this ᵘˢᵉᵈ to be a 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄.

n͟o͟w it's 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 of 𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 clowns. 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻, i'm gonna burn it ᴰᴼᵂᴺㅤᴰᴼᵂᴺㅤㅤᵈᵒʷⁿㅤ ᵈᵒʷⁿㅤ.ㅤ.ㅤ.

[theirmadness]

＃theirmadness,    a collection of original and canon muses from various source materials. headcanon based potrayals with canon peppered in. 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄: 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐓 content found within.

viewer discretion is highly adviced. tortured by blue, thirty, she / they, gmt. minors, do not interact. previously sugarspicesins.

PSA: semi-permanent hiatus from 22 / 04 / 2026. ** selective taking new threads and asks. **

** PLEASE READ THE RULES PAGE BEFORE FOLLOWING. ** ** PLEASE INTERACT WITH THIS AFTER READING RULES. **

A STUDY IN:      the complexity of the human experience and the maddening tragedy of existence. featuring mummy and daddy issues, female rage, trauma of every kind but make it religious and sinful. these people are a cathedral of suffering, mingled in with the sorrowful excuse of being flawed. diving deep into sexuality and the pathetic need for connection that drives every being. an exploration into the supernatural and divinity as a whole.

affiliated with: @drwlf, @storyuntrue, @rejectory, @helenaus, @angcltouched, @thewiickedones. ♡

› HIGH MUSE:      most canon and oc female muses. › DRAFT COUNT:      four hundred and eighty1.

    ↪      rules.    muses.    ocs.    memes.    opens.

[theirmadness]

@valyrianvows gets poseidon, the earthshaker.

father below, this woman will be the ruin of him and his realm. he would dry up all the seas and crack open the very earth if she so asked him. and yet she stands there, so righteous in her anger. fire made flesh, whereas he is the fury of water. he cannot help the smirk on his lips, the way his sea-green eyes burn with a fascination that borders on obsession. “ i remember the storm that brought you into this world. ”

“ look at you now, σμικρὸν πῦρ. ” his fingers itch to touch her skin—he does not. the restraint it takes is incredible. “ tell me, my lady... what would you have of me? ships? i will provide you the largest fleet known to men. gold? i have enough treasure to overflow every castle on land. tell me what it is you wish for, daenerys targaryen, and it shall be yours. ”

[theirmadness]

@drwlf gets apollo, the god of light, music and healing.

“ you're looking a little glum there, doc. ” yes, he is walking around shirtless. mind your business. “ there anything i can do to help? ” he looks like something that walked out of a magazine. like oliver manifested a dream out of his frustrations.

[theirmadness]

i know half of y'all are so thirsty for hades but he is literally the most reclusive muse i have ever written he refuses to come of his enclosure unless i offer him multiple sacrifices he is SO annoying

[earthslastchance]

there's a shudder that runs down the length of his spine.

"I don't believe you." he replies, crossing his arms. "I'm stronger than that. You can't make me DO anything you want." He shifts in his spot, eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

[theirmadness]

the laugh that escapes her lips feels like honey, warm and gentle, dripping down your back. she doesn't even touch him, yet the breeze that blows seems to caress his cheek and his hair like fingers. “ you think this is about strength, darling? ”

aphrodite approaches him slowly. her hand is softer than anything he has ever felt when she grips his chin—a strength that seems unusual for a woman of her stature. “ no, my sweet. this isn't about strength. ” her grip tightens, as she leans closer, allowing him to smell her. she smells like every scent he has ever loved. it's an assault of memories, an onslaught of sensory information. her voice seems to echo in his cells when she breathes: “ kneel. ” it's a command, and something stronger than his will will compel him to do as the goddess demands.

[theirmadness]

just please note if you write with any of my supernatural characters but particularly the primordial figures (gods, angels, and even some demons) there will be a level of godmodding involved. i try to make it as subtle as i possibly can but it's literally unavoidable with these characters, and i assume that anyone writing with them knows that this is a thing that will happen. if you are umcomfy, please don't interact with them. i do not soften or change character's natures but particularly gods.

