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[musesgonnamuse]

your muse is allowed to underestimate my muse 

your muse is allowed to disrespect my muse

your muse is allowed to provoke my muse

your muse is allowed to be a little asshole to my muse

and more – !!

So long as you, the mun, understand the consequences of your muse ticking off my muse your muse is allowed to be not nice to mine. Confrontation can be interesting and fun to rp! I welcome it! While you, the mun, should know better than to provoke my muse your muse might not and that’s okay! Mun does not equal muse and vice versa. When your muse provokes mine, disrespects mine, underestimates mine, I am trusting that even if your muse doesn’t know the consequences that you, the other mun, understand there are repercussions for your muse being an asshole.

you want your muse to be an ass to mine? that’s fine – just don’t whine when your muse doesn’t come out of it unscathed. 

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☾ | GOTHAMDAUGHTER.

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She growled. Pain signals shot through her entire body. The body ached to withering and writhe, her cursed laughter longed to leave her. Duela did not give in, but bitterly sighed out a chuckle.

“T-time for what? Su….s-suffering?”

“Yes.” Thanatos spoke simply. He was frozen in place, unsure of what to do to preserve her life. This is the direct OPPOSITE of what his job entails, so excuse him for being a little choked up. “And then, I suppose, healing. Perhaps even thriving - something I’m sure you don’t think yourself capable of.” He fidgeted about as he spoke, trying his damnedest to find something in their general proximity to aid her. When he found nothing, he instead reserved to taking off his shirt and pressing it to her wounds.

“I don’t suppose you know what to do in a situation like this, do you?”

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☾ | CRCWE.

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It was dark in Gotham, as it always was. A lone figure stalked through the night, making his way to a small graveyard in the south side of town. Flowers were clutched in his hand as he entered. It might not look like much but someone important to him was buried there. 

He sat by the grave, cleaning it off and placing down the flowers. 

Zeke hoped it would be enough for his mother. 

it was cliche of him to be hanging around graveyards – not that he worried himself with frivolous emotions such as embarrassment. one thing he should of expected was that the world, packed to the brim with LIFE, would be so damned LOUD. every corner he turned was met with bustling and blubbering. the cemetery, filled with what once was... felt like HOME.

and home, save for himself, a few other gods, and the constant moaning of souls alike, was relatively empty. so he raised an eyebrow in surprise when he saw the other approaching a gravestone a yard or so before him, a bouquet of flowers in-hand. dropping the cigarette from between his fingers, he rose from where he propped himself against a tombstone, vanishing in a cloud of smoke at once. then he materialized next to the boy without the slightest concern of startling the other.

‘she would love them.’

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☾ | NECROMANTIIA.

   ‘why is that? please don’t say it is because I am a mortal.’ spoken with bitterness, expression once filled with interest twisted into annoyance. if there was anything that nadav was not, that was a mortal. his arms would cross at his chest, gaze scanning the sudden scythe with forced boredom. inside he was still interested, craving to learn more, but he did not want to seem eager by any means. ‘okay, so you’re the real deal. that’s new for the books.’  

  ‘au contrare.’ the daemon said with a hint of a smile. thanatos was expecting a bit of enthusiasm, and perhaps that was a bit egotistical of him. the other’s general air of disinterest was still entertaining nevertheless. ‘i have a moral code. the only souls i reap are the ones of utmost necessity.’ with his grip tight on the scythe, thanatos raised it by the sheath and slammed the butt of it on the ground once. in an instant, a cigarette placed itself between his parted lips. ‘the real deal? you have met imposters before?”

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☾ | GOTHAMDAUGHTER.

“Unique? There’s a hundred pieces of media that says otherwise.” Duela Dent was a fake. A copy cat. Sure, she put her own flair on things, but she still was just a bitter rehash of the rogues to a lot of people. 

“Does the ‘uniqueness’ of a soul even matter if that ruins lives? I’ve put more bad in this world then good.” 

“Why care what this... MEDIA thinks?” Thanatos asks out of curiosity, never mind the fact that he had no idea who (what?) this MEDIA is. 

“Perhaps I have too. I reap souls for a living. The chaos and strife I leave in my wake is greatly - HILARIOUSLY - unmatched. Does the uniqueness of my soul - or lack thereof - matter?”

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“This isn’t how I wanted to go.”

Thanatos looked at the large gash across her abdomen from where he kneeled next to her, Duela having sprawled out on the floor in the span of time it took him to reach her. He would not lie to her and say that everything will be okay ; or that it doesn’t look that bad ( because it does ).

