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thehomemadehooligan · 5 years ago

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So, today it seems that I’m in a psycho/trash-baby muse mood so the daily muses are as follows:

Airam Brennan || India Eisley || Evil Twin || Canon || Third Female

Akkeri Kom Podakru || Alex Høgh Andersen || Human || OC || Male

Alex Wright || Richard Harmon || Spirit Influenced Human || Canon || Gender Optional

April Hare || Theo James || Wonderlandian || OC || Third Male

Barbara O'Rinn || Samara Weaving, Caty Lotz || Human || OC || Third Female

Billy Bennett || Liam James || Human || Canon || Gender Optional

Billy Hargrove || Dacre Montgomery, Jensen Ackles || Human || Canon || Gender Optional

Billy-Ray Sanguine || Michael Fassbender || Mage || Canon || Male

Carl Gallagher || Ethan Cutkosky || Human || Canon || Male

Burke || Michael Fassbender, Toby Hemmingway, Garrett Hedlund || Human || Canon || Male

Charles Smith || Hart Denton || Human || Canon || Male Pref

Cheshire Liddell || Sebastian Stan || Wonderlandian || Semi Canon || Male

Crazy Jane || Diane Guerrero || Metahuman || Canon || Gender Optional

Dixie Enger || Caitlin Stasey || Human || OC || Third Female

Dove Finch || Andy Biersack, Tom Hiddleston || Enhanced Human || OC || Gender Optional

Eli Cardashyan || Gregory Kasyan || Human || Canon || Gender Optional

Five Hargreeves || Aiden Gallagher, Jackson Rathbone || Enhanced Human || Canon || Male

Frank Sanguine Moore || Griffin Gluck || Partially Vampiric || OC || Optional

Greyson Rutherford || Robbie Kay || Shadow Elemental || OC || Male

Hera Henshaw || Aigail Breslin || Enhanced Human || OC || Third

Heronymous Addams || Sharlto Copley || Wolf Shifter || OC || Male Pref

J Buchanen || Norman Reedus || Vampire || Canon || Male

James Barnes || Sebastian Stan || Genetically Engineered Human || Canon || Male Pref

Jason Todd || Bob Morley || Enhanced Human || Canon || Gender Optional

Jasper Harry Hook || Thomas Doherty || Human And Fairy Hybrid || Canon || Gender Optional

John Murphy || Richard Harmon || Human || Canon || Gender Optional

Kelleena Crighton || Hannah John-Kamen || Human || OC || Third Female

Kincaid Jericko || Victor Webster || Mage || OC || Male

Lex Miller || Jack Gillett || Human || Canon || Male Pref

Lilah Sanderson || Danielle Campbell || Witch || OC || Third Female

Lyric Royal || Michael B Jordan & Zendaya Coleman || Fae || OC || Optional

Malachai Parker || Chris Wood || Syphoner || Canon || Male Pref

Mick Sweeney || Pablo Schreiber || Human || OC || Male

Miles O’Shaughnessy || Robert Sheehan || White Witch || OC || Male Pref

Mirai, The Queen of Roses, Tamer of Wyverns || Nyane Lebajoa || Magical Human || OC || Third

Nick St North || Joel Kinnaman || Guardian || OC || Male

Nysse Hamilton || Dayana Melgares || Human || OC || Third Female

Prudence McCreary || Ruby Rose || Human || Twin OC || Third Female

Quentin Quire || Machine Gun Kelly || Mutant || Canon || Gender Optional

Richard B Riddick || Vin Diesel || Furyan || Canon || Male

Richard Gecko || Zane Holtz || Culebra || Canon || Male Pref

Robert Svane || Michael Eklund || Revenant || Canon || Male Pref

Robin Downes || Cole Sprouse || Siren || OC || Male

Roman Mercer || Avan Jogia || Medium || Canon || Gender Optional

Rook Smith || Thomas Doherty || Raven King || OC || Male Pref

Samoset Ramirez Avanyu || Theo Rossi || Yee Naaldlooshi || OC || Male Pref

Sean Gallagher || Dane Dehaan || Human || OC || Male

Sebastian Michaelis || Jared Leto || Demon || Canon || Male

Sebastian Morgenstern || Will Tudor || Nephilim || Canon || Male Pref

St. John Allerdyce || Aaron Stanford || Mutant || Canon || Gender Optional

Steffen Dumah Vigo || Aaron Stanford || Fallen Angel || OC || Male

Tate [003] Harrington || Chandler Riggs || Enhanced Human || OC || Gender Optional

Teasaidh Addams || Aidan Turner || Wolf Shifter || OC || Male Pref

Travis Buchanen || Norman Reedus || Winged Human || Canon || Male Pref

Vex || Paul Amos || Mesmer || Canon || Male

#daily

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huntershowl-moving · 5 years ago

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drabble 003: devil-tamer (i.)

it was an unusually warm day when persephone set out for her new mission.

she’d been assigned a simple, long-term seduce and destroy (or sway, but that was unlikely). a chance to prove herself to sanya, prove her place in the unseen as more than just a sharpshooter. she’d climb the ranks and make things better for her and leto, hopefully distracting herself from the sharp and gnawing pain of aya’s absence.

