FUROR DIVINUS

private nsfw horror oc written by cooper. est. july 2015. i. shrouded in cigarette smoke / the maker of his own evil. black incarnate.ii. filth, lies, & desolate sincerity ; an irredeemable monster boy.

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SHAKESPEARE AESTHETICS

TAGGED BY:   @nevermorx (heart emojis) TAGGING:   no one, cuz lazy

Macbeth:

the howl of wolves.   moonless nights.  dirt under fingernails.  stained silk.  chattering teeth.  voices hoarse and cracked.   rotting fruit.  echoing drums.  dry heaving.  hanging cobwebs.  stifling humidity. bloodshot eyes.  the roughness of rusted steel.  wild rosebushes.   muscle cramps.  the sound of splintering wood.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream:

crackling  fire.    ivy  crawling  on  stone.   the faint music of running water.   petrichor.   dirty, bare feet.  tattered clothing.  thistledown.   wilted wildflower crowns.   late evening birdsong.   curling leaves.  a symphony of croaking frogs.   drifting feathers.   the eerie sound of wind chimes at night.   humming bees.  beds of clover.

Romeo and Juliet:

warm golden lamplight.   worn shoes.    crumbling brick walls.   whispered poetry.   embroidered satin.   cool, hazy mornings.   tousled hair.   rosewater.  flushed cheeks.  distant orchestras.   unfinished marble statues. cobblestone  streets.   loose threads.   ink smudged on parchment.   tapping fingers.  dust illuminated by sunlight.   poison vials.

Hamlet:

shattered glass.   a cluster of fraying ribbons.   unanswered knocks on doors.   lingering dampness.  white noise.   inexplicable drafts.   migraines.   bleeding ears.   the taste of metal.   reflected mirrors.   dry, cracked lips.   the sound of tearing paper.   fogged windows.   memories of dreams.   tarnished silver.   protruding veins.

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MY MUSE, BY THE NUMBERS.

TAGGED BY: @theseelenine (my love <3) TAGGING: @nevermorx and no one else.

NINE MOVIES MY MUSE LOVES: it follows, stoker, nightcrawler, we need to talk about kevin, i saw the devil, eraserhead, the devil’s candy, the fly (1986), the loved ones

EIGHT SONGS THAT DESCRIBE MY MUSE: sad but true — metallica, atrocity exhibition — joy division, stinkfist — tool, all the love in the world — nine inch nails, shake the disease — depeche mode, how soon is now? — the smiths, lullaby — the cure

TEN WORDS THAT DESCRIBE MY MUSE: vulgar, callous, intimidating, ghastly, isolated, bitter, wrathful, passionate, liar, abandoned

SIX FEARS MY MUSE HAS: losing his sister or aiden, never getting the apology he thinks he deserves from his parents, not being good enough for the few people he cares for, the possibility that he could ruin his relationship, losing control, failing at his dreams (and having to admit that his parents were right all along)

TWO AMBITIONS MY MUSE HAS: to take over the planet and to become the next stephen king

ONE THING MY MUSE CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT: black coffee

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slowly working on bringing this ugly back. for like the 500th time, yeah, yeah, i know. but he refuses to leave me alone, so you all just have to deal.

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Anyone get that “my childhood was stolen and it’s not fair” kind of angry

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Violence is always lurking in sharp cheekbones and a handsome face.

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GHASTLYCHASE:

 ❛  Thanks  for  assuming  that  I  don’t  own  party  attire.  ❜        His  statement  didn’t  sting  her  as  much  as  it  might  other  women.      She’d  grown  accustomed  to  the  way  he  spoke  –––  the  hard,  irony  demeanor  that  should  at  this  point  be  labeled  as  EAU  DE  AHN  MOONSIK    (  trademark  pending  ).      Alice  hadn’t  known  him  very  long,    a  few  months  at  the  most.    The  better  half  of  it  was  spent  without  actually  ever  contacting  one  another  because  the  man  had  gone  completely  MIA  writing  his  novel.

