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@anthanios
hello angels, this is a final post regarding the status of this blog which is : ABANDONED AND INACTIVE. i still write elektra, naturally, but i have a secondary muse as well. if you are interested in following me, you may follow me at these urls: @eikesis & @eisolat this blog will be deleted eventually so feel free to use it as a resource until then. :)
hello it is 5 in the morning where i am and i have impulsively remade this blog under a BRAND NEW URL!!!! i will be transferring things over, stuff in my inbox etc. so if you’re interested in the new url, give this a like and i’ll follow you from the new blog!
hello it is 5 in the morning where i am and i have impulsively remade this blog under a BRAND NEW URL!!!! i will be transferring things over, stuff in my inbox etc. so if you’re interested in the new url, give this a like and i’ll follow you from the new blog!
hello it is 5 in the morning where i am and i have impulsively remade this blog under a BRAND NEW URL!!!! i will be transferring things over, stuff in my inbox etc. so if you’re interested in the new url, give this a like and i’ll follow you from the new blog!
ELEKTRA WILL ALWAYS BE A FIGURE OF MYTH. a ghost whose name you’d whisper in the privacy behind closed doors. she: existing entirely in a half-existing state. though to be dead, or if not dead, then certainly not alive. always in an inbetween. her name means fear. it rises guilt in the gut, instills a feeling of nausea. a monster you cannot escape, someone you cannot obliterate. the walking penance for your sins. clothing herself in your blood. nemesis: the inescapable. herald of vengeance. thought, falsely, to be but a myth long forgotten. but you hear the beat of her war-horse and realize, in terror, that she is among flesh and blood. she is not a person you know, nor a face you recognize. but instead there is the vaguest sense of recollection: as one might feel when death comes knocking at their door.
QUEEN OF LIFE, blooming as flora.
SHE WALKS IN SPRING. wilful sacrifice to the wolves, she’ll peel away sheep’s skin and bare her throat instead. YOU, BEAUTIFUL SOLILOQUY !! chaos touches porcelain, tongues of fire wrapped around ankles, and still she stands ——— and still she boils the air she touches. like glimmering, beautiful stars, her warmth is only perceived, and not felt. few are those worthy of such delight. lashes flutter in languid affection ‘pon the approach, unafraid to shatter in the presence of the divine ( ARE YOU NOT MARBLE ?? ARE YOU NOT CELESTIAL ?? ) until she is close enough to run her fingers down a bare arm. both hands wrap around one of elektra’s hands, bringing it up to press it against her own cheek, careful not to snag at her flesh with the edge of her smile. “ i heard word you were in quite the mood today, my love. ”
FEW KNOW THE GLORY OF STARLIGHT. touch the whitehot stars with fingertips, knowing , intimately , the feeling of heaven beneath hands. but she is of the priveleged souls who know. who trail their hands as if through celestial water. the perfume arrives before she does. freshly blossomed roses, hint of belladonna. hands explore the expanse of her arm, find her hands and takes them as her own. presses them to the supple tenderness of her cheeks which are round and flushed with a grin. how you poison me, inflict me with desires. they all see you as bright and shining, my queen, but i see the edge of your executioner’s axe. i see the secrets in you, your blazing rage. you make it beautiful to me.
“ MOOD , ah. THAT IS THE WORD FOR IT. ” she traces her lover’s cheek, draws her fingertips across those painted lips. smears her skin with the berries tint. “ the chancellor has a sharp tongue on him. i merely gave him a warning. learn to control its wagging, or i’d be taking it for safekeeping. ” she still remembers the way his eyes bulged, how he at once became a worm to her. ripe and wriggling beneath the weight of her gaze.
“ do not worry, i haven’t threatened anyone else. ”
“ but: i suppose the day is still young, after all. ”
“She rises like the blood moon in a sky of a thousand stars bursting.”
— Nikita Gill, from “Great Goddesses: Life Lessons from Myths & Monsters,”
Sympathy for Lady Vengeance (2005) dir. by Park Chan-wook
unfortunately for everybody i will keep doing whatever i want
aimrot·.
𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌 𝘐𝘚 𝘈 𝘚𝘓𝘖𝘞 𝘌𝘟𝘏𝘈𝘓𝘌, frame taut with unspoken tension. guise cleverly cloaked with a kiss of rouge– a gaping wound trying to heal, varying shades of gray speckled with sanguine / onward to claim her vengeance. gloved digits remove hood, and a small smile is offered to wraith. pre-determined meeting place shrouded in evenings shroud.
❝ I WASN’T SURE IF I WOULD MAKE IT, sorry to keep you waiting. ❞
“ YOUR FIRST LESSON FROM ME COULD BE PUNCTUALITY . ” it is a gentle teasing she offers, standing from her kneeled state.. - she had sat in waiting, brewing over what the lesson plan truly would be. oh, she knew all the basics already. but perhaps elektra could advance them further, make her limbs faster in their delivery to bone and flesh. “ busy night ? if you prefer the company of others, you could go home. i’d hate to know i’m not going to be the only one you’ve fought tonight. ”
Gustave Moreau - Study for Lady Macbeth (1851) Brian De Palma - Carrie (1976) Alexander McQueen - Joan (1998)
insp.
didnt you die
That was weeks ago dude. Things change
Send me ℧ for me to generate a scenario for our muses
Using THIS generator. .
I desire the things which will destroy me in the end.
The Journals of Sylvia Plath (via spellstress)
HOW STRANGE IT IS, HOW BEAUTIFUL IT IS. to know love & to feel it as sure as breathing, to feel the skin of anothers beneath your palm , the way their breath trembles at just a parting of flesh, there is a kiss planted to the corner of her lips. a kiss as sure as the dawn heralded by the sun. you silly romantic creature, does your heart yet still beat at such a gesture ? can you yet to succumb to love & want ? of course. if my succumbing is yet to her ; i yield, willingly. she becomes complacent, this stilled beast. she looks upwards to her lover, and finds that this is what power looks like.
the morning light catches in her hair, warms her cheeks to gold. the sigh that leaves her lips is a breath of eros. wrapping arms around a lover’s waist, her morning sun pulled within an embrace. she nuzzles the base of a neck, leaves trails of kisses to the down of her hairline. you lovely celestial. i have caught in my arms, the sun itself. & she kisses me unprompted, as if my mouth does not hide a monster’s teeth. as if i do not taste of blood, and yet, something sweet even still.
“ ah, ah. you cannot just steal a kiss and run away. ” she signs into the woman’s skin, hiding the coyness that shines in the warmth of her eyes. splays her lovers palms and allows her fingers to speak those words. “ you know i am too greedy for just one kiss, i like yours far too much. ”
/ @vocaels
