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responding to @minseologs from here!

worrying about others was a trait ara couldn't help it even if she tried. it didn't even matter how old or younger the other person would be, taking care of somebody else just sets her soul at ease. either that, or the fact that it stemmed from her own issues dealing with her mother. maybe it was also a reason she wanted to feel dependent on but knowing how uncomfortable it may feel, she still wanted to seem helpful despite her worries. ara smiled softly and took a bite of her salmon salad before finishing it off with a sip of her water. noticing how the latter switched the topic from speaking about herself to the heiress only made sure that her social cues picked up on leaving the latter alone. dully noted, "oh well, i hope your coming weeks pick up for you." she started and took another bite of her food before continuing.

having a salad wasn't quite filling but if word got back to her mother that she wasn't eating properly, or rather, according to her rules then all hell would ensue. quickly shaking the thought of her mother berating her once she stepped foot back into the house, she focused on the woman before her, "me? well, if you're interested in wanting to know then i hope you could tell me if i made a mistake or not by minoring in accounting. i'm good with numbers but it's just so boring... and it's already my second year so it's quite late to change it." there's a frown present on her face before it morphs into one that raises a brow with a purse of her lips.

"although, i do have a little bit of a crush?" there's a soft blush crescenting on the apple of her cheeks as her smile widened just a bit.

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INNOCENCE, THERE’S BEAUTY TO IT SOMEWHERE.

middle school graduation

inherited with beauty, graced with wealth, and embedded with knowledge, she is everything to be envious of. to be born into the lavish lifestyle with worrying being nonexistent sounded like pure heaven to those beneath her. from day one, she was always reminded of where she stood within society and to guard the pedestal with care because trust was a daring topic for elites like her. as a relentless compulsion, she engraved that saying within her mind and continued to prosper the way others wanted. she would indulge in a tremendous amount of spending, give the most grandest of gifts, treat others at the most expensive diner and continuously raided her father’s money to appease the minds that whispered among her. day in and day out, she lived like a robot being commissioned only to pay as her emotions were no longer exhilarating while her elementary and middle school years went on.

she was no longer happy and expressed her opinion on their flamboyant ideas causing an uproar of disappointment and harsh assumptions to be left within the stilled air. this wasn’t what she wanted, she didn’t want to become friendless if she wasn’t going to pay for their needs anymore and the outcome to her cease only caused tears to trail down her beautiful face while heading home. at the age of 13, a tender age with a mind that went against heart, she was confused and only wanted to be in the arms of warmth.

“mother, why aren’t they my friends anymore?” tears began to drench her silk top staining dark as the water dispersed beneath the material.

“what have i done for them to say such harsh words?” a hiccup bounced from the tip of her tongue as her small arms reached around her mother whose caresses were rhythmically soothing. a soft hum was renounced in a way to soothe her young child as her older brothers and sister appeared at the bottom of the steps rushing over to help their younger sister.

“ara! what’s wrong?” the eldest of the four, seunghun, wrapped the younger one into his embrace and reassuringly patted her small back, “seungjae, go get her some water.” seungjae, the second oldest, walked into the kitchen to grab her some as ayeong, the third oldest, wiped her tears.

“mother, what’s wrong with her? why won’t she stop crying?” the eldest asked his mother as ara’s bottom lip trembled with another release. seungjae’s return caused ara to wipe at her tears while she looked at her mother who only smiled and wished for her to begin as to which, she did.

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MOTHER, A GREATEST SUPPORT AND DISCIPLINE.

middle school talent show

designer heels clicked and clacked against the marbled floors of the concert hall in partition to the main floor of the upcoming piano recital for the private middle school’s talent show. heartbeat rising as the heiress pressed her lips together repeatedly causing her mother’s tongue to latch against the roof of her mouth in disapproval of her daughter’s nervous antics. “have i not disciplined you enough for your antics to subside?” her lips opened to respond to her mother but she knew what was better for her well-being and instead bowed her head softly. raising just to twist her next from beside her mother and behind her to glance at the individuals who walked by and while the heiress bowed politely and smiled gracefully, a frown was forthcoming. “your father, your sister, and brother are going to be late. go on now and prepare for the show, ara.”

