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artoflumeria · 5 months

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finally had the time to make this short comic for the SxF | Greek Myth AU

and obviously, no matter what universe, Twilight is down bad for his fake family

#i love them so much #spy x family #forger family #yor forger #sxf #loid forger #anya forger #sxf fanart #spy x family au #greek myth au #my art #fan comic #doodles

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yournextbimbogf · 2 months

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“Just take out all your stress on me kay?” Were the last words you said before you were in this position.

So here you were, bending in ungodly ways, panting, your eyes rolling back and drool slipping out of your lips. He strikes your ass yet again as he’s pounding you into oblivion.

“Fuckin’ ugh baby you feel so good, thank you again for letting me have at it with this pussy. How’d you know i was all stressed?” he groans out in pleasure. Your ass is now sore and thighs are tingling. The amount of creampies he gave you definitely made you fuzzy all over.

“Open up” he barks out. He puts his thick thumb into your mouth and lets you suck on it, of course he’s still pounding you almost balls deep. It was hypnotizing the way his cock goes in and out of your cream-filled pussy. Before this he had you on your knees playing with his balls and sucking his hung cock. He grabs you by your skull and pushes your head further into his cock as he watches you gag and choke on him, fat tears are rolling down your face and your lips are all swollen. Don’t worry though. He praises you the whole way so he doesn’t seem half as rude.

After sex he definitely lets you play and feed treats to Cerberus 🖤!

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tyriq-edits · 2 months

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In the Plain of Nysa (Trigun Greek Mythology AU)

Vash the Stampede

Vash’s Outfit on Olympus

Vash’s Outfit while in Wolfwood’s Sanctuary

Vash, the god of Peace

Based on both the goddesses Persephone and Eirene

He, Tesla and Nai were born from the stars and were raised by the goddess of wisdom Rem, when they descended upon Mt. Olympus.

During the Trojan war he and Tesla were both kidnapped by a group of Trojan soldiers. Tesla later died at the hands of these soldiers while Vash had lost his left arm and nearly joined his sister in an early grave because of the torture they put him through before Nai found him.

His lost arm had gotten replaced by a metal one that Brad (Hephaistos) had built.

While Nai grew to resent mortals for what they did to his siblings, Vash learnt to move on and embrace humanity in its fullest, the good and the bad. "

Because Vash failed to see the warning signs of Nai's growing paranoia, he did not see it coming when Nai locked him up inside the "golden cage", a hidden room in the heart of Mt. Olympus.

Spent over 800 years locked away inside the golden cage with only Nai being able to visit him.

Eventually managed to escape with the help of Meryl (Artemis) and Roberto (A Satyr) and flee to a small sanctuary dedicated to him and Nai in the plain of Nysa.

There he meets the sanctuary's only priest, Wolfwood and slowly begins to realise just how much Nai has corrupted the cult over the past 8 centuries with its followers only seeing peace as either a direct result or mere by-product of war.

pretends to be a mortal temple servant named Eriks while hiding in the sanctuary of Nysa.

spends his day either helping Wolfwood in the temple or helping the people in the town near the sanctuary.

claims his healing powers were a gift he recieved from the gods as a cover-up

For more Information/lore about this AU just look at the in the plain of Nysa tag on my page or just send me an ask in my inbox.

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ic3-que3n · 7 months

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I FINISHED IT! (I was worried about making it in time. Three days ago it was a rough sketch)

Here is my art piece (s) for Carry on Through the Ages an event run by @carryonthroughtheages

More below the cut.

So my idea for this wordless comic is loosely inspired by the myth of Galatea.

Agatha is constantly pursued by suitors but she isn't into anyone and doesn't want to marry any living man. In a Galatea fashion she goes to carve a man for herself to be her husband, one who wont want anything from her and will let her live her life alone. She starts carving Simon but after finishing carving his face she pauses. He isn't looking like her sketch there is something off, something wrong with his expression. She takes a step back and notices the statue is regarding her with a mournful expression. So she goes back to her art and starts drawing to figure it out, she does and goes back to the statue adding what was missing: Baz. A love Simon could actually have and hold forever, not to be in a cold lifeless sham. Agatha leaves the statue in some quiet forest grove to live their life and goes and lives hers in her own way.

