𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑑 ,

𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑑    𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟  ,    to    choke    on    the    dirt    of    your    own    𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎

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private  ,     low activity writing blog for an    𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋    𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑    ❝  raven  auberon  yarrow  ❞    featuring the concepts of   GENERATIONAL CURSES  ,   ILLNESS  ,   A ROT FROM THE INSIDE  ,   AN ANGEL’S FACE  ,    THE FREEDOM OF BIRDS  ,    AND MORE .    all npc’s  ,    writing  ,    headcanons  ,    and worldbuilding are created entirely by me  ,    with influence from mythology   &    literature  .    𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑫    𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑯    𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐  .    by echo    (  he  /  they  ,    22 )

with inspirations from  :    THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA  ,    ROCOCO HISTORY    &    FASHION  ,    ROMANTIC GOTHICISM  ,    GOTHIC HORROR  ,   MYTHOLOGY OF THE MOON  ,    STORIES OF ANGELS  ,    AND MORE  .

𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑑    .    𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡    .    𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡    .    𝑎𝑒𝑠𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔    .

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its actually quite homophobic if you aren’t following me on @saintsdeath

[ilbestiale]

                     𝑓𝑜𝑟     𝑤ℎ𝑜      𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑     𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟     𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛     𝑡𝑜     𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒     𝑎     𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡  ?

independent  ,    private  ,   selective original interpretation of    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓  ,   from the fairytale    𝐋𝐀    𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄    𝐄𝐓    𝐋𝐀    𝐁𝐄̂𝐓𝐄  .    by echo

[rotbodied]

it’ll take me a bit because i’m unsure what i want for psd and graphics, but i am going to make a blog for the beast

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starter call !

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hi baby can i pick u up

absolutely big man <3

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𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑  ,   and their rocky streams have subdued  ----    subservient  ,   transcendent    /   shadows  ,   they are nothing compared to the love you have given me                  (    i know that you would bring heaven to its knees  ,   and command hell to rise if i asked it of you  ----    i know  ,    my dear hades  ,    that this earth would tremble at the sight    )                  and should you steal me away  ,   persephone clad in swan feathers    &    ivory silks  ,    know that i have gone willingly to your depths  ----    so that i may feel the rush of your power  ,   strange creature

for i am the waters you have moved  ----    i am those cool tides  ,    i am the lake reflected in silent nighttime    /    i am the moon that has commanded them  ,    and you are my sunlight  ,   hidden in the darkness of the universe  .   i am the birds of the forest  ,   called to you  ,   in sweet symphony  ,   and asked you to return to me                  (    and though spring warms me  ,   and eases the ache and stagnation of my tired bones  ,   it is the grasp of your winter that has become my home    )                  ❝    i know  ,    my love  ,   i know    ❞                  it is hushed  ,   crooned  ;    the soft soothing song of the mourning dove

they are an entanglement  ,   a symphony of touch and skin  ,    and raven holds him to his chest  ----  so you may feel the beat of my heart  ,   and hear your name echoed back in every solemn sound  .    fingers brush  ,   tenderly  ,   against the side of his face  ;   warm  ,   and real  ,   and raw as a wound                  ❝    but you have done enough  ,    and i ask for no more than your company  ----    that you stay with me    ❞                  (    and is your fear of loneliness as deep as mine  ?    is it as vast as the sky  ,   in its infinite darkness  ----    and that cold space that stretches between each star  ?    )                  the din of the room grows  ,   and the candles sputter in their invisible wind    /   illuminated  ,   i am the moon that guides you home  ,   i am the safe shores that wait  .   you would drown in your need  ,   in those waters that you have moved  ,   but i will pull you from the waves every time  .   

