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( 𝐯 . ) 𝐇 𝐈 𝐃 𝐄 put or keep out of sight ; conceal from the view or notice of others . ( 𝐧 . ) a vampiric original character , adored by roman .
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send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on
I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterisation or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!
Work Song by Hozier except it’s being sung by what sounds like a few fellow laborers a ways up the coal mine that you’re working in. It’s dark and cold and grueling work, but whoever the singer is, he has a sweet story and a sweeter voice, and morale seems to pick up with each beat.
By the end the entire mine has begun mining in harmony, but as you look for the source of the song… no one claims the credit.
DYNAMICS CALL ! ♡
poetry sentences . // meme .
a collection of sentences pulled out from this blog. it contains a lot of various topics. trigger warnings apply , just in case. smaller adjustments have been made with permission from the author in order to make proper sentences.
“ the touch you left is burning through my skin.”
“ oxygen poured into my wounds and set fire to the rest of my body. ”
“ the soothing breeze only made it worse. ”
“ i let the wind hug me in hopes that it would wash away the touch you left. ”
“ i can’t let you go. ”
“ your touch is crawling up my throat. ”
“ i kiss the wind in order to remember. ”
“ my sad is not beautiful. ”
“ my sad is not beautiful, because it’s dangerous. ”
“ i dare to say that my sad is not beautiful. ”
“ get out, get out and walk away. ”
“ the artist on the other end won’t let me go. ”
“ drench me in roses, put me on a cloud like michelangelo. ”
“ coal spread in my veins like sulfur; toxic. ”
“ not once did i say it was. ”
“ you don’t love him ”
“ when you do you don’t feel so hollow anymore ”
“ you don’t love him, but you make a world out of him ”
“ you imagine what it feels like, being in love ”
“ love is supposed to be good ”
“ he makes you feel good, isn’t that love then? ”
“ how come you can’t stop the rapture of your arteries, or the shredding of your heart’s chambers? ”
“ why did you make him to be a world you could step on? ”
“ you can’t climb those, because you never managed to conquer him. ”
“ what world do you live in ”
“ love, you call it, and love you make it. ”
“ you don’t love him, but you know you’d like to try. ”
“ even if his love is a poison, you’d happily die trying. ”
“ breathe into me. ”
“ your scorching breath is my doomsday, salvation and reawakening all at once ”
“ your lungs are bouquets brimming to their edges with colors ”
“ press your lips against my chest ”
“ let your tongue trick me open ”
“ i fear my own suffocation ”
“ kiss me so i can feel alive again ”
“ there’s a strange hole in my chest. ”
“ god, what i’d give to run my hands by that hair again ”
“ yet you keep pouring ”
“ you are not shallow water, you are quicksand ”
“ you are not he shark, you are the ocean beneath threatening to drown it ”
“ you’re a gap in my chest ”
“ it spreads like cancer and your gaze is the chemo killing me ”
“ i dare to call you an antidote ”
“ i want to remain weak ”
“ eat me alive… i am yours ”
“ i count the wounds left behind from your claws “
“ i, too, am a martyr ”
“ not for the people – for myself and the heart i once let you embrace and care for “
“ mistakes are spilled and spelled all over my skin ”
“ you are death on two legs, nothing more than another case of Bad touch and Sensible warnings; vinegar on my tongue”
“ back off and learn your lesson “
“ smile, lover, you are a burning star “
“ i let myself decay in the hellfire flames “
“ what good is heaven, when all i want is hell “
HIT THE ♡ FOR A STARTER !
