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As my boyfriend puts it plain and simple;

“The moment you take a ‘Canon’ character and apply your own headcanons to it, it becomes an OC”

Remember… Literally all known characters are OCs. 

Some are just famous OCs.

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tosmiteornottosmite:

Apollo snorts in amusement to her question. “You know it.” It’s a doubt the guy would ever not be unbearable. Apollo might have a bit of an ego, but damn - that guy’s? Infinite. Never seemed to learn from his mistakes. “Thinks more with his -” in place of saying ‘dick’ Apollo whistles “-than with his head, ya know?”

“Ugh, don’t even--” Artemis caught herself in mid-sentence as she would signal for Apollo to stop and hush, as she would hop off her stag, her feet nary making a noise as they touched the forest floor. They could suddenly both hear animalistic shrieks of pain; the wailing cry of a boar. Had they actually managed to hunt down the Calydonian Boar? Already the red-hair’s temper began to flare, as evident with her bowstring starting to glow with a blue-ish, ice cold hue. She’d be shooting to kill.

They would see the culprits, a group of at least five very talented and geared-up trappers, goading and laughing over their achieved takedown of the boar, who was flailing with its legs hog-tied and a large javelin stuck in its abdomen. But in the midst of their celebration there was a soft, swift ‘Swish’ noise, and an arrow soon found itself lodged into one of the men’s head, as he fell down lifeless, and the remaining four now looked around wildly to try and spot the assailant.

Two more soft swishes from the woods, and two arrows would impale one man’s eyes, as he screams violently and tries to pull them out, only to find himself tearing his own eyes out with the barbed arrow-tips as he cries and collapses to the ground.

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tosmiteornottosmite:

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It is no surprise to they that Cu Chulainn has shown himself to her. Or more so, that he stumbled across her. A black raven should be enough to signal her presence, its caw bringing him to be aware of her - if not that, than the fact it flies from its perch to land before him whilst bird changes to woman is enough to tell him so. 

“What has you here, little one?” A joke - though it is not typical of her to do so. There are two parts to the joke, however; The fact she’s even questioning his reason for coming to this place as well as her referring to him as ‘little one’. 

To be honest, the only thing that Cú Chulainn had wished to do today was to wander through the woods and mind his own business, the hero for once wishing to skip out on any and all heroics and just be one with his land. But here was something he did not expect to happen today of all days; The Morrigan herself appearing right before him!

But, ever confident and brash, Cú Chulainn of course saw no danger in her appearance. He just smirks at her as he twirls his spear above his head before sheathing it upon his back, arms moving to cross over his chest as that jovial smirk dances so vibrantly upon his lips. “Ah, Morrigan! Why I be just traversing the environs for a wee bit, me lass!” he explains with a boisterous laugh afterwards.

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Misty Mountains (Jonathan Young Cover feat. Dylan Myers)

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tosmiteornottosmite:

“It look like I lugged a chariot all th’way here?” He snorts in amusement. “Ain’t the best for navigatin’ around a buncha trees either.” A small shrug follows. “Yeah, sure. I’ll come along. Front row seats to watchin’ my sis give someone an ass whoopin’.” If anyone showed up, that is.

“Good. Follow me then.” Artemis smirks as she clicks her heels into the elk’s sides, as it starts trotting slowly along a trodden path through the woods, its pearl-white fur-coat shimmering in the rays of sunlight that pass through the canopies above. “So tell me... is our beloved father Zeus still as unbearable as usual?”

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tosmiteornottosmite:

There’s something bothersome about being circled about as it’s typically what one does with prey, but luckily she notes his seating himself down, taking it simply as him seeking a place to sit. However, her eyes narrow slightly at his question. The idea of hunting for the sake of hunting never really sat well with her. A kill was meant to feed, to clothe oneself or perhaps in self defense. It is no game.

“If there was such a thing, I’d have slain it already.” As Skadi was pretty bent on making her lands safe. Not just for herself or mortals who passed through, but for animal-kind as well. “And around here, we only kill what we plan to use.” 

“Hm. A preserving kind, eh?” Susano’o asks with curiosity, sliding a finger along the side of his notched blade which shimmers in the dim light. “Might be because I come from a land constantly plagued by evil of all kinds. Lady Skadi, have you ever heard of the Yamata-no-Orochi?”

He assumes she hasn’t, so he just goes on; “It is a vile fiend. An eight-headed serpent, each head as ravenous as the last. But, lucky for me, their appetites made for an easy lure; just stick some booze under its nostrils, and they’ll all come slithering. So, I just wafted some Saké their way, and I chopped all the heads off.” he’d snicker softly after his little story.

“Your lands have any fiends like that? That terrorize mortal-kind?”

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Oh.

