#I love Xanthus so much he is my life
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If you could pick one character to spend the rest of your life with, who would it b?
I mean obviously you are going to say Alex but if not him 😛🥰
LMAOOOOOO ANON YOU GOT JOKES
This is hard, because I’m really attached to most of these characters! But, if I have to choose, it would most definitely be Xanthus!
From the very beginning he has been a real one. He looked out for us when we were getting stalked by Yandere boy, he was there when Fran was about to put us on a shirt, and he was still there when went on that mission. He took care of us every step of the way, and loves us in all of our entirety.
He never tries to run away from his problems, either. And I think he has the most integrity out of every character of the Sakuverse. He has more than a few skeletons in his closet and makes sure he doesn’t run away from any of them. He doesn’t make excuses for his actions—like when he accidentally killed Audric’s entire family. Even when Dontis was trying to give him an out by saying, “You didn’t know”, or “It was an accident”, he wasn’t taking ANY of that. He made sure to be honest about every kill he’s ever made, and doesn’t forget them because “they’re engraved in him.” He doesn’t whine about how hard life is, or throws a pity party whenever he makes a fatal decision. He simply recognizes the repercussions that will come with the choice he’s going to make, and simply lives with it—and that’s so commendable.
He loves art, (which is amazing, because I’m an artist), and is just a reliable person overall! I do admit, that he can be a bit overboard when it comes to the whole ‘possessive’ aspect of his personality, but compared to him, humans are weak and their lives last as long as mayflies. He is possessive because he wants to make sure that he can spend every last moment with us, and I think that’s beautiful.
If I was ever in a bind, I know he’ll be there for me. :)
And I also know that he’ll look after my kin after I’m gone, too. Which I find even more endearing.
Thanks for the ask! ❤️
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"I miss you more than life itself, my love"
xanthus lost you over 20 years ago, but now, he bumped into someone who looks exactly like you.
(His pov)
It constantly feels like I'm in hell. It's been 20 years, but it felt like yesterday when I lost the one person who made me want to continue living, to value my life, and to make sure I wake up the next day. It feels like yesterday when I held their lifeless, bloodied, and cold body in my arms. Ever since that day, ever since our bond disappeared, the world just felt so...dull. it felt so empty, so cold. I miss their warmth, I miss their beautiful, bright smile, I miss waking up and sleeping next to them, I miss us. If I were to given the choice to lose the world or to get the love of my life back, I would gladly watch the whole world burn with my love back my arms, because the world is meaning less without my love.
It was one of those days where dontis would force me to take a walk around the city. He insisted that it was for my own good, to finally feed, but even if I tried, I couldn't. The taste of another person's blood on my tongue tasted absolutely disgusting. Dontis took me to a nearby beach. It was windy, and it was sundown. It reminded me of my love. I closed my eyes and let the scene in front of me sink in, letting my brain remind me of all the times me and my love could have had together. The sound of the waves hitting the shore every second, the wind hitting my body, the smell of the ocean, God, they would've loved this.
"I have a good feeling they would've loved this place," dontis said, breaking the silence, making me open my eyes. I couldn't bare to stay here any longer, not when I had the privilege to hear and admire this scenery and my love couldn't. "This was a stupid idea. Let's just go, " I said as I turned back to return to the place we came from. Dontis tried to reason with me, to let me stay, but I didn't want to. I was too caught up in my own thoughts that I didn't even notice that someone else was behind me, causing us to bump into each other. "I apologize, I didn't mean to–" my sentence was cut short when I lifted my head to see who I've collided with. It was my deceased love, staring back at me with those soft, beautiful eyes with a smile that could've lit up the whole room.
They were beautiful. "...love?" I whispered out, feeling hot tears forming in my eyes along with the lump in my throat. It didn't take long for dontis to catch up with me, and he looked just as shocked as I was "I'm sorry..?" The person in front of me said, visibly confused and concerned. They sounded just like them, too. "Xanthus. You're scaring them, " dontis said, holding onto my shoulder. I was analyzing their face, trying to find anything that proved my love was just right in front of me, but that was when I saw it. A birthmark, underneath their bottom lip. It had felt like my heart had been ripped out of my body. It wasn't my love. "I–I'm sorry. I thought you were... someone I knew." I managed to choke out as dontis began to lead us back to his place.
It's been 20 long, agonizing years since I lost them, but it was only until now that I realized, no matter how much I wish for my love to be back, no matter how much I've played back all our memories in my head, my love was gone. For good. I've had absolutely nothing to lose now.
A/n: FINALLY DONE WITH MY FIRST FIC!! It's been in my drafts for a while, so i decided to finish it up now. sorry if it's bad, I tried my best🥹. This is my very first fic ever, so please be nice. Also keep in mind that English isn't my first language, so I hope you'll excuse my bad grammar. 🙏🙏
#zsakuva#xanthus#zsakuva fan fics#angst#why did i do this#please be nice#i feel like this is SOOO dramatic LMAO#ashy's works♡#this is so bad#i hate this#xanthus claiborne#xanthus zsakuva#zsakuva xanthus
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Ranking Sakuverse Characters!
I've seen a couple of these on my feed and thought I'd give it a try :))
- Zaros
I honestly don't know how he made his way to the top. When he was first let out of saku's basement, I raved about how much of an asshole he is and that I'd never like him but uhhh that didn’t quite age well did it?🤡 I also LOVEEEEEE fantasy settings so he definitely has my attention there.
- Andrew
Would've been number 1 if it wasn't for that menace of a man (seriously help me) Andrew was the first character I was introduced to and I love him too damn much. Forbidden romance always had me running laps and the way this man speaks AGHEHWJEJWJKSWKKWKSKW ACCENT>>>
- Xanthus
He's a vampire and I. LOVE. VAMPIRES. (No, I have not seen Twilight tho) Like come over here and take all my blood idc (I have iron deficiency💀) But on a serious note Xanthus is such a cool character and his story is a genius concept! Can't wait to see him beat Audric's ass🙏
- Isaac
Pookie wookie Isaac! I loved the slowburn of his story and I really enjoyed his chatacter development. He's so thoughtful and sweet too🥹 Deserves all the kisses!
- Jonah
As everyone has been saying GAMER BOY GAMER BOY GAMER BOY GAMER BOY +he gives me huge malewife energy! Need I say more?
- Elias
Another gamer boy, only partially but it counts! I especially enjoyed when he forced batista to call him pretty😭 like yes baby you are pretty DEMAND TO BE CALLED A PRETTY BOY! I also loveee his ear piercings! He's one of the reasons I got some myself🤭
- Kayson
Oh I love this idiot, he's another character that gives me malewife vibes. He's so supportive and sweet! Everyone deserves a Kayson in their life!
- Dontis
I didn't expect him to be this far down on my list😭 Dontis is quite the character. He's unique and I definitely feel his charm radiating through my screen. (He better make it out alive or I'm going to start a war) Oh and also accent>>> (Can you tell I'm a sucker for accents?)
- Rowan
GOLDEN RETRIEVER BOY. He's so damn sweet and I can't wait to see how his story progresses!
- Asirel
I spell this man's name wrong on a regular (Azirel/ Asriel) so if you've seen that look the other way pookie.
His motives and his relationship with pet is interesting and I wanna see what happens next!
- Cevyk
Just a silly, goofy guy (not really) The skin peeling caught me off guard but I think its very creative. I mean he's a demon what were we expecting when we sold our soul😭 This is another story I can't wait to see develop in the future!
- Alex
No. Absolutely not🧍♀️ I loved him at first but god that whole argument to break-up segment really freaking hurt me. So now his dumbass at the bottom
Extra
Tried to watch Luca vids but his voice reminds me of someone I used to know😭 I got war flashbacks and quit💀 but he seems like a cutie patootie!
#zsakuva#sakuverse#asmr#zaros#zaros atha’lin#andrew#andrew marston#xanthus#xanthus claiborne#isaac#isaac rhoades#jonah#elias#kayson#dontis#rowan#asirel#cevyk#alex
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My love
꧁Xanthus met his deceased love?꧂
Hesitantly, xanthus followed along. Stepping inside the small cozy cafe, the bell softly rang, letting the barista know that there were new customers. A young beautiful woman sat in the corner beside the window, raised her head from her book observing the young men that had entered. Xanthus turned his head to the young woman as he felt a pair of eyes on him. His eyes widened as he looked at her. His heart skipped a beat as he made eye contact with the woman. His deceased wife looks back at him. Hearing his heartbeat, dontis stepped closer. “Xanthus, what is it?” Dontis turned his head to the direction Xanthus was focused on. He froze as the familiar face of his friend’s deceased wife started back at them. Xanthus’s breath began to shake as did his body.
How could the love of his life die in his arms, only for her to be smiling back at him well and alive?
