Bitter Mercy

[[RP Blog for the Daedric Prince of Madness, Sheogorath of The Elder Scrolls series. Affiliated with Città Alveare. Currently ranked as a Citizen Housed in A-1 Unlocked abilities are listed in the 'Threads' page.]] [[WARNING: This character will make light of common triggering topics. Please read About and Rules for more information.]]

[xanny]

What the hell does this mean!

[punlich]

Depression Tips

Kill the gods and eat their flesh to rise above human chemicals into horrifying immortality

[nirvanasoul785]

by Margriet Smulders

[princeofthemadhouse]

sanguinaryprince:

          What the actual fuck? Looked like the fool had more under his sleeve than he originally thought but then again… The vampire scowled, The World withdrew his fists, clearly confused as to how this old man managed to lean so far back to avoid his punches, as fast as they were. There was just a small, concerned “Muda?” From the gilded warrior, red eyes looking down at Sheogorath. He had one job and that was punch the person who assaulted his user. Dio obviously prickling with fury, two large hands went down on those wide shoulders.

          Almost reassuringly.

          “What do you…” Dio’s head popped up, amber eyes narrowed sharply as he looked down on the mad god. “So you can see it.”

🙞                                                                                                                      🙝        ❝ 𝓘 t? ❞ He barks a laugh, breaking from His dramatic pose to dare to approach the hulking vision. ❝ Shouldn’t expect much more from spawn like you. I’ve collaborated to bring to life mounds of stitched together flesh and still called Gatekeeper ‘them’. ❞ What’s he doing to The World? Placing a hand right on their pectoral is what. Sheogorath may no be mentally sound but He’s not stupid. This likely isn’t going to end well but when else is He going to get this opportunity?

❝ Tell me, Dio. Were they supposed to be invisible? Or! I like this one better. Only a certain few can see them. That sounds more accurate from your intonation. ❞ The Daedra has to do another spine defying lean to stare Dio in the eye. ❝ You see, I’ve been afforded one of my more important powers by our landlords in the sky.

[princeofthemadhouse]

scrapfragger:

Scary, wasn’t he? Junkrat usually expects this sort of treatment from those he assumes rich–but this took it to borderline Hog scary. His naturally toothy grin falls, twitching at the corners, desperate to find reasons to see this situation as funny.

His mouth opens to retaliate with something snarky, but yet again he’s caught speechless–and soon blind from the coat draped over him. Was this guy for real? Whatever. He wanted to try it on and by Gods is he gonna make it work.

As stated, the sleeves barely cover most of his arms, and Junkrat doesn’t even bother looking for sleeves, zippers, or what have you on this thing. He’s just ecstatic that asking even worked!

“ OI, HOG, CHECK ME OUT-! ”

Instinctively, he pivots on his one shoe’s heel, expecting the towering big lug behind shadowing him…

“ Oh… Roight. Uh… WELL ANYWAYS, CHECK ME OUT! Don’t oi look flashy, fancy, fantastic! ”

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      ❝ 𝔜 ou look utterly ridiculous. Turns out that’s an excellent style choice for you! ❞ He titters, using his cane to lean dramatically around Junkrat to peek behind him. ❝ Who’s hog!? Where’s the pig? Unless you’re talking about a selfish wretch. There are plenty of those around here! ❞

Huh! Nothing there. Unless they’re invisible. Or he’s just not supposed to see them! That’s been happening often!

[princeofthemadhouse]

cyberneticscientist:

“ I agree. We’ll be in severe trouble if that is the case. ”

      Was that a chuckle that just reverberated from him? Was that a hand gently patting his shoulder and sliding off it while walking ahead?

      Seemed so–but thankfully Samuel stops, waiting for the now-walking-backwards Prince to go ahead before continuing his slow pace. There’s a lot of question he needs and wants answered, but asking all at once might result in more riddles.

“Vaguely. I recall being given more questions than answers–so allow me to ask you again, Sheogorath… Who is Jyggalag? You appear incredibly concerned about his and his army’s arrival. ”

🙞                                                                                                                      🙝       𝔚 here are they going? Best to follow Samuel while He talks or they’ll be lost for hours. That would be good fun to be sure! But He’s in the middle of something. Something. Yes! Rhymes! No, wait, close! Sheo hurries back to Sammy’s side. ❝ Jyggalag is that tutor who took the doodles you worked on during your lessons and tore them up. The Daedric Prince of No Fun. That’s not true. Order is His domain. Not the tidy desk kind of order mind you. Drab uniformity. Lack of individuality. Lifeless! ❞ Sheogorath stops His marching to break His cane over His knee with bared teeth. ❝ DAEDRIC PRINCE OF STODGY! ❞

