our long bygone burdens..

these woods will eat you alive. independent  &  selective beast!wirt from over the garden wall. foretold by leo. tracking; mercyleft

[darkknightsuggestion]

I want to feel your flesh squish between my fingers, and your blood drip from my fangs.

[mercyleft]

perignotus‌:

Oh   how   hungrily   she   craved   a   moment   of   peace   and   silence                at   this   point ,   she’d   just   about   kill   for   it .   ❛     I   would   do   no   such   thing .     ❜    Her   words   cut   back ,   sharp   as   the   axe   that   for   once   she   did   not   carry   with   her .    Still ,    her   pace   does   not   slow .   ❛     Run   away ?    Perish   the   thought .   Who   the   hell   do   you   think   I   am ?    ❜

               such  is  the  way  of  her  fiery  temper  to  spitfire  right  at  him  ,  as  if  she  did  not  stand  before  the    GOD  OF  DEAD    in  all  his  macabre  stature.  pity  ,  she  does  not  know  fear  even  when  the  cold  that  follows  him  consumes  her  right  to  the  bone    -    she  had  always  been  far  too  stubborn  for  that.    ❛    even  still  ,  you  walk  as  if  the  forest  floor  seers  with  flame,    ❜    he  observes.    ❛    where    ARE    you  going?    ❜

[growlingsuggestion]

I’m coming to your cabin, home to your bones. My clawmarks on your couch, your blood on the bathroom floor and rotten food in the fridge. Flies circle you but you’re not dead. Not yet.

[mercyleft]

@perignotus​

               young  blue  bird  ,  no  wings  to  fly  away  ,  but  she  did  not  seem  grounded  by  the  legs  she  possessed.  tendrils  of  thorny  branches  sprawl  across  the  forest  floor  ,  chasing  her  footsteps  across  the  bend.    ❛    where  are  you  going  so  quickly?    ❜    his  voice  resounds  throughout  the  air  as  his  form  reappears  directly  before  her.    ❛    running  away?    ❜

[mercyleft]

@altarage​

               his  gaze  rests  upon  her  as  she  crosses  the  clearing  ,  white  gown  flowing  behind  her  ,  masquerading  her  form  as  the  misty  forest  floor  does.    ❛    aster,    ❜    his  voice  does  not  carrying  with  malicious  presence  through  the  air  as  it  normally  does  ,  more  so  disguised  with  subtle  acceptance  of  her  being  at  this  time.    ❛    i  did  not  expect  you  so  early  ,  city  life  not  treating  you  well?    ❜

[mercyleft]

               OOC.    s  -  starter call  ,  mayhaps?  i  pwomise  i’ll  write  them  ..

[mercyleft]

           THIS    IS    HELL’S    TERRITORY    &    I     AM    BEHOLDEN    TO     NO    GODS.

[mercyleft]

               OOC.    haha  ,  what  if  i  ..  made  this  blog  active  again  ..  haha  ..  unless?

[mercyleft]

@altarage    /    liked.

               decay follows close in his wake as he walks across the forest clearing, lambent eyes giving no hints at his intentions.    ❛    aster,    ❜    air becomes heavy as his voice cuts through the silence.    ❛    you’re not leaving, are you?    ❜

[mercyleft]

               OOC.  starter call.

[mercyleft]

SOULMARK

White

               Also known as the kinder soulcolor, people with white soulmarks are seen as innocent, childlike, and pure. Most people before they enter adolescence will glow white when around a soulmate, but they will grow out of it in their teen years. It’s the rarest color to have as an adult.

Many people who glow white are treated like children, so they present themselves in an adult like way. They are structured, focus on maturity, and distance themselves from things that bring them joy. They are least likely to share their interests around people they don’t know and are afraid of being patronized.

This type is highly intelligent and appears to prefer being single than in a relationship. They are often alone, preferring not to bog themselves with unnecessary drama, and have no patience for those who criticize them or their work.

Despite their tough exterior, these people are gentle souls. They often express their interests to a select few they trust, and they spend their time theorizing about or analyzing things they enjoy. They are studios and curious, especially when it comes to what makes things work, and have a childlike wonder to them despite being so adamant to present as a mature individual.

