Seeing White

"Truth is I loathe being up on Earth. It's chilly. No stink of blood or sizzle of flesh or the wet flap of flayed skin. I don't know how you stand it." ✖✖✖✖✖

[alztr]

luxinexitium:

gravity shifts with the cosmos, constellations restless and brimming with zeal to give birth to a new system, and kyungsoo nearly falls again from the force. with an icy familiarity, the tips of his fingers go numb, curled so tightly around his own wrist that he may end up giving himself another bruise. blunt nails, weathered by persistent anxiousness, dig into flesh and carve crescents in the canvas. something plummets to the pit of his stomach as he watches the assailants crumble into ashes, their inconsequential embers swept away in the breeze like every other piece of rubbish lining the streets like plaque on arteries. when it’s just the two of them left in the alley, the other man’s voice ricocheting off the buildings like rapidfire, kyungsoo flinches and takes a cautious step backwards. (as if that would somehow help.) “i don’t know,” he rushes out in a whisper. his voice cracks on the last syllable; his breathing turns shallow. the universe bristles and tuts at his trembling hands, reprimands heavy on her winter tongue. (you should know better, she chides.) and then, the reflexes kick in– “i just thought.. i just wanted to help! why did you do that to those people? you should have just called the police!”

It was at the boy’s cluelessness was when Alastair realised that the half-blood truly did not know who he was (and maybe even his true identity). Was he explained of his origin or was he this foolish and naive, denying the truth that was blatantly described to him. Whatever the case was, the demon simply had no patience with him and another mistake from him, no matter if it was by accident or not, with good intentions or the opposite, Alastair would not hesitate to bring a pain that he could never imagine. "Did I asked for help boy!? Did it look like I could not handle them?” he questioned in fury. If there’s one thing that the great demon dislike, it was of others thinking he was defenceless, useless even. He was the great white demon! The most superior of his kind. Heck, he was the great tormentor of hell and those poor enslaved souls would consider themselves lucky to be in his presence, to be given the time of day to be ‘touched’ by him. Yet this halfling does not know who he is? He definitely needs to tell his sister about this, to remind her that whichever stray she was to pick up was to be educated about him. They were all living under his goddamn roof after all. Casting his eyes away from the pest for a second to look back at the crime he had just committed, all he could see were shadows that were once there. “What did I do?” he looked back at the boy. “I killed them. Literally burned them from the face of the Earth and brought them to hell where they truly belong. And before you go calling them people, weren’t they the ones who attacked me?”

[alztr]

❛ true evil is, above all, seductive. ❜

@deviumanimarum requested :various starters meme( currently : accepting )

“True ... being evil has its charm. Where’s the thrill of being good anyway?” Chuckling to himself momentarily as if the words spoken by the other was truly profound, the great demon brought up his cigar close to his lips only for his assistant to lean in closer to lit the stick of fermented tabacco with a zippo (or more like with the snap of her fingers behind the illusion of the device). A few puffs of smoke exhaled from his lips before he took a much longer drag of the cigar, letting the warmth of the smoke linger in his lungs a bit longer than usual before breathing it out; almost resembling like a dragon of some sort with the way his eyes seemed to pierce towards the extra company for the day. “Enough with the small talk, what is your business with me today?” 

[alztr]

I would very much like to write with you, I love seeing you on dash and I’m in awe of your writing and your talent. I’ve just been a bit too shy to approach but I really would love the chance to write with you.

 almost everyone would usually say thank you and you don’t have to worry about writing with said person so i rather skip all of that. writing, especially roleplaying is a two-way thing. if i’m not mistaken, i could literally count the number of people my muse is currently interacting with only one hand; it’s just sad.

[alztr]

i’m not sure if it’s my writing or muse but i don’t get the feeling that my followers want to write with me. i dove into the open starter tag, replied a few only to get ignored and i reblogged memes but again i am met with ignorance. and here i was being keen on writing on this muse again yet some people are distraught when i take off from here. 

[bluesmemethings]

various starters

❛  you’re a weapon and weapons don’t weep.  ❜

❛  hurt me once, I’ll kill you twice.  ❜

❛  never trust a survivor until you learn what they did to stay alive.  ❜

❛  death is the only god that comes when you call.  ❜

❛  I am teeth. I am royal. you are nothing to me.  ❜

❛  the sun will rise and we will try again.  ❜

❛  we’re just kids. we aren’t supposed to be heroes.  ❜

❛  I like my women like I like my Absinthe: bitter and intoxicating.  ❜

❛  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ❜

❛  she wasn’t looking for a knight. she was looking for a sword.  ❜

❛  don’t dehumanize bad people, because it’s their humanity which makes what they’ve done so terrifying.  ❜

