COME AND SEE

Independant 'Death' RP Blog When the Lamb opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature say, "Come and see!" I looked and there before me was a pale horse! Its rider was named Death, and Hell was following close behind him....

[secretmiyavi]

MIYAVI - “In Crowd” feat. Seann Bowe + Lia Kim

[prettylittledeath]

So I am finally going to get this together - change the theme and write out verse and character information. Be patient and I hope to see you all again soon!

[prettylittledeath]

Does anyone know of or do themes for commission?? I am very interested in getting a new theme for this blog.

[prettylittledeath]

So I have plans to REVIVE this blog and Death and just throwing this out there...but I kind of want Death to meet Void!Stiles....

[prettylittledeath]

wow - been awhile huh? 

[prettylittledeath]

[ xpyrros]

❝Still such a brute as ever before, aren’t we , brother? Come on... S M I L E.❞

[black-quadrant]

things i wish for you in 2016:

to do one thing that’s been scaring you all of 2015

to find happiness and peace with your looks

financial luck and prosperity

confidence in what you like to do

to meet wonderful people

to get to know your friends even better

to fall in love with something you never knew existed

for the strength to put all the crap behind you

to make more room for yourself

a fresh start, if you need it

a good life

[omnipotenceisoverrated]

                ❝ —— Well  I hope you  don’t mind if I have                 some I feel like I’m going to  NEED  it. Yeah                 well it helps  when you’re in a  business like                 mine  not  to  annoy  people.  People  aren’t                 going to want your services if you’re rude to                 them,  unless  they’re  desperate,  and  then                 you’re just being an asshole. ❞  

[prettylittledeath]

             ❝And what business is that? Color me rather curious.              But I can not say I have had any business that has              not been out of desperation. I am also sure though              that my reputation is somewhat...similar to being as              you said , an ‘asshole’.❞

[insanebygrief-deactivated202404]

             ———–    the grin that plastered on the other’s features was what BOTHERED HIM THE MOST.  especially with the fact that he was the one TRESPASSING in his own apartment,  acting as though he had a key and this was just a NORMAL OCCURRENCE.  frustration was growing on his nerves,  but it also raised on his body temperature.

                             while the schizophrenia that lay inside his head often had displayed HALLUCINATIONS in various types of forms,  it PUZZLED him on the count of knowledge regarding taking medication   (   and the fact that this one was a NEW FACE and voice.   )

                             ❛   m’not religious.   ❜  he begins,  swallowing thickly,  an evidently clear message that he was willing to LISTEN TO THE OTHER   –   for answers.   ❛   so,  if your expecting m'to recite knowledge regarding the last pages of that bible shit, it’s not happening.   ❜

[prettylittledeath]

         ❝You see now , THAT is what is wrong with you all.❞ His words             were almost glee-ful. The image that perhaps he could be slapping             his knee and leaning for-ward with the type of excitement to explain             all the reasons. He did none of those {the grinning and his eyes spoke               enough} , but merely chose to lean further back. Make himself more                 comfortable.             ❝You have forgotten what you should REALLY be afraid of. You                         humans were GIVEN a warning. A chance to be prepared and               all you had to do was have a little FAITH.❞             Death was actually quite amused. He spoke it all with such a lit             to his voice that he found it the most funny thing - as if some sort             of joke and he mused the other could appreciate a good joke.            And suddenly Death was CLOSER - leaning in to-ward Josh.           Appeared from just across the room (would his grin never falter?)            ❝You are wondering...if I am a hallucination -❞ A tap of his finger           to the side of the others head - pulling back and LAUGHING.           He wouldn’t touch the other TO long. There was no desire to           HURT Josh , he was to interested and curious to see how this           one would turn out.           ❝But I’m not. I am something you fear...or don’t at all. You know...❞             A pause , cut of his eyes to the floor and brow pulled together as if             he were thinking. ❝I am not sure with you anymore.❞

[insanebygrief-deactivated202404]

           ———–    hands were POCKETED inside his worn out hoodie   –   gaining familiar status with the softness that was laced inside of it.  while it seemed INNOCENT ENOUGH,  almost as if he was WILLING to give the other a chance to EXPLAIN himself,  what was actually happening was the male’s act to grabbing his cell phone to call the POLICE   (   or really anyone  ;  he wasn’t on FRIENDLY TERMS with the police department as of recent   )

                               and then comes the eye roll to indicate the straight up ANNOYANCE with the other.  tongue darts out once more to run across bottom lip,  but as before,  it falls INSTANTLY DRY and his hand slips out of his hoodie,  holding onto the cellular device as if his LIFE HAD DEPENDED on it.

                                     "   i’m callin’ the fucking police.  so,  either EXPLAIN yourself or go to jail.   “

[prettylittledeath]

             He watched Josh. Grinning and ticking his              head to the side. Someone was getting DESPERATE.               Death always found such to be AMUSING.               To watch humans struggle and cling , and               then plead. Desperation drove men mad and               to such interesting lengths. And his grinning -               tapping at his chin with two fingers , looking               thoroughly like nothing more than a                                                HIGH SCHOOL BOY                  , must have been EXTREMELY frustrating.               ❝Do you REALLY want this cities finest beating                on your door? Looking even MORE insane when                there is NO ONE here?❞ Now his sigh was...BORED.                Leaning back into the couch and STARING DOWN                the other , not a flinch from such a threat and wasn’t                THAT funny? ❝ANSWER the question. What do you                know about the final chapters?❞ 

[prettylittledeath]

RP Partner: imagine this...

