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𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔡 - #𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 - * highly selective and mutually exclusive multi-muse. | activity level: low priority/sporadic.

this blog contains dark themes. including but not limited to: suicidal ideation, mental health, blasphemy, religious imagery, sexual themes, various types of abuse, cannibalism, substance use, gore, and more. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝟐𝟏. [ drafts: 6 | asks: 27 | queue is running ] 𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 : @prim0star / @divinehr / @antiquelic , @malignantdevil , @anishael muses and guidelines

[crypticidea]

this blog is an archive now.

i’m over @crypticide

[crypticidea]

this blog is an archive now.

i’m over @crypticide

[crypticidea]

this blog is an archive now.

i’m over @crypticide

[crypticidea]

stay tuned - remaking :)

i’ll be carrying over all my drafts and like 80% of my asks.

[crypticidea]

if u still wanna be mutuals lmk!

[crypticidea]

stay tuned - remaking :)

i’ll be carrying over all my drafts and like 80% of my asks.

[lovedying]

poor, unhappy erik! shall we pity him? shall we curse him? he asked only to be 'some one,' like everybody else. but he was too ugly! and he had to hide his genius or use it to play tricks with, when, with an ordinary face, he would have been one of the most distinguished of mankind! he had a heart that could have held the entire empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar. ah, yes, we must need pity the opera ghost . . .

━━━━━━━━ #𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 ; an independent, private, & selective 𝓹𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓶 from the phantom of the opera. mutuals only. : adored by 𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖊

[crypticidea]

hi dash! i'm off for the next few days so i intend to do some writing on here and some cleaning up! :) i hope you are all well. i'm more active on discord rn! if ur a mutual and want it, lmk.

[lawhurt]

seems like yesterday . . . i lay down next to your boots and i prayed. for your anger to end. oh father, i have sinned

a private &. selective rp blog, for jamie (james) michael dutton of [ 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡'𝑠 ] 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎. (somewhat headcanon based, especially post season 4). wrangled by : morgan ©

[waerlogas-deactivated20130527]

i may seem like an angry person on the surface but deep inside im actually angrier

[crypticidea]

get to know me better.

alias / name: wren.

birthday: july 16

zodiac: cancer.

height: 5'3

hobbies: gaming, writing, plants, art of multiple mediums.

favorite colors: black, softer shades of blue, deep reds.

favorite books: it’s been too long since i’ve read but i’ve always enjoyed: the catcher in the rye, the outsiders, the body, interview with the vampire (and others), the perks of being a wallflower (comfort book. i still have my original copy from 2009 with coffee stains and creases. it’s well loved.)

last song: sun bleached flies by ethel cain 😵‍💫

last movie: legally blonde

last show: criminal minds evolution

recent read: currently and slowly reading fight club by chuck palahniuk

fun fact: i collect vinyl and i like to ignore life and sit at the lake.

stolen from @andeat

[anishael-a]

[ CHIN ]:          as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly. — gray

𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒍 , seeking the comforts of the flesh , or simply craving company.   though most were senators  &  military men , but an occasional stranger would pass through from time to time  [ ... ]  so it is when gray enters , that aniela nearly breaks her neck with how quickly she snaps it towards them.   immediately , she feels a buzzing sensation , like angry bees , except the fluttering of their tiny wings tickles across her skin.   she felt pulled to them  &  in that moment , everything seems to muffle.   they were speaking with vorena  &  there's a moment that aniela thinks  ( in disappointment )  that she won't let them through  [ ... ]  until she does  &  the selkie poises herself to greet them , though suprise is quite evident on her features as vorena steps between them with a firm  " the madame is extra. "   her heart climbs into her throat as a gentle , trembling hand touches vorena's shoulder.  " i'll be all right , vorena.   go and see if the girls need anything. "   it was met with a questioning glance from her right hand woman , but she obeys , leaving aniela alone with the stranger.

she tries to swallow , her gilded gaze falling floorward.  " i apologize , "   she murmurs to the ground ,  " my vorena is very protective over me. "   eye contact ,  she thinks , until their finger is tucked 'neath her chin , tilting it up.   she sucks in a breath —- it trembles.   she tries to swallow , but her mouth has gone dry  &  as her eyes lift to meet their own , she can feel how her knees wobble.  [ SHE WONDERS IF THEY CAN FEEL IT TOO. ]   the touch is so light on her skin that despite the way her lids flutter , she's frustrated that she cannot tell what they are feeling  &  so , without breaking eye contact , her fingertips ghost over his arm , traveling up  &  up until the digits circle 'round their wrist.   she wants to feel them.