Also this didn't come through in the nicer photos BUT i used a metallic watercolor for the marble and it kills me it didn't show up so here is a close up:

#mine #carry on #cotta 2023 #COTTA2023 #carry on through the ages #baz pitch #simon snow #agatha wellbelove #historical AU #greek myth AU #snowbaz #simon and baz are both statues im sorry but they are happy #and agatha is happy by herself #i did some handwaving in the gender roles in ancient greece. I DONT CARE

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lovelywingsart · 10 days

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A bit of the Gorgon and the God uwu She absolutely liked the snakes before she liked him, she probably punched him in the shoulder to get him to stay still so she could pamper them

I like to think they enjoy the heat from her skin so they've got no problem being 'held'~

I also accidentally made this a Size Difference thing but yknow what fuck it, I'm keeping it

//Part of Karls design is absolutely inspired by @heraxic s version of him (apologies for the tag again...!), though I may try to sketch out a few ideas of my own <3 I still want to incorporate my Karls missing leg, but I loved the wings/tail too much for him so I'm going to torture myself//

#re8 Metalworks #oc #resident evil #resident evil village #re8 #resident evil oc #resident evil village oc #re8 oc #karl heisenberg #heisenberg #heisenberg x oc #karl heisenberg x oc #au #alternate universe #greek myth au #re8 greek myth au #lovelywingsocs #lovelywingsart

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ruensroad · 7 months

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back on my JiuYuan bullshit. Modern Persephone / Hades AU

#ruenarts #jiuyuan #shen jiu #shen yuan #svsss #shen qingqiu #hades and persephone au #greek myth au

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ammmyturtle · 2 months

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Anybody interested in a Greek myth AU for Daemyra and their babies XDDD

Goddess of love and beauty Rhaenyra falls in love with big bad dragon, god of chaos, Daemon

And I wanna see a full odyssey length of adventures the hatchlings might go on XD (especially Viserys, Baela and Visenya)

Though they might bring “the chosen one” “favored by the gods” to a whole new level XD

#rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #Daemyra #Greek myth AU #daemyra babies #the hatchlings

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oh-surprise-its-me · 7 months

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Hades and Persephone au.

Jamie eating the pomegranate seeds to escape his father and join Roy forever. Roy thinking Jamie just ruined his life for him.

Keeley being Aphrodite and giving them all sorts of advice. She helps Roy realize Jamie chose to be with him forever.

Jamie getting to rule the underworld with bits of chaos thrown in. He becomes friends with The Furies, they teach him how to play games down there.

The furies are Dani, Sam and Isaac. Colin is Hermes. Charon is Ted, he always wants to make sure people get where they need to go.

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #jamie x roy #royjamie #greek myth au #greek gods au #roy x jamie #jamie tartt x roy kent

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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The room is beyond opulent. Diamonds and jewels glitter from every surface, embedded in the dozens of intricate murals covering the walls. Chandeliers dangle from the endlessly high ceilings.

It’s the shining example of luxury. Its very existence is a direct insult to every poor person alive.

Keith hates it.

He’s not alone, he doesn’t think. Pidge, Hunk, and Allura are looking around in awe, mouths gaped, but Lance is — tense. His dark eyes flit around rapidly, never once settling for longer than a few seconds, taking in every part of the room (well, if room is the right word — this stupid court room is the size of fucking Texas). His jaw is clenched, and his hands are forcibly relaxed. His centre of balance is shifted, and he’s even standing straight.

He’s prepared to make a quick exit.

Keith exchanges a wary look with him. He doesn’t trust this kind of royalty, either. Anyone who hoards this much wealth and has their people so blindly loyal is up to something.

“Announcing his Holy Eminence,” booms a voice, accompanied by the sharp sound of a staff striking the marble floor.

