happiness is a butterfly

P S Y C H E aspect. goddess of the soul. happiness is a butterfly try to catch it like every night it escapes from my hands into moonlight

[pinardenizs]

Pınar deniz as Ceylin Erguvan || Yargı, 3.12

[pinardenizs]

"I don't want to go to sleep angry with each other ."

[xpsychex]

I am in control now.

[fafana20]

Pınar Deniz wearing Messika Jewelry at the 75th Annual Cannes Film Festival on May 23, 2022.

[haybalemaze]

Prodigal Son 1.09 pied-à-terre

[beelzebulx]

"Then tell me you haven't thought about it." Ba'al leaned into Psyche's ear as his fingers trailed lightly up and down her arm. While the two returned to the party, those who looked on would only see the Goddess sharing the dance floor with one of the daimona that accompanied her. Ba'al remained a secret, forbidden indulgence, and should the world know that the Goddess had fallen in step with the archfiend who'd helped chase her people from their home... Well, disapproval would be putting it mildly. "Your head on your pillow, my lips between your thighs." Calling Ba'al a menace would have been putting it lightly, but he could still remember what the Goddess tasted like. The sounds she made as she came undone over the tarmac of his tongue or the breadth of his waist. He stepped back to offer the other his arm to escort, "You'll have to lead the way."

[xpsychex]

To say he didn't have an effect on her would have been a bold-faced lie. However, Psyche had been alive long enough to circle around the truth like it was an Olympic sport. If he wanted her to say the truth, he would have to do much more than that. After all, she had said to him that he would have to woo her. They weren't going to fall back into old patterns simply because he wanted it. No, that couldn't happen at all. He had quite a lot of apologies to give and she would only give him so much time to give them. How he went about those apologies? Well, that was up to him entirely. "‘Ma’haurasha." That was all she said in response to his words as he backed away and held his arm out towards her. Maybe it was too straightforward, but she couldn't exactly circled around the truth about that. "I intended to." Her arm looped through his own, gaze falling to the daimona that had been waiting for her to send them off to her home. A hand patted Beelzelbub's chest and stayed there for a moment. "I'll be sure to give you your own bed. You couldn't possibly stay in mine." She dropped her hand and the one that had been looped through his to walk ahead of him. "You may follow me," she stated with a smile.

[ariadnesenatus]

New years was a difficult day, it was a reminder that the Earth had travelled around the sun for another year and it was another year that the sun would warm her skin and it was another year that Asterion was gone, he had never received the glory of a grave as his bones had been left to rot in the Labyrinth that he had been caged in all his life. It was why Ariadne had devoted tribute and made alters in his memory wherever she had travelled too. She never visited the temples in reverence to Ulthar and tried to not think of Minos often, gone was the innocence that use to pay tribute to her family line of Gods and Kings.

An affection arm was thrown around her shoulder after they had belted their hearts out, a laugh sung out of Ariadne's lungs and the empathetic wave of joy in the karaoke bar only fueled the aspect further, a quick squeeze around Pysche's torso in victory. "Tequila?" In answer to a break time, a eyebrow was arched in mischief.

[xpsychex]

Alcohol, oh, alcohol. Psyche had definitely grown to like the liquid. It definitely put her in a good mood, but after that party, she certainly didn't like the feeling it gave her. She'd have to be more cautious next time. One shot of tequila wouldn't hurt her though. If anything, it would help her get back on stage and belt her heart out again. As Ariadne's arm wrapped around her torso, she guided them over towards the bar. "Tequila," she stated with a nod just as they got there. The wait was short as the shots were handed to them. "What are we toasting to?" The question was asked as she held up her shot.

