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singofus · 1 day
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A FEW VARIOUS SENTENCE STARTERS
❝ i wouldn't find the need to tell you 'i told you so' if you weren't so allergic to admitting i'm right. ❞
❝ there are better hills to die on but i find this one quite comfortable. ❞
❝ would you come with me please? i adore your company. ❞
❝ that's not the worst thing i've ever heard but it's certainly up there. ❞
❝ i would love to help you but i'm afraid i'm suffering from a terrible case of 'it's not my problem.' ❞
❝ could you just think about anyone other than yourself for once? ❞
❝ i'm not going to stand here and argue with you about how much you need to get some rest. if i find you passed out on the floor i'm leaving you there. ❞
❝ would you be a dear and shut the hell up. ❞
❝ i know i need help but i'm not quite ready to ask for it. ❞
❝ do you know where we're going or are we just trying to get lost now? ❞
❝ i have confided this in you, please do not betray that trust. ❞
❝ do you like it here? with me? ❞
❝ are you still happy? with me, i mean. with us. ❞
❝ i didn't lie, i simply presented a selective truth. ❞
❝ do you actually like spending time with me? because i feel like all you do is argue. ❞
❝ one of us will eventually have to have the strength to be honest with ourselves about each other. ❞
❝ i want to tell you something i just need a moment to figure out the right words. ❞
❝ if you were the religious type i would challenge god to win your devotion. ❞
❝ don't tell me to quit being melodramatic it's the only time i have any fun. ❞
❝ were you ever going to tell me or were you just going to make me guess what you're thinking and feeling. ❞
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singofus · 4 days
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*Notes: I love making comics but find the writing process difficult, this is something I need to work on, as I have so many ideas but struggle to write them out. I stumbled upon Lucian's Dialogues on Tumblr and thought his charming, tongue-in-cheek style would be a good way for me to practice my comic-making. :')
"Lucian of Samosata was a Greek satirist who flourished in the region of Commagene near Syria in the C2nd A.D. He was the author of numerous works, which include: The Dialogues of the Gods, Dialogues of the Sea Gods, and Dialogues of the Dead."
I opted for a simple color scheme because as much as I love full-color comics, it would take me so much longer to get this done.
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singofus · 7 days
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// I keep wanting to come back here but my mental health is so low that muse is just gone for anything on here really. Aside from work I don't have the energy to do anything. I'm sorry
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singofus · 22 days
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I have not forgotten this blog! My favourite hobby of rotting in bed after work is just taking over! I will be on at the weekend for sure. I still somehow have muse
If you wanna chat/plot in my IMs though please feel free, I am always on mobile
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singofus · 22 days
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Stargate: Atlantis — The Storm / The Eye  {Sentence Starters}
“Yes. Theoretically.”
“This must end. Now.”
“It isn’t worth dying for.”
“What kind of plan is that?”
“I didn’t say you could talk.”
“I. Am. Going. To. Kill. You.”
“Your arrogance is astounding.”
“I think it’s best if we wait it out.”
“Okay, I get the point, we’ll wait.”
“No… he’d kill them to punish me.”
“Ah, I should’ve seen this coming.”
“We plan to… have a plan by then.”
“Are you telling me to shut up, again?”
“I will shoot you if you don’t let her go.”
“Are you okay? —- You will be, c’mon!”
“Always open to constructive criticism.”
“Did he just say  ‘ weather forecasting’?”
“Just so we’re clear, I know you’re lying.”
“These men could’ve been overpowered…”
“Yes, you can, you can be way too careful.”
“They’ve gotta be able to handle that, right?”
“You’re extremely optimistic, you know that?”
“I’m a bloody medical doctor, not a magician!”
“I’m the one you’re gonna blame if it’s wrong!”
“It’s a brisk walk away. And by walk I mean run.”
“Yeah, well, do what you can to speed things up.”
“From what I understand, I’m being held hostage.”
“Shhh, he can probably hear your stupid questions.”
“You lost all of what little credibility you had with me.”
“Finally at the point where I don’t mind the taste of it.”
“You know, you’re not pleasant when you get like this.”
“I tried to keep my mouth shut, I tried, I just couldn’t — “
“Trust me, I’m not that brave! I would help you if I could!”
