#an I agapi

[agent-love-101]

Me realizing that in order for people to like my selfship and self inserts, i have to post about them:

[clinicsharmartia]

Tagged by the absolutely spectacular @cherishlaluna υπέροχο κορίτσι <3

your first celebrity, outfit, quote, and aesthetic pic on pinterest is your vibe!

this was actually really interesting hehe

[patchworkboy]

/ tw suicide just mental illness

new lowest mental point reached neo nation this is a new record next challenge is eerm kms ?? !!

[agent-love-101]

Omg...animatic idea

for you jack horner simps

[harunayuuka2060]

Lilia: *laughing*

Yuurin: *made a mistake while filling out the form—she wrote ‘Hara mou’ instead of Silver’s name*

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: *looks at her husband*

Silver: ...

Silver: I'm not telling you my real name.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: *turns to Lilia*

Lilia: Nope.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: I don’t want anyone else calling you ‘Hara mou’—only I should.

Silver: Well-

Lilia: No, don't. It's cute.

Silver: ...

Yuurin: *stares at him*

Silver: ...

Silver: I'll complete the form myself, Agapi mou.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: You're sleeping in the living room tonight.

Silver: I deserve it then.

Lilia: *laughs; loving their relationship*

[blaire-beast]

Some rain world art!! Recently started playing and i love this game so much. Literally became my favourite game ever. Purple scug belongs to @agapi-the-wolf

[selin-n]

Kısa bir mola___//💙🦋

"Küstürmeyin insanları hayata.

Sonra her şeyden vazgeçiyorlar.

Yaşamaktan, güzel olan her şeyden..."

Olaaa!!! 🎼🎵🎶 💙🦋💙

"Burnumda tütüyorsun denir ya özlenenlere.

Ah be sevdiceğim, sen benim kalbimde, alev alev yanıyorsun...!"

Nazım Hikmet

[sombrathedragon]

Hey guys !! So I have 257 followers (THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR THAT BTW !!) So as a little gift I would draw your ocs (but I don’t trust myself to not forget and let them pile up in my inbox 😭) So instead I’m giving out Wof adopts based on Greek Gods !! :D

I normally see adopts being first come first serve, but this time I wanna make my adopts something different. This time you have a write a backstory for the character! (I don’t expect like multiple paragraphs, but I would rather prefer more than just one sentence !! ^^) also these adopts are made on the wonderful bases by @laweema !!!

[plain text: write a backstory]

Astrapi! (Based off of Zeus) [Taken by @mythos321]

Okeanos! (Based off Poseidon!) [Taken by @yellow-computer-mouse]

Nekros! (Based off Hades!)

Sofos! (Based off Athena!) [Taken by @inspiredwriterstory]

Agapi! (Based off Aphrodite!)

Polemos! (Based off Ares!)

Kynigi! (Based off Artemis!)

Fos! (Based off Apollo!)

Katergaris [Goes by Kater]! (Based off Hermes!)

Krasi! (Based off Dionysus!)

anyways yeahhh that’s it !! 😁😁😁

[cagebladeweek]

(and yes, I have artist consent to link over here!) You can find Agapi's work on X and Instagram

[wip]

Boops are the best ever, I love them so thank you so much! Kudos to everyone who worked on it, esp. the paw animations are delightful

& not to sound cold and calculating, but I'm guessing since they increase engagement quite a bit, even if just for a short while - have you thought having random old-aprils-fools-events repeated once or twice throughout the year? Both for people who weren't there to experience them, and to bring a burst of joy on more occasions than like, 1st April, 5th November (...and 15th March, etc)

Answer: Hi there, @agapi-kalyptei!

At this time the answer is similar to the many of you folks asking, nay, pleading, to bring back the Boops. It will have to be no for now, but we also have to thank you heartily for all of your enthusiasm. 

Things can change of course. Should this be the case, you'll either see it through @changes or here at @wip!

