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𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 , 𝐏𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 , 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 .
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hello my darling’s ! i promise i’m not gonna vanish from the face of the earth again, least i’m trying my best not to . My muse really hasn’t been here recently and i’m going to be doing my best to change that . i’m sorry if i haven’t replied to your messages, i promise i haven’t forgotten, it just takes me a while to get through doing everything. i hope you all have been well ! ilysm !
hello my lovelies . i’m sorry for not being round these past couple days, my mood hasn’t really been here and i ended up ill as well . i was going to be here yesterday but i found out a bit of news that completely ruined my mood again . but i’m here now so i’ll try and do things .
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i agree to this 1000 % hana and eli staring at whomever this boi may be down like ‘ nah , next ! ‘ like it’s an audition for britain's got talent and they just pressed X for no and the next contestant comes on SDFG please stop my mind .

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l ——— the imbecile .
a deplorable being indeed – would unequivocally not address himself as mirthful for his petulant sullenness so vehemently mountainous if anything it is outlandish, atrocious — an assailing tornado, a pandemonium out off the nihility sojourning within his thorax. thence venomous malevolence takes form on countenance proffering naught but contempt and animosity, choler so astronomical it makes his ichor seethe with ire of forsaken nursling at the turnstile of heaven and the sluices of the abyss. fury in his eyes, kindling her figure whole until in his vision she is ablaze. ❛ who do you think you are… ❜ how dare she ? how dare she ! how dare she ?! to satirize a supreme being as himself is one thing alas, to sermonize of him to regale her just exceeds all his postulations until he is skinned out of his grandiosity and now indignation tinctures his vision in cautionary crimson which cannot be sluiced off – not by his palms which gesticulate towards her larynx to throttle the vulgar impertinence out of her lungs or with his razor sharp teeth clenched to halt himself from gnawing onto her flesh. sole vitriolic sardonicism remains at the crux of his quintessence, on the tip of his tongue.
❛ i can always pull your guts out – i’ve always found that to be extremely amusing ! ❜
Crimson deluge’s the rivulet , accursed to odious nightmares that slither neath ‘ the cemetery of ones chest , laid within tragedy’s tapestry does the malevolence and dictation stand to rest . anguish was the sharpest teeth that nail and jibe gratingly into skin . oh ‘ virulent sovereign , darling devil ! only did she believe she was the most gratifying , most meriting . deluded story told nether dilapidated pinion . the wrench simpers , sharpened hues glance yet minacious delectation grips exsanguine bosom . ‘ do humour me child . ‘ laugh follows , echo’s of lips , drumming of sound , revoltingly syrupy does it soak into putrid air . insouciance was a beguiling exhibit , a performance of one’s ruined soul that the gods laugh towards .
such abomination ! holds discourtesy to that of such fine creature as she . the bitterness tastes metallic in her mouth but slide she lets it for maybe he was unaware of the astonishing desdemona , but learn he shall for disrespect was not something the woman would let slide for a second time . ‘ however I would watch your tone now . i don’t think you know just who you are speaking to . ‘ venomous form arises from the lightning paved within the abysses garden . she clings to the power she has like a life source that keeps her moving . ‘ but what a tempting offer I must say , right up my alley . but sadly , no matter how entertaining , your silly antics are not what i’m looking for . i want to see something new darling . not something from a mediocre circus ‘
ohcryptic / ding ! a message for aleksandr the great .
s.unshine ! : MR MAGICIAN ! s.unshine ! : next time we meet we have to make those cookies again . s.unshine ! : i tried making them myself but it didn’t work . s.unshine ! : did you add a secret ingredient and not tell me ?
i ——— the true sister .
