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foxdruid · 2 years

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What you need to know about the Fae 🌿

Modernly the terms have come to encompass mythological/folkloric creatures from mainly Celtic, Scandinavian, Slavic, Greek, and Roman myth/folklore. However, modern 'Fairies' don't just conflate mythological and folkloric creatures from Europe, but also things like Jinn from Middle Eastern myth.

Historically however the term was originally used in countries heavily touched by the Celts (The British isles and France mostly in this case, however historically the Gauls kicked butt and got all over Europe) and the word 'fairy' originates with the Middle English words 'faerie', 'fairie', 'fayerye', and 'feirie'. So think mostly 1100s-1500s British Isles.

As well as having etymological roots in 'fay' or 'fae' from 'faery' or 'faerie'. 'Faerie' is borrowed directly from the Old French 'faerie', and from there ultimately (like many English and French words) leading back to Latin (specifically the word 'fata').

So What Were Fae in Celtic Myth/Folklore?

Well in Celtic myth/folklore it was an umbella term much like it is now encompassing really any seemingly sapient spirit being that (usually) wasn't a god or human. Ranging in description from giant to tiny, gorgeous to ugly, and benevolent to predatory (malevolent doesn't seem like an impactful enough word to convay what some fae do to humans in myth/folklore, ex/The Scottish Kelpie), although it was uncommon for them to be described with wings.

Some Examples of Fae in Celtic Myth:

*Keep in mind these are not all the types of Fae in myth and are breif descriptions*

🍁 Banshee/Bean Sí- [Irish] female spirit being that is said to predict death (usually of a family member) by wailing, shrieking, screaming, or keening. Described as both hag like and like a young woman with long hair and eyes red from crying. Often equated with the Scottish bean nighe who haunts streams/rivers and is depicted similarily, however instead of wailing she cries as she washes blood from the clothes of a person about to die.

🍁 Boggart- [English] malevolent household spirits or thought to be similar to malevolent genius loci (Roman spirits that personify natural areas). Described as relatively human-like though very ugly and often with bestial attributes. Although, some accounts describe them more bestial or similar to devil iconography, this varying description (as well as conflation) could be why they are modernly depicted as shape shifters.

🍁 Brownie- [Scottish, Northern English] often described as a household spirit or dwelling near human homes and generally benevolent. They would aid around the house in exchange for small gifts/food, however they would abandon the house if the gifts were called payments or if misused. Usually physically described as small wrinkled humanoids with big noses wearing a brown hood. Oftwn equated with the Hob/Hobgoblin who are described similarily, but with a more mischievous nature and easily become a nuisances. It is said you could get rid of them by giving them a set of new clothes. Wiki- Brownies

🍁 Clurichauns- [Irish] mischievous and wine loving they are often conflated with leprechauns as they are described similarily. Wiki- Clurichauns

🍁 Each Uisge- [Scottish] water spirit usually resembling a horse, however that are shapeshifters that can take the form of a handsom man or large bird (boobrie) as well. Vicious and predatory like Kelpie, but instead live in the sea, they drown, tear apart, and eat every part of their victims other than the liver. Can be recognized in human form by water weeds or sand/mud in their hair. Wiki- Each Uisge

🍁 Kelpie- [Scottish] shapeshifting water spirit inhabiting lochs, rivers, and pools. Usually described as appearing as a beautiful black horse, however they are able to take human form. They are the most common/well know water spirit in Scottish folklore and prey on humans. Known to drown and devour humans, usually children and women. *They are also my semi-irrational phobia thanks to my Grandmother* Wiki- Kelpie

🍁 Leprechauns- [Irish] depicted as little bearded men that are mischievous in nature that wear a coat and hat. Associated with shoemaking and gold hoarding. Wiki- Leprechaun

🍁 Merrow- [Irish] the mermaid/man of irish folklore depicted differently based off gender. Female Merrow are the stereotype beautiful half woman/half fish, but with green hair and slightly webbed fingers. With a benevolent nature and know to mate with humans. Males however were depicted with legs and a tail, pigish eyes, greeb hair, and stubby arms. They were thought to drown fishermen and were generally thought to be of a less than benevolent nature. Wiki- Merrow

🍁 Púca- [Irish] considered to bring both types of luck to rural or marine communities they were depicted as shapeshifters with dark or staunch white fur/hair. Appearences they were said to take include horses, goats, cats, dogs, and hares. As well as human form mixed with animal features. There are some stories of them being blood thursty, man-eating beings that hunt people down, but also stories of them helping farmers. Wiki- Púca

🍁 Sidhe/ Aos Sí- [Irish] a supernatural race comparable to Norse Elves and lumped under the Fae. Said to live underground or in another realm they encompass a few different 'species' of Fae. The Tuatha De are often thought to have joined the/or originally were sidhe however that is likely due to Christianization and trivialization of the Gods mythos. Wiki- Aos Sí

🍁 Selkies- [Scottish] said to live as seals in the sea, but shed their skin to become human on land, depicted as beautiful in human form and both genders. It is believed that you can take their seal skin and they would not be able to return to the sea, there mythos usually revolves around a human male coercing and trapping a selkie female. Wiki- Selkie

🍁 Twylyth Tig- [Welsh] thought be be the Welsh equivalent of the Irish aos sí. They are a generally divided into 5 types, Ellyllon (correspond well with Elves and are known for stealing children and leaving changelings), Coblynau (gnome like creatures that haunt mines), Bwachod (similar to Brownies), Gwragedd Annwn (female fairies of lakes/streams), and Gwyllion (hag like mountain fairies). Wiki- Twylyth Tig

Classifications of Fae

A classic classification is the Scottish classifications of Seelie and Unseelie. The Seelie were traditionally benevolent, where as the Unseelie were traditionally malevolent.

Another classic is; Trooping Fairies are described similar to Tolkien elves in many cases, but are said to encompass the aos sí. These are the ones with full fledged societies and said to live in their own land/realm. A good example of them is in the story of Tam Lin, and are described as both friendly and sinister, although they veer towards benevolent; and Solitary Fairies, who are usually classified based on occupation or locality, live alone, and are said to be more inclined to be/become malevolent.

Another more modern classification puts them into three groups or "species"; 1) benevolent drawfish subterranean imps with magical powers, geen hair/clothes; 2) tiny mischievous but protective household sprites; and 3) small ageless and winged females who contributed benevolently to humans, and who lived in another land/realm.

The English Fairies Folklore, by K.M. Briggs puts them into five classes (1) the homely and the heroic; (2) the small fairy families or solitary fairy; (3) the tutelary fairies; (4) the nature fairies, and lastly; (5) the supernatural hags, monsters and giants.

Sources

Origins and Lore of Fairies and Fairy Land (I recomend reading through this one as it also goes into origin theories and has a good list of sources)

The Silver Bough, F. Marian McNeill

The Oxford Version of The Mabinogion

The Seelie and Unseelie Courts

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itsmoonphobic · 3 years

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Dream SMP characters and my interpretation of them:

-Techno: The smell of Dirt and soil,blood,wine and old books. Silk pillowcases,golden jewelry,mosaics,stained fingertips, grand staircases,scented candles,storyteller,lazy smiles, secretive,slow dancing,sad resting face,elegant language,cold weather,confident,doubts himself,philosophy, messy braids,glowdust flakes, poetry,graceful movements,neat and cursive handwriting, greek mythology, oriental music,pale skin,libraries,sarcasm, long-lasting friendships,quotes,frosted windows,layering clothes, know-it-all,rude but endearing,pile of papers,cherry blossoms,muted colors,overthinks everything,devotion,logical thinking,insomniac,scattered mind,castle walls,laid back,tired eyes,long debates,show over tell,lingering touches,rulebreaker, dirty palms,old movies freezing feet,old habits,late nights studying,early riser,skips meals,eye bags,tea with milk,velvet jackets,dimly lit by streetlights,ancient wood floors,flowy curtains,art museums, gravely morning voice,echos in the middle of nowhere,sleepy whispers,nostalgia everywhere,red lipstick stains,loves animal more than people,calm and quiet, healing stones,parked car conversations,sharp jaw,obsessed with memes,violins,doves, doves,floats instead of walks,unbroken promises,twisting and winding hair around fingers,nail biting, repeating phrases,mist secret scars,rumors,always wearing earphones,metaphorical, emotions fragile as a flower, speaks with his eyes,fluttery eyelashes,dog lover,forehead kisses,calligraphy,pretty knives,cares too much,lopsided grins,messy desks,talks for hours no,rolling his eyes all the time,powerful strides,wants to conquer the world,slender hands,good grades, dusty book covers,wax stamped envelopes,vintage mirrors

-Phil: The smell of cold air,pine trees and sandalwood.Dead birds and mothballs,stops on the sidewalk to make sure nobody is left behind,morning person,herbal teas,crows,eats breakfast outside,constellations,family portraits on walls, chirping and whistling,crime documentaries,cool father figure, graveyards,weeping angels,meteor shower,many friends but only a single close one,contagious laugh,fragile teacups,fog, early mornings,fuzzy blankets,springs of thyme,bare feet, empty streets,rosemary stems,flickering lanterns,burnt wood bowls,feather collector,antique silverware,a sky full of stars, skylights,torn pages,overstuffed bookshelves,makes you feel comfortable whenever you talk to him,organized,full of ideas, believes in magic,gives the best advice,lost in his own way, warm hugs,scrapbooks and bullet journals,old cars,soft features,daydreaming,bright eyes,getting lost in the woods,moonlight,self knitted sweaters, stargazing on tailgates,the universe,hand in hand with wandering hearts, garage sales,questioning life but feeling at peace,attic bedrooms and haylofts,pursuing science and desiring art, photo albums,hopeless romantic,dark chocolate,open windows and quirky morning rituals,actually knows what brunch is, succulents,a kind-hearted loner,free-spirit,plaid button-ups, always ready to let you rant,abandons projects quickly, complicated past,bold moves,goes with the flow,aims for things that seem unachievable,lives in extremes,knowing smiles,constantly busy with something new,soft touches,love at first sight,naps alot,subsequent tea stains,sparkly eyes, abandoned barns,handwritten notes,feather quills,fascination with the sky,whispering secrets to the wind,great with kids, takes a backpack everywhere,hugs trees,big winter coats,road trips,knows tons of medical info,bites his nails,comforting presence,lost souls,city lights from a high rise

-Wilbur: The smell of fire,smoke,caramel and coffee. Stands up for people who can't for themselves,emotional wreck,loves his family too much but still yells at them,soft turtlenecks,sits in different spots every time he eats dinner,chipped nailpolish, songwriter,probably depressed,wakes up in the middle of the night to write down random thoughts,heartbroken teenager songs,dark psychology and deep meanings,globes and maps, wants to travel and make lots of memories,curls of steam, earbuds in,spattered ink,good singer,keeps to himself,old music and dusty vinyl,the type of person that you could stare at for hours,loud laugh,ride or die,dreams about his future, believes in fresh starts and new beginnings, messy and tangled hair,summer nights,soft features,deep thinker and dimples, having crushes,musicals and theater, half finished diaries and laptop stickers,mixtapes,quirky love notes, secretly kinda insane,always ready for coffee,thrift shops, beachy waves, bonfires,probably drives too fast,cutoff jeans, cream and sugar,nude colors,always creating new problems for himself, fights for equality,long debates and tired eyes, tapping a rhythm and humming quietly,spends all his time on social media,beanie galore,trench coats,foggy glasses,cozy sweaters, dancing around his room to the Beatles,looking out the window when the sun is setting,birkenstocks,guitar strumming on a warm summer evening,bells and chimes,subtle sadness, the feeling of diving into a deep pool,perfect proportions,too many playlists,holding hands,pretty boy,sew on patches and bomber jackets,candid photos,warm sun on bare skin,dancing silhouettes on the sunsets,beach walks at midnight,messy but cozy room,different mood every minute,singing his favorite song at the top of his lungs,sharp grins,haunted houses, paranormal stuff,late night snack runs with friends,explores creeks and lakes,double checks everything he does,walking through hot sand,backyard campfires,acoustic songs,photo booths,train platforms at night,s'mores,sun bleached arbors

-Tommy: The smell of plastic,fresh cut grass and musk. Does the bare minimum at School,unless genuinely interested in a topic,doodles on the side of his paper,movie marathons,empty coca cola bottles everywhere,rope swings,glossy nailpolish,lots of energy,life of the party, kidcore ,can always make you laugh,loves photography,eyestrain and bright colors,bruised knees and untied shoelaces,paperballs in class,brand new red converse,denim jackets,pins and clips,chalk drawings in the middle of the road,every text contains emojis, garden sprinklers,graffiti,wreck this journal,vibrant dyed hair, scribbles and highlighter pens,carnivals,involed in many things, watermelon flavored anything,loves to climb trees,screaming on playgrounds,oversized t-shirts,stained glass windows, anklets,skateboards and hula hoops,milkshakes on the front porch,social butterfly,always in a hurry,pinkie promises,tangled headphones,melted crayons and gummy bears,bean bags and hummingbirds,spinning around till he gets dizzy,chaotic and crazy yet so fun to be around,rushing into things too quickly, roller coasters and derbies,doesn't get knocked back by criticism,cans of fizzy drinks and neon lights,skips school,tye dye shirts and nitendo games,impulse and class clown,sticks stickers on stranger's things,pickpockets his close friends,has to carry a walkie-talkie around with him at all times,sleepovers and sneaking out through windows,pockets full of change and random buttons,stands out in crowds and makes friends easily, pretends to be fearless but is scared of the littlest things,trips and rips his jeans daily,uno cards,social butterfly,music discs, fights with his family but would actually kill for them,broken handwriting,flannels and jerseys around his waist

-Tubbo: The smell of honey,fresh bread and citrus. Lowkey soft, hugging a teddy bear,pressed flowers,eats alot of bread,big hoodies,fairy lights and blanket forts,prank calls while holding in your laughter,beeswax candles,sidewalk dandelions,gentle cuddles on the couch,pastel yellow and cute doodles,flower crowns and diasy chains,plays the ukulele,fascinated by bees and supports local coffee shops,outdoorsy sunshine addict, sparklers and iced lemonade,festivals with fireworks and fireflies in mason jars,homework done as soon as its assigned, watercolor paintings,giggling uncontrollably,long hugs and lazy cartoon afternoons,park dates and forehead kisses,cutting pants into shorts,messy wild hair and pear lollipops,has tiny random braids decorated with golden yarn,hearing the crinkle of leaves underfoot,suprise piggy back rides,adult swim shows and lip gloss stains,being goofy without meaning to,bounces in his step and stops to pet stray animals,baked bread and washi tape bracelets,bike rides and summer picnics,rolling down a hill in the spring and bringing home grass stains on his jeans, waving at someone across a crowded room,spontaneous hang outs and self made clay rings,sitting in the warm sunlit grass on early spring mornings,rock painting and hiding them for other people to find,picking apples from trees but needing to be held up in order to reach one

