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𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 M̶i̶s̶c̶h̶i̶e̶f̶ 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
❝ —— 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳. 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵. 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭. 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥. ❞
written by #☽𝘺𝘢𝘻☾ || sfw & nsfw for dark themes || no lewd || 21+ mdni
#mcurp
❝ —— 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳. 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵. 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭. 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥. ❞
written by #☽𝘺𝘢𝘻☾ || sfw & nsfw for dark themes || no lewd || 21+ mdni
#mcurp
❝ therapy serves no purpose. ❞
September 12, 2025 at 10:01 PM
❝ therapy serves no purpose. ❞
❝ when everything feels fragile, it’s the moment to learn how to mend. ❞
September 12, 2025 at 6:16 PM
❝ when everything feels fragile, it’s the moment to learn how to mend. ❞
❝ no... unlike... asgard.... midgard has four seasons recurring every year. winter, spring, summer and autumn. they are distinctive by their temperature, weather and length of daylight. ❞
September 8, 2025 at 5:46 PM
❝ no... unlike... asgard.... midgard has four seasons recurring every year. winter, spring, summer and autumn. they are distinctive by their temperature, weather and length of daylight. ❞
❝do not cast such a glance. i dont have any currency!❞ he marches swiftly down the busy street like a shadow in plain sight towards a vast park. Central Park, if he recalled correctly. it was the season of death and decay, its visual symbolized by the change of color and falling leaves. ❝pretty.❞
September 8, 2025 at 4:34 PM
❝do not cast such a glance. i dont have any currency!❞ he marches swiftly down the busy street like a shadow in plain sight towards a vast park. Central Park, if he recalled correctly. it was the season of death and decay, its visual symbolized by the change of color and falling leaves. ❝pretty.❞
❝ knowing that your taste is rather bor—❞ he catches his tongue, chuckles and reprises himself. ❝ modest... i got you a fresh brewed herbal tea... NOW... we should be on our way before that treasure clerk realizes that the gold i've given her were in fact, a bunch of rocks. ❞
September 8, 2025 at 4:07 PM
❝ knowing that your taste is rather bor—❞ he catches his tongue, chuckles and reprises himself. ❝ modest... i got you a fresh brewed herbal tea... NOW... we should be on our way before that treasure clerk realizes that the gold i've given her were in fact, a bunch of rocks. ❞
❝ yes well... their inferiority is displayed in many ways. their choice of sustenance and beverages however... almost temps to steal one or two to replace the ones we have... ❞
August 26, 2025 at 4:16 PM
❝ yes well... their inferiority is displayed in many ways. their choice of sustenance and beverages however... almost temps to steal one or two to replace the ones we have... ❞
time and time again, midgardians have proven to be quite... dull-witted...
August 22, 2025 at 10:48 PM
time and time again, midgardians have proven to be quite... dull-witted...
*steps out of a cafe, sipping on an iced latte and wearing big dark sunglasses as the only real diguise*
August 22, 2025 at 10:42 PM
*steps out of a cafe, sipping on an iced latte and wearing big dark sunglasses as the only real diguise*
his father, his brother, his mother... oh he could not meet her broken heart carved in her gaze.
he looks at Vekel and his shoulders slump. his back is no longer holding its rigid pose. he was all but vulnerable.
he looks at Vekel and his shoulders slump. his back is no longer holding its rigid pose. he was all but vulnerable.
February 17, 2025 at 4:30 PM
his father, his brother, his mother... oh he could not meet her broken heart carved in her gaze.
he looks at Vekel and his shoulders slump. his back is no longer holding its rigid pose. he was all but vulnerable.
he looks at Vekel and his shoulders slump. his back is no longer holding its rigid pose. he was all but vulnerable.
there is nothing he can do but listen. his head hangs low, eyes rooted to the ground. his fists clench, fingernails digging into the palm of his hands and the cuffs only compress tighter around his wrists.
the shame grows like thorns, slithers like snakes. he must the innevitable. [ + ]
the shame grows like thorns, slithers like snakes. he must the innevitable. [ + ]
February 17, 2025 at 4:30 PM
there is nothing he can do but listen. his head hangs low, eyes rooted to the ground. his fists clench, fingernails digging into the palm of his hands and the cuffs only compress tighter around his wrists.
the shame grows like thorns, slithers like snakes. he must the innevitable. [ + ]
the shame grows like thorns, slithers like snakes. he must the innevitable. [ + ]
[ starters / icebreakers ]
[ send me a sentence ]
[ send me a sentence ]
February 5, 2025 at 3:11 PM
[ starters / icebreakers ]
[ send me a sentence ]
[ send me a sentence ]
he shakes his head... an unspoken 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴.
February 5, 2025 at 3:04 PM
he shakes his head... an unspoken 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴.
——he notices vekel's emotional shifts. where words are restrained, the eyes often speak a great deal. a pang of shame squeezes its grip surrounding his heart but what burns behind his gaze is the anger, the fury. to be denied what was rightfully his. born to be a king, he is a GOD. [ + ]
February 5, 2025 at 3:04 PM
——he notices vekel's emotional shifts. where words are restrained, the eyes often speak a great deal. a pang of shame squeezes its grip surrounding his heart but what burns behind his gaze is the anger, the fury. to be denied what was rightfully his. born to be a king, he is a GOD. [ + ]