#ofmortem

[hugormprince]

@ofmortem​ asked: “  I prefer the company of the gods to stupid men. ”

"I'll choose not to take that personally." Reaching up to touch at the steadily darkening bruise on his temple, Arvid didn't wince despite the tenderness of his skin. The blood had mostly remained inside, nothing to complain about. "But if I were to take it personally, I might ask which gods."

Praying wasn't a strange concept and the idea of actions being influenced by the gods wasn't unheard of, and Arvid may not have pried if it wasn't for what he knew of Ingrid's mother - what everyone knew of Ingrid's mother. It wasn't a particularly subtle dig or even one that he expected to bring fruition in terms of interesting come backs, but it was harmless enough, an easy quip to call a joke.

Was Odin a better companion than a childhood companion? What of Loki? Heimdall? Thor? It would be easy to excuse.

But if she did say something interesting, or react oddly, well, that was good, too. Recent events had certainly been questionable enough, could Arvid be blamed for questioning those around him?

He shouldn't be. Knowledge was power, after all, and sometimes the pursuit of power came paired with a smile instead of a sword - it didn't make it any safer.

[sonnavbjorner]

|| closed starter for @ofmortem​

Darkness dawning over Hedeby had been long overdue, a prophecy whispered throughout the ages, from fathers tongues unto the ears of son, from warriors to kings. Ragnar hadn’t expected it to occur over his reign is all, and the bloody trails of missing villagers and frequent nightmares that even he suffered left little to ponder. To raise spirits, he’d thrown a feast for the troubled villagers, hoping to lighten a rather dour mood. Perhaps it wasn’t the best of timing, though it seemed his denizens appreciated a reprieve. 

And yet, something else lingered in the back of his skull. An accusation that threatened to boil over, though the king could keep his composure-- for now. Unfortunate that his own ascension was not without paranoia. The Rykkels were a strong blood, he knew, and ancient-- dangerous, threatening. 

     “Ingrid,” he called, quelling his thoughts when she neared, offering an easy smile that was far from. Typical-- he often kept his spite to himself unless reason presented itself. “Come, sit. Take a break. Enjoy some food.”

[vorthrr-blog]

@ofmortem || starter!!

Black feathers gleamed in the sun, iridescence shining deep greens and blues. The flap of wings in the open air drew blue eyes up from the deep red stone Frodi was polishing on the fallen log he’d taken a spot upon, some ways into the woods, a small torch stuck into the ground next to him for just enough light to see by. About the time he looked up, a light bright as the sun—so bright, it brought back memories Asgard—illuminated the woods around his home.

Is that you, father? Are you trying to tell me something? Frodi thought, and stood up. His hands moved to tuck the stone and the whetstone he was holding, and he yanked the torch beside him up out of the ground to follow. As he did, the bird fluttered it’s wings and took off. The rush of wings through the air was one so painfully familiar, something he had heard frequently in Asgard—and even before, as a man, guardians he hadn’t realized were there until long after.

Not so unlike the heads he saw far at sea as a boy.

An anger stirred in him at the memory, and he shook his head, pushing it back down into the depths of his deep memory. The crow never flew too far ahead that he couldn’t see, and he couldn’t quite tell if it was because his eyesight was keen enough to keep sight of it, or if it was that the bird was trying to lead him deeper still into the woods, both eventually he came upon her.

For a moment, he watched in silence, curious. He the bird landed near her, and it occurred to him he might be hers. Which lead to the question: was it a sign? Wasn’t it a sign?

Then, with purpose, he brought his back foot forward, putting his weight down on the branch. It snapped.

When gray blue eyes rose to meet brilliant blue, Frodi offered an apologetic smile, something that was almost shy. He didn’t walk further, staying back with his hand on the tree he’d been standing next to, the torch he’d carried with him in his other hand.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you,” he said, the apology written into the somewhat sheepish lines of his face.

[sasorikigai]

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Y’all know how I feel about my two-top bois and thank you (Dari and Apricus) for giving me an opportunity to expand both Hanzo and Kuai outside their rather still undeveloped canon to create other verses & AUs and also granting me such precious and remarkable crossover ships. I immensely appreciate and adore the two of you, and thank you ofmortems for all the things you have done for me as well <3 

[humilictedman-arc]

@ofmortems​

SEND ME A FANDOM AND I’LL TELL YOU:

Character I first fell in love with: Tate, because my friend introduced me by roleplaying him briefly then I watched the show to see him in action. Character I never expected to love as much as I do now:  I’m going to say Kai, but I kinda loved him from day one fbjfbd Character everyone loves but I don’t: OkAY YALL PLEASE DON’T START PELTING ME WITH ROCKS BUT ....I don’t really like Michael? I don’t know whether it was the season itself that ruined the character enjoyment for me, but I think he’s like okay, but not amazing. ( This opinion does not apply to any RP blogs! <3 ) Character I love but everyone else hates: I’m not sure if Kai even qualifies here, probably not but I can’t think of anyone else. Character I used to love but don’t any longer: Kinda Tate to be honest? Again, this was probably mainly the work of that ep in Apocalypse, but since then my love for my Tate muse and the canon character has dipped substantially. I literally rewrote how I personally played my Tate because of that ep. ( This opinion does not apply to any RP blogs! <3 ) Character I would kiss:  Rory, Winter, and Brooke are getting sMOOCHES  Character I want to slap: Give me Kai’s address and I’ll fuck his shit up. A pairing I love: None. There really aren’t any good canon ships in AHS lmao unless you kinda count Kai/Samuels purely because I think they’re both horrible and deserve each other.  A pairing I hate: Violet/Tate. You do you if this is your ship and everything, but I personally do not at all find it appealing. It squicks me out a lot when I see actual merchandise promoting their relationship and people wanting to have a “romance” like that like oof.

