#part one.

[epistrefei]

ένα (ONE.)

The family is one of nature's masterpieces.

The quote manifests itself within the blank space of Artemis' mind. The emptiness was not an accident: these last days have been taxing. It was within her belief that every immortal being out there had some degree of family problems. Any divine, cursed, or otherwise bound to this Earth for an unnatural amount of time being always had some terribly hidden baggage (see here: a mountain strapped to their back) concerning their relatives.

Parents were popular. Artemis could support that. Siblings, too. Artemis doubly supported that.

Apollon was everything that she was not: creative, idealistic, personable… At times, it was difficult to believe that they were birthed from the same womb. Unfortunately for Artemis, it was incontestable; she had delivered him directly after her own world-coming. Older by mere seconds, and Artemis remembered the smile that her mother had given when the twins stood before her.

Her brother was fair-haired and tan, always looking like he had come back from the beach. A radiant smile befell him, and it was suiting: someone tied to the sun needed to be bright. Beyond that, Apollon was fair, warm, and courteous. Many days he played the lyre while Artemis sat nearby and re-strung her bow. Many nights they went shooting together, and she could swear that their arrows flew side-by-side.

Much like the sun, Apollon could be hot. His temper was famous for a time. When he endeavored to serve his version of justice, Artemis often tailed just behind him. She endlessly supported her brother; he was her kin, her blood, her closest ally and best friend. Why wouldn't she aid him in whatever way that she could? An older sister should be a protector and a mentor, her presence a comforting and supportive strength to have. Family was invaluable. Their pantheon, their entire existence, was based on that notion.

Apollon was fascinated with humans.

It was common for her brother to disappear to the mortal plane for ages at a time. He loved every minute of it; the humans were so artistic, they craved to put the feelings they could not describe into any medium that they had. They played music, and danced, and wrote, and sang and painted and on and on and on… these were the tales Apollon relayed to Artemis, for she remained distant and held humanity at an arms' length.

She was wary of their conquering nature and their urges to fill any space that they had. Artemis acknowledged and respected the Hunt, the sound of bare feet on soft grass as they carried bows and spears and knives. Animals sought prey in their own world; humans were not an exception. But they harbored vices unlike any other species, ones like gluttony, for the Hunt was acceptable when practiced within the balance of survival. To hunt an animal to extinction--oh, how Artemis still grieved for the red gazelle, the Yallara, the Mauritian giant skink… Humans were a plague on their lands, the Earth's most dangerous predator. Humans had to be contained, or so thought the Goddess of the Hunt.

Others disagreed, particularly ones with domains more dependent on their worshippers. Aphrodite and Ares, for instance, thrived on the creation and breakdown of relationships. What would they be without marriage and war? Diminished, certainly, but not rendered useless. They were Olympians, though, and none of them were too keen on relinquishing any shred of their power, not with a source so lucrative at hand.

Artemis knew this, had known it, and yet it had still come as a surprise when Apollon had announced his collusion with Ares. They planned to create a war unlike any other war in their history, they said. A war to end Mankind as they knew it, to raze the ground of all living beings and start anew. The Gods had fallen into obscurity, into weakness, and humans with their technology only worsened it. They no longer gave thanks to the deities that allowed them to exist.

For this, they had to pay, said Apollon. Ares stood back, but Artemis knew him to be whispering in her brother's ear, planting ideas of malice and death. It was unlike Apollon to take a drastic stance such as this. What had happened to the man she had known? Where had the love for their ingenuity gone?

Artemis had not looked beyond the darkness of her earthbound forests for sometime. To leave Olympus was a mistake. She had not held fast at Apollon's side as she had all those centuries ago. For this, her brother had fallen from grace. He had been corrupted and manipulated against his own better judgement.

It was on her shoulders to correct what had been done--if not for Apollon, but for humankind, for if her brethren elected to follow in Apollon and Ares' footsteps, there would be no salvation.

#lore. #part one. #save.

[loathsome-sickness]

"people show their true colours in life threatening situations" no, they show you what they act like when they're mortally terrified, an emotion notorious for literally turning your entire brain off to the point where people who go into those situations as a profession need to be literally trained on how to not have that happen

#am i arguing with random 'philosophical' type villains in my own head? #yes #it's a favourite past time of mine i hate every one of those 'i know the true nature of humans because i did horrible things to them' types #with every part of my soul

[jjian1002]

Chilchuck the struggling girl dad🥳

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #chilchuck tims #this man #scratches a special part of my brain #makes my inner goblin goes 👺👺👺 #I love meijack… she’s one of those kids asking the most difficult questions

[skipppppy]

Congrats?

