#and my apollo header

[brodorokihousuke]

gee, I wonder who my favorite character is

[glossglamour]

icarian task

/ɪˈkɛːrɪən tɑːsk/ • collocation

when you have a task you know you’re going to fail at anyways, so why not have some fun with it before it all comes crashing down.

[cobrakaisb]

day 'n' nite

summary: every friday night, like clockwork, the older counselors and campers waste their nights away at a party. usually you’re the one taking care of luke but tonight the roles are reversed and all the cards are laid out on the table.

word count: 3.1k

featuring: drunk!reader, happy luke + reader (hence the happy luke picture in the header), them being giggly and in love, a little sad at the end (but only a teeny tiny bit)

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giggles tumble out of your mouth, filling the already loud atmosphere with your pure joy. you clutch onto katrina’s arm, pulling her flush against your side, as your cheek rests on her bicep. she laughs at you, moving her arm to support your weight. 

you gasp, loudly, as her hand rests gently on your waist. “i have a boyfriend,” you snap, suddenly able to hold yourself up.

you stand, albeit a bit slowly, and move away from the girl. she does her best to hide her laughter, but fails. her laugh, however, builds up more anger in your chest, and you cross your arms.    

“oh he’s your boyfriend now? i thought you two didn’t do labels,” katrina teases.

you pout at her words, answering, “well luke says that not me. everyone knows we’re together.” 

“who’s together?” jade, a girl from the apollo cabin asks, sliding into the spot next to katrina.

you throw a nasty look in her direction, or what you assume is a nasty look. even in your inebriated state, you know that jade can’t be trusted. she was one of the first campers to hate on you, and she’s one of the few that continue to do so. once the novelty of hera having a demigod child wore off, most people left you to your own devices. there were still the occasional whispers and rumors, but jade and her friend group always seemed to be behind them. 

“none of your business,” you snap, turning your nose up at her like a fifth grader. 

she scoffs at you, “ugh whatever,” and walks away. 

you smile, a satisfied look on your face as you reclaim your seat next to katrina. she’s holding onto two cups, and you’re positive that one of them belongs to you. you reach for one of them, but she pulls it away, lifting it just out of your reach.

“i think you need a break,” she says, voice soft and caring.

“no ‘m fine,” you mumble, trying to reach for the cup again but completely missing. 

that’s the funniest thing in the world, and you burst into another giggling fit. katrina stares at you, a soft smile on her face. your hand comes up to cover your mouth, but your shoulders continue to shake with, now somewhat stifled, laughter. you can’t even register what’s so funny, but everything seems to have you in a giggly mood. one that only gets worse when luke walks across the way, followed by a group of boys who you know to be his friends.

“luke looks like a dragon prince,” you announce, pointing in his direction. 

katrina chuckles at your words; they make no sense. you, however, think they’re the most accurate description in the world. the orange and red hues from the large fire pit, courtesy of cabin nine, illuminate his features. he’s laughing at something one of his friends said, but his eyes are still deep and serious. the white scar tracing down his cheek shines brightly in the dark, and you wonder if landon knows he hurt his king. 

luke feels your eyes on him, because he turns and meets your gaze, smiling at you. you gasp as he throws you a subtle nod, like something out of a teen movie. your right hand clutches at katrina’s shirt sleeve, and you shake the material vigorously between your fingers. she looks to you, and notices the deep flush and dilated pupils. 

“he’s looking at me. i think he has a crush on me. oh my gods what do i do? i know my mother’s the goddess of marriage, but i’m not ready for this,” you ramble.

katrina laughs, again. luke looks your way, again. you start to panic, again. 

“relax,” katrina says, “he’s your boyfriend.” 

her tone is teasing, but you don’t pick up on it. all you feel is shock. your mouth falls open, and your head swivels between the curly headed boy and your best friend. 

“you’re lying,” you conclude. 

katrina shakes her head, “i’m not.” 

before you can refute her claims, the dragon king himself is in front of you. he slides into the empty seat on your left hand side, throwing his arm casually over your shoulder. there’s a can of something in his other hand, and he lifts it up to his mouth for a swig. you watch, with deep fascination, as his adam’s apple bobs while he swallows the liquid. when he’s done, he leans down to your ear, lips ghosting over the piercings that adorn it. 

“hi,” he whispers, pulling at your golden hoop helix piercing with his teeth.

you're stunned into silence. all that you can muster is a small gasp, and you turn to katrina, wondering what you should do. she’s already staring at you, but so are these other two guys, and a girl who you barely recognize. you point to luke with your thumb, asking a silent question. katrina nods, and one of the guys, another brunette, hides his laugh behind a red solo cup. 

you turn your head again, making eye contact with the cute guy next to you. you just stare at him for a while, and he holds your gaze the whole time. his right hand, you realize, is tracing circles on your exposed shoulder. the pad of his thumb is calloused and rough against your soft skin, but you like to contrast. you lean into his touch, shifting closer to him on the wooden bench. 

“ouch,” you mumble, lifting up your hand. 

“what’s wrong?” he asks, eyebrows furrowing in concern.

“i think i got a splinter,” you explain, holding up your palm for him to see. 

he inspects your hand, and there’s absolutely nothing there, but replies, “don’t worry. i’ll take you to the infirmary tomorrow.”

you nod, and he kisses your palm, right where the supposed splinter is. his lips are soft, you think, but then why is everyone giggling? you look around, but none of the four people surrounding the two of you provide any sort of explanation. 

“i know. my girlfriend makes me use this lip balm she really likes,” he says, and you’re still confused. 

“huh?” you ask, head tilting. 

“my girlfriend gave me this lip balm. it’s from glossy or something,” he answers, holding up the tube. 

you snatch it from him, looking at the label. even drunk, you know a high quality lip balm when you see one. 

“glossier! i love it there,” you exclaim.

everyone laughs again, even the boy next to you this time. you look at him, a shy smile on your face, as you unscrew the cap. you squeeze the tube, and lift the lip balm to your puckered lips. you rub them together, smacking them a couple times. luke doesn’t take his eyes off you; you don’t take your eyes off him. 

there’s relatively no distance between you two now, but you can’t bring yourself to care. luke doesn’t seem to mind either as he shifts his arm and way that pulls your body even closer to his. the little space that remained is gone, and your thighs are pressed together. you want to be touching him in some way, and lift your left leg to drape over his right one. you nudge his left calf with your converse, gaining his attention. you giggle at that, stifling your laughs with his shoulder. 

“she’s gone,” he observes. 

“oh i know,” katrina answers. 

“you smell so good,” you say, adjusting your head so that your cheek rests against him, and your eyes meet his. 

the two boys, the ones who you can’t recognize at the moment, burst out laughing. your eyebrows furrowed at that, a soft huff escaping you as you cross your arms and lean further into luke. you close your eyes for a minute, basking in his warm presence and the smoky undertones emitting from his shirt. 

“how many drinks have you had?” he asks, large hand rubbing up and down your back. 