All of them startle, but Keith and Lance reach reflectively for their bayards before realising with dread they were confiscated so they could make an appearance.

Fine. It’ll be fine.

Hopefully.

He and Lance have relaxed, marginally, by the time a boot steps through the gilded doorway. Even if the king’s entrance hadn’t been announced, Keith would have been able to guess: the boot is made of rich, supple leather, and what looks like solid gold. The rest of him glides into view, and he’s positively draped in riches — precious gems sewn carefully into richly dyed fabric, created a sort of armoured corset. He wears a heavy lace veil, his eyes the only part of his face visible. His crown is inlaid with more diamonds than Keith has ever seen in one place, and they once took a mission in a diamond mine. Keith wonders how many people starved so the king could wear his crown.

The king stands before them, towering above them from his place in front of his throne — an altar to himself.

Lance shifts beside Keith, balancing on the balls of his feet — like he does before he’s about to strike. His head is tilted, eyes narrowed and calculating.

Something’s wrong.

“Our king, in all his grace, has granted you an audience,” speaks the same guard as before. “Bask in his glory, and thank the gods for his benevolence.”

The whole thing is so sinister that Keith feels his very blood sour at the heaviness in the air. The rest of the paladins have lost their wondered expression, replaced with the same wariness Lance and Keith are wearing. It’s been a long time since Keith brain screamed danger! at him with such volume, and he was stuck where he stood.

They fought for this audience. This planet, for all it’s strange stillness and plated gold, would be an excellent ally. They need to make nice with this king, they need to win his favour. Tales have been spun from either end of the galaxy of this man’s greatness, of his power, of the worship he deserves. No one will speak his name, tongue too heavy with the title.

It’s wrong, wrong, wrong. But even if they wouldn’t appreciate the allyship, they would come here, insist on an audience — they must meet the man who has millions of millions of people worshipping his very shadow.

The king slowly lifts his veil. His smile is placid, pleasant, and does not match his eyes — there’s a crookedness in his blue irises.

Lance makes a strangled choking noise once his face is revealed.

The king smirks. He takes a heavy step towards Lance.

“Hello, son of Hestia. It’s been quite some time.”

“You,” Lance snarls, and there’s so much animosity in the word Keith actually startles. He’s argued with Lance more times than he can count, and there’s no one he’s known who can spit an insult like Lance, but gods above — Lance has never sounded like he wanted to kill someone before.

“Me,” says the king, and he sounds taunting. Keith looks at Lance in confusion, but his focus is still as a corpse, entirely on the king.

Lance says nothing. He’s stiffer than Keith has ever seen anyone, muscles trembling with how hard they’re clenched. His brown eyes flash, bitter as burnt coffee grounds. The air between him and the king is thick enough to suffocate.

Lance tilts his head back. His gaze never leaves the king, but he addresses the room, the gathered guards and nobles and peoples.

“This is your king?” he says, and his voice is no louder than usual, but it rings and echoes. “A coward who ran from his own world?”

Startled gasps pile over each other, horror and offense in equal measure on every face.

“Lance,” Allura hisses. “What are you talking about?”

The king laughs. It is filled with mirth, but devoid of any warmth. Keith is reminded of an orca, laughing and cackling as it chases its prey to exhaustion.

“Is that how you speak to me after so long, Leandro? I’ve missed you. Is there no love left in your heart for me?”

Lance takes another echoing step forward. The whole court is as tense as he is. He has commanded the attention of each of them, Keith included.

He is no scared prey, fighting for his life.

“It dried up when you left me to die, πότης αίματος,” Lance spits.

Keith doesn’t recognize the word. It doesn’t even register on the translators. It’s in no language he recognizes, and by the looks of it, no one else does either.

Except for the king. The word sends a flash of anger in his eyes, so brief Keith half believes he’s imagined it, before his expression returns to insufferably smug.

“That’s no way to address me, boy.”

“Do not tell me how I will speak to you.”

