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Silence of the Scorpio jpeg (did not realize until I was doing the lineart and adding the butterflies in)

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I'M CACKLING SO HARD AHAAH

[Preparing for MC's surprise birthday party]

Ichthys: Scorpy, move your long legs

Scorpio: no one asked to come sit next to me, pathetic fish

Teorus, whispering: guys, shut up! I hear her coming!

Leon: tch, what a waste of my time.

Dui: guys, she's opening the door!

Scorpio: oh, really? Couldn't hear that 'cuz your all so damn loud!

Huedhaut: everyone, you're gonna ruin this.

MC, crouched next to Huedhaut: who are we waiting for again?

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Scorpio—dating a Greek MC and meeting her family in Greece

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: I received a request, asking me to write a headcanon of Scorpio with a Greek MC. 😭🇬🇷💙🤍 Which is heavily inspired from @colourless-hydrangeas 's Teorus × Desi Reader post (I adore when people insert their cultures into their self inserts, because all cultures are beautiful 😭😭❤️❤️❤️). Also, this headcanon ended up coming out as a self insert, because I am Greek lol. Enjoy!!💙🤍💙🤍

That's ⬇️ the temple of Poseidon, btw. It's located in Sounion. I've been there. It's beautiful. I was looking for the pictures I took myself, but I can't find them. So have one from Pinterest instead. 😭😭

You think Scorpio has anger issues??? Have you seen a Greek on the road???

MC's grandma will see him and say how beautiful he is and then her mom will go: "Spit him! You'll give him the bad eye!" And then grandma will proceed to say "ftou ftou" and move her three fingers in a cross motion.

If he starts yawning during dinner, people will say he has a bad eye and the grandma will call some cousin of hers for "xematiasma". Then, she'll hung up and tell Scorpio not to sleep, until the xematiasma is done, or else the bad eye will get worse. 🧿

20 minutes later—"Scorpio, my boy, shift in your chair for the xematiasma to work."

He's a new face entering a Greek household. Which automatically means, everyone screaming (like Greeks always do) and panicking, because the food needs to be a culinary masterpiece, because a Greek's pride and honour, is the ✨food✨.

Scorpio soon finds out that he can basically convince his Greek girlfriend of anything if he goes through her stomach.

His plate will be so full, the contents are rivaling the Burj Khalifa in height.

"Grandma, maybe he doesn't want to eat that much—" "Shut up. He's so THIN! And if he doesn't want to eat everything, I'll pack them in a bowl and he can take it home."

If he's coming to Greece during Easter, MC will have to warn him about the numerous stern faces eyeing him to see his first reaction to Magiritsa.

One time I ate 3-4 plates of Magiritsa in one sitting and then I slept and snored like a fucking monster. So if he doesn't want it, meh. More for me.

A grandpa who never finished elementary school and wants to teach Scorpio about the different dialects in all parts of Greece, of course, cannot be missing from this table.

EVERYONE at the table is going. "Scorpio, do you want Feta?" "Scorpio, do you want wine?" "Tzatziki?" "You ate your feta, you want more?" "You want music?" "That lazy daughter of mine forgot to give you more feta?! (Name)!! Quit eating with ten jaws and give your boyfriend some feta!"

(Name): *whispering to Scorpio*: "For the love of god, if you say you don't want any more Feta, the table will explode and the eldest will die of a heart attack. Just suck it up. Gods can eat a lot. It's okay."

And of course everyone is yelling.......... Because that's what ✨🇬🇷Greeks🇬🇷✨ do.

MC will also have to warn Scorpio before hand that, if suddenly, her grandparents start throwing plates and glasses on the floor and breaking them... He must not worry. That's how they're having fun.

If Scorpio breaks something by accident, they'll just say it's "Gouri" (good luck) and pat his arm.

Also... Lots of politics and swearing. And anger.

So much anger.

So much yelling.

Now, judging people based on their country's stereotypes is not okay........ BUT, AS A GREEK, I CAN PROMISE YOU, WE GREEKS ARE THE STEREOTYPES!! SO YOU HAVE MY BLESSINGS TO BELIEVE ANY STEREOTYPES YOU HEAR ABOUT US. BECAUSE THEY'RE ALL TRUE

"Μαλάκα" = Malaka = a Greek's favourite word to use everywhere, in any order. A word that defies grammar and gender and everything in between. ✨Malaka✨

Also, "μούτζα" = "moutza". It's basically a vulgar gesture where you keep your fingers spread and your palm out and you point it to a person....... Here's a video about it.

Plus, a big talk about Greece's history, starting from Ancient Greece and going through all the wars and the national days, our traditions and EVERYTHING.

