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@insanity-queen-hysterium
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Reblog this if your muse literally thinks they're the best. Ever. Just "I'm the best. Ever."
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@silvergoddess666 - I’m feelin’ some Hysterium vibes <3
@insanity-queen-hysterium
Reblog this if your muse literally thinks they're the best. Ever. Just "I'm the best. Ever."
@insanity-queen-hysterium
Considering that eating or destroying Jeremiah's heart was, at this point, the only way to kill him, considering his current position as King of Hell, the fact that he was simply holding it in his hand was... a bit odd. And perhaps a bit stupid, considering he was now handing the thing over to Hysterium. "This-This may get me killed," he stuttered in a rather quiet voice, "But this - it belongs to you now. I want it to be yours..."
The short woman looked down at the object in Jeremiah’s hand. “Is…Is this your heart?” She cupped her hands for him to place it, and raised a curious eyebrow at him. “You know how I am. Why trust me with such a thing?”
@dark-cr0w
Jeremiah nodded at her question, if only a touch, before gently setting the ink-black thing in her hands. It did not bleed, mostly because of Jeremiah’s being undead, but it still did look slick with some type of black liquid that neither smelled nor, obviously, looked like blood, but… that had to be what it was, right?
“I-I guess it’s-
“Well, it’s… honestly been yours for a while now, even if-if not in such a literal sense.”
The demon eyes his heart for not a moment longer before his eyes met Hysterium’s, and soon he cupped his hands around the heart, over-top Hysterium’s to cover the thing completely. After a moment, he closed one hand and pulled his hands back, revealing empty space, though soon his closed hand came near Hysterium’s chest.
Then he gave a gentle tug, a black necklace forming around her neck, with a miniature heart as its main accessory. “It is yours, forever, to keep.
“If you’ll have me.”
It, he did just say it, right?
He said it, right?
Fuck…
(( @insanity-queen-hysterium ))
One hand came up to lightly run her finger along the black chain. It felt cold against her declotegé, impossibly heavy for such a small charm but she had a feeling it had little to do with the charm itself. “I can’t say I have such a thing to offer in return.” She admitted softly, sliding up a sleeve to reveal a small armband around her bicep, iron in swirls of filigree. Cupping her hand, the metal almost seemed to liquify, forming into what looked like a cuff bracelet with the shape of a heart raising up into the center. “But I can offer something I have never wanted to offer before.” She held the bracelet out to Jeremiah. “That is, if you’ll have me as well.” @ask-featherhowl
Jeremiah eyed the item before a touch of a smile tugged at one corner of his lips; He made no attempt to stop the expression from appearing on his face, instead taking the small item from Hysterium with an appreciative nod. In all honesty, his eyes showed more appreciation for the bracelet than his actions or words did, though what they showed was beyond words.
After adoring the gift, Jeremiah found his forehead resting against Hysterium’s, his hands coming down to find hers. “I had thought the answer to that question was obvious already,” he mused.
“I apologize for being so dull about it,” he gave with a soft chuckle before taking Hysterium’s chin gently in his grasp and kissing her. “I do quite love you my dear, whether reciprocated or not, you shall always have my heart.”
“Always.”
(( @insanity-queen-hysterium ))
Hysterium let her eyes slide closed and leaned up on in her toes to meet the man's lips, quietly amused at how much he still had to stoop to reach her. "Then I will be yours." She murmured against his mouth. "I ask one one thing of you." She leaned her head away and let her back arch, slipping a hand around his neck. "Teach me how to love. I want to love you as you should be, as you love me." @ask-featherhowl
Considering that eating or destroying Jeremiah's heart was, at this point, the only way to kill him, considering his current position as King of Hell, the fact that he was simply holding it in his hand was... a bit odd. And perhaps a bit stupid, considering he was now handing the thing over to Hysterium. "This-This may get me killed," he stuttered in a rather quiet voice, "But this - it belongs to you now. I want it to be yours..."
The short woman looked down at the object in Jeremiah’s hand. “Is…Is this your heart?” She cupped her hands for him to place it, and raised a curious eyebrow at him. “You know how I am. Why trust me with such a thing?”
