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you aSK AND YOU SHALL RECIEVE i love him
Blood is Rare and Sweet as Cherry Wine
Character: Astarion (Baldur's Gate)
Warnings: reverse hurt/comfort, mentions of alcohol (reader doesn’t drink), general astarion backstory information but it’s nothing super specific. not proofread
Notes: almost cried writing this. im sorry. anyway I'm a hozier lover what else is new.
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Astarion stared at the fire, leaning back against one of the boxes under his tent. There was something serene about this area—they’d never been attacked at camp, and it comforted him to know he could let his guard down somewhere. If only slightly.
He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice you walking up to him until you spoke.
“Astarion?” you asked, voice softer than he expected. “Are you alright?”
He must have looked upset—he didn’t need your pity, though, so he tried to shake himself back to reality. “What can I do for you, my dear?” he asked, sitting up a bit straighter and taking a sip of the ale next to him.
You paused, looking at him with your eyebrows furrowed slightly, then finally decided to sit next to him. He offered the ale but you declined. Instead, you turned your body to face him and slowly, gently, brushed a bit of hair out of his face.
And he flinched.
You quickly pulled your hand away from him and rested it in your lap. He stared, wide-eyed, terrified of his own actions. He’d inflicted pain on countless others and never felt guilt for it, but such a simple gesture broke him.
“I’m sorry,” he says, voice small and quiet. It was unlike anything you’d ever seen before. Astarion was always so eccentric, so proud, so…unafraid. This was an entirely new side to him, and he was even more embarrassed to show it to you. He wanted to run, he wanted to hide, but he didn’t have the energy to make his feet move. To make anything move.
There was a beat of silence, where the two of you only listened to the crackling fire a few feet away. Then, you spoke. “You don’t have to apologize for anything.”
He didn’t understand how you could be so kind to him. There were so many things wrong with him as a person, or things from his past—he’d hurt people, tricked them, found ways for dear Cazador to turn them into mindless little puppets. Like he was, before all this mindflayer business.
There was so much wrong in the world, and there you sat. His ray of sunshine—his hope. Somehow with you, things seemed a little less dreary. True, there was some mystical dream-being that followed you around keeping everyone from sprouting tentacles, so that was something positive. But your general disposition, the way you smiled at him when you caught him staring at you, the way you snuck away from the rest of camp with him to watch the stars…all these things made him fall so hopelessly in love.
He couldn’t be that person for you, though. He never learned how to make big, romantic gestures or show his affection in a way that made sense. A way that made sure you knew he adored you in your best and worst moments. Cazador had ruined him—he’d ruined any semblance of having a normal life. On top of being a vampire spawn and ripped away from his life before, he was stuck in an endless loop of servitude and puppetry or constantly fearing for his life. He never learned or could afford, to just relax. You deserved someone who could love you whole-heartedly, not the monster he’d become.
“I care for you so, so deeply, my dear,” he all but whispered, voice tight with emotion.
“I know.”
“I cannot, for the life of me…” he trailed off, quickly wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “I cannot understand why you care for me.”
His head hung low; you stared at him, shocked and unsure how to react to his words. He felt embarrassed, he felt small—there was nothing he could do, it seemed, to pull himself out of this rut he had himself stuck in lately.
Then he heard your words.
“Can I hug you, Astarion?”
He glanced over to you, seeing teh pleading look in your eyes. You’d asked. Maybe that made him feel a little more normal, a little less messed up. Hesitantly, he leaned into your embrace. The moment he felt the warmth of your arms around him, though, he melted. He laid his head on your chest, his full weight falling into you exponentially by the second. And with it, he began to cry.
It was heart-wrenching sobs that felt like someone stabbing him through the heart every time, but he couldn’t mistake the comfort of your hands running through his hair. The soothing, repetitive motion calmed his nerves more than he thought possible. After what felt like ages, he began to sit up, trying to put himself back together like that hadn’t just happened. His eyes looked slightly irritated, but he tried desperately to wipe any evidence of his outburst from his face—
Suddenly, he felt your hands around his face, thumbs running over his cheeks. He stopped—his hands slowly fell, and he relaxed into your embrace once again.
