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@shewrath
SHEWRATH. PRIVATE & HIGHLY SEL. HEATHER MASON OF KONAMI'S SILENT HILL 3. ( ... ) AN ANALYSIS OF GOD'S APATHY, DIVINE VIOLENCE, MOURNING YOUR FATHER, THE DEATH OF GIRLHOOD, L'APPEL DU VIDE, & AN INNOCENT YOUNG THROAT-CUTTER. BEATIFIED BY REZE. ²¹⁺
⁰¹ INFO. ⁰² PINTEREST. ⁰³ SIDEBLOG. ⁰⁴ MIXTAPE. ⁰⁵ PROMPTS. ⁰⁶ META.
the re fans having the time of their life rn (including me i am playing rn) but dont worry silent hill fans WE WILL BE UP when townfall comes out 🫡
coming back to heather soon... i kinda forgot what i was doing on here but that's fine i think. anyway im just not on tumblr overall because... uni... ughhhh. and poor mental health in general tbh
hey guys i'm gonna be taking a break here on heather and on my other blog for a bit, i'll reply to dms and things when i'm back :3
SOPHIE THATCHER as BECKY MONROE — When the Streetlights Go On (2020)
❝ innocent people are being poisoned and used as bioweapons. whoever is doing that has no soul, and if we want to stop them, we can't afford to think about souls, or any of that shit. at least, I CAN'T. ❞ an indie, selective portrayal of 𝐉𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 from resident evil/biohazard, written by ryxon, 21+, they/them & NZST. Heavily analysis based, crossover & oc friendly, taking inspiration from both original, novelization & remake.
ㅤI'LL SLITHER LIKE A VIPER and get you by the neck. i know a thousand ways to help you forget about her! that bitch can eat her heart out. / # ARCADEIAN . an indie multimuse, ft. elle driver of kill bill. by cole.
I need to finish my second run of Silent Hill 3
LETTER, ... “ sit down or you'll fall down. ” / @yngai.
ᵀᴴᴱ world is hazy and misshapen and gray. her head feels like it was stuffed full of the cotton balls her father would stuff in his ears when she would get too rowdy. something was sliding down the length of her back. unbeknownst to heather, it would leave a dark red streak on her vest. a gaping wound here, a bruise there. this is just how things are now. and for once, she has a shoulder to lean on. a crimson-clad shoulder, you couldn't tell blood apart from the luxurious fabric. t͟h͟a͟t͟ ͟ ͟w͟a͟s͟ ͟ ͟g͟o͟o͟d͟. “ ada … ” the poor thing finally manages to utter, a pale hand moving to rest against her forehead, fingers accidentally brushing across a cut inches away from her browbone.
when she falls to a heap by the woman's feet and the world suddenly turns sideways, heather realizes she had let go of her arm. “ are you here to finish the job ? ” even in this state, she remains morose. why else would she be here ? t͟o͟ ͟ ͟w͟a͟t͟c͟h͟ ͟ ͟h͟e͟r͟ ͟ ͟s͟u͟f͟f͟e͟r, probably.
“ i think i'm going to die either way– ugh, i feel sick. ”
instinct does not knock. it seeps and insinuates, braids itself through the marrow with the patience of ROT and lucas feels it before he can name it. feels it the way you can feel the weather coming on or feel the itch of a healing-over wound. the architecture pressed inward at bolique angles, a geometry that refuses agreement, walls leaning like conspirators. it's a liminal sort of compromise. ⁽ IN ALL WAYS, HE FEELS AS THOUGH SOMETHING IS HERE AND SOMETHING IS WATCHING. ⁾ “ this place's got bad vibes. ” lucas says, the words tumbling out sideways, like testing the floorboards with a foot. “ or is it just me? ” the silence that follows is empty, curated and deliberated. he swallows, jaw tightening and recalibrating. this isn't panic or dread or the good, honest terror of a thing with claws. THIS IS MISALIGNMENT. a frequency just off from human comfort, a radio station between channels where static sounds of voices. “ not scary .. ” he adds, because the words are his tools and you don't use the wrong wrench on a live bolt. “ just.. wrong. really wrong. ” breath fogs faintly. lucas hates how familiar and particular this flavor of uh-oh before his mind signs off on it. “ ... you too ? ”
＊ ☆⠀* @shewrath + STARTER CALL ... from lucas.
