OLDER THAN BRAVERY

-- Personification of Fear

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lays on the blog. mine now.

Damn. Sorry folks looks like this blog belongs to Cas.

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To do list

Remake theme Rewrite about page More icons Promo maybe

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Who said I had to be pure to be divine?

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@distcrtions​.

        Copper on the air. The S T E N C H of ichor flooded its tongue,       sickly sweet. Festering in the air, it threatened to amalgamate                   and BURST in the intestines of its willing host.            The smell of death always attracted scavengers.

                 Fear did not appear. It was always there.                           Lips pulled back in a sneer,                          ❝ You are not looking ... WELL. ❞                    This is what happened to those that strove for godhood.         Cyrus bit off more than he could chew. There was no stomaching             what the man had swallowed. Fear planned to RIP OPEN his belly                  and taste celestial flesh. Molten blood pumped                              through those paper veins. He would burn.     It was an opportunity too perfect to ignore. All Cyrus had to do was die.                  Fear could wait. It had waited longer before.        A fledgling god was a d e l i c a c y worth waiting millennia for.              It had waited longer for saccharine humanity to flood                    over its gullet. It had tasted the MANY flavors.                                    It craved something new.                 Maybe Cyrus could have found godhood within reach,         if he had only been less ambitious. Fear had never attained that status.                  Demon whispered on heavenly tongue. It had limitations,                        petty things that kept it c h a i n e d to a status. Still,             it had accrued power over time. It sat fat on a heap of potential.             Cyrus could have done the same. Taken his time. But no,                                greedy, he had drank from the goblet.                                         He had bitten into forbidden fruit.                          Jet claws shifted invisible under human guise,            another form beneath faked flesh. Its true self was lain bare                    before Cyrus if he only chose to see it.             A thousand eyes all around him, teeth gnashing.            THERE WAS NOWHERE WITHOUT FEAR.

The scales were GONE from Cyrus’s eyes,                               

                                                                                        and he could see clearly.

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Nina LaCour, Hold Still

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Fear leads to unstable decisions

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; munday

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name: Magpie | Mag | Dad birthday: May 11 gender: What’s that? (He/she) orientation: Demi age: 18

favorite soda: Pepsi favorite candy: Swedish fish favorite pizza: Plain cheese favorite salad dressing: Honey mayonnaise favorite meal: Pad thai

best memory: Uuuuuhhhh best friend: Conno best relative: Either my Aunt Joni or my older sis best pet: My current dog, Ziggy best celebrity: I appreciate Edgar Wright

one random fact about you: I can unicycle. one random fact about your day: I presented 3 watercolor pieces for a grade today. The theme of them was indigenous Native American mythology. one random fact about your job/school: My college had a whopping 98% employment rate with the last graduate class. one random fact about your favorite tv show: Over the Garden Wall was the first miniseries on Cartoon Network. one random fact you wish was a fact but it isn’t: i wish i had a lot of money.

Tag five people: I’m an inactive blog wHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME @distcrtions​

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@buerthrxsher stepped into the shadows.

                                         ❝ Carol...  ❞      Fingers outstretched, thumb brushing aside her hair,         palm settled upon her cheek. It was not afraidof her -    nor did it find her apalling. (Monsters fathered monsters.)             Humanity was a  c h i l d  to it, fumbling for direction,                  and here it was to guide them. A shepard did not desert    even the MOST lost of sheep. But the motions were practiced --         puppet strings carrying that touch, thousands of years playing man               dulled any affections. There was none to be found here.       There was no warmth - not even from its body. It was visible -            not there, a fallacy of self fabricated by a master craftsman.                         ❝ Why do you HIDE your pretty face? ❞

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@pinkhairedbadass​ entered the shadows.

                Dull recognition CLAWED its fingers         over conscious realization. What was this?             That slight of the unknown bared its teeth,          a hiss fogging the room -- beneath a breath. SILENT.       Leaning towards her, eyes narrowedbeneath lenses,                 scrutinizing her from across the room.                It stalked towards her, a  l i t h e   hunter.             A smile flitting over its lips. Maybe proximity           would help with what focus could not -- knowledge.

                                       ❝  Hello there. ❞

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Yo kiddos give this shit a like if you want a starter.

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People should send me urls of other personification. 

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Fear is hungry. Acts 4x more malicious than usual.

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@piiiety​ entered the shadows.

          Fear’s teeth clicked together,               rolling its head on its shoulders.                  The movements were practiced --                     unnatural in their fluidity. It was a guise                maintained through the ages. It was an illusion.            Nothing more.  Born to ease mortal suspicions,    yet it did not drop the disguise in the presence of this one.                        Devotion was like a CHILD to it.                      No longer a toddler left to breath in naivety,            the awful truth of the world collapsed upon unready shoulders               and trembling, Devotion pretended not to know better.                 So many h o r r o r s lurked hidden in his chest.           Fear could not wait to gut them from this youth                                  and hold them in its claws.                Extending upwards towards him, browns rose.             The mask shifted into a form of pity,         all directed at the newcomer. Once human,             now something entirely something new.                        Fear had NO disillusion.                  There was no heart to claim as its own. But--                      there was semblance of one.            A ghost of mortality hung on Devotion’s shoulders.                                        And that was all Fear needed.

              ❝ Poor creature. You’ve lived through so much. Lost your humanity...❞

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AHAHAHA what am I doing here like this for a starter while I deeply consider making a new theme hhhhh

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@notimminent entered the shadows.

                        ❝ Fragile little thing... You shouldn’t go looking for that                          which will d e v o u r you. ❞ Its chin lifted, pupils set                          downwards beneath inky lenses. Nostrils flared with                          parted lips, tasting for flesh from afar. It hungered.                          Invisible eyes all fixed upon the girl, a presence much                          greater than her own hung thick in the air - suffocating.                                               ❝ Well, come here so I can LOOK at you.❞

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AHAHAHA what am I doing here like this for a starter while I deeply consider making a new theme hhhhh