#muse: circe

[from-the-notebook]

@inkdreamt continued from here

The woman rolled her eyes at the girl's tone, clicking her tongue briefly in disapproval. This ... Mal was a bit of a menace in their otherwise quiet little town. No one was quite sure who she belonged to, not that Ava would blame the family for keeping their distance. Clearly, the family had failed the child in one way or another.

"Nor is it becoming of a clearly intelligent girl to throw her life away." she huffed as her eyes scanned the crowd of outflowing stream of students. Still no sign of her little girl. "What do you hope to gain from all those silly little games, really?"

[gainprincess]

For the record...

These three already have an escape plan ready to go for them and their lovers the milisecond Tamamo and her wives pull the proverbial trigger on Chaldea.

And each one is different, surprisingly.

[anime-bxuty]

So who of the girls with Medea, would Circe be into?

"When did this become my life? Well Jeanne and her Alter are out, and same with Nui. So who does that even leave? What does Nui have a secretary that I don't know about? Another girl in their home?"

[from-the-notebook]

Such a temper, this one. In a way it almost reminded her of her youngest son- Agrius. From his first breath, he'd been wild... quick to anger- though he'd loved them all dearly. For a moment, Circe wondered, did Ares even remember her long departed sons?

"And what has you all up in arms this morning, Ares?" She hummed, raising an almost amused eyebrow. Still, she heeded his warning, settling for crossing her arms instead. Something to do with his sisters, perhaps?

Open To Other Gods [Greek Or Otherwise]

Ares spun around real fast when the other placed a hand on his shoulder, he was already annoyed and this just increased his annoyance. “Put your hand on me again and you will go flying through the roof, I’m not in the mood for a heart to heart, got it?” 

[circeyoru]

Your Special Shush Muse = Requested

The Request

[Sung Jinwoo x A-Rank Hunter Artist!Reader]

There was something you’ve been doing outside of your Hunter business. A calmer and less active activity. That was drawing. You love to just sit at a high place and just observe the people and their livelihood in the city. You used your <God’s Eye> to watch over people and see far, it was because of your hobby that you mastered your Hunter’s skills after awakening so easily. 

Your eyes would glow a faint aura with smokey wisps at the corner of your eye extending to your ear. The deeper the colour of the aura, the more concentrated you were at something or someone. Usually, it’d be faint to the point no one noticed because you didn’t need to doom in on the details. Once you had a basic view and some inspiration, your hand would move over the blank page, and a drawing slowly formed.

Being in high places also gives you the advantage and privacy needed for an artist such as yourself. Before awakening, you were content with being on the roof, now you could sit on the edge of a high building or the ledge of a roof. It’s mostly due to your <Wormhole> ability to create a vortex that gave you the power to teleport, but only in spaces where you could see. You had convenient abilities, but that’s not all you could do; they were abilities you were most familiar with compared to the others.

Your pencil scratched through the paper in a thick black line when your music was suddenly interrupted by an ear-piercing ringtone. You growled at the destroyed drawing in front of you before sighing, life of a Hunter is so annoying, but it was easy money as long as you’re ranked high enough and careful. You placed your pencil to your side and tapped on the side of your headphones to answer the call then reached for an eraser. 

“Hello? State your business…”

“Where are you?”

You frowned at the lack of greeting or small talk, well, it was good for you since you wanted to get back to your drawing. You carefully tried to erase the accidental line on the page. “Somewhere high in the city, not sure where I am. Why?”

“Your presence is needed for an inspection after a report of a Double Dungeon. I’ll send you the location, head there immediately. You know what to do.” And the call ended.

You cursed Woo Jinchul and his workaholic habits, if he wanted to work so much, don’t drag others into it. Still, a Double Dungeon was rare. So maybe you’ll get some inspiration from that? You shook your head and went into a Hunter mindset. After putting away your sketchbook and stationary, you checked your phone for the location while creating vortexes for you to travel down from your current location.

“What?!” Your eyes widened as you stopped mid-travel at the words your eyes landed on. This location was where Sung Jinwoo would have his D-Rank dungeon raid. Something happened? No way, why was it always Jinwoo?

Your hand raised as you ran through vortex after vortex, your heart and mind racing just as fast, if not even faster. You reached the site in record time, finding some members of the Hunters Association scattered around doing their work. You looked for Jinwoo among the survivors making their brief statements before being sent to the hospital. When he wasn’t among them, you went to question the more healthy-looking survivors. 