 She  hadn’t  been  contacted  at  all  in  fact;    most  of  the  time,    it  was  her  barging  in  unannounced  with  claims  of  providing  resources  for  his  writing  in  exchange  for  anything  he  might  know  about  the  paranormal.      Alice  never  got  much  out  of  him  ––––  knew  that  she  annoyed  the  shit  out  of  him  too.      But  she  persisted  and  look  what  came  out  of  it.

 ❛  I’ll  go  with  you  and  keep  you  hydrated  on  the  red  wine.      And  for  the  invite  and  about  fifteen  minutes  of  freedom  to  go  talk  to  some  people,    I’ll  throw  in  some  free  girlfriend  act  so  you  don’t  have  to  engage  in  conversation.     Deal?  ❜

 ❛  What  could  POSSIBLY  go  wrong?  ❜

❝   I DIDN’T SAY YOU DIDN’T HAVE ANY. JUST THAT YOU PROBABLY DON’T OWN ANYTHING GOOD ENOUGH.   ❞   To him, there was a vast difference, but it was a derogatory statement not worth mentioning no matter what ( boy with the unhinged tongue! PRATTLING off whatever he pleased! ). He knew nothing of sensitivity, but he became outright VILE towards women ———— awful fucking things they were, all of them, especially nosy busybodies like her. The DISDAIN he wore was evident across taunt features, truly not in the mood to pretend more than he already had to.

Stuffing his keys in his pocket & slinking on his suit jacket, he situated himself in the mirror ( not allowing Alice to come anywhere near him ), making sure he appeared perfect as always.    ❝   Are you ready to go? We can stop at a store nearby before arriving at the party.   ❞ It would be his one DECENT ACT for the month, to buy this woman a glamorous dress, that she would later sell for some blurry, low quality BIGFOOT footage. Already low amount of patience was dwindling,   ❝   Yeah. Do whatever you want. Just... don’t get into any trouble or it’s my ass on the line.   ❞    With his head in hands, as if prophesying an oncoming headache, he muttered,    ❝   EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING COULD GO WRONG.   ❞

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LITERATURE QUIZZES: repost with your muse’s results for the following quizzes.

HOMERIC EPITHET  :     You are Moonsik, curse of men. Feel free to sign all your checks that way. This is the same epithet Homer attributed to Ares, the god of war. Ares was the lover of Aphrodite and basically everyone’s least favorite god. “Curse of men” he may be, but the ancient Greeks liked to tell stories that ended with him getting caught in nets and hit in the face with boulders, so.

FATAL FLAW  :     You’re blunt. You’re outspoken. Frankly, you’re kind of a jerk. But you get away with it because you’re usually right and also because you’re indispensable to the major plot. But honestly? It’s going to come back to haunt you. One of these days, you’re going to be TOO honest. You’re going to refuse to lie at a critical juncture, upholding your honorable caustic truthfulness, and you’re going to pay the ultimate price for it.

GREEK MYTHOLOGY DEATH  :     Killed by a wild boar sent by one of the gods. See, here’s the thing—someone sent that wild boar. It might have been Artemis, because she was jealous of your skill with a bow and arrow; it might have been Ares, who hated you; or it might have been Apollo, because your girlfriend blinded his son. There’s really no telling. You made enemies. This is just what happens when you’re too beautiful to even exist. Either way, you got mauled by a pig and are now dead, but you died in Aphrodite’s arms as she wept, so at least you've got that going for you.

LITERARY SETTING  :      You got “On the road!” Like so many literary characters (Huck Finn, Odysseus, Gulliver, etc.), you’re an adventurer and explorer at heart, and the literary setting that most closely matches your personality is, quite frankly…all the settings! You’re not meant to settle down in one spot—you’re the kind of person who hits up multiple parties in one night, and your insta is probably filled with pics of all the cool places you’ve travelled to. So embrace it! Take to the open road with your friends, run through a field of wildflowers in the middle of nowhere, and please get a pic next to the world’s largest Ketchup bottle.

