monstroum

[monstroum]

@coinofsilver

#* ooc . #i deserve to be yelled at for this #i'm sorry mom i'm sorry dad #* tbd .

[monstroum]

── 𝙰𝚂 𝙰 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷 𝙾𝙽 𝙶𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚂 , 𝙰𝚂 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷-𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙽 , 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝙾𝙳𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙿𝙰𝚂𝚂 , 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙳𝚄𝚂𝚃 , 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽 .

#𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙼. independent & private multimuse with both canon and original characters. all poorly written by coffee. a rp account exploring good versus evil, light versus darkness and what is to be done with all the shades of grey caught in between? / the small horrors found within common fairy tales  / beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster / the appeal of shaking hands with the devil / shutting a book and apologising, there is no moral to this story.

#* self promo #don'tlookatme #iknow

[monstroum]

A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments, Roland Barthes

#* ch. study : louis de pointe du lac #* ch. study : father john pruitt

[monstroum]

of course lestat would find something about the sax players' musical skills to justify their deaths . his passion for all things musical both tugged at louis' heartstrings and repelled him ─── a wrong note was enough to end a life according to his paramour's twisted moral code . " so you just get to go behind my back 'n' do whatever you think is right ? don't i get a say ? " louis sounded less upset when he spoke this time ; this lover's quarrel would not hit the extraordinary peaks others had in the past had . HE WAS FRUSTRATED ; the more the idea of eternity settled on him , there more louis felt as if he needed to cling to his ethics in order for BOTH LESTAT AND HIM to live throughout centuries without completely losing their minds .

but the blond apologises and his hands hold on to him and his pale eyes continue to stare up at louis in a pleading manner that makes it hard for the louisiana man to stay angry . he THINKS he hears a promise leave the other vampire's lips ... and that thought eases the fire that had once been building . ─── a lot of times , when listening to his lover , louis hears what he wants to hear .

he succumbs to the other's request . louis sighs and sits down , draping his arm over the sofa's back with such ease that one would not think the two of them had been discussing murder mere seconds ago . " you're childish , lestat . " louis concluded finally , shaking his head like a scolding parent would . but his features had softened now and his complaints no longer held the same punch as before ; louis had accepted the other's apology , HE WANTED TO .

#* desiredprince . #* desiredprince / louis de pointe du lac : 01 #* verse : to be added #* ch. writings : louis du pointe du lac #i hate them #also sorry friend i couldn't cut the post and keep your reply at the same time

[monstroum]

to harvey: ‘   Here we are, bunch of psychopaths helping each other out!   ‘

there's an open window somewhere in arkham . most inmates walking around the cafeteria would not notice , but harvey did . it's the air , you see . the weakest draft causes the burnt flesh on his cheek to recoil and pulsate with pain . there was even a time when dent worried something might ooze from his scarred half ... but not anymore . now all he worries about is ESCAPING THAT HELL HOLE ; to be free to hunt down all who had wronged him , all who had wronged the city and all who would do wrong in the future .

THE JOKER would not be spared from a coin toss . despite them sharing the same interest of getting out of arkham asylum , harvey had grown to despise him . there were too many shades to that madman , too many faces ... the coin in his pocket only had one . he cannot conceptualise co-existing with someone who rebels instead of seeking the hidden truth of the universe ━━ that chance rules them all . butterflies and hurricanes , babes and graves , beauty and beast ... the origin is always the same . the joker is alive because of sheer luck .

but if you flip a coin enough times , eventually you will get tails . he mentions psychopaths helping each other out and harvey dent cannot help but glare at his lunch buddy from the corner of his eye . they share the same table but THEY ARE NOT THE SAME . " speak to me again , clown and we'll flip a coin on which row of teeth you get to keep . " harvey snarled through a clenched jaw .

@zingers

#* answered . #* zingers . #* ch. writings : harvey dent . #* verse : to be added #i love clown #harvey??? not so much

[monstroum]

louis: you're the absolute worst, the most unpredictable unhinged little creature i've ever seen, to look upon you is to behold evil in the flesh, the devil reincarnated, an absolute assault on all that is pure and good on this earth louis: i got us promise rings

#* ch. study : louis de pointe du lac #i get it louis.

