THE MOST DANGEROUS THING IS TO LOVE.

immortal oc. written by robyn. 

[rbhvleo]

self destruction is an interesting thing!

[subtubitles]

[simply-quotes-deactivated202002]

When my old life died, it didn’t go quietly. It detonated.

Christina Lauren, Beautiful Stranger (via simply-quotes)

[oldhector]

everyone loves that stupid “i’ll take care of you / it’s rotten work / not to me. not if it’s you” quote without realising they were cousins huh

[oldhector]

i was tagged by @99centspells to do this cute lil icon maker god knows when but i’ve just seen it and i love it so i went overboard (naturally). here’s me, hector, sof, and cas. the only relevant ocs i have

[recked]

[weltenwellen]

Anne Sexton, from “Letters To Dr. Y.”, The Complete Poems

[oldhector]

if ive been genuinely so bored of life for like..... the last 9 years or so.... how bad would it get for my guy hector like oh my god

[oldhector]

❝ are you dead ? ❞

prompted. // @eatchaos

blood spewed unapologetically from his mouth, staining his clothes on its way to the floor. was he dead? not yet. was he dying? perhaps. oh god, perhaps, and there would only be more of them once the door gave way.

trapped in a building with a little girl for protection, swarms of the undead screaming outside. the door would break. she would die. he would die. he’d regenerate. he’d die again. they’d never get their fill of his flesh. hector would become the new prometheus. hell, wasn’t he delivering the answer to humanity’s problems to those who would be able to wield it? maybe he was the new prometheus. how fucking terrible.

this didn’t happen every time, so probably he wasn’t as close to death as he thought he was despite the grotesque neck wound, but hector stood, stared across the room, and concentrated. he willed himself to live. he held his breath, allowing the tissue to heal faster (or so he pictured in his mind). 

“we need to move,” god it sounded awful. something between an aggressive cold, and not having spoken a word for weeks. croaky. unhealthy, to say the least. he cleared his throat, wiped the blood from his mouth, and started walking.

then he started running.

[oldhector]

❝ isn’t she lovely ? ❞ / he holds up . one of his cats .

prompted. // @outlawsaviour

the animal in question stares up at him with big eyes. big, bored, feline eyes. memories of mountain cats stalking him in the darkness enter his mind for but a second, only to vanish just as quickly. as always, he’s curious about that fleeting recollection. what year was it? what had he been wearing? he’d seen many wild, fearsome cats before. just how ancient had his thought been?

he estimated near past. something like 1810 perhaps. he doesn’t think he cared entirely if it had got him, so hector must have been traveling alone.

with chin slightly drawn back, now, he nods. “oh yeah,” is his unenthusiastic reply. “just great. got a name?” does he mean the cat or the lad? hard to tell.

[oldhector]

[to the tune of the country boy i love you vine] hector jones i love youuuahhh

[madmen-caps]

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                                               ∼ 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ∼

[weltenwellen]

Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

[divinitysquander]

AMERICAN GODS SENTENCE STARTERS

episode six - a murder of gods.

❝ you saved me. thank you. ❞

❝ you already know my name. ❞

❝ what are they ? ❞

❝ oh motherfucker, you never just answer a fucking question ! ❞

❝ that’s not a question, ___ , a question would be: what do you believe you saw ? ❞

❝ i don’t know what i believe. ❞

❝ it was a warning to me, and a sacrifice to them. ❞

❝ sacrifice ? like –– like what, for –– for a god ? ❞

❝ what’s a god ? can we even know they exist ? people believe things, which means they’re real. that means we know they exist. so what came first ? gods ? or the people who believed in them ? ❞

❝ where was all this before i met you ? ❞

❝ there’s always a window. but people are frightened to look through it. it’s safer in the prison cell. ❞

❝ we’re not safe now. ❞

❝ who are you ? ❞

❝ i believe in some things. ❞

❝ your wife obviously has a temper. not used to getting her way, huh ? ❞

❝ your dearly departed has departed and i suggest we should do the same. ❞

❝ was she a ghost ? i mean, do you think you saw a ghost ? ❞

❝ you know, you’re not questioning any of this. i’m questioning everything right now. ❞