To your horror, they only looked away when you asked for Jinwoo. They couldn’t admit it, but their faces says it all. They abandoned Jinwoo in that dungeon. You don’t know how, but you managed to hold yourself back from punching them or lashing out. There was a glimmer of hope; Jinwoo always have some way that let him survive at the worst odds. 

“I’m going in.” You told Jinchul firmly. 

Jinchul nodded and gestured for his men to follow after you into the gate. “There’s not much time until it closes. The boss was already defeated. You have 15-20 minutes, tops.”

“I’ll use <Wormhole> if I run out of time.” You set your phone with a timer of 15 minutes; better safe than sorry. Once you entered through the gate, you immediately activated your two skills. Swiftly bringing the team to the Double Dungeon and looking for any clues as to where Jinwoo would be, the least you could do was bring back his body for a burial. 

You took a step back and readied your bow and arrow for anything while the men pushed open the double doors. When nothing happened even after a few seconds, you used your <God’s Eye> to survey the inside from a safe distance. Your view landed on the altar, but flinched at the amount of blood that pooled at the bottom. Looking up, you were met with Jinwoo’s unconscious body laying there.

“Hunter Sung Jinwoo is inside!” You shouted at the men and put away your weapon in favour of heading straight for him. “Jinwoo! Jinwoo!” You tried to shake him awake, but he remained unresponsive. You placed your ear against his heart and listened for something. His body was still warm and there was a heartbeat, albeit weak. “Thank goodness…” 

After confirming that Jinwoo was alive, you let Jinchul’s men bring Jinwoo out and to the hospital. You scanned the area again to mentally catalogue the surroundings so Jinchul could put it into a report. Another ability of yours was to transcribe what you see and recall on paper, like you were a human instant camera. You call it <Photoshot>. 

While you waited for Jinwoo to wake up, your mind went blank, and your hand moved across the blank page. Your eyes stared dreamily at Jinwoo’s peaceful form, sighing from time to time. You couldn’t explain the relief you had when Jinwoo was still alive after all that blood you saw on the alter. The torn pants leg must have meant he might have lost part of his leg, but it was still there. You have to thank whoever healed him as the first responders. 

“Drawing your crush again?” Jinchul’s voice snapped you out of your daze.

“Hello to you too.” You greeted without giving the man a glance. Yes, you have a crush on Jinwoo and you never once told him or anyone. You’ve had it since school before he dropped out due to needing money. You even had a separate sketchbook with all forms of doodles and drawings of Jinwoo. What can you say? You have dedication. “You know that’s better than me lashing out at the survivors…”

“It is.” Jinchul nodded in agreement. You were always touchy when it came to subjects regarding Jinwoo. Because you were of a higher rank than him, the two of you were worlds apart and your work was more valued than his. You saw this prejudice as something that belonged to the deep end; anyone that says otherwise belonged to the deepest part of the Earth. 

As for how he found out about your little crush… He walked in on you hugging a drawing of Jinwoo. He can’t say anymore nor could he mention to anyone else. Unless he has a death wish. He doesn’t want you vortexing him into some acid or killer contraption. 

Another thing was your darker side that you kept at bay. Whether it has been there since the beginner or emerged after your awakening as a Hunter, he’s not sure, but it wasn’t a pretty sight. As if you turned to another person when triggered, your bloodlust and cruelty was another level from the criminals. You could give them a run for their money. The saying goes, ‘Don’t offend the Quiet Hunter’.

“It’s been two days; you should rest.” Jinchul tried to get you to leave the hospital multiple times already. Judging by the number of balled-up papers on the floor to your side, you’ve been in the same spot for a long time. 

“What if he wakes up when I leave and goes into another dangerous dungeon?” You pouted as your hand stopped. Your eyes turned their focus to your drawing, and your fingers brushed through the drawing of Jinwoo’s cheek even though he was right in front of you. Perhaps you didn’t want to touch him since your fingers were dusted with the graphite powder from the pencil and drawing.

“It’s his choice as a Hunter.”

With that, you left Jinwoo in Jinchul’s hands. You didn’t want to, but you had to earn money for your family too, plus you wanted to help Jinwoo while it was out of commission. During the time you were gone from Jinwoo’s side, he grew. You didn’t notice it until you compared your drawings page by page. From an innocent childlike to a mature adult. You never outright observed him while you were in his range, but used your cheat skill. To say you weren’t flushed like a red tomato was a plain-out lie. 

