Burn it to the ground ✖

❝ We're going off tonight To kick out EVERY light Take anything we want Drink everything in sight We're going til the world STOPS TURNING While we burn it to the ground tonight... ❞ Indie + Selective RP Blog for an OC character ; Please read rules before interacting ; Written by Cindy

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this is what I call an evolution ;

Oni: *when he first came to Tumblr* I want to make people cry, I want to see them suffer, I want them to pray for my mercy, I want to break things and behave like an asshole, I want to make them angry, I want them all to hate me and hate each other, oh I want it so bad...

Oni: *first meeting with Aurora* Yes, I want to make you cry. Yes, you hate me so much. You are so miserable. I want to see your tears, I'll destroy everything you love.

Oni: *now* Oh, no, Aurora is sad. Please, dearest, don't be sad. Why are you sad? Who made you sad? I'll kill him instantly for you. Or is it me, who made you sad??? Shame on me. I'm such a terrible creature, I'm so sorry.

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where night and day unite ;

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rose-red-dreams:

                                           ‘… Your Highness?’

         Who was she - a pawn or a queen? Aurora’s eyes, suddenly so full of color, were locked upon the black plume at her feet. Almost as if it held the whole weight of her life. Her shaky fists gripped tight around the bouquet, nearly breaking the stems of golden roses. If anyone could’ve been able to see through her mind, they could only find one person, one face in there.

         Oni. No one else had ever known the Queen’s heart so perfectly, accepting not only her light but her very darkest moments as well. To think she had found him by such accident, to think the demon had helped her see so many magnificent things she didn’t even know could exist. Aurora felt her heart flicker like a candlelight. Oh, what a lucky little girl she was.

         HE HAD MADE HER COMPLETE.

         Was she really going to let him go - just like that? Once again, tears filled her ocean blue hues. How many people in this world were blessed with such fortune she’d experienced? And she loved him so much, would love him to death and back, even if she would have to marry…

                                          ‘Aurora? My dear, are you alright?’

                                                                NO.

         Slowly, the young monarch’s enlightened features turned to face Maleficent. Neither of them said anything; however, the unspoken contact between the Fae woman and her goddaughter held more meaning than anyone in the room could possibly realize. There was a long silence, during which Maleficent’s slightly nervous expression finally relaxed, turning into a gentle, maternal smile. She had understood.

                                                              ‘Aurora!’

         Phillip, who was utterly confused by his fiancée’s behavior, laid a firm hand on the girl’s shoulder and turned her around. They stared at each other, both with a mountain of feelings inside. Aurora hesitated for a while, fully aware she could never apologize to the prince as much as he’d probably deserve. But this was it.

        The Queen of the Moors, with everybody’s eyes concentrated on her, inhaled deeply.

        “I’m sorry, Phillip.”

        She did not stay to watch his face turn from bafflement to shock. 

        At eleven o’clock on the day of the Sun, as witnessed by Prince Phillip, Maleficent, Diaval and all the ceremony guests, Sleeping Beauty dashed across the chapel’s aisle in her white wedding dress. And there was no denying - soon as she pushed open the heavy front doors - that no Sun or Moon could’ve compared to the light that shone from the Queen as she disappeared into the rainy Faerieland.

        Aurora was free. Running towards her happy ever after.

The hurt doesn't show But the pain still grows It's no stranger to you or me

The dark grey skies burned with thunder, as he was drowning in his dismal thoughts. At the moment he had no strength even for hate that he always was so generous and willing to spread. He tried to focuse on something else, raising his eyes and watching how the wind rustled the leaves, but nothing could overbear the image of Aurora inside of his head.

He never had a desire to change his nature into something else. His being a demon was his own choice of freedom, the price that he paid for it was incommensurable with anything on Earth. How much he suffered, how much of pain had he endured, how much of abuse and humiliation he had been fed with, when he was just a miserable little human. He was born as a slave. He was about to die as one too, yet his anger became the power he managed to seek from Hell itself for the salvation. He was given a new life as a bringer of chaos, a demon who would delude people just for fun. He thought it was everything that he ever needed... seeing people suffer just the way he himself did before. But now... the suffering of Aurora caused a nausea. How much did he really love her if he wished this nightmare to stop? He was no nobleman, no prince, no king. And the biggest treasure he could ever offer her was his love.

The next second Oni realized that he still was this miserable little human, because now it was this love what made him feel like a slave again. Moreover, he wished to be that slave so badly. Even this chain smelted out of infernal agony was the one he desired to keep on his neck.

The wind has risen, disheveling his dark raven hair, whispering something alarming to his ears. Oni opened his eyes, expecting to see the same picture of Moors before the storm. However just when he dared to look into the distance — his heart sank.

