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LANGUOR DRIPS FROM THRASHING TRESSES and the vile curve of their smile, yet, by miracle alone, they draw themselves to their feet, claret oculars wide and RADIANT beneath a curtain of slate curls. indolent demeanour fading swiftly into the waves that thunder around them, they giggle, leering eyes replaced by gaze almost DOCILE and deathly pallor flushed in rose hues.

( tombstone teeth worry the stygian flesh of their lower lip as they JITTER in the presence of their ambassador – truly, they are ENTHRALLED ! )

‘ … mhehee, look at who’s back … ! ’

#DASHWATCHING;#HELL YEAH SANDILE'S BACK AND IM ALMOST READY TO RETURN BABY

*Puts shoe on your shell* "cool."

“ ... mhehee, stranger, may i ask WHY ? ”

#marcart115 #BEGGARS;#i log on for the first time in ages an it's this #BLESS

miserisms-blog

‘ do you remember that time when everything was beautiful and nothing hurt ? ’

( written by dell. )

#PROMO;#self promo /#whispers lov me

meduesa

moon dust in your lungs stars in your eyes you are a child of the cosmos and ruler of the skies

for em (via gravesradium)

#MUSINGS;#& ALAS IT IS NOT LOVE THAT IS BLIND BUT JEALOUSY;#OTP: BULLY & SIDEKICK;#how sheep feels abt sal tbh

cistro-deactivated20141212

#DEBRIS;#MUSINGS;#@tsuribarbie

"Nice shell. Is it an antique?" I asked out of child like curiosity. who cares if I'm talking to strangers, I'm dead.

rictus inevitably broadens and they reach up to rap bony knuckles against said shell, giggling when their hand comes away bloody and sore. peering down at the youth who ( so boldly ! ) addresses them, they shake their head, grin mildly mocking.

‘ mhehee -- 's MINE, is what it is ... ’

#onlyhanseless #BEGGARS;#hello!

“ mhehee, looks like the rats have finally started jumpin' ship ... ”

#COMMENTARY;#look at all those lost followers. mmm

and it is rage that coils in their belly, hot and sharp, ordinarily far too intense for their liking; yet, as they pace the red sands, they find themselves smiling. pale, bloody, fingers twist and grab at a tattered photograph, and soon it is ripped in two, waterlogged shreds left to drift, aimless, to the seafloor. for a moment they are still, gaze fixed to the image that dissolves into the blood of generations past, and then a high peal of girlish laughter reverberates off the mountains of corpses that surround them -- wraithlike hysterics more suited to nightmares . giggling dully, they press their hands to their cheeks, eyes wide in wonder.

“ so this is jealousy ... ? haa, hurts so GOOD ! ”

#( ah yes bpd feels )

“ gyehe, d'ya think sal can get me a lamborghini if i'm real good ? ”

#v; MODERN #( puts this here b4 i meme off )#( my sheep is basically a middle school white boy: loves cars gore and memes )#( i mean. disregarding my bullshit meta for a moment )

kimpossibooty

#DEBRIS;#[ DREAMING DEAD; ]#paenitetcaetus #literally ryota and sheep tho

wordsnquotes

Light thinks it travels faster than anything, but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it. “

Terry Pratchett (via wordsnquotes)

#MUSINGS;#( HEAR THE PEOPLE SING. );#( i just make up tags on the spot by now eyy )

( demon. ):

“ Yeah, who fuckin’ knows. You are such a killjoy, literally and figuratively. Being dead, but you’re still around, so I wouldn’t know at all. ”

Speaking with the nautilus was a feat within itself. They were unbelievably unpredictable, and the blond could only reply snarkily so many times. But to be confined to a fate such as Sheep’s, he’d never really understand. “ I mean, is there even much you can do in that sea o’ yours ? Everything’s so red. ”

“ killjoy ? mhehee, says you ! ”

with a quirk of the shoulders they hum, countenance of mild amusement rather than the mask of derisive glee that can more commonly be found gracing their features. they've never cared much for demons, never truly managed to grasp how such unfairly arrogant creatures managed to evoke such fear from the mindless swarms that scamper to and fro in the depths of the sea-- truly, it's only by the influence of their ambassador that they speak to him now.

( to be a demon is not to be hateful but to be alive and breathing and filled with RAGE, and the idea is nothing but foreign to them. how many centuries had passed since their heart had ceased its beat ? even the desire to remember has long since left them. )