Eve's Inferno: RukixYui By Mythicamagic

Goddess Yui 💗🌟

What kind of goddess do you think she would be? ///

Also I'm kind of annoyed at my past self for not mentioning it sooner, but I just wanted to clarify that my aesthetics and moodboards are of course inspired by the queen of aesthetics herself: @nutaella-kookie .

ATHENA GIRL by Nikita Gill

Her heart is wisdom skinned

and wit warmed splendor,

the echoes of a war cry holding

its four chambers together.

She rises like Athena

on a night of victory dancing.

She rises like the blood moon

in a sky of thousand nebulae bursting.

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Queen Yui aesthetic

Imagine living in a country with her as a queen omg

Moodboards yay! I'd love anything about Reiji Salami - maybe him realizing he made a mistake after killing his bride?

Reiji's remorse

Yay!! Another request!! Thank you so much!💕 Maybe for a little bit of context:

I definitly felt like Reiji has poisoned her. And in the process might have drank her blood one last time. The reason why he killed her was because he felt weak and vulnerable around her and this confused him.

I also thought that the bride had like this favorite spot: the lake. They used to go there together from time to time. After killing her and visiting the lake again, he saw her corpse emerging from the water. She still haunts him sometimes, but not as often as she used to.

Regret by Charlotte Brontë

Long ago I wished to leave

‘The house where I was born;’

Long ago I used to grieve,

My home seemed so forlorn.

In other years, its silent rooms

Were filled with haunting fears;

Now, their very memory comes

O'ercharged with tender tears...

Could I have a board of marrying Reiji? I love your work!

Thank you so so much!!!💕🥺 I hope this comes close to what you had in mind!! I also included bits of the wedding night as well!

Marrying Reiji

Variation on the Word Sleep by Margaret Atwood

I would like to watch you sleeping.

I would like to watch you,

sleeping. I would like to sleep

with you, to enter

your sleep as its smooth dark wave

slides over my head

and walk with you through that lucent

wavering forest of bluegreen leaves

with its watery sun & three moons

towards the cave where you must descend,

towards your worst fear

I would like to give you the silver

branch, the small white flower, the one

word that will protect you

from the grief at the center

of your dream, from the grief

at the center. I would like to follow

you up the long stairway

again & become

the boat that would row you back

carefully, a flame

in two cupped hands

to where your body lies

beside me, and you enter

it as easily as breathing in

I would like to be the air

that inhabits you for a moment

only. I would like to be that unnoticed

& that necessary.

Spending the Christmas night & days with Shu headcanons and aesthetic?

I know this took forever!! I'm so sorry!!!

Shu definitely isn't a big fan of christmas or any kind of festivities for that matter. He just doesn't understand, why some people act all bubbly and excited all of a sudden.

So based on this he can't help to comment on his s/o's behaviour when they get all happy and excited to spend their first christmas together as a couple.

But he also doesn't want to see his s/o sad, so he just plays along for their enjoyment e.g. occasionally playing a christmas related song on the violin, baking cookies and gingerbread men etc.

If his s/o is really good at convincing, you might be able to spot him wearing those "ugly" self made sweaters. As you might be able to guess already his brothers will tease him relentlessy.

In end I think he will see things quite differently, because the christmas he experienced with his s/o truly was very enjoyable and dare I say it fun.

Spending christmas with Shu

Winter Time by Robert Louis Stevenson

Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,   

A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;   

Blinks but an hour or two; and then,   

A blood-red orange, sets again.   

Before the stars have left the skies,

At morning in the dark I rise;   

And shivering in my nakedness,   

By the cold candle, bathe and dress.   

Close by the jolly fire I sit   

To warm my frozen bones a bit;

Or with a reindeer-sled, explore   

The colder countries round the door.   

When to go out, my nurse doth wrap   

Me in my comforter and cap;   

The cold wind burns my face, and blows

Its frosty pepper up my nose.   

Black are my steps on silver sod;   

Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;   

And tree and house, and hill and lake,   

Are frosted like a wedding-cake.

Shu Sakamaki: sloth

Cradle Song by William Blake

Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,

Dreaming in the joys of night;

Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep

Little sorrows sit and weep.

Sweet babe, in thy face

Soft desires I can trace,

Secret joys and secret smiles,

Little pretty infant wiles.

As thy softest limbs I feel

Smiles as of the morning steal

O’er thy cheek, and o’er thy breast

Where thy little heart doth rest.

O the cunning wiles that creep

In thy little heart asleep!

When thy little heart doth wake,

Then the dreadful night shall break

Hey! Another new blog yaay 😊 I hope you get a lot of fun asks. Your moodboards look really beautiful 😔🙏💕

Can I ask for a moodboard about Kanato falling slowly in love...? Romantic yearning, denying the truth, stalking his love interest, slowly realizing he is falling for them and will have to talk to them because just looking from afar is tearing him apart... 😳 something like that... 😳👉👈

Kanato slowly falling in love

My first request, yay!! Hope this comes close to what you imagined 💜

The Secret by John Clare

I loved thee, though I told thee not,

Right earlily and long,

Thou wert my joy in every spot,

My theme in every song …

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!! WOW!! SO Gothic!! Perfect for this time of the year!! 🐈‍⬛

Rule 1: Never walk up the staircase left of the entrance at any time other than between midnight and sunrise

[Mansion rules: Part 1]

Suitor(s): All vampires in Comte's mansion (technically; it isn't specified)

TW for this part: Panic, themes of horror (?)

