Pandora's Box

Oh dear, you don't look so good... [I track the tag 'plaguepandora'] [The playlist you're now listening to can be found here] [For things to bombard my ask box with, click  here and for magic!anon spells, click here]

[notyourchewtoy-deactivated20131]

To the rp partners that let you take as much time as you need to reply:

[lumina-noctis]

three months

[eldritch-shadow]

[MY MUSES ARE STILL GONE

-sobs grossly-

I HOPE YOU CAN ALL FORGIVE ME I AM VERY SORRY OTL]

[mortetrosesarchive]

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[agent-peggycarter-deactivated20]

Your muse just walked in on mine holding a newborn baby. How does yours react?

[plaguepandora]

[eldritch-shadow]

[Sorry guys, my muses are taking a day off, it seems. See you all tomorrow, hopefully!]

[inboxstuff]

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[plaguepandora]

7 deadly sins. put one in my ask.

Lust: Something that I find attractive.

Pride: Something that I like about myself.

Sloth: Something that I dislike about myself.

Envy: Something I wish I was better at.

Gluttony: One of my favorite foods.

Wrath: Something that gets me angry.

Greed: Something I can’t get enough of.

[plaguepandora]

Incubus & Succubus

INCUBUS: What would someone have to do to get in your pants?

SUCCUBUS: What’s one thing you can’t live without?

Plague studied the questions intently. “Huh… Interesting”, he snickered, his eternal smile turning into a grin.

"What would someone have to do to get in my pants?" He gestured down his incorporeal, cloud-like body. "Find them, first."

"What’s one thing I can’t live without? Hmmm…" He tapped his chin, grinning incessantly. "Tough question. I’ll get back to you on that one."

[plaguepandora]

These are named after MONSTERS are you KIDDING ME if I don't get at least one of these I'm going to be very disappointed

Vampire: Someone offers you a chance at immortality. Do you take it, and why or why not?

Werewolf: If you had to spend your life with just one person, who would it be?

Witch: If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?

Ghost: Do you have any regrets?

Frankenstein: Is someone telling you how to live your life, or are you an independent person?

Mummy: If you were to fall into an eternal sleep, do you think anyone would miss you?

Zombie: Do you miss anyone right now?

Faerie: If you could get away with anything, what would you do?

Nymph: What are you like when you’re by yourself?

Mermaid: How far would you go to keep the one you love?

Shapeshifter: What would you change about yourself?

Banshee: If you knew one of your loved ones/best friends had only one day left to live, how would you spend that last day with them?

Siren: If you could make anyone do anything, what would you make them do?

Genie: If you had one wish that would come true and couldn’t be reversed, what would you ask for?

Fury: What is a word/phrase that you dread to hear?

Incubus: What would someone have to do to get in your pants?

Succubus: What’s one thing you can’t live without?

[eldritch-shadow]

[Off for the night. Go follow my Plague for sick fun! :p]

[plaguepandora]

[This blog has been inactive for a long time, but I really feel like bringing it back - so here I go!

Who is Plague?

Basically, Plague Pandora is the 'spirit' of disease. (It's questionable whether he could actually be considered a spirit, though.)

For more info, please click here. If you have any more questions, drop me an ask!]

[the-darkest-shadows]

Open RP | The Black Death

The 14th century was truly devastating time, especially around 1350. The Black Death was ripping its way across Europe, killing people by the millions and leaving fear, death, and decay in its wake. Fields, once use for food, were converted into massive death pits. In most streets, you could not walk more then a few steps without seeing a corpse, or a house with a Red X on the door, containing a infected family. Even if one member showed symptoms, the entire family was locked away, in an attempt to contain it. That did nothing though, as the looters who broke in to steal the jewels and money contracted the plague.

People were at a panic during this time. Most, if they could afford it moved into the country side, trying to avoid the sludge and scum of the city, which was alive with the wales of the dying. Others were trapped there, riddled with fear and paranoia, using cloth soaked in their own urine or stuffed with herbs to try to keep themselves healthy. At first, people assumed it was punishment from god of their sins. He was ridding his earth of his sin and filth of humans. But when the priest and holy men began to fall victim, they started to fear much worse than God's wrath.

A lone man wandered down one of the filth ridden streets of France, looking almost too comfortable around the death. He was tall and lanky, robes of black adorning his frame. Fingers, clad in thick black gloves, clasped behind him, resting against the small of his back. A hood was pulled over his head, an from within its confines, a large, clay beak protruded.  It was the sign of a doctor in those times. All men of medicine wore full face masks, complete with a large beak, stuffed with various herbs.

He tutted softly, stepping over the body of an infected child. It seemed no one was safe from this illness. “Ring around the rosey, a pocket full of posies.. Ashes, ashes, we all fall down..” He mumbled the nursery line to himself as he moved. It was one that mothers used in an attempt to calm crying babies. Though like every other cure that was tried, it often failed.

[plaguepandora]

He was not the only figure there. There was another spirit - for lack of a better term - making his rounds. He appeared as a dark green, almost black, cloud of... Something, with a face planted in the middle. His arms emitted from the sides of the cloud, and he didn't seem to just float, but rather dance happily in mid-air.. 

He had quite the reason to be happy, for he was the bringer of illness; its origin and source - Plague Pandora. Ironically enough, he was just as old as the other spirit.

He'd been sitting on a window sill after watching yet another one die - he'd have been far too busy seeing everyone off, so he sticked to just the ones that brought him the most pleasure to watch - when he heard someone mumble the rather macabre rhyme to himself. He thought this strange, for the rhyme was common in Britain, and not in France - so he must have been a foreigner. Healthy enough to travel, despite obviously being a doctor. How odd.

He swooped down behind the tall figure and approached him quickly. When he'd finally gotten close enough, he placed both his hands on the man's shoulders, not expecting to be seen or felt, but to infect the medicus. However, both these expectations were disappointed.

[afellowfearling]

“A-han” purred the fearling, as his hand vanished in shadows “I guess you are.”

[plaguepandora]

"Mhm." Plague wafted around the fearling. "I am neither fearling nor spirit, nor anything else. I am Plague, and nothing but."

[afellowfearling]

“and you are…?” slowly murmured the creature, lightly touching him with a finger, tilting his head.

[plaguepandora]

"I already told you", he replied, backing away from the touch. "I am Plague."

[afellowfearling]

“hm” the fearling turned all around him, observing him with inquiring eyes. “so you were somehow born from a fearling and a man’s death. Curious.”

[plaguepandora]

"Indeed", he cooed, "and the fearling disappeared, too. Became me."

[afellowfearling]

The fearling shrugged. “you’re interesting indeed. What were you before becoming this?” he asked, tilting his head. “a fearling?”

[plaguepandora]

"I was nothing before this", he explained, "There was a fearling and there was a man. And then, they died, and I was there." It had been more complex than that, but Plague felt he had already said enough, despite the other being almost a kindred being.

[afellowfearling]

The fearling gazed at him intriguedly, raising an eyebrow. “Old one, I suppose. Damaged one. Memory problems.” he said, shrugging “why?”

[plaguepandora]

"Just curious. Sorry to hear about your memory." He wasn't sorry though - he never was. He couldn't afford it. And even if he could, he'd never felt any empathic feelings whatsoever. "I was born of an old one, myself. It... Changed, and it became me."