“You do not have to apologize for feeling things, Astarion,” you said softly. “And you certainly don’t have to hide from me. Not your thoughts, not your emotions.”
He nodded, turning his head slightly to the side to kiss the palm of your hand. His voice was hoarse but surprisingly gentle. “Thank you. I don’t deserve you.”
“That’s the thing. You do.”
He smiled softly—it had been a long time since he felt like he could do so freely.
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THEY’RE A 10 BUT he's an orc, and he also stole an entire territory by killing a bunch of people via a volcano.
THEYRE A 10 BUT…accepting
Owns land ✅
Has goals ✅
Hot single dad ✅
Still 10
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GIRLLL YOU LIKE STEVIEEE TOOO 😭😭😭 OMGGG THIS WAKES UP MY LOVE FOR HIM THAT I HAD YEARS AGOOO
TEAM CAPP FOREVER 😭 no but really I was in love with him way back I got into anime and stuff and now you're just bringing him back on my dash
OMGGG, WE'VE SPOTTED YET ANOTHER STEVE LOVER, YAYYY!!!!!
honestly speaking, i used to be team iron man (iron man is not one of my fictional crushes, but he has always been one of my most favorite fictional characters ever—certainly my most favourite avenger—and i sobbed so freaking much at the end of endgame), but then i watched infinity war and i saw steve in it—and bby, believe me when i say this: my mind was blown away...
it was then that i decided that: 1) okay, fine, i'm neither team iron man nor team cap. i'm team 'ao3 fics canon divergence au', and, 2) i got to rewatch the captain america movies in a new light now
my favourite steve has to be—1. pre-serum steve rogers (idk why but he's quite literally my all-time fave), 2. him from 'the winter soldier', 3. him in rest of the movies (infinity war holds a special place maybe :P)
who's your favorite steve, A? @afortoru
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A SLOW NOD, JAW HELD TIGHT WITH SHARPEST KNOWING. there's no record she'd jot this down on, just a half-smoked cigarette and dwindling glass. far from a pillar of dignified morality, urgings held close to her chest ache to be set upon the world. to flay bone from the flesh of every unwilling sacrifice of men, a hunger that seethes and demands blood. she carries other vices for sustenance, her job among them. yet, no word of this will reach any bureau desk, no profiler will take on the analysis she sweeps under the stained rug.
darcy takes a slow drag, smoke filling lungs and FEEDING THE BRUTAL LEECH OF SIN. dark grey's mull over every detail sat close to her, she walks the fine line between professional curiosity and the friendliness of witching hour. ❛ yeah? how much does that decision cost? ❜ the agent plucks a stack of bills from her pocket, unfolding by the twenties. she exhales a billow of smoke. ❛ name a price, i'm just looking to help. ❜
❛ the world wasn’t built for girls like us. that’s why we gotta take whatever we decide is ours. ❜ @starrstained
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𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐈𝐓. there is space the length of a splintered table, ancient wounds allying them still. fingertips stained in foraged herbs hold the cup as a poor substitute for a shield. there is no veil, no wall that could keep the inner workings of her psyche from spilling once it was carved open. composure forged over centuries cracks the earth with a sundering force and clings to the edge of her features. barely by a thread but kept nonetheless.
it was not just curiosity. her fascination with the uruk long past the point of denying the existence of her lingering gaze. how it catches him in moments of sincerity amongst his children. the depths of heart in every conviction held fast through ages of torment. the traces of sunlight arcing the depths of a father's love, the aspect of a joyful shadow in his gaze when walking amongst them. how he shares in their grief and triumphs, never abandoning the mountain of destruction it will take to rebuild their freedom. gloria cannot deny it nor can she deny the darkness bound to his essence. she is consumed in the beauty of it all, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦.
❛ a truth that does not absolve you from the same. ❜ adar has every right to do so. she finds herself amongst the company of those deemed by her kin and kind to be foes. and oh! they once were; an epoch of desolation in her story and yet, she still tends their wounds with every ounce of tenderness and vigilance they would allow of her.
the elf-maiden finds her feet, palms empty and splayed open in a show of amity. the distance slowly crept into naught between them. the closer she gets, the more the cloak of boldness falls into ruin. ❛ those in your service carry your marking. ❜ the breath taken still catches in her throat, ragged and sharp as frayed thorns. ❛ is my worth unproven still? ❜ honey eyes dripping with a yearning that suffocates. 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄.