the target was adeodatus damiana. set in stone to be the next lord governor, he was charitable and kind, known for spending time in the low-crime family-oriented district of charhollow. his scruffy look and southern drawl only added to his rustic charm; he walked, talked, and socialized like one of the people in the poor districts he so often frequented because he had come from the poorest of them. it was unprecedented that a man from the slums would rise to a level of wealth and power that he did; starting out as an independent criminal, he’d soon make his name murdering the leaders of gangs higher and higher up the ladder.

kingkiller. in those days, he had been the subject of every week’s times front page. he was a respectable killer, if there was such a thing, managing to dismantle large-scale gangs simply by offing their leaders and moving onto the next. now, he was a rich man with political views that pleased his many loyal fans. duskwall was absolutely enamored. of course, a man like that is bound to make enemies. someone with such tight and lofty ideals especially. how about sanya triskel, leader of the unseen? there’s an enemy to make.

persephone knew it was because he was unlikely to be swayed to their side that sanya was sending her in particular. the plan a was to bring adeodatus into the side of the unseen, to turn him into one of sanya’s many puppets. if he remained a wild card, however, well… the seat of lord governor was far too valuable to hold a wild card. it would be easy enough to kill him if he refused. slit his throat in his sleep or snap his neck when he didn’t expect it – she’d be close enough to blindside him by then, anyway. and no matter how charitable, she didn’t particularly give a damn who she killed. not after aya. very few things felt like they mattered anymore. a gun, a knife, poison – whatever method was necessary. persephone would see it done.

except for her beloved sniper rifle, of course. abra cadaver would remain in leto’s workshop for the duration of this mission, where persephone knew it was safe. he did not know what she was setting out to do. telling him about a job that involved seduction felt … odd, to say the least, and it wasn’t something she was comfortable talking about; besides, there wasn’t much time to do any preparation other than learning everything she could about damiana before it was time to get in position.

the warm breeze fluttered against her skin as persephone sat on a tattered mess of blankets in charhollow, her normal eelskin and carbon-based hull arms replaced with primitive, clunky metal ones. they shot pains through her shoulders. they didn’t feel right, but then – she was playing the part of a poor but brilliant armless girl, a beggar. it was a necessary commitment. persephone had been at this for weeks, and damiana hadn’t yet visited charhollow; she survived on what she could beg for and what she could steal. it was a familiar way of life. she and leto had been expert beggars before they’d joined the unseen. another reason for sanya to send her out rather than anyone else, she supposed.

just as the girl slumped her back against the building behind her little blanket nest, there was a loud clatter as coins dropped into her metal collection cup. a tall, bearded man in a sharply-cut suit stood back up, gazing down at persephone with – not pity, but something else unrecognizable in his eyes. it was unmistakably him. adeodatus damiana. formerly the kingkiller. he was much taller than she had expected. persephone was only twenty-one, but she already towered over most everyone other than her twin, leto. now, she could see even from her position that damiana was even taller than they were. strong, too, his well-cut suit showing off arms that could likely crush a skull if he tried.

his eyes were dark, guarded … but kind, nonetheless. he extended a hand, gaze trailing from her ice-chip eyes to the ends of her cropped black hair, emitting smoke that curled around her pale face.

“what’s your name, darlin’?”

she’d practiced her cover a thousand times. “lethe.” her voice was quiet, just as cagey as his expression. thus begins the dance.

“adeodatus.”

“i know who you are.”

“do you?”

shit. was she not supposed to know? no, she should – charhollow was his turf. lethe straightened her shoulders, the prosthetics groaning and grating against themselves. another hour, another jolt of pain down her back. she masked it well. lethe had experienced worse, after all… much, much worse. nothing could compare to what it felt like for sanya to tear her arms from their sockets, slowly, their eyes burning –

“miss lethe?” damiana was knelt beside her now, his hand resting on one metal wrist. he seemed concerned; had she lapsed into a flashback? “i lost you for a moment, everythin’ alright?”

“ah –” her reply was stilted, a little awkward. “i’m fine. sorry.”

he paused, giving her a sorrowful look, seeming to weigh his options before standing back up. “i’ll be back in just a moment.” he strode off down the road, and lethe raked her hand through her hair so that her fingertips grazed the scalp hard. get it together. you’re on a job. this man is your target, you’re two minutes in and you’re already shutting down? what would sanya say? lethe clapped her palms to her cheeks a couple of times and straightened her posture, tucking her legs under her body so that she didn’t have to worry about her skirt riding up. you’re a beggar, not a harlot. wearing a skirt in the first place was out of persephone’s comfort zone. skirts were a nightmare. she’d never understood how aya could wear them, but then again, aya had looked beautiful ––

no. enough. you are not persephone anymore. you are lethe, you are lethe, you are lethe. a savory smell followed damiana back to her spot, swirling around him like an aura of welcome. it was remarkable how easily he seemed to get along with everyone he passed. they asked after him, smiled at him, and he returned their kindness twofold. his beard was trimmed, but still out of place for brightstone nobility… then again, he came from nothing. adeodatus had grown up an urchin. he’d made his name in crime instead of inheritance.

lethe had to admit, it was a masterful strategy. he had only targeted criminal enterprises, so as to endear himself to their competition and the brightstone elites who wanted to clean up the streets. he’d come from nothing, so the poverty-stricken in crow’s foot would love him. he was kind and charitable, which meant charhollow was his. the only enemies he would have made were dead or scattered because he’d killed their leaders. he was smarter than duskwall gave him credit for. she wasn’t about to underestimate someone like him, disarming personality be damned.

damiana sat next to her, handing her a pie from the delicious-smelling bag he’d brought over. the people of charhollow were notoriously kind to beggars. lethe had already been given what people could spare – pieces of bread, cans of jellied eels, even a goat skewer, once. it was the most warmth she’d ever been shown, and it was all a goddamn act. she was fooling these people. lying to them, stealing from them. with a moment’s hesitation, she took the pie from him. don’t worry, charhollow. if i do this right, you won’t have to see me ever again.