“Things can be replaced and homes rebuilt, people can’t.”
“Take a look outside, hotshot, we’re not flying through that.”
“I will try, but despite what you all may think, I’m not Superman.”
“Keep your mouth shut. Only shoot at what I tell you to shoot at.”
“We will not have a chance to change our minds if we are wrong…”
“You’re in no position to tell me what is reasonable and what is not.”
“Just get your ass back here as soon as you can. I could use some back-up.”
“You kill either one of us and you don’t get what you want! That’s how important we are!”
“No, I’m a terrible bluffer, I’ve lost small fortunes at poker! My eye twitches, I laugh at inappropriate moments, it’s not pretty!”
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not, but I am an extremely arrogant man who tends to think ALL of his plans are going to work!”
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singofus · 27 days
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The close bond that Ariadne had with her husband was one that made her so happy and proud. It was made through a lot of work and trust and tears. They often shared sensations from what the other was doing with one another. But even just lounging as she did in her home she had sensed the healing going on. Not that it would have bothered her if it had been sex just for sex's sake. It wasn't held secret from her and it had been a while since she could have truthfully called herself a prude or monogamous.
But that blush on Ares' face told her that the god before her might not truly realise that. As sweet as it was, Ariadne would not be pointing out the visual embarassment any time soon.
Careful of the leopard head on her legs, she leant forward to pour it into two cups. Soon they both began to gently float and drift through the air towards either one of them, hoving gently within arm's reach and high enough to be undisturbed by the felines. She settled back in and gave more pets the the kitty closest, smiling as Ares settled and the leopard climbed on and lightly pawed at his arm for pets, another settling by his feet and napping in the sunspot there.
"That's alright. Take as many as you need." A warm smile was given then before she sipped some juice and pulled the yarn on the couch beside her in close. She began to wrap it around her fingers, preparing to knit that way as she sensed the sobriety beginning to settle into him, attempting to give company without real expectation of interaction or entertaining a conversation.
Until a minute or so later the awkwardness remained and maybe it was best to address it.
"I'm glad you came here, Ares." It was the truth, and she looked up from her crafts as she did, again giving him another smile. "I hope you find more peace here. You're welcome any time you'd like. If Dionysus isn't here, I can send for him. He'd come if I asked. Or you, I'm sure."
That was the closest she felt she should get to offering her own assistance, or mentionning this. He was still recovering. He was still hurting. She could empathise with that.
ares’ cheeks felt warm, growing hotter by the moment. there was no way in hades that ariadne had not heard what happened, or at least sensed it. the waves of energy he had released were monumental, his cries loud and unhindered. he felt better after his time with dionysus, but there were doubts lingering in his mind, shadows that threatened to swallow him up as the bliss of dionysus’ power and ministrations slowly dissipated. he was still floating, a little, his mind hazy and empty. but he would come back down eventually, and the walls of that jar would close in.
he was a little afraid to be alone when he did. and it felt wrong to have come here, to have made love to ariadne’s husband, and then leave without at least offering her a little bit of courtesy.
“orange juice?” ares asked quietly, shifting a little under her stare. “that would be nice.”
he was thirsty. and at least this way, he could take a breather before returning home on his own. his hand absentminedly moved down to stroke the big cat at his side, before he sank onto a pillow and allowed the creature to come even closer. “i, er-- i just need a minute, i think.”
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singofus · 28 days
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@eriny3s asked:
she knows she's being watched . she can feel the dozens of gazes of beings hidden in the grass , trained on her as she crosses the pale meadow , on a desire trail created and traversed by serpent rather than deer . she carries few weapons with her , her pack mostly full of dried herbs , pressed flowers , coils of ribbon , cuts of fine fabric and a few outfits made of the same , and spices . but she still takes her time to follow the desire path , and then gently knock on the door frame — not the door — to let her know know who it is .
that she's finally home . [megaera ↝ dusa , court of night verse]
unprompted ask | Always Accepting
There is a brief moment where she jumps at the noise, but Dusa soon relaxes as her serpents turn from her embroidery to see the source and begin an echo of happy words. Megara was here! Immediately her needlework was discarded and the gorgon slithered over to the door, rising up enough to wrap her arms around Meg in a big hug - her snakes nuzzling the woman too.
