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I sit on a man’s back, choking him and making him carry me, and yet assure myself and others that I am very sorry for him and wish to ease his lot by all possible means - except by getting off his back.

Leo Tolstoy (via bringthesevenosevenout)

CHAINED TO ETERNITY.

he’s tainted of her.  hymns drip from cerise brims   (  PETALS   of sacred betrayal,  sheathing honey wrought verbose which seeks to   D E S T R O Y.  ),   and he’s already   PLAGUED.   bubonic pores wreak of memory,  bedside prayer betwixt moonlit sonata and decrepit cathedral.   a cathedral they set flame to.   TIME AND TIME AGAIN.   pyre sought destruction,  a taste for poisoned chalice,  prayer at a carnal temple,  repeat.   ravage.   feed.   REPEAT.   gravestone where morals should lay.   his body is a mausoleum for holy death,  a museum of lost hope,  a shrine to   JUDAS   himself.   always bestowing others with thorned wreaths.   always adorning pestilence.   exorcise him,  gilded chest of fractal   DIVINE INTERVENTION   (  his creation  )   percolating in feigned imploring symphonies:   EXORCISE HIM.   but,  he’d never let you.   he’d never let you tread close to molasses heart,  overcome in   ASH   and guarded by putrefied   BONE. 

he breathes war,  bleeds ruin,  and   BREEDS   perfidy.   with he who so eagerly sins,  there cannot be trust. when there is no trust,  scarab is left to feast upon christened demons and the whereabouts of the last beacon of frail bond. 

                    ❛       you gotta stop   stalkin’   me then,  sweetheart. 

❛                                      stalking you ?   that’s rich.   ❜

SHE SHEDS THE WEIGHT OF   her transgressions with the malice of a candy-coated smile, the guise cultivating hidden destruction.   guilt performs well under the circumstance of awareness.   ah, but innocence is lost, from celestial dexterity to temptation of fractured boundary.   wax decay under each dust hymn, the broken ring of purity.   trust is a virtue; he is devoid of any.   yet the acceptance is warranted since she is devoid of virtue in its entirety.

and the audacity !!   -— of his false divinity, the venom underlining the words dripping from his mouth ( he was the first one to leave, in the end ).   how he claims to hold his ground, but the truth is exposed between the both of them, under unseen consensus.   how he thinks he still has the power to get under her skin, or so she would imagine.   it’s insulting, his very presence.   prayers like broken bones, strung within a canvas of vibrant color, rotting corpses and shattered glass.   from the ashes of a holy battleground, in her eyes, mixed with the curvatures of abandoned dialect.

but she’s a tainted form of persephone.   she’s arched by conformity because she will lose her war otherwise, her smile the only indication of a response, at first, before the words poisoned by her tongue create a new myth              bringing clarity to the facade.   lips begin to curl in dissatisfaction.

a wolf.   reborn under sunlight.

❛   tell me another joke, maxen.   a funny one, this time.   ❜

stealstime ♥′d.

REMOTE ACIDITY.   AS ELASTIC AS   the abandoned awareness in the tomb of her chest.   she leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, expression tightened with something unrecognizable.

❛                                what do you want ?   ❜

i gained a few followers, sweats. like this for a short starter.

the same old tale of you:   all your angels in one place,   a susurrus of wings;   of what to do with this mass grave manifested in a girl.   a reopened wound for a gathering of ghosts;   a past that taunts,   a war between what was & what could be,   the present a tense you can’t quite feel.   your fingers are always cold.   always digging for another corpse to hold. ( x )

ok so ta-da!!!   here it is!!   iris’   first ever bias list   out of all of her accounts ever!!   i just can’t believe the amount of love and support and reception for maxen n the short few weeks he’s been here??   i have never felt so strongly for a muse before,  and a lot of this has to do with him being an insufferable asshole but also this world i get to create and share with all of you , and  that more than 600 people thought this world and this character was worth sharing and being a part of his journey.   i’m speechless!!   with only a hint of backstory   SO FAR   ( which will be posted today! ),   this many people were intrigued enough to follow maxen’s journey and for that i’m so grateful!   NOT ONLY THAT,   but i’ve met / gotten close to so many amazing people through maxen,  which is   even better.   i love you all so much,  and can’t express my gratitude.   thank you,  thank you !! 