“two,” you answer confidently, holding up two fingers. 

katrina scoffs, “try three cups of jungle juice and whatever else at the pregame.” 

“you pregamed?” luke asks, voice low against your ear. 

“mhm. cause what if they didn’t have any drinks i liked?” you reply, holding your hands up in defense. 

he chuckles at your words, humming in agreement as he kisses your forehead. that action, for some reason, registers as oddly intimate in your mind, and so you’re pushing him away. in your drunken state, you can't comprehend that he’s your boyfriend.

“i shouldn’t be doing this. katrina says i have a boyfriend,” you slur, shaking your head. 

“no, you said you have a boyfriend,” katrina replies. 

“well either way!” you yell, throwing your hands up in exasperation. 

“isn’t he your boyfriend?” one of the boys asks, pointing to luke.

“he can’t be. he’s too hot,” you answer confidently. 

everyone laughs at that, except for you and luke. luke’s cheeks are flushed red, but he looks at you with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes. he smiles at you, gently shaking his head in disbelief. 

you shrink back into yourself, slouching down in his arms so that the back of your head rests against his shoulder. luke’s hand fiddles with the hem of your jeans, fingers ghosting over your hips, and you squirm. you shove his hand away, covering your face with your own. 

“what’s wrong?” he asks, bending down so only you can hear him.

“i embarrassed myself,” you whine, peeking at him through a gap in your fingers.

luke chuckles, “it’s okay baby. i still love you.” 

you light up at his words, wrapping your arms around his neck. you pull his face down to yours, smacking kisses all over, only stopping to giggle from pure, unfiltered happiness. normally, you save the affection for the private confines of your cabins, but all of your reservations are out the window at the moment. 

luke smiles brightly at your actions, dimples and everything, as he squeezes your hips three times. it’s your silent code, an unspoken way for the two of you to communicate your love and appreciation for one another, and you smile happily at his use of it. you hug him again, burying your face into the crook of his neck. you can tell that he’s been smoking, and maybe that’s why his eyes are a little red-rimmed. you don’t mind, however, and opt to keep your head resting there. his arms wrap securely around you, cradling your body the way someone would hold a toddler. 

“tired?” he asks, rubbing a hand down your back.

you want to say no, but the giant yawn betrays you. 

“c’mon, i’ll bring you to bed,” he says, patting your thigh to signal for you to get up. 

you agree, holding out your hand for him to take. once your fingers are safely stowed away in his palm, you walk up to katrina. 

“goodnight tree,” you mumble, hugging her tightly. 

“g’night,” she replies, squeezing you just as tight.

with that, you let luke lead you towards the hera cabin as you focus on not tripping over your own feet. you stumble on the stairs, and luke squeezes your waist, holding you steady. he’s your rock, and you don’t know what you’d do without him. 

he opens the door, waiting for you to enter the cabin before following. you look around, and your eyes land on the giant statue taking up a majority of the room. you gasp, hands covering your mouth, as you meet your mother’s cold and calculating stare. 

“i don’t think she should be seeing me like this. can we go to your cabin?” you ask, turning to face luke.

“it’s a statue,” luke deadpans, shaking his head.

“but she’s all knowing,” you reply, pointing to the marble goddess. 

“you’re gonna be fine,” luke explains softly. 

you’re eyes are wide, and you continuously shake your head no. you grab onto luke’s hand, intertwining your fingers together. his hand is rough and worn from all the training he does, a testament to how long he’s been at camp. your mind wanders back to his position as king of the dragons, and you want to ask him if his hands are scarred from the claws of a rival. yet, it doesn’t seem appropriate, so you keep your mouth shut. 

“where’s you toiletry bag?” luke ask, letting go of you hand as he wanders around the cabin. 

“i don’t know,” you answer, following him towards the area you’ve deemed your bed. 

he huffs, standing back from the bed to monitor the situation. his hands are on his hips, eyes scanning the area for your bag with makeup remover, skincare, and other bathroom necessities. you find the pose extremely comical, and laugh. he looks at you over his shoulder, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“what’s so funny?” he asks.

“you look like my dad,” you wheeze. 

he pauses, mouth agape like a fish out of water. he opens and closes his mouth a couple of times, but ultimately comes up empty handed. just when it seems like he’s about to say something, you’re bounding over to your bedside table, grabbing a bag that’s clearly overloaded. 

“found it!” you shout. 

luke cringes at the volume, but takes the bag from your hands without further questioning. he marches over to your closet, the one he helped you set up, and grabs a small towel from one of the shelves. you smile at him. he’s so endearing, you think, how’d i get so lucky?

“let’s go to the bathroom,” he says, tilting his head towards the door of your cabin.

you nod in agreement, taking his outstretched hand. luke smiles at you, allowing you to lead the way, despite your drunken state. he admires your beauty in the moment, although he knows you’d argue you’re anything but. your makeup is messy, your cheeks are flushed from all the alcohol, and your top is falling off your shoulder, yet he still believes that you can rival aphrodite. he shouldn’t think that, he realizes, as she’s one of the only gods he still prays to, but he does. 

the two of you enter the bathroom, and you're surprised by how empty it is. however, the peace and quiet is nice for a usually chaotic space. you decide on a mirror and sink in the middle of the collection, and turn to face luke, waiting for his approval. when he sets the bag down, and removes the towel from his shoulder, you know you’ve made a good choice. 

“alright, let’s take your makeup off,” he says, patting the small of your back. 

you fumble with the zipper of your pouch, trying and failing to get the bag opened. you pout, holding it out to luke, with a pleading look in your eyes. 

“i’ll help you. you want to sit on the counter?” he asks.

you nod, and turn around so your back is towards the sink and mirrors. you brace yourself, ready to test your physical strength in your drunken state. you fail the first attempt, not even making it onto the ledge. luke watches, amusement clear in his eyes, because it’s not like you to ask for help. 

“need a hand?” 

“no i can do it! i’m a demigod,” you answer, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

he chuckles at your response, but goes back to digging through your bag for the cotton pads and micellar water. he also takes out your face wash, moisturizer, toothbrush, toothpaste, and other skin care items he thinks you might need. 

“luke,” you whisper, tugging on his sleeve. 

he hums in acknowledgment, turning away from the array of products to face you. 

“help?” you ask with a shy smile. 

“i thought you didn’t need it, cause your a demigod,” he teases, crossing his arms. 

you’re drawn to his muscles, flexing against his tee and you’re temporarily left speechless. he’s just so hot, you think. 

“gods i hope my mom answers my prayers,” you blurt out. 

“about what?” 

“us getting married. i really want to. i think…if we were in vegas, i’d drag you down to the chapel,” you reply. 

luke’s mouth drops open in shock, “you think about marrying me?”

“nonstop,” you answer, finally climbing onto the counter. 

he stands there for a minute, unsure of what to say or do. all he knows is that he thinks about getting married to you too. he envisions you, regal as ever, like the true daughter of the queen of the gods, walking towards him down an aisle. it’d be small. you, him, and a handful of close friends, but every single part of it would be meaningful. 

