TRUTH BLIND.

A BOY ENTERS THE DARKENED WOODS. where the wolf sinks its fangs into him, leaving a crimson wound seeping. one awakens to the darkness only to find that he's been there all along. buried alive with poison betwixt lungs. why is he always drowning? a boy enters the woods as a victim. does he leave as the wolf itself? he doesn’t smile like he used to anymore.

[owngods-blog]

001.   crack glass against the wall  & revel in the shards, this is your heart on the ground, sharp edged glory & linoleum. you are mismatched, mistake, mislead. you are whole  & apart  & in between.

002.   break your own bones. bend them into stars   &  the shape of the sun. know that they are beautiful, bend them into concrete brick &  stone wall, know that they are strong.

003.   your mouth woulds words you were taught not to speak. that drumbeat call to war you feel against your ribs is the breath in your lungs. in  &  out  &  in again. steady now, your hands are shaking.

IND. MULTI - MUSE.  est. april 2017.  features canon  & original characters.   written by megan.

[hismorgue-blog]

melania voice hello

[simonlewis]

[hismorgue-blog]

send me a crystal and i'll tell...

abalone: what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally

aegerine: my muse's opinion of the supernatural

agate: how my muse calms down

blue lace agate: my muse's favorite form of communication (verbal, letters, texting, etc.)

fire agate: if my muse is brave or cowardly

moss agate: if my muse has a high or low opinion of themself

amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest

amethyst: what my muse would most like to be able to shape-shift into

ammolite: how lucky or unlucky my use is

angel aura quartz: my muse's opinion of LGBT+ issues

apache tears: a sadness headcanon

apatite: a headcanon about my muse's intuition

apophyllite: my muse's religious/spiritual beliefs

aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed

biotite: the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with

bloodstone: how my muse sees themself as part of the world at large

calcite: my muse's social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)

carnelian: an art-related headcanon

celestite: how my muse deals with anxiety

chalcedony: the saddest my muse has ever been

chalcopyrite: how my muse deals with ending relationships

charoite: who my muse looks up to

chrysocolla: a money-making headcanon

copper: how I think my muse will end up when they're older

coral: how my muse views the natural world

diamond: a sex headcanon

dolomite: a sleep headcanon

emerald: how my muse tells someone they love them without words

fluorite: what my muse's room looks like

fossil: what my muse's dream job is

galena: what it's like to be in a relationship with my muse

garnet: what my muse's perfect partner would be

gold: my muse's financial situation

hematite: how squeamish my muse is

hiddenite: how much of an "inner child" my muse has

iolite: my muse's drinking habits

jade: if my muse would ever cheat on a partner

jasper: what my muse would be like as a parent

kyanite: an anger headcanon

lapis lazuli: where 'home' is to my muse

lodestone: what kind of people gravitate towards my muse

malachite: what my muse as a child thought they would be when they grew up

mica: what my muse views as their worst personality trait

moonstone: my muse's opinions on outer space

mother of pearl: if my muse tends to lift people up or bring them down

nebula stone: how good my muse's memory is

obsidian: which of the seven deadly sins my muse would be

opal: how creative my muse is

pearl: a mental health headcanon

petalite: what my muse would do if they found a wallet on the street

pyrite: a physical health headcanon

quartz: how my muse thinks other people see them

rhodonite: if my muse prefers elegance or convenience

rubellite: if my muse has any 'triggers' that inspire painful memories

ruby: a happiness headcanon

sapphire: if everyone my muse knew was hanging off a cliff and they could only choose three to save, the rest certainly dying, who they would choose

serpentine: how my muse would seduce another [alt: how my muse makes their money]

silver: if my muse prefers masculinity or femininity

tsavorite: if my muse believes in destiny or fate

ulexite: how empathetic/sympathetic/compassionate my muse is

unakite: what my muse's ideal pet would be

verdite: my muse's ethnicity/family history

zebra stone: what gets my muse excited

zoisite: does my muse believe everything's going to work out for them in the end or not?

[hismorgue-blog]

❝  the increased number of internet trolls in the comment section of the morgue are both hateful  & obvious, haley.  ❞   light brown eyes narrowed in something akin to a glare, irritation evident in demeanor. the purest of sheep attempting to play the role of a wolf with teeth sharpened  &  bared           feigning the strength fellow survivors have all gained since the massacre that he clearly lacks.   ❝  what exactly is your problem with the lakewood six anyway?  ❞

@rogueries  ♥‘d.

