#cabinetcuriosities

[forsakestar]

@cabinetcuriosities asked: ' do you know they only bloom and stay open up until morning dew touches them ? ' words are soft, eyes glancing behind veil towards him. palms are kept close together as she holds a moonflower in her hand. ' something that's just another flower during the day - so beautiful at night. ' hand is moving to offer it to terzo.

Sleep had trouble finding him on his first night home in the abbey after a MONTH of being away on a tour. In fact, he's been having difficulty sleeping in general as of late. Each time the antipope closed his eyes he would find himself in that familiar nightmare again, one that's plagued him since childhood and yet he still had no answers as to why. One time in his youth he had tried explaining these reoccurring dreams to his father and expressing his fears, only to be met with DISMISSAL. Only a dream, Terzo. Except now it felt much more real than that, the cold darkness and taste of blood causing him to wake in a cold sweat with PANIC tight in his throat.

Tonight he decided to take a walk alone around the abbey instead of trying to force the tiredness to come. It was by pleasant surprise that he had stumbled upon Moonflower in the gardens. After a bit of small talk back and forth, Terzo watched as the veiled Sister of Sin picks a white flower of her namesake in complete bloom into her hand.

" Ah, grazie. " Terzo nods in appreciation and lifts the flower to his nose for a brief sniff of the SWEET fragrance. If he started to sneeze later he'd know the culprit, but it was far to pretty to pass up taking in all it had to offer. " I do not know much about the flowers around here. Though, they are very beautiful, especially this one. Such a unique little thing. " The antipope reaches out and CAREFULLY tucks the flower into the band of her veil, stepping back and putting both hands behind him as he strolls down the stone path. " How have you been, hm? Making any trouble since I've been gone? " Mismatched eyes glint with humor as glances over his shoulder at her.

[mysticdeath]

| | | | 🩸 — @cabinetcuriosities \ continued.

the room was thick with ghosts, none heavier than the one standing before him. camille o'connell. HER. she was here, impossibly here. her voice threading through the cracks of his mind like a melody he'd long forgotten he knew — the air felt electric, every breath alive with an unbearable ache that flared like lightning in his chest. something akin to a longing / A GRIEF / an unspeakable thing he dared not name in the time since the then and the now. and so, for a long moment, he simply stares. the swirl of her words and the light lilt of humor in her voice tangling with the sharper edges of his fear. he wanted so badly to believe it was her. a part of him, shoved down as far as it may be, needed to believe it. but the weight of her death pressed hard against his memories. AN UNWELCOME GUEST HE HADN'T SINCE SHOOK. he'd seen her go. watched the life seep out of her in slow, agonizing waves. he'd held her in his arms. until the very best of her had turned cold to the touch — he hadn't been able to stop it.

her death had been a masterpiece of despair, painted in strokes of venom and inevitability. he remembered every detail; each second burned into the fragile fabric of his soul. a sear of anguish that blazed through him every time he dared to revisit that darkened place. and after she was gone, he was haunted by the space she had left. A THOUSAND TIMES HE'D TURNED TO HER, expecting a wry smile, a steady voice, her maddening ability to see through his defenses. and a thousand times, there had been nothing. always nothing. her presence lingering only as smoke and shadow, slipping through his fingers before he could hold it. he had even spoken to her in the quiet moments, begged the void for her forgiveness, for her wisdom. he had longed for her so profoundly that the longing itself had become a second death, one he endured over and over again.

and now, she was here … but how? — her voice pulled him back to the present, to the impossible miracle standing before him. but miracles, he had learned, had their costs. paranoia licked at the frayed edges of his relief. the gnawing certainty that this was another cruel trick, another ploy by the universe to unmake him. yet, as she spoke, her fear and uncertainty rippling out like delicate threads, something in her tone settled inside him. soothing the tempest just enough. just as she always did. and for a heartbeat, he cannot breathe. that warmth, that stubborn insistence on levity even in the darkest moments, was so her. so beautifully camille that it set something simmering inside him, an ember of belief.

