Dead is the new Alive

I am Hel, godess of the dead and ruler over Helheim. I am Loki's daughter, called a monster, cruelly ripped away from everything I have ever known. I am Hel, and I have come to Midgard. This is an independent roleplay, but will rp with anyone from any fandom, ocs included. Just send me a message. FC: Taylor Momsen tracking tag helinherbones

[sigeel]

connected to that Thanatos post… here’s Hel.

I had a much more intense Vitiligo as an idea in mind with her. And this is as much you’ll get from me on norse mythology front, at least until I’m done with a million and 2 stories about Greek Mythology XD

[doubtful-deities]

Curiousity...

“Um… hello? Any… anyone listening?” The young man looks around the empty room. He is surrounded by chalk, various incense and other things the humans say you need to talk to the one he wished. He wasn’t sure if he has done any of it right.

The room looks like it would have been very beautiful if it had not been abandoned. Lots of lace, frills and elegant furniture 

He sits with his legs tucked under him, the tears at the knees of his black jeans pulled wide. Despite the warmth of the room fueled by the many burning candles he still wears a black denim jacket with a hoodie sewn in over a band shirt that he wouldn’t be able to name if you asked him to. The hoodie is up covering most of his messy black hair. All around the interior edges of the hood the shadows are deeper and darker than one could think possible.

He has olive skin, sharp facial features especially the nose and the iris of his eyes must be such a dark brown as they appear to be black in most light. The expression he wears is a very soft, vulnerable one til a voice speaks from within the darkness of the hood.

“Why would she listen to us? We are of no use to her, not known to her.”

A second different sounding voice responds from the darkness; “Because we call, assuming that the humans gave us the right information, assuming we didn’t screw up the actions…”

The young man’s lip curls, he growls. “I didn’t screw anything up, whether or not what we were told could work is another matter. But I didn’t screw up, it’s why we chose me to become the I right?” He looks at one shoulder, than the other and when no one argues the point relaxes once more. Though a point was made why would Hel answer the call of someone connected to a potential rival.  There’s nothing to do but try again and hope that she does respond before the kettle goes cold once more. 

On the dresser sits a kettle, two mismatched tea cups, a bag of sugar and a brown paper bag with…something inside. Hopefully it will be enough of a tribute should things come to fruition.

@hel-inherbones

[hel-inherbones]

Hel felt a tug, something deep within her. It was a kind of tug she had never felt before. It was a tug that felt like a child’s hand in her own, leading her someplace to show her something. Hel paused, mid sentence, tilting her head to one side, feeling that tug and wondering.

Once, a long time ago, her mother and father had warned her that she might be summoned. Or perhaps her mother had said that her presence would be requested. But she had been a young and carefree child then and had hardly listened with any degree of seriousness. It had seemed a silly and impossible notion then. And yet, here she was, something tugging at her, asking her to come along for a visit.

Hel looked at her subjects, moving to stand. “Forgive me,” she told their upturned faces. “I must leave you, but we shall return to this subject when I return.” She nodded and without a word more, she let the tug guide her through time and space, following roads she could not pass under normal circumstances.

She could feel herself start to materialize. It was a bit of a tingling feeling in her toes that started up her legs, through her torso into her arms and then her neck and head. In one blink she was standing in an unfamiliar room. She looked around her, taking as much of it in as she could. Her eyes swept across the boy who was not really a boy. Her eyes swept over the room and to the offering that was left. Tea was always a gift Hel was happy to receive.

“You know me well,” she commented lightly, moving toward the offering to see if the kettle was warm. There were two cups. “Shall I make you a cup?” she asked, turning to look at the being. They were not a boy, that much was clearly written on their soul. But perhaps one was easier than three. 

“Tell me, are you called by one name, or by three?” she asked, making the tea into two cups without waiting for an answer to her previous question. She would certainly drink both if the other was not wanted. “I should not wish to be impolite as you have left a kind offering.” She did not get offerings as much as she had once. It was certainly appreciated.