[asmodeusxcx]

Most of his day in the actual shop, on the actual floor, is just spent a cat who caught the canary. Some people come in and get what they want, perhaps chat a bit, maybe ask where something is, make their purchase and leave and that's just fine, they don't need their help. Those kind of people are liberated already and while there was so much pleasure he could show them, he likes those that come in nervous or uptight the most. It was one thing to convince someone with a drawer full of whips and chains and whatever else Rihanna sang about, it was another to completely blow someone's mind as they learned about self pleasure. Bonus points went to getting a prude to actually give into all their desires and actually try a buttplug or two. Better to buy it from Eden than wind up getting too curious and having Keket remove whatever someone had shoved up there without a base. "Well what do you like?" Asmodeus asks and then he looks to her and then perhaps away to no one at all as he wonders if he wants to know. "When it's just you."

[xpsychex]

The question honestly threw her for a loop. Psyche had never really thought about anything sexual if it didn't include someone else. Eros was good enough most of the time. Beelzelbub was more than good enough. Yet she never really bothered with simply pleasing herself. She had been aware of the concept, but it always felt like she didn't need to do any of that. What was the point of it? The thought crossed her head long enough for her to forget what she was doing. In her hand was a very large dildo that she had picked up and immediately put down. That wasn't going anywhere near her. She looked back up to Asmodeus. "Oh no, I don't...I don't do that."

[pandorasrue]

who? @xpsychex where? psyche's house of horrors note: psyche's house might be beautiful but Pandora??? Can't see that shit rip to her all she sees is Baal's decor

"Are you dying? Cursed? Being held captive?" There is a deep and utter disbelief on her expression as she looks around the room. Considering the luxury she had been living amidst in Eden, Psyche is positively slumming it. There is fucking flies in the room. And— Is that fucking scat? It takes Pandora a long moment to take in the room, before she inhales deeply — a mistake, the place stinks — and turns to Psyche, throws her over her shoulder and starts walking away from the house. "Or I am being fucked with, or there is more going on that you are not telling me. Either way! We are not fucking having girls night here. What the actual fuck? I am pretty sure I saw less disgusting places when Eden was on fire and collapsing. And full of blood."

[xpsychex]

Before Psyche could even realize what was happening, she was being picked up and thrown over her friend's shoulder. She wasn't sure what was happening and, honestly, she was far too afraid to ask about it. Clearly, there was something going on that she wasn't seeing or Pandora certainly wouldn't have been acting this way. Still, things looked very normal to her so it seemed very strange that the condition of the place looked horrid enough for the other aspect to want to drag her out of there. "Pandora..." She tried to cut the woman off, but she kept going so Psyche simply waited until she was done. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Why would I be dying? Or cursed? Or being held captive?"

[ianfawley]

@delianxapollo, @divinitydiana @xpsychex location: the last bean notes: this isn't a 4-way thread. I have similar connections with all of them; feel free to disregard or love me. Whichever <3. This is a town RP now.

It was a typical winter weekend, and "The Last Bean" was bustling with activity. People had gathered inside to escape the cold weather, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and hot chocolate filled the air. Ian was a regular customer and spent most of his lazy Sunday mornings sitting by the window sipping whatever popular seasonal beverage. However, the place was more crowded this time, and he had to wait over twenty minutes just to get his order.

Ian was determined to find a cozy spot to sit and enjoy his coffee despite the lack of space. So, he started scanning the room and spotted a table with only one person. He gathered his courage, walked up to the stranger, and asked, "Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

[xpsychex]

Psyche was so fascinated with this new world she had been thrust into. Once again, she'd had no real choice in the matter, but she had become used to that feeling. Still, this coffee shop was very cozy when it wasn't as crowded as it was right now. She almost thought that, maybe, just maybe people were far too dependent on coffee. And perhaps she understood that. An iced coffee was like ambrosia. It tasted divine in nature and she wondered why it didn't exist in Elysia. As she took another sip, her eyes damn near rolled to the back of her head. Better than sex even. The sound that left her mouth was probably not one that should have left her mouth in public, but it was too late now. When she opened her eyes, she saw a very familiar face, but that didn't...this iced coffee had magical properties. "No, you can sit." She looked at the coffee in his hands. "What did you get?"

