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@pastbrought
WELCOME TO PASTBROUGHT !!! an independent , mutually exclusive , multi-muse blog. muses included are usually historical in some aspect -- from greek mythology , outlander , the witcher , bridgerton , and etc. most of my muses are show based with influences from their books. loved to pieces by jess ( she/her , 26+ )
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quietresistance:
leaves swirled about her bare feet as she flitted over the uneven ground with an ease that spoke familiarity. not a rise or fall of this ground was she unaware, neither of any life upon it. the forest was her charge, her solace, her home…
and she would rather venture to the underworld than allow any to harm it.
❝ stop! you cannot pass through here! ❞ that she was only one against an entire host barely crossed her mind as she skid on the wet ground to stop before them. what would her life matter if they trampled through, cutting away at brush and sapling to speed their passage? the mere concept stabbed her heart with enough poison to nearly double her over.
❝ you have no right to enter this grove! ❞
— ares of @pastbrought
It must have been a sight to see, the large form of the great god of war facing the smaller form of the nymph before him. It took much for a small being to command him to do anything, especially when most quaked at the sight of him in his bronze armor, sword sheathed at his waist and helmet flared with red. He raised a hand to the soldiers who had begun cutting their way through the trees behind him, indicating for them to pause their work. “And who does happen to have the right of entry?”
He was considering the repercussions of cutting her down or pushing her aside and moving on, maybe having a few of his men detain her until they were through the forest if he happened to be in a particularly good mood. However, something told him he should not handle this situation with violence much to his disappointment.
“You do realize we are at war? There are much more important things than the lives of a few trees.”
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quietresistance:
nimble fingers twisted softened vines betwixt them, a many stranded braid of interlocking flowers cascading over her palms. within the garden, there was at least the illusion of seclusion, of safety, one she felt all too ready to wholly trust. demeter’s protection encompassed the entirety, all the more for the gem at its heart.
fusing the cut ends together, the dryad tugged at one flower and another, setting them all to the picture of perfection. only once matching the image within her mind did she set the woven crown upon persephone’s brow, lips spread wide with delight over the effect. ❝ a beautiful crown for a beauty of equal measure. ❞
— persephone of @pastbrought
Kore sat near a patch of flowers with her nymph friends whom her mother had entrusted as her companions. They lounged in the cool summer breeze as they each passed time through their own little things. Kore was nursing dying flower back to life only for Kat to pluck them up and weave them into the flower crown she was making. The other sat a little ways from them snacking and napping under a nearby tree.
Kore giggled with delight when her friend had placed the finished crown on her head. “Please, I have heard nobody equals the beauty of the goddesses on Olympus.” She toughed the crown, adjusting it to sit securely on her head and not fly off the the breeze. “It is a beautiful piece, now we need to make one for you so we can match.” She sat in silence for a moment, plucking a few flowers the matched the ones in her crown to start off with. She sighed, looking at Kat with curiosity. “Can you tell me about Olympus? My mother goes there enough, but never shares with me what she does and who she sees.”
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howsmysinging:
Caution, for the time being, was being thrown to the wind as he would take slow steps forward to follow behind Geralt. Human eyes tried their hardest to adjust to the darkness that was enveloping the area surrounding them. It was just after sun down, making it all the easier for things to make it past them.
Well. To get past Jaskier, at least. Clearly not enough to keep Geralt from noticing.
“…Need me to do anything? Cause a distraction? Um… what’s the word? Bollocks, I’ve read the dictionary front to back, and yet I forget a word– flank! Shall I attempt to flank,” Jaskier would gesture vaguely with his hand, “whatever it is we’re dealing with?”
❛ Jaskier, ❜ the Witcher hissed at his bumbling, this was not the time to be making so much sound. These creatures were skilled at detecting sound, and hungry enough to hunt the banks of the river if ships were absent. It was probably their earlier conversation that drew it in. ❛ Shut up unless you want a large claw up your arse. ❜
❛ It’s an Aeschna, ❜ he confirmed, knowing Jaskier probably wouldn’t believe it. It was a monster previously thought to be a legend. That was until he encountered one himself on a barge headed for Oxenfurt. It was nearly named after him, which he promptly denied. Usually they kept to the swamps at the mouth of the river and he had thought he had done away with the nuisance, but it was likely there could be a family of them.
quietresistance:
#QUIETRESISTANCE — an independent JOURNALIST original character KATHERINE HARRIS. mutuals only, fandomless, but historically inspired. documented by KITTY .
exiledcrown:
@pastbrought spoke: ❛ tell me that you don’t want this - lie to yourself. ❜ (ares @ persephone) ( ❛❛ // 𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 :// 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙱𝙸𝙳𝙳𝙴𝙽 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴. / / accepting )
‘ ARES… ’ his name is more plea than anything, a half-hearted attempt avoid the subject all together. light eyed gaze cannot meet his as she lays her hands against his chest, intent to push him away…but unable to force herself to actually do it. she does– the fates know she does want this. want him. no matter how impossible or foolish it might be. there is no might, she knows it is foolish, her mother would never allow it, not the same woman who had told her a thousand times that if she had allowed her daughter to wed her husband would tire of her in a year’s time.
‘ we both know i am a terrible liar. ’ it is foolish and if it makes her a fool then she will gladly be one for as long as she can. her hands cup his cheeks as she meets his gaze, breath hitching in her throat, as if her mind has tried one last effort to keep her from making a mistake. ( but it is no mistake ) ‘ of course i want this. ’ she loves him.
