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DARKENCDCOSMOS

indie greek mythos multimuse blog

heavily associated with @holybent and @gloamios

sideblog to @singofus

anti-gen ai.

written by: apis, 28, GMT, neurodivergent

CARRD <- rules, muses

@gloamios asked:

grimm wakes in a field, as she usually does, the grass tickling her nose with scent and sensation. with a sneeze, she rolls to her feet, looking around and listening for conversation. there's the whispers from the grass and the chimes from dreams in the distance, but she's looking for one in particular.

with a mighty shake to free her coat of any grass, she trots onward, happily panting as she gets to the front gates of the palace. by now, she's known, and could conceivably climb over the fences if they were in the waking world. but things work differently here, so she instead waits to be let in, and then continues on her path.

she follows her nose through the gardens and courtyards, avoiding going inside at all costs. when she catches the scent she's looking for – ozone and florals and fruits and candy – she follows it, head down, nose to the path.

it's like this that she gets to the door that leads back into the throne room. it's locked, and she can't just phase through it, like she could on the mortal plane. so she lays down and whines, one paw morosely papping lightly at the door, though the whole door does rattle in its frame.

she was so close.

(grimm for neb! standard godly verse)

unprompted ask | Always Accepting

As she approaches the walls that border onto the great abyss that acts as a moat, the guards on duty at her preferred entrance see her and have already lowered down the drawbridge there for her. It isn't the main entrance and so it is lowered especially. The guard at the entrance bows his head in greeting to the great omen of Death, and frequent visitor, and steps from their post across the path to unclip the chain that had blocked the now clear path ahead. With a their arm spread, they gesture for her to cross.

At the other end, the great doors have been opened and guards step aside, once more giving a polite greeting to her as she passes through. From there, some people may pass her, but pay her little notice. She is a common feature and her parentage of Death means she has the privelidge of being able to explore most places within the circular palace. So long as she knows where she is going. It is very easy to get lost on the very many levels to this place.

When her nose guides her true, a gardener steps aside from the little side gate as she goes through, wishing her a good night and chuckling to herself to see Grimm again so soon. Though it was because of Grimm that this little back courtyard was actually maintained at all. Through it ran a path of jet paving stones, with beds of poppies, daffodils and chrysanthenums flanking it on either side, a few benches and picnic blankets set up should the great omen and royal aide only have a few moments together.

Neb had just received the king's copy of the meeting notes from the scribe, ready to be summarised and put into the agenda ahead of the follow-up meeting in a few days. They were about to set out the rest of the next few hours plans when the whines and scratches at Death's Door had them pause. Their gaze flickers towards the door as Hypnos was already stepping over to take the notes from them and nod towards it. They'd better answer.

Gracious of Hypnos' enthusiasm for their relationship, Nebulus gave his majesty a bow before drifting over and giving a nod to the guard to open the bulky door.

With a waft of flower scent from the gardens, the vision of their deathly love appears and laid down so solemnly.

"Oh I hope you haven't been waiting long. You had good timing today, his highness had just finished with the meeting." They murmur, floating out and now jogging lightly to the grass and sitting down, since this would better allow for her excited greeting and some time together.

The king had shooed them after all so a spontaneous break was to be factored into the schedule. Nowadays Nebulus was far more relaxed about those, now that they had their own personal reason for wanting one.

#. | clouds and starlight (nebulus)#. | together they stay through slumber and death (neb/grimm)#gloamios

wyrdwife

· ₊ ˚ 𝘩𝘺𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘢 ˚₊ · "It's you!" The cry comes out, loud and joyous. Hypatia can't extinguish the sheer happiness in her voice to see that the divine presence that had requested her was none other than Magissa.

"You look- fuck you are amazing look at you!" She runs over but keeps her distance since they weren't that close in life. Immediately her bare feet shift so she can give a little bop of respect to her as a goddess.