-Ranboo: The smell of peppermint tea,denim and rain. Is there for everyone but never themselves,regrets things they said but can never find the nerves to apologize,clumps of mascara and winged eyeliner,writes down every tiny thing in notebooks, loves children and their friends,forgetting that they already grabbed a waterbottle,drawing on condensation windows,rainy days and puddles,always on the edge of a breakdown,elevator music and long limbs,old tape recordings and cassettes,moss covered ruins and greenhouses,wanting to be in multiple places at the same time,different colored socks,long hugs and head pats,reading under the covers,collages and spray paint,record players and walks alone through the woods,loves playing by creeks and collecting stones,always wondering and worrying about things they shouldn't,vivid dreams and leather jackets, silver necklaces and piercings,snoozing their alarm clock, seeing the moon in the early morning,blurry photographs and windswept hair,downpours and comfortable silence,wrapping gifts and handing them over with shaking hands,sitting on a rooftop and spontaneous plans,lofi sounds and long train roads,deja vu moments,randomly dissapears and sipping tea, cold concrete and city parks,tickets and brochures from places they visited,dusty parchment and desperately trying to be a good person,wikipedia articles and lace-up boots,often loses track of time while talking to people they love,sings to the radio and avoids conflict if possible,can't sit still for five minutes, perpetually in an emo phase and knows more than they let on, hawaiian shirts,henna tattoos and sparkling water,sleeping in complete darkness and the relief of falling into bed,midnight thunderstorms and anticipation for the coming day,lucky charms and the sound of rain hitting the windows

-Dream: The smell of apples,eucalyptus,vanilla and green tea. Freckles and smiley faces,glow sticks and wrinkled linen, probably a really good singer,wild laughter and jellyfish, popular,tanned skin and cruising with the top down,doesn't take shit from anyone,analytical and self assured,beachy waves and dreamy sunsets,running barefoot,likes being active and on the go at all times,sassy and dramatic as fuck,dream catchers and hammocks,glow in the dark stickers on his phonecase, feisty and a sense of danger,brought home stray cats when he was a child,falling in love with strangers,waking up early and continue laying on the bed,golden hours and 4pm naps,soft aching hands burried in messy hair,center of attention,static and heavy breathing,old percy jackson books under the bed, throwing pebbles at the closed windows of his friends' room, retro diners at 2am,adrenaline junkie and nighttime thriver,will go insane if cooped up indoors for too long,deadlines till last minute,oversleeping and coming home past midnight,naturally a really good surfer,hugs from behind and neck kisses,checking the fridge at 1am,ice cream in bed and cat cuddles,always picks up over facetime

Might make more parts for some of the other guys :)

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kookiebunnii · 4 years

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lucky in love || min yoongi

→ summary: you didn’t expect to start your day with an arrow to the heart, quite literally, but neither did you expect to meet cupid himself. quickly realizing that you aren’t dramatically falling in love from the effects of cupid’s arrow, the two of you unexpectedly team up to solve this curious dilemma. however, at the end of it all, what if cupid is the one falling in love?

→ pairing: cupid!yoongi x reader

→ genre: roman/greek mythology au, fluff

→ word count: 6.6k

→ warnings: mature language

→ a/n: this is sort of a half-gift to myself and @cinnaminsvga, the author who actually inspired me to write again. i just hit 200 followers, and i guess i also wanted zee to know that her works definitely motivate and inspire others!

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Sitting in your armchair, embroidering little white carnations into the hem of the wedding dress in your hands, you truly thought that you couldn’t be any more content. This particular order had recently prompted the idea of “love” into your mind whenever you worked, as your customer had practically beamed with excitement when talking about her fiancée. Although your family and friends seemingly had your relationship status on the forefront of their minds, it wasn’t something you chose to fret about. You’d had your fair share of boyfriends, men you enjoyed spending time with and even one you thought about a “happily ever after” with. But of course, your career and independent personality typically got in the way.

It had led to heartaches and internal turmoil early on in your life, but now you were a freelancer, a fashion designer making clothes from your apartment. It wasn’t the most luxurious life imaginable, but it was the life you wanted. You were able to do what you loved while helping others. Romantic love just wasn’t on this week’s to-do list...orders were.

You set the piece down and slowly rotate your wrists to chase the stiffness away from your joints. Taking a sip of your chamomile tea, you watch as the horizon outside your window lights the buildings aglow with an orange and pink hue. The colors are beautiful, and you’re briefly inspired. Heading to your workbench in the room next to you, you grab your pocket notebook and scribble down the colors you see outside. You always wrote little notes in this particular journal, hoping to use it for your own creative works someday if not for a future customer’s order. Examining the words “pink, orange, yellow blending” in your casual scrawl, you flip to previous pages to reread your past bouts of inspiration.

You sigh, knowing that this wedding dress was your last big order for the month. Perhaps you now have enough time and funds saved up to work on something for yourself next week.

Your discarded cell phone on the couch begins beeping incessantly, so you set your notebook back down and skirt over to check what it’s for. You make a small sound of happiness, remembering that you had ordered Thai food for dinner tonight. Taking off your work apron and hanging it on a hook in your office, you find the warmest coat you own before rushing out the door.

Weather these days is like a finicky child who can’t make up his mind. In the daylight you’d have to pull on a t-shirt and a long skirt to fully appreciate the rare breezes that danced through the open windows. However, after sunset, temperatures could drop quite steeply. You’re reminded of this again when you’re forced to tuck your hands into your pockets and tell yourself to hurry.

The street is lit with soft lamplight and despite the cold and hunger resting in your belly, the artist in you can’t help but appreciate how beautiful this sight is as well. Round circles of yellow going from intense to faded against a midnight blue backdrop fill your thoughts. It’s so distracting that you almost walk past your destination without realizing.

Quickly backpedaling a few steps, you head into Thai Us Together—you must give the owners credit for their pun-tastic name—and greet the familiar worker at the front desk. She engages you in some polite conversation before handing you your usual order and bidding you goodbye.

It’s only when you are a few steps away from the entrance to your apartment complex that you are hit in the chest by an arrow.

You realize this not because you feel any sort of pain from the attack, but because a translucent arrow radiating a pinkish glow is now visibly protruding from your front. Firmly planted above your ribs, you’re momentarily at a loss. Perhaps any normal person would be screaming in terror, but you just stare, wide-eyed, wondering if you were dreaming. Things never got this crazy in your dreams though.

“Why isn’t it working?”

You blink and suddenly there’s a dark-haired, pale-faced man in front of you. He doesn’t look much older than you, as he stands in front of you with his arms crossed. Frowning in discontent, he stares in the direction of your chest unabashedly and you feel that you have the right to be more than a little offended.

“Um, hello? My eyes are up here.”

When his eyes finally find yours, they’re filled with shock with a little bit of fear mixed in. You almost wonder if you’d grown a second head or something, with the way he was staring at you.

“You can see me?” he asks, pointing at himself as you roll your eyes in response.

“Who else is staring at my chest around here? Yes, you.”

The boy starts laughing, his gums showing cutely in response to your curt reply. You can feel your cheeks warming as you wonder whether your statement deserved to be received with this much amusement.

“You’re a funny one,” he finally notes, before a worried expression takes over his features again, “But you’re human aren’t you? You shouldn’t be able to see me.”

You adjust your takeout in your hands before resting a hand on your hip, “Well, I see you very clearly. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have pad thai to enjoy and an arrow to the heart to deal with.”

He grabs your arm, and the touch is so palpable that you know now that you’re definitely not dreaming. You turn to meet the stranger’s gaze again, and the curiosity filling his brown eyes is undeniable.

“You see the arrow too?” he whispers in awe, gesturing to the faint but very noticeable projectile still lodged in your front.

Sighing, you say, “Okay at least I’m not hallucinating this then. Look, I need to try and get this thing out and get to my dinner. If you don’t have any suggestions on how to remove arrows that don’t even feel like they’re actually there, then I suggest you head home.”

He follows you through the gate, matching your hurried steps with ease until you finally snap and turn on him. He almost bumps into you as a result of your sudden halt but quickly readjusts himself and looks at you with an unreadable expression.

After a short glaring contest, he gives you a small smile with a glint in his eye, “I know exactly how to get that out. In fact, I was the one who shot it.”

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Maybe all these years of living alone has finally dulled your warning senses to the point where you were fine letting dangerous strangers into your home. You’d always been too trusting of a person, but you felt too tired and confused to put up much of a fight tonight anyways. You just wanted to enjoy one of your favorite noodle dishes and get rid of whatever black magic was involved in this painless arrow buried inside you. If it meant inviting a random puzzling but handsome individual into your abode, then so be it.

As you dig into your meal, you watch as your guest sips on his glass of water. He had denied your offer of food, but you could at least say you were a polite host. With your stomach now appeased, you take your own gulp of water before launching into an interrogation.

“Who are you?” you ask.

He tilts his head, observing you for what feels like the seventh time that day. Finally, he leans back in his seat in thought. The silence permeates your residence for a good minute before he finally utters, “I’m Cupid, God of desire, attraction, and affection.”

You stop mid-chew to openly gawk at the black-haired male in front of you. This boy, dressed in a large hoodie and ripped jeans, is supposed to be the fat baby featured on Valentine’s Day cards? Maybe you brought a crackhead into your home.

“I know what you’re thinking. You mortals have ruined my image recently and as a result I am no longer receiving the respect I deserve,” he purses his lips before setting his water glass aside and openly observing you again, “But I am in fact Cupid.

“Okay let’s say you are Cupid or whatever and you shot me. Doesn’t this mean I’m supposed to fall in love now or something? I don’t feel anything other than a desire to finish the rest of this delicious pad thai.”

He doesn’t even smile at your attempt at lighthearted humor, instead wrinkling his brow further at your words.

“That is rather curious.”

Fiddling with a stray bean sprout on your plate, you add, “Well, could we start with removing this first?”

He finally gives you an amused grin when you gesture to the faint outline of an arrow above your ribs, which appears to be growing increasingly hard to see as time passes. Maybe you are finally going off the deep end.

“It’ll disappear soon,” and as soon as the words leave his lips, the arrow has faded entirely. He turns slightly, and a quiver suddenly appears on his back. You count 11 arrows before another slowly fills the remaining empty spot to complete the final dozen.

Your jaw is practically on the floor at this display.

“I need to figure out why this is happening,” he muses, resting his chin on his hand and training his unwavering gaze on you once again.

Jeez, you were starting to feel like an exhibit at the zoo.

“Look, as much as I appreciate meeting a god, I have work to do and a deadline to meet. I’m sure this is very fascinating, but frankly I’d rather not fall in love anyways so I’m quite glad this didn’t work,” you stand up to set your cleared dish in the sink before heading for the door to escort him out.

“Why not?” he asks, as if he couldn’t imagine why anyone would ever not want to be in love.

You turn after undoing the lock at your door to find that he still hasn’t budged from his chair. Clearly not on the same page as you are, you saunter over to him and do your best to give him a menacing look, “I’m happy the way I am. Now are you leaving?”

You definitely weren’t usually this rude, but the amalgamation of your anxiety to get back to work and the confusion of trying to understand what was happening to you made for a deadly combo. Today’s events were definitely giving you a short fuse. If this offends him, Cupid sure doesn’t show it, because he just gives you a small tilt of his lips before heading to your kitchen to wash his empty cup.

You watch, mystified, as he sets his cup on the drying rack before washing the plate you had left in the sink earlier. At this point you rush forward, embarrassed, but he simply shakes the excess water off the plate before leaving it next to his discarded cup. You thought Cupid was supposed to be mischievous, and maybe this guy was, but he was definitely going out of his way to be nice to you.

“Thanks” you mumble halfheartedly, suddenly feeling a bit regretful that you were trying your damnedest to shoo him out earlier.

He chuckles, drying his hands on your teacloth hanging nearby before asking, “Can I ask you some questions?”

Deciding that no ill-natured person would go through the trouble of washing your dishes before murdering you, you lead him to your living room where you were previously working on embroidery. The wedding dress is still resting on the arm of the chair you previously occupied, so you briefly excuse yourself to move the large piece back to your workspace.

When you come back, he seems to be running his tongue against the inside of his cheek in thought. It distracts you for a bit until he finally asks, “Are you getting married?”

Sputtering with a bright fuchsia across your cheekbones, you quickly reply, “No! No, it’s an order for a customer. I’m a designer.”

He sighs in relief, “Thank Zeus, I honestly thought I had lost all of my powers including my sense. Maybe it’s just my arrows that are faulty.”

When he notices how you’re looking at him quizzically, he kindly explains, “Usually, getting hit with my arrow means you fall in love with the person I’ve assigned. For some reason that clearly hasn’t happened for you. Besides, you’re definitely not supposed to see me or my arrows unless I will it to happen.”

You frown, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth as you think. If this dark-haired boy is to be trusted, was there actually something wrong with you? Additionally, who had he chosen for you? Maybe if it was meant to be and all that jazz, you could just have Cupid introduce the two of you and he can be on his way. That’d be much simpler than trying to wrap your head around the idea that Roman Gods existed.

“Who’s the person?”

He smirks, appearing to be amused at your shy remark, “Mortals are simple creatures. It matters more whether your significant other is as good-looking as you imagined than the possibility that something is very wrong with you.”

“Hey, I didn’t say that. Besides, you could just wingman me with the guy you picked and then go back to shooting people for fun. You’re acting like the end of the world is coming.”

Lounging on your couch, he grabs one of the decorative pillows next to him and begins playing with the loose strands like an easily entertained cat. You sit down next to him, grabbing the other cushion to hold in your arms for security while he exhales in disappointment.

“It’s not that easy. This isn’t something that’s supposed to happen,” he admits, tossing the pillow aside and training his eyes on you.

“Well, you could always ask one of your fellow gods, right? Isn’t your mom Venus or something? I’m sure she has plenty of experience in the love department,” you suggest, wondering if you were being too gullible by accepting and participating in his fantastical stories.

He scoffs, “If she knew about you, she’d just tell me to kill you.”

“Okay so we won’t be asking her for help under any circumstances. Got it.”

He laughs again, and you can’t help but crack a smile of your own. Maybe in another world, if he just happened to be a random boy you bumped into one day, you’d actually want to be friends with him. But in your reality, he was supposed to be a god. If your lessons in Roman mythology meant anything, humans should probably fear those like him instead of inviting them into their one-bedroom apartments.

“You’re probably one of the more amusing mortals I’ve met recently,” he grins, “Do you still want to know who I chose for you?”

Heart racing, it was as if you could feel your pulse thrumming in anticipation. Wasn’t this what every person wanted? To know who they would end up with, to know who they were supposed to love until their last breath? Even if you were a self-declared non-romantic, the idea was still interesting. Its appeal was still undeniable, even if it wasn’t a priority for you.

But then you hesitated, wondering if it was beneficial for you to even know this. Did you like the idea of this cheeky boy just randomly selecting a guy for you? Maybe free will was just an illusion, but how would you even go about your life if you knew that you were supposed to be with someone—no alternatives? That kind of pressure just didn’t float your boat at all.