Through the shadows of murky day, through the gloomy glades a beautiful ghost of white was rushing to his side. Struck by this sight, he couldn't force himself to move. He froze, seeing it clearly with his own two eyes. It must be an illusion, he probably has gone completely insane... could it be possible? Was it real? The princess of thriving kingdom, who had to take an oath of fidelity in the temple of Lord this day, she was running to him, not even noticing how the whiteness of her wedding gown becomes stained with the dirt. She, the bride, the ghost, the dream... she was running to him.

❝ ━ Aurora?,❞ his voice uttered in sheer disbelief and his black eyes widened. Without a second thought, he dashed forward.

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I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you’re everything that exists; the reality of everything.

Virginia Woolf (via fox-corner)

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It’s the darker things I find really beautiful.

David Lynch  (via fox-corner)

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And even though they ruled over different worlds, they both have built the strongest empire. Their only empire of love. for @rose-red-dreams

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Where I’m born is where I’ll die At night I can’t sleep when I try To forget that I never cheated That I tried to be strong No matter how wise I was, I feel wrong To forget that I never followed That man that I adored Who promised me pretty sins and gold And I’m waiting for the sun

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❝ Babe━ ❞

       One might find it hard to describe the flustered gasp that left the petite blonde. Turning thoroughly red, Aurora was quick to face the other way. Golden locks fell in front of her blushy features, allowing her the tiniest bit of shelter from revealing how utterly embarrassed she was. It was just one word! How in the world could it make her feel so stupidly nervous?

       “S-stop it, you goof.”

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rose-red-dreams:

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You said you like roses, but I came with thorns. In the end, what I don’t understand is why I am the only one bleeding, when you’re the one who held me.

tofeamiamba (via wnq-writers)

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magic-spelldust:

Алена Яцун - Сумрак

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where night and day unite ;

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rose-red-dreams:

       The walls of the large room echoed in the enthusiastic blabbering of those present; royalty, nobility, gentry… even a few less prosperous guests were invited. There were some who would’ve preferred for the rabble to stay away from the ceremony, afraid it would be toxic for the prestige of the upcoming royal couple - however, Maleficent had made sure Aurora would at least be able to see some familiar faces among the crowd.

       The Fae woman stood on the left outskirt of the altar, with Diaval on her side. To him, it was even harder to conceal the utter disquietude, one that awoke every time he looked at the young Queen. They were the only ones who knew, who had any idea of how broken their goddaughter’s heart had been for the last few days. To think he might have to see Aurora with such suffering in her eyes today, perhaps for the rest of her life… he did not want it. Frowning, he turned to Maleficent, opening his mouth so he could use this last chance to make an objection.

       That’s when the crowd fell silent. Prince Phillip was the first one to turn his head, a smile gracing his cupid-like appearance as he gazed at the end of a long, golden carpet. A character, holding a bouquet in her hands, took slow steps forward, a choir of children accompanying her pace. Everyone’s eyes were focused on her; on the big, white dress that licked her petite figure from shoulders to toes, the jewels and sparkling roses adorning her garments, the flossy veil covering her features.

       To Aurora, every move was like nearing an edge of a cliff. Only there wasn’t a void waiting for her; but a lifetime beside a man she could not feel affection towards. The girl looked at him from behind her veil, with such empty eyes. And she tried so hard to love his classy attire, his good manners and dark brown curls every young lady would want to grasp. But she couldn’t. She stopped right by the side of his future husband; he said something to her, perhaps called her stunning or beautiful, but Aurora did not hear a thing. Not even when the priest cleared his throat and began his speech. It felt like the entire world had disappeared around her.

       Yet there was one thing no one noticed. An open window, right above the altar, allowing a tender gust of wind inside. But the wind didn’t come alone; it brought something within, something that slipped past everyone’s attention. It flowed in the air for a moment, like a wish or a whisper. Until finally, it allowed itself to be seen - not by anyone else but the Queen. Not even Phillip, just having said his own vows, realized it coming. Aurora watched something small descend right in front of her eyes, landing at the tip of her feet. Suddenly, for the first time that morning, her eyes filled with their rich oceanic blues. She could feel her heartbeat, as if it had been gone for an eternity.

       With shaking hands, the young Queen gazed at the single, ebony dark feather lying at the hem of her dress.

                                                     A wish of happiness.

He COULDN’T shake it off. These thoughts, these memories couldn't be easily swept out like dust. Continuously they were flying around his head almost like irritating gnats, but at the same as pleasant and light as butterflies. When he suddenly had become such a hopeless romantic? Oh, it was all her fault, she was the only one to blame. He won't find peace now and he feared that he never will in centuries.

She will be gone and he'll still be loving her, keeping her ghost inside of his hollow heart. His poor little girl.

Their last meeting was a salt to his open wound. How could he get enough of her, while they had shared no more than just few hours? He was thirsty for her already when their lips had parted and their hands stopped caressing each other. In that second he already was starving and burning, cursing   the kingdom's fatuous codes. As if Aurora couldn't be trusted to rule her land alone? As if she really needed some snooty makeweight next to herself. Outrageous! They were treating her like a child and there were no way he could not be offended by that. If it was he, the diabolic entity, the twisted dark spirit what found his reliance in her then the world was in possession of the most powerful monarch in her face.