[yasemin87]

Natasa Thedoridou & Stelios Dionisiou - Me les agapi (türkçe altyazı)

I love you too my love Giorgo 🫂💕🫂

[cookiesnpaste]

been tryna get back into drawing chibis so i drew one of my dnd partys hehehe

Characters from left to right: Agapi (@goblinnobraincell), Lark (@autumn-in-july), Bell, Lenora and my guy Aria

[alohastyles-x]

A dark!Druig Fanfic | Druig x reader | Scream crossover

Summary: The origins of a mysterious masked killer... who just so happens to be a god.

Note: Prologue + Chap 1 are here :))) I hope you guys enjoy this story!

Warnings: mentions of blood, light gore, death, murder... lol

Wordcount: 3.2K

The metallic smell of blood clung to his senses, as Druig  lifted his blade high above his head, prepared to land yet another strike to the unsuspecting victim that laid below him. It was his first kill, the rage of human fragility consuming him, driving him to take matters into his own hands. Why were humans so hungry with greed, so lustful for it that they slaughtered millions to make their point known? 

Blood had already filled the streets below, flowing like a tiny creek above the pavements that weaved between now crumbling buildings. His victim would be seen as just another casualty to the war, a guard who fell to the hoards of civilians now storming the castle. They had been neglected for months, famished and homeless, littering the streets like discarded trash. Finally, they had enough, rising up against the castle and its inhabitants. 

But the guard below Druig  was far from innocent. The list of sins he had to atone for could wrap around the city twice. Druig was merely just doing a god’s work, sending the bastard to his hell a little earlier than expected. 

Druig pulled his blade out of the limp body once more, wiping the red stains on the guard's cloth that hung from his waist. Druig slid the blade back into his own boot, the cool metal a sweet relief against his hot skin. The fire ablaze through the castle halls, set by the angry citizens,  had significantly raised the temperature, a sickening heat radiating off what walls were still left standing. 

As Druig straightened, a twinkle in the doorway caught his attention. A child stood in the crumbling frame,  his mouth hung open at the sight before him. The child was half in the shadows, his features unrecognizable. Druigs’ senses told him exactly who the kid was - the deceased guard's son. Druig had to act quick, before the child found the will to scream over the ghastly sight. 

He closed his eyes  as he summoned his powers from deep in his mind. When he opened them, his eyes then turned a bright golden that reflected the fire in the torches along the wall, as he locked eyes with the child in front of him. He now had total control over the kids emotions and actions. 

“It’s okay, you’re safe. Go, find your mother.” Druig said, as he calmed the boys’ now shot nerves.  

The child nodded, turning slowly and taking off, jumping over fallen bricks and wreckage. Druig sighed, looking down once more at the guard at his feet. 

“Should have played it safe, Alexander, so your son could have a father in his life. That is very important, you know,” Druig scolded the dead man. 

Alexander had a reputation in the Byzantine town for his behavior. There were many nights after his shift that Alexander became belligerent, drunk off the spirits offered by the local distilleries, before taking advantage of any unlucky woman who happened to cross his drunken path. His  list of victims was countless, many left dead in the street for their loved ones to find. The grotesque crimes he committed  were covered up by the King, offering a bullshit lie as an explanation for Alexander’s behavior. 

Druig wasn’t the only one who wanted Alexander dead. He was just the first one to get to him, shoving him into the room where he laid now, his blood permanently marking his deathbed. 

Alexander’s son stumbled through the hallways back to his mothers room that was tucked away deep in the castle, unharmed from the civilians storming through. He was panting, trying to catch his breath as he threw open the door. His mother sat on the bed, a knife in hand as she waited for the civilians to finally reach her champers. At the sight of her son, she dropped the knife, running to him. 

“Agapi mou!” She cradled the boy in her arms, holding him close to her chest. 

“Mommy,” he said, his greek accent thick. “It’s páppa!” 

“What do you mean?” 

“He… he…” the boy didn’t have to finish his sentence. The fear and grief in his voice said everything she needed to hear. So she cradled him tighter, running her fingers through his short black hair- much like his fathers. 

