#The Eros of may

[smallraindrops-blog]

The Eros of May

WMFTD!Y/N x Hypnos

(Day 21)

Wordcount: 300

Summary: Told in snapshots. There is a beautiful man with sleepy golden eyes, warm skin kissed by the sun and the lingering days of spring.

Warnings: no beta

notes: a writing challenge for myself, I took two different challenges and mashed them together. Credit to this post and this post and their creator for making these challenges.

One more thing, these are out-of-order, not a straight timeline. Sorry for any confusion.

To find the rest, use ‘The eros of may’ tag please.

Porch

The sun dipped in lavender twilight, the humidity finally dying off with it. Hypnos slump into the swing patio chair with a groan, his feet dangling off the side as the chair begins to sway. 

The breeze was finally beginning to pick up but the heat of the day was baked into the earth at this point.

He grimaced as he fanned himself. His hair was up in a messy bun, exposing his smooth nape.“So hot today. We might go back for a dip in the ocean.”

You grunted in agreement, tearing your eyes away as you decided to lay on the cool wood of the porch, rolling onto your stomach and resting your head on folded arms. 

The ‘lake’ house’s ac broke that morning and Hypnos’ apartment was ancient, with only a window unit that barely worked.

Fingers brushed along your spine, then disappeared only to return a moment later but you didn’t move. It repeated a few times before Hypnos spoke up.

”I called that guy, he will be here tomorrow.” Hypnos said in apology, the swing chair loud in the quiet. You lifted your head up, “ Don’t blame you. Just bad timing.” 

The conversation ended there, and you closed your eyes. 

You heard Hypnos get off the chair, then a weight settled on your hips and you twisted your head around to lift an eyebrow at him. 

He gestured at you to lay back down. 

You grumbled but obeyed with a huff, closing your eyes again. With slow, even movements, his slender fingers gently work into your skin. You gave an appreciated moan, both at his touch and at the strong breeze that flew past.

”I don’t know if I like your back the most or your chest.” Hypnos confessed, pausing to work out a knot between your shoulder blades. You hummed, he could admit to murder right now and you wouldn’t care much as long he kept working his magic.

Once the knot was gone, Hypnos leaned down, his chest against your back, his lips brushing against your ear. “You know- I heard certain activities could help beat the heat as they say.”

”Oh?” You rumbled, amused. “Maybe you should show me.” 

With that Hypnos rolled, you took a moment to miss the free massage then you got up to follow him, his hand in yours.

[reverend-tholomew]

Pumpkin Night and Mai-chan's Daily Life

[g0rechan]

whisper mfs gonna fliP

[darkstalker-elise]

yummy x righteous x DEVIL GIRL DNA [Ayesha GMV]

[eros-ghoulette]

1am

Ifrit fell asleep.

Characters: Ifrit, Zephyr Word count: 332

my attempt for mushy may day 1. Thanks to @forlorn-crows for the fantastic prompts <3

When Zephyr finally entered their room, they found Ifrit in their bed. The blanket was neatly draped over his legs, his hearing aid still in place, saliva dripping onto the pillow beneath his head. The fireghoul's laptop was also still on, and a documentary was playing in the background. Lions. Zephyr had no idea what Ifrit found so interesting about those overgrown cats.

They walked up to their bed, leaning their cane aside, as they tried to be as quiet as possible, to not wake their mate. Ifrit had something about him to look incredibly innocent when he was asleep. And the airghoul had no idea if it was because of his adorable features, the messy hair, or just the fact that it was Ifrit they were talking about. Either way, they loved it to watch him sleep.

As they turned off his laptop, the guitarist grumbled and turned onto his back. Zeph suppressed a chuckle as they saw his tail wrapped around the leg that slipped out under the blanket. They knew how touch starved Ifrit was and that said tail would wrap around their tail as soon as they would lay down.

But when Zeph wanted to take Ifrit's hearing aid off, the other stirred and cracked an eye open.

