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Lucille Clifton, from The Book of Light; “Climbing”
“I feel numbered, and constricted all over. I barely fit inside myself.” - Clarice Lispector, Complete Stories
1. Marya Hornbacher, Madness: A Bipolar Life / 2. Su Xinyu / 3. Clarice Lispector, The Stream of Life / 4. Su Xinyu / 5. Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life / 6. Su Xinyu / 7. Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being / 8. Delfina Karmona / 9. Andrés Cerpa, The Vault / 10. Delfina Karmona / 11. Emily Dickinson / 12. Delfina Karmona / 13. Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life
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There’s a haze clouding gilded eyes, altered like the rest of the body holding himself together. Pieces and parts strung up to make one absolute shell. Mirrors were few and far between, because one look gave light to another life, another self, another face, another mind that isn’t his. It makes thoughts spin and turn until painted skin is slammed impulsively into the glass, compulsive nature to take care of his appearance, to keep things neater around himself. It’s left there, shards beneath his skin. Lips curve viciously, fangs flashing between the eyes as he feels himself slip from within his body, all those pieces and parts individual, whispering against his ear, himself. His mind, body, spirit, past present, all at once, all parts mimicking different languages, speech patterns. Another face, another body. “It’s a shame to break something so beautiful….”
❛ but there is a beauty in destruction. nothing is made to last. you are impermanent. ❜ impermanent. word that splintered him. word that made him churn in the small of night, the liminal hour when even kabuto was asleep. he said it on purpose, this small voice of reason in the tone of a cutting insult meant to hurt the him outside the mirror.
he’s more beautiful in the mirror anyway. captured for a perfect window of time, free of the attachment to body or blood. just a reflection on a cool surface, never to decay of its own accord. not like the breaking crumbling entropic machine opposite him.
he is, orochimaru manages to reason, incredibly high. there was that to cling to, before the inevitable dissection of his psychosis-state began. ❛ you’re more cracked than i am, ❜ the reflection spits, the shard of his painted mouth broken into an awkward angle lower than his jaw.
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Your body sank into my sea;
Gertrud Kolmar, from Dark Soliloquy: The Selected Poems; “The Sea-Monster,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
❛ I know no love without teeth / & have the scars to remember it.
Scatter your flowers over the graves, and walk away.
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some ideas for ways to rp with a duplicate of the same muse - which aren’t twin aus! because twins are different people and one person will have to compromise their muse.
stream of consciousness— a paranoid or otherwise mentally troubled character (muse a) has an internal argument with themselves, whether that be a hallucinatory reflection (e.g. black swan) or the voice of their conscience (muse b). alternatively, a repressed character faces their inner demons or an embodiment of their worst self.
time travel— older version of a character (muse a) meets their younger self (muse b). could be physically travelling back in time and encountering themselves while attempting to change the past, or a more metaphorical journey like addressing trauma or a bad past self they want to grow away from and accept change. ( ‘what would you say to the ten-year-old you?’ )
judgement day— the day muse a dies, before they pass to the afterlife (or next destination of your choosing) they’re taken on a journey through the entirety of their life by a governing force, god of death, river styx boatman, or otherwise (muse b) which takes the form of muse a in an eerie, otherworldly, perfect way. together they trawl flashbacks of muse a’s life, muse a reflecting on them and muse b assessing, judging and questioning them in limbo.
codex— instead of interacting with one another, make a thread of diary entries, letters, texts, tweets, memoirs, documentations left behind of and by your shared muse. if your character is from a game, you could also do excerpts like codex entries - a conversation from two local girls about your muse, a pink slip from their last boss if they’re badly behaved, etc. flesh out your muse together through scraps.
npc— perhaps your muse’s parents/family, a deceased lover, or other people who made an impact on their life aren’t expanded on much in canon. develop your muse together, with one partner playing the npcs too small to make a blog for - their parents that you have detailed headcanons for but never get to write about, or strangers they had interesting conversations with on a train, or a one night stand.
synchronise— rather than writing a back and forth, collaborate on a drabble or fanfic, both writing the same character. get to know your partner’s writing style and portrayal and write together to bring to life a plot, scenario or otherwise you both have envisioned for a point or incident in your muse’s life. alternatively, write a scene / vignette each, building up a body of moments in your same muse’s life, rather than follow a linear plot.
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