#maligncatharsis

[vermeilcanevas]

childofscarlet, maligncatharsis

Do I follow: yes | no | now 

Do they follow: yes | no 

Rate: (insert lame ‘it’s over 9000 joke here)/10 

Comments: ASDFGHJKL, MY FEELINGS FOR THIS PERSON IS ALL OVER THE PLACE. CHILDOFSCARLET WILL BE MY DEMISE.

Do I follow: yes | no | now 

Do they follow: yes | no 

Rate: INFINITY/10 

Comments: A+++ roleplayer. The way their Guertena is portrayed is basically perfect. Following is basically one of the best things you can do.

[perennialcanvas]

          ❝ I love you, dad! ❞

[fabriaa]

[You're an interesting person and a very talented RPer, and I look forward to actually getting this RP started.]

PT. 2: [WHOOPS I FORGOT TO HIT ANON, sorry about that, but it’s still true] 

seriously though adfghjk i’m excited to be in the presence of such an amazing and talented writer and i’m so looking forward to this RP as well o u o 

[fabriaa]

ᴠɪsɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | ɢᴜᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀ & ᴍᴀʀʏ

▌▌ ⇢ ♔. ;;

                    T R A P P E D .

the first word that traveled to the young girl's mind when she thought of the gallery. of course, it was of no fault of her own that she was stuck in the hellish reality that was spending an eternity within the walls of a fabricated world. oh, no. that was to the fault of her creator, though he was a male she held in quite high esteem. he was, after all, the father of creation.

                                                                             her birthgiver.

                                                                                                    the man she had wanted to love her.

of course, she had resigned herself to the idea that Gueterna was dead. he must have been. it had been years since the painting had been created, and she imagined that if he still graced this earth he'd be old and sickly and, most likely, on his deathbed. even if he weren't, mary could never imagine him coming back

          not to here.

                               so it was to her surprise when he stood before the fabricated world painting, nothing but the whirr of a painted wind being the only sound that followed his visage. she imagined him to be completely different than he were.

                                                       ' father — you've returned. '

[perennialcanvas]

❝ You're no fun. ❞

--Casually takes off the glasses perched on her nose before she's scolded.

[childofscarletarchives-blog]

Worse than a thief is the thief who lies. Food for thought.

" … "

They didn't even tell me what I "stole"... 

[likefatherasisdaughter-blog]

maligncatharsis started following you

An eerie, if cautious feeling chilled the hairs on the back of Aya's neck from where she stood. There was no feeling of danger from her perspective, but something in the back of her mind ordered her to stay put. Blue eyes roamed the premise of the empty hallways focused and alert.

Aya remained calm, ears focused on any alert sounds, breathing minimized and hands carefully clenched into tight fists.