Tagged by: @altarage Tagging: @lacksympathy, @fleshcarved

[mercyleft]

Lapis lazuli and atoll!

COLORFUL HEADCANONS    /    accepting

DOES YOUR MUSE PREFER THE IDEA OF EXPLORING THE DEPTHS OF THE OCEANS, OR THE BOUNDLESS EXPANSES OF SPACE MORE?

               he has no real preference to either side, but if he had to choose, it would most likely be space. he doesn’t have a good relationship with depths of water.

IF YOUR MUSE COULD GO ANYWHERE, WITHOUT ANY RESTRICTIONS WHATSOEVER, WHERE WOULD THEY GO? WHY WOULD THEY GO THERE?

              the human realm. because of being tied to the unknown, he is unable to travel outside of it, or at least very least he has not discovered a way to leave the unknown.

[mercyleft]

peacock blue, tea orange, crimson, new leaf, &. cool grey. ━ ☆

COLORFUL HEADCANONS    /    accepting

IS YOUR MUSE HONEST? WHAT SORTS OF LIES DO THEY TELL, IF NOT?

               his balance between truth  &  lies is as fickle as he is; in most circumstances he is very brutally honest, offensively so, he just doesn’t view it necessary to have tact  &  conserve someones feelings with a white lie. however, if a lie were to aide him  &  manipulate his prey, then he’s all open to lying.

WHAT IS SOMETHING THAT YOUR MUSE IS FASCINATED WITH?

               there isn’t much, as he lives in a rather perpetually stoic state, but he finds interest in beings that he’s never met before  ━  it isn’t something he’d display or tell to others, but he wants as much information on other entities as he can.

HOW PASSIONATE IS YOUR MUSE ABOUT THE THINGS THEY LOVE THE MOST?

              he is what you’d consider someone of high fervor, it is extremely rare for him to find an actual commitment or connection, he has disinterest in personal relationships with people  ━  but when he finds himself attached to someone, it is a very all - in type of feeling for him, being on the borderline of obsessive attraction with possessive behavior. his intense feelings can be linked to his fear of being powerless in the face of losing a loved one.

WHAT MESSAGE WOULD YOUR MUSE SEND TO THEIR PAST SELF, IF ANY?

              touchy subject  ━  he absolutely hates the person he once was; he views who he was as weak  &  pathetic. if he had a chance to say something to his past self, it would probably be along the lines of: stop being so cowardly  & weak.

IF YOUR MUSE COULD ENSURE ONE THING FOR CERTAIN IN THEIR FUTURE TO COME, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

             the protection of the edelwood tree that holds gregory’s soul. the area is intensely guarded by himself, but because of his own instability he fears one day it will just look like another soul to devour to him. he would do anything to prevent this from happening.

[tsukaretame-blog]

colorful headcanons.

( send me a copic color for a headcanon )

frost blue: does your muse enjoy the snow and cold? or are they the type to enjoy summer more?

peacock blue: is your muse honest? what sorts of lies do they tell, if not?

lapis lazuli: does your muse prefer the idea of exploring the depths of the oceans, or the boundless expanses of space more?

reddish brass: how likely is your muse to step up and take the role of a leader? are they willing to take the challenge, or are they more apt to being a follower?

burnt umber: how stable is your muse, mentally and/or emotionally?

champagne: does your muse drink (alcohol)? are they a heavy drinker, if so?

tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?

malachite: has your muse ever done anything that they winded up feeling incredibly guilty for in the end?

olive: is your muse prone to feeling envious of others? if yes, what is it that they typically feel envious over?

vermillion: is your muse courageous, or would they consider themselves to be more of a coward?

coral: what is your muse’s romantic and sexual orientations?

bougainvillaea: would your muse consider themselves as blunt, or do they beat around the bush instead?

currant: what’s something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, ect)?

crimson: how passionate is your muse about the things they love most?

raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?

baby blossoms: does your muse have a favorite scent? what is it, and why?

