#gynaiko

[botanikos]

😁💻

😁 — what’s your favorite part about being part of the rpc?

Making new friends and, of course, writing! I've met some really incredible people, and I just think that's the neatest part!

💻 — how many friends have you made in the rpc? feel free to tag a few of them!

I've known @bigdicblitzo & @thepalesiren so long, they'd probably hunt me down if I don't mention them! I've made a lot of new friends, to be honest. I'm too shy/nervous to tag them and find out the feeling might be unrequited, haha! But to name a few I feel I might be safe mentioning. . . . @gynaiko @bliitzo @lustsang @poisonedspider @blitzisms @doublejango @holyfurnace @chasingrainbcws @redemonarc @aroyaltailor @rradiio @stolsas OKAY THAT'S SO MANY and that's where my semi-confidence ends. ajsdkflg; There are people I still talk to/interact with but I don't wanna cross a line and say we might be friends ;v; BUT I HAVE A LOT OF PEOPLE I LOOK AT AND TALK TO AND SWOON OVER OKAY THANKS.

[starsaught]

'Stella' looks at 'Via' with the most shocked & horrified expression; she isn't sure if she should be touching her 'own' face or her 'daughter's'... What in Satan's name is going on?? "....O-Octavia...? Is that... Are you-" / LET'S GOOOO, from Stella @gynaiko

'Via' stared at her 'mother' in both confusion & utter disbelief. Wait. No. Wait. The voice speaking to her was her mother's, but in the.. wrong body. THE WRONG BODY?! Nearly tripping over dainty feet to reach the mirror hanging just on the other side of the open closet door.

It wasn't the face of an teenager staring back at her ; oh no, it was much, much worse than she could have ever prepared herself for.

❝ Satan, I'm the fucking crypt keeper! ❞

[grimowled]

sorry i’m so hard to deal with sometimes / rare moment of Stella acknowledging how bad she is?? 😯 from @gynaiko

☽ send in some juicy angst !! - accepting

IT'S ONE OF THOSE NIGHTS, when the lines between roles become blurred, sentiment dares to spill like droplets of fine wine upon their sleeves, chalices filled over and over like a blood sacrifice, grasped between their talons; his first instinct is to sneer at her, pick apart her words, his most effective weapon against her - irrational creature that she is. but a buzzing warmth stays his black tongue from lashing her very existence with its familiar ice cold, polite cruelty.

"--you have nothing to apologise for, wife."

he drones out after a few moments of pensive silence; means it, even as he punctuates the final word like a delicately veiled insult, a poignant reversal of the intimacy it should represent, the overt absence of sweetness lingering between them like a sour yet habitual taste. stella is what she is, an unapologetic demon princess, a fierce FURY to be reckoned with, a stunningly beautiful nightmare with sharp beak and claws in the place of gentility and softness - but like all storms, even her anger passes. he understands that much, she has her role to play, exacerbated by his own pretence in the revolving carousel of the ars goetia politics; yet it is quite extraordinarily rare that she would allow for a crack in her facade to ooze not wrath or glee, but a wisp of soft self-reflection-- of vulnerability.

it makes him want to lick his beak, taste blood on his tongue. suddenly, the predator is hyperaware of the heartbeat in her perfect heaving chest, how much powerful life flows in that flawlessly pretty husk of hers, and scents the excess of dark, violent emotion for him to feast and gorge on, ruthless and insatiable beast that he is, ruled by unsightly OBSESSION.

shoulders surge and sink, and in a smooth motion he takes her gloved talons in his own, to place the pretence of a genteel kiss upon it, before retreating to his side of the chess board.

when all is said and done--

"I wouldn't have you any other way."

the soft echo of the demon prince's words eventually fades into silence, leaving the two of them floating on either side of a slightly diminished void of space and emotional distance between them.

@gynaiko

[pridetempt]

@gynaiko continued.

yeah , yeah , yeah. lucifer the devil , the reason man fell from grace —-- oh , he's the worst being in all of creation because he sabotaged humanity's paradise for his own selfish reasons. blah, blah, blah. after however many years of hearing the same tale mindlessly repeated over and over again... that story is so tired and worn out that the fallen angel barely pays it any mind. ( it's like , geeze , get some new material , would ya ? )

❝ wait. ❞ that last part's new. ❝ that's what you're so mad about ? that i left you ? ❞ he can't help it. lucifer laughs. a hearty , wheezing kind of laugh that has his head falling back and a hand clutching at his stomach. HA ! she makes it all sound so simple , so calculated. ( if only ) ❝ ha ha ʰᵃᵃ𝖺𝖺ₐₐₐₐₕ , i'm sorry. --— no no, you're right. i was in hell because that's what being cast down means. heaven said fuck you and locked me in a shit hole with every other damned thing in creation. ❞ it was chaos and anger and agony incarnate ; a dark existence that took in a wounded angel and spat out an enraged demon.

