belle, comme le jour.

  ind. hélène kuragina, written by charlie.  

[vasilievnaarc]

                     wherever  you  are ,    there’s  depravity  and  evil .                                      rebooted  for  the  millionth  time  on  january  fourteenth ,    2018 .

[vasilyevna-moved]

again, i kno……

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again, i kno……

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again, i kno......

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hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[vasilyevna-moved]

i log in 2 see snow is on her bullshit, once again :/

[lths-blog2]

the person I reblogged this from is a cute peach

[vasilyevna-moved]

viduamor .

❝     IT  IS  NOT  SO  BAD  HERE.     ❞     like rote,     like  HOLY  WRIT,      does such reassurance make itself known from the lips of a queen who defends her own land.      the dead do pass their time as the living,     do drink & dream as the living   ———–    even she will admit the  EASE  at which she forgets that their vodka is tasteless,     their bread & beds made of ash        ❝     some come to enjoy it here,      in all its  SAFETY.     ❞

          small  and  insignificant  as  a  mouse ,    a  girl  who  once  resided  in  the  holy  and  beautiful  heart  of  petersburg  crossed  over  to  a  world  without  breath ,    without  tender  heartbeat .   every  part  of  her  aches ,    as  if  she  could  feel  the  rot  in  her  bones ,    a  strange  shivering ,    as  if  there  was  still  blood    dripping    from  between  her  too  -  thin  legs .    with  mere  look ,    she  places  all  her  trust  within  the  woman ,    knowing  there  was  no  other  option  and  nothing  more  to  lose .    ‘  i  hope  i  come  to  enjoy  it ,    then ,    too ,    as    difficult    as  it  seems .    —    i  have  never  been  good  at  adapting .  ‘

[trutharchived-deactivated201808]

goblincrown:

sailedstars:

SO i did some poking around and as you all know tumblr user @thrcughdangersuntold NOW KNOWN AS @cruelcycs ( with stolen content and url from @crueleyes !! ) NOW KNOWN AS @hardshipsunnumbered stole THIS PROMO ( now deleted on their blog ) here from my friend @goldfound aka @goblincrown that was so kindly MADE for them as a gift from another friend, @gloryfound / @fondfell. lord have i found some more theft from other blogs of theirs so !! here’s some extra stuff just to know which blogs to AVOID.

@cinderellc with a stolen header and THIS PROMO. // stolen content from @bluedhoney

@gcldcrowned now known as @bethmooracrown with a stolen header and THIS PROMO. // stolen content from tumblr user @silverarmed and the blog url copied from @goldcrowned

@valentineevenings now known as @asthewcrldfallsdown with a stolen header and THIS PROMO for themselves before they changed their url from @ crystalballed

@smaragdr with THIS PROMO. // stolen content from @silfursvik

@licnwept with THIS PROMO. // stolen content from @desouffrance and @lionwept

@springvigcr now known as @clvcnking with THIS PROMO. // stolen content from @springvigor and @vigorae 

@mastcrfeng with THIS PROMO. 

anyway stay safe kiddies !! the only reason there aren’t countless more blogs on here is because i got tired of going through their blog to list more thievery. but there you have it !! just a few of the blogs with practically 99% stolen content. sorry for the drama but y’know !! people are trashy lol.

UPDATE: HERE ARE MORE BLOGS OF THEIRS. PRACTICALLY EVERY BLOG THEY HAVE IS COMPLETELY STOLEN CONTENT. PLEASE CHECK TO MAKE SURE IT WAS NOT YOU THEY STOLE FROM. 