[butscrewmefirst]

I think my best memory is of us first meeting and talking. You gave me a bunch of rp tips and you were so kind and amazing! I mean you’re still kind and amazing! Your positivity posts always help me out when I’m feeling down and even through we haven’t talked much for a while, I still consider you an amazing friend! ❤️

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ngl… it’s easier to be kind. and good things are more likely to happen to you if you’re kind… so like… why not always be kind, ya feel? i love you, babe. i’m always here if you need / want me

[thesmileclown]

ofmortems replied to your post: Anyway Michael out here looking like a bougie...

I honestly kind of though he looked like a Lestat cosplayer

That is in fact exactly what he looks like 

[shamelessaddiictions-blog]

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Number: 9.My muse purposely fatally injures yours.

                          And just like that, it was over. When Audrey’s body went limp Nellis loosened his grip around her neck. A look of shame was written across his features for committing the act. This wasn’t intentional. Sure, they had their disagreements but he never meant to kill her. His anger and blood lust had gotten the better of him, the moment was too intense and he got carried away. But nothing could be done now, his actions could not be taken back.                       Audrey was dead.

[ofimaginarybeings-archive]

@ofmortems ~ wow 500 years later

" Clever. " he states it like it's a dirty word as he looks her over. Sure she might be one fresh piece but there was something in those eyes of hers that he didn't like. It was like she was looking through him when she should be looking up to him, up at him. He was after all godlike in his control over himself, in the way he was so much higher than anyone else around here. But there she is so damned arrogant. He wants to lash out. he could, couldn't he? Only his blade isn't nearby and he's afraid his manicured hands might get sore should he strangle all that breath out of her body.

A smile quirks the corners of his lips, brows lift as he holds her eyes. " So very clever. I've met plenty of clever people - do you always come to the aid of those freaks? "

[pigwithpersonality]

Sidney Aaron James | played by Boots | graphic by @ofmortems​

[tateblog]

                    “So what are you?” the boy rested his shape against the door frame, one foot before the other, arms crossed over his chest. “You’re definitely not a ghost, I’ve seen you walk out of this place often enough...” a slight sense of dismissive resentment in his words, “but I don’t see you walk in with hoards of people to murder like the Countess so---” Tate pushed himself off onto an upright stand, “--- you can’t be like Iris, can you?”                                              ( @ofmortems )

[sasorikigai]

🍕 for a moodboard about my muse’s favorite foods (for all the boys!)

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🍕 for a moodboard about my muse’s favorite foods

Mostly Japanese traditional hotpots, don and simple dishes heavily focused on protein (tofu, seafood, chicken and beef are his favorite) and vegetables (eggplants, broccoli, mushrooms and onions are his favorite). He doesn’t have sweet tooth, but he has a sweet spot for persimmons and pears. 

Chinese and American-based salads, stir-fries and hot noodle dishes, with heavy focus on simple noodle dishes and salads. He loves pork buns (Hanzo often indulges him with homemade ones) and sesame balls for dessert. 

Japanese-based vegan and seafood dishes (he loves mushrooms, cucumbers, sweet potatoes, scallions, and root vegetables, and octopus being his favorite) with much simpler preparations (mostly steamed or braised, keeping the natural, raw flavor of the ingredients). 

[humilictedman-arc]

15 questions about mun’s taste in muses.

@ofmortems​

[ A tiny bit I suppose? I didn’t really gravitate towards any morally good characters in the past. The first big muse I had was Sam Winchester from Sup.ernatur.al, but even he’s kind of iffy on the moral scale. Now I have a small handful of pure babies that I absolutely love, mainly in the DC-TV fandom. 

Now, on the other hand with my villain muses, Kai is definitely the most extreme one I’ve decided to write for! ]

[aesirharvorsson]

@ofmortem​

Aesirs boots slid beneath him as he charged onwards, paying no attention to the muddy inclines and twisted roots that paved the way before him.  He pushed himself back up onto his feet.  His chest heaved.  His breath was shallow, almost noisy in his haste, though not once did he stop. “Ingrid, elskan mín!”  He called out, eyes almost blinded by the darkest of nights, a rare desperation laced within his voice.  The aftermath of the battle echoed in the distance.  He’d already searched their home, leaving not even a stone unturned in his wake and with a hollow heart he’d made his way into the woods, praying to the Gods, promising them all under the sun if only he’d find her safe and unharmed.  

[offantasiesandfear-a]

“You’ve known me for quite sometime now, Sally. You know what I’m capable of. So I’ll repeat this one more time.” Audrey said, stepping up to the junkie ghost. “Leave. Your precious John will be fine under my watch. If he needs you, I will come and find you. Please,” Audrey gently set her hands on Sally’s shoulders, giving her a small smile. “Go relax. Take care of yourself, dear.”

Did this bitch really have the audacity to tell her what the fuck to do? Usually any other day she would just do as she was told and just fucking sulk the rest of the night. “I’m not afraid of you or anyone here. If I want to see John I am going to see John dammit.” She yelled shrugging away from her touch. “How about you go relax and go suck someone else’s cock for once. No one is going to tell me what the fuck to do!”

@ofmortems

[nctfree]

@ofmortems | [unsolved] sc.

          “ This is sort of, like, a night out --- with spirits. ”