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Orpheus with his lute made trees, and the mountain tops that freeze, bow themselves, when he did sing; to his music, plants and flowers ever sprung; as sun and showers there had made a lasting spring.

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Hello everyone! My finals are finally over along with most of the busier days of the holiday. I am so sorry for the wait but thank you so much for being patient with me ❤

I will work on everything I owe, but in the meantime please like this post for a starter! Absolutely everyone is invited to request one!

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PSA: IF WE’RE IN A MUTUAL AND YOU WANT TO THROW A STARTER AT ME BECAUSE YOUR MUSE WANTS MINE OR YOU JUST WANT TO ROLEPLAY IN GENERAL —- JUST DO IT. I PROMISE, I’LL SCREAM WITH HAPPINESS IF YOU DO. YOU’RE NOT BOTHERING ME ; I WANT TO ROLEPLAY WITH ALL OF THE PEOPLE I FOLLOW. OKAY, YOU’RE ALL WONDERFUL. PCE.

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putastakeinit:

“School responsibilities. Ya know, like homework. Maybe if I just ignore it, it’ll go away or do itself. I don’t know.” She shrugged her shoulders with a small grin. Cute boy trying to help her avoid homework? It sounded good to her.

“If that is the case, I would be happy to help. I am at your service,” another soft laugh escaped him and a smile tugged at his lips. “My name is Orpheus, I thought that would be useful for you to know if I am going to help you, the pleasure is all mine. So, what do you like to do? I cannot imagine you want to continue hiding.” 

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welcomeamongdeath:

Ravos watched Orpheus with curiosity, fascinated with the young man. He’d been rather excited when he learned that the auger was coming to his temple. Not for the religious or mystical reasons, but rather… he enjoyed music.

“I wish to hear… your favorite, Orpheus.”

Stepping back and deeper into the temple, the god of passage asked the few priests in attendance to leave. He wanted a private moment to attune himself with the powers of the young auger.

Orpheus was not used to gods admiring him, especially not when he was merely standing there; it was typically the other way around. Though he had been chosen by the gods at birth to be one of their conduits, he never quite got used to their radiance or magnificence. The unique ethereal aura of each god enraptured him, claiming all of senses completely. Ravos’ own presence did not affect him any less, he could not quite tear his eyes away from Ravos as he followed the god deeper into the temple.

“My favourite?” the question slipped from his lips since he was genuinely surprised, “it would be an honour. I hope that it pleases you.” His eyes flicked to the side as he watched the priests as they left leaving him alone with the demi-god.

With a deep breath, the musician took up his golden lyre and closed his eyes. His slender fingers seamlessly began to strike the strings as he started to play. The melody was slow and quiet at first. Regardless of their quiet volume, the notes carried across the room to his only audience member like haunting whispers. The slow soulfulness of the melody was merely a prelude as the music unveiled itself. Orpheus’s fingers now danced with quick fluidity over the strings as music was unleashed from his lyre. The notes were as fierce and relentless as the sun’s rays but carried with them a sense of the sublimity and euphoria of the gods themselves. As the song’s pace picked up, even the fire within the room seemed to take notice as it glowed brighter and arched towards the mortal musician. 

Orpheus flicked his fingers one at a time in a slow scale as the song regretfully came to an end at last. His green eyes fluttered open and rested upon Ravos, “I thank you for taking the time to listen to a mortal play.”

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oftheblackoath:

Hundreds of thousands of years and nearly as many worlds, Ob Nixilis had destroyed them all. Wiped the life from entire worlds, raised armies of demons and committed genocide against untold species.

And here he was, listening to music played by a pretty little conduit to the gods. What a wonderful day. 

“Because I have, little pet… I am curious what those magnificent eyes of yours see when they look at me. Do you see the lives I have taken? The wars I have won? Do you see the power I once held?”

Leaning closer, Ob watched Orpheus closer, looking for some hint that this child had any more power. “I have held power the likes of which you could not imagine. I was limited by nothing, save my own will and my imagination.”

Green eyes stared at Ob, the mortal musician did not dare to remove them from a man who resonated with such palpable danger. He was not a fool. 

