Sin Mom

ignore the old rp replies; this is all for me now uwu

[mama-sin]

okay so

having a bit of a funds bind rn

so i have emergency commissions open ; n ;

details in the bsky below-

hitting a bit of a bind so doing emergency commissions! i will be cutting the pricing on the comm sheet below by 50%; please dm if you are i

[mama-sin]

Still in a bind and getting worse

if anyone can even just spread the word that wuld be immense.

[mama-sin]

okay so

having a bit of a funds bind rn

so i have emergency commissions open ; n ;

details in the bsky below-

hitting a bit of a bind so doing emergency commissions! i will be cutting the pricing on the comm sheet below by 50%; please dm if you are i

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[mama-sin]

LITERALLY HALF THE CRAP I WRITE LMFAO

[deadgirly]

I love pretty tattoos💭🖤

[mama-sin]

And there was the rare smirk again. Only around those who knew her would she give such a mischievous kind of look; and the Doctor certainly made that list. Of course, even more rarely would she actually smile. She doubted even HE had seen that particular expression.

“You wouldn’t be the first I had to do such a thing to,” she chided back, the smirk fading entirely from her face. Oh…she looked…sad. So very sad. An even rarer look she dared to never share. Never a tear shed before others, even before those she trusted more than anyone. But sorrow…a rare look indeed, but one she still unwillingly shared.

[blueboxesandparadoxes]

       A SUFFOCATING SILENCE. he eyed  diana’s features. her acute eyes, her pursed lips. all of this was a sight he had seen countless times before. or, well, countless. the exact number of times was TWELVE. twelve regenerations. thirteen bodies, faces. their talks never ended on a happy note. there was always the lingering taste of copper in his mouth; the lingering thought that he would once again return here to say goodbye to the next face he had grown fond of.

        ❝ DIANA, PLEASE– take care of clara. at least do that for me. look out for her. i know you’ve got a lot of rules ‘n guidelines out here, but– jus’ do that, ‘kay? FOR ME. ❞ fingers DELICATELY pulled both sides of his scarlet bow tie. the doctor let out a sigh, as if all life energy drained from him. ❝ WELL, THEN– can’t keep them waitin’ any longer, right? time to meet the new guy. ❞

[mama-sin]

“I can promise she will be guarded until such time she dies. I will even collect her myself,” she swore, placing a hand over her heart and bowing her head. Promises were a sacred thing when it came to Reapers especially in matters of life and death. Raising her head, she eyed the Doctor for a moment longer, a ghost of a smile on her lips.

“We'll be seeing each other again, Doctor. Sooner than you might think it...” she warned. Death always followed him around; bumping into her again, or even one of her workers, was a given

[prettymuchgallifreyan-deactivat]

@livingshxdows / Starter Call

“ But I like the humans! Can you    please not HURT them? ”

[mama-sin]

{ / huff huff }

“ it is not as though i do it intentionally “

“ i merely collect when it is one’s time “

“ the circumstances are…usually beyond my control “

[prettymuchgallifreyan-deactivat]

“Well stop collecting them then! If you stop collecting them they’ll be happy! Collect something else instead. Collect… rocks! I collect rocks! I have a whole rock collection! If you make a rock collection, too, we can be twins!”

[mama-sin]

“ i cannot change the Natural Flow “

“ to save one living creature, another must die in their place “

“ would you prefer others die to save humans ? “

[prettymuchgallifreyan-deactivat]

@livingshxdows / Starter Call

“ But I like the humans! Can you    please not HURT them? ”

[mama-sin]

{ / huff huff }

“ it is not as though i do it intentionally “

“ i merely collect when it is one's time “

“ the circumstances are...usually beyond my control “

[redgravemercenary-deactivated20]

How's my portrayal? Leave an opinion in my inbox.

[mama-sin]

ooc

i'm just gonna roll on down to keep working on the about page

but seriously, feel free to bother me

for real, please i am so lonely halp

[prettymuchgallifreyan-deactivat]

You...Can see me?

@livingshxdows

Another day on Earth, just like any other day, just like any other planet. Once more jaded in her never ending role as the Grim Reaper - the, Grim Reaper, Death itself - Diana had vanished from the in-between and flickered into unknown existence like a video glitch, stepping from the shadows and allowing her black hues to wander over the living. She could practically see the number of days they had left blinking like a neon sign over their heads.