“Never mind actually. It’s probably better if you don’t tell me.”

This statement surprises him, because he actually leans forward to rest his palm against your forehead with a concerned expression on his features. Up close, you can see the pretty faint freckles across the bridge of his nose and the small speckles of gold in his irises. No, this boy is definitely not human.

“What happened to Y/N?” he jokes, laughing when you brush his hand away to look at him with a frown.

“Look, it doesn’t mean I’m not curious. Besides, now I can pick who I want to be with without your ministrations being a part of it,” you huff, crossing your arms.

Smirking, you can see the mischievousness lighting up his eyes at your words, “And how will you know that the man you’ve ‘picked’ isn’t just someone else I’ve chosen to hit you through the heart with?”

You don’t respond at his teasing question which causes your guest to lean back once again with satisfaction. If he really was the omnipotent entity he claimed to be, you guess you wouldn’t really know if you liked someone out of your own volition. At least you could now pin the blame of being with some of your past exes as a result of Cupid’s interference and not your lack of good judgment.

“I’m going to have to monitor you for a few days. I’ll head back to Olympus every once in a while, seeing if I can find any answers for this oddity. If anything strange happens, just call for me.”

You pull out your cell on instinct, and he laughs while taking the device and slipping it back into your pocket. Instead, he takes your hands in his and intertwines your fingers together as if you were praying.

“You want me to pray to you and you’ll just show up?” you ask incredulously, trying hard to ignore the way you could feel the blood rushing to your head at his warm touch against the backs of your hands.

He nods, “It’s how it used to be, back when you all believed in us. I’ll be off now. See you tomorrow.”

One second, he’s there and the next he’s not. Standing awkwardly in the middle of your living room, fingers interlocked, you could genuinely convince yourself that you had just had an extremely hyper realistic dream. Unfortunately, the lingering heat of his hold on you remains undeniable.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Enjoying the tart taste spreading across your tongue from your homemade lemon tea, you set your glass down before admiring the semi-finished piece in front of you. You had set the wedding dress onto a mannequin in your studio after completing the final details to better observe the overall look. You need to pull in the waist a bit more and fix the neckline, so you step forward to remove the dress and get to work again.

“It looks nice.”

The sudden words cause you to almost trip over your own feet and you have no choice but to grab your mannequin for balance. Cupid chuckles from behind you, and you glance at him wide-eyed long enough to catch what look like wings folding behind his back before they disappear.

“Hello,” you squeak, surprised at his random entrance after leaving you alone for two days.

“You’re quite talented for someone who designs and makes the pieces herself,” he muses, stepping closer to you to catch the fabric of the lace sleeve in his fingertips.

“It’s nothing really. I’m just a decent option for someone looking for something original and unique, I suppose.”

He tilts your chin up to look at him and the motion sends an entire series of shockwaves through your system. No one had been this close to you in a long time, so maybe you were just reacting because of the unfamiliarity.

Yeah, that’s probably what it was.

Cupid hesitates, as if he had lost his train of thought, before quickly recovering, “Give yourself more credit, love.”

Pulling away from you, he leans back against your workbench with his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. Shaking the bangs away from his eyes, he says, “Do you feel any different?”

“No. I had half the mind that I just dreamt the whole thing,” you reply, finally letting go of the mannequin and stepping towards your desk to find some thread and a sewing needle.

He hums in thought, watching your movements as he says, “I haven’t had much luck either. I went to Vulcan, asked him if he could look at my arrows. He said they were in good working order but replaced a few of them anyways at my request.”

“Vulcan? Is that Hephaestus’s Roman name?”

“Yes, I wonder why Greek names are more familiar to you. Perhaps schooling is different nowadays,” he comments, watching as you take a seat across from him and begin making your adjustments.

“If it’s any consolation, they do look shinier than before,” you tease, pointing at the quiver appearing on his back.

He gives you an amused chuckle, pulling out one of the arrows to examine it from its point to the sleek feathers at its very end. When it finally disappears from his hands to return to its home on his back, he quips, “Are you sure you’re not a demigod?”

The question catches you off guard for sure, but you decide to play his game anyways, and think back to your parents. Did they ever do anything that seemed…otherworldly? Did they seem like the type of people to run off and have a tryst with some Olympian god or goddess?

Haha, definitely not.

You shake your head, giggling at the possibility since you knew your parents very well. He takes your answer with a nod and continues looking out towards the large window at the scene outside. The sky is a pale blue today with fluffy white clouds gliding by with ease. You were almost done with this order, and you planned to ship it to your customer this weekend. Maybe you’d enjoy a picnic outside to celebrate afterwards.

“Do you…have another name that you use? Calling you Cupid just seems weird. I still can’t get the name to disassociate from the image of a chubby winged baby in my head.”

He takes your question seriously, a trait you notice by the way he’s seemingly lost in thought. You wait patiently though, continuing to work on your methodical stiches as he ponders.

“Yoongi,” he finally says, appearing satisfied.

“Yoongi? That’s an interesting choice,” you reply, feeling the way this new name rolled off your tongue.

“It was the name of a mortal I knew. I quite like it.”

You accept his choice, finishing your alteration on the neckline and deciding to call it a day. You’ll spend the next few days attaching the sequins, which was bound to be an exhausting task. Just as you’re about to set the dress back on your trusty mannequin, the sound of glass breaking causes you to scream.

A creature seemingly out of your worst nightmares crawls through the windowpane, flames of fire spilling from its mouth. You can’t help but cling onto the back of Yoongi’s sweatshirt once he backs up against you in a defensive stance. The monster looks like a lion from the front, but you notice what appears to be a snake lazily dancing back and forth from where its tail ought to be. Oh, and was that the head of a goat sticking out from its back?

You never thought about how you would die, but this sure wasn’t at the top of your list.

“Fuck, why is this here?” Yoongi growls, and the deep sound that resonates from his chest makes you tighten your fingers on him.

“What is it?” you ask, but the way your voice is compressed in fear barely lets the words escape from your lips. It seems to ignore Cupid altogether, the blazing coals it calls eyes refusing to look away from your fearful expression.

He ignores your question, instead sweeping you off your feet and uttering, “Hold on tight” before skirting around the edge of the room with the creature hot on his heels. You don’t need to be told twice, immediately ducking your head into his shoulder, trying your best to ignore the way the beast sounded dangerously close. When you finally dare to open your eyes, Yoongi has ducked through the gaping hole where your window once was with his hand on the back of your head. He looks down at you briefly before jumping off the ledge.

Your scream sticks in your throat, as you feel the pit of your stomach fall alongside your body. A second later however, the two of you are gliding upwards as if flying. The buildings are a blur with how fast you are going, so you opt to just close your eyes and keep a locked grip on your savior. Even though you had no clue where you were being taken, you sure as hell weren’t about to return to your apartment even if it hadn’t turned into a pile of ashes by now.

When Yoongi finally stops, it feels like an eternity has passed, and your head is so dizzy that you’re forced to lean against a tree for support. As you try to keep the contents of your stomach from making an appearance, you make out the blurry form of your new friend pacing back and forth with his hair a mess. He is very clearly stressed, so you shift to grip the side of his pant leg when he paces closer to you.

“We’re fine now,” you mumble, tugging him closer. You hope he sits down so you could lean your head on his shoulder. It was starting to get chilly and you want to get ahold of whatever warmth was currently available.

Perhaps he can read your mind too because he kneels in the grass in front of you and fixes the locks of hair plastered to your clammy skin. He doesn’t seem the least bit grossed out, instead having what looks like worry in those odd eyes of his.

“I can’t believe you’re reassuring me when I’m pretty sure you would’ve died if I weren’t there.”

The words bring you back to reality as you shudder uncontrollably. You definitely would’ve died. That thing looked like it could rip you in two if it truly wanted to, and you weren’t exactly skilled in self-defense. Maybe you were too dumb to realize the danger of the current situation, but you were more concerned by the fact that Yoongi looked deathly afraid.

“Was that something from…your world?” you ask, grateful for the gentle grasp Yoongi had on your wrists. It comforted you knowing that you weren’t alone in this chaos.

“That was a chimera. Our worlds are essentially one and the same, but yes, creatures like that usually don’t just stop by for a house party,” he grunts, shifting so he can sit in front of you with his legs splayed to corner you against the tree.

You still have your legs pulled against your chest, so you lean your cheek against your knees as you regard him intently. He didn’t look anything like a god, and if you saw Yoongi walking on the street you probably wouldn’t have given him a second look. This whole ordeal balanced on the edge of surreal, but you were sure now that with whatever just happened, you were in danger. You wish the arrow worked on you earlier. You would’ve fell in love with some random person but at least you wouldn’t be fearing for your life. Maybe you wouldn’t have met the living embodiment of attraction, but you would’ve been back to normalcy. Isn’t that well worth it?

Struggling to understand why your heart hesitated at the possibility of never meeting Yoongi, you’re barely aware that he is pulling you to your feet until he has an arm wrapped around your waist to support your weak form.

“Can you stand?” he asks, and his fingers feel like they are burning against your side. Even through your sweater, you clearly feel each indent against your skin.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you give him your best attempt at a smile, following him as he walks you further into the forest. Thankfully, he eventually lets you go when he’s assured that you can walk without passing out. His proximity was doing crazy things to your senses, so you are grateful that he let you process your experiences without distraction.

He’s led you to an inconspicuous cave whose entrance is covered by a few hanging willow branches. He brushes these aside before letting you crawl in. The inside is surprisingly dry and you finally take a seat on a smooth, protruding boulder in the corner to stretch your legs out from the trek.

“It’s not a 5-star hotel, but it should do for now. You’ll be safe here until I find out what’s going in,” he says, and in the darkness you can barely make out his form in front of you.

Snapping his fingers, a fire appears in front of you. As you realize that this fire appears to be without a fuel source, you are once again forced to accept that your life is never going to be the same. Hesitantly reaching out to warm your shaking fingers against the heat, you watch as the light of the flickering flames dance across Yoongi’s face. He looks worried and concerned for you, so you can’t help but look away.

Your hands itch for your notebook, but you simply make a mental note to yourself instead: fire and shadows, a golden-eyed boy, warmth.

At this point, he takes off his hoodie and you can’t help the way your eyes immediately dart to the sliver of skin that shows at his waist when his t-shirt rises alongside his movements. When Yoongi finally emerges, a hand running through his locks, you hope that the heat you’re feeling is only from the fire.

He wraps the garment around your shoulders before tying the sleeves around your arms without a word. Taking one last look at you, he lets his touch linger for a second too long against your thigh before he stands to take his leave. This time, you keep your eyes trained on his as he begins to slowly dissipate. You tell yourself that you won’t blink because as long as you’re looking, he can’t leave. Your weary gaze finally betrays you, and when you open your eyes, he’s gone.

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Turns out you wouldn’t have to worry about food, because every couple of hours, you’d magically find some food appearing by the fire Yoongi had made for you. Your phone had long since died, so you weren’t even sure what day it was. Using the appearance of the regular meals to gage the passing of time, you hoped that Cupid would come back for you soon. Your customer’s order would be due soon anyways. At this, you couldn’t help but giggle when you realized how much your commitments meant to you-- even if you were on the verge of getting eaten by a lion hybrid.

It appears that Yoongi had been more observant that you gave him credit for. Every meal, he has only given you pad thai with the ingredients you ordered the night you met him. It was cute how he went with something he knew you liked, likely worried that he could choose something you were allergic to or disliked. He did alternate between cool lemon tea in the mornings and warm chamomile tea in the evenings, but you are sure you won’t be ordering thai food for a long time after you get out of here.

Just as you finish the last of your tea while pondering actually praying to him to get him to show up, Yoongi appears before you. Without a second thought, you scramble up to give him a hug. It seems that even for a god, he doesn’t expect this. Your tackle causes him to briefly lose his balance.

“Easy there,” he laughs, his deep voice mixing beautifully with his laughter as it echoes against his chest.

“Sorry,” you fumble, pulling away quickly and wondering if mortals were allowed to be hugging Roman Gods.

“Have you been alright?” he asks, ruffling your hair fondly with a smile.

You hum in agreement, relishing the way his fingers felt tugging against your locks, “Might need to take a break from pad thai for a while though.”

Chuckling, he extinguishes the fire with a wave of his hand before tugging you out of the cave. The sudden sunlight causes you cover your eyes, gripping his sleeve instead to guide you as you walk. Instead, he carries you in his arms once again before flying off to god-knows-where. At this point, you simply submit in his hold, as you trust him enough as the only person who knew better than you did at the moment.

You’re pleasantly surprised to find that he has brought you to your apartment, and even more pleased to find that your window has been returned to its original state. In fact, everything inside remains perfectly undisturbed.

“How’d we get in if the window is fixed?” you ask, pressing your fingertips against the glass to ensure that it was indeed repaired.

“I stopped by before the chimera appeared without having to bust your windows open, if you remember,” he teases, pulling the curtains aside to let in some light.

“Fair enough.”

You immediately head inside to ensure that the wedding dress was still in your office. You let a relieved sigh escape your lips when you notice it resting happily on your mannequin in the corner, looking as perfect as before.

“Y/N, we need to talk about something,” Yoongi says, pulling out a chair and straddling it as he watches you work with the bag of sequins you prepared earlier for this project.

“What’s up?” you ask, already getting back to work by sewing each individual sparkle into the layers of fabric.

“The chimera from earlier, it was sent by someone.”

His words cause your hand to falter, but you remind yourself that you have to make up for lost time, so you continue working furiously.

“Who have I angered?” you ask, trying to keep the concern out of your tone.

Cupid sighs, and when he finally replies, you’re forced to drop the dress entirely.

“Venus? So, she found out about me?” you bite your lip to stop it from trembling under this revelation.

He grips your hands in his own now that yours are no longer busy with working. The emotions swirling in his gaze allows the weird feelings to return to your heart once again. When he makes a request of you, you can’t help but take notice of the way he’s practically begging.

“Y/N, please let me protect you. I can take you somewhere she’ll never find you. We can be together, and you’ll be safe for the rest of your life. I promise.”

Of course, the offer is tempting. You aren’t sure if it’s the confusing feelings you’re beginning to develop for him or if he’s working some sort of love magic on you, but you actually consider his proposition for a good second or two. But eventually, the dazzle of the pearl white dress on your workbench breaks you out of your reverie. Did you want to spend the rest of your life in hiding? Would you still be able to do what you loved? Would you still be able to see your family and friends?

“I can’t,” you reply, giving him a sad smile and a small squeeze with your hands. You can’t accept the hurt on his face, so you go back to work so you can focus on the shiny beads on the waistline of the dress instead.

“I can’t let you die.”

His voice sounds so broken, so lost, so defeated that you almost didn’t recognize its owner. Brushing aside the wetness suddenly flowing across your cheeks as a result of his words and your own fear, you try your best not to let your tears fall onto your customer’s order.

“Y/N please. Look at me?” Yoongi begs, and when you risk a look at him, the tear clinging to edge of his waterline finally rolls down his cheek.

