kingsofsalem

!HIATUS FOR SCHOOL! there are things far, far worse than being a monster. a semi-selective, multi-character rp blog. 

[housedemarr]

[thenightvalepost]

Health Tip

An apple a day keeps the doctor away! A blood orange soaked in ginger beer and blessed by a man named Jupiter and nailed to your door frame keeps away lingering contagious spirits and also looks so nice for the fall season.

[vvitchella]

witches be like

[katsmoving]

moons don’t fall in love with stars, only stars fall, and when they fall, they burn.

i will burn over and over again for you // k.s. (via worthystevie)

[kingsofsalem-archived]

concept: sven, sprawled on the grass drinking fairie wine out of the head of a mushroom. his wings are full and unscathed and iridescent in the sun's rays. the seelie queen laughs and it's a melody of wind chimes and bells (she is his sun). he is warm and loved. he is home.

[crescendd]

[sinsensory]

[tvandfilm]

[scarehoe-blog]

[kingsofsalem-archived]

“  and they know the judgement day shall come.”  

BIBLICAL AESTHETICS  ( 1/??? )   :    angels    +   southern gothic. 

[cheese24k]

[kingsofsalem-archived]

For some reason a bird speaking Japanese is mildly off putting.

> Literal translation

Bird:” ‘Uhm Hello, this is the Ono family.”

Bird: “What’s wrong?”

Owner: “Abe-chan, you’re a little too early. Once the phone’s picked up, then properly say hello.”

Bird: “Okay, understood.”

Owner: “Do you really understand? I’m counting on you. Hello, this is the Ono family residence in Gifu.”]

Bird: “Okay, I understand!”

Owner: “Got it.”

> That’s clearly some sort of Pokemon.

[civismundisum]

I will be wild. I will be brutal. I will encircle you and conquer you. I will be more powerful than your boats and your swords and your blood lust. I will be inevitable.

Iphigenia, from A Memory of Wind by Rachel Swirsky.  (via asteropes)

[crimescened]

CONSUMPTION // s. mardon

i thought that by making a poem of this i could ease these urges i could become normal i could sleep tonight but -

i want to eat the sun for her / i want to give her my bones, stark white against red ribbon / i want her to have everything her sharp teeth could ever lust for /

she is here tonight & her smile gleams & her hands are soft & her nails are claws &

i have never wanted her more, & i will give it all to her now

[bostonpoetryslam]

so i go on and on and ignore my childhood and i love my sins i keep them caged like quarantined pets, my little maimed birds pull them out during the dark hours of the night and on and on i go plucking the drab plumage from the puckered skin

Jessica Helen Lopez, “There Are No Words for Addiction,” published in Drunk in a Midnight Choir  (via lucreziaborgia)

[comradesaucegay]

[queerbucky]

[kingsofsalem-archived]

It is a man’s own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways. 

[bills-skarsgards]

[kingsofsalem-archived]

thexcouncil:

“then why aren’t we going to an actual hospital and making a police report? if you’re in trouble, you can just tell me, honest. we can figure it out. and for the record, you weren’t gutted. it looks like they just grazed you, a deep one, to be sure, but it didn’t get near anything vital. it might need stitches though and i’m not a licensed professional and you know it.”

    “would you believe me if i said i hated hospitals? i appreciate your concern but now you’re beating a dead horse in the face; why don’t you go grab that needle and thread you were talking about? i need stitches, after all.” 

                there’s a telltale change in his voice and it reeks of compulsion. 

    “you know, when i was in school i would’ve killed to get extra hands-on opportunities like this under my belt.” 

[jamiedornanworld]