* COME NOT FORTH TO ME.

[lethehoused]

ꕀ 𝐈 𝐀 𝐌 𝐌 𝐀 𝐑 𝐑 𝐄 𝐃 𝐁 𝐘 𝐋 𝐎 𝐍 𝐆 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 .

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THIS IS A SIDEBLOG TO @boypreachr . . . 𝐼𝑆𝐻𝐴𝑄 𝐶. 𝐹𝑅𝐼𝑇𝐻 is an original character based on original lore, which is in turn very roughly based off selkie / siren / banshee / harpy / ningyo lore. additionally inspired by still wakes the deep + eldritch horrors + personifications of death . . . this is a somewhat experimental, conceptual character blog; namely theming around GRIEF, ESTRANGEMENT, DIASPORA, GENDER DYSPHORIA, and THE SINS OF THE GRANDFATHER. . . . activity will be extremely slow & highly selective.

carrd | rules

i. tldr don't steal graphics, be an active rp partner, don't be mean. i love to plot, and ishaq's an experimentally versatile character so he can go in many different directions. half-human, half-entity, chosen destiny yada yada. ishaq is harder to interact with than kenneth @boypreachr is. there is not an easy way to insert him into a situation with every muse, and for these reasons, responses (esp to ask prompts) will be selective. plotting with me can help this selectivity.

ii. i do not claim ownership over all of my psds. the noise effect is from ohisms(?), and the base is an extremely edited version of fossaed's ancient psds + my own psds + landscape. header graphic shapes are inspired by girlfox and phys1cian. audio is edited by me but uses this clipped audio from who is she, monster.

iii. STATS. faceclaims: harry collet in season 2 of h0td, t chalamet in the caladan sections of DUNE PT1, p from lies of p the game. 5'11. ishaq (he/they) is a man of dubious gender roughly in his late teens to mid twenties.

+ he initially appears to be a very normal, IF strangely beautiful androgynous person. ishaq has grown up with nothing except a PERSISTENT LONGING for the water, but with no gills or strength to not drown in it. HIS BODY IS SHAMEFULLY HUMAN. THE CALL OF THE VOID WILL KILL HIM, TOO. he is capable of holding normal conversations, dressed in warm and dark clothes, perpetually staring out into nothing and speaking in half-forgotten, musical notes. a strange, half-ethereal man, ishaq's presence tends to herald death — when he beckons to you with an SWEET, PAINED SMILE.... be wary for what the future holds.

[gloomglimmer]

›       TENSION   LINER   PROMPTS     

"I   dare   you   to   try."

"Do   you   always   get   close?"

"You’re   pushing   my   limits."

"Stop   looking   at   me   like   that."

"I’m   losing   control   here."

"You   have   no   idea,   do   you?"

"I   can’t   resist   you   anymore."

"Stay   back,   or   don’t."

"I   know   what   you   want."

"This   is   getting   dangerous   now."

"You’re   too   tempting   for   me."

"I   shouldn’t   want   this,   but…"

"I   don’t   play   fair,   remember?"

"Careful,   you’re   testing   me."

"You’re   just   making   it   worse."

"You’re   too   close   for   comfort."

"Do   you   always   push   buttons?"

"Stop   before   I   kiss   you."

"You’re   making   it   too   hard."

"I   can’t   stop   thinking   about   you."

"I   want   you   too   much."

"You   know   exactly   what   you’re   doing."

"I’m   not   playing   games   here."

"You’ve   crossed   the   line   now."

"Keep   pushing,   and   you’ll   regret   it."

"This   is   dangerous,   isn’t   it?"

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"Don’t   make   me   regret   this."

"You’re   playing   with   fire."

"You   don’t   know   what’s   coming."

"I   shouldn’t   be   this   close."

"We’re   getting   dangerously   close   now."

"I   can   feel   the   heat."

"Don’t   test   me   right   now."

"I   want   you   too   badly."

"Don’t   make   me   chase   you."

"You’re   distracting   me,   you   know."

"I   won’t   fall   for   this."

"I   want   you,   but…"

"What   do   you   want   from   me?"

"I’ll   never   give   in."

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"You’re   playing   with   my   patience."