❛  she isn’t just pretty. she is otherworldly and vaguely threatening.  ❜

❛  magic is not good or evil. is a knife evil? only if the wielder is.  ❜

❛  I don’t want your crown. see, I’ve come to burn your kingdom down.  ❜

❛  they broke my wings. they forgot I have claws.  ❜

❛  all that blood was never beautiful, it was just red.  ❜

❛  what do you do when there’s no hero in the story? simple. you kill the monster and crown yourself.  ❜

❛  how terrible it is, to love something that death can touch.  ❜

❛  you may not be interested in war, but it is interested in you.  ❜

❛  I feel divinity in my bones like aching. like fire.  ❜

❛  you make me feel and I don’t like it. I want it to stop. now.  ❜

❛  you are losing my interest and that is very dangerous.  ❜

❛  she will burn your kingdoms down, herself with it, if it means your ruin.  ❜

❛  it’s okay to be scared. it means your about to do something brave.  ❜

❛  she looks like divine absolution.  ❜

❛  I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find and impossible to forget.  ❜

❛  be careful with words. they can be forgive, but never forgotten.  ❜

❛  you not wanting me was the beginning of me wanting myself.  ❜

❛  I’m tired of fighting. for once, I want to be fought for.  ❜

❛  never run back to what broke you.  ❜

❛  I was quite, but not blind.  ❜

❛  your gut knows what’s up. trust that bitch.  ❜

❛  we all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.  ❜

❛  do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on.  ❜

❛  I’m just a girl, standing in front of a salad, wishing it was a donut.  ❜

❛  you can miss something but not want it back.  ❜

❛  you can’t save people, you can only love them.  ❜

❛  I came, I saw, I made it awkward.  ❜

❛  we buy shite we don’t need, with money we don’t have, to impress people we don’t like.  ❜

❛  you’re always one decision away from a different life.  ❜

❛  my brain has too many tabs open.  ❜

❛  I’m not saying I hate you, just that you’re like the Monday of people.  ❜

❛  there’s no ‘we’ in fries.  ❜

❛  apology accepted, trust denied.  ❜

❛  death and I have been scandalously intimate for some time now.  ❜

❛  life happens. coffee helps.  ❜

❛  I am mine before I am ever anyone else’s.  ❜

❛  I rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and irony.  ❜

❛  very early in my life it was already too late.  ❜

❛  is that a threat or are you flirting with me.  ❜

❛  was the use of force necessary in completing your objectives?  ❜

❛  I’ll let you drag me to hell if it means you’ll hold my hand.  ❜

❛  I do bad things, and I do them very well.  ❜

❛  you drink too much, you cuss too much and you have questionable morals. you’re everything I ever wanted.  ❜

❛  they will kill you, but first they will have to catch you.  ❜

❛  drugs might kill you but they’ll never break your heart.  ❜

❛  good girls are just bad girls that haven’t been caught.  ❜

❛  a pretty face doesn’t guarantee a pretty heart.  ❜

❛  no airbag, we die like men.  ❜

❛  true evil is, above all, seductive.  ❜

❛  it takes more courage to suffer than to die.  ❜

❛  you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time. but the wolf? he only needs enough luck to catch you once.  ❜

❛  justice is vengeance in prettier packaging.  ❜

[flxriciide]

❝ Sometimes there is no darker place than our own thoughts; the moonless midnight of the mind. ❞

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     ✖✖✖✖✖

[alztr]

❝You know the problem with your generation?❞                                        ❝Instant gratification.❞ 

                       Alastair. Defender of Man. An Artist. Picasso with a Razor. 

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[alztr]

luxinexitium:

years of instinct, branded into the ridges of his bones, had yanked at his muscles and screamed for him to move. he watched the world shift on its axis, pulling the scene closer by the second, and before he know it, two hands had collided with a body. it wasn’t until he found himself swallowing blows on the pavement that he realised he’d only been trying to help. as generous as the world can be, there will always be pockets of ill intent buried deep in the city’s crevices, waiting for prey with claws already half-drawn. no more than a minute could have passed before the boy was back on his feet, nursing a sore wrist and an aching jaw. he can’t even bring himself to flinch at the raised hand, still dazed from one too many hits, but he has enough sense to flush with shame. “i’m sorry. i just thought–” his voice is barely louder than the breeze. “ there was three of them, and you.. i thought i could help. are you okay?”

Demons always liked to challenge his authority, thinking that he was more vulnerable up on the surface. Alastair was the great white demon for a reason and it wasn’t because of his tragic becoming that he was gifted the title by Lucifer himself but because of his capabilities. Demons and humans alike should be taught his history and his supremacy in the underworld. So when he was ambushed by a few demons out of nowhere knowing the fact that by some time in the day he would dismiss his guards, their plans had always been futile from the very beginning. But the half-blood that was not taken into consideration by the both of them, one would expect for things to go out of hand (just so slightly on Alastair’s part). Having left the boy momentarily and handling the others on his own like he always had, disintegrating them before they could flee to tell whoever they could, Alastair turned to finally face the boy who had experienced collateral damage. “Of course I am okay! Who do you think I am boy!? Answer me now!”

