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@bleedsin
JEREMIAH 8 : 20 . the harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved. independent & selective original muse exploring boyhood in a small, gothic town in the south. prev. found on unbelong & sinnersacrifice. dark themes such as murder, child neglect & cult activity will be present. religious themes also present. do not follow if you are under twenty one. CARRD. MULTI MUSE.
also follow: @brainwrangler , @bleedsaint , @bleedfaith , @bleedmercy , @bleedsmokes & @bleedpain.
i’m moving atticus back to my multi! follow there if you like <3 @slashaer.
draeven , eric.
⸻ devil’s night had stolen so much from them ; & within the once comforting walls of their first home . eric’s full strength still lies out of reach , restrains him from standing tall & sturdy for his fiancé . that bloody evening , he hadn’t been fast enough — hadn’t been strong enough to rescue her from senseless brutality . he grows tired of awaiting his healing . to still walk independently is a miracle in & of itself . peeking inside , there’s a shred of hope shimmering inside that perhaps the universe will lend another forgiving hand .
yet when the stranger ( quite the fitting title ) lays hand upon him , sensation strikes something embedded within his subconscious, drawing his breath short & sharp . just as in his dreams ( visions of another life ? too visceral to be mere dreams ) , eric is awash by an engulfing wave … from this man’s touch , however , it steeps him in a cold , clammy mist . eric takes a couple swaying steps away — mystified — though not by any glimpse of god .
❝ that … that may be true , sir , but i’ll have to decline . ❞ a polite , wary nod . ❝ uh , with all due respect — i prefer to leave my fate up to myself . ❞
oh, the path of a nonbeliever. it’s okay, atticus understands why eric warily steps away from him. the power that could be felt from his fingertips was assuredly stifling. the preacher would force nothing upon the other man, for god has given the choice of free will, and only hoped that his people would choose him and his faith. a little convincing, however, never hurt anyone, did it? so with a gleam in his eye, he clasped his hands in front of him, staring at eric with a charming and vast smile. he’s a gentleman, the epitome of southern hospitality. to some, it would be unsettling. to the majority, who are often blind to evilness, they find it endearing.
‘ i understand. i know what yer thinkin’ — what’s th’catch? i can’t just be givin’ out miracles left and right and expect nothin’ in return! ’ a chiming laugh escapes atticus. ‘ well, i am. god’s given me a gift, mister draven, and all i wanna do is share that gift with anyone who’s willin’ t’listen. that’s all, ’ head tilts slightly as he looks at eric, slyly glancing over his weak form. with mara’s voice in his head ( she sees all and knows all ), atticus gains an image of what happened to him, why he was so bruised and broken, and he tsks, shakes his head. ‘ people, well — they can be cruel... devil’s night, wasn’t it? if it’s as bad as it sounds... ’ the preacher whistles. ‘ i can’t even imagine what you’ve been through. too much, that much i know. but god... he knows, an’ he’s willin’ to help you heal... if you’ll let ‘im, ’
atticus & adehline cook mara.
atticus only fully inherits the cult at 27, and then he’s killed by the demon mara at 30. so he’s literally only fulfilling his full potential for 3 years. even as he’s dying, that makes him very angry, and he threatens to come back as a divine being to ‘inact his revenge’. obviously that never happens.
cultstay , colton.
a sleepwalker, it felt like the truth. or at least part of the truth. there’s something about his dreams that find its way into reality. he doesn’t like his tone, it’s an unwanted reminder of the same tone his father once used. but he killed that guy and now, now, no one can take hold of his breath anymore. ❛❛ you’ve been told lies, the world is what you make it out to be. you don’t know what the world is like. ❜❜
blasphemy! never mind that the boy has never left lockjaw georgia, his home and the home of god’s followers. the world is nothing to compared to his personal one, and when colton speaks, it makes atticus angry. he smiles, though. he grins big and his eyes glisten at the others words. anger is only seen deep in fiery irises. ‘ ah, y’don’t really know much about me though, do ya? or us. or anythin’, ’ playful shrug is given, the boy moving hands to grip behind his back. ‘ would love t’teach ya. but y’gotta have an open mind, is all. ’ atticus leans forward a bit to murmur. ‘ not sure yer there quite yet, ’
frightes , melody.
