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WHAT THE HELL IS A WEREWOLF ANYWAYS ??
norse based multimuse oc blog .
& you’ve never loved a day in your life
( hide hide hide )
–ind private & selective multimuse oc blog
atorobo:
Then roll ‘em! Why else did god make cliffs? Call me whatever you’d like, but husk implies that there was something there in the first place. I’m eleven-oh-seven at night. Shove your pity in someone else’s gaping maw–I’m not hungry. Fake devious power mongering street lurker and you’re paying me in the pity you should serve yourself! How thoughtful!
Remember those cliffs I mentioned? They’re bridges to sleep town. I’ve got a gun if you want to take the Japanese bullet train. No worries. No anesthesia; just a quick quid-pro quo cure.
“ You misheard me. I said I would if I could-- but I can’t. It’s impossible to give anything to something such as yourself. You think you have bullets in your teeth but I have ten in my hand-- see? Maybe your leg-- blasts your hands right off; watch you fall-- no hand joe; haha!
Ahh, threats are a bore at some point. How about we waltz? “
reapcr:
no, no! now he has no place to hide! DASHING from the kitten enthusiast to the edge of the pavement, he finds himself backed against an old stone wall. ❝if it tries to eat me, i can’t guarantee its safety.❞
“ ---??? “
The cat is held to his chest, stroking her fur and listening to the small motor in her throat. What a sweet feline-- or she might just be hungry. He watches the other cower, sea foam hues wide and curious.
“ Cats don’t eat people, they like fish and catnip. ...Are you a fish----?? “
colbiisms:
Being half asleep and walking around in the twilight hours was a bad idea for the dragon, as he now has bumped into a pole and hurt himself. Kneeling in pain, Colbie whimpers quite loudly, rocking himself. It hurt so bad!
★: “Ow.. ow ow ow..”
“ A--are you-- are you-- um-- “
Her voice is carried on the breeze; so soft and unsure it would give any a hard time to hear. It didn’t help that she was far more than a couple steps away from him, looking to the ground. One couldn’t be too sure that she was talking to them.
“ Are y--you alright---? “
give back my CHILDHOOD I have never had.
ikigi:
MEAN & WILD
we were never TAME with one another
Family isn’t blood. It’s the people who love you. The people who have your back.
Clary Fray (via 1n-calescent)
ikigi:
& you swear to your parents that it will never happen again —- i know, i know what that means, i know
Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
Kait Rokowski (via oofpoetry)
I think for you I would be Atlas. I would carry the weight of the world on my shoulder. And if I fell, I would be just fine knowing I had died for you.
Writing Snippet 4 (via mechaniism)
( i’ve been making this blog all day-- Moriko, Jian, Nanako, Kaname, and Aiko are going to moved over there! I’ll be on that blog more than this one probably because I have more muse for those five than all of these children-- )
setsufuku:
[ eyes watch warily. a bowl of soup separates the duo. a tang of citrus–maybe there’s something about this one, half-wasted and rot-free. like all good fruit, the balance of life is in the ripe and ruin. they blink–slow. not afraid. skin walkers cringe everywhere. maybe it’s the signal for a ship to land, for the third kind’s first home to bleakly simmer them somewhere else. spoon is brought to mouth. the obnoxious slurping commences. ]
“ Okay so first you have the balls to take my soup and then you gotta slurp it extra fucking loud. Who the hell do you think you are, kid. What’s your damage. Who hurt you. “
He’s staring, plain sight and eyes reflecting the slightest annoyance. It’s clear he didn’t really want that soup.
reapcr:
❝quite the CHARMER, aren’t you?❞ & awfully difficult to get along with - still, her attitude & unwillingness to accept him are INTRIGUING, ❝as i said, i’m no vulture. i don’t pick from the corpses of the dead, i CREATE THEM.❞ yes, that is the voice of a PROUD killer, disguised within naivety.
a FRIEND rests upon his shoulder, feathers ticking his cheek. he did not choose this position, no, he was BORN into it. he is a natural BEAST.
❝& i sure as hell don’t kill for pleasure.❞
“ Charming and appealing as the rot you bring. “
A double meaning to shake things up; refuse his so-called guidance. Her own companions rival his-- crows with dead eyes and ruffled feathers; as unsightly as her untamed appearance. Her favorite one ‘pon her own shoulder, the rest scattered bout her sanctuary; eyeing him from all angles. She notes everything.
“ Vultures-- purification, death and rebirth-- fulfillment. You think the crow is ignorant, but I know more than what takes breath. I give it, give it all. “
In Moriko’s witch verse and Kaname’s fae verse, Kaname is Moriko’s “familiar”.
They met in summer.
daunanka:
[; Hey. Don’t be a greedy little nub. It’s my hunt; I get first pickings! I guess the cooks are out or something. Ooh, do you like teriyaki sauce? I crashed a restaurant and found a load of little packages we can use when we eat!
“ Ahhh hey I’m not a nub!! Not nub material!! What does nub mean--?? I’ll let you get first pickings but I want a leg so um don’t pick those.
--I love teriyaki sauce!
Woohoo! We’re eating good today! Come on, come on I’ll help carry it! “
In some older versions of Persephone’s story, she was a young woman, not a young girl, and instead of accidentally wandering away, she had gone deliberately adventuring, when she fell, or was lured, or was kidnapped into Hell. Here Persephone’s adventurous spirit leads her into difficulty, instead of her being a passive victim of the wickedness of others. Her relationship with her mother gives her the courage to explore her world, and when events take a bad turn, their relationship gives her the strength to survive. In a still older version, Persephone heard the despairing cries of the dead and chose freely to go into the Underworld to comfort them. Hades does not appear at all, in this version. Here Persephone’s descent to hell illustrates inclusiveness for every being, whether in the Underworld or in our present one, and shows that mercy is integral to her nature. In the most ancient layer of myth, Persephone’s name means “She Who Destroys The Light.” She was the powerful Goddess of the Underworld long before anyone knew of Hades. Like the Indian Kali, the Irish Morrigan, and the Sumerian Ereshkegal, she was the Goddess of Death. This sounds alarming to modern ears, but many of the religions that existed before Christianity emphasised the importance of the balance between life and death, and to them, the Goddess of Death was as important as the Goddess of Life. In this way, Persephone was not only the daughter of the Goddess Demeter who created and sustained life, but also her partner in maintaining existence.
The Original Persephone (via riseyehumans)