I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart [Open]

[愛 S I D D E H 愛]

The Architect

Let go or be dragged

Ebon coloured sands stained the farthest edge of Destruction's Reach. The muscular creature shifted on the deathly coloured sands. The particles protesting his weight slightly, forcing the creature to move closer to the waters. It reeked of the sea here, and despite it's appearance not enough like death. The decaying forests and vast deserts only brought boredom to The Architect. His mercury coloured visionaries scanned the landscape for anything that would provide him with an ounce of fun. Recently he had joined up with a group known as The Syndicate. Though he didn't care much for the whole appeal of staying in one place, surrounded by a few creatures in training too. Chi couldn't stand the Mercenaries for the most part, and the lead he had no opinion of. The Architect realized he should probably respect him, but the bastard just didn't care about anything that much.

The skittering of a small creature made the antlered brute shift his gaze. It was a small, and by it's appearance, wounded doe. Chi stared at the struggling female, a sadistic smile creeping over his features slowly. Not far off he could see her fawn, to which she cried out for. Whether it was a warning, or a cry for help he did not know. Chi glanced at the younger deer, it was not a newborn unfortunately. It would survive the kill he was about to make. The young buck even had a set of his own horns starting to grow. Two small spikes protruded from the base, and were laughable in comparison to The Architect's antlers. He could feel the rush of blood lust surge his body. His body taking off quickly, with purpose. Despite the protest of the sand Chi moved quickly across it's surface.

The heathen descended upon the doe, daggers slamming against her flesh. He took his time listening to her pain now. The younger creature bolted toward Chi, to which he laughed and threw his horns into the small creature's body. Throwing his weight into his head, and up through his antlers to use them as a lever. Chi tossed the small frame of the doe's son into the black sands. Rendering it immobile, and out of breath from the toss. The Architect went on about his work, slowly flaying the doe until her hide lay beside her. In a tattered mess, Chi smiled as he looked back to the young creature. The glint of a true killer in his eyes. "Don't get in my way again. I won't spare your life a second time." Though he wasn't sure if the creature could understand him, he uttered the warning anyway.

The Architect moved away from his work now, chuckling to himself. He allowed her blood to stain his paled hide. Wrinkling his nose in disgust at the stench of the sea as he moved further down the Atrocious Beach. 


Tagged: xx Words: 479 Notes: It's a starter? 

[KUNA ✌]

A N A N K E
bid my blood to run, before i come undone
save me from the nothing i’ve become

Racing heart. Panting lungs. Struggling legs. Flared nostrils.
Salt, water, salt, water, salt, water, salt, water, salt, water, salt, water, salt, water, DANGER.
A twisted, mauled, skinned body staring at me. Blood, blood everywhere. A voice. “Blood means death. Death means danger. Danger means run.” It repeats in my ear, blurring and slurring until the words run together into a single motto, thumping in my head like a pounding drum. “Bloodmeansdeath. Deathmeansdanger. Dangermeansrun.” A scream suddenly rips from my mouth, but the scent of blood and salt and water and blood and salt and water and blood and salt and water causes it to cut off.

“Bloodmeansdeath. Deathmeansdanger. Dangermeansrun.” The sand scrabbles under my feet, disallowing me to get a good grip. NEED TO RUN. I NEED TO RUN. THERE IS DANGER. Another scream shrilly picks up, coming from somewhere near me. I twist wildly, head tossing and eyes rolling and white tail switching in distress. “WHERE IS THAT COMING FROM?!” I yell, but as soon as I speak the scream stops, allowing my gravelly voice to follow instead. “STOP SCREAMING WHEN I TALK,” I yell again, searching in distress for the owner of the scream.

It doesn’t sound again, after that, but when my eyes turn back to the body (“Bloodmeansdeath. Deathmeansdanger. Dangermeansrun.”) the scream returns just as high and loud as the first time. My breathing increases, air going in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out. RUN, RUN, RUN.

Finally, I find my feet. “STOP SCREAMING ALREADY.” As I run away, the scream dwindles to heaving pants. My nostrils quiver, my ears twist in every direction, my legs stretch, the sand rolls under my weight. Suddenly I’m tumbling, legs in the air and then in the sand. The world stops. No more blood. I struggle to my feet. Why did I stop? How did I st- MORE BLOOD. This time it’s on a body, but I can see the pulsating heart and throbbing blood and twitching muscles and eyes the color of stars and sky and universes. BUT THERE IS BLOOD.

“Bloodmeansdeath. Deathmeansdanger. Dangermeansrun.”

It’s on him! Is he bleeding?! I race closer, my nose going to touch him, but instead it goes right past him. From the angle of my face, I think I’ve touched him and yet nothing happened. Of course he isn’t real. Nothing is real. While I went to touch his back, I went through him instead. “YOU AIN’T REAL?!” I screech, throat hurting from the pressure of my voice. “WHY ARE YOU BLEEDING?!” I twitch suddenly, and yet my nose finds his skin. Warm. Real. Soft. Alive.

“WHO THE HECK ARE YOU?”

