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    ❝ My age ?? ❞ The deity giggles.  ❝ I’m a bit over two hundred        years old now. How old might you be? ❞ A fistful of flowers        appears in his hand again, and he’s quick to make a second        crown and offer it out.  ❝ Of course. Although I find that hard        to believe. Are the humans still that mean to witches? ❞

     ♛→     ❝ Ain’t that intriguin’. After survivin’ when I was ya age, I had an average life.                            But, thanks fo’ the flowers. No one’s givin’ me anythin’ befo’.  ❞

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   ❝ i feel HOMESICK for a place that doesn’t EXIST. ❞              ❝ -- i feel HOMESICK in my own HOME. ❞

✿  indie roleplay blog for two fandomless ocs, a nature god and an alien. ★  multi-verse and multi-ship. ✿  6+ years of roleplaying experience, 3+ years on tumblr. ★  underage mun.

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space moodboard — requested by @aelinqueen 

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❝ i don’t even know if i could survive in space. ❞    he wonders aloud, staring at his hands as if to    ground himself. ❝ or if the earth would survive    without ME. ❞ a glance upwards. ❝ are you from    there? space? ❞

“i mean, there are plants in space, but  i don’t know if it’s the same as on earth.  listen, i know this is hard to understand,  but i’m really not gonna be great at  explaining it.”

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❝ of course i’ll take care of her !! i’ll feed her ‘nd    clothe her ‘nd take her on walks and teleport    her shit to another dimension. -- jokes on you,    i’m into that. ❞ 

“are you going to take care of her?  because i don’t want a dog. i’ve  never wanted a dog. i mean, i have  you, that’s enough pet for one  person.”

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     Jackson wasn’t SCARED of cemeteries. Well, maybe he was a bit...      UNCOMFORTABLE. But he would rather keep up his facade of an      unwavering and careless personality than admit his fears. Although      the sudden voice does cause the alien to jump with a pathetic little yip,      pointed ears flattening against his head.  ❝ FUCK, you surprised me      half to death !! Warn a dude next time. ❞ He huffs, running a hand      through his overgrown curls.  

     ❝ Uh, jus’ maybe tellin’ me where I am could help ?? ❞ He scrambles      for an excuse, an explanation. Humans always needed them, nosy little      shits. ❝ -- Guess I went on a bender or somethin’ last night. ❞ Good      enough. He shrugs. At the stranger’s joke, Jackson can’t help but          chuckle and raise an eyebrow. ❝ Well-trained ghouls you’ve got here then. ❞

Elmer had seen strange occurrences, but never a man seemingly appear out of nowhere. It was true that spirits could disappear then reappear from one place to the next, but as far as the grave keeper was concerned, this stranger wasn’t deceased. Drawing his book away from his face, the ghost watched the gentleman for a moment from his position upon Madame Cambree’s grave; she never minded him sitting here, so long as he didn’t dirty the top with his shoes. Marking his page by folding the top edge, Elmer placed the book down and hopped off the grave; he would never ignore somebody who was lost. It was his job to look out for wanderers, after all.

The grave keeper hadn’t missed the comment, and he was thrown somewhat; he qualified as a ghost, but he never shouted that out for all to hear. In most cases, those who visited Southview never suspected that the groundskeeper was dead – Elmer sometimes forgot that fact about himself, also. “Hi – hello!” Elmer returned with a kindly smile as he approached the gentleman, “I look after the grounds here. Is there anything I can help with?” A chuckle followed as the ghost added, “Don’t worry – I told the ghosts to behave today, so you’ll be fine.” He hoped he managed to make it sound like a joke.

