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@maskedreign
do you dream of murder ? scenes painted in crimson reds & life’s decay. the prey’s always followed / always hunted. viewed in scribbled ink, lines curving / wings unfurling with heaven’s mocking call / why dream it ? with the gnashing of teeth, this is hell on earth. // indie gustavo acosta from mtv’s scream, written by rory. est. 9 / 10 / 16.
my domain finally works for me i feel blessed.
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snapchat or my phone # are available to friends, just ask !!
▸ ▐ daisyhaunted !
❝ not anymore. ❞ echoes beyond ‘my oh-so loving girlfriend’ comment. beneath softened skin does resentment flare and rumble. plush lips part, memories of family and friends flicker within mind’s eye. he’d played her for the fool emma allowed herself to be. guarded walls broken down for someone she’d loved. haunting remembrance, cruelty ruins warm blood chilled to the bone. // gun’s barrel flickers beneath dimly light lanterned. chains clatter from vigorous attempts of a friend’s defense. he laughs, illuminated facade lightens with delight and chaos. truly beautiful but deadly combination created slipping the platform underneath falsely supported stance. the house she’d built harboring thought and emotions ; shatters. // i should have known better. swallowing back pride, attention remains fixated across barred imprisonment. that’s why it hurts much more. ❝ believe me ; i got plenty. ❞ he’d her heart to bleed, without so much as simplistic reasoning. there’d been more explanation once reveal but shock and survival overwhelmed her ; but not her survival. audrey. ❝ i hope this place is treating you horribly. how does it make you feel ; everyone knows your dirty secret. everyone knows it was you now. how does it make you feel that you killed innocent people, huh ? ❞ it’s rhetorical ; though she should know better than that. fingertips dig against palms as vocals rise steady. ❝ what did i do to you. ❞
unholy lips part to scoff / traces of haunting laughter resounding / swathed in sin, danger incarnate with flashing hues as a warning. danger is beauty, passion for the crimson life leaking from wounds scattering body. an artist, he’d say, a mastermind he’d claim with the curling of lips. swallowing the hosts of heaven with mockery, claws digging into godlike flesh, saccharine smile tempting features once twisted. ❛ —— you obviously didn’t, if you came to see me. ❜ taunting, challenging, amusement ever present twinkling in azure gaze.
❛ —— wait, are you trying to taunt me ? how cute, really, i’m proud emma. we’re not so different you & i. ❜ elbows prop along edge, crown tilting in dare. ❛ what’s it matter ? ❜ spite settles in stomach, lacerating, tides of tyrant’s song settled on tongue. a monster in his glory / choke on forged divinity / a heartbreaker with palms to soothe / heal & fingertips to tear / shred. gnashing teeth / nails along a chalkboard / garnishing actions for nothing more than entertainment. hearts held in hands, fed to rasping demons, grating at heels, swathed in death his care is elsewhere. above humanity’s confines, he will not be beaten at his own game twice.
Thank god for that hair
your icon psd is so nice would you share it or explain how you managed to color such dark scenes so that they retain the peachy skintone & not wash it out?
hi nonnie !! thank you so much & i don’t feel comfortable giving out the specific psd i use for kieran because it’s not mine & i’ve had it forever & i actually can’t find where it’s from. the link i used to download it was deleted ?? & there’s no url attached. but ! i use my own psds on several of my blogs so i just tweaked one of them for the same effect. it definitely varies with the lighting & warning: will probably need some tweaking depending on how dark / light the scene is but should be easily fixed with a brightness or curve layer !! also, keep in mind i made this with scream’s lighting so it might definitely need some help if it’s used for say like tvd. i also sharpened my icons out of personal preference but that’s up to you !
you can download it here ( 100x100 no border so you can add your own if you’d like & crop it how you please ! ) & if you use please credit me ( maskedreign / halfhell ) somewhere on your blog & like / reblog this post if you would so i know !! free to edit as needed as well as long as you still credit !!
▸ ▐ alibicurious !
not even an amused snort is spared at his expense, despite whatever sick satisfaction she gains from his own misfortunes. she’s the very embodiment of radio silence, her suddenly valuable card held firmly in palm. pry it from my cold, dead hands, wilcox. ❛ keep talking. ❜
❛ —— alright, let’s cut to the chase. ❜ elbows propped atop table, crown inclined with a squint of azure eyes. ❛ what’s it going to take to get that card into my hand & out of jail today ? ❜
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▸ ▐ @legacylied // starter call.
❛ ——- BORK !! ❜ lips pulled back into a snarl, paws placed before, raising with each movement.
▸ ▐ @oraculae // starter call.
❛ ------- yeah, well, welcome to lakewood where everyone dies & the lives don’t matter. ❜ a snort at his own humor, solo cup poised between fingertips raised to lips.
▸ ▐ alibicurious !
❛ there’s nowhere else on earth i’d rather be. ❜
❛ --------- i don’t think any of us are exactly jumping with joy to be here right now. ❜
i just think you’ve seen too many movies …
▸ ▐ @emmadxval. // starter call.
shoulder’s pressed against lockers, weight leaning against metal. lashes flutter, eyebrows raising slightly in inquiry. ❛ ——– hey --- you alright ? you look like you’ve seen a ghost. ❜ features scrunch, timbre lowering as crown inclines. ❛ .... did something happen ? ❜
▸ ▐ @daisyhaunted. // starter call.
❛ -------- my bad, i wasn’t expecting anyone else to still be here. ❜
▸ ▐ daisyhaunted !
stupidity. every brittle bone within nimble frame aches for a getaway. her mind screams ; begs for hightail further away from this god forsaken place. passing various tests and searches, she’s finally released into a bay room shielding a gate. caged like an animal ; inmates remain incarcerated awaiting visitors beckoning attention. she’d called, despite happenings and districted devastation caused by his hand. the desire for answers outweighs substantially above all the rest. weakened sides, searing pain prickles against bicep reminding her of battle wounds. forward she steps, with each one drawing closer through the looking glass. swallowing back aggression, the survivor remains leveled headed facing her fears. recollection reflects every betrayal processed ; every death. wickedly do they flicker threatening arctic chill’s loss. fingertips curl against palm to ball into fist against jean’s denim. lower lip quivers with a breath’s draw before ; finally.
❝ hello ; kieran. ❞
bloodstained boy / foolish stress release with the ghost of knife’s handle against palm. awaiting rot / a prison for a castle, his kingdom’s reign’s ended, crumbling / fragments of the past light upon shoulders. drawn from cell with few words spoken, chains around wrists a weight as heavy as the corpses from his throne. leisure posture lowering, anticipating the visitor with practiced ease. amusement lights features at the appearance, lips curving, mocking laughter bit back with a tilt of crown, tresses brushing cheeks. ❛ well, if it isn’t my oh-so loving girlfriend. hello, emma. couldn’t get enough of me, hm ? ❜ gerrymander traitor, fingers clasped, no trace of regret except for the haunting, tugging lightly at foiled plans, yet visage gives nothing away.