“Love…?”
Xanthus whispered under his breath. His voice was desperate, desperate to know that the love of his life was well and breathing. Desperate to know that the woman he sees is not a fragment of his imagination. “Excuse me?” The young woman said in a soft gentle tone, so much like his love’s. His heart began beating faster, and the sliver of hope he had once let go came rushing back. He hoped that what he had witnessed, was some sick twisted prank his enemies were playing on him. Seeing the state that he was in, the woman gave him a worried expression. “Sir, are you alright?” “Sir„ she called him. That one word echoed through his ears. That sliver of hope was soon cut by that word.
Who knew that by one word, you could crush someone’s hopes and dreams?
His eyes began watering as he saw the once-concerned face of his lover. Dontis placed a hand on his back. “Breath xanthus, you are scaring her” he whispered to him as he gently comforted him. Xanthus analyzed her face, only to find soft freckles that his wife didn’t have. He let out a shuddering breath as his heart ached even more. “I’m sorry I….I thought I knew you. Forgive me.” He said before quickly exiting the cafe as tears started falling from his eyes rapidly. His body began trembling as he got closer to the river. Dontis followed after him, catching him in his arms as Xanthus crumbled into pieces.
Xanthus let out broken sobs as he pressed his back onto Dontis’ chest looking for comfort. He started gasping for air, only for his lungs to be met with tears. Dontis rubbed his arm gently, trying to ease him. Xanthus curled into a ball hiding his face in his knees as his hands grasped onto his hair in distress. “Easy xanthus…easy.” Whispered Dontis in his ear. Xanthus fell backward onto Dontis’ chest, gasping for air. He looked up at the starry night, hoping he’d hear his lover's voice talking about how much she loved the stars, her finger pointing out in the sky as she excitedly spoke to him more about her passion for learning more about what lies above. “Ah! Xanthus look!” She said excitedly as she pointed at the sky. “You can see Jupiter from here- oh! Did you know, that Jupiter was meant to be a star but it failed?! Because it was too small to handle the chemical reactions…. Xanthus.” Her voice began to fade as another started calling for him. It sounded so familiar yet strange. “Xanthus.” The voice kept calling his name. “Xanthus!” Xanthus blinked his eyes, finding himself still lying against Dontis.
“Are you alright? You passed out on me. I wanted to bring you back to my house but carrying an unconscious vampire is not a wise thing to do.” Dontis said, trying to get at least a smile from Xanthus. Xanthus got up dizzily, knees barely holding him up. Dontis got up holding him firmly under his arm. “I’ve got you.” He reassured Xanthus. Dontis then moved his arm around his waist propping him up. Xanthus walked alongside him, breathing heavily and groaning. “What have I done…?” He said in a broken voice as he pushed off Dontis. “I…I can walk on my own.” Dontis grabbed him by the waist and put Xanthus’ arm around his shoulder for balance. “No, you can’t. You can’t even stand properly without me helping you.” He sighs. “C'mon, let’s go.”
#zsakuva#angst#xanthus#writers on tumblr#writer stuff#late night writing#Saku#dontis#I’ll write fluff later I swear
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— 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫
✧·˚ the few times xanthus and love had some domestic moments together
𝓲.
“so you take the hair and go over and then under, you see?” dontis explains how to do a fishtail braid to you while using himself as a example.
“wow it’s really that simple?” he nods.
“yep it’s best not to over think it, it becomes muscle memory after a while, did you wanna try it for yourself?” you nod excitedly.
“i would love too.”
after a while you feel as though you’ve mastered the braid.
“i like this braid, it’s so simple but it looks so complicated and in turn it’s prettier.”
“i think you’ve perfected the braid now, you’ve been at it for hours and each new braid you make is better then the last.”
just as you finish combing out the braid from dontis’ hair, xanthus walks through the door, no doubt coming back from a fruitless search on some more information about the organization hunting him.
xanthus is clearly exhausted but still walks over to sitting on the couch and places a kiss on your cheek.
“i’ll be in the bedroom read if you need me love.”
you nod and watch him walk quietly to the bedroom. dontis picks up on your concern for him and chimes in.
“i have an idea, why don’t you try out your new braid skills on xanthus hm?”
you practically beam at the idea and thank dontis before quickly leaving to the bedroom. you knock softly on the door before hearing a ‘come in love’ from the other side.
“xanthus could i braid your hair?” you ask as you open the door to him sitting in bed reading a book.
“how many books do you think you’ve read?” you ask focusing on the braid you’re creating with his blonde hair.
“far too many for me to count. love are you sure you want to braid my hair? surely it would be easier to braid dontis’ since his is much longer than mine.”
“you’re probably right and he’d probably make less of a fuss about it.” xanthus looks up from his book, dumbfounded.
“i am not fussy.” he tries to move his head to look at you before you correct his position and he whispers an ‘ow’ as you pull his hair a bit.
“see? fussy.”
xanthus pouts as he hears dontis chuckle from the other room.
“i am not fussy” he mumbles.
you lean down and kiss him gently on the cheek.
“okay you’re not fussy, just pouty.” xanthus grumbles as he lets you continue braiding the short pieces of his hair.
“dontis i think you should let them braid your hair.”
dontis leans against the door frame and smiles.
“who do you think taught them?”
𝓲𝓲.
“what are you doing love?” your fingers light trace over xanthus’ palm lines while you lay in bed with him.
“you’re supposed to be asleep.”
“this one says you’ll live a long life.”
xanthus’ free arm wraps around you to pull you closer to him as he lets you continue reading his palm.
“oh really? what else does it say?” his eyes remain closed as he breathes in your scent before kissing your neck gently.
“does it say you should go to sleep?”
“that’s not how palm reading works you know.” you feel his lips curl into a smile again your skin.
“i know, but you need to get to sleep.” he says before placing a soft kiss on your jawline.
“sleep is so boring, palm reading is so interesting and palm reading a vampire is very interesting, plus i know you like the feeling of my fingers tracing your skin.”
“you little—”
“shit—” you quickly try to scramble away for him but his vampire reflexes are too quick for you and you’re trapped in his arms.
“go to sleep love.”
“do you miss being human?”
the question catches xanthus completely off guard and he has to think about it before he comes up with his answer.
“…yes.” he instinctively pulls you closer to him. “i didn’t before but now that i have you i miss it. i miss the fact i won’t get to grow old with you and that you’ll leave this plane of existence before me and i’ll be left alone.”
his answer stuns you to silence as you let his words sink into your mind. xanthus misses being human because of you. you place your hand over his and give it a light squeeze to reassure him.
“i’m not going anywhere on this plane of existence without you xanthus.”
“i appreciate that love.”
a part of xanthus aches for himself and his love since they’ll never be able to see him grow old. he lays awake most nights wonder if they’re upset at the fact they don’t have a normal partner, that they love a monster. the thought eats away at him constantly and he does his best to repress it, but it’s hard when you can feel what he feels.
“i love you xanthus, i hope you know that i couldn’t ask for a better life partner.”
‘life partner’ what a funny way to describe their relationship.
𝓲𝓲𝓲.
“xanthus how do you even know so much about skincare?”
for the past half hour xanthus and you have been doing skincare to keep the theme of a selfcare day and he has surprised you with knowing much more than you on what and what not to put on your face, he even defined your skin type and the best products for it.
“when you’ve been around as long as i have you pick up on a few things.” he says as he applies a cleanser to your cheeks.
“are the headbands necessary?”
“absolutely, you look adorable— look up for me.”
you sigh and look up so he can apply a cream for your under eyes that seem to grow darker by the day.
“i thought the roles would be reversed for this, you know me telling you what to use on your face.” you say as he finishes smoothing out the product.
“oh please, i don’t age.”
“then how do you—”
“lotion next!”
you smile and shake your head at the quick redirection of the topic.
“i would say with your complexion this will be the best product to use.”
he holds it up to you and you nod in agreement like you have a say in what’s happening. as he applies it you can’t help but stare at the focus on his features, it makes you smile.
“what are you smiling about love?”
“nothing, i just love you.”
xanthus stops his application and kisses you lovingly before pulling away.
“bleh, i think i got some of the toner on your lips and it is not a pleasant taste.”
you lick your lips to see what the fuss is about and you regret it instantly.
“oh bleh that tastes terrible!”