[doubtful-deities]

It worked, she is now here. London should be happy but he’s not; gazing upon her he can’t help but tremble and look away. He is afraid. This fear makes him ashamed of himself; maybe this was all too much too soon? Maybe he isn’t ready to face another death deity so quickly or maybe he won’t be able to face one ever again… But then she speaks and it is not what he’s expecting. It’s much softer, kinder than any tone Hades ever used. It is enough to start to calm him, but then he remembers who he has summoned and tenses back up again. “I’m glad you like the offering my lady, in the bag you will find lemon cookies. I’ve never had one but the owner of this home loved them while she was alive so I hope they will do. As for a cup; while I won’t lie that I am excited at the idea of trying tea for the first time as so many of my friends used to speak highly of it. The decision of whether I join you isn’t mine; it is obviously yours…” He hesitates for moments before answering her other question, anxiety causing him to unconsciously wiping his hands repeatedly on the thighs of his jeans. He actually whines, what may be surprising is that there are three distinct whining sounds that happen over top of each other all having their own unique tone. The boy swallows hard, squares his shoulders, ensuring his gaze remains squarely on the floor; “I have been known until recently as Cerberus; but now that I have fled from Hades’ control I have taken the name London.”

[hel-inherbones]

This boy was a creature of subservience. Hel looked at him thoughtfully. Perhaps he has not been allowed to have opinions of his own or the freedom to express them. He was afraid of her, and while that was not new, it made her feel for him. Many were afraid of her. She embodied death and death was always frightening to the living.

She finished making the tea bringing both cups and the bag of cookies with her and she settled on the floor across from the boy. She passed a cup over to him and placed the bad between them. “Tea is best drunk with company.” She sipped her own cup of tea. “Please, help yourself to the cookies. And if you like the tea there is always more to be made.”

He was uncomfortable. He had tried to hide his true identity and she could see through it. Though that was not his fault. His facade would fool most, just not Hel. As a reader of souls one’s true form was always something she could read. 3 separate whines could only mean 3 separate heads. What an interesting being.

Hel nodded, sipping her tea seriously. Something must have happened and while she was curious she would not push. “Very well London. Tell me why you have called me here. Perhaps I can help.”

[doubtful-deities]

London watches her sip her tea rather intently; then tries to do what she does before answering her question. The flavour of the tea has him scrunch his face and pull his face back from the cup a little.

“I know I am unworthy to speak to you.” He very purposefully, gently puts the cup down with one hand staring at it to ensure his focus. He raises his other hand over his head as high as he can and waves it about; “Hades reminded me many times that those like you and him are up here while I’m more here…”

He lowers the hand so its only about an inch above the floor before waving it again.

“But he said that all Underworlds are run like his, he has the best model, that no matter where I went, if I was allowed to go anywhere, which I wasn’t I would see that everyone was like his. And I just had to know if that was true.”

With the cup safely on the ground he’d reach into the bag and pull out a cookie but not take a bite; instead just stare at it hesitantly for a moment before leaning down to sniff the cookie seeming to be uncertain of what he smells. Then turns his attention back to Hel, looking admonished though nothing was said or done. “So if I may ask what is your SPH, your CPS; and how many strategies have you operationalized the implementation of in order to ensure what you consider peak holistic leveraging of asset deployment?”

[hel-inherbones]

A being such as this felt he was unworthy to speak to her. That made Hel quite sad truthfully. He was more than worthy to speak to another being. To have ideas and to share them freely with others. She wishes to fix this if she could.

She listened patiently as London finished speaking. There was a lot here to work her mind around. So much she needed to say and respond to, and yet she needed be gentle. She needed to handle this with care and with kindness. Except for the last bit. That sounded far too technical for her to understand. It sounded like death being run as a business.

"First, London, you have been lied to," she said softly. She wanted to reach her good hand out to him, to give him a sense of comfort. She wasn't sure it would be welcome however and she refrained. "You are certainly worthy to speak to me. You are a creature with dignity and are worthy." She sipped her tea and watched London for his reaction. She wondered if anyone had ever told him he was worthy.

"Second lie is that all death gods are the same. We are all different. We all rule differently." She paused a moment to sip her tea. "I honestly have no idea what any of those words are or what they mean." She put her tea cup down. "If you'd like, I could show you Helheim.