"I am so glad to see your true powers, my dear. So glad."

the memory of her maenadic years are, like most memories in her pre-deification life, fuzzy and muted. it is as if she is not meant to recall them with clarity, despite the divine blood in her veins and the longevity of her lifespan. now, being something far beyond that, recalling those memories is like trying to collect water into her hands. there's always less than when she started with.

however, she does recognize this woman. her cadence, her appearance, her body language provide strong cues to her. and now, with the woman's aura spilling out from her in rich maroons and bloody reds, in thick, messy, violent splotches like running paws, racing hearts, and blood splatter, it feels like coming home. finally, she can accept the maternal pride that she never could when she was a maenad.

her eyes tear up, a relieved smile gracing her face. she shakes her head at the bow, even though she knows it is customary and she can't fight a millennia old system. instead, she approaches, closing the distance and wrapping her arms around hypatia, careful to keep her wings out of her face.

“ it's me! ” she says with a laugh, even as the tears of relief and love fall. “ it's me, and it's you! you have to tell me everything that's happened since i left. i want to hear all of it. "

@darkencdcosmos

darkencdcosmos

Hypatia joins in with the laugh, giving her own gentle one of shared joy as she wraps the woman up in her strong grasp too. A fierce hug filled with such strong positive emotion. Though she hadn't seen Magissa in a few lifetimes, she had heard some of her more recent journey. Another who had suffered through a time down below. Another raised up by love and devotion. It was good to see her no longer hiding but open.

Not one to ever leave a hug first, still she clings until the goddess begins to part.

"Oh well, a lot of it is quite the same, and the stuff that isn't could take a while even for a good bard. Though there are a few plays we could show you... Oh! And you should definitely meet Ariadne's priestess as well. She's one of the newest of us here and her gruesome sculptures are incredible. I want to know more about you though, goddess! And does this mean you'll come to our parties in the future?" Her eyebrows wiggled, a wink given as her hands clutched at one another before her chest.

She truly did wonder what kind of party-goer Magissa would be now that she is herself!

"Do you have time for a wander? We still have the poppy fields, and our protected clearings and beaches." It was the beauty of a goddess here having the ability to bend reality a little. Mortal populations of the island grew, but their access to nature didn't shrink as much as it should.

#. | the first priestess of mania (hypatia)#. | modern godly (au)#wyrdwife

gloamios

@darkencdcosmos murmured: The newly retired spy settles themself at their table in the bar the local police gloss over. Their dark wool coat drapes over the back of their chair, and their long hair now flows down loose over their shoulders. Now the mask can come off, just for a moment. They are tired of almost everything.

They had ordered two drinks on their way in and now one sat empty opposite them as they played with the lid on their lighter, flicking it on and off as they just think things over. Smirking as they figure their absence at their own retirement party has been noticed by now.

When a figure sits down opposite them, they smile around the rim of their drink and look at her briefly through the glass before setting it down.

"You're late. For once." ( for mel, from dys )

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painted lips curve into a wry smile as she settles down across from her every fixation personified. her long curtain of black hair hangs freely from beneath her scarf, but the tell-tale white streak above her forehead is hidden. stocking adorned legs cross one over the other beneath the table, her heels dripping rainwater to the tile floor below.

“pardon me for having enough sense to say a polite goodbye. i had to wait until the chief articulated your absence and you know how long it takes that fool to see anything beyond his next bottle of liquor.” manicured but bare nails tap lightly against her silver poisoner's ring, disguised as a class ring from her academy days. mismatched eyes inspect their choice of drink beneath wet lashes, heavy from the rain.

she says nothing further, merely makes eye contact with the bartender who prepares her a whiskey sour without further question. he brings it over to her, and she does not give him a smile, merely a nod in thanks. she looks back to dys then, and raises her glass just enough to be considered toasting.

“to new chapters.”

darkencdcosmos

"I do, and I know too that I don't care for the manners and politics. Almost worse than the fieldwork." They grumble, though a slight twitch at the corner of their lips betrays their amusement.

Noting her inspection of their drink choice, they shrug. They too had gone for whiskey sours, both because one of those drinks had been intended for her (had she not been so polite to her superior), and because she had been on their mind. As the former-rival tended to be moreso nowadays.

A glass is raised with hers.

"To new chapters and no boss overlord." They take a sip, look around the quiet bar and back to her through strands of their dark hair.

"So, will this be a new chapter for you too? Heading back out there somewhere I'm no longer allowed to hear of, or will you live vicariously through my, undecided life of retirement?"

