#Muse.

[mad3lyncline]

𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑾 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑬𝒀 & 𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑳𝒀𝑵 𝑪𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬 . Outer Banks ( 2020 – ) .

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new ref potentially soon!! :)

[hakuuji]

"you seem to have the wrong idea about this, a.kaza."

[alecflynnarchive]

basics.

full name — Alec Bodhi Flynn

faceclaim — Nick Robinson

gender & pronouns — cis man, he/him

age — 28

birthday — 8/23/1996

sexuality — disaster bi

occupation — bartender at The Pour House

neighborhood — transient (living in a van), but mostly stationed around Forest Lake

length of time in blue harbor — all his life, with occasional bouts of traveling throughout

tldr. tw: mental illness, drugs, alcohol, child neglect (full bio can be found at the bottom of the intro)

alec is a blue harbor native. he's been cutting it up in these streets since day one. his mother suffers from manic episodes and would often leave him alone for days on end and go cause havoc around town. so locals probably know the name 'daisy flynn' and they probably don't get warm and fuzzies when they hear it. his dad is totally unknown to him

with the freedom of having absolutely zero structure growing up, alec fell into partying. he taught himself how to play the guitar, and as he got older, he used that to his advantage. he started a band, was surprisingly good at writing songs— the only time anyone caught a glimpse of emotional depth— and settled into his role as the heartbreaker

alec really thought the glory of high school would last forever, even going as far as buying a van with the intention of touring for the summer between junior and senior year and every summer after that. only, he never clued his bandmates into those plans and they actually had parents that gave a shit, so instead, he turned it into his home. eventually, inevitably, they were evicted from their apartment when his mom went off the deep end for a little too long, so he sort of had no choice

for all of senior year, alec lived alone in his van that he lovingly named ole bessy. it was about halfway through the year that he realized people were making plans outside of blue harbor. college, jobs, settling anywhere that wasn't here. but alec liked here, and he didn't really understand everyone being so hellbent on leaving

abandonment issues settled in and alec sort of became a nomad. once he graduated from high school (somehow??? like, good for him, but i genuinely don't understand how he did it) he left blue harbor to travel in his van. he played shows, settled in places for just long enough to start to feel those attachments grow and then he'd take off again

he'd roll back into town from time to time, but when he inevitably messed up, he'd leave again, coming back only when enough time had allowed to dust to settle. and the cycle has repeated itself now for years

headcanons.

alec has undiagnosed dyscalculia. he doesn’t realize that numbers don’t jumble around in everyone’s heads the way they do his. it makes him feel stupid, so he tries to avoid math situations, or anything that has anything to do with numbers.

alec can be very self-absorbed. it’s not because he’s a dick, it’s just because he’s always too aware of himself to see things from any other perspective. he’s covered up his need to be loved and accepted by fooling himself into believing everyone loves him the way he loves everyone else. it’s a fun line to walk.

because alec largely had to parent himself, there are a lot of things he misses that should be obvious, but just aren't. he genuinely doesn't ever go out of his way to hurt anyone's feelings, but he definitely has left a string of heartbreak in his wake. he just doesn't know how to let people in, he doesn't understand that his inability to love isn't the same for everyone else. he just expects that people feel the way he does about things.

he writes really good fuckin' songs. you would never know he is the same person listening to his songs versus meeting him in real life, but it stems from the fact that he never learned how to deal with or regulate his emotions, so he channels it into his song writing

alec is a very physically affectionate guy. his love language is physical touch so it's not weird or out of the ordinary for alec to be touchy.

wanted connections.

childhood friends - some that he still keeps in touch with, maybe some that are starting to get tired of his shit. maybe some that have been tired of his shit for a while

bandmates - new or old. he's been back in town for a little while now, so he's had time to get the band back together (or welcome new people into it)

best friend - someone who understands him in a way that other people really don't. they might be hurt when he leaves, but they know that he'll come back and they know why he is the way he is. it's complicated but they'll always have his back

exes - alec is not known for his faithfulness or for being a good boyfriend. these would have likely ended badly and they wouldn't have gone on for very long. or maybe a few ended up friends. who knows

hook ups - a guy has needs. and those needs don't need strings. it can be complicated with unrequited feelings or it can just be a casual thing that just scratches an itch for both parties

antagonistic - enemies alec has made, people that liken him to his mom who is still around causing trouble, people that feel he's done them dirty. maybe past employers he's left high and dry. people he owes money to. anything!

honestly, up for ANYTHING. might add more as they come to me, but let's just throw stuff at the wall and see what sticks.

full bio.

