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┊ paramour , i’m frightening all my love is feral and ┊ ┊ i’ll be roaming through your house don’t let me catch you sleeping┊

darling in my heart ♚ i’m tearing you apart

indie / selective. written by vera & mem.

#bunch of gays.

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Now I don’t believe men are born to be killers I don’t believe this world can’t be saved How did you get here and when did it start An innocent child with a thorn in his heart

#j.t #zesty 2000s.#queued.

vibraea‌:

So he just wants power. That figures. He seems as if he has an agenda too and to meet it he needs to get used to this arm of his. Who was this person or… thing he was looking for anyway? ❝ It is an impressive arm though. What’s it made out o–? ❞ Oh- he changed the subject. Hmm.

❝ Me? I guess you could say it’s the former. Your arm kind of stood out too so I thought I’d team up with you for a couple of rounds of taking these guys out. ❞ And she won’t be spilling her guts to someone so easily. ❝ Didn’t think you were the kind of guy to care about others around you. I stand corrected. ❞

thrill of battle, banter, illegal activities--it’s normal here. he aimlessly nods at the jest, instilling the whistle of demons manifesting their shrieking mouths, feeble limbs, the smell of human blood hasn’t glittered away.

seriously?

❛ ah man. i’m lovin’ that preemptive attitude of judgin’ my character. what if i’m actually a meat popsicle? a demon with bat wings? ❜ he leaves an airy gesture with the coining of his fingers in an wicked fashion. ❛ i could be the very thing you’re huntin’ and you wouldn’t know it. ❜

fuck the demons he has a statement to make.

❛ how sweet---you gonna do somethin’ to prove the former or keep your hands on your hips? ❜

#in.#vibraea #why it goes like this

vitxale‌:

➞【♄】Virid orbs rolled at the words, deciding to lean against the wall in favor of not pushing his legs further. This was neither the first nor the last time that Nero had headed before the dawn rose.

Pushing away from the wall, he sat himself down at one of the tables, chin resting in hand as stare locked onto hunter. ❝ Providing everyone that I do care about with food does not make it my job. However, before you head out, at least allow me to make you something. ❞

While Nero could very much grate on the nerves, V never saw him less than a friend. Being the second person V could call a friend, it was granted that the spellcaster would care for him. In the same way that he cares for Dante and Griffon.

he recedes likeness to a wave ebbing along the shore; who is he to decline the offer of food that isn’t made by himself? tongue collects to the side of his cheek, momentarily contemplative to the whole ordeal. can’t be that bad.

❛ alright you convinced me. what’s on the menu? ❜ he gestures a single hand, rooting himself in the studios makeshift chair. the households kitchen isn’t huge but relative enough to work in--the ladies don’t seem to have an issue with it.

#in.#vitxale #i can't wait for an omelet.

scavengememes

the grisha trilogy sentences, pt 3 (ruin & rising).

“i am not ruined. i am ruination.”

“i will strip away all that you know, all that you love, until you have no shelter but mine.”

“beauty was your armor. fragile stuff, all show. but what’s inside you? that’s steel. it’s brave and unbreakable. and it doesn’t need fixing.”

“you might make me a better man.”

“you might make me a monster.”

“why waste my anger on you when the fault is mine? i should have anticipated another betrayal from you.”

“i wanted to see you.”

“there are two thrones on that dais. you could see me any time you liked.”

“i hope you weren’t looking to me to be the voice of reason. i keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret.”

“not bad looking? he’s damnably handsome.”

“i thought your hobby was preening.”

“don’t let me be alone.”

“despise your heart.”

“i have no heart.”

“in the end, maybe love just meant longing for something impossibly bright and forever out of reach.“

“it’s true. you are stronger, wiser, infinite in experience… but i am an apt pupil.”

“it’s a vow that if i can’t be anything else to you, at least i can be a weapon in your hand.”

“you’re all i’ve ever wanted. you are the whole of my heart.”

“are you going to make a habit of winning arguments? it’s very unbecoming.”

“i had a taste for you, once.”

“you were meant for more than me, and i’ll die fighting to give it to you. but please don’t ask me to pretend it’s easy.”

“it gets dark when i say it does.”

“no matter who or what i was, i would’ve been yours.”

“we all die. not everyone dies for a reason.”

“want to know my secret? i have a lot of money.”

“i’ll be back to fetch you for dinner, but should you grow restless, do feel free to run screaming from the room or take a dagger to her. whatever seems most fitting at the time.”

“for all my talk of vows and honor, what i really want is to put you up against that wall and kiss you until you forget you ever knew another man’s name.”

“you live in a single moment. i live in a thousand.”

“he’s kind when he might have been cruel. it’s refreshing.”

“oh, a dark lake full of something shiny. let me put my hand into it.”

“that fact is well established and adds nothing to the plot.”

“i wanted him to be hard, to be strong. i taught him the lesson my mother and father taught me: to rely on no one. that love – fragile and fickle and raw – was nothing compared to power. he was a brilliant boy. he learned too well.”

“claimed me? like a peninsula?”

“let me. it isn’t real. let me.”

“i’m used to being the center of attention wherever i go. i’ve been told I could charm the shoes off a racehorse midstride, and yet you seem impervious.”

“i make it a policy to never seduce anyone prettier than i am.”

“i wasn’t afraid of you. i was afraid of losing you.”

“you move forward, and when you falter, you get up. and when you can’t, you let us carry you. you let me carry you.”