He tensed and his skin appeared to pale ever so slightly as the man’s voice graced his ears, Orpheus could sense the grave weight that the stranger’s words carried. He felt a chill run through his body, somehow this man knew he was a seer and augur. His grip tightened upon his golden lyre.

“Do you wish me to be impressed?” Orpheus inquired in turn, his voice stayed calm. There was a growing pain that he was attempting to stave off, but it was a losing battle as long as he was within this man’s presence. 

Within a moments he could fight it no longer, the hue of seer’s green eyes appeared to dull as a silver sheen were cast over them; Orpheus’s consciousness was now gripped by the divine bearing witness to the man’s past crimes. His body seized and jerked where he stood as the horrors tormented his mind. Screams pierced his mind filling him with the fear and horror of the victims and whimpers escaped his lips feeling agonising pain throughout his body. Images of pain, blood, and suffering played unrelentingly through his mind, searing it with images he could never forget. Then, suddenly all went silent and there was no more.

Orpheus blinked slowly as his consciousness returned, his body now trembled from the after effects of what he had bared witness to, “all those people extinguished so instantaneously like a flame in the wind... why?”

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slightlyabcveaveragehero:

“Thank you! Orpheus is a unique name too.”

“You’re certainly welcome, and I suppose it is,” he mused with a smile, “is there anything that I can help you with, Sportacus?” 

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If I follow you & don't roleplay with you...

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insxnixm:

100% chance is that I’m stalking your blog from afar, reading your roleplays, sending you anons, & wishing I could be one of the lucky people who write with you but AM JUST HIDING IN A CORNER TOO AFRAID TO SAY ANYTHING. 

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Douglas Booth as Romeo Montague in Romeo and Juliet. (2013)

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boywithflyingshoes:

Despite of the fact that he was a god of thieves, and that’s why perfectly capable of lying, Hermes couldn’t deny that he didn’t find it amusing how mortals reacted when they understood who they had met. This time wasn’t an exception either. The usual smirk, from which he probably also known for, grew to his lips as he watched the man dropping on one knee in front of him.

When the musician raised his chin and finished his words, the god made a simple hand gesture to give him a permission to stood up. He was a fair god, yet he still wanted to be respected. The smirk didn’t remain on his lips, it slowly changed into a smile when the god put his hands behind his back and took a few soft steps, his blueish eyes staying on the mortal man and he was closely studying his facial features.

“I have heard about you and your music, Orpheus,” he started with a smile but his voice was neutral, he wasn’t exactly praising him even if the statement could be taken as one. He knew that he was a student of Apollo, after all the god of music was one of his siblings, and he had a tendency to be aware of many things; as an messenger of the gods, he heard a lot of conversations, news, and rumors. It also included things from mortal world since many deities and other creatures spend a lot of their time there.

“And I’m delighted of the fact that my invention has found its way to your hands. You have made it better. Perfected it, actually. Because of you and your skills in music, my invention is more widely know now,” he continued, this time being more open with his praising words. “And, well, it’s also because of Apollo but we can ignore him this time.”

Perhaps he should have been more weary considering this was the god of thieves and a notorious trickster, but he could not deny the joy he felt in meeting the god that created the lyre at last.

He only dared to rise to his feet when Hermes beckoned him to stand up. He did not wish to disrespect the god by presuming he even had the right to stand within the god’s presence. If Hermes had desired it, Orpheus would have happily remained upon his knees. He was not too proud to admit that he was a lowly being in comparison to a god, to be able to converse with one was an honour in itself.

Orpheus could not contain the surprise from his expression as Hermes’s words had been completely unexpected. The musician’s eyebrows raised and his green eyes widened, staring at the god before quickly regaining his composure as he humbly bowed his head. “I am honoured that I was judged worthy enough to reach your attention,” he replied with a collected tone. He used his skills as a trained musician to keep the delighted emotions at bay from his voice.

