luminous hearts, we share

indie multimuse roleplay blog for an original project - penned by Chel -

[reveriiea]

      They  called  you  a  𝙼 𝙾 𝙽 𝚂 𝚃 𝙴 𝚁.

                     One  day—          the  title  finally  fit.

[reveriiea]

     ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ                         ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀѕᴛ …

     ѕᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ           / 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 / ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ      ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ѕᴀᴍᴇ            ᴍɪѕᴛᴀᴋᴇ  / 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞 /

[sanellydicarmens-deactivated202]

Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles.

[darkearthsuggestions]

How can I find myself when all that I see are glimpses? The ripple in the pool, a word caught on wind, traces of fur on the edge of a thistle– I am like a hunter tracking my own footsteps, but the path is old and the rain is coming, and soon all will be washed away. 

[grifterfiona]

It’s not like the old stories, is it? The noble warrior facing evil in search of victory and honor. Clear dividing lines. No, this place is not quite like that.

[adharkaalo]

“For every battle won, a greater battle takes its place, and so it goes until we fall.”

— Druth, Hellblade: Senua’s Sacrifice

[veilofadyingstar]

“Have you ever died before? It’s a serious question. When the illusion of self is shattered, you simply cease to be. Though it may not seem that way to others, you know when it is true. You can feel it. A stranger in your own body. An impostor. And nothing is the same ever again.”

— Hellblade: Senua’s Sacrifice

[hazy-october]

source

[falllingplanet]

baroque architecture in blue

[rpmusings-galore]

                          these   ( mountains )   that you are carrying

                                  —— you were only supposed to climb

[pastel--psycho]

Another Ravenclaw Aesthetic.

-Xiao.

[jupiter-suggestion]

hold me until i am human again.

[aznaudrey]

wow

[greyvvarens]

philippine myth creatures gothic

they talk of creatures lurking in the night, always reminding you of their ways whenever you do something bad. using your fear as a way for you to obey them.

they talk of the tiyanak, and how they attract travelers by imitating a baby cry and then attack the victim. you walk home late one night from school, you hear the baby crying, not so distant. you stop for a second, the hairs on your arms rising, a shiver running down your spine. you resume walking. you don’t turn back.

you remember the tikbalang one time you got lost with your friends. you drive and drive but you keep returning to that tree with the branches that look like arms and it feels eerie. you had your stereo on full volume and you turn it down. you tell your friends to keep quiet and to turn their shirts inside out. you keep driving and this time you get out. but it’s been five hours when it felt like five minutes.

you think of the manananggal when your mom gets pregnant. you think of it flying to your house and using its long proboscis-like tongue to suck out the heart and blood of your would-be sibling. you think of its severed torso, the upper doing the job while the lower just stands there. you sit up every night waiting for it. you don’t get much sleep, too scared to sleep in case it comes.

you wait for your friend one time. you hear, ek ek ek. it seemed very far so you don’t pay much attention to it. you tell your friend this and they say it was probably an ekek, similar to the manananggal. your friend also says that they fool people into thinking they were far when they were actually very close.

your mom tells you that your maid’s mother is an aswang, a vampire-like witch ghoul. your maid is probably one too. you remember what happened to your neighbor, how he didn’t seem like himself and then he became sick and died. you hear people saying it was your maid and that it was the way of the aswangs to replace their victims with doppelgangers only to become sick and die. you’ve been very nice to you maid ever since. you don’t know who’s real, you don’t know who’s a doppelganger.

these are some of the creatures you’ve been afraid of your whole life. they tell you to let go of it. they tell you it’s not real. but you can’t, you can’t, you can’t.

[dappermouth]

No path can lead you there or back. You need to go alone.

[dappermouth]

These woods ring with a shrill, sad cry, fading in the foggy pines.

[florescentlcvesickness]