The king laughs, stepping down from his throne. He approaches Lance, stops centimetres away from him, and grabs Lance’s chin before Keith can think to stop him.

“You’d think a child of Hestia would be more mild-mannered,” he coos, and Keith starts at the title.

That’s the second time he’s addressed Lance in such a way. He doesn’t know what it means.

“Quiet, like she is,” the king continues. “Soft. But you’re nothing like her, are you? Except for your eyes. Big and brown and soft, just like hers.” He trails a hand down Lance’s face as he says it, and Lance looks seconds away from biting it clean off.

Keith almost wants him to.

“But no. You take after Marcela, don’t you? That attitude had to come from somewhere — of course it comes from the filthy mortal. You’re her mirror image.”

“That’s how genetics work, dumbass,” Lance bites out. “Gods, you’ve just gotten dumber, huh?”

That wipes the smug look right off the king’s face. He tightens the hand on Lance’s face. Keith lurches forward on reflex, but as soon as he moves dozens of guards are pointing their weapons at him.

Keith grits his teeth and stays where he is.

“I will warn you again,” the king says, and the threat is clear in his voice. “You watch how to speak to me. I have given you everything you are, Lance. Everything you can do is because of me. Show some piety, or I will show you how quickly I can take it away.”

Lance spits in the king’s face.

“You have no claim over me.”

Before Keith or anyone else can move or even blink, Lance swipes the King’s feet from under him, pinning him to the ground with a bronze spear he produced from nowhere.

The guards move at once, each of them shouting, half of them keeping their weapons trained on the paladins and the other half moving towards Lance and the king.

“Lance!” Hunk shouts. “Step back! What the fuck are you doing?”

“Unhand him, paladin,” a guard orders.

Lance only laughs.

“Have you become afraid of me, προδότης? You need your whole cavalry to keep you safe, you precious thing?”

The king snarls, and snaps his fingers. In a second, a green ring of raging fire encircles him and Lance, cutting them off from the guards, who shout in alarm.

Cutting them off from the paladins.

Pidge swears.

The king moves quickly, twisting his arms under Lance’s spear and shoving him off. Lance uses the momentum to flip himself backwards, landing on his toes, weapon outstretched.

“There we go,” he taunts. “Now this I missed.”

“You are as weak as you are ungrateful,” the king hisses, encircling Lance. “After all I have done for you. After everything you learnt from me.”

“You left me to die. I learnt nothing from you that I wasn’t forced to teach myself.”

There’s real emotion in the words. A rage that can only come from a deep hurt.

The king picks up on this.

“If I took you everywhere, you would never be able to stand on your own,” he says with a sharp smile. “You’d never be able to talk, if I always spoke on your behalf. Leaving you to fend for yourself was the best thing I could have done for you.”

Lance snarls, stepping back to the very edge of the ring of fire. He swipes his spear through it, and flames lick immediately up the handle, enveloping the weapon in tongues of flickering green. Keith feels something lurch as the flames curl around brown hands.

But Lance doesn’t move. He doesn’t even flinch. The fire has burned three of the guards who’ve come too close to a crisp in seconds, but Lance is still as it dances on his skin. His lips move rapidly, voice a murmur too quiet to hear over the roar of the fire and panicked shouts of the courts. He closes his eyes, brows creased as if in pain, and when he opens them again, they glow — flickering in time with the flames.

“You have made a grave mistake,” he says, and these words are impossible to not hear. They ring throughout the court, quiet and deafening in equal measure, unlike any sound Keith has heard before.

But the voice is unmistakably Lance’s, if only tinged with a power Keith feels in his bones.

“I am not the boy you left behind.”

Lance lunges forward, and the flames explode in a flash of blinding light.

By the time Keith blinks his eyes back into working order, the room is in chaos. People are shrieking at the top of their lungs, trampling over each other in a desperate bid to escape. Most of the guards have abandoned their posts — Keith can’t blame them. The flames have made this room sweltering, and have lit the ornate tapestries are on fire. He can barely see Lance through the brightness of the flames, only flashes of a bright spear as his limbs move in a flurry of speed that’s almost inhuman.

