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[thecircusfreaks]

@thompsonxxwitches

“Trish, I’m back, I picked up something to eat on the way back, just some Chinese.” Tex had been out all day. After what was said between them the other day, space felt approrpiate for them to cool off a bit. Tex still wasn’t entirely sure why things had been so touchy, she usually would have responded much more cool but he tried to not dwell on it too much. The plastic bag placed on the table with the containers of food inside.

[lunafaeris-archive]

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          “ ... Kurenai? You’re not... mad, are you? We can still stay in touch while I’m gone, so it’s not like it’s the end of world. Please just tell me that you’re not mad. ”

[cannibalcrush-blog]

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The lighting was played with, a soft wash of purple gave new perspective to the artistic ghoul’s work station. But soon the bulb began to flicker and fade - leaving Uta with only the harsh fluorescents.

“That was nice while it lasted,” he decided to head out into the wilderness of the city. To find a new hue-adjustable bulb.. or whatever they were called. He wasn’t going to outwardly admit that he should have been proactive about keeping a backup. It was all in the past, and now he had to deal with new struggles. 

He’d forgotten his sunglasses. And with black scelera still visible, he’d mistakenly made eye-contact. Uta mistook the concerned stare for misplaced recognition and he gave a slight smile - the corners of his mouth twitched upwards with a friendly, “Hey.”

[hhemeraa-a]

@smirkingrevenge​

Dio: I got a dollar. ;)

@thompsonxxwitches

“So you cost a literal dollar?” �� (William)

“...”

[xjelani-archive-blog]

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Fuck who is the question? lol

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[the-final-peace]

“ Will you fight? Or will you perish like a dog? ” (Fate to Death)

☠——[

The time had come.

The very reason for his existence, the ever distant duty that had now come far too soon. To erase all signs of life, and return all things to the void of nothingness. The final step.

             Wounded yet not slain, lays the form of his beloved opposite, the familiar crimson staining the ever hungry blades of the Reaper. A single blow was all it would take, that inch farther, to eradicate her..and in turn, himself. This climactic moment that all existence was designed to run towards and now..

                                 ..hesitation.

His duties where absolute, his laws without fault, none stood unequal..right? Doubts, regrets, and almost..fear. All rushing into his mind as he stood over the battered form of his beloved..he had done this, he had caused her this damage under the unwavering command of his duties. Yet, as that last shred of resistance began to falter, a familiar tone echoed within his head. 

                 “ Will you fight? Or will you perish like a dog? ”

A question.           A provocation.                   A CHALLENGE.

Break his chains. Shatter the duties he had sworn to uphold. Rip apart the very balance he had protected for so long, and create another. A being outside of space and time, still seemingly bound by his own destiny in the end, retrained by the very rules he upheld. All powerful, yet still stepping as he ‘should’.

                              NO LONGER

“None dare to command Death.” A faint muttering would escape pale lips, grasp upon his weapon tightening ever more and more. A fire growing within an ever frigid form, rage, a searing hatred and rebellious inferno rivaling that of War itself. He would be a tool of destiny no longer. He would sacrifice no more to an uncaring end.

                      “I will fight.”

[flxwergxrden-a]

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“ Can you please stop staring at me? “ It has been quite a while that Natalie had been aware of their piercing gaze; Something that was making her feel restless. 

[umbradevore]

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The Flesh Raiders, that was the name of Dolor’s personal legion. Much like their deacon and those of the empire they serve, brutal murder mixed in with hit and run tactics were how they operated. Much as their name should suggest, they raider for the flesh of others instead of other things like most bandits. Today was one such example, as the deacon of pain moved in her fleshcycle to lead the charge in a small village.

They arrived into the village without warning, dragging off local guards using meat hooks and consuming any villager they were able to grab with their claws. Dolor stopped her bike near the town square, giving out a sole declaration.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen. We have come to use your flesh to fuel a war you shall never understand. Fight, pray to your gods, surrender...it does not matter. Give up your flesh, we demand it~” Her voice sounded joyful and almost in near pleasure with her words, showing clear signs she was loving the misery being spread.