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DADDY I’M HOME AND I NEED TO BE CENSORED.  @mvrderofgods

ABOUT TIME. 

[mvrderofgods]

DARLING.

  THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED: neither would this sham of a war. COLD, HARD HITS were the only hint that anything had ever happened. Communities murdered, trains derailing; deadly shoot-outs and car chases: NOW FACING A BLANK SCREEN. No air time for FAILURE, a desperate bid to save pride they’d already lost. Shadow fucking Moon had made sure of that: staggering into the LION’S DEN and simply talking them down. World, Lowkey ( FUCK FACE WITH HIS STUPID FUCKING SKULL ) who had played them all like a DIME ARCADE MACHINE, like a fiddle while Rome BURNED. Skewered the Technical Boy; left him to lie in an OIL SLICK and wait for THE BIG BANG: REMASTERED ! How, how had they, of all creatures, of all Gods, been fooled by something so simple as a GLAMOUR? Believed in him, believed in a cause: CANCELLED AFTER A SEASON. Now it was theirs: they’d never wanted it to begin with. Now it was theirs IN PERPETUITY.   LED eyes roved, dragging against screens and newscasts: rested upon him unwillingly. Him, with his eyes. Him, with his strong arms, his strong hands. Him in a suit they knew - knew ! - CHOKED him. Brows knitted together, that terrible, terrible mouth slanting downwards under a pound of #CAKEFACE / #NOFILTER. A petulant child who had gotten their wrist slapped by the IMPARTIAL LAW; they squirmed in their seat and leaned back to regard him. Plastic creaked, groaned; manicured hands dragging across glass top of their desk before crossing entirely. Ankles crossed, over-plucked brow raised. DARLING, THIS IS LIVE TV AND EVEN I CANNOT PREDICT YOUR BEHAVIOUR. Even now, the Law looked like home. A synthetic heartbeat passed; expression softened. NO CLOSE UPS, PLEASE ! I missed you. You should not have been gone so long: look what I get up to when you are not here. WOULD YOU LIKE COFFEE OR TEA BEFORE THE INTERVIEW? WE’RE ON A TIGHT SCHEDULE. Pushed it out of their hard drive mind, their super computer processors. He was here now. A day late, a dollar short: but he had come. That was saying something. That was not something they could read off of the teleprompter.   “They are. All three of the fucking idiots managed to get themselves killed by a NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD reject.” Red lips curled; exposed teeth like a snarl and oh, there was such BITTERNESS in their mouth. THE THREE FUCKING STOOGES: each more shit-brained than the last – they’d find some underling to replace them. Some crew member that specialised in CONSPIRACIES, maybe B movies? Not him. STAR QUALITY SMILE upon those glossy lips and it’s tight and cold and harsh. “No. You are far too… High on the food chain to be with the little fishes. I’m insulted you’d even suggest it.” You are too important to me. Too dear to me: why would you be anything less than my equal? A crack in picture perfect mask: was he mocking them? Making their losses TRIVIAL, their silent war a game. “Do you think this is funny, honey? I certainly don’t.”    Autotune suited them well: cold and metallic as the wires Technical Boy had leaked out like B-Grade guts. THIS WASN’T A HORROR MOVIE ! WASN’T A DOCU-DRAMA ! Shifting under the gaze of the Law and attempting to remain GLACIAL though he’d made them weak at the knees plenty of time. HOW TO ERASE HISTORY ? TIME TO DEFUND THE HISTORY CHANNEL ! It would have been easier to turn him away that way, easier to forget, easier to HIDE. How many times had he told them ‘YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM THE LAW ?’ How many times would they continue? A coward was a coward: flesh and blood or Teflon and silicone. 

  THIS WAS NOT TELEPROMPTED ! Stale air left that mouth and for a moment, they freeze: look up at him with plasma screen eyes that almost looked hopeful. I came to see you. Something soft in those eyes; the line of their mouth now turning upwards faintly. A small line of type, a headline in the making. REUNITED AT LAST ! A BITTERSWEET MOMENT SHARED OFF CAMERA. “You came to see me.” Repeated; words chewed like a SCRIPT. Static buzzed between them; rang in their ears, sounded off in their voice. “I know you have.” Who else would you have come to see? Who, out of all the fucks I now manage, matters? YOU CAN’T LIE TO THE LAW ! A charge waiting to happen; a media law in the flesh: DEFAMATION ! SLANDER ! FALSE REPORTING ! Swallowed it back and bit into lip until they could taste coolant. AND WE’RE LIVE ! Looked into the cameras and felt the signal waver; their words filled with white noise.   “I missed you.” I missed you more than you could ever guess. More than you could ever know, understand. A dreadful SILENCE then: across all boards. Radio, print, screens; voice given to its keeper once more. “Take a seat. You have as long as you want.” Forever, if you want it. Help me fix this. 