Melinoë was a very ambitious woman, no doubt she had her plans. Dystonia couldn't blame her, it was something they fiercely admired about her, in fact. It didn't mean, however, that they wouldn't mourn her banter and her company.

#. | warped and bent in monstrous ways (dystonia)#. | the shadowy spy (noir)#. | dys/mel tbt #gloamios

#. | let's escape this world and open our third eye to another (kal)#Spotify

gloamios

her eyes crease in a mouthless smile, her hair flowing in starlit waves around her, as if she were underwater. darkness tinged hands reach up, gently settling on a nearby limb of the monstrously powerful being before her.

“good. i see you, too." a pause, as she decides how to explain the purpose of this visit to them; that eleos refused to have her only associations with phrike to be in times of danger. “it's been a while since i've seen you. i know you've been training hard.”

this visit is being monitored, distantly, and they're deliberately in a controlled area so they don't cause havoc throughout the underworld like in phrike's inception, but they have privacy for the most part.

that gentle hand rubs up and down on their form, the soft blue of her starlit form melting into the pitch black. “do you ... know who i am?” she wants the affirmation, but she also wants to learn how phrike sees her, in times of calm.

darkencdcosmos

The limb grasped immediately lowers to a height more comfortable for her grasp. An eye sees those darkened hands and feels a flare of anger towards that already vanquished. How dare any creature touch what is theirs. This mark should show to everyone what a mistake it would be to touch her ever again.

Words of their training go unanswered, seeing an answer already in them. The training had been going well. It had been a while.

The rub of those shadowed thumbs cause slight ripples in the haired skin beneath her grasp, ticklish against such gentle touch.

At the ridiculous question, their head rears a little in outrage.

"You assume I do not know who you are? You, darkened by my chest. Of course I know!" The words are firm, almost offended. How ever could they forget someone so important. Central to their original very purpose.

#. | always watching from the shadows (epiales)#. | cracking limbs and terrific fright (phrike)#. | godly #gloamios

gloamios

@darkencdcosmos murmured: She had spent hours checking she wasn't tailed, checking with Hypnos their surveillance was secure and checking she wasn't being tracked, but after killing another younger sibling she was on edge. On edge and now stupidly upset. It was all because she had been "healing" but it felt like getting worse. How could she work when she felt worry and upset?! All she'd wanted was to be with Phea but she'd had to make desperately sure first she wasn't followed.

At least Hypnos could confirm Phea and her partner were fine.

Lyssa meanwhile was crouched in an alleyway with her palms pressed to her eyes trying to breathe like a moron as she realised she had to see her sister.

After Hypnos had assured her for the hundredth time, Lyssa slowly made her way to her sister's place and gave her special knock. She'd cleaned up but now she was in a simple black hoodie with her hands shoved in the front pocket as she swayed from foot to foot in discomfort as she waited for her sister. As soon as she was in and saw Phea, her arms wrapped around her and she hugged her in silence. Her whole body stiff.

⸻ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🌤️ 🌊 ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ⸻

the joyous, warm surprise of lyssa's visit sinks to cold worry as her sister does not speak, but rather clings to her, hiding away in silence. phea closes the door and locks it one handed, the other arm wrapped securely around her sister's stiff body. she squeezes her close, resting her cheek on her sister's shoulder, before softly offering, “couch?”

it would do both of them good to sit; phea's memories may be unreliable at times but there's something deeply familiar about this. about a clean — too clean, for the middle of the day / night — lyssa slipping into phea's arms, away from everyone else. usually, it meant something had gone wrong. but lyssa doesn't seem hurt, or so phea thinks; she's not a doctor or anything. but she knows her sister.

something did happen, but as they settle on the couch — phea half dragging lyssa along with her, so they can move together — she knows she can only hope she'll tell her in time.

darkencdcosmos

The click of the door lock set Lyssa back in motion briefly, peeling away from her sister to slide the two deadbolts across. Right now, there was no degree of safety that was too much.

Though the moment she saw her sister and the worried look, she wordlessly folded back into her sister's arms. A nod was the only signal given to accept the offer of couch. Peeling again once more, she checked the doorways to the other rooms and then sunk down onto the couch.

