#thecs

[nectaric]

@thecs asked: Hera released a soft as she walked to where she knew her husband was. It had been a long week, and honestly, the woman was simply ready for a nap. So when she spotted him, she took a few seconds to simply gaze at him. He was truly something else. It had been sometimes since they became a couple. Children and years together, her heart ached some. Tilting her head towards the side, she couldn't bring herself to move. The picture he made rooted her into place. This alone brought silence to her mind and made the normal rage in her veins calm. " Zeus . . . " She whispered before slowly making her way over. " May I join you ? "

zeus was no artist. but they had a vision in their head, a very specific pattern for a very specific item of clothing -- one for their fashion line -- and they needed to get it on paper. they had a sketchpad in their lap, scrawling across the paper with a pencil. their brows had furrowed, tongue poking between their teeth.

so focused was zeus that when hera spoke, it startled them. zeus' head snapped up in surprise, dropping the pencil from between their fingers.

"oh! hello, love." zeus said warmly, quickly snapping the sketchbook closed. they set it aside, then held their arms open to hera, beckoning her onto their lap. "of course you may. you seem tired... come rest for a moment."

#thecs #m: zeus. #ehehehe

[singofus]

@thecs asked: Nyx was a stoic woman. Very rarely did she show emotion. However, for a single moment, the goddess allowed warmth to show on her expression. The sight of one of her children - hypnos - made a small smile tug on her lips. Heading over to his side, did she sit down. Before reaching out with a delicate yet strong grip and pulled her child to herself. Arms enclosed around her child, as she nuzzled slowly yet affectionately. " My sweet slumbering bird. "

unprompted ask | Always Accepting

Often, when away in his kingdom of Sleep, he would awaken sharply from it - gasping for breath and alert and ready for his role in the waking. But this time, his senses had told him that there was no need. That his waking body was safe and comforted and though it was time to wake, he could do so slowly.

So he did, yawning softly and nuzzling in to whoever it was that held him. It only took him a moment longer to recognise who that was.

"Hi mother!" He murmurs, sleepy but excited. As always he was to spend time with his mother. His long arms now wrap around her too, cuddling in gently. "How are you? Do you need anything?" Another yawn.

#. | head in the clouds (hypnos) #. | he lays between mists of opium and fields of poppy (godly) #thecs #(aaaaaah i love them)

[twistedtangledfate]

Continued from here with @thecs

Hades didn't know quite what he had expected but Persephone settling in his lap and touching him so tenderly certainly was a surprise. It was something he knew he was going to struggle to get accustomed to. He had been alone so long without the sort of meaningful companionship that she gave him, without any real demand of anything other than what he already held for her, that he didn't quite know how to process it. He had not been without lovers, he was a God after all and King of his own domain, but this was different, she was different.

"I could not stand to see those things leave your eyes, to see your regard for me burned away to nothing." His voice was soft, almost reverential, his eyes conveying the true depth of his emotions. They claimed he was unfeeling but that had never been true. Hades was the opposite in that, sometimes, he felt too much.

When she kissed him, he wrapped his arms around her tightly, holding her close and he smiled gently at her, lovingly, because he loved her with every inch of his being. "As I love you my sweet Persephone."

#thecs #the unseen one (hades)

[revengesworn]

Mikey isn't the type of person to be bewitched by a woman's beauty. He's never understood the appeal of that sort of thing, to be honest, and it never bothered him that he was missing out, either.

But this woman... he doesn't think it's attraction he feels - rather, there's something otherworldly about her. It catches his attention, but more than that, he almost feels as if she isn't even human, like she's something beyond that entirely... the feeling only lasts a brief moment, but it's a bizarre sensation for him.

Then the moment passes, and he's just a kid looking at some random woman again. Still, now that they're looking at each other, he feels he should at least say something.

"Hey! Nice day, isn't it?" ...And then, after a moment. "You know, I've never seen you round here before. There's a lot of gangs in the area. You should be careful."

@thecs ( starter for persephone )

#ic #thecs #v. mikey; tag tbd. #!! lemme know if this works for you! #mikey can't tell that he's talking to a goddess ftr; he just had a brief ''wtf'' kind of moment; but he still thinks she's human #for now at least. #i wonder if persephone can sense the curse on mikey; too?? #idk but either way i'm very excited to see how you portray her #supernatural/mythological muses make me so happy; especially when i can throw my completely ordinary muses at them!

