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"What the fuck?" Julie barks a laugh again. They seem to bubble up like the bobber of a fishing rod when it's caught a particularly good catch. Who is the rod and who is the fish?  Julie takes a step toward the couch, not quite prepared to collapse against it again, but feeling as if she is losing an eternal battle. "I think you deserve, like, one acre at the most. That should be enough for. One goat. Sir."

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     Her first instinct is if you have a farm and a goat to tend to, does that mean you will have a responsibility to stay or return to if you leave? But her second instincts: “Well — I already, like. You know. Bought you a whole fucking. Place, pretty much. How much. More expensive could a tiny farm be? Right?”

     “Oh, but I want an expensive one. My goats deserve only the best.”   She may notice that they have upscaled from one goat to a plural amount of goats.

#whinedarksea #ic #ic: main. #arc: three. #and thread 13 uwu

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The highs pause there, like a rollercoaster's train hovering at the top of a steep incline. Except. She can tell there's no fun at the bottom.

Her eyes flick to his hair. Then away. Then somewhere else.

In an effort to stave it, but knowing the swoop in her stomach is an inevitable fall, she says: "You're — thinking of leaving?"

It's meant to be lighthearted. But Julie doesn't know if she quite pulls it off.

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     She blinks at him, still riding many different highs.

     “Doesn’t it mean, to like, go on an epic journey or whatever. Like an. Odyssey.” A beat. “I don’t know what kind of epic journey you’re planning on achieving in New York — well. I suppose there’s a lot you could do. But. Based on what I’ve seen. Your life doesn’t seem super … journey… -y.” Lots of sitting in coffee shops and singing a bunch.

     “No,”   he says, without hesitation. That isn’t what it means. It’s what it’s come to mean, and if you have to ask how he feels about his name being synonymous with poor wayfaring strangers, you haven’t been paying attention.

     “And… maybe.”   This is a thought he’s turned over in his mind now and again, but didn’t expect to hear from her. It’s not as if he’s had much luck here — usually that’s all the divine sign he needs to move on. Odysseus’ hand goes through his curls again.   “Maybe I’ve stayed too long.”

#thread 11 uwu u #whinedarksea #ic #ic: main. #arc: three.

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Julie pets his hand with her free hand for as long as he needs. She doesn't quite realize that, for a few long moments, her gentle fingertips were stroking the indent where a ring would sit on his hand.  The crying for her has been slow and steady, but peters out well before his. Is that a lack of sympathy or is that normal? Julie does not know.

As he weeps on her, she finds her chin turning over his head, and her glancing at the window — in reflections, she can see people glancing their way. Other transit goers who have it in their head for judgment. Well, fuck them, she thinks. Julie tucks her chin almost more pointedly over him to see them, and in an uncharacteristic moment, stares at them until they glance away.

The moments pass. Julie finds herself feeling — something. Feels calm.

When he releases her fingers, she lets him — flowers her grip open like an easy flower. She says, considering: "I think we missed our stop." And then, after a beat: "Do you want to say more?"

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      “That’s not the point,” she warbles and half-laughs, louder now for her indignance. The reaction has her taking her hand from the back of his to pat at his arm, insistent. “I’m — empathizing, or like, whatever the fuck?” 

      Feelings are fucking hard! Okay!!

      “You can like.” She’s not looking at him. Just looking through the window again, and then to the other window, and another — can’t seem to find a place to land. “Cry or whatever. As much as you want. Whatever. I don’t — care. It’s fine.”

     She seems as if she cares.

     But not in the bad way. And Odysseus is too tired to want to look at her, either. So goddamn fucking weary that he just puts his head down on her, like it’s too heavy to hold up anymore, and misses home with all of his heart. He misses his wife. He hates knowing he’ll never see the one again, hates not knowing if he’ll ever see the other, hates wandering, hates not being able to give up.

     There’s no turn in the grief. If his story is still going book by book to a divine burst of light and inspiration, he’s still waiting for it. But she lets him weep until he’s wept himself out, until all he utters is the off-beat, hiccuping gasp of a child after a fit.

