; and death FORGAVE

[lifeforsake]

@revivescere-flore |  ❣

                                        ❝ ... ❞

         ⟅ his fingers entwined stem && leaf && wire               -- a crown made for an edifice.                                                          these very ruins. ⟆

               a soft hum, work laid incomplete to stare into red eyes.

                                  ❝ this world needs more color. ❞

[lifeforsake]

@justanotherpasafrisk |  ♡  ♡  ♡  ♡  ♡  ♡  ♡  ♡

                                                                  a lingering curiosity, lapsing hues in the unseen spectrum, cursory disillusionment in the presence of the singular. a single body && seven -- no eight -- individualized souls. 

                              ❝ you can see me, can’t you?

                                                           (your situation is a little...)

familiar.

the human frisk was a face yet unwelcomed && still despite his incompatibility with the human heart, onto his knees he knelt. no breath to escape his chest cavity. 

                                                     please, let me ask you.                    is there anyway i could h e l p you? ❞

[lifeforsake]

     3/17 STARTER CALL!!

[midnight-blue-black-blog]

Reblog with your desktop background, no cleaning!

[smellslikejustice-archive]

[lifeforsake]

[lifeforsake]

made a few edits to my rules page. nothing really big, just a period here or there and a modification to my rule about nsfw and where my other primary blog is located at.

[rpmemes-galore]

If we are mutuals, you are welcome to: 

tag me in starters 

answer my open starters

spam my inbox with memes

ask me to spam you with memes

scream at me in ims at all ungodly hours

randomly drop a plot idea on me whenever you want 

never be scared that you’re bothering me in any way bc, if i followed you, i love your blog and I am always down for interacting with you!  <3  <3  <3

[hcpefulmarshmallow]

[lifeforsake]

             uhhhhhhhh so my activity exploded. what the heckie? this fandom is so sweet to me, considering i vanished for literal years. i’ll be going through my new followers and writing up a starter call?

thanks for encouraging my awful au blogs, everyone.

[lifeforsake]

                    hol·lowˈ/hälō/

                    i. having a hole or empty space inside.                     ii.              without             significance.                     iii.                        i  n  s  i  n  c  e  r  e  .                     art   credit       |       written   by   lynn

[lifeforsake]

me @ me: please revive this goat

[lifeforsake]

                    hol·lowˈ/hälō/

                    i. having a hole or empty space inside.                     ii.              without             significance.                     iii.                        i  n  s  i  n  c  e  r  e  .                     art   credit       |       written   by   lynn

[lifeforsake]

Sunday Night Starter Call?

[lifeforsake]

Muse as old as time

"I'm far too old for these games."

"What's it like to be immortal?"

"How old ARE you?"

"I'm afraid I don't understand the current slang."

"Do you know how to use a smart phone?"

"I am waaaaay older than you."

"Being this old has pros and cons."

"Do you have any idea what Netflix even is?"

"Did you meet Shakespeare?"

"I was alive when the pyramids of Egypt were built."

"Are you an angel or demon?"

"Humanity has jumped chasms in just the past thirty years. It took at least two hundred years to upgrade from wood to an iron plow."

"I'd rather ride a horse."

"You can't be THAT old!"

"That's simply impossible."

"I remember when stars filled the night sky and cities were practically nonexistent."

"Magic is real."

"Your problems are inconsequential."

"The universe spins, the earth moves and time passes ever on."

"What's it like, being as old as you are?"

"I'm just glad corsets have finally gone out of fashion."

"You can be upset about security measures all you want. I'm happy it doesn't take a month to travel across the Atlantic."

"Are you REALLY immortal?"

"I have seen all of time and space. You know what? It's the little stuff that counts."

"It's the here and now that's important to me."

"Doesn't it ever get boring?"

"I have loved many people over the many years. Each one is special to me."

"Every day brings new things."

"Do you ever want to end it?"

"I couldn't ask for anything more."

"Sometimes I just don't get mortals."

[akujxki-a-blog]

"I'm afraid I don't understand the current slang." [@lifeforsake, to Alice]

Muse as Old as Time

“That one flew over your head too, huh?” She laughed softly, turning to look at the stranger to see a rather… Peculiar creature looking at her. After her shock passed, she tried to shake it off and smile again.

