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acedecoeur · 11 days

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𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒: 𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑. black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. alcohol in glass decanters. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. dark alleys. empty streets. driving at night . horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the american south. the american northeast. england. analog cameras.

𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑. gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. spiders. books.

𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒. bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. suburbia. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. outdated television sets. nightmares psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. household objects turned into improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. character masks scrunchies. queerness. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑. malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. mausoleums. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at something you can’t see. black ooze. old photographs. faces you can swear you’ve seen before but can’t for the life of you figure out where. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐃 & 𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑. aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw-marks. bite-marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. abandoned houses. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking / backpacking.

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐒. daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. asylums. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms with no one inside them. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. suspicion. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots.

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acedecoeur · 28 days

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𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾?

𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕛𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥

you're gentle, thoughtful in your kindness, and very careful when you're helping others. your warmth is obvious only to some── but to them, it is life-saving. you don't think of your warmth as much. really, it feels like the least you can do. but you are providing something that no one else can. there are people out there that will not be helped by reckless optimism. but you see love as a risk, and when you take it, you will heal others (and yourself) in ways you didn't see as possible. you do not believe that people are good. really, you don't believe that you are good. they can be. you have been. no one is better than you at offering warmth to people who are difficult to love. i am asking you to offer that same warmth to yourself. even when you think you don't deserve it. especially when you think you don't deserve it.

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acedecoeur · 5 months

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𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔

(rules: bold for your experiences)

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acedecoeur · 5 months

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RULES : bold which thing your mun prefer (or, in some cases, maybe just hates the least!) out of each of the following pairs.

peace or war?

sun or stars?

flowers or trees?

crescent moon or full moon?

rooftops or balconies?

ink or glitter?

life or death?

order or chaos?

candle or bonfire?

ocean or sky?

leather or silk?

sweet or sour?

overstimulation or under stimulation?

book or letter?

handwritten or typed?

soft or coarse?

fight or flight?

spoken or written?

silver or gold?

playing cards or tarot cards?

cramped or vast?

playlists or podcasts?

fruits or vegetables?

cats or dogs?

farm or city?

text or call?

soda or juice?

summer or winter?

movies or tv shows?

waffle or pancake?

ice cream or cake?

tattoo or piercings?

vanilla or chocolate?

truth or dare?

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acedecoeur · 6 months

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𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖?

𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙

You're a witch! You are intellectual, inquisitive, talented and clever. In addition to your smarts, you have an infectious laugh and a charming sense of humor. You're also a great cook! While you are generally introverted, you enjoy spending nights out with your closest friends and cooking for your loved ones. You probably talk about running away to live in the forest all the time. You have excellent problem solving skills and rarely back down from a challenge. Congrats witchy friend!

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acedecoeur · 1 year

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❝ warum siehst du mich so an? ❞ Thematik: Fragen

Die schlaflosen Nächte zeichneten sich inzwischen auch schon auf seinem Gesicht ab. Die dunklen Schatten unter seinen sonst strahlenden Augen bildeten einen Kontrast zu der blassen, fast durchscheinenden Haut. Ghost hatte schon immer ein Faible für die Nacht, was nicht minder daher rührte, dass er seine Magie am besten nachts aufladen konnte. Die Mondstrahlen waren für ihn ebenso wärmend, wie für manch anderen die Sonnenstrahlen. Es war schwer einem Außenstehenden klarzumachen, dass er nachts nicht fröstelte, sondern viel mehr eine angenehme Wärme ausstrahlte und sie auch so empfand. Viele Magier zogen ihre Kraft aus anderen Elementen. Aus der Sonne, der Erde, dem Wasser, manche sogar aus dem Feuer. Und Ghost zog sie aus den Mondstrahlen. Nachts war es, als würde ihn der Mond in eine verheißungsvolle Umarmung einladen, dessen Bitte Ghost nur schwerlich abschlagen konnte – und wollte. Schon bevor seine Magie sich als Kind tatsächlich auch auf anderen Wegen, als das bloße Kribbeln seiner Haut und den goldenen Funken in seinen Augen bemerkbar gemacht hatte, empfand er gegenüber dem Mond solch eine Faszination und Anziehung, dass er sich nachts oftmals auf den Balkon schlich, um den Nachthimmel zu beobachten.