     The two piece clatter into the street where Sheo throws them, gesturing wildly around them. ❝ What about this place is orderly? I dare say He won’t be stopping for chat and a corn dog. With mustard and ketchup? Divine. ❞ He sighs dreamily at the thought. He could go for a snack. Talking. T A L K I N G. He’s! Not done yet?! He puffs out His cheeks to maybe push the topic back up into His head. ❝ RrrrrIGHT! He’ll level it. All of it. I would know because He’d done it to my Realm over and over and over and over and over-- ❞ His stomach growls, getting Him moving at a reasonable pace again and wiping away the dawning existential horror from His face.

      ❝ And when I say He’ll level it I mean He won’t because you and me, we’re putting a stop to it! ❞ He says with determination. ❝ You’ve done all the necessary ritual to win my favor, all the indirect attention, leaving your dwelling unlocked, wordless offerings, so you’ve earned to honor of collaborating! ❞

[cheesebakedrice]

i am both moods at the same time

[princeofthemadhouse]

[[This keeps happening so I’ll make a post about it:

If I reply to the comment you added using the ‘reply’ function, thereby making the interaction into a thread, please do not use the ‘reply’ function on that thread I just created for us. If you want to interact, just reblog it with your reply.

Maybe someone could shed some light on why people do this, but all I can think of is they don’t want our interaction on their dash. They don’t want to be seen interacting with my character, which is hurtful. Shrugs loudly.]]

[princeofthemadhouse]

sanguinaryprince:

          “One alive mortal and 50 dollars.”

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❝ That’s all? ❞ He scoffs but dawning realization of a new and possibly complicating factor comes to mind puffs His cheeks out. The Prince blows a raspberry to let out the pent up breath. What if Samuel found out?  ❝ Not a problem. You’ll have your dinner and pocket change soon enough! ❞ It could be a big problem. Why let Dio know that?

[princeofthemadhouse]

sanguinaryprince replied to your post:       �� e hurls His cane as hard as He can which...

“If you want a fight you need to pay me first.”

❝ 𝔗 hat’s idiotic! I punched you for free! ❞ He grumbles and crosses His arms over His chest. ❝ The price. What is it? ❞

[princeofthemadhouse]

      𝓗 e hurls His cane as hard as He can which means He’s never going to find it again. ❝ ugh you two are WORTHLESS!  ❞

[princeofthemadhouse]

actuallymuffet replied to your post:       ❝ �� HE FIRST ONE TO MAKE THE OTHER BLEED...

“What if I don’t have blood?”

❝ 𝔚 hatever fluids are running through all those limbs will do! NOW, GO MAKE AN OLD DAEDRA PROUD!❞

[princeofthemadhouse]

      ❝ 𝔗 HE FIRST ONE TO MAKE THE OTHER BLEED GETS A FAVOR FROM YOUR’S TRULY! GIVE US A SHOW ALREADY! ❞

[princeofthemadhouse]

[sanguinaryprince]

@princeofthemadhouse

For a starter (possibly from this)

               No one dares walk up and throw a punch at Dio! No one! Not even some mad god from a realm unknown, but that didn’t stop the vampire from hissing his displeasure from the surprise assault. It stung, but his rage overpowered the pain as it always had. Bringing himself to full height as he looked down his nose at Sheogorath, The World fading into existence behind him, two large hands settled on the vampire’s shoulders as it rose above him, also gazing down at the prince.

             “You’re getting too comfortable with this, fool. This is the last time I’m letting you get away with it,” Dio growled, amber eyes narrowed sharply. Without another word, The World lashed out.

[princeofthemadhouse]

      𝓗 ere He thought Dio would be a good sport about it. The taller Dio straightens himself, the wider Sheo’s eyes become. The vampire’s terrible posture does a grand job of hiding how big he truly is. A surprise body popping out has Him pursing His lips in awe. ❝ Big enough to hide a whole extra boy in there! ❞ He let’s slip aloud before He’s forced to lean gracefully out of the way.

     Just like that, He learned what He’d wanted to know. A change came over Him between the fit He had yesterday and waking up this morning. Gone is the bumbling Sheogorath barely able to maneuver a pair of chopsticks. 

[d3dans]

If Samuel Hayden wore pants would he wear them like this? 

or this??

[princeofthemadhouse]

      ❝ 𝔜 ou called, King Knight? What’s this about a hole? ❞