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my activity will probably drop even further . I am moving to a new apartment pretty much by myself . the new place is luckily near so I technically don’t need a car or so to carry my stuff but …it has no kitchen & I cannot take my bed along . I am trying to find some sort of help to get a kitchen & bed on the 24th & 25th because I cannot drive …plus I am just too dumb to dismantle an entire kitchen ( & I don’t wanna enter a strangers home alone anyway )
… & then I also have some good prospects for a new job that needs a lot of steps to apply to, so I am just. very stressed. I probably gonna have some evenings where I super focus on RPing just to get my mind off of things, or at least I hope I have those. chances are I will just nap. ( oh right & on the 26th I have a mini surgery so… stress level rising ).
❥ 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 , 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 .
bitter / aggressive one - liners as taken from the website pinterest .
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❛ fight because you don’t know how to die quietly . ❜
❛ i’d rather die on my feet than live on my knees . ❜
❛ i’ll get over it , i just gotta be dramatic first . ❜
❛ you don’t get to be surprised that nobody gives a fuck about you after you’ve worked so hard to alienate the entire world . ❜
❛ i wouldn’t be like this if i knew how to not be like this , okay ? ❜
❛ i had to fight like hell and fighting like hell made me what i am . ❜
❛ i will be brutal . ❜
❛ i don’t want to be soft anymore . i want to be bloody knuckles and glass shards and i want people to be afraid of hurting me . ❜
❛ bring them to their knees . head bowed and fists bleeding — make them repent . ❜
❛ is this what i get for loving a god ? ❜
❛ you’re a weapon ; and weapons don’t weep . ❜
❛ i’ll survive . somehow i always do . ❜
❛ the things that used to make me cry just make my hands shake and my eyes blank . ❜
❛ i’ve begun to understand why god died . ❜
❛ i speak violence . ❜
❛ it’s not my fault i have my father’s eyes . ❜
❛ judge if you want , we are all going to die . i intend to deserve it . ❜
❛ i need to kill you . ❜
❛ i will continue to watch you rot . ❜
❛ i wasn’t born to be soft and quiet . i was born to make the world shatter and shake at my fingertips . ❜
❛ you’re not a nice person , are you ? ❜
❛ when i punched you . that was when i first felt something for you . ❜
❛ if you don’t terrify people a little bit then what’s the point ? ❜
❛ i could tear you apart if i wanted . ❜
❛ do not tell me what i can and cannot do . ❜
❛ i can and i will . watch me . ❜
❛ no one made me . i made me . ❜
❛ take a breath , spit out the blood in your mouth , and get back up on your feet . you still got a couple motherfuckers to prove wrong . ❜
❛ here’s what i know ; i will die only by my own hand . ❜
❛ i’m everything you can’t control . ❜
❛ i am violent , and bitter , and ugly inside and out . ❜
❛ i am being perfectly fucking civil . ❜
❛ goddamn right , you should be scared of me . ❜
❛ you are losing my interest , and that is very dangerous . ❜
❛ if i can still breathe , i’m fine . ❜
❛ i will do what it takes to survive . ❜
❛ if karma doesn’t hit you , i fucking will . ❜
❛ don’t be sorry . i trusted you , my fault not yours . ❜
❛ i wonder if life smokes after it fucks me . ❜
❛ i don’t have to prove shit to you . ❜
❛ i’m not tearing down my walls for anyone again . you want to know what’s inside ? climb . ❜
❛ i am mine . before i am ever anyone else’s . ❜
“…wait…that’s how children are made…?” then his parents…he shudders at the very thought !
… now she’s made a fool of herself even in front of Kingu , huh . “ with the way y’sound serious … y’really got me good … ”
“no, you are just very easy to tease” they sigh and gently pat ritsuka’s head “but really, master, you are such an immature girl” …they are still bullying her, huh?
sexual tension promptsloving reminder that “my muse” is the person reblogging the meme and “your muse” is your muse! if you want to reverse these, add a +, like so: [ PIN ] + and the roles will switch! these prompts are inspired by THIS MEME! they’re designed for all muses, regardless of whether they’ve interacted before or not!
