#thembloodybones

[sotsonacearcall]

There's distressed animal sounds coming from the direction of the hen house.

Sotsona was quick to grab her shepherd's crook and go see what the fuss was about. "Ach! Rhode if that's you in the coop stealing eggs again, i'm giving you such a wallop!" To be honest she'd probably smack whomever it is regardless if they're annoying her animals.

[intothewildsea]

@thembloodybones liked for a starter.

The woods were dark and Niamh wasn't sure exactly where she was going. She could see in the dark well enough, but the fog was making it difficult. Carefully picking her way through the trees, trying not to trip, she kept pushing forwards. It smelled like it was going to rain and she needed to find shelter soon.

A noise caused her to pause. She noticed a figure, tall and imposing, but too far for her to make out in the gloom.

"Hello? Is someone there?"

[tidewings-of-hyrule]

@thembloodybones

Tidal was quite startled by the newcomer's appearance. She'd never seen anything quite like this before... But she was curious by nature. And she wanted to investigate. The giant dragon approached with caution, watching them very closely.

[trollamulet]

@thembloodybones

"Fleshgait's are pretenders, they like to lean this way and that and change their shape. Mostly, they spook people, but some of them can get real mean with their supper." Hazarmaveth gave his bare bone head a shake, as if trying to get dust off his antlers. "A troll! There's never been a troll in this part! I heard all sorts of stories about trolls! Hope you're not looking for a princess to kidnap, closest thing you'll get is the Mayor's daughter. She's pretty enough, I guess, but she's meaner than a fleshgait." He lifted a hind hoof to scratch behind his ear.

jim would never eat human - and given what he'd learned from deya, human wasn't all that appetizing anyway. it sat strangely in his mind. thankfully his hunger wouldn't have him stoop so low as to devouring the flesh of humanity - given he'd still be somwhat human himself.

"that... sounds like a changeling." he replies. "in a way. they change their forms between human and troll, and they were bound to a human infant using dark magic."

he folded his arms over his chest, self conscious of the scars littering his exposed skin. "and as for the sort of troll that i am - don't eat that kinda stuff. i don't eat human. 'm actually part human. i'm sure there's some trolls out there fitting that sort of folklore. they find the entrances to their residences in the shade of bridges, but i don't think that it matters too much

[otulnlwnafh]

@thembloodybones because I felt like it

Normally, the sound of something out in the woods wasn't a cause for investigation. Typically it was just an animal going about its business, or the wind finally snapping an already broken twig from where it desperately clung to its host. This had sounded bigger. And given the location, paired with comments from the locals, he felt obligated to at least try and figure out what it was.

So, here E.L. was. Somewhere in the woods. He could probably find his way back. He wasn't that worried about that. What he was worried about was the tracks he had found, and the sounds of something being close. Well shit. He had certainly found the creature. He probably shouldn't have come out here alone. He should have known better. E.L. slid back half a step, rested a hand on the handle of his gun. Shit. "... Hey." Might as well see if something could be worked out before resorting to violence, at least.

[alabonshay]

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Send ☕ for my muse to rant about something in-character

"Arrgh! The swine's comb goes rooting about my mane, pulls great, green… gobs of fur out of me! Thank Mother there is so much of the damned things. Every day, every day I am up before the birds— to suffer for what— for two hours? I cannot think anything then. Be rid of this maid!"

[the-haunted-office]

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Send in a 🤔 to see a current thought in my muse’s head.

"What's that weird sound coming from just down the hallway? ..............aaaaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! WHY ARE THERE BATS OUT OF HELL IN HERE?!!!!!!!"

[lettherebemonsters]

◎ Were you scared when Eve went into labor? Did God warn you at all what it would be like?

" Of course I was! My wife was screaming, fucking blood was everywhere. And no, Big G didn't warn me about shit. He stopped being around a long time ago. It's just Sera and the elder angels that were my parents, and they didn't tell us anything.

All I know is is that one of the punishments Eve had was to suffer in childbirth. But I was with her when she had all our kids. I helped her any way I could. Fuck, I got so good I knew roughly when she was going to go into labor.

Like on Earth was fucking shit.....but I don't regret my kids. I just regret what happened after them."

[mnstcrsiiistcrs]

Mom + "Are you making any mistakes with your daughters the same as your mama made with you?"

"My mother always stood by my father...who was very authoritative. She always backed up my father...even when...I swore to myself that I wouldn't be that kind of mother...to Marsha and Marceline. Sending Marceline off the way I did was my mistake, but I didn't want her to see me die. And...I always hoped that...for my sake...Marsha was having good life with her father."

meme | open & accepting

[indelibleform]

Hazarmaveth listened closely, his caution growing. "You're an undead thing born of hate." He said carefully, "Things like that rarely do well around natural creatures." Unconciously, he glanced toward the forest road, leading to the mining town that fed him and his family. "Awful sorry that happened to you." But it didn't change what she was.

Ah. Of course.

Odyssey’s smile never faded, but it grew the faintest bit sadder. Born of hate indeed… Even she couldn’t deny that moment she’d realized what had happened to her, her response to it all, had indeed been deeply broiled in hatred.

