“But I thought that you Olympians were immortal…unless Mickey D’s is so foul that it can even decay a god’s small intestine. You want drive-thru or sit-down? If we go with the latter, you get unlimited drinks.”
❝ Oh, man, you don’t even know. Feed that shit to Narcissus and he’ll be screaming out of his ass– literally– for the next six days. Even we gotta eat, you know. But I’ve got a stomach made of fucking diamonds, Jane. You should see some of the shit I’ve eaten. Unlimited fizzy pop?– Um? Serious question? Eat in. ❞
sat upon the couch, hands lounging upon his knees for lack of b e t t e r place to put them, he’ll glance about the place, lips pursed. this was… new. he didn’t sit & watch films. that, of course, primarily being because the v a m p i r e had none to watch them with, but… m i n o r d e t a i l s.
& so, perhaps she shouldn’t leave it to h i m to decide.
‘ …theEXORCIST? ’ he leaves it o p e n, for he’s not entirely certain of what he’s agreeing to.
There was a strange noise that followed, one of approval and a minor display of glee. Fingers pushed and prodded the old disc into the player, knees bent just enough to lower her toward the screen. Skinny and pallid fingers slid along the side, clicking on the little, triangular shaped buttons to raise the volume to an unacceptable level. The kind that could scare the absolute shit out of anyone in a 5-mile radius when the paramount pictures logo roared on.
❝ Oh this movie is absolutely disgusting. You’ll love it. ❞
Woah. Jesus. Talk about a god damned head rush. Thin fingers curled inward, green eyes flicked from her hand to the young girl. Reach out to pet a child in distress and she gets back a cannibal in return? Talk about an unfair trade.
“Would it not be more of a shame that you found a reason to mourn their early death? Not that I would generally agree with this assumption that only they live not long..”
❝ I can look and appreciate. They are made as we are, after-all. …Well, not we as in us. Me, really. Without the– ears, creepy black eyes. …Yeah, without all that… stuff. ❞
“People, whether mortal or divine, ‘are the same when things are well, but different when things are … unfavourable.’ Why would they want to believe that a GOD is capable of wrong? Why would they want to believe that a GOD, among the vast multitudes of those that exist, can be more corrupt than the devils they shun beneath their feet? They only believe that they want to believe.”
❝ But that’s just it. There is no bloody morality, there never has been. Good and evil are only figments of their feeble imaginations. Have they ever considered this ‘Heaven’? Christ, what if there isn’t one, or what if there was noting at all? —If people don’t die, the world overpopulates, if war doesn’t occur, civilizations grow too strong. If that’s evil, then fine. Let them EMBRACE their idiotic faith.
❝ Okay, so, you get to pick. We have, dun dun dun: –The Exorcist orrrr, ah, a great choice: The Grudge.
Discordia paused in her tracks, holding both dvds tentatively between her hands. Oh, but didn’t a Goddess of her status have something better to be doing than binging on Halloween classics?Probably. Not that it mattered. Chaos was ever-lasting, and causing a new war could wait an hour and fifty seven minutes.
If you’d prefer,though, I think I have Christopher Lee’s ’Dracula’ on the shelf somewhere. Maybe. ❞
Despite the lack of emotion that danced and tangled itself across her features, Loki could see the wheels turning themselves endlessly upon contemplating the answer to his negotiation. Her questions made a airy laughter escape, and manifest itself into a portion of humor.
“I’m almost offended, Eris. What else? A good dose of fun that speaks our language.” Serpentine viridian hues followed the obsidian wisps that slid across her face, adding to the dangerous aura that surrounded her at the moment. “No more hiding..” He whispered, arching his brows a bit in optimism. His fellow personification of discord at its finest was cooped up in here long enough, like a wilted flower that had been locked in a darkened room, abandoned.
She needed to b l o o m and re-invigorate herself with the power she had let simmer, hibernating for far too long. Needless to say, there was a part of him that understood the hesitance of letting a…Stranger, more or less, be exposed to the most vulnerable part yourself. It wasn’t pleasant, nor a necessity, unlike most, he opted not to force the Goddess. Of course if he made the flower comparison, chances are the woman would fling him through the ceiling and into the dirt to ensure there would be casualties.
She averted her gaze, thumb roughly scraping across the crinkled skin of her curling forefinger. Apprehension rested firmly upon her mind, lips pressed tightly together to prevent any outburst from slipping past her guard. Part of her was tempted to EJECT him from the temple all together, Grayed skin found its way between pristinely white teeth, their pointed tips biting down on the tip of a slanted and vicious nail. What they both considered fun was probably vastly different, for Eris did not just play petty pranks on the mortals below. She caused earthquakes, fed air to the starving and watched as molten lava decimated entire civilizations.
The comment on her ‘hiding’ earned him the twist of her head, verdant and fiery gaze piercing through his own. Despite his apparent intentions, she didn’t appreicate being compared to a COWARD, and while he may not have meant much by it, it stung the worst part of her. Ever-turbulent was the goddess, and every little thing could set her off for the worst.