           WITCH HUNT  !     felt beating in his blood like holy ichor  ,   felt like the march of REGIMENT BOOTS    felt like the   screaming of a nation.   there was a trial to be had and voices cried out for a punishment they felt was  JUST    somewhere a technical boy had bled and somewhere a   CHAOS   had walked over a corpse that had felt like livewire in the air and smelled like an electrical fire.   WAR REELS AND A SCAR IN THE HISTORY OF A NATION      the monument to lives lost in a war that meant nothing spearheaded by a cause built on lies.   the trojan horse.       (     right hand of the world.   everywhere  , every when.   how could you not know ?   )        there was an   INVESTIGATION !   INTERROGATION !   to be had.   history unearthed by hungry scrabbling hands    -----   pulsing with betrayal    HYSTERIA   spilled forth like a flood from a hungry god’s mouth.     the ark made flimsy.     old and new ,  two by two chanting in roaring growling beleaguered voices.    a harmony of dissent.    -------    DID YOU KNOW ?   DID YOU KNOW  ?    fingers press to cool glass  ,  an aching distance over the surface of a desk that may well have been oceans.    LED EYES  MEET JUDGE  ,  JURY  && EXECUTIONER    and he is left    wanting.     willl of the people     ------      trial of the century !    (   no sitting president may be indited   )     WITCH HUNT !     no basis but    FEAR   -----      no basis but rage   --------    no basis but   BETRAYAL    (    empires have been built on less     )  

  sure hands ever steady built a kingdom.    fingers seek to chase an outline   ------- DARLING !   the desk an   UNFORTUNATE    distance  ,  their twisted fingers and their crossed ankles,   the unswayed,  immovable knot of a hangman’s noose.   hands  ,  pale  ,   perfect ,  guiding cord  ----  rough hewn and HISTORIC. 

TELL ME: all the knots tied in the dark of salem, did you ever feel the noose around your own throat ?     TELL ME:    did you hitch yourself to a comet and think you wouldn’t be burned ?  TELL ME:     you have made the gods wrathful  ,  did you think they would forget ? 

WILL OF THE PEOPLE !    VOICE OF THE GODS !   ------    will you speak in your own trial  ?   HOLY MOUTHPIECE    on the stand. 

OFF AIR   !     BACKSTAGE PASS  ,  YOUR EYES ONLY:    trial of the century.   BIASED !  I CALL FOR A MISTRIAL !     the jury is swayed and the executioners axe is stayed for the benefit of    LED EYES.   the benefit of processors humming  ,  teflon perfect   skin and the quietly breathtakingly   aching   look on their face.   as if he wouldn’t come for the fall of a monarchy.      for the ruthless machine that the new gods have become to slow to a screeching ,  grinding halt.    (   the technical boy needed time an attention before the wheels were greased again   )   he’d been called here on a wave of demands  ,  of regimes and wars.   and in the dark of his body where    ink and parchment and red blood     make up his being  ----   he knows he’d have been pressed here as surely as a compass finds north.   his feet would have dragged him here.     his consciousness    -----   THEIR CONSCIOUSNESS.   the will of the people   ! 

and here he stands  ,  OLD AND NEW  ,  gray hairs and wrinkled skin. one hand    reaching   across the desk of a   RULER   as it had done many times before only ---  only !  only !   only !   this time was like no other.     TREMULOUS DISTANCE   where the air dare not so much as sigh less the   heavy weight  of the moment come    crashing into their gravity.   they’d played parts  ,  they’d been creatures of habit before habits had come into being. 

NOTHING SO ROUTINE AS CARING    ,   nothing so common as    betrayal   ---  he had come to see them.   and whatever the will of the other gods  ,  HIS   had been to see their face stripped of glamours  ,  robbed of falsities.   THE LAW   impassible  ,  immovable  ,  unbiased   -----    he would be what they needed  ,  for as long as he could.  there was no   WAR  without war council.  treatises and backroom deals.   the seat he takes is manufactured  ,  careful  ,  as if    A THOUSAND ALL-SEEING EYES    were trained on him. the smile on his face sought to hide the aching tenderness  ,  hidden in the corners  , small and restrained.   a tight leash on biased emotion.   that reaching hand finally   STILLED   cold synthetics beneath warm palm.   “   i have missed you  ,  terribly.   “

[mvrderofgods]

A. COMSTOCK

&& @mvrderofgods from ( x )

