#coffin cut

[sapphirestudiosdesign]

Neveah' 2ct natural black diamonds and white diamonds in balck gold set

Dreamhouse Collection -

https://www.sapphirestudiosdesign.com/dreamhouse

[swampysmiles]

I have one long nail on my right thumb and idk I'm harnessing some kinda power from it

[a-cypress-tree-draws]

So... really starting to look like Lovinia might be marrying Strahd. While @dr-darkwood looks for magical wedding rings, I've been drawing them. Here's the end result. Still not sure of black metal with silver filigree & a coffin-cut ruby is vampire enough...

[acecroft]

SAW V (2008) dir. David Hackl

[nineraeix]

daisy doodles + jon

[throughtrialbyfire]

i will never be normal abt cicero this is a promise. 8 years in a basement waiting for a voice that never comes. 8 years alone with nothing but cobwebs and a corpse you have to tend both on religious and practical levels. a duty solemn and sworn to people who are now dead - your only family - and a god whose existence is older than that of the gods most often worshiped. survivor of two sanctuaries destroyed or otherwise nonfunctional. a newcomer hears the voice you've been straining to hear for almost a decade. the self-doubt and the grief and the "why was i not chosen? was i not enough?" and the anger at the night mother smothered by the religious guilt at the anger. being angry and devoted at the same time and fiercely loyal and loving the very entity who passed over you for someone who knows nothing of your brotherhoods ways because they came into it in a sanctuary where all rite ritual and rules were tossed aside. they dont even know the tenets and yet they were chosen but you were loyal all these years and yet, yet, yet, yet. man.

[s0fter-sin]

ghost stares at the ceiling, chest heaving in a harsh pant; sweat ice on his clammy flesh and soaked into the sheet he restlessly kicks away.

ears still ringing, his fingertips blindly drift down to trail along his vivisection scar. he half-expects blood to smear in their wake. his own line of solomon, who ordered him split in twain; half of him given to a grieving mother and half left with the grieving to be.

just for both his broken halves to be rejected.

what did it make him that his mother grieved him more than she loved him? that she begged to be relieved of him more adamantly than she begged to receive him? why did his worth spill out with his drawn blood? why was his pain lesser than hers?

his hand flexes, digging into the raised scar like it’ll part beneath his fingertips to plunge into his mangled insides. no one knows the cruelty of reforming the halved; his name, his being, not nearly as important as his body when he was stripped from himself. no one knows the pain of healing and understanding losing pieces of yourself means losing your value along with them.

how many more pieces did he have to lose before he was halved once more? before his very presence incurred grief so strong it was better to be rid of him than cradle his bloodied remains?

did the infant fight himself? did he age always at odds with himself; his halves never truly whole? he hopes he wasn’t, that he was spared the loss of self; the fear that one may be welcomed over the other.

who will he lose when the inevitable comes? when he’s ripped apart again? simon? or ghost? is it better to be cursed with choice just like his mother or live with an aftermath chosen for him? does it matter if in the end, he convinces himself there was nothing of him left to lose?

his head lolls to the side and the wild buck of his chest slows. he watches johnny beside him, his face lax with the rare peace of sleep; his cheek squished against the pillow, his lips pursed as long breaths escape him.

johnny. soap. never torn asunder but two all the same.

he carefully reaches out and ghosts his fingers along the jagged scar on his chin. even in sleep, he presses into his bloodied touch. he’s never fled his half-flesh, never shies away from his gore as it spills unbidden from his cleaved torso. he holds on where his mother let him go; cups his stomach to hold his insides in place and never minds the blood that drips through his fingers.

simon will never let him become his own solomon and cannibalise himself. he will never let him question which half of him has more value; which pieces he can afford to lose before he’s cast aside.

ghost’s soap. simon’s johnny. his.

whole, in any incarnation.

[incorrect-gravescest]

In the LIlith AU..

[source]

🩷: Ta daaa! New haircut, new me. My way of turning Dirty Thirty tomorrow. What do you think?

💚: (internally screaming) HOLY SHIT, YOU LOOK GORGEOUS! FUCK, BABE, YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL!

💚: (what he actually says) It looks good on you.

[ryan-waddell11]

me on the phone at any time tbh

[brainrotcharacters]

I think I finally know why this shot was a religious awakening for me

more in tags because you fuckers seem to enjoy that

[mortalitasdeeznuts]

What a sight for sore eyes

[sapphirestudiosdesign]

Neveah' coffin cut bridal set

Dreamhouse Collection -

https://www.sapphirestudiosdesign.com/dreamhouse

[black-salt-cage]

Remisa (Misa Amane x Rem / Death Note) stimboard ☽ - ✰ - ☾ ☽ - ✰ - ☾ ☽ - ✰ - ☾

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ for @stimmers-please-interact!

[liquidlycan]

kid vampire stimboard. true

KID VAMPIRE THEMED STIMBOARD

themes of bats, and lotsa red!

tw open flame, blade

kid vampire belongs to "Mummy Joe" on tiktok!

requested by anon🖊

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[ginrise]

At least a kiss guys come on :( 3 months guys at least one of those horrendous pecks in Japanese series :( rip still the best bl of the year, BUT ONE KISS IS ALL IT TAKES - Dua Lipa, idk when. :(

[itsraining-honey]

doomed yuri