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          ❝ I thought you were a GOD. Call it wishful thinking.              Hard to be a lonely god. -- I apologise, I didn’t mean              to sound like that. I actually haven’t seen a witch in              years. It’s INTRIGUING. ❞

      ♛→     ❝ Well, thank you…But, I guess ya thought I was someone else?                            Someone better. It’s okay if ya thought dat. No one likes witches. ❞

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     ❝ Disney ?? ❞ The deity can already tell this is going to be a rite of passage, just based on her reaction. So he huddles into his moss blanket further, raising a wary eyebrow at the girl. ❝ There is no modern technology in the forest. It’s hard to watch films with trees and squirrels. ❞ Cassius giggles, amused by his own joke.

She finds her smile brightened by the use slang. It’s nice, hearing the words she has taught coming from his lips, especially with the way he usually talks. “You haven’t seen a movie since then? That means you’ve missed every Disney movie!” It seems that it had been decided what they’ll be watching for the night, then.

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          ❝ A witch ?? ❞ Forgive him if he sounds a bit disappointed. He always hoped to come across other gods, but no luck so far. ❝ I thought your people went extinct. Humans never took to you all too kindly, did they? ❞ He remembers with a frown. ❝ Nature is all I can give. Offerings are simply polite, and I can’t exactly give you a deer in greeting. Hence, flower. ❞

Jasmine did not know what to say. This boy is different. Energy of extraordinary powers leaked from him. She could already see he is not human. The best thing about this is, she can easily reveal herself without any worried of the boy being afraid. She finally speaks to answer. 

        ♛→     ❝ Ima witch.  And why is an immortal givin’ a witch a pretty flower? ❞ 

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     The deity opens his mouth to question her further, but quickly closes his lips into a soft smile instead. He figures he’s already made this sleeping celebration more complicated than it really is, so he’ll just try and go along. ❝ I don’t think I’ve seen a movie since 1903. ❞ He remarks with a giggle. A blanket of moss and flowers quickly spawns from his shoulder blades, and he wraps himself into it like a shawl. ❝ Sounds -- cool. ❞

“Well, you don’t have to sleep.” At the slumber party she had gone to, back in the fifth grade, she had been too afraid to sleep. Afraid that someone might try to prank her, or something. “We can just stay up and eat food, and watch movies. That’s always fun.”

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anything and everything. favorites. thoughts on people, on events. what they would do in a certain situation. how things would be different if something had/hadn’t happened. simple questions, complex questions. have at it!

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     the god furrows his brow, rubbing at the clover growing in on his chin. ❝ -- i don’t think i’ve ever actually slept. ❞ he realises quietly, scrunching up his nose. ❝ meditated. but not slept. how do i SLUMBER at this slumber party then ?? ❞

There’s a small giggle that escapes her lips. “It’s just where you party, and then you all fall asleep together afterwards. It’s a fun thing, I think.” She’s only actually ever been to one, and she’s assuming that one with Cassius will go a lot better.

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     as if she had never taken it, another flowers appears in his hand, then another, until he’s holding a fistful. but hopefully, she wouldn’t notice. humans were so quick to doubt their own eyes and minds. with quick fingers, he makes a crown and put it on his locs in a matter of seconds.  ❝ you seem -- off. ❞ the deity remarks softly. perhaps she was a god as well? ❝ who are you? ❞

Jasmine liked the flower, but the situation felt awkward. This boy was so young. The witch leans forward to accept a flower.

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     the alien had never been one to frequent cemeteries. they stirred thoughts       he wanted to avoid, the mourning process in particular. but with his luck,      he’s found himself in between headstones and statues, despite how      he EXPLICITLY asked his teleportation device to take him to the beach.      with a groan that could wake the dead, he wanders between the graves,      looking for any one with a heartbeat to tell him just where the hell he is.            ❝ ‘ello ?? groundskeeper ?? anybody ?? not countin'               ghosts because please don’t fuck wit’ me ?? ❞

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❝ but are there plants in space ??    sunflowers on the moon ??    algae on neptune ??  ❞

“depends on what you mean. i’ve seen life on different  planets, but not life inside the vacuum of space. i mean,  other than those like us.”