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@blissflower
hey there, i’m m / maisie, (she/her) 21+
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disclaimer. faith seed is a villain and i write her as such. if you are uncomfortable with religious themes, substance abuse, doomsday theories, references to cults and brainwashing then please give this blog a miss.
current inspirations for this blog include: any paintings of ophelia out there, u know the ones, lady of shallot by john william waterhouse, gaslight gatekeep girlboss
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Faith is never without The Bliss. This is one thing everyone should be warned of when they come across her. A chemical scent is quickly covered over by florals, by the taste of sugar --- and she appears. It's hard to say whether she's real or not. Even when she touches you it's feather-light.
"I know you." You think Faith wouldn't be well read on different cults and their downfalls? As big as the Project is, Faith doubts Mackenzie will know her. Butterfles stir. The air is milky-white. A mist that follows. "You're quite a way from Georgia."
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@blissflower SAID: did you know that the bliss comes in liquid, powder and gas form? that while the flowers are enough to make you dizzy and see cougars and circling you where you stand, being anywhere close to breathing the powder that comes from them could make you lose your mind for a week?
that faith, without even meaning to, really, could accidentally brush your shoulder on the street and leave just a little bit of powder, a little residue, to make you see stars?
that faith, if she really meant to cause harm, could leave a small sachet in his pocket while she snuck by? just enough to help him with the come-down.
did you know? i bet you never would've! ✠ send a MESSAGE?
He feels somebody touch him. Glancing backward, he catches a glimpse of a pretty girl disappearing into the crowded streets, and wonders if — or maybe hopes — it was her. The substance on his shoulder goes unnoticed, even as he breathes it in.
There’s a new weight in his pocket. Or perhaps he just wants a cigarette. He reaches in, feels something unfamiliar there, and furrows his brow. The sachet is pulled out, examined. Hawk knows enough about drugs to know that’s what this is, though he isn’t sure what it is. He quickly veers into the nearest alley, ducking behind a Whole Foods dumpster to get a better look at it.
His first instinct is to test it, but suspicion quickly takes hold. This was planted on him. He doesn’t know the motive behind that. The sachet is put back into his pocket. This was that girl, he decides, apropos of absolutely nothing. It had to be. He turns back onto the main thoroughfare and runs in the direction he last saw her.
Something in the sky is shimmering. He stops abruptly, looking upward. There, iridescent and burning, glimmers the Bifröst.
Are you looking for me? She laughs from the mist, disembodied and ethereal. Do you hear home calling to you?
That’s usually what people see when they first taste the Bliss. They’re euphoric, they see beauty in everything. The barren earth becomes a wonderland, rotten fruit becomes ripe for the picking. Dead animals resurrect and willingly offer their necks. She can’t see the Bifröst, of course, but she knows he’s seeing something from the slight film over his eyes.
Faith flits in and out of his vision, guiding him somewhere secluded to enjoy the high. Because that’s what this is about. Giving the people what they want, allowing those worthy, capable of loyalty, a chance at their own personal heaven. Freedom. Joy. Doesn’t he want some joy? Doesn’t he want to finally feel home?
“It’s okay. You’re safe with me.” She assures him. “You’re in the bliss now.”
CANON: ANGELS & ANGEL’S GRAVE.
While it’s true that Angels existed before Rachel became Faith. They did not exist as they do now, and this is largely due to the fact that Bliss wasn’t around yet. Angel’s Grave was created out of a need for a place to dispose of the many, many failed experiments as Bliss evolved into what it is today, which eventually included some of Faith’s predecessors as they failed to live up to Joseph’s expectations, or simply couldn’t withstand the effects of the very volatile early stage bliss. Faith pushed the production of Bliss hard when she came into power. She gave all of the resources she could into boosting the production of the flowers, recruited people to improve on it. When Faith saw what the Bliss could really do to people who were overexposed to it, she saw a way to control people - an advantage which she never had before as Rachel, and could use in a way that would not only make her useful to the cult, but also give her some added protection against the resistance. In his bunker, John says: Faith created her angels, but she never did treat them all that well.