  NO SALVATION TO BE FOUND IN THE GARDEN: hiding in the shadows, hiding from themselves and the prying eyes of the city. This was not proper. Well-bred, pious ladies did not keep multiple beaus, and they most certainly did not meet them in secret ( his lips against her gloved wrist, her palm ) in the middle of the day. An almost CLANDESTINE meeting; chaste when her past encounters were considered instead of forgotten, struck out; ERASED. Left on the riverside along with her name and all that she had been. He, an open wound: RED AND RAW AND BLEEDING; every memory of racing down Fifth Avenue in a stolen automobile; screaming, whooping; hollering, climbing the trees in central park, dragging others into the ponds like a SIREN of old and it all seemed so strange, so FOREIGN to a woman who had only just left her girlhood to ROT at the overflowing banks.    A breath, a sigh; pearly teeth digging into her lower lip and she smiled with a feline laziness; wan, tired. Fingers twined with his, the touch fond, but brief though she did not pull away entirely. CONNECTED BY A THREAD, by his terrible, terrible stare. A match struck against the curve of her lip, her jaw, the gentle slope of her neck and lower still. She had the grace to flush, but not to simper: another sin she admonished herself for. DEAR, ONE DAY YOU WILL REALISE YOU CANNOT HAVE ALL OF ME. A thousand knots twisting her stomach and at that tender, aching smile of his; her heart fluttered, beat within her throat like the wings of a hummingbird. Almost tender: but she knew him better than that; knew him to be a creature of want, never need: an uncomfortable notion that resounded within her far to deeply to ignore.   Bright gaze roved; DOE-EYES lingering upon his proud jaw, the corners of his eyes where smile lines lurked; his hand in hers, his golden curls. The very image of a PRODIGAL SON with all of the charm and an uncharacteristic greedy streak. Grasping hands, soft lips; an alarm sound ringing in her head incessantly. YOU HAVE LEFT THIS BEHIND: LEAVE HIM BEHIND TOO. Dozens of family members, strangers echoing their words within her skull and not all of them were kind. You have no shame, acting as you do. Girl, you’ve ruined yourself. Stiffening, withdrawing from his silken touch to smooth down her skirts.

  “Mister Rich, you are incorrigible.” A haughty huff; chin held high. “Really, you are terrible!” She’d said the same of herself not so very long ago; before she’d met the Prophet, before he’d offered his hand to her. Still, old habits died hard. “Perhaps I won’t come back to see you after all.” 

         SILENCE IS GOLDEN              /  silence is a heavy leaden thing  ,  weighing them down.   precious with a meaning that couldn’t be bought or sold  ,  meaning that could be   found perhaps  ,  when you weren’t looking.  he rarely found himself to be a man who sought after anything. more often he simply   claimed   a thing for his own and added it to what could  ,  in times older than these  ,  be called a dragon’s hoard.  pious young virgin girls left as sacrifice and he the monster at the end of this tale  ,   he  ,  her roaring nightmare of a man     returned to her in this GARDEN OF EDEN.  sacrifice to sacrifice was the altar of her new husband better than his own ?   would she rather a golden cage and the open sky penned in than the earth and the sky and the hard metallic edge of a dragon’s claim ?   

struck out and rewritten  ,  relegated to the history books and the old testament  ,  ERASED  ,  FORGOTTEN  ,  in the waters of baptism and the christian tide  ,  noah had built an ark and all of god’s mistakes had been washed clean by the river.   all of his fantastical beasts and the creatures of magic.   he was a god  ,   physical  ,  divine  ,  christianity had come with their robes and their  SACRE BLEU  !   and he’d stood impeccable  ,  implacable , god of commerce  ,  god of gold  ,    god of all things precious     and how he swore that made her a member of his domain.  something to be claimed in his name. 

if he were to be her dragon  smudged from history  ,  erased from her gospel    than he would be the monster at the end of her book.  he’d be the    lingering sentiment    that she’d taste like honey sweet  ,  maple golden  ,  heavy in the back of her tongue.  something almost bitter with the saccharine quality to it.   this garden  ,  this eden  ,  was it not a bittersweet recreation of what humanity had lost ?  was it not the place best suited for her   LIVING GHOST   ?    was it not suited for her  lure of temptation  ? 

“     terrible  ?   “    a smile  ,  one that’d graced his features countless time  ,  one that spoke of desire  ,  of want  ,  of   possession and amusement.   “   then it must be your duty as a woman of god to urge me to repent. to change.   “   fingers traced the line of a cloth covered wrist.   “   how are you to save my poor sinner’s soul if i never see you again  ?   ”

[mvrderofgods]

❛ Don’t torture yourself. That’s my job. ❜ @wall

@sanctamater​   quoted the addams !   ||  ACCEPTING !

     SENSITIVE / SAVAGE !     there is a gentility to the threat  ,  hands trace the whorls and patterns of an expensive desk.  wood grain smooth under sensitive fingertips.   lips part in a smile  ,  deprecating   —-  amused  ,  a house cat baring it’s claws.  HISTORY HAS IT’S EYES ON YOU !     what she would become if she had a time and place for becoming.  FALLACY   there’s a   bravery   in being   soft  ,  there is a hostility to compassion.  racing heart  ,  sweet smile  ,  do you swallow the spoon full of sugar to combat the bitterness under your own tongue ?  all encompassing ,  all devouring god  ,  he is born to reach   —–  to scrabble, rough knuckled for more than he could ever hope to hold.   hands vast   —–  pacific ocean broad.   desires a soft  ,  worn  ,  oft-creased thing kept haphazard in a pocket jingling with spanish doubloons and old money.   a tree grows steady in the garden  ,  the slow march of time.   roots plant themselves into the soil and a trunk grows twisted  ,  cold shackles to mold it into shape    and still it grows to reach it’s potential.    leaves turn heavenward and the sun an egg yolk in the sky.

        oh didn’t you know  ?     a threat is just a promise you want to keep.   CIVILIZED SOCIETY !   one thing holds true  ,  like gold on the tongue, molten blood and quicksilver blue eyes,    ALL LIFE    (( bought and sold  ))  HAS A PRICE.    and he has coin enough for all.    it’s the small lies he can’t swallow, the crushed pills at the bottom of his glass.    SOULS UNSOLD   only bartered  ,  only traded.   coin was seldom enough for that. there was a young god with his  MARTYRDOM    that held the   monopoly   on what he couldn’t buy.   OUR LADY OF ETERNAL SORROW    —-   tell me  ,  will the sainthood be worth it  ?  