A hatred that still flickered, just a bit, in her chest to this day when she came upon those who abused the dead.

Suspecting she wasn’t going to get the answers she’d been hoping for, that she’d ruined her chance by being too honest, she gathered her skirts in her hands and dipped slightly in a respectful curtsy.

“I understand if you want me to leave your forest, now,” she assured, closing her eyes.

Odyssey’s black gaze scanned the forest she stood in the midst of, her fingers linked together and her expression pensive. By all accounts the woman looked entirely calm and at ease despite being in the thick of a wood she’d heard was deeply haunted.

She looked calm, and yet Odyssey’s senses were screaming; every instinct within her was telling her there was indeed something in these woods. Something old, and something powerful.

But not necessarily evil. That was what had her so on edge. She was used to dealing with corrupted and evil creatures. Whatever was in these woods…

She wasn’t certain what it was.

Hazarmaveth sat perfectly still.

Nothing about him looked like the woods. Not the raw, black flesh or thick, brown fur. Or the fire-embers of his eyes, the exact same as his papas. But the Red was bright. And there was plenty of it.

It hung from his jaws like strands of some unkempt beard, thin lines of sinew and gristle caught in his teeth. He'd just finished up supper when this thing showed up.

She was a haint, of some sort. He'd bet his lucky tail on it. She was something cold, and fierce. Maybe a vampire. Maybe.

But he'd learned from very young, that if you're still and quiet, the forest will set her hands gently over you and hide you. Just so long as you belong to her.

If she turned around, she'd be staring right into his eyes. She'd walked right past him.

[havvkinsqueen]

Happy Birthday!

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[top-shelf-tender]

What type of love do you deserve

Stolen from: @thembloodybones

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soft love

this is the type of love that doesn't require anything more than a simple ‟i love you” to feel truly appreciated and happy. you deserve a partner that'll accept you for who you are. they'll accept your mistakes without trying to correct them, your flaws without trying to correct them and your faults without trying to make them right. when your partner is soft, it creates a sense of comfort and ease for you. you feel like you can tell him anything without being judged. in a soft love, you're both vulnerable and open with each other. it's a love that wakes up every single day and says ‟i still choose you”.

~*~

Tagging: @angie-long-legs @alteregozowie @neatandniffty @themosthatedbeingg @hacker-codeq

And anyone else who wants to!

[omalahsocs]

Tagged by @thembloodybones

What type of love do you deserve?

Unconditional love.

unconditional love, the selfless act of loving someone with full acceptance and without expecting anything in return. you deserve a partner that'll accept and love you unconditionally, no matter what. it's love they offer freely. they simply love you and want nothing more than your happiness. unconditional love is the most powerful type of love. it always consists of respect, boundaries and understanding each other on a different level.

Tapping away on the old phone, Kat was surprised by what popped up at the end. Her eyes widen at the description and she can feel her throat close up as tears well up in her eyes rapidly. As she's about to close out the page and toss the phone in her purse to be ignored, a clawed hand reaches over her shoulder and takes it from her.

She startles at the sight of her best friend Sylvester in a human form. He plops himself beside her and frowns at the screen, showing it to her with a scowl.

"Bad. It makes you upset. I don't like this thing. Elders are right. Technology is for tricksters."

She lets out a short laugh and takes the phone from him, shutting it off and putting it away.

"Eh, it has its uses. But, no more screen time today. I'd rather go for a run."

The response is immediate and Sylvester is shifting in a rush, bounding around her in a rush of magic and the scent of the woods. His mass of grey and black fur almost bowls her over in his eagerness and he shoves his face into hers so he can give her a lick. Barking, he turns his massive form so she can climb on and she laughs when they take off.

Maybe she already had what she needed?

Tagging: @the-scrappy-stinger , @fallseidol , and whoever else wants to.

[trollamulet]

"What in the world are you, some sort of Imp? Sure you ain't a fleshgait!"

"imp...?" he pauses to scratch at one of his horns, tilting his head to one side in thought. "no, i'm not an imp - and dunno if fleshgait just means human."

"but i'm a troll - or at least... mostly a troll. part fleshbag." jim helpfully answers, or at least hopes it's a helpful answer.

[otulnlwnafh]

⌨ - time-wasting habits

Here

((He makes guns

... That's only partially a joke. Nowadays E.L. doesn't really waste time if he can help it, but is also aware he can't just spend all his free time studying. He also enjoys the atmosphere of shitty bars, so will join the crew when they're hanging out in one

Otherwise yeah, he just Makes Gun))

[alabonshay]

@thembloodybones

The bedroom was quiet, save for the footsteps of the maid, and bristling of the comb against her mane. The Duchess would have it no other way, in the hours before dawn. She was in no state for company. Not in this plain nightgown, with her horribly matted mane.

The birds chittered on outside. However, there was something strange about this morning's refrain. The Duchess raised her head at the voice, tearing the comb from the servant's grasp.

"Pfflagh!" she spat out a loose quill, "Who said that?" Already a smart stablehand, at this blasted hour in the morning? The Duchess stood with a groan, intending to make her way towards the window.