“yes, mother.” the 12 year old heiress could not hide the disappointment as she bowed to her mother and walked off towards the hall’s waiting room with shoulders leaning forward. if her mother was there to witness her slouched shoulders and posture resembling a crooked pole, she’d get an earful with how unladylike her stature is being or how disappointed she was to see her daughter easily juvenile that her father and brothers were not there to see her off. ara couldn’t help being disappointed, it almost made her feel discourage to continue because of those tenacious hours she has put into practicing and perfecting the piano piece to display her determination; it would show her father and siblings that she too can be hardworking just like they are.

albeit, she knew playing the keys were far too distinct than to try and compare the similarities of the hardships both, her father’s and sibling’s, work are. she still wanted to embrace how punctual they are when it came to meetings, work parties, and charitable events, so why couldn’t they have been punctual to her piano reception as well? ara sighed softly and straightened her posture before glancing at herself in the mirror, brown eyes gleaming before her as her white dress illuminated her fair skin. her naturally straight hair curled to perfection. she was like a princess.

“miss ara, you’re on next. please head to the curtains.”

like a princess, she smiled warmly and bowed her head placing her feet on the ground. the love she has for her father and siblings are far too much for words to explain so why should there be any animosity towards them. sure, being late could mean that they are held up or they are in traffic. positively, she thought of many things to ease her feelings as she trudged up towards the curtains and waited to be introduced.

‘my father and brothers will be in the crowd sitting right next to mother. they will be there, smiling at me. i got this. make my family proud of me.’

her lips curled upwards and as brightly as she can yet softly and with prestige, she walked across the stage and greeted everyone with high regards before settling herself atop of the black bench that paired the steinway and sons concert grand piano. fingertips rested gently against the white and black keys and before she began, she closed her eyes and smiled softly relaying the piece that her eldest brother helped picked out, debussy’s clair de lune. opening her eyes, she looked down and began to play, making sure to put in every ounce of emotions set into place where it was needed. to emphasize, to retreat, to straddle, every note held its own and while she played, it felt as if she was the only one in the room. listening to the music clearly, hearing it melt into her ears, coding it precisely to measure the finale and when it was over, her mind snapped back into reality and her ears soon succumbed to the overbearing claps.

standing to bow before the crowd, her eyes locked with her mother’s who had the biggest and brightest smile she has ever seen. as ara glanced to her mother’s side to see three empty seats, she could only smile and bow again to the crowd to hide the unfortunate tears that welled.

after the concert, the young heiress greeted her fellow classmates and went to find her mother who held a beautiful bouquet of her favorite flowers in her hands. hiding her disappointment with the absence of her father and siblings, she smiled and hugged her mother while thanking her for being there. “ara, you are a brilliant young woman. you must know that your father and siblings really wanted to be here but –” as politely and courteous as she could, ara shook her head and pulled back to glance at the flowers. “it’s alright, it’s just a talent show. are those for me, mother? where did you get these?” her eyes sparkled at the bouquet as her mother laughed softly before telling her.

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NATURAL AESTHETICS THAT APPEAL TO THE HEIRESS.

fluffy white nimbus clouds. dark grey cumulonimbus clouds. rain clouds. a hurricane. light spring breeze. a sherbet-colored sky at sunrise. hazy yellow skies. deep blue ponds of fresh water. blankets of sparkling snow. tornado winds. monsoon flooding. rich, orange sunsets. soft, purple clouds at dusk. heavy hail. the rumbling of thunder. icy sleet. gentle snowfall. moss-dusted tree bark. pink sunset clouds.

grey winter skies. navy blue skies in the daytime. cool mist in the morning. leaf-bare trees. giant ocean waves. the full moon. a cracked, dry desert. rolling hills of prairie grass. sweeping waves of briny seawater. rocky, steep ravines. rippling canyon walls. spindly, cave stalactites. creeping, green ivy. lush canopies of leafy trees. dense, white fog. a peaceful creek of clear water. flowering cacti dusted with dew, catching light in the morning sun. a bubbling, hot pool of volcanic sulfur. sharp, grey mountainsides. fossils nestled in chunks of rock. a white sand beach. deep imprints of animal tracks in the dirt.

soft, squishy moss. uniform rows of birch trees in winter. delicate mushrooms popping up in spring from beneath the decay on the forest floor. tumbleweeds jerking in the faintest wind across the desert landscape. light rain. summer wildfires. a mixing of hot and cool air before a storm. silent lightning in the static of summer heat. a windy blizzard. thick flakes of snow tumbling down from the sky. a tree standing alone in a barren, yellow field. a desert of loose sand and tall, orange dunes. a pure blue sky. a river of molten rock. a grove of flowering trees. twisting, mangled roots sticking up from the muddy ground.

bitter, cold winds. tumultuous skies of stormy clouds. branches of lightning ripping across the sky. a foggy swamp. the tree-bare foothills of a mountain range. sandy brown cliff sides. rocky coastlines. the violent shaking of an earthquake. the mysterious sound of ethereal trumpets in the sky. the lights of the auroras borealis and australis. a black sand beach. a lone tropical island in the reef of shallow, aqua waters. underwater volcanic vents. a herd of migrating mammals. tree branches growing heavy with ripe fruit. light streaming down through the clouds. a field of lush grain waving peacefully in the summer breeze. the sound of insects and frogs teeming in the night. natural disaster.