"Nothing's gone wrong. I've gone wrong. I-" A frustrated huff leaves her, sick of her own emotions and all the associated bullshit.

"I wish I'd never agreed to heal." Her hands pressed into her eyes again. "I wish we'd never been born into this bullshit!"

What she knew laid beneath all this upset and stress and worry was fatigue. She was tired. So tired of all the death, the psychos, the violence that had to happen just for a semblance of an ordinary life to stay afloat. Now, thanks to Sal and her family, she'd fucking craved normality. And it made her for once sick of what she'd been raised to do.

It was becoming increasingly harder to do, but if she didn't do it how the fuck could they live safely?

"I killed another but I could barely fucking stomach it. I'm- everything's wrong with me."

A cushion beside her was punched before she lent wordlessly against Phea in defeat.

#. | knight in shining armour (lyssa)#. | raised a weapon (mortal)#gloamios

gloamios

@darkencdcosmos murmured: Lyssa is pissed off with the world today. Her favourite and only acceptable cafe had somehow run out of coffee, a nail had broken off while her nail artist was on holiday and some of the clients decided today was the day they tried to push their luck on Mel. She stormed into the house, slammed down her bag and marched herself straight into Sal's arms, latching on - face buried.

⸻ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🌤️ 🌊 ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ⸻

sal's never surprised at the ferocity of lyssa's emotional responses to life anymore; if anything, she's grateful that her wife is starting to show them, to really feel them. she knows it's overwhelming for her, but it's a mark of progress. and she'd rather have her overwhelmed and coming to her for help than overwhelmed and numbing it out with dissociation or lethal gym routines.

she wraps her arms around her, pausing to turn down the tv as she pulls lyssa more firmly into her embrace on the couch, her long legs bracketing her in against her body. she presses soft kisses to her hair, hands rubbing up and down her back as she hums softly. she doesn't need to comment on the day being bad, so she stays silent initially.

after a few moments, she softly asks, “want some chocolate?” that always helps, and if lyssa turns down chocolate, sal knows she needs to up the ante.

darkencdcosmos

Slim fingers clutch at Sal's loose shirt, tired body staying still as it feels the other curl around her and enclose her. Her nose presses to Sal's neck, inhaling her familiar cologne and just breathing. Annoying as it was, that actually worked.

So she breathed and tried not to think about how the entire world felt like it was testing her today in its dull and stupid state. Retirement was stupid, she didn't know why she agreed to it. It just felt so boring, even if there was still the threat of her siblings out there. She'd done enough damage for them to leave her alone. Work, even with Mel, was getting boring and Sal still went away. Thankfully not today.

The chocolate request comes and Lyssa considers it before just tightening her grip and shrugging.

"Later maybe. You're not moving now."

There was no way she wanted Sal to move just when they were comfortable..

#. | knight in shining armour (lyssa)#. | mortal au (closed)#gloamios

gloamios

@darkencdcosmos murmured: Sof woke up with the familiar and happiest routine of feeling the warmth of their girlfriend right next to them. Sitting up they yawn and stretch, yet already they are pouting before they've even opened their eyes. There is movement in the bed and they can hear Phea getting up and leaving. Already? In this state they forgot the games she likes to play sometimes.

"Baby?" Their sleep-deepened voice calls out to her before another yawn takes them. "Baby, angel, come back to bed. It's," looking at the clock they whine. "Too early for breakfast."

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orphea knows exactly what she's doing, making sof ask for her this early in the morning. and it hits, every. single. time. pleasant shivers run down her back as she hears that low, smoky voice asking for her, thick with sleep and having seemingly dropped ( again! ) overnight from the testosterone regimen they'd been on.

she bites her lower lip as she circles the bed, moving over to sof's side and coaxing them onto their back with a hand on their shoulder. “awww, but i'm hungry.”

straddling their hips, she slides back into bed, arching her back as she teasingly, yet “innocently", rolls her hips. “but not for food," she clarifies, sliding her hands up sof's chest and leaning down to kiss at their neck. even if it goes nowhere now, phea has plenty of fun planting the seed for later.

darkencdcosmos

An arm slung across their eyes as they hear her walking around the room, only moving when they hear her close and attempts to grasp her sleep shirt to pull her back into bed. The push on their shoulder instead has them sleepily squint their eyes open, fingers still gently grasping her sleep shirt as her weight settles on their hips. A little smirk tugs at their lips as she clarifies where her hunger lies.