shorthand version of einar’s backstory so everyone can know : he used to be some kind of angel like a LONG time ago . he was kind of like.... a cupid / guardian angel in the sense that he was like an angel of love & people being in love and . fell from heaven because they told him that he would never be allowed to be in love but he just . had this overwhelming sensation like no there's going to be someone some day like this . part of him knew he was just waiting for someone to come around , he didnt know when , but he just knew . and he just . he fell WILLINGLY . he wasn't forced , there wasn't some big deal about it , he just decided that he'd rather go through the pain of falling & death & waiting thousands of years -- just so one day , maybe , he could feel a fraction of the love that he watched other people have , than to stay an angel and see the day he found love but could never have it . and now einar has been a demon for so long there's no trace of angelic divinity left like there's . no halo , no wings , no nothing . he's just a demon . and he doesn't tell ANYONE about what he used to be like nobody knows about that . and like as a demon he's known as ' the grim ' like he just became this horrible creature of death and emptiness and decay like the opposite of everything he was created as . yet there's this lingering divinity in him still , that graceful and loving part of him that can't be scrubbed from his marrow and i... lov my demon
vilemade said : “ i thought about our last kiss , how it felt . . . the way you tasted . ”
𝐅𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 when i first saw you / the end was soon . and here i am , reduced to ash & ruin once more ; a trembling & tender thing , lost in a sea of devotion . 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 . a thousand ways to say them , and yet the words still get lost in my throat ; tangled in my vocal chords / these hymnals that scorch my skin now , once holy . once hallowed ground , feet now bloodied & raw with each step further into the cathedral . the glass long since shattered , left only as scattered memories on the floor . 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 . i will press my hands against the cracked pews / feel the rotted wood beneath each damned finger ---- the pulpit tangled in vines & weeds . * all divine things will succumb in the end , all fallen , all ghosts ; all candles long since blown out . perhaps i find salvation in the calamity of my own skin , ribs etched with the words of a god that sought to devour your destiny whole / to hide that golden light in herself in hopes that you would never see the syncopated beating of your own heart . ( 𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 , 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 ? ) i ached for them , felt their love run through my veins ---- now the thought burns me , devours me , leaves me emptied ; turned inside out & left in the mud to be overtaken by the peaceful darkness of death . * but death is not fair , it is not merciful : it does not bend or sway for creatures with ugly hearts , with tar - stained souls & nail beds left bloody from digging our own graves . death left me / fractured bones / wandering ---- searching for you .
𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 that light that stained your skin , that bright darkness washing over you / the sky bleeding above you , the entire earth 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚 trembling with your every breath . i saw you : a ghost , a hope , a reflection , something to dig my nails into & hold close . the sorrow clamors , a feverish desperation of human emotion . 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮 , 𝙩𝙤 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 . like a star collapsing , the universe itself reaching out to pull closer ; guts scattered , the culmination of all human life created in a single moment . * here , it will be undone . your hands that hold all things , all death , every possibility . 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 . even hell’s hands must relinquish eventually / the fires that no longer hurt ; they are little more than a whisper against my skin . ( and yet i hurt , and yet i weep . i am tear - stained cheeks begging for forgiveness / please turn away , my love , as my divinity burns , as i crawl out of the underworld just to be with you again ) this is a world that takes & takes , a volatile rock suspended in space , atlas heavy with misery and lead - hearts .
𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓 - 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 and you refuse to let go , fingertips intertwined with desperation ---- white knuckled grip as you wrap yourself around him / equal parts tender & protective . 𝙖 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙤𝙙 , NO MORE . breath is heavy , wheezed , lungs clamoring for breath ; clogged with soot & smoke . it lines his lips , hands seeking as they pull michael closer 𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 , 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 a cough choked back , teary eyed as he cups his cheeks , smile trembling / fighting it’s way onto his lips . ( if i were made from the fire & the brimstone , then why does the very marrow of my bones sing in agony ? ) all things good ---- bright , beautiful ; they all went with you / all clung to earth , to the mortal coil , as i was stripped away and left as the winds whisper . something pleading , begging , guiding you every chance i could . shaking , he draws him closer still , fingertips tracing every inch of his skin , eyes bright dangerous trying to memorize every part of him 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 a sniffle , laughter it is heavy / it is broken lips meet ---- and the earth finally stops shaking . ❝ i promise i’m not going anywhere . ❞ // @vilemade
𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 & 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 wretched & conniving , they are all ugly - souled & bitter mouthed . a half divine vision of christ searching for an angel’s last grace under the tongues of a harlot . bloodied & raw ; they will always come crawling back to the fires . 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙪𝙜𝙡𝙮 ? we are all bound in sin and spite at the end , there is no freedom from that tar - black creature lingering over our shoulders / that rotting thing that hides in the space between our lungs , a decay of human - soul so putrid that it makes god herself weep at the pulpit . * when i fell from heaven it was not beautiful . i was no visage , no museum’s divine painting ; i was blood and ash and dirt and tears . i was unmade only to be stitched back together again , a halo splintered & used as knives to tear apart my skin . 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 , 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 so will you still judge me for what i appear to be , and not for the divinity that i weep to clean from my hallowed bones ? he remains still , silent , a golden - eyed mirage of unholy paradoxes . fingertips extend , limp / tired , * 𝙞 𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚 , 𝙞 𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚 , 𝙞 𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚 . ❝ what is it you want to do to me , exactly ? i’ve done nothing to you . ❞ // @sylphanide
Whatever arrives from the shadows you must greet as a blessing.
Margaret Atwood, from “The Year of the Flood,” published c. 2009 (via violentwavesofemotion)
ii . michael
❛ you’d think after years of being together , you’d bother to know me better. ❜ frustration etched ‘pon the scourge’s features , snapping his laptop shut & rising to his feet , pacing near the edge of their shared bed. by all accounts , this outpost should not’ve survived this long , the rules were clear. they were meant to fester & implode from within , allowing the feral cannibals outside to invade & finish off the rest. but here they were , over a year later , more or less in one piece. annoyance curdled beneath his flesh , digging into his marrow , allowing himself to be gently pulled back toward where einar sat. turning ‘pon his heel , michael’s fingertips smoothed lazily through the ends of the man’s knotted tresses , rolling his eyes with a soft huff.
❛ of course i’m not worried. i don’t care who lives or dies in this pit. if anything , they should’ve all died months ago , that’s the problem. ❜ skin blistered / frayed , supple & warm beneath the lingering breath of his demonic companion , stomach comfortably tied in knots as he was pulled forward roughly , swinging his leg over to straddle the other man’s lap. knees dug into the mattress beneath the two of them , smoothing his palms up along einar’s shoulders , cupping his neck in long fingers as the pad of his thumb glided along the jut of his jaw , capturing his chin in his grip. michael’s lips parted , tilting his head lazily as he rolled his hips forward , pleased by the noise he dragged from the depths of his companion’s throat. ❛ well , aren’t you needy today .. ❜
𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 the blood in my veins , every holy & impure thing come together as one being . 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 . melancholic lovers ; venus & ares with intertwined fingers as the world crumbles and collapses ---- fallen to it’s knees ( they all bow before you , but i was the first to lay myself at your feet ; overwhelmed , drowning , lost in the depths of your love ) 𝐢'𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 , 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 a devotion so deep it cracks the mantle of the earth / molten & pouring free , a love as vast as all the oceans poured into the gaping wound in my chest . * the salt stings , but it is a worthy sacrifice to be put on the altar before you . ours is the kind of love that lasts a thousand lifetimes ---- maybe somewhere far away they will remember us , they will tell stories of us ; how a demon with halos for eyes waited 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 & 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 & 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 for the harbinger of the end to arrive . * starried / angel visage , my lover divine , do you see how even the moon & the stars move for you and you alone ? ❝ i’d like to think i know you pretty well . ❞
𝙞'𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 that inbetween all of the noise , all of the brimstone & ash staining my skin , that between the pain & sheared wings i saw a glimpse of a future that shined like golden lights ; that i saw the sunlight on your hair in the early morning , that i noticed the color of your eyes as the stars start to fade from the sky , that a deep & unknown part of me has always known you were on your way . ❝ don’t . they’ll fall too , even if i have to break them down with my bare hands for you . ❞ fingertips find home against the flesh of his thighs , a hand slowly snaking up his back , digits pressing into the divot of his lower back . head tips , lips lingering against the skin of his neck . 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 for you to recall each place that i love you / a map to follow each inch of skin that i have spent hours worshiping . * i am ruined , what am i to you ? a sharp inhale , quiet moans trapped in the depths of his chest , hand digging into the skin of his hip , jerking him forward further as he continues to kiss down against his chest ---- as if searching for the beat of his heart ❝ i always need you . ❞ he turns , lifting michael until he can lay him down against the bed / finding a place between his legs , leaning down to catch his bottom lip in a kiss . * a moment of tenderness , pouring every ounce of loving devotion into him , fingertips brushing back his hair ; a bump of their foreheads & a quieted exhale .