“We have to get Lance and get out of here!” Pidge shouts over the panic, and Keith agrees.

“I’ll get the bayards!” Hunk says, just as loud as she is.

Keith nods, tilting his head at Allura. “Allura, get Blue ready to take us back! Pidge, you see if you can get word through to Coran for an emergency extraction! I’ll get Lance! Go!”

They all rush to comply, and as soon as they’re out of sight, Keith turns back to the ring of fire, squinting.

“Lance!”

Nothing. If Lance could hear him over the roar of the flames, it would be a miracle.

Keith swallows roughly. He’s going to need a miracle.

Hey, Red, he thinks, and even his thoughts are shaky. I know it’s been a while. But I could use some of your flames, girl. Your paladin is in danger.

There’s nothing, for a moment. The time stretches, but Keith pushes back his despair — he has to have faith. He hears his father’s voice in his head. Shiro’s.

Lance’s, even.

Sometimes, Akira, you just have to trust what’s up there.

Patience yields focus. You can do this, kiddo.

Black trusts you, and I do, too. Come on, Samurai. I’ll follow where you lead.

All at once, a burning feeling blazes through his mind — Red. She’s as warm as she’s always been, the terror for her paladin making her burn hot.

Go, she urges. I will keep you safe. Save my cub. He has blocked me from his mind.

Keith can’t help a wry smile. Oh, how the turntables.

Trusting Red, he rushes forward, straight through the flames. He clenches his eyes shut — trusting, but scared.

When he opens them again, the flames are behind him. In front of him is Lance, agile and quick, unleashing a constant barrage of attacks on the king. The king’s heavy robes are torn. There’s a burn, blackened an raw, on half his face. His crown has been ripped from his head, crushed to pieces beneath Lance’s heel.

Lance is worse. Keith hardly recognises him with the swelling of his face and the blood covering his skin. He is still wrapped in a blaze.

“Lance!” Keith yells.

It does nothing. Neither man looks up, although Lance stumbles. Just slightly, the smallest roll of his ankle, but it’s enough — the king snarls, grabbing the wooden end of Lance’s spear, spinning him around, and pulling him in a chokehold, pressing the blade to his neck.

“All this power and I still bring you to your knees,” the king snarls.

Keith rushes forward without another thought. He has no weapon, and the king is twice his size, but that’s Lance in danger — Keith can no more ignore it than he can ignore the breaking of his own heart.

But Lance doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t even struggle. He only leans his head back, eyes turned to the sky, and starts to chant.

θεά της εστίας, εγγόνι της γης,

στρέφω τα μάτια μου στον ουρανό,

σε ικετεύω να απαντήσεις την κραυγή μου,

για τη δύναμή σου σε παρακαλώ,

για την προστασία σου σε λατρεύω,

προσφέρω τη θυσία μου και παρακαλώ για τη χάρη σου,

δώσε μου τις φλόγες σου για την κόλαση τον εχθρό μου που τοποθετώ.

It’s again in the language from before. Keith shouldn’t understand a word he says. He couldn’t translate them himself, and he already knows the translators cannot manage them.

But he doesn’t hear the words. Lance’s lips are moving, and he’s speaking, but the words don’t echo through the room, to be picked up by his ears: the words settle in his brain. There’s nothing he can do to avoid them.

Goddess of the hearth,

Grandchild of the earth,

I turn my eyes to the sky,

I beg you answer my cry,

For your strength I implore you,

For your protection I adore you,

I offer my sacrifice and beg for your grace,

Grant me your flames, to hell my enemy I place.

Lance whips his head to the side, intentionally slicing his cheek on his own blade. Blood drops down his face.

“No!” the king shouts.

The second the blood drops to the ground, the king turns to ash. The flames extinguish. Silence settles around the marble hall.

Lance’s eyes, however, still glow.