"You don't have to knock every time, Meg. You're always welcome here, any time." She says as she always does, giving her a squeeze before pulling back and letting Meg enter. Many eyes were inspecting what the Fury carried curiously.
"What do you have? Are you able to stay?" The second question has her cheeks flushing the lightest rosy shade, as she hoped that it could be a yes.
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singofus · 28 days
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@mageiia asked:
maggie listens to his concerns , adjusting how she's sitting on the chaise to pay more attention . it is true that the belief that hypnos is a deity may be spilling out to affect other people , chiefly those that are allowed to see slumber for what it is and are able to remember such when they awaken .
maggie , who holds some sway over similar magics , finds herself the subject of much speculation ( which she is used to) , but not because of her mother (which she is not used to ) . they think her a goddess too , albeit a different flavor than their own king .
she studies him and his agitation , before standing and crossing the room to him .
❛ you are a king worthy of their allegiance . . . with a queen full of fire and promise , ❜ she adds with a grin , settling her hands on his shoulders . ❛ do not run from the greatness you could hold . let your sister's fears influence security , but not your enjoyment of the realm . ❜ [ ↝ hypnos , court of night verse]
unprompted ask | Always Accepting
Hypnos lets her speak, listens to her opinion, but the deep set frown remains on his face. The topic of his realm was the one thing to sombre him, to bring him into focus when usually he might be more carefree. Slumber, its permanent citizens, that was all his responsibility.
"I enjoyed my realm without all of this. I created it, yes, but I don't want them to focus on it. Even more importantly, I don't want what happens here to happen there. Religious conflicts, crusades, arguments. Already there are offshoots happening..." He sighs and rests his hands over hers.
"Slumber is supposed to be a place away from all of this. One world like this is enough! I love their free will, but I need to shut this religiosity down. Before it hurts them. I don't have the capacity for this."
Besides, he had enough responsibility as king, let alone as their god! Now they wanted his input on every single thing in their lives sometimes. He just couldn't keep up.
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singofus · 29 days
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Hermes lets her be apologetic to Aphrodite and gives a happy nod to the goddess before leading her out to the hallway and further away enough for Dite not to be able to eavesdrop. For no reason other than just habit.
He holds her waist then, just enjoying giving the casual affection and having her presence close to him. A grin spreads across his face as she looks at him in anticipation.
"Well you're a priceless jewel, my sticky fingers can't stay away." He laughs at his own words there. That was just too cheesy even for him! "Nothing happened. I just managed to squeeze out a few minutes from my schedule to come see you. So I did."
A second of silence then before he revealed actually what he was here for.
"I had also thought maybe we could go for dinner tonight. I'm thinking top of the Eiffel Tower? Scout out some nice places for our thieves to hit tomorrow?" He sounded hopeful and even wiggled his eyebrows to try to entice further.
@asoulunbound requested a starter from HERMES for PEITHO!
Hermes waltzes into Aphrodite's home to see his wife. He hands her a glass of wine in a takeaway coffee cup and dips her into a brief kiss with a smile.
"Hi baby. Got a second?" He murmured before stealing another kiss with a big smirk. Oh he loved being just a little cocky, but surely Aphrodite wouldn't mind him stealing a moment with his wife.
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singofus · 29 days
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@nectaric asked: "hello ariadne." it was the first time ares had seen her since his captivity, and it was only through great effort that he managed to offer her the hint of a smile. "i was just with dionysus, but he's all yours now." / that thing we talked about!
unprompted ask | Always Accepting
"Hello Ares." She gives a warm smile in return, though stayed curled up on her couch to look up at him. It would have been difficult to move anyway with the purring leopard still with its head in her lap, enjoying the lazy head scratches she gave him.
"Thank you. I'm sure he'll come to me at some point." Her voice remained calm, soft. Her aim to keep the present moment as low intensity as possible. Even at first glance it was clear that the god was deeply troubled still. But after what he went through, she would be surprised for that not to be the case. Her own troubles still bubble up in her now sometimes, though barely.