flashlights flicker, shiny eyes are lacquered over with anxiety. there is something lodged in heather's throat, preventing her from conversing idly as she usually would. no snarky remarks, no jokes delivered poorly. bottom lip is caught between crooked teeth, gnawing at the skin there. you would think that they'd be used to this now; wandering around places like this– places that were just h͟e͟l͟l͟ ͟ ͟o͟n͟ ͟ ͟e͟a͟r͟t͟h. the underworld, the inferno, IN NOMINAE SATANAS, whatever. lucas enjoys filling the silence this time around. it is a refugee from the raging winds battering against rotting siding and the faint static crackling from a distant radio. “ kind of scary. ” her voice sounds distant to her own ears.
kind of scary, because lucas was a human and heather was a monster and monsters couldn't die. but humans were made of flesh and blood and bone that liked to pretend it isn't fragile. she was afraid for him. though her face remained stony, her fingers twitch around the cold handle of the flashlight. “ no– yeah, me too. ” the words tumble out hoarsely. heather finds it in her to ask, “ do you think we're stuck here ? ” the p͟i͟t͟c͟h͟ ͟ ͟b͟l͟a͟c͟k͟ ͟ ͟w͟o͟r͟l͟d, sprawled out behind dusty window panes, answered that question pretty well. part of her wondered if they were still on earth. despite her false heart beating rapidly in its confines, her heavenly blood moving through veins with the push of adrenaline, she looks at lucas as if to say IF YOU NEED IT, I'LL P͟R͟O͟T͟E͟C͟T͟ YOU.
𝐫𝐞: 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲.
i often default to referring to heather as a woman, and she refers to herself with that term as well. her entire life has been an identity crisis and her gender expression is no exception. she does not feel very comfortable doing stereotypically feminine things or presenting femininely, but doesn't identify as a man either. after getting mistaken as a boy for the thousandth time, she eventually decides that she just doesn't care. refer to her as whatever you want. she would probably fit best under the labels of transmasc or demimasc but she does not want to put herself in boxes anymore and prefers to stay unlabeled. on one hand, she technically has no gender, since she is not a human at all. on the other, the two souls that make up her own are cis females and that is why she is afab. her father, harry, was very lax about these things and always supported her no matter what.
blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.
𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :
" that's a lot of blood. "
" it isn't mine. "
" what did you do ? "
[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "
" come on. have a taste. "
" holy shit, are you okay ? "
" it looks worse than it feels. "
" you should see the other guy. "
" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "
" lean on me. "
" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "
" . . . gross. "
[ standing over a body ] " oops. "
" is that a fucking body ? "
" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "
" what the hell happened ? "
" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "
" at least it wasn't me this time. "
" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "
" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "
" i'm not scared of you. "
" you don't scare me. "
" shut up and let me help you. "
" i got your shirt all bloody. "
" let's get you cleaned up. "
" that looks like it hurts. "
" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "
" we are so fucked. "
" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "
" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "
" the fucker deserved it. "
" red looks good on you. "
" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "
" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "
" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "
" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "
" this isn't what it looks like. "
" it was an accident. "
" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "
" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "
" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "
" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "
" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "
" you're bleeding. "
" what the fuck happened to you ? "
" you're getting blood on the carpet. "
" sit down before you fall down. "
" that looks like a you problem. "
𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :
sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet
sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver
receiver finds sender covered in blood
sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding
sender helps receiver clean up after a kill
sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth
sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb
sender licks receiver's blood off a knife
sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb
sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver
receiver finds sender stood over a body
sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]
sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]
sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood
sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean
sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood
sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed
sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)
receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze
sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone
sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand
sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face
sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them
sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver
sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall
sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled
receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off
sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver
sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse
sender takes an injury meant for receiver
sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood
sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone
sender punches receiver in the mouth
receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust
sender helps receiver bury a body
sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3
sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3
sender leans on receiver for support
sender kills someone to protect receiver
receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it
sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver
receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself
sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip
sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning
𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. ⁰²
jodie mason (née trzciński), cheryl's late mother, was a polish immigrant. this makes heather 1/2 polish from her (cheryl's) maternal lineage. jodie was a devout roman-catholic, but harry was not. as a result, heather was raised in an areligious household. alessa has scottish heritage, and by proxy, heather does as well.