“People come up with strange nicknames for everything it feels like… I’m glad I’m not the only one who doesn’t always get it.”

“Though, who, or… What might you be?” Creatures like him weren’t exactly common for her to be seeing…

[lifeforsake]

                         Eyes lowered, he exhibited no drastic response in the physical. Watched the surroundings in a near wistful embrace, and ultimately captured towards blue with an almost unnatural acceptance of words to fall upon ears offered toward in turn. 

       ❝ ... ❞

                  (definition:                  a person who cannot contain a singular category.                                              to what does a concept mean onto the individual?)

A specter carries many names.

                           ❝ Are definitions of self ...                 A requirement or merely obligation? ❞

[dragonroleplaystarters]

Demon & Angel Starters

“We can’t be together, you know this.” 

“It isn’t safe here, anymore. They’ve put traps on earth for us.” 

“Is the little angel afraid of sinning?” 

“Do I frighten you?” 

“The runes signify how powerful a being is.” 

“Stay still, it’d be a shame if these pretty wings were broken.” 

“Stay away from me, monster!” 

“You’re just like the rest of them, cruel and barbaric.” 

“Humans are not pets for you to do what you please with!” 

“You reek of innocence.” 

“I’d like to break you of that purity you all hold so dear.” 

“You think you can kill me?” 

“Don’t be afraid, I’m not here to hurt you.” 

“Why do you have to be all bright and fancy?” 

“Oh, little angel. You have no idea what you’re up against.” 

“What are you?” 

[those-crazy-meme-nights]

Send “Treasure Chest Opened! You Acquired _____” Along with an Item My Muse would obtain by opening a secrete treasure chest, Make it ANY item you want and see My Muse’s reaction to obtaining said Item.

[lifeforsake]

-- like kaleidoscopic glass

[lifeforsake]

soulofrainbows:

The prince had this…itch to him.  That nagging feeling.  The one where he couldn’t tell if this feeling of being watched or followed was actual or the byproduct of an anxious brain.  But this feeling had persisted over a longer period of time than he was used to.

He was, to put it lightly…uncomfortable.

The itch became a swelling.  An irritation.  A twist in his mood that made his nose twitch.  He had the strong desire to vent to someone, but how do you tell any of your friends that you feel like you’re being stalked, watched, lurked over…without seeming completely off your rocker?

So, as this presence persisted, he found a little isolated corner of Waterfall and slumped on a bench.

“Alright, enough of this nonsense,” he huffed, running exasperated fingers back through his headfluff.  “I dunno if there’s actually anyone there, or if I’m just going insane faster than I predicted.  But..I’d like to put this to rest.  Whoever or whatever the swearing cuss you are…real or imaginary…show yourself or leave me be for good.  I have enough troubles with dealing with myself, sleeping at night, and other mundane activities without having my brain crawling with whosits and whattheheckisthat’s.  …Please.”

To be fair, he was convinced he was talking to himself.

                                                               An absolution of nature’s by laws was a consequence ignored. Stillness became him. No breath. No motion. A lifelessness which beget the mirror images true nature. And then he was.

Padded steps suddenly and without pause skimmed space from one divide to the edge of vision. Not quite -- and yet so very there. Close enough to suddenly reach out if he had the inclination. Stalking didn’t suit him. The second his choices became conscious, the Archangel was aware he was taking steps towards an association which had no place, no bearing, and no purpose.

           ⟅ Pointed teeth sharpened to a point --                       not ambivalent figure, nor cruel visage                                                                              (ˡᶤᵛᶤᶰᵍ ˢʰᵉˡˡ˒ ᵇᵉ ᶰᵒᵗ ᵃᶠʳᵃᶤᵈ)                               A request was fulfilled. ⟆

        ❝ Swearing cuss.                     What an interesting take on wordplay.❞

Perhaps he’s strayed from distinction long enough.

                               ❝And I’ve heard many forms of                                             (ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢᵖᵃᵗ ᵃᶜᶤᵈ ; ᶤᶰ ᶠᵉᵃʳ)                                                                vernacular in my years.❞