L U M I N O U S

[wcstenra]

THESE VIOLENT DELIGHTS HAVE VIOLENT ENDS.

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THESE VIOLENT DELIGHTS HAVE VIOLENT ENDS.

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Winona Ryder

[mitchellwrites]

deathless ♚ sentence meme

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

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overyourhubris:

Every hour wounds. The last one kills.

Even nothing cannot last forever.

That’s when I miss you most. When you’re here. When you aren’t here, when you’re just a ghost of the past or a dream from another life, it’s easier then.

There’s never been a true war that wasn’t fought between two sets of people who were certain they were in the right.

I can believe things that are true and things that aren’t true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they’re true or not.

There’s none so blind as those who will not listen.

I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you’re alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.

As sure as water’s wet and days are long and a friend will always disappoint you in the end.

I think I would rather be a man than a god.

We just keep going anyhow. It’s what we do.

Don’t start anything you’re not prepared to finish.

You are an analog girl, living in a digital world.

I want to be alive again. Not in this half-life. I want to be really alive.

It’s weird, you don’t think you can feel it, the blood, but believe me, when it stops flowing, you’ll know.

I want to feel my heart pumping in my chest again.

You know why dead people only go out at night? Because it’s easier to pass for real, in the dark.

I believe that anyone who claims to know what’s going on will lie about the little things too.

They might be dirty, and cheap, and their food might taste like shit, but at least they didn’t speak in clichés.

All your questions can be answered, if that is what you want. But once you learn your answers, you can never unlearn them.

Names come and names go.

You’re a God?

I guess it’s just another one of life’s little mysteries.

I’m tired of mysteries.

I’ll be your puppy. What do you want me to do? Chew your slippers? Piss on the kitchen floor? Lick your nose? Sniff your crotch? I bet there’s nothing a puppy can do that I can’t do!

You shine like a beacon in a dark world.

So, how’s death?

Babes. You’re dead.

If Hell is other people, then purgatory is airports.

I think I have heard of her. Isn’t she the one who killed her children?

You got to understand the god thing. It’s not magic.

Fuck you. Fuck you and fuck your mother and fuck the fucking horse you fucking rode in on.

You will not even die in battle.

You will die with a kiss on your lips and a lie in your heart.

The important thing to understand about American history is that it is fictional, a charcoal-sketched simplicity for the children, or the easily bored.

You’re fucked up, Mister. But you’re cool.

I believe that’s what they call the human condition.

I could be blindfolded and dropped into the deepest ocean and I would know where to find you.

You are the only thing I have left, the only thing that isn’t bleak and flat and gray.

I could be buried a hundred miles underground and I would know where you are.

You are the nearest thing I have to life.

They are aware of us, they fear us, and they hate us.

I’m a culture hero.

It’s easier to kill people when you’re dead yourself. I mean, it’s not such a big deal. You’re not so prejudiced any more.

It’s not what I’d want for at my funeral. When I die, I just want them to plant me somewhere warm. And then when the pretty women walk over my grave I would grab their ankles, like in that movie.

You’re walking on gallows ground and there’s a rope around your neck.

A man’s fortune is his own affair.

Gee-word?

They all do the same things. They may think their sins are original, but for the most part they are petty and repetitive.

The joy’s gone out of me like the pee from a small boy in a swimming pool on a hot day.

There are accounts that, if we open our hearts to them, will cut us too deeply.

Goodbyes are overrated.

It’s easy, there’s a trick to it, you do it or you die.

This isn’t about what is. It’s about what people think is.

You can always cheat an honest man, but it takes more work.

What makes you think I’m giving you a ride?

It’s all imaginary anyway.

Mostly you are what they think you are.

If you can’t eat it, drink it, smoke it, or snort it… then fuck it!

Tell me, as a pagan, who do you worship?

Organizing gods is like herding cats into straight lines. They don’t take naturally to it.

You should know that if we do fucking kill you, the we’ll just delete you. You got that? One click and then you’re overwriten with random ones and zeros. Undelete is not an option.

