O, DEATH

i know you.

[dethical]

write me starters cause i don’t wanna invest time in memes atm cause they usually go unanswered / not made into threads and i want long term shit.

[lostcap]

Kiss me and choke on divinity.

darling, I wasn’t made, I became | p.d

[dethical]

FLEEWEST    :    TILLY PIERRE.

she   huffs   out   a   sigh ,    replacing   murky   jars   and   dirty   brushes   with  fresh   water   and  brushes  ;   her   own   measure   of   grace ,   exasperation   however   clear   in   her   movements .   the   paintings   draw   her   eyes ,   and   as   always   there   is   like   a   million   eyes   that   seem   to   stare   back .   he   was   surely   talented ,   with   his   own   brand   of   symbolization .   hard   to   continue   looking ,   but   enraptured   by   the   strokes   all   the   same .   a   fear   that   makes   it   hard   to   look   away .   ❝    i’m   aware   we   can ,   but   spending   money   where   we   don’t   have   to   is   just   wasteful .   if   you   think   i   don’t   want   you   buying   me   new   dresses   because   i   get   ink   on   them :  why   would   i   want   you   buying   a   new   jacket ?  ❞

the   half   finished   canvas   of   armadillo   makes   her   tilt   her   head ,   curls   falling   from   her   messy   braid .   a   sense   of   foreboding   overcomes   her ,   makes   hazel   eyes   squint   beyond   lids .  ❝   isn’t   that   one   a   little   morbid ,   dear ?    from   the   scarlet   fever   to   the   cholera ,   somewhere   out   there   must   hate   that   little   town .    ❞

ARMADILLO HAD ONCE KNOWN PEACE AND PROSPER.   its beaten down streets were once been painted with beautiful fields of wild feverfew.   the indigenous tribes of the area had used its grounds for travel and hunting.   he stops in the middle of a vibrant stroke of RED, only to ponder if anyone alive now, remembered the bloodshed that came with the western expansion.   or perhaps the long, lost souls of which unnecessary blood was shed upon this land?   the irony is that death always keeps score.

“     MORBID?   it depends on how you look at it.   i see a town that has somehow managed to survive even the worst of scenarios.   resilience is something to admire.     ”          in the distance, there’s bodies burning in some shallow grave.   a mixture of what has already come to pass, and everything that will take place in the coming years.   he steps back to admire his work, before scrambling to paint a man in the middle of it all.   some pathetic shopkeeper who remained unscathed, smiling and waving despite the horror that take place around him.

[dethical]

DEATH EDITS     -     1 / ???

[rdrpc-deactivated20190502]

Due to the unfortunate inactivity of our old masterlist, I have decided to create a new one. Should the owner of rdrrpmasterlist return at some point and wish me to take down this masterlist, I will happily do so, however in the meantime I believe it would be beneficial for us as a community to have an up-to-date list that makes it easier to find partners.

If you are interested in being added, please REBLOG this post with the following tags:           *  name of your character.           *  canon or original character.           *  single muse or multimuse.

This masterlist will also list muses from other fandoms that have Red Dead Redemption verses available. Do feel free to request being added if you are one of them!

[silentmistynight]

Black dog don’t believe in sin

[echoplaylist]

Visit Original Link

[thewinedarksea]

You see? Even death has a heart.

Markus Zusak, from The Book Thief

[dethical]

“     long time, no see, john.     ”          fitting to stand before the man as a ghost from his past.   someone he’s all the more willing to recognize with confrontation.   arthur morgan had long been claimed years ago, dead and buried on some peaceful hillside, nearly forgotten by the world that threatened to devour him.   and yet, he stands here in the flesh, unharmed by the consequences of poor choices and the effects of time.   he leans against the railing of the corral, staring hard at the man from beneath the brim of his hat.   the air around them is dense, making it difficult to breath.   reminiscent of the bayou and the gang’s time spent in the south.          “     recognize me now?   of course you do.     ”            @feckugly

[line-and-ink]

Lets not pretend…

[fleewest]

i cant believe me and @dethical canon

[dethical]

death can appear to you as anything / anyone.   people who have already passed are not off the table.

[line-and-ink]

New painting - ‘howl’ acrylic on canvas

Instagtam @polkip

[heireating]

               QUOTE STARTERS : IV      ANNA AKHMATOVA

❛ You will hear thunder and remember me. ❜

❛ If you were music, I would listen to you ceaselessly. ❜

❛ I seem to myself an accidental guest in this dreadful body. ❜

❛ Call me a sinner, mock me maliciously. ❜

❛ I, from the very beginning, seemed to myself like someone’s dream or delirium. Or a reflection in someone else’s mirror. Without flesh, without meaning, without a name. ❜

❛ I knew the list of crimes that I was destined to commit. ❜

❛ The future ripens in the past, so the past rots in the future. ❜

❛ You are untranslatable into any one tongue. ❜

❛ I was hoping my silence would fit yours. ❜

❛ See, we were never about butterflies. All about us is unearthly and radiant. ❜

❛ You do not know just what you’ve been forgiven. ❜

❛ I need to slaughter my memory.  ❜

❛ Forgive me that I appeared to you in waking dreams. ❜

❛ I will condemn, I will forget, I will give comfort to the enemy. ❜

❛ I know beginnings, I know endings too, and life-in-death. ❜

❛ Wild honey smells of freedom. But gold smells of nothing. ❜

❛ You are three times more beautiful than angels. ❜

❛ I will kill you without spilling your blood on the ground, not touching you with my hand, not giving you one glance. ❜

❛ You invented me. There is no such earthly being. ❜

❛ You’re late. Way too late. I’m glad to see you, nonetheless. ❜

❛ Forgive me that I felt forsaken. Forgive me that I kept mistaking too many others for you. ❜

❛ Real tenderness can’t be confused, it’s quiet and can’t be heard. ❜

❛ What else lived in that house besides us? ❜

❛ How unhappy we are together! ❜

❛ I defend not my voice, but my silence. ❜

❛ Without love, I’m more at ease, I’m sure. ❜

❛ I’ve got no more tears or explanations. ❜

❛ I’m not complaining. Happiness is not for me. ❜

❛ Are you not the only tie between good and evil, earthly pits and paradise? ❜

❛ In the morning we shall find out who has died in the night. ❜

[soracities]

I am a trembling in your throats; your words are smeared with my blood.

Adonis, from ‘Psalm’, Selected Poems

[dethical]

you can 100% make deals with death ☝️

[dethical]

FLEEWEST:   TILLY PIERRE.

❝   be careful –   ❞   her voice carries , the deep blues of her dress brushing along wood flooring . she always walked with confidence , always understood what she wanted and what she was doing . delicate fingers , collecting a various number of jars filled to the brim with muddy water and dirty brushes ; palettes that were in some way paintings themselves , collected over and over . ❝  you know you’re not supposed to wear your suit jacket in here , i can’t get the paint stains out if you get messy  .  ❞

“     oh, i can assure you  ---  paint stains in a suit jacket are the least of my concerns, darling.     ”          words are spoken with a flavor of sincerity.   he moves across the room with a level of fluidity, much like a wraith.   in truth, there is a multitude of matters that take precedence over simple things like stains in fabrics.   he could simply conjure another, if it weren’t for not wanting to scare the woman too soon.   his eyes fall upon the various pieces scattered across the room, all depicting different images, all containing their own significance and beauty.   gloved fingers reach for a stray paint brush, dabbled with a bright yellow, as he highlights the illumination of lamps in the desolate town of armadillo.          “     we’ll simply buy another, no harm done.     ”