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sculkeeper:

                        ❛ the reason for my surprise when seeing your GRACE cross that door.        but always welcome indeed.        && you know me too well sister,        both reason will be appreciate indeed. ❜

            ❛  surprise?  hopefully it’s pleasantly so. i’d be rather offended if it wasn’t.  ❜   a crack of a grin,  playful only in her brother’s presence.  dear hades, far kinder to her than most.    ❛  be sure to dress nicely. wouldn’t want you to stick out more than usual, would we?  ❜

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vindictiveolympianqueen:

❝Oh, don’t sound so wounded. When’s the last time you saw me cook anything? It’s Indian. Been a long while since we’ve had that.❞

          ❛  hmm.  maybe when  ---- nope. never mind. shit, mom, who knows. you’re probably rusty, maybe indian IS better.  ❜    he’s teasing, of course. well ... mostly.

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pcntia:

           —“You know how MEN are, particularly gods. They think women are their property, unless their claimed by someone else. Have you tried leading him to believe your attentions are occupied elsewhere? Of course–he may only be spurred on more.”

               ❛  ----gods, i think i’d almost rather sleep with hermes than pretend to like anyone else.  i can’t believe i wasted a bottle of wine on this.  ❜

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nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back or their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

bold which habits your muse has

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@filiacaelum​:  

Jasmine paused, straightening herself. “You’re right of course my lady. I am going to be great. Maybe I won’t be better than Jason, maybe I will. But I am going to try. I am a warrior. Thank you for reminding me.”

“Of course I am already here to serve you my patron. But there is any way I can make it permanent? I want to fight for you. No matter what. Oh wait I know this, it’s an oath on the River Styx.”

             ❛  good. comparing yourself is never healthy. you will do what you can, and others will do as they can. you’re already an excellent warrior, jasmine. do not forget that.  ❜    brows rose,  surprise apparent on the goddess’ face at such a bold declaration.  hera reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder.   ❛  ---perhaps, in time, you might do so. but such an oath is not necessary, dear one. you have already proven your loyalty enough.  ❜

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flowerwreathed:

        —“As if a vase will make a difference between a flower surviving under water or not.” She sighs. “Rest assured, Uncle, I can take them back with me. Surely they will brighten my bedside for the ten minutes they have before they wither.” 

          ❛  i thought i’d have a better chance of survival if the flowers came in nice vases. ---- but if you’re going to take them, fantastic! gets hera and zeus off my back, and you can enjoy them far more than i could.  ❜

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rosecrownd:

“it may be boring to you, but I quite enjoy not having blood constantly getting under my fingernails. besides, you can ruin a man just as easily with a kiss as you could with violence.”

      ❛  as someone who has spent her entire life carefully considering things, sometimes a little mindless violence is necessary to let off steam.  i’ll respect your wishes, then ---  ❜

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ofstarsandtheheavens:

            urania didn’t even bother trying to appear chastised, and rolled her eyes when she was sure he wouldn’t see. ❝ i was paying attention. ❞ she doubted if her words sounded even the slightest bit convincing. admittedly, he had some basis to his accusation; it wasn’t unusual for her to drift in and out of conversation, voices lapsing into a dull murmur of background noise.

           ❝ you can’t expect every mortal to be well-versed in cryptids. and why exactly were you accosting the poor woman with stories of the kraken, anyway? ❞

           he squinted.  poseidon could sense the bullshit without even trying. normally he’d be offended, but the bored look on her face told him that his story wasn’t as interesting as he thought. damn --- he needed to work on his material.    ❛  paying attention my ass. you’re lucky i’m a forgiving and generous soul.  ❜        look who’s bullshitting now, poseidon.

           ❛  she was talking about that stupid movie, where voldemort plays hades. she called it a sea monster. i informed her that it was a kraken. she disagreed.  ❜

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just here to remind you that you are one of a kind and a joy to see in my dash, and you're a swetheart, don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

         thank you so much !!!! it means a lot <3 right back at ya!

