[worldraged]

I haven’t had a lot of muse lately so like this if you wanna do somethin small or hmu if you want my discord, I’m more active over there.

[worldraged]

Hit that heart for a starter ya’ll - especially new followers. I see you cuties.

[roseofrph]

ok but a plot where muse a is the leader/part of this really dangerous and famous gang and almost everyone knows who muse a is, the horrible things they have done, how skilled they are at whatever weapon they like the most, how they have no mercy and will either kill you in matters of seconds or torture you until you’re begging for death. they’re cold, they’re calculating, rumor has it they lack a heart and soul,, but then, THEN, there’s muse b; pure, innocent, maybe shy and awkward ( or not, up to u?? ) personality is cute as fuck, a marshmallow that needs to be protected, and well, muse a really wants to protect them in the moment their eyes land on muse b, even if they don’t know them at all because ‘dude they look so fucking fragile someone is going to hurt them wtf the fuck’. and one day, after days ( or weeks ) of muse a admiring muse b from afar they decide to approach them someway somehow, and poor muse b is clueless abt who muse a really is at first. this could be so angsty and fluffy and just !!!!! i Want

[dxywalker-a]

PSA ~ OOC under the cut

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[worldraged]

♥ hephaestus ♥·:

    Hephaestus nearly shys from her touch resisting pulling his hand away.  He just remains still letting the only sound of the room, which is his forge, be the only thing he hears after she’s done speaking.  It was a lovely bow if he said so himself.  He never crafted anything less than what he knew he was capable doing.  Everything he made was top quality and perhaps it was his fault in a way the reason the pantheon somewhat used him like they did.  Don’t get Hephaestus and his inner thoughts wrong      he was positive the lot of them genuinely cared for him but he was so smothered in the thought he was just a tool for them.

   He drew another breath;  this time it was steady and slow, which he watched her abruptly pull away.   He  felt a warmth in her words as she explained he could be a master of anything.  ❛ That may be, Aphrodite, but I’ve no desire to learn any of that magic the others are capable of. ❜  he answered, silently appreciating her encouragement and compliment.  He suddenly dropped his gaze from the goddess at the mention of the other and shook his head.

   ❛ I don’t think I am nor will I ever be more clever than her.  Need I remind you of Helen of Troy?  I don’t think Athena would take kindly to the same situation though with her instead.  I dare not already face anymore of her anger or ridicule if you don’t mind. ❜  Hephaestus can barely hear his voice as he speaks about Athena.  He’s unsure if he’s speaking loud enough, too quietly, or too rudely.

“You mean like the magic that I’m capable of?” She asks, arching a brow as she looks back at him. The forge is warm, a nice respite from the cold gripping the mortal world at the moment. She lifts on hand in front of her face, wiggling her fingers slightly, watching as rose gold glitter shimmers in the air around her hand then disappears. “It’s not all bad, Hephaestus,” his name is like warm honey from her lips, “you can do a lot of good with magic.” She turns back to face him, perching herself on a stool near his bench, leaning forward, resting her elbows on the bench and propping her chin up on her hands. She rolls her eyes at his mention of Helen, “that’s not fair, that wasn’t all my fault! It’s not my fault that Paris was an idiot.” She’s teasing him, her tone light and gentle, but her smile fades slightly at the thought of him facing Athena’s anger. Aphrodite knew personally how cruel Athena could be sometimes. She reaches across, gentle fingers brushing against his knuckles, “she can certainly be mean sometimes that one,” she murmurs, “but you needn’t worry, she won’t hear anything from me.” Her gaze journeys around his workshop for a moment, “are you working on anything else at the moment besides the bow? I know the others do their best to keep you terribly busy.”

[worldraged]

♢ cressida ♢·:

❛ 𝐈 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄! ❜    excitement  vibrated  in  her  voice,  as  she  rocked  up  &  down  on  her  heels.  Cressida  had  been  at  the  countess’s  palace  for  two  weeks  now,  adjusting  to  that  new  type  of  life  that  was  so  different  from  the  one  she  had  led  so  far.  She  had  already  found  plenty  of  secret  rooms  &  tunnels,  &  yet  she  still  BEAMED  everytime  she  discovered  something  new.  A  bright,  wide  smile  formed  on  her  lips,  hand  extending  towards  the  other.   ❛ —-  Do  you  want  to  explore  it  with  me? ❜

@worldraged·        /        SC.

Calypso arches a brow, her lips quirking into a bemused smile at the young woman. Of course, the witch had very close relations with the Countess, Nadia. They did share a patron after all. Her own presence around the palace was something that had become normal. This young magician however, her presence was new and energetic. Calypso could hardly keep up sometimes. A soft laugh escaped her lips and she reached out to take the other’s hand, “you must slow down, Cressida, what will you do after you discover all the palace’s secrets? I’m afraid you’ll grow bored!”

