𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 & 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓!

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯; 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩

[noblebite]

Independent, private. and selective horror oc multi-muse roleplay blog. Exploring the themes of breaking vicious cycles, self-imposed exile, the cost of certainty, and the blurred line between the monstrous and the divine. With influences in supernatural horror media and biblical lore.  As told by Lark ( 27, she/her, EST)

MUSES.   RULES. 

blog roll: @vivificantem - Victor Frankenstein (low activity) @ofpsalms​ - indie horror oc

[noblebite]

It's been a while!

Irl stuff (moving again, starting some new hobbies, learning a new language, keeping up with irl friends, and some big changes in my job) has once again upturned my life. I've also been moving into doing separate, more professional fiction and nonfiction writing ( I got an article published! :D ) which is why I haven't been very active across blogs for a while.

I still really enjoy revisiting my silly little guys and building this little unique world of mine and I do feel like there's more to explore and more stories to tell in the future but I realize now forcing myself to meet these quotas I put on myself and then getting upset with myself when I didn't meet them was not a good way to go about this hobby.

I'll try and be on again in the future when the right inspiration strikes, probably sooner rather than later. My discord is available to mutuals if you'd like to stay connected in the meantime :)

[pirateherokillian]

Michael Kovak Appreciation (7/✝️)

[stlowens]

Ocean Vuong, from  “Not Even.” [ID in alt text]

[classichorrorblog]

Dracula (1931)

[noblebite]

𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 / 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 / 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 / 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐲

roses  / cherry blossoms  /  orchids  /  tulips

winter  / summer /  autumn /  spring

thunderstorms  / sunshine /  snow

indoors  /  outdoors

meat  / fruit /  sweets

extravagance  /  traditionalism  /  minimalism

god fearing  /  non god fearing

cats  /  dogs  /  horses  /  birds

sunrise /  sunset

day time /  night time

fire  /  earth /  water  /  wind

reading  /  writing

rising early  /  sleeping late

wine  /  ale  /  neither

fur  / silk /  satin /  lace

rubies  /  pearls  /  sapphires

horse back  /  walking  /  carriages

love /  power

having company  /  being alone

lakes  /  rivers  /  oceans

knife  /  sword  / bow  /  poison

gold  /  silver

tagged by: @maidencfdeath

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[ahsteria]

reject rizz. stare them down with big doe eyes and off-putting allure as god intended

[luthienne]

Franz Wright, from The Beforelife: Poems; “Empty Stage”

[Text ID: I’m a ghost / that everyone can see;]

[stlowens]

Oresteia: Agamemnon by Aiskhylos, tr. by Anne Carson [ID in alt text]

[noblebite]

Dominick's personality and quirks make more sense when you consider he is in a constant state of hyper-vigilance in case someone else to attempts to physically hurt him

[celebrimborium]

galadriel riding into battle & in pursuit • episode vi

[noblebite]

@godstate asked she stares hard; even tilting her head to the side as if trying to decipher something about the air. bright gold eyes ever as curious. ( to anyone i need her to bother ur muses again ;^} )

He's quick to put away that familiar apprehensive expression of his as he watches her. The young woman's gaze prompts Dominick to glance over his shoulder, half-expecting to see the subject of her interest.

Life in Rome is never tedious, but it does get routine. There are things here that remain constant, such as the human scent of the hundreds of tourists and believers alike flow in and out of Santa Maria every day. He's grown accustom to it, so much so that anyone bearing anything different puts him on alert. She looks human enough but... there's something off. Different. He can't place it.

The priest stands in his green chasuble on the stone steps of the church, briefly distracted by the greetings the last of the faithful as they file out, taking each of their comments of the beauty of the service and his sermon with a gracious smile and a handshake. He only greets the stranger when most have scattered out into the cobblestone streets or back into the church for a few extra prayers.

❝ Are you lookin' for something? ❞ The question is brief, perhaps not very priestly, but he keeps his tone amiable. ❝ I can point you to the museums' entrance if need be.❞

[howtobuildatimemachine]

Calling All Cars

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[piracytheorist]

O’DonoWeek 2020, Day 5: Michael Kovak in The Rite (2011)

[noblebite]

Sorry for the radio silence once again but I am currently going through a severe mental health crisis due to some unexpected transitions in my life. I'll need to be off here a while longer.

[vindurimoved]

he'd been tending to the damaged bust of his ancestor when the faint trail of footsteps echoed across the hall. and before sound, it was smell that betrayed the visitor to him: something wild, misplaced, some archaic thing rather found in fables than the polished heart of christianity. when giulio looks over his shoulder, he's only half-surprised to see a priest where his sense told him a beast should be. his black eyes narrow with contempt. " father to nero. " he adds, with an edge of admiration in his voice. " both were not what they seemed, priest—some things simply don't change. " he rises to his feet to face the other.

" your supervision is unneeded. once restored, the statue will be moved where it belongs, which is hardly in a church. "

[noblebite]

The other's caustic gaze causes the werewolf to bristle. He's not a stranger to such looks of disdain, either for one aspect of who he is or another, and he knows it often ends badly. Yet his eyes do not alarm Dominick as much as his scent. He can't place it. It's something archaic, something that has long preceded himself, but unlike any non-human he's encountered before. He folds his hands behind his back, quietly listening to the stranger's cryptic words without rebuttal, beating down the animal part of him that wants nothing more than to shrink away.

The priest shows his hand ever so slightly, taking half a step back as the other rises to face him. A tight-lipped smile stretches over his lips in response. ❝ Right. 'Wouldn't expect it to be. ❞ He politely concedes. There's an uncomfortable pause before he remembers why he came here in the first place. ❝ I wanted to inquire about a piece that was sent here from the Jesuit Curia. The Order would like to know the progress of its restoration.❞