* RAGE / RUIN

indie god of war based enyo of greek mythology. slow reply & mutual exclusive. written by myka.

[classic-starters]

IMPERIAL ASKS / WRITING EXERCISES

commodus - what is your muse’s weapon of choice?

nero - what is your muse’s favourite work of art? ( any art: written, dance, music, sculpture, etc. )

tiberius - does your muse believe in any superstitions?

hannibal - what is a seemingly random memory your muse carries from childhood / youth?

k'inich janaab’ pakal - write about a time your muse was afraid of themselves.

constantine - what are your muse’s bad religious / moral habits?

qin shi huang - when your muse daydreams, where does their mind go?

cyrus - describe your muse’s ideal afternoon.

ivan the terrible - if your muse had a title ( like “the terrible” ) what would it be?

xerxes - what film soundtrack best describes your muse?

wu zetian - everyone feels like they should have been born in a different era, whether it is in the past or future. where on the timeline does your muse feel like they would have fit in better?

ptolemy - how does your muse feel about change?

genghis khan - does your muse consider themself a good person? how does this alter from reality?

michael viii palaiologos - does your muse believe that love is a feeling or a choice?

napoleon bonaparte - write an aesthetic paragraph / prose from your muse’s point of view, using first person and all.

[warhorror-blog]

“ They will obey their appetites no matter what we do. “

   christa wolf’s “cassandra” starter    |    @thunnde

from  the  blade  of  her  sword,  blood  dripped  –  blue  and  viscous  –  to  stain  the  battlefield.  that  day  had  sought  fit  to  deliver  her  to  glorious  battle,  her  own  hunger  for  violence  well  sated  on  the  encroaching  hoard.  the  creatures,  frenzied  in  their  desire  to  overtake  the  small  band  of  warriors  that  stood  before  them,  seemed  to  have  no  fear  of  death;  leaping  into  the  fray  despite  the  bodies  of  their  fallen  brethren  littering  the  field.

sword  arcing  through  the  air  to  splay  open  another  of  the  creatures,  enyo  let  out  a  barking  laugh  at  her  companions  words.  no,  he  was  quite  right.  these  creatures  were  ruled  only  by  their  desire  to  tear  them  apart,  piece  by  piece.  from  her  perspective,  the  end  would  only  come  once  one  side  was  declared  victorious,  the  other  dead  at  their  feet.  ❛  if  only  there  had  been  someone  to  dissuade  you  engaging  an  unknown  species.  ❜  admittedly  the  asgardian  royal  would  have  had  no  idea  of  the  swarm  that  lay  waiting,  hidden  in  unseen  mines  of  the  mountains,  but  the  point  still  stood  that  she  had  warned  him  not  to  take  up  arms  before  they  had  a  chance  to  understand  this  new  foe. 

with  seemingly  no  end  in  sight,  even  enyo  was  forced  to  acknowledge  her  own  growing  fatigue,  as  well  as  the  numerous  abrasions  she  had  received  from  deadly  talons.  ichor  singing  to  return  to  the  chaos  and  unleash  her  darker  impulses,  she  shot  a  grin  at  her  ally.  the  expression  made  ferocious  by  bared  teeth  and  a  look  of  wild  determination  in  her  eye.  ❛  shall  we  end  this ?  victory  or  valhalla ?  ❜  if  there  truly  was  an  after  for  those  such  as  her,  enyo  would  not  mind  an  eternity  in  the  halls  asgardians  spoke  of.

[warhorror-blog]

it's  probably  important  to  note,  enyo  has  antisocial  personality  disorder.  aka  she's  a  sociopath. 

she  is  incapable  of  love,  the  closest  she  comes  is  an  affection  for  her  sister  and  ares.  and  while  she  can  form  bonds  with  others,  it's  rare,  and  the  most  she  usually  feels  is  an  acceptance  or  sometimes  amusement  at  their  existing  in  the  same  space  as  her.  others  it  ranges  from  complete  apathy  to  annoyance.

enyo  does  feel  varying  respect  for  those  who  fight,  regardless  of  their  actual  strength.  it's  more  the  warriors  spirit  she  looks  at.

those  she  does  form  a  connection  with,  more  often  than  not,  the  relationships  are  somewhat  toxic  as  she's  unaware  of  how  they  are  supposed  to  form.

