#Muse Aesthetic Meme

[the-heros-sidekick]

❝ went looking for a creation myth, ended up with a pair of cracked lips. ❞

He feels it first at the back of his neck. A buzzing, like the crackling of electricity underneath his skin, reverberating against the hollow of his skull. Something is knocking, making its presence known: A particular kind of evil that had snuck into Stiles’ mind once already, stealing away control over his body. Condemning him to sit back, trapped in his own mind, rendering him powerless. Doomed to watch in horror as his  blood-stained hands wielded sharpened blades against those he loved. They’d gotten him out, though nearly at the cost of his own life—a sacrifice Stiles had been more than willing to make, so long as no one else would get hurt because of him. And yet something must have stayed behind, lodged into the membrane of his skull like a shard of glass. For the longest time he’d managed to keep the horrors contained to only haunt him in the dead of night, leaving him sleep deprived and wrung out, every nerve ending scraped thin. But now, even the light of day no longer offers refuge for Stiles to feel safe. Long gone is the once obnoxiously loud, carefree kid—left in its stead is a man carrying himself with caution, treading quietly across the space between other people’s reality and what lies beyond. He knows there are demons out there listening, waiting for an opportunity to exploit any sign of weakness—a door left slightly ajar, perhaps, much like the door to Stiles’ mind they’d never managed to close. The feeling of impending doom crescendos and Stiles, feeling sick to his stomach with fear, clings desperately to the words he repeats to himself like a mantra. "Nothing gets in unless you let it.” But the words turn to ash in his mouth, memories of past experiences proving him a liar. 

an exploration of Teen Wolf's 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈 who, after leaving Beacon Hills behind, settled down in New York where he's now considered the FBIs golden boy ― crafted for @fakevz. following canon events of the show with additional headcanons. low activity & very crossover friendly. minors dni. this blog operates in english only. est. 2014 ♗ ©

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍: loss of innocence ⊹ comedic sidekick ⊹ overcoming demonic possession ⊹ a morally gray world ⊹ undying loyalty ⊹ survivor's guilt ⊹ agent of chaos ⊹ deflecting with humor

✧  𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 ✧ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 ✧ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒

I think I've loved you since I met you. I just mistook it for curiosity.

Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I felt this unquenchable need to know you.I blamed it on ulterior motives, justified it because I needed something from you, because you held the answers I was looking for, because no one else was able to help but you. Looking back on it now though, I'm starting to think that maybe some part of me knew right from the start, that first night I stumbled upon you in the woods, what took me years to see: Maybe my heart recognized that it was going to love you right away, and I spent the years to come catching up with what it knew right from the start. That it was always going to be you. How could it ever have been anyone else? Through mayhem and bloodshed, through fear and loss, through grief and sleepless nights, you were the one constant that remained. When I lost sight of everything--first myself, then reality, then hope--you were the one guiding my way like a beacon, or a north star. If I've ever known peace, it's in all the moments that your hand has touched mine and that your arms have held me tirelessly, putting your body like a shield between me and every inkling of danger. Of all the late-night wonderings of trying to make sense of the last decade (and failing), what remains is this singular thought: At least it was you. At least it was me. At least it was us, together. I'd bear it all a million times over if it meant I got to hold your hand at the end of it all. You are the moment of quiet at the end of a long day, you are breathless laughter, you're the patch of sunlight filtering in through the window that I stand in to warm myself. You are everything good in this world and living proof that there is hope despite it all, and I love you beyond measure.

[smallvesselforalargesoul]

Is somebody gonna match my bit?

[swallowedswan]

i can hear this gif

[flowizxs]

[in-ankhon-ki-masti]

Academic competence is so hot

[liroyalty]

[lilacsleeps]

Just hit a new level:

Mondays aren't the only struggle anymore. The whole week feels like an uphill battle now.

[ashton-ryder]

moodboard meme send me one of the following symbols and i’ll make a moodboard for my character.