heather mason is the joan of arc of video games. the two have many parallels including but not limited to experiencing hallucinations (or divine visions), the scrutinization of their purity/virginity, the body being the object of theological obsession, the subversion of stereotypically feminine traits and behavior, & unwilling martyrdom among others.
take a look at heather's cd collection and you'll find that it's full of grunge, punk rock, industrial rock/metal, and other alternative rock subgenres. some of her favorite bands include garbage, kmfdm, siouxsie and the banshees, nine inch nails, the cramps, hole, and l7 among others.
heather is only afraid of two things: mirrors and the loss of control. she suffers from an explosive inferiority complex which leads her to resort to violence and/or hitting below the belt when feeling underestimated or dismissed. her fear of mirrors, while irrational, stems from the fact that she has always been afraid of her reflection. it is not a mirror image of herself, but a distorted and uncanny mannequin that looks like her.
after she begins working as a counselor, heather gets a vertical eyebrow piercing on her right brow, upper lobe piercings, and industrial piercings in both ears.
speaking latin comes innately to heather, she was born with the strange ability to read, write, understand, and speak it.
animals react negatively when in heather's presence. they often cry out, run, or try to attack her. her mere existence is an anomaly.
LETTER, ... sc / @opherative.
TWO SHOTS ECHO, one to it's chest and one to it's disfigured head. this thing used to be a human. must have had a family, friends. was that why her fingers were shaking even after she had pulled the trigger ? having only done so because she had to save the woman's life. heather did not know her name, nor did she know why she was in a place like this ( in this retched & zombie infested apartment complex ), not like it mattered. take a human life, save a human life. no questions asked. despite all the blood on her vest and that li͟f͟e͟l͟e͟s͟s look in her eyes, she was no killer. but the lady in red ? she looked like a killer. there was this look about her.
all the same, heather approaches her with her back straightened and her jaw set. she owed her a favor now. “ gee, don't look so thankful. ” sardonic, even still. “ why are you here ? ”
Revenge in the House of Usher (Jesús Franco, 1983)
crazy how i actually have no idea what heather is. divine vessel?? an scp?? a saint?? a prophet?? backrooms entity?? idk. maybe she's a creepypasta
“ i can help! ” or could he? “ well i can try and help i don't really know what's going on, if i have to be honest. ”
@shewrath
ᵀᵂᴼ things she knew for a fact: this guy's name is hikaru, and she despised history. what happened to art school being a place for creative expression ? where did all this presentation shit come from ? she was hoping that at least he knew what he was doing, make h͟i͟m do all the work. yet here they were, staring at one another, WHOLLY DUMBFOUNDED. heather likes to frown when she really shouldn't be. she likes to give the wrong impression, but was always oblivious about it. resting bitch face.
“ i thought you paid attention. ” n͟o͟ ͟ ͟n͟e͟e͟d͟ ͟ ͟t͟o͟ ͟ ͟p͟a͟n͟i͟c͟. not unless this guy was, god forbid, a perfectionist or something like that. they'd get this over with and get a shit grade, what's new ? “ listen, i don't really know what's going on either. let's just make something up and call it a day. ”
