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/ OMG THANK YOU BSF!!!!

@LADYF0RTUNE / sad to say when i said i need to finish more you didn’t make the cut xoxo you’ll be receiving a total of 0 … so sorry for the inconvenience 

*   /  wait.

/ i need to finish more xoxo (what’s new) 

@originaIsin / u may not xoxo 

@vrnovas /

*   Hey (louder than everyone else)

/    saying  prayers  yes  pls

last thing: i think evangeline’s story is very sad lmao because she was not birthed out of love, she was born drinking poison, born sickly, and although there could’ve been an arc like oh she turns good and perfect no bad!!! that would eliminate all that she is, and in truth, in a saddd way no matter how hard she tries to be anything other than what she is, it doesn’t work. ouch!!!!!!!

IV. in relationships it is still parasitic, and what i mean by that is evangeline has a tendency to latch on to another person if she percieves that they like her. in the process of seeking some sort of belonging, some sort of alliance, she has a tendency to drain the other. because she has never received anything other than poison, she has an insatiable craving for something different out of people, i honestly think that then parasitism here is her absorbing all the life that she was never given. she wants so badly to connect with someone so much so that she will want all that they are 

III. that was her first parasitic parallel, but another connection that i made was her shapeshifting power and how she is literally able to possess the body of another while in her fluid form. that is the relationship of a parasite and its host, she gets information, she gets their thoughts, and she leaves the body with more than she had before. 

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             ❝ YOUR GODS ARE MERCIFUL, FOR THEY NEGLECTED TO BESTOW UPON YOU WHAT OUGHT TO BE BESTOWED UPON ALL WHO WEAR THE CROWN (YOU SHOULD BE NO DIFFERENT FROM I). THE HUNGER YOU CLAIM TO KNOW …. ONLY ARRIVES WHEN THE GIVING BEAK REFUSES TO TOSS A WORM INTO YOUR LITTLE MOUTH. /HATCHLING/. ❞ a spat causes the overflow as her teeth gnash, and between them the black bleeds from gums. YOU LET IT ALL SIT UPON YOUR TONGUE AND STILL YOU ARE NOT SATISFIED. SHE WHO REFUSES TO TOUCH WHAT IS ON HER PLATE WILL ALWAYS FEEL AS IF SHE IS STARVING.
            
            ❝ MY OWN GODS HAVE YET TO KNEEL FOR WHAT THEY’VE DONE…❞ BUT IT IS TOO LATE. IT IS FAR TOO LATE. her thumb drags slowly across the curve of her bottom lip, smearing the fluid that stains before it bleeds further.
            
            ❝ THE SUN HAS TURNED ITS BACK ON MY LANDS SINCE ITS BEGINNING, DEPRIVING US OF ITS WARMTH. THE COLD HAS BEEN OUR ONLY REFUGE. ❞ YES, THAT SHE HAS. ❝ DO NOT SPEAK TO ME OF DESTRUCTION AS IF IT IS NOT THE REASON YOU BURN. REMIND ME AGAIN OF THE FOUL NATURE OF FIRE, /BURNING/ QUEEN? ❞
            
            IT SPREADS. 
            
            ❝ HOW CAN I EVER BE CERTAIN… THAT THE  CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR NATURE WILL NOT EXTEND PAST ITS BOUNDS? ❞ SHE INQUIRES, LEANING CLOSER. ❝ HOW CAN I BE CERTAIN… THAT THE ENEMY DOES NOT LIE BEFORE ME? ❞ lowering into a whisper, she looks into her eyes. ❝ I HAVE SWALLOWED THE SUN BEFORE AND I WILL DO SO AGAIN ONE HUNDRED TIMES OVER. IF YOU WISH FOR IT TO BE DONE NOW… YOU NEED ONLY ASK. ❞ @ceremoniaIs

THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMY IS MY LOVER WITH HER BONE FINGERS TANGLED IN THE STRINGS OF MY ROTTING HEART, PLAYING HER MELODIES OF MISERY. TOGETHER, WE SHARE OUR SICKNESS AND FEAST UPON OUR SORROW. WHEN ALL MY HORRORS SPILL FROM MY MOUTH SHE REFILLS THEM WITH HER OWN UNTIL THEY REACH THE BRIM. HOW I WISH TO DROWN IN ALL OF HER RIVERS WHILE THE WATER RUSHES DOWN MY THROAT AND DRAINS INTO MY LUNGS. I AM CLEANSED BY HER PRESENCE, RUNNING SO COLD IN MY VEINS IT ALMOST FEELS LIKE WARMTH. A STARVING BREED, WE ARE, CURSED WITH AN ENORMOUS CRAVING OF ALL THE THINGS WE SHALL NEVER RECIEVE. 
            