“i told you!”
finally here is some xanthus fluff! i’m not a monster, i love writing fluff but got so many asks for angst so i just did them all at once (YOU GUYS ASKED FOR IT)
this is an apology for what’s to come
.love always <3 pearl
.masterlist
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XANTHUS NSFW
ALPHABET
Xanthus x reader, Xanthus x fem!reader, Xanthus x afab!reader, vampire x reader, zsakuva! Character x reader
!NSFW ALPHABET!, Vampire x human, established relationship, p and v smut
Tw; NSFW, dirty, dirty, dirty, mention of toys, Nsfw alphabet, wrong spellings, bad writing (seriously)
Xanthus Nsfw alphabet, from a to z all of the sin and disturbingly detailed NSFW information using my bad writing and sleep deprived mind 🥹🥹, live, laugh, love Xanthus
A/n there is no Nsfw audio for Xanthus not like Luca, Andrew and kayson 😔😔✊, i've had like pending series for xanthus and planning to repost my works in Tumblr from my Wattpad which are all zsakuva characters
A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)
A 10/10 would fix a bath with you and would cook food or snacks, he's a vampire so even how many rounds you both had done he still has some energy to take care of you, while you had all of her body parts shaking from pleasure and guts rearrange
B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)
Your neck and lips. Love to take blood on your neck and also love to take kisses. You can make him thirst home by your neck and give him life by your lips. For his, he loves his hand because they're handy ahahhah
C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)
Wants his to be deep in your inside, as a vampire he doest have to worry about you getting pregnant because he's a vampire, he's dead. Dead cannot give birth to another life. If it's yours then he wants it in his mouth. Like your blood, he also loves your white fluids is just as delicious as your blood is
D= Dirty secret (Pretty self-explanatory)
Wants to have a little predator x prey roleplay, you know like he would hunt you as his little prey then you need to hide and he would catch you and would fuck you brainless while he takes blood from you also like to see you depends on him, would love to see you cry and asked him to make you cum. Xanthus secretly loves it when you're dependable to him it gives him power and reassurance
E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)
Has enough, and probably already tries a decent amount of kink to pleasure you, most of them are just loveless sex nothing more or if there's feeling involved it's something he convinces himself is true, but being with you is everything. Sex with you is like the first sex he's been so passionate, so eager. He always had control over himself when it comes to intercourse but he can't control himself to you, to not just take you right there and here
F= Favorite position
Missionary, cowgirl, and spooning, so he can see your face and have good access to your neck, his favorite is missionary it's the default but to have the privilege to see your face while he fucking you and to also have good access to your neck is such a jackpot for him
G= Goofy (how serious are they)
Very serious when he's trusting to you but once you both finish would catch some hideous jokes and dirty ones that you need to cover your face up, probably joke about how he would pay so much to feel you again and if you're a stripper he would definitely pay a lot just to fuck you. If you like to joke in bed you would get silenced after some deep hard thrust
H= Hair (grooming habits)
The carpet matches the drapes and also it's not shaved bald just long trims you can still see his pubes around the cock it's not that long it's short. He trims quite often, more when he knew that your sex drive is sex driving again
I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)
Combination of romantic with roughness I cannot really see Xanthus calling you names mostly because he thinks sex as a very special thing and he cherishes you very well to even dare to call you that also there are some chance that Dontis is probably listening you both, and don't want to get teased again
J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)
He didn't do it often, he has a full control to himself and i also doubt that this old man has a high sex drive after all this years and centuries but to be honest he can be easily aroused by you just because it's you
K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)
This old man is a vanilla with a high strength and stamina, loves to keep it romantic, just kisses and good ol basic ( a/n there's nothing wrong with vanilla sex it's enjoyable as a more flavored one) but he likes to tie you up also like possessive sex, when he get jealous he loves to fix it with sex unless it's a big thing but if it's just some little jealousy then yes. Mostly you're the one who try the kink since he already experienced it
L= Location (where they like to get it on)
In his bed or couch. Just like i said he likes to keep it romantic and everything so i doubt that he likes doing voyeurism
M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)
Everything that you do that look very sexual or when you look innocent (reference to the "whiskey") gives him the urge of corruption
N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)
Hurting you like i mean the legit hurt where you can see some bruises in your skin also don't like threesomes or even letting someone touch you aka voyeurism. He's possessive and he knew that Sharing you would make him act aggressive
O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)
By receiving, he wouldn't deny it, he likes it when you suck him under his desk and his eyes roll back because of pleasure and head and back laying down to the leather chair while you choke in him. By giving his the best, just like what i said he likes your cum as much as he loves your blood and kisses. Would overstimulate you with his tongue and its not helping that he's so great at it. 100% would turn into a hungry man when you remove your panty and sit on his face or if you don't like to sit on his face and choke him with you weight then to damn bad he would force you to grind and sit comfortably to his face and would have his eyes look at you with lust and no he don't care if he can't breathe anymore he's already dead remember?
P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)
Fast and rough with a little romantic sometimes he also like a slow and romantic pace really depends on what mood are you in
Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)
Love it sometimes, just sometimes. He loves it when you had a little quickie when he's busy in the gallery and cannot take care of your needs of course he cannot have any other creatures or anyone to satisfy you so he would do anything even making you cum in the private room on the gallery
R= Risk (do they like to try new things)
Would try if you want to try it, just doesn't like having a threesome, gangbang nor just a mention of anyone seeing your body but otherwise as long as you're comfortable then he's ready to cooperate
S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)
So fucking long, i swear you never saw him being exhausted or tired after many rounds like hell you're already passing out and he still has his pace (a fast and rough thrust). Don't try to be nice and give him the permission to use you as much as he can because while you already pass out many times and wake up with him still thrusting inside you, he still has his pace on the same as the pace from the start
T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)
Ho ho ho. I doubt that he likes using toys a lot i love tot think that xanthus is a boomer and doesn't know how to use technology that's why he prefer writing in a notebook and he just said that he likes writing more than typing because he don't want you to laugh at him for not knowing technology but yeah he would just probably use a little vibrator (which is he loves the effect but hate to use) and a dildo because it's a lot more easier for him (no technology nor buttons needed) after all he just need to pump it down your hole
U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)
Sometimes he would tease you but he actually prefers you use him as your personal toy or something like that. Ride him or do everything he's ok with it. Just like what i said he already experienced a lot of kink by himself so he wants you to be the one who explore more so yes he likes to suspense himself you know so you can have more time to try things before he fills you up
V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)
Sometime quite but sometimes would pant and moan occasionally but otherwise he's not really as loud, He prefers listening to your voice than his
W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)
Love it when you use him as a personal dildo he would just lay down to the bed while you bounce to him as much as your heart's content. Loves it when you get jealousy and try to please him by again bouncing on his cock and milking him while you had this coy smile, so innocent like you're not fucking your pussy down balls deep on his cock
X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)
( Holding a ruler) 5 and half inches with a circumference of 2 and half when it's hard. It has a pinkish brown hue his head/ tip is pinkish
Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)
Probably lower than a normal he's already fucking old basically 500 years old ahahhah this grandpa already have his sex drive spend and turn to dust after all this years ahahaah
Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)
No, not really, you would but not him definitely he prefer to clean you while your sleeping so you don't feel uncomfortable also give you water or massage your muscles, he has a lot of energy despite all of this fucking and love making so it's not a surprise that he wouldn't sleep fast after you both are finished
Votes are appreciated
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Zephyrus, Yet another MSPEC Greek God
First things first, greek mythology has multiple periods, the main ones are; Archaic, Classical, and Hellenistic. Not only that but by region stories change, Aphrodite is a good example of that. I will link my post on her at the bottom.
Now let's get into Zephyrus (Zephyr), the god of the West Wind. He who was jealous of Hyacinthus and Apollo. The god who carried Psyche to Cupid. He has many stories, but in this post we are gonna focus on his love life.
He has multiple wives; Iris, goddess of the Rainbow, Chloris, and Podarage. He fathered Karpos, Balius and Xanthus,
Stories aren’t certain about whether or not he purposefully killed Hyacinthus. It really depends on who you ask and which stories you read. Mythology has so many different stories it must be taken into consideration. Sometimes it says he didn’t mean to hit Hyacinthus, sometimes he loved him so much he couldn’t bear to see him with Apollo, it all has to be taken lightly.
This is a lot worse then my Nerties post but Zephyrus has to many stories for me to summarize him very well
https://www.theoi.com/Titan/AnemosZephyros.html
https://smol-evil-gremlin.tumblr.com/post/643838637633601536/aphrodite-is-honestly-so-interesting-like-she-has <- this post is kinda old and bad so please ignore how i wasn’t super precises or linked sources
#arabis.greekmyths.#Like always please take my posts with a grain of salt and do your own research#i am an amature#who studies this for fun and might have mistakes in my posts
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"The Last Words of Cleanthes"
Richard Henry Horne (1802-1884)
'Here do I take my seat, Great Element!
And for the last time listen to thy voice,
Which now methinks hath a more lulling tone,
E'en as of sympathy: but that's a dream.