“'ph?”, he mumbled, half asleep and sat up.

“You fell asleep,” Zephyr told him, their voice soft.

“How late is it?” One of his hands found its way to rub over his eyes, making him look even cuter, and Zephyr wanted nothing more than to kiss him.

“1am,” they answered and walked over to their wardrobe to get changed quickly.

“Hmph.” The fireghoul snuggled back into the mattress, closing his eyes again, and Zephyr could only chuckle.

Finally, they also laid down beside him and as predicted, the other's tail immediately intertwined with theirs. Zephyr kissed his forehead, a smile on their lips as they felt Ifrit leaning into their side, wanting the affection even though he was barely awake.

[hysterical-and-uselesss]

Bingo delle fiction rai di @omarfor-orchestra, non potevo non farlo. Il mio destino era segnato fin dalla tenera età (pagatemi i danni!!!).

Quelle che non conosco proprio sono in tutto solo sei, delle altre ho visto almeno qualche episodio prima di mollarle, oppure ne ho beccato un episodio ogni tanto senza mai seguirle con continuità (per esempio cdca e updc).

[oatmealdaydreams]

Random Commentary 1

I'm currently rewatching FWSA (Flirting With Social Anxiety). I want to get a better idea and understanding of Nico Flores as a character.

Oh yeah, I decided to write the Karrot Kings fic I mentioned earlier. The Nico-meets-the-Sides-but-also-other-things-happen idea that I shared. Y'all got excited, so I decided it was worth writing.

Anyway: this is the gayest episode in all of Sanders Sides.

Not limited to -> Prinxiety undertones, Roman & Virgil being literal Gay Panic, the fact that Virgil is in charge of all of Thomas' stims because excited/nervous energy, Purple Eyeshadow moment, the Plant Incident, canonical love interest is just as gay and awkward as Thomas is, flower motif is strong in this one, and the ever-dreaded boiled carrots

Back to our regularly scheduled gay chaos and possible arson as I struggle to create plot.

[peapod20001]

@carbonateddelusion

And Ero took that literally

[smallraindrops-blog]

The Eros of May

WMFTD!Y/N x Hypnos

(Day 19)

Wordcount: 260

Summary: Told in snapshots. There is a beautiful man with sleepy golden eyes, warm skin kissed by the sun and the lingering days of spring.

Warnings: no beta

notes: a writing challenge for myself, I took two different challenges and mashed them together. Credit to this post and this post and their creator for making these challenges.

One more thing, these are out-of-order, not a straight timeline. Sorry for any confusion.

To find the rest, use ‘The eros of may’ tag please.

Instrument

The musical notes were so faint you were sure you dreamt it. Then it grew louder.

Hypnos grumbled against your neck, his curls brushing against your chin as he tried to bury himself deeper into your side. 

His knee pushed dangerously into your stomach as he tossed a leg over you, one arm clinging on your shoulder as he yanked the blanket up higher.

You blinked, half wake as you tried to pinpoint where the music was coming from.

You turned your head around on the pillow, frowning at the window. Hypnos's cute little apartment was high up, away from the noisy streets. Not close to the city center or anything like that.

”Hypnos, where is that coming from?” You rasped, voice sleep rough.

”My neighbor. Some blonde guy with a lyre.” Hypnos moaned. “I thought we had an agreement not to play before nine.” 

Your eyes darted to the clock. It was six on the dot. You scowled. “A lyre?”

Did they even make those anymore? 

“Yup. A really nice one too. I bet it would make good firewood.” Hypnos smiled evilly, his eyes closed. You chuckled at that, kissing his smiling lips. 

There was some more noise, slamming doors followed by yelling, loud slapping, a wailing of ‘Artemis, no!’

Then blissful quiet. 

“Oh thanks gods.” Hypnos sighed and you slumped along with him, idly brushing a hand over his curls. He immediately went right back to sleep.

You huffed, a little jealous but not really minding that much as you laid there, holding him close as the sun rose over the horizon.