- [ PIN ] : your muse pins my muse against a wall.
- [ HANDS ] : our muses’ hands touch. (anything from grazing past or the hand holding content we all deserve.)
- [ GAZE ] : your muse watches my muse from across a crowded room.
- [ GUIDE ] : in order to guide my muse, your muse presses a hand against the small of their back.
- [ INVITE ] : your muse asks mine into a private room with nobody else present.
- [ TOUCH ] : our muses touching one another discreetly but intimately in a public setting.
- [ LICK ] : your muse licks something from their thumb or lips in front of my muse.
- [ SLEEVES ] : your muse rolls up their sleeves to reveal their forearms.
- [ SMIRK ] : while interacting with my muse, your muse can’t resist a smirk.
- [ NECKLACE ] : your muse fastens a necklace around my muse’s neck.
- [ CLOSE ] : our muses are in a position which leads to your muse stepping intimately closer to my muse.
- [ UNBUTTON ] : due to heat or stress or other reasons, your muse unbuttons the top of their shirt to reveal their neckline.
- [ DANCE ] : our muses dance together in close quarters.
- [ DEFEND ] : your muse intervenes between my muse and a source of unwanted attention.
- [ TEXT ] : your muse texts intimate content to my muse.
- [ PHONE ] : while on the phone with my muse, your muse flirts teasingly during the call.
- [ BEHIND ] : unexpectedly, your muse arrives close to my mind from behind, taking them by surprise.
- [ WET ] : our muses find one another in a torrential downpour of rain, both soaking wet.
- [ LEAN ] : your muse leans tantalisingly close to my muse to retrieve something or catch their attention.
- [ LOOK ] : your muse initiates intense eye contact with my muse.
- [ ALONE ] : our muses find one another alone in an isolated setting.
- [ ASK ] : your muse asks my muse if they’re single.
- [ WHISPER ] : your muse leans close to my muse’s ear in order to whisper something to them.
- [ BRUSH ] : your muse reaches forward to brush a strand of my muse’s hair from their eyes.
- [ STEADY ] : your muse steadies my muse by placing their hands on their waist when my muse almost falls against them.
- [ SMILE ] : your muse begins to grin at something my muse is saying, like a big unstoppable grin.
- [ PULL ] : your muse pulls my muse into their side as they’re walking together.
- ❝ no one’s ever done that to me before. ❞
- ❝ could you play with my hair? ❞
- ❝ i can’t remember the last time i did this with someone. ❞
- ❝ that feels nice. ❞
- ❝ i haven’t been hugged in years. ❞
- ❝ i never want to let go. ❞
- ❝ let’s just cuddle forever. ❞
- ❝ you put your arm around me and i literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic. ❞
- ❝ i just want to be held for a little while. ❞
- ❝ you’re legally obligated to keep holding me. ❞
- ❝ i think i forgot what human contact felt like. ❞
- ❝ i need to remember what hugs feel like. ❞
- ❝ do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer? ❞
- ❝ my family was never the touchy-feely type. ❞
- ❝ i’ve never been in a relationship before, so i don’t really know how to do the whole…kissing thing. ❞
- ❝ you were my first kiss. ❞
- ❝ could we cuddle, like, platonically? ❞
- ❝ i’m in desperate need of a hug. ❞
- ❝ i didn’t even know i was ticklish there! ❞
❝WITH EERIE ACCURACY, I might add. At least in accordance to what my spies have gathered.❞ The villagers thought that Cassandra was blessed by the gods and given the gift of foresight as a result, but how much of that was true and how much of it was wishful thinking? Anyone could easily play the role of charlatan if they could figure out just how to beguile the masses. He had seen it before, for there would always be such individuals who existed no matter if they were priests or some traveling performer. Her words about him sending a scribe was true… He had heard things about how that gift of hers worked. The scribe’s words could not quite be taken to heart because Ramses was a man who preferred to see things with his own two eyes. The excited explanation of some minor scribe would not do much to move his heart towards curiosity. It would just heighten his suspicion.