Once, you peeked in on him doing exercises and saw him half naked. You fell off the roof and nearly dropped to your death if not for your sketchbook falling on your face to snap you out of it. You made a vortex to land yourself on the roof again. You clenched your heart and felt it beating like crazy. Curiosity killed the cat and you wanted to look again. Within seconds, you were falling again. Literally.

Over time, you had gotten used to it and didn’t shy away from Jinwoo’s new and incredible view. In fact, you drew it all in your sketchbook. Completely unaware of the Shadows that were staring at your actions with glee. You did, however, find it odd that there were times when you couldn’t observe Jinwoo with your <God’s Eye> and you had asked him what he was doing during those times. 

“I was just in the dungeon. Why?” Jinwoo nonchalantly answered your question before sipping on his coffee.

“Oh, nothing at all.” You flinched, you looked away while cupping your cup of drink, “I was just looking for you and you weren’t around.”

Jinwoo placed his cup down, leaning over the table, “What for?”

You gulped, leaning back into your chair unconsciously. “N- Nothing. Just Hunter business and see if you wanted me to bring you to some weapons shop for a discount.”

Jinwoo grinned and ruffled your hair in a brotherly manner. “I got some nice drops, so I don’t think I’ll be needing new weapons or gears for a while.”

“Oh. Okay…” There goes your chance to go out with him. 

Nevertheless, you love times where you and Jinwoo would just sit in a cafe or quiet restaurant just chatting and catching up with your life. You love how Jinwoo appeared more confident and prideful in a way that you couldn’t explain. It was his overall aura and imagine. Plus, the aura around him practically screams to you that he was no long an E-Rank or The Weakness Hunter of All Mankind. How you craved and prayed for such a day to be true. If it were a dream, you hpoe and wish for it to last as long as you and he lived. 

At the top of a tower, you were giggling to yourself at Jinwoo’s appearance on TV. The silliness and ignorance of him was worthy of a cute doodle and a drawing of him showing off his power. Your hand moved over the pages like you were possessed, even the weather couldn’t deter you from your mission. “Jinwoo’s so cool.”

“Thanks.”

“Ahhh!!!” You hugged your sketchbook to your chest and turned the direction where the voice came from. You knew that voice anywhere. “Jinwoo! When did you get here?! Weren’t you at the Hunters Association seconds ago?!”

“You know I can travel quickly and wherever.” Jinwoo tilted his head to the side innocently. His eyes traveled down to your sketchpad in your arms. “So, what are you drawing that got your soul split from your body?”

“Nothing! Not something you can see.” You claimed with the fiercest face you could muster. “So leave, this is my spot, I came first.”

Jinwoo still smiled, “But I seen it before.” He yoinked the sketchbook from your arms effortlessly, he was an S-Rank Hunter. He flipped through the pages and made comments at every page while you withered away in the corner. “Wow! These are so good! You make me look like some god.”

You mumbled how he was practically one in your mind, but you didn’t want to when you were dying of embarrassment. He knows… He migth as well know with this…

Jinwoo chuckled at the hearts doodled around the page. His eyes traveled to you and he closed it, holding it in his arm dedicately. He kneeled down to your level and tapped on your shoulder to make you turn around.

“What… I’m so embar—”

As smooth as your pencil over your page, Jinwoo took your chin in his fingers and leaned in close to you. Giving you a soft kiss on your lips. You blinked twice while Jinwoo stared with your eyes as if he was looking into your soul. You heart beat like a drum while Jinwoo still appears as calm and collected as ever. 

Jinwoo finally backed up and grinned at his handy work. He waved your sketchbook in the air, “I’ll take this as your confession and you can take this,” His finger tapped your lips playfully, “As my way of saying ‘I’m yours’. It applies both way okay?”

Thank whatever god there is, because you managed to nod. 

Jinwoo got up. “Good.” He dragged you along with him, pulling you up but your legs gave up from your crouching so you fell into him with a face full of muscles and hotness. His chuckles made your face light up with heat and redness. He gave you a hug, speaking right into your ear, “I’d appreciate if you’d only draw me in your sketchpad and not some other unworthy muse.”

Note: Yup this is it! It was in my story file for a while and I just decided to post it. This is I think my third request for this fandom? There are some other requests in my inbox that are ideas that I've drafted already so no complains when I tweak it a bit or don't fulfil the request 100%.

Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed!!

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[sciencegothic]

okay, okay, so—

no one asked for it, but here is every mention of hunger/food/eating/drinking in epic, and how i think it all ties to the overarching themes of the narrative; a needlessly long post:

throughout the troy saga, food is repeatedly brought up as it is necessary to the survival of the fleet. at this point, they’ve just emerged from war and have not yet faced the atrocities that will later befall them, thus, searching for food is their biggest priority and largest concern at that point. this is the beginning of the motif of food in relation to the desperation of the characters. lack of food makes them desperate, hunger is desperation. (the lotus eaters quite literally echo this need back to them)

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here is our first instance of how food, although necessary, can just as much be dangerous. this foreshadows later on when we see circe’s meal have ill effect on the soldiers. here though, odysseus is the one to notice this, he has not yet reached a point of desperation where he is acting irrationally

knowing now what will unfold in this cave, this specific conversation surrounding food is almost a damnation. as we see later in the songs, food can be associated with death as much as with life

much like with the revelation of the lotus, we see, although he maybe should have considered the danger before entering the cave, odysseus is still at a point where he can think rationally in relation to the food

not a whole lot to say here, though i suppose it’s interesting that where before now food has been treated as a source of saving the men, now the cyclops threatens turning them to food, this it now represents death

not food but now drink is being offered as a peace offering, yet again consumption represents life and survival, as odysseus offers the wine as a means to spare his men

circe uses food as a means of luring in the men. it’s something they’ve been longing for - desperate for - for so long, that now they don hesitate to eat without any rational consideration of potential dangers. like with the lotus, the food - although veiled as being salvation, is dangerous. and like with the cyclops’ threats, it hails something ominous

now, again, food is shown as being a powerful, hopeful thing. in this case, the flower hermes gives odysseus to eat quite literally acts as a means of salvation, offering him a way to fight circe. again and again, eating is beyond a means of just quelling hunger, but necessary to survival

odysseus relays how the sirens planned to prove their power by “turning [the] men into snacks”, only to contrast this s few lines later with “we are the ones who feast now”, as he and his men are the ones who have gained the upper hand. here, eating directly represents power

the repetition of “hunger is so heavy” from the men mirrors how we first see them, hungry. but here its so much worse, here they’re so much more desperate. even after whta happened with the sheep before, they cannot think rationally now. they just want to eat. they’re hungry, and that hunger is heavy and it begs them to eat. (also, jorge has said that eurylochus “instrument” in the musical is the voices of the solders. here, them echoing his words reinforces just how desperate and hungry he, specifically, is, as though he is really trying to get it across to odysseus) (ouch)

eurylochus dies the same way he was introduced in the musical - hungry. one of his first lines is him telling odysseus that the men are hungry, and now he tells ody that he is starving. but where the first time he still has the hope to search for food, now he is defeated. he’s giving up. he’s desperate, but he’s exhausted too. he’s trying to plead with ody, or maybe just explain why he’s about to do what he does. he’s starving, he just wants it to end

and finally, zeus looks to odysseus to tell him that the hunger is too great now. desperation is too high. and who pays the price for that? when all of them are so desperate and hungry, will odysseus choose to quench his own needs, or spare his crew and let them feast? where one god used food to trick the men and another offered it as a means of salvation, now a third holds it over their heads’ as a taint - look at how the mighty have come to this

okay. so, uh. yeah.

[empresskadia]

Yeahhh, I have no more motivation to work on this further, so here is my Spartan-IV and Circ [with a human to accompany her usual appearance]

[from-the-notebook]

The goddess’ lips quirk into what can only be described as a smirk. The anger radiating from the other woman amuses her. Her fingers twitch, and for a moment she longs to transform the noble lady into a horse- perhaps a donkey. Let her see what it is to be at the mercy of a cruel master.

She reframes from such things however, if only to spare herself the headache of dealing with a transformed mortal. Besides she’s supposed to pass for a mortal herself.

“Horses are intuitive creatures.” She murmurs. She, who’d once tamed wolves and lions. Circe brushes past Margarethe, wordlessly approaching the mischievous wonder heading their way. She softens, the horse calming before she even reaches it. A gentle hand strokes it's pink muzzle, and for a moment, Circe is glad she hasn't lost her touch. The horse follows her without the need to pick up the reins.

