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me out here wanting to rp my oc again 😳

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in secret, there was a grin. a wave of ecstasy. a sense of accomplishment. so, this outworldly entity had a drive. motivation. a sense of people-pleasing. a good sign to begin with. efforts were oft made by those pure of heart -- especially when it came to saving and aiding others. but did finn take it too far? a twitch of a winged brow. that would, for certain, be another test to give in the future.

black eyes cast a slow glance toward moving hands. they were adamant on assistance. but would they help themself? a raised brow now, the wings from that giving a quizzitive flap.

" if you couldn't tell, i am quite obtuse. " a soft hum. the deity shifts a bit, just enough to gain comfort in this uncomfortavle situation. a sort of balance as the energy from the other leaks outward. " and i thank you for your assistance! but would my weight break a branch and make you fall? "

black eyes stare now. they read the young man and pick up every detail possible. the initial thought though, is the obvious limb that shimmered in the flickering light betwixt leaves. it was not flesh, but robotic and technological. did they care more about others than themself?

heart feels a pang of disappointment. a frown. hypnos expresses his concerns.

" i see you've done enough damage to yourself; " a pause. head tilts toward the arm in gesture. " i do not want to be cause for more to you! "

@finncomet​ liked for a main verse starter .

after the second request of hera, it is not oft that deities and entities ask for his assistance. perhaps, if they may not rest. it is, in fact, his strongest power. albeit other sorts of aid were hardly sought. it was his worshipers, his human followers, that ask for his other powers: mental stability, balance, happiness, acceptance of self. sleep, though it’s the primary chunk of his primordial life, isn’t the only relief he can give to others. after all, it was the whisper of life itself who brought him up from the bed of ivory. they requested assistance – help their reincarnation on a planet called ooo find true balance once more.

their name was finn. an otherworldly being brought after eternal destruction. watching from below, watching through the eyes of songbirds and through the black of night, hypnos gazed upon his life. he dropped here and there, hints that spoke of the world. life. earth. the past. he brought upon him a million or so red herrings – little tidbits of information to be wary of within the self. because, though he was seemingly life incarnate, he was very mortal in all else. especially the thoughts. which, the deity found quite ironic.

thankfully though, ooo is a strange place. as such, the presence of the being wouldn’t have to be shadowed by mortality. energy then mustn’t be misplaced. snatching the life of a bird as finn ran through a thick forest, hypnos popped up inside a tree. silently, the deity thanked artemis for the find, and the essence of the universe for its timely gift.

blue cloak falls down, sprinkled in with black stars that seem to appear hypnotically throughout the threads. they flail uncontrollably, swaying about here and there as if the bearer appeared to struggle. all the same, feathers fall frantically; a deep blue helicopter that shifted into black and brown as they touched the earth. flapping from either pair of wings cause an already unstable branch to billow further.

“ help!! please, you there!! “  a large arm reached out, fingers of a near snow-white beauty dangle out, coming no where near the top of the boy’s head. they twiddle slowly – surprisingly holding a supreme amount of patience despite the situation he had forced himself in.  “ my robes got stuck in these branches while i climbed the tree… and i fear for my safety if i struggle any longer. “

and thus, the first trial begins.

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MERETRICIOUS - KNAVE .

His eyes had been fixated on the altar he mustered up, hoping to bring some kind of ease forth. He still felt tired and restless, but if this worked, it could change. A chuckled sigh as he thinks of his own amusing efforts, another culture being called for his own selfishness, would the deity notice, if it were to answer?

Yet, he saw it, or rather he could barely see, the room growing so dark, as if the lights had been turned off, as if he had chosen to try and sleep already. He thought that maybe he had truly fallen asleep and that, now, he was dreaming of his call being answered. But, that was untrue, he had been responded while awake… Or maybe he had already grown so delusional, that his mind played pleasant and eerie tricks just to give him a sense of belief, that his efforts hadn’t been made in vain.  

