mysirencall:

Mythology -> Greek Mythology -> Sculptures of figures from Greek Mythology

1. Andromeda (x), 2. Ganymede (x), 3. Aphrodite (x), 4. Castor and Pollux (x), 5. Hercules (x), 6. Artemis (x), 7. Athena (x), 8. Terpsichore (x), 9. Hermes (x), 10. Hephaestus (x), 11. Calliope (x), 12. Achilles (x), 13. Eurydice (x), 14. Dionysus (x), 15. Hera (x). 16. Orpheus (x), 17. Hades (x), 18. Apollo (x

Atop Notre Dame - closed rp with bringsyoudreams

humphreycvalentine:

A heavy chuckle only because Sandy’s reaction was just comical. Even when his accent was nearly unnoticeable from years of speaking English and other tongues, it came out thick and visible in his next words at the Sandman’s sand messages.

Vraiment, vraiment. Heh. Ne pensez pas que vous différent des autres.

Of course, he only meant it that all the Guardians were treated with that respect. Mr. Bunnymund, Ms. Toothiana, Mr, North and Mr. Frost. All were given this, because Humphrey had a respect and had wished to show it.

Nor did he trust the Guardians, to some extent. Not because he didn’t think he could, no. Humphrey just wasn’t a trusting person to give himself so open to others who did not know him.

At the other messages, Humphrey just nodded and shrugged in return. As long as Sanderson would make no argument, Humphrey wouldn’t say nothing else. The Cupid glanced out towards the city of Paris, and felt his shoulders relax, feeling slightly at ease at the thought of some quiet company.

"If you do not mind this young Cupid, then I will remain on my perch, Mr. Sanderson."

Sandy merely raised a brow, taking note of the accent but thinking none of it - many spirits used to be human, and some retained their accents as well as their languages when they changed. Others, instead, picked up accents different from their own, in such a manner that it became hard to guess where they were from. So, he stored the information, but was left with nothing to do with it.

Far from being uncomfortable, Sandy shifted slightly to focus his attention more on the man nearby, letting the sand take care of what it needed while he chatted with Cupid. ‘I do not mind, company is always good. Except when it isn’t.’

'I hope you do not mind me referring to you without titles, or is that a requirement to hold a conversation with you?' He wasn't one to address others as 'Mr' or 'Sir', but if that was what Cupid wanted, why not?

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((man it’s been so long since I’ve drawn Sandy))

((man it’s been so long since I’ve drawn Sandy))

aradia-in-the-tardis:

kateitron:

hollywoodforthebirds:

thinkhappythoughtsornot:

kaeleeb:

fuckyeahitssummeralexis:

honestly the most beautiful thing i’ve ever read

….whut.
Well, shit.



Damn

meh, meh, mEH, MEH, MEH, MEH, MEH, MEH, MEH, MEH, MEH, MEH!!!!!!!!


theres a time and a place for mucking around

aradia-in-the-tardis:

kateitron:

hollywoodforthebirds:

thinkhappythoughtsornot:

kaeleeb:

fuckyeahitssummeralexis:

honestly the most beautiful thing i’ve ever read

….whut.

Well, shit.

image

Damn

meh, meh, mEH, MEH, MEH, MEH, MEH, MEH, MEH, MEH, MEH, MEH!!!!!!!!

theres a time and a place for mucking around

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oceanicchimera asked: She's asleep next to Isleen, a hand covering her muzzle. But for once shining gold dreams evade her. The dreams that dance above her head are tarnished, a dull bronze. It shows the sadness that had been building recently, pressing on her tender heart. There are faint tear lines as she cried in her sleep.

oceanicchimera:

bringsyoudreams:

He’s tired when he gets home, and like every time he comes back and Mag and Isleen are already asleep, he detours towards their room to watch over them for a little while.

He’s seen Isleen get bigger with time and felt both her and Magolor grow apart. He’s been kind of a shitty parent.

His hands trace the path of Magolor’s tears softly and he sighs new sand to replace the one that’s dancing above her head - not that he thinks it’ll help that much. Today though, instead of floating back to his room to sleep (and he has noticed he doesn’t get much sleep lately, even when he can), he curls up against the back of Magolor’s head, listening to her strong heart and deep breaths while he begins to fall asleep.

"It’s fine Sandy. If you worked from here who could keep nightmares in check? It’s enough for me to just talk and have your company for some time. Maybe you could bring a phone with you? Isleen seeing your face would be enough to soothe her I’m sure when we video call."

'I'm sure I'll find a way. I just want to spend more time with the both of you.' He sighed and let his eyes close. 'But the phone sounds like a good idea. You could call me every time Isleen starts looking for me.'

'Or whenever you want, really.'

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oceanicchimera asked: She's asleep next to Isleen, a hand covering her muzzle. But for once shining gold dreams evade her. The dreams that dance above her head are tarnished, a dull bronze. It shows the sadness that had been building recently, pressing on her tender heart. There are faint tear lines as she cried in her sleep.

oceanicchimera:

bringsyoudreams:

He’s tired when he gets home, and like every time he comes back and Mag and Isleen are already asleep, he detours towards their room to watch over them for a little while.

He’s seen Isleen get bigger with time and felt both her and Magolor grow apart. He’s been kind of a shitty parent.

His hands trace the path of Magolor’s tears softly and he sighs new sand to replace the one that’s dancing above her head - not that he thinks it’ll help that much. Today though, instead of floating back to his room to sleep (and he has noticed he doesn’t get much sleep lately, even when he can), he curls up against the back of Magolor’s head, listening to her strong heart and deep breaths while he begins to fall asleep.

"We missed you too. Isleen has been trying to find you. She sometimes had a tantrum because she couldn’t find you." Nothing Magolor’s mother couldn’t handle.

Her heart now soothed she settled down, cuddling her two precious ones. Sandy needed his rest and she was more than willing to be his bed for the moment. She did have paperwork to do.

Guilt settled in his chest, quieting the sand for a moment. ‘I could try working from here. Haven’t done that in a while, but I used to do that a long time ago. That way I’d always be around for the both of you.’

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oceanicchimera asked: She's asleep next to Isleen, a hand covering her muzzle. But for once shining gold dreams evade her. The dreams that dance above her head are tarnished, a dull bronze. It shows the sadness that had been building recently, pressing on her tender heart. There are faint tear lines as she cried in her sleep.

oceanicchimera:

bringsyoudreams:

He’s tired when he gets home, and like every time he comes back and Mag and Isleen are already asleep, he detours towards their room to watch over them for a little while.

He’s seen Isleen get bigger with time and felt both her and Magolor grow apart. He’s been kind of a shitty parent.

His hands trace the path of Magolor’s tears softly and he sighs new sand to replace the one that’s dancing above her head - not that he thinks it’ll help that much. Today though, instead of floating back to his room to sleep (and he has noticed he doesn’t get much sleep lately, even when he can), he curls up against the back of Magolor’s head, listening to her strong heart and deep breaths while he begins to fall asleep.

"You don’t have to try for me. I’m more worried for Isleen." Being alone was something she was sadly used to as a child. She feared Isleen would suffer the same fate.

"I’m just glad for what time we can spend together. It’d be selfish to ask more time of you." Magolor sits up slowly, cradling them both in her arms. "I will always be here afterall when you return."

Shaking his head, he let the symbols form naturally. ‘I’m going to try for both of you.’ Magolor mattered to him as much as Isleen, and she deserved just as much as her. ‘And for myself, as well.’

'I missed you both.' He lets his head rest against her chest, snuggling into the fur. 

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