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[letsfuckinanartgallery-deactiva]

Fight because you don’t know how to die quietly. Win because you don’t know how to lose. This king’s ruled long enough—it’s time to tear his castle down.

The King’s Men, Nora Sakavic (via

letsfuckinanartgallery

)

[bangbang-youredead]

[godlybrute-deactivated20161217]

       ❛   don’t  think  you  want  t’  know.   ❜      mar  impurity  /  defaced  in  blighted  purgatory,  crevices  found  in  her  grin.  pitch  to  collapse,  stars-night  in  queens  crown,  vanish  infinite.  spat  venom,  acid  churning  gun-powder  ‘pon  concrete  ;  hate  her,  hate  everything  about  her.  

              sable  /  tenebrous  rose-water–  cataclysmic  meteor,  connection  to  earth,  to  heaven,  to  hell–  hometown.  foreigner  lain  in  gods-wake  (  watch  your  step,  you  can’t  walk  ‘pon  water  as  your  savior  can.  ),  lost  in  unknown  territory.  amused,  picks  teeth  with  tongue,  laps  ‘cross  deaths  pale  smile.

       ❛   but  ruinin’  it  might  be  better.   ❜       casualty  of  childs  play,  foul  aim.  rims  fingers  through  crow-hued  crest,  raw  taction  /  pleasure  of  a  doubt.

                                                         ❛   your  choice.   ❜      

[fkehalos]

          she kind of does and kind of doesn’t . there’s always the probability of the stranger telling her something that she already knows and she stays lost, stays here, probably finds a house of worship and mess with the people there . but there’s also that churning sensation at the bottom of her stomach that makes her queasy .

          artificial being was better off on her own, sitting at home in a state of photosynthesis . now she’s waiting for someone to complain about a lover that never did need her, always found their way somewhere else and came back as if nothing was wrong . then again it was her fault, turning her head when roman faintly smelled like chanel no. 5 .

          angel sits though, rocks back on her heels and nods at the other . `      hit me with your best shot, child .      ❜

[goddessrih]

[godlybrute-deactivated20161217]

       ❛   jus’  leave  her  ?  sweetheart,  i  haven’t  seen  her  in  a  year.   ❜

                     ivory-brawn,  bristles,  grows  feral  /  animalistic,  faceless.  forged  to  forget,  erase  memory–  clean-slate,  no  more.  reaper,  tread  ‘pon  broken  glass  (  a  devils  sovereign–  monarched  hierarchy  ).  does  not  watch  step,  treks  over  ice-slate,  fire  to  meet  gasoline.      ❛   i  couldn’t  give  less  of  a  shit  about  where  th’  fuck  she’s  gone.   ❜ 

                knows  comment,  hears  it,  hates  it–  feels  to  it  aimed  at  her.  perceived  transgression,  mild  disdain–  rises,  fuels  beneath  exterior  ;  cheap  thrill,  avoided  abuse,  esoteric  archaic-  now  sought  to  surface.

                                    ❛    –  might  want  t’  go  find  her  if  i  were  you.   ❜

              peripheral  view,  ambered-gaze  formed  over  gods impurity–  take  in  harmed  saint,  wash-down  grotesque  ululate.       ❛    . .  jus’  sayin’.   ❜

[fkehalos]

          artificial being twists vines between her fingers in hidden distaste for both the woman in front of her and the lover at home . she may not of met up with roman in a year, but she smells like her and it worries her . her cheek twitches as she stresses about the hidden scent, but doesn’t think about it, not now, not with them in front of her . `      i wish i could say th’ same .      ❜

          angel puts her hand to her mouth and nibbles on the vine she made, flinching in the process since it’s basically her skin . her eyes narrow and flit over the area she’s in and she’s lost .  the words on the signs and the graffiti on the walls tell her she’s not anywhere near her home, and it’s odd to think she came here out of nowhere . 

          plant lover turns rigid and goes back to the topic of this conversation : roman fucking vitale . her tongue runs over her inside cheek and she’s honestly afraid to ask what she’s about to ask . she should keep quiet, become ignorant to the thoughts that aren’t of love towards roman . but she asks, and her voice is terse as stems try to stitch her throat closed . 

          `      what’s so urgent that i have to find her ?      ❜ she eyes the other and motioned for her to continue, `      i need somethin’ more than a stranger tellin’ me to find my girlfriend for no reason, especially when i’m somewhere i’ve never been .      ❜

[hellyeahrihannafenty]

[godlybrute-deactivated20161217]

              saccharine  scent,  integration  to  devils  legion.   hatred  of  aroma,  want  to  rid  of  it,  cleanse  from  lucid-skin  ;  she  is  not  your  roman  (  keep  your  hands  aside,  god-sent  impurity  !  ).  wrongful  bay  /  lucifers  caterwaul,  night-shade  dripping,  spilling  amid  alabaster  incisors.  she  is  horrid,  vile  &  atrocious  /  noxious,  cruel  intentions  hiding,  claws  inching  beneath  ironed-brawn.

                                                         ❛   hey– !  ow,  get  th’  fuck  off  of  me  !   ❜

       not  your  baby,  not  your  baby–  sways  in  pitch  veins,  screams  to  hinder  at  back  of  her  throat.  rams  against  (  to  shove  gods  mistake  away  )  /  force  of  nature,  a  leopard  in  humans  skin.       ❛   do  i  fuckin’  look  like  roman  t’  you  ?   ❜

[fkehalos]

          the being jumps back, brows furrowing as she gives the other a closer look . no, not roman, but she smells like her .smells like her like one would after an intimate embrace, smells like someone roman ravaged and kicked out two seconds later . she’s not going to hurt now, since she always knew roman’s been running around and it’s just like her to go somewhere else when angel’s not here . she does get self - conscious, though . tries to hold the glow she gives off, tries to look better because there’s no way roman would upgrade . her fists clench and hide themselves in her sweater’s sleeves . 

          `      fuckin’ bastard ---- ,       ❜ the comment was made towards herself, or maybe more towards roman , but as angel got a good view of the woman she accidentally jumped, her spirits went down . she upgraded all right, hopping from a false being, false divinity who was born from a false womb, and going for someone who’s aphrodite blessed .

           `      no, y’ don’t look like roman, but you smell like ‘er and ‘m sorry .     ❜ her head bows in apology, but her hands stay clenched as vines tie them shut . `      did y’ just leave her ? where is she ?       ❜

[fkehalos]

          false being sniffles, rubs her hands together and blows in the middle of her palms . plants weren’t meant for the cold and it’s only now that she could come out of her home and bloom, in a way . she stretches as her head tilts up to soak up the sun . it was pleasant, a moment of peace in her otherwise chaotic life , and seemed to last forever until she found herself somewhere she didn’t want to be . invisible wings stretch out and flap, a gust of wind coming to blow her hair in her face to which she moves .

          angel is confused, considering her work for the big guy in the sky was done for, forever perhaps, so being transported to a new mission didn’t sound plausible . she shifts in this uncomfortable situation and scans the area with false fear, it’s then that she smells a hint of familiarity, and her panic settles into something sweet . she bounces, makes her way over, and pounces on the person who gives off such a smell . 

                 `      roman ! i’ve missed ya so much .      ❜

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