That made Kukulkan raise his head and stare… He had never heard such a thing, and was… surprisingly at ease with this. It reminded him of the rivers of wind high above the sea and land… They were his gateways to other lands, never once having to flap his wings as he rode the paths in the sky that were more ancient than even him…

It’s a lovely tune.

He doesn’t realize he’s swaying slightly, eye fixed on the stranger who describes himself like a summer storm… Oh… He recalls the playful battles he had with Chaac during those times… Such good times. But even the god of Rain had left this place for a place south and towards a place the humans called an Equator…

It’s almost childish in how he flicks his tongue out to get a feel for the music, feathered crest flared in interest…

Susano’o casts a few glances towards the feathered serpent, too focused on his flute-playing, but otherwise he’d crack a playful smirk at the serpent’s playful, childish behavior. He seemed to like this. So he just kept playing, and playing... suddenly he changed tone pitch, and played a seemingly entirely different melody.

As he kept playing this melody, the Mayan jungle around them began to shift and bend, as if his playing began to commandeer the wind itself. Trees rustled as leaves shifted from the slowly rising gale, the grass beneath them shimmered in the sun’s bright light as it moves and bends like a screen of light to the breeze, and the winds all seemed to coalesce around Susano’o, coating him in an ‘armor’ of wind that blew around him in a small, tornado-like fashion. Not strong enough to actually lift anything up or move anything around, but it was there, billowing through his robes and throwing his hair around.

And then he stopped.

“. . . It’s a song I play to remind myself of who I am.” he then said solemnly, stashing away his flute. “For too long have I walked the realm of mortals, shut out and exiled from the heavens of my realm. Such prolonged exile can make even gods forget who they were... so therefore, I play this to myself. To remind myself of who I am; I am the Summer Storm.” and with that he’d then turn the roasted goat around over the fireplace. “Would you like the first bite? It’s almost ready.”

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tosmiteornottosmite:

Cast down? Typically a sign one did something they shouldn’t have been, but there are those who have been cast aside doing something honorable that others just didn’t agreed with. She knows of him, but not his story. “I am the Goddess of Winter.” She gestures about them, land covered in snow. Not as much as there typically would be in the Winter season, but it’s definitely there, somehow surviving through the sunlight. 

“An interesting place to wander to.” And he’s quite a distance from Japan too. Just how long has he been wandering for?

“That much is obvious.” Susano’o chuckles with that coy tone of his, observing the winter-y landscape about them as Skadi points it out. He’d circle Skadi for a bit, but only because he wanted to find somewhere to sit, and once he found a rock that wasn’t snow-covered, he’d seat himself onto it, one leg over the other as he’d pull his Ten-Span Sword from his back, casually resting it over his lap and seemingly checking it for chinks and dents.

“Quite. But my journeys have all been long and full of surprises.” he answers again, implying he has been wandering for a long time. And he was still not talking about why he was cast down to Earth.

But then he’d look up at Skadi, a bit of a wild grin crossing his face. “So tell me... do these lands have anything that’s worthy of killing? I have my fair share of experience in monster slaying.”

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tosmiteornottosmite:

“Not really keepin’ up with ya when you’re riding stag, sis.” He huffs quietly, rolling his eyes a little. “A little unfair, don’cha think?” What? He has no problem with pointing that out. “My too legs verses a four legged, wild animal?” Following the words is a snort of amusement. Yeah, not much of a competition, is it? 

“Oh? And here I thought you had a grandiose golden chariot, brother~” she teases him with a wild smirk. She had hoped that he’d call upon his chariot, but again, assumptions had been made. “Very well then. Not a race then. Care to just follow me then? I have some work to do right now... as in making sure no mortal are here in hopes of hunting my prey.” she was very territorial, to say the least. This island was her home, after all. Would you want someone come barging in and trying to take that which is yours? No, didn’t think so.

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tosmiteornottosmite:

Brow raises, curious peaked and a faint sound of a whistle escaping her bringing Kaldr from his defensive position to simply sit before her. “It is not often an immortal refers to themselves as ‘no one’.” Skadi lowers her weapon, the end pressed into the ground by her feet. “Is there a reason you’re here? I doubt you simply ‘wandered’ into my lands.”

Susano’o would shrug slightly as Skadi asked if he had a reason being here. “None, really. But what else is a god that has been cast down from heaven to do?” he asks, immediately telling her of his exile. He was an outcast, exiled from heaven and forced to walk the mortal plains. So why not make the most of it with traveling? “And so I wander wherever the wind takes me.”

“So these are your lands, Skadi?”

