-Cocks a brow, placing one hand on his hip as he eyes the figure.- …Why, hello.~ You bare no resemblance to the typical moths that fly throughout my fort. What an intriguing sight you are.

…What a lovely surprise. -Wrinkles his nose.-You could say that I have returned as well. My muse was a wretched bitch, unwilling to cooperate with my artistic vision.

{{ Welcome back, baby. ;D }}

My beloved Andrei and I met on the surface— As you already know, little moth. He stood out in the midst of the crowd. Those rigid shoulders and authoritative expression beckoned to me. I was drawn to him. After the end of one of my more successful plays, he pulled me over. We discussed a wide variety of topics— Art, music, nature (although I loathe it for the most part), industrialization. There was no end, no beginning. Just occurance.

“Love” is a fickle word. I adored him. I respected him. He was my idol, my god. He was also the man that ruined me.

Did we engage in promiscuous activities~? But of course. How could we not? -Musters a wry, little grin.-

{{ Perfectly SFW. Just cropping due to length. Also, I’m not ignoring that ask in my box. My muse isn’t cooperating with me. }}

Read More

Do I remember you? Hmmm. Is the person that waltzes before my eyes but a mere ghost of a man? Or am I far too gone, in my haze? You were useful in your job; that much I remember.

Life was grand until you waltzed into my fort, spreading your wretched seeds of doubt. You will not take anything from me. You cannot. You are a weak, pitiful creature… Akin to the gadfly that bites the livestock. You are nothing.

{{ This is a great way to celebrate the end of finals: Paint your face. xD; Um… I didn’t really feel like wearing my ENTIRE Cohen cosplay. Hence, the red shirt (my favorite color e we). I just toyed around with makeup. One side of my face, I attempted to create ADAM scars with this FX crap I have. I don’t want to use it all up since I need it for CTCON. OTL

Martin decided to beat me up for slapping Fitz around. ‘Nuff said. Oh! And in regards to the wig, I’m not wearing that thing for the con. I’m actually going to style my hair so it looks more natural. }}

An audience. You have no idea how that delights my soul, filling me with the utmost sense of joy. As much as I enjoy weaving storylines, one must take into consideration the ‘truth’. Little moth, you are the listener and I, the narrator. I craft illusions that you fall for.

Ah, where were we now?

How I fell in love with the man I now loathe? 

Ah! Good evening, my other half. Pray tell, what brings you to my side of the fort~?

asksassysinclair:

((Today my boss claimed to know videogames super well (the one thing I know I outrank him in knowledge of) and this very same evening I mentioned Silent Hill and he asked “Oh is that based off that movie?” I burst into laughter so hard and felt like a douche after.))

{{ >Silent Hill

>”Oh is that based off that movie?”

>”Based”

>”Movie”

I feel the need to burn this doubter. ; u; I love the games now that my husbando got me into it. }}