“Hypnos. It really is you, isn’t it?” he asked, just to make sure. Well, how could he prove it? His head could also affirm this, were it true or not. But, he chose to believe it. That manner of speaking was unlike any other person he had heard before, he couldn’t have constructed this by himself, he thought. No use glancing in the darkness, so he chose to look towards where his altar was. “The yokai… they would not answer.” And if they did, Kuroiwa would not trust them. Somehow, he himself felt like one of those monsters and he knew that, if he were another person, he wouldn’t trust himself. So, why not choose one that seemed reliable enough? His trust could be absent, but he still leaned to believe that this one could give him something, anything at all. 

“To be honest, I did not think you’d answer me, either. But, I figured I would not let my small research go to waste. That I should try with you, instead.” he pauses, hoping this doesn’t ruin his encounter. “Yet, since you did answer, should I believe that you may grant me this need? The need of having a good night’s rest, for once?” 

there was an audible pause. a sort of silence in the deep black surrounding the mortal. the yokai? the spirits of japan? wouldn’t answer someone like him? mouth parts as the dark clouds from below nearly fade away. why would that be? they often fly wherever they want and whatever energies feed them. some don’t need proper offerings even -- just specific shadow work, emotions, and personal belongings to attach to. something about that pulled at those resting feathers; it didn’t sit well.

room rumbles with a sort of unamused energy. the darkness fades somewhat, lifting the veil of the underworld quite well. his presence, though in fact still current and apparent, was significantly weaker. truthfully, it is at this moment that the deity wondered whether or not there should be trust here. that if reaching out was truly a beneficial option; would they continue to give to him? how much energy would be placed upon him? an inhale as these thoughts enter. an exhale.

give him benefits, the lord told himself. they might be new. after all, this altar, though hypnos appreciated, wasn’t much.

“ aye, i am the deity of sleep. son of nyx and erebos. lord of sleep, here to assist all those who reach out to me. “  head sinks deeper in the pillows back home as balance within is restored. the blackness within either eye is deepened. the room returns to the deep dark -- the veil lifting once more.  “ be cautious, mortal, for you are lucky. had it been heard by someone else, some other malicious entity, there would be someone else in my place. “

a head tilt. pillows shift. hypnos feels his wife dig into his ribs. he groans, the room rumbles, and he continues to speak.

“ sleep you may, mortal. yet -- “  eyes pop open wide. room becomes a complete void, empty, with twinkling stars filling the ceiling as the power and presence of the god grows ever stronger.  “ you have reached out to me, and your assistance has been answered. are ye truly ready to have divination guide thee life? yokai would have been easier, and i see that ye must have been... unpleasant if they denied every request. “

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@finncomet​ liked for a main verse starter .

after the second request of hera, it is not oft that deities and entities ask for his assistance. perhaps, if they may not rest. it is, in fact, his strongest power. albeit other sorts of aid were hardly sought. it was his worshipers, his human followers, that ask for his other powers: mental stability, balance, happiness, acceptance of self. sleep, though it’s the primary chunk of his primordial life, isn’t the only relief he can give to others. after all, it was the whisper of life itself who brought him up from the bed of ivory. they requested assistance -- help their reincarnation on a planet called ooo find true balance once more.

their name was finn. an otherworldly being brought after eternal destruction. watching from below, watching through the eyes of songbirds and through the black of night, hypnos gazed upon his life. he dropped here and there, hints that spoke of the world. life. earth. the past. he brought upon him a million or so red herrings -- little tidbits of information to be wary of within the self. because, though he was seemingly life incarnate, he was very mortal in all else. especially the thoughts. which, the deity found quite ironic.

thankfully though, ooo is a strange place. as such, the presence of the being wouldn’t have to be shadowed by mortality. energy then mustn’t be misplaced. snatching the life of a bird as finn ran through a thick forest, hypnos popped up inside a tree. silently, the deity thanked artemis for the find, and the essence of the universe for its timely gift.

blue cloak falls down, sprinkled in with black stars that seem to appear hypnotically throughout the threads. they flail uncontrollably, swaying about here and there as if the bearer appeared to struggle. all the same, feathers fall frantically; a deep blue helicopter that shifted into black and brown as they touched the earth. flapping from either pair of wings cause an already unstable branch to billow further.