Alec Flynn was born a free spirit. As a child, he was always questioning everything: who decided we have to go to school five days a week? Why is ‘because I said so’ an acceptable answer? Why do we have to wear shoes? We’re inside! (Alec was regularly in trouble in school for taking off his shoes). For a minute, he tried the Scouts thing, but ultimately it wasn’t meant to last. He didn’t do well with structure or a chain of command. He constantly questioned authority and pushed his limits as far as they would go and then some. He’d say he quit, but it was, at the very least, a mutual parting of ways. It was probably for the best, though. Being raised by a single mother who followed her every whim and regularly left her too-young son alone, sometimes for days on end, while she ran off with a new boyfriend or chased a new high meant that money was so tight it was basically non-existent. Just like the father he never knew. God forbid they spent any of that money on him.

He found his stride a little more once he hit high school. Being musically inclined since he could talk suddenly seemed a lot more interesting to his peers once puberty hit. Alec loved the attention and he leaned fully in. He started a band with a few friends. People knew him. And for the first time in his life, he felt seen. That kind of feeling went to his head. He was a serial dater, the heartbreaker, and he really fell into the party scene. With his friends at his side, he felt unstoppable, untouchable. The band found its groove and they owned the school. Or, at least, in Alec’s mind, they did. 

The insecurities began to creep in around the middle of senior year. He’d never been much of a planner, content to only acknowledge what was right in front of his face at any given moment. But Alec began to realize, as everyone finalized their college and future plans, that he’d never really given it any thought. He liked what he did and what he had here, so why change it? But in the back of his mind, it did cause panic, listening to everyone plan to leave Blue Harbor behind. 

Leave him behind.

Alec grew a little more reckless after that. He partied harder, he wrote songs with a frantic edge. He thought maybe if he could just get lost in the life, it would never abandon him. But in the end, he watched people he adored and people that adored him scatter to the wind after graduation. 

On a whim, he’d purchased a van with money he’d managed to scrape together. It was an absolute piece of shit, but it was his piece of shit. It’s original intention was to go on tour— a notion he’d had but hadn’t clued his bandmates in on until after he’d already bought it— but when he was slapped with an eviction notice after his mom had been gone on a bender for weeks, it became home. 

For years, Alec did his best to outrun the bad feelings. Abandonment issues, who? Alec was simply a free spirit. It was in his DNA after all. His mother had never been able to stay in one place, and with a home on wheels, why shouldn’t he do the same? 

So it became something of a routine. He’d roll back into town after staying gone long enough to be missed, for whatever misdeeds he’d released on Blue Harbor to be forgotten or at the very least swept under the rug. And then, when he inevitably messed up, he’d go again to start the process over once more. It kept him safe and it kept others safe from him. That was a lesson he’d learned from his mother who had become something of a fixture on the streets in Weaver Ridge, becoming the town’s burden instead of just his. 

He’d like to stop running. Of course he would. But everything catches up to you when you stop moving. And he’s not ready to face those things just yet.

[lurkingpoisons]

very rough sketch but do you see the vision. the unplucked eyebrows. the bags under her eyes. the chapped lips. shinobu grew out her hair because k.anae always wanted her to but that's the only stereotypically glamorous thing my s.hinobu is interested in.

[scoutvdrohe]

@pxtitxrosx asked: 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 my muse’s family

[nightmaretist]

INGE / moodboard.

[offairytale]

The Rebirth of a Hawthorne

dropping her bag on the cold floor of her jewelry, kate walked to the counter to sit, holding a few papers that she managed to gather on her journey. after finding out that the necklace belonged to the hawthorne family, kate went on a quest for more information regarding this household.

sitting on the chair, the woman took out the copy of the official journal detailing the death of her family. below, a picture of a beautiful couple and their two kids. a baby and a little girl who looked like a younger version of herself.

"it is with great sorrow that we announce the tragic death of lord hawthorne and his wife and infant. they were found earlier on this cold morning, their carriage destroyed by a fatal accident and partially burnt. the bodies were retrieved but as authorities were aware of four passengers, one was missing. it appears that the hawthorne daughter was not part of the victims. in the search of her body, we can't tell where she may have gone. her body may have been projected away, we will do everything in our power to find her and allow her to rest along her family.

while the circumstances aren't clear, it appears that lord hawthorne tried to travel back to the highlands, where his estate was. perhaps as a last attempt to save his own family from the enemy invading london? one will never know.

for anyone wishing to pay their respects, a small ceremony will be held at the cementer of mayfair."

kate checked on the paper and picked up the note that ross beckett left to her. reading both again, the woman kept searching among the papers she gathered for more answers. among them, a family tree.

