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[songdreamt-a]

           “ ev’rybody tryin’ to get a ticket to go,                                                   but                                      those who go, they don’t come back. ”

#( we’re gonna sing it again & again :: QUEUE )

[songdreamt-a]

           “ ev’rybody tryin’ to get a ticket to go,                                                   but                                      those who go, they don’t come back. ”

#( we’re gonna sing it again & again :: QUEUE )

[songdreamt-a]

           “ ev’rybody tryin’ to get a ticket to go,                                                   but                                      those who go, they don’t come back. ”

#( we’re gonna sing it again & again :: QUEUE )

[songdreamt-a]

           “ ev’rybody tryin’ to get a ticket to go,                                                   but                                      those who go, they don’t come back. ”

#( we’re gonna sing it again & again :: QUEUE )

[songdreamt-a]

           “ ev’rybody tryin’ to get a ticket to go,                                                   but                                      those who go, they don’t come back. ”

#( we’re gonna sing it again & again :: QUEUE )

[songdreamt-a]

           “ ev’rybody tryin’ to get a ticket to go,                                                   but                                      those who go, they don’t come back. ”

#( we’re gonna sing it again & again :: QUEUE )

[songdreamt-a]

           “ ev’rybody tryin’ to get a ticket to go,                                                   but                                      those who go, they don’t come back. ”

#( we’re gonna sing it again & again :: QUEUE )

[songdreamt-a]

           “ ev’rybody tryin’ to get a ticket to go,                                                   but                                      those who go, they don’t come back. ”

#( we’re gonna sing it again & again :: QUEUE )

[songdreamt-a]

           “ ev’rybody tryin’ to get a ticket to go,                                                   but                                      those who go, they don’t come back. ”

#( all aboard! :: PROMO ) #self promo #new home! new home!

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NEW BLOG PSA!

i’m about to start turning this blog into an archive, starting with the URL!

the URL of the new blog will be the same, just a new home.

stay tuned for a link in a lil bit!

#( step into my office :: OOC ) #( :: PSA :: )

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got my new theme and all the bells and whistles so guess what i’m workin on today!!!

stay tuned for new blog stuff!

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make me choose  ♡  @hadestowntextpostsmain asked: eva noblezada or reeve carney?  

be kind. be kind. be kind.

#( a hungry young girl :: EURYDICE :: visage. ) #cast #WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW MUCH I ADORE THIS WOMAN

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aclastra‌ :: momma!!

 A MOMENT OF HESITATION , ONLY SLIGHT . but she does hug him back , him , with his soft bones and tender heart . her orpheus ; her son . “  –  i missed you too ,  orpheus . “  her voice is like the chiming of bells, soft , delicate .   she takes his hand in her own ,  “ have you been good for mister hermes ? “  she wants to know , smoothening his hair back with her fingers . she can tell it’s been cut using a pair of scissors , maybe by hermes himself , all jagged and uneven . “ you do everything he asks ? like i told you to ?   like you promised me ? “ 

       orpheus holds her hand firmly and nods with a fervor. “i have, momma! i promise!” he insists, tugging his mother further inside the building. 

       “i been helpin’ mister hermes ‘round his bar, too! ‘cause he said i was old enough! ‘cause i’m ten now!” he puffs out his chest proudly. he wants to show her how grown-up he is! “see? i was sweepin’ the floor just now!” he points to the broom he’d discarded when she walked inside.

       “momma, are you back for real, now? for forever? d’you want me to get mister hermes? i bet he’ll be happy to see you too!”

#aclastra #( a poor boy with a lyre :: ORPHEUS :: ic. ) #( ORPHEUS :: v.1 :: poor boy workin' on a song ) #calliope tag

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skyfulcfstars‌ ::

     it feels strange, in a way. to be riding the train and knowing she’ll be taking it back down the very same day. she watches the landscape roll by in it’s familiar way, but there’s something exciting that makes the butterflies in her belly do a bit of a dance. she doesn’t hate the soft luxury of the train car now, but can admire it - even if she’d be just fine on a wooden bench and her suitcase in her lap. but she doesn’t have a suitcase in her hand, either. not this time. not anytime soon.

   instead, persephone is draped in a dark, but vibrant emerald green dress with asphodels wound into her unbound hair in a half crown. she watches eurydice fidget, but lets her be - she knows the girl must be nervous as hell. persephone had grown up with these duties. eurydice has merely had a vague crash course and the promise of her momma’s help (which had been some damned fine wrangling, but demeter is appeased. for now). 

