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here i am again, rock bottom. dug this hole to hell to rot in. here i lay again, rock bottom. what was life like? i've forgotten how the sun felt on my skin. resurrect and start again. ❞ as told by bugs .

[andromedes]

@femmefatalenet | event twelve | october | love

↳ keto

goddess of sea monsters and dangers of the sea

[tenebrixs]

noxctivagus​:

❝ YOU SOUND LIKE a bloody advertisement, ❞    were the first words out of james’s mouth after hearing that surprisingly detailed and utterly amusing spiel ━ because honestly, if he’d just happened to tune into the conversation at this precise moment, he’d think padfoot was trying to sell the motorcycle. but he knew better than to even suggest it at this point.      ❝ now if it could fly, then maybe i’d be a little jealous. but at least then i’d sort of understand why you seem to prefer its company to my own. ❞    enchanting one of those things to fly would earn it a gold star in his books. otherwise, he saw no point. but of course, he wouldn’t let sirius in on that little secret. the man was liable to smother him in his sleep if he insulted his baby.     ❝ it’s kind of insulting, actually. ❞   not really, but he was certainly enjoying ribbing padfoot for his unnatural inclination toward metal beasts.

    ❛ ┃ ┄ ┄    DON’T  LISTEN  TO  SIR CRANKSTER,  PRETTY  GIRL, ❜   sirius  runs  an  appreciative  hand  along  the  smooth,  metal  contours  of  the  exhaust  pipe,  a  silly  grin  plastered  across  his  face  as  he  imagines  himself  sitting  astride  his  precious  motorcycle,  as  free  and  as  wild  as  the  starling  soaring  through  the  sky.    ❛   HE  DOESN’T  UNDERSTAND  TRUE  BEAUTY.  ❜  he  can’t  deny  the  genuine  enjoyment  he  so  often  derives  from  teasing  his  best  mate;  prong’s  reactions  are  always  on  point  and  quite  entertaining  to  watch.  even  better,  he  knows  just  what  buttons  to  push  for  the  most  amusing  reaction.   ❛   BUT  YOU  BRING  UP  AN  EXCELLENT  POINT.  GIVING  THIS  PRETTY  GIRL  WINGS  WOULD  CERTAINLY  ENHANCE  HER   APPEAL. ❜   and  that  right  there  is  why  he  adores  james  potter. he  is  always  so  full  of  creative  ideas  and  has  little  trouble  inciting  a  marauder’s  inventiveness  with  his  fortuitous  words.  

[tenebrixs]

eldritchcs​:

    ‹  ❝ what are you ━ a reportero?❞  ›   robbie wrinkles his nose, distaste for that thought flickering across a face that is often described as … deadpan ━ difficult to read. the idea of running into her kind here, poking around where she obviously doesn’t belong, doesn’t sit well with him.  ‹  ❝you know what they say about curiosity, eh, chica? ❞  ›  it’s a rhetorical question, meant only to convey his opinion on the importance of maintaining a façade of ignorance, most especially when it counts. because sometimes, to do otherwise is to invite certain … misfortune into one’s life. ‹  ❝ we wouldn’t want anything to happen to your pretty, little head ❞  ›  he adds quietly, hoping his warning will suffice and convince her to find another bar to haunt ━

             [ PREFERABLY ONE SIX HUNDRED MILES OUT OF LOS ANGELES. ]

until she stubbornly places her order and he finally arrives at the conclusion that she has no intention of ignoring the spontaneous combustion stories ━ that she is, in fact, prepared to follow the trail of breadcrumbs to where one of many truths resides. heaving a soft sigh of resignation, robbie decides to concede to the power of hardheadedness and waves the bartender over ━ a man he’s known for a good three years now.   ❝ hey, mason. i’ll take a bud light. ❞  ›  and after a grateful nod toward mason, he allows his undivided attention to settle on the nosy woman, eyebrow cocked as he waits for the verdict.  ‹  ❝ so ━ what now? ❞  ›

        ❛ ┃ ┄ ┄    HARDLY, ❜    daisy  is  quick  to  deny,  having  had  her  own  less  than  ideal  experiences  with  reporters  in  the  past.  there  are  a  few  who  are  deserving  of  the  title  watchdog  of  society  ╾  who  truly  care  about  getting  the  truth  out  there  for  people  to  make  their  own  informed  opinions  ╾  but  there  are  far  more  who  should  have  never  been  given  the  opportunity  to  don  the  air  of  authority,  to  take  responsibility  for  the  billions  who  woefully  remain  ignorant  of  a  world  that  continues  to  treat  its  inhabitants  poorly.  greed  appears  in  many  forms,  after  all,  some  more  recognizable  than  others.  ❛  I  WOULDN’T  BE  WASTING  MY  TIME  WITH  YOU  IF  I  WERE.  ❜  she  feels  the  need  to  point  out,  a  flash  of  amusement  lighting  her  eyes,  giving  them  a  rather  mischievous  look. ❛ AWE.  YOU  THINK  I’M  PRETTY?  ❜ she  playfully  bats  her  eyelashes  at  him,  then  ☾  after  accepting  her  previously  ordered  glass  of  jack  rose  with  a  grateful  nod  toward  the  bartender ☽  takes  a  deliberately  small  sip  of  the  deliciously  tart  alcohol.

