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*𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 • #TIMBREMORSE: selective, independent fandomless original character MICHA based in VARIOUS VERSES but primarily within a partnered world built with @cultleads​, written by 𝕾𝖓𝖔𝖜 (he/him)  • writer is LGBTQ+ & biracial • (18+) violent, NSFW, heavy, cult & psychological horror themes ahead • OC, AU, canon & canon divergent friendly.

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Heyo! I’m on a bit of a low-writing streak the past couple of weeks and I know my activity on this blog has been very low. The same has applied for my multimuse, too. Without much interactions coming my way its been tough to keep motivation consistent for writing on Tumblr. 

Rest assured I’m not going anywhere and I’m checking in and out on this blog and probably will reblog aesthetics / musings here and there and may do dash games etc, but I think for a little while I’ll be taking a step back from doing full threads and may pick that up again in the (near) future, just when I get out of this writer’s block and busy part of my life. September - December is always an extremely busy time at work, so activity will be considerably LOW.

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  /  ❛  is there nothing that you wanna say ?  ❜  from @witchaotics​  .

Avoidant   was   a   useful   word   when   it   came   to   gauging   Micha's   peculiar   reaction   to   the   question.   For   a   moment   there   was   a   look   in   his   eyes   that   wore   𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙁𝙐𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉   and   sadness   simultaneously,   though   he   clung   onto   the   remaining   shreds   of   his   own   self-control   and   shook   his   head.

❝   I   don't   think   so...   ❞   though   the   answer   was   𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘥   with   uncertainty.   In   the   silence   following,   he'd   ponder   the   reason   for   someone   to   𝗣𝗥𝗬   on   his   conscience   this   way.   Truth   be   told,   however,   Micha   𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵   the   best   at   reading   social   situations   and   he   found   it   difficult   to   decipher   if   this   came   from   a   place   of   𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗻   or   an   attempt   at   friendliness.   

❝   What   about   𝗬𝗢𝗨?   ❞   He   retorted,   as   if   otherwordly   teachings   had   taught   him   to   answer   a   question   with   another.

✧ ⭒  𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂   𝚆𝙰𝚂   𝙰   𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳   𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙽.      It  didn’t  matter  if  the  listener  put  stock  into  Silas’  vaguely - worded  codes  yet  ―  That’s  how  he  got  ‘em  𝘏𝘖𝘖𝘒𝘌𝘋  because  questions  meant  they  wanted  answers.      It’s  the  same  way  in  which  all  the  other  devotees  started  their  𝘐𝘕𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕.      Whether  knowingly  or  not,     Micha  was  already  kneedeep  in  Silas’  world.     Considering  Micha’s  condition  Silas  looked  him  over  before  putting  his  eyes  back  on  the  road,     keeping  his  thoughts  to  himself  about  the  insidiousness  of  alcoholism.      ❛ Well  of  course  you  can’t  take  any  of  this  in!       Look  at  ya,     you’re  flaggin’  big  time. ❜

          Knowing  these  winding  roads  like  the  back  of  his  hand  he  knew  there  was  a  small  pit - stop  approaching.       It  wasn’t  in  the  𝘉𝘌𝘚𝘛  shape,     looking  more  &  more  like  a  dilapidated  shack  these  days,     but  they  always  had  coolers  with  drinks  sitting  next  to  an  honesty  box;      Great  for  a  small  reprieve  from  the  weather.      As  the  car  veered  off  the  road  and  slowed  to  a  stop  Silas  got  out  of  the  driver’s  seat  and  urged  Micha  to  follow.      ❛ Looks  kinda  𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘  at  night  don’t  it? ❜     He  joked,    not  a  care  in  the  world  and  seemingly  at  peace  with  this  notion.     Silas  pulled  two  ice  cold  Cactus  Coolers  from  the  tub,    and  dropped  a  couple  dollars  into  the  donations.

