Royal Deceit

Welcome to the official Tumblr page of Royal Deceit. We are a large, multi-para to novella writing community based out of roleplayer.me and this is what life is like in the middle of a turf war between competing criminal empires. You are welcome to choose your side (or don't), but if you're going to die, we'll have to ask you to do it somewhere you won't get blood on the carpet. ---------- PROFILE ♛ MSG ♛ BLGS

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A woman like her will only ever submit to the vices that hold her soul captive.

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– I can see your blood flow and I can feel your hurt now. Did you think I’d let you be alone? Let me be the salt in your wounds, clean you from the inside. I’ll untie you, from the strings caught in your wings and I’ll try to fill in the gaps, all of the cracks they left behind. Lift up your arms, you are home. I know you’re hurt but you can’t do this on your own.

Aesthetic vibes for Ophelia and Kennedy.

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Soft hymn of a sirens song escaping nefarious lips; angel of death. Branding iron against his back, composing sheet music of a story not fully concluded. There's flesh under her fingernails and it belongs to him. Melody piece defying gravity, leading back to her each time. When he returns, a kiss from heaven shall be placed against his ear, barefaced devil spilling words coated with poison. She asks: "Did you cut your hands on me? Are my edges sharp?"

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Latrodectus Hesperus capturing her prey, spinning a web of lies and lacing silk with venomous poison, inflicting a slow excruciating death upon those who dared to cross her. She is sinister, ruthless and above all -- unhinged at the seams. From an early age, she failed to comprehend sympathy towards others, falling in love with the concept of sadism instead. Picking the meek from the crop, turning them into weapons, toys and incarnated dollar signs; ladies of the night.

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Words like venom, you'll soon find yourself buried six feet under, drowning. Not even the holiest of gods can save you from the fury and the wrath you'll find yourself victim to. The siren has come again, calling all to those who fall to the song. So get on your knees and pray, count your blessings, and hope for the best.

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But when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is no God worth worrying about.