Muse Aesthetic - Tumblr Posts
"Practicality was one of his best suits. Never mind the cold silence that radiates whenever he passes, his mind never wanders and his eyes never miss. Almost as if he was still the same person as before."
//ooc
Oookayy I'm back for a little while. School started up again and I'm still biding my free time.
Simple things really. Killing oneself slowly, it gives time with a bitter promise.
"Day in, day out. It is such a worthless endeavour and yet one of the most addictive."
"Inhale. Exhale. Shoot"
Cold. Hard. Excruciating.
As though the day would never come that Luke Marquis would ever hold a gun to save his damn life.
However, what if it becomes an ally?...
Bold the muse’s aesthetic (spooky edition)
Muse: Cassandra Capstan (since none were specified)
bold all of the themes that apply to your muse’s aesthetic or mood as a character.
Bloodied knuckles | Tear stained cheeks | Rust | A busted lip | Claws | Fangs | A bloody nose | Chattering teeth | A dark space underneath the bed | Scratching noises on a wall | Creaking metal | Fog | Dancing under moonlight | Blood dripping lips | Heavy breathing in the dark | A feeling of unexplained dread | A figure in a dark corner | Dirty peeling wallpaper | A bloody handprint on the wall | Sobbing in the dark | Bite marks on the skin | Eerie whispers | A hood covering a stranger’s eyes | The growl of a hidden animal | The sound of a blade being sharpened | A deep, dark forest | Walking on the streets alone at night | A cobweb-filled, abandoned building | Eyes darting in paranoia | A heavy beating pulse | The feeling of being trapped | Struggling to get out a scream | Boards covering broken windows | A quiet graveyard | A gas station in the middle of nowhere | A road that never ends | Heavy fog rolling in | The scent of blood in the air | Eerie old photographs | Walking along train tracks at night | A chill going up the spine | Gathering crows | A dusty, dimly lit study | Mist over a deserted cobblestone street | Ghost towns | Shadows around a campfire | The sound of chanting | Church bells tolling | An orange harvest moon | A broken down carnival | A dirty stuffed animal abandoned | Wiping bloody hands on fabric | Nightmares | Waking up in a panic | A power outage | Heavy lightning storms | A secret trap door | The feeling of being watched | Fear from trauma | A Ouija board set out on a table | An eerie doll | A scream of anguish and pain | Withered plants | A room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust | Owl eyes in the dark | Curled, dead tree branches | A ritual altar | Flickering candles | A lantern held up in the dark | Fear of being followed | Creaking floorboards | Repressed, horrible memories | Clenched teeth | Soft, echoing piano keys | An old book covered in dust | Many pairs of glaring eyes | Stumbling in pitch black darkness | Being stranded in the middle of nowhere | Tarot cards on a table | A trail of blood
Tagged by: @umbrclflame (Thnx James)
Tagging: Whoever wants to go!