    she smiles softly, and offers her hand out for eurydice to take if she’d like. hades’ new gift to her, a new wedding ring that suits her better, glittering in the gentle light. she’s truly happy to stay year round, and she’s even more happy to see eurydice spend her time up here with those who matter most. “i’m absolutely sure.” she promises. “every single time they’re there. together. hermes swore they’d be there today too, or we both have full permission to kick his ass up between his shoulder blades.”

       eurydice isn’t sure which makes her more nervous: seeing orpheus again, or taking up lady persephone’s job. she takes persephone’s offered hand, giving a weak, anxious smile in return. he loves you, songbird. the goddess’ words ring in her ears still. she hopes they’re still true.

       “amara won’t know who i am,” she says softly, glancing back out the window. the realization makes her choke up a little. she covers her mouth with her free hand to try and stifle it. “i don’t wanna scare her.”

       the train begins to slow to a crawl. the town appears around them. the train station. she can almost see vague shapes of people crowding around outside. waiting to greet persephone. they’re all in for quite a shock. and probably disappointment, eurydice thinks.

       her heart is pounding. it’s a strange feeling, having a heartbeat again. the golden ichor that now flows through her veins thrums with an energy eurydice has never felt before. her grip on persephone’s hand tightens slightly and she looks over at the goddess with wide, terrified eyes. what if this was a huge mistake??

       the train finally comes to a stop, and eurydice is practically vibrating with nerves. mr. hermes appears in their car, ready to open the door and release the spring to the world.

       “s’pose you oughta go first?” eurydice asks persephone, chewing her bottom lip to oblivion. “so you can let the crowd down easy...tell ‘em you ain’t stayin’?”

@aclastra​

#skyfulcfstars #aclastra #( a hungry young girl :: EURYDICE :: ic. ) #( EURYDICE :: v.4 :: flowers; soft beneath my heels )

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𝙴𝚄𝚁𝚈𝙳𝙸𝙲𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙰 𝙷𝚄𝙽𝙶𝚁𝚈, 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙶 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻.  a runaway from everywhere she’d ever been. she was no stranger to the world   ——   no stranger to the wind.  (  a story told again by nicole  )

#( all aboard! :: promo ) #SHE BACK!!! #MY HEART!!!

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{ @skyfulcfstars // @aclastra }

       the train rumbles along as it always has, but this time it carries two passengers up to the world above. eurydice never thought she would be on this train again. she never thought a lot of the things that just happened would happen to her, of course, but especially this one.

       she didn’t ride in persephone’s car on her trip down, either. it’s a hell of a lot nicer than the rest of the train; plush seats, large windows, everything trimmed with gold and finery and things mr. hades probably thought persephone would like. to say that eurydice felt wildly out of place here would definitely be an understatement.

       it’s a feeling she’s going to have to get used to, she knows.

       she hasn’t been able to sit still for the entire ride. she’s wearing one of persephone’s old dresses -- borrowed for the occasion -- and every few minutes her restless hands fiddle with the skirt or smooth it down. she shifts in her seat, crossing or uncrossing her legs as she watches the world fly by. already the air feels warmer. the world is ready for spring. ready to come back to life. just like eurydice herself.

       eventually, the train station comes into view in the distance, and eurydice’s tension rises in anticipation. anxiously, she glances over at persephone. 

       “you...really think they’ll be there? you’re sure?” she asks for the umpteenth time. “mr. hermes said they always come to meet the train...right?”

#skyfulcfstars #aclastra #( a hungry young girl :: EURYDICE :: ic. ) #( EURYDICE :: v.4 :: flowers; soft beneath my heels ) #:))))))))

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{ @takealook-fall​ asked:  Orpheus is tired. So tired. But seeing her, knowing that he had done the right thing in coming to get her out of here, Orpheus knew it was all worth it and so, inching closer, the man raised his voice. "Come home with me?" }

The scent of him catches her off-guard. She never thought she would see him again. That was partly the idea, anyway. Being away from Orpheus means keeping him safe. Safe from her. It was supposed to be better this way, even if it broke both their hearts.

He speaks, and Eurydice’s heart races. She looks up, and it’s like the sun is shining on her once again.

“It’s you...” He shouldn’t be here, she knows. But she can’t bring herself to care. “Orpheus...”

#takealook-fall #( what else you got? :: ANSWERED ) #( a hungry young girl :: EURYDICE :: ic. ) #( EURYDICE :: v.6 :: why do i run like the wolf each time? )