i'm gonna destroy ideals and reality.

priv. multi muse — by milky.

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infertile centipede eggs

[lannasroleplaymemes]

Send me an emotion and I’ll describe how my Muse expresses it non-verbally.

Indifference Anxiety Frustration Excitement Impatience Boredom Sorrow Confusion Lust Disgust Exhaustion Panic Fright Enthusiasm Mischief …Or any other you can think of!

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towandering:

   ❝… peachy as ever it seems.❞     Annoyance was one thing that often times had trailed about her mind without a way to force the damn things to shut up. As nice as the power is, the blood feels, even how it would make her laugh with sheer ecstasy running throughout her body, she can’t give in. Her mind is meant to be a barrier betwixt herself and those demons just trying their way out to tear asunder her remaining tainted soul.     Bickering, foolish, foolish as ever no less. Her sword has seen more than enough of their ends that she found herself almost wanting to give in more to what desires laid in her to just strike down the goddess.     To be a ruler one must be ruthless, to be a god killer, that’s easy, end them before they grow more powerful.    ❝I could hear your bickering over Vaughn lamenting about his pet.❞      An imbecile who desired her grave after believing such arrogant notions when the empire deserved to burn before her crimson optics with her being the cause of it. They’ll suffer in due time, that is her own promise for the price they forced her to pay and it keeps her going. Right next to wanton slaughter of demon after demon. People included.

     a scoff left from her, low in volume yet still there whilst she withdrew her      hand from the minion’s chest cavity  — swinging her arm to her side,      splatters of blood hitting the floor from such a motion yet the skin still      remained heavily coated in the thick red fluid  — the iron smell from it       was even strong.                          ( they’ll clean up the mess. )         ❛ a great short swordsman && yet he’s ailed by emotions of attachment.                      how revolting.   ❜

       to become attached to what can so easily be stolen from your grasp  —                  foolish. a human flaw indeed.         that was the difference between her && humans.         attachment meant absolutely nothing.         to slay a minion of hers was as easy as exhaling carbon dioxide after        having inhaled.                   ❛  i’m surprised you even bothered to listen to his talk.             if anything, his voice is on par of my minions on a scale of             annoyance.   ❜

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@towandering

irritation wasn’t an uncommon emotion for the woman to feel;  no she felt it on a day to day basis, honestly   —  moreso aimed at her excuses of minions.     ( they were so expendable  — what would killing a few weak ones off do? ) hand barely raised, signaling the bickering among the currently summoned minions to cease.     immediately. 

     the bickering, annoyingly so, continued.        ( one simple task of shutting up and YET    — )                ❛ i demanded silence && yet your brains are incapable of even that    —  ❜         sputters of apologies spilled forth from their frightened mouths ;          to anger her was punishable by death ...                  which one of them were going to die to set an example?

      without any ounce of remorse, her hand found itself buried into one of their chest’s briefly,        before it revealed itself outside of their back. ( it had gone completely through    — !! )          the silence she ordered earlier was delivered    — in fear. 

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∗ ∗  ⧼  @towandering   ⧽

                foreign location yet familiar danger clung to the air.                     ( seems it was spreading far past that of elrios. )

  hands rested on delicately crafted hips as eyes scanned surroundings.      the source was surely around here ⋯ her systems already were ready to be      fully in combat mode at a single threat exposure.         surely the rest of the gang was nearby ⋯ she did feel some form of        friendly aura amongst the suffocating air of threats && death to come.                   ( that didn’t water down the fact she was armed with a rifle                     && finger was on the trigger whilst it was held to her side                       in the loose hold of her other arm. )

[dvoyd]

what doesn’t kill you doesn’t always make you stronger. sometimes it leaves you shattered; broken in a million pieces, and scattered to unforgiving winds in this hurricane of pain that never lets you rest. sometimes it leaves you weaker; hoping for an end that will never come, for a mercy that no amount of prayers can give your dirty, bloodstained soul, because you will never believe you deserve it. sometimes, what doesn’t kill you makes you wish that it did.

when punishment becomes reward | m.a.w (via allthewritethings)

[onceuponamusing]

survival; [ser-vahy-vuh l] noun.

                      1. the act of dying slower                        than those around you.

[steebucks]

You say that I’m a monster; Trust me, I know How do you think I learned to spit my words like poison And rip into my surroundings? I embraced my true self, The demon nature in me, And dedicated myself to learning the art of deceit and trickery and theft I have a great appreciation of destruction and chaos, you see It’s a treat to see this much suffering in the one that sits before me Once called stoic; you’re pathetic Now mewling for mercy from someone so unyielding as I

And all the King’s horses and all the King’s men couldn’t stop hell from coming to them | a.h (via steebucks)