“so, miss lethe,” damiana murmured. “what’s a smart girl like you doin’ in a place like this?”

she furrowed her brows, tipping her head a bit in response.

“it’s only,” he continued, “i don’t quite understand how someone so lovely can be a beggar without bein’ swept up by now.”

ah. you’re hitting on me. easy enough. a quiet flush spread across her cheeks, bringing color into her otherwise pallid face. “oh, i don’t –”

“now, i’ll have no self deprecation from you. you’re lovely. anyone ‘round here would say so. and those arms… who designed ‘em?”

someone in the unseen had, but lethe knew them inside and out. “i did.”

damiana leaned back with an approving nod, that hunger in his eyes that meant he wanted to know more. how did an armless beggar design a piece of machinery? he stood up, leaving the bag of food next to her. that was that, then. “until we meet again, miss lethe,” he called as he left, raising a hand in a gentlemanly wave.

adeodatus visited lethe nearly every day after they met. he would bring her food, give her money, ask about her carefully crafted persona’s life: she had been a factory worker’s daughter who took over young for her father when he died, learned everything she knew about engineering from him, lost her arms in an accident and used run-of-the-mill prosthetics to design fully-functioning new ones. these were the third iteration, but they still didn’t quite work right. oh, the factory she and her father had been at? it was the one in coalridge that had been blown up by the lampblacks a couple years back. sorry, she wasn’t sure if anyone who had worked there was still around. every question had an answer. every step in the dance she could match.

finally, after what felt like forever, adeodatus let his guard down. it was starting to get cold, summer sweeping into fall with alarming swiftness. lethe had bought a wool shawl with what money adeodatus had given her, and took to sleeping more often than waking. one chilly suran morning, he came by in a goat-drawn carriage and invited her to his home in brightstone. it was nothing close to sanya’s manor. three stories, larger than most could ever afford, but juxtaposed against their castle it looked like a modest flat. even so. being surrounded by so much wealth still made lethe painfully aware of what she looked and smelled like.

as if he could tell what she was thinking, adeodatus led lethe down a hallway to a large set of doors as a single attendant brought her things to another part of the house. “you can draw yourself a bath here, and freshen up if you like. i’ll be just down that hallway, workin’ on some shippin’ arrangements.” with that, lethe was left alone in a bathroom with hot, running water and a whole set of bottles, sponges, materials for her face and body. after she brushed her teeth, lethe soaked deep into the bathtub, her hair spreading smoke across the surface of the water. it hadn’t grown in months. not since she’d killed aya, after which it had grown nonstop for weeks and weeks as persephone collapsed into grief. now, she was numb. numb enough to feel nothing about the eventuality of killing the most morally sound candidate for lord governorship duskwall had ever seen. she scrubbed her arms with a soft sponge, watching the dirt slough off and cloud the water – feeling the stain of aya’s blood still. that was a stain that would never wash clean. she’d killed her. murdered her. slit her throat and watched the life drain from her eyes, aya, her little bird.

persephone didn’t even realize she was crying until a knock came at the door and her face was wet with saltwater. she dunked underneath, letting its warmth calm the swelling before dragging her hands down her face so that she could open her eyes. the water was so clouded that her body was not visible, and the black smoke from her hair had spread across its surface as it always did across water. “yes?”

“it’s me.” adeodatus’s smooth drawl behind the door.

“ah – come in.” lethe sank to her neck so that the scars marring her collar and shoulder blades were not visible.

hair mussed and tie loosened, adeodatus opened the door, a soft towel over his arm. he eyed the smoke curling out of the surface of the bathtub with mild fascination before setting the towel on a stool next to her. “everythin’ to your likin’, miss lethe?”

“yes, thank you.” you’ll be ours or dead soon.

“good, good. glad to hear it. listen…” he leaned against the counter, regarding lethe with a soft expression. “you’re welcome to stay here as long as you like. it’s gettin’ cold, i – i can’t imagine you’d have a fine time out there. my apologies if that seems a touch forward.”

“here...?” lethe couldn’t hide the surprise in her voice, and sank a little lower into the bathtub. “i don’t …”

“i knew it. i’m bein’ unsavory.”

“no, it’s – it’s alright. if it wouldn’t be a bother, that … would be nice,” she murmured in reply, finally looking him in the eye.

surprise lifted his eyebrows, then something warmer colored his face. it was hard to see behind his beard, but it appeared adeodatus was blushing. “not a bother at all, miss lethe.”

“just… lethe. is fine.”