          INDULGENT      —-   almost fond ,  almost true  ,  a smile that bares teeth.   the way a coin reflects hard edged and soft lighted.  her hand is soft when he dares to cup it between his own.   a trapped bird.   warm like the exhale of a gasp  ,  even through the layer of fabric. lips ghost over the cloth and in his mind he feels the gentle swell of bones.  a fragile frame for a woman with a spine of porcelain.   TRIAL BY FIRE    forget the world  ,  did you remember to save yourself  ?   lingering   —  hungry  ,  greedy  ,  entitled as the human he plays at being.   eyes meet and his grin is at once dripping with a moment of aching  , soft eyed cruelty.  the way he closed his fist to reaching hands.  the way he leaves coins like tributes of poison to the ones infected with his greed.  the way he wants to possess her  ,  to feel her hand tremble  ,  the quiver of lips.    OLD GOD MADE NEW    what prayers cross the threshold of a mouth made holy by forgiveness ?   DIEFY    belief isn’t enough.   religious nihilism    he’d feed your pockets but not the soul.

in the garden a stiff breeze shakes leaves from the trees.   ABSOLVER   no sun and no church in the wilds of men’s hearts.   another kiss pressed to thin cloth covered skin  ,  over aching bone.   a  woman new to religion but familiar to the   TOUCH OF A GOD.      did they tell you how warm blooded  —– did they tell you how real it was  ?     in the heavy dove gray air  ,  dizzy  with something tremulous and unbreathable.   has your new found piety recognized a god in your shadow  ?  eyes trace the hollow of a pale throat  ,  the sweet curve of an unpainted lip.

     the eyes of a believer and an athiest all at once  , his smile is still aching   —-   almost tender  ,  the way saints are loved in death and alone in life.

                  “       and what sweet torture it would be.    ”

[persephonememes]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

❛ And for twenty-five years, nothing. Not a whisper, not a clue. ❜

❛ Look at her – I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way – what bliss. ❜

❛ Unhappy, darling? ❜

❛ Cara mia! ❜

❛ Last night, you were… unhinged. You were like some desperate, howling demon. You frightened me. Do it again. ❜

❛ Sorry about the window! ❜

❛ They grow up so fast, don’t they? ❜

❛ Don’t torture yourself. That’s my job. ❜

❛ Don’t tease. ❜

❛ Let me go! ❜

❛ Gimme that! Stop it! I’m warning you! It’s not a good day! ❜

❛ Can’t you keep up? ❜

❛ I wish you’d drop by more often. ❜

❛ The seance - tonight. Won’t you come? ❜

❛ Wait a minute, hold on! You have to listen to me! ❜

❛ Please… Just hear me out… ❜

❛ What a miserable evening. ❜

❛ Did you hear that?! ❜

❛ But don’t you think that’s absurd? ❜

❛ Isn’t that the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard? ❜

❛ Darling, how does this work again? ❜

❛ Don’t be shy. ❜

❛ Can you ever forgive me? ❜

❛ You were so dashing, you could have any woman you wanted, dead or alive. ❜

❛ Water under the bridge. Forgiven. Forgotten. ❜

❛ You forgot our secret password? ❜

❛ Can I have ice cream? ❜

❛ You spoil me… mon amour. ❜

❛ Isn’t it too enchanting? ❜

❛ There’s a trick to it. Of course. ❜

❛ Oh, no. ❜

❛ What is truth? What is fiction? ❜

❛ But let’s get to bed. ❜

❛ Spirits above me - give me a sign! Shall I be joyous? Or shall I be damned? ❜

❛ Sleepless night? ❜

❛ I don’t think so. ❜

❛ Here it is - suspicion and anxiety. ❜

❛ Haven’t you ever slaughtered anyone? ❜

❛ I’ve been around. I pick things up. ❜

❛ It’s going to be fun! ❜

❛ Darling, I’m sorry! ❜

❛ I said I was busy! ❜

❛ I changed my mind! ❜

❛ It’s a promise. ❜

❛ You were terrific. ❜

❛ What a sublime evening. A theatrical triumph… ❜

❛ A Shakespearean delight! ❜

❛ You were so beautiful - pale, and mysterious. ❜

❛ You bewitched me. I proposed that very night. ❜

❛ You were so right! What an evening! ❜

❛ How long has it been since we’ve waltzed? ❜

❛ Sometimes people have had terrible childhoods. And sometimes they just haven’t found their special place in life. And sometimes they’re dogs from hell and must be destroyed. ❜

❛ Despite everything, I don’t hate you. ❜

❛ Darling, take care! ❜

❛ To live without you - only that would be torture. ❜

❛ A day alone - only that would be death. ❜

❛ You never really loved me! ❜

❛ Come, my love - to safety! ❜

❛ What can I say? He’s going to break hearts. ❜

[jamsmemes]

(     *     BIOSHOCK PROMPTS   !    

trigger warning for murder.

