#tw grave

[nonhuman-gardevoir]

「 ✦𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕...✦ 」

TW: graves, graveyard

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❀˖° Name: Ophelia, Drusilla, Lenore, Lucretia, Sebastian, Alistair, Mortimer, Raven, Morrigan, Morwen, Orion, Cole

❀˖° Source: brainmade

❀˖° Pronouns: he/him, vamp/vamps, noct/nocts, vel/velvet, crypt/crypts, gore/gores, crow/crows, moss/mosses, thorn/thorns, hex/hexes, grim/grims

❀˖° Age: 20-28

❀˖° Gender: cis man, victorianghoulic, deathpurine, strimdentro, nightgender, tradgothic

❀˖° Orientation: greysexual, homosexual, androromantic

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❀˖° Roles: archivist, sentry, censor, apathy holder

❀˖° TransIDs: TransStalked, TransVampire, TransWerebat, TransGhost, TransCorvidWings, TransHeavyPiercing, TransSplitTongue, TransFangs, TransFacialCrest, Trans1800s, TransBPD, TransWitchcraft, PermaDead, PermaGoth, PermaReincarnationCycle, PermaCollared, PermaBandaged, PermaPale

❀˖° Other IDs: eroticism anger, trained, fanged deer, nocturnal, eclectic pagan, ragadozan, CPTSD, crow, horror incantate

❀˖° Kins: vampirekin, dark-angelkin, dollkin, plague-doctorkin, voidkin, werewolfkin, ravenkin, vulturekin, opossumkin, black-catkin, melanistic-red-foxkin, weeping-willowkin, black-baccara-rosekin, spanish-mosskin, ressurrection-fernkin, sundewkin, Louis de Pointe du Lac kin (The Vampire Chronicles), Mavis Dracula kin (Hotel Transylvania), Corpse Bride kin (Corpse Bride), The Phantom kin (The Phantom of the Opera), Wednesday Addams kin (The Addams Family), Ciel Phantomhive kin (Black Butler), Raven kin (Teen Titans), Alucard kin (Hellsing)

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[lokisflame]

I just got a gravestone advertisement

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Tumblr

Tumblr why?

[therealaaronburr1836]

Alive.

[tophat-offical]

1000th post

woah. Big number :3

So you get a scene (feel free to rp as well)

*Top sits at the grave of Mr Tophat. There was no burial, since the body had never been found. He was pronounced dead until three months ago. Why did they still visit the grave, why did they still mourn his death.*

*between those three months Top had started visiting his grave. Bringing flowers and chatting to themself.*

*They put some pink camellias, purple hyacinths, and some dark crimson roses near the grave. They laid back in the grass, just hanging out there. They missed him, even if he was still here.*

[logan-porter]

Starter for @chuckcharlesley

When: A Night in March

Where: Undisclosed Location

Every couple of minutes the shovel rang out as it hit rock. Logan was covered in red dust. He knew for days that his sinuses would be dry and his throat would scratch. The sinew in his back protested as he continued to dig through feet of desert dirt. Logan muttered a curse under his breath, chest deep in the hole, an animal skeleton shattered under the blade's edge. "Y'know if I wanted to be a grave digger, I'd have just went to the hillbilly mountains of West Virginia to go work for my loser uncle," Logan grunted.

He fingers itched for a cigarette, but he wasn't about to get put behind bars for good because of a damn cigarette butt. He wasn't about to get put behind bars period. Definitely not for Obsidian Holdings.

"Hello?" Logan tossed the shovel out and climbed out. Chuck could dig the rest of the way -- the earth was probably more malleable by now. "Your turn. Santiago doesn't pay me enough to play graveyard keeper all night."

[j-i-poetry]

bury me with my money

Bury me with acorns,

Don't bury me in a box.

If you must, bury me in

A shroud of cotton.

Bury me in a simple shift

Don't bury me in a suit;

My rising will not be a formal affair.

Don't wear your best to

See me off.

Wear what you can get dirty.

You'll be spreading the mulch

On my gravesite.

Bury me with grave goods,

So if I am discovered by

Archeologists someday,

They will know I was loved.

Bury me with flowers,

But don't bury me with fresh roses.

Nay, plant on me perennials,

So you can still see me every year.

Finally, bury me with a stone marker,

But don't spend a fortune.

Carve for me the name I chose,

No matter what others may call me.

Bury me under sturdy granite,

So I can yet leave my mark

On something set for years.

While you may not see me,

These marks will be my gift to you.

Bury me with my money,

But the riches of the things I hold

Most dear.

[phasmofiregod]

If Tumblr staff congratulates me one more time, I'm going to vomit on their graves...

[one-hit-boy-wonder]

One of those aus where the bats find jason directly after he dug himself out of the grave but then like a week later tim comes back like “hey guys i just had Thee Worse time training with Shiva. Did i miss anything important?”