extremely  prone  to  violent  outbursts.  while  normally  her  demeanour  could  be  described  as  apathetic  and  cold,  her  rage  can  manifest  at  even  small  provocations.  these  outbursts  can  be  expressed  as  physical  violence,  or  emotional.  after  them,  she  is  incapable  of  feeling  any  remorse  for  her  actions. 

she  is  also  reckless,  not  only  with  the  safety  and  wellbeing  of  others,  but  with  herself.  willing  to  jump  into  dangerous  situations  even  to  her  own  detriment  should  the  impulse  arise.

enyo  does  do  whatever  she  needs  to  further  her  own  agenda.  lies,  steals,  kills.  again  with  no  guilt  manifesting for  what  she  does.  luckily  for  others,  she  rarely  has  a  grand  scheme  she  is  trying  to  achieve.  her  whims  are  usually  sporadic.  ordinarily  she  will  coast  through  life  and  only  engage  when  something  grabs  her  interest.

the  laws  of  men  or  even  gods  mean  nothing  to  her.  she  is  out  for  her  own  self-interest.  damn  the  consequences.

she  is  fairly  stuck  in  her  ways,  having  lived  in  this  mindset  for  thousands  of  years.  while  she  is  capable  of  moments  of  empathy,  generally  it  is  only  if  someone  with  good  moral  character  has  been  working  with  her  for  a  while.  even  then  her  regard  for  others  is  very  little.

[beepsbeep-deactivated20190430]

[in-tj]

She was destruction given form and purpose. Hers was an elegant savagery.

Rachel Vincent, Menagerie (via in-tj)

[warhorror-blog]

" there was a time when the dead were sacred . "

   christa wolf’s “cassandra” starter    |    @hefights​ 

❛  and  now  they  are  nothing  more  than  a  hindrance  in  our  way.  do  not  forget  that.  ❜  heartless?  perhaps.  but  there  was  nothing  to  suggest  anything  of  the  person  who  was  remained  after  death.  walkers  were  just  mindless  bags  of  meat  that  meant  as  little  to  enyo  as  an  ant  beneath  her  boot.  the  dead  were  gone,  their  bodies  empty  shells. 

eyeing  the  shadows  moving  outside,  something  akin  to  disgust  ran  through  her.  if  the  time  came,  enyo  would  happily  unload  a  bullet  in  her  brain  rather  than  her  flesh  returning  as  one  of  those  things.  if  the  boy  wanted  to  honour  the  dead,  best  to  do  so  by  remembering  them,  than  by  reminiscing  on  outdated  practices  that  no  longer  had  a  place  in  this  world. 

a  heavy  sigh  as  she  turned  from  the  window,  certain  their  fortifications  would  hold  until  the  walkers  moved  on  to  easier  prey.  ❛  that  out  there,  those  are  just  ghosts.  a  fiction.  we  carry  the  dead  with  us.  if  you  want  to  respect  them,  don't  allow  their  memory  to  die.  ❜

[warhorror-blog]

atlantisking

“   All I want is to take a good rest when I’m tired, let go of bad things that build up in me, and enjoy myself.   “

❛  and  how  often  do  you  find  you  actually  have  time  to  rest.  the  world  will  rarely  give  you  what  you  wish  unless  you  demand  it.  ❜

[warhorror-blog]

      enyo  lookin'  like  a  goddamn  angel  of  death

[zenanax-blog]

𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕒 𝕨𝕠𝕝𝕗'𝕤 "𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕒" 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤

» Welcome to change pronouns as needed. || Mix of fluffy, angsty, NSFW, etc. «

“ I have belonged completely to no one. “

“ I have even understood their hatred for me. “

“ I am testing for pain. “

“ I left the terror behind for a long time. “

“ In the past, it was love I had to conquer; now, fear. “

“ All men are self-centered children. “

“ War gives its people their shape. “

“ She loves the indomitable ones. “

“ Fear is weakness and weakness can be amended by iron discipline. “

“ Tears clouded one’s reasoning powers.”

