𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑.

this much i know.

[stainered]

BEWARE OF CRIMSON PEAK. this is an independent rp blog for edith cushing from the 2015 film. nsfw & triggering material will be present. please read rules before interacting. mun is 25+. minors dni. by hannah.

a study in life after death, aspiring authors, and deep generational trauma.

[referencetaurus]

riding boots, 1890 / woman's boots, early 1900s / buttoned boots, 1895 / carriage boots, 1920s

[kuutamosonaatti]

Crimson Peak (2015) | dir. Guillermo del Toro

[metamorphesque]

In summer's heat, I learned to dread the comin' of the night The awful things we do to make the head go quiet You’d press your body to the concrete when you were small The rains of winter seemed to never leave the walls

[lesliesmemes]

frankenstein (2025) sentence starters.

‘ captain! can we talk? ’

‘ we cannot keep up this pace without consequence. ’

‘ we signed up for a mission & we will see it to completion. ’

‘ then where does all this blood come from? ’

‘ what is that thing? ’

‘ what does it want? ’

‘ bring him to me! ’

‘ i killed it. ’

‘ how many of your men did it kill? ’

‘ it will come back & kill many more. ’

‘ whether you believe me or not, it will come back. for me. ’

‘ you must promise that you will put me out on the ice & let it take me. ’

‘ what manner of creature is that? ’

‘ what manner of devil made him? ’

‘ i had determined that the memory of my evils should die with me. ’

‘ some of what i will tell you is fact. ’

‘ it was my father who gave me that name. ’

‘ stand by my side & do not leave me. ’

‘ their voices filled me with fear. ’

‘ the man despised us both. ’

‘ ivory does not bleed, [name]. flesh does. ’

‘ she who was life... was now death. ’

‘ all of you, leave! ’

‘ he was the breeze, i was the storm cloud. ’

‘ an idea took shape in my mind. ’

‘ you let her die, did you not? ’

‘ i did everything in my power to save her. you must know that. ’

‘ no one can conquer death. ’

‘ everything you know, i will know. & more. ’

‘ i was born anew that night. ’

‘ i would have command over the forces of life & death. ’

‘ the vision was so clear. clearer than anything i’d seen in my waking hours or dreams. ’

‘ my downfall was swift. ’

‘ no sooner do we rise, we fall. ’

‘ we are not gods, are we? ’

‘ if we are to behave as immodestly as gods, we must, at the very least, deliver miracles. ’

‘ teach them defiance rather than obedience. ’

‘ how exactly do you propose to teach what is impossible? ’

‘ this is a hearing, doctor! not a carnival act! ’

‘ this is the future! this is possible! ’

‘ why not study it? ’

‘ this is unholy! ’

‘ god gives life, & god takes it, [name]! ’

‘ perhaps god is inept! ’

‘ do not let these old fools extinguish your voice! ’

‘ he’s making a name for himself. ’

‘ i’m afraid we both share that name, whether we like it or not. ’

‘ you were done for before you uttered a word. ’

‘ can you contain your fire, prometheus? or are you going to burn your hands before delivering it? ’

‘ you ended your demonstration out of pride. ’

‘ i work alone. ’

‘ why not just carry on without calling attention to yourself in such a manner? ’

‘ you certainly expressed them loudly enough. ’

‘ ideas are not worthwhile by themselves, i don’t believe. ’

‘ that is what happens when ideas are pursued by fools. ’

‘ you think me a fool, hm? ’

‘ how often a man believes he’s met an angel or a devil, only to find it is all an illusion. ’

‘ the game of chess we play only against ourselves. ’

‘ i could feel destiny calling. ’

‘ i take it, then, that we have an understanding? ’

‘ what would such a delicate, pious creature have to confess to? ’

‘ he tries to control & manipulate everything & everyone around him. ’

‘ he delights in playing the victim. ’

‘ have you had supper? ’

‘ my interest in science leans towards the smallest things. ’

‘ i’ve always searched for something more pure, marvelous. ’

‘ she can count on us to guard her. ’

‘ there is a bond between us. can you feel it? ’

