okay, making it official: I have moved Persephone from this blog and over onto my multimuse, because I love her so much but her muse is quite… seasonal, and likes to come and go.
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okay, making it official: I have moved Persephone from this blog and over onto my multimuse, because I love her so much but her muse is quite… seasonal, and likes to come and go.

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okay, making it official: I have moved Persephone from this blog and over onto my multimuse, because I love her so much but her muse is quite… seasonal, and likes to come and go.
florence + the machine, s o u t h l o n d o n f o r e v e r
Charles Dickens ― Great Expectations
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🐝 * ― 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 𝑭𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑳𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. ( found family is one of my all time favorite tropes so i’ve decided to make these starters, including both fluff and angst. feel free to adjust to better fit your muses. )
❛ you’re like the family i wish i had. ❜ ❛ i trust you with my life. ❜ ❛ please don’t ever leave me. ❜ ❛ you’re the only person i have left! ❜ ❛ you’re more than just a friend to me. you’re family. ❜ ❛ i don’t want to be alone anymore. ❜ ❛ you’re the closest thing to a brother / sister i have. ❜ ❛ come on, give me a hug. ❜ ❛ i love you, [name]. ❜ ❛ you’re my favorite person in the whole world. ❜ ❛ thank you for always being there for me. ❜ ❛ this means more to me than you can imagine. ❜ ❛ i care about you and i will always care about you. ❜ ❛ you’re acting like my mom. ❜ ❛ shut up and let me comfort you. ❜ ❛ i’ve never been part of a group before. ❜ ❛ you have no idea just how important you are to me. ❜ ❛ i seriously regret letting you move in with me. ❜ ❛ can you just hold me for a while? ❜ ❛ i couldn’t ask for a better friend. ❜ ❛ is this what family is supposed to be like? ❜ ❛ i wish we had grown up together. ❜ ❛ it feels like you’ve always been part of my life. ❜ ❛ you know me better than anyone. ❜ ❛ just leave me alone, okay? ❜ ❛ this place is the closest thing to home i have. ❜ ❛ i’m so lucky i got to meet you. ❜ ❛ if you ask me, this whole ‘blood is thicker than water’ thing is nonsense. ❜ ❛ you’re making me feel a little less lonely. ❜ ❛ just face it, you’re stuck with me now ― whether you want to or not. ❜ ❛ i want to grow old with you. ❜ ❛ you’re the first person who has accepted me for who i am. ❜ ❛ i’ve finally found my people. ❜ ❛ will you still love me even if i tell you my secret? ❜ ❛ no matter what you do or say, i’m not leaving you. ❜ ❛ you don’t have to deal with this on you’re own. ❜ ❛ i want to help you, but you have to let me in. ❜ ❛ this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. ❜ ❛ i’m here fore you. today. tomorrow. every day for the rest of your life. ❜ ❛ if you need me, i’m just one call away. ❜
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Miscellanea /ˌmisəˈlānēə/ Noun Miscellaneous items, especially literary compositions, that have been collected together. ©
🐝 * ― 𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑵. reblog this post and give the person you reblogged it from a small compliment in the tags. just something sweet and simple that’ll hopefully bring a smile to their face.
@kallistcs: look I couldn't help myself. have a tiny!Adonis
"Mama, look! I got these for you!"
Someone's extremely proud of himself as he comes running into the room trailing mud after himself. Muddy footsteps, muddy all up to his knees and elbows, mud also liberally spattered everywhere else.
In his hands is a small bouquet of a couple ghostly pale plumes of reed and a whole bunch of marsh mallows, with some of the stems trailing down quite far as Adonis apparently got tired of trying to neatly snap only the flowering tips of the tall herb off.
"Thanatos told me there were flowers in the marshy areas," he adds, lowering his voice as if this is a great secret. "I found a spot behind the palace!"
At least he didn't go running off far..?
Persephone turns, her pleasant smile briefly replaced by surprise at the sight of the boy running into the inner chambers. It seems that little Adonis was there, somewhere beneath all of the mud and muck that clung to him. Fortunately for them both, she had never been particularly afraid of a little dirt now and then, and she lowers to her knees to better receive her darling boy.
"Oh, did he now?" Her own voice lowers to that same conspiratorial tone, laughter playing throughout. Careful hands take the bouquet, the reeds and mallows that he had so diligently plucked for her. Thanatos would be receiving an earful, no doubt, for encouraging the explorative boy to go out into the marshes alone. But, no harm done, it seemed.
"Well, what do you say we find a nice vase for these, and then get you all cleaned up, hm?"
unprompted

