#☤ ・ musings

[houndofhellskitchen]

morrigan: I have beef with one catholic man

kurt wagner: is it me ?

morrigan: no it’s not you-

matt murdock: is it me?

morrigan: . . well it’s not kurt

[drgreysonmd]

When one of the interns rushes into your office to tell you there is a heart-shaped cloud outside, you immediately follow.

I was only disappointed that he meant a comical heart shape and not an anatomically correct heart one 💙☁️

Though Dr. Zayne mentioned it looked more like a broken heart, which then made the nurses sad, so it's still up in the air whether it was a good omen or not 😅

[leighiche]

how are you color coded ?

BLUE CODED blue, a study in wisdom, belief, and knowing when enough is enough. you know yourself best, but you know the way the world works even more. you've been wandering in this world a little too long, and maybe that's the problem. you're a wanderer, a vagabond, an oracle, and a prophet all the same. who are you when the curtain call drops the last encore on you? do you dance behind the scenes for a job well done or are you already planning your next show? take a breather, for a moment. enjoy what you've done, enjoy what you have, enjoy the world that you've been wandering for so long. this world is so much better when you realize that some of it is worth living for.

tagged by: @timerevolt

tagging: @bridgeirton @covrroucer @frser @giftsight @ircnwrought @medicbled @mysticwrit @oakthcrn

[humarise]

Tag drop

[drgreysonmd]

Maybe this is why I don't have the patience for cooking. Med school beat too much of the yeehaw out of me.

We respect the God of Science now 🧪🤓

[duplicitousdoctor]

tag drop !

[senzume]

tags.

[mochazai]

『☕』 Official Cafe 13 Menu 『☕』

☤𝐿𝓊𝓀𝑒 𝒞𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓃☤

The Problems Of Prophesy (Luke castellan x apollo!reader) [angsty]

When your slight gift of prophesy shows you an ugly future you’re faced with an impossible choice;kill the man you love or watch your world burn. Which will you choose.

Abduction and Obsession (Luke Castellan x Hypnos!reader) [angst,fluff ]

when you're taken by your former lover, he turns into your only lifeline. Soon hate turns to love and you find yourself needing him like air. But will you put your morals aside and join him in his quest? Or will you rebel and stay true to your friends at camp?

🧻 𝒟𝒶𝓏𝒶𝒾 🧻

His Muse (Writer!Dazai x Barista!Reader) [ yandere , fluff {~} , miniseries ]

An aspiring author with a dark past to overwrite, finds himself addicted to a different kind of poison

[houndofhellskitchen]

The Hellhound Comic Series

What would a solo Morrigan Chateau / The Hellhound comic series look like?

- would be a be a 15-20 issue run

- Issue 1-2 would tackle her origin, telling a complete overview of her childhood and introduce the main conflict which would involve Project Angelus and Dogs of Hell.

- the rest of the series would follow Morrigan as she tracked down the remaining members of the CIA run mutant experimentation group Project Angelus and go head to head with the rebuilding Dogs of Hell: New York chapter.

Cameo appearances

- remy lebeau / gambit

- given her home base of Hell’s Kitchen secondary and cameo characters would probably be : Frank Castle/ The Punisher, Matt Murdock / Daredevil, Peter Parker / Spiderman

- with her connection to the X-Men and X-Factor various characters from those comics could also make an appearance

- lastly her team at work would be prominent background characters, allowing her civilian persona to be developed

Themes explored

- death. this would be the biggest one, especially given 1) her profession as a coroner / Chief Medical Examiner and 2) her connection to Morrigan the Celtic goddess of Death and War.

- from fear of dying, being a martyr, to self-sacrifice this series would explore the idea of giving yourself to a cause blindly and the consequences of your actions, even as far as who deserves dignity in death, if we even get to decide that, and who has the power to decide who lives and dies

- found family

- loss and grief, especially with the circumstances surrounding her siblings and her own family, it would only be natural for the reader to see Morrigan’s journey to reach some sort of closure

- religion & paganism, finding your own path of spirituality. raised catholic and possessed by a pagan death goddess, Morrigan forms her own belief system and it’s a big part of her life.

[drgreysonmd]

Welcome to the Akso Cardiology Surgical Clinic and Research Labradory, I'm Dr. Greyson. 🩺🥼

Main Info

•I'm not a real Doctor. I just play one on the ineternet!

•Gimmick Blog acting as Dr. Greyson from the mobile game Love and Deepspace. I own no part of him, (he belongs to Infold PTE, Papergames) and this is just my fan interpretation of said character.

•I do this for fun. You don't have to agree or enjoy this interpretation. Please feel free to block and ignore.