[dxywalker-a]

Just a lil PSA, I’m sorry I’ve been so absent, I’ve got some things going on irl at the moment as well as the fact that I’ve just finished uni and have started into work. Replies are on their way but it will be a slow process. 

xoxo - Mun

[vhsmeme]

* soft angst starters

‘ stay with me tonight? ’

‘ don’t talk. save your strength. ’

‘ hey, i’ve got you. it’s okay. ’

‘ i’ll be right here. don’t worry. ’

‘ i think we’re done. ’

‘ hold my hand. ’

‘ it’s all been a lie, hasn’t it? ’

‘ we’re out of time. ’

‘ you’ll always be a friend. ’

‘ just hold me. ’

‘ i have to leave you behind. i’m sorry. ’

‘ don’t do that. it’ll only hurt. ’

‘ go on, cry. ’

‘ keep your eyes open. ’

‘ can i hug you? ’

‘ i trusted you. ’

‘ do you remember? ’

‘ i loved you. ’ 

[worldraged]

♤ troilus ♤·:

❛𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  anything  nor  anyone. ❜    he  gritted  those  words  through  his  teeth  &  under  his  breath.  The  situation  was  beyond  understanding,  at  least  to  him:  being  thrown  away  from  a  shop  for  using  magic.  &  to  just  fetch  an  item  from  a  high  shelf!  Troilus  found  it  UNNERVING  when  people  wanted  to  impose  their  rules,  their  ethics  on  him.  Sure,  laws  were  to  be  followed,  but  he  had  his  own  mind,  his  own  behaviour…  &  to  not  use  magic  for  a  simple  task  that  hurted  nobody,  that  would  had  seemed  too  prohibitive  even  to  those  who  didn’t  practise  any  sort  of  spell.   ❛ That  man  has  NO  IDEA  who  he’s  put  himself  against  to. ❜

@worldraged·        /        SC.

“Easy now, Troilus” she murmurs, her voice smooth and only meant for him, her slim hand raises to hover just over his chest, fingers grazing the material there, “believe me, I know all about not wanting to fall in line.” Her dark eyes flick upwards to meet his, framed by her striking turquoise shadow. The young magician knows all about wanting to bend the rules, wanting to follow her own moral code if it killed her. But she also knows that one needs friends to survive in a city like this. “He’s just a shopkeep, he has a young family,” the shopkeep in interest glances at them as she guides the man away from the front door, “he’s not worth making an enemy out of.”

[ohboyfelix]

apparently you're supposed to present as "feminine" or "masculine" well i'm presenting as a "fucking idiot"

[worldraged]

♢ dr devorak ♢·:

@worldraged·  asked:    “ BLOOD! (for any of your Arcana muses from Calypso or Nimue)  “        /        halloween - ish  prompts        /        closed

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  hundreds  of  bees,  hitting  him  all  together.  The  mark  at  his  throat  took  a  while,  before  finally  activating.  Soon,  the  wound  was  to  be  gone  &  the  pain  was  going  to  become  a  faint  memory.   ❛ D—-  DON’T  worry  about  me.  I’ll  be  soon  fine. ❜    a  smirk  formed  on  his  lips,  as  he  winked  at  the  other.   ❛ I’m  quite  tough  to  break. ❜

Calypso frowns, her dark lips pouting, not quite believing his words. Her hands stay firmly pressed against the bleeding wound, despite the red painting her fair skin. “Honestly Doctor, you must stop getting yourself into these sort of situations.” She can’t help but roll her eyes at his wink, her lips tugging into a small smile. It’s then that she notices the wound beginning to close beneath her palms, but it’s not her magic doing the work, “what on earth...”

[phantomemes]

starters  /  prompts taken from f. d. soul’s work ,  between you and these bones .  feel free to change pronouns  /  tenses as necessary .

‘  the problem is you keep trying to use your eyes  ’

‘  how i soften when you pull me against you  ’

‘  you are teaching me to love  ’

‘  i will pretend that i have not already heard the question in your eyes  ’

‘  you perhaps will become my swan song  ’

‘  it is a very human thing to love  ’

‘  you are my good days  ’

‘  i have been loved dearly  ’

‘  i promise you will not always be this war  ’

‘  thank god for the stubbornness of organs  ’

‘  it takes me seven days to stop being in love with you  ’

‘  there will always be another day  ’

‘  there will always be another mercy  ’

‘  perhaps i will take up dancing again  ’

‘  what a pretty little disaster you will be  ’

‘  i am terrified for you  ’

‘  i will fold inside of myself  ’

‘  today i am thankful  ’

‘  i didn’t want to sleep because i didn’t want to wake  ’

‘  come and get me  ’

‘  i tell myself i do not need you  ’

‘  i think i broke again last night  ’

