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&&. OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.
➳ APHRODITE.
laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, thrives on attention, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks (wink machine broke),strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, your girlfriend thinks they’re attractive, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.
➳ APOLLO.
glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled wrath, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account.
➳ ARES.
armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fists raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell will make you think, exhausted, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.
➳ ARTEMIS.
keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes (eyes machine broke), disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.
➳ ATHENA.
discerning gaze, unreadable face, the patience of a lifelong teacher, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, go-getter, balls of wool displayed on shelves, ancient buildings, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.
➳ DEMETER.
soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.
➳ DIONYSUS.
drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.
➳ HEPHAESTUS.
sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.
➳ HERA.
resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.
➳ HERMES.
devil-may-care smile, ink-stained hands, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners,spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.
➳ POSEIDON.
storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, the sea casting its spell, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns for more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle,compass with a spinning arrow.
➳ ZEUS.
thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, pretends they don’t have (certain) feelings but they do, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy calendar with ease, most likely to be voted class president out of their peers, expensive watch.
tagged by: @spadeshunter tagging: anyone who wants to do it, most of my dash has been HIT lmao
&&. FAMOUS FIRST LINES OF POETRY.
➳ BOLD THE ONES THAT APPLY TO YOUR MUSE.
i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked // tyger tyger, burning bright, // i have done it again, // do not go gentle into that good night, // the sea is calm to-night, // pretty women wonder where my secret lies, // let us go then, you and i, // april is the cruelest month, // there is a place where the sidewalk ends, // i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in my heart ), // two roads diverged in a yellow wood, // whose woods these are i think i know, // let us twain walk aside from the rest; // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, // i taught myself to live simply and wisely, // it so happens i am sick of being a man, // i wandered lonely as a cloud, // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun ? // o my luve is like a red, red rose // o captain ! my captain ! our fearful trip is done; // out of the night that covers me, // it was many and many a year ago, // you may write me down in history, // do not stand at my grave and weep, // some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice, // hope is the thing with feathers, // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away, // i met a traveler from an antique land, // ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves // this is thy hour o soul, // when we wear the mask that grins and lies, // death be not proud, // and death shall have no dominion, // laugh, and the world laughs with you; // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand, // is there anybody there ? said the traveler // nobody heard him, the dead man, // that crazed girl improving her music, // come to me in the silence of the night; // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high, // when you are old and grey and full of sleep, // in flanders’ fields the poppies blow, // i thought of you and how you love this beauty, // life, believe, is not a dream, // it may be misery not to sing at all, // if starry space no limit knows, // come live with me and be my love // had we but world enough and time, // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense, // bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art — // thou still unravish’d bride of quietness, // how do i love thee ? let me count the ways, // in visions of the dark night, // shall i compare thee to a summers day ? // break, break, break, // she walks in beauty, // i had a dream, which was not at all a dream, // he clasps the crag with crooked hands, // heaven is what i cannot reach ! // my dear, my dear, i know.
tagged by: @spadeshunter tagging: anyone who wants to!!
spadeshunter:
@queenswrxth // sc.
“ okay, here’s the plan. i’m gonna run in, shoot ‘em up, tell ‘em what we’re here for, and then boom ! profit ! easy, right? and if i die, it’s fine, because i have sundance with me so i’ll get resurrected. ” a pause. “ then i’ll find the closest ramen shop and have ramen, as one does. yeah, sounds good. oh ! you’re my back-up so i die less. ”
“I think at least two of those are in the very wrong order, Cayde.” The words spoken with a hint of bubbling amusement, Petra Venj, queen of collateral damage and very little else, looks over the hunter vanguard with a smirk on her face she finds difficult to wipe off in his presence. It is little wonder the pair have such a blast radius — Petra would like to think at least a few meters of it can be blamed on the exo.