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EMOTIONS  &  FEELINGS.

casual disdain

repressed bitterness

vicious rage that burns with more fury than a thousand fires

paranoia, suspicious, distrusting

pure adoration, heart racing with the desire to protect

COLORS.

the deepest, soulless black, the color of the void within

bright blood red from giallo films

muted grey, always there & never noticed; unremarkable

harsh blue, bordering on something darker, the color of loneliness

blinding ivory, obsessively scrubbed tiles, spotless clean

SCENTS.

whiskey breath & cigarette lungs

a loving black cat, who leaves his fur clinging to everything

luxurious soap; velvet to the skin, but never strong enough to scrub away your sins

books collected in mass, comforting & filling you with a sense of wonder

the chemical clean of a hospital room, after a fresh corpse has just been removed

CLOTHING.

horror movie & metal band tees

jeans, too long & tight on anyone else, ripped at the knees

countless sweaters, used to cover up even during the hottest summer days

fingerless gloves, discarded as items of a regrettable fake punk past

beanies, used to both cover up & intimidate; grown men in all black can’t be trusted

OBJECTS.

an endless amount of horror soundtracks on vinyl

beloved macbook, used to conjure all stories worth putting to digital paper

a collection of knives, kept just in case ( for the day he snaps, snaps, snaps )

stacks of comics hidden behind layers of shame

black credit card, which holds insurmountable power

VICES   &   BAD HABITS.

the disregarding of people & their feelings

lies, lies, everything that comes out of his mouth are lies

unhealthy obsession to the point where he can’t live fully

unable & unwilling to cook for himself, he orders takeout constantly; regularly forgets to eat at all

what is water? he only knows coffee & alcohol

BODY LANGUAGE.

purposefully hovering over you to show off his height

a blank stare, dead behind the eyes; black uncaring pools

stiff stillness, unwavering & mannequin-like

flighty hands unsure what to do with themselves, pick at lint or random bits of skin

a seemingly permanent scowl painted across handsome features

AESTHETICS.

the sense of dread you feel when you’re alone, but hear the sound of footsteps upstairs

a graveyard at night, fog setting over the horizon, chilling you to the bone

the halloween aisle of your favorite store, welcoming you to embrace your creepy side

the lone lit candle within a room of nothing but oppressive darkness

long, winding hallways; two figures standing at the end, waiting, waiting, waiting

SONGS.

raining blood — slayer

for whom the bell tolls  — metallica

buried alive by love — him

atrocity exhibition  — joy division

all the love in the world  — nine inch nails

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I. LOVE-HATE MOMENTS OVER MUSIC TASTES ACCOMPANIED WITH SILENT BONDING.Besides the fact that Jaebum has been alienated from mainstream society - he feels as if his taste in music still distinguishes him from the rest of the crowd to date. Music has, and always will be, his main emotional outlet. But he hadn’t come across anyone else who takes the same comfort as he does in the harsh riffing of electrical guitars. Until he met Moonsik. There is always some lurking feeling that finally comes to the surface whenever he freely discusses song recommendations with the elder male. The delayed feeling of full acceptance, perhaps? A lot of moments spent together consist of subtly humming along to playlists that goes on for hours and renewed positive body language cues. Yet just like the jarring clash between frantic drumming and screeching vocals, their few differences are starkly contrasted randomly.

When Jaebum is minding his own business, trying to avoid resting against the supermarket’s grimy food bar, he stormily stares ahead with the influence of Green Day reverberating in his ears. He’s almost ready to flip over the nearest food aisle when he feels an abrupt nudge to his side out of nowhere because he jumps nearly a foot high in the air. To worsen the situation, one of his earphones is roughly tugged out and he feels the familiar angle of someone hotly breathing on his neck. His hand immediately lashes out to punch the gut of his suspect but a voice stops him in a singsong tone that he cannot physically hurt his elders. He looks up.

“What are you listening to now? Listening to My Chemical Romance? Your broken up favourite band?” Moonsik teases as he dangles the earphone in front of Jaebum. He feels like showing the finger to him but he actually has manners unlike someone. The reminder is desensitising him now but his resentment still flares up. With a deep exhale, he stonily stares at Moonsik and debates on whether pawing for his earphone back like a pathetic meek cat or just running from the situation entirely. He just wants to enjoy his cheap coffee in peace.