"I can feel you watching me… even when you shouldn't." adar / @muutos 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 & 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄 // 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠
#XI. ─ ۵ call on every soul in the land & the moon .「 ɪɴʙᴏx. 」#no cause like im actually dying of brainrot#send help
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I love your blog it’s so pretty! It’s bringing out the marvel dork in me lol 🫣
ahh??? omg stop thank you, i’m blushing. i’m so happy to read that🥹🥹. 🩷🩷
doing this blog literally makes the marvel fan inside me so happy
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hiiii bae <3 did you loveee ultraman rising?
Hiii babes, I’m so sorry this is so late (like I’m barely on here anymore) but I LOVED Ultraman Rising. Me and Kenji have things to discuss in a room… in which there are no others 🤭
Emi is the cutest EVER too!! I enjoyed the movie so much 😭
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“ you can’t or you won’t? ”
❝ —— Oh. Hm. ❞
( Uh-oh. )
Lawless Lucky talked a big game around the bonfire last night. She wasn't too oblivious to pick up on the fact that her being scandalized and upset by the boys' violent sides was beginning to grate on them. So, when all of the boys were talking about the gruesome things they'd like to do to the people who made their lives hard in The Other Place, she forced herself to laugh along, and even took the opening to spin a tale about how she was planning to poison her old employer's food. And, oh, those rotten pirates? Well, she would do the same to them if she had a chance.
So busy seizing on the moment, she didn't consider that she would actually have to put her money where her mouth was.
It would shatter the illusion of Neverland as her luxurious, peaceful, happily-ever-after paradise if she had to see any real carnage with her own two eyes, much less deal any of it herself. But here was dear Peter, ever the altruist, granter of all her wishes, suggesting she come along to their next raid of the Jolly Roger. Lucky's pretty sure he knows this is out of her comfort zone, if he's paid any attention to her — and he does, of course he does. Why else would he go through the trouble of bringing all of these troubled souls to the island if he didn't empathize and care about all of them, right? She can't imagine any motive but love and sympathy. — It's funny, considering how anxiously, meticulously sensitive she tries to be to his boundaries. There was something maybe endearingly boyish about his disregard for hers.
She reasons that she should be grateful for his investment in keeping things fresh and interesting. This is what a sensible, healthy relationship looked like, right? Balancing energies was a major tenet of Celtic magic— it was the key to harmony and prosperity. A passive, supportive person worked best with a person who was a little more... challenging. It would be too stagnant or too chaotic any other way. She gives a fond half-smile to her love, her true love, convinced he's only looking out for her best interests. She would find a way to explain to him that this doesn't really interest her... another time.
❝ Well, I suppose I would... ❞
Lucky? Morally opposed to it? No sir, you've got the wrong lassie. You must be thinking of that prude from Chicago, Fiona Comisky, who used to dote and cry and sermonize Nate Larsen any time he got injured in a fight with some low-class brute he should've run away from. She had no qualms with clodhopping bullies who started barbaric fights. Didn't find it tasteless in the slightest.
She was opposed to tagging along for much more modest, supportive, team-playering reasons, to be certain. The same reasons why she declined Nate's offer to teach her how to use a bow and arrow: why would the Princess of Neverland get her dainty, dignified, not-at-all-labor-calloused hands dirty learning how to hunt when her boys got such a thrill out of slaying those innocent animals?
❝ But why bring a girl along to steal all of the attention? I'm not as strong or as sneaky as you. I may ruin the... Element of surprise. Or... distract everyone when they have to keep me out of harm's way. And there’s really— there's so much I could do back here. I thought I should make some sort of victory banquet for the boys to come back to. ......Besides... ❞
Lucky's fingers sidled over to his, tips brushing over his knuckles, as if timidly asking permission to show tenderness before making any sudden moves. Peter was a bit strange about physical touch. She could never tell if he was enjoying it, or if she maybe wasn't doing it right. When he didn't immediately swat her away, she gingerly placed her palms in his, intuitively careful not to scare him away like a baby deer too shy for human touch, or startle him like a scorpion ready to plunge a stinger into her at any moment. She has experience with his type. She has nothing if not patience and willpower to break through to them. She has hope that one day she'll be able to fully embrace him. If she's really as lucky as everybody says, maybe she'd be able to fully-fully "embrace" him.
