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MUSE AESTHETICS : SLEEPING AT LAST — ATLAS
bold what always applies to your muse. italicize what applies to your muse conditionally.
DARKNESS
the mind was made to illuminate the heart. / we carve our names on the surface of history. / all our strength came out of the woodwork. / we only know this light as darkness crashes against it. / it’s a cruel trick how we find ourselves when we lose everything else. / our mistakes they were bound to be made. / the smell of the falling and burning leaves. / the bitterness of winter. / the sweetness of spring. / there was bad blood in us. / the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. / firewood burning bright in the dead of winter. / were we broken right from the start? / forgiveness is a lesson he cursed you to learn. / just live what little life your broken heart can. / just live what little life your mended heart can. / darkness exists to make life truly count.
SPACE ONE
space and time takes violent things, angry things, and makes them kind. / we are infinite as the universe we hold inside. / we may fall in love every time we open up our eyes. / i am desperate, if nothing else. / no one can unring this bell, unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new. / i am dissonance waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune. / somehow i’ve fallen in love with this middle ground at the cost of my soul. / all of this mess is just my attempt to know the worth of my life. / the night sky once ruled my imagination. / let my change of heart occur. / fault lines tremble underneath my glass house. / there was an avalanche of change. / we laid our names to rest along the dotted line. / we were amateurs at war, strangers to suffering. / another lie from the front lines. / our backs against the wall, we’re surrounded and afraid. / though time is ruthless, it showed us kindness in the end. / a second chance to make amends. / losing track of what we’re fighting for.
SPACE TWO
a secret under lock and key. / while collecting the stars, i connected the dots. / i don’t know who i am, but now i know who i’m not. / make my messes matter, make this chaos count. / you taught me the courage of stars before you left. / how rare and beautiful it is to even exist. / a stained glass variation of the truth. / stitch by stitch i tore apart. / if brokenness is a form of art i muse be a poster child prodigy. / an open book with a torn out page. / a model citizen of doubt. / i’m pinned under the weight of what i believed would keep me safe. / show me where my armor ends, show me where my skin begins. / the heaviness that i hold in my heart is crushing me.
LAND
a little broken, a little new. / the impact and the glue. / some truths are sharper than knives. / truth’s got its sight set on you. / if truth is north, then i am true south. / i set out to rule the world with only a paper shield and a wooden sword. / i bear little resemblance to the king i once was. / i bear little resemblance to the king i could become. / half your heart has yet to come home.
LIFE
all we held dear was on the line. / my heart reconciled all the darkness and light inside my chest. / i saw the future unfold in silver and gold. / you are grace, you are light. / i can’t keep my head from spinning out of control. / is this what being vulnerable feels like? / i’m only steady on my knees. / i’ll run the risk of being intimate with brokenness. / a thousand fingerprints on the surface of who i am. / let the scaffolding inside of me be strong enough to hold this tired body up. / i was given a gift of hope. /
SENSES
fall in love in a single touch, and fall apart when it hurts too much. / all i want is to flip a switch before something breaks that cannot be fixed. / pain is a well-intentioned weatherman. / god, i want to feel again. / i am aware of what light tastes like. / like fists unravelling, like glass unshattering. / i’m well aware of the shadows within my heart. / i want to be astonished. / nothing less than a work in progress. / sacred text on post it notes. / the light goes out, my heart goes still.
EMOTIONS
the calm water in the middle of an anxious sea. / the starting line of an adventure. / the faint outline of the divine. / losing my balance again and again. / each brave step forward, i take three steps behind. / its mind over matter. / a single lose thread and it all comes undone. / in our great sorrow, we learn what joy means. / with a broken heart, transformation begins. / i feel the pressure building until i can’t breathe. / reckless but honest words leave my mouth. / it’s fight or flight. / a last minute man of faith. / kerosene on a flame of doubt. / it’s too late for holy water now.
TAGGED BY : @arcbright <3 TAGGING : just snag it & say i tagged u
»» Wardrobe ( part 2 )
a bit of a contrast from his canon wardrobe, shiro’s everyday, normal life choices in clothing are, naturally, more… relaxed. the two important factors in his choices remain, however: functionality & comfort. not overly concerned with style, he wears what he likes and what keeps him comfy. he favours big sweaters that are oversized, even on him, and is well-known to have some really obnoxious and hideous patterned ones that he genuinely likes the look of. shirts, however, vary from fitted to loose depending on what he feels like wearing on a given day, and pants are much the same. his favourite shoes will always be combat boots, but he has a couple pairs of sneakers, too.
colours are most often muted and typically dark, save for his massive sweaters. where most of his shirts are black or grey or white, his sweaters come in any colour, varying brightness, and all sorts of patterns. he even has one where the front is just a massive picture of his dog’s face, but what do you want from him? he has a real appreciation for ugly sweaters.
no addressing our problems we downward spiral like MEN
dox && fifteen @grimesucker && @kienokoru
MUSE PLAYLIST.
post 3-5 songs that remind you of your muse.
rules: repost, don’t reblog.
𝐈. CHAMPION. i’m a champion of the people who don’t believe in champions / i got nothing but dreams inside / i got nothing but dreams
𝐈𝐈. MY BLOOD. when choices end / you must defend / i’ll grab my bat / and go with you
𝐈𝐈𝐈. SPACEMAN. well now i’m back at home and / i’m looking forward to this life i live / you know it’s gonna haunt me / so hesitation to this life i give
𝐈𝐕. THIS IS GOSPEL. this is gospel for the fallen ones / locked away in permanent slumber / assembling their philosophies / from pieces of broken memories
𝐕. POLARIZE. polarize is taking your disguises / separating them, splitting them up from wrong & right / it’s deciding where to die and deciding where to fight / deny, deny, denial
tagged by: @blackvials ty!! <3 tagging: hhh... @grimesucker, @starwritten, @grcndeurs, and... idk, i don’t think i have a lot of mutuals here who do tags so feel free to steal
I honestly love planet scanning in Andromeda.
tag dump.
≠ ━ 「 lean on my pride; i’m a lion 」 musings. ≠ ━ 「 i’ll morph to someone else; defense mechanism mode 」 headcanon. ≠ ━ 「 though i am bruised / face of contusions / know i’ll keep moving 」 character study. ≠ ━ 「 got nothing but dreams inside 」 visage. ≠ ━ 「 trying to blow out the pilot light 」 aesthetic. ✧ ━ 「 prompt me 」 meme. ✧ ━ 「 prompt me 」 sentences. ↻ ━ 「 answered 」 ic. ↻ ━ 「 answered 」 ooc. ☆ ━ 「 only wrote this down to make you press rewind 」 psa. ☆ ━ 「 spread the love! 」 promo.