          ❛ Can’t  believe  they  actually  have  these, ❜     studying  the  can  of  orange  soda  before  𝘗𝘖𝘗𝘗𝘐𝘕𝘎  the  lid  open.     He  uttered  it  quietly,    knowing  Micha  probably  wouldn’t  get  the  excitement.     After  taking  a  sip  Silas  lulled  his  head  back  and  stargazed  for  a  short  while  ―  Feeling  like  𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎  was  looking  back  down  at  him.      ❛ To  answer  your  question  earlier  .  .  .  Mhm.     That’s  exactly  what  I’m  sayin’.      Even  in  your  darkest  hour  can  you  honestly  say  you  ain’t  ever  felt  that  little  voice  tellin’  you  this  was  all  for  a  reason?      I  don’t  buy  that.     Never  did.     We’re  𝐀𝐋𝐋  here  for  a  reason  Micha.     N’  that  means  it’s  up  to  us  to  find  truth  &  our  way  into  the  next  life  before  it’s  too  late. ❜

Cicadas  chirped  loudly  as  if  in  agreement  with  the  reverend  and  a  refreshing  breeze  zipped  by  them,     like  𝘎𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘚  in  the  night.     ❛ Jus’  look  at  everything  around  us.     It’s  all  alive.     Nature  looks  after  itself.      Which  is  why  I  take  pity  on  lost  people  such  as  yourself,    and  remind  ‘em  where  the  path  is  and  how  to  get  back  on  the  horse.      These  .  .  .  Societal  laws  and  constructs,    is  all  they  are.     We  as  people  are  better  than  that.     I  believe  in  doin’  what’s  right  for  you  and  what  helps  the  world  &  nature  𝘎𝘙𝘖𝘞.     Y’need  to  set  yourself  right,     but  not  necessarily  in  the  ways  that  make  you  feel  scared.      You  deserve  that  fresh  start  son  n’  I  think  somewhere  deep  inside  you  know  that  too. ❜

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Micha,   though   intoxicated,   didn't   feel   it.   He   had   gotten   so   used   to   necking   down   booze   like   it   was   water   that   he   couldn't   decipher   drunk   from   sober,   both   were   as   equally   as   depressing   as   each   other.   He   closed   his   eyes,   𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜   for   a   moment's   reprieve   from   the   cold   reality   of   human   existence   as   they   pulled   into   the   stop.

As   he   exited   the   car,   he   noted   how   𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳   this   side   of   the   state   was.   It   was   𝘶𝘯𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭,   particularly   at   night.   The   fog   hung   low   over   the   horizon   where   marshlands   and   swamps   conjured   up   a   mythical   mist   that   clung   to   the   senses.   In   an   odd   way   it   choked   back   that   nauseous   feeling   growing   in   the   brunette's   stomach,   𝙪𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜   him   something   was   off   about   this   situation   but   he   was   now   waist-deep   in   quicksand.   If   he   tried   to   escape,   he   was   sure   he   would   only   sink   in   deeper.

► ARE YOU HAPPY? ↳  ❝  Err. . . I think so, for the most part.  ❞

► ARE YOU ANGRY?  ↳   ❝  Not really, if anything, at myself. . .  ❞

► ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED? ↳   ❝  I don’t know, I haven’t spoken to them since I left Amsterdam.  ❞

NINE FACTS.

► BIRTH PLACE  ↳   ❝  A little fishing town called Volendam in the Netherlands.  ❞

► HAIR COLOR  ↳   ❝  Brown, never dyed it before though. . .  ❞

► EYE COLOR  ↳    ❝  Uhm. . . plain and grey.  ❞

► BIRTHDAY  ↳   ❝  Oh God. . . uhm. . . 21st of February. Can barely remember my own birthday sometimes!  ❞

► MOOD  ↳  ❝  Tired. . . a bit hungry, maybe?  ❞

► GENDER ↳   ❝  Uh. . . male?  ❞

► SUMMER OR WINTER ↳   ❝  Winter’s way better. Summer is too warm for me here.  ❞

► MORNING OR AFTERNOON  ↳  ❝  Afternoon. The rain looks the best then.  ❞

► SPOKEN LANGUAGES ↳  ❝  Well, um. . . English, obviously. But I also speak Dutch, and I know a good bit of German, too. Guess I can be proud of that huh?  ❞  

CHOICES.

