- SUNDERED GOD. ⁽ ᵃᵖ⋅ ⁾

mostly void, partially stars.

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still under heavy construction, but Araceli has been moved to a multi-muse!

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inkskinned:

i loved you so much and i couldn’t save you. do you know what that’s like, when your hands aren’t stable enough to hold something so important. to watch your own reflection drop everything precious in this world into the fire. do you know what it’s like to burn alongside, whispering, please, i tried, i swear to god that i tried

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that moment when chrom gave his last fuck - written by @gimle

morgan: daddy, what’s wrong with mommy? chrom: mommy’s a hoe

[thanatosjr]

Instructions for a walk in the woods

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thanatosjr:

Never turn around to check behind you. You’ll see nothing, but once you start doing it you won’t be able to stop, and an ominous feeling will follow you until you don’t lock your house’s door behind you. 

If you stand very still and listen you will hear the woods calling for you. Don’t answer. Never answer. 

You’ll hear things quietly following you, hidden in the trees by your sides. It’s okay, they’re just checking on you. 

Don’t be scared, but be really, really wary.

If you have a bad feeling about taking a certain path, don’t. You’ll avoid whatever is waiting for you at the end of it. 

You never know what may be buried under the soil you’re walking on. Remember that every time you take a step. Pray that whatever it is, it won’t wake up. 

Be careful not to step on any beetle, or you’ll never get rid of them. 

If you bring a knife with you, name it. Otherwise the blade will turn against you as soon as you try to use it. 

Make sure you remember the way back home. As soon as you get lost, you’re just another piece of fresh meat.

[werelocke]

Paint practice! 

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[wnq-writers]

I want to touch the night sky, and see it ripple between my fingertips.

randiwritten (via wnq-writers)

[valliteprince]

I need to finish the biography… and fix the colors ( my current theme is a mess ) , but I’ll take my chances with the world of Fire Emblem. 

Here is yet another ( but not as wild ) Corrin role play blog. He is a cowardly prince who has a not so secret crush on Robin-senpai. If you’d like to interact with a spineless, crybaby pansy of a prince, please give this post a like or re-blog. Corrin would appreciate having more friends ( or enemies ) ! 

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my friend called me a chrom hater when i showed her a snippet of this. i don’t know what circumstances led to this tho + i took creative liberties w/ grima’s powers. bye.

       His fingers danced idly at the back of her neck, feather light caresses that sent shivers down her spine and made her hair stand on end. Araceli could not deny nor conceal her body’s reaction to the simple touch of his hands on her skin. It was infuriating. Frustrating. She wanted to sink into the farthest depths of her own soul and disappear if that were possible, to escape the feeling of his knuckles brushing softly against her cheek -- was there anything more deceptive than the tender way he handled her in that very moment? Grima was not known for his gentleness; there was something much more sinister he was planning, of that she was sure.

      “I’m pleased you’ve come. Just like I asked,” his approval rumbles from deep within his chest and the smile on his lips is anything but warm.

      I didn’t want to -- is what she wanted to say, but she couldn’t find her voice past the lump in her throat. Even then, she didn’t need to speak. The way his eyes narrowed at her mischievously told her that he had heard her anyway. Grima had once told her that there was no point in keeping secrets from him when he could read her every thought and know her every desire no matter how far she tried to bury it. It was both violating and thrilling.

      He was close enough that Araceli could feel his breath against her skin and feel the warmth from his body. She leaned closer involuntarily, drawn to his heat and the intensity of his gaze. Grima chuckled. He kept just enough distance between them that their noses brushed but their lips did not meet, like he was a child playing with a new toy. Hopefully he wouldn’t want to find out how long it would take until this new toy of his broke.

      When their lips finally met it was electrifying, like a bolt of lightning struck the base of her spine and lit her veins on fire. She felt a missing piece of herself finally fit back into place. Eager to close the distance between them, Araceli reached her arms around his shoulders and allowed him to draw her further into his embrace. Just as she would have deepened their kiss Grima pulled away from her, his eyes dancing with something she couldn’t place. Her brows furrowed.

      With one hand he skimmed her collarbone before pressing her back into the wall. His smile reminded her of a jackal’s eyes by firelight. 

      “You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?”

      “Easy isn’t a word I would use to describe you,” Araceli answered and resisted the urge to wet her lips. 

      Grima dropped his mouth to her ear. “I do so love my games.” The words brushed against her ear and she shivered, but just like that he was gone and instead simply held out a hand to her. “Come.”

      It wasn’t a request, it was a command.

      Araceli took his hand and immediately her head began spinning. She would never get used to traveling like that. One moment they were alone together and the next they were in a dark hallway outside of a large door. A familiar door.

      “This is--”

      Before she could finish her sentence Grima’s mouth was on hers again, slow and demanding, drawing her breath into his lungs.

      “That’s right. I’m taking you back to your lover.”

