hell is empty,

♛ until high noon ; { open }

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 16:34:50 -0700

Click. The sound of his black shoes against the pavement echoed listlessly in the evening. A rattle of plastic followed. The golden king winded the chain in his hand, and carried it begrudgingly. It was all he had, sans the highstyle clothing he wore once. Nightlife in city was adequate, and the people were stronger and stranger than he’d imagine. Money was water to him. Why, Gilgamesh already found a wad of cash folded neatly in his pocket as if deliberately placed there. He fingered through the bills, criticizing its plain design and old stink. Though he had no memory of collecting it, he slipped it back in his pocket; what’s his is his.

Behind streetlamps, a lowly thief skulked from the shadows, seeing the money. Thinking the golden man was off-guard and “helpless”, he charged in like a mad bull, shakily holding a switchknife. Gilgamesh peered from the corner of his eyes, too bored to laugh. Bad entertainment, the king unhurriedly avoided the first assault, letting the thief fall flat on his face. It was time to put a dog out of its misery.

Gracefully, he parried the second, drunken attack and knocked the knife into his own hand. Panic coloured the bastard’s face, making the king all the more bored. Just thinking of the unspectacular death made him yawn. He threw the knife with truer aim and pierced his thief’s throat, who then gurgled desperately for air and died in a pool of warm blood. His own body still perfect and strong, the king took small comfort in that.

“You’ve gotten dirty.” Gilgamesh grimaced, mild irritation flashed across his visage. Speckles of blood dotted the brighter chain links. He lightly kicked at the corpse once and moved onward. Wiping the plastic chain clean, he despised the trinket all the more, but he would not have something filthy on his person. A king must always be presentable, however silly his artefacts.

“Hm?” He glanced to the side. A scurrying rat, Gilgamesh thought and disregarded whomever it was that stumbled upon the gruesome scene. It was a fair warning. But whatever wretch stood behind the king still followed furtively, a good five or so paces away. Stopping, he decided to have the good grace to glance at the mongrel’s visage.

“What an irritating presence.” Deep, ruby eyes fell on the stranger. “Did you come to beg?” The stranger had not screamed “murder” yet, so he could only assume the little lowborn was too terrified, too horrified to utter a sound. Better yet, the lowborn was of questionable origin. Delightful. Entertain me. Gilgamesh smirked, and half-heartedly swung the toy chains. “Perhaps I’ll acquire a better plaything, after all.”

Eventide had swiftly gained the favour of the red devil, the flow of people trickling into a more tolerable level. Armour clinked lightly with each step forward, the only indication that someone had been taking what seemed to be a leisurely stroll down the cemented pathway. This city reeked with the disgusting odor of familiarity, with the squeaks of rats in the drainage pipes below their feet. Scoffing in reminiscence, the least these irksome scientists could have done being to tidy up than to keep it in constant squalor.

A voice had cut through the darkness no sooner than her thoughts drifting into the blackened sky. Carmine hues lifted in the direction that it had come from, the figure of a man not too far off. Metal clanked as her right arm let the heavy sword in her grasp rest upon the ground, if only but a moment as she moved to poke the corpse beside her with the tip in inspection. Blood lingered in the air from the oozing wound, attention returning once more to the presumed murderer.

“ If you’re going to throw trash around, at least make use of the dumpsters that are scattered about. “

Simple words laced with little care, completely monotonous. Whether this man had just committed a crime or not did not seem to bring her bother, nor did the words she disregarded. Provocation would take more than labeling her as some toy or a beggar; the demon-esque knew better than anyone that she was above such pitiful naming amongst this city of lab rats.

An arm swung her King Saw loftily over one shoulder, head tilting to the side as her pale visage continued to offer him naught but apathy. “ Even then, if you’re going to kill the thing then keep it out of sight.

I’d rather not see filth cluttering the streets I walk. “

gilgameshsexual: by まるメロン

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 15:18:09 -0700

gilgameshsexual:

by まるメロン

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Sat, 16 Feb 2013 00:14:18 -0800

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Wed, 17 Oct 2012 01:22:00 -0700

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Wed, 18 Jul 2012 02:51:00 -0700

♕ tainted black ;

Tue, 10 Apr 2012 23:08:00 -0700

arthurus:

“… Doth mine eyes deceive me, or does thou accept mine offer?” Blasé optics bored upon the cognizance of the other with a careful perusal as an incredulous expression edged across her ivory visage. There was a slight scoff; a scoff of nihilism whilst golden hues perverted a downcast fixation upon the partisan. “Thou dare to look down upon mine [offer]. It is I who shall implore the query of if and if not, thou would allow thyself to dance in the deluge of such bloodshed… But ah—~”

