Poison @noctournal-poison - Tumblr Blog

Hello, hello!

My name is Poison and I'm an artist and a musician. I'll be using this blog to share my thoughts, my art and maybe some pretty pics I take throughout the day :)

I'm always open to meeting new people :D

#introduction #new blog

been getting into embroidery recently, part of my bag that i want to cover in flowers

#sorry for being inactive lately lol #embroidery #flowers #artists on tumblr #flower embroidery

neptunecity

𝑾𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈. | Also Posted on Instagram and Twitter

#interview with the vampire #amc iwtv #iwtv #iwtv fanart #iwtv art #claudia eparvier #claudia de lioncourt #claudia iwtv #madeleine eparvier #claudeleine #wlw #yuri

I had a vision

#armandaniel #armand iwtv #daniel molloy #iwtv art #iwtv fanart #iwtv #amc iwtv #the vampire armand #interview with the vampire #fanart #my chemical romance #mcr #three cheers mcr

Amadeo, circa 1530 AD

#little baby i can't stop drawing him #and i'm definitely not procrastinating my french exam tmr ahah #armand iwtv #iwtv art #iwtv fanart #iwtv #amc iwtv #armand amadeo arun #the vampire armand #interview with the vampire

drew the softest, beigest pillow again ♡

#armand iwtv #the vampire armand #iwtv amc #iwtv fanart #iwtv armand #iwtv art #iwtv

savagewilderness

In 2 bits as someone knocked on the door.

But through the haze of nausea, I stared at the blood. I stared at the gorgeous crimson color of it in the light of the torch. I watched the blood darken as it sank into the mortar between the stones. The blood was alive and the sweet smell of it cut like a blade through the stench of the dead. Spasms of thirst drove away the nausea. My back was arching. I was bending lower and lower to the blood with astonishing elasticity.

And all the while, my thoughts raced: This young man had been alive in this cell; this rotted food and milk were here either to nourish or torment him. He had died in the cell, trapped with those corpses, knowing full well he would soon be one of them.

God, to suffer that! To suffer that! And how many others had known exactly the same fate, young men with yellow hair, all of them.

I was down on my knees and bending over. I held the torch low with my left hand and my head went all the way down to the blood, my tongue flashing out of my mouth so that I saw it like the tongue of a lizard. It scraped at the blood on the floor. Shivers of ecstasy. Oh, too lovely!

Was I doing this? Was I lapping up this blood not two inches from this dead body? Was my heart heaving with every taste not two inches from this dead boy whom Magnus had brought here as he brought me? This boy that Magnus had then condemned to death instead of immortality?

The filthy cell flickered on and off like a flame as I licked up the blood. The dead man's hair touched my forehead. His eye like a fractured crystal stared at me.

Why wasn't I locked in this cell? What test had I passed that I was not screaming now as I shook the bars, the horror that I had foreseen in the village inn slowly closing in on me?

The blood tremors passed through my arms and legs. And the sound I heard -- the gorgeous sound, as enthralling as the crimson of the blood, the blue of the boy's eye, the glistening wings of the gnat, the sliding opaline body of the worm, the blaze of the torch -- was my own raw and guttural screaming.