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[perantiquus-blog]

( &  FEAR. )

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       ❛ OF ALL TIMES TO ARRIVE, THIS is the one you choose? ❜

are you the devil?

[lumossolemx-archive29092015]

                                     ❝ Is that so? ❞                     Ghostly fingers arched, settling upon her cheeks,                               cupping them, in a tangible embrace.                                  Nothing was SOOTHING about it.                                   Nothing was comforting.                            Glasses that usually rested                                  upon its nose were absent.                               Replaced by that sickly green stare.                                         Looking down – down at her.                           Past every good thing she had done.                               Past even the wrongs she had committed.                            Down to the HORRORS that lurked                                   in the deepest confines, locked away                          behind chains and hastily built walls.

                              Its head tilted forwards, Fear’s face                                 hovering mere inches from her own.                          There was a slight exhale, a puff of breath                                      that touched her lips with a chill.                          Without any life in that hollow shell of a form,                                            it had only cold to offer.                                The cold would never be comfortable.                          ❝ Darling girl, are you trying to convince me of that                                                                                            ———     or yourself ? ❞

“I didn’t do this. I didn’t do this. I DID NOT -- “

Certitude derived from a mantra has little chance of success here, the opponent being her own self-doubt. All signs point to guilty, guilty, guilty, all evidence condemning her, though if she could only be spared a few minutes, surely she can find an alternative explanation, something that ----

Who knew such a feathered touch can be so heavy? & oh, how she jumps, she must have forgotten his presence entirely, an issue to be dwelt upon & fretted over -- later. 

Prompt repulsion, bile searing holes in clenched throat, though she doesn’t move, doesn’t stumble backwards from his reach ---- she doesn’t know why, either; a point to prove, perhaps? A matter of strength? A joke now, if there’s anything left to speak of; walls are crumbling fast, blood & dust, rubble & bodies, & she’s left standing with both feet in the carnage & no memory of her deeds to speak of. 

“I didn’t do this... I-I couldn’t have -- it..doesn’t make s e n s e !”

[bogisms-blog]

lilac :o

lilac - why / how i started following you

I saw you rping with inmxnitas and I decided to follow cause I thoughtthe idea would be interesting for my Eldritch fear god to interact withthe personification of fear. 

[wingsofash-blog]

Take a look at you. All grown up and with a Hell of his own. Heaven always seemed a tad stuffing anyways.

❝I’m looking to expand.  Location isn’t exactly primed to my liking.❞

 Something’sSEETHINGinside of him, nerves scraped bythe connotation of his addressedprison.An unwilling damnation for his crimes. Because he was different,because he CHOSE to stand against the filthy monkeysFatherhad placed above himself, and his siblings. Eons ofhatred burned away at his core, degrading his grace to ash, re-missedof the betrayal scourging his fragmented stitches of recollection. 

[cosmidia-blog]

Its tendrils drape over the cosmos themselves, each touch a spark of ice, like a newborn frost webbing its way over dead skin. The beast was uncharacteristically silent, a quiet hum of discontent blossoming in the dark recesses. "Do you ever get tired of it all, my dear?"

              The unexpected presence is MORE than welcome. Against       their cold features, the empty space filled with naught but rocks            and ice, the other entity’s presence is almost akin to warmth,       though merely lukewarm. Their nebulous form thickens beneath          their old companion’s touch, clouds of hydrogen roiling and curling      around the primal entity’s tendrils. An unspoken question presents           itself in the form of a vibration, a gentle, probing form of confusion      as the cosmos mulls over the question. Tired of it? A long silence;            it could have lasted for a million years.                                                “ No. How could I?                                       My very purpose is to exist. Without me...                                                 what would we be?                                                                   Less than nothing. ”

[hallowednesday-blog]

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                   ❛ let’s be friends. ❜