mythopoeics

My dogs came with me for that 'trip'. They adjust better to this BS than I do. Huh.

[Filter: Morgan]

I don't like the warnings of death. Watch yourself. We might come back, we might not. But death at the hands of a person like that Greek bother isn't the way for either of us to go.

Besides, it would be annoying to lose my little sister when I've gotten so used to you.

Right... So, is THis SuPPoseD to scare me? It's not. It's just irritating to read. And why do I have to be stronger against someone. I was am pretty damn strong already. Guess I have to do that wait and see thing.

This past week I found myself in jail. I pissed off the wrong people. I'm glad that's over. It was nothing I couldn't handle, but I still didn't enjoy the experience. It was interesting to note the differences.

[Angrboða, Hel, Jörmungandr, Sköll, Hati Hróðvitnisson]
I suck at these, but I've already contacted one of you, but I was thinking I'd better get in a hello to the others before I die again. So, hi. I'm Fenrir.

Has anyone seen an Odin or a Víðarr? I'll also take a Týr.

[ There were a great many things that Hel could tolerate, and things she couldn't. Of those things she couldn't tolerate, it was being treated less than her worth. She knew her worth. Apparently, her male classmates didn't. They treated her as if she didn't belong in school, as if her being a female aspiring to work in the field of science was akin to her having a strange disease.

More than once, she had nearly taken out their eyes with her scalpel, but somehow, somehow, she kept from doing so, lest someone cart her away to that mental asylum she was hearing about. But perhaps being in a mental asylum was better than this. There, at least, she would be safe from idiots who needed to be put in their place.

A queen of the underworld deserved so much better. ]

BECAUSE FUCKING MYSTERIOUS MESSAGES MAKE UP FOR ALL THE BULLSHIT CAUSED. Mine put a goddamn knife in my thigh. And there was never such a thing as happily ever after, assholes, so you're not telling me anything new. Everything always goes to hell.

In other news, I'm living elsewhere because my kitchen was also set on fire. FUCKING FAERIES.

[Filter: Family (myth & zurvan)]

I feel maybe it's time I mention something important in case I haven't. And I don't think I have. A child of mine from Zurvan came with me here. He remains mine and Ma'at's. So. I'm a father.

I don't think I need to say how incredibly new this is for me. Nephews and nieces are one thing. Knowing who and what I am makes this distracting. Not in a bad way, I think. Just distracting from the norm.

That's all.

[Filter: Charon]

I saw your post now. I had my hands full with Nikolaas and...well, yes.

You don't fuck it up by being someone other than yourself. Or so I've heard that's the best way to go. I don't know a thing about relationships other than what I've observed. And my marriage in Zurvan lasted because Ma'at's a patient woman.

His name is Garm.

[ filter; norse ]
This is Hel. Hello.

Niflheim should have been mine.

[ filter; grant ]
I think I would like a dog of my own. No, I'm certain.

[ filter; pyri ]
Hello.

There's something in my house and it's scratching at the doors and-

where is

mnemosyne? thanatos? hel? ma'at? pyriphlegethon?

anyone?

It occurred to me this morning after I got over waking up to spooning with Merlin that there's so much that I could say about what happened, or about the years of therapy I might need after finding some guy chained up in my basement (who would have scared the pants off me, had I been wearing any), but I'm not going to. I'm not even going to ask why there was some stranger in the basement -- like if this is some sort of kinky Fifty Shades of Grey thing do tell -- though I will toot my own horn by letting it be known that I freed him, because I'm awesome like that.

Instead, I'm just going to sum up everything with the following --



( cut for length and silliness )

[ filter; angrboda ]
Mother.

[ filter; cu sith ]
?

[ filter; zurvan family ]
Our time together has been good. I do not regret it.

[He'd been married. With daughters. It was the oddest of feelings but that's what had happened. Last time he recalled a sister but this time someone took things further. But there had been no mention of Khaos at all. Maybe he'd have to ask--

Oh. Oh wait.]

[Filter: Hypnos]

...I'm sorry I wasn't there to hold you as you went.

[Filter: Pasithea]

Where are you?

[Filter: Zurvan Family]

I need to leave for a while. Do...whatever you need to.

[ filter; fiance thing ]
I am ready to try again. But you will mind your hands this time.

I've suggested to my family a summer wedding.

There was a cat sleeping in my bed.

[ filter; family, except pyri ]
When would it be best to set the date? For the wedding.

( i was sinking, and now i'm sunk )

There was once an elderly man who lived with just his cat. His wife was no more, and their children had long since left the house. His cat was old, though not as old as him. They were companions, the best of friends.

