mythopoeics

[This little birdie always beats her wings so hard against her cage, either the cage will break or those wings will crack.]

[Filter: Aeneas, Castor, Sita, Anubis, Neph & Troilus ie.FAMILY STYLE PEOPLE]

there is a monster here..... you should be careful because he is hiding in the corners
under every bed and he is waiting.

there is a monster and he will be coming soon for all. i have seen him creeping.


and my mortal brother is here
he left and do not want.

[ Zephyrus is just sitting on a couch looking slightly uncomfortable. ]

I'll be honest with you all, I'm not a blogger, and I don't even really use a phone that much, so sorry if I sound awkward. I know I do... Unfortunately this is the best way to introduce yourself I guess. I'm... Zephyrus [ Even knowing the circumstances, or at least hearing about the circumstances, that brought all of them together it's still weird to introduce himself with his true name. ] I'd really appreciate it if you called me Wren, or I guess Zeph if you have to.

That's about-- [ He's about to end this awkward video but remembers something. ]

Our free Saturday at the botanical gardens here in the city is coming up so if you haven't been before it comes highly recommended. [ Free Weekend? Worst idea in the world. ] I work there, and that's why I'm telling you all. I have a couple of gardens, so you might even see me.

[ With that he abruptly, abruptly, cuts the feed. ]

[Filter: Castor]

???

There is little to say about today. The weather has been nice. I don't know what I'm supposed to say It has been quiet.

[Filter: Greeks]
Who is here?

( problems and problems )

[ filter; freyja ]

The girl. Our girl. They threw her here.

[ / ]

[ filter; elaine & visible to Aphrodite ]

There'll be a new addition to the house. Don't freak out.

[ / ]

Got back home in one piece. Random notice.

How fortunate I was to not have to be tied down by marriage and children. It sounds dreadful~

From what I'm reading, I had a pretty sweet deal in Niflheim. Family, you still want to keep in touch? No hard feelings if you don't.

[ filter; syrinx ]
Look, about what happened. I didn't know it was you.

[filter; euterpe, isolde & syrinx]
I've been doing a lot of thinking, but when I do a lot of thinking, nothing really good comes out of it. But I've been thinking... about bringing up the topic of kids. With Kokabiel. It's been on the brain for weeks now, but I haven't dropped hints because I'd rather come out with it to his face.

Thoughts? Opinions? Advice on if this is a terrible, horrible idea that shouldn't happen because our spawn will take over Babylon but will be disgustingly adorable because my husband is attractive and attractive people don't have ugly children but I'd still love them even if they were ugly but they probably won't be ugly?



See, this is what happens when I think.

it is a nice day

[Filter: Osiris]

i miss you
there were some nice people tonight in the bar

[Filter: Nephthys]

do you want to have lunch tomorrow?

[Early in the morning, she had wriggled out of bed and had gone into the kitchen to make herself tea. The sun had barely been peeking up, the air outside tinted with the mild chill of the night still. And in this way, when all the world around her was starting to stir or contemplate sleeping in longer, she wished herself a happy twenty-ninth birthday.]

Should my household require anything, ask before I leave for a few hours. ♥ I promise to be home for a lunch. I need to go soak up some sun and buy a few things.

Also, when watering the plants, please remember to check for cats and sleeping Hypnos...es!

It seems things are looking good on the eventual travel front. Reed is looking forward to visiting Camelot and his favorite 'uncle' almost as much as I am. The only snag we've run into so far is that he wants to bring Mini Mew, and I'm not sure how well the kitten will behave during the trip. I suppose there's only one way to find out since he's decided he's not going without his best friend.

I'd say I have no idea where my boy gets his stubbornness from, but that would be a lie and I've been trying to teach him the joys of honesty. I think he's a little too honest, though. It's made for some funny moments, like when he asked our overweight neighbor when her baby was due, which had her turning a few impressive shades of red. I had to apologize while trying not to laugh, which is harder than it sounds.

[Filter: Family]
If it works for everyone, I think we should try and leave for Camelot by mid-July.

[Filter: Apollo]
Will you be coming to Camelot with us?

[Castor never noticed it, but when people came too close, he had a tendency to flinch. If people swung an arm too close to his face, he'd back up. And two people really knew why he did this, only one of which he actually, truly card for. The way he reacted was subtle, noticeable but not distracting. Over the years, he'd reacted less violently, flinched less and trusted more easily.

But only one person could ever understand just how difficult it was to trust.]

[filter; helen]
Eight years today.

[filtered away from babylonian officials]
Does anyone know what's actually going on in Babylon?

It's a lovely day. I think I'm going to go for a walk; it's absolutely the time to be outside.

[Filter: Anubis, Syrnix, other graveyard people]
This walk will of course include a stop by the graveyard, if any of you are free.

