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ive been gone for so long why does tumblr look like this what

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he looked quite lonely, sitting surrounded by souls and focused on whatever he was working on. really, she can't help the way her heartstrings tug in what must be sympathy. the nickname leaves her lips, first thing that comes to her mind, and psyche cringes for herself immediately after. what kind of name is that? was she too loud? was she too casual? in the moment, she wishes eros was with her to offer his support, he always does that.

though, he practically shoved her out the house with a flimsy excuse that she now sees right through. should've known there was no way he needed her out to 'work'.

still, she lends deimos her hands and blushes furiously as he presses soft lips to them. the tugging feeling won't leave, if anything intensifying at his actions. she looks ahead to the souls wandering, freed from their cocoons, and cracks a small smile at his remark. "that's true, though boss seems to suit you far more than it does me." psyche tucks her hair behind her ears, silver strands fluttering along with the wings on her back–how she hated how expressive they were. "what are you doing here? it has been a while since we've last met."

˖ ࣪⭑ The spirits here were always calmer, they had come to accept their fate. If they noticed he could see them, they welcomed him to sit and talk ; just like him, the ghosts often found themselves sick of being confronted with the aftermath of war. His eyes wandered them for another moment before he turned back to the work he had brought with him to take care of.

“ Ghostboss ! " said @saccharic and Deimos turned to face the other, eyes widening in confusion at the new nickname.

' Psyche ? ' He asked, frown changing into a shy grin. The papers were pushed to the side again immediately and he stood, offering Psyche his hands in order to softly pull hers up to his mouth and press his lips to the back of her knuckles. The god hummed a laugh before he turned his head to the side, ' Surely you would be the ghostboss, you must bare witness to far more of them than me. '

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@thecs asked: Psyche yawned quietly, before nuzzling into Eros' side. Using his shoulder as a pillow, she'd give a playful grin, while humming. " Nappy time . " cooed out the woman, before allowing her eyes to flutter closed. " Just stay here, rest with me . . "

with the sun casting light on them, laying on a chaise sitting right in front of a large window, it was eros' favorite part of the day. wings curled around them, nothing but their own breaths and voices carrying sounds in the room. the atmosphere was euphoric. "i don't have any thoughts of leaving any time soon," he rumbles out, grabbing strands of psyche's hair and nuzzling into her.

he can't help the hand that plays with her hair, probably lulling her to sleep–yet it's more for him than her. he can't help the breath he takes, deep inhale of just her, her smell, the sweet scent. he can't help the finger that trails down her face, tracing imaginary lines on her delicate features. he can't help the kiss that he plants on her head, tender in its action, and the deep sigh of relaxation that escapes him.

"sleep, my love. we'll lay for a while."

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athena closed her eyes, trying to focus less on the pain piercing her insides and more on the whistling wind flying around her. she focused on the goddess' arms around her, the subtle smell of nike that was hidden under layers of sweat and grime from the battlefield, the softness in which she felt being flown in the other's arms. she knew dite must be laughing at her expense, severely injured yet still pinning over her best friend.

though it was helpless, nothing else could match the intensity of the agony from the current circumstance than the feelings that consumed her. she thanks the gods for nike, with her gentle hands and her quick wings, the strands of her hair that brush against athena's face. really, she must be delirious, running on adrenaline, must be–because she's quite numb to the pain and all she can think about is nike.

a thought comes to mind, and the laugh that pours out hurts in an inexplicable way, "at least it wasn't one of your arrows." delusion bites her in the ass, suffering back and at full blast for losing herself. she needs a healer soon, she can't do much with the arrow plunging into her organs like this. who even shot her? when? she was so distracted with how the battle was going that she missed the whistle flying towards her. "is there anyone?" she needed to get back on the ground and fast.

nike wanted to argue that nothing about this situation was okay, stubborn down to the most dire of moments -- but she refrained, if only to keep her athena (her dear, precious, suffering athena) from worrying any further. "i am not going anywhere," nike vowed, placing a bloody hand against athena's cheek to soothe her, a gesture to go along with her promise.

athena's instructions brought her back down to this plane, panic narrowing into a spitfire's focus -- determined and angry, now. how many times had she stitched up her own siblings after a battle? how many wounds had she assisted in mending during the bloody war that saw the gods come into power over the titans?

she could do this, and athena needed her. that had to be enough.

"this will hurt," nike warned, gripping the arrow shaft in her hands. she kept her grasp strong, and with a great heave, snapped the shaft. as soon as the deed was done, she clutched athena's arm, squeezing in reassurance. "you're alright, you're alright. let me get you somewhere safe."

at least now, it would be less likely to shift, and would be easier to push out. but that would take hands far more skilled than hers. with great care not to jostle her beloved athena, nike pulled the goddess into her arms. wings unfurled, and gentle as a summer breeze, nike took flight -- in search of a healer.

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@singofus asked Dite climbs into Ares' lap and happily leans against him, a kiss pressed to his cheek. "I have no plans for this afternoon so I am spending it with you."

honestly, he's not doing anything of importance when she walks in–he's sitting in their living room, watching reruns of law and order. so when aphrodite plops herself into his lap, it's a happy surprise. ares grumbles in response, shifting to get in a more comfortable position where she's mostly leaning on him with his arms around her. "that's fine with me, want to change it?"