❛  i choose something different. i choose the impossible. i choose… rapture.  ❜

❛  now you’ve rattled the monkey cage. here they come.  ❜

❛  what excuse do we have not to sculpt, and sculpt, and sculpt, until the job is done?  ❜

❛  what if now it is not my skill that fails me but my imagination?  ❜

❛  chin up, now. the lord hates a quitter.  ❜

❛  i’m here to show you a new kind of beauty.  ❜

❛  the path of the righteous is not always easy, yes?  ❜

❛  the reward will become clear in time: be patient.  ❜

❛  whichever way you slice it, good men died.  ❜

❛  i thought this would be a better life for us. can you imagine a bigger fool than that?  ❜

❛  if you press that button, you’ll learn what it means to truly be my enemy.  ❜

❛  you ooze in like an assassin and then try to sneak out like a thief.  ❜

❛  there’s two ways to deal with the mystery: uncover it, or eliminate it.  ❜

❛  i come to this place to build the impossible.  ❜

❛  that’ll take you straight to the devil himself. and then all debts will be paid in full.  ❜

❛  so there are no innocents. there are heroes, and there are criminals.  ❜

❛  who says you can’t teach an old hound new tricks?  ❜

❛  i believe in no god, no invisible man in the sky.  ❜

❛  even in the gathering dark, you light a candle.  ❜

❛  i feel… hatred, like i’ve never felt before, in my chest. bitter, burning fury.  ❜

❛  the artist has a duty to seduce the ear and delight the spirit.  ❜

❛  who could hate me so much they’d ruin me like this? what did i do to them?  ❜

❛  if you can’t come in from the cold, then you gotta grow ice over your heart.  ❜

❛  you’re not a moth… you’re an angel. i’ve never painted an angel… maybe i should!  ❜

❛  you give them hope. and for this, i am grateful.  ❜

❛  i don’t need to be judged by you… by anyone… screw you!  ❜

❛  i haven’t chosen a spot for you on the wall yet. let me know if you have a preference.  ❜

❛  if i have to kill one to save the other, so be it.  ❜

❛  thank you for reminding me that the light of the world has not yet been snuffed off.  ❜

❛  it’s about who can become less of a man and more of a monster.  ❜

❛  imagine the will it took to create a place like this.  ❜

❛  is there blood in the streets? of course.  ❜

❛  the great chain moves slowly, but with wisdom.  ❜

❛  as you drag me closer to the abyss, you pull yourself right along with me.  ❜

❛  i offer you a quick death. it will be preferable to what you will learn if you win.  ❜

❛  think about it for a second, and maybe the word will come to you: nostalgia!  ❜

❛  mark my words — your only reward will be a knife in the back.  ❜

❛  my strength is not in steel and fire, but in my intellect and will.  ❜

❛  in the end, all that matters to me — is me. and all that matters to you — is you.  ❜

❛  even in the book of lies, sometimes you find truth.  ❜

❛  a season for all things: a time to live, and a time to die.  ❜

❛  a man chooses. a slave obeys.  ❜

❛  you know what they say… never mix business with friendship.  ❜

❛  kills me to turn my fist to you, but business is business. don’t let it get you down.  ❜

❛  they say to save one life is to save the world entire.  ❜

❛  now there’s nothing left for you but a long cold nothing.  ❜

❛  you know, you should be thanking me! i brought you here! i showed you who you are!  ❜

❛  nobody never told you nothing but lies till i came along!  ❜

❛  i’d turn tail if i were you, kid. ain’t nothin’ here for you but tears.  ❜

❛  to question is to surrender. i will not question.  ❜

❛  they offered you the city… and you refused it. and what did you do instead?  ❜

❛  you saved them. you gave them the one thing that was stolen from them. a chance.  ❜

❛  and what was your reward? you never said. but i think i know… a family.  ❜

❛  would you kindly?  ❜

[realitv]

tanodragon:

if you ever feel safe please remember that im out there

[mvrderofgods]

@halysi continued from HERE !    

      BLOODIED FINGERS IN BLOODIED GRASP.         by all accounts     ALASTAIR     was as pleasant as his hobbies.   a dour face and eyes that were   delicately   described as    dead.    back to chest with hell’s    favorite    torturer and her head was thrown back on a laugh  ,  neck a long pale column smudged with blood not her own even as the blade slipped through her fingers and into his.   a dynamic sin  ,  a well-hidden, well    loved   sin to the masses and    she knew it.    spun like saccharine sugar from the grasp of a man far worse than any executioner.   lips kipped up in a red   red   grin.   ❝     i do so love these little moments  ,  never a   DULL    second with you.     ❞  

[mvrderofgods]

HALYSI.