“alright. lethe.” he smiled, genuinely, the expression filling her with warmth. “you can just call me adeo.”

it took almost a month for adeo to completely warm up to her. his emotional walls were up high: he must have lost someone, like the girl buried underneath lethe had. he didn’t want to let her close. they talked, amicably, adeo having his single attendant set up a guest room for her with a bed that didn’t make her back feel like shit in the morning. the servant did not speak the same language as lethe and adeo did. a refugee, he’d explained, who he’d taken under his wing and given work. neither lethe nor the attendant were allowed into the study; its door was closed and locked at all times. until early, wintery volnivet, that is, when lethe came from a bath to find the door wide open.

initially, she was nervous that someone had beaten her to her job and assassinated him in the midst of working. but when she stepped silently through the doorframe, there he was, working intently at his desk. his dark hair was mussed and unstyled from sleep, beard scruffy, shirt open. if they were closer, or if she wasn’t entirely numb inside, lethe might have been genuinely flustered by the sight. the thought prompted her to act the part, though, arms drawing in to cross over her chest. the clinking sound must have set him off – his pen stopped scratching, and he turned to give her an indecipherable look. examining, scrutinizing.

“sorry,” lethe said, “i didn’t mean to intrude.”

“no, that’s alright.” he scraped back his chair, standing, striding over to her. his height still felt … odd. she’d never met anyone who made her feel this small before. “i left it open for you.” his voice was lower now, smooth like honey and husky from sleep, and before lethe could take another breath he was kissing her.

it was not … bad. it was fine. it felt nothing like the fireworks she’d felt when aya had first kissed her, but entirely unremarkable. unremarkable was good. she could work with it, clearheaded, able to act to her fullest extent. lethe forced a hitch in her breath, tipped her head up to kiss him harder. you’ll be ours or dead soon.

#>> DRABBLES.#{ this one's gonna be separated into parts because holy shit it's already gotten long --- and this is only the BEGINNING of this arc. }#{ the title will make sense next drabble i promise }

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cleoleto · 8 years ago

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Shannon Leto in Thirty Seconds To Mars Music Videos [003] Attack

#Shannon Leto in Thirty Seconds To Mars Music Videos #Shannon Leto #Drummer #thirty seconds to mars #30 seconds to mars #30STM #Jared Leto #Tomo Milicevic #cleoleto #cleoletoimg

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cheshirexcatt · 7 years ago

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knowing your partner well makes writing together a lot easier. tag this with the people you enjoy roleplaying with but want to get to know better!!

REPOST. DO NOT REBLOG.

BASICS.

name: Mari age: 24 pronouns: She/Her zodiac sign: Cancer taken or single: Single

THREE FACTS.

001. I am a huge zombie apocalypse nerd 002. I own an old-fashioned typewriter 003. I’m a youth mentor

EXPERIENCE.

platforms you used: tumblr, yahoo, and discord

MUSE PREFERENCE.

female or male: Both least favourite face(s): Emilia Clarke and Jared Leto. Give it a rest ya’ll. multi or single: Single

WRITING PREFERENCE.

fluff, angst, or smut? All plots or memes? Both. I do like to plot and compare notes : )

tagged by: stolen from @bondborn

tagging: Anyone

#REAL IDENTITY ( .ooc post. )#ooc post

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jaimeariansencespedes · 5 years ago

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003 - SALUD - HISTORIA - MITOLOGÍA – LOS DIOSES –

APOLO: Hijo de Zeus y de Leto Conocido también como Febo y como Licio. Originalmente, Apolo aparece como dios de la luz. Conocido tambien como Febi y como Licio; por ello, las fiestas que se celebraban en su honor tenían lugar en la primavera o en el verano. Para que favoreciese la maduración de los frutos, se le ofrecían las primicias de ellos; a la par, se le oficiaban sacrificios propiciatorios para obtener de él que alejase los fuertes calores, tan perjudiciales para los frutos como para los hombres. Apolo procuraba la salud y bienestar de los hombres: como "alexicacos" (alejador de enfermedades), muestra su poder especialmente en tiempos de epidemias; como dios de la fertilidad, se le invocaba en las bodas; como guardián de la juventud, se le consagraba el primer corte de pelo; también era venerado por ser autor de la unión vecinal, y por que otorgaba fuerza, resistencia, destreza y agilidad. Desde tiempo muy antigüo se le dio un extraño sentido ético a sus cualidades puramente físicas; así, el dios de la luz se transforma en un dios de la pureza espiritual y moral y, por consiguiente, del orden, justicia y legalidad en la vida humana. Unido por tan múltiples relaciones a la naturaleza y al hombre, Apolo ocupó siempre una preminente posición en la religión de los griegos, y ya desde los tiempos de Homero, su nombre va unido con el de Zeus y Atenea, como si entre las tres deidades poseyesen la suma total del poder divino. (Grecia).

ARTEMISA: Diosa hija de Zeus y Leto, hermana gemela de Apolo. Se la representa cazando con un ciervo; su nombre latino es "Diana". Ella misma es un manantial de la salud, preside los alumbramientos.

ASCLEPIO: El dios griego de la medicina, de acuerdo a la leyenda común. Fue hijo del dios de la salud, Apolo, y el Coronis, hija del rey Tesalio Flegias. Coronis fue muerta por su infidelidad, y cuando su cuerpo estaba a punto de ser incinerado en la pira, Apolo arrebató al niño de las llamas y lo llevó al sabio centauro Quirón, quien le enseñó el arte de curar todas las enfermedades. Era tal la ciencia y habilidad de Asclepio para curar, que llegó incluso a dar vida a los muertos; por tal poder, Zeus lo mató con su rayo. (Grecia).

ASHAKKU: Demonio que originaba la fiebre y enfermedades de tipo consuntivo, Babilonia. (Mesopotamia).

ASHIPU: Es el sacerdote purificador, es el exorcista que expulsa a los demonios de los cuerpos enfermos. (Mesopotamia).