'Many great spirits dwell in other worlds,
And some are here, who live, like me, alone,
But with a recognized influence of good,
Rewarded by self-consciousness of power,
Which is the Stoic's well-sufficing law;
It is his law unto himself, comprising
All kinds of labour; water, food, and space
Of ground sufficient where to rest the head,
Being his right in common with the herds,
And all dumb fellow-creatures of the earth.
'Zeno is gone; and I have taught his School,
With pride I yet may pardon in myself,
Knowing how much of his great soul, outpoured
For all throughout my being was transfused.
Zeno hath passed to higher learning now,
And thence to higher teachings will attain,
Proportion'd to his spirit towering still;
While I have linger'd here, and day and night
Striven to be worthy of his great bequest.'
The sage was seated on a lone sea-coast,
And while the sun slow sank 'midst solemn smiles,
As of paternal sadness, touch'd with hope,
The sea came flowing up, still murmuring
Its ever-fresh yet ancient harmonies.
Near him there stands a Thracian youth, whose head
And limbs elastic had enchain'd the gaze,
But for the anxious chisellings o'er his face,
As he beholds a man of massive brow,
O'ersnow'd by four score years, who like a rock
Placed on a rock, sits there, self-doom'd to die.
'Young man, thou pray'st me to recount my life—
New comer from the Thracian Chersonese,
Not knowing of my labours, or my thoughts,
Nor why I sit here with intent to end
A long life, every day whereof hath wrought
The utmost work my faculties could achieve;
Here, where the bright waves hasten tow'rds my feet,
Not like fierce rows of fangs, but gracious friends
Who bring to me my flowing funeral rites,
Murmuring their deep hymns to eternity.
'I was a rough-bred and unletter'd man,
Born to great strength of sinew and of bone,
With that endurance which outlives defeat;
And as a cestus-bearing athlete fought,
Gaining some batter'd victories, with the applause
Of brutal natures, and of spirits refined,
Needing reaction after mental toil.
With heavy ox-thonged cestus, newly stained
From smashing contest, craving rest and shade,
The grove I pass'd where Zeno held his School.
The vision of that grand head floats before me,
As then it loom'd above the shoulders bare,
And grape-like curls of many a lovely youth
Whose soaring spirit stood with folded wings.
'The hush'd repose—the shadows,—and the rhythm
Of Zeno's eloquent cadences—a flow
Of harmony as of the confluence sweet
When Simoïs and Xanthus murmur'd through
Some temple in the groves of vanish'd Troy,
Melted my nerves, and overcame my heart,
Till a new life-spring gushed into my brain,
Flooding my thoughts, and forcing o'er each sense
A change, which all my bodily strength transformed.
More than a child's within a giant's grasp,
Or clay beneath the statuary's hand,
Softly I laid me listening on the grass,—
And year by year, ne'er absent, day by day,
Save for deep study in my lone abode,
As one of Zeno's flock I fed and thought.
'Now while the days roll'd o'er my bowed-down head,
My corporal needs—how few—were well supplied
By labours of the night, wherein my strength
Served well my higher craving; and for hinds
On gardens, farms, or cattle far a-field,
Water I drew from wells, or when the springs
Sparkled in frosty silver 'neath the moon.
'Thus through my mind were melted twenty years,
And Zeno left us—on life's pilgrimage
Tow'rds higher knowledge,—and his Chair devolved
On me, though others to that lofty seat
Held worthier claim. As Polygnotus' hand
In paintings illustrated godlike forms,
And acts of heroes, so did I but teach,
With humbler, but not less devoted powers,
What godlike minds had imaged. Let that pass
From me, the medium of those truths sublime,
To rest as crowns for their diviner brows.
'And yet, young man, I have not lived in vain
In mine own person, since examples weighty
Rank with best teachings. Now, brief words paint years:—
The tide rolls inward, and thou must depart,
And leave me here to close my mortal hour.
Through a long life I have thoroughly wrought my will,
From nature's hand refusing all rich fruits,
As from my labours, or man's kindliness,
Receiving but the means for innocent food,
Thus following Crates' and great Zeno's course,
As rigidly as link doth follow link,
When seamen raise an anchor to the prow;
Or as the shadow of the hero's spear
Beneath its singing, flies to the same mark.
To man's best knowledge, and highest good
Myself have I devoted evermore,
With no weak murmurings o'er the poverty
Which was my choice. And if my chief return
From man were scoffs, cold pity, or neglect,
As I for social life were all unfit—
No business had on earth—let man progress
The better for my life; I, none the worse
For his contempt, but more content and glad
In that my labours have been more removed
From personal profit. My pure 'vantage rests
On its negation and its nullity,
Which is the Stoic's true—his best reward,
Save in the satisfaction of his soul.
It may be that some balance here is lost,
Since Nature bids each seek his proper good.
Every devotion hath inspiring madness—
Oft madness of the loftiest, purest scope;
But 'tis poor earthliness large gains to crave,
Thanks, and prompt recognition from the world
Of service and self-sacrifice. Enough—
Man knows his own acts, his own secret mind,—
Evades, or all the mingled truths confronts.
'Leave me, young man; the tide is rising fast!
Good youth, retire—'tis now my will to die.
Studies and hardships on extreme age piling
Weight upon weight, life's arches are borne down;
And as nought useless can, or should exist,
I have for days, all sustenance refused,
Press'd to my hands, but thankfully laid down,
And now sit here, beside my sand-scoop'd grave,
Waiting majestic burial from the sea.
'Nor are tombs wanting. Lo, yon marble rocks!—
The architecture of some hand Divine!
Intaglios fretted by a thousand years—
Inscriptions motto'd by the unseen Powers
That guide earth's great mutations, while around me
The symbols both of present and of past—
Enormous sea-weeds, strombites, and whitening bones,
Submarine flowers that lift their welcoming heads,
And wail of starv'd birds echoing to the moon,
Now slowly rising from her daily grave,
Profusely furnish funeral honours due
To those whose life-lamps burnt in caves, like mine.
Young man! forbear thy touch!—thy tearful voice—
Begone at once! behold the waves flow near,
And soon will kiss these pale and paralyzed feet.
The crescent points creep round with gushing gleams,
And now they eddying meet, and deepening flow!
'Covering his face, with smother'd sobs he goes—
Farewell!—nay, boy!—he weeps, but he is gone.
Ever-young World! I have well loved thy youth,
And thought for me thou hadst no heart at all;
But 'twas not so. I ne'er had sought to gain
That sympathy which yet, like unplucked fruit,
Is ready for the worthy traveller's hand.
Absorb'd in work for man, men I forgot,
With all their cherished trivialities.
Wherefore they viewed me as a thing apart.
I.
'O Zeus! I bless thee for the life thou gavest,
So full of bodily strength, and health, and years;
I bless thee for the mind that hath no fears
Of death, whereby our atoms thou still savest,
Till some fine consciousness again appears.
II.
O Zeus! I have doubted further gifts of Gods—
Doubted futurity for each special mind;
The soul, like music, dying on the wind;
The body merging in earth's sands and sods;—
But to thy Ruling evermore resigned.
III.
O Zeus! no claim have we to aught beyond!
We bless thee for the life we have enjoyed;
We hope our spirit shall not be destroyed:
Thy waters to my dying Hymn respond
In harmonies that change, ere rapture-cloyed.
IV.
O Zeus! I hear the broad waves gently flowing
Over my feet, and nestling round my knees!
My senses melt away by soft degrees!
My thoughts, like seeds, thy hand afar is sowing!
Sweet songs are in my brain—sweet birds in trees!
V.
O Zeus! at all-devouring Time I smile;
For he is but Heaven's little playful son,
Toying, or teasing, while we graveward run:
Flow then, ye waves!—our mingling sands beguile!
Flow on, divine Maternity, flow on!'
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Kimallura + high school au (I love when you do these kinds of prompts, by the way, your stories are always so creative and sweet!)
Yep, this one’s totally three sentences too. Thank you for the lovely note Anon, it made my day!
As used to moving around as Allura was, starting at a new school in the middle of the year was easily one of her least favorite things to do. It didn’t help that the students of Westruun High were a little rougher around the edges than she was used to. It’d only taken a quick sweep of the unwelcoming faces in the lunchroom for Allura to decide to eat her lunch in the privacy of the nearest restroom.
She was just starting to pack up her trash when she heard the bathroom door slam open. She turned around in time to see a girl about half her height stumble into the room and shut the door quickly behind her. The newcomer had a thick line of blood running down her face, an eye that was starting to swell shut and was holding her arm as if it may be broken or her shoulder was dislocated.
Allura dropped the rest of her lunch in a nearby trashcan and rushed over to the girl.
“Gods, are you alright?”
The other girl wouldn’t meet her eye and mumbled something about ‘stupid football players always treating their girlfriends like shit’. She didn’t say much more before leaning her back against the wall and sliding down it with a loud groan. Allura went to ask her for more details before she heard a thunderous knock come from the other side of the door.
