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my muses: tries to be a good parent but then it backfires some how

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comfort starters

WORDS:

“  i’ve got you. it’s okay.  ” “  stay the night with me?  ” “  i’m here. and i’m not going anywhere.  ” “  shh, it’s okay. i’m here now.  ” “  talk to me.  ” “  i wish i knew how to talk about it, but every time i try i just— the words won’t come out.  ” “  i’m afraid if i start crying, i just won’t stop.  ” “  i don’t wanna be alone tonight.  ” “  you don’t have to say anything.  ” “  do you want me to stay with you?  ” “  we’re okay— everything is gonna be okay.  ” “  it’s over now.  ” “  it’s okay if you need to cry. it’s just me. let it out.  ” “  i don’t wanna have to do that ever again.  ” “  i’m so fucking scared.  ” “  i won’t let you go through anything like that again.  ” “  you don’t have to deal with this alone.  ” “  i just need to feel something.  ” “  i don’t wanna talk about it. i don’t. i just need to forget.  ” “  whatever you need, i’m here.  ” “  please, just tell me what you need.  ” “  lay back down, you need to rest.  ” “  here, i made you some tea.  ”  “  drink this, it’ll help you relax.  ” “  let’s go for a walk. sitting here all cooped up will only make it worse.  ”  “  i can’t breathe. i can’t—  ” “  just breathe. breathe with me.  ” “  look at me. hey— i’m right here. you’re not alone.  ” ”  i feel so sick.  ” ”  i’m just so fucking tired.  ” “  what can i do?  ”  “  i need you.  ” “  i’ll always be here when you need me.  ” “  i was so worried— i thought i’d lose you.  ” “  i’m really worried about you.  ” “  actually i’m…i’m really not okay.  ” “  i keep telling everyone everything is fine and each time someone else asks i get closer to just. breaking.  ” “  you’re not fine. and you don’t have to pretend that you are with me.  ” “  everything hurts and i want it to stop.  ” “  i know it hurts now. but it gets better. with time. the pain gets a little less until it’s more of an ache rather than some big overwhelming lump in your throat.  ” “  just tell me it’s gonna get better.  ” “  i heard you crying— what’s wrong?  ” “  everyone keeps asking how i’m doing but— you’re the only person i really feel like i can talk to.  ” “  i can’t promise you it’ll get better. but i can promise you i’ll be here with you.  ” “  i just needed to see you.  ” “  i just need to know you’re okay.  ” “  get some rest, i’ll be here the whole time.  ” “  i’m afraid to go to sleep.  ” “  i can’t stop seeing their faces every time i close my eyes.  ” “  i sleep better in your bed.  ” “  i won’t say sorry because that just, falls flat. but if i could change it. i would.  ”   “  as long as i have you, i think i’ll be okay again.  ”

ACTIONS: 

1. for our muses to cuddle after one of them has a nightmare 2. for one muse to invite the other to get under the covers with them 3. for one muse to come to the other in the middle of the night to crawl in bed with them 4. for one muse to hold the other while they cry 5. for our muses to spend the night together after a traumatic experience 6. for one muse to help the other clean blood off of themselves  7. for our muses to take a bath together to help one or both of them relax after something traumatic  8. for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep in tears  9. for our muses to have sex as a means of comforting each other  10. for one muse to make the other’s favorite meal to help them feel better 11. for one muse to wipe the other’s tears away 12. for one muse to gently take the other’s chin to get their point across while comforting them 13. for one muse to fall asleep on the other after breaking down 14. for one muse to carry the other to bed and stay with them  15. for one muse to confess something traumatic to the other  16. for one muse to make the other finally open up about something  17. for one muse to stay the night with the other to keep them from hurting themselves  18. for one muse to take care of the other who is drunk  19. for our muses to drink together after a shared traumatic experience 20. for one muse to confess their love for the other after experiencing something traumatic

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Welcome to the House of Hades—hey, I know you!

indie & selective Hypnos of Hades by Supergiant written by Dogma

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i need to stop considering making blogs for chars from obscure fandoms but like also i dont want to

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wargodling​ | spitha

“I’m not little,“ the godling grumbled, just then, it seemed, catching on to the meaning held within the Winter Lady’s words. A defiant pout slipped onto her features, though she did not dare argue her point any further, knowing full well she wasn’t exactly in the position to do so. 

After all, she still was in trouble. She still was surrounded by the remains of a once neatly organised artefact chamber, a collection of ancient weapons and armoury, not meant to be touched by the clumsy hands of what was considered merely a an infant in the eyes of other Olympians.

Unheard of a little one to wreak such chaos… Pah!