honey dripped vox calls out to her . two sisters enjoying their company with movies playing before them after a much needed time . everything had been going well , fingers laced as the elder snuggled up to her younger sister . that was until flora spoke up causing the movie to turn into white noise in the background as her eyes fall up towards the younger beauty . she sees it — anxiety that bubbles in flora’s eyes when she needs to clear her emotions and thoughts . something is weighing heavily on her sister’s mind and its enough to bring all her attention on the angel before her . ❛ are you alright ? tell me , what’s troubling your mind , babe ? ❜ affection tone falls but one that is coated with worry and u n s e t t l e m e n t of her own . was no hiding that ianthina had grown very fond of the girl in front of her , enough to dub her as her sister although blood did not tie them . g e n t l e is the squeeze that her fingers give to the other , telling her that she is always going to be around for the other . no matter what was to be said tonight . ❛ what has you so uneasy , flora ? ❜
Intricate blitheness , ian was the lady made of cherished daylight . a lavation into eden that embraced one’s being within palms of the softest hands . A gentle beauty that offered nix but the sweetness from her vox , a woman who cared and was one flora adored . ‘ i’m okay my sweet . ‘ tongue sweeps over seemingly dry lips , her entire body feeling adust when revelations deem a heavy weight on her heart . It wasn’t part of her nature to keep things from the people she loved . But in this instance time had been swept away from her , every moment that was right to tell her never was and thus , a whole year had passed and the words still hadn’t fallen out of pink lips .
soft dotes of affection leave a heart to race . would the woman be angry for keeping such things from her ? such rancor painted neath’ the true reveal of her secrets . she didn’t want to imagine such things when any thought of the woman she calls her sister holding any form of choler towards her only causes stomach to twist and discomfort to settle . ‘ before I start , I want to say sorry my flower , sorry I’ve taken so long to share such things with you . sorry for keeping you in the dark about it too . ‘ she sighs , yet the woman can’t stop the smile that begins to follow . ‘ ian , I fell in love . ‘
m . ——— the sweet but silent chess player .
- ̗̀ ❛ starter ; @floires ❜ ̖́ - ↳ plot ; Our muses always meet up in the park and play chess but they’ve never had a real conversation because of Marvel’s social anxiety and today, he’s trying.
A different color on each eye, both halves of his hair dyed a different color and the lack of words coming out of his lips and he wonders how the latter never commented on his weird appearance or calm demeanor. His first instinct tells him that the other probably thinks they’re a freak of nature, but he reassures himself saying that they wouldn’t be sitting with him and playing chess if they thought so negatively about him anyways. He takes a glance at the other when it’s their turn and bites his lower lip, unsure of what to say. He clears his throat, ❛ So, what do you think of birds ? ❜ He releases a nervous chuckle, making a split second of eye contact before his eyes fall onto the squares of the chess board. Birds, there could be a better subject but he could only think of Coco, his bird.
Judgemental antics were nix but a non-existent reach for negativism , one that ying would never clasp . Herself made of the mellow afternoon breeze , beating heart laid to rest within the solace of tranquillity . only the careen of tree’s or the infrequent bell of a passing stranger that maladjusted the placidity that momentarily remained . she was not one to judge . it wasn’t in such polymer’s that shaped her being . nor the ichor that danced through her veins . He was just a person , held no disfavor and never could she ever .
‘ birds ? ‘ cloying hum parts from plush lips , air blown from cheeks as orbs rent themselves away from the gaze that had settled past his own figure opposite and onto the board separating them . eyes seek sight , head lifts to the outside that environs them . the occasional creature can be seen depending on where you looked . ‘ I think birds are very beautiful , more then people tend to appreciate . ‘ soft smile , she turns her head back to his direction , elbow leans cross small space , chin rests in the palm of her hand . ‘ do you like them too ? ‘

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con . gwyynbleidd / desdemona .
