#siybl

[martzx3]

@amtxxgamer :3

[diagnosin]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐀,   what on earth do you think you are doing?        you’ve come before the gilded gates of a stranger’s home,  all in the hopes of viewing a treasure now kept within it.        A TREASURE,  I’LL REMIND YOU,  THAT NEVER BELONGED TO YOU.  what right do you have to love it so?          oh,  and here comes a most draconian and punishing wind,  it tears at your fair and delicate skin,  it curls itself into your hair like a vicious hand and tugs cruelly.          you are a woman,  standing alone on this ridiculous road,  in this ridiculous wind that promises to bring only a cold lifelessness to your bones.       GO HOME,  DEAREST ELSA,  IS THIS REALLY WORTH THE HUMILIATION,  THE DESPAIR?       you already know how this will go and to insist regardless is a foolish act.         dearest elsa,  𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋?

the reply:     PERHAPS.     yet,  what is so wrong with being a fool?      this was for love and nothing could bring greater clarity to the woman standing alone,  waiting patiently in the wind for someone to proceed down the pathway.     like a shy child,  the sun had hidden itself behind the dense grey fabric of a wintery sky,  leaving elsa standing in the sharp relief of the cold,  but this cold,   SHE READILY WELCOMED.      in fact,  as she stood,  she breathed the biting air in deeply,  taking the frost into her lungs,  not allowing either her mind or senses to dull even for a moment.        𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍.        of course not,  for she knew too well what sort of atrocities went on behind the most beautiful,  ornate doors.       she has seen it all before:   silks and furs,   pearls and diamonds,  stained and flecked with blood.

yet,  it was not something as useless as sympathy that she felt towards these people.    simply,  an awareness that there was no life that was exempt for potential pathos.      and truly,  what did she know about these people specifically?       an irresponsible young man,  a solemn young woman,  a missing matriarch,  and a faceless,  nameless father.        elsa did not wish to jump to any conclusion and indeed,  her mind was plenty disciplined enough to not do so,  but her heart was not so steeled against dangers.    DANGERS LIKE HOPE.   perhaps it was the impending holidays that made her feel so alighted with wonder and dreams,  with hopes for the best and the near - perfect.    but as it goes,  the greater the wish,  the greater the fall.       elsa drew in another deep breath of winter air.

she stood so still that if one were to look at her,  what with the endless grey skies behind her,  and the consistent wind keeping her long hair in a fixed,  windblown fashion,  you might think you were gazing at a painting.          𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑.          why is she alone and for who does she wait for with an air that was both maturely patient and sharply impatient?  with those eyes that were almost like a child’s in their largeness and absolutely like a child’s in their watchfulness,   what does she see that we cannot?     enter:   𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅.          /          @siybl      ❤          /         “     Miss Tatischeva,   hello.     ”

[loetise]

@siybl.

              she  tries  her  best  to  hold  still  as  rozaliya  plucks  various  leaves  and  twigs  and  tiny  clumps  of  dirt  from  blonde  strands,  and  tries  her  best  not  to  argue  even  when  she’d  rather  keep  a  few  presents  that  nature  had  gifted  her.  and  she  does  try,  pink  petals  pursed  childishly  to  keep  her  quiet  from  interrupting  the  winter-white  song  that  she  hums  behind  her.    “  ow.  ”    slips  out  from  between  her  grasp,  fluttering  from  her  until  it  reaches  rozaliya’s  ears.  but  by  then,  it’s  too  late  to  keep  anything  in.  an  entire  swarm  of  flapping  butterflies  soaring  from  her  ribcage  and  out  of  her  mouth,  presenting  themselves  with  words  instead  of  wings.    “  i  wish  you  wouldn’t  do  that,  i  like  them.  ”

[yukimori-shibata]

To bring Justice, Evil is needed. It's a Game for the Hunters.

In a Place without Retribution. I shall become your justice.I shall accept your art no matter how bloody and  disgusting. I shall lend you the power and tools of cruelty. however as in exchange for a murderous tainted mind, the meaning of your life is vague and shall be punished.The hunting hounds are sent from the depths of Hell and are after pitiful Souls to send those back into the Abyss of no return.

Sibyl

is the private organization that creates and manages the PP system and the Dominator guns. They work alongside the government to manage crime in Japan. Sibyl are the founders of the Public Safety Bureau and rule over the Enforcers and the country with an iron fist. Sibyl controls the country's system with a super computer of the same name. This computer manages all the scanners, guns and measuring systems in Japan.

1984

A 1984-esque 100% totalitarian, all encompassing System where however Human Emotions aren't suppressed by Technology. History writes itself anew. when, the one in the Past controls the Future and the one in the Future controls the Past.

keep in mind Sibyl is watching you.

Goethe's Faust / Spoken by Mephistopheles:

I am the spirit that negates. And rightly so, for all that comes to be Deserves to perish wretchedly; 'Twere better nothing would begin. Thus everything that that your terms, sin, Destruction, evil represent— That is my proper element.”

I’m a part of said force which wants bad and creates good. I’m the Spirit that always denies that wants bad and means good.

and with reason because everything created. is worth to be destroyed because better it will be if nothing is created. so then everything you call Sin, destruction, shortly said what you call evil. actually, is my Element.   

I’m a part of said force which wants bad and creates good. I’m the Spirit that always denies that wants bad and means good. humble truth I speak to you if the Human in his World of fools, casually thinks of himself as complete   

I’m part of the part that was in the begin a Part of Darkness that bore light itself I’m a part of said force which wants bad and creates good.   

I’m the Spirit that always denies that wants bad and means good. I want to combine here to your service, on your blink not sleeping or rest, if we find us again on the other side, you shall do the same for me

Goethe's Faust / Spoken by Mephistopheles:

Within the bowels of these elements, Where we are tortured and remain forever. Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is must we ever be. And, to conclude, when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that is not heaven.”

Goethe's Faust / Spoken by Faust:

“Quiet, dog! Stop running to and fro! Why are you snuffling at the door? Lie down now, behind the stove, There’s my best cushion on the floor. Since you amused us running, leaping, Out on the mountainside, with zest, Now I take you into my keeping, A welcome, and a silent guest.”

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