     At some point he realizes he’s probably squeezed all the blood out of her fingers, as well as his, and lets go.

#whinedarksea #ic #ic: main. #arc: three. #:) #this is thread 7

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"Ugh, I know."

Julie inspects herself, pinching at her dress at the thigh and twisting this way and that. Swish goes the dress, a flowy black thing, and revealed in winks of fabric is a classy pair of heels to go along with it. She pulls a face at them. "I was kind of hoping. I was done with the heel life. But noooo. Fucking. High society wants women to die, I guess."

A sudden glance at his shoes.  "—Where are your heels?"

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      The way that she scrutinizes Odysseus, brow furrowing and arms folding and gaze turning shrewd, calculated – it’s mostly a ruse, but there is a little part of her that is warring inside. Should she say what she thinks – that he looks good? Better than good – sharp and styling? Hot?

      No. She cannot possibly do that. 

      So instead, cocking her chin: “Your, uh.” Her hands rise to her own throat, where her own bow-tie would have been. “It’s a little.” She mimics fixing it, turning clockwise.

    ( For a brief moment, her fingers – her hands – twitch, like they want to reach out. But in the end, her smile fainter but still ever genuine, they fold together over her clavicle. )

     “Hmm.”   He tries to fix the bowtie, but he’s fairly sure he only makes it worse, which would be the usual outcome. But now that she’s had her once-over, it doesn’t unduly concern him. As long as — well, it sounds cheesy, but it’s the relevant point — as long as she’s happy to see him, how straight his tie lies is just details.

     Odysseus draws her shoulders into a sideways hug, not from shyness but in order to avoid ruining outfit or makeup. At a regular volume, but into her hair, he says,   “You, on the other hand, look perfect. And you’ve grown a few inches.”

#whinedarksea #this is thread six :) #ic #ic: main. #arc: two. #before i even started tagging arcs

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let it be known i HAVE written replies.. just.. not here..

#on.. a different rp medium #BUT IVE WRITTEN FOUR DAYS IN A ROW SO FAR. SO TUMBLRS TIME IS COMING #ooc

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out of character. it is everett's birthday and i love him

1) scottish tweet that lives in my heart forever

2) "I BELIEVE IN MISTER GRAVES" button left over from an ill-advised and obviously ill-fated foray into local politics. asked if his history with organized white collar crime might be incongruent with a career in politics, everett answers "lol no"

3) everett and julie ( @glacierfront ). he gets to win just this once because it's his birthday

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR EVERETT EVEN IF U ARE A PIECE OF SHIT #😊😊😊😊😊 #*ice queen. #*save. #*everett.

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i have the week off 😌 perhaps i shall write a reply or two 😌

#or will i 👀 #me x consistent activity........ never fuckin heard of it. dont ship it. crackship of all time #ooc

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i SHOULD take anotehr stab at a general multi. what was my most recent attempt

#ooc #i wanna write bruce banner again. i tried writing him on a marvel forum and i enjoyed it but the forum vibe was kinda rancid #god what WAS my mos trecent multi.... idk...

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he'd always hold my head under the water a little too long. 'cause he wanted me to be all guts no glory; "all survivor, no guilt" he said.

indie multimuse rp blog. escapees from an evil science lab, survivors of a cult, current members of a different cult, and other people just like you and me.

currently featuring androma.che of scythia, ale.x mane.s, and (modern, canon divergent) mercutio.

rules. roster. template credit.

#incredible writing #*promo.

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was LITERALLY going to come in here and do this when i first read this line but i think i read it when i was at work/supposed to be sleeping so i did NOT get a chance to show up here ( your bud reminded me i wanted to )!!! but the line she knew her mother longer, and with each sigh from her an omen made me go FUCKING INSANE BECAUSE THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT IT FEELS LIKE im gnawing on the drywall im going to eat DIRT actually.

ME WHEN !!!!

😍😍🤩🤩😍😍🎇🎇🎇🎆🎆🎇🎆🎆🎇🎆🎇✨✨🎉✨🎉🎊🎊✨

#THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #honestly whenever someone sighs it's like... ok...... time to feel bad for 7 hours #ooc #heheheh uwuwuwuuwuwuwuwuuwuw #*save.