You are so full of shit. It’s a wonder your eyes don’t turn brown.

Information and knowledge: two currencies that have never gone out of style.

People populate the darkness; with ghosts, with gods, with electrons, with tales.

Don’t knock the guys on death row.

You see, the outcome of the battle is unimportant. What matters is the chaos, and the slaughter.

Liberty is a bitch who must be bedded on a mattress of corpses.

He showed me a coin trick I don’t remember how to do, gave me some bruises, and claimed he was a leprechaun.

We do not always remember the things that do no credit to us.

Too much talking these days. Talk talk talk. This country would get along much better if people learned how to suffer in silence.

You musn’t be afraid of the dark.

I’m afraid of the people in the dark.

I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating.

Believe everything.

Only the gods are real.

[icapturetheperiodpieces]

Dracula (1992)

[bloodiisms-a]

SeverenXMina OTP

Art by @artofjellophish

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💋-Thigh *waggles eyebrows*

💋.  | selectively accepting

                         ( sharp inhalation indicates skin sensitivity as his lips GRAZE over smooth flesh. rosy flush that warmed her skin burns a more VIVID pink into high cheekbones. delicate features tilt to light, pearly teeth pressing into thin skin of full lower lip, trying her hardest to STOP her stomach from bunching into a knot. molten gaze finds his, long raven curls partially CONCEALING poorly restrained expression. throat is bare, violent scars evident even beneath heavy dark veil of hair. little fists bunch soft fabric as lips press together, REGARDING her companion. remark comes out whispered in a single BREATH. ) 

                         ‘ oh, you torture me, sev! ‘

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Send 💋+ a body part to kiss my muse there

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severen.

Stilled optics focus on the long stretch of road ahead, hand not daring to move from Mina’s burrowing cheek “For ya’ first kill of course.” his voice slightly wavered from the physical contact, affection foreign to his being in all of his life and un-life. Girls came and went, sex, kisses and touching all went hand in hand with his nature, but someone to try and break down his built defenses was another matter entirely; someone who actually cared about him scared his very essence.

Rage bubbles inside his chest as he pulls his hand away, vulnerability soon shattering in shards around him “Don’t cha think I know that!” he snaps never looking at her, not wanting to see the multiple emotions that surely would flicker across unguarded features. Hands grip the steering wheel with some force, the whites of his knuckles exposed beneath taught skin as he lets out a breathy sigh before curling his fist and  punching a hole in the driver’s side door; anger taking over his entire being.

Words are dared not spoken between them as he rolls the car to a complete stop, a VACANCY sign flashing the word over and over again; the neon light was blinding as he went to shield his sensitive eyes. Severen twists the key of the ignition as he doesn’t wait for Mina to follow, he was annoyed with himself and didn’t want to cause further harm which was unusual for his childish asshole like nature. Bells jingle as he opens the entrance to the  reception, an elderly male is carefully snoring away with a magazine covering his peepers “Ahem.” he grunted at the checker in until he couldn’t wait any longer for him to be acknowledged, copper bell is dinged multiple times in a vicious fashion before the senior woke up in a startled manner. Glossy paper falls from the man’s face as he embarrassingly straightens up on the desk chair “Excuse me, where are my manners?” he coughed a little until he continued to speak, Severen drums his fingernails on the counter irritated still “Welcome to the oasis, now would you two lovers like a 30 min room or would you like to stay the night?” If he wasn’t so angry, he wouldn’t have been able to stop laughing at the straight forward question. 

