#timelesswitch

[youmustfighttotheend-archi-blog1]

timeless-witch has started following you.

It is a feeling she has long since felt, but a feeling she could and would never forget.  Edea's lungs grow heavy, her heart begins to race, her entire being stricken with panic, dread, and disbelief.  No.

She is in the presence of a heart brimming of rage and sin.  

Nothing less than a demon in human form.

NO.

"Ul-Ultimecia.." she hisses, trembling.

[hhyne-blog]

+ timeless-witch

"Another Sorceress—.. Are you going to blame me for your powers and fate as well? It seems to be a theme with you all."

[capti-in-tempore]

timeless-witch's time has stopped

"And who might you be...?"

There was a slight tone of awe lacing the young woman's voice as she stared at the other female before her. Her whole world had become grey figuratively and literally the day her whole world had been ripped from her, colours only coming to her in moments of importance or whenever she would meet someone with a special fate attached to them. Some came to her vibrantly, others were muted, but still there. Everyone had their own level of importance, no matter how small.

But this woman--!

Schooling herself to be more in control and collected, Julia stood straight as she faced down the Sorceress in front of her, never realizing that this woman was the cause of so much pain and sorrow in the past and the future.

"You seem to be an interesting one. May I have your name?"

She radiates colour, it's almost blinding.

A woman with much importance to the history of their world.

[lacedaether]

timeless-witch replied to your post: Can I just tell you how much I love how you roleplay? I’ve wanted to roleplay for a while, but I’m too shy…but either way, I hope we get to roleplay somehow soon!

ahhh animal crossing is going to suck your life away I’VE BEEN PLAYING SINCE I GOT IT

ooc:- Yup, I got it early this morning and well... let's just say I'm completely okay with it sucking my life away.~ (Casually plays it whilst watching the dash.)

[treasurescall]

CAN I ANSWER CAN I CAN I

NAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!! WHAT FUN BE THAT.

[featheredscalpel]

All this talk of baths and towels has actually made me desire a bath. So I'll get to that. But while I'm here, I'd like to ask: am I missing any replies for anyone on Shuu? I have drafts for Ryoko, Setzer, and Ultimecia. Did I miss anyone else?

Also did you know that chukar partridges take dust baths in real life?

[wingsofhauntilly-blog]

Rain down fire [nightmare]

The sky is alight with fire by reflection; it flickers, consumes, it dances waltzes across her face. It glints off of calcium, off of the bright-white-shatterheart spread of a cracked shriek. 

This is exactly as the stories foretold -- 

and thus she rises from the ashes, a sorceress devoured by fear, raining down fire and ice as feathers of white blot out sunlight, blot out hope, blot out life itself. She screams as a feral animal, as power uncontrolled, as a scared child fighting back. 

Her fear is a double edged sword; her fear is a two-sided coin and thus she eliminates all possibilities. Solitude doesn't equate to loneliness if it's self-induced; destruction isn't criminal if it's self defense.

Each tendril of fire is a whip, each shard of ice a knife, each quaking spell a retaliation towards acts not yet committed. Paranoia is her sanity's untimely end; nightmares are a stone against the mirror's smooth edges;

she shatters, it shatters, we shatter together. welkome home, sister

And his face, it's blurred by heat; his scar is growing, his scar is bleeding, peeling backwards at the seams and clean off; he is bone, he is dust, he is misunderstandings and unheard pleas 

please rinoa no, we love you, please rinoa,please

She is a textbook madhouse, she is the people's fear personified. She is destroying everything with laughter at her back; she is every expectation met and exceeded and coated in fire and blood and they scream, they beg

show us m e r c y 

and she says no with echoing laughter.

welkome home child, we are o n e

[timeless-witch-blog]

She is in his doorway in pieces;

her chest is split open straight down the middle; she is a mess of blade wounds and rushing blood and her grin is a radiant, sinister mess of crimson and pooling toxins draining from the side of her lips. She is tatters of flesh and bone and a severed wing short; 

she’s dead, she’s death, but she’s wholly alive and she’s dripping insanity all over the carpet —

the.r.e.i.s.n.o.e.skap.e.from.m.e.e.v.en.in.deat.h.

Her voice is Morse code, her voice is a night terror given form, her voice is crawling out in short gasps with a laugh critically broken.

y.o.u.ar.e.nev.er.fre.e.

Cracked open like a sieve, she is wholly human; there is her heart, her lungs, porcelain calcium folded backwards and outwards but as she moves forward, arm extended, she looks more like a shambling corpse;

her claw is on his chest, protruding bone and spilling blood and when she leans to whisper in his ear, he is covered in it, sticky threats and a slideshow of flashbacks and

even.in.death.i.own.you.