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* \     ...     you poor thing,   sweet mourning lamb.     ｡𖦏

[harpalt]

: ̗̀⁍ ( Ი𐑼 ) 𖥻 harpalt : swedish, noun. ᴹᴱᴬᴺᴵᴺᴳ leveret, a young hare. — the sister from tarsier studios' REANIMAL ... private portrayal, based in a personal interpretation of the game's events ⅋. additionally fleshed out through headcanon ; please read information before following / not spoiler free. (s)low activity and cherished by bee.

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salting a wound to preserve for longer

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𓏲 ๋࣭◌ ... @isjomfrue ﹙⌖﹚ 036. a long, winding road. ⌗prompt. *\\

this had been a busy street once, hadn't it ? she thought so, but her memory wasn't what it used to be. what wasn't riddled with holes had gone grey, as hazy and washed out as sea fog on the horizon. the basics were there, everything she ought to know about life, but the particulars only came to her in bits and bobs. like little pieces of debris, floating up from the ocean's depths to its surface. she remembered some places used to look nicer, before the bombs and the men with their heavy guns came, but were not all that nice themselves. she was fairly certain she remembered cars always racing up and down this way, fast enough that you could feel them whizzing by in the air if you wandered too close — that's right, her and her brother had walked this way once, she was positive. maybe one of their friends had been with them too. there had been no fireflies out that night ( or glow - worms, as bucket called them — maybe it was him that had been there too. ) only headlights.

“ it's an awful long way, but ... ” she began slowly, her voice quiet, a little flat in tone. however bustling it once might have been, now there were only a few stray vehicles, dotting the cracked asphalt here and there, long abandoned by their passengers. some appeared to have broken down mid - drive, others veered off into the overgrown grass. a few miles away, she could just make out what appeared to be two that had collided together, head - on. she did not want to linger too much on those.

one hand absentmindedly reached for tora's ; they were always a little cold, but she didn't mind. the girl was no better herself, what with the dampness that clung to her hair and smell of salt that never lifted. “ i think i know where this goes. there's an old mill up ahead, some shacks along the way ... ”

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also btw saying this now. if u love me at my Gritty silent hill - esque horror kid muse you need to also love me at my mascot horror kid muse. who i do in fact take seriously bc i can't be normal about anything ever. whenever i finish overhauling him that's not up to me that's up to my immune system and this wretched weather.

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𓏲 ๋࣭◌ ... @bravebitten ﹙⌖﹚ 028. an empty playground with squeaky swings. ⌗prompt. *\\

the sun sat low in the sky, swollen and rich like a heavy, overripe fruit ; a blood - orange rupture in the horizon, soaking the thick grass in its late - day warmth. it's summer again. and what a lonely time it could be. familiar faces scattered to the winds by their own excitement and plan for the season, the humid days stretching on and on — the nearby school stood still and empty, its yard just as barren. had everyone gone on to have their fun without you already ?

as the dog days dragged by, the playground equipment would bake under that bright sun, metal hot enough to burn and plastic sticky with sweat. but right now, just early enough in the month, just close enough to sunset, it was bearable. a little gloomy, maybe, in its solitude ; but at least bearable in regard to the heat. the rusty white noise of a swing gently swaying joined in the hum of cicadas, the sun sank lower, and there could at least be a melancholic peace in that.

until the quiet was interrupted by a much sharper, higher - pitched sound. the chains holding up the swing to his right complaining as something plopped into the seat — someone. “ sorry - i don't mean to bother. can i sit here ... ? ”