"Shall I walk alongside you?" She asks once horse and owner are reunited. The horse may buck if left unattended with this woman and as entertaining at the idea is- Circe is in no mood to clean mortal off the road. "My son has no need of me at the moment."

open starter

"Could. You."

Margarethe is nearly quivering with fury, quite transported by it: chills and fevers shuddering one upon the other up and down her body, heat flaming high in her cheeks, the fingers of one hand curling hard into her palm such that she feels the press of nails through even the fine softness of her gloves. The other hand is out, pointing an accusatory finger toward the road, where the object of her ire, the very one she hates most in the world, is waiting for her.

"Could. You. Manage. That. Thing."

That thing, being, of course, the horse.

Even now, it snorts its merry amusement at Margarethe, the white steam of its breath curling over its pink muzzle as it rolls toward Margarethe and her interlocutor a single, mocking, dark eye. Oh, how she hates it; how she loathes even to put a single foot in stirrup--but there is no getting home without it. And now, it refuses even to do its most simple duty, to stand still so she can mount it; and here she is, beggared by it.

[kattythingz]

WOE!!! PRETTY ED BE UPON Y'ALL!!!

@sirchenchen granted me the wonderful honor of designing light nymph Ed for her Circe Ling au (it's amazing, def check it out!!!), and this beautiful shiny boy was born. Because I love him so much GOD. God.

Tons of unnecessary detail to this design cuz I had too much fun with it but basically. Shiny boy; silver-rimmed eyes (from absorbing moonlight!), glittery skin (and freckles!!), and his marks!!! They're predominantly on his right side cuz he's only half nymph, and the mark shapes themselves are actually what an earth nymph, like Trisha, would have! The golden color is all sun god Hoho tho. Hence the rare and elusive light nymph ;)

[mememuses]

[feuilletonette]

i just know tumblr is my app bc where else could i rant my current hyperfixation in the bouts of my sporadic consumption of media then disappear for an eon only to renounce myself again because i'm like, hi sorry for being inactive lately. i spiraled into an incurable slump that i can't literally digest a paragraph or finish a movie and form a coherent sentence but i'm recovered. here's my current sixty-two obessesions, unsolicited analysis, uncalled for opinions, and oh—i also made a position paper and bill proposal to make that fictional world a better place

[from-the-notebook]

@redemptivexheroics continued from here

One could be King of the Gods, one could wield thunder and lightning... could rule Mount Olympus, and still struggle when it came to their children- adult children in this case.

"Sibling squabbles can be so difficult." She hummed, eyeing the iceberg that held the young God of War. Personally, she was relieved her own children had been merely demigods. As appealing as the idea of teaching them to toy with mankind had been, seeing the reality of siblings with powers made her think twice.

"But really, how are you?" She asked, setting a hand on her cousin's shoulder.

[gainprincess]

Dick like a soda can.

That's it, that's all she wanted to say. She's proud of it, and how it lifts up her gut.

[anime-bxuty]

While I can only admit I believe I've only used it twice, but I really do like this image as a icon for Circe. Fate Circe is cute.

[from-the-notebook]

"Crazy is the least of the adjectives I could call your father." Circe scoffed, seating herself atop his desk as soon as Ares left it. Watching him curiously from her perch."King of the Gods he may be, but he often lacks foresight... just look at what's become of his precious creations...Still, his hesitance could be due to factors we don't see. He may fear overstepping for one."

"...You're a good brother Ares." the words came out a little above of a whisper. One again she was reminded of her son... of the Oracle's warning long ago. Why Zeus had to get his youngest daughter involved with the Amazon Queen of all people- Still, she nothing if not a patient woman. When the time came, she'd try her best to keep Diana out of the crossfire.... For Ares' sake, if nothing else. "She's lucky, to have you watching over her."

"Well, he can make anyone immortal if he sees fit to do so, so it wouldn't be a problem. He knows Diana wouldn't survive losing Steve a third time; the fact that he hadn't already done it is just crazy," Ares said as he got back up, went over to his mini bar, and poured himself a drink.

Ares nodded. He got tired of everyone thinking he still had some personal vendetta against Diana, but he didn't; she managed to reach him and get him back on the good side. And he was still her older brother so he would always be there if she needed him. "Of course, I will; that's my sister, despite our past transgressions."

[forzaun]

I'LL BE BACK LATER IM WATCHING THE LAST EPIC THE MUSICAL STREAM WEEEEEEEEE