#malakulmaut

[lxrdblackstxne]

"I thought you only lurked in that dark castle of yours."

“It is hard to dwell in a realm partially wiped from existence by Corruption. Harder to rebuild when Lucifer is aware of my return and keeping me from getting the necessary materials.”

The Demon Prince looks down at Death from his make-shift throne, tail thumping at his side like a bored cat. One arm is used to prop his head up in a clawed hand.“Besides, if I stayed in my crumbling realm the moment I was freed, War would have never cleared his name, killed The Destroyer and break the Seventh Seal.”

[immortalxdreamers]

liked for a starter  || @malakulmaut

( accepting )

     “You’re a serious one, aren’tcha?” she said, trailing long, sharp finger nails across the muscular structure of his arms, back and chest. She was circling him, quick when needed, teasingly slow where desired. This was all a game to her — most everything was — and this Death person was her newest conquest… although she couldn’t technically call him hers ( yet ). “POWERFUL, too, I can tell.” At that, her eyes light up deviously with radioactive-looking hues. Power gets her going, especially when strapped in a body like his. After all, what else could she ask for? Any sappy emotional aspects made her gag ( or at least, that’s what she liked to pretend, or more likely what she had made herself believe to be true ). So when she stops at his side and looks up at his hidden face, Vyria carelessly droops her arms around one of his, and hugs it like they’ve known each other for years. 

     “I’m gonna like you, dolly~!”

[childrenofestheim]

@malakulmaut​

This was not what was supposed to happen, not by a long shot. But it was a fate that could not be ignored, and doubted he could change it either. So the pinkette did his best to adapt in Valhalla, soothing the souls and passing them onto the next life, and resting when he felt his energy was spent. 

It was during such a nap when he was certain he felt another presence in the realm. Stirring a bit from his comfortable spot on Etro’s throne he cracked open an eye, only to then let out a startled curse as he stumbled off the throne and quickly drew his weapon at the suspicious figure before him.

“Who are you? How did you get here?”

[episentre]

❝ i don’t care enough about you to hate you. ❞ (Caesar)

     He continues to annoyingly slurp up his soda, still trailing behind the death god. “Oh, that’s hella rad,” he says after finally letting go of the straw to draw in a breath. “Most people? Can’t seem to handle me for very long. You know, sometimes they tell me to get lost, sometimes I eat them--” he pauses to take another long slurp. “So it’s cool if I hang around, yeah? Promise I won’t try stealin’ any of your girls-- so what’cha do for fun?”  / @malakulmaut  

[episentre]

🌠 For both the annoying angels following Death around

🌠 WISHING ON STARS is part of human culture. While both of them have done a pretty good job of assimilating into most human habits and customs, those that come from a background pertinent to their roots as angels are not something they indulge in. Such habits and customs include practices like throwing salt over your shoulder and wishing upon stars. The reason why wishing on stars is a bit ridiculous to them is because a shooting star merely means that the guardians of heaven have been challenged at their gates.

It’s not really something to wish on, but they wouldn’t discourage or scoff at people who do. It’s just that shooting stars have such a grave meaning behind them that they cannot have a cheery “i wish for this” response to it.

[immortalxdreamers]

I'll just pop in here with an end of 2019 thank you. Thank you for always being so kind to me and patient and for always being here for me and wanting to interact with all my muses. Thank you for always inspiring me to write better with your beautiful writing and carefully thought-out muses. Thank you for staying with me for so long and I hope we can continue on this road in 2020. I send you lots of love

new year’s wishes ~

out of dreams;; Thank you, Hikari, for the message but also the incredibly sweet compliments ( that I could also use to describe YOU, lovely <3 )! I’m so happy we’ve been friends for so long, and I can’t wait to continue writing with you and your fun muses this year! I’ll keep on admiring you and sending lots of love back <333 Thank you!

[weavefate]

continued [x] 

No, he didn’t understand. They were screams engulfed in whispers. Drowning out everything as if her ears were filled with water. They spoke in tongues she didn’t understand - clawing at her mind! She wanted to scream as her fingers dug into her skull. Blood trickling as her eyes squeezed shut. Please make it stop! “No! Please! Make them stop! I can’t handle all of them speaking at once!” Tears fell from her closed eyes before she blinked them open a few times. Purple and red puffy eyes looked at the being and pointed a bloody finger at the flask around his neck.

 “Make THEM stop!”

Free us...free us...FREE US!

She was going to go mad. The voices were going to make her go mad! It felt like her head was going to exploded. The pain already had brought her too her knees. This power was a curse, born to see the dead and a great many other things she didn’t want to see.

She just wanted to be normal

@malakulmaut​

[isaaccecilbryant]

🍰 (Death awkwardly showing up at the door with cake???)

It’s my muse’s birthday! Send a symbol to celebrate with them.🍰 to give them a cake (homemade or store bought)

“Hello?” Isaac opened the door and paused when one of the Death gods stood there, cake in hand. “Did you bring me a birthday cake?” Isaac asked, eyes shining as he laughed. “As long as you’re not here to kill me I’ll happily accept it! Ah, would you like to join us?”