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𓏲 ๋࣭◌ ... @1scream ﹙⌖﹚ 006. a funhouse's room of mirrors. ⌗prompt. *\\

through the looking glass we go once more. the girl walked with the slow, careful steps of a hare grazing amongst tall grass, her hand feeling along the cool glass as she went. her eyes, however, remained glued to the floor ; watching her own feet pad across the glimmering tile below. it left her dizzy, the sight of her own reflection in double, triple, quadruple — twisting, bending, stretched out impossibly far like she was pulled taffy. beneath the woozy spell, her mind festered with all sorts of unwanted thoughts, the rotten kind that swarmed with hungry flies. unbidden images of flesh being distended just so, ballooning out like the corpses of the drowned until it popped or flattened into a pancake like some unlucky creature strewn along asphalt. she blinked, a half - minded attempt to clear away the sights burning themselves into her retinas. she swallowed, choking down a little lump that'd formed in her throat. don't think about it. “ awfully confusing place ... ”

the girl huffed, taking a moment to collect herself before raising her voice to a tentative shout. she was not alone here, after all. a child and rabbit tumbling down make quite the pair, and she would hate to go unheard. “ don't you ever get lost ? ”

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𓏲 ๋࣭◌ ... @pa-wn ﹙⌖﹚ the only solution was to stand and fight. ⌗prompt. *\\

boys toting guns half their body weight played a double - dutch tandem with a schoolyard scrap in her mind, both ending in the same, sad way. face - fulls of mud and crushed cartilage, the ruptured blood vessels of someone's nose leaving a shiny, dark puddle in the dirt. didn't matter what struck first, be it the rear end of a firearm or a bigger kid's knuckles, both were heavy enough to leave a bruised lump. both bullied, pummeling fragile skulls into the ground just because they could. because no held no weight to speak of at all. the girl's arms, pale and willowy, looped around her knees ; hugging them against her chest where the linen of her gown chaffed against the gooseflesh of her skin. “ how awful ... ” came her mumbling voice, low in pitch and flat in it's affect. a resigned, softhearted sentiment, as weak and fleeting as a dying animal's last few bleats. she shivered.

“ some deserve it, ” the little rabbit began again, words leaving her in an exhale, more tumbling after before she could gather her breath again. “ doesn't make having to hurt people feel any better, or having to do anything, really. ” said in spite of the crude dagger at her side, hanging from a makeshift belt and burning against her flank like a hot iron. she made a deliberate point to not acknowledge it, nor to look up and meet the older girl's gaze, unwilling to see whatever would meet her there when the topic at hand pressed at her heart as sharply as her blade would.

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REANIMAL (2026) | Scenery Appreciation (vol 3-?)

[ohisms]

↪     𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 , updated .     (  a  collection  of  various  settings  meant  to  inspire  drabbles  or  be  used  as  prompts .   )

001.   the seaside ,  as the sun is setting .

002.   a cabin in the middle of the woods .

003.   a picket-fenced home in the suburbs .

004.   a dark bus stop lit only by street lights .

005.   a private jet miles high in the sky .

006.   a funhouse’s room of mirrors .

007.   an office building ,  bustling and busy .

008.   the back row of an empty movie theater .

009.   a run - down motel room .

010.   a loud house party on a suburban street .

011.   a university lecture hall during a class .

012.   the rooftop of a very tall building .

013.   a great ballroom during an elegant party .

014.   the back of a wailing ambulance .

015.   the wine cellar of a large mansion .

016.   behind the school’s gymnasium .

017.   a boisterous bonfire at the lakeside .

018.   an otherwise empty parking lot .

019.   the shady bar of a noisy , dark club .

020.  the grounds of an empty summer camp .

021.   a large hedge maze ,  easy to get lost in .

022.   a neglected or derelict treehouse .

023.   a spacious ,  light-filled meadow .

024.   an underground illegal fighting club .

025.   an abandoned scrapyard .

026.   a large penthouse overlooking the city .

027.    an apple orchard in the middle of spring .

028.   an empty playground with squeaky swings .

029.   an extravagant greenhouse .

030.   the base of a large waterfall .

031.    a spacious walk - in closet full of lovely clothes .

032.   a solemnly quiet hospital room .

033.   the dark depths of an abandoned mine .

034.   the deck of a fishing boat at night .

035.   the thick crowd of an audience at a show .