#this is the first pokemon presents where everyone is excited and no one is complaining which is the most unexpected part of all this #pokemon #pokemon z #pokemon x and y #pokemon black and white #pokemon gold and silver #pokemon heart gold and soul silver #serena pokemon #hilda pokemon #lyra pokemon #kalos #johto #unova

[haroldhighballjordan]

sometimes I randomly think about the time a girl posted in this girls only Facebook group I’m in telling everyone how she broke up with her boyfriend and he lied saying that he lost the spare key she gave him, only to then break into her apartment when she wasn’t home and steal the cat they’d adopted while they were together, but then he denied having done this and she didn’t really have proof that he took the cat since he wouldn’t let her come into his place and look for it. And then another girl saw this post and knew her ex-boyfriend, and she was like “girl. I used to hook up with your mans back in xxxx and I still have his number. If you want, I’ll hit him up and get him to invite me back to his place and see if your cat’s there.” And the OP was like “bet.”

So this woman hit up homie dog, asked him out for drinks, went home with him, slept with him, and then woke up in the middle of the night and TOOK THE CAT. Like she had only said that she would confirm if the cat was there but then she took it upon herself to steal this woman’s cat back. Like she full on Trojan horsed this man and then hit up homegirl like “I got the goods. Where you wanna meet.” And then the two of them posted a photo of them together with the cat to the group.

And I just think women supporting women is so beautiful.

#the best part of all is that I also knew the ex boyfriend because he worked at this place my friend was the manager of #and I texted my friend like ‘yo have you heard about this cat situation’ #and she was like ‘I swear to god if one more person asks me about this fucking cat’ #it was the drama of the century #the whole city was up in arms over this cat

[oocsydney]

hbomberguy highlighting all of the parts where james somerton plagiarized from other queer creators:

#hbomberguy #james somerton #literally the only parts james somerton wrote on his own were the misogynist ones #and it's disgusting to think that james was likely setting up for his script writer to take the fall for all of the plagiarism #UPDATE: apparently the script writer ALSO didn't do any research into what James wrote in his scripts. man. (source: Todd in the Shadows) #todd in the shadows

[bixels]

Baffled.

#personal #not art #like how do you arrive at this conclusion #what beliefs? #the man may be a total grouch but if there’s one thing he HATES it’s Japanese nationalism #Japanese nationalists famously HATE his work especially the wind rises which criticizes imperial Japan and calls out the invasion of China #don’t ask for context on the first part of the tag I’m not answering

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

#almost wrote the champagne line as ''effervescent'' but legit could not write it without saying ''effervescent like a snail'' #ah tumblr... #writeblr #warm up #idk . having trouble writing rn #ps i don't like to talk about it . it is my medical information. but before you ask. yes this is about being on the spectrum #i really don't like when ppl make my writing about how im [whatever ID]. i want it to ring true for the people who it rings true for #i don't want it to be like ''awwwww look at this person!!! she's the EXCEPTION!!! :)" ..... #no.... not really..... #idk something gross happens whenever i admit to certain conditions and i turn into like inspiration p*rnography #like yes they actually let us use keyboards these days #furthermore i just... dont feel comfortable talking about this part of me. i had too bad of a childhood. adhd is one thing... #this one im like. still coming to terms with. which is like. my own journey. #idk. just please be kind. some things are more private than others. this one feels private to me. #i do not know how to help others w/this . and i do not know how to help myself. i will talk about it if im ever ready. idk if that will #actually ever happen #ty in advance i love u im kissing you we are kissing somewhere on the spectrum

[kimdokjas]

though the movie might be cancelled, yuri on ice will live forever in our hearts. thank you yoi fandom, it's been real ♡

