Woke up this morning and was not awoken to the sound of my villainous love tinkering in their workshop smh
You’re forced to work with your enemy, you both are the best detectives and as such, only you two can crack the case. But that sense of hatred towards them is soon shortlived. Do you succumb to your feelings or do you continue your show? This is them represented by photos
Halloween Series: Supernatural Creatures 🕸🐾A Succubus (meaning ‘To Lie Beneath’) were female demons or supernatural entities in folklore, that would appear in dreams to seduce men, usually through sexual activity. In medieval European lore, they appeared to men in the night and seduced them into sexual encounters. Celibate monks seemed to be especially prone to such attacks, often blaming a Succubus for their lustful thoughts or sexual dreams. They had the ability to suck the life force of men, leaving them exhausted or even killing them. In modern representations, a succubus is often depicted as a beautiful seductress or enchantress, rather than as demonic or frightening.
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I’m thinking of doing a series of medical-styled drawings that explain various fictional diseases, first up is Hanahaki Disease.
The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals.
I deserve a dark haired villain who’s morbidly grey but is secretly a softie and a huge dork
As a detective, you must investigate many peculiar cases. But what happens when you stumble upon a case of a person you despise- a person who stole your heart. Together with your enemy, you both venture in finding they who crushed your heart, but will you find them before you fall for your enemy? This is your journey
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Cause if i can help someone atleast I won’t have died in vain
This is so important, you all don’t even understand.
If you are reading this and feel like no on is on your side, I am. I will always be on your side. I will not be against you. I will stand by you.
Because your life fucking matters. Don’t you dare think it doesn’t.
Reblogging to save lives!!!!!!!
i have tried to be better than them, and i have failed.
what could i become if i stopped worrying about death, about pain, about anything? if i stopped trying to belong?
instead of being afraid, i could become something to fear.
-jude duarte, the cruel prince by holly black
OHMYGODS I’M IN LOVE
Halloween Series: Supernatural Creatures 🕸🐾Vampires are creatures from folklore that subsists by feeding on the vital essence (generally in the form of blood) of the living. In European folklore, vampires are undead creatures that often visited loved ones and caused mischief or deaths in the neighbourhoods they inhabited while they were alive. They wore shrouds and were often described as bloated and of ruddy or dark countenance, markedly different from today’s gaunt, pale vampire which dates from the early 19th century. Vampires are often considered powerful undead in stories and folklore, due to their variety of abilities, and their near-indestructibility. They tend to be extremely difficult to kill. There are a few variations on how Vampires come to be, depending on the folklore of the region in question. In more recent lore, vampires are created when a vampire bites and/or gives a human their blood which turns them into a subordinate vampire, sometimes known as a Thrall.
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what do y’all think would have been the marauders favourite subject if they went to like muggle school?
Sirius- I definitely think art. He’d love expressing himself and would chase the others with paint covered hands.
James- I feel like he’d love music. He would do amazing at the guitar and drums. He’d annoy Lily by chasing her around and singing ballads.
Remus- I feel like its Literature or History. He’s a guy who appreciates the finer things, and he definitely loves to know how things work.
Lily- Physics and Chemistry. My girl would excellent at those experiments. She’d be a natural chemist and she’d top her class
since i just got an anon ask me what my amortentia would smell like, i'm wondering what all my friends' responses would be!
So friend - what are the smells in YOUR amortentia?
okay, how cute is this?
mine are homemade bread right out of the oven, burning leaves, and sugared strawberries
i’m just going to make this into a tag game and tag some mutuals, because i love this!! no pressure: @elder-millenial-trash @kiwiwhorez @dead-gay-wizards @rory-byanyothername @theresthesnitch @little-shit-soph @trouvailleamor @chaoticregulusstan and anyone else who wants to :)
And maybe I am a terrific heroine, but I’d much rather be liquid evil that waters your very foundation
-your darkness within, E.M
“I would rather die of passion than of boredom”
- Van Gough
The Very Secret Diary of Miss Tatiana Lightwood
Dear Diary, I am inconsolable. As planned, I importuned Papa to beg him for mercy. It was my last-ditch attempt to be permitted to stay home tonight rather than to attend the ball at the Institute. It was a bad plan, I recognize now. He was in his private study, and he hates to be interrupted there; when I came in he had only an unfriendly look for me, and I should have retreated right then. Lessons learned, I suppose.