      The silence that followed was deafening and the look in his eyes reminded her of a cat playing with a mouse, but it wasn’t until he pulled her into the room she shared with Chrom that she was sure of his intentions. Panic set in when Grima shut the door behind them, leaving them alone in the bedroom with her sleeping husband. Araceli took a step back to the door, but Grima’s arms around her kept her rooted in place facing the bed where Chrom slept soundly.

      “No,” she whispered. The only response she got was his mouth on her neck.

      Grima pressed a kiss to her jawline, her neck, and behind her ear before dragging his lips down to her shoulder. Fingers tugged her robes off her shoulders and his hands brushed past her waist, upwards to her chest. As much as she hated herself for it, she melted at his touch.

      “Please,” Araceli whispered again ( was she begging for him to stop or begging for more? ), craning her neck so she could see his face. “Not here. Just take me back and you can do whatever you want to me, just not here.”

      “Yes, here.” His voice was at her ear and she felt her knees buckle. “Please me now, here, in front of him.”

      Araceli pushed his hands away from her body, but he simply shifted his hold on her.

      “No, he will see us!”

      As if on cue, the sheets in front of them began to shift and she could feel the dragon smile against her neck. He was cruel.

      “Yes,” he moved around her and led her toward the bed. “It will only fuel our fire.”

      By the time they reached the bedside, Chrom was sitting up, eyes wide as they fell on the pair together. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but with one swift motion of his hand Grima seemed to freeze the exalt in place and locked his voice in his throat. With a shamelessness that could only be born of the fell dragon, he sat on Araceli’s empty bedside and pulled her onto his lap. Her husband could do no more than watch wide-eyed with confusion. Grima hiked her nightgown up over her thighs, his fingers pressing bruisingly into her hips. She was sure that if she met his gaze his expression would be twisted in some sick pleasure, but her eyes were on Chrom -- on his confusion and his hurt as he sank back into his side of the mattress and it was as if he was unable to tear his eyes away from them.

      “That maggot will see everything, hear everything -- most likely think it all a dream in the morning,” his voice was low and level, even while he eased himself inside of her. “But he will never forget what he’s seen. Nor will you forget him seeing it.” As if to emphasize his point, he thrust his hips up into her and Araceli cried out.

      Grima’s palm smoothed up around her neck with the briefest squeeze, and slid his thumb into her mouth. Her hips rocked into his of their own accord and Araceli finally looked at him and saw the twisted amusement written plainly on his face. Angry tears threatened to spill from her eyes, but another expert roll of his hips into hers sent stars shooting up her spine. She couldn’t remember another time she had felt so completely whole. If one touch made her feel absolutely complete, the intensity of feeling him moving inside of her was something that transcended wholeness. Grima tangled one of his hands in her hair and drew her down to his mouth, claiming her again and again. He scraped his teeth down along her neck and to her shoulder where he bit into her flesh hard enough to draw blood to entice a pained yelp from his vessel.

      She was a wicked woman, letting the fell dragon himself fuck her in front of her husband all while she ENJOYED it. Araceli was disgusted with herself.

      “You’re right,” Grima cupped her face in his palm and the next movement of their hips had him hitting the sweetest spot inside of her. His name was a breathy moan on her lips. He chuckled. “You’re an awful, wicked woman.”

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Requested by hikarithegardevoir

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@earthmcther​!

       ❛ In his own country, Death can be kind. ❜ her fingers ghost over a frost dusted petal, the snowdrop flower frozen in time by the unexpectedly late winter chill. ❛ Don’t you think? ❜

[nevver]

Show of hands

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Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

deathless♚ · accepting!

       How could she look upon her daughter’s face and promise anything but what she asked of her? The war had taken its toll on them and left devastation in its wake —– hope was all that they had to hold onto now, and even that was beginning to fade from her grasp. The voice hidden within her was growing stronger – BOLDER – it would not be contained for much longer and she did not know if her body could handle the ruin that might fall upon her once the DEVIL sought a way out.

       ❛ Love. ❜ She takes Morgan’s face between her hands and commits her face to memory. Araceli needed to remember every last detail from her brilliant eyes to her bright smile – she needed to remember everything. ❛ I swear by every drop of blood in my body, I will not leave you. ❜ It felt like all she could do lately was make promises she couldn’t keep, but she swore to herself that this would be one she wouldn’t break. Sooner would the gods themselves have to pull her into the pits of the afterlife before she would leave her child. 

       Araceli pressed her lips to Morgan’s hair and pulled her into a tight embrace.

                       ❛ I SWEAR it. ❜

[mitchellwrites]

deathless ♚ sentence meme

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deathbymitchell:

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

[longestnight]

your bones slowly sink into the ground, there is a world beneath your feet. perhaps we are not as human as we once thought.

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@elwiinded!

        ❛ Ricken, ❜ his name ghosts over her lips and fingers absentmindedly fumble with the ends of her coat’s sleeves. ❛ I’m planning on running some errands and would be grateful for some company -- if you wouldn’t mind, that is. ❜

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       But this bitch ain’t stacked in my favour.                   We race towards the end of days.

                  And while you pave way for your saviour,        I fear the rationality of the faithfully insane.