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Hello ! My name is Aries previously @heavnlybursts but idr my account login and I want a new page so… here we are! My sun sign is an aries (who would have thought) with a rising virgo and scorpio moon. I wish I had the brain cells to read books again so pray that I get those back! Hm let’s see… also I love raccoons. That’s my brief intro! AWEKLFJAWLFAEF. Okay moving on. 

GENRES I WRITE 

I write fantasy , young adult , diverse , contemporary , fiction , adventure , action , poetry , anything really ! but those are favorites to delve into . and i’m always hoping to expand what i do .

SOCIAL MEDIA

personal twitter @/passionbootys  personal tumblr @/passionbooties  AO3 @/starbooms

CURRENT WIPS

They’re coming soon… but i have a BUNCH of OCS I’m ready to talk about and drabble for hehehe.

THE WREN’S CALL.   places.   (   3/8   )

THE COURT OF DUSK, bordering the icy lands of esiros, their pools are limited, one for every major city. their lords dwell in the darkest of caverns, with the brightest nitrtime to lead the way. their crest is a towering mountain with a nitrtime star in the center. their magic centers on the earth, the stagnant water, the creatures of the mountain halls.

I DID 50 QUESTIONS ABOUT MY OC / STARRING ROMAN !  * LINK TO GOOGLE DOC

THE SECOND HERALD: ROEVI (OF TORMENT. OF CHAOS).

roevi knew another language. a language of madness. she would kneel to her victims like a mother tending to their child. in their ear, is where she’d begin whispering them down to their descent. holding them as her voice broke you and broke you and broke you. whispering as she picked apart all the walls of stability and shattered them. it was beautiful, in a way. the way she cradled those poor souls as she drove them to the brink of no return. 

THE FIRST HERALD: KEREVRI (OF WRATH. OF JUSTICE). 

THE FOURTH HERALD: TIRATH (OF DESTRUCTION. OF FEAR).

“roman,” eraryos lazily stirred his coffee with roman’s favorite mug. yet hadn’t taken a single drink in the twenty minutes they’ve spent in apocalypse’s office. “i rather like this mug.” he brings the mug to his lips, eyes twinkling. “i will be taking your mug. without shame and without remorse. you’re welcome for the warning.” 

roman went to argue, but the last time he did that eraryos made sure to show how little his aim waivered to hit the mark. so he sunk into his chair and made a mental funeral for his beloved mickey mouse mug. 

THE THIRD HERALD: TIRATH (OF FAMINE. OF DISEASE).

tirath plucked the flower from the offered bouquet. she turned the rose in her hand over and over. then twirled it around her fingers. as she did, the petals began to wilt. from brilliant red to a beautiful black. one by one the petals fell. the stem wilted. and life, once more, came to an end. 

she handed back the flower - now even more radiant than before she touched it. she smiled at the look at horror she was met with. smiled so hard the cheeks of her Vessel hurt. years ago she hated such a look - now, she revels. “i suppose your offer for dinner still stands?” 

the heralds (noun):  they are a piece of apocaylpse . a selection of souls who were chosen for a simple purpose ——— to serve + destroy. 

there are four of them. four pillars that rise as apocalypse rises. that sets when apocalypse sets. who carry their weapons and shatter the earth in the name of destruction + devestation. 

1. they are the wrath of humanity popping out from flesh and dragging the earth into centuries of war. for wrath is simply divine justice / and order must be served.

2. they are the torment of the mind, the spirit, the body. they will unravel this world from the inside out with nightmares. for torment is chaos / orchestrated and hauntingly beautiful in its spiral. 

3. they are the famine that will ravage this planet. that will reopen wounds and make them fester and pop and bleed and bleed. the veins of this earth grappled in the roots of the trees and in the system of the human body will know starvation. for famine is disease / it spreads and spreads until there is nothing but dirt. 

4. they are destruction. systematic and purposeful. a complete collapse of civilizations. it is an artform and they have perfected this particular brand of ruination until there are no faults. until the whispers start turning into screams. for destruction is fear / fear of what was and is to come. 

A BRIEF INTRODUCTION TO THE HERALDS . 

@cerbyphobic @reeseestrellabooks @kowlazovdi 

thank you at @writingamongthecoloredroses for the last line tag. i enjoyed reading yours so much! so now, here’s mine!

“Not to be that person,” Roman absolutely meant to cause problems, “but you act so high and mighty for a being that lives rent free in people’s heads. You live inside a human. Doesn’t that make you one of us?” he paused, because wait. He had something. His brain cells were formulating a jump in reasoning. “Why are you even doing this?” 

Apocalypse knew what he meant. That was another thing about being Vessel and Host-Apocalypse understood his mind, the things he meant when he didn’t say them, intimately. 

“It is my purpose.” 

The simplicity of Apocalypse’s answer made Roman lose his mind. 

“I’m-Oh my fuck. HAHA!” he shook his head, laughter bubbling forth against his will. “Your purpose. It’s your purpose.”

“Did I stutter, Vessel?”

“Roman.” 

“Your name bears no significance to me. You’ll no longer exist once we fix the cycle.”