( if you know original owners of graphics stolen, or find more of their terrible plagiarized blogs, please IM me so i can add urls ! )

@melcdysung // stolen content from @andalasiian

@helrot // stolen content from @helbrought and @halfrot

@thundcrstcrms // stolen content from @thundrer

@darksinister

@flamcsfan // stolen content from @cursespark

@hcllbcy // stolen content from @likeskittens and @devilborn

@clcckhands

@ccuntdracula

@tcnebrarum

@delicncourt // stolen content from @deauvergne aka @ iindiscriminate

@sciencemagic // stolen content from @dokkstjarna

@thenamesbill

@prettywcman

@petalfcll // stolen - copied content from @roseruin

@drinkmc // stolen content from @kingsleigh

@iinjustice // stolen content from @kreejustice aka @ accxser

@starlightlionheart now known as @sealcved

@entitlcd

@grimciire

@diabcli

@chandlcrisms

@agentstansficld

@blacklingcrie

@fuckwiththceagles

@prcttyinpink

@speeddemcn

@fiftycars

@gamcplay

@ofcollections

@vladdraculatepes

@amazcnian

@makegcdbleed

@seadeath

@cwncompany

@deathbegan

@notdcad

@starcycs

@magicbcund

@christmasmcm

@aristccrat

@pxtionsmaster // stolen content from @poticnsmaster

@zcrg

@spellbrcken

@rcseblooms // stolen content from @fondfell

@starblankct // stolen content from @forcesensiitivity

@redburnt

MORE TO BE ADDED !!!

Note: So yeah guys. This person is terrible and won’t ever stop their theft. They “apologized” to @crueleyes for stealing their content, but then went and stole their url once they thought the bullshit had blown over. Report, block, and make sure you’re stuff is safe.

Like a corpse shambling from its grave, it’s time to mark down some new blogs!!

@pennywisc @purcblccd @invitednight @deadtell @hellspcak @blackcrcw  @puzzlesolved  @blccdmaster  @celebrateswar  @wonderbuilt​ 

Listen I hate listing these blogs. I hate that it’s now come to literally watching these blogs pop up and see who this person is going to steal from. But I’m done with pretending they’re not doing it, as are many people. So yeah. Feel free to expand the more you find!

while i’d rather not get involved  ,    and i hate to post something like this  ,    but at this point it is becoming ridiculous.  so i went on her wonder woman blog  ,    and it’s obvious that they’ve lifted icons and promos from other diana blogs.  they’ve taken my icons which you can see here :

above  ,    a screenshot of my icon folder  ,    the first one is the one they’ve stolen  ,    and also a thread ive used that icon in  ,    showing that it’s definitely mine.  i made and edited all these icons myself and the psd  isnt mine  ,    it is one i  brought  so it shouldn’t be used by someone who hasn’t made the icons personally.   i also recognise some icons styles from other ww blogs. 

they’ve also stolen this promo.  which is really obvious.  

i mean it’s a terrible editing job to begin with  ,    but they didn’t even change the words on the promo.

so this is just a warning  ,    to check out these blogs if you are a duplicate of one of them and make sure your icons or promos have not been stolen.  or let others know if you recognise their icons or promos on this person’s blogs.  because they seem to keep making blogs and taking from a wide range of people.

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they also stole from @warprincess !!     no diana is safe lmao.

[vasilyevna-moved]

why am i like this ,

[vasilyevna-moved]

i have the things you asked. i had to go through several lifetimes to get them.

empty  then    /    empty  now .↪    ghost  quartet  meme  iii .    accepting .

          ‘  i  did  not  expect  it  would  be  hard ,    моя  дорогая ,    моя любовь .    i  knew  you  would  bring  it  all  to  me .  ‘    a  hand  drags  down  his  cheek ,    feeling  the  extraordinary  roughness  of  his  unshaven  cheek ,    the  stubble  coarse  against  her  own  smooth  skin .    she  does  not  feel  it  unpleasant  and  even  keeps  her  palm  curved  around  the  side  of  his  jaw ,    thumb  rubbing  the  expanse  of  his  skin  slowly ,    as  if  she  were  wiping  away  tears  that  had  not  come .    ‘  your  bravery ,    your  strength ,    your  religion ,    your  city ,    and    your  love    —    that  is  all  i  asked  for .    how  happy  i  am  to  see  you  have  delivered .  ‘

