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[ 10 AM ] or [ 10 PM ] ^_^

! ohisms : ✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊.

[ 10PM ] a windy beach past public hours, grains of sand mimicking the stars.

ꕀ     𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.       a  dark   figure   makes   no   effort   to   hide   or   dither,   watching   the   godlet-thing   approach ,  bristling   at   the   edges   like   an   animal   with   forsaken   territory.  as if it matters.   ishaq's   hair   drips   wet,   salt   running   into   his   eyes,  sight   clear   no   matter   the   night.      SOMETHING OF AN ANIMAL CURIOSITY TO HIM, TOO.       when   did   he   get   here ?   did he wash ashore,   just   now ?    he's been standing here forever.         he   saw   the   saint   in   the   reflection   of   a   spilled   glass  that  morning.  a   glimpse,  and   states   and   borders   and   distance   meant   nothing.  he   belongs   to   the   DEEP.   old   gods   pick   him   up   and   toss   him   around,   and   he   is   passive,   mild,   with   no   want   to   argue   against   it.        wants exist not  for his kind.   " it'll be may soon,"   his mouth   runs,  filled  with  salt,  nose  simmering.   enough  seawater  burning  in  his  lungs  to  allow   it   a  conversation.   discomfort   edges   in   the   rivulets   down   his   fingertips :   ISHAQ   BELONGS   TO   THE   OCEAN,   but   this   SEA    is   CLAIMED .  "  who are you giving up this time, boy ?   "

[lethehoused]

ꕀ 𝐈 𝐀 𝐌 𝐌 𝐀 𝐑 𝐑 𝐄 𝐃 𝐁 𝐘 𝐋 𝐎 𝐍 𝐆 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 .

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THIS IS A SIDEBLOG TO @boypreachr . . . 𝐼𝑆𝐻𝐴𝑄 𝐶. 𝐹𝑅𝐼𝑇𝐻 is an original character based on original lore, which is in turn very roughly based off selkie / siren / banshee / harpy / ningyo lore. additionally inspired by still wakes the deep + eldritch horrors + personifications of death . . . this is a somewhat experimental, conceptual character blog; namely theming around GRIEF, ESTRANGEMENT, DIASPORA, GENDER DYSPHORIA, and THE SINS OF THE GRANDFATHER. . . . activity will be extremely slow & highly selective.

carrd | rules

i. tldr don't steal graphics, be an active rp partner, don't be mean. i love to plot, and ishaq's an experimentally versatile character so he can go in many different directions. half-human, half-entity, chosen destiny yada yada. ishaq is harder to interact with than kenneth @boypreachr is. there is not an easy way to insert him into a situation with every muse, and for these reasons, responses (esp to ask prompts) will be selective. plotting with me can help this selectivity.

ii. i do not claim ownership over all of my psds. the noise effect is from ohisms(?), and the base is an extremely edited version of fossaed's ancient psds + my own psds + landscape. header graphic shapes are inspired by girlfox and phys1cian. audio is edited by me but uses this clipped audio from who is she, monster.

iii. STATS. faceclaims: harry collet in season 2 of h0td, t chalamet in the caladan sections of DUNE PT1, p from lies of p the game. 5'11. ishaq (he/they) is a man of dubious gender roughly in his late teens to mid twenties.

+ he initially appears to be a very normal, IF strangely beautiful androgynous person. ishaq has grown up with nothing except a PERSISTENT LONGING for the water, but with no gills or strength to not drown in it. HIS BODY IS SHAMEFULLY HUMAN. THE CALL OF THE VOID WILL KILL HIM, TOO. he is capable of holding normal conversations, dressed in warm and dark clothes, perpetually staring out into nothing and speaking in half-forgotten, musical notes. a strange, half-ethereal man, ishaq's presence tends to herald death — when he beckons to you with an SWEET, PAINED SMILE.... be wary for what the future holds.