what if i brought icarus back...
if icarus was in the bad girls club he’d start a roasting fight then get fucking scorched to death
cursedfly-blog1 reblogged
arafinwean-deactivated20150527
one.
He burns like holiness, like glory, like the fire of a sun not yet seen and you can’t help but stare.
He is fire and ash and burning, burning, burning.
(Fire was not made to be held in human skin.)
two.
He is rage and ruin, sorrow etched into the space when bone meets muscle.
You don’t think he’ll ever die.
three.
Fire always burns itself out.
Only The Sun Would Be Brighter
- Keith J. Castillo
(via acxlyte)
‘ WHAT’S A GOD TO A NON-BELIEVER ? ’ sacrificed his soul to the burning sky , his eyes only see the sun , the clouds , his mind thinks in the colors of the sunrise and the symphonies of early birds. the day ian maceo opened his eyes and realised that he’s the creator of his own heaven and damnation was the day he could say he’s free , although the idea of a god or more gods watching and judging him still made him freeze with fear. he laughs , however , wild flowers in his eyes as he averts his gaze from the sunlight. ‘ no church in the wild , kanye west. ’
cursedfly-blog1 reblogged
fun facts about icarus !
- icarus has always been reborn and every time his death was just as tragic. his last reincarnation happened in 1996, in the MACEO family in athens. icarus doesn’t know of his tragic story but he gets memories from it , he is heavily influenced by his fall and his first death. his dreams and nightmares are about flying, about falling into the ocean and drowning.
- icarus is OBSESSED with wings and flying. he will mention them in every conversation and compare mundane activities / things to them. he paints wings and angels , he paints fragments of his dreams and he’s slowly realizing who he is.
- the memories & dreams came with a case of ptsd and chronic pain.
- his speech pattern is altered by his soul’s age, which is why he will sound weird or dramatic when he speaks.
anyway, alec lightwood is my baby, my bean, the light of my life,
cursedfly-blog1 reblogged
❝ you need to turn that frown upside down. ❞ it’s more that she’s always annoyed that he never seems to smile when she visited. she came bearing gifts —- the best pizza in the country and he still wasn’t happy with her. she couldn’t win and it frustrated her to no tomorrow. she wasn’t a bad person. she was talented , beautiful. had been beloved of both her mother and father and had been to the stars and back.
head tips to the side as she holds a slice of pizza , waiting for him to say something snide. ❝ you should at least pretend you don’t hate me so you don’t annoy your parents . ❞ && @cursedfly
❝ YOU NEED TO STOP BITCHING and talking about me or to me. how does that sound ? ❞ saccharine smile , elegant and charming unlike the words that left his mouth. ianmaceo is not the kindest of men and he oft crosses the line with the things he says , staying true to his GREEK TRAGEDY nature. instead of serving a slice as well, he sits back in his seat and crosses his legs while tracing the outline of chiselled jawline.
❝ don’t worry , they already know i don’t like you. they’d comfort you, anyway. ‘ oh ,darling , did ian say something mean again ??? we’re so sorry ! ’ ❞ he mimics the voice of his mother , ending the phrase with a snort and a roll of eyes. ❝ poor little vitti. ❞
cursedfly-blog1 reblogged
if you’d like to plot, please like this post !
if you’d like to plot, please like this post !
cursedfly-blog1 reblogged
safetyslain
i love comforting nihilism. who cares, we’re all gonna die. eat that cake. buy that eyeshadow. be nice to people. you dont owe the world shit. the stars dont care about what we do. give anyway because why spend your eighty years on this rock miserable and making other people miserable. the sun is going to blow up and we’re all gonna die someday. make the most of what time you do have. use the fine china for taco night and microwave lunch. smell the flowers. tell a stranger they are beautiful.
some1 please slap ian into reality and make him #remember !!!
@atherio ❀ -- starters call.
HORRORS OF WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN DEATH still make him jump at every noise , ever door slam , every loud car engine. night terrors are no news to him , they’ve always been there and ian thought he got used to them but they were more and more intense, more vivid than when he was a child in his parents’ care. ‘ i lack the energy to come up with an interesting topic. ’ truly uncharacteristic of ian maceo to be this quiet and disconnected. the boy who felt the world now lived outside of it. ‘ i think a drink would make it easier. want one as well ? my treat. ’
bruh i’m in love with my dash icon.
@hookthroat ❀ -- starters call.
‘ I’M SORRY ------- ’ he approaches with caution and anxiety but his smile hides it all ( or he hopes it does ). golden eyes shadowed by fatigue , widened caffeine pupils , this is not as professional as ian hoped it would be and he can feel his father’s disappointed glare knifing him in the back , like a ghost haunting for revenge. however , he clutches the notebook in his hands harder and straightens his back in hope that it would improve his damaged image. ‘ i’m an arts student and i’m working on a project about human beauty. would you be interested in modelling for me ? ’
CLOUDS SUFFOCATED BONES hurt worse with every rain droplet that hits the ground. it is all a symphony , it reminds him of the pianist his mother admired so much , of the music his father would listen after a long day at work. these memories are a buzzing noise and nothing more. the bitterness of the coffee kept his mind anchored to this world , though the caffeine only amplified the aching. ‘ this coffee isn’t that great. do you like it ? ’
cursedfly-blog1 reblogged
——– like this post for a starter !! ❀