And yet, the godling was rather pleased with the goddess’ offer; the disapproving expression disappearing from her features momentarily, she hurried to the older lady’s side, resting her little hands on yet another display currently being set up right, not necessarily convinced her aid made much of a difference, but… well, at the very least she was trying!

There was quite some effort she put into the task, too, hoping intently, against all hope, no punishment would follow her reckless actions, which had led to the chaos around them in the first place - maybe, just maybe, if she managed to impress the Winter Lady… the goddess would be willing to forget about the entire ordeal? Perhaps she would turn a blind eye, pretend she had not even seen the godling anywhere in the area?

Oh, what a wonderful outcome to Spitha’s dilemma that would be, indeed!

“ Perhaps not. But consider the perspective of your elder here, then you’ll understand that everyone is little to me. “ A corner of Demeter’s painted lips lifted slightly            away from sight. Her grandniece is quite endearing             much so than her father who Demeter considered to be rough around the edges, but she wasn’t as irked by it unlike his other family members. 

Demeter knew that sooner or later someone would notice the shoddy cover-up, the flaky arrangement of such ‘ sacred ’ war memorabilia. ( Though Demeter wasn’t the type to understand its importance, let alone its appeal ). Perhaps that was why she was helping the child get away with her crime rather than scold her senseless. 

As for the clean up itself            the faster the better. Though, to be caught alongside the young Spitha would be very amusing to her            her general pettiness towards most of Olympus outweighed the need to maintain her regal pretense as the eldest of all Olympians. 

And hey, given the current low she’s in ( and how the whole surface was in conjunction ), any amusement would be worth restoring her spirit ( even for a bit ).

The cleaning expended a lot of effort            there was definitely more effort spent in conveying the little care Demeter had for the actual arrangement. A pathetic pile of arrowheads atop a pillar, some lopsided weapons, mistmatched armour sets ... ah oh well.

“ Come now, little one            we both know better than to stick around after making all that racket, “ her eyes shift to the doorways as she dusts off her hands. 

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appleyed​ | andromeda

🌿                              𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬  𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝  𝐨𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬.    she  doesn’t  dare  speak  to  them  outside  of  offerings  and  prayer  —-  trouble  always  brewed  beneath  the  cracks  of  the  conscience  where  the  gods  were  concerned.     (   one  boastful  transaction  and  you  were  sprouting  six  more  legs  and  spinning  webs  for  an  eternity  ;    one  gloating  moment  of  vanity  and  your  daughter,    andromeda’s  own  namesake,    was  offered  up  to  a  sea  monster.    her  father  has  told  those  tails  of  caution  since  she  was  small  :    if  you  never  utter  their  names,    they  can  never  accuse  you  of  such  a  thing.   )      but  was  this  prayer  not  dire  ?    did  the  frozen  wasteland  not  warrant  an  explanation  for  those  fortunate  enough  to  be  related  to  the  direct  cause  of  it  —–  or,    at  the  very  least,    the  one  with  the  most  influence ?      (   maybe  it  wasn’t  her,    maybe  .  .  .    maybe  there  was  a  mistake  !    maybe  it  was  an  accident  —-    )    

 the  cold  tears  viciously  at  her,    but  she  can’t  bring  herself  to  ruin  this  moment.    she  had  never  put  much  effort  into  imagining  what  her  mother  would  be  like.     (    so  few  demigods  ever  got  to  this  moment  :    it  felt  cruel  to  tempt  herself  by  planting  the  seeds  of  her  imagination  to  bloom  a  woman  she  might  never  meet.    )     but  she’s  here.

   “  well,  ”          it  feels  silly,    borderline  rude  to  say  yes,    and  andromeda  refrains  from  splaying  her  hands  at  the  foreign  icicles  as  if  to  add  obviously.      (    she’s  the  child  of  summer  :    grain  and  sunshine  and  fields  that  warm  her  from  the  feet  up  ——  she  sticks  out  like  a  bright  smear  in  the  depths  of  this  blue  tundra.   )     she’s  suddenly  shy  beneath  her  mother’s  gaze.          “  i  –  i  was  worried.    about  you.    i  thought  .  .  .    i  thought  if  this  were  to  happen,    maybe  something  was  wrong.    maybe  you  were  hurt  ———  i  know  .  .  .    i  figured  you  wouldn’t  do  this on  purpose  —–  only  if  something  were  wrong  ——-  ”

Demeter concealed her surprise, and her confusion with her regal and aloof veil. Was her own daughter not aware of the truth behind the winter  ??  Ah but ... then she considered a mortal’s perspective            it was easier to comprehend ( and cope with ) their goddess was suffering rather than it was a deliberate choice. Perhaps it was even easier for a child to dismiss the notion that their parent would cause great anguish such as this. At that string of thought, her expression softens to concern. The regret of dismissing how her Andromeda would fare stung her heart. ( To say that the godly Persephone eclipsed her was a severe understatement. ) 

Now she wondered if it was worth correcting her, to break the truth and own up to her actions. And then to say it was at the fault of the very mortals who Demeter believed took Persephone away ... what would Andromeda think of her then ?? 