‘  i’m just trying to connect with you  ’

‘  you are an ocean that will perhaps never stop crashing  ’

‘  burn the house down in search of yourself  ’

‘  don’t you dare ever stop looking  ’

‘  i struggle not to feel guilty  ’

‘  you are a wild  ,  unkempt thing  ’

‘  sometimes it is a very sad thing to be human and longing  ’

‘  find that you are made of russian nesting dolls  ’

‘  the trees are always kindest with spring comes  ’

‘  teach yourself the hymns again  ’

‘  he is every amen i have ever laid down on lips  ’

‘  this life is an altar  ’

‘  i am sorry i do not have more time  ’

‘  there is a mountain in me  ’

‘  by the morning i am a triumph  ’

‘  there are words playing hooky in the back of your throat  ’

‘  today is by far the most beautiful creature i have ever come across  ’

‘  there are many things that will fit beneath your skin  ’

‘  forgiveness does not take up much room  ’

‘  some days you will breathe and it will be enough  ’

‘  you do not have to hold it quite so tightly  ’

‘  there is a prayer in me  ,  still  ’

‘  you scare me a little  ’

‘  you can be a good thing and not a whole thing  ’

‘  there are flowers in my chest again  ’

‘  the rain comes and sounds like you  ’

‘  i cannot tell you why i still trust god  ’

‘  find peace and build a home out of it  ’

‘  there is never an end  ’

[worldraged]

♕ husband ♕·:

                  𝖔𝖓𝖊   𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖘   𝖍𝖎𝖘   𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘   𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓   𝖍𝖊   𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖘   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖘𝖔𝖋𝖙   𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍   𝖔𝖋   𝖍𝖊𝖗   𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉   𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓   𝖍𝖎𝖘   𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖗 ,  if  he  could  only  prove  to  her  how  much  this  made  him  feel  alive                    how  easy  it  was  for  the  got  to  just  stand  there  and  drow  himself  in  her  warmth,  in  her  light.  and  yet  all  he  knew  was  that  she  soon  would  leave  again,  soon  he  would  not  be  able  to  feel  that  warmth,  to  drow  in  that  touch.              ❝   i  would  do  anything  for  you  my  love,  i  would  take  you  anywhere  i  knew  no  one  could  ever  find  us   …   ❞             if  it  meant  he  would  have  her  to  himself  and  that  they  would  live  without  the  need  to  explain  their  love  anymore,  gladly  he  would  run  away  with  her.               ❝   i  will  do  whatever  you  wish  of  me,  i  will  go  up  and  speak  with  your  mother   …   ❞             even  if  they  don’t  listen  hades  would  try                     hades  would  fight.

She smiles sadly and shakes her head, her gaze turning to the ground. “I know you would, which is why I can’t ask it of you,” a heavy sigh leaves her lips, “I have responsibilities on the surface...that’s what they’ll say. I have a duty, a job to do just like everyone else.” Persephone steps away from her husband to lie upon their bed, her dark hair spilling out beneath her. She seems to think for a moment before her gaze turns steely, “I won’t do it, not anymore. I’m staying here, and when my mother comes to find me I will simply tell her the truth; that I’d rather be queen down here then a spring goddess up there.” She looks over at him, gesturing for him to join her on the bed, “what do you think, my love?”

[worldraged]

“You don’t visit enough, ma chéri,” she rises from the sofa to greet her daughter, her movements languid. Lips twist into a smile, she gently takes her daughter’s chin in her hand, looking her over for any signs of mischief. “I hope you haven’t been getting into too much trouble...” Aphrodite only holds her daughter’s chin for a moment longer before pulling her into a warm embrace, “I have missed you, Eros.”

@aroes​ liked for a lil somethin

[roseofrph]

ok but a plot where muse a is the leader/part of this really dangerous and famous gang and almost everyone knows who muse a is, the horrible things they have done, how skilled they are at whatever weapon they like the most, how they have no mercy and will either kill you in matters of seconds or torture you until you’re begging for death. they’re cold, they’re calculating, rumor has it they lack a heart and soul,, but then, THEN, there’s muse b; pure, innocent, maybe shy and awkward ( or not, up to u?? ) personality is cute as fuck, a marshmallow that needs to be protected, and well, muse a really wants to protect them in the moment their eyes land on muse b, even if they don’t know them at all because ‘dude they look so fucking fragile someone is going to hurt them wtf the fuck’. and one day, after days ( or weeks ) of muse a admiring muse b from afar they decide to approach them someway somehow, and poor muse b is clueless abt who muse a really is at first. this could be so angsty and fluffy and just !!!!! i Want

[raelynnnix]

China Anne McClain as Uma in the Descendants 3 Teaser Trailer

[fuckyeahwomenfilmdirectors]

The Love Witch dir. Anna Biller (2016)