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emiliehaunted · 11 months

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《Karma's a relaxing thought. Aren't you envious that for you it's not?》

#emiliehaunted #myself #gothic #alternative #alt model #all black #dark aesthethic

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sapphic--horror · 11 months

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AN: This is my work, all words written by me. I do not allow and remakes of my work.

“TEETH OF THE SEA” BY SAMMI

GIF by hilaryblackrose

Dedication: To fellow sirens

The pull to something bigger than yourself is like the Moon pulling towards the Earth. Shifting like tides. It is an unstoppable force that will either lead to the destruction of yourself or the destruction of those who will come looking for you, after you relinquish your soul to the unknown. They’ll come and look for you but you’ll already be gone, cold and distant. Lost but found.

But more importantly....

…..Hungry.

The lure of the luminous moon is leading me to the whispers of the deep blue,

I can feel the pull deep in my stomach, almost like it’s taunting me.

A gallery of sinister wails echoing in my head at night

Lulling me to sleep as I dream of the feeling of thick rich blood slowly dripping down my face and needle sharp teeth living in my mouth.

The wails fade out as I come to find myself listening to the sounds of waves crashing against the shore

I watch as it inhales and exhales.

My eyes are cloudy, darkening, and still.

I feel peace in the presence of the ocean, almost like it flows through my veins

I crawl on my hands and knees dragging myself towards my creator

Feeling the coolness of it pulling me in as if it wants to devour me whole

And I let it.

As the ocean inhales, it sweeps me up as one, I truly find out what it means to be alive.

The rush of being one with the ocean warming up my body while the ocean’s currents are deadly cold this time of night.

The push and pull of the currents stretch and pull on my limbs

My head becomes light with visions of swirly red and whites circling in my mind as my body becomes heavier, drifting and sinking along with the currents.

My sides gash open pouring out the rest of my human remains and my legs begin to burn becoming heavier and heavier as the burning moves down my legs.

My eyes tear open and I begin to wail uncontrollably underwater -

As if I have seen a monster

But there’s no monster here, just the dark empty vast space of death surrounding me as I slowly sink to meet my maker.

Flashes of my master inhaling and exhaling like I saw on the shore, paints the inside of my mind.

Easing the knot in my throat allowing me to breathe.

Giving me the peace of mind to realize the burning has stopped and the gash in my sides are also breathing.

I close my eyes to fully take in my new and true form

The gods above shine their smiles down to me. My eyes slowly open and are able to see under the dark - gloomy sea, they begin to lose their natural color.

Turning red and hanging low -

This is not the last of my transformation.

My hair braided with seaweed, my hands coarse with daggers for nails

My ears sharp and pointed upwards to hear the cries of my neighbors

My spine is strong and webbed.

My lips cracked and thin, and behind them are needle sharp teeth

Ready for the hunt.

The sinister wailing is back

I call out to them, my sisters who i’ve never met before.

I feel their daunting presence.

Our hunger is connected and understood -

My tongue gently rakes over my razor teeth in anticipation

For what's to come.

The hunt is something I have not realized I’ve longed for

My throat swells

And a sinister smile appears on my face.

My teeth, raising in my mouth

Ready to pierce and eat.

My sisters and I lock eyes and know what to do

I float to the top of the ocean

Proving that I am not dead but resurrected

My sisters begin singing their soul crushing song -

Their siren song latching onto them like god himself is guiding you to carry out his work,

Unresistable and leads to certain death.

We call upon the weak

Whose flesh is tender and filling.

Our shimmering tails under the loud gleaming moon hypnotizing the men in those -

What do they call it?

Ships.

We lure them to the shore,

And they follow obediently and hollow eyed

Like soulless ghouls ready to be taken.

Ready for the taking.

And with our teeth so sharp

We rip their flesh free from their meat packed bodies that’s already rotting away with age.

It happens all so fast.

Their skin basically melting into our mouths at the speed we devour them.

Their blood is thick and promising.

The man’s body goes slump

His red residue smeared on my face

I grin in sin.

