I Resist the Muses

I only have a daddy. Wenyan. He's a teacher at the Academy.

Muse: Laura Jellico
Fandom: Firefly (original character)
Word Count: 134

What moment in your life would you want to relive?


Muse: Guinevere
Fandom: "King Arthur" movies and mythologies
Word Count: 748

"Any man who has the guts to sell his soul for love has the power to change the world" From Ghost Rider

Hmm. Without getting into a debate about the philosophical definition of the soul, I suppose what this quote is talking about, is ultimate sacrifice. It's about whether or not you have the guts to sacrifice whatever is the MOST valuable thing to your own well-being. For most people, whether they believe in the existance of the soul or not, it's a symbol of an ultimate sacrifice.

This gets me to thinking what I sacrificed, and what I sacrificed it for, and whether I changed the world in so doing. These are not comfortable thoughts.

It could easily be said that I sold my soul. I sold it to my father, for the oath he swore. For what we believed was right at the time, for the cause of good against evil, in pursuit of what was rightfully ours. Later it would become clear that we had made a terrible mistake. By selling my soul I changed, much for the worse; and because little better than that which we labelled "evil". I sacrificed innocence. I sacrificed peace. I sacrificed many lives that were not mine to take.

For love? Perhaps. At one time I did truly love my father, but it was a strange and rather abusive kind of love, the kind that's threaded through with hate and fear and resentment. Truthfully I dont think I sold my soul for love. I sold it for power.

One thing is certain; we changed the world. We all but destroyed it. Nothing was ever the same afterwards.

Character: Maedhros
Fandom: Silmarillion

( Prompt #22: write a letter to your mun )

Prompt #11: What do you want?
Prompt #12: Cooking
Prompt #13: Are you superstitious?

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((OOC))
Character: Lily Coleens
Fandom: Original Character
[Open in journal entries]

"Any man who has the guts to sell his soul for love has the power to change the world" -- From Ghost Rider


My entire upbringing was without really saying it outright, a method of reminding me that there was nothing I could do about the way things were, they simply were. Questioning the way of things, was not something ever conceivable. I knew very little about how to be when I was still a child, only that I had better be good, or the King will get angry and it will be your fault. I heard the same in Menegroth, where I was sent and raised like any other Sindarin elf of the Doriathrim. There were others my age, sent to live in the Deep Caves. They were friends, but they are I think not around anymore. The world was harsh and dim, they would be happier in Aman so I only hope they are now there in peace.

I think part of me broke, to realize that the one place I had known kindness in had been destroyed. Nargothrond had been my first home, I think. I remember so little anymore. My uncle was everything to me. Learning of his death, all I could think about for days was that I would never see him smile again, or listen to him on his harp, as he would teach me. I must have had a hard case of hero-worship. I wish I could feel more certain about my memories. I don't believe one person can change the world, because I was raised not to believe something like that.

The last Númenórean king sold his integrity, everything that made him an honorable man, for the love of life, of power. That I think is not actual love, but petty crude reflected light from real love. Yet he did change the shape of the world in his own way.

That willingness to give up everything for love, perhaps what is meant is that a similar strength is needed for the ability to shape the world by your own hands. That same ruthlessness and willingness to do such terrible things to ones own self.

Christian mythology seems to involve the concept of selling ones soul, as if one could actually do such a thing, and fall into a place called Hell. I do not believe in hell. I do not believe that one can sell their soul, but I have seen countless times both men and elves do terrible things for love, or for what they think is love. The strength of will, to give up all honor and integrity, to do evil deeds because of love, a love for another or an object or an idea, that is a powerful strength for either good or evil, but when does it lose sight of anything but the darkness? If one is given the hard choice, perhaps by then they have reached the potential for changing the world by their deeds.




muse: Haldir
words: 560
fandom: silm/lotr

Do you believe in an afterlife? What do you expect to find when you get there?


Muse: Guinevere Castus-DuLac
Fandom: "King Arthur" Mythologies
Words: 123

Do you believe in an afterlife? What do you expect to find when you get there?



Muse: Jaenelle Angelline SaDiablo
Fandom: "Black Jewels" by Anne Bishop
Words: 132

Do you believe in an afterlife? What do you expect to find when you get there?




Muse: Kitty "Shadowcat" Pryde
Fandom: X-Men AU
Word Count: 183

Do you believe in an afterlife? What do you expect to find when you get there?

Ahaha. Are you serious? I've been to the afterlife. It's... pretty fucking boring sometimes. Oh, not all of it. And I get to live my life, in a way. It's stilted and the Fates don't let me do anything fun, really, but it's still an existence of a sort.

What did I expect to find when I got to the afterlife, though? So totally not what I got. I was expecting more of the fire and brimstone, to be perfectly honest. I'm not exactly the nicest of people and I'm sure as hell not always a good person, despite what the Fates and the rest of the higher beings seem to think.

Not what I got, though. What I got was kind of a second chance.

Muse: Eve Levine
Fandom: Women of the Otherworld

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