[satoshi-mochida]

Death end re;Quest Code Z first details, screenshots

From Gematsu

Compile Heart has released the first information and screenshots for roguelike RPG Death end re;Quest Code Z, which is due out for PlayStation 5, PlayStation 4, and Switch on September 19 in Japan.

Get the details below.

[Violence/Gore warning; they weren't kidding with that CERO Z rating]

■ Story

A story in which various “parallel worlds” exist. Iris was born in “DE-1 World,” which is the spitting image of Earth in the 2000s. The “spiral” of tragedy that continues to loop created by Iris’ birth is gradually unraveling thanks to the activities of Arata Mizunashi and company. And so Iris, who regained good will, created “DE-1.5 World,” a replica of “DE-1 World.” This was an ideal world where those expected to fight were kind to one another, and where everything was in sync. However, a new crisis drew near even in this world. A mysterious man appears, and the heroines are in danger. And so new protagonist Sayaka Hiwatari must face against a chaotic scene of friends and foes alike. The battle against the upper world is about to enter a new phase…

■ Key Features

Significantly More Gruesome Expressions in the Series’ First CERO Z-Rated Entry

Death end re;Quest Code Z is loaded with event scenes that vividly depict the characters in bloodshed and after death. Additionally, intense sound effects significantly enhance the game’s sense of realism, which includes bones breaking, flesh tearing, and necks twisting.

A Completely New Story Featuring a Cast of All-Stars

Featuring numerous popular returning characters from previous entries as well as new characters, Death end re;Quest Code Z is a new story connected to past titles. The player teams up with the cheerful and positive new protagonist Sayaka Hiwatari, and the story advances as they work together. Unravel the inner workings of the world and approach the mastermind.

A Roguelike RPG That Can Be Played Again and Again

The alternate dimension known as the “Strain Area” is a 3D dungeon that changes structure each time you enter. With terrain, enemies, traps, and items that change upon every entry, unexpected “deaths” await!

■ Characters

Iris

Sayaka Hiwatari (voiced by Yoshino Aoyama)

Shina Ninomiya (voiced by Hisako Tojo)

Mai Toyama (voiced by Chiwa Saitou)

Yurisa Yamamura (voiced by Yuuki Kuwahara)

Order of Aphasis

Liliana Pinnata (voiced by Manaka Iwami)

Artists / Celebrities

Kaede Hizumi (voiced by Marika Kouno)

Chloe Aaron (voiced by Chiyo Tomaru)

Svetlana Amou (voiced by Chinami Hashimoto)

Chosen Citizens

Hinata Morikubo (voiced by Minami Tanaka)

Unknown

Rotten Dollhart (voiced by Madoka Asahina)

■ Theme Songs

Opening Theme Song

Title: “Over my DEAD copy”

Singer: Gesshoku Kaigi

Writer / Composer / Arrangement: Gesshoku Kaigi

Ending Theme Song

Title: “Zion”

Singer: Gesshoku Kaigi

Writer / Composer / Arrangement: Gesshoku Kaigi

View the screenshots at the gallery. Visit the official website here.

[shisasan]

Naked Tango - Slaughterhouse Dance Scene

[gelatinatremolante]

Era una delle giornate più noiose tra le giornate noiose, questo però fino alle ore 13 e qualche minuto quando Veronica mi ha rivelato di essere incinta e ho reagito nell'unico modo in cui è possibile reagire a una notizia del genere cioè urlando e guardandola a bocca aperta e con gli occhi spalancati dicendo: "Ma cosa stai dicendo???????" per poi aggiungere solo dopo "Auguri!!" e "Che bello!!".

[seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana]

One Last Goodbye

MC and Josh clean out their mother’s office at H.E.R.A., and say goodbye to her one last time.

@megatraven

I hope you enjoy this quick fic :).

And I chose Melody as first name since I always use that for her and had to pick “Cooper” as the last name quickly so there’s that quick explanation. Enjoy.