when  she  drops  her  hand  to  rest  upon  his  armored  shoulder ,   she  notices  a  glimpse  of  red  upon  her  fingertips  she  was  too  caught  up  before  to  feel  seeking  onto  her  skin .    she  wants  to  examine  the  place  underneath  his  ear  where  she  had  surely  picked  it  up  from ,    but    refrains ,    knowing  she  could  do  little  even  if  she  did  find  the  source .    her  memories  of  playing  makeshift  doctor  to  her  brother’s  wounds  on  his  bedroom  floor  did  not  transfer  to  today ,    to  the  moment  within  matthew’s  apartment .    she  did  not  know  enough  to  help  him  in  that  way .    hélène  merely  listened  to  him ,    did  what  he  said  to  when  it  was  wise  to ,    challenged  him  when  needed ,    let  him  go  when  he  needed  to  go  and  pulled  him  close  when  he  needed  to  stay ,    even  if  he  himself  did  not  know  he  needed  such  a  thing .    she  compelled  him    to  share  his  kingdom  with  her ,    allowing  her  to  fix  the  things  he  did  not  know  were  broken .    when  she  asked  for  him ,    she  asked  for  all  he  held ,    and  now  he  gave  her  those  last  pieces .   

she  had  given  hers  to  him  just  as  willingly ,    going  back  through  lifetimes  to  pull  her  trauma  from  her  chest  and  trust  him  with  it .    she  slipped  her    heart    into  his  hands  like  a  wounded  dove .    she  carried  his  like  the  most  delicate  and  beautiful  thing  she  had  laid  eyes  on ,    prized  it  above  all  else  in  the  world ,    for  it  was  him    —    he ,    who  she  loved  most  of  all .    her  wish  had  been  fulfilled ,    that  which  a  twenty  -  one  year  old  version  of  herself  had  closed  her  eyes  tight  and  prayed  for ,    albeit  to  a  god  that  she  never  understood .    it  was  in  front  of  her .    that  selfish  and  selfless  love ,    that  taking  and  giving  until  they  did  not  exist  as  two  beings ,    but  as  some  inseparable  thing ,    which  she  had  thought  so  impossible  and  had  thought  of  in  the  same  realm  of  rusalki  and  vila  and  baba  yaga    —    it  was  there .    she  had  found  it  within  matthew .

[aphrene]

ghost quartet sentence starters, part one.    lyrics taken from the songs “i don’t know” through “soldier & rose” from the musical ghost quartet, described as “a haunted song cycle about love, death and whisky,“ written and composed by dave malloy. as per usual, feel free to adjust lines to fit dialect, pronouns, speech patterns of your muse, etc. this stands as the first part in a series of ask memes.

now, i don’t know, but i’ve been told, and that’s true of everything i know.

i don’t even know how to begin.

i don’t even know who i am. i’m not here.

i’ve got a thousand one stories. every single one of them’s a lie.

let me read you a story, let me read you a romance.

i will read, you will listen, and this terrible night will pass.

when i was a child i used to play with all the voices in my head. 

i don’t know if this is me at all or just some ghost of me that i dreamed up just to sing myself to sleep. 

i’m sorry. here, have some whiskey.

sit first, and drink a bit. you need to take care of yourself.

it’s a beautiful name. old fashioned, you don’t hear it a lot anymore. 

i’m a little confused and more than a little frightened.

this is a circular story.

i don’t believe any of this.

don’t you remember?

when i was a baby, i was blessed by a stranger in waters i didn’t understand.

i’m infected with disbelief and blasphemy.

i’ll never have a holy land. 

i am a ghost in the eyes of my god.

i will become the next best thing.

i will light myself on fire.

it’s time to get out of bed and be the starchild i can be.

the game is on my phone.

she selects the sword!

there’s a man on the platform screaming about the apocalypse.

