Son, when I look at you, the very idea I was once called brave seems like folly.
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Son, when I look at you, the very idea I was once called brave seems like folly.
(SON OF THE SEA GOD):
█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌⊰ ♆ ⊱ ———
what more could be said about good ol’ poseidon.
percy tilted his head some, expressing a careless shrug. he had heard worse interpretations of his father but that didn’t quite mean he disagreed with all of them. though he remained a rather frustrated man, he had a heart within his ribcage, and one that he had opened up to percy many times. despite a god, dark or carefree, he was still a father to percy in all ways possible.
hearing the other god talk, however, the boy notched up a curious brow. he watched him speak; such might, such confidence. it radiated his surroundings, a smell so delicious — then it struck him, that it wasn’t the god, but the dumpling shop near by.
his attention now stolen, he hardly thought back to see if he could recognize the other. eyes giving up a dull and bored look, he shrugged once more.
❝ yeah, never heard of you before. ❞
" well, of course, you haven't, 'm not quite major yet, and besides, I'm not y'know, a Western god."
He encounters an old friend in the words that the boy speaks, the cancer, the god killer of a statement, the I-don’t-know-who-you-are’s & the yeah, I’ve never heard of you’s. But to a dreary demise he refuses the right, to the abyss that hungrily accepts the likes of the forgotten and the immortal; stubbornly, he prevails. A brush, the figurative side step.
It’s not quite a smile that he offers, it's not warm or cheery, but it’s something eager and interested but most of all, there’s nothing wrong with a challenge, so pay attention, dumpling shops have come and gone, but the likes of a god are far ------ different.
“I don't think it'd matter, if you knew me or not. too many differences, you and me. but you are? Besides the son of the sea god.”
Huffs before poking his cheek. "About time you showed up. When I said show up for lunch, I didn't mean an hour late."
This moment here defines what will either be a very good day, or a very bad day. He turns to her, realizes for all the years that he is worth, man is still a very strange being, and none more so than women, that he doesn't understand what’s so important about being late to lunch on such a brutal swelter of a day. Yet if he tells her the truth, he muses, if he tells her what he’s been up to, then something disastrous is sure to happen (to him) but lying in itself is a tricky game. A sheepish smile crawls across his lips and he looks at the girl in a way that can only be described as bashful, the god is humbled, if, just for the moment
‘ A gods got lots of things to do, Hiyori! especially one like me. But I made it, didn’t I? Give me some credit.’
holla holla! wow, i’ve been role playing ryuko since 5 months now and it’s simply amazing to keep this muse even though i’m known for losing and abandon my muses very hard! i’ve been moving blogs back and forth, mostly because i couldn’t hold it anymore by the amount of posts and the negativity. however, i never gave up and i’m still going!
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you don’t think I can handle a 17 millionth.
don't take this the wrong way but think of your poor boobs; 16 million & 99 babies have breastfed on them.
our first baby grew up to be a great scholar what are you talking about.
loud sighs, i have to be honest here, honey, i just don't want another baby.
yato-sama, go die.
distant snarling
who inVITED YOU TWO I'M WORKING A JOB HERE!!
//ethusiastic nodding. takes notes. Bitch, gotcha gotcha. I’ll make him my bitch and beat ‘em up..! I’m not that strong tho.
there are others ways to be strong let him know that you are a strong, independent shota and that you don't need no man. that'll scare his balls right off when he realizes he won't be getting any booty any time soon.
aeratic said: i heard gods. you rang :3
/throws 5 yens at TEACH ME HOW TO BE LESS UKE
Your wish has been heard loud & clear. sparkles gently, well first you have to beat up your seme. make him your bitch.
WHATRE YOU PLANNIN FUCKFAC!e!!
nothing, yukichan, just keep your mind out of the gutter & focus on this dreamboat right here.
Your muse and mun current mood ;;
mun:
muse:
Cherry blossoms, huh… It’s been a while since I last saw them…
“more like a shitty brat from chaos.”
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— ░ ❂ *゚;;
A titter all but emits atwixt the languor of her silence, a simper as if he’s withering away in the depths of delusion. He knows not what he speaks of. A vacuous notion that is. Eren…an omen? A boy, yes, more than eager to fulfill his vengeance against behemoths by liberation of mankind. A boy impulsive and angry in his own right…yet that tenacity and drive is the root of salvation. Not death.
" —— — You’re wrong."
The shifter is hope.
An inkling of hope all of humanity could hardly fathom. Such a long time without a form of closure… A savior. Our…savior.
" — You don’t know what you’re talking about." She refuses to believe. Dismisses any threat to the faith she harbors for him, a warrior none to facilely influenced by the likes of a stranger claiming to be a God.
” —— - I am a soldier of the Scouting Legion. I know what I signed up for.”
To be a mentor. To fight. To bring victory amidst strife. To care for those in need. She wouldn’t fail.
❛ & you are of mettle of bone, of blood, of heart of man.❜
A cant of the head is all that he offers the challenge that she rebuffs to him. He’s been around long enough to understand, in some infallible notion or the other, that Man is a being founded not in their truths, or their history, or in the betterment of what they have become through the years and the decades and the centuries, more so than Man is a being founded in their facts turned faults, their dreams turned to dust, the divide that should forever keep them grounded. As birds without wings hope never to fly, man shall never hope to understand the splendid tragedy that is their own mortality. And it’s not loathing for the boy that brings him to this, that brings him to her, but what he sees before him is more than just another soul to the call, what he sees is something breathing and living, she shines bright with something akin to heavenly sunshine; ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛs sʜᴇ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴋɪɴᴅʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴛʏ, but it’s what he feels, it is something empty, and echoing, ᴠᴀsᴛ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍɪɢʜᴛʏ ᴄʜᴀsᴍ ᴏғ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ.
She i’s good and she is strong and when she’s gone, he knows, he’ll know like he knows the very steady beat of his heart, that someone will need her, sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍɪss ʜᴇʀ. she will leave in the wake of her rotting corpse a new breed of anguish that the boy will come to taste, and to know, ẳ̶͍̮̲͕̝̐͊̈n̶̥̞̠͍̱̉̌̾̄͐d̷̡̠̲̦̘̈́̔͐̽̕ ̶̡͉͖͓͔̐̌̈̎̋ẗ̶̬̼͚͕̦̌͗̈͝ơ̸̼̰̩̙̼̇͗͌͒ ̸̗̲͉̩̭̍̒͐̑͊h̸̛̜͎̖͍͕̓̋̒̈́ã̵̹̠͚͈͍̽̈́̂̈t̶̖̥̼̥̠̅͆̔͋͛e̸͚̘͍̲̦͒̑̋̐̉
It’s a tragedy, It’s a misery, it’s what life is, in the midst of war, and he warns her now because when she’s broken into bits that will never fit together again, the only bones that she will leave behind are the bones of faith. And those to turn to dust all too quickly.
"----- ɪ'ᴍ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ sᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ & you better hope I'm wrong but do me a favor before you forget me? don’t let the ghouls overwhelm you when you’re trying to get to the other shore.”
throws 5 yen at get rid of your genitals
do you know how much I appreciate my gonads.