( ‼️ ) PLEASE DO NOT FEED THESE WRITINGS INTO AN AI BOT/GENERATOR.

RULES

•Mod is over 21, and will accept NSFW and suggestive content. However, mod prefers a little ~wine and dine~ (some rp) first, though it isn't required.

•Outright harassment/hate will be blocked/deleted. Requests for change or improvement will always be accepted and listened to so long as they're cordial :)

•Please be respectful and kind of mod's time. They have other stuff going, particularly on Saturdays. Asks will be answered as soon as they are available!

•Remember to introduce yourself to Dr Greyson if playing an OC! If RPing as the game's MC, please do so with canon in mind so mod can follow along and keep things smooth for you.

•Anons are welcome! To keep things tidy, please feel free to tag your asks with an emoji. List of taken emoji can be found below

[ 🏞 ❄️🌷🐸 🪐 🪭]

General

•Will RP with OCs

•Will RP with Canon characters

•Will RP queer and straight romantic/NSFW (mod is queer). Mod headcanons Greyson as bisexual.

•Will RP with multiple ships; non-exclusionary.

•Ask tagging: #🧸Greyson's appointments, Akso General Asks ☤, and #Answers ☤

•RP tags: #The doctor is in ☤, Akso Tea Time 🫗, Akso Staff Shenanigans ☤

•Other tags: Akso Arts and Crafts ☤, The doctor is out ☤, Grey Matter; Muse Mind ☤, Q: in surgery

•MC portrayals will be tagged: #My favorite Patient (your nickname/emoji)

Character Info

Since Infold in their infinite rudeness decided not to gift him with a face, Greyson's physical appearance is a product of the mod's obsession (and the art of @dawnbreakersgaze )

•Appearance- Light skin, with soft, light blue eyes, wavy auburn brown hair in a medium but neat cut, medium build (more broad shouldered than muscled). 6' even. Age mid 30s

•Occupation/Locations: you're most likely to find Dr. Greyson in his office in the Cardiology department at Linkon's Akso Hospital, but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy frequenting other special places around the city like the local bookstores, the zoo, the aquarium, and the art galleries. He's a man of many interests, if you care to find them out.

•Established relationships: Dr. Zayne is his closest colleague, but he's very tight-knit with most of the Akso staff. Yvonne and he especially enjoy sharing the gossip about a particular Miss Hunter when she pays them a visit.

Other LnDS RP Blogs to Visit:

There are so many wonderful RP blogs around tumblr, why don't you check a few of them out?

❤️‍🩹Mc: @aethercodeevol

☃️Zayne: @zayne-snowman

💐Jeremiah: @jeremiahofphilo

🖼Thomas: @thomasicism

💉Yvonne: @yvonnesrespite

🔮Tara: @taraandtarot

🖥 Nero: @wandererenthusiast1

🗑Astra: @sasstras-gaze

🐦‍⬛The Crow: @just-a-normal-crow

[leighiche]

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[fereldensheroesa]

@fatesown asked:

☤: Blood Magic - for helena!

Muse Opinions (Dragon Age)

Helena's views on blood magic are complicated. She would never use it, herself. She will tolerate it, if it's being used responsibility. She's seen it used for far more bad than good and is incredibly wary of it.

[flowers-that-sing]

"baby, if it feels good, then it can't be bad"

(a post s3 steve harrington songfic based on Gibson Girl by Ethel Cain)

TWs// sexual content, dubious consent to put it lightly but it's more implied to be sexual assault, past csa, grooming, it's not super detailed (the csa much less so, and told through memories where steve doesn't even exactly know what's happening), but like. you know. it's pretty bad. referenced physical abuse. referenced past incestual sexual abuse. alcohol consumption, smoking. lightly implied drugging.

also, disclaimer: this is all told through steve's eyes—the way he sees things is very warped, his relationship with sex is unhealthy to say the least, and just because he's saying he feels good does not mean that anything that happens in this is good. it isn't. nothing about this is good or healthy at all.

She approached him in the dark behind the bar, where Steve was half-considering lighting up in spite of his promise of quitting to Robin. He had drank enough that it didn't seem to matter. She had leather pants on, and sunglasses, despite the dark. 

"Corey Hart fan?" he asked lightly. She didn't bother to answer. 

"Just saw you leave the bar. I'm glad you stuck around."

Steve didn't recognize her, and she didn't seem to recognize him either. She was dragging her eyes across his body, and Steve was suddenly all-too conscious of his scars on display, his sweat-melted hair wax. 

He was sick of it, he was sick of feeling ugly, and this girl had desire in her eyes. Steve was craving desire. 

