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Celtic goddess of fire, poetry, smithcraft, and healing.Disclaimer: This blog is for roleplaying purposes only and is not affiliated with Jessica Chastain in any way.

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[resplendentnightmare]

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“ the maze. how MUCH did you see? “

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“All of it. How could I not, Lucius? It was displayed everywhere.”

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The red haired woman was an unknown face to the dragon, but the reaction they got out of her was quite the opposite—almost like meeting an old friend. A friend who had fucked you over one too many times and you knew that at the end of the friendly chit chat you’ll probably put them out like a rabid dog before it caused more damage. 

“Birgid!” Exclaimed she way too excitedly for her character, Morgana wasn’t known to be that expressive or happy to see people. “Why don’t you come closer and take a seat?” Offered she, immediately pressing down the bright red button on the timer close to her. 59 minutes 58 seconds, it said, and kept counting.

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Brigid didn’t even know who this woman was let alone what she had been doing here. But if the wardens demanded it, then Brigid was definitely going to do her part to attempt to keep the peace. When the place had gone on lockdown, her body tensed, wondering if she was about to meet her end. She sat down and looked at the timer, her skin burning hot enough to make her uncomfortable. “What am I doing here, under such intimidating circumstances? For what purpose am I to serve?”

[cheers-mrhiddleston]

[cinderellas-stilettos]

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✆ [lucius]

Contact Name: The Spark to My Flame ❤Ringtone: I Want to Hold Your Hand by The BeatlesNotes: The most amazing man I have ever met. Do not forget to tell him you love him everyday. Remind him to pick up his books. DO NOT FUCK THIS UP.

@resplendentnightmare

[lonnieontherun]

Send me a ✆ to know your name/ringtone/picture in my character’s mobile.

[legendarymemes]

Angsty Texts

[SMS] I get if you don’t want to talk to me, I just need to know you’re still alive.

[SMS] Where are you? We’ve not heard from you in weeks!

[SMS] I’m sorry, baby. I’ve been cheating on you.

[SMS] I’m sorry, I can’t do this anymore.

[SMS] Don’t try to find me. I don’t want to be found.

[SMS] I’m scared *insert pronoun/name* is going to kill me.

[SMS] Answer your phone! Please!

[SMS] H elp

[SMS] I can’t breathe

[SMS] I’m running away.

[SMS] I can’t take this anymore!

[SMS] I’m divorcing you. I’m filing the papers in the morning. It’s over.

[SMS] I had to do it. I’m so sorry.

[SMS] Come on, please come home, please!

[SMS] I know it’s stupid, texting a dead person, but- you were the most important thing in my life. God, I miss you.

[SMS] I don’t love you anymore.

[SMS] This is *name’s* mother/father/sister/brother. I’m really sorry, but you need to ring us. We have bad news.

[SMS] Just come back. Please. I’d do anything. I can’t handle this. I can’t handle you being gone!

[SMS] Do you ever wish we hadn’t broken up? Cause I do.

[SMS] You’re breaking my heart! 

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💔 - From Hephaestus

27. Your muse breaks up with mine.

“But why?” She stammered, the emotions just clashing around her. Bombs exploding all around as the goddess of smithcraft felt her heart shatter. “I thought we had something...real, special,” her voice croaked at Hephaestus as he just stood there. “Is it someone else? Is it me?” The flames sparked around her, igniting the air with furious light. “I just can’t understand why you would throw all of this away? What about the daggers we made? The swords? The wrought iron fences!”

@metalxsmithing

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💔 (We're gonna get one of those weird kissy ones)

35. My muse dies in your muse’s arms

“Than...?” Her eyes struggled to adjust, the haze glazing over the blue to distort them to a faded grey. Brigid trembled as the pain began to subside but as she felt her soul dwindle, the pain seemed to dwindle. Her pale hands, now stained with hot red blood, held her stomach wound shut with little avail. “It is such a lovely world...” A voice, a whisper shook from her voice as she coughed, her frail form falling limp into his. Stillness took over the air.

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interview with the wardens ;

@godsandmonstersrp

What is your earliest memory?

“I think that my earliest memory is ascending into the sun, against the light of the dawn. I remember heat on my face, the warmth and comfort of a new beginning, a new life, you know?”

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

“Oh, I guess just inspiring so many people through the years, helping them through and all of that. I do enjoy helping others, so that is my greatest accomplishment. Definitely.”

What is the most evil thing you have ever done?“

“I would say lashing out against Lugh so many years ago, perhaps even defending a terrible king for so long.”

What is your worst memory?

“The death of my son. In my arms. That’s all I have to say about that.”

Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it?

“I do not want to kill anybody, or at the very least cause them such pain that they wish to die. I do not enjoy hurting people, I do not enjoy seeing people suffer. It is just against my nature. I am the fire that heals, it does not mean I must burn as well.”

Who is the person you despise the most, and why?

“I guess my deceased husband, I do not particularly enjoy Aibell but I wouldn’t say I despise her, our...personalities do not mesh well. I don’t think that I hate anybody, really.” 

What is your greatest weakness?

“I don’t know, not wanting to hurt people? Lucius, probably. I’d hate to lose him, hate to be without him.”

If you could choose, how would you want to die?

“Quietly, in my sleep, far away so that no one else would be affected by my death.”