[agentoutofdiaz]

[pinardenizs]

Pınar deniz as Yasemin Derin in every episode of Aktris (2023)

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→ Pınar deniz in Aktris, episode 1.02

[beelzebulx]

Eden sang around them; the twinkle of Telperion's silver light bathed the meadow where they moved habitually in time with the music. The step was one that they'd known so many years ago, though neither had ever had the chance to know one another in this way. Ba'al had watched instead as Psyche danced with another, quietly hoping she was thinking of him as she did. As prolific as Ba'al's lies could be, the archfiend never could tell when he was deceiving himself and when his feelings were genuine. Ba'al was nobody's fool, except perhaps where Psyche was concerned, because if she told him that the sky was falling, he'd be resigned to taking shelter and holding out for the end.

"Only for you," Ba'al admitted, though her remark brushed a smirk across his lips; he'd waited nearly ten thousand years to stand here before Psyche and he'd wait as many more as he needed. Ultimately, it would be the two of them; Ba'al would ensure it. "I'd never share a bed with someone else's wife." This lie, at least, was blatant: "That's a sin." As the music he'd brought forth came to a close, the world that the lord of lies has manifested for them drew to an end as well. "But at least let me escort you to your door."

[xpsychex]

"Who said anything about sharing a bed?" A hint of a smirk appeared on her lips. "I simply alluded to you taking me home." The music slowly faded away and she looked away from him for a moment to the party around them. What a party it was. Her gaze fell to her daimona that she had summoned for the occasion before flitting back to Beelzebub. An Archfiend speaking of sin? Well, she could have laughed. Psyche knew him all too well and she did not often fall into the games he played. He could surely do it with others, but he had never truly lied to her. Not unless it was something as blatant as the one he had just told. Her hand slipped from the back of his neck to rest at his chin as she looked at him. "A gentleman, I see." Her lips had gotten closer to his before she pulled away slightly. "Well, I did suggest that you take me home. If I go back on my word now, I'd be a liar, wouldn't I?" Hand dropping from his chin to rest on his chest, a brow rose as the joke left her mouth. A liar and a woman who could not do the same. What a pair they made.

[xpsychex]

I got you sprung off in the springtime Fuck all your free time You don't need no me-time That's you and me time We be gettin' so loud That dick make my soul smile That dick make me so proud

@beelzebulx

[beelzebulx]

"You have a point," Ba'al couldn't help but notice that the two of them stuck out like a sore thumb; fortunately the archfiend wasn't above lying, in fact he preferred to do it as often as possible. This rave thing melted away until it was just the two of them, alone in Eden once more. At their back Telperion stood, washing the grove in silverlight. There was no people to get in their way, and the music was something more tasteful and reminiscent of the time. "Is this better?" Ba'al's hold still sat upon her, one hand laced through her fingers, the other at her waist as the two of them moved in time with the music. Reality ws whatever he made it, so by extension it was whatever Psyche wished it to be.

[xpsychex]

"I usually do," she stated with a hint of a smile. Along with the fact that they had been dancing to music that did not seem to be of the type they were used to, they were also not the type to attend parties such as this. At least Psyche wasn't. She guessed the same could be said for him though considering that he had been deep within the Inferno, corrupted by the Abyss, for some time now. Even through that, she could not find reason to steer away from him. It seemed that their paths would always cross regardless of how much she had assumed they never would again. Maybe she should have been more concerned about what had transpired and the actions that had led up to her being pushed away from the home she had made for herself within Elysia. Yet she wasn't. All she could think when she felt his presence was that she had been waiting for him for far too long.

As the party around them faded away, her hand fell into his while the other stayed at the nape of his neck. Lips pursed together to attempt to hide the smile that had been forming upon them, she tilted her head. "The big bad Archfiend is just a big softie, huh?" She moved closer until her lips hovered over his again. "It's perfect. Thank you." Illusions were his specialty. Lying was what he was proficient in, but she was always adamant that he had never done so to her. At least, that was always what she hoped. "I want you to take me home, but I'm a lady. You'll have to woo me better than that, big bad Archfiend."

[pinardenizs]

Pınar deniz as Ceylin Erguvan // Yargı, 3.01