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Everyday I wake up and go ‘SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH ME!!!’ and then I go to work

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like it's MY fault my love language is acts of service and all i know how to do is kill

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everyone should thank me because as bad as i am, i am holding myself back from being much worse

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@singofus asked: "Dite gives Eros a big squishing hug. "I missed you so much! Now where is your wife so I can hug her!" Really she had prepared a whole Pinterest board in preparation for this, discussing the latest fashions and how they could potentially get Athena into more feminine clothing. She would be very disappointed if Psyche wasn't here. Its safe to say the past was long forgotten.

eros welcomes his mother's hug, arms tight around her. a mother's embrace was something unlike anything else, incomparable in it's depth. "she's coming, she's saying hi to páppa inside." he kisses her cheek, giving her one last squeeze before pulling her towards the outdoor couches. "i've brought you some of the fine silks i found throughout our travels, psyche helped me pick most of them. do i look tanner?" he turns, showing off his newly tanned (though barely) skin from vacation.

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@singofus asked “ what, are you 12? ” (Dite for Athena)

"that's a little insensitive, you know i technically never had a childhood." she jests, playful look in her eyes before continuing to pour hot pink glitter into ares' shampoo. "my therapist said it is good for me to indulge my inner child, it's not my fault it's at my brother's expense."

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@singofus said "Why hello Athena, yes you can just waltz into my home without asking. Thank you so much." Aphrodite doesn't even open her eyes as she relaxes with a nice yoghurt face mask on. (For the time Ares bullied Athena as we discussed)

"don't mind me," yet she still crosses the room to press a greeting kiss on dite's head, careful not to mess up whatever she has on her face. "that smells good, what is that?" she picks up a container that looks the source of the face mask, glancing over it quickly. "i'm here to get ares back for setting up traps in my home, when is he coming back?"

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her hesitant bite of the grape makes him beam, success! watching the look of surprise on her face, enjoying the sweet flavor, was an experience. dionysus, in his full blown divinity, feels slighted that he's spent years without knowing the radiant look on the maiden–ariadne's–face until now. the way her eyes gleamed in revelation, life blooming back on her face.

still, his comment makes her shrink herself in, back in her lonesome, miserable shell. he sees the change in her face, the way she used her veil as a piece of armor. at his mistake, his foolishness, the progress he'd made in comforting this ethereal being was forgotten; it was cast aside by a comment he'd carelessly said in efforts to make her feel better. however, dionysus was not one to back down so easily. he was the god of pleasure! of festivity! of getting drunk and dancing with the wind! the plight of soothing a beautifully sad maiden was nothing compared to the things he'd lived!

"it is MY pleasure to meet you, ariadne, daughter of king minos of crete. it's not every day i am graced with the company of an angel." he takes her in, her soft voice and the way her lips form around her words. the way her fingers pick at the vines, following its path to the joy of her mouth. dionysus shakes himself out of it, chiding himself in being so distracted by her beauty that he's almost careless in his response. he's already made the mistake of calling her a fool, a jest, but an insult with unintended consequences nonetheless.

he looks away from her, taking a page from her book and instead distracting himself with the grapes. yet as soon as she mentions adventure, excitement, another man's infectious enthusiasm, a thought bursts in his head. he almost jumps in elation, almost vibrating with delight at himself for coming up with something so great.

casually, dionysus says, "if it is crete you'd like to leave, adventure you seek, then join me!" he grasps her hands in his, her face suddenly illuminated by the moon behind her, framing her hair like a halo around her. "excitement is like my middle name! all i DO is travel and spread pleasure. you'd fit right in!" athena would be so proud of him.

As she watches him, she is a little taken aback by his bold nature and the intensity of him. Her fingertips tingle where his lips grazed so close to take the grape from her. He called her his 'angel' and her stomach turned. He really did seem to have taken a shine to her, but she was bound to disappoint. Despite recognition of her bad decision, it did not make the pain any easier at all. Truly she had loved Theseus, enough to ignore every warning sign and believe his promises.

He had been the first sign of escape she had truly experienced. Escape and adventure and love. It was the stuff of dreams usually. How could a girl not take it when it was offered?

Despite her nerves, she tried to be pleasant for him. Enough to appease him as he truly introduces himself as a god. Her head bows again in a respectful greeting. His words accepting her mood as it is, willing to give cheer for them both, does make that hint of a smile return to her soft lips. Curious fingers reach for a grape then, plucking one off of a vine and raising it to her lips as she watches for his reaction. She did feel bad about not eating it before. A cautious, small, bite is taken to check it would not be too much. When nothing happened aside from a burst of flavour in her mouth, she took the whole grape into her mouth and happily chewed. Lord Dionysus was right, they were very good grapes.

"I am Ariadne, my Lord. Daughter of King Minos of Crete." She greets formally as she was once taught. "It is an honour to meet you."

He speaks of her being foolish and she sighs, tugging her veil more so around herself. She was silent for a few moments before her urge to share to a listening ear took her over.

"I just wanted to desperately to leave Crete, to be with him, that I...I was happily a fool. He spoke so much of what adventures lay next and how I could accompany him. His excitement was infectious. I should have known such excitement is out of my reach." Another grape she plucks and eats then, giving herself something to do rather than highlight to Lord Dionysus why she was an idiot. Perhaps it was not best to tell a god, even if he too would leave soon and forget her.

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i know im the worst but ill get back on soon! in the meantime, yall are very much welcome to hmu on discord!!!! we can continue rping on there or just chat or plot together! im much more active there

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sorry for putting my whole pussy into it... im just a passionate soul

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Sorry I can’t hangout tonight I’m due to descend into madness