He had opened his mouth to say more, though paused when Cassandra’s entire expression froze. Lips curled into a deep frown, confusion evident upon his features. Even as she looked off into the distance, he knew those eyes were gazing upon something that he could not see. It was said that seers sometimes were torn away from the present and hurled into the future or the past at a moment’s notice; the area around them changing, images shifting before their eyes that could sometimes be difficult to decipher at the time without further pondering. What do you see? That was what he nearly asked, and yet, this too could be a ruse to gain the favor of a king. It was not until she spoke that surprise flickered in his gaze. Those words—! How did she know of this? Ramses had done his best to try and cover up the disaster that the Plagues had wrought upon his land. Even is enemies were fed lies that he hoped continued to satiate their palettes.
Yet this woman, this foreigner spoke as if she had been right there during the last duration of it all. The death, the wails that filled the streets as many cradled their dead sons and daughters. The Duat was overflowing that day, and for a moment, he wondered if the dead would curse his very name as they sailed off down that long stretch of river. He did not like recalling this, for it was a moment that filled him with great sadness and anger all in one. ❝So…you do have a gift, or perhaps in your case, Cassandra, Daughter of King Priam and Queen Hecuba, a curse is a better word.❞ Yes, he knew of her. Troy was a city that he could not help but know of. He did not keep up with foreign lands intensely unless there was something to gain from their conflicts with others, but he had heard things from those that traveled through his land. ❝Why have you decided to flee here? Did you think that you would not be discovered if you hid among desert sand?❞ He purposely chose not to speak of the vision Cassandra had just seen.
“hmpf, eerie? you should hear the things a proper oracle can predict” a proper oracle loved not hated by apollo. when he came to them amid the fumes and smoke of herbs. though cassandra never needed those methods to find herself capable of glimpsing such things. not that his spies would know such things… and really? spies? for a woman predicting where a fisherman should cast his net and what crops to plant? oh this man is careful… then again so had been his father. she could still remember her parents talk about this kingdom. they had no proper connection besides the barest of trades but she knows they spoke with respect of this family.
she could scold herself for staying here for so long. a king like him… she should have just kept wandering. and now with the vision revealing the truth — well. the chance of playing dumb and then packing and disappearing had just vanished.
the princess posture changes, mimicking the way she had seen her brothers sit at tables when discussing war, when negotiating. it might be somewhat unbecoming of a woman to show such confidence but she had lost the ability to care all too much.
“fled? oh you think they are looking for me? no, forgive me for saying this pharaoh, but your host is nothing but a corpse” cassandra raises her hand, moving the fabrics she had wrapped around herself away, revealing a scar underneath her neck where someone clearly had done a clumsy job of cutting her throat. “after troy was sacked I was taken along by one of the kings… as you see his wife was not too happy with my presence. she had us both killed - or so she believes. it worked with him, less with me. anyway, this seems a little bit of a predicament then, yes? I’d prefer to stay dead” similarly to him, she simply skipped over the rather unfavorable topic of her powers being a curse.
…cassandra wouldn’t be stupid enough to mention that she had insulted a god. she first needed to know what this man would do with his knowledge about her existence. “I’d very much would love to hear your thoughts on what to do now, though if I may be so bold, I have a suggestion too - but I believe it would be polite to first let the king speak”
“Are you telling me you can’t tell the difference between a salad and a flower?”