[theirmadness]

@bratxprincexlestat gets persephone, queen of the underworld.

“ your voice is something really special, ” she swirls the olive in her drink with a smile that feels like the sun touching your cheek. she glows, like the moon in the darkness. “ i haven't felt music touch me like that since orpheus. ”

“ do you do private concerts? ”

[theirmadness]

@corpatrem gets athena, goddess of wisdom.

“ i raised you up out of the mediocrity you were born in, steve rogers. and look at you. i did not make you a warrior so you would end as someone's husband and father. ” she sounds like a disappointed mother.

she is. “ as all mortal men do, you have disappointed me. ”

[theirmadness]

@topshelfperverts gets poseidon, lord of the tides.

the ship is going down. really quick. poseison should just let it go.

but he has a soft spot for this mortal. so he's the one who wakes jack sparrow up, gently slapping him awake before pulling him to his feet with a strong hand. the ship seems more stable, but there's water up to his knees as he stands over the young man. “ you better be quick, son. you don't have long. what's your plan? ”

he will probably not let the boy drown if he can't think his way out of this. probably. the outcome is never quite certain with the earthshaker.

[theirmadness]

@anthologicals gets hermes, god of travellers.

“ well, you're shit outta luck, aren't you, kid? ”

she's stuck in this compound, and she's in a shit situation. but where the fuck did he just come from? he materialised out of thin air, and now he's leaning across the literal threshold of the door, inspecting his cuticles, as she's panicking about how to get out of here. “ i wouldn't go through that door, if i were ya. just saying. ”

[earthslastchance]

"Make me."

OPEN STARTER

[theirmadness]

“ oh, my sweet boy. ”

“ i could make you do just about anything i wish. and you want me to, don't you? i can smell it on you. but what would the fun in that be? ”

[theirmadness]

let me write my greek gods influencing/corrupting your mortal muse. be it sexually/romantically/or just because they're bored. let me BE MESSY. but you have to let me pick the god.

[dilutedh2so4]

Happy Pride to whatever Helen and Aphrodite have going on

[theirmadness]

@helenaus. ♡

[theirmadness]

with the odyssey out can people actually rp greek myth pls i'll pay u

[theirmadness]

marie francois / @diviningtime. ♡

marie's eyes sharpened at the other woman. she tilted her head, the gold hoops in her ears catching the low light as she studied lilia with the kind of unflinching gaze that made most people uncomfortable. “ oui, you have her scent all over you, ” marie drawled, that new orleans accent thick in her voice. “ that's something, cher. that is something. folk don't just walk roads with death and live to talk about it. ” she took a step closer, the scent of cigar smoke, rum, and grave dirt clinging to her skin like perfume. her presence seemed to press against the room.

“ i sit at her table. i pour her whiskey and she pours me secrets. i drag souls back when they ain't finished their work yet, and i send others on when they too stubborn to go. i know every corner of the in-between, the underworld, and the places even she don't like to linger too long. ” marie's expression hardened, all traces of amusement gone. “ and i do it the right way. none of that hollywood, white-washed bullshit folks play at. this is blood and bone. this is the real thing my ancestors carried across the water in their chains. ” she arched a brow, her voice dropping. “ so if you walked with ianmò... then you know she don't play. neither do i. ”

marie held lilia's gaze without blinking, the weight of generations of priestesses behind her eyes. she letes out the smoke of her cigar, dark eyes gleaming through the smoke.

“ you sure you ready to step into my altar, girl? ”

[teratocrat]

girl you would flourish under my dark tutelage

[theirmadness]

@valyrianvows. ♡

[hell-sam]

Lucifer watched in silence as the human boy slowly came undone in between his very fingers. The strong arms of a loving father, one that used those hands once upon a time to lift his infant high up and into his arms. Now, all they were capable of holding onto are the broken remnants of a child slightly older, yet with a fate just as tragic. Teddy and Sam, two innocent souls which Lucifer have forsaken.