reveal it to me. reveal me everything. reveal it to me, please, right now.

i suffer from a family evil.

i am a slave to terror.

i have a morbid acuteness of the senses. 

i only eat the most insipid foods, only wear garments of certain textures.

the odors of flowers are oppressive to me.

my eyes are tortured by faint light.

there are only certain, peculiar sounds, like those from stringed instruments, that do not inspire me with horror.

i dread the future.

why did you leave me? why did you disappear?

i am a soldier and, as a soldier, i have gotten used to death.

ghosts don’t bother me anymore.

come here, soldier, look me in the eyes.

if i told you i loved you, would you give me some honey?

come here, soldier, sit down in my lap.

if i told you when i saw you i felt a little shock, and that all the stars and moons and skies and birds and trees and sharks and seas and even i began to cry and tremble.

my heart leaps in my throat. i feel electric pulses in my fingertips.

come here, soldier, let me suck your thumb. 

this is special and love is more than chemicals.

it’s me and you and angels, too, and time will end and we’ll transcend and rise above the ash and dirt. 

baby, i could never hurt you.

would you believe me?

do you believe in love?

i am a soldier. i don’t believe in anything.

if you’re gonna steal my honey, please wait until i’m drunk.

take me onto the dance floor and let me cry against your cheek.

i won’t speak. i won’t say a word.

i won’t come back to haunt you.

[aphrene]

ghost quartet sentence starters, part two.    lyrics taken from the songs “any kind of dead person” through “the telescope” from the musical ghost quartet, described as “a haunted song cycle about love, death and whisky,“ written and composed by dave malloy. as per usual, feel free to adjust lines to fit dialect, pronouns, speech patterns of your muse, etc. this stands as the second part in a series of ask memes.

if you could be a bird, what kind of bird would you be?

if you could be a cat, what kind of cat would you be?

if you could be a dead guy, what kind of dead guy would you be?

i’d be a ghost.

i don’t go to church much, but when i do, i stand and sing loud.

i am filled with wonder from the stars.

i never saw anything i couldn’t blame on my mind, so i don’t believe in ghosts.

there’s a shock, there’s a stillness.

i wish that i could sing like that, but i don’t practice enough.

i’m confused by the notion that somebody loves me.

a clairvoyant told me once i’ve got an old soul.

if that’s how long it takes, i’m afraid i just haven’t got the time.

i’ll go home, pour some whiskey, and i’ll sigh.

when it’s time to go to bed, i’ll keep the nightlight on.

_____, honey, can you come here in a minute?

it’s time to grow up.

maybe that’d be sad for you, but maybe it’d be great for me.

so, why don’t you just shut up! why don’t you just have another fucking drink and shut the fuck up!

you dirty-faced, scruffy-kneed boy.

i got plenty of money.

that doesn’t mean i don’t love you.

i like to lose my mind, get blurry, sloppy, boozy, and blind.

you dignified, righteous young man.

i don’t care much for god.

i love a good rebellion.

you sweet little temptress, you.

there’s a forest burning somewhere and the moon is red as blood. 

i’m under your spell, in a wishing well. i’m lost and i don’t care at all.

let me drink tonight. don’t bother me.

you all can go away and just the bottle can stay.

i’m never really happy and i’m never really sad.

i’m a pretty bad lover and i’d probably be a deadbeat dad.

pack your bags and flee and never look back.

if anyone pushes me, i’m gonna push them back.

the stones are alive. the decaying trees, the moss on the wall, the condensation on the window. it is all alive. 

where is my brother/sister?

why did you have to die? i forgive you.

look into my telescope, tell me what you see. 

i see fire in the darkness, rage against the void. i see every time man cried out and raised his sword against god.

everything is lost. all is gone.

i love the way you see the world.

i love the way your soul sings.

i wish that i could sing like you.

i wish that i could feel things.

never take the stars away from me.

the younger is in love, was in love, but the lover is in love with the older, not the younger.

