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[evilios]

Hi 💙

I saw something you posted (a few days ago) mentioning two others Apollo's love stories... The post was refering to the big attention that get Hyacinthus (among other male lovers). Don't misunderstand me, i really love Hyacinthus and his story (also all the Hyacinthia and his cult in Amyklae) but i also love others too.

Glad you mentioned Cyparissus and Branchus, they're so underrated and deserves more love ✨

But also i want to add Cyrene and Admetus too... Like honorables mentions.

What i love from Cyrene's story is that she caugths Apollo's attention not because her beauty (as usually happenned with nymphs or mortals) but for her strength. Apollo fell in love with her after seeing how she beated a lion with her bare hands. (I don't blame him, i would fell in love too with that girl).

And Admetus... I know that a few authors give them a romantic relationship, Callimachus is the earliest author who stated sometjing romantinc between them. Then, Roman poets loved to explore more their love. (All apparently was pre-Alcestis, because as fair as i know, Apollo was again a god when he helped Admetus to win Alcestis'hand, and the love between them, acording to the Roman poets at least, happened during Apollo's servitude). In Eumenides, by Aeschylus, is mentioned that Apollo tricked the Fates (by making them drunk) to save Admetus who was fated to die soon... I know that a romantinc love isn't mentioned is Aeschylus's play, but personally i like to think that there's was something more... Apollo tricked the Fates for the sake of a mortal, even if in that play is not a romantic relationship, Apollo really loved and cared for Admetus to do such a thing...

I think they also deserve more attention, like as you before mentioned, Cyparissus and Branchus.

And again, i love Hyacinthus so much, but others love's stories are also very interesting and lovely. I agree with you in giving more attention to Cyparissus and Branchus, and i wanted to give Cyrene and Admetus honorables mentions too ☺️

(Sorry if a made a gramatical mistake, i don't know so much english 🫠)

Hey hon! 🌻

Hyacinth is great, really, and as someone who grew hyacinths before, I understand why ancients connected someone's untimely death with the flower, those shits die from every blow of wind (ha).

Though I do start having a bit of an irritated reaction when it's the only story brought up as if... he didn't have happy relationships or other relationships; or as if Hyacinth is somehow more of a lover to the Deity than others mentioned in his myths.

Cyrene... my dear... look, as a representative of disaster bisexuals, I get it. I, too, would fall deep and hard in the truest of loves if a woman beat a lion in front of me. Do you realize how strong those things are? That girlie must have been built like Heracles...

This story reminds me of the terrace of lions on Delos dedicated to Apollo and the lion-figurines that a lot of Eastern Deities would be depicted with; and Apollo's prominent connection to the East. It makes me think of the symbolism within the myth... I don't think lions are usually attested as Apollo's animals, but I definitely can envision some connection between the two. Maybe she wrestled it and he knew exactly she could beat him up too... look, I get him.

Admetus' story is lovely, I agree. I don't think Apollo was ever a non-God, only that he was disguised as a mortal (I don't really like the concept of "stripping a Deity of power", it's weird) but I agree aside from that little nitpick. I like the way some Roman poets depicted them too, I mean, Tibullus was very sweet for claiming that Apollo's servitude was overall a labor of love. I like to think that their love was perhaps less of a purely-romantic affair and something... greater? I mean, loving a person so much you help them get with someone mortal* like them so they have a happy life... that's above romance for me, that's the ultimate care to be able to let go so they're happy with someone else.

Cyparissus is... sadder than Hyacinth, to me, as a lover. They bear a lot of resemblance to each other, it's always a mournful death of a young boy and transformation through Apoline fields, but, I don't know, a boy (in some versions an Assyrian boy!) mourning so deeply over an animal companion he kills that he dies? That's so deep, to me. There's a lot of symbolism there, to me. If I were to analyze these stories as coming-of-age myths, I can pull out an analysis of Cyparissus as someone who didn't want to grow up, perhaps. And Hyacinth as someone forced to transcend into adulthood (he was a warrior prince after all).

Apollo had so many people he loved, and I like how different their stories are and how many layers they have to them. I don't like excessive personification of Gods so I like to observe the mortal/secondary counterpart in these stories more. How being beloved by [ the idea of Apollo ] affects them and such.

