#helltoraise

[morb1dg1rla]

@helltoraise asked : 006, a swing set in an empty playground at night.

it'd been ages since she'd last seen helmin,and all that time she'd been itching to take them to this playground,rumored to be haunted. she knew they'd like the vibe,the spookiness of it,and of course it'd have to be done at night. they were sat on swings,just enjoying each other's company after a long time a part. scout was the first to speak up,a small smile on her face as she looked over at helmin.

❝ i've been wanting to take you here for like ever. it's really rather peaceful,despite the rumors. don't you think ? ❞it was quiet,the moon was shining above them,and it was a crisp slightly chill night,stars shining brightly with a twinkle to them.

❝ i came here once alone and i think it's better to bring a friend. i missed you a lot,you know. ❞

[damienstoker]

🚩 gimme something about graphics

𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬

as someone who LOVES making graphics, i hate how it's kinda needed on here if you want interactions. you can easily get away with having none if you write an attractive male muse or a canon character. but, when it comes to original characters (especially fem presenting) , you always gotta try harder. I LOVE AESTHETICS. I LOVE MAKING PICTURES SO YOU CAN SEE INTO MY MUSE'S LIFE. but, not everyone is lucky to have the resources i have. i think the rpc should really focus on the writing rather than pretty flashy graphics.

[ripscouta]

@helltoraise asked: “Your hair is so soft..”

a smile will come across red painted lips,cheeks hinting at a little bit of blush,❝ thank you. it takes a lot of effort to keep it this soft. you have really pretty hair too. ❞she's trying so hard not to become a tomato,she gets shy when someone compliments her,it's a habit.

❝ totally feel free to braid it,or whatever. it's not this soft for no reason. ❞

[curseplay]

12. how sensitive sexually is your muse?

16. how vocal is your muse when intimate?

intimate headcanon questions. [ ACCEPTING. ]

12. how sensitive sexually is your muse?

very! but not enough that she falls out of commission easily. when she gets overstimulated, she's usually got enough will in her to power through it, more so for her partner's sake than for her own. surefire sensitive spots for her include her stomach, inner thighs, neck, wrists, and lower back.

16. how vocal is your muse when intimate?

she tends to really try and be on the quieter side in terms of volume (a side effect of constantly sharing space with her bandmates), but that doesn't mean she's not constantly running her mouth in some way, shape, or form. paris has a lot of vocal stims in general, and those become more frequent when she's flustered. also big into giving praise, whether it be wholly genuine or veers into mocking territory. the guarantee that she'll always talk you through it is there regardless. but yeah, she rarely ever shuts up.

[fromdeath]

"oh my gooood!" voice is obnoxiously nasal, purposefully up an octave in very eminent mocking. a feigned pout purses her lips. "you really just couldn't wait a little longer for me to get the job done, could youuu?"

@helltoraise ♡'d

[kxllerblond]

@helltoraise / sc

Often times, Clark was more akin to a rattlesnake with his ire and his prejudice against other demons. He'd hiss and let it be known he knew of their presence and they of his, but he'd do nothing more than that. A creature with the simple want to be left alone to spare it from having to bother baring its fangs.

It was in such a mood he found them, his now lukewarm cup of coffee grasped in his hands. His mother had raised him on politeness and manners and keeping his mouth shut if he had nothing pleasant to offer; he'd never been very good at that last one in the face of things he found to be unsavory.

❝ So did you ghost write for Nelly on her song or were you just an inspiration? The maneating, I mean? ❞

[damienstoker]

   leave it to make a demon to make his cheeks flush with a flattered blush. their fingers upon their skin, caused goosebumps to rise in response. helmin's soft hand that he desperately ached for was suddenly taken away to calm their own internal quarrel.

   "don't worry about me right now, okay?" damien requested in a sweet whisper. a soft kiss was placed to their forehead.

   "i promise i won't use this against you. you're safe right now. it's just me." he reassured.

    unsure of how to comfort an infernal, damien resorted to gently petting the demon's head and keeping quiet as helmin began to speak. letting them adjust in his arms as they saw fit. when their eyes locked, it was that very moment when damien realized how genuine their relationship has been. they have never lied to him and never strung him along the way others do. helmin trusted him the way he trusted her. even in their deeply personal emotional turmoil, damien was certain he wasn't going to be harmed.