“ It’s not good to be overtired when you die. “

“ How much better it is to have a strong enemy. “

“ What can a leader do against a host of superstitious men? “

“ You are in conflict with yourself. “

“ They will obey their appetites no matter what we do. “

“ Do not let your own people deceive you. “

“ You’re enough to drive one to despair. “

“ No one can win a war waged for a phantom. “

“ There was a time when the dead were sacred. “

“ It would take more than that to make me disown my father. “

“ Let the earth vomit out his ashes. “

“ Anyone who touches me will end up with a knife in him. “

“ He can smell you gloating. “

“ His mouth is laughing, but his forehead is sad. “

“ I chose captivity and death rather than him. “

“ Our self-confidence was founded on the veneration of dead heroes. “

“ You did not know what that kind of fear was. “

“ Everything it gives rise to falls on the head of those who caused it. “

“ Nothing is sweeter than death. “

“ She does not see the world as it is. “

“ Not everyone can retrace his steps once he has been degraded to an animal. “

[satirizing]

[warhorror-blog]

IMPORTANT  TO  NOTE  :  enyo  always  has  blood  on  her  somewhere  and  most  of  the  time  it's  not  hers.  on  her  knuckles,  around  her  mouth,  splattered  on  her  face.  there's  always  some.  occasionally  she's  just  dripping  in  it,  in  which  case  ...  run.

[warhorror-blog]

as  far  as  it  comes  to  a  dc  verse (pre-52),  enyo's  relationship  with  ares  is  a  bit  different.  while  the  idea  of  an  eternal  war  does  hold  a  lot  of  appeal  to  her,  she  does  not  want  to  see  humanity  wiped  out  entirely  as  they  amuse  her.  she  also  has  a  lot  of  respect  for  the  amazonian  women  and  their  culture.  basically  she's  does  not  lend  constant  aid  to  either  camp.  sometimes  she  will  fight  by  ares  side  raining  down  death,  others  she  will  fight  with  heroes  to  drive  his  forces  back.  honestly  it  depends  on  her  mood.  the  woman  loves  a  good  fight.

[warhorror-blog]

OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.

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APHRODITE:     laughter-loving.  sweet smiles.  dressed  in  silk  and satin. flower in their hair.  sees  the  world  as  a  runway.    unapologetically  sexual.    the  sea  washing  their ankles. in love with love. stirrer  of  passion.  cunning  concealed  by  painted  lips.   secret daggers.  doves.    revolution in their kiss.    delighting  in  the  waves.   flirtatious winks.   strolling along  the  beach.    staring  wistfully  from  a  balcony.   this  is  how  to  be  a heartbreaker.   wants to be adored.  gets  turned  on  by  danger.

APOLLO:       glitz  and  glamour.   art  galleries.   turning  the  volume  up.    being  made  of gold.     neatly-organized  music  sheets.    notebooks  filled  with  poetry.    bathing  in  the sunlight.   the  powerful  urge  to  create.   collecting  vinyl  records.    beautiful  cover  of wonderwall.     playing  multiple  instruments.   tasting  like  sunshine.  healing  touch. speaking  in  prophecies.   smile  mingled  with  wrath.   shunning  lies.   sporting  shades. hanging  out  at  music  festivals  with  their  friends.   sleeps  naked.  arrow  to  the  heart. paint  brushes.  probably  has  a  tinder  account.  

ARES:       armed  for  battle.   wants  to  raise  a  dog  with  their  significant  other.  soft  spot  for  children.     gives  piggyback  rides.    scarred  body.   blood  on  their   hands  and  face.   willing  to  fight  the  world  for  the  ones  they  love.   fights  against  injustice.   warm  hugs.    well-worn  combat  boots.  boxing gloves.   bandages  wrapped  around  bruised  knuckles.  fist   raised  in   protest.   ignites   revolutions.    fear  is  a  prison.     more  sensitive  than  what their  tough  shell  would  have  you  think. exhausted.  damaged  goods.   force  to  be reckoned  with.   red  roses.   curses  under  breath.