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things you've said at 1am

there's a small sigh that escapes between the heiress's lips as she wandered through the exquisite hall of one of many events to come. now that she has returned home from abroad, accompanying her parents to the gatherings were her first priority as the only child without a significant other nor family of her own; her parent's used this excuse as to finding a potential son-in-law. although she knew clearly that they mean well, sooner or later her meddlesome elder brothers would swoop in with their own potential bachelor's list.

thinking of such thoughts caused her to smile to herself as she couldn't help a chuckle from escaping. there isn't much to see nor do as she more or so felt like an outcast within her own circle. having been abroad for nearly half of her life, she wasn't familiar with the other children to reputable figures or rather, feigned ignorance to their presence only meeting quotas by false pretenses.

having found a suitable and quiet space upon an abandoned balcony adorned over a beautiful flower garden below, she rested her elbows against the marbled rails with a grunt. these events truly bored her as it was only to rekindle connections for businesses or create new ones, each and every single time. conversing with others truly is a work of art, or should we say that a person who has the wits and power to persuade an individual, a work of art? well, it was that and also the fact that her family has a long history.

ruminating over this fact, she furrowed her brows softly and was so immersed in her thoughts that she couldn't feel the presence behind her. the figure was a man who smiled gently as he soaked in her semblance from behind.

he waited for this day - for so long that he dreamed so much about it. the familiar scent that he found comfort in, the familiar warmth that he missed basking in, the familiar voice that kept his mind from shattering, and the familiar smile and lips that he found intoxicating. he caught his breath and exhaled shakily as he was nearly in tears.

it's been three long years since their last encounter and for it to have ended in such grief just showed how much he regretted it.

"ara..." his voice resounded through the emptiness surrounding them as ara shuddered inwardly, almost forgetting about such a sound.

setting the glass aside, she breathed in slowly and exhaled just the same before gathering enough courage to turn around and face him. as she did, the pair of designer heels clicked against the surface of the gravel, breath hitching as his features scoured her vision.

"rowoon..." his name, ever so slightly, brushed past her fleeting lips as she smiled effortlessly to mask her alarming heartrate. his broad figure suited the sleek dark blue suit he donned and hair primed to suit his face as she swallowed dryly. he looked really, really handsome. a sight she wouldcould never get tired of.

he smiled brightly as he heard his name and stepped a bit closer, eyes trailing her figure as if to permanently tattoo each and every aspect of her appearance into his brain. "you look very beautiful, ara... dare i say even grew more beautifully over the years."

his compliments reached her ears as she smiled softly, the tips of her cheeks sinking inward to show off the dimple that made her appear like a cat. seeing her appearing as such, he couldn't help but step even further towards her to finally smell the scent he has been wanting to smell for the past years.

extending his hand, he looked at her softly and waited for her answer as she relented and placed her hand in his. once the warmth he was once familiar with registered into his senses, his smile grew into a brighter one before emitting a soft laughter that caused her to do the same.

placing a hand on her waist while the other held her hand, she followed suit and held her posture as he guided her within the dance. the music may have been absorbed by the distance but there was a melody still able to see fit.

eyes never leaving one another as they danced among the balcony and themselves. if anyone didn't know any better, they'd have thought the two were lovers from the past from the way they were immersed with each other.

as the melody soon became to an end, so did their sway - she moved to remove herself from his grasp but he only tightened his hold on her waist after leaving her hand. "ara, please."

brows furrowed in torture as she listened and placed her hands on top of his arms, she opened her mouth to retort but he silenced her with his lips. her hands moved from his arms to his chest to push him away but it only made him desperate to deepen his affection as he moved his hands from her waist to the sides of her cheeks. after what may have seemed like eternity, he finally pulled away and placed his forehead against hers as tears welled in both of their eyes.

"i love you, ara and i will, always." he hoarsely declared as the tears that welled in his eyes dripped once he blinked and moved his lips to her forehead, gathering her into his arms.

ara could only lower her hands from his chest to encircle his waist as she leaned against the comfort she found within his embrace. her tears streaming slowly as she couldn't confine her emotions.