A small pause and a mirthful smile. So long had it been since the alter had encountered such crisp enthusiasm! Had it not been for the little blue lady’s sensitivity to such a vile disease, she would’ve never thought she would revere the day she could once again, live! Live as in with her own bodice, power, vision, taste, hearing, touch! But this challenger… It was obvious that she was being satiric when commenting on the enthusiasm. A partisan who found no light in a wager of war— blasphemy! The alter could not help but laugh, laugh a jaunty tune which would’ve frozen any of her subjects stone-cold.

“Will thou be able to hold on?” She admonished with great gaiety, an eyebrow risen inquisitively. The alter was brazen enough to loom over the acceptor. Never in her life had she encountered one who would question her prowess; it was obvious the challenger had faith in her own. But ah—! So it was the blue lady’s assets had been taken away. It was such a shame; the alter loved the blade she had so happened to taint during her last encounter in the real world. That no longer mattered, she mused thoughtfully. She’d be able to improvise. Her mana supply had been stored to its maximum, after all.

“Come hither, plebeian! I shall surmise thou prowess through mine eyes! Let us dance, prance, move amongst the shadows of merriment!” The alter gloated, the tug at the end of her lips never ceasing at the moment’s pass.

With a wicked cackle she pivoted harshly against gauntlet soles, indicating an advancing move as the delicate move of her arms sent a scattering bellow of dark mass which only managed to crack the glass cases of shops and homes alike. Street lights flickered and burst— the streets darkened.

“…Hmph. It seems mine powers have doth depleted.”

She was not pleased.

Skeletal claws cracked as arm lifted leisurely, flared sleeves slipping down her arm with little care. Pale skin illuminated by the flickering bulbs above, enhancing the flaring glow of scarlet that bore into the majestic creature her menacing glance focused on. Inquisitive shifts of her visage brought forward the daemon’s intricate mindset, hip jutting as the transfer of weight placed to her left allowed the bend of her left leg effortlessly.

Ominous eyes enveloped the contaminated maiden’s aura, like a serpent’s vice grip to it’s fallen prey. Yearning for the taste of the sweet blood that journeyed just under her delicate, enchanting skin. To indulge in the succulent, sweet honey of human life… ah, a precious donation only she would grant herself privilege of claiming in the highest delectation.

Yet she would not halt her assault until every last bead was squeezed.

This meed would be hers to sup from the chalice of subjugation in the final act.

Timing was of essence against the mass that charged, the surge of her own prowess shaking her limbs in bountiful waves. Carmine wasps emitted beneath digits, a roar of untamed potency firing from her seize; a blade of shining, golden metal gleaming in the glory of blood lust resting on the blackened concrete. Body leaned back, limb oscillating one round to reciprocate as cracks bulged beneath the shattering path the other had shot in.

Vigorous explosions erupted like magma from ireful volcanoes, intercepting the bellowing substance released and washing it into nonexistence. “ … your challenge signifies nothing; I will conquer you. ”

Gauntlet shank elevated, forced to sink as sole crashed into the beton with an expeditious thrust. High-pitched screeches echoed into the darkness that consumed the ignited souls, raven furls of hair sprouting up as the streets shivered mercilessly from the pressured gusts. Fissures hurled toward the King, as if an earthquake wreaking havoc on an unsuspecting city were to strike.

Golden sparks scattered under black armor as the beast moved between each shard of rock that flew upward from her disastrous display of strength. Agile body launched like a missile, ready for the beloved blade’s metal to bite bitterly into pale flesh if the adversary did not clash back.

— it was here the battle verily began, initiated by two devils free to slaughter.

basilisk—brand: necessary-cruelty started following you king—saw started following you ...

Thu, 15 Mar 2012 19:04:49 -0700

basilisk—brand:

necessary-cruelty started following you

king—saw started following you

cirque-du-pain started following you

♞ Oh boy… Not this place again… Lavender eyes glance at the people before her, surely hoping she had remembered them from her stay here once before. A sigh escapes her lips as her mind couldn’t register the faces before her. Either she had never encountered them, or her brain was so rusty and full of the defeat of the Impure King.

A hand reaches up and shakes her fire-themed locks, a slight huff manages its way out of her nose— Head tilting upwards to face the other victims before her. ;

“…Yo. How long you guys been here?”

