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WAIT WHY HAVE I JUST SEEN THIS?! THANK YOU!!

[lupichorous]

GRAVE SUGGESTIONS starters  !   ✞   accepting. @holyblcde​  has sought the old blood:  ‘  weeping is for gods  &  martyrs,  we cannot afford such luxuries.  ’

GODS AND MARTYRS  ?  The ghost of bitter laughter bubbles thorny against the back of her throat, promptly suffocated by the pressing together of pale tiers and by the unconscious furling of dainty fingers against the silken fabric of her elaborated garments. If only her bleeding heart wasn’t on the verge of breaking into thousands of jagged smithereens, the woman would have gladly and selfishly indulged in the suffocating embrace of ACRID IRONY: a ravenous priestess that is desperately pursuing the path towards godhood and a benevolent hero that continuously sacrifices more and more pieces of himself to protect others talk about gods and martyrs. 

A mayhap overly dramatic sigh is thus heaved and, albeit for the briefest of moments, Amelia allows her tensed shoulders to slump downwards and her aching spine to bend  ;  the BURDEN placed ‘pon their hearts has become much too heavy to carry, for it matters not how many efforts are made and how many prayers are chanted, this slow yet inevitable descent into BESTIAL MADNESS cannot be avoided.   ❝  And yet, who are we to say that, one day, such titles won’t be generously ascribed to our LAMENTED names  ?  ❞   A pause, lashes flutter below half-mast whilst the curvature of her tiers slants downwards into the vision of a deep and concerned frown.   ❝  Tell me, Holy Blade, do BEASTS weep  ?  ❞ 

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[monstruoasa]

❝ i’m no hero … but i’ll still stop you . ❞

               L U D W I G ( ʰᵒˡʸᵇˡᶜᵈᵉ ) “ HAS SPOKEN            ❝ HERO STARTERS | @holyblcde​| STILL ACCEPTING !❞

HE CAN FEEL THE DETERMINATION THAT FILLS THIS MAN, the holy blade that made his reputation ( Alongside with his bravery ) glimmers like the moonlight. How it makes putrid blood boils ! TEETH bared in a smile that looks more like a threat ( a beast snarling ), Walter's attention is all devoted to his foe, anticipation and curiosity burning in the pitt of his mind. FROM HIS DACAYING LUNGS, laughter rises, deep and cavernous, otherworldly, it echoes against the castle walls, coming from everywhere. —— How touching, that hope of yours ! Even if you're as strong as the rumors have you be, you still are just a man : fragile and weak, any the children of the forbiden blood could crush you so easily, you poor, poor creature. Perhaps I should have one of Cainhurst Hunters take care of you and your audacity. “ And yet, he can't help but wonder : would this hunter at last challenge his powers ? Ô, the thrill of the fight, he can almost taste it...

STANDING FROM HIS THRONE, leaving a posture crafted by boredom, a cape of the most rich fabric slithers back over his shoulder, his armor crying as he walks down the stairs that do them apart. —— But I believe that such an insignificant matter should be dealt with swiftly : come closer if you dare, Ludwig ! That wench Annalise can have all the blood she diseres, but yours will be mine ! “

[viindecatoare-blog]

‘ the world out there has teeth and it is hungry and it is stupid and it eats and eats mindlessly . ’

             L U D W I G ( ʰᶤᵉᵐᵃˡʰʸᵐᶰ ) “ HAS SPOKEN  ❝ THE HAUNTING OF THE HILL HOUSE | @holyblcde​ | STILL ACCEPTING !❞

SHE KNOWS OF THE WOLVES WEARING SHEEP SKINS, for she had witnessed many tragedies. Yes, the world is unkind, filled with darkness that no tale could bring to life as well as mankind did - men fight eachothers, it is a cyrcle that, for now, cannot be broken. But if shadows exists, it is light that gave birth to them : hope can be found in the most strangest places, and whatever bodies it inhabits, a heart still beats under flesh and bones ( even those who have their hands covered in blood once loved ). THERE'S MORE TO THIS WORLD THAN PAIN AND AGONY, how could one so easily forget joy, even in its simplest form ? For a hunter, it is simply a matter of survival to rely on your instinct - she cannot possibly tell him to weaken his guard ( for it would be foolish and naive ) - but one can still see the wonders of life through tears and pain. If not, why would dying men beg to stay upon this godforsaken earth if existence didn't have any worth nor charms ?

BLUE EYES STAY FOCUSED FOR A WHILE UPON THE ROUGH PORTRAIT OF A WANDERER, pity and sympathy laced within her gaze while she weeps for his youth and happiness : such portraits of life itself stem from wounded souls, ones who were deprived of the bliss to hope for better days. She prays he'll again see the light of the sun, that he'll enjoy the gift of of simply living despite the darkness that surrounds him ( turn a blind eye to those, it is giving them to much credit to let them rule Empires over your mind and existence ).—— Those are the words of a tired man. The world will not mind if you stop for a while and rest - You think its fangs sharp, but they become what you want them to be : imagination can make things scarier than they really are. “