#this is what happens when you leave me alone with Greek Mythology

[blkkizzat]

summary: After a really shitty blind date you end up lashing out at a sexy stranger, sarcastically posing him a question he's more than willing to answer. a/n: Toji got me feral as fuck today y'all but I make zero apologies. Especially for this trifling ass gif because wtf else was I supposed to do after watching this scene, who isn't thinking this is the real question!?!? wc: 3.1k over 2.1k of it is literally just Toji being a munch

eta- put a cute frame over the gif ❤︎

You were sitting alone in a dive bar after a sorry ass excuse of a blind date. Drowning your sorrows you definitely needed something stronger than the seltzers in your fridge at home.

Things on your date were going well until the end of the night when the conversation turned frisky. You then whispered into your date’s ear that you wanted to ride his face.

That's when your date’s actual face turned to repulsion. Your blind date flat out said eating pussy was gross and refused.

You had dealt with previous boyfriends not wanting to go down on women so you weren't dealing with that shit again.

Nuh-uh. No way.

After not-so-politely telling him to kindly go and fuck himself you grabbed your purse and walked right the hell out of there.

And here you are now.

Alone.

At a sketchy ass dive bar that was mostly emptied.

Three shots of tequila in and a fourth setting on the table waiting for the room to stop spinning before you down it and go home.

Your head was resting on the cool bar countertop as you cursed the entire male species for their existence.

Selfish jerks. Every single one of them.

That would be the last date you would go on in a while. The only man you wanted to see was the bartender when he handed you another shot of tequila and then he could go fuck off too.

So when you felt a large hand on your lower back and a gruff but seductive 'Hey mamas' blowing hot air in your ear you fucking lost it and the full wrath of your scorn and sarcasm was directed at this man.

"LISTEN, I've just had a really shitty blind date. I just want to take this last shot of tequila, stuff my face with KFC and go home. So unless the answer is 'Yes' to the question 'Do you eat pussy?' Get the fuck out of my face, please and thank you!"

You didn’t care who heard your drunken tirade as you lifted your head to face the punching bag for all your current male frustrations.

Your jaw dropped.

The man who stood beside you looked like he walked straight out of Greek mythology. He was tall and muscular with tan skin and his black compression shirt stuck to him like a second skin giving you a detailed view.  

Shit he must be a boxer, or a martial artist or something. There was really no other excuse for a man to be that ripped.

You chewed your lip as your eyes slowly trailed up his body, drinking in his statuesque form to finally arrive at his face framed with shaggy raven hair.

Fuck he is really hot too.

The man, although sexy, looked intimidating as hell as he towered over you. 

You winced as you thought you were in for it with his response and you started to already form an apology in your head.

But instead of anger the man just looked down at you with amused knowing eyes as he allowed you to ogle him. 

He also wore an insanely devious smirk, his scar pulling up at the corner of his mouth.

“Heh.”

From that point things were a bit of a blur as he snatched up and downed your shot of tequila, grabbed your arm and led you away to the back with you barely having time to grab your purse.

You only registered what was happening once your back hit the cold tile of the bathroom wall and saw this sexy mysterious man lower himself to his knees before you.

His large muscular hands trailed all over your body, never leaving you.

"W-What are you doing!?"

You didn't know what to think, this was all happening so fast.

Was this intimidating but sexy as fuck man that you just met, yelled at and didn't even know his name, about to eat you out!?

"Heh, I’m answering your question, mamas."

The man spread your legs at the ankles, not even bothering to lift up the skirt of your dress. Choosing instead to just stick his head right up in there, letting the fabric drape over him.

"Wait at least tell me your na–"

Your sentence was cut short as you gasped at the sensation of his nose pressing into your clit through your black laced panties.

The man wiggled his nose against your clit like he was giving it eskimo kisses. He then salaciously took a huge whiff of your scent through his nostrils and puffed out the large exhale of warm moist breath directly over your cunt sending tingles through your body.

"Fuck, who wouldn’t want to taste this sweet slutty cunt?"

He mumbled, making the comment more to himself than you but your legs still shook slightly from the vulgar compliments and vibrations of his voice in your pussy.

You were practically purring now. You could feel the surge of heat and need rushing over your body spreading out from your core. 

Especially now as his tongue was dragging up the thin lace of your panties and stopped to suck at your clit through the textured material. 

It felt absolutely wild. 

“F-Fuck!”

You moaned loudly and quickly covered your mouth with your hand.

His hands slid up your dress to roughly dig into your hips and pull your pelvis more forward as he smashed his face into your cunt.

Your last bit of reason was telling you to stop him. You didn’t know him at all and what if someone walked in and saw you both? 

However, once you feel the man’s mouth grab the hem of your panties and drag them down your legs to remove them by his teeth alone, your common sense was discarded as well.

You exhaled as you threw your head back in resignation, missing how he slyly pocketed your black lace panties once he finally had them off of you. He would be taking those with him.

You looked down at him as he rose up again, pulling up your dress. He placed a chaste kiss on the mound of your now completely exposed pussy as you squirmed in excitement under him.

“Y’er gonna be a good girl f’er me n’ do what I say, so I can eat this slutty pussy out the way she deserves, eh?”

The cocky smirk on his face never left and he reached both hands around to grasp both your plump ass cheeks, kneading them and enjoying the way your soft flesh squeezed through his fingers.

“Y-Yeah, uh-huh, I’ll be good. I p-promise.”

You breathed out those words too rapidly causing you to realize how needy and desperate you sounded. Your hips involuntarily bucked towards him and you became pliant in his hands.

God, you were nearly begging him with your entire body at this point. 

But the fact was you would be begging him anyway if for some reason he found some good sense and decided this was all way too crazy to be happening right now.

Fortunately for you, you apparently stumbled on the fairy fucking godfather of pussy eating appearing seemingly out of nowhere and who clearly didn’t give a single fuck as to where he was.

His eyes looked crazed and his grin widened at your consent. He released your cheeks to roll up your dress further. 

He gave it to you, but not for you to hold with your hands but with your mouth. 

“Bite down on this f’er me, yeah? Heh, wouldn’t want to draw a crowd from your screams.”

Of course he is arrogant too. 

You rolled your eyes but were obedient. You were too caught up in the thrill of what was happening to disobey him and have him stop.

You bit down on the bunched designer fabric.

“That’s a good little slut f’er me.”

He mockingly praised you and gave an abrupt slap to your ass.

You whimpered around the fabric.

You really didn’t understand why you just couldn’t use your hands though, but you soon found out as he threw both of your legs over his shoulders. 

Your hands were needed to brace yourself, that much became obvious to you as they flew to the wall behind. You grasped for any kind of stability you could find on the slick tile so you wouldn’t topple over. 

His strong wide hands wrapped around your thighs and brought your dripping core closer to his face.

A barely audible ‘Itadakimasu’ was all the warning you got before you felt his flat heavy tongue dig into your cunt.

“S-Shiiiiiiiiit!”

Exploring your pussy like uncharted territory he took his time to lap, slurp and swirl his way through, roaming in the intoxicating folds of your cunt. A fast learner, he noted what made your body twitch, your leg shake or an extra hitch in the deep moans that escaped you through the fabric in your mouth. 

Wanting to hear you scream, he swiped his canine over your clit before he traced his tongue over the bud and sucked hard.

Mission accomplished as your muffled scream came through the fabric of your dress and a hand of yours left the wall to find purchase in his hair, pulling on it hard.

He growls into your pussy with approval when he feels the harsh tug on his black strands and continues working you over, pulling all sorts of vulgar noises from you as he slobbers and spits into your cunt.

The man was fucking nasty the way he devoured you like it was his last meal on death row.

“S-so, close-ahh!” 

Your muffled voice told him but the man could already tell by the way your thighs had enclosed around his head, twitching against him while suffocating him deeper into your core.

The tension that wound itself into a coil in your stomach reached his limits and it finally broke when you felt his canine swipe against your clit a second time.

Your cries choked out as they clumsily made their way out of your mouth still stuffed with your drool soaked dress. 

You quivered and gushed into his mouth, eyes rolling back and your other hand found its way into his hair. Wrenching his locks in between your manicured fingers as if you intended to scalp him from how hard you were twisting.

That only served to encourage his efforts however as he slurped up your juices more fiercely. You clawed at him to release you but you might as well had steel around your body as neither his bulky muscular arms nor thick head budged.

Fuck its too much!

Finally pulling black with a pop he smacked his lips and exhaled an ‘ahhh’ as if he was taking a pause from stuffing himself with a delicious meal.

“This cunt is so fucking creamy, need some more of ‘er.”

You shook your head as tears welled in your eyes at the sight of him salivating over your puffy pussy lips glistening with the combined fluids of your cum and his spit.

“Mm, you want me to stop? But she doesn’t want me to.”

His thick tongue flattened to take painfully slow licks over your slit, the man’s fierce green eyes never leaving yours as they flared with primal urges.

You never had someone aggressively eat you out like this, not to mention actually enjoy it this much.

This man was fucking insane.

“Let’s ask this slutty pussy what she want’s, eh?”

The man tilted your pelvis up, lifting your lower back off the wall so he could move close to your hole that was fluttering, shamelessly clenching around nothing. 

“See that, ma? She’s winking at me, inviting me in. How can I say no?” 

He sounded absolutely unhinged as he slowly extended his tongue to push up into you.  

Your muffled sobs were drowned out by the erotic squelching sounds of your cunt echoing off the tile walls. 

He accelerates you to the point of overstimulation with such vigor that you easily cum on his tongue again for a second time. 

This time your legs trembled more violently and your heels dug into his back causing him to grunt deeper into your pussy. The sharp digging of your heels into his back did nothing to discourage him as his tongue fucked further into your hole without mercy. 

All you could do was wither in his clutches as he rolled his tongue inside you throughout the high of your second orgasm.

You were panting and your jaw became slack as you slowly lost the ability to hold your dress in your mouth any longer. Releasing it along with a well of drool that once freed, overflowed down the corners of your mouth to drip down your neck and chest along with your tears.

“One more mama, I know this slutty pussy can give me that at least... Tch, and take off that dress if ya ain’t gonna hold it, ya? Let’s see those pretty tiddies, eh?”

The man’s distasteful and outright crass words should have turned you off. 

But his filthy tongue not only drains you of your juices but also any kind of restraint or decency you had left. His brash words only make you all the more aroused.

Obeying him once more, you rid yourself of the dress pulling it up and over your head, not caring where it landed. 

You would rather it off than in your mouth anyway. Opting to not wear a bra with this dress you were now naked save for your heels.

“Nice tits.”

You rolled your eyes as his crass compliment but wore a small grin yourself as you playfully shook your shoulders allowing them to jiggle down at his face.

He chuckled at your display but his voice quickly turned devious again.

“Make sure y’er holding on tight this time, eh?”

You strengthen your grip on his raven locks but you still weren’t prepared for when he rose up off the ground entirely to stand, completely shouldering your weight. 

“ACK!!”

The altitude change wasn’t something you expected. He held you up off the wall like you weighed nothing to him and although you felt secure around the lower half of your body, an arm still flailed around for balance. 

Thankfully, you discovered you could hold on to the pipes that hung from the low ceiling yet it creaked as you held on. 

Shit, you hoped it would hold.

Seeing you secure yourself the man wasted no time enveloping your cunt with his hot mouth. The gravity of your weight pushing down your core on his mouth had him more needy for air and you felt the pulses that rocked through you from his rough exhales with fervor. 

“Fuckfuckfuck!”

It proved to be much more difficult to keep your cries of pleasure contained. But you bit your lip to try to suppress yourself into a whine instead of a scream.

Although that all went to shit once you saw the reflection of the two of you in the dirty floor to ceiling bathroom mirror. 

You could still clearly see your forms and the way you looked. Your face completely blissed out, sweating and panting as the mad man did everything but rest while he was between your legs, circling and suckling as if he personally challenged himself to drain all the fluids from your body. 

You tighten your hold on the pipe and experimentally roll your hips forward and your other hand, threaded behind his head through his thick hair pulls him closer as well. 

“G-God-f-fuck-shiiiiit!”

You didn’t care who the fuck heard you this time, as you watched yourself in the mirror thrust your hips forward to fuck deeper into his face, building up a rhythm. 

Your tits bounced up higher with your back arched as your mouth hung open spilling out curses, cries and moans alike. The scene was better than a porno, so hot, so feral, you half wished someone was recording this.

Absolutely loving the thought of you losing yourself to his depravity and you taking on a more aggressive role, the man growled with approval once more into your cunt as his tongue continued to unravel you. 

Your movements became more frantic as you could feel your third and most intense orgasm yet approaching. He eagerly relinquishes more control to you as he allows you to grind his face farther into your pussy.

You shuddered as you felt a shock of electricity wreck your entire being, assaulting all of your senses with the feeling of pure ecstacy. Your toes ached from the intensity of their curling in your heels and your mind only filled with the sounds of the sloppy gurgling noises from the man below you literally being smothered by your cunt as you rut into him.

It wasn’t just the cheap fluorescent lights of the bathroom eye-level with you when white filled your vision and you felt yourself release to convulse and squirt all over the man’s face. 

If you weren’t holding onto the pipe above for dear life, you’re sure you would have fallen.

After a few moments the man easily shifted his hold to your waist and brought your feet back to touch the ground. However, you were still more than a bit shaky and a few steps backwards had you bumping into the wall and sliding down to the floor. 

Your fluids leak out into a small puddle on the ground between your sticky thighs.

The man whose name you still didn’t know slicked his hair back into place as he glanced down at you, disheveled and heaving on the floor. 

“Gochisosama, mama.”

He smirked even with his face completely drenched with your nectar. He brazenly circled his tongue around his lips and corners of his mouth to greedily lap up any of you remaining that he could before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Name’s Fushiguro. Toji. Heh, and yeah ma as ya now know, I do eat pussy.”

You gave a weak chuckle at that but your eyes were glossed over and you were fading a bit. You can’t recall the last time you came that hard at all, let alone from just getting your pussy ate. 

“Now, I gotta question, ma.”

Your body, still vibrating with the aftershocks of your intense orgasm has left you non-verbal so you simply nodded your head for Toji to continue.

Toji crouches down to your level which reveals his monstrous and fully bricked cock straining through his sweats. 

Your eyes widen when you see it and you knew then everything about this man named Toji Fushiguro was fucking ridiculous, in both size and demeanor.

Lifting your chin so you could look him directly in his eyes, Toji slid his thumb over on your bottom lip. 

The appendage bullied its way past your lips and pressed down on your tongue. Your mouth opened wide and he inspected you like he was a doctor examining the back of your throat.

Pleased with what he saw, Toji gave you a shit eating grin.

“You swallow kids?” 

© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2023. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, & ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

a/n: Istg I'm working on part 2 of Werewolf!Toji but theres no pussy eating in that and he needed to eat some pussy today. I deserve that and y'all deserve that too.

So here. Come and let our feral hunger feast together as Toji feasts on us.

11/4: a quick afterthought of what happened next.

Reblog to spread the depravity as everyone needs to have this crazy ass header pop-up on their timeline lmfao. But likes and comments are appreciated all the same!

tags of depravity please don't send me away for this one: @callm3senpaii @ryomens-vixen

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A/N: Final part featuring out Norse Pantheon boys Odin and Loki, enjoy once again!!

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(As he becomes your husband, Thor is your son, so this is set way before then)

🪶 Odin never has been a very talkative person, really the only reason you could tell that he didn’t hate you was because of how he allowed you to spend time with him

🪶 And his birds liked you

🪶 He and you both are important figures in the Norse Pantheon, and because of that, you both were located nearby each other because of work

🪶 Odin was fairly protective of you in many different scenarios, but it was normally just him glaring, nothing farther, until now

🪶 Zeus was trying to lay a hand on your waist, and by what he was suspecting, he was trying to seduce you so he could get into your pants, like he did with many other women before you

🪶 He just walked up to you, showed off his dangerous aura, making Zeus show his as well

🪶 While Zeus just laughed it off and bidded you both adieu before walking off, leaving you and the Supreme God of Norse Mythology alone

🪶 Odin looked at you and began to speak with such words that it shocked you

“ Y/N, I cannot stand seeing you being ogled by other men, and that is the honest truth. So, would you do me the pleasure of being my S/O till our hearts stop and our power falls? “

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🐍 Oh the old trickster duo

🐍 You guys played tricks on everyone all of the time, it didn’t matter if you were family or the closest friends in Valhalla, you played tricks on them all

🐍 Loki and you just smiled at each other while they writhed around in the upmost embarrassment from you both throwing a bag of donkey vomit on their heads

🐍 Once fateful day, Loki was bored, which was happening way more often, so, he decided to venture out and find you, little did he know, he'd regret it

🐍 He walked through your palace's hallways in search of you when he heard you threaten someone as they, seemingly, laughed

🐍 Peering into your main room, he saw the Greek God of the Sun, Apollo, flirting with you, and it sent his mind into a frenzy

🐍 How dare he flirt with you when it was obvious you and he belonged together?! Not you and that arrogant prick-head!

🐍 He strode up to you and turned into a cockroach, causing the God to scream and run away, leaving the two of you standing there laughing

" Smooth scare, Loki! I was about to do the same if he wasn't staring at me directly in the eyes. " " Well, how about we go and prank some of the other Greek Gods, ooh, maybe we should pass by Shiva's place, I heard he's having practice today with that other Hindu God, Rudra! "

#Record of Ragnarok #RoR #Shuumatsu no Valkyrie #SnV #RoR Norse Pantheon #Record of Ragnarok Gods #RoR Gods #Record of Ragnarok x Reader #RoR x Reader #Shuumatsu no Valkyrie x Reader #SnV x Reader #RoR Norse Pantheon x Reader #Record of Ragnarok Gods x Reader #RoR Gods x Reader #GN! Reader #God! Reader #S/O! Reader #RoR Odin #RoR Odin x Reader #RoR Loki #RoR Loki x Reader

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Beautiful Stranger

05: Lay All You Love On Me

Driver! Lando Norris x OC (Lily Barton)

Summer love, strangers to friends to lovers, Greece and Greek mythology references

Words: 3.7k

warnings: FLUFF, sexual references, lando and lily acting like teenagers. flashbacks are on italics. myth mentioned on this chapter

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a/n: IT KEEPS HAPPENING!!!! sorry if someone has high levels of sugar. I hope everyone is enjoying this two being all cute. Things will happen soon

What do you think is Lily's past? What happened to her? Im reading you!

Every way of feedback is very welcomed

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They say that sleeping in someone's arms is good, that is something therapeutic. They say that after sleeping in someone's arms, sleeping alone will never be enough.

And now I understand why they say that.

Being held all night, feeling the weight of his arm on my waist and his chest on my back, was something special. Waking up and breathing his scent of expensive perfume was something I didn't know I needed.

But waking up and knowing he was there… that is something that makes me want to stay in the same position for hours.

I was sweating and he was too, but I didn't care and it seems that he neither because he was holding my hand, not letting me move away.  I could feel his breath on my nape, how his chest moved every time he took a deep breath. His knees were behind mine, fitting like two puzzle pieces and not leaving space between our bodies.

I felt something poking me, something hard that was touching my ass. I tried to move, but that thing just got harder and harder. 

"Oh shit" I gasped, knowing what that was. 

Logan's morning hood. 

I tried to move my hips to get away from his boner, but he stopped me and held me closer, making me hold my breath when I felt it in my ass.

I tried to move, wanting to know his reaction, and he moved too, grinding me a little and making me hold a moan.

This can't be happening, right? This is a wet dream and it's casually with the man that is laying next to me in my bed. 

But it's too real. The hand that was holding my hand is now traveling under my shirt towards my breast, cupping it and covering it with all his hand.