As the tears fell from her eyes, landing on the top of her son's head, she heard a scream echo through the castle. She knew the mob had finally found them, tearing through the halls just outside her door. She hung onto her son tighter, praying to the gods for a savior, to spare her from the sins of the castle. 

Such fate did not come… for the gods she prayed to sat silently outside, held under Druigs’ control. 

Present Day 

Rain illuminated the soft lights of the street lamps above you as you made your way back to your apartment. The humid air was hot and heavy, making you thankful you chose to wear shorts to work tonight, instead of your normal jeans. 

It was 12 a.m., not an ideal time to be out walking alone, but you didn’t have much of a choice. Living in the city was expensive enough, adding a car note on top of that was unimaginable on a waiter's salary. You made enough to get by and afford a nice, spacious apartment, and practically everything you needed was in walking distance… so it truly wasn’t that bad. You knew the route like the back of your hand, and never once felt uncomfortable… 

… that is, until a loud thud echoed down the alley way you just passed. It was loud enough to catch your attention, making you stop dead in your tracks. A muffled grunt followed, and you almost continued on, assuming it was just someone finding their place to sleep for the night. But yet another muffled sound caught your attention. 

“Help…” it was said in a quiet, hushed tone, just barely audible over the sprinkle of rain hitting the pavement. You pulled your phone out, turning the flashlight on as bright as it would go. 

This was dumb and you knew it, but you also knew you couldn’t live with yourself if you didn’t try and help whoever called out. Inhaling a shaking breath, you began to slowly disappear into the darkness of the alley, getting your phone ready to call the emergency line just in case.  

A metallic smell filled the air the further you walked, making you slightly nauseous. A buzzing filled your veins as you breathed in, which only made you more nervous. You had heard of various instances around the city of people feeling this buzz, smelling the metallic air, before coming into contact with god magic.

God magic was a deadly substance to humans who  lingered in the presence of the god on earth. Inhale too much of it and your lungs begin to collapse, as they fight for pure earthly oxygen. The presence of god magic lingering, meant a god had just been here… and that wasn’t a good sign. 

Quickly, you pulled your hand up to cover your nose, hoping it would be enough to block out the air. As you did so, a gleam on the pavement caught your eye, as the light from your phone bounced off of it. 

A puddle of red sat ahead of you, pooling thickly out from behind the lone dumpster sat in the middle of the alley. Your breath hitched in your throat as your mind raced with every worse case scenario that could be laid out before you. 

Worst case, it was human blood, belonging to the innocent victim of the god at hand- and boy, were the gods ruthless with their victims. Best case, it was just an animal sacrifice… something a lot easier to stomach. 

You prayed silently for the latter as you crept closer. The buzzing only intensified the closer you got to the source of the blood, causing a slight pounding in your head. 

“Oh… oh my god,” you whispered as you finally rounded the edge of the dumpster. To your dismay, it was not an animal at all, but the blonde you had just served at the restaurant not too long ago. She was out with friends, celebrating her 21st birthday. Her once white dress was now shredded, dyed  with the dark red of her blood that now inked the pavement below. The shredded marks of her dress matched the shredded skin of her stomach, as if she had been gutted. 

You couldn’t stop the vomit now raising through your body. Turning around you emptied the contents of your stomach onto the wet pavement. You had never seen such a gruesome sight in person- it was nothing like the movies. 

Tears fell from your eyes as you quickly hit the call button on your phone. An operator answered instantly, asking for your location. 

“H-hi… I’m at the alley between 5th and Steel Avenue… I just, oh god I don’t even know if I can put it into words… I just discovered a dead body…” You answered the ladies' questions as best as you could between the sobs escaping your throat. 

“Is there anyone else with you?” The operator asked, as she began to get an ambulance and the police on route to your location. 

“Uh… no,” you said, confidently, as you looked around to see an empty alley. One end opened to the sidewalk and the street you were just on, the occasional car passing by on the street. The other end led to a brick wall, graffitied with local street art. 

“Are you sure?” The operator asked again, this time with an edge to her voice that wasn’t there before. The hairs on the back of your neck stood at her tone, making you look around once more. 