When you realize you’re kissing him, the first thought that manages to form is that his lips are so soft. It’s like you pressed your mouth against a carefree cloud, or some bright pink cotton candy based on the gentle sweetness that slowly begins spreading throughout your body. His cheeks are damp, and you can’t help but whisper “please, don’t cry” against his lips. His laugh mixes with a sob, as he tightens his grip on your waist.

You pull back, and for a second you forget that the man before you is an all-powerful god. As he sits in front of you, brushing your tears away with the pads of his thumbs, he is simply a soft-hearted boy crying over imagining a tomorrow without you. You wonder momentarily if it were possible for him to fall in love, because you were already beginning to feel the rush of falling.

“Am I crazy for liking you?” he chuckles, staring up at the ceiling as if the answer were written there, “I make others fall in love for the shits and giggles, and now I’m the butt of the joke.”

“How did I attract a god?” you muse, pinching his cheeks for your own personal enjoyment.

Yoongi falls back into his thoughts again, and you once again wait patiently for him to form his words. You were willing to wait, because you knew that when he finally spoke, it meant that he had truly considered each and every word he uttered.

“You’re witty. You love to crack jokes, especially when the situation turns awkward. It’s endearing, so much so that I just want to kiss the satisfied grin off your mouth. You’re hardworking and talented, placing the needs of others before your own. You commit yourself to your job, creating art as if it’s second nature. Even after your life gets hit with a whole shitstorm, you work on a wedding dress someone else ordered and tell me not to cry.”

A laugh escapes you as a desperate attempt to cover the fact that you’re certain you are as red as a cherry tomato and that you have the sudden urge to kiss Yoongi again.

The two of you decide to enjoy the simple happiness you feel with your newfound feelings for as long as you can without discussing Venus again. Once again, you find yourself working on the silky fabric of a bride-to-be’s wedding dress in your armchair in the living room. Except this time, Cupid has his arms wrapped around you as you sit in his lap. The two of you watch the sunset together after you decide to take a break, and he massages your wrists for you.

“I don’t want to hide, Yoongi.”

He makes a small noise acknowledging your words, seemingly more invested in nuzzling the exposed skin at the crook of your neck. You pinch his thigh to get his attention before continuing, “I can’t live like that. I’d rather die doing what I loved and enjoying every moment than being locked away somewhere—even if I were with you. Does that make sense?”

“Of course, my stubborn Y/N. I’ll do my best to keep you safe from her nevertheless.”

Raising an eyebrow, you shift in your seat so you can finally look at your brown-haired boy with surprise. You almost regret this decision, because the amount of adoration pouring from the personification of affection himself is almost too much for your mortal self to handle.

“I’m your Y/N now?”

He chuckles, smoothing out your furrowed brow with the tips of his fingers, each stroke leaving a lingering trail of warmth against your skin.

“Are you forgetting the vow I just gave you? A god just promised to protect you, mortal. Have some decorum.”

You frown, feeling too foolishly emboldened to be stopped now.

“Yeah well the witty, hardworking, and talented mortal just asked you a question,” you say smartly, playing with the strands of hair at the edge of his ear.

The golden stars in Yoongi’s eyes seem to shine brighter than before as he says, “For as long as you’ll have me. I’ll love you.”

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x-lulu · 3 years

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hey y’all, I’ve reached the 250 followers a few days back and I wanted to do a celebration. I was thinking about what theme I should use for my celebration and this is what I came up with since I like greek mythology, maybe it sucks but I thought it was a fun idea 🙈 anyway thank you all for following me, I can post some stupid stuff haha, but I appreciate every single one of you!! to some people it may seem like a small milestone, but I never expected to get this many and I’m loving all the support I’m getting and the new friends I’ve made, I’m grateful for every one of you!! now y’all can send as many stuff as you want, it will probably take a while before I’ve answered everything haha, but every ask is welcome, feel free to join in. I’m gonna tag a few moots at the end of this post, ofcourse there is no presssure, participate if you want, I love you all 🖤

aphrodite - send love to blogs you like, some moots, some supporters, whatever you want, we’re just gonna spread some love :)

apollo - give me a letter and a genre and I’ll give you some music recommendations :) I don’t listen to rap music but I do listen to pretty much all the other genres

ares - rant bitch

artemis - send me pics of your pets or random/favourite animals and I’ll scream with you about how cute they are

athena - I’ll make you a moodboard, it can be personalised in that case tell me some stuff about yourself, things you like to do or what’s going on in your life, how you see the world whatever you feel comfortable telling, this can also be on anon. apart from vibe checks you can also leave a request for one of the fandoms I make work for, you can find a list here x

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hera - the usual stuff, fml, cym, top five, this or that

hermes - send fic recommendations and I’ll give some fic recommendations, specify which fandom you want recommendations from, if you don’t specify I’ll give recommendations for the same fandom you send x the fandoms can be from this list

hestia - what makes you feel like home? and are there some people/blogs on here who give you that feeling?

poseidon - what are some of your favourite greek mythology stories, gods or creatures?

zeus - anything else you wanna talk about, advice, first impressions, assumptions you have about me and I’ll tell you if it’s true or not, basically ask anything you want

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mbakuetshurisprincess · 4 years

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Destiny Series

AN: Yall... I’m soo shocked how quickly yall are fucking with that mood board like actually soo shocked. I was going to do Egyptian gods cause when I was younger I read the Kane Chronicles and I fell in love with Egyptian mythology and their gods BUT I feel like more people know Greek gods and it’s easier to like deal with Greek gods family tree vs Egyptian because whew chileeee that would of been a mess. BIG BIG BIG ups to @chaneajoyyy for a. proofreading and catching the little errors and for supporting me.

Summary: On May 14th a god or goddess picks someone to take their place in the following years, when T’challa invites everyone in your graduating class to his house for a Chaining day party chaos ensues and relationships get tested.

Pairing: Erik x reader

Warnings: cussing, light smut like literally I don’t wanna call it smut because it’s so light.

Word count: 2,111

It was May 14th and the eve of arguably the most important day of your life, chaining day. Chaining day was a right of passage that had been happening since before you or any other Wakandan had been alive, chaining day was the day in which the gods and goddesses came down to earth and selected who was going to fill their position as that specific next god in the next years. Chaining day only occurred once every three generations and it happened that it fell upon you and your peers. You laid on your bedroom floor while your two best friends Makyla and Aaron sat across from you in bean bag chairs.

“I just don’t get why you're not excited Y/N” Makyla said nonchalantly, “I can’t wait to figure out which god chose me! I hope it someone like Hera or Aphrodite. They would suit me don’t you think?”

“Your annoying ass deserves Hestia” Aaron mumbled under his breath earning him a firm slap on his arm.

You sat up from your floor and took a slow breath in and exhaled. “I just don’t get why it falls onto US, like why can’t the gods choose someone who wants to be a god not a normal person who just wants to live and die and get this shit over with.”

Aaron rolled his eyes “You're just worried that you and Erik’s gods won’t be together and some other girl will have him”

“HA” you laughed out sarcastically “That punk ass nigga can get whatever trick ass whore wants him, we are over and I dont give a flying fuck who gets him”

The room got silent because that lie and everyone in the room knew it, you and Erik never went into full relationship territory just comments under each others posts and his constant flirting with you. But it all ended when he posted a photo with a girls arms wrapped around his shoulders and a blunt in his hand and the caption “all the bitches fuckin with me, its like im the god of pussy or sum..” That was the last straw, and you hadn’t actually spoken to him since you’d seen that post go up.

“Can we go now y'all?” Makyla asked “I want to get to T’challa’s party early and get a good spot for chaining time”

“Are you sure we have to go? We could just stay in and watch a movie until chaining time” you lay your head back down onto your plush carpet and squeezed your eyes shut. You heard movement above you and opened to see Aaron and Makyla standing over you an annoyed look on their faces.

“Fine, fine!” you grumbled outstretching one of your hands out signalling for one of them to help you up, Aaron groaned and grabbed your hand pulling you off the ground. You walked over to your closet, you pulled out a pair of light wash ripped jeans, a white cropped t-shirt and a multi colored nike windbreaker. To emphasize the fact that you didn’t want to go you groaned and moaned while putting on your clothes.

“Keep playing Erik’s gonna give you something to moan about” Makyla said under her breath causing Aaron and her to bust out into a fit of laughter, you turned your head to them and gave them a look that shot daggers.

By the time you got to T’challa’s house you were reminded of why you didn't want to go to his chaining day party and your reason was sitting right at the front door like some self righteous bouncer. You thought if you ducked and hid in between Makyla and Aaron he wouldn’t spot you, but of course he did.

“Woah woah woah lil mama where do you think you're going” Erik’s arm had snaked in between your friends and grabbed you out from in between them. You looked up at your friends with pleading eyes practically begging them to help you out which caused Erik to laugh. “Nah nah ma, your friends can’t help you now, you've been ignoring me and I wanna know why.”

You looked around and noticed a few familiar faces, he wanted to embarrass you in front of your friends? And make a lesson out of you for his other bitches, not today.

You looked down at your arm and back up at him “Nigga I don’t owe you shit.” you snateched your arm from his hand and folded them across your exposed midriff.

A chorus of “Ooo’s” erupted from the small crowd that had developed.

Erik smiled and licked his lips “I asked you a question Y/N and I’m telling you to answer it right fucking now before it gets bad for you.”

You cocked your eyebrow up at him, oh so he thought you were playing?

“Nigga I gave you my answer, you don’t need anything else from me. Now excuse me I’ve got a party to attend” You smirked up at him and waved your finger signaling for him to move out of your way. You had him beat, you could practically see the steam coming out of his ears.

“Last chance Y/N before I embarrass you in front of all of these fucking people and I swear to god I will”

You batted your eyes up at Erik innocently and your hands found the collar of his shirt. “Oh no baby boy” you wiped some dust off of his shoulder “I think I just embarrassed you”

You tried to walk away, you had won that fight fair and square and everyone in T’challa’s yard knew it or so you thought. Until you felt strong arms wrap around you calf's and felt you world flip upside down.

“ERIK!” You screamed out hitting his back with an array of punches in varying strengths.

The yard erupted into laughter as Erik walked you through the front door, you caught Makyla’s eye as Erik walked you up the stairs still slung over his shoulder. When he got up to one of the guest bedrooms he plopped you on the bed and locked the door behind himself, when he walked back over to you, you shot him a deathly stare.

“What the fuck was that Y/N?”

“What the hell is posting other bitches Erik? Hmm?”

You dug your phone out of you pocket and pulled out his instagram, instantly finding the photo you were looking for “all the bitches fuckin with me, its like im the god of pussy or sum.” you mocked his tone.

Erik plopped down on the bed next to you “man this why you been ignorning me for the past two weeks” Erik paused “I thought you had found another nigga ma”

You laid your head back onto the bed and laughed lightly “No Erik I haven’t found another nigga, its just been me sitting around looking stuck waiting for you when you obviously hadn’t been doing the same.”

“It’s not even like that ma, that’s Vannah, you know her and M’baku were going through something and she asked me to take the picture with her and post it to get him mad. They got back together tonight and I was taking it down tomorrow. I can show you the texts to prove it” Erik pulled out his phone and showed you the texts between him and Vannah and her begging and him finally agreeing after she agreed to buy his alcohol for a month.

“Fine I GUESS I’m done being mad at you.” you poked your bottom lip out at him in a mock pout.

“You better stop poking that lip out before I bite it baby girl” Erik rolled you over on top of him forcing you to straddle him,with his hands resting on your ass. “Fuck I can’t wait to tear this shit up ma” his hand smacked your ass roughly “I’ma give you back shots so hard you're gonna feel that shit all week I’m gonna have you-”

Erik was interrupted by counting below you.

“Fuck” you said getting of of his lap “It’s almost time”

“Turn off the lights ma”

“Who do you think your gonna get Erik”

“I dunno but if I get stuck with some bitch ass mother fucker I’m killing whoever got Zeus”

“I want someone calm, someone who does their job and stays out of any drama”

“Give me your hands Erik”

“I got love for you baby girl, you know that?” Even in the darkness you could see his brown eyes pierce your soul.

“Promise to stay friends no matter what happens”

“We will stay friends no matter what happens Y/N” he squeezed your hands lightly

“I love you Erik Stevens”

That was the last thing you remember hearing before a bright white light flashed in front of you, so bright you let go of Erik’s hands to shield your eyes. In a few moments it dimmed.

“My child” a voice called at you

You looked around for the source of the voice and found a strong willow tree waving in the wind, you walked towards it and felt the plush green grass beneath your feet, it felt softer than anything you had ever felt.

“Sit” the tree told you softly you could make out eyes, nose and mouth in its brown bark.

“Persphone” the words fell out of your mouth without you even knowing they were coming.

She smiled at you transforming before your eyes from a tree into a beautiful black woman, her curves filled out her chiton you noticed her outfit matched yours but she wore it much better.

“Come here” she opened her arm to you and stood up and ran into them burying your face in her chest tears flowing down your face. It didn't hit you until now of her story and what happened, she fell for Hades, a forbidden love and then for the rest of her life spent half of her life with the people she loved and the other half of the year with the man that she hated how much she loved him.

She stroked you curly hair and spoke soothing words to you “I know this is not the outcome you were expecting by I have gifted you a ability”

You pulled your head off of her and looked up at Persephone tears still threatening to spill out of your eyes.

“Open your arm”

You obliged her and held your left arm out for her, you noticed a small tattoo outline of a plant.

“Touch it”

You followed her instructions and out of thin air a small plant was in your hand, you immediately recognized it as a venus fly trap similar to the one that grew on your window sill.

“Anywhere that you walk plants will grow underneath you as long as your on the floor of a building it doesn't matter how many layers on concretes are in between you. Plants will grow” She caressed your cheek in her hand. A gong rang out and you looked up at Persephone, your eyes pleading for some kind of answers or help.

“What am I supposed to do? You have to help me please!” you felt a pulling on your waist as if you were attached to a rope and the other end was pulling you back in.

“Do not fight it Y/N destiny is destiny and you are destined to be with Hades” and with those last words the bright white light flashed again and you covered your eyes. You felt like you were falling but quickly you realized you were back at T'challa's house in the same room that you had been in before with Erik, however he wasn't here now. But when you speak of the devil he shall appear and like clockwork blue flames were produced around a body, you could hear what sounded like a large dog barking and then it all went away, you squeeze your eyes shut not sure what to expect. You heard a familiar chuckle in front of you and you immediately opened your eyes and started at the bottom up. Black tims paired with black jeans and no shirt you studied the person's chest in front of you which now held thousands of tiny scars, a fur coat draped his bare chest his left hand holding a ball of what looked like fire. You finally met his eyes, dark but with a hint of fire in them.

“Wh-who” you barely managed to get it out before a smirk formed across Erik’s face.

“Hades, god of the underworld”

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inevitable-anna · 5 years

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Escape The Night S4X06 Spoilers.

Hello, it’s ETN time again! I believe this may be my longest reaction post yet! I’m working on my ‘possessed guest’ theory.