"it is rude, isn't it?" klaus's voice is softer than he expected, his usual sharpness dulled down by the sheer weight of her presence. "but you know me, love. i've … never been one for punctuality." he lets the faintest ghost of a smirk curl his lips, and dares not to pick at the way it does not reach his eyes. "i don't … i don't know how this is possible." admission feels like defeat, his voice quieter now, tinged with something almost fragile. "but i swear to you, camille — if there are consequences, i'll bear them. whatever it costs, i will keep you here. where you belong." he wants to reach for her, his hand twitching at his side. but klaus stops himself. fear, RAW AND UNRELENTING, kept him rooted in place. for if he touched her and she disappeared, it would surely destroy him.

her question of lucien hung in the air between them : loaded and bitter, it reeks of a blood - soaked revenge and a victory that never did taste sweet. "yes, he's dead." his mind snaps back to that day — the smile carved so carefully with broken glass across the pale skin, the soothing stillness of the man's heart in his palm once it had been ripped so effortlessly from his chest. "i tore him apart, camille. i ripped his heart from his chest with my own hands and watched the light leave his eyes, and it still wasn't enough."

the silence that follows is unbearable inside this. THIS, this flicker of doubt that refuses to be quelled. the question of whether this was real or some twisted illusion designed to unravel him lingers still. but as he looked at her, at the vulnerability etched into her features, the way her hand hovered over the mark on her arm as if grounding herself in the memory of her death, something inside him shifted. it was her — he was certain of it. it had to be. "camille," he said, her name a prayer on his lips. "if this is real— if you are truly here … then i swear to you, i will protect you from whatever comes next. i will not fail you again." defenses slip further, and with it, a tentative step forward is taken. "i lost you once — i will not do it again."

[perzysprumia]

@cabinetcuriosities - camille o'connell.

"I decided to come home for a little bit," Hope's words are spoken softly as she stands in Cami's doorway. "Mystic Falls is getting a little suffocating." There's a scent she recognizes in the small apartment, which leads her to stepping past the other and looking around for a moment. She doesn't want to make assumptions, or accusations, but... "Was...was my father here? It smells like him."

[sanguinelupus]

@cabinetcuriosities

"...you're acting weird. Really weird."

[fvckingmourn]

@cabinetcuriosities ; sergius godfrey.

"So...we should definitely talk..." Not that Beatrice can even make eye contact with him. She doesn't know how she's going to hold an entire conversation about what happened the night before, but she has to try. Her mom had told her that it doesn't matter if Sergius is her only friend, what matters is that he's a good one. He always has been, even despite the way Bee treats him. Deep down, she knows she doesn't deserve a friend like him, which is why she had gone to Tobias for advice in the first place. She can't stop the ridiculous need she has to sleep with men when she's emotional, even when she does not enjoy it whatsoever. Sergius might be a little different though, which is extremely surprising for Bee and something she will not be letting anyone know. Ever. At all.

Then again, it might just be because he lets her have complete control over him. But she isn't going to be reading into it.

Bee is tapping her fingers on the arms of the chair she's in, eyes on the floor. "I don't..." She doesn't want to cry. She really doesn't. But it comes anyway. "I don't know what's wrong with me. And my mom says I should stop going out when I'm upset if this is what happens every time. But that doesn't...fix it. That won't fix me. I'm unfixable, and I'm a mess, and--" Choking on her last word, Bee's hands move up to cover her face as her tears fall. "And you deserve a better friend than me. You don't deserve to be taken advantage of."

[triiibred]

@cabinetcuriosities

" In hindsight, maybe this wasn't one of our better ideas. "

[hiveruled-moved]

@cabinetcuriosities gets a lil starter for sansa

" Must you glare at me like that? " The fork in Kai's hand STABS through the slice of ham, bringing it to his lips after examining it thoughtfully. He did not need to look at Sansa to know that her eyes were BURNING a hole into him. " I would've hoped that my alliance and relationship to your brother would quell some of your hostility. "

[loyaltylanced]

@cabinetcuriosities gets a semi-plotted thing -

" Sit. " There's no room for argument in her tone, yet it's not the commanding one she'd hold over the whole of Heaven; it's lighter, just like the hand she puts against his chest. She pushes, firm, grace brimming at her fingertips, and settles against him. " Both of you nearly died. " She turns her head to look at Adam, eyes softening. " I felt you. " She looks back at Barnabas, exasperated words on the exhale. " You could have prayed to me. I would have shown up. "

