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[goodliine-blog]

the  agent  was  of  a  cleverness  that  the  god  had  not  seen  in  quite  some  time.   '    unfortunately  you  cannot  have  one  without  the   OTHER.   darkness  is  not  only  hidden  within  the  trees,  the   OWLS   but  also  people.  buried  in  bitter  hearts  or  twisted  minds.  this  town  is   RIFE   with  such.  incredible  really.   INVIGORATING.   ' 

eyes  slide  from  the  agent  towards  the  wall  of  trees  that  towered  above  the  both  of  them.  the  question  gave  him  pause.   '   come from?   '   curious.  for  a  brief  moment  the  lanky  man  didn't  respond.  and  then  he  smiled  once  more,  it  crept  up  onto  sharp  features  predatory.   ' ah!  i  come  from  maury  island  in  the  u. s. state  of  washington.   '   the  origins  of   THE DARK FIGURE   conspiracy.  threats  of  shadow  men,  men  in  black,  UFO's. 

'   sharp  man  you  are.   '   eyes  slide  over  the  agent  before  their  eyes  met  once  more.   '   i  can  think  of  no  one  better  to  solve  the  murder  of  laura  palmer.  i  do  hope  you  fare  better  than  the  other  lives  lost  to  this  quaint  little  town.   '   spoken  with  a  dismissive  air.  nonchalant.

[goodliine-blog]

'   the  proud  and  true  and   WEALTHY   would  like  to  live  forever,  leprechaun.  because   you're  down  in  the  gutter  doesn't  mean  others  wouldn't   RELISH   the  chance  to  embrace  future  decades  with  open  arms.  and  as  i've  said,  i  can  change  your   LUCK.   '   a  wag  of slender  finger  towards  the  other.   '   and  speaking  of..  how's  that  darling  woman  you're  traveling  with.   '   with  hat  perched  atop  head,  the  brim  now  pulled  low  as  smile  steadily increased.   '   you  say  you  have  nothing  left  to  lose,  nothing  to  barter  with?  well  my  boy,  do  i  have  a  deal  for  you.   ' 

a  sizzle  glitch  on  the  tv  above  the  bar  switched  from  whatever  inane  football  game  to  a grainy  black  and  white  feed  of  the  leprechaun  himself,  another  individual   ibrahim bin irem an alias // real name salim.   the  robotic  movement  of  the  camera  had  panned  from left  to  right  following  the  trio  as  they  exited  the  taxi  and  entered  a  diner.  it  then switched  to  a  security  camera  within  the  run  down  establishment  and  kept  the  cyclopes  eye trained  onto  the  three. 

the  god  never  looked  up,  eyes  always  on  the  fae  as  it  zoomed  in  upon  the  dead  woman  and  even  with  the  outdated  surveillance  equipment  there  was  a  pallid  aura  of   DEATH   about  her.   '   if  you  have  nothing  left  to  lose  then  you  can  give  her  to  me.  a  trade!   '   hands  clasp  together.   '   give  her  to  me  and  in  return  i  offer  you  your  coin.  i  can ..   '   a  brief  pause  as  fingers  clench  into  a  fist.   ' ..take  it  from  her  and  return  it  to  you.  isn't  that  what  you  want?  isn't  that  what  you've  always  wanted?   '  

[goodliine-blog]

SEMI ACTIVE

sorry about the brief hiatus! life is busy will be back soon to do replies. :)

[neutroisenjolras-moved-deactiva]

if you ever try to befriend me and you expect to be in frequent contact with me i am so sorry. i do that with maybe two people and even then i often go days or weeks withouts saying anything before talking daily for a while. 

the point is if we dont talk that doesnt mean i dont like u and think about u a lot im just terrible at maintaining close relationships

[goodliine-blog]

what is twerk? will you show me?

eyes  slide  off  to  the  side,   ‘   actually  i .. it’s  really  more  of  a   ‘technical boy’   subject.  i  hear  it’s  a  type  of   ..drink?   that  is  famous  among  the  children  of  the  clubs. ‘   stares  off  into  space  trying  not  to  make  eye  contact.

