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B̶̛͇͚ͅO̷̭̬̲͘͝W̛̭̩̭̞ ̡̛̯̺̖̪B͚̼̮̥͔E̲̞̤̻F̸̭͞O̴̱̪̤͔̬̩̱̱͘͠R̫͙̭E̲̞̣͚͎̞̲͠͡͡ ̷̻͓̳̲̟͖̻̫̕M̴̶̟̩̫̲̭͇͎̀ͅE͈͉̥͎͕̠̮͘ ͏͏͎̺̹̬M̥̲͜O̷̜̤͇͚͙̙Ŕ̷̝̲̱͟T͕̤̖̬͉͇͔̘͜A̻͔̱̬̤͍̦͉̕L̰̥̱͍̻͢S̶̼͍͟͞
psa: corruption's voice is really... weird??? like it lags a bit and its? kinda echo-y? basically the best way i could describe it is like??? Him from the powerpuff girls
( xrisen; )
tangled in an immaculate web of dishonesty and self-destruction; he is ravaged by time’s hollowness.
❛ who the hell are you ?
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a melodic laugh of morbid song escapes scarlet lips.
❝i ̕had͞n'̡t̀ ͠a͡n͞y̵ ͜ìdèa͜ t͡hat yo͏u҉ ҉h҉ad̛ ̧a̕ s̕eńse ̴o͞f́ ̧hum̷or̢, ́ mi̸s̨ter ҉w̢in͝ch͟e̕ster͠!͞ we'̨ve ̀m҉et̵ ̷b̀e̴for͟e̴,͠ ̨d̸o̧n̛'̶t̡ ͠yo͢u ̕k͘noẃ?̴ ̵ i͘ am̵ the̷ diseas͞e s̨ee͘p̨i͢ǹg ín ̷yoúr l̛un̢gs ͢a͘nd͏ ͜th҉e ͢t҉h͟ơu͟ghts̷ p͜r̕o̶d̡di̢n̨g a҉t t̡he͏ b̡ack ̢o̵f̕ ̶yo͘u̸r͡ ͡heàd͠!❞ ❝'̶w̢h͠o̷ ̕th͠e he̴ll ̕are ͞ỳǫu͏?͝' ̨wha͢t a͟ silly̛ que͜s͠t͠io̷n̵. ❞
( hatyara; )
"am i truly but a child to you? i can sense your own strengths as well—truly admirable, despite the lingering sense of d e s p a i r that surrounds you. your name, if you will?”
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❝yo̴u m̀ay ̡c̵a͞ll m̶e͢ C͊́͛͏̥Ồ̉̋ͮ̈R̔̔͝Ȑ̤̭̲ͦͨ̊̐ͮU̱͓͊̉P̴̞̳̼̰͈͖̯̐̋̒̇͆T͙̭͈̞̻̍̉͢ͅÎ̩͔͕̼̘̥ͪ͌̒ͣ͛O̵̬̍̿̉̈́N͌ͤ̆͌҉̺͈,̨ i͜f.... t̢h͢át ͝is ̸to̕ ̸y͞oųr ̛li̛ki͞ng.͢ & b̀ut́ ̢o҉f͞ c̀ourse yo̢u҉ ͜a͘r͏e. ́ i ̨have̕ ̨b̕e͝e̡n ̶a̧l̴i̕ve f͘o͏r ͡a͜ ve͜r̶y̡ l҉ong̨ ͟time, y̴ou śee.̛.❞
Auf Wiedersehen.