"He won't be just yet, and you're more than welcome to stay. I have some freshly made orange juice if you'd like some." She wasn't sure if he would, but neither did she want him to feel as if he had to leave right away either. Her husband's influence was very strong, coming out of it could be just as intense too. Though Ares was a strong man and seemed to not show it.
"There are a few kitties about that would love to demand your attention." As she spoke a few of them came padding over to say hello to him, to inspect the visitor and brush up against him if allowed. Though they were big, sometimes they truly did act like spoiled housecats.
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singofus · 29 days
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Astraeus: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives
Eos: I wake up at 4:30 AM
Astraeus:...
Astraeus: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives
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singofus · 1 month
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Wide, unblinking eyes stare into his as he says that, such sweet things. Such reassurances. Despite her altered state, she smiles to him then and closes those eyes. Her head bows forward as he releases it, but her grip on his hands is strong. Still she listens, and for now she believes.
"Thank you, my king. Thank you." She lifts his hands to her lips to press a long kiss there, before it is interrupted by a whimper as the witches' chanting starts up again. It is as if they are chanting in the echoing antechamber outside. Approaching the door. Now she knows it is not real, but still it echos about. Not leaving her alone.
Oh how she wished it would stop. How she wished her mind would be clear again and her seas calm. Triton tonight would find the seas uncalmable, temperamental and unheeding. They thrashed about in the discomfort of their mistress above. Even when she was so far removed from them.
"They chant again." The whisper comes as she shuffles in and presses her head to his shoulder, hands now to her ears. "I know it is unreal but it does not stop. It will one day. One day I will be me again, but before that I am not. Oh please will it stop."
Within his grasp she felt safe, and so she believed him when he told her that he sensed nothing. She nodded a little and now ignored the woman. Soon enough she would go away.
"Sometimes I must see them so others will, to visualise the trick."
When she was giving others hallucinations, she first pictured it herself, to ensure it was as she wanted it. Since her power in part is through transferrance. From her to them. Yet over time, that had become not so cut and dry. Things had appeared without her request, and would not leave if asked or desired.
"But sometimes I cannot control them. I have my suspicions of who, if anyone, still tricks me. But I can't be free of it. I've tried." She explains to him, looking at him intensely. Trying to see if he will waste time trying too. But all she sees is sympathy for her and now it is almost overwhelming. Yet she holds her nerve. Just about.
It was difficult, having to accept that while sometimes she was a strong, calm force, other times she was completely not.
"A while ago, a long time, a sect of witches plotted to capture me. To extract my blood, I believe. They developed a music that was so lovely that it entranced me to fly down to them. It got inside my head, and only my mother's screams and louder music of my followers prevented it. I've tried to crush them since, but on those rate times when my brother and I cross paths in the sky, music is still played for me just in case." She shivers in remembering, squeezing his hand. Mene didn't remember parts of it but the sheer terror of realisation, the ringing of the bells and strings in her ears, still haunted her sometimes when these robed people came.
"They got in my head and made a crack and now sometimes they creep in. Or madness. Or whatever it is." She leans into his touch and closes her eyes, sighing in relief to see the woman gone when they open. Glancing up at him again with sadness in her eyes. This side of her is what often pushes people away, even at times her own family. This side of her is only welcome when it is useful, or around company.
"I am an imposter aren't I? I hid this from you until I couldn't, making you believe I was more than I am." All for just a little while of this, of him. She'd be lying if she said it wasn't worth it. Her eyes well up as she stares at the floor now, entirely dark hair falling over her face.
"I'm sorry, my king. I am."
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Whether it be Jehovah, Zeus, or Jupiter, deities inhabit sublime heights.               We look up to them                             If we dare look at all.
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singofus · 1 month
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They silently listen, taking in the familiar rhythm of her voice as much as they did her words. It was familiar, having heard her muffled voice from their very beginning to listening to them and their other parent talk muffled by the exterior wall or window. A comfort in this new place and new situation.
The watcher felt seen and it was uncomfortable.
Vulnerable.
Hence why they remain little more than a small cloud of mist now as they listen.
She claims that this is not their fault, but it is. If they had resisted that small urge to speak to Grand Mothe. If they hadn't felt encouraged by that to see mother, then mother and parent would still be close and none of them would be hurting or guilty or sad.