“Ooh,” the witcher cooed, the simple sound teeming with serrated blades of sarcasm, tauntingly waving about between them. “Did I offend you, your highness?” A simper of arrogance bloomed across lips embellished with a few swipes of matte onyx lipstick. The ghost of plump tiers imprinted themselves in a fainter shade that lined the rim of her glass of beer. Chanté drew another long sip from the pint, eyes falling to a brief close a she savored the heavy blend of malted hops, barley, and yeast. It had only been a few weeks since she first stumbled upon the woman seated across from her. Des’ appearance was what initially peaked her interest, giving her cause to introduce herself. The aggressive shake of her silver medallion, however, was what made her stay. This was perhaps the third or fourth time they had met to enjoy more than a couple of drinks and Chanté was still no closer to discovering why the trinket around her neck was so rattled. There was obviously something different about Des – one didn’t require an enchanted item to see that. The sooner she discovered what this was, the sooner their entertaining squabbles and banter would come to an end. Chanté wasn’t so willing to give that up just yet. All those sharpened daggers and potions she kept hidden away wouldn’t need to be used until required. Whoever – or whatever – Des was, there had been no sign of her posing a threat to those around in the city. So far. The blonde leaned forward, breasts resting atop the edge of the bar’s wooden table beside her drink, and hiked a brow, lifted with curiosity. “Do you not agree that dating apps and bars – like this one – are just filled with sacks of meat ready to be sucked dry and tossed aside?” Her disdain for commitment was hard to miss amid each facetious remark and the glimmer of reckless abandon in her dark eyes.
𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 , rightful passage to closed gates , inferno deemed a place of rest for such a fauna as herself , residence was enough of one already without her feet decaying earth’s landscapes merely because she does not decay herself . devil’s wonder grips the hands of it’s predators , flesh dug holes , empty abysm to the barricade of mass , pain was never ending , she liked that about things . ‘ now now little one . ‘ far more interesting to flick the dirt ( dried blood . ) off already perfect nails , hides the blaze building under her skin , hidden neath’ turn of a smile , flash of pearly white’s . It’s all a game after all . Not many did come once and stay after . Those whom did stay only did so for one of two reasons : they needed something or knew more then they were letting on .
‘ you’re like a little lion . ready to pounce on whoever takes your interest . ‘ baleful chortle , supposed to be evidently kind ( fake ) but there’s nothing but the gelidity of her tone that follows .
turn of a clock , go back , turn back ! they say . but she cannot turn back time . delectable being she was , tuned perfectly for the richest of sonata , softest of hands , marble touch to rake in her demons for they are whom watched beneath the shadows and wanted a show , and a show she shall give . oh what gall can devour one’s being , true testament to how we are , how we live . but she , desdemona was the pitchforks and firebeds made just her her reasoning .
‘ would you like that dear ? ‘ lick of her lips . ‘ to drain em ‘ so willingly and then leave them to rot ? ‘ dead set , orbs find that of the woman opposite her . ‘ you’re an unusual one no ? well , if that type of thing helps you sleep at night . ‘
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hello i love you more ! my lil precious popi rising from the ashes ! i’ve missed you my darling . i hope life has treated u well and you’re still being that precious lil flower i know you are ! ilysm ??? maybe i’m crying <3
ohcryptic ——— the precious internet friend .
ding ding ! Gleeful euphony chimes in her auricle , simple loading button to be seen as she waits for her friends face to appear . bottom of the well see’s the stardust of her being , she was the stars in the night reflected in her smile . descendent of kisses , a beautiful blessing of shooting stars that grips her soul so close , so tight . playful hint in hues of northern skies , joyousness bubbling in her veins , fervour that sways her body , shows in her eyes and how they light when his face appears through her laptop .
‘ you’re finally here ! ‘ childish giggle falls whilst she adjusts her position , her own reflection appearing clearly on the screen . ‘ how has my favourite jurassic park enthusiast been ? it feels like we haven’t had time to do this in forever . ‘ small pout tugs down the corners of the petals lips . ‘ I’ve been so busy al ‘ I’m sorry . ‘
con / obciidian ——— namoo : unknown .