► LEMONADE OR ICED TEA  ↳  ❝  That’s tough. . . umm. . . probably iced tea. I used to drink Long Island Iced Tea aaaaall the time way back when.   ❞  

► CATS OR DOGS ↳  ❝  Cats! I do like dogs, but uh. . . I think cats are quieter, like me.  ❞  

► A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS ↳  ❝ Um. . . I don’t really have all that many friends, but . . . I’d rather have a few best friends, if I had to pick. ❞  

► DAY OR NIGHT  ↳  ❝  Daytime. . . well, I do think the night is pretty, but. . . brings back bad memories.  ❞  

HAVE YOU EVERS.

► BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT  ↳  ❝  I-I don’t think so. I was well behaved when I was little.  ❞

► WANTED TO DISAPPEAR  ↳  ❝  . . . You can’t. I’ve tried.  ❞

► FALLEN DOWN / UP THE STAIRS   ↳   ❝  Many times. . . I used to drink a lot and my apartment was on the sixth floor so uh. . . yeah.  ❞

FAMILY.

► DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG ↳  ❝  . . . We don’t.  ❞  

► WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “MESSED UP LIFE  ↳  ❝  Me? Uh. . . I guess, maybe. I don’t know.  ❞

► HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME   ↳  ❝  That’s how I came here. I uh, pretty much just left without a word when I was eighteen.  ❞

► HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT  ↳  ❝  Uhhm. . . no, I don’t remember I ever did.  ❞

FRIENDS.

► DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS ↳  ❝  No. . . I don’t hate anyone.  ❞

► DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS  ↳  ❝  I don’t really talk to anyone deeply apart from Silas. . . but I think most people are good.  ❞

► WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU  ↳   ❝  . . . Silas does, he knows everything I know.  ❞

ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ʙʏ   :   @guiltridden (thank you :] ily <3)

ᴛᴀɢɢɪɴɢ   :   feel free to steal this if you want to do it!

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 / OPEN / @cultleads:  ❛ well, how do i look? ❜ 

       Micha   had   been   cooped   in   their   shared   room,   having   been   𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘥   with   preperation   for   his   own   fancy   dress   outfit.   These   types   of   celebrations   were   𝙛𝙖𝙧   and   few   inbetween,   in   line   with   the   stringent   rules   set   by   the   Grand   Diviner   himself-   otherworldly   pleasures   were   𝗻𝗼𝘁   welcome   in   Violet   Crystal.   As   such,   when   the   opportunity   reared   its   𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥   face,   Micha   seized   it   with   fondness.

❝   Hold   on   a   sec,   ❞   the   young   Dutch   man   muttered,   busy   adjusting   his   appearance   with   𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚   makeup   and   facepaint.   Though,   nothing   could   𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲   him   for   what   he   turned   to   see.   Silas,   stood   with   his   hands   on   his   hips   in   an   inflatable   extra-terrestrial   outfit   which   was   indeed   as   comical   as   it   sounded   in   concept.   What   was   usually   an   incredibly   articulate   individual   was   now   dressed   in   the   most   unfitting   ❛   𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺   𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴   ❜   attire   one   could   imagine.

Unable   to   hold   back   his   amusement,   Micha   𝗯𝘂𝗿𝘀𝘁   out   in   a   fit   of   contagious   laughter.   ❝   I-   I   think   it's   great!   You're   definitely   gonna   be   turning   heads,   I'll   tell   you   that.   ❞   He   grinned,   imagining   his   leader's   𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡   confident   stride   whilst   looking   like   a   man   being   kidnapped   by   an   alien,   of   all   things.   

If   one   thing   were   true,   it   were   that   Silas   was   𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡   of   surprises.