Me: what hell are you about to put me through

[insanebygrief-deactivated202404]

             ———–    ❛   oh,  no,  SORRY.  i had that one confused with the DUMBEST QUESTION in existence.   –   YES,  that is the obvious one.   ❜   while sarcasm had dripped upon every word that the young adult had spewed from his mouth,  there was evidence of ANGER attempting to being subdued.  violence was always his quickest thought to run to,  so maybe he should STOP while he’s still able to.

                                 then PARANOIA sets onto his nerves when the other speaks his name.  tongue darts out to dance along his bottom lip only for it to fall INSTANTLY DRY in a mere matter of seconds.  there’s a hard swallow in his throat,  and he takes a CAUTIOUS STEP forward.

                                                                                         ❛   how do you know m'name   ?   ❜

[prettylittledeath]

              His grin seemed to WIDEN - boyish almost ,               FUN even if not for those black eyes. Laughing              again as the other got annoyed then angry. ‘Death’              didn’t understand human emotion FULLY. They were              such.....simple creatures when compared to he and his              brothers. The felt SO MUCH and wasn’t that just fun to              watch? He knew anger and desperation and PANIC , oh              so very well.

             Body leaned for-ward - his presence was              consuming , filled a space and took it over with something              cold. ❝ Are you very religious , Josh? ❞ Another slow tilt of              his head -looking , watching.....assessing. Not answering him              just yet.  ❝ Do you believe in god , the bible?❞

[insanebygrief-deactivated202404]

            —––     and he’s TAKEN ABACK by the other’s laughter that came from within.  lips went agape out of OFFENSIVE to the other   –   moving,  laughing,  talking as though he has lived here for more than a COUPLE MONTHS,  if that.  his hand that was clutching on DEAR LIFE removed,  to run across his face and a GROAN transpires in the back of his throat,   ❛   how about the most fuckin’ OBVIOUS one   ?   how the hell did you get in here   ?   ❜

[prettylittledeath]

              ❝ Is that the obvious one?❞ He is....curious               about JOSH. And DEATH has a tendency to               LINGER around those who have stroked his curiosity.               The boy is ODD. He attracted death to him much before               the actual horseman paid a visit and that is of course WHY.              Josh has  come up more than once , twice and that is always                curious. His head tilts and that maddening grin his still there.                            ❝ I simply....showed up ❞ . Perhaps for old times he should have              used the door. ❝ Here to feed my curiosity , Josh. Because I am              VERY curious. ❞  

[oppressi]

 ‘ peachy, really. i came here wanting little to nothing    from new orleans, yet i find myself patching it up.                             silly isn’t it?’

[prettylittledeath]

              ❝ —— Perhaps you have a talent for              cleaning up after your brother. And just              maybe you take after me. But am I to ply              you with compliments all night? Welcome              me to YOUR city.❞

[insanebygrief-deactivated202404]

             ———–    ❛   FUCK  !!   ❜   letting out a rather HIGH PITCHED swear word, he takes a RELUCTANT step backwards   (   which causes his back to touch the door to his apartment   )   with a hand CLUTCHING at his hoodie to where his heart was to lie.  his breathing became IRREGULAR,  and it takes momentarily seconds before he regains some form of MANLY STYLE.   ❛   why the fuck are you in my apar   –   how the fuck   –   ?   ❜

[prettylittledeath]

               ❝ —— How so very elequent .❞  And he watches the other ,                 much to amused. Grinning and eyes (they are far to black -                 always so B L A C K) watching with that very amusement.                 He is always amused though , always.......HAPPY. Maybe                 that is the most disturbing part of it all really. But he is there -                 right at home and LAUGHING. ❝ Which shall I answer first?❞

[omnipotenceisoverrated]

                ❝ —— Honestly, I’m not sure  what the                 standard etiquette for this is, or even if                 there is one, but can I get you a DRINK,                 I guess? ❞  

[prettylittledeath]

               ❝So NICE for you to offer. But pointless.                  and I can’t say I much like it for the taste.                   ———— But again , so lovely to see                    someone still with some etiquette  ❞

[prettylittledeath]

@klaus-sadisticandcareless What was it so long ago that made him so curious about THAT particular family? He doesn’t consider it much outside is own boredom and the witch had made an interesting proposition. But he wonders with all the TROUBLE they have caused him , if they were even worth it. The closest thing to CHILDREN he may ever have and it felt much like parenting. Keeping them in line - REMINDING them of their own possible ends. Death had pulled them from purgatory , saved them and cast out the devil himself in an effort to clean up their mess --- HIS mess. ‘ I haven’t heard any news with your name attached to it. The quite is...curious. ‘ A grin - he had a way of popping up , appearing to them with no warning and making himself at  home within their own.