"Fuck" I gasped, holding a moan with my hand in front of my mouth.

I'm sure he's having a dream, he's asleep. He's not aware of what is happening.

But God… it feels good. His touch and how we move our hips, how his hand holds my breast giving it soft squeezes. 

Right when I was getting wet and around, he turned around, making me groan and look back at him. 

"No…" I mumbled speechless. 

Hee really was asleep, he didn't notice what he did to me.

I sigh and sit straight, looking back at him and touching his shoulder softly, leaving a soft kiss on his tanned skin before getting up after wrapping the bandage on my ankle. I went to the kitchen and started to make breakfast, trying to ignore the wetness between my legs and how his boner felt against my ass.

"Fuck" I groan, face palming myself.

I kept making breakfast playing soft music, not hearing him walk out of the bedroom and go to the bathroom, staying there for some minutes and then leaving it.

"Morning" he said with a deep raspy voice, making me shiver.

"Morning" I smile nervously, looking back at him.

He came towards me and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder to watch what I was making. 

This felt intimate, something couples would do. Holding each other on bed, falling asleep after a kiss, making breakfast for each other. This was too much. And it felt scary.

"This smells amazing" he whispered, rubbing his hands on my skin.

Every brush of his fingers made my heart jump, my breath go quicker. Maybe he doesn't remember what happened nearly half an hour ago, when we were grinding each other and he was squeezing my breast. 

"Thank you" I whisper, swallowing thickly.

Okay, Aphrodite… maybe I do want you to help a little.

I turned around and looked at him, biting my lip with a smile. I let him press his lips on mine, pick me up and sit me on the counter while he stood between my legs.

"Your bed is better than mine" he whispered against my lips, pulling away a little to look into my eyes.

"Oh, really?" I chuckle softly. "Did you sleep well?"

"Better than ever" he smiled, kissing me again.

I chuckled against his lips kissing him back. I felt like a teenager again, kissing and making out with a guy and just worrying about not burning the breakfast. 

And the best part of it is that I don't have to hide from my parents.

"Mark…" I moaned, feeling how the kiss was getting steamy. "Fuck, Mark, we have to stop. My parents will come soon"

"Don't worry, I can get out through the window" he whispered, slipping his hand inside my panties. "Is this all for me?"

"Yeah" I moaned, moving my hips, holding him closer as I felt his fingers moving.

It was going great. Mark Jackson, one of my classmates and the guy I was currently dating, or trying to. 

"Liliane?" I heard my mom call me, making me gasp and push Mark away.

"Leave, leave!" I whispered, grabbing his shirt and throwing it to him. "Fuck!"

"What? What's wrong?" Mark frowned looking at me. 

"It's my mom!" I exclaimed, pushing him out of my bed.

"Oh, fuck" he nodded, getting dressed and looking around. 

It was too late, my mother was walking upstairs and if she walked in right now, she would find him. I pointed him the wardrobe and he nodded, running towards it and locking himself on it 

"Liliane" my mother said, opening my door. "Dinner will be ready at seven. I'll be waiting for you. There's someone I want you to meet"

"Okay, mother" I nodded, swallowing thickly, trying to calm my breathing.

"Are you okay, Liliane?" she asked, looking at me. "You are sweating, are you sick?"

"Y-yeah, I think so" I frowned. 

"Mhm…" she nodded. "You better take some medicine, I'll be waiting for you"

"The breakfast will burn" I chuckled against Logan's lips.

"Oh, then we have to stop" he laughed, giving my lips plenty of short kisses.

I sigh and nod, looking at him once he took a step back. He was wearing his joggers, but not his shirt. I could see his abs, all the moles and then the shell, laying on his chest.

"Will you make tea?" I smile looking at him touching the shell and brushing it with my finger.

He nodded and smiled, pecking my lips and searching for a pot to make the tea. I looked at him, jumping out of the counter slowly and standing on a foot. I hugged him this time, pressing my cheek on his back and taking a deep breath.

"What are your plans for today?" he asked me, placing his hand on top of mine.

"Hm… beach again?" I ask. "I don't know… If it wasn't because of this stupid thing I would like to somewhere else"

"Then we'll go to the beach" he nodded. "Maybe tomorrow we can go somewhere"

"Or… we can stay here" I whispered, pressing a kiss on his back.

"Ah, yeah?" I heard him chuckle.

"I have a Playstation" I laugh. "And ice cream"

"You like playing video games?" he asked, surprised. "God, you are the girl of my dreams"

I bite my lip hearing him say that. The girl of his dreams? Maybe he was dreaming with me, then.

"Come on, lover boy" I laugh softly. "Breakfast is ready"

I grabbed two mugs and the plates, placing what I baked for breakfast. He smiled, breathing the scent of the brioche bread with chocolate chips on it.

"I swear, you are the girl of my dreams" he laughed softly. "God, where did you learn to make everything?"

"I was always curious about how things were made" I sighed, cutting some slices of the bread for him. "I liked doing experiments about how make things taste better"

"You really are an amazing woman, Lily" he smiled looking at me, drinking the tea.

"Shut up, I'm not" I blushed, looking away.

We had breakfast in silence, somehow the tension that was between us yesterday is now inexistent. I guess what we needed was to kiss, right? But what happened this morning increased the tension. This time sexual tension.

"I'll go to my apartment to get changed" he said, standing up and kissing my hair. "I'll come back, okay?"

I nod and look at him walk out, making me blush.

"God, Aphrodite, I said that you could help a little. Not making me fall for real"

I grabbed all the plates and washed them while waiting for Logan to come. After that, I went to the bedroom and got undressed to change my clothes. 

"God, he smells so good" I whisper, laying on the bed and taking a deep breath of the pillow he used.

I sigh, and look out the window staying in the bed, only wearing the underwear.

🎮

"Max, I fucked up really bad" 

"Good morning to you too" I heard him groan at the other side of the call. "What have you done, hm?"

"I like my neighbor" I confessed, biting my nails. 

"What? Who?"

"The girl next door" I sighed. "God… I'm so dead, mate?"

"I don't understand anything" he sighed.

"I lied to her. Like… I didn't tell her my real name, she doesn't know who I really am and I'm falling for her" I sighed, brushing my hair with my hands. 

"Well… and what's the problem with that?" he sighed. "Just tell her the truth"

"I can't! Se can't know" I groan. "God... I'm so stupid"

"Yeah, a little" he laughed.

I sigh and get changed, groaning.

This morning I had to control myself so much to not fuck her right there. The way she was moving her hips making me move mine trying to find pleasure drove me crazy. The moan she made when I held her breast drove me incredibly crazy.

But I couldn't do more. I don't want to hurt her like I did last night when she hurt her ankle again. If the tension we have is going to grow even more, I want to wait until she is fully recovered.

Once I changed my clothes I went back to her apartment, closing the door behind me and walking further.

"Lily?" I called her, walking around the hall and smiling when I heard her humming a song in her bedroom.

And walking inside of that room nearly killed me. She was there, laying on her bed and only wearing her underwear, reading a book and moving her legs like a little girl.

"Lily" I smile, walking to sit on the bed, making her gasp.

She turned around gasping, covering her chest with the blankets, making me laugh.

"You really were too deep in that book" I laughed. "You shouldn't move the ankle, Lily…"

"You are so boring" she sighed, turning around and going back to the same position she was in when I walked in.

"Borning?" I laugh, laying next to her, squeezing her ass with my hand. "Really?"

"Mhm, so much" she nodded.

I laugh and lay next to her, hugging her waist and resting my chin on her shoulder. She was reading something, but I couldn't understand anything.

"What are you reading?" I asked, biting her shoulder softly.

"The myth of Orpheus and Euridice" she said, looking at the pages. “It’s a beautiful and sad love story”

“Oh? Really?” I asked. “Can you read it for me?”

She laughed and nodded, looking at me and smiling softly, letting me steal her a kiss. She laughed and started to read loud, making me smile and look at her.

It's obvious she loves reading about it, about the culture and mythology of this country. She loves this place and she's so passionate about it, wanting to know and discover the story about it. I just heard her, completely hypnotized by the way her voice sounded reading it like it was a fairytale.

I bet my nieces would love her.

"It's good" I nodded. "I never heard about their story"

"I heard that there's an opera about this myth" she sighed. "I would kill to go watch it somewhere"

"It would be nice" I smile. "Tell me about more myths"

We spent the whole morning that way. She read for me while she was half naked, with my arm wrapped around her waist and trying to not touch more than only her back.

"I should make lunch" she sighed, closing the book.

I smile and nod, looking at her. She let her head fall to the mattress, taking a deep breath while she closed her eyes. She's so beautiful, like a Greek goddess, definitely.

"I'll make it" I said, getting up when I saw her move.

"Oh? Okay" she frowned.

It was for the best if I didn't see her half naked. Otherwise, the lunch would be never made and the mess of her bed would be worse.

"Calm down, buddy" I frown, looking down at the bulge that started to grow on my short joggers.

I started to make something I use to eat during race weekends, a chicken wrap with some veggies. 

While cooking I heard her walk out of the room, taking small steps towards me and wrapping her arms around me again. The feeling of her touch around me makes me happy, something I never knew I could feel with a woman I met some days ago.

"What is it?" she asked me, pressing her body closer to mine and looking at what I was cooking.

"Chicken wrap" I smile. "It's like a burrito, but since you don't have those tortillas…"

"You are making it with pita bread" she nodded. "It looks like a gyro"

"A gyro?" I asked looking back at her.

"Yeah, it's like… it's like a taco, actually" she laughed.

I chuckle and nod. She took a step back and grabbed the plates to serve lunch. 

It was so domestic. Being here with her, cooking together and having a lazy morning in her bed. It felt so good and it made me want to stay here forever.

We ate, watching Peaky Blinders again. But this time I was paying more attention to her, learning details about her. About how she moves her head when she takes a bite of something she likes, or how she hums while chewing it. About how she's not like those types of people that can't eat two things at the same time, she eats the french fries dipping them in the sauce of the wrap. I noticed too how slow she eats, getting distracted by whatever is on the screen.

Lily is an interesting person, that makes me want to keep looking at her every second of the day to discover new things about her.

"What ice cream do you want?" she asked me while I washed the dishes and she put the leftovers on the fridge. "I have… mango, salted caramel and lemon"

"Mango" I said, grabbing two spoons.

She smiled and grabbed the mango ice cream tub, going to the couch and sitting on it. I sat next to her, biting my lip and wrapping my arm around her shoulders.

 "Is this okay?" I whisper looking down at her.

"Yeah" she nodded, turning on the TV and playing Peaky Blinders again.

The day went by pretty fast. We played video games, she made me play the Assassin's Creed game that was based here in Greece.

"We should go one of this days to the ruins" I told her, making her look at me with a smile.

"Yeah, once I can walk better I'll take you to one of my favorites places"

I smile weakly and nod.

I looked down at her, playing that game while she leaned on me. 

God, I want to touch her, to taste her, to make her say my name. 

My real name.

Just imagining her doing that makes me go hard. Shit. How would it be having her lips wrapped around me, or her breasts in front of my face that are so easy to touch? How would it be having her laying underneath me and thrusting inside of her, while she moaned my name?

And just when I noticed it, I was throbbing. Again.

"Eh… I have to go to the bathroom" I said, standing up and rushing to the bathroom and trying to undo this mess.

🖌️

I sigh, stopping the game.

I felt it, I felt his boner again. And instead of letting me know, he got up and walked away.

Maybe I'm not attractive to him? Maybe he doesn't want me to know about it and finds me disgusting. I'm sure it was because of what happened yesterday, that he things that my able hurting meant something like a signal.

I sigh and get up, walking towards the bathroom. I heard him moan, making me swallow thickly.

"Logan?" I called him. 

"A minute!" I heard him say.

Yeah, a minute to make yourself a handjob and then leave me again with the need of touching you.

"Be quick, I want to take a bath" I sighed, walking to my bedroom and sitting on the bed.

I heard him groan and then moan again, making me swallow thickly. Yeah, he didn't want me to know that he had a boner.

When he finished he got out of the bathroom, looking around searching for me. I was sitting on the bed, with my legs crossed.

"Hey, you won't resume the game?" he asked, walking inside the room. 

"I need to cool down" I said, getting clean underwear and then going to the bathroom.

"Oh… okay?" I.he frowned, confused. "Lily, are you okay?"

"I am" I sighed. "No, I'm not"

"What happened?" he frowned, walking towards me.

I take a deep breath and look at him, sighing.

"You had a boner and didn't let me take care of it" I frown. "You don't find me attractive? Is that, right? If that's so, then why are you here? It's because you are bored and you need to annoy someone?"

"What are you talking about, Lily?" he frowned, taking a step closer.

"I'm talking about you not wanting to have sex with me!" I sighed.

He looked at me and bit his lips, trying to hold a laugh. At that moment I felt pathetic, ridiculous.

"Oh my God!" he laughed, sitting on the toilet, making me get more annoyed.

"Leave" I frown. "Leave my house!"

"Lily, wait!" he frowned looking at me, holding my wrist.

"I said leave!" I exclaimed, pushing him with my hands on his chest. 

"I do want to fuck you!" he exclaimed, making me stop and look at him. "I do want to fuck you. I was awake this morning, God!"

"Then? Why didn't you continue it?" I frown.

"Because I don't have condoms" he laughed. "God, Lily. You drive me crazy! How in hell would someone not want to have sex with you! Did you look at yourself? You are like a goddess and the only thing I want right now is to touch every inch of you!"

"Then why don't you do that?" I frown looking at him. "Why you have to touch yourself in the bathroom and not let me do it"

"Because I don't want to hurt you" he sighed. "Last night you hurt your ankle with a simple movement, I don't want you to get more hurt just because we had sex"

I look at him and take a deep breath. How can someone be so considerate? How can someone think about sex with his brain and not with his dick? If someone else was here, he wouldn't care about my sprained ankle, he would ignore it and throw me to bed no matter what.

"I want to take it slow" he smiled weakly. "I'm leaving in three weeks, but I really want to memorize every inch of your body, Lily"

I sighed and looked at him, taking a step and sitting on his lap, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and kissing him.

"Do you want to take a bath with me?" I whisper against his lips. "No clothes in between. Just us and the water"

"I don't have condoms, Lily…" he repeated.

"I didn't say that we can have sex" I whisper, kissing his neck. "It's just you and I, meeting our bodies"

He looked at me and nodded, kissing me slowly and taking off my tank top, then unclipping my bra.

"Do you have an idea of how bad I wanted to touch you?" he whispered. "Yesterday in the car I wanted to hold your thigh"

"You should have done that" I whisper. 

"But I was too afraid of you thinking I was a creep" he sighed, brushing his fingers all over my back. "I mean, I'm just a guy that crashed on you, that casually is your neighbor and is now all day in your house"

"Sometimes love stories can start with a crash" I whisper looking into his eyes, hearing a giggle that makes my heart beat fast.

I smile and peck his lips before getting up. I opened the key of the warm water, mixing it with the cold water, and added some shower gel to make bubbles. When the bathtub was enough filled with water and bubbles I stopped the water, turning around and finding Logan only wearing his boxers.

"You won't need them" I said pointing at the only piece of clothing he has.

"And you won't need that neither" he said, pointing at my panties.

I laughed softly and took off my panties, throwing them to the pile of dirty clothes. I tried to not look back at him, knowing that he was looking at me, and got inside the bathtub after taking off the bandage.

"Take it easy" he said, helping me.

I smiled softly and sat on the floor, looking at how he carefully held my foot and got inside the water in front of me.

"Do you want me to place it on my lap?" he asked, caressing my foot softly, trying to not hurt me.

"Yeah" I sighed relieved, feeling his soft touch and how he placed the foot on his knee.

I sighed and smile, resting the back of my head on the edge of the bathtub and then I looked at him.

"What?" I chuckle looking at him.

"Nothing" he sighed, smiling.

"Come on, tell me" I laughed, splashing him some bubbles.

"You are making me fall for you, Lily" he sighed, smiling softly. "You are really making me believe in love stories"

"I already told you, Logan" I smile softly. "Some love stories can start with a crash"

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SHADOW THE SERIES!!

ALRIGHT Y’ALL I HAVE SUCCESSFULLY BINGED ALL SEVEN EPISODES OF SHADOW (2023) THAT HAVE CURRENTLY BEEN RELEASED AND MY BRAIN IS GOING A MILE A FUCKING MINUTE. I HAVE ABOUT 25 THEORIES ALL BOUNCING AROUND IN HERE, ALL OF WHICH ARE PROBABLY WRONG. 

Thank God for @so-much-yet-to-learn deciding not to watch this, meaning he can’t be spoiled and I can spam his DMs with all the twists, and turns.

I literally do not think at this point, even seven episodes in I can really write analysis of the show. I’m almost certainly going to rewatch this, and maybe that will inspire conversations around lighting, and blocking, and use of reflection but for now, I am just going to talk about some of the things I have been noticing and some paths I see those threads taking. 

First of all, in a ghost story, I do not think that I am actually putting too much weight on the use of Hamlet as a play in this story. However, I will admit upfront that I am very potentially putting too much weight on the Greek mythology (River Styx, and Orpheus and Eurydice) that were referenced in, I think like…episode 1 or 2. 

gif by @pharawee

But, what can you expect when some of the first supernatural happenings we get is Dan waking up on a boat in the middle of a body of water (River Styx)? This does not hold consistently, but there is a trend I have been noticing, of following. It has been making me think of Orpheus and Eurydice, that Orpheus is supposed to guide his lover out of the underworld, and back to the land of the living, but he cannot turn to look behind him. He has to trust that Eurydice is there, following behind him. 

And I have been noticing some point in the show where following behind and not turning back to look have been particularly relevant. In Episode 6, Dan sees a reflection of Trin in the bathroom mirror. Trin is technically behind Dan, but the second that Dan turns to look? Trin is gone. When Dan looks away, he sees a reflection in the mirror of Trin leaving the bathroom, and he follows behind Trin all the way to the funhouse. 

This scene had some particularly striking and beautiful uses of mirrors and reflections. Namely that we see Trin, walking, and Dan following far behind in a number of mirrors. But every time a mirror appears Dan stops for a moment to look at himself. At this point, Trin has continued moving (in fact Trin never stops moving) and we see Dan completely alone in the mirror. What does this have to do with anything? What is the show trying to say about what purpose Trin, the shadow, the visions Dan have serve? Not sure yet! But it’s fucking fascinating. 

Hamlet, of course, is an obvious choice of story for a boy that can see ghosts, especially because Dan sees the ghost of his father at some point(s) in the show. Especially because there is a recurring theme/motif of drowning in this show. We have multiple boys who are haunted, both Dan and Nai being able to see ghosts, we have Dan who harbors anger in his heart for the way his father abused the family, we have a boy who went missing, last seen by the lake and whose ghost consistently appears waterlogged. We have a shadow that grabs Dan by the ankle and tries to keep him below water, we have a moment where Dan sees Trin’s lifeless body floating in a pool. Where are they going with this? I don’t know! And I want to find out. 

photo from @sparklyeyedhimbo

I have thoughts about water and it’s relation to baptism, that these boys are attending a Catholic school, that Dan is constantly pushing back against the way the school functions and the beliefs that Brother Anurak holds. I am so fascinated by the fact that Catholic priest Brother Anurak cannot confirm the existence of spirits, (when Dan has been haunted by this shadow for almost a decade of his life), and that he turns to Buddhism, and a venerable monk to help him navigate the moments where he slips between reality and dreams. 