I am afraid I'm coming down with something. My throat has been behaving rather strangely as of late. But I won't allow it to get in the way of using my voice. What is a songbird without its song?

[Filter: Osiris]

how is niflheim?

[Filter: Nephthys]

can

can I ask something?

[Filter: Family]

have you decided when you're going to camelot?

It's wrong to bully someone just because you're having a bad day, isn't it? I think I made three grown men cry today. I need better soldiers.

[Filter: Babylonian High Ranks]
I've taken care of our borders to the best of my ability. Everyone is stationed where they need to be. However, you're aware we are not a military power in comparison. It's irritating at moments like these. This can only help so much. Come to a decision before they do.

[Filter: Osiris]
Don't let Tezcatlipoca poison you, please.

Exciting things have been happening in my house. Well, exciting if you count bribing a child to stop asking certain questions to be worth noting... and yes, in case anyone is wondering, a kitten is a perfect bribe for a seven year old boy. He's quite thrilled with his new responsibility -- now known as 'Mini Mew', because he gets his penchant for naming things from his mother -- and has decided that he's going to own a kitten farm when he grows up.

Now if I could just get him to pay attention during his flute lessons, I'd have a perfect child. Although, he has been getting better. Soon, he'll be old enough to stay awake for our shows, and then maybe he can even show off a bit. That reminds me, I should practice a little more for tonight. I've got a new piece I'll be trying out that I hope goes over well. We'll have to see.

[filter; private]
My cousins may very likely wipe each other out someday, and I don't want to be rotting away in this house when it happens. Dear Maker, send me a girl willing to stay longer than a week at the inn, will you? Not that those two have anything in common.

Pan, stop talking to yourself.

[filter; hermes]
The girl I had in bed with me last night called me a different name in the throes of ecstasy. Should I be offended? I don't think I give two shits. I don't remember her name, anyway. Lucy? Trucy?

[filter; echo]
Cousin, sweetest. Lend me an hour of your time.

[filter; public]
In light of the random things showing up, let me just say the trees are looking lovely today.

[Filter: Private]

Note to self: get the driver to see if he can remove that dent before Rosier knows about it. I swear, the places people will put posts.

No, wait, I think it was the fence. I think. I really shouldn't drink before driving. Feh.

[Filter: Public]

The world is grumbling and I am eager to read of things unrelated to the rumours of missing princesses, abductions, horrible men who do those things and whatnot. Really, have you seen Babylon's history? It's littered with kidnapped women. I know it's not really all that nice and very much illegal now but it's happened.

Besides, we the people can hardly help the situation by speculating so much until more is known. And I'm Babylonian. I have no care or connection to Ryugu-jo or Camelot. And they really better not come here. Personally, I rather discuss something of more value to me.


Family, one of the cats from outside got in. I don't know where it is. ♥

[ filter; elaine ]

My mother is.

You see.

You know Aphrodite?

...

If I mention I'm injured, maybe.

Remember how I said my mother hadn't arrived yet? Surprise.

[ / ]


Never thought I'd say this but I just want to get back to work.

[filter; greeks]
The fuck is Dionysus when you need him?

[filter; daphne]
You actually want that congratulations cake? Was it a cake?

[filter; sean, liam, geula, aubrey]
I'M DYING OF BOREDOM HERE Considering throwing a party on Thursday because a) it's not as short notice as tomorrow, and b) I don't give two fucks that it's not a Friday. c) I'm bored, come over.

[filter; syrinx]
Hey there.

Alive and well enough, but I hate moving and I hate this cast. How can anyone keep something this irritating on for six weeks? If it gets any more inconvenient I'm sawing it off. I was told they wanted me to stay out on leave for awhile longer at work, too. I guess that's just more time to unpack boxes.

Also more time to find the remote. Which is still missing. Why.

At least Delilah seems happy.

[Filter: Nephthys]
No really. I will saw this off. What do I do if it itches?

[Filter: Tez]
Thank you for the help. Pizza some time this week?

#RIPBoxing

( you know i could drink the world and never get my fill )

[fulter; nephtuys]
tjanks for the... well, sorry about that.  did the doctor say two days or two weeks for bandages because it's hard to tyope like this

oh by the way if you habvent already can you just... not tell anyone?? 

[filfter: gwyinynevere]
i'm not moving affter all but the dishes are in pieces so i miean you can still have the two cups and the bowls but it's an incomplerte set (hahaha) if you dont mind

[filter: anubis]
how is life outside if the hospital?  i taught a=sam a few tricks but i dont know how well... or maybe he aleready knew those tricks i have videos if you want

[filter: hours]
if you heard anyhthing it's not as bad as you think\\

can you tell hathor it's fine about the wedding delay since

[filter: syrinx]
i found the missing monopoly pieces while movcing the couch

[flitter: set]
i'm still craving strawvberry ice cream do you think th chinese takeout delivers that too??