"Idk what this useless daughter of ours has told you, but have you ever heard of the Kalikatzari that come during Christmas and cause havoc in the kitchen? So it's a Greek tale, about Jesus and—"

Scorpio will be enjoying all sorts of traditional dishes. Like. Gemista, Saganaki, pasta with Kima, SEA FOODS!!!!, a BUNCH of meat to last a lifetime, Dolmadakia, Spinach Pie, Cheese Pie, Magiritsa.

+ if he's coming during Christmas: Melomakarona and Kourabiedes.😭✨🙏✨😭 And Vasilopita😩✨

AND SOUVLAKI!!!!!!!!!!!!! IF A VISITOR DOESN'T EAT SOUVLAKI THEY'RE NOT LEAVING GREECE OMGGGGG!!!!

"Let me tell you about olives—" 🫒

Have you noticed that I'm just talking about food this whole time and Scorpio meeting her family around a table?..... What did I tell you about Greeks being all about food???

Also, if Scorpio and MC decide to leave, her mom will 10000% yell say "BRING A JACKET WITH YOU!!!" Is it 40°C outside??? Yes. Will she still tell you to bring a jacket with you??? Yes.

Basically...

We're loud.

We have WAY too much anger to fit in a mere mortal body.

Too much cheese and meat in EVERY. SINGLE. DISH.

And did I mention; WE'RE LOUD AND ANGRY!!! :DDDDDDDD

And we're BIG, HUGE foodies.

But we're welcoming. And warm. And it doesn't matter where you come from, a Greek will love to show you their culture and will consider you part of our already huge enough families the moment you learn to say "Malaka".

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And they'll feed you until you pop like a bomb. :DDDDD✨✨✨✨

Until next time I want Souvlaki BYEE!!!!!😭😭🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹✨🌹✨🌹✨🌹✨🌹✨🌹✨🌹✨🌹✨🌹✨🌹✨🌹🌹❤️❤️🌹❤️🌹❤️🌹❤️🌹❤️🌹❤️🌹

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I have a question. Why do you think Tauxolouve smells like caramel? I have seen you mention this in many of your fics. I hope this doesn't come across as rude. I was just curious 😅

It's not rude at all!!! Don't worry!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I LOVE DISCUSSING STUFF WITH YOU!!!

And to answer your question:

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I HAVE NO EXPLANATION 😭😭😭😭😭

I was just thinking which scent would suit him and I guess I chose caramel for him, because it's a gentle scent and the vibes suit him.

So yeah. I can't really explain it. He just gives off the vibes of someone who smells like caramel.

Have a wonderful day and/or night!!!🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

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An old photograph

(Hades🍎 and Persephone 🌙)

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❤️🌹❤️🌹❤️🌹❤️

Teorus X Desi Reader!

I'm bored and I have the urge to write HCs, so here it is.

This ended up being more Bengali than desi, but oh well.

Teo has a sweet tooth, and loves milk. He absolutely loves it when you make him payesh on his birthday. It becomes his new favourite food. He asks you to make it every week.

You cook mach bhat from time to time, and Teo does not like having to separate all the bones from fish.

He also definitely loves other mishti(sweets) like rosogolla. When you take him to a Bengali wedding for the first time, he finishes a dozen of rosogolla at once. Plus, he downs a load of doi and ice cream after that.

Don't forget alu bhaja. Teo and you devour tons of them every night at dinner.

He finds you talking in Bengali cute and wants to learn it too. :)

He finds it cute even when you argue with him in Bengali. (Don't cuss him too much please.)

Teo loves hearing Bengali songs that you sing, especially those about love.

He definitely doesn't have a crush on Suchitra Sen.

IMAGINE TEO IN A KURTA. I WOULD DIE FOR HIM.

He sees you wearing mehendi, and wants to wear it too.

When you introduce him to your family on both your mother and father's side, he wonders why on earth you have so many aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews.

Your parents will definitely love him more than you. You cannot tell me that they wouldn't go "How did such a fine boy end up with this good-for-nothing girl?" :')

He will be so flabbergasted at bhai phota. Why is the line of his sisters-in-law not ending?

Thank you for reading! I really enjoyed writing this. :3

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Since I don't have any fics to post at the moment AND I need to fucking finish Two Different Worlds already (before it turns into the Game Of Thrones books)

LEMME DISTRACT YOU BY SHOWING YOU MY POCKET LOVE!!! Act like you care.