Es waren allerdings nicht nur die lebhaften Träume, die ihn seit Wochen heimsuchten, sondern auch die Tatsache, dass er sich den Kopf über Rome zerbrach und ihm somit jegliche Art von erholsamem Schlaf geraubt wurde. Erst vor wenigen Tagen war ihm etwas bewusst geworden. Etwas, was er kaum wagte zu denken, geschweige denn es auszusprechen. Nicht einmal Corvina gegenüber sagte er ein Wort, auch wenn sie normalerweise die Person war, der er alles anvertraute. Es war ein seltsames Gefühl sich niemandem anvertrauen zu können – auch wenn Ghost schon immer eher dazu tendierte Dinge für sich zu behalten. Es war einsam seine Gedanken Corvina nicht mitteilen zu können, auch wenn sie ständig nachbohrte. Irgendwann musste er ihr seine Gedanken und die neuste Erkenntnis mitteilen, aber er wusste schlichtweg nicht, wie sie darauf reagieren würde. Ob er es Rome sagen sollte? Nein, wenn Ghost richtig lag, würde er es nicht verstehen und lediglich auf seine blühende Fantasie schieben, für die er schließlich bekannt war. Dabei war es keine Fantasterei, sondern eine Tatsache, die sich so lange vor seinen Augen verborgen hatte. Anfangs war er sich nicht sicher gewesen. War das, was ihm im Kopf umher schwirrte die Wahrheit? War es möglich, dass es nicht nur König Ender, sondern auch Rome getroffen haben könnte? Die Fragen kreisten ständig in seinen Gedanken. Sie stolperten übereinander, warfen sich zurück und versuchten weitere Kreise zu bilden, sodass nur noch mehr Fragen aufkamen. Was, wenn es keine Möglichkeit gab das alles zu beweisen? Aber die gab es, das wusste der Magier. Nun lag es an ihm Rome davon zu überzeugen ihn diese Theorie überprüfen zu lassen, denn er wusste, dass der Prinz keinen anderen Magier an sich heran lassen würde. Das ewige Kopfzerbrechen machte es ihm schwer sich auf seine eigentliche Arbeit zu konzentrieren. Schließlich lag es mitunter auch in seinen Händen die Ursache für den Fluch des Königs zu finden. Inzwischen waren sie zwar zu der Erkenntnis gekommen, dass der Fluch von einem mächtigen Magier gesprochen worden war – auch wenn Ghost das schon von Anfang an klar gewesen war –, aber wer dieser Magier war, das war noch unklar. Es war nicht einfach die magische Spur zu verfolgen, die sich in dem Körper des Königs ausbreitete. Der Fluch breitete sich außerdem rasant aus, weswegen sie auch unter Zeitdruck standen. Selbst die fähigsten Magier scheiterten an der Aufgabe die magische Essenz im Körper des Königs zu identifizieren oder sie gar zu lösen. Sie saß tief verankert in seiner Brust, direkt über seinem Herzen und nahm die gesamte Magie ein, die noch übrig geblieben war. Es war einerseits faszinierend zu sehen, dass der Fluch die eigene Magie des Königs verschlang und lediglich die schwarzen, zähen Fäden hinterließ, andererseits war es auch furchterregend. Ghost heilte viele Flüche, die meisten waren unsauber gesprochen oder falsch ausgeführt – was sie manchmal noch viel gefährlicher machten, als ein korrekt ausgeführter Fluch. Aber dieser Fluch, dieser Fluch war nicht nur boshaft, sondern auch mit einer Art Magie gewirkt, die über dunkle und verbotene Magie hinausging.