“let’s get you ready for bed,” he says, changing the conversation. 

“okay!” 

it takes him much longer than usual to get you through your bedtime routine, but he doesn’t mind if you don’t. and, you seem pretty content right now. you’re smiling and giggling, making goofy faces at him in the mirror with toothpaste smeared on your chin and a fluffy headband keeping your hair at bay. the whole scene feels oddly domestic, especially when he takes your towel and gently wipes the corners of your mouth. it’s serene. it’s perfect. 

“you’re perfect y’know that?” he asks, looking at you earnestly. 

you flush, turning away from him. 

“stop.”

“‘m not lying! you’re perfect for me,” he whispers, cupping your cheeks. 

you pucker your lips, and luke lays a gentle kiss on them. you burst into giggles, engulfing him in a hug. 

“i want to change. come back to my cabin? please?”

he agrees, following you to the end of the earth. it was an easy request, nothing too extraordinary.

“let me get my pajamas, and then i’ll be right back, okay?” he mumbles, kissing your forehead before leaving you alone with the eternal glow of hera’s flames. 

by the time he gets back, you're standing in one of his tee shirts and a pair of sleep shorts. he’s just wearing a tank top and flannel pants, put he comes up behind you to wrap you in his arms. you away for a minute, dancing to a song only you two can hear. then, you wiggle out of his grasp, climb into bed, and pull the covers up to your chin.

“come lie with me,” you beg, patting the spot next to you.

he wraps you up on his arms, pulling you flush against his chest. once your breaths even out, he sneaks out of the bed, waiting just a second to make sure you don’t wake up. quietly, he pulls the candy out of his pocket — two blue raspberry jolly ranchers.

“please hera, let me marry her. aphrodite, keep her by my side, whatever it takes. please.” 

and for the first time in a long time, luke castellan makes a genuine offering.

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[skythealmighty]

why am i just now finding out about thisisnotawebsitedotcom i feel a little stupid.. then again i dont have the Book of Bill so maybe im lucky to know about it ???

#rocket talk #gravity falls #miss this show. anyway twink cipher fuckign jumpscared me

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Why Flatland counts as an object show: an essay

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Why Flatland does NOT count as an object show: a rebuttal

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why flatland isnt an object show: its a book + movie you assholes

#this argument is fucking stupid its just flatland

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🔘 join-my-evil-polycule-deactivated08142020 asked: Im going to tear apart your circuitboard until its broken irreparably

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lol ok have fun w that 👍

also do u know any recipes for roasted pumpkin seeds the internets failing me rn and im cooking a big dinner for me and my bf

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Oh yeah sure https://www.jessicagavin.com/how-to-roast-pumpkin-seeds/#wprm-recipe-container-35845

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Wait why am I telling you this go die I hate you

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Date of origin: November 3rd, 2021

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~~Welcome to MePhoneX deletes your favs!!~~

I'm mod Xav (the only mod rn - -"), here to cause trauma to your favorite characters :)! PLEASE keep in mind that submissions will take a while to get to, because I have to photoshop out the limbs + background or even completely recreate someone's object if they're transparent!

The background flag is in the header and the X (recreated from an image of MePhoneX) I overlay on top is the profile picture if you want to make your own :) just @ this blog and I'll reblog it!

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RULES ABOUT SUBMISSIONS:

NO INANIMATE INSANITY CONTESTANTS. I would like to avoid Apollo's Dodgeball thanks (plus it's insensitive)

No algebralien or algebralien-adjacent characters! I love those guys too I get it but I honestly don't have a good method of 'deleting' them planned. Feel free to do it on your own time though!

If someone asks me to take down a submission with them in it I will do it without questions. This is for a variety of reasons, but I think you get it.

Alright, that's it! Have fun :)

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has anyone else wondered why this spaghetti code webbed site can connect across DIFFERENT UNIVERSES??? or is that just me

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follow for the same picture of my crab every day!!!!! look at him :D

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sir this is a wendys

#i didnt order an existential crisis today :(

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todays liveblog!! B)

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knife and suitcase made it to the finale!! hell yeah so proud of them

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balloons talk with suitcase didnt go so well :/ i hope they can get some alone time without anyone else so they can like talk properly next time

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mepad???

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oh i think the finale challenge is happening

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baseball looks worried but lightbulb's brushing him off :|

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ojs backing away from paper??? wh

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WHJDT THE FUCK

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WAIT I HAVENT SEEN SOAP IN A WHILE WHERE IS SHE???

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OH GOD

#mics ramblings #SOAP???!??

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Awwww, this means a lot to me, anon! Could you find Film Reel for me and doxx him? That would be really helpful <3

#He's been evading me #It's really annoying #Hard to take over the world when I have to worry about him 🙄

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WHY DO I KEEP GETTING SENT ASKS ABOUT PREGNANCY?!

#I'M GOING TO QUIT TUMBLR AT THIS RATE.

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if this fuckass hand keeps showing up at the edge of my vision i'm going to hit something

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#maybe hes in love with you

what the hell is wrong with you.

[purple-1-0-1]

Redoing my intro!! It will still look sloppy because I have to many this user is headers and I feel the urge to use them. So have fun with this one guys!

All my accounts are:

My Newsies Ask Blog- @askthe-newsies

My Dallas Winston ask blog- @dallyisradicalaf

My Outsiders OC ask blog- @ace-cola-black

My name is Purple, but I also go my Moon, or anything else you know me by.

My pronouns are She/Her, but I don’t really mind with They/Them either.

I am a minor!! So don’t get freaky or else I’ll find you and psychologically torture you ❤️

I am a Boston and New England truther, I have the accent and definitely think I’m much better than wherever you live/hj

I’m probably going to fuck around with RP accounts because I love doing that, so if your an RP account I’m messing with and it’s not like a on tumblr thing…Just pretend my other posts aren’t there.

Some of my interests are

Eminem (obviously)

Roleplaying when I have motivation

Music in general

Writing

Gorillaz!!

Road 96 (honestly a lot of Inde games)

House MD

Music Interests

Gorillaz

Dead Kennedys

Eminem

Dr. Dre

Snoop Dogg

Panic! At the Disco

My Chemical Romance

Green Day!!

I’ll stop before I list off 100

I am a Hellenistic Polytheist! This means I work with and worship Greek Gods! Some of the gods I worship are,

Ares

Athena

Hermes

Nyx

Aphrodite

Apollo

Artemis

Zeus

Poseidon

(It’s so many I just love them so much)

I don’t. Entirely get social cues sometimes (or over get them?? I don’t know anymore) so PLEASE cut me some slack if I totally don’t get what you say.

I might also not make sarcasm and jokes clear enough so I’m sorry if there’s confusion!

If I push anything to far with anyone let me know please! I can get heated or get into what I think is a friendly debate or just take a joke to far, so please don’t let me push you around! I don’t mean to.

