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* 𐄹 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒𝐕𝐍𝐆

j + she/her + 23 + gmt - 3

hello besties <3 i’m j and this is a private ( meaning , mutuals only ) 1x1 ! mutuals , you are always more than welcome to im me or hit me up on discord ( upon request ) so we can plot something out .

* 𐄹 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 .

currently revamping <3

#pinned.

* 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟

where ─ a tall mount near hesperia, in the west, where night begins

when ─ sunset

who ─ @desditosa

almighty nyx, great goddess of night ─ she is born eons ago, together with creation itself. she is there to witness events that define god and man alike, seeing ichor and blood thrum with passion and livelihood, and spill at wartime. nyx, who strikes fear within the heart of the king of the gods with a look ─ withering, cruel, harsh as it is.

she must undergo strife as all beings do ─ has become a lonely thing, abandoned by those she cared about and who were supposed to care about her in return. a partner who left, gone in light that was far too bright for her to see ─ in doing so, he’d robbed her of a goodbye, and she deems his sin unforgivable. with loving and losing already devastating in itself, he dared to make the loss harsher. her children, fading away steadily, leaving her side to stare at the imprint of their footsteps in the ground. a bond not quite severed like hers and erebos’, but weakened nonetheless as many head into the mortal world, minor deities.

nyx sits on the floor atop a mountain with her arms hugging her knees when he arrives. footsteps make her turn her head ─ and the sight of apollo is already enough for eyebrows to raise and lips part in surprise. for a second. it’s quickly replaced with a small, soft smile.

❛ hello, apollo. are you joining me tonight ? ❜ she stands slowly, deliberately. to greet him properly.

#╰ * ✹ 𝒏𝒚𝒙 ╮ › ─ ft. apollo ﹐#╰ * ✹ 𝒏𝒚𝒙 ╮ › ─ threads ﹐

kiramekifeeling

#╰ * ✹ 𝒏𝒚𝒙 ╮ › ─ visage ﹐

miraydanerarchived

(☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ click on the source link of this post to find #178 gifs of hazal filiz küçükköse from episode 2 of the television series bir peri masalı (2022), as well as the rules you must abide by in order to use them. all gifs included were made by me and are size 268 x 170. content warnings include: eating/drinking, mild choking (on food). ☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜)

NOTE: this fc is turkish, please name them accordingly or don’t use my gifs. anyone i find using my resources while breaking my rules WILL be blocked.

#╰ * ♡ 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅𝒔𝒗𝒏𝒈 ╮ › ─ resources ﹐#GORGEOUS gifs

cryptid-corpse

The best way to contact me is to meet me in my dreams at 3am

#╰ * ♡ 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅𝒔𝒗𝒏𝒈 ╮ › ─ ooc ﹐

realhousewivesgifs

#╰ * ♕ 𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 ╮ › ─ ft. sisi ﹐

* theoresteia

﹡›⠀⠀⠀ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 ﹕ ⠀⠀⠀˛ @birdsvng

the years have been peaceful without the screams and slaps of a rivalry meant for childhood and ( shortlisted ) journalist of the year sisi park would think that she has matured greatly since she parted ways with ophelia song at graduation. since never having to see ophelia, sisi has thrived ( as she mostly did in university, save for the slapping and the punching and the sabotage and the being sabotaged and the being punched and the being slapped ) in ways that she always knew she was capable of. in very sisi fashion, the past five years have been filled with angering powerful people with too much money and ego on their shoulders, first class flights purchased with points instead of money, and jumping from rung to rung on a ladder made not for girls like her. no, the ladder is greasy and half-broken on the bottom, made for girls like the one she has to meet today. it’s meant to make the girls beneath red-bottomed shoes to slip and fall back into the mud they were born in, polished exquisitely at platforms above them so the ones wearing the red-bottoms can climb on whenever they’re ready.

not — that that’s what sisi is focused on.

