(Source: reinumiji)

project-anon:

Mun vs Muse! Give us a topic of conversation, and we’ll chat about it!

bonnieisdeadandgone:

I’m gonna keep reblogging this until I get one 

(Source: festivalprincess)

ask-cloudstrife:

For this list of M!As, muses will have new personalities that you can test out, and each time from for the M!As will be 3 days(unless you specify a different time from). Also, feel free to add to the list. As it is far from perfect.

Inner Darkness: Your muse, due to a darkness inside themselves, as become pure evil and has found new abilities (unless specified), your muse can push around other muses, without even lifting a finger. and while looking into their eyes, other muses will struggle resisting against the darkness that empowered them.

You coward: Your muse can’t fight, they can’t defend themselves, they can’t speak up for themselves. Their only natural instinct is to run, hide, and never show their face to their assaulters.

What a cutie: Your muse is the sweetest thing—loving and affectionate, not even worrying about their own happiness, but more concerned about others’ happiness.

The lord of a new ruler: Your muse becomes evil, feeling as if they’re the most powerful embodiments, they will attempt to dominate anyone and anything they find interest in, so long as it behooves their world domination interests.

Cold-hearted Bastard: Your muse doesn’t care—only looking out for themselves. Whoever they interact with, they will be especially cold, and only talk about things that interest themselves. Everyone else doesn’t matter to them one bit.

You can’t resist: Your muse will realize how sexy they can be. So much, that they have the power to put other muses into a trance of a love charm. They remain the same, but have the personality and power that of a succubus.

Senseless blood: Your muse is a cold-blooded murderer. They kill for their own entertainment. Nobody is safe. They may feel to get creative on their victims.

So, this was it, huh? All the scheming, the eye-gouging, mind-numbing work he’d put into a job that he hadn’t even asked for, let alone wanted; And it came down to this. Trapped in an abyss of burning water and souls, unable to breathe, barely able to move, and weaker than a dry blade of grass. Had the incapacitated immortal known what his ultimate fate would be, he might’ve taken more time to blow off steam, or even scrapped the whole take-over-the-cosmos scheme. Well, maybe not. Bolt Boy deserved to be taken down a few -dozen- pegs, and his Wonder Brat with him. Lousy arrogant backstabbing sons of bitches…But then, by default, so was he. One of the drawbacks of being a god; Everyone was related at least twice or three times over. The demigods were exceptions, of course, but he’d had it up to his neck with those guys.


At least it was quiet down here. Mostly. The souls at this depth had long since dissolved into faintly-glowing soup that let out the occasional moan. Hades doubted that there was any awareness left in them. They simply existed. Okay, he was actually thinking on the nature of souls. This was bad, and a sign that he needed to be fished out, pronto. He had no idea how much time had passed, but it was too long if he was starting to give an olive pit about anything regarding the schmucks who came wailing through his gates. Pain and Panic were going to get their asses literally fried if they weren’t coming up with a plan for rescue…Oh, who was he kidding? No way those yutzes would risk their tails to bail him out when they could do whatever they wanted -without fear of reprisal- instead? And if deities could experience depression, this one sure as Tartarus was getting close.


Then there was something…A little off to his right. Some small patch of darkness, whirling and dotted with points of light. The dark god blinked, certain that he was hallucinating. Yet it wasn’t going away. Was this some sort of…message? From Pyriphlegethon? It would be a first; Most of the oldest gods -those that were actually a place and not merely rulers of it, as Gaia was both Earth and an earth goddess - didn’t talk much. Not since the Titans had been sealed away. Maybe they hadn’t felt like they had much in common with the youngest generation. They were a lot closer to Chaos than the cloud-lounging-Wait a minute. If it was a fragment of the force that the universe had sprung from, then maybe it was a way out. Or it might kill him. Either way…

It seemed to take forever, inching an arm closer despite the pressure and the alarm cymbals clanging in his head. But at last, a fingertip brushed the edge; And then Hades was hurtling at great speed through murky, star-filled blackness. Every muscle, every bone, every organ shredded, shattered and rebuilt again and again. Until at last he was upright, dry, and in an unfamiliar landscape. Boney fingers crawled frantically to make certain everything was where it should be. When, he realized it was, the Lord of the Underworld took his first deep breath and-Eugh. So much for fresh air. He knew this smell. Death, and pretty recent too, now that he’d realized that he was standing ankle-deep in blood and gore. Fantastic. Hovering a bit, he managed to find a relatively clear patch of ground and set down on it. Time to do inventory. Dead guys, some strange holes here and there, some white-haired kid wearing strange clothes close by who was either out cold or worse. Certainly hadn’t been torn apart, anyway. And…

She’d have been easy to miss, under different circumstances. Brown-haired girl, purple stripes on her cheeks. And a fist-sized hole in her chest. Pretty damn close to the heart, if not almost right through it. Yet he could still hear breathing. Just barely there, laced with wet sounds and wheezes. The benefits of higher senses. She probably didn’t have that much time left. Not that it was any of his business, but…It’d be an easy deal. She might know something useful, and if not; Eh, he could use the company if and when he ever got back to his home sweet hole. And why else would he wind up here? Unless the Fates were using his thread to work on their crocheting skills.