   "oh man, is it one of those hunter assholes?" he asked with a dramatic eye roll. "i know some of those turds. the worst ones are always the priests. some of them actually do deserve to be eaten."

   the musician then paused, eyes now torn away to look at his recording software. he has comforted plenty of crying fans. why was he struggling to find the right solution to this problem?

   "let's just kill the guy. i'll come with just in case.then, that loser will leave you alone for good." without another word, he scooped helmin into his arms and carried them through his home. instead of taking them to the front door, he carried them bridal style into his bedroom. gently setting them down upon his soft king sized mattress. "we'll do it first thing in the morning."

   the dark sheets were clean. yet, his bed was unkept and the large pillows were on different ends of the bed. warmed up fingers reached for the straps of their heels, taking the blister magnets off for them and setting it aside with care.

   "you left your bunny slippers the last time you were here. those shoes can't possibly be comfortable." damien temporarily left their side to go to his large closet to scout for the clean pink slippers. "you may be an a kick ass demon. but, you're not immune to blisters, babe."

   with the fluffy slippers hooked between two fingers, the brunette dropped to his knees in front of them. the frontman set the slippers onto the dark hardwood and gazed up towards his situationship. a small smirk crept onto his features.

   "kinda funny picturing a priest in a club." damien jested with a soft kiss pressed to helimin's inner knee. "was he a good tipper before he threatened you?"

ㅤㅤㅤno resistance fronts at 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁 , 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬 to move into his arms &. 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 within a few shifts , ashen-smudged eyes flitting closed as relief washes over. ❝ thanks , hon-bun. ❞ 𝘀𝘂𝗲𝗱𝗲-𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘁𝗹𝗲 &. 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 ; tongue recaptured by 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. ( TWO POSSESSED SOULS INTERTWINED ! ) an ear gently pressed to his chest ― 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐧’𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 , timing the beats &. pauses ― 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘅𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆 slow to an ease with each pulsation , 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 ; a dance.

ㅤㅤㅤfinally a palm rises up , 𝘳𝘦-𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 , softly placed on his throat ― lingering for only a moment ; concern for 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 briefly 𝘃𝗮𝗰𝗮𝗻𝘁. ❝ you need 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 breaks. ❞ 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚢𝚛𝚞𝚙 , touch retreating to rest near helmin’s visage , 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻-𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀 absentmindedly 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 ― teeth occasionally 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀. answers still void-hidden , a racing mind seen through grey hues &. a knit brow ; 𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗮𝘁��𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵 , knowing damien would not be the sole one to hear. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 

ㅤㅤㅤ𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 , tides of emotion swaying to become replaced with 𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙨. ❝ if i tell you … and it gets used against me later ― ❞ the remark falls 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝘁 , 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 : 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 , the star would be 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 to forget. ( LACKING THE STOMACH TO SAY IT ALOUD. ) lips purse , opening to talk &. 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 , 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠��𝚛𝚍𝚜. 

ㅤㅤㅤa sigh rattles from caged lungs , acceptance in the moment found , 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗲𝗱. ❝ i was working at the club , right ? and this guy came in , 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 … but i recognized him. not me but ― ❞ helmin gestures at their own body , 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥 , flesh &. form not fully theirs. ❝ ― he’s from home. a 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 my dad worked with. ❞ another pause , the very sentiment 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵. ❝ i tried to avoid him but he wanted a private room. requested me , and only me. ❞ features twist in 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 , fingers 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 balling the material of damien’s shirt.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ i fucking eat creeps for 𝘧𝘶𝘯 and somehow this geriatric freak got to me. ❞ 𝙙𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 at the other , serrated &. sharpened , leaning back into damien’s arms ― face to face. ❝ he recognized me. not ‘liza. me. ❞ ( A COVER BLOWN , THE PREDATOR BECOMING THE PREY. ) fist clenches the fabric tighter , 𝚔𝚗𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍. ❝ he threatened me. ❞

[chrislaplante]

BRONTE'S COMFORT LIST

comfort food(s): pizza, tortas “ahoga perros”, corn “at-home-street-style”, nachos, chicken nuggets, beef taquitos, lentils, etc.

comfort drink(s): honestly? water. lol horchata and coca cola.