how beautiful is it to find a heart that yearns for naught other than your well being. a pair of arms that grasp onto an impaired man and mend him whole so seamlessly, he is born anew with benediction and beatitude – the world is colored once more and the weeping canopies cease their lamenting and clear room for the sun. as he’s candidly avowed many times before ; she is his sun and he, merely a barren star orbiting around her. a terebinth, his statue to supplicate to and sacrifice a piece of his heart now melted in front of his like wax and in this scalding sensation he is ablaze ; skin seething with incineration, he is cauterized to the bone by the gelid wind that her words proffer. by that frigidness that wraps around him alike an icy blanket, his heart drops to the ground and disintegrates and oh, the ache. the ache is so monumental that when he glances at her his throat becomes parched like a dessert. no tears can redeem him from the sins he has committed and yet, they cannot be halted as well. oceans of sorrow descend of his brown eyes, sparkling with despondency and contriteness – alas, such ruefulness no matter how patent cannot engender clemency within her incapacitated thorax.
❛ my love, i– i didn’t mean to…. ❜
flora. she, a soul of exaltation that even the lords above have yet to attest with their devout observation – silken intentions and silver linings… she’s never capitulated to the indignation and revulsion this world is flooded by, only magnanimity filled her to the brim. a woman so fictitious by such philanthropy, that no verbosites could ever substantiate to her splendor even if the utmost talented poets had endeavored to. a blissful embrace in the midst of the storm, he was born a stripling of now only joviality and altruism. flora, all he ever did was for her sake alone. slanders, lies ! – do not confide in these contemptible woes that the demons in your mind tale tell you of – entomb them deep in the oceans of love you’ve accumulated for this young man. oh, woe to him ! how dare he repudiate all that she’s uttered when he acquires so well of the scars and holes in her heart. he’s poured his soul into hers, even at the cost of encountering his demise much sooner than appointed, all for her sake.
❛ all i ever did was out of my desire to protect you. that’s all i ever wanted, flora. i was trying to protect you from all this… evil around us– i was trying to keep you happy, and i… gosh, flora… i didn’t mean to. ❜ it must be so lovely to have a heart all for your own taking – he’s gifted it to her with zilch apprehension, no second contemplation. he was hers as she was his. no one would have sufficient vigor nor valor to subjugate such love… and now ? he is petrified it is curtailed entirely. now this love is enfolded deep in the forest and the crows hover above, cooing baleful as they await to ravenously gnaw at the flesh.
if only could he taste the sweetness of her overrefined tiers once again – unblemished simper of a goddess walking upon earth and gracing his otiose ubiety. but as he draws close so does the interval amidst them is amplified, and her hands no longer can be held warmly within his. even as he bewails under the rose ( while venturing onerously ) to desist the tears, he suffocates on his own mackles. he is only a man, a boy… unavailing, redundant… all he ever did was for her love and her love only. all he ever did, all the mistakes… his heart was hers. it shall always be. rip it out of his thorax and manducate it raw – as long as it engenders gratification to his precious.
❛ forgive me, please. i never meant to hurt you… i just wanted to protect you. all these lies were just to keep you safe… you know i love you and i’d never– god, i’d never betray you– i–i… i love you. ❜
yet, he is trampled. these gaffes cannot be condoned, can they ? her trust is invaluable and he – with all the impertinence a man can possess – has splintered it. he implores her to pardon but, apprehends that he’s far too deep in the grave he’s dug for himself to be able and get her hand to yank him out of this colossal maleficence. he can only observe, can only remain in quietude if she opts to forsake him. and the forlorn sensation creeping within betwixt his lungs throttles him, it shall be his novel companion, he dreads.
❛ please… i love you… ❜
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 , brimmed with the bleeding from a lies force . imperfection was the devils mercy to amend for iniquitous actions, perched within the cadaverous dactyl’s does one’s life seem worthless when the one you trusted to never lie to you did exactly that . Derisory , a baleful type of monstrosity that seemed to loom over shoulders in an amorphous form . a new type of evil neath’ god’s wings , austere iniquity in contrast to once white . Sinlessness was merely a disregarded supplication to whomever was listening , yet apparently nobody was . How injurious it seemed . oh ‘ lover who breathes a new type of life into the soul of the woman that had once been so lost . so saccharine but neath’ surfaces mind had turned so malodourous . shards stuck deep within skin much like the prick of a thorn . There was no soft caress , good volition was nothing more then a acrimonious desire to turn back time , to hope it was only an abominable dream to which the woman would wake from and thus be free from such weight the pelted down like ponderous downfall on a disregarded heart - she was in for no such luck once more .