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SMITE: Celtic Lobby Theme

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Added new muses:

Cú Chulainn

Anubis

Ra

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//Debating whether to add Ra as a muse only for the sake of going Ra’merica and watch as he tries to cat call every single goddess

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tosmiteornottosmite:

“’Ey,” He begins, hands moving to rest upon his hips, playful smile tugging at his lips. “I’m not your typical pretty boy that lacks brains. Nope, I’m the whole package.” Words are meant to be a joke. He knows many tend to assume he doesn’t have the brains and simply just a pretty face. It’s a stereotype he’s had to live with a long time. “And of course, m’always here for ya.” 

“Well, aren’t you full of surprises then, brother.” Artemis was now the one to smirk a bit and jab Apollo’s shoulder gently. “You’re the whole package indeed... a whole package of annoying... but nice.” she chuckled at her own joke. “Very well then. The wilds is where I belong... you are right.”

She’d whistle again, and once more did the stag appear from the wilds, but this time she’d mount it by leaping up on its back mid-rush, as she just smirked down at Apollo. “Think you can keep up with the Goddess of the Hunt?”

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⊱asks for muns with a multimuse or more than one muse⊰

is there a muse that you wish gets more attention?

if you HAD to choose, who’s your favorite muse?

which muse is the trickiest to get into character for?

is there a muse that not a lot of people roleplay with?

if you HAD to choose, who’s your least favorite muse?

which one of your muses have you been playing the longest?

which one of your muses has the most ships?

what is each of your muses otps? notps?

why were you drawn to each one of your characters?

which muse is the most fun to write for?

is there another muse you’ve been thinking of adding or writing for? who?

what is something everyone should know about your muses before interacting?

what’s a weird headcanon you have for each of your muses?

which muse has the most aus or verses?

can you sort your muses from youngest to oldest?

which muse is most willing to fight another muse?

do your muses get along with each other?

would you ship any of your muses together? who?

for each muse, is there a character you wish had a blog so you could interact with them?

have you ever considered making a multimuse/is it easier having a multimuse?

which muse is the most problematic towards other muses?

which muse is most likely to make new friends?

which muses’ fandom do you like the best?

is there someone playing the same muse/s as you and you really look up to them?

which muse do people send the most asks for?

which muse is most likely to have kids?

is there a rule that someone keeps breaking for your muses?

can you sort your muses from weakest to strongest?

which muse are you considering deleting?

most importantly, are you having fun playing each one of your muses?

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⊱simple introduction starters⊰

❝what are you doing here?❞

❝you're going to hurt yourself, let me help you.❞

❝why are you staring at me?❞

❝if you didn't want to talk to me, you could've just said so.❞

❝i think you dropped this.❞

❝here, i'll pay for that.❞

❝so i assume you're the one everyone's talking about.❞

❝that outfit looks nice on you, where'd you get it?❞

❝why are you doing this?❞

❝so that looks dangerous... want to try it?❞

❝you're going to do WHAT with WHAT?❞

❝can you help me grab this?❞

❝don't talk to me until i've had my coffee. thanks.❞

❝that was possibly the weirdest thing i've ever seen.❞

❝you have the prettiest smile i've seen all day.❞

❝do i have anything on my shirt?❞

❝are you waiting for an interview too?❞

❝is this seat saved for anyone?❞

❝i've never been here before, it's beautiful.❞

❝do you know the directions to (location)?❞

❝so how long have you been working here?❞

❝how many of those have you had?❞

❝i'm not suppose to talk to strangers.❞

❝you'll be ok, i promise.❞

❝can you hear me?❞

❝i think you're on my foot...❞

❝i guess you're stuck with me 'til the elevator starts working.❞

❝could you POSSIBLY get more annoying?❞

❝i have several questions, first off WHY?❞

❝why would you do that?"

❝i think that guy is giving you a weird look.❞

❝hey are you ok?❞

❝do you live here?❞

❝are you third-wheeling too?❞

❝why are like this?❞

❝who did this to you?❞

❝who told you that?❞

❝why are you following me?❞

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tosmiteornottosmite:

If Skadi had learned anything, it’s those who claim to be ‘no one’ or ‘simple’ that are far from such. She’s not one to underestimate those she meets. “That so?” Her tone says she doesn’t quite buy it, weapon still at hand and Kaldr protectively in front of her. “No one is ‘no one’.” Did that make sense. “What is your name, ‘wanderer’?” At least she would provide her own to follow her questioning. “I am Skadi and this is Kaldr.”

As soon as he was fully in sight of the huntress, Skadi would be able to see his very foreign dress code, along with that large, curved, and notched sword strapped upon his backside. He’d give Skadi a coy smirk, crossing his arms playfully as he’d just tilt his head, eyes scanning over her. He was intrigued to say the least. “Very well then, Skadi.” he replies. “My name is Susano’o. I am from the Far East, from the Land of the Rising Sun. Also known as Japan.”