IN FLAMES OF HELL.

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Twin, 20+, tends to come and go here a lot due to this savage former prince being full throttle all the time. 

As usual this blog is single-ship though it’s still developing, with my wife’s Z/ero over on @intonaema is the first thing. I don’t take kindly to ships forced on me and will drop the thread if it seems like it’s about to have something forced.

Due to the nature of this muse I will admittedly be selective, but, please don’t be intimidated just because this mute murder hobo gets his murder on. As another note I tend to use alt FCs due to there not being much I can use for icons.

On that note, the nature of his pact took C/aim’s voice, any dialogue is more or less thought by him unless of course you want to say your muse can hear him. He tends to be the same either way involving the fact he’d sooner kill his way out of things.

Due to knowing the nature of D/rakengard in general, well D/rakenier, I will not expect people to know it and will adjust accordingly depending on who I interact with.

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@nadasdy There’s no one following me here, please already, give me the damn chance without this! I asked him to mediate because you weren’t letting me talk without it, you blocked me without it now too, just please talk to me already about working this out further and give me the chance!

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intonaema·:

❛  you look like a pissed off baby, grow up.  ❜  food was never a priority for her, she eats what she eats and moves on. no matter how minimal, as long as it was something, then it was enough.  this amount of meat surely was a change yet her attitude didn’t change.  ❛  you overdid it, again. all this meat for two people and two dragons? whatever, knock yourself out with hunting.  ❜

     “...” Not that he was doing it for no reason, it was just something that the red dragon mentioned. “She said something about the dumb ass needing to eat more due to his age. So that was suppose to go to him extra meat wise, not that I care much but it was something about him needing to grow.” Not that he gave a damn about dragon growth cycles but he noticed anyway that he was small in comparison which made this a chore. Stupid ass baby dragons he supposed. “Can always just toss it given he tends to be a bit too stupid.” Not that he’d expect her to argue anyway, that white dragon really was stupid even in the pride department.

[blueincandescence]

Tol v. Smol

Insp. 

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@purecried​ | continued

     “...” Reasoning with him? Him? There was no reasoning in him, no way for words to enter that skull of his to deter him from his choices and his rage. Even he didn’t give a damn that she was trying to lecture him outside of a would be snort at the notion of her thinking that he can be talked down. “Are you insane, woman? You’re nowhere a decent enough person to lecture me and I’d sooner stab myself to death than deal with hearing you act as if you’re the bigger person.” This being what he said, what he felt even if the words would not escape his lips. She wasn’t, nobody here was, the pure are too far in between the shit and she definitely was not one of them. He can feel it, he can tell. 

     He had seen it far too much to say that she was a damn hypocrite between her, Furiae, his own best friend, and even others that he had the misfortune of joining him on his rage fueled campaign of slaughter. “You already messed up the moment you opened that damn mouth of yours to lecture me, but since you’re so keen on your ways, why don’t you lay down and die?” Die like the rest of them even, he’d be happy to oblige even given he was growing irritated by this fake personality of hers. Disgusting.

[moonscythes]

POETRY STARTERS.

excerpts from andrea gibson’s ‘ take me with you. ‘

ON LOVE.

i intend to leave this life so shattered there better be a thousand separate heavens for all my flying parts.

maybe i need you the way that big moon needs that open sea.

has your heart ever been a hoarder? mine has, but mostly i don’t keep anything but my word.

do you know the night you told me you have a crush on my ears i swore to never become van gogh? and look, they’re both still here.

she makes me feel like i could win the lottery with a parking ticket.

before i met you my joy had such an early curfew it didn’t bother going out.

i know your life has been hard enough already.

we wear our traumas the way the guillotine wears gravity.

it takes a hell of a lot more muscle to stay than to go.

i wish i was the face you show to strangers when they ask you where you come from.

as for my heart, i’ll say: a music box is still a music box even when it’s closed.

i know it is not sexy to make out with someone who constantly has their foot in their mouth.

autumn is the hardest season. the leaves are falling like they’re falling in love with the ground.

i know some people build their safety with walls. me, i’m into demolition.