“Um…,” you whispered, suddenly hyper aware of every sound and moving shadow. A rock skidded across the pavement at the dead end, causing you to turn your attention to the graffitied brick wall. 

An outline of a dark shadow stood at the end, a flash of white around their face bounced off the flashlight still on your phone. You stood still, absolutely petrified of whatever being stood just as still as you. 

The buzzing appeared back in your veins and the smell of rusted iron returned. You were stunned as a flash of gold briefly flickered through the air. An overwhelming flood of emotions roared through you, rendering you unable to move, as if your feet were stuck in quicksand. Tears welled in your eyes, but didn’t fall, as if something held them there. Flashes of your life played in your mind, as you accepted your fate that you were next. 

But just as suddenly as it happened, the feeling was gone, replaced by the blaring lights and sirens that now filled the alley. The lights made their way to the brick wall, where absolutely nothing appeared. 

A cry escaped your throat as you dropped to your knees. 

One thing was certain…  

… you were just in the presence of a god. 

** 

A few hours later you were slugging your way up the stairs to your apartment, the events of the evening weighing on you heavily. You had run out of tears a while ago, as you sat in the detective's office going over and over and over what had happened in varying degrees of detail. 

“You’re sure you heard nothing? Saw nothing? That has to be impossible… No one you passed looked suspicious?” The detective's voice echoed in your mind as you unlocked the apartment door.  

A soft purr brought you out of your thoughts, as your cat sat patiently  by the front door, mewing softly. She hadn’t had food in hours, as you were later than usual getting home. 

“Oh Mr. Jinx, I’m sorry,” you whispered, stooping down to pet him. He leaned into your palm, rubbing his tiny head against it. “Come on, let’s get you some food.”

“Where have you been?!” A shrill voice made you jump back into the door, scaring mr. Jinx down the hall. 

“God, Celia… don’t yell so loud,” you mumbled, gripping your temples. 

“Y/N… there was a murder near your restaurant! I haven’t heard from you at all since your shift ended… you can’t be mad at me for being worried. What? You look like you’ve seen a ghost…” Celia trailed off as she poured herself a glass of wine. 

“I saw it…,” you whispered, settling at the breakfast bar in the half kitchen. Celia’s wine stopped mid-pour as her eyes locked with yours. 

“What…?” She whispered back, still trying to process what you just said. You nodded your head, unable to make direct contact with her for long. Your tears had tried long ago, making this a lot easier to talk about now, then hours ago sitting in that tiny gray room. 

“Shit, you need this more than I do,” Celia responded, topping off her glass before sliding it to you. It only took you three seconds to down it, earning a low whistle from Celia. You were not a wine drinker, but tonight was different. 

“There's more…,” you trailed off. If there was anyone you were going to mention the god thing to, it was Celia. Definitely not the detectives, and not the media who had swarmed the crime scene within minutes of detectives arriving. 

“What?” Celia pressed, itching for you to spill what you knew. 

“I know this is going to sound crazy but… I think I have an idea who did it.” 

Celia looked at you quizzically. 

“When I was approaching her body, I felt this… buzzing,” Celia’s sharp breath interrupted you, as she gasped. The fact that she already knew where you were going with this, meant your gut was right for telling her. 

“It went away once I found her… but then it came back and I saw something. I’m not sure exactly what I saw… but it had a white face-”

“Oh my god!” Celia interrupted, taking off to her room. Celia often studied the mythology of the old world in her free time. She had a library full of books in her closet dedicated to this study. It was something unique about Celia that you enjoyed… Everyone else was perfectly content leaving the mythology behind after The Fall in the early days, when the gods departed, letting humanity crumble and rebuild into what it is today. In fact, many don’t even believe the gods ever existed, the only evidence of them being in the stories passed down, or an occasional destroyed relic found here and there across the globe. 

Celia came back out supporting a thick book in her arms. It looked old and heavy, with a permanent layer of dust settled on top of it. 

“Would you be able to recognize what you saw if you saw it again?” Celia asked, letting the book slam with a thud on the kitchen counter next to you. As expected, a cloud of dust filled the air. 

