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HOW’S IT FEEL TO BE HOME? / YOU’VE BEEN HERE BEFORE, BUT DO YOU REMEMBER HOW TO LEAVE?

#ok. cats outta the bag. this is me.#i changed my name like twice on several accounts for personal reasons but my real name is leo and now i'm just going with that #anyway. i'm here right now (as well as some other ocs) but y'know how it is. gonna hop around when i feel like it #i do miss alzbet sometimes #but also. hi. if you're still here. wow. thanks.#* ( 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐄 ／ ooc . )

knock knock its the police (2)

plus this one which is cool

#* ( 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐄 ／ ooc . )#i made ankous so heres some more alz. though this is really for my own entertainment lol #one day i'll write

dacnophilous

maniaphilous‌:

dacnophilous replied to your post “hm”

eat shit

why are you so mean to me :(

#im gonna have an aneurysm

knock knock its the police

#* ( 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐄 ／ ooc . )#picrew had me by the neck last night #also uh. i should start things up here again #if dru is on ludo then by law i have to be on alz

dacnophilous replied to your post “hm”

eat shit

why are you so mean to me :(

#dacnophilous #* ( 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐄 ／ ooc . )#do we need to see a marriage counselor

roethull replied to your post: hm

my friend :)

#roethull #that's me :)#* ( 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐄 ／ ooc . )

hm

#* ( 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐄 ／ ooc . )

dacnophilous‌.

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙲𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙽𝙰𝙸𝙻𝚂 . she grips the armrest with blood , with ferocity . how her fingers ache , how they dig deeper into the chair as it begins to splinter , as she begins to smile . it is so hard to stay still . so hard to sit pretty when he is right across from her . it would be so easy to lunge at that open throat , pretending to play human still . she’s so tired of waiting . “ how could i ? ” that snarl spreads , brews from her throat and sinks into her tongue , all languid and hateful . but she is careful , she keeps still upon that awful chair , she makes sure that it doesn ’ t break yet . patience , always patience . it is how she killed him the last time . it is how she will do it again . “ you were always so boring , lover . play nice , play human , play friends . you could have tied the rope tighter instead . ” the chair creaks , sneers against the hungering weight of her violence , wood curling outward as she scratches and scratches , as fingers snare deeper than they should have . “ you and your game . your uniform , your cuffs , your shiny little medals . but so gently , you pushed me up against our walls . even that soft neighbor of ours worried for us , adrika . at least she knew how to wrap her hands around my throat . ” laughter , it always spills as laughter . eyes glint against the slow rising sun , these early hours of the morning . him , her , this rope , this dress . she loves this . more than he knows , more than he thinks . “ what have you learned , alžbět ? i wonder if you still make them look at you when you finally finish squirming inside of them . ”

𝑨𝑳𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑨𝑵 𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑽𝑶𝑳𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶 ， erupting , exploding , boiling over onto the green earth , melting everything down and tearing it asunder until there is no more . composure is so hard to keep when she is only inches away , when she’s right there , words loud enough to hear , sneer curling farther , uglier than she has ever been and as close as he needs . a fist goes right through the table with an ear splitting crack . wood chips and flies , splinters sticking into his skin . he could do it again ; he could smash the rest of the table against her face , watch it crash along her skin and send her careening through the room , could take the pieces laying along the floor and plunge them into her stomach , mahogany stained with her . but he stops . he releases his fist , closes his eyes , breathes . not yet . the time bomb keeps ticking . just a little bit more before he lets it blow . 〝 adrika? 〞 tick , tock , tick , tock . 〝 it’s all a shame . if only i’d known —— i could’ve done better . 〞 sarcasm and honey wrapped in one . he plucks the splinters from his knuckles one by one , tossing them toward her like scraps to a hungry dog , his eyes low and dark in the shadows , light shying away from him . 〝 it’s all too boring , now . they’re too afraid , too weak . they simply cannot take me , can’t stay long enough . not like you . 〞 tick , tock , tick , tock . set it off now or forever hold your peace . 〝 but i don’t need anymore of it . no more of these mind numbing boys and girls . i don’t need anything at all . not while i have you . 〞 the table goes across the room with a sudden thud as he kicks it away , space between them open and ready to be filled . morning continues to creep inward and he shines against it . let’s keep this red dawn forever , just for me and you . 〝 we can always start again . we always do . 〞

#dacnophilous #* ( 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 : 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 ／ end . )#nsfwish text #listen. you sealed the deal when u made these two with me. we live in hell now.#alzbet just lacks the spice #unseasoned chicken man #human life got to him and now he can never go back

hongyan·.

