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what if the sun fell in love with Icarus | for the very talented @gabriellightwood

maybe Apollo blazed infernos with the bitter sting of humiliation. singed off feathers one by one, thrust him into the frigid embrace of an ocean that would sooner kill than love back: a lesson to mortals who dare defy the gods. | [ x ]

#◜ verse iv. ◞ * ･ﾟ✧ * ━━━━━ write me on your wings & burn. icarus. #◜ aes. ◞ * ･ﾟ✧ * ━━━━━ i am make believe / this is an archive / it hurts to be a story. #( i wanna rp kurts icarus verse so bad 😔😔😔 #but this poem is so beautiful n tender im sobbing #‘moth bitten promises / gentle swan song’ OH GOAWD )

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MY    HANDS    HAVE    MADE    SOME    GOOD    MISTAKES .      THEY    CAN    ALWAYS    MAKE    BETTER    ONES .     

(  sel. & priv. kurt frank  of idv ;; semi - sel. &         priv. idv oc.     )

written by marsha            /               written by jen.

#idv rp #identity v rp #identity v #anime rp #video game rp #anime oc rp #self promo tbt * #◜ ooc. ◞ * ･ﾟ✧ * ━━━━━ saved.

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* mobile ;; like this post for a starter !!

#◜ ooc. ◞ * ･ﾟ✧ * ━━━━━ starter call. #( im mobile bound ;___; but when i. am back at my pc at home i’ll get to work! )

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coordinator-behamfil

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Yes.

Yes I do.

I love you.

THIS DOESNT  F E E L  LIKE LOVE

#( KEEP UR AHUHUHU #UR AKEKEKEKE #UR NASTY CACKLGING AWAY FROM ME DEMON SPAWN #u make my ASS itch ) #( im gonna fuck u up so bad w this rp reply. im gonna make u hurt like how u do me. ) #◜ ooc. ◞ * ･ﾟ✧ * ━━━━━ mun.

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“Now, do not misunderstand me; when I call myself a shell I mean–a used up bullet casing. As in, the aftermath of something lethal. As in, an echo of inflicted evil.”

— Amrita C.

#coordinatorbehamfil #( I KNO I SHOWED THSI TO U BEFORE TODAY BUT THIS JSUT #THIS FITS EXCEPTIONALLY WELL RN #OH GOD OH FUCK ) #◜ martha. ◞ * ･ﾟ✧ * ━━━━━ the coordinator.

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HEY @coordinator-behamfil DO U ENJOY THIS. DO U ENJOY WHAT UR DOIGN TO ME AND KURT. DO U. DO U. DO U. DO U. D

#( IM. BAWLIGN #THAT SHIT HURTED #RIAN GOODBYE ) #◜ ooc. ◞ * ･ﾟ✧ * ━━━━━ mun.

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      HIS FROWN ISN’T so much a simple display of his bone - white / marrow - sullen frustration as it is a pure snag of teeth. this is a scene he exists outside of: perilous anger phrased as a tale, in which ---- is a prison. prison of blasphemy, prison of a deeper breed of despair: snakeskin secrets ,  your blood ruptures like gunfire / you smile like a rifling gun.

            ❝ martha ... martha .. ----- martha ! ❞

      kurt’s movements are jilted from its abandoned duties and the grueling peel and bite of ruddy - bruised knuckles against walls that sounded just moments ago were nothing if not short - ended tributes to his own carnal feat. kurt finds that martha dishes out death like alms, an altar ransacked of completion. through this -- through martha, he witnesses that death and women are clearly aligned.  ❝ martha, please --  ❞ the cadence that creases from his lips tells a period of exhaustion, exasperation, empathy ; in a clipped tone he reserves for only martha, his dearest friend. he’s known the beat of this rhythm as if it were the own beat in his blood, an ode to his pulse and the thump to his heart ---- grabbing her wrists as a means to prevent further contusions and shabby knuckles would only escalate it :  his body flutters about with as much grace as a large man like him could supply and makes it so her fists comes into contact with his chest, his hands firmly gripping around the strong divot of her elbow.

                  ❝ what has gotten you so riled up ! ❞   //   @coordinator-behamfil​

#◜ inchara. ◞ * ･ﾟ✧ * ━━━━━ i am a true explorer. #coordinatorbehamfil #( TREMBLES IN MY RECLINER CHAIR LIKE :EYES EMOJI: #pls gimme more of kurt who is fed on tenderness lashing out onto martha who took her own tenderness and spoiled it to ruins .......... #gimme what we want RIAN )

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(   x   )  :  moved from ask.   // @askidv-thebarmaiden

