#misfortunesking

[dissolvendae-a]

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Send a ♫ for a song that reminds me of your muse.

Thank You for the Venom ; MCR

Preach all you want but who's gonna save me? I keep a gun on the book you gave me, hallelujah, lock and load Black is the kiss, the touch of the serpent son It ain't the mark or the scar that makes you run, and run, and run, and run.

[canatim]

misfortunesking

she cared little for relics, but weapons were something to be admired. it was a shame, really, to find such beautiful tools of war boxed up, breathless, in dustless glass cases under bleaching white lights. it betrayed their legacy. 

it was because of the disrespect that got them there in the first place that she compelled to stand and stare from behind the thorny guise of her mask, to wonder about the untold stories and battle songs that followed the legacy of these retired blades.

it seems the one next to her shared her thoughts. though he was unfamiliar in his guise, his stature and patterns of breath certainly brought someone to mind. she beckoned carefully, allowing without words a place at her side, signaled through the careful incline of her chin, the turn of her head.

" it's a shame, isn't it? "

" you don't just display a blade this fine in a box. it denounces the strifes of the ones who wielded it. they shouldn't just ... sit still like this. i dunno. "

[tragicasorores-blog]

Missed Holidays||misfortunesking

misfortunesking

It seemed that while she had been holed up in her room, the holidays had come and gone without her noticing. It was a bit of a missed opportunity, she could have given her sisters something or at the very least gone to visit them. Unfortunately she had been too busy with relationship, but even so, there was a time when you needed fresh air. And so she went out, there was no snow for her to see but she saw someone whose hair reminded her of such. Hair as white as snow, it reminded her of her sister... and she was sure he was just as dangerous.

But she approached him, for even she craved human contact at times❃"Hm, a bit chilly today, is it not?"❃Sometimes she even attempted small talk, traits she picked up from others.

[canatim]

indifference could be met with indifference, especially when greeting the other when his footing stood on her grounds. a greeting was given in a heavy-lidded sneer, a gaze following the high planes of her cheekbones and focusing sight down the bridge of her nose, looking down at the boy over a raised chin and high shoulders.

he was to her as she was to him, nothing, though her memory functioned in greater detail, a name had never been worth taking note of. still, she kept her eyes trained upon the sword at his side.

" you're here why? "

[ortansies]

miniature garden :: mitsunari

misfortunesking

"Mg...Mmmm...." Head dropping, the priestess finally awoken at the bench in the city's local garden. Her surrounding was dark as the sun was slowly setting, painting the sky in the beautiful color of dawn. "When did I fall asleep?" If she was remembering correctly, the temperature finally dropped and Caren wanted to go see some flowers, but in the middle of admiring them, she got sleepy. 

"I slept longer than intended." 

Caren never stayed out in the city this late, but it was not truly night yet. Staring up at the sky, the girl finally stood up. Mumbling that she should get going otherwise it would get troublesome. Indeed it would get troublesome for her. Demons are always much more active and wild at night, 

"This city is a bother when it becomes night."

However, as long as Caren keeps her guard up and her distance, she should make it home safety. Though she already heard rumors about slashers in the city but she will pay no heed or mind to them. If they wish to cut her down, then they may do so. Death means nothing in this city. "Even so..." No, she does not dwell on it anymore. It was time to move on. 

Staring up at the sky, Caren began to walk down the pavement that would lead her out of this wondrous garden. Knowing fully well that danger lurks ahead of her, but she must head on home. 

"This city is a lot more interesting than it turns out to be." 

A small smile graced her lips as she continued to march on forward towards the exit. 

[princess-defyinghistory]

MISFORTUNESKING SAID: YOU JUST ASKED TO BE STABBED.

Yeeeeeeep.

[dissolvendae-a]

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♠:A character I desperately want to roleplay with

not gonna lie i really wanna interact with julie kane from motorcity. not only is she a feline-fanatic, but because i think the two would be awesome friends. they could both kick butt without breaking a sweat and act like dorks together. not to mention they'd probably talk to each other about their "secret lives" and give each other advice on what to do. plus she'd probably think blake's ears are cute and always want to play with them and rub them. that kind of fluff makes my heart melt tbh

[artificis]

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♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them?

The love Nero knew was a selfish kind of love. She had expected something in return when she loved someone - in the case of her people. Nero loved her people, but she did not get the love returned back to her. She does not resent them but it certainly saddens her.

Tender love is a foreign type of love for her and she regrets not being able to embrace it, because it was the love that her people knew.