A smile did end up claiming his lips before he could stop it. He could not believe his ears. The god that invented the lyre thought that he, a mere mortal, perfected his instrument. A laugh even escaped him at Hermes’s last comment. “I do not know what to say other than I am incredibly honoured that you consider my skills with that high of regard. I only desire to bring the gods glory and praise with my music.” To know that he had possibly done so, brought Orpheus the most profound sense of joy.

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putastakeinit:

He wasn’t bad looking in fact he was pretty cute. “Thanks, and I don’t think I  need anything unless you want to help me escape responsibility then by all means go ahead.”

“I think I may be interested in doing that, but I would like to make an informed decision so... what kind of responsibilities are you trying to dodge? If you don’t mind me asking,” he replied with a smile playing on his lips. He couldn’t dodge his own responsibilities, so why not help her? Plus, he thought she was charming to say the least.

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manemxs:

“Oh, I know you wouldn’t, Orpheus.”

A grin wormed its way onto Apollo’s face, and he laughed quietly, leaning back on his hands as he listened to Orpheus play. Yes..it was such a sweet sound, the closest thing to a rival Apollo might have ever had, really, but..he wasn’t angry about that. This was his son, his son that revered him and respected him above anything else. Apollo was endeared by it, more than anything.

So he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he listened. How lovely it was! Apollo was almost entranced himself, by the time a few minutes had passed, but he made himself open his eyes and look over at Orpheus again.

“Always so lovely, my boy..tell me, though, how are you faring?” Because Apollo knew loss. He knew what it was like, having a lover snatched away before love ever truly begun! It was painful, a heartache unlike anything else. How sad it was, that a child of his had to experience it, too.

“Do tell me that you aren’t letting your grief consume you.”

The mortal musician drew in a deep breath before his fingers started to glide and dance on the strings of his golden lyre. His music seemed to perfectly capture the sublimity of the gods as it cast a sense of euphoria over the surrounding land, Apollo’s own natural light appeared to glow brighter in response. Orpheus’s own passionate heart and soul kept the music rooted within the mortal plane as he infused each note with his vibrant emotions. His playing was effortless as his fingers did not hesitate upon the strings of his lyre as he desired to bring his father glory through his music.

The song ended on a haunting note that resonated through the atmosphere. Orpheus’s green eyes opened then and slowly moved to Apollo’s as he dared to meet the god’s eyes. His eyes glittered and the purest of all smiles claimed his lips upon hearing Apollo’s praise, nothing made him happier, “none of what I do would be possible without you,” he replied bowing his head, the smile did not disappear from his lips...

Though it certainly wavered hearing the god’s inquiry. Orpheus visibly paused as his eyes instinctually shifted downwards unsure how to answer. The pain he felt was so profound, he was certain it would never completely disappear; there would always be that nagging emptiness inside of him eternally fuelled by regret. Uncertainty made his voice waver, “I am living life day by day, dedicating my life to a higher purpose than my own earthly troubles...” 

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cuddly / platonic-ish memes

“your feet are cold.”

“movies are made for watching, not for asking questions.”

“you’re hogging the blankets!”

“we should cuddle… for warmth.”

“is that your hand on my leg?”

“scoot over.”

“can we watch something else? this is scary.” 

“are you shivering?” 

“if you start snoring, i won’t be responsible for what happens to you.”

“did you eat all the popcorn?”

“your hair keeps getting in my face.”

“are you even wearing pants??”

“stop kicking me!”

“you’re a good pillow.”

“do i look like a foot-rest to you?”

“do i look like a pillow to you?”

“i’m cold.”

“why can’t you ever just lay still?”

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Thinking about Orpheus’s story has me all emotional.

Born to the Muse of music, he had one of the best childhoods anyone could hope for. His musical skills were trained by his mother and a god.

When he left his home, rather than using his music to selfishly promote his own life, he dedicated his skills and his life to serve the gods. Orpheus did not hesitate to join the Argonauts for their divine purpose. He is not a fighter but his music protected the Argonauts and boosted their morale. During the journey he fell in love with Calais and they became lovers.

Upon returning to Greece he lost touch with Calais when the Argonauts disbanded (I mean this is the only explanation I can think of why they parted) and then Orpheus fell in love with Eurydice. Tragedy struck and his beloved wife died so he traveled to the Underworld to get her back; thereby doing so much more than any mortal man to be reunited with his love.

