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pridefulsuggestion

my body is mine, and i’ll paint it how i want to.

#thoughts

What's a place that's calming to Mortem?

@eerieeyedleveret

This is probably going to sound funny, but it's her grave. Not that she has ever really used it.

Back behind her cabin, there's a naturally formed alcove and within it, a nearly finished headstone. She didn't make it. Most people in the world couldn't have, because it's made of a specific elemental stone. Elves are attuned naturally to its energy, but the practice of shaping it is mostly a dead art or form of blacksmithing now.

But there was one of the true ancestor elves that knew how to do such. And it's precisely the same elven villain from the previous ask. There were a few souls in the world he had respect for, so he began making tombstones at their homes as a show of that respect - since no one would be alive when he was through with his mission.

Mortem found it after the war, after the brutal mercy killing that still makes her hands shake to this day.

It's a strange comfort to know such a gift remained. Back then, Mortem genuinely thought she'd finally fulfill her purpose when he won. Before her purpose did a quick course change and decided he could not win.

She'll sit back against it or lay down in front of it. Mediating quietly, strengthening her own energy. In the dark of the alcove, the flowers often found underground thrive above. She learned to keep them alive, since he rose them up from the tunnels below the Earth.

Is it morbid? Yes. But it's also grounding. A reminder she will someday fulfill her purpose and leave the mortal realm. A gift from a soul she hopes is healing in the afterlife, who she wishes to see again on better terms.

For a less morbid one: the beach. She lives practically on the opposite side of the country from it. She likes beach days and daring the sun to challenge her regen spell. But mostly, she likes looking out at the ocean from morning to night. It encapsulates both her sense of wonder that she still possesses and the vastness of how she views potential.

#eerieeyedleveret #asks #mortem: lemme get morbid a sec. okay here's also the fun one lmao who is going to the beach with me tho

Has Mortem ever given up something where it's hurt them to do so?

@eerieeyedleveret

Yes. People.

It's a hurt she can't often give a lot of acknowledgement to. I think a recent ask has her explaining it pretty well.

She's a being that exists to challenge peace, to ward off stagnation and keep life reaching for its potential. Or she's someone that needs to quell chaos when it grows beyond a constructive means.

In either case, it's not unheard of for her to find individuals she likes. People get swept up in change and at times, they lose their lives. By accident or on purpose. Sometimes by her own hand, sometimes indirectly, and other times by circumstance as collateral damage.

Mortem is the unstoppable force going down the path her purpose has deemed necessary. If people choose to be the objects on that path, she will do her best to provide a loophole and get them out of the way... but that isn't always how it goes. Others have principles or the situation may not allow her to warn them. But what is change without tragedy?

The broken sword she cleans to this day was used against the elf that still manages to haunt her to this day. Back then, before she was convicted for treason and branded a war criminal, she had been observing his rise. She had been ready to allow mass murder across all the nations, genocide, because his will and hurt were justified. A lone survivor of the first conflict waged war against everyone. Sacrificing everything to try and accomplish one thing. And in the end, it couldn't be given.

The kindest thing to do was to put him out of his misery. A mercy killing, even if so many understood his reasons. It was one of the hardest things she had to do and she barely knew him on a personal level. It wasn't because he was a veteran in combat, it was seeing how desperate he became to finish his mission.

It's people. It will always be people that are the hardest to give up. She wanted his potential and hardship to have paid off but it couldn't. Mortem could say it's ideas or purpose, but in her view, those are so very much a part of people. Of the very core of them. Their existence here relinquishes, leaving nothing but an echo. Sometimes it fade out quickly, other times it echoes throughout all of time. But it doesn't make a difference to her, because she is always the one to see and remember.

To see nations unite over a common enemy they hated, but still had the ability to weep for... it wasn't compassion. It couldn't be after all the harm he caused them. It was just understanding everything on the line, for them and for him. Understanding of the truth of his actions, even if they were so terrible. The greatest thing she can do for those she gives up to the wheel is to ensure the world stays educated. That history isn't rewritten again. Even if it means being the outlier that history will gladly choose to forget.

#mortem will always be the person who gave up herself to never give up the main goals of the story #she gives up others to ensure everything keeps moving forward as needed. but she gives up herself the most and i think it's fun even if #she doesn't really acknowledge it often. her purpose already put her outside of the usual cycle of life and death #and then her purpose made her an outcast to the world. so on all fronts she's 'given up on' by the narrative despite being #the sole person trying to keep it all together. and she does. but no one really cares until her name is cleared decades after her death #eerieeyedleveret #asks #thank you for the fun and very good questions uwu

Mortem simply enjoying observing people and situations or conducting (social, mental, physical) experiments constantly?

Yes.

#she just wants to play with everyone's potential #everything she does both is fun and her testing things or people repeatedly #here to play in everyone's sandbox adsgfdhfh #it can be so harmless or the most life threatening thing ever depending on the information she processes lmao #i feel like this is especially relevant in certain verses since some fandom universes really get her experimenting away

mirrorsinner

#someday i will draw something like this with her tattoos sfdgfhg #visage

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Italian Stallion.

#insert the sound of glass cracking as she is doing everything she can not to cackle #sfdgfhghgj i'm fucking dead. idk what's going on but this is all very funny x'D

hellishbind

@kingbearer is my new game of thrones/asoiaf blog! if anyone with overlapping muses wants to follow!