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sculkeeper:

                      he said no words letting his sister say her prayers,         a party was what had brought hera to his KINGDOM,        pleased he was to know his sister had once again remember him.         even better when he highlighted that zeus wouldn’t be there.        ❛ well if you had come all the way HERE to invite me,        it would be just RUDE to refuse your  invitation. ❜

           ❛  that it would be, dear brother. i do not travel down here lightly, even if it does concern you. i do hope you’ll be attending ---- it would certainly please hestia, and eternally piss off demeter. i think we would both appreciate those things, wouldn’t we?  ❜

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rosecrownd:  

“I’m a lover not a fighter, but I’m always willing to cheer you on as you kick his ass.” 

         ❛  boring. it’s always fun to kick ass every once in a while. only where it’s due, of course. like now! i could always use a cheerleader, though.  ❜

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filia-caelum:

“I hope so milady. I want to be a warrior too. Just like Jason will be. He’s the best but I want to be great too.”

        ❛  do not compare yourself to him, dear. jason is an excellent warrior ---- but to say that he is better than you is already admitting defeat. do not limit yourself. that is weakness.  ❜

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pcntia:

            —“Are you asking for yourself, or that daughter of yours?” She smiles widely–though now is not the time to joke. “Turning down suitors, though…I suppose I would have to know more about the  specific situation you’ve found yourself in.” 

         ❛  ---doesn’t matter who it’s for. what matters is that hermes is a persistent pain in the ass who won’t lay off. normally i’d smack him upside the head and be done with it, but alas... i wanna let him down easy ----- not that i’d expect ‘that’ of him, but i just. help me, alright?  ❜

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There's this thing that y'all don't seem to get.

Gryffindors don’t give a shit about rules. The most hardline of them don’t even care about people. They care about justice. Right or wrong, black or white, there are no shades of grey. If it’s just, it’s always just; if it’s unjust, it’s always wrong. Hermione’s ruthlessness makes her a Gryffindor. She is absolutely sure that she is on the side of justice in everything that she does, and it’s such a Gryffindor trait.

Because Slytherins are ruthless, but they care about rules. Their own rules, usually, but rules nonetheless. They will impose parameters and limitations on themselves just so they have a framework to operate within. If doing something means violating their own internal code, then they’re not gonna do it. Even fucking Voldemort is like that. He broke every single fucking rule the Wizarding World ever put in place, but damn if he’d break his own.

And Ravenclaws? They hate rules. Fucking things just get in the way. They prevent creativity and keep people from accomplishing their goals. Ravenclaws are probably some of the most dangerous people in the entirety of the book series, because they’re brilliant and creative and ambitious and prideful, and when they snap, they do not have inhibitions. They will wreck everything that ever had the nerve to get in their way, and they will never once feel bad about it.

And then there’s Hufflepuffs. They emphasize equality. If the playing field is equal, then all other good things will come from there. People hear that, and they think that Hufflepuffs are pushovers. They cast them as the shy ones, the fearful ones, the insecure ones. Really, they’re none of these things. They are nice, accepting, friendly, this is all true, but they are also entirely willing to fight anyone that steps up to the plate talking shit. Hufflepuffs will defend themselves and other people until they drop dead, and it’s infuriating to see that only ever attributed to Gryffindors. Because the big difference is that a Gryffindor believes in acceptable causalties, and a Hufflepuff will knock your teeth down your fucking throat for even suggesting such a disgusting idea. For Hufflepuffs, there are no acceptable casualties; any loss of life is utterly unacceptable.

There are a lot of people that talk about House stereotyping, and then turn around and perpetuate further stereotypes. Gryffindors are not necessarily knights in shining armor; Slytherins are not necessarily callous villains; Ravenclaws are much more than just intelligent, and Hufflepuff is not the motherfucking potato House.

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bitchsnake:

     ❛   yeah.   is that your aesthetique ?   ❜   lips quirk into a faint smile,   lashes fluttering against the high arch of her cheek.   a sigh,   slow drag, steady plume.   she awaits an answer,   eyeing the arrangement of liquors that line the bar.   maybe she was generous that night.

           ❛  ---more like what i’m used to. guess it’s drilled in my head ; not a worthy party unless your head’s numb and you’ve got six different hands on you.  ❜    another long drag, savouring the smoke before she exhales to the roof, snuffing out the cig with a frown.    ❛  you have a name, then?  ❜

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ideal winter date: you throw snowballs towards me. i punch all of them out of the air. it looks pretty cool and you're impressed