[doubtful-deities]

Curiousity...

“Um… hello? Any… anyone listening?” The young man looks around the empty room. He is surrounded by chalk, various incense and other things the humans say you need to talk to the one he wished. He wasn’t sure if he has done any of it right.

The room looks like it would have been very beautiful if it had not been abandoned. Lots of lace, frills and elegant furniture 

He sits with his legs tucked under him, the tears at the knees of his black jeans pulled wide. Despite the warmth of the room fueled by the many burning candles he still wears a black denim jacket with a hoodie sewn in over a band shirt that he wouldn’t be able to name if you asked him to. The hoodie is up covering most of his messy black hair. All around the interior edges of the hood the shadows are deeper and darker than one could think possible.

He has olive skin, sharp facial features especially the nose and the iris of his eyes must be such a dark brown as they appear to be black in most light. The expression he wears is a very soft, vulnerable one til a voice speaks from within the darkness of the hood.

“Why would she listen to us? We are of no use to her, not known to her.”

A second different sounding voice responds from the darkness; “Because we call, assuming that the humans gave us the right information, assuming we didn’t screw up the actions…”

The young man’s lip curls, he growls. “I didn’t screw anything up, whether or not what we were told could work is another matter. But I didn’t screw up, it’s why we chose me to become the I right?” He looks at one shoulder, than the other and when no one argues the point relaxes once more. Though a point was made why would Hel answer the call of someone connected to a potential rival.  There’s nothing to do but try again and hope that she does respond before the kettle goes cold once more. 

On the dresser sits a kettle, two mismatched tea cups, a bag of sugar and a brown paper bag with…something inside. Hopefully it will be enough of a tribute should things come to fruition.

@hel-inherbones

[hel-inherbones]

Hel felt a tug, something deep within her. It was a kind of tug she had never felt before. It was a tug that felt like a child’s hand in her own, leading her someplace to show her something. Hel paused, mid sentence, tilting her head to one side, feeling that tug and wondering.

Once, a long time ago, her mother and father had warned her that she might be summoned. Or perhaps her mother had said that her presence would be requested. But she had been a young and carefree child then and had hardly listened with any degree of seriousness. It had seemed a silly and impossible notion then. And yet, here she was, something tugging at her, asking her to come along for a visit.

Hel looked at her subjects, moving to stand. “Forgive me,” she told their upturned faces. “I must leave you, but we shall return to this subject when I return.” She nodded and without a word more, she let the tug guide her through time and space, following roads she could not pass under normal circumstances.

She could feel herself start to materialize. It was a bit of a tingling feeling in her toes that started up her legs, through her torso into her arms and then her neck and head. In one blink she was standing in an unfamiliar room. She looked around her, taking as much of it in as she could. Her eyes swept across the boy who was not really a boy. Her eyes swept over the room and to the offering that was left. Tea was always a gift Hel was happy to receive.

“You know me well,” she commented lightly, moving toward the offering to see if the kettle was warm. There were two cups. “Shall I make you a cup?” she asked, turning to look at the being. They were not a boy, that much was clearly written on their soul. But perhaps one was easier than three. 

“Tell me, are you called by one name, or by three?” she asked, making the tea into two cups without waiting for an answer to her previous question. She would certainly drink both if the other was not wanted. “I should not wish to be impolite as you have left a kind offering.” She did not get offerings as much as she had once. It was certainly appreciated.

[doubtful-deities]

It worked, she is now here. London should be happy but he’s not; gazing upon her he can’t help but tremble and look away. He is afraid. This fear makes him ashamed of himself; maybe this was all too much too soon? Maybe he isn’t ready to face another death deity so quickly or maybe he won’t be able to face one ever again… But then she speaks and it is not what he’s expecting. It’s much softer, kinder than any tone Hades ever used. It is enough to start to calm him, but then he remembers who he has summoned and tenses back up again. “I’m glad you like the offering my lady, in the bag you will find lemon cookies. I’ve never had one but the owner of this home loved them while she was alive so I hope they will do. As for a cup; while I won’t lie that I am excited at the idea of trying tea for the first time as so many of my friends used to speak highly of it. The decision of whether I join you isn’t mine; it is obviously yours…” He hesitates for moments before answering her other question, anxiety causing him to unconsciously wiping his hands repeatedly on the thighs of his jeans. He actually whines, what may be surprising is that there are three distinct whining sounds that happen over top of each other all having their own unique tone. The boy swallows hard, squares his shoulders, ensuring his gaze remains squarely on the floor; “I have been known until recently as Cerberus; but now that I have fled from Hades’ control I have taken the name London.”

