mrachnyie

[mrachnyie]

for thin is the veil betwixt man and the godless deep.      the skies are haunted by that which it were madness to know;     and strange abominations pass evermore between earth and moon and athwart the galaxies.   (  dr. stephen strange,    of marvel comics.    headcanon  &  lovecraftian inspiration.    foretold by doll.  )

#spr . #i’ll be on strange for the foreseeable future besties ! #i’m just really not feeling this blog atm so until i fix up my carrd and whatnot; catch me there <3

[mrachnyie]

i think that it'd be interesting to explore a dynamic in which ... the darkling is at a disadvantage 🧐 and he needs to work for someone else's aid 🧐

#i really want to explore his persuasive nature ... #let him gaslight gatekeep girlboss his way through difficult situations 😩✋ #i just think it'd be neat to subvert the typical scenario in which he has power to hold over others. #tbd. #be warned that if u like this i WILL jump in your dms.

[mrachnyie]

okay but... like this if i can follow you from my k.ylo r.en blog when i set it up 😳

#keeping in mind that he's basically a rewrite of the character. #with a lot of crossover verses and what not. #i have a deep rooted fear of the sw rpc like. i've been there for 4 years and i'm still wary sdfghsk #anyway. #while ur at it... make affiliated blogs with me 🔪

[mrachnyie]

something something   “to be a monster is to be inhuman. or to be a monster is to be all-too-human”   and how the darkling, in his adamancy to differentiate himself from the mortals he despises, in his urge to hold onto his own cruelty, humanizes himself by proving he is not above the base human hunger.

#i love talking about the figure he presents outwardly in contrast to his real self. #sometimes i feel like his cold demenour is taken at face value because... in truth he's such a passionate character. #he is fueled entirely by aspirations and ambitions. #and hunger is at the core of his character as a progression from ideals to power. #that and his age of course. he's not incapable of emotion per se / his apathy extends to personal matters. #he actually cares a lot about things / he's just very ' big picture ' oriented. #( because he lacks permanence ) #he really girlbossed a bit too close to the sun 😩

[mrachnyie]

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.

#( ✷ ) prompts — we have known each other too well in the dark. #i deleted most of my inbox things because they were old and i was Stressed 😭 #and what would this blog be w / o this meme in particular hm

[mrachnyie]

Adonis, Selected Poems; “Beginnings of the Body, Ends of the Sea” (tr. Khaled Mattawa)

#( ✷ ) analysis — there are no monsters in the world / and no saints.

[mrachnyie]

PROMPT       ✦       NOT ACCEPTING.

@spervier​​​​ :       🔪 hehe

                    the roaring waters enrobed the gentle vessel’s side,    lulling it forward and back and sideways in an embrace the darkling was less than fond of.     the swaying sea seemed the perfect manifestation of his sinking patience the longer he was aboard    —   appreciation for voyages had always evaded him,    and he hardly trusted the virtue of pirates.     he was hardly surprised,    then,    when the edge of a dagger was nestled under his jaw,    pressure kept light in what he assumed was warning.    

in ravka,     he would have already stripped the wall of a shadow to smother the man where he stood   —      but this was not ravka,    and os alta was miles away,    and amidst the true sea,    where the the black pearl was as foreign an empire as any,    the darkling’s shadows settled for laying at his feet in a show of begrudging courtesy,    like a pack of scorned dogs,    waning with the candle wicks.     no further maneuver was made beyond tipping his chin upward,    where the captain’s figure stood above him,    allowing hollow grey gaze to meet vivid green.    even as the blade slid closer to the pulse point at his neck,    he remained lounged against the rickety chair,    frame as statuesque as his frigid features.      ❝   lose the dagger before you lose the arm,    captain.    ❞       the shadow summoner said with nonchalance not befitting his predicament,    spurring a tilt to his head possessing the slightest inclination of fascination.       ❝   i do think you’ll find me more agreeable on civil terms.    ❞  

#spervier #( ✷ ) scripture — this dark is deep / i warm you with my blood. #( ✷ ) arc / shadow & bone — fine. make me your villain. #pov : ur aleksander who probably said smth rude during a negotiation 😳 #anyhow. #i simply think the darkling hiring jack's services when he was looking for the amplifiers would be hot .

[mrachnyie]

Leopard and Deer, Robert Winthrop Chanler

#( ✷ ) moodboard — the heard adjusts to the dark as the eyes do.

[mrachnyie]

PROMPT       ✦       NOT ACCEPTING.

                    the room was made glacial with her arrival,     and he knew she was there without looking,    for even his shadows suppressed a shiver.     he found it comforting,    for the most part,     but in that laid the essence of the problem.    the presence amelia occupied in his mind was like the burn of ice,    and he couldn’t seem to soothe it.    their dance was a loss of control he was not accustomed to,    and an indulgence he couldn’t afford.       even her stay at his quarters risked his stature  —  he allowed her to waltz in whenever she pleased regardless of the hours he kept.    (   though he did not overly mind it when she did  )   his guards seemed to be aware of this lenience too,    for now they merely stood aside and opened the doors.     evading her over the course of the week had not been a conscious decision,    alas he had still chosen to abide it still  —  but she was stubborn,    he knew she’d confront him eventually.       ❝    i don’t remember calling for you.    ❞     the general stated,    not bothering to raise his attention from the report he had been skimming.    when slate grey eyes finally deemed to meet hers,    it was just in time to catch a sliver of steel as the tip of a blade was nestled under his jaw.