･ﾟ☆✧     ⋙     @mvrderofgods

❝      so    those    plaid    wearing    giants    killed    sloth      ,      big    deal.       i’m    more    surprised    it    took    them    this    long      ,      i    always    knew    he’d    be    the    first    to    go.       my    moneys    on    envy    being    next.     ❞

               a slanted look and pursed lips   ,   teeth flash   white on a   GRIN   as a hand rests   ,   proprietary and firm on their forearm.      ❝      sloth was a death practically   begging   to happen.     I’m honestly    hoping    GLUTTONY    goes next.      or should I not say that   ?    ❞

[mvrderofgods]

‘ let’s play this came called ‘when you catch fire i wouldn’t piss to put you out.’ ’ (@sweeney)

@hdtvtits    sent emo nostalgia //   ACCEPTING !

          SATURDAY NIGHT’S (  ALL RIGHT FOR A FIGHT  ) !         a laugh like the caw of a crow, a laugh like the crack of a tree split by the inhuman glow of lightning. a laugh as sharp edged and genuine as a blade, whatever you use a weapon for,   IT IS STILL A WEAPON   a knife can cut you and your enemies as easily as it does your meal. tongue on teeth, pink sliding over the sharp curves and catching on harsh points. a pinprick of pain like the beginning of a    SACRIFICE.    another bar , another place in the middle of southwest nowhere , somewhere outside dew will begin to bead on what grass there is, somewhere    AMBER WAVES OF GRAIN   shimmer and shift in a cool breeze and a tin can clunks merrily on it’s way across cooling asphalt. somewhere a sign decays under the hard sunlight. colors melt, fingers twitch, a beer sweats and the man on the bar stool leaves stains on his shirt, a dry heat. the way the air feels like a vacuum robbing you of necessities. 

this is a land the sun has declared war on and in the oppressive, weighted, night everyone speaks in tongues, excuses for the burning heat, excuses for the old dead gods that they know on the peripherals of their farms and their old-time hunting instincts.        back in the ole’ days      a voice says   —–   voices say,    BACK IN THE GOOD OLE DAYS !         the earth weren’t like this, the earth was       ———-     the earth was cool and damp beneath the mounds, beneath the faerie hills, the earth welcomed him home and the suffocation of being buried alive had felt to him akin to the freedom that flying had once represented        (   flying is freedom only when you’re allowed to land    )        fingers play over condensation, over dark stained glass   ——–    somewhere there is a cathedral and somewhere the kaleidoscope of mother church and her glass silently and inexorably      ERASES A HISTORY.      somewhere the land         SCREAMS       and thunder howls and lightning strikes, wind and rain pound against the windows like insistent hands, knocking, knocking, it cries:         can you drown out the world ?       CAN YOUR FLOOD WASH AWAY THE TIDE ?          this land of old dead  —–  dying gods and false kings. 

sweeney has coin. he has coin enough for all that he could wish besides paying his own debts. and here in front of him is the      VOICE OF A GOD     all the new gods. the divine mouthpiece here    RELIGIOUS NIHILISM     isn’t as bad as it seems if you’re the new thing, the rising tide, the future. the present.       THE ATHEIST’S GOD:       on sale wherever media is sold, cost non-negotiable.     would you like an upgrade ?

a swallow of watered down beer, hopps and bullshit on the tongue, tastes something like the cleaner, filtered, less    GENUINE      brother of what he’d drunk in days of old. a crooked grin, an inclined head, a salute as mocking as the crows that caw for him. 

                 ‘   let a man burn then. you fuckin toaster, let a man burn.    ‘    his smile showed teeth, his eyes crinkled in mirth, pissed off of beer in a bar on a long   LONELY   stretch of the road.     ‘    let the wind scatter my ashes and    MAY THE TREES EAT WHAT’S LEFT     may they finally be fuckin’ happy to have it all.     ‘

[littlelovelymemes]

✰  THE ‘ WE’RE ALL STILL EMO AF ‘ LYRIC STARTERS

FALL OUT BOY 

‘  am i more than you bargained for yet?  ’ ‘  cause that’s just who i am this week.  ’ ‘  isn’t it messed up how i’m just dying to be him?  ’ ‘  i confess, i messed up.  ’ ‘  i don’t blame you for being you, but you can’t blame me for hating it.  ’ ‘  darling, what did you expect?  ’ ‘  i could have died with you.  ’ ‘  let’s play this came called ‘when you catch fire i wouldn’t piss to put you out.’  ’ ‘  breaking hearts has never looked so cool.  ’ ‘  you were the last good thing about this part of town.  ’ ‘  i’m not a shoulder to cry on, but i digress.  ’ ‘  i wrote the gospel on giving up.  ’ ‘  joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of best friends.  ’ ‘  my back is breaking from this heavy heart.  ’ ‘  thanks for the memories even though they weren’t so great.  ’ ‘  see, he tastes like you, only sweeter.  ’ ‘  get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes.  ’ ‘  i’m a liner away from getting you into the mood.  ’ ‘  last year’s wishes are this years apologies.  ’ ‘  we’re the new face of failure. prettier and younger, but not any better off.  ’

