#exsecrated

[sovereight-blog]

“ MMMMM , i don’t think so. try again , trevor. ” @exsecrated

[agonydeity-archive2]

           ‘     it’s     within     your     blood    ,     ‘       she      can     taste     it      ,      FEEL     IT      .        a      hybrid     was      only      a       SYMBOL      of       potential      evil        ,       HE      could      be      given      more       should      she      offer       such      .       ‘      yet       here       you      stand      &      deny     yourself      of      the      power     !      ‘       laughter      ,       bloody     &     wicked      .        ‘       don’t       you      wish      to      taste      freedom     ,       a       freedom      no       mortal       life       can      offer      .       ‘        it’s      holding      you     back     .         (       ii    .   @exsecrated    *      )

[lunima]

smooches her nose,

// ☾ unsolicited softness ⇢ @exsecrated

SAID  NOSE  SCRUNCHES,  as does the rest of her face as a melodious laugh bubbles from between her lips. it’s brazen contact, her keepers would be aghast at his gall. he might even have been BURNED ALIVE for daring to touch her with such familiarity. especially without their explicit consent ( as well as hefty payment ) Ezra allows it GLADLY though, going as far as to stand on her toes the moment she sees him bend to reach her upturned face. 

        in reply, her nose nuzzles a stubbled cheek, wrapping her arms around him in a TIGHT HUG before landing back on the balls of her feet. The moon feels the weight of centuries lift from her shoulders as she smiles up at him, half tempted to curl herself against his side and just rest there. There was SAFETY in his presence. In his embrace. She laps it up greedily like a starving animal. How long had it been since she’d met someone that would not USE her, that would not wound her. Forever and a day, to be certain. He might refuse the mantel of defender, he was most certainly her hero ( & she made damn sure he knew it too )

[forghst-blog]

exsecrated replied to your post: ( – )

LET’S TALK ABOUT THAT SEASON FINALE BC I’M NOT OVER IT

( MY HEART HURTS FAM IT HURTS SO BAD I’M NEVER GONNA BE OVER THIS )

[scholarofmagic]

                   ❛  i suppose i don’t mind SHARING –– so long as you don’t stink anymore.  ❜          there’s a cheeky lilt to her voice that’s unmistakable, if not weighted down by the fatigue of the day’s events. they’d all been afforded the luxury of bathing before turning in for the night, so her words are mostly teasing. ( mostly. ) fortunately, the trio had managed to rent the last room at the tavern, but unfortunately, depending on how one looked at it, there weren’t enough beds between them –– someone was going to have to bunk up. it mattered little to sypha, who was unused to privacy when it came to such things ; truthfully, she couldn’t recall a time she’d ever slept alone. her people were accustomed to a certain closeness, and with the separation from them so fresh, sypha was unsure she’d even be comfortable doing so.              @exsecrated

[unweapon-archive]

Always  a  child.  Always  always  always.  Always  naive  and  timid,  always  learning  always  in  wonder.  Always  frightened  always  brave,  always  kind  always  loving.  Always  always  always.  He  wasn’t  sure  at  this  point,  how  long  it  has  been.  Since  those  many  years.  He  thinks  it’s  been  many  many  years.  Many  many  many  years.  Since  a  sacrifice.  Since  his  friends.  Since  the  flowers  had  bloomed  and  they  could  feel  tears  down  their  own  cheeks.  But  it  was  okay!  At  least,  he  tried  to  make  it  okay.

❝  AAH!  ❞  A  high  pitched  but  short  shriek  of  terror-  or  more  so  something  of  a  quick  fright,  startled  is  the  word.  The  skeletal  figure  fell  to  the  ground  from  a  previously  levitating  position.  Knocked  over  by  some  brute  of  a  man  trespassing  on  what  would  be Emil’s  home.  Lined  with  books,  dilapidated,  blood  smears  and  demon  drool.  He’s  been  here  for  a  while.  Cooped  up,  protecting  the  place,  protecting  what  he  thought  he  loved  mostly.  Emil  shivered,  rattling  of  a  rib  cage  before  grabbing  their  staff  and  floating  upwards.  ❝  I-I’m  sorry!  You  startled  me!  A  bit  of  an  over  reaction  on  my  part  but... I  haven’t  seen  anyone-  well,  no  people,  in  a  while!  ❞  The  child  speaks,  almost  completely  forgetting  that  their  form  could  and  would  be,  frightening.  Mistaken  for  a  demon  himself!  Perhaps  that’s  why  he  continues  to  stay  among  the  books.

@exsecrated

[sovereight-blog]

THIS IS A REMINDER ILYSM I'D FIGHT THE SUN FOR YOU OK THANKS

HELLO OMG I LOVE U SOOOOOO MUCH !!! I LOVE U SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH 

[howyll-blog]

      “ I’M SORRY, I DON’T BELIEVE that i’ve had the pleasure, yet. ” never mind that stranger stands in the entryway to their home with mud on his boots --- their expression maintains the border of pleasant and confusion with all the grace that they can afford. “ the wizard howl, at your service. and you, handsome stranger in my door, are --- ? ” / @exsecrated