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Protective sentence starters??

because visualizing muses in these situations generally equates to puppies guarding each other and its wonderful

“No, don’t do that it’s not safe.”

“You’re scared of that, aren’t you?”

“Don’t touch her/him!”

“It’s cute that you tried to protect me and all, but you’re like a foot shorter than me, you know?”

“I will always step in between you and something like that.”

“Why? Because I don’t want you to get hurt, that’s why!”

“Do you think just because my feet don’t touch the bottom of the pool that I need a floatie?”

“The stepping stool is unecessary.”

“I’m not apologizing for what I said to that asshole/jerk… He/she was saying terrible things about you.”

“If you say another word about her/him, you’ll regret it.” 

“I don’t want to put you in that type of environment.”

“Make sure to tell me if you get worried, or nervous, or claustrophobic, or-”

“You could have been hurt.”

“I indirected him/her on Twitter for your honor.”

“I think you should leave this type of thing to me.”

“I’m gonna protect you.”

“You can hold onto me if you’re scared, you know?”

“I’m not leaving you alone.  Not now, not ever.”

“Let’s all watch a different movie.  This one freaks her/him out.”

“I get where you’re coming from dude, but honestly shut the hell up and don’t talk about her/him that way.”

“She/He isn’t an object.”

“She/he told me what you did, and all I’m gonna do is tell you to stay away.”

“You don’t know anything about her/him!”

“What?  You think that was funny?  You just insulter her/him, and expect me to laugh?”

“I’m not gonna let you put up with that.”

“Really, if you told me to I’d go punch them for you.”

“Wait, let me walk you home.”

“I’ll drive you, please– please don’t go like this.”

“It’s dangerous.”

“I’m worried about you.”

“I meant it when I said I would protect you.”

“I’m not stepping aside until you back up.”

“It’s too cold for you to come out here without a jacket on.”

“I’ll go see what the noise was.”

“Stay on the phone with me.”

“Promise me you’ll be safe.”

“I don’t feel comfortable with you going there on your own.”

“He/She did what to you?”

“I won’t let you go through something like that again.”

“I’m not perfect, but I’m trying my hardest to do everything to keep you safe.”

“Stay behind me.”

“I promised your mom to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid tonight.”

“I love you.  Of course I’m gonna defend you like that.”

“No, he/she isn’t good enough to take you out.  Trust me, I know.” 

“Are you planning to stay glued to my side this whole evening?”

“I’ll be okay, because I know you’re back here ready to step in if I need you.”

“Thank you for always sticking with me.”

“I’m really worried about her/him, but I don’t think he/she wants me to call.”

“I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”

“Like, I don’t expect to ever have to take a bullet for you, but I would.”

send a name and a sentence xx

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—    BASICS.

▸     IS    YOUR    MUSE    TALL    /    SHORT    /    AVERAGE ?

ara is more on the taller side, standing at 5′7″. 

▸      ARE    THEY    OKAY    WITH    THEIR    HEIGHT ?

definitely, ara feels as if her height brings out a very detailed characteristic about herself.

▸      WHAT’S    THEIR    HAIR    LIKE ?

to say that her hair isn’t a pride of hers would be like sinning before god himself. ara, especially her mother, values hair as a lifeline to help lead one to a better life. without being dyed a specific color, it’s normally a jet black that is sometimes hinted with a tint of midnight blue due to the dark shade which is also straight and its length reaches the bottom of her ribs. however, as of now, she has dyed it a dark brown with the length still the same but with layers that are accentuated to frame her face including fringes. the feeling of her hair is like fine silk and as smooth as jade. like fingers running through a stream of calm water where your fingers slightly break the contact point of the waters pulsation. 

▸     DO    THEY    SPEND    A    LOT    OF    TIME    ON    THEIR    HAIR     /    GROOMING ?

as said before, her hair is like a lifeline. ara spends a good amount of time of keeping her hair the way it should be. hair masks are done weekly to make sure that her hair contains the moisture that it should, trims frequently to rid of the split ends, and when dyed, precautions are done to ensure that her hair isn’t damaged in any way. however, with heat involved depending on the situation, she always uses a heat protection and often times ask her hair stylists to make sure that they don’t fray at the ends.

