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@perignotus
❛ 𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑘-𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛, 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑑.
[ # ] PERIGNOTUS . an indie , canon divergent beatrice of over the garden wall / the divine comedy . selective , mutually exclusive . est 11 / 26 / 15 . written by daedalus . 26 , they / she . must be 18+ to interact . personals do not interact . carrd . playlist .
old gods said “yeah the new season is called As Above. So Below. and come out in 17 days” and I am positively going F E R A L right now
oh my god is there a way to turn the new blog popup off?? this is fucking awful
game of the year came out today ! feel free to follow me on aloy if you’d like, I’m gonna try to bounce between blogs but obviously i’m gonna be busy playing the game for a hot minute
the woods are lovely, dark and deep by Moni bergauf
( vagasbonds )
the many depths of the netherworld are no unfamiliar sight to him . but betelegeuse has to admit there are some places he’s not visited as much as others , namely PURGATORY . he hadn’t really thought twice about the order of it all when he led sandy to DEVOUR HIS MOTHER . he probably should’ve . it looks like SHIT down here . and not in the fun way .
the taste of taking responsibility is bitter on his tongue . it almost makes him TURN FOR THE SURFACE . but the demon ghost had made an unspoken promise to turn a new leaf . so instead he kicks the fallen leaves and wanders about this odd terrain . he squints at the poor , miserable soul in the distance .
❛ SHEESH – ❜ betelegeuse calls out , brow raised in question , ❛ you’d think bein’ dead was already the worst thing to happen to ya . who pissed in YOUR cheerios , kid ? ❜
&& . @perignotus / STARTER CALL ( CAPPED! )
MELONCOLOY HANGS in the air like humidity from the dew; a precipitation of the world she was forced to inhabit, and now so alone. Nestled in the large roots of a tree, she hugs her knees tightly, a pallid attempt to focus on the dead leaves blowing away at her feet being poorly made. She ought to find happiness in her circumstance: she here, they not, all returned to the way it should be; but call it innate selfishness, or bitter reality, she could not.
The sadness was heavier than the anger, and she had carried the anger for so long, but she put on a smile for the family best she could. Until she had time to escape. A crowded house was still a crowded house, no matter how happy the inhabitants. And now she carried this burden of knowledge alone.
When the words cut through the woodland silence, she jumps, as if nearly electrocuted. “ Jesus ! ” Hands bracing the curling roots beside her, she turns to observe the trespasser, now thankful for the barrier between them as her eyes narrow in suspicion and disgust.
“ Who the hell are you? ”
𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑠, 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛…
an exploration of The Unknown through cinematography
REST ASSURED, there’s a perfectly logical explanation * !
[ — AUTHORED BY KENDALL, 22 + THEY ]
( mysterietwin )
He’s starting to wonder if he’ll ever get out of this forest — since retracing your steps only worked if you remembered how you got there in the first place. ( Maybe he’ll starve to death first — not like it’d be the first time he’s faced that particular problem. ) He felt…more or less in a dream, but every time he checked his watch, the seconds continued ticking how they should. [ There goes that theory. ] As time continued to pass ( and how he knew it to, at that ) he hoped whatever amnesia fell over him would fade and he’d have some clue, no matter how small, to how he got there. If he’s being honest, he can’t help but think he had gotten into something he should’ve left alone — classic! Or maybe, more simply, he was just finally losing his mind. [ Something to worry about later. ]
Speaking of finally’s — A PERSON. He fights the urge to call out for them before he’s made his way over: he didn’t know this place or how it worked, probably best not to attract any unwanted attention… ( See! He could think things through first…sometimes! ) But she speaks first and apparently his situation is completely obvious, “ Uh… ” eyes look over how she’s dressed ( not exactly expected either, but at this point, what part of this was? ) before moving down to the dog. “ Yeah, I guess I am… ” he says, almost like he’s thinking out loud, but he kneels to the ground with his hand outstretched to let the dog sniff him. ( Maybe that’s him clinging onto something that feels NORMAL…let’s not think about it too deep. ) “ …Uh…where exactly am I? ” looking back up to the woman. He knows it’s an odd question to just casually ask a stranger, sure, but he’s faced enough in his life to stop caring about what others might think of him.
SHE SIZES HIM UP WITH A QUICK GLANCE, a study of strength and character and the like — all too happy to make easy assumptions on her part. A brow raises in suspicion as the dog trots forward, eager to greet their new guest ( or at the very least eager to oblige in friendly affection ); unlike she, no judgements were made on his part. The bundle shifts entirely under one arm, an impressive feat of strength in her own right, freeing up her other hand to dust the dirt and moss from her dress. When he answers back with his own question, she turns her attention to the path ahead of them. “ Just over half a day’s walk from the town of, ” she pauses, “ Pottsfield, I believe it’s called? But I live just down the trail. ” The family tended not to engage with other inhabitants of the wood ... for whatever reason.
Taking note of his strange clothing that didn’t seem particularly suited for the oncoming chill, her lips press into a visage of thought. She knew very well her mother would have her hide if she’d learned of her leaving a stranger out on the trail without so much as an offer to warm up inside. She sighs, almost begrudgingly if one were to read too far into it, patting the dog as he returns to her. “ In any case, night will be upon us soon and if I were you, lost and with no direction, I wouldn’t want to be caught in these woods. ” She grins a knowing smile, somewhat teasing in her own disbelief of what could be out there, but having heard enough stories to pass on the tale.
“ You have a name, stranger? ”
game of the year came out today ! feel free to follow me on aloy if you’d like, I’m gonna try to bounce between blogs but obviously i’m gonna be busy playing the game for a hot minute
Surely only good things are going on here (random street view drop - Montana)
game of the year came out today ! feel free to follow me on aloy if you’d like, I’m gonna try to bounce between blogs but obviously i’m gonna be busy playing the game for a hot minute
just because i’ve been gone from this blog doesn’t mean i haven’t been acquiring adorable over the garden wall merch
' @mysterietwin ⟶ kill my parents ? . / ❝ would you stop acting like an asshole , for one minute ? ❞
“ Do you ask a tiger to change its stripes? Or a duck not to swim? No! It’s in their nature! Just as it’s in my nature to bestow verbal beatdowns on anyone and everyone who deserves them. If I do not, I will PERISH. ”
remembered the fear avatar picrew and now i’m like agnes m.ontague who? i only love one doomed child, Our Lady of Incredible Flammability
𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑠, 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛...
an exploration of The Unknown through cinematography
