a cathedral of almost - lovers,

𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 ( 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐀𝐑 ) 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩.

[vulpesjail]

at this point,   i don’t know if i want to wait for the support to actually do shit or if i want to move to a whole new blog   ☹️

[vulpesjail]

since i’m sick and tired of waiting for some sort of miracle,   THIS BLOG WILL BE ARCHIVED   /   DELETED SOON   !   the new blog can be found at @vulpesse   (   same url so it’s easy to find   )   and this is where i will continue and reply to all my drafts   🥺   i will be slowly following everyone again so   ,,,   if you’d like to continue this lil’adventure together,   maybe gib a follow to the new blog   ?   that would make me very happy   !!!

[vulpesjail]

at this point,   i don’t know if i want to wait for the support to actually do shit or if i want to move to a whole new blog   ☹️

[vulpesjail]

since i’m sick and tired of waiting for some sort of miracle,   THIS BLOG WILL BE ARCHIVED   /   DELETED SOON   !   the new blog can be found at @vulpesse   (   same url so it’s easy to find   )   and this is where i will continue and reply to all my drafts   🥺   i will be slowly following everyone again so   ,,,   if you’d like to continue this lil’adventure together,   maybe gib a follow to the new blog   ?   that would make me very happy   !!!

[vulpesjail]

at this point,   i don’t know if i want to wait for the support to actually do shit or if i want to move to a whole new blog   ☹️

[vulpesjail]

since i’m sick and tired of waiting for some sort of miracle,   THIS BLOG WILL BE ARCHIVED   /   DELETED SOON   !   the new blog can be found at @vulpesse   (   same url so it’s easy to find   )   and this is where i will continue and reply to all my drafts   🥺   i will be slowly following everyone again so   ,,,   if you’d like to continue this lil’adventure together,   maybe gib a follow to the new blog   ?   that would make me very happy   !!!

[vulpesjail]

... was i really released from jail now   :)

[vulpesjail]

at this point,   i don’t know if i want to wait for the support to actually do shit or if i want to move to a whole new blog   ☹️

[vulpesjail]

since i’m sick and tired of waiting for some sort of miracle,   THIS BLOG WILL BE ARCHIVED   /   DELETED SOON   !   the new blog can be found at @vulpesse   (   same url so it’s easy to find   )   and this is where i will continue and reply to all my drafts   🥺   i will be slowly following everyone again so   ,,,   if you’d like to continue this lil’adventure together,   maybe gib a follow to the new blog   ?   that would make me very happy   !!!

[vulpesjail]

at this point,   i don’t know if i want to wait for the support to actually do shit or if i want to move to a whole new blog   ☹️

[vulpesjail]

me, shoving my hand past the bars of my jail prison to lovingly touch the faces of all my mutuals … i love u all so much and i miss u :(

[vulpesjail]

GRRRRRR LET ME OOOOOUUUUUTTTTTTTT

[vulpesjail]

since i’m still in jail,   i guess it’s time to focus on my to - read list and make some progress on there   !   i think i will post an inbox call tomorrow   ?   even if i’m not even sure if i can send asks to people omg this is so frustrating i want to yell   😭   pls don’t forget me i will be back pleaseeeeee   😭😭😭

[vulpesjail]

rattles   my   cage   !!!   LET   ME   OOOOOOOOUUUUUUUTTTTTTTT

[vulpesjail]

not this dumb ass site flagging me for no reasons as soon as i post my promo omgggg

[vulpesjail]

thinking about a specific dbd verse ( rather than using my main one ) and i believe that it would be really neat if ahri was one of the very few gisaeng still performing in private houses. this life of servitude is everything that she has ever known, for this is where she was born and where she has lived her entire life ; performing is everything that mattered and she actually did her best to succeed so that those around her could be proud, so that she could receive some semblance of love ( no matter how fake it was ) . in the end, she becomes famous for her portrayal of a gumiho and this recital attracts people from all over the world: everyone wants to see the beautiful girl capable of sewing together girlhood and beasthood.

but there is nothing healthy about the environment in which she is, there is nothing healthy about the dreams and promises that she whispers against her clients’ ears in pursuance of forcing them to invest more and more money in the house. eventually, a client rendered mad by desire and jealousy stabs her to death… but death does not come and just before she is about to exhale her last breathe, a thick fog surrounds her blemished, beaten body. when she wakes up, her body has changed — the entity has gifted them with the same abilities and beastly features of the legendary creature that she had masqueraded as for the longest time. and it is then, that ahri hears the voice of the entity within her mind: it is time to stop being a prey, it is time to be a predator.

