CHECK CONTENT WARNINGS BEFORE INTERACTING. dead dove. do not eat.
themes: family as hell, blood as a curse, filth as real as an organ, rot and decay and the life it births, becoming your father/monster, inherited sin, doomed love, loss of innocence, guilt and shame and how neither of it absolves you.
edits by @musicien <3
CONTENT WARNING:
This blog will contain material that some people may find disturbing. Viewer discretion is advised. As per the nature of the genre, this blog will deal with triggering and problematic topics and themes. Here is an incomplete list of topics that will be discussed or referenced on this blog:
religious & cult trauma, mental, physical, emotional and sexual abuse, self harm, addiction, alcoholism, death/murder, suicide, animal death/culling, gore, child abuse, unreality/hallucinations/delusions, predatory & manipulative behavior, unhealthy & transgressive familial dynamics. This blog is themed around the Gothic literary trend, which traditionally deals with taboo and transgressive themes.
for clarity: Miriam was sexually abused by her father. this informs many of her opinions and responses. while there will be no explicit mention or depiction of this circumstance, Miriam's experience of it will be inferred. if the depiction of abuse survival and the depiction of its possible emotional fallout disagrees with you, please leave. The abuse that runs rampant in cults, especially against children, is something i feel very strongly about and is something i don't care to downplay. i will not directly reference, depict or recount the traumatizing events that took place. That being said, Miriam experiences confused recollection and feelings concerning the events of her abuse. This, too, will not be downplayed.
None of my characters are based on any real life people. The cult in this story is not an allegory for any existing organization. In general, I strongly advise anyone who could potentially be harmed by the depiction and discussion of any of the topics mentioned above to exit out of this blog now.
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ooc. I hate to do this again so soon but my mental space attached to this blog is a cluttered mess lately. So I will try to declutter it. I will be doing some mid-summer cleaning (ask box + drafts + follower list) and streamlining. Hopefully that'll get me my focus back.
“You don’t want someone angry at you, especially a man, so you say yes to things you don’t want to do because there’s no road map for where you are, nothing to guide you except a neon sign in your head that says Do not make men angry.”
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A peaceable place, dull black-and-white tiles, gleaming faux leather seats. Outside, the first harbingers of a storm front rub their backs against the glass, thickening the air with a promise of rain. Darkness bears down on the small diner, makes it seem cozier than it is; an island of comfort in a world that is about to become very unpleasant very shortly. The few patrons that huddle here are in no hurry to leave.
Only the noise of her shifting and clattering interrupts this forlorn moment. Miriam, complete with plate and cutlery, suddenly pushes herself onto the bench opposite of the blonde stranger. She is a rail-thin thing, limp brown hair and bruising under her eyes. Something of a shelter dog to her, you'd expect her to start growling if someone tried to take the food from her. "Shh," the young woman makes as if in conspiracy, before she starts wolfing down the heaped serving of scrambled eggs and bacon.
Not too far behind her, a waitress is looking around in blank confusion, seeing as someone's order just went missing from the window. Crazy times.
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Sophia could feel the pressure coming with the storm front. The scent of rain was in the air, and, determined not to reappear back at Teppes House soaked, she had dipped into the diner to ride the rain out.
She looked up from her book and a steaming cup of tea— nothing else by way of food despite what she was sure was a plethora of comfort food to humans on the menu— as the girl slipped into her booth.
The only movement that came from her then was in her eyes as they flicked from the girl to the plate, then off towards the waitress. Back to the human in front of her, and a little smile tugged at her lips as she registered precisely what had happened in the second it took to look back at her.
She isn't much for conversation. Stab, stab, stab. Her fork goes massacring the cheap ceramic, trying to skewer as much egg and bacon in one go as possible. She burns her tongue, the inside of her cheeks, and her eyes sting as she struggles to swallow and breathe cool air at the same time. After some coughing and huffing, Miriam ends up fanning her tongue in dismay.
If nothing else, the fog clears. Whatever tunnel vision drove her until this point, the food in her stomach manages to break its spell. Glass-blue eyes startled, then focus. She looks up at the woman sitting opposite of her. A fine picture, well put together. Chic in that undetermined, understated way. And something else. Something vitreous about her. The little thief's gaze narrows for the fraction of a second.
"Yeah," she allows. She sits up to full height now that the waitress' attention is demanded at the counter. Miriam, by comparison looks like something the cat dragged in. "You're not gonna tell, are you?" Her eyes dart to the cup of tea. She'd prefer a soda, honestly. Her tongue still burns.
date with an angel (1987)
umberto d (1952)
judex (1963)
branded to kill (1963)
the keyhole (1933)
what happened to the inquistive janirot (1902)
the oyster princess (1919)
the madness of dr. tube (1915)
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20 Then the LORD said to Moses, "Swinging in the backyard pull up in your fast car whistling my name. 21 Open up a beer and you say get over here and play a video game. 22 I'm in his favorite sundress watchin me get undressed take that body downtown. 23 I say you the bestest lean in for a big kiss put his favorite perfume on. 24 Go play your video game"