#yuri on ice #yoiedit #yoi #victuuri #ice adolescence #anime gif #*gifs #animangahive #dailyshounenai #userkarura #usergojoana #userhanyi #useralphonse #usertorichi #usermoonz #usericybtch #userheidi #usergokalp #userartless #homuras #himawaari #this is not goodbye this is still my house!!! #devastated but not surprised tbh but i still wanted to channel my emotions somehow and just. express how much this show means to me so here #this thank you goes out to u guys. the fandom #mappa can eat a brick btw <3 #god i wish i could articulate just how special yoi is to me #it truly resonated with me like very few other pieces of media have (i can count them with one hand in fact) #it was sooooo revolutionary and ahead of its time not just in terms of queerness but also in terms of mental health #it truly changed me as a person and i just. really appreciate how earnest and kind it was above all #thank you yoi. you will be a part of me forever <3

[fhnqbhhr95]

(fhnqbhhr95.tumblr.com) He does everything he can to avoid her, but when he finally lets her know she gets understandably upset. PROCEED...

#Part one.

[haveihitanerve]

I love how people are like Jason Todd was a demon child and all the other robins were angels compared to him like lmao robin!Jason was a fucking delight what do you mean

Dick showed up at the manor with a blue stuffed animal elephant and the rage of 100 men and the only thing thats changed is that the elephant is grey now

Tim showed up with blackmail on the fucking Batman and bullied him into accepting him as robin

Damian popped up on the doorstep holding a fucking katanna

Meanwhile robin!jason was jumping from building to building squealing robin magic! and would spontaneously hug Batman. he loved reading shakepeare knowledge and literally screamed golly jee willickers as the highest curse word in his vocabulary.

Robin!Jason was a goddamned fucking delight and all the other ones were the little demon children lmaooo

#okay like i adore angry baby jason fics #and dick is kind of a delight later on when he cools off a lil #but for the most part jason is the lovely one #and the others are all dejim #batfam #robin #batman and robin #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #tim drake #batfamily

[martyrbat]

hate when a batman artist isn't committed to bruce's lame bat schtick... give that man a bat insignia on the bottom of his boots rn

#edit: check reblogs for the addition to this post 👍 #listen. i can call it lame. hes a loser and its part of his character to be a loser. but he's also a committed cunt. #you think hes going to NOT have bat shoe imprints?? you think thats the one thing he's going to suddenly be subtle about? #commit to the campiness or get outta here!!! #ransom note

[spoopyium]

I don't know why but when he said he sampled the water of Qiaoying Village I just imagined him lapping it up on all fours when no one was looking so I doodled this up 💀💀

#OK BUT THE LAST PART OF THE LANTERN RITE QUEST WAS SO FUN AND CUTE I COULD NOT STOP TAKING SCREENSHOTS #BUT ALSO MAN PLEASE LET ZHONGLI AND NEUVILLETTE INTERACT ON SCREEN ONE DAY #genshin impact #neuvillette #hoyoverse #art #fanart #digital art #lantern rite quest spoilers ig #zhongli #hu tao #furina #clorinde #navia

[mymusic-is-too-loud]

#their absolutely fucked moral code is absolutely one of the best parts of the show #dimension 20 #fantasy high #fhjy #fhjy spoilers

[moonelnone]

Mini thing i thought of

#one piece #monkey d luffy #portgas d ace #sabo #asl brothers #moonel.doodle #my tummy aches :( #the last part you can think that either Ace or Sabo said it

[circeislands]

‘i know every inch of your body and i know for a fact that scar wasn’t there before.’

her words traveled the silent room, meeting the ears of the hunter whose fingers fiddled intently to seal the new aching wound on his forearm. she tried to extend her help, her healing but he refused it as he often did. his discomfort was better than hers and concerned eyes peered at the newest scar of his vast collection before their last voyage ended to his fresh stain. the smell met her nose and had it been years earlier. she wouldn’t of been able to stand the scent but it was him: familiar,‘don’t give yourself too much credit, cecilia,’ he inhaled sharply at the insert of the needle and she watched his artistry, the accent that curled around her name used to send her into a spiral,‘my body has changed since the last time you touched— ow, damn it.’ attempted flirting before a slip of the needle caused the distinct frown to deepen in concern as finally from her seat, she stood up and traveled the distance between them. tender fingers grasping the needle and thread without even a hint of hesitation.

