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mia = mousie; notion carried, case dismissed
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been feeling dead inside for years but yeah here's a couple of happy things i guess.
my lovely friends whom i adore so so much, who make my life bright and golden and make me eager to interact with the world (nyxie, ouppy, councilor (wink wink), kay, forest)
exchanged virtual kissies with a friend because it made me laugh, which i don't do as often as i should anymore
nyxie's "music" and her laughter
Not really a lot of people i have to tag who haven't been already tagged
Tag game time!
Rules: Tell us three things that brought you joy recently (no matter how big or small). Tag as many people as you want!
I'll start
1. I had a DnD session with my friends
2. I talked to a friend again who I haven't seen in three months
3. There is regularly a squirrel just outside the window that I can watch when it visits the birdfeeder
Tags: @witchy-self-shipper @practically-an-x-man @starbirdaltair @rainedroptalks @vitamin-zeeth and whoever else wants to join in!!
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(the drawing is supposed to be peter nureyev, btw, i just adore putting him through the meat grinder)
uhhhh honestly don't have anyone to tag who hasn't been tagged/hasn't tagged me
How do people perceive you?
Post your favourite person/character anything that you're obsessed over right now and do this quiz :)
Tagging: @chaoticspeedrun @honeysleepy @varcic @blankcreator @n0vatsu @bednbunfast
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everyone and their fucking penumbra bingo cards. i only need one thing from the penumbra before this ends. i need someone to call peter nureyev "angel" in the most menacing fucking voice.
#OH MY GOD NYXIE U TOOK THE WORDS RIGHT OUT OF MY MOUTH SOMEONE CALL HIM 'ANGEL' STAT#ACTUALLY FUCK IT LILI CALLS HIM ANGEL EVEN IF THEIR DYNAMIC AIN'T LIKE THAT#peter nureyev#the penumbra podcast
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OVER 99 NOTIFS??? WTF HAPPENED WHEN I WAS ASLEEP???
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u ever watch people boop and get booped and be sad because u have not been granted boop powers
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Natalie Portman being confused by the fact that you have to say “hi” to someone before starting a conversation in France got me like ?????
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#on the roof but used to be in my (aunt's) bathroom until the new machine was bought and i put my lil mousie paw down#NO WASHING MACHINES IN MY BATHROOM!!!
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patiently waiting for slipjacksonlover and sliphater to release their thoughts. no i'm not tagging them because i'm a coward
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#*softly* my god#*chanting to myself* don't look down don't look down down look down for the love of god DON'T LOOK DOWN
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ah, I see hides behind my ears, nervously cleans my face, looks at you with my big black mousie eyes will I survive till the next part?
SONG FOR A CAGED LOVEBIRD: A TPP HADESTOWN AU
PART 8
so this one isn't in sequential order BUT it's important context that helps explain the twist at the end of part 7 and also some other things that will come up again later :)
HEY CREW IT'S FUN TIME @smidgen-of-hotboy @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @urjover @one-joe-spoopy @waters-and-the-wilde @demonic-panini
“Hey, Mista Steel?”
“Yes, Rita?”
“I got a question for ya.”
It was closing time at the bar, the last few customers finally beginning to trickle out into the arctic night air, and Juno and Rita were cleaning up empty glasses, stacking chairs, and wiping down tables. Buddy had come down from her room to “supervise” them, doing what was also known as “having her nightly shots of whisky”, and Peter was sitting with her.
“Shoot, Rita.”
“But I can’t shoot, Mista Steel! I ain’t got a gun!”’
Juno sighed heavily. “I know, Rita, it’s a figure of- nevermind. Ask your question.”
Rita swiped shot glasses off the surface of a table that had recently housed some particularly drunk travelers. “Where did that song come from?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You know!! The song!! The pretty one you sing and make the flowers and stuff show up! Where did it come from?”
“I-” Juno paused mid-lifting a chair. “You know, I’m not really sure. It feels so familiar, like I’ve heard it before, but I’m not sure from where. I just came up with it, I guess.”
“Oh, but you have heard it before, darling. Have you ever heard the story of Hades and Persephone?” Buddy called, finishing one of the several shots lined up before her.
“Hades and Persephone? Like the gods?” Peter asked, his brow lightly scrunched in thought. “I thought that was nothing more than an old fairytale.”
“Exactly so, Pete. But sometimes fairytales can hold valuable information regarding one’s current situation.” Buddy slid a shot across the counter to Peter, who caught it expertly. “I told you their story once a while back, Juno, dear. Why don’t you recite it to us?”
“Uhhhhhh……” Juno had all the eagerness of a deer with a gun at its neck. “Can I say no?”
Buddy sighed dramatically before taking another shot. “I suppose I cannot force you. Very well then. If Juno will not tell it, then it appears I must take matters into my own hands. Gather round, children. It’s time for a story.”
Rita stopped working and happily trotted over to Buddy’s chair, taking a seat on the floor as eagerly as ever, and Juno slowly and reluctantly made his way over behind her. Buddy tended to tell stories about the old times, stories of gods and heros and monsters, almost like she had actually been there. She hadn’t, of course. But she excelled in acting like she had.