( also maxen winking in that gif is me n ur all the poor girl getting hit on, i don’t make the rules ) 

i’d steal for you. 

@orbitaire (✦) / @noblehell - @insiting ( ✦) / @celestialastray (✦) / @adellaenchanted (✦) / @irlfleurmal (✦) / @adeloes (✦) / @thronestolen (✦) / @satanicism ( ✦) / @moralsofajackal ( ✦)

lover’s lane. 

@myshkas  /  @deadsolo  /  @desertborne  /  @arcvnum - @astralmechanic  /  @voidblesse  /  @cursedays - @pcthetics  /  @veilled  /  @charmerattack  /  @hermanogecko  /  @purrsuasion  /  @voleurtour  /  @cerynitiis  /  @exulantis  /  @lawtheory - @wreighe  /  @forcepiloted  /  @nobodiesgovernor  /  @battlewrought  /  @lionswrath  /  @seduceddeath  /  @swordriven  /  @praesaga - @wildesix  /  @witchyblackcat  /  @witchvicious  /  @ghoulardii  /  @frightsight  /  @yorksmith  /  @beastslaying - @boganrang  /  @republici - @deadfollows  /  @nabxrrie  /  @cryokinetics  /  @alleyspat  /  @toshootfirst  /  @alderanian  /  @indxstress  /  @mxdam  /  @bitchsnake  /  @degeneris  /  @monsterfucked  /  @sacrfie  /  @whatsthesiitch  /  @euphorira  /  @burzxm  /  @drakkina  /  @siihas  /  @asundrop  /  @fragiliis  /  @devouringpulse  /  @autolatrism  /  @herroyaldarkness  /  @hxwlett  /  @profanemouth  /  @xgamora  /  @abamentia  /  @celeth  /  @masochisticsadist  /  @ofraid  /  @staticskull  /  @kinginnuendo  /  @miiserably  /  @chasen  /  @scientiiam  /  &. YOU

mushy stuff

so before i get into the bias list and give away, i just ?? i’m super bad at writing this stuff but i wanna say thank you to all of you guys for following me bc it’s been a while since i’ve had this kind of reception towards an oc mine so this is so fucking amazing ?? jusT LIKE…THANK U ALL SM…. I LOVE U…okay…nd now 4 the bias list nd then the giveaway

the ultimate bae bc where would i b w/o her:

@stealstime –– this is my special thanks section to you honestly bc…tbh if it wasnt for you i wouldn’t have enid and like…UGH GIRL YOUR SUCH AN INSPO TO ME AND LIKE……IM SO GLAD I’VE MET YOU AND I CAN NOW SAY YOUR MY ABSOLUTE BEST FRIEND LIKE ?? UGH IRIS ILY SM…THANK YOU FOR INSPIRING ME TO KEEP W IT AND INCLUDING ME IN THIS WONDERFUL IDEA YOU’VE CREATED AND JUST..UGH I LOVE YOU HO

the lovelies whom i’ve come to call friends / interacted with / wish to someday get to know / are inspired by:

@beastslaying, @insiting, @thronestolen, @frightsight, @celestialastray​, @cryokinetics, @wreighe, @cursedays, @dementally​, @deadsolo​, @swordriven​, @celystial​, @sacrfie​

and now for the giveaway info under the cut bc this is my thanks to you guys for clickin that follow and becoming my children by default

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Why should I retract my claws for you? What do I earn from playing nice? I’ll choke on the cries I leave in my throat. I am not sorry. If I am angry, I will be angry. I will be blinding light I will be rage and shaky hands I will be venom and teary eyes I will not laugh at your jokes I will not tuck my fangs away to smile for you. I will look you dead in the eye and I will spit out teeth that are not mine.

