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@windsofchaos
You have the voice to drag men under.
Ashe Vernon, from “Metropolitan Mermaids,” Belly of the Beast
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"O MEMORY, thou fond deceiver, Still importunate and vain, To former joys recurring ever, And turning all the past to pain: Thou, like the world, th' oppress'd oppressing, Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe: And he who wants each other blessing In thee must ever find a foe." – Oliver Goldsmith
Maya tipped her drink back, emptying the last of the bottle's contents against her lips. For the most part, the tavern was quiet, especially from the back of the bar where she sat. There we a few late night stragglers getting their fill before the final call, but they seemed content to leave the woman to her own devices. As she set the bottle down on the table, a faint series of clinks echoed quietly through the establishment. Seems this drink was not her first of the evening and it definitely wasn't her last. She stayed well past the closing hour, content to avoid going home.
Surely the name had just been a coincidence, had it not?
As she moved to secure herself another drink, she was intercepted by a woman of tall stature. Her gray hair and eyes were all too familiar to Maya, who gave a lofty sigh at the interruption. Ironic was the only thought that crossed her mind. "Keeper Grey," she sarcastically sing-songed, "to what do I owe the pleasure of such a late visit?"
While the woman looked none too pleased with neither Maya's tone nor demeanor, she merely gestured towards a nearby table with a sizable file folder in her hand. As the pair seated themselves, the Keeper shifted the folder to Maya possession, also retrieving a vial from her pocket to hand over as well. Maya recognized the vial as one of her own, her finger tapping the glass gently and watching a memory unfold from within its contents.
"The higher ups are quite pleased with your work, Agent Kallos. Trust me when I tell you that it's not everyday that we find someone with talent of this magnitude. We see many promising mesmers who do well at altering memories, but to create this," a slender hand gestured towards the vial, "a purely synthetic one that elicits such genuine emotion? Why.. they are very pleased indeed and have an offer to make you."
"An offer?" Maya's head canted as the Keeper nodded in response.
"An offer. The details are in the folder I have released to you. Time is of the essence, Agent Kallos." The woman then stood, making her way to the door before glancing over her shoulder. "Keep to the shadows."
Maya watched as the Keeper left, only glancing down to the folder in her hands when the woman had gone out of sight. Well, it's a distraction at least. She began to flip through its contents, a sickening grimace taking hold over her as she delved deeper.
She had been right, this wasn't just a theory. And if they had done this to the Lightbringer years ago, how many others were there?
A fist curled around the vial on the table, and the force she put behind it caused it to shatter against the wall across from her.
“Mother, you don’t understand; I made Hades run to me, He saw my bones beneath and offered me half his kingdom. Do you really think I ate the fruit unwillingly?”
PERSEPHONE'S RETURN by A.M.
Into The Desert
“But the sea that bore me, perished, with its million mighty waves; Sleeps the music that it cherished, in their lone and arid graves! Mountains lofty shake their heather, where the depths of water flowed, And where coral paths were shining, winds the dry and dusty road.” – Ernest Jones
Maya smiled as soft sands skittered beneath her sandaled steps, the desert sun beaming its warmth upon her cheeks. "Home," she thought.
The Crystal Desert was far from her home, however, and the only glimpses she had ever seen of its vast expanses came to her upon visions and dreams of its past. Still, she could feel Maraja's excitement, the djinn was glad to be back once again upon her native land. The mesmer continued her trek onward, keeping an eye open for any markers to lead her towards the free city upon everyone's lips, Amnoon.
Maraja had chosen to materialize beside her, taking on her human form and linking a cool arm with Maya’s, "It's different than I remember." Curiously Maya tilted her head toward her companion, "I wouldn't know, but that does not surprise me. How many centuries has it been since you were here last? All lands change over time, take Ascalon for example." The djinn merely shook her head, resounding in her usual cryptic tone, "Many grains of sand upon where the sea once stood." Maya's head dipped to the side once again, "You speak of the Crystal Sea?"
No answer came to her question, however, and just as quickly as Maraja had come to her side, she had dispersed. "Typical," Maya thought, an icy jab prodding at a finger upon her left hand; the djinn's only response.
I loved the smell of ocean water. Salt always smells like memory.
Sherman Alexie
Finished product for @windsofchaos. A very much overdue portrait! But it really helped me defeat my 3 month art slump!
Absolutely stunned and in awe at how wonderful this turned out. Thank you, again, it really did come out perfect. <3!
Work in progress. Ending my long hiatus hopefully! I’ve been going through the longest case of art block in my life. #digitalart #illustration #cintiqcompanion #myart #_jillustrates #wip #photoshop #portrait #painting
(( !!! It a Maya!! Don’t mind me while I just fangirl over here! ))
Do not mistake me for my mask. You see light dappling on the water and forget the deep, cold dark beneath.
Patrick Rothfuss
Hylian (Phonetic): /en daʃeʋu nobe̞ ʃo̞ndʊ/ /tʏe ʃʊtʊ keuænu sale̞/ /en daʃeʋu nobe̞ dʊʃʊ/ /tʏe ʃʊtʊ nobe̞ dezu dotʃe̞/
English: Oh youth, guided by the servant of the goddess, unite earth and sky, and bring light to the land. Oh youth, show the two whirling sails the way to the Light Tower... and before you a path shall open, and a heavenly song you shall hear.
There are wolves, they would say. And there are stories about wolves and girls. Girls in red. All alone in the woods. About to get eaten up. Wolves and girls. Both have sharp teeth.
I am alone again and I want to be so; alone with the pure sky and open sea.
Friedrich Nietzsche
RP Askbox Memes: The Darker Aspects of Life.
(TW! Some of these detail sensitive situations and darker themes!
🚬 - What are some of your muses’s vices? have they tried to quit, or are they content with these habits?
🚭 - Do they approve of immoral behavior, or are they more of a straight-edge?
💉 - Specifically, are they addicted to any substances or immoral behavior patterns? (Bonus points if you outline why!)
🔒 - Is your muse secretive? If so, why?
❌- Something terrible that my muse has done, but frequently denies in the face of others (or themselves)
✂ - Their thoughts on revenge.
🔥 - If applicable, do they lean more toward sadism or masochism?
👊 - Have they ever gotten into a fist fight before? (Bonus points if you mention what caused the fight and how it turned out!)
🌊 - Have they ever come close to drowning (Or have they caused someone else to drown?)
🌈 - Are they the type to put on a face and act like things are hunky dory when in reality they aren’t?
🐍 - Would they ever keep a dangerous animal around?
💀 - Have they ever killed before? (Bonus points if you mention why!)
💰 - Have they ever stolen before? If so, what did they steal and why?
👀 - Had your muse ever witnessed a crime and looked the other way? (Bonus points for specifics!)
💣- Do they have an affinity for large and/or dangerous weapons?
✨ - (If applicable) Would they prefer using “good” or beneficial magic, or would they be liable to prefer malignant and evil magic instead?
🔫 - Discuss a murder or a crime your muse has committed.
🎭 - Do they have a conscience, or are they cold-blooded?
😉 - Do they have any qualms with manipulating others to get what they want?
👄 - Are they attracted to immoral behavior? If so, what specifically are they drawn to?
📢 - Would they be more likely to report a crime to the authorities, or be more inclined to look the other way?
🗽 - Do they support government institutions, or do they favor anarchy instead?
💄 - Would they seduce another person in order to manipulate them?
🏆 - Are they type to take credit for someone else’s achievements?
⚡ - In their eyes, do the ends justify the means?
👿 - Are they petty?
💲 - Would they ever kill or commit crimes for money?
All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages.
William Shakespeare