And he hasn't felt neither guilt or remorse for either of those children. Yes, of course... the closer Lucifer had grown to Nick, the more he found himself relishing in the old memories of feeding the little boy, taking comfort in the weight cradled in his arm. The soft giggling out of shiny red lips of a chubby face that was happy to see him. Full of love and in need of his protection.

Dead. Slaughtered, as Nick kept sobbing in his head. And the one who was fortunate to live, wasn't doing any better in the lottery of life. Not that Sam had any chance to submit his ticket... it was all decided for him. Ten years before his birth he was already sold off by his very own mother, into the arms of the Devil. Lucifer had really hoped that he would get to make Sam happy. To raise him as his own.

It was such an utter shame that his personality was shining as brightly as his wings in the younger Winchester's heart. Getting in the way of their perfect eternity together. The one human that Lucifer had wish to spent the rest of his existence with... the one human that was capable of understanding the depth of his anguish, betrayal, and loneliness.

Lucifer's irises were unrelenting from Sam's as the tears welled in his eyes. Before a droplet could dare and stain the human's cheek however the archangel wiped it away with his thumb, the action quick yet oh so very gentle. A slight frown overtook his features, as if he was so terribly focused on Sam's tears, on the agony enveloping his soul. The grip on his wrist ignored. He didn't care of Sam needed a crutch, an illusion of some sort of anchor or control.

"You're not doomed to anything." Lucifer's voice remained hushed and eerie, a tinge of desire overtaking it. Albeit, it wasn't lustful as his tone usually indicated. "I won't let anything else hurt you." No, he was the only one who was allowed to toy with and abuse his property. His vessel. The body in which he felt free... yet kept on rejecting him.

His grip on Sam's face tightened ever so slightly, the tips of his fingers pressing against hair and skin, two thumbs drag themselves across cheek bones with rough but undeniable love. "You might not love me but I refuse to be yet another person in this world who gives up on you."

[theirmadness]

those were words sam would've died to hear from anyone else.

dean. castiel. his father. bobby. anyone. but lucifer is the one to speak them to him. lucifer's lips are the ones to deliver the acceptance he has so desperately craved his entire life—and it feels wrong. it poisons the entire thing, leaving a sour taste in his mouth. sam's breath stutters when lucifer's thumb brushes away the tear. the gentleness only makes it worse. he wants to flinch away. he wants to lean into it.

both impulses war so violently inside his chest that he feels nauseous.

the archangel's hands on his face feel like home and hell at the same time.

safe, in the most horrifying way possible. sam hates how his body relaxes under that touch, how something deep in his chest aches to believe the words. you're not doomed to anything. a broken sound escapes him. half-laugh, half-sob. his fingers stay locked around lucifer's wrists, nails still digging in like he's terrified if he lets go he'll fall apart completely. “ you say that, ” sam whispers, voice cracking. “ but you're the one who made sure i am doomed. you put this... thing inside me. you poisoned me before i even took my first breath. ”

his eyes squeeze shut again as fresh tears slip free. he never, ever, stood a chance. his destiny had been written for him before he was even born. he was doomed. how could lucifer say he wasn't? he can feel lucifer's thumbs stroking his cheekbones, so careful, so loving in their own twisted way, and it makes his stomach twist. part of him wants to scream. another part sants to press closer and let those cold hands erase everything else. he forces his eyes open again, meeting lucifer's.

“ you're just... keeping me. like i'm something you own. it isn't because you believe in me. because you refuse to give up on me. it's because i am the only thing in this world that can hold all of your... rotten light. because i am just as rotten as you. ” his grip tightens on lucifer's wrists, knuckles white. “ and you know what the worst part is? ” he lets out a bitter laugh. “ sometimes i want you to. sometimes i'm so tired of fighting that i just want to let you have me. ”

sam's breath hitches sharply. he's shaking now, the tremors running through his broad frame as he stares at the being wearing his father's face, his brother's face, and something far worse. “ i don't know how to be me without you anymore, ” he confesses, barely audible. “ you took that from me. and you stand here acting like you're the only one who won't abandon me... when you're the reason everyone else is gone. ”

another bitter, wet laugh escapes him as more tears fall.

“ who's going to protect me from you? ”