#thelo

[cottonchronicles]

so this is my tiana! she was absolutely adorable as a baby, but also a total queen already...

here you can find the rules for my version of the disney princess legacy challenge.

#tiana #disney princess legacy challenge #the sims 4 #ts4 #disney princess legacy #cottage core #cottagecore #thelo #davis #gameplay #ts4 gameplay

[ashdoodle-s]

apothanein thelo

#my art #honkai star rail #hsr #aventurine #okay I hate using the same caption across platforms but #the apothanein thelo is obligatory for context #also yes those are the sigonian artifacts that were leaked if ur wondering!! #you have no idea how many sibyl references I put in here (too many)

[apothe-roses]

Se agapo, se thelo

Prologue

Warnings: toxic family dynamics, mentions of injury

Word Count: 682

A/n: it’s finally starting! Hope you enjoy!

Aemond was sure he was dying. The pain in his left eye was unbearable. He was supposed to be immortal, but he was sure he would die that day.

He had caught his nephews and cousins sneaking into the mortal lands. He didn’t quite remember what he said to them, only that it wasn’t nice. He did remember calling his nephews half-bloods. Words turned to blows. Four against one.

He picked up a rock.

Lucerys slashed at his face with a knife. He wasn’t even sure if it was his or his brother’s.

Now he was here. Lying on the ground, wings splayed out beneath him. Bleeding out. Could gods bleed out? He’d never been good at healing himself. Gods, he was in so much pain. He knew he should move, try to call for help, but he felt weak.

There was movement at the corner of his vision. A girl about his age. She was carrying a bucket of water. Shit. Could she see his wings? Normally, the Mist prevents mortals from seeing anything not mortal, but some mortals were inexplicably clear-sighted.

Well, if she saw his wings or his golden blood, she didn’t react to him. Instead, she knelt at his side, placing the bucket down beside her. She removed the shawl that was covering her hair and dipped it into the bucket. Then she gently pressed it over his eye. Aemond hissed at the contact.

“Shhh. It’s okay. Just stay still,” she said softly. She looked into his eyes—well, eye—and gave him a reassuring smile. He stared back at her as if in awe.

“My village isn’t too far from here. I’m sure my mama and papa can patch you up and take you home. Are you from around here? I haven’t seen you before,” she asks, her voice softer than a kitten’s fur. Aemond opened and closed his mouth, unsure how to respond.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t make you talk,” she said sheepishly. “We might be able to move you in a bit.”

“That won’t be necessary,” a voice says beyond her. She snaps her head up, and Aemond turns his head, grimacing at the flash of pain that accompanies it. Standing in the field is his uncle Daemon, God of the Underworld. The children cower behind him. Daemon walks towards his nephew, giving the girl a reassuring smile.

“Thank you very much for sitting with him, but I can take him home from here. Why don’t you run along back to your family before it gets dark.” The last sentence is laced with magic. A command. The girl sits up, her eyes slightly glazed. She nods her head before getting up, grabbing the bucket, and walking off.

Daemon crouches down, scooping Aemond up. “Let’s get you home,” he says. Then the two of them are swathed in darkness.

Viserys refuses to let Aemond’s eye be restored. He said it was punishment for “being irresponsible” and “perpetrating rumors about his nephews.” Aemond sat in a chair by the fire, watching his mother, father, and half-sister argue. He still clutched the girl’s shawl, the blood long since dried.

Viserys prattled on about how they were a family and how they should love one another. It was then the ugly truth settled in him.

His father didn’t love him. Nor did he love his mother or siblings.

A mortal stranger showed him more kindness in a matter of minutes than his own father had shown him his whole life. A stranger, with no ulterior motive, was willing to give him compassion, attention, and…love. The kind of love given without obligation or resent. Something warm and comforting and wonderful. Was that true love? What really is true love? Aemond wanted to know.

Suddenly, the room went silent. Everyone turned to look at Aemond—or rather, at the golden aura surrounding him. Aemond sat stiffly in the chair. He felt a new power coursing through his veins. It called to him with a simple request: find out what true love is.

At that moment, Aemond had found his godly purpose.