Okay goodbye my favorite hoes ❤️❤️♥️♥️🚨

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Celestial Navigation by @sabrecmc

18 year old Omega!Tony finds himself Bonded to Captain Steve Rogers. He isn't happy about it until he is.

An absolutely gorgeous story of learning to love yourself, even when you feel like you don't fit in & that you grew up wrong. I'm so happy to have gotten to bind this mammoth work for Sabre & as a gift exchange for @mourningmountainsbindery (who bound me this beautiful copy of Astolat's Let the River Run—JUST LOOK AT THAT COVER!).

Also to anyone who has @ed me lately (looking at u, em @powerful-owl & tacky @tackytigerfic particularly) & I've been derelict in responding, here is WHY.

This has been the longest binding project I've undertaken, both in page count and in time. My original message to Sabre was on March 16th—can't decide if I want to use the laughing or crying emoji here—and the colophon says I made the book in April 2023 (which was when I started typesetting, maybe). I had been randomly perusing dying videos on Youtube in bed on a Saturday morning, as one does, and came across a video showing how to spiral tie-dye. I IMMEDIATELY had a design premonition of the full design for this fic as a two-volume set, planted into my brain wholesale by the binding gods. I learned many new techniques throughout the process (edge painting, edge trimming/sanding, tie-dying/dyepainting, embroidery, typesetting meta from tumblr which copy-pastes with the worst goddamn formatting in the world, kill me now). Overall, alternately extremely painful & wonderful, and I'm extremely proud of this set.

Design-wise, I went whole-hog with the scifi stars theme. Endpapers are recolored versions of the star charts from the Apollo 11 mission:

Title page & chapter titles are both rips in the galaxy:

Epigraphs both star-themed:

Some more glamor shots because I'm so proud 💕

8.6 lbs // 3.8 kgs worth of books (~3000 total pages) 🥰

Celestial Navigation is also INCREDIBLY popular, and Sabre has been incredibly generous answering asks on her tumblr + writing additional one-shots in the universe. There is also a veritable volume of fanart. I was so inspired by seeing @robins-egg-bindery copy of ********, with its appendix of fanart & meta, that I promptly copied them.

fanart redacted because lots of the artists are no longer active on tumblr but just know i am ECSTATIC about the amount of art in these books

Lastly, I love how @clovenhoofbindery includes their 'Illustrator mess' with their bind posts, as a behind-the-scenes look into the wild process of designing these books. I don't actually have an Illustrator mess for this book (the chapter titles & title page pretty much came in one take), but I do have a DYING MESS. It took me sososo many tries to figure out how to get the dye to look how I imagined in my head. I ended up 'dye painting' instead of tie-dying in the end, but my inbox is always open to chat hand-dying/tie-dying/dyepainting (or what I did differently between any of these attempts). Numbers are the dying attempt.

Last process shot: I hand-dyed variegated linen thread to match the colors of the bind, which ends up being incredibly difficult to see on the finished bind, but was super fun while I was sewing!

Materials:

Body font: Kepler

Title font: Compaq 1982

Chapter number font: aliens & cows

Endpapers: recolored versions of the star chart used by Michael Collins during the Apollo 11 mission (archived at The Smithsonian)

Bookcloth: dyed using Dharma Trading Procion Fiber-Reactive Dyes

Title page and chapter headers: designed in Photoshop using the Ultimate Space brush pack by jeffrettalyn on DeviantArt

Metallic embroidery thread: Cosmo Nishikiito thread

I would dye for this embroidery thread. It is LIGHT YEARS better than the classic metallic embroidery thread from DMC: much easier to work with & much more sparkly. Literally so eye-catching; it truly doesn't translate to photos.

Paint for edges: Daniel Smith watercolor tubes in Iridescent Sunstone and Prussian Blue

Note: these are GORGEOUS watercolors. The color is so saturated and strong and beautiful BUT I don't think I'd recommend watercolors for edge painting. They went on very differently depending on the grit of the sandpaper I used for the edges + they sometimes bled into the pages + they had to be set with fixative, which then stuck the pages together.

[apollomes-supremacy]

Hello Gress can you please tell me the name and creator the splendid oil painting of Phoebus Apollo and Mercury that you have displayed on your Tumblr? I really like the painting and wanted to ask who's the painter because I like the old art of Apollo.. Thank you if can help me with this😃...

Hello! 🦢

I believe youre refering to the painting on my header: Apollo or The Three Protector of The Muses by Charles-André van Loo (Carle Van Loo), 1745.

(I previously thought it had another name, but apparently I was wrong lol)

This artist also has some other mythological works that I really like!

Marsyas Flayed by the Order of Apollo, 1975.

Juno, 1736.

Perseus and Andromeda, c.1735 - c.1740.

Venus and Cupids with the Arms of Mars, 1743.

Education of Cupid, c. 1750.

Jason and Medea, 1759.

Mercury and Argos, 18th century.

Baccus et Ariane, 18th century.

[eternaldarknesswitch]

Special Promot Valentine day ♥︎

Love Letters from (Suitor). – What words would they pour onto the page when no one is watching? Pairing ; Shu Sakamaki and Kou Mukami.

Header Credit: Diabolik Lover’s Series

Pairing: Multi Scenario x FemOc (Friend).

Tags : Yandere, DarkRomance, Obsession, Stalking, Possessiveness, Psychological Tension, VampiricThemes, Supernatural Romance, Gift Giving, LoveLetters, Slow Burn, Forbidden Longing, Intense Attraction, Dangerous Devotion, Blood Drinking, Manipulation, Emotional Conflict, Suspense, Power Imbalance, Soft Yet Unsettling

Warning : Dark & Intense Romantic Themes, Stalking & Obsession, Possessiveness & Yandere Themes, Blood Drinking (Kou’s Letter), Power Imbalance, Emotional Conflict.

A/N : Request from @love-scary-things, for special Valentine promotion: (2) Love Letters from (Suitor). – What words would they pour onto the page when no one is watching? For Diabolik Lover’s, Shu and Kou.

The following is my interpretation of what I believe Shu and Kou would say and act, and I kindly apologize if it does not align perfectly with the character or if you have a different understanding. Please bear in mind that it is intended purely for entertainment purposes and should not be taken to heart.

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Kou Mukami☆

"To My Little Sea Sprite" – A Love Letter, A Stalker’s Confession, A Dangerous Devotion

Kou wasn’t the kind of guy who second-guessed himself. Usually, when he wanted something, he took it. No hesitation, no overthinking. But Celine—Celine had thrown him into unfamiliar territory.

Stalking her was easy. Too easy. He knew the routes she took home, the cafés she liked, the way she carried herself with an effortless grace that made his fingers twitch with the urge to reach out and ruin it just a little. And then there was him—the tiny, golden-furred rabbit she had named Apollo. A ridiculous name for such a delicate creature, but somehow, it suited her. The rabbit was a mirror of his owner—soft and warm, yet just a little wary, as if it knew something dangerous lurked nearby.