Instead he will tell her that she still has a choice. That she can still fight through the pain.

“Then don’t go.” He said simply. “There is still time.”

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ironprince:

this was the last place he was supposed to land up at but f.r.i.d.a.y. must have got her wires crossed or something had gone wrong for him to land up here. he looked around at the flat and raised an eyebrow when he finally looked to the man on the couch. well he looked comfortable and definitely wasn’t expecting visitors which confirmed his thoughts even more. he definitely wasn’t supposed to be here.

“i was going to ask how you know who i am but who doesn’t, huh?”  he stepped inside and glanced to the tv to see family guy playing. “sure i’ve heard of it, i’ve never really sat and watched it personally. i heard it’s good though.”

“s.h.i.e.l.d. told me about their GOLDEN BOY... when they were still s.h.i.e.l.d.” the god spoke almost nonchalantly as he pulled the cigarette from his lips, replacing it with the tumbler. a pause as he drank. “though we have not been formally introduced.”

he finally turned to regard the other. his version of visibly intrigued was a quick arch of the eyebrow - something he did once he saw the other was in his iron man suit. he was still amazed at what man can come up with ( not any man, TONY STARK, but still. ) “why haven’t you?”

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mortemiisms:

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necromantiia:

   ‘yes, dear. do prove it to me.’ he took the chance to be sarcastic, he could not help it as clearly he did not believe this “angel”. ‘just don’t use any special effects, this isn’t a movie set.’ 

    he felt somewhat foolish, going to such great lengths to prove his power to a mortal. ‘you do understand that i cannot show you the full extent of my abilities.’ he spoke as he reached out, palm outstretched to grab his scythe just as it materialized in a cloud of black smoke. ‘even death has a heart. or, at the very least, a moral code.’

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hcllsheir:

“The underworld is home.” Aeron sighed pursing his lips and gazing at the other. He had many years experience in and out of the world his father created. And he did not HATE the underworld. Actually, it reminded him of his mother and that was always a fond memory for him. But the idea of seeing his father? That’s where he got chills rushing down his spine. “And my father is just keeping me from it. Lamenting or not, the man can bring you down.” He stopped.

“No offense or anything.” He mumbled a bit. Aeron gave the other’s hand a shake before dropping it smirking playfully. “I could only imagine. These mortals tend to do all sorts of crazy things when no one’s looking. Trust me, I’ve been hiding among them for years. The stories I could tell, my friend. They’d blow you away.”

“Please.” Thanatos held a hand up at the other’s words, and spoke to something akin of a deadpan, “Do not remind me.” Though his tepid facial expressions said otherwise, the god spoke all in good jest. He was fond of his dear friends, but the same dull atmosphere and wails from the undead do tend to weigh on his soul ( or lack thereof? ).

“I am afraid the offense is not mine to take. But do not worry; I am good at keeping secrets, from your father especially.” Thanatos watched the other with pursed lips. His curiosity was piqued since he’s finally met Hades’ kin face to face. “How do you like it? Hiding here?”

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[incorrectgreekquotes]

Persephone : [smiles]

Hades : [blushes and slams hand on the table] That’s fucking it, I’m kidnapping her

Thanatos : Or you can man up and ask her out

Hades : K-kidnapping..is easier

[avjogia]

[findmeoniironbled]

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when he landed tony stepped inside the building but took his time walking through it. immediately he had a feeling something wasn’t quite wrong and it didn’t take him long to figure out he’d gone and gotten himself mixed up - this never happened, he’d blame f.r.i.d.a.y. that was always a good solution. when he spotted another figure he tilted his head now that his helmet had closed down around him. “i’ve got the feeling this is not where i’m supposed to be.”

[mortemiisms]

it was a sight to see. the god of death was cooped up in an expensive flat, sitting cross-legged on a leather couch. he had a bag of cool ranch doritos to his left, a tumbler of scotch to his right, a cigarette in his mouth, and -- FAMILY GUY playing on the flat-screen tv mounted to the wall. he was not unnerved by the unwelcome presence in his house. the god could be maimed, but not killed -- otherwise, that would be painfully ironic.

“man of iron.” he says with so much as a glance from the television screen. “no, it is not. feel free to make yourself at home despite this.” he inhales deeply and allows the cloud of smoke to fall from his lips. “this show was recommended to me. do you know of it?”