knock knock

put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard. ind multi-muse

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yea hi so this blog is dead! if you wanna write with me i’m over at @holiar! the only character i kept from this blog was nina (and possibly elias bc i love my rotting son)

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this dash is dead and it seems like everyone has deleted ! i might remake somewhere else but whom knows

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diosasbody:

    ‘    i said you look ridiculous.    ‘ 

‘ Way harsh. ’

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@diosasbody

‘ Back up. I’m gonna need you to say that again. ’

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heya! it’s me! and this is a starter call!

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hey folks! i didn’t mean to be gone so long, but uni’s been kicking my ass. but it’s exam week! and after that i’ll have like six weeks winter break! so if anyone wants to get the ball rollin in preparation for that, feel free to hit up my ask/ims or drop a starter in my tag! thanks for stickin around! 

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🎼 also elias/magda

le music meme

patricia, me reves de satin 

this song is for dramatic staring moments or when she straightup stabs him in the hand with scissors…..plus it sounds a lil cowboy-ish

jed kurzel, jay’s theme 

this is for elias’ V/Os or moments where them two are being happy and giggly from the past, intersected with presentday elias bein moody and sipping tea and goin about his day with the :| expression

i am kloot, because 

this is because i like it and it matches the soundscape

stevie wonder, i just called to say i love you 

this is what magda keeps sings creepily into his ear or puts on his record player to fuck with him

bowerbirds, ticonderoga 

what’s playing after elias murders magda and is just sitting outside the house with red hands and is uglyspit crying and it’s a red sky or somethin or a beach idk what their house is or where

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i’m very cold so i’m hittin the hay. i always have essays to do but i’ll hopefully be around again tomorrow some time! ttyl

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1lunar.

   he’s just a regular schmegular guy from georgia so like. he’s gonna pretend he ain’t hear that. you know how when you’re depressed and want to die, but the second death is like hey, you’re like…just kidding. i do not want to die. that’s hank.

Because she’s, like, the worst in the world, Nina smiles big and wide.

“You’re looking very pale. Maybe you should sit.”

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ruinaa-archive:

          & — — - @heridae // sc.

          “hey –” a quick nudge, gentle. “you’re not supposed to sleep in – are you okay?”

It takes him a moment or two to get his bearings. Not in his bed, not in his room, not in his house. Okay, he’s fallen asleep on a couch, and his neck aches.

“What time is it?”

@ruinaa​

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@rosulas / cont

“My ---”

He ceases struggling against the shadowthing that holds him in place. It’s a sight, the way her humanity had decayed so quickly with her lips pulling back to show sharp teeth, but Dan hadn’t seemed too fazed until she’d hit him with such a harsh truth.

His brother. He’s got a million and they’re all the same, but only one of them is dead.

Breathing staggers, and he gasps for air within the tightening grip on his throat. He reaches for the weapon at his waist but doesn’t feel it there.

“Say ---” Cough, splutter. “--- that again.”

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unnaturalresponse.

His laugh seems drained of something vital.

When you know that a person is violent, it’s easy to find violence in everything they do. And if you used to love that person, you will see violence and ruthlessness in every memory you have of him. And he will colonize your past as well as your future when he kills you.

“Some of us keep our promises.” Mag smiles, squinting down the scope of a pretend-finger gun. “Mister lonely drifter.”

It’s hard to look at her without remembering the blood. On her face, in her hair, on his hands. He’s not sure if the feeling in his throat is nausea or the urge to cry. Maybe both. Probably both.

Elias deserves this, but that doesn’t dampen the sting.

“Promises ---” Whisky sloshes in the glass when he waves it around. It’s a surprise he manages to keep it from spilling over the edge. “Huh.”

“I thought you dying was you promising to be dead.”

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i’m still essay hiatus but when i come back: 

i wanna remake my icons w borders.. i miss the #aesthetic life

i wanna make a new oc or two! eka d/arville is at the top of the list of fc ideas 

wanna get on top of stats pages 

cool!

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i’m still on a tiny hiatus until sometime next week(?) because i have a buttload of essays to write! two are due on friday! again: if you see me around, kick my ass

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im hittin the hay sorry i didn’t get more stuff done! if you see me around tomorrow kick my ass because i have an essay due at 11:59pm