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[mouisorange]

I’m not currently signed into tumblr, so I have to write this anonymously at the moment. I just found you and I’m loving your writing. It’s hard to find people who write for Yandere! Greek. So I’m thrilled to find another talented writer who does! I love how descriptive your scenes are. Very immersive. I was looking at the writing list and so excited to see Zagreus! He’s my favorite but I never see anything for him on tumblr. Could I please request some Yandere! Zagreus?

Thank you! And yeah he isn’t a big part of the actual mythos (popularity wise anyways). This was a fun warm up!

Warning; spoilers for the game Hades, don’t read if you haven’t escaped the underworld yet (if you care about that kinda thing at least)... Yandere themes (not overly explicit)... implications of death... heavy isolation... not proof-read...

Lucky you were to have such a strong tree, one whose pines shed, biting frost or warm rain. But the former had fallen near constantly for long enough to forget what sun-baked bark smelled like. Most of your time was spent in the higher branches of the branches you presided over, still from cold and hoping to be moved by even a glance of sunlight. And that’s how it was; days running together, past attempts to socialize with other nymphs long past and forgotten under layers of ice.

Not asleep, yet not awake; not until the ground shook hard enough for you to nearly fall out of it. The ringing of metal, fighting, you realized, brought you out of a daze; grasping branches with fingers you barely remembered being yours. You heaved yourself back up, safely to thicker limbs, looking around to see who else was around, only for snow and bark filled with dry-rot to greet you. But there was little room for your still fogged mind to think about it, the clashing of weapons loud enough to shake any concern for your grove away.

With ringing humming against your thawing ears, you glare over where it seemed to be coming from; it was too cold for people to be making this much noise—and then water dripped from a distance tree. It took a moment to realize how the snow turned to water; steam? And then to recall what steam was, heat. Heat? Warmth?

Other trees seemed so much colder than yours, though you were pleased with how easily you moved through them despite the chill in your muscles. It wasn’t a good idea to leave, you’d known it better than most of your grove, but if you could get even a little bit warm, surely you’d be able to make it back? Not that it mattered what would happen, as you’d already made the decision before the question was asked.

First, the warmth of steam nearly sent you dripping into a puddle like the re-frozen water coating the ground. Then, the recoil from the brute force of the fight had you shrinking back into the tree you’d perched yourself on. You could only assume—no, they had to be gods. You’d seen nymphs fight, men fight, and this was so much more violent. Rage boiled and steamed in bursts from the two deities, and the longer you watched, the more you felt as though you’d walked onto something you really, really shouldn’t have. The fates had to make mistakes, or else you wouldn’t be here watching who you could only assume to be Gods from Hades trying to kill each other. Else you wouldn’t have cried out after a shield almost sliced open your skull. Else you wouldn’t be watching a young god crumble to ash under a bloody bident. Else you wouldn’t feel a need to blame yourself, or be unable to get the image of a surprised soon-to-be-dead godling out of your head.  So as any other cold nymph in a lonely grove would, you quietly returned to your tree, and awaited the next storm to put you back to sleep.

Until the next time steam clashed against the falling snow. Awoken again, you knew better than to snoop in the affairs of gods, regardless of the who or what. Yet again, without permission, you found yourself moving back to that tree, the burning shield still buried within her. This time, you broke out of your trance easier, only to find it harder to look away. 

Who knew why they fought, who they were, though you had a sinking feeling you should know, but there were many things you should know, forgotten in years of sleep. Still, you watched, the flashes of his eyes and his death still fresh, as though it had been yesterday he fell (was it? You had little ways of telling). 

Is that why you were tugging the weapon out of the bark? No, it was out of respect for the possible nymph that once breathed life into the tree, wasn’t it? Was it for the same reason that you trailed along the apparent edges of the area, watching for a pause as if you would actually do anything? Or was it to re-see the eyes of another thinking being, even if it was just shock? Whatever reason, if there was one to begin with, you stepped lightly, brushing against dead bark for comfort every time Gaia split open to allow claws to pull anything unlucky enough to get near. Even lighter steps, to try and hide from the older deity during an apparent pause, and inch close enough to offer the youth’s weapon back to him. 

It was selfish, anyone should know better than walking into a war-zone, but you weren’t anyone, and gods was he warm. Even with great distance, you could feel heat oozing from him. So you found yourself struggling to speak, brain fogged from ice and throat cracked, as you stepped quicker towards him.  His surprised face was cuter after you regained the ablitiy to think properly. You couldn’t remember what words had been exchanged, nor did you recall walking back to the sliced tree from before. But this time, it wasn’t so cold, not when you had finally spoken to another breathing, warm being for the first time in a long time; and it could have easily been the only time. It didn’t matter how many friends had come and gone, and when the godling crumbled under the wrath of an old soul, you didn’t feel alone anymore. He came back once, so you were sure he’d come again.

