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besafeclementine replied to your post: “if i posted an open wherein terror would be torturing ( mentally /…”:
-BARGES IN- DID SOMEONE SAY LITERAL AGONY AND CHARACTER DEATH?!

yES INDEED

if i posted an open wherein terror would be torturing ( mentally / physically ) your character ( that is if you responded ) would people be down for putting their babies through literal agony so i get have terror go a let loose?

she won’t kill them ( unless yoURE COOL WITH THAT AND OBVS IT WOULD JUST BE RELATED TO THAT THREAD ) but def. maim them a fair amount. y/n?

the DEVIL within

parasiitic:

trigger warnings: violence, gore, cannibalism. mostly poetically implied but yeah.

& she sits upon her THRONE of bones; matted in red without a care. lips —- usually pulled into a playful, innocent grin — curve around the flesh of a still beating HEART. prey beneath her nimble, petite vessel, choking on air that it cannot breathe.

                      oh my. but he had been so much fun, hadn’t he?

                                so eager & willing to be devoured before he knew s

                         he meant it LITERALLY.

warmth trickles down a pale throat, absorbed by greedy, hungry cells. pupils blown wide beneath elongated lashes, eyes fathomless as a black abyss in her violent ecstasy. an almost docile-looking thing were it not for the mass of strewn victims; the blood that painted and splattered wall-to-wall; the still whimpering cries from a few who were just barely clinging to life. long ago they had stopped praying to their white-robed saviour, the son in the sky with all of his angels.

                           no—- SHE was their god now.

                                   and they prayed to her. begged for life.

what a marvelous sound it was, too. senseless chatter as they watched and cried and withered away, desperately clinging to hope that they could appeal to her sense of humanity. or flatter her enough, anyway, to be spared.

but she is not human, and humanity is flawed, distorted, and selfish. and so when she walks over to them, stilettos crunching on forgotten skulls they scream out in terror ( much to her DELIGHT ), no longer fooled by her all too human disguise. blood was smeared on her mouth and flesh catch beneath her talons; the chill that accompanied her presence could no longer be attributed to the cooling whether.

it was the response to their instincts knowing something was WRONG. but now, it was too late. too late as she kisses them with death on her lips, fangs coaxing their blood into her mouth — a contract on her own. one that promised nothing but pain and suffering, mentally and physically. for she was not kind, and she was not benevolent.

she was twisted and cruel and reveled in the agony of others. and thus while they cried and pleaded, fingers gripping at her as though she would SAVE them —-she tears through their ribcage & slowly ( so, slowly ) peels back back and flesh until their heart is hers. and the look on their face, as organ failure creeps, as she shows them their insides cradled within her clawed hand in is so delicious.

a true out-of-body experience that will forever freeze their face into one of absolute horror. and she does need to hear screaming to know they are, as the last remnants of their mind fade into nothing. they know no joy nor happiness nor love; no comfort or sweet good-byes. no righteous god or his son or army and their white, warm light. they only know her and her coldness; her violence and depravity.

their final moments were hers to decide, to govern and bestow. and she gave them with the greatest gift of which she is capable: showing her true FACE, that which none have seldom see so freely without restraint. they looked upon the face of destruction and death, and fooled by it’s clever disguise went willing into the wolf’s den.

                                                         just as it desired;

                                 you’ll never know what hit you. 

LAYS DOWN. i updated my theme again good lord.

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uzlolzu:

This is very old but I found it again and I still like it. Amazing.

All my vampires have their own set of pointy teeth óuò. My babies.

malsaud:

me at school

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redoing my theme today & probably my tags too. i’m at work but feel free to send me an ask if you need anything, or tag me in starters if you like. i probably won’t reply right away but i will get to it as soon as possible. uvu

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     - ▕ ▍❝ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ
     - ▕ ▍❝ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀɪsᴍs
     - aka the cornerstorn to terror's character i think;
     - the immaculate disguise of human nature woven so intricately and
     - convincingly into her own self; yet it is little more than a game to excell in
     - to fool even the wisest & breed misconception
     - that of weakness and playful animosity that so thoroughly hide what lies beneath the performance
     - for that is what it is.
     - with only a few threads of legitimacy that are painfully exaggerated
     - for within her core she is an ANIMAL
     - cunning & decieving & divine
     - intelligence boundless and creative in her killing.
     - for to be powerful is to not need to show it is every moment of every day
     - and to be a successful hunter one must know how to lure & catch their prey
     - and stun their enemies in the same moment; to bring no doubt of their dominance
     - thus she --- an apex predator by any standard; with divine right & eons of proven worth -- beneath her belt
     - does just that.
     - only it comes when you have been lured into a false sense of security
     - of superiority over her;
     - and then when it is nearly too late to repent you see her.
     - as she was always meant to be:
     - cruel & animalistic; a creature of bloodlust and insatiable dark delights
     - you know her name before you know her true self.
     - & then you will always be frightfully aware of what lurks beneath too-dark eyes
     - and playful gines rimmed with TEETH.
     - for all is not as it seems and you must never take that which you see for GRANTED
     - lest she tears out your jugular whilst you beathe; lest she carves her way into your chest
     - and rips of your heart for dinner.
     - she does not make threats; only promises
     - and she will eat you ALIVE.

the DEVIL within

trigger warnings: violence, gore, cannibalism. mostly poetically implied but yeah.

