#mythshaped

[univentoremarchived]

|| @mythshaped gets (1) scatterbrain [S.C.]

Keith grew up with countless stories of the Norse gods. He knew them by heart, just like Christian and Muslim children grew up with stories of heroes and prophets. The gods’ presence was faint these days as there were less and less believers every day. It was saddening to the old druid, and yet it was the truth he learned to accept. 

As he wandered the forest between bloodied leaves, trampled flowers and the scent of death all around, he attempted to seek out those still breathing, doing his best to help them however he could. 

After some time Keith grew hopeless. Was there no one? Had the hunters done such a thorough job? Saddened, he began to think maybe he should cover all the tracks, let nature return to its beautiful self once more, when suddenly, he heard footsteps nearby. Hopeful, Keith turned in the direction he heard the noise, sensing a faint aura, a heavy one.. 

   “Lost one,” Keith greeted. “It’s an honor to meet an esteemed being, though it saddens me that it has to be down here..”

[ekleipsi]

@mythshaped

--- A deep set crease was borne in the middle of her brow as her entry into the system was blocked for a second time; it prickled annoyance over her features in a way that she couldn’t quite explain. So rarely did the woman come across a hacker equally as talented or skilled as her. 

--- Knuckles were cracked as she leaned back in her chair, mask discarded in the privacy of her own apartment, violet hues narrowing into a glare that had figuratively turned men to stone. Hunching forward, slender digits began to fly expertly across the keyboard, breaking down the encryption on the password protection so that hopefully she could bulldoze in. 

--- Back doors were for cowards and last resorts, after all. Wraith, Wraith...we’ve been playing this goddamn game for weeks now, you fucker...Idle thoughts drifting through her mind; a curiosity. Who was behind the screen, so engaged and interested in her activities? Never had either of them made the attempt to contact one another, but wherever one showed up...the other seemed to be as well. 

--- It was a coy game of cat and mouse, to foil the other, even if it was irritating. Still. In nothing but a tank top and her underwear, the femme took a sip from the Mountain Dew at her side, leaning back after another failed attempt. ‘ Huh...and to think this shit turns me on. ‘ she cracked half a smile. The competition was delicious, if not frustrating, a hand running down her face.

[wingdgaster]

mythshaped replied to your post: It´s not Monday anymore, but: 5 / 8 / 13.

wow morgan thats gAY

//Ain’t u fuckin kn OW IT

[etlascivus]

@mythshaped || ( ❤ )

        ❛  ---  you’re not the first i’ve seen ,  ❜  speaks the devil king , his fingers steepled , his toes light upon the earth .  ❛  nor the last , i imagine .  ❜  he mutters on , floating ‘cross the way . speaking to himself , it would seem .  ❛  the last of you i chanced upon  ---  he offered me children . i wonder , what will you come to give me , should our acquaintanceship turn to friends ?  ❜

[mvxnn]

a starter for @mythshaped​ /  /  shinjou

              ❛ I'm often underestimated because i'm a woman. ❜ The wolf took that as an advantage more or less ; most people didn't expect a woman to be in charge of a pack - - let alone the dirty handling between other groups. ❛ Did you come to talk business or to pick me apart ? ❜

[ekleipsi]

my wife @mythshaped loves me very much. 

[univentoremarchived]

|| @mythshaped wants to write the nephilim!

It was a gut feeling, she believed. If there was one thing she learned as she had to survive the past years, it was to never underestimate the tingling nerves pointing her into a direction. As such, Estyn looked to the left side of the room, the faint noise of laughter and glasses clinking to her right. There, by the window, she noticed a man sitting with long white hair and golden eyes. It wasn’t her business to be curious about what species a guest was, or what brought them here in the first place. Still, she couldn’t shake the strange gut feeling, as if it was luring her towards him. 

She took her tray and notepad and walked over to him, never leaving herself with mere curiosity in her mind if she had the chance to ask. 

    “Good afternoon. Would you like to order a drink or a room?” 

[ekleipsi]

--- Clouds moved slowly overhead, pale white and looking like pillows despite the darkening backdrop behind them; a storm was coming. Mordecai could tell in his bones; the sinking and heavy feeling that weather was about to shift. He wondered vaguely if it was due to his choice in company, or just simply...mother nature. 

--- ‘ You are...a dragon, then? ‘ he inquired, easily enough. His brow was furrowed thoughtfully- wasn’t it an irony to constantly find himself in the presence of unique and wonderful creatures? 

--- He kept pace with the taller, legs working just a bit harder for it, but the exertion wasn’t strenuous. Palms were clasped behind his back, head tipped, the soft tingling of bells heard from the jewelry around his ankle with each step. ‘ They are fearsome, and reclusive. You must have reason for being here? ‘ for those around him, it had become common knowledge of his Jinn-hood. 

--- Though he still possessed his own secrets, the Ifrit maintained honesty and curiosity as the best policies. How else was he to learn of the wonders of the world? ‘ Do you collect treasure? ‘ he smirked slightly, a chuckle slipping past lips. Perhaps the cliche question was repayment for Eli’s earlier query of his wish granting potential. 

@mythshaped