[hismorgue-blog]

A HIGH SCHOOL CAREER   initially begun as an outsider, someone with no popularity whatsoever  & only recognized for talking far too much in class. now it ends  &  he is more different than his freshman year self ever could have imagined.  (  everyone knows his name.  )  their pack of survivors walk the halls joined together, peers looking at them somewhat in admiration but primarily in fear. death follows them  &  carnage clings to their very beings. but the fact that he had others that shared his pain helped greatly over the past few months as they all attempted to adjust to normalcy once again following the halloween massacre at what had been titled murder island. if there was one thing their battle hardened personas all shared, it was the sheer ability to master facades of pretending to be fine. 

but alas, graduation had finally arrived with himself holding the title of valedictorian. it wasn’t initially meant for him. the girl that should be standing in his place with him cheering her on from the sidelines is dead. it isn’t necessarily the victorious celebration he had envisioned with a naive  &  innocent mind prior to his life becoming crimson stained. instead of feeling the pride of academic success, he primarily is grateful that he managed to reach this joyous day alive. the surroundings all the meanwhile are tainted with a familiar twinge of sadness. there are multiple students within their class that should have been standing up there with the rest of them, white caps placed upon head  &  stupid grins painted across their faces with their entire lives ahead of them. in contrast, their rotting corpses reside buried underground; survived by memories  &  a slideshow that he had put together for the ceremony honoring their lives. the day can be described only as bittersweet.

diplomas received  &  tassels turned, the time arrives for a speech sooner than he would like. though he remains a prodigy when it comes to delivering monologues or anything involving the weapon that has become his voice, heart is pounding  &  nerves still settle in the pit of his stomach as the podium menacingly looms nearer with every step taken. however, when throat is cleared  &  the words rush out, the process becomes gradually easy. comfort  &  ease is provided by keeping gaze focused on the people that have become his friends. if someone had told his freshman year self that he would consider girls like brooke maddox  &  emma duval two of his closest friends by the time graduation arrived, he likely would become comatose from shock. somehow it feels as if a burden has been lifted off of his chest as he speaks about moving forward with their lives  &  letting the past be guidance but not an anchor.  though he is of course delivering to the entire senior class, the emotional significance is directed towards fellow survivors. in the moment, it almost feels easy to believe that they could leave lakewood  &  all that it contained behind. forgetting was an entirely different concept, but the possibility of them delving down an entirely new path in life was no longer completely foreign.

the conclusion is uttered with a bright smile  &  thunderous applause received. horror film nerd that he was, he didn’t see what occurred next coming by any means. later on in the aftermath of it all  /  he would wonder how exactly he had never predicted that the new killer lurking on the horizon would not strike at such an event. an act meant to showcase that they would never truly be free. blood dumped upon him, the pure whiteness of his gown  &  cap suddenly crimson ravaged. there is nothing but red. the iron tang of it is painstakingly familiar. they all know the feeling of being drenched in blood; figuratively  &  literally. the only emotion felt is dire numbness. of course chaos follows but what was happening directly in front of him feels more distant than ever. he finds his mind instead wandering to over a year ago when a certain someone had met the same fate. in the midst of the terror  &  shock taking control of the crowd below, his gaze manages to find hers           a relatively easy task because she is the only one truly looking. the ending of his speech begins to replay itself on a constant loop as the realization of how very wrong hits. the past would always be an anchor.   it was never over.

@girlsorrowed  ♥‘d.

[hismorgue-blog]

STARTER CALL.  i know i do this so often that it is very much an annoyance, but i’m going to make an attempt to be a genuinely decent roleplayer now. since i have a new url, i’m starting afresh with everything. thus, you can click the heart for a starter. length may vary as will timeline. i am more than willing to place noah into another fandom, so don’t be shy. i’ll most likely end up messaging everyone who likes this so we can plot something out. these will be done throughout the week. 

[hismorgue-blog]

i’ll probably do a full formatted post Later but i just want to say that noah foster  &  mtv’s scream meant and still means so much to me. i may have made my introduction to indie with kirby but noah was where i truly found myself here and grew confidence in what i was doing. i’ll probably never love or be passionate about a fictional character like that again. i met all of the people i call close friends today through the scream fandom, whether it be through the film or show community. i’ll always love noah  &  the kids i’ve come to known over the past two years. thank you carlson, willa,  &  bex for all you’ve done. thank you john for beautifully portraying a character that gave me an outlet i sincerely needed. thank you noah foster for being You- iconic, strong, full of light, someone who always maintained positivism after all he had endured. someone who had flaws that i could relate to  &  managed to overcome them by the end of the halloween special. and thank you all of you for supporting me endlessly since i decided to make this muse. 

[maximoffdanvers]

Every Noah Foster Scene ⇒ 5/?

[hismorgue-blog]

STARTER CALL.  i know i do this so often that it is very much an annoyance, but i’m going to make an attempt to be a genuinely decent roleplayer now. since i have a new url, i’m starting afresh with everything. thus, you can click the heart for a starter. length may vary as will timeline. i am more than willing to place noah into another fandom, so don’t be shy. i’ll most likely end up messaging everyone who likes this so we can plot something out. these will be done throughout the week. 

[hismorgue-blog]

TRAGEDY.  noun.  / trajədē / 

001.  let’s take off the masks. give me good lighting  &  warm hands, outline of a lily-freckled hillscape, some soft place where i can bury my heart instead.

002.  yes, there is blood, the earth split open, our grecian souls pressing hard against our ribcages to escape the tides  &  tides of thunder inside us. yes, there is thunder outside us. but so too is there laughter, songs, poetry. we declare our beautiful names, we shout our strong promises, we make loud declarations of our passions.

003.  we’re not made for weeping. love endures more than the augury, more than the bones, more than the catastrophes too. 

IND. NOAH FOSTER.                  written by megan.  originally est. july 2015.  primarily canon compliant based with minor divergece.

[hismorgue-blog]

BOYSCURSE is now  HISMORGUE.