I AM DEATH

[crystalcurses-deactivated201802]

the woods are lovely, dark and deep // but, i have promises to keep // and miles to go before i sleep

[ofinfernalss]

ok i went ahead and moved her back, find her here: @ofinfernal 

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[ofinfernalss]

i have so much muse, and what accounts to three followers on this blog omg why do people hate female oc’s?

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[ofinfernalss]

do i move zahirith back to her own blog, or do i keep her here on this side blog instead??

[ofinfernalss]

UNKNOWN.

a blast of static racks his skull, bouncing around the confines until it reaches his ears. he curls into himself, never quite used to the low piercing noise. “i don’t remember. don’t know. were they even real?” darren feels sick, on display. he doesn’t know her well enough for this. “i’m freaking out. sorry.”

HER HEAD TILTS to the side in a questioning manner, as if she cannot fully comprehend what he’s doing. perhaps she just hasn’t spent enough time around people, or maybe there was something different about him that she understood on a level the thief was not ready to admit. “take a few breaths, it’s fine.” gaze darts away, allows him moments to compose while her fingers slip to touch the soft blade of discipline. “what did they look like?”

[destroymylife]

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[ofinfernalss]

UNKNOWN.

her voice nearly makes his skeleton jump clean out of his skin. the amount adrenaline coursing through his veins aims only to worsen whatever he’s worked up about. gaunt fingers clutch his sleeves, voice sounding weak. “sorry, okay? but i think —- i think i saw a group of guys. following me. this is safer, yeah?”

FROWN DEEPENS ON her lips, but the thief does not speak for nearly a minute -- instead studying the way he moved and the many expressions that flickered across his features, as if she were fascinated by him. “i suppose it is.” her back straightens, and she hums thoughtfully. “where did you see them last? maybe i can help.”

[theliteraryjournals]

Her smile, I’m sure, burnt Rome to the ground.

Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via theliteraryjournals)

[ofinfernalss]

tag drop no. 2

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tag drop no. 1

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tumblr fucked up my tags so now half of them are all lowercase and half are still in my usual format rip me.

[ofinfernalss]

@warningwail // UNKNOWN.

GAZE LIFTS WITH a swift sharpness, narrowing upon the target in front of her. she’s ITCHING to throw her daggers, hand twitching dramatically near her belt as the person slowly falls from her view. shoulders slump, and she’s about to get up when she spots him. “i thought i told you to not come up here anymore? it’s DANGEROUS.”

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