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Anyone else having no tags show up when you reblig? I've had to go through and add them in.

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#mobile. #༒꧂ ( 𝐅𝐂. ) :: waxed sculptures deceive the living.

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#༒꧂ ( 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬. ) :: my heart pierced.

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If love and light is all

someone knows about you,

then they don't know you at all.

If you don't know

who you are in the dark,

then you don't know yourself at all.

—L.A.M.P

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( aphrodite . )  

whitened and paled by the sun his wings proudly shifted in her presence. due to his absence he hadn ‘ t made much time for the parents that raised him. keeping his distance after having promised to psyche that he would one day raise her own children . yet  ,   here he showed himself . having a feeling that he would have to please both mother and wife , it was a feeling that was tearing at him ,  but he knew not to bring it up , 

“  I have missed you as well ,   μητέρα .  “  ( / mother )  he reached over to give her a hug , even as the feeling felt some - what . . . foreign to him now. a sad feeling over  -  whelmed him in that moment and his words spilled out with honesty , 

“  I am sorry .  that I have not been there for you more .  “  it was true. he lacked attentions as of late. he had chosen not to help her out in her vengeance as much as he used to. and he used his best judgement before being a mama ‘ s boy. still . the feelings sat in his chest. amber eyes glistened gold for a second as he thought of all the things he wanted to say  . . . and chose not to  ,

“    psyche  . . . psyche says hello .  “  he muttered. unsure how she would respond to that , not ready for her to show her anger ,  but tensing at the thought ,  “   we ‘ ve  been doing good. she wants to start a family.  “ 

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#@ichoric . / c . / my eros is a super mama's boi at heart ! > w < he just doesnt know how to juggle psyche and his mama #at the same time ! #and since psyche might have harboring anger towards his mom. he tries to play both fields.

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Harry Styles, photographed by Harley Weir.

#( fc ) #mobile.

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❣️ / reblog this for a smol mobile starter.

#( starters??? i got 'em! im mobile for a bit but still wanna rp. all of my threads will be un edited #not formatted #no picture etc. while im mobile! #)

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He could feel himself wanting to grumble more at her words. Even talking about hermes built up his irritation & annoyance. Being the son of ares gave him access to an infinite pool of anger. Something he learned rather young.

". hm. ,. ". he felt her hands conditioning his hair & couldn't help the small shivers it sent down his wings. he wasn't used to someone else helping him like this. Masking up a mistake,

". Tell no one about this , ok ? I already get a bad wrap in the romans eyes. " ( He meant the representation of him as a small fat little winged child. ) " Don't need statues out there of a ramen haired youth. " Though the idea did make his mouth twitch into a smile.

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“ it needs to be deep conditioned. ”

Cupid spoke with a heavy sigh. Waving around his hand almost as if he had given up. with a bottle he magically summons out of thin air before handing to her , “ I’ll never trust hermes to deliver me the proper tools for hair dye again. ” Grumbling under - neath his breath. He waits for her to help him. Shifting his white wings slightly.

“Understood. That I can do.“

When the bottle is handed over to her, Saima pours some out into her hands and just starts applying it to Cupid’s hair. She’s careful to be thorough in application so it gets all over and deep- which is necessary for dealing with a situation like this.

“Right, it seems like Hermes took the opportunity to prank you and alas it seemed to be pretty effective. The more you know, the more you learn I guess.“

#ic #@seeksotsibteadmist. #/ #th :: hair dye. #hes whiny when he messes something up!

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" it needs to be deep conditioned. "

Cupid spoke with a heavy sigh. Waving around his hand almost as if he had given up. with a bottle he magically summons out of thin air before handing to her , " I'll never trust hermes to deliver me the proper tools for hair dye again. " Grumbling under - neath his breath. He waits for her to help him. Shifting his white wings slightly.

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There was something quite tragic about seeing Eros’s locks falling to the floor after an attempt of dying his hair. There was also something oddly entertaining about the sight, to the point that it was hard for Saima to keep from chuckling at the sight. It was just so.. bizarre, and oddly vulnerable that they couldn’t help but feel for him.

“Yeah, I’ll definitely help with your hair. Just let me know what you’d want me to do. It sucks that it didn’t turn out the way that you wanted it to.“

#mobile #th :: hair dye.

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FIRST THREE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES

#meme.mobile.

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Mobile.

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@seekesotsibteadmist . /. 12. “Laugh and I’ll kill you...” 

Honestly how could she laugh at him? Just because he choice to dye his hair in an attempt to stay golden all the while finding those very same lucious locks melting straight out of his hair.