Hands move to settle on her thighs, rolling up to her hips when the rolling happens - a little encouragement. Soft sighs leave their lips as the warmth of Phea's lips ghosts over their neck. Their head tilts, giving way to those exploring kisses as a hand of their own now snakes up her spine, slipping beneath the thin fabric and around to her ribs. Exploring the meal they were soon to have.

"Yeah? Well, breakfast in bed is nice..."

Already they were picturing what they wanted. Their harness was still in its drawer, and their mind is already drawn to the image of how they could have their girlfriend crying out softly against sun-rosied sheets. That image alone had them moving the hand from her ribs up to her chest to start groping there softly, thumb rubbing over her nipple.

"...but there's something we're missing."

Sof tilts their head to steal Phea's lips away in a few passionate kisses before their final whisper comes, words brushing against kiss-swollen lips.

"Get my harness, pick your favourite addition."

With a final kiss, the touches on her loosen - though they can't bring themselves to let go of her fully until she goes to move. The match has been struck, and their desire burns bright.

#|| quiet though they may be their soul is colourful and bright (sof)#|| photographs coffee brewing and domestic bliss (mortal)#|| i was lost until i found you (sof/phea)#gloamios

@rosarybled asked: approaching the reclining form of her fellow high priestess, rosalie gently places the flower crown she'd made atop her head. technically they both were supposed to be relaxing, but rosalie found she needed to do something with her hands. in her defense, it wasn't all selfless work; she's wearing a matching one herself. (for hypatia)

The sound of soft footsteps didn't stir Hypatia from her sunbathing. This spot was prime, and she expected that this was some act of mischief she could jokingly chase them for soon enough. Whoever this was. All part of the fun that came with beautiful spring afternoons like this.

A pressure is felt on her head and an eye cracks open, peering up and smiling as she sees flowers. Both eyes open now, she glances around to see Rosalie in matching fashion. Immediately she is shuffling over on her sun spot to make room for her sister.

"Oh these are beautiful, and smell so beautiful, thank you." She says gently, patting the grass beside her. "Join me won't you? I'm worried you're going to scurry back off to work when our Lady told you to relax."

She knew that Rosalie still felt such a need to be forever working, as if earning Ariadne's approval. What had the world come to with such shame and fear everywhere?

#. | feline and feral (hypatia)#. | guiding those lost back home (high priestess)#rosarybled

@hisbiter asked: and what, exactly, was that. (for kal!)

When he'd finished wiping tears from his face and stopped hiccuping from laughter, Kal rolled onto his back and twisted his head to see his friend as he rubbed the cramp out of his thigh.

"O-okay so, ahem, ah that was gonna be my attempt of this contortion move that my sib can do real well – since they were a contortionist and still kinda are – combined with a headstand but then I got cramp on the way up and fell." He explains between sharp intakes of breath and minature giggles.

"It woulda looked so cool!"

#. | let's escape this world and open our third eye to another (kal)#. | watermelon vapes and trippy escapes (mortal)#hisbiter

hisbiter

[ rings ] ⎯⎯ while both smoking, sender and receiver are trying to outdo one another blowing rings of smoke. (from kal, this is so them) — @darkencdcosmos

they've been left alone for too long. while kleis isn't necessarily a vape kind of guy, he does like the tricks one can do with the thicker mist, and kal seems to love sharing. but they've gone from flavor comparison to trick comparison, and now kleis is seriously debating laying on the ground to see if he can do the tornado trick that kal was telling him about. “hey…what are the chances we're being left to entertain ourselves, you think?” he asks, watching kal take a regular hit. “unless alecto is like demos when shopping…” an exhale, a casual dragon-like plume of mist from his nose and the corners of his mouth. “those poor retail fuckers.”

darkencdcosmos

Kal had been about to do another set of rings, or trying to get one ring through the other, but that 'retail fuckers' line really tickled him. He tried to laugh and exhale at the same time and ended up in a coughing fit.