[alztr]

❛ you’re too pretty to stab me in the face with that knife. ❜

@aidonaea requested :softer world sentence meme( currently : accepting )

“I’m sure you’re speaking for yourself milady,” Alastair chuckled with a quirk of his brow before bringing the knife down. He’s not a foolish demon. A mere blade would do nothing against a goddess like her; all it could do was maybe stain the floor with her blood but a little blood wouldn’t hurt anyone. It would more likely annoy his sister since she has to be the one who has to clean it up later but when has his lovely sister ever complained to him? “So, to what do I own the pleasure to be in your presence? Any business you would like to speak of or are you just checking up on me?” he questioned her being here, especially to appear so suddenly in one of his many toture rooms in his establishment up in the surface world. Only two people have walked out of these rooms in one peice, him and his sister so to have another was like another breath of fresh air. 

[tychememes-blog]

softer world sentence meme.

❛ we buried truth under playgrounds. ❜ ❛ it’s hard to get rid of people who don’t know you hate them. ❜ ❛ you make me want to pretend to be a better man. ❜ ❛ those who can, do. those who can’t apparently run this fucking place. ❜ ❛ live and learn, or die and teach by example. ❜ ❛ there should be a word for the things we do not because we want to, but because we want to be the kind of person that wants to. ❜ ❛ you won’t live forever in their memories. the way you treated them will. ❜ ❛ one day i’ll be me. ❜ ❛ nobody dies before their time. that’s what ‘ their time ’ means. ❜ ❛ some people aren’t books, they’re poems. ❜ ❛ there’s a darkness on the edge of town. ❜ ❛ it’s time to make yourself proud and everyone else a little nervous. ❜ ❛ i’m tired of being my best. ❜ ❛ if i could have just one wish, i would probably screw it up. ❜ ❛ my resolution this year is to buy a dog and practice loving something back. ❜ ❛ you’re too pretty to stab me in the face with that knife. ❜ ❛ can we be friends? i would try to be a good friend. ❜ ❛ nothing matters at all. might as well be nice to people. ❜ ❛ what sounds better? revenge or popcorn? ❜ ❛ it is easier to ask forgiveness than permission. ❜ ❛ i hear smashing glass in my head, every time i laugh. ❜ ❛ i would sell my soul for a soul worth keeping. ❜ ❛ follow your horrible little heart! ❜ ❛ who has time for perfection? ❜ ❛ i don’t believe each person has just one true love, but sometimes we don’t have enough time to find another. ❜ ❛ i fought my way into this world. i’ll fight my way out. ❜ ❛ you are never so low you deserve to be lower. ❜ ❛ when you look down at people, don’t you want to help them up? ❜ ❛ well, i don’t like any of those things, but i like you. ❜ ❛ i’m the best there is at what i do, and what i do is think about my mistakes. ❜ ❛ the worst person you can think of gets scared sometimes too. ❜ ❛ everybody dies. every single person. so, style counts. ❜ ❛ if poetry could describe the way you make me feel poetry would be illegal. ❜ ❛ did it hurt? when you clawed your way up from the depths of hell? ❜

[alztr]

desappaintment:

          At that response NINA had to laugh, obviously amused. “A baby? What’s that supposed to mean, huh?” She mused and clumsily caught the blanket. It was true, though– about the cold at least. She was always one to be extremely cold, and just standing there like that was giving her goosebumps against the still air. With a hum and a sigh, she began to dress.           “Just so we’re sure I shouldn’t be offended by this, should I?” She smiled once more as she pulled the lace top over her head. “You saying you don’t like how I look?”

“It means I’m not interested in you as I only like women which you’re obviously not hence you’re just a baby.” Which the demon isn’t exactly lying. He’s had several dozen of ‘babies’ crawling or better yet, pouncing up to him in their glorious forms. And after seeing them all, they don’t really excite him like they use to. Humans and the non-earthly alike; there’s nothing that could satisfy this great demon desires (as of yet, of course).

Shrugging towards her question, Alastair gave the girl one more look over his shoulder. “Do whatever you like with what I have just said. There’s nothing more to explain. You’re a baby after all,” he sarcastically replied with a cocky smile before walking out of the room.

[wrxckedsxuls-deactivated2018051]

“Thank you for the compliment mister. Do you think I talk too much? Usually I get what I want when I talk.” She said, blinking up at the older man. He was certainly strange. The way he looked reminded her of a comic book character with his strong cheek bones and sharp eyes. Areum fiddled with her fingers, her legs swinging in her seat. It wasn’t unusual for her to go around on her own when he father wasn’t home. He always left her money for food and Aunt Sora’s number if she needed anything. “Don’t you get lonely mister?”

