#i know black is techincally a 'shade'

[rodneymckays]

tagged by the witty @the-arya-silvertongue (aka @atlantis-scribe), whose posts are the inspiration to countless of my gifsets, and whose ideas & eloquence never fail to get me thinking and thinking deeper. not to mention, i owe them everything for those atlantis themed rec lists, which helped seduce me back into the arms of the show.

Favorite Colour: black :)

Currently Reading: the plague dogs by richard adams because i love stories about enduring friendship & loyalty but also mostly because i like to feel sad

since we all know what i'm about, in terms of fic, i've been on a bit of a generation kill kick recently, and i've started reading arbitrarily's catalogue, including cosmic hero which i'm obsessed with. if ur into stories that use scifi elements to explore character and relationships, multiverse theories and banter, this fic is for u

Last Song: various methods of escape -- nine inch nails :)

Last Series: finishing up a rewatch of generation kill for some gif-speration! next up on my watch list is person of interest, 'cause @mcsheps has turned me into a rinch truther with a few Choice episodes, darn her

Sweet, Savory, Spicy: 'tis the season for sweet! gonna buy alllllll the bargain bin chocolate i can find tmrw (turtles, here i comee)

Currently Working On: (but also hopelessly procrastinating asdkfasd) mcshep month prompt gifsets ;))) oh, and some gen kill sets. in particular, a series of sets dedicated to brad's wife look when it comes to his pal, ray-ray.

no-pressure tagging my pals in life & podcasting @mcsheps, @sassycordy and @stargatelov3r and anyone reading this who wants to share!! i love reading about what ppl are into ('cause i wanna add stuff to my watch/read/listen list alsdkjf so tag me if u do it!)

[y-not-loki]

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

TAGGED BY THE AMAZING @7littlelibraries!!! LOVE YOU SMOL FREN!!!!!

1. Are you named after anyone?

No, not really.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Last night/this morning (it was techincally this morning, but it’s not morning til I wake up completely so shut up)

3. Do you have/want kids?

I want a kitty, but no human children. Unless I can adopt some friends.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Sometimes? I can sarcasm, but I can’t really sarcasm as well.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about others?

HuMaN.

6. What’s your eye color?

Dull brown, it’s literally one shade, except a black ring around the outside.

.7. Scary movie or happy ending?

Both. Both is good.

8. Any special talents?

No.

9. Where were you born?

Hospital??? I was born in Adelaide, Australia, I guess. I no longer live there so I’m fine with letting you guys know that, but please don’t hack the systems and find out who I am.

10. What are your hobbies?

[gestures vaguely]

11. Do you have any pets?

A pupper, and a bunch of feather children.

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

A lot.

13. How tall are you?

5′5 or 5′6 (168/169 cms)

14. Favorite subject in school?

Science and/or English. As well as Music and Art, but I don’t do them anymore, I dropped them as electives for Digital Studies and Philosophy + Reasoning, and Psychology.

15. Dream job?

Marvel actress, but that’s never gonna happen, so probably psychologist/therapist?

Tagging: @valthelegosaurus @eggdotjpeg @fandoms-till-the-end-of-the-line @perfectly-lazy-student @lokithesassgardian @ispeakmemesdisneyandfandom @idkwhatimdoingbutimgonnacontinue @aro-ace-from-outer-space22 @thatguyinthecornerino @rhaya-rose @fifty-percent-possessed @elizabeth-the-awkward @theinfiknight @og-peach @hahahaimdeadinside

[pluvira]

OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.

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 their 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.  armour 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 colours.   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.   theatre 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 your dreams.   mood as ever - changing as the sea.   the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.

HADES.     walking home alone in the early morning.   back alleys.   drinking alone in a graveyard. crippling loneliness hidden by sarcasm and cynicism.  crows picking a carcass.   untended dead flowers.  the black sheep of the family.   black coffee.   money can’t buy you happiness. murder mystery dinner parties.   blood on your shirt collar.   dust illuminated by sunlight.   classical music.   dogs are better than people.   quiet wrath.   shady business deals.  taking what you are owed.   paint it black.   seasonal affective disorder.   popping the suit collar.   grey rain on a cityscape.

ZEUS.     thunder in their heart.   running on coffee.   flash of lightning.   unnatural charisma.   eloquence.  badass in a nice suit.   aficionado of history.   force of nature.   lennyface.   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.

TAGGED BY:   techincally @hisburden TAGGING:   i don’t know who hasn’t done it so do it if you haven’t !! 

[dandalionwrites-blog]

Transformation

I staggered to my knees after the waves of blinding pain had seemingly passed. Struggling to recall how I had ended up in here, I had a sudden realization that I didn’t even know where here was. Scrolling through the memories of the latest moments I remembered, before I woke up wherever the hell I was now, managed to clear up absolutely nothing. All I could remember was running into the burning building, trying to rescue the kid still in there.  Did the building collapse? Did I get buried under the rubble? That would certainly explain why my body felt like it had been ran over with a 2000 pound truck, but no, in that case i would still be buried.

Noticing that I  still hadn’t opened my eyes, I cautiously peeked open my eyes incase there was dirt or something in the air. I’m really bothered by things in my eyes you know. Quickly realizing that that wasn’t the case, I fully uncovered my eyes. I took a glance around the room.

It was completely bare except for a lone doorway leading to what appeared to be a hallway. The walls and the floor were a shade of red so dark it seemed almost black. Gathering up courage to go and explore, my thoughts were interrupted by a cough.

“Finally you’re awake! We thought you had died or something! Well I mean, techincally you are, but still.” Said a short man, standing by the doorway. I’m not even sure if I should have classified it as a man, because it sure didn’t look like it. As I struggled to take in it’s appearance, the horrifying sight of charred and melting flesh and -oh god- the dark red horns decorated by numerous faces contorted in varying degrees of suffering, the monstrosity opened it’s mouth again. “Quit ogling, would ya? I’m self-concious! And get up, we have a strict schedule to follow.”

Before I could even get a squeak out in protest, the thing had grabbed my arm. My eyes immediately went to stare at the creatures hand, only to notice that what it was holding wasn’t the puny, pale one I had gotten used to. It was larger, and alarmingly red in color. The worst part being, when I looked further, instead of seeing the human fingers I was used to, I was faced with huge, black and very sharp looking non-human claws.

Sensing my panic, the creature sighed and asked “Did no’ne tell ya?”. As I was about to ask him what exactly did he mean by that, I was once again (rather rudely) interrupted. “I guess I have some explaining to do then. First things first, ma name’s Azazel, and I’m the Prime Minister of Hell”. Hell? Well that at least explained the looks. But Prime Minister? Since when does Hell have democracy? As if hearing my thoughts, Azazel replied. “Hell’s where all the politicians and lawyers go, did ya think we’d have chaos and disorder down her or somethin’!?” I had to admit, that was a good point.

But before I could open my mouth to discuss the political systems of hell, Azazel continued. “Before we get sidetracked, I need to explain to you why you’re here. As you are most likely aware, your mother died at childbirth right?”. I nodded, my grandparents always talked about how much she would’ve adored me, had she been alive.

“Well, before her death, she was informed that you have a fatal heart injury, with a survival rate of less than 12 percent. So, of course, guess what she immediately did? Summon a demon! Except that she did the ritual wrong, and summoned herself Satan instead. Crazy, am I right? Most rational people would have quit the ritual then and there, but for some reason, she decided to continue. Make a deal, as you say. Her life in exchange for yours. Simple, right? Well, the devil made a contract and she signed it. Without reading it! Who signs a contract with the devil without reading it first!? Like come on, how stupid can you be? Making a deal with Satan, and never reading the contract!”

I was very surprised by this sudden knowledge. Perhaps this was the reason why I had had such a fortunate life. As my thoughts were racing, the now agitated creature continued his monologue. “The reason why you are here is directly tied to the fact that she didn’t read the contract. If she had in fact read it, she would’ve noticed the extra clause in tiny print that said: If by any reason the creator of this contract ceases to exist, their position must immediately be taken over by the oldest living party of this contract. So, in layman’s terms, if the devil himself kicks the bucket you gotta take over. Which in itself shouldn’t be that big of a deal, since he was widely considered immortal. But apparently that wasn’t the case.” The demon was now pacing the large room fairly quickly.

After I got over the shock (which took a bit longer than I’d like to admit), I cleared my throat and began to speak. This time uninterrupted. “So what does this mean? Am I the devil now?” I franctically asked, slipping further and further into a state of pure panic. The demonic being stopped pacing and stared at me. I began to wonder if I had said something wrong, when he finally answered. “I suppose it essentially does mean that you have become Satan himself, now doesn’t it? Although, I am very surprised that you still sound so human while looking like that.”

I quickly raised my hands to my face, expecting skin, no matter how charred or molten it may be. I was horrified as I realized that what I was feeling was the smooth surface of bones. Locking eyes with the demon, I demanded a mirror. I wanted to see the extent of the damage. Looking at my reflection in the mirror I was shocked to see a rams skull looking back at me. What had I turned into!?

I gaped at the demon, who had started to smirk after seeing my reaction. He grinned at me, and I couldn’t help but shudder at the multiple rows of razor sharp teeth. Dragging me up by my hand, he spoke. “Well if you’re the devil, you’ve got a lot of learning to do. Let’s go!” He hauled me up and dragged me out the door.

As I had guessed earlier, outside the doorway laid a long hallway. After what seemed like an eternity, we reached the end. It was then when Azazel pointed up to the ceiling with one of his claws. “That door up there leads to the human world. What do you say, if I suggest we got up there and wreak some havoc?” I assumed the evil atmosphere of Hell had finally caught up with me, as I felt myself smile and nod, opening the trapdoor and crawling through with flames behind me.

Inspired by a picture by my friend.  Artist: http://tigerstripez101.deviantart.com/art/Go-to-hell-634972071