❝ Fine then, trickster. Let’s get this overwith. Three days– just try to stay alive. ❞
❝ The intention to HURT has never crossed my mind && yet, it had crossed yours. ❞
There are those who expected certain things from his kind; Things read about in books and viewed upon that of the large silver screen. A GROTESQUE image that wasn’t far stretched from the truth && yet with the taunts, Louis kept his seat and dare not budge. There were many things that were EXPECTED from his kind; The likes of HIM weren’t.
❝ If you have come to see if certain fairytales are true, then you’ll have to sit and LISTEN rather than poke a stick at an animal who cares not to attack. Poke as you will, I will not sir. ❞
oh GOD this guy was going to be worse than Apollo on a BAD DAY, wasn’t he? The last fucking thing she needed was a poet gone off his rocker. It was the eighties for crying out loud– couldn’t he just talk like EVERYBODY else did instead of trying to pull this whole ‘special snowflake’ shtick? A thousand years or no, sooner or later you had to get with the bloody times. He was proof enough of that little fact.
Her face contorted, risen brow falling with the parting of dark lips. Her skin grayed to a less friendly apperance, forest-green optics taking their time in studying his rigid posture.
❝ Jesus fucking Christ, I’m gonna throw up listening to this. ❞
My name is Vervain and I am twenty one years old. I use female pronouns and tend to speak in a very formal manner to try and get my point across without having any feelings hurt. I tend to be very busy during the week, but i will do my best to get to replies and asks when I have time.
First things first, please don't godmod! This means controlling Eris or anything that Eris does in character. It could be the smallest thing, like making him pick something up, to using your character's abilities to hurt and/or kill Eris when I did not give you permission to do so.
I am both selective and mutually exclusive, meaning that I will only roleplay with those I follow back.
I also reserve the right to reject roleplaying with ANYONE and for ANY reason. This is my blog and I will not be bullied.
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This is a multi-ship and multi-verse blog. However, Vittorio is canonically bisexual.
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This blog will contain offensive and sensitive topics and is considered generally 'NSFW'. However, I am opposed to doing smut very often and will probably keep that on the low side. Blood, sexual assault, depression, suicide, toxic personality traits and abuse will all be things that are discussed here. HOWEVER, they will all be tagged correctly.
Her name is ERIS, she is known as DISCORDIA. For thousands of years she has reigned terror and injustice on humanity, sweeping across the land in the form of chaotic hurricanes and crumbling eruptions. She is violent death, she is starvation, and she sets fire to those unwilling.
Born to darkness (and some say to the King of Gods; Jupiter) with her brother, Thanatos at her side, the two were employed by HADES to bring in the souls of the dead. While her brother was granted the gentle death, those brought in through infancy or through the burden of peaceful sleep, Eris was charged with the destruction of mankind. Envy, lust, these are just a few of the things she feels for those given less GRUESOME tasks. Her occupation creates friction on her appearance and creates what she had become. Sunken emerald eyes and pale, gaunt features. Spindling fingers rake at the earth, sowing the seeds of her Golden Apples that jolt the world in their wake.
She is forever known for the wars she causes, most notably the Trojan War, where she threw down the seeds of destruction and clapped as mortal and god alike were pitted against each other in absolute RAGE.
Eris, Goddess of Discord, lives among the world's most chaotic bodies; humanity. They, along with their violent free will, make up a collection of sinister creations and thought processes that makes her feel at home. She appears to them as the most terrible evil; the spokesperson for a Tax Agency. There's a certain joy that comes to her from the dread others display, heels clicking and clipboard displaying all the wrongs they deigned to commit. Riveting. But her terror-streak has run dry as of late, what with so few massive wars occuring with the blade and sword. But humanity has a few new toys to play with, and they are creating their battles without her.
Aesop's New Fables.
The generic verse for all of my cross-overs without a verse of their own. Usually taking her out of Ancient Greece and into a new, more modernized atmosphere.
Time-Swept Goddess.
Any verses taking place before the 1940s will be placed here. This includes Ancient Greece or anything occuring on Mount Olympus unless otherwise specified!
Vampire Chronicles [ Shadow of Death ].
Created during the peak of Greek Civilization, Eris was made by Cyril. Among one of the many Greek young women turned by the vampire with disregard for the rules, Eris was headstrong and sought after more than what the night had to offer. Her stay with her own maker did not last long, however, as Eris soon learned throughout history that her own kind could be more cruel than any human. She created few companions and had even fewer friends. She disappeared from known History at the time of the Roman invasion, choosing to remove herself from the mediterranean and seek out enlightenment and popularized-philosophy in other regions of Western Europe.
As a Child of the Millenia, she was blessed with the Fire Gift, Telepathy and Telekinesis. She can also fast for long periods of time if need be and her cravings are at a minimum. She is, however, one of the many that does not survive the ‘purge’ from Maverick Vampires in the final book. She dies by fire in southern Italy, near Rome, when it is set by her own kind. At this point in time she has made quite a few of her own fledglings and it is with them that she dies in a Coven House made known.
