❝ burn for me.

[eviladorned-blog]

such a strong soul, such a pretty soul!! and it’s all….. yours.

IND. PYRRHA OMEGA OF SOUL CALIBUR as written by linds

[lifeinpoetry]

How to dance in blood and remain sane?

Sonia Sanchez, from “6 Haiku,” Morning Haiku (via agooduniverse)

[eviladorned-blog]

( o u t ) hi new followers!!!!! if you’d like a starter like this post and i’ll attempt to write some after i finish my essay – plotting is also welcome too!! :) i don’t bite (unlike my muse)!

[eviladorned-blog]

( o u t ) hi new followers!!!!! if you’d like a starter like this post and i’ll attempt to write some after i finish my essay – plotting is also welcome too!! :) i don’t bite (unlike my muse)!

[magistera]

I must win for the children’s sake! (Happy Mother’s Day! ♥)

[legalimmigration-blog-blog]

“Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.”

David Foster Wallace (via legalimmigration)

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[adaestra]

beware of those who walk with hell beneath their feet / they know how to dance amongst burning flames.

devil, fleshed (via mythological-being)

[eviladorned-blog]

( o u t ); school’s been nonstop and pretty tiring, but this coming weekend/late this week im off from work and from class so i have time to hopefully get the rest of the starters and replies done ! thanks for being patient w/ me !! 😘 😘

[eviladorned-blog]

Δ

SEND OMEGA A SYMBOL.

Δ – playing with her hair.

                       PRETTY PYRRHA.

                                even with such MURDEROUS, glowing eyes do her lovely                                little features bear resemblance to her mother. ( pyrrha would not remember. )

                                a ghosting of even the slightest hint of tira’s fingertips drives her                                body away — perhaps nothing less than an inch, well near                                IMPOSSIBLE to discern. it is a FLINCH, one that is bereft of any                                remaining memory of the FEAR that binds her to silence, while she                                waits, PARALYZED, for the touch of tira’s pale, cold hands.

                                tira’s touch had always felt more sinister in its intention. each strand                                of hair she manages to weave between her SKELETAL digits feels as                                though it is PULLED from the roots and RIPPED from the scalp, but                                it never is. not once. not yet.

                               it’s just another cold, harmless touch at the hands of a woman she                               is far too FRIGHTENED to leave.

                                “ it’s….. grown longer.”

[eviladorned-blog]

♕ = bowing down before them .

SEND OMEGA A SYMBOL.

                OH – ! how her little black heart BEATS for that ACCEPTANCE                   and POWER !! no longer is her WORTH bound to solely her                    FATE, even as her grotesquely deformed extremity may PULSE                    with each flicker of her parasite’s all-knowing eye.

                    short in stature may she be, but DANGEROUSLY volatile.                   unstable. unpredictable.

                   what appears to be yet another SERVANT ( or so she assumes –                   it makes no difference to her REGARDLESS ) bows before the                    CRIMSON DESPAIR and the blade enclosed between her clawed,                    dirty fingernails. a LETHAL, inhuman sneer stretches wide enough                   to SLICE her cheeks from end to end.

                   she feels like ROYALTY.

[wnq-writers]

I trusted you. I trusted your words.
 And — 
I trusted your lies.

Infinitynh (via wordsnquotes)

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[royalhighnessoflies-blog]

Send me the emoticon and my muse will react to your muse:

(or the other way around - tell me!)

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair . ❤ = kissing them . ₪ = asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them . ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare . ♣ = discovering them crying . 回 = patching a wound . ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight .

[slatraskil]

  It made her proud to see this display but never as much as it   did to be the reason behind it! To have caused the shift itself, why   nothing could ever compare. ( Killing and watching others be killed   aside. ) The smile on the deceiver’s lips was saccharine, there to   guide the girl further into sin. ❛ Me? I had planned to stick around,   watch you thrive on your new throne if that’s what you meant! ❜ All   too quickly her features painted a picture of curiosity & confusion,   false in nature but perhaps enough to bring about a favored reaction.   ❛ Unless you wanted me to leave, Pyrrha? ❜

[eviladorned-blog]

              “ ..... leave?”

             the word, the WORD, she could not BEAR to              hear it !!! even with SUCH power does the plague              of her SECLUSION continue to afflict her --- FEAR              is only present once everyone has LEFT.

            ( or when they may leave her. )

              “ no.... i ------”

         HORROR strikes her PALE with sickening              REMORSE; tira’s words are CORROSIVE,              eating away at every little insecurity retained              from her human soul. her answer, spoken in              a paralyzed whisper, is given from nothing but              pure, manipulated fear:

            “ please..... do not go. “

             oh how she wishes she almost WOULD.

[woebringer-blog]

“…..”

There were no immediate words… Pyrrha only watches her speak. She curses, she screams… wrath and sorrow mixed into the very chords of her voice. She is a powerful memory, though a sad one… blinded by her own rage as she curses every life on earth and wallows in her own despair. And yet, her grief is only used as a weapon, she herself being deluded by the chaotic force that sustains them both. Pyrrha could only feel sadness when she looks upon that part of herself. She howls, she festers… and yet there is woe and grief and fear underneath. No one understands that better than her.

Which is why she doesn’t heed her. Fate will only repeat if she gives in to such negative and chaotic thoughts. If she would give in, she will not only lose everything that she held dear, but more importantly… she will lose her true sense of self. Even someone like her had a soul, an identity… something that she can forge with her own hands. And that is considered precious. She doesn’t heed her because she has too much to lose now. She will not be tempted by the ramblings of a bad memory, someone more blinded than she would care to admit.

“…call me whatever you want. I won’t let anything happen to my brother.” she declares. ‘I will not allow anything to happen.’

[eviladorned-blog]

                          “and WHO will protect him ??? YOU ??!!??                                 even you know that you are weak --- you                                 cannot defend him from YOURSELF. from ME.”

                                OH, how she HOLLERS with FURY !! the CRIMSON                                 DESPAIR’S tormented soul is one that is BROKEN                                 and VOLATILE, shaken apart by the very DEPRAVITY                                 that surges through her veins like VENOM. empty are                                 her words, LACED with incoherent RAGE, so much                                 RAGE, so much ANGER in her isolation.

                                “ we...... we can TEAR him apart .... piece by                                  piece..... together ..... “

                                her very solitude has yielded this unprecedented                                 violence -- her bloodlust, her mania, her withering                                 will --- each has been born from years of emotional                                 manipulation and brutal despondency. SORROW                                 is masked well behind so much anger. beneath the                                 weight of her hazy identity, she crumbles.

                                ( please, i do not want to be alone again. )

                                she is no more a distant memory than she is a                                 BITTER reminder. her twisted physiognomy manifests                                 as the face of pure MADNESS, each victim once killed                                 at the MERCY of her blade now hanging from her words                                 like CHAINS, heavy with unspeakable remorse. remains                                 of a human CONSCIENCE still live behind those                                 SADDENED eyes.

                               “ do it, pyrrha, and free yourself of WOE ...... “

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