And he was craving thrill. His thoughts had been rapid all week, his body more fidgety, his stomach constantly filled with bees and his energy so high he hadn't needed more than a couple hours of sleep a night. He had so much time in every day, but nothing to fill it with besides the monotony of work, and he needed adrenaline. There weren't any monsters to fight now, and there weren't any basketball games to play since high school, and he needed the feeling. The melting, excruciating, nauseating excitement, racing heart, the feeling of something about to happen, the fear, the risk. 

"You came alone to me—from however far away," he mused, lighting his cigarette, delicately placing it between his lips, exhaling into her face. 

"How'd you know?" she asked with a grin. 

You're all the same. 

Steve shrugged. "Lucky guess." 

She stepped in, so he could feel her breath on his face. "You gonna buy me a drink?" 

Steve put the cig out on his thigh. He didn't feel the burn. "I was just about to ask." 

If I'm still walking straight, I need another drink anyway. 

They went inside together, sat back at the bar. Steve opened a new tab. 

By the time he had a glass of whiskey in his hand, she had a hand on his thigh. She didn't even pretend to drink the vodka she'd ordered, and he was still downing his last gulp of whiskey when she pushed it into his hand with a little half-smile. He drank it. 

The lights were bleeding all over him. 

He felt a hand in his back pocket, and when he looked up, she was pulling cash out of his wallet. 

You wanna love me right now? 

"You wanna get alone with me?" Steve asked. Her eyes were bright, and she nodded, pulling him to his feet and all but dragging him out of the bar. He wasn't exactly sure when he'd gotten there, but he was in the trunk of a car, the backseats folded down to make room. "You wanna get my clothes off and hurt me?" 

He hadn't meant to say 'hurt.' But she just laughed and grinned, and ripped his clothes off.

☤

"Baby, if it feels good, then it can't be bad," Lynn says. Steve's eight now, beginning to question if it was wrong. He's remembering his Sunday school teacher talking about how nakedness was wrong, or something. And a new word, he doesn't know what it means. 'Chastity.' 

Lynn's touching him, she says it's to make him feel good. He doesn't really know how he feels. It reminds him a little of his grandfather, but Lynn's a woman, and she's not family, so it's different. It's better. If he closes his eyes and lets himself sink into it, he likes it. Is he supposed to like it? Lynn says he's supposed to like it. 

He tells her he does, and opens his eyes when she's done, and she's smiling. She promises him a new teddy bear. But for right now, it's his turn to make her feel good.

☤

Steve likes to think he's a good person now, but he knows he's still a whore, and he can't deny the high that comes with being immoral in a stranger's lap. He's kissing over her chest and grinding down onto her leather pants, and she's digging her nails into his back. He still doesn't even know her name. She doesn't know his. Maybe it's better that way. 

She hasn't taken off more than her shirt still, but he's fully naked. It's dark, the only light coming from a dim greenish streetlamp outside the car, and he thinks maybe she can't see his scars, but she's running her hands over the scar on his chest, from where the Russian guards had cut him open. She looks at it with something he can't quite decipher. It almost looks like fascination, but he knows that isn't it. Her eyes are wide, her pupils dilated. 

Ah. Desire. 

"You know, I was serious about hurting me. You wanna add some more?" 

☤

"I'm in love with your body. That's why I'm fucking it up." Steve listens to Lynn's voice from where she sits on the back of his legs. He is on his stomach, face turned to the side so he can breathe. He can’t see her. He sees his disorientingly patterned wall. He smells rosewater and orange zest, and his head feels fuzzy. Something hurts. Everything hurts. He doesn’t think about it too much. He just focuses on the warmth, the heat from the points of contact between him and his babysitter, the sweat in the backs of his knees, on his upper lip. The bedsheets are damp. It’s itchy. 

☤

Steve tasted his own blood on her teeth as she bit his upper lip. He was starting to see colors in the spaces where she'd been after she moved. And then his face was between her thighs, and when had her pants even come off at all? His heart was racing, exactly like he'd wanted, and his body was wracked with tremors. He listened to the music coming from her lips, the moans rising from her chest, and his heart leapt. I did that. I'm making her feel good. 

His arms felt a bit numb as he reached up to rub his thumbs into her hips. She was panting hard, and he was giddy. 

"Oh, fuck—you really are special, baby," she hissed. 

Steve's eyes widened, watered, and he whimpered against her. 

I'm special. She said I'm special. 

Steve was going to ride this high for at least a week. He was desirable, wanted, special. He basked in her attention, even if he knew he wouldn't see her again after tonight. 

He felt like he was being shown something he could never have. Something he'd searched for all his life. For a second, he could pretend it was love. Love for his brain and his scars and his body. Him taking all of her attention and giving back anything she wanted in return. Just to feel special. He'd do anything. 

