many hymns

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[weirdlypersonalrpmemes]

headcanon memes inspired by things i like, part 1. ⤿   inspired by muses i write tw: addiction

send in a symbol i’ll answer the corresponding question about my muse!

[ 🏃‍♂️ ] does your muse have escapist tendencies?

[ 💄 ] does your muse have an aesthetic? do they adhere strictly to it?

[ 👥 ] does your muse have many friends? do people feel they can rely on your muse?

[ 📚 ] what is your muse’s favourite genre of books, tv, movies, etc.?

[ 💐 ] what is your muse like in relationships?

[ 💍 ] how dedicated is your muse to their job?

[ 🍺 ] does your muse have any addictions?

[ 🍀 ] does your muse believe in luck? do they have a good luck charm or rituals they follow to avoid bad luck?

[ 🎀 ] does your muse have any childhood friends or people that are important to them?

[ 💕 ] does your muse believe in true love? do they believe in love at all?

[ 🧸 ] does your muse have any guilty pleasures or hobbies that make them embarrassed?

[ 🌟 ] is your muse comfortable in their identity? are they insecure or confident?

[ 🧭 ] does your muse know what they want? how well can they advocate for themselves?

[ 🎈 ] does your muse have many regrets? what are they?

[ 🏆 ] is your muse afraid of failure? what do they do when they fail?

[ 💭 ] does your muse have imaginary friends? did they have any as a child?

[ 🩹 ] what does your muse do to de-stress?

[ 🚓 ] would your muse break the law?

[ 🧲 ] is your muse generally flirty, or are they more reserved?

[ 🗾 ] how self-sufficient is your muse? are they more independent, or do they need others around them?

[ 🙏 ] is your muse religious? what do they believe in, if anything?

[ 👻 ] if your muse were a fantasy creature, what kind would they be? why?

[ ⚖️ ] what is your muse’s moral code? what kind of morality do they have?

[ 💥 ] is your muse determined, or do they give up easily?

[ 🃏 ] how does your muse handle being lied to?

[ 🥀 ] would your muse betray someone they love?

[ 🥊 ] how strong is your muse’s survival instinct?

[ 🌼 ] what kind of first impression does your muse leave?

[ 🐣 ] does your muse have anyone they look up to?

[ 🎨 ] is your muse artistic? do they want to be?

[feral-ballad]

Louise Glück, From Descending Figure; “Portland, 1968”

[xpolyhymnia]

thalia-leroux​:

Thalia pressed her lips together into a thin line as she sat down across from the banshee. She didn’t know what to expect and she wasn’t entirely sure what to think of Agnes. She was a young professor, which meant that she didn’t have as much experience as some of the older ones. But, she seemed to have something to offer that Thalia could put to good use, so it seemed like it was worth a shot. The worse that could happen was Thalia ended the deal and she went off on her own. Hopefully, that wouldn’t happen. “Yes. Humans are easy to fool,” she said, leaning back in the seat. She tapped her fingers on the armrests. For years, she’d created forgeries of art pieces that could be passed off. If anything got too dicey for their crew, she could use a little illusion magic to help them out. “Supernatural perceptions? Like what?” She cocked her head to the side as she listened to the challenge. She turned her head to the small bookshelf. Immediately, the gears in her head started to turn as she tried to figure out a way to steal a book. It was going to be a challenge for sure if Agnes already knew to expect it. Thalia mirrored her playful smile as she nodded to accept the challenge.

"The same way wolves have enhanced hearing, some of us are more sensitive to magic. Well-trained magicians can easily identify the presence of magic." Agnes often felt a connection to the unnatural, as if it drew her in wherever she went. It didn't happen at first, but as she gained more experience, it grew stronger. "My experience with illusions also come in handy. Even if our object of distortion is different, there is still a distortion." Agnes was pleased to see her acceptance. Thalia seemed to already work on a plan.

Agnes got up and grabbed a statue of Morrigan she had brought with her from Ireland. The waist of the female shape fitted in one hand, which she held forward. "May I?" She called Thalia's attention to the object in hand. Without taking her eyes off the girl, she transformed the goddess into one of her books. She didn't change the nature of the object at all, but she was able to twist Thalia's notion of the object and project the illusion of Ovid's Metamorphoses. Agnes's subconscious memory of the material made up the pages and details of the book. Only someone familiar with it would notice a difference.

[xpolyhymnia]

AGNES | PRIVATE INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT

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[chandlebing]

Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?