❝ eve , they wouldn't let me come back. they wouldn't let me near you —-- either of you.  ❞ he doesn't specify who they is. she should know. ❝ if you wanna blame someone for being left alone after eden , look up. ❞

[arachnaemboss]

@gynaiko cont !

  AN EMPTY CADAVER DRAWS breath, its lungs fill with air at a leisure ticking... It waits and peers down astute & without much shame! Yet however wretched this spirit may be ( and the endless array of horrors which douse clawed hands most profusely ), it currently holds no ill intent. His own is a smile holding a playful tint clenched behind large fangs -— though it does pour out of a calid gaze all the same! A short hum rumbles through his throat ( almost MELODIC! ), and an ancient presence light-weighed in its current energy. “'Tis but a positive thing then, that it is I the one who bears thy work witness. What better candidate to keep that which should not be unveil'd to another?” Secrecy is what he excels at!

 Tone sours a dainty drop! “Has thine table been privy to some modest DISHES on this pleasant day?” Have the Carmines had a needed break to have lunch yet? One step back is taken promptly, to give her some space in case it may bring discomfort ( & yet, as it is, you had ALREADY distracted her from her work! ); causing lithe figure to all but cast a solid silhouette from afore the windows, Pride's own crimson hues contrasted by such vibrant neons and darkened monochromes.

[gethellbcnt]

@gynaiko / cont.!

Desparation leads to many regrettable choices, and the one that Collin regrets most, right here, right now? Was believing that this lady didn't have ulterior motives when she granted him a shred of kindness. He should've known better than to trust a hellion of any sort.

❝ i-i, uhm, i can do organizing- i'm good at math! i'm a fa-fast flyer, so i can do quick snack runs! uh, um-- ❞ He's frantic in counting off on his hoof-like digits, trying to find reasons -- and later, hopefully, an escape -- to avoid Loona's maw of razor-sharp teeth. Or worse, a surprise attack from her AND that gaggle of miscreants.

If it wasn' abundantly clear, he doesn't know trading favors for favors don't work like contracts do.

[foundcr]

@gynaiko   sent   "   where   does   it   hurt?   show   me   "   (vaggie)

despite   their   history   of   charlie   taking   care   of   vaggie,   she   never   liked   it   when   vaggie   took   care   of   her--    when   their   roles   reversed.   she   only   got   nicked   by   an   exorcist   while   in   the   city   helping...   albeit,   pretty   badly,   but   it   didn't   warrant   her   panic,   she   was   fine,   she   always   would   be.   her   orange-y   blood   made   a   damp   spot   on   her   coat's   sleeve   as   she   took   it   off   and   rolled   it   up,   showing   the   long   cut   across   the   top   of   her   forearm.

"    i-   it's   not   a   big   deal...   i   promise,   i'll   be   fine.    "

even   if   it   did   hurt,   even   if   blood   was   still   dripping   from   it,   she   hated   seeing   vaggie   worry   about   her.   she   was   the   one   meant   to   worry   all   the   time,   charlie   was   known   very   well   for   it,   but   it   felt   so   awful   and   guilt-giving   when   vaggie   had   that   look   on   her   face.   that   sense   of   worry,   distaste   for   angels,   and   everything   inbetween   that   the   princess   could   read   from   just   quick   gazes   between   them.

"    i   just   need   some   bandage,   okay?    "

[botanikos]

from @gynaiko / Stella in response to Stolas moaning: https://youtu.be/CBP2Vch5zLY?t=35

SPUTTERING MESS OF A DROWNED BIRDMAN.

[lightbringer-morningstar]

@thefaeriescafe asked:

❛ how come you don’t respect me? ❜ / from @gynaiko for Lute/Eve!

"Uhhh.... why do you seem so keen on targeting my daughter like it's open hunting season on Hellborne? How about we start there?" he snips back while taking a particular and sudden interest in the cleanliness of his own apple-topped cane.

"But since you've brought it up, who says I don't—respect you?" he continued.

"Or maybe you mean to ask something else entirely like, why don't I fear you, you do go around tossing out enough threats, I'd imagine you're looking to intimidate those you run into or should I say—run-through?"

"But uh....It's a two-way street, by all accounts, even if you don't view it that way. Tit for tat and all of the what-nots that go along with the old saying, y'know? Yeah, I'm sure you get it." he wasn't going to patronize her, she wasn't naive. You get back what you put out.

[starsaught]

@gynaiko Stella: you put tHAT BOOK DOWN THIS INSTANT YOUNG LADY!