comfort movie(s): the exorcist, the terminator, the exorcism of emily rose, split, drive, foxfire, brainscan, constantine, candyman, the rocky films, the ip man films, the star wars (eps 1-6 & rogue one) films, school of rock, donnie darko, 8 mile, the crow, gus van sant’s last days, jeepers creepers, awake, secret window, pet sematary (1&2), rosemary’s baby, my soul to take, child’s play, psycho, the texas chainsaw massacre (remake), jaws, scream, the craft, the lost boys, edward scissorhands, beetlejuice, the matrix, american werewolf in london, the cabinet of dr caligari, zodiac, red dragon, rambo/first blood, insidious (1,2&5), the Halloween franchise, the Friday the 13th franchise, the a nightmare on elm street franchise (with remake), the evil dead (& remake), gremlins, ghostbusters (1&2), silent night deadly night, the amityville horror, my friend dahmer, murder by numbers, sinister, twister, twisted nerve, natural born killers, behind the mask, the sixth sense, Alice in wonderland, peter pan, dumbo, bambi, the land before time, the sword in the stone, the aristocats, the beauty and the beast, etc.

comfort show(s): bob’s burgers, dexter, sons of anarchy, 21 jump street, renegade, stephen king’s rose red, salem’s lot, american horror story (first two seasons), tales from the crypt, daria, catfish, the twilight zone, criminal minds, the x files, the green hornet, etc.

comfort clothing: ripped jeans, baggy (oversized) tees, baggy (oversized) hoodies, cargo pants and shorts, plaid button-ups, sweatpants (joggers), overall pants, long socks, sneakers, combat boots, trench coats, “grandpa” or “80s dad” sweaters, bunny slippers, sandals with socks, the occasional dress or romper, etc.

comfort song(s): what’s up (4 non blondes), stan (eminem), vampires will never hurt you (mcr), darkside (bring me the horizon), disgusting semla (morbid), one (metallica), the hunger (distillers), burn (the cure), oye mi amor (mana), afuera (caifanes), jeremy (pearl jam), numb (linkin park), nightcall (kavinsky), etc.

comfort book(s): red dragon, the wasp factory, frankenstein, damien echols’ autobiography, darkly dreaming dexter, joyland (sk), into the wild, the jedi quest book series, the i am not a serial killer book series, the crow (comic), the exorcist, salem’s lot, drive, constantine (film novelization), hellblazer (comics), per yngve ohlin (clem petit-huguenin), lots of old dh darth vader comic runs, etc.

comfort game(s): battleship, guess who, perfection, operation, ouija, “baseball” (card game), checkers, chinese checkers, puzzles, dark lore, the golden ticket, duck hunt, hog.warts legacy, etc.

stolen from: @walkeddeath. framing: @k4rlsson, @freakarus, @strigoix / @miercolaes, @morb1dg1rl, @wastrels, @liraspins, @likeorpheus, @stringmastery, @hangtenn, @nuks, @andtheylive, @absentpublic, @00sgoth, @punkzombie, @popularmxnster, @mrdelroy, @allevils, @getslashed, @bloodykneestm, @helvehte, @helltoraise, @facepeeled, @cheekypriest, @v011d, @roznrot, @poisonedfire, @butscrewmefirst, @notimminent, @sweets1n, @daensuse, @horrorface, + you.

[heircurse-1]

Q: what flavor is your soul?

A: honey.

" sugared mel e lingua serpentis. " sugared honey from a serpent's tongue. oh dearest , look how you gleam. how the sunlight dances off your shoulders , how the heavens shine across your wingtips. but you are hollow , hollow , hollow. even the taste of nectar can choke a man. sometimes the sweetest flowers hide the sharpest poison. you lie to yourself , the worst lie of all. you needn't be so obsessed with perfect. the greatest beauty lies in our faults. do you think the moon apologizes for their mara? no , their craters add to their glow. my dear , breathe. you are not an island , breathe , before the honey drowns you. you wish to be lovely , you long to be loved. but did aphrodite trade her powers for perfection? she did not. you can be beautiful , and also whole. be whole above anything else dear. a heart of diamonds is worth nothing if ichor oozes from it. inward. look within and question how well do you know yourself? little petal are you trying to be a god? why? can a god bloom from sullen soil? no. you are whole as you are.

tagged: @painofhumanity ♡ tagging: @andeat @madefetch @frxncaise @deathhustled @corvidamned @voyennayavdova @madeblonde @crushsung @gareththegreat @vulpuslunae @ripscout @damienstoker @helltoraise

[rcjoice]

TYPES OF PEOPLE - WEATHER.

