/  /   i changed my supernatural muse <//3 

@thunderist 
            
            ⏾ ⋆.˚ ⋆°•☁︎⋆ /  /   i hope that you’re doing alright, benji! 
            
            sending you love! 

@thunderist 
            
            /  /  i often struggle with responding & such,, but i will try my best :’) <3 

@thunderist 
            
            “Kindness isn’t a crime, but… Most of those who claim to want to help really want more than that. Forgive me for being weary.” She murmured. Weighing her options in her mind a moment, she decided it wouldn’t be so bad even if he ended up wanting something in return. She’d found creative ways to repay ‘kindness’ before, she could do it again if she had to.” I wouldn’t want you to take offense. If you want to help, then who am I to stop you?”

@sunnyruler 
            
            indebted?? i wouldn’t be considering this a transaction, love. i’m not a loan shark. i am only being kind. is that a crime?  * zeus did not like seeing women struggle. any kind of woman, in any walk of life. he didn’t mind helping. he was fascinated by mortals, and how different each and every one of them were *  i would find it offensive if you did not take me up on my offer. 

@thunderist 
            
            She laughed a little at his joke before nodding.” Yeah, I’ve been… traveling for a few years now. Bouncing between shelters in the woods and cheap motels when I could afford them. I don’t tend to stay in one place for long.” She waded deeper into the water, not seeming to care how the fabric of her skirt started to get soaked.” I couldn’t ask you to help me find a place, though. I couldn’t repay you for your kindness and… I don’t like being indebted to people.”

((For Lillian?

/ !

/    pls!   smth  defensive  maybe?

\ im waiting 

@thunderist \  ohh that too ;) 

@slyshrieks 
            / let me get down on one knee 

[✶] diana lets the silence stretch just long enough to be intentional before her eyes lift to him again, slow and assessing before she speaks. 
            
            “cruel?” she echoes softly, a faint smile playing on her rosy lips, “all good things come to those who wait, my beloved king.” 
            
            the nymph shifts slightly against the pillows, the gentle kisses of moonlight catching on her skin. her eyes flick briefly to his mouth this time, subtly, before returning to meet his gaze, eyes beaconing him to come closer like a siren call. 
            
            she turns onto her side, facing him fully now, dark hair slipping behind her shoulder to expose her bare, lightly freckled shoulder, leaning just close enough to tempt. 
            
            any fool would know better than to play with a god, but diana always did like a challenge, she always did find amusement in pushing boundaries. 
            
            she hums and does a little stretch to tease him, “on the contrary, i have every intention of sleeping,” she murmurs, voice lowering slightly in a silky lilt, eyes gleaming with playful mischief, “care to join me or are you going to continue staring?”

@cosmichaaos 
            
            * zeus remains still after she pulls away, the quiet she leaves behind settling heavier than the moment itself. he watches her retreat to the bed, the almost-kiss lingering in the air. a faint exhale leaves him, something between amusement and disbelief before the familiar confidence slides back into place. *  cruel.  * he says quietly. *   to come that close only to retreat. you wound my pride.  though i suppose i should be impressed. few are brave enough to leave a god waiting.  * his gaze drifts over her where she settles into the pillows, the teasing in his expression softening into something warmer, more patient. *   navy and gold… and you in gold beside me. olympus won’t survive it. they’ll whisper. they always do. but i imagine i’ll be far too distracted to care.   * his eyes flick briefly to her lips before returning to her face, calm and certain in a way that suggests he is in no hurry at all *   you can’t possibly think you’re going to sleep now, diana. 

[✶]  diana doesn’t pull her hand away when he catches her wrist. if anything, she leans closer, just close enough that the space between them becomes something charged. her chin tilts, eyes bright with challenge and something soft that she isn't willing to admit. 
            
            “oh, i don’t make promises i have no intention of keeping,” she whispers, voice honeyed and unrepentant. “and if olympus chooses to whisper, let them. they’ve always needed something to occupy their small minds.”
            
            her fingers trail from his shoulder down the line of his arm, slow and thoughtful — assessing, as though she truly were judging the craftsmanship of a god, a finger tracing delicately over the tattoos that adorn his bicep and forearm.  she gazes up him again, closing what little distance remains. her free hand settles lightly against his chest, and this time she doesn’t move away. her gaze drops briefly to his mouth before lifting back to his eyes.
            
            “as for staring…,” a faint smile curves her lips as she leans in just a fraction more, slowly and deliberately.
            
            until her lips hover mere inches from his — close enough that the promise of a kiss hangs unmistakably in the air. close enough that her breath mingles with his and for a heartbeat, it feels inevitable and then she pauses. her mouth tilts with unmistakable mischief, rosy lips holding a smirk 
            
            “i wouldn’t stare,” she whispers, her lips still hovering just shy of his. “i would admire.”
            
            the tension lingers another breath, her nose nearly brushing his, every sign suggesting she’s about to close the distance but she doesn't.
            
            instead, she pulls back at the last possible second, unhurried and entirely pleased with herself. her fingers linger against his chest for half a heartbeat longer than necessary before slipping away as she leans back, breaking the shared moment and gently falling back into the warmth of her spot on the bed, hugging the pillow. “it's decided navy, i'll wear a gold dress to match the gold accents of your suit.”

/WE BACK

@thunderist 
            
            “ If you ask me — boredom and childish behavior go hand in hand . . . but to each their own , I guess .”
            
            The huntress responded back with a small shrug , dark hues watching as the thunderbolt cracked through the sky . 
            
            “ Practice for what if I may ask — ? I certainly pity the next guy that may provoke you enough into receiving one or  / those / in their direct path. That’ll definitely leave some permanent damage — ”

@helsings 
            
            i wouldn’t necessarily constitute my behavior as childish. maybe boredom.  * the god explains. he hurls another thunderbolt into the sky *   target practice.