Allura crouched down so that she was at eye level with the other girl. “What’s your name?” The girl finally looked up and locked eyes with Allura.
“Kima.” She said simply.
“Okay Kima, I’ll go see if I can take care of this. I’ll be right back and I’ll see about getting you to the nurse after that okay?” Her voice was soft and gentle, which seemed to be all Kima needed to finally relax a bit.
“Don’t, please. Those guys are dangerous and they won’t think twice about trying to snap you like a twig.”
Allura raised a single eyebrow. “Is that so? We’ll see about that.” She gave Kima a confident smile and rose to her full height before heading to the door.
Kima tried to grab onto the bottom of Allura’s dress, but the taller woman was just a touch too fast.
Allura pulled the door open and was met with a wall of heavily muscled teenagers. The anger on their faces turned to confusion when they saw her instead of the girl they were after.
“Where’s the little bitch? We weren’t done with her.” Asked the one in front, likely their fearless leader. Allura had to keep from rolling her eyes.
“And you must be the football team. I haven’t been able to catch a game yet, but I’ve heard mediocre things.”
The boys all furrowed their brows in almost perfect unison at that before looking around at each other with increasingly confused expressions.
Allura took their pause as an opportunity to speak again. “You best be on your way, I’ve heard that Principal Tal’Dorei doesn’t take kindly to his students using such inappropriate language and beating up on one another.” She placed her hands on her hips. “And it would be a real shame if you all got suspended and had to miss the game on Friday. We wouldn’t want that now would we?”
The thug in charge moved to take a step in her direction, but got stopped by two of his buddies. “Let it go Xanthus, coach said he’d make us run until he got tired next time we got in trouble.”
Another of the boys spoke up then. “Yeah, come on man. Her and her little friend aren’t worth it.”
Xanthus glared at Allura but started to back away. Allura held his gaze until his buddies dragged him around a corner and out of sight.
With a small celebratory grin, Allura turned on a heel and walked back into the bathroom. Kima was still on the floor, and by the sweat on her brow and the pain on her face, she wasn’t doing any better than she was when she first arrived. Allura’s face softened immediately as she made her way over to the girl and kneeled by her side.
“The boys are gone and we have a clear path to the nurse. Think you can make it over there?”
The smaller girl’s head snapped up. “No! Please, I can’t go to Ms. Trickfoot’s office right now. She’s seen me get into way too many fights and I don’t think I can take another lecture about picking fights I can’t win right now. I just need some help getting up and I’ll be fine.”
Allura bit her lip. The idea of this girl picking herself up and going back to class like this was hard to wrap her head around, but just by looking at her Allura could tell that convincing her not to would be impossible.
“Can I at least help you get cleaned up?”
Kima looked down at her shirt and shrugged, only remembering after the fact that she had an injured shoulder.
“It couldn’t hurt.” Her voice was lower and more gravely this time, the pain clearly affecting her.
“Alright, give me just a second.”
Allura stood up once more and collected a wad of paper towels before hustling over to her backpack and pulling out a pair of black rubber gloves. She stopped by the sink for a moment to wet the paper towels and then made her way back over to the shorter woman.
Kima watched the whole process and shot Allura a questioning look when she returned.
“I spend a lot of time messing with chemicals and I’m not a fan of the gloves that most schools keep on hand.”
The words slipped out of Allura’s mouth before she had the chance to process them and as soon as she realized what she said, she felt a blush start to crawl up the back of her neck.
Much to her surprise the other girl gave her an approving nod. “You’re a hell of a lot better prepared than most everyone else around here. I should probably keep you around for the next time this happens.”
Allura sat down next to the girl and carefully started cleaning the blood off her face. “Does this happen often?” She asked, pausing for a moment to wait for her response.
“Only when someone says something to piss me off.”
“So daily then?” Allura asked with a smirk.
Kima grinned right back at her.
“Oh, I like you.” She flinched a little when Allura touched a particularly painful spot. “Shit, sorry, I’m the worst with manners. I never got your name.”
Allura blushed harder at that. “I’m Allura,” She said, standing up and double checking her work. “And it looks like I’m all done here.”
“Well Allura, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
Allura turned away under the guise of throwing away the bloodied paper towels, but it also had to do with her attempting to hide her now bright red checks.
“Hey Allura, can I call you Allie?”
Allura turned around in surprise. “I-uh I guess so. No one’s ever called me that before.”
“Cool, Allie it is then. Can you help me stand up?”
“Right, of course.”
After a moment of figuring out the easiest and safest way to get Kima to her feet without hurting her shoulder, the girls worked together to haul Kima up.
Kima tried to stand up straight on her own, but crumpled almost immediately. “You know what,” She ground out through clenched teeth. “I think I might need to go see Ms. Trickfoot after all.”
Allura placed a hand on Kima’s good shoulder and wrapped her other arm around Kima’s back and put her hand on the girl’s side. As gently as she could, she helped Kima stand back up. Allura intended on cracking a joke, but the pained look on Kima’s face stopped her in her tracks.
“It’s alright, I got you.”
“Are you always this nice to strangers?” Kima asked as they slowly made their way to the nurse’s office.
“I usually don’t talk to strangers, unless they’re cute.” The end of the sentence trailed off and Allura hoped that Kima was too focused on walking to notice.
“I must be the exception then. I’ve never been called cute a day in my life.”
“Well, there’s a first for everything.”
Kima didn’t look up, but Allura caught sight of the tips of her ears turning red. They fell into a comfortable silence after that. It only lasted for a few moments though because as soon as they got close to the nurse’s office a small blonde haired woman, presumably Ms. Trickfoot, rushed over to them with a wheelchair.
“For Sarenrae’s sake Kima, this is the third time this month.” She said as she approached the girls.
As she got closer, Ms. Trickfoot’s expression went from being one of anger to one of concern. “Oh gods, they got you good this time didn’t they? Come here, let’s get you checked out.”
With Allura’s help, they got Kima down into the wheelchair without much issue. Once she was secure, the blonde woman turned to Allura.
“She usually has to haul herself down here, but I’m glad she had some help this time. I’m Pike by the way.”
“I’m Allura. Is there a reason that Kima calls you by your last name?”
Pike smiled and shook her head. “Ah, well, she comes from a military family so that kind of thing is pretty normal for her.”
Kima cleared her throat, drawing their attention back to her. “Hey Allie?” Allura walked around the side of the wheelchair so she was standing in front of Kima. “Thanks.”
Allura smiled down at her. “You’re welcome. Try and stay out of trouble okay?”
Kima grinned back. “I won’t make any promises, but I might be a little easier to persuade if we hung out some more.”
Allura felt herself blush again but did nothing to hide it this time. “I’d like that.”
“I hate to ruin the moment ladies, but I’ve got to go get Kima checked out before Principal Tal’Dorei catches wind of what happened.” Pike gave Allura a nod and then started pushing Kima back in the direction of her office.
Allura watched them go before heading back to the bathroom to grab her backpack. Maybe Westruun High wasn’t going to be that bad after all.
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Icarus Snippet!
Happy Friday Everyone! I know it’s been aaaaaages since I last posted one of these (junior in college, life is murder) And, I’m also almost done with the first draft, so, I don’t want to give too much away since I want there to be surprises by the time this is published (futuuuuure--will keep you updated I swear!)
Anyway, here’s something a bit more ah, emotional, featuring Isaac and Ishmael a bit more, though Icarus is there in the background. Enjoy!
“He has no right to even be called your father—!"
“You weren’t there!” Isaac swallowed at the silence before continuing. “You weren’t there.” His voice wavered. “You left me. You said you’d never leave me.”
“Isaac—”
“Why did you leave?” Ishmael wilted, looking smaller than Icarus had ever seen him—his confident aura gone. Hagar put her hands on her son’s shoulders, her hair loose from sleep.. Icarus was nervous, unable to speak, like he had walked into an unwanted scene.
“You’re too young to remember…” Icarus’ stomach dropped at the implication.
“Remember what?”
“Ismail was thirteen when we...left.” Isaac stared, face paling. Ishmael slumped in his chair, resigned.
“No. No. Nononono—”
“It—was not quite a mutual decision.”
“When I was a child,” he began slowly, kneading his temples in an uncharacteristic show of emotion. ”I had dreams, much like Isaac has now. Not as prevalent, and as I grew they lessened to where I could almost forget them. I still have flashes now and then, waking rather than dreaming, or small insights, like where to not set up camp, or whom not to trust with my coin.” He paused, looking up to meet Isaac’s eyes. “It terrified me.”
“I never told…I never told our father.”
“He would have accepted you—” The response sounded weak, even to Icarus’ ears. Isaac’s shoulders shook.