A voice had sounded as she kept her place, crimson eyes looking in the direction that it hailed from. The woman’s appearance didn’t seem strange at all compared to what another might think, the bikini top and shorts being more alike from her world than other outfits that she’d seen others wearing. Whatever relevance this had or not, it didn’t seem to phase the red evil as she lazily hung her hands over the sword resting on her shoulders.

Giving a small shrug to the woman’s question, she decided to answer leisurely. “ Around eight months, I haven’t exactly kept count, however.

Why should it matter; you’re a new arrival, aren’t you? ”

—disappear; bgs&lightning ☠

Wed, 22 Feb 2012 07:22:38 -0800

sergeant-farron:

Notices of disappearances had put the citizens of the city on high alert. So many people were just being eradicated, going missing… It angered the soldier. So much. This could only mean one thing:

The scientists were selective in who went home and who stayed here.

That sole fact drove the pinkette up a wall. At any moment, they could decide to pull Snow or even Serah out of this world and back into their lives. The could obviously do the same with her. But they hadn’t. Their choices of who leaves had been sporadic at best. Regardless, this gave the solider all the more determination to get out of this mess. She had been here for way too long.

The soldier continued to make her way through the streets, unaware of the red devil lurking nearby. That is, until the devil decided to rip through a streetlight with her oversized sword, which hovered mere inches from the pinkette’s face.

” It’s impolite to stare, so I’d suggest you stop before I cut your eyes out. ”

There were several inaccuracies about her claim, but the soldier laid them to rest. She remembered this woman. She nearly got killed by her. Lightning couldn’t clearly remember the battle. All she knew, however, was that she lost.

“If you must know, I wasn’t staring. You just got in my way.”

Would she encounter this woman in heated battle once more? The pinkette didn’t know. However, with the devil’s original sword back in her possession, Lightning would die if she lost again.

Well, she couldn’t let that happen.

Somehow this shouldn’t come as surprising.

This woman had been the exact one she fought quite a while back because of the way she handled her armor being stolen. Fortunately for the devil before her, the pinkette had lost the match and had to retreat. Whether she still held animosity for the situation at hand, it didn’t exactly seem to bother Gold Saw in figuring it out.

Circular eyes analyzed the woman as her arm dropped, resting the tip of her blade against the sidewalks they stood on. ” The scientists haven’t dismissed you yet?Shame. “

Not as if that were to be a harsh blow, of course; with how she worded it, many might think of it as one. Truly it was a shame for the warrior to not be freed from this imprisonment, suffering from the life she had been yanked from. From how it seemed that was more of a life than Gold Saw had been taken from, nothing she showed particular interest in other than the annoyance of not succeeding in getting around the scientist’s ridiculous scheme.

Cocking her head to the side, her face remained as emotionless as before.

” As for getting in your way, I know you could have avoided that and continued on your path just as easily, too. You’re not some weakling that likes to pick fights, so I was never in your way to begin with.

… unless you’re here to try and take me down as some sort of payback? ”

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Wed, 22 Feb 2012 05:12:00 -0800

—disappear; open ☠

Wed, 22 Feb 2012 04:23:00 -0800

… was it really something to be focused on?

People had been disappearing as of late. Some she knew, some she didn’t — but did it really matter who the red devil had spoken with or not? Unfortunately it didn’t, not to the woman who was pondering these silly notices. Drawing her attention most was how she hadn’t disappeared not even once like some who had returned a month later.

Observing everyone was easy when you were at high altitudes, making note of faces that came and went into this city. Whatever was going on, these damn scientists weren’t helping with giving people the thought that they might have a chance to be one of those people to simply vanish.

” … tch. This is pathetic, being stuck in this worthless excuse of a city. ”

Voice muttered to herself as she turned to begin leaving, hoisting the large sword over her shoulder and walking along the sidewalk. Mind continued to mull over past thoughts, figuring out where a possible escape could be. A quiver of anger shook through her before her arm swung and sliced through a streetlight, causing it to collapse as her sword hovered inches from the face of an almost unfortunate victim.

Giving a glare, her lips pulled into an annoyed scowl.

” It’s impolite to stare, so I’d suggest you stop before I cut your eyes out. ”

You are now an angry squirrel for an hour, enjoy~

Mon, 20 Feb 2012 22:57:29 -0800

… unfortunately for the anon, magic won’t work on her like that. try again next time and see if you hit the jackpot.