‘ i want you, but how can we continue like this? this– half life hidden from the world, wondering if or when we will ever see each other again? ’
He had gone looking for her as soon as he had finished discussing with Demeter. It did not end well, and he was desperate, desperate to see her, feel her touch. Her mother had rejected his request for her hand in marriage, and he understood all to well the reasons why. Yet, he was the god of war ; brutish, stubborn. He closed his eyes, cringing as she spoke. Hands grabbed onto hers, knowing she could easily push him away and he would let her if that’s what she wanted. But her reply was not the words he wanted to hear, yet at the same time they were everything he wanted, needed to hear.
❛ I have slaughtered thousands, most compare me to a monster, ❜ he spoke, his gaze hard on hers as he pulled her closer. ❛ Is that what you truly want ? To be bound to a monster, whose hands are soaked in blood as if it were a trophy to brag about ? ❜ To Hades with Demeter. He loved her, and there was little that could keep him from having her.
❛ We can’t, ❜ he admitted, pressing his lips against her forehead. Now that Demeter knew he had his eyes set on Persephone, it would be hard to come visit her. In fact, this may be the last time they’d be together. ❛ Come with me, ❜ he whispered, his voice pleading, urgent. ❛ Right now, come marry me. I have already asked your mother if I could, but of course she would not approve. I fear we will not be able to see each other after today if you do not come with me. ❜
snapdragonling:
i love characters who could get the absolute Shit kicked out of them and still be fine but as soon as someone touches/handles them gently it’s like “ah. im going to shatter to pieces now thanks”
exiledcrown:
SHE LIFTS her head to look at him, light eyes narrowing in a half hearted attempt to see if he is serious or not before she lays her head down once more. ‘ no, i refuse to move and allow you to leave. ’ of course she would have to, they would both need to be returned to their respective beds come morning. who knows where her mother might take her next should they be found. ‘ i am quite comfortable. ’ persephone speaks the words easily, so matter of fact that it cannot questioned, yet she elaborates further. ‘ it has been a long day spent in the sun as well as spent awaiting your visit. ’
pale fingertips trace over his skin, alternating between nonsensical patterns and the rough shapes of flowers, ‘ what keeps you from sleeping so easily this night? ’
@pastbrought continued from x
Ares offered her a grin when her eyes met his . He was serious , but he could not resist teasing her despite it . ❛ Oh ? And how do you plan to keep me here ? ❜ Rough fingers brushed lightly at the backs of her shoulders as they conversed . He was glad that she felt comfortable there with him , few others felt the same . Yet , he wondered if she would still feel comfortable if he were ever able to take her with him . She knew so little of what took place outside the bubble her mother kept her in . War was brutal even for the god of war , yet in was in every part of him . Would she still look at him the same way if she saw the terror , violence , and bloodshed he was capable of , and even enjoyed ? But there he was , laying more comfortable than he had ever been and it sometimes felt like a dream . It probably would until he could show her exactly what being the god of war entailed . ❛ I am glad I can give you respite , as you do for me . ❜
He sighed , not sure if he wanted to shatter their bliss as he does with his mere presence on Olympus . Or so his father has expressed many times before . ❛ It depends , ❜ he said , taking her hand in his , raising the pad of one gentle finger to his lips . ❛ Sometimes it’s the flashes of the destruction I have caused ; brothers , sons , husbands and sometimes even women taken from their families . Whole towns and cities not a soul remembers anymore , because they have been wiped from existence by my hand . ❜
howsmysinging:
@pastbrought sent: ❝ something’s not right .. jaskier, you stay here. ❞ [from geralt] RESIDENT EVIL 4 starters | accepting
“–What? Absolutely no way am I going to miss out on this when you so seldom provide any relevant details,” Quick to put away his things, he’d put his pack over his shoulder and get ready to head toward whatever danger may’ve been in their path.
“What do you think it is?”
Geralt got up from his spot at the campfire they had made , both swords in hand . Out of the corner of his eye he had barely caught the movement of something in the water of the river next to their campsite . A ripple , much too long and uniform for a normal disturbance on the surface . The instinct to tell Jaskier to stay put was at the tip of his tongue , but the same pattern in the water closer to the shore caught his eye again .
❛ I’m not sure , ❜ he spoke as he crept forward . Though really he wasn’t sure if Jaskier would want to hear what he thought it was .
periculosum:
Messalina has long controlled her thirst, but she will never say no to easy blood. Seeking protection wasn’t her forte, but anything will help knowing that a whole coven was out for her head. It was ridiculous to know that suddenly and out of nowhere, a group of vampires decided to make laws of being a vampire, and knew well that there was plenty of other vampires who had no idea that they existed, until doing something that will bring to the Parliament’s attention. “You should be thanking me for giving you something to do,” The vampire told him as she paced around the tent, curious to know if they were still on her trail.
“Interesting. The way how you said it makes it seem that you want something else. Fine, name your price, Ares,”
Ares smirked as his eyes trailed her paces around the tent . Too bad she had caught him in the middle of preparation for a battle come the next morning or he really would have been looking to bide his time with something else . ❛ I think I have too much to do right now , ❜ he spoke , as he took a few more steps into the tent . ❛ I do need some specialized help...which may involve some fresh human blood , if you a up for it . ❜ He collapsed into a nearby chair , which looked more like a throne , at the head of a long table strewn with maps and markers . He sighed as his eyes settled on the table , always strategizing , it was too tempting being so close . ❛ Then , maybe I can enjoy some peace before tomorrow . ❜ His eyes darted to her with a quick grin . ❛ Which you could help me with too if you plan to stay for some time . ❜
why so sassy?