RAIN - melancholy at best , introspective , severely misunderstood , pleasure in the subdued , helping in your own way , dreams in poetry , the slowness of falling asleep , refreshing meditation .

SUN - sun-bleached clothes , futures that are too bright , everything at arm’s length , balancing intensity , blind encouragement , comfort of sleep , distracting sunspots in your vision , necessity of growth .

STORM - chaos with a purpose , emotions running high , natural comfortable anarchy , high volume , leaving your mark , brief flashes of violence , rambling quickly , the intensity of desire .

WIND - running towards instead of away , instinctive motivation , making an impact , knows everyone who knows anyone , playful pranks , mood swings in a split second , collecting old trinkets , uncontrollable focus .

SNOW - serene on the surface , cold blooded heart , love it or hate it attitude , good memories , heavy discussions , sharp determination , relentless resolve , not as scary as it seems .

tagged by : @helltoraise

tagging: @nearestend @pasteight @catfcng @icebrgvdka

[damienstoker]

@helltoraise 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐡

[timerevolt]

how are you color coded ?

YELLOW CODED

yellow, a study in wildfires, honeycombs, and summer rain. everyone sees you smiling and laughing, happy in all the ways but the way that you know is true to you. everyone believes that nothing bad could happen to you, that you live life so freely that you'd never miss a beat, even if something bad DID happen to happen around or to you. but you're as miserable as the rest of them. you might be warm and gentle, when you need to be, but at the end of the day, you have long since accepted that fire is like you: best to be admired but never touched.

  tagged by: @helltoraise

tagging: @cagedchoices @sadizem @fallenregent @scribedheart @brknallure ( chaos )@hersilver @everyoneismytoy @poisongardn @prettycutepsycho @sarcasticsnackpack @carp3diems ( paxton ) @havvkinsqueen @proofwhisky @victor10us @leighiche @painmon @c9ptain @never-surrender @bankruptor @redemptioninterlude @stamour @devilsnare ( michael )

[spartax-prince]

𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑴 𝑶𝑭 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑫𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑬𝑴𝑩𝑶𝑫𝒀?

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 | [ 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 ] 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘤𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 "𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦" 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘫𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 "𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶" 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘫𝘰𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 "𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦" 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 "𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦"

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[fromdeath]

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬.

( 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 ; 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 ) 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 - 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 & 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬.

JOHN KEATS.    the lavender in sunsets,  flowers in the rain,  sunlight slipping through clouds,  lazy summer afternoons,  the heavy scent of musk,  flickering candlelight reflecting off the gold titles of books,  fireflies on a cool summer night,  being wrapped in fresh bed sheets,  the ache of wanting what you can never have,  dripping sunlight like gold,  loving someone so exquisite,  soft lips and soft whispers,  fingers through hair,  names of lovers carved in trees,  broken glass,  the insistence of being perpetually dreamy.

F. SCOTT FITZGERALD. crisp winter skies with cold bright stars, mahogany wood, the solitude of an early autumn morning wrapped in fog, empty bottles on stacks and stacks of books haphazardly placed in a messy room, bruised arms reaching out into the darkness, cigarette smoke just barely hiding the scent of alcohol, a wall of books all poetry and old and weathered, the way tragedy strikes in your heart but ends up stopping your breathing for a moment, your favorite sweater, parties spilling into four a.m. with the stars above spinning and dancing, the contrast of blood against snow, a purple split lip oozing blood, black eyes fading to blue to pale skin, the butterflies of falling in love for the first time, the statues falling apart over time in cemeteries, the romanticization of self-destruction.

FRANZ KAFKA. the weight of dread that sits heavily in your stomach when thinking about the future, decrepit houses cloaked in mystery from children telling stories of people who died there, the way not even light can escape a black hole, the rich smell of old books, delicate veins in the wrist, ghosts filling lungs, shattered bones, raindrops on the tongue, rusting metal, nostalgia that aches, the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head.

H.P. LOVECRAFT. the anxiety felt when staring into an unknown cave, pouring rain and mud, a child’s fear of the dark, thinking so many questions about your existence as you stare at the vast expanse of never-ending ocean, the silence of three a.m., ouija boards and urban legends.

