mythopoeics

I remember once, when I was a kid, thinking it'd be real cool to have a dinosaur for a pet. Well, if I could go back in time and slap myself for thinking that I totally would. If only younger me had known dinosaurs are dicks, she'd have never thought that.

If I don't make it someone better put 'fuck dinosaurs' on my tombstone.

[ filter; agravaine ]
You better not die.

[ filter; týr ]
If we survive this I'll give you my mama's number. Just don't mention you got it from me.

[ filter; menelaus ]
I wish I could live with you. I wish I could abandon the life I have now, take my dogs and come live with you. But I can't. And I'd sound like a crazy person if I tried to explain why. They'd never let me. I know I'd be happier living with you. I just want to be happy.

[ filter; public ]
I want to care about some psychotic goddess who can't type properly, but I won't. The people I love will protect me. And we've always come back. If she wants me to shake in fear, it's not going to happen. I have other things to worry about. Like my brother being in jail.

[It had been a few days since Pheme had spoken with Týr, and during that time she'd been uncharacteristically silent. She hadn't been responding to any emails, IM's, or texts, regardless of who sent them, and she wasn't even baiting Charlie or Agravaine as per usual. No, all she was doing was thinking.

About him.

In a whole new light.

A more... paternal light.

She had found her father. Finally.

...and all things considered, she wasn't sure what to do about that.]

[ filter; agravaine ]
I found my dad. His name matches and he knew my mom's name. He admitted that publicly. What do I do? Do I say something? What if he hates me? What if he tries to take me from yo... Damnit!

I'm the fucking goddess of getting all up in peoples' business, but this is my business, and yours!

[ filter; public ]
I really, really hate when I know something juicy -- like, life-changing even -- but it could affect people I care about a lot so I don't wanna say anything... even if it goes against who I am to keep the secret.

How do you people deal with that?

These dresses are annoying. Everything about this wardrobe is annoying. I have to wear little frilly socks and shoes that look like they belong on a doll. I'm being forced to dress like I belong on someone's shelf. My parents are like drones out of The Stepford Wives.

Cara, can I come stay with you for a while? I know your uncle isn't acting like a freaky robot.

[ filter; family, zurvan included ]
Are any of you in the loony bin? Say no.

Caradoc Leigh Boudreaux (aka Pheme) - 1, Establishment (aka The Man) - 0

I successfully lobbied against the father/daughter and mother/son dance school wanted to have by pointing out how exclusionary (yay for online thesauruses) it was to those of us who ain't got those parents, and I even got an apology from the Headmaster. They're still having a dance, but now we can bring whatever relative we want. So, uncle CuCu-kachoo, you wanna come to a school dance next Friday night with me?

Otherwise, fuck those fairies. They were little jerks! Mine erased hours of blackmail material on half my classmates and hid my USB drive with last season's Once Upon a Time on it, and I need that for my Jefferson fix! Say what you will about the show, but SebStan is smokin' hot. Plus, she renamed half my computer files so I couldn't find my password folder for my Tumblr or my Facebook. Rude.

Anyway, I'm glad that's all over.

You guys, you know what Tumblr reminded me of this morning? IT'S THORSDAY! We should celebrate, Asgardian-style, right Thor?

( gifs, cut for f-list )

In other news, I got tickets to the One Direction show on December 3rd! Denver, we're totes going! Well, if we can find an adult to take us. I can't wait, it'll be faboosh! I'm gonna tell Louie I lurve him, and then he'll give me a hug and tell me I'm pretty! Yay!

[She'd fallen very quiet upon seeing the filter from her father. So quiet that Mattie had abandoned her bone to rest her head upon her lap, curious as to why her owner was so silent. Struck still, Hermione hadn't even stroked her head.

What was there to say to someone who wouldn't understand? Someone who could never be able to sympathize with her past? Certainly worse things could have happened, but it was a life she never wished to repeat. The memories left a bad taste in her mouth. Her mother being taken, her father leaving, her mother forgetting her. And with those memories came her marriage to Neoptolemus. Her love for Orestes. Every thought was like pricking her fingertips over and over, but not enough to bleed. Just enough to hurt.

Her first conversation with Helen had been awkward. There was no doubt in her mind that her father was far easier to get along with, but despite her uneasiness, her hatred for all that had happened, she'd been happy. Glad, even, that her mother could give her the time of day. Every subsequent conversation was golden.

