#helltownhqtask1

[diwatafms]

»» 𝐃𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐙'𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

gracie abrams - hard to sleep twenty one pilots - heavydirtysoul joji - worldstar money (interlude) labrinth - i’m tired (with zendaya) - bonus track taylor swift - this is me trying conan gray - people watching billie eilish - lunch hozier - too sweet fletcher - shh…don't say it rina sawayama - stfu! the smiths - heaven knows i'm miserable now - 2011 remaster boygenius - satanist iv of spades - hey barbara boygenius - not strong enough fletcher - attached to you loveless - running up that hill (a deal with god) g-eazy - lady killers ii måneskin - i wanna be your slave måneskin - baby said the internet - she dgaf - explicit album version

[antoinettefms]

»» 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

bibi - sugar rush king mala - she calls me daddy the weeknd - thursday sleep token - aqua regia zeina - teach i dont know how but they found me - absinthe masego - tadow doja cat - so high billie eilish - i didn't change my number kard - icky ari abdul - babydoll the weeknd - stargirl interlude childish gambino - les aespa - armageddon xg - woke up lee hyori - 10 minutes kali uchis - moonlight denise julia - b.a.d.

[sunset-fms]

»» 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

weezer - only in dreams clay - waiting for god in the garden liana flores - rises the moon trillian - drift away omnichord jack stauber's micropop - bumblebees are out mitski - francis forever tally hall - hidden in the sand reneé rapp - what can i do hozier - sedated harry styles - sweet creature roar - i can't handle change wabie - hey lover! steven universe - love like you (feat. rebecca sugar) - end credits

[helltownohiohq]

𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 — 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘩𝘲𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘬1

reflecting is a part of the human experience; looking back, sometimes thinking too long or too hard, or even glancing in a mirror to gaze upon oneself. reflecting is natural, it's common, and sometimes . . . it can lead to us learning something about ourselves that we never anticipated. for this task, we are encouraging our members to have their muses, or themselves as muns, REFLECT; and you can do this however you so choose.

some ideas:

a reflection of your muse looking back on something that has happened to them in the recent or distant past, self-para style. or maybe through poetry or some other expressive means.

creating a moodboard, graphic, or visual that reflects elements of your muse; aesthetics, colors, textures, etc. . .

making a playlist that reflects or encompasses your muse and their life experiences. or maybe it's one your muse listens to when they journal or meditate or to wind down, or maybe it's one that reminds you ( the mun ) of them. . .

explore how they're currently handling themselves and their lives: how are they coping with recent events ?? have they looked in the mirror at themselves lately ?? do they journal or write a diary — maybe write out an entry.

the possibilities are quite literally limitless.

reflection is cool because, much like what we see in the mirror, it looks different for everyone. we encourage you to take this time to reflect with your muses and get to know them and how they express themselves on a deeper level. this reflection can be current, it can be distant, it can be literally whatever you want it to be !!

there is no time limit for this task, and no requirement to participate, but is a way to reconnect and rediscover who these characters are !! please tag your posts #helltownhqtask1 so we can see :)

[stxinedpxges]

▹You will find something more in woods than in books. Trees and stones will teach you that which you can never learn from masters.

The school day was drawing to an end, a lull had settled in the classroom, the clock ticking seemed to get louder with each movement of the hands. His students stared at him blankly, all interest that had in the lesson waining as only a few minutes remained of the day, of the week and then they were free to enjoy their weekends unburdened by the need to learn in a stuffy classroom. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket, drawing his attention away from the board. He ignored it, he couldn't exactly ask his students not to use their phones and then get his out, even if there was only a few minutes left. He finished writing the assignment up and then turned to the class. ❝And the moment you've all been waiting for, class is dismissed. Assignment is due in two weeks and I you have any questions, you know where to find me ❞

The classroom filled with murmurs and the sound of chairs scrapping agains the floor as the classroom slowly shuffled out, eager to be free from the college if only for the weekend. Devin let out a sigh and returned to his desk, organising the mess that had accumulated throughout the day. It was a habit, he'd finish the day tidying up his mess and swear to himself that he'd not let it get so out of hand but at the end of the next day he'd be doing it all over again. As he shuffled his papers into a more presentable stack he remembered his phone had buzzed earlier and he had yet to check his messages. Discarding all thoughts of tidying up, Devin flopped into his chair and pulled out his phone. He was expecting a text from a friend, maybe his sister or some kind of promotional spam but his brows furrowed at the notification from a blocked number.

