I HAVE NO STORY TO TELL.

lying odysseus replied, "𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮."

[ownmyth-a]

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[brotherconstant]

Well, I’m not sensing a whole lot of urgency to do anything about it.

[ownmyth-a]

working on an up to date verses page but in the meantime. plotting call?

[rocks-in-space]

"I'm Your Man," Mitski

[Image ID: 8 photos from Black Sails overlain with text. Image 1: A close-up of Flint and Silver in profile facing opposite directions. Text reads, "You're an angel, I'm a dog." Image 2: A close-up of Silver with his face splattered with blood after killing Dufresne. Text reads, "Or you're a dog, and I'm your man." Image 3: Close-up of Madi gazing lovingly at Silver as they lay together in bed. Text reads, "You believe me like a god." Image 4: Silver pointing a gun at Flint in the woods on Skeleton Island. Text reads, "I destroy you like I am." Image 5: Close-up on Silver's sad face in Madi's room in the Maroon camp. Text reads, "I'm sorry I'm the one you love." Image 6: Flint handing Silver a sword on a hilltop on Maroon Island. Text reads, "No one will ever love me like you again." Image 7: Silver leaving Madi's room in the Maroon camp, with Madi standing to the side facing away. Text reads, "So, when you leave me, I should die." Image 8: Close-up of Silver facing away as hze stands on a hill on Maroon Island. Text reads, "I deserve it, don't I?" end ID.]

[ownmyth-a]

the music here is tacky.

the rest of the gala isn't much better, with its oversaturated colors and too-bright lights -- and perhaps tacky's a generous term for some of the people here, glittering jewels and a desperation to feel interesting. (and you know what desperation looks like, don't you?) but you have time to kill -- you need to lay low for a bit longer before you can get out of here, so you sip your champagne and try not to look too bored.

you're sure you see @conjuror before he spots you. the smart thing to do would be to head for the exits and hope your good luck holds; you're charming, sure, but you understand the man you left to die in berlin two years ago might not agree. (it wasn't like you enjoyed it, but needs must; you needed the kgb off your tail, and he happened to be there.) so there's no real explanation for why you move closer instead, slipping through shining-faced partygoers with the ease of a knife through the ribs. you raise your glass to him once you're sure he sees you -- a mocking salute. there are too many people here for him to make an attempt on your life, and the knowledge makes you cocky. finally, something worth your time.

[professor-pants]

Genre of character: submissive like a guard dog is submissive

[haljathefangirlcat]

#very capable of taking care of themselves very eager to take care of someone else#would kill a man for even slightly offending their partner

[maremote]

-the odyssey, book 8, lines 527-532, homer trans. stephen mitchell

[brotherconstant]

BLACK SAILS || XX.

I'm useless to 'em up top. Gotta do my part somehow.

[john-silvers]

You’re not concerned about this?

[normalfixation]

"even you cannot construct a story to make her forgive you that."

envelopes of air, limón&diaz | ON THY WONDROUS WORKS I WILL MEDITATE, mary oliver | we survived, as we did, aditi nagrath | the castle, kafka | dance little liar, arctic monkeys

[notmorbid]

what comes after, pt. 1.

dialogue prompts from what comes after by joanne tompkins.

jesus was never that reliable.

you have to save yourself, however you can.

what were you thinking, walking here without a coat?

we can share this, can’t we?

whatever you’ve got to say, tell it to jesus. i’ve got nothing for you.

sorry. i’m kind of a talker.

we’ll start our own family. our own traditions.

you’re my very own zen retreat, all that quiet peacefulness of yours.

you got a name?

i assume there’s a respectable reason your pants are inside out.

i’m not looking for pity. it’s just how things are.

there’s this crazy relief in being seen like that.

i need you to know it’s not your fault.

i’m fine with a certain kind of evil, the pure kind.

i can’t seem to get away from people who know me.

you can’t see right with love in your heart.

i’m trying not to feel, i guess.

should i worry about vengeful ghosts?

should i know you? have i forgotten you, somehow?

would you eat with me, please?

we name our villains, and how we treat them makes us prophets.

grief leaves little room for anything else.

you are alive. you must come to grips with that.

i’m not very good at hiding things from you, am i?

you’ve always had a big heart for strays.

that’s a good name. i like it.

we never know what we’re dealing with. 

one trespass begets another.

please. i want to talk to you.

if i know anything, it’s how to make a place look nice.

sorry, i didn’t bring any beer.

for one blissful moment, i felt healed.

we were just glad nothing worse happened.

it’s none of this town’s damn business what happened here.

if you don’t want me to stay, just tell me.