“Ah, my heart is bleeding from that reminder. How dare you mention my past heartache,” he sarcastically scoffs as he rolls his eyes. He decides to shove the earphone into Moonsik’s closest ear before cranking up the volume for Know Your Enemy before he stubbornly turns his face away from him. “Do you know the enemy, Moonsik hyung? It’s the same idiots who have brainwashed you into becoming the world’s most childish goth boy.” 

A long retort of expletives escapes from Moonsik’s lips in response as he solemnly headbangs along. Jaebum sighs before increasing the volume even more.

II. OCCASIONAL LADDERS & HURT/INFLATED EGOS.

Height is an issue that never touched upon his irritation since he stands taller than the country’s 173cm height average. At times, he wished to lean towards the standard height if that meant less females scrutinising his figure. When he does occasionally encounter men taller than him, he usually gets irked. Not because of their height but because of the embedded arrogant cockiness that always comes a part of the package deal for a height over 185cm.

Which is one of the reasons why he cannot stand Moonsik at times. Moonsik is an overwhelming domineering force that thrives on the fact that he is significantly taller than others - Jaebum included. 

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holy bananas wow. It’s 5 am and the official one year anniversary of Kirsty’s blog. This is a huge milestone for any muse and for Kirsty especially. She was made on a whim and a little ‘ oh well i suppose i’ll give her a shot i love hellraiser haha ‘ and I figured writing her would lose it’s appeal eventually. But it absolutely did not and I think it’s because of the amazing folks I’ve met through this blog and how much fun they made writing her. So I find myself here, a year later, still meme-ing it up and having such a good time with her still. 

I know that you all have made this blog something special. The Horror Community has earned its place in my heart as one of the most welcoming and genuinely friendly places out there. You’re all incredible and I just – thank you for making this blog what it is. If I forget someone, I’m sorry in advance. 

I do wanna start with a group of people who have made this blog so much fun and are the ones who constantly bring me back – 

@devilsmorals​ / @evilwork​ || @arborian​ / @eatsvelvet​ || @serialclown​ / @greedbound​ || @eritvita​ || @littleostentatious​ || @bloodrule​ / @gooniemuscle​ || @schmendriiick​ || @yourneighbourjerry​ || @monstrauma​ || @hellmcuth​ / @hraunwyf​  || @puppycrushing​ || @henrybcwers​

And now for every blog that makes my dash an amazingly fun place to be: 

@fearframed | @fissarsi | @hornscrown | @hockstctter | @faceofabotticelliangel | @silverawayyy | @knifework | @wheelerisms | @willbeshot | @foulfirestarter | @clownlike | @strawpolls | @sanctamater | @somnes | @pueroimmersi | @corawhine | @winterbarger | @monstricidal | @chariotsofthegodsman | @twoparts | @hitghoul | @devilborn | @aslaughteredlamb | @clownleading | @regularite | @dyaud | @stantzed | @you-float-tooo | @crookedflesh | @svvampthing | @xprodigium | @calledemrys | @noktornel | @aurimortem | @guiltrauma | @skepticreal | @ripsoms | @fiirestarted | @hercrime | @bloodshow | @hhhotch | @normalwitch | @cndygirl | @talentforlying | @insomniiiac | @bcbysitter | @voorhes | @alldevouring | @eternalbunni | @brassbuilt | @addedx | @tracksdeath | @virginlit | @vicemirrored / @anabioun || @witchlineage | @foulfear | @alwysduck | @neverallnorman | @crueleyes | @bloodintolerant | @fullsuccubus | @butchertwin | @vampirovic | @tenderborn | @deliverybcy | @godclaw | @stitchfacekiller | @deviloutofhell | @axedhearts | @reignstoxic | @governingmouse | @iimpaled | @lycanbirth | @womenwritten | @murderdcddy | @grincarved | @xdahliawallacex | @demcnologist | @bloodiisms | @windigc | @quidprcquo | @tannen | @plasticslasher | @weremother | @neverparted | @xghxuls | @regiisms | @thedestrcyer | @adellaenchanted | @dollcursed

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