‘ namoo . ‘ pause . ‘ I don’t know who you are any more . ‘
Empyrean’s blessing / inferno’s odium . was there such difference in the end ? dear man made from the cerulean skies , beloved flower oh my did you bloom ! turned from a seed beneath the earth’s hands . on and upwards towards that beauteous chasm , an eternity to which you will only find the wickedness that had once exhausted you to the brink of decease . Agape cicatrix , burn of toxicant or maybe even medicine that benumbed one’s being , a settling wretchedness that only ever started to fade a second before the excruciation came back one more . darling , one’s anguished spirit that has see too much , felt too little . Yet nix would equivalence to the treachery of the woman’s soulmate . seemed as though she could still hear pieces breaking into more and more of their own . maybe she would drown in such lugubriousness . Asphyxiate within the fiend’s that twist round her veins and drain her of the love she was always worthy of having . Snags at her pharynx , fire that ascent’s through body made of a flame . Breathless she stands , orbs tear filled , lachrymose willow , the woman wishes to cry but thinks if she starts she may never stop .
‘ is that all I am namoo ? am I some damsel in distress that needed the aid of someone that would offer ? I am not weak namoo . ‘ grind of teeth , sharply spat does the response sit . Such choler , seldom seen from the woman made of warmth and virtue . ‘ you know what I’ve suffered through , what I’ve survived namoo . You know exactly what I’ve done to still be here and living this life . I never expected to get this far you know . ‘
Grasp the hands of the fallen woman ! she heeds to the pain that settles betwixt what she wishes was a hollow chest . To not feel ever so swarming sting that drags and poisons her body like a pestilence . How could such tears not fall ? skin and bones was the woman without that love . Namoo had become the stars in her sky , an abyss once empty without any sight of hope within the clutches of her frail hands . Still , he came , the man made of sunshine and the most sightly of dreams and offered her more love then she ever could have asked for . but where did that love really sit now ?
‘ before I met you namoo . I still survived . somehow even though I had absolutely nobody for so many years apart from the isolation that I felt after my father died . I was left with a new version of hell I never asked for , never would have wanted . But even though I had to learn so much so fast , had to sacrifice everything i ever had or ever wanted , I still made it here namoo . somehow I still came out of the rubble without anyone's protection but my own . ‘
Noble tears fall , starlight paints down the flowers soft features . broken she was neath’ harsh exterior . coping mechanism for trust was broken .
‘ there is evil everywhere . around every street corner , outside of every window . it’s a consuming force that will never fade away . Your lies did nothing but give that evil more power namoo . Because you did the one thing you never said you never would namoo , you lied . how much can our love be worth when I don’t know what of it was even real . was any of it actually true namoo ? ‘
𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 , 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐄 . 𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂 / 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚂

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china’s sweetest champion ! ying yue , upcoming and forever improving gymnast hits the floor with an elegant routine , winning gold & claiming herself a new personal best !
obciidian ——— the cutest best friend .
𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐜𝐲 , playful glint in hues of northerly luminosity . the cherished child whom was finely bathed within the skies waters , dreams upon the tips of fingers and the heartfelt kindness with a smile , she was an angel . but whom could stop such an adoring butterfly from spreading her wings and flying cross ’ masses of ocean blue ? let her fly for she has been kept alone for so long , o’ dearest whispers do hear her pleading , for she does not know what she has seen in that of her past nor does she understand what to expect in the future , yet still , she wasn’t alone any more . the girl sits , knee pressed against her friends , slender finger tapping against the softness of her cheek .
‘ come on now 萌宝 ! ‘ shoulders shake left to right softly , childish gesture as darling pout falls . soft as silk , words pour from a sweetheart’s lips . ‘ I brought you homemade steamed buns ! the least you can do is give me my kiss ! ‘