Here we go...

[[MORE]]

Oohh The Gorgon and The Collector are having an argument!

Ummm... The Gorgon doesn't turn to stone when she looks at her own reflection?

Holy Musical B@tman! The Minotaur came out of nowhere!

R.I.P random Greek warrior dude. Press f to pay respects!

Still loving the opening credits!

*The Gorgon enters the lounge* My mind: "Here's Gorgie!"

Ahh! No! Don't hurt The Sorceress! Bad Gorgon!

AHHHH! MORTIMER IS TURNING TO STONE! THAT IS NOT GOOD!

ASDFGHJKL! I'm sorry, I know Mortimer is probably dead now, but his statue looks hilarious!

The way The Sorceress was touching the fingertips of Mortimer’s statue, when the guests came back into the lounge. :(

"Oh, baked beans!" I love Ro so much, and I know I say it every time but she's great!

"I will gouge her eyes out for this. Mark my words!" The Sorceress vowed to avenge Mortimer!

"I knew he was a stoner." If Bretman dies I'm gonna be so mad!

Oh, this is the ‘rainiest day’ that Merlin was talking about!

The group used the 'guardian angel' stone!

ATTFSRKDBWORNZWLBEBUANRBFKRBFOWRPGOHEBNGORKD KENNGIIIWBSIA!!!!!

MATPAT AND NIKITA ARE BACK!!! YESSSSS!!

AND RO'S STILL ALIVE SO MATT/RO REUNION!!!

Ro: *sees Mat* "starts screaming"!

Awww! Mat just lifted Ro up and gave her the biggest hug! Yay! They're reunited! This is the one of the things in the series that I was waiting for and I’m so glad it happened!

Wait? Is Mat's hair purple? It looks good.

No one:

Nikita: *shows up*

Colleen: "Nikita's a really sucky guardian angel because last time I was with her, she shoved me into a box of spikes and murdered me."

Me: :|

"We only have a limited amount of time to save as many of you as possible." Oh? Are Mat and Nikita only here for this episode then? :(

Ro: "Did you join a cult?" Mat: "What?" Ro: "I saw the symbol on her, it's on Joey. You got it." Nikita: "We're the Society Against Evil." Mat: "We're here to help. We're the good guys." Ro: *suspicious af face* "This cult is recruiting. I do not trust them." I just found this funny.

But I do agree with Ro. I don't trust the SAE.

I missed Mat. "I mean, Jael and Ryu are kinda weird. Bit quiet. They puke magic. It's kinda disgusting." Lol

Thank goodness for Mat! "Thinking Gorgon, I immediately think of Greek mythology."

Mat and Ro's friendship is everything! Mat: *thinks of possible solution* Ro: "Mat, you smart. You smart." Mat: "Thank you."

Mat doing a victory dance, when his theory is proved to be correct, is brilliant!

Colleen: "The Collector, despite being a real b*tch, happens to have one in her museum." Does Merlin's note actually say the bit about The Collector being a b*tch or did Colleen add that in? Because it's hilarious to think of Merlin writing that!

Joey: "I volunteer not to hold the shield, so." When was the last time you actually volunteered to do something Joey? Because I can't remember! (This is gonna be really stupid if he volunteered an episode or two ago)

Colleen. WE KNOW YOU HOLD A GRUDGE BUT PLEASE STOP BRINGING IT UP EVERY 5 MINUTES!

ALEX! YOU ARE STILL SHADY AS HELL TO ME! EVEY TIME YOU SAY "I need to prove that I'm on your side" IT JUST SEEMS MORE SUSPICIOUS!!

Joey: "The Gorgon's lair is gorgeous." Camera: *shows The Gorgon's lair, which is covered in fog and statues that are actually deceased people* Me: 'If Joey thinks this is gorgeous, I'd hate to see what he thinks is ugly.'

Please let Alex get turned to stone!🤞🏻 Please let Alex get turned to stone!🤞🏻Please let Alex get turned to stone!🤞🏻

Bretman: "Alex tries to look at her through the mirror and Miss Gorgon was like, 'B*tch, you dumb.'" Bretman is still great.

Alex: *gets captured by Minotaur after failing to turn The Gorgon to stone* Bretman: "Why are the cute monsters never grabbing me?" Me: "... Wha?"

I love how whenever the group gets a note and someone reads it out, you can see Ro trying to remember it and figure it out in the background.

Ok, three riddles to open the three gates of the maze. The answer to each riddle will be an object inside the maze. This sounds cool, I love riddles! I’m not great at them but I like them.

Nikita: "Shut up and just look cute. I'm gonna save your ass."

First riddle: "I have a head a tail but no body." No body but it has a head and tail?

Ohh! It's a coin. Good thinking Nikita! And Nikita got captured!

Now we're with team Mat.

Oh so they have to find what each statue was missing and return it to said statue.

Okay, The Sorceress was helping Ro hide from The Gorgon was awesome and now I want The Sorceress and Ro to be friends!

(Photo credit to @sun-shine-lolli-pops)

Okay, back to the team Nikita.

Second riddle: "Feed me and I live. Give me a drink and I'll die." EEK! I know this one! It's fire, the answer is fire!

Nikita: "A candle. Look for something with fire." Alex: "Don't listen to her." And Alex keeps trying to convince everyone that he's not bad?

Grapes? Okay, now Bretman has used the lighter!

Okay, the second gate has been opened. One more to go!

Bretman has been captured as well.

Now it's Joey's turn! Third riddle: "When you need me you throw me away. When you are done with me you bring me back." Hmm?

Wait! On the table is an anchor! It's the anchor! It's the anchor, Joey!

Third and final gate complete! And Joey didn’t get caught.

Uh oh... Joey has to vote for himself or vote for either Nikita, Bretman or Alex and Joey will get immunity.

Back to team Mat.

Good thinking with the empty pedestals, Ro!

I love how Ro takes the high pedestal and has to, literally, climb on top of it because she's so tiny, while Mat and Colleen have the short pedestal and just have to step onto it.

Ro yelling "Team Cinnamon Roll" is everything! #TeamCinnamonRoll

Colleen: "Mat and I have to stand on the one that says, "Kiss of the jewelled lover." Matt's married and has a kid. I'm married and have a kid. So that ain't happening. So he's gonna get a big ol' kiss on the cheek."

Colleen: "Are we doing this?" Matt: "Give me a kiss, lover!" The way that Matt says that is hilarious!

Mat: "Are you the new Calliope? Are you the one who's shuffling the cards?"

Sorceress: "I'm The Sorceress."

Ro: "She's pretty cool, Matt."

Mat: "Yeah?"

Ro: "Yeah, she's really helpful."

Colleen: "Snake lady freaks me out."

Matt: "Didn't Joey say that she killed him?" That whole interaction was brilliant.

Phew, Joey voted for himself. Which makes my earlier dig about him not volunteering look stupid now.

Ro asks Alex if he wants to go in and he said yes!

WHAT? Who the heck voted for Colleen?

ASDFGHJKL! Bretman: "Miss Colleen, prove yourself, Duchess." It was Bretman!

Alex is going in too!

Alex: "What? Rosanna! I didn't know what I was saying earlier. I was just cold." Ro: "You told me to vote for you!" Anyone getting S1X06 Matt vibes here? When he said he'd do the exorcism and then tried to back out?

Oh this is an interesting challenge! The ‘guardian angels’ Mat and Nikita has to traverse the maze and find the parts of a puzzle, while Alex and Colleen have to assemble the puzzle pieces to make the Parthenon.

Nikita crawls under the legs of the Minotaur! That is gutsy!

Colleen is almost done!

NIKITA! WHAT THE FLIPPETY FLAPPITY FUCK?!?!?

I'm sorry for my language there but what the hell, Nikita?

Nikita has cheated at this challenge and the last person to cheat was Destorm and he automatically forfeited his life as punishment. I feel like Alex should lose now. (I’m not saying this because I dislike Alex, I’m saying because Nikita cheated and I think there should be a punishment.)

No! Where's Matt gone?

Thank goodness! Matt is still alive! He’s just outside the museum.

R.I.P Colleen Ballinger.

First death- stabbed to death inside of the iron ‘maiden of madness’.

Second death- “ripped to pieces” by the Minotaur.

I used to like Nikita... not anymore!

Yesesss! Kill The Gorgon! When Alex tells the Minotaur to stay in the maze, the Minotaur stomps of like a child being sent to their room.

Nikita: "I seem to be doing pretty well for my first mission as a Society Against Evil girl." Nikita: *cheats at challenge, which gets Colleen killed*

Ro: "Alex and Nikita return to the lounge. Which means Matpat and Colleen did not make it." She thinks Mat is dead and she looks so sad! Someone hug Ro! Please?!

Ro: "There's this fire that's starting inside of me that's just starting to ignite, and I'm just... I hate these monsters." #LetRoBeABadass2K19

A lamp? Does this mean that the genie/djnn looking person from the trailer is next?

"Wishes are not free." Well, that's ominous.

And that’s my reaction post for S4X06 done!

And as I thought about the end of this episode, I thought that, apart from Nikita, Rosanna is the only girl left in the group. If Nikita only stays for one more episode then Ro will definitely be the only girl left and that should guarantee that she is one of this seasons survivors! Until I thought that Colleen is seen in the pirates episode, which means she may be revived, which will probably be bad for Ro as they probably won’t have 2 female survivors (Although Ro is is the pirate episode as well). Excluding S2, The survivors are always Joey, a boy and a girl, so it’s unlikely that it would be 2 girls and Joey to win this season unless they decide to change that. But who knows?

Quick question, who do you want to win this season?

Hope you like this post! :)

Have a lovely day!

#escape the night spoilers #escape the night all stars #escape the night 4 #escape the night #etn #etn spoilers #etn season 4 #etn4 #etn all stars

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twitchesandstitches · 5 years

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(29) How likely is it that your OC would be charmed by and fall prey to mermaids? (30) What supernatural creature would your OC most prefer to be? For; Odina, Rose Quartz, Mei Ling Zhou, PowerGirl, Helen Parr, Wicke, TIonishia, Centorea, Mama Defleini and Tamm. (Sorry if it's a lot, i'm just curious and couldn't contain myself.)

29. How likely is it that your OC would be charmed by and fall prey to mermaids?

Odina: Psh. Nope. I know how that sort of thing ends up. Some pretty fish lady with a fishtail below the hips started flirting, you get the hell out of there! Or make it clear you got a big-ass gun and you know how to use it.

Rose Quartz: Oh dear... (she laughs, merrily) what makes you think they aren’t falling prey to me!? (she pats her belly, several fishlike shape squirm within)

Mei Ling Zhou: I suppose they might prove a risk if they surprised me, but I had tme to see them working their way around to me, I’d be too suspicious for them to pose any threat.

Power Girl: -cracks her knuckles- hey, they’re free to try. That’s all I’m sayin’. They’ll regret it, but them’s the breaks!

Helen Parr: Uh huh, YEAH, I’m not letting fish try to sweet talk me just to try to swallow me up! They wouldn’t stand a chance! Maybe if they fast talked me and didn’t give me a chance to fight, but that goes without saying.

Wicke: Ahah; I’d like to think I could see through them, but I would need time to recognize it. Otherwise, well, I don’t like thinking ill of people.

Tionishia: There are mermaids big enough to eat me!? How terrifying...! But I doubt they could; I’m quite fearsome in close combat, and any mermaid trying to eat me must get within punching range!

Centorea: ABsolutely not!! (She’s lying, they’d TOTALLY get her, especially in the water; horses dont do too well in the water)

Mama Defleini: Oh... poor dear, don’t you know? I have nothing to fear from mermaids. They have everything to fear from me. I was the primordial horror in their darkness. My tentacles and jaws are what they wake up screaming at. They tell horror stories about me. Oh yes... I would love to see them TRY~

Tamm: ...Unfortunately, young anon, that is... pretty likely to not work out in my favor. They’d likely get me pretty easily...!

30. What supernatural creature would your OC most prefer to be?

Odina: Honestly? I don’t think there’s any supercritter I’d like to be. I’m fine being me.

Rose Quartz: I’d love to be something... PRIMORDIAL, vast and frightful! Perhaps like Ekidna from ancient Greek mythology?

Mei Ling Zhou: A yeti!!

Power Girl: We had a cryptid legend on Krypton that I suppose Doomsday was inspired by. Big, mighty brutes that nothing could stop, avatars of doom for the wicked. I’d love to be one of those! ...Sorry but I just don’t really feel right appropriating human ideas, you know?

Helen Parr: I’d like to be a vampire matriarch!

Wicke: I’d want to be... a Legendary. I think becoming Giratina would be a good look on me! And being a Legendary is more relevant to my culture than something more akin to the ones you may know, dear anon!

Tionishia: Um... I’m ALREADY a supernatural being! I’m an oni, you know!

Centorea: Same here. I’m a centaur. What more would i want? But... then, I wouldn’t mind being an angel... in all their imposible, mind-melting terror! FEAR NOT!

Mama Defleini: I am the Kraken of lore so... I would like to be one more openly~!

Tamm: I would like to be a Bean Sidhe. Foretell the deaths of others to give their loved ones knowledge, and return to the fairy circles to the distant lands from which I would hail...!

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easkyrah · 6 years

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Aeonian Part 3

part 1 here • part 2 here

I apologize for the wait. It’s here and a full fledged ten pages on Microsoft. Your (monthly) nessian infused with greek mythology.

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Aeonian 3

I don't ever wanna be someone who will never recognize themself I don't ever wanna be someone hollow from the inside out This could be all we've been looking for This could be all we've been waiting for — The Score, Don’t Wanna Be

I. Nesta poured herself a cup of coffee, watching the steam spiral through the air, her palms turning red from the heat. The room she found herself situated in had everything she would have ever wanted, all for the perfect excuse to remain holed up in this place. Bitter, rich beans for servings of dark liquid, a library chock full of thick books, and a wide bathtub filled with steaming water...perhaps it was a ploy by the God of War to tempt her more than she already was.

Nesta brooded in the dark chambers, running the pads of her fingers along the silky, black blankets and smooth mattress. She’d woken up alone, curled up in fetus style, a position she had long abandoned as her father did to her. To resume such comfortable, near childish posture of limbs meant her body felt...safe.

She’d had to research how Gods and Goddess affected her conscience later. Yet a small part simply knew it wasn’t from the blood of immorality, but the tugging at the back of her mind...the claimed bond reverberating, tethering her to a being beyond mortality, and thus arguably, morality.

Her toes slipped under satin material, soft against her skin. When she’d asked Elain who’d changed her clothes, the younger sister had merely blushed and shook her head, saying it wasn’t her. Nesta had balled her fists and searched for body for any marks—but there was none, save for the words carved into her mind.

“Only you,” Elain breathed. “Would attract attention from the God of War.” And it was another God who’d taken their younger sister from them. Heavens forbid if she’d let Elain reach the same destiny. The revelation of the falling of family had slowly wormed into her, and had finally found its roots. “Nesta,” Elain said, staring at her turned head. “We’re together. We’re alright.”

