AP Ottovan

Something fast. Something fun. Something we've not really done.

I'm still interested, hopefully we can get a few more folks to join us

The World Unravelled- A God RP

@Rabidporcupine

I've already gobbled up fire, sorry

The World Unravelled- A God RP

Lasair (WIP)

Lasair Fire-Patron

Fire

Lightning / Ruin / Stars / Warmth / Wrath

Core Appearance

The clouds inside of the opal roll and move, occassionally creating lightning. It is a perpetual storm at sunrise.

Personality

Relationships

Alliegances

Lasair helps people that help him and harm people that harm him. He's not interested in the throne, but merely the respect of whoever is sitting in it.

Domain

This domain is filled with lava, obsidian, ash, and brimstone, to the point where it resembles Hell. It is hot and glowing, the volcanoes creating near constant ash-storms. Demonic beings and creatures made of fire reside here, finding comfort in the unending heat. These are also his people, along with those rare mortals that can stand and enjoy the temperature.

Avatar & Anathema

His Avatar, Milleadh.


His Anathema, Rionna.

The Portal Opens

Totally interested! :D

Poetry From The Mouths Of Obstreperous Creatures

This one was inspired by several Tarot Cards from the pack my friend gave me. The World card is the one that inspired me the most, if you couldn't tell.

The Earth Mother Speaks

Wonder not what God thinks, only what the Earth-Mother speaks.
Wonder why the flowers bloom and the birds sing,
Not why the man reads of impossible things.

Do not believe in what you can’t see, only in the tangible.
Wonder why eggshells are soft and why the waters are cold,
Do not listen to the church of all things.

Question the reality, do not chalk it up to one thing.
Gods, they say. No, they aren’t Gods.
They are elements; fire, water, air, earth, and life.

Everything is either here or isn’t, there is no state of in-between.
Calm your flustered heart and rest in the Earth-Mother’s cradle.
Listen to her stories of the ships and the storm.

The man in the moon has answers to your questions,
But they are nothing short of lies. Listen to your mother,
Not the liar in the sky.

Think of new beginnings and old ends.
Think of what astounds you, what confuses you.
Think of a world of possibility, if only you gave it a chance.

Believe in the earth around you,
Believe in the sky above you,
And the oceans that surround you.

Look not into the void, for it will engulf you.
It will give no satisfaction, and will not protect you.
It will whisper secrets, but it is not wise to listen.

Ignore the man on the cross, for there is not such a thing as sin.
Even with murder and hell-fire, there is not such a thing as a devil.
Only mankind, and all of its thoughts.

Pray at your altar of oak and stone,
And wonder why, if such a kind and perfect man exists,
Why would he give the children he loves pain?
Does he wish to see us writhe in our own skins?
To shake in our leather boots?
To treat him like a cruel master rather than a kind father?

Feel the wind against you, and taste the sun in the air.
Lay your head against a bed of roses, and suffer not,
For it is not thorns that press into you, but the soft petals and dreams of tomorrow.

Laugh with the crow and sing with the robin,
Worry not with the cat, and contemplate with the hen.
Create with the spider and fly with the swan.

Bask in the sun and sleep with the moon,
Soar with the stars and lay against the clouds,
Be one with the universe and revel in life.

Poetry From The Mouths Of Obstreperous Creatures

Please Note:
These are quotes from several songs that I mish-mashed into a blackout poem of sorts. I wish I could remember all the songs the first one is from. Alas, I do not know.

The Whimpers Of A Dying Man

I hear you whisper,
“I've seen better days.”

We're alone in a cobweb afternoon.
“I'm begging you, please.”

I know of sin,
What things did I see?

Hands held to the sky,
Flittering ghosts claiming life is a fever dream.

“We weep for all we failed to be.”

God's Going To Cut Down The Wolf

(God's Going To Cut You Down (Johnny Cash) and The Wolf (SIAMES)

The liar and gambler,
Each day, are hiding in the sunshine.