ARTEMIS:       keen  sense  of  a  hunter.    freckles  like  constellations  on  their  skin. piercing  eyes.   disheveled  braid.  moonlight  peeking  through  the  shadows.  the  calm  of  the  forest  at  night.   lying  on  the  grass  and  staring  at  the  stars.  mother  doe  and her  fawn.    protecting  their  kin.   the  moon  shimmering  on  a  still  lake.      quiver  full  of arrows  resting  against  the  bark  of  a  tree.    running  with  wolves.  bonding  while  circled around  a  campfire.     not  being  much  of  a  people  person.    arrow  hitting  a  target.  popping  egos.     patience  on  3%.  touches  heaven  and  returns  howling.  

ATHENA:     discerning  gaze.    unreadable  face.   quiet  museums.  owl  perched  on  their finger.     armor  that  intimidates.     eye  for  architecture.     plays  the  sims  for  the  sole purpose  of  building   houses.   studied  the  blade  while  everyone  else  was  busy  getting  laid.    big  fan  of  logic.     loves  brain  teasers.     ancient  buildings.   sweaters  in  neutrals  and cool  colors.    hair  done  up.  can  kill  you  with  their  brain.  heads  to  the  library often  to  research.   sharpened  pencils.   abs  that  can  cut  steel.   stoic  statues.     pottery classes.

DEMETER:      soil-covered  hands.   smile  that  can  bloom  flowers.    skin  loved  by  the  sun.   being  the  mom-friend.  can  lift  you  and  your  friends.   flowers  kept  in  the  pockets  of overalls.    takes  pride  in  their  beautiful  garden.    speaks  to  their  plants.      leaves  rustling in  the  wind.     stalks  of  wheat.     picking  fruit.     greenhouses.  heart  as  strong  as  a  mountain.    values  simplicity.   daisies  dotted  across  a  collarbone. curls  crowned  with  flowers.    folded  pile  of  sweaters  in  warm  hues.  pulling  out  fresh-   baked  bread  out  of  the  oven  and  the  smell  wafting  through  the  air.

DIONYSUS:    drunk  shitposter.    on  their  sixth  glass  of  wine  before  you’ve  even  finished  your  second.   seductive  smirks.  untamed curls.  rich  fabrics  on  dark  skin.      sleek-furred  panthers.    theater  masks.    stage  productions.   receiving  a  standing  ovation.     rose  caught  between  their  teeth.     being  the  baby  of  the  bunch.     wild  parties  that  last  from  sundown  to  sunup. creeping  vines.    inspiring  loyalty.  grand  opera  houses.    masquerade  balls.     rolls  of  film.    shattered  chandeliers  with  broken glass  scattered  across  the  wine-spilled  floor.   pouring  champagne  into  flutes.    lives  for  the   applause.

HEPHAESTUS:   the  calloused  hands  of  someone  who  knows  labor.      sweaty  brow.     flame  burning  in  their  eyes.     inventive  mind.   broad  shoulders.   steampunk  goggles.    nuts  and  bolts  stored  away  in  little  boxes.  ashes.    striking  a  match.    blueprints  for  future  projects.     fixing  up  a  busted  up  car  and  giving  it  cool  upgrades.     wrestles  with  bitterness.    work  boots  have  seen  better  years.    wrinkled  plaid  shirts.  iron  melted  in  blazing  fire.   huge  jackets.   crafting  masterpieces.   greased-    stained  overalls.    fascination  with  robotics.    pain  is  fuel.   stack  of  weaponry.  even   their  muscles  have  muscles.

HERA:       resting  bitch  face.     dressed  to  the  nines.  cows  grazing  on  a  pasture.    cool  rain.  loving  and  hating  fiercely.     hand  clutching  a  string  of  pearls.     large  chandelier  with  glittering  crystals.    plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  killing  off  their  sims.   romance  to  realism.  pictures  of  the  sky  while  flying  on  a  plane.   files  that  under  fuck  it.    downs  glasses  of  wine  as  they  relax  with  a  scented  bubble  bath  and  netflix.   like  their  selfie  or  you’re  grounded.   knows  57  convenient  ways  to  murder  a  man.     dark  eyes  that  penetrate  your  soul.   marble  and  gold.