Taglist: @bel-bottoms @misguidedguardian @purpleskiesandroses @persephonerinyes @itsabby15 @fan-goddess @auroranodyssey @tsujifreya (bold means I couldn’t tag you)

#aemond targaryen #aemond fanfic #aemond targaryen fanfiction #se agapo se thelo #hotd #house of the dragon

[na-kratas-ta-omorfa]

Και στο υπόσχομαι πως μια μέρα,

θα σε πάρω από αυτή τη πόλη.

Θα σε ξυπνήσω με καφέ και τσιγάρο,

μάζεψε τα πράγματα σου, θα σου πω.

Αφού το βλέπουμε και οι δύο μας, αυτή η πόλη σε σκοτώνει

Από τότε που ήσουνα πιτσιρίκα κι εγώ ήμουνα παιδί μικρό.

Και στο υπόσχομαι...

#θελω να σαι σκληρη #χατ τρικ #ελληνικα #greek #ellinika #greek quotes #quotes #anarchy #couple quote #punk rock #xat trik #xattrikara #thelo na sai skliri #music #songs #αγαπη #ταξιδια #παμε να φυγουμε #σε αγαπάω #φωτογραφία #γρεεκ ποστς #γκρικ ποστ #ελληνικο ποστ #τεχνη

[glikozi]

aparadekto mia iparksi san emena na mhn kolimpaei stis vathres ths samothrakis me panselino

#exei full moon apopse #k egw #eimai se mia tripa 30 tm #xwris klimatistiko #xwris anemistira #kai olomonaxh #dld #Ok #thelo na ta spaso ola

[aroworlds]

[image description: six elongated pixel-style text reading "aroace" striped in the colours of three pride flags. A brown arrow shaft runs across the centre of the letters, forming the horizontal strokes of the letters "A", "E" and "R". A grey arrowhead sits in front of the text; flag-stripe fletching sits behind it. Each image is available in two versions with black or transparent background.

Stripes are coloured in the following aro-ace pride flags: cass (black/olive/orange/coral-pink/green), thelo (purple/white/yellow/green/navy) and unit (violet/lavender/dark blue/aqua/green).

Aro-Ace (with Arrow) Pixel Art Stickers

Flags: cass, thelo and unit.

This design is created from the cross-stitch patch variant of my freehand embroidery motif (originally designed for doll T-shirts). Both patterns--cross-stitch and freehand embroidery--are available on the Aro Worlds website and Patreon.

All banners/stickers are available for free personal or non-commercial use with credit to one of my accounts.

#cassaroace #thelo aroace #unit aroace #aroace #artwork and visual #original artwork #pride #pixel art #pixel art banners #typgraphy #typographic art #aro symbols #aro symbolism #weapons and sharp edges #flags and banners

[sotiriabellou]

ive eaten nothing but toast for like four days now#unistudentcore

#den thelo na pao sti lesxiiiiii #m

[imthelostboi]

#theLO$TBOI #lost #drip #LADDER TO the peak

[theking-blackheart-muses]

Vale closed his eyes are he felt the sun on his skin after taking the last of his clothes. The male had decided he needed a swim and also watch up after a battle. His wounds had healed already, he was lucky being born of magic gave him great healing abilities. He sighed as he slowly ran his hands through his hair, eyes close for a moment. Taking in the cool hair before looking up to the sky. Then he felt something, his eyes glowing a bright golden hue for a second as he turned around and saw someone there. Someone else that he was not expecting. Vale was unsure if they were a friend or foe. His sword far away from him but he sense that he did not need it.

“Hello stranger,” he spoke looking at the male, voice deep and powerful as he stood naked in all his glory and impressive size. @ofvanguards​

#vale and thelos #i hope this is okay

[littlecutiexox]

Got encouraged to dirty talk in Greek and the guy went wild for it ?? I’m so confused when did Greek become sexy?