“Now. Once upon a time, there was a god who was the king of the Underworld. His name was Hades, and he lived in Hadestown, way down under the ground, where the air is hot and the souls are many. Whether the town was named after him or he was named after the town is a fact that has been lost to history, my dear, but that is besides the point.
“He was rather lonely, this king, despite all his glorious wealth and all the souls living in the underworld. So, he made the decision to look for a wife. He went up to the surface to find the other gods and discuss his plan with them, but as soon as he made it up, he saw her there. Dancing in her mother’s garden in the sunlight and fresh air. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her name was Persephone, darlings, the goddess of spring and rebirth.
“He saw her standing there, alone against the great blue sky, and was overcome with a feeling he had never known before: he was in love.” At this, Juno and Peter, who had been holding hands beneath the table gave each other a look, and Juno squeezed Peter’s hand tightly.
Buddy continued: “He spoke with her a while and convinced her to come home with him and be his wife. Persephone’s mother threw a fit, of course, but we can never rely on the opinions of our parents to be the correct ones. They were married and lived quite happily after that, with the exception of Persephone having to spend six months away from Hades to ensure a successful spring and summer back on the surface. It was believed that this cycle between them is what created the seasons and the rhythm of the earth.
“The point of the matter is this, Juno dear: the song you sing to bring the flowers back now is the same song Hades sang for Persephone at their wedding, the same song they both sang to keep the rest of the world in harmony. At least in the version I’ve been told.”
Juno looked suddenly thoughtful, chewing on his lower lip. “Ohhhhhhh. So that’s why it can do all of that stuff. It was already connected to the seasons even before I-”
“WAITAMINUTE!” Rita cried, nearly bursting in her excitement. “If those old gods ‘n stuff really made the seasons happen, then why did they stop? What happened to Persephone? Is she okay? ARE WE GONNA HAVE TO GO ON A HEIST TO SAVE HER??”
Buddy chuckled warmly and shook her head. “No, I’m afraid not, Rita dear. You see, Persephone doesn’t exist anymore.”
“‘Doesn’t exist anymore’? Whatever do you mean, Ms. Aurinko?” Peter asked, tilting a head.
Buddy raised an flaming red eyebrow and tossed some of her long hair over her shoulder. “I believe I told you to stop calling me Ms. Aurinko and start calling me Buddy.”
“My mistake. It’s a force of habit Ms.- Buddy.”
She smiled then, all neat white teeth and gentle affection. “Thank you, Pete. And to answer your question, I mean to say that the original Persephone is dead. Has been for centuries.”
“She’s- she’s- she’s dead?” Rita whispered, eyes wide and brimming with tears. “Whatdaya mean she’s dead, Ms. A? She can’t be dead! That means spring is neva comin’ back eva again and we’re all gonna die and-”
“No, no, no, Rita dear. I said Persephone was dead. I never said the goddess was dead. You see, the gods, as much as they would like to be, are not entirely immortal. Sometimes, they get into situations where they die, whether by man or by each other, and their positions in the pantheon are left open. Those gods will then be reincarnated with new names, and allowed to resume their place in the pantheon. The original Hades and Persephone died quite some time ago and have reportedly had a few reincarnations since then. It seems that perhaps the reason the seasons are so wrong now is because something has happened to Persephone’s reincarnation.”
An uneasy silence fell over the table. It wasn’t hard to put the pieces together and figure out that whatever had happened was clearly very, very bad for the world to be in the state it was. Maybe they were stuck somewhere. Maybe being held captive. Maybe even actually dead, with no reincarnation to follow. The gruesome possibilities were endless.
“Well. I must say, that was a cheerful note to end the evening on. Let’s liven up the mood in here a bit, shall we?” Buddy said, shattering the silence and standing from her seat. “Finish the rest of these shots for me, darlings. And then, Juno, would you be a doll and play us a tune on the piano? I feel a bit like dancing tonight.”
Juno grinned. It was going to be a long night.
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me: chat what do we think
the angel and devil on my shoulders: can you not call us that please
#juno vespa and rita respectively#don't ask me why (or do ;))))#juno steel#vespa ilkay#rita [redacted]#the penumbra podcast
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of course u can! like, I contain multitudes and so can u!
And thus by putting Lucifer as my Tumblr avatar picture I have completed the trifecta of fandoms: a TMA name, TPP posts, and a Hazbin Hotel pfp. Truly I have achieved perfect balance.
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three-ish days until the new ep, how r we feeling
#couldn't be me because i always read the transcripts first so that i know how to emotionally brace myself#but in all seriousness i love the transcripts bc they hype me up for the episode#the penumbra podcast
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reblog to give a strawberry to the person you reblogged this from
#a strawberry for me and a strawberry for u!#apparently i really like strawberries?? according to my dad at least so i guess i like them??#me adding backstory to a strawberry given by a friend to a friend
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LGBT more like. Let’s Go To Bed. Let’s go bed to. Let’s. It’s bedtime.
#juno dragging peter off to sleep after annoying him for the better part of the evening#alt: sleepy delirious mumblings by me#no in-between#the penumbra podcast
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