“a lot of flowers are actually edible or can be used for medicine, so technically there is not much difference. so I do know the difference I just do not care for it!”
learned that people make like. lil saddles for chickens so that the rooster won’t hurt them too much & people make some with really cute patterns & I just wanna say : em.er makes some too. cute chicken saddles with adorable patterns that she makes inspired by her chickens personalities. & even though he won’t need one, she’d make one for her rooster too.
how did her little trick work again? it’s been years since she had to use her ability to fake cry on command ( a great gift if you were a little sister like her ). she is tearing up, giving a rather pathetic little sniffle “I thought… that we are already friends, king? are you saying you do not care?”
of course she can barely finish the sentence without starting to giggle, quickly hiding her laughter behind her hands “ ‘m sorry. ‘m sorry, I had to! hate to break it to you, but we are friends.”
I mean. at least cass thinks they are friends. they are fun to write, because both are usually rather deflective - theseus with his pride and ego and cass with her her cynical attitude. you’d think that’s a combo ready for disaster but they work surprisingly fine as friends, even though they to bicker and have arguments.
but I adore their softer moments, the moments where walls somewhat drop, when they talk about the reality of their pasts. how that helps them seeing eye to eye, or at least, trying to understand the other despite extremely different lives lived.
aengus already considers myles a friend. which is already a compliment, aengus might get along with people as his company but it’s just on a surface level, he doesn’t really befriend them anymore - myles is different though, he’s one of the few modern people that aengus doesn’t mind having around for longer periods of times.
…sadly for the god of love, he’s a bit slow with understanding what myles wants. just. grab that guy and kiss him. he’ll understand that. and he wouldn’t mind moving in that direction !!
something in his heart breaks. he had just wanted to comfort the god, let him know that he did deserve better. that the way people treated him was wrong. but the way hypnos replied, the confusion, the fear that someone, either hades or perhaps worse, nyx said something… the way his question became a rambling, blaming himself… for what even?
it took zagreus back. back when he had been a child, after every fight with his father he would cry. ‘it’s my fault that he hates me’. he’s mostly outgrown those thoughts, or perhaps he just learned to cope with it. the prince had found his reassurance somewhere else. in the encouraging words of his teacher or the soothing words of mother night.
a mother that hasn’t talked to her own son in… how long? only addressing him if she had to? nyx didn’t yell like hades did, he had never seen her and her sons argue the way zagreus and his father did. perhaps it would be even good for hypnos to talk to her that way for once. ( but that’s not how hypnos is, isn’t he? ) he’s sleep incarnate, a gentle touch to ease people into their dreams, similarly to how thanatos could never bring violent death, even charon, despite an appearance that may frighten humans, could be reassuring. simply bringing the shades to the house, not judging what they did in life. the brothers are gentle, each in their own way.
but hypnos… even when zagreus rolled his eyes at sleep’s advice, even if he sounded tired in his banter, he appreciated the other. to be greeted with that grin was refreshing, especially when he had to talk to hades afterwards. though it makes the prince wonder if he should have said something earlier, make sure hypnos knew that zagreus appreciated him.
“hypnos. hypnos calm down for a moment. nobody said anything, and even if, why would I care?” zagreus sighs and brushes back his hair. “you’re not at fault for anything…” it’s not as if hypnos work had an actual end, people always died and would line up in the house. and people would always need sleep.
“hypnos, I am saying this as your friend: you need a break. and I mean that” he especially needed to get out of this hall, away from people either nagging him or ignoring him. “…wanna come with me?” he suddenly asks, slightly surprised at his own suggestion. “I’ll just say I want to test something… I’m sure mother could help me convince father.” besides, it’s not as if he escapes fully by himself, considering he had the boons and even other forms of help. and hypnos wouldn’t need to assist him, just follow him.
“I mean when I do an escape run. you can stay behind me. we’ll talk on the way up… I don’t think I’ve been a particularly good friend to you recently. even though you’ve always been there for me.”