“you were supposed to be my balance.”

“what if instead of stopping you, i’m just another avalanche?”

#in.#lanky prompts for anyone else!!#gonna work on drafts now

venseance‌:

V.

quiet as a breath & as thin, one rises from their crouch at bed’s side. griffon is a wraith of feathers dark in silvery outline, perched upon the windowsill through which one crept - keeping watch.

… hm. so this is another descendant of- time’s wasting.

“ nero. ” hush, hush, lest nurses catch wind of this, “ nero. ” oh, well then. steel hisses through one’s palm / slides up toward– –a firm tap of cane to skull. “ awaken. ”

muddled is the sensation of awareness; unlively is the bleakness and blackness behind the eyelids. nullity of his person numbing, pins and needles align his right side. muddled is the sensation in this silent momentum; he recollects blood, yelling, the adrenaline and urgency before blacking out-- inevitably fractured and suddenly hurts--

❛ ---Ow! ❜

rapid blinking, a sunken conscious flashes, his vision rectifies sullenly and solely upon another figure; brows line preemptively aggressive as it registers in this reality; voice hoarse and low. the shallow simmering surprise he is still in this human world alive.

❛ Who the ever-loving-fuck are you? ❜

#in.#venseance #v: THUMP. WAKE UP BITCH.#nero: gOFKING WHAT

vibraea‌:

❝ Do you always have to make some smart-aleck quip when you’re fighting an opponent? Or is that just something you have to do? A habit? ❞

a brief moment of aghast paints his expression.

❛ are you trait-listing me? listen, it comes with the self care package. ❜

#in.#vibraea #um excuse me...let me be an asshole thanks.

write me starters you cowards

#IM GOING TO SLEEP for work later #when i finally get home im off. so imma jerk drafts and starters once again.#just saying 👀👀👀

“not bad looking? he’s damnably handsome.”

a cleanly pat against his pants---this neck of trail questionable from the infestation of lingering demons. the buildings leave a dusty wake, crippling and wailing walls, out of the style drapes and twined hotel carpets. the clank of his sword and the shifting of an metallic arm. a sigh leaves his diaphragm before aligning his posture.

❛ geez you can’t help but have me hear in on your confessions, huh? ❜

#in.#vibraea #gemi: hes cute.#nero: pls focus smh

soulvengeance-blog

' Hey Lady, got any weird stories I could use as blackmail for Dante? '

“OF COURSE I DO,” LADY SAYS, the smug lines of her lips heady with the confidence of it, teasing and honest all at once. a few decades with the man and she was a plethora of stories, some ridiculously convoluted, some simple, like ripped off pages of a journal trying to be pieced back together. you could say most of the material came from dante being a chaotic dumbass; you could also say the fault was in her constant returning, hand on her hip and lips already heavy and full with a demand, but most of it returned to one thing. ( a life spent perilously next to someone else. )

BUT NERO, BLACKMAILING DANTE? dante must’ve pissed him off — wouldn’t be the first time — certainly wouldn’t be the last time.

CROSSING HER ARMS, LADY offers nothing but smooth nonchalance. “ but hang around that big oaf enough, and I’m sure you’ll find he’s never short of material. it’s no wonder he can’t pay any of his bills. ” he was as simultaneously expectantly useless as he was surprisingly useless — but to say she wouldn’t end up relying on him time again and again would be a lie, all knotted inside her, so she lets the thought stay. “ besides, why would I tell you my best stories for free? ” her head hangs to the side, gaze cat-like, pleased from its high perch. “ unless you plan on being indebted to me, nero. ”

WOULD BE A DANGEROUS DEBT TO HAVE.

#in.#soulvengeance #lady: lmao yeah bitch pay for these products #nero: i'll consider it.#KJSAKDSKJD #lady is the main hoarder of the gossip

“i hope you weren’t looking to me to be the voice of reason. i keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret.”

his saunter comes to an incredulous pause, boots scrape against the gravel to carrying an indignant look over his shoulder. unbelievable this is happening, isn’t it?

❛ was that an attempt at a joke? is it possible you do have a funny bone in your body after all? it’s a miracle—here I thought I was the only delinquent working today ❜

#in.#vitxale #V: makes a joke.#nero: surprised pikachu face

one arm buddies!!

❛ what a relief knowin’ someone else s’gotta learn to wipe their ass with their opposite hand too. ❜ a snicker lines his lips; endorsing their moment with a wiggle of his bionic fingers.

#in.#i'll make you regret one arm buddy time kajdkasj #what's buddies then a grand moment of talking about bowel movements. c'mon.#yaxg

“it’s true. you are stronger, wiser, infinite in experience… but i am an apt pupil.”

teacher material? hardly--his ventures have been its own learning experience. through extravagant provocation and getting his own posterior handed to him. sword, gun, demons--blood, rituals, all of it relishes no rubric to getting stronger than to known defeat and acknowledge what’s next in improving. be a sullen bitch or dish out some punches.

❛ so you’re eager to prove yourself. can’t wait to see you bust your ass. ❜ sword cants along his shoulder blades. ❛ after you, apt pupil. ❜

#in.#asdjaskj golden moments i'll bring the camera.#vibraea

when V talks to nero about anything and it dips into him just reciting poetry you can see the lost look in neros eyeballs he’s losing his fucking mind just speak young punk please

#what is even the school system in fortuna did he learn anything useful aside from being overly emotional.