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aesthetic & inspiration blog for characters belonging to @blackestnight

[gobusto]

saw someone mix up "abysmal" and "abyssal" today, so as a reminder:

her skills are abysmal = she is unskilled

her skills are abyssal = her abilities draw upon the forbidden power of the dark void

[super-ion]

Hey man, I saw your living weapon staring at its reflection. You might wanna get that looked at

[nonbinary-bosmer]

Yeah, your emotionless tool of destruction is beginning to develop a sense of self. Probably nothing to worry ‘bout though

[limerencs]

cemetery of laeken, brussels.

the story of a marble worker evrard flignot who devastated by the death of his wife built a mausoleum for her. at first look inside, there is a mourner reaching out to an empty wall. but, once a year, on the day of the summer solstice, the sun draws a light that recalls this love for almost a century.

[strawbebbynya]

all yall make jokes about couples and their nonromantic third wheel having fun together, but im the one getting treated to food tonight by the couple im nonromantically third wheeling. you wish you were me

[whitachi]

I'm sorry I read this as "necromantic third wheel" and went on a very rapid powerful imagination adventure. hello lovebirds I'm the skeleton here for breadsticks

[ducissatenebrarum]

More mouring jewellery

Memento Mori gold and black enamel scrolled Rococo band dated 1745. The enamelled scrolls read : Mary Mount Ob 26 June 1745 aet 59 and the front scrolls are decorated with a skull, crossbones and a gravedigger’s pick and shovel

below;

Mourning Cameo, Brooch/Pendant, Black Enamel

[funeral]

Emil Cioran, A Short History of Decay

[loveridden1999]

adult grief by louise glück

[the-lily-maid-of-astolat]

Pale pink silk satin dress with leg-of-mutton or gigot sleeves and black stripes

1893, Duboys, Paris

Fashion Museum Bath

[muddyswirls]

[giftofgabber]

National Weather Service just said to watch for grave and ghostly apparitions of omen, misery and suspense between noon and 12:05 PM tomorrow

[heathenhouse]

GO GIRL!!!! GIVE US ROT!!! GIVE US DECAY! RETURN TO THE EARTH

[louisegluckpdf]

got my lab results back turns out i’m full of rage because i am full of grief

[divine-bloodlines]

Nah dude don’t worry about it, she’s always saying shit like “I am bound to oaths I no longer believe in…” and trying to die in pointless battles. I wouldn’t pay it much mind

[sayonaramisa]

[valtsv]

the last guy's blood didn't splatter across my face and shirt sexily or aesthetically enough so i have to kill again. sorry.

[maggotmicrowave]

could be just me but i think more girls should be casting pitch black magic that reads like a smear of ink across the eyelids and drips with evil intent?

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.