Kou had grown used to watching her through a lens, a step behind the shadows, collecting pieces of her life like stolen treasures. But when it came to putting his thoughts into words, that was another story entirely. He had written draft after draft, torn through pages like a man possessed, his frustration mounting as nothing seemed right. Should he be poetic? Playful? Brutally honest? His fingers curled tight around the pen, his thoughts an unbearable mess. Every time he tried to explain why she had gotten under his skin, the words fell apart. How was he supposed to tell her that her voice had settled into his bones? That her scent haunted him? That the thought of her with someone else sent something dark and vicious curling inside him?

In the end, he settled on something raw. Something real.

The letter still burned in his pocket as he waited outside the concert venue, leaning against the wall with a lazy grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. His undead heart seem to pounded against his ribs, a foreign, infuriating rhythm. He wasn’t nervous—Kou Mukami didn’t get nervous. And yet, as he saw her stepping out, exhaustion clinging to her shoulders, he felt something tighten in his chest.

He had never been good at giving without taking. But tonight, just this once, he would let her have something.

A carefully selected bouquet of soft pink roses—delicate, lovely, just like her—and a box of chocolates, chosen with more thought than he’d ever admit. And the letter, neatly folded, tucked between the petals. The moment her gaze met his, he stepped forward, grin widening, his usual playful bravado slipping into place.

“Surprise, little sea sprite,” he murmured, holding the bouquet out to her, his fingers brushing hers as she reached for it. “Figured you deserved a little something after putting on a show for all those adoring fans. But don’t get the wrong idea—this isn’t me being nice or anything.” His voice lowered, the teasing lilt hiding something far more dangerous beneath. “Just… don’t keep me waiting too long, yeah?”

And with that, he turned, walking away before she could respond—before she could see just how much it really meant.

... ☆

Celine stood frozen in place, staring after him long after he disappeared into the night. The scent of roses filled her lungs, mingling with the lingering warmth of his touch on her fingers. What just happened?

Slowly, she looked down at the bouquet, her breath catching when she noticed the folded paper nestled between the petals. A love letter? From Kou Mukami? It didn’t seem possible, and yet… her fingers trembled as she pulled it free, unfolding the page with careful hands.

Her eyes scanned the words—words that should have unsettled her, but instead made her heartbeat quicken.

To My Little Sea Sprite,

I shouldn’t be writing this.

I shouldn’t even be thinking about you. But here I am, watching the ink stain the page, every word I carve out pulling me deeper under your spell. And the worst part? You don’t even know. You have no idea what you’ve done to me.

You were supposed to be just another face in the crowd, another girl starry-eyed and desperate for a piece of me. But you weren’t. You looked at me—not like an idol, not like something untouchable—but as a person. No screaming, no shaking hands, no suffocating obsession. Just… warmth. A quiet kind of admiration, the kind that seeped into my skin and made me feel seen.

And that should have been the end of it.

But I could smell it. The truth. The salt of the ocean clinging to your skin, the undeniable whisper of something not human. You don’t belong among them, do you? You walk in their world, smile for their cameras, let them call you Artemisia Jones as if that name could ever define you. But you and I both know that’s a lie. You’re something far rarer than that—a secret tucked away beneath layers of illusions. And yet, despite all that power, all that mystery, you stood in front of me and called me kind.

Do you know how dangerous that was?

Because now, I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop watching you. I tell myself it’s curiosity—just a game, just a little indulgence—but then I see you on screen, see someone else touching you, whispering sweet words in your ear, and something inside me snaps. You were never meant for them. Never meant to play pretend with someone else’s hands on you.

I should have waited longer. I should have let this burn a little more. But patience was never my strong suit, and you—you were so close. So warm. Your pulse hammering beneath my lips, the taste of you sinking into my senses, your breath catching in that moment before my fangs pierced your skin… was it fear? Or was it something else?

I wonder if you can still feel it. The ache. The heat. The way I pressed you against me, whispering that I wouldn’t stop. And I won’t. Not now. Not ever.

They can have Artemisia. They can praise her, desire her, pretend they know her. But Celine—sweet, trembling, breathtaking Celine—she belongs to me.

So be good, little sea sprite. Stay where I can see you. Keep pretending to be part of their world if it makes you feel safe. But don’t forget who you really belong to.

Because next time?

I won’t stop at just a taste.

Yours, always,

Kou Mukami☆

Celine’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the page. The words sent a shiver down her spine—both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.

He had been watching her. Following her. And yet, there was no mistaking the raw emotion behind his words. This wasn’t some shallow crush. This wasn’t just infatuation. This was obsession, tangled in devotion, laced with something dark and unshakable.

A deep heat pooled in her chest, her heart hammering as she read the letter again. The pink roses in her arms suddenly felt heavier, their petals soft yet suffocating.

He had left before she could respond, but somehow, she knew—he was still watching.

And, despite herself… she wasn’t sure she wanted him to stop.

✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

Shu Sakamaki ♪

A Love Letter from Shu Sakamaki – A Silent Devotion, A Restless Longing

Shu never cared for effort. Whether it was school, people, or the world around him—it was all just noise, something to endure until it inevitably faded into irrelevance. But then there was her.

Celine. Artemisia Jones. A nymph among humans.

He had first seen her in passing—just another student in the halls of school, just another face in a sea of meaningless people. He should have forgotten her the moment she walked away. And yet, he hadn’t.

She was different. Unlike the others who either feared him or pestered him for attention, she was simply… there. Never pushing, never prying, but never looking away either.

"It must be tiring, letting everyone take pieces of you."

The words had settled in his mind, unshakable. As if she understood.

It had irritated him.

More than he cared to admit, he had started watching her. Not because he cared—he told himself that much—but because he needed to know what made her different. Why she lingered in his thoughts when no one else ever did.

He found himself drawn to the way she carried herself—soft-spoken yet unyielding, reserved yet undeniably present. The way she sat beneath the shade of a tree during lunch, her fingers absently twirling strands of her hair as she gazed at the sky. The way she moved through the world, gentle and graceful, but never truly belonging to it.

Then, of course, there was Apollo.

That ridiculous golden-furred rabbit she always carried when no one was watching, whispering softly to it as though it could understand.

She was odd. And for some reason, he couldn’t look away.

It had gotten worse—his distraction, his irritation. He caught himself waiting for her, lingering in places he never had a reason to be, memorizing her habits without realizing it. He should have ignored her. He tried.

But she made it impossible.

Which led to this.

A letter he never meant to write. A gift he never meant to buy. He had spent too much time debating whether it was worth it before finally shoving both under her pillow, leaving no trace of his presence behind.

And then, he left.

... ♪

The day had been long.

Celine sighed as she entered her bedroom, stretching her arms above her head. School had been exhausting as always—draining, suffocating. The meaningless chatter, the empty social obligations… None of it had ever felt real to her.

All she wanted was to collapse into bed, to rest.

But the moment she laid down, she felt it—something firm beneath her pillow.