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐏. with barred teeth there could be a comfort in the darkness. instead she was left in the stark daylight, as if she were under a microscope, and it left her vulnerable. melody doesn’t understand people like atticus, who can be so self assured. who seemed to believe in a bigger world than she had accepted. instead she was left with all this unknowing and doubt. there is a shaky smile as she tries to move past the feeling. “ i can try. ”
atticus enjoys empowering others, while still keeping them under an iron palm. the stronger they are, the stronger he is, in a sense, especially with the strength of their faith. should anyone get out of hand... well, atticus had ways of knocking them back down again. but melody was just beginning to know her limits, realizing that she could broaden them, that she didn’t need to be afraid. ‘ good. all y’can do is try. fer now, ’ hand squeezes her shoulder a bit too tightly before his hand falls back down to his side. ‘ what’s got you all tied up in knots, anyhow? maybe if y’tell me... i can help, ’
brainwrangler , cori.
HE HAD SAID PLEASE , ,so her shoulders fall and the small blonde sigh with a n o d , , ❝ OKAY ! ! okay fine - - you can but ❞ find hands tucking hair behind her ears , , and heart not as still as she wishes it could be ( why must he be so convincing ? ? ) it was so embarrassing to even be THOUGHT of as a r t , , ❝ if you don’t LIKE IT then just know … i told you so ❞
as if he wouldn’t like it. as if it’d be anything less than something someone might find at a museum. atticus was quite the artist, and he wanted the perfect muse, someone who would sit still and let him do as he wishes. cori always seemed like the perfect person for that. a triumphant laugh escapes the boy now, empty hand reaching out to take hers, squeezing them in gratitude. ‘ i knew you’d come around! i promise it’ll be worth it, ’ he begins to pull her toward his house, easel already set up in his backyard, right near the garden. ‘ you gettin’ me these watercolors, well — it’s got me all inspired! i wanna paint ya — right now! ’ atticus beams at her over his shoulder as they walk.
a child is born and he is given a name. suddenly, he can see himself. he recognizes his position in the world. for many, this experience, like that of being born — is one of horror. an independent & selective look into boyhood in a small, gothic town in the south. a muse & concept written & created by ash. read rules & info before following. must be twenty one plus to follow.
just some very atticus pictures of finn.
a child is born and he is given a name. suddenly, he can see himself. he recognizes his position in the world. for many, this experience, like that of being born — is one of horror. an independent & selective look into boyhood in a small, gothic town in the south. a muse & concept written & created by ash. read rules & info before following. must be twenty one plus to follow.
what do we think.
atticus is a really, really talented painted. he paints everyone around town, but usually it’s how he’d like to see them die / dead. gouged out eyes, stab wounds, rotting in his garden, etc.
PROMPT , when i imagine myself, i am always leaving. i couldn’t draw my own face if god asked .
‘ so yer lost — we’ve all been there, mister monroe, ’ except for atticus, the man who walks with god, and who’s faith is never shaken. but others in this town, they’ve all been lost, at one point or another. some came back, others didn’t, and of course the ones who remained lost had to be saved in other ways. he shakes his head in thought. ‘ ain’t nothin’ wrong with it. yer admittin’ it, so that means y’want help. ain’t that right? ’ man has a feeling that isn’t the case, but grin remains hopeful and eyes keep their gleam. ‘ great thing ‘bout god s’that he don’t ask us fer much. he’s always givin’, instead. so that’s one less thing t’worry about, huh? ’ @bleedsmokes.
brainwrangler , cori.
