♚: //Avarice--

FUTURE /♚/ KING; ❝Greed is a bottomless pit which [exhausts] the person in an .endless. effort to {satisfy} the need without e.v.e.r reaching satisfaction.❞ --♚-- { Indie Greedling RP }

[devalet]

Casually forced myself to log on here but 8I I probably will not be on at all much for the next few days. My anxiety is still through the roof, and I can't figure out a way to control it just yet?

So I'm just kinda trying to let it cool down on it's own.

Then for those who know me on my Anna too, I probably won't log on her at all for a few days or something. :B I get real shaky even thinking about logging on so ??? unless my need to roleplay just sky rockets I'll probably just be lurking on skype or something!!

REALLY SORRY THOUGH. I know people are waiting on me on Greed and Anna, but I really can't right now otl really sorRY

Cries a little though cause I really wanna RP

[kannonai-blog]

{┊❜—- ⊱      I’m really no good at writing paragraphs about this stuff, but I’m super thankful for every single person that follows me. However, putting everyone on a list would be extremely long and I know I’d miss people. So I’ve picked a few that I’ve connected with on a personal level and that never fail to make my days lively and entertaining. My platonic soul mates, or the people I just personally really admire. 

                                                         ◖Partners in Crime◗

                               ♔} inkuakuma . ♔} burufokkusu . ♔} clearcoded . 

                                       ◖Bless You For Putting Up With My Shit◗

     ♔} virtusxcor . ♔} devalet . ♔} xfrigus . ♔} masochisticsadist . ♔} disputationix .

        ♔} n-o-x-c-r-i-s-t-a-u-x . ♔} crimsonjuice . ♔} aobaseragaykid . ♔} auspicis . 

       ♔} monochromaticinfection . ♔} k-u-r-o-s-a-k-i ♔} bellatricis . ♔} valorousx . 

        ♔} horosuru . ♔} sensei-nise . ♔} niveusanimus . ♔} sympatheticscrapper . 

      ♔} wutairose . ♔} gefallenejustiz . ♔} lambencies . ♔} apexjager . ♔} trouillard 

                                            ♔} theconceptofglory . ♔} fortiterae .

[xfrigus]

ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇ's ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ.

     ║ █ ♔. }—

             Palettes of icy hue paint the decor of sparkling winter. Walls glazed with shining blue reflecting off of one another, their own color bringing vibrancy about the entirety of castle’s make. Fright of shadow’s outer presence of current setting haunts the vision that is cast upon such figure. 

     “W—Who are you—?!” 

             Frantic expression remains evident in tone’s whereabouts, revealing the fear that strikes heart of frosted possession. One step, two, three— and she’s begun her backward trek, ready to flee from any approaching predator who may have happened across her land.

[devalet]

「 ♛ 」Immediately had a smirk graced sin's features, a slight chuckle slipping past lips as crimson hues indulged in the sight before them. A castle... absolutely--though it was one unlike any other, and surely one constructed of ice would trigger envy of any who bare witness.

        He had to have it,

         and desire as heavy as his would result in unthoughtful barging on whoever prior owner was.

   Time for exploration was brief, frantic query nearly echoing throughout the entirety of his palace as irises proved sluggish in settling upon dame fitted in frost. He'd cock crown slightly, brows furrowed in her direction as answer too was sluggish; attention instead given towards dame's behavior. Skittish, she must've come in the hopes of living beyond civilization's territory. Thus would a sigh part, as he'd force her out regardless of reason.

      ❝M'Greed--Nice t'meetcha.❞

   Then a mischievous grin; appendage extended before pointing digit towards exit.

                 ❝Sorry t'be the one t'break it t'you blondie... but you're gonna have t'leave.

                                          M'Movin in, see? And I can't have someone like you in my castle.❞  

[devalet]

ｍｅｔａｐｈｙｓｉｃａｌｌｙ

[infusedbluesarchive]

        Arms stretched above his head as he let out a soft grunt. Booted feet took a step into the light as he shook his head slightly. Carpentry wasn’t his forte, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to help make the flower girl’s church a bit more sturdy. Sure, it had it’s charms with it’s worn facade, but he’d rather it be safe. He shuddered to think of something happening while he wasn’t around.

         His feet continued to lead him toward the city as his eyes wandered the surroundings. It was strange to see what Midgar had become; nothing but debris laid beside him, and what was built from that debris was Edge. With destruction comes rebirth. His arms folded over his chest as his feet crossed the threshold into the city. Suppose it was time for him to head to Tifa’s; apparently there was a gathering there tonight, and he needed to make sure he was there on time. 

[devalet]

「 ♛ 」Exploration would prove useless as not single sight was seen of what he desired. Of course... his hunt may have been one of ease if he at least knew the appearance of his treasure; yet he knew not of neither appearance nor size.

   A grunt would slip, crimson hues peering their surroundings before settling upon a native. Oi... His last desire was to ask for help from another, but he'd assume such necessary if he was to locate materia.