Frowning, she sat up, reaching beneath it until her fingers brushed against something smooth. Slowly, she pulled it out—a black velvet box. Confused, she turned it over in her hands before her eyes landed on the second object: a folded, slightly crumpled letter.

Her heartbeat quickened as she carefully unfolded the paper.

The Letter ..

Celine,

I should have ignored you. I tried. But you don’t make it easy.

You linger. In ways I don’t have the patience to explain. In the quiet, in the noise, in the spaces between my thoughts. You take up too much room in my mind, and I hate it.

You—who walk so easily between two worlds. A nymph among humans. A woman playing a role that isn’t really hers. You pretend so well it almost fools me, but I know better. I see through it. I see you.

And yet, you make it so damn difficult to stay detached.

You were supposed to be just another passing moment. A name I would forget. But you weren’t. And now, I don’t know what to do with you.

You irritate me. You make me restless. And worse, you make me care.

I don’t know what you want from me. I don’t know if you want anything at all. But if you’re going to keep invading my thoughts, then you should at least know this—

I won’t ignore you anymore.

Shu..

Celine's breath hitched.

Slowly, her eyes drifted back to the black velvet box in her hands. With careful fingers, she flipped it open—inside was a delicate silver necklace, a single deep-blue sapphire at its center, gleaming softly under the dim bedroom light.

Her fingers traced its surface, a warmth spreading in her chest, both unfamiliar and overwhelming.

This… Shu Sakamaki did this?

It was almost unbelievable.

Shu, who avoided effort, who never seemed to care about anything, had gone out of his way to leave this.

Her lips parted, then curled into a small, breathless smile.

"You're such a liar, Shu," she murmured to the quiet room, pressing the letter close to her heart.

He had been watching her all along.

✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

End...

Written by : @eternaldarknesswitch

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[brodorokihousuke]

this is my first time actually looking at ur blog and not just whatever post makes it to my dash and i have a couple of questions

what is that header image good lord that caught me of guard

i am illiterate. does your pinned post say that one of ur pronouns is "fine"?!? because thats hilarious. "Apollo Justice is fine!" you sure are buddy, you sure are

I'm soo happy that's still baffling people LMAO

so anyways. yes. behold the glory of womanizer Apollo. I, back in 2020, found a bunch of thumbnails for music videos some guy on Bilibili had made using Apollo's model (original post here), one of which was Womanizer... I, because I thought it was funny as hell, made it my header. But a bit ago, when I was actively fucking with models, someone pointed out that I could recreate it myself with DD Apollo. And that's when I made that!

and yeah that was just me saying that he or they were fine to use sobs. While it would also be funny as hell my pronoun itself is not fine LMAO

[roxenworks]

Intro Post!!!!

Hello! Welcome to my blog :) You can call me Roxen or Onyx. I'm going to be writing whump of course, with the main focus being on my OCs! The universe these OCs are Fantasy. Expects lots of magic and nonhuman whumpees and whumpers. Though I will say they do have modern aus, whether or not I'll write it is up to question.

Favorite Tropes:

Magical/Fantasy Whump

Pet Whump

Angel/Demon Whump

Hero/Villain Whump

Captive Whump

Disliked Tropes:

Giant/Tiny

Team Whump

Sickfic

Tags (To Be Continued):

#roxenwrites for all my writing

#roxenanswers for my asks

#roxenspeaks for all my regular posts

Series! (WIP Names):

Treacherous Magic:

(This series is about Apollo and Elliot. Two dragons. Though there may be other characters once in a while. I do not plan to write this in an exactly concrete timeline. Just using them in prompts. Do not expect comfort.)

Out of The Pan and Into The Fire Exhaustion Drabble

Fallen Feathers:

(These series is a bit more complex, the main people being Griffin and Dante. Demon and Angel respectively. The main focus being pet whump, specifically training pets. This will be much more in depth lore wise and timeline wise.)

Worse Than Dying Whumptober Day 8

I'll be taking drabble requests for all my OCs!

Requests: 0/3

image credits:

PFP and header by: @/hiddencircus

Dividers by: @/mmadeinheavenn

Theme by: @/n0nspace

[epically-ace-attorney]

Hello There!

I was wondering what characters are seen in this au and also who they are analogous to ^^

Hi!

I'll give you a few for now :)

In the header image we have: Phoenix - Odysseus Edgeworth - Penelope Apollo - Telemachus Trucy and Sebastian are also kids of Miles and Phoenix, just adopted after Phoenix left for war ("my real wife knows I don't have a daughter" - he does, he just doesn't know about her yet, and we also figured that the sirens' interpretations of what their daughter might look like would be different to Trucy) Clay is there because we love him and he and Apollo have history and vibes so we had to. Clay lives!

In the fic I wrote we find out that Maya and Pearl are both Tiresias (bc we couldn't think of a role for Maya tbh and her being with Pearl fits), and that Kristoph is Eurylochus. We originally planned for him to be Antinous bc then he'd be up against Apollo, but then we swapped him with who we originally had for Eurylochus and it fits better. I hope that makes sense ^^;;

Larry is Polites. It's super sad, I know, but Larry has that upbeat kinda energy that Polites has in EPIC.

Mia is Athena! I love the idea of Mia as Athena and Siren agreed with me haha - as for Athena Cykes, she's a highly trusted handmaiden, mostly of Trucy but also with Miles sometimes.

We loved Gumshoe too much to put him in a role where he might die, so he's one of the top guards of the palace <3

Hope this answers a few things! :D

~ Wel

[magicalgirlfia]

Started playing Cosmic Turnabout, these are my thoughts so far.

ID:

[A drawing of Apollo Justice running on a blue and white gradient background. The header text reads: “JUST WALK OUT” with smaller italic text below it reading “you can leave”. Next to Apollo there is a list reading

work

social thing

court

home

crime scene

hospital

best friends death

too fancy space station

blackquill if your quick

friend ships

The bottom text reads as “IF IT SUCKS… HIT DA BRICKS!!” With cursive text underneath it saying “real winners quit”]

END ID

[aspoonofsugar]

Hello! I hope your week is good to you, and if not that it gets better. It appears that you are intrigued by Lore Olympus. May I ask if you could do an analysis on Hades there, if you have the time. I love your thoughts on Persephone, and her duality. Also, have you ever had any thoughts on changing your header and icon to prevent from being thought as a bot?

Drink water and eat vegetables regularly. Drink milk also if you could.

Hi!

My week was good, thank you! I hope yours was fine, as well :)

So, I'll start from your last question about my icon and header :P I have, but never did out of laziness tbh. Probably I will one day, when I feel like it :)

Now, for your main question... yes, I enjoyed Lore Olympus's run! I am more of a casual reader, so I do not know the story or characters, as well as I do for other series. Still, it was a very fun read to have weekly:) I love the art and I think it had some genuinely great ideas and characters. I also think there was a drop in quality at a certain point and some pacing issues, but overall it managed to stay consistent with its main themes and delivered a satisfying conclusion to the two main characters' arc... All of this to say that I think the series gets way too much hate, which is honestly disproportionate and kinda absurd tbh... Like, there are series that screwed up more than LO ever did and get waaaaaaaaaaaaay less criticism. (Also, personally I feel strongly against the whole it isn't a good representation of the original myth argument...).