Orpheus failed in his task to bring Eurydice back. No doubt mentally scarred by his experience in the Underworld, he nonetheless forsook any future relations with women dedicated his life fully and utterly to Apollo.

Some versions of the myth claim his last thoughts were of Calais before the jealous Ciconican women tore him apart. 

Never once did he offend a god. He served the gods his entire life with his entire being. He loved two people utterly and passionately during his life.

And he still died alone. 

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oftheblackoath:

Ob Nixilis was new to this world. And yet, he had already seen it’s wealthy of magical power. Though it’s gods had claimed it for their own, the Planeswalker had a plan to steal it for himself.

A plan that required seers and augers. Their power was the key to this world’s magic. He simply needed to discover which magical connection he needed to seize control of.

Lounging in a lavish room, the wicked Planeswalker listened to the music of his current subject of study. He was certainly glad he’d found this child. If nothing else, he liked the music. As the song ended, Ob leaned closer and motioned for Orpheus to come closer. “Tell me, boy, have you seen a world fall to it’s knees?”

In a room of such lavishness full of those who could afford such luxury, an ascetic musician donned in a simplistic tunic and sandals was abnormally one of the distinguished people in the room. As the main entertainment to this gathering, he certainly did not shy away from the attention. 

Standing in front of the room with his eyes closed, Orpheus’s slender fingers danced across the strings of his golden lyre filling the room with sublime music. Paired with his silky voice, the musician’s music resonated with the beauty and euphoria of the gods. 

The music ended on a haunting note that echoed through the room even after Orpheus finished taking a small bow to his audience’s appreciative applause. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the man beckoning him; he assumed the stranger wished to talk to him about his art, or request that he play his music at a future gathering. However, as he approached the man, his gifts as a seer allowed him to perceive that there was something off about this man’s aura; what it was in particular, he could not say quite yet. The unknown made him tense.

The question posed to him wiped the pleasant veneer from his expression. His green eyes flicked cautiously over the man, “a world no, only men and cities. What inspired you to ask me this?”

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Original melodies materialised within his mind as naturally as it would with any other effortless thought. It brought him great joy to stand before an audience and compose an unique song for them in the moment; his genius inspired by the muses, his fingers naturally danced across the strings of his lyre in front of the audience’s eyes. 

For the first time in the mortal musician’s life, he found himself at a loss. 

Orpheus stood within a forest clearing for hours attempting to compose a glorious hymn to the god Apollo. His only audience was the flora and the fauna around him, yet he felt discouraged all the same. Melodies flooded his mind as they always had, none seemed glorious enough to praise his most beloved god

A sigh escaped his lips as he leans against the tree, “forgive me Apollo, one day I swear I will capture a fraction of your glory in song,” he murmured as he casted his eyes up at the sun. Part of him doubted that the god had ever heard him, yet he wanted to spread the sun god’s glory all the same.

Without Apollo, he would be a mere fraction of what he was this day; he owed absolutely everything to him.

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Chosen at birth to be a seer and an augur for the gods, Orpheus adapted the ascetic lifestyle thereby enabling his mind transcend earthly pleasures to focus more effectively upon the divine. He indulged in wine, but even that was a tool during rituals to achieve a sense of intoxication to enable his mental state to become one with the gods.

This night, Orpheus partook in such a ritual. Knelt down upon the cold temple floor with a decanter of wine and a bowl set before his person. The seer whispered dedication rites under his breath before his slender fingers grasped the decanter and poured wine into the bowl. He placed the decanter down, grasped the bowl of wine, and drank from it.

Before long, the seer was properly intoxicated after drinking several bowls of wine. His green eyes were glazed over. His senses were muted to the earthly realm, but completely open to the gods and divine elements of the world as he had intended.

A smile claimed Orpheus’s lips as he easily sensed the presence of a god nearby. When he spoke, his silky voice was soft but it carried far into the temple:

“My lord, Dionysus... What may I do for you?”