#apparently saying #thelo na me valis xame j na me viasis sounds good in greek #like what #i never speak greek anymore unless im back home #so its odd for me to do soo

[meteora-fc]

image 1 for this year's latics propaganda:

#L I V I N G #thelo aasgaard #callum lang #charlie wyke #wigan athletic #football #my og post

[cottonchronicles]

tiana stayed just a little bit longer after the twins started high school, but then soon after she broke the news of her intention to move out. she herself was still a teenager, but she was about to graduate and was already earning her keep on a part time job. the twins and thelo did feel a bit insecure about their number decreasing with so much to do to keep the house in good shape and continue schooling while having enough money to go by. at this point the only one among them with a full time job was thelo, who had started as a musician *cough* thelonious monk *cough* thelonious prenses *cough*. but they all knew that tiana had been dreaming about moving out into the city since a very long time. so nobody objected.

a bit irrelevant but i just found it so touching how snow, even after her death, would visit to help them with the house chores.

here you can find the rules for my version of the disney princess legacy challenge.

#tiana #princess and the frog #disney princess legacy #disney legacy challenge #the sims 4 #ts4 #cottage core #ts4 gameplay #legacy gameplay #tina #tatiana #thelo #snow white

[outherlyomniaspec]

Even if I end up being completely anattractional/panspec, I would still consider myself a pan/omni celarsian because my closeness and desire to be in a relationship with other nonbinary/elsegender/anonbinary/etc people, and primarily towards those who, like me, aren't males nor female, is not limited to attraction, but rather about affinity, affection and queer solidarity.

#Am I angled? Am I thelo? Am I electio? #who knows? #who cares?

[apothe-roses]

Se agapo, se thelo

Eros!Aemond x Psyche!ufc (could be read as x reader)

Part 1

Ludus: playful or uncommitted love

Summary: A mission from his grandfather leads to Aemond having an unexpected reunion

Warnings: discussions of cheating, death during childbirth, toxic family dynamics, no beta read

Word count: 2007

A/n: after weeks of procrastinating, here we go…

Aemond soared through the clouds, his powerful wings propelling him forward. His eye carefully watched the ground below. Many years had passed since that fateful day. Aemond had grown from a sullen child to a beautiful young man. The softness of youth gave way to sharp features and lean muscles. He had learned to adjust to life without his full vision. The scar he sustained had faded to a red mark cutting into his brow and cheek. In the socket, he had placed a brilliant sapphire that glittered in the midday light.

Aemond alights on a dense cloud. He peers over the edge to the mortal world below. The mortals go about their day, oblivious to the god watching them. His gaze flits from mortal to mortal until he zeroes in on one. He reaches over his shoulder to pull an arrow from the quiver slung across his back.

The quiver and its matching bow were a gift from his nephews after the loss of his eye. They claimed it was an apology. Aemond saw it as a cruel joke. He almost threw the “gift” off the edge of the mountain, but his mother caught him.

“You’ll only be giving them what they want,” she had said. “Prove to them they can’t hurt you anymore.” So he did, he re-learned archery on his non-dominant side until he could shoot with deadly accuracy. At least he would be if his arrows were deadly. Instead, whoever is truck by them is filled with intense feelings of desire and passions for whoever Aemond wants them to want.

He still wondered about the nature of true love. He would often observe the mortals and their interactions. They intrigued him; mortals were equally capable of great love and hatred. In that sense, they were a lot like gods, only they couldn’t level mountains or create storms. Sometimes, he would…experiment by loosing an arrow on a particular target. He would do this to test a hypothesis or to punish—or because he was bored.

He thought about the mortal girl who comforted him all those years ago. He often wondered where she was or how she was doing, but he didn’t let himself dwell on her for too long. Bad things happened to gods who became besotted with mortals.

He aimed his arrow at his chosen target, pulling the string taut. Steady. Steady. And…

“Aemond!”

Aemond started, the arrow whipping through the breeze to the ground below. He turned angrily to find none other than his nephew Lucerys. Luke didn’t have wings like him, so he used winged sandals to fly. Father had never punished him for taking Aemond’s eye; instead, he named him messenger of the gods. Which meant he had to see him any time someone had a message for him—and Aegon loved to use him to send messages he could easily tell him himself.

“What?” Aemond snapped.

“Your grandsire requested your presence at his villa,” Lucerys replies, eyeing the arrows in his quiver warily.

