#🐺 * 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐄 : abandon all hope‚ all ye who enter

[monmuses]

"𝙸'𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙱𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚂𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑."

ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴇᴍɪ-ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ-ᴍᴜꜱᴇ (ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ & ᴏᴄ) ʙʟᴏɢ ꜰᴛ. ʜᴇɴʀɪᴇᴛᴛᴀ ʙɪɢɢʟᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜱᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴘᴀʀᴋ. ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇᴅ, 16+ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇʟɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ. ᴘᴇɴɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛᴏᴀꜱᴛɪᴇ

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[monmuses]

"Got to publishing ... but still nothing." It was not a lack of a painful feeling, but more or less voided of anything. She had spent years of writing these poems, not exactly hoping to get her name out of there, but enough of an attempt to get her work out there. A soft grumble escaped her lips, taking a slow puff from her cigarette holder with a glance to her right. She tried ... that mattered somewhat.

Though, the competition was up there, and it was the first time to go up against others like her and others who weren't. She wasn't hoping for it to be easy, anyway.

"I hope to Satan I don't need to get on my knees to suck some wrinkly old guy's blue dick," she groaned with a heavy eyeroll. "A competition is one way to get in there, I guess, but it's whatever. I could self-publish ... " She was considering it, but could sniff out the slight irony in what he said.

" ... I'd rather you be my publisher or something like that," she said. "Not give my dark works to some crusty old person that can't read through cataracts."

▸   @monmuses   ⟶   ❛  "i won, but i'm still losing." henrietta to michael  ❜   ╱   (  the babysitter lives , accepting .  )

   “Yeah, that’s usually how it goes,” Michael commiserated, holding the smoldering stub of his cigarette between his fingers.  He finished off the last puff, then crushed it under his boot.

   “At least, you got published—that’s more than some people can say.”  Still, she was published in a less serious poetry with a bunch of other young poets, elementary school students included.  It was unlikely that her deep and dark poems would get taken for what they were in a book like that.

   “Unfortunately, the publishing industry is kind of a huge dick-sucking contest.  You’ve gotta do shit a real particular way, you know, conform.”  He rolled his eyes and tried to shut up the small part of him that still wanted in.  “If it were up to me, I’d push you straight through to the shelves, your own book, the whole nine.”  Michael did not seem to recognize the irony or how this would contribute to the aforementioned ‘dick-sucking contest.’

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bxtsence asked: ❝ what are you going as for halloween this year? ❞ - Rowan @ Henrietta (it’s also his birthday!) ; autumn/halloween sentence starters! 🍂🍁🎃

"...I don't know. Not really looking forward to Halloween 'cause I'm not the type to go out 'trick-or-treating' or whatever," she shrugged. "Last year, I didn't go at all and stayed home, watching 'Pearl'."

Though... this struck her curiosity, glancing over at Rowan with a suspicious brow raise, "...why? Are you gonna ask me out to go to a party with you or something?"

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Anonymous asked: (@friendscfmine) (Michael to Henrietta) "I'm forever imprisoned in my own personal hell of torment and misery, so I'm never truly 'free.' But I don't really have plans all this next week except for Monday."

"We all are imprisoned. I'm in my darkest day, but I guess I'm available all week." It was a very basic but straightforward reply, but she too was in some kind of suffering. They all were, but she didn't exactly have something to share her boredness with.

"This boredness is more torturous than anything I've felt in years. What have you been doing over the summer, Michael?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "It's... arguably more horrible as of late."

[monmuses]

[MANICURE] for Henrietta and Rowan

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍.

[ MANICURE ]: sender and receiver paint each other’s nails together.

"...I only have a few colors to pick for your nails. I always pick black, but I have some other brushes to make it other than black. If you like blue or pink, or whatever." In Henrietta's hands were a few assorted (but very dark) nail polish colors. She did have a few brushes to make designs with them, but she hadn't done it in quite a while.

"So, Vamp Boy. What's your pick?"

[monmuses]

"An entry to a poem I'm writing, yeah," she said, flipping to a page in her notebook. "I think that sounded dark enough for my heart and soul to hear."

In the different methods of journaling, Henrietta found her ways of expressing her feelings was through drawing and writing out various kinds of poems. Music was one, but in her own writing, she could show that pain she'd always feel in her heart. With what she was writing, it was an entry of how she felt towards her mother and having to savor the taste and savor the pain.

Whatever that might mean in her mind.

"You could call it that. The goth philosophy of feeling real pain," she described, "...how did it sound to you? Did it sound good? I'm working on my metaphors."