ASHVIN: Dioses gemelos adorados por ciegos, por quienes han adelgazado y por quienes tienen fracturas. (India).

ASTROLOGIA: Estudio de las estrellas, los dioses se manifiestan mediant Eel movimiento de los astros, existen especialistas que interpretan este peculiar lenguaje y lo traducen a una situación y persona en particular.

ATENEA: Hija todopoderosa de Zeus, inteligencia pura, la diosa virgen, diáfana y transparente éter, dueña y señora del rayo, de la guerra y la victoria. También protectora de la paz, la salud y la natalidad. (Grecia).

ATON: Dios solar fuente de vida y energía. (Egipto).

AUCACHIC: Llamado también ichuris determinaba la enfermedad después de oir la confesión del paciente. (Perú). Historia de la Salud - [email protected]

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mountphoenixrp · 8 years ago

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We have a returning citizen in Mount Phoenix:

Artemis, the Goddess of the Hunt, whose origins stem from Ancient Greece. She is now the co-owner of Dr. Feelgoods and Gemini Private Clinic.

FC NAME/GROUP: Lee Jieun / IU, soloist and actress GOD NAME: Artemis PANTHEON: Greek OCCUPATION: co-owner of dr. feelgoods and co-owner of gemini private clinic HEIGHT: 160 cm // 5’3” WEIGHT: 45 kg // 100 lbs DEFINING FEATURES: molten silver eyes

PERSONALITY: Artemis is extremely caring towards her Huntresses, virgins, mothers, nature, and all devotees. She is cruel towards those who anger her, and those who she deems as having ruined some of her innocence. Her younger twin, Apollo, is extremely irksome, but she still cares for him. Although more serious, she has her playful moments, such as saying to Apollo, “when I was your age,” and proceeding to tell him what she did half an hour prior. She absolutely loathes when he hits on her hunters, however, and will not hesitate to curse him out and threaten him. She dislikes how irresponsible he can be (and often is), and regularly tries to straighten him out.

She is vicious in both physical and verbal attacks.

Although she is quick to kill those who see her bathe and has sworn to remain a virgin, she is not a man-hater. Her devotee, Hippolytus, son of Theseus, was wrongly accused of trying to rape his stepmother, and ran away from the palace. His father prayed to the gods to stop him, and Poseidon killed him. However, Artemis raised him from the dead, and when the Fates hounded Olympus, Zeus killed Asclepius, the god of medicine who had given Hippolytus the ambrosia, in exchange. She even found Hippolytus a nymph wife.

HISTORY: She was born out of an egg. A quail egg to be exact. Her mother, Leto, and her father, Zeus, had run away from Hera as quails.

As Apollo’s birth was extremely difficult for their mother, she tended to their mother, acting as a baby midwife.

When she was but three, she asked her father for her own bow and arrow. She often took comfort in her father, as Hera was cruel to her.

Despite being a virgin goddess, men often piqued her interest, although she only fell in love with Orian. However, he was accidentally killed by Artemis herself. It still haunts her to this day.

Her reason for coming to Mount Phoenix was simple: she needed more huntresses. She had also grown tired of the mortal world. When Apollo had told her that he was joining her, it only sealed the deal - she didn’t need to deal with the headache of him destroying the entire place, whether by physical means, or sexual ones.

POWERS:

Perfect aim

Can bring disease to any woman

Can turn anyone into an animal

Swift and agile

Look any age she desires

Guide women through a perfect childbirth

Increase or decrease a woman’s fertility

Becomes stronger during the new and crescent moon (anything less than a half moon)

Lunar healing whenever the moon is out

STRENGTHS:

001. Independent, athletic, practical

002. Extremely loyal to those she cares about

003. Deep love and respect for nature and the Hunt

004. Playful

005. Protects young children and animals

006. Incredible archeress

007. Nearly unrivaled intuition

WEAKNESSES:

001. Can be extremely cruel

002. slightly weaker during the day

003. irritable

004. impulsive

005. A bit narrow-minded

#kpop rp #krp #kdrama #lee jieun #iu

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arquivoargos · 7 years ago

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001. OUT OF CHARACTER.

lua; posso entrar à tarde e a noite durante a semana e final de semana normalmente posso entrar a qualquer horário. não tenho nenhum trigger, talvez somente os fcs jared leto e halsey. os tumblrs serão listados abaixo.

Marilyn: esse mesmo que estou mandando a ficha Amelia: https://awclker.tumblr.com/ Blaze: https://blcz.tumblr.com/

002. CELEBRITY.

os anônimos estão realmente interessados em você, MARILYN CHANEL BAUDELAIRE, então é melhor tomar cuidado. de acordo com pesquisas, você é uma MODELO de VINTE E DOIS ANOS e costumam te chamar por THE ICARIAN na sua CANNES. parece que você é bastante CHARMOSA, mas no entanto, gravações pessoais mostraram seu lado TEIMOSA, então vamos trabalhar nisso. além de seus fãs te confundirem com KATHERINE MCNAMARA, os haters dizem que será o próximo grande escândalo de hollywood! não deixe que descubram seu PROBLEMA COM ALCOOLISMO.