+xrisen
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❝The ̡inf́amo͢us͏ Dean ͘W҉i̕nch͠e̶s̢te̴r.͞.͘. My,̀ ͞i͡t͟ ͘cer̨t̶ai͜nly̛ i̧s ͡a ̡ṕl҉ea҉s̷ur̡e.❞
+hatyara
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❝I̛ ̵c̶a̸ǹ s͡e̸n͘se̛ ỳo̴u̢r̸ r̛e̢s̨il͡ienc͢e͟ ̴d͟es̛pi͝te̕ y̸ou̴r͞ ̕i͜m͜p͡a͞i҉r̸m͘en͡t,͜ ͟chi͡ld.̡❞
( iimpius; )
and lo, his very ( blood ) warbles. the shift in his demeanor is sudden, but its dynamic is in no way limited. the rime that commonly festers over his lip cracks, succumbing to the frenzied leer pulling at stiffened flesh. the desiccated rust over his iris falters, yielding to a flash of what can only be described as euphoria. ' ——— a marvelous display, truly! ‘
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❝Y͏o̸u f͡l̢a͝tt͢ér͠ m͝e͘,́ s҉ir̶.❞
&, oh, how she senses the subtle shift in atoms lined with grime, the crimson ichor of anti-divinities shifting under the weight of human flesh.
weak were these vessels, mortality acting as that of a cross for the damned.
& with a simple flick of her digits, blood paints itself upon roads walked by the lesser.
❝ Moşt ́ten͢d͠ ҉n͘ot ͜to i͢n̛du̸lge t̷he̛mse͟lv̡es͞ įn ҉ s͞uc͘h͟ ͠cưlin҉ar̸y ̕deli͠ghtś.́ ❞
MOTHER ≡ 23/23
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❝Te̕r͝r͝o͘r̸,̛ y̡e̸s͟? My,̷ I ̸hav͡e҉n'́t͘ ͡sensęd ̶y͟our̴ ͞prese̵n̷ce͠ s͏ince...̨ W͖̮e̦̖̝͇̰͍l̞̜͖͚͇̯͚l͖̹,̰͓ ̳̜̫̻͎͖̪I̥̼ c̼̫an'̭t̻̦ ͔̭̹̜r̦ḙc̰̳̭͇͔̺ͅa͉̞̠͕̳l̙̥̭͉l͇̱̙͙̩!͉͈̗͉͖ ͕̥̬͎͔̹ͅI̬t̻̳̦ c̩e̮͈rṭ̟̺͕a̱͙̣̱̤͚i͚̝̠̙n̤̣͔̙l̬̺̱̝y̗͍̖͉ ͕̺̜̳̟͖̼h̳͖̟̖a̬͚̠̬̰s̘͖̱̞ ̝͕b̳̞̹̮͕̰̮e̹̯͚͙e̬̹̹̰͉̫̮n̥̦̦͇ ̦a̞͈̖͉ ̦l̰̻̮̠ọ̼n̠̘̜͍̗̮̰g̳̪͎͙͍ ̙̯t̥̪̳̱̖i̝̝̳m͚̘e!❞
See, they don’t give a fuck about you like I do.
( invisiblium; )
&& bane is so cold that it BURNS. its tongue, however forked, misses not an inch, THUMP, THUMP, THUMPING and THROB, THROB, THROBBING in his throat, waging a war on the calm he had worked so hard to craft. everything is too LOUD. his pulse, the lights, the gaudy red lipstick She’s wearing ——— ' STOP! ‘
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& pluck the feathers from his broken wing, o fury, the silent screams of the devoured echoing in the cries of the prey. the words uttered from clenched throats of crimson red mean nothing in the face of death.
& with the twisted grin she wears as a crown of thorns:
❝Ţ͕͍͇̱̣̳E͟L͉̺͈̭L̗̲̜͜ ͞M̺͉E̙͙̖̩̫͡, ̴̮͓̹̠̲̪̣M̙̻̟̭͎̰I҉͍̝S̻̯̖̹͕̫T̲͙E̼̭͕̰̕R͙͉̩ ̲̕B̗͎̟̼̰̦Ḙ̡̱̜̺L͎͖͓L̹̖̝̭̻A̫̖̱̥̖̭͟MY̨͈̰͈͉,͎̠ ̧̳̻------Ḑ͎O ̺I̫͍͍ T̨͖̞̣E̴̱̘R̢R͔̩̥͓͙IF̙̬̤͈̠̫Y̲͈̱̹?͕̥͙̗̩̺̥́❞
chinhands. pls tear me apart.