ON THE WORLD.

we have to create. it’s the only thing louder than destruction.

i believe there is such a thing as a nonviolent fist.

the high road gets backed up, and sometimes we need to take a detour straight through the belly of uncensored rage.

what i question is the idea of heaven having gates – silly.

safety isn’t always safe. you can find one on every gun.

i am aiming to do better.

i want peace when i’m dead.

i’m not the box the gift came in.

what if the weather keeps changing and we don’t?

we were all born on days when too many people died in terrible ways, but you still have to call it a birthday.

there is no weapon more dangerous than a wound. 

it’s cold where i come from. i learned to drown young.

nothing hurts more than living someone else’s life.

it’s a myth that kids are cruel, because we don’t grow out of it.

i just showed up at her house promising to paint my fingernails red with what would gush from her busted face if she ever said it again.

i am so grateful for having a mind that can be changed.

ON BECOMING.

a doctor once told me i feel too much.

beating yourself up is never a fair fight.

every good heart has lost its roof.

bitterness is hell.

you are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy.

ever feel like the best of you is something you’re still hoping to grow into?

i hope to always forgive faster than i write.

we all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.

i suppose i love this life in spite of my clenched fist.

i want to break every promise i have made to my pain.

i don’t consider myself a cold person, but there’s that windchill factor.

the worst thing that ever happened to me was not the worst thing that ever happened to me. hating myself for it was.

every answer is a grave.

everybody’s dark side is daytime somewhere.

brave is a hand-me-down suit from terrified as hell.

i couldn’t take a compliment without feeling like a thief.

i’m going to kill my own god to fall in love for the first time.

everybody’s survival looks a little bit like death sometimes.

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intonaema·:

❛ the fuck are you staring at?  earth to stupid, hey. i’m not dealing with this. ❜ he’s about to get a mouth full of fist instead of a snap of the finger in front of his face. 

     And that got him immediately to snap from his little confused crisis, even if he decided against saying what caused it. Well, ‘saying’ anyway. “... if he starts calling us mom and dad, the hell do we do?”

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     “...” Wait, if one of them is a parent due to specific circumstances then who’s now the fa-... oh hell, now he’s on mental shutdown at the realization. There goes the savage prince for now.

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    Guess who’s back!

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@intonaema​ said: “  guess you’ll just have to fight me.  ”

    Fine by him it seemed like, given he already moved to remove that hood of his. “...” Though this time he didn’t exactly have his sword on hand, fists it is then he supposed. “Whatever floats your damn boat.” He had no room to judge nor complain about how it worked for her.

[blackcatrph]

☞☞ quotes i found on pinterest sentence starters pt. one ☜☜

“  i’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife.  ” 

“  i’m fine, i’ve had worse.  ”

“  death too must be earned.  ”

“  how do you destroy a monster without becoming one ?  ”

“  am i a bad person ?  ”

“  family isn’t who you’re born with, it’s who you’d die for.  ” 

“  are you flirting or starting a fight ?  ”

“  i’ll survive, somehow i always do.  ”

“  um.. that’s my emotional support knife collection.  ”

“  tell me; would you kill to save a life ?  ”

“  i am someone who did not die when they should of.  ”

“  i’ve never been good at emotional stuff. except anger. i’m good at anger.  ”

“  you can’t protect everyone !  ”

“  i have to try.  ”

“  turn the pain into power.  ” 

“  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ”

“  are monster born or created ?  ”

“  chin up kid, they’d kill to see you fall.  ”

“  if he puts his hands on you, cut them off.  ”

“  i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me.  ”

“  don’t play games with me. don’t ever think you’re capable of that.  ”

“  the question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.  ”

“  something had made your eyes go cold.  ”

“  you haven’t even seen my bad side yet.  ”

“  everybody knows that i’m a mess.  ”

“  i’m sorry i let you down.  ”