“You think I am some perfect child,” he snarled. “They did too. Do you know how long I’ve waited, for validation? For proof I’m not insane or being plagued by demons or djinn or whatever else decided to taunt me in my dreams? I've been too scared to tell my parents, because they don't understand. I love them, but..they don't understand.” his voice cracked.
“Isaac can do no wrong. Isaac surely is not the problem. Isaac is not old enough to help his father in the field, he is a delicate flower who will break if he so much as lifts a chicken to find an egg.” No one said a word as he continued to rant. “Isaac cannot be anything but a miracle of God, and God help him if he so much as frowns. He who laughs cannot be blamed at all for anything, well it was me that caused everything to go wrong in the first place!” Tears dripped down his cheeks, his knuckles pale and quivering. Ishmael exhaled shakily. Hagar pressed a kiss to the top of Ishmael’s head before walking over to meet Isaac, who slowly backed away.
“It’s not your fault.”
“Y—” She gripped his shoulders lightly, forcing his eyes to look up to hers. Isaac faltered.
“It. Is. Not. Your. Fault. You are not to be blamed for anything.” Ishmael stood, joining them, and Icarus lingered awkwardly, the hole in his chest growing larger.
“You couldn’t visit, since Abram and Sarai wouldn’t allow it. And I didn’t want to take you from them. I—I didn’t want to be selfish. And I thought—”
“That he’d be safer there.” Icarus finished for him. Ishmael gave a short nod.
“But I wasn’t.” Ishmael went to speak.
“No,” Hagar said softly, interrupting him. “You weren’t.”
For Context, this is in reference to the religious story the binding of Ishmael/Ismail or the binding of Isaac, depending on which versions you read. The dream thing is something I’ve added into the mix to keep things interesting.
As usual feel free to ask to be added, removed, etc. And feel free to comment, I love hearing from you guys!
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The Song A Dove Sings
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Synopsis: You sing Xanthus a beautiful song; one he won’t forget for as long as he lives.
Warning: Mentions of blood.
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As dawn made way for the morning rise, with the orange, pink and red hues rolling over into a sky blue, your eyelids fluttered open to the golden rays of sunlight poking its way through the curtains, and the gentle chirps of the birds roosting in nearby trees. The rays of sunlight that woven its way through the balcony window painted the room in an ethereal golden glow. You were enveloped in the warmness of the blankets, the strong hold of the man you loved most, and the faint, lingering smell of cologne and coca butter. You focused on the hushed sound of his breathing, and the warm air of his breath dancing on your neck. You looked at his peaceful expression, the way his blonde hair fell messily over his pale face, and those long, beautiful eyelashes that so perfectly complimented those stunning ruby red eyes you’ve adored so much. Like most people, you weren’t a fan of mornings—and it’s not for the typical reasons. Before you and Xanthus found each other, you woke up to a gaping cavity in your heart, suffocated by the air of solitude that filled the room. It didn’t matter how brightly the sun shined, how blue the sky was, or how loudly the birds sang; mundanity always hung above your head like a dark storm cloud. Seeing your partner’s face reminded you that you were not alone anymore. With every rise and fall of his chest, with every hushed breath that entered the atmosphere, you were reminded that your melancholic days were fewer and far in between. And so, with your eyelids getting heavier and heavier, yielding to the gentle call of sleep—you nestled further into the warm embrace of the one you loved most in this world.
Until you heard a familiar cooing sound. A familiar chirp—one that echoed in the air; its sound fluttering through the wind, just like the wings of the bird it belonged to.
A familiar song.
Your eyes popped open—any trace of fatigue and weariness melting away. As much as it pained you leave the serenity of Xanthus’ arms, you had to. So, with a quiet groan and a lot of caution, you slowly crept out of bed and tiptoed to the balcony window. And sure enough, there it was.
A Mourning Dove.
Your stomach swirled with nostalgia, and your chest felt heavy. It had been ages since you saw one, and even longer since you’ve heard its hauntingly beautiful call. As the bird sang, you took a moment to admire its muted colors—its little body covered in beige and light gray hues. The corners of your mouth quirked up fondly as you watched the dove’s chest and throat puff out to make each sound.
“Love?” A groggy voice groaned behind you.
You turned around to see Xanthus sitting upright, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“There’s a mourning dove outside,” you replied.
He got out of bed and walked over to the balcony window.
“Ah. So there is. I haven’t seen one in so long, which makes sense—they aren’t native to the U.K.”
You didn’t answer. You merely watched it sing some more. And although, for a time, the silence between you two was very comforting, you could practically feel Xanthus’ inquisitive gaze.
“I take it that you really like this bird?”
“Yeah. A long time ago, back when I used to live with my parents—a dove that looked just like this one would perch on a ledge outside my window, and sing— once in every blue moon. I know a lot of people think that it sings a sad song, but I never thought so. I always felt comforted, and even a little joyful when I’d hear its song.”
“Is that so?”
You hummed. “I’ve always envied them.”
“Why?”
“Because they’re free; they have peace. I didn’t have that growing up. For my entire life, I was forced to live in fear—always looking over my shoulder, always flinching at every corner. I never let myself fully trust people because I never knew what their true intentions were. It felt like I was…trapped in a cage. And since everyone was out to get me and family, I never really got a chance to actually live my life.”
The cage might’ve been spacious, filled with all the luxuries one could ever ask for—it might’ve been familiar, and full of the people you loved, but…
A cage is still a cage, nonetheless.
“Do you feel free now?” Xanthus asked.
You hummed and rested your head on his shoulder. Dontis was an absolute saint for opening up his home to you two. He’s helped you guys out in more ways in one. You certainly weren’t ungrateful for everything he’s done for you two, but at that point it’d been months since you’ve left his penthouse. Months since you’ve got to try new food, or interacted with new people. Months since you were able to live your life.
Yes, his house was full of luxuriously plush couches, beautiful paintings, and wide flat screen T.Vs, but you still weren’t free. A cage is still a cage. But even after everything you’ve been through, if there was one thing you’d gained—-it was peace. You’ve found peace with Xanthus, and that was enough for now.
“When I die, I think I wanna become a mourning dove.”
Xanthus turned his head toward you. “What?”
“I remember you telling me something about the jokes vampires make when they die. You told me that if you died, you’d come back as a bat. So, I’m telling you now that when I die, I’m gonna come back as a mourning dove. So make sure to keep your ears open;
‘Cause I’m gonna sing you a beautiful song.”
……..
No matter where he went or where he tried to hide, death followed Xanthus everywhere—but it never really bothered him until he met you. Humans lives were fleeting compared to his own, and as fragile as a porcelain tea cup, teetering dangerously on the edge of a high shelf; one nudge away from shattering into numerous irreparable pieces. He never liked thinking about your death, or what’d it be like if you were gone—so he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind, and cherished your presence while you were still around.
But ever since you and him had that conversation, he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
He didn’t stop thinking about it when he held your broken and bloodied body in his arms—your face drained of any color, your eyes dull and lifeless.
He didn’t stop thinking about it as he tore Audric to shreds after what he did to you. He could still feel the warmth of his blood dripping from his fingers.
He didn’t stop thinking about it when he gave your eulogy, or when he and your loved ones walked to the graveyard.
And he most definitely didn’t stop thinking about it when they lowered your coffin 6 feet into the cold, dark ground.
He couldn’t bring himself to leave your grave—even after everyone left. He couldn’t bring himself to speak, or to mutter any sort of apology for getting you into this mess. For being so careless. For being so damn weak. All he could do was sit in front of your grave, with his face buried in his hands, and sob inconsolably. He’d lost the person he was supposed to protect; his lover, a piece of his soul. And now, he felt incomplete—broken, even. So, all he could do was sit there, and cry until there were no tears left to shed.
Until he heard a familiar coo. A familiar chirp.
A familiar song.
He took his face out of his hands, and looked up; the red, bloody tears still streaming out of his wide eyes. And sure enough, there it was, perched on your headstone:
A Mourning Dove.
Its little body was bathed in beige and light gray hues, its throat and chest puffed out as it sang. And Xanthus watched quietly in disbelief until it was over. He reached his hand out, and the dove perched on his finger. And as soon as the bird made contact, he felt it.
It was you.
You came back to say goodbye to him, one last time.
The dove cooed once more, and flew away—the faint flapping sounds of its wings fading further and further away. He watched as the dove flew toward the sky.
You were finally at peace. You were finally free.
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A/N: Ever since part 8.1–when Xanthus jokes about dying and being reincarnated as a bat, I couldn’t stop thinking about what kind of animal listener would end up being. I really, really love mourning doves, and I’ve always thought that they’d be a good fit for listener.