“Tell him I’ll be along soon,” Aemond says, turning to scan the earth. The arrow missed, lodging in the dirt instead of his target.

“He wants to see you now,” Luke explains. Aemond sighs. He reaches out his hand, and the arrow flies back into his waiting palm. He returns it to his quiver.

“Fine,” he hisses. His wings snap open, and he soars off, the breeze causing his nephew to fall off balance. Aemond feels a twinge of satisfaction hearing Luke’s shout of surprise.

His grandfather’s villa comes into view. Aemond swallows the last of his frustration as he flies through one of the open windows. He gracefully lands on his feet and takes in his surroundings. The room is mostly bare, save for a table and chairs—and the three winged gods sitting in those chairs. He’s slightly surprised to see all three of his siblings are gathered, or rather he’s surprised Aegon deigned to show up.

“Brother!” Aegon exclaims, raising his goblet. “How wonderful of you to join us!”

Aemond rolls his eyes, taking a seat at the table across from Helaena. Aemond gaze flits from sibling to sibling. He can tell they’re as confused as he is. Even Aegon, his nervousness evident by the rhythmic tapping of his finger against his goblet. Why were they called here?

Luckily, Aemond doesn’t have to wonder for long. The doors open, and their grandfather breezes into the room. Ottonius, or Otto, is a proud god. Straight-backed and humorless, Otto commands respect and authority. The siblings—except for Aegon—stiffen at his arrival.

“Children,” Otto greets brusquely. Aemond bristles. With the exception of young Daeron, they were men and women grown.

“I’m sure you’re all wondering why I called you here,” Otto continues, taking a seat at the head of the table. “I won’t mince words. There’s a mortal girl who has recently come of age. Our spies are claiming she’s the second coming of Aemma.”

Aemma. Rhaenyra’s mother. Aemond and his siblings have heard the story countless times.

Viserys wasn’t loyal in the early days of his marriage. He rarely joined his lawful wife in the marriage bed, but he joined plenty of mortals, nymphs, and all sorts of creatures in their beds. The final straw for Alicent was Aemma. She was only a mortal woman, but she somehow won the heart of the king of the gods. It wasn’t long before she was pregnant, and Viserys doted on her more than he ever did his wife. He even planned to set aside Alicent and take Aemma as his wife, raising her to godhood and making her queen of the gods. When Alicent learned of this, it broke her. She couldn’t raise a finger against Viserys, but she could punish his mortal lover. She induced Aemma’s labor early, which lead to the woman losing her life. Rhaenyra survived, barely. Viserys was beside himself with grief. He and Alicent struck a deal: he could bring his daughter to be raised among the gods and be granted immortality. In exchange, he must be loyal to Alicent and make an effort to give her children. She would go on to bear him four children, but he never loved them the way he loved Rhaenyra, the last remnant of the woman he loved.

“Why should we care about some mortal? Even if she’s like that woman, she’s a mortal,” Aegon drawls.

“Which means she can be easily dealt with,” Otto says through gritted teeth.

“But the deal-,” Daeron starts.

“The deal was of Viserys remained faithful, she wouldn’t touch Rhaenyra,” Otto explains. “But now Rhaenyra is queen of the Underworld. Your mother couldn’t do anything to her without risking the ire of her husband.”

Otto sighs, looking at each of his grandchildren in turn. “If your mother is set aside, it could mean ruination for all of us. Exile. Punishment. Damnation. I refuse to see my line brought to such shame, even if I have to incinerate thousands of mortals.”

Silence. No one makes eye contact. Aemond’s hands clench into fists.

“I’ll take care of it,” he finally says. Otto looks at him.

“If you’re worried about her catching father’s eye, then all we must do is make her undesirable.”

Otto nods. “Very good, son.” He produces a roll of parchment from his robe. “This is where you’ll find the girl. I’ll leave the rest up to your discretion. Just get the job done as soon as possible.

“I won’t fail you grandsire,” Aemond says solemnly. Otto nods again, stands, and leaves the room. Aemond also roses, but Helaena surges up before he can leave.

“No, brother! You mustn’t!” Helaena runs up to him. “This mortal will cause you immense pain. The likes of which you’ve never experienced before!”