Alright.

Nesta didn’t feel alright.

She could still feel the sands running all over her, feel the dirt and grime, the blood from her own mouth stuck in her throat. Gaps and scars found home in her body, and everytime she closed her eyes, she could see the torches flaring that taunting, flickering light trying to douse her over and over again.

Village after village had ousted and isolated her after they tried to break her down to be one of them: officials, constables, or anyone with a greater rank than the bourgeoisie ordered to drown her in bills, anchor her with lies, or throw her overboard into a sea of piranhas. And when that hadn’t worked, Ianthe had delivered the final straw—burn her in a pyre.

Nesta sat still in her blankets. Did society not know that when the sea drained her, the air inhaled her, and the fire incinerated her, the wind always blew the ashes back to the shore? The scars on her skin ticked as a time testament to humanity and the sacrifices she would slave at the altar no offering of gold or ambrosia could afford.

Everywhere she went, she was sought out. With weapons, with ire, with malice. And she reciprocated all that in her own rightful wrath. Elain reserved no part of the vicious cycle, and with Ares’s hint to take her somewhere safe, somewhere so another piece of her family wouldn’t have to fall prey into immortal hands...

“How long have I been out?”

A pause. Then—“A week.”

Nesta didn’t wait a heartbeat. “And you’ve been here for a week?” The cold edge in her voice sent shadows scattering at the edges of her vision. “Alone?”

A part of her was glad that the God of War had left her sister by herself, but another part of her silently seethed—her deal to allow the God to claim her came with the contingency he’d protect Elain...not leave her alone to her own innocent devices, which when exploited—as Nesta had been in that barn three years ago—was sometimes more dangerous.

Elain smiled, a ran a finger behind a lock of hair. “Mostly. But for the times I ventured out, I’ve met the most...kind, albeit silent, man.”

Man—God or not?

The hair on Nesta’s skin prickled, and dark shapes seemed to scatter at the peripheral of her vision. She rapidly blinked, and then spat out, “You are in the residence of a God. One of the twelve Originals, in fact. Did you not think any of his associates would have their blood run with immorality as well?” Nesta could only think of the names of deities that Ares aligned himself with, most with bloodlust that would blind her other sister.

“I try not to think of myself as Ares’s mere associate,” a voice returned, and Elain’s face went beet red. The eldest Archeron spun around, and stared at a man with not that signature smirk, but with…

...a slight smile, hazel eyes absorbing her appearance. A cold but not cruel expression coated his face. High cheekbones and elegant features, Nesta supposed he’d fit in right with the gentry. Except that the sheer slope of muscles against his collared shirt, and the scars over his neck that slivered all the way to his hands, severe red marrings that showed money could not cover everything—

—he arched a brow, perhaps waiting for Nesta to scream, to faint, or to...act like any other woman he’d no doubt crossed. But the Archerons were anything but delicate and Nesta had mastered her own emotional scars.

“Interesting,” the man said, and tucked his hands into his pockets.

His dark eyes blinked towards Elain, who twisted her hands—an action Nesta knew all too well Elain did when she was nervous. But if her younger sister wasn’t running away in fear, and stood in the presence of this male, much less in the house—

A feeling of serenity washed over her, the constant pressure at the back of her mind webbed in a cocoon of fear and anxiety ebbing away. The shadows that seemed to dart at the corners of her vision dissolved away, and seemed to be in her mind, soothing, a crooning of calmness.

This tranquility didn’t belong to her, and Nesta felt a feeling akin to panic rise within her, a thrashing serpent that beat out the pacifying peace loitering.

The eldest Archeron scrutinized the male in front of her. Attention seemed to dart off of him, and Nesta had to focus in order to concentrate on the male who had enchanted her sister.

“How?” she demanded.

The man seemed to understand her question. “I am—” he paused, as if he expected Nesta to know—and the fact that she didn’t had her silently seething.

Elain offered them both a ghost of a smile, and skipped to Nesta’s side. But her eyes were not on her, but—

“I am Erebus,” the man said, whose eyes connected with Elain’s rich-brown ones, as if Nesta wasn’t in the room at all, her fists clenched. The man wasn’t a God or a mortal. He was something much more primitive—

“—Titan,” Nesta spat.

Those warm, hazel eyes darted from the younger Archeron to her, turning into something much more of a darker shade. The light seeping in from the windows turned pitch-black, wings of stygian fluttering around the room. The furniture of the kitchen blinked away into shapeless fragments, and a high-pitched whistling pierced her ears.

Elain’s hand immediately snatched hers. “She’s not a threat.”

“Excuse me?” Nesta snapped. Erebus wasn’t just any other Titan, but—

Elain tried, “—he may be a primitive Titan, born of Chaos, and a personification of darkness, but—”

“—I am her bodyguard,” the Titan sulked, and the hurricane of streaks of shadows whirled to a faster crescendo, the hair on her arms prickling. “Upon a favor Cassian called in.”

“Cassian?” Nesta demanded, clutching Elain’s arm, her senses running haywire, unable to see, unable to think—

“That would be me,” a voice boomed, and the darkness sucked out the window within a heartbeat, the sunrays pouring into the room.

Elain blinked a storm, adjusting to the light, but Nesta’s own steel orbs pinned onto the God of War who had seemingly appeared into existence in his full armor, a sight that had her more calm than Erebus’s tricks.

“Interesting,” the Titan said again. Elain’s squeezed Nesta’s hand.

But the eldest Archeron couldn’t take her eyes off the scope of the bronze that hugged his frame well. There was something about seeing him in the daylight than the frigid, frozen, and foulness of the night where unspoken deeds transpired. The red jewels, seven of them to be precise, glowed brazenly, white rays of light bouncing off each facet—

“Done ogling?” the God smirked, crossing his arms, looking utterly pleased. His stare irked her to no ends, and if he thought he was worth that and more his self-inflated ego staked itself, then he was wrong.

Nesta dismissed his with a glance and turned to the primordial deity, equally repeating her question: “How?”

A snarl came from the God of War’s direction, and Nesta could imagine the scowl on his rough hewn face when the Titan didn’t pay him a second glimpse either.

“You must remember that I am not the original Titan. While most have been deceased, I’ve gotten in the good graces, you could say—” The God of War snorted, but Erebus paid him no mind. “—of another one of the Twelve Original Gods.” The Titan swallowed, and his eyes flitted down to his hands—or the lack of them, securely snug within his pants pockets.

“That’s enough,” Ares snapped. “That’s his story. It’s not pleasing.”

“Nor is yours,” Erebus returned quietly, which was somehow more lethal. When Ares’s hazel eyes flashed, he added, “But when are the immortals’ stories ever—” Nesta felt his eyes on her “—pleasant, mortal or not, Cassian?”

Something inside Nesta twisted, and before Cassian could reply, she said to the Titan, “I’m sorry for overstepping.”

A hint of a smile flickered across his face, and he gently shook his head. “Don’t be. I’m Azriel. My name before I inherited Erebus’s...powers and duties, to put it simply.”

Any other male would have offered their hands to shake, and any other female would have grasped it willing.

But they were not any other.

Cassian coughed. “I’ve assigned Az to protect your sister, as part of my claim per your term.”

“And Az promised to take me to the woods to gather flowers, a rare breed in this area,” Elain chirped.

Flowers.

Nesta felt something at the back of her throat. Elain had stopped collecting flowers ever since Feyre had been stolen from them, gone with the wind. But now—Nesta didn’t even dare start to comment on the fact that Elain called him Az, as if he were more than an acquaintance.

She watched the Titan dip his head in Elain’s direction. “As my lady wishes.” He slipped his hands out of his pockets, and Elain gave her a small smile before walking into his embrace. In a flash of darkness that swirled in a spiral, both disappeared.

“That’s called winnowing,” Cassian said.

Nesta stared at where the Titan of the Night had disappeared with her sister. Rosiness had been on Elain’s cheeks, and the way the male had freely showed his scarred hands around Elain…

“Interesting, huh?” the male said, a bit of blade in his words, mocking Azriel’s former ones. He ambled towards the fridge, as if it hadn’t been coated in sheer blackness before, and pulled out a carton of milk. Snapping off the cap, he gulped down a huge sip, wiped off the remaining white on his lips with the back of his hand, and held out the jug towards her. “Want some?”

Nesta sunk into a rough seat, fingers running over the familiar fabric of hard leather. A sigh unwillingly escaped her mouth, and in a flash, the God of War was in front of her, the seat groaning as he took a spot next to her.

“Are you...hungry?” he asked, and by the hesitation in his voice, Nesta knew he wasn’t insinuating anything else except for the blueberry muffin cupped in his palms.

II.

Nesta couldn’t help but feel there was so incredibly wrong with this house that seemed to have everything she wanted. Before she could open a window in the drawing room, it had miraculously swung out by its panels, a little bit of the afternoon warmth seeping in.

After waiting for Elain’s return—like a dog waiting for his master, as Cassian had put it, before Nesta had dropped a plate on his toe, and he had meekly slouched off—she’d fallen asleep in the library.

As she stretched her arms, her book fell off her lap. The curtains had fallen over the windows, and when Nesta snatched them back, she realized it had grown dark outside. Picking up her skirts, she walked around the house, lights flickering on wherever she walked past.

Spotting a glow of light under one of the wooden doors, she pressed the book against her chest with one arm, and used her other to twist the knob. She poked her head in, expecting Elain to be potting plants, her skin dusted with soil, but instead she saw a sight for sore eyes.

The God of War, Ares—Cassian—laid lazily sprawled across an enormous bed of black satin sheets. From his back stretched wings—large membranous and massive arching things—that slightly twitched when Nesta opened the door. His entire toros was on display, from the sinewed shape of his coiled arms to the rugged slope of his shoulder blades down to the abdominal muscles displayed over his chest. The blankets tangled over his lower portion, and a low groan parted from the God’s mouth, his tongue darting across his peeled lips.

She swallowed thickly, and retreated faster than a lightning bolt, and shut the door with a soft click.

To see the God of War so completely exposed and vulnerable left a sour residue on her mouth...but for the larger taste, she had felt—

“—Nesta?” a soft voice said, and Nesta squinted through the darkness until the familiar flare of lights in the house turned on.

Elain stood in front of her in the middle of the hallways, dirt on her arms and leaves in her hair. Her skin was not the normal porcelain, and her features had softened. She was glowing, and she looked healthy.

“Are you lost?” she said, and nodded her head in the other direction. “I can show you your room.”

Mutely, Nesta trailed after her sister, and plucked the thorns from her hair. “How was your day?”

Elain immediately perked up, her brown hair more golden. “We’re hidden in a place coated in magic and such by several of the Twelve Originals. All but two have forgotten about this place—Ares and the one who gifted Az with his status.”

Gifted, Nesta mused, and watched Elain’s fingers rub the dirt from her hands. “So the plants here have been overflowing and teeming, thriving for Gods who knows how long. Needless to say, they have evolved with some protections—”

Elain touched her unblemished wrist “—I accidentally cut myself, but Az healed me.”

Nesta stared at Elain, who rambled on about her day. Azriel, Titan of Darkness and Shadows, made her sister, the framed fragile fawn, the flower-grower, and the ever gentle heart, more than happy. He’d restored Elain to the state of how she lived before Feyre had been taken.

If he left—

—Nesta’s own twisted. For Elain’s happiness, she would remain claimed by the God. When Elain opened her door, Nesta tossed the book Claims and Curses to the corner of the room. To see the smile on her younger sister’s features was enough, she told herself. She wouldn’t try to break the bond, the claim.

Elain skipped to the armchair near the vanity, and daintily sat herself onto the cushions. She stilled for a second, and then shuddered out: “But that wasn’t it. The woods were not completely empty. There were hunters, and even Azriel didn’t know how humans entered this magic protected area.”

“Can the Titan not take care of the threats himself?”

“There’s something else that has been running around the trees have been whispering, Nesta.” Elain whispered, and the eldest Archeron flinched at fear in her eyes. When the fair-haired girl reached out, Nesta quickly crossed the room, and kneeled in front of Elain, taking the her shaking hands without question, trembling fingers intertwining with Nesta’s cold ones.

The younger Archeron sister heaved a deep breath. “Tomas has been claimed by a God.”

The eldest Archeron sister stilled, knees locking, holding her own breath.

“That’s not all.” Elain mumbled. “He’s looking for you—Nesta Archeron.”

White light flashed across Nesta’s eyes, and when she blinked, she wasn’t in the candle-lit room with Elain in front of her. Instead, she was at the church in the first village where she had stayed, where her father had made her last offering.

III.

A week before

“Witch,” Tomas sneered. “She’s a witch!”

“Can you provide proof?” the magistrate, a white-haired elder dancing near death’s feet, croaked out. Frail, trembling hands rolled the head of his staff around wrinkled skin as he leisurely reclined back against golden cushions.

“Easy,” the younger male begun smiling, his sharpened face smoothing out.

“Burn her. The fire doesn’t harm her. At all.” When the magistrate didn’t answer, Tomas added, “The first time I made her cook for me and she knocked over a heated pot in anger or clumsiness. The flames underneath should have given her more than third-degree burns. It didn’t. Then I started ‘accidents’ to test my theory. It’s true.”

The older man froze, still, contemplating Tomas’s words. The grandfather clock tolled twelve times, each ring filling the expanse of the church, casting a cover of ancient tranquility. His eyes glazed over the dusted pews, and his hands gripped his staff firmly.

“Well?” Tomas said impatiently, eyes darting around. “Witch. Our rules say to execute them.”

Brows slowly furrowed and stitched together, and the older man slowly rose. Tomas retreated a step down from the base of the platform, and watched the magistrate’s Adam’s apple bob. “She isn’t a witch, Mandray,” he said solemnly.

“Witches burn. But a demi-god does not.”

Tomas’s beady eyes narrowed, and his fingers clenched. “I am not equipped to take down a part-God abomination.”

“No,” the magistrate exhaled. “You are not. But being demi-God yourself would even the scales, and I am familiar with a plethora of Gods looking to bring down an Olympian—Ares especially.”

Tomas began smiling again, and slowly, the tension released from his body. “Consider the scales already skewed. Ianthe and her goddess have already begun arming themselves.”

The magistrate looked up to the dome of the church as Tomas, ignoring the old man’s mutterings about prophecies and seers, stalked out.

IV.

Nesta was silent, clutching Elain’s hands desperately. Then she broke the fragility in the air: “How did you show me that? When could do that? How did you know?”

Elain looked down, rubbing her thumb over the top of her hand. “I—I don’t know. I was crouched in a bush, which is where I got all the thorns, and recognized the hunters from those in our first village. And seeing them—just triggered that vision. When they turned away, I ran and Azriel swooped in—he has wings, did you know that?—and asked me what happened. I just touched one of the blue stones of his armor—you know how Ares has red ones?—and I could project that past vision to him. After that, he dropped me off back here and went away to investigate.”