& she sits upon her THRONE of bones; matted in red without a care. lips —- usually pulled into a playful, innocent grin — curve around the flesh of a still beating HEART. prey beneath her nimble, petite vessel, choking on air that it cannot breathe.

                      oh my. but he had been so much fun, hadn’t he?

                                  so eager & willing to be devoured before he knew s

                         he meant it LITERALLY.

warmth trickles down a pale throat, absorbed by greedy, hungry cells. pupils blown wide beneath elongated lashes, eyes fathomless as a black abyss in her violent ecstasy. an almost docile-looking thing were it not for the mass of strewn victims; the blood that painted and splattered wall-to-wall; the still whimpering cries from a few who were just barely clinging to life. long ago they had stopped praying to their white-robed saviour, the son in the sky with all of his angels.

                           no—- SHE was their god now.

                                   and they prayed to her. begged for life.

what a marvelous sound it was, too. senseless chatter as they watched and cried and withered away, desperately clinging to hope that they could appeal to her sense of humanity. or flatter her enough, anyway, to be spared.

but she is not human, and humanity is flawed, distorted, and selfish. and so when she walks over to them, stilettos crunching on forgotten skulls they scream out in terror ( much to her DELIGHT ), no longer fooled by her all too human disguise. blood was smeared on her mouth and flesh catch beneath her talons; the chill that accompanied her presence could no longer be attributed to the cooling whether.

it was the response to their instincts knowing something was WRONG. but now, it was too late. too late as she kisses them with death on her lips, fangs coaxing their blood into her mouth — a contract on her own. one that promised nothing but pain and suffering, mentally and physically. for she was not kind, and she was not benevolent.

she was twisted and cruel and reveled in the agony of others. and thus while they cried and pleaded, fingers gripping at her as though she would SAVE them —-she tears through their ribcage & slowly ( so, slowly ) peels back back and flesh until their heart is hers. and the look on their face, as organ failure creeps, as she shows them their insides cradled within her clawed hand in is so delicious.

a true out-of-body experience that will forever freeze their face into one of absolute horror. and she does need to hear screaming to know they are, as the last remnants of their mind fade into nothing. they know no joy nor happiness nor love; no comfort or sweet good-byes. no righteous god or his son or army and their white, warm light. they only know her and her coldness; her violence and depravity.

their final moments were hers to decide, to govern and bestow. and she gave them with the greatest gift of which she is capable: showing her true FACE, that which none have seldom see so freely without restraint. they looked upon the face of destruction and death, and fooled by it’s clever disguise went willing into the wolf’s den.

                                                         just as it desired;

                                 you’ll never know what hit you. 

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tagged as: #▕ ▍❝ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ #▕ ▍❝ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀɪsᴍs #aka the cornerstorn to terror's character i think; #the immaculate disguise of human nature woven so intricately and #convincingly into her own self; yet it is little more than a game to excell in #to fool even the wisest & breed misconception #that of weakness and playful animosity that so thoroughly hide what lies beneath the performance #for that is what it is. #with only a few threads of legitimacy that are painfully exaggerated #for within her core she is an ANIMAL #cunning & decieving & divine #intelligence boundless and creative in her killing. #for to be powerful is to not need to show it is every moment of every day #and to be a successful hunter one must know how to lure & catch their prey #and stun their enemies in the same moment; to bring no doubt of their dominance #thus she --- an apex predator by any standard; with divine right & eons of proven worth -- beneath her belt #does just that. #only it comes when you have been lured into a false sense of security #of superiority over her; #and then when it is nearly too late to repent you see her. #as she was always meant to be: #cruel & animalistic; a creature of bloodlust and insatiable dark delights #you know her name before you know her true self. #& then you will always be frightfully aware of what lurks beneath too-dark eyes #and playful gines rimmed with TEETH. #for all is not as it seems and you must never take that which you see for GRANTED #lest she tears out your jugular whilst you beathe; lest she carves her way into your chest #and rips of your heart for dinner. #she does not make threats; only promises #and she will eat you ALIVE.

almost midnight so popping off! gotta work in the morning, but i’ll be on for a bit around lunch.

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a legit summary of what goes on on this blog tbh

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