[amoriscustos]

@thecs sent : ❝ why do you have that look on your face? ❞

𝗩𝗢𝗜𝗖𝗘  𝗜𝗦  𝗖𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧,  𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗗!  barely  able  to  let  out  a  squeak  of  a  sound.  intrusion  wasn't  really  on  her  docket,  hand  to  god.  it's  not  like  minako  knew  the  studio  wasn't  empty  (  𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘥  𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘰𝘯  𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘦  )  and  while  she  had  half  a  mind  to  turn  back,  curiosity  took  over  at  the  sound  of  muffled,  familiar  music.  a  queek  peek  snowballed  into  stunned  gawking,  gaze  glued  to  yaten's  fluid  movements.  it  was  never  a  secret,  her  talent  (  𝘢𝘭𝘭  𝘰𝘧  𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘴  𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺  )  but  here,  no  lights,  no  smoke  and  mirrors,  the  silver  haired  idol  truly  dazzled.  a  starlight  all  on  her  own.

...and  she's  still  waiting  for  a  reply.

❝  a-ah,  well..  ❞  oh  god,  she's  slipping,  all  tongue  tied,  all  frazzles,  words  slipping  away  no  matter  how  hard  she's  grasping  at  them.  it's  not  every  day  the  blonde's  left  a  bumbling  mess.  and  that  embarrassment  is  enough  to  wake  up  pesky  laughter,  it  bubbling  up  and  up  until  she's  got  𝘯𝘰  𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦  but  to  let  nerves  out,  one  hand  raising  up  and  landing  behind  her  head  in  the  process,  ❝  i  promise  i'm  not  here  to  spy!  ❞  which  absolutely  sounds  like  that's  exactly  what  she's  here  to  do.  a  couple  of  steps  and  she's  in  the  room,  her  dance  bag  plainly  slung  over  her  shoulder,  ❝  really,  i  just..  i  wanted  to  practice  and  i  didn't  realize  anyone  would  be  here  and  i  heard  your  music.  i  didn't  mean  to  watch,  but  you  know  me.  ❞  grin  is  set  as  her  gaze  drifts  away,  landing  on  a  barre.  𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗶𝘁𝘆'𝘀  𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝘁𝘀  𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱  𝗻𝗼𝘄,  hiding  in  her  tone,  ❝  you..  you're  very  good.  i  wish  i  could  dance  like  you.  ❞

ft. kou yaten // random dialogue prompts ( x ) // accepting !

#omg hi hello!!! #so sorry this is late asf!!!! #but ty ty <3 #˙ * ♡ › you'll believe god is a woman﹙…﹚main﹗ #thecs

[valiisthea]

“You won’t let me die, right?” from terence ♡

Assorted Medical Starters || Always Accepting

@thecs

"I would sooner die than allow you to do the same." Dion's voice comes panicked but firm, hands seeking out the wounds across Terence's body. He's seen Terence hurt before, but never like this.

Not once ever like this.

One hand presses roughly into a rapidly bleeding gash, and his stomach churns to see how it spills between his fingers as though they're not there at all. It's the worst of the injuries, but there are others.

More than he has hands for. His heart falls to his feet. There is only one thing he can do, and Terence isn't going to like it.

"I need you to trust me, Terence." Dion says ever so tenderly, trying to ignore the sound of Terence's shallow breaths. "Please, I beg you trust me."

It's the only chance they have.

#thecs #sobs #c; dion

[aetheryic]

@thecs said: Thancred watched his daughter, and saw each change that came. It made his heart swell with pride, but also sorrow. She was growing quick in personality and her skills, and it made him wish for more time. Currently sitting beside the burning fire, that kept their campsite warm - the gunbreaker gently ran his fingers through her hair. " Your growing so much.. " He wasn't ready for it, didn't think he'd ever be. But he was proud nevertheless that she was growing. He knew deep in his heart, she'd become a wonderful woman someday.

uncanny, how quickly everything can change. it seemed like just blink of her eyes, going from a small captured bird to a lighter, freer version of herself. eulmore attempted to pluck every single one of her feathers, determined to damn her into eternal helplessness. a far cry from the generations of minfilia’s ( horrid descriptor - ) whose task at hand involved aiding the fight against light.

only for thancred, an unidentified hero at the time, to throw wide her cage door and allow her the chance to soar. she’s still learning — still dealing with the antsy distress that pops up whenever thancred seems too distant. but they’re both flawed, aren’t they ? hurt, lost…

minfilia smiles down at her hands, letting the smoothing of her hair relax her from those thoughts. ‘ i still have plenty of growing up to do, i think. ‘ she muses as casually as she can. thancred’s mentorship truly helped her blossom into someone new, yet entirely herself all the same. not just a reflection of a woman she never met. ‘ i wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you. you’ll feel plenty assured of my safety once you and urianger leave. ‘

that thought still stings. she leans against his shoulder, letting the flames of their hearth warm her face. ‘ you’re a good dad. i’m happy it’s you that’s raising me. ‘

