#Following Eurydice

[impoliticwestie]

Where does writing begin? Where do photographs begin? Has anyone ever called her by her right name? Would anyone ever do so? Why photograph if not in the name of the invisible, of the shadow of what or who is lost among the ashes of burned maps? How to locate her when the only map was one of her own making?

[lturnips]

Someone who doesn't know anything about greek mythology watching Kaos: yh this is probs pretty accurate

Someone who knows a fair bit about greek mythology watching Kaos: this is so inaccurate they have changed everything

Someone who had studied greek mythology watching Kaos: omg omg omg so much of this is so accurate

[flwrkid14]

Love, in All its Impossible Forms

Tim Drake loves with everything he has. He always has. And maybe that’s his fatal flaw—he doesn’t know how to hold back. He throws himself into it the way he throws himself into everything else: completely, recklessly, without a second thought for his own safety.

But love, for Tim, is never simple. It comes in forms that twist and tangle, leaving scars even as it gives him something to hold onto. And if you ask him, he could probably tell you exactly what kinds of love he’s experienced.

There’s love that is doomed.

Steph was chaos, energy, and unrelenting determination wrapped in a bright smile. She was Tim’s equal and his opposite all at once, and when he loved her, he did so fiercely, wholeheartedly. She didn’t just step into his world—she tore through it, unapologetic and unstoppable, showing Tim a version of himself that didn’t have to be so calculated, so controlled.

But their lives were chaos, a whirlwind of masks and missions, and when the dust settled, there was never enough left of them to make it last. Tim loves her in a way that feels like holding sand; no matter how tightly he grips, she keeps slipping through his fingers. And maybe that’s why he held on so hard—because he knew she’d never stay. Steph was never meant to be tamed, and Tim loved her too much to try.

Even when it ends, there’s no anger, no resentment. They don’t blame each other for the way things fall apart. They don’t have to. They always knew, deep down, that no matter how much they wanted to hold on, it was never meant to last. It wasn’t about a lack of love—it was about the world they lived in, the lives they led, and the way they could never quite fit together the way they needed to.

Steph was the love that burned brightly but couldn’t last, no matter how much either of them wanted it to. She was the fire he couldn’t hold onto, the storm he couldn’t contain, and the one who left her mark on him in ways he’d never forget. They were love, doomed from the start.

Then there's love that dooms them.

Kon wasn't just Tim's best friend—he was everything. A partner in every sense of the word. Loving Kon felt like second nature, so easy and so effortless that Tim didn't realize how deeply it ran until it was too late. Until Kon was gone.

When Kon died, it destroyed Tim. Grief didn't come in waves-it came in obsessions.

Tim couldn't let go, so he didn't. He turned to stolen data and secret labs, creating clone after clone in a desperate attempt to fill the void Kon left behind

It wasn't about moving on. It wasn't about closure. It was about holding on to the only person who ever made Tim feel like he could breathe, even when it was killing him to do so.

When Kon returned, whole and alive, it should have been everything Tim had dreamed of. But the shadows of what Tim had done lingered between them. The lengths he went to, the obsession that fueled him—it left cracks in the foundation of what they once were. Kon loved Tim, he always would, but part of him wondered if he'd ever been loved for who he was, or for what Tim couldn't let himself lose.

And Tim, for all his brilliance, couldn't figure out how to bridge the gap he'd created. He oved Kon with everything he had, but love born out of desperation carried its own weight, and he wasn't sure how to lay it down.

So they stayed in the gray space between what they were and what they could have been, bound by love so fierce it hurt, but too fractured to fully mend. They were doomed by their love.

Finally, there’s love that dooms anybody else.

Danny is chaos, but not the kind that breaks Tim—it’s the kind that grounds him. Danny exists between worlds, between life and death, and yet he’s more alive than anyone Tim has ever met. He doesn’t fit neatly into any box, doesn’t follow any rules, and yet there’s something about him that feels inevitable, like gravity or the pull of the tide.

Danny doesn’t ask for Tim’s sacrifices. He doesn’t need to be saved, doesn’t want Tim to burn himself out in the name of love. Instead, Danny challenges Tim to slow down, to stop trying so hard to hold the world together and just be. With Danny, Tim learns how to live in the moment, how to breathe without feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders.

It isn’t an easy love, but it isn’t supposed to be. It’s a love that demands courage, the kind that doesn’t come from donning a cape or taking a hit for someone else. It’s the courage to be vulnerable, to stop hiding behind plans and strategies, and let someone see every cracked, raw piece of himself. Danny is relentless in breaking down Tim’s walls, not to fix him but to show him that he’s worthy of being whole.

