Tumgik
#;;muse: HEINO
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
8 notes · View notes
malusrecord · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
HEINO can speak but his preferred/main forms of communication are expressions and gestures (with the latter being the common/stronger inclination and performed via his telekinetic VIRTUE because he’s not keen on being touched or touching others) which are usually, but not always, on the more subtle side. If you can get him to speak to you; no matter the duration of said conversation or the context, it’s going to feel or be significant in some way. It’s important to note that while hearing his voice is rare HEINO does mouth words, although it’s a hard thing to catch given his stature, his penchant for avoiding eye contact, etc, and it’s usually faster/more efficient to go with the more physical/telekinetic communication.
Some of the more open minded hjorian’s (especially those who know HEINO well or have worked closely with him) even think HEINO capable of speaking across all three of the known frequencies---including the frequency that’s supposed to be complete silence/voiceless---but it’s a theory that’s never been proven or expanded upon by other common hjorian. The only one whose made progress in this regard is RENE and he's tight lipped about it for a variety of reasons.
0 notes
Text
youtube
0 notes
Text
0 notes
Text
0 notes
Text
which imaginary illness do you have?
Tumblr media
Muse: ULAR
Result: Teething
Your teeth are growing sharper, until they can rend flesh as easily as air. Your hunger is growing ardent, the unquenchable fire of yearning burning steady in your gums. You want so much - you want to devour it all. The thrill of the chase becomes more and more of a rush until you finally sink your canines into someone. Sometimes your smile feels so wide, as if you could swallow reality whole.
Tumblr media
Muse: RENE
Result: Blooming Pox
Their roots have taken hold inside your veins, your breath is shared now. Life grows from your flesh - an inescapable, floral infection. It will feast upon you until you have nothing left to give, it will trap you and make you unable to move forward. You know all this as you watch the flowers bloom just above your skin, their own petals stained with crimson - but isn't it nice to be needed, doesn't it feel good to have them depend on you for them to grow out of your not yet rotting corpse.
Tumblr media
Muse: Reverse!ULAR
Result: Shedding
You are losing yourself, bit by bit. Your own skin is peeling away, moths forming out of it as you shed more of yourself. Your breaths birth hummingbirds and doves as they abate, your fears turning into savage things of teeth and claw. How much more of yourself will you have to grate away until you fit the mold you set yourself today? How much more will have to go tomorrow? How much longer until you've shed too much of yourself - until the pieces you left by the roadside are more than what little you have left?
Tumblr media
Muse: HEINO
Result: Melancholic Pneumonia
You carry the past with you, it clutters up your lungs. The golden sand of beloved memories, the rainbow of missed opportunities you still agonize over, the dust of a life spend doing mostly banal things. They escape you with every breath, your cough stained with impossible colors. In a way the dust reflects your constant forgetting of the past - the hundreds of things you let go of every day to make room for hundreds more. You are choking on your own past, the architect of your own demise, each breath sour and harsh. Letting go of the past now won't do you any good - it's far to late already, your melancholy is already flooding your lungs. Enjoy a few last breaths of the present. The past is catching up quick.
Tumblr media
Muse: OSKAR
Result: Storm Syndrome
You never really knew how to be yourself, distancing yourself from your own existence - standing outside of the house even as the storm closed in. You are going through the motions of everyday life, uncaring except for the toughest storms. Each one feels like the one - the one that will finally be too much for you. Somehow it isn't - it never is (except the last one). And as the people around you pick their lives back up and move on, barely bothered by the storm, you still carry it in you - one foot in your life and one out of it. And when they'll ask about you, asking questions about your future, your plans, your dreams the only honest answer would be "i don't know, i never thought i'd make it this far".
Tumblr media
Muse: AIK
Result: Melancholic Pneumonia
You carry the past with you, it clutters up your lungs. The golden sand of beloved memories, the rainbow of missed opportunities you still agonize over, the dust of a life spend doing mostly banal things. They escape you with every breath, your cough stained with impossible colors. In a way the dust reflects your constant forgetting of the past - the hundreds of things you let go of every day to make room for hundreds more. You are choking on your own past, the architect of your own demise, each breath sour and harsh. Letting go of the past now won't do you any good - it's far to late already, your melancholy is already flooding your lungs. Enjoy a few last breaths of the present. The past is catching up quick.
1 note · View note
Text
0 notes
Text
((I was, initially, good about only adding a single muse from mrs/is but now? I'm definitely not planning on adding ohhh... 5 more.))
1 note · View note
Text
Tumblr media
((None of ya'll are fuckin here for this save for Michelle and maybe @guardianofyesod but the only currently permanent mr/sis muses are RENE and ULAR/reverse!ULAR. All other muses (OSKAR, AIK, HEINO and possibly GUNNAR) are tests.))
1 note · View note