Also, I'm one of the people who view Apollo—Cassandra relationship as an inherently doomed, romantic/marital, and complex relationship in which a girl is turned bride (of a God) who then loses his favor and thus has to die (Agamemnon ensues) but I do believe he loved her. Loved her enough to give her what he gave Branchus, except Branchus' story ended well and Cassandra, my poor doomed Cassandra? He loved her too much I fear.

Also, you're all good! 🧡

*I think it heavily depends on the version of parentage followed, some claim Admetus to indirectly bear connection to an Oceanid through one of the versions of his mother (?) but you get my idea.

Lastly, I made this in... 2023, I think, but it's still relevant:

[beybuniki]

Pro Hero!Bakugo trying to socialize with IT!Deku but it somehow doesn't go as planned because ofc it wouldn't fuck his baka lifeeee (for @habken 's scammers to lovers au! )

[hyakunana]

"My friend, my partner… my Guardian."

[thegeminisage]

SPOCKANALIA VOLUME 1 IS NOW ON AO3!

do you like vintage fanzines, but hate reading tiny font? do you love spock, but hate the headache you get from squinting at textured paper and imperfect scans? are you someone who wants to read SPOCKANALIA but has trouble getting your screenreader to cooperate with 60-year-old PDFS? have we ever got news for you. @maulthots and i have been very, very, VERY hard at work digitizing SPOCKANALIA, a SFW star trek fanzine about spock first published in 1967, and now you, YES YOU, can read it on AO3!

updated features of SPOCKANALIA on AO3 include:

text has been meticulously retyped and can now be read at whatever size you have your browser settings on, which means the line width also changes based on the width of your browser window or device screen

images are dynamic to fit on your screen whether you are on a pc or a mobile device so you don't have to scroll until your hand breaks and still only see mr. spock's eyelashes (you have to turn work skins on for this feature)

backgrounds/paper texture/echoes of ghost text removed (by hand!) from images for easier viewing, and in some cases the images have been rotated to correct tilted/sideways scanning

images come with ALT TEXT for those using screen readers!

here are a few before/after shots for your perusal:

so what are you waiting for?! get your inner 60s fangirl (gender neutral) on and read SPOCKANALIA today!!

and if you think this is COOL AS SHIT (i do), please consider giving this post a reblog or leaving us some love on AO3! we have only your good vibes to fuel us as we contemplate volume 2 💪

[seventh-district]

Making Incorrect H:SR Quotes Until I Run Out of (hopefully) Original Ideas - Pt. 4 - Nuthin' but Boothill Edition

[Pt. 1] [Pt. 2] [Pt. 3] [Pt. 5] [Pt. 6]

[mikodrawnnarratives]

been in my drafts for longer than i'd like but its done! ngl wish i got this posted b4 showing Other Molly and Other Calliope. Stall the reveal process y'know?

but i will change the order here: Prev | Next

debated on drawing this one too but didn't get further than a sketch

[daylighteclipsed]

Think I’m gonna start calling Sora and Riku’s combined keyblade Dearly Beloved until told otherwise

[proxentauri]

if i had a nickel for every time i played a remedy game that featured courtney hope’s character trying to get to a world-altering polyhedron in a universe where humans wear special harnesses to survive a world-ending threat, i’d have two nickels, which isn't a lot, but it's sure weird that it's happened twice

flipped version & process beneath the cut!

beth deserved so much better...please quantum break sequel where she's happy :) please remedy...the IP is worth it i promise I'LL fucking come back for her

[fakakta-art]

Happy Hanukkah! My gift to you- some quick lil doodles of the batfam celebrating!

[miasmaghoul]

do you have any thoughts about mountains first time? doesnt have to be a whole ass prompt fill lol but who gets big boy?

(anon I regret to inform you that you sent this while i was disastrously high so you get a Weird One - warnings for terato/monsterfucking, mentions of blood (nonsexual), inhuman anatomy, scent kink, agendered character referred to as "it", use of cunt/clit to describe its anatomy, and some lore at the end)

I still have to finish that fic about his first time bottoming, that's with Omega. But his first time in general?

Well, technically...

Mountain was more feral than most when he was summoned, took a long time to settle into his vessel. He cost a number of siblings their lives before the higher ups decided it was a better idea to let him loose in a warded-off section of the forest. Let him work out the more animalistic traits in an environment better suited to his elemental nature.