[mysticdeath]

🍺 + idk cami kinda wants to know what vincent thinks of her 👉 👈

his glass is nearly empty — much like his resolve. or was it half - full? who could tell anymore? rousseau's lights shimmer above as cami's question floated toward him, soft as moonlight but heavy as sin. it was the kind of question he'd typically avoid. the kind that sent him running straight for the hills without so much as a single look back, but the amber liquid inside his glass had turned his mind into a hurricane of strange clarity. ah, camille. bright, fierce cami : radiant as the moon but far too kind, what did he think of her?

vincent blinks, vision swimming as he does his best to focus on the blur of blonde. “cami,” a name slurred as his lips curling into a lopsided grin, eyes glassy with truth and whiskey. “you're … you're too good for all this madness. too pure. a damn daisy in a swamp full of … crocodiles.” he laughed, then hiccuped, immediately solemn. “but there ain't nobody in their right mind who don't like daisies.” in the haze, he realized— truth glowing like fireflies in the dark —that she was the one good thing left in this broken world.

drunk answers, not accepting.

[fvckingmourn]

FVCKINGMOURN ; independent & private, mutuals only, low activity original character set in the vampire diaries universe.

A STUDY IN: hunting monsters in your own home, female rage, healing your inner child through revenge, sibling rivalry, running from your problems, found family, middle child syndrome, becoming the villain that is your father, and being your mother’s worst nightmare.

written + adored by ganon. 21+ they/them. sideblog to @sanguinelupus. all graphics & icons are made by me. icon template by ariapsds.

trigger warnings for: alcoholism, compulsive heterosexuality, violence, use of weaponry, blood drinking.

GOOGLE DOC. (wip) RULES. MEME TAG. SPOTIFY PLAYLIST. IMPORTANT PSA'S.

affiliated with: vampfrey, godmona, cabinetcuriosities, tricursed, traumapyre, insanislupus.

blogroll: @sanguinelupus, @invitisalvatore, @perzysprumia

FREE PALESTINE.

updated: 11 mar. 2024

[kuriology]

The ‘Art of Kuriology’ inspired by Wunderkammer, ‘Cabinets of Curiosity’ & Natures Oddities.

[noedensteampunk-blog]

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[platform58]

#supportartists Regrann from @iembellish - #itscomplicated #cabinetcuriosity #cabinetofcuriosities #shadesofpink #hesaproblem #digitalart #artoftheday #art #artistsoninstagram #artist #gallery

[corvus-coraxs]

my raccoon parts! to you American vultures, this will look pretty meagre, but it's difficult to get raccoon stuff over here in the UK! the skull I bought from cabinetcuriosities on dA, the baculum from @morbidesque ages back, and the tail from a meet up in feb I believe!

[vampfrey]

' you did see that part in the middle about the rest of her guests being hostages without their knowledge right ? ' tobias won't admit outloud that if it came down to a gallery full of people versus the lives of their children, tobias would easily choose their children no matter what. and they know for a fact klaus would say the same. they do not care about the lives of the seemingly innocent when it comes to their family. but tobias knows cami will not allow for this to go on without them doing anything.

' what is she going to do ? ' camille questions. she doesn't know much about tobias's sister, despite her prying attempts to. tobias i pushing some of their hair out of their face. ' her husband is his own one man witch army. let alone the other people she's got involved with. ' tobias feels a bout of sickness roll over them for a moment, but manages to shove it back down. ' what if - '

' what if you and him went instead ? ' tobias knows klaus meant he doesn't want them going at all. but the letter doesn't say klaus isn't allowed to come. it just implies it. and since when does he ever listen anyways ?

Camille has a point; immortals do tend to enjoy dramatics. Which includes throwing huge parties with an underlying agenda at the core of it. Klaus doesn't trust it at all. He doesn't trust Desdemona at all. "Give me that--" He snatches the paper from Cami's hand, eyes on Tobias for a moment, before reading it. With an irritated sigh, he crumples the paper into a ball and throws it into the fireplace. "Well that's absurd. As if I would let Tobias go anywhere without me right now; she's bloody pregnant for fuck's sake." He looks to Tobias again, eyes stern. "You're not going."