      ❝ france ! ❞  the explorer exclaims, what with his childish, unadulterated glee only kurt could foster into something charming : bewitching in a guileless sense. the hunch of his shoulders and quick work of his hand, fingers just beginning to coil around the slender neck of the martini glass, it’s a delicate albeit swift motion, prime with the toothy grin that he sees mirroring in the marveling pool of deep sea blue ; a laugh unfurls from his gut and it’s a violent if not familiar burgeoning of petals that matures into a mirthful metronome, hearty, a call of family.  ❝ oh, you know how i love it there in france, belle! ❞ mindless fingers pick at the sheen of glass, the smile reaches his eyes though he knows -- he knows the weight of this simple twist of lips can’t be shared for this party of two. belle’s own comportment is a raw duplicate of his own, but that’s what it is: raw. raw in every sense of its being ; a gentle ache in the palace of flesh that becomes a staple of belle -- kurt’s belle, belle’s smile is raw -- as it is a silent twist of grief. he’s seen doe - eyed creatures die with a smile. kurt thinks this is the only way belle knows how to smile, how to speak, how to survive.

      he doesn’t take a sip, opting to instead swirl it to the crux of the glass in round motions ; a habit he’s formed during their meeting a surplus time ago. ❝ of course you know that, haha, your goal is still paris, isn’t it?  ❞

#◜ inchara. ◞ * ･ﾟ✧ * ━━━━━ i am a true explorer. #askidvthebarmaiden #( OH YOU ALR KNOW WTF GOIN ON DAL #U ALR KNO )

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      ❝ oh! hello, laura. ❞  the smile comes easy, like feather - weight. a lilt preens on the junction of his throat and it’s a oral indicator he’s learned to adopt since birth ; the duplicity that harnesses in his smile is raw yet secure : a gleaming gaslamp.  ❝ i see you must be curious to hear about sicily. am i right ? ❞  a ginger-handed pat on the empty space, unoccupied beside him : an open invitation.   //   @escapxlogy

#◜ inchara. ◞ * ･ﾟ✧ * ━━━━━ i am a true explorer. #escapxlogy #( HERE THE MOMENT WE'VE ALL BEEN WAITIGNN FOR #pwease tyt i kno tumblr mobile is ASS )

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( anyways if yall can.

sisyphus - andrew bird

when did we stop - new move

good kurt songs that spurred on this tangent (tm) )

( i love how kurt is portrayed in fanon bcus that’s literally ALL we have but i think the main difference in between fanon [& possibly canon] and my kurt is that there’s this underlying poignant tang beneath the surface of kurt……… he tries so hard to detach/disconnect him with reality as we know it i think he lost factions of himself in the midst of it……. he loves life and its wonders so much he doesn’t care if he gets scruffed up or swallowed up )

#◜ chara. study. ◞ * ･ﾟ✧ * ━━━━━ soft he was - he was - & gone / burning in water. #mobile * #me. 10 seconds later: SO

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( i love how kurt is portrayed in fanon bcus that’s literally ALL we have but i think the main difference in between fanon [& possibly canon] and my kurt is that there’s this underlying poignant tang beneath the surface of kurt......... he tries so hard to detach/disconnect him with reality as we know it i think he lost factions of himself in the midst of it....... he loves life and its wonders so much he doesn’t care if he gets scruffed up or swallowed up )

#mobile * #◜ chara. study. ◞ * ･ﾟ✧ * ━━━━━ soft he was - he was - & gone / burning in water. #(no small txt or icons im on MOBILE) #( FFFFUUUUCKKKK #DRAGS HANDS DOWN MY FACE LIKE !!!!!!!! #PLS SOMEONE LET ME TALK ABT KURT FOR HOURS ON END )

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TREMBLES

#( I LOVE THIS POWER I HAVE ............... I MADE RIAN AND JEN JOIN THE IDV RP COMMUNITYFHDU IM SO EXCIETDG ) #( MARTHA........<3333333333 MIKE....!!!!! #L A U R A <<<3333333 MY WIFE ) #◜ ooc. ◞ * ･ﾟ✧ * ━━━━━ tbd.

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“But must it always be a tragedy? Maybe suns are meant to love boys who fall into seas.”

— Dear poets, it’s time to rewrite Icarus | p.d

#◜ chara. study. ◞ * ･ﾟ✧ * ━━━━━ soft he was he was & gone / burning in water. #◜ verse iv. ◞ * ･ﾟ✧ * ━━━━━ write me on your wings & burn. icarus. #cool i cant fucking breathe #maybe one day i will finally talk abt the juxtaposition of kurt at odds with himself

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#◜ aes. ◞ * ･ﾟ✧ * ━━━━━ i am make - believe / this is an archive / it hurts to be a story.

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“maybe i’ve always been more comfortable in chaos.”

FLORENCE + THE MACHINE’S  ❝ HOW BIG, HOW BLUE, HOW BEAUTIFUL ❞  SENTENCE STARTERS // accepting !