‘ believing something does not make it true. ’

‘ choice is the seat of the soul. it is the one gift god granted us. ’

‘ nothing could stop me now. nothing. ’

‘ i gave you everything you wanted! ’

‘ you lied to me. you lied. ’

‘ the achievement felt unnatural. ’

‘ perhaps there is a finer point in me telling you my story. ’

‘ you have to listen to me. you have to listen. ’

‘ you are afraid of me? ’

‘ why would you be afraid of me? ’

‘ i’m not going to hurt you. ’

‘ are you running a fever? ’

‘ you wounded him like that. ’

‘ a leaf? for me? ’

‘ you should not go near it. ’

‘ in those eyes i saw pain, & what is pain, if not evidence of intelligence? ’

‘ what about what you have denied me? ’

‘ your heart? of all the human anatomy, that is the organ furthest from your understanding. ’

‘ only monsters play god. ’

‘ i failed. i made a mistake. ’

‘ keep her in the dark. for her own safety. ’

‘ i have the most terrible feeling... ’

‘ he’s going to kill him. ’

‘ make me save you. ’

‘ in seeking life, i created death. ’

‘ my maker told his tale. now, i will tell you mine. ’

‘ i called your name & understood i was alone. ’

‘ it was no ghost. ’

‘ it was flesh & bone. ’

‘ i longed to be part of this family. ’

‘ i became their invisible guardian. ’

‘ they too extended a small kindness towards me. ’

‘ for a moment, a brief, brief moment, the world & i were at peace. ’

‘ the hunter did not hate the wolf. the wolf did not hate the sheep. ’

‘ violence felt inevitable between them. ’

‘ perhaps, i thought, this was the way of the world. it would hunt & kill you just for being who you are. ’

‘ you do what you must & so will i. ’

‘ with a single step, i entered a different world. one i had only seen from afar. ’

‘ i find it difficult being a good host. ’

‘ are you not from these parts? ’

‘ there is something in your voice which persuades me of your goodwill & kindness. ’

‘ i want to know who i am. ’

‘ i cannot forget what i cannot remember. ’

‘ i know what you are. a good man. & you are my friend. ’

‘ i felt lonelier than ever. ’

‘ envy rose within me & decided to demand a single grace from you. ’

‘ i would demand a companion. ’

‘ all we have is each other. ’

‘ no more lies. ’

‘ come out of the shadows if you are here. ’

‘ i have found sanity at such a cost, & you here are madness calling me back. ’

‘ i cannot die. & i cannot live alone. ’

‘ in you i have created something truly horrible. ’

‘ i am obscene to you, but to myself i simply am. ’

‘ the miracle is not that i should speak, but that you would ever listen! ’

‘ if you are not to award me love, then i will indulge in rage. ’

‘ move away from it! ’

‘ it attacked her! ’

‘ you are the monster. ’

‘ take me with you... ’

‘ i fear you, [name]. i always have. ’

‘ my place was never in this world. ’

‘ i sought & longed for something i could not quite name. ’

‘ to be lost & to be found, that is the lifespan of love. ’

‘ she is gone, & i long to follow. ’

‘ you gave me life unwanted. ’

‘ you thought me a monster. now i return the favor. ’

‘ i will make you bleed. ’

‘ i will make you humble. ’

‘ you may be my creator, but from this day forward, i will be your master. ’

‘ you put your faith in this. ’

‘ now, run. ’

‘ i will bleed. ache. suffer. ’

‘ it will never end. ’

‘ i am sorry. ’

‘ regret consumes me. ’

‘ what hope i had, what rage... it is all nothing. ’

‘ the tide that brought me here now comes to take you away. ’

‘ forgive me. my son. ’

‘ forgive yourself into existence. ’

‘ while you are alive, what recourse do you have but to live? ’

‘ i forgive you. ’

‘ rest now, father. ’

‘ perhaps now, we can both be human. ’

[saliechelon255]

[theodorafrompluto]

Vanity (1907)

by Frank Cadogan Cowper

[greengableslover]

CRIMSON PEAK (2015) dir. Guillermo del Toro

[stainered]

somehow i remembered the login to this account and i do believe i'm going to start writing again.