[hel-inherbones]

This boy was a creature of subservience. Hel looked at him thoughtfully. Perhaps he has not been allowed to have opinions of his own or the freedom to express them. He was afraid of her, and while that was not new, it made her feel for him. Many were afraid of her. She embodied death and death was always frightening to the living.

She finished making the tea bringing both cups and the bag of cookies with her and she settled on the floor across from the boy. She passed a cup over to him and placed the bad between them. "Tea is best drunk with company." She sipped her own cup of tea. "Please, help yourself to the cookies. And if you like the tea there is always more to be made."

He was uncomfortable. He had tried to hide his true identity and she could see through it. Though that was not his fault. His facade would fool most, just not Hel. As a reader of souls one's true form was always something she could read. 3 separate whines could only mean 3 separate heads. What an interesting being.

Hel nodded, sipping her tea seriously. Something must have happened and while she was curious she would not push. "Very well London. Tell me why you have called me here. Perhaps I can help."

[doubtful-deities]

Curiousity...

“Um… hello? Any… anyone listening?” The young man looks around the empty room. He is surrounded by chalk, various incense and other things the humans say you need to talk to the one he wished. He wasn’t sure if he has done any of it right.

The room looks like it would have been very beautiful if it had not been abandoned. Lots of lace, frills and elegant furniture 

He sits with his legs tucked under him, the tears at the knees of his black jeans pulled wide. Despite the warmth of the room fueled by the many burning candles he still wears a black denim jacket with a hoodie sewn in over a band shirt that he wouldn’t be able to name if you asked him to. The hoodie is up covering most of his messy black hair. All around the interior edges of the hood the shadows are deeper and darker than one could think possible.

He has olive skin, sharp facial features especially the nose and the iris of his eyes must be such a dark brown as they appear to be black in most light. The expression he wears is a very soft, vulnerable one til a voice speaks from within the darkness of the hood.

“Why would she listen to us? We are of no use to her, not known to her.”

A second different sounding voice responds from the darkness; “Because we call, assuming that the humans gave us the right information, assuming we didn’t screw up the actions…”

The young man’s lip curls, he growls. “I didn’t screw anything up, whether or not what we were told could work is another matter. But I didn’t screw up, it’s why we chose me to become the I right?” He looks at one shoulder, than the other and when no one argues the point relaxes once more. Though a point was made why would Hel answer the call of someone connected to a potential rival.  There’s nothing to do but try again and hope that she does respond before the kettle goes cold once more. 

On the dresser sits a kettle, two mismatched tea cups, a bag of sugar and a brown paper bag with…something inside. Hopefully it will be enough of a tribute should things come to fruition.

@hel-inherbones

[hel-inherbones]

Hel felt a tug, something deep within her. It was a kind of tug she had never felt before. It was a tug that felt like a child’s hand in her own, leading her someplace to show her something. Hel paused, mid sentence, tilting her head to one side, feeling that tug and wondering.

Once, a long time ago, her mother and father had warned her that she might be summoned. Or perhaps her mother had said that her presence would be requested. But she had been a young and carefree child then and had hardly listened with any degree of seriousness. It had seemed a silly and impossible notion then. And yet, here she was, something tugging at her, asking her to come along for a visit.

Hel looked at her subjects, moving to stand. “Forgive me,” she told their upturned faces. “I must leave you, but we shall return to this subject when I return.” She nodded and without a word more, she let the tug guide her through time and space, following roads she could not pass under normal circumstances.

