DARK AND ENDLESS.

SHE WHO IS DARK AND ENDLESS; SHE WHO SWALLOWS PLANETS WHOLE.

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WITCH HUNT.  breathes heavily salem thinks she’s completely in the right

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crcscentbound.

      ⋠☀⋡~           ❝ Call me what you want … but he was the first person to believe I had potential to make my dream a reality. There’s nothing you could say or do that would EVER change that - ! ❞

‘  AND YET THE LINE BETWEEN DREAM AND REALITY GROWS EVER WEAKER, CHILD.  ‘  the goddess ponders for but a moment, and in the end her voices is still eerily calm.  ‘  YOU ONLY SEE HIS ACTIONS, YOU DO NOT KNOW HIS MOTIVES. HE DOES ALL THIS ONLY FOR SELF-GAIN, FOR THE COMPLETION OF ONLY HIS GOAL.  ‘  a lone thought rings out: the ozpin you know is not the one i have been fighting for years.

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‘  YOU ARE A FOOL TO STILL BELIEVE IN HIS MESSAGE, AND THAT IS ALL I HAVE TO SAY.  ‘

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tyriannical said: COME BACK MOM YOUR FAVORITE SON MISSES YOU

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*breathes heavily* remember when i was active on this blog*

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hello loves <3 i just wanted to let everyone know that i will be on this blog sparringly/only to actually write salem. i will not be doing crack rp or silly rps or even a lot of ask memes tbh. i am very busy with school and such and i can’t not do schoolwork in favor of running four blogs. sorry loves, but thank you for following !

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auraheld.

               NIGHTMARISH SHE STANDS ,  like any monster he’s ever read about .  she towers and oscar shrinks . her eyes catch his ,  and he feels a tug in his mind  — -  w o r r y ,  he thinks . whether the onslaught is his own or shared ,  oscar can’t tell .  his heart beats wild in his chest . his breath stops .  she is not just the nightmare , no ,  she  is  fear  itself .  

                        ❛           i don’t want to be here . i want to go home . ❜   //   @endelias

                     ‘  NOW, NOW, MY DEAR OSCAR-- IS ANYONE EVER TRULY AT HOME IN A PLACE?  ‘  she motions a long hand to their surroundings, dark and dreary as ever. she radiates hunger in every way just as their environment does. the fear that she feels flowing off of the young boy is truly thrilling, and she can’t believe the power it gives her. the goddess’s lithe digits fall back to her side, shielded in the shadowy pelt of her dress.  ‘  THERE IS ALWAYS SOMETHING THAT MAKES A PLACE. . . .UNPLEASANT, IS THERE NOT?  ‘  salem pauses for a moment, chin lifting up to look down further upon the child.  ‘  EVEN IN YOUR OWN HEAD?  ‘

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"Mommy! Mommy!" A little grimm-boy runs to Salem and hugs her leg. "I love you mommy!"

                     ‘  WHAT DO YOU REQUIRE, MY DEAR CHILD?  ‘  the youngling at her leg causes her to give the slightest twitch of a smile, eyes narrowing in question. the goddess seems to have found her soft spot.

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lil tiny headcanon dump bc i need to get back into the groove of this funky eldritch mommatm

one. salem and ozpin have a very real and very (magically) tangible connection. it happens most often in dreams, though when ozpin “died” (i put quotes bc im still not sure if he’s dead or just. chillin as a ghost) their connection has grown more prominent. salem is not happy about this in the slightest, of course. side note: to speak to each other, they have to kinda of dissociate and go almost “out of body” and into a place in the mind that they are deeply connected through.

two. salem absolutely sees herself as a goddess. when she is described as ‘endless’ in my writing, she most definitely is. particularly in the realm of the grimm. i akin this realm very closely to the ascendant realm from bungie’s destiny. salem is endlessly powerful in this world, and it will take a lot to defeat her in this world.

three. salem is in fact ‘the mother of grimm’. or maybe, a self-proclaimed mother. she constantly oversees their creation and ‘birth’ and refers to them as her ‘children’  she is also able to see through the grimm’s eyes as well as communicate with them. 

four. salem doesn’t hate humanity- she respects them, perhaps even admires their desperate clutching onto hope and onto each other. she has no need of others, quite honestly. she has her children (the grimm) to do her bidding. salem’s real interest in humanity, though, is to see if she can break them. she wants to shatter all that’s left of their precious home and send them running with their tails between their legs. like a child on the sidewalk playing with  ants and a magnifying glass-- she is only waiting for them to burn under her touch.