Nesta collapsed onto the floor. There were so many questions, the least of which observing how Elain called the primordial Titan by his nickname, and the God of War by his title. But Tomas—Tomas was after her.

“Is it true?” Elain whispered. “That fire doesn’t burn you?”

Nesta let out a dry laugh, and ran a hand over her face. “Yes. And you have these—conjured dreams while awake?”

“They’re more like nightmares,” she whispered. “But yes. The magistrate said we were demi-Gods…”

Nesta voiced the unanswered question: “Then what curse did Feyre have that had a God or Titan snatch her from us?”

A/N: Aaaand that’s a wrap! The next part will incorporate the ideas that I promised to add! I’m keeping each part of Aeonian about ten pages on my draft.

#aeonian #greek mythology based #nessian #nesta archeron #cassian #sarah j maas

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2017: #8-STRANGE MONSTERS FROM ART

Pandora’s Box issues forth a tale each year about monsters in different mediums. We have previously examined monsters in everything from books, to comics, to even songs (see 2016: #6-STRANGE AND DANGEROUS MONSTERS FROM BOOKS, 2013: #3-STRANGE COMIC BOOK MONSTERS, and 2014: #4-STRANGE MONSTERS FROM SONGS). Art, specifically paintings, woodcuts, and statues, offer a wealth of monstrous possibilities. Horror specifically about art is best seen with Rod Serling’s The Night Gallery tv series which was about spooky paintings which each told a tale. Ray Bradbury’s book and film, The Illustrated Man, was about tattoos that each depicted a future event. Many horror films have paintings with false peek eye holes. Sometimes monsters in paintings come alive such as in the recently released It and the evil nun in The Conjuring 2. The Dark Shadows tv series often featured paintings, from old paintings of unaging vampires to Dorian Gray inspired paintings (see 2016: #7-GUIDE TO DARK SHADOWS). Jack Nicholson as The Joker in 1989’s Batman walked through an art gallery and said, “I don’t know about art, but I know what I like (see 2017: #10-SUPERHEROES).

There is a lot of spooky art perfect for Halloween. The Greeks had artwork of mythological figures, and the Middle Ages presented paintings of Death personified. In 1505, Hieronymous Bosch completed the triptyche, The Garden of Earthly Delights, which features three panels representing the Garden of Eden, the garden of earthly delights, and Hell (see above image). I particularly like the Hell panel, and it is perhaps my favorite painting. There are many monsters and horrors that inhabit Bosch’s landscape of Hell. There are giants rats tearing apart knights, and creeping about are bird-men, fish-men, and even crocodile-men. One particular marching crocodile-man is my favorite figure in the painting, and I would love to know what Bosch would say his story would be (see below).

The painting also includes armies, descending moons, fiery pits, and giant human bodily organs converted into objects including rooms. Similar hellish work to Bosch’s was released in the 1600’s by Jacob Isaacsz. van Swanenburg as seen with his The Harrowing of Hell (see below).

Henry Fuseli’s The Nightmare from 1793 produced a perturbed imp and a demonic horse (see below). Freud kept a reproduction of that painting in his apartment in Vienna.

Perhaps the most recognizable horror-related painting is Edvard Munch’s The Scream (see below). The Scream is a series of four paintings Munch painted between 1893 and 1910. They were inspired by a red sunset that Munch felt like was a scream of nature.

In 1915 the interesting artistic movement of Dadaism developed, and Dadaists created all sorts of odd art demonstrating the absurdity of life. Max Ernst produced a forest of woodcuts and paintings that include chairs entirely made out of human bones, flying god-heads, half-human absurd abominations, and an ominous elephant-like monster in his The Elephant Celebes from 1922 (see below). Ernst spent time as a child with fevers staring at patterns in wood grain, similar to Salvador Dali’s paranoiac-critical method (see 2016: #10-MONSTERS ON THE LOOSE 7).

Dadaism formed into Surrealism, and Dali’s work has all sorts of melting monstrosities, flaming giraffes, and the like. Dali’s Paint-Maker’s Plight from 1941 shows an eyeball humanoid similar to costume’s worn by The Residents (see below and 2012: #1-SPOOKY MUSIC).

In 1954 Francis Bacon painted the dark, Figure with Meat, which features a grotesque pope seated between a grossly bisected cow (see below). In 1989’s Batman, Nicholson’s Joker sees Figure with Meat in the art gallery scene and stops to comment that he likes that one.

In 1967 Picasso’s untitled Chicago statue was dedicated, and it is a monster that most resembles an Afghan Hound (see below). I frequently walk past it, but it sure does not bark or growl; too bad it doesn’t.

Surely the cherry, or bloody bit, on the horror cake is Otto Rapp’s Deterioration of Mind Over Matter from 1973 which features a rotting human head melded with a bird cage (see below).

In the last fifty years there have been many artists that have specialized in painting or drawing monsters. Frank Frazetta created scores of fantasy paintings especially Conan the Barbarian related artwork (see below).

Boris Vallejo still releases sword and sorcery artwork as well artwork depicting superheroes (see below and 2017: #10-SUPERHEROES).

Bob Eggleton, Larry Elmore, and Erol Otus release artwork that is oriented towards Dungeons & Dragons (see below for Erol Otus artwork). Wayne Barlowe has released paintings of aliens, monsters, and even devils. There is so much available art of monsters, that we must mix them all up in the churning cauldron of creepiness and watch the three best monsters crawl out.

Salvador Dali certainly is an artist who can contribute one of the three strangest monsters appearing in art, but which one? He produced artwork more surreal than the world had ever seen. Dali had so many monsters appearing in paintings, it is hard to decide which is his best. His work contains quite a few stretched out or melting people, often just huge heads held up by supports. But those are not monsters. He featured a titan bursting out of our planet in one painting and an elongated black ghost of Vermeer in another. His 1936 painting, Soft Construction with Boiled Beans (Premonition of Civil War) features a large monster that is the definitely the first to bubble out of the cauldron of creepiness (see below). The unnamed monster represents civil war. It is a weird collection of limbs, and seeing it travel through the desert landscape it is painted in would be fascinating. It appears to be dismantling itself or removing its own limbs, and it represents self-destruction.

The second painter identified by the cauldron of creepiness is Ivan Albright. Ivan Albright is a painter who used a very distinctive type of magical realism in his work. His dark paintings show wrinkles upon luminescent wrinkles, cracks, scratches, edges, and the effects of entropy. His work is both disturbing and mesmerizing (see 2016: #3-BLOODY MESMERISM). His incredibly detailed painting, The Door, is almost as large as a full sized door, and it looks like a door to the Outer Limits (see 2017: #3-GUIDE TO THE OUTER LIMITS). But that isn’t a monster. Surely his best artistic contribution to the imagery of monsters is from his 1943 painting, The Picture of Dorian Gray (see below). This painting was commissioned for the The Picture of Dorian Gray film with Angela Lansbury from 1945. The black and white film switches to color when the painting is shown. If you ever have the opportunity to see this painting, do so; it is located at Chicago’s Art Institute. It is a large painting, with blood dripping off of Dorian Gray’s hands and psychedelic, magical colors dripping all over the place like 1969 Haight Asbury. The animistic depth and detail of the painting are incredible. Dorian Gray looks like he could turn you to stone like a medusa if you met his gaze (see 2013: #2-MEDUSAS).

The third artist suggested by the cauldron of creepiness is that of H.R. Giger. His work is dark, often grey, and with sexual and cyborg themes. His 1976 painting, Necronim IV is definitely his most influential work and contains his greatest and famous monster (see below). The monster is what inspired the design for the Xenomorph alien species in the popular science-fiction horror series, Alien. There were four original Alien films, two recently made interesting prequel films, and two Alien vs Predator films. I doubt Giger knew when he painted Necronim IV that it would have the greatest name recognition for the word, alien.

If the cauldron of creepiness issued forth these three monsters from art in the flesh, and they fought to the death, which would win? Boiled Beans, Dorian Gray, or Necronim? It would be hard to find a suitable arena that Dali’s Boiled Beans monster could fit into. Perhaps a large Greek arena would suffice. I expect Boiled Beans would stand there – barely – hopefully cognizant of the proceedings and demonstrating some form of sensory awareness. Dorian Gray would very slowly saunter forward, and each step he took would age the place rapidly like it was being contaminated as in the film, Silent Hill. The Necronim would move faster than the other two, and would swiftly scamper to the center of the arena, releasing a cold alien hiss. That would get Boiled Beans attention who would start to shake and move. The Necronim would attack Boiled Beans since it is a larger perceived threat than Dorian Gray. The Necronim would attach itself to the mammoth leg of Boiled Beans and start madly scratching and tearing like a rabid black cat. Blood would gush, possibly not normal blood – but blood made of boiled beans! Boiled Beans would get in one powerful punch on the Necronim sending it across the arena crashing into the stone stands, sending rock splinters scattering. Dorian would still be slowly sauntering to the center, very detached. Boiled Beans vicious blow to the Necronim would cause himself to collapse, with his limbs appearing as a mass of trees falling down simultaneously. Due to Boiled Beans self-destructive nature, as the dust settled it would be revealed that the large monster died upon collapsing to the ground by being crushed by its own hefty limbs. The Necronim would inspect Boiled Beans confirming its death before proceeding to Dorian Gray who was still approaching. The Necronim would be all over Dorian Gray, tearing him to pieces in a bloody blur! Dorian Gray was already going to pieces, and a Xenomorph would wipe him out, with his arms and legs flying off all over the place. But the Necronim would not strut away from the battle as a survivor. The glowing energies of Dorian Gray would have touched the Necronim… entropic energies. The Necronim would rapidly rot like it had been aged many decades, and it would burst with its alien acid blood spraying and sizzling. As the acid fumes filled the air, Dorian Gray’s limbs would reattach and he would stand back up. The power that kept Oscar Wilde’s Dorian Gray going was a wish that very much behaved as if he had sold his soul to the devil. Dorian Gray would walk away from the mass of Boiled Beans and the fuming Necronim and smile… then his lips would fall off.

#hieronymusbosch #salvador dali #picasso #garden of earthly delights #henry fuseli #edvard munch #max ernst #francis bacon #otto rapp #frank frazetta #errol ottus #boris vallejo #ivan albright #hr giger #Halloween

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“Alien: Covenant”

-I fucking loved this film, utterly and wholly because Ridley Scott let his freak flag fly

-this film is mythological in stature; combining Greek gods, Mary Shelley, Old Testament, haunted houses, the cosmos; goddamn delightful

-as the first shot implies, the android David is our protagonist

-in fact this film starkly makes me realize that he is kinda the whole key to the “Prometheus” saga (which makes it separate from “Alien” saga) +everyone else plays second fiddle /he is an id for Ridley

-this might be Fassbender’s greatest performance yet; he is given great leeway and pedestals for the character and hits all of them on the bullseye

-I think the little opening mini movie is marvelous; deftly setting up the idea of mortality and creation

-nice to Guy Pierce play Weyland young, allowing him to put his distinctive gravitas stamp on the character

-the shot of David at the piano is a scrumptious shot that exists inside the film and by itself

-the scope of the space station with the yellow sail, immediately tips us off this will be a grand adventure, far away from the tight corridors of “Alien” and very much its own thing, in the 50’s sci fi mold +I love it

-didn’t expect a person to burn to death in their cryo sleep chamber. A sharp note to unsettle our nerves

-Fassbender plays a second, pretty much identical looking android named Walter, and his very small adjustments become pronounced the more we see him interact, creating a separate identity

-he is much more docile and very tender to the grieving Daniels (the wife of the burned man)

-Daniels is played by Katherine Waterson, who has a moppet look but fierce convictions

-I find her scene mourning his loss and their shattered co life together very moving and well done +interesting to note a woman getting over a man’s death when often in films it’s very much the opposite

-what is up with both films in “Prometheus” saga making the pilot the most amusing character, and a name actor playing them? Ideas Elba before, Danny McBride killing it here

-I laughed out loud when the Daniel’s ex is revealed to be James Franco; face timing while rock climbing without a safety rope is exactly what his reputation would infer he would do

-I find the use of McBride humming along to the transmission to the tune of John Denver very amusing +again echoing Elba playing Stephen Stills’ “love the one you’re with” (and I suppose the disco in Scott’s “The Martian”). 70’s music in the 22nd century. Interesting motif

-I like how the film establishes billy crudup’s character as a total chickenshit, unable to handle the responsibility of leading the crew +interesting detail where it talks about him being super religious, referring to his fellow colonists as “my flock”, leaving him thought to be unsuitable to delegate and survive under pressure

-crudup of course ignores waterson’s perfectly good advice and reservations, which makes me wonder if the morale of the Universe is “He should have listened to her; the story of the cosmos”

-it is very strange to see so such forest and green land in this series

-I particularly like the line “do you hear that? Nothing. Absolutely nothing”

-the chemical warfare of “Prometheus” is very pronounced as the black substance makes its way into the victims ears noses; again, this directly clashes with the Ripley saga but it’s doing its own thing here and and is pretty consistent

-nice little moment as Walter tries to comfort Daniels’ reservations by simply stating “it would make a lovely spot for a cabin” then walks away; contrast to Crudup’s character overselling how great he finds it, and continues to rattle off how over worried he found Daniels, this smothering her and make her apprehensive +brevity is the soul of wit is set up here

-good god, there is a ton of blood here, a smattering of it

-I find the scene where the first infected strobes out and spurts blood out his back to be effectively creepy

-I’m considering the creature in this film (“neomorph”) a in between. Not as well designed as the giger perfection, but a huge step up from the black sea liquor from “Prometheus”. It is startling and very well directed

-a masterful little shot as a dead colonist is shown partially in frame, his wedding ring clearly in shot, another man cupping his head, and whispering to his mouth “I love you”; succinctly setting up their same sex love and marriage

-the neomorph is definitely far more animalistic in this film. It’s given unhuman like movements, that suggest more primal instincts

-I cannot do justice to the goosebumps I felt as the party was lead by its stranger savior and we see the charred bodies and landscapes

-the stranger savior is at this point revealed to be David (with iggy pop type hair at first) who then hijacks back the film, rightfully so

-immensely hilarious moment as David shoulder knocks Walter, and adds “Hello there, brother”

-David is giving me Dr. Pretorius (“Bride of Frankenstein”)/Dr. Moreau (“Island of Dr. Moreau”) vibes +ie creators who bent the structure of biology and didn’t care who got destroyed in the way

-there is a long, long scene where Walter and David take turns playing the flute that is frankly worthy of an entire essay in itself

-firstly, it’s a big fuck you to anyone who was dismayed by the flute segment in “Prometheus” +there it was five seconds, here it’s like 10 minutes and two identical people are doing it at the same time

-secondly, they are playing the fucking theme to “Prometheus” on said flute +those is self-reference in the scale of Mel Brooks (and makes me think Ridley was grinning during the Sean bean-“lord of the rings” scene in “The Martian”

-the line to Watler from David “just blow, I will take care of the fingering”

-it is revealed that David unnerved people by being so human like in temperament that future versions like Walter were “streamlined”/neutered, so that Walter can play but not compose +there’s going to be a whole genetic modification bit coming up, but now I realize how eugenics/forced sterilization this sounds

-the contrasting glee in David’s voice and unease in Walter’s eyes as David relates how he was around their creator when he died, and David notes “he was stupid and weak, like all humans”

-the whole scene the camera is robotically swerving around clearly adding to the tension the audience feels in witnessing this unorthodox meeting

-needless to say, the film takes a monumental leap and variance in tone hereafter

-David mentions that Shaw (From “Prometheus”, last seeing going with David as a decapicated head) died, but she was “so kind to me” and David loved her -“much the same way Walter looks at you” (Daniels disagrees) “oh, does he call it ‘duty’? I know the difference”

-Ridley is really digging into the horror elements of the film as the neomorph comes up the wall and severs a woman’s head, leaving it floating in a full sink +the neomorph is eating her shoulder, shoring carnivore habits for the time in this universe

-one of the strangest moments (and there will be plenty coming up) where David and the tall albino neomorph are communicating via breathing

-the most emotion David has is when crudup kills it and David screams “how could you?!? He trusted me!”

