𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒 ? an independent multi - muse feat. muses primarily from horror movies / shows with a splash of original characters protected by neo. established late 2018 & revamped 2021
DAVE : the only feeling left is this insane impression that i was raised by somebody who fuckin 𝙷𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 me
DAVE : and the whole act of even “ raising a child " was some totally fucked up game to him
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DAVE : it made me 𝙷 𝙰 𝚃 𝙴 the idea of being a hero cause he was a hero and 𝐇𝐄 ruined the idea of heroism
independent - dash only - canon divergent 𝙳𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙴𝚁 of andrew hussies’s homestuck by neo . | art credit
SHAKESPEARE AESTHETICS
repost, do not reblog ! bold what applies .
& 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨 & 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐭 . suburban july. scraped knees. bruised knuckles. blood in your teeth. bare feet on hot concrete. restlessness. your high school’s empty parking lot. love poems in your diary. a window open to coax in the breeze. burning inside. an ill - fitting party dress. a t - shirt you cut up yourself. the time you tried to give yourself bangs. biking to your friends house. bubble gum. gas station ice. the feeling that you’ve met before. rebellion. a car radio playing down the street. cheap fireworks. a heart drawn on the inside of your wrist with a sharpie. switchblades. red solo cups. dancing in your bedroom. screaming yourself hoarse. running out of options. the forlorn looking basketball hoop at the end of a cul - de - sac. climbing onto your roof at night while your parents are asleep. flip - flops. a eulogy written on loose - leaf. the merciless noontime sun.
& 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐥𝐞𝐭 . speaking in a whisper. holding your breath. a browning garden. a half remembered story. furniture covered with sheets. fog at dawn, mist at twilight. losing touch. the ethereal space between winter and spring. the soft skin at your temple. the crack in the hallway mirror. things you’d say if you knew the words. uncombed hair. books with writing in the margins. books with cracked spines. books with lines scratched out. prayers on all souls’ day. a chipped ceramic bathtub. a cold stone floor. the uncomfortable awareness of your own heartbeat. the sparrow that got in your house. shadows. the creek you played in as a child. a dirty night gown. an oversized t - shirt. a collection of your favorite words. soil beneath your nails. ghost stories. the strangeness of your own name in your mouth. deep silence. exhaustion. a cliff with a long, long drop down.
& 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 . wicker deck furniture. new england summer. large sunglasses and a blonde bob. a storm over the ocean. patio umbrellas flapping in the wind. the smell of chlorine. muffled laughter. sarcasm. starched cuffs. day drinking. bay windows. the idea of love. love for the idea of love. love for love’s sake. hangovers. wandering over the sand dunes. a vagabond with a guitar. fishermen with tattoos. a pretty boy with a slacked tie. a lighthouse. growing too close. boat shoes. feeling yourself change. big, floppy sunhats. double - speak. a song you keep listening to. turning red under their gaze. margaritas drank on an inflatable pool lounger. string lights on a balmy night. sleepy june days. fights you’re unprepared for. hope you weren’t expecting. pranks that go too far. bad poetry. pining. becoming less of a stranger.
& 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡 . the space where your grief used to be. a bird that’s lost an eye. old blood stains. heavy blinds. the smell of sweat. the stillness after a battle. a fake smile. a curse. the taste of metal at the back of your tongue. your house, unfamiliar in the dark. a dusty crib. the smell of sulfur. an orange pill bottle. streaks in the sink. a black cocktail dress. your hand on the doorknob, shaking. a chilly breeze. crunching from the gravel driveway on a moonless night. clenched hands. a rusty swing set. a flashing digital clock stuck on 12 : 00. a snake that crosses your path. an owl that watches you. a dog that runs when you approach. red smoke, dark clouds. cool steel. tile floors. footsteps in the hallway late at night. a baggy suit that used to fit before. visions. insomnia headaches. nursery rhymes. being too far in to go back now.
& 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 . the high drama of small towns. a pickup truck. military supply duffel bags in the hall, hugs all around. tulip bulbs. a wraparound porch. a pitcher of iced tea. a rubber halloween mask. someone on your level. ill - timed proclamations. stomach clenching laughter. rushing in. not minding your business. crepe paper. white lies. secrets written down and thrown away. southern hospitality. homemade curtains in the kitchen. a sink full of roses. hiding in the bushes. old friends. the wedding dress your grandma wore, and her mama before her. a dog - eared rhyming dictionary. chamomile with honey. the intimacy of big parties. lawn flamingos. gossip. a crowded church. friendly rivalries. unfriendly rivalries. shit getting real. love at five hundredth sight. not realizing you’re home until you’re there.