I am fascinated by the fact that the Shadow we see gets progressively less scary, at least to me, as time goes on. This is an entity that has been following Dan from the time he was seven. When he was a child, at his mother’s funeral he called this Shadow his friend when he was talking to Brother Anurak.  

This may seem tangential, but, about a year or two ago, I played a little indie video came called Gone Home. The premise is that you arrive back to your childhood home, unannounced only to find that no one in your family is home, they have vanished without a trace, and all that remains are these letters your sister left. When I started playing this game, I was tense, I thought perhaps the house was haunted, perhaps my family had been killed and a murderer was about to pop out from around a corner. But as the story unfolds, as you read more letters from your sister, you realize that she’s queer, she’s telling you a story of why she has left, she has gone to reunite with her girlfriend. And I cannot explain the level of safety and comfort that washed over me the second I realized this was a queer story. 

In some ways that is what this Shadow feels like to me. At first it is scary, it is set up to be, it creeps up, background music builds tension, creates jumpscares of sorts, the shadow is what keeps nearly drowning Dan. But as the episodes continue, the shadow doesn’t do that anymore, Dan turns around and hugs the Shadow, and it takes him to his father (who is a massive fucking asshole to be fair).

gif by @pharawee

In Episode 6 or 7, Dan is dreaming of one of the few peaceful and happy memories he has of childhood, and the Shadow rests it’s incorporeal hands on his shoulders, almost familiar and comforting, and Dan talks to it. Dan asks it if he can stay there a little longer, and the Shadow lets him. And for me this begs the question, what is the Shadow? Is the Shadow one entity, or multiple? Are the different interactions with the Shadow meant to signify Dan is interacting with multiple different people? Is the Shadow a spirit, or a manifestation of something else: grief, anger, pain? Did Dan die/is Dan dead?

We see two instances of almost sexual acts performed by the Shadow on Dan. Once happens in a dream, and within the dream Dan is conscious. But he wakes up the next morning wet and covered in scratch marks. The second time, Dan is unconscious, but the Shadow appears in the real world, not the dream world (as far as we can tell) and starts pulling up Dan’s shirt, leans in close, so that they are almost mouth to Shadow…mouth? Both times, there is some form of pleasure on Dan’s face, but both times Dan is technically unconscious, and not really able to give consent. 

Is Dan supposed to be enjoying these moments? If so, are they coming from a lover of his, either one from the past or are we perpetuating circles of time where Dan is retroactively being haunted by someone he loves and loses in the future? I don’t know about you all, and personally I don’t want every story that involved Catholicism to focus on the known history of pedophilia within the Catholic church, but…

gif from @pharawee

Dan has been seeing the Shadow since after he was shot accidentally by his mother and she had a mental breakdown, but this is around the same time that Brother Anurak, Catholic Priest, Brother Anurak enters the picture. And Dan says that the Shadow has been getting stronger since he started at this boarding school where Brother Anurak is a teacher. Could the Shadow be a metaphor for childhood sexual assault trauma that Dan cannot remember, or does not want to face? Possibly. Brother Anurak has seemed a little bit suspicious in the show thus far, (not wholly in the like, “possibly a pedophile” way to be clear, just in the “this dude almost certainly knows more about this student’s disappearance than he is letting on” kind of way). 

Then again, according to the precisely thirty seconds of google searching on name meanings I did, Anurak as a name apparently means “the one who takes care” or “male angel”. I would love someone who is not me and has an actual understanding of the Thai language to correct me if I am wrong. (@recentadultburnout or @lurkingteapot are either of you watching this show? If so, would you be willing to discuss name meanings for Shadow the series? Obviously, no pressure or obligation). 

ANYWAY, the Shadow does not really seem like all too much of an antagonistic force at this point, more of a neutral or potentially positive force, so again, I have 25 different theories that are all possibly wrong, and this is one of them. 

Other theories about the Shadow: Dan started seeing it after almost dying of a gunshot wound, it’s just like the manifestation of death and Dan has been running from it for awhile, it is a manifestation of the people Dan cares about in his life, it is actively trying to possess Dan and keeps getting interrupted, it is a spiritual guide that is supposed to lead Dan towards helping other spirits find justice and peace. It’s a physical manifestation of queerness. Like seriously, I could probably go on all day. 

And actually, queerness is something I do want to talk about while I am here. Because this show is certainly not shying away from homophobia.

gif by @pharawee

Nai has suffered for revealing his crush on Anan the previous year, he is still suffering for it. It did not escape my notice that the only known queer kid at an all-boys Catholic boarding school does not have a roommate. Nai is pretty much always alone, until Dan shows up, and Nai is warned by his teacher to stay away from Dan to make sure “Dan stays out of trouble”. Ever time that Dan and Nai are seen walking together, touch each other casually, exit a room together, they are called a slur. Nai tries to tell Dan to stay away from him so that Dan isn’t condemning himself to the life of a social pariah. We get one good Token Straight Friend in Josh. We learn that Trin was queer, and Trin was friends with Nai, and now Trin has disappeared. 

The queer kid(s) or the kids associated with the queer kid are the only people getting beaten up at this school, and the actor that plays dickbag Anan is truly committing to the bit, because the (fake) punches he delivers look like they got some force to them. 

I was actually just chatting with @so-much-yet-to-learn and as I was writing out the sentence “what if the Shadow is a physical manifestation of queerness?” he wrote “ooh, so Nai sees them as human figures whereas Dan sees his as a shadow commentary on how aware they are of their sexuality, maybe?” Dan does see Trin in full form, so I am not sure how much this does track, but it is at least worth acknowledging that Nai is aware of his queerness, has been outed, is The Known Queer at school, and has a very visibly obvious crush on Dan. Meanwhile, Dan reads queer (to me), some of the things he says, the way he laughed at Josh asking him if he liked Cha-aim, the fact that he sticks with Nai, make me think he is aware of his queerness. But, we as the audience have not actually gotten any explicit confirmation that Dan is queer or aware of his queerness. 

photo from @blmpff

However, it is worth noting the physical ghost that Dan is able to see is Trin, another queer boy, (who everyone at school knew was queer because they knew he had a crush on his male theater teacher) and then some random boy that we have never seen before that he, once again, only sees in a mirror. But in Episode 7, Dan has lost this grounding stone, and the line between reality and dreams is constantly blurring. In Episode 7, Dan dreams of a near empty place, the only thing on the floor are drawings of a boxer, a naval ship, a sailor. He sees a man with one arm missing, the remainder of the limb bandaged and bleeding, he sees a man (again, only from behind) handcuffed to a table, behind bars, reading a letter by candlelight, he sees a man tied to a post, blindfolded and about to be executed, once again facing away, back turned to a firing squad. 

Dan finds out like, practically the next day about the local legend of the One Armed Man, who was a boxer, joined the navy, lost his arm, sold himself to homosexual millionaires, and got arrested for selling drugs to party goers who ended up dying of drug overdoses. You know who else has currently been associated with a narcotics related drug overdose?

Trin. 

The missing, queer boy who was trying to break tradition, and bring progress to his school. 

Trin, the missing queer boy who has hallucinations. Hallucinations like… 

Dead bodies. 

You know who else saw dead bodies in the most recent episodes?

Dan. 

photos from @sparklyeyedhimbo

I don’t know where I am going with this beyond the fact that Trin is established to have bipolar disorder, for which was on medication. In flashback he is shown stating that he wants to get off his medication, we are told in the present that he had stopped taking his medication, and that instead he was treating his bipolar with narcotics, and that he had smoked week the night of his disappearance. It is at this point I would like to say, this show would be absolutely fucking based if they actually gave Trin bipolar disorder, and then had the adults that are suspicious and clearly hiding something, weaponize the stigma against his mental health disorder to try to discredit whatever Trin was trying to do, as well as distance themselves from any potential suspicion around their level of involvement in Trin’s disappearance. (This is not to say this is behavior I support irl, it is to say that it would be excellent commentary around how someone’s mental health can be weaponized against them in truly terrible ways)

So by my count we have two instances of drug overdose mentions from two separate people and stories (Trin’s disappearance and the One Armed Man), and two instances of “hallucinations” of seeing dead people (Trin’s vision he discusses in an audio recording and Dan’s vision in art class). These are not enough data points to say they are definitively doing something with this, but it is just something I am noting. 

Another theory that @so-much-yet-to-learn floated in conversation with me was the idea that the boys that were being haunted were ones who were breaking the status quo in some way. Trin was trying to do away with hazing at school and was called in to the administrator’s office multiple times and told to change his student president campaign policies, Nai is currently the only known queer at school, and Dan does not engage in anything even resembling filial piety. (Again, his dad is a Grade A Major Fucking Asshole).

photos from @sparklyeyedhimbo

Where am I going with this? I don’t know! Maybe nowhere! Again, my brain is going BRRRRRRR and I am just rapidly cycling through a thousand unformed theories. God, I just want to know what happened, I want to know what everyone knows, I want to know what the fuck is up with Anan and the teacher he is fucking and their involvement in all of this, I wanna know why the fuck he is as reactive as he is (like he literally almost strangled Dan to the point of unconsciousness at the end of Episode 7), Anan and HIS TEACHER keep making references to Trin, to “the nurses other daughter”, throwing suspicion on Dan about knowing about them. I want to know how they are involved in all of this. 

I JUST WANT TO KNOW EVERYTHING! I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IS HAPPENING, I CAN SEE A MILLION DIFFERENT OUTCOMES, I AM HAVING A GREAT TIME AND I FUCKING HOPE THIS SHOW CAN STICK THE LANDING BECAUSE I AM ENJOYING IT SO MUCH.

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King - Chapter VIII

Chapter VIII

Wordcount 3,8k

Title Worthy

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 🖤

Warnings: Poseidon is not a soft man; he knows how to make a girl cry

Tagging @cloveradora @the-dumber-scaramouche @mikkies @sl33py-zer0 @nooneknows8976 (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: So I really wanted a cool title for this chapter, but nothing better than this one :/

Here's something about the quake that I forgot to explain in the previous chapter's notes: the reason why the girls didn't fall in another place when they witnessed the quake right in their first day at the palace was that Proteus was there. Knowing what happens after the quakes caused by his master, he knows how to guide people through the right path and might have a way to protect them from the effects. Since reader was alone when the second quake happened, there wasn't much she could do to protect herself. The idea for these sudden changes came when I was first building my concept for the Lord of the Seas: in Greek mythology, he was an unstable and irascible man, so it would be only fair that his house fitted his temper. It's not clear if hes aware of this, but it's not hard to suppose that he uses this changes to reach his purposes, combined with his extended vision, about which he will speak in this chapter.

Hope you enjoy it :)

Also a change in the gif because... well, you'll see 😅

Nothing in that path was known to you.

The corridors – all of them shorter than the one where you met – were as blue and plain as the first one, and no doors or windows were present in them as well, making it impossible for you to try and memorize the way. Still, you couldn’t help feeling like you were walking in circles, even though your husband took different directions.

And to think that, if he hasn’t appeared at the right moment, I could be dead by now.

You were absorbed in those thoughts when Poseidon stopped in front of a door and put you down, but kept a hand on your wrist, though you would be a fool if you tried to run and take the risk of getting lost again – sometimes, not knowing what he took you for was irritating. He opened the door and, after making you enter before him, he locked it behind his back. You looked around… And found yourself in a familiar place.

He brought me to his chambers again.

You started wondering if that strange transformation in the environment was deliberated, if finding you was his final goal or if it was just a coincidence. Well, if he wanted to find you, he could’ve just sent a servant to the women’s lodge; where else did he think he could find you? But, at the same time, he didn’t seem the type who always chooses the obvious way. He didn’t use to give many explanations on his actions, but you already noticed that everything he did had a reason.

And, that time, you didn’t need to wait for too long to find it out.

Without a word, he grabbed your wrist and led you to the direction you knew the bathing area was. It was a short way, but you took the opportunity to observe the surroundings, and that’s how you noticed how clean and organized the room was: no clothes on the floor, no scent of perfume or essential oils in the air, no messed sheets upon the bed, which curtains were opened and wrapped, as if waiting for the next night; not even the small table and the bottle of contraceptive was visible beside it.

No signs of your passage were present there.

You turned your face away from the scene and tried not think about it, as you finally crossed the small corridor through which you were taken to the shower, that one where you almost drowned.

Is he going to make me bathe on it again?

Fortunately, that’s not what happened.

As you stopped before the shower, Poseidon took the shawl off your shoulders and told you to take off your shoes. He grabbed everything and put it on a place near, where the water wouldn’t reach, then led you to the bathtub area, returning to the shower and leaving you there by yourself. The air was warm, and the bathtub was already full.

Moments later, he walked after you, without his clothes and ready to enter the bathtub. You looked away when he passed by you, only seeing the moment he touched the water with the corner of your eye. When you looked again, he already had half of his body covered in water, in the same spot where he stood with you yesterday.

You took a moment to notice he was staring at you.

– Go to that shelf and bring something to me – he pointed at the shelf in question.

You went there and he indicated the line and the position of the chosen bottle. It was similar to the ones that contained the healing salts used in your previous bath there, but had an orange, creamy substance inside it, like a lotion.

You barely had the chance to observe the label to confirm its nature.

– Bring it here.

You obeyed, kneeling behind him and giving him the bottle. He opened it and gave it back to you.

– Make yourself useful and use it to massage my shoulders.

The order was clear, yet you took a second to process it: he brought you to his room just for you to do the work of a servant? Well, it was useless to argue: you were already there, and the bottle was opened; you couldn’t let him waiting, risking what was left of his patience after the unpleasing task of eliminating an insubordinate individual.

You took a generous amount of the lotion, spread it on your palms – not missing the chance to enjoy its pleasing texture – and started to work.

Somehow, it felt like you were touching his skin for the first time, for you were under a good light, entirely in control of your senses, not having to stand his glare, something that would certainly make your hands shake and interfere in your performance. With all those issues out of the way, you allowed yourself a bit of relaxation, using that time to observe your husband in a way you still haven’t the chance to do, and with that you noticed a curious detail: despite the warmth of the water, his skin didn’t turn rosy, but kept the uniformity of its pale shade, only changing in the spots where you spread the lotion; besides, he had no marks all over his back, even less on his neck; as you looked for them, your hands followed your eyes, trying to guess if there was at least the reminiscence of a scratch or a scar – but nothing could be found, and that was less impressive than scary.

He’s so fast that it’s impossible to touch him in a fight, and I can’t think of someone who’d be brave enough to get so close if he gave them the chance.

As you brought your hands to his neck, you observed something that counterbalanced this thought: his hair wasn’t entirely blond, as seen from a distance, but it had its roots in a silver shade, which changed to the evident golden. Compared to the thing about his skin, it was trivial, almost ridiculous.

Poseidon’s voice brought you back to reality.

– You are getting distracted – he casually commented – Your hands stopped.

It was true: you realized you were lost in your observations, and immediately got back to work. But that wasn’t the end of his admonition.

– Delicacy is appreciated in massaging sessions, but this is too much. Your touch is lacking strength – he glanced behind – Or are you going to tell me that this is the best you can do with these tiny hands of yours?

If your delicacy was too much for him, his provocations were too much for you. You held back a sigh of impatience, but compensated it by burying your nails on his skin.

Is this better for you?

This only caused him a chuckle.

– Ah, this is better. But do not use your nails.

You bit your lip, but said nothing in response. Apparently, there was a way to satisfy him through your aggressiveness – and that was something you preferred not to discuss. You just decided to keep the rhythm and wait until he told you to stop…

Which didn’t happen without a conversation.

– That place where I found you – Poseidon started – It is not one where your presence should be expected. I suppose you went there by accident. So, tell me, where were you trying to go?

For a second, you felt tempted to discuss the strange phenomenon that brought you to that corridor, but changed your mind and kept your answer simple.

– To the Library.

– The servants use to bring books for you at the lodge – he continued – Aren’t they entertaining enough?

You started massaging the back of his neck, your thumbs drawing circles upon his spine.

– I wasn’t looking for entertainment, my Lord.

– What were you looking for, then?

– Information.

– What kind of information? – he pressed.

– Anything that could be useful… to help me in my task.

A tense silence fell between you. You didn’t need to explain what you meant with task. In the end, Poseidon approved your attitude.

– I would not expect anything different from you – and, suddenly changing the subject, –Speaking of this, I have heard that you went to take your first meal in the company of the other girls today, and that this resulted in fabulous interactions between you. Can you speak about this to me?

You swallowed.

Just as expected, nothing stays hidden from him in this place.

– It was strange to me at first, because I’m not used to be in the company of people from multiple folks – you spoke carefully – But everything was alright in the end. The women received me well, and I had Alyssa with me, so I wouldn’t feel alone.

His response to this was a long “hm”, followed by a subtle movement of his left arm, that was resting upon the bathtub’s border: he slowly raised it from the marble, until his hand reached your cheek, his fingers caressing your skin as it started to heat up. Your hands stopped working again.

– You are always so vague whenever I try to have a proper conversation with you, my dragonet – he chuckled – What are you afraid of? Did you forget who I am to you? Or maybe you do not know how marriage works? If this is the case, let me tell you that a woman is not supposed to keep secrets from her husband.

You didn’t reply immediately. You knew that trying to use your tongue without calming yourself down would mean a problem, so you started working on this: taking a deep breath, you forced your hands to move again, this time more gently, your fingers tracing slow paths through his pale skin, as if taking care to not hurt it, even though it was impossible for you to do it. It was now less like a massage and more like a caress.

– And I suppose that this rule works for her husband as well – you started – Or are things different when a god is involved?

That time, Poseidon turned around to look inside your eyes instead of limiting himself to a glance. Fortunately for you, there wasn’t the slightest sign of irritation in them.

– I have been living for too long, girl. So much more than your human mind can conceive. Even if I tried to unveil my secrets to you, I would have to stop in the beginning, for you would never have the time nor the strength to stand them – a shadow of smile appeared on his lips – And with this I guess you already have your answer.

He still had his hand on your cheek; thinking you wouldn’t have anything more to say, he moved it away and turned his back on you again, to which you understood you had to continue your task. You did it, but that time you somehow started to experiment with it, extending your touch to his ears; you used your thumbs to massage behind them, then softly squeezed his lobes between your fingers, going through their length until you reached their pointy upper side. This provoking a surprising reaction from him: his body relaxed, and from the depths of his throat came a low, guttural sound that prolonged itself as you continued your caresses, ceasing when you moved your hands away from his ears and back to his neck and shoulders.

You frowned.

Did he just... purr?

– Are you trying to seduce me, dragonet? – he whispered – Who gave you such idea?

– I’m not trying anything in this sense, my Lord.

– Hm... You are trying to calm me down, then – he inclined his body backwards, as to make it easy for you to touch him – You want to tell me something, but felt the need to prepare my ears first, isn’t it?

Since he was giving you the chance, you decided to take it.

– I want to ask something, if possible.

– And what is it?

You took a moment before replying. That wasn’t an easy question, neither was its answer – that is, any of the answers you could give it.

And they were many.

Why did you do that to Suriah, and Melian and the others? Why did you do this to me? And Doonah? Why are you so obsessed with having all of us around you? And why the hell you need so many children who won’t live as much as yourself? Do you think it’s funny? What do you take us for? What do you know about justice, or love? Do you even care?

What you asked him, however, was much simpler.

– Poseidon-sama… Why did you marry me?

Silence. You didn’t get an immediate, verbal answer from him, but you sensed the change around you: the warmth of the air was no longer enough to bring you comfort; your hands felt a deep, growing tension in his muscles, and even his breath was inaudible now.

But I just started it, and I need this answer. I can’t stop now.

You forced your hands to keep moving.

– You said it was for your own sake, my Lord… – you continued – And that I would never stand your secrets... But if I am part of this… Then it’s not supposed to be a secret.