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Lady Salem, is it true that you actually just want Ozpin's "cane"?

                     ‘  WHILE IT IS TRUE THAT OZPIN’S WEAPON WOULD BE AN EXCELLENT TROPHY, I HAVE NO INCESSANT NEED FOR IT.  ‘  she chuckles softly, and after a moment she narrows vermilion eyes in question.  ‘  OZPIN’S CANE IS NOT EXACTLY IMPRESSIVE IN STATURE.  ‘

[rwbyfanservice]

Salem by キシリ

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                     ‘  MY DEAR OZPIN,  ‘  she coos, everlasting charm present, per usual. the headmaster, the wizard, the huntsman     (     whatever his title was.     )     before her was all but dead. she hated his spirit, the glowing elegance that followed his unending essence. he was so overwhelmingly good, even in his dying state. it made her head ache. the goddess curls pale digits around the edges of her face, head tilting in question.  ‘  EVEN IN YOUR FINAL MOMENTS, YOU THINK OF ME? PERHAPS YOU HAVE GONE MAD AFTER ALL THESE YEARS.  ‘

@finitetime  /  @illusiveroyale

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tyriannical.

     he shudders at her  i c y  touch, and he almost expects the tears on his cheeks to freeze instead of dry. he closes his eyes, not daring to look upon her own–especially not disgraced as he is. he sniffles and pushes himself back up on his knees.

          ❛ n-no, my lady… ❜ he whispers weakly. ❛ i–i am sure that d-doctor watts can c-come up with a replacement–and if not then i c-can… appeal to the white fang. i can st–still be of use to you, your grace…! ❜

                     ‘  PERHAPS HE WOULD,  ‘  the goddess begins, cold eyes bearing down upon her once-favored hunter. her voice still booms, endlessly echoing around the room at her command. she is much larger than this physical form, after all. she lives in every grimm, every shadow, every inch of evil in the world is bathed in her essence. that is what the humans    (     and faunus, alike.    )     feared. she was no longer solitary and unknown-- her influence stretched across remnant, and yet she could trust anyone to do her bidding.  ‘  BUT HE WILL DO NO SUCH THING UNTIL I ORDER HIM TO.  ‘                     ‘  AT LEAST HE KNOWS THAT INSOLENCE IS NOT ACCEPTABLE FOR ONE OF MY FOLLOWERS.  ‘  she reels back the hand that had been gripping his face momentarily before swinging it forward, landing a crisp, open-handed slap across his face. the resounding SMACK ! that laces the room is melodious in nature, and the ringing vibrations that settle in the base of her spine is sweet on her troubled mind. there is a quick silence that settled in the room and with it salem retreats her pale digits to the small of her back.

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physicvs.

                             “– my lady?”

he halts his work, head raising to view what was troubling her, only to purse his lips to stifle a smile rising upon them. he thought her to be all knowing, all seeing, but, it seemed there were somethings that escaped the goddess herself.

he reached into his coat pocket, retrieving a similar metal item, popping it open with his thumb. in a flash the holographic screen displayed his previous session ( merely some kind of writing application. )

                            “it’s quite simple really. what you hold is called a scroll. it is                              able to gauge your aura and display it accordingly. as for                              how it works is a long winded talk of circuitry, a touch of                              robotics and coding. it has other functions of course, i personally                              use it as a notebook and diary.” 

                     ‘  HM. . .  ‘  the goddess taps her chin, thinking.  ‘  PERHAPS I WILL NEED TO. . .LOOK MORE CLOSELY INTO THIS TECHNOLOGY FOR THE FUTURE. DO THE REST OF MY ADVISERS ALSO HAVE THESE “SCROLLS”?   ‘  her ghostly features turns to face the doctor, hands resting gently in the ebony silk laying across her lap. the furls of her dress are smooth without her ever thinking about it     (      her distate for disorder on her own person was such an oddly HUMAN trait, was it not?     )     and before she continues the queen must take a moment to correct her actions.                      she was not human and she would never be. she was darkness incarnate, the grimm-mother. she was endlessly ending--and for some reason she felt so oddly real in this moment. perhaps it was the simple fact that she could connect to everything humans had built with this simple device. with a gentle tug of her lips does she return to her mortal companion in thought and body.  ‘  a diary? let us hope you write nothing ill of the other members of our party in it?  ‘

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so is salem the dark brother? his servant? watcher over the grimm? queen/leader fo the grimm? i wanna KNOW

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The new minion movie looks great!

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when you have a muse for .5 and u already wanna ship w her