▸      DOES   YOUR   MUSE   CARE   ABOUT   THEIR   APPEARANCE   /   WHAT    OTHERS    THINK ?

due to being an heiress to not one but two influential and venerable clans, her appearance needs to be withheld upon others eyes. her care for fashion piqued an interest in the field when she was taught to dress herself and to be evaluated before the head matron herself. despite caring for her own appearance, she doesn’t have the slightest care as to what others may think of her. albeit her mother may agree to disagree, ara would rather indulge in her own beauty than to listen to what others may say.

—    PREFERENCES.

▸     INDOORS   OR    OUTDOORS ? ▸     RAIN   OR    SUNSHINE ? ▸     FOREST    OR    BEACH ? ▸     PRECIOUS    METALS  OR    GEMS ? ▸     FLOWERS    OR    PERFUMES ? ▸     PERSONALITY  OR    APPEARANCE ? ▸     BEING    ALONE    OR    BEING    IN    A    CROWD ? ▸     ORDER   OR    ANARCHY ? ▸     PAINFUL    TRUTHS   OR   WHITE    LIES ? ▸     SCIENCE    OR    MAGIC ? ▸     PEACE    OR    CONFLICT ? ▸     NIGHT   OR    DAY ? ▸     DUSK    OR   DAWN ? ▸     WARMTH    OR    COLD ? ▸     MANY   ACQUAINTANCES    OR    A    FEW    CLOSE    FRIENDS ? ▸     READING    OR    PLAYING    A    GAME ?

—    QUESTIONNAIRE.

▸      WHAT    ARE    SOME    OF    YOUR    MUSE’S    BAD    HABITS ?

ara was raised to not have any bad habits or habits that would explain her character not being normal. but now that she is away from home and isn’t under the scrutiny of her loving mother, there are a few that ara knows her mother would scold her for. one, not taking a shower before a bath to rinse off the bacteria and dust from outside. two, shaking her legs when she gets restless and let me tell you, she gets restless when her hands aren’t busy doing anything. and lastly, three, forgetting to eat her meals at appropriate times of the day. as someone who owns quite a few businesses, her notion of time fuses together and causes her to eat rather late at night or not at all. 

▸      HAS    YOUR    MUSE    LOST    ANYONE    CLOSE    TO    THEM ?      HOW    HAS    IT    AFFECTED    THEM ?

as far as she knows, she hasn’t lost any of her relatives yet as others who don’t have their great grandparents around but if a rabbit can impact a life than it shall. however, the lost of the rabbit hasn’t affected her negatively due to her father lecturing her about the circle of life and that perhaps, if it’s meant to be, she will have another rabbit. but truth be told, she hasn’t looked at pets the same anymore.

▸      WHAT    ARE    SOME    FOND    MEMORIES    YOUR    MUSE    HAS ?  

when ara made her mother a custom piece jade bracelet that until this day, her mother has never took it off and wears it as an accessory with each attire she wears. when her father and elder brothers came to visit her despite their busy schedules to take her out to the amusement park and dinner afterwards. when her second eldest brother made her laugh after she cried losing her rabbit for good. when her great grandparents raised her to be who she is today.

▸     IS    IT    EASY    FOR    YOUR    MUSE    TO    KILL ?

yes, if and only if she felt as if her safety was being threatened. ara’s supernatural side is rather docile and would rather spend her days wasting on earth than to propagate herself to serve the heavens again.

▸      WHAT’S    IT    LIKE    WHEN    YOUR    MUSE    BREAKS    DOWN ?

ara is rather silent, deafening silent. there’s no music taking space in the air, nor people serving at her feet. she’s in a corner of her room or any room within her home. lights off, curtains covering the windows, air conditioning blasting at it’s fullest. she wants to become one with the cold and would strip herself until she’s only in her under garments. there are no tears, just eyes void of emotions like a still lake with no ripples. it’s a silence, just a deafening silence.

▸      IS    YOUR    MUSE    CAPABLE    OF    TRUSTING    SOMEONE    WITH    THEIR    LIFE ?

definitely but only if they prove to her that they are worthy. she takes trust rather seriously and cannot fathom a broken trust. part of the reason she has trust issues and would rather stick to herself than to affiliate with others. 

▸      WHAT’S    YOUR    MUSE    LIKE    WHEN    THEY’RE    IN    LOVE ?

as if they’re on cloud 9. butterflies fill her stomach if and whenever she hears their name or see them whether in pictures or in person. hues of pinks and reds would hover the tips of her cheeks and ears if they were to give public display of affection as she is not the type to do pda. she is rather reserve and keeps the emotions hidden from other’s eyes. she would like to hear them talk, no matter the topic, the hour of the day, or how long they have. there’s always an air of serenity surrounding her when she’s around this significant other and most of the time find herself staring at them for longer than usual. like a typical princess finding her prince. 