@uncadavre​  ,    𝚒 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞

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*     𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝  ,    anthony

“   surely,   you   go   out   hunting?   ”    eyebrows   raise   as   he   looks   at   @rotbodied​,   his   brandy   glass   too   raises   but   stops   at   his   lips.    “   we’ll   bring   you   next   time.   my   brothers   and   i   go   .   .   .   often.   ”

❝    oh  ,    no  ----     viscount  ,    i am afraid i am not made for hunting    ❞

𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑                    (    creatures felled    /    stained with blood   ----    in the reflection of their dying eyes you see your own  ,   staring back  ;    there is a crimson wound against your ivory neck  ,    and in it you feel the last beats of your own heart    )                    he blanches  ,    goes pale  ,    mouth dry as his own glass is held to his chest                     ❝    i don’t think i have ever even held a gun    ❞

[dolcesostenuto]

Giselle, act 2, dutch national ballet | Nationale Opera & Ballet

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my toxic trait is that i can’t ever write something short, i have to be insane and unhinged constantly

[shisasan]

“He is like a moonbeam, like a shaft of silver.”

— Salomé by Oscar Wilde

[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.

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           𝚁𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙽    𝙰𝚄𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙾𝙽    𝚈𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚆     +    𝚃𝙷𝙴    𝙰𝙲𝚃    𝙾𝙵    𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶

andrés cerpa  ,    the offing    /     anonymous photographer  ,    antique head of ariadne  ,    museo delle terme  ,    rome    /    madelline miller  ,    the song of achilles    /    griffin mcelroy  ,    the adventure zone    /    unknown    /    andrew lloyd webber  ,   cats    /    andrew lloyd webber  ,    the phanom of the opera    /    justin cherry  ,   unknown name    /    gaston leroux  ,    the phantom of the opera

[c-igarettes-and-coffee]

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The main theme is just so haunting…

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𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡    𝑣𝑎𝑛    𝑔𝑜𝑔ℎ    𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔    𝑎𝑟𝑒    𝑦𝑜𝑢 ?

𝑡ℎ𝑒    𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓    -    𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑡

❝  i want to touch people with my art  .    i want them to say 'he feels deeply, he feels tenderly’  ❞    van gogh often didn't have enough money to pay for models to paint  ,    so he painted himself instead for practice  .    he always felt that his self-portraits were a study of himself his own anguish. as if to say    ❝  look at me  .    this is who i am  .    please know me  .    please love me  ❞    you probably have a complicated relationship with vulnerability  .    that which you crave also terrifies you  .    i know it's scary to leave your soul bare, but you will be most happy - and most loved - when you are most seen  .    some of your traits are  :    introspective  ,    conflicted  ,    and compassionate

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                                              [    𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙻𝚈𝚂𝙸𝚂    ]

raven is a person with little concept of self worth  ,    he has spent his entire life staring at his own grave  ,   with the knowledge that he is not long for this earth  .    he has spent his entire life lonely  ,   knowing only that he is a creature made for leaving     (    when i imagine myself  ,   i am always leaving    /    i could not draw my own face if god asked    )    he views himself as a means for others  ,   as the bridge that reaches across the river  ,   to put them safely on happier shores  .    he has not let himself crave  ,   or know want  .   that which he wants most  ,   he won’t let himself have  .    but there is nothing he wants more to be seen  ,   to be known  ,   to love and to be loved in return  ----    without guilt  ,   or shame  ,   or fear that he is the burden they will live with even after he is gone  .    he would rather sacrifice his happiness  ----    would rather play the martyr  ,   and die cold and alone  ,   knowing that the person he loves has found love somewhere safe  ,    than to let them watch him die  ,   and know he has carved out a piece of them that cannot be repaired     (    touch me  ----    it’s so easy to leave me    )     he is a creature of sadness  ,   and ache  ,    but his heart is raw  ,   and it is true

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idk if we’re all ready to have the conversation about how raven is so self sacrificing and that it’s partially because he values himself so little, and while he longs so desperately to make his life mean something, he won’t ever put himself before another person. and he will sacrifice his happiness, and his chance to be loved a million times over again the second he sees someone find a better opportunity. it doesnt matter how in love he is, if he sees someone else come along, and knows they can give the person he loves a better, longer, happier life, he’ll leave. 

[theoptia]

Elizabeth Barrett Browning, from Poems by Elizabeth Barrett Browning; "Consolation"

Text ID: Can I suffice for Heaven, and not for earth?