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MC sat in the passenger seat while Josh drove to H.E.R.A. headquarters. It was a nice Saturday morning with the sun shining, the cool breeze blowing, and the people of New York going about their day. MC stared out the window, eyes never staying in one spot. There were couples holding hands, friends talking and laughing, someone walking their dog, a few business men leaving their regular lunch cafe, and all sorts of people out there. A part of her felt jealous as she passed by. Jealous of how happy they seemed in the moment, while she was miserable.

Their mother was dead. Her funeral was a week ago, but it felt like it was just yesterday. The grief and emptiness still surrounded them both, only filled by the others presence. They tried to keep themselves busy to not think of the grief and sadness, but now they had to face it all head on. Their mothers office needed to be cleaned out, and the two immediately cleared a day to go and take what was theirs. What was their mothers.

MC tuned back in to the world when Josh pulled into a parking garage and into a spot. She looked over at him with a tiny smile. “How many boxes am I carrying?”

He snorted. “I’ll take majority, so only take a few.”

They both got out and took their share of the boxes in the trunk of the car, and walked to the front desk of H.E.R.A. Josh spoke for MC, even saying her name when they asked for both of theirs, and explained why they were there. “Agent Melody Cooper is our mother, and we’re here to clean out her office.”

MC looked at the ground, too afraid to look at anyone, but she heard the agent’s little wince at hearing their mothers name. It was a little stab into her heart, a reminder of how important their mother was. However, she pushed it aside and kept her tears away, hiding them for another time.

Once they had permission, they went to the office, both silent as they passed by multiple agents and other workers. They only spoke when they said “thanks” to everyone that offered their sympathies. It soothed a piece of their heart, but it broke again as soon as they got to her office door. Their hearts were heavy as Josh unlocked the door, and both felt a mix of disappointment and sadness when their mother wasn’t waiting on the inside, like she usually was.

“Is it bad that I was hoping she’d be here, waiting for us?” MC asked as she placed her boxes on the ground.

“No,” he said sadly, “I was thinking she would be here.” Her death didn’t truly cement in their minds. Josh sometimes waited for a call that would never come, a call from their mother saying she was on her way home or that she’d be home a little late. She usually called him first and then MC. A habit of hers since he was the oldest.

MC sighed at that. “Yeah.” She looked back at him and pointed to the bookshelf and cabinets near the door. “You want to look through those? I can start at her desk.” When he nodded, she walked over to the desk and bit her lip to stop her tears. Next to where her laptop would be was a frame. She picked it up gently and smiled at the photos. It was MC and Josh together in their living room, both dressed for their first days of school. It was taken only a month before she passed.

MC just started high school and Josh started college, and each school year she took a photo on their first day, and that was no different. “I can’t believe she already got this photo printed. It was only a month ago.” She showed the frame to Josh and felt a pinch of happiness at his smile. “At least one of us needs to smile,” she thought. She placed the frame into the box she had next to her on the floor, and noticed a pen that was behind it. Not any regular pen, but specifically one of MC’s glitter pens. She knew it was hers because of the chipped off clip that should’ve been on the pen. MC had a bad habit of messing with it when she was bored or spacing out. “And it seems like my mother has a habit of stealing pens.”

She placed the pen into the box and laughed when she saw a few more of those glitter pens, different colors though, in the first drawer on the right. “She takes pens and then forgets she took them,” she mumbled with a smile.

“You talking trash about mom already?” Josh called, his tone teasing as he looked over at her.

MC scoffed and picked each pen from the drawer and held them up. “Look at all my pens she has!” She gestured to him with the handful of pens. “I always complained about missing pens, and I guess I’ve figured out where they went.” He laughed again and she joined in that time, but they went back to their tasks soon after. Their laughter never lasted long.

She put the pens, and other regular office items she found in the drawers, into the box beside her, and froze when she picked up a pretty heavy file, almost dropping it. “Did she never empty out her desk?” She thought with a tiny laugh. At home, her mother was clean and organized, so she expected the same at work, but turned out wrong. She opened it on the desk and gasped at what she saw. Little memories flashed in her mind when she saw drawings that she made.

