mythopoeics

Well, this is all very exciting. The 1950s, eh? Such a simpler time. At the very least, we don't have to worry about a war hanging over our heads.

Oh, nevermind.

[ filter; helen and menelaus, separately ]
Updates, please.

Unlike many of you, I actually have nothing to complain about. There's nothing like a period of time where people fucking dressed well and children know there godforsaken place. The cars are better-looking and, if I recall properly, the 1950s saw a growth in economy. Everything feels fresh, alive and good. Workable.

Those of you in the asylum will have to deal. And maybe I'll try to find a way to keep some of you in there. The rest of us can enjoy this slice of peace and prosperity.

I don't know when it happened, but I'm starting to remember all those domestic things I was really good at back in Zurvan. Case in point, I made an apple pie for Apollo without any help! I'm just hoping it tastes as good as it smells. I feel so accomplished it's stupid.

I need to go shopping to get Reed some Fall and Winter clothes, but I have no idea what to buy for a little boy, so if anyone wants to come with me that'd be awesome. Let's be real, if we trust my tastes he's going to end up looking like a little hipster in sweater vests and suspenders. Also, is there anyone out there in internet-land who might be able to give my little brother some fighting lessons? He came home with a black eye the other day, missing his flute, saying some bigger kids beat him up and took it. We got his flute back, but I think he needs to learn how to defend himself and I can't teach him or afford lessons, so any help would rock socks.

brb Hawaii. If anything drags us back, I'll be very displeased.

Here. There. It doesn't make much of a difference, does it? We are still us and we still have no control.

( do you know what's worth fighting for?/ when it's not worth dying for?/ does it take your breath away and you feel yourself suffocating?/ does the pain weigh out the pride?/and you look for a place to hide?/ did someone break your heart inside, you're in ruins... )

All I've done since coming back is slept.

I can't even remember the last time I was this tired, but this pregnancy seems to be taking all my energy the longer it goes on.

Well. That is that then.


I'm going to Hawaii.

fucked with all over again
is anyone really surprised this time?

helen, pol, mene, morticia, look here

( wake me up, wake me up when all is done, i won't rise until this battle's won, my dignity's become undone~ )

[ filter; pollux ]
I apologize in advance if I seem different, but I've found out a dear friend of mine as passed away and I'm not sure how to take it. Would it be too much to ask you to just hold me for a little while? After everything, I need you even more.

...if you're busy I understand.

Thieves come in all sorts of flavors, don't they? This one knew how to swing, but I got him in the nose. The market should have better security.

[ Some days, the woman wondered what had possessed her to do something as stupid as marrying. Skadi hadn’t needed a man to keep her bed warm, hadn’t needed the financial stability which could have followed marriage. She was from a strong family, independent women raised to provide and fend for their own. Her sister, for example, was one of such breed, powerful as any Skadi would ever see.

Still, it was expected of the woman to marry and so she did; nodding to the social convention. And being one of five wasn’t as impossible to stand as one would think. It meant she had less time to be bothered by her husband while he fooled around with one of the others. Gave her a wide berth to do as she wished, when she wished; to raise their girl like she had been raised. It also meant she had to return home eventually, place her weapons to the side, laugh at the shocked look of the other wives when they noticed the blood splatters on her - otherwise - immaculate clothing.

Some days, Skadi knew. If it had been anyone weaker than Minos, she would have killed him after the first night. She wondered if he knew that. ]

I'm home.

Today has been very productive. I woke up needing to make a cake to fill an order, and ended up making far more than that. I got into a baking mood and just couldn't help myself.

I think I need to get some help at the bakery. The bigger I get, the more trouble I have getting things into and out of the stoves. But it's hard to be sad about that when all I can smell is bread and cinnamon buns. There really is nothing like taking a bite of a warm roll with honey-butter to make me feel better, even if a little girl did ask her mommy why I was waddling...

#RIPBoxing

No more Rome. My brother and I are slightly disappointed. Emphasis on the slightly, as little can replace New York. Home sweet home and all that.

Mene, if you're not alive, we're hunting you down.

[filter; minos]
Your sons again? Khaos must really want you to have us.

[filter; public]
Interesting change in scenery. But at least it isn't Zurvan.

[filter; visible to all greeks]

It feels as though it's time to do a headcount again. Children, brothers, sisters - who is here? My daughters - it's been far too long since we've had dinner together so pencil me in for Thursday evening. I look a fright but I hope you'll put up with me, nonetheless

[filter; blackwells]

If someone could explain to me why Reza and Dante thought it necessary each to bestow a black eye on me, I would appreciate it greatly.

I love the way a simple bouquet of flowers seems to brighten a room. Sometimes it's even more effective than a smile. I'm still not sure if anything is more powerful than laughter in filling a room with joy, but I'm sure flowers could give it a run for its money if they tried.

And now I probably sound a little off. I promise I'm not insane. Can I promise that? I'm really not insane. At least most days!

I'm Aubrey (or Brie, if you prefer), by the way. It's nice to meet you all. Well, it will be nice, I'm sure.

The best musical moment in cartoon history. However, don't watch if you're afraid of clowns. I really need a gig or something to get me out of this apartment. Right now, I think I'd even take a semi-regular job. I should not have had enough time on my hands to actually seriously contemplate which video to choose.

I'm Jake. Some of you may know me as Apollo. Lazy ass musician and roommate to Gabe.