Could her father truly not understand how she could take that over school? For her mother to finally be paying attention to her -- it elated her. It had been so easy to forget about classes and focus on being with her mother for an extended period of time. Hermione, in truth, was a selfish little girl, but was it selfish when it was for something you deserved? Something you should have been granted from the beginning: love and attention?

Fuck school. There was no turning back.]

[Filter: Hermione + Helen]

So when we were you going to tell me you planned on skipping school to go on vacation with your mother and uncles?

Read this also as my telling you it's a bad idea and you shouldn't do it. Pulling you out of school to go on vacation isn't help while you're settling back into a more normal routine. And you'll miss classwork that will pile on you later. Yes, I'm saying this as your father even if I haven't got any legal right to do much.

Your mother is included in this filter because I'm going to be fair and not bribe you with any ponies.

[Filter: Hermione]

Clearly, I would bribe you with maybe a lop rabbit first.

And this couldn't have continued into school because?

[ filter; pheme ]
Movies at my place tomorrow? Since it's our last day of real freedom. We're behind on hangouts, and I think I owe you about ten hugs.

[Filter: Zurvan family + Raven]

Not saying I like what the kids did but going to try to be more sane for a moment. So. What do we do now?


Oh. For the record, being related to Aphrodite is up there on my list of top ten 'DO NOT WANT EVER AGAIN'. Sorry, Aeneas. Just getting that out of the way.

[Filter: Hermione]

Honey?

[Filter: Helen]

Know who you are by now?

[Hector]

I'd like my ring now~

[Hermione]

You little ungrateful brat that was trying to hide from me- Hello, darling.

[ filter; selene ]
Will you come brush my hair? Please?

[ filter; theseus, polyxena, selene, eve, odr & lilith]
She'll come back Can you tell her to I don't want

I love you. I just wanted to say.

[ filter; troilus ]
Please come back in one piece

[Filter: Family (siblings, in-laws, cousins, etc)]

Polyxena and I are very happy to announce that we will be parents within a few months. And, really, is there anything more than needs to be said?

Brothers of mine~ visit soon and adore your sister-in-law. Euterpe, tell Reed for me. ♥

[Filter: Private]

The war...is going to be a problem. This was too soon.

[ filter; private ]
going to be an aunt going to be an aunt

[ filter; selene & lilith ]
Do you know Are both of you too busy for dinner today?

[Filter: Hera]

Mother?

[Filter: Hermione]

I'm afraid we might have to delay the trip a little, something came up. I promise to explain soon, please forgive me, sister?

[Filter: Troilus]

Are you busy?

Nothing says 'today's not your day' like bad weather at sea.

[Filter: Family]

Girls, make some time for your family this weekend. I'd like to see both of you at leas for dinner. Your mother and I would appreciate it, especially if your mother has the time.

Wife of mine, I hope you can make it as well. If you can't be, don't worry. I'll stay up for you. ♥

Siblings, you're more than welcome to join us. Please.

I've been enjoying my job lately, the family who I nanny for has two lovely children who both have been rather enthusiastic about the games I've introduced them to. The boy is at that age where he enjoys seeing the soldiers, and has spent more than a few hours telling me all about how one day he'll be one of them. The girl just wants to be a princess.

At least the weather has been nice, for what it's worth.

[Filter: Gawain]

Gawain, you have been quiet. No letters, no visits, is everything alright?

[Filter: Public]

I awoke this morning so nauseous and went back to bed- it is not certain yet, but perhaps... I can wait.

Summer never reaches Iriy, the wind still has a sharp bite to it.

[filter; dearest parents]
I know you're fully-grown adults who Nevermind

[filter; public]
I would be very okay with winter not coming.

Theseus...someone left the butter on the counter again...oh wait. That might have been me. Nevermind

I think I finally found the right fabric for these curtains. I have a visit to make I tested quite a few before I found it, though. I might have made a mess...

[The following is visible for a short period of time, from around 1AM to 8AM, as she later gets up and realizes that drunk!posts are ridiculous and damaging to her image. She's never been known to make good decisions while inebriated -- not that she can actually remember Dionysus and his date rape at this point in time.

Yet that she got this drunk in the first place is a point of wonder. There can be no doubt that the events of the day (or, to the more particular, the day before) have shaken her to the core.]

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[filter; helen]
If she hates me, I'm telling you I told you so. Hi.

[Filter: Helen]

You know I love you more than words could ever say, don't you? Thanks. For being here. I will make it up to you. Starting with getting some proper food for you delivered in here. And we'll take a trip, ok? I swear to whatever God there is I'll make you feel loved cared for beyond reason and that's only the goddamn tip of things.

