digrity is here suddenly my day is better , stab me with those fangs anytime
BABY ! you don’t have to tell me twice .
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╰ ・゚✧ * — & Peut-être qu'il flanche : todrain.
« Because I told you –it will end up with you being massacred. I’ve seen it. » she-beast snarled and his voice sang along like picked chords of a soft instrument –trying to bestow reason somehow, to try to make the scorned one regain some common sense that seemed to be lost along the way. « Is it really worth it? Risking your life for something this dangerous? »
I : crowd of cries , mass of people . echos of remembering stills cold glances cross ’ hearts wire. It’s a overcoming of burden , deepening of pride and a connotation from good will she doesn’t own or find beneath layers of peeling forgiveness. she’d act so clueless . And endless array of sun for those deprived of light in lives of grey summers. To sing something so pure and everlasting without regret ———— there are tears that fall in darkness’ array of roses fallen onto silken sheets of the rich. Bare it with will they say , shall it bring what you wish for instead of what you need. ❛ little dove , ya’ don’t get it do ya ? ❜ sweeter than sweet , bitter resemblance of honey summoned from sapphire brew. ❛ i have no fears for what you see . Don’t you think i’ve already listened to many warnings in my time ? it’s never stopped me then nor now . Risking my life just adds to the fun of it all . ❜
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╰ ・゚✧ * — & L'un qui sait du vrai art : cagedesign.
❛ it’s not kind to stare. ❜ head on an axis, he turns to look over at the woman who stood alone. she was a regular at his work, a lover of art ————— yet it did not feel like a coincidence that their paths have intertwined out in the public.
❛ pity . ❜
IV : chains come so easily to break , prides ribs digging ,
chest heaving . It’s the burn in lugs without air . seeping for
retaliation in what it can’t have.
( beauty stained pon ’ devastation’s greatest canvas ; corpses silenced with the silky ding of victory. ) roar of hurricanes , melody composed to the sweetest tone . treading carefully way ‘ from illustrations of the dark. abyss ’ driving insanity to depths of the most shallow of waters : morn’s light , new rhythm’s mockery speaks deceit in honestly // v : next it’s a laugh & a step closer . for she reeks danger ! watch out baby ! ❛ ———— maybe i just can’t help m’self . maybe im ’ just intrigued by you . so can it be so unkind to look ? ya ‘ should be thankful that i look and don’t touch . isn’t that the rule of the art pieces here ? ❜
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╰ ・゚✧ * — & Peut-être qu'il flanche : todrain.
« This is a conversation that shouldn’t be heard. » Thus the shadow child let them become lithe like tendrils from lovecraftian imagery as they moved to close well the door, nothing but the steps of the gracious lady echoing within the walls one at a time. Shoulders would drop slightly as he sighed, figure flopped on the chair behind him, legs stretching slightly on the desk underneath –and one hand gesturing gently the female to take a seat right in front of him. « Despite being bound to my job, people might still get the wrong idea if hearing our lil discourse about… our art. »
moonlight’s futile endeavors , seeping dreaming & hollowing
wreckage deepening adroitness brew to give for another lift and fall.
it’s PRAYING !
CAN ONE SEEK SUCH A SIN THROUGH THE FIRE ?
come on little sculptured figure ! do you seek acceptance with chipped wings ? ( O, dual definition sings songs of bloodied tears brewed from the fountain ; deadly will twisting round ’ blistered neck . ) she ignores , disdain everlasting for those she wishes to seek so much from yet does not wish to entertain. ❛ indeed i must believe so. shame to think we can’t shout to the heavens ━━━━━ ‘d be quite entertaining i’d have to admit ❜ vultures bite at her skin yet it’s a devils smirk that tugs corners of lips. back leaning against wall , arms cross ’ chest. ❛ yet i rather we not beat round’ the bush. Though i have many years it’s not time i’d like to waste. We’re both mature enough to know between the two of us , we don’t need to hide it. ❜
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i see you but you don't see me.
SEND MY CHARACTER WEIRD ANONS.
❛ simply, you can believe what you’d like my dear … ❜ sweetness dripped in charcoal breaks. validity twisted into devils horror and oh so holy sin ! speak ! WILL YOU SPEAK ! it’s gods prayers you seek . With eyes the see so much but do not show . Lips that keep so much in but slither into the deepest of holes . PARASITE ! black hearts dammed with silver lining ! // chorus of screams ! RIP IT FREE ! ❛ ━━━━━ but what’s saying i don’t see you see me ?? ❜
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memesgaloor:
Creepy anons, generally weird ones, you name it!
