i’m sorry. the lack of muse is hurting me but i can’t help it. i might be back after all the finals. i miss artemis.
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@artaemida
i’m sorry. the lack of muse is hurting me but i can’t help it. i might be back after all the finals. i miss artemis.

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wis this real? did i really got 850 followers just now? please i can’t believe this and at this moment i don’t know what to say anymore but thank you, thank you all for following this bastard that gives me so much feels. thank you for being here and making this so especial for me. thank you for everything, the threads, the talks or just for being here. thank you really! you guys are amazing all of you. and i will love you until the end of times. i’m going to lay down and die and cry for now okay? okay thank you <3
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the giveaway will end at april 16.
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homer referred to her as “artemis of the wildland, mistress of animals”
wis this real? did i really got 850 followers just now? please i can’t believe this and at this moment i don’t know what to say anymore but thank you, thank you all for following this bastard that gives me so much feels. thank you for being here and making this so especial for me. thank you for everything, the threads, the talks or just for being here. thank you really! you guys are amazing all of you. and i will love you until the end of times. i’m going to lay down and die and cry for now okay? okay thank you <3
NOW FOR THE GIVEAWAY .:
the rules are simple.:
you need to be following me here.
you need to be a roleplay blog.
reblogs and likes count and you can reblog as many times as you want.
the giveaway will end at april 16.
the prices are.:
i will select 2 winners for the giveaway and so both of them will get a pack of 100 icons for an fc of their choicing and a promo.
the 3 winner will get a pack of 150 icons of a fc of their choicing.
promos.: x ; x ; x ; x .
Keep reading

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so the kingdoms of mouths of men can fall and be swept up into the air as ash and dust for all she cares just as long as she and her maidens can hunt as they please and hunt they do EITHER WAY
BOLD ANY FEARS WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE. ITALICIZE WHAT MAKES THEM UNCOMFORTABLE. PLEASE REPOST, DON’T REBLOG.
the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change.failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss.the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched.
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R U N , his instinct screamed. H I D E ! but the shock from seeing the goddess in the flesh held him prisoner where he stood. no… the mortal dared not move, dared not do so much as breathe. he had recognised her at first glance. without difficulty he would recognise her anywhere, no matter how much time had passed, no matter how much he wished to forget her. thanks to the years of hunting by the her side, he supposed, and the endless nightmares of hounds with her eyes gnawing down at his B O N E S.
theron’s heart started to pound arrhythmically at the memory of his death, and though her lips did not move, he could hear a ghostly echo of a voice he once revered to hear reciting words that warned of his doom if he were to S P E A K. why appear to him now? after all these years he had been… back? he carefully drew in a deep breath, scared to make any sound, and slowly unclenched his fists ( trembling H A N D S they still were — not hooves ). && with his eyes lowered, he signed, (( What are you doing here? ))
these eyes. she would’ve recognized them anywhere. these shiny HUES staring at her (staring, oh, if only he would not stare), expressing f e a r . so many years passed, so many lives away, once they were companions, hunting patrons one to the other --- now she looked at him with pity. maliciously. had he not learnt? had he forgotten what terrible faith met him due to his nerve to just LOOK? --- no, he hadn’t. he mustn’t have. in that case, she could remember him.
a corner of her lips curved upwards at the sight of the man in front of her. blanking a few times before speeaking, she took her time to observe him thoroughly. he is very much alike the hunter, she thought. he should be careful or somebody else might recognize him. a historian. a helenophil.
“ --- me ?” she asked, revealing her snow-white teeth. “am i supposed to avoid you?”
f o r g i v e them, FATHER, for they know not what they do.
indie athena. written by jess.

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emma louise.
I’m not rude, I’m honest about things you don’t want to hear.
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GREEK MYTHOLOGY: apollo.
In the Iliad, Apollo is the healer under the gods, but he is also the bringer of disease and death with his arrows, similar to the function of the terrible Vedic god of disease Rudra. He sends a terrible plague (λοιμός) to the Achaeans. The god who sends a disease can also prevent from it; therefore, when it stops, they make a purifying ceremony and offer him a hecatomb to ward off evil. When the oath of his priest appeases, they pray and with a song they call their own god, the beautiful Paean.
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Naevia → “Who is with you?” “Death.”
"I have come home."
“can you stop sounding so dramatic every time you enter that door like seriously, neighbours are going to think something’s wrong…” she complained as she heard him locking the door behind him, waltzing over to the corridor, holding a mug of coffee in her hand.

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Slavic Gods
you’re in love with a boy who is a prayer on your lips with no god to go to. he’s bleeding sunlight and you’re trying to patch up the holes in his heart with trembling fingers and the blood keeps spilling. you’re in love with him, here’s the best part: he loves you more than his own life. he’s golden as they come but he’s bleeding out. one day, someone will strike a match on him and he’ll explode. so, here’s the worst part: he loves you so much more than his own life.
love at the end of the world | m.j. (via fairytalesques)