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i'm not coming back if i ever do, it won't be here

[cfmusings-blog]

                    will    y o u   s t i l l                       Ꮋ  Օ  Ꮮ  Ꭰ     Ꮇ  Ꭼ                     when you see what                     ɪ     ʜ ᴀ ᴠ ᴇ     ᴅᴏɴᴇ?

                                                                             will    y o u    still                                                                             ｋ ｉ ｓ ｓ     ｍｅ                                                                              the   same  when                                                                              you  t a s t e   my                                                                              VICTIM’S  BLOOD?

[maenadist]

fraegdulfr replied to your post

i MEAN TECHNICALLY IT’S HIS OWN BLOOD BUT WE’RE IGNORING THAT FACT

she don’t even care whose blood it is. some random person, yours, hers, BABE IT DON’T MATTER

[maenadist]

Larx @ Fenrir rn

‘well hello sailor~’

[miserios-blog]

The first thing I do when I enter a room is figure out how to kill everyone in it.

[cfmusings-blog]

ι’d raтнer мy нearт ѕтop тнan ѕĸιp a вeaт вecaυѕe ι'м noт one ғor ғeelιng weaĸ

[cfmusings-blog]

Let’s cause a little trouble. Oh, you make me feel so weak. I bet you kiss your knuckles. Right before they touch my cheek.

I think we just need to fuck it out.

[harrypotterhousequotes]

[retribuxion]

      The both of them were horrible. Different environments molded their loud and quiet rages respectively. Neither of them could sit still when schemes needed to be made, or blood needed to be shed. Peace like this, staying with Larxene, seemed unusual. Zoe found she didn’t need to peruse the library in her mind for a new plan. She could retire to a corner, relax, and hope the peace lasted.

      Relax was too strong of a word. No, she still found a book to read, one of possibilities. Had they become a team in Oblivion, Marluxia would have died instead of the two of them–and Axel would have as well. Then, perhaps the two of them would have unraveled the secrets of the Organization, and run away before becoming puppets–vessels to a larger cause.

      It would have been nice.

     “You are,” she replied, one hand still going through soft locks of blond hair, “But I like to think I’m equally such.”

[maenadist]

Unusual indeed for the Nymph was practically never seen in a relaxed state. When at rest, the twitching in her hand, eye, lips would show her constant agitation. A readiness to spring into action at any given moment. Ready to tear apart whatever crossed her path. It is foolish to allow her guard to drop such as this, however for the time being she knew Zoe was not an active threat. This was after all, a two way street. That and it takes all of two seconds for her to drive a knife into her companion if need be. The idea that a single event in their lives could alter their stories so drastically amused her. If such and such had not happened then they would not be in this mess. If Larxene had perhaps not had the parents she did, she would not be this way. Ah, but then perhaps they never would have met. Perhaps life would be far more dull. You had to take the bad with the good. It’s what makes them what they are, in this present moment. Another hum echoed but the blonde remained otherwise silent. Daring not to grace that with an answer for concern that this moment would be ruined. Rather she turned and placed a soft kiss just below the other woman’s earlobe.

[maenadist]

dominimortem replied to your post

It could be worse – would you rather have a coffee-blooded seraph on your hands?

yes because said seraph won’t be preaching love and shit to me

[maenadist]

papilia replied to your post

But consider this: its still a goddess

aqua how about you take her off my hands and see how you like being stalked by that nutjob

[maenadist]

when some whack goddess won’t leave u alone

[thislovelylady]

“Then I worry for those around you when you are,” her tone of concern only continued. “I am a deity. Despite my physical form, I cannot be killed – nor do I feel pain. So you’ll only grow more frustrated the more you to hurt me, I’m afraid.”

She folded her arms, head tilted, “I want to help you. I don’t know how many times someone has said that to you and have been able to do so, but I want to try. It is what deities are meant to do, whether you believe in them or not.”

[maenadist]

Goddess. Being immortal is so terribly rude. To deny the gift of inflicting death on another was just so very, very rude. Had she not seen it with her own eyes, she may have attempted to inflict a second wound. The idea that it was pointless quickly settles in and is replaced with the idea that she should merely leave before embarrassing herself further.

“Asshole.” Was all she could manage to say. Not even pain. Then what’s the point? Why does she exist? Isn’t life terribly boring and arduous? Pain serves more of a function then most thought. That was however, musing for another day. When she wasn’t irritated at this ranting idiot of a deity. “Well if you really want to help, you could fuck off and die- Oops, guess you can’t. Take your nonsense elsewhere.”

[insidesketches-deactivated20170]

From here. 

@maenadist

Inside the castle’s walls, came reminders that just had every intention in reminding her of her wrongdoings. Some were…far more hostile than others. Hurtful, even, but she felt like they were allowed that much.

In the picture that she painted for those here, false, but pretty to look at, she saw more and more clearly how wrong this really was. When it came to things thrown her way, she hung her head and didn’t bother to speak or hide the guilt she carried with it. It was written all over her face – but this wasn’t about her. Just ever so slightly, she lifted her head up. Truly saddened for the boy she wrongfully manipulated, she speaks her mind in a quiet tone,  

“He…shouldn’t be even here. He has a home, and this isn’t it.”

[maenadist]

It’s hilarious really. That she hasn’t learned of her place. Far be it from her to gently remind her or miss the opportunity to show where she belongs. Unfortunately the message must be stifled for the sake of the larger scheme working and to avoid earning the ire of her ‘co-worker’. Something the Witch should be thankful for. If not for him, she would not exist beyond a red stain on the floor. It’s hardly an act of defiance, when she dares look up to above knee height and speaks. Quiet as the castle is for the time being, a whisper can not go unnoticed. A spark of morals appearing is a problem. For one, thinking she is allowed to have them is enough in itself. She’s just a tool to be used and then discarded. How has that not yet gone through that petite skull of hers? A petite skull that she eagerly wished to crack across the pavement.

A heavy sigh, as if this harms her as much as it would the girl, she wastes no time in closing the distance between them and using a single finger to lift the Witch’s head enough so that they would have to see eye to eye in the physical sense. “That is none of your concern Witch. Just do as your told. Or must I remind you how important it is to follow orders?” Oh please let me have to remind you.

[mercedesbenzodiazepine]

I’m too fucking pretty for like…everything really

[earthdad]

someone: why did you murder those innocent people?

me: I Love To Have Fun

[maenadist]

friend: are u a big spoon or a little spoon?

me: im a knife