mallow: what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?

aubergine: does your muse prefer the day, or are they more of a night-owl?

acacia: how much does it take for your muse to hate someone?

cadmium yellow: what subjects or topics does your muse avoid, because they bring up harmful / painful memories?

honey: when your muse loves someone (whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial love), how do they show it?

chartreuse: if you had to describe your muse with a color, what color would it be and why?

anise: when it comes to self-care, what does your muse do to take care of themselves? do they take care to spend time on it, or do they feel they don’t deserve it?

new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?

moss: how easily does your muse adapt to any new situations they’re thrust into?

silk: does your muse care about appearances much? do they spend a lot of time on their own appearance, or do they just go with the flow each day?

sanguine: does your muse typically have an optimistic, pessimistic, or some middle ground outlook on life?

atoll: if your muse could go anywhere, without any restrictions whatsoever, where would they go? why would they go there?

cool grey: if your muse could ensure one thing for certain in their future to come, what would it be?

black: does your muse have a ‘bucket list?’ list some things your muse wants to accomplish before they die.

[mercyleft]

altarage·:

the loose fingers wrapped in her hair become tight fists, an audible sigh threatening exasperation. without warning the mirror shatters, shards cascading into a heap upon the floor below. she swallows around the annoyance coagulating at the back of her throat, composing herself once more. 

❝What did I just say about not taking every statement so–never mind. You hear what you wish to hear. You are a beast–a beast of burden, maybe.❞ 

❝I have a hypothesis that you only talk to me because everyone else finds you completely insufferable and somehow, you manage to prove me more right with each passing day.❞ 

               quietly, he chuckles, continues to look to the door in silent existence before craning his head back to look at her once again.  ❛  you claim intentionality to your exaggeration, but with all that fervor comes truth, even when you deny it,  ❜  he hums in a soft tone, eyes illuminating in the dim light of her room.  ❛  oh, you find me insufferable? odd how you continue to come back to the realm, then.  ❜

[mercyleft]

facemarkcd·:

Nightmares. She has them often, it’s totally not uncommon anymore and yet, they still get to her and leave her shaking like a leaf as tears fall. She usually goes for a long walk after having them, walking at night just calms her in some weird way. So, that’s what she’s doing, taking a long walk and trying to calm down. Too bad she finds herself lost not too much latter because she takes a different path than usual. “…..Way to go me.” Her voice cracks, she’s still upset. //mercyleft, starter !!

               the forest cradles the girl down winding steps, leading her further  &  further into the abyssal reign of the unknown. he watches, following in the shadowy background of the moving trees. she walks in a slow pace, she’s lost and she knows that  ━  a clearing opens for her, trees circling around her.  ❛  lost are we?  ❜  his voice rings out distantly as he stands at the edge of the clearing, eyes locked to her form.

[mercyleft]

altarage·:

footfalls echo quietly in the narrow space of the inn’s suite, planks creaking in protest as the beast encircles her like a shark beckoned to blood in the water. but aster’s gaze only grazes him as she studies her own visage in the mirror, massaging rose water and cream into wan skin. at first, she seems unheeding, denying him the satisfaction of her rapt attention until she contemptuously blinks her eyes in response.

❝It is an hyperbolic example to highlight the absurdity of taking every statement so literally. I do not owe an explanation to you. Or anyone.❞ 

❝Glad to know you and I are on the same page for once. According to the moon’s trajectory, it is approximately three o’clock in the morning, I am preparing for bed, you’ve manifested yourself in my room…❞ a click of her tongue indicates disapproval as she fluffs her hair, her words humorless yet derisive. ❝No wonder people talk.❞ 

               footsteps halt, he stands in place, arms folded hidden under his cloak as he watches her in silent ease. his stare lingers in her presence for a few moments longer until he looks to the window, exhaling slowly.  ❛  let them talk,  ❜  he responds, his tone short  &  steady.  ❛  you know well that you are no acolyte,  ❜  he takes a step back, shifting on his heels to look towards the exit of the room.  ❛  i’ve no intention of using you as one, either.  ❜