“ The fact that you’re concerned for the wellbeing of your godly mother ... why you honour me so. “ Demeter looks upon Andromeda thoughtfully            such warmth amidst the frigid cold. Both daughters seemed to have inherited the rich blessings of the summer, she noticed.  She sheds off her fur shroud, and even if she had scaled it to fit her daughter, it would still envelop her. Wordlessly, she drapes it on Andromeda.

“ To answer simply            yes ... yes indeed there’s hurt in my heart. The Fates have been cruel to me as of late, and for that I am bitter. “

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑    𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘   :    𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒

BOLD what applies to your muse + Italicize those that somewhat do.

SPARROW :    innocence. big dreamer. waking up too early. walking home. being afraid of meeting new people. slim hands. always cold. reading a book under a tree. the smell of the forest. missing your home.

EAGLE :       independent. caring too much for others. sharp looks. walking through the city late at night. the tallest and most spectacular building. iron. being single and okay in a world that tells you that being single is bad.

SWIFT :       falling in love easily and heavily. traveler. the infinity of the bluest sky. storms. broken smiles. forgetting people who used to be your beloved ones. feeling out of place. mistrusting people. a fleeting romance.

CROW :       feeling as if you have seen so much and as if you know a lot. prejudging. tight hugs that leave you breathless. a grey sky. serenity. intelligence. being left behind. chains. smoke. the pride of someone wise.

DOVE :       petals. jealousy. being tired of living with the same old faces. whispered secrets. marble. sundresses. white clothes. the first sunset of winter. pride in who you are. learning to get over someone.

SEAGULL :     family. golden light. the sea murmuring in your ear. summer afternoons. caramel ice cream. collecting seashells and other things and calling them treasures. living breezy and carefree. swimming in the sunlight.

CANARY :        artistic. getting excited easily. dancing and singing while you are alone. looking at your friends having fun. no phone. being afraid of judgment. spring. a meaningful gift. the first ray of sunlight.

tagged by: @appleyed​ (tysm!!)

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GILF CITY !!

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Goddess of Seasons ❄️

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aithereal​ | aether

     Gods don’t quite like being told what to do, Aether thinks. Their smile is a subtle one, but soft, sweet. “Lord Zeus never allows winter anywhere near Olympus’ threshold. Spring is lovely, though, constant spring…” The snow stirs by their foot, and the primordial glances down, just barely distinguishes the little white hare from the snow around it. “Olympus’ beauty is merely different than that of the surface. It intrigues me.”

     That, and… well. Aether isn’t certain how many of the gods are yet privy to this afternoon’s events, but if they don’t know now of Aether’s spat with Lord Zeus regarding their absences, they imagine it won’t be long. Zeus hadn’t once raised his voice at them before today, and even after everything, Aether holds him with too much respect to have lied to his face, or worse, sworn off leaving Mount Olympus knowing they could never do such a thing–

     “Though—I did not intend to interrupt your walk. I do apologize. I understand that such time for respite is probably rare, for you.”

" There is beauty in change after all, “ she looks upon the snowy landscape, and while there was an imbalance in the seasons, Demeter of all gods knew very well of the value of each one. With every shift in nature, with every new bud and fallen leaf, there was beauty and benefit          it was by her grand design after all.  

Demeter gives out a sigh, that familiar fog escaping her lips. At the mention of Olympus, she looks upon the sky briefly, “ Ah yes, Olympus’ has that ... pristine and immaculate appeal, it’s rather befitting for our standards - superficial or not. “ Her tongue grows sour at implicating herself but at her seniority, she can accept a degree of bitter self-awareness. 

Olympus had its share of ethereal allure, its air of luxury             all veiling a modicum of resentment or a muffled argument within the walls. The surface was no different             if not candid and more open with their conflict and strife.