The Little Knight (CA Open)

Sat, 18 Feb 2012 04:17:05 -0800

metaknightmare:

Even in his unconscious state, words came to Meta Knight.

…you couldn’t even take them down without wearing yourself out, yet you wish to protect this city…

Where they came from did not concern him, but their message rang in his mind. It was true, he had been foolish, weak. He’d let his guard down and suffered for it. Perhaps these words he was hearing was the chiding of someone he had failed to protect, or maybe someone he had killed. Or maybe they were mocking him, insulting him.

…Perhaps it’s you who deserves to die…

A slur on his honor, one of the few things he still possessed. Words found their way to the knight’s lips, words he didn’t know he had the strength for. “I won’t… stand for… that…”

And at once, his eyes opened. Meta Knight found himself staring at the concrete, dimly lit by the grimy streetlamp above. Every part of his body was in pain, fighting against the knight’s control. “Whether I deserve it or not is irrelevant,” said Meta Knight, pushing against the ground. He managed to get to his feet, although his stance was shaky. “As long as there are battles to be won, I shall not die.” A short breeze brushed the knight’s face, a feeling he was quite unused to. He brushed a glove along his cheek, giving a short groan. Everything hurt.

Meta Knight picked up the pieces of his mask, pressing them to his face. It was a familiar sensation, comforting in its own way. “And if I am still alive, then the fight is not yet over.”

He stepped to the edge of the street, tossing his shattered mask into the road. Broken armor was not worth keeping. Finally he turned, wondering if the voice he heard in his dreams was real, or only his own imagination tormenting him. The figure he saw - pale skin, black clothes, glowing red eyes, and large horns- made him stop for a moment. She carried a sword, and the knight could tell at a glance that it was a weapon to be respected. Suddenly the loss of his own wooden weapon was more poignant than ever.

But he was not afraid. Even though she towered over him, and could easily kill him with a single slash, he was not afraid. “If you are here to finish me off…” he said, unclasping his cape as he spoke. Its tattered form fluttered away in the breeze, like a ghost vanishing into the shadows. “Then I regret to inform you that I am not ready to die yet.”

” … yet you can barely stand after a win. It’s pathetic. “

Eyes glanced down again, chin tilted gently towards the sky as she did so. Was he truly this determined to continue onward? At least she could give him that much, most falling and waving the white flag after a beating like he’d taken. A spirit of a warrior who refused to be beaten down, something that everyone in this city severely lacked. Admirable as it may be, she wasn’t convinced enough to praise him even in her own mind, let alone verbalizing it publicly.

Eyebrow quirked in wonder at the creature. ” Acting like just living after a battle isn’t a loss is foolish. That will only bring you more anguish — people will target you frequently to beat you down to where your place is. If you couldn’t handle those thugs, it’s a wonder how you’ll fend off tougher opponents. “

As if that would be considered underestimating by any standards, either.

Having seen the fight, she felt as if he would be nothing but a sitting duck.

Hearing his next words only caused the woman’s lips to curl into a gentle frown. Already she was reminded of how her work had been stolen. Someone like herself wouldn’t take the light of having killed the prize, wanting to claim only what she had done. Honesty was a given for her, finding no reason to lie when she had nothing to hide or fear.

A few steps towards the mask chucked to the street, the tip of her massive sword pressing into a thick shard and slicing it with little effort as she began to speak.

” You already killed what I was targeting, and fighting you in this state would only diminish myself. Besides, fighting you would be a waste of time even if you were at pique conditions; you let humans demolish you like this.

You’re courageous, but you need to improve by tenfold. “

o1. bloody valentine // event ☠

Tue, 14 Feb 2012 04:01:00 -0800

forever-stay-grindin:

He wasn’t even sure why he’d asked her that. It was as though some otherworldly force had forced him to say that, but…at least he’d said something instead of standing there like a complete idiot. This wasn’t to say that he didn’t still look like an idiot, because he definitely did! With his mouth hanging open as he felt that familiar hand on his shoulder.

The last time that hand had laid ever so gently on his shoulder…had been right before she’d ripped out his heart and tossed it on the ground, leaving his body in a pool of his own blood. Leaving him there to wait for someone to pass by, and ask him if he was okay.

The only thing he could bring himself to do was nod slowly. Something was obviously incredibly wrong here. From his few but memorable meetings with Gold Saw, he was certain that she would never, ever even pretend to be this way. Not if she couldn’t help it.

More strange reactions from him.