STUMBLING FEET MEET SHUTTERING BREATHS , , her finger curling around atticus’s as he spoke , , mind racing as he spits out word after word ( killed someone ? ? chopped him up ? ? ) brown hues stared back as she allowed her head to shake back and forth for SHE WOULDN’T TELL , , she wasn’t supposed to be HERE and surely she wasn’t supposed to see dead bodies , , ❝ i wont tell - - - ❞ her voice was soft as she spoke, , her tone and words finding their way around the bright smile , , and hopefully waltzing into his EARS , , ❝ i promise - ❞ find her pinky tighten once more as she LOCKED in her PROMISE ( ignore the fear in your chest ! ! for you don’t want to end up among the flowers ! ! ) hear the questions she had in her skull bounce around , , wonder if she was going to SPEAK THEM - but lips did not move she only allowed her gaze to turn into a STARE , , ❝ pinky swear ❞
he hoped she didn’t think he was going to kill her next. not now, not for simply knowing. her loyalty was too precious to him, and though fear atticus adored, he was not going to lay another finger on her, besides the pinky promise they now sealed with flesh against flesh. there’s a stretched moment of silence between them, just after cori makes her promise, and right before he speaks again. glance moves back and forth between her soft brown eyes, always warm when directed at him, seemingly even now, as he holds her with a grip so tight that it threatens to snap her finger. smile twitches a bit, their faces still an inch from one another’s. and then he finally lets go. ‘ i knew i could trust ya, miss cori, ’ stepping away, atticus makes it a point to pretend this never happened. hands flatten his plaid shirt, deflate dark curls, and his grin is now friendly once more. ‘ knew it from th’start. there’s somethin’ special ‘bout ya, ain’t there? ’ menacing gleam sparkles in his eyes. ‘ yer a great friend, that’s fer sure. anyone ever tell y’that? ’
bleedsaint , andrew.
“ AND WHO, gives you your revelations ? ” it was rich coming from him, hearing how this was some sort of PATH that there were unavoidable events. he calls bullshit on that. “ you’ve never … questioned, or even second guessed that path ? ”
he chuckles up towards the heavens, not at god, but at those he decided to create. men like andrew, who grew out of their faith far too quickly. when atticus looks at him again, he keeps the shadow of a smile. ‘ why question somethin’ so perfect? th’notion that someone loves you... unconditionally. that someone’s lookin’ out fer you no matter what, ’ a shrug of his shoulders as hands fold at his hips. ‘ god granted me a path, and i’m stickin’ on it. you’d be some kinda fool not t’do th’same, i reckon, ’
bleedfaith , mercy.
† ⋯ once the cookie was taken, mercy gripped the plate close to her stomach as she smiled, though behind that was a sadness. he had asked her what was troubling her, and there was only one person she couldn’t keep things from and that was him. " but they said … they said i needed to be saved. said i needed out of this place. " the girl had already been baptized, atticus’ father had done it personally. from the moment she was born she was involved in the church and with atticus and his family, and when she began to hear the word of god through gabriel, that sealed the deal. she was special but some of the things being whispered to her did not sound like the god she had been raised to know and love and it was those thoughts ( and admittedly, her actions ) that had caused her parents to think that maybe it was not the holy ghost communicating with her, but something darker. more sinister. which was why they were going to send her away to the convent – away from lockjaaw and away from the impure words being taught ( her mothers words, not her own ). lips pursed some as she tried to keep herself from tearing up, she didn’t want to leave. this was all she knew – he was all she knew. " how are you gonna stop’m, atty? i don’t want to go. " grey eyes were almost impossibly large as she looked up at him, searching his face for some kind of resolution. the plate was almost dropped as she stepped closer to her friend and her free hand reached out to his in an attempt for some comfort.
‘ shhh sh sh, hey — it’s all gonna be alright, ’ without hesitation, atticus takes the plate, sets it behind him before he reaches forward to embrace mercy fully into his arms. the touch is warm, and too tight. a snake constricting around its pray. he’s always been persuasive, even before teenhood, before he was fully upright on his feet. everyone seemed to be wrapped around his finger — the miracle child ; they must listen to him, watch him, give him everything he desired. glad to find that his friend was no different, atticus leaned a cheek against the top of mercy’s hair, long fingers rubbing comforting circles into her back. ‘ y’trust me, don’t cha? ’ he already knew the answer. ‘ ain’t nothin’ i can’t fix. y’know that. and i promise on my mama’s life that they ain’t takin’ you nowhere, ’