Notes: Gender neutral mc || I was just having a really bad night and was wondering what could have happened if there was more of a horror element to ikevamp because... Y'know, vampires. That and it's October which means its basically Halloween which means its time for spooky stuff || The next part is considerably darker ngl

Rule 1 (you are here) || Rule 2 || Rule 4 || Rule 5 || Follow the rules

In the foyer, at the front of the mansion nearest to the main door leading inside, there's a weathered piece of paper, hammered into one of the sleek stone pillars which resembled the form of multiple people clinging together to form the shape if you stared at it for too long; any dents and inconsistencies creating images that couldn't possibly be a part of reality when your mind was faced with something that brought in such boredom as a plain white stone pillar.

The paper looked to be years old, much to old to still be able to hold itself together and get still managing to do so perfectly well despite the state of it, and on it was a detailed list; a list of rules to be precise.

The paper looked to be years old, much to old to still be able to hold itself together and get still managing to do so perfectly well despite the state of it, and on it was a detailed list; a list of rules to be precise.

Rule 1?

1. Never walk up the staircase left of the entrance at any time other than between midnight and sunrise, you may however walk down them any time you please.

During this time period, make sure to count the steps as you walk up them. There are 26 in total. If there are any more or less than 26 as you walk up, run directly to the Comte's room (it is the room straight ahead at the very end of the corridor that the staircase leads up to) and do not under any circumstances look back as you run to the room.

Once you enter the room, make sure to close the room behind you and lock it using both of the locks and make sure not to stand near the door until the footsteps have gone silent. Only then can you leave the room

It would sound ridiculous to anyone that hadn't already resided in the accursed place for as long as they had so they knew better than to question the rules. They were their for their own safety after all.

A few of them could remember the times that they went against the rules, this one in particular.

A spur of the moment thing for them, it was something that was so easy to forget and so easy to ridicule.

'...make sure to count the steps as you walk up them'

Count the steps, did he think them children that he could trick into believing something so impossible? They already agreed not to walk up them when it was not the allotted time but this was simply a mockery. Stairs could not manifest and disappear at will. It simply wasn't possible even from the perspective of those who had come to be vampires, beings which went against the sense of creation itself and yet...

They could all remember the tingle of fear that buzzed in the back of their minds in that split second moment as they wondered, how long have I been walking up those stairs?

The sense of unease that swept over them. It feelt like they've been walking for too long or did it feel like they should have taken longer?

The prickle of goosebumps against their skin as something in them subconsciously told them to run but what did they have to fear? They were immortals, let's go be untouched by the hands of time and yet the panic, even if minute in its intensity, made them stand on edge.

Did they perhaps forget something? Was their maybe someone near by?

The tap, tap, tap, of shoes against a carpeted wooden floor.

The sound reached them before it did and how thankful for this Comte was.

They were smart, some of the most brilliant minds in history. They knew to trust their gut. They may not have known the details but they had realised what they had forgotten.

Rule 1.

'If there are any more or less than 26 as you walk up, run directly to the Comte's room (it is the room straight ahead at the very end of the corridor that the staircase leads up to) and do not under any circumstances look back as you run to the room'

Few of them ran to the room, panicked by the sound that they could not find a source to, that seemed to follow a non-existent figure that sounded to get closer and closer.

Some walked with caution, not yet reaching past their point of suspicion but their pace hastened when the tapping got louder, faster. Was something chasing them? They didn't dare look behind them as they ran, fear of whatever disembodied spirit may be haunting them spurring them on to reach the room that was supposedly to be their solace.

Louder and louder. The tapping followed them to the very edge of the room, just outside the door. A slam and it was cut off.

Both of the locks. A click and the rattling of a chain blocking the path of whatever may have been following them.

Fearing to even breath, the stumbled back away from the door.

They could hear it louder now.

Tap, tap, tap.

Tap, tap, tap.

A shadow, another tap, another movement outside of the door.

Tap, tap, tap.

Gods, would it never stop?!

The incessant tapping rang in their ears, leaving them hyper aware of the blasted sound that seemed to only get louder and louder in their heads. Covering their ears, didn't help, nothing did, not even the prayers that many gave to a God that they did not see the existence of.

And then silence. It stopped?

The sound no longer echoed painfully in their heads and they took a moment to breath. The shadow was no longer then, stretching into the door from the crevice under the door.

Just what exactly was that?

The heavy sigh that was of them had heard from the pureblood that they had each seen in the same place, sitting at his desk, brought in almost a sickening dizziness to them.

Each one had had the same sentence reiterated to them and each of them knew better this time than to take the warning lightly this time around.

"It was a close call this time around. Count the stairs; next time you may not be so lucky and I don't think I would be able to handle the guilt of having lost you."

Each one had had a different reaction from mad panic to burning rage, their emotions tearing them apart.

And each one had gotten the same response.

He didn't know how many time that he had had to look at people he thought to be as his sons in a panic beyond rationality and simply shake his head with a sigh and say the same words. "I cannot tell you the extent of it but please, follow the rules. It's safer that way."

God, what he wouldn't give to be able to change it though.

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Carla's aesthetic and headcanons maybe?

I honestly don't know much about Carla, but I still tried my best! I hope you still like it!💕

I feel like Carla and Shin used to sneak around a lot in their different forms, especially in their wolf forms, when they were younger.

He's terrified of the fact that he starts forgetting the faces of his loved ones, especially his mother's. The reason why is not only because it has been a very long time since he saw her last, but also becasue of his illness Endzeit.

Carla's aesthetic

The Giaour [Unquenched, unquenchable] by George Gordon Byron 

. . . Unquenched, unquenchable,

Around, within, thy heart shall dwell;

Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell

The tortures of that inward hell!

But first, on earth as vampire sent,

Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent:

Then ghastly haunt thy native place,

And suck the blood of all thy race;

There from thy daughter, sister, wife,

At midnight drain the stream of life.