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Clutching the silk bedsheets, drenched in desire There she is with her beautiful, soft, red lips Showering her devotees in kisses and hugs Tenderly showing them the ways of her love Showing them the beauty that’s within each of their faces It is she who holds the power of sexuality Don’t you dare underestimate her Simply because she’s gifted you with the pleasures of sex

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“Aphrodite’s thirst was never quenched; it was cruel and dreamy. It was certainly the most splendid kind of thirst.”

— Arthur Rimbaud, from Selected Poems & Prose; “Silence and Sacrifice,”

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“there’s violence in her smile blood blooming on her lips don’t you know wolves protect their pack don’t you know dragons only breathe fire if dangers reckons and darling, she’s a queen, one who wears a crown that glitters but step closer when she beckons for the things that look like diamonds are in fact polished bones she’s the mayhem of the myths, the darling of the dead and the music of her laughter only inspires dread”

— This is How the Princess Becomes the Villain by Abby S

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“Don’t you dare pity her She traded a suffering soul for a throne of bones She exchanged watchful eyes for a court of her own The seasons of the earth depended on the very breath she took She had death wrapped around her fingers and spring at her beck and call and the ruler of the heavens tasked with finding her She turned the world upside down to find freedom The daughter of flowers escaped her prison made out of roots and thorns and became the queen of death and forged her new home out of shadows and power”

— Persephone was the real winner

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“if you gave me the chance I’d love you until the last star in the universe blinks away”

— let us try by Abby S

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“I asked Persephone, “How could you grow to love him? He took you from flowers to a kingdom where not a single living thing can grow.” Persephone smiled, “My darling, every flower on your earth withers. What Hades gave me was a crown made for the immortal flowers in my bones.””

— Nikita Gill, Conversations With Persephone

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Why do the young poets  all write about Persephone? 

                               Maybe it’s because                                we can relate. 

To a goddess?

                               To being half                                sunshine                                and half                                grave. 

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y’know, I know that tumblr gets a lot of shit for being obsessed with a Persephone, how they make her into something that she’s not supposed to be and misinterpret the actual myth etc. etc, but honestly? The fact that the people who are changing Persephone into who she has become to tumblr– the young woman who claims agency over herself and isn’t half so helpless as men would make her out to be, the woman who licks her fingers after every pomegranate seed, the woman who walks into hell with sunlight in her eyes, flowers in her hair, and hard ambition in her heart, –the people who do that are most often teenage girls themselves. It’s an act of reclaiming a piece of what’s practically pop culture and adapting it to the times, just like myths have always meant to be. It’s taking the story of a victimized girl and making it the story of a queen.

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“do not underestimate her darkness, do not romantacize her light. she is not something you can take a bite of and discard. crack apart her pomegranate heart and it will trap you ‘til you rot.”

— BITTERSWEET // d.s. 

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✉ message ---> theo

Theo: fine

Theo: everythings fine

Theo: i just forgot...

Ophelia: like you've forgotten the past three times?

Ophelia: mom swore she talked to you about this dinner a few days ago

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✉ message ---> theo

Ophelia: you haven't shown up to dinner again tonight.

Ophelia: mom and dad are starting to get worried

Ophelia: is everything alright?

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OPHELIA & KATHERINE

– ♔ Mask or no mask it isn’t hard to tell that the other woman in front of her holds beauty, but there’s something more there. Something oddly familiar, something that feels similar to the aura that Hades holds. Perhaps this young woman is a god herself, or an offspring? Katherine’s silent as she mulls the idea over, amused by the others fluttering response. “Are ye not used ta compliments? Shame really – yer stunnin’.”

the rosy hue on her cheeks simply darkened even more as the woman called her stunning. though she's been given compliments before, the brunette didn't exactly know how to response to them properly. with a little shrug of her shoulders, she lifted her eyes to meet the one's behind the mask again as she answered quietly, "i just--that's really uhm--nice of you."

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KARINA & ELOISE

Eloise felt calmer holding animals. She could talk to them with no problems, no awkwardness. She looked back up the woman who gave him to her, a hint of recognition in Eloise’s eyes. “You’re from the Isle, right? I think I recognize you.”

the mask she has been wearing didn't seem to do much in hiding her identity as the woman easily recognized her as someone from the isle. a little chuckle escaped her lips as she nodded her head. "what gave it away?"

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PERSEPHONE & BOO

“maybe not if you have to ask.” if boo believed in any sort of god or goddess, they would still be fool enough to challenge them. her presence was not that of the average person they met from day to day but they gave it little thought. “see – i don’t take well to strangers listening to conversations that are none of their business. it’s bad for business,” he exclaimed seemingly calm but there was a dark undertone lacing every word.

"then perhaps you should consider talking with your friends in a private place--this forest isn't so private after all," persephone retorted just as calmly though there was something icy in her tone. though it was clear that they were no auradon citizen, the goddess didn't exactly trust the villains she has supposed have teamed up with. “and you conducting your business in this forest only mean one thing, but i don’t think we’ve formally met before.”

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APHRODITE & EROS

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     “Do you think anything of the murder?” He posed the question casually. Everything dark and unpleasant, always so casual with Eros. The woman was a fool by now if she believed that Eros was capable of assimilating into Auradon even he had yet to do anything particularly nasty around her. His darkest secrets were still held close to his chest.

"nothing i haven't seen before--" came the woman's reply as she continued to apply her lipstick on her lips, making sure that it was the perfect shade to match her dress. the way she answered the question made it sound too casual but after living for centuries, one get used to it. "frankly, it's just history repeating itself. though that is definitely one way to make a statement," dite added as her eyes darted to eros. "why? you're not scared of a little blood, are you?" she asked teasingly, a smirk curling on her cherry lips.

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APHRODITE & DAPHNE

“A-accident What?” Daphne stopped frowning confused. “Oh.” Her dues widening in realization. “Right it won’t happen again. I think I’ve exhausted myself anyway.” Shifting her head she glanced up. “You look lovely.”

"have you been dancing all night long?" the redhead queried as her eyes glanced back from the dance floor then back to the girl who bumped into her. the compliment did bring a smile on her lips as she nodded her head. "thank you, darling--you are quite the sight yourself."