“Did she really keep these?” Josh said, suddenly beside her. He picked up a few and skimmed to see both MC and his drawings mixed. He could tell it was years of drawings from how the quality changed. “We both went from squiggles to sketches.” He hummed and showed one of hers, which was still squiggly. “Maybe not both of us.”

She snatched it from him with a giggle. “Stooop! I haven’t drawn here since I was like, what, ten?” She continued to look through them all, a big smile on her face at the idea of her mother keeping them. Even though they were bad, she kept them close to her. “Just like a mother would.” Other files were found in the drawers, many not for their eyes, especially the ones with a stamp that both knew stood for, “Gods only.” Any files like that were put onto a separate spot on the floor, ready to be given back to the agents and put back deep in the H.E.R.A. archives.

It was all light and a bit happy for a moment, but the next thing she found hurt more than she expected. There were two envelopes in a drawer, MC’s name on one and Josh’s on the other, and both written in their mothers familiar cursive. MC, though she hesitated, opened hers and her breath caught when she saw…a birthday card. She immediately opened it and she felt tears form at the words she read.

“To the greatest daughter in the whole world, I love you. I’m so proud of the woman you’re becoming, and I’m so excited to be by your side through everything life has for you. From the best mother ever <3.”

MC stood still for a moment, tears flowing down her face and hands shaky as she reread it over and over again. But once she couldn’t take it anymore, she fell to the chair by the desk and held her face in her hands as she cried. She kept herself together this long, but this was what sent her over. She, in all her grief and anger, forgot her own birthday was near. Her birthday was only a month later, and Josh’s a month after hers. She already had the cards ready, she was prepared to spend the day with them like she always did.

But she never would spend another birthday with them, never give them another card always filled with $40, never bake another birthday cake for them, never sing them happy birthday, and never…be there again. The accident didn’t only take away the present, take away the now, but it took the future as well. MC would never be able to work at all with her mother, Josh could never cook at a restaurant for her, she’ll never get to see MC’s kids or spouse, she’ll never get to see MC get her drivers license, she’ll never get to see her graduate, she’ll never see Josh finish his cooking classes, she’ll never get to taste the awful first attempts Josh has at cooking and the attempts MC has at baking…she’ll never see her or Josh become their own person.

MC looked up when she felt a touch on her shoulder to see Josh kneeling next to her, his own tears on his face. Without a word, he pulled her into a hug and they both held each other as they cried. This was the day they accepted she was gone. She wouldn’t come back, no matter how much they wished she would. They had to live on because they knew it’s what she wanted, even if she wasn’t there to say it. They would grieve and heal.

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13 Years Later

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���What are you thinking?” Eros asked. He sat next to MC on her bed, watching her stare at her mothers badge, tracing her name with her nail.

“The accident that took my mothers life was because of them,” she said quietly, though he heard the anger behind them. “They shut down HERA for some reason, and she fought back because of her belief in justice and—and,” she let out a shaky breath, “And she died.” She scoffed. “And they LIED to me and Josh. They just said it was an accident and that work was ‘fine’, but it wasn’t!” She looked over at him with tears in her eyes. “She never told us that H.E.R.A. shut down or that there were any problems. She-She acted like everything was fine when I told her goodbye when I left for school that morning. She gave me a kiss on the head like always and said she’d see me tonight.” She sniffled and wiped her face, failing to rid the tears. “I remember she even told me what she was making that night for dinner.”

It was silent between the two. He knew MC needed time to vent, to let everything out. She’d been in pain for the past few days since HERA was shut down and she’d been outed for having Hera within her. He’d done his best to protect her so far, but he knew it was taxing on her. She needed at least one moment to breathe and speak her mind.

