H I D D E N

hidden among the mortals she once played with like marionettes. independent aphrodite. selective.

[ayecristos-blog]

[musingmemes]

baby / new parent memes

“ should she/he be making that noise? ”

“ she’s crying again… it’s your turn ”

“ should she/he be screaming this much? ”

“ i think she/he has a fever ”

“ you can’t call the pediatrician every time you have a question! ”

“ be careful with her/him! ”

“ the books didn’t cover this… ”

“ i think she/he has a rash ”

“ i don’t know what i’m doing ”

“ do you think we’re doing a good job? ”

“ she’s/he’s a prodigy!!! ”

“ have you seen my breast pump? ”

“ i’ve never been so tired in my life ”

“ how have they already outgrown these clothes?? ”

“ be careful with her/him… ”

“ do you wanna count her/his toes again? ”

“ you think she/he knows who i am? ”

“ i think this diaper is on wrong ”

“ watch your mouth, this baby’s first word better not be a curse word ”

“ shhhh! i just got her/him to sleep ”

“ do we really have to watch the wiggles 24/7? ”

“ should she/he be socializing with other babies? ”

“ be careful… she/he is a hair puller ”

“ she/he looks like you ”

“ we made this… ”

[ofthefoam]

     ❛     when have i EVER said something i didn’t mean?     ❜    he leaned briefly into the touch, before taking her hand in his to pull her with him.      ❛     don’t trust me?     ❜

❝ —  well, never  ❞       she admitted with a laugh.       ❝ —  i don’t distrust you, but- where are you taking me?  ❞

[ofthefoam]

“I can’t fall in love with you. I don’t want all the pain that comes with it.”

          ❝  —   get out. ❞ she grabbed at the sheets that entangled the two of them together, exposing his naked body and covering her own. hot tears were already falling down her cheeks by the time she got out of bed- HER bed. she knew ares was never one to mince words, but this? just after he came into her bed the night before and stayed with her till late morning. how long had he been thinking this? why would he be thinking this?was she such an EVIL creature that he could not love her? he had to be lying. he was being spiteful, or harsh, or maybe this was some terrible joke and in a few moments he would burst into laughter and beg her forgiveness and take her in his arms and whisper that he would never say such a thing and mean it. but she didn’t care. it hurt. she clutched the sheets to her, her body hidden from him. and she jutted her chin at the chamber door. leave. her eyes were trained on the ground.           ❝  —  get out of my rooms, and get out of my house. if it is so painful to be in love with me then i will spare you the agony. ❞

[ofthefoam]

“It never works for us, and it never will.”

❝  —  is this truly how you feel? ❞         to say that his words stung was an understatement, and she makes no effort to hide the surprise and the agony in her expression. why should she? the pair had suffered so much in order to be together, and he was giving up now? she could laugh. he was SURRENDERING, giving in to the rest of them, to everyone who disapproved. the one fight that truly mattered, and he refused to take up arms. was she alone on this battlefield? what was the point of all of this PAIN, for nothing?          what would happen after they parted ways? what would the others think of them then? they would laugh. they would laugh at HER. stupid, stupid aphrodite. breaking her marriage vow time and time again for no purpose, no justification. becoming the most HATED of all the olympians for the one lover that just wanted to call it quits.          she bites down on her tongue, forcing down words of VENOM that would only strain the two further. she wanted to scream, to call him weak; she wanted to cry and plead and beg him to stay with her, if it’s something that’s wrong with her then she could change. she could make anew. just please, please stay-         then she remembered who SHE was, and that she would not change, no matter how deeply her love ran for them. he was in her very ichor, her soul sang out against his words. but if this is what he wanted, then she would deny him. ❝  —  fine, ARES. if that is what you think, then we should end this.❞

[ofthefoam]

He smiled, fingers splayed along her neck as his thumb brushed softly over her bottom lip. The soldier found himself constantly mesmerized, whether she stood in front of him or retreated to her own home for the night. A portion of him understood how selfish he was being, letting this woman know that he had fallen in love with her when he could never give her the time she needed. Lafayette’s days were filled with battle plans and meetings, strategizing to the point of exhaustion, often until sunset.

He simply pulled her closer, strong arm locking around her slender waist. Her words made him smile, a grin that would have stretched from ear to ear had it not been for the strange melancholy pressing against his heart. The Frenchman wished more than anything that their circumstances could be normal, that he could promise her his every day, and that images of war would not make his hands shake and pallor turn pale in the dead of night. He leaned down to kiss her again, this time his lips crashing against hers with confidence, breath leaving him as fire poured through his veins at the sensation.