WORDS: 447 TAGGED: 愛 S I D D E H 愛 MUSE: off da roof

^{by ♛befera}

[愛 S I D D E H 愛]

The Architect

Let go or be dragged

More chaos ensued after the initial maiming of the helpless creature. Another voice was crying out. The manner was broken, and nonsensical. The approach of another creature had The Architect turning around. A mare seemed to be before him, losing her mind. Her muzzle came to rest momentarily upon his nape. The Architect glanced down at her muzzle, and as she pulled away, back to her face. The horned demon smirked. He could rip her apart right there. Or he could do what he had done to every other mare who crossed his path. Her distorted and broken chatter was muted by his deep baritone chuckle. A hiss now escaping his hefty maw as he leaned closer to the mare's face.


Looming ominously just inches away from it. He could feel his hot breath bounce from her face, and back to the whiskers at the end of his muzzle. Her  hot, sticky breath found it's way to his neck, and he just sat there for moments. It seemed like an eternity that he appraised her, if she was worth the torture, or the time to force his child upon her. "Now, now you've gone and really put yourself in trouble. With all that screaming, you found the devil himself, and I don't know whether I should do the same to you, or just force myself upon you.. Do tell princess, what sounds better?" The Architect hissed towards the smaller creature. As if he expected her to actually answer him. It wasn't like he was giving her a choice, whichever was the better of the two, he'd do the opposite.


Chi pulled his cranium back only slightly as he appraised the rest of her bodice. She seemed healthy enough. For now that is. Her hips were fine enough for children. The Architect shook his head a bit, clucking his tongue at the smaller ess. He snapped his ivories in her face within moments. Hoping she'd jump back, maybe that would snap this crazy bitch out of her delusional babble. 


Tagged: KUNA ✌  Words: 338 Notes: HAHA WOW I'M SORRY. THIS IS CHI. I still love you lots kunabby <3 

[KUNA ✌]

A N A N K E
bid my blood to run, before i come undone
save me from the nothing i’ve become

He chuckles in my face, hot air and yellowed teeth and grinning eyes. I feel his eyes crawling across my skin like creeping spiders and when I turn to see what he’s looking at, I see the creeping spiders. Dark brown on the black and white of my body, skittering across the skinny point of my hips and dancing along the crevasse of my spine. Spiders everywhere. Spiders, spiders, spiders. Too many to count, all massing across my body and OH MY GOSH GET THEM OFF.

His eyes keep glancing but there’s a look that suggests he’s seeing something other than the spiders. Did he put them there? My mind whirls in disoriented circles. Suddenly I’m moving, legs jerking to the sky and then to the ground, to the sky and then to the ground, trying to rid myself of CREEPING CRAWLING SPIDERS EVERYWHERE. Another scream rumbles into my ears and I stop suddenly, turning toward the stallion with wide, frightful eyes. “Did you hear that?” I whisper quietly, ears twisting to try to locate the sound. “Where did it come fro-?”

His rumbling voice causes my pause in my words, head tipping to the side. Force himself? What’s that?! He calls me a princess and I laugh loudly, mouth splitting open. “I AIN’T NO PRINCESS, MR. DEVIL,” I crow, turning to look and see if the spiders are gone. They are, thankfully, and I turn back to the stallion again. I’m still not sure if he’s real or not…

I tremble suddenly, side-effects from whatever darkness is in my mind. Although he thinks I look healthy, that delusional bubble isn’t just a bubble to be popped – it’s my entire being. I’m sleep deprived because, well, SLEEP IS SCARY AND DON’T LET ANYONE TELL YOU OTHERWISE. My eyes rove over his body and suddenly I see blood again and my trembling becomes more fierce, jumping through my bones and into my bloodstream and across my heart and in my mind. My eyes are dancing, first seeing the sand and the stallion and then the sky and then my eyelids and then the back of my head and then the sand again. Up, down, left, right, everywhere. “WHY IS THE WORLD SHAKING,” I yell, hoping he can tell me what the heck is going on because apparently he knows everything.

As suddenly as the shaking begins, it stops, and his teeth are in my face. Instead of jumping away from the teeth, I jump toward them. Why else? I end up thumping against the bulk of his chest, slumped against him. Ooooh, he is real! And warm! Cozyyyyy. BUT BLOOD. My eyes snap open (who knew they were closed?!) and I spin roughly, facing the same direction as him. With my butt in his face.

Oh well. He isn’t real anyway. Nothing’s real. Big whoop.

WORDS: 474/font] TAGGED: 愛 S I D D E H 愛 MUSE: still great <3

^{by ♛befera}

summary - ananke feels him looking at her and hallucinates up some creepy spiders crawling all over her so she freaks out. she screams, but she doesn't think it's her which causes her to ask who is screaming. she has a shaking spell where she's almost having a seizure but it's all movement caused by her schizophrenia. when he snaps at her, she darts into him and hits his chest. she turns around to walk away from him because she got freaked out again by the blood on him.

also her turning around is basically me giving you permission to abuse/rape her to chi's pleasure. i like torturing my ponies. xD