FIRST OF ALL, I GOT SCORPIO A NEW SHIRT😭😭😭🌹🌹🌹🌹 (I LOVE SKULL PRINTS ON HIM HEHAHAHA)

Also, it was warm in Greece today, so I thought of dressing myself up in pocket love too😊😊 (tomorrow it's going to be very fucking cold again though. The weather is either indecisive or bipolar)

ALSO, I FELT LIKE MAKING A FEW MEMORIES WITH MY HUBBY😩😩😩🌹🌹 (instead of writing, like I really should)

AND I KEEP SEEING THE PET LADY OUTSIDE MY HOUSE AND I JUST WANT ADOPT SOMETHING SO BADLY HEJCJEJDJWHXHEJD🌹🌹😩😩😩😩 BUT WHAAAT

AND WHAT SHOULD I NAME IT??? I ALREADY HAVE "RABBIT" AND "APPLE"🌹🌹😩😩🌹🌹🌹🌹

But yeah... The time's 5:55 pm (oooh many fives) over here✨

I LOVE YA, BYE!!!!

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So... can we get some Louie in uniform 😩🙏

Also reader has a love-hate relationship with him. But he is madly in love with her.

"Hating love"

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Brief MENTIONS of war.

A/N: Did you say....... UNIFORM????? *SLAMS FIC ON THE DESK* HERE IT IS👀👀✨✨✨✨✨✨✨👀👀👀👀 Also, I hope I was able to portray the dynamic you wanted correctly, between Reader and Human!Tauxy 😅❤️❤️ BTW: I gave him "Monet" as a last name. Don't take this as anything canon that I will be doing in every fic!! As in... If you guys want me to give him another last name in some other story, of course I will!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️ I just happened to use that one in this fic! Enjoy!!❤️❤️ (I was listening to "Work Song" by Hozier, while writing this fic 😭✨🌹)

Carrying a pile of dry laundry in my arms, I returned inside the house from the back garden, humming a carefree tune to myself, my shoes padding softly against the floorboards of the hallway.

I rounded the corner, heading for the master bedroom, where Mr and Mrs Monet reside in, intending to change the bedsheets into the new and fresh ones madam had bought a few days ago from the marketplace.

But my tune was cut short and the laundry slipped through my fingers, when I collided with someone, while keeping my gaze low.

My instincts were a tangled mess of trying to grab the newly washed bedsheets and trying to grab onto something to steady myself.

My fingers curled into rough fabric and grabbed onto a lapel, the laundry caught by one hand that did not belong to me.

I looked up...

"A lovely welcome, I must say," The voice was smooth and gentle, like caramel gliding down the side of his lips and... He smelt like caramel. Caramel with a mix of gunpowder from the battlefield and cologne. And this pair of dark and gorgeous eyes... Are just like I remember them. Deep and all consuming. "my little lady."

I hurried to step away, grabbing the laundry from his hands. "You're back." I said, holding my breath.

He smiled, bending down to pick up his hat and rising back to his full height, readjusting the hat with the shiny crest on his head. "You know," He stepped closer to me and pressed his gloved hand against the doorframe, the black leather material creaking faintly against the wood. "those beautiful wide eyes are my favourite part of coming home."

I cleared my throat and slipped away from him, stepping out of his shadow and clutching the laundry to my chest.

I always try to avoid him, because he messes with my head. He's gorgeous and he's charming, but he's also infuriating. He can see right through me and he knows which words to use every time. To make me smile, to flatter me, and all that it...

Unnerves me. It makes me defensive.

I lose control over my own mind and I hate it. Thus, I do my best to avoid him.

But when he's away with the army... I miss him and I hate myself for just how much i miss him. How much I miss it, when he's not sitting out in the garden, painting. How much I miss it, when I don't see him dripping honey into his steaming tea.

"You'll stay for dinner tonight." He said, guessing it more than questioning it. "Right?"

I gripped the doorknob of the bedroom door tighter, the cool metal digging into the skin of my knuckles.

He was looking so so deeply into my eyes, part of me wanted to fall into his arms and remain there, face buried in his military uniform. Never let him leave with the army again. Never let him go. Only...

Only be honest with him. Love him. Let him love me back.

But was his interest even genuine? Or a means to pass the time and not think about the bloody sights of war? I've doubted him many times, I fear. I still do.

"It's my first day back." He said, his tone gentle and soft, a kind smile on his face, which made him look like the teenage boy I used to go to school with, once again. "And, well, my parents consider you family..." He paused.

Do you? I wanted to ask him. Do you?

"I do too." He replied and I almost lost my composure, my pulse picking up speed. He had answered my unuttered question.

But isn't that what he is anyway? The answer. To everything. To heartache, to loneliness, to dreams, to love... To a warm place to call home, even if that's not necessarily four walls.

"I would like you to be there." He said, his smile broadening and becoming that much sweeter.

I breathed in deeply and nodded. "I guess, I will... Be there." I said, voice quiet. I sighed. "I will be there..."

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Red wine sloshed around my wineglass as Tauxolouve poured it and I did not dare to look up, knowing what I'd find.

But once the flow of the alcohol stopped and the aroma caressed my senses, I did. I looked up, as he was setting the bottle down.

