vyssinis

[vyssinis]

would you kill maryam?

   "I'd never do such a thing, as long as    she did not prompt me into killing in    self-defense. I'd not dare to cause     unneeded pain to my moon."

#>>: inquiries. #Anonymous

[vyssinis]

do you consider maryam your sister?

   "Why would I consider someone with so little    regard for me as my sister? Oh, please, masked    one! My only sister is and will forever be Helena.    I very much doubt Maryam considers me as more    than a nuisance."

#>>: inquiries. #Anonymous

[vyssinis]

»»— She chuckles, eyes of crimson gleaming in          amusement. Such an unexperienced creature          this one was. 

         "I don't doubt of the power of love, but what it is           that I am trying to say is that many do not know           how to measure it. Love can move mountains,            love can destroy kingdoms, love can dethrone           kings and queens alike. But that is a love so           strong and unparalled that many will not taste,           yet they crave it so badly they fool themselves           into believing otherwise.           A pity for them, I'm sure, but it is nothing but the            truth.           As for your question, I'm afraid I have no need to           answer it. My love for Helena concerns her only."

      “Do you really think that? Love can destroy people.        It can swallow your heart and make it so hot you         can’t see anything except the person of your        obsession. It can also make it so cold that         it runs dry and creates the villains of stories        and life alike. I can’t believe it’s weightless.         It’s so heavy you drown no matter if it’s by        happiness or hatred. You love Helena, right?”

#kokkinos #[WELP.] #[THERE SHE GOES.]

[vyssinis]

»»— She smiles gracefully, silently. A chuckle also          escape carmine lips, and her eyes are on her          other half again, deep and gentler than any           other being has ever had the luck to witness.

         "I would never be able to kill you, and you know            that, my moon. My nights would be too dark."

   ▇▇▇┈━ { ♚ }

               & she chuckles, such a sound                     that is light and low, ever the softer sister, with gentle                     voice and pretty eyes. she shakes her head. ah, this                     sister of hers! barely changed through the years —                     the woman walks towards the other, a hand moving to                     touch a shoulder, one and two and one more second.

                  ❝If I truly was your prey, sister, I wouldn’t have survived                     all this years.❞

#cantatrix #[FODEU. QUEM MATA QUEM E.]

[vyssinis]

survival is murder for red riding hood and her new fur coat. for the beauty who grew claws to match her beast. for you. remake yourself new and sharp with many teeth.

(inspired by anexpansionlikegold)

cell block tango chicago || this ain’t a scene, it’s an arms race fall out boy || vampire smile kyla la grange || voodoo godsmack || snake song isobel campbell & mark lanegan || mansion song kate nash || joan heather dale || dangerous girl lana del rey || howl florence + the machine || fight like a girl emilie autumn || little red riding hood jade bennett || scavenger emilie autumn || epiphany sweeney todd: the demon barber of fleet street || monster verse nicki minaj || if i had a heart fever ray

#>>: hymns.

[vyssinis]

   "Creepy? αδελφή μου, you wound me.     You should know this is nothing but a      predator's habit. I'm afraid that even if     you are no prey, I cannot avoid this."     

▇▇▇┈━ { ♚ }

                         ❝Why is it that you are staring at me, αδελφή?                             How creepy of you to hide in the shadows.❞

#cantatrix #[YES GOOD.]

[vyssinis]

casually call people “human” to unsettle them and make them question what sort of being you are

#>>: drive. #>>: a queen's thoughts.

[vyssinis]

   "Indeed.      Considering how many toss the word around     attaching no weight to it, however, I'm becoming     prone to believing that eternal love has become     quite a joke.

     Not that I can say much about it.      Love is quite a foreign feeling for me, if not for      few, rare exceptions."

      “…It would depend, wouldn’t it ?”

#[ hello! ] #kokkinos #[B)]

[vyssinis]

   "Ah, love---...     Such a fickle thing, isn't it?"

#[ I AM HERE. ] #>>: open.

[vyssinis]

we ain’t got nothing to lose.  / independent oc roleplay blog.  currently a work in progress. /

#>>: ooc. #[I'M SORRY I JUST LOGGED ON TO REBLOG THIS.] #[i gotta get my aellai muse back soon. ;v;]

[vyssinis]

I'm calling semi to full hiatus on all my roleplay accounts due to the fact my living conditions are currently very unstable and I'm not sure if I'll have a roof over my head these next few weeks, let alone internet in the next few days.

This goes for:

incendivity, nigricant, scnticous, vyssinis, 8ourasque.

#>>: ooc. #a psa by fern.

[vyssinis]

Send 'kiss' + "someones url" and I'll kiss whoever they are.

#>>: inquiries.

[vyssinis]

Some fun Munday asks!

♦: Relationship with your Muse.

♠: What's one thing you dislike about your Muse?

♣: Any headcanons about your muse?

♥: One thing you love about your Muse.

☾: Favorite moment from your Muse's canon, and why. (If your Muse is an OC, then favorite aspect of their story.)

☄: What you think of your Muse.

♪: Favorite song.

✫: Why you began RPing.

✽: Favorite season?

❂: The Mun's birthday. (Month and date--no year!)

☂: Favorite kind of weather.

✤: Favorite kind of food.

▲: The Mun's Zodiac sign. (Any kind of Zodiac works!)

●: If you could say just one thing to your Muse, what would it be?

☑: An OTP with your Muse in it (if you have any).

☒: A NOTP with your Muse in it (if you have any).

☁: Favorite part of RPing.

✉: Any RPers the Mun admires.

▶: A talent of the Mun's (besides RPing, of course!)

♬: Sing or say something! Post the link to it.

#>>: inquiries. #[I'll reply to the other asks soon.]

[vyssinis]

Threaten my muse with the following:

“I got something that belongs to you.”

“Let’s see how loud you scream.”

“When I find you, you’ll be sorry.”

“You better run.”

“I only want to see you bleed.”

“Mine is going to be the last face you’ll ever see.”

“Begging won’t help you, dear.”

“I always like to start with the toes.”

“Scream for me before I kill you.”

“Shut up before I do something I’ll regret.”

#>>: inquiries.

[vyssinis]

I will be wild. I will be brutal. I will encircle you and conquer you. I will be more powerful than your boats and your swords and your blood lust. I will be inevitable.

Iphigenia, from A Memory of Wind by Rachel Swirsky.

(via hxwlett)

#>>: words. #>>: inside.

[vyssinis]

Do you have any Chevaliers left?

»»▬          "No." She states simply, the smile on her          lips being no reflection of how the question          made her feel. She had lost them all -- all the          loyal, foolish mortals who once swore loyalty          to her crimson rose. One after the other, they          fell, they died, they turned into ashes. Loss, that          was what it was and immortality, oh, immortality!           It had its ways to teach you such lesson so mer--          cilessly it was almost unsightly. "They are all dead          and gone, as if they had never taken my blood. It's          a pity, isn't it?" 

#>>: inquiries. #Anonymous

[vyssinis]

What would you do if someone was to harm your sister?

»»▬         "They would pay." Her voice turns somber         when she speaks, a grim smile coming to         pale lips. She is not wearing red on them          tonight, not when she's using this appearance,         but the carmine glow of her eyes is enough to         make up for the lack of color on her mouth. She         chuckles, dark and evil, and her eyes are like         daggers, digging themselves holes into the         flesh of the anonymous. She delicately wraps         a hand around their neck and hums softly,         ever so sweet. She squeezes right after, however,         and leans down to whisper in the stranger's ear,         her hold firm but not harsh around the other's throat:         "So you better not dare to think of such thing,           my sweet, sweet child."

#>>: inquiries. #Anonymous