archived.

i'm long gone, kids.

[sharkflapper-moved-blog]

indefinite hiatus

i’m here to announce that this blog, and all other blogs belonging to me, are now on indefinite hiatus. I will also no longer be active on deviantArt or Skype or anywhere else. i’m letting down a lot of people, but. i just can’t do this anymore. i’m sorry.

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☞

☞ would they like themselves as a character? why or why not?

❝Myself? Mm, I can’t say that I would.❞

❝You see, there can only be one, ‘character’ or not. Otherwise, things tend to get… messy.❞

[darkoilyheartjuices-blog]

                                             ❝ You’re MINE ❞                                                                                    he says.

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MALEFACTOR.  underneath this readmore are a handful of tiny, mostly incomplete drabbles, all written in hopes to further display exactly how much of a fucked up asshole personality god-complex my Sal has. Some of these have sexual implications, and few consensual, though nothing too severe for me to request that my underage followers avoid it. Nonetheless, you read beneath this at your own discretion. I have placed it under a readmore, and tagged it accordingly, so any complaints will be ignored, as you read it by your own choice. 

i. worship His eyes are cast upon her - the eyes of a PREDATOR, ravenous, teeming with an insatiable HUNGER - and the ghost of a smile tugs at his lips as he sings to her those sickly sweet words she so needs to hear, SACCHARINE FALSEHOODS to put her infantile mind at ease. For a moment he contemplates, taking her to WORSHIP (carmine lips parting to deliver his names to the heavens, her body but a SACRIFICE, a maiden BLED with sacred knives to please God), and while his FAITHFUL SERVANT would no doubt hastily agree to fulfill his needs, the idea is cast aside - there will be time for that later. (Mass is savored best in the fragile hours before daybreak - the weakened moonlight PULSES more noticeably then, desperate to be heard through the CORRUPTION.)

ii. marriage Rare is the moment where doll is seen without maker, and oft is the opposite true, but still days come where she is left alone as darling husband leaves for work - yet this is hardly the scene of a healthy romance, vows written in virgin’s spilled blood, leaving her confined to their chambers as he further instills his rotting kingdom in these sanguine seas. Those few days of temporary separation always fall into passionate nights, their bed a place of worship - praise be unto Him! her body screams in blinded ecstasy, her ample bruises as biblical verses, each Revelation carved into her skin by the hands of God himself. 

iii. crusades He leads his own crusades, her very being but property over which he lays claim, saline turned to holy water as he violently converts her to the True Faith.

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MALEFACTOR.  matching icons for u and the bae

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MALEFACTOR.  so my personal computer is p much kaput, which is why i’ve been inactive for quite a while. I dunno exactly what I’m gonna do about it, or how soon it’ll be fixed, but. Until things get fixed, you can expect all of my rp blogs to be 100% dead. I’m sorry about that!

[satoushabon]

                              Double bubble disco queen headed to the guillotine                                Skin as cool as Steve McQueen, let me be your killer king

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                                             indie rp blogs for wadanohara and syakesan/sal                                                   from wadanohara and the great blue sea                             @satoushabon is written by shabon, @delxctum is written by punpun

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                                             It hurts until it stops, we will love until it’s not                                    I’m a killing spree in white, eyes like broken Christmas lights

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[narcolepticdreamweavers]

[sasayxki-deactivated20150206]

PLEASE, PLEASE Reblog if You're a Roleplayer That Believes Mun and Muse are Two Separate People.

[fancytexts]

                 Doɴ'т ғreт precιoυѕ I'м нere,

                                                                           ᔕtep way from the window

                                                                                                               Go back to sleep

Safe     from     pain     and truth and choice  and other poison devils,

                  See, they don’t give a fuck about you, [like I do.]

[musxng]

                                                                                       it gets so e x h a u s t i n g sometimes                                                                    constantly being nice to every little person you see

[xmusiings]

Oh, did I send a s ʜ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ                         Down your spine?

        Well I do it all the time                                            

                                It’s a little trick of mine

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rough toUCH BECAUSE IM GROSS AND SHAMELESS OK

| ROUGH TOUCH - ACCEPTING |

12. My muse slams yours against a wall hard.

YELLS THIS IS GOING UNDER A READ MORE FOR OBVIOUS REASONS - 

The fear in her eyes is an overwhelming additive, and his tongue runs over his teeth, the flavor of her flesh and tears just within his reach, overpowering his senses without having yet been discovered. He forces her against the wall, and she yelps - god, that little shriek only urges him forward, and his hips meet hers in a harsh crash that lets her know exactly what she’s doing to him. A smirk plays at his lips, and her weak whimper receives a low chuckle in response - it’s almost sad how she fails to see that her pleads are a drug, her tears an aphrodisiac - she’s only fueling his twisted desires each time she speaks, and it’s almost pitiable.

Almost.

“ What’s wrong, Wadanohara? Isn’t this what you wanted? “ For once Sal does not sing to her, his voice ragged with heavy breath, yet even that cannot deter the taunts that ever linger in his tone while in her presence. The tip of her pointed ear is just within his tongue’s reach, and as with every opening he swiftly takes advantage, a satisfied shiver running down his spine as she shudders beneath him. As dignified as he is, each moment of hesitation, of friction, of hard grinding against the tiny witch breaks his facade further, and it takes incredible effort to refrain from giving in to feral instinct, from taking her then and there without tormenting her further.

“ Silly girl. As if I’d just stop, just because you ask me to! “ - and again he notices how much cuter her eyes look when they’re filled with tears.  “  What you wanted never mattered in the first place. ”

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Rough touch B)

| ROUGH TOUCH - ACCEPTING | 

20. My muse grabs their muse’s wrists. (OH BOY)

The cigarette held between those sharp teeth - teeth that could easily rip him apart if given the opportunity - taunted him more than the orca himself, and his own ground together in frustration, freezing only as the familiar pop signified one freed from its socket. Spitting would have been undignified - and the last thing Sal wanted was to give this creature any more reason to smirk at him as he did. Instead he tightened his grip on the other’s wrists, beyond discomfort to painful, and pressed his smaller form against him, hoping to intimidate - or at least subdue - his tormentor.

“ Now, now, friend, you should take your leave before you do something foolish.” He spoke in a purr with a sly smile pasted on his face, but it was clear that it took all of his strength to keep from swinging at Idate. “I’d hate to do something you’d regret.”

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hc + family? (sorry omg)

MALEFACTOR.  FUCK YES FINALLY THE OPPORTUNITY TO WRITE MORE ABOUT THE SHARK FAMILY -

Family: Samekichi is really the only family that Sal has, yet to say that he acknowledges his brother as such would be untruthful. In reality, he sees Samekichi as weak, pathetic, nothing more than a fragment of himself, the little piece of “good” that he does not have, nor want. Even as children they fought a lot, until the conflict eventually came to a head - and the two parted for some time, with Sal finally recognizing what he was supposed to be. The next time the two spoke was during his incredibly rude intrusion into the Sacred Sword’s hiding place (and his “plans” with Wadanohara). Sal is not aware of who his father is - as far as he knows, Old is just some ancient shark who has some quarrel with the Great Sorcerer - nor did he ever know his mother. Both he and Samekichi grew up without parents - which was completely fine for them. Neither of them are particularly spiteful for the lack of guidance - in fact, Sal is rather grateful that there was no way to restrain him or persuade him from his path. 

[littlemusingthings]

– people should either be caressed, or CRUSHED . 

if you do them minor damage they will get their revenge;        but if you CRIPPLE them there is [ nothing ] they can do. 

       if you need to injure someone,     do it in such a way that you do not have to           (fear their vengeance. )