He wanders the trees completely unglamoured, with furry, back-bent hooved legs and patches of moss, lichen and bark coating his limbs and torso. His antlers, still budding, grow faster like this and the trees in his path bear fresh gouges as a result. He hunts everything he can, tearing in with claws and elongated jaws alike. The scruffy mane of hair he sports lies matted with days worth of blood, sweat and grime, and it's the fourth night before Mountain finds his appetite sated.

Well, one of his appetites at least.

This new hunger is similar, but very different. He knows lust, of course - no being in Hell wouldn't - but ghouls don't have corporeal forms Downstairs. They feel things, sure, but in the way you "feel" and intense thought, or a specific fantasy. Like this, though, anchored to a physical being he's still learning the ins and outs of, the pressure sitting heavy between his thighs feels foreign. Foreign, but also hot and urgent and fuck he needs.

Mountain paws at himself with rough, inexperienced hands until the sheath between his legs starts to swell. The ghoul watches as it grows, chest heaving when the flared head reveals itself. Already slick and throbbing, Mountain's stomach clenches when every inch is finally exposed and the length of it pulses.

It's then that a certain scent makes his nostrils flare, his eyes go wide, and something deep inside Mountain goes achingly tight. It's not the first time he's smelled it since he woke in the forest, naked and groggy, but it's the first time he's felt the urge to find its source. Now that he does, though?

He needs.

Mountain crashes through the trees on instinct alone, panting and drooling down his chin no matter how many times his hooves catch a root or a row of thorns tears at his flesh. The scent grows thicker the deeper he gets into the dense wood; it's something raw, something syrupy sweet yet intoxicatingly bitter. Like burning leaves on a hot autumn day, rich and earthen but undercut with a sharpness that could only mean desire.

The closer he gets, the more he recalls smelling it before. He remembers catching it when he was savoring the spoils of a hunt, one he'd spent melting into the trees to stalk a particularly jumpy buck. Remembers waking up once, in a small clearing he'd thoroughly marked, only to find a second scent joining his own. Not covering his, not a challenge - though Mountain took great pleasure in...reclaiming his territory anyway. More like an invitation, one Mountain had had no interest in following at the time. That wasn't what he had needed.

Now that he's close to drowning in that scent, though, his cock dripping as it wags between his thighs, Mountain has no idea how he's gone so long without it.

He crashes through the branches of an overgrown willow, blood pounding in his ears and groin in equal measure, and the shiver that wracks him is one shared with the source of this intoxicating scent.

It sits in a nest at the base of the willow, one tucked into its roots and flanked by flowering bushes. There are enough gaps in the tree's limbs to let patches of sunlight filter through, dappling the creature before him.

The one currently on all fours, presenting its flushed, swollen cunt and staring over its shoulder and directly into the center of his brain.

It must be another ghoul, something distant tells him. He only has flashes of the time before the forest, but he can faintly recall a pair of...humans, were they called? They shifted before his eyes, one into a being of black fur and unnatural smoke and the other into scales and fins. They spoke the language of the Pit, and that's the only reason Mountain remembers them.

This one, this creature, looks similar to him, he thinks. He only has a few interrupted reflections in brooks and streams to go by, but it's legs are like his. Back-bent, hooved, but the hair coating them is jet black instead of his own sun-stained auburn. Their torsos differ too - where Mountain could blend in with the bark of any tree, it is instead coated in a combination of thicker fur and sleek black feathers that rustle like the leaves above. No antlers atop it's head, but instead a pair of segmented horns that curl against its skull. It's smaller than he is, more angular, and the few facial features Mountain can see are just as sharp as the talons it has dug into the soft earth.

It makes a sound then, a rattling hiss of a thing, and Mountain growls in response. It's automatic, as is the way he drops to all fours for his final approach. It watches his every move, unnatural eyes wide and growing blacker by the second, and Mountain flinches when it tips it's head and a scratchy voice fills his skull.

New, it rasps in a familiar but broken dialect, forked tongue flicking between it's lips. Maybe a ghoul? It's speech is odd. You're new. New smell. Different.

Mountain watches it's cunt pulse, a thick trail of slick dripping from its hole straight down the fat nub of its clit. That shiny length flexes, and Mountain's cock responds in kind. He snarls as he crawls up to the creature, licking his jaws. That incredible scent, so thick he can taste it, would be enough to drive anyone mad.

