HIS FLESH IS A GARDEN OF MOURNING / HE HAS DIED A THOUSAND DEATHS / CUTS HIMSELF ON HIS OWN THORNS / HE HAUNTS THE GROVES. / WRITTEN BY MASON.

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HIS FLESH IS A GARDEN OF MOURNING / HE HAS DIED A THOUSAND DEATHS / CUTS HIMSELF ON HIS OWN THORNS / HE HAUNTS THE GROVES. / WRITTEN BY MASON.
in light of recent events. the only blog i feel comfortable on is my blog for MANDY from the grim adventures of billy and mandy. she’s my go to feel good muse. so catch me on @reapermaiden
in light of recent events. the only blog i feel comfortable on is my blog for MANDY from the grim adventures of billy and mandy. she’s my go to feel good muse. so catch me on @reapermaiden
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she be made of mysteries & mischief , a hurricane of cherry - bomb hair & ruby red nails , heeled feet swung o’er the window ledge of a crumbling building ; digits rummage through the satchel at her side , a tube of cherries removed . top is popped off , the cherries pressing gently to lower lip & gliding smoothly . ( here stands this saccharine sleuth , an expert in her field , but amateur to so many ! ) verdant hues glance sideways , corners of slightly - parted lips turning upwards . ❝ you’re boring —————- don’t just stand there . y’should come in . it’s interesting . ❞ / @spectralhymns
dark eyes are transfixed on the girl , alluring as she makes simple lipstick seem interesting . hums quietly to himself as he quietly follows behind her . wouldn’t want to be called BORING again . but this isn’t why he follows so willingly . there’s spiritual activity in this building , the dead are screaming his name . fingers fidget in his hoodie pocket , he’s trying not to scratch at his skin . damned anxiety . ❛ what do you think we’ll find ? ❜ apart from the DEAD DEAD DEAD , he wants to add on . but doesn’t , the dead are HIS burden . not hers .
♡ + the underworld. B)
THE UNDERWORLD.
Regarding the underworld, Mallory has never stepped inside more than what is required of him to do so. As a guide, Mallory’s task is to guide the malevolent and violent spirits down to the underworld. But, he does not need to venture in. He simply takes them to the gates of Hades and lets cerberus keep them until someone comes to help guide them through. Cerberus is rather friendly toward him, on occasion he’ll stay with the dogs for a while. Again, he does NOT venture in. He simply does not WANT to. He wants to avoid his father at all costs. Though he is fully knowledgeable about the underworld, it’s various locations, and it’s inhabitants. Mallory doesn’t welcome there, he just doesn’t. It always makes him feel anxious. Seeing as though he has no relationship with his father, He doesn’t stay around the place for conversation. Regarding the other gods that reside / frequently visit the underworld. (such as hermes, persephone, thanatos, hekate, melinoe etc.), he has only spoken / interacted with a few. Primarily Hekate ( @sorcelle ) , for she has visited him since his childhood. He considers her to be his aunt. Regarding Persephone, he respects her but avoids her as well due to the fact he is the child of her husband who cheated on her with lourdes ( mallorys’ mother ). He is friendly towards hermes, though he has not met thanatos and other underworld gods ( including his father ) .
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Play with his hair while his heads in your lap until he falls asleep when he comes home from bad days
mason, playing as batman and superman in injustice / highlights
i am the BIG BUFF DADDY ( me : pls dont call urself buff daddy )
bitch i am the BATDADY ( me : this i will allow )
BIG DICK BATDADDY ( me : this is not what i agreed too ) it was in the terms and conditions ( it was not )
im sorry i gotta beat yo ass. i’m sorry and i love you
fuck me in my wood plank pussy
if you touch me AGAIN with your tentacles im going to fuck you with them
*screams about how wonder woman is not a rebound to superman for five solid minutes*
OH SHIT BATMAN JUST STABBED AQUAMAN IN THE LEG WITH HIS OWN TRIDENT … batman aint no pussy
can i skip this ?
rest in peace hal jorden
yeah fucking CLARK
i have to beat up the flash now … i’m sorry i love you berry
all those punches aint gonna do SHIT you know who i am? i’m superpapi
kaRA YOU WONT THERE WHEN HE LOST LOIS ! SHUT THE FUCK UP
FUCKUNG GET AWAY FROM ME IM BITING MY NAILS
( i assume ur having fun?) no
THIS IS BULLSHIT
kara ur not my cousin anymore
EAT MY ASS
WHAT THE FUCK
batman this is why your parents died ( this is not why ) YES IT IS
come here lemme talk you .. lemme talk, lemme talk JUST LEMME TALK TO YOU -
*crying nosies*
GET FUCKED
god hates superman
SUPERMAN YOU WORTHLESS SHIT
suck my alternative dick
what THE FUCK ever
@spectralhymns
I’m CRYING
▲ :~)
he, air of life and death, exhales with the switch. reborn body fluid like the nile waters, made to move at the beckon of his pull. mallory’s thighs are firm, bottom slotted ‘tween their closed gap and legs draped o’er one. smiling face flourishes at the sensation ‘gainst his back. cool hands that rub up and down have his spine arching, head tilted back till curls grace the nape of his neck and his throat his bared. jaw slack, a breath-filled groan rising from deep within the pits of his lungs. deft fingers grasp at the hem of mallory’s top, nails scraping the fabric with a dainty shiver that courses through holy hips. the man’s name, like aged chants that are sung through hallowed halls, fills his head!
‘ ——— this is good. … mm. ’ an absent answer, face starlit with contentment. the son of rival death! a greek, a demigod. yet, his worship made full empty offering plates and hymn-less halls. mallory made his deadened parts livened, praised. what would he do without him? doom lingered in a dusty, coffin-laden future, but the present prevails. a broad smile down at him. ‘ your touch. ’ nose ‘gainst nose, feather-light. ‘ … your kiss. ’ lips brush softly, lower lip dragged ‘cross mallory’s upper.
PULL A GOD ONTO YOUR LAP. / always open !
I adore MAL thROUGH AND THROUGH EVERY ASPECT OF HIS BACK STORY AND CHARACTER YOU CLEARLY PUT EFFORT INTO AND ARE SO CREATIVE WITH! I love your boy and I loVE you!!!
THAN K YOU BAHSJBBDNW
I see there is a Mason hype train(tm) and I want in, because !!!!! I love all your blogs ! A+++++++ quality across all muses. You bring such life to the characters and I admire it ! <3
I LOVE YOU ????
hey ,,, hey ,,,, ur writing is amazing . ur muses are amazing . ur amazing all over ??? i love you ???
I love you, thank you.
listen, mason. you literal ray of sunshine. your blogs have always been the highlight quality over the numerous blogs you run. if you didnt have high quality blogs I wouldnt be following them all because I adore reading all yoir tbreads and seeing the binds you make with them. you aren't inadequate you're extremely adequate
I love you