Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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It's been a hot minute since I've been around huh? How's everyone doing? Anyway, the reason I'm writing this is because I've decided to move Mad Sweeney to a new blog. He'll be on @strictlycanon with all my other canon muses. Hope to see you over there ❤
the old gods see through your bullshit
Shadow: Jellyfish have survived 600,000 years without brains.
Wednesday: A ray of hope for Sweeney.
@amongthedeities
ladyofsessrumnir:
Freya raised a brow at the giant that stood near her, but she never looked up at him. “I’m only here to get back my things. If that means following Odin. I will… for now.” He had taken everything from her and it seemed like the only way to get them back was to strike a bargain with him. “Just be happy some of the others aren’t around to see it.” She said before finally bringing her eyes to finally see him, “once I get my things, I will disappear once again.”
[ ♛ ]
Smoke expelled between his lips as he shook his head and chuckled lightly. “For now... Those are famous last words ya know that right?” The leprechaun knew first hand there was no getting out of following the old god. He twists and manipulates everyone he comes into contact with. Freya would be no different. “If ya can.”
writingxthexsilence:
“So long as it was his, it’ll work. Doesnt matter what it is,” she said waving off the specifics of his item.
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That evening she did the best she could to relax before the seanceesque night she had planned. The foster care system taught her how to hide her ability well. She’d tried to help a friend find their parents, but Emily hadn’t yet learned how to control the intensity of her subconscious exploration. The look of fear in the girl’s eyes and the threat of institutionalization enough to squash any need she had to try it again.
She was forced to secretly hone her skills over the years, never fully understanding why people were so afraid of it; though she knew the potential for evil it had. It wasn’t until Klaus, however, that she’d ever felt the need to show someone else again. And that had been difficult enough. Now she was about to open herself up to his father.
You better still be fucking breathing.
This shit worked so much better when the missing were alive. She took one more hit off her blunt before knocking the cherry off into the ashtray, dropping the half that was left in after it. She’d need that for after.
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Emily stood and stretched before getting to work setting up. Her apartment was an oversized studio, so the living room space didn’t take long to shift into an open space. She was in the middle of moving the coffee table when she heard the buzz from the downstairs intercom.
Showtime.
“Name and purpose,” she answered through the box - her usual to-the-point greeting.
[ ♛ ]
After paying for his drinks, Mad Sweeney left the bar. Standing outside, not caring about the rain. He looked at the address once more before stuffing it in his pocket. This was going to be a long bloody day he thought. He started walking along the sidewalk, deciding he should try to continue his search.
Later that night, Mad Sweeney traveled through the hoard and appeared at the address given. Normally he would’ve driven but this was an emergency. The hoard was just faster. He approached the building and hit the buzzer. “Its Sweeney, Klau’s father. Ya know why ‘m here.” He replied, waiting to be buzzed in.
"Fuck you leprechaun." (From sydney.)
[ ♛ ]
“Right back at ya, cunt.”
@writingxthexsilence
emmaxmeyer:
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For the first time, in a LONG time, she felt at peace again. Maybe it was how tender her husband was being, both with his actions and words. It’d been a long time since they’d gotten to have moments like this. Even if this war was looming over their heads. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze, and met his gaze.
“I love you too…and Honestly…I only came here to see you.” She gave him a tiny smile, before she edged closer to him. That part was true. Yes, she supported her father in his war- but it was because Fionn was here that SHE was here.
“But, I will promise to stay out of it…only if you promise to come home to me after.”
[ ♛ ]
“Yeah?” Her smile was contagious as he smiled back at her. He wished things where different, wished he could be home with his wife and children. But he was stuck doing her bloody father’s dirty work. It just wasn’t fair.
“Of course I promise. I’d be crazy not ta... Well, y'know what I mean.” He chuckled lightly, now growing silent as he continued to watch her and stroke her hand. Just enjoying the time with her.
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Truth be told, I’m not the man I once was…
Happy St. Patrick’s Mad Sweeney Day!! 🍀
I’m still around, just on a hiatus I guess.
Sweeney: You played me like a fiddle!
Wednesday: Fiddles are actually pretty difficult to play. I played you like the cheap kazoo you are
And the air was full Of various storms and saints Praying in the street As the banks began to break And I’m in the throes of it Somewhere in the belly of the beast