[goodliine-blog]

if I take you to a rave will you stop twerking??? you're scaring everyone

‘  that’s  all  i  wanted  in  the  first  place  son.  some  mentee // mentor  bonding  time.   ‘ 

[americangodsedits]

Mr. World’s cameo in the bank cameras in American Gods episode 3 (Head Full of Snow)

[goodliine-blog]

futuresboy:

                        ❛          C’MON     DAD,        .  .  .     i   thought   we   were   past   all    the   weird    formalities   .       ❜           he   sighs,       eyes    close    at     unease.               the     halfling    came    with  alabaster   cheeks,     although  warm,      they    radiated    with    minor    fears,       but    the    boy   chose       (   not   to   admit   it    )      the   modern    Perseus     in    today’s   underworld.         in    spring’s    demise     his    peering    turned    on    him,       mere    limbs    laid   on    it’s    hips,       you    could    find     disappointment     in    his    disposition       .    

                 NO    HIDING        his      arms      at      emphasis      crossed     in        displeasure,        once   a    boy’s    jumpy    nature   now     turned     to   static   letdown      ❛        about    that   help   .    can   you   tell  me  what  the  hell  happened,    IT’S   THE   MIDDLE    of   the   spring    !       ❜         a    pause,      gaze   enlocked   with   the   olderly    god.     ❛      mom              Lorraine     thinks   you   did   this,   dad.     i   just   need   an   explanation     ❜

hands  raise  in  juxtaposition  of  the  other  god  and  his  irritated  stature almost  an  innocent  gesture.   '   i  haven't  done  a  thing,  my  boy.  i'm  afraid  we've  been   BETRAYED.   '   with  an  exhale  of  breath  the  god  began  to  move  to  pace  but  with  slow  deliberate  steps.  hands  placed  behind  back  he  barked  out  a  quick  laugh;  uneven  and  breathless. 

'   ah!   your  mother  blames  me  for   SPRING   receding,  i  see  i  see.  '   still  pacing,  like  a  caged  animal  eyes  beady  and  sharp  turn  back  towards  the  boy  offering  at  first  a  glacial  expression  before  it  began  to  melt.  wasn't  his  fault  now  was  it!  suppose  it  was  time  to  speak  of  the  impending    WAR.   '   elder  gods  are  all  in  a  tizzy  - saying  they  aren't  getting  enough  attention.  enough   PRAYER.   they're  gathering,  one  in  particular  is  COLLECTING   them  to  side  in  a  war  i  want  nor   CONDONE.   i've  tried  my  best  son,  i  truly  have.   '   looking  altogether  altruistic  as  he  paused  in  mid-step  staring  at  the  other.   '   my  hands  are  clean  in  this.   '   a  half  truth  more  mixed  with  a  filtered   LIE.

[goodliine-blog]

girlyearn:

                              ❛        HM        ❜        a   small   chuckle,         as   if   she   hasn’t    heard    that    before,         she   loves   compliments,      as    long    as   they   were   genuine,         she’d   knew   it    when   they    weren’t      .    red  heels   click    softly,      she   was   getting   quite   bored   ,   mischief   inflicted   she  set  on  one  arrow  in   her   hand     .      HER   ARROWS   ARE   POISON        tamed    ,    godly   tainted     ,      made   those   unbelievers   die   from   their   own   afflictions.

                              her   cat   irises   retract    as    fingers   find    in    touch,    come  to   focus      but    her    gaze    meets   his    in   devious   grin,    fingers   at   distraction   but    her   ears   always   listens        ,        smile   growing           ❛       well   i   don’t   know   about   you,    but  me,  personally,      i’d  be  less  bored      ❜

                           ONLY   WHEN   HE  TURNS  AWAY,    she  slightly   rolls  her  eyes   at  the  mention  of    either   of    them      .      she’s   quite   encaged   with   the   answer.       ❛          the   boy’s   a   slacker,      AND   SHE,     can’t   shut   up   about   popstars    and   talking   like   them.    if   only   it   were  you   and  me.    us.     but   dreams   don’t   come   true      ❜

ENCHANTRESS   in  heels.  enjoyable  to  watch  her  move,  no -   SAUNTER.   presence  that  commanded  an  entire  room.  an  audience.  how  chaotic  her  attitude,  how   LOVELY.   ah  did  he  cherish  his  little  goddess.  the  daydreamer  the  head  in  the  stars  personality.  turning  with  a  slightly  raised  brow  he  offered  a  chiding  glance.   '   now  now.  media  is  a  delight.  she's  so  much  more  than  what  costume  she  wears.  and  the  boy  is  impatient  which  is  born  from  youth  and  temper.  but  they're  powerful,  like  you.  we  all  have  much  in  common!  move  this  world  into  the  next  phase,  adapt  change  and   EVOLVE.   ' 

a fist raised and clenched as devious smile matched her own. 