                         ( what elation she feels is RIPPED away as swiftly as it arrived. there it had been, a CRACK in the concrete, slight tremble of the voice from simple affection telling her more about him than his attitude ever had. an unprecedented TRIUMPH for her - she wanted to know him beyond carefully constructed façade. not for MALICIOUS purposes, but she knew there were stories, layers to a person beneath the image. for a moment she had believed, just for a SECOND, that he was the psychopath he delighted being; but singular instance AMPLIFIED a core vulnerable, unused to affection or perhaps love, something she could peel away little by little or he could show her when the time came. her gift was emotional sensitivity, STABILITY, &. with her unlife she vowed to be more dependable to him than she had ever been to anyone in life. severen was the last thing she could care about now that everything else was GONE - if anything she was more interested &. devoted to his vulnerability than any other aspect of her current state. ) 

                         ( it was clear, however, that she still had much to learn about her maker. tremor she heard was gone as quickly as his hand tore from hers. flaring temper is nearly met with EQUAL ire before realizing he would not respond well to HOT retaliation. so the only indication from silent being of her FLARED temper is perfectly curved arch of her brow, composure otherwise only tight. noting HOSTILITY, guarded features turned from her she dares not reassure him again. she is not AFRAID of him, his outburst minor if not a bit juvenile, but she not desire to know the full extent of his WRATH tonight. air is palpable for the rest of their relatively brief travel, fingers tracing along full bottom lip as elegant controlled VISAGE glances at him fleetingly. ) 

                         ( mina does not follow as he parks beneath VIVID sign. she watches him storm away before stretching out like a FELINE, taking her time to wipe away remaining crimson before hiding bloodstained silk &. grabbing her bag of necessities. moonlight vision strolls in silently several moments after her creator, tinkling of bells the only announcement of her presence. appearing as if from a DREAM she is suddenly beside severen, engaging smile while leaning on the counter as if she had always been there. she rather ADMIRED older generations, respected them, eyes expressing GENUINE sympathy to a man who should not be awake so late into the night. ) 

                         ( perhaps her maker was still mad - even at himself - but HUMOR could still be salvaged. light, welcoming laughter matching equally AMUSED smile, charade must be carried out despite ICE between them, loosely linking SUPPLE arm through his as the adoring sweetheart, jesting grin affirming FAUX guiltlessness to the old gentleman behind the counter. feminine flush prettily colors fine features a warm pink with lingering INNOCENT embarrassment. ) 

                         ‘ i think a night should be sufficient - am i correct, darling? ‘ 

                         ( attempts to ease TENSIONS she looked pointedly at her maker, a gaze unreadable to the human. tone is so carefully controlled, so easily SUNG traces of patient exasperation are hardly noticeable. sable hues meet sharp cerulean to VAINLY read any emotion besides his rage, easy statement in passing unable to conceal tolerance, RESTRAINT tensing lithe silhouette. )

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bloodiisms:

Dilapidated drivers settee’s springs dug into a scarred back “Ta’, ta’ what Mina?” he jested in a stuttering tone, in good nature he stops teasing “Ta’ feed? course I do.” he shrugs nonchalantly, unaffected by the anxiety his neophyte felt.

  Unfolding the top of his flannel pocket, he grips the loose cancer sticks before quickly placing one in his mouth, a plastic zippo located by the driver’s side door as he hovered the now sparked flame over the end of tobacco. Severen takes a puff as a breath of smoke escapes his lips; speaking around the cigarette he glances over at Mina “I’ll be fine, I'ma jus’ hunt later. That was more or less a demonstration on how ta’ kill, no time ta’ feed, the pigs will be on our asses because those fuckin’ meat sacks ran out.” irritation was evident on his features, he ran a calloused hand through his dark hair sighing whilst he placed the key in the ignition and gunned the engine.

Feelings of unease and panic settled inside his ribcage, he didn’t just have to worry about himself anymore he had a freshly made vampire under his wing and if the police showed during daylight, they were more than screwed.  Hand on the stick shift he jiggled it until it was placed in reverse, spinning out on the rocks he maneuvered  the sudden jerk of the wheels turning until they were on tarred roads; a low melody was hummed under his breath while dabbing the finished butt into the cup holder “Tell ya’ what, we’re gonna’ celebrate when all of this shit blows over. Wadda’ ya say?” he gives her hand a reassuring squeeze trying to gain her confidence in what he was doing.

