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“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re walking like a disney witch,” Antonia chuckeled as she looked over at her companian today. They were walking down the Corinth’s main street towards the ocean. Spring was rolling over to summer and the Aegean Sea was warm and the sun was bright. She was excited to get out and soak up some sunshine.

@corinthbaystarters

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kyler-weston‌:

“I don’t need to practice the basics.” A snip, more aggression in his tone than before. The tea cup in his hand was brought up to his lips before he could say anymore, taking a much bigger sip this time around in hopes the sedatives kicked in soon. For four long, agonizing years, all Kyler did was practice the basics. Drilled day in and day out, they were the least of his concern. “Sorry…it’s just, I let my emotions take control too much and it’s like they overflow into my magic.”

Antonia sat still next to Kyler as he spoke and nodded. “It’s okay. The hardest part about casting is emotional control. It’s the same for werewolves too, anger is powerful.” She got up from the sofa and moved to the kitchen. Antonia could still see Kyler and wnt to pour more hot water in her cup.

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Hestia, Ares, Astyanax

30 Greek Mythology Headcanons / past meme

Hestia: Where do you feel most at home?

Lachenwald Cottage. It’s so peaceful and away from the noise of cities

Ares: What angers you the most?

Nazis

Astyanax: What is the most tragic thing to have happened to you or involving you?

My parents death is pretty tragic

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Thetis, Athene, Phaedra

30 Greek Mythology Headcanons / past meme

Thetis: What’s the most you’ve ever done for your loved ones?

I do whatever I can for my family, I mean it’s only me and my uncle now. But I did try to save my Muti and Vati. Try but didn’t succeed.

Athene: When was your strongest and bravest moment?

I took down several East German border guards in the 80s It started a roit.

Phaedra: Have you ever lusted after someone you shouldn’t have?

Fortunately, no.

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🍫 for kiera

🍫 - quietly hand over a treat/food item / past meme

Antonia had taked a few baking classes with Connor now and she’s pretty confident in her new found baking skills. She’s wacked out a good apple pie or two but her main baking obession is pastry. Antonia loves a rich buttery pastry, so it was natural that it was what she enjoyed baking the most.

In the box she sent on the counter of Kiki’s was filled with two croissants and two hazelnute pain au chocolat; Antonia beamed with pride.

@kieratandanu

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have you ever felt like you were missing something from your life?

AG: No.

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send me “have you evers” and I can only reply with “yes” or “no”

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Shit I’ve said to my cat; sentence starters

“What are you doing?”

“What did you knock over?”

“Don’t eat that!”

“What’s in your mouth? What do you have in your mouth?!?”

“Plastic isn’t food.”

“How did you get up there?”

“Are you stuck? You got yourself up there, you can get down.”

“I have to pee – can you move?”

“It’s so early, please stop.”

“I haven’t seen you in hours. Where were you hiding?”

“I know you’re trying to tell me something, I just don’t know what.”

“Don’t be mean! I’m just trying to love you!”

“You’re just the cutest thing ever.”

-points to mirror-  “That’s you!”

“I’m trying to take a picture of you, please stop moving.”

“You haven’t moved in hours.”

“How can you be such a bed hog? You’re so tiny!”

“You have the cutest nose.”

“Look at those feet-ies!”

“You’re like a gargoyle up there.”

“Don’t bite me, that’s rude.”

“You look so comfortable. I wish I could be that comfortable.”

“All you do is sleep and eat. That’s the life.”

“You are so lazy. You would not survive in the wild.”

“Could you blink, or something? You’re starting to freak me out.”

“Those squirrels look like they’re doing something shifty.”

- boops nose -

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@silaskyun​ / old friends & shitty wine

She sent her old friend a text yesterday evening. It’s been a long while since they were both in the same city. The past summers, she’s taught at University of King's College in Nova Scotia a graduate level Old English Literature; this was before she was offically offered the Homer project from Norton. She was excited to get the project, because she’d be in Greece every summer. 

Silas and Antonia go back a few decades; they met in the midst of the Revolutions of ‘89. Antonia was just overruled as alpha was was left without a pack when Silas came into her life, and these two becamse fast friends. She invited him to her home Lachenwald for Yule and they are written as they both traveled around the world. Tonight, she waited for him at Alarick’s bar, Dinoysus’. She nursed a glass of the local Malbec, and watched a random football match that ran on the tv.

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gabrielxnikephoros‌:

“It is my language,” he joked, wrinkling his nose. He didn’t want to explain how he knew all the dialects. “Don’t they think Homer may have been…made up? Or multiple people? There are so many different theories out there that I forget which ones hold any merit or not.” Gabriel leaned back onto his palms, listening to her speak. “You sound like you know your stuff. You should come around more often. Maybe I can pull out some of the really old things that I know are hidden in the shelves.”

Antonia smiled; she did know her Homer. She’s spend the better part of a decade compiling research. “There are several legal referances to a man named Homer, old memoirs that cite seeing Homer perform some of his Hymns. Although, he also may have been a crazy blind man too,” she gave a shakey laugh. “If you can find anything more--please let me know. This project is more of a history of the Greek language as much as it’s a translation.”

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kyler-weston‌:

“I know exactly where it comes from.” From letting Brycen get lost, to being unfaithful toward him, to turning out exactly like his father. The man present wasn’t the kind of man he ever imagined growing up. Popping open the first aid kit, Kyler placed the supplies to be used on the table before reaching down to his bag and pulling out a small container that’d pass as some lip balm. He unscrewed the cap. “I did.” Sterilizing his hands with some hand sanitizer, he threw on the gloves that came with the kit, gently taking Antonia’s hand to get a better view at her forearm. “Just something to help with the little burns acquired on the job.—Now this might sting…” He warned before dabbing at the wound with an alcohol wipe, fanning the area and applying a decent amount of the lavender creme. It’d help soothe the pain, leaving any sort of healing up to her body. Finally, he finished wrapping the bandage loosely.

