#ofgospel

☾ ˚⊹  ❛❛ “ i’ve seen you. in the news… ” (hi there! )

        — @ofgospel​

                                 Criminal   adjusted   his   jacket   with   a   shrug,   head   ominously   tilting   as   he   listened   to   the   other.   He   had   a   reputation.   Of   course   he   did.   As   time   passed   and   he   got   less   caring   about   his   publicized,   he   had   always   known   his   targets   were   rather   big   names.   Giving   a   nod   to   the   man   standing   before   him,   he   shifted   his   feet   and   looked   at   him.               ❛❛   Not   possible.   Not   me   you've   seen.   Leaves   behind   too   much   evidence.   Name's   Ruv.   ❜

                                 What   was   he   going   to   do?   When   faced   with   a   known   killer,   was   he   going   to   run?

       — @ofgospel​

My muse(s): Ruvyzvat

Your muse: Sammy Lawrence my beloved

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your interpretation

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

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@ofgospel​ sent:

❝ Its just, well, you see, I think everything’s terrible anyhow. ❞

“Aw c’mon Sammy, not everything’s terrible!”

Even as she said it, she wasn’t a hundred percent convinced of that herself. Everything did feel pretty terrible most of the time. But still, there were some good things, she just had to remind herself- and Sammy too, apparently. 

“There’s plenty of good things happening all the time! I mean look at us, we’re practically makin’ miracles here, isn’t that amazing?”

Do Re Mi | Open | @ofgospel

Henry’s not much of a singer. That much is clear in his choice of careers: animation over music making. But even so, it’s still hard to resist singing--or perhaps mumbling--the words to a song that’s playing on the radio as he works on the latest frame. It helps keep things running, for him, a little smoother.

🎼 “So close to getting in my head, all of the dirty words you said. As lies would overflow and drown me out of breath. But still, I held on to the edge.” 

It wasn’t every day that Hope had a free period, during the day, but today was special. Another student busted another hole in one of the walls and extra teachers were called to settle the situation that made it happen. One of those teachers was her own, leaving her with no one in the private classroom. 

Of course she was going to use it to practice her heavy-accented English, and use one of her methods of keeping steady as she practiced her talent. With herself floating in midair, she sings along to a tune playing on her also floating phone. 🎼 “So go ahead and talk the talk, cause I’ll be watching as you dro~op. I’ll soar up to the sky as you watch me from below! Fate’s on my side and it will show! Ooo, I never believed in superstitions! Ooo, but I know its in my intuition! I won’t take your bait, no need to make you pay, cause karma’s gonna help me any way- Watch out! Karma’s what you make~!”

It’s officially that point in the work cycle, for Buddy at least, where he’s starting to lose track of how long it’s been ever since he started working at the studio. Time without making a delivery is spent making certain drawings, and the time while acting as a gopher is...well, spent mapping out the studio.

This is the music department, after all. So where’s the office...?

-- @ofgospel​ prayed.

;; alright gon/ta stannie

  -- @ofgospel​​ confessed.

SEND ‘ ✂ ‘ && MY MUSE WILL KILL YOURS. // accepting!

   ⚜️ ) —- What could it have been that drew her to this place? An abandoned house of darkness, riddled with creatures of the damned who all bathed in it. Would desperation have lead her to seek shelter here? Had she sensed something vital: power -- perhaps? Surely, she would trust herself not to stray from her own path for a mere cry of pain or a call for help -- as cruel as it would be.

      Whatever the answer - whatever her reasoning prior, both become lost, fleeting past her alongside the wooden walls she gallops past. What could it matter to her now, anyway? She remains running for her life all the same.

  How surprised was she to come across another in the lonely, darkened halls, & one of sound mind-- or sound enough not to attack immediately, at that; yet his weapon is noted straight away. How surprising yet, to find someone so likeminded, as the notion of Gods had somehow been mentioned & there, idle chatter had sparked betwixt them. 

How foolish was she, to think for a moment that he might not be a threat. How foolish was she, to think their talking might keep that axe of his glued to his side.