her assignment is simple, perhaps the easiest one she has had since the year began. there are no more company owners to interview and no more stories to dig her nose into, not since sisi’s latest article went live nearly two months ago. a particularly nasty exposé has left her benched and threatened by the general public ( read: the one percent and their supporters ) but more importantly and much, much worse according to her boss, it left her company almost sued for defamation and damages. it isn’t as if her outlet can’t handle the threats, they just don’t want to. sisi park is as much a problem as she is a talent, a woman who smells blood as quick as sharks and bites just as fast, someone who should focus less on stories tearing down other people and more on pieces that will inspire their readers. like this one, a profile on a budding young diplomat, one of many successful women in their latest issue. sisi could be the one being interviewed, she’s, but she works for the news outlet and while she’s made many splashes, perhaps they aren’t always the most positive. as if ophelia song radiates positivity.

she doesn’t stand when ophelia arrives, nor does she smile. she says, “ miss song, ” as if they’re merely acquaintances and clears her throat, flipping open her ( personalized ) pocket-sized pin pad and picking up the black pen beside her fine china cup. “ congratulations on being one of our focus women, i’m sure it’s an honor. ”

the titanomachy is a lonely affair, but it is a war that ophelia song has waged for years with her head held high and forever unbowed. she has walked down hallways as a ruler walks towards their throne, the sound of high heels clicking against the floor a herald of hellfire to come in the form of a smirk and a curt nod. a cold greeting ── the unreadable gestures none may pick apart, ophelia has grown into something more collected ever since an era of picking childish fights. the climb to the top is executed with manicured nails and far more sophisticated battles ── those where armor comes in the form of a diamond necklace around her neck and a suit worn with a medal to represent her nation worn on the breast as an honorific. it is nothing less than what she deserves ── ophelia has evolved from the beast she once was, into the goddess she was always meant to be. she climbs still, hungry in her pursuits ── destiny is far greater than godhood. it is to dethrone the titans themselves and take their place.

sisi park is a foe of the past, back when ophelia was still petty and childish. not that she has grown far from old habits ── she is only more conscious of her public image now, the front she must wear and cultivate in her path to success. heart still beats ruthlessly, ichor running like flames through her veins ── it stops at her fingertips. when she walks towards the venue that has been agreed upon, they are tucked into ophelia's pockets so that none can bear witness to the way that she twirls the signet ring on her pinky finger ── whereas her old one is tucked away into a box that rests beside letters from an anonymous source who knows of her past and present, ophelia now wears the ring she had crafted during her final year at university. the figure of a snake. the letter ' o ' instead of the symbol that represents the song family ── allegiance to herself first and foremost, ophelia's hair may be back to shadowed darkness from its once - platinum coloration. but it is still an act of defiance.

look at me, father, the picture of the girl you once dared to look down upon. this girl is the one who now comes for your throne. do you still think me no more than a child ?

a chuckle, humorous despite the insincerity that lies within it as she sits. they both know better than to think of ophelia song as genuine. ❛ sisi park. it's a pleasure to see you again ── good to see that you've ... ah, grown. ❜ grown up. grown into something. grown from nothing. ophelia offers a smirk as she slides into her seat. ❛ it certainly is. i've been looking forward to this interview. ❜

#╰ * ♕ 𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 ╮ › ─ threads ﹐#╰ * ♕ 𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 ╮ › ─ ft. sisi ﹐

victini

*puts my hand on your shoulder* listen. I DID mean to make you upset and i DO think your opinions are shit

#╰ * ♕ 𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 ╮ › ─ ft. sisi ﹐

theoptia

Dan Pagis, from “Autobiography”; translated by Stephen Mitchell

Text ID: my parents invented grief, / I invented silence.

#╰ * ♔ 𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒓𝒂 𝒅𝒊 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂 ╮ › ─ countenance ﹐#GIN GIN GIN GIN GIN GIN GIN

yoursoethereal-deactivated20230

— Jennifer S. Cheng, from So We Must Meet Apart

#╰ * ♔ 𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒓𝒂 𝒅𝒊 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂 ╮ › ─ countenance ﹐#i miss her sm sometimes #cant sleep so im simply #rbing gin content

metamorphesque

― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[text ID: I need a father. I need a mother. I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty.]

#╰ * ♔ 𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒓𝒂 𝒅𝒊 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂 ╮ › ─ countenance ﹐

metamorphesque

1Q84, Haruki Murakami

[text ID: You lost all interest in this world. You were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in everything. So you abandoned your physical body. You went to a world apart and you’re living a different kind of life there. In a world that’s inside you.]

#╰ * ♔ 𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒓𝒂 𝒅𝒊 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂 ╮ › ─ countenance ﹐