“I think so, but I didn’t get a good look. There was a small flash of gold before it felt like I came too again,” you explained, coughing as the dust cloud settled in the air. Celia nodded, flipping through the pages. 

“Okay, did it look like any of these?” She asked, settling on a page that was in another language. A drawing was nestled at the bottom, depicting a group of 10 individuals. None of them looked familiar, and you couldn’t read the text next to each person to try and figure it out. 

“No… it was just a shadow, with this glimmering white face. I could smell the magic radiating off of it.” 

“Did you hear anything?” Celia asked, as she began flipping through the book again. 

“No… I couldn’t even hear my own thoughts… everything just went silent, and then I got this rush of emotions, that was when its eyes flashed gold and I was back in reality.” 

Celia stopped mid page flip, turning slowly to look at you. Her eyes looked distant, like she wasn't actually looking at you, but trying to hold on to her train of thought. You waited patiently for her to figure out the pieces. 

After a few seconds, she started furiously flipping through the pages, heading back to the 10 figures from before. 

“Okay, so these are the eternals, they were a group of gods who once lived here, protecting the civilians of the old world… until something happened and they split, causing this one, right here, to go rogue. He held the other eternals under his capture… You see, he has the ability to control others with his mind. He can influence someone's emotions, actions, etc., but just getting into your head. Well when he went rogue, the lore goes he began this maddening killing spree- that the weight of humanity had crushed him, creating this monster-” Celia paused to flip a few pages forward. “Here… the masked being you see here…that was him. He donned a mask made from the skin of his first victim- Alexander the Great-, and then went on this spree of murdering all the corrupt and evil people in the empire at the time. There isn’t much to what happened to him and the other gods after this spree…, it just kind of ends there, which is why many of us think he actually still resides here on earth, especially with the rise of common people feeling this god magic you felt tonight. Maybe he found a new mask, to be unrecognizable? I’m sure some dead guys’ flesh from the old world wouldn’t hold up all that well…” Celia ended with a chuckle. 

“Anyways, his name is Druig, and he usually is associated with gold too- all of the eternals are. It's unique to them, compared to the other gods of the old world. A cosmic sort of magic that isn’t of this world. But the flood of emotions, and you feeling like you’re in another reality during it… that makes me really think it's him.” 

You sat, digesting all the information Celia just gave you, overlooking the paper she was reading from. There was another drawing, this one more detailed. It depicted the god, standing before a dead body, a knife in hand. 

“Wait… does it say how the victims of his spree were killed?” You asked, holding your breath as you waited for Celia to translate the old Greek text. 

“Yes… a sheath- so, like a knife… wait- what's that look for…” Celia trailed off as she noticed your face drain of color. 

“The girl tonight… I mean I don’t know for sure, but it looked as if her… body had been slashed.” You choked out the words, as the images of her torn dress and skin came back in your mind. 

“Woah… Okay, so this could definitely be him then,” Celia muttered. 

You sat, staring at the masked drawing in the book. This didn’t make sense… he was still in the alley when you were there, yet he let you live. 

“Does it say anything else about him that might be helpful to know?” You asked. Celia read through the pages, her finger tracking as she translated the text. 

“Just that anyone who comes into contact with him doesn’t have long to live…,” Celia trailed off, as she connected the dots of what she just read to your current reality. 

“Oh shit…,” she closed the book, turning her full attention to you. 

“Yeah… oh shit.”

Part 2

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[harunayuuka2060]

Silver: What if I die before you?

Yuurin: I'll take care of everything here then join you.

Silver: But Agapi mou-

Yuurin: I promise to be with you and only you, Hara mou.

Yuurin: If you're not with me, then I have no reason to stay.

Silver: ...

Silver: *smiles softly* You're a bit selfish, Agapi mou.

Silver: What will our children say if they hear about this?

Yuurin: That I'm selfish.

