OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.
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APHRODITE: laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.
APOLLO: glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of Wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account.
ARES: armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.
ARTEMIS: keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.
ATHENA: discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.
DEMETER: soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.
DIONYSUS: drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.
HEPHAESTUS: the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow,flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.
HERA: resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under “fuck it”, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.
HERMES: devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology ,will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s,hoodies and sneakers.
POSEIDON: storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.
ZEUS: thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch.
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@survivedempathy / elsa said : ⎈
# generated : 007. a letter written in the case of my muse’s death
elsa,
so, uh, enchanted forests, huh? from what i remember of papa’s story (which, i will admit, is not a lot) it sounds really dangerous. dangerous enough to warrant me writing such a grim letter as this. the big bad “in case i die” letter that everyone seems to have time to write in adventure novels. never thought i’d have to write one, to be completely honest, but what can i say, life with you is never boring. [ this line is HEAVILY scribbled out ]
ignore that ^ don’t try to read it, it’s not important. anyway! i don’t really know how to start this. i’m hoping i don’t die and you won’t ever have to read this because it’s going to be weird and not very heroic and eloquent as i’m sure your “in case i die letter” probably is. oh, geez, i hope you aren’t as worried as i am that you’re writing your own.
i wish we had more time. not that it’s anyone’s fault!! i don’t mean it like that, i know you’re probably gonna jump to that conclusion because you’re elsa and you’re a huge worry-wart who still blames herself for everything, i just wish that life had gone differently. that things had been handled differently, that we had more time to spend together. that we never had to be separated in the first place. when i think about my life, what little i’ve really lived of it, at least, you’re probably my #1 favorite part. of course you are. and i’m not even sure how many of my memories are really accurate!!! so, no matter the circumstances, you’re the coolest sister!! think about that.
i’m trying not to make this letter sad. i don’t want you to be sad. even if i’m gone, i want you to be happy. to remember that i died happy. i don’t know the circumstances under which i died. Obviously. but i know i’ll be happy because i got to be with you, again. that the doors between us were opened. that i got to know you again. because i’m crazy proud to be your sister.
you know that, right? how much i love you and am proud of you. because you’re one of the strongest people i know. especially, now, knowing how much you’ve been through, what you had to cope with on your own, what you’ve overcome, it’s really incredible. like, wow! i get to share the same blood as this amazing, graceful, powerful, strong, intelligent, capable woman. how incredible is that? that i get to be related to you and be able to tell the world “that’s my sister!!!” no one else is as lucky as i am when it comes to that.
gosh, i don’t know what else to say. nothing that isn’t repetitive, at least. just remember that i’ll always wish you could see yourself the way i do. because when i look at you, there’s nothing i would change. well, i mean, i wish i could change the past so you weren’t so nervous and worried all the time, because that sucks. you don’t deserve that. you deserve every happiness.
i’m gonna stop, now, because i’m just gonna mangle more words, and you and kristoff are calling me because we really should be heading off to the forest, soon, and we’re risking even being at the castle, at all, to change clothes and pack and stuff, but i hope you understand everything i tried to say, because none of these words are enough. no words will ever be enough to convey how much i love you and how proud i am to face every adventure life throws at us by your side. hand-in-hand.
with you, always, remember that.
- anna
LETTERS / ACCEPTING
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