She could feel herself start to materialize. It was a bit of a tingling feeling in her toes that started up her legs, through her torso into her arms and then her neck and head. In one blink she was standing in an unfamiliar room. She looked around her, taking as much of it in as she could. Her eyes swept across the boy who was not really a boy. Her eyes swept over the room and to the offering that was left. Tea was always a gift Hel was happy to receive.

“You know me well,” she commented lightly, moving toward the offering to see if the kettle was warm. There were two cups. “Shall I make you a cup?” she asked, turning to look at the being. They were not a boy, that much was clearly written on their soul. But perhaps one was easier than three. 

“Tell me, are you called by one name, or by three?” she asked, making the tea into two cups without waiting for an answer to her previous question. She would certainly drink both if the other was not wanted. “I should not wish to be impolite as you have left a kind offering.” She did not get offerings as much as she had once. It was certainly appreciated.

[hel-inherbones]

shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.

Hel had awoken screaming and even now she was trembling. Her breath was labored. Everything was awful. She felt the trail of hot tears fall from her left side, the good side. The only eye that could produce tears. She hadn’t even bothered with her glamour. Her hair fell down in back in dark waves, her skin its natural olive color instead of pink. And her right half, her rotting half, fully on display. “It was terrible, Aunt,” she said softly. Anything louder than a whisper might make the dream real. She didn’t want that to be real. 

She didn’t want to be here with her Aunt, either, but in her panic and fear it was the only place she could go. Her Aunt was the only person she could trust in Asgard, even though she had tried to be cold with her and distant. It was Odin she ought to fear and her dreams reminded her of such. “Oh, Aunt, it was terrible.”

@starxlark

[memesrusrpr]

misc sentences

“ who do you think you are? “

“ wait , did you just say you love me? “

“ please just … leave me alone. “

“ i’m so happy! “

“ is this a gift for me? “

“ hey! i’ve got something for you! wait right here! “

“ i love you. “

“ shut up! shut the fuck up! “

“ who told you that?! i didn’t say that! “

“ w — what? “

“ … i’m sorry. “

“ what? ME have a crush on YOU? whaaaaaat?! haha! what? pfft … shut up! “

“ bitch , guess what? “

“ oh my god … “

“ fuck you to fucking hell! “

“ man … go to hell. “

“ what did you just send me? “

“ what did you just say? “

“ they’re totally checking you out right now. “

“ jealous?! i’m not jealous! “

“ are you jealous? “

“ wow … you’re hot when you’re angry. “

“ wow … your smile is breathtaking. “

“ you’re so stupid. “

“ okay! that’s it! put your dukes up! “

“ you don’t want me. “

“ question , you’re not dating anyone , are you? “

“ let me take you out on a date. “

“ i swear to god i’m going to scream at the top of my lungs. “

“ no! don’t tickle me! “

“ i’m not good for you , trust me. “

“ no offense but i’m out of your league. “

“ so , how does it feel to know me? a blessing , isn’t it? “

“ … why does this card say ‘ happy 3rd birthday ‘? “

“ so what will it be tonight? “

“ please , let me listen to celine dion in the dark in peace. “

“ i don’t love you. “

“ you don’t love me. “

“ … is there something you want? “

“ you know , you’re really cute. “

“ god , just let me fucking love you , you idiot! “

“ shh … don’t cry. “

“ i just feel like everything is falling apart. “

“ DON’T YOU DARE! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE! “

“ hello darkness my old friend … “

“ so … do i get a goodnight kiss? “

“  i wish i knew how to talk about it.  ”  

“  you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together.  ” 

“  i don’t want to be alone anymore.  ”  

“  i wish i could hate you. ” 

“  take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while. ”

“  i need you to trust me.  ”  

“ i missed/miss you. ”  

“  she/he won’t listen to me. ”

“  let me do this for you. please.  ” 

“  is there anything else you want to say to me?  ”

“  tell me something happy. ” 

“  promise me.  ”

“  i just want/wanted to help.  ”  

“  let me explain.  ”

“ i didn’t/don’t need you to understand, i just wanted/want you to support me. ”  

“ i’m on your side. ”

“ i’ve got your back, okay? ”