❝ I love when you tell me all about your thrilling adventures. You get such this 𝓅𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓉𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓁𝑒 in your eye... It's the same one you had when you first found me— the one that I saw and thought, 'Oh, there it is: my 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫. At last, I can see it!' ❞
She boldly ventures to show a little more affection while she pleads, but not enough to push him too far, just enough to remind him that he can touch her back any time he's ready. (If he's rallying her to come out of her comfort zone, maybe this is a good time to encourage him to be a little more adventurous, too.) Her fingers, ever-so-lightly cupped over his hands, gently lace themselves into the spaces between his. She's not naïve enough to believe she's going to get out of raids forever. She just wants to experience feeling truly loved and close to him, just one time, before she has to see him at his absolute nastiest.
❝ Oh, Peter, won't you please let me see my 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 again when you fill me in later? ❞
( Won't you please let her be so lucky as to skip out on this? )
╳ — 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ! // ACCEPTING.
#(set when she was still peter's latest model Wendy-bot 2000)#i like the gifs from this movie cus she has a Visible irish accent in them and i love that for fiona :')#if u look real close and havent gotten any in a while you'll notice there's like three different subliminal message double entendres in her#jus know that every time u think a line in a post abt peter sounds like an innuendo it 100% is because lucky is thinking it too#「 ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ▓ 🐞 — the lost girl. 」#「 ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ▓ 🐞 — ❛ ft. peter pan. 」#「 ɪɴʙᴏx ᴄᴀʟʟ ▓ 🕯️ — answered. 」#the nature of drabbly askmeme prompts is that you want to write a complete vignette based on the one line someone sends you so you end up#writin like 99 words of dialogue in response to the 5 syllables someone sends u and it makes it look like ur muse Does Not Shut The Fuck Up#so. ignore that. i wanna say fiona would've picked up on the fact that he doesn't like to listen to broads rambling for too long#this is also kinda my first ic post tho (baffling that it took me this long i am sorry) so! wanted to write a good intro scene#and rly set up what fiona's mentality was like in this time cus it's gonna make a lot of her present day chocies make more sense#also sorry that you all have to find out this late but i Am a broad who rambles for 5 paragraphs in the tags of everything i post Sorry!!
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We need more solomon x reader ffs
How about a jealous Solomon because he gets constantly cock blocked by the demon brothers and in the end he makes an angry love confession to the reader?
Jealousy
Characters: Solomon
Warnings: possibly some minor cursing
Notes: ok this ended up not being an angry love confession but i believe in talking about emotions healthily <3. Also i just liked this resolution SORRY ITS NOT EXACTLY WHAT YOU ASKED !!!
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He couldn’t believe this.
Again.
For the nth time since he’d realized his complicated feelings about you, those stupid brothers found continual ways to keep him from getting any alone time with you. There you were, agreeing to make dinner with him before being called away by Mammon again so he could have your assistance with dinner. And being their attendant at this point in time, you had to agree.
That didn’t mean he liked it.
He ate some poorly cooked chicken for dinner and didn’t even touch the scorched vegetables—his cooking wasn't incredible, but even this was a new low. He was too distracted while he was cooking though. Too busy thinking about you.
When you finally got back to your dormitories (that was the best thing to call it at the moment), he was still rather irritated, but instead of fuming or yelling at you, he curled up on the couch with a book to take his mind off of everything.
“Solomon?” you asked, sitting on the opposite end of the couch from him. “You alright over there?”
“Perfect,” he said, tone short and curt with you. He didn’t mean it to be rude, but he had too many things on his mind and he didn't want to be disturbed.
You sighed and he watched you cover yourself with the blanket out of the corner of his eye. Frustrating as the situation was, he couldn’t stand the thought that he was the reason for the small pout that sat on your face.
“I’m sorry,” he starts, placing his finger in the book and closing it. “It’s not your fault—I shouldn't be taking my frustration out on you.”
“What’s wrong?”
