#devouredgod

[petitsdieu]

🌈 , ⭐️ , 💻, 🌼

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ... 𝑆𝐻𝑂𝑈𝑇-𝑂𝑈𝑇𝑆 𝑜𝑓 𝐴𝑊𝐸-𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒.

🌈 ― 𝑎𝑒𝑠𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔

@sopran ... i mean, just look it. ⅋ @t-errifier ... trigger warning, but if you're okay with horror take a look.

⭐️ ― 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟

@klaeus ... if you know, you know ... but if you don't ... this is klaus mikaelson. everything he is and should be, expanded and filled in what cw limitations would not allow. he's voice is unmistakable in every reply ... all i gotta say now is, kiki how badly is your brain gnawed at??

💻 ― 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔

@alootus ... i love padme but the movies did not have enough for her fully, truly. where media lacks, milla provides. she fleshes out padme with such tenderness and understanding. she gets to live, breathe again ... or maybe for the first time ... here. the melancholia prose here is lovely. love a sad space princess (queen, senator). — "...having put them together in a way that'd made a solid shell for her soul to both rest and bloom. the beauty with golden locks and spring green eyes shone with confidence in her statement and padmé couldn't really find any doubt within her mind — her usual melancholia had found momentary peace as she was now basking in hara's light."

🌼 ― 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

@devouredgod ... venus as many ways of creating headcanons of various types of muses ( canon, oc, npc ) ... i personal think this skill shines brightest on emerson. this character has a world-bulit around them uniquely in a real world setting. npcs, cults, very delish things. also has a remarkable way of getting their metas up quick and easily accessible. if you're okay with horror themes and darker topics, i would seriously smack that follow.

[lumenist-moved]

@devouredgod liked.

"Here. You haven't eaten anything all day."

[0fbabylon-a]

@devouredgod sent : ❛ I don't like this kind of talk. ❛

TOUCHY SUBJECT.  She doesn't feel bad for breaching the topic immediately.  No one ever wants to talk about anything  —she was no exception,  but they weren't talking about her  —were they?  Madonna's dark eyes flicker,  briefly,  from the glossy pages of her magazine.  National Geographic.  She likes the pictures of polar bears she's looking at.  They're apparently the deadliest kind of bear that you could possibly encounter,  and yet,  they were undeniably lovely to look at within the confines of the magazine's January issue.  Madonna lowers the magazine to her lap,  set in a lounging recline against the brocade French chaise lounge that stood in the middle of the carpeted hotel suite she currently occupied.  She looks at the other with a stern edge to her long-lashed eyes before speaking.   

❛  You can't be a baby.  You have to learn how to talk about the tough shit someday.  ❛   Magazine is closed,  and she's shifting on her chaise  —reaching to pour herself another ample glass of red wine.   ❛  Sometimes blow makes it easier.  Help yourself.  ❛   She's talking about the alarming pile of powder heaped on a mirrored tray just to her left.

[lumenist-moved]

@devouredgod sent "stop looking at me like that ."

Selah doesn't stop giving him a wide-eyed stare. She sits perfectly still at her kitchen table, hands folded on her lap. She assumes he has her radio turned up as loud as it can go, but it isn't really turned far past the half-way point.

Still, her neighbors may complain. The old man downstairs always has something to say.

"Emerson, this song is-" She laughs and shakes her head. She can't understand all of the lyrics, but she can pick out some, especially the ones he sings along to. "It's... dirty."

[devilscheck]

@devouredgod sent an ☎ in my ask for your muses info in my muses

NAME: emmy 🌙 RINGTONE: CHAT: cigarette dayreams by cage the elephant [ emmy 🌙 sent ] where are you? [ emmy 🌙 received ] hiding at the motel [ emmy 🌙 received ] i'll give you $5 if you can find me, hot shot

[boypreachr]

time has made liars and cheats of us all.

HE ISN'T IN THE BUSINESS OF UNWARRANTED HOSTILITY.    ⋆˚࿔       the caveat being this :   people tend to assume he's bright-eyed toward everything ,  his smile easy as a handshake toward every foul stranger . THIS IS NOT TRUE .     ( statistical fallacy. )      most people ,  he finds ,  have nothing of harm to them.    a defensive murder or two may play on their conscience ,   not kenneth's.     a worst moment does not an identity make.    he's been  wise for his years  in that manner ;   wise enough and genial enough that doce doesn't pretend to fear him anymore .   THIS DOES NOT CHANGE THE TRUTH OF HIS NATURE .  he is his mother's son ;   he has his grandmother's SUSPICION .   the smell of blood clings like rot ,  a lingerance beyond olfactory receptors .   REVOLTING   in a manner he doesn't face often .   when faced with a mirror ,  a feral dog will always bite.      ❝    liars    and cheats    of    men    like    you,    man,    maybe.    ❞    he bares his teeth, veering a turbulent right into some form of customer service smile.    ❝    my    record's    clean    as    a    snake    in    a    drain.    if    you    don't    need    anything,    the    door's    to    your    right.    ❞

@devouredgod

[natahlie]

she's coming off a 24 hour shift, but she also knows she has absolutely no edible food in her house, having put off grocery shopping for much too long, so she's at the grocery store in the early twilight hours thankful for 24 hour stores. it's when she's grabbing a container of raspberries that she feels a set of eyes on her and turns to see a tangle of dark hair and possibly blue eyes,

" hello, " natalie greets over the produce with a small smile, " can i help you with something ? oh did you want these raspberries ? "

.. @devouredgod

[lumenist-moved]

pokes selah’s cheek. “ hey, ”

pokes him back.