One night, the cat went missing. The man searched for his friend, and unable to find him after hours of searching, he finally cried himself to sleep, worried that his cat had finally taken off after so many years. When he woke up, he searched again. He searched and searched, but the cat was nowhere to be found. For one more night, he cried himself to sleep.

When he'd wake up, he'd find his cat sitting next to him, but there was something different about him. The man didn't notice at first, but then he'd see the forked tail. Stunned, he reached out for his cat, but he dashed away. Feeling he'd been abandoned, as he'd never see the cat again, he lived his out lonely life in misery.

On the night he passed away from heartbreak, the forked-tail cat returned to lay down next to his owner, where he waited to die.

Sometimes I dream of retirement. But that's a dream that will never come until I'm dead.

[Filter: Family (in-laws included)]

There's a raccoon dog somewhere in the inn. The cook was sure she saw it stealing vegetables. I thought you should all know.


No, we many not keep it if found. In case that might be a question.

I hate July. Corpses start to stink much faster in July. Therefore, people should do their best not to die until winter, since that makes my life easier.

[Filter: Hel]

I told you stepmother to give you 'the talk'. Figured it was best she did it.

Once upon a time, there was a man who had a farm. He had many animals, but he mostly had sheep. He sold the sheep's fleece for money to keep his farm and his family going. He had two sons. Both of them loved the lambs, and played with them during the day. His wife didn't go out very much. She was very ill.

( cut for the rest of the story, but be assured, she wrote it all )

It seems like there are always whispers of discontent, but right now they seem louder than ever. I just want to remind everyone that it's often better to stop and take a breath and think things through before you do something completely rash.

And now I am going to take my children to the park.

[Filter: Charon]
Do you want to meet up with us when you're done with work?

Does anyone know any good bedtime stories??

[Filter: Hades]
You must be busy.

It's been louder than usual in here. I have been hearing interesting things.

If the mood gets any heavier in this inn, I might start to be afraid of talking out loud.

Though, understandable.

[One day earlier had marked an important moment in Hel's life. One minute she had been passing by a restaurant patio, when she'd heard those petty remarks she had grown so accustomed to in high school fly right behind her. Former classmates, she would discover upon turning around. They had been whores in school. They didn't dress any different now.

And without a word, her mother's reminder ringing in her ear, she strode over, took a fork off one of their plates, and stabbed it into the wood of the table mere millimeters from one of the girl's fingers. Just as silent as she'd come, she walked away, the sounds of shrieking following her with each step.]

I am not someone to be mocked. You don't mock me ever. You will treat the queen of the dead with respect.

[filter; grant]
??

[filter; angrboda]
Father is dead. Do you think he would go to Valhalla or Fólkvangr?

The pretty ones always have to go, don't they? Most of them anyway. I'll spare you what I think of some less than attractive souls. Did anyone else think the ginger kid's hair looked great in the sun though?

There are some of you I want to speak with, in time. That means you, angelic ones. Your names, they didn't escape me. However, I have no idea which one was which and that, brothers, is what I wanted to know. I figure we could use a break from being killed and played with.

What is really on my mind and what I'm writing this for is my curiosity about how the dead, if returned, will come back - physically. Will they be full of stab wounds and gutted? Will they be hospitalized for a while? Or patched up perfectly? I haven't been around nearly long enough to find out.

[Filter: Rosana]

Tell me you haven't caught any horrible disease and have croaked on me. What would I do without you? Who would invite me over for home-cooked meals and be lovely to me?

[She'd seen the list, knew who would battling for the most part. No, Loki's name did not pass her by but her lips tightened over the sight of that once comforting name. Angrboda did not release grudges as if they were nothing, allowing them to fester inside of her. This was who she had been long ago and remained.

Whether the same could be said of Loki...

No. She wouldn't entertain the name or person longer than she had. Her mind moved on to the other things, other people.]

So tomorrow begins a world of pain for more than just the gladiators.

[Filter: Blackwells]

If any of you fighting die, I will find a way to get you and make you hurt for it.

I could enjoy this a bit more if people weren't telling me I'm a gladiator.

But it's home.

I don't understand. Is this Rome?

[It had been on her mind for years, contacting her family. But she wasn't entirely sure how to go about getting in touch with them, because filtering on the community seemed so strange. She wasn't even sure they would be around. The idea of reaching out made her uncomfortable, as she was sure it would be for a long time.

She was happy enough with her siblings, as happy as she could be. In a way, going on without saying hello to her true family would be perfectly alright with her. There was no pressure in her family. But reaching out to her true family would be opening a whole new can of worms.

She'd stay quiet for the moment, content to curl up in the windowsill with Kira on the floor at her fingertips. This was her happy.]

Hello. My name is I'm I need

What's this place?