GOSPELS OF THE DARK.

she was not a born thing, not anything. 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜.  

[obscuruma]

amara,   𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙰𝙻 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙺𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂,   as originally seen in the cw’s supernatural.   fandomless interpretation,   based on personal and lovecraftian lore,   with cultural and mythological influence.   as revered by doll,   she / her,   18+

          an exploration in the themes of :   the monstrous feminine.   the vilification of women in religion.   death as a figure of subverted motherhood.   cosmic horrors.   hunger as a driving factor.   woman as the voyeur.   the omnipresent male gaze.   the gothic & the sublime.   water motif.

𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚂 :    i . ii . iii    /    𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙳     /    𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾 𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶

[sanctuhs]

what do you do when God puts his hands on the table,     asking for forgiveness?    what happens to forgiveness when God is your father,    and you discover he’s just a man with two hands —

𝚂𝚃. 𝙼𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙴𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝙻 from the cw’s supernatural,    heavily reliant on biblical and original lore.   as memorialized by doll. 

[thoodleoo]

do u ever just wish u could be an ancient oracle and your whole job was to do weed and tell stupid riddles to rich conquerors only for them to misinterpret your words and die

[wrappedallinwoe]

[obscuruma]

hm can i send amara your way with 1 - 3 inbox memes ? 🥰

[weltenwellen]

Anaïs Nin, Fire: From “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1937

[obscuruma]

TWIN PEAKS    /    CURRENTLY ACCEPTING.

                  the high halls of the little palace sleep       as the witching hour writhes closer.    most of the second army has retired for the night.    the premises of the architecture succumb to nocturnal shadows,    which are ever living    ━    they clamber there,    and slumber there,    in the dark chamber that is she,    beating with her blood’s beat,    and moving with her heart’s heat.    she looks to the major general;    it is just them amidst the silent library,    and the deep dark as their audience.    the beginnings of a grin tug at painted lips as the other woman speaks,    and she leans back against the divan she occupies,   frail glass of imported vino sitting neatly in one hand,    a heavy tome in the other.

@volchiytsa​​​​​ says:    at least we know what we sought in the beginning.

                ❝    there is much,    still,    that you all don’t know.    ❞       she states,    nonchalantly    ━     the book is laid atop the old oak table with a neat little thud,    awakening the dust.    there is no urgency in her to know the darkling’s schemes:     she,    the dark,    will feast either way.    she does not care for their war.    but as her voice rings ‘round the empty room once more,    she’s intrigued nonetheless,       ❝    this sun summoner might not be the answer he believes she is.    ❞

[obscuruma]

amara really said wine aunt of the universe energy.

[obscuruma]

DEATHLESS    /    CURRENTLY ACCEPTING.

                   the dark demesnes of dawn lay here,       a gathering of fog as it draws over the early morning skies,    over where moss has begun to climb up an old,    roman statue of an angel,    marble now long stained green amidst the coils of the ground.     sparrows do preach,    perched upon the wings’ peaks,    but these pure little symbols are quick to fly away with wide eyes,    trembling.    the singing stream that seeps and trickles between the many trees seems to sleep    ━    and even the harpies in their half - mind have scampered away.    this mound of earth is made hollow in his and her’s presence.    sat atop the partially buried sculpture,   leg crossed over the other with the dark fabrics of a now muddied dress dripping down towards the grass,   still wet with dew and mud,    she turns her gaze to look at him,    something akin a morbid curiosity which nips at her lethargic bones    ...    the grand legacy of the ‘ oh so mighty ’ gods she had once met is this,    and she wants to know more.

@sunbruise​​​​ says:    i belong here too [ in the dark ], don't deny me.

                                 ❝    oh?    ❞        she muses softly,    before a breathy huff is torn from her throat in the gentle beginnings of amusement    ━     the wind dares not wail,    and a beat of silence passes,    ❝  do not mistake any history you may have had for the slightest understanding of what lies in the dark.  ❞    the sun is not yet out,    but she thinks his boldness shines bright enough to compensate for this lack.    she waves her hand in the opposite direction,        ❝    there is nothing here for you,   run back to your little haven.    ❞

[obscuruma]

bop the ♡ and i'll smuggle amara into your dms with a plot or two.

[sacreddear]

twin peaks, log lady intros | tv quote starters feel free to change pronouns as preferred. 

is it funny to you? it is not to me.

some ideas arrive in the form of a dream.

we are ignorant of many things.

what is this thing called a tear?

there are even tiny ducts, tear ducts, to produce these tears should the sadness occur.

one day the sadness will end.

look in the mirror, what do you see?

is it a dream or a nightmare?

i can smell the fire.

i tell what i can to form a perfect answer, but that answer cannot come before all are ready to hear.

eyes are the soul. so we look closely at the eyes to see the nature of the soul.

a drunken man walks in a way that is quite impossible for a sober man to imitate, and vice versa.

an evil man has a way, no matter how clever, to the trained eye his way will show itself.

am i being too secretive?

one can never answer questions at the wrong moment.

can you see through a wall? can you see through human skin?

have you ever seen something startling that others cannot see?

i am filled with questions.

in a dream, are all the characters really you - different aspects of you?

do answers come in dreams?

i grew up in the woods. i understand many things because of the woods.

there is as much space outside the human proportionately, as inside.

where does creamed corn figure into the workings of the universe?

sometimes when we are ill, we are not on our best behavior.

sometimes nature plays tricks on us and we imagine we something other than what we truly are.

the answer is within the question.

food is interesting.

it was almost fun not knowing.

at least we know what we sought in the beginning.

this was not a forest fire. it was a fire in the woods.

are blood and love related?

whoever invented the pie?

sometimes i get angry and do things i’m not proud of.

our world is a magical smoke screen.

i don’t mind telling you some things. many things i mustn’t say.

[obscuruma]

i have an awful track record with these but alas   ...   this is a starter call,   let the darkness devour love you.  ♡

[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.

[obscuruma]

the hunger in her alone could swallow up every god,      every woman,   every man,   every person,   the whole universe.

𝙰𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙰 / 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙰𝙻 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙺𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 originally seen in the cw's supernatural.   an interpretation based on original & lovecraftian lore.    as revered by doll.

[louisquinnzel]

‘Jonah Hex’ Los Angeles Premiere - 06/17/10