            THERE IS YET ANOTHER HORROR THAT THREATENS TO OVERFLOW, TO STAIN THE EARTH WITH ITS ROT AND RANCOR. THE SCLERAS ARE TAINTED WITH A SICKLY GREY, WITH BLACK VEINS STRETCHING LIKE BRANCHES TOWARDS THEIR GREEN CENTER. THE CHIN FOLLOWS THE EYES’ GRADUAL SHIFT, AS THE NECK TWISTS UNTIL IT CEASES UPON THE SIGHT OF HER IMAGE. I MUST LOOK DEVASTATING IN THE AMBER GLOW, A DREADED MISFORTUNE THAT COMES TO RUIN THE CROPS, THE ONE WHO WILTS THE FLOWERS. LIGHT RUNS FROM ME AND FINDS REFUGE IN HER PORES, IN THE FLAMING WAVES OF HER HAIR. NOT EVEN THE SUN WISHES TO TOUCH ME, NOT EVEN LIFE ITSELF. WHAT CRUEL FATE TO BE BEFORE WHAT IS HELD TIGHTLY WITHIN ITS EMBRACE. YOU ARE SUMMERTIME’S GOLDEN CHILD AND I, ITS UNWANTED BASTARD. 
            
            WE ARE NOT THE SAME. 
            
            ❝ YOU KNOW NAUGHT OF POWER…❞ FROM THE GUT IT IS SUMMONED, PULLED FROM THE DEPTHS OF HATRED AND ONTO THE DRIPPING TONGUE. COLD AS THE RIVER, I FEEL HER WITHIN ME, SPLITTING SILENCE, SPLITTING BONE. ❝ AND YOU KNOW NAUGHT OF /HUNGER/. ❞ the eyes bulge upon its emphasis, followed by the unconscious twitching of the body that interrupts its movements. 
            

/ also this marked a pivotal moment because the fall of gyldinia (land of zelyrian fae) led into ev’s claim to the supreme devouress position. bc the fae are badass, they’re the best warriors in the realm, and for them to be defeated? this sent shockwaves through zelyra and the kingdoms went oh shit .. we’re fucked dude. what do we do. like it was bad. but the main reason for their fall wasn’t just because of ev’s power or her army’s power it was because she caught daruna off guard. daruna trusted her, and look what happened. 

/ i took “take ur time” wayyy to serious LMAOOO

THIS BODY IS NOTHING BUT A LURE, A HOST HARBORING THE INFECTIOUS WITHIN ITS WEAKENING WALLS OF FLESH AND BONE. A GURGLE BUBBLES IN THE THROAT UPON BEING DISCOVERED AND SHE BEGINS TO REVEAL HERSELF TO SHE WHO BEARS WITNESS TO HER GRAND  REGURGITATION. TRUE LAUGHTER EXITS FROM THE FALSE MOUTH, THAT WHICH DOES NOT BELONG TO THIS FACE SHE WEARS. ITS SOUND: A DISTORTION OF A WOMAN’S VOICE TANGLED IN THE VOCAL CORDS OF ANOTHER’S, ITS SEPARATION SPLITS THEIR ENDS AS IT BECOMES ITS OWN ENTITY. 
            
            THE NECK IS SNAPPED IN ITS OPPOSITE DIRECTION AS VIOLENT MOVEMENT WITHIN THE ABDOMEN SENDS THE BODY INTO A FIT OF CONVULSIONS. bones begin to protrude from the flesh that stretches beyond its natural elasticity. the jaw splits open with its mandible dangling crookedly to the side as black fluid rushes out from the mouth, staining the front and dripping onto the ground. the whites of the eyes roll back into the collapsing skull, further and further until they are replaced with that of a sickly green that enters the irises. features begin to form and the rest of her shifts back into place. THE VILE RISES, SURROUNDED BY A THICK HAZE AND SATURATED IN OBSIDIAN ROT. 
            