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❝I̻̞̬̟̹ ͖̝̲͞w̤̟̜̰̠̳̺͠o͎̮̘u̡̩͚̰̹ḷ͎̦̱d̛̫̰̪̥̦͖͖ ̧̟̤͍͍̳m͎͓̳̦͓͜o̹͈͖̙͜s̲ṯ̪͓ ̮̳̰̙̠̳͕c̯̳e͙͓̭͞ͅr̩͎̙̜̰̘͓̕ta̼i̥͈̩͚̜nl̝̦y͇ ͉̲̝̪ẹ͕̭̹n͍͡j͈̗̖̪o̗y̰ ͚̭̯̘do̸̗̱ḭ̙͕̯n̙̤̮͉ͅg̲̲͙̘̺̰͝ ̜s̘̭͞ͅo͉͙̣̕ ! ❞
( COWARRD; )
❛ no, thank yoᵘ. ❜ ❛ ᵐ ᵉ ʳ ˡ ᶤ ᶰ. ❜
( clipped & polite & utterly disgusted. ) if you can’t tell from his tone, look at his face.
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❝ Do my words bore you, Mister Malfoy? Perhaps you would find it more satisfactory if we were to converse about the agonizing s̺̬̣̪̳e̠̻l̬̤̺ͅf͍̳-̜̯̭̺̮̜ḏo̬̞̤͕u͎͍b̤̜̤t̥͇̺̙ I̹͕̦̯͍ s͓̪̼̜ḙ͔̟͔ͅn͕͎s̗̲̞̹̮e̼̤ ̭͓͎̭̱̥f̥̼͎͉ͅes̼̜̪ṱ̻͍e͎͓̦̞̜̙r̰͉͔͍̳̦̞i̱̦̯̻n͉̫̠͔g͔̣̣̼̪͚̱ ̹̯̭̹̼͖b̗̥͙̘̱̮e̫̺̻̭̘n̝e̞͈̩̥a͈̩t̙͙͈̼̯h ̝̬̤y͉͈̼̳͎͖͚o̟̯̺̲̰u̬͍̼̘? ❞
&contractxr
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❝I̳̦̗ ̩̖͚m͓̗u̻̟̮̗͈͍s͍̝t ̩̻̰͕̥̝̪a̟̯͍ͅͅs̥̬͈̪̱̻k̲͍̩͈͈̥̙.͍.̻.̮͎͚̬ ̬̯̗̫͉̱̘Wh͎̗̞̬̘͔o̬̯ ͉̳i͙̰̮s͎̹͚̖̳͕ ̤̰̰̬s͙̻̻͍̝h͚͈͖͙͔e̙ͅ? The girl you are thinking of? Or is it a woman, perhaps? I cannot tell.❞
+turanos
❝ I͍͇̖̣ m͎̜̱̖̬u̝̦͙̜s͚͈̹͓̠̤ͅṭ͖̣̲̬͕ s͈͙̮̹̖ḁy͎̤̲̫.̣.͓͇͎̻͚.̖̲̟̗̩ ̖y͍͖̜̩͍̖͖ou̳̻͕̻ ̳̳̬̦a̪̩r͙̪͓̠e͔̭̱̯͍̖ ̮̝̰̩̙̙̩a͓͙̫͓͎͉̥ ̮v͎̮er̳͍y̹͔̣̙̟̦ ̙̦̦͉̘c̠̹͖̤̫̤u̬̲r͓̙̬i̗͖̮̻̮ͅo̭̝͉̳̯̙̰u̺̘s̩͖̠͈ ̠͚̮c͖̥̞̥re̱̼̖̥͉̞͎a̘̻̭t̜͈̲̩̝ͅu̪͎̣r̞͙̗̠͔̬e̙̙̜͈.͓ ❞
& if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.
independent oc: personification/"goddess" of corruption. accepts threads of all kinds. 5+ years of roleplaying experience. all triggers will be tagged accordingly. roleplays with practically any fandom.
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