Together, they are something untouchable. Their love is an anchor and a storm, a lighthouse and the waves crashing against the shore. It’s a love so big, so consuming, that it leaves no room for anything else.

And that’s where the doom lies.

They are the kind of love that consumes the world around them, leaving it scorched and battered in their wake. Not because they want to hurt anyone, but because their connection is so fierce, so all-encompassing, that nothing else can survive in its shadow. They are the eye of the hurricane, calm and steady, while everything outside is chaos.

It’s the kind of love that makes people ache to touch it, to understand it, even as it destroys them. The kind of love that people will write stories about and linger in though, long after the last page has turned. Love, that will echo through time in whispers and legends. But no one will ever truly understand it, because no one else could ever bear the weight of it.

Danny is the love that makes Tim believe he might deserve to be happy after all. Together, they are the love that dooms anybody else—unapologetic, overwhelming, and utterly unforgettable.

[romatito]

oh no, lovino!! 🫣🫣

part one || part two || part three

[icejello]

Me, in class learning about bleeding disorders: mmm...

My brain: you should make a joongdok Eurydice and Orpheus AU

Me: wha-

My brain: Yjh is Orpheus, Eurydice is Kdj

Me: now wait a sec-

My brain: (quick flash of how the story would go) okay now focus back in your class

Me: wtf- hey??

My brain: (goes silent)

Anyways I'll post the idea of it once i have the time bcs if I don't then i think it will continue to haunt me

[trevination]

okay so actually the girl who played eurydice had to leave halfway through the rehearsal soooo i got to be eurydice and i got to sing promises, wait for me reprise, doubt comes in, all of that and it WAS SO FUNNNNN

[diamondsunbursts-and-marblehalls]

dead boy detectives is the perfect cure for a broken heart

[demigod-shenanigans]

The thing about my Orpheus Eurydice fic is that it will end well. I’ll spoil that part right from the beginning.

Leo will get Jason back. And he will realize just how much he’s loved and that he deserves to be loved exactly like that. Leo gets to be happy in this house.

That doesn’t mean much of the journey isn’t going to suck though!

[impoliticwestie]

... FINDING SIGNS OF HER EVERYWHERE.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Me, writing a fic and muttering under my breath: I will shove the unsubtle Greek myth allusions in if it is the LAST thing I do-

[melveres]

Amir Daydreamer - my other storm wizard 🌩️

The youngest son of a rich family and part kangaroo.

[polarchariot]

so many drawing ideas but i feel too embarrassed to draw them dies dies dies

[qoldenskies]

ive discovered so much music looking for inspo for this fic that i might just man up and make a whole playlist for it LMAO

[captainclickycat]

Incidentally the first version of the Orpheus myth I was ever told was the version my grandad told me and a friend when we were preteens or thereabouts, and the way he told it Orpheus’s main motivation for looking back was essentially “oh crap, what if she looks like a rotting corpse”

To this day I don’t know if that’s an established version of the myth or whether he just put that in to make the whole story more amusing to a couple of ten-year-olds

[distrxst]

gonna work mainly on asks today . just feels easier rn::

[dozyrogue]

Call me crazy but it's fine

On tiktok i keep getting videos of couples poking fun of orpheus and eurydice. Basically one walks in front and leads the other somewhere. A lil jokey joke.

BUT

My brain cant help but say they just dont get it. Like Orpheus loved Eurydice SOOOOOO MUCH that the idea of not being able to hear her and see her was torture for him ans when he thought they were safe he turned around to celebrate but she wasn't in the clear yet. Or another telling of the story is Eurydice trips and Orpheus turns to catch her. Any variation of the story orpheus turning around is AN ACT OF LOVE. HE LOVES HER SO MUCH THAT HE HAS TO TURN AROUND. HE HAS TO.

And its even better because Eurydice doesn't get mad at him for turning cuz she'd probably do the same. Because she loves him.

Like your telling me your just ok an normal walking in front of your lover and u don't wanna turn around for just a moment to make sure their still behind u and ok??? I DON'T BELIEVE. ARENT U AFRAID TO LOOSE THEM IN A BUSY PUBLIC PLACE, ARENT U GONNA TURN AROUND TO MAKE SURE THEIR STILL THERE???

TURNING AROUND IS AN ACT OF LOVE. AND THAT ITSELF IS THE TRAGEDY OF ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE.