// short is my date, but deathless my renown. //

OOC

earlyrisingdawn — Tue, 20 Nov 2012 19:10:52 GMT

Well, it's been since May since we had a hit here. So this may not reach many eyes, but hey it's worth a shot.

So I've found a home for my mythologically inclined rp brain, and I thought maybe some of you guys might be looking for the same. We'd love some new blood over there and I know you guys are damn good rpers. So without further ado, I invite you guys to app to

Metempsychosis

The log page is here, and the ooc page is here. Check it out. Pm me questions if you have them. App if you're interested.

Love you guys!

Baby gods are in this season.

rosy_light — Wed, 09 May 2012 00:21:06 GMT

I can't wait for summer to really begin, but this city is so dark and dirty. I want to go to the beach!

!!

of_word — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 21:28:37 GMT

What... unholy purpose does a man exposing himself to me on the subway serve?! To anyone?

Who wears short shorts?

of_word — Sun, 05 Feb 2012 00:30:50 GMT

There is something simply ridiculous about men completely devoid of any and all body hair. I suppose the alternative would be equally silly.

bringmeagony — Fri, 20 Jan 2012 05:00:09 GMT

Happy birthday Meli! I have baked you a cake.... and there is punch and balloons!

....There is also glitter, but that was an accident.... it was not suppose to get everywhere.... It is not in the food or drink though!

delightindance — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 00:33:36 GMT

Sisters! I grow bored and you have not come to entertain me!

Why does everyone insist on having fun without me?

untothepure — Sun, 01 Jan 2012 10:06:51 GMT

H A P P Y N E W Y E A R

If your new year's resolution is to get laid more
I judge you.

meli_mollifies — Wed, 14 Dec 2011 04:13:58 GMT

The Yuletide holiday movies really are meant to make one cry, aren't they. I need to stop watching the romantic/I have a new family/holiday trial and tribulation ones.

Though 'Love, Actually' isn't as bad as I thought it would be. Still romantic, but terribly amusing.

Would anyone like to come over for Christmas dinner? Or even eggnog?

oheyzeus — Sun, 04 Dec 2011 23:13:57 GMT

'Tis the season, allegedly. I was walking down 5th when a child pointed at me and said, 'Look, Mommy, it's Santa Claus'. I don't think I resemble him so much, except around the beard area. Perhaps it had something to do with my red scarf and hat (a present from my delightful PR, Mandy).

The child's mother caught my eye. I'll say that much. I'd have no objection to having her on my lap.

So, tell me, little godlings. What do you want Santa to bring you this year?

seepassion — Sat, 03 Dec 2011 01:31:28 GMT

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT:

It's December! Yay!

And December is a time for presents and shit. (Trust me. I know these things. I teach preschool and my students assure me that this is what it being December means. Officially. Though, I'll grant you that they generally leave off the 'and shit' part. Thankfully.) But the relevant part here is the presents. That's what we'll be concentrating on for the purposes of this post.

And if there is one thing that I like? It's presents. Both the giving and the getting of said presents. Let's be clear that I am an equal-opportunity present appreciator.

And another thing that I like? Mythological stuff and nonsense. As do you, I'm assuming, ~~poor bastard~~ kind soul that is reading this post. Due to the fact that you are reading this post. And if you don't, why are you reading this? Seriously. Stop now. Spare yourself the pain.

Anyway: Clearly this liking of mythological stuff and nonsense and the liking of presents can easily be combined.

Now, this is probably the point in time where someone with better organizational skills would lay out some rules. But this is me, and I have the attention span of a gnat with ADHD, so I'm just going to arbitrarily make some shit up.

Though, honestly, it's all about what you want here, people. Leave written prompts. Leave picture prompts. Specify what characters/pairings/locations you would prefer or just leave it open to interpretation. Hell, don't even wait for a prompt at all. Just leave people presents - written ones, drawn ones, macro ones. Hell, Sims screencap ones, I don't care.

Use hellenist characters, 7forhellas characters, versions of characters you just felt like messing around with. Go with canon, run off with gender-swap, return to ancient Greece, set it all in 1920s Chicago for all I care.

Leave comments signed-in. Leave comments anonymously. Participate in some unholy conglomeration of all of the above. Just get creative. Mythologically. Leave some love and get loved on. And tell us who/what you're writing/drawing/screencapping about so that we can all appreciate your genius. And even that isn't a rule or anything. Hell, make us figure out what's going on like a twisted Where's Waldo or something. I'm just craving some inspiration. (Seriously. Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You are my only hope.)

So this is less a writing meme - though, by all means, write - and more of an anarchy meme, but the point still stands. I'm down for a bit of lawlessness here. Bring it on, bitches. My inbox can take it.

~~Okay, so anon-comments are disabled on the community at the moment. My apologies. Leave presents anyhow. We all know that we're weirdos.~~

Scratch that. Go forth! Anon-comment away. Prompt the everliving heck out of things.

hypersomnic — Thu, 01 Dec 2011 03:28:38 GMT

We are now officially in Winter's midst and that means I will wear as many sweaters as I wish, thank you very much.

December, be kind.

Thanksgiving

inspiredvoice — Fri, 25 Nov 2011 04:51:10 GMT

Today I am thankful for booze, gravy, and hilarious webcomic porn.

Love ya, Daddy. ^_~

seepassion — Sat, 05 Nov 2011 22:11:05 GMT

Aw, c'mon now. Really? Fucking really. How the ever-living shit am I supposed to go to my fucking doctor's appointment with tits? I mean, seriously now. I need to get this thing off of my fucking leg. Like - yesterday-like. It's fucking itchy.

And Evelyn said I could probably get it off. She promised. I can't have lady-bits right now. Ugh. Fuckers.

This is fucking attractively inconvenient. Damn you, ladyparts. All nice and curvy and shit. Going around and being all soft and nice-smelling and - ARGH.

Not the point. Itchy.

Stupid boobs.

broken promises for broken hearts

unbiaseddeath — Thu, 03 Nov 2011 21:03:58 GMT

They have asked me to take up another shift at my work. I feel so human as I wonder what the point of it is. When I was myself, I had a task that fulfilled a purpose and I continued doing it for eternity, or would have. Now this.. I labor to make money I could more easily steal and waste time that is no longer infinite.

Someone tell me why I should continue to work for these people.

oflamentations — Sat, 29 Oct 2011 02:12:19 GMT

S/S 2012 is bloody dull. Floral, tribal, leather, and 1920's.
What a load of garbage. Those "trends" have been "here" for the fucking last two years. BORING.

I AM BORED.

GOING TO SPIT IN BALMAIN'S COFFEE.

Kidding. Kidding. I want that denim letterman with the leather sleeves too badly.

STILL BORED and now pining.
Even Arkham City isn't dulling this pain.

Papa Bear just do it. Just reveal that you're the god-damned Batman.

wrongedbylove — Mon, 24 Oct 2011 18:13:13 GMT

What a wretched thing modern times have done to this holiday. They cheapen the true meaning and purpose with obscene costumes, over indulgence in alcohol, vandalism and processed sugar.

It's sickening. These people wouldn't know a real witch if she walked up and smacked them in the face.

untothepure — Sat, 22 Oct 2011 11:12:06 GMT

What's the

R U S H?

Slow down, little mortals~
You'll
hurt
yourselves.

blesseddeath — Mon, 19 Sep 2011 01:54:55 GMT

I'm going to be celebrating a mortal birthday. To be quite honest, the idea of doing such a thing never crossed my mind. Mortals make a big deal of these occasions. I understood their need to do so, but it feels weird applying such a concept to myself. My "age" is not going to be merely 18. The idea of identifying as 18 does not feel right. However, it appears to be a right of passage here. I do not understand what differentiates it from other ages. It will usher me into the end of my high school career, but why is that a big deal? Schooling for mortals does not end at 18. I'm not sure I see why this is so impressive yet.

[Video]

unlovesick — Sun, 18 Sep 2011 16:54:48 GMT

[The woman (very barely at that) is settled into the chair by a pair of hands - a Father's hands, and he is the Father of humanity, one could certainly say - at her shoulders and a soothing voice, a low rumble of laughter and a petition to speak and be heard. She seems, all things considered, neither startled nor perturbed by this development - as of yet a far more disconnected thing than she will someday grow to become.

A definite work in progress. She moves like an unpolished clockwork doll, the work of someone apprenticed to someone fine - a protege of some foreign greatness. A (very lovely, no doubt) puppet only recently released from its strings.]

I am - [She pauses here, wrinkles her nose at the monitor's slight delay of motion and touches fingers to the back of her neck in an absent, reflexive motion.] I am looking for someone. My someone. If I could beg assistance? I would not wish to be lost.

And I feel, somehow, that I might be already. Perhaps? [Her head tips lazily, lashes dipping in a slow blink over dark eyes, and she smiles a slow, young smile. Very practically patient.] There is such a great brightness here, but it all seems quite mechanical. Like gears and levers. Something that ticks.

(ooc: Attempting to write more young!Pasithea fiction. So! Playing around with her a bit. Also: Entertain me while I ride public transportation! Staten Island train = largely boring.)

This

sunshnesongster — Sat, 17 Sep 2011 21:23:30 GMT

I can't decide if I like Lady Gaga more as a man or a woman. [Protip: I'd hit both.]

If she had a twin, she'd be almost perfect.

persephoniacal — Thu, 15 Sep 2011 22:40:09 GMT

Hm. Winter is coming~

seepassion — Wed, 14 Sep 2011 22:00:17 GMT

Let us just make a note that I am a professional at procrastination. It's pretty much my calling in life. So if there is something that I should probably be doing? You can pretty much guarantee that I'm immediately going to find something else with which to occupy my time.

It's a problem.

But, whatever. A Softer World is awesome. Mythology is awesome. I have PhotoShop. The end.

That's it for the moment. There will be more. RM, COME PLAY WITH ME!

meli_mollifies — Wed, 14 Sep 2011 04:18:40 GMT

I cannot wait for autumn to start. Truly.

Does anyone have plans for Saturday? I actually have a day off and would like to not spend it here.

In other news... I think I have figured out why the ghosts have been so restless and yet so silent. It seems that when this city collectively feels a sadness and a sense of loss, those that follow me do as well. Perhaps there is more to the human collective than most suspect.

[Voice]

seepassion — Tue, 13 Sep 2011 21:08:10 GMT

Y'know what still confuses me?

[The question is punctuated by a clamory-clattery sound of something wheeled and a swish of curtain-rings. There's a steady beep in the background, keeping its own time.]

Holidays. I mean, mortals are crazy into their holidays. They've got a whole bucketload of the things. One for every day. And I say 'one for every day' when it really should be 'at least seventeen for every day' or something - because, really? There's just no freaking end to the things. And most of 'em make no sense. At all.

Like, apparently today's International Chocolate Day. As though I needed a specific day to shove some chocolate in my face or something. [A snort, skeptic and quick.] Because I don't do that every morning when I pour a box of Fruity Pebbles down my esophagus. And why? What's your strange, mortal motivation? Did they invent chocolate on September 13th?

I'm pretty fucking sure not.

But y'know what did happen on a September 13th of some eons ago? [There's a pause that would probably contain a punctuating motion, if the video had been included.] Henry Bliss, probably just minding his own freaking business after a long, hard day of real-estating, hopped his ass off of a New York streetcar and was unceremoniously taken the fuck out like a manlier version of Regina George.

So if we want to find ourselves an appropriate comemmoraty thing for today? It's been 112 years since the first pedestrian was mowed down by a motor vehicle. Commemorate the shit out of that, bitches. That's noteworthy.

So, yeah. You're probably fuckin' confused and stuff. All: The actual shit are you talking about, you fucking asshole? What're you trying to say here? Seriously. No one cares.

[A huff of air, caught somewhere between petulant and amused.]

Well, I, uh - I got hit by a car. Which, y'know, whatever. But they won't let me sign myself out.

It's fucking stupid.

thehalting — Sat, 10 Sep 2011 04:19:04 GMT

What is a grandparents day, and why do people feel I need to acknowledge it?