#theflawedreaper

[icreatedinangard]

If you're still taking them: Pride, and Sloth

Of course I'm still taking them! :) Even I reblog something a few months ago, I'll still do it. (I'd just need a time reference or what specific meme group it was from xD)

Sloth:a headcanon about something your character hates to do or simply hates in general

Sigyn is a very easy person to please. There is little that she can ever dislike, or hate, to be honest. Many have speculated that she doesn't have the capacity to hate.

They are wrong.

There is only one thing that Sigyn truly abhors. Fighting. Fighting of any kind. She hates it, despises it, is so upset about people fighting, whether it's sparring, a street brawl, or all out war, Sigyn will despair when faced with it. Because of this, she attempts to avoid any and all confrontation, and so ends up being more submissive towards certain people, because she just doesn't want to argue with them. Because after all, arguing can lead to fighting, and fighting distresses her.

Pride:a headcanon about something your character is a bit cocky about

Sigyn actually doesn't have much pride. She would need self-worth for that. So she doesn't actually get cocky. However, two things (people, really) that she is immensely proud of are her sons, Vali and Narfi. Those two boys are literally the light of her light, and she could just go on and on about their accomplishments and achievements. They are such amazing boys, Sigyn truly is proud to call them her own.

[icreatedinangard]

is back

ready to work on replies

theflawedreaper: Concussion thread

consortofbughuul: slave thread and greeter thread

whiskey-lullabies-and-zepplin: greeter thread

lets-journey-into-mystery: sick thread

[deathhorseman]

Scrooge

"You are such a "Scrooge."" Cat fussed. She even used finger quotes. She didn't quite get the meaning (of Scrooge or finger quotes... or were they called air quotes? She'd have to ask someone.) but Azrael obviously did because he scowled at her.

"I'm not being a Scrooge, Cat," Azrael said, "Holidays just aren't my thing."

The Horseman tilted her head, while putting her hands on her hips and tapping her foot at him. She was probably glaring at him.

After a tense moment of silence and stubbornness, Cat slapped a Santa hat on top of Azrael's head. "Get in the spirit, Az. Merry Christmas." She adjusted the hat so it would stay on before gently pressing the lips of her mask to his cheek.

She turned away from him, focusing on finishing her King cakes.

[solaraofthelight]

theflawedreaper stepped into the light

"You are an interesting being," Solara declared, alerting him to her presence. She had been ensconced in a ray of sunshine, on her way to the South Pacific when this figure had caught her eye. She altered her path, and soon materialized herself before him. She kept well out of touching range, however. She knew not of this being, only that he was not mortal. She did not know if she could burn him, but why take the chance?

[bonesbared-blog]

You take that back.

…I haven’t the faintest idea of what you’re talking about.

[fearlingcontrolled]

Pitch chuckled darkly as he walked through the shadows to get to his Dark Forest. It seems that he had caught more trespassers in his web of shadows. He wondered who it could be.

When he appeared in the clearing, his grin widened when he saw who it was.

"Well, well, well. This is a surprise!” he exclaimed as he walked out of the shadows.

[themusesgrove]

Working II OPEN RP

For once in her life, Muse had actually been slacking off in her duties. Although she didn't exactly shirk her responsibilities as much as she didn't devote every single second of the day to what she supposed to be doing. She had been working what most people would consider a 'normal' schedule, which would mean that she worked in the morning through the afternoon, and then took the night off to spend time with her daughter and cook dinner. However, she couldn't keep it up. Her mind was starting to become too full of ideas and the needs of humans all over the world.

So, she woke up one morning determined to spend it, the entirety of it, getting things done. Avaline could make dinner; she needed the practice anyway. Hopefully she wouldn't do what she did though, and forget about it. Her daughter had adopted her working methods of just plowing through what she was doing, and not stopping until it was done. Of course she couldn't do her week long endeavors, but she still worried a bit.

At the moment though, instead of spending the day at her desk though, she had gone to the music room. It had been too long since she had decided to spend some time with her musicians.  Muse's gold magic danced along all the instruments as she tuned everything, the air filled with a clunky sounding symphony that was just started to uncurl from its sleeping position. The music unfolded itself, stretching out, and trying to work the kinks out and shake stiff limbs. The muse sighed as she dug herself into it, suddenly feeling well rested and content as she immersed herself into the feel of gliding notes.

[deathhorseman]

❖❖ For whom you choose

Catrina tapped the side of her mask, trying to think of how to make this work. Finally, she snapped her fingers and went off the find those she had chosen to kiss.

❖ Catrina took a while, but she eventually found the angel of Death. He was always hard to find, and she was able to. She took his hand and gently pressed the her mask’s lips to the back of his hand. She stepped away, and left Azreal alone.

❖ The next person she visited was the Lord of Spring. She found him at his home in the main hall, directing various sprites dealing with the smallpox. She walked up to him, and pressed the lips of her mask to his cheek. She wandered away without saying anything, going to find Pestilence and possibly help with this whole mess.