“  well, if it isn’t the feeling i was trying to avoid.  ”

“  you are not your father.  ”

“  even on your bad days, be kind.  ”

“  you don’t want me and i need to accept that.  ”

“  stay gentle. everyone is at war.  ”

“  the risk i took was calculated. but clearly i am bad at maths.  ”

“  i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness ?  ”

“  always be a little kinder than necessary.  ”

“  kind words cost nothing.  ”

“  i am being perfectly fucking civil.  ”

“  we’ll never be those kids again.  ”

“  i’m the original family disappointment.  ”

“  if karma doesn’t hit you, i fucking will.  ”

“  if you can’t be happy, at least you can be drunk.  ”

“  you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but i’m here.  ”

“  guess you’ll just have to fight me.  ”

“  i never asked to be like this.  ”

“  wow.  you’re a dick.  ”

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Where do you go when you close your eyes?

Gunmetal.

the lavish party before your eyes is yours to claim, dear inmate. you've imprisoned yourself in a sea of society's lies for far too long, and it's time you get everyone screaming. do you feel the weight of the crown on your head? is it digging into your skull? what of the knives in your chest; the accusations against your good name? shrug them off like you would a fur coat. show the world the light, dear royal.

Tagged by - @intonaema​ | Thanks too love! Tagging - Nobody unless you see this.

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intonaema·:

like a dog running back with a stick is how this looked to her, like he wanted her to see what he found.  a scoff leaves her as prosthetic hand rests on her hip, eye glancing over the blade in silence before tossing it behind her without remorse. ❛  my sword works just fine, jackass. lets get a move on, you’ve slowed me down enough with this bullshit. ❜   they’re in intoner territory, after all.

    “...” Figures. Then again it was a similar story with his, whatever got the job done he supposed though he would have assumed she’d have at least sold that damn thing. It looked ornate, shockingly anyway. Not that he gave much of a care for who he killed and took from whilst holding out the bag of blood stained gold to her. He took long perhaps, but they had more than he would have liked. Stupid armor. “...” By his expression he was wanting to say however. “... which of your stupid sisters is here anyway?” 

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@intonaema​ said: strike . 

     “...” The punch didn’t move him much less faze him it seemed by how that once ‘calm’ expression shifted into a snarl. Not even a moment later this hulking brute of a prince had soon responded in kind by punching her in the same exact spot, on the cheek. That dragon sighed from what he noticed and even seemed annoyed already they had began anew their violent desires running rampant to the point they would attack one another. Even if there was something at this time confusing him the more it went on.

     It was as if something had happened, something in all their rage, their fights, the relief given after their aggression had been curbed just enough, the roughness and the way they just kept up with one another. It confused him what the feeling was supposed to be, their companions knew save for that dumb-ass of a dragon of hers and the youngest out of them in Seere’s case. Yet, none of them would speak up nor dare to do it. It was almost as if they were afraid to say it unless they desired to face their aggression, their rage at being told the obvious.

     “... if you’re trying to fight me don’t hold your damn punches! Come on, you’re not getting out of this easily this time, Zero!” Was what was said though unheard by normal ears. Even with the feeling being foreign to him with all his aggression, the one thing that was unsaid was quite obvious but was best left discovered another time. Perhaps it’s why he responded in kind to her violent urges, knowing she can keep up with this bulked up and bloodthirsty prince. “Otherwise I’ll not bring back that meat I owe you.” He still owed her for his previous loss after all.

[ohisms]

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .    ‘ my ’ muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .  gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse . ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .   ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→    𝐈𝐕 .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

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intonaema·:

she’s just going to wait for him to figure out the answer, come on dipshit you got this.

    “... stop trying to snap my neck you damn gremlin.” Wrong choice of words, Caim.

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Due to his pact, Caim is unable to speak, however select few are able to hear his voice. Any sign of speech comes usually from expressions, unfortunately they only vary between thousand yard stares, deadpan, and murderous aside from more ‘calm’ moments for him.