[monstroum]

#* ch. study : hannibal lecter #he's just a lil guy

[monstroum]

‘   How does one politely refuse a dish in circumstances such as these?   ‘ dare i say hannibal ..

the question causes the good doctor to look up from the dish he was currently preparing . skilful hands stop mid cut : a small red apple was spared from yet another slash of hannibal lecter's exceptionally sharp knife . the psychiatrist was quite proud of the dinner party he had thrown : dozens of guests were currently roaming through his living room , music played , people laughed , wine was served , why he had even butchered a suckling pig just for the occasion ! most guests delighted over the dish and gave hannibal praise ... but not sadie doyle .

lecter's heavily-lidded eyes glanced at the woman from across the kitchen counter and managed to look genuinely hurt . after regarding her for a second though , something sharp glinted there , in the depths of hannibal's stare . even though his eyes didn't immediately pull away from sadie's , his hands carried on with their mission ; the forbidden fruit was cut into slices , tastefully distributed around the pig's meat . an halo made of white and red ━━ two colours all humans shared if one were to dig deep enough .

after a few seconds , hannibal finally allowed ms . doyle to be spared from his judging look , focusing instead on the course the rest of his guests were meant to enjoy . only when he was done decorating the meat did dr. lecter finally grant sadie an answer . " ━━ carefully , i'd imagine . " when his eyes flickered back up , there was a smile there despite there being no curve to his lips . he was joking , of course .

#* answered . #* sadiestics . #* verse : to be added #* ch. writings : hannibal lecter #of course. #funnee funnee doc #don'teatthepigsadie

[monstroum]

every once in a while i ache for the joys and tribulations of shipping but then i look at my list of freakazoids and cringe at the thought of any muse suffering through anything close to romance with these dumbos.

#* ooc . #* tbd . #i am...so tired from preparing shit #for an event tomorrow #but that means i'm not going anywhere tonight #i got my tunes #i got my water #never forget mutuals #always feel free to reach out #or just turn meme replies into threads

[monstroum]

“I’m sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.”

— Little Beast, Richard Siken.

#* ch. study : louis de pointe du lac #* ch. study : father john pruitt #* ch. study : jonathan harker

[monstroum]

me whenever i write more than 2 replies in english: your spellchecker is lying to you , tilt and title are the exact same word , stretching the rope is a super common saying every english speaker understands and knows , fantasize and fantasise are both wrong it's actually fantazize , doubt everything , trust no one

#* ooc . #* tbd . #how english speakers do it i do not know #this language is a madman with a gun shooting in all directions

[monstroum]

‘   I’m afraid I insist on it, no need for unnecessary suffering.   ‘ louis

even though it's somewhat apprehensive , there's a flash of a smile in response to armand's words . " a vampire humanist ? that'd be a first . " louis can hear his own voice echoing through montmartre . armand somehow manages to stand out from all the cobblestone and rain soaked streets . it's the eyes , louis thinks ; like two flames burning in the darkness ( a fire meant for only him to warm himself by , no one else ) . he becomes self-conscious after standing in silence for too long , merely staring at the other immortal . he fluttered his lashes and moistened his lower lip , trying to gain momentum in order to jump on another train of thought , away from armand's captivating gaze .

" we'd love to attend one of your performances ... you got a full house on most nights . " louis eventually stated , holding his head up high once more . he speaks in the plural but he has not mentioned the theatre to claudia yet ; it feels awfully selfish , to hide behind their familial bond just so he does not have to admit to his own private fascination . despite all of this , there's a cocky grin hidden in the corners of his mouth that becomes obvious only when he makes his next daring move . " think you could fix us up ? "

@mortange

#* answered . #* mortange . #* ch. writings : louis du pointe du lac #* verse : to be added #the calm before the shit storm

[monstroum]

Q: Do you believe in ghosts?

A: Well, let's see... I do believe a place can be haunted if that's what you mean.

Q: What about a person? Can a person be haunted?