Strangely, saying those words put you in a state of peace that you’ve never expected to experience, though you could just be silenced regardless of your honesty and the validity of your inquiring. It calmed your heart and gave you the courage to face whatever your husband was preparing as a response.

And this is what he had for you.

– From time to time, I use to extend my vision to the outsides of my kingdom, to be aware of the changes in the other worlds, and to figure out some things that would escape my messengers’ understanding – you still had your hands upon his shoulders; you sensed a slight movement on them as the story followed – Though my apparitions in Midgard became a rarity, I still include it in my examinations, for you are not like the other folks: you cannot stay for too long without supervision.

You didn’t know if you should be flattered or offended by this: having your kind separated from others by a god’s vision was something unique, but the reasons for this might destroy one’s fantasies about it. On the other hand, you had to admit that humans weren’t the most reliable creatures, and given how they’ve treated the oceans all over their existence, it’d be hard to expect a different attitude from the god who ruled over them.

– It was during an ordinary day of observations that my thoughts stopped at your homeland and discovered the women of your time, and among all of them they fixated themselves in you – he explained – Once it happened, I decided I needed to bring you to my domains. And here you have your answer.

More silence. You waited to see what would happen next, but Poseidon didn’t say anything more than this. You bit your lip.

He desired and took me, and that’s all? He really thinks I’m a fool.

You moved your hands away from his body, laying them on your lap. The gesture didn’t go unnoticed by him, but no reaction came from his part.

Your voice was heard, almost a whisper.

– Is this everything?

You closed your mouth and instantly felt like you provoked the sea, for it came to swallow you in the shape of a man who refused to believe you had the nerve to say those words.

The bathtub’s water became choppy and spread with a growing roar when he turned to you, rising out of the tank and soaking your legs and the hem of your dress. At the same time, he leaned his hands on the marble, but kept himself on the tub, in a way that reminded you of a mermaid luring a sailor to death. The fact that you had the Lord of all mermaids in this position, and that, unlike a sailor, you had no experience in the sea, only made things more terrifying.

– Yes, this is everything you need to know, little dragonet – he leaned closer to you as he spoke; his voice was sweet, but his words were pure ice; you glanced down and noticed his right hand moving from the marble and reaching for your thigh – I saw you there, desired you and took you for myself, and I did not need any more reasons for this. There is no secret in it, and I am not sorry for disappointing you in this sense. If humans are always seeking for mysteries where there is none, I am not the one to blame.

You opened your mouth, but closed it again: no words would serve as response for what you just heard. And, well, in reality, nothing passed your lips because your mind stopped working, and your body started acting by itself.

And that’s why you never saw how exactly you did that and why, later, you would find yourself unable to recall it: in one moment, you felt a bubbling inside your stomach, and your entire body started trembling; in the next, all of this stopped, and you saw your left hand raising and moving forward. After this, you only remembered a persistent burning on your palm and your cheeks soaked in tears.

When you raised your eyes to your husband, through your blurry sight you noticed him touching his own face in incredulity, and you swore there was a reddish mark on it. You covered your mouth with your hands.

Is this what I think t is? Did I just… slap him?

Whatever the explanation your mind could give you for the scene, as soon as you saw Poseidon’s hand moving away from his cheek and his glare turning to you, you knew it wouldn’t matter. Yes, no sign of the dark shade appeared in his eyes when you looked into them, but you wouldn’t stay there and wait to see what he would do after experiencing what was probably the worst example of the human audacity in centuries.

You were still kneeling on the floor; you tried to force your body to stand up and move away… but soon you realized you were unable to do it: the water, mixed with soap and lotions, eliminated the friction between your body and the floor, so when you turned to leave, you just manged to slip and fall on your stomach before you could go too far. At the same time, a strong hand made you turn on your back, closing around your leg, and you were pulled back to the bathtub’s edge.

You saw yourself laying on the floor, your dress clinging on your back, your hair floating on the water around your head. Besides, your feet were now passing over the tub’s edge, so that you would never find balance to move and leave your spot. And you had no time to think of anything else, because Poseidon was now leaving the tub and putting himself over you. The air escaped your lungs, and you shut your eyes tight, just waiting for death…

However, it didn’t come.

A hot breath touched your neck, and the voice of your husband reached your ear in a harsh whisper.

– Still, regarding the entire time you stood with me yesterday… – his lips brushed your lobe – You seemed far from disappointed.

You gasped. Your face burned with shame, because deep inside you knew he was right: when you met him, you were impressed, and when he showed himself to you, you admired, desired and accepted him as a man – and you ended up exhausted, but satisfied. That was how you remembered things; that was your truth. And something like this could never stay hidden from the sharp eyes of the god you had before you.

But the hardest part was that Poseidon wouldn’t miss the chance to have fun with it.

– But if you really want one more reason, here you have it – he chuckled; you felt his hand playing with the soaked hem of your dress, lifting it and exposing your thighs – You are a really entertaining creature, human... Keeping you is worthy...

Worthy?

Something stirred inside you at the sound of that word. You gathered courage and opened your eyes, only to find your husband staring back at your embarrassed traits. You looked into them, hoping to find something that explained the use of that word, but Poseidon was clearly better than you in keeping secrets, so the only thing you saw there was desire.

The same desire I perceived when he approached me for the first time.

– Why the surprise, dragonet? – he brought his hand to your face, and his fingers traced a line through your cheek, descending until they found your neck and closed themselves around it – Don’t you find it strange that I still did not eliminate you after everything you have done? That I did not cut off your hand after what you just did? Or did not burn your tongue for the things you said at the dinning room?

You didn’t reply. Still holding your neck, he brought his lips closer to yours.

– I like to keep what is mine intact – he gave you a brief kiss on your mouth – There is no use in breaking you... Especially when I just discovered this strength in your little hands…

It wasn’t hard to guess what was going to happen now.

With his thumb, he separated your lips, and his tongue he found its way into your mouth. It wasn’t too long until he extended his passionate gestures to your chin, your cheeks, your neck and collar, and for his hands to find a chance to free you from your soaking dress. You weren’t left without reaction, though: joining the kiss with a similar enthusiasm, you started to use your hands in him as well, caressing the spot you just slapped, touching the golden strands of his hair falling around his face, and even reaching for his ears, just to see his body’s response during love making.

And it was as intense as you could expect: he didn’t wait a single second to take you to him, tightening you in his arms, pressing your body under his, against the floor.

It’s like watching the sea falling over me.

In the middle of this, your regained your voice. And, as expected, to gather one more reason that would make your husband punish you if he had no regard for your integrity.

– There’s no use in breaking me, my Lord… but you rejoyce in breaking my spirit, right?

You closed your eyes, and the last thing you remembered was his voice making you a question that might have come from his mouth or your own mind.

– Is your spirit this easy to break?

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Can I request the remarried empress with the female Ida Shroud reader.

🎮Both the Eastern and Western empire are ambiented on a European late or post-medieval setting. So imagine ida bringing technology in that time.

🎮Her freaking out because it normally only happens in anime that people get iskaid and now she is here having a panic attack because she got telported during one of navier tea parties.

🎮It took her a while to convince people she is from a different universe and not here to harm the empress but later on she became navier trusted spy.

🎮How whoud they react her unusual looks I mean hair that is made of fire but it didn't harm them and her shape Teeth but most importantly she raw intelligence and her ability to create new technology for them.

🎮Imagen her telling navier about the time she got kidnapped by the ghost Prince and about her little brother who sadly didn't come with her.

🎮Her being the antisocial person like always and getting a panic attack because rattrash won't leave her alone and sovieshit giving her a panic attack because he wants her to his mistresses because of her looks .

I’m going to change it up a bit to make it a tad easier for me.

Sovieshu

You were found in the woods where you were stuck in one of the Emperor’s traps (sound familiar?). His Majesty was completely smitten with your otherworldly appearance and took you into the palace to make sure you got treated.

Once you got to a point where you were able to walk with ease once again, you realized that it would be impolite if you didn’t go and thank Sovieshu. That led to you both getting tied up in a great conversation. You explained that you were from a completely different world than him, as the land you were from was much more technologically advanced, plus your younger brother was back home.

Then out of nowhere, His Majesty asked if you would be interested in becoming one of his mistresses. You spit out the tea you were sipping and ask him to repeat himself, your mental system was fritzing out. Once he confirmed that you did, in fact, hear him right, you refused immediately. You rushed out of the room, actually, hyperventilating and trying not to pass out.

Rashta

She had heard that you were caught in one of the Emperor’s traps and were injured. Her first thought was to fake concern and worry, when in reality she was extremely jealous that Sovieshu was dedicating all his time into making sure you were okay.

She secretly followed him to the door of the room you were in, and she pressed her ear against it to try and hear what was going on inside. Then she heard her mans asking you to become his mistress. Then she had to step back because you ran out of the room while hyperventilating.

At first, she thought you had accepted his proposal until she asked you upfront. You stuttered through your words, but you eventually got the point out that you refused. You didn’t want anything to do with Sovieshu and just wanted to get home. She suddenly became angry that you had the audacity to refuse the Emperor, and she wasn’t helping anything at all.

Navier

You had appeared right in the middle of her tea party. You didn’t look like anything besides what she imagined the god Hades looked like in Greek Mythology, if He were a goddess rather than a god. You even had a golden crown with gems embedded in it, along with a classic toga.

After you explained that you weren’t here to hurt the Empress (she hadn’t told you who she was yet) and that you just wanted to get home from this weird world you magically got teleported to. She gently asks you to clarify what you were talking about, and you went on a nervous ramble how you left your brother behind and needed to get back to Twisted Wonderland

She finds you to be quite interesting, and asks if you would be willing to help the kingdom advance further technologically in the time that you are here. You, not feeling as scared around her, accepted the offer. This bloomed into an unforeseen friendship between the two of you. You would stop by as often as you could and lighten her mood with a story of your homeland. You loved Her Majesty’s smile, and you would do anything to see it.

Heinrey

He has seen you in Her Majesty’s chambers as Queen. You eventually put a device next to him in his bird form and when he let out a squawk, it translated it and now he was scared of Navier finding out his terrible secret. You were smarter than that, so you would always say that the translator was broken whenever Her Majesty asked you to translate Queen’s squawks.

He has learned that you became the Eastern Empire’s spokesperson of technological advancement, and you led a bunch of workers. He also learned that you swore loyalty to only the Empress, so he was thinking that when he married Her Majesty, you might want to work for the Western Kingdom instead.

Once he asked, you accepted his offer. Not only was he going to pay much more, but he wasn’t asking you to be his mistress. You actually had a better time working with him because he didn’t give you strict deadlines and would give you an extension if it was a particularly larger project.

Bonus: Kosair found out about you when his sister wrote to him about you. From the looks of it, you were a great friend to Navier, so you were alright in his book. When he met you for the first time in person, his heart skipped a few beats. You were absolutely beautiful.

After getting to know you more, he learned that you had such brilliant ideas on how to advance this world forward in the technological aspect. The first thing you made was something similar to a phone, so that you both would be able to keep in touch after he was exiled.

When you made it to the Western Empire, Kosair asked if you would be interested in marrying him. You had grown fond of him and loved him, so you accepted. Navier and Heinrey were both happy for you and even funded the wedding. Since he was a knight, he always wanted you to be the one to give him your handkerchief for when he leaves. You even press a kiss on his cheek and he is fired up and ready to fight.

#remarried empress x reader #remarried empress #the remarried empress x reader #the remarried empress #emperor sovieshu #sovieshu x reader #sovieshu #rashta x reader #rashta #empress navier #navier trovi #navier x reader #navier #heinrey x reader #heinrey #kosair x reader #kosair trovi #kosair

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There Was an Attempt:

Looking For Answers Pt. 3

[I based the name of The Fates off by the Greek Mythology, but for their personalities and the way they act, I completely made it all up, so if you’re an expert on mythology please don’t come after me.]

Important!

I have good news and bad news—

Good news: I'm taking requests! So if you want to see Immortal! Reader and Muerte in some scenarios feel free to ask.

Bad News: I won't be posting anything after February 16, so that means after that, TWaA will be going on a hiatus because my second semester is starting then and college will be taking up most of my time, so request away! I'll try to be quick to write it all!

“So, uh, how do we do this? Do I have to perform some sort of ritual or…” She looked uneasily up at Muerte, who let out a sigh as he pushed himself off the tree. They were back in that clearing where she had first met Vida, away from the sights of the townsfolk and just a few steps into the woods. He had told her it would be best to do this in an empty space, and his wording alone left enough shivers down her spine to try and make her rethink her choices in life.

“I’ll be the one taking you there,” he replied, stopping in front of her and raising a finger up. “But first, there are rules.” she blinked owlishly up at him, brows raised in interest. “Don’t touch their web, all the threads there are actual fates of the people in this world and any sort of unwanted interruption would cause a chaos that none of us would be happy to clean up.” She flinched at that, already taking mental notes as he began to pace, she had to sit herself down for the next few ones, already keeping a close attention to everything he said.

“When they’re talking, you always reply to the last one to speak,” He kneels down in front of her, looking deep into her eyes so she knew just how serious this was. He didn’t want her hurt, she may be immortal, but the fates could bring misfortune to the both of them should they do something that would make them mad. “Since we’re going in unannounced, I want you to be more polite than you’ve ever been in your entire life, all right?” He raised his brows, and she found herself nodding along.

“I— wait, why didn’t you tell them? It’s been a week since I last told you, there was plenty of time!”

He visibly tensed at the thought of even going there once again. “The Fates usually don’t enjoy the idea of being disturbed, and even I don’t know what they’d do should something bad happen.”

She cringed, the thought of embarrassing herself in front of the sisters making her stomach churn. “Well it’s a good thing you’re coming with me, huh?”

“And I’m not leaving you alone,” Muerte takes her hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You’re immortal, but The Fates have your thread in there somewhere, and I’m not sure if they have the power to cut your cord or not.”

“Right,” she gives a reassuring squeeze back. “So is that it? Be polite, answer to the sister that spoke last, and don’t touch the web?”

“Yes,” He spoke, his brows still furrowed with worry as he lifted her back up to her feet. “Now, stand a few feet away and I’ll get the circle ready.”

“Circle?” She asks, following his instructions anyway as he unsheathes one of his sickles.

“A mark,” He replies, dropping the edge of his sickle to the ground and beginning to draw a circle below. She was surprised at how perfect it almost looked, following every movement Muerte did as he continued to carve out strokes and arcs into the ground. “Each one of us has our own marks to get in each realm, these circles just make it easier for mortals to get there…” He shrugged as he finished, looking down at his work before turning to her. “If they know which one to use, of course.”

He holds out a hand, and she takes it into her own before carefully stepping into the circle, careful not to smudge the lines. She didn’t know much about magic, but she was sure that anything wrong that might happen in a certain ritual then she’d either turn out dead or severely damaged, and stars know that she didn’t want to feel any more pain from near death experiences.

“You said ‘mortals’, does that mean that you don’t have to do this all the time?” He nodded at her question. “So you’re only doing the circle now because I’m coming with you?”

“You catch on quick,” he grinned, and she gave a proud smile as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him in the middle of the mark he had made. “But yes, this is the safest route I can think of, especially since I don’t know what will happen to you if I teleport the both of us there.”

“Right,” she huffed, wrapping her arms around him. “Do we have to be this close or did you just want a hug?”

Muerte grinned, “It might be a part of the ritual, who knows?”

“Does the ritual require a kiss?” She grinned, and he leaned down to give her a peck on the lips, the embarrassment and surprise on her face causing Muerte to laugh.

“You asked for it,” he hummed, tucking a lone strand of hair behind her ear as she grumbled underneath her breath. “But we’re burning daylight,” he paused, looking up at the sky for a moment. “Should we?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, feeling the nervousness begin to form a pit in her stomach. She could feel Muerte squeezing her shoulder for reassurance, and there was a brief moment of silence before a blinding purple light turned her vision white, her hands clenching around Muerte’s sides as panic overtook her. She shuts her eyes tight, not daring to open them as she feels a surge of coldness blow through her, and then… silence.

She didn’t want to move a muscle.

Until she feels Muerte place a gentle kiss on her scalp, feeling his hand run down the top of her head to the back of her neck. “We’re here.”

Peeking through one eye, she saw nothing but darkness that began to stretch on and on from miles on miles as if wherever they were had no beginning, or an end. Her heart rate picked up as her grip on Muerte’s poncho tightened. She didn’t know if it was the void in front of her that made her shiver, or if it was just the nervousness in her that made her fingers cold against her palm.

“It’s okay,” he muttered, placing a hand on top of her own and easing her grip out of him. “I’m here.”

“But where are The Fates?” She takes a cautious step back, not wanting to smudge the mark underneath them, only to realize that the circle was gone. Muerte takes a hold of her hand.

“We’ll be seeing them soon enough.” He starts to stalk forward, and she follows him in his steps, never once letting her eyes stray from one part of the darkness too long. The place made her queasy, the more she lingered on one spot for too long, she felt as if she was falling in place with her eyes closed, Muerte’s grip on her hands being the only one keeping her in place and sane. She feels for the small dagger on her hip. Muerte had given her this a few days ago after one of their training sessions, despite her complaints and constant nagging at how she didn’t like the thought of killing people, he had still given her a short dagger anyway, saying that he’d feel more content with the thought of her with a blade than with none at all.

She never thought she’d ever try to use the blade, and yet she always brings it along with her anyway.

It wasn’t until she hears 3 voices echoing nearby did her heart feel as if it dropped to her stomach, the nervousness she felt before only doubled now, her eyes wide as she found herself tracing the patterns of the gigantic web in front of her that looked as if it stretched out for miles and miles above with longer threads on either side to keep it from falling apart. She wondered how long those threads were, and whose lives that would be, she wondered where hers was, and if the Fates knew that they had spun a thread that belonged to an immortal being.

She could feel Muerte’s grip on her hand loosen, and she looked up to him in a panic, her widened eyes looking up at his own as he seemed to stop in his tracks.

“What are you—”

“Are you sure about this?” He asks, and her lips pursed in a straight line. “There’s still time to go back.”

“I—” she paused, looking down the nonexistent ground before shutting her eyes with a sigh, replying with a determined nod of the head. “I want to hide whatever it is that can kill me. My secret won’t stay a secret forever, and I know when that happens, then something out there will be determined to do what they can to get what I have.”

He cups her cheek, eyes looking over her head to watch the spiders spin their threads before shifting his gaze back down at her. “It’s not like I’ll let them get anywhere near you.”

She places a hand atop his own, giving him a small smile as she places a quick kiss to the palm of his hand. “I know,” she sighed. “But you can’t protect me forever. I want to do this.”

Muerte blows out a breath, nodding his head and then lacing his hand back to her own, continuing their path towards the weaving spiders.

The closer they got, the closer she could hear the mutters and mumbles coming from the three, she could also see just how different their web was from normal spiders. It was shining as if they were made from crystals, and she swore if she could look at them close enough, there were images flashing across the thread as if it was a person’s entire life being displayed right in front of her eyes. She wanted to touch it, wanted to reach out her hands and wonder what it was like to hold it, but Muerte’s warnings echoed in her head, and she had to shut her hand in a tight fist, keeping herself behind the wolf and her gaze up at the mumbling spiders as they worked.

“Clotho, Lachesis, Atropos!” Muerte called out, his voice booming over the silence and even causing the web to vibrate just a bit, her breath hitching as she watched the vibrations travel upwards until it catches the attention of those at the top, moving so fast as they climbed down that she could feel the goosebumps running down her entire body. She never liked spiders, and now she had three giant ones looking down at her, their beady eyes scanning the both of them before a grin stretched out on their faces.

