#x. meme

[daxambcrn]

send “…didn’t know where else to go…”

for your muse to show up at my muses doorstep one night during a thunderstorm, shivering, bleeding & soaking wet.

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                    🦇 Our muses decorating for Halloween   /   @thefixer​

        ‘  Y’know  don’t  you  think  it’s  a  BIT  early  for  that  SHIT  ’  Humor  hits  last  word  as  he  gazes  upwards,  and  sees  her  meticulously  draping  WEBS  all  over  the  corners  of  house.  Jackson  is  AMUSED,  happy  even  to  see  her  take  the  lead  in  such  a  domesticated  task.  SHIT  if  only  Mia  could  see  herself  NOW.  The  thought  alone  lends  a  smile  as  he  clears  throat,  ‘  ALRIGHT  fine  ’  ACTS  as  if  it’s  some  REAL  fucking  chore  ---  helping  the  love  of  his  life  get  the  place  ready  for  October  31st.  ‘  I  GUESS  now  is  the  RIGHT  time  to  tell  you  that  I’ve  got  some  pumpkins  and  corn  stalks  in  the  back  of  that  miserable  F-150  ’  READIES  himself  for  the  look  that’s  cast  in  his  direction  as  her  crimson  lips  turn  upwards  and  she  gives  him  the  biggest  of  grins.  The  kind  of  grin  that  melts  his  poor  miserable  heart.  ‘                 Hey  !  ’  Jackson  anticipating  words  as  a  laugh  manages  to  hide  within,  ‘  I  said  I’d  help  . . .  I  think  I  made  you  some  promise  at  1am  ’  Though  Jackson  had  been  TEN  steps  ahead  of  Mia,  it’s  been  his  favorite  holiday  since  the  age  of  TEN.  Something  about  the  whole  macabre  nature  behind  the  tradition  was  appealing  HELL  it  was  normal.  ‘  Y’know  ain’t  no  one  but  US  gonna  see  those  webs  . . .  ’  TEASING  her  gently  as  hands  go  to  raise  and  he  gives  the  SMALLEST  of  shrugs.  

          Their  household  already  has  pumpkin  spice  candles,  and  every  goddamn   candle  that  one  can  imagine  that  would  TIE  into  Halloween.  ‘  They  have  pumpkin  picking  next  weekend  ’  Jackson  continues  as  he  goes  to  the  shopping  bag  that's  on  kitchen  table.  Pulls  out  a  bag  of  spiders  as  hands  go  to  pull  bag  open,  ‘  I  was  thinking  we’d  go  . . .  take  the  little  monster  with  us  ’  Abel  has  taken  to  donning  a  FRANKENSTEIN  sweatshirt,  ‘  What  do  ya  think  ?  ’  Hand  holding  another  kitchen  chair  as  he  saddles  RIGHT  up  next  to  Mia,  ‘  You  gonna  be  all  fuckin’  anal  about  where  I  put  these?  ’  Right  side  of  lips  pull  upwards  into  HALF  a  smile,  and  he  then  goes  to  rest  bag  of  spiders  under  arm,  ‘  What  do  you  wanna  do  for  costumes  this  year  ?  I  was  thinking  Billy  and  Sidney  . . .  ’  Nose  scrunches  up  as  he  shifts  bag,  and  starts  to  put  spiders  on  the  webs  that  Mia  has  strewn  up,  ‘  That’s  a  BIT  on  the  nose  though  don’t  you  think  ?  I’m  not  sure  I’m  ready  to  relive  the  90s  ’  LAUGH  starts  as  he  then  sighs,  ‘  Let  alone  Scream  ’

[jirarhenare]

Often mistaken for having a purple or blue glow, those who have indigo soulcolors are serious, confident, and strong willed. They know what they want to achieve and set out to do so. They are often introverted and seek balance, setting a strong moral code for themselves and others.

This type admires respect over adoration. They are often social advocates for those who need it and believe peace can only be achieved when everyone is working together, not just a powerful select few. This makes them powerful enemies but a powerful group of close friends, as their charismatic personality to do what’s right attracts people to them.

Since they are constantly trying to differentiate themselves from blue and violet soulcolors, indigo soulcolors are often less friendly and nurturing on the outside, but on the inside, they’re tender and supportive. They prefer to keep those who break their outer wall closer than most.