#* promotion . #i love and support (1) tree man

[monstroum]

JON HAMM as Don Draper Mad Men (2007) Season 4 Episode 8: “The Summer Man”

#* ch. study : harvey dent #the vibes the mannerisms #this is harvey coded #there's so much smoke in this blog sjdhfbhsnkfd

[monstroum]

to harvey: ‘   Words are living things. They have personality, point of view, agenda.   ‘ ( early days? who's to say )

dent scoffs before turning to hand bruce a generous glass of scotch . he doesn't usually appreciate people dropping by his office on non-official matters ( he wants to prove to gotham that he's serious ) , but bruce had been a good friend to him ; despite his wealthy background , harvey knew the wayne heir really wanted to make a difference . he wasn't all talk like so many of the people surrounding him nowadays ... the guy was willing to put his money where his mouth was and , in gotham , that was a truly rare sight .

" yeah well , feels like my words got a view directly towards a god damn brick wall . " harvey chuckled . he did that often : deflect serious topics with levity . bruce did that too , he had noticed . god forbid the two of them actually being vulnerable with each other .  ━━ but the district attorney was used to this ; everyone wore some type of mask , his just had a whole lot more to hide than bruce's .

harvey's dazzling smile slowly faded though . he ached to share ... ached to be his full self rather than just sharing HALVES OF HIS PERSONALITY . mismatched eyes pulled away from his friend's face to focus on his drink instead . two blocks of ice clinked against glass . dent scoffed again , refusing to give into the gloom crawling up his throat . " some of these guys i talk to , bruce ... you have no idea . " harvey said , shaking his head . " they make up obstacle after obstacle just so nothing changes ! they don't care what happens to this place as long as they can keep their pockets full . " he sounded increasingly frustrated .

" sometimes i wish i could just ━━ " harvey trails off , realising his next words were far from democratic . sometimes he'd fantasise about violence towards the corrupt . and sometimes , in the quietness of his mind , he'd call that violence by the name of justice . dent glanced at bruce ... and seeing himself reflected in the other man's expression reeled him back to reality . " i don't know . " harvey took a long sip .

@batsie

#* answered . #* batsie . #* verse : to be added #* ch. writings : harvey dent . #harv: i weAR A MASK bruce.....a bIG SCARY MASK.....yoU WOULDN'T GET IT #i'm so funny

[monstroum]

jon being confrontational and/or hostile towards others but being unable to be outright rude by always using expressions like “i’m afraid” or “pardon me but” or “allow me” or “may i suggest” is an aesthetic i hate but that is, unfortunately, very accurate. also jon has never (and will never) say fuck and i think that’s the source of 65% of his suffering.

#* ch. study : jonathan harker #the 1 dumbo who has no monster qualities #what is he doing in my blog idk #btw the rest of the % ? #lizard boi #aka dracululu

[monstroum]

‘   I want to go on record as saying that this is a very bad idea.   ‘ jonathan !

" madam doyle ! " jonathan exclaimed , startling himself with the high volume of his own voice . he had halted their climb up the wooden staircase to look down at the heiress , watching her features flicker under the flame of a candelabra . his friends had told him ms. sadie doyle knew plenty about the occult , that she was familiar with the peculiar hungers of that mansion's owner and what they implied . but mr. harker had become increasingly frustrated with the woman's nonchalance . HORROR LURKED WITHIN THOSE CORRIDORS ! how was she not fearful ? how was she not alert ? how had she found the time to fix herself a drink ?

white locks of hair fell over jon's right eye , reminding him that the past was , in fact , real and that it had left the most UNPLEASANT MARK ON HIM .

he took a deep breath , attempting to put himself together lest he say something unpleasant to his companion . " you have made it perfectly clear that you do not share of the same apprehensions nor precautions as i , but please , " blue eyes widened at her in the darkness , the shivering flame causing the young man to appear more somber than he had meant to . " if you must speak then let it be in prayer . "

@sadiestics

#* answered . #* ch. writings : jonathan harker #* sadiestics . #* verse : to be added #jonathan is a himbo #jonathan is a dork #sadie is too cool to be hanging out with the likes of him