[alztr]

“Yes, well, your kind especially, do need to talk to get what you want. Men aren’t exactly mind readers but haven’t your father taught you that sometimes less is more. And with your case, as of right now, less is definitely more.” Alastair couldn’t exactly touch her as her actions or pending sins aren’t borne by her but her father. And by the looks of things, her father has done so much sinning. The demon is no fortune teller hence he could not foretell what her future held but by the looks of it, if she was to stay with her dangerous father it would only lead to her own end. For the child’s sake, he only hoped for it to be soon. All children go to heaven. Innocent children like her. “Excuse me?” He questioned as he turned to look at her once more. “What kind of question is that?”

[kdramafeelings]

“How sexy. You’re attractive in a dark way”

[alztr]

@desappaintment :

         A small smirk tugged at the corner’s of NINA’s lips as she raised her eyes to meet the male’s. He wasn’t wrong– staying in what little she had on was impractical, and wholly a bad idea for both normality and her own comfort. But still, she couldn’t help but to push him a little and see what would happen. “Oh really? How come?” She asked, head cocking ever so slightly to the side. A hand raised to push her blonde hair away from her face, and further expose her collarbones and chest.          “Is there something wrong with how I look now? Or can you just not handle it.”

“Because you’re still a baby and you’ll catch a cold,” he stated simply before throwing her a blanket of some sort in her direction for her to cover herself up. Giving her one look before looking down and finally turning away, Alastair fixed the tie around his neck as he waited for her to get dressed. The demon always thought of women to be the superior species, to be frank yet here it was, a ‘woman’ who knew only to seduce but at what gain? He was her sponsor so what more could she want from him? Unless she couldn’t simply resist the demonic charm he possessed. No one could. 

[alztr]

thesxulcxllector:

“Excuse me mister, but I am not cute.” Areum despised being called cute. It made her feel girly and weak, unlike what she wanted to be. And she wanted to be like her father who was strong and fierce. The young girl raised her brows at the strange man, confused by him. There was a little part of her that said she should be scared but she just…wasn’t. “I’m ok by myself. You are by yourself too mister, don’t you need a chaperone?”

“Well, you're a child and you talk too much for your own good so that makes you cute in my eyes. And normally I don’t find anyone cute so you better appreciate the compliment.” Which was definitely the case. Alastair despised children mostly only because the angels surrounded those beings far too often. So-called guardian angels yet when these children grow up and have matured, these angels take off but that’s when they needed them the most. Oh well, the system is not meant to be perfect. “I’m an adult, I don’t need a chaperone and here I throught you’re smart.”

[alztr]

pearledawn:

    sunhwa stares up in admiration of the other,  nodding to him.   ❛ positive!  those drinks can’t even touch me! ❜   she insists with a giggle,  taking a step closer towards him as hands at his wrists tighten a bit.  with a sway side to side,  sunhwa adverts her gaze momentarily before it’s flickering back to the male.   ❛ do you not want to kiss me? ❜   the woman asks with brows raised,  lips parting in an  ‘’ o ‘’  shape.   ❛ that thought never occurred to me. ❜   sunhwa admits before shaking her head,  though even with this thought process her hands are still holding tightly onto his wrists.   ❛ but i think you do want to kiss me… ❜

There was no slur in her words but she did talk quite a lot for someone who has drunk more than their own good. And it seems she’s pretty insisted on this kiss she thinks she would surely get from him by the way she’s still holding onto his wrists. “Do I really have a choice? Are you giving me a choice?” he questioned her but soon chuckled at the claim she had of him. “What makes you think I want to kiss you? Do enlighten me would you?”

[alztr]

But…do the gods love their creations? (Please feel free to ignore)

@confractamanet requested :bloodborne sentence meme( currently : accepting )

Upon the other’s question, it seemed more than one pair of ears were awaiting his answer; the person who had inquired, the great demon’s sister who stood closely behind him after she had just refilled his glass with his favourite concoction as well as his own. But as the room has slowly grown comfortable with the silence in between them, all Alastair could do was let out a laugh. The question, after all, was stupid to its core. “Child, if the gods love their creations then wouldn’t they have made us all equal and had equal love for us all. Why are there differences in living conditions, why are those born healthy and those with illness only to die in a couple of months. The gods merely created us out of boredem and to be glorified. Just like a parent, once a child is born, they’re automatically indebted to their parents and the child has an obligation to ‘serve’ their parents. If a child fails to fulfill their parents’ wishes, well, they’re given chances, and that’s if the parents have mercy but once all those chances have been used up, the child is labeled as a disappointment and the love for the said child is lessen. And there are those parents who cast away their children once they’re even born. So tell me, do you really think god love its creations?”