Releasing his shoulder was the only thing to do as she let her hand hang at her side once more. Alright, she knew when she wasn’t wanted anymore, red eyes downcast as she figured it was just better to leave it at this. Forcing the fox wasn’t going to make things turn better — he wouldn’t eat her chocolates, he wouldn’t truly respond to her.

Was this what it was like to feel rejected?

Man, talk about a bad valentines day experience.

” I’ll just leave you alone. Really, it’s not that hard to tell someone you don’t like them, I just wanted to share my chocolates with you. It’s not like I have anyone else to share them with. “

The more she thought about it, the more she wondered why that was true. A mental shrug at the thought, hand raising to give a wave before making her way. That was until she paused, glancing back. ” Tell that other guy you hang out with I say hello, if you could. It’s been a while since I talked to him, too. “

And unless he was going to stop her, she’d simply leave him be and eat her chocolates alone.

Valentine anon! Here's some chocolate for you. Hope you like it! hands her a box of chocolate

Tue, 14 Feb 2012 03:40:51 -0800

” How kind of you. “

HEY- DEAD SQUIRREL THING- U OK?

Tue, 14 Feb 2012 02:44:27 -0800

im ok

o1. bloody valentine // event ☠

Tue, 14 Feb 2012 02:21:43 -0800

forever-stay-grindin:

Now then, Wocky needed a moment to think. If she was offering him chocolates—wait he couldn’t even process that thought!! Why the hell was she offering him chocolates in the first place?! Where had she gotten them?! Hell, did she even know what they were?! Why did she have them why was she eating them why was she trying to do to him—?!

He couldn’t think. Process any thought. The only thing he was doing was breathing and staring - hell he wasn’t even…breathing—at any moment, he was certain he would just stop and die right there, at her hand. What. The Fuck. Was Going On.

She speaks again, and now he’s even more confused. She was…upset that he hadn’t taken the chocolate?! And…she was…she saw that he was…well…goodness.

He had to be dead.

He was dead and this was hell.

That was it.

Wow, when had he died?

Either way, at the end of her little speech, Wocky only finds a couple of words coming out, surfacing to his lips. They sound a bit breathless, which makes sense, seeing as he’d barely been breathing this whole time.

“You okay, Gold Saw?”

The question came off as a little… uncertain.

Had she seemed off? Somehow she wasn’t really aware of how strange she was being, only knowing that she actually liked to talk to this boy. If she wasn’t so proud of anything, she would probably admit to being friends with him — like that would happen, but it was the thought that counted in the end.

Playing the words through her mind, she debated on what she could reply with. Jaw tensed as she finally settled on what to do in this situation. Really, she couldn’t help but give signs of affection to the person she appreciated. And, shifting the chocolates over to the hand that was held by her sword, she grabbed him firmly by the shoulder with another faint, twinge of a smile.

… almost as if they had some twisted bro like understanding.

” I’m okay, Wocky. “

o1. bloody valentine // event ☠

Tue, 14 Feb 2012 01:13:19 -0800

forever-stay-grindin:

Had she…turned to him?

….was she smiling?!

If he hadn’t been afraid of her before, he certainly was afraid now! His eyes widened as he stared at her, who seemed to be making her way towards him. She held a box of chocolate in her hands - oh, alright, so it wasn’t…blood…okay but, what the hell was she doing coming his way, and with that…

…that strangely kind look on her face! Something was severely wrong here and just as he was turning his body to get away from her, she spoke. She offered the box of chocolates to him, saying he could have one if he liked. The fact that she was even speaking to him, let alone offering him chocolate…

He was just…absolutely dumbfounded!

Somehow she wasn’t all aware that this man was as… frightened as he was. Hadn’t she just offered him chocolates? Maybe she should remember the things she’d done, yet when you warm up to someone in this sort of way the bad memories left until you returned to your old self — would this be the case all the same? Whatever was going to happen, there wasn’t any reason for her to care too much on his rejection of the box of chocolates she had.

Placing the lid back on wasn’t much of a task, eyes easing as she held them to her side and her smile disappeared. That, however, didn’t mean she had reverted back to normal. Not that her personality changed in the slightest, but she wasn’t as hostile compared to other times when interacting with the northern fox.