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 ground , salted / a declaration of consummation : be thine body , thine soul , thine heart . * there stands a woman at the edge of it all , the precipice of destruction itself , with blonde hair & tilted melancholy . ( 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 , 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣 ? ) will you erupt in blue flame / in brimstone & the hottest fires of hell ? will your smoke be the pure white veil , or will you solidify your death in the charcoal hued sin ? 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 , 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 i am a ghost of divinity , god’s grace left deep in the marrow of my bones ---- lingering where it can no longer be scrubbed clean / i am a halo so broken the pieces are dust , wings torn until they are nothing but memory . but to you i am only this : demon , hell bringer , 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙢 . ( when the divine have been unholy / unclean for so long that there is nothing left but memories buried beneath eons long agony ) ❝ aren’t you at least going to tell me your name ? ❞ smoke unfurls slowly , a cigarette left burning until it turns to ash ---- may it burn until it takes the whole world with it . it seems quiet here , aching , drenched in a strange sort of magic ; borrowed or gifted , history has bothered itself to forget . a step is taken forward , head tilted idly as the silence churns like storm - water . ❝ do you already know who i am ? i don’t see why we can’t be friends . ❞ // @killerot
Dragging along, following your form Hung like the pelt of some prey you had worn Remember me love, when I’m reborn As a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐃 , 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐓 like sin , like decay / filling his lungs , a bitter aftertaste on the tip of his tongue . ( A RUINATION , A CRUMBLING PILLAR , ANCIENT MARBLE STAINED BY THE BLOOD OF MORTAL MEN ) all gone , all little more than dust ---- than ash scattered by winds haunted by radiation & fallout . * 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙜𝙡𝙮 - 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙙 & 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙪𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 . even god turns to a pillar of salt upon this scorched earth , all his angles with cracked halos & bloodied wings / feet raw from wandering , searching for divinity stolen . hidden in mouths / that glowing light , stashed behind the molars of demons that seek to feel the burning grace of heaven one last time . ( now you’ll see what it’s like to be me / divine violence , a bright darkness , something like the jagged edge of shattered glass ---- broken long ago ) 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙢 - 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙧 , 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙮 ? eyes wander lazily across michael , drowning out the noise outside ; their souls fester & decay , they are unholy screams , begging for forgiveness that falls on deafened ears . his fingertips trace slowly against his side , hitching up the edge of his shirt , seeking the warmth of his skin / face ducking to press against his abdomen , inhaling softly . ❝ you’re distracted , don’t tell me you’re worried about this outpost . ❞ lips skim over cloth , a kiss left lingering , nose tucked against his warmth . a flash of his eyes / the ghost of fires that have burned for thousands of years . free hand grabs his other hip idly , tugging michael down towards his lap . ❝ pay attention to me for awhile . ❞ // @vilemade
I want to be engulfed in you,
Yves Bonnefoy, tr. by Anthony Rudolf, from The Selected Poems; “The Salamander,” (via violentwavesofemotion)