[calamity-bean]

Crimson Peak is SO fucking funny when they first get to the house and Hiddles is like. Oh yeah forget to mention, giant hole in the roof. Also the floor is rotten, someday the whole foundation will collapse. And don't be alarmed if the pipes start bleeding! It's just that the very ground beneath our feet is oozing red liquid, absolutely drenched with it, as though the entire house is bleeding and bloodstained, as though the very earth our family legacy is built upon were one great open wound.

I fucking love Gothic settings. Don't worry about it Edith, welcome to your very normal and inhabitable house.

[metalprompts]

*      ―    ﴾  𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎  𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜  ﴿   :       𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘  𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒.

the  following  has  been  taken  from  the  2015  album  by  THE  WEEKND.  feel  free  to  change  and  adjust  anything  as  needed.  CONTENT  WARNING:  drugs,  some  nsfw.

“ every  woman  that  loved  me,  i  seemed  to  push  them  away. “

“ don’t  waste  precious  tears  on  me.  i’m  not  worth  the  misery. “

“ i’m  better  off  when  i’m  alone. “

“ what  can  you  show  me  that  my  heart  don’t  know  already ? “

“ now  that  we’re  all  grown  up,  who  do  we  owe  it  all  to ? “

“ everyone  around  you  is  so  basic. “

“ give  me  head  all  night. “

“ don’t  believe  the  rumors,  i’m  still  a  user. “

“ they  told  me  not  to  fall  in  love.  that  shit  is  useless. “

“ i  usually  love  sleeping  all  alone. “

“ i  only  love  it  when  you  touch  me,  not  feel  me. “

“ when  i’m  fucked  up,  that’s  the  real  me. “

“ drugs  started  feeling  like  decaf. “

“ who  are  you  to  judge ? “

“ baby,  you’re  no  good. “

“ they  warned  me  about  your  type. “

“ to  say  that  we’re  in  love  is  dangerous. “

“ if  i  could,  i’d  forget  about  you. “

“ girls  born  in  the  ‘90s  are  dangerous. “

“ i  know  she’ll  be  the  death  of  me. “

“ at  least  we’ll  both  be  numb. “

“ i  can’t  feel  my  face  when  i’m  with  you. “

“ who’s  gonna  love  you  like  me ? “

“ who’s  gonna  touch  you  like  me ? “

“ who’s  gonna  fuck  you  like  me ? “

“ you  want  me  to  fix  you  but  it’s  never  enough. “

“ i’ll  always  be  there  for  you. “

“ you  said  you  wanna  be  good  but  you’re  begging  me  to  come  over. “

“ i  see  nobody  but  you. “

“ i’m  so  used  to  being  used. “

“ you’re  the  only  one  i  choose. “

“ even  though  you  break  my  heart,  i  need  you. “

“ show  me  your  broken  parts  and  your  flaws.  i’ll  take  you  as  you  are. “

“ maybe  i’ve  always  been  destined  to  end  up  in  this  place. “

“ i  hope  you  find  somebody  to  love. “

[aestheticbroker]

—  ❛❛  //  𝙻𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴  𝙵𝙾𝚁  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙶𝙻𝚄𝚃𝚃𝙾𝙽𝚂.  (  lines  of  literature  that  will  rip  your  heart  out.  please  substitute  pronouns  as  needed. )

