studies & themes in: surviving your own hellish nightmares, revisiting old wounds, substance abuse, occultism, the paranormal, childhood & sexual abuse, fight or flight . . .
muses: mary sheperd-sunderland, maria, cynthia valesquez, angela orosco, cybil bennett, heather mason, lisa garland, eileen galvin, anne cunningham
RULES UNDER CUT. PROMPTS. WISHLIST. OPENS.
i. this is a simple snippet of my blog rules, which includes being for 21+ only. i am low activity and very selective. my main blog is @omniterror
ii. if you need something tagged, because of the mature nature of this blog, please let me know. anything with potential will be tagged will be: "example tw."
iii. while shipping romantically is not a high priority, i do enjoy it and don't mind if you straight up just ask me for one - though i will want to have a little plotting in mind beforehand.
iv. no hate or bullying. callouts, or any of that nature, aren't welcomed here. unless it's actually harmful outside of tumblr rp, i make up my own mind whether or not to associate with someone. i will not be influenced.
v. as a reminder: i am a mother of two and likewise busy because of this. most of the time i am mobile bound. this has zero bearing on my interest, so please don't ever think that. i am simply slow and perpetually tired and my brain most likely isn't working.
𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒔. psd by @supersources all other graphics by @wiredsmile
❝ i feel fine - at least, the pain is mostly gone now.❞ she doesn't turn towards henry quite yet, gaze still ahead of them. ❝ i wish i knew what was going on, too. every time a blink, i expect it to go away as if it was all a bad dream, but. . . the fog. . . the monsters. . . all of it is still here.❞ she finally peers over her shoulder when he touches her, a scarce smirk shaping her lips, not shying away.
❝ i hope that little boy is okay. he's lost and all alone. . . i - ithink we should help him, henry. ❞ ( @itgrowsunchecked )
with his motivation, mary musters a warm smile. she knew deep down she wasn't the greatest, perhaps not even good at all, but it was a hobby she was passionate about - and like any, she wasn't about to give up. not when she had someone believing in her so firmly at her side.
taking a deep breath, the brunette nods silently in succession, fingers applying light pressure along the black and white keys, russet hued eyes peer up momentarily at the sheet music, chopin's waltz in A minor — not the brightest choice for such a novice player.
❝ okay. . . here it goes. . .❞ the first press was already a bust, the second note, even worse - she was two keys off and it sounded flat, utterly monotone. stopping, she sighs, looking downtrodden, almost aggravated at herself now. ❝ oh, it's no use. . . i think i'm just too nervous to keep going. i'm sorry, james.❞ ( @punishdsin )