'   something  is   HAPPENING   now  and  it  certainly  won't  be  boring,  darling.  you're  on  the  right  side,  the   WINNING   side.  all  we  need  do  is  sit  back  and watch  the  fun.  mister  wednesday  and  his  cronies  will  do  the  rest.  whether  they  live  or  die  is  of  no  concern  to  us  - either  way  we  win.   '

[goodliine-blog]

cherryvixcn:

brown  hues  followed  the  frightening  God  but  in  no  way  did  she  falter,  even  as  his  sheer  power  was  almost  too  much  to  bear.  he  spoke  of  mad  sweeney,  a  great  friend  of  hers  once  upon  a  time,  but  they  had  parted  ways,  no  longer  seeing  eye  to  eye  and  even  though  it  tore  her  up  inside  it  was  done.  cheryl  sighed,  arms  across  as  faux  nails  tapped  against  her  elbow.

❝ isn’t  it  obvious  mister  ?  there’s  a  thing  that  any  living  thing  needs  to  do  and  that  is  to  survive.  i  need  to  survive  and  technical  boy  has  done  that  for  me  in  this  new  world.   ❞  she  paused,  dark  eyes  fixated  on  the  God,  would  that  make  him  understand  why  she  chose  to  get  in  bed  with  the  NEW  gods  ?  ❝ haven’t  i  already  proved  it  ? ❞

'   see  that's  the  thing..   '   turning  profile  to  her  the  god  shook  his  head.   '  nothing..   NOTHING   is  obvious  in  our  line  of  work  is  it?  i  suppose  it's  the  hazard  of  the  job.   '   taking  a  step  closer,  the  god  advanced  just  a  foot  or  two  before  pausing  once  more. 

'   there  are  other  gods  we  have  offered  this   WONDERFUL   one  of  a  kind  deal  to  and  .. can  i  just  say?  we've  been  let  down  in  the  past.  i  mean  it's  bizarre  isn't  it?  this  smooth  talking  aged  lothario  saunters  in  and   DISRUPTS   what  we've  built   TOGETHER.   all  the  good  that  we've  done   VANISHED   like  wisps  of  smoke.  incredible  really!   '   a  sort  of crazed breathless chuckle as eyes focus solely on the woman // creature. 

 a  finger  raised,  wagging  briefly  before  speaking.   '   that's..  that's  the  thing  though   HOW   have  you  proven  your  loyalty?  i  mean  from  what  i've  witnessed  you  haven't  spoken  with  that  leprechaun  in  quite  some  time  but  do  you  know  where  his  loyalty  lies?  do  you  know  to  whom  he  follows?  perhaps  i  should  have  you  go  speak  with  him, eh?  convince  him  of  his  wrongdoing.   EXTEND   an  olive  branch.   '   arms  open  wide,  welcoming.  a  lie.  a  trap.   '   if  he  chooses  the  path  of   MISTER WEDNESDAY   well  then  i'll  step  in  and  take  care  of  the  situation.   '

[goodliine-blog]

tokenofambition:

It’s nice, not being due in at work for once, after all the shifts she’s helped cover due to sickness over the last couple of weeks. So, Ellie allows herself a few indulgences; a lie in and a lazy day with Netflix, an easy jog down to the store for some shopping - she’ll invite some friends over tomorrow for a party to make the most of the good weather - and an easy walk home as the early evening slowly makes its way to nightfall.

She can’t help but find it strange, as she turns onto her street, to see all the streetlights save one a short walk away turned off. It’s nothing she’s not seen before if there’s repair work or something going on, but there’s something in the air that makes her reach up to pull the band of her headphones back to hang around her neck so she can pay closer attention to what’s going on around her. It feels awfully like she’s wandered into the beginning of a horror movie where some poor unsuspecting Scream Queen gets dragged off into the night by the monster to set the rest of the story in motion.

Even the footsteps she hears as she reaches the circle of light from the lone streetlamp feel like some awful B-Movie, and she has to bite back a rather undignified squeak of surprise as she’s suddenly no longer alone, the man appearing out of the darkness making her stop dead in her tracks. Despite his well dressed appearance and polite greeting, there’s something about him that ignites her fight-or-flight instinct in the pit of her stomach, but at the same time, she can’t quite seem to bring herself to bolt a few doors further back to her home.