Shipping Call - Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these
💚 - friendship
💙 - kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond )
💔 - past relationship
💜 - hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away )
💛 - hateship ( enemies )
💟 - friends with benefits
❤ - romantic relationship
“is there complicated affection?” there shouldn’t be, right? though he knows what hypnos actually means. and it’s such a simple statement, such a normal wish and yet, the prince cannot help but find a bit of melancholy in it. how long has hypnos not received any form of affection to just crave it, even just little bits of it?
zagreus makes quite a show out of yawning and stretching. and then he simply drops on the lounge he recently commissioned for the god and with a grin, he pulls the floating form with him. hands ruffle through soft hair, still keeping hypnos in his hug. “it seems I might still be under the influence of some boon” he says, loud enough for others to hear “if I want to properly test our security I probably should rest and it would be much easier to do here” there. that should be enough to have most people not question this and leave him, and most importantly, hypnos, alone for a bit.
his fingers slow down a little, content to just lazily play with sleep’s hair, before pressing a careful kiss to the crown of his head. “you’ll have to stay here until I wake up” hopefully that will be enough for at least a little bit to let hypnos know that if he wants affection, the prince at least won’t shy away from giving it to him.
anonymous asked : You said Cassandra had a crush on Helena I want to know more about it! Would you write about it?
leaning against the wall, cassandra crosses her arms as she watches helen try to organize herself. she waits for a moment before softly clearing her voice to let the other woman know that she isn’t alone anymore. “going back won’t end this” cassandra simply says, her dark eyes staring down helen. “if you are lucky you are taken back while the fighting still continues. though I assume your chances are higher that menelaus or agamemnon will kill you on sight. that is if you make it that far and aphrodite doesn’t just lift you up and brings you right back here.”
the spartan queen’s expression changes. for a moment she sees confusion and then… she simply sits down, head buried between her hands. “strange. for once I believe your words”
“because they aren’t a prophecy. I am just assuming things.” cassandra sits down next to helen, placing a hand on her shoulder. she can barely imagine the burden the queen is carrying, to hear people blame her for all of this. ‘the face that has launched a thousand ships’. it isn’t a compliment, it is a curse. a curse given to helen just by being born partly divine.
“you are not at fault. we know that, helen. I know sometimes my siblings can be harsh, but it’s just fear. someone in greece would have attacked troy anyway” probably even agamemnon. and he probably would have been able to bring a rather large army - perhaps not this size, perhaps the war would already over by then - but it wasn’t helen’s fault.
“even if I am just an excuse, those men still came here because of that oath they swore. if it were not for me…”
“an oath they had to made because they were greedy!” cassandra suddenly stands up. “because only one could have you and for what? because you are beautiful? you never asked for that. if you were born a prince you would already be sung as a hero but…” but helen was born as helen. and the whole world tugged on her with no regards for what she wanted. kidnapped young, freed again, then when too many suitors appeared, simply used as a clever device to stop some idiots from burying axes into heads. and even the gods… had aphrodite even considered what helen wanted when she offered her to paris? had paris ever considered it?
“besides. if you leave… I would be lonely” cassandra suddenly admits, chuckling a little when she sees helen’s surprised expression - alright, there is a thrill in making such a beautiful face look at her in such a way. “you’re the only one who genuinely does not seem uncomfortable by my presence” everyone else seemed to dread the possibilities of hearing one of her prophecies. she can see it in their faces, how weary and tired they are of her words… they stopped trying to fight the curse years ago ( or never believed in it in the first place ). it was easier to simply guide cassandra to her room and suggest she gets some rest ( and then lock her up for the day ).
helen however did not mind, she always smiled when cassandra enters a room, invites her to her chambers, talks to her and makes her laugh when she mimics people’s voices. how often did cassandra fin herself laughing because helen perfectly imitated her mother’s scolding tone.
“cassandra, that is nonsense you are loved and… and once all of this is over… perhaps we can find a solution to your problem. I know you are not lying, it is just so hard to believe in the moment. but I can see it…” perhaps it is the divine blood within helen, cassandra had noticed that troilus seemed able to struggle against her curse too. “once this is all over cassandra, you can show me all those places you told me about, all those forests you discovered when you were little, sneaking out with the horses…” helen carefully takes the princess hand, gifting her with such a warm smile that cassandra could swear her knees were about to give up.
