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#yas bitch i c u #ayinalhasud #open letters #asks

hamndgirig:

darkly dreaming dexter ( book ) sentence meme inc. nsfw, violence, swearing, slurs, etc.

‘ you are mine now. ’ ‘ be good and you will live longer. ’ ‘ i could never do this to children. ’ ‘ i don’t know anything with you. ’ ‘ how does the killer get rid of the blood? ’ ‘ he cut the victim into pieces and then wrapped up each one like it was a christmas present. did you ever see anything like that before? ’ ‘ nobody saw anything, heard anything. nothing. ’ ‘ they are only putas. ’ ‘ you’re different. ’ ‘ i think people understand things different when they get older. ’ ‘ you can channel it. control it. choose what… or who… you kill. ’ ‘ you’re going to sprain a frontal lobe. it’s too early to be this clever. ’ ‘ what fun would that be? ’ ‘ how can you joke about it? ’ ‘ the fuck you doing here? ’ ‘ i’m sorry. but now we have to wait. ’ ‘ bastard! ’ ‘ attitude may be all he is. ’ ‘ imagine how i would have felt if he had killed you. ’ ‘ what the hell is that about? ’ ‘ i didn’t recognise you with clothes on. ’ ‘ this isn’t some kind of game here. ’ ‘ i think i’m going to be sick. ’ ‘ my professional reputation is shit. ’ ‘ he’s going to stay right here and he’s going to kill again. ’ ‘ this guy’s a butcher. ’ ‘ i would really like to talk to you. ’ ‘ what are you, a cop or something? ’ ‘ i can’t stop you from… being who you are. ’ ‘ she’s a killer. ’ ‘ my finely tuned body needs coffee to function. ’ ‘ human beings are so resilient, aren’t they? ’ ‘ there’s lots of bad guys out there. i can’t catch them all. ’ ‘ you don’t have time for chasing pussy. ’ ‘ — that means i’m dead and fucked. ’ ‘ i know what you did, and i can do it too. better. ’ ‘ maybe i’m not as smart about it as you are, but i know they’re all gonna be busy covering their own asses for a while. ’ ‘ you’re right for all the wrong reasons. ’ ‘ don’t fuck with me. ’ ‘ i think you might have taken a picture of the killer. ’ ‘ no one will blame you. ’ ‘ something is wrong about you. ’ ‘ either you did something bad, or you know about it. and you’re either hiding it, or you wanna find it by yourself. ’ ‘ how did you know i would want to? ’ ‘ have you done any reading on monsters like us? ’ ‘ we’ve both spent our lives playing a part. ’ ‘ stop acting like a fucking lunatic. ’ ‘ cut the shit! ’

#( the devil's serpentine tongue will spread evil upon their lips ⛧ | meme )#nice

gfvamps-deactivated20200415

you want to be devoured by her, you want to feel her teeth rip apart your skin as she squeezes the beating organ hidden within your ribs. you want to taste your blood upon her lips and know that she is more animal than human. to know that she is the personification of the untamed within a person. to know that you are not-and will not-be enough for her beastly cravings. but you pretend as she devours you whole

meleager loved atalanta and she consumed him / t.g. (via atahlanta)

#( les fleurs du mal! les fleurs du mal! | words )

filmsploitation

occultiste

filmsploitation:

Spirits of the Dead (1968)

#( like a rose with thorns🌹beautiful but painful | Lucille )#it her eyeeeessss #to a T

Theme under construction. Take a peeksie if you like but it won’t be pretty.

#update.#only the bg is done anyway

warpaintpeggy

INCREDIBLE DRESSES IN ART (130/∞) Lady with the Rose (Charlotte Louise Burckhardt) by John Singer Sargent, 1882

#( the secret splendor & fatal beauty that nature had bestowed upon them | art )

Hello tis I ur local spooky satanic auntie. Letting u kno I have acquired almost enough souls to return to the world of the living. Cheers, darlings, and shall we be reunited ever so soon 👀⚰🐱.

#update.

killerxkyle

#d'aw #otp; he lured her to the rose garden then dragged her through a bed of thorns.

❛ There is no point in staying here. There is no point in staying anywhere. ❜

BOOK STARTERS [16] ( LOLITA ) | accepting

“Then why not go? Surely you won’t be MISSED.”

#blessedpandora #open letters #asks

Lucy is in a perpetual state of (disgusted noise)

#;ooc

aly-naith

occultiste

aly-naith:

100 aesthetic summer challenge

#1 ‘A Picture of Dorian Grey’ for @hamlett

#( the beautiful is always bizarre | Aesthetic )#otp; he lured her to the rose garden then dragged her through a bed of thorns.

❛ I loved you. I was a monster, but I loved you. ❜ me: *has never interacted w u* me: *sends lovey dovey meme*

BOOK STARTERS [16] ( LOLITA ) | accepting

“By God…That was…YEARS AGO.” Lucille scoffs, though the shock is written upon her face to see the man, all grown up and holding her arm. “I was a GIRL then, mindless and without reason. There was no reason to us.” She is quick to contain herself, to press the cool and deadly facade back upon her features and try to turn away from Jack. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know you! Leave me be.”

#LMAO #lucy: dISGUSTING #me: *steeples fingers 4 the drama of it all*#honestly i don't mind!!#she's nasty tho!!!!#hismaw #open letters #asks

sangrantc-archive-deactivated20

It’s like seeing an old ENEMY. Just the mere sight of the ebony clock made his chest hurt and his lungs squeeze the air out of them, not allowing more to slip past his throat.

His forehead is now covered with cold sweat and his lips are dry. The pendulum keeps SWAYING from side to side, almost mocking him, reminding him that he’s alive, yes, but not for much. The Red Death is still after him. He was allowed to run away, but not because of that it implies that he BEAT death.

But, how… How can his clock be here, in London? Specially, to be sold in an auction? Last time he saw it, it was inside of his castle, marking the last minutes of life his guests had.

The story is explained like it’s an ancient tale ( the clock found in a spanish castle full of corpses and BLOOD ). And no, it’s not a tale. And neither ancient.

Prospero felt that he couldn’t bear the sight of this old and MACABRE memory. And something in the back of his mind told him that if he stays in that same room for more than thirty minutes, he will DIE.

He stands up, trembling, with intentions to leave as fast as possible.

@occultiste [ SC ]

occultiste

Tick, tock, tick tock. She was growing rather annoyed by the continuous TICKING over from the man’s pocket watch beside her. What kind of gentleman needed a clock like this if he had his own infernal device to carry around and terrorize polite society with?

“SOLD! TO MISS THORNE, FOR 200 SHILLINGS AND 12 PENCE.”

And she had bartered more of her own money than she would have liked so far to get this clock, this priceless object which Lucille was positive had some supernatural power behind it.

With such a story of tragedy and horror behind, how could it not! And Mr. Starrick would surely find it a nice addition to the household even if it was not. Perhaps the tortured spirits of that ebony piece’s past would find comfort in the EQUALLY bloody past of the Starrick mansion. Perhaps Reginald would stop haunting her. ah, but her mind was wandering off course now...

Shifting her gaze away from that dreadful pocket watch in the man’s hand, she looked over and saw a sight for sore eyes. Why, the poor man looked afright by the transaction that had just occurred. That or he was quite eager to find the privy. He was up just a moment’s breath before the rest of the room was, filing out to wait for the next group of items in the main parlor. Lucille went about to pay the auctioneer, her eye still caught on this trembling stranger with interest before being shown over to the new clock for her new practices. After inquiring a bit more about its story, she finally had the gall to approach him in the parlor.