Could feel you coming. Could...in the roots and stones...

Mountain barely registers the words floating through his head, but he really likes the way they fade into an audible sharp trill when he buries his nose into the source of his torment.

The taste of it is beyond compare, and Mountain can't help but drag his face through its copious slick while he wriggles his long, thick tongue inside. Desperate to coat himself in it, ears filled with the unearthly sounds of the creature offering itself to him on a silver platter. His hips work in useless, uncoordinated humps, cock jabbing at thin air as that tight hole clamps down around his tongue, and the overwhelming desire he feels to be inside the being before him hits him like a punch to the gut.

You....watching me...

Mountain manages the message as he moves to bracket that smaller figure. It nods, shudders when he settles against its back, snuffling at the crook of its neck. Using his snout to nudge its head, force it to expose its throat so he can feel it thrum under his tongue.

Watched...hunt. Watched me...kill...

It gives a chirrup, and Mountain feels its short, raised tail twitching against his stomach. His cock jumps, the broad head smacking against its clit, and Mountain's growl shakes the earth itself. Those same stupid humps take over, and Mountain stretches his jaws to wrap around the back of its neck to force it still. He uses the last of his brainpower to throw a final thought into its mind.

Why...bring me...to you?

Mountain sinks his fangs into its throat just enough to get a taste of what lives beneath its skin, and as his eyes roll back the creature moans.

Different, it whispers back, canting its hips when Mountain mindlessly tries to line himself up. So long...since something was different...

Mountain's grunting like a disobedient dog, every thrust bumping his cock against its thighs, its tail, it's mound. So focused on getting it inside without releasing the creature from the cage of his limbs that the frustration only builds, his snarls becoming more and more bestial until -

The body beneath him arches as best it can, and as Mountain's aching cock finally squeezes between swollen lips to pop inside there's no way to know which of them is louder.

Mountain doesn't remember much after that.

One day, though, he'll learn the story of the feral ghoul who haunts these woods. The product of a botched summoning, it was always destined to become a creature of instanct. Tied to the realm Above only because its summoner still lives, left to its own devices where it won't pose a threat.

One day Mountain will learn the story of what used to be Cowbell, and when he does nothing will keep him from going back to those woods.

[enden-k]

AYOOOOO HOLY SHIT PAST LYCAON PAST LYCAON PAST LYCAON PAST

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[kagooleo]

here's a finished belated bday comm for @wyvernity of their soulsilvershipping :D!!! I was honestly really happy with the turnout for the piece so I did go a lil ham on their faves (～￣▽￣)～

i've still got 2 commission slots open on my kofi for both chibi and sketch pieces if anyone is interested :V

[rakkuntoast]

i like doing silly self indulgent low-effort comics

[greensagephase]

reader is better than me cause if i saw this man…? if i was roommates with THIS man?? i think i would genuinely crash out everyday trying not to jump on him. LOOOOOOOKKKKKK. 😫😫😫

art by andalusia_lu on instagram!!

@zoopzaper !!! Pookie, I'm so happy to see you're more active around here!! 🥹

Omg, I'm looking respectfully, I swear!! 👀 The happy trail- the sweat - the face expression - Dios mio... I'm okay (not, currently clawing at the walls)!!😳

It's funny you say this about reader because later on in the fic, dulzura is going to - [gunshots]. Miguel is going to be working out shirtless and -[gunshots]. The hallway suddenly feels too narrow and his scent is - [gunshots]...

I'm telling you now, I have plans that I cannot share with you right now because the haters will sabotage me, but I got some stuff in the works! 😌

Thank you for the ask, pookie!! I hope you're having a lovely weekend!!!

Alondra❤️

[ocelotlesbian]

genderswapped them for lesbian purposes. girl yaoi!!! (≧▽≦)

also if you look very closely at the pixels on her teeth you can see that i gave mitsugirl cute little green braces. i thought that was worth pointing out ^_^

[skitskatdacat63]

I think a lot about this painting that was, presumably, given to Fernando at the 2012 Japanese Grand Prix, which there is just zero explanation for it, other than these pics:

Where is it now????? It better be hanging up in a place of honor in one of his houses istg!

But what makes this better is that after he crashed out from that race, he tweeted a samurai quote 😭 I like to imagine him just nonsensically mumbling samurai quotes while staring at this painting in despair