“Ammit” by Jasmine Khaliq (via jasminekhaliq)

STRUNG DIVINITY.

lashes flutter in beat of butterfly wings, crown cants to side and anthracite hues fix upon a venus de milo. brims stained by pomegranate part in silence, envy to carved marble figure flits across features ‘fore stupor breaks, silvery tone echoing quietly from harmony struck chords.

❛ –––– enid.. and you ? if i may ask the same ? ❜

❛   laurel.   ❜

WITH THE DRAWN ACIDITY OF   comprehension.   the way a delicate face twists in rivalry, wringing her heart, the way the name enid smears itself across a wall of acceptance, commanding authority when she has the tendency to shift.   a blade, marred by neurotic dips, depravity.   venom coloring a web of cyanic veins, the sinister dip behind the curve of her lips.

❛    your name sounds familiar.   ❜

the calm before the storm.   the promise of it rests in the forest of constellations in her eyes, saved by the glint of performance.

Alex craig

I want God to look at me. I want to be the first sinner to cauterize his clandestine wounds; to be the first beautiful thing he abandons heaven for.

Camillea (via maelinoe)

orbitaire.

THE AUDACITY TO BATHE IN   the lack of propriety, it's embraced.   although, morality wears her expression in increments of exhausted confirmation; thus, she’d much rather leave her inclination with the branches of possibility.   glacier-skinned consequence, the means to disrupt the illusion of halcyon.

❛                            and who might you be ?   ❜

CHAINTED TO ETERNITY.

there had been plucked trinket betwixt elongated limbs,  fingerpads of gilded grease,  brass dirt,  bronze blood,  galaxies of divine intervention manifests in scars.   a sliver of his being expected the touch,  another fraction of cerberus  caught wholly   EXPOSED.   jaw cants,  almost   GLIDES   to connect like limb to oak,  to the broad bone of his shoulder.   argent optics flicker to catch her own glacial gaze,  thicket of lashes obscuring mischievous glint,   POLARIS   entrapped   (  S T O L E N  ).   brims pull to capture   RAPTURE   in devious grin.   ironic was the religion in his frame, fractals of   GODLY   kaleidoscope wrought in stygian vein, soot root.   HEAVEN’S UNWANTED,   banned from opal gates and succumbed to the fate of criminal activity.   a new altar at an insidious cathedral. 

                     ❛       we’ve   GOT   to stop meeting like this.

THIS IS WHERE HER UNHOLY   adoration is found.   caught in knots, in the lining of her jaw.   the mouth of a predator, grace waning at the ruins of a battleground.   where clouds of dust and seas of blood JUSTIFY the weight of a savage kind.   wax poetry stains her lips like rose wine, a contradiction to the lax ivory presented with the kiss of a sneer.   languid fingers saunter across his chest, gold clawing passages of contradictory redemption under the stain of marble.

intensity.   the focus of gospel pinned between her teeth.

the north star becomes a myth, pocketed in her breastbone, captured in the tomb of her chest.   enamored, pieced beauty.   the tomb for a heart stuck in decaying peace.

❛   we should stop meeting altogether.   ❜   or are your prayers too saturated to let me go ?

stealstime.

BROKEN VOWS CARVE INTO THE   smile like a declaration of war, thick and vibrant rose.   intricate.   a new language on an ancient tongue, refined by the dawn of a recreated era.

diluted adoration, but still measurable despite her attempt to create contrast.   words cut through the silence, pointed weapons, shattered glass.   strewn across ruins, their own form of sacrilege.   MERCY strung, decaying her heart         she mars his, neurotic tendency the means of their reform.   the point of no return.   her heart is cognizant of the lack of neutrality delivered by time, a hand lifting to rest on his shoulder, softly.   just stroking the bond of tender curiosity.

❛                                this is getting old, y’know.   ❜

There’s nothing I dislike more than being in a photo shoot where they say, ‘Be yourself.’ That’s not why I became an actress. That’s what I find so funny: that you become an actor, and all of a sudden, everyone wants to know about you. But I didn’t become an actor so I could show you me.