Corruption's Taint

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[hitouka]

“It’s alright, Nezumi… don’t cry. I get it.”

[shizukku]

[beam-me-up-broadway-blog]

Doctor Who 9.05/2.04: The Doctor on Immortality

[saintdri]

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He thought he saw something

[shroudedshadow]

The fledgling dashed through the woods, weaving through and over the branches and creaks that marred the land. His form a mere blur as he zipped past rotting pine trees and under the snapped branches left by the one he now pursued. The closer her drew to the fellow ‘deity’ the more things blurred around him; colors, tones, and shades all meshing together into a beautiful cascade of scenery as he sped toward his target. Inevitably coming upon the very female that carried the lingering sent of his mother; telltale lavender, sweet and intoxicating.

“The scent you carry warrant’s explanation, especially in ‘this’ domain.”

A dangerous, foreboding, even deathlike miasma emanated from the fledgling at the ushering of his statement. His shimmering cyan orbs fixated on the deity whom so brazenly carried the scent of his mother; of his sister’s household.  

[shroudedshadow]

lunaciies:

         “ You sound sure of yourself. There’s more to our fair city of la Roma than the widespread influence of Christianity… for example, have you ever had proper Italian gelato? Something tells me that you haven’t. ”

The sun shimmered above like a polished shield, as if vainly attempting to blind his seraphs of his misdemeanors. Yet, no one came to intervene in what typically devolved into miscreant activities- begging the question; what did they see in her? A question that left the fledgling god in such musing that he could merely shrug when posed with her question.

         “You’ve no idea the delicacies I’ve tasted here.”  

[xmusiings]

Don’t go searching for solace 

                              For you cannot be s a v e d

[dragonroleplaystarters]

Demon & Angel Starters

“We can’t be together, you know this.” 

“It isn’t safe here, anymore. They’ve put traps on earth for us.” 

“Is the little angel afraid of sinning?” 

“Do I frighten you?” 

“The runes signify how powerful a being is.” 

“Stay still, it’d be a shame if these pretty wings were broken.” 

“Stay away from me, monster!” 

“You’re just like the rest of them, cruel and barbaric.” 

“Humans are not pets for you to do what you please with!” 

“You reek of innocence.” 

“I’d like to break you of that purity you all hold so dear.” 

“You think you can kill me?” 

“Don’t be afraid, I’m not here to hurt you.” 

“Why do you have to be all bright and fancy?” 

“Oh, little angel. You have no idea what you’re up against.” 

“What are you?” 

[mangableed]

Mahou Tsukai no Yome by Yamazaki Kore

[leave-me-colourless]

[haaahx-blog]

[lunaciies-archived]

@shroudedshadow ♥’d

           The acrid taste of blood still lingered heavily on his tongue, using the unsullied length of his sleeve to wipe away what little remained off his lips with his other arm hoisting a freshly decimated corpse over the sea-cliffs, as he stood there unwavering at the precipice and watched it fall and break into pieces along the rocky shoreline below. Not far from where they had their family stationed in a secret castle, a fortification set aside for royalty in times of imminent crisis, an assassin had been lurking in the dark of a nearby grove, perhaps hoping to launch an attack on the most vulnerable members of their household as a means of leverage for the war. He for one hadn’t bothered to ask them for the details of their assignment, as he already had a relative idea of who it was that sent them to go and cause havoc in the wolf’s den… so he quickly disposed of them before ever stepping foot inside, although thoroughly ruining a good portion of his clothes in the process.

          The demon tore off his coat in due haste as he hailed himself into the interior, slinging its weight over his shoulder and glancing attentively from room to room, surveying for any living sign of his brother-in-law wandering about the halls. He had wanted to see his son and daughter during his return visit between replenishing what supplies they had left in their stores, but not before having a stern word with their appointed guardian.

[shroudedshadow]

Hair, the color of uncultivated ebony, fell like midnight rain over his fair features. Ethereal energy surrounded his being as he stood there suspended in an ever-thickening veil of shadow. He truly did wish he could enjoy his in-laws infrequent visits, hoped to understand his being here despite other priorities that should otherwise draw him away, it was just so much easier to miss his absence than enjoy his company. Perhaps if this intrusive in-law hadn’t found need to satiate his need to protect his offspring- he could have avoided offsetting his duties. He could have avoided this.

But now it was too late for the ebony haired male quickly came into view approximately a foot away from his in-law with a speed rivaling teleportation, his knuckles quickly following suit with similar speed to slam into the young daemon’s cheekbone, thrusting his head to the side with practiced ease. It was however the flicker of white, the silent flames that burned hot in the wake of his strike that truly belied his inadequacy in the field.  For the flames that licked greedily at the daemons cheek were short and violent, with no care of what would be left behind- the flames of a seraph; holy flames. A fact made even more evident as the very motif of the young assassin was stripped from his frame; his shadows. Revealing snowflakes locks that shone like a beacon of purity in this dilapidated realm stricken by war, cyan orbs alight with a fire that threatened to consume the male’s entire being, and a frame accented with a light far more blinding then anything the young assassin had revealed when demonstrating his abilities when they were delegating roles for the war. 

