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[tricksire]

❝ It’s only ARSON if it’s NOT an ACT OF GOD. SO NO. I did not commit arson. ❞ He looks up imperiously at the other man, wiry arms crossed upon his chest. Honestly, the NERVE of some people. 

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[faeblcssed-archive]

❛   .      .      .      i      do      so      love      statues      .      because     even      when      the      fire’s      burnt      &      the      winds      have      blown       &      the      water’s      dried      ;      you’ll      still      find      stone      .       ❜

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[pastfound-a]

        anya  looks  around  the  theatre  in  awe,  eyes  marveling  at  the  beauty  of  the  design.   she’s  certain  she’s  seen  much  grander  places  (  palaces,  most  likely  )  than  this,  grand  duchess  and  all,  though  there  are  none  that  she  can  remember  clearly;  even  the  palace  she  grew  up  in  she  could  hardly  remember.   still,  she  supposed  that  even  with  all  her  memories  intact,  this  place  would  definitely  make  it  to  the  list.   ❛    pretty,    ❜   she  mutters  in  russian  as  she  turns  a  corner.

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[citialiin]

          ☆ @corpsemade HAILED FOR A STARTER

     ❝ NOT THAT I don’t respect your many, many, many, many      years in the music industry, but I can’t help but to feel that      you’re not the best fit to produce my album.  I mean, after      all, I’m trying to be the future of music, not stick to past      conventions.  And you -- well, you’re rather ... ❞

     HE TAPS his gel-manicured nail against the wooden table      incessantly, eyes narrowed as he peers at the other; his      brows furrow as he struggles to find a way to soften the      proverbial blow.  ❝ Well, ❞ he acquiesces, ❝ you’re sort of      old-fashioned, aren’t you ? ❞

[heavenkills]

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❝    say,    what’s    with    that    mask    ?    ❞    asks    grell,    though    she    really    shouldn’t.    but    she’s    nosy    and    she    doesn’t    know    any    better.    ❝    is    it    for    a    play    ?    you    know,    i    think    you’d    look    so    much    more    handsome    without    it    !    ❞

[papalrot]

@𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄  𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃: ❝  what  do  your  manners  tell  you  ?  ❞

❛           my    manners        .  .  .     i   do  not   t’ ink  i  have  those           ———-            although   i   do   remember  a  conscience   in   this   body   some   time   ago   !                  ❜                 

[mysteriesdelved]

         ‘seems i can’t turn my back for any amount of TIME before you find yourself causing trouble again, erik. really, i thought i would have much more trouble finding this ah... ABODE of yours.’ a deeply damp place, nadir would note from how soggy his shoes were getting and the unpleasant aroma. ‘dare i ask what i’ve MISSED?’

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[dechagnys]

the phantom of the opera   ...   how do I begin to explain the phantom of the opera   ???  

the phantom of the opera is flawless.  

he has two fendi fedoras and a music box in the shape of a barrel organ ,  attached to the top a figure of a monkey in persian robes playing the cymbals.

I hear his mask's insured for 10,000 francs.  

I hear he does assassinations ... in persia.  

his favorite opera is faust.  

one time he met the sultana in persia   ---   and she told him he was ugly.         

one time he punched raoul in the face   ...   it was awesome.

[sayitthrice]

corpsemade replied to your post “TIME TO FUCKING RIOT .”

alex was fucking robbed

YES HE FUCKING WAS .

[eatrude]

@corpsemade / sc. ↳ waltz for lecter  /  halia meguid

“ I am speaking of dread and hunger -- Do you know hunger? “  Innate sense of darkness.  His table is set, an immaculate spread and every bit of decor chosen carefully.  HE KNOWS.  Hannibal knows hunger, knows starvation -- of the mind and the soul, of the body.  He knows it when he sees it in someone else, too.       “ Precisely.  It needs to be fed. “ 

[ratpoisons]

@corpsemade  :   ‘  i just want it to end.  i want it to all go away.  i want to go away.  ’

Familiar words now foreign  to him,  yet they recall old wounds.   Copia knew the babble of a powerless man well;   He knew the semblance they carry with them,  haunted,  like their burdens had been pulling them slowly to the depths of the ocean --- Whether they had power once or never at all it was always the same.   Despair is a force to be reckoned with.   He could sympathise  (  just  )  with being entrapped in that longing to escape.   Go back in time or jump through a rift and enter a universe where life hadn’t dealt such an abysmal hand.