“It is what I have wanted since the first night you came to see me,” he exhaled upon pulling away, pressing his forehead to hers. “I have fallen in love with you, ma chérie.”

         and so came the words that she knew he would say, but she was afraid to hear all the same. not for her sake, but for his. mortals were so extremely fragile, and the fact that the one that had caught her interest was in the middle of a war certainly did not help. she wondered briefly then, while in the arms of this lover, of her old one. was he watching this new world from above, did he keep his eye on these soldiers? was HER soldier safe? or would he bleed out on the battlefield, among hundreds, his weapons stripped from his body and his corpse unrecognizable-          she smiled at him, forcing those thoughts from her mind. she should be happy in this moment, with him. her hands moved up to his face, his beautiful tired face, thumbs caressing his cheeks.            ❝  —   well now i simply must stay ❞,   she murmured, her tone playful,              ❝  —   you cannot kiss a woman like THAT and expect her not to want                     more. ❞          the exhaustion in his eyes and his posture did not escape her. for many nights it was all she could think of. an all powerful deity she was, but her element was not in bloodshed. she had made the mistake of thinking she was capable of such before. she would not make the same mistake again. if this revolution failed, and they were slaughtered, he was the only one that mattered. damn the rest. if she had anything to do with it, she would not let death embrace him that easily.          ❝  — je suis profondément en amour avec vous. ❞

[ofthefoam]

❝Tell me again why you decided you need to learn to fight? We’ve been at this for the better part of an hour now—I think it time for a rest. You can try again tomorrow. Come back then and I’ll consider giving you another lesson.❞

❝— rest? REST? i have all of eternity to rest. i cannot always rely on my feminine wiles to get myself out of trouble. and it will certainly catch people by surprise. come on, herc. just a few more minutes.❞

[ofthefoam]

the GODS no longer linger in their temples. they do not bless mortals with answers to their frantic prayers. the winds of zephyrus drift through the glens with no purpose. no longer can one hear the laughter of nymphs playing by the stream, nor the sound of a satyr tuning his lyre. the forests and fields do not house deities. their palaces lie in RUIN, with no one to mourn what has been lost. no oracle is respected, no hero revered. the world is no longer filled with the sounds of RECKLESS immortals in drunken or lusty stupors. olympus is a wasteland, with the dust of TWO THOUSAND YEARS filming over what little they left behind.

           they are not there,                     but they did not die.

[ofthefoam]

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[astridbergesfrisbeymania]

[constantquibbling-deactivated20]

Send me '☯ + a scene from my characters canon' and I will drabble it from my character's POV.

[lionwept-archive-blog]

I am in agony, and, in it, i cut on my fingertips                               and dip my pen in the ink that i bleed. It rips my organs to shreds &                                                                 my lungs are so full of it that                              WORDS ARE THE ONLY THING I BREATHE OUT NOW.

[declarationwritten-deactivated2]

you  cannot  protect  the  nation  by  attacking  the  right  of  every  man  to  speak  freely  without  fear .  you’re  trampling  on  the  constitution .  the  states  will  have  no  alternative  but  to  resist  these  measures ,  which  are  an  assault  on  the  liberty  of  their  people .

                                                          indie  &  highly  selective  thomas  jefferson                                                                 HISTORICAL ,  not  musical  based                                                                            penned  by : danielle

[ofthefoam]

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[ofthefoam]

@thecleverthief

❝— you, my dear, have been avoiding me. ❞       the wide grin on her face deceived the seriousness of her words. she was jesting; an action she was sure her companion would appreciate. but her words were not nonfactual. since their child was born- a child conceived from a single night of impromptu love-making- she hardly saw hermes, but she never wondered why that was. ❝— come with me, down to the caves at NYSA. the nymphs there are quite the sight for sore eyes. we’ll drink and enjoy ourselves. i’ve brought more than enough ambrosia for the two of us. i am not taking no for an answer.❞

[ofthefoam]

@ofcongress

     the rooms and halls of the grand house rang with mirth and joyous talk. the guests, more or less dressed as elaborately as she, bowed their heads as she walked past. she knew none of them closely, others in passing. even the host was a stranger to her. but she had heard talk of a splendid party, and immediately made her mind up to attend. she often spent her time around the common-folk, the less fortunate revolutionaries, and she was growing sick of it. this magnificence was definitely up her alley. she walked through each room, scanning the guests with sharp, curious eyes and they stared back with uncertain expressions. the musicians played an intricate quadrille, the music filling the air. the dancers laughed as they weaved through one another’s paths, and aphrodite smiled at the sight of it all.

[ofthefoam]

@fightinfrenchmxn || x

she never lingered long after the sunset. to continue the facade of a lady, one must never walk the streets alone at night. but she often lay awake in her bed, wondering of his dreams, if he was well. she cared about this soldier, this LANCELOT. to the extent that when he leaned down to kiss her, she lifted her head to meet his lips. her eyes fell shut, hands moving up to rest on his chest. there had been an infinite amount of moments- accidental brushing against one another, exchanges of glances that were full of nothing but longing- all leading up to this single explosion. a thousand thoughts ran through aphrodite’s mind as deepened the kiss.  this made everything so much more complicated. what would she do, when he was old and gray and she remained young? she could not simply slip away into some unknown town in a european country. now, explanations would be needed. she would have to tell him eventually, if this continued. would it continue? or would it grow sour, the end result of two extremely spirited people coming together in passions such as this? aphrodite pulled away, but her eyes remained closed.  ❝— i will stay.  ❞ she whispered, fingers fiddling with the fabric of his shirt,  ❝— i want nothing more than to stay with you, mon cher.  ❞