#Hades Cup

[milflaszlo]

The heart of a man is a simple one Small and soft, flesh and blood... 📹: @medium-observation

[saintmachina]

[i-might-secretly-be-a-turtle]

Starting a collection

[yesiknowlahee]

In my Stayborough Enjoyer era and it's a lonely love indeed. Just ghosts and like 20 of the "Where's my hug guy"

[happyk44]

Zeus: infodumps about birds, order and structure and law, the "why and because" of it all, and why the clouds change

Hera: infodumps about marriage customs throughout the world, pregnancy and that whole process from conception to birth, and different types of organization

Poseidon: infodumps about fish and other marine animals, with a very specific focus on sharks

Demeter: infodumps about agriculture and trees

Hestia and Hades: listen patiently every single time, even when it's something they've already been told

[donttouchhadesbaklava]

Hades absolutely let his little girls use make-up on him.

Yes! Hades just loves playing with his girls. From pink tea parties, playing princesses to letting them cover his face in makeup.

He just goes along with it as they put lip stick and fake nails on him 🤣. Sitting venting about his day while Melione just nods along, painting his nails pink.

Hades just can't say no to them, especially if they want something. One look from their faces, and he's caving in.

[ourladyofeternity]

Hey everyone, let's talk

It feels like forever since I last posted here, so settle in because this is going to be quite the read.

First things first, I'm Elizabeth (or Ely, Elle, Ellie—whatever works), a 29-year-old from Mexico (hence the broken English). I'm passionate about all things art, but music, particularly singing, has always been my true love. It's been my lifeline since I can remember, even if I'm not exactly a prodigy!

My journey in the arts has been anything but conventional. It all started when I joined the "Orquesta Sinfónica Esperanza Azteca" program at 14, and for nearly a decade, music was my world. Then, life threw its curveballs—I went to college, started working, and, well, the funny pandemic happened, I was homeless for a bit. Amidst all this, I've also been navigating life with anxiety, depression, and what I suspect might be autism and ADHD.

But let's talk about the bright spots—the arts. In 2022, I stumbled upon a tiny theater school offering workshops in musical theater (that I must emphasize, these have not been produced with lucrative ends, meaning we do not earn money from these, we pretty much as students and company propose the plays and then we do the work from adaptation to production, etc), and this year I will be presenting my fifth, which will be Sweeney Todd - School Edition (♪It's me, hi, I am Lucy, it's me♪), amongst the production we have participated recently in a very important competition, the Performer Cup, where we won the first place, and here we are gearing up for the World Pass in Italy this September.

Now, here's where you come in. I need your help to make this dream a reality. We're aiming to raise $3,000 USD to cover travel, accommodation, and other expenses. But beyond that, I want to extend this fundraising effort to support other team members facing financial barriers.

I'll leave links below to videos, photos, and fundraising platforms. Your support means the world to me, whether it's through donations, sharing this post, or simply cheering us on.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for sticking with me through it all. Let's make this journey to Italy together!

With love and gratitude, Elizabeth

[miceenscene]

i feel like i would enjoy this premise better if it wasn't Hades & Persephone based. it's so vaguely H&P at this point that it wouldn't have been hard to not, just take five more steps and make it fully original. but it is H&P so I keep mentally comparing it to other adaptations and just... it's not as good.

[abimee]

finally azem has a doll of her girlfriend

[bibiana112]

I bought a Reese's peanut butter cups because it was down five bucks which pushed it from unreasonable extra money for an international product to regular treat range so I could try it out and WHY THE FUCK IS IT SO STRONG HOW DO YOU MAKE A TINY SWEET LINGER IN THE AIR

[dullahandyke]

-_-

[not-so-blue]

DIONYSUS' FESTIVITIES in HADES II

I'm into lots of different things, but war just isn't one of them. What's the use, we gods can't die! But we can live! So raise a cup while we can, yeah?