“How does this sound — I’ll watch your back, like I always do, we storm in together,” sharply, she wrenches Mara’s gift from its sheathe at her waist, “you ‘shoot ‘em up’, I do the talking and the ‘asking’, and then boom! A few less holes in your stomach, for that soup to leak out of.”
spadeshunter:
“ y’know what ? that sounds great, as long as you never diss the ramen again by calling it a soup. i mean, you’re not wrong, but it is so, so much more. ” he has an grin on his face, despite the fact that he can’t actually grin. “ but my plan was still just as good as yours ! c’mon, it was a totally sound strategy ! it woulda worked. ”
sundance took the chance to appear, with a playfully chimed “ no it would not ” in her voice. which prompted the hunter vanguard to gently grab his ghost and nudge her away.
“ ahem. so uh, we go in, shoot ‘em up, you can do the ‘ fun part ’ of talking and asking, then we have profit ! sounds good. i think sundance would agree. ” a glance to his ghost, and she was giving him a Look. “ … close enough ! ”
“You’re right, Cayde. It’s a soup with noodles.” That faint accent, the one that marks her as other, shines through in her voice even as she teases him with the veracity of a child in grade school. She sheathes her knife just as sharply as she had wrenched it free, slipping the Vestian Dynasty from its holster and giving it a quick once over before flicking off the safety. “You go in front, I’ll clean up behind. Save me the big one and we’ll have this little ‘salvage’ situation sorted in no time.” The wrath turned regent glances around the corner, checking her sights without being seen.
She trusts the hunter vanguard’s intel. And even if she didn’t, she would still be here. Though she would sooner die than speak it out loud, this kind of bloodshed from their mutual enemies has become a small solace, one she relies on more heavily than a crutch. There is drowning yourself in drink, there is drowning yourself in work. And then there is drowning yourself in the sound of gunfire and hissing energy bolts, drowning yourself in adrenaline as bullets sing overhead as you duck for cover and you can almost forget, forget, forget — “Are you ready?”
spadeshunter:
“ you are one misguided soul and i am going to show you the wonders of ramen, which by the way ! is not soup with noodles. but, debates can be left ‘til after we deal with this little issue, then the first round’s on me. ” he takes the ace of spades out of his holster, checking the cylinder for ammo, balancing it delicately in his hand. he dances with the idea of a hero’s entrance; gun blazing, calling upon the traveler’s light to set their mutual opponents ablaze, watching them turn to ash on contact… he considers it. he may go through with it.
after given pause, the exo grins at the awoken. “ ready on three. ” he doesn’t count, however, instead running into the fray with a loud ‘ three ! ’. never one for patience or timing, sundance tells him as she always does; and it is then that he begins his dance.
it’s playful and precise, steady but on-the-spot. there’s a careful placement of a grenade at the feet of a small group of dregs, a knife thrown directly into a vandal’s skull, exploding on impact. sundance warns him ( ever quietly as she does; not ruining his dance but instead participating in it with a quick ‘ watch out ! ’ or ‘ on your left ! ’ ). he ducks under a direct attack from a marauder and takes a shot as it tumbles away. their enemies fall. he does not. he has thrown himself into the fray, but he looks as though he is home.
“ hey, petra ! you’re missing out on the best part ! ” he jokes, of course.
She should know better than to expect a full countdown from the gunslinger by now. There are no tales left to tell of the wild west, but if there were... Petra cannot dance the way Cayde-6 does, not when she has spent so long holding so many lives in her hands. Watching the backs of Corsairs, of Crows, of people who have only one life– People who place their trust in her, that she will make sure they do not lose it.
So Petra is tactical. Methodical, but swift. For her, this plays as less of a game and more of a series of executions. A shot to the knee, to cripple– A shot to the head to silence the cries. A dreg lifts its pistol, only for the Vestian Dynasty to burn a hole through its wrist, and then its skull– As a captain still reeling from the explosion of the grenade gets too close for for comfort, she lunges to finish that fight with one of many hidden blades, the combat skin that the Wrath wears under her armor letting her know that her forearm is now wet and cold with spilled ether as the captain falls to the floor.
Cayde is dancing. Petra follows behind him with a mop. But still she grins broadly back at him, the expression hidden behind her helmet as she wrenches her knife out of the captain– She will not die to a bullet in the brain like so many others today– And her laugh rings in his comm, her voice bubbling with amusement. “You are making a mess, Cayde.”