prism, n. a glass or other transparent object with refracting surfaces at an acute angle with each other, that separates white light into a spectrum of colors.
inorganic touch, manufactured pictures, new frontiers --- there's nowhere you can go that you won't hear about CHANGE, and how it has struck the core of the world and left it, at times, unrecognizable. but what of YOU? you, standing here, facing the brunt of it.
WHO ARE YOU?
come, step through the prism. let's see what comes out the other side -- let's see if we can make sense of you.
* task 000 is an OPEN, OPTIONAL TASK, meaning members can complete any portion of the prompts below at any point after joining. if you're open to sharing your responses with others before our official opening, tag them under #rmnt:task000, and we'll go through the tag and like all of the posts to be visible on the main!
PROMPT A. BY SIGHT
what are your muses colors? what visual impression do they give off to others, and how do they see themselves in comparison? using canva's PALETTE PICKER or any other palette tool of your choice, generate a palette that best represents your muse on the exterior vs interior. feel free to explain, or leave it purely up to the impression.
PROMPT B. BY PATTERN
in similar fashion to webweaving, collect a series of musings / prose / images / poetry relevant to some aspect of your muse. while these types of posts are usually centered around a specific theme ( HERE is an example on "endings" ) , feel free to choose a more general approach that would summarize your muse's essence. you can have as few as 4 pieces of media or up to 10, uploaded as a photoset.
PROMPT C. BY SOUND
if there was some part of your muse that could be captured by sound, how would it go? create a playlist of songs that encapsulate your muse. if you'd like a specific prompt, pick an emotion that resonates with your muse the most and create a playlist that, if someone were to hear, would make the listener feel the same way your muse experiences that emotion.
PROMPT D. BY VOICE
how does your muse speak? is it any different if they're talking to family, to a friend, to a stranger? does it change when they're telling a story, when they're lying, when they're putting on an act? write a piece of in-character dialogue ( similar to an interview answer ) of something your muse might talk about at 4 in the morning, no filters, no pretense ( or as closest as it can get ) . how do they sound when they think no one's listening? what things do they feel first compelled to talk about?
PROMPT E. BY SILHOUETTE
words aren't always so easily found --- and it's harder to describe someone if that someone might not even understand themselves --- but luckily there have been others before us, who've left us blueprints we can use to make sense of the whole. take any / all of the following quizzes from the perspective of your muse and post their results:
- our inspiration quiz (pw: supernova)
- what is your temperament?
- what is your jungian archetype?
- which character trope are you?
#6D6688 / a homing core that grows warm when you're near home
perhaps someone as aimless as you could use it for grounding once in a while.
#85958B / melancholic
they can get caught up in overanalyzing situations, which can lead to indecision or inaction.
#130F16 / child / destroyer
this dangerous entity promises a false sense of security, tempting you with the allure of a perfect life without hardship / the repressed rage and anger that we all feel towards the structures in our lives that no longer serve us, whether it be societal norms or our own conscious choices.
#9DB6C6 / damsel ( in distress )
( note the parentheses! )
@seominseo | to live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.
001. runner // tennis
runner i know you're living with a wild hunger, let me make the most of us. you know you'll never be a runner and leave me in a cloud of dust.
002. andromeda // weyes blood
andromeda's a big, wide open galaxy, nothing in it for me except a heart that's lazy.
003. sulky baby // yeule
some days i can't believe that i'm still here; some days i feel like i have no more tears to shed. instead i'm emptied out, dead, desperate for that feeling of excitement, praying for a planet alignment.
004. escapism. // raye
sunset in the maze.
005. where is my mind? // the pixies
your head will collapse, but there's nothing in it and you'll ask yourself---
006. meet me at our spot // the anxiety, willow, & tyler cole
baby we'll hit the 405, hypnotized by the lights. man, this must be the life.
007. in the rear view // unknown mortal orchestra
reading my tarot, future looks narrow, can't understand what it said. do you ever look back at me in the rear view?
008. mortal projections // djo
tell me, wasn't i in your dreams? i reached out as i was falling asleep, thought that you were next to me.
009. list of people (to try and forget about) // tame impala
they'll think my heart went dry but it was waiting in the wings.
@jhaeran | even though i dress the body, it is still naked, still killed.
001. eat me // demi lovato, royal & the serpent
i know the part i've played before. i know the shit that i've ignored. i know the girl that you adored, she's dead; it's time to fucking mourn.
002. black out days // phantogram
mirror on the wall, tell me all the ways to stay away away away.
003. bad karma // miley cyrus, joan jett & the blackhearts
they say it's bad karma when you live a double life.
004. i need a woman to love // kesha
i wanna just put my arms around you like the circles going around the sun. let me hold you, baby, at least until the morning comes.
005. no control // willow
i try to learn from the past, my head's down when i search for the path like i always do, always do. i'm an equation, i don't know the math.
006. head like a hole // gina and the eastern block
god money, i'll do anything for you. god money, just tell me what you want me to.
007. wilson (expensive mistakes) // fall out boy
i hope the roof flies off and we get blown out into space; i always make such expensive mistakes.
008. mimicry // kerli
i swear i got it right. i did as you told and i left my own north just to see you. i followed footsteps going nowhere until i realized you don't care, hiding in plain sight, messing with my head, looking on as i bled there.
009. i haven't even started with you // mieka pauley
how does it feel to have enough? is it like washing your hands, elbow deep in the tub --- you take soap and water, take hand one and two, rub them together, and at some point you're through?