His eyes flickered up to me and he smiled, his Cupid's bow begging for me kiss it, feel it with my thumb and feel it on my cheek, like I tend to dream about some nights. He winked.

I hurriedly looked back down at my wineglass and took a sip, locking my feelings away and shielding them with forced indifference. As if I didn't care. As if I wasn't affected.

"My boy," His father spoke. "I'm so happy you're back with us." He reached out and ran a tender hand over his son's hair.

Tauxolouve smiled. "And I'm happy to be back too." His eyes flickered to me discreetly. "With those I love."

"How about a cheer?" Tauxolouve's mother raised her glass, the wedding band on her finger shining under the flames of the candles lighting up the dining room. "To good news."

Everyone at the table raised their glasses in the air and the clicking of the rims was like a song of tiny bells.

The chatter around the table was lively, the words light and bright and Tauxolouve was there...

His chair was once again occupied and his laughter lingered in the air, like the scent of freshly brewed coffee.

He was here and he was safe...

But for how long.

My fingers curled further around the stem of my wineglass and my stomach clenched.

"I heard there's a lovely play tonight." Tauxolouve's mother spoke, her voice warm and mature. "Would you like to go, Louie?"

Tauxolouve's eyes glimmed. "Oh, but of course. You know I'd love to." Tauxolouve's heart will always belong to art. He's a lover of paints and canvases and pictures that feature words you cannot read, but feel.

He's always loved going to watch plays with his adoptive mother too. He loved to join her ever since he was a small boy. And growing up, the people of the town would often see him accompanying his mother to the theater, offering her his arm to hold, like the gentleman he is.

"You'll come too, of course." His mother said to me.

"I don't know if—" I tried to say, gently.

"Come on." He said and hushed me with one look. Two words only. "We may pay you, but that doesn't mean you're a servant here. Please." He said, leaning his forearms against the surface of the table and leaning in. "Come with us? It's a warm night tonight..." He said, almost whispering, as if trying to ensnare me.

I looked down at my wineglass. It was almost full, which meant that alcohol was not to blame for this... "I'll come, if I'm not added weight. I thank you for the invite." ... This answer.

He smiled and leaned against the backrest of his chair again. And I hated myself. I hated my feelings and my mind, that kept obeying my heart. I hated my hands for shaking. I hated my knees for bouncing nervously, my heart for racing.

And most of all... I hate him. I hate him for making me love him so unequivocally. So senselessly. And so... So pointlessly.

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HAPPY HOLI!!! ✨️💖💖💖✨️

Hope you have a great day ahead! 💕

I wish i could share some of the sweets with you.

HAPPY HOLI TO YOU TOO!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐

I WISH YOU A BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL DAY!!!!! 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

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IT'S BEEN A YEAR SINCE I'VE WRITTEN SMUT??? WTFFFFFFF😭😭😭😭😭😭

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we are so back chat

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So ...

Remember when I said (you know. Like a liar.) that I would post the January fluff fics and the fluffbruary fics.... And then I didn't?

I will still post (some of them) though of course it won't be January.... Or February anymore.

(also, the gods MUST be fucking against me. I'm done. Every time I promise something, everything goes wrong immediately after and I never do it 😑😑)

But anyway.

LOOK AT MY POCKET LOVE!!!! I FINALLY MANAGED TO MAKE MY LIBRARY ROOM!!!😭😭😭😭✨✨✨✨✨✨

Also, Scorpio told me I'm cute in his little note😤💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗😤😤😤😤💗💗💗💗

And I'm also considering adopting another dog or cat........ I already have two dogs "Rabbit" and "Apple" (so rabbit apple hehehehe)

And now I'm thinking of adopting a third one👀👀✨✨✨ But idk what to name it.👀✨ Or if I should get a dog or a cat AHHH IDKKKKKKKK😣😣😣✨💗✨💗✨💗✨

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No beta. We die like Ichthys.

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Have you ever paid attention

How a summer afternoon you stare at a dried up tree and land that looks like it has never felt the touch of water

Is different from

Staring out of your room in a gloomy rainy weather

Or a dry winter morning

The melancholy you feel in these moments have a different wavelength, a different colour in a different state——

If one's a sorrow that dries your heart up—

Others a sorrow that fills your heart with tears

While the other one sees the last leaf falling

- withchymenace

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I CAN'T BREATHE

Why does Zyglavis go through a window in Huedhauts s1 I have so many questions

(i was gonna put this under the first video but tumblr said no)

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Opening the Love365 App be like:

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That's so real though. My favourite aesthetic, I fear. I eat it up. UNIRONICALLY. Gimme drama. Gimme Hamlet level monologues! >:D

“Everyone’s worried about me..” yeah you’ve been walking around in a daze and sighing like a wife waiting for their husband to come home from his voyage at sea damn