You are a good wife, Helen. In your own way, you are a good wife.


Can you get me more pudding?

[Filter: Hermione]

I think you need to speak with your mother at last, darling. After everything that's happened, life's way too messed up for you to be scared of meeting with her.

[Filter: Public]

Sorry if I scared any folks. Should be all good soon.

So, funny story -- I got called into the guidance counselors office, and he was all "Caradoc, your attendance record is atrocious, and even though your grades are within the awesomest percentile, we're thinking about holding you back." So I was all, "Bitch, you don't know me, you don't know my life! I come from the mean streets of Acadia Parish, and I don't need this bullshiz! Peace out, homeslice!" then I pulled out some pictures of him being all creepy peeping on the cheerleaders, gave him the look, and he closed his folder and said I get to go on and become a sophomore, yay!

I left, but before I did, I walked over to his table, and I flipped that bitch. 'Cause people gotta know, you don't try getting all intimidating on Caradoc Leigh Boudreaux without some collateral damage. And then I got some cookies, before lunch. That's right, I'm bad like that.

Now I just gotta con someone into taking me to visit Uncle JuJu, and all will be right in my world~

[filter; menelaus]
... Daddy?

[filter; euterpe]
Are you okay?

[filter; hera]
Please Don't leave me now that we're not in Rome. Please.

[filter; public]
I don't ever want to leave home again.

[filter; menelaus]
Don't lose.

[filter; euterpe]
I'm going to cheer for you, okay? You can do it, I know you can.

[When Euterpe dreamed, her dreams had a soundtrack. Music was that much a part of her life, and nothing -- not even Khaos herself -- could seem to change that about her. This time, this place, it was no different -- as she slept a song filled her head like it did every morning, except this time it was chosen by the events around her.

Like it or not, Euterpe was nervous. Sure, Merlin said he'd buy her, but that still meant she'd have to fight. And as a muse, she wasn't much of a fighter. What she needed right now was some good, old-fashioned inspiration -- as a muse she inspired others, but nothing said that couldn't work on herself as well -- and amusingly enough her subconscious must have known that. Why else would she wake up with the training sequence from Mulan stuck in her head, song and all? Clearly, these were words to take to heart, and if anyone noticed Euterpe's training improving little by little and her singing under her breath, then more power to them.]

New training philosophy;

We must be swift as a coursing river,
With all the force of a great typhoon,
With all the strength of a raging fire --
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon...

[filter; apollo, artemis, gabriel, leviathan] [ooc; she goes by the name 'lena' since she does not know who she is yet /o/]

I would like to get to know my current set of siblings. And so many of you there are~ It appears I am fated to be part of large broods.

[filter; hermione] [who shall henceforth be included in all filters pertaining to hera's progeny.]

My darling. Accompany your mother to the baths?

[filter; pat
[filter; drake]

Are you all right?

[filter; blackwells + chiara]

Is everyone safe? Are any of you - I can't even write it

...I am pretty sure we all have paper journals again and that we aren't in NYC anymore. I am also pretty sure I should be wearing more than I am because I did not go to bed in a...subligaria.

Someone tell me I'm dreaming. Or that I'm not. Because this can't be Zurvan and it feels like Rome. I remember who I am. I know who I am. ...and I have a daughter. I know that. One blood-related to me and she's



Fuck it all, it's another game.

[Filter: Helen]

[Filter: Hera]
Could we do lunch again sometime?

[Filter: Menelaus, visible to Pheme]
Blueberry pancakes, remember.

[Filter: Public]
I don't want to do that again.

[For Pheme, waking up on the morning of the 25th to discover that she had the abilities of her goddess self back was like a dream come true. The wings were fun, but what she was really thrilled about was the fact that she could hear everything. No matter which way she turned her head, the conversations of everyone around her could be heard as though they were sitting in her bedroom telling her these things herself. Once she walked outside, her wings disappeared along with her stellar hearing, but that didn't bother her since she knew that once she got home she'd be her old self again.

By the time Saturday morning rolled around, she'd had enough. Switching on the voice function on her computer, a very tired-sounding Pheme took to the airwaves.]

Okay, seriously? Y'all need to shut the fuck up. I'm so sick and tired of hearin' everythin'. It was fun at first, but now I just wanna sleep....