He nodded,  saying nothing at first,  brow furrowed in thought.   And then he approaches moving like cold Autumn fog,  his voice soft and eerie.      ❛  Well you could,  you know. ❜      Three rats follow him never leaving his vicinity.   Now he knows it’s oft not that simple to uproot one’s existence --- But that’s not exactly what he’s thinking.      ❛ Become something .  .  . Bigger.   A greater augmentation of yourself.   Leave your woe in the past and take what makes you powerful.   Get it? ❜      It’s what he told himself once.   And he never looked back.

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[horrauer-a]

GOTHIC   TEEN   TAKES   a   deep   breath  ,   eyes   shifting   ‘round   the   emptied   halls  ,   cautious  .   Stories   are   told   of   ghosts  ,   poltergeists  ,   &&.   though   a   being   of   tricks   &&.   threats   sounds   most   like   Betelgeuse  ,   an   open   mind   will   attempt   to   be   had  .  The   Maitlands   are   lovely  ,   most   others   seen   through   veils   of   fog   &&.   mist   of   the   Netherworld   were   lovely  ,   maybe   this   one   is   too  .  Betelgeuse   could   be   a   one - off  ,   an   oddity  ,   demons   and   ghosts   are   different   after   all  !   ❝  Niiice   ghostie  ,  ❞   

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[lyinteeth]

BALACLAVA / arctic monkeys --- @corpsemade

      “ 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖐 of salty cheeks and runny makeup alone? “ 

[picturerot]

                               ‘  ... I  feared  DEATH  once  ,  afraid  of  it  as  boys  shall ,  growing  weary  and  letting  the  HADES  of  our  time  slowly  draw  his  finger  to  my  shoulder  ,  ’   Dorian  murmurs  ,  ‘ but  that  was  some  time  ago  and  perhaps  from  the  sheer  numbness  of  oneself  ,  I  could  give  a  thought  less  to  him  and  more  into  myself  with  no  WORRY  of  tomorrow. ’  There  had  been  for  only  a  moment  a  glint  to  the  bloke’s  eyes  ,  ‘  what  odd  phrases  from  me  !  Deep  as  it  was  ,  I  suppose  MUSIC  makes  me  think  of  notions  so  conceptual. ’  @corpsemade

[skyfulcfstars]

@corpsemade liked for a starter.

     she does pity those who end up in the underworld and it is not as they expect. the realm of factories and foundries that seems to drown out all else. it’s why persephone has carved out her speakeasy, her own crack in the wall for shades to gather and taste the world above once more. gives her purpose aside from laying dread queen of hell. and there’s music; always music, with which to drown out everything beyond those four walls. 

   she is always in search of new comrades in arms - namely those who can help her bring music back to the underworld, something to brighten up the dreary grey blob that is hadestown. which is why she plants a tin cup of wine in front of her current target, sipping from her own flask.

   “you look like you could use a pick me up.”

[xweofmanyfaces]

Choices

     Everything had been about choices, choices she should make and choices she shouldn’t, her decisions never truly her own. It had been a choice if she were to be a singer when she was presented with the opportunity, and even though it had been her dream she had been afraid, and her choice had been made for her. It had been a choice if she were to perform in The Phantom’s play to help Raoul and the police capture him. It was a choice they didn’t let her make, a decision that was taken from her with no regard for what she wanted. And here she was, faced with another decision-did she choose Raoul and get him killed or choose her Angel and save his life?

     But, in that split second of panic, she found herself realizing she didn’t want to choose her Angel simply to save Raoul. Obviously she didn’t want anything to happen to Raoul, he didn’t deserve death in her eyes, but she wasn’t sure he was what she wanted in that moment. As she looked between Raoul and her Phantom she walked towards him, feeling overwhelmed, as if she wasn’t truly controlling herself. She walked up to him, looking up into his eyes. No one had ever been there for her the way he had, as devoted to her as he was, no one but her father. And the idea of leaving this place with or without Raoul and losing her Angel, didn’t feel right.

     So with one last looked to Raoul who was trying to pull the rope away from his neck, she turned back to the older man in front of her and held his face with both hands, unafraid now of his marks, knowing they couldn’t hurt her, and her lips crashed down upon his. He was her choice...and she wanted to make this choice herself. She chose him...she chose her angel.

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