❛ one of the cruellest things you can do to another person is pretend to care more than you do. ❜ ❛ i loved you and sometimes you loved me too. ❜ ❛ don’t tell anybody anything. if you do, you start missing everyone. ❜ ❛ you never know how much space you occupied in other people’s lives. ❜ ❛ beautiful things grow to a certain height and then they fall and fade out. ❜ ❛ i felt like destroying something beautiful. ❜ ❛ i have scars on my hands from touching certain people. ❜ ❛ you cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness. ❜ ❛ what can you do but hold your hand out in the dark ? ❜ ❛ you can’t make homes out of human beings. someone should have told you that. ❜ ❛ your only problem, perhaps, is that you scream without letting yourself cry. ❜ ❛ being surrounded by the wrong people is the loneliest thing in the world. ❜ ❛ i hid my deepest feelings so well i forgot where i placed them. ❜ ❛ i didn’t leave because i stopped loving you, i left because the longer i stayed the less i loved myself. ❜ ❛ at every moment of our lives, we all have one foot in a fairytale and the other in the abyss. ❜ ❛ some people turn sad awfully young. i know, for i’m one of them. ❜ ❛ nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you. ❜ ❛ all great and precious things are lonely. ❜ ❛ someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. ❜ ❛ i felt less lonely when i didn’t know you. ❜ ❛ things change, friends leave. life doesn’t stop for anybody. ❜ ❛ i am deathly afraid of almosts. ❜ ❛ it’s such a secret place, the land of tears. ❜ ❛ what do we do now, now that we are happy ? ❜ ❛ when we first met i was lonely and you were pretty -  now i am pretty lonely. ❜ ❛ i want you to know that i’m both happy and sad and i’m still figuring out how that could be. ❜ ❛ if you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them ? ❜ ❛ the one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person. ❜ ❛ you can never love people as much as you can miss them. ❜ ❛ i was too young to know how to love you. ❜ ❛ if anybody could have saved me it would have been you. ❜ ❛ sometimes i can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives i’m not living. ❜

[unhookedwings]

During an interview about her incredible costumes for the film Crimson Peak (2015), Kate Hawley mentioned two paintings that particularly inspired her design of the leading female cast’s iconic attire. Proserpine by Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1874, top left) was taken into consideration for the character Lucille Sharpe, otherwise known as The Moth (top right). For Edith Cushing (bottom right), thought of as The Butterfly in contrast, The Bridesmaid by John Everett Millais (1851, bottom left) was said to have greatly influenced the character’s hauntingly beautiful look of cascading hair and the bridal-esque nightgown attire.

[stainered]

sangcreole​:

     It isn’t unusual for mortals to take notice of his ghastly presence. Even with the masterful trickery handed down from his maker, it’s always the glint of emerald eyes that ensnares those few wayward souls brave enough to hold his gaze. Perhaps an older blood drinker would drain her and be done with it (perhaps that is the smart thing to do, after all— so rarely does discovery end in anything other than the demise of their kind) but there is something about her smoldering curiosity that thrills him. It is stubborn, defiant even, in the face of death incarnate. Foolish but endearing nonetheless.

    (And perhaps there is a part of him that is just as desperate to be known in the first place, desperate for someone to quicken him and rid him of the numbness and despair that relentlessly thuds against the brittle bones of his ribcage).

     “Horror is relative.” He says with a diplomatic nod. “What is horror to a being whose baseline experience is embedded in death and carnal desires? Horror is the beauty in perfection. Horror is the gentle lull of sunlight we once took for granted.”

The thought has never occurred to her -- though, why would it? Even a girl who has lived through many tragedies could never imagine what simple things humanity takes for granted. The air she breathes, the light that shines down from the sky each day . . . things, it seems, only reserved for the purely human. Whatever else might exist, in this world or otherwise, left to fend for themselves, sometimes wander in eternal fear and misery. It’s a punishment far worse than death itself, in her opinion. Edith often wonders what these poor souls do to deserve such a fate; to exist purely for some hellish, twisted plan of some invisible deity? To tell cautionary tales, perhaps? One can only wonder . . .

" That’s -- tragically poetic. ”  Precisely what she may have imagined someone of his persuasion might say, despite not having any reference at all to base such a notion off of. There’s almost a glint of envy, if only for the reason of Edith only dreaming of being so articulate.  “ Have you ever considered writing a novel? ”  

[stainered]

paddyfuck​:

“I’ve never understood the appeal of old houses. Far too drafty for my tastes.”  //  @stainered​.

“ I think they have character. Old floors and old walls often tell old stories. ”

[02decay]

Cathcart Cemetery, Glasgow

[awkward-sultana]

Crimson Peak (2015) + Edith Cushing’s yellow velvet robe with white flowered embellishments