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it's important to me that people know you could pick Persephone a bouquet of weeds and she'd treasure it just as much as a bouquet of "proper" flowers
@anthcs: [[ flowers, please! c: ]]
Sweet girl with a smile like sunshine, there were all too many flowers that could suit her well. Still, there was one that immediately came to her mind when she thought on Katie, and with a small amount of focus, the green they stand amongst sprouts with tiny, butter yellow flowers.
"Ranunculus. Not the largest blooms, but resilient and determined. Shinin' like the summer sun." The goddess kneels, running fingers along the flowers with a smile. "I prefer the creeping buttercups to the more cultivated forms... an' I hope you won't be offended the flower I chose might be considered a weed by some."
send 💮 and my muse will tell you what flower makes them think of your muse!
@kallistcs: 💮(Adonis, of course!)
Oh, well. Wasn't that an obvious answer? Persephone breathes a chuckle, not speaking the name which he shares with those blood red blooms. Beautiful things though they were, and she did truly think of him when she saw them, it was a memory that she would rather not linger upon. No, she could think of something far more pleasant for her child, who beamed like the sun itself when he would see her.
"Sunflowers... Little Tiger Sunflowers. Just as bright and fiery as you."
send 💮 and my muse will tell you what flower makes them think of your muse!
@stygicniron: 💮
Skeleton flowers immediately came to mind, but it seemed a poor comparison to the boy. No, Nico was not so transparent and not nearly as fragile as those blooms. A finger taps thoughtfully against her cheek, before a smile returns to her face.
"...Lycoris radiata. Have you seen them? Beautiful, blood red flowers. Red spider lilies." She would grow them for the boy, but doubts if she could summon enough power to do so down below, and settles instead for sketching one out on a scrap of paper laying about her desk. "Beautiful. Toxic. People call them hurricane lilies, equinox lilies resurrection lilies, and even the corpse flower. Small, perhaps unassuming... but no less threatening."
send 💮 and my muse will tell you what flower makes them think of your muse!
send 💮 and my muse will tell you what flower makes them think of your muse!
alternatively: send “flowers please!” if the symbol won’t show

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so the brainrot is real but the multi is finally finished setting up so you can find my random assortment of children including a couple of my original characters shh over here
n i c o :
He tugs at his ear, not meeting the goddess’s eyes. Nico feels trapped, not literally trapped even though he is visiting the goddess of spring in the Underworld, but still trapped. He knows what his father wants him to do, knows who his father wants him to be, and as much as the aching desire gnaws at his chest, poking and prodding him to do as his father says, he can’t find it in himself to follow his father’s wishes.
But he would be happier following the path set before him, right? If he does as he is expected to, he could find some joy in that, right? There could still be adventures. Somehow.
“I… I don’t think I’m going to do what anyone wants me to do,” he says finally, eyes darting to glance at Hades’s throne room before returning to studying his hands. Well, not necessarily ‘anyone’ but someone in particular.
Nico is quiet, and yet he speaks volumes in his silence. Her attentive eye does not miss the anxious nature of his movements, the way his eyes move about the room to the source of such nervousness. Her chin moves to rest against her hand as she observes, listens to what he says and does not say.
Finally, a wry smile touches to her lips again, and Persephone makes a loose motion with her hands -- as though to say oh, is that all?
"Then, I suppose perhaps you really are my son." Did he expect chastising from her for such a thing? Were she to guess, she would wager that it was exactly the opposite. Perhaps he wanted someone who would not try to talk him down any one path. "Now, you listen to me -- ain't no one out there who can tell you what the right path to go down is, Nico. The only thing you can listen to is what your heart tells you. S'what I did, and I think it turned out alright for me."
It wasn't so simple for demigods, perhaps. But it's what she has to offer. "If you're worried about your father... would be awfully hypocritical of him to go scolding you over the kinds of things he'd do."