      ❝--Yo.❞

   He'd extend an appendage, and insolently gesture that the stranger come toward his location--he'd expect obedience, of course; not that any was obliged to him to begin with. Not even a grin would tug at his lips, rather a mere expression stern had etched unto his person.

[devalet]

ｏｎｃｅ ａ ｔｈｉｅｆ

[mortiuum-archive]

          The weight upon her shoulder is light and begs for attention. She stalls in her step to examine the strange feathered touch and immediately does a quiver of irritation bury itself into her expression. It was only a matter of time before her worn and weather pouch would break, but of all the times to do so?

                    This is not ideal.

          She backtracks and sees the trail—much smaller than she would have imagined. The man tailing behind does not alleviate any sort of growing suspicion either. Her expression is nondescript as pupils slide between the two, before bending down and retrieving the goods by her hell. “Can I help you?” her brazen inquisition, spine straightened and eyes piercing.

[devalet]

「 ♛ 」Sudden halt, and attention is spared as irises linger towards tear.

                                                                                         --Damn.

   Had she maintained sights upon the path ahead... No matter though, as palms were quickly shoved inward pockets; a hasty attempt at masking prior motives and appearing a modeled citizen. Her query triggers a smirk, crown cocked slightly as digits wrap about yeast to insure it safely concealed.

      ❝Nah.

             Figured you knew the way t'the nearest town... so I thought I'd follow you.❞

[devalet]

[devalet]

ｍｅｔａｐｈｙｓｉｃａｌｌｙ

「 ♛ 」Tales told of divine objects have reached prying ears of those humans tempted to sin, and they'll search of course, though it is rare to hear of an successful epilogue.

                                                                                             { Materia? }

   The sin born from greed itself only overhears description; grants the power of manipulation over energy, and much more. Not as powerful as a philosophers stone--not at all--but it's at least something that he'll be sole possessor of when amongst citizens of Amestris. So he's traveled to land unique to those he's heard of prior, the land in which Materia is native and he cares not for how he obtains a batch, as long as he leaves the land with objective in tow.

[devalet]

Independent RP for Greedling from FMA:B

♛ Semi - Private

♛ Primarily plays Greed though can play as Ling as well.

♛ Multifandom | Multiverse

♛ 4 years writing experience

♛ One liners, multipara, novella, occasional crack

[devalet]

everyone: don't make a new muse britt

me: makes a new muse anyway

[kannonai-blog]

ＷＯＭＡＮ /♕/ ＫＩＮＧ;;: what is up with you and ＷＯＭＡＮ /♕/ ＫＩＮＧ;;: honey →♥:ριкαcнυ: it’s →♥:ριкαcнυ: cheap →♥:ριкαcнυ: and adds flavor →♥:ριкαcнυ: plus it taste good →♥:ριкαcнυ: yOU GOT A THING AGAINST HONEY? →♥:ριкαcнυ: B( ＷＯＭＡＮ /♕/ ＫＩＮＧ;;: i dont like honey ＷＯＭＡＮ /♕/ ＫＩＮＧ;;: tbh →♥:ριкαcнυ: really ＷＯＭＡＮ /♕/ ＫＩＮＧ;;: yeah ＷＯＭＡＮ /♕/ ＫＩＮＧ;;: its too sweet and the texture is weird →♥:ριкαcнυ: …do i even like honey ＷＯＭＡＮ /♕/ ＫＩＮＧ;;: … ＷＯＭＡＮ /♕/ ＫＩＮＧ;;: britt

[feiistypants]

today was weird so I’ll get to drafts tomorrow if i’m feeling better—

partakes in munday though hella

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[devalet]

ｏｎｃｅ ａ ｔｈｉｅｆ

「 ♛ 」Food drops from an open bag; a trail hastily created though it's evident the owner has gained no such knowledge of such. Perhaps she believes the bag closed before departure, as much travelers do, and thus pays no mind to the possibilities that could unfold. 

   His stomach growls at the sight--free food; and who wouldn't pounce on the opportunity? He keeps good distance, the occasional lowering of appendages so that he may stuff fresh foods into his pockets. 

      { Hah... Idiot. }

   All seems well, his greedy antics proving useful as he has meals now for a day or two.

[incaritas]

[ᴀ]--ᴜxɪʟɪᴜᴍ;

[incaritas]

     →x┊❖;         ❝Ling…? Friend of yours?❞ She asks, curious, mostly, though not expecting much beyond a snappish yes or no. His life is his after all, and she is but unwanted help. Getting more out of him than begrudging and venomous responses is not something she feels will be possible, though worse people have been in her company.