[xpolyhymnia]

closed with: alena @xrosebloomx

location: lennox

Agnes was thankful that the day had been mostly peaceful, which was remarkable for Acadia. The cool breeze filled her lungs as she made her way from the academy towards the Mocking Bird. Grabbing a few drinks after work on Friday nights had become something of a tradition to her. Before she could make a left turn towards her destination, Lena felt a death omen. Death was close. She stopped in her tracks when the images flooded her mind. Knives danced in the wind, and blood splashed on a brick wall, it seemed to form a word, but she didn't know the language. There was an alley close to where she stood. Agnes let her instinct guide her towards it, abandoning her previous plan. Perhaps she could prevent the death from happening. A body laid face up in the alley. Agnes knelt, looking for a pulse, but she was too late. The man had multiple blades on his body. Most of his vital organs should've gotten punctured by the attacker. The scene had Agnes puzzled. Who was this man? And why was he so viciously attacked?

[xpolyhymnia]

lonclyhcartsclub​:

More than anything, Cydele could hear the voices in her head telling her that she just had to keep going. Do her job. Regardless of how awful the idea of the situation seemed to be. Leo had shattered her heart, not like she had really ever let it show. They day after she had ended their relationship, she had shown up the next day in her best pantsuit as if nothing had happened. She was good at that, putting up appearances. “No, there is not. And I suppose part of me doesn’t want to.. they’ve assigned me to him for a reason. Why, I don’t get.” The woman shook her head, running her fingers through her hair. Even after all that he had put her through, Cyd couldn’t help but feel that a part of her cared for him. Damn, having a big heart. The best she could do was put that heart aside. “It just seems odd that the headmistress didn’t acknowledge something like that.. it seems like her head has ben anywhere but with her students and faculty these days. Leo and I.. we were doomed.” Because of his love for power, love for the crown. “It’s been a while since we were together.. I just don’t know why it still effects me this much. Not that I’d ever want him to know that. Tell me if I’m not making sense.. I don’t seem to when I talk about him.” Of course, the dhampir laughed at the mention of how Agnes could roast him. While that word might not be at the peak of the woman’s vocabulary, she knew that it was exactly what she needed. 

"The headmistress has been failing her tasks for a while now. I'm sorry you're suffering the consequences of it." Her tone was quieter. She had been trying to make sense of the new information at first, but now she worried. "I can't begin to imagine what it's like being in your position." Agnes respected her commitment to her job, but she didn't respect their boss as much. The professional stress wasn't the only problem the faculty members had to deal with these past weeks. They lost students and friends as well. It was unfair for Cydele to have another worry added to her list.

"You don't have to worry about making sense. When did love ever make sense? " She chuckled. "Somethings are hard to let go, especially when we can't get closure. Even if you've been apart for a while, I can see you have unresolved issues regarding him." She gave her a genuinely kind look. Agnes wasn't good with relationship advice or conversations about the topic in general. Her love life had been on pause for years after all. But she cared enough about Cydele to be invested in her troubles.

[xpolyhymnia]

zaraxmorales​:

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Zara chuckled and nodded as the other woman spoke. “That sounds fun… Better than what I can do. Run fast and turn into a wolf.” She shrugged. Zara smiled at her and raised her brows. “Oh? Danger, huh?” She asked. “Danger can be fun, though. I mean… Yeah, like you said. Control is the real kicker, I guess. Has anyone ever hurt anyone? Ya know, being a banshee?” Zara asked her. She figured the answer would be yes. All supernatural creators could be dangerous. “I once heard a story about a werewolf attacking someone in their own home, couldn’t believe it.” Zara admitted to her, shaking her head. 

She picked up the straw and twirled it around the empty cup. “You want another one of those teas?” The brunette asked. “I know I could use another one of these.” She admitted. 

"I know that being a wolf entails a lot more than that. I'm sure you'll grow to appreciate it." She said reassuringly. Agnes knew of the dark sides of the werewolves. However, death was at the core of her existence. This was enough to lower her standards for supernaturals in general. "There are cases like that for almost any species. Humans don't learn any abilities on their own. It's not wise to assume we would. That's why I accepted this job. Being a teacher wasn't my top priority." She chuckled. "I wish I could have a long island tea, but I'll just settle for some water." She lifted her hand and placed a quick order to the waiter.

