#goodliine

[dcuglasfirs-blog]

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❝ smell that air !! ❜ he exclaims, dramatically tilting his chin up to the heavens, fluttering his eyes, exaggerating a deep, powerful inhale. ( you must look entirely strange, but you ignore the sensation. )

❝ isn’t that REFRESHING ?? ❜

[cladhaire-blog]

hello yes i also play godsdiie, my wednesday blog and im gonna jump over there later on today or tomorrow to do some work on him ( including your reply ) but i just wanted to say i loved your reply to him?? so much. and your sweeney is on point and i just.. had to say something. that response was incredible.

thank you so much for this!! i still feel a little odd with his voice but it’s nice to know i’m doing something right lol. 

[mizfriday-blog]

wednesday is a square i was way more hip and "with it"!

“Oh, I bet you were totally radical.”

[springmothera-blog]

@goodliine → liked.

                 ✿ . :  “Mister World…” Ostara studies the new god. “What a surprise. I usually prefer my guests to call before stopping by… It’s only polite.”

[ratobeyed]

@goodliine

                worn yet FAMILIAR eyes stared back at him. Impossible, this was impossible. He had no family left alive. None that looked near identical to him anyway. ( DANGER - DANGER ) everything about the man screamed danger. Even Socrates had disappeared back inside his jacket. Willard remained s t i l l, gaze never leaving the well-dressed man before him. “Who are you ?? “

[madkingsweeney-blog1]

he's been alive for so long now nothing much on this damn planet fazes him. you could  p l u c k  a man's eyes from his head in front of him and sweeney would strike a match off his cheek to light his cigarette. he'd seen and done most of what there was on this wide spot of land that most of it now blurred together. 

blood and all.

still there was something about the thin man stepping from the shadow that had been completely unoccupied a moment before that sent a SHIVER down his spine. it was as if there was a whisper across his skin that dropped his heart into his stomach; but he did his best to look nonplussed, the end of his cigarette illuminating his face in the quiet night outside the dive bar.

❝ and just how long ya been standin' there ya creepy bastard? waitin’ fer a show...?  ❞ he growls out, spitting onto the pavement. ❝ lemme guess -- i'm meant to be yer squealin' little pig on whatever wednesday has planned ?  well newsflash, world, you're two paranoid peas in a pod -- the old man hasn't told me  s h i t e . well, nothin' i rightly BELIEVE anyway... ❞

@goodliine.

[herapocalyps-a]

PLOTS I NEED:      Laura getting mixed up with the new gods because they tell her they can save shadow AND bring her back to life, giving her the ultimate happy ending. Laura getting in too deep. Laura essentially becoming Mr. Worlds ‘Shadow’, Shadow and Laura meeting on the battlefield time and time again, each begging the other to stand down.