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---- HOLY SHIT IT’S SUMMER ? Where the ice cream at ?

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OOC - so everyone knows I'm not dead yet. I'm actually working on the about pages ( they're seriously outdated by this point ), finding musings but not queuing that yet, & clearing the ask box. A lot of old asks will simply be deleted & I'm super sorry, if you sent one & it never got answered </3
It's a first small step towards being active again, so expect little random scattered shit posts from time-to-time. Have an Ephi.
|| mahotoai ||
“… We can light orange and black lanterns.” Pan is judging his adopted son so hard right now, it is unfathomable.
---- NO LANTERNS, ONLY CANDIES. What part of halloween candies could be misunderstood as hey let’s light shit on fire ?
<< N-o, I w-w-wanted candies, b-but I’m t-t-t-too late for t-t-them. Stores are already full of Christmas shit. >>
|| mahotoai ||
“Did you get lost again or are you just swearing at the sun child that we both despise?”
---- HIM, LOST ? FAR MORE UNLIKELY than him going around talking shit about Apollo, yet neither of these proved to be the reason behind his potty mouth. It was far worse, even, as Epiphon muttered under his breath,
<< I m-missed all t-t-t-the Halloween candies. >>
<< G-god d-damn it, you fucking p-piece of shit, you cockadoodle p-piece of absolute fucking g-garbage, fuckward m-me sideways right in t-t-the ass, I fucking w-want t-t-to shove you in a spacesuit and kick you t-t-to t-t-the fucking sun. >>
UH-OH.