“My, my, my,” the largest one hummed, and she’s read about them quite enough for the past few days to know which was which. Most of their depictions were humans, however, but if she were to take a guess, the largest one would be the oldest, and the oldest one in the books was always Atropos, the one who decided how the mortals would die and when. “A familiar face, a familiar life—”

“—Unexpected as it may seem—” the middle one continued, and she guessed this one to be Lachesis, the one who measured how long a mortal’s life would be.

“—What brings you to our web again—?” She blinked owlishly at the last set of words that left Clotho, the youngest and the one that weave the threads as the mortal is in the womb.She couldn’t quite hear it or make out what language it was, but Muerte seemed to respond, and she wondered if that was his true name.

“The riddle,” he huffed, rolling his eyes, but before he could continue, she took a step forward, not wanting to have him do all the talking.

“It’s not specific enough,” her voice broke through the conversation like an uninvited knife through the air, their heads snapping in her direction and causing a hushed silence to fall as the sisters came stalking forward. She could feel Muerte’s grip on her growing tight, trying to get her to go back behind him but she wasn’t having it, letting go of his hand and looking up at the three in determination. “I’m the immortal that wants to get another riddle, something that would actually help, please.”

The oldest scoffed, stalking forward to the edge of the web where she was able to look at her eye to eye, her breathing coming to a full stop at the sight of the spider towering her very form.

“The one you seek is not one—”

“—nor two—” the middle interrupts the eldest, taking a thread into her own as the youngest begins to weave it.

“—nor three,” the youngest continues, the eldest going back to finally snip at the end of the thread that the two had measured and weaved before helping them attach it somewhere in the web, watching as it seamlessly attached to the others with ease. “It’s numbers differ, that we can guarantee—”

“—it can be a dagger, a sword, or a dish, or it could be the utterance of a true wish.” she looks to the eldest once again, watching as her legs tug on one of the webs before unlatching it, and the shine of the thread disappears, her head turning to Muerte with an almost wicked smile. (Y/n) didn’t need to look at Muerte to feel him tensing up from behind. “Duty calls,—” Atropos calls him by that name she can’t make out yet again.

“I’m not leaving (Y/n) behind,” Muerte’s words rumbled from within his chest, and when she lifted her head to look up at him, he had his glare set on the eldest of the three, whilst the other two continued to work on their threads. She didn’t even hear him unsheathe his sickles, and yet there they were in the palm of his hands, his grip tight against the hilt.

“It’s not like we’re going to hurt her,” The largest spider stalked forward, and she found herself taking a few steps back until her back hit Muerte’s chest. “If she is as indestructible as you say she is, then she’ll still be breathing by the time you come back.”

“Unless you’re afraid we’ll cut her cord,” The eldest’s grin grew wider at the sudden tenseness that seemed to radiate the wolf. “Now wouldn’t that be an idea.”

“And you wonder why I don’t want to leave her here with you?” Muerte scoffs, watching as the eldest turned away to cut the recent thread the other two had weaved together. “This’ll be quick anyway, so continue your riddle and we can be on our merry way.”

“Ah, ah—” The eldest waved a leg at him, all of her eyes squinting with amusement. “She stays here with us and you go do your job unless you want us to snitch on Father Time that you’d once again let your emotions get in the way of your purpose.”

Muerte tensed, and she could hear the angered breaths coming from him the more his patience grew thin. It wasn’t long before he began to mutter out strings of curses in Spanish, pacing as he ran his hand down his face, glaring holes into the eldest as if he wanted her to explode.

He turned his gaze to her, and she could only give him a reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine… I promise.”

He knew that she didn’t know that, and she could tell with the way he never let up his stubborn gaze on her that he didn’t believe any of the words that she had said, so with a sigh, she takes one step closer towards him, fully turning her back to the three to reach her hand out to his arm, giving it a squeeze.

“You can do it quickly if you want, but I promise I’ll follow the rules and I’ll keep a safe distance away from them,” she whispers to him, biting down on her bottom lip for a second. “Besides, I’ll only ask them more about the riddle anyway, it’s not like they could find a reason to hurt me because of that.”

Muerte sighed, ducking down to her level and replying in the same hushed tone that she was, “Only ask the important questions, they don’t like to be tested.” His gaze softened, “I’ll be quick, I promise.”

“I know,” she gave a smile, “Now go, I won’t break any more rules than I already have by butting in earlier.”

Muerte cringed at that, “Don’t do that again.”

“Who says we’ll be visiting here again?” She grinned, and he actually found himself chuckling at that, going back to his full height before turning around with one final glare to the sisters. He looks at her goodbye, and before she knew it, the darkness in front of her seemed to swallow him whole, leaving her with the three.

Turning around, she looked up at the web, freezing in shock at the sight that the spiders had stopped with their weaving to size her up.

“Uh… hi?” She gives an awkward wave of a hand, and before she knew it, her body was wrapped in the spider’s silk, a cry pushing past her lips as a cold breeze blew past her, one of the sister’s hauling her up and hanging her cocooned body up by her legs so that she faced them upside down, her blood running cold at the three that surrounded her.

“W-Wait! What are you doing?!” She panics, trying to break free from the silk that wrapped tightly around her body, but she couldn’t break her arms free, widened eyes looking up from where she was dangling to see a singular thread of silk at her feet and stretching up far above the darkness. She didn’t think it was possible to stick a web to nothing, or if there was a wall there somewhere and it was just too far away to see.

One of the sisters pushed her slightly back, her attention going back to the three. She was immediately face to face with Clotho.

“So you’re the immortal that Muerte has been asking about,” Atropos hummed, leaning closer to examine her. With her heart pounding heavily against her chest and the blood flowing down to her head, she hoped she wouldn’t end up throwing up. “I must say… we're glad to finally meet you, I never thought I'd ever see the day, but here we are."

“What?” She looked in shock at the eldest. “What do you mean?”

“Usually when there’s an immortal, they don’t come with invincibility like Muerte had described you to have.”

“Is.. that bad?” She was almost afraid to ask, but she couldn’t pry her eyes away from the three as they circled her.

“No,” Clotho hummed. “But if you think about it, really, no one makes an immortal also indestructible, now do they?”

Lachesis chuckled. “Unless, of course, there’s something important inside of them that needs to be protected.”

She froze, her eyes growing wide as she processed that information. “Wait— what?”

“Isn’t that what you’re here for? Answers?” Atropos grinned, holding a thread up and tugging on it. She let out a gasp, a surge of pain exploding through her chest as she watched the thread turn gold, following the yellow light until she had realized that the thread looped around the entirety of the web. An endless cycle with no end nor beginning.

“I don’t understand,” she traced the golden light of the thread yet again, checking to see if she had simply missed something, that her thread didn’t actually loop around the entirety of the web, and yet no matter how many times she looked, it was always the same. “I don’t—”

“We’re surprised you don’t know,” Lachesis hummed, crouching down and tilting her head up at her to be able to look her in the eye. “I thought Muerte was asking because he normally doesn’t like it when humans have a hold of such power.”

“But you’ve always been immortal, haven’t you?” Lachesis grinned. “Even before you were born.”

“I don’t think you’re making too much sense,” she shut her eyes, unable to keep her focus from being dangled. Atropos sighed, cutting the thread that was holding her up and the cocoon that wrapped around her body, breaking her free from the restraints. She let out a relieved sigh, muttering a small ‘thank you’ to the eldest as she placed her back down to the ground. She stumbled back from the dizziness, raising a hand up to her head.

“The first riddle, do you remember it by word?”

“Yeah,” She huffed. “What you seek has once been sought, and when it has, the lines get crossed. And so it seeks to find where others would not, to keep it safe and it’s magic unfraught.” The words were basically etched into her brain from the amount of times she’s stared into that small piece of paper, muttering it to herself every night.

“What do you think it is?” Atropos tilted her head to the side, and (Y/n) simply gave a glare.

“You think if I knew, I’d be here trying to ask for another riddle?”

At that Lachesis and Atropos scoffed whilst Clotho only let out an amused giggle, the two older sisters glaring at the younger who immediately stopped at their stern stare.

“Our riddle is clear enough,” Atropos grumbled, clearly not liking having to spell it out for her. “I won’t give you another one—”

“—But—” she tried to retort.

“—but, I’ll be generous enough to give you a hint.” Atropos huffed. “It takes some courage to try and get our brother to even agree to let him take you here, and even more to strike up the idea to try and talk to us face to face. " The eldest continued, "But this will still come at a cost."

Now that made the worry in her stomach churn, looking up at them with concern. "Like?"

"You have all the time in the world," Lachesis smirked, her eyes sparkling just a bit too much in excitement. "So we won't cash it in just yet."

Stars, she knew just how much of a bad idea it would be to bargain something that she wouldn't be so sure of the results, but if it would be the only way to get answers, then fine, she'll bite. Besides, how bad could their favor even be?

"Fine," she huffed out after a minute of thinking, already feeling the regret creeping up her spine as their looks of satisfaction only worsened the feeling. "So what's the hint?"

"The riddle isn't about what can kill you," Atropos hummed. "It's about you."

"What?" She couldn't believe what she was hearing, turning to the others for some help.

"What you seek has once been sought, and when it has, the lines get crossed. And so it seeks to find where others would not, to keep it safe and it’s magic unfraught." Clotho repeats the rhyme without missing a beat, and Lachesis continues much to her surprise.

"Keep it in mind, little one: No one makes an immortal indestructible, unless their blood is more than valuable."

Her shoulders tensed, the words echoing in her head until the warmth of a hand finds itself on her shoulder, and she flinches.

Muerte looks down at her with worried eyes, and she reaches out to his hand to give it a reassuring squeeze, the tenseness disappearing as she finds herself safe under his watch.

"We're done here," Atropos waved a leg out, much to Muerte's surprise, widened eyes looking up at the three. "It was nice to get to know you, (Y/n). We'll call you when we need to cash in on our favor."

It felt as if she was being dragged away, the web slowly getting farther and farther away as Muerte's grip on her shoulder tightened. Her eyes snapped open, not even realizing that she had closed them only to find herself back in that clearing where they had been earlier that day, Muerte looking down at her with concerned yet angered eyes, his hand gripping tight at her own.

"What did you do?" He asked, there was anger lingering in his tone, and his grip on her hand tightened. When she looked down, the back of her palm had a singular line down at the middle in a darkish purple ink, and when she went to rub at it, it wouldn't fade away.

A mark that symbolizes the favor, she thought.

"(Y/n)," Muerte's voice pulled her back from her thoughts, and she mumbled a small apology, surprised at the fatigue that coursed through her. "It's alright, the feeling will go away in a few hours." He reassured, she could sense that he was waiting to ask what happened, but she was glad to have had a break from the talking and the constant thinking, just laying in his arms and watching the blades of grass swaying with the wind.

When she gathered herself properly, she sighed, shutting her eyes. "They said something about my blood," she starts, catching Muerte's attention. "Something about it being important or valuable because if that wasn't the case, what would be the point of indestructible skin?"

"Well—" he catches his tongue, his grip on her growing tight just the slightest as the answer finally grows much closer to him, his breath hitching.

"Muerte?" She called out, tilting her head up to look at him, only to find him already looking down at her with a look of disbelief. Her look of confusion shifted into worry.

"I might… have an idea."

#puss in boots #puss in boots death #puss in boots death x reader #puss in boots the last wish #death the wolf #death x reader #muerte x reader #pib:tlw #puss in boots the last wish x reader #fanfic #puss in boots the last wish muerte x reader #puss in boots the last wish death #puss in boots the last wish death x reader

[sleepy-lil-kit-kat]

if you won’t do this that’s totally okay!!! but a lil fic or cg hcs for malifcent from sleeping beauty? or hades from hercules? i’m a big disney villains fan :D have a great day/night! <3

heroes not like hercules

~700 words, not on ao3

disney's hercules, but also a little Greek mythology and some percy jackson influences (unfortunately I can't really tease them Entirely seperate when I write about Hades, but I've done my best to make it mainly disney)

cg!hades, regressor!reader, hero-ascended-to-godhood!reader

i hope you like it!!! it's a lot what I personally like in cgs–someone whos scary but has a soft spot for you, someone who'll badmouth the good guys for how they treated you, but I also wrote a lil of his more jokey aspects :P

requests are open! see my pinned <3

- k!nk/nsfw please dni! this is a sfw age regression post! -

Hades is not always nice. He is a god, tasked with running the underworld, shunned and maligned by the other Olympians–for him to be nice all the time is, relatively unlikely.

But sometimes, he's nice to you. A little godling, barely more powerful than a nymph, would not usually attract the attention of such a man, even as an underworld deity, but you have. Maybe–most likely–it's the fact that you'd ascended to divinity. Most who ascend do not ascend to a role among the dead; that you have done so is unusual, and perhaps a little telling.

His company is nice, when your head fuzzes up at reminders of your mortal life, and your form sort of stutters in the way only spirits' forms can. You don't necessarily talk to him much, when this happens–he's got a full time gig, as he often has to remind the other gods. No, you just curl up at the foot of his throne, a cushion left there just for you, and feel his presence.

His aura is... warm. Warm, and dark, and shadowy, but in the best of ways. Dark in the way of corners to hide in, shadowy in the way of the monsters that hunt the mean people. That feeling alone is enough, more often than not, to soothe you, and when you stay it's usually only because you just don't want to leave.

Once he's done with whatever he'd been doing, sometimes, sometimes, he lifts you up, just like he's doing now, setting you on the arm of his throne, with a "c'mere, kid." You just blink at him, gaze caught by the flames on his head. They dance and crackle and they're so, so, mesmerising, especially when you're as tired and fuzzy-headed as you are.

"What'm I gonna do with you, huh?"

You don't answer. The first few times he'd asked, you'd apologised, which seemed to disappoint him, so you don't do that. But if what he seeks isn't an apology, what does he want?

Hades sighs, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Damn hypocrites, the lot of 'em. Houndin' me for trying Zeus's brat, but it's just peachy when they do it to the mortals?"

You just sort of stare at him, tilting your head, uncomprehending, as fuzzy as you feel. It's... right now it's hard to tell what he's getting at, in all honesty. Yes, he's protective of the deities that reside below the earth with him, but this feels... different.

"Big words for a bitty kid, huh?" he asks, mouth twitching into a smile. "Don't worry 'bout it. Just remember the ones up there're..." he pauses, searching for a word, seemingly rejecting several he comes up with. "Idiots."

Easily, you nod. It's Hades, so he has to be right. It is, at least right now, simple as that.

-

Hades is in a good mood today.

"Heya, kid, what say we go on a... itty bitty eeny weeny walk?"

You look up at him, wide-eyed. Wasn't he busy?

"Managed to con my idiot nephew into helping me out a tad, so I've got the time and, the miracle of a kid that's never annoyed me once."

Tilting you head, you point at yourself, a clear question in your eyes. Surely he can't mean you...?

"Yeah, kid, you. Even my stupid little minions get on my nerves, there's this one time they boight merchandise–well, with Hermes on paperwork, I don't have to worry! Hah! Anyway, point is, you're the one person 'round here who doesn't get a spot on the annoying leaderboards."

It's a good day, you think. Hearing him joke like that is nice, almost as funny as the rare times he goes off on people while you're by his throne, but best of all... he's letting you in on some of his rare free time.

A walk around the Underworld especially sounds nice–you only get to go the places where you're needed, usually, and when your head is fuzzy it's near impossible to muster up the will to go off wandering alone. A smile comes to your face as you think more about it.

"Ahh, there's a grin, there we have it!" He grins back, flames burning brighter. "No mopin', no time on the schedule for that, kid!" Hades holds a hand down, for you to take. "We might have a break, but we don't have all eternity, c'mon."

#sfw agere #lil kit kat content #disney agere #agere fic

[fantastic-nonsense]

Re: your Wonder Woman story ideas. I'm really interested in what you have in mind for a storyline centered around ancient artifacts and their home countries. Because I don't think a lot of greek myth-inspired stories ever really touched on that issue (which is a shame).

Okay so the original set-up I had in mind for this story is basically this: Diana gets a call from Helena Sandsmark saying that the Gateway City Museum has been broken into and one of their priceless artifiacts is missing. Diana promises to find it, and at the end of the issue, she does!

....in a warehouse full to the brim of other stolen and "discretely discovered" (aka, found and not reported) artifacts. Whoops, she's just stumbled over a massive underground antiquities black market operation and now it's probably her duty (as Wonder Woman, as a diplomatic ambassador, and as someone who's worked closely with antiquities and museum people for ages) to make sure everything gets handled properly and repatriated safely.

Cue massive squabbling and ongoing negotiations between Diana (who found everything and has placed the contents of the warehouse under Themiscyran protection), the countries of origin (who want their stuff back), the museums any of the artifacts were stolen from (who say because it was stolen from their museums they should have rights to it regardless of whether or not the countries of origin think the artifact should be theirs to display), private dealers (who want to snap up the artifacts that aren't legally bound for a new home), US museums (who want to temporarily display the stuff in their museums while repatriation negotations happen), and the US government (who says because the artifacts were found on US soil it should be their job to repatriate everything, not Diana/Themiscyra).

Oh yeah....and also the superheroing community and various mythological entities, because of course the black market dealers couldn't leave well enough alone and just grab normal artifiacts. No no, they were also planning on selling a whole bunch of stolen cursed stuff and magical relics and mythical statuary. Including a bunch of stuff of Greek and Amazonian origin, because why wouldn't they be there?

So this sets up a nice solid arc where I could either a) take a series of connected issues to show Diana personally handling and/or returning artifacts to their rightful home (and the trials and tribulations of doing so) or b) every once in awhile when I'd need a break from telling other stories, another artifact's negotiation process is done and she has to go return it. Boom, nice fun breather oneshot or mini-arc.

Some of the repatriation stories would be bog-standard "country of origin and museum in another country are fighting over who gets to have it. Diana mediates" stories. Others would be Diana journeying to return a stolen relic to its rightful owner (kind of like Damian Wayne did during his Year of Blood arc in R:SOB). Either way: it allows for a nice, fun ongoing set of stories that I could return to at literally any time to keep the run going. It would also allow me to bring back a lot of Diana's various civilian supporting casts that we haven't gotten to see in a long time (particularly the museum/antiquities/linguisitics crowd like Helena Sandsmark and Julia Kapatelis, the UN crew that was Diana's embassy delegation, and her DC supporting cast). I think it would be fun.

#diana of themiscyra #diana prince #wonder woman #wonderfam #dc comics #writing ideas #asks #long post

[peggy-sue-reads-a-book]

The Garden of Innocence

Dionysus x Ariadne | Greek Mythology | Teen+

Summary: Theseus is Edward Cullen a real piece of shit.

Illustration panels: (x)

Chapter 4

The truth was, Theseus was an excellent sailor. He was a novice, however, at the slaying of fearsome beasts. He had not expected to survive the labyrinth.

He was seventeen and had gotten lucky. And he loved Athens.

That, and he was the last, obviously, to find the Minotaur. The death blow to a creature with weak eyes and a bruised head. The real monster had been stench of the pit. And the darkness. Then there was the crunch and clatter underfoot. And worse, anything warm.

The thing had charged him. As it did, he skewered it through the eye with a rib snapped from the litter on the floor. It was just enough longer than the monster’s horns. And after it fell, he stabbed it again. He even opened its dead mouth, rammed the splintered rib through the back of its throat and left it there. No longer was he thinking of Athens. He was thinking of his back, and the fear of turning it to run.

That is what happened. That is how the Minotaur died. And after, Theseus followed nothing more substantial than a silk thread to find his way out again. It was an evil place. Even with the monster’s death-rattle behind him, the maze still breathed. When he returned to the light of Knossos, he was sweating and white as with fever.