    ❛ YOU’RE  LOCAL,  I  TAKE  IT?  ❜ she  asks  after  awhile,  giving  the  poor  man  ☾  this  dark-skinned,  attractive  schmuck  who  has  the  misfortune  of  being  her  target  for  the  night,  and  boy  doesn’t  that  sound  worse  than  it  actually  is?  ☽  much-needed  time  to  get  used  to  her  presence  before  going  in  for  the  proverbial  kill  ╾  by,  of  course,  carving  a  delicate  line  into  said  poor  schmuck’s  proverbial  throat  with  her  proverbial  knife.  better  to  lure  her  victim  into  a  false  sense  of  security  than  to  immediately  slap  them  in  the  face  with  a  hammer.  ❛  AND  AS  A  LOCAL,  I’M  SURE  YOU’RE  PRIVY  TO  THE  MANY  STRANGE  SIGHTINGS  AND  EVEN  STRANGER  OCCURENCES  THAT  HAVE  BEEN  MAKING  THE  ROUNDS  LATELY ...  ❜  subtlety  is  definitely  not  her  strongest  suit.

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flamaeternas​:

        (  HER   DEVILISH   AIR   ACTS   AS   A   TRIGGER  )         for  the  mischievousness  percolating  within  the  stifling  confines  of  a  soul  that  far  too  many  have  deemed  a  ( ROTTEN )  mixture  of  temptation  and  wickedness    ——-    from  the  mouths  of  those  who  know  him  well  enough  to  conceive  such  RIDICULOUS  assumptions   …   and  from  those  who  only  think  they  do.     a  foolish  endeavor.            ❝  you  have  impeccable  TASTE,  darling, ❞   lucifer  remarks  casually,  piercing  gaze  trained  on  the  magnificent  ride  as  it    ——-    during  this  self-acclaimed  insanity’s  most  captivating  moment     ——-     S P A W N S   an  electrifying  rhythm  he  is  only  too  eager  to  experience  firsthand.           ❝  shall  we?  ❞    he  quirks  an  eyebrow  at  the  other,  impatient  to  encounter  his  own  brush  with  a  boisterous,  voracious  death.  one  can  only  imagine  the  sort  of  conversational  topics  the  devious  death  may  bring  to  the  table.    

                           cheeky  skate.

       ❛ ┃ ┄ ┄    OF  COURSE, ❜    she  intones  matter-of-factly,  keeping  her  eyes  fixed  firmly  on  the  odd-shaped,  metal  contraption  as  it  spins  faster and  faster  until  its  very  movements  become  nothing  more  than  a  blur.  oh,  how  fun  this  will  be!  it’s  been  far  too  long  since  her  last  brush  with  the  very  amusing   mortality  and  its  ever  daunting  companion,  morbidity.  ❛  YOU  NEEDN’T  ACT  SO  SURPRISED.  I  AM  NOTHING  IF  NOT  IMPECCABLE.  ❜  a  pout  forms  on  keto’s  lips,  visible  proof  of  her  rather  childish  petulance  at  having  her impeccable  taste  questioned,  even  if  unintentionally.  but  then  her  expression  suddenly  clears,  dissolving  into  a  toothy  grin,  as  she  latches  onto  the  man’s  larger  ☾  and  decidedly  much  warmer  ☽   hand  —  there’s  something  OFF  about  this  dark-haired,  dark-eyed  charmer,  or  so  her  instincts  claim,  and  since  they’ve  never  been  wrong  before,  she  knows  better  than  to  completely  disregard  them  —  and  starts  to  tug  him  in  the  direction  of  the  building,  bypassing  the  line  completely,  much  to  the  annoyance  of  the  humans  waiting  their  turns  like  good,  little  sheep.  ❛   I  THOUGHT  YOU’D  NEVER  ASK.  ❜

[tenebrixs]

eldritchcs·:

   ‹  ❝ you  ━ ❞  ›   the word, much like a curse, slips out before he has time to catch it. and by the time he takes his next breath, it’s already too late. he has no desire to recall it at all.  ‹  ❝ you’re barking up the wrong tree, intrusa. ❞  ›  he strives for insouciance, but the tense air around him belies the casual expression he bears like protective armor. anything having to do with spontaneous combustion should, at the very least, warrant his caution.  ‹  ❝ it’s been pretty quiet around here. ❞  ›   not counting the multitude of souls he’s forced to vanquish on a weekly basis in order to appease the fury and hunger of his deceased uncle’s rotten spirit. 

           degenerate souls. 