[Cornered. Confused. That was how Hermione felt when she'd woken up that morning with her real parents sitting on either sides of her bed. She'd slithered off the mattress, but was at a loss for words as her mother began rooting through her closet for clothes ("This would look lovely on you, darling~") and her father began stuffing her books into her backpack. All the while she stood there in pajamas, confused out of her mind. What the hell was happening?

Hermione actually looked forward to school to get away from the pod parents in her bedroom. Upon returning home, however, she learned they were still there, and that her other parents hadn't come home yet. She dropped her backpack and darted into her room, locking the door behind her. Their voices and polite knocks came through it. "I'll help you with your homework, honey"s and "How was your day at school, my dove?"s, too.

The little blonde collapsed onto her bed, wondering if she'd be able to face the parents she always wanted but never had.]

[When he's woken that morning, Helen had been in his bed, smiling at him. Menelaus could appreciate this and rolled over immediately to take advantage of her presence. And then he noticed she was pregnant. After freaking out, accusing her of cheating on him and then realizing there was no way she could that pregnant all of a sudden, he calmed and went to make himself a drink.

His little venture out of his bedroom had him come across his brother, his true older brother who clapped him on the back and told him he made him proud. A quiet and repentant Clytemnestra followed him. In his living room he found a Paris, looking less than healthy and quick to babble out apologies. Finally, in his kitchen, there was Aphrodite, scrubbing his floor and also swift to inform him she wanted to make up to him for taking his wife. At the table was Hermione but not fourteen and lovely in a girlish way. She was older and resembled her mother (but not perfectly, he saw himself in her as well). Strikingly beautiful, she had only smiles for him and was daddy's little girl. Not to be married off in haste, she said.

About then, he heard some soft noises from other rooms, indicating that others were around. Menelaus understood well enough it was a game but...maybe he could live with this.]

[Filter: Hermione]

You ok? Something is going on again.

[Filter: Helen]
[Filter: Private]

...I don't know if I want her to see this.

I dislike California. Not one map seems to fit the area properly.

It would appear I give my classmates far too much credit.

[Filter: Leukothoe]

I trust you are well?

[filter; mother]

[filter; pheme]
So best friends are supposed to tell each other everything.

[filter; menelaus]
I'm sorry I didn't want to tell you. I'm sorry it's hard for me. You walked out on me before, so what's to stop you from walking out again? The both of you left me behind like I meant nothing. You didn't even visit until after the war was over, and by then I barely recognized either of you. And then you didn't even kill Andromache for me, when that was the one thing you could've done to win me back. But I thought I was going to lose you in this maze, and then I was

Don't hold it against me. I'm ready for that breakfast. Saturday?

[filter; public]
Have you ever been checked out in the locker room by someone of the same gender? That was me today. I hate gym class.

So after my Easter plans nearly came under threat, I managed. Somehow. Lord above, I don't want to go through that again. At least I had my clothes ready to go.

One of my wee cousins from Daddy's side told me to wait for him. I just died from the adorable. But tell me, what happens to boys between then and adulthood? Don't get me wrong, I know fantastic men but they are in the minority.

Anyway. ...I should plan some advertisements for the shop. Flowers don't go and sell themselves. ...usually.

[Filter: Ed]

Is this place giving you a lot to think about?

Is it too much to ask for someone sane

[Filter: Katie]

Your father

[Filter: Denver]

I'm so sorry for leaving you alone, honey. Are you okay?

[Filter: Drake]

Let's go for drinks. If you mention anything remotely related to a previous life, I will dump any and all contents over your head.

( There is a castle on a cloud. )

Helen of Troy has yet to learn how not to be taken. But part of me thinks she enjoys it.

Today's been good so far. By the way, have any of you noticed there are two sides to the maze? Because there are. I was so hoping one of you might say something about it but perhaps I was putting too much hope into the matter.

[Pheme wasn't too weirded out to find herself in the maze armed with only a pocket knife and a compass. In fact, minus the lack of mosquitoes, it reminded her a lot of being a kid growing up in the bayou and going frog gigging with some scissors tied to a stick. She was making the most of it, practicing her survival skills and doing pretty damn well as far as she thought, when someone decided to change her fortunes.

She'd climbed up a tree in order to get some fruit, and was relaxing on a large limb when they first appeared. She had no idea who 'they' were, except they seemed pissed (maybe this was their tree?) and were coming right for her. Jumping out of her perch in the foliage, she began to run as fast as she could, but she could tell they were right behind her. Thinking quick, she half-turned, throwing her little knife as hard as she could before diving around a corner and looking for a place to hide.

