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@ilio-arma ;; listen...... friendo.......... i have a tlm tattoo i take this shit seriously........... i will do it......

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ilio-arma replied to your photo: happy munday! for the first time, i match my…

You are cute AF! 😍

aww tysm! <3

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@ilio-arma​ liked for a starter!! 

       “Guuuueess who’s got a letter? Probably you, ‘cause I’m here!” Iris’ voice appeared before she did, in a short blast of color. As usual, the grinning messenger looked ready to burst with light and energy, her face filled with the thrilled excitement of a young child who’d just spotted a rainbow. Apollo was one of the few Olympians she enjoyed delivering letters to; after all, no rainbow (or color, even!) was possible without his light.

       “I was kidding about a letter. You’ve got, like, 634 letters. Some of them are just ads, so I mean--” Iris reached into her purple backpack and pulled out a massive stack of envelopes, postcards, and advertisements. 

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"PLEASE leave me out of your admonishments for your children--"

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@ilio-arma I've been working retail for close to two years and it's awful lmao. I love my current job but I hate the general attitude people have towards retail employees. It's my coworkers that make the job worth it tbh. I worked Black Friday (thank god we were closed thanksgiving) and it was just awful. I mean when you find a company whose ethics you can really stand behind its great because you get to talk about that all day but otherwise it's very :/

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;; she’ll never admit it, but artemis likes having...

;; Okay but showing Apollo how to braid hair. And how to brush it without hurting the person. Things that he can use on women lovers in the future for reference.

;; Showing him how?? I am positive that she makes him braid her hair because she’s his big sister and he has to do what she says

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@ilio-arma I mean I’ve got eight piercings and I’m looking to get three more, but I’m also piss poor at the moment. I can afford jewelry but that’s about it, and my usual piercing place charges more than other places. i don’t know, the friend who offered to do it for me lives about an hour and a half away so I’ve got some considerations to make

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It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live...

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☼ “Though, Daphne, it also does not bode to think too far into the future and forget out past.” The god looked at his perfectly clean hands, normally bright eyes now dark. “I have killed thousands and made even more suffer. And while my hands are clean, they should be blood red and plague green. I have breathed sweet, purified, honey-scented air, and thick, choking air, and now I don’t feel a difference anymore.”

The blond shook his head, running his hands through his golden tresses. “The earth has changed, as have the mortals. Now they are uncaring, impure and I like all others are at fault, in some way, some form. I am not allowed to stop foreseen futures of the unfortunate. I am an all powerful god, a prince of all, and yet I cannot muster the courage to speak up against the things I am not allowed to do. Instead, I sit back like a coward, a sick man with a black heart.”

And yet his eyes were filling with salted tears. “I know how each mortal lives and dies and I cannot do a damned thing of it, Daphne. Do you not understand? I murder by mortal hands and I blow lies into large proportions, making humanity hell to endure. And yet what do I do each damned day? I raise the sun to the east and fall to the west, I create music and eloquent poems and yet day and day passes by with nothing more than being spoiled. Daphne, do you not think that such a responsibility on a God was meant on purpose? So father could see the same that he is, and shame it away?”

What was he doing. Talking to a naiad about his issues when she likely had plenty of her own. Having to listen to every given command given without a say. And even while he tried to be the best of them all, he couldn’t achieve it. Something always held him back. “While the water you flow is not the same with time passing, I always am just the same. I am cruel, sickening and heartbroken. And that’s all I can seem to be without putting on the happy facade I always have. And now I have made more of a mess just blabbering on about senseless things.”

Daphne could not help but listen. The nymph was enthralled by what the god told her, his words filling her ears and filling her up. There was a reason he was the god of poetry, after all, his words increasingly intoxicating to listen to. But senseless? Never. 

“The waters I live in may change with time, and I will grant you that over time it is refreshing to know that my makeup has changed. However, I have still been alive for a long time. Sometimes, I think, for longer than a being should be allowed to be around. I do know-- or I believe I know-- the weight with which your mistakes can weigh down on you. Sometimes I believe it is greater than the weight of the world.”

Daphne’s heart grew heavy with the appearance of tears in Apollo’s eyes, and she hesitated before she spoke again. “I do not believe that just because you are aware of the way a mortal dies you are required to do anything. You may know, but you also have other duties to fulfill. Ones which many call miracles-- the rising and setting of the sun, or even the music and poetry which you create. These fill people with joy-- many would argue they make life worth living. As for the injustices you feel compelled to speak up about, perhaps the solution isn’t to sit back-- although that may be the more appealing option-- but to strike up a conversation.”

“While it may be important to remember where you came from, I very strongly believe that it is just as important to learn from your regrets and attempt to improve. I do not find you cruel, nor do I find you sickening. How could one who feels such deep remorse be cruel?”