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Celeste Buckingham - “Run Run Run” 

So you said, “why even bother”
Set this love set me on fire
how I wish you’d be the victim
so you’d see just how I’m feeling

brighterthanroses:

mythology meme - two objects - pandora’s box

But the woman took the lid off the big jar with her hands
and scattered all the miseries that spell sorrow for men.
Only Hope was left there in the unbreakable container,
stuck under the lip of the jar, and couldn’t fly out:
the woman clamped the lid back on the jar first,
all by the plan of the Aegisholder, cloud-herding Zeus.

brighterthanroses:

mythology meme - two objects - pandora’s box

But the woman took the lid off the big jar with her hands

and scattered all the miseries that spell sorrow for men.

Only Hope was left there in the unbreakable container,

stuck under the lip of the jar, and couldn’t fly out:

the woman clamped the lid back on the jar first,

all by the plan of the Aegisholder, cloud-herding Zeus.

Everybody wants to rule the world [tag; Zeus]

zeus-tow:

rielle-tow:

The spirit flickered, remnants of blood magic following in her wake. Pandora turned her gaze toward a distant place, far beyond the manor and the mountains above. “I come to implore swift action, Ombrios.” A new storm brewed beneath her every word, her cunning voice calm with the rage of a thousand years collected into neat little lines. “This world—it is a theft. Do you not see? Even many of your children have been pulled into its grasp. They are his hostages. The primordial being moves like a villain, a thief in the night, pulling apart worlds, families, people.” 

Finally, her eyes cast themselves away from the outside, from the liar’s kingdom, and turned her gaze toward the King. “And still he works to undo your work: Atlas stands unburdened, Prometheus unpunished, and I—here I am but a shadow of what you made me. This is his doing, his insult. Khaos insults you.”     

"You came to implore, or to demand? To make demands of the gods is a task best left to those who know how to appease them; sacrifice and tribute is the way to make requests of the divine powers that influence this world and the ones beyond it. You are lucky that your concern matches my own, otherwise…well, I doubt this meeting would be as simple as it has become” the king of Olympus scolded gently, taking another long gulp of wine. “…not many would dare step into this place, as you have. It’s interesting.” 

Zeus pulled the glass away and hummed audibly, scrutinizing the raven-haired apparition with a curious glance. The emanations of arcane power that emanated from her, both obvious and invisible, were quite extraordinary; was she to be a player in this conflict between ancient and powerful forces? She spoke with confidence and eloquence, though Zeus was quick to assume her intentions—her language was driving, and perhaps she had her gain from pitting the two forces against one another.

Khaos was true to the root word in action; disorder and change followed with every movement and plan Khaos brought to the world (and, more specifically, this island). The creator of this place, despite granting access to their domain, would have made plenty of enemies; had a vindicated sufferer of the master of this realm been sent to his side to seek aid? Or was she an enemy of his as well, as Zeus was arrogant and confidant but knew he had earned the ire of many through his own actions and choices. He would not refuse an ally, if that was her purpose, but he would be wary of a potential manipulator in his midst. 

"Khaos insults because it is part of the nature of chaos…to bring change, often dramatically, upsets the balance of things and causes insult—this realm, this island, insults me because it has only furthered the changes of Olympus and its former denizens…" the king of Olympus quietly admitted, sighing deeply. "I agree with you…this is theft and this insult to me and what I have done. But what of you? What has Khaos done to you that sends you to seek me? Have you merely come to play messenger, of is there more to you? Speak then—I would hear of your role in all this madness." 

 To demand would to be without expectation or understanding of station. She had long since understood both, despite her momentary lapse of comprehension on the part of unfortunate circumstance. Now, it was her time to reclaim her place and finish her ascension above it thus. If facing the gods head on was a necessary obstacle, than she would face that as well as the scoldings without a shred of remorse. 

"If you will forgive my forward nature, I have done my fill of appeasing, god king," The fair woman sneered a smile filled with ill-intent and stood her ground above the old god’s throne. "I was created for one such a purpose and still after I existed as I was made, a curse upon those that had insulted before and again, I seek to continue my task. This time, however, they have insulted my person first—using me as a mere pawn in his game with you and with your house. I am insignificant to him now as I was before, but that is why I am here and why I must implore. I demand nothing, but your ear and the moment in which I shall approach it and with your response I assume I am granted such honor." 

Sweeping her dress as she moved, Rielle moved with purpose as the apparition took her place before him. Her chin raised in challenge and eyes cast forward with the branching tendrils of recognition. “You have known me once,  when I was whole and set me forth to my task, Horkios. Prometheus punished and a curse upon the men I lived among—my burden was a heavy one and in my moment of weakness Khaos saw only opportunity and further insult.” 

Dropping her gaze to her tensing fists, the woman smiled sweetly. “Me, mi’lord?” The woman shook her head. “I am merely part of the spoils to the primordial creature that holds this place. I have been stolen, my  form, part of my being, my entirety—he has split me like he splits your house and splits these worlds.” Her smile grew dark as her eyes followed suit. The storms brewing with arcane and with ancient power. "And in this mockery, he thinks me an easy conquest, a stepping stone."

