◞* ♚ ( lose your soul. ) ──

"A look of joy came into his eyes, as if he had recognized himself for the first time... The sense of his own beauty came on him like a revelation. He had never felt it before." INDEPENDENT DORIAN GRAY

[ofivoryandroseleaves]

me: i should message my mutuals, i want them to know i want to be friends

me: actually im just gonna like a post they reblogged and hope they get the hint

[skyvelyn]

[miiserably-archive-blog]

{ ofivoryandroseleaves​ }

‘You must never, ever leave me again. I was quite                               bored without you. And entirely                               without someone to torment.’

[ofivoryandroseleaves]

          “Forgive my wickedness, Myrtle. I’ve been remiss in my negligence. I imagine you’ve grown into quite the young lady in my absence. But even the most painful of partings can be salved...” An impish smile bloomed on his lips.

          “... With a gift.” 

[leepacey]

There’s no shame in pleasure. Man just wants to be happy. But society wants him to be good. And when he’s good, he’s rarely happy. But when he’s happy, he’s always good.

[edhelernil-a-deactivated2018020]

please reblog this post if you adore crossovers and AUs, i want to know just how many people love throwing their muse into situations they would never experience in their canon verse

[ofivoryandroseleaves]

I have all these posts saved in my draft box and they’re all these beautiful little jewels; you guys are awesome. I, however, am very sleepy, so I’ll be picking through them tomorrow to the best of my ability. Goodnight, all!

[ofivoryandroseleaves]

"What have you done?"

         "Done? Why, nothing. Nothing that all men don’t crave.“

         In the listless lethargy of a summer morning, a team of sober-suited servants with downcast eyes swept petal and ash from the parquet floors.  A white bonneted maid wound an encrimsoned sheet about her arms, and in a white wicker laundry basket, gathered a myriad of little blood-spotted handkerchiefs with embroidered corners. At the rear of the room, a large velvet chaise-lounge with carved lion’s paws was ritualistically carried out. A rigid-lipped houseboy, with the utmost formal ceremony, removed a large silver platter and several champagne coupes, some shattered, their jagged beads of crystal constellating on the stained tablecloth. At the bottom of a clear glass bottle slept the sickly remainders of green liquid, green as a jewel beetle’s back.

         Dorian’s eyes were glassy. He swept back his tousled hair.

         "Forgive me. Had I known I’d be receiving callers at such an early hour, I’d have had the tidying done already.”  He stepped forward, and with a firm and friendly smile, laid his hand on the other’s shoulder. “No cause for alarm, my friend. Merely some midsummer merriment.”

         A fleck of blood clung to his forehead.

[ben-barness]

“Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.”

[ofivoryandroseleaves]

dark starter sentences

some yandere, some angst, some rivalry, but no happy stuff on this list

"You actually thought I cared about you?"

"I wonder how loudly I can make you scream?"

"You're a monster!"

"It would be a shame if I had to damage that pretty face of yours."

"You're all mine now."

"How could you do this to me!?"

"I trusted you!"

"Is that supposed to scare me?"

"Put the knife down."

"You're scaring me..."

"I wonder how many volts it would take to kill you?"

"Why are you pointing that gun at me?"

"You're so cute when you struggle like that."

"Your blood smells wonderful."

"Who did this to you?"

"You're in my way."

"I thought you were dead!"

"Help me!"

"Long live the king."

"What did they do to you?"

"What have you done?"

"Maybe I should carve a pretty picture in your flesh?"

"Don't worry, I won't do anything fatal, I just need some information."

"I don't care what you do to me, I'll never tell you!"

"Stop it, your hurting me!"

"They'll kill you!"

"I hate you."

"The only reason I chained you up is to show you how much I love you!"

"If you keep struggling like that I'll have to punish you~"

“If only someone loved you.”

“I’m not sorry.”

"People have died because of you."

"You're a monster!"

“I’m the monster? What about you?”

[awestiles-deactivated20140221]

[ofivoryandroseleaves]

allviices

          “And you, sir? What is your preferred pleasure?”

          “That is, how do you escape from the banalities of life?”

[ofivoryandroseleaves]

belgravianbitch

          “I feel as though we’ve met. In Paris, perhaps, in the spring time -- a small pear orchard, east of Saint-Eustache. It had rained that morning. The clouds had formed a frothy ring. No?”

          “Perhaps it is your perfume I’ve met somewhere before...”

[ofivoryandroseleaves]

inaetxrnum

          “Pardon me, am I intruding? Fancied I’d step out for a bit of air and a cigarette.”

          “Rather stifling inside. Perhaps it’s all the small talk.”

[ofivoryandroseleaves]

penrosexsteps

          “Good God, man, you gave me a fright!”

           “There are evils, this part of town. I’d not hazard it in the rain, were I you.”

[bitebox]

"         Separate? Is a cat not separate from a dog? They are two           entirely different creatures. Perhaps, it’s easier to say           that you, sir, are the dog and I am the cat. I am not of           humanity. I’m all of time and space. Humans just inhabit           me,            “    an amused grin painted itself in place of her lips and eyes    lit up in delight.                         “         It would be a loss, good fellow, should you                                   throw yourself to the current on account                                   of me. Though, I’m going to take it as a compliment.                                   It is always a treat to be likened to deadly                                   creatures.                                 “  Oh, but she was as a whole out of place. She was bold in the way Hester’s red letter stood out in a crowd but shameless as the stars above in her untempered beauty and  arrogance confidence. Her detachment perhaps stemmed from her alien disposition, a side effect of the extra terrestrial that lingered about her like a fine mist.                         “    A scoundrel? Surely not.  Pray tell of your                             reputation as a rapscallion,             “ she said with a laugh. Her laugh was clear and engaging, one that was pleasing to the ears and a sound juxtaposed against her disposition. It was jubilant like bells on Sunday morning and seemed it should have belonged to anyone but her.                          “           I do. I find you both charming and intriguing.                                               I think I’d like to learn more about                                               you Dorian Gray. You can call me Idris.        “

[ofivoryandroseleaves]

          Dorian smiled through a breath of smoke. “Are you certain I am not the mouse? I must say, I am beginning to feel the part.” He chuckled, and bobbed his head deferentially. “Whatever the case, I would never be so crass as to speak of a lady’s ‘cat’ in the open air.”

          At a soiree last summer, the arched windows thrown open into the balmy night, the lace curtains fluttering like ladies’ fans, tickling the polished floors of Lord Westinger’s ballroom, Dorian had been acquainted with a madam of certain notoriety. A gypsy woman, some said, though elevated from the rags of her birth, dripping crystals and chiffon, her hair swept up beneath a purple wrap and pinned with a long, gold needle, from which depended a solemn glass bead in the likeness of an azure eye.

          Was there not something of the woman who had read his palm with lips as mauve as the dusk that summer evening in this woman of the mist? The same shimmer of intrigue, the varnished composure through which his baser instincts yearned to claw? Perhaps it was madness, but madness in no way lessened the appeal. And Dorian, listening patiently, smoked his cigarette and reflected that he had never dined with a mad woman before.

          ”Deadly and beautiful.”

          “Charming and intriguing? The worse for you, I suppose. But I find curiosity charming, and rarely leave it unrewarded. Are you quite busy this evening, Miss Idris?” He offered his arm, and the sly corner of a smirk. “I’d like to invite you for dinner.”

[benbarned-blog]

[ofivoryandroseleaves]

starter call! like for a mini-starter, reply or ask to plot a full length thread.