                          unsalvageable souls.

        [ BUT DO THEY DESERVE TO BE WIPED ENTIRELY OUT OF EXISTENCE? ]

                          the answer is obvious ━ yes.

     ❛ ┃ ┄ ┄    AM  I … ❜    her  raised  eyebrow  ╾  accompanied  by  that  small,  distrustful  gleam  in  her  eyes  ╾  lay  bare  her  suspicious  nature.  perhaps  hiding  it  might  have  benefited  her  in  some  way  ╾  fooled  the  stranger  into  thinking  her  duped  ...  outfoxed  by  the  grave  air  his  presence  emits.  but  when  she  catches  a  whiff  of  deception,  daisy  simply  can’t  help  herself.  her  superiors  even  jokingly  call  her  a  dog  with  a  bone,  since  she’s  the  sort  of  person  who  refuses  to  stop  until  she  gets  to  the  bottom  of  the  mystery.   ❛  SOMETHING  TELLS  ME  I’M  ON  THE  FAST  TRACK  TO  THE  TRUTH.  ❜ and  that  this  man  knows  more  than  he’s  letting  on.  but  she  won’t  push  too  hard  ...  for  now.  first,  drinks.  then  maybe  she’ll  make  a  pass  for  more  information.  after.  

    WAVING  the  bartender  over,  daisy  offers  him  a  small  smile.  ❛  I’D  LIKE  A  JACK  ROSE  ...  PLEASE.  ❜ drinking  on  the  job  ╾  not  exactly  the  smartest  thing  to  do.  but  alcohol  does  come  in  handy  in  situations  like  this,  as  it  has  a  tendency  to  lower  guards,  not  to  mention  inhibitions.  she  just  hopes  the  job  doesn’t  take  her  in  that  direction.   ❛   SO  —  ARE  YOU  GOING  TO  ORDER  SOMETHING,  OR  SHOULD  I  FIND  SOME  OTHER  POOR  SCHMUCK  TO  KEEP  ME  COMPANY?   ❜

[tenebrixs]

@ eldritchcs

    ❛ ┃ ┄ ┄    EXCUSE  ME,  ❜ she  calls  out  to  the  bartender,  swiveling  irritatedly  on  the  stool  when  the  man  doesn’t  seem  all  that  inclined  to  acknowledge  her.  ❛  YOU’RE  A  LOCAL,  I  TAKE  IT?  SO  YOU’RE  PROBABLY  AWARE  OF  THE  SPONTANEOUS  COMBUSTION  STORIES  MAKING  THE  ROUNDS?  ❜   probably  ╾  bartenders  tend  to  know  everyone  and  everything  that  goes  on  in  their  neck  of  the  woods,  which  is  the  very  thing  that  makes  bars  such  a  hotbed  of  activity  ...  and  answers.

[tenebrixs]

@ obsciuro

   ┃ ┄ ┄      OW  is  his  first  thought,  followed  by  NOT  AGAIN.  a  grimace  distorting  his  features,  hirohito’s  trembling  fingers  immediately  reach  for  the  back  of  his  head  where  a large  knot  would  have  formed  if  not  for  the  fact  that  his  life  is  strange  and  his  body  doesn’t  quite  understand  how  to  stay  dead.  this  isn’t  the  first  time  his  head  has  made  nice  with  the  asphalt,  cracking  open  like  an  egg  on  the  side  of  a  bowl  ╾   dying  is  his  reality,  and  his  reality  sucks  ╾   but  this  is  the  first  time  a  car  has  accidentally  mowed  him  down,  clipping  his  hip  and  sending  him  careening  into  the  crowded  takoyaki  stand.  and  it  hurts,  the  agonizing  impact  of  metal  against  flesh  turning  his  stomach  and  bringing  tears  to  his  eyes.  it  hurts  so  much  that  he  can  barely  think.        slowly  pulling  himself  into  a  sitting  position,  the  young  japanese  boy watches  with  a  sort  of  detached  resignation  as  the  people  around  him  continue  on  with  their  lives,  the  accident  long  forgotten.  just  as  he  has  been  forgotten   ☾  because  even  when  he  dies,  no  one  seems  to  pay  him  any  mind.  ☽