Due to their uncompromising sense of justice, the indigo soulcolor often starts arguments that might not need to be started, uprooting things just because they don’t like them or playing “devil’s advocate” when unnecessary. Despite telling others to get over it, they rarely ever do so and hold grudges for a long period of time.

stolen from @cmahji-tia-ffxiv

tagging: @jserin-tia @ishamti-tia @seiunuyagir @thegodnameddream @zhivaan @mazinkhin @enairu​

THE TEST

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Send me “♬” and I will post 5 - 10 songs that sum up our muses’ relationship

[jirarhenare]

WRITER AESTHETICS: J’ira Rhenare

JOHN KEATS. the lavender in sunsets . flowers in the rain . sunlight slipping through clouds .  lazy summer afternoons . the heavy scent of musk . flickering candlelight reflecting off the gold titles of books . fireflies on a cool summer night . being wrapped in fresh bedsheets . the ache of wanting what you can never have . dripping sunlight like gold . loving someone so exquisite . soft lips and soft whispers . fingers through hair . names of lovers carved in trees .broken glass . the insistence of being perpetually dreamy

F. SCOTT FITZGERALD. mahogany wood . crisp winter skies with cold bright stars . the solitude of an early autumn morning wrapped in fog . empty bottles on stacks and stacks of books haphazardly placed in a messy room . pale bruised arms reaching out into the darkness . cigarette smoke just barely hiding the scent of blood, dirt .  alcohol . a wall of books all poetry and old and weathered . a bad thunderstorm occurring at the end of a beautiful day . the way tragedy strikes in your heart but ends up stopping your breathing for a moment . your favorite sweater . parties spilling into four a.m. with the stars above spinning and dancing .the contrast of blood against snow . a purple split lip oozing blood . black eyes fading to blue to pale skin . the butterflies of falling in love for the first time . the statues falling apart over time in cemeteries . the romanticization of self-destruction

FRANZ KAFKA. the weight of dread that sits heavily in your stomach when thinking about the future . decrepit houses cloaked in mystery from children telling stories of people who died there . the way not even light can escape a black hole . the rich smell of old books . delicate veins in the wrist . ghosts filling lungs . shattered bones . raindrops on the tongue . rusting metal . nostalgia that aches . the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head

H.P. LOVECRAFT. the anxiety felt when staring into an unknown cave . pouring rain and mud . a child’s fear of the dark . thinking so many questions about your existence as you stare at the vast expanse of never ending ocean . the silence of three a.m. . danse macabre by camille saint-saens playing on a record in an empty house . the possibility of aliens and the weird feeling it gives you that you can’t explain . explainable phenomena, strange lights in the sky in the dead of night . ouija boards and urban legends

JACK KEROUAC. the brisk pine air of being on a mountain . travels without a destination . those nights where you’re missing three hours of memory . screaming to a lifeless desert about how you’re so alive . coffee shops late at night . car rides at night spent speeding and laughing in the dark . naps spent in the sun . novels highlighted and underlined with notes and epiphanies in the margins . the way uncertainty sits on the shoulders . ignoring flaws and loving life . wind through hair, depression as fog in the brain . impossible ideals . a quiet sunrise . walks alone . when you think about trying to discover all the secrets to the universe . dazzling people . open lands stretching out into infinity . falling in love with being alive

EDGAR ALLAN POE. the ocean’s horizon inseparable from fog . hollow bones . a preserved heart held in hands . twinkling stars above an old graveyard . the way everything turns to dust . silent black birds with eyes full of wisdom . self-inflicted flames .  perfection depicted as a rotting corpse . death as bricks in the heart . lips barely brushing against each other . glassy glazed eyes . biting into a lemon . heart-shaped bruises . rotting flowers on a grave . dried blood and spilled liquor . the hush of dusk when it begins raining . the intimacy of a secret

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[jirarhenare]

✧ - from Mahji... if... there was any doubt.

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

I would kill you.✧ I would physically hurt you.✧ I would attack you unprovoked.✧ I would manipulate you.✧ I dislike you.✧ You annoy me.✧ You scare me.✧ You intimidate me.✧ I hope I intimidate you.✧ I pity you.✧ You disgust me.✧ I hate you.✧ I’m indifferent toward you.✧ I’d like to get to know you better.✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you.✧  I’m unsure what to think of you.✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you.✧ You are my friend.✧ You are my best friend.✧ You are my mentor.✧ I look up to you.✧ I respect you.✧ You are my hero.✧ You inspire me.✧ You are my enemy.✧ You make me happy.✧ I want to protect you.✧ I would fight by your side.✧ I consider you an equal.✧ I think you are beneath me.✧ I think you are above me.✧ I would lie for you.✧ I would lie to you.✧ I would sleep with you.✧ I would sleep by your side.✧ I would hug you.✧ I would kiss you.✧ You are family to me.✧ I would die for you.✧ I would kill for you.✧ I would trust you with my life.✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging.✧ I would trust you with a secret.✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret.✧ I love you (platonically).✧ I love you (romantically).

@cmahji-tia-ffxiv  - thanks for the ask! c:

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