He is referring to current Faith. She is the one who came up with the method of creating Angels. It’s her idea to shave their heads, to muzzle them, to dehumanise them. Largely in part to the fact that by doing so they are easier to manipulate and their resolve is weaker against the Bliss (the same way John near-drowns people in Bliss, and Jacob starves his people before subjecting them to his trials) but also because she enjoys the control, being able to silence people that might have once shunned her when she was younger, for being able to make others feel as she felt. She openly admits to enjoying the process: …To see the sin fly from their heads, and their faces slacken to peace - the vanity shaved from their heads! Evil taken from their lips, never to speak a sinful word, any word, again. It gives me life… Every time a bell rings! I feel that’s in part to the fact she believes her own bullshit, believing in Joseph and Eden’s Gate’s message - but also because she knows that it’s her influence, her power over these people that allows her to get away with all of this. The Leap of Faith is something that most angels would survive provided they don’t hit their heads on the way down, the Bliss in their system from walking the path enabling them to stand back up after the fall. But a lot of them don’t make it, which is why Angel’s Grave continues to fill up so rapidly, and also why John mentions how badly Faith treats the angels. Even after they’ve made the leap, they are only used as cannon fodder. Faith no longer attempts to give them the care she would give a more lucid member of the cult. All of her effort goes into motivating those who are actually useful, and into fixing the cult’s shady image by presenting as a “reborn sinner”, a youthful, pretty girl who is just so happy now that she finally has a family.
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i think there’s a very, very large line (which faith has absolutely crossed multiple times) between doing bad things in the name of eden’s gate under duress, and doing them because you are perhaps see an opportunity to enact your worse thoughts. i’d like to do a full meta post about this at some point but for now lets just discuss: faith has done some fucked up shit to survive within the cult. that is duress. faith has also done some fucked up shit to increase the cult’s power, which she probably could have gotten away without doing (like threatening the cults own members with “an angelic cause” ie. turning them into angels.) but wanted to do, for personal gratification in either the form of just enjoying inflicting harm or getting joseph’s approval. of course, being in a position of power within the cult doesn’t mean you aren’t still being manipulated or threatened in some way by the other leaders. faith is absolutely under pressure to “play her part” in joseph’s plan, and absolutely was groomed before this. she is a victim, but that doesn’t excuse a lot of her actions throughout the cult’s history. she is mean, she has ulterior motives, and she has sadistic tendencies. more on this later though.
oh, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
(ophelia in art x turn of the century portraiture)
— you found me. or have i found you? all are welcome here. eden’s gate is an opportunity for everyone. it’s even for those who don’t undrestand. our job is to help you understand. you come in anger, but i want you to see the opportunity to open your fist and join us. eden’s gate is for you.
coincount.
@blissflower: get going. you’re losing light.
the bliss is a haze; an unwanted hug. there’s a pinpoint in the far-off distance she tries to focus on, but it sways in her eyesight and has the budding start of making her feel sick. (faith does this more often than not now — she counters destruction with bliss, tells her there’s a place for her, strokes the side of her cheek and gently blows a smattering of bliss into each corner of her brain. they talk, one to one, about salvation and hope, remorse, guilt, overcoming the hurt you’ve caused and making amends. they talk, and for a moment, she listens. really listens.)
she’s not sure that faith is ever there. two bare feet, a tattered dress that abby’s not even sure fits her properly. (the closer she gets, two hands either side of her cheeks, and abby can see the way it hangs off her collars. faith is a jarring image of whatthefuckery and a nauseating spin of the goddamn horizon.)
“are you leaving? are you here?” this is what she doesn’t understand; faith lets her go. every time she plucks her from one corner of the map and leads her to another, it pulls two days from her and she wakes up elsewhere. where the fuck are you, faith? (bunker, that one conscious crevice of her brain tells her. she’s not here. she’s in her bunker. the world is going to fucking end in all-out war. more heights, more guns, more ammo.)
“jesus, i’m losing my fucking mind.” but she reaches, stupidly, like a tamed goddamn animal, to the mirage in front of her. she hears her giggle, hears her shhh and then —
she’s there. alone. on the side of a mountain. get going. you’re losing light.
Does it matter? Does it matter if Faith is in the bunker or in the trees or right behind her on her aimless wandering through the hills? Abby hears her. Abby sees her. Abby would feel her, if she could get her hands on her. If she could get close enough. Faith doesn’t have to be anywhere as long as her memory is carried by those who have been touched by her, who have heard her sermons. Faith doesn’t even have to be alive. She doesn’t even have to be a single person.
So: Faith-or-not-Faith stands beside Abby when she finally stops, when her heavy footfall drags against the mud and the sun is getting low, so low... When her hunger and her fatigue begins to catch up with her, she begins to whisper dissent into Abby’s ears before flitting away again.
