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;;whistles innocently ilu mom

brb telling ur father on u

「 causxr 」

[ One does not simply walk into The Underworld. Not unless buffeted there by divine winds ———— a courtesy usually of either two-parts ichor ( exactly what she needed, another demigod to muddy the lethe waters ) or full blooded ( e v e n worse ). ]

❝ If you're looking for ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ, he isn't in at the moment. Try Saks. ❞

[ Less-than-helpful disclosure from Megara: presently ensconced as second-stage-miniature-cerberus-cum-receptionist at the pronaos of the chthonic god's hall ( Welcome to Hades, as it were. The locale, not the lord; the lord's out sniffing designer socks — how can we help you ) ]

#causxr #( in character ); ❛ ᴘʀᴏsᴇ. ❜ ▌#{ greetings friend! }

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( just know i’m going to repay you this s O HArd okay be prepared )

PRAYER. bring it c; i'll just return it 10 fold son

#causxr #【 prayer. 】

causxr replied to your post:PRAYER. cackles maniacally into the distance....

( p AIN. PAINN. sobs si lentl y he’s bu t a bo y )

PRAYER. a boy who loves his moTHER A ND I CAN WO RK WITH THAT YOUD ON'T EVEN KNOW

#causxr #i do it bc i love #and bc i'm slightly evil

┎ causxr ┒ liked for a starter

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“Aw, what's wrong, pretty boy?”

“Feeling homesick already?”

#causxr #℣;;「 pan's left hand 」#oF COURSE YOU CAN HAVE ONE #and i'll get back to you on Sigyn eventually too ffs #(i'm empathxia btw)

Curled around an oversized pillow, the queen looked a might out of place at the high end of the table that was otherwise occupied by very important people. When prompted, Helja gave a nod, a simple 'mhm' to let them know she was paying attention. Though that she was still wearing her pajamas told everyone exactly how much she cared about this 'emergency' meeting.

She was just about asleep when Ganglot peeked his head in and without words, Hel knew she had an out. She carefully got up from her chair and apologised for her abrupt exit.

Before anyone of the still arguing party could follow, the ividja slipped into her personal library, where she could sense the presence of another being and sighed in relief the moment her back met the inner side of the door, "You have no idea what you just saved me from!" she breathed thankfully.

#causxr #hermeneteus #greeting #allayton

11!

┎ uncommon character development questions ┒

11. What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like?

If Rufio had any kind of religious beliefs before Neverland, she’s long since forgotten them now, along with everything else that came before the darkness and the jungle. On the island, there’d been no kings and there certainly weren’t any gods to speak of—only Pan, and Pan was e v e r y t h i n g to her. The only family she knew or needed, and all she understood of worship she’d done at Peter’s feet.

But during the curse, things were different. Rufio’s memories of that life of normalcy are crisp and clear, though she knows they aren’t real; if she treads too close they will vanish like a mirage into shimmering heat. Yet still she remembers, vaguely, her fabricated family. There is a mother and a father who taught her the values of honesty, mercy, and restraint. The path of Rta and the natures of Karma and Dharma.

And Rufio—or the person she was then, the one who hates whoever she is now—took some of it to heart. Though she rarely practiced the traditions, she held on to the values of Hinduism right up until the day the Savior broke the Queen’s curse.

Then she remembered what she was, and she could not reconcile it with a concept of religion that valued honesty, mercy and restraint. She could not reconcile it with any manner of religion. Rufio doesn’t know for sure if there’s a higher power in the universe, but hell if she doesn’t hope there isn’t.

Still, part of her cannot help subconsciously clinging to the values of a religion instilled in her by parents she never truly had. Cannot help but think that the taste of normalcy gifted to her by the curse only to be torn away is universal law coming around to deal its justice, the struggle to balance two realities in one mind its karmic retribution.

And of course, looking back at the atrocities she gladly committed at the behest of Peter Pan should make her feel guilty; thinking about her own cruelty and violence ought to subdue her with regret. But she doesn’t. Rufio feels no more guilt or disgust over the things she’s done than she felt in the moment of doing them.

I must be a m o n s t e r, she thinks. Only monsters feel no guilt over all their killing.

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#✘;;「 headcanon 」#prompted by;#causxr #oh boy started with the tough ones #idek if this actually answers the question #but i tried #and therefore no one should criticize me #✘;;「 scribbles n bits 」

┎ causxr ┒ arrived on the island

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Warped amusement colors the Lost Boy's expression as she emerges from the trees, form seeming almost to gather shape from shadow itself before she steps into the light.