He regarded her welfare and safety as his sacred duty. And now he couldn't even stay beside her, because that would be considered as an attempt upon her life. Shit.

Sitting next to the tree, he huffed and grimaced, because that was the only thing left for him to do. Honestly, he had no strength to crash things like he would usually do in a bad mood. And at the moment his mood wasn't even bad, it was beyond obnoxious. Oni let out a plangent and heavy sight, hiding his face in his palms.

                           That's all. He's done.

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evahns:

PERSEPHONE AND HADES ( poster series. )

is it blood or fruit that stains their meeting lips? she does not doubt they would taste equally as sweet in his embrace.

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where night and day unite ;

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rose-red-dreams:

       Pale features, worn with grief and fatigue, stared lifelessly at the figure sitting in front of the mirror. If only she’d had the strength to move a single muscle in her face, Aurora would’ve frowned. She could not recognize the reflection, could not identify the young bride with pure white veil descending from her golden crown to the locks of her hair. The Queen of the Faerieland, once bright as the Sun itself and filled with joy, was now nothing but a mere ghost.

       Someone knocked at the door, however, the girl did not even turn to look. She had lost her reason to smile, to care about anything at all. The world could end right now, at this very second, and she would not even flinch. But Phillip was waiting. In the great hall of crosses and choirs, just as he’d wanted. A great celebration. The clock was ticking. In only a few more minutes, it would all be gone forever.

       Oni would be gone forever.

                                               ‘AURORA, are you there?’

       “I’m here, Godmother.”

                      ‘People are waiting. You should probably come down soon.’

       Her lips, painted in bright red, began to tremble. Just as the girl had thought she was no longer able to cry. But there was no helping it. She was in love - not with the man who would soon become her King - but with the only person who ever saw in the deepest corners of her heart. And he was far away, growing distant and unreachable.

                                                   ‘Aurora? …                                                                  You know you don’t have to do this.’

       Shivering hands clenched into fists. Aurora tried not to let it be heard, that she was nearly choking on her tears at this point. She swallowed, hard and painful, forcing the words out of her mouth.

       “I’ll be there.”

        The girl waited for a while, until she was sure Maleficent had disappeared from behind her door. Then finally, in the silence of her room, anguish got the best of her. A candlestick that was placed on the table became her tool of rage and sorrow, as she grabbed it without hesitation, striking it at the mirror with a scream. Shards of all size scattered around the floor, still showing every hue of hopelessness in her face.

        This was the end of everything.

No, he wasn't the only sufferer. They both were still united by their enormous pain. The deadly poison of love has already contaminated his black demonic blood. He would never think that something he so strongly believed in and hoped for could be so easily mortified. How come he still could feel this pain? Hadn't he have enough of it already in his life? Humans... they knew no measure in tortures. Right now Oni had to do a completely   unimaginable thing ━ to give up his role as a villain, feeling defeated by fate's disfavor.

It didn't just pinch his inflated diabolic ego, it turned the world around him upside down. He wasn't the bringer of chaos now, he wasn't the one who relishes this havoc ━ he was just a victim of the misfortune he would previously enjoy. A mere realization of this forced his essence to twist and twitch. He was no longer the devil, who'll just burst the door open using his foot and then take everything he wants. He was no longer the hurricane, but just a gust of wind. And what made him feel even more pathetic was that he COULDN'T bring himself to try and do it. He couldn't break into the church and ruin things which were supposed to be wedding presents. Aurora deserved more than his bare anger and the damage he usually brought.

She was the only REASON why he restrained his riotous self from that holy place. He didn't want to ruin her life, he tried so hard to let her go... yet to no result. The more he intented to release this butterfly called love from his grip, the more he realized that he can't. It turned out to be... the only thing which made him feel complete?

Oni strolled around the Moors, not being in the mood even for the slightest devilry. Gradually the warm weather changed into tempest and the world around grew darker as the skies were colored in dismal gray. Oni sighed heavily at the idea of leaving this place forever. He only has begun to grow fond of it. Quiet, mysterious, fascinating... the nature he always seemed to find enticing. A pity that would be to lose it all. Though.. he didn't think he could let himself go on like this here. Every day when he'll have to look at the horizon ━ he'll witness Aurora's kingdom. The kingdom where he no longer has a right to go.

             ❝ ━  Well then, beastie. ❞

He muttered, resting his back on the bark of the large willow, whilst lurking in its shadows.

       ❝ Seems like it would be safer if I'll just stay             in the shadow of your heart. Be happy. ❞       He never thought these words will ever fall from his lips.                               the wish of happiness.

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rose-red-dreams:

You say that you’re no good for me Cause I’m always tugging at your sleeve And I swear I hate you when you leave ( But I like it anyway )

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