#desidiae

[goddessfuriae]

(closed for desidiae) They’ll know my name, all hell in flames

When she plunged that knife into her chest, she was so desperate for that to be the end of EVERYTHING; gods, kingdoms, her pain, all of it. Yet seemingly as soon as those blue eyes closed, they opened again; this opened the floodgates to a flurry of emotions. Fear, freedom, confusion, mourning, wonder, a need...

This new lightness to her form seemed almost unnatural - it took her by surprise, and she stumbled. Of course, when she stumbled back, she ended up doing so THROUGH someone else, eliciting a gasp as she spun around to face this strange woman; she didn’t notice that, when she stumbled, the scenery shifted violently until she hit something. She was too focused on-

Wait, who was this?

“...Hello?” Her voice was too light, almost as if she was distant; the echo matched up with that assumption too. But she was right there, still garbed in red, with a see-through visage of the knife that ended her life still stuck in her breast. 

She would not know rest.

[equitasx]

6. A drabble about the first time the muse killed someone. B) hEEee

One’s gaze remained completely neutral as she took slow strides towards the Tyrant that ruled the Land of Sands, ignoring his pitiful begging, she would serve justice to the man who used children for his sick obsession of using their skins as dolls. Being only inches away, the Intoner could hear his sobs but it didn’t stop her from grabbing him by the hair with her bloodied right hand, lifting the coward to eye-level with ease using her enhanced strength. 

“ALL OF THOSE KIDS THEY WERE ALL GOING TO GROW UP TO BE GOOD-FOR-NOTHINGS ANYWAY!” He practically screamed into One’s face, mucus and tears dripping down his features.

However crimson optics widened and her mouth opened into a taunting smile. “Don’t waste your breath.” She whipered mockingly, then she pulled his head towards her and with great force only an Intoner could muster, smashed the back of his head into the stone wall he had scrambled to earlier, leaving a large crater in the wall decorating it with blood and brain matter. 

“Hmph.”

One merely turned and walked away, not bothering to spare a second glance to the body to see if the Tyrant truly died because moments later, loosened stones from the higher levels toppled onto his remains turning what was left of him into red mush.

Normally a person would be terrified after their first kill, but this Intoner was not. She acknowledged killing as a necessary evil on her quest to bring justice to this world, and to defeat Zero so that she and her four younger sisters could live happily ever after. 

[centual]

click the eff 2 mild

“My fingers hurt and I’m still thirsty!”

[strongcrimsonwings]

♔

A character (in general) that you’d like to interact with.

I would like to interact with Decadus or maybe Michael.  That would be fun and interesting to see how Angelus interacts with them.  :)

[riftere]

How important does something have to be before your muse is willing to die for it?

    Shit has to be really damn important: Canonically, the only situations important enough for Urick to die eternally over (from what I’ve seen in dod2) involve his close, close friends.

     I say this because:      For years, Urick just wandered around Midgard doing who     knows what, and while he could have easily just gone out     and found Caim, fought him and probably have died, Urick     never did. Urick obviously wanted to die (so he could atone     for his abandoning of General Oror  and finally be at peace)     but I’m guessing he was never presented with a good enough     situation to do so, until Nowe showed up of course.     After all that time spent wandering and probably avoiding     Caim (and in affect, avoiding death rofl), Urick suddenly     agrees to help out Nowe with his mission, knowing full     well that by doing so, Urick would get himself killed.     Obviously, this shows that Nowe, as a close friend of     Urick’s, was important enough for the masked man to     finally embrace death. Looking at all that, I stand by     my first statement: canonically, the only situations     important enough for Urick to consider eternally dying     over involve his close, close friends.

     Now, non-canonically, there are a few other things Urick     would consider eternally dying over (like dying in the name     of an important cause, or after he had done something he      deemed quite important, or something to that effect), but his     close friends/pseudo family are still at the top of the list.

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Note:

(It should also be noted, that regardless of whether Urick thought 

he would find atonement in the end or not, he would have helped

Nowe in his mission. Family (or well, near-family) are quite important

to Urick.)

[riftere]

hierophant! B)

Put a tarot card in my inbox and I’ll answer the question!

The Hierophant: What is one rule or law your muse would never break?

Not sure if its an actual written law (and if it is the Knights of the Seal sure don’t care about it), but Urick would never intentionally kill an innocent civilian. Even if they were attacking him, Urick would do his utmost to avoid killing anyone.

[centual]

she is sarcasm girl

a giant beam hit them and they became mew mews

[evilinthisworld-blog-blog]

desidiae

       { ❇ } -   An exquisite lifeform, transcending the very meaning                     of humanity and creating new guidelines for who or what                     could thrive within longevity. But why take shape in the                     form of a sullen, little girl? She looked twice as cute and                     half as dangerous as any porcelain doll that sat ont he shelf                     of some man-made convenience store. 

                    Regardless, the frigid lord made his way forward, flexing                     digits held loosely at his sides. Absent-mindedly he picked                     at the ruffled sleeves of his shirt, teeth set on edge. 

                           He waited to see if she would address him--                                  of if she could even see him at all.