you will never be clean from sin. rotten children don't deserve heaven. there is no god who could give you your purity back. obx season two rafe cameron 𝘹 fem!oc ⓒ-ellaria

I exist, that is all and I find it nauseating. Post Sunrise on the Reaping Haymitch Abernathy © 2025 damedagger

I was almost something good. ORIGINAL HORROR.

Broken down and hungry for your love, with no way to feed it. Rafe Cameron / Outer Banks AU © deathproofed 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟧

Something smells rotten, and it's starting to spread. CRIMINAL MINDS, AARON HOTCHNER. 2025 © FEARCRIERS. COVER BY DANCEFEVERS.

Strange house we must keep and fill. House that eats, and pleads, and kills. ▍ AN ORIGINAL STORY ╱ historical romantic melodrama! Cape Iris was swathed in lilacs and lilies. A small land of pure fragrance. A honey scene of air soft dandelion tuffs encased by a large pool of Himalayan salt and ivory sand beaches. The Chevaliers ruled that place. (The Chevaliers ruled the world.) Whispers were harsh, tones full of lead at the mention of the Chevaliers wealth. They were gold emblemed, star-studded, but there was something about them. Something the world raised their necks, clearing the ears, eager to know. What do you know about the Chevaliers? Nothing. No one knows a thing. Some said the father had multiple wives. Some said the mother had a lobotomy. Some said the son had a drug problem. Some said the daughter murdered the Lowry boy. But everyone talks. So does money. And the Chevalier's had a lot of it. But no one could pay Killian Alcott, esteemed writer, enough to keep his fingers off the typewriter and his prying eyes away from the Chevalier's that dreaded Summer of 1954. But there was one Chevalier in particular that left an impression. Call it a mark. A wound within flesh. A narrowed confession only spoken between two. And that single impression doomed the Chevalier name. Isn't that the best part of a story? The tragedy. ❪ m!oc & m!oc ❫ ❪ f!oc & m!oc ❫ 𓊝 written by april PEARLJARS © 2024

Eat of me baby, skin to the bone. Percy Jackson & The Olympians ✷ / ©bIuebones

You can cover your body in flowers and lace but dead is dead and animals will always smell it.

Do I seem anxious to you? Do I seem backed into a corner? Luke Castellan AU / SwaIIowtail © 2024