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( i don’t have a promo for my multi - oc blog, but if you wanna check it out and maybe write with me, then i’m over at @tcrrificd!! a little heads up about this blog: ALL MUSES ARE RELATED TO EACH OTHER SOMEHOW. this isn’t a multi muse blog with a bunch of different muses from different fandoms!! this blog was started a few months ago with only ONE muse. it basically started as your usual oc blog, but then things developed, and slowly i had a big story that its following through drabbles and threads!! there are three main muses, and some side muses. the main MAIN muse is jaydon, my sweet baby boy, who i love with all my heart. since i’m not as active here as i am over there, and if you enjoy my writing or just wanna talk to me, this is where you’ll catch me!! <3 )
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( i’m sorry for my absence here!! i always peek in here sometimes so don’t be scared to send me an ask or anything. this blog was made just for fun, and i come here every now and then. i’m mostly at my multi muse blog because i love my oc babies so yeah!! i’m not ignoring anyone i promise!! )
#☠ ᶠʳ ᵉ ˢʰ ᵃᵛᵃᶜᵃ ᵈᵒ⋅ ( OOC. )#( im a v slow roleplayer especially when i make little blogs like this one#it's just for the funsies )
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#☠ ᶦ'ᵐ ᶦᵐᵖᵃᶜᵗᶠᵘᶫ ﹠ ᶠᵃᵐᵒᵘˢ⋅ ( MUSINGS. )#☠ ᶦ ᵃᶫʷᵃʸˢ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⋅ ( DEATH. )#( HOH SHIT THIS IS SOME GOOD SHIT RIGHT THERE FAM M W A H )
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Aiko had just killed someone, she was using their blood to paint the wall, moistening her fingers on the cut she had made on him every now and then. She got distracted for a moment, enough to don’t realise someone was aproaching them.
When she turned back to get a bit more of red paint to herself, her eyes widened, her attention moving up and down the hooded figure as she blinked. “Who are you?!” She asked quickly, grabbing her knife as fast as she could. Granted the person had a scythe, but she could still try to protect herself.
She wasn’t sure if she should try to attack this person, even though that meant a witness, but she still had a bit of love for her life, there was no way she would be able to fight a scythe with her knife, right? Unless this person was really bad using their weapon.
he is not unfamiliar with this type of scenario. he has often visited what will soon become a crime scene, & it seems like this is just another one of them, but this is one of the few times he runs into the cause of it. as he appears, empty eyes scan the room to take in view, & he gives some mental credit for creativity. however, it does raise questions about the murderer’s sanity, but none of that is of importance to the being, & so he only focuses on the main reason for his visit - harvesting the soul. he needs to guide it elsewhere, but despite the quick process of collecting the soul, his presence is acknowledged by the stranger.
he blinks, tilts his head as skeleton fingers close around the tiny orb of light that represents the soul he has taken. slowly, his hand falls to his side, digits uncurling to reveal that the orb has disappeared. how bothersome... he will have to deal with that later then.
❛ do lower your weapon. it has no effect on me so do not waste energy on trying. i am not here for you. ❜ oh, but he has not answered the question, has he? ❛ i apologise, that did not answer your question. i am death, & whatever reason you have for your actions - it does not concern me. i am only here to take the soul with me & guide it. ❜
Facing Death
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( i apologise for my absence !! i woke up at midnight and ended up going for a very very very long walk to gather my thoughts, or at least try to, and then i got a call from a friend who needed some support so i’ve been there till now. it’s 8:30am and i’m tired but making food. thank you all for your patience!! i’ll get to stuff later when i feel a bit better!! <3 )
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( OFF TO SLEEP I GO )
#( because i got dizzy on the walk back from the store and thats not a good sign so goodnight i thought id be stronger than this#i am a weak sleepy norwegian Let Me Live...... )#☠ ᶠʳ ᵉ ˢʰ ᵃᵛᵃᶜᵃ ᵈᵒ⋅ ( OOC. )
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( IT IS 3PM. I AM ONE TIRED NORWEGIAN, BUT ALAS....... off to the store i go to buy pizza. )
#( i r e a ll y dont wanna but like#i need food to survive its a thing in this World )#☠ ᶠʳ ᵉ ˢʰ ᵃᵛᵃᶜᵃ ᵈᵒ⋅ ( OOC. )
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Am I cute? No. But do I have a nice personality? Also no
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( i need to take a moment & tell you all about the actual comic that this death is from, because it deserves so much love!! the comic was created by matt tarpley, & he’s been doing it for a few years now. it’s a super fun, cute & very intriguing comic that tells the story of a young girl named mary who befriends death himself!! there’s a lot of fun strips & sometimes it goes really deep & leaves you with questions. i really love this comic, & i am so glad that a norwegian artist included it in an issue of her own comic to promote it, because i would never have found it if it weren’t for that.
if you have extra time on your hands, or you’re looking for some cute things to read, i really recommend reading this comic!! & if you have the chance, you should support matt!! i will send him a donation whenever i get money myself, because i love it that much!!
so definitely check it out!! )
#☠ ᶠʳ ᵉ ˢʰ ᵃᵛᵃᶜᵃ ᵈᵒ⋅ ( OOC. )#( i love it okay#and i just wanna help the guy out because ive read through all of the strips he's done already and i've had some great laughs and giggles#thanks to him.#so yeah!! )
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Hear this now: I will ALWAYS come for you.