"Yeah nah it's the first one. They're probably at a cafe or a wine bar or something. My husband's totally not a "retail fucker"" he chuckles again. "She has, like, so little patience for even walking around the city sometimes. She's not the ultra long shopping type. That's me and my older sister more for sure. We're like moths to a flame if we see something real cool."

His head rolls on the sofa to gaze at Kleis on the floor before he goes to lay on the couch instead.

"Does Demos lead you to the couch for husbands and boyfriends and stuff?"

#. | let's escape this world and open our third eye to another (kal)#. | watermelon vapes and trippy escapes (mortal)#hisbiter

witch1nghour

𝜗𝜚 ⠀𝗕𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗕 ﹔ various sentence starters ( platonic/romantic/antagonistic/etc ) from TWILIGHT: SHOOTING DRAFT ( february 11, 2008 ) . please , like or reblog if you plan on using . don’t claim as your own . content warning : tw . part one.

I'd never given much thought to how I'd die.

dying in the place of someone I love seems like a good way to go.

I can't bring myself to regret the decision that brought me here to die.

have a good life.

it won't work again, baby.

your hair's longer.

he hasn't shut up about it since you told him you were coming.

yeah ... I think I remember.

are they always like this?

it's getting worse with old age.

too bad. would've been nice to know at least one person.

I'm kind of a suffer in silence type.

are you alright? I warned them not to make me play.

it's only a flesh wound.

that's why they kicked me out.

it's first grade all over again, and you're the shiny new toy.

they kinda keep to themselves.

I'm not even sure that's legal.

they're not actually related.

he's totally gorgeous, obviously.

but apparently, no one here is good enough for him.

don't waste your time.

I'll just endure it.

are people talking about them again?

ice doesn't help the uncoordinated.

be careful.

give it up for the rain.

I didn't have a chance to introduce myself last week.

you've been gone.

enjoying the rain?

seriously? you're asking me about the weather?

no. I don't like the cold. or the wet. or the gray. or parkas. or turtle necks.

I'm just trying to figure you out.

you're very hard to read.

did anyone see what happened?

I'm so sorry, I tried to stop.

it sure as hell is not okay.

we nearly lost you.

it was amazing he got to me so fast.

as long as you're safe.

can I talk to you for a moment?

how did you get over to me so quickly?

I know what I saw.

and what, exactly, was that.

you stopped the van. you pushed it away.

no one will believe that.

I wasn't planning to tell anyone.

I just want to know the truth.

can't you just thank me and get over it?

you're not going to let it go, are you?

I hope you enjoy disapointment.

why did you even bother?

look! you're moving. you're ALIVE!

actually, I'm glad you're not dead cause - well, that would suck.

you want to go? to prom. with me?

how did you know about that?

you didn't answer my question.

you haven't answered any of mine. you won't even say hello.

it helps if you actually watch where you put your feet.

I know I've been rude, but it's for the best.

it would be better if we weren't friends.

too bad you didn't figure that out earlier.

you think I regret saving you?

she always did know how to worry.

should I know what that means?

la push, baby. you in?

I don't just surf the internet.

you stood up once. on a foam board.

I'll go if you stop saying that.

your mood swings are giving me whiplash.

if you were smart, you'd avoid me.

so let's say, for argument's sake, that I'm not smart. would you talk to me? tell me the truth?

I'd rather hear your theories.

what if I'm not the hero? what if I'm the bad guy.

you're not bad. you can be a jerk, but it's like this... mask. to keep people away.

rpmemes-galore

old film noir ...

scenarios based on tropes from the film noir genre

1. receiver's muse is a grizzled P.I, and sender's muse visits their office to request their help

2. sender's muse is a grizzled P.I, and receiver's muse visits their office to request their help

3. receiver's muse had a flashback and sudden realization that sender's muse is the suspect they've been looking for

4. receiver's muse is a detective questioning sender's muse about a crime

5. sender's muse is a detective questioning receiver's muse about a crime

6. receiver's muse is a femme fatale trying to distract sender's muse from their work

7. sender's muse is a femme fatale trying to distract receiver's muse from their work