Ariadne was so beautiful. Overjoyed to see him, never minding his drenched hair and shaking hands. He sunk to his knees, hid his face against her. Clinging to her as a suppliant— this beautiful girl he never expected to see again. What’s more, her things were packed.

He couldn’t just leave her.

The ship seemed so empty. There was not one surviving tribute besides himself. Would he return home a hero? Or merely a guilty survivor? He needed time to think. And the voyage from Crete to the mainland was short. He felt terrible for tricking her. He really did.

But she believed him so easily. Where was the hurt?

Their second night on Naxos, he build her a fire of blue and green. They gazed at stars and she fell asleep with her head in his lap.

He nodded off only a few times, his chin dipping to his chest just before he startled awake again. His legs and lower back cramped from the rigid stillness of that night. He knew he deserved it. There was sand in his ass. He deserved that too.

He would not wake her. The little movement he allowed himself was to touch her curls. It was a pleasure. “You’re so soft,” he whispered, trailing his fingertips along her cheek, down her neck.

The dark ocean was loud, almost menacing. The earliest light turned it purple— like wine. Every groaning tree, even the little frogs that peeped made his neck prickle. Some hero, he thought.

As the sky yellowed, Theseus could not bear it any longer. “Princess,” he said giving her shoulder a squeeze. When she only stirred a little before falling back asleep, he spoke louder. “Ariadne.”

“Hmm?”

She blinked up at him and yawned.

“I need to talk to you.”

The way she looked a him. No longer with guileless fawning, but caution. Like a startled animal when a twig snaps.

She sat up, inching to the very edge of his cloak. For a moment no part of them touched. Then she lay a hand against his thigh.

“Yes?” she said.

He rubbed the back of his neck and gulped. “The wind is right today,” he said, “I could probably reach home by dusk.

Her face brightened. “We’re going to Athens! Oh!” Her hands found both of his.

He looked just past her, at the lonely ship bobbing in the rising tide. He tried to let go of her, but found himself gripping her fingers all the tighter.

“You can’t go with me,” he said at last.

“What?”

His breath shook, “Ariadne, I can’t marry you.”

Tears sprung in her eyes. She jerked her hands out of his. “Well, that’s too bad because you’ve got to now. I’ve been alone with you for days and Minos would kill me before taking me back!”

He looked away, reddening. “I have not taken your honor,” he mumbled.

“As if that matters!” She stood over him, her voice rising to an angry screech.

Something in the pitch of her voice annoyed him. “A priest might still confirm your purity,” he said harshly. There was no cause for her to make a spectacle of herself. He had expected a delicate reaction: weeping, perhaps.

“Theseus, what are you saying? I thought- I thought-“

“I do love you,” he said, “But I can’t bring you into Athens. You might not even be safe.”

“Why not?” she cried.

“Think about it,” he raised his voice, tears now in his own eyes, “Every year since you can remember. Your parents—“ His words were brittle with sudden anger, “Do you realize what they levied from us? A ship full of - of-“

“Of course I do,” she said, “I helped you to kill my own brother.”

“Your brother? How can you call it that?”

The dull eyes. The grinding teeth. Hot breath in the dark.

She held her up to look him sharply in the eye. “We have the same mother. You already killed him. What does it matter if I show him a little dignity?”

“I could ask you the same thing! It eats fourteen children every harvest and you’re concerned with its dignity?”

He was flushed, shaking in his anger. She was frightened.

“He is my brother. You have my loyalty which is all I can give. I cannot change blood and nature and history to your liking.”

Theseus looked very near to striking her. She held rigidly still. She would not flinch from him; she had already given enough.

“It is as I have said.” He frowned deeply, but appeared to have mastered his temper. “You are not a fit bride for Athens.”

“But what about you? I love you.”

“I know,” he softened at last. “But I am not my own person. I came to Knossos ready to die for my city. I will not lose what I have fought for over an imprudent marriage.”

“You sound like a king,” she said.

“I will be a king. And Athens and Crete are still enemies. Can’t you see what will happen?”

She could, but was too offended to relent.

He took her silence for ignorance. “If I take you to Athens, your father’s fleet will be right behind us. His wealth is in gold and ships. If he plunders us, he could afford the mercenary forces necessary to move further into the mainland.”

“And what if he doesn’t?” she answered sharply, “I betrayed him. I’m not worth the ships it would take to recover me.” When he opened his mouth to argue, she cut him off. “I know him better than you do.”

He looked away from her. “Fine. Say he didn’t follow us. It’s still not acceptable. My father will arrange a marriage for me that will credit him. You will not.”

“But you love me.”

“Not enough to lose wars for you.”

She backed away from him, an angry knot in her gut. “You used me.”

“I did not mean to— I didn’t think of it—“

“You should go.”

“Ariadne, you have to forgive me—“

“I don’t have to do anything.” For a moment she seriously considered spitting at his feet.

“I didn’t think I would live — I thought you were the last girl I’d ever see. I shouldn’t have—. Ariadne, I’m sorry. I have wronged you, I am wronging you now, but—“

“Theseus, go.”

He reached for her, but she turned her face away. His last kiss landed awkwardly on her ear. She flinched in annoyance.

“The gods keep you, princess,” he said.

“Take your cloak. I don’t want it.”

She neither replied nor turned away. But she watched him all the way to his boat. Only once the vessel was free of its mooring did he realize she was gone. He had not seen her run. Theseus squared his shoulders, calves straining to push the hull through the sand. He could be home by dusk if he kept focus. A humid wind filled his black sail, and he jumped aboard.

@dionysian-daydream @hycinthrt @withlovefromolympus @kebriones @margaretkart @lefty-scissors @human-still-developing @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @silly-billy-the-bunny @shitfacedalways

#greek mythology #in your paradise #dionysus diety #dionysos #dionysus #dionysus x ariadne #ariadne #angst

[blubushie]

My fucking mate (love u bb) got me hooked on Epic: The Musical because my primary school arse was pretty big on Greek mythology (not in a Percy Jackson way, in a "I literally read the entirety of The Odyssey over the summer break when I was 14" way).

Anyway my favourite song so far is Ruthlessness. Also Just a Man because it strikes home in ways I don't wanna discuss. Also also, Monster. For the same reasons as Just a Man. And Get in the Water. Besides Odysseus, who I heavily sympathise with, my favourite character in the musical is Poseidon (compared to The Odyssey, in which case it's Athena).

I was talking about it in Blucord yesterday even!!

Something also that I hadn't pointed out is that Poseidon actually is angry about what happened to his son, but he's angrier that Odysseus didn't kill Polyphemus but instead dishonoured the son of a god by leaving him forever blinded and dependent on his brothers. If he'd killed Polyphemus, and even better gone to the effort of giving him a burial (which would've shown him proper respect as a worthy opponent) then none of this would've happened.

Also on the same vein as #5, when Poseidon says "If only you'd killed my son," further in the song he says:

And now it is finally time to say goodbye, today you die Unless, of course, you apologise For my son's pain and all his cries

(Which Odysseus doesn't do, by the way--he just gives excuse after excuse. Not once does he actually express regret and apologise. He only attempts to justify his actions to Poseidon, who is not having it.)

When Poseidon says "pain" he doesn't mean the pain Polyphemus felt in the moment of losing his eye, he specifically means the entire life of pain and hardship Polyphemus will now have coupled with him being a burden upon his family--the pain of someone who was denied a good death and honourable burial. When he says "cries," he doesn't mean Polyphemus' cries about the loss of his eye, but specifically Polyphemus' cries to his father Poseidon, asking for him to enact vengeance on his behalf.

In this song it's quite literally Poseidon reminding Odysseus that he is a warrior of Greece, that Greek war is a matter of cunning but also honour, and that this is something that Odysseus has forgotten despite Athena trying to teach him. This is Poseidon telling Odysseus that he is going to teach him a lesson the literal goddess of war failed to teach him about honour in battle. This is Poseidon being very pissed off that he had to come settle petty mortal bullshit because Odysseus was feeling guilty and didn't kill his son so his son came crying to him about it, and furthermore that he heckled him about it from his ship.

So as punishment, Poseidon does the same thing Odysseus did--he scuttles his fleet at sea, he permanently cripples him emotionally and spiritually, dishonoured and denied a warrior's death this time. He leaves him with only 43 men left out of the original 600. Can you imagine how Odysseus felt? He brought 600 men into Troy, brought 600 out--didn't lose a soul in battle--only to lose 6 men to a cyclops, then piss off a god by his own hubris (going against the warnings of the literal god of wisdom) and lose 551 more of his men to a raging sea.

And furthermore, when Odysseus escapes using the bag of winds, Poseidon looms in the distance and watches him leave, choosing not to pursue for now. But he parrots Odysseus' last words to Polyphemus: I am your darkest moment. Remember me.

Polyphemus pleaded of Poseidon that he chase him like a hound across the sea. That Odysseus be cursed to return to Ithaca alone, that he lose all 600 of his men on his journey, and that he return after many years only to find his kingdom in turmoil. And Poseidon complied.

#bluposting #epic: the musical #i don't reckon i need a musical tag considering this is a Rare Occasion #blu tunes #do have the music tag tho! so we're using that

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Do you have any facts about Jupiter's moons?

I have many facts about Jupiters moons. I have many facts per moon. Jupiter has many, many moons. I have so many facts about Juptier's moons that if I listed them all here it would crash tumblr. The facts I know about them are so explosive and amazing that if you heard a tenth of them your brain would literally fucking explode. And you know what? I'm not gonna tell you a single one.

Facts about Jupiter's Moons:

Jupiter’s moon Ganymede is the only moon that has its own moon. It’s just large enough to hold a small 2km meteor in its orbit, and with Jupiter’s help, the meteor seems to be on a stable path. Despite this, the other planets all talk behind Jupiter’s back and won’t let Ganymede near their own moons.

Callisto, the musical moon, is known for its witty lyrics and fun Afro-Caribbean folk beats. It is also made of crabs.

Io is covered in volcanoes. Though these volcanoes are expected to clear up in a few years, they cause Io much anxiety and unpopularity in the Jovian high school scene.

Europa is covered in ice, under which life may exist. This life would theoretically look and act much like Jim Henson's "Muppets" and live on a diet of small bacterial colonies. I know this because fuck you that's why.

Amalthea is named after a nymph from Greek mythology, the only solar object to have the distinction of a mythological name.

Himalia was discovered in 1904 by Sir Edmund Hillary, who was the first man to summit its highest peak, unless you count the thousands of Jovian locals who are not recognized by Earth historians because we suck.

Thebe is what happens when you blow up a firecracker on a meteor and it gets stuck in a big planet's gravity.

Elara is made entirely of hair, hence its nickname, "the hair moon."

Pasiphi- Pasiphea- Pasi- Whatever fuck this moon I'm not typing it.

Carne, the meatiest moon, is delicious in quesadillas.

Metis is shaped like a noodle, specifically rigatoni. It may also be buttered. NASA's next probe will check to see if it's ready to serve by throwing it against a wall.

Lysithea is a student at the Officers Academy who is from the Leicester Alliance and is a member of the Golden Deer. A magic prodigy, her family was targeted by the Adrestian Empire. You can recruit her during the War Phase so long as you chose the Crimson Flower route.

Sinope is the homeworld of filmmaker Christopher Nolan. It was discovered by someone at a place called "The Lick Observatory." Eww.

Ananke was of course the chosen one until it fell behind the dark side of Jupiter. It was supposed to bring balance to Jupiter, not leave it in darkness.

Leda is known for fucking a swan. Not even kidding they named the moon after a lady famous for nailing an overgrown goose and laying eggs. I'm not even referring to mythology this happened in the 1970s.

Adrastea is a popular moon to take over in Solar Quest because if you don't have enough fuel to leave Jupiter's orbit you can charge anyone who lands on it like a gazillion dollars.

Callirrhoe makes me giggle.

Themisto is the only moon around Jupiter not to hang out in a group. It's the 'forever alone' moon. Probably because of its bad body odor due to its distance from Speedstiq, the deodorant moon.

Praxidike has an eccentricity of 0.1840. That means it won't lend out its DVDs but lets them get all scratched anyway.

Kalyke is the only moon in the solar system named after a Superman comics character. Kalyke is an obscure villain who is obsessed with kidnapping Superman and showing him episodes of I Love Lucy.

Iocaste was thought to be a star until 1996 when it finally moved. Juptier's slowest moon, it orbits the planet once every 60,000 years and doesn't even text back, it leaves everyone on 'read' like an asshole.

Taygete is a perfectly round and completely green moon. It's made of pure emerald. It would cost over 50 trillion dollars on Earth, and would crush most cities.

Megaclit is, wait. Megaclit? Are you fucking serious? What do I even joke about with this one? Uh… Megaclit was discovered only recently as none of the cis male astronomers could find it? Whatever, its called MEGACLIT make your own joke this one's a freebie.

Dia is the only moon of Jupiter to have been discovered by day. Sorry this one is weak I'm still laughing at the moon MEGACLIT.

Harpalyke has only been spotted once, and never again, leading astronomers to believe it left Jupiter in an argument over ethics in gaming journalism.

Helike is named for that dragon on the bridge in Dark Souls that fucking kills everyone the first time right when they think they beat the first boss and they were doing well.

Thyone, full name Thyone Power, starred in lots of Zorro movies.

Hermippe is what happens if you lift from your back and not your arms.

Chaldene? Uh… Something about the fire in Howl's Moving Castle maybe? I dunno.

Isonoe- Moon of the Mole People, a people best known for airing on Adult Swim and then never coming out on DVD.

Eirene- Wasn't this moon in Sherlock?

Eukelade is named for a guy who ran around naked because he noticed that metal didn't float. No wait that's Archimedes, he said Eureka and that's not even what this got its name from. Oh wait, I MAKE SHIT UP. Yeah I'm going with it.

Aeode is a good Theatre of Tragedy song.

Autonoe is the term for films made by Gaspar Noe after he went on autopilot and started making boring art crap instead of head smashing flicks.

Ersa, boring. Unfunny. How can that compare to MEGACLIT?

Pandia is about where I began to regret doing a fact for every fucking moon around Jupiter big time.

Carpo is named for a blend of Marx brothers.

Euanthe is the smallest moon ever to star in its own reality show.

S/2017? What they literally ran out of names? They just started naming them after years and crap. Fuck this. There are another 30 moons and they didn't even bother to name half of them, why should I keep going when fucking NASA didn't?

LOL, "megaclit."

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Beautiful Stranger

10: Ready Or Not

Driver! Lando Norris x OC (Lily Barton)

Summer love, strangers to friends to lovers, Greece and Greek mythology references

Words: 2.7k

warnings: Lily's pov, handritten and falshbacks in italics

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a/n: hello guys!! I'm warning you, the next chapter will be the last one of the story! (not including the epilogue, obviously). I hope all of you like this chapter even if for me seems boring, love you all❤️

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She was broken.

The moment she heard the knocks on her front door she knew he was leaving. Leaving forever.

No matter how much pain he gave her, no matter if he lied to her. She fell in love with the person that shared those days with her. She should forgive him, right? Give him a second chance and let him explain.

But how? How can she do that? Why is it so hard to control her emotions? 

Logan, or Lando, whoever he is, lied to her. It's not funny when someone lies to you. But when that person knows everything about you, all your fears and deepest secrets, the trust is gone so quickly.

And that's what happened to her. She trusted him enough to let him sleep on her bed, to let him take showers in her bathroom, to have a bath with her. Enough trust to give herself to him.

And now she's standing in the middle of her apartment, with cushions and blankets on the floor, balls of paper ripped off of her sketchbook with portraits of him. 

"How could you?" she mumbled, looking at the first draw she ever made of him. Those eyes staring back at her, this time with a mocking gaze. "Why…"

She spent that day in her bedroom, under the blankets trying to find some comfort and emotional support. 

But the pictures on her phone weren't helping at all. All the memories coming back while watching them, those weren't helping at all.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed excitedly, walking closer to one of the pillars of the ruins. "We are in Delfos!"

She was looking around, like a kid in a candy store, and he took pictures of her. He took pictures of her smile and how her eyes were bright while looking at all those ruins.

"I only see broken things" he joked, making her slap his arm softly.

"Just imagine it" she said, pointing around. "It just gives me shivers thinking about it"

"You are so cute" he chuckled, kissing her temple. "Come on, take a picture with me"

She sighed, locking her phone and leaving it on the other side of the bed. 

She took a deep breath, feeling how the wave of sobs started again. Her brain was punishing her for trusting someone like him, making her remember all the moments she had with him, all the moments she started to fall harder and harder for him.

Logan was a liar and she loved him. 

Lily tried to love before. To fall in love with her fiance, or even like him. That man was good with her, he didn't deserve to be left alone in that church, without a wife and with all their family laughing at him.

"Liliane, would you like to go out for dinner with me?" Adrian asked her, walking inside her apartment. "Come on, get ready"

"Adrian… I really don't want to go outside" she sighed l, closing her book and leaving it on the coffee table. 

"Then I'll make you something and we'll have dinner here" he nodded. "I saw you have a nice wine around, maybe I can make something and we can open it"

She took a deep breath, looking at the man. How can someone like him accept what his parents did? He's 26 years old and she's 23, how can someone accept something like that just to make their parents happy? What type of parents are them? 

"Alright" she nodded. "What are you going to make?"

"Well… I heard that you love Greece" he said. "And casually one of my coworkers' customer is the owner of one of the most famous Greek restaurants in London"

"The Andromeda?" she gasped. "No way, that's one of my favorite restaurants in London!"

"I know, that's why I asked if I could have the recipe of their most famous dish" he said, showing her the screen of his phone.

"That's… that's awesome, Adrian" she smiled softly, visibly touched by the gesture he had with her. 

"So yeah, continue reading whatever you were reading while I cook our dinner" he nodded.

Adrian was a handsome man, someone that has all the girls of the company behind him. But she wasn't jealous. She didn't see him that way, she couldn't see herself being in love with him even if she tried.

She blames the karma for everything that is happening to her. If only she tried to be how her parents wanted her to be, or accept her destiny and marry a man she couldn't love.. if she didn't abandon her family, none of this would be happening.

She was heartbroken, knowing that she was having an inner fight, wanting to get up from her bed and go talk with him or just ignore him until he leaves the next day.

The first half hour was easy. She only had to close her eyes and take deep breaths, ignore the noise of her surroundings and focus on her heartbeat. 

But again, memories with his face on it came back.

"Lily!" he giggled, getting out of the water of the sea and running towards her.

"Don't you dare! No! Logan!" she exclaimed, knowing that he was going to hug her with his body wet from the water. "Stop it!"

"Come on, let's cool down a little" he chuckled. "You are too hot. And I'm not saying it because you are hot and sexy. If I out an egg on your thigh I bet it would fry"

"You are exaggerating" she laughed, rolling her eyes.

"Come to the water with me, come on" he asked her, kissing her shoulder. "It's really nice"

"I was tanning, Logan" she sighed, sitting on the towel.

"And you can continue that later" he smiled. "Come on, are you the same Lily that the same day you had your ankle bandaged, needed to be in the water and fell to the floor of the bathroom? Or the one that literally dragged me out of my apartment to take you to the beach?"

"Oh, and you loved doing that" she smiled, pecking his lips. "Didn't you?"

"Of course I did" he chuckled. "And I loved every minute of that and what came next"

She felt tears again, making her close her eyes hard and gasp while opening them again and sit on the bed.

She heard that love comes with pain, but never imagined it could be that painful.

She doesn't know when she fell asleep, thinking it wasn't possible after what happened, but the knocks on the front door were the reason she woke up.