“ Please, I’m sure you wouldn’t want to stick around to hear an old crone raving on. You likely get enough of that from my foster brother. “ 

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HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TIRED?

to the point of: love-gone

you have so much love to give !!  it feels like you’re giving and giving and giving.  when is anyone ever going to feel you the same way  ??  when is anyone ever going to take off their jacket and wrap it around you and hold it there no matter how much you argue.  imagine being loved in a way you can understand.  you imagine it, you think about it.  it’s almost like an obsession.  it snakes into your head sometimes and forces itself to take up space.  it leaves you completely other days.  it’s like you don’t even know yourself.  like you’re just another walking body, aimless and blank faced, even to yourself.  you hold a hand. it makes you feel none of the things you’ve been waiting to feel. you hold your friends and you will yourself to leech energy from this action.  you’re a bank account, love. and you’ve been coming up empty for longer than you can remember. don’t you just want to be loved so hard that you could be fooled into believing that everything was alright ?? don’t you just want to be filled with joy, the end of this death walking ??

tagged by: @wargodling​ (tysm!!) tagging: anyone really (´。＿。｀)

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WHO’S A GOOD BOY?

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GODS HAVE HORNS! The viscous, the rageful, the graceful, the noble. Pointed or curled, piercing the sky and digs into the soft earth freshly saturated with the blood of many. It burrows and furls, raking the soil, sow and harvest. GODS HAVE HORNS! Painted on the walls in pigmented plants, it’s faces, eyes, mouths and souls, it’s horns sit atop like a crown of ivory. To maul and mutilate the flesh; the horns are savage. Those with horns gorge their gods, devour the light and spew ceaseless galaxies of humble creatures and primordial dust, GODS HAVE HORNS! You wear the mantle of a god, horns bestowed down through generations, ornate and imbued with power, a figurehead for divinity. Splintered bone, marrow and hide. Talons, canines, omniscient eyes. Warped the body, wretched the soul, the lost, the hopeless, the elusive, the known. GODS HAVE HORNS!           original character and lore rp account (featured in the webcomic 10 Million Colors) created by Linnea 🌞

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WHAT TYPE OF LOVE DO YOU ATTRACT

you attract: comfort

waking up to the sound of singing chickadees perched on your windowsill by your sleeping lover; giggling by their side as you watch the sky, laying on a picnic blanket with small sandwiches and juice boxes near you; slow dancing late at night to no music in the middle of your kitchen floor. you attract comfort. falling in love with you is like going home. it's like breathing in and basking in the familiarity of it all. those who search for you find that they are at their happiest when they finally find you. your beauty is a breath of fresh air, a painting that soothes, a melody that you recognize. your love is so gentle, so kind, so soft to the touch that it eases the hearts of everyone around you. people find themselves relieved even at the sight of your mere smile, and they don't even know why. you bring warmth to this world, my angel. keep shining.

( tagged by: @appleyed​​ ( tysm !! ) tagging: ( i get very shy tagging ppl so by all means try it !! its on me ) )

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omg so this is what’s been happeniiiiing ✌ /lh

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andromeda: mom could do no wrong 🥰

demeter, in the middle of depriving humanity of all its natural resources: did i hear something?

( @appleyed )

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aithereal​ | aether

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     Where they once might have gone days, or weeks, in the past without showing their face before the gods, it is inevitable, Aether thinks, that their peaceful lonesomeness comes to an end. They aren’t often long in the presence of the Olympians, and still, there are those they can only claim to have met before their body, ages prior when their presence was little more than the wind itself. All the same, it would figure, then, that one of the few they haven’t yet crossed paths with would be Lady Demeter—the Olympians may be younger, but there are some akin to her that command deference by demeanor alone. Aether freezes amidst the snow, hand outstretched toward some curious fawn that startles in nearly the same manner as them–

     And in an instant they present themself properly, gathered up into the cold and elegant composure of the primordials. Curiosity alights in striking gold eyes, though above all come manners, of course. Their head bows, solemn. “Lady Demeter…” Would she remember, they wonder? Do any of the gods recognize them for what they are, when not imprisoned in Zeus’ domain?

The snow was idyllic today           gentle wind and the flakes fell so slowly that it created a more picturesque winter day. The goddess deemed it a pleasant opportunity for a stroll to clear her thoughts and provide relaxation from being in the same space as Zeus. 

A rare sight beyond the distance           a being often so secluded from the others that she wondered if at times they were merely a figment of imagination. Alas, she knew better from her experiences, Hestia herself rarely made appearances to the point where her existence would have faded from common memory         but Demeter knew her presence was all around the surface. This one however          had responsibilities bound to Olympus as the heavenly atmosphere she breathes. 

A bow to her ( an acknowledgement to her seniority ) and in return Demeter bows her head to them, ( their role was sacred after all ). She returns to that regal posture, “ Master Aether. “

“ It’s rather foreign to see you in person         let alone on the surface. “ with her frost-covered hand she gathers snowflakes, “ Pray tell, what brings you down here on such a fine day. “