The upshot is that I, quote, must, unquote, attend the ball at the Institute tonight, as—so I am told—the Name of the Lightwoods depends upon it. I told him that if Gabriel attended — as Gideon has abandoned us for Spain — this would surely be enough to show the Lightwood flag. But he only shook his head, muttered something about how “tongues would wag,” and waved me away. I suggested that I could be reported to be unable to attend due to temporary illness of a non-specified womanly nature. For that suggestion I was cast out of the study immediately, of course.
The name of the Lightwoods! What care I for the name of the Lightwoods? What good has the name of the Lightwoods ever done for me? My only purpose in life, after all, is meant to be to find a better last name to replace it with. And what a grand entrance I will make at this party towards that purpose, attending the ball on the arms of my disgusting brothers, my escorts of last resort.
Not that I will find any sympathy in this house. Gabriel seems perfectly happy to attend the ball without escorting any lady besides his sister. He does not understand, being soft of brain and even softer of heart, that the favor of our father is bestowed easily, carelessly, upon him, because he is a boy, whereas I must work ten times as hard for less than one-tenth the approval. By the Angel…Gideon abandoned the family to drink wine and sun himself in Spain, and Papa still treats him better than me. His travel year! As though it is some unbreachable commandment handed down by Raziel himself. It is tradition and tradition is happily broken for the sake of family. We need Gideon here—Papa needs Gideon here. I will never forgive him for having left us, the great lummox.
Gabriel, of course, only grows worse in the absence of his personal hero Hideous Gideon. He wishes to be taken seriously now and so he acts like Father, and it is like watching a dog try to walk on its hind legs. An embarrassment of pomposity and egomania the like of which is, I daresay, a black mark on the Lightwood name far worse than any harm I could do by staying home from a party.
I go now to dress for the ball, weighed down by the burden of my fate.
Dear Diary, I know I am not in the habit of writing more than once in a day but I had to take you up immediately upon returning from the party because a miracle has occurred. I have met a boy—no, a man, a wonderful man. His name is Rupert Blackthorn — though he is not one of the tedious Blackthorns from the Cornwall Institute. He usually lives in Leeds, but he is here visiting family friends. He is the most beautiful man ever to have lived. His hair is deep black as midnight, and his eyes are emerald orbs that gaze into one’s soul. Every girl in the Institute was watching him, hoping he would give them a dance, and he came right to me, without hesitation, and smiled at me and asked me. And I danced with him and it was glorious. Even better yet, he had no interest in anyone at the party but me. I do believe he even gave Gabriel the cut direct when Gabriel tried to start talking about himself, at one point. I am not entirely sure; it was quite loud and he might only not have heard. But I choose to believe it was a deliberate snub. From the most desirable boy in the whole detestable building.
When I wrote earlier I was the lowest of the low in this house, but now I am raised up triumphant. I danced with a beautiful dark-haired man who said my name as though it were poetry. The name of the Lightwoods indeed! Take that, Will Herondale!
You’ve escaped your wedding, your kingdom in uproar. You find yourself at the old cottage- your mother’s home. But it surprises you to see her, alive and well, your enemy by her side. Would you stay or go?
When I have a bad day, I imagine myself as the sinister villain in a victorian goth romance who isn’t really the villain but just misunderstood
Stop infantilizing Wylan Van Eck.
He is gay.
He is dyslekic.
He is not six years old. He is not soft. He makes bombs that have killed dozens of people. He is the mini Kaz Brekker. Shut up. Get some help, and stop treating all gay/disabled men like children.
Halloween Series: Goddesses of Death & Magic 💀✨Kalma was the goddess of death and decay in Finnish mythology with her name meaning ‘The Stench of Corpses.’ Her favourite places to linger were graveyards and cemeteries; in fact, one Finnish word for graveyard is ‘kalmisto’ which is derived from her name. Some sources stated that she could move much like a puff of smoke. Kalma lived in the Finnish underworld called Tuonela, and was the daughter of Tuoni (king and god of the underworld) and Tuonetar (queen & goddess of death). She was accompanied and protected by Surma, a dog-like monster who guarded the gates of Tuonela. She also had four sisters: Loviatar (goddess of plagues), Kipu-tyttö (goddess of illness), Kivutar (goddess of suffering) and Vammatar (goddess of disease).
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