LORD JOHN HAWTHORNE † (brother to LORD ELLIOT HAWTHORNE and LORD BENEDICT HAWTHORNE), married LADY ELISE CLIFFTON † (sister to LORD TREVOR CLIFFTON). First HAWTHORNE child: KATE HAWTHORNE. (unknown †) Second HAWTHORNE child: GREGORY HAWTHORNE. †

pages turned as she kept reading for more information. attached to the documents, the address of the highlands estate that the couple owned besides the townhouse in london. the confirmation that the name of the disappeared child was kate's name made now sense. the next step would be for her to see if the house of london truly existed. the picture of her parents made no doubt that kate was their child, especially her mother. she was a pure copy of kate nowadays. same eyes, same hair, same expression on her face.

while this was still completely new to kate, the woman decided to claim back this whole title, claim back her origins and step into the ton just the way she belonged there. slowly setting the papers back in the drawer, the woman stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. her sad green hues soon were gone. a hint of determination and pride invaded them as she realized that both of her parents had siblings.

could it be that kate had living cousins? ones who would still wonder if this branch of the family was alive? only time will tell but one thing made kate sure about: she had never felt as alive as before. it was the rebirth of a hawthorne, one rising among the ashes and ready for this life.

[mad3lyncline]

𝑹𝑼𝑫𝒀 𝑷𝑨𝑵𝑲𝑶𝑾 . Outer Banks Season 4 Trailer ( x ) .

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d.oma ref jumpscare!!

[idolbound]

UNUSUAL MUSE ASSOCIATIONS

spice : saffron

weather event / natural disaster : freezing rain / ice storm

colour : Red

colour of the sky : the pink/orange/light blue of an early sunrise/dawn.

planet : Mars

animal : Lioness

houseplant : Golden Pothos vine

weapon :  Great sword

subject / major : History

gemstone / mineral : Ruby

make-up product : "like psychologically she's concealer aesthetically she's nars orgasm blush" - @sanctamater

candy : Black Cherry warheads

fear : the dark

method of long-distance travel : horseback

art style : Baroque (in both the Artemesia Gentileschi and Francis Bacon style eras).

historical period : Medieval

wood : Oak

mythological creature : Mares of Diomedes

three emojis : ⚔����✝

celestial body : the sun

romcom archetype : The One Who's Too "Uptight" For Her Own Good

tagged by: @muutos thank you! tagging: @sanctamater @extravagantliar @extravagantrook @mercysought for Asharen.

[angelsweb]

—— THE INNER WORKINGS OF ONE’S HEART ... an overview of the aesthetics of bacchus, the producer .

[hakuuji]

your muse as the solar system

SUN • egotistical • melted wax wings and fingers • sunburnt skin • the most generous soul • blood in the fruit • halos • anger on fire • high vitality • thunderous laughter • is pride really a sin? • halogenic aura

MERCURY • expansion of the mind • silver-tongued • an everlasting wanderer • polyglot • high dexterity • handwritten letters • innately critical • en vogue • eyes in the trees • hidden libraries • there’s always room for improvement

VENUS • in love with strangers • iridescent waters • love potions for your mirror • selfless devotion • shattering crystal • seafoam upon sand • the golden ratio • drowning in your own passion • material value & high principles • luring • plush lips

EARTH • fresh springs • tree hugger • we can start again tomorrow • a blazing rainforest • respects survival of the fittest • nature’s adversity • lazy bones • constantly evolving • flowers sprouting from wounds • a granite altar • fossilized remains

MOON • illusory • silver shimmer off the ocean • secrets and gossip • cycles of reincarnation • a crybaby • physically ethereal • shared glances with a stranger • cat eyes • mistrusting their intuition • fear is a prison • ornate magic wands

MARS • healthy competition • attraction and repulsion • magma and rubies • a blade being forged • wrath wrath wrath • malefic • intense eye contact • cannon fodder & fireworks • blood floods • copper taste on your tongue

JUPITER • red robes and a suit of armor • beacon of stability • leader by birth • thunderbolts and lightning • guilty but can’t stop • secret rich kid • golden touch golden tears • innate optimist • failure isn’t an option • constantly reaching for more • unfinished symphonies

SATURN • traditional • overbearing energy • a sculptor of reality • this existence is a karmic one • has a heart, it’s just… way down deep • law, order & justice • avoid all necessary risk • the sound of shackles clanging • sisyphus’ struggle • grappling with the reality of time • self-governing

URANUS • psychedelic funk music • overflowing cups • a rebellion with skin • looking good in photo id • oblivious but caring • middle fingers in the air • double rainbows • icy diamond exterior • holographic • afraid of their own mediocrity • pearlescent smoke

tagged by: @tsukkiakarii love u <3

tagging: anyone who wants :-)

[zeroora]

Salem dabbing on ur grave

[starrycrown]

Where it all begins.. (Drabble)

Rising from the ashes, a young woman must face her destiny. 