@snowinabottle​​​​​​ :        🔪 ( but make it hot )

at the behest of her dagger’s touch,    the darkling was forced to retreat into collision with the grand bed,    which stood central to the room,    surrounded by a sea of hungry shadows.     pale hands grasped the dark satin covers as he obliged her wordless demand and moved so he was sitting,    accommodating for her frame atop his,    her thighs on either side of his knees,    entrapping him there.   somewhere deep down,    in the void of his rib cage,    a slow heart beat reverberated,    mirrored in his pulse under the bite of the blade,    resounding softly,    as though reaching to her  —   beating for her with the wisp of affection he had allowed it.    he reached out to lay a hand atop her hip,    but it was pinned down before he could do so,    and a sigh was torn from his throat,         ❝    you’re upset,    i gather?     ❞     he mused,    tipping his chin upwards towards her.    it was a mockery of a question accompanied by an almost amused tilt to his head,    and though his demeanor remained nonchalant,    there was a wisp of taunting lingering below his tone.     he knew the answer,    but he wanted to hear her admit it all the same.      ❝    voice your complaints,    if that is what you want  —    ❞         the darkling swayed forward by a slight,    chin leaning against the cold surface of her weapon,        ❝     but i’d advise against playing such games with me.    i’m not in the habit of losing.    ❞ 

#snowinabottle #( ✷ ) scripture — this dark is deep / i warm you with my blood. #( we need a private verse for this hm ) #( ✷ ) arc / shadow & bone — fine. make me your villain. #not him being awful to compensate for the fact that he doesn’t know how to process emotion 🙄✋

[mrachnyie]

obsessed with the way aleksander embodies the spirit of mr d.arcy every time he’s forced to attend a fete 

#he just becomes 🙄😐😑😶 #in that order. #me wanting to write a slow dancing thread vs him never doing anything at these events. #like mr darkling you know you can have fun once in a while right #and let ME have fun smh. #tbd. #anyhow i hope your all having a great day 😊 i touched up my mobile theme a bit and now i’m going out #but i hope i can get a few more things done today <3

[mrachnyie]

CHARACTER STUDY SHEET.

BOLD all that applies to your muse. ITALIC what sometimes applies.

EYES:   blue | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | other

HAIR:   blond | sandy | brown | black | auburn | ginger | grey | white | multi-color | other

BODY-TYPE:   skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | average | muscular | pudgy | overweight

SKIN:   pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium | dark | discolored | other

GENDER:   male | female | trans | cis | agender | demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn’t like labels

SEXUALITY:   heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other | unsure | doesn’t like labels

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:   homoromantic | heteromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels

SPECIES:   human | undead | shapeshifter | demon | angel | witch | ghost | incubus / succubus | werewolf | alien | mutant | android | other

EDUCATION:   high school | college | university | master’s degree | PhD | entirely self taught | ged | other  ( verse dependent )

I’VE BEEN:   in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | brainwashed | shot

POSITIVE TRAITS:    affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal | modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | charismatic | calm

NEGATIVE TRAITS:   aggressive | bossy | cynical | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish | swears | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | emotional | vengeful | anxious | self-sabotaging | self-sacrificing | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thick skinned | overly dramatic | argumentative | dangerous | prideful | gluttonous

LIVING SITUATION:   lives alone | lives with parents or guardian | lives with significant other | lives with friends | drifter | homeless | lives with children | verse dependent

PARENTS / GUARDIAN:    mother | father | adoptive | aunt | uncle | foster | grandmother | grandfather | other

SIBLING(S):  sister | brother | none | other | biological | adopted

RELATIONSHIP:   single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated | verse dependent

THINGS I’VE DONE BEFORE:   had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed | starved | had sex | had a threesome | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fist fight | gone to a hospital | gone to jail | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone | had someone try to kill them.

TAGGED  BY.     @sunbruise​​​  &  @synravki​​​​  mwah i love u both <3

TAGGING.    @beauanges​  .  @denmarks​   .   @ineij​  .  @deathlyquiet​  .  @layiltu  .  @inhej​  .   @baobhcnsith​  .  @kcrclrezni​  .  @stygicniron​  .  @wulfmade​ and anyone who wishes to !

#( ✷ ) analysis — there are no monsters in the world / and no saints. #the way i thought of scenarios for every single prompt i - ✋

[mrachnyie]

the eroticism of this ... 😳

#( ✷ ) saint without stars — is it death that you are bringing ? #no because the d.arkling without his kefta is like ... lingerie sdfghgf #i'm simply obsessed. #anyway. #i'm going to work on new icons now and then forcibly sit myself down to write <3

[mrachnyie]

i simply think you should let your muse be the d.arkling's friend 🤪

#because that last post got me thinking. and i think it'd be funny for him to begrudgingly end up with friends 😌 #despite him not wanting any. #like. harass him into friendship. make him care for someone / something beside his ambitions. #could be fun. could be dangerous but most importantly it could be fun <3 #tbd.