“  please, tell me you have a plan. ”

“  stay with me tonight. ”

“  don’t go. please.  ” 

“  i’ve been alone for so long i’m afraid i don’t know what it’s like not to be. ” 

“ talk to me.  ”  

“ i did what i had to do.  ”

“  we can’t keep going on like this. ”

“ i’m just tired.  ”

“ i’m scared.  ”

“ it’s okay to be afraid. fear can be good. use it.  ”

“ it’s better to expect disappointment. ”

“ hope is dangerous.  ”

“  i like seeing you smile. ”  

“ you look beautiful.  ”  

“ be patient with her/him. they’re trying. ”  

“ i’m trying my best and it’s not good enough. it’s never good enough. ”

“  i’m starting to think i’m just fucked up.  ”  

“  have a drink with me.  ”

“ she/he is better off without me. but i guess that’s their choice. ”

“  you can’t dictate what’s best for someone else. ”

“ can i help you?  ” “ i thought you’d like this. ”

“  do you wanna get out of here?  ”

“  walk with me?  ”

“  well, shit.  ”

“ change isn’t easy.  ”

“  i just wanted to say i’m sorry.  ”

“  i guess being angry was/is just easier than being sad.  ” 

“  what did you want to tell me? ”

“ it was supposed to be simple.  ”

“  you’ve got blood on your shirt. ”

“  you can stay with me.  ”

“ what did you want to show me?  ”

“ i miss ____ more than i thought i would.  ”

“  i don’t like to talk about it, but i wanted you to know.  ”

“ shut up. please. ”

“ fuck off.  ”

“ hush, i’m trying to kiss you.  ”

“  you’re lucky you’re cute. ”

“ i fucked up. ”

“  i just want to take it all back.  ”

“  i can’t sleep.  ”

 “ can’t sleep?  ”

“  we should get a pet. ”

“  if you have something to say, spit it out. ”

“ i’m allowed to be angry.  ”

“  she/he aint even that cute.  ”

“ just hold me. ”

“  do you want me to go?  ”  

“  i just need time.  ”

“  i already made my decision, you’re not going to change that.  ”  

“  nothing you can say will surprise me. ”

“  everyone leaves, eventually. either they move on or they die. they leave and i’m left behind.  ”

“ death is a part of life. i accepted that a long time ago. ”

“  i don’t fear death. i fear anonymity. ”

“  listen to me, please.  ”

“  i’m not even sure what to say to that. ”

“  that should probably shock me, but honestly it doesn’t.  ”

“ am i supposed to care?  ”

“  i do care. ”  

“  you make me happy. ”

“ you look beautiful like this.  ”  

“  if this is your idea of fun, i don’t know what to say to you.  ”

“ it terrifies me. ” 

“ just let me show you how i feel.  ”

[rothelp]

miscellaneous angst starters.

when were you going to tell me?

you can’t keep doing this to yourself.

that’s…a lot of blood.

can you walk?

please don’t lie to me.

you were supposed to leave.

i’m not going anywhere without you.

shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.

there was nothing more you could have done.

it wasn’t your fault.

this is all my fault.

you aren’t acting like yourself.

i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.

you’re hurting me.

don’t ever do that again.

go to hell.

please don’t cry.

you have to stay awake.

i wish i could take the pain away.

you could have died.

hey – stay with me.

it’ll be over soon.

did you ever love me?

i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.

things won’t always hurt this bad.

you passed out.

how much have you had?

i’m okay. it’s all fine.

it’s not okay! you’re not fine!

let me get you something for the pain.

it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

it’s clearly not nothing.

have you been to the doctor?

i didn’t mean the things i said.

i thought we meant something.

people who are okay don’t act like this.

you don’t have to go through this by yourself.

i don’t want you to be alone.

please don’t regret me.

i heard you crying.

you need to get some rest.

when was the last time you ate something?

i’m worried about you.

did you have another nightmare?

[name], there’s nobody there.

i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.

please talk to me.

why are you mad at me?

alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.

don’t leave me.

did you do this to yourself?

it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.

tell me what’s wrong.

tell me how to make it better.

why don’t you care?

get the hell away from me.

please don’t do this.

i can’t believe that you lied to me.

just…stay for the night.

you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.

you can’t die. i won’t let you.

just hang on, okay?

hold my hand if you need to.

i’m sorry.

why do you have a gun?

don’t panic.

just breathe.

you’re bleeding.

i’m trying to stop the bleeding.

you’ve been crying, i can tell.

you should have told me sooner.

i wanted to tell you in person.

a phone call would’ve been nice.

i hate you.

i love you.

[lokiquotesimagined]

Someone: You actually were telling the truth.

Loki: I do that quite a lot. Yet, people are always surprised.

[magicmastered]

This is actually very true. Loki frequently tells inconvenient truths, which are branded lies because those truths are too difficult for many people to deal with, hence his reputation as a liar.

[the-explosive-existence-deactiv]

Bear in mind these are the friends I talked to/chatted with recently among the ones I know NOT who I love the most you rascals!! >‘3 what fun~ But, ooooooh FINALLY FINISHED! Lovely OC challenge for my babies!!!<3<3<3<3<3 @chocolatefrizz89​ @singinghands @onsilentwings @dont-call-me-a-faerie @thoughtful-raven @theoasiswinds @kodaris-art

[murder-me-with-ink]

KOKABIELLLL LOOK AT HER!!! SHE LOOKS SO DAMN CUTE IN YOUR STYLE!! MY HEART! SO TEEN AND SWEET!!! ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ Thank youuuuu

[thoughtfulraven]

❤❤❤❤❤

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Gods and Deities Sentence Starters

“And what are you the god of? Bad tastes?”

“You’re not my god.” 

“It’s been a long time since anyone invoked my name.” 

“I’m a god, not a genie. I do not ‘grant’ wishes.” 

“You haven’t an inkling of an idea of what you’ve just done, haven’t you?” 

“And what is a mere mortal to a god?” 

“A god is only as powerful as their believers.”

“When’s the last time anyone prayed to you?” 

“Don’t be stupid. Gods don’t exist.” 

“Your petty discourse is highly amusing.” 

“What a cute little shrine! I wonder who’s it to?” 

“Your title may have “Evil” in it but you just look sad.” 

“No one’s ever built me a shrine before…” 

“You mustn’t be a very good god then.” 

“Your mortal woes are beneath me.” 

“You dare speak to me in such a tone?” 

“Be careful of what you wish for.” 

“You don’t know the meaning of “God-King”. 

“You know not of who you speak to, do you?” 

“You don’t look very… godly… to me.” 

“’A god’? Don’t be so full of yourself.” 

“What are you the god of?” 

“Does it get lonely?” 

“Oh god, please don’t hurt me!” 

“Your god has no sway here.”

“And what brings you into my domain, little one?” 

“I think I just woke something up. Something powerful.” 

“Um… hello? Any… anyone listening?” 

“This is stupid. Of course no god will listen to me.” 

“You probably look nothing like your statue.” 

“I hope this shrine is worthy enough for you…” 

“I’m here as a sacrifice, as promised by my people.” 

✨+ add your own!

[onsilentwings]

GoFundMe Divorce Help

Some of you know Roki, the mun behind @thoughtful-raven. She has finally left a bad relationship situation which i will not go into detail, but she’s been left with a lot of fees from the divorce she could use some help with if you can! She’s not out of the woods yet. She’d like to start fresh as well and is working really god damn hard to do so, but she could use some help and she’s willing to do lil’ sketches for people for donations! Here’s the link to her GoFundMe if you’d like to donate and/or read more on her situation and what the fees are covering. It would mean a lot. https://www.gofundme.com/f/untying-the-knot

[black-raven200]

Tea and Village Plant Witch Aesthetic requested by anon

[wanderthewood]

by Giovanna-la cuoca eclettica

[yesterdaysprint]

The Buffalo Times, New York, August 2, 1899

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Send “🍼” to leave a baby or a young child on my muse’s doorstep for them to find

[wnq-writers]

“Hero and villain. I have been both.”

— rustofstardust 

[perpulchra]