“ ——— YOU LOOK TALLER . Ah , I’m impressed you have time to find a cobbler to make such shoes at this hour … for such a little matter . The blood won’t reach your feet either . ”

@maniaphilous / dialogue starter

〝 𝑫𝑶 𝑰 ， 𝑵𝑶𝑾 ？ —— hah ! how funny of you . shouldn’t this be normal ? men like you and i should always present themselves in a fine way . or perhaps it’s too much against you ? you know i’ve never meant any harm . 〞

#hongyan #* ( 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 : 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋 ／ middle . )#wrong! it's me :)#honyan: you're tall #alz: yeah? how do i look? do i look good?

violentwavesofemotion-deactivat

Share blood and roses and wine,

Chelsea Wolfe, from Mistake In Parting; “Dreamer,” released c. 2006 (via violentwavesofemotion)

#* ( 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒 ／ him . )

maniaphilous

like this post to die instantly.

#starter/plot call i stupidly posted at like 2 am last night.#i will either make something up that could be very serious or very stupid. or i'll approach for plotting.

〝 𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑼𝑻 𝑼𝑷 ？〞 on and on and on . seconds to minutes to hours of her incessant yapping , everything coming out of her mouth more vulgar and irritating than the next . a never ending show just to rile him up . he grows tired of looking at her : arms and ankles bound to the chair , legs spread wide in her once beautiful wedding dress now sullied and torn , head held back lazily and eyes peering at him so comfortably , pleased with herself at every moment . bile dares to rear its head in his throat , but instead he leans back and relaxes , inhaling deeply and letting out a soft sigh , arms folding in front of him and legs crossing . 〝 i thought we could be friends again , have a nice time together , 〞 he says , sarcasm blatant and overdone , hand gesturing toward the table between them . there’s nothing much to show but a potted cactus sitting in the very center , but she knows . they both do . 〝 and yet you’re so selfish . so mean . whatever happened to you , darling ? syphilis getting to your brain ? i can’t imagine what it must be like . 〞

—— @dacnophilous ♡ ‘d

#dacnophilous #* ( 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 : 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 ／ end . )#ludo: haha i have more sex than you.#alz on the other side arms folded and pouting: shut up.

〝 𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑴𝑬𝑫 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀 𝑴𝑬 ， but our children as well ... 〞 so sorrowfully does he speak , wrapped in terrible memories and what lingers after , standing before him now downtrodden and lacking faith . he is so good at this , this facet of humanity , the tears and their effects of empathy in the weakest creatures . vulnerability is like a switch , a plight for this ever shining knight and his far too tender heart . it’s easy —— perhaps too easy , but he takes it in stride , drags it on until it can stretch no farther . how long will he last in the dark ? 〝 took their lives without a care . who could do such a thing ? my children ... 〞 he chokes , fist clenched at his side . the mere mention brings back a form of rage misplaced , an anger towards her and towards them . she finds satisfaction and he feels jealousy , displeased with himself and his own restraint . if only he took what was right before him first . if only he was not so foolish in his own dreams . 〝 ... my children didn’t deserve to die . i do this for them before i do it for me . 〞

—— @roethull ♡ ‘d

#roethull #* ( 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 : 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 ／ end . )#missed you buddy :) let's continue hunting my wife for the good of the lord.

like this post to die instantly.

#* ( 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐄 ／ ooc . )#that's right folks. this is a starter call. or plot call. i'm throwing the dice into the sky at this point.#truth is i'm terrible at. talking. but i'd really. really love to have things going over here.#in a good rp mood and i'm trying to take advantage of it.#anyway uh.#my name's sayla and you're watching disney channel. *carves mickey mouse ears onto alzbet's face*#i don't help myself very much posting things at odd times but oh well.

roethull‌:

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welcome back, my best dude who is sincere and would never deceive me :)

glad to be back with my good ol’ pal, sir gawain, my greatest friend who never doubts me and knows i’m a great person with only the best intentions :)

#roethull #:) as you should :)

dacnophilous

this scene from annihilation ( best to watch the movie till the end 10/10 ) is probably the closest thing to how ludo ( & alz ) legitimately acts / acted in the birth of their being when coming in contact with humans and all their actions and everything they do is legit mimicry but not an exact copy / reflection , just doing enough to pass as human but not quite

#* ( 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 ／ meta . )

dare i say i miss alz?

#* ( 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐄 ／ ooc . )#i'm killing myself with the amount of blogs i'm trying to control but. alz.#the only reason i haven't been here is because i was trying to finish creating all his story verses but. they haven't been made.#dru knows what she's doing and i do not unfortunately.#he'll make a comeback here. he always does.

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