#ruinedcrown

[necc-romancer]

Please my good sir. I am on my hands and knees.

"What do you want."

[cramoisin]

your ego seeks conflict; it loves nothing better than to win battles for you, sadly as it wins, you often lose respect and connections. if you wish problems to persist, keep blaming everyone and everything but yourself, for he who persistently blames and criticize only fans the flames of hatred and controversy... so from now @ruinedcrown and qiyana are both my kins...

[wayfaringstrangxr]

@ruinedcrown

@monsterdemanguinha -lifts chin- more a promise than a threat.

Aphelios moves his head to prevent the King from touching him. If his stare could kill, the Ruined would be dead.

[hemoplagued]

@ruinedcrown followed

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He can feel it, the cold dampness of the mist, the feeling of death, and then, eyes on his back. Vlad pauses, waiting for a brief moment before turning to look at the approaching mass of darkness. He knew who it was. A pleasant smile curled his lips at the approaching night. “I was told you were defeated, it seems I have been lied to.”

[couturiere]

𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑶  𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. ↬   OF  FAIRYTALES,  FOLKLORE  AND  FAEKIND.

@ruinedcrown asked: ‘  whatever  has  led  you  here  to  me,  there  is  destiny  in  its  making.  ’

It's disquieting, the certainty in it. In that madness, in the way his love (twisted and selfish as it may be) veils his perception. Lies to him about the decisions he's making, convinces him with such certainty that all he does, he does for the right reason. The only justifiable reason to commit these acts of cruelty, to sow this kind of fear. To prey upon the cracks in the hearts of those whose suffering sings out to him — I am here, I am aching, I want it to stop. Fingers tighten, teeth clench. The shiver down her spine is not fear, nor disgust, but understanding. Realization that he sees her as a piece of Isolde, delivering itself into his hands without inhibition. Pushing the feeling down, she straightens, resolute. Her scissors- Isolde's scissors- lift to point at him like the tip of his own blade, heavy and just as haunted. Her grip is unwavering, so are her eyes, so is her voice. This will end here, one way or another; she has no desire to die trying, but she will if she has to. If it's the only way. (That she does fear, that does make the shiver down her spine almost make its way to her limbs, overpowering and humbling.) Her love is just as strong as his, whether anyone believes it or not. What she once was makes little difference, if she can recognize that his ardor lacks the understanding that she grasped thousands of years before she was ever even alive. "If there is a destiny here, it is one wrought by no hand but your own." She sees his grip on the greatsword tighten, feels her throat do the same in anxious anticipation. Her own weapon shifts, spun around her wrist once before gripping once more, firmer still. "And it is one I will make sure you deserve-!"

[agonizedembrace]

[text]: Mistress of the dark, I implore thee. Have u read any of my texts? We shud rly start on that record collab. Give me a call when u do.

-> [ Viego ]: while you’re giving me great name ideas for the bedroom

-> [ Viego ]: it’s 8 in the morning

-> [ Viego ]: let me sleep and cuddle my gf wtf

[couturiere]

ruinedcrown said: Look away child. Don't tell Isolde.

"Oh, well in that case!: A small, sweet smile appears on her face. "I believe this is what Mister Graves would call a 'hustle', no? Make your offer for my silence."

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

<anon> I wish to interact with you and your muse some day but i am a shy bean. And you are a delight whenever i see you on the dash. I see you.

PLEASEEEE KING VIEGO AHH-- Seriously though, my DM's are open!!! Feel free to hit me up whenever, I'd love to get to know you! aaaaaaaa i am glad im able to bring you joy! ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