[happyk44]

in one corner are the girls. hestia is the mediator between the other two's dispute, gently coaxing them away from their violent desires and soothing them both over a cup of tea and some warm buttered bread, fully utilizing her sweet sisterly parenting

and in the other corner, hades is holding zeus over his head in air jail, one foot on poseidon's chest to keep him down because neither of them want to listen to the words "stop fucking fighting" and he is so so tired

[moonlight-prose]

SWEETNESS OF THE DAMNED

a/n: this was a quick drabble at first, but somehow turned into an allegory for persophone and hades. which isn’t surprising for me given that i’m already plotting october fics. logan isn’t a monster in this, nor is he a vampire even though the vibe and title may give that off. i just really love gothic vibes in everything i write so who better to give it to than old man logan.

summary: when night falls and wine overflows in glasses of crystal, logan finds his home in between your thighs.

word count: 1.2k+

pairing: old man!logan howlett x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, p in v sex, alcohol consumption, allegories for persephone and hades, biting, scratching even though he heals, cumplay, overstimulation, squirting, dirty talk, older logan is so filthy i’m blushing.

The acrid embers of the fire burned your nose the deeper your breaths became. Red wine remained chocolatey and bitter on your tongue; the dinner you tried to eat quickly was now forgotten in favor of something else. You thought you could smell the cigar he smoked on the porch an hour ago on his bare skin. You couldn't.

Not when his fingers dug into your hips, lips pressed against the shell of your ear. He grunted with each slap of skin. The wet slick of how he pounded into you echoed loud and bright in the cabin.

You would have been embarrassed if it weren't for the sounds he let out. The way his eyes fell shut the closer you got to that fiery peak.

"C'mon baby," he sighed, ragged and needy. "I can feel ya."

Wine had gone to your head the second he poured you a third glass. Your red dress of crushed velvet lay in a heap on the floor. A pair of his jeans and a shirt beside it. The soft fabric of his flannel was smooth beneath your knees where he dropped it. Careful to keep your skin from going raw as he took you before dinner could even finish.

The alcohol is what brought this night to an early conclusion.

You already knew it would happen. Hoped for it on long days with hours that stretched for miles. Ached for his presence when you curled up in bed—the scent of his body still stuck on the cotton sheets. Logan promised to give you everything with a soft kiss at the door, his fingers gripping your chin to hold you there a minute longer. To slip his tongue past your maroon painted lips and lick along your teeth.

"'S too much," you garbled.

He laughed as you clenched around his leaking cock—tearing a deep moan from his chest. The heat of his body burned its way into yours where the fireplace couldn't reach. Each muscle and ridge along his stomach pressed into your back—his hips strong enough to break you slowed into punishing thrusts that bounced you on his thighs.

Time didn't exist; seasons began to blend into one.

The both of you resided where spring met summer and the shadow of night met fall's full moon. You wore a crown of wilted flowers—red spilling over your hands from where he asked you to bite into his skin. This was your damned hour. Your time of need.

You were the other half of an already broken soul, and he found that in your absence he couldn't hold it together for quite as long.

"You feel that?" His hand cupped your cunt—fingers spread around where he ended and you began. "She's leakin' for me baby."

"L-Logan," you gasped your throat thick with too many emotions.

The slow grind of his hips into yours sent your body hurtling towards yet another release. Your stomach was sticky where his other hand pressed - already coated in the three before. Holding onto the fraying pieces of your mind proved to be difficult when his teeth latched onto your shoulder. His fingers drew a shape around the edge of your throbbing clit.

His initials.

"You want another one don't ya honey?"

Yes. No. Please never fucking stop.

Instead all you could get out was a whine of his name. Your back arched into his hold, head pressed hard against his chest, as you fought to keep up with him. To grind against his lap and feel the drag of his cock along your walls.

"Yeah. You do," he murmured against your ear. "She wants to be good for me."