( sometimes she feels jealous that it is her brother who gets to kiss helen. she wishes she could be there for her, hold her at night and promise that things would be better )
but instead she only has those moments during the day and with a sad smile she nods, giving helen’s finger a gentle squeeze. “yes - once all of this is over… maybe.”
chickened out & deleted that post again - but if sb wants to view the images they are here on this blog . cw for mild nudity ?
@caustixsoul asked : ‘ everyone says i used to be a hero, but i can still taste the blood in my mouth & still feel bruises blooming because of my fists & my eyes are still stretched wide & terrified. ’ From theseus to Cass ( sentence prompt // selectively accepting )
with a sigh, cassandra extends her hand, motioning for him to place his hand in hers. carefully, as if those bruises were still there, she slowly removes the blue gloves. “they seem like fine, strong hands to me” she mumbles, though still treating them with the utmost care.
“let me tell you a story, theseus. do you know that my father’s name was not priam at first? when he was born my grandparents named him podarces. when he was around twelve, heracles attacked troy for an old wrong done to him. he killed every member of the royal family - all, besides my aunt hesione and my father. she bought him free that day and through that act, he became king and build troy back up to the beautiful city I knew. ‘priam’ simply refers to him having been bought, he never let anyone believe that bothered him.
…but he was afraid that day. even later, when I was little and begged my mother to sleep by her side, I would see him wake up at night, eyes wide and terrified. and later too, during the war, no matter if sister or brother: I saw fear in their eyes, I heard them wake from nightmares, stare at parts of their bodies with scars, as if they expected those to open once more. I cannot count how often I bandaged one of my brothers hands.” sometimes, she could still feel her own scars. sometimes when she rested, she could feel the knife cut through her again… those last few moments of her life. and then she has to admit, that she is a dead person still fearful of death.
“your fear, your bruises: your memories of those things. you are not a hero in spite of them, but because of them. they make you more human. they make you the son of the parents you loved… a person that fights with no fear, with nothing behind their actions is even less than a beast.” because even beasts fight to survive.
“you do not have to be proud of this, though if you wished you could. but personally I do not think those thoughts make you any less, king theseus.”
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@caimkairos asked : “Hush, my queen… hah… your servants are cleaning the hall outside~” A lie, of course- they just have some shikigami cleaning outside for the thrill of it- but it isn’t like Douman is about to mention that part. Not when they’re going hard and fast, annoyed only that doggy style means they can’t stare at Cassandra’s expression. The way they can nearly double over her is enough compensation. “Unless you need help- nnnh- being quiet…!~” Then, they stop moving completely. “Is this better?~”
by the gods, who even made the servants clean the halls now? she is fairly sure they shouldn’t even be near her chamber but… her mind is too occupied to really focus on such a thing.
the queen muffles a moan with a pillow, some form of curse leaving her lips too. it’s all she’s been saying for a while, every thrust sending her body closer and closer to the edge as she feels overwhelmed by the sheer size and speed that douman is dictating.
the moment they stop, cassandra struggles for breath, her whole body shivering. “I didn’t… tell you to stop” her words are supposed to sound more regal but they escape her more like a whine, a begging tone - she didn’t want them to stop. she wanted them, every part of them, to be buried within her just like their curses had been burned into her soul.
“I didn’t allow you to stop” her voice sounds more assured now. “I do not mind if the servants hear us” it’s not a secret that the two of them share that kind of relationship. and even if, it was nobody’s business, especially when douman had killed the greek army. the servants should simply be grateful and let the queen thank her servant the way they deserved to be rewarded.
“go on, however fast or slow you want, I am yours for the day and night to have.”
i think.someone should hold cass. just be gentle with her. just be soft with her !!