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when they ask you if you were meek remind them that persephone meant the destroyer and she crushed the skulls of her enemies between her teeth while she was gone from hades and if they call you harmless recall that artemis was simply a maiden but shot down her foes from her chariot in the sky when her brother was asleep and when they order you to be simply warm caution that hestia had eyes of coals and graciously gave up her seat but burnt olympus down in the end.

[apskepner]

[dcameron]

[likepiecesintoplaces]

[brolinjosh]

me when comforting people

*falls in love with the attention you give me but not with you*

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DELILAH STONE.

The other girl was familiar in the sense of looking into a mirror; the fair hair, the rosy skin – the small build. A silly protective urge came over her because of it, even though it was probably likely that they weren’t similar in any other ways. Not that it made Delilah want to save the stranger any more than all the other survivors she would meet. She certainly made a terrible job out of protecting herself. “About ten minutes. I’m not sure what he’s doin’ or planning but I’m hoping for an escape plan.” Concern passed over her features as the other mentioned she had no time to wait. “You don’t want to encounter him though, do you?”

   she can’t help but feel SILLY ; useless ... oona sayer has never been one to s t r a t e g i z e. her sole survival had been on broken prayers and pouting lips. she doubts either of those will help her in this moment. ❝ no, no. but maybe, uh ... ❞ emerald hues search around for an escape route. ❝ i guess we could always just run for it? ❞

[thomaholland]

[lcudationarchive-blog]

ELSPETH ALLWAY.

       .･｡ - —     O P E N.

          “it’s A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS,” she says, flicking her eyes up from the slightly water-damaged copy of the wide window, “axel found it and brought it back for me.”

   ❝ i’ve never heard of it. ❞ the news would be unsurprising to anyone who knew her : the sayer children were kept under lock and key, protected from the evils of the outside world. harry potter ? no way ! and negativity like ‘unfortunate events’ just tempted the devil --- anything other than the BIBLE was considered to be a stumble. not that oona knew what she was m i s s i n g. ❝ is it ... good ? ❞

[ma-demoiselle-cherie]

[sense-and-fashion]

[chopshopsandpoetryjams]

Beware the Sirens’ song

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❪ jay rodriguez. ❫

It was human nature, mainly when things have gone to shit, to anchor themselves to something that gave them a sense of normalcy. Whether a simple stroll through the park, enjoying the company of others, or taking out their aggressions on an adiquiat punching bag. Everyone had something that helped them escape, relax, distract, or just forget for a while. For The mechanic, when not working on his cars, projects, or bunker, was enjoying the sunrise, or in this case the sunset. Taking the chance to see it not only reminded him of life before. But also, that he’s survived up until so far. Every sunrise was a new day, and sunset a new night. The world as it was now a nice little reminder that tomorrow wasn’t promised.

The raven haired mechanic was laid out on the hood of his truck; back on the windshield, enjoying as the final light from the sun lit up the sky. He had driven a ways north of his bunker. The woodland area usually cleared of strays and wanderers, usually. Everything seemed to be calm for the moment. And then he heard it. No warning. No wind-up. Just a loud boom that seemed to fill the once quiet air. It startled Jay from his resting spot. Causing him to jump off his hood. The decision to get back in his truck was a no brainer. The real question was whether to go to the persisting sound, or drive away and wait out the more than likely approaching hoard. As if to add to his list of decisions he needed to make he could see the silhouette of someone, with a pulse from the look of it, seeming coming right for his truck. “Great”, he said to himself as he readied his gun.

   ❝ wait ! hey --  ❞ her words seem pointless now under the lusty blanket of tocsin, sure to be muted by the time they make it that far. and her feet --- god, she’s never as clumsy as she is when she’s PANICKED. ❝ please, ❞ her speech is half prayer ; a call for mercy in the coming moments. after all, the siren only distracted the dead so long before their hunger overpowered any other senses. ❝  ... take me with you ! ❞

[lcudationarchive-blog]

[dranoparty]

[magna-mater-deactivated20191006]

what is this a fucking contest

[ellliot-deactivated20151209]

[lcudationarchive-blog]

CONTINUED FROM [ x ]

there is a quick WAR inside her chest : leave, unsatisfied or stay and face the consequences later. oona suspects it’s nothing a bat of her lashes or a confused foreign murmur couldn’t solve. and so platinum hair falls around porcelain skin and lips part to speak her temporary peace.    ❝ i have a little bit of time. ❞    emerald eyes turn to the horizon ; there’s still hours before the wyoming sky will turn into flames of red and pink and splashes of purple. nightfall wasn’t as close as she’d made it seem. maybe, she had wanted florence to protest, to ask her to STAY. oona sayer is a girl who needs to be wanted.   ❝ flo, ❞   the name comes out thick, like syrup.   ❝ i ... have enjoyed my time with you. ❞

@piouswicker

[semipretentious]

[bitutamavisac]