      HE IS ELDRITCH’S ANGEL:  screaming / writhing / mourning the hot hot halo grit between his own teeth. there is a whole scorching horror located inside of him and he has no interest in that. this is an all too familiar scene for kurt, the heavy plumage of weight tackled onto the concerts of ache,  found in earth - bound vagabonds. kurt could say, ‘ finally! someone up to my speed ! ’ but this is a realm discernible from his own ; he himself is the nightingale in the seams :  he flits about and instead seeks solace in the warmth of his book. his gentle, calloused fingers that trailed the sliver of words that bounce off its own muted pages, famished of a world splintered off his skin, they make its way to the cliff of the page and turns with a harnessed crinkle.

      there’s a tender bridge to the calamity that harvests within naib. kurt is ever so mindful of this —- he is the same after all. to covet this humanity is the same to covet its horrors.

            ❝ is that so? ❞ are you comfortable? or are you so used to being weaned on chaos?                  ❝ you’re as brooding as ever !  come – have a seat! i’ll show you a sanctuary you’ve never seen before. ❞   his books.      //    @gurkhasblade

#gurkhasblade #◜ inchara. ◞ * ･ﾟ✧ * ━━━━━ i am a true explorer. #I HAVENT WRITTEN IN. TEN THOUSANDS YEARS I HOPEP THIS SUFFICES SOBS;;;;;; #hell yah naib n kurt tiem

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FLORENCE + THE MACHINE’S  ❝ HOW BIG, HOW BLUE, HOW BEAUTIFUL ❞  SENTENCE STARTERS

SHIP TO WRECK

“remind me, what was it that i said?”

“did i drink too much?”

“am i losing touch?”

“what’s with the long face?”

“do you want more?”

WHAT KIND OF MAN

“you were on the other side, like always.”

“i was drunk enough to deal with it.”

“sometimes you’re half in and then you’re half out.”

“how do you manage to have me crawling back for more?”

HOW BIG, HOW BLUE, HOW BEAUTIFUL

“now there’s a few things we have to burn.”

“tell me you see it too.”

“i’m happy you’re beside me.”

“maybe i’ll see you in another life if this one wasn’t enough.”

QUEEN OF PEACE

“what is it worth when all that’s left is hurt?”

“some things never sleep.”

“come on, is this what you want?”

“somebody’s gotta lose.”

“you’re driving me away.”

VARIOUS STORMS & SAINTS

“i gave myself over willingly.”

“i am teaching myself how to be free.”

“if you could just forgive yourself…”

“some things you let go in order to live.”

“i know you’re bleeding, but you’ll be okay.”

“one day this will be over - i swear it’s not so far away.”

DELILAH

“i’m gonna be free and i’m gonna be fine.”

“these chains never leave me.”

“can’t you let me know?”

“never knew i was a dancer.”

LONG & LOST

“are you missing me?”

“is it too late to come on home?”

“i figured out where i belong.”

CAUGHT

“it’s the hardest thing i’ve ever had to do.”

“when i sleep, i never dream of you.”

“i can’t keep calm - i can’t keep still.”

“i forget all that i’ve been taught.”

THIRD EYE

“it tore you open.”

“you don’t know why.”

“you don’t have to be a ghost.”

“you deserve to be loved.”

“i’m the same. i’m trying to change.”

ST. JUDE

“each side is a loser, so who cares who fired the gun?”

“maybe i’ve always been more comfortable in chaos.”

“i couldn’t keep my mouth shut.”

“i’m trying to find the meaning.”

MOTHER

“won’t you leave me?”

“i want no more than this.”

“can you protect me from what i want?”

“all these couples are kissing.”

HIDING

“you don’t have to tell me why.”

“not sure i can deal with this.”

“i know there’s a part of you that i just cannot reach.”

“you don’t have to let me in, just know that i’m still here.”

“it’s your pride that’s keeping us still so far apart.”

MAKE UP YOUR MIND

“i never thought i’d be a killer.”

“while you’ve been saving your neck, i’ve been breaking mine for you.”

“make up your mind before i make it up for you.”

“let me live or let me love you.”

WHICH WITCH

“it’s an old scar.”

“who’s a heretic now?”

“am i making sense?”

“you can’t tell me to regret.”

“i’m on trial.”

PURE FEELING

“it was more than i could bear.”

“you know, i hoped to see you there.”

“i keep on moving in the spaces where you used to be.”

“i knew that this would end in tears.”

CONDUCTOR

“does that make you mine?”

“this work is never done.”

“who’s in control? who’s playing who?”

“i know this part so well.”

AS FAR AS I COULD GET

“wasting my goddamn time.”

“i went as far as i could get.”

“i am unloved.”

“i’m not far enough yet.”

#sticks leggy way up in the air like YAH HELLO LETS GET THIS STARTED #◜ inbox. ◞ * ･ﾟ✧ * ━━━━━ russian roulette.

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“There are so many good stories in the world. I just want to be one of them.”

— i don’t only read books for escape anymore // d.s.

#◜ mus. ◞ * ･ﾟ✧ * ━━━━━ my disposition / is a learned burial . #oh shit bitch this is kurt BONE DEEP #‘i dont only read books for escape anymore’ GOODBYE IM GONE