He opened the message, curiosity would never allow him to ignore something like this and was surprised by the invitation that now flashed onto his screen.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 . . . presented by...

He read the first part out loud, but the information on who was hosting was missing and only added another question to the many that where forming in his mind. He read on, his voice echoing around the empty classroom.

 ❛ come celebrate with us on the TWENTIETH OF JUNE as we welcome the 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞. follow the lit path into the woods at 4:50PM to the bonfire in the clearing. there will be vendors, food, and drink provided. music, fun, celebration, and prayer for the better, warmer, and longer days ahead. this is a private invitation. join us. ❜

His curiosity turned to a feeling he couldn't describe. Intrigue? Unease? Both perhaps?.The words themselves held no ill meaning, it was a pleasant invitation that in any other situation wouldn't even raise eyebrows or questions. But this was Helltown and nothing here went without a questioning look, nothing here was done without a reason. He stared at the screen, reading and rereading the message the words soon memorised so he know longer had to look at the text, yet he couldn't take his eyes away. This wasn't being held by the town, he could deduce that much by the anonymity but any clues as to who was organising it were not inherently obvious. In terms of the private invitation part, that had baffled him more than the invite itself. Why had they invited him?

Whatever the reasoning behind him receiving an invite, whoever had orchestrated this, Devin knew the answers may be at the event itself. He's spent months investigating on the side, deep in town history and books as he tried to answer the questions that haunted the town. But could it really be as simple as joining whomever it was, in the woods, to celebrate the solstice?

[helltownohiohq]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 — 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦

𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚑𝚚𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚔𝟷

beyond the church that sits on the edge of town, there lies a wood. this wood, this forest, is filled with trees that stretch their branches so high the birds dont fly above them in fear of finding heaven before they are meant to. the wind whistles between branches that struggle to grow leaves even in the warmth of spring, babbling brooks winding between weary trunks that seem to stop without reason — drying up at both ends, but flowing in the middle.

no one in 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐎𝐡𝐢𝐨 is brave enough to venture into the woods, especially on their own. . . well, no one of sound and sane mind, that is. many say that the whispers often to be confused as ones from the church are actually coming from the trunks of old oak trees and the wildlife that live amongst them, deer hooves snapping twigs being confused for murmurs of a foreign language, murky creek water bubbling over mossy stones sounding more like a shush than an instrument of nature.

shh. shh. shh.

one day . . . you open your phone to find a message. the number is blocked, untraceable, and the message that follows either plagues you with excitement, morbid curiosity, or a deep, harrowing sense of dread.

an invitation . . .

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 . . . presented by . . . by . . .

( it's smudged out . . . you can't make out the name of who is hosting. . . )

the invitation reads:

 ❛ come celebrate with us on the TWENTIETH OF JUNE as we welcome the 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞. follow the lit path into the woods at 4:50PM to the bonfire in the clearing. there will be vendors, food, and drink provided. music, fun, celebration, and prayer for the better, warmer, and longer days ahead. this is a private invitation. join us. ❜

a private invitation ?? why was this sent out via text and not announced by the mayor or put in the newspaper ?? is this an event being sponsored by the town or . . . someone else ?? SOMETHING else ??

all you know is, you're not sure if you'll go. maybe you will, but can you bring a friend ?? the invitation does say private but . . . maybe those you know received one too. are you the only one on the guest list or, are there others ??

there must be a catch. this is 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐎𝐡𝐢𝐨 after all . . . but maybe, maybe, it could be fun. could be harmless, just someone wanting to throw a party without the town finding out, and who doesn't love a bonfire ??

so many questions . . . but are they the right ones ??

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

this is a task preluding our first plot drop of chapter one !!

part one of the actual event will take place on JUNE 1ST and go until JUNE 20TH. it is up to you whether or not your muse attends, but more details will be posted on the first day of the event. . .

until then, you can decide what your muse chooses to do with the invitation . . . if they choose to do anything at all, that is.

a self para, a thread, texts chains — whatever you choose to do, please tag it as ' helltownhqtask1 ' so we can read :-)

this task is not required.