▸   @monmuses   ⟶   ❛  ‘ savor the taste, savor the pain. ‘ henrietta to tweek  ❜   ╱   (  love is dead , accepting .  )

   “Savor the taste… of pain?” Tweek said, closing one eye and cocking his head to the left, as if that would help him digest what she said better.  He was curled up around a notebook, his knees shielding it from view, and he worked figure-8’s in the margins while he listened to Henrietta.  When he was younger, he found that journaling helped him sort through a lot of bullshit, and while it was sort of disappointing to have to start from scratch, his old notebook, probably two hundred pages thick and bulging with scraps that he’d pasted into it, lost in the cavities of his old bedroom, it was absolutely leagues better than nothing.

   He wasn’t really as into poetry or any of that as much as the Goth Kids were, though.  Mostly, he recorded whatever the radio told him so that he wouldn’t forget, so that he could show other people what he’d written, always able to articulate his ideas better over writing than through speech, stuttering through clipped sentences in the midst of an episode.  So, he and Henrietta had very different intentions for their notebooks, but it was still something to bond over, keeping notebooks at all.

   “Is that one of your goth philosophy things?”  The fashion was cool, but Tweek wasn’t as committed to the bit as the others were.  “Part of a poem?”

[monmuses]

@ Henrietta: do they use specific perfumes? are they a light or a heavy sleeper?

mundane headcanons

She does use specific perfumes. Personally, she likes using a specific kind of cologne that she's kept for a couple of years now. It has a bit of a thick scent, but it lasts a while for her.

Light sleeper. Easily, a light sleeper. She sleeps in a lot, but easily wakes up to some of the lightest noises in her room. It's not movements, but sounds. They wake her up very, very easily.

[monmuses]

may god ignore you like you ignored my greetings. (To henrietta from Michael. idk maybe she didnt text him back lmao @fxntasmagoria)

unprompted asks - always accepting!

"...so, this is how you tell me, 'You didn't text me on time'?" She asked, raising her phone. "I was asleep. And you threaten me with God ignoring me. Oh, woe is me."

Henrietta's phone had the text message open from Michael, having the previous messages that were left on delivered. It wasn't her fault she was asleep, but she snoozed easily to everything. Though, she raised a brow, setting her phone back into her pocket.

"So, what did you want me out here for? Just to tell me I left you on read? Satan forbid I don't respond for less than an hour." So snarky, Henrietta.

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bxtsence asked: 💕 Rowan and Henrietta :3 ; Send 💕 and my muse will use The Love Calculator to see how compatible they are.

"...that's a pretty high number. I... uh... I like that it's high. I love you, Rowan... a lot."

[monmuses]

She was naturally stubborn. She had her intelligence of many things, which told her a thing or two when it came to talking to people. For Rowan, finding someone who could match her stubborn and bitchy personality was a rarity. Even if that was possible, she didn't think so. Yet, it happened.

As for her little outburst and immediate shifty gaze to face the floor, she couldn't help but burn a little in her cheeks. Why was love such a complicated but stupid thing? That's how she saw it, but with Rowan, he made it feel so different. And she love-hated it!

"Because! What else do I do after a kiss?" She grumbled, huffing to herself. "A kiss feels so warm. And I hate it."

cont. from here

@monmuses

He had lost count of the many times he had attempted to correct her whenever she called him a 'real vampire.'

'No. I'm not a vampire. I'm a dhampir.' He'd reply every single time, accompanied by a roll of his eyes, but Henrietta was a stubborn one. Admittedly, that was part of why Rowan had grown to be fond of her so much. She had her ways of thinking, and she stuck to it. It was cute, adorable even. Not to mention, she really was a beautiful woman. She never seemed to think that about herself, from what he gathered, sadly. He disagreed with the sentiment.

Perhaps that was why it felt so right just now to go through with it. He'd be lying if he wasn't nervous. Rowan's heart reminding him of its existence by pounding away in his chest was evidence of that. But he wasn't going to doubt his thoughts about her. He really did want her. It may have only been a simple kiss, but it was their first one.

When their lips parted, he paused to gaze at her face, committing the image of her getting flustered and blushing to memory. When Henrietta spoke, Rowan couldn't help but chuckle.

"That was our first kiss, and you decide to call me a bastard?"

[monmuses]

Henrietta, do you have any “ungoth” confessions? For example: what’s a hobby or band that you like that would be looked down upon by other goths? Do you still listen to any of those bands that you enjoyed while you were an emo?