That was the question of the hour, it seemed. He had to decide now: tell you and risk the relationship you’d built together, or keep it a secret and leave you wondering if he was upset with you. Neither of those were lovely options, but he had to weigh his odds in a split second.
“I…I wanted to spend more time with you this evening,” he admitted, speaking much softer than he had been. He’d deny it adamantly, but the tips of his ears were slightly pink (and gaining color the longer he spoke). “I feel like I haven’t…been able to spend enough time with you. Those pesky brothers continue to steal you away from me.”
You looked at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and he continued. This was going to be the hardest part. “(Y/N), in my hundreds of years of living, I've never met someone quite like you. And I've met a lot of people. You…there’s something special about you—some spark—that I can’t ignore. You’re dedicated, passionate, and a joy to be around, frankly. And I…I guess I've grown to be quite fond of you. And maybe a little jealous…”
It took a moment for the information he just gave you to sink in. He watched as the realization dawned on your face and hated every second of silence that passed as it did. After what felt like forever, you smiled at him. Smiled.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re telling me the all powerful warlock Solomon has a crush on me?” you asked, grin spreading wider and wider on your face.
He groaned and hit himself on the head with his book. “I take it back! You’re terrible to me. I give you my heart and you proceed to make fun of me, how dare you!” He couldn’t be angry at you, though. Really, he was trying his best to hold in his laughter.
When he opened his eyes again, you were sitting next to him instead of across the couch. You looked adorable with that mischievous glint in your eye he didn’t exactly trust.
“What?” he asked. “Don’t look at me like that. You’re plotting.”
“I’m not plotting!”
“You’re plotting something.”
Without any extra room to argue, you leaned in and placed a dramatic kiss on his lips, complete with a small ‘mwah’ sound. He sat there, stunned for a moment, mind short-circuiting under the circumstances.
“You-you just-”
“I did.”
“And you-”
“Breathe, first,” you teased, smiling a bit softer at him. “You should have said something ages ago. I would have made sure to make more time for you. And for what it’s worth…I’m quite fond of you too.” You dropped your voice, trying to mock his earlier words. In response, he shoved your shoulder and laughed.
“You’re horrible to me!” he complained again, though he couldn’t find it in himself to stop smiling. This is everything he’d wanted for ages—to have you, to love you, and feel that affection in return. Now he had it, and there wasn’t a reason in the world he’d throw it away.
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IF THEY HAD A KID... accepting gil-galad @ celebrían ft. @scion-of-kings
NAME: ( princess ) ELBERETH; queen of stars GENDER: cis female GENERAL APPEARANCE: she has dark hair spun with natural silver highlights that sparkle when touched by the sun. much like her mother, she favours wreaths and flora accessories, intricate little braids offset by diadems occasionally. there is no singular doubt that her features hold all the loveliness between her parents. her eyes are grey, dark and sweet and ( which makes it near impossible to at least understand her view point….or say no ), gentle as spring. tall, lithe but statuesque in frame; she walks as though she is simply floating on air. what is prominent is the cluster of freckles that dot across her nose and beneath her eyes; as though a constellation of stars kissed her upon birth. her smile is a coveted little treasure, plentiful and a reminder of all that had been fought for. PERSONALITY: she is highly intelligent, a quality that is to be expected when considering her parentage but she far exceeds expectations. has always existed above the learning curve of her peers; wise, sharp, contemplative and calm. not a child of rash decision-making, even her risks were calculated and thought out before engaging. politically minded, gentle of nature, curious and charismatic, CHEEKY. she has a delicate and profound grasp on histories, politics, philosophies and diplomacy. her sense of humour is well-matched to her mother and father and because of this, elbereth's laughter and joy can often be heard before you catch a glimpse of the princess. she is to be considered spoiled by way of unconditional love from her family ( and gil-galad LETS BE HONEST ). despite that, she is a gracious being. SPECIAL TALENTS: she loves horseback riding, racing up trees with her mother, and an adept hand with archery, sword and shield, though she never intends to take to battle. she is musically talented with the harp and carries a spec of her maternal grandmother's foresight. WHO THEY LIKE BETTER: i can promise she loves her family in equal measure but the question should be who lets her get away with more and that's her father…without a single question. same as he is with her mother. the poor high king has his odds stacked against him. WHO THEY TAKE AFTER MORE: she is much like her father in manner and mind but carries herself similar to her mother which extends to her mischievous qualities, even if each on is well thought out before she partakes. PERSONAL HEADCANON: politically minded, she becomes an honorary herald of her father and eventually emissary that runs between lothlórien. should her father ever step down from his position, it is likely she will find place where he was or inherit lorien. FACE CLAIM: alexandra dowling
#IV. ☽。⋆. the song of the star enchants my heart 「 ɪɴʙᴏx 」#IM SORRY I LOVE HER SM#girl dad gil-galad im just giving the world what it wants
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I’ve noticed you mention Persephone a couple times in regards to Meg and I’m curious how Meg views her and what sort of role and influence she’s had on Meg throughout the years. If you’re ever up for talking about them in more detail. 👀 [ @fireandfae ] ⇀ Send me lore questions
well I should have seen this coming at some point, shouldn’t I? after all, Megaera is so tied up in two of the most well known mythological figures, for all she is someone who barely exists in the mythology as we know it today. but this is my playground now, so let’s peak behind the curtain and into the things Megaera holds so dear that even though she has become very, very acquainted with the lethe, these memories linger, albeit fuzzy at the edges.