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"Slowly. Slowly. The cog finds its teeth." Julie this makes me insane. I am chewing on the walls I WILL SWALLOW INSULATION. YOU ARE SO GOOD

me when i read this 😊😊😊‼️😊‼️😊‼️😊💯😊😊‼️😊😊🎉😊🎉😊💯😊💪😊💯😊🤩🤩😊🤩😊‼️😊💯🙌✨️✨️🙌✨️✨️😊😊‼️✨️‼️✨️💯😊😌👌👌👌👌✨️✨️😳😳😳

#THANK U........ #*save. #me recently: ugh my writing sucks again is plain and boring etc #u (and also randi and alec in my dms): NOT SO FAST!!! #swooping in like heroes..................... very well. my ego will inflate again

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julie and odysseus' first interactions together were in 2017 and now in 2024 she is finally clueing into the reality of the situation. but ooooonly barely

#ooc #she has heard but she doesnt understand....

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His scar is smooth. Bumpy. Her fingers are cold.

She stares at her fingers, and then at Argos' fur underneath her, as he talks. She listens — truly listens, instead of thinking of how best to make fun of him, as she often does — and slowly.

Slowly.

The cog finds its teeth.

Her ears feel very warm. Her arm is starting to tingle. She feels, in her index finger against his skin, the need to twitch. She channels all of her energy into not twitching. Because twitching would be — weird.

What's not weird, to her, is saying, slow: "Do. You mean." A long beat. "Like." Another. "Reincarnation?"

"No," he says, shaking his head and kind of laughing, but in a broken-sounding way. "No, I don't get to choose. I was named Odysseus by my mother's father. It means to be hated. He had enough enemies to pass some on to me."

Lifting his leg back onto the couch, Odysseus rolls his pants to the knee to show her the old, puckered gouge that runs from his calf up his thigh. He takes her hand, stretching her arm across Argos, and puts her fingers back where they were. Was it only a few minutes ago? "When I was a boy, he took me hunting on the mountain. A boar's tusk gave me this. It's the only scar I still have.

"I left my wife and child to go to war for a woman whose name you forgot. I fought for ten years. I was lost — another ten years — but I made my way home and I met my son as a man full-grown and I could never make up that time, never. But they sang songs about me, and the songs became poems, and the poems became a story. That was long after I died. And still, I cannot get back the time. I only have the story."

#whinedarksea #ic #ic: main. #arc: four. #julie: this was not on my bingo list

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The way her eyes dart to his, wide, isn't a betrayal of fear or anxiety or anything of a negative nature at all.

Rather, she is thinking: what the hell? Was her name supposed to sound that hot on purpose? Or? Is he supposed to be scary or not, right now?!?!?

A flicker of a glance away. And then back. And then: "It's not. Like. Something you have to convince me of. Like. If you —"

Right? Name changes aren't just for those questioning their gender identity, she thinks. (Not that she knows if Odysseus is questioning it or not. She thinks he is not. She's pretty sure he is not.) People should be able to... experiment as they wish.

And she is nothing if not a supportive ally!

"If you're Odysseus, then you're Odysseus, dude."

"Julie."

Says it tired, affectionate, commanding. His tone distracts the dog momentarily from Julie's hand, but Odysseus is only looking at her, now.

"Don't humor me as if you're talking to a child. Disbelieve me, or call me a liar, but know that I intend—I want—to be believed."

#whinedarksea #ic #ic: main. #arc: four. #IM SOOO SORRY ODYSSEUS

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can't believe julie is like "yeah he's odysseus" but she doesnt like believe it in her heart

#julie's like no i believe it! it's true! #but if odysseus were like yeah that was a lie what i said. she'd be like. im so surprised (sarcasm) #ooc

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rp tierlist which u should do <3

#ooc #loooove missing scenes #thats usually all i wanna do when i make canon rp blogs #just fill in the gaps that i wanted to see more of #TY SHERRY FOR TAGGING ME