SEND MY MUSE ANONS!! (Always Accepting!)

Oh, this was an awful question. She really didn't want to think about the time she was emo for a few days. Hell, it felt like a lost memory. Grumbling to herself, a hand ran through her hair, thinking.

"...My Chemical Romance. That shitty emo band that everybody and their mother listened to when that 'Welcome to the Black Parade' album came out. I hated that stupid band. Disgusting and conformist shit."

[monmuses]

Ring and ballpoint pen for Henrietta :3

details about ocs!

💍 RING — does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings? 🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos?

She has a mix of both! She has a few piercings on her nose, ears, and on her lip. They're very minimal, but nice enough for her to keep on her. As for tattoos? She has a few. Most are goth-styled tattoos with a quote and some black roses and vines, but she intends to get an arm sleeve someday! Nothing specific, but she wants it on her right arm.

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bxtsence asked: Rowan is just, snoring SUPER loudly while cuddling up on Henrietta’s shoulder. He’s exhausted and she’s comforting okay?

Now... she would normally bug him about snoring so loudly, but for tonight, she was allowing him to be this noisy. She wasn't planning on sleeping in - not yet, anyway. With her phone in hand and an earbud in one ear to watch some videos, her free arm wrapped around Rowan's shoulders, running her long nails into his scalp.

He deserved some attention and comfort, now that he was with her. Just tonight, she'd let herself be a little playful in bringing him some comfort while he slept.

"...you're real noisy," she mumbled, placing a kiss on his cheek. "Get some sleep. Try to not move me around too much."

[monmuses]

"Heard about it. Didn't think you'd be coming outside, so I brought you something to eat," she said, holding up a takeout bag full of food. It was fresh and hot, slightly steaming from the bag. "Didn't know what you liked, but I got some stuff that I like."

It was believable to hear he went to Hell for the weekend. Finding him resting and hearing through Nimue had her think of something to bring since they started to talk. She... genuinely enjoyed his company too. It wouldn't hurt to bring something while he's home now.

"Don't worry about being 'entertaining'. You're fine to be around," she said. "Unless you like straight black coffee, I'll brew some later. But here. This is some takeout I ordered from one of the new restaurants in town. It's pretty damn good."

@monmuses asked: [ TAKEOUT ] — sender arrives at receiver’s home, bearing takeout from receiver’s favourite place (Henrietta @ Damien)

╰┈➤ ACTION PROMPTS : Loving Actions (SFW) || Accepting

For him, it was a day of rest. Though hearing the front door, there's a low groan from him before he drags himself off the couch. Eventually opening the door, it's not what he expected, seeing Henrietta there with takeout from one of the local fast food places. He doesn't really go out to eat much other than at the diner where he hangs out with Bradley's group on occasion, so any sign of food is a welcome sign. 

"Paying a visit to little old me? And with food no less. Let me guess, you heard from Nimue I was back from Hell today? Can't say I'm going to be very entertaining to be around right now, but you're welcome to come in and make yourself at home. If you want some coffee there should be enough left to brew a pot. I need to go shopping tomorrow."

[monmuses]

💋👅🌶️

For Henrietta :D

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ;  𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 …  ( 𝒓𝒆𝒅 )

💋 — never been kissed? a headcanon about my muses first kiss, who it was with and how they felt about it. 👅 — taste the rainbow! a headcanon about a favourite and/or least favourite meal. 🌶 — spice and delight! for a headcanon about an intimate experience in my muses life.

Henrietta actually hasn't had her first kiss and has kept it that way for a while. She isn't exactly a romantic type of girl and is very self-reserved. However, it can change with a certain someone.

With her? She has a certain taste in foods. She would be someone who enjoys food with spice, so any sort of spicy meals. Not spicy snacks, but stuff like spicy ramen, etc. She also enjoys sweets, but she's not exactly super picky. Only with foods that non-conformists eat.

The closest she's ever been with intimacy has been with herself. If anything, she has had little to no real wish for intimacy because she believes she's too far gone to want it.

[monmuses]

Dear diary: 17 for Henrietta because dammit she deserves to be happy

DEAR  DIARY          .    .    .

17.     entry made featuring joy.

There's an open diary with one of the pages open, reading to an entry dating a few years back. It reads:

"I don't know why I'm so happy today. Ever since I got out of that emo possession shit, I've felt different. Not goth, but not emo. Whatever it is. Michael's been checking up on me every day just to talk to me after school. I don't know why, but seeing him and the others is nice. It makes me feel... happy, for some reason."