WRMWOUD : a study in dehumanization, loss of identity, mirroring and self-villainization. a haunted being perceiving itself as a monster; self-perception twisted to reflect the way self is seen as a creature rather than a person. shame twisted into a loss of identity and grief turned animalistic. you do not know your name, but the sound of water calms you down. so you brand yourself as the only thing that calms your bleeding mind and calms your sorrows until there is only calm: RIVER.

WORMWOOD primarily symbolizes bitterness, sorrow, and the consequences of sin and disobedience. it represents the painful and destructive results of turning away from god and his commandments.

courage and kindness need not be remembered, for they are never forgotten. to be more than the devil inside yourself you must take a gamble that love exists, and do a loving act. because despite everything, it's still you.

LOW ACTIVITY. PRIVATE. HIGHLY SELECTIVE. TRIGGER WARNINGS APPLY, READ RULES. penned by richard (he/him), 28+

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⸻ THIS DEVIL INSIDE OF ME ⸻

WRMWOUD : a study in dehumanization, loss of identity, mirroring and self-villainization. a haunted being perceiving itself as a monster; self-perception twisted to reflect the way self is seen as a creature rather than a person. shame twisted into a loss of identity and grief turned animalistic. you do not know your name, but the sound of water calms you down. so you brand yourself as the only thing that calms your bleeding mind and relieves your sorrows until there is only calm: RIVER.

trigger heavy blog. proceed with caution. written by richard, 28+

ears flick once, expression warming as a stubborn sort of kindness settles heavy within the creatures chest, borrowed or taken or whatever one might call it, their first reaction is a smile because it's been a long time since they've felt a push like this. the last person they'd mirrored had been more grief than warmth and that had been draining ⸺ it'd been tragically relieving to go back to being a blank slate. the creature tilts their head slightly, red-bled eyes shimmering with a lit up sort of hope that can only mean they have hopes of not being shut down this time. this time there was ... sorrow, but not the kind that weighed as heavy as it could; but rather one that seemed to exist with that warmth that flowed through the creatures body like blood.

⸺ 「 still good. still you. 」

the words come out as a raspy warmth, like pines dipped in honey. scratchy, but gentle in tone despite the voice saying such words. they tilt their head further, taking two careful steps towards @forgebite, claw-tipped fingers curling and relaxing against his side as the creature tries to mirror the warmth; tries to be kind. good.

ears twitch slightly while tall frame slouches over as if to try and be more approachable. there is a moment where a gentle sort of warmth flickers in creatures chest ⸺ one not their own, but borrowed. or at least somewhat translated into what they might be able to experience. it is not the only feeling settling between the marrow of the creatures bones like something to fill the gaps but it is what they focus on immediately, latching onto it like a cat onto its favorite comfort item. good. kind. exactly what they want to be, even if it has to be borrowed from @truthforge. carefully extending one clawed hand the creature finds themself smiling slightly, red-soaked eyes shimmering with a faint sort of hopefulness that comes with approaching someone new in the firm belief that maybe this time they can be good.

⸺ 「 hello. friendly. 」

their voice is hoarse, cracking slightly at each syllable as if they don't quite know how to use it properly. and yet, at the word friendly they point at themself with a free hand, clawed index finger pointing at themself while their expression turns into a bashful, near shy smile. as if hoping that maybe this time they can cling to hope.

hesitance is written across the very posture of the creature; red burning eyes wide and shining with curiosity despite the lack of discerning features. lips slightly part as eyes find themself fixed on @truthforge; like a moth drawn to a flame. they cannot help the way the lean forward slightly, resembling a curious child in the way claw-tipped hands raise slightly, awkwardly hovering in the air as if instinctually wanting to reach out. they feel it settle between the cracks of their fragmented memory like liquid gold filling in gaps ⸺ a confidence that is not their own; a warmth that is not at all gentle but something that wants to burst from their chest like a radiant flame.

⸺ 「 warm. 」

the word escapes with the raspy tone of someone not familiar with the sound of their own voice. it's not quite croaked out, but the mere voice is evidence enough that they do not use their ability to speak quite as frequently as they may like. their hands remain lingering briefly before slowly lowering to their sides, ears twitching slightly in curiosity. 「 always warm?? 」 the question comes with a naive sort of curiosity, innocent and genuinely interested in understanding the other a little bit better.

gonna write starters now but i can't stop thinking about this. because rivers hands are enormous in the way they see themselves. in their own head it's because they associate them with destruction ⸺ but they are always so gentle and careful with their hands. these hands do not harm, they cradle, they protect and they keep warm.

and here we go, watching me giggle like a 13 year old writing in their diary because one of my favorite people really came to my inbox ⸻ @sajaboytellem on my silly little blog that i made on a whim because i had an existential crisis and said "but what if i made existential crisis an oc" and now here we are. but since you're here now, feel free to stay because i am nothing if not the most opportunistic bitch in the world so i get to gush a little, yeah?? yeah. cool. thank you.

thank you for indulging in my whimsical blog making yet again because honestly?? i'm at the point where i can even try to imagine not following you on all my blogs. your presence on my dash is always such a joy and i'm always letting out a gleeful little evil giggle when i see you post because your content is basically a free serotonin dispenser and that even when i'm in a bad mood. i hope to one day be able to create and dedicate myself as wholly to a character as much as you do because i don't know if i ever told you but it feels like everything you touch just becomes something so well thought out and crafted that it's inspiring me to try and consider more angles in my writing than i used to.

i really just hope to one day be half as good a writer as you are because honestly?? i'm 28 and i'm still gonna be honest: when i grow up i hope i get to be as amazing a writer as you. because i'd say talented but that sounds like you're only naturally gifted. which you probably are, but i think i speak for everyone when i say that it shines through your posts and metas that it's very clear that you've dedicated a lot of time and effort into honing your skills and that's just never ceases to amaze me. so yeah; thank you for returning to yet another dumbass blog of mine, and thank you for being such an inspiration!! <3