                 “Come crude daemon, come,

                                     see why I protect your offspring."

One strike, one slur. That’s all the young assassin allowed  slip before halting his ‘ascension’, forcing his body once more into a state of stasis between his two forms. Putting an evident amount of strain on his body given the flames that still sizzled about his frame and the sweat that dripped down his brow In rivulets. His very being protest his actions and his heart ached for reasons he still hadn’t grasped. But he couldn’t proceed nor could he remember why the ancient smell of his in-law had his fangs ramrod. Past transgressions against this tailored up grouch left him with the feeling of unfinished fights, not to mention the lingering smell of burnt flesh.

“You’re here to fuck things up as usual,

                                    and become an accomplished ‘annoyance’.

                         Sigh

You entrust me with you and my sister’s most precious creations, and without rhyme or reason you’ve come and spit in my face! You effectively dispatched of the only assassin that was sent alone- the only one I found fit to enthrall and trust to report falsities to the enemy. Pursued or actively avoided the kids are safe under my protection, I have not erred in my assignment so why did you intervene? They’ll send more for she favored. You destroy my puppet and theirs.

[shroudedshadow]

Challenge

Slivers of moonlight pierced the dark veil of the ballroom, not enough to agitate the senses of the ‘fairer’ guest that graced the event, but enough the navigate between the maidens passed about the expansive space. Their satin and silk gowns soaking up the valuable, pale light that cast glimpses of the guests’ truer forms. Forms that only accented the elegant pageantry, but still it was neither the guests nor the scenery that caught and held the attention of numerous guests. That honor belonged solely to Adjo Akhom; with his amused arrogance that told tale of his aristocracy, smoldering onyx orbs that sent ladies and gentlemen into a fluttering tizzy of anticipation, accented all by locks darker than his very heart.

Those starless midnight orbs however were fixated on another anomaly; on Luna. She danced as if it was the only way her body truly knew how to speak. Where usually she was guarded, in situations where her words would fall short these movements filled in those gaps. For the most part though his jaded black eyes, were her only audience. Something he hoped went duly unnoted as her eyes caught him standing there, his eyes alight with a challenge all too familiar among there escapades.

In dance the demoness may have him beat- but seduction was what Amadi did best, moving into the various maidens' personal space with just the right amount of promise in his eyes. He didn't just gaze at a woman, he delved into their darkest desires. With the hair as dark as sin and the smooth touch of his body following, he would steal the show from targets and accomplices tonight.

[angstmemes]

Deep Ass Sentence Starters

“When you think about people who have died, do you picture them anywhere?” “Sometimes it freaks me out that everyone around me has a life as complex and real as my own.” “Do you sometimes suddenly hear your own heartbeat and feel sick because… What if it suddenly stops or something?” “I sometimes just want something really bad to happen to me. Something that’s just really awful. I don’t know why… Do you get that too?” “I can’t stand the thought that I don’t know what’s going to happen to the world in hundreds of years.” “Does thinking about Primary School make you sad, or happy?” “Most pets we keep only become a fraction of our age. Do you think that if they’d know this, they’d call us gods?” “What are you more afraid of, space or the ocean?” “There’s no way anyone can tick everything off their bucket list. We all want too much. It’s frustrating.” “Do you think we’re in control of our lives, generally? Or do you think we just think we are?” “If you knew you were going to die next week, would you tell people or live the way you were till the end?” “I think most people remember the exact moment they realised they were grown up. Because of something said to them, or something they saw… Do you remember that moment?” “One of us is going to die first. Do you think we’ll still know each other to find out who?” “Do you think we’re all capable of murder when it comes down to it?” “I’m so afraid of the moment you know you’re going to die.” “Are there things people have said to you that have legitimately changed you?” “Why do people fear losing things that they don’t even have yet?” “How do I know you even have a consciousness? I can’t know.” “What do you think our purpose is?” “What if everything is just a coincidence? For instance: What if gravity doesn’t exist? Everything has just always coincidentally fallen to the ground.” “If nothing else, we at least won the sperm race.” “If you could send a message to the entire world, what would you say in 30 seconds?” “Do you think other people’s judgments motivate us or hold us back?” “If karma was coming back to you, would it help or hurt you?” “Right, we’ve probably had enough alcohol for the rest of the night. We’re getting way too philosophical.”

[shroudedshadow]

“Please do not pull your pants down in front of baby Jesus.”

[shroudedshadow]

“Yes. I might have given you rabies. But in my defense, that’s ridiculous and I didn’t.”