Down in the base of your stomach you felt the familiar pull of bliss begin to draw tight. You knew what came next. The rush of mind numbing pleasure trickled into your veins. Slowly drawing you higher with each stunted thrust—each echo of his fingers toying with your stretched cunt. You could count the seconds until it finally burst.

"I'm gonna–" The breath caught in your throat, hands clasping around his wrists as something shifted. "F-Fuck. Logan I'm–"

"Fuck yeah ya are," he grunted into your neck. "Gonna lick you clean after this. Get my fuckin' dessert."

His cock pounded deep against your walls, fingers pulling up the hood of your clit to circle rapidly against nerves that were already shot. And you sobbed his name. Your nails drew red angry marks on his arms that healed moments later; your body too fucking rigid and too hot to process what the fuck he was doing.

Elysium and the River Styx were ripping you apart. As if you were being pulled in two very different directions.

A clatter echoed beside you when he reached for your glass of wine, still stained with the now faded red of your lipstick. You felt his thigh shake—his cock twitching in the heat of your body. You wondered if this is what it felt like to burn alive. The sweet aching bliss of being held by your lover as he drowned you in the fire. Would this be how he took you to the Underworld?

The cold wash of wine spilled along your body as he poured out the remainder of the glass. His tongue quickly dragged across your blistering skin—drinking the cabernet off your body with a raspy groan of your name.

"'M almost there." He gripped the back of your neck and yanked you back with a kiss. His tongue plunging into your mouth—sharing the wine as his fingers pressed hard and fast against your swollen bud. "Give it to me huh? Fuckin' cum on my cock."

Your release ripped through your body with a scream. The echo of his name came back to you eventually, yet you couldn't figure out if you were the one saying it. With your nails piercing his skin, he felt you gush, choking his cock and milking him dry. A splatter of something wet landed on his thighs as he wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you still.

To bury himself as deep as he could go and finish with a blissful ragged groan against your shoulder. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over your spent body and you felt him fill you until it began to leak out. Coating the inside of your thighs.

"Are you breathing?" he chuckled, lips sliding along your neck to find your mouth.

You answered with a whimper. Which proved enough for him.

The stickiness of the wine began to dry against your bare body while his fingers dragged through the mixture of your cum that stuck to your thigh. He sighed—content and warm—as he lowered himself to the floor. His back pressed against your clothes and softening cock still buried in your dripping cunt.

"Speak to me bub." His fingers tapped your cheek, nose nudging against your jaw. "I can't have killed ya."

"You almost did," you mumbled, barely able to open your eyes.

Exhaustion sunk right down to your bones the longer you lay there wrapped in his arms. You knew the both of you should shower. Clean up and actually eat something in its entirety this time around. Logan would say the same if it weren't for the comforting press of your weight against his body. He cupped your breasts, thumbs toying with your peaked nipples, and kissed you with a sigh.

The both of you should say something to get the other moving. Yet neither of you did.

Instead you were met with silence and the crackle of the fire. Time, now a nonexistent variable to a night spent in each other's arms.

[quarterlifekitty]

Your charm bracelet from Simon includes:

A blackened steel chain

A pomegranate. You told him about how your relationship reminded you of Hades and Persephone, what with the amount of leave he gets. You wait for him to come home, and to bring spring with him.

A tea cup charm and a sugar bowl charm. Because of how you’ve become a part of his daily routine, and made his life sweeter.

A notepad. You guys are serial note-leavers around the house.

A gas stove. His love language is cooking for you. Food is special to him, as someone who didn’t have the best nutrition growing up.

A metronome. He’s constantly keeping time almost subconsciously— you can often turn and ask “how long did that take?” And he’ll have an exact answer.

A VHS tape. Your relationship was forged in the fires of B-movie viewings.

A crescent moon. Each time he comes home from deployment, he ends up home at night, and you’re dead to the world. So you get to go to bed without him and wake up next to him.

[luxmoogle]

Sora vs Vincent Valentine.

Can we all agree that that would be so cool?

The Underdrome, Hades Cup.