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theartisticendeavor · 2 months
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Elvis
Art by Rick Leonardi
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reluctroid · 3 months
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Harry Clarke - 'The Masque of the Red Death'
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emeraldpotion · 2 years
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Credit to hafaellart on instagram
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diana-andraste · 3 months
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Clown by Crafty Dogma
“A cadaverousness of complexion; an eye large, liquid and very luminous...finely molded chin, speaking, in its want of prominence, of a want of moral energy.” ― Edgar Allan Poe, The Fall of the House of Usher
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zombiebluejay · 1 year
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fummmblez · 5 months
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vampire spawn ♡♡
“𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘐 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘮.”
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thehauntedrocket · 1 year
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EAP
Art by Francesco Francavilla
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browsethestacks · 2 years
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Famous Monsters Of Filmland - Vincent Price (1960-1961)
Art by Basil Gogos
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batworks · 20 days
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Weeping Wax
My body is a weeping candle. Slow Messy Hot.  Fingers scratch below soft collarbones, skin buckles and slides away. Tearing into the cavern of my chest. Desperation pours out of every crevice. Each drip of wax, a lament of life once lived. Shoveling mangled flesh with battered hands, snapping and cracking bones in a carnage to grasp at the pulsing mound of withering tissue. The center of all that is myself, squeezing with merciless animosity. Not a hint of valor between the tattered knuckles and lacerated wound. Whisking away the soul piece that fills this body of life. What is love if not a melancholic emptiness sitting to sink in the ocean of wax. Infatuation to the point of self destruction. I rather rip this contributor from my body and rid myself of the incessant nagging of need and longing, than to leave it for someone to wretch from my grasp, to employ their desires. An injured heart left with no cure for its ailments. So the loathing befalls me, the fire alight, burning all that remains of my being into heaps of wax.
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germ-t-ripper · 1 year
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23FEB23 Lunch with a one of my favorite people is priceless.
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tatersgonnatate · 2 years
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zombiebluejay · 1 year
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Just so everyone knows Harry Melling would read Poes works in graveyards to try and understand the the guy and would read books about death to understand Poes morbidity for the character and like.....yeah he IS worthy of being Poe forever and ever
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lizzy-frizzle · 1 year
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Don't worry. I have a hidden stockpile of cheese. It's way in the back in my wine cellar, do you think you could go back there and get it for me?
Sure! I'm a mouse, I love cold, dark, and wet places! Haha, you wouldn't try to seal me up down there, right? Hahahahaha, yea, it'd be annoying to have to find a little hole to crawl out of, anyway where's this cheese?
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waxfullwan · 9 months
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storms
On a half bright and half cloudy day,
I chose to focus on the shining sun,
I admire a flock of birds taking off
And for once, my worries were none.
The thoughts that shroud up my mind
I pray for the birds to come haul away,
But on the other hand, I may be a fool
To wish to be healed in one short day.
They haven’t hauled them away at all,
Instead they have flown off in a warning,
“You know better than to turn your back
On a sky that will always be storming.”
a.b.
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