A convenient hollow in a tree seemed like the perfect place, and she squeezed herself in there prepared to wait until whoever was chasing after her gave up. A few hours later, once she was sure the coast was clear, she pulled out her phone and shakily typed up a message.]

Anyone know where I can get a new pocket knife? I threw mine at these lady-things who thought it would be fun to chase me down, and now I don't got one. Hope I don't end up needing that...

Oh yeah, my compass says I'm west, who all is in this area, anyway?

[Hermione had been fortunate enough not to wake up in her jammies, having been working diligently on an assignment that was due the coming day. Of course, there'd be no getting to that, no school to speak of as she opened her eyes to see the open sky. She was alone, uncomfortable, and some animal skittered past her feet upon sitting up.

But she was too full of pride to ask for help.]

I woke up on rocks. Not on the grass two feet away -- the rocks.

I love how this time of year the school starts planning all sorts of dances! People get so cray-cray about asking someone, and offended if they're asked by the wrong person or turned down. Even better, they all talk about these things where they think nobody's listening, which makes for some awesome looks of shock when it all turns up in the Pheme Periodical Underground News for everyone to see. I love my life.

Ugh, I need a dress. And a date. Sadly, none of the guys in my grade are remotely interesting enough for me to consider, but I guess I'll have to settle for someone. Denver, you want to go stag with me? We can dance around and laugh at everyone. It'll be funsies, promise!

[Marlene had a knack for being first when it came to good wishes. She'd called at midnight yesterday to wish him a happy thirty-fourth birthday and then told him she'd make is favourite cake when he was in Texas again.

It was sorely tempting. The rest of the day had been spent quietly enough, taking care of business and looking for a new car. He'd never properly replaced the one that had been wrecked the year before, feeling unsatisfied with a couple. At least he still had Helen. And the Helen she was named after.]

I can't wait for this month to be over. It'll really feel like life's back in order, then.

Also, Percival, we should go back home a while. For Easter or something.

Some of you will be thrilled to know I got an A on my paper. My teacher said it was well-researched and made him feel like he was actually there, so thank you brilliant sources. He also seemed to appreciate the banana that my phone turned into when he nearly caught me texting in class. I don't feel at all bad that I watched him eat it just because I was curious as to how it would taste. Would it have a slightly metallic aftertaste? The world may never know.

By the way uncle, I need you to take me by the Verizon store tomorrow so I can get a new one, since without my phone I just might succumb to a terrible depression that could only be cured by getting me an adorable puppy. I am nothing if not persistent.

I really would like to know why stuff keeps turning into bananas, or in one rare case my flash cards for algebra turned into playing cards, but whatever. So long as it doesn't bring down my GPA.

I'm trying to do an art project, and my charcoal keeps turning into feathers. What am I supposed to do with feathers?

[filter; private]
Dear mother, I'm doing an art project of your face. You'll never see it like you'll never see this, but I have to write it. Do you even care that I still love you? That I still try?

This is how I remember your face from my childhood. May you never see it.

[Filter: Private]

Mr. L filed for divorce from his wife, Mrs. L. She found this to be devastating until she realized he was leaving her for his secretary. His buxom, raven-haired secretary that could have given my mother a run for her money.

Mortal and hell queen.

Mrs. L, then, was convinced to participate in a fetish club to vent but no one will be able to prove I had anything to do with that. She and the Man in the Latex Suit are fighting together against her soon-to-be ex for the apartment.

The Man in the Latex Suit's a judge with influence. It should be over soon.

[Filter: Public]

Who wants ice cream? :) My treat. ♥


Wait, I don't think I know any of you. ATTEND TO THIS IMMEDIATELY!

[It had taken Hermione some days to come to the point where she even wanted to think about her parents. Menelaus, the man she'd met in the streets. Helen, the queen of Ilium. But no, they were themselves now. Now she couldn't help but wonder what sort of lives they led, what their names were, if they had pets.

All the most useless questions began bombarding her -- do they have accents? where are they from? -- from all sides until she'd had enough.]

[filter; menelaus]
Can you see this?

I'm ready to talk, but not face to face. Maybe.

[filter; elaine, hector, odr, and euterpe]
Whatever you do, don't call me Hermione in public, okay? It's Denver. It's really, really important that you call me Denver.

[filter; pheme]
Is your uncle working tonight?

[filter; menelaus]

From a dancer to this:



Fucking crazy.