Anyway, this was all to say that yes, I can do a quick analysis of Hades. Or to better say, I can share my thoughts on him and what I think his role in the story is.

In general, Lore Olympus is a revisitation of Persephone and Hades's myth, which is extremely rich. So, it can be interpreted in many ways and a retelling can focus on many different aspects of the classical story... You can focus on Demeter's point of view and explore the story of a mother losing a child to an unjust society... You can have a Persephone trapped in the Underworld who is trying to escape from an abuser... You can even have an enemy to lovers' version of the myth... It all depends on what intrigues you the most about the story.

Now, obviously what intrigued LO's author is Persephone and Hades's complementary, which gets reflected in their designs, their personalities and their arcs.

Persephone is young, linked to spring (life) and feminine (hence why she is pink and has softer lines)

Hades is old, linked to the underworld (death) and masculine (hence why he is blue and has harsher lines)

The twist is that even if superficially Persephone and Hades seem to embody their gender stereotypes to a T, they are actually more complex. Persephone angers easily and can be impulsive and violent. Hades is sensitive and dreams of romance and belonging. They are both forced to comform to their gender stereotypes by society, which we soon discover having been created through a cycle of abuse. This violence is both generational (parents abusing children, who end up abusing their own children as a result of their own trauma) and domestic. Every King is able to rise to power only by using a more powerful Goddess and stealing their agency. As a result, Hades and Persephone's stories deal with these two kinds of abuse. And they do so in a mirrored way.

Initially:

Persephone's story focuses on her complicated relationship with Demeter, who is an abusive mother

Hades's story focuses on his complicated romantic story with Minthe, which is unhealthy

As the story goes on, though, the focus shifts:

Persephone faces Demeter and the two find closure. Meanwhile, though, she ends up as the object of sexual abuse by Apollo and she has to deal with the aftermath and the complicated feelings this violence leaves her with.

Hades and Minthe's relationship comes to an end (in a rather tumultuous way) and Hades can slowly address the root of all his complexes. That is his relationship with Cronos, his violent and abusive father.

Basically, by the end Persephone deals with romantic and sexual abuse. Her conflict with Apollo is linked to the mysoginy present in Olympian society. The mysoginy that made so all fertility goddesses before her were used and eventually discarded.

Hades's storyline instead deals with generational trauma and child abuse. He faces Cronos and realizes he doesn't have to be the kind of father Cronos was. That his father's abuse does not define him and that he can be happy with his new family.

This complementarity is made very obvious in the final arc, where Persephone deals with Apollo and Hades with Cronos. Not only that, but before facing their respective abusers both Persephone and Hades help another character:

Persephone resurrects Hera and frees the potential Zeus had been suffocating in their unhealthy relationship. She helps an older woman to find her own agency again.

Hades reassures his future daughter Melinoe that it is not her fault Cronos is abusing her. He saves his inner child by helping a small girl.

Finally, they do so by inverting traditional gender roles. On the one hand Persephone is given the chance to rage. The wrath she had been accumulating (which is literally embodied by Eris) gets to come out and she gets to humiliate Apollo and to walk away. On the other hand Hades gets to forgive Cronos. He frees himself from the hate and manages to move on.

When it comes to Hades, he is also throuhgtly foiled with Hera in this. In his final moments, Cronos is still projecting gender roles on both Hades and Hera. He projects Uranus on Hades and sees his son as an extension of his father. He instead sees Hera as a feminine presence that can understand, empathize and ultimately heal him. Well, it turns out he got them both wrong. Hades is the one empathizing with him, he is the one who has tried to understand Cronos all along. Hera instead is the one who despises him and who chooses not to care nor to forgive him in the end. Cronos does not understand them, so he ultimately dies without empathy... That is because he asked it from the wrong person.

Anyway, after defeating their respective abusers, Persephone and Hades find each other again and they unite their powers. However, they do so in the opposite way all the other royal couples did. Hades is the one empowering Persephone and not the other way around. As a result, Persephone fixes the macrochosm by reliving all the other fertility goddesses. Hades instead plays a key role in the microchosm by assisting Persephone. This is even highlight by Persephone becoming a giant and Hades happily flying around her.

So, these are my general thoughts on the series, its main themes and Hades's meaning for the overal narrative.

Thank you for the ask!

[nanamismoonchild]

deceiving the moon

->chapter 11- the pan handler

->pairing: namjoon x oc (persephone)

->genre: greek god, fantasy

->wc: ~1.5k

->warnings: choking, name-calling, rough fingering, power dynamics on both sides, unhinged namjoon and oc (both of them are crazy), Persephone being mean

credits: this fic was beta read by the lovely @augustbutwinter and the header was made by the lovely @birbdae

a/n: somehow i found enough time to write a few words.it's been *checks notes* a whillllleeeeeeeeeeeee since i wrote namjoon and our girlboss persephone. please comment or send an ask my way if you enjoyed it. Or better yet, send an owl with a lovely letter. :D OH OH I hope you all get the reference too!

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also posted on ao3

Persephone had hoped Namjoon would let her explore more of her new kingdom. However, he explained that they had an appointment with a familiar god by the name of Park Jimin. 

To humans, he was Pan. To Persephone, he was a nuisance much like the rest of the gods that she had met so far. The only difference is she had interacted with Jimin more times than she would have liked to admit.  

Her mother enjoyed his company and invited him to help with harvests. He also lurked around the lake surrounding her old home, flirting with the nymphs. And with her. She couldn’t count on her fingers how many times she rebuffed him, only for him to come back the next day.  

In fact, she had a feeling, she already knew what he would say the moment she was in his proximity. 

“You picked him? Over me?” Jimin screeched, damn near tossing himself into her personal space. He managed to sound both accusatory and hurt at the same time. 

“And why on Gaea’s green earth would I ever choose you?”

Sulkily, he replied, “Because obviously I’m the better choice. I’m your mother’s favorite.”

“My mother didn’t have favorites,” Persephone said plainly, hoping to hurt the man’s feelings. “And if she did, she’d be foolish to choose you.”

“You can be such a bi-”

Namjoon huffed and stood up from his chair, swiftly, trying to save his friend from getting slapped into the next century. “If you’re done flirting with my wife, Jimin, I’d like to begin this meeting. I’d like to get some sleep tonight.”

The new goddess of the underworld and the young god of the wild both turned their heads to Namjoon at the same time, and eerily, both said, “You’re organizing?”

Namjoon’s heart broke a little.

“Yes, but that’s neither here nor there with you, Jimin.”

Persephone sat next to Namjoon, easily sliding into her business persona. A persona she didn’t even realize she had until now. Being Queen was changing her, and she loved every single moment of it. 