“Sorry…do I know you?”

there  was  sound,  shuffling  off  in  the  blackness  that  surrounded  the  pair.  sounds  not  quite  unlike  a  muffled  groan  here  and  there.   ’   oh  no  i  apologize  we  haven’t   FORMALLY   met.  my  name  is  mister  world.   ’   the  name  spoken  as  though  it  cleared  the  entire  situation  up.  still  in  the  gas-bright  light  from  the  streetlamp  the  god  straightened  up.  ’   lovely  night  isn’t it?   ’   though  eyes  never  left  the  young  man  a  hand  raised,  motioning  dismissively  towards  the  clear  sky,  the  moon  was  a  sliver  hanging  low,  offering  no  extra  light.  a  cut  scarring  the  heavens. 

 from  the  inky  blackness  a  random  arm  would  appear.  black  and  white,  clothes  from  the  suit  jacket  it  wore  shredded  bloody  fingertips  then  sunk  back  into  the  darkness.  a  leg  emerged  the  pants  the  creature  wore  shredded,  shoe  missing  and  the  sock  had  numerous  holes.  it  -like  the  arm  re-entered  the  dark  that  surrounded  them  both.  the  ghoulish  sounds  continued  but  no  other  was  seen.  the  deity  had  called  upon   THE CHILDREN   - now  transformed  into  zombies  from  night  of  the  living  dead  though  they  had  yet  to  be  fully  seen.  it  was  simply  a  precaution  so  the  young  woman  had  nowhere  to  run.

'   i'm  here  just  to  have  a  chat.   '   eyes  slide  towards  the  young  woman,  a  smile  that  promised  something   sinister // unbelievable   was  about  to  happen.    '   so ..   '   a  brief  pause.   '   how  are  you  my  dear?  how  are  you  feeling?  any  odd  dreams  of  late?   '   inquiring  minds  want  to  know.

[shahs1221]

Sketch Commissions are now OPEN!

7 slots remaining

- A4 size - Only ONE figure (+another figure would cost extra $5) - No fancy backgrounds (you get plain ‘ol blank bg) - No NSFW stuff - Provided references is much appreciated and can help with my process better (especially if I’m not familiar with the subject requested) - Human characters are much preferred (I’m terrible with creatures) - Paypal only (we can discuss transactions in chat)

So if you’re interested, chat with me about your request via messaging! :D

[goodliine-blog]

[anonbeliever-a-blog]

I BELIEVE that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you’re alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.                         

[goodliine-blog]

your good looks /somehow/ make up for your shit personality

'   your  audacity  astounds  me  at  times  my  boy.  and  i'll  have  you  know  i    EXCEL   at  having  a  personality.  why,  everyone  knows  i'm  a  people  person.  i  connect  with  each  and   EVERY SINGLE ONE.   '   a  closed  fist  smacks  against  tabletop.   '   i  love  them.  i  love  people.   '   eyes  widen  and  then  narrow  smile  widens.   '   and  they  love  me.   '

[goodliine-blog]

' there's no shame in crawling when one can't walk. '

'   wednesday  is  it?  that's  what  you're  going  by  now,  yes?  nice  choice  i  like  it  very   - UPDATED.   with  the  times.   '   a  look  that  could  be  nothing  else  but  sly  as  the  god  sauntered  about,  closing  in  towards  the  other.   '    what  a  challenge  you've  been,  so  stubborn.   '   wagging  a  finger  towards  him  that  woflish  smile  increased.   '   i'm  afraid  starting  off   SLOW   with  someone  like  you  might  not  be  in  my  best  interest.  you  seem  adverse  to  reasoning  when  i'm  literally  offering  you  the   WORLD,   mister  wednesday.  i'll  give  you  more  time  to  consider  my   GENEROUS   offer  of  course  but even  my  patience  has  a  limit  i'm  afraid.   '  closer  still  stood  the  god  of  unity  of  globalization  - fingers  steepled  together  then  clench.  '   after  that well i'm uncertain exactly what would happen between us, our budding  friendship  might  be  over  before  it  even  has  a  chance  to  bloom.   '

[wcrld]

“I get it. I do. You’re an individualist. Rugged individualism. It simply doesn’t work anymore. Brands? Sure. A useful heuristic. But ultimately everything is all systems interlaced, a single product manufactured by a single company for a single global market.”