GENTLE PSA; the best way to interact with me is through memes. you could send that thing @ me even though i’ve posted it five months ago and i’d still answer and appreciate it. it’s hard to think up starters out of the blue unless they’re plotted, but memes are just good and gives you a general idea of what’s happening. so please, if you see a meme on my blog, SEND THE MEME.
‘no need to be so h o s t i l e. would rather not have to REPLACE anything in here due to an outburst.‘
‘you see, i’m ALWAYS hostile. it doesn’t matter when, where, or who i’m with. in-fact, maybe i SHOULD have you replace something. just for good SPORT.’
it’s the year of our lord 2018 and i still need a blackheart to write with.
“ I have no association with my father. You’re wasting time by being here. ” Raven turns to regard the prince of hell, her purple eyes ablaze with anger. Among the mortal world, alongside the Titans, she savors the luxuries of being away from her father and any minions who reside in his domain. She has distanced herself mind and body through meditation and travel, but it seems that even then they find ways of finding her. “ What do you want ? ”
“That may be true, but there is no harm in simply dropping in.” Not that Ky ever simply ‘dropped’ in – not with-out needing something that is. Just like this time – so, if she wanted to by-pass all the formalities? So be it. “Besides, I just need a favor – a very small one at that.”
❝ at the risk of sounding like a broken record; i don’t care what you believe. i’m not my family and i’m most certainly not my father. my name is ky’lar richardson and this is my story. ❞
↳ indi | private | mixed canon| mutuals only | 18 + | triggering content | runs off queue | penned by andre |
“If you’re going to start ripping each other apart… at least let me get some popcorn.”
At the peal of a distant bell being rung, Thor springs into action, keeping both axes held out behind him as he led with his head and shoulders first. After trading a conventional hunk of uru for an arsenal that had something for every situation faced, he was forced to adapt and change up his fighting style to suit each hammer of the week.
Some, as he discovered the hard way, were not able to endure as much pressures placed upon it and promptly shattered, falling to pieces in his very grip, whilst others put an onus on functionality and flare over walloping foes. The duel axes he had gone for, which constituted one of his more offence orientated options, were already battle tested and had served him well as a focal device in the summoning and subsequent channelling of his lightning power.
And so, confident that the tools he was about to swing at the demon would not break easily, Thor partakes in Ky’s so-called games, letting his opening stroke be that of a pincer manoeuvre. Each axe is drawn level with the other and is promptly swung inwards, edge first, intending to wedge themselves into the demon’s side had he not the temerity of mind to try to dodge and evade such a bifurcating gesture.
A grin pulled at his lips as Thor granted his request for a fight. Such an interesting creature he was. He wasn’t just a Hero, but rather, he also was a God. One, that people still prayed to, and that made him just the adversary he didn’t just need, but also wanted.
Discovering his strengths was an ever evolving process that he doubted would ever cease. Weapons were decent and all, but they had much to be desired. Guns were far too unpredictable for his tastes. Bladed weaponry worked to an extent as their uses and yet they still lacked a certain touch. Magic, on the other hand was another thing entirely, and was far more specific than a blade or bullet.
However, Ky always preferred to use a mixture of magic, and hand to hand combat when needed. It may not have been the best of idea’s, but he was still a demon. He’d make sure to use whatever was on hand to win… even if he knew the odds were clearly stacked against him.
So, when Thor slammed both blades into his sides… he took it joyfully. The blades digging their way into his flesh as his left hand lifted to send a blast of dark energy at Thor to not just blast him back, but also to sear wherever it hit with burns. It was intended to strike him off guard even though it was a major risk if he failed to do what was intended.
Nick took a drink of his bourbon, not noticing the burn anymore. Perhaps he was actually still dead, and this demonic blooded idiot was here to torment him. No real way of knowing, was there?
“It’s a waste of time. Trust me, I’ve tried it. Never works.“
“It hasn’t worked for you.”
Was he being a bit too bold? Most likely. The warnings wouldn’t stop him from doing anything rash, but he’d at least listen…. more or less to them.
“I’m sure I can come up with something that won’t fail or be a waste… if everything goes to plan.”
Hellfirebound 