[With his family, prisoners and pregnant wife gone, Menelaus felt more comfortable tackling things again. He could get around without feeling a pressing need to go back home. There was no worry of being groped by his perfect!wife or being tugged on by his perfect!brother.

There was just peace and quiet.]

Hey, Helen, if I were gay who would you do you think would be my type?

Mona, you're banned from giving me any looks.

[filter; syrinx]
Castor and I have been thinking. When the weather is nice, how would a picnic sound? We can make sandwiches, have fresh fruit and everything.

[filter; pasithea]
We miss you. How might we fix this? Come over for dinner sometime. I promise we won't give you food poisoning. (After all, we have to keep ourselves fed.) You can bring your Hypnos as well.

[filter; theseus]
I'm going to crack your head open like an egg

[filter; mordred]
Father called this morning. He asked how you were, and I said dandy.

[filter; public]
Insert complaint about the weather here. Follow this up by a complaint about how work is taxing, but enjoyable. Finish it off with a generic comment about mazes here.

( and the evening glow leaving )

One thing is for sure -- I've been turned off from camping for quite a while.

This having a job business is taxing, truly. Now is about the right time to be buying plane tickets for the summer, yes? Before they leap up in price?

( in this darkened room we’ve got heart enough to burn )

[Zeus has lived many lives. None shall ever equal his first life; his true self. He has always endured, believing fervently that he will be restored to his former glory (that he will restore himself). His death in Zurvan wasn't the most painful death he has experienced but it might be one of the most unnatural. It was not a death that took. It disgusts him that nothing is sacred, not even death. Not even the long, cold sleep.

When he is returned to New York, he learns that his business ventures have proceeded unimpeded. That he has hired and fired two personal assistants. The latest, number three, wears too-short skirts and he fires her, too, having had his way with her over his desk.

It is too easy for him to sleep into his old ways of want-and-take-and-have. These first few days, he is purely selfish. He lives for the sake of living and for the sake of feeling. Nails scraping down his back, rough callused hands, drinking champagne from clever mouths. He needs these things to restore himself. He is a careful man, as a rule, but there are precautions not taken; he is the Father of Gods and Men. What is another bastard child or two?

Finally, emerging from some kind of cocoon of slumber and beautiful women, in a penthouse suite in Boston, he showers and he returns to New York. He is Zeus. He will not be beaten by a fake death (though all the subsequent little deaths have not helped in the least.)

It is time for bravado. It is time to wear the face of Zeus and the substance of Zeus will surely seep back into his veins. He will not be overcome.]

Family, family. It was just a flesh wound.

It's very interesting coming back to messages on my phone regarding interviews I only vaguely remember having. Has anyone else had this problem?

[filter; mordred]
We shagged, didn't we?

[filter; family]
Whoever did this to Castor is going to pay in blood. When I find you, I'm going to wring your neck.

[filter; syrinx]
Thank you. For finding him.

I've been doing a lot of thinking, and I'm thankful for my family, both actual and the one I married into. I have been blessed, and I know this, and sometimes it's good to reflect on that.

[filter; father and brothers/visible to hypnos]
I believe the time has come for Hypnos and I to start considering siblings for Letus and Somnus, but I would like your thoughts on this. Please.

[filter; castor]
Your nephews demand your presence tomorrow.

( my heart is broken here in the cup of my hands )

[Seeing Castor for the first time in months had been a blessing. Could there be any word in the written language to describe his elation upon seeing his twin brother, the one who had been apart from him for so many long, painful months? Castor had launched himself into his arms, practically melding into him, uniting them as one. They belonged together, and being apart in two different regions was unbearable. One day, that problem would be solved.

And yet the first thing that Pollux had to say to his dearest brother was "your hair smells of the stables -- do you sleep there now?".

Castor, high off the excitement, had laughed himself breathless.]

Back in Ilium, back to work. At least having a wife to return home to makes things seem less tedious.

[Filter; Private]
The trip proved to be interesting in regard to the quest to learn more about my bride. There is much work that needs to be done, especially in regards to determining who's eye she might have been trying to catch, but in the absence of proof I shall have to go with my gut. The subject of our union eventually bearing fruit is something that seems to be of importance to my brother, and as such I'll attempt to figure out Iseult's opinion on it. Her response will be telling.

So, how is the weather in Svarga these days?

Who does one have to kill for entertainment?

For the record, a wedding is never entertainment nor should any of you ever mistake it for one. You may as well cover your nether regions with fire ants if you think weddings are amusing. The same can be said about the birth of a child. One must wait a sufficient amount of time to see if the child will be of use or possess good sense. Sometimes, you know early on. And that is fortunate.

( [Filter: Private] (warning: cut for sensitive material) )

( better know that i don't and i won't ever stop cause you know i gotta win everyday. )

I almost forgot just what I didn't like about Glastheim but it's pretty damned obvious with every step north.

God, how do you survive the cold? I feel like bring out every fur and cloak I might have in that overly large chest of mine.

I'm going to suggest something completely mad: let's change the topic and not discuss this wedding. Shall we? Go.

Now I couldn't help but notice that I've been snowed in. Happy Christmas to me.

Blackwells, front and centre. I have paintball equipment and I'm not afraid to use it.

(There is no way out. Save yourselves, &c)

[filter; greek deities & their offspring]

I trust you are all healthy and safe. Pheme, I commend you on your pyjamas. If we are still here come Christmas Day, I propose we select the least mischievous floor and meet there.

(Or, perhaps the most mischievous, if my son Hermes has his way~?)