A small huff left her before she veered the corner, bare feet making no sound along the ground beneath them as she was carried towards the local park, unseen among the living but waving slightly towards the dead that lingered there. An old man who had grown too weary during the cold winter and froze; sitting there motionless but smiling as he watched birds flit across the grass. Diana even joined him, her expression maintaining its usual unreadable visage. Oh, the ghost of a little girl now.

No, wait. This one….she was still living. Definitely still living. Course that begged the question of how the child could see Diana in the first place.

However, all the reaper could do was stare right back at her in stunned silence. What was she even supposed to say in a situation like this?

Today wasn’t supposed to be unlike any other. Lorelei had told her father that she was going for a walk, and that’s exactly what she was doing. She loved Earth, and therefore loved to explore it. There were always things of interest to the young Gallifreyan; things that most humans would take for granted. Like the insects, for example. They fascinated Lorelei, and she had even stopped on her walk to watch some ants marching from one side of the sidewalk to the other, going towards their ant hill. Now, Lorelei wasn’t too familiar with these insects, and had soon learned whilst watching them that they aren’t very fun to hold, but she still thought they were nice.

And it was while walking that she had seen the bench with the woman sitting in it. The woman looked a bit odd - a bit out of place - but Lorelei wasn’t one to judge. All humans were different, she knew that, and she therefore knew to not judge a book by its cover. Maybe this lady really was normal; it couldn’t hurt to talk to her.

And so, after staring at her for a moment, Lorelei gave a slight nod and hum before walking over to sit beside her. She didn’t see the ghost of the old man of course - while she could see the literal incarnate of death, she couldn’t see spirits - and, in fact, sat right where he was.

“Hi!” Lorelei smiled. She was always one to want to make new friends, and what better way than to speak to strangers? Sure, her parents told her not to, but they did it all the time; why couldn’t she? “I’m Lorelei! What’s your name? Why are you sitting here all alone? I thought you looked weird so I wanted to talk to you. Are you weird?” Lorelei clearly wasn’t one for filtering herself. If she thought something she would say it.

[mama-sin]

Ah, children. As much as she tended to dote upon them, Lady Death could never seem to wrap her mind around just how easily the could blurt out exactly what was on their mind. Shifting away from the girl, the old man vanished in a puff of wisps as soon as Diana bumped into him. He was still around; just away from the two for the time being. Well, she couldn't risk the child touching her after all.

“That would depend upon your definition of weird,” the Reaper sighed, leaning down just slightly so the girl could get a closer look at her eyes, “do you think me weird, Lorelei Song?” She asked, blinked her eyes only once. Those eyes...certainly not normal by human standards. Swallowed entirely in black. True darkness held in those eyes.

Though, she did lean away again, once more careful not to touch Lorelei. Her father alone would scorch the universe to get her back; never mind her mother.

“Hmm, Song. Or did you take your father's last name...?” She suddenly mused, brows furrowing, trying to remember. Her memory was incredible, but having so many souls to keep track of...names were usually her weak point

[quidprcquo]

{@livingshxdows liked this for a starter}

           “I do hope that this is not a              dark omen.”

[mama-sin]

“ no ill omens for you, lecter “

“ though, i am more curious as to how you can see me ?”

“ possibly have something to do with your ... diet “

[mama-sin]

ooc

okay can I just say how much I am lOVING Jessica Jones? fucking hell man. and I'm only on the fifth episode!

course now I rEALLY want to rp with a kilgrave or jessica. or both. halp me

[mama-sin]

oh my god i might have to respond to the thing tomorrow. bc i watched a reading of The Ravin 'cause of the quote on your blog. and now i can't read the starter without reading it like how the story was read and it's not flowing and im like 'fffckkk' so sorry omf

ooc; hhhh it is totaly okay sweetie. You take all the time you need! I just hope the starter was okay, kinda just whipped it up on the spot

[mama-sin]

ooc

someone please give me angst

admin needs her aesthetic

plz

[mama-sin]

Broken

Year; Non-Applicable.

General Time-frame; After Creation of everything. First recorded soul reaping, as made by Lady Death.