” If you weren’t interested you could have just said no. That expression isn’t all that flattering, but I understand if you just don’t want to flat out reject my offer. “

A small shrug, the devil placing her beloved sword’s tip on the ground as she tilted her head. ” … it’s been quite some time, hasn’t it? I take it you’ve been well if you’re still wandering around. A shame you haven’t found a way out of here, most have disappeared and have yet to return. “

o1. bloody valentine // event ☠

Tue, 14 Feb 2012 00:59:29 -0800

forever-stay-grindin:

Ever since the last happening in the city, Wocky had been wary of leaving his apartment in the city. What had previously been a perfect, heavenly life for him was slowly starting to become a living nightmare, with the experiments the scientists did growing more and more terrible by the minute. The last one had be absolutely cruel - no one should’ve had to suffer through that.

He’d seen the person he loved most strangled, injured, he never wanted to see him suffer like that again. He’d seen people he loved hurting him, all in all it had been a horrifying experience, but they’d managed to return to normalcy by now. It was just…all in a day’s work at Hive City.

He’d out on a walk again, as usual, in an attempt to clear his mind. He’d been cooped up in the apartment for far too long now. He’s not really paying attention to where he’s going, and when he looks up, he realizes that he’s got no idea where he is.

“Aw shit…”

He turns around, trying to go back in the direction he came from, and he sees her - that devil woman. The one who’d taken his life, his heart from him. The woman he’d been so terrified of until he realized all she could really do was kill him. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t come back. He wasn’t afraid of her, but that didn’t mean he wanted to see her again.

And what the hell was she doing anyway? She seemed to have popped something into her mouth, and a strange red liquid was covering the claws she had. Wocky’s first thought was that it was blood - or something like that - he’d never think that she’d actually just…eaten a chocolate with cherry filling! As much as he wants to walk away, he can’t, he’s frozen to his spot.

What the hell? He…he wasn’t supposed to be afraid!

The bright color of his jacket had been what initially caught her attention.

Body shifted to take a look at where he was headed, the pale - skinned woman pushing herself off the wall. Anyone who knew the girl from previous encounters might think she was out to take the boy’s head, no kindness found in any of her past meetings. Always so neutral, not wanting to show any mercy to the residents of this place.

Yet she had no ill intentions towards the man she had formed a rather nasty past with here, swaggering closer to him as she let a flicker of familiarity show in her eyes. A monster she may be, but something in those chocolates changed the girl’s view on everything before her. No annoyance filled her as she came to a final halt, holding out the chocolate with the faintest hint of a smile.

” I don’t mind if you have one. They’re good for it being my first time trying whatever it is they are. “

… talk about an utter nightmare to the wannabe gangster before her.

o1. bloody valentine // event ☠

Tue, 14 Feb 2012 00:19:22 -0800

Blood seeping from flesh instead of strawberry drizzled chocolates, a bouquet of bones instead of roses. Things like these were what appealed to the red devil who sat silently on the roof. Circular patterns gazed below before the decision to leap was made. Impact wasn’t as great as it should be, the fighter aware of how to brace herself when hitting the ground, claws balancing her body before standing with the creak of metal hinges from her armor.

And, oddly enough, something was within her grasp that had been kept safe.

A box with chocolates in it, the woman moving to lean against the wall before focusing her attention on it.

Wherever these came from she hadn’t a clue, no name from the sender nor note on why it was even sent. However, she didn’t mind indulging on something like this once in a while — was it not free? — when it came down to it. So, with the book opening and a claw grabbing a specific piece, she placed it into her mouth and savored whatever it was this gift was for.

… well, at least they weren’t poisoned, yet the curse it would place on her would be even worse than what one of her personality could imagine.

[ Illusionary Worlds ]

Sat, 28 Jan 2012 19:28:36 -0800

citta-alveare:

Everything had been quiet for some time now. It was peaceful without the scientists interrupting daily life every couple of hours. But the peace couldn’t last forever…

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hell is empty,

♛ until high noon ; { open }

gilgameshsexual: by まるメロン

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by m

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♕ tainted black ;

basilisk—brand: necessary-cruelty started following you king—saw started following you ...

—disappear; bgs&lightning ☠

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—disappear; open ☠

You are now an angry squirrel for an hour, enjoy~

The Little Knight (CA Open)

o1. bloody valentine // event ☠

Valentine anon! Here's some chocolate for you. Hope you like it! *hands her a box of chocolate*

HEY- DEAD SQUIRREL THING- U OK?

o1. bloody valentine // event ☠

o1. bloody valentine // event ☠

o1. bloody valentine // event ☠

o1. bloody valentine // event ☠

[ Illusionary Worlds ]

Valentine anon! Here's some chocolate for you. Hope you like it! hands her a box of chocolate