@dark-cr0w
Jeremiah nodded at her question, if only a touch, before gently setting the ink-black thing in her hands. It did not bleed, mostly because of Jeremiah’s being undead, but it still did look slick with some type of black liquid that neither smelled nor, obviously, looked like blood, but… that had to be what it was, right?
“I-I guess it’s-
“Well, it’s… honestly been yours for a while now, even if-if not in such a literal sense.”
The demon eyes his heart for not a moment longer before his eyes met Hysterium’s, and soon he cupped his hands around the heart, over-top Hysterium’s to cover the thing completely. After a moment, he closed one hand and pulled his hands back, revealing empty space, though soon his closed hand came near Hysterium’s chest.
Then he gave a gentle tug, a black necklace forming around her neck, with a miniature heart as its main accessory. “It is yours, forever, to keep.
“If you’ll have me.”
It, he did just say it, right?
He said it, right?
Fuck…
(( @insanity-queen-hysterium ))
One hand came up to lightly run her finger along the black chain. It felt cold against her declotegé, impossibly heavy for such a small charm but she had a feeling it had little to do with the charm itself. "I can't say I have such a thing to offer in return." She admitted softly, sliding up a sleeve to reveal a small armband around her bicep, iron in swirls of filigree. Cupping her hand, the metal almost seemed to liquify, forming into what looked like a cuff bracelet with the shape of a heart raising up into the center. "But I can offer something I have never wanted to offer before." She held the bracelet out to Jeremiah. "That is, if you'll have me as well." @ask-featherhowl
So... if JerrBear either offered Hysterium to be his queen in hell or if he became a god, would she appreciate either (and one more than the other?); What kinda fun stuff would she want him to do / w/e if he were a god?
Tbh she'd love it. She already thinks she is a queen anyways, so she'd love the attention for it. More than likely all she'd really want is a throne of her own and to be seen/treated as an equal. She isn't particularly greedy and is only hungry for power to the extent to be able to take down her opponents, she has no interest in being all powerful. She would want to be treated like a true queen. @dark-cr0w
Considering that eating or destroying Jeremiah's heart was, at this point, the only way to kill him, considering his current position as King of Hell, the fact that he was simply holding it in his hand was... a bit odd. And perhaps a bit stupid, considering he was now handing the thing over to Hysterium. "This-This may get me killed," he stuttered in a rather quiet voice, "But this - it belongs to you now. I want it to be yours..."
The short woman looked down at the object in Jeremiah's hand. "Is...Is this your heart?" She cupped her hands for him to place it, and raised a curious eyebrow at him. "You know how I am. Why trust me with such a thing?"@dark-cr0w
No one asked for it but I am going to attempt to make a Jerr / Hysterium board BECAUSE I LOVE
Reblog if you RP NSFW
I’m curious, and remember that doesn’t just mean smut. It also means gore, violence, abuse and stuff around those lines
going thru an old thread and suddenly remembering how hard I ship Jerr and Hysterium
*clutches chest and gasps*
What would Hysterium look like gender-bent??
Probs something like this.
Backstory Ask Meme
1. How did you first come up with your muse’s backstory, if you did at all?
2. If your muse is from a particular show/movie/comic/etc. , how did you first react when you first found out about your muse’s backstory?
3. Is your muse’s backstory relatable to you?
4. Would you rewrite your muse’s backstory? If so, how?
5. What song reminds you of your muse’s backstory?
6. Does anything fit your muse’s backstory aesthetically?
7. What part of your muse’s backstory makes you smile?
8. What part of your muse’s backstory makes you cry?
9. What part of your muse’s backstory makes you aggravated?
10. In what ways has your muse’s backstory shaped them as a person?
"You love me - real or not real?" - JerrBear
He smirk dropped off Hysterium’s face. “Not real, I suppose. I can’t. After I became like this, I am not capable of such hints anymore. By you do have he closest thing I am capable of to it, if that counts for anything.”
((Okay, so I’m a liar, I have 5 minutes before I go in and I’ve had this planned since last night))
insanity-queen-hysterium:
ask-featherhowl:
Jeremiah couldn’t help the little smirk that ‘my king’ brought to his lips. “Oh, now you’re spoiling me Hysy… don’t tease a man, please?” The tone in that last word was a bit more begging than it naturally should’ve been - he was playing it up.