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|| mahotoa i||
The words are enough to have her heart fluttering like a butterfly finding its perfect flower to land on and rest, and there is no one stopping her from the very public display of affection before them. In fact, the villagers seem very much pleased with it. Finally, the Redbloom would stop sulking as they called it. “If I could march to the Underworld and demand it so, I would have you home all the time!” That much was known to be true, and she had said it many times before, but it had to be said many times after – she missed and loved him dearly enough to let him go for centuries at a time if it took only to make the return all the more sweeter.
Pulling back, she is light enough to lay part of herself across his chest. Her hands meet his cheeks and her forehead to his. “Did they treat you well? Did you get enough to eat? I bet they did not even give you an ounce of gingerbread! And! Your daughter has been missing you so! I fear she may not come out of the woods this time!” There was a tad bit of drama in her voice, but she knew Thalassa would always return home just as Ephi did – but first, gingerbread, some affection, and to get her daughter home with news that her dearly beloved father was home at last!
---- IF HE HAD EVEN THE SMALLEST DROP OF AUTHORITY over his parents, he too would demand for them to stop treating him like a child. Without taking into account that they trusted him to rule a whole domain, with his soul spread thin between the edges of an ice-covered land, and that he couldn’t remove it without a whole portion of his birth realm falling apart. Power came with its price and an obvious solitude, that he was more than happy to finally break free of. A soft blue colored his eyes at his beloved’s questions, and he nods, he nods again even if the answer is no, they did not feed him gingerbread ( but they fed him plenty of meat ), he nods simply because he’s grateful to be there with her.
HIS parents did treat him well, still, they always do, and so at least that one nod is genuine. Tilting his head, Epiphron closed the distance between them, locking their lips in a soft kiss --and just as softly pulling away, knowing to not push his luck too much when he had not asked beforehand.
<< I’m g-glad t-t-to see you are as animated as ever, glykia mou. How have you b-b-been ? I left such a fucking hurry, and d-didn’t have m-much of a chance t-t-t-to g-give you n-news, I’m sorry. >>
@mahotoai they’re just so sweet
<< My love, my love, my love--- >>
TWO words he repeats under his breath, in a laugh and with a smile, letting them roll on his tongue like a prayer finally answered. Words that spilled from the lips of awestruck gods, that sang a melody alongside the beating hearts of deities, that overwhelmed them as they wrapped arms around the precious existence of their most cherished ones --that overflow from a daimon in the form of tears, as he feels Sakura’s warmth against his chest, his hands, his neck, his gills. He laughs, and he can’t help but cry as the emptiness of her absence is finally filled by the sound of her voice and her familiar weight in his arms.
HE does not try to stand firm on his feet under the impact of her eager display of affection ( even if he could ), more than he allows her love to knock him down. In a better position for him to bury his face in the perfect red of her hair, taking in her smell ( gingerbread, sugar, cherries, the misty but unmistakable scent of the forest, the scent of home ), and Epiphron, for once, refuses to hide his emotions.
<< I m-m-missed you, oh, I m-m-missed you so m-much. I t-t-t-thought t-t-they’d n-never let m-me g-g-go ! >>
NOT exactly true, but a bit of exaggeration has never hurt him.
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So i'm not gonna go into details, but RL kicked me in the shins a lot in the last few months (no one's sick tho), & alongside Tumblr being downright dysfunctional (it still is), it kind of took a toll on my will to write. So here's the latest news:
-If you want to move threads over to discord, hmu so we can discuss it. I'm not lightning fast on it, but I will try to get to discord replies at less of a snail pace. I don't format at all on discord, but I rarely do multi-paragraphs RPs either, unless there's extensive plotting first. If we're already RPing on discord or have talked about it, I will get to our threads & back to plotting with you, I've just been..... slow
-If you'd rather stick to Tumblr with me & my muses, pls be patient with me. I will do my best to empty my ask box & queue replies & musings to keep the blog alive, but keep in mind Tumblr keeps going apeshit feral on me, like eating asks, deleting drafts, or refusing to let me format stuff. If I write on Tumblr, I do want some formatting (even if it's just using my icons). Also important: the first post of every thread is still clinging to my every posts, so if you write me a starter, I love you, I will have to move my reply to a new thread to write with you!!!
That is all for now. I'm looking forward to writing again with you guys. Don't forget to give Ephi some gingerbread!
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|| indulgentia ||
The radiance of the small pale silhouette seemed to almost disappear in the darkness of the workshop, surrounded by pieces and more pieces of shiny metal pilling up: parts that resembled armor, molds and even small tools with formats rather curious and far too strange to not arouse suspicion. However, the most noteworthy thing, in fact, was the immense collection of black stains that spread across not only the tables and metal pieces, but also the clothes and the pale white skin. Stains that would certainly not come out with a simple wash. But the King, now without his crown and not looking that much different than a simple blacksmith, seemed to care very little, focused on his work with a rather jovial enthusiasm while putting together each piece. So focused that the poised speech of his acquaintance almost made him drop whatever was in his hands, in a rather perceptible flinch.
❛❛ Y-You are quite sneaky aren’t you? ❜❜ Enough composure was managed to feign indifference, while the delicate face turned towards his newly made associate. How can someone so damn tall move so silently? Of course, His Majesty knew what was at stake at the moment, so he couldn’t just disrespect it or treat his guest with impoliteness. If he owed him any gratitude, he would only know later. ❛❛ There is no time to waste with these trivialities, when there’s so much to do… ❜❜ Tone sounds somewhat playful, but the words are serious. To clean? Now that he is so close? It’s time to show the reason of his insistence after all. ❛❛ I can clean up later. But now, why don’t you see the results for yourself? ❜❜ Replied he, tone soft as both his hands lifted a metal ball from which small white insect-like wings popped out, as if offering it to the Daimon. If he inspected closely enough he would be able to see the dark matter moving inside before the tiny wings start flapping
---- SNEAKY, HIM ? Of all creatures that would dwell on these lands, Below Earth, and in celestial realms above, Epiphron would not have considered himself sneaky. Silent, maybe, able to move without alerting others of his presence, prudent, but definitely not the kind of person to sneak on others --and absolutely not the guy who believed a clean environment was a triviality, of all things. The black blotches covering the King’s clothes reminded him of the blood that would stain even the most pristine of Nymphs’ soul if she so much as got too close to Tartarus. Deadly, of ill omen, corrupting even what should have been pure and untouched by hellish laws, although one could safely ( perhaps even rightfully ) argue that this monarch was far from being out of turpitude’s reach.
TAKING a step further in the workshop, the daimon‘s hand fluttered above metal for a brief instant, before retracting to his side as if the air itself had pushed him away. He had agreed to help and he was here just for that, but the fall of a man still was quite a pitiful show.
<< W-where d-d-did you find t-t-those w-wings ? >>
BRUSHING asides the remark about being sneaky and about how tidying was a waste of time, to instead lean forward, as a luminous teal brightened his right eye. How interesting, had the Kind replicated these wings from scratch, or had he pieced apart some poor unfortunate butterfly ? Was the answer to that question one he truly wished to hear ?
WHY yes, yes he did. Long fingers brushed against the side of the ball, the constellations burnt in his flesh a radiant glow in the half-light of the room. Epiphron felt like picking the peculiar object, to hold it higher and get a better view, but he chose instead to ask one more question in a pensive whisper,
<< Is t-t-the d-dark m-matter reacting t-t-to you ? I’m sorry for p-poking m-my n-nose in your b-business, except you’ve n-neglected t-t-to fill m-me in, t-t-these last few d-days. Aren’t I here to help you ? >>
SOFT honeyed words, as the teal of his right eye lazily trickled down to his left eye. Stare bright, piercing the shadows, the ghost of a smile on his lips, the daimon tilted his head.
WAITING.

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---- A week ! A full week ! An entire week since his beloved had celebrated her birthday, and they had not allowed him to show up long enough to give her his blessing, nor even send some wishes hastily scribbled down in a card. They being his parents, for a thoroughly unwanted change of pace, which not only meant he had missed his wife’s special day, but had even been robbed of the pleasure of cussing out the Sun for being a selfish, self-entitled asshole that did not care about romance. From all points of view and perspectives, Night and Darkness didn’t really spare a second thought, leaving him to champ at every little bits of time that went by.
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---- CRIES BECAUSE HE’S HUNGRY. He’s already eaten all his Valentine’s Day chocolate.