HERMES:     devil-may-care  smile.   always   up-to-date  on  the  latest  technology.  will  steal  your  french  fries.    does  it  for  the vine.   shitposter.   puts  googly  eyes  on  everything.   meme  hoarder.   long  drives  on  the  highway.  ma  and  pop  diners.   spontaneous  road trips.  folded  maps.   fingers  dancing  across  the  keyboard  of  a  laptop.     shooting  hoops on  the  basketball  court.   chatting  up  strangers  as  you  all  journey  to  your  own destinations.    goes  jogging  in  the  morning.   mixes  redbull  with  coffee.    menace  on  april  fool’s.  hoodies  and  sneakers.  

POSEIDON:     storm  with  skin.   colorful  coral  reefs.    waves  crashing  against  the  shore.   stroking  the  soft  fur  of  a  cat.  their  heart  pounding  as  their  horse’s  gentle  trot  speeds  into  a  gallop.   tousled  locks.  clothes  smeared  with  paint.   owns  several  sketchbooks  yet  always  yearns  to  own  more.    leather  jackets.  fondness  for  diy  projects.   handwriting  that  flows  across  the  page. nimble  fingers  playing  the  strings  of  a  violin.    velvety  singing  voice  that  haunts  dreams.   mood  as   ever-changing  as  the  sea.    the  roar  of  a  motorcycle.     compass  with  a  spinning arrow.

ZEUS:     thunder  in  their  heart.    running  on  coffee.     flash  of  lightning.  natural charisma.  eloquence. badass  in  a  nice  suit.   aficionado  of  history.  force  of  nature.   lenny  face.   nightmare-filled  nights.   proud  arm  around  their   lover’s  waist.  high-rise  buildings.  planes  soaring  through  a  cloudless  sky.    technician  on  the  piano.  maintains  order.   strong  handshake.  juggling  multiple  events  on  their  busy  schedule with  ease.    expensive watch.

[warhorror-blog]

sb: we need a plan

enyo: i have a plan

sb: no murder or mass genocide

enyo: i no longer have a plan

[daeneryskairipa]

4x05 - “The Tinder Box”: Echo

[fugitive-hero]

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[warhorror-blog]

  CONTINUED  !         @giantichor​

      𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐄’𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐌 !          the child  /  the offspring , of a man whom with bare hands tore the pantheon asunder all on his own .     any gods that he had left alive & behind , were merely shells and shadows as their god of gods , king of lightning ‘pon a mountain reaching high into the clouds ,  had been slaughtered by his very own blood .  what atreus didn’t know , was that and that was everything , and everything was vital .          he was the child of a monster .          yet ,   when   the   child   looked   into   the   eyes   of   said   monster   what   he   saw   was   a   father ,         but when he looked into the eyes of a goddess whom had merely lost her all , he saw danger .   he saw home , and he saw foe .

yet despite this gut feeling churning deep inside ,       twisting up his heart beneath a rib cage carved from the mountains of jotunheim ,   his hands delicately trace the feather of one of the arrows she offers him .    his touch soft , barely there , so unlike kratos and more like his mother for   whom   all   her   fire ,   could   be   gentle   as   all   mothers   were .

                                                “  …    who are they …     apollo , artemis ? “

a  child  unaware  of  the  prestige  of  his  lineage,  or  of  the  annihilation  brought  about  by  his  sire.  robbed  of  knowing  his  history.  while  she  had  little  love  for  most  of  the  pantheon ,  oftentimes  they  came  across  more  as  squabbling  children ,  there  were  those  few  for  whom  enyo  held  respect.  the  twins  of  leto  among  that  small  circle.  staring  into  the  eyes  of  the  young  boy ,  there  dwells  nothing  but  contradictions  looking  back  at  her.  child  of  two  worlds ,  the  steady  gaze  of  his  father  yet  only  a  small  spark  of  the  rage  that  burned  the  ghost  of  sparta.  the  potential  for  destruction ,  or  a  chance  to  build  something  new.  the  unknown  fates  laid  out  to  divide  towards  the  light  or  dark  unsettled  the  goddess.

❛  your  kin.  they  share  blood  with  your  ...  father.  ❜ the  title  spat  as  a  curse.  ❛ god  of  archery  and  goddess  of  the  hunt,  amongst  other  things.  their  skills  each  with  a  bow  are  unrivalled.  ❜  and  with  their  blessings ,  so  too  were  those  under  their  patronage.  ❛  it  is  a  fine  weapon  to  remind  you  that  you  have  ties  beyond  this  realm.  ❜