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On a scale from 1 to 10 how much do you think I understand the character I roleplay?
mythology alphabet: t - tartarus [(Greek: Τάρταρος)], in ancient Greek mythology, is the deep abyss that is used as a dungeon of torment and suffering for the wicked and as the prison for the Titans. As far below Hades as the earth is below the heavens, Tartarus is the place where souls were judged after death and where the wicked received punishment.
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The Moirai (greek), or Parcae (roman), were the incarnations of destiny, known as the three fates. They controlled the metaphorical thread of life of every being from birth to death. They were independent, at the helm of necessity, crafted the life of others, and watched that the fate assigned to every being by eternal laws take its course without obstruction. The gods and men had to submit to them, and their impartial choices. Clotho was the spinner, Lachesis the measurer, and Atropos, the one who no man could escape, holds the burden of cutting the thread of life once it shall come to an end.
Rachelle Lefevre: 2010 - TIFF [x]
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Just a small selection of little pictures I’ve done because I’m writing a comprehensive archive of the world and in my completionist nature wanted to illustrate it as well.
Featured:
Elois and Malvolio
Eve haunted by the deaths of her daughters
Nadiya
An angel
Lilith
Nyx and Erebus in the Void
The burning of the Whore of Babylon
Lucifer’s prison
❛You, uh – you know a lot more than I do. I’m not very clued-up or book smart. All I know about us is the obvious, so anything you can explain about what I am would be – helpful.❜ He was attempting to take in the information that she was giving him. ❛I was born a werewolf, and I didn’t know my parents. I was put up for adoption. No foster family kept me when they found out what I was. I guess knowing more would just put my mind at ease a bit.❜
Circe couldn’t help but feel sympathy for the boy, simply because she herself had been victim of family casting her away. Of course, that was Circe’s fault for recognizing Pasiphae’s ambition and arrogance beforehand, and as a result the witch had suffered for it. ”Well, generally most werewolves possess the typical traits of transforming during the three days of the full moon, an aversion to silver, enhanced senses and even physical prowess. Some varieties learned to control their transformations across years of evolution and assistance from higher powers. Others regressed into an animalistic state and allow the beast and man to blend together.” Though she doubted a lecture in the way curses can evolve over time would benefit the boy. ”Why don’t you just ask me questions instead? I can’t tell what you want to know unless I know what you’re looking for. Chances are I’ll have the answer -- so far as legend is concerned I even knew how to pull down the moon from the sky.
Johnny listened, intrigued and mildly fascinated by every new piece of information that this curious indivual was giving to him. He was finding himself pretty pleased to have been broken into for food – a weird situation, sure, but a beneficial one, it was turning out. ❛You’re sweet,❜ he commented, with a playful little grin. ❛Your family seems a whole lot more interesting than mine. I just have old Charon and my mom. I don’t really see anyone else.❜
“Are we going to progress into a war of who is the sweetest I wonder? Because if so we may need a judge.” The sandman smirked, now rubbing his fingers together idly as he no longer had anything else to do with them. ”Have you ever considered you might be a bit more lucky than most? Sometimes an ordinary family is more of a gift than an extraordinary one like mine -- which is technically also yours but the term ‘family’ is subjective. Like just look at the entirety of mythology: everyone is petty and always looking to pick a fight.”
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{ And I completely forgot to post a PSA -- things won’t be happening for the next few days due to exams then I have time off from university and things will be back on track! }
I N S P I R E | Masquerade
(me)dusa -- taylor steele
Reykat
Why should I apologize for the monster I’ve become? No one ever apologized for making me this way.
The Joker