𝖗𝖔𝖙 & 𝖗𝖚𝖎𝖓

the dead speak ! 💀   💀   💀

[kthonics]

‘          there   is   vengeance   in   your   heart .     enough   to   poison   you ,     if   you   let   it .     dangerous   passions ,     especially   for   a   queen .          ‘

  @thefair​ ,    starter   call .

[assgod]

[zireeael]

@kthonics​

[kthonics]

also hades is 6′7″ thats very important thank u for coming

[cinemaspam]

Meshes of the Afternoon (1943) dir. Maya Deren, Alexander Hammid

[slaymate]

concept: turkish delight instead of pomegranates

[kthonics]

‘          how   much   have   you   suffered   for   love ?     how   much   more   are   you   willing   to ?          ‘

   @eramios , starter call .

[zireeael]

“please  have  her  get  out  and  run  off  the  page  altogether,  to  somewhere  secret  where  words  like  ‘happy’  and  ‘good’  will  never  find  her.” “you  don’t  want  her  to  be  happy  and  good?” “i’m  not  sure  what’s  really  meant  by  happy  and  good.  i  would  like  her  to  be  free.  now.  please  begin.”

[bigstupiduglyogre]

have a nice day at work honey i love you watch out for my evil power

[kthonics]

very small. teeny tiny teeny starter call.

[kthonics]

kat be like: okay but what if i just killed u

[mitchellwrites]

deathless ♚ sentence meme

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

[kthonics]

Hades but he has fangs

[kthonics]

hades has a hard time feeling Any emotions because he’s the god of the dead and basically dead himself so anyway if he’s Angry then ur in hot water

[yomainlane-blog]

Mahesh Jadu in training for Marco Polo [x]

[kthonics]

kthonia·:

SUMMER’S   HEAT   STILL   BEATS   WITHIN   HER   CHEST  ,               the taste of sticky - sweet berries still rests against her lips.             she steps with purpose through the dimly - lit halls of the dead            &            radiates       LIFE       against the eternal chill of grey stone ,         of obsidian ,         and the souls which lay rest in this place ,         casting a long shadow at her feet.           and oh how she rushes through        his        halls ,          drawn to the very scent of him ,         like a moth to a flame.              ❛   hades .   ❜

effortlessly ,           arms wrap themselves around the curve of his waist ,           and she presses a kiss against his lips.              CAN   HE   TASTE   HER   LONGING   ?              heart swells to gaze upon him now ,          upon his throne.              (    she   was   certain   he   belonged   to   her ,          the   first   she   saw   him   atop   it.    )              ❛   your hands are cold ,         you must allow me warm them.   ❜

THE     DEAD’S     HANDS     CLING     TO     GHASTLY     LIGHT ,     a   craving   for   summer   and   spring   and   life   that   they   will   never   know ;     in   its   place ,     they   take   queen   instead ,     and   they   are   jealous   and   wanting !     how   they   wail   in   mournful   excitement ,     pious   choir   of   graveyard   halls .     the   queen   has   returned !     and   she   brings   the   light   of   day   with   her ,     the   only   thing   crafted   from   color   in   the   desolate   halls   of   obsidian   &   stone .

a   revenant ,     come   alive :     her   arms   wrap   ‘round   his   waist ,     a   gesture   he   doesn’t   immediately   return .     the   warmth   of   it   is   still   lost   on   him ,     even   if   he   remembers   the   burn   of   it .     in   the   midst   of   winter ,     we   forget   the   summer ;     thus   is   his   curse ,     too .     but   affection   is   returned ,     even   if   it   takes   a   moment .     a   hand   against   her   cheek ,     a   mouth   to   hers .     the   exultation   is   slow ,     but   body   &   soul   are   willing .

discomfiting ,     this   slow   awakening .     it   never   gets   easier .     his   hands   slide   to   grasp   her   waist .     hunger   and   greed ,     the   slow   poison   of   it ,     and   how   it   acts   in   his   stead .     this   brightness   isn’t   his ,     but   he   still   wants   it .     a   child   picking   at   butterfly   wings .          (      she   had   chosen   him .     she   had   chosen   this .     it   is   too   late   to   back   out   now      )               ‘     much   of   me   is   cold .     ‘          humor ,     as   cold   as   snowfall .     a   slow   melt   under   even   her   sunlight .     but   its   still   there ,     beneath   the   frost .          ‘     a   daunting   task ,     if   you   intend   to   warm   it   all .     ‘

a   phantom   of   feeling .     laughter   in   the   hollow   of   his   chest .     the   hand   at   her   waist   pulls ,     until   she   stands   over   him .     his   head   tips   up .     let   her   teeth   meet   in   that   vulnerability .     that   is   love .     reverence   from   the   lord   of   the   dead .          ‘     have   you   missed   me ,     queen?     ‘

[weepforadonais]

I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion – I have shudder’d at it – I shudder no more – I could be martyr’d for my Religion – Love is my religion – I could die for that – I could die for you.

John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne; 13, Oct. 1819. (via weepforadonais)