                         ( bright flush burns pale cheeks, soft chuckle indicating SHEEPISHNESS. she felt invincible but evidently still had much to learn; his smooth nonchalance an attitude the girl could NEVER reproduce in their situation, though it was almost awful when she thought about it. moreso for her maker than his unfortunate victims - sheltered &. loved, mina couldn’t imagine his own EXPERIENCES to get him as he was now. he would never tell her, she suspected, but she was content as the CALM before the storm, embracing his rage with ceaseless patience. otherwise she would go mad with depression, lack of control over her new state, or both. ) 

                         ( presently she still silently FRETS over his lack of nutrition. this &. evident vexation in drawn features raises unspoken concern. always sensitive to emotion, she could tell it was more than authorities that bothered him. this she could empathize with; only a night before he had been ALONE, the responsibility curled beside him a faraway thought. it must have been infuriating for those men to escape when he already had to CARE for one as green as she, NAIVE to the world when introduced to true horror. she knows none of this is her fault but GUILT still twists a little more at her heart. ) 

                         ( as large vehicle peels out of the parking lot where a bar burned, pleasant SURPRISE relaxes tensed muscles with his hand gripping hers. this smile was full, GENUINE, crooked with hope. she may not know the extent of her weaknesses or the trouble they face as they leave their DESTRUCTION behind them with a squeal of tires, but there is reassurance to be found in rich dark hues nonetheless. ever optimistic, mina’s wholehearted belief alone would be enough to fuel her for a LIFETIME; she must be a rock, after all, or she would find herself adrift in a dark, bottomless ocean. laughter, louder this time, echoes in the confines of the vehicle like a peal of SILVER bells. ) 

                         ‘ a celebration? for what? ‘ 

                         ( teasing inquiry, good-natured as his tone was, sable glance SHINING as she studies him. the girl knows the shroud of DOUBT in his smile, initial worry bubbling when she sees it suppressed by immediate encouragement. murmured lilt floats from curled lips as she presses her cheek to the back of his hand, velvet CARESSING coarser surface. ) 

                         ‘ severen? we’re fine - we’re going to be fine. ‘ 

                         ( a statement, not a question - not to be refuted, brushed away, a matter-of-fact spoken so FIRMLY one could almost believe her. then there is a sudden SEVERITY to her tone entirely unlike her, again honest with emotion. it conflicts with soft MELODY, unnatural as the faint smears of blood she had missed in her preening. ) 

                         ‘ i’m not afraid. ‘

[talesofpassingtime]

Good God! it is very easy to be kind; the difficulty lies in being just.

Victor Hugo, Les Miserables 

(via talesofpassingtime)

[poetbitesback]

you’ll drown in thoughts of me, imagining the way  my mouth shapes words and my tongue wets these lips  in between soft sighs I’ll start a prayer with your name and you’ll moan out the amen the distance between us is far, but heaven is further so we will make holy right here, right here in the space where we inevitably come together

for the far away girl || O.L. (via poetbitesback)

[wiilhelmina-blog]

severen.

Incisive grin cements itself in place over a violent facade, Severen’s eyes slowly yet eagerly follow Mina’s slender fingers as she laps at the plasma in a captivating performance. Fawn hues watch as scarlet lips part and finally expresses thoughts behind the beauty “The lifeforce drainin’ from someone is the closest to heaven as ya’ll ever get.” his vocals were gruff, yet a yearning to caress her innermost  concepts was a grievous task. He is gripping chilled bottles of liquor as he tilts his head to the side, mesmerized by the sheer acceptance of consequence by following a stranger in the twilight; Mina readily sculls the sherry before graciously  hurling the spirit at the establishment wall as he himself slung alcohol at the plastered walls.

A flick of a flint wheel from the flip metal lighter leaves sparks in its wake, placing it near the edge of the spilt liquid flames soon burst towards the trail of hooch; the fire lapped up the sides of the bar while he covered his face from the burning heat. “Come on, we better go…too many witnesses on what happened.” he never once pretended that being a creature of the night had perks, rarely it did; a life on the run from cops was the main issue that they faced; especially when they raided their motel rooms during the daylight.  Gripping soft hands he drags her out with a slight amount of force, she could’ve easily stopped him if she wanted, but Mina was seemingly compliant and reliant on Severen to make the decisions in their unlifes.  