"Don’t   make   this   harder,   please."

"I   can’t   stop   this   feeling."

"I’m   already   in   too   deep."

"You   won’t   walk   away   unscathed."

"You’re   walking   a   fine   line."

"I’m   trying   to   stay   calm."

"What   are   you   doing   to   me?"

[lethehoused]

ꕀ     ⸺ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 — 𝐔𝐏 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 — 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖 — 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐓 ⸺ 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

IND. PRIV. WRITING SIDEBLOG FOR A SEMI-SUPERNATURAL ORIGINAL CHARACTER. THEMES OF love, longing, diaspora & dancing tables.

[lethehoused]

drawing my babygirk.......

[lethehoused]

[ 10 AM ] or [ 10 PM ] ^_^

! ohisms : ✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊.

[ 10PM ] a windy beach past public hours, grains of sand mimicking the stars.

ꕀ     𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.       a  dark   figure   makes   no   effort   to   hide   or   dither,   watching   the   godlet-thing   approach ,  bristling   at   the   edges   like   an   animal   with   forsaken   territory.  as if it matters.   ishaq's   hair   drips   wet,   salt   running   into   his   eyes,  sight   clear   no   matter   the   night.      SOMETHING OF AN ANIMAL CURIOSITY TO HIM, TOO.       when   did   he   get   here ?   did he wash ashore,   just   now ?    he's been standing here forever.         he   saw   the   saint   in   the   reflection   of   a   spilled   glass  that  morning.  a   glimpse,  and   states   and   borders   and   distance   meant   nothing.  he   belongs   to   the   DEEP.   old   gods   pick   him   up   and   toss   him   around,   and   he   is   passive,   mild,   with   no   want   to   argue   against   it.        wants exist not  for his kind.   " it'll be may soon,"   his mouth   runs,  filled  with  salt,  nose  simmering.   enough  seawater  burning  in  his  lungs  to  allow   it   a  conversation.   discomfort   edges   in   the   rivulets   down   his   fingertips :   ISHAQ   BELONGS   TO   THE   OCEAN,   but   this   SEA    is   CLAIMED .  "  who are you giving up this time, boy ?   "

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊.    (  a collection of various  location prompts centered around time & weather.  feel free to adjust as desired.  )

[ 1AM ] the stoop of a brightly lit psychic shop, pondering haven from the rain. [ 2AM ] the [ lobby / room ] of a run-down motel during a tumultuous storm. [ 3AM ] a dark graveyard thick with petrichor, well beyond visiting hours. [ 4AM ] an empty, rusty gas station nearly flooding with rainwater. [ 5AM ] a cabin in the frozen woods, large fire raging under the hearth. [ 6AM ] a bus stop hazily lit by the rising sun, earth smelling of petrichor. [ 7AM ] a crowded coffee shop, patrons in a rush to escape the morning rain. [ 8AM ] a serene camping site overlooking a valley, air humid & fresh. [ 9AM ] a diner smelling of breakfast food as rain patters on the window. [ 10AM ] a walled-in garden full of flowers, just as the afternoon heat sets in. [ 11AM ] an empty public playground, equipment hot from the sun. [ 12PM ] the middle of a sweltering outdoors shopping center. [ 1PM ] the side of the highway after your car breaks down from the heat. [ 2PM ] a bustling farmer's market ripe with produce, unhindered by the rain. [ 3PM ] a city sidewalk gloomy with mist & countless puddles. [ 4PM ] the forested perimeter of a vast lake, cold from snow melt. [ 5PM ] a [ restaurant / diner ], interior lights flickering under a fierce storm. [ 6PM ] a car interior, passengers stuck on a dangerously snowy & dark road. [ 7PM ] an outdoors event as the heat backs off, full of laughter & live music. [ 8PM ] the long queue of a club, impatient patrons stuck in the rain. [ 9PM ] the threshold of an apartment, knocking to be let out of the hailstorm. [ 10PM ] a windy beach past public hours, grains of sand mimicking the stars. [ 11PM ] the backseat of a car parked in the pouring rain on a lonely road. [ 12AM ] a pier on the cold, misty waterfront as fireworks are let off.

[esteljune]

Lies Of P || P + close up [1/?]