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I am archiving this blog and starting over some where new. If you wish to follow send me an IM and I will give you the new url!

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I am archiving this blog and starting over some where new. If you wish to follow send me an IM and I will give you the new url!

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I am archiving this blog and starting over some where new. If you wish to follow send me an IM and I will give you the new url!

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I am archiving this blog and starting over some where new. If you wish to follow send me an IM and I will give you the new url!

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I am archiving this blog and starting over some where new. If you wish to follow send me an IM and I will give you the new url!

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I am archiving this blog and starting over some where new. If you wish to follow send me an IM and I will give you the new url!

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I am archiving this blog and starting over some where new. If you wish to follow send me an IM and I will give you the new url!

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I’m going to go on an unfollowing spree because there’s a lot of blogs here that I just don’t write with??? And I’m beginning to get really self conscious about whether people like/want to write with me and I feel decluttering the dash will help with that

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Elizabeth Gillies as Callie Ross in Killing Daddy (2014)

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Me: Oh coochie coochie coo, waneenee. Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy, c'mere my smol baby. Awe look at those eyes and those cheeks, such strong teeth. You're a really beautiful color, did you know?

Crocodile: *stares intently at me*

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👿.     “     𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓     𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒     ”     𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄     .

a     collection     of     scenarios     that     involve     our     muses     being     ‘     soft     /     affectionate     ’     .     feel     free     to     specify     ,     or     send     ‘     SOFT     ’     for     me     to     randomly     generate     a     number     .     do     not     copy     &     redistribute     as     your     own     .

01. my muse pulls yours into a tight embrace .

02. our muses press their foreheads together .

03. my muse rests their head against your muses shoulder .

04. our muses hold hands .

05. my muse runs their fingers through your muses hair .

06. our muses share a bed .

07. our muses bathe / shower together .

08. my muse brings yours breakfast in bed .

09. our muses reunite after time apart .

10. our muses go for a late night drive .

11. our muses watching the stars together .

12. our muses cooking together .

13. my muse wiping cream / chocolate / food from your muses cheek .

14. our muses dancing together .

15. my muse throwing yours over their shoulder & carrying them .

16. our muses sharing inside jokes .

17. our muses out on a date .

18. our muses share a quiet moment together .

19. our muses have a movie night together .

20. our muses almost kiss .

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i dont have “delusions of grandeur” i AM grand and powerful and very, very sexy and you all just have to accept that

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Me, breaks down crying from stress, anxiety and depression while eating a peanut butter sandwich; am I Natasha Romanoff yet?

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- - - - - GOOD, GO NOT BREATHE FAR AWAY FROM ME

     Why was she here? That was such a simple question with so many ways to answer. And Hades wasn’t entirely certain how to. Not until her second question formed on her pretty lips and made her frown. “Who could be better than you?” Hades asked. There was something incredibly earnest about his words? He wasn’t entirely sure what it was about her, but she had drawn him in immediately when he’d seen her. “Who else would I rather have than you?”

Persephone blinked, unfazed by the flattery of his own question. Did he think she would grow soft for him because of a few pretty words? Persephone resisted the urge to roll her eyes, her steel gaze hardened. “Several others.” The Goddess answered easily, “A goddess or even nymph that actually knows the underworld in more than rumors. Any of my sisters.” Not Artemis or Athena of course, but Hebe or Eileithyia perhaps. Hera certainly would not fight against a marriage for them the way that Demeter fought, and continued to fight for her. “You would let all life above be driven to the breaking point for a passing whim.” 

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- - - - - MACARIA

     A soft pout came onto Macaria’s lips when he snapped at her, but what really got to her was when he elbowed her. Teary eyes looked at her brother with hurt. “I wasn’t trying to steal it…” she mumbled. Macaria had always been too gentle for the isle - but it was what it was. She was the daughter of a ‘villain’ (although how a God could be a villain she would never understand) and so she apparently belonged here. “I just wanted to see your new book…” Mac liked to see when he got new things. She liked to see what made her brother happy. “I wasn’t going to ruin it or anything…” Mac adored her brother fiercely, after all. She didn’t want to hurt him. Even if he wanted to hurt her. Macaria rubbed at her side as she tried to blink away tears.

The young God bit the inside of his cheek, his sister’s tears hadn’t escaped his gaze and Zagreus was overcome with equal amount of guilt and annoyance. If he could avoid coming home altogether he would. Not out of hatred for Macaria, though jealousy was always a dominant feeling when it came to his sister. Zagreus himself could not place a finger on his dislike, this dull hatred that burned beneath his ribs. Maybe it was born from how easy it was for her to get attention from their Dad or how years on the Isle hadn’t made her hard and bitter. Whatever the reason it hardly mattered now, the boy certainly saw no reason to try and change it now. “You can see it when I’m done,” Zagreus grumbled, “Not before, alright?” He held her gaze long enough to make sure that Macaria understood, before he turned on his heel and flopped on his bed, book held tightly to his chest. “Where’s Dad?” More importantly, why isn’t she bothering him.