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[pallideinanis]

@religiousshitbaby Continued from here

“Oh yes, and what contributions you’ve made.” The Outsider remarks sarcastically, arms folding over his chest in a rather judgmental manner. “I’ve seen the insignificant things you do, Carl, and I’m rather unimpressed by how weak they are in nature.”

“Change is not borne of small inconveniences. You will not take down an organization that was founded more than one hundred years ago by turning a blind eye. Plausible deniability doesn’t release the Abbey’s grip on the people of the Isles, it does not free the Empress from their influences, nor does it change the mind of the Empire itself.” 

“The type of change you demand from me cannot be made through tiny whispers, but through loud screams. The fact that you are unwilling to risk your life for the alterations you so desire emboldens my point. It is much easier for you to point your finger to me, than it is to actually risk real losses or put any real effort into the things you want to see from this world. But lo’, I suppose you would much rather witness a champion of the Void lose his life to your people’s hands, so to protect your worthless existence.” 

“You are a coward, Carl Kindle. A coward and a blind fool.”

[pallideinanis]

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🖐 – high fiving them

The Outsider stares at Hancock, whose hand was held in the air–’left hanging’, mortals refer to it as. The god understands it to be a rude gesture to not return the high-five, so he gingerly raises his hand and gently presses it against the other’s. 

There is no clapping sound. Just a stiffened, awkward god, holding his hand up against his mark’s own. He’s seen this gesture done thousands of times and the god can’t help but berate himself for failing to execute even this simple mortal task. The act feels alien to him and for the first time, the Outsider isn’t sure of what to do next.

Black eyes pour into the other expectantly, waiting for Hancock’s next move. Hoping he’ll be released from this embarrassing situation soon.

[sporefound]

@elisethetraveller || livin it up on top - hadestown

" if you ain't six feet underground, you're livin' it up on top. " amanita says with a wicked smile. there wasn't much to smile about, apart from the wine in her cup. they had all been infected by a parasite, save for the other. it was difficult not to be some sort of bitter, but she does her best to keep the sentiment close to her chest.though the other's life expectancy looked promising without a tadpole, there was still danger in survival. so long as they were alive, there was reason to celebrate... limited as that time might be.

[pallideinanis]

Continued x @liightbrought

A knowing smile creeps upon the Outsider's pale lips. He recognizes the back-handed compliment -- he’s heard it all before from those whom he’s allowed the privilege of meeting him in person. It’s hardly an insult any more... not that any rude words mean much to the Void’s deity anyways. 

Arms fold behind the young god’s back, just as always, as he begins to pace around the archangel. Curious black eyes scanning every inch of Lucifer -- he understands just how his curiosity must read: disrespectful, outrageous, ill-mannered and uninformed among a long list of other things... Yet he continues his circle, deliberately so. 

This comparison didn’t come from nowhere -- if the Outsider is as devlish as they say, then he is certain that the true hellion himself should be smart enough to understand exactly what the Void god was doing. The normally sassy deity was hardly one for petty back-and-forths; casting back an insult disguised as a compliment would only feed the other’s idea that the Outsider was not worthy of being mistaken for Lucifer, anyways. So, he opts to leave quiet little hints for the lord to sniff out on his own, instead. 

This blatant disregard for manners was perhaps the mistake of a meek little creature who was caught up in a mess much larger than he was... Or perhaps there was something more to the one who didn’t simply look the part.

He allows Lucifer’s response to roll off his back, standing once again face-to-face with the angel himself. “Understandably so. You virtually overpower me  through your magnificence alone. You simply need to stand there and I find myself awed by your very grandeur.”

[kingkilled-blog]

@xeternitas.

           the words were a small comfort, something from the past that hadn’t changed. the god had never been one to offer guidance, and in a way offered clarity of a different kind. he had a choice, to move on, or to stay rooted in an age that meant nothing to the time currently. there was no comfort to be had, the differences between the three that remembered such an age keeping them apart. or at least. kept him from the others.

            something he couldn’t fault them for, the way actions spoke. steady hands took the cup offered by the other. perhaps he could try to act in a way that spoke differently than the way he had. a nice goal, a simple one, and something to act as an anchor. 

            ‘ thank you. ‘ spoken softly, the phrase was habit. perfect manners had been ingrained into him, and for now, he could only be thankful. they broke the silence, and gave him something to say. gold eyes flickered to the other’s, waiting. the other was better was speaking ( he had to be ), maybe he could break the silence the prince had brought ( commodus had never been one to carry the bulk of conversation )

[kingkilled-blog]

a j a w cracking yawn and he can only run fingertips over the blanket, reaching for his companion. one of the highlights, of being awoken to this strange new world, he admits to himself. there wasn’t a lot of... this. before. 

this, being relaxation. comfort, the ability to live up to anything and everything because there were no expectations. he wasn’t responsible for the lives of thousands, he wasn’t responsible for their livelihoods, their crops, their daughters, their sons. a person was their own, and he coud’ve only dreamed of a reality like this.

it was as close to paradise as he’d get. accented words creeped from his throat, whispering to Maxime. ‘ i think it’s time to get up. ‘

@trainermaxime

[directorgrcves]

@takiinglestrange liked for a starter.

Percival couldn’t help but notice the woman who stood in the middle of the crowded Woolworth lobby. Something about her seemed distinctly out of place--- at first, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Then he realized, she was the only person lingering, the only one not moving purposefully with some sort of business. His curiosity over-weighing his general disinterest, he approached her, slowly.

“Excuse me, are you lost?”