A rundown RV that the clan stole was parked out the back, flames leaped up and out of the exit as he pulled her away so she wouldn’t get scorched “Watch ya’ self.” protectiveness gripped his throat as he soon reluctantly lets her pale hands go.  Gravel crunched beneath leather boots as he hurriedly opened the motor homes door, ushering her inside while fumbling around in his pockets for the keys.

                         ( the sheer enormity of their crime was not fully realized at the present - perhaps later, as SUNRISE called for their slumber, mina would be weeping silently with magnanimous guilt, SHAME. adrenaline high from her cooling victim made the scene seem FANTASTICAL now even as her conscience cried out in moral agony. for the moment BASE instincts drove her actions, sweet smile spattered crimson; her creator has shown her the only pure euphoria allowed of the DAMNED so she trusts him implicitly to show her the world, her doubts about his methods lingering in the back of her mind. they had ETERNITY to know one another - she wanted to escape now, scrub red stickiness away, wash away her sins. ) 

                         ( eyes widen &. she stumbles backward as flames bloom EAGERLY along the bartop. pale hand flies to shield squinting gaze, SEARING warmth more acutely felt with heightened senses. a part of her wants to watch flesh crisp to ash, foundations crumble, HORRIFIC thoughts she immediately admonishes herself for conjuring. besides, severen was right; a BONFIRE this bright would attract unwanted attention. human thoughts of permanence, of SECURITY had been tearfully sealed in a box the night of her creation to be opened in another lifetime, NOMADIC lifestyle logical to their survival. it is why she does not struggle as her maker pulls her from the leaping flames behind her, will to live forcing the girl to abandon NAIVE desires. ) 

                         ( but she stops, just for a moment, to observe red flowers CREEPING up the walls, thick smoke obscuring moonlight. never has she looked more ETHEREAL, more dangerous than in raging firelight. raven-haired beauty of both worlds, queen of the dark domain. blood streaking her skin is as black as her eyes in the light, DESTRUCTION reflected in wide gaze. she glances at severen then &. the effect is gone as quickly as it had come; eager fledgling taking the place of plotting creature. ) 

                         ( warning is noted with GRATEFUL smile. saddle shoes sprayed with carmine liquid hurry into modest homestead, slipping into worn passenger seat with a sigh. ACRID scent of cigarette smoke old &. new clung to everything, yet since her inhabitance SUCCULENT perfume cut through. glance focuses from the fire to her reflection in the window, viewing herself for the first time. SHOCKING, surely, brows creasing smooth forehead, the weight of her DEED already sinking in. silk scarf is pulled away impatiently, jagged scars ignored as she begins to dab at the ICHOR staining her skin. turning away from appalling reflection gaze is affixed on severen, CONCERN so out of place with crackling fire beside them. ) 

                         ‘ don’t you need to ... to ... ? ‘ 

                         ( innocent vocabulary prevents proper articulation. she had seen him TORMENT, kill, but not feed, not as she did. mina had her fill, but she doubted a man with his BLOODLUST was sated now. further concern is gently stated aloud as she curls up in the seat, listless with quenched thirst. ) 

                         ‘ &. those men that ran - won’t they tell the police? ‘

[wiilhelmina-blog]

✿ = buying them flowers

send one. | accepting

                         ( light, girlish laughter matches pleasant confusion on BLUSHING features. a sweet gesture she greatly appreciates, mina accepts the fragrant bouquet admittedly with some hesitation. she knows not the OCCASION but perhaps there didn’t need to be one. dark gaze lowers as the slender curve of her pale throat leans in so she can inhale floral scent, visibly RELAXING. glance is returned shyly, dulcet tones reflecting genuine GRATITUDE. ) 

                         ‘ i ... thank you, they’re lovely. ‘

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