Silver: *chuckles* *snuggles against her*

Yuurin: *smiles* *then kisses his forehead*

[ts1m1kas]

Original Ask: why did I just picture kostas being playful with the photographer reader and asking her to pose for him 😭🤌🏻 (@findingnemosworld )

Word Count: 367 words

(author's note: this wasn't actually a request, but nemo commented it on a photo of kostas and inspiration hit me 🫡 it is quite short but I hope you all enjoy it !!)

Y/N loved being Liverpool’s photographer. Working alongside her boyfriend Kostas and the rest of the team was her favourite thing about the job. They were a tight-knit squad and had accepted Y/N immediately. They all loved her dearly and enjoyed having her at their training sessions.

The training session was nearly over and the team had begun messing around. They were taking photos of each other on Y/N’s camera. Y/N and Kostas were sat on the astroturf together. They were cuddled up to fight off the biting cold as they watched the team take their photos.

“The social media admins are going to kill me for this. I hope the other photos I took are good.” Y/N laughed, leaning further into her boyfriend.

“Are you kidding agapi mou? All the photos you take are perfect. Plus, the admins will love this and so will the fans.”

Y/N smiled. She could always rely on Kostas to reassure her of her worries. 

“Kostas, Y/N, come take some pictures!” Andrew shouted over, gesturing for them to join them.

Kostas stood up and held his hands out for Y/N to grab. She slipped her hands into his, and he pulled her up off the ground. The pair then moved over to the rest of the group, and Kostas positioned himself behind the camera.

“Smile moró mou, maybe we can get some pictures of the best photographer in Liverpool.”

Y/N laughed at her boyfriend and began posing for the camera. Kostas laughed and encouraged her as they messed around with the camera settings.

It was the next day, and Y/N was looking over the photos the group had taken. She had forwarded the best ones to the social media admins and downloaded the others to keep for herself and Kostas.

She finished her final few jobs and headed to the canteen to show the photos to her boyfriend.

“I’ll have to be careful Kos, you’ll be taking my job straight out of my hands soon. Who would’ve known you were such a natural photographer?”

“It helps to have the most perfect muse.” He said winking at the girl in front of him.

[alatismeni-theitsa]

Do you believe that erotas and agapi are different? Especially compared to the concept of love that Americans have in mind? I feel that they just merge everything together and words lose their meaning. Like being IN love and loving someone is not the same. You know what I mean?

I think so! The difference is not huge but erotas and agapi are not usually exactly what USAmericans have in mind.

While many Greeks know English, Anglophones almost never know Greek. So we can see the differences but they often can't. And those who know Greek see these words in the Greek mythology context, aka in theological texts and religious hymns. That's why their perspective of these words is in relation to grand and mystical things. So it's difficult for them to understand it without knowing examples of how these words are used in other settings.

There is also, of course, the tendency of Western academia to exotify more Eastern cultures. "Love" cannot be just like our "love", they think. It must be something transcendent and beyond our understanding, they think. They do this with other words like katavasis and miasma and it's just funny to see them overcomplicate things and write whole essays about these ✨magical✨ words. (especially about katavasis because it's just a sliiightly fancy way to say "going down". It's like "descend" but - I'd argue - less fancy.)

I mean, first of all, they probably have no idea that, like most words, these words are still used by Greeks. They are lost words/concepts to them, which makes the situation more insulting. You are not talking about terminology here. We are talking about real, used words!

Basically eros/erotas can mean "in love", or "infatuation", like something a bit superficial and with little devotion.

Agapi (aghapi more accurately, because there's that γ there) can be used for literally anything. For pets, plants, lovers, your parents etc. By no means does it automatically signify "empathetic universal altruistic love". You need to put it in the right context for it to mean that, and it rarely means that! Using it as a verb, it's usually used like "I love my parents", or "I love this dress", "I love my friends". It's just the verb for "love" ffs 😂

The above stands for all eras of Greek history. They are simple and versatile words and can be found in most contexts - especially because of Greeks' love of playful and metaphorical phrasing. But this doesn't make them complex like many Anglophones think. The concept of love is worth writing essays on bu the transcendent meaning of five letters stringed together in a lone word is not.