As she knelt on the cold and hard ground, she delicately dropped a bouquet of lilacs. Her mother’s favorite flowers. She removed a few dead leaves to uncover the names of the stone, her heart clenching as she read it as always.

Here lies Thingar, Dima and Leidin Somerville. A loving father, mother and brother.

Thinya couldn’t help but feel guilty for surviving them, already ten years ago. She was ten years old when that morning, the bell rang to notify the villagers that the enemy was coming. Dima and Thingar Somerville had heard that the neighborhood was already attacked, some villages completely burned and destroyed. Thinya could still recall the scene: her parents looking at each other with fear, her mother immediately grabbing her two year old brother in her arms while her father grabbed her hand and rushed them all out of their house. A lovely little cottage that sheltered a few animals that Thinya loved to tend to. "We must make haste!" Thingar told his family, his voice steady despite his deep blue eyes betraying him by showing his own fear. Before running away, Thingar released the animals so they could run for their lives as well. Thinya saw her favorite horse canter away, hoping that he would save himself from this whole chaos. 

While Thingar kept his wife and kids close to him, desperately trying to find his way in the middle of panic, the enemy arrived. Torches were lit, thrown into houses, swords were slaying the unfortunate ones who didn’t have time to hide while other women were being taken away from their husbands. Thinya experiences from the first time of her life terror. She saw a torch flying into her own kitchen, lighting an uncontrollable fire that destroyed her house. While Thingar pused them all into the opposite direction, Thinya tripped and fell on the floor. She tried to call for her parents, but what would the little voice of a ten year old girl sound in the middle of screams, sobs, flames and chaos? 

Standing up and desperately trying to see where her family went, Thinya hid behind a house and tried to look for them. The invasion lasted only a few minutes, enough for the whole village to be destroyed. The knights took the few women and kids away, leading them to a tragic destiny, that she found out later on. When she was of age to understand what adults could do. When they all left, Thinya stood there alone, noticing how quiet it was. Deadly quiet. Her young eyes witnessed horror: burnt houses, corpses lying on the floor that was painted red. A metallic smell invaded her nostrils as she stepped over a few dead bodies only to see what she hoped wouldn’t be true: the three bodies of her family lying together. As an ultimate attempt to save them, Thingar tried to lie against his wife and infant to protect them. All three were gone, leaving her behind.

A tear rolled down the young woman’s cheek as she looked at the grave. The memories were still haunting her, but she had to make a difficult decision earlier that morning. Her neighbour informed her that they were threatened again. She had to go before it was too late. Thinya was only twenty years old, she knew that if she stayed, she would be forced to marry one of those knights and face a life full of hate, unhappiness.  "I’m here to say goodbye..." Thinya whispered in a low tone, trying to swallow the lump of her throat. "I have to go for a while. You won’t see me around.. Please forgive me for that. Know that you three are here..." She pointed at her heart as another tear rolled down her cheek. "I love you three. I need to save myself and find my own way.." The young woman explained as she wiped her tear. "I promise you I will make you proud. And I will make those jewels be the most beautiful ones royalty had ever seen."  A few years after her father’s death, Thinya decided to take over and create jewels. She had seen how her father worked, reproduced his gestures and added her own creativity. She was ready to introduce her work, ready to finally start her own life. Thinya had heard that the royal palace was looking for staff. She had the audacious plan to offer her services and perhaps, sneak into a ballroom to reach out the finest of aristocracy. It would be certainly risky. Pretending to be a noble would cost perhaps her life, but she would do it. For her own sake and for her father’s legacy.  "Wish me luck." Thinya whispered to the grave, caressed it tenderly before kissing her fingers and touching the stone again.  The first snowflakes fell, she put her hood back on. As she stood back up, Thinya looked at the grave one last time before turning around and walking out of the cemetery. Instead of taking the direction of her village, Thinya slowly walked in the direction of the forest. Her heart beat faster than ever as she adjusted the small bag she carried on her shoulder. Her creations, as well as the rare and valuable gems she owned were resting in a pocket close to her heart. With determination, Thinya walked in the direction of her future. Where it all begins..