You want to know me? Well...Since You Asked...
❄️ I AM TALISMANSKULLS. ❄️
My name is two words, no space. I spell it this way in purpose. Some call me Mr. Skulls. A few call me Talis. The bold, the foolish, or the doomed call me Tali (unless they’re hot women — then it’s perfectly acceptable).
You’ll know me by the hat first:
a tall black top hat with forward‑curving horns and a skull concho. When that hat turns white, someone has made a catastrophic mistake. If you’re wondering whether it’s you… it probably is.
I walk where the world grows quiet — frost, thunder, forgotten wind. People mistake me for Death. They’re wrong. Death does paperwork. I do improvisation.
I drink, laugh, fight, dance, and party with legendary enthusiasm. I joke with the living and the dead alike, often at my own expense. But don’t confuse humor with softness.
Free will is sacred. Consent is sacred. Children are sacred. Harm them, and you may end up frozen solid in midsummer heat — always with that wonderfully surprised expression.
I carry a skull‑bead necklace ending in a crystalline snowflake: death, rebirth, ice, celebration — cycles and balance. Everything ends and begins again… except stupidity. That one’s eternal, sadly.
My home is the House of Skulls — a storm‑crowned fortress between dimensions, its archives alive with pasts, presents, futures, and things that refuse to stay in their lane. When the gods fail and justice sleeps, I rise.
I am a trickster, a protector, a contradiction that walks — not chaos, not order, not Death, not Life. Something in between. A polite disaster, if you will.
I remove my hat for children and truly sacred places. I do not accept worship — it annoys me. I cannot be summoned. I do not possess. And I despise those who try to possess others.
I’ve lived. I’ve died. I’ve become what I am now. Women may call me Tali. Everyone else should choose their words carefully.
If you meet me on a cold night in January — especially the tenth — be polite. My festive mood has limits.
Some guests enjoy their stay. Some don’t. Choose wisely.
Welcome to my realm.
Welcome to the House of Skulls.
Once born, always to be!
Never shall we truly die.