[mrachnyie]

Aristotle, Politics

#( ✷ ) analysis — there are no monsters in the world / and no saints. #hm.

[mrachnyie]

historical verse aleksander being one of those illusive aristocratic men who is a patron of the arts, refuses to marry, and you get the distinct impressions he's committed murder before is hot actually 😊

#one day i'll actually develop a verse. not today tho <3 #i'm still in my period drama era sdfgsj #i was toying with him being a lord. on second thought i'm thinking it would be more interesting if he were a merchant or #at least not of a noble family in order to reflect his self-made ambition nature 🤔

[mrachnyie]

"i could fix him."     "i could make him better."      enough.     make him worse. indulge his plans for murder. hold his hand as he plans a coup 😳  

#i'm weak for the former dynamics too but just imagine. #haha joking ... unless ? #no but actually #i think sb should give me dynamics built on partnership & mutual manipulation. #( we all know he's awful. let ur muse be awful! let him bring out the worst in them <3 ) #better yet : i’m absolutely obsessed with the idea of him working / for / someone bc i love exploring him in that mindset. #so 💳💥💳💥

[mrachnyie]

MISTER VARECK,       sunbruise​.​​​

the steely gaze,   the polite threat,   and the press of cold flesh against his blade is the perfect substitute for what cannot be and at once,   is met.   an impassive face betrays amusement and kenneth smiles to meet the grin,   eyes two mismatched embers glowing in the shroud of dark.   the room is split,   cast in shadows while the other have drags a crescent bar of sunlight inside,   spilt over the chair where it illuminates slate grey eyes staring past him.    he inches the blade,   tips it to the man’s chin until their gaze is level.        ❛  snap it,  ❜     his voice whispers,   as he were speaking to a sparrow;     a smooth rasp to match a cool expression,   with the faintest hint of a warm smile.     ❛  a wrist can be fixed.  ❜

slowly he shifts,   knee against the soft leather.    still they do not touch,   not even a little bit and not even at all,   straddle the general with a hand over the headrest and the biting dagger in the other,   needle point to the under side of the darkling’s jaw.      ❛  but i’ll take your voice,  ❜    a furious pulse echoes somewhere far beneath,  a strange intrigue marred with venom,   interest and frustration,   though those are riskier things to betray in face.     ❛  and that will be much more complicated for you.  ❜     the search in look alone beckons:   how far?   how much?   the blade point is pressed to the darkling’s mouth,   a small tap,   eyes trailing the shape of it against flesh     ━     before the threat is soundlessly withdrawn,    dragged ever so slowly to the badge of an eclipse,    wrested near the darkling’s heart.    if only he’d spoken with patience,   with mercy,   kenneth would have stepped away in bored contempt.    but he hadn’t;   he’d laid bare danger and warning instead.    ❛  so yes   ━    a compromise,   for your sake.    i’ll start.   listening? ❜

                   blade willed the darkling’s gaze upward,    to catch the eye of its handler,    and he had no choice but to oblige.     it was nearly more contact than they may allow,    almost more than had been permitted thus far,    within the perimeter of their unspoken entente.    kenneth’s smile scorned him with its gall,    and as one would have it,    he answered threat with threat.        ❝    take it,    and afterward i may still repay you in kind,    ❞      the darkling offered coldly,    holding kenneth’s golden gaze all throughout with a surety unbecoming of his predicament,   despite the verity of the promise which lingered in the form of a bite against his pale flesh.    while he had no doubt that his companion,    given his own pleasure,    would slash his throat with no care spared,    he was surely amused nonetheless.    amused enough to urge him.        ❝    but take caution,    too,    for i would be inclined to better the instruction.    ❞

this dance they shared between them was more telling than any waltz,    polite and vicious in equal measures.     sudden warmth agitated frigid figure.   straddling the chair and standing above him as a sun’s eclipse,    the darkling felt more than saw the shift;    a knee beside him,    an arm above his head,    and he found himself forced to retreat,    back slumping against the headrest.    his hands moved to lay over both armrests.    silent inquiry passed between them,    and the answer was locked in the prompting tilt to his head:    as far as you dare.    as much as you wish.    the sharp end of the dagger was at his mouth,    and the general huffed a chuckle against it,    cold breath against heated steel.    finally,    it came to preside over his badge,   and he had to take pause to will the wild thump of his pulse into submission,    before it betrayed him any further.    then,    at his leisure,    the darkling gave a bored hum,    features furrowing slightly in interest,    before he spoke,      ❝    do go forth,    though,    i’ll indulge you    —    i’m listening.    ❞   

#sunbruise #( ✷ ) scripture — this dark is deep / i warm you with my blood. #( ✷ ) arc / shadow & bone — fine. make me your villain. #( methinks we really do need a private verse tag ... hm. ) #the theatrics of it all ... i'm obsessed. #i wish the darkling would just 🔇 sometimes