❝ i’m not so young nor so narrow to assume the dead are dead, and there’s no spectrum or spectral in between. in my experience, the dead that aren’t rarely come back without purpose. ❞

❝ her purpose was to let you go, now get in. ❞

❝ now you’ve seen who’s after us, and you know what they’re capable of. you can hang around here if you want, but i’m getting out of here. ❞

❝ fuck ! where the fuck is my car ! ❞

❝ yes, it does belong to the dead woman, i am the dead woman. where’s my fucking car ? ❞

❝ first piece of luck i’ve had in days. ❞

❝ worse things out tonight than you. ❞

❝ isn’t she lovely ? ❞

❝ i’ve done the math. this times that equals you’re a cunt, divided by the only way i’m gonna get what i need is if you give it to me equals the only way you’re gonna give it to me is if you don’t need it. ❞

❝ like my friend jesus christ, the only thing you need, ___ , is resurrection. ❞

❝ did you just name drop jesus christ like you know a guy who knows a guy ? ❞

❝ i can be very convincing. ❞

❝ is this you being convincing now ? because you suck at it. ❞

❝ i’m trying to convince you to live. real living. not whatever rot living this is. ❞

❝ why don’t you put that on your fucking scales and weigh it ? ❞

❝ what the fuck are you ? i mean, what the fuck are any of you, but first, tell me, what the fuck are you ? seriously, what the fuck are you ?! ❞

❝ please stop stealing my cab. ❞

❝ i have been traveling in the direction of mecca for days, looking for a jinn. ❞

❝ i’ll tell you where to find a whole murder of gods, demi and otherwise. every god damned one of them. ❞

❝ i know a charm that can lift grief from a grieving heart. ❞

❝ do you know a charm that can stop bleeding ? ❞

❝ i know a charm that can cure sickness and pain and a charm that can turn away the weapons of enemies. i know a charm that can heal with a touch. ❞

❝ excuse the cold hands. ❞

❝ there’s always been a god shaped hole in man’s head. trees were the first to fill it. ❞

❝ mr. wood was the trees, mr. wood was the forest. see, he was a very old god who saw something very new. he saw a god fearing society turn towards complete industrialization. so what did he do ? he sacrificed his trees, he sacrificed his forest, and he became something else. ❞

❝ well, at this stage it’s ‘we’ll see’, or, ‘time will tell’, but if it’ll rest your weary head, then yeah, it’s gone. ❞

❝ religion inspires in those who fear nothing, fear of the gods, and using that fear requires a certain element of fucked up. ❞

❝ i’m not scared of anything anymore. ❞

❝ i’m scared you’re never gonna shut that flapping hole of yours. i’m sitting here having a fucking anxiety attack because i am genuinely terrified that you are never gonna shut the fuck up. ❞

❝ did you kill ___ ? i won’t tell. ❞

❝ my name is ___. or … it was ___. i do not know what my name is now. ❞

❝ i just realized that i’m never gonna see my mother again. i’m never gonna hear her say my name again. i’m never gonna eat her cooking again. ❞

❝ are you dead ? ❞

❝ this is my afterlife, ___. ❞

❝ did you pray for another life ? ❞

❝ i do not pray to ask god for things. i pray to thank god, for bringing me where i am. to this time, to this place, where i finally know what i must do in this life. ❞

❝ i pray i find ___. he is my afterlife. i knew him. we knew each other. and now i wish to know more. ❞

❝ people will defend the warm safe feeling their america gives them. they will defend it with bullets. ❞

❝ less a funeral than a celebration of a sacrifice. ❞

❝ if i know my friend, somebody got tossed into the volcano. ❞

❝ this was a human sacrifice ? ❞ 

❝ that’s him. head of the crowd. the one they flock to. ❞

❝ please, go in peace. ❞

❝ what rock did you crawl out from under ? ❞

❝ playing a little hide and seek. hiding from the proverbial them, and seeking … you. ❞

❝ i need you to believe in me. ❞

❝ i’ve heard your name on the wind. ❞

❝ we’re at war already, and we’re losing. you, me, all of us. they’re taking honey from our mouths. ❞

