#malevolentarachnid

[featheredguardian-blog]

 { Pause, and then. }

          --Are you lost?

[sein-treuer-hund]

malevolentarachnid replied to your photo: diederdoodles!

((YOUR ART IS BEAUTIFUL OK))

{ scrEECHES thank you so much oh my gosh ;0;!! }

[inquinatum-bellus]

✿

"Why would you—want to marry me?"

[xnsaniam-archived]

((hello!!! uwu I just wanted to say that I was really pumped when I saw that you were a monstrumologist roleplay blog! i don't see much about those books around here, so it was awesome to see an oc! owo))

((Hello there! And really!?!? Do you read the series yourself? If so then you officially became my new best friend. Thank you for writing me this and telling me this, since no one but me actually RP's from that setting.))

[herbutler-angelic-blog]

{Insanity}

Ash is extremely mentally unstable. He is bipolar, he has anger issues, he has Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, and he is psychopathic. 

Needless to say, these issues take a toll on his sanity.

His OCD causes him to be unhealthily obsessed with cleanliness, when it comes to physical things (ex : he can’t stand things like dirt on his shoes, blood on his sword, dust on furniture, people who smell bad, etc) as well as impurities in people (ex : he loathes the people he deems “unclean”, sinners, etc).

His bipolar disorder causes intense mood-swings. He can be gentlemanly one minute, only to be a raving lunatic the next. These mood-swings are extremely easily provoked. One wrong word can set him off.

His anger issues only intensify his bipolar disorder. Most of the mood-swings involve him getting violently furious over little things.He also feels rage and frustration in the place of sadness. 

Due to the fact that he has a psychopathic personality, he has the following traits :

Facet 1: Interpersonal

Glibness/superficial charm

Grandiose sense of self-worth

Pathological lying

Cunning/manipulative

Facet 2: Affective

Lack of remorse or guilt

Emotionally shallow

Callous/lack of empathy

Failure to accept responsibility for own actions

Facet 3: Lifestyle

Need for stimulation/proneness to boredom

Lack of realistic, long-term goals

Impulsivity

Irresponsibility

Facet 4: Antisocial

Poor behavioral controls

[inquinatum-bellus]

[ Hatred Knows No Bounds ]

A cemetery. That’s where it all started. The start of consuming darkness…

Pale emerald eyes were cast down, staring at the marble tombstone that sat embedded within the ground. ‘Mother…You left too soon. Father and brother--they are both broken. As am I.’ she thought, a single tear rolling down her pale cheek. Such hatred and rage caused her blood to boil in her veins. Memories of her past began to flood her mind, causing teeth to take a ruby lip in between them and bite down harshly upon it. She wanted them dead. Everyone who had caused her too suffer.

The parents who had abandoned her and James. The man who forced himself upon her, and continued too. The shrill thoughts in her mind didn't help to relieve the pain of losing her mother. She just wanted to do something--anything! The world was cruel to one such as her who had done absolutely nothing to deserve it. She clenched her fist at her side, nails digging into the white, thin skin and leaving small ribbons of bright blood to drip to the soil under her feet. She looked up at the grey sky, eyes filled with contempt and loathing, and she sent a silent curse to god and all his angels.

A freezing breeze passed over the cemetery and she sat down next to her mother's grave, pulling her coat tighter around her. Why did any of these things have to befall her? What had she ever done wrong? She glanced over the tombstone once again, her eyes following a yellow spider creeping along it. “Oh little spider, might you have enough venom in that bite of yours to help end my suffering?” She asked with a tilt of her head, blonde ringlets falling to the side. She reached out a timid finger toward the arachnid and allowed it to crawl on her.

Her father and James would be worried. She had left without telling them, and although she refused to cry in their presence, she was positive that they knew how she felt in secret. The immense pain that flooded her heart. Juliette was the woman who had taken in both Isabelle and James from the street and cared for them as her own. She was an angel--and for God to snatch her away, and in such a cruel way too, was unforgivable! Her eyes drifted to the spider and a soft sigh escaped her as she let it crawl back onto the tombstone, before resting her head against it.