She heard him. His voice was sad, it didn't sound the same as the previous days. 

Lily wanted to open the door, to ask him to stay and never leave. But it was for the best, for both of them. She wanted to tell him so many things, ask him so many things… but her body wasn't helping at all, staying still on the door of her bedroom.

She saw the paper slipping through the door, making her breath get stuck in her throat and her heartbeat increase. She was battling her own body to walk towards the door, wanting to see him one last time. But her body wasn't cooperating.

Maybe she has to forget him. Maybe it's a sign her own body is sending her. Her brain and heart were having an argument, her angel and demon were fighting on her shoulders.

"Why would you want to go to him? He lied to you! He deserves your hate and your silence" her mind and demon groaned.

"You love him, Lily. And he just said he loves you. Everyone deserves a second chance" her heart and angel argued back.

"No" she frowned, looking at the paper. She wants to pick it up, to read it. Maybe it has the answers she's been searching for.

"He hurt you, Lily" her demon said. "Burn that thing. Rip it off. He doesn't deserve your pardon"

Her body was working. Her legs were taking her to the door, letting her grab the paper. It was like her body was being controlled by cords, she was a ragdoll.

"Please, Aphrodite" she mumbled.

She believes in love. She always wanted to find someone who loves her no matter what. Someone who would give her everything she needed and deserved. 

And he, Logan, gave her everything.

Ignoring the paper, she opened the door hoping to find him there, waiting for her.

But there was no one waiting. 

"Fuck" she mumbled, looking down and closing the door.

The paper remained untouched and ignored for days. All her answers were there, and still, she didn't want to read them. Every time she walked out of her apartment she stepped on that letter. 

"Kalimera, Lily" Nora smiled weakly at her. "How are you feeling?"

She looked at the woman in front of her, watching her sad smile directed to her. She knows what happened.

"Good" she lied. 

"Lily…"

"No, really. I'm good" she nodded. "I’m really good”

“How many times will you repeat that you are good? Are you doing that to convince yourself?” Nora sighed, placing her hand on her shoulder and squeezing it softly. “You don’t have to lie to me, kid”

“I just…” she sighed, feeling how her shoulders got heavier. “He lied to me, Nora… he made me fall in love and believe his lie from the start. You know me. You know that I don’t like lies…”

“Was it really a harmful lie?” the woman asked, grabbing the chair next to her and sitting on it. “You know why he did that?”

“It doesn’t matter. He lied” she mumbled.

“It does matter. He’s famous. You know how that life is, you know how it is being the daughter of someone that has an important name” she said. “You came here to escape, just like him”

“But that’s not a reason to lie! To tell me that he’s a person he’s clearly not”

“You are being selfish here, Liliane” Nora said, making her flinch when she heard her birth name. “You came to this town escaping from your life, making everyone believe that you are someone you are not. Tell me this, kid. Do you keep that ring you came with? Do you still have the money your parents gave you?”

“Nora…”

“No. This is my time to talk” the old woman interrupted her. “You came to Parga the same day of your wedding. You came to this town with things from your previous life and locked them in a wardrobe. You know you can’t hide from f¡your past forever, Liliane”

“Stop calling me that name…” she mumbled.

“It’s your name. Can’t you see? You came here and did the same thing he did! You changed your name and made everyone believe your lies” she frowned. “That guy loves you. That guy came here all days asking how to make your favorite dishes, which places he should take you. That guy called to check if there weren’t any paparazzi around because he didn’t wanted to expose you two because he knew that sooner or later someone would find him”

“I didn’t ask him to do any of that!”

“Exactly! He did that because he loved you! He loves you! Did you read the letter? Did you read the emails?”

“W-what emails?” she frowned.

“I gave him your email address”

“Nora!”

“Lily, please. I want you to be happy, he made you happy” Nora sighed holding her hands. “Just give him a chance”

Lily sighed, getting up and getting ready to work, trying to get distracted and not look at her phone.

If he sent her emails, why not send her a text? Oh, right… because they never exchanged their numbers.

Summer finished. And then autumn came. 

She read his letter a month later, having to grab it after receiving a package with his name on it. 

The moment she opened the box, his perfume invaded the apartment, knowing that he sprayed it on the clothes inside of it.

She sighed, grabbing the baby blue hoodie and hugging it. It definitely smells like him.

"Idiot" she whispered, breathing the scent of the material. 

A card caught her attention, making her sigh when she recognized his handwriting.

My amazing Lily,

I hope you like this hoodie. I read that the cold in Greece comes late, but I know that you like to wear hoodies no matter the weather outside. 

I hope next time we meet you wear this hoodie. 

I miss you.

I love you.

Yours,

Lando.

She sighed, tracing the handwriting with her fingertips. She remembers how he used to write on her notebooks, trying to copy the words she wrote in Greek.

She imagined how he looked while writing this letter, how he could be biting his lip, how he could shrug his nose.

The day she received the box, she read his letter and emails, making her wonder how he's doing, how is his life without her.

She wanted to answer, write to him and call him. But there was something stopping her. 

What was it? Fear? Maybe… Anger? No. 

Pain. The knife of betrayal was still buried on her chest and everytime she read about him, it slipped deeper and deeper. 

Maybe his life is better without her. Maybe she was only a summer fling for him. Maybe he doesn't need her anymore.

That's what she thought while opening her email app, not finding news about him. 

Maybe… maybe he forgot about her.

He went from writing all weeks to write only once a month. Even if he said that he loves her, she feels alone, not loved anymore.

Maybe she should write to him. Maybe she should ask why he doesn't write to her anymore. 

Maybe, maybe, maybe…

Maybe she deserves this, all the torture and the pain. Because Nora was right: she's a liar too.

What she considered her home was now a torture room, making all the memories of them come back to her. The town she loved was now the stage where ghosts of them danced in synchrony, making her remember that he's no longer with her.

Everytime she walked through that street she could remember the first time he saw him, making her feel goosebumps on the ankle she injured.

Everytime she went to that private beach she could remember all the times they nearly kissed, how he confessed that he was dying to kiss her, searching for orange shells and talking about nothing. Now she looks around trying to find those shells as a way of having him close to her again.

This place holds too many memories of him, of someone that is no longer hers.

Maybe she has to leave and find a new home, a new place, and start from zero. Be herself, Liliane Barton. 

She called him immature. But how wrong was she, when the immature here was herself, living on a lie she created even if she escaped from one. She never wanted to be what her parents asked her to be. She thought that she could be like those women from the tales her babysitter read to her when she was a kid. She thought she could be brave and strong, a fighter everyone could respect.

But to be fair, she's still being a little girl that wants to escape from the real world.

"Mature, you idiot" she groaned looking at herself in the mirror. 

She tried to find somewhere to go. Somewhere to settle down and act like the adult she is. A home, a job… whatever she needed.

"What if he comes back?" Nora asked her with a sad smile, grabbing the keys of the apartment. "What if he's searching you?"

"Will he?" she smiled weakly. "Do you really think he will come? I don't think so… he stopped writing, Nora. Even if I wrote to him once he never replied. I'm the past…"

"Oh, Lily…"

"Liliane" she corrected her. "I learned my lesson. No more lies"

"I'm proud of you, little girl" she smiled, hugging her. "But… I'm sure he will come"

"Then if he does that you know what to do" she whispered, hugging the woman that was like a mother to her one last time, pulling away and grabbing her suitcase.

When she came for the first time to that town, dressed with a summer dress and her hair styled as a bride, she was a scared girl.

But now, dressed with a red hoodie and the name of the eSports team of someone she still loves on it, she feels free.

This time she's free.

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The Temptation of the Immortals (9)

Warnings: cursing, canon typical violence for the Percy Jackson series, spoilers for the Percy Jackson series, nightmares, the gods being absent parents, references to Greek Mythology, mentions of starvation and trauma.

“I brought you some food from the Dining Hall.”  Pollux murmured once he had closed the door of cabin twelve.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Starving yourself will not change Father’s mind,” your half-brother chided.

You huffed and stared at the wall next to you.  It was a dark, earthy brown which made sense because it, like the other walls in the cabin, nourished the vines that sat on the roof of the cabin.  “He shouldn’t have told Mr. Kneef to make those comments about Castor.  You know he doesn’t blame you for his death and neither do I.”

You remained silent and Pollux continued talking, “I’m not saying what he did is right.  He had to watch you journey to the Ancient Lands from Olympus and then when he was permitted to intervene as Bacchus, it was too late into your journey for him to do anything substantial to divert Gaea’s focus.”

“Wouldn’t that have proved to him that I can handle myself?” You erupted, flipping over on the bed to stare at Pollux.  “And that I can protect those around me from harm?!”

“He knows that you can handle yourself.  He regrets that you had to in the first place.”

“I hate it that you’re right.”  You glowered as your stomach rumbled.

Pollux snorted, “It’s so rare.  I wouldn’t worry about it happening too frequently.”  He placed the tray on an empty bed and stood up, “In case you’re wondering, there will be approximately a five-minute delay between the harpies switching shifts instantly following you finishing all the food on that tray.  If you wanted to go to, say Manhattan, I’ve heard through the grapevine that Sally Jackson is looking for a translator to adapt her books into Greek.”

You stared at him open mouthed, “I always say that children are like plants.  They need room to grow.  Enjoy your meal.”

With that Pollux left the cabin and you were left facing a choice.  If you stayed here, Dionysus’ hold on you would only grow and a bitter taste rising in your mouth as you realised that you would become exactly like Annabeth had been before Percy arrived at camp.  If you left, you ran the risk of antagonising a god whose moods were as changeable as the Lord of the Seas.  There would be no chance of you reconnecting with Alexander and your heart lurched at the realisation that he would be alone in a world older demigods struggled to navigate.  But if you crept out of camp now and translated those books into Greek, maybe you could do something productive and worthwhile with your life.

The food was nice as always yet the taste of it barely registered with you because of your eagerness to leave the prison that you found yourself in.  The tray was cleared in a matter of minutes and although you hadn’t snuck out of camp in a long time, you were able to remember exactly where you needed to move so that the shadows concealed you from prying eyes.  Before you knew it, you had drawn level with Thalia’s tree, and without hesitation, you plunged through the border that protected the demigods from the dangers of the mortal and immortal worlds.

“Manhattan, here I come.”

#my writing #my fics #percy jackson x the good fight #female reader #dionysus #pollux #bryan kneef x reader #the temptation of the immortals

[certifiedplayerhater]

3/54: EPIC the Musical

disclaimer: i know nothing of Greek mythology or music, but i have strong opinions.

i caught up to EPIC and have some thoughts:

overall, the musical was a lot of fun! i throughly enjoyed the experience listening to it and thought the music direction and production was its strongest point. i think that’s what makes this a strong musical as opposed to a stage production—it is very bold in its direction and executes the vision quite well! while listening you can tell that this was what the creator was envisioning for each track which is quite exciting.

this is at the expense of the subtlety of the story. the lyrics were basic but at times the callbacks were clumsily done and a little hamfisted. this is also in addition to the show-off effect that happens in a lot of amateur musical productions — where the actors are all so talented and they really want to convince the audience of that. it broke me out of the musical when you’d have the tension be broken by an impromptu vocal showcase that didn’t really feel deserved. (Survive’s “push forward” line, Athena’s final verse in My Goodbye, and the “you’re alone” line are the best examples of this)

the Troy saga is shockingly underwhelming in the context of the rest of the musical? like it’s a good set up to everything and Odysseus as a character but it seems so tame compared to the direction of the later sagas. i think the opening line is probably the most important line in a musical, and i understand what it does for Odysseus but the story itself still leaves something to be desired. i think if just a man had stronger elements in the initial story then it would have felt more deserved, because it was just kinda like Odysseus and the boys are here.

however! Odysseus’ character development moments are pretty strong. it’s a little frustrating because the callbacks later on are a little clumsily done (especially the Just A Man callback, it was set up so well but kind of fell flat), but overall the delivery of these moments are pretty solid.

the Cyclops saga is where the story picks up quite a bit and it’s consistently very high? like there’s not nearly as many tender moments as there are in Troy, but it makes sense because this is the start of his journey! I think the dynamic between Athena and Odysseus was very strong (much stronger than his and Polite’s). the tension between Odysseus’ humanity and Athena’s teachings were very palpable throughout the entire remaining sagas, even when she abandoned him.

this saga was when you really start to hear them using production for their advantage. yes the cyclops sounded like a vocal effect, but it was such an interesting take on a monster. i haven’t heard this more electronic approach to monsters before and tbh i think it would’ve been interesting to incorporate some kind of trap or edm elements to break from the established motifs in the story, especially because you have this triumphant moment for Odysseus on top of an electric guitar. it’s not a necessity, but if the creators want to explore more of these unconventional music styles i think they’d do it pretty well!

by the Storm saga you can kind of tell the pattern of each four part story. Storm was a brilliant beginning to the saga, which is why i found the Horse and the Infant to be underwhelming in comparison. i also really enjoyed the use of setting in this song? like setting was always very strong, but the chanting of the crew mates really added to this almost sea-shanty effect. it was also a great transition from the string-heavy section from the Cyclops to the electronic rock feel of the Ocean saga.

overall, for how long it is, it’s pretty good! obviously i would like for it to be longer, especially drawing out some of the key confrontations a bit more (like Poseidon only having one song felt criminal, especially since it is so strong) but i understand producing something this big is taxing in itself so what can you do. that being said, Poseidon stole the show completely. i found the casting for the gods to be the most compelling, like they have the biggest moments and characters so it makes sense that their songs are the most intense and stick with you the most. i only wished that this intensity carried with the human characters, who tended to rely on the melodies to carry them through the songs as opposed to the other way around.

it’s stronger in its parts than as a whole because it can feel so formulaic at moments. the transitions between the sagas were choppy, like while recording the last song they were like “oh yeah we have another saga to do”. i understand it’s hard to make something complete as a body and it’s parts, but listening to them all back to back reveals how disjointed the sagas feel most of the time. like thematically yes Odysseus has grown, but musically it’s just not quite there (for example, finishing Cyclops with the drum-heavy choral singing of Athena and her delicate leitmotif when Odysseus JUST had an electronic rock moment in Remember Them that ties much cleaner into Storm — maybe if there was some build up to Odysseus’ defiance and new character development in the end it would have been stronger? especially since the last time we heard from him he was just yelling you’re alone)

im excited for the next saga! its Circe so i don’t think we’ll deviate from the strings, but maybe it’ll have a bit more edge to it? i was imagining some interesting uses of the harp but idk.

depending on my opinions i might edit this to include Circe or just make a new post.

#epic the musical #epic the ocean saga #epic the troy saga #epic the cyclops saga #album review challenge #album review

[beauty-and-passion]

If you were to describe the Sides as gods or heroes in Greek/Roman mythology, who would be who?

HELL YEAH, my boy, that's my jam! I literally grew up with this stuff, thanks to my dad who read me stories about Greek myths when I was a child. So yes, I will be more than happy to reply to your simple ask, with a stupidly long post :D

A premise: I couldn't choose between gods and heroes, so I picked one god AND one hero for each Side. And I chose both males and females, because some females were just *chef's kiss* and I had to pick them.

Also, I tried to not make the most obvious choices, like Apollo for Roman or Dionysus for Remus. And no, I didn't pick Janus Bifrons for Janus because he is clearly inspired by that god, so where would be the fun in choosing someone this obvious?

Of course, you may not agree with my choices: in this case, please feel free to share your ideas and try to change my mind. I would be more than happy to know what you think!

A tiny little warning: if you ever read one single myth, you know there's everything inside it. Personally, I don't think there's nothing you should be scared of - on the contrary, this stuff is part of humanity's culture and it should be known by everyone. But hey, we live in a free world and if you're easily impressed, read at your own risk.

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Patton

Hero: Orpheus

Brief recap: Orpheus was a legendary musician, well known for his ability to charm all living/non-living things with his music. One tragic day, his beloved wife Eurydice was bitten by a snake and died, leaving him alone. He was so devastated by her death, he decided to travel to the underworld, in a desperate attempt to bring her back.

His mournful music softened the hearts of Hades and Persephone, gods of the underworld. So, they allowed Eurydice to come back among the living, but on one condition: Orpheus should walk in front of her and never look back, until they both had reached the living world. Orpheus accepted, took Eurydice’s hand and they started to walk their way back.

But once they got closer to the exit, Orpheus turned. The reason varies depending on the versions, but the one I grew up with was that Orpheus was so eager to finally see her, to turn back right after he was outside, forgetting she was still in the dark. And so, Eurydice disappeared again, this time forever.

Why is this hero perfect for Patton? I can explain it with just one word: love. Orpheus' story is a demonstration of the sheer, absolute power of love. Love is something so strong to push Orpheus, a mortal man, where no other mortal was supposed to go. He loved his wife so much, to not fear anything, not even death.

And when he turned back, he proved once more how deep and strong his love was.

But how? Wasn't that a bad choice? If he waited, he could've had his wife back, right?

Well, no. Because death is inevitable and no matter what happened, Eurydice would never come back to life.

You shouldn't look at this story with a realistic approach, but with a metaphorical one. The point wasn't that dead people can come back to life, but to show how strong love can be.

I am pretty sure you have ever loved someone or something in your life, no matter if it's a lover or a very close friend. And I am pretty sure that, if you can't spend your time with them, you won't just forget them and do whatever else: on the contrary, you would probably think about them a lot and wait for the moment you will be together again.

And once that moment finally comes, when you can finally see them… would you ignore them and not give them a single glance? Or would you look around, searching for them, happy and eager to see them once more?

If Orpheus never turned back, he would've demonstrated he never loved his wife. He was so bored and uninterested, to not even care to look at her. But he turned and did what every other person in love does: looks for his beloved.

This is why I think he works so well for Patton. Patton overflows with love for his family. Everything he does is out of love - even when he makes a mistake. And, since Patton is the embodiment of "most of Thomas' emotions", I am very sure he understands Orpheus' grief too. He is probably the only Side who would look at Orpheus, understand everything he does and know that he would do the exact same thing, if he were in his place.

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God: Demeter

Demeter is the daughter of Cronus (god of time) and Rhea (titaness daughter of the earth goddess Gaia and the sky god Uranus), so she is Zeus’ sister and one of the twelve Olympians - aka one of the most important deities of the Greek pantheon.

I specifically chose Demeter for two reasons: she presides over the sacred law, i.e. all the ethical and moral codes taught by religious traditions (and Patton is the embodiment of these same codes). And she is mostly known as the goddess of harvest and agriculture.

You may think "what does this have to do with Patton?". First of all, being the goddess of agriculture means giving nourishment to everything - and that implies a connection with fertility. Patton is a father and fathers are, by definition, fertile.

But being able to nourish every living being also means controlling the whole cycle of life and death. And that's a huge power to handle. I would like to remind you that, when Demeter's daughter Persephone was abducted by Hades, Demeter was so desperate she stopped doing her job and that led to the death of every. Single. Living. Thing. Zeus himself had to intervene, otherwise they would have faced the extinction of all life on earth.

Sure, Patton cannot wipe out all life from the planet, but he has the potential to end Thomas' existence - which is, in comparison, the same thing. And, just like Demeter, when he shows how dangerous his power can be, he doesn't do it out of malice, but of desperation.

Speaking of Patton's huge potential, this is why I also associate him with Cronus in my fanfictions. However, I like to think that Cronus is what Patton would have become, if he was not who he is.

Both Patton and Cronus embody the authority, especially represented as the fatherly figure - which has always been considered the ruler of the household and the one who held the power over his offspring.

Cronus in particular represents the tyrannical, all powerful authority that, in order to keep everyone under its control, is ready to devour his children - aka, to bend everyone to its will. In a way, he can be considered a representation of the Superego as well.