Because that's what love was, right? Love, want, attention, specialness, was just tied to sex. Maybe his parents didn't love him since they couldn't fuck him. His grandfather loved him, his babysitter loved him, and for one night at a time, anyone could love him. And growing up, it was the only way he was really touched, with affection, at least. In ways other than a beating. 

He knew that wasn't right, because him and Robin loved each other. He loved the kids—never in that way, ever, and he still loved them. It was a different kind of love. But then, it was another different kind he was looking for, anyway. Maybe he was ungrateful. But he was hungry for attention, for someone to call him special, to want him around, he was starving for it. 

His thoughts weren't making much sense anymore. 

She was holding him in her lap, his boxers were back on, he was resting his head on her shoulder. He assumed she'd finished at some point, he didn't remember, and he knew he hadn't, but he hadn't really wanted to anyway. 

He was drooling, and he couldn't stop himself, and he couldn't see much, but her body was warm. He crawled closer, squirmed in tighter. It felt good to be held. He felt good. 

He woke up almost naked on the sidewalk in the sun with drool pooling at his chin and the rest of his clothes on a pile next to him. 

[dimensionalspades]

DIMENSIONALSPADES ;; a selective indie multimuse featuring Dr. Julian Bashir of Star Trek: Deep space 9, as well as a variety of muses from video games and sci fi media. ☤ about ☤ rules ☤ muses ☤ interest tracker ☤

[infernal-feminae]

apologies in advance for the wall, but you have a LOT of muses i would love to interact with so here we gO

alastor with charlie, vagatha, niffty, summer, carmilla, emily, rosie, millie, miss mayberry, agent two, celia, emberlynn, lenore, phoenix, novocaine, & lilith:

✭ friends to lovers ✦ enemies to lovers (for vagatha) ❖ platonic (for anyone you aren't feeling a romantic connection with) ☢ slowburn ➤ love at first sight π partners in crime (for niffty, rosie, millie, miss mayberry (?), agent two, novocaine (?)) ☁ one muse saves the other’s life ❆ our muses get shut in due to a storm ☤ one muse having to patch the other up ⎔ one muse asking the other to stay the night ϟ our muses work together ⌲ one muse is supposed to kill/hurt the other but falls for them instead ✖ our muses work together and there’s a lot of tension and maybe we do the only one bed plot idk ✿ innocent muse/morally grey dangerous muse (for emily)

lucifer with charlie, vagatha, niffty, emily, agent two, emberlynn, & lilith:

✭ friends to lovers (for lilith, agent two, & emberlynn) ❖ platonic (for charlie, vagatha, emily, & niffty) ☢ slowburn (for lilith, agent two, & emberlynn) ➤ love at first sight (for lilith, agent two, & emberlynn) π partners in crime ☁ one muse saves the other’s life ❆ our muses get shut in due to a storm ☤ one muse having to patch the other up ⎔ one muse asking the other to stay the night ϟ our muses work together ⌲ one muse is supposed to kill/hurt the other but falls for them instead (for agent two) ✖ our muses work together and there’s a lot of tension and maybe we do the only one bed plot idk

i COULD add more, but i think that's enough to mull over for now, LMAO <3

SEND ME A SYMBOL(S) FOR WHAT YOU’RE INTERESTED IN

YES!!! YES TO LITERALLY ALL OF THIS!!! Especially Vagatha and Alastor haha

But seriously, I'm am so down to interact with you Al and Luci with my muses you listed!

[rooksgambits]

☤: Blood Magic

send a thing for my muse's opinion on it.

        “has its uses, under certain circumstances. but i have often seen it abused and used to torture my kin. many times.” she stares off for a long moment, seemingly lost in thought. or perhaps a memory. then she blinks, comes back to herself. “it's not a path i'd have chosen for myself.” and that is the truth.

ooc.        amrita's feelings on blood magic are...ambivalent, to say the least. she has knowledge of blood magic herself because she had to learn to keep up appearances while apprenticed to magister aurelius. she is also not above using it if she feels she must. overall, she thinks the magic itself is morally neutral, as all magics are to her. but she also sees and acknowledges it as dangerous because again, all magic is dangerous. none of it is truly or wholly safe. even healing magic can go wrong if you don't know how to use it properly. bones and tissue can mend incorrectly and require re-breaking to fix. blood magic is not inherently more dangerous or evil because it draws power from life force and manipulates the body. for amrita, it's all in how you use it. however, she probably would not have chosen to learn blood magic if she'd had the option not to, simply because of how often she's seen it used in evil ways by the magisters of minrathous.