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OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS

APHRODITE laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, thrives on attention, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, your girlfriend thinks they’re attractive, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled wrath, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account.

ARES armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fists raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell will make you think, exhausted, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA discerning gaze, unreadable face, the patience of a lifelong teacher, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, go-getter, balls of wool displayed on shelves, ancient buildings, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

DEMETER soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.

HERA resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

HERMES devil-may-care smile, ink-stained hands, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, the sea casting its spell, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns for more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS thunder in their heart, running on coffee cocaine, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, pretends they don’t have feelings but they do, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy calendar with ease, most likely to be voted class president out of their peers, expensive watch

tagged by: stolen from @oftherailroad tagging: take it

#bencanons #long post

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wreckogniize-blog · 7 years ago

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inktober #1! wanted to start simple just to warm up so. maci and her gross werewolf boyfriend. its hard to believe that ben was once a jock. thank u maci for putting a stop to that

maci is @officermisspaulings!

#ref #ooc

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oftherailroad:

She beams, elated that she finally seems to have found something the man will take in exchange for the box.

“Great! Here- wait.”

Maci sets her bag on the floor and kneels before it, pulling out a few items in her renewed search for sugary products. She hums quietly as she does so and after a few minutes, has produced a small pile of snack cakes, sweet rolls, and a couple colas.

“Here.” she says, standing and holding the items out to him. “I think that should about cover it.”

Maci grabs her bag, slinging it again over her shoulder, and hums. “….I should probably get goin’ though…. Thanks, again.”

Ben blinks at her, surprised by her generosity. That being said, he already has a taste for these treats... so he hesitates a lot less this time around, taking them when she offers. In all honesty, these are probably worth more than the dinky box he retrieved for her, but he’s not about to tell her to stop giving him things.

“ Okay, ” is all he says in acknowledgement of her departure. She’s leaving with hardly any scraps, but Ben seems vastly more concerned with unwrapping sweet treats and stuffing them in his mouth.

After a minute or so of watching her go, though, he slows down. A beat- he stows the colas and remaining treats into his bag and trots off after her, all the while licking sugar off of his hand. Ben doesn’t say anything- simply follows behind her, about twenty feet back, matching her pace.

#follows u #oftherailroad

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oftherailroad:

Maci huffs softly and picks the box back up, resigning herself to keep it. She doesn’t understand it- any of it: why he’s helping her, why he’s refusing what, by all accounts, is a really decent find? It’s not what she’s used to dealing with out here.

“Well… ‘least lemme trade you for some food or somethin’.” She pulls her pack off her back and flips it open, and begins to root around for a few items. Almost immediately she pulls out a package of (slightly smushed) snack cakes and holds it out for him to take.

“I promise I got more that ain’t so squished. Or stims, if you’d rather.”

Ben doesn’t protest, opting instead to silently watch as she retrieves the treat from her bag. He does, however, appear apprehensive to take it.

A long moment passes, and he finally reaches out, delicately accepting her kind gesture. Truly, he hadn’t expected anything in return for the box. Ben meant it when he said it held no particular value for him- if anything, she was doing him a favor by taking it off his hands. But still, she seems to have taken his gesture as generous, and... he’s not really about to turn down free food.

He does stare at the cakes for a while, though, perplexed. It’s been a while since he’s had these. Another beat and he tears the package open, stuffing an entire cake into his mouth.

“ ...thif if fine. ”

#oftherailroad

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bold all that apply.

repost. do not reblog.

TAGGED BY. n/a

TAGGING. anyone

#bencanons #long post #ooc

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oftherailroad:

She can feel the sensation of eyes on her as she shuffles odds and ends mindlessly; it makes her hair stand on end, but not so much that Maci feels like she should get out of the area.

But then the man zips past her, and Maci has to reassess whether or not she feels she should leave. Slowly, she reaches for her gun- a tiny pistol, not really meant to do much damage, and steels herself in case she needs to use it.

She jumps as he punches the metal box and blinks, dumbfounded, at him when he crouches to hand it to her. Maci takes it delicately and peers inside, curious as to the contents.

Her eyes scan over the items in the box and she looks back to the man.

“I.. I can’t take this. You found it. ‘s only fair if you keep it.”

Ben looks at the box and then back at her, as if he has to process what she’s saying. He understands- it can be intimidating to take things from strangers who don’t expect anything in return. Still, though, he offers it to her once more.

“ I don’t want it. ”

He gently sets the box down in front of her, hoping she’ll take it. After a moment, he seems to realize that what he said may have come off a bit rude... he stands up, brushing the dirt off of his legs.

“ I mean- I won’t use any of that. Takes up too much space. ”

Ben has a sort of satchel slung over his shoulder- he pulls it from behind him and opens it, revealing the sparse contents to her. A couple stimpaks, some bandages, a can of beans. Miscellaneous plants. “ I don’t use caps unless I have to. You can sell those, though, ” he says, pointing to the box once more.

#oftherailroad

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oh yeah, i forgot that i havent finished this blog yet. as a general summary: ben is a super tall, stoic, intimidating looking guy who really likes to punch things and really prefers not to wear shirts. :)

#ooc #bencanons

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Maci takes a step back, casually, as if allowing for more room between them and looks to where he’s pointing. Now that the initial shock of his presence has dissipated, she relaxes, as much as she can around a stranger.

“Oh. Um, thanks.”

Wordlessly she tries to figure out how late she can afford to be to the drop before the job starts falling apart; it hasn’t been terribly long since she was asked to go, and Maci likes to leave a little room for error on her missions anyway so… she has time to pretend to gather scrap.

She makes her way to the location and begins digging through the junk, looking for anything she may be able to sell once she gets back home.

Ben watches, silent, as she walks away. Before she even makes it to the fence, he’s trailing after her, observing her movements. She doesn’t seem like much of a threat... but he’s been taken by surprise before. Better safe than sorry.

He doesn’t say anything as she starts digging, just watches from several feet away. A beat- he turns his attention toward the pile, scanning over it.

Ben always liked to think of himself as a connoisseur of crap.

In a swift motion, he closes the distance between them and reaches beside her, plunging his bare hand into a filthy pile of miscellaneous, broken down items. From the bottom, he retrieves a metal box about the size of his head. It has a rusted lock on it- without a moment of hesitation, he throws his fist at it. It cracks just enough that he can pull the box open- inside is some tape, adhesive, nails, and a few caps. Sitting back on his feet, he delicately offers the box to the woman.

“ Here. ”

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