“Let’s go,” he says, picking up his spear. He twirls it once, sliding it down his back as if sheathing it, and it disappears.

Keith doesn’t move.

“Keith, we have to go,” Lance urges. “Before the guards regroup and everyone sees what happened. We have to go.”

Keith only states at him.

“Lance…?” His voice is hoarse, he can barely force out the words.

Lance’s brows crease.

“I know it’s insane. I’ll explain later. We need to go, though, okay? Now.”

Keith nods mutely, because what the hell else can he do but move forward?

“Everyone else is headed towards Blue,” he says, forcing his voice to work.

“Great. Let’s meet them.”

Lance grabs his hand — gently, Keith notes, and his hands are soft, unburned. Covered in blood, but somehow unaffected by the flames.

Lance breaks into a light jog, tugging Keith behind him.

Keith shakes his head. He follows.

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tyriq-edits · 3 months

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In the Plain of Nysa

Rem - Athena

Goddess of Wisdom

Epithets

The virgin mother

The deceased one

The lost goddess

Rem the artist

The industrious

She with gleaming eyes

Based on Athena

When Tesla, Nai and Vash were born from the stars and landed on Mt. Olympus as infant godlings, Rem was assigned by Zeus to raise them.

Taught the siblings the arts of song, dance and music.

She actually knew about what would happen to Tesla and Vash at Troy long before the Trojan war began due to the moirai telling her about the fates that would await her children.

Nai killed her for doing nothing to try and prevent Tesla’s death and Vash’s torture as he saw it as their mother betraying them all.

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In the plain of Nysa - Synopsis:

Loosely based on the myth of Hades and Persephone.

Vash, the god of peace and twin brother of Nai, the god of war, has been sheltered for millenia within the safe havens of Mount Olympus. Or rather has been held captive by his brother for millenia.

That is until the goddess of the hunt Meryl and a satyr named Roberto help the deity to escape from Olympus into the human realm. There Vash is forced to hide in a small temple from his brother where he meets the priest Nicholas D. Wolfwood and slowly falls in love with him while also finding a sense of his own independence.

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Other Moodboards for the plain of Nysa

Vash - Persephone

Nicholas D. Wolfwood - Hades/a priest

Nai -Ares/Demeter

Meryl Stryfe - Artemis

Roberto de Niro - Satyr

Milly Thompson - Iphigenia

Livio the double fang - a seer

Legato Bluesummers - the Hierophant

Zazie - a dryad

Luida - Demeter

Brad - Hephaestus

Tesla - Nike

#in the plain of nysa #moodboard #trigun stampede #trigun #trigun 98 #trigun maximum #trigun rem #rem saverem #athena #persephone #persephone and hades #persephone au #greek myth aesthetic #greek mythology #greek myth au #greek mythology au #vashwood #picsart

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coolspacequips · 11 months

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So excited to share this finished commission for @bbb35! Sun God Ryan marries his beautiful Tree Nymph Lance, in this happy version of Apollo and Daphne’s myth, where love really does win

Thanks as always for the opportunity, this AU is such a delight and it was truly SO much fun! Does my heart so good to see them married

#lance mcclain #ryan kinkade #voltron #vld #kinkance #ryance #lance #kinkade #love them and u know i gotta get that leg in there #my art #greek myth au

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wordsbyarwen · 3 months

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“I have laboured hundreds of your lifetimes to preserve the balance between life and death. For you see, my dear, human lives are painfully short, and eternity is so very long.”

Chapters 5 and 6 of the Hades & Persephone AU are live! Written for @femslashfeb's day 10 prompt (plush) and @ministarfruit’s Femslash February day 3 prompt: “your life is mine” respectively

Chapter 5 is here, or read from the beginning here.

#Yennaia #femslashfeb2024 #minifemslashfeb2024 #The Witcher #Netflix The Witcher #Tissaia de Vries #Yennefer of Vengerberg #greek myth au #AU #fanfic #Femslash February #Hades & Persephone AU

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