"Alright...though it is my fault...my presence has brought pain..." They cannot help but be honest to her, since she is being honest with them.
to be called "mother" so easily ... melinoë feels nauseous with shame . she feels epiales' response , a whisper against her skin , everywhere and nowhere at once . it is useless to look around , so she does not , though she feels the desire to . she instead takes another breath , preparing to humble herself before someone she cannot see , and speak about something that cannot be spoken of outside of her and her spouse .
( yet this topic hardly comes up in conversation between the two . she would not dare to do so , not when it is clear they are coming from two very separate worlds . )
she swallows again and sits back , kneeling in the dirt still but now with her weight no longer entirely on her knees . with dirt smeared hands , she clasps them in her lap , resisting the urge to reach out and feel if this shadow or that one is the one speaking to her .
❛ i am not certain where to start , ❜ she says softly , still keeping a beat on lyssa through their bond , making sure her commander remains at the entry point to the underworld a few miles away . ❛ so i suppose i will start with a thank you , for letting us speak now . i ... know i have not been the most accommodating or welcoming to you . and that is not your fault . i wish to explain , if ... you would like to hear it . ❜
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singofus · 1 month
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// i am slowly getting to things but a headache has come on so i'm gonna take it easy
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singofus · 1 month
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@faunisms asked: she's not used to doing this . apologizing , not really . she prides herself on not needing to , because she doesn't misstep , and if she does , it's on purpose to summon a favorable turn of events . this isn't ... this isn't politics , though . this is her ... CHILD .
she swallows as she douses the last candle here in the graveyard , on a new moon , the stars blocked by clouds , as dark as possible . she wishes to speak with them , to even attempt to undo the years of mistakes .
perhaps it was the urging of her father , or the way she paid greater attention to lady nyx's teaching and instruction of her youngest , but ... the urge was here . and it had not gone away in some time .
so she is here . and , quietly , she offers her palms to the earth and murmurs , ❛ my child ... if you are there , may we speak ? ❜ [ mel ↝ epiales ]
unprompted ask | Always Accepting
Despite everything, the rejection; the distance; the silence, sometimes Epiales would crave its mother. It had grown from the very small being it had been when first created, and even moreso since the simple shadow that had gone to her in the first place. A mirror of her own with a voice soft as a whisper. Still, it was small. Small and unsure and yearning for more than it even understood. Even Grand Mother could not soothe that ache. Could not feel like true home.
That is what drew them here to watch silently, hidden and outside of her focus.
Until then Mother spoke. Spoke and-
and called to it. In a term that might have blinded them with tears if they had formed eyes yet.
In the quiestest of whispers, seemingly from no place in particular, it replied:
"Yes Mother..."
What would she say? They suddenly felt tension despite no form, worried about more rejection. More pain. More distance.
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singofus · 1 month
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@mageiia asked: maggie crawls into her husband's bed in the waking world , letting her grip on his evening visions slip away , though keeping her influence close enough so as to keep his aura tucked against hers . she grins as she settles next to the sleeping mortal , gently tracing a knuckle down his cheek . ❛ wake up , love , ❜ she murmurs , yellow eyes watching his face as she shepherds his aura closer to waking , her touch gentle against his chest as she splays her hand there , rings glinting in the starlight . ❛ i've missed you . ❜ [ maggie ↝ hypnos , godspouse au! ]
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In the last vestiges of sleep, Hypnos imagined a small black cat curling on his chest - creating such soothing pressure that he couldn't possibly move. So it was that as he slugged his way into the waking world, he felt absolutely no desire to move. None at all. He could just snuggle up and either nap again or just bask in being drowsy, if his Lady would allow it!
But then he heard her voice telling him he was missed and he opened his eyes and there she was!
"My Lady," He murmurs with a smile before it was interrupted by a yawn. "My love. Hello." He spies the hand on his chest and rests his own over it. "I didn't picture your hand, I pictured a small black cat on my chest. Like the one you saw me with when we first met...in person."
"I missed you too. But I found out that your foxes like playing fetch." That had been fun, since she had been busy tonight. Or so it seemed.
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