003. ABOUT YOUR MUSE.

Se era uma família grande que os Baudelaire queriam, era isso que eles iriam ter. Depois de três filhas, Madison deu à luz a gêmeos, um casal que provavelmente quando nasceram viram primeiro os flashes dos paparazzis do que o rosto da própria mãe. Marilyn, como foi batizada em homenagem a atriz Marilyn Monroe, não sabe o que é viver fora dos holofotes das câmeras. Ainda era um bebê quando a família se mudou para os EUA a fim de expandir os negócios mas já eram igualmente ricos e famosos, e não demoraram muito para tomar conta também de Los Angeles, sendo uma das famílias que o mundo mais comenta nas redes sociais.

Diferentemente das irmãs e do gêmeo, Marilyn resolveu seguir carreira de modelo. Seu espírito livre lhe dizia que essa era a carreira certa pois assim a ruiva viaja para todos os lugares que precisa fazer fotos ou gravar uma proganda e ainda tira um tempo para si e divertir. Se vocês querem algum agito na grande família francesa, é só colar em Marilyn que é sucesso. Está sempre nas capas de revistas ou jornais contanto da última festa que foi, da última que aprontou em alguma cidade ou simplesmente passando um tempo na praia e surfando, sendo esse um dos seus hobbies favoritos. Apesar de ser claramente a irmã que mais parece se divertir do que trabalhar, Marilyn também tem seu lado que se preocupa com as pessoas e está sempre com o irmão apoiando causas importantes.

O que muitos não sabem é a pressão que menina possui. Depois do suposto sequestro que o irmão sofreu, Marilyn tornou-se um pouco rebelde em relação aos pais e isso estragou a relação da garota com a matriarca que agora impõe-se sempre que possível sobre a filha, fazendo-a deixar de ser o espírito livre que é para ser uma mulher mais responsável como todos da família Baudelaire são. A pressão fez com que Marilyn passasse a descontar tudo na bebida e isso vem piorando com o passar dos tempos.

002. CELEBRITY.

os anônimos estão realmente interessados em você, AMELIA CATARINA WALKER, então é melhor tomar cuidado. de acordo com pesquisas, você é uma ESTILISTA de VINTE E SETE ANOS e costumam te chamar por THE PHOENIX na sua NOVA YORK. parece que você é bastante CORAJOSA, mas no entanto, gravações pessoais mostraram seu lado INSEGURO, então vamos trabalhar nisso. além de seus fãs te confundirem com PHOEBE TONKIN, os haters dizem que será o próximo grande escândalo de hollywood! não deixe que descubram A MORTE DE SEU MARIDO ABUSIVO POR LEGÍTIMA DEFESA.

003. ABOUT YOUR MUSE.

tw. agressão e assassinato

Nova York sempre foi a cidade preferida de todo o mundo para Amelia. Nascida e criada na grande Big Apple, sempre imaginou que sua vida seria ali. Independente de onde a vida fosse lhe levar, seu lugar de retorno seria Nova York, para os braços da cidade que conhecida cada pedaço. Filha de um motorista de táxi com uma artista plástica que largou a fama para se dedicar a família, Amelia pareceu herdar não só a beleza mas a delicadeza e o talento para arte como a mãe, mas ao invés fazer esculturas, seus dedos tinham mais afinidade com o lápis. E foi de desenhos que decidiu seu rumo na vida: seria uma estilista reconhecida. Para isso, o caminho não foi fácil. Diversos cursos foram feitos, noites em claro para deixar todos os trabalhos perfeitos mas ao fim, Amelia finalizou todos com méritos e até mesmo uma vaga para trabalho. Era tudo o que queria e pensou que não pudesse ficar mais feliz.

Isso pelo menos até conhecer Heath, seu companheiro de trabalho. A atração foi algo inevitável mas sendo dois profissionais, eles ficaram apenas se conhecendo durante meses até resolverem namorar. E do namoro veio o casamento, mesmo que considerasse um pouco nova. Nessa época, Amelia já tinha um espaço grande na equipe e começa a ter suas roupas sendo feitas e postas pra vender. Realmente não poderia estar em um melhor momento. Então veio a primeira briga do casal por ciúmes de Heath com o fotográfo de onde trabalhavam. Normalmente a mulher acharia normal um sentimento como aquele se ele tivesse feito um estardalhaço grande demais e a segurar pelo braço com mais força que o normal. Mas passou e o casal continuou em sua vida feliz até acontecer de novo mas desse vez o marido lhe bateu no rosto. O pedido de perdão veio logo em seguida e ainda um pouco atordoada, a morena apenas aceitou para que aquilo passasse logo.

O amor que Amelia sentia pelo homem fazia-a aceitar todos os ataques e agressões que sofria pelo marido dentro de casa. Fora isso, tinha a vergonha de contar para alguém que uma mulher que demonstrava tanta força e personalidade ao criar suas roupas vinha admitindo o que acontecia com si mesma. Porém, Amelia conseguiu dar um basta quando uma pessoa muito mais importante entrou em jogo. Do casamento, veio a pequena Cecília a quem a mulher amava com todo o seu ser e jurou internamente proteger do monstro que tinha em casa e que aconteceu quando o homem estava irritado com a filha que não parava de chorar e tentou pará-la ao sufocá-la com o travesseiro. A cena era horrível e Amelia afastou o homem da filha aos tapas. A briga entre os dois foi feia e acabou com uma tesoura da estilista no peito do marido. Na época, a mulher já era conhecida o suficiente para sua carreira ir por água abaixo com o escândalo mas igualmente rica o suficiente para contratar um advogado que ajeitou tudo para si e arquivaram o caso como legítima defesa mesmo ser ir a julgamento. Nova York não era mais sua cidade favorita e a primeira coisa que fez foi se mudar, seu destino sendo Los Angeles. Hoje em dia é uma das estilistas mais conhecidas entre as celebridades e tenta recontruir a vida junto com a filha de dois anos.