            ❝ BLADE OF MIQUELLA… O’ GREAT AND POWERFUL ONE. ❞ teeth bear themselves, stained black by the gums that bleed. her fingers are brought towards her chin, curling towards herself as she chuckles impishly. ❝ MY TONGUE HAS LEARNED YOUR TITLES WELL… SEVER IT IF YOU MUST. IT WILL NOT MATTER. WITHOUT VOICE I WILL STILL BE HEARD ECHOING WITHIN THE WALLS OF THE UNTOUCHED. ❞ the mind, my reason for decline, my feast plate. ❝ I DO WONDER… IF I SEVER THE REMAINING LIMBS FROM THEIR SOCKETS WITH ONLY MY TEETH WILL THEIR BEARER STILL STAND SO BOLDLY BEFORE ME? ❞ voice lowers, shifting her demeanor as she inquires… 
            
            ❝ DO YOU NOT WISH TO HEAR WHAT I HAVE TO SAY BEFORE WE BEGIN TO GNAW  OURSELVES TO THE BONE? ❞ @goddessofrot
            
            

PARASITISM IN THE BLACK VACUUM OF ISOLATION: A DEVOURING RESERVED TO THE CONSTANT CRAVING OF ANOTHER, A CONSUMPTION OF EXISTENCE IN GREEDY MOUTHFULS. TELL ME, O’ DREARY DAUGHTER OF DECEMBER, WHAT IS GLUTTONY BUT AN ILL IMITATION OF INTIMACY? TO BE FULFILLED I MUST FILL MYSELF WITH THE ENTIRETY OF YOU. THE ABSORPTION OF ALL THAT YOU ARE, THE DIFFUSION OF ALL THAT I AM. I CANNOT KNOW YOU IF I AM NOT YOU, THEREFORE, I MUST BECOME YOU. I AM YOUR FLESH AND BONE, THE UNINVITED PASSENGER LIVING INSIDE THE DEPTHS OF THE BELLY, FEEDING OFF THE LIFEBLOOD THAT RUNS COLD IN VEINS AND BLACK IN MOUTH. FEEL ME TURNING INSIDE, HEAR ME SLOSHING IN THE DEPTHS, TO WHICH I SHALL GURGLE: FEAR NOT, FEAR NOT. 
            
            “THAT IT WILL BE, THAT IT WILL REMAIN. FOR AS LONG AS YOUR TENDER HEART BEATS YOU WILL GO WITHOUT. YOU WILL STARVE AS I HAVE STARVED.” and when the night falls brumal upon the land you shall seek a warmth that is never to be yours. they will turn their heads at the sight of you and strike the hand that extends but not i, NOT I.  “BUT IT DOES NOT HAVE TO BE THIS WAY.. /NO/… IT DOES NOT. I CAN SHOW YOU HOW TO BE RID OF IT.”  bulge of the sickly green emerging from sockets, a bone cracking twitch of the neck that follows— abrupt, most abrupt. 
            
            “…RID OF HUNGER THAT SURPASSES WHAT THE TEETH CAN BITE, WHAT THE TONGUE CAN TASTE. RID OF THE ROTTING’S VILE CURSE THAT DEVASTATES OUR INSIDES AND LEAVES OUR CORPSES HOLLOW AND BARE SO THE CROWS MAY PICK OUT OUR EYES AND ABANDON OUR BONES.”  i crave the absence of a recoil- the desire for natural instinct to betray itself and digest me as i am. i salivate at this outlandish pursuit: to create a world free of all rejection. IT BEGINS WITH US: PARASITE TO ITS HOST. 
             
            “YES… FAIR THING YOU, /THAT/, I CAN SHOW YOU.”  hand dripping black reaches, fingers curling against the wrist- seeping onto material.  “THOSE WHO HAVE NEVER FELT THE EMBRACE OF WARMTH CANNOT FEAR THE COLD’S TOUCH.”  @hejmfru