“ help!! please, you there!! “  a large arm reached out, fingers of a near snow-white beauty dangle out, coming no where near the top of the boy’s head. they twiddle slowly -- surprisingly holding a supreme amount of patience despite the situation he had forced himself in.  “ my robes got stuck in these branches while i climbed the tree... and i fear for my safety if i struggle any longer. “

and thus, the first trial begins.

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some lil’ headcanons of mine:

those moments where you fall in your sleep – those are the moments when hypnos looks away to refill the torch to drip the opium concoction onto your eyes.

those who die in their sleep are from the work of the twins, no doubt.

hypnos strays far from the cave to gather the poppies for opium; he is not weak in his work and will get exactly as much needed. thankfully to the goddess of the river lethe, the poppies are back for him the next night. <3

hypnos, though usually an extremely laid back and carefree god, really doesn’t like when people disrupt the silence and darkness in his cave. the only exception is the goddess of the lethe, as it stretches into his home. and hera, as pasithea is all he could have asked for.

asmr? do you mean something hypnos invented with the help of pasithea?

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do you ever have your deity call you out in the middle of therapy 😳

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i just got a divination reading from hypnos through one of my favorite readers and he really be out here saying "yo wtf you put so much work into yourbpassion and you're just gonna drop it? disappointment."

😳

that explains why i felt like i upset him

i might be coming back after all. 😳

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sorry for being quiet guys. i've decided to shift my rping over to discord, as tumblr is starting to make me feel really uncomfortable.

but to the few who follow me, here's my altar to lord hypnos. ♡

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i wish i didn't feel so lonely

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@manenimittliv liked for a human verse starter!​

It was rare.

Hardly ever, did Hypnos stay in the mortal world. It was uncommon for him to leave the river, or the cave for that matter. But some instances had called for him -- one of them being the ever-turning night that swept the sun away. Those that lost their minds from insomnia, those who lost their stability; that was whom the deity visited for. Dropping signs here and there: feathers of chirping birds, sudden exhaustion, and signs of growing poppies.

Which, incidentally, was why he remained longer than intended. Arms hold tight and close a pot of poppies. The flowers bounce with his steps out the floral shop. A soft smile -- handsome in nature -- responds to the seemingly odorless flora. But still, nose inhales and countenance shifts into a bright face. A soft chuckle as Hypnos pulls face away, satisfied.

“ A good find today, certainly! “  did the deity murmur, stepping down the sidewalk with a gentle pep in either stride.  “ Now, to finally head home. “

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prayer of help to hypnos.

it grows ever difficult, o fair hypnos, to cling to the present. it grows ever difficult, o fair hypnos, to remain peaceful. i beg thee to give me strength through my shadow, to grow out of the dark. teach me the peace you felt upon the gift of hera, teach me the peace you breathe as your family gave you strength. guide me through these transgessions, teach me that i am no longer in the past. feed me the drops of the river from your horn, your branch, oh lord of slumber, master of illusions, god of sleep -- to assist me in my mental stability; one that you felt as pasithea became yours. help me, oh fair lord, bring me peace, bring me relaxation, bring me the beauty of forgetting, forgiveness, of solemn mind. oh fair hypnos, i pray to thee -- i worship thee in our sleep.

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segovia, spain

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taking a moment to rest while on their way to visit peepaw (gender neutral) chaos

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Photographed by Elizabeth Elder for Miss G Designs.

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like this for a starter from my human verse. ♡

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like this for a starter in my main verse. ♡

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