The shuffle of angels’ feet,
Dancing in the moonlight.

Call my name,
Await your mistake.

Throw your rock and hide your hand,
Truth becomes lie.

My heart stood still,
I can see the dark in your eyes.

Sneaking in the pain,
I want to trust myself.

Vermillion Demons

(Vermillion Pt. 2 (Slipknot) and My Demons (Starset)

They don't know the feeling,
All the torment and the pain.

We are one in the same,
The song no one sings.

Take all of the pain,
Torn into pieces.

I cannot stop this sickness,
She's a myth I have to believe in.

I can feel you out there,
Save me.

Poetry From The Mouths Of Obstreperous Creatures

Please Note:
These are two fairly short poems, not one weird choppy poem.

The Sun Speaks Of Calamity And Tragety

Who knows what the sun speaks of?
What the moon whispers?
What the stars gossip?

Maybe, if we took the time to listen
We’d finally understand,
The symphony of screams coming from their infinite mouths.

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Calamity meets tragedy,
Black meets dark gray,
All the same in the meaning,
Different in the color.

White and silver,
Corpse and carrion,
The sallow breeds sickness,
The blood breeds fear.

All the same in time,
Different in the endings,
What do we really know,
When time comes to a grinding halt?

Poetry From The Mouths Of Obstreperous Creatures

Please Note:
These are two fairly short poems, not one weird choppy poem.

Is Gods Greatest Gift A Winter Rose?

The Raven and the Rabbit,
The Cat and the Crow,
What a world we live in,
With such a thing as a Winter Rose.

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Is God’s greatest gift the Summer Sun or the Winter breeze?
Perhaps its the ability to think and do as we please?

Poetry From The Mouths Of Obstreperous Creatures

Warning
This poem is kind of crazy and may provoke feelings of stress or anxiety. If you are uncomfortable with that, please do not read this.
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The Ramblings Of A Lonely Mind

No one is here
No one is here
There's no one here

No one
No one
No body here

No one is here
No one's here
No one here

They're gone
They've left you
Abandoned
Abandonment

No one is here
No one is here
No one is here for you

Stranger
A stranger sitting in her seat
Who do you think you are

No one here
No one here
No one here for you

This struggle
No thought
No nothing
Why aren't you here
You left me

No one here
No one here
No one here

Stranger has left
No one left
No one here for me
Who do you think you are
Go away strangers
Bring her back

Bring her back
Bring her back
I want her
Not you
Not you
Not you

Picky picky
No one here
No one here
No one here anymore

Poetry From The Mouths Of Obstreperous Creatures

Warning
This poem talks about severe anxiety and depression. If you are uncomfortable with that, please do not read this.
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The Darkness Of Today

The ink from my pen reminds me of the abyss.
It reminds me of all the thing forgotten and left behind.
It reminds of the darkness of today, tomorrow, and next week.

The broken tip of my pencil reminds me of things unsaid,
And things I wish I could erase.
It reminds me of all the words to come out my mouth, wishing they could crawl back.

My red pen reminds me of all my mistakes.
All the 60%s, the failures.
It reminds me of every little red speck of blood against my skin, when I wish I could be out of it.

The dog-eared pages of my borrowed book remind me of everything wrong I’ve ever done.
They remind me of when I stole cookies from the animal shaped jar,
They remind me of my vandalism, my rudeness, and my fear.

The person next to me peeking up over their computer reminds me of everything I’ll never have.
The things I won’t taste, touch, or smell.
The experiences I’ll miss, the people I’ll never meet, the apologies I’ll never get to say.

This next to empty room reminds me of all the people I pushed away.
All the friends I used to have but said goodbye to.
All the people I have yet to meet, and all the relationships I have yet to ruin.

Everything here reminds me of myself.
Reminds me how little I am, truly.
How big, and important, every move I make seems to be.

It reminds me of every day I’ve had to say sorry,
Every day I’ve cried,
And every day I’ve suffered to stay alive.