to start, we must set the stage just so, by reiterating what has been spoken of at great length previously ( because I am long-winded and I put too much into this not to bring it up ad nauseam ) :
Megaera and her sisters are part of a curious group of children born from Nyx alone. they aren’t quite primordial like some of their siblings, being closer to Titans. but they remain one of the few groups that stayed completely neutral towards their own kin and the next wave of deities, all the way to the Olympians. they could not be swayed by any one side, and that was for the best, given that they must pass judgement and dole out punishments. they reside within Erebus, one of the deepest pits of Hades, the resting place of Primordial Darkness, Erebus himself. a place that, generally, no one is really allowed to just step foot in willy-nilly.
over time, Hades would be gifted rule of the most undesirable location, that is what is from the earth to what lies below, a supposedly poor lot he would, in a way, share with Poseidon, who held rule over all bodies of water and what lay within, even the great depths. but with the Underworld came Tartarus, the gates to the abyssal Erebus, and a realm all its own, housing the great Tartarus within. and further still, the Furies, the Keres, and more of Nyx’s numerous children. by divine right of guests and the divine duty of the hosts, peace was founded between Hades and those who existed within the untamed Underworld. and under the unity of Hades, the Furies became almost an extension of him. a neutral party to side with the only god who did not wish to push his will upon them, and to dictate their duties as he saw fit. ( and should he ever violate this hospitality offered and given, he would be punished not only by Zeus, but also Nemesis or even Nyx herself. )
and for a time things were rather simple in the Underworld, with conflicts being few and far between and solved as swiftly as they appeared. and it ought to have stayed that way until the appearance of Kore, of soon to be Persephone, called Despoina. however she arrived in the Underworld, as bride or gift or destined, she brought with her change. at first the Furies ignored her, for she was but another Olympic god come to trouble the lord of the land in their eyes, and they had so much on their plate already. but when Kore did not just leave, it caused quite a ripple. what being of light and life and nature would linger longer than Dionysus? when called upon to greet her, only three of the Furies would show themselves, Megaera, Alecto, and Tisephone.
this meeting was not one with any passionate display of revulsion and anger or despair as one might hope. no drama to be had, as they believed Hades would not suddenly lead them astray after all this time, and not just for some pretty thing he saw while picking flowers in some field. they knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Kore had a place here, that she belonged here just as they did. they could see it in how her presence had taken root in the stone, how the world seemed to still at her feet, awaiting with baited breath her next command.
the Furies were not unaware what the goddess had done since her arrival; they were not unaware of the advancements she was making, what modifications had already taken root, and what modifications had yet to be made. they could see clear as any how Persephone had begun altering the way which souls came and went. how the unruly lands had blossomed under her hand, given new life and purpose, how even Hades seemed different with her at his side. she had so quickly, so effortlessly taken to the land of the dead, as if she were always meant to be here.