#promo #another scotty promo. i see and i obey one of the bestest people on this goddamn planet uwu #also 100/10 writer. full of schemes!! <3

She's hiding a smile at all you thirsty bitches liking that post. She sees you and approves of your taste.

#mort pleased to see shared interests uwu truly bonding out here asfdgfhg

yourferalgod

get in my bed loser, we're cuddlefucking

#thoughts #nsfw #in this den of iniquity;;the sun don’t shine

"...D'ya everr feel alone? Az if even the beasts and plants arr' a memorry even az yo'rr lookin at them?"

They're not looking at Mortem as they work, hands keeping busy as their voice wanders. They don't often talk while they work, but this time he seems to be keeping a good amount of attention to the task at hand.

@we-the-witch

For all intents and purposes, the answer to their question should be met with a 'no'. The witch's core abilities circulated around energy and souls. Soulless entities she could connect with, whether it was the plants in her garden or one of the fae. Energy resonated and a language could be found with just about anything.

Her entire purpose circulated around the variety of life, and then entropy. She was not like a witch of old she once knew that learned to contort herself into beasts. Despite all the life she was constantly sensing around herself, constantly observing and analyzing because she could not turn off the ability to...

"Yes." She felt alone.

Humans had that saying, 'even in a crowded room you can feel alone'.

It wasn't very different from her. Her purpose as a witch required her to partially exclude herself from it. She watched all manner of life grow and wither, generations come and go. And she was here.

Many of the plants in her garden served as a memory. Tended to, kept for certain fallen individuals or in memory of events that has passed. Everything around her was memories. She was a relic that didn't rust throughout the ages.

She observed them a moment longer before reaching past, fetching a small jar off the shelf to set down upon the table. A quiet suggestion they may find the contents of use in their work. Otherwise, she doesn't elaborate. She doesn't see much use in discussing things that cannot be changed nor altered. Even this time here together was a fleeting thing, a memory she would carry in the archive cradled within this body - within the meat and muscle, cradled within her ribs.

"I suspect you have thoughts if you are asking such a thing?" Mortem exited off the portion of the topic that was herself and offered them the floor to speak instead.

#wethewitch #asks

hellishbind

𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐃

🇮🇳🇩🇮🇪 🇷🇵 | 🇭🇦🇿🇧🇮🇳 🇭🇴🇹🇪🇱 | 🇲🇺🇱🇹🇮-🇲🇺🇸🇪

🇷🇺🇱🇪🇸. 🇲🇺🇸🇪🇱🇮🇸🇹.

#i see a scotty i reblog a scotty. idc what blog.#if you know what's good for you you'd play in her sandbox. it's always a blast chatting plotting or writing together #she's a fucking real one #did i say yet that she's also a great writer and schemer? because she is.#no really. i'll keep going #shoving any blog or muse you write into my mouth and running around with them on all fours #hellishbind #promo

"Do memories ever haunted you? Do you ever mourn for something that could have been?"

@malefikant

These were questions she has been asked from time to time. From some it was with curiosity lacing their tone, with others it was with tears and anger. And then there were those that sought to try and relate to her. Or perhaps, to have her relate to them? It was difficult to parse, at times. Her species didn't really possess the same morality as others.

The witch looked his way for a moment. Quiet, thoughtful. It wasn't because she needed to think about the answer, it was because she didn't know how to say the truth in a way that might make sense. It was so innate to her to be this way that she couldn't imagine it differently at this time.

"Well... Yes and no to both. I feel haunted by many things, both personal and related to my purpose as a witch. I can mourn, feel anger and remorse about the former... but I cannot feel them about the latter. Remorse leads to doubt and the moment I begin to doubt things, to wonder if things could have been different, I then begin to doubt myself. For mortals, this is a normal progression of thought. For many witches, especially myself, doubting oneself is a direct contradiction of my purpose and very nature - the choices that led me to the resulting point."

Mortem used her pointer fingers, drawing out her meaning in the air vaguely.

"If it helps me better myself to adapt to the next time something happens, that's one thing. To fall into despair, regret... guilt, even, I cannot feel those things so long as I am alive. I look forward to feeling such things when I am relinquished of my purpose and can die, though." Her lips curved into a smile, wistful at the thought of the day she'd get to join in the cycle of things.

"And then there's the principle of the matter. To acknowledge wrongdoing, as I said, can be acceptable towards my own growth. But to think on it to the point of burdening myself would be a disservice to those I've made choices against. To reconsider and regret after betraying them, for instance, does nothing for them. I still did wrong by them. I can only hope that in the future, they'll accept my reflection in death."

"I cannot imagine for myself things being different by much. But there are some instances in life I must be careful with... for I know I would mourn what could have been." Her hand lifted, pointing to the narrow display box atop the far dresser near her bookshelves. Inside, a shattered sword rested. Old, but well kept. She made sure of it. "I can consider in bursts what things could have been like to understand how to better make them still. As is my purpose, in a way."

She then redirected her hand to point out to all the flowers in the garden past the window. Over half her garden was now made of flowers she planted for those who had been lost. "To make sure the lives of those lost both unfairly or simply to time can rely on my commitment, even if they were on the opposing side. I can feel everything... but I also cannot, you see?"

Her head slanted gently. She looked forward to the day where she could feel everything in full. All the ugly things that her nature, her purpose as a witch cancelled out. The day she could look at these souls she harmed, the souls she had lost and tell them all 'I'm sorry for my part' would be the true ringing of the bell that she was done.