#godspeak

[winters-r0se]

ye/n/seh/th/ey/ki . th/ah . duh/ey/m/ye/ah 'g . ye/ah/teh . wuh/ey/n/ah/beh/ah/n duh/ie . m/ey/keh/ss/ah/duh/r/ah/g h/ou/beh/ie/n/ey . v/oo/ku/oh/n . th/ah/ss/teh/ie/r

p/r/ie/th . zz/ah/v . th/uh/n/ah/teh . ^tuh/ah/r/g/ey p/r/ie/th . zz/ah/v . th/uh/n/ah/teh . ^luh/ah/ye/n/ey/tuh p/r/ie/th . zz/ah/v . th/uh/n/ah/teh . ^v/ah/ss/h/ki/ey/r

'g . ye/ah/teh . v/ey/ss/teh . keh/ah/r/fuh/ie/tuh duh/ie . ye/ah/teh . seh/n/th/ey/keh . beh/ye/r/oh/n v/uo/n/ah . teh . keh/luh/n/uo . th/ah . p/r/ie/th yeh/ey/r . th/ah . g/ey/ss/p/ah . v/ie/ss/ah

[ghosts-grave-yard]

Good luck, don't die!

hi! what you're looking at is a roleplay blog for my OC, Ghost! i just feel like this would be a fun way of telling his story, as well as getting to know him a little better (:!

asks and interactions are greatly appreciated!

warning for cannibalism and murder at some points in the story. even though this is a generally lighthearted story, Ghost is still a cannibal and that will be referenced/shown on occasion.

tags:

#godspeak - out of character posts

#spooky sounds - in-character text posts

#residents - ask tag

#the roomie - posts regarding Ghost's roommate, Ronnie

#hi its ronnie - sometimes Ronnie hijacks the blog for fun

#dinnertime - Ghost shows off his meals! (a tag to block. that's the cannibalism)

#ghost's sightings - media posts

[goddess-mothra]

@gxlden-demise

Cont. from [x]

Well, if we didn’t know you better that would sound like a challenge.

One we would win effortlessly.

So… Yes, we suppose.

{{It could be a challenge.}} Mothra chirred, an amused glimmer in her eyes. She didn’t come with a contest in mind, but she wouldn’t mind one. {{I look forward to hearing you.}}

Since she was the one who asked, Mothra decided to begin. She sat upright, forelimbs daintily tucked against her torso, and let out a soft, fluttering trill. The sound reverberated in the air, overtones winding around a gentle melody. As she sang on, her wings began to glow. She called upon the Earth, praising its blue oceans and lush forests, its sprawling dunes of sand and towering peaks of rock. Her thoughts then wandered to the celestial bodies beyond, whose notes echoed within her own. The song changed to one of longing, that of a Creator whose emergence birthed the cosmos yearning to see the Great Expanse once more.

As one who traveled the universe, she wondered if he would hear it - the resounding ringing that shimmered through the air and reached for the galaxy beyond.

[kakarotblack]

not to be cringe but

you dont wanna fuck around with me, youre talking to a goddamn god

[mxxnlit-witch]

Áine

My dad’s side of the family is mostly Irish. When I was reading up on Irish mythos and gods I kept coming back to Áine of Knockaine so I thought I’d try it out, try to communicate. Without going into any personal details, I feel it went well and that there is some sort of connection.

During the full moon I charged a vial of water with both moonlight and sunlight (Áine is usually associated with summer and sun though I’ve also seen her linked to the moon) and it just feels comforting? Just holding the glass in my hand feels calming.

I’m thinking I’ll do a painting of/for her since I have a canvas waiting.

[agameforgods]

op literally killed my best friend and took my legs but go off i guess

[goddess-mothra]

❝ you knew. ❞ grim words paint accusation, the realization he should have suspected from the beginning. ❝ you knew and you withheld a secret from me -- something precious, something that rightfully belonged to me -- and even when i came to you with my heart in my hands as offer, you lied to me. played me for one of the pawns that serve you, and not your brother. tell me: is it jealousy? an inability to sire life? how else could you be so unfathomably cruel to me? ❞

Her heart steeled. It was as much a severance between them as she could commit, and she knew, while it pained her, it hurt him more.

“ A life for a life. Balance is more important than your loss. Balance first and foremost reigns above all. I did not instigate your pain.Your selfishness is what spawned your tragedy. You have no one to blame but your own actions. I am merely convenient as an entity upon which to slather your hatred because you cannot bear to look at yourself. ”

Such cold spite birthed from within her then, an ugly sensation she so despised.

“ You are your own undoing, brother. You know this. You cannot create life without equal blood paid. I had nothing to do with what you chose. ”

[goddess-mothra]

HEY, I /OFFERED/ SOMETHING TO THE MORTAL IN RETURN FOR HIS SERVICES. I NEVER /MADE/ HIM DO ANYTHING. EMBODYING DEATH AND DESPAIR DOES NOT MEAN I DO NOT OFFER FAIR DEALS.

“ Right. ” She spoke in the language of the cosmos so she could fully express the entire breadth of her deadpan. “ And my brother loves all living creatures and cries when they die. ”