036.   a long ,  winding road .

037.   the scene of a violent crime .

038.   a fork in a hiking trail deep in the wilderness .

039.   a cramped dressing room .

040.   a dusty antiques shop full of relics .

041.   the street of an unfamiliar city at night .

042.   between the tall shelves of a thrifted book shop .

043.   a building abandoned during construction .

044.   a house without power or running water .

045.   a mysterious trail found in the woods .

046.   the back of a taxi stuck in traffic .

047.    the inside of an elevator that won’t move .

048.   fairgrounds during a large event  (or after hours) .

049.   a garden bountiful with flowers or produce .

050.   a childhood home or bedroom .

+   30  more  setting  prompts :    1 / 3 / 2024

051. the site of a horrible accident .

052. a closed pool , after everyone has left .

053. a home holding horrific memories .

054. by the side of a dangerously quick river .

055. a private hotel room .

056. a police station in the middle of the night .

057. a ferris wheel carriage under a sky of fireworks .

058. a lavish , invite - only party .

059. a public transit stop as rain is pouring down .

060. the back of a taxi going in the wrong direction .

061. the underworld .

062. a dusty , forgotten attic .

063. on the set of a television show or movie .

064. a lighthouse overlooking the raging sea .

065. in a post - apocalyptic bunker .

066. on a ship hundreds of miles from the nearest coast .

067. on the rooftop of a perilously tall building .

068. a tent pitched in the middle of the woods .

069. a crowded stadium during a football game .

070. the morgue during an identification .

071. an otherwise empty library during a late study session .

072. a place that feels familiar , yet you've never been here before .

073. a long hallway that seems to stretch on forever .

074. a signpost at the start of a hiking trail .

075. a bar or tavern bustling with life .

076. the dance floor of a masquerade ball .

077. inside of a car parked in a secluded area .

078. at the edge of a cliff overlooking a large lake .

079. inside a very old house with very old haunts .

080. the antiseptic interior of a space station .

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 . ( a collection of lyric prompts based on various works by florence + the machine . adjust phrasing as necessary , will likely be updated in the future . )

it's always darkest before the dawn .

we will find new saints to be canonized .

holy water cannot help you now .

the horses are coming , so you'd better run .

i never felt so alive and so dead .

i'm damned if i do , i'm damned if i don't .

i've always been in love with you .

what has been done cannot be undone .

i don't care whether i live or die .

we will never be afraid again .

i feel nervous in a way that can't be named .

it was so far a fall , but it didn't hurt at all .

the saints can't help me now .

i want to find you and tear out all of your tenderness .

sooner or later , the things you love , you lose .

run fast for your mother , run fast for your father .

i like to think , at least , things can't get any worse .

i would give all this and heaven too .

i was in the darkness , so darkness i became .

all my stumbling phrases never amounted to anything worth this feeling .

in order to get to the heart of things , sometimes you have to cut through .

i'll be dead before the day is done .

time after time , i think "oh lord , what's the use ?"

the heart is hard to translate , it has a language of its own .

it was all so strange and so surreal .

i'm not here looking for absolution .

now and then , it seems that life is just too much .

be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers .

if you could only see the beast you've made of me .

pretty little face stopped me in my tracks .

i'm aching to attack .

you want a revelation , some kind of resolution .

it's so easy to say it to a crowd , but it's so hard to say it to you aloud .

i don't want your heart , it leaves me cold .

i am no mother , i am no bride , i am king .

she's a cruel mistress , and a bargain must be made .

well , me and my ghosts had a hell of a time .

with all my education i can't seem to command my heart .

it's a conversation i just can't have tonight .

you left me in the dark . no dawn , no day .

jesus christ , it hurts .

a woman is a changeling , always shifting shape .

the very thing you're best at is the thing that hurts the most .

i'll cut your little heart out 'cause you made me cry .

i knew that somehow , i could find my way back .

a thousand armies couldn't keep me out .