„Warum siehst du mich so an?“ Romes Stimme echote durch den hohen Raum. Augenblicklich blinzelte Ghost mehrmals, um wieder in der Realität anzukommen. Er fühlte sich ertappt, auch wenn ihm nicht bewusst gewesen war, dass er Rome anstarrte. Ja, seine Gedanken kreisten seit Tagen fast ausschließlich um ihn, aber normalerweise hing er seinen Gedanken in der Anwesenheit des Prinzen nicht so nach, wie es nun der Fall war. „Ich habe dir eine Frage gestellt“ zischte der Prinz, die dunklen Augen zu Schlitzen verengt und die Lippen aufeinander gepresst, sodass sie lediglich eine schmale Linie bildeten. „Ich habe nachgedacht. Über deinen Vater“ – und dich fügte er in Gedanken hinzu. Ghost würde es nicht laut aussprechen, um weitere Fragen zu vermeiden. „Und deswegen starrst du mich so an?“ kopfschüttelnd löste Rome sich von seinem Stuhl. Nur wenige Meter trennten sie voneinander und Ghost richtete den Blick augenblicklich wieder in das Buch, welches vor ihm auf dem Tisch lag. Rome sollte nicht sehen, dass er sich ertappt fühlte und seine blassen Wangen nun rote Flecken aufwiesen. „Ich habe im Raum umhergeschaut und muss dich wohl unbewusst fixiert haben, tut mir leid.“ Leer daher gesagte Worte, die – leider – auch nicht die gewünschte Wirkung zeigten. Ghost wusste, wie impulsiv und reizbar Rome in letzter Zeit war. „Blödsinn. Lüg‘ mich nicht an“ unheilvoll knurrte er ihm die Worte entgegen. Und mit jedem gesprochenen Wort verfestigte sich seine Annahme, dass Rome ebenfalls verflucht worden war. Nicht, dass der Prinz nicht schon immer einen Hang zum Sadismus hegte, aber ihm war eine Wesensveränderung aufgefallen, die an puren Wahnsinn grenzte. Anfangs schob Ghost es auf die Umstände, auf die Krankheit seines Vaters, aber Rome schien unbekümmert, fast sogar schon gleichgültig, wenn es um den König ging. Und das war etwas, was ihn hatte stutzig werden lassen. Man konnte sagen was man wollte, aber Rome war schon immer ein Familienmensch gewesen und zu sehen, wie wenig er sich um das Dasein und die Krankheit seines Vaters scherte, war der kleine Funke, den Ghost gebraucht hatte um auf dieses Ergebnis zu kommen. „Ich lüge dich nicht an. Du weißt genau, dass meine Gedanken oft und schnell abschweifen. Gerade, wenn ich arbeite.“ So beschwichtigend wie möglich wendete er sich dem Prinzen zu, der mit langsamen Schritten näher kam. Als wäre Ghost seine Beute, fixierte Rome ihn mit den dunklen Augen. In nur wenigen Atemzügen baute sich Rome auch schon über ihm auf. Aus seiner sitzenden Position müsste er sich bedroht fühlen, aber Ghost fühlte sich noch nie bedroht von Rome. Geschweige denn, dass er Angst vor ihm hatte. „Ich habe keine Angst vor die, Rome. Also hör auf mit dem Blödsinn und lass mich arbeiten.“ Fast schon desinteressiert wendete der Magier den Blick wieder ab. Jeder, der so mit dem Prinzen sprach, würde augenblicklich geköpft werden. Nicht er, dafür war er zu wertvoll für die Gemeinschaft und für die Familie. Noch immer spürte er die Präsenz des jungen Mannes, der keinen Zentimeter von ihm wich. In seinem Inneren regte sich die Magie, die instinktiv auf die Umgebung reagierte und sich zu einem kleinen Ball in seiner Brust formte – bereit zu wirken, wenn Ghost es wollte. Doch wie er es bereits geahnt hatte, drehte Rome sich ohne ein weiteres Wort zu sprechen um und verlies den Raum. Ghost musste unbedingt der Vermutung nachgehen, die er hegte.

Rome war nicht er selbst und das galt es nun zu beweisen.

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acedecoeur · 1 year

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𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆?

𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖.

Sinking ships, raging seas and tumultuous hearts, love isn't easy for you. It's a struggle, a constant inner fight of should I? Can I? Do I? Feelings are hard and they rumble inside you in a dissatisfied mess that begs to be let out. Your heart screams and cries inside you and you... You can't, you won't. You're scared. And love is scary, it's hard and sometimes it just doesn't work out. People leave, people hurt, people change their minds. And you and your cold stormy heart yearn for the calmness, for the distance, to be allowed and able to simply not feel. And yet, you do. It rages, it fights and storms inside you and you try to keep it down, keep it quiet, to feel pretending not to. It's the burn of childhood friends growing apart, of parents that aren't quite there, of relationships that burn out. So you snuff it down with water, cold and calming and blue, blue, blue. But being loved by you is blue too, just not in that way. It's the soothing, embracing feeling of floating, the moment when you sink down bellow the waves and become one with the water, with everything. It's the balance, the dramatic yet calming sound of waves that crash against a rocky shore. You're the good and the bad, the violence of the storm and the watery peace right after. You're the blue, blue feeling and loving you is watery tears, yelled confessions that no one will hear and burying your feelings in a deep watery grave never to be found out about. Your love is dark stormy blue, it's vast and deep and all encompassing, it's safety in the surface of danger, it's trusting the unruly abyss and yet I'd gladly risk drowning just to feel what it's like being loved by you.

Geklaut von @a-neverending-story

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acedecoeur · 9 months

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𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖?

𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕝

You never wanted to hurt anyone, but the world never gave you a choice. You did the best you could with what you had, but every innocent mistake you made was held against you when it counted, every crossroads led you down the wrong path no matter which way you went. No matter what you did, the odds were stacked against you. It wasn't fair, and you are sick and tired of being told what a monster you are for things out of your control. Well, fine. They want a monster? YOU'LL GIVE THEM A MONSTER!

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acedecoeur · 9 months

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𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚?

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟

"oh," the voice pulls back, just a little. "so you've embraced it." "the world is unkind," you say, arms folding over your chest. "why should i be?" the voice laughs. "you have a point." — the world's uncaring, so you've decided this is the next best thing— you've made an arsonist out of yourself and you'll burn down your enemies just in case you'll burn down with them. i'm really not the person who has the right to judge people for what they do, but i just want to tell you that even though the world doesn't care, there are people who do. and i know that seems rich coming from a stupid optimist— but i just hope you realise that.