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎‎ @crypticide 𓆩✧𓆪 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒈𝒐 .ᐟ

[crypticidea]

you'd been in places like this countless times. been to places that no mere human could even the most mundane of humankind would even begin to conceptualize. you, ancient being - had seen the horrors of man since the start of time. some of which you'd played a helping hand in the destruction and corruption of it all. how you'd seen empires rise and fall and brother turn against brother. how you had convinced even the most holy of men to commit horrors deemed worthy of hell.

how you've scouted this place out since your arrival in the city. sensed her aura from miles away. the intrigue of someone whose soul smelled of pure intentions despite the place in which she were. her protection is warranted, when you're greeted with first rejection. despite intentions to push back, her voice breaks through and ushers guard woman away. mouth lifts in corner as brow rose, an amused smirk. soft voice soon utters an apology and explanation. one of which you did not ask for nor required. head shook from side to side as if to say 'no. don't waste apologies on the mundane.' for you knew that apologies were reserved for something more --- sinister.

this body new to you, soul consumed days ago. standing a foot taller than she, a finger reaches forward; hooking under her chin and tilting it upwards. dark eyes studying her over curiously; composure remained as if you were statuesque in expression. how she radiated. longing and trembling under your light touch. how curious. how enticing. as her fingers cascade up skin, it tingles; slender fingers latching around your borrowed wrist.

after growing silence, you smile. ❝ do you not grow tired of a place such as this? ❞ arm snakes slowly around her, settling on lower back with slow trail of fingers up and down her spin. your head tilts slightly to study her face still. ❝ tell me what you gain from it? is it fulfilling you? ❞

[crypticidea]

“ jesus can always reject his father, but he cannot escape his mother’s blood. ” [ @divinehr ] * - you, bruised boy, who had lost both mother and father; been forgotten by both - tossed aside as if you were garbage.    you’d rejected where you had come from, whose blood had made you. Just as you had rejected any notion of god or jesus.  what had praying done for you? what had the concept of god done for you?    the notion that god loves you but not enough to save you, you had still died and were given a gift you’d never asked for. a gift that condemned you to an eternity of hell. boy turned fiend.

what was she to you now? a mother who had fed you her blood. one of whom had not rejected you just as you had not rejected her.

❝ i've spent a long time rejecting where i came from and what i became. are we part of one another now as i have fed from you? ❞

[carnivhore-deactivated20251014]

girls who look like they want to cut you open😋

[crypticidea]

dynamics and ships? 🤗

[crypticidea]

learn about the mun - *

i'm over 5'5 (5’3 actually) / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or more piercings / i have at least one or more tattoos / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports (played soccer as a kid until I hurt my ankle) / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years/ i am an only child (oldest of 4)

tagged by: @divinehr

tagging: anyone ❤️

[andeat-m-deactivated20240723]

@crypticide : [ skinny dipping ]   go skinny dipping with my muse. - from mina. maybe cleaning off after being covered in blood?

the blood caked on his skin begins to itch. flaking when a hand lifts from the steering wheel to scratch at it. his mouth and neck are coated in the mess. so is mina's. he's amped up in the glow of satiation, body buzzing with adrenaline as he peels down the empty highway. he's going to the place listed on the license, like he always does, assuring its emptiness. the guy lacked a wedding ring with an attitude telling lee that's for a reason. and it would give them a roof over their heads for the night or a couple. he knows she's getting sick of the truck bed. she doesn't believe him when he tells her she'll get used to it eventually.

but then a sign pointing out a nearby lake cuts through the setting sunlight. and he nudges her, suggesting they make a pit stop. it'll hold them off until they get to an actual shower. they can have a picnic by the waterside, too, if they get hungry again. he's good for awhile, but knows she'll like the idea. would be kinda stupid to pass it up, anyway. especially on a nice evening like this. the sky's got no clouds in it. can't take that for granted.

" — jesus. that's fuckin' cold. " they're in the water now after sitting in the grass for awhile. talking about this and that. mina's in her birthday suit (of course), but he opted to keep his boxers on. for now. he's hugging himself after canon-balling in. she's swimming around next to him; and looks like some kinda witch with the way her hair's clinging to her face over the blood running down it. she looks pretty. after a moment of staring, he splashes her by slamming his palm into the ripples. cracking a grin smeared red.

[crypticidea]

blood-stained chin, neck, and strands of light hair; matching him in a bloody appearance. it’s begun to itch, noticing the way it cracks when you scrunch up your nose or the way that your hair clumps together.   it’s enough to cause a sensory nightmare but not enough to make you speak up about it.  it was rare that you’d complain, often internalizing a lot of the discomfort but you knew he was able to tell of your discomfort, knowing well that you were craving some sort of comfort, normalcy. you’re staring out the window, watching trees as they pass; it’s not until he nudges you, bringing you back to reality to suggest a pit stop.  you nod in agreeance, offering a gentle smile before leaning over to rest her head against his shoulder as he drove until arriving to the waterside.

clothing had been removed, had wasted no time to get in the water with him following soon behind you with a canon ball, announcing cold temperature of the water.  you swim closer to him, watching him carefully with gentle eyes; wet hair clinging to your face and shoulders.  his eyes on you are enough to cause faint pink to colour your cheeks, hoping that the stain of blood covered it enough to avoid giving away the notion that his eyes on you were enough to cause stomach to flutter or pulse to quicken. 

soon enough, his hands slam down, springing water in your direction and a smile breaks on his face.  you gasp and follow soon with a laugh, dipping your hands in the water and splashing him in return before swimming away from him.

❝ come and get me, @andeat ❞ you laugh playfully, an invitation.