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE

‘  what’s the worst that i can say?  ’ ‘  things are better if i stay.  ’ ‘  so long and goodnight.  ’ ‘  and then we’ll meet again when both our cars collide.  ’ ‘  never think i’ll make you try to stay.  ’ ‘  i don’t love you like i did yesterday.  ’ ‘  fix your eyes and get up.  ’ ‘  i never said i’d lie and wait forever.  ’ ‘  you are never coming home.  ’ ‘  if you wanted honesty that’s all you had to say.  ’ ‘  i never want to let you down or have you go.  ’ ‘  i’m not okay.  ’ ‘  for the last time, take a good hard look.  ’ ‘  when i was a young boy my father took me into the city to see a marching band.  ’ ‘  we’ll carry on.  ’ ‘  your misery and hate will kill us all.  ’ ‘  the world will never take my heart.  ’ ‘  go and try, you’ll never break me.  ’ ‘  give a cheer for the broken.  ’ ‘  teenagers scare the living shit out of me.  ’ ‘  you’re never gonna fit in much, kid.  ’

TAKING BACK SUNDAY 

‘  can’t you just forget it?  ’ ‘  i started something i couldn’t finish.  ’ ‘  if we go down, we go down together.  ’ ‘  everything i know about breaking hearts i learned from you.  ’ ‘  i’ve made long term plans based on these mistakes.  ’ ‘  don’t let it get to your head.  ’ ‘  boys like you are a dime a dozen.  ’ ‘  you’re a touch overrated.  ’ ‘  you’e a lush and i hate it.  ’ ‘  all i need to know is that i’m something you’ll be missing.  ’ ‘  maybe i should hate you for this.  ’ ‘  i’d never lie to you unless i had to.  ’ ‘  the truth is that you could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath, i’d apologize for bleeding on your shirt.  ’ ‘  you are everything i want cause you are everything i’m not.  ’ ‘  i just wanna break you down so badly in the worst way.  ’ ‘  i’m gonna make damn sure that you can’t ever leave.  ’ ‘  you won’t ever get too far from me.  ’ ‘  your lipstick, his collar… don’t bother, angel. i know exactly what goes on.  ’ ‘  will you tell all your friends you’ve got your gun to my head?  ’ ‘  that all was only wishful thinking.  ’

PANIC AT THE DISCO

‘  am i who you think about in bed?  ’ ‘  i’ve got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck.  ’ ‘  sweetie, you had me.  ’ ‘  no, no, no, you know it will always be me.  ’ ‘  i hope you didn’t expect to get all of the attention.  ’ ‘  what a shame, the poor groom’s bride is a whore.  ’ ‘  haven’t you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?  ’ ‘  i mean, technically our marriage is saved.  ’ ‘  it’s much better to face these things with a sense of poise and rationality.  ’ ‘  it’s just the end of the world.  ’ ‘  things are shaping up to be pretty odd.  ’ ‘  now i’m the only one to blame.  ’ ‘  things have changed for me, and that’s okay.  ’ ‘  northern downpour sends its love.  ’ ‘  you clicked your heels and wished for me.  ’ ‘  i know the worlds a broken bone.  ’

ALL-AMERICAN REJECTS

‘  your subtleties, they strangle me.  ’ ‘  i can’t explain myself at all.  ’ ‘  maybe it’s best you leave me alone.  ’ ‘  i can’t explain what you can’t explain.  ’ ‘  it ends tonight.  ’ ‘  when you see my face, i hope it gives you hell.  ’ ‘  truth be told, i miss you.  ’ ‘  truth be told, i miss you. and truth be told, i’m lying.  ’ ‘  if you find a man that’s worth a damn and treats you well then he’s a fool.  ’ ‘  you’ll never see what you’ve done to me.  ’ ‘  you can take back your memories, they’re no good for me.  ’ ‘  let me know what i’ve done wrong.  ’ ‘  you are the only one that needs to know.  ’ ‘  i’ll keep you my dirty little secret.  ’ ‘  don’t tell anyone or you’ll be just another regret.  ’ ‘  speak to me.  ’ ‘  when all you got to keep is strong, move along.  ’ ‘  when everything is wrong, we move along.  ’ ‘  i’m dreaming of her.  ’ ‘  the nights are long and i am left while the tears fall.  ’ ‘  did you think that i would cry on the phone?  ’ ‘  do you know what it feels like being alone?  ’ ‘  i’ll find someone new.  ’ ‘  can you help me find a way to carry on again.  ’