Antonia has a high tolerance for pain; at least once a month, all her bones break and shift around to her wolf form. But Kyler’s salve did make her wince, a bit. She showed him a soft smile as he finished her bandage, “thank you.”

She moved back on to sofa to face the grimoire laying flat. She knew of some blinding spells in her mother’s book of shadows, but she’ll never offer any of it to a witch. Binding was immensly hard; like putting toothpaste back in it’s tube. Once power is reasled, it can be controled by it’s weilder, not put back in a box. “Where do you feel it goes wrong?” She lifted her tea cup to her lipstick’d lips and took a sip. “You can try some precision spells? Back to the basics.”

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She shifted on the bench; Antonia felt stiff. The Carinval partiers thought the fog rolling in was cool + more poored out into the streets. The wine glass in her hand beaded sweat as the golden wine warmed up. She was already a few glasses in, but the werewolf knew that her vexation was not from the wine.

She looked up + swilled the wine. The fog’s fingers rolled closer to her as she sat alone. Antonia gave a soft smile, “I think the more glasses I drink... the better the wine gets?”

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fiery-witch‌:

“Jesus Christ dude!” Vivian responded with a laugh that had clearly from from a scoff. After the lines: Your breasts remind me of Mount Rushmore — my face should be among them and Do you work at Subway? ‘Cause you just gave me a foot-long… She was done with men for the night. The dancing young woman just continued with, “I am clearly not interested. Plus if you can’t tell, this is my dance partner.” She grabbed the nearest person to her. 

@corinthbaystarters​

The wine nearly spilled over the rim as Antonia was tugged towards the woman. As her Antonia’s eyes adjusted she reconized her as Vivian Vidalis. She’s met with her and the witches breifly in the past. Antonia was regular in her sister Maya’s shop. “Oh--yes,” she quickly played along. “I was just getting another Merlot,” a toothy grin curled on her ruby lips.

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fire-blooded‌:

@corinthbaystarters​

“I’ve had way too much….” Damien near wailed as he half draped across the table he was seated at, his eyes intently focused on the remnants of what was before him. As the person he’d spoken to drew closer, they would be able to clearly see it was not wine that he had gorged himself on, but a large plate of cupcakes, cookies, and other assorted baked treats. “Take it. Before I fucking puke it all up and have to start all over again.” He went on, finally lifting his head and fixing his eyes on whoever it was beside him. 

Given his next choice for the night would be wine, there was really no hope for him to not make himself sick, or at the very least, suffer from some horrid sugar-induced crash tat would leave him feeling miserable. Surely, he had some sort of potion at home for that, but with all the excitement around him allowing him to forget the weight that had been on his shoulders the last few days, there was no chance of him leaving to go fetch it.

“Why would I want your scraps, genasi.” Antonia’s eyes narrowed under her mask at the sight of Damien. She walked up to the neared bar tent to get a refill on the Mount Oylmpyus Merlot; it was the only wine she liked by the local winery.

Damien was a thorn in her side for a few decades, but she did not expect to run into him at the Carnivale. Over a month ago she came across him looming over a victim, she let him get away that time, but there was people all around them. Starting a brawl with a genasi was tough enough, and corinth was teeming with tourists and locals. “Get your scraps away from me.” She pushed the cupcakes away from her, her voice came out as a growl.

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hypatiaxleaina‌:

Nemea had not come to the festival because she wanted to. This was frivolous human celebration. She’d come because she knew that the enemies of her kind, and the innocents, would be there. And it was her duty to protect them. She’d dressed because it only felt right to. The drinking, well- that came on the cusp of witnessing the breadth of her children forgo their responsibilities as shifters and if she was going to have to whip them back into shape, she needed a drink first. Too bad it took about an entire cask of wine to get her fully sloshed, but she wasn’t intent on getting anywhere near that. Approaching a rather interesting looking booth, she paused, one arm pressed against her stomach, the other held slightly aloft to cradle the cup to her chest. “Dionysus was not just a God who drank wine and slept with everything to come his way,” she started, turning her attention to the person beside her, “he was also quite artful in his wrath.” ( @corinthbaystarters​ )

“He’s the god of hundred names.” Antonia spoke over her wine glass. Her mask was slung around her neck: black gold and red--the colors of Deutschland. She found it a long time ago in a small Greman villiage during fasching. The blonde let a small smile curl on her red painted lips. “That’s what Sophocles wrote, what many Greeks beleive him to be-- madness, Pride of Thebes, King of Mysteries.” She took a sip from the melot red. It was a sour blend but the only one that she could stomach here.

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ajaxgriffin‌:

@corinthbaystarters​

“Listen. Atlas literally spent half the night rhine-stoning this. You try moving around in platform shoes for more than five minutes and see how you feel.” The werewolf truly hated how his metabolism was a little too much for alcohol. It burned away quicker than he could even feel it, and now he was struggling with keeping up with everyone else who was drinking. Whether or not he was ready to keep going, however, was dependent on the person beside him. “Well? Are we doing another round of shots or should I just keep pretending this wine is good?”

“Oh, it’s not so bad,” Antonia looked at her glass again and tried to take a sip without making a face. She put down the glass and looked back at Ajax and started to laugh. “Okay, ‘tis that bad.” She put down her glass of wine and waved down the bar tender. “Two shots of--” She looked over her sholder at Ajax waiting for his input.

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