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Xanthus can't remember your face anymore:(((
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Contrary to common beliefs vampires can actually walk the daylight, not that Xanthus ever cared for it, the only warmth he needed was the one he felt when he looked you, held you, the one that radiated from your eyes, from your smile, the one that makes his heart feel as though it can beat again.
How many years has it been since he's felt it? 10 years? 50? 100? Too long for sure
Mortal life, as Xanthus describes it, is fragile and fleeting. That belief only became firmer in Xanthus’ mind when he lost you, the night your once warm body turned cold in his arms. Xanthus has faced almost every hardship and pain life could throw at someone but losing you was by far the worst. From the very moment you'd left him his existences was condemn to one of solitude. he disappeared from the lives of the friendships you had built together, disappeared from those who cared.
He almost couldn't believe it was over so quickly, you were a chapter in his book that changed the trajectory of his story forever.
First he deluded himself and hoped it was all just a dream and you would wake him up with kisses and praises, saying his name with your sweet voice. Then he became impatient. Irritated and angered. Amplified senses meant amplified emotions and uncontrollable anger. Xanthus went rogue, hiding in the shadows, fueled by wrath he wreaked havoc in a world that showed him no mercy.
When the sun sets, the streets were quiet. His existence had become one to be feared. It was only when he caught sight of a familiar look in his last victim’s eyes that he took a step back. The very expression you wore as you tried to sink your knife into his neck on your first encounter. He wiped their memory in an instant and disappeared once again, taking with him the terror and dread he had manifested. He questioned his actions. What would you think? What would you say? Would you look at him differently? Would you also fear him?
Like all things, Xanthus also got tired and as a result his anger subsided for good. He never believed in god but he pleaded day after day, night after night that you would return, that you would miraculously appear in front of him one day to console him in your arms and wipe away his tears. That day never came no matter how long he waited.
Throughout the years his sadness reached great heights he'd never believed possible and it became worst when he realized your face's image was lost in his mind. How was that possible? How could life be so unfair to him?
The canvas before him sits blank. Much like many others in the room, some missing eyes others missing lips, some ruined by angered strokes others faceless altogether. No matter how hard he tried Xanthus couldn't complete a portrait of his lover, he couldn't remember their kind eyes and loving smile, their radiant skin nor their angelic voice. They say the last stage of grief was acceptance, but acceptance never came. Perhaps death would come before acceptance ever did.
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WOOOOOO my first fic!!! Its pretty short but who knew I'd have the confidence to ever post this-
I meannn I'm not that good at writing BUTT i did my best! I hope you like it muahh<3
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Spartacus Reimagined as a Thracian Swordsmaiden in C. V. Wyk’s Blood and Sand – An ARC Review
I have given Blood and Sand by C. V. Wyk a ☆☆☆☆ rating. It is Book 1 of an untitled series. It belongs to the Young Adult Historical Fiction genre with some Fantasy. It is also a Retelling. Tor Teen publishes it. It will be published January 16, 2018.
The blurb reads:
The action-packed tale of a 17-year-old warrior princess and a handsome gladiator who dared take on the Roman Republic―and gave rise to the legend of Spartacus...
For teens who love strong female protagonists in their fantasy and historical fiction, Blood and Sand is a stirring, yet poignant tale of two slaves who dared take on an empire by talented debut author C. V. Wyk.
Roma Victrix. The Republic of Rome is on a relentless march to create an empire―an empire built on the backs of the conquered, brought back to Rome as slaves.
Attia was once destined to rule as the queen and swordmaiden of Thrace, the greatest warrior kingdom the world had seen since Sparta. Now she is a slave, given to Xanthus, the Champion of Rome, as a sign of his master’s favor. Enslaved as a child, Xanthus is the preeminent gladiator of his generation.
Against all odds, Attia and Xanthus form a tentative bond. A bond that will spark a rebellion. A rebellion that threatens to bring the Roman Republic to its end―and gives rise to the legend of Spartacus...
The story continues in Fire and Ash, coming in 2019 from Tor Teen.
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Happy book birthday to Blood and Sand by C. V. Wyk! I don’t usually publish my reviews on release day but I’ve had a rough couple of days, plus, I started a new internship and was unable to schedule the review accordingly. Nevertheless, here it is! As always, my reviews may contain spoilers. I say may because what’s a spoiler to you may not be a spoiler for me.
Despite what I’ve seen reviews says about Blood and Sand being a story written by someone who has watched the 300 movies and played too many war games, I liked it. Was I completely blown away? No. But did it excite me at every turn? Hell yeah, it did! It deserves four stars from me because it was very well-written with every scene flowing seamlessly into the next. I really loved that we know that Mount Vesuvius was going to erupt and every moment was just leading up to that.
Fair warning that I’m not familiar with the stories and legends of Spartacus and I went into Blood and Sand completely blind. So, I’ve reading this with very fresh eyes and have no complaints at all about the plot. Of course, I have not been called a bitch for absolutely no reason and as always, I have my complaints (coughwheresmytriggerwarningcoughs).
But first, let me tell you why I loved Blood and Sand.
It started off on such a high! I think everyone and their grandparents know that Spartacus was a slave. Blood and Sand wastes no plot time by jumping straight into the slave auction and the momentum builds with every turn of the page. It doesn’t stop. It just rises and rises and rises. I also really loved that Blood and Sand does not make it a story of the Chosen one. While to us readers, Spartacus is a chosen one and they lead the rebellion and all that jazz, Blood and Sand is the story of Attia, the Thracian slave girl. There are no prophecies and no legends to accompany her story.
And god, I’m so done with the Chosen one tropes that this was such a lovely breath of fresh air!
I was a little bit bothered by how quickly Attia and Xanthus fell in love. Don’t get me wrong, there was still some build-up and it was pretty logical but it happened all too fast. And soon, the story focused quite a bit on their romance, however fleeting it was.
“What would the Maedi warrior know about smiling?” he said against her lips as he pulled her closer.
“Not enough,” she murmured.
Wyk’s writing is also incredibly beautiful and poetic. I haven’t had so much pleasure in highlighting all the quotable material in my kindle in such a long time. And even though quoting from an ARC is ill-advised, I’m going to do it anyway because I loved it all.
“Xanthus had known strong women in his life, but not like her. Even if she hadn’t been one of the legendary Maedi, there was a brightness inside her, a core of fire that burned steadily beneath her scarred bronze skin.”
Character-wise, Attia is my favourite. She was such a badass and a take-no-shit kind of girl that I couldn’t help but root for her along the way. I loved that she’s not a character with a girly or feminine side, something that so many leading ladies fall into once they find the man of their dreams. War and revenge thrum in her veins and she’d rather hear the clang of swords that pretty music. Not one bit of that changes; not even when she meets Xanthus and falls madly in love with him. What also made Attia so great was she created her family when she didn’t have one, drawing people around her in and I find that so relatable cause that’s me. I’ll be like “oh my sweet summer child come here”.
Although, she’s a little bit of a special snowflake.
“She could see the anger etched into his soul as permanently as the scars on his skin.”
Xanthus, on the other hand, felt like he was a little all over the place. I loved that he didn’t want to kill but was so good at it solely because he needed to survive. But I couldn’t get more out of his personality. He loves Attia, he’s protective of the people he deems his family, but I couldn’t get more. That doesn’t mean I hate him though. He’s a perfect YA hero, romantic and brooding but also very respectful of Attia. Also, he’s very, very sexy.
“He didn’t even have a helmet, and the tips of his dark hair seemed to turn gold in the sun.”
And now, to the negatives:
I have to address the elephant in the room. WHERE ARE MY TRIGGER WARNINGS??? Blood and Sand was full of trigger material and I think we’ve gotten to a point where YA literature should always come with a warning whether on the book, on the website, anywhere for fuck’s sake! The official press release would be perfect.
Some trigger warnings for Blood and Sand are: rape, sexual abuse, domestic violence, self-harm
Yeah, I get that it’s a book set in those heinous times but???? I would love to not have to read uncomfortable scenes, please and thank you.
One thing that really got me about Blood and Sand was the sex, or rather, the lack of it. And even the lack of a fade to black! I find that the sex in YA fantasy novels is exactly like their genre, a fantasy. Exactly like the Rowan/Aelin love scene in Empire of Storms. Jeez. It’s always so magical and pretty and full of fancy language or like Blood and Sand, straight up imaginary. Where’s the clumsy? Where’s the fumbling? (And this is coming from a virgin lol whatdoiknow?)
Like come on, I think we can do something a little more realistic.
Blood and Sand is an amazing read, especially if you’re a fan of Roman history and retellings featuring a strong heroine. It was perfectly wrapped up in anticipation for the second instalment which we have to wait an entire year for without the typical annoying cliffhanger. Attia and Xanthus are well-written and you can’t help but want to root for them. Plus, you’ll want to read it because C. V. Wyk has a way with words that just draws you in to Attia’s world and makes you want to never leave.