#thecs #m: ryne #･ﾟ♢ ( verse. / shadowbringers )

[yinjiyang]

Teardrops on the Fire

“I’ve never met anyone quite like you.” @thecs​ -- Joshua Rosfield -- Softer Prompts

       Yin had sat in the Hideaway's backyard after delivering rich soil to the gardener.  In fact, he had sat for quite some time, just staring at the plants even long after the workers had gone.  These people...they worked so hard to revitalize the earth even with the blight, even developing their own magicless filtration systems for fresh water.  Observing such dedication in practice brought hope for the future to Leviathan's heart.  How tempted he was to help a bit further, to radiate a bit of magic into the dirt and water to rejuvenate further, but had already decided against it; no, he did not want to disturb their experiments by cheating and cheapening all the hard work they had already put into these gardens.  So he just sat on the ground, watching the leaves of an apple tree swaying in the breeze of sunset, listening to the evening song of birds.        What he had not expected was to hear another voice that was...somewhat avian adjacent.  Gradually, he turned his head with a graceful motion to recognize the figure who spoke.  "Oh...?" he softly echoed, curious as to just what the young Dominant had meant by such a confession.  Was it a good thing?  A bad thing?  Was Yin so very much out of place in his ancient attire and quiet demeanor?  Was his compassion and generosity strange in a world filled with darkness, cruelty, and Blight?  Was it...the Phoenix recognizing the primordial sea serpent within?  Or...was there something else?  So much to unpack within since a simple sentence.  

#thecs #thecs - joshua rosfield #leviathan the lost verse #teardrops on the fire #{ well well well } #{ what have we here }

[flamesofrebirths]

@thecs said: A yawn escaped Mid, while she shook her head slowly. The night had been carrying on for what seemed forever, yet she found sleep would not come. Rubbing at her eyes some in frustration, she huffed. However before she could truly think on anything, she spotted an interesting location, and smirked. Quickly making her way towards it, she allowed her body to flop down. Before she knew it...she fell asleep.

Joshua wakes up right in the middle of the night. It happens way too often, but he can't help it. He's always overthinking, always wondering about the next missions and the next fights. He really wants to help Clive. It's their mission, not only his brother's. Now that they're reunited, he plans to make sure it remains this way.

He knows he should probably stay in his bed and try to sleep again, but he decides to go look at the moon and the stars for a short moment, knowing it would probably give him some kind of peace of mind. It's a good thing they could be seen from the Hideaway. However, as he's walking, he notices Mid who fell asleep... in a very bad position. He could let her sleep this way, but her body would hurt on the next morning, and he doesn't want that to happen.

So he approaches softly and gently pats her back. "My apologies, my Lady. You don't seem very comfortable here." Joshua's voice is calm; he doesn't want to disturb her either.

#:3 #rp #thecs #v: the flame alights

[nectaric]

@thecs asked: Persephone slipped up behind Hades, as she'd gently cover his eyes as best as she could. A wide grin tugged on her lips, before a gleeful giggle escaped. " Guess who ~ " came the soft jokingly question.

hades sensed persephone's presence, long before she spoke. long before she touched him. but if it was a game she was looking for, then she would have her game. darkness enveloped his gaze, and hades' lips quirked with a small smile.

"hm... too feminine to be charon. too daring to be cocytus. too gentle to be makaria." hades went through the list, biting back a laugh that bubbled in his throat. "with that information in mind... you must be my wife, persephone."

he reached up, prying her hands from his eyes. as hades turned to face her, his smile grew wider. "there you are, my love."

#thecs #m: hades. #AHHHH HI !! WELCOME BACK

[singofus]

@thecs asked: ( chest ) sender pulls the receiver into their chest for a hug / cuddle - Nyx @ Hypnos

meme i've forgotten | Not Accepting

Hypnos closed his eyes and focussed on not falling asleep right in this moment. He couldn't truly help it. In his mother's arms, he felt the safest he ever could be and the coziest. It had been his favourite napping spot as a child, even beating father's arms in that contest. Safe to say that Hypnos was a mother's boy.