-crudup has a equally odd non sequitur where he threatens David to “tell me what is going on, or I will destroy your perfectly calm composure”

-this film is bizarre and exploitive in the extreme

-for those that are keeping track, the importance hierarchy is as follows David neomorphs/xenomorphs humans +we are fucked

- my favorite sequence in the entire film as we see (via David’s memories?) that he dropped the entire payload of black goo/chemical weapons upon an unsuspecting engineer population (who look totally different from ones we saw in “Prometheus” in facial structures and eyes) and they die as the goo descends upon them like locusts. +it seriously looks straight out of Exodus as God wrecked his vengeance upon Pharioh

-so yes, that was the charred bodies we saw before

-we see the lair of David as it is littered with graphs, illustrations, designs of his work in the goo into the neomorph and beyond + his response, dripping with sarcasm: “idle hands are the devil’s anything”

-we are officially one step closer to classic “Alien” universe as the first facehugger is introduced (to kill crudup)

-Daniels is trying to reach Tennessee (Danny McBride) as still others are getting slaughtered, the neomorphs are clearly the hounds to David’s Satan

-line of the film as crudup wakes up to see David, asks him what his religion is, and he responds “Creation”

-a early beta of the xenomorph is here (still not quite Giger 100), as he splits from Crudup’s chest after the question, and he dances, mimicking the moments of David +David looks like a puppet master pulling the strings

-more facehugger madness as others go after the remaining human sheep

-much like “Prometheus” this multi million dollar film has a strikingly low opinion of humanity + at this point, two films in, the expendable nature of the vast majority of people therein is a feature, not a bug

-positively bizarre sequence as David tempts Walter to his side, kissing him(self) on the lips, before ripping out his neck battery, depowering him

-I neglected to mention just before that my second favorite line of the film, after Walter cited a line then asks who did it, David answers Byron but Walter correctly notes “No, Shelley. If one section of the orchestra is off, it changes the entire symphony doesn’t it?”

-David has officially gone too far

-David coos “no one knows what it is like to dream and be perfect like myself”

-remember early when I said the importance scales? Well, since Ridley seems to see David as a propionate of creation, therefore a creator it would perhaps follow as such Artists Art People

-possibly subliminal moment where David corners Daniels and she’s asks what really happened to Shaw, and David says “this” then forces a kiss upon Daniels +so did this robot, who was too human for other humans, teach the neomorph to rape?

-Walter is back (they made a few safety measures since David) and this we get to see someone hitting his own face repeatedly +it is fucking weird to see this brawling action in a Ridley Scott film

-Tennessee is here to save the day, but now the brute pronto xenomorph is here, and this murder is getting more grisly by the second

-David asks Walter to decide whether to reign in hell or serve in heaven as he reaches for a knife

-the sequence where Daniels is held by a straight line as she keeps falling over the side of the ship, swings and shoots at the proto xeno is jaw dropping

-is Tennessee the giant claw dropper of doom as he uses an arm to crush the proto xeno? Seems like it

-you better believe I was eagle eyes to see if it was Walter or David helping Daniels

-aboard the main ship there is a unidentified life form aboard, but where are the co pilots?

-in a scene straight out of the sleaziest slasher from the 80’s (like prime “Friday the 13th”) the co pilots are having shower sex (to some r&b music) when the xenomorph puts his phallic tail between their genitals +then impale tongue’s the guy’s head. Sexploitation!

-every close up on Fassbender’s face is a mini master class in suspense

-I fucking cannot believe they brought back the xenomorph point of view, the first time since “Alien 3”

-this second proto xeno is slobbering like the cerberus he is

-my heart is pounding like a jackhammer the entire time Daniels is staying barely ahead of the creature

-“care to lend a lady a hand?” might be the mantra of this depraved series

-the subtle continuity of the cabin comes up as her face screams in terror as she realizes David is here, and there are no cabins in hell

-one final twist of the screw as David coughs up some proto xeno eggs and looks upon the vast laboratory of human frogs to dissect

-this film took everything I loved about “Prometheus” and kicked it up ten notches, while adding many many more layers of cosmic craziness. Oh, and blood. + I am fully confident the “Prometheus” saga will gain a cult following and be seen as one man’s tremendous exploitation of his own creation(like David?) and a particular, articulate and demented journey into space hell.

-I myself feel the flames get higher and higher, and wonder if I will be making repeat journeys to this particular corner again. I feel it to be so.

#alien covenant #ridley scott #michael fassbender #danny mcbride #katherine waterston #billy crudup #prometheus #alien series #long reads #alien franchise #film #art

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Roman Fempercy AU

I’ll probably write a fic for this. Oh who am I kidding, I wrote a fic for this and turned it into a 40k crossover fanfiction involving a Deathwatch Kill-team and now I’ll never get to that third Chapter of Endryd Haar: The Riven Hound for @sisterofsilence or Simple Souls.

Anyway here it goes.

Fempercy’s name is Persephone. Real original, I know, but Sally thought it sounded better than Prosperina. Persephone is also lesbian.

Speaking of Sally, she’s like a Roman Matron. Not even Juno can find something to criticize her about and Venus is jealous of her looks. If the Empire was still around she’d be Empress.

Her life and time at Yancy Academy follow Canon. But Chrion and Grover have an “Oh shit we’re screwed.” moment when they’re looking at Persephone’s grades. When it comes to translating Greek, she’s a D-. Latin translatians an A+. She always uses the Roman names when they discuss mythology in class. Plus she smiles even more when Chiron shows off his Roman legionare equipment.

Chiron actually starts cussing out Neptune. He says more cursewords that day then he has in centuries.

A child of Posidon would be bad enough, but a child of Neptune? In New York? At Camp Half-Blood’s doorstep? Does he want Chiron to retire early?

Anyway The Lightning thief happens as canon. With a few changes.

Persephone feels really isolated and unwelcome at Camp Half-Blood. She has nightmares about the campers killing her and even has a panic attack during archery practice.

Her only friends are Annabeth and Grocer. She’s uneasy around Annabeth because the idea of Minerva breaking her vow of maidenhood even if she’s technically not doing via actual sex is weird. She actually meets Hestia and she really listens to Persephone and accepts her.

Ares actually appears as Mars to Persephone after they fight and congratulates her on beating him as Ares.

After they return the Master Bolt, Persephone has to swear an oath on the Styx to never reveal the existence of Greek demigods.

Grover and Annabeth have to swear an oath to never reveal the existence of Roman demigods.

After they return to Camp Half-Blood and celebrate, Persephone leaves a few days later. Officially it’s because she’s returning home early to spend some time with her mother. Which is actually true. She and Annabeth promise to Iris message each other. Persephone and Sally spend some time in the cabin Montauk. Neptune actually briefly visits. Some family bonding time. Neptune has some Cyclops make her and Sally some very nice jewelry and a very nice Pugio for Persephone. Persephone gets a tour of Neptune’s palace. Triton told himself he was going to make a conscious effort to dislike her, but actually ends up liking her.

Lupa’s wolves show up at the Montauk cabin on their last day there. Hugs are exchanged and than it’s off to the Wolf House.

Lupa has a lot of fun training Persephone. Persephone has a lot of fun training with Lupa. Persephone’s panic attacks and nightmares stop. Persephone ends up terrorizing the wolves and some of them even beg Lupa to send her off to Camp Jupiter early because she’s adapted so well there.

Lupa actually keeps her for a day longer then she intended to. She doesn’t tell Persephone this, but she’s one of the best Roman demigods she’s trained since Jason Grace and Romulus and Remus.

During her trip to Camp Jupiter the other two gorgons show up. She kills them just like Percy did in the Son of Neptune.

Arriving at Camp Jupiter is like coming home for Persephone. She meets Jason and they hit it off. Persephone is a little upset that she can’t tell him Thalia’s fate because of her oath on the Styx. Persephone becomes Jason’s Optio in the Fifth Cohort. She pisses off Octavian, chats with the Lars and Terminus, spars with Jason and kicks his ass 55% percent of the time and becomes pretty well-respected in Camp Jupiter. Camp is a paradise for her. She feels a sense of belonging she’s never felt before. She and Jason are like siblings, and Jason confides in her some of his doubts and the pressure he’s under as a Son of Jupiter.

Meanwhile, Luke betrayed the camp and the events of the Sea of Monsters happens.

Percy actually meets Tyson during a visit to her father’s palace. Tyson makes her a cool collapsible Roman shield for her and reforges some damaged Imperial Gold weapons she and Jason recovered on a quest.

About a week after the Sea of Monsters, she begins having dreams about Heracles and what went down in the Garden of the Hesperides. About two days later the Hunters of Artemis show up at Camp Jupiter to rest and resupply. Persephone meets Zoe Nightshade and they talk. Persephone mentions her dreams and offers to return Riptide to her. Zoe refuses and tells her to keep it.

Before they leave, Zoe and Diana lay on the sales pitch thick to try and convince Persephone to join the Hunters.

At first, they think, she’s refusing because she and Jason are dating, but Persephone tells them that she and Jason are not dating because she’s lesbian and she and Jason are friends. Very close friends, but just friends. Persephone actually snaps at them and tells them they don’t know a damn thing about Jason. That’s he’s a better hero than Heracles and that apart from her and Juno, his patron, she’s his only real friend and she’s not going to abandon him. Zoe and Diana actually apologize and Zoe and Diana depart on good terms with Persephone.

After the Titan’s Curse, she get’s a tearful iris message from Annabeth about what happened. Persephone is crying herself and really wants to tell Jason his sister is alive and is now Diana’s Lieutenant.

It’s a good thing Persephone didn’t join the Hunters because soon after they leave, Reyna shows up at camp.

And damn Persephone is crushing hard. She’s nervously asking Jason what she should do and Jason is like “I don’t know I’ve never had a girlfriend before.”

Persephone does a lot of praying and offering to the Olympians, talks to Vesta when she visits and even considers asking Octavian to do his augur thing and see if Reyna is in her future.

Reyna is doing the same thing. She and Persephone have built up a solid friendship and she’s kind of realizing she’s Bi and wishing Hylla or her mother was around to give her advice.

Then the mission to retrieve those Imperial Gold Torpedo’s from the CSS Hunley in Charleston happens. The air between Reyna and Persephone is a little thick and Jason is hoping the two confess ftheir feelings for each other because sick of his two best friends tiptoeing around each other.

During the quest, Jason is separated from Reyna and Persephone.

The two actually are about to confess their feelings for one another when Venus shows up and lays on the whole “No demigod shall heal your heart.” speech.

And both of them flat out refuse and confess their feeling for each other. They tell Venus to piss off. Venus relents but warns Reyna that her fate will be passed onto another.

The two meet back up with Jason and tell Jason what happened. Jason is happy for them, but he’s praying to Jupiter for Venus to not screw things up for his friends.

After the quest preparations for the war against Saturn are made. Annabeth is informed of the events of The Battle of the Labyrinth via Iris message. Persephone, Jason and Reyna are jokingly referred to as the Triumvirate

When Jason and Reyna become Praetors, everyone expects Persephone to take Jason’s place as Centurion of the Fifth. Instead she hand Gwen the vine cane and is promoted to Tribune. As a Tribune, she serves as an official advisor to the Praetor’s, assists in the day to day running of the legion and should a cohort or two be deployed and a Praetor be unavailable, assume direct command. Octavian complains saying it was an abuse of power, but most legionaries didn’t give a damn.

There were a couple dates. A sharing of Jelly beans and kisses. Hands held when they thought no one was looking during senate meetings.

Meanwhile, the Olympian’s are debating on the Great Prophecy. Typhon has been awakened, Thalia’s joined the Hunters, and Persephone is at Camp Jupiter. Zeus suggests they bring her back to Camp Half-Blood .

Neptune, Vesta and Juno all put their foot down.

Neptune because he doesn’t want his daughter anywhere near Camp Half-Blood. Vesta told him what Persephone had to deal with at Camp Half- Blood, how isolated and uneasy she felt there.

Juno was not going to have her champion/adopted son’s best friend disappear right before they Legion’s assault on Mount Orthyrs. It would demoralize him. It’s not because she actually cares for the girl. Nope no Sirree. She still hates demigods and her husband’s bastard children.

Anyway the Legion attacks Mount Orthrys.

It goes pretty well.

Jason and Persephone make a huge hurricane and Reyna lends her strength ot the legion, they tear there way through the Titan army ranks, It’s a bitter battle, the Legion is relentless, there’s no turning back. Better to strike now than wait for the Titan Lord’s army to encircle Camp Jupiter.

Any way at the end , Jason kills Krios, Saturn’s throne crumbles to dust and the enemy is routed.

Than Saturn himself shows up.

He’s lost his host body, his scythe, his throne and taking a huge beating from the Olympians. His body is riddled with arrows from Artemis and Apollo, burned by Hestia and Hephestaeus and he took a Lightening Bolt.

But he’s still not dead, and he could kill most of the Legion before he is finally defeated.

Jason is exhausted and semiconscious after curb stomping Krios.

Reyna has given most of here strength to the legion.

Most of legion is bloodied, but unbowed. There’s no way they can kill Saturn, they can only prolong their own deaths and buy time for the Olympians show up.

So Persephone challenges him.

She summons the power of the sea and takes on Saturn herself.

With a little strength lended from Reyna, she sends Saturn screaming back to Tartarus.

When the Olympians show up, Persephone is on her knees, Riptide still clutched in her hand, bleeding from at least a half a dozen wounds.

After, the Greek demigods receive their awards, Persephone, Reyna and Jason are ushered into Olympus.

Persephone is offered immortality.

She refuses.

She makes,the gods swear on the Styx to claim their children by 13 and to pardon all the traitor demigods and titans and minor gods.

After that. There’s some peace and quiet, and things go back to normal at Camp Jupiter.

Than Jason disappears and contact with Olympus has been cut off.

#female percy jackson.#heroes of olympus #romanfempercy!au

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