[flamaeternas]

when: january 8, 2022 where: las vegas, nevada who: open to all

         (   NIGHT   IS   WHEN   THE   DEVILS   )         like  to  come  out  ( AND )  play,  and  lucifer  is  rearing  to  go   !    dark  hues  mirror  his  ever  growing  appetite  for  F U N  and  adventure  as  the  dark-haired  male  appraises  the  stratosphere  tower,   GIDDY  anticipation  tingling  through  him  like  electrical  sparks  dancing  along  his  neurons.  the  heart  of  a  natural-born  rebel  beats  within  his  chest.         ❝  that  lovely  structure  is  calling  my  name,  ❞  the  original  fallen  angel   declares  in  a  tone  that  brooks  no  room  for  argument.          ❝  yours  too  if  you  listen  HARD  enough.  ❞

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        ❛ ┃ ┄ ┄    SHARP  EARS, ❜    she  observes  coolly,  the  cold  obsidian  of  her  gaze  centralizing  on  the  point  of  target  as  she  silently  ponders  the  age-old  question  of  which  thrill-seeking  ride  is  actually  deserving  of  her  enjoyment  during  this  first  round.   ❛  THAT  ONE. ❜   keto  points  up  at  the  giant,  mechanical  arm  held  suspended  over  the  tower’s  edge,  holding  a  lucky  few  captive  as  it  slowly  begins  to  rotate  and  spin  to  iron  maiden’s  empire  of  the  cloud.  ❛  WE  NEED  TO  RIDE  THAT  ONE  FIRST. ❜  the  appropriately  named  INSANITY.  it’s  guaranteed  to  drive  the  sane  absolutely  mad  with  gratified  entertainment.

[noxctivagus]

❝ SAY, PADS. don’t you think one muggle contraption is more than enough to get by in life?❞    amusement coated his tone ━ turned it droll ━ and although he tried to disguise it with a well-timed brow arch, james deduced from the way the muscles in his cheeks twitched that he’d most likely missed the mark.      ❝ what do you need two for?❞      better yet, what did he need one for? they were wizards, for merlin’s sake. their natural-born skill-set included apparition. but that didn’t seem to matter to sirius ━ not then and certainly not now. then again, he’d fallen hard for the metal beasts almost from the moment he’d first laid eyes on them … in a muggle magazine, of all things.

@ tenebrixs

[tenebrixs]

     ❛ ┃ ┄ ┄    DON’T  BE  SO  OBTUSE,  PRONGS. ❜   sirius  is  sitting  cross-legged  on  the  gravel  driveway,  grease-stained  rag  in  one  hand  as  he  affectionately  drags  the  index  fingertip  of  his  other  hand  along  the  hard,  cold  underside  of  the  drive  chain,  quite  pleased  with  his  handy  work.    ❛   JUST  LOOK  AT  HER  ━  THAT  SLEEKNESS,  THAT  BEAUTIFUL  PAINT JOB,  THAT  MAGNIFICENT,  RUMBLING  PURR  SHE  RELEASES  WHEN  YOU  TOUCH  HER  JUST  RIGHT.  HOW  CAN  YOU  NOT  FIND  YOURSELF  BEWITCHED  BY  HER?   ❜   he  shakes  his  head  at  the  mere  thought  of  anyone  finding  his  most  recent  purchase  ━  a  2017  bmw  r  nine  t  pure  ━  lacking.  ❛   ADMIT  IT.  YOU’RE  JEALOUS.  ❜        who  wouldn't  be?

[remuslpun-moved]

family portraits ❤ ↳ sirius black for @siruisblack

“godfather?” sputtered uncle vernon. “you haven’t got a godfather!”

“yes, i have,” said harry brightly. “he was my mum and dad’s best friend. he’s a convicted murderer, but he’s broken out of wizard prison…”

[branstark]

“I never betrayed Lily and James. I would have died before I betrayed them.”

Happy Birthday, Sirius Black ✩ born 3rd November 1959

[kanekkikens-deactivated20181203]

@hogwartshousesnet gtktm event: ships

                    ↠ Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

“The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.” — Victor Hugo

[fyeah-parkjihoon]

© romantic spot ☁︎ do not edit/crop the logo

[kikyousama-archive]

りん + オレンジ

[kojiiro-deactivated20181019]

Sesshoumaru and Rin…

[aredhels]

mythology family ♥︎ ceto for @pukwudgiei

ceto (ancient greek: kητώ, kētō, “sea monster”), is a primordial sea goddess in greek mythology, the daughter of gaia and pontus. as a mythological figure, she is most notable for bearing by phorcys, a primordial sea god, a host of monstrous children.

[tenebrixs]

tag drop   ♢   tanaka hirohito