Cue holding the book out of her mother's reach ; attempting to flip through the pages. ❝ Hold on! I just want to see what the big deal is.❞

[helltemp]

@gynaiko ✒︎ “ Oh, shit. Did you hear all of that? ” / for Moxxie, from Loona <3

meme tag | always accepting

eyes squint beneath furrowed brows , one corner of his mouth curling up in a silent ' what the fuck ? '. ❝ you said it right in front of me. i was sitting here when you walked in. i said hello to you !! ❞ he's been sat in the same spot for at least 30 minutes. how could she not have noticed him ?!? ❝ of course i heard it ! ❞

❝ and we will never. ever. discuss what i just heard. ev. er. ❞

[pridetempt]

@gynaiko ✒︎ ❝ i begged for a miracle. instead, i got you. ❞ / from Lute!

meme tag | always accepting

head cants with a half smile ; genuine curiosity mixes with disbelief and just a dash of amusement. ❝ you really haven't figured it out ? ❞ it's cute , endearing almost , that she still clings to the fairytale of that omniscient , omnipotent being in the sky to save her from celestial troubles. rather , it might be if not so utterly naive. wake up , little one ! look around ! do you see any miracles ? do you see any divine intervention ?

❝ Father doesn't care , doesn't listen to your prayers , doesn't even pay attention to anything that happens to you. Dad fucked off a long time ago , my dear. ❞

the devil isn't cruel in his delivery , but he is blunt —-- distinctly lacking the sugar-coated niceties and disarming charm of days in eden. that time is long gone. it's time to stop daydreaming. it's time to wake up to reality. it's terrible and you'll hate it , but it's the world we live in. better to see the truth than live in a lie.

arms spread wide in a gesture exceptionally befitting the damned showman ; if we may direct your attention to the devil in the center of the ring ... ❝ so i'm about the most divine thing you're gonna get. ❞ —-- but , please , feel free to keep begging for a miracle.

[stadam]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐒, STARTER CALL. — to execute judgment upon all, and to convince all that are ungodly among them of all their ungodly deeds which they have ungodly committed, and of all their hard speeches which ungodly sinners have spoken against 𝐇𝐢𝐦. ❜

⅋. ARCHETYPE OF HOLY, SPILLED BLOOD TURNS TO VOTIVE. halo gleams, blest, even as armour is stained carnelian. it is simply necessary, this yearly crusade, and the trip back upstairs is usually backed by a ceremonious upheaval, skies rejoicing with the triumphant return of their soldiers (...) this time around, there's a dull, tense note in the air. adam's helmet, now tucked beneath one arm, is dented from the tussle with the audacious, infernal whelp that had dared take up arms against divine command. it's a once-in-a-century spectacle ; he can't remember the last time a sinner had fought back. not that it had been impressive, but he would've handled it easily enough, had his lieutenant not intervened. ❝ fuck, lute! you wanna tell me what that little stunt back there was about, or should i start guessing? ❞ the commander addresses her first thing when they step inside the gate. his irritation is palpable as he grasps @gynaiko's upper arm to keep her from weaseling out of his sight. droplets of ichor seem to stain her pressed uniform, spilling down unto his gloved hand where he's holding her steady. brow arches, ❝ when i say stay in formation, i don’t mean jump in front of me and get yourself stabbed. ❞

[catfcng]

“Those are cute little knives.” / from Lady on over @gynaiko

⋆ ❤︎ 🐾 ॱ⋅.˳ "Cute?" He blushes bashfully. "Ma, these are used on the job. They're not cute." They're lethal. Deadly. But he doesn't want to say that in fears of concerning her.

[botanikos]

speaking of Stella. . . Not thoughts, head empty, just @gynaiko 's Stella ♡

[arachnaemboss]

‘ i think that i’m still human. ’ / from Carmilla on over @gynaiko!

lyric starters!

  TO FIND AN END to the most cycloidal of states of mind could be much a sisyphean task, in this one perpetual wink. What was a sinner, if not a human, yet not one at the very same time? Remnants of who one once was, mixed thoroughly with a creature execrable ( deserving not of enlightment, divinity & eternal rest )! Tainted and soaked to the marrow, corrupted and corroding through the eons until nothing was left of the babe long ago born PURE on Earth. Her statement a simple one, yet one not lacking of its complexity from deep within ( through the crevices could zestial find understanding... ), thus did lower pair of eyes open akin top row, bespeckled gaze landing upon her form.

  “Be that something which BOTHERS you, my friend?” A clink of porcelain punctuated a query, as cup was gently set down. Brows knit but slightly in concern! “Denyeth not thine roots —- through the years have I found that should a demon e'er forget one's humanity, so would find'st their minds instability and certain doom.” Their vices all but free, and a growing strength which FOLLOWED, but at what unavoidable cost could it come, if not madness? “Are you all right?”