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ANGSTY   LYRIC   SENTENCE   STARTERS  .

“   when   i’m   thinking   too   much ,   i   realise   i’m   unkind  .   ” “   i   hope   that   our   few   remaining   friends   give   up   on   trying   to   save   us  .   ” “   what   are   your   intentions  ?   ” “   what   are   your   intentions  ?   i’m   ashamed   by   mine  .   ” “   i’ll   never   come   back   to   this   town   again  .   ” “   i   pretend   that   i’m   nicer   than   i’ll   ever   be  .   ” “   i   hope   you   die  .   ” “   i   hope   you   die  .   i   hope   we   both   die  .   ” “   i   am   selfish   and   deluded  .   ” “   enjoy   my   hypocrisy  .   ” “   i   hope   it   stays   dark   forever  .   ” “   i   hope   the   worst   isn’t   over  .   ” “   i   should   just   shut   my   mouth  .   ” “   i   hope   when   you   think   of   me   years   down   the   line ,   you   can’t   find   one   good   thing   to   say  .   ” “   there’s   evidence   piled   against   me  .   ” “   i’d   hope   that   if   i   find   the   strength   to   walk   out ,   you’d   stay   the   hell   out   my   way  .   ” “   i   am   drowning  .   ” “   you   are   coming   down   with   me ,   hand   in   unlovable   hand  .   ” “   i   don’t   like   walking   around   this   old   and   empty   house  .   ” “   your   mind   is   playing   tricks   on   you ,   my   dear  .   ” “   it’s   killing   me   to   see   you   this   way  .   ” “   there’s   an   old   voice   in   my   head   that’s   holding   me   back  .   ” “   just   let   me   go  .   we’ll   meet   again   soon  .   ” “   all   that’s   left   is   the   ghost   of   you  .   ” “   i   am   awful   just   to   see  .   ” “   the   hardest   part   of   this   is   leaving   you  .   ” “   i’m   a   half - empty   girl  .   ” “   just   let   me   cry   a   little   bit   longer  .   ” “   i’m   not   gonna   smile   if   i   don’t   want   to  .   ” “   i   want   you   to   stop   insisting   that   i’m   not   a   lost   cause  .   ” “   i’ve   been   through   a   lot  .   ” “   all   i’ve   got   is   just   to   stay   pissed   off  .   ” “   leave   me   here   a   little   bit   longer  .   ” “   i   don’t   want   you   to   see   me   cry  .   ” “   you   say   we’ve   gotta   look   on   the   bright   side  ?   well ,   maybe   if   you   wanna   go   blind  .   ”

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gythe horror renaissance aesthetic edition

bold what applies to your muse Tagged by: @east--moon - thank you for tagging me bub!  Tagging: anyone who’d like to do this!

the vvitch: the darkness of a cluster of trees. a crackling campfire. the snap of a twig underfoot. the sound of children’s laughter. a sense of kinship with animals. isolation in the wilderness of life. fighting to free yourself from repression. cutting ties with toxic family members. feeling lost, alone, and afraid in the forest of your own emotions. the feeling that something – or someone – is watching you.

it: the refreshing feeling of summer vacation. spending time with your best friends. the feeling that something important is missing from your life. waking from a nightmare in the middle of the night. the sick feeling of missing a step while walking up the stairs in the dark. thinking you see something moving just out of your line of sight. cotton candy. red balloons. a shiver running down your spine.

mother!: a sense of peaceful isolation, relief in solitude. the spike of anxiety upon being thrust into an unfamiliar situation. feeling protective over the things that are yours. a tumultuous turn in a relationship with someone you love. smoke billowing from a roaring fireplace. a thunderstorm raging outside an open window. the gut-wrenching sound of a baby crying. your heartbeat pounding in your ears as your blood boils.

annihilation: embarking on a new adventure. the pursuit of knowledge and truth. the discovery of something you don’t quite understand, but want to. something strange and powerful running through your veins. sheer otherworldly beauty. the lump in your throat when you know you’ve done something wrong, and want to make up for it. the aurora borealis. a rainbow across the sky in the wake of a terrible storm.

halloween: a flickering jack-o-lantern on a front porch. distant sirens. being haunted by your past. a constant sense of vigilance. the sound of shattering glass. living like it’s the last night of your life. coming together to protect the people you love. a secret passageway. feeling the need to look over your shoulder as you walk home alone at night. blood staining your clothes.