Thank you to NetGalley and the publisher for providing me with an ARC copy in exchange for an honest review. This review edition may differ from the final edition.
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— 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬
[𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫] xanthus claiborne
a/n: once again this is my different style of writing and just be aware there is no feel good ending in this one, it also leans towards more of the horror aspect of xanthus
xanthus never thought he would ever lose control like this, he can’t remember the last time bloodlust had taken over. a blindfold was secured around his eyes and once he was placed in the dark room and caught a whiff of the intoxicating smell, he was blinded by pure hunger and he simply couldn’t stop his predatory instincts.
his sharp nails dig into soft flesh, blood smears all over his face. the hunger he feels is insatiable, no matter how much of the sweet blood he drinks it isn’t enough for him. xanthus isn’t in control anymore, he’s unaware of what’s happening in the crimson soaked moment. the only thought in his mind is to drink.
the animal’s muffled cries fall on deaf ears till xanthus practically shred its jugular to finally silence it. the dark room is filled with the disgusting sounds of flesh being torn and blood dripping.
it’s hard to keep track of time in a dark, cut off from light, place like this. it had to have been months based on how he was acting with his food. everything is a blur, he remembers being kidnapped by his maker and he remembers his lover was with him. he can feel his heart ache for them, he feels it now more than ever. he prays for their safety to any sort of god that will listen.
he hopes that they’re not as hungry as he is right now. he hopes they are being treated better, not like a wild animal like him; but that’s what he feels like anyway. he doesn’t feel in control of his own actions, he is running on pure instinct alone.
the animal has ceased its struggle against him and falls limp. xanthus hears the heartbeat of the creature stop, he knows it’s dead. xanthus pulls away and sits up as he slowly regains his composure. the sense of dread hangs over him and he doesn’t know why. could his love be in trouble? have they been in trouble this whole time and he was too lost in the bloodlust to notice the feeling?
xanthus reaches to take off the blindfold before a voice echoes through the room.
“are you sure you’re ready to see the mess you’ve created lawrence?”
audric.
xanthus hesitates. what did he mean by that? the question makes his skin crawl and he decides against his better judgment to take off the blindfold.
he wishes he didn’t.
there before him laying on the cold, blood covered cement floor was his love. their body almost unrecognizable, their sparkling eyes that were once filled with life now dull.
xanthus felt sick. he couldn’t hold it back and ended up emptying his stomach’s contents on the floor beneath audric boots. his head was spinning, he had just killed the only person who truly knew him and loved him as he was.
“i did ask if you were ready, clearly you weren’t.”
he was in shock, unable to look away from the mangled body of his lover. he killed them, too blinded by hunger to realize.
he was a monster.
“how does it feel lawrence? your weakness is now gone, but you were the one to get rid of them. now you have to live with that for the rest of your life.”
tears fill xanthus’ eyes as he moves closer to the corpse. his hand strokes their face unsure of what to do, a broken sob escapes his lips and he cradles their dead body in his arms.
their blood stained on his face and hands. his lovers blood will forever be on his hands, no matter how hard he scrubs.
he is a monster, but he is a monster that feels sick.
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(also let me know if you guys like this writing style)
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— 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫
[𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫] xanthus claiborne
“are you alright my love? you been at this for hours and i know that you need your rest to function properly�� xanthus spoke softly.
“i’m fine i just” you pause, you don’t mean to but you do. “i just need to get this done, i think i’m really close to finding something”
“love…”
“i need this xanthus, i need to find something that will help you—us. i just feel so useless not helping in anyway” you finally confess. “they are after you because of me, i’m your weakness now”
xanthus can feel your distress and sadness, he wishes you didn’t feel this way right now.
“is that all you see yourself as? my weakness?” you stay silent at tears pool in your eyes.
“what else am i? i’m just an inconvenience to you” xanthus lifts your chin and wipes the stray tears that have fallen.
“you are my love. you are anything but an inconvenience to me, you are my purpose love.”
“your purpose?” you gaze into his crimson eyes that seem to be filled with love that is only for you.
it suddenly hits you, you’re bonded with a vampire and no matter how you continue on you’ll hurt xanthus. if you pass due to old age the bond will be broken and if you’re turned into a vampire the bond will still be broken. it’s a lose lose situation that ends up with a part of xanthus dying with you. if you do become a vampire xanthus won’t ever be able to love you the way he does now. you suddenly can’t stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks.
“i wish you never met me” you say through your sobs.
“what makes you say that love?” xanthus asks with hurt laced in his voice.
“i’m going to hurt you no matter what happens to me” you wrap your arms around his neck and hide your face. “if i die naturally or i get turned, a part of you will die and you’ll never love me the same even if i become like you” you try to stop shaking in his hold but your body fails you. “if we had never met you wouldn’t feel this pain and you wouldn’t have to experience loosing me.”
xanthus holds you while your sobs echo through the room and ring in his sensitive ears. he tries his best to gather the right words that will bring you at least an ounce of comfort.
“i don’t” you sniffle and pull away to look at him.
“you don’t what?”
“i don’t wish i never met you— you are the best thing that has ever happened to this ancient vampire and i would never want to know what my life could’ve been without you in it” he kisses your forehead gently. “you helped me regain some of my humanity, whether i liked it or not and i can’t thank you enough for that. you have left a mark on this unbeating heart of mine” he place your hand over his heart and holds it there.
“i wish you weren’t so poetic, it makes me feel like i’m not romantic enough” he laughs and pulls you into a gentle kiss.
“you are perfect, even with your non-poetic words.”
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The noon
Part 3; the moon
(the series is discontinued unless the author decides)
Xanthus x reader, Xanthus Claiborne x reader, vampire x reader
Angst with no comfort, established relationship
Tw: death and violence, bad grammar, wrong spelling incoming
The night you both met you said to him that the moon is beautiful, Xanthus agrees despite the fact that he already sees it countless times but the last thing he knew it's the sunset that you find more endearing
Blood, everything is blood an ambush has happened which caught off xanthus and the rest, they manage to kill the other hunters but there are more. You on the other side is helpless you are a weak human, and not even a trained one how can you beat them. So you just did what you had to do stay with Xanthus as much as possible so he knew that you are safe
After an hour they manage to comeback in the safe house without major injuries.
“Xanthus? Are you alright?” “love? Yes I'm ok, come here” you walked to Xanthus and sit yourself on his lap, you let yourself fall to his chest “are you alright love? No injuries, wounds” you didn't say anything other than nodding, yes to him “the moon is beautiful right?” you asked him “yes, it is” he answer with his sweet voice lingering with softness and comfort “its as beautiful as the sunset” he agree “i love you so much” “i love you to the moon and back and to the moon once again and back” he laugh for a moment and kissed you cheeks, his eyes is looking at you sweetly, he has his pupil dilated and cheeks blushing, he's looking at you with heart in his eyes and all of his cards reveal to yours truly, you can see damn well enough how head over heals he is to you “you are my world and everything” you smile at him and kisses him on the nose, you stay at there for a moment, a moment where the moon is the witness of yours and his shared devotion and eternal, for a moment you don't want to leave, you want to stay...
“are you hungry?” you asked “no I'm not, you?” “kinda, i will get some food” “be careful” he said still reading the book on his hand. You walked down to the stairs and for some reason you can feel something strange, something different “so, you are his soulmate hah” you got caught off to the voice in the side of the room, red eyes looking at you “who are you?!! xanthus?!!” you shout and taking the knife in the counter handling it properly and ready to attack the Stranger, but a vampire is a vampire, it only need a second for your life to end and for the moment before your eyes close you can see Xanthus eyes looking at you, pained,hurt, lost and confuse. The vampire is gave Xanthus a good fight but when a monster lose his Beloved it would turn tame into feral
Blood is in the carpet, every minutes is count and every second feels too fast, Xanthus heart start to feel empty and your life is like a fast candle melting all its way leaving a dead corpse without heat or light to give to their beloved, please stay with me love, i promise i would figure this out he pray to his heart “Xanthus?, Please—” “love,please don't waste your energy, i would try to get the medical kit for a moment yeah? But i need to make sure you would stop bleeding” “Xanthus—lets face it” you cough a crimson blood leaving your white clothes red with smell of iron “no no no love, please i beg you don't leave me” every second that has past, his emotion and the shine in his eyes are taken “My request, do it yeah?” “ NO, NO, NO— DEAR i though we would have a life after this, please never sleep stay awake” but at the end of the day the angel of death need to take its prescious borrowed life, leaving Xanthus without the shine nor the love he Cherish. Dontis and the other see Xanthus cover in blood and his eyes is dark and scary “they're gone, i want them back” oh the sunset looks so beautiful isn't
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