the very landscape of the Underworld was changed under her hands. those lands which Hades had left aside, deeming them as solely belonging to Nyx’s brood, were reclaimed by Persephone, since they had been abandoned. those very lands, connected to the wild Asphodel Meadows, were given new life, a new title, a much needed purpose. the Elysium Fields would become the final resting place of the heroes of old, and the heroes to come. the Asphodel Meadows would become the true resting place of the ordinary souls, the restless spirits which had once meandered here and there. pathways to each land were carefully carved out, and each location gained a new warden, hand picked by Hades once he had approved of Persephone’s vision of the lands he had been bequeathed.
where Hades could be swayed by the pleas of the dead, Persephone was rigid, her softness only showing itself on rare occasions, but her judgement was just and firm. order had shifted, and the duties of the Furies came with such ease now, no longer did they have to track souls, they received them readily within Tartarus. Persephone had extended her hands to the Furies, encouraging their participation in the ruling of the Underworld, wanting to hear their opinions during the judging of souls. to the Keres and those of Death, she extended her ear, her patience.
if Hades was the King of Death, the sovereign of Tartarus, than she, the maiden, sweet as honey, was none other than dread Persephone. Despoina come to take her throne.
to say the very least, what Megaera and her sisters felt at this point was relief. acceptance. Persephone belonged here, by Hades side, with them. ( even when, for a fortnight, one could scarcely separate the two from each others arms, for Persephone wasn’t done with Hades yet. and all the Underworld seemed to gossip of the possibility of an heir. ) and though Megaera had intended to keep her distance from Persephone, the way she had with Hades to this point, she found that Persephone had a kind of magnetism to her. her personality was one which was welcoming, and her attentive nature was attractive, even to the Fury. Persephone was easy to talk to in a way Hades wasn’t, and she understood Megaera’s wants and needs like few others had. theirs, Megaera told herself over and over again, was little more than a friendship rooted in respect, a desire to be held as equals, and built upon by mutual trust.
such feelings, Megaera knew, might spark into something else. did, actually, spark richer, deeper feelings for both the King and Queen. she had begun pinning for them in a way she had never intended to. she was not like Alecto, who could act upon her feelings towards Ares. and she was not like Tisephone, who did not feel romantically. of course, Megaera had no intention of ever acting upon this desire for intimacy. in fact, it was shame, however, at having these feelings, these emotions, that began to bloom within her. this was a weakness, after all, and one that she would never allow to affect her any more than it already had.
it wasn’t difficult for Megaera to put herself aside to continue this relationship with Persephone. she remained quite content to be one of Persephone’s judges. to stand at her side to receive the damned. to converse with her so casually about the state of things above and below, and to welcome her at the gate to the Underworld at the beginning of fall, to lead her, hand in hand, to her awaiting spouse. she laughed, mouth pressed into extended wing, each time Persephone bullied Hades, until she, too, began to bully him during the seasons of Persephone’s leave from her throne. she began to wear her hair in some style Persephone wished to see, began to lower her guard as one might around someone they were close with ...
and then she rebelled. yes, Megaera and her sisters rebelled against the Olympians, and they were punished for it. and Persephone was the one who saw her off. and Persephone would be the one who welcomed her from the despair and anger rich depths of the Styx when, at last, she was freed of her mortal coil. that tenderness which Persephone showed to Megaera then had left a mark on her for eternity. so it is no wonder that she mourned for Persephone when, as the age of gods began to end, she vanished.
the Underworld would never be the same, then, nor now.
it was Persephone who shaped Megaera into a being worthy of being called a warden of the Underworld, who had, unknowingly, shaped her into the sharp tongued STYX agent she is today. and if she could be reunited with Persephone now, eons later, perhaps her heart might stutter, perhaps she will hold out her hand at the gate to the Underworld and welcome her home..