[messed up filters are readable to the public, oops]

As soon as I get the all clear I'm going boating.

[filter; mary]
You wanna come with?

If anyone is looking for flowers to bring to those stuck in the hospital, there was a cancelled wedding and I have more than what I know what to do with.  Free of charge.

[address with a link to google maps]

[Filter: Set]
How are you doing?
You stood me up.

[Filter: Charon]
How are you doing?
If you're ever feeling up for it, let me take you out for a drink.

[Filter: Syrinx]
How are you doing?
Do you like board games?

So I've learned waking up to a bunny rabbit isn't nearly as satisfying as a house full of servants. I'm hiring a maid. She'll be Eastern-European and speak little to no English, but her face and assets will be fantastic.

[Filter: Osiris]

so many dead

people i care for

[Filter: Gavin]

visit brothers, can I?

[Filter: Osiris & Hades]

Please be careful. I will

will cheer for you both.

[Filter: Aeneas & Trolius]

♥

home?

[filter; pasithea, helen, menelaus, and syrinx]
Until further notice, we'll be occupying our brother's flat. I would rather not say why, but you can still reach Pol and I on our phones.

[filter; morgause and gawain]
This is Nick, or Castor if you will -- Mordred's my half-brother in this life. My twin and I are going to be staying with him for a time. In case you feel like worrying he's not in good hands, he is.

Has anybody else's electricity and water been out for the last month or so?

There weren't any notices in my building, and it worked fine last week so I thought the problem had been fixed.

Not to complain, just wondering how long this is supposed to last.

( Do you know what just started? )

I never realized how time-consuming taking care of two children can be.  I don't know if I feel guiltier for wishing this was over or apparently wishing for this in the first place. 

Though it is nice to pretend, even if that means having it all ripped away again.

[Filter: Egyptians]

It's been selfish of me to keep so distant, and I owe an apology for not trying harder to overcome my reservations. 

I need to get out for a bit, if anyone is interested in joining me for a picnic in the park.  Nothing too elaborate, I just miss the fresh air and wouldn't mind the company of somebody real.

[filtered away from theseus and deiphobus]
Can't say I'm entirely unhappy with this arrangement.

[Filter: Osiris]

okay?

[Filter: Cas]

♥?

[Filter: Public]

quiet

i like it quiet

I never thought I would be staying under my parents' roof again. They're always off traveling somewhere, so it's not that awkward. I just shouldn't have to rely on anyone and it's further from work. At least the cat seems happy enough to snoop around as she pleases.

I'll have to find a new apartment soon. And change my phone number. And buy a new phone case.

I hate everything. I'm finding whoever is responsible for the past few months and bashing their face in with a pipe. Then I'll worry about a few others.

[There was nothing like a fresh start in ways. It was necessary if he was to move forward and find himself well several months or years from now. The obsession had to be cast aside, the ideas and fantasies needed to be washed off his mind and hands.

Troilus simply thought of how much better his mother would feel if she arrived and saw that he wasn't behaving in an abnormal way. To further boost his plan, he damned his sinful lust as something the gods would do, could get away with. Therefore, it would no longer be something he'd want for himself.]

It seems I'm rusty at the game of finding women who want to date and not just...well. There is nothing wrong with that but goddamn. Sometimes a little more doesn't hurt. I'm fucking thirty-one. When did it get hard? Is it because I want something real now? Or maybe it's the job that doesn't help.

Before it even comes up: I don't want anything to change me to suit today's women. Don't even go there. I'll go to Russia and find myself a bride if needed. ...jokes about mail-ordering on can be kept to yourselves and fuck you for thinking it.

( and the evening glow leaving )

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.

[It should be no surprise that someone as emotionally unstable and immature as Syrinx was having trouble with this. She kept shrieking out, gasping and crying whenever something in her hands changed shape. The latest was a glass of milk that ended up becoming a glass of red acrylic paint which she'd dropped.

The shattering glass had caused her to jump and flee the scene in tears. Not that she thought Aeneas would be mad at her, but because she didn't like this. She didn't know what to do with this. She just wanted it to be over.]

[her voice is soft, broken]

Please let it stop, let it stop, let it stop.

Theories:

This is a community for-
a. roleplaying/fanfiction/otherkins
b. some other fandom thing
c. personal ads for New Yorkers
d. alien/government conspiracy theories
e. a social experiment
f. I've lost my mind/have been drugged/drank too much

If-
a. Reportedly not.  But just in case: not interested, but keep on keeping on.
b. What series is this?
c. I have a couch that my roommate wants rid of because apparently it doesn't match the new coffee table. 
d. Freaky.
e. Also freaky.  (unsure if more, less, or similar amounts of)
f. Seems likely.
all of the above. Oh.
none of the above. Hello, my name is Donovan. 

