Hello my name is Hevnoraak; Hev, lich, or pigeon are some alternatives. I am nearly 30, and have been an alt individual for most of my life- I spend a lot of time doodling, writing, gaming, or reading. I have an interest in collecting dead things; bones, mummified remains, and I'm hoping to get my hands on some wet specimens... I typically call my brand of alt » Continue Reading
I wish I could write like I use to; a year ago I use to be able to just make something cool, in retrospect I wish I had appreciated it more. I wish I didn't feel so worthless, I hate this. » Continue Reading
Draconian HIM Trees of Eternity My Dying Bride Panic Priest Talk To Her The Deftones Tristania Theater of Tragedy Lacuna Coil Light World Reverie Killswitch Engaged None Murkrat Gormoth Unreqvited Type O Negative The Merry Thoughts The 69E » Continue Reading
πGloomcore/Dullcore/Dark Paradise. π Liminal space (I like the Russian liminal space pics). π Weirdcore/Liminal nightmare. π Traumacore is the only place where I feel safe to talk about things. πHorrorcore. » Continue Reading
This is the general label I use for my own alternative aesthetic; this came about because I got sick of using so many words to describe myself to nosey people. Lichcore is essentially what happens when you combine the following: πCrowcore/Ghostcore πWitchcore/Strega πDarkest Academia π Mallgoth or Nu-Goth That's it. That's the post. » Continue Reading
" Love is never gentle, nor does it leave without violence -love is as brutal as it is soft, it takes as much as it gives- and without restraint will consume without consideration. In that regard -love is toxic." -H.V. Moreau » Continue Reading
"Silence softly rushes- an echo whose figure lies forgotten, a ruin of nature's dystopia- a broken paradise where wildflowers blossomed, beauty now withers into thorny bramble- her love songs dessicated in the acid rain. The pillars of radiance fall into the squalor of humanity- the filth of hubris floods the forest gates, and her lungs heave poison like volcanic ash. What is cannot be without co... » Continue Reading
"The assurance of empathy is a broken mirror of hope- dead by December, its body host to maggots and mud. The wake of betrayal like a burial shroud stained in the essence of trust- a thick fog that cloaks the sundry underbrush where mercy lies mangled, matted fur caked with doubt- double crossed by dagger tips...." -"No Human Involved" H.V. Moreau » Continue Reading
"A tree without roots is born to die- and without veins a heart has no purpose, a shambling house- a walking corpse, its decrepit abode from which its rhythm omits..." -"Without Cause" H.V. Moreau » Continue Reading
"Harbinger I dub thee- king of the mountain bleak O! Forest black! battle worn and weather beaten bit the flesh with horn and tooth- his ax comes swinging- hammer crushing, on a steed with armor bleeding. Lead home the dead- deaf from mother's wail, lame of limb from grief stampeding!- between the beatings we hear the gods retreating, flee cowards flee- with hearts of glass, and blood thin as wa... » Continue Reading