Patton is the same. He also represents the Superego - heck, he's the embodiment of Thomas' Morality. He is his "sense of right and wrong" which Thomas learned from his parents, of course Patton is strongly associated with the father figure, the authority and the Superego.

And yes, he fully has the potential to become like Cronus. He's powerful enough to become a tyrant and to (figuratively) devour his own children to keep his power. He could do it, we saw how deeply rooted his influence is in Thomas' mind.

But he will never be like Cronus and it's all because of one tiny, little difference: Patton is connected to emotions, while Cronus is not. Patton has the potential to be a ruler and a tyrant, but his essence is much, much kinder: Patton is full of love, he adores his kiddos and would never do anything to purposely harm them. Hence why he is more like a giver of life, rather than an overwhelming tyrant.

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Roman

Hero: Heracles

If this name sounds familiar, it's because the Roman equivalent is Hercules. You probably heard it somewhere :P

But, well, what Disney told us was a very, very short story of all the stuff Hercules did.

The thing is: Heracles is the most famous, beloved hero of Greek mythology. And, since he was so loved, he was everywhere. Argonauts? One of them. Perseus’ story? A brief appearance. Prometheus' story? He's here too. Alcestis’ tragedy? Here he comes, saving the day. The 12 Labours are just his most famous adventure, but if I have to talk about all the stuff he did, this post would be endless.

What I can tell you, is that Heracles fought a lot of beasts, defeated a lot of people and was a beloved hero with a kind heart. But he was also a tragic hero too: his first marriage ended with him killing his wife and children because of a fit of madness, induced by Hera. When Heracles came back to his senses, he realized what he did and visited the Oracle to find a way to  expiate his crime. The Oracle told him he had to serve his enemy, King Eurystheus. And this is the guy who gave him the Twelve Labours.

This is why this hero is so used and so loved. He's strong, sure: he's the perfect representation of bravery and strength. And he has a kind heart, because he always fights for a reason, not for bloodlust.

But he's also a hero who fails and does wrong. He's not perfect, despite his demigod nature. And when he fails, he repents and works even harder to expiate. A bit like a certain Side who is a hard worker and always tries to do his best.

So... well, it may sound clichè that Roman gets the quintessential of the hero, but Heracles is more than just "slaying monsters and being cool". He is divine, but human too. He is strong, yet humble. And he is a hard worker, who doesn't backs down when it's time to help.

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God: Aphrodite

I didn’t want to pick the most beloved Greek god for Roman, but I HAD to pick the most beloved goddess.

Aphrodite is the goddess of love, beauty, pleasure, passion, sexuality and two of them are Roman's canonical roles. She was also associated with fertility, procreation and sex and the intercourse was the most physical representation of her power: the union (no matter if marital or not) was something ancestral, born from that need humans have that pushes them together.

This reminds me a lot of creativity. Creativity is also an ancestral human need (we started to show creativity since we lived in caves), it's something able to bring people closer (at least emotionally), it's strongly connected with beauty in all its shapes and forms.

And it always stems from love. No matter what kind of creativity is, love is always one of its main components. It could be love for you, your family, your lover, your friends, your world, your job, it doesn't matter. Love is always present.

I think this is also what made Aphrodite such an irresistible goddess: not just humans were attracted by her, but even gods. And it makes sense, because love and beauty ARE irresistible, humans ARE intrinsically attracted by beauty (yet alone such human gods as the Greek ones) and, despite talking about love for centuries, we never get tired of exploring it.

So it just makes sense that the Side who embodies such a loved aspect of the human condition as its creativity, is also the embodiment of passions and beauty.

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Logan

Hero: Psyche

Brief recap of her story: Psyche was a mortal girl, so beautiful that people considered her even more beautiful than Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty herself. Of course Aphrodite did not like that, so she decided she would get her revenge, by making Psyche fall in love with the most hideous, horrible man.

Eros reached the girl to do what his mother asked, but as soon as he saw Psyche, he was so captivated by her beauty that he hurt himself with one of his arrows and fell in love with her.

In the meantime, since Psyche could not find a husband, her parents consulted the Oracle, who told them she would marry a terrible beast and to leave her on a cliff, where her husband would take her away.

Saddened by these words, her parents complied and Psyche was left to meet her destiny. Here she was abducted by the god wind Zephyrus, who left her in a beautiful, empty palace.

During the night, Eros finally met her and, in utter darkness, they loved each other. He told Psyche she was free to do whatever she wanted, but there were only two things she could never do: ask his name or look at his face.

Psyche complied and, from that day, she spent every single day alone in her palace and every single night with her mysterious husband.

Things were fine, until her sisters visited her. They were so jealous of her beautiful, luxurious life, they convinced Psyche she had to see who her husband really was and if he really was a monster, then she had to kill him.

One night, after Eros fell asleep next to her, Psyche carefully lit an oil lamp, grabbed a knife and let the light shine on his face. And she realized her husband was not a hideous monster, but the beautiful god of love.

Eros woke up, shocked and scared by Psyche's betrayal, and flew away, leaving her alone. Full of regret, Psyche pleaded with Aphrodite, asking for her help.

Since the greek gods don't hold grudges nope nope, Aphrodite tested Psyche with impossible trials and ended up killing her. But Eros saved his beloved wife, took her to Olympus and she became a goddess herself. And they had a daughter: Hedone (Voluptas, in her Roman variant), the goddess of sensual pleasure, enjoyment and delight.

But now you may ask: what does Psyche have to do with Logan? Well, in order to reply to this question, we should look at the deep meaning of this story.

Eros represents all the human instincts and desires, the most irrational part of ourselves. On the other hand, Psyche represents our minds, our logic, the most rational part of ourselves. Even today, the word psyche is related to the mind and the conscious.

Hence why the story of Eros and Psyche is nothing but the journey of the rational that accepts and embraces the irrational. By going through the different trials, Psyche/the rational accepts Eros/the irrational as part of herself, someone she cannot live without, someone to die for.

This is the same journey Logan should take. Just like Psyche, he is a fully rational figure, who ignores (and even suffocates) the irrational surrounding him. Just like Psyche, Logan should also face the less logical parts of himself, accept them and finally embrace them as something fundamental.

And maybe, thanks to this union between rational and irrational, he will also have his own kind of “hedone”: not much like a physical pleasure, but rather a mental peace and spiritual satisfaction.

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God: Athena

I mean... come on. How could I not choose Athena? She’s the literal goddess of wisdom!

But she's not just that. She is also the goddess of arts, handicraft and industry. And this fits Logan even more because, as I said several times, logic always plays a role in the creative process. Hence why it makes sense he's connected with arts and industry.

In addition to that, Athena is also a warrior goddess. In particular, she represents the most “intellectual” side of war - military strategy, heroism, justice, skills and so on.

Again, this works for Logan too. Logan isn't a frail Side, but a tough one, who is never too afraid to hit back when someone tries to insult him.

Thinking about that, this connection with war could also work as a possible connection with Orange. Why? Well, if Orange is Wrath, then he would probably be associated with Ares. And if Athena represents the rational part of war, Ares is the irrational, bloodthirsty part of it.

So, just like Athena and Ares are two aspects of war, Logan and Orange could be two aspects of reasoning: the extremely logical one and the furiously emotional one.

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Virgil

Hero: Prometheus

Prometheus is a complicated hero and that's why I chose him for Virgil.

First of all, he's a Titan, so he's already different from all other heroes who are mostly demi gods or mortals. Despite that, he's very close to humanity - he is even considered the creator of mankind.

Prometheus is universally famous for one single act: he stole the fire from the gods and gave it to humanity. Because of that, Zeus punished him, by bounding Prometheus on a rock, where an eagle would eat his liver during the day. During the night, the liver would grow back, only to be eaten again the day after in an ongoing cycle.

This story made Prometheus a symbol in the western culture. Over the centuries, he has been seen as a rebellious figure who defies authorities, a lone genius who wants to improve human existence no matter the consequences, a spirit of knowledge free from the chains of ideology. It's no surprising humanity loves Prometheus this much.

And if you want a reason too, just think of the colossal importance of fire in humanity's development. Fire gave protection to our ancestors and became a source of heat for the first men.

But, even more importantly, fire allowed them to cook their meat. This is what made us evolve: cooked meat was more nutritious, helped our brains develop more, made us smarter. We wouldn't be the most dominant species of this planet, if it wasn't for the fire.

And this myth emphasizes how important fire is. It has divine traits, because it was something for gods only. And it is immensely precious, because Prometheus suffered a terrible punishment for stealing it. Even without knowing how important fire is for our development, the myth alone makes us think that, wow, fire really is important.

In my opinion, everything about Prometheus and his story just screams "Virgil". Prometheus is a hero among the humans, but a traitor among gods: Virgil is a good boy, but he has been seen as a bad guy too. Prometheus gave humanity a powerful and terrible gift: Virgil's anxiety can both be extremely useful and immensely dangerous. And just like Prometheus was punished, every time Virgil overused anxiety he was mistreated by Thomas and the others.

But let's not forget that Prometheus was a rebellious figure too: he literally fought the authority to get something. And, by his own admission, Virgil "fights The Man", so he is a rebel.

Last but not least, Prometheus is a tragic figure: he did something precious and fundamental to mankind, yet he was punished for it and his punishment would go on forever. Virgil loves Thomas, cares about him and his anxiety will always be that alarm clock Thomas needs... yet, he will also suffer from the counter effects of anxiety, forever.

However, Prometheus' story doesn't end here. After centuries of suffering, Eracles broke Prometheus' chains and freed him. Do you remember which Side gave Virgil the final push towards full acceptance?

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God: Hephaestus

Hephaestus is not a typical god either.

When his mother Hera noticed he was limping, she threw him off a cliff. Despite that, Hephaestus survived, was raised by the Nereids and even learned how to keep a fire lit underwater. Over the years, he became a skilled craftsman and, according to the oldest version of his story, he got revenge from his mother when he came back to Olympus, only to leave again because fuck those gods.

In case it wasn't clear, Hephaestus is very cool.

Hephaestus is also considered a grumpy god and what a surprise, who would've imagined it. His own mother treated him like shit, no wonder he's so grumpy.

Despite that, he is married and not with a random goddess, but with Aphrodite herself. But hey, Aphrodite is still Aphrodite, so she had an affair with billions of other people.

In case it wasn't clear, fidelity wasn't so important among gods.

Why is this god perfect for Virgil? First of all, because Virgil is grumpy too. His second name is "grumpy". Virgil Grumpy Sanders. That's him.

Then, it's because Hephaestus is an incredible artist. He's the god of fire, but also of metalworking, blacksmiths and even of sculpture. Hephaestus made the most beautiful jewels and the most powerful weapons. Virgil is canonically a poet, so he creates something beautiful already. But he also has a part in Thomas' creative expressions, as Roman explained in AA-part 2:

[Roman]: Anxiety, you're... ...what pushes Thomas to rehearse and rehearse before performances. You are that nervousness that he feels right before going on stage, but just as he does so... you ease up, and... you let his excitement and passion for performance take over.

But there's another reason why Hephaestus is good for Virgil and it's because of its Roman equivalent, the god Vulcan. Hephaestus uses fire as a creative force and he's an artist, but Vulcan was a much more terrible god: his own name is related to volcanoes and, just like the volcanoes, he has strong, destructive powers. He was literally described as a "daemon of fire coming up from the earth".

This encompasses so well the dualism of Virgil's anxiety. He can use his power to make something beautiful, to protect Thomas, to make him stronger and braver. But his power can also be destructive for Thomas' mind and dangerous for his life. It all depends on how he uses it.

(On an unrelated topic: I like how different volcanoes' fire is seen in both ancient Greece and Rome, it makes me think about the different volcanic activity in both countries.

Greece doesn't have a lot of active volcanoes. Some were active in the past, but they were on very small islands, far away from the mainland. And sure, there were some destructive eruptions, but in very ancient times (like the Minoan eruption, which devastated Santorini's island). It makes sense that Greeks saw volcanoes as a power coming from the water - or related to water anyway.

On the other hand, Italy still has a lot of active volcanoes, both on the mainland (Vesuvius) and on one of the two biggest islands (Etna). And Vesuvius is especially known for the destructive eruption that destroyed Pompeii. So I can understand why they saw fire and volcanoes as "a daemon coming from the ground".)

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Janus

Hero: Odysseus

The reason why I chose Odysseus is very simple: he is known for being a cunning, deceitful hero. He has been referred to by both Greeks and Romans as "deceitful Odysseus" and he always made his way by lying and deceiving everyone.

For example: he didn't want to take part in the Trojan war, so he pretended to be insane. He wanted to save himself and his men from Polyphemus, so he lied about who he was, made the cyclop drunk and stabbed him in the eye. He wanted to take back his throne, so he dressed up as a beggar and slayed all of his wife's suitors.

Well, yes, he also kills a lot of people. But all heroes do, so nothing out of the ordinary. What makes him stand out so much is his intelligence. Odysseus was a liar, but he was a clever one. And his lies helped his people: he was the one who thought about the Trojan horse, after all.

But Odysseus also has the shittiest luck ever. He didn't want to take part in the war, but one of the Greeks unmasked his pretended insanity and he had to go anyway. After ten years of war, all he wanted was to come back home, but his men angered Poseidon - and it’s not a great idea to anger the god of the sea, when you’re coming back home by sailing in the sea. He finally comes back home but the Suitors are trying to take his throne and his wife.

Doesn't that remind you of something? Like, idk, a certain snake boy, who just wanted to be listened to once, but ended up making a mess between the Sides, faced Patton's breakdown and gave the push for Roman's breakdown. Just like Odysseus, he's a clever liar who just wants to live in peace, but ends up dealing with a lot of shit.

What a goddamn mood.

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 God: Moirai

The Moirai are not a simple god.

First of all, the Moirai are three gods, not one. And they are the incarnation of destiny. Wikipedia perfectly sums up their role as follows:

“The role of the Moirai was to ensure that every being, mortal and divine, lived out their destiny as it was assigned to them by the laws of the universe. For mortals, this destiny spanned their entire lives, and was represented as a thread spun from a spindle.”

And so, we have the three Moirai: Clotho, “the spinner”, who spun the thread of life. Lachesis, “the allotter”, who measured the thread of life. And Atropos, “the inexorable”, who cut the thread of life and, by doing that, decided how each person should die.

Because of their role and their importance, Moirai were considered even above the gods: they were enforcers of fate and fate was something inescapable in Greek myths, a blind and mysterious force nothing and no one can resist - not even gods. Hence why the gods feared Moirai. 

This reminds me a lot of Janus. Despite being one of the Sides, Janus has powers over them. He can be considered an harbinger of change and change is something as equally powerful and inescapable as fate was for Greeks: you cannot escape change, no matter who you are.

Just like Moirai, Janus can also foresee things. Moirai usually appeared after a child's birth, to determine the course of its life and/or prophesize something that would happen to them: since Janus appeared, he brought changes and foreshadowings of what would come next.

Last but not least, Moirai are extremely mysterious. And isn't the snake boy a walking mystery too?

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Remus

Hero: Medea

Medea is a wonderfully complex character for the time and the protagonist of one of the most famous Greek tragedies.

First of all, she was a sorceress and a very clever woman. Thanks to her mind and her magic, she was a great help for Jason in his search for the Golden Fleece and, once he finished his quest, the two got married.

Medea and Jason had two children and lived a happy life. But after ten years of marriage, Jason decided to abandon Medea and marry Glauce, king Creon's daughter.

Medea was shocked: she tried to talk to Jason and reminded him how much she helped him in his quest. She pleaded with him, because she knew that, after the marriage, she would be banished from Corinth along with her children.

But Jason apparently hit his head and changed from a hero to a dick and, since he is now in full "dick mode", he doesn't give a damn.

Livid with rage, Medea says everything is fine, Jason could marry Glauce and she will not get in his way. Jason knows nothing about women and believes her.

In the meantime, Medea plans her revenge: she sends a beautiful dress and crown to Glauce as a wedding gift, both covered with poison. As soon as Glauce touches them, she dies in great anguish - and when the father tries to help her, he dies as well.

But Medea is not satisfied yet: in order to be sure Jason will never have a living bloodline, she murders their children and then leaves, to marry another king.

Moral of the story: when a woman suddenly agrees with your stupid plan, it's not because you are clever, but because she wants to fuck you. And not in a good way.

Jokes aside, there is a lot inside this woman and this is what makes her so intriguing. She's a terrible murderer, who suffocated her own maternal instinct and did the most terrible thing ever: killing her own children. She's mad and insane. But she's also a rejected wife, who seeks revenge because she passionately loves her husband.

For all these reasons, you can see why Medea doesn't fit with the general vision of women of the time: too clever, too skilled, too manipulative, too violent, in a time period in which women were submissive, maternal figures.

This is why I think she's so perfect for Remus. Remus doesn't fit either, Remus is too clever, too skilled and too violent. Remus is wonderfully useful when he wants to be. Remus is incredibly dangerous when he wants to be. Remus is as much prey to his instincts as Medea was.

And let's not forget he's a rejected figure too. Just like Medea has been rejected by her husband, Remus is the "unloved brother from Genesis". And this adds another layer to his insanity: we can understand why he's so eager to get everyone's attention, we can emphasize with him. Just like we can emphasize with Medea, despite her murderous acts.

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God: Eros

If you think Eros is not perfect for Remus, please allow me to change your mind.

First of all, Eros isn't a cute little baby with wings, surrounded by hearts, all cutesy and nice. That's the diluted version of Eros, developed through the centuries.

According to the greek myth, Eros is the god of lust and sexual desire. In some versions, Eros is one of the four original primeval forces born at the beginning of time. In others he's the son of Aphrodite and Ares. In others he's a "daimon", namely a creature between divinity and mortality. In Psyche's story, he's described as "a beast even the gods fear". "Cute" is not the first word we would use to describe him.

Then we should focus on what his name means. While the English language uses one term only to talk about the vastness of the concept of love, Greeks had much more diversification.

In particular, there were three main ideas of love: agape, philos and eros.

Agape is the "perfect love": it's unconditional, total and spiritual. Agape has been identified over the centuries with God's love for his creation - an universal love which elevates man.

Philos is the "fraternal love": it doesn't exist just between brothers or biological families, but it's a sense of kinship and deep sharing with someone else who is important for your life. It's a deep, sincere friendship, made of complicity and common aims.

Eros is the "erotic love": It's that kind of attraction that pushes humans both physically and sexually and has the potential to evolve into real love. It's attracted by beauty and looks for satisfaction of its desires. It's something so strong to inspire courage, valor, great deeds and even vanquishing man's natural fear of death.

This is what Eros represents. No wonder he's so incredibly powerful and scary enough to be feared by gods. According to the Greek myth, no one could escape his arrows: not humans, not beasts, not even gods. If Eros' arrows hit you, you are overwhelmed with desire and longing and you cannot stop it, until your need is satiated. Not even Eros was able to resist his own arrows, when he fell in love with Psyche.

I really like this, because it gives a bigger, more complex vision of what love actually is. It's not just butterflies in the stomach or cute blushing or being happy: it's something equally wonderful and terrible, something that makes you feel the best and mortally ill at the same time. It turns everything beautiful and clouds the mind at the same time. It's a "divine curse" and it makes sense such power is represented by a frightening god.

This is perfect for Remus. Remus, who is both useful and terrible, who embodies sexual needs down to their most instinctual parts. Remus, who is unstoppable and impossible to contain, just like Eros' arrows. Remus, who is made of instincts and passions, sometimes as violent as the erotic ones.

Remus is Eros in its Greek, raw version and I adore him.

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