My brother and I have managed ourselves a flat. Not the biggest thing on the market, but with the two of us, we don't need much space. The view is fantastic. That's about the only good best thing about it.

[filtered to pasithea, minos, helen, menelaus, zeus, syrinx, and mordred]
[address]

Buzz number is 1506.

I don't know, I think I'm more amused than anything. I can't be the only person who's sitting back and laughing. Maybe I should make a list of places to pillage before anything else happens? What to do, what to do...

P.S.: Lamb is delicious. I still regret handing over the leftovers.

[The last two weeks had been difficult, certainly unlike anything he'd ever experienced. Falling from high heights wasn't a new experience -- in fact, he'd sustained many bruises over the years of his life. Yet being dropped off a roof was a new one.

His major injuries hadn't been life-threatening: an injured neck, a bruised spine. He would live to tell the tale. But he hadn't spoken yet of the man who'd perpetrated the act. Not yet. Soon.]

I have never been so happy to see the outside.

[Pain. It had exploded up Castor's spine, swam through his limbs and ended at his neck in a throbbing so intense he couldn't find the will to breathe. The air had been knocked from his chest, successfully halving his ability to inhale and exhale properly. In, out. In, out.

Oh, pain.

Bright stars danced across his vision as he stared up unblinkingly at the sky, his palms flat against the pebbled ground beneath. Unmoving. Five seconds. Ten seconds. Still couldn't breathe. Fifteen. In, out. Breathe. Tiny stones were sneaking up under his nails. Twenty.

He wanted his brother.

Syrinx was running. Barefoot on the grass and gravel, ignoring the sharp jabs of the stones on the soles of her delicate feet. She was caged. Always caged. It hadn't always been like this, but her family had betrayed the high king and paid the prize. Now all that remained was a shell of them, and Syrinx always hostage in a glass prison. Not that her king was unkind, he fed, clothes and took care of her. And she sang for him.

Little caged songbird.

Running though? It hadn't even been a plan, she just had the urge to tear away from her guards and into the bush, faster and faster- and as the calls for her were left behind she almost felt free. Almost. That wasn't her fate though, because what she came across was more important than running away.

The man was lying at a funny angle, blood and dirty and everything mixed together- she was alarmed and frightened at first, but it only lasted for a second. Syrinx had seen blood before. A long time ago. She thought of her father, her brothers, and then she was on her knees touching Castor's cheek and peering down at him. Syrinx didn't speak, but she search for signs of life within him.

His vision, his breath.

Only his eyes moved, irises hazy with pain. They drifted up to her hair, her face, trying to focus through the blood loss. He'd lost blood before, countless times, but never as a result of something like this. Never had he been dropped from a roof, landed on a lower, and cracked his head hard on the wood. Never had he rolled over protruding nails, ripping through his left arm from wrist to elbow.

Blood tainted the back of Castor's throat, and he slowly attempted air.

Through the pain, all he could focus on was how his hair had shifted into his eyes and blocked most of his sight. But he could make out Syrinx. Beautiful girl.

He was alive and didn't seem to be dying any time soon, but he did seem to have trouble breathing, so Syrinx leaned down to connect their lips and offer a breath of fresh air, trying to aid. She didn't know if that worked with those not drowning, but, it was worth a try, right? She repeated the motion twice before looking up and around her. It was too quiet, there was no sound of anyone.

And there needed to be help, otherwise she couldn't move Castor on her own.

Her freedom was just beyond grasp, but Syrinx didn't- she had too much of a conscience to drop Castor and walk away. Instead she cried out for help.

Those blue eyes fell shut. Loud. Helpful, but loud. His head throbbed at the sound, though his mind was finally able to process what she was up to. Help? Help with what? Castor felt like his body was shattered into a million pieces.

But perhaps it was a good sign he could feel at all.

Somewhere underneath the haze, he wanted her to lean back down.

Syrinx did, she leaned back down, pushing some fresh air while they waited. Oh, she was going to be in trouble, but at least this young man might live. "It's okay." She whispered. "They'll come." The guards didn't take too long in finding them again, and then it was all blurred. Syrinx kissed his cheek as a departure while they helped him onto a stretcher and called the doctor.

He'd live.

At least Syrinx hoped so.]

Hello


[Filter: Aeneas]

Hello


hello

So, how is the weather in Svarga these days?

In hindsight, I too easily allow myself to get talked into things that perhaps aren't as good of ideas as they sound read seem.
Not that I don't still expect those apples.

Anybody in/around/nearby Svarga know what to do with a broken leg?  (A lamb's, not mine.)  I do not have a lot to pay, but I am good for favors if necessary.