#harbingeroftheend

[bundleofbeasties]

harbingeroftheend started following you

Are you supposed to be an emo lugia or something.

[vivalaflare-blog]

harbingeroftheend started following you

*scREAMING*

[brown-eyed-cutie]

"Eek! Who are all you people?!"

[sanguinesaint]

What happened to harbringer?

outofcharacter:

"The mun was talking about deleting, and I believe they had just done it today for I can no longer find their page, nor link in the note from any of my collected drafts with them."

:/

[sanguinesaint]

An appreciation post : Chaos

[ outofcharacter ]

"Seeing there has been an appreciation post dedicated to a Chaos role-player recently, while at the time of its occurrence, the limitation imposed on my end of life has prohibited me from engaging, it’s eating me away not to contribute something. So here we go, a list of Chaos role-players I have crossed path with, or have the pleasure of coming across whilst regretfully never the joy of interaction."

Usherofsouls : “You, you, talented person. My first Chaos, and perhaps, the first Chaos ever I have seen on here, though I know you are the only Chaos so far my Vincent has ever came to a full peaceful term and shared understanding with, I missed you. I know you are not around FF community any more, nor even on some other less serious account. I would love to catch up however. So hit me up, maybe, if you see this?”

Harbingeroftheend: “If chaos has a face, a name, or a personality, that would have been yours. Your interpretation of him operates on the level of complexity that put my mind to shame. Your constant glimpse into men’s more philosophical aspect of life whereas maintaining that unbearable sardonic smirking self brat has came so exasperated with made a form from words, and life from ideas. I love you. Even when my mind failed horribly to keep up with yours most of time, I still do love you. It’s great we still have contact.”

Heavenslightharbinger: “I am sorry I always am unable to respond to yours as fast as I wish. The issue is, here I am, a bad writer; and here you are, a magnificent one. I don’t think I ever come across a Chaos role-player who portrays theirs as not demonic before. Yours greatly differ, and I am really looking forward to the chance when my less-than-functional mind will be able to keep up. Perhaps we can try something simple and short in the meantime? I hope to see more of you around.”

Terminusvitae: “We did play once; though, our relationships (in character) has always been rocky, per say? After all, my Vincent has always been spiteful toward all Chaos unless the gap in characterization offer otherwise. I am glad to see you on the feed, offering your Vincent with snarky comments and adorably awkward situation now and then. Keep up the good work, yeah? Who else never wish their muse torment (or even if it is not really theirs)?”

discord-executioner: “I have never interacted with you so there is really not much I can say saving for welcome! And I hope you shall have a good time here. Perhaps we shall get the chance to really cross path sometime, yeah?” ;)

[sanguinesaint]

"…I truly believe that the day Chaos stops being a punk shall be the day Gaia soon meets her end."

[sanguinesaint]

*drops an ✖ here with a devious smirk*

It starts in soft monochrome; it is proceeded cautiously so. "Where stars fall, they burn." I allow my eyes to briefly fall to shutter. "Such vivacity. Such life." Almost too ironic, a wry chuckle escapes with a silent shake of head before cuspate orbs are allowed once more of their deprived sight. What exists therein remains as before-- a glance directed out there but is not really out there.

"Such burst of beauty, men flee to be." A purse of lips, jaw tightens. "They never realize what's discovered littering the ground is just a lump of useless coal."

[sanguinesaint]

Lust

Lust. The quality I deem attractive. Dare I say…there are many; to be perfectly frank, admittedly it has always been a little bit of this and that comes combined…Should an exemplar is to be granted, perhaps I would have compared it to the manner a glass of perfect Irish Java is to be fashioned-- attentive and with calculated precision. With both arms raised to drape casually athwart leather clad chest, I cant my neck, considering.

"Intelligence." Still, a man could be perfectly well-versed and quite truly boring all the same; thus, it is then kavalierbariton proceeds in leisure. "…and a sense of humour. Where flame burns ablaze, eyes are drawn in follow." With lithe body shifted in a slight turn, I incline my head, sending spillage of midnight tendrils across pallid flesh and jaded crimson alike. "…there's no life devoid of passion; thus, is my final answer."