Describe yourself to me.

“I am but a simple fire goddess with poetry and smithcraft and spring to worry about. While I am a more major goddess, I do not see the lines between major and minor, we are all suffering right now, after all. I love my boyfriend Lucius, I enjoy cows, and I do not like cold weather. That’s really all there is to me, really.”

What are you most afraid of?

“Being alone.”

Tell me your 3 biggest secrets.

“I kissed Puck once, I secretly struggle with having feelings for others, and I most definitely have a strong desire to destroy things from time to time. I don’t understand it, honestly.”

Which living person do you most despise?

“I already said that I do not despise people, I just don’t have matching personalities with others, that’s all.”

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

“The loss of a child is the worst misery anyone could ever experience.”

Describe your worst nightmare – the one that brings you instantly out of a deep sleep, sweating, eyes rolling, gasping for breath

“Lucius, old and dying, taking his final breath in my arms.”

When do you consider it wrong to kill (under what circumstances)?

“Self-defense is the only circumstance in which conscious killing is okay. It is not right for us to rob others of fate and potential.”

What do you consider to be the worst crime someone could commit and why?

“I feel that murder is the worst. Again, you’re robbing someone of something so precious, and you can never give it back to them. Even if they are granted immortality, it is not the same.”

Describe a typical dream you might have.

“Sunrises with bright colors against the muted sky, a foreground of wild blooming flowers with a light breeze as I run through them. Taking in the beauty around me, not feeling any pain or sadness or woes.”

Do you have any feelings in general that you are disturbed by? What are they? Why do they disturb you?

“I do not like feeling conflicted about who I love and whom I want to be with. It is terribly confusing and I feel that I am being pulled in every direction. It makes me tired and restless. I promised Lucius that I would always love him, be by him. And I will, but...love is a confusing emotion, isn’t it?”

Do you think redemption is possible? If so, can anyone be redeemed, or are there only certain circumstances that can be? If not, why do you think nothing can redeem itself?

 “I believe that anyone can be redeemed, if they want it bad enough and truly want to make themselves a better person. Everyone gets a chance, don’t they?”

Do you have any bad habits? If so, what are they, and do you plan to get rid of them?

“I tend to set things aflame when I am upset, or feel strong emotions. I plan on learning to control myself and my emotions much better.”

What is the most frightening potential handicap or disfigurement you can conceive of? What makes it so frightening?

“I guess being blind. I would hate to not see anything anymore. Whether good or bad, I do so love to see things through my own eyes.”

In what situation would you become violent?i

“Heartbreak, despair, jealousy. I have never tried to kill anyone, though.”

How do you want to be perceived by others?

“I just want to be known for being kind and people feeling that they were able to experience some compassion at some point.” 

If you were to die after this, what would your last words be?

“Oh that is a hard one, I imagine they’d be simple. Something like, ‘I guess immortality even has an expiration date.” I don’t know, I never expect to die, dear Wardens. Hasn’t happened yet, even when I wished for it so.”

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And then he just said it.  It was so unlike him…to state his feelings so plainly, but he did it anyway with a sobering resolution and salty tears welling up in his dark eyes.  Don’t cry. Don’t cry, he chanted to himself.  “Brigid.  I love you, and I know that you love me.  And whether it’s a different kind of love or the same doesn’t make a difference.  It’s real, and I’ve only felt this way once before, so I’m not going to screw it up again.  Okay?  Now…Now you wouldn’t have to put up with me f-for long.  I’ll die in about a hundred years, but…for the time I have on this earth, I want to spend it with…you.  And no one else in the whole world because you’re the most amazing and perfect creature I’ve ever set my eyes on.”  He had started crying during his speech, tear streaming down his reddened face.  He looked so much like a child in that moment, but every word he said was as serious as stone.  So serious that it hurt.

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As soon as he said it, Brigid felt her skin ignite with panic and embarrassment. The feelings she had for Puck had become increasingly become more blurred since the island became a factor. The tears on his face made her heart burn and Brigid struggled what to do. The poetry goddess was left speechless. Lifting her feet, she pressed her lips against his. She had to know how it felt before she responded. But the image of Lucius came to her head and the kiss was cut short. “I...Puck--Robin...I am far from perfect and--” The tears began to steam across her heated face. Brigid felt scared, confused, but she couldn’t do this to Lucius. She couldn’t bring herself to hurt him. But she couldn’t bring herself to hurt Puck, either.

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“I…” He began, his tongue sweeping along his lip as he stared at her.  His eyes gathered all he could see, taking in the pretty red tresses and the bright blue eyes that were hazy with drunkenness.  His heart quickened beneath his chest when he looked at her.  It was such a strange feeling to be in love.  He wasn’t sure if he loved it or hated it.  “Brigid, you know how much I care for you, right?”  He asked stupidly before rubbing his face with a groan.  

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Her head tilted toward the side, the look of perplexity masked the nervousness she felt throughout her body. Brigid didn’t want to accept the reality of what was imminent. Although she never saw the look in someone else’s eyes, she recognized it in her own. “Of course I know you care for me, you’re my constant companion!” Her voice was bright, cheery--holding back the panic that screamed to be let out. The soft hand met the one against his face, stroking it gently. “What is the matter, sweet Robin?”