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augustus rookwood | send ☮ for a picspam relating to your muse.

“if we are monsters then we have always been monsters— simply hiding and wearing masks.”

#dowhp #axrookwood #{ aesthetics; }#{ if you are the king you have made pawns of us all (augustus); }

“What the hell is tragedy? I am.” -- Sylvia Plath

( graphic by @ofregulusblack )

#dowhp #i had to use a sylvia quote in honor of u #carlie is truly my hero #my raison d'etre #dowtalk #[ aesthetic ]#ch: she tastes like every dark thought i've ever had

rabastan lestrange | send ☮ for a picspam relating to your muse.

“you have a cold cold smile. you were burned, you were about to burn, you’re still on fire.”

#dowhp #thelonelestrange #{ aethetics; }#{ the beating heart held between violence and war (rabastan); }

greta catchlove | send ☮ for a picspam relating to your muse.

“i am a tiny person with only two hands. i am trying to love the world around decades of war and skittish heartbeats.”

#dowhp #gretascatchlove #{ aesthetics; }#{ give the heart its claws (greta); }

adelaide beaufort | send ☮ for a picspam relating to your muse.

“she reminded me of the sea; the way she came dancing towards you, wild and beautiful, and just when she was almost close enough to touch she’d rush away again.”

#dowhp #sireene #{ eyes as wild and faithful as the tides (adelaide); }#{ aesthetics; }#{ god it's been a long time since i've done one of these im rusty apologies! }

octavia rookwood + gideon prewett

THIS IS A STATE OF GRACE, THIS IS THE WORTHWHILE FIGHT LOVE IS A RUTHLESS GAME UNLESS YOU PLAY IT GOOD & RIGHT THESE ARE THE HANDS OF FATE, YOU'RE MY ACHILLES HEEL THIS IS THE GOLDEN AGE OF SOMETHING GOOD AND I NEVER SAW YOU COMING AND I'LL NEVER BE THE SAME

#[ x.moodboard ]#[ x.s: i never saw you coming ]#[ x.inspo ]#gidecnprewett #dowhp #dowtalk #[ x.ooc: this took me way longer than it should have and gave me unexpected feels ]#[ x.ooc: i just love these two dorks ok ]

ＧＬＡＤＹＳ＆ＡＭＹＣＵＳ（０１/ ？）：blues

✰ unexpectedly bonded by a common language of hurt, masterpieces of suffering fractured to the core. think: early mornings & reheated coffee. cheeks cold from the fresh air, finding unnamed bruises on their knees. starlight. moonlight. 4am. the lake. they each think of their own mother’s promises & the moment is gone as quick as it came. screams fill their shared silence ( s o l a c e ) and the night clings to their limbs. here, here— there are no miracles here.

#gasxlinefleur #dowhp #dowtalk #e;#// so um #this happens when lena gives me feels ?

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