‘samuel, i’ll do it.’ even despite him being a doctor, stitching up his own wound held little success. her enhanced vision met his wound with ounces of care and the squeeze of her brows. sam’s eyes couldn’t help but take in each detail of her delicate features that were obscure. the dimple on her chin, a trait of her father’s that was refined in her, that trembled when she cried, and far too often did he observe this, held it. the deep focus in bright brown hues as teeth melded into her lower lip. the more and more he looked at her the more he recalled a memory of her near death and the feeling of despair it filled him. it was a full moon, the wooded outskirts of flagstaff, blood drenched her shoulder, her mouth made gurgling noise he feared, despised, more crimson traveling between her teeth. if he could, if she let him, he would have made a special silver bullet with jacques’s name on it. since that night, her safety meant more to him then his own. his sarcastically witty spats never met her heart, he internally promised to never make her feel a lick of distrust and betrayal. he failed her and that was what filled the room with so much painful quiet.

he hated how she looked at him. wounded, guilty and distant,‘what?’ her tone snapped him from his stare and eyelids rapidly blinked,‘what are you thinking about?’ she had made progress on stitching the wound but a continuous drip of blood didn’t help. she grabbed the wash cloth from nearby and began to dab it to prevent the frequent cascades.

‘you know what i’m thinking about,’ he paused,‘i’m sorry, ce,’ his tone was quiet, as if he sought out to plead for her forgiveness,‘it was never your fault. i know that, i knew that then but i needed someone to blame and you knew the bloodsuckers that killed her.’ he wanted his vengeance to be cecilia’s as well. he wanted her to dump her pack morals for him,‘you wouldn’t do what i wanted... and i was angry.’ his only chance at love was thwarted by the lifestyle he chose,‘i never meant what i said—’

he watched her swallow down and her mouth twitch,‘yes you did, sam.’ she said, stilly, the needle meeting the pads of her fingers and beginning their venture to finish the stitching,‘you had every right to be angry. i chose my pack over you as i had over and over again. after everything your family has done to help me. i deserved it.’ the sharp end meeting his skin, flesh–to–flesh and out and up, and again,‘you deserved to get married and leave all of this behind.’ her shoulders began to tense and the feeling of dread followed her lips. even if he had, it wouldn’t of been enough. going to school to be a doctor, he thought would have fulfilled his desires to save people but it didn’t. being a doctor didn’t relieve his past and the enemies he gained from it. it wouldn’t and didn’t save his fiancee.

she finished and hands were quick to stop touching him, like it ached her, and it did. it ached him also. his uninjured hand raised and grasped her own, clenching and grounding. a silent communication of love between the two that was most certainly there but never transpired. he’d once kissed her, touched her, saw the scars left behind by jacques but nothing else. they both knew the consequences of this moving any further then that. no matter how much it gnawed at him to see her move on. she knew that it did, that if she wanted to, she could feel his draw to her. ‘pay attention, feel me, i give you permission, cecilia.’ his one hand managed to grip both of her slender hands,‘go ahead.’ he urged her,‘please...’ she was never one to give into begging but if he had to, he would have. she would’ve despised him for it, been embarrassed for him but he could careless. she obliged. reddening eyes illuminated hazel orbs and darkened veins wisped into hands. in that moment, he wondered how that felt. to give more control to what lurked in those veins but he had to focus. he would ask about that later. he wanted her to feel him. unconditional love and fidelity that he could argue from dusk till dawn was far greater then any pack member could give her. he’d seen her at her lowest of lows. he’d adored her in high school where everything felt weird to them and especially her, where growth felt irrational and bifocals proved how truly blind she was. where chestnut brown hair was unkept in curls that she had little understanding of and never understood even now.

she felt everything from lingering questions to undisclosed desires, to true regret, to absolute tenderness. she felt everything so deeply and now she knew he did as well. they were the same in that way. she yanked her hands afterwards, quickly, to avoid invading him any further. she never approved using that gift to her own advantage. in fact, her scowl only deepened,‘i... it’ll be to your detriment.’

‘i know and so what?’

‘i could kill you.’

‘be my guest, cecilia. it would be an honor.’ he grabbed for her hands again but this time only managed to grasp one,‘in fact, i’d invite death over to have a couple of beers.’

tbc.

#ᴄᴇᴄɪʟɪᴀ daubec. #writing ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs. #writing. #part one. #samuel luna. #the lunas impacted her life quite a bit so never getting over them. #music.