#corazon.

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i need to get back into the habit of using her as a barbie doll.

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sketches of corazon ( who i am still trying to make a hsr verse for. ) + her son with @vessmar.

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“ if i asked you not to leave… would it change anything? ”

( to cor ♡ )

@vessmar.

this wasn’t the first time vesper had asked something like this, every half century or so when the chasm between them seemed as if a small fissure instead, hiding the very cracks that would be their downfall. corazon had never attempted to hide her future endeavours, to tuck in her next travel brochures or save packing to the very last second. she had always made it painfully apparent that she would leave, and that her will to stay was always a waning, ephemeral thing. it had never been spite, or disdain for the idea, or even a lack of budding love that pushed her from the promise of something that was almost solid, almost real and warm, and something to call her home, but the same instinct to not touch the paint before it dried, to not touch a pan before it was too hot, to not hurt herself in her eagerness.

          “   it would change me.   ”   for the worse.

this ramshackle house was on a lease. she knew by nature it was not big enough to house vess’ ambitions, the whispers of inspiration she saw in his small tinkering projects. the entire place was ill fitting, fleeting, much like her own nature. there was not enough room to grow here, even if what was here and now was nice ; being in vesper’s bed with his arms wrapped ‘round her, fingers running soothing patterns over her ribs and stomach. she could get used to this, but not here. cor would not settle for what she considered to be an imperfect fit.

          “   -   but it wouldn’t change you.   ”

and anyone could have taken that the wrong way, and would. part of corazon hoped that vesper would take it the wrong way, that he needed to change who he was at his own core in order to appease her when that wasn’t the case. whatever potential they both had could be squandered by accepting things before they were ready. vess was too unsteady, and cor was too volatile. any attempt to cage her in would result in an implosion, any loving hand too desperate with their grip, a choking vice she’d break her own neck struggling away from. so no, not quite yet. some part of her wished he would stop waiting, while the other half knew that if he didn’t it was never ever meant to be.

such was the tragedy of the right person at the wrong time.

          “   …   and i don’t want to be the reason that you stop changing, vesper.   ”

types of yearning.   (   accepting.   )

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various corazon singing headcanons, because i should brainrot about my oc more.

corazon's thematic of falling into the dangerous siren stereotype is derived from the monstrous ' tiktik ' mythology, a monster capable of a cruel auditory trick which throws its voice. the further away it is from its victim, the louder it sounds, but the quieter it is, the closer the monster actually is. while cor is primarily a manananggal, i've still decided to mesh her with a few other aswangs for my personal enjoyment.

before cor was turned into a manananggal she had a three octave vocal range while being able to sustain a few notes in the lower and higher registers, but after becoming a mananggal the physical transformation involving that which is required to throw her voice altered her register and expanded it to a full five octave range, being able to sustain notes below and above it with little strain. she's also capable of some terrifying mimicry because of it, as being a shifter allows her to alter the way her vocal chords snap together at will.

cor was a well known performer prior to her death, and though dancing, singing, and acting were some of her greatest passions, these were often commodified by her restrictive mayor father, and used for political gain from parties and galas during the spanish colonial period in the visayas. she did make sure to haunt everyone that wronged her and everyone connected to them post her transformation by dancing and singing in town squares during the witching hour, wearing the tatters of the dress she was murdered in.

the good ending for cor involves her becoming a music teacher. though it does take a great deal of personal growth for her that i don't personally place in her by default. this is like, way way way into her future. though she is capable of playing many instruments after having been alive for centuries. her favourite instrument is always her voice. though cor has a tendency to take to modern inventions slowly, she eventually will get into sound mixing, this clip being an example of the kind of music production she wants to be involved in.

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