& 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 . cement block buildings. power lines that birds never perch on. the end of the world. useless words. rainless thunder, heat lighting, a too big sky. arthritic knuckles. broken glass. chalk cliffs. the pulsing red - black behind closed eyes. something you learned too late. wet mud that sucks up your shoes while you walk. a cold stare. empty picture frames. empty prayers. the obscenity of seeing your parents cry. a treeless landscape. bloody rags. grappling in the dark with reaching hands. the sharpness at the the tips of your teeth. the blown out windows of a skeletal house. decay. jokes that aren’t jokes. biting your tongue. prophecies. aching muscles, tired feet. stinging rain. invoking the gods. wondering if the gods are listening. worrying that the gods are dead. white noise. shivers. numbness. the unequivocal feeling of ending.
& 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭’𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 . the smell of wet soil and dead leaves. listening to music on headphones with your eyes closed. wildflowers. the distant sparkle of lightning bugs. a pill someone slipped you. fear that turns into excitement. excitement that turns to frenzy. mossy tree trunks. a pair of yellow eyes in the darkness. night swimming. moonlight through the leaves. a bass beat in your chest. a butterfly landing on your nose. a kiss from a stranger. a dark hallow in an old tree. glow in the dark paint. drinking on an empty stomach. a twig breaking behind you. spinning until you’re dizzy. finding glitter on your body and not remembering where it came from. an overgrown path through the woods. cool dew on your skin. a dream that fades with waking. moths drawn to the light. giving yourself over, completely. afterglow. the long, loving, velvety night.
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TAGGING : @apostascy & if ur reading this u shld do it too
@apostascy sent a letter ! ( he sent a lot i’m putting them all here so i dont crowd the dash )
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BAD HABITS
besides drink and smoking the other a lot of her bad habits she has are anxiety related l picking at her finger nails, chewing on her bottom lip, ect. and half of the time she doesn’t notice she’s doing them.
she also might have a pretty good sleep schedule but her eating habits aren’t the best. mostly from being neglected as a kid and having to fend for herself most nights - she has no concept on what is considered an actual dinner vs what’s just a snack. constantly forgetting to eat too but she stays hydrated so..there’s that i suppose.
CHILDREN
she’s so good with kids don’t even get me started. rynéus is going to get his own post but she’s so unbelievably good with kids - very protective and more sisterly towards them than motherly. the type to get really into theatrics when playing with them ; you can bet she’ll do a drawn out, over exaggerated “ death “ when play fighting.
a big part of this probably stems from not being around other kids when she was younger and due to her patience & being easily excitable, she’s able to click with them better.
she’d adopt a kid in a heart beat ( and has in my skyrim save,, blaise and lucia i love you so much & so does honey ) . i’m not sure if she’d have on of her own Quite yet but i know she wouldn’t turn the idea down.
FAVORITE THINGS
besides the people ( an animal ) close to her & the few things she still has from her life in nirhim, two of her favorite things will always be music and nature.
as for music! first fell in love with it when she was younger. family outing to a local event & got to see her first live performance and just fell in love with, even taught herself how to play the lute! she’s usually always humming a song too.
100% the type that will just disappear into the woods for a few hours to listen to the animals & other...nature-y(?) sounds and then come back with an armful of random shit she found ( everything from animal bones to a cool rock or flower she found ).
MUSIC & DANCING
dancing is...a weird one. she’ll definitely dance but only if she’s a) alone or b) really likes the song that’s being played and can drag someone with her. and,,, that its really i dont think there’s a lot of situations where she Does have a chance to dance.
SLEEPING HABITS
you’d honestly think she has a hard time falling asleep but she doesn’t. she tries to have a consistent bedtime ( which is hard when you’re being sent on missions all the time ) and can get pretty cranky if she doesn’t get enough. she can fall asleep so fast - like as soon as her head hits a pillow she’s out. once she’s out, she’s out ; good luck waking her up. on the rare nights she doesn’t have a nightmare, she’s eerily quiet and still - barely moves an inch. the nights where she is having a nightmare she’s constantly moving and it’s hard to wake her up. the nightmares have become normal to her and at this point it’s weird to her if she doesn’t have one.
“ WHEN SHE WALKED THROUGH THE ROSE GARDEN ,
its heavy , dove - gray air , dizzy with something unbreathable - there was something soft and moist about her . a dare , A RAGE ; 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 . this vessel , this vessel is a lie .
A SHAPESHIFTING BEAST , A LESSON IN FLUIDITY . “
independent - dash only - slightly canon divergent THE PROPHET(ESS) of sureai’s enderal ( feat. elder scrolls verses ! ) by neo .
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