#☠ ᶦ'ᵐ ᶦᵐᵖᵃᶜᵗᶠᵘᶫ ﹠ ᶠᵃᵐᵒᵘˢ⋅ ( MUSINGS. )#( got that sunshine in mY PO C K ET )#( it's 2pm and im listening to justin timberlake leave me alone )
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( it is. almost 2pm. and i have yet to sleep. )
#☠ ᶠʳ ᵉ ˢʰ ᵃᵛᵃᶜᵃ ᵈᵒ⋅ ( OOC. )#( i feel death on my shoulder#but a pocket version of him#take me now death i'm ready to die )
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( guess who’s crying over love live again )
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people believe. some believe in a god, while some struggle to find faith in anything at all. some have twisted views on the world that lead to chaos & sometimes even war. humans suffer every day, & their pain cannot be compared to one another. see humans as snowflakes; they are all different in their own way, even if they sometimes look alike, because it is what is hidden beyond skin & beyond bones that truly makes an individual who they are. their experiences & their memories, all tied together, form a person. they all have a beginning, a middle & an ending, like a story. each life is another book to read, a tale to be taken interest in until they reach their very own ‘fin’. as they grow, the world grows with them, & as the years pass by -- they get more intelligent, propose new ideas, create new things... but humanity can be very ugly. they can go against one another, acting out & throwing spiteful words & often, they tend to violence. wars, crimes, accidents, inner pain... life does not show mercy upon the living, despite what you may think. in this world, life is often seen above death, because it is life that keeps everything balanced. it is life that gives, or so humanity thinks. the truth? it is something you cannot write down. it is something you must discover by yourself, the same way you have to discover where your faith is. will you find it in yourself? will you find it in a greater power that you cannot see? the answer will differ every time, so you must listen. everyone finds purpose to keep living, yet they do not know that it is not their choice at all. life does not give you anything, it takes. it controls. it does not pity the suffering, nor does it want to help you. it only acts the way it wants to whenever it fits it, be it with kindness or with cruelty. you cannot change your story, it is already being told, but you can choose to be grateful for it, or you can choose to detest it.
i am grateful for life. despite how unfair i may find it sometimes, i would not be here if not for the existence of it. there are two things that are certain in this world, & we are those things. we are the balance. without life, i would not be. without death, life would serve no purpose. immortality is not a gift, it is a curse. one that will take hold of its host & spiral them into insanity, perhaps even loneliness. do i feel it? do i feel lonely as i wander this endless path of my very own existence? i do not know, for i shall not feel. i cannot understand or grasp human emotions like i once did when i, too, lived. i cannot recall who i was. i cannot find any memories of living. all i know, is that when i died, no one came to greet me & lead me on to the next part of my journey. i became the missing piece of the balance, & took it upon myself to do these things in order to let life continue in a never ending cycle. i find myself hating life, but i will still be grateful for it, for i have seen many things on this path, & it is not a surprise that i now carry dread with me wherever i go, but you must know:
you should not fear me.
for i will be the one to guide you when the darkness threatens to consume you. i will lead you to where you must go once your soul leaves your vessel. you will not get lost, for i will be there, & therefore you should not die wishing you had more time. instead, you should look forward to your next chapter, for it will come. you will have purpose once more, so do not be scared. it is not i who come to embrace you, it is you who must make the choice to accept me when your time comes. everyone has a time, & it cannot be changed. such is the first & second law of death. death cannot take lives prematurely, & death cannot save lives.
so you must keep living. do not live in fear.
you will find your purpose. you will understand.
#( what the fuck did i just write )#( anyways im gonna go watch love live )#( someone: i believe it is time#death: it's gonnaaaa-gonnaaaa-gonnaaaaa-gonnaaaaaaa.....................#IT'S GONNE BE M E. )
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so this is how the cool kidz do their promos nowadays huh? i probably didn’t even do it right. anyways, have you ever wanted to be friends with death? did you know that death is terrified of cats? he’s actually a pretty cool guy, if you keep said cats away from him, & if you love death & suffering, then this is your guy!! death likes long strolls in the forest, harvesting souls & ice cream. for more death fun facts, just call 000-000-0001 & order your very own death today!! ( don’t actually do that i don’t know if that’s an actual number please )
#( SELF PROMO. )#( will i stop self promoing#not until i have 1500 followers#only 1488 left then#((im just kidding i just want more interactions thats all)))#(((i also wanna make more icons but i almost have 500 already but its just so fun guys)))#((((i love death))))
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psuedogaiety replied to your post: ( im actually crying at this icon )
THE SMOL SMILE
HE DOESN’T EVEN HAVE A MOUTH 99% OF THE TIME AND YET
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( im actually crying at this icon )
#☠ ᶠʳ ᵉ ˢʰ ᵃᵛᵃᶜᵃ ᵈᵒ⋅ ( OOC. )#( WHEN LIFE DECIDES TO FUCK SHIT UP AGAIN AND YOU HAVE TO CLEAN UP HIS MESS )
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( see despite what people may think, as much as the comic is all fun and has great punchlines it still gets deep as fuck sometimes and same goes for this blog. death is a very mysterious enigma but he’s not actually the bad guy because he doesnt take lives he just guides the soul to the afterlife and im so emotional about that )
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