Decision made, the flame-headed deity crouched next to the mortal girl -she didn’t look like she was going to stand on ceremony anytime soon-. “Alright, let’s cut to the chase. Name’s Hades, Lord of the Dead, pretty obvious how you’re doing, so I won’t ask. Look, if you wanna live, you’re gonna have to work for me. Say ten years minimum, but the length’s negotiable. Nod or gurgle for yes, and we’ve got a deal.” The spiel came out, fast but not entirely incomprehensible if one was paying attention.” You don’t have all day, kid.”

bemusedlybespectacled:

if you ever think mythology is boring or serious business or whatever shit

just remember that cerberus, the hell-hound and guard dog of the underworld, comes from the root indo-european word ḱerberos, which evolved into the greek word kerberos, which got changed to cerberus when it went from greek to latin

ḱerberos means “spotted”

that’s right

hades, lord of the dead, literally fucking named his pet dog spot

(Sorry not sorry couldn’t help myself. XD)

(I mean, LOOK AT THIS THING.)

(#BADASS)

ask-opera-phantom:

A little brother to the original. Need some drama for no reason other than you need drama? Here are some M!As for you. As with last time, please specify how long the M!A lasts or allow the mun/roleplayer to decide how long this will last. Enjoy!
Vehicle: Your character has been in an vehicular accident.
Anemic: Your character is losing a lot of blood.
Water: Your character can feel liquid filling their lungs.
Hot: Red and splotchy, your character’s skin has started to turn into third degree burns.
Vertigo: Your character feels as if the room is spinning and will now experience all the symptoms of vertigo.
Shocking: Your character has just been struck by lightning.
Drip: Your character is haunted by the sound of water and it’s slowly driving them mad.
Sleep: Quietly and unexpectedly, your character slips into a coma. (Please allow for the roleplayer to decide!)
Guilt: A moment from the past has consumed your character and the guilt has overtaken them, paralyzing them.
Alone: Your character believes they are abandoned and left for dead. If someone is in the room with them, they are heard in an echo.
Stiff: Your character has no movement from the waist down. If they attempt to move, it is painful.
Swell: Your character is suffering from a severe allergic reaction.
Impale: Your character has just been stabbed.
Fly: Your character has fallen from a great height.
Mind: It started off as just a tiny ache. Your character is now suffering from a migraine.

(Source: grumblygardens)

ohdearitsfatal:

Jaime Lannister - what is your greatest strength?

Winter is Coming - favourite season of the year?

Daenerys Targaryen - what is your greatest accomplishment? 

Pledge Fealty - which Westerosi house are you in?

Ned Stark - most honourable thing you’ve ever done?  

Valar Morghulis - what’s your ideal way of dying?

Thoros of Myr - tell me about one of your best drunken escapades

By the Old Gods and the New - what are your religious views?

Arya Stark - tell me a tale of personal badassery

Varys - are you good at keeping secrets?

Loras Tyrell - what do you like best about your body?

Sansa Stark - have you ever been in love?

Direwolves and Dragons, oh my! - favourite animal

Valar Dohaeris - what’s your dream job?

Catelyn Stark - who would you do anything for (maybe even start a war)?

Vaes Dothrak - what place do you want to travel to the most? 

Cersei Lannister - favourite alcoholic drink

Qarth, the greatest city that ever was or will be - favourite place you’ve ever travelled to

Brienne of Tarth - how tall are you?

Dracarys - how many languages do you speak?

Tyrion Lannister - what skill or character trait should people never underestimate about you?

Brotherhood without Banners - describe your group of friends and what you love about them

North of the Wall - furthest distance you’ve ever travelled from home

thedarknesstohislight:

Morgana pursed her lips at his quick reply, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth as she shook her head. “Good point, well presented,” she said, emerald eyes glazing over him curiously. To say that she had encountered someone like him before would be a lie; it was hardly as if Gods visited Camelot frequently. But it seemed that besides the flamed head, he was just like any other man she had come across. As he continued, however, she felt a shiver trickle down her spine like a stream of ice as it bit at her skin. The way he was looking at her, the way he spoke; it was unnerving her. But there was no way she would visibly show that to him as she had a feeling he would quite enjoy that reaction from her. People like him — if you could even loop him in with ‘people’ — always seemed to. “Indulge me,” she started somewhat cautiously, leaning back on the heels of her boots. “How exactly would I have to get these ‘trade secrets’ from you?” 

She listened to him speak about the curious ways of the gods and she couldn’t deny that she was intrigued. Not that she would verbally admit it to him — she preferred to remain indifferent. However, his final words sparked her curiosity too far and she asked, “The Fates? You—…you speak with them?” 

“Oh yeah. With the eyeball and the verse and the ‘we know everything’ schtick. I’m lucky to getthree words out before they jump in.” A temple was briefly massaged in remembrance of the splitting headaches that always followed meetings with the daughters of Nyx. To this day he hadn’t figured out whether it was because they were that annoying, or if gods just couldn’t stand prolonged exposure to the level of power that the Fates commanded. Probably the first. “If ya can get past that; Good business partners, but keep a low profile when they’re looking for entertainment.” He wasn’t even going to go into detail on that one. Suffice to say, she probably had a pretty good picture already.

But then the first question registered amongst all his kvetching. It smelled like blood in the water. Or a soul in the Styx, to be more apt. Hades appeared to think it over for a moment, all the while fighting to keep a broad, razor-edged grin off of his face. He’d save it for if she caved and made a deal, not before. ” I’m a reasonable god, so the price starts at a personal favour. Gets you one scrap of info. Or you could just go for the package deal; Take me on as a patron deity. You get perks for being a ‘favourite’, I get another worshiper, everybody wins.” There was always the fine print of course, and she might be one of the few to actually read over it. But so long as he could avoid mentioning the options of giving up her soul and eternal servitude, it could still work out, in the end.

last-of-the-english-girls:

I want to do one!

Okay so you reblog and a week later you’ll get this cutie in your inbox

After about a week a Pokemon will hatch!

Some people might get special Legendary, It all depends :)

It’s going to be any Pokemon from all the regions

and I promise I will do every each one of you.

This will be open until the 29th and then I will be sending the eggs off to you all :)