❝ i have no use for shame. ❞

❝ it’s easier to pass for the living in the dark, if i felt the need to pass. ❞

❝ your heart’s not beating for this life anymore, ___. this life is done. ❞

❝ that doesn’t obligate him to feel shit. ❞

❝ perhaps i misjudged the kiss. ❞

❝ death do us part, take the fucking hint. he’s gone. your man came, saw you, tasted death on your tongue, and he fucking left. ❞

❝ your kind of love, ___, is the worst kind of love of them all. you can love somebody even when you know they don’t like it. even when you know they don’t want it. ❞

❝ that’s some profound fucking knowledge for you right there, wrapped up in a quaint sexual metaphor. ❞

❝ people do tend to behave if they know they’re being watched. they like being watched. ❞

❝ somebody’s watching. somebody’s always watching. ❞

❝ what did you do to become the god of this little universe that you’ve created ? ❞

❝ you’re no stranger to sacrifice. ❞

❝ they don’t sacrifice anymore. not to me. ❞

❝ you could always sacrifice yourself. you’ve done it before. ❞

❝ you ever see a man hanged, ___ ? throat crushed, gasping for life. it’s a terrible way to find your faith. faith doesn’t have to leave the faithful dangling. ❞

❝ you are what you worship. ❞

❝ the power of fire is firepower. ❞

❝ not god, but godlike. and they believe. ❞

❝ god bless the believers. ❞

❝ i’ll make you a blade worthy of a god. ❞

❝ i know who he is, and who he’s always been. i can depend on that. ❞

❝ you’re not here at the moment. you’re distracted. i wonder why. ❞

❝ she’s out in the cold, but … she doesn’t feel it anymore. or maybe … maybe it’s all she feels, now. ❞

❝ they make blood sacrifices to you. ❞

❝ you could use a blood sacrifice. ❞

❝ you sold us out. ❞

❝ you saw what i was. i was a story people forgot to remember to tell. and they gave me a gun. they put power back in my hands. and i gotta tell you; it feels good. ❞

❝ i never needed my religion to be moral. ❞

❝ moralizing religions are materialistic ones. they all need their martyrs. ❞

❝ i’m laying down a curse. i’m cursing the whole fucking thing. ❞

❝ god is great. ❞

❝ life is great. ❞

[angstmemes]

First-Time Interaction starter sentences

“I realise you don’t know me, but please help me, I think I’m going to pass out.” “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I saw someone put something in your drink. You didn’t drink from it already, did you?” “I got robbed and have no way of getting home. They got my phone, so I can’t call anyone. Could I please borrow your phone?” “Shit! Sorry, I didn’t see you there… Are you okay?” “Charlie! Imagine seeing you here!– Oh. Wait, you aren’t Charlie…” “Excuse me, I was looking to get my girlfriend a bra, could you help me– You’re not the shop assistant, are you?” “Watch out for that truck!” “Is this your wallet?” “You look very different to your profile picture…” “Look out where you’re going, asshole!” “Did you see that?! He had a gun.” “Are you the girl/guy from So You Think You Can Dance?!” “Err– I’m sorry to interrupt, but I was just walking behind you and I think you must have sat in something…” “I know I don’t know you and this might sound really strange, but do you have a room or a spare settee or something I could crash on? I could pay you… I just… I really need someone to help me out right now.” “HELP ME!” “Oh my god, are you okay? I’m calling the police. I think I saw who did this to you.” “Are you alright? You look really pale.” “The whole street is blocked off. The police won’t tell us anything, but I think there’s been some kind of attack… Maybe a bomb?” ”Have you lost something? Can I help?” “Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?”.

[oldhector]

all im saying is that at the first sign of interactive extraterrestrial life, hector is jumping on board a space ship and leaving earth. man is TIRED! his biggest fear is being the last surviving person alive, so at least in space, he’ll have spacey alien friends and can kind of live with it

also he’s very curious to know if he’d survive being spaced or if the gods would finally have pity on him and just end him like that

what he DOESNT want to happen, and which does happen when stuck underwater or in rubble or whatever, is for him to begin regenerating but unable to complete, and have his consciousness return. oh, to be a conscious pile of human remains, what a life!