        Surprise is written clearly upon unblemished visage as foreign extremity is extended to her person, expecting their verbal quarrel to continue for quite some time. Perhaps to the point where would have been forced to either give up, or drag him to sanctuary. However, she fails to argue against it, allowing the faintest of smiles to splay across features as ivory-toned hand grips his own, pulling him to his feet with a gentle yet firm tug upward. His wounds trouble her, recalling how he slipped on his own before and while she’s certain any comment on the matter is not appreciated, step one of several is hardly their stopping point. Inquiry must be made. 

        ❝Are you able to walk on your own, or do you require assistance? I do not helping if such is the case.❞ It would never even be brought up again, allowing him to keep his pride in form of shadowed memory, as though it never happened. Somehow, the virtue doubts that will sufficient, but considering his current state, treading on his own two feet for any distance longer than several feet proves hazardous. ❝It would be beneficial to be out of storm’s reach sooner rather than later.❞ An added note, for measure.

        Perhaps ‘Ling’ could give him a push, whomever that may be.

[devalet]

「 ♛ 」❝--You could say that.❞

   His voice is almost stern, the temptation to tell her 'no' nearly irresistible though he is in no mood to continue argument with the prince. Blood loss must provide those victims with such sense of exhaustion; it's Ling's fault, maybe--for it is merely a human's body, and this was the price he'd pay for sluggish reaction time.

      ❝A vessel; that's all he is.❞

   Only a minor insult, it wouldn't even trigger response from the other. A human-based homunculus shouldn't be too hard to come by--an assumption--though he doesn't expect the dame to pick up on his hint so hastily, she's probably never heard of the idea; though that is again but an assumption. He allows assistance, equilibrium lost yet he manages to somewhat balance unto heels, and there's a growl once query is presented; which... in turn triggers the prince's rebuttal.

                               〈 Greed-- 〉

   Shove him to the furthest part of his mentality, ❝Plannin' to carry me, princess?

                 Thanks, but no thanks. Just lead the way and fix me up already.❞

   In such a hurry for one who refused any such help only prior; a petty mien as he can walk though is unable to tread in a straight line.

[devalet]

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[xregicide-deactivated20140812]

                        A  m o n s t e r  you want?

                               A  m o n s t e r  I shall be —

[incaritas]

*;Mirrors

[incaritas]

      →x┊❖;         And in morrow does she find time flying past quickly, somewhat groggy early morning as result of minimal sleep, time spend in negativity. Still, by nightfall she is awake, dressed, and doing her best to forget yesterday’s argument. There is confusion in the whereabouts of her roommate, though she decides rather rapidly it does not matter.

        The last person she needs on her mind is him when on a date.

                                                                            [ The heart is such a nuisance. ]

        She is greeted at apartment door by formal wear and pleasantries, pushing thought of ebony locks and crimson gaze behind her to focus upon boy at hand, linking arms and staying close merely by way of avoiding cold air. Small talk is exchanged, walking to destination, and she does best to pretend her mind is not elsewhere—lingering upon someone else. 

[devalet]

「 ♛ 」He finds struggle in sleeping soundly; an eventual submission and rising rays would convince him in departing rather early. She may assume he's left for classes, or he's finding occupation in something other than her. Either would be incorrect, of course, as he spends hours in emerald camouflage--timber would keep him high and undetectable while maintaining steady sight upon the path she will most likely take. 

   It feels as if days pass, but she finally emerges alongside unfamiliar male. It triggers a low growl; inhuman, even, and he proves haste in warily trailing behind. It's difficult to control the urge to ambush said male--beat him to a pulp though it may be difficult to do so all while keeping the dame's anger contained.

                                                    { Pfft. Could've at least got someone good lookin'. }

[incaritas]

*;Mirrors

[incaritas]

      →x┊❖;         ❝Thank you.❞ Is quietly given response to having her wrist returned, despite the force in which it is given. She expected nothing gentle, of course, not naive enough to believe even menial tasks could prompt some form of grace or at least apathy. 

        ❝—Jokes don’t last for several months.❞ 

        ❝I’ll say I believe you for sake of avoiding argument. Whomever you care for, I certainly hope you’d treat them better than you do me—No one likes feeling unwanted, Greed.❞ Last sentence is said in murmur, soft exhale following as femme moves forward, brushing past male’s shoulder as she does so. ❝I digress; I’m not arguing with you about personal affairs. Find something to occupy yourself with tomorrow or do not, it is all the same to me. If you will excuse me, I wish to be left alone.❞

[devalet]

「 ♛ 」What does she expect? An apology? No, she can't be serious, and he refuses to be deemed loser in this argument. Nonetheless, he cannot deny the fact that guilt becomes very much real--he speaks on impulse, never thinking before or after the fact, and majority of conversations turn to argument regardless.

      ❝Tch. Whatever.❞

   Still too prideful to properly acknowledge his own mistakes, and he leaves her to ponder in what is probably negative thought. Words sink deep, though it is only as he returns to his own bedside, light pondering on the matter undergone yet it flushes from his mind as he drifts into slumber. His ultimate thought upon waking, of course, concerning just how he would separate the dame from her worthless date.