mythopoeics

[ filter; iriyian soldiers & high-ranks ]
There is no forgiveness for anyone who has wronged us as we've been wronged. War once was simply an option, but now it's become our only solution. We will show no mercy to those who would not return the same courtesy.

[ filter; hera and lilith ]
We'll be in Iriy by tomorrow morning. How has Iriy fared in our absence?

[ filter; ares ]
I'm returning with the Czar in the morning.

[ filter; angrboda ]
Behaving?

[ filter; helen ]
One year, Helen.

[ filter; menelaus, aphrodite & aeneas ]
I have a confession to make.

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.

[Filter: Private]

Dear self,

You are not allowed to even think about whacking children with a melon baller when they first ask for something to eat and then decide what you're making isn't good enough. You are not allowed to pretend you opted to remain childless because that's a bit cruel. And you are not allowed to whine back at children who will likely repeat that Mommy whined to anyone at the most inconvenient of moments.

Namely when the wrong ladies are over for gossip. Fudge. Plus side, my feet are trying to love me and most of my shoes still fit. Not really a minus but I also feel
No, I'm not writing that down.

[Filter: Public]

No one is allowed to blame me but I believe the ice cream maker is broken.

But Mary tried to give me a foot massage today and I nearly died from the cute. ♥

[ filter; private ]
Not a bad catch, self.

[ filter; dearest family ]
I can't speak for Tez, but coming home soon. At some point.

who in the fuck makes letter openers so sharp

unless this wasn't





GABRIEL WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS KNIFE DOING HERE