[xpolyhymnia]

thecadedawson​:

Cade hadn’t been entirely sure how she would react to his words. Not that he really gave a shit but he vaguely remembered having seen her around before and that she was one of the professors. Something that didn’t hold him back from saying exactly what was on his mind though, especially after just having been hit by one of her books. “And taking care of your mess entails what exactly..?”, he asked, narrowing his eyes, “Simply stuffing those books back in the shelves or actually doing something about the fact that you look like you haven’t slept in weeks? Just wanting to make sure since otherwise this probably hasn’t been the last incident…”

"Careful." She said coldly. Agnes didn't appreciate the reminder of what she was capable of doing. She knew it very well. However, the student didn't have anything to do with her problems. She hoped the warning would be enough to keep him in line. "Maybe I'll sleep for eight hours tonight and dream of rainbows and unicorns. But for the time being, the only thing I can do is put these books back." She had taken out two shelves, so she didn't waste any time while she spoke. Agnes had previous experience staking books as a result of her work in libraries. It was about time to come in handy, she thought.

[xpolyhymnia]

devonhale​:

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The toast was made with conviction and Devon felt delight over it. “To being badass bitches,” she agreed with a smile, raising her glass in return and clanking it gently against hers. She took a sip before nodding as the thoughts came back. “Alright, dear. Now that there aren’t prying ears and eyes, I suppose we can voice any opinions we deem fit for the occasion. Or we can just converse about anything in general.” Even if it wasn’t about Lennox’s present situation, Devon was always a willing soul to listen to anything people wanted to talk to her about.

“Okay, I lied. About the prying ears and eyes part,” she then said after a pause, laughing. “I have a security system that my guardian monitors frequently. But, besides him.”

Agnes knew it wasn't safe to discuss their problems openly in a bar where anyone could pick up on it. She felt much better sitting in Devon's kitchen. "That can be creepy...or kinky" She raised an eyebrow and laughed at her stupid joke. "Is he up to par with the whole mess?" Agnes asked, her eyes darting around aimlessly.

"Assuming we can find the wellspring, how do you think we'll defeat whatever is draining it?" That was one of the many questions that had been bothering her lately. Most of her thoughts were about Valoria lately. She couldn't remember the last time she didn't go to bed thinking about the same thing."I really need to get a life. I don't think what I have can qualify as one." She let out a sigh in frustration.

[xpolyhymnia]

September 28, 2007

Today I woke up screaming. I had never screamed like this before, loud enough to get both my parents into my room. I've never seen my mom so worried. She looked worse than when I fell off Artie's bike. Last night, I had another of those dreams. I made my way to a rotten tree, where I could hear clock engines ticking away like a countdown. As I touched the tree, I found myself in front of a door with the number 739. I was led into an almost empty room with floral wallpaper and sat on a brown chair. I stayed still until the air began to leave my lungs. A white, fluffy cat sat on my chest as I struggled to breathe. I heard my scream inside the dream before I woke up. I hate these dreams, I never know what they're supposed to mean.

September 29, 2007

I got home from school a few hours ago, I've been doing my boring chemistry homework, and my mother just got home from work with some news. Mrs. Lawrence died last morning. She was one of our oldest neighbors, and she was a lovely lady. Because she didn't have many relatives, I'm staring at a furry snowball sleeping at the foot of my bed. Nobody could take him, so I'll look after him from now on. Our last cat runway was when I was 10, and I was so sad that my parents wouldn't let me have another pet for almost a year. This time, I'll do my best for Casper, the friendly kitty.

— 1/3 diary entries

[imanes]

y’all: there’s strength in being vulnerable uwu

me: good for u i personally love keeping a distance and not getting my heart shattered every three minutes

[xpolyhymnia]

thalia-leroux​:

@spiritsofthedead​

Thalia thought about Agnes’s offer after their last interaction. She figured it wouldn’t hurt to learn as much as she could from the school and its professors before she took off. She wasn’t planning to stay there for long, but she didn’t have an exact length of time in mind. Thalia took a deep breath and headed towards the banshee’s office. She stood outside the open door for a moment. She’d rarely asked for help or for someone to teach her, especially not in a formal setting like this. All the magic she’d learned was on the streets and in back alleys in Italy. “Is the offer still on the table?” Thalia asked.

For the previous hour, Agnes had been grading papers. The room smelled like cigarettes and coffee, and as much as she disliked consuming too much caffeine, she knew she'd need it to do her task. When she heard Thalia's voice, she looked up from her papers. Agnes was surprised when the girl accepted her offer so soon. "Of course," She said. "Make yourself comfortable." She gave a friendly smile and gestured to the chair in front of her. "Let me get rid of these." She pushed the papers to one side, removing any obstacles between the two of them. "I understand you've done heists in the human world, but supernatural perceptions of events can differ significantly. I want you to steal a book from my office without me noticing it's gone." She shifted her gaze to the little bookshelf on which she kept her work materials. "You have complete access to my office, and you can take your time with this task." She gave Thalia a playful smile, hoping the challenge would entice her.

