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a modern-day Hermes.
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Aah, that would be Brian. I have his number, you know. He did seem to enjoy himself.

You’re welcome! But there’s no need for that, honestly—your company’s enough.

I really should learn to not get drunk around you. I’m sure drunk-me had a lot of fun, but the clean up is always hell.

Besides, I apparently have a problem with…money management when I’m around you.

Try 67, 83, 2, 47, 82, 9.

If you come into a windfall, it’s none of my doing.

quickensilver :  ♫


"You know this can’t last forever, right?" Im turned to Hermes, taking another sip of her beer as the fire warmed her back. 

He just looked back to her, the sardonic expression of his face making his opinion clear. “You think don’t know that?”

She shook her head, tipping it back to glance up at the stars above them. “I don’t mean… I mean, obviously, some day I’m gonna…you know, bite it. Kick the bucket. Whatever you want to call it. I guess you have to deal with that a lot. But… I guess I know you better than you think, and you know me. You’re not gonna stick around forever. Neither am I. We both can’t stay in one place too long.” The beer had loosened her tongue and she rolled the bottle between her palms, staring down at the dirt between her knees.” And I’m just saying that there’s going to be a time when you call and all you’re going to get is a voicemail. And I’ll—I’ll be gone. Probably sooner rather than later. My kind don’t live long enough to get old and grey.”

There was more she wanted to say, but she couldn’t force herself to continue, and she just shook her head again. “Just thought I’d remind you. In case you cared.”

Born on a Train - The Magnetic Fields

Hermes listens to it all; absorbs the meaning of her speech easily as the Californian wine in his bloodstream. Gives her ample time to monologue and say her piece in full. Then, very deliberately, he sets his plastic glass down on the blanket and takes Im’s face in both his palms.

"I want you to pay very close attention. I’m not going to patronize you by reminding you of exactly who I am—a god and psychopomp—because that’s not going to get us anywhere. Instead, I’m going to tell you what that means.”

He shifts so that he’s kneeling before her. Drops his hands’ weight to Im’s shoulders and keeps her from looking anywhere but at his ancient eyes. “You are impermanent. Every heartbeat brings you closer to your end. You are fragile, and clumsy, and vivacious, and so lovely, Im, you have no idea how lovely life is.” It requires all his effort to keep his voice from cracking. “You will not be here forever, and that makes you all the more beautiful. And I—oh, damn it all.”

Hermes’ chest quakes from the onrush of emotion. It takes him a very long moment to breathe and compose himself. “I want so badly to be the one to show you to wherever you are headed. And I don’t care if it’s an afterlife I have no part in—Heaven or Hell or something different—but I need to see you off. I need to know that I brought you there safe.”

valixnce :  8, 9, 10, 13

8: What are some of your OC’s strengths?

Hermes is the most fantastic communicator. He’s exceptionally good at conveying ideas, and even if the material is dry, he does his best to try to make it interesting enough to listen to.

He’s great at making people feel welcomed. In a room, Hermes is the person who will actively approach wallflowers and try to get them to have a good time. God of hospitality, everyone.

9: What are some of your OC’s weaknesses?

Because he was brought up in a culture where this was the norm, Hermes is way more emotionally expressive than most men of today. If he’s excited, he will be very enthusiastic about it. And if he’s genuinely distressed, you can bet that there are going to be tears. It’s made for some embarrassing and awkward moments.

Hermes keeps himself busy more than he should, and he isn’t terribly good at prioritizing things. He’ll frequently leave projects abandoned simply because he can’t do everything at once. If he tells you he’ll do you a favor, there’s a good chance he’ll need reminding unless he gets on it immediately.

13: What is your OC’s earliest memory?

It involves cows. Specifically, it involves stealing his brother’s cows. Because that’s what god-babies do. They kidnap and sacrifice a couple cattle, gut a tortoise and make a musical instrument out of the shell, and hop right back in their cribs. All in all, a pretty productive day.

10: What is your OC’s favorite outfit?

You, my friend, have made a mistake in asking this question. It looks a little something like this.



Hermes thanks the gods that men’s fashion in formal wear is slow to update itself. Means he can keep using some of the same pieces for decades. Mind you, Hermes does like wearing simple and durable traveling clothes as well. But when he wants to make a striking impression? This.

Someday I’m going to get myself one of those ties because they are the most gorgeous thing.




quickensilver asked:

Bourbon and root beer, Im. Just trust me.

Last time I ‘trusted’ you, I ended up with 8 buck to my name, a hangover to end all hangovers, and two men in my bed. One of whom I didn’t recognize.

…but I’ll have to try it sometime.

Describe him, I may have slept with him.
You did. That’s why he was in my bed, you moron. Woulda been nice to remember if had slept with him as well, but I think you took care of that with the lovely amount of drinks you bought me. Thanks for that, by the way, I’ll have to return the favor some time.

Aah, that would be Brian. I have his number, you know. He did seem to enjoy himself.

You’re welcome! But there’s no need for that, honestly—your company’s enough.