hereditary: the creeping dread of walking through your house alone in the dark. dark family secrets, buried and then brought to light. strained family relationships. the feeling of something crawling on your skin. fear so suffocating that you struggle to breathe. an eerie light coming in through your bedroom window. losing your head. a heavy depression that threatens to destroy you.

suspiria: a curtain of long hair spread out across a pillow. the comforting touch of a hand against your cheek. a close circle of friends. music that carries you to the point where you just can’t help but dance. the thrill of having accomplished one of your goals. great power hiding behind innocence. straining to try and remember something you’ve forgotten. extending your hand in friendship and solidarity to others.

midsommar: a garden of brightly colored flowers bursting into life. a beautifully embroidered dress. dancing hand in hand. flowers braided into long hair. paint smeared across blank pages. billowing smoke. pristine white cliffs. the feeling of being left out of an inside joke. herbal tea. a close sense of community. letting go of painful memories and toxic relationships and moving forward in happiness.

us: feeling a disconnect with what you see when you look into a mirror. finding catharsis through dance. coping with trauma. hiding secrets from the people you love, fearing rejection. the haunting sight of an empty street. an ominous silhouette against the horizon. the lingering, unwanted connection to someone else. the rush of adrenaline as you run. rabbits. letting your past finally die.

black swan: the tune of the main theme of swan lake played in a music box. fighting and destroying yourself. going too far in order to find perfection in one’s art. a neurotic tendency which effects your mental state. black wings. losing innocence through sexual encounters. the haunting sound of wind instruments imitating the sound of swans. losing yourself through the music. the tragic story of the swan queen.

helter skelter: obsessed with one’s own beauty. feeling like your time is running out. flashing lights from cameras. the sound of the clock ticking. the abuse of drugs that make you unravel. feeling like you’re being forgotten by the world. mirror mirror, on the wall. the ugly reality of plastic surgery. manufactured beauty. a romantic partner that uses you to climb the social latter. the color red. dirty secrets let out by someone you trusted as revenge. disappearing into obscurity.

sympathy for lady vengeance: an angel passing over a quiet dinner. red eyeshadow. being punished for someone else’s crime. getting revenge from the person who hurt you. spiritual transformation during isolation and imprisonment. pure as white snow. taking the blame to save your loved one. promising to never sin. singing happy birthday with a candle-lit cake to ghost children. reuniting with a child. snow falling during the night.

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Dormir la lune dans un oeil et le soleil dans l'autre, l'etoile entre les lévres, le vent entre les doigts. Dormir ainsi, sans bouger, l'âme tremblante...

Béatrice Libert, Translated by Renée Linkhorn and Judy Cochran.

To sleep with the moon in one eye and the sun in the other, a star between one’s lips, the wind between one’s fingers. To sleep this way, perfectly still, while the soul trembles...

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sources of light

sun rays.

effervescent smiles, dandelion puffs, bare feet, beach waves, flowers pressed into books, champagne glasses, rose-gold eye shadow, boho skirts, wire-rimmed glasses, hair in loose waves, kaleidoscope eyes, sunshine in your hair, fire in your soul.

incandescent bulbs.

crop tops, floral print, dancing in the rain, quiet defiance, hand-knit beanies, rosé, painted bookmarks, marble floors, cirrus clouds against a blue sky, polaroid pictures, hands held, fingers intertwined, flower crowns, baby bluebirds.

stardust.

lace bralettes, brisk breezes, jasmine-scented perfume, books with yellowed pages, tracking constellations, sterling silver, violin music, chess games, iced coffee, glittery dresses, high heels, secret grins, midnight meetings, wishing upon a star.

candle flames.

denim jackets, gladiator sandals, braided hair, messenger bags, movies at the cinema, stolen kisses, wax-sealed envelopes, haiku poetry, cherry wood, succulents, fountain pens, jigsaw puzzles, soft tired eyes, hidden smiles, cuddling with someone you trust.

moonbeams.

newspapers, over-sized sweaters, dancing shadows, fleece throws, cutoff shorts, piano chords, red wine, messy buns, embossed journals, a hint of blush dusted across your cheeks, freshly fallen snow, tranquil solitude, burning incense, light hair and dark skin.

auroras.

combat boots, burgundy lips, infectious laughter, spiral-bound notebooks, pencils used down to the stub, ripped jeans, painted nails, cloud-watching, summer thunderstorms, hiking trails, vinyl records, film cameras, skating on a frozen lake, hot chocolate by the fire.

fireworks.

dancing until the break of dawn, heelys, being wheeled around in a shopping cart by your best friend, the euphoria of soaring through the air, being excited for what the future holds, group hugs, colorful tattoos, bronzer-highlighted cheeks, hugging a stuffed animal, lifting a child onto your shoulders, space buns, bright streaks in your hair.

tagged by: @kkotseo - thank you for tagging me bub! uwu tagging: anyone who’d like to do this!