JACK KEROUAC. the brisk pine air of being on a mountain, travels without a destination, those nights where you’re missing three hours of memory, screaming to a lifeless desert about how you’re so alive, coffee shops late at night, car rides at night spent speeding and laughing in the dark, naps spent in the sun, novels highlighted and underlined with notes and epiphanies in the margins, the way uncertainty sits on the shoulders, ignoring flaws and loving life, wind through hair, depression as fog in the brain, impossible ideals, a quiet sunrise, walks alone, when you think about trying to discover all the secrets to the universe, dazzling people, open lands stretching out into infinity, falling in love with being alive.

EDGAR ALLAN POE. the ocean’s horizon inseparable from fog, hollow bones, a preserved heart held in hands, twinkling stars above an old graveyard, the way everything turns to dust, silent black birds with eyes full of wisdom, self-inflicted flames, perfection depicted as a rotting corpse, death as bricks in the heart, lips barely brushing against each other, glassy glazed eyes, biting into a lemon, heart-shaped bruises, rotting flowers on a grave, dried blood and spilled liquor, the hush of dusk when it begins raining, the intimacy of a secret.

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[damienstoker]

ㅤa small look. not knowing is certainly not fun and is usually the main culprit of his problems. for the sake of learning more about the other, he let the comment slide.

ㅤgoosebumps rose upon his skin at the demon's touch, heart beat thumping like a beat to one of his songs. steady and slowly increasing as he grew close to his lover. sweet perfume invading his senses once more. his brown eyes flickered to the bunny slippers, floppy ears crunched as helmin tried to get to eye level with him. even being aware of their true nature; he loved the sight of them.

ㅤ"being human . . . or pretending to be one, is never easy- i guess."

ㅤtheir next words had him intrigued him, his gaze landed back upon them. wondering what will follow their question. it's not often a demon will reveal personal information. even helmin. much of their backstory is still a mystery to him. he lifts his hand and hooked his large pinky around their own smaller finger.

ㅤ"𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒."

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐘𝐋𝐄 on a poorly upholstered couch , 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 , attention now entirely within the confines of the cheaply rented motel room. they watched as he paused &. moved — 𝗳𝗼𝗰𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗹𝘆 on damien , attentitve to every facial expression &. shift in skin. their mention of 𝙖𝙗𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 granting a bone to chew on , a sense of his emotions ; like an iron prod , they were awake enough to realize the sharp , stinging poke.

ㅤㅤㅤgaze follows as he stands , traveling along his path as damien gets closer , body loosening tension in response to his new found proximity ; 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 around him from countless hours together , easing into the situation through closeness. his 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀 on their overheated skin , something small enough to coax a gentle &. warm grin to their countenance. ❛ ❛ you're sweet. ❜ ❜

ㅤㅤㅤsmile dampened in the slightest , sensing his hesitation ; a fresh sensation lingering in the air. ❛ ❛ not knowing is part of the fun , isn't it ? ❜ ❜ a scoff escapes them , one filled with coyness &. play. pretending to be fine when inwardly — a struggling hurricane of emotions , something 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 would 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 get used to ; flaws of 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺 , side effect of possessing such rotten flesh.

ㅤㅤㅤ❛ ❛ it's half the issue , too. i don't know what's going on with me , either. ❜ ❜ sat up on their knees — an attempt to bring themself to his 𝗲𝘆𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗹 ; fingers walking their way up his chest before a palm comes to rest over his heart. 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵. ❛ ❛ playing human is 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙. i feel drained. ❜ ❜ hot air of a sigh escapes them.

ㅤㅤㅤ𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗲 — not the root issue but only a symptom. body shared willingly &. eagerly with damien , their mind was something 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙙. secrets , enns , sigils , deeper thoughts — all things kept to themself ; a creature of old habits , one not used to sharing vulnerabilities. ❛ ❛ if i tell you what's wrong , do you pinky promise not to laugh ? ❜ ❜

[ripscouta]

𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐘,𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 ?

( 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 & 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 ) : you’re mysterious and alluring. when lovers seek a magnetic connection, they pray to you. you’re particularly associated with eros, erotic love, and mania, obsessive love. you exude intense magnetism and your voice is like a siren call, luring anyone and everyone you desire.

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