Send my character weird anons.
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cagedesign:
independent. selective. original character. ahn geun-woo.
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╰ ・゚✧ * — & Un homme d'un grand nombre : veracitic.
“ good. so just a heads up; I’M PETTY all the time. ” a scoff. his face was unsmiling despite her expression. sam was unimpressed, his arms crossed soon after she uttered her observation. “ i gave you one job. one. job. how am i supposed to trust you ? ”
❛ ———— and i’ll just add that one to my list then shall i ?? ❜ reclines in her seat , eyes unaware . It’s not of her bother she concludes . indelicate for such innocent and delicate eyes to muster . what a lie ! It’s more subtle now, a smirk and arms crossed together instead. ❛ where is your patience ?? i would have been able to do it if you didn’t remove me so fast that i didn’t get chance . ya’ ruined all the fun you know. ——— huh. how am i supposed to trust you ?? whats saying you didn’t do it on purpose ?? ❜
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╰ ・゚✧ * — &. Une fleur. L'un qui maintient fermement la lumière : oculvus.
“C'est vrai…? ”
Roseate lips were those who torn themselves open by a crack, a journey was awaiting somewhere in the future holding OPEN doors for new tremelous wafts of the leaves of a new beginning. Snow carefully everywhere descending; and soon BUTTERFLIES will find their way back to the tenderly green meadows. Splendid { AROMA } will fill the air, of little flowers so pure like children, and many unspoken stories hidden in the roots of the trees, somewhere down the ground, where dewdrops were unseen. She was smiling in the stillness, a sigh escaping cheeks.
‘’Nantes has always been a desired destination. You should show me your roots for I have already seen your crown, DIVINE leaves of royal history. I am blessed. Let us just wait until the spring reveals itself in its utter beauty. Then we shall go.’’
❛ Bien sûr , ce serait une façon de montrer combien je suis
reconnaissant de vous mon cher. ❜
like doves curled into centers . Waiting to swarm like angels cross ’ warming skies. It’ll be the smell of flowers becoming her new favorite fragrance. tender swell of a chest that breathes in crisp air . Fresh brews from dawn to day that dances with energy corss’ masses of those bathing in warmth after the cold of winter scared the sun away . ————— it comes with the delicate smile that lifts her lips. the dulcimer sweet voice that’s elegantly practiced but is only offered to the latter. It’s the chanting of melodic cries ! a sign of goodness to come from the bitterness of the past . She doesn’t loath spring : though it comes with beauty that lives a fulfilled life and is able to fall and pass a soft death.
❛ A place that will always tend to my heart on the darkest of moments . A house is always a home. i’d be honored to show you where my story began . Where i was only so tiny there . so frail and so small . It has true beauty and meaning i’d like to offer when flowers bloom and the skies are clear . tell me, how do you hold so much interest towards a simple place like Nantes ?? ❜
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╰ ・゚✧ * — &. Le diable se cache toujours dans la lumière : @emmorte.
EMANATED NERVOSE / the gossamer suffusion of macabre lingers on his skin & wan fingers worry through hair perhaps weeks outgrown. ❛ ― and what if you are the EVIL , what then ? who is there to stare back ? is there no one ? ❜ wintered words dissolve between them with death - like gravity , a morbid consideration.
it’s wilted flowers that rot and die but sharp thorns still stay intact . The hollow of lungs when there’s no air left to take in and all that’s gone is the desolate prayers of the living wishing for help from the dead. Sadness engraved with a bitter snare, biting down on flesh and devouring a banquet with a smirk on cunning lips . ❛ if you are the evil ?? then you must face it. ————— no matter how you wish against it . if you are the evil it will be your eyes staring back at you . and sadly you can’t get rid of what your own eyes can see. ❜
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╰ ・゚✧ * — & C'est la raison de la sécheresse, même avec la pluie : cruents.
