#royaltycore

DAGGERS ARE FUCKING PRETTY!!!!! THROWING KNIVES ARE AMAZING!!!! SWORDS ARE SO SEXY!!!!! I WOULD LIKE A COLLECTION OF POCKETKNIVES ONE DAY AND WHAT ABOUT IT!!!! 

i have no idea whether bobbing the tea bag up and down actually does anything but it’s nice to feel like i’m contributing in some way

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With a dark purple royalcore aesthetic // requested by anon

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Ah my favorite trope—Petulant Royal and Steadfast Knight to Lovers

Royalcore

Colors: Silver, brown, blue, red, gold, white, pink, purple

Values: Refinement, morality, duty, status, elegance

royalty core, not exactly dark academia.

would you like to receive a personalised poem with immaculate vibes of your favourite aesthetic? you’re welcome to buy me a coffee and I shall fulfil your wish.

With a weight on my chest I used to carry on, ‘til thou cradled me in, nursed me back to health, breathed in the stead of my broken lungs. And like eternity is nothing but a short while, I forgot about my earthly flaws and the sense of suffocation; breathing was no longer my concern, the burdens not mine to carry. I buried them in my memories – “If only, if only.”

Thy light gave away in time and left me rotting in but a shadow. Maggots and worms infested my lungs again, a steady weight settled back in its place. Just as all nights end with a breaking dawn, the sun must sink to the far west in its time, to leave behind the mourning mortals with their longing for the light. “If only, if only.”

With my light inevitably stolen, I now bleed the gold thou poured in me. Spill out the silver; the bronze and copper, too. Each too heavy for me to hold in this shell bursting at the seams. Light slips through the sorrow, takes blight like sand on my palm, leaves me with no air in my folding lungs, pushes down on mine own chest.

If only, if only.

FUck wearing pretty dresses and having long hair or embodying the ‘girly’ academia aesthetic that I see so often.

My pronouns are your majesty/my grace, and I wear pretty white blouses with ruffles, black suit pants and boots, have fluffy hair and a mullet to match, and look like a lesbian princesx who just came out of an anime or fantasy tv show

that’s it, that’s the post

My darling beloved, shall thou use me as a shield from the world? Let me be not thy knight – thou never needed anyone to fight in thy stead. Indeed, may I serve this purpose of mine and ward thee until I fall in ruins? May thou battle fiercely and with fire, even as mine own soul departs from this earthborn body; may thou not weep but soldier on instead. When thou are done, I shall be waiting for thee on the shores of afterlife and never leave thy side again.

You make my soul sing
Now I’m left tossing and turning, a fever dream
In ghost pain my body trembles
At the thought of days where you might not be.

Like a fool, I’ve beared myself to you
So carelessly, I’ve let you pry me open
But I’ve never thrived on regrets
And I can’t live with could-have-beens.
Without you? Maybe,
Though I wouldn’t dare to try.

Oh, how I long to be surrounded by soil and moss,
I crave to graze the earth where no man shall cross,
Run adrift, enfolded in the morning dew’s golden gloss.

My, how I yearn to flee from the cold streets of a city,
The manufactured, man-made, artificial essentiality;
My life only a hinge in a mad machine, as it glides on by.

I lust for a no-man’s-land, I wish to be left wild to roam,
To grow a root wherever I come to a still, call it a home,
Become the nature’s bride until I shall meet my gloam.

As thy knight I swore to never quiver,
An oath broken as out of me pours a red river.
It is not the fear; for I’d rather go now,
My deeds done, I lay to rest my arrow and bow.
In your arms I grow cold and thou weep,
Thou cry out for me as if thou were the one to bleed.
Mark my words and mistake me not; I wish not to leave,
But if it means thou need not, I’ve no regrets to grieve.
Even if my body is cut down on this battlefield,
Even if this time I’ve lost – my soul shall not yield.

I wish I could write thee a letter,
For dear, I am at the end of my tether.
And still, I cannot speak of my passion or sorrow,
Not when I live on emotions I only may borrow.
For this, I must beg thee for pardon –
Not all of us grow with roses in our garden.
Yet on this I shall swear; one day I’ll pen thee none a sweet sonnet,
Only true words that will make thee blush under thy lovely bonnet.

Wait for me, my darling, and I shan’t betray my promise,
Meanwhile, may my artless deceit bring thee temporary solace.

more (uncommon?) dark academia songs

I’m not a vampire (revamped) – Falling In Reverse (the vibes are fucking immaculate)

Starry starry night – Lianne La Havas (from Loving Vincent)

La Reine – Angèle

Lo Que Construimos – Natalia Lafourcade

Lie – Jimin (from BTS, I’ve linked the short film version but you can easily find the full version)

Blood Sweat and Tears – BTS

Delicate – Damien Rice

Delicate – Scott Quinn

While your lips are still red – Nightwish

Perhaps I was destined to run from thee
for it seems all I reach for is doomed to die.
Alive – it looks the most lovely on thee,
and I’ve no heart to taint thy beauty with the dreary face of death.
I’m a weak man with a weaker soul, my love; should I come to pass one day, I’ll be laid at thy feet to forever beg for forgiveness.

Once upon the olden days there was a deceitful matron. She’d an eye out for a little lass who had an alley as his hearth and home. She selfishly wanted him – so she came and conquered, took him to her dwellings, gave him refuge in the midst of a minefield.

It took no longer than ‘til the latest hours when he already strayed away on his own, not knowing she’d awoken. The poor boy lost himself deep into the waking night with the north star as his sole companion. And yet, even the starlight shied away at the woman who wished to not let him go. She plagued him as he wept, “I beg of you, have mercy on this meager child.” I heard a hollow laughter and a miserable cry, witnessed her steal an arm to keep a part of the boy by her side.

At last the matron let him flee, supposed he’d evermore be a flightless bird. Still, as the night gave away and the sun rose in the east, he got up on his feet and prevailed in spite of all his misery.

He was free and lone, having fought a losing battle. He went against the odds and lived to see another day, wandered toward newfound glory, fortune and prosper.

So even that little boy thrived – knowing, remembering, celebrating, mourning. And only because he knew and could remember, in the end there was more laughter than there had been sorrow in the night.

Waiting for messages not sent
Longing to answer calls never dialed
Reaching for arms that don’t know how to hold
Leaning to lips I’m not tall enough to kiss
And yet, yet now I grieve
At the memory of you –

I didn’t get the word you’d leave, I didn’t see you go
Though I think I used to, now I cannot dream
As the days bleed I begin to lose my sight
First, I forget the way you used to look
Then how you used to sound
How you felt to touch
Your light perfume
I cannot recall
you.

Devil in me – Gin Wigmore (fave)

Black sheep – Gin Wigmore (another fave)

Shoot him down! – Alice Francis

Call me devil – Friends in Tokyo

Epiphany – from Sweeney Todd 

I can’t decide – Scissor Sisters

Let him burn – from American Satan

Heathens – Twenty One Pilots

Boy meets evil – J-Hope (BTS)

Man down – Cover by Zhavia 

You know I’m no good – Amy Winehouse

Bang bang – Nancy Sinatra (from Kill Bill)

I recommend looking into Finnish mythology. There is a work that is named Kalevala which is the national collection of Finnish myths in poetry form. I would even dare to call it the Finnish Iliad and Odyssey.

Elias Lönnrot traveled around Finland between the years 1828 and 1838 to collect the poems which were originally in song form. The myths originate from as far as 1000–500 BCE, some of which explain the creation of the world and others are epic stories about shamans, powerful women and men thirsting over the beautiful women of the stories.

You can find English translations on Amazon, but also elsewhere if you look it up.