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Masquerade Ball costume:

Eleutheria, Personification of Liberty

A lesser known deity, more akin to a concept brought to the afterlife by The Deceiver herself. Her satin dress sparkles, shimmers no matter how light falls upon the crystals adorning it. She is glittering and eye catching, with a billowing pure white cape floating after her. While she is supposed to embody Liberty, her shoes are restraints, straps pulled tight around her lithe form. Her mask half covers her face, painting a perfect picture, but it silences her. She is sending a heavy secret message with her choices, whether about herself, or her view on freedom is an open question.

@qveenofgluttony / @infernal-feminae

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She handed over the invitation with a polite smile hidden behind her glided porcelain mask. Smile turned sinister smirk upon granted a smooth entry, of course it was this easy.

The shock upon seeing angels within the gathered guests was unexpected...but definitely not unwelcome. The eel slithered into the crowd with her white cape billowing after her, light reflecting from the countless crystals that decorated her satin dress.

So many opportunities and she didn't know where to begin.

@qveenofgluttony / @infernal-feminae

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@qveenofgluttony

Thirst has started to becoming a vicious scratching urge within her throat, almost scalding. Her joints were stiff, cracking with each move which otherwise should've been fluid. Seduction came harder as well, so hard to mask her true intentions, jaw threatened to split open with each forced smile.

The feeling even hooked into her brain, making focusing harder, if not impossible. All Raia knew her current target was an important person and desperate to fuck someone from Envy. Since those clowns made their debut, her hunt became much easier, although boringly on the same note.

Thankfully her target mistook her agitation for eagerness, within a half minute they were already in the back alley of the club with him excitedly fumbling with his belt. Raia lunged unceremoniously, unable to relish, to draw out the moment like she usually did; simply ripped into flesh and steadily gulped down the dark sangria colored demonic blood from the large gash.

Only when she was finished was when she noticed the invitation in his inner coat pocket, miraculously avoided by blood.

Ah well. Not like he needed it anymore.

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“And so did pirates, calling it the Brethren Court and even having its lords.”

her tone dripping from sarcasm and the shimmers of old resentment

“Looks like criminals have burning, inescapable the need to present some form as proof of morality, no matter which realm. And I thought that was only human weakness.”

“Hell has a court??”

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I support women's rights but also women's decades long revenge plots

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Constantine P. Cavafy, from The Collected Poems of C. P. Cavafy; "Anna Komnini,"

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beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

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On anon or not, tell me who you ship my character with.

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What creature was she supposed to be? Someone decided to crossbreed a cat and a bat? Her smile widened at the ridiculous thought, easily misinterpreted as sincere joy. Well, she, Emberlynn -good lord even her name was two mashed together- was actually considered adorable. She'd seen much worse combinations manifesting here.

“It's just the truth” for a moment surprising even herself with the sincerity. So used to surviving and giving, feeding half truths and lies.

“I'm Raia”

New huh? Could it be any more perfect?

“So I am. Sort of. I mean, there are older demons down here than me.” the eel continued its slithering sweet poison

“Died in the 80s, although surely my clothes tell that part. I, uh killed two men out of revenge who hurt my friend...very badly on a party but got shot during. You see, I'm more of a knife type of girl.” Raia thought it will be even easier to get the naive little thing to trust her if she ‘opened up’ first.

Girls stick together, right? Or whatever was that stupidity; humans, demons, probably even angels weren't immune to envy. They would rather set those two guys on the prettier, more talented girl either to take her place or to teach her a lesson: reach too high & be knocked down.

“And you- oh I'm sorry, it's okay if you don't want to talk about it.” the age old game of push and reel back trick to ease the walls of trauma, her deep accented voice dripping with fake sympathy

At first she didn't pay much attention to the little critter. The information of soul contracts still sparking in her mind; such a valuable information that she was true to her word and let actress go.

“Oh?” her bright gaze snapped down, nothing outright hostile just the tiny bit of genuine surprise -compliments from women always felt better. Sincere.- before the wheels started whirring within. After all, she was in need of a test subject to see how that process manifests.

Tiny sparks coursed down her body, brightening the crystalline clothing for a few seconds as Raia gave a showoff twirl for the more shocking effect.

“Thank you.” her smile searching, trying to decide which exact mask to pull from her collection

“And I love your clothing. It's so adorable and compliments you so well.” a slight crouch, not out of disrespect but sheer size difference.

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I Am Somebody by Glenn Ligon, 1991

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fun fact, i can be killed but it won’t last

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How much of a sinner are you?

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At first she didn't pay much attention to the little critter. The information of soul contracts still sparking in her mind; such a valuable information that she was true to her word and let actress go.

“Oh?” her bright gaze snapped down, nothing outright hostile just the tiny bit of genuine surprise -compliments from women always felt better. Sincere.- before the wheels started whirring within. After all, she was in need of a test subject to see how that process manifests.

Tiny sparks coursed down her body, brightening the crystalline clothing for a few seconds as Raia gave a showoff twirl for the more shocking effect.

“Thank you.” her smile searching, trying to decide which exact mask to pull from her collection

“And I love your clothing. It's so adorable and compliments you so well.” a slight crouch, not out of disrespect but sheer size difference.

~ 🐾 @phoenixduelist liked for a starter with Emberlynn!

"Ooooh! I love your hair, miss! It's shocking." Emberlynn giggled at her own joke, but she was being utterly sincere. While she adored her pink hair in her sinner form, this woman's was just stunning she couldn't help but envy her a little.

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So I will be 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑, a 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈 𝖛𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖑; and I am here to 𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖑 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗.

𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖉 | Sideblog to @phoenixduelist | 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖗

+𝟐𝟏 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐂 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥-𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦. 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞; 𝐎𝐂, 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲.

𝐀 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 @phoenixduelist 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲.

♡ / ↻ 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭

𝓔𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓙𝓪𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮

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You can start checking your locks and windows if the score is higher than 5

“I'm quite flattered you thought I speak six languages fluently. Not yet, I only can read and write in Latin.”

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What kind of love are you?

Love as a Performance

Your love is a masquerade, a dance, a work of art. You love with a veil across your face, unable to allow anyone to see the real you. Can that be considered love, you wonder? As a performer, you have all your lines prepared, and you know exactly what to say and when to say it. You’re charismatic and bold, seductive and hypnotic. Your love is a snake’s melody, the siren song of the sea. Your love is enchanting. Your love is melodic. Your love is afraid and fearful and longing. You ache to tear the veil off, you ache to cast poetry aside for the sake of something real and gritty. You’re terrified of the very thought. Being loved by you is to be loved by an artist; it is to be a muse. It reflects others beautifully, but never, ever yourself. Not really. Not truly.

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