"Oh it's been just too long since I saw you last. You need to visit my kingdom sometime! We've done a lot of expanding. There seem to be so many more mortals and so more kinds of dream!" He was very proud of Morpheus and how he'd been handling things.

"How have you been, mother?"

#. | he lays between mists of opium and fields of poppy (godly) #. | head in the clouds (hypnos) #thecs

[twistedtangledfate]

Continued from here with @thecs

Clotho had been saying such things for years and Hades had firmly refused to accept her words despite knowing she spoke truth. The balance between them was a tenous one and out of the three Moirai, Clotho had a slightly larger tolerance and patience came a little more naturally to her, certainly in comparison to Atropos who had very little time for anyone and anything they brought. She would not and had not in the past tolerated such behaviour from the Lord of the Underworld.

Not only mortals but Gods as well, where some did rise some others fell. Her words whispered on the wind, drifting across her mind as she boldly stared at Hades.

"I say as I do because listen you won't. I know what's in your heart O Lord of Peace, I know what you don't because you are blind and I am kind." She tipped her head higher, her hands hanging loose at her sides even as her fingers itched to touch his thread. She couldn't do such, not to a God like him but oh how she wanted to.

#thecs #the tangled web (clotho)

[sarastuss]

@thecs from thancred! [ LINGER ]:     taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.

BATTLE HAS LEFT ITS' DECORATIONS UPON HER SKIN : the signature black &. golden gloves have been removed, her wounds for him to check, to take care of. ' 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄 ' words she had spoken to convince, ... yet, regardless of the fact known, he insisted. ━━━━ with determination she recognizes, one that blossoms within herself. ( for should the tables have turned, ... she'd do the same. ) there is only the two, 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊. there was silence, there was soft chuckles as they compared this to BATTLES FACED BEFORE, oh, what a journey they have shared. ... lush lips curved into a slight, yet into a smile so tender. ━━━━ &. tender is he, with the way he cares for her wounds, ... the way he took her hand, his lips collide with the skin upon her knuckles. eyes widen, cheeks flushing rosy immediately! ( 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆? ) his lips 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 long enough for her to take it all in, ... TO KNOW THIS ISN'T ONE OF HER DREAMS. so many things once again upon her tongue, but she finds he stole it. ❝ thancred, ❞ his name spoken as if something sacred, her gaze never leaving his. &. 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, blame it upon that golden heart, especially now, ━━━━ for it guides her to lean in, their lips so close now. she knows what is coming up, the battle against 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙴𝙽, so please, let her have this. lips collide, the kiss containing all they both had tried to contain.

#❛ ☼ ― verse i. / the champion of the worlds. #thecs #:')) i am crying rn they finally did it #haha &. then comes the sadness with consumed by light and all WHOOPS

[saccharic]

@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."

#thecs #* ˖ ·ﾟ✰◞ 𝑬𝑹𝑶𝑺 ╱ 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔. #this is sooooooooooooo sweet #i love them

[valiisthea]

/sends many hugs from terence, mun, & other muses;

I hope you feel better, my friend. Please remember you're a talented and wonderful writer and a total sweetie from what I've seen and been given the pleasure of knowing. ♡

Random Asks || Always Accepting

@thecs

Oh, you are so sweet 🥺 I will reciprocate all the hugs to you, Terence, and the other muses 💕 you sweet beans, you.

Thank you so much! You really are one of the sweetest people and I appreciate your kindness so, so much! I hope you have the best of days/nights!!!

#thecs #ooc #you are a GEM and an angel!!!

[aetheryic]

@thecs said: Emet Selch dozed off beside hero, Mina - as his eyes blinked slowly. Before the man fell into a complete slumber, his arm wrapped about the hero's waist, as he nuzzled into contently.

she wanted to be annoyed. this insufferable man... a fossil, really, judging his jagged edges and dusty ideals. yet she kept returning to his side, did she not ? the weary bard now slightly curled up, as she oft was when preparing to sleep -- assuming rest ever washed over her. asi'mina adjusted a bit closer to him, letting the warmth of his body radiate like a safer blanket ; a more comfortable presence than the light infused like stained glass. for the moment... just this one, she shoved each and every worry to the side.

you're not strong enough, not brave enough, worthless . . . if the light destroys you, let it be so. perhaps that's what it would always come to, being a hero. mina sighed, wrapping their arm across emet-selch's waist, letting their fingers bunch into the fabric of his robe like a lifeline.

#thecs #m: mina #[ sleepy sad mina. def has their tail draped across him too lbr ] #[ ty for this KSDFK ;u; im in my feelings ]