#inceputuri

[cheiianarchive]

@inceputuri ( sc. ) 

                 ❝things are looking so much better now --- FINALLY❞ they deserved it, didn’t they? After all the struggle, all the rumours spread about them and disbanding, all the bad things the media said about them just to see them come back even STRONGER than before. All the bad times almost seemed forgotten ... right? ❝you lead us well through this time, I couldn’t imagine a better person as our leader...❞

[wildlovestory69]

De asta spun de la inceput ca nu am nici cea mai mica intentie Sa-ti transmit fericirea pentru o singura clipa Timpul e atat de scurt hai sa nu facem risipa

Vali Martor

[vrsonist]

         OLYMPUS IS A THRONE few of them have actually earned a place on. whilst they have been crafted before the earth was even the earth, hestia does not feel as much of a goddess as she ought to. mortals would label it as being humble, but gods would mistake it for being foolish and they would be right. the girl would so easily give up her place in the skies if it meant it was for the better for someone else.

compassion runs deep for those who truly feel.

she rarely wanders the wide hallways anymore. whilst they feel like home she knows they are an empty ribcage and she plays the part of a heart diligently but without the zealous beating of one anymore. hestia supposes it’s a side effect from being forgotten, but this home is not a carcass quite yet. the gods are still alive, even if the faith in them is not.

«odd,» she speaks, seated opposite of athena, crackling of a fire keeping them company. hestia cups her hands around her drink, something sweet coating her tongue but the aftertaste always the same bitter one. she enjoys this though — athena offers an outlet for thoughts the other girl often forgets she has ( she supposes being the goddess of wisdom brings out that in everyone ). hestia wonders if this reaction is to be gotten from mortals and gods alike. heaven and hell alike knew they all needed it. reflection was becoming an extinct gift.

«i always think mortals are given so many choices,» she ponders silently, tapping her glass to a rhythm that doesn’t quite yet exist, «yet so seldom do they choose to do good.» it is a godly worry she should not carry anymore — no prayers are directed their way, and yet they continue to serve without credit or appraisal. the instant gratification is gone, but they are not.

closed ⤷ @inceputuri.

[vrsonist]

          HE DIPS HIMSELF IN ambrosia and fires all the same and still he has the audacity of calling himself a god. dionysus is the only one humans have never feared and he supposes that it’s only fair — he depicts all their worst nightmares, but in ways they have made tangible centuries ago. he is vices with no virtues — all that makes them human. they do not need him anymore. he is not like the other gods — there is nothing holy about him.

perhaps this is why he agrees with the mortal world. dirt people don’t trust diamonds and gold; they trust the dirt, and few know it better than dionysus. but he bears himself with dignity he does not own, and he trudges through their crowds with a confidence that almost translates into arrogance had it not been for his godly given charisma. this is the only scene in which yedam can be king: only by having everyone else be pawns first. it is a game for cowards, but he does not care as long as he’s winning.

when he enters the casino he knows his luck will not surpass that of any other mortal man and it’s this knowledge that makes the adventure exhilarating. he sits by the poker table, memorizing the cards he has now facing down, and he waits for his turn with that cocky smirk of his that he cannot erase. it’s a good a pokerface as any.

but this is not why he’s here.

dionysus has the uncanny ability of just knowing, and he knows he will find her here. he is not the only one drawn to the odds — the bets, the chances of winning so slim when the opportunities to lose presented themselves like beads on a string. she will be there, he is sure, and that is when he catches sight of her. «dalia,» he calls out before she can pass him unnoticed: he knows there is a chance she would’ve preferred that. dionysus has always been a man to test limits when applicable, and if possible he broke them. they mattered little to gods anyway.

there is that ungodly smirk, eyes like coal, a gaze like a hunter’s. «reckon i’ll have any luck tonight ?»

closed ⤷ @inceputuri​.

[etastra-moved]

h-hello ! inceputuri

@inceputuri || lemme yell bout u || not accepting !!

my opinion on;

character(s) in general: i really love what i’ve read and seen so far ? like i’ve seen and reblogged some of those musing/character study posts from you and they’re so... ethereal, i wanna say ? idk but it’s such a nice peek into your characters and i really love reading them and getting to know just a little bit morehow they play them: spectacularly !!! i haven’t gotten a chance to write against you and really see how you write them but, from the few things i’ve skimmed, you write so beautifully !the mun: haven’t had a chance to talk ooc with you yet either but you seem super nice ! i still remember you replying to my complaint about tumblr being Dumb and idk, it’s a nice glimpse of who you are as a person

do i:

rp with them: unfortunately no !!want to rp with them:  yes please !!!

what is my;

overall opinion:i’d love to write with you and get to know you and befriend you and i love seeing you on my dash !!!

**note: mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

[cheiianarchive]

hullo.... it’s me ..... inceputuri :-)

@inceputuri ( NOT ACCEPTING )

Send me your URL and I’ll tell you

My Opinion on;

Character in general: so yeah, MULTI MUSE AGAIN! I didn’t write with all of your muses ( ofc not duh ) but I read about all of them and I love all of them but you know who my heart belongs to. They’re all so unique and interesting, so different and so wonderfully written. I am shaketh. How they play them: I love your writing and that’s no news, you write so beautifully and so ... idk, it just flows so nicely and is so easy to follow and reply to. You don’t put in a lot of weird complicated words no one understands anyway, you are straight forward and bring the plot further with each and every reply. You pick up the little things in the reply that was written for you and try to involve it in your follow up reply and I love that sm. The Mun: wow I love you? I am leader of your offical fanclub? I was super intimidated by you at first but then I realised that you are just so soft and so funny and nice? I love that you are still with us in our Legacy world and Idk what I’d do without you in it. You are just one of a kind and I love u. 

Do I:

RP with them: yes !!Want to RP with them:  always 😭

What is my;

Overall Opinion: this blog? top notch. The muses are interesting and diverse, the writing is so nice and wonderful to read, you - as a mun are just as perfect as your blog. Pls never change, I love to have you around, to see you on the dash and to, now and then, scream about feelings. 

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

[everytingces]

“ don’t come back. ” the twins for some temp (emphasis on temp) sister brother drama D:

ask meme: accepting

the words made her cold, yet they weren’t ones that surprised her. it was like that pit in the bottom of your stomach, that worry you felt because you knew something was coming. she just wished it wasn’t this. it didn’t matter that things between them weren’t great. they were meant to be intertwined, and for some reason they’d gotten untangled along the way. 

jieun nodded. that was all she could do. couldn’t open her mouth and try to ask for a reason why. she knew if she did her lip would wobble and eyes tear up and she didn’t want noeul to see her like this. he’d always thought that she was stronger than him, which had always been a lie. jieun was pale in comparison. like a street light covered in thick fog, a small, faint light barely seen from far away.

he was the sun, and he would shine without her.

[everytingces]

“ you changed me. ” elias n riley :')

ask meme: accepting

the words were soft, fragile against the pink skin of elias’ lips. riley heard them, understood them, but they didn’t exactly know what they meant. why had elias needed changing ? it didn’t make any sense to riley, who had always dearly loved every bit of him, had always been slightly in awe of the kindness living inside of him, hidden under a layer of loneliness. delicate and gentle. that was the way they’d describe elias rhie. even if he didn’t view himself that way.

riley reached out and gently took elias’ hand in their own. they fit together like puzzle pieces and that thought itself made their heart flutter. the fact that elias didn’t see ... “i always liked you,” riley said, voice thick with emotion, and they didn’t know where to look. at elias ? at his face ? his hands ? “you never needed ... changing ... to me. i always liked you.”