Muse as old as time

Josh looks over at the other, in the form his body had when he died, all those years ago. His appearance was of a 15 year old, and it was deceiving to many. Unlike some of his counterparts across the multiverse, he was old. 

Revenge {Sentence Starters}

Joshua looks up from his place on the couch in the Dead God’s Pad, at the intruder in his nice, quiet space. Of course it’d be Minamimoto, who else, really? He raises an eyebrow in curiosity.

Ah. The taboo boy. Syd observes him as he makes his plans, muttering and cursing, the darkness of one arm surprisingly fresh-looking, even now, weeks after that final Game. He was interesting. There was a spark of something that interested him. So he approached on silent wings, before materializing directly before the stranger.

“You are Sho Minamimoto.”

Teeth chew his lower lip, drawing forth that coppery crimson flow as gnashers sharpened, marking his plunge into that restless slumber. Standing opposite the villain, something resembling an audible threat rips forth from his throat, slipping past jaws that become unhinged, the change both quick and immediate. A deathlike pallor, nebulous pits. Horns like that of an imp and equally terrible claws to match.

A destructive vigour had possessed the youth, who momentarily held more in common with a wild beast. In a flash, its thoughts and compulsions had been simplified; the other male was an adversary. And needed to be wiped out.

@little-geecko‘s draw the squad meme

So I just drew the people Moira and Mags interact with the most... or in the case of Sho right there guillotine’d between Sven’s legs, someone I personally have interacted with a lot and hope to RP with a lot in the future.

hero or villain prompts  @minamimxto

The boy’s posture sags, overcome with relief. The other’s words help jettison a weight Jak was unaware he had shouldered; its departure renders him deflated. Letting a heavy head tilt backwards to rest against the wall behind him, he struggles to keep the same angle of repose - it’s a battle, in more ways than one. He’s fighting hard to keep relaxed, wants to believe that the stranger’s words hold true. 

Jak looked to the reaper with sharp hope, his gaze asking a question;