@rhianwells asked:

💛 - for a moodboard about our muses’ relationship (x)

[sundered-souls]

LITERATURE AESTHETICS || The Advocate

STRANGE CASE OF DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE

cobblestone streets / lamps shining out of the fog / the warmth of a fireplace / unopened bottles of wine / the tension between what things seem to be and what they truly are / the heady thrill of freedom / panic of losing control / blood on the pavement / guilty vices / top hats and walking sticks / self-destruction / old documents tucked away in safes

FRANKENSTEIN, OR THE MODERN PROMETHEUS

rain hitting a windowpane / candles burning low / mountain ranges with white, snowy tops / frenzied obsession / a cemetery at dusk / slaughterhouses / all-consuming thirst for revenge / compassion turned to bitterness and hatred / a sense of duty weighing on your shoulders / inescapable guilt / the frozen wastes of the arctic circle / the feeling of someone breathing down your neck / lightning sparking through the sky

THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY

erotic longing / paint on a palette / golden curls and rosy cheeks / the desperation to cling to youth / bees lazily drifting through the grass / hedonism / the blackness of a soul / a dusty attic / hiding secrets / blood pooling on the floorboards / gut-wrenching jealousy / a dimly-lit stage / temptation into corruption

THE PRIVATE MEMOIRS AND CONFESSIONS OF A JUSTIFIED SINNER

cliffs rising up into the clouds / someone ambiguously supernatural always lurking / edinburgh's winding streets / religious zealotry /careful manipulation / family rivalry / a bible written in an indistinguishable language / a face that's always changing and shifting / something demonic masquerading as something pure

DRACULA

letters and diaries / suitors courting a lady / castles nestled deep within forests and mountains / terror of the unknown / the howling of wolves / aristocrats from olden times / a consuming hunger / the dead rising / horses' hooves thundering along a path / blood staining the snow / crucifixes warding off evil

WUTHERING HEIGHTS

fog over the moors / embracing one who is already dead / a cycle of abuse / vicious, snarling dogs / a house left to ruin / a thorn among the roses / toxic love / ghosts / the howling wind / flowers that have died and begun to rot / wasting away / a voice you can't identify

Thanks for the tag, @thefreelanceangel!

Tagging @auroraemberneko @abalathia @eorzeanflowers @miqojak @monster-of-master @nikolazuli @hanajimasama @laladventures @mythandral @ricard-blythe-ffxiv @houserosaire @shroudkeeper @ishgard @tallbluelady @archaiclumina @paintedscales @deadtail-ffxiv and anybody else interested!

(still going through my followers list to tag people, so if you're not interested, simply consider this a gentle boop then :p)

[littlebadger]

what specifically named color are you ?

phlox

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤyou  are  someone  who  often  finds  themselves  comforted  by  the  quiet  and  solitude  of  the  world  around  you.  you  find  soft  spoken  people  who  speak  their  minds  much  louder  than  those  who  scream  what  they  found  out.  you  find  temples  made  out  of  papier  mache  and  duct  tape  and  a  dream  and  put  offerings  at  their  altars.  you  are  quiet  in  the  way  you  love  the  world,  and  it  shows.  the  world  does  not  SEE  you,  and  that's  the  way  you  want  to  keep  it.  the  world  does  not  even  notice  you're  there,  and  it  scares  you  just  a  little,  just  a  few  moments  every  day.  you're  not  sure  yourself  if  you're  much  more  than  a  GHOST,  and  you  can't  bring  yourself  to  ask,  too  afraid  to  get  the  wrong  answer.

tagged by: @gamenu ( thank you lovely ! )

tagging: @candyredhzbins , @rockange , @infernalight , @outforlve , @voxistem , @erxsxre , @hexsreality , @kukyc , @redemptsin , &. any others who want to !!

[entriprises]

detective bradley memes

[kamipyre]

SUKI'S CAMERA ROLL (V. SCORCHED) ; 📸

1. paperwork organized and clipped...unfortunately. / 2. cake, cake, cake (that ray brought her)! / 3. annnnd there they go (ray & detective lang pursuing a suspect) / 4. plushies in a crane game machine. / 5. tea with mister edgeworth. / 6. a picture of the sky she took on her way home; she'll do her best tomorrow!

[oldestking]

Sometimes I ponder the idea of going back to a single blog, like,, not in the sense of leaving my currently active multi behind, or Gil behind, but like, that craving of having a new muse, that has their own space,, it feel like I haven't have that in some time already (and to those who know me, it's nothing unusual to find 844738382 blogs following u which are all mine OTJRPRJTRK)

[knotdispenser]

name: Bane Coil nicknames: none (yet) age: varies (appears 23) gender: Male pronouns: (he/him/his) secondary gender: Either. occupation: art student/ pool boy(?) notable features: diphallia species: Amphisbaena / gorgon(?) fc: Milo Manheim

[in-ankhon-ki-masti]

Dukh dard peedha actually toh parampara anushasan pratishtha ke consequence hai but our parents are not ready to have that conversation yet.

[liroyalty]

I've committed many Sins.