It was a crime created by the most nasty vile evils that a shampoo & conditioner brand could make! His hair had been the PEEK of heaven! And now it lay there , crumbled in strands and lumps on the floor below.

". Could. (. . . ) Could you just help my hair ? " He sighed.

#@seekesotsibteadmist . /. memes. accepting. #/ #cupid loves his hair more than psyche pass it on.

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Active here // all over the place to clear up some replies. !

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"Were you ever going to tell me you got married, or was I supposed to find out like a common maid? I gave you my blessing, was that not enough?" It was very apparent that Aphrodite had been crying and not stopped in a while, not caring this time that her son saw. It was his fault. She knew well that his new wife would not have done this, it was him. He was the one not accepting most of her attempts to try. "I wanted to heal our bond and you stomp on it as if it were nothing. Do I not mean anything to you anymore?"

Pity fell deeply in eros'es eyes. That. &. Sorrow. He still had room in his heart for his mother. He just forgot all about making space when psyche moved in.

His own tears fell.shattering his senses. Reminding him that he was just a boy --- in front of his parent.

" of course I was to tell you! " But I feared for your vengeance. He would not mention that though. Psyche might ' be blessed but that didn't mean aphrodite's anger would not also act as a cursing , ". I just hadn't the time ( . . . ) " He lied. More tears spilling from his cheeks.

He approached her then. Moving to tentatively hug her,. ". I have missed you mother. I have really missed you. I want our bond back. I want to make room for both my families. " His wings sat flustered and shivering against his back.

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#@singofus . /. un - prompted ( accepting ) /. th:: ?? #mama's boi ( dite. /. eros. )

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“            i      married          her          ,           father    .             “

eros was talking about psyche. about his love so happily you might ‘ ve thought he would break his own cheeks smiling so hard. yet  ,  perhaps  ,  this was the first time ares was hearing about this  ,

“    mother  will   never  approve.   “  his smile fell flat again. as if pulled down by thunder itself. even after she said he 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 he 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 how his mother was. somehow  ,  it was still easier for him to confess this to his father than aphrodite.

@singofus​​   .   /     like for a starter  !  ( accepting )    /   th  :: like father like son.  

#@singofus . / like for a starter ! ( accepting ) / th :: like father like son.

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𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 wings rested well 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 him. He felt sorrowed , even if he would not approach her as he did once ago , he still felt caring towards her. She was after all , his mother.

his own anger drained quickly upon spotting that pot. something he had devised as a little boy. he remembered his hands were sticky from clay that day. his smile wide and his eye's always looking for his mother's gentle gaze.

yet times had changed them. His wife was his first priority   &    family second. He never heard the end of it. As much as he preferred a gentle resolution he held the same pride in his bones as his mother. Making them both stubborn to the core.

". It. ( . . . ) Can be fixed. " His apology laced itself within his words. If not outright said.

He took a step towards her , ". Let me see it . "

@singofus​​​  𝟒𝟎!  [  𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝟎𝟎𝟏 .  ]  “It was me (…) I broke it.” ( א. )

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@singofus​​  𝟒𝟎!   [  𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝟎𝟎𝟏 .  ]  “It was me (…) I broke it.” ( א. )

“         if         you        are       referring         to       a          mortal  .     we   ,   spoke   about   this  .   “    he was stern .  after psyche there would be no more help from him  ,   not  with her vengeance   ,

“   mother ( … )  “  he paused here   ,   to  allow her to explain what she meant by her words. perhaps  ,    merely  a simple misunderstanding. either way  ,  his white wings shifted slightly ,  allowing him better ease to stand up with.

Aphrodite had been cradling the fragments of a small pot, one her son had made her before, and was quite upset about breaking it. Yet she hoped that maybe it would give her a talking point about happier times, when their relationship was at its strongest.

Yet he immediately brought up his wife and her expression soured immediately. Hestia’s advice was not seeming to work this time.

“No, actually, I wasn’t.” She lifted her hands away to show him the pot before putting it down and shaking her head. Here she was trying, just trying, to reach back out and yet it seemed it was all wasted.

“But if that is all you are here to speak of, I have nothing more to say.” She stood up herself and turned away from him, hiding her expression as it crumpled. It would take a few moments to compose herself.

Aphrodite was not known for apologies, but she was staying out of her son’s wife’s way, sometimes smoothing things along. Why was it that everything she did now with him was the wrong thing to do? She just wanted her son, yet he clearly didn’t want her. He had never even tried to understand her perspective on things. Perhaps he would know it one day if he had children.

#@singofus 𝟒𝟎! [ 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝟎𝟎𝟏 . ] “It was me (…) I broke it.” ( א. )