And he did, again and again. Quick glances turning into exchanging emotions, if the older deity noticed your presence, he said nothing of it; only belittling your new friend (could you call him friend? Surely you could..).  There was a small voice in the back, the very back of your mind, hissing about dealing with gods, even small ones; the best thing that could happen from nymphs interacting with gods was death. You should really know better than... well, entertaining whatever back and forth you’d started. It should scream danger, and yet you came running back at the slightest hint of warmth from that secluded opening in the wood.  Soon, you stopped leaving for your tree all together, curling up against the damaged wood in wait for the next battle. It was unbecoming, especially for a nymph, to abandon your home. Even more so for a godling you’d exchanged a mere moment with, yet your heart had been split open and thought turned to desperate yearning for companionship; danger was welcome in the face of loneliness. 

And like a moth leering for a stray beam of light, through the stillness of snowfall came a familiar glow, the thump of a door promising distant warmth in the shape of a friend. You rarely tried to eavesdrop on their conversations, so you wiped the ice and cold from your face and waited for the clash to begin once again. But silence lasted for longer than the two deities allowed it, and unease spilled into your excitement. Were you so desperate for the sight of others that you had begun hearing things where nothing had happened? But steam rose and water slipped from branches, so clearly someone had entered the clearing, silent and waiting for something, maybe nothing. Your head filled with curiosities, hoping that perhaps he had come for company rather than the blunt force of a shield. For more than blood in the snow. 

Your hopes were filled when his smooth voice called out, for the nymph who had brought his shield to him once. Excitement froze you in place, and for the first time since those doors opened a few months ago (weeks? years? the sun was too far away in the endless storm to tell), there was fear. It had been so long since you’d had a genuine interaction with someone, what if you’d forgotten how to? Would he turn and ignore you the moment you said something wrong?  He called again, closer; was he looking for you? 

The thought made you want to cry. No one had looked for you or your kin once the cold devoured everything, maybe there was no one to look for you, but now you weren’t alone. He shouldn’t be alone, calling out for you as if you were a scared puppy cowering in the bush. So you slipped down, trying to figure out how to hold yourself in a normal way, breathing through an open mouth to mentally prepare yourself for a conversation. There was little time to hesitant before the god was approaching you, and making it even harder to mentally prepare, your head began spinning from the heat oozing off him. It took a moment for you to register his greeting, but you quickly fell over your own words trying to return it. 

“I wasn’t sure I’d find you, it’s been a while since the last time I was here.” If the heat wasn’t enough, his smile and friendliness certainly made you melt. You swallowed and reassured him that he could always find you, after-all, there wasn’t much else for you in the snow. He seemed surprised, but didn’t question you, “well, that does make things easier then.”  You didn’t think to ask what he meant, struggling to think properly as he slowly inched forward. “I thought you might be cold, so I brought this for you” He offered a dark shawl, and you had to force yourself to not immediately tear it from him, the warmth he gave already making you mourn the thought that you’d be freezing once again the moment he left you. Yet the god didn’t let you take it completely, instead stepping forward to wrap it around you himself. 

Drunk on his warmth, you decidedly didn’t care when he didn’t stop at covering you and scooped you into his arms. Nor did you consider that perhaps letting an unknown god, apparently from the underworld, carry you back through the door he’d entered from was not the smartest of ideas. Could you have really cared in any situation? It felt good to be warm, to have been sought after... surely it was okay. This was better than the eternal blizzard, to be in warm, strong arms; and maybe you’d think to ask his name once you woke up. 

#sandwich.ask #this was supposed to be a small wip but here we are #almost 2k words later #yandere hades #yandere zagreus #yandere hades game #yandere greek mythology

[mouisorange]

K-Kyogai 🫣

Kyogai who desperately wants to prove himself, isolating himself in his house for months on end in hopes of being good enough to be welcomed back into Muzan's grace. He really can't be blamed for folding the second a sweet little human showed him simple kindness, ignoring the tears and choked words. He's keener to beg for more praise, even if it's born from the hope he won't eat the poor thing if they sweeten up to him. Kyogai's happy to crawl after them, drag them back into his arms to try again to prove he can take care of them.

#sandwich.ask #anon asks #Love Kyogai #Didn't know what to write so I just drew something instead #sandwich.img

[mouisorange]

Do you know what happened to yandere-starchild? I don't see their blog anymore

They took some steps back for their mental health. They’re okay but need time for themselves.

#sandwich.txt #sandwich.ask #yandere starchild

[mouisorange]

I am a Greek mythology addict. Along with other mythology. Have you ever thought of making a Monster reader? I’m not sure what kind of monster, just curious. Have you also thought of other mythologies? I might make a ask of some kind, and I’m kinda curious about it.