002. CELEBRITY.

os anônimos estão realmente interessados em você, BLAZE HATCHER, então é melhor tomar cuidado. de acordo com pesquisas, você é um JOGADOR DE BASQUETE de TRINTA ANOS e costumam te chamar por THE FERVOUR na sua COLORADO. parece que você é bastante COMUNICATIVO, mas no entanto, gravações pessoais mostraram seu lado COMPETITIVO, então vamos trabalhar nisso. além de seus fãs te confundirem com DEREK THELER, os haters dizem que será o próximo grande escândalo de hollywood! não deixe que descubram seu RELACIONAMENTO SECRETO COM O JOGADOR DA EQUIPE RIVAL.

003. ABOUT YOUR MUSE.

Nacido com grandes espectativas futuras. Era isso que Blaze foi para o pai desde o momento que veio para o mundo. Quem sempre acompanhou futebol americano, sabe muito bem quem é George “Earthquake” Hatcher, um dos melhores quarterback da história. Infelizmente sua passagem no terminou bem quando estava em seu auge quando fraturou o ombro em uma queda no jogo. O homem entrou em um estado depressivo que parecia não ter reversão até a esposa dizer que estava grávida e descobrir logo depois que era um menino. Esse foi o ponto que a vida de George voltou a ter luz pois para ele era simples: seu filho seria jogador de futebol americano assim como ele.

Um pai não podia estar mais decepcionado com um filho. Quando entrou na escola e tinha idade o suficiente para entrar no time de futebol, Blaze não o fez, optando pelo basquete. De início conseguiu esconder do homem mas começou a ficar estranho demais o filho não aparecer com a jaqueta do time, só então foi saber da mentira. Além de apanhar, o garoto ficou de castigo e foi obrigado a largar o time de basquete para entrar no de futebol. Toda a época da escola para Blaze foi uma tortura e tudo o que ele mais queria era terminar logo o ensino médio e poder sair de casa, mesmo que isso o fosse fazer ficar longe de sua mãe que era a pessoa que mais amava no mundo. E assim o fez, partiu para morar no alojamento da primeira universidade que passou.

O curso escolhido foi educação física e lá mesmo, por ter entrado com bolsa de estudos pelo time de futebol, pediu para trocar para o basquete. Foi difícil, mas os treinos que assistia na escola mais os que fazia sozinho o fez garantir a vaga no time e crescer dentro dele até se tornar o armador. É claro que seu pai ficou sabendo e não gostou nem um pouco mas agora Blaze já sentia-se um homem e não fazia mais o que seu pai mandava. Intercalava dois empregos com a faculdade para poder se sustentar até se formar e conseguir uma vaga no time de basquete pequeno. Aquilo foi só o começo para o homem que mostrou-se ser impecável no que faz ao ponto de ganhar a vaga de armador no Cleveland Cavaliers e hoje ser um herói no basquete. Sua relação com o pai ainda não é das melhores, mas está melhorando. Entretanto, Blaze esconde sua sexualidade do mundo para não perder seu pai de vez.

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naga-raja-suresh · 3 months ago

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It wasn't fair what he expected from his son. But Suresh didn't know how to be fair when it came to the things he wanted. And perhaps it would have been different if Levi was a Lotus Eater. But he wasn't. And while Suresh was immensely proud of what his son had built for himself here with his sanctuary. It still stung that he'd left in order to do it. Suresh constantly had to tell himself that children were supposed to leave their parents.

It was a very noble cause that Leto was engaged in. And he had taken after Suresh enough regarding business that it was going well. Again, he felt a deep sense of pride in Leto and his accomplishments. But of course his son was wildly capable. He let out a soft breath when Leto laughed. Happy that he hadn't been upset by the question. There was something distasteful to him at the idea of being placed in a tank like some aquarium exhibit. But he also knew that would never have been Leto's intention. So he kept quiet and listened. He still held Leto's arm, wrapped around his own as they walked. "It's very thoughtful of you to consider me in it's construction. But you know I don't mind company." It was a different way to say that Suresh detested being alone. Loneliness was torture to him. When it was only him and Desire, the aching gnawing need became impossible to ignore.

The shadow of Suresh's oldest friend still cast Leto into darkness. He wants to be someone that'd make both his fathers proud, but he'll never be able to be his first father. Maybe if Levi had been in the Lotus Eaters, things would've been different. Truth is, Leto loves that he has someone he can call his, someone that he doesn't have to share. The only other person like that islike his best friend. They are people that aren't connected to anything but him. How far from the truth he is. And it's better that way. And just like Suresh couldn't explain how that lost had affected him, Leto cannot put to word why he needed to have something that was his only.

"True. I mean, I am making money, but it's for the sanctuary and shelter. I want to protect those who cannot protect themselves or become collateral damages." He says with a gentle smile. Then he laughs at his father's comment about the tank. "Nothing. But I thought of you when building it; hoping that if you dropped out of the blue to visit me, then we could swim a bit. And who knows, maybe one day you'll want to swim alone without other merfolks." It's a massive tank. Big enough that when standing in the middle, you can't see the edges on any sides and deep enough that you barely see the bottom. "It's beautiful and you don't have to swim in it. I just like knowing that you have multiples places where you can rest. But I also didn't want to assume anything so no wards have been set either." Suresh is never out oc his mind, nor his heart. Most—if not everything—that he does is done while thinking about Suresh. Except for that one selfish request.