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acedecoeur · 9 months

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𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒇𝒇?

ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕥: 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝔻𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝔻𝕚𝕖

Maybe the story starts with the hero finding out you died, or maybe you're dragged off screen just before a gunshot. Or, possibly, you suffer a wound that no mortal could possibly survive. Then, in the hero's most desperate hour (or just in time for sequel bait), you'll reappear to save the day. Something makes you stronger than most, or perhaps there was simply a grand, miserable sort of miscommunication regarding your status. Nonetheless, just about everyone will be happy to see you, and more than happy to hear the story of how you survived. Just hope that the author won't make a habit of this- otherwise no one will know what to do when you die for real.

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acedecoeur · 9 months

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𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕-𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕠𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕔 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕝𝕖

excerpt from its wiki page: "The World Turtle (also referred to as the Cosmic Turtle or the World-bearing Turtle) is a mytheme of a giant turtle (or tortoise) supporting or containing the world. The mytheme, which is similar to that of the World Elephant and the Hindu World Serpent (not to be confused with the Norse World Serpent), occurs in Hindu mythology, Chinese mythology and the mythologies of the Indigenous peoples of the Americas. The "World-Tortoise" mytheme was discussed comparatively by Edward Burnett Tylor." ... if you got this result you are wise, magnanimous, worldly, and dignified. you're also very slow to react to things and don't take change well. but ultimately you contain...

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acedecoeur · 10 months

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⸻ 𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔

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acedecoeur · 1 year

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@destinedxheiress

#⠀ ⠀ ⸻ . ☽ ❛i believe that your soul and my soul are very old friends.❜ 〉lovis #001. ⸻ i was born a leader no throne or crown is needed / * ghost.#*friends

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acedecoeur · 1 year

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𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚?

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕕𝕤.

questioning yourself again? well it's a hard choice is it not. you always decide you've made your mind but you seem to nevertheless return to this state of uncertainty. are you good or evil? dark or light alas? alas, I am not fit for such details in morality. In my slightly skewed sight of it, neither truly exist. they are but a mindset, but mindset or not, they still give you quite the anxieties hm? you are one who has lived in fear, your heart is hidden, and you don't know who to trust. you doubt you can even trust yourself. the caustic words of poisonous people have corroded into your skull. "you are evil. you are a monster. you are bad." well that is indeed a bunch of poppycock, mind my language, for the only one who may decide that is you. my dear, you are torn between never allowing others to hurt the ways you hurt, and from running away from all who might harm you again, with gnashing teeth. you are a cornered animal who has been kicked by the ones it trusted. you do not know whether to trust again, for your mind is screaming, don't. but if I may, you can be both. it is not the question of whether you are good or evil, it is the question, what do I deserve and how might I reach that? you do not deserve pain, correct? so never chase that, instead kindly decline and flee from those like your past assailants, but trust the ones who you know are good. sometimes you will find people to be a messy combination of both pain and love, but so are you and I. my advice is to simply be kind, but be willing to question. always question, always wonder. do not give away your heart on a silver platter my dear, it is worth far more than the sun himself, but don't fail to allow healing. you deserve good things in life. so as you stand between two roads, walk between the third you just now have noticed. life seems to be made of entirely preposterous choices, but if you look close enough, you'll reveal the right ones that are normally hidden from sight. breathe my dear, things will be well. trust yourself, and carve your own path.

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𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑨𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑺

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[ 𝘾𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙍𝙎 ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. gray. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green.

[ 𝙀𝙇𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙎 ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops.

[ 𝘽𝙊𝘿𝙔 ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercing. tattoos. strong. weak.

[ 𝙒𝙀𝘼𝙋𝙊𝙉𝙎 ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. words. books. household objects.

[ 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙄𝘼𝙇𝙎 ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. opal. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ 𝙉𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀 ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. valley.

[ 𝘾𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙎 ] lions. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. boars. bats. birds.

[ 𝙁𝙊𝙊𝘿𝙎/𝘿𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙆𝙎 ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. peach. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. bread.

[ 𝙃𝙊𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀𝙎 ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. drinking. climbing. running.

[ 𝙎𝙏𝙔𝙇𝙀 ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. sandals. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. suspenders. masks. cowls. braces. tie clips. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. toolbelt.

[ 𝙈𝙄𝙎𝘾 ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

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𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

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APHRODITE. laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO. glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account.

ARES. armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS. keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, dishevelled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA. discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

DEMETER. soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS. drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theatre masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS. the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.

HERA. resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

HERMES. devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road space trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON. storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS. thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch.

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