Oh yes, I love monsters! If you consider Nymphs as monsters, then check out [this]! It’s an ask I used as a warm-up for a while that ended up being an almost 2k fic - the reader is a nymph! Specifically a tree nymph, somewhat of a dryad, though I did get real into the character half-way through - so I have drafts of a nameless nymph ‘OC’ floating around in my computer haha.

I have thought of other mythologies - My mother is pagan, and I really enjoy studying myths in general, so I have an idea of varying mythologies! I’m happy to talk about whatever you’re curious about/interested in.

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[mouisorange]

I'm crying that was so good - 🌙 anon

Thank you! Glad to have pleased, Hun.

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[mouisorange]

ok very strange question but, so right artemis lives in the woods with her hunters, so does her darling also live with her and her hunters in the woods? - 🌙 anon

It’s really bold of you to assume I think that far ahead. Almost flattering even.

#sandwich.txt #sandwich.ask #🌙.orange #i just write funky lil words and smash them together until they look somewhat nice #by then it’s probably time for my designated nap time which is great my favorite part actually

[mouisorange]

how tall r artemis and athena in ur yandere greek mythology posts? :D

In mythos they’re usually described as pretty tall (anywhere from “normal” to 20 feet) so I usually think of them as such, maybe average height as to lure their darling in. Since, yknow, having a 7+ ft deity chase you down might be a little traumatizing; especially if they had no prior experience with uh, that kinda thing. You’re free to think of them as any height though.

So, basically, Artemis was likely on the shorter side to comfort/make darling more relaxed. Whereas Hera was very pissed so she did not give a fuck about how scared darling was, therefore was probably on the taller side, not caring how tall she was since she didn’t have a reason to.

#☰ mou chomps #sandwich.txt #sandwich.ask #I like em bigger than me what can I say

[mouisorange]

i just found out space academia exists, i love it sm omg - 🌙 anon

I don't understand clothing labels beyond their function <3 if it gives good vibes I will be putting it on my form with no second thoughts

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[mouisorange]

do u do yan platonic? - 🌙 anon

You could probably read a lot of my stuff like that (maybe?) but yeah I support platonic yanderes. Hell yeah you kidnap that child or something and fake their birth certificate.

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[mouisorange]

I TOTALLY AGREE WITH THAT ANON, YANDERE ATHENA AND ARTEMIS ARE MY FAVORITES <33 - 🌙 anon

Breaking news | Hunter/Warrior Goddesses make waves among anons in the state of mouisorange on tumblr

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[mouisorange]

Is Aphrodite on the taller side tho?

If being taller is more attractive to you, then yeah she'd probably appear to be taller.

#sandwich.txt #sandwich.ask #I am much too lazy to assign heights to deities #you absolutely can assume taller #taller is great #shorter is great #I do not control the great #most of the time I don't anyways

[mouisorange]

Unpopular opinion: I think yandere!Athena and Artemis deserve more attention.

This opinion seems to be an increasingly popular one actually.

#sandwich.txt #sandwich.ask #a lot of Greek characters deserve more attention imo especially heroes

[mouisorange]

random question but is athena on the taller side? (without shapeshifting) - 🌙 anon

Possibly? You can view her as being on the 'taller' side if you'd like to. I don't think about their heights in relation to each other very often, but I suppose she might be, since she is from Zeus; who is typically viewed as the tallest Greek deity (non-primordial) in lots of myths/interpretations of those myths.

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[mouisorange]

are request open? I like your blog aesthetic!

Thank you! I don’t really do requests anymore, but you can send an idea in and I might do something with it as a warm up! Or I might do it for fun if I’m in the mood for it.

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[mouisorange]

i have a question, so when they chase their darling their at an average-ish height to not scare them but when they finally get them do they revert back to their original height or keep the average height? (also do u do anons? like the ones with their own name like uh '🌙 anon' for example C:)

I think it would depend on which deity we’re talking about? I don’t really think about it too much, but I’d think if it depends on why they tried to appear more “human” in the first place. If they were trying to appear human to lure Darling in, then they likely wouldn’t pay attention to height after obtaining Darling; whereas if it was for comfort they’d probably be more aware of their appearance.

But again it depends on the deity and the darling I’d think, especially since Greek deities are known to be shape-shifters. You can make your own interpretations of height though, I don’t usually get overly physically descriptive with characters unless it adds to the mood or plot in some way.

And yes I can do Anons!

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[mouisorange]

Do you still do requests? :DDD

Kinda! I mostly focus on what I wanna write/create, sometimes that means asks and sometimes not really. I use requests as warm-ups most of the time currently.

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