“All the more reason to take care of her,” Aegon rebuts.

“I am no stranger to pain, dear sister. I’m sure whatever this mortal does to me cannot match the pain I’ve already experienced,” Aemond says cooly, indicating to the scar on his face. “This is for our mother. For us.”

And with that, Aemond turned, spread his wings, and flew out into the open sky. Helaena frowned at her brother.

“Our dear younger brother has no idea what he’s getting himself into,” Helaena whispers.

Aemond peers over the edge of a cloud to the mortal world below. It hadn’t taken him long to find the village in question; it was located close to the mount he called home. This gave him some pause. The girl from childhood had lived close to the mount as well.

He shook off his trepidation. That was years ago; she’s likely married or living far away by now.

Aemond continues to watch the mortals below until he zeroes in on one in particular. A girl, arm in arm with a man who must be her father. Right when grandfather said they would arrive. Perfect. He could be done with this by firing just one arrow. He wonders how he would go about this. Should he make her fall in love with some beast? Should he make some lowlife fall in love with her?

Observe he thinks. See what she does. Who she interacts with.

Aemond untucks his wings. He’s ready to take off when the girl lowers the scarf covering her head. He freezes.

It’s her. Older, yes, but definitely her. The girl who showed him kindness and care at his lowest. Grandfather wanted her punished? Why? He needed to get closer. Aemond soared to the edge of the village, where he transformed himself into a mortal beggar. His sharp, elegant features replaced with plain ones. His eye was still missing, a patch covering the socket.

He makes his way into the village. No one pays him any mind, partly due to his disguise and partly due to the mist he shrouded himself in. Better to be safe than sorry.

Rounding a corner, he finally spots her. From the ground, he can truly take in her appearance. She was pretty when they were children, but as a woman she was undeniably a beauty. He didn’t think mortals were capable of being so beautiful, but he supposed other gods wouldn’t bother if they were all ugly and plain.

Aemond slumps against the wall, hunching over as a beggar would. He forces himself to keep his eyes on the ground, though he allows himself to look up when a shadow passes over him.

“Hello,” she says with a small smile. “Would you like some bread?”

Aemond doesn’t respond. He can’t. Her voice is so soft, so sweet. He can’t remember the last time a person spoke to him in such a way. Maybe his sister, but Helaena is soft spoken with everyone. This softness is directed for him and only him. Finally, Aemond remembers himself and manages to nod. The girl reaches into her basket, taking out a small loaf of bread. When she gives it to him, their hands brush for a moment. He relishes the softness, the smoothness. When she pulls her hand away, he is more than tempted to grab her once more.

Looking back to her face, he notices she’s looking back rather intently. However, she blushes and averts her gaze once their eyes meet.

“Sorry,” stammers. “I don’t mean to stare. It’s just…you remind me of someone I met long ago. I thought…oh well, he could be anywhere now. I hope he’s well, or as well as he can be.”

She remembered him. She remembered him. She may think him a mortal, but she remembered him.

Just then, her father calls for her. “I must go, now,” she says, turning to go. She pauses, before looking back over her shoulder.

“Safe travels, friend,” she tells him, before walking to her father. He remains rooted to the spot, watching her and her father disappear around a corner. How can someone hold so much compassion for a mere stranger? He wanted to know. Needed to know. And he would.

Taglist: @chompchompluke @misguidedguardian @purpleskiesandroses @persephonerinyes @itsabby15 @fan-goddess @auroranodyssey @tsujifreya @juliets-obsession-corner @queenofshinigamis (bold means i couldn’t tag you)

#aemond targaryen #aemond fanfic #aemond targaryen fanfiction #se agapo se thelo #HotD #house of the dragon

[significantouther]

Why call yourself a gay angled/oriented/electio/thelo aroace, when you could be calling yourself (g)ay?

#angled aroace #oriented aroace #gay #electio aroace #thelo aroace #ayspec

[glikozi]

thelo tora fthinoporo, na ksipnao mesa sth zesti kouverta mou,na pinw elliniko me ta parathira anoixta epeidi vrexei kai na forao thn agapimeni mou fousta me to mavro mou kalson

#tora thelo #personal diary