[xpolyhymnia]

lonclyhcartsclub​:

Of course, it was in Cydele’s nature to help someone when they were down. What was new for her was making a true connection with someone that seemed to actually enjoy her company. Perhaps that was why she had found herself pursuing this new friendship a bit harder than some of the other attempts she had made with other people. 

“No, love, it’s not.” The woman shook her head, just wanting to dive right into the drink in front of her and forget all of her problems. Let the weight she put on her shoulders that never seemed to dissipate just roll off with ease. When Agnes asked her what happened, she let out a ragged sigh, a sign that the floodgates were about to open. “I was assigned a ward. And while that’s a good thing.. it’s my birthright.. it’s who that irks me so much.” Even if she had tried to be cordial with him, the feelings were still there. He had broken her heart, even if she had been the one to end things. In a way, the moment when everything became about the crown was his way of ending things with her. While someone new had caught her attention, some of the pieces of her heart hadn’t quite het found where they fit. “You don’t happen to know Prince Wulfric, do you? Well, Leo. We.. were together for some time. And now, I’ve been assigned to lead his detail. Me.”

Agnes was well aware that the guard system was not always pleasant. And that, for damphirs, their honour was at stake. Whoever became her new ward had to be unnerving. Otherwise, her friend wouldn't be so upset. She awaited the coming information with some anticipation, but it caught her completely off guard. "There's a lot to unpack here. You're telling me that you and my royal pain in the ass of a friend Leo used to date?" Agnes felt the concept almost outwardly. "How did you come to be with him, my dear?" From Leo's perspective, she had no doubt he could pursue Cydele; she was attractive, kind, and intelligent. It would be hard to find reasons not to like her; but, she wouldn't say the same about Leo. Agnes was speechless, her mouth open and her head tipped into her hand. "Let me make a wild guess. There's nothing you can do to change wards?" She was well aware that the system's bureaucracy was at best convoluted. "I'm sorry he got assigned to you; if I had to watch after him, bless his heart, I would become a match for strigoi." Even if Leo was one of her closest friends, there wasn't much she wouldn't tell to his face; she wasn't one to conceal his shortcomings. "You can always have me lecture him if he gets on your nerves too much. At this point, I can roast him in a hundred different ways." She laughed.

[xpolyhymnia]

thelivesofevelyn​:

evelyn hadn’t bene planning on staying much longer to be quite honest. she had to get home to her cottage to clean her home before others started to come over for the evening. for once evelyn didn’t get everything together like she usually did by waking up at 6am before she had left for work. seeing the woman by herself she paused for a moment. clearly the woman was having some sort of breakdown. she did tend to try and stay away from those. emotions like that weren’t really her forte. seeing the others mix and mingle she sighs before wrapping her arms around the other woman embracing her into a hug. “shhh, it’s okay, everything is okay.” she breaths out calmly. years of practice with tex has helped her in moment like these. “let’s get you out of here away from thee others.” she says softly pulling away gesturing her head down towards the long corridor. 

Agnes was taken aback by Evelyn's hug. She didn't realize her anguish was so visible to others. Agnes had been doing her best to appear composed until the woman suggested getting her out of the room. At the moment, she wished for nothing more than that. She nodded and stood up, ready to leave. "That sounds like a good idea." She gave Evelyn a tired smile and followed her down the corridor.

[xpolyhymnia]

📢

[ 📢 ] what does your muse’s voice sound like? is it high-pitched, or deep? is it nasal or set in their chest? describe it in as much detail as you can.

Her voice slightly nasally, on the higher end of the spectrum, and a bit raspy. She can sound flat most of the time, especially at work, but when she gets excited her voice gets higher. Her scream isn't pleasant, even if it isn't for supernatural causes.

[xpolyhymnia]

🌺🪁🪀

[ 🌺 ] what is your muse’s relationship with their parents? are there specific things they like/dislike about them?

She grew up in a very harmonic household, there were only a few common moments of tension between them. She admires their patience and kindness even in her darkest times.

[ 🪁 ] does your muse have a special talent or hobby they devote themselves to? why is this talent or hobby important to them?

Agnes plays the guitar since she was fourteen years old, it's her favorite hobby. She isn't good at expressing her emotions, so she uses as an outlet for it.

[ 🪀 ] what was your muse’s childhood like? how did their upbringing affect them?

Agnes always had a small group of friends, but wasn't very social as a child. Her parents encouraged her to have a good relationship with education and gave space to develop as an individual. This prompted her to grow self reliable, curious and dedicated.