[voidincinema]

Spring summer fall winter and spring

dir.Kim ki-duk

[vulpesjail]

jtaeju​:

“    Don’t    you    have    some    place    to    be    ?    ”

𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄,   to hone the rather singular ability that allowed her to thoroughly and perpetually disregard any discourteous comment directed to her.   it is thus not surprising that his bitter words elicit naught but the most honeyed of girlish titters out of her throat:   lashes flutter,   curvature of tiers curl upwards and she raises and drops her shoulders in an obnoxiously theatrical performance.   ❝   today is your lucky day   !   my agenda is as empty as my stomach,   so i can   BLESS   you with my presence for as long as i desire.   ❞

[vulpesjail]

[   𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄   ・   𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨     ⇥   @luminescenc1e​   !   ♡   ]

❛ i’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜ from morticia addams (: 

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓.   the lone creature had searched for it beneath the soft bark of trees as ancient as the world itself,   ‘pon the surface of tempestuous clouds whilst the thunders tore the dusk - wrought obscurity asunder,   𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥   (   a trial by teeth,   a consumption of the self     ⸻     a   𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻   that leads to new genesis in a perpetual cycle of life and death   )   .   however,   such existential freedom had never been found,   for it could not be bestowed ‘pon those beings shackled by needs and urges,   by appetites deemed unholy even by the most unforgiving of the gods above:   her pursuit had thus been fruitless,   her hopes had wilted and festered until naught but poisonous miasma was all that was left.

and yet,   for the first time,   her violent nature is not frowned ‘pon.   the words that tickle hound - like audits are not to reprimand her repugnant demeanor,   nor are they drenched in holy water and embellished with the sanctified relics of long forgotten martyrs and pariahs   ;   𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗔 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗦 𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗨𝗘,   a language made of saccharine chortles and grotesque howls in equal measure,   a language that is capable of painting the world in the darkest blacks and the brightest whites at the same time.   the she - fox perks up,   poise losing the sulk that had been weighing heavily ‘pon her lithe shoulders and acquiring a new sort of puerile glee,   a lighter mien that wastes no time before molding her doll - like features into an expressionism of anticipation and mirth.   ❝   murder   ?   ❞   parrots almost unconsciously the vixen,   the cup of porcelain in her hands discarded and she comes to perilously lean on the edge of her seat,   as if frightened by the remote possibility that her interlocutor was merely taunting her.   ❝   does it mean that you would   𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙋   me with it   ?   i’ve been careless lately and my killings are usually really messy and thus easy to recognize...   but if you helped me,   then i think that we could do this without worrying about being stopped nor discovered.   ❞

not even a child on christmas’ eve could have compared with the all - devouring delight that the nine tailed creature is currently experiencing   (   𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀,   it would have been a merciful death   )   . 

[neoyorzapoteca]

Anne Waldman, from “Fast Talking Woman”

[vulpesjail]

[   𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄   ・   𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨     ⇥   @sovrenyi​   !   ♡   ]

❛ we’re not so different after all. ❜

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒,   will she wilt alongside the strawberry bushes and the lilies of the valley   ?   Will she also lay herself bare,   all skin and bones and   𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘀,   so that the voracious maw of wintertide may make a feast out of her   ?   He speaks of similarities but she sees none:   ‘pon the palms of his blemished hands,   he holds hope and terror in equal measure,   for he is both the messiah and the malefactor   ;   ‘pon the palms of her hands,   she holds the crooked and chewed bones of almost - lovers and fallen heroes,   for she may only be what fate has cursed her to be     /     𝘈 𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙,   𝘈 𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙,   𝘼 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍   .

Fur - coated appendages amuse themselves with languid motions,   a speckle of brilliant whites in the dimly lit atmosphere of his office   ;   those quivering candles will burn out soon,   a part of her wants to mention,   but no sound is made     ⸻     if she spoke now,   she would have to also address his previous utterance and she is not yet ready for veracity and fairness.   And thus the she - fox lethargically lingers 'pon the cushiony comfort of the couch,   𝗔 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗬 𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗟 𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗦𝗧 𝗪𝗢𝗢𝗟 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗩𝗘𝗧𝗦,   warmth - kissed cheek cradled in one hand and golden gaze loyally settled ‘pon him.   It would be easy to lie,   it would be easy to redirect their conversation towards topics and matters more congenital to her mischievous nature as a   𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧   but even a heart as sullen and overripe as her own knows that he deserves better than honeyed nothings whispered against his ears   (   there is not much that she can offer him as comfort,   for her mother tongue speaks in cruelty and carnage and she was never taught that she   too   could be tender and benignant to another   )   .    

A mellow purr thunders across her breastbone whilst the vulpine creature nuzzles against the softness of an obnoxiously decorated pillow.   ❝   And what makes you say that   ?   You are so much more than I will ever be,   I could never carry the burden that you have ‘pon your shoulders.   If it were for me,   I would have   𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙   them all already for disrespecting you over and over and over again.   ❞   Unsurprising,   a creature borne and fostered in blood will always return to it.   A girlish titter comes,   preceding the infantile taunt dripping from the edge of her malicious tongue like honey drops.   ❝   But I suppose that we do have some things in common.   For example,   we are undoubtedly the best looking pair in the whole nation and I believe it’s time that everyone acknowledges our beauteous superiority.   ❞