☠ See you soon ☠

    .... well not really, adulting has been running me ragged buuuut i’m thinking of a little restart of sorts if y’know... if you still want this crusty ol’ bag of bones to hang around and bug you

☠:*ﾟ   ❛ AND HOW ELSE  would you like me to look upon you? ❜   so petite is she before him. so seemingly delicate. but oh how deathly pale emerald hues would shine with disdain. such utter indifference to befall one who has given all that he is to her. this avatar of DEATH. her champion of OBLIVION.

❛ you who has only ever given me death. ❜     a black hole of vocal cords her tone is that of static; UNHOLY and disjointed, chilling to the very core. robes would sweep and collect before her, gathering about bare feet, pulling, R I S I N G until she begins to tower over him

               °☆ –  ❛  ——- ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ  ғᴇᴇʟꜱ  ᴀʟʟ. ❜   sees all,  is all.   the essence of life  &  time courses through celestial veins.   twinkling fingers twitch,  softly curl,  coil into tightening fists concealed within their billowing cloak.   words which quietly follow could not of been spoken in a more sombre tone.     ❛  ɪ  ʜᴀʀʙᴏᴜʀ  ɴᴏ  ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ  ᴛʜᴀᴛ … ʏᴏᴜ  ᴅᴏ  ᴛᴏᴏ.  ❜

Random headcanon

Death is (or at least in the way i like to write her) somewhat of a parasite. She feeds into people’s negative emotions, and at times, depending on the person, will turn those emotions against them. Things like pain, despair, or fear are like indulgent pleasures to her. She thrives on these emotions and will find any way to pervert them for her own entertainment. 

“Jeez, babe, it’s been a long time since we did this dance. I figured you’d moved on, I mean, you have, right? Didn’t you warm up to Brolin?”

       THANOS QUIPPED his mouth to slither in silence, nothing to be said could justify nor increase the probability of what he done was in FAVOR. For himself or ones asking, then his words of reassurance would do him no good. There was something LOOKED further into, then none at all. Rest was not attired to his stature neither for Death.  “ You’ve seen or heard , for what i ask now was it enough? ”   ( sc made for @notofcomfort  ) 

    ☠:*ﾟ SLOWLY DOES THE MISTRESS appear to him. skeletal figure materializing the glamour of skin. the very cosmos drape her robe; supernovae and black holes make a fabric of a constant DEATH. 

    𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵

            she speaks without speaking. lips would move for naught, as he is still undeserving.

     ☠:*ﾟ  TATTERED ROBES twist and dance along unknown beats. playful are those infinite strands in the presence of her cosmic sibling.