#* HOWL YOUR MELANCHOLY QUESTIONS 「MEMES」

[beastbrid]

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* HEY THERE DEMONS! IT’S ME; YA BOI (OOC)

* HOWL YOUR MELANCHOLY QUESTIONS (MEMES)

* COME GET Y'ALL JUICE (STARTER CALL)

* A LIGHT THAT FLICKERS FROM TIME TO TIME ( ISMS)

* MY BLOODLINE IS IRRELEVANT TO MY VALUE (IC)

* SHE WORE HER TRUTH IN HER EYES (MIRROR)

* A MIND FULL OF THOUGHTS (HC)

* IF I RELAXED MY BODY NOW - I’D FALL APART (STUDY)

[kennheir]

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* THE WOLF IS GENTLE-HEARTED     「ISMS」

* ALL STORIES ARE ABOUT WOLVES     「IC」

* A WOLF IS A WOLF; EVEN DRESSED IN SILK     「AESTHETICS」

* SHE'S MORE SOUL THAN SKIN     「STUDY」

* SHE WAS BORN WILD AND CURIOUS     「MIRROR」

* A MIND FULL OF THOUGHTS      「HC」

* HEY THERE DEMONS! IT'S ME; YA BOI       「OOC」

* HOWL YOUR MELANCHOLY QUESTIONS       「MEMES」

* COME GET Y'ALL JUICE       「STARTER CALL」

* IT’S LIKE CHRISTMAS!      「MEME CALL」

* I LOVE THEM SO SHOULD YOU!       「PROMO」

* IT'S TIME FOR AN UNWANTED OPINION!!!       「META」

[kennheir-a]

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#* THE WOLF IS GENTLE-HEARTED     ( MUSINGS)

* ALL STORIES ARE ABOUT WOLVES     (IC)

* A WOLF IS A WOLF; EVEN DRESSED IN SILK     (WARDROBE)

* SHE'S MORE SOUL THAN SKIN     (STUDY)

* SHE WAS BORN WILD AND CURIOUS     (MIRROR)

* A MIND FULL OF THOUGHTS      (HC)

* HEY THERE DEMONS! IT'S ME; YA BOI      (OOC)

* HOWL YOUR MELANCHOLY QUESTIONS      (MEMES)

* COME GET Y'ALL JUICE      (STARTER CALL)

* IT'S LIKE CHRISTMAS!      (MEME CALL)

[through-the-heathers]

Small Midwestern Town Gothic (A Setting Description based on a regional gothic meme)

Meme by tumblr user @sparklyandheroic

*Disclaimer: I’ve never lived in the midwest. I live in Alberta, Canada. Not exactly midwestern.*

In my small, midwestern town, you often hear noises at night. Frogs croaking, coyotes howling, the distant sound of cicadas buzzing. These sounds terrify me at night, but it's even worse when they aren't there. It makes you wonder what horrible being is lurking in the shadows, what terrifying creature is prowling in the forests. Tonight, there was nothing. Just pitch black darkness that seemed to seep into your very being, and a silence that made you metaphorically insane. Or, possibly, literally insane. I'd wouldn't know.

The people in my small community are tightly knit, but we all have our secrets. They pretend to be normal and friendly during the day, but that all changes when you lock your doors at night. Then, their true colours appear. The chanting that is sometimes heard at the early hours of the morning, performed by the kind, seemingly innocent family that bakes you apple pie in the chilly autumn months. The rustling of leaves from the moonlit forests in the late night that you convince is from the wind, although you know that it isn't. Those are the true colours of my seemingly innocent town.

The mystery of this unknown town is what makes my melancholy life mundanely exciting, but what also makes my mundanely exciting life melancholy. It's a part of my everyday life, and always has been. Even my parents, whom I thought I had known better than anybody else in the world, had secrets that, even I, hadn't known. They had left on “urgent business” weeks ago, and I haven't seen them since. It was part of the cult that most people in this town were a part of, although we all still went to church, just to feel ordinary. That was what this town was about. Feeling ordinary, fitting in.

Here, time seems to stop. Not like I would know, as I'd never been out of this town. Was there even anywhere to go outside of here, or did this reality stop at the city limits? Once you drove past, would it go on forever, just hitting the same rest stops over and over again, driving along the never-changing highway for an eternity? I had always wanted the answer to these questions, but hadn't cared enough to find them.

There were so many questions that I wanted the answers to. So many questions.