Fingers flexing with the borrowed power, the spirit laughed at this despite her solemn tone. “That is his mistake, because I am here, as I have said before, to continue in my purpose: to punish those who would insult you. If you would allow it as so.” 

hoku-tow:

rielle-tow:

hoku-tow:

rielle-tow:

hoku-tow:

rielle-tow said: did u get it from ur papa

dat’s da idea

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if Tristan thinks it’s awkward how does Hoku feel

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I know someone who doesn’t see the awkwardness 

this is not going to end well.

hoku-tow:

rielle-tow:

hoku-tow:

rielle-tow said: did u get it from ur papa

dat’s da idea

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if Tristan thinks it’s awkward how does Hoku feel

I know someone who doesn’t see the awkwardness 

hoku-tow:

rielle-tow said: did u get it from ur papa

dat’s da idea

" bigwig-tow replied to your post:trying to type this reply to Zeus, but he sounds…
‘ur not the boss of me’ "

─ yeah ok why don’t you say that to the timeout chair mistah bossman

trying to type this reply to Zeus, but he sounds so angry outside right now jeezus fudging christo almighty this is actually terrifying wow

Everybody wants to rule the world [tag; Zeus]

zeus-tow:

rielle-tow:

The winds changed then and her eyes followed it. The cogs working that had once been paused before, finally clicked back into a steady pace. The ghost, the women—the first, clenched her incorporeal fists, finally rising from the cluster of forgotten blankets and familiar scents. She turned her gaze to the east where the sun rose reddened with new furor. The signs were there and they were not wrong.

Βασιλευς.” Turning once more to look over the disarray behind her,the spirit smiled sadly. Her  red-crested fingers carved lines and symbols deep into the wood just behind the bed—final words of lacking apologies, lacking farewells. Pandora left her home in an instant, traveling again through pools of depleting magics and flickering memories. She walked with new assurance to the darkened end and rushing off into the dark path ahead, till she stood in front of the futures’ ward, smiling at the forgotten son as she passed—a mere pawn in the game of kings. Eyes  blinking forward, she spoke. 

"And so Hypatos,” She stood suddenly beside him. “Have you come now to take this kingdom back?” 

Such brazenness did not impress nor startle one who had sired lines of heroes and ruled over the realm of the divine; Zeus did not rise from his seat, a makeshift throne of shining faux leather, nor show any physical reaction other than raising a single brow. The incorporeal and intangible were mysterious only to the mortals who could not comprehend their ethereal nature, and the king of Olympus would not be phased by the intruder. She had come as a messenger, risked his ire by coming here unannounced, so she had earned the right to be heard; he would make time for a herald that deemed themselves important enough to enter his new domain. 

Because that was the nature of her inquiry; what was the plan of Zeus for this false Olympus? How would he act in this realm not by gods nor titans nor humans, but someone—something that had existed before? 

"An interesting question…" murmured Zeus, taking a long sip from his glass of wine. "I have plans for this realm, yes. I would not enter this domain without forethought and consideration—there are forces here that even I must heed with caution. I have entered this place not to be contented by its false luxuries, as so many have, but to make changes—yes, to answer you, I will become king of this place if I deem it necessary. If I must be conqueror then so be it."

Zeus rose from his seat, the clouds above his mansion swirling into a tremulous tempest of darkened grey, adjusting the cuffs of his jacket and smirking thinly. 

"I have never hidden this—I have yet to be visited by the maker of this realm,but I can feel their presence permeating every aspect of their creation. So tell me, you curious creature, what do you think? Why have you come to the king of Olympus now, of all times, and ask him these things?" 

She neither cared for his ire, nor would she be moved by his judgement of worthiness. This messenger would speak whether given the permission or not and not even Zeus with all his fury and lightening bolts could stop her at this point. For what could really be taken of her? The ghost woman could only have laughed. She answered his cocked brow with her own. 

The woman tapped her fingers impatiently against the incorporeal skin of her forearm and frowned at Zeus’s vague answers and his assaulting questions. Her blue eyes flickered with trace amounts of the old power within echoed the swirling of the divine storm above. Age and fate had bred her nature in her second making, once under Hephaestus’s molding fingers and then again under her own at the edge’s Pithos rim.

"Curious?" She spoke mirthfully then. "I have always been curious, so the gods have willed me it seems." Her seemingly cheerful, yet sardonic demeanor faded quickly then.

The spirit flickered, remnants of blood magic following in her wake. Pandora turned her gaze toward a distant place, far beyond the manor and the mountains above. “I come to implore swift action, Ombrios.” A new storm brewed beneath her every word, her cunning voice calm with the rage of a thousand years collected into neat little lines. “This world—it is a theft. Do you not see? Even many of your children have been pulled into its grasp. They are his hostages. The primordial being moves like a villain, a thief in the night, pulling apart worlds, families, people.” 

Finally, her eyes cast themselves away from the outside, from the liar’s kingdom, and turned her gaze toward the King. “And still he works to undo your work: Atlas stands unburdened, Prometheus unpunished, and I—here I am but a shadow of what you made me. This is his doing, his insult. Khaos insults you.”