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HUMOUR SPARKS BEHIND THE GREYEST HUES, HER TEETH BARED AND SHARP LIKE A WOLF SMILING ALL THE SAME. the bar reeks of stale smoke and forgotten ambitions, cheap whisky brought to her lips counters copper still permeating air. ❛ clear to who, kjære? ❜ monstrous instincts poison, seep into the mask of humanity she fights until the surge of shadow and blood overcomes. yet, she'd never carve them out - no blade that could pierce that deep into a soul that devours light and craves carnage. but oh, she tries to hide it. the agent is so renowned in craft, endearing enough to counter the GRYM.
darcy turns in the creaking stool, her boots scuffed along the grimy floor as she stands. she finishes her drink and raises her hand for another, though she could down a river's worth without feeling anything. ❛ i'm not very scary, am i? ❜ cold amusement, that twitch of something slumbering beneath her bones worn in a lopsided grin. MELODY OF VICTIMS CRIES A FRESH REMNANT OF HER EVENING, PATHETIC AS HE WAS. they all plead the same in the end. ❛ you seem rattled. have a drink. ❜
❛ i know you’re not right in the head. i mean, that’s pretty damn clear. but i’m not scared of you. ❜ @fatalhymn
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𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄. her fingertips stained in foraged flora to tend his brood of children, each tenant of ancient wisdom instilled with care. the least of her burdens, an earned trust which eased an emptiness and reforged purpose. a divine calling to understand those held at the tip of so many blades, crushed under the violence of willful ignorance worldwide. not that she laid faith in that which could not be seen, that which has forgotten her to rust under sorrow.
no longer, it seems. the thought of leaving, of walking away fills her with visceral dread. every century of solitude holds onto her bones, a reminder of what it felt like to be abandoned. left behind to lands beyond her reach, no kin, no country, nor place to call home.
the dark wild curls brushed over her shoulder. his presence moves her fëa. aligning instincts, stirring darkened longings and giving them hearth to ignite. 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆. alcariel falters in concentration, tome and quill forgotten with the press of his lips against the raised skin. adar's mark worn as pride, as anchor. pressed to the edge as a heart beating upon her sleeve, her breath catches. softest exhale shattered by want. ❛ do you tire of seeing it yet? ❜ a taunt held at the tip of her tongue, body swayed with a dance of quiet need sung in her hips.
head adjusted in slight, offering more to adorn and burn. her hand woven into callous, a scarred palm brought to her lips. each kiss planted with REVERENCE. ❛ or do you like knowing what's yours, írima hér? ❜ her voice a husk of broken spring, as if to dare his word otherwise.
a kiss on the back of the neck @uruuk 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 //𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠
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ngl i’ve been team cap all the way ever since the movie came out. I’m a loyal lady what can i say 😌💅💍 <33 but I can’t believe I’m seeing u post for steve too hehe—first loki then him omg *bows dramatically* ultron! steve is my favorite of the bunch, then after that it’s the winter soldier steve bc damn… gosh don’t make me thirst over someone else pls i’m having a hard enough time staying focused on one blorbo rn as it is 😂
OH EM GEE—
rest assured, babes, now that you have told me you're a steve girlie, i WILL make sure you fall even harder for him—though i don't think it is possible considering you have been loyal to the man for so long, and that's proof enough of how much of a goner you're for him—still, i am going to try my best to add steve to your current list of blorbos, hehe (sylus won't pout too much though, would he? xD)
also, kass, your tastes are simply *CHEF'S KISS*x10
my favourite moment of ultron!steve has to be when he meets clint's family—he looks sooo cuteee here, doesn't he?
(i high-key wanted to smooch the living daylights out of him in this scene here, like, *MWAH MWAH MWAH*^n (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶))
honorary—very necessary—mention:
(i was looking sooo respectfully at captain rogers here; i swear i was!) (;P)
maybe this too, yeah:
(look at how utterly adorably the cutie-patootie sniffs his drink here, babes (╥﹏╥)) (also his outfit for the party... DAYUM)
winter soldier!steve too holds a rly special place in my heart, yes yes (◡‿◡✿) and i know i'm repeating right now, but you've a very good taste, babes; i love it very much—ILYVM <333
#some other day i'll show you my fave pre-serum!steve moments#he's just so precious to me#both pre-serum & post-serum 1943!steve are actually v dear to me#i wish nothing bad ever happened to him </3 :((#𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐬 𖹭#ɪɴʙᴏx#𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨
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hii neesie! i just want to give you praise for that nanami fic! you had me biting my nails reading it 😭 but seriously it was so good!!!!!
AAAAHH im so glad you enjoyed it!! please cherub’s apple is probably my favorite fic I’ve ever worked on 😭 the brain rot was so real
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