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[corsiderum]

what kind of villain are you?

dubiously evil.

you do what you have to. to some, what you're doing is wrong, and to others, it is undeniably right. despite this, you continue. even if you don't enjoy it, you'll continue. when you die, you most likely feel one of two ways. disappointed, if you couldn't reach your goal. was all this for nothing? and, on the other hand, proud and relieved. this is a burden you've carried for far too long, and now it's one you can let go. you don't fight it either way.

stolen from: @stellafortunis

[corsiderum]

what is your aura ?

Terracotta

canyons, woven rugs, bandanas, pottery pieces, matchsticks, cattails, broken nails. your essence is terracotta: 

you are a building storm, autonomous and resolute. you build your walls strong; no one can see your vulnerabilities, not when you keep them within your rich internal life. you are disciplined and devoted to your friends, but rarely show them weakness in return. 

you are the guardian. you are the wolfdog. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of tawny, garnet, red, and brown, who share your strong resolve. you are also drawn to the open-minded souls mauve and honey, who will help you grow and show you that it is alright to be emotionally attached. however, you may struggle to get along with the withdrawn personalities of jade and chiffon who are self-doubting.

stolen from: @stellafortunis​

[corsiderum]

what soft romance cliché are you?

/oh./

the italicized oh. 

often seen in romance novels and fanfics. when a character looks at someone, wondering why their chest tightens when they're near, why their heart beats quicken at the slightest touches, why they lose their breathe at the sight of them and suddenly realization dawns on them— oh. they've been in love for a long time now. 

you are soft and quiet, probably the most overlooked. though when you love, you fall deeply. i'm sure you have a lot of anxieties when it comes to love, and you're more inclined to fall in love with a longtime friend than a stranger. though, your love is pure. and maybe if you have someone in mind, this is your sign to tell them.

tagged by stolen from: @stellafortunis​

[corsiderum]

what type of I love you are you?    

i love you, i've always loved you, i will always love you

it's commitment, it's devotion, it goes often without saying, but is felt nonetheless. it's accepting that you would travel to hell and back for them if they asked and knowing that they would do the same for you. 

it's an old ache, long after they've burrowed deep into your chest and settled there like a weight- grounding, an anchor point. even when you're apart, you can still feel the shape of them, it's like phantom pain. neither of you can help but succumb to the other's gravity, yet neither of you fear the collision. 

it means that you trust them, that they make you feel safe, that they feel like home.

@stellafortunis​ because you get to be tagged pfft

[corsiderum]

What would you be the god of?

The Revenant

At some point in recent years, you suffered what felt to you like a ‘death’, whether creative, social, emotional, spiritual or even literal, and you’ve been reborn. This reincarnation didn’t come easy, and you’re not entirely the person you were, but you sloughed yourself out of your figurative grave with the kind of vigour only a phoenix could have. 

When you sleep, you dream strange and vivid dreams, and your gaze now holds a certain intensity. When something takes your attention, it doesn’t let go. Your kindness is endless, as is your love for vast things like the sea, the sky and the stars. 

You have a certain unshakable fixation with religion or higher powers, and the prospect of death doesn’t scare you. In fact, you feel less fear than you should, and you’ve never felt more alive than you do now. 

As a deity, you’re the god of life and death, of moving on, of growth and of courage.

[corsiderum]

“But why?”

[corsiderum]

“I have an objection to make.”

[syoseutopeo]

bold all of the themes that apply to your muse’s aesthetic or mood as a character. Stole from the dash >:3c like a sneaky thief 

Bloodied knuckles |  Tear stained cheeks |  Rust  |  A busted lip   | Claws   | Fangs | A bloody nose | Chattering teeth   | A dark space underneath the bed   | Scratching noises on a wall   | Creaking metal  | Fog  | Dancing under moonlight  | Blood dripping lips   |  Heavy breathing in the dark  | A feeling of unexplained dread  | A figure in a dark corner |  Dirty peeling wallpaper  | A bloody handprint on the wall | Sobbing in the dark  | Bite marks on the skin | Eerie whispers | A hood covering a stranger’s eyes | The growl of a hidden animal | The sound of a blade being sharpened  | A deep, dark forest | Walking on the streets alone at night | A cobweb-filled, abandoned building  | Eyes darting in paranoia  | A heavy beating pulse | The feeling of being trapped  | Struggling to get out a scream  | Boards covering broken windows  | A quiet graveyard  | A gas station in the middle of nowhere  | A road that never ends  | Heavy fog rolling in  | The scent of blood in the air | Eerie old photographs  | Walking along train tracks at night  | A chill going up the spine  | Gathering crows  | A dusty, dimly lit study  |   Mist over a deserted cobblestone street  | Ghost towns  | Shadows around a campfire | The sound of chanting | Church bells tolling  | An orange harvest moon  | A broken down carnival  | A dirty stuffed animal abandoned  | Wiping bloody hands on fabric  | Nightmares  | Waking up in a panic | A power outage  | Heavy lightning storms  | A secret trap door  | The feeling of being watched  | Fear from trauma | A Ouija board set out on a table  | An eerie doll  | A scream of anguish and pain  | Withered plants | A room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust  | Owl eyes in the dark  | Curled, dead tree branches  | A ritual altar | Flickering candles  | A lantern held up in the dark  | Fear of being followed  | Creaking floorboards  | Repressed, horrible memories | Clenched teeth  | Soft, echoing piano keys  | An old book covered in dust  | Many pairs of glaring eyes  | Stumbling in pitch black darkness  | Being stranded in the middle of nowhere  | Tarot cards on a table  | A trail of blood