#terribiliis

[killianns]

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MEME.

( accepting. )

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[vezely-a]

' i'm not sorry. '

      meme | Angsty and Dark Sentence Starters | terribiliis

          It was just a sleeve soaked in cheap ale. Vezely already           expected to leave that dodgy tavern smelling of alcohol           and westermansweed, so a more acrid stain was preferable           to one of blood, should she become unnecessarily embroiled           in a bar fight. But the comment irked her -- the tone of           its bearer, who she had not yet engaged by sight, presaged           an incident of western prejudice against Easterling patrons. 

              ❝Somehow that doesn't surprise me.❞

[skjoldmoy]

terribiliis said: e w no

i literally am not about her arc this season and it's affecting my muse tbh because i don't want her to end up with anyone on the show right now?? (except kalf but blame tess) and i feel like michael hirst is just trying to make all the ladies chill and have partners and i just don't. don't want that.

[psychomachiia]

terribiliis replied to your post: “someone said my muse creeps theirs out

omfg lestat rly likes to spend time w/ finn bc he's completely assured that he secretly likes him so he'll just keep annoying him until he admiTS IT GDI LESTAT UR GONNA GET URSELF KILLED

omg save

[ppyre-blog]

Pile the pyre, light the fire—there is fuel enough and to spare; You have fire enough and to spare with your madness and gladness; Burn the old year—it is dead, and dead, and done. There is something under the sun that I cannot bear: I cannot bear this sadness under the sun, I cannot bear this sun upon all this sadness.                                                        ----Sydney Dobell

[skjoldmoy]

terribiliis​

               ( LESTAT DOESN’T agree. a cloth is pressed against    the wound in his shoulder, && the little pieces of FOREIGN LANGUAGE                              he possesses leave him, alongside with a                  hiss pressed between his teeth. he’s convinced the                     woman is some kind of devil; some kind of       hellish mistress ––– ––– – && why is he here? the land             is cold && beautiful, && he hates that he cannot enjoy           it until he KNOWS. tongue fumbling like a pair of clumsy                     hands working on a piece of art, lestat opens his                         eyes, lashes sticky with sweat && blood. )                                              ’ WHO ARE YOU ? ‘

                    The gauze is dark, smudged in the fading of insipid iron, scrubbed with each use,and kneaded with black, with the scuff of dirt and grime that clung to pores of molested white but it is the blood that splutters and coughs from raw flesh that concerns her, not the sepsis that clings to striated cloth. ( she has faith in the healers; she has faith that the staunching of bleeding will grapple for life more than infection that may snuff it. )

                                  ‘ My name is Lagertha, ’ she answers, but voice with infused in curtness and fingers are set quivering , slickened with blood, as they pluck at the cloth. ‘ And you will die if you do not let me help you. ’

[ppyre-blog]

As I lay with my head in your lap, Camerado, The confession I make I resume----what I said to      you in the open air I resume: I know I am restless, and make others so; I know my words are weapons, full of danger,      full of death; For I confront peace, security, and all the settled      laws, to unsettle them; I am more resolute because all have denied me,      than I could ever have been had all accepted      me; I heed not, and have never heeded either experi-      ence, cautions, majorities, or ridicule; And the threat of what is called hell is little or      nothing to me; And the lure of what is called heaven is little or      nothing to me; Dear Camerado! I confess I have urged you      onward with me, and still urge you, without      the lease idea what is our destination, Or whether we shall be victorious, or utterly      quelled and defeated.                                         ----Walt Whitman

[psychomachiia]

terribiliis replied to your photo:

it is lesta t

what if you're a 4 on the man scale lestat what if finn beat you lestat