#tales told

[snusmumrikens-hat]

OC sideblog!

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[clochardscelestes]

From night skies dressed in clouds Morning came, your taste in my mouth I like the way that your hair falls down in your eyes And you blush when you smile When sleep combs your side then far away flies

I love the way that you stare when the sleep fills your eyes So yesterday has gone Who knows, tomorrow may bring all we'll desire Tomorrow brings the sun

[phantomhiveraven]

The Collapsar

          How many had he taken, how many swallowed down with hungry gulps as if he were struggling for air... and how many are to follow before he is to feel full; sated to the brim? The raven was starving. In all these souls there was but not one that would satisfy the empty pit which was nested within his core robbed of its once glorious flicker of light, extinguished in long cycles of decenniums that passed slower than anything  ever experienced. Tartarus, a magnificent place  Endless pit of darkness which robbed him of all the sun he used to spread his wings underneath, of all that he was before only to starve him for his ‘father’s breath’ that rested hidden inside the flesh suit of the mortals that adored were beyond any sense. From fire had he risen, shackled to the nothingness of this dark abyss, waiting until finally, he were reborn. Wings fluttered with remaining scraps of ash that slowly fell off, once pristine white like freshly fallen snow, they now tinted were with dark, endless ebony.

           No longer presented his wings the purity of his being, now chalked with ashes of his sin he rises above the sun only to feel.... nothing. No cold, nor warmth, the gentle caresses of moon and sun no longer sent shivers down his spine. Numbness, how thee wrapped and scorched has the filthy wings. But oh, oh the kiss of a soul so divine and tortured by its life, oh how it tingles each feather with a tender touch before ripping out feather by feather! Such a delicious pain.                                                            

                                                         Such an ironic play of fate.

                                              Betrayal.

         From Heaven’s above, the endless paradise of Promised Land to the feared pits of Hell where roaring inferno of damnation roars; one sensation has overflown the lands. Treason, this disloyalty of mindless puppets which created were by HIS hand ignited an era of changes, an era of sin. Where the slithering serpent had offered liberation and the truth, out came the foaming beast embed deeply within each soul of his breath. Alas, the truth proving that not even he was all but grace, love and forgiveness.            Deepest of bloody red , reflecting light with its perfect shape and glossy skin..... how unfortunate that when breaking deeper within, you find small freckles of sin; rotting away if no help offered is. How imperfection always was the most captivating one. How HE meant was to feed us with his breath which laced was with life, puffing and blossoming into a perfect meal of bleeding black. The seed of sin, since beginning, had been HIM...-                               -and I shall sip it like the finest wine,                               devour it just before your very eyes.

             This hunger, this lust, this rage and this need...look at the twisted poor thing. White like a dove he once was, but now darker than the night are his feathers and his heart. Within his eyes trapped are thousand of glorious, twinkling stars. He is the collpaser, the void that can lift you up and then shatter you into billion little pieces.

[castlefanfics]

"I'm not complaining," Castle yelps and dives sideways, puffing as the twisted ivy tickles his face, "I just didn't expect something quite so, yeehhaa, rustic." Based on a prompt from the Castlefanfics Prompt Challenge on Tumblr.

[katewithpaint]

So a spider has made its home above my computer in the new place. For now we can but stare at one another however tomorrow I shall seek out a fabled feather duster in the lands of Wilkinsons and our great battle shall begin