#musekin

[biblically-accurate-bird]

If you have no worshippers, self-worship is fine.

[therapeutic-journaling-hours]

More people should worship me. Not because I'm vain or anything like that, but because I would be a good addition to people's lives.

[biblically-accurate-bird]

Preoccupation with one's own appearance was that of vanity and pride. The only allowed perception was through another's gaze. Through flawed reflections that remained unchallenged. Because you had no reason to care. You hadn't been given a conscious.

Scraping together self-portrait concepts is more difficult than I'd thought. Apparently, this flesh can't actually remember what it never was. Blah...

[therapeutic-journaling-hours]

You called me Your Muse in your sleep again.

Alternative version.

[therapeutic-journaling-hours]

Won't you please call me My Muse? It doesn't have to be real this time, I promise. Just choke one more out for me.

[fictionkinfessions]

funny thing about being calliope - being gifted with a beautiful voice, one that brings men to their knees, and being SO SEVERELY NERVOUS about it. feeling like you should step aside for the real, human musicians. like yours is somehow too much and simultaneously not good enough for the space they want to fill. i don’t know - they are having so much fun creating i almost don’t feel like me and my divine gift are welcome here. they could keep on keeping on w/o me.

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[fictionkinfessions]

i’ve always been polyamorous, as long as i can remember. part of my duty as a muse was being meaningfully intimate with humans - passing my gift on through touch, whether that was as simple as a hand hold or as drawn out as spending a night physically entwined. whatever was the most appropriate and meaningful for both of us.

even when i was married, oneiros didn’t care much - sure, his possessive streak might have flared up if i was engaging with another divine being, but i was more than happy with him alone - he had his job, and i had mine. i occasionally would use the dreaming to inspire and send off, rather than having to leave what was my home at the time to go visit the humans in their realm. lots of people are inspired to create by their dreams!

i’m quite happy and content to have not only found a partner in him once more, but in a select few others, all with their own shining qualities. my dream king, my angel, my wolf, my hellheart - in your own way, you all make me more whole. i love you so much.

- a very warm muse calliope

[planarvagabond]

when i die, this thing that i am now will cease to be, but the thing that persists will keep going. this is all that remains of the thing i was. and when i die, this life will fade just like that one did. i will be a new thing. i don’t have a problem with that, honestly. i’d rather be a different thing than the thing i am now. maybe it will be better. but i have to wonder - when i am this new thing, will i remember you? i gave myself a name of your creation because you matter to me, so will that be my legacy in this thing? will the next thing love you like i do? loving doesn’t come naturally to me. caring, sure, but attachment seems to be a rare feature of being a mortal. maybe i will forget all about it when i leave. i don’t know. but when i hunt down my origins, chasing it through threads of possibility and past lives, i will find you tangled hopelessly in myself, and i’ll probably be rather disgruntled about it. i think that’s pretty funny. i hope it’s true.