#invictra

[akuspectre]

invictra: yES IT DOEs why dont u try

because Second Life reigns supreme as number one MMORPG in hell. it beats your flat dimensional little menagerie of flightless avians.

[akuspectre]

invictra: i want to carpe collum ur fucking neck

eugh. don’t hug me you heathen. god knows where your hands have been.

[akuspectre]

invictra: STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

sorry, all i can hear from you is the sound of ‘noot noot.’

[akuspectre]

no light, no light. except for the lights in my ass that are burning

inhales condensed negativity from a bong.

[redchained]

' fake happiness beats genuine misery. '

‘ And fake happiness disrupts the mind from rational thinking. Tell me, sir, why must we allow emotions to run for the sake of normalcy in the system? ‘

[aqucphobia-blog1]

【 @invictra​ is like a fine wine 】

     TRIDENT. he sees silver, walks right past it, and all at once everything stops moving. it must be in the sun’s gracious hand, her gentle gossamer finger tips, her midas palm, flowing locks of golden wheat spun. alluring in its tragic imprisoned gala. it is the image of a nymph that has him distracted. over his eyes her hands snake. she whispers in his ear little things here and there, with lips so red and flesh pallid. he is blinded by this distraction, does not notice the earth’s hearty laughter shifting its broad chest underneath his feet, rumbling earthquake grabbing hold of his balance. waves of gravity align, lock in a hold, choke the weight, slam it forward. the wind too, once a gentle breeze all at once becomes violent, a storm. plants its tendrils firmly into neptune’s back, frigid as it shifts the tides and ghosts into his veins, turns them to ice. he just cannot win today.

     the universe must have decided to work against him, for he is knocked clear into the one he was ogling a mere split second ago by none other than his own clumsy two feet. traitors. it’s all happened too fast for his mind to process, and with the controlled manner of flippancy, neptune is standing up, dusting himself, becoming acquainted with the painting of david. quickly the stardust in his soul rises to power, heating his cheeks, further embarrassing him. boy, he really has a thing for older men and women, huh. 

     casually【 not so casually 】he shifts his weight on one leg, takes a stance in his favor. his height is given advantage【 though not nearly an advantage as this one’s. surprising how he can be so tall 】 and his chest that much more so. even ares has his charms.

     ❝so, you must be the reason men fall in love.❞ 

     a wink, and then BANG! baby, right through the heart.

[corvialitis]

@invictra || cont.

               ❝   Then why do you need those tiny glasses? You obviously can’t see very well if you need glasses.   ❞

     Ah, just the same old humor that came from the jet black haired girl every now and then. Of course, in her humor, there were tones of seriousness. Perhaps it wasn’t ambition that blinded the professor, but it was something else. Although Raven was a new student here at Beacon, she had heard things. Whispers. Talk about the White Fang and dozens of stores being robbed of Dust. This couldn’t have been any new news to Ozpin. So why was it that he took it so lightly? At least, that’s what she saw. But he had a calm and stern look to him that never seemed to leave. He was very hard to read. But Raven did her best.

               ❝   Good morning Professor Ozpin. I’m sorry for introducing myself like that. I just like to play silly jokes on the teachers sometimes. I’m Ravanna Dragomir. But my friends call me Raven. Again, sorry for the disturbance.   ❞