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001 – La Historia del Vino – Dionisos, El Nacimiento - (F) 001-008 -

Por: Jaime Ariansen Céspedes

001 – La fascinante historia del Vino comienza una calurosa tarde de verano, en un florido paraje del Olimpo, cuando el poderoso Zeus disfrutaba embelesado de los encantos de la hermosa Sémele, hija de Cadmo, rey de Tebas y de Hermione, hija de Marte y Venus. Lo que había sucedido entre ellos fue un amor a primera vista, intenso, con una desbordante pasión. El gran rey de los cielos, el muy poderoso Zeus estaba realmente enamorado y buscaba en todo momento la ocasión de encontrarse con su amada Sémele, esa tarde como prueba de su afecto, le juró amor eterno en una paraje del río Estigia y realizó con sus perfumadas aguas una significativa y mágica ceremonia. Escribió en la arena de la playa una declaración en la que decía que a partir de ese momento no existiría ninguna otra mujer para él y que siempre satisfacería todos sus deseos y cubrió de lirios la sentencia, como símbolo de amor para su dorada princesa.

002 – Pero, lamentablemente muchas de las grandes historias de amor tienen problemas y este romance tenía uno de fondo. Recordemos que el gran Zeus estaba casado con la muy poderosa Hera y ésta al enterarse del juramento que había hecho su esposo, no dudó que tenía que intervenir de inmediato.

003 – Era la reina del cielo y de la luz celestial, especialmente de la Luna nueva. Era la que representaba a la mujer en general. Y se le adoraba en toda la tierra, no sólo por su inmenso poder sino por su gracia y hermosura. En las regiones que se consideraba que estaban bajo su protección particular, era especialmente venerada por las matronas, como Juno Regina la "esposa perfecta". Entonces era un despropósito que su amado Zeus se fijara con tanta intensidad en una simple mortal, paliducha, flaca y sin poderes sobrenaturales. Supo que se enfrentaba a una situación muy especial y peligrosa, jamás había sentido esa terrible sensación, era una mezcla de celos y rabia.

004 – Hera, nunca se tragó el horrible sapo de las múltiples veleidades de su muy poderoso y amado esposo, pero las aceptaba como algo inevitable; a través del tiempo había resistido estoicamente a las infidelidades de Zeus.

005 – En ese momento realizó un rápido recuento de los hijos que había tenido Zeus fuera del matrimonio: con Metis había procreado a la inteligente Atenea, con Temis había tenido a las ordenadas y diligentes Horas y a los traviesos Hados. Con Eurinome había tenido a las protectoras chicas de pelo gris, las Gracias. Con Deméter había tenido a Perséfone, la terrible reina del mundo subterráneo. Con Mnemosine había tenido a las Musas, las inspiradoras de las artes. Con Leto había tenido a los gemelos Apolo y Artemisa. El dios de la luz y la diosa de la luna. Con Dione a la bella Afrodita. Con la náyade Maya había tenido al fiel y creativo Hermes. Con Alcmena había procreado al forzudo de Hércules, Con Danae había tenido al valiente Perseo.

Pero esta vez, Hera estaba segura que era distinta la situación, era necesario terminar radicalmente con esa patraña de la absurda promesa a esa insípida rubia y mortal, llamada Sémele.

006 – Como Hera podía transformarse a voluntad, tomó la apariencia de Beroe la nodriza de Sémele y le dijo que debía guiarla a una nueva y romántica cita con su amado en el palacio real. La princesa actuó impulsivamente y acudió a la cita desprotegida y presurosa. Minutos después, Sémele estaba desnuda, cubierta de flores, perfume de jazmín y adornada sólo con una diadema de esmeraldas como le gustaba a Zeus. Esperaba expectante a su amado, recostada en un diván, cuando apareció Hera con su verdadera apariencia y concentró toda su ira en una mirada fulminante que lanzó como un rayo hacia su rival y una inmensa lengua de fuego cubrió de llamas a la bella tebana.

007 – En ese mismo instante, cuando Zeus estaba presidiendo un consejo divino, le sobrevino un intenso dolor en el pecho, en el mismo centro del corazón, era como un amargo presagio, - sabía de siempre que algo malo podía suceder, - se levantó violentamente y corrió hacia donde su intuición le señalaba. Lo acompaña su hijo y amigo Vulcano para asistirlo si fuera necesario, ¡quién mejor que el dios del fuego! Pero llegaron tarde, se encontraron ante una dolorosa escena, sólo quedaban cenizas doradas de la que fue la más hermosa entre las hermosas, Sémele de Tebas.

008 – Vulcano se acercó hacia un objeto que brillaba con mayor intensidad, un especial botón, ¡era el embrión que Sémele había tenido en su vientre! ¡Un hijo de Zeus! Vulcano tomó delicadamente al pequeño ser y sin mediar palabras, con solo intercambiar una mirada con Zeus,

Supo lo que tenía que hacer, Vulcano infringió un tajo en el muslo izquierdo de su padre y colocó allí a su medio hermano para que terminara de crecer dentro de él y procedió a cauterizar la herida con un soplo que proporcionaría el calor necesario para hacer madurar a ese fruto de amor prohibido. Revista Historia del Vino - [email protected]

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