[aphrene]

ghost quartet sentence starters, part three.   lyrics taken from the songs “tango dancer” through “the wind & rain” from the musical ghost quartet, described as “a haunted song cycle about love, death and whisky,“ written and composed by dave malloy. as per usual, feel free to adjust lines to fit dialect, pronouns, speech patterns of your muse, etc. this stands as the third and last part in a series of ask memes.

are you… ancient?

do i know you? you remind me of my sister.

i know her, from the stories.

she’s been dead a long time now.

i have a lot of memories and i have a lot of sadness. 

i’m haunted by that memory of who i used to be.

i was empty then and i’m empty now, but it’s not the same at all.

and all of the boys would fall over. oh, how dazzling i could be!

the magic is gone. all my joy got bloated and sick.

_____, will you read me a story?

she had taken a photograph of something inappropriate or, rather, a photography at an inappropriate time.

does the ghost haunt her?

she is always screaming.

now the sun is rising, and that is all i am permitted to say.

what a good, sweet story it is!

when i kill you, i will miss you.

how will you grieve for me, o _____?

i will command a great feast for the kingdom with the largest boar that the court has ever seen and great oaken casks full of honey sweet wine and we’ll toast to the could-have-been queen.

if you can lose your temper, then i can lose my mind.

come look at the stars, dear _____.

how could you? sister, how could you?

he likes my singing! he likes my singing, that’s all.

i always knew you were shallow.

i always knew you didn’t believe in me.

i always knew that i bored you.

i always knew that i wasn’t pretty enough to hold you.

i always knew you’d go with someone smarter than me.

i always knew you were a snob.

i always knew you had your head in the stars.

i am not a puzzle. i am not some fucking logic puzzle for you to figure out! i am not a fucking game.

why don’t you just go fuck your books? why don’t you just go fuck all your fucking books? and we’ll see who’s smarter! we’ll see!

do you have the things i asked for?

i have the things you asked. i had to go through several lifetimes to get them.

i’m gonna eat you up like berries.

i am not a murderer or a crazy person, i just like honey.

the dead can sing. sleep will not come.

there is a storm tonight.

let the storm in. we don’t need moons or stars or god, we have the wind, the terrible wind.

this has all happened before.

there is blood upon my robes.

you know, that moment right before you die is such a gift, because you get to choose what goes through your head, what your last song will be.

i will try to forgive myself for living in the dark.

i will try to see myself as i am.

i have no idea what i could have done differently. 

i never thought that things really die, not in real life. in real life, there’s no such thing as ghosts.

i’m not special. i’m the same as everyone else.

you and i, we were always a mess.

i guess it’s time to let the dead be dead.

oh, the dreadful wind and rain.

[vasilyevna-moved]

i’m gonna rb all my gq ask memes again now and u all have 2 send me them ok

[vasilyevna-moved]

bopnty:

the way she phrases it makes him think :   the highlights of his life always involved a beautiful woman.   but he doesn’t allow that reverie to surface in his eyes.   instead it’s a sardonic smirk that is as real as his discolored eye.   “  took that excuse before and i ended up dead,  “    casual,  already starting to step away from the chairs and couch.    

          the  quirk  of  a  brow ,    the  ever  -  present  curiosity  in  her  dark  and  shining  eyes  growing  still ,    the  calm  and  content  smile  that  only  seemed  to  be  real  and  true  when  caused  by  him  upon  her  lips ,    tinged  with  mischief .    she  lounges  back ,    though  her  hands  move  to  push  her  body  up  at  any  moment .    ‘  i  don’t  think  a  simple  walk  around  the  ship  will    kill  you .    —    then  again ,    knowing  you ,    anything  could  happen  ...    but ,    really ,    spike ,    it’s  harmless .  ‘

[written-in-pen]

You love him?“ “No.” “Are you sure?” “No.

E. Grin, a year and a half ago (via written-in-pen)