[notmorbid]

the death of vivek oji.

dialogue prompts from the death of vivek oji by akwaeke emezi.

children never really change, no matter how much they grow up.

i’d give anything to see ___ like that, just one more time.

what do you do when you’re not allowed to be angry at god?

i’m not what they think i am. i never was.

if nobody sees you, are you really there?

it’s raining inside me.

if you don’t want to help me, then leave me alone.

i was afraid you’d be disappointed in me.

thank you for not treating me like they treat me.

i always wanted a girl, you know?

when you’re hiding something, don’t cover it with something weak. it’ll blow away.

you need to protect your secrets better.

why are you so afraid? because something is different than what you know?

i’m disappointed. i didn’t think you’d be one of these closed-minded people.

i don’t even care. i’m going to sleep. do what you like.

stop trying to fix me. just stop.

you always have to watch the sensitive ones.

what am i staying here for?

some people can’t see softness without wanting to pet it.

does it feel good, to not lie anymore?

i look worse, i know. don’t worry.

i’m angry because you abandoned me. you just threw me away.

we haven’t been children for a long time.

i just wanted to talk to someone who would understand.

you’re safe. it’s just me. it’s just you and me.

i’m not going to break, you know?

you don’t need to be so afraid.

if you don’t tell anyone, is it even real?

do you believe in reincarnation?

who are we to decide what’s impossible?

i know you love me. why won’t you say it out loud?

how long have you been lying to me about this?

we have to tell the truth. it’s time.

eventually, secrets come out. it’s only a matter of time.

you’re putting on music? this late?

i would never have hurt you. not in a thousand years.

i only wanted to protect you.

love and guilt sometimes taste the same, you know?

[notmorbid]

no heaven for good boys, pt. 2.

dialogue prompts from no heaven for good boys by keisha bush.

you constantly remind me of myself.

i want to be like you.

no, you will be better than me.

you always know the answer to everything.

sometimes there is a price to pay for kindness.

the sea always makes me feel closer to home.

will you tell me a story, like you did last night?

do you want to hear the rest of the story?

you’re a terrible liar.

you think you’re alone, but you’re not.

you want me to say what you want to hear.

i’m not angry at you. please don’t cry.

as soon as something good happens, something terrible arrives.

there’s nothing you can do to spare your children the pain of life.

say what you mean.

be careful. stay close.

am i in heaven?

i would never lie to you.

i’ll stay as long as i’m needed.

nothing can heal me. they’ve tried everything.

i hate eating potatoes, but i love french fries.

come here. let me take you home.

failure is nothing to be ashamed of.

the greater the failure, the stronger the spirit to rise up from the ashes.

you’re still standing there?

you were whispering in your sleep.

you have to stay in the darkness until you can see the light.

can i get to heaven without having to die?

everyone wants blue and green eyes, but your eyes are beautiful.

do you want to know the answer to your question?

don’t give the devil fuel for his fire.

what happened to you? how did you die?

it’s for you, so you can get strong again.

you’re my baby. whatever i have is yours. 

death cannot break the bond of love so deep.

i have some clothes that will fit you.

i want to blame you, but how can i?

there are no blessings in suffering for someone else’s gain.

women are as dangerous as men. more, sometimes.

a powerful woman knows how to protect herself, and when to ask for help.

do you think you can do this by yourself?

i’m not a child like i was before.

[brotherconstant]

“A myth's a powerful thing.”   “Pray you never know the weight of it.” — SNOWPIERCER, 1x04

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[dreamersource]

MAN-O-WAR. roleplay starters of fish in a birdcage's album man-o-war. feel free to edit according to scenario / pronouns.

we shout at the sea.

these fish won't have our company.

not while we breathe.

the blackjack we drink steadies the hand.

our blood is as strong as the man-o-war.

left a bonny young lass back in my town.

if the tall clouds are flat, ya scurry along.

the old man was stubborn as he is quick.

i've never dreamed this moment had transpired.

i feel the high tide.

if you think this is all there is, well, look deeper inside.

letting go can expand the space we've always occupied.

takes time and willingness to pausе and be still.

the key was not to try but to release and say goodbye.

don't want to leave.

the forest breathes and grows with you.

these chains are anchored to a kind of cloud.

deep inside a trench no light can reach, you might find the skull of a ship that was breached.

captain of the ship has nothing but time.

we formed a plan.

you showed me dreams i couldn't conceive.

gasping, i found it was so hard to breathe.

you calmed my nerves more than i deserved.

i hardly moved yet i soared through.

what i can say is that warmth you gave cleared the mountains of thoughts from my mind.

we might just sit to take in the colors of fall.

we can still go back through these photos.

we were once kids holding both hands in the night.

you are everything to me.

he sought his own reputation.

there was barely light from the lantern that was lit.

guys, come, you really need to see this.

our voyage is righteous.

either we live or we die.

our forearms are strengthened by timber and heat.

hunger in your eyes will bring us there.

now we're the kings of our kind.

it's a wave two miles high.

maybe we weren't meant to see clues below the dirt.

it's a shiny, brand new way to lose your reality.

you don't have to run this race.

it's okay to stand aside.

things can change on a dime.

you might not prepare in time.

we don't last very long.

we live life anyways.

like a stream that has carved its own path, we must do the same.

i thought you said that you have a mission.

i thought you said that you knew your purpose.

oh, it's not too late.

if it feels right, fill up your page and make up your own mind.

have you been wasting your time?

live your goddamn life.

we live life our way.