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FIVE  SENSES  AESTHETIC.

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SIGHT. small towns. big cities. six thirty curfews. lights that take the place of stars. blanket nests. light through the blinds as a wake up call. found family. finding a single star in the middle of new york city.  window shopping. watching something terrible and enjoying it.  growing numb to the sight of injustice. wilted flowers. faded caricatures.  bright, bold colors.

HEARING. crickets and lightning bugs.  car engines and a / c units. a phone call to mom / dad. laughing with friends. jokes that are so bad you have to laugh. the clicking of computer keys.  noise canceling headphones. the sound of silence. muffled music from another room. drumming fingertips on a table.  clicking of pens.  listening to a clock and swearing the ticks get slower. ringing in the ears.  the voice of someone you love. pitch shifted songs.

TOUCH. being held close during a long night. fleeting reassurances. holding hands when you’re scared. brushing fingers through strands of hair. freshly dried clothes. bruises on your knuckles. silk and satin.  your favorite pet’s fur or feather. wringing your hands anxiously.  snuggies.  comforters in the dead of winter.  nails against skin. cold metal. leather in summer.

TASTE. coffee in the morning. tea in the evening.  bubblegum that lost its flavor. alcohol burning the back of your throat.  homemade cooking, no matter what’s made. blood in your mouth. stale air. mint. fresh vegetables.  that processed taste of citrus candy. the first meal you cook by yourself that tastes good. foreign sweets. fast food. bittersweet. sour.  spicy.  sweet. bitter. too much salt on fries.

SMELL. morning glories and honeysuckles.  freshly cut grass. hot chocolate in the middle of winter. nail polish.  acetone.  hospital rooms. smoke (incense). hair spray.  your favorite shampoo /conditioner. the scent of home.  perfume.  cologne.  mint.  something burning.  wet dogs. copper. metal. unemptied ash trays. something familiar yet different.

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MUSE AESTHETICS.

BOLD ANY WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE. ITALICIZE WHAT THEY LIKE. REMEMBER TO REPOST & NOT REBLOG. FEEL FREE TO ADD TO THE LIST!

fire. ice. water. air. earth. claws. fangs. wings. gold. diamonds. grass. leaves. trees. roses. metal. iron. rust. rain. snow. lace. silk. cotton. sun. moon. stars. blood. dirt. mud. silver. steel. sugar. salt. lavender. glass. wood. paper. wool. fur. smoke. ash. ocean. bruise. scar. wind. spices. light. dark. paint. charcoal. wine. hard liquor. sweat. dust. bare feet. canine. feline. coffee. tea. books. scratches. petals. thorns. hay. glitter. heat. cold. steam. frost. candle. sword. spear. dagger. staff. arrow. hammer. shield. spikes. sand. rocks. roots. feathers. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. herbs. waves. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. clay. stone. brick. lions. wolves.

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Brief Profile: Repost, do not reblog.

PLACE IN SOCIETY

financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty.

medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged.

class or caste: upper / middle / working / slave / unsure.

education: qualified / unqualified / studying.

criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no.

FAMILY

married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / widowed / separated.

has a child or children / has no children / wants children.

close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased.

orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s).

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader  / follower / in between.

empathetic / unempathetic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between

cultured / un-cultured / in between / unknown.

loyal / disloyal / unknown.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown.

BELIEFS:

monotheist / polytheist / atheist  / agnostic.

belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in an afterlife:  yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in reincarnation:  yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in aliens:  yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious.

philosophical: yes / no / in between.

OPINIONS

pro-suicide / anti-suicide / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-euthanasia / anti-euthanasia / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-choice / anti-abortion /  doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-marriage / anti-marriage / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-death penalty / anti-death penalty  / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-drug legislation / anti-drug legislation / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-murder / anti-murder / doesn’t know or on the fence .

pro-cannibalism / anti-cannibalism / doesn’t know or on the fence.

left wing / right ring / middle / doesn’t know or on the fence.

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

allosexual / asexual

alloromantic / aromantic.

sex repulsed  / sex neutral / sex favourable.

romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable.

sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious.

potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

ABILITIES

combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS

drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

medicinal drugs: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

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