can you tell the difference between a man and a picture? he is unmoving, unbreathing, unliving, not a crease upon marble carved skin, not a curse in the depth of black hues or the gentle shade of pink smeared across his lips, not a hint to the rotten ichor used as paint in the making of this once - human picture, for moments, for seconds ——- (when life is an eternity ever - present, isn’t a second just like a year? it never stops ticking the clock of the dead. its never like a bird of freedom, this death). park raises a single eyebrow, fingers drumming through pitch locks of hair & thus, the sticky, heavy silence surrounding him : ceases. ❛ a good taste. tacky ———- however, do enlighten me. ❜
She’s the opposite. shadow of fingertips trailing across smooth skin to a delicate human figure or the name at the tip of your tongue . Not a crease to be seen in fine woven pieces , rich and made with the finest silk . A drawing of precision yet mended with words , an angelic voice to sing to exquisite virtues. ❛ my sweet , it’s very simple. ❜ drifted through clouds , stroked in details to the softest engagement. shadow neath’ night highlighting the soft hue of her skin and moon’s glow reflecting the glass of wine wrapped in slender hand . ❛ what you commend as tacky is what i see as beauty . exquisite flavor delved in the deepest of my being . you see , it’s not so much the initial taste that rings on your tongue but the taste that lingers after. reminding you of the delicacy you’ve tasted. ❜
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╰ ・゚✧ * — &. Il est la douleur dans les veines ensanglanté : ceriseflame.
fangs retract from delicate flesh and his grip upon the woman’s hips loosens , motionless body hitting the ground without care as blood is still fresh on his lips . ❝ I’D ASK IF YOU WANT TO JOIN , but you’re a little too late . ❞ damon turns on his heel , guides his thumb across the corner of his mouth , and a smirk tugs at the edges of his lips . ❝ you enjoy the show ? ❞
licks velour soft lips , head tilted down , low gaze seeping in thick air . ❛ L'enfer me semble trop près mais maintenant... ❜ silken words drip, pleasure of coal black tresses swept back behind sculptured shoulders . stirs from the heavens , head thrown back as she inhales . flash of porcelain white teeth. a few steps closer . click of fine made heel echos cross’ floor and she relishes in the sound. ❛ that’s too bad. ❜ it’s not at all sweet. Perfect parting of lips to a pout as a twine of hair twists around a slender finger . lure teasing , fangs flashing by now . ❛ what an art you’ve displayed right in-front of my eyes to devour. ———— i’d complain about how you didn’t even save me a measly drop , but i’d care to believe just the sight has given me my fill. ❜
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how to becky : crying, screaming and laugh, all 3 at the same time, WOW TEACH ME UR WAYS
who is popi ? is it a tree ?? a drink ?? someone explain to me pls. my ass does a-level drama u hav to multi-task while wanting to die in da lesson honestly. oculvus replied to your photo: aye my lil cherries ! this is…u said im a grape not a cherry / also wen doe ?? and if i did ( tho i don’t bloody recall. ) it’s not grape . i meant *great. ;) U SEE WHAT I DID THERE.
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‘ a connotation of infinity sharpens the temporal splendor of this night. ’
‘’when souls which have forgot frivolity in lowliness,noting the fatal flight.”
Scarlet red lips parting, beloved words spreading, poetry was a gasp of fresh air, that would collect anything cracked. AMOROUS of the endless beauty of the art of writing. ‘’You are approaching like a sunset to welcome the NOCTURNAL leaves.’’ A sanguine slice of the tongue, rare amiability.‘’Would you like to know that I have a precious gift for my rose, enchanting and captivating. Persian silk, that would please your likings. A royal present for a royal persona, mademoiselle.’’
Fidelity was the perfect noun for such a relationship. The ship of hidden spells and the water with its dark coldness. They never clashed ( that would happen beyond all possibilities, these, however, shouldn’t be mentioned ). ‘’Those flowers, that blossom when you step on the ground, wither beneath my steps. And for this I have nor will I give any apologies. ‘’
Fingers holding a rosewood box.Within lays a delicate material.Engraved inscription.Desdemona Melaina
‘’I am not saying it was easy to find.’’
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╰ ・゚✧ * — &. Celui qui n'écoute pas.: @blckvcnom.
they have warned him a COUPLE of times , that’s for certain. but would he EVER listen after the first two ?? of course not. terrible beastie is not so easily swayed by concern. ‘ i mean … if ya want to get TECHNICAL … ten times. ‘
❛ there are so many times where i wonder why i put up with ya’ y’know. ❜ amusingly desolate , laughter split like pours dripping lucre, spoiled carnage . ruined days. ❛ yet i’m still here , even when ya’ don’t listen . One day you’re gonna wind up with an arm missin’ and you’ll say how sorry ya are that you didn’t listen to what little ol’ des’ had to say. ❜
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╰ ・゚✧ * — & Un nouveau départ pour : @hekateheir.
it’s a strand of black brushed from her face , angelic dotes of the most lushes blooms uttered in destiny’s brew. Heavens sent angel gone , disguised as the devil. ❛ come on sweetness ! With a face like that you’ve gotta have em’ falling at ya’ feet . Flash em’ a smile and they’re all yours. ❜
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