Find shelter, you need to rest.
Perhaps Faith has become Abby’s conscience, her subliminal mind, tending to her needs where her quest for revenge has led her astray and forced her to abandon herself, her own very real needs. Faith flits in and out of Abby’s vision like a moth, a speck of dust catching in the light and disappearing. Faith points to the trees and speaks through the yowling of the cougars within it.
“There’s a house in these woods... You need to find it.”
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coincount.
they’re not innocent, they’re culties. (they’re bliss-addled, and joseph’s built his empire on fear, hatred, and that brewing promise that everything is going to change for the worst. faith talks and she mimics the fear he’s sown into the ground that cuts between the mountains and the lakes. there’s a delusion that’s taken hold and it’s only made worse by the bliss.)
what’ll you do once this is over? — that’s a question she even asks herself sometimes. (when it’s dark, and she has a low fire that she contemplates snuffing out because she’s half-way up a mountain and the smoke begins to billow out from the tops of the trees, that’s when she thinks about it.) her ears still ring from the charred gas station they use as target practice, and every time she thinks about the sculpture of joseph, her stomach lurches and the height makes her dizzy. this place has fucking poisoned her.
“fuck you, faith.” she hates how faith gets under her skin. she hates how she leaves her with a film of bliss on one shoulder, and a trail on the underside of her arm until they meet again (she hates how faith leaves her dazzled, with a giggle in her ear and a reassurance that everything’s going to work out in the end.)
“i’m going to find him. i’m going to stop him. it doesn’t fucking matter what i do next.”
She’s frustrating. Faith loves this back and forth that they have. Abby’s rage against Faith’s words, the push and pull of belief against lack of it. She lets Abby talk herself into something she’s not and waits patiently for her chance to break her down piece by piece once again. She’s smiling in spite of the insults being spat in her face, she’s serene. And her words pour out of her like syrup.
“What do you expect to find? When you meet him?” The question hangs in the air, she waits for Abby to actually consider what it is that she’s been fantasising about this whole time. “You slaughter everything in sight just to get to him, but what will you do when you’re standing there face-to-face? In his presence? He’s just a man, but there’s so much more to him. He knows everything and he is so much more... Do you really think it will all just stop once you’ve murdered him? You’ll make him a martyr.”
Flowers & Madness. Euphoria (2019-) / Ophelia, Ernest Hébert / Midsommar (2019)
coincount.
where is your fucking loyalty? / @faihth.
“i am not one of your mindless fucking zombies.” bliss grows in every available pasture. there’s a scape of plants that go from one side of the river to another that abby’s managed to avoid this far. (there’s a baptism that she oversaw a couple weeks back — the fumes string off them like a
they poison the rivers. (there’s a stream of them — they leave a trail of debris that leaves her hands smelling more like bliss and blood than gunpowder and sweat. dad never meant for any of this to happen, and the more he knew she was spending time with faith see.d, the less she knows she’s doing the right thing.)
“i’m going to bring joseph down.” at least she’s been true from the first instance. there’s a knot in her neck that she hasn’t been able to smooth out, and there’s a trail of fires left snuffed out from one burnt-down gas station to the next. faith’s fucking angels follow her from one end of the region to the next, and as jacob pummels his own men in war, abby tries to pull them out, one wretch after another.
“— fuck you, faith. i don’t need you.”
“Everybody needs Faith. Especially you, Abby.” She likes their little talks. Abby gives her far more pushback than the others, Abby challenges her. Abby presents to her a chance to prove her divinity, slowly breaking her down piece by piece. She hardly needs the Bliss these days to get close; Faith used to hide in the mist to avoid attacks but now she doesn’t think Abby would raise a fist to her. They’ve bonded. Even if it is a bond through hate... Doesn’t she want to know? Doesn’t she want to understand the beast she is throwing her humanity away to kill?
“Without Faith, how could you possibly live with yourself? With everything you’ve done? All those innocent lives you’ve taken here. How can you even look me in the eye and tell me you don’t need this to keep you from going crazy? What will you do once all of this is over?”
I like violence, she’d shrieked at me. I blame my mother. A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.
Sharp Objects (2018) Falling / Milk
i heard the 3 different faith voices and was shaking in my boots and then they gave me nothing . nothing!
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Faith - The Angel