She looked at him again and spoke, her voice full of defeat. “Will history just repeat itself, Eros? We’re fighting back, trying to keep H.E.R.A. alive and also stop the gods from practically killing me, but will we just fail? Will I die like my mother? Follow a little too far into her footsteps,” she said with a small laugh.

He gave her another moment to speak, but when she said nothing he reached to the table by his side of the bed and grabbed her badge. “You two may look similar,” he gently took her mother’s badge from her and replaced it with her own, “But you’re still two different people. Your life is different than hers was, and we always have the chances to be different. We know what happened to her, and how awful it was, and we know how to avoid that from happening, the steps we need to step away from that path.” He cupped her cheek and wiped her tears away. “She was Melody Cooper, and you’re MC Cooper. Your paths may be similar, but they’re different, filled with different steps and twists and turns.”

She leaned into his hand and smiled shakily. “So we may prevail in the end? The good may win against the bad?”

He nodded with a soft smile, one full of love. “Yes, we will win this fight, the one she fought, too. You won’t lose yourself, and we won’t lose the organization your mother worked hard for.” He kissed her to seal the deal, and for that moment she believed him.

They would win and she would live, like she promised she would years ago.

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Okay….the ending wasn’t as good as I wanted BUT I literally couldn’t think of anything other than the Hera situation happening and then the possibility of MC becoming Hera or dying and then trying to keep the organization alive and a lot of different ideas. I hope this was good and went up to the expectations. I may even rewrite it one day who knows but I hope you enjoyed this!!! I kinda did and I did in fact cry while thinking of this whole idea😭.

[lumioluna]

ultimamente sto notando che ho ancora molto questo istinto a mettere le mani avanti, a chiedere scusa se magari penso di essere stata troppo netta o brusca o non abbastanza sensibile, come se sentissi di essere troppo dura, e mi dispiacesse. e invece anche qui su tumblr, parlando con un po' di persone, mi restituiscono tutti la sensazione che io sia una persona gentile, persino dolce.

e questa per me è una cosa bellissima e preziosissima da sapere, perchè vuol dire che nonostante tutte le batoste, nonostante tutti i tentativi di convincermi a lasciarla andare, ancora non sono riusciti a strapparmela via questa infinita tenerezza che mi sento dentro.

[crimsononiarataki]

@draconicfool (moved)

"I know we weren't datin' back then, but we are NOW,"

He'd never said anything to the other that he'd not meant, the Oni was an honest guy, if nothing else. Yes, they both spent a great deal of time evading the fact that the little doctor and the Nameless had fallen for one another while they were 'just fooling around' in the past, but it was the taller of the two who first admitted those feelings. it had taken him quite a bit of time though. That much the other knew already.

"I do mean it, babydoll, ya ought to know me well enough by this point in time that ya know I ain't a liar. As for sayin' 'maybe even the cutest', ya are. I can't think of a single person who I find cuter than ya. Of course, the word 'cute' may not be entirely appropriate, considerin' I think you're fuckin' perfect."

He really did think that, besides, perfection didn't mean the other wasn't cute. The horned Nameless would smile softly before stepping forward and kissing the other oh so gently. After that was done, he'd just rest their foreheads together.

"You're the only one I've ever felt the way I feel about and I'll do whatever I can to prove that to ya. Forever is a really long time, after all."

[christshands]

thinking about the romantic love of god right now. growing up i learned that there were 3 kinds of love: eros, philia, and agape, those being romantic, brotherly, and divine love, respectively. i don't think i necessarily agree with these as categories. not because i think they dont exist, but heres some things ive been thinking about

- categorizing emotions is... hard. often impossible. there is significant overlap (to me at least) between romantic and brotherly/friendly and divine love

- agape, divine love, is supposed to mean the love between god and his followers, but we've seen expressions throughout history (and today!!) of romantic love towards god. the biggest example i can think of at the moment is nuns being married to god.

- i feel it! i feel romantically for god! i also love him divinely and as a brother, but the romantic aspect is there!! why dont we talk about romantic love for god!!