Before Hysterium could ask her next question, Jeremiah brought one hand to her’s, the other came to hold softly at Hysterium’s hip.
“Oh, and haven’t I up until now? What reason would I have to give you up now my love?” He nuzzles at Hysterium gently, apparently a bit more comfortable in the situation now, even if only slightly.
Hysterium smiled, something she rarely if ever did before coming across this man. Standing on her toes amd tugging Jerry down so she could reach, she leaned her forehead against his. “Then I do believe this is a fine place to start.”
“Oh, what is that I see… Is that… a ~smile~, my dear?” The human snickered a small bit, though tensed a small bit as he was tugged down closer to Hysterium’s level.
There was that signature, cocky-ass grin of his.
He gave a small purr-like growl from within his throat, “Hm… how you feel about a dinner date, my queen?” He murmured to her, adding specific emphasis to the title - considering he had never offered her a spot next to him in hell, it could be assumed this was simply a playful quip.
Hysterium responded with a soft purr of her own, sounding a bit too much like a jaguar for her own good. “I don’t think I’d mind it one bit.” She replied.
She then, hesitantly, let her fingers slide through Jeremiah’s. The gesture didn’t mean much to her then, but she didn’t dislike the feeling, either.
“Tell me, my King, what do you have in mind?”
Jeremiah’s gaze drifted down to their hands, his hold tightening a bit on Hysterium’s - if he were alive, it might’ve been a warm, inviting feeling. Despite his cold body, it was still a nice gesture… for his own sake anyway, if not Hysterium.
He then looked back up to his lover, “Hm… some wine, a few hears, maybe a brain or two… get each other covered in blood and have a little fun?” He murmured, licking his lips for only a split moment, almost as if subconsciously.
((Aw, hell, the notification got lost))
"I think it sounds like a perfect evening for civilized folk such as ourselves."
((Shit reply after so long too))
"You love me - real or not real?" - JerrBear
He smirk dropped off Hysterium’s face. “Not real, I suppose. I can’t. After I became like this, I am not capable of such hints anymore. By you do have he closest thing I am capable of to it, if that counts for anything.”
((Okay, so I’m a liar, I have 5 minutes before I go in and I’ve had this planned since last night))
insanity-queen-hysterium:
ask-featherhowl:
Jeremiah couldn’t help the little smirk that ‘my king’ brought to his lips. “Oh, now you’re spoiling me Hysy… don’t tease a man, please?” The tone in that last word was a bit more begging than it naturally should’ve been - he was playing it up.
Before Hysterium could ask her next question, Jeremiah brought one hand to her’s, the other came to hold softly at Hysterium’s hip.
“Oh, and haven’t I up until now? What reason would I have to give you up now my love?” He nuzzles at Hysterium gently, apparently a bit more comfortable in the situation now, even if only slightly.
Hysterium smiled, something she rarely if ever did before coming across this man. Standing on her toes amd tugging Jerry down so she could reach, she leaned her forehead against his. “Then I do believe this is a fine place to start.”
“Oh, what is that I see… Is that… a ~smile~, my dear?” The human snickered a small bit, though tensed a small bit as he was tugged down closer to Hysterium’s level.
There was that signature, cocky-ass grin of his.
He gave a small purr-like growl from within his throat, “Hm… how you feel about a dinner date, my queen?” He murmured to her, adding specific emphasis to the title - considering he had never offered her a spot next to him in hell, it could be assumed this was simply a playful quip.
Hysterium responded with a soft purr of her own, sounding a bit too much like a jaguar for her own good. "I don't think I'd mind it one bit." She replied.
She then, hesitantly, let her fingers slide through Jeremiah's. The gesture didn't mean much to her then, but she didn't dislike the feeling, either.
"Tell me, my King, what do you have in mind?"
"You love me - real or not real?" - JerrBear
He smirk dropped off Hysterium’s face. “Not real, I suppose. I can’t. After I became like this, I am not capable of such hints anymore. By you do have he closest thing I am capable of to it, if that counts for anything.”
((Okay, so I’m a liar, I have 5 minutes before I go in and I’ve had this planned since last night))
insanity-queen-hysterium:
ask-featherhowl:
His hand came back to meet hers at her cheek - the human leaned forward and nuzzled into Hysterium’s neck, more of a romantic gesture than a sexual one, which (knowing Jeremiah) was somewhat surprising honestly. Indeed, the entire current conversation must have been quite odd, all things considered.
