#m.o.t.h

[xxxvaler1exxx-blog]

Nobody:

Bobby and Lio:

Finn Bàlor the Demon:

[sublimegentlemanalpaca]

What are some Dead Languages...besides Latin?

Fellow Scowlers and Cottagers! I humbly ask, what are some Dead languages with known writing systems? Think as old as you can (something a certain Master of Tamerlane House would know). It’s for a ....thing I might be writing. Excluding Latin. It involves writing in the ‘oldest language’ he might know. Then continue writing that in younger, and younger languages until reaching Latin and then eventually English. As for what’s written. Basically something to Signal that certain students are present so The class can begin. Now that I think about it...I might need to think more on the reasoning behind this....still. The thing which may be written (and it may not be..) may be....of some interest. Concerning an idea of brought up quite a bit recently... Never mind. Need to give it more thought. Though feel free to mention some Particularily interesting ones if you know. Would be neat to know about besides. Make of this what you will. Al, the Chronographing Cottager.

[metaphysics-ov-the-hangman]

"Hark, Triton! Hark!" Written by myself for Metaphysics of the Hangman. Excuse the slop

[fictionkinfessions]

HKSKSFDSAJ ! ! ! I AM ONE PISSED OFF CAPITAL M FICTIVE RIGHT NOW ! ! (dramatic) I deal with phantom horns and tail because this body hAS NONE! exploding everything with my mind I am so pissed off right now. (again, dramatic - I'm still a bit mad, though) HOUGHHHHHHH what doesn't help is how we're a DEMONKIN too so I deal with our PHANTOM WINGS TOO HOPING others who deal with some form of phantom limb out there understand where I'm coming from with my RAGE - A Capital M (HLVRV) fictive [#M.O.T.H as a tag, please? (not forcing)!]

[fictionkinfessions]

Rarepair Ask Game! I'm a Captial M fictive dating Doc. Crazy, right?! A mad scientist and a villain together <3 I don't think anyone ships this for.. obvious reasons.. but I love my mad scientist to the moon and back! <3 #notorious M.O.T.H

[metaphysics-ov-the-hangman]

Familiar cold creeps back into my bones

A shadow of self by design

Past selves slaughtered

But for what in the end?

The cold creeps in.

Shivering in sunlight that caresses olive skin

Strength is fleeting in my soul

Vices conjured and exercised

Bring me peace, pale spectre

Show me to your fire and offer me a place

Give me respite amidst this long storm

Take my hand and bring warmth again

[metaphysics-ov-the-hangman]

Sarcophagus

Sealed into a tomb of flesh and stone

Bound with ropes inside, my corpse alone.

I want to break out of the fucking hellhole

No one to comfort in this tomb, damp and cold

Kingdoms in dreams, I had citadels of gold

Only a withered, rotten pile of skin and bones

There is no sacred rite, chisel or key

Salvalvation naught, forever I bleed

Sarcophagus

Petulent, vile tomb of skin

A bleak existence

No light will shine again

This confined rest

A special punishment due

Sarcophagus

A former god now doomed.

In isolation

My putrid place of rest

Black air in my lungs

Suffering eternaly, Internally

Sarcophagus, necrotic womb.

Sarcophagus

Petulant, vile tomb of skin

A bleak existence

No light will shine again

This confined rest

A special punishment due

Sarcophagus

A former god now doomed

Sealed into a fate alone

Bound with ropes, constricting bones

I'll never get out of my wretched hellhole

No more comfort as this shadow takes hold

Kingdoms of dust and filth, my pryamid of loss

My corpse forever sealed as soul and body rot.

Written by J.T. Collier for Metaphysics of the Hangman. 09-12-20