i'm ready to suffer and i'm ready to hope .

you've got the love i need to see me through .

is this how it is ? is this how it's always been ?

you keep me up at night .

oh , tell me it's not over yet .

no walls can keep me protected .

i'm going out , i'm gonna drink myself to death .

time goes quicker between the two of us .

would you leave me if i told you what i'd done ?

now , there's no holding back .

oh god , you're gonna get it .

you need your rotten heart and dazzling pain like diamond rings .

in the dark , i can hear your heartbeat .

i never knew my killer would be coming from within .

i was never as good as i always thought i was , but i knew how to dress it up .

don't forget me when i let the water take me .

this world is a beast of a burden .

you know i still like you the most .

what a thing to admit .

sometimes i think it's getting better , then it gets much worse .

i'm on fire , but i'm trying not to show it .

you are the space in my bed .

would you have it any other way ?

things go wrong , no matter what i do .

you make a fool of death with your beauty .

now she sleeps with one eye open , and that's the price she'll pay .

they were there when i woke up this morning .

heaven help me , i need to make it right .

until i wrap myself inside your arms , i cannot rest .

when someone looks at me with real love , i don't like it very much .

would you leave me if i told you what i've become ?

i'm always running from something .

it's good to be alive , crying into cereal at midnight .

okay , but let's discuss this at the hospital .

i know everybody lets you down , and i'll do the same .

your heart is the only place i can call home .

i wish to remain nameless , and live without shame .

sometimes i feel like saying "lord , i just don't care" .

i would put my words into poetry for you if i knew how .

if they ever let me out , i'm really gonna let it out .

but know , in some way , i'm there with you .

i've been wandering the streets for days .

don't let them get you down , you're the best thing i've ever seen .

how could anything bad ever happen to you ?

you couldn't have it any other way .

it's the only way i can escape .

what a place to come from .

little did you know your home's really only a town you're just a guest in .

run for your children , for your sisters and brothers .

you can't choose what stays and what fades away .

you'll be sorry that you messed with us .

call me when you need me .

although we stick together , it seems we're stranging each other .

this is as good a place to fall as any .

in your place there were a thousand other faces .

here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my rope .

lay me down , let the only sound be the overflow .

there's no salvation for me now .

i'd do anything to make you stay .

what's in a name ? i still remain the same .

i've been taking chances , i've been setting myself up for the fall .

tell me what you want me to say .

you are the silence in between what i thought and what i said .

i've been a fool , and i've been blind .

i never knew daylight could be so violent .

regrets collect like old friends , here to visit for your darkest moments .

so you packed your bags just to wait out the shitstorm ?

my doe , my dear , my darling ...

you're my head , you're my heart .

everyone lets you down in this brief hole of a town .

i'm not giving up , i'm just giving in .

i've been losing sleep , i've been keeping myself awake .

sometimes i feel like throwing my hands up in the air .

the only solution was to stand and fight .

i don't know how it started , don't know how to stop it .

i'm done with my graceless heart .

i can never leave the past behind .

do they speak to you ? 'cause they speak to me too .

i thought that love was a kind of emptiness .

it's hard to dance with a devil on your back .

sometimes i wonder if i should be medicated .

every demon wants his pound of flesh .

tell me what all the sighing's about .

could you tell from the moment we met ?

i heard your voice as clear as day ... you told me i should concentrate .

all my girls have their lace and their crimes .

i like to keep some things to myself .

no one asks any questions here .

the feeling comes so fast and i can't control it .

you came over me like some holy rite .

i was screaming out a language i had no idea existed before .

i thought that love was on stage , giving yourself away to strangers .

leave all your love and your longing behind , you can't carry it with you if you want to survive .

i thought that love was in the drugs , but the more i took the more it took away .

i never wanted anything from you , except everything you had and what's left after that too .

i don't want your future , i don't need your past . one grand moment is all i ask .

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‘Gbenga Adeoba, from “A Short Essay on Drowning”, Exodus