8. receiver's muse is a criminal who shows up to mock sender's muse (the P.I. investigating them)

9. sender's muse is a criminal who shows up to mock receiver's muse (the P.I. investigating them)

10. receiver's muse is a detective beginning to doubt reality due to a confusing case, and turns to sender's muse for help

11. sender's muse is a detective beginning to doubt reality due to a confusing case, and turns to receiver's muse for help

12. receiver's muse dramatically confronts sender's over a crucial secret they've been hiding

13. sender's muse dramatically confronts receiver's over a crucial secret they've been hiding

@gloamios asked: "So, let me get this straight: you know how to kill a man fifteen different ways, just with your bare hands, and you wouldn't even break a sweat... but you don't know what to do at a party?" (from mel, to lyssa, mortal verse, on gloamios)

AND WEAPONS DON'T WEEP: STARTERS | Accepting

Lyssa looks immediately offended at the perceived mocking tone of her friend. Rather than being her friend and silently helping her, she decided she really wanted to rub salt in this wound. Great. She sipped her drink and watched Sal effortlessly moving about the party and curls her lip in actual disgust thinking about herself joining her.

No.

"Yeah well that wasn't in the psychopath's training guide. I wasn't a honeypot. I looked like a fucking action man made to repel attention. I didn't go to parties. Sue me. Fuck you." She grumbles, though the final curse held no heat whatsoever.

Her arms crossed over her body, finally showing a small crumb of the squirming discomfort inside her as she glances over at her friend.

"Can't we just go home or find a parking lot to drink in or something? That I can do. Sal won't even notice. Dystonia would be down to meet us." She was so jealous they'd gotten out of party duty, and angry that Nyx had given her explicit permission to 'enjoy herself' here and refused to assign more work.

#. | knight in shining armour (lyssa)#. | assistant and personal guard dog (mortal au)#gloamios

Anonymous asked: "Monster is such an ugly word. I prefer to think of it as... helping you reach your fullest potential." (from either parent/creator of lyssa's, in any verse)

AND WEAPONS DON'T WEEP: STARTERS | Accepting

Akontia had seen the local newspaper clippings laid out on the coffee table, the different descriptions of the anonymous killer of a human rights activist. Her work, her latest assessment of her skills of sniping and escape.

She'd been about to just shrug, who cared what she was called?

But then Mother piped up from where she had been marking college assignments at her desk close by. Replying to Father before Lyssa had a chance.

"Why do you consider it an ugly word? It is what she is. What she is meant to be. A tad dramatic, yes, but why assign a negative connotation to it when it is objective fact. She is a monster, well perhaps a monsterling as of yet - the disposal of the disguise was truly sloppy and I've noticed the training schedule we've spent a fortune on isn't being utilised. Honestly Akontia."

There it was again, praise and even direct communication side-railed by Mother and returned to the criticism that had already been unceremoniously given to her in their debrief as soon as she got home. How they saw all of it she still didn't yet know, but it was just another reminder of how closely they watched. How perfect every move on mission had to be.

Akontia let herself zone out of the rambling discussion on the etymology of the word 'monster' and how accurately it described her, if her work was at that level yet. The true bloods certainly attaining that status and nicknames far better.

It was only when she she felt a searing pain at the back of her head and Father's presence behind her, the textbook she was whacked with slammed down in front of her that she focussed back in. Failing to recite the last sentence said to her. Escorted to the gym, still dizzy, where she was shoved onto the treadmill to run until he returned.

Akontia glared at the mirrored wall before her, seeing the stranger before her glare right back. Just the two of them and the hum of the treadmill now to keep her company as the day came to a close.

@wyrdwife

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AND WEAPONS DON'T WEEP: STARTERS

a collection of dialogue prompts for or about characters who have been treated or trained as weapons by others, valued only for their capacity for violence, destruction, and harm. trigger warnings for mentions of murder and violence. change & alter as needed.

THE WEAPON:

"I'm not proud of the person they've turned me into. But it's all I know. And it's too late for me to change now."

"If there was ever any good in me, there's none left anymore."

"I don't know where the blood ends. Where my hands begin."

"I do what it takes to survive. And I don't care if that makes me a villain."