With my head tilted back and my eyes full with the Moon.

I reach greedily digging for more offerings in the open wound of the sailors neck

Cleaning my plate.

I begin to rise on the feet that I swore off

Dancing on the shore I once laid innocently on

as the sky darkens and the moon turns blood red

Leaking into the ocean

We are servants of the moon.

Shrieking cries coming loose from our mouths

As we dance above our humble sacrifices.

We spin and spin and spin

As if we are the innocent girls we once were -

As if we were dancing to music

But instead we dance in the name of blood.

My vision blurred with darkness as their corpse set fire.

Their souls being freed and given the moon,

The ocean waters meet the shore swallowing the sailors corpse

While my sisters and I hold hands and dance around the flames

Giving praise to the Moon for allowing us to serve it.

I’ve never been so in love.

Our naked bodies now stained with blood as we chant prayers meant for our god -

The one who can turn human blood into fire and willing souls into machines.

I am now the monster I once wasn’t able to see hiding in the fog off the shore unseen -

Waiting.

We are blood sisters that feed on the weak,

We are the souls that will live forever.

We are the Teeth of the Sea.

Thank you Florence Welch

This poem is inspired by the song “Mermaids” by Florence + the machine. But more so the lyrics from the timestamps “2:14 - 2:42”

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lupivulpes · 1 year

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Hello all ! Just a little update post to let you know if you're interested that I made an artbook of my inktober poison serie, as well as prints, and other little extra things ! :D

Feel free to check out my shop page if you're interested : https://www.etsy.com/fr/shop/Celiarts In any cases : thank you so much for all your support during this month ! ♥

#inktober #inktober2022 #dark art #dark aesthethic #etsyartist #etsyshop #smallbusiness #small artist #artbook

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ur-daily-inspiration · 4 days

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Fireflies in the Woods

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tragediambulante · 5 months

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The Ecstasy of Beata Ludovica Albertoni, Gian Lorenzo Bernini, 1671-74

#art history #art #italian art #17th century #baroque #baroque art #rome #gian lorenzo bernini #catholic aesthetic #aesthethic #dark academia #san francesco a ripa #beata ludovica albertoni #saints #marble #statue #sculpture #church

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why-the-heck-not · 11 months

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is there anything more chill than summer storms?

#only if u're inside that is #if you're outside when the storm hits; curses to the whole world #but also; post-storm walks !! best time on earth #studyblr #study #studyspo #booklr #bookblr #stemblr #codeblr #aesthethic #dark academia #may 2023 #2023

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lemonboyzz · 7 months

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𠑥꯭⠀❜ ➭︭ ⌗ 𝟱𝟱 ? . . . 🔇୬ ⬪ ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ✧

࣪ ࣭ 🎧 ⬞ ༻ ۫ ִ ﹗ ✧ ୨୧ ｡ ⟡ ⋆ ࣪. ໒ 📆 @

#aesthethic #icons #estética #moodboard #kpop #kpop moodboard #soobin #txt #choi soobin #txt moodboard #soobin moodboard #txt icons #soobin icons #choi soobin icons #choi soobin moodboard #dark moodboard

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piinkmha · 16 days

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How we all became the greatest heroes

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endlessmazin · 6 months

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The Awakening of the Web Demon

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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 1 year

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Neural Horror

#Neural Horror #midjourney #artwork #goth aesthethic #gothic aesthetic #castle #darkness #bats #bat #dark art #medieval

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emiliehaunted · 6 months

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"Still, there is this terrible desire to be loved. Still, there is this horror at being left behind" - Ph: Onix Edition: @emiliehaunted Models: @emiliehaunted & @xniperx_x 🖤

#emiliehaunted #gothic #witchcraft #dark photography #photography #alternative #monochrome #dark aesthethic

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meadowscarlet · 2 years

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“This was the Grayson I'd met weeks ago: dripping power and well aware that he could come out on top in any battle. He didn't make threats, because he didn't have to.”

GRAYSON DAVENPORT HAWTHORNE.

— the inheritance games by jennifer lynn barnes.