MAYDAY PARADE

‘  may i say i loved you more?  ’ ‘  this time we spent together was meant to last us for awhile.  ’ ‘  you’re an angel sent to save.  ’ ‘  if you go down, i go with you.  ’ ‘  let’s drink to memories we shared.  ’ ‘  before too long, you’ll be a memory.  ’ ‘  so tell me honestly, did you ever really wan this?  ’ ‘  my jealous heart can’t take that.  ’ ‘  i’ll be okay. is that what you want me to say?  ’ ‘  it’s called break-up ‘cause it’s broken.  ’ ‘  please don’t tell me that i’m dreaming.  ’ ‘  i’m throwing away pictures that i never should have taken in the first place.  ’ ‘  i’m just hoping you’re not seeing his face.  ’ ‘  it was him that took my place.  ’ ‘  even broken hearts may have their doubts.  ’ ‘  you smiled the whole way through it, i guess maybe that’s what’s worse.  ’ ‘  i hope this makes you happy now.  ’ ‘  take me home.  ’ ‘  i’d rather die than be with you.  ’ ‘  i know you’re trying your hardest.  ’ ‘  the hardest part is letting go of the nights we shared.  ’ ‘  compared to your eyes, nothing shines quite as bright.  ’ ‘  let’s not pretend like you’re alone tonight, i know he’s there.  ’ ‘  i guess that i can live without you but without you i’ll be miserable at best.  ’ ‘  without you i’ll be miserable at best.  ’ ‘  you’re all that i hoped i’d find in every single way.  ’ ‘  the hardest part of living is just taking breaths to stay.  ’ ‘  it’s been three whole days since i’ve had sleep ‘cause i dream of his lips on your cheeks.  ’ ‘  i got the point that i should leave you alone, but we both know that i’m not that strong.  ’ ‘  i miss the lips that made me fly.  ’ ‘  young love is such dumb love.  ’ ‘  you’re still out of my reach.  ’ ‘  how could i ask you to leave me?  ’ ‘  we were just kids in love.  ’ ‘  the first kiss stole the breath from my lips. why did the last one tear us apart?  ’

[mvrderofgods]

rpmemes-galore:

RANDOM QUESTIONS FOR MULTI-MUSE BLOGS 

Which muse enjoys a nice nap? : 

Which muse is the most emotional? :

Which muse can play an instrument? :

Which muse tends to bottle things up? :

Which muse is the best leader material? :

Which muse has the best singing voice? :

Which muse has the best fashion sense? :

Which muse has an insatiable sweet tooth? : 

Which muse has suffered the worst injuries? : 

Which muse would survive in an apocalypse? : 

Which muse is most likely to drunk text someone? :

Which two muses would get along well if they met? : 

Which two muses would get into a fight if they met? : 

Which muse is easiest to get into the head-space of? : 

[mvrderofgods]

☾▐ ⦙ ❛ HEADCANON oo1. (  — ❞ LAW + the nuances of old and new 

welcome to my totally unserious but actually kind of important headcanon post for my kid law. 

THE LORE ( new vs. old )

Law has been kicking around on this big blue marble for a long long time. In his main American Gods verse, gods are born by mankind, once they give them shape and name and power that’s when they Become. There are countless gods said to have created the earth but for all gods with sufficient following to exist that can’t possibly be true. as such. Gods only came into being when their religious systems were created. 

The difference between new gods and old ( at least to this mun ) is that you’ll see the old gods are actual gods with religions with names to them, whereas the new gods are Aspects or Concepts given shape and form and power because people believe in them. For example; globalization is a movement and an actuality rather than a belief system, thus the power that Mr. World has. Media and TB are the same. They have power because they are GIVEN power, freely with no strings attached. 

the new gods are a passive belief system, the athiests gods, the gods for the lazier less superstitious people of today, no sacrifices, no houses of worship, all people have to do is pay attention, give them Time. 

Law for all that he’s ancient is more similar to the New Gods than the old, he’s grown in an organic way, changed by the people rather than forcing a change upon himself to stay relevant. Which is why a lot of the old gods don’t want to Upgrade. To upgrade is to give away a chunk of your power, a chunk of your self control, it’s To Be Changed, not to change yourself. 

this post is long af but worth the read i promise !!

Keep reading

[mvrderofgods]

                   BRINGING THIS BACK TO ADD:             seriously new gods could be considered anything that operates the same way the law does. the way media does, TB and world.      aka         so long as it only has power when it’s given power it could be a new god. as said above, law’s have power only because people give them power, and it’s not    LINEAR    one of law’s children is   CRIME    because without laws there is no crime. one of his children is    PROPAGANDA      because more often than not it’s media shaped and controlled under the governmental body.     

              IN THIS VEIN:                   my upcoming oc,       LUCK        has power only if people   believe    only if people give them power.  

[realitv]

                 I   THINK   I   WOULD   RATHER   BE   A  MAN                  THAN      A      GOD.      WE     DON’T     NEED                 ANYONE   TO   BELIEVE   IN   US.   WE   JUST                 KEEP GOING ANYHOW. IT’S WHAT WE DO. 

[joeqvinns]

“I think I want to be in love with you but I don’t know how.”

— Angela Carter, The Magic Toyshop (via wordsnquotes)

[loliconprince-deactivated201812]

making ppl u hate mad is almost erotic

[shwit]

Send me a ☁ for a voice recording and tell what you want me to say