Jimin scoffed, “Right. You want to hold a ball in this silly dirty-”

“Do not insult my new home, shepherd.”

Jimin braved the intentional insult and kept going.  He was used to Persephone despising every man that walked into her life. From what he’d heard, she had already knocked Yoongi down a couple of pedestals, made Jungkook bleed, and put Namjoon into his place. He wasn’t (yes, he was) afraid of what she’d do to him.  

“I’m sorry. Your lovely castle. You want to turn this place into the finest place ever. With my help. Why not just call Apollo?” “Tried. No answer, “ Namjoon said plainly. 

“Of course. He must be off doing some trials or something. I heard he got into some really bad stuff.”

“Before you two turn into gossiping nymphs, what is this about a ball?” Persephone questioned, turning to look at Namjoon. “This is the first I’ve heard of such a thing and we’ve both spent the night taking care of…errands.”

Jimin didn’t bother asking what errands the two of them took; he felt if he asked his feelings would get more than hurt. 

“Ah, it was a last minute thing. And it’s not really a ball. It’s more of a ceremony for the both of us.”

He side-eyed Jimin. 

“I wanted to create a song for you. And I thought that Jimin would be the perfect candidate to help me. After Apollo of course.”

Namjoon thought he heard a small “whatever” come from Jimin. 

The look of complete disgust was painted onto Persephone’s beautiful face as she realized what Namjoon had suggested. 

“I’d rather listen to the cries of the dead as they cross the Styx and realize they’re being rowed away on a boat driven by that idiot you trust so much.”

Damn. The woman managed to insult all three men and one of them wasn’t even in the room. 

“Persephone, my music is not that bad. The Pan Girls say that-”

“Pan Girls,” Persephone rolled her eyes. “They are nothing more than women who have laid in bed with you on more than one occasion. That is the name that common men, such as yourself, give them. It’s close to being called a whore. Please do not ever call the women who idol you that despicable name.”

Jimin felt as if an arrow had been shot and lodged in his chest. His cheeks became warm and red as shame rose up his body.  He had thought it was one of those adorable fan names. 

“And please, no music made by a man has ever made me happy,” Persephone added to complete the reading she had just given the poor man. “Now, if you had asked Euterpe, I would have taken any song by her.”

“Well, she was unavailable, considering she’s one of the nine.” Namjoon gritted out, wanting to add a demand that Persephone stop insulting his friends or he wouldn’t have anyone except Cerberus.  

“Hm, too bad. I guess I’ll take the half goat then.”

Jimin was ready to cry. There were only so many insults he could take, and the Queen may have just found his limit. 

“Namjoon, I don’t think I feel comfortable singing a song for the bitch who clearly does not like me.”

Namjoon sucked in his teeth. Enough was enough. If she was going to be a queen, petty insults needed to stop.   “Persephone.”

“Yes?” Persephone asked innocently, instantly hearing the low tone Namjoon used with nuisances. “Please apologize to our guest.” 

The grin that spread across his queen’s face was absolutely terrifying. It was the smile of a woman who knew she had all the power. And no one could take it from her. 

“Now, “ she started, tracing circles along Namjoon’s arm, “if I do that, it wouldn’t be sincere. And Jimin deserves a sincere apology. Don’t you, Jiminie? ”The tone she used was sultry and, obviously, fake, but that didn’t deter Jimin. 

He loved being called Jiminie, and finally hearing it from Persephone, someone he had been infatuated with for years called him tha,made every insult she had made towards him disappear. 

He was sucked into her charms immediately.

“I do deserve one. Listen, I’ll make up calling my admirers, Pan Girls, by writing and singing the best song you’ve ever heard.”

“You will?” Persephone gushed, still putting on a false performance. 

She knew Namjoon wasn’t pleased but to hell with him. 

The god of flutes nodded giddily and took off before Persephone or Namjoon could say anything else. 

The throne room was empty besides the two of them. Normally, a swarm of servants would come over.  Persephone still couldn’t register the days or nights in the Underworld very well; however, she knew from her the sleepiness that suddenly overwhelmed her, it was late in the night, which meant the servants were also in bed. 

She yawned and stood, aiming to stretch her legs. She became aware of Namjoon sliding next to her; she made the mistake of presuming he was going to offer to carry her as he normally did. 

Instead he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into his front. His other hand made its way to her throat. And pressed. Not enough to completely cut her off, but enough for her to feel lightheaded but excited all the same. 

Namjoon leaned in close to Persephone’s ear, so that he knew she was listening. 

“Whenever we have guests, my queen, you will respect them,” he moved the hand that was on her waist to her middle, bunching up the night dress she wore. Almost exposing her. 

“No more of these petty jabs. Business only.”

She decided to mess with Namjoon, “Or what?” 

Mistake. A big one. 

Namjoon whipped her around and pushed her into her throne. The Egyptian cotton stuffed velvet pillow felt like heaven underneath her,  but Namjoon didn’t give her time to enjoy the feeling. He lifted her dress, and slid two fingers inside of her warmth. 

Persephone moaned and began rocking on his fingers before the arm he wasn’t using pinned her thighs down. She pouted, but the onslaught of Namjoon’s fingers didn’t allow her to chastise him. She quickly felt a coil begin to emerge, and couldn’t believe it was so soon. 

Unfortunately, just as soon it began, it ended. 

Namjoon slid his fingers out, her pussy making a shameful wet noise as he removed them.   The sound warmed Persephone’s cheeks as she tried to catch her breath. 

“You keep doing what you’re doing–you won’t get what you want,” Namjoon said, his voice still dripping with the dark vibe. He licked both fingers clean, relishing Persephone’s taste. 

Persephone opened her mouth to complain, but it was promptly shut with Namjoon stuffing both of his fingers into her mouth. She tasted a little of herself, and Namjoon’s own saliva on her tongue.  

“We’re going to go to our room and sleep. You’re not getting that orgasm tonight. We’ll see how you behave in the morning.”

Persephone nodded, reluctantly. 

Namjoon smiled, no, he beamed. It was the same terrifying grin that Persephone had earlier. No one could take away the power Persephone had as the Underworld’s Queen. Except the King, her king. 

[bones4thecats]

I am going to write a piece while my headers for Demon Slayer and Diabolik Lovers get finished. I wish you all Happy Holidays and a Happy New Year in the meantime!

[sploonkballz]

TIMELINE OF UNITY MASTERPOST

"They've been given the gift of a second chance at a real life. It's been a long and difficult process, but Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello and Raphael are adjusting to having different timeline versions of their siblings and living a somewhat normal life in a world where mutants, beasts, and humans have always lived together, and the kraang never ripped their world apart. The adjustment didn't just affect them, though. The four turtles that Mikey rescued from his timeline, Zeus, Dionysus, Apollo, and Artemis, have had their own challenges and adjustments growing up as children who knew the fate of their home world. The four wish to become an unstoppable gang of heroes and follow in their dad's footsteps, but they face great challenges and villains along the way. Meanwhile, an enemy