Such sorrow in her eyes. Such a pain deeply seeded within her chest. Her throat was already raw from screaming, but on she went. Tears of red - no, black - staining her face like running makeup. Her first heartbreak; her first claiming of a soul, and it had been a requirement to snuff them out entirely.

But, that’s a bit far. To understand such of her sorrows, it is best to venture to the days before. To her past; their past…

Love at first sight, as he had called it. Sure, the woman had experienced a fluttering in her chest, but was unsure what to name it. He was beautiful in her eyes; and he cared not for what she was. Nor for the fact her touch could wind up destroying the vessel of his soul. They made do, with her suppressing her abilities where only skin-to-skin contact was a necessity for death. And they were…happy. Death had reached a stalemate with her brothers, her purpose of the three known, but the extent of it had yet to be experienced fully. Plants were one thing; but creatures beyond that? Never.

But…she was happy. Her behavior improved, her smile appearing whenever she thought of him (which was quite regularly), and she was so very much in love. Her very own…star. He was her star, her bright light in her world of pain and darkness and loss. Such love, such joy. Such sadness. Oh, such sorrow, such pain.

This breed, as Xestra called, was meant to live long. That was why there were so few of them. And her love was among the first. But…everything had a limit. Everything would fade with Time. She knew. But to claim his soul, more so after her wretched brother Life nearly destroyed him…

She felt so shattered.

The screams had died, but the tears continue to flow freely. Not a single sound passed her lips, not even a sigh. It was evident in her gaze; she was broken. Life had broken her, finally broken her after so many years. And so she remained by his side, even as his body grew cold, his soul snuffed entirely from existence. No chance of him reincarnating. No chance to find him across the stars in another form again. A one time deal.

She didn’t even move. So numb, so cold, so much white noise in her head. Her arms stayed curled about his shoulders; oh, now she could touch him. Fingers trace along his face, memorizing them, committing him to her memory. Finally movement; a single kiss upon his blue, paled lips. Was she always that cold to others? So cold, so broken, so hollow, so sad…

[mama-sin]

ooc

I swear to god I'm still alive here and a rp of depression and angst will be coming shortly

but I seriously need to rp with a twelve

like

it's becoming a mighty need

because I have yet to rp with one

[mama-sin]

“I can agree with those sentiments,” she sighed softly, her hand dropping to her side, “I’m older than Time. Reaping souls is my true purpose, and I’ve told you before how I opposed my role for the first few years…” she went on, waving her hand after to dismiss the issue. Oh, how she fought against taking lives. Especially children. Simply couldn’t bring herself to do it; so she had to learn to numb herself against it. Death, her role and namesake, was a necessity in the natural flow.

“Clara seems to be a good match for you,” she suddenly started, the small hint of a smirk tugging the corners of her lips, “just don’t go falling in love again. Even I doubt you would recover well from her,” she warned, eyes narrowing in warning. Of course she had already seen Oswald’s death; a burden sometimes, those images flashing in her head one after another, soul after soul. Her echos in his timeline had been different, as they weren’t really her…

[blueboxesandparadoxes]

         ❝ OI! I’M TWICE HER AGE– give or take a FEW years, perhaps. yes, clara is absolutely incredible. all this time, someone was out there t’ give me the courage to save gallifrey from your reapers! who knew? she’s fantastic. my IMPOSSIBLE girl. i’m never givin’ her up, y’know. you’ll have t’ pry her from my cold, dead hands, diana. i hope y’ look forward to that. ❞

        HE WINKED. of course, he wasn’t just messing around. there was a truth hidden beneath those cheerful, flirty streams of words. he fell in love with clara, just like how he had fallen in love with river and amy and rory and martha and donna and all the other brilliant, curious beings that once accompanied him in his little ship. diana and the doctor were on good terms, but that didn’t mean the doctor would let clara go willingly if and when her time came.

[mama-sin]

And there was the rare smirk again. Only around those who knew her would she give such a mischievous kind of look; and the Doctor certainly made that list. Of course, even more rarely would she actually smile. She doubted even HE had seen that particular expression.

“You wouldn't be the first I had to do such a thing to,” she chided back, the smirk fading entirely from her face. Oh...she looked...sad. So very sad. An even rarer look she dared to never share. Never a tear shed before others, even before those she trusted more than anyone. But sorrow...a rare look indeed, but one she still unwillingly shared.