* PURE / LUCID / EVIL.

ind, dash - only personification of passion, as imagined by scallop. under construction.  

[ardoir]

ENVIE : the name of the club that asta owns & frequents herself  ---  its original iteration was first opened in the french quarter of new orleans, and it now has a sister location in new york city. it is a strange combination of jazz lounge and nightclub, both locations feature upper and lower levels, and private rooms. entertainment is typically live, and from time to time, asta herself is inclined to perform. it is commonly said that one could lose hours in the establishment, if not days. some regulars even claim to have done so.

[thepickitywitch]

see right through you

[diva-von-teese]

Dita Von Teese photographed by Lionel Deluy for Dita Von Teese Eyewear, 2014.

[ditavonteese]

[diva-von-teese]

By Franz Szony.

[adrasteiax]

“Love turns, lust turns, into the death urge.”

— Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath

[paty-ofarrell]

““Look at my face: I am not afraid of any man alive.””

— Wolf Hall, Hilary Mantel

[plasmapop]

17/11/18: catullus 51 made out of other people’s translations of catullus 51

[soothsaying]

“a kiss like cherries and dirt: as sublime, as corrosively filthy.”

— Pratyusha Prakash  (via champgn)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Bella Akhmadulina, tr. by Stephen Stepanchev, from “Oh To Be A Bride,”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“…with burning, ardent desire.”

— Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, tr. by Judith Thurman, from “Sonnet 187,”

[ardoir]

friendly reminder that if i’m not here you can primarily find me at @halechief, @volchiy, or @asundered. ty !

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💋

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asta’a club in new orleans is so poorly lit and such a playground for elegant depravity i love her and it!

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THE CHILDREN OF HÚRIN  :  𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒃 ?  ;   @viduamor

               ❝    fear ?    ❞        *   BEGUILING FEATURES TWITCH INQUISITIVE,  coy smirk tugging at the corners of bloodred lips    ---      a faux dismissal of an understanding she purports not to possess.     ❝    whatever would i have to fear, angel.  consumption ?   entrapment  .  .  .    ----   death ?    ❞      her laughter leaves her in a breath, mirth twinkling behind the burning green of her gaze.  black hair spills over pale shoulders, appearing in the light to move with vested life of its own, breathing as the caricature breathes, life’s likeness painted upon it.  her fingertips crook beneath her chin, elbow propped upon the table as she leans forward enraptured, jeweled bodice glimmering gold in the light.     ❝    no,  mon chérie.   existence is nothing without the thrill of temptation. the danger of madness   ---    neither one of us should fret that you’ll lead me astray. sorry to say i’m already quite astray, my dear, in the most delicious of ways. you’ll not be making a meal of me, my love. though i would so love to see you try.   ❞

[classic-starters]

starters from the 1910s novel, THE CHILDREN OF HÚRIN, by j. r. r. tolkien

“that oath is still on us.”

“but you live, and so does the enemy who has done this to us.”

“that was a great battle, they say.”

“what is fate?”

“it may be that we fled from the fear of the dark, only to find it here before us, and nowhere else to fly but the sea.”

“we are not afraid any longer.”

“grief is a hone to a hard mind.”

“what lies under your words?”

“where else is hope?”

“i shall be far away and all alone.”

“i would rather look on my foes with my true face.”

“what do you desire?”

“i see that i am mistaken.”

“we take their lives as forfeit, unless they can ransom them.”

“a strange way to gain entry to a fellowship … ”

“outlaws know no law but their needs.”

“then choose a new captain!”

“now tell your tale, and be brief.”

“is it farewell, then?”

“it is growing dark.”

“there is blood on the hill - top.”

“do you fear that you have followed a spider to the heart of his web?”

“why do you look upon me so?”

“i offer you freedom.”

“maybe the tale is too sad yet to tell.”

“i will flee no more.”

“we are hemmed in this land.”

“where all lies on chance, to chance we must trust.”

“you come at last; i have waited to long!”

“it was a dark road. i have come as i could.”

[hornscrown]

𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙿 , 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙿 , 𝙰 𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚆𝚂 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳 ! 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙿 , 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙿 𝚃𝙾 𝙽𝙰𝙽𝙽𝚈 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙴𝙳 . 𝙹𝚄𝙼𝙿 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚃 , 𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙻 . 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙿 , 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙿 , 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝙵 𝙰𝙻𝙻 ! 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙿 , 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙿 , 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙺𝚈 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙳 , 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙿 , 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙿 , 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙴𝙰 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙳 . 𝚆𝙴 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙰𝙽𝚃𝚂 , 𝚆𝙴 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙽 . 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙿 𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂’ 𝙳𝙴𝙽 .

[diva-von-teese]

Dita Von Teese in a new ad for ‘Scandalwood’. A collaboration with Heretic Parfum. ”One of my inspirations for this kind of perfume was I read a lot of erotica and I kept thinking: I wish I could have a scent that speaks to the erotica that I love, that’s maybe set in the 1920s and 30s. This fragrance, it’s kind of animalistic and mingles with face powder and lipstick and smoke and sex. Something that feels a little bit raunchy and dangerous. I wanted to make something that captured that feeling.”