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[laidirnighean]

-   “ you miss her. ”

                         -    “ terribly. “

[shackleborn-arc-blog]

YO, HELLO, HORRAY. please do me a favour - if you would be so inclined to LIKE and/or REBLOG if you are interested in interacting with a indie fandomless vampire original character. featuring original vampire lore, occasional shitposting and multi-verses. come have some fun with a flower loving, artsy vampire boy who is determined to be anything but a monster DESPITE being bred to be one. blog may contain triggers and nsfw content! written by the friendly neighbourhood canadian, lux!

[fallengxddesss-blog]

Gods Can Fall Too 

Athena Halaway 

Independent, 

semi-selective 

Hunger Games OC.

[feelingfeeder-blog]

my father was a psychiatrist. always analyzing me. even on the stand. i was sentence to year for assault and battery after i broke dear old dad’s arm. and I was sent away. locked up with a twisted old man. he told me he had fought the justice society when he was younger. he was obsessed with some kind of unlocked power within emotions. i didn’t understand all of his theories at first. but he had told me of a set of artifacts he had hidden away. the medusa masks. after discovering their power i melted them down into my own mask. and i made everyone feel the way i wanted them to feel. until I was taken. tortured heh. driven mad, as many said. mad from all the years of strip-mining feelings from everyone else. drinking in their sorrow and anger and laughter. but i’m not crazy. not really // penned by bells

[shackleborn-arc-blog]

start by pulling him out of the fire and hoping that he will forget the smell. he was supposed to be an angel but they took him from that light and turned him into something hungry, something that forgets what his hands are for when they aren’t shaking. start by wiping the BLOOD off of his chin and pretending to understand. // poem credit

[shackleborn-arc-blog]

start by pulling him out of the fire and hoping that he will forget the smell. he was supposed to be an angel but they took him from that light and turned him into something hungry, something that forgets what his hands are for when they aren’t shaking. start by wiping the BLOOD off of his chin and pretending to understand. // poem credit

[shackleborn-arc-blog]

DESTROY ME, FOR I AM NOT CAPABLE OF DESTROYING MYSELF. FEAR ME, FOR I AM SOMETHING TO BE FEARED. BEHOLD ME, MORE MONSTER THAN MAN // original character penned by lux. possible triggers.