"I'm good at hurting people. I'm not going to apologize for doing what I'm good at."

"I'll never know who I could have been if they hadn't made me into this."

"This is your fault! You did this to me! You're the reason I'm like this!"

"Don't try and get close to me. You'll just get yourself hurt."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm... I'm not very good at being good."

"I don't really know how to be gentle."

"I'm not nice, and I'm not going to pretend to be. Deal with it."

"They made me a monster."

"They're all afraid of me. And they're right to be. You should be, too."

"I know I'm a villain. I don't need you to tell me that."

"Look at what they did to me! Look at what they made me into! It's their fault! They ruined me!"

"I wish they'd just killed me. I wish they'd just killed me instead of turning me into this. Being dead is better than being a monster."

"I know you're scared of me. It's okay. Everyone is."

"What does it matter whether I feel guilty about it or not? I still did it. Being sorry doesn't change that."

"Who am I if I'm not a monster?"

"No one could ever love me after everything I've done."

"Why aren't you afraid of me? How can you not be afraid of me?"

"I don't even know who I am without them pulling my strings."

"You want me to be the villain so bad? I can damn well provide."

"I don't want to be like this anymore. I don't want to hurt people. I want to be gentle. I want to be good."

"Who am I if I'm not what they've made me?"

"I don't need a weapon. I am one."

"Do you think I have it in me, to be good?"

THE WIELDER:

"You look so beautiful covered in somebody else's blood."

"And where did this little crisis of conscience come from all of a sudden?"

"You don't get to say no to me. Not after everything I've done for you. You owe me."

"You belong to me. You're mine."

"Where would you be without me? Who would you be without me? ...That's right. So let's try and be a little more grateful, hm?"

"I gave you everything, and this is how you choose to repay me?"

"I made you! You're nothing without me!"

"You don't make the rules, darling. That's my job."

"You are a dog, and I hold your leash. Never forget that."

"I didn't make you a monster. I just brought out what was already there."

"Look at you, coming when I call, eating out of my hand, doing everything I tell you... such a good dog, aren't you?"

"You think you can just walk away from me? Where are you going to go? Nobody else could possibly love a sick thing like you!"

"Monster is such an ugly word. I prefer to think of it as... helping you reach your fullest potential."

"I've got you trained so well, don't I?"

"I thought you knew better than to disobey me."

"Do you really think you can be a hero? After everything you've done?"

"Well, then, if I really ruined your life like you say, why don't you just kill me? We both know you're good at that."

"This is all you're good for. Don't go getting delusions of grandeur on me now."

"You couldn't survive without me. Don't ever delude yourself into thinking otherwise."

"I give the orders. You take them. Not the other way around."

"Destruction is really the only thing you're good at, darling. Take that away, and what's left?"

THE OBSERVER:

"You don't have to be what they tell you to be, you know? You're not stuck. You can change."

"You're not a monster. You're my friend."

"Being gentle doesn't come easy to you, does it?"

"You're a good person. I'm sorry they made you think you aren't."

"You kind of have a little... blood... on your face. ...Don't worry, I'll get it for you."

"I'm not scared of you."

"So, have you ever... you know... killed somebody?"

"You're sick, you know that? You're really sick. I can't believe you seriously do this kind of shit."

"Look, I know who you are. I know what you've done. And I'm not running away from you. You can't scare me off."

"You really are a monster."

"Why do you listen to them? Why do you take orders from them? You don't have to obey everything they tell you."

"So, let me get this straight: you know how to kill a man fifteen different ways, just with your bare hands, and you wouldn't even break a sweat... but you don't know what to do at a party?"

"You're not as mean as you want everyone to think you are."

"You say you're not a dog. So why do you blindly follow orders like one?"

"You don't have to do this. You don't have to be like this. You can choose your own path."

"You really are as bad as they say."

"Don't touch me. You have blood on your hands."

"I know you won't hurt me. I trust you."

"No! Stay away from me! Don't come any closer!"

"The world isn't just heroes and villains. You don't have to be one or the other. And just because you've been one doesn't mean you can't be the other."

"You don't have to listen to them. You don't have to obey."

"They don't get to decide who you are. No one but you gets to decide who you are."

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