at satan's door

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[the-write-ideas]

You've got one sentence to make my character absolutely speechless! Go!

By any means necessary!

[notyourbubba-blog]

catoptric tristesse

n. the sadness that you’ll never really know what other people think of you, whether good, bad or if at all—that although we reflect on each other with the sharpness of a mirror, the true picture of how we’re coming off somehow reaches us softened and distorted, as if each mirror was preoccupied with twisting around, desperately trying to look itself in the eye.

[elegantscumbag]

send me a ☮ for a graphic of your muse’s aesthetic // voodoopriince

[notyourbubba-blog]

what  BDSM really stands for

Bubba, Diabando, Starbuck, Mudguts.

[rigorrmortis-blog]

Send me a ☮ for a graphic of your muse’s aesthetic. voodoopriince

[bai-xue]

Part of an exchange with voodoopriince of his character Tal <3 <3 <3

[voodoopriince-blog]

SCREAMING OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, HE IS SO PERFECT, YOU DID SUCH AN AMAZING JOB ;A; THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

[wantmyhandback]

voodoopriince

[voodoopriince-blog]

just straight up

friend, speaking at a reasonable volume: So I heard you like OC's

me, screaming: I'M ALWAYS A SLUT FOR TALON BOONE

[bai-xue]

[voodoopriince-blog]

bai-xue88:

Part of an exchange with voodoopriince of his character Tal <3 <3 <3

SCREAMING OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, HE IS SO PERFECT, YOU DID SUCH AN AMAZING JOB ;A; THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

[voodoopriince-blog]

bulletfarming:

Put ♤ in my inbox with a question about my character, and their father will answer it.

[wantmyhandback]

voodoopriince

[voodoopriince-blog]

Two names meme: Mudguts and Cundalini

Which one is better looking: Mudguts tbh ><Which one is smarter: Uh. I’d have to say CundaliniWhich one is nicer: Mudguts probablyWhich one is braver: CundaliniWhich one is more likely to be successful: CundaliniWhich one mine would rather hire to work for them: MudgutsWhich one mine would prefer to marry: MudgutsWhich one mine cares more about: They’re evenWhich one mine could more easily take in a fight: CundaliniWhich one mine envies more: Both, rather evenly.

[wantmyhandback]

*Randomly attempts to make one of those aesthetic thingies*

[bulletfarming]

Gotta go fast 

Layout, icons, and gorgeous promo image courtesy of the amazing voodoopriince! Thank you :D

(Brought to you by the weirdo responsible for bulletfarming and the-people-eater)

[voodoopriince-blog]

johnnytheboyo:

“Alright then,” Johnny said with a crooked grin, feeling excitement bubbling in him. Being led about by the scarf was always a double-edge sword, being both a bit annoying and sexy for the its demeaning qualities. He didn’t waste time bending down to crawl inside, taking his boots off right away to leave near the flap.  He sat on Tal’s bedroll, leaning back on his hands and smirking.

When Johnny crawled into the tent, Tal waited a moment before crawling in after him and putting his own boots next to Johnny’s before he immediately crawls onto Johnny’s lap. He gently pushes on the man’s chest. “Be good for me, eh?” The younger man asks before completely untying Johnny’s scarf and pulling it off his neck. “I’ll be sure to treat you right.”

Without hesitating, he just sort of drapes the scarf over Johnny’s eyes. “Move your hands to behind your head, don’t move them until I say.”

[rigorrmortis-blog]

Send me a ☮ for a graphic of your muse’s aesthetic. voodoopriince

[johnnyssilverhand]

Hozier sentence meme

❛ Honey, please, try to love me. ❜

❛ I called your name ‘til the fever broke. ❜

❛ Don’t you ever tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash. ❜ 

❛ It looks ugly, but it’s clean. ❜

❛ Babe, there’s something tragic about you. ❜

❛ Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know. ❜

❛ But I want it, it’s a crime that she’s not around most of the time. ❜

❛ Her fight and fury is fiery, oh but she loves like sleep to the freezing. ❜

❛ I prayed my mind be good to me. ❜

❛ With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean, she’s the angel of small death and the codeine scene. ❜

❛ It’s bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet. ❜

❛ So tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes, no better version of me I could pretend to be tonight. ❜

❛ Would things be easier if there was a right way? Honey, there is no right way. ❜

❛ I fall in love just a little, oh a little bit every day with someone new. ❜

❛ My lover’s got humor, she’s the giggle at a funeral. ❜

❛ There’s an art to life’s distractions. ❜

❛ I raised a stone to end his pain. ❜

❛ When I was a child, I heard voices… Some would sing and some would scream. ❜

❛ Cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done, I need to be youthfully felt ‘cause, God, I never felt young. ❜

❛ I turned and ran to save a life I didn’t have. ❜

❛ But my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake. ❜

❛ I wake at the first cringe of morning, and my heart’s already sinned. ❜

❛ Always a well dressed fraud, who wouldn’t spare the rod. Never for me. ❜

❛ I was born sick, but I love it. Command me to be well. ❜

❛ Freshly disowned in some frozen devotion, no more alone or myself could I be. ❜

❛ I clutched my life, and wished it kept. My dearest love, I’m not done yet. ❜

❛ No shortage of sordid, no protest from me. ❜

❛ I have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me. ❜

❛ Two corpses we were, two corpses I saw. ❜

❛ All that I’ve been taught, and every word I’ve got, is foreign to me. ❜

❛ I have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me. ❜

❛ You’ve done me wrong for a long, long time. But after all you’ve done I never changed my mind. ❜

❛ Honey, you know that’s my love bursting loud from inside. ❜

❛ I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. ❜

❛ The purest expression of grief. ❜

❛ Lord, it’d be great to find a place we could escape sometime. ❜

❛ Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword. ❜

❛ I found something in the woods somewhere. ❜

❛ Babe, there’s something broken about this, but I might be hoping about this. ❜