He seemed, surprisingly for Jeremiah, at a loss for words to express himself. He simply stayed nuzzled into Hysterium for several moments, hand gently holding hers, before he pulled himself from her and stood before her. Whether his smile was genuine or fake was questionable - he was always a good actor after all.
“I’ll take that, I suppose,” he joked. Again, his tone was a bit… flat.
Hysterium was surprised at Jeremiah’s response, or lack thereof. He sarcasm that generally painted everything was gone, which was honestly unusual for her.
“You are a remarkable being, Jeremiah.” She murmured, leaning her head against his. “Perhaps you can even teach me how to feel again.”
She never asked to be like this, but had never considered trying to go back until now. Her lack of feeling had become an irrevocable part of her, and though she couldn’t say she loved him, she did care deeply for the man before her. She had discovered a soft side of herself she didn’t even know she could have because of him. Why stop there?
One hand slid up his arm until it rested on his shoulder. “You have an impeccable talent for do it impossible things. Might you be up to the challenge.
A small noise that could almost be considered a breathy laugh of sorts escaped from Jeremiah’s throat at Hysterium’s first comment. “Usually when I get that type of comment, it’s a negative - I’ll make an attempt not to assume the worst, if for no other reason than my own pride,” he finally quipped in a semi-joking tone.
Jerr’s visage finally seemed to soften a touch, a corner of his lips turning up, even if only slightly, in a smirk that might go unnoticed by even Hysterium - certainly no mortal would have been able to catch it, really.
“Am I really supposed to say no to that?” He gave in a semi-playful tone. He almost moved to show some sort of physical affection, but kept himself from doing so - he was already pretty far down the rabbit hole with this conversation… he’d rather not fuck it up by pushing too far.
“I am nothing if not extremely stubborn… who’s to say we can’t figure this out?”
He paused and added, “Or… I, anyway,” in a slight correction to his own statement.
“I think this would be hard without a ‘we’, don’t you?” She asked with a soft laugh. “I am more than my fair share of stubborn, something you should know well. I’m not going anywhere.” She mirrored the small smirk she thought she saw, though was not fully sure. “I’m not nearly that easy to get rid of, Your Highness.”
Jeremiah finally let himself smile a touch, eyeing Hysterium for a few moments before shaking his head and snickering some. There was that signature Jeremiah look, that cocky asshole grin of his.
“Highness huh? I could get used to you calling me that,” he gave with a wide grin, leaning forward slightly, “Kinky.”
It took a few moments before he finally relaxed a touch, his grin lessening back into that little smile as he almost anxiously moved forward to nuzzle at Hysterium affectionately. “You better not…
“I’d miss you too much,” he gave in a low tone, just above a whisper. In all honesty, he was hoping that his voice wasn’t as shaky as he felt like it was with that comment… Part of him thought Hysterium would never let him live that down.
“I assure you, I have no intention of going anywhere. I must say I like he idea of you being mine. My King.”
She’d never let him live down the ever so slight shake to his voice, but she knew that this was not the time to bring attention to it.
Her next question was one that honestly itched at her frequently. Whether she liked it or not, she was broken, and didn’t have the slightest clue how it was to be fixed. She wouldn’t be surprised if his answer was no, she was rather high maitaince.
“But then, would you let someone as broken as me be yours?”
Jeremiah couldn’t help the little smirk that ‘my king’ brought to his lips. “Oh, now you’re spoiling me Hysy… don’t tease a man, please?” The tone in that last word was a bit more begging than it naturally should’ve been - he was playing it up.
Before Hysterium could ask her next question, Jeremiah brought one hand to her’s, the other came to hold softly at Hysterium’s hip.
“Oh, and haven’t I up until now? What reason would I have to give you up now my love?” He nuzzles at Hysterium gently, apparently a bit more comfortable in the situation now, even if only slightly.
Hysterium smiled, something she rarely if ever did before coming across this man. Standing on her toes amd tugging Jerry down so she could reach, she leaned her forehead against his. "Then I do believe this is a fine place to start."