How Well Do You Know Your OC
  • send me a number 1-60 and i'll answer the questions for my OC
  • 1: What's your OCs favorite color?
  • 2: Where does your OC work?
  • 3: What's your OCs favorite food?
  • 4: Does your OC prefer paper or plastic?
  • 5: How old is your OC?
  • 6: Does your OC have any supernatural powers?
  • 7: Is your OC in a relationship?
  • 8: What are some of your OCs strengths?
  • 9: What are some of your OCs weaknesses?
  • 10: What is your OCs favorite outfit?
  • 11: What is your OCs spirit animal?
  • 12: Is your OC sexually active?
  • 13: What is your OCs earliest memory?
  • 14: Does your OC have a cell phone? If so, what kind?
  • 15: What makes your OC angry?
  • 16: When is your OCs favorite time of year?
  • 17: How long can your OC hold their breath?
  • 18: What kind of underwear does your OC wear?
  • 19: Does your OC prefer plaid or polka dots?
  • 20: What's your OCs favorite kind of pizza?
  • 21: Who is your OCs best friend?
  • 22: Has your OC ever killed someone?
  • 23: Whats your OCs biggest secret?
  • 24: What does your OC smell like?
  • 25: What time of year does your OC prefer?
  • 26: Is your OC a human or an animal? (or something else idk)
  • 27: What languages does your OC speak?
  • 28: Does your OC like anime?
  • 29: Can your OC swim?
  • 30: What does your OC choose to do about the, er, hair down there?
  • 31: Does your OC believe in fairies?
  • 32: Did your OC go to college? What did they major in?
  • 33: Are your OCs parents dead?
  • 34: Is your OC religious?
  • 35: How flexible is your OC?
  • 36: What turns your OC on?
  • 37: What was your OCs first word?
  • 38: Does your OC have any pets?
  • 39: Who is your OCs biggest enemy?
  • 40: What is the craziest thing your OC has done?
  • 41: What is your OCs motto about life?
  • 42: Does your OC drink coffee or tea?
  • 43: Who is your OCs biggest hero?
  • 44: What color eyes does your OC have?
  • 45: Does your OC like reading?
  • 46: Is your OC loyal?
  • 47: Does your OC tolerate violence?
  • 48: What social class is your OC from?
  • 49: What country was your OC born in?
  • 50: Does your OC cry easily?
  • 51: What is your OCs favorite genre of music?
  • 52: How does your OC feel about insects?
  • 53: What is your OCs sexual orientation?
  • 54: Does your OC smoke?
  • 55: What gender is your OC?
  • 56: What kind of clothes does your OC wear?
  • 57: Would you call your OC adventurous?
  • 58: Is your OC introverted or extroverted?
  • 59: What is the first thing that someone would notice about your OC?
  • 60: Does your OC enjoy nature?

The clearest picture of Mercury ever taken.


The clearest picture of Mercury ever taken.

valixnce :  Earth is full. Go home.

Mister Mercury giggles over the pillow he’s holding to his chest and shakes his head so emphatically his curls smack him in the eyes. He puts down his drink for only long enough to propel the pillow Leo’s way. With a rocket noise.

"No fair," he whines. "It’s cold. Out there. In space. I don’t want to go flying out there, and with me all discombobulated, I might miss and hit the sun. Nooooot a fun time.”


Check out this sheet of RIDICULOUS potential sentence starters I found:

  • A hard on doesn’t count as personal growth.
  • Do I look like a fucking people person?
  • This isn’t an office. It’s Hell with fluorescent lighting.
  • I started out with nothing, and I still have most of it left.
  • I pretend to work. You pretend to pay me.
  • If I throw a stick, will you leave?
  • And just how may I screw you over today?
  • And your crybaby whiny-assed opinion would be…?
  • I’m just working here ‘till a good fast food job opens up.
  • I’m not your type; I’m not inflatable.
  • I’m trying to imagine you with a personality.
  • Someone here is is thinking about sex. Okay, it’s me.
  • I have a computer, a vibrator, and pizza delivery. Why should I leave the house?
  • I just want revenge. Is that so wrong?
  • It’s sick the way you people keep having sex without me.
  • I work 40 hours a week to be this poor.
  • Okay, okay, I take it back! Unfuck you!
  • Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it?
  • You look like shit. Is that the style now?
  • Earth is full. Go home.
  • I thought I wanted a career; turns out all I wanted was paychecks.
quickensilver :  ➣


Send me a ➣ for my character’s reaction to yours putting my in cuffs

Im can feel her heart pounding in her chest, the air filling her lungs suddenly not enough, and she resists the urge to pull against the cold metal surrounding her wrists. She can feel Hermes’ presence at the edge of the bed even as she closes her eyes, and she swallows, forcing herself to relax. This is supposed to be fun, she tells herself, ignoring the slight panic in her stomach.

Hermes’ weight on the bed shifts closer, and Im wishes she could move her hands down from where they’re cuffed to the headboard above her head, her wrists aching from where she’s pulling ever-so-slightly against them. It wouldn’t be fair, if she complained now. He’d sat patiently for her as she’d tied his hands out of the way, grinning all the while, and she should be strong enough to resist her own childish fears.

Eyes still closed, she jumps as she feels his hand trace the side of her ribs and slide gently over her stomach, her chest heaving as she tried to pull enough air in. She was powerless, even more so than when she was normally with Hermes, and his touch was less of a comfort and more the indication of a threat. Memories of red-raw ropes and dark basements flitted through her head; memories that had no place between her and the god at her side.

"Hermes—" she whimpered, all pretense of security gone, her fear embarrassingly apparent in her voice as her eyes flew open to find his. As soon as she had said his name, his fingers were busy undoing the cuffs, letting her hands fall and gathering her to his chest.

"Shh, you’re fine." He lets her curl towards him, keeping her close. "We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to." His fingers comb through her hair as her breathing evens out, and she closes her eyes, letting herself trust him again.