𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃

♡   𝐍𝐎𝐖   𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆   ...   #𝐈𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄   ♡   —   a   private   &   highly   selective   (   mostly   horror   focused   )   multimuse   featuring   muses   from   dead   by   daylight,   saw,   stranger   things,   &&   many   others   !   content   lies   ahead   that   is   not   safe   for   work,   including   but   not   limited   to:   sexual   topics,   drug   mentions,   death,   murder,   etc.   personals,   minors,   and   assholes   will   be   blocked.   

i'm   going   to   give   it   another   day   or   so,   but   i'll   be   doing   a   starter/plotting   call   eventually   and   redoing   the   aesthetics   of   this   blog.   for   now,   you   can   still   find   me   over   at   @belcarras.

THE   WORDS   COME   FULL   CIRCLE,   bring   her   memories   back   to   a   place   she   had   since   buried   deep   in   the   void   of   her   mind.

[   OCT   21ST,   2006.   john   lays   on   his   death   bed.   she   is   always   thankful   to   see   him   get   any   bit   of   sleep   these   days,   recognizes   that   in   his   slumber   is   the   only   place   where   he   may   not   feel   much   pain.   she   stands   over   him,   protectively   hand   in   hand   while   the   eyes   of   lynn   burn   into   the   back   of   her   skull.   of   course,   a   stranger   could   never   understand   the   bond   amanda   and   john   have.   to   outsiders:   torturers,   murderers,   sickos   ...   to   them:   a   bond   that   could   hardly   be   replicated   anywhere   else.   john   is   a   mentor,   friend,   FATHER.   and   amanda,   his   loyal   follower   —   A   DAUGHTER   with   a   gun   hidden   in   the   her   back   pocket.   TO   PROTECT   HIM   UNTIL   HER   FINAL   BREATH   ...   ]

upon   snapping   back   to   reality,   amanda   realizes   hot   tears   have   begun   to   unforgivingly   sting   her   eyes.   ❝   i   don't   ...   —   ...   d-don't   deserve   that.   ❞   she   finally   gets   out   with   a   small   hiccup,   a   last   ditch   effort   to   blink   back   her   emotions.   a   hand   comes   up,   rubs   harshly   against   the   soft   skin   of   her   face   almost   like   a   punishment.

GOOD   THINGS   COME   TO   THOSE   WHO   WAIT   and   desdemona   feels   like   she   has   been   waiting   long   enough.   she   tries   not   to   dwell   on   it   too   much,   instead   focuses   on   continuing   to   do   good   things   for   others—   not   so   much   for   the   positive   karma   she   longs   to   receive   and   more   so   just   for   the   sake   of   being   a   good   person.   [   do   those   even   exist   anymore   ?   ]   ...   ❝   i'd   like   to   think   i   do,   ❞   the   woman   finally   replies,   polite   smile   gracing   scarlet   lips,   ❝   and   maybe   one   day   i   will.   ❞      '   ...   but   it   doesn't   seem   so   likely   '   is   left   out.

IS   IT   THAT   OBVIOUS   ?   maybe   it   has   to   do   with   the   permanent   scowl   on   her   face,   or   the   way   she   flops   down   next   to   him   with   a   huff.  she   looks   up,   nose   just   barely   scrunching   up   at   the   idea   of   —   (   oh   god   ...   talking   about   it.   )   how   does   one   discuss   the   frustrations   that   come   with   being   a   demon   suffocating   in   human   flesh   ...   a   wolf   in   sheep's   clothing   ?

𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓   𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂   —   it   is   a   little   easier   said   than   done,   right   ?   ...   even   more   so   after   you've   just   watched   someone   practically   get   sliced   &   diced   before   your   very   eyes.   wide   gaze   slowly   tears   away   from   the   lifeless   body   on   the   floor,   stutters   for   a   moment   before   landing   on   mal   as   he   takes   slow   steps   towards   her.   he   is   blood   soaked   from   head   to   toe,   crimson   footprints   staining   the   tile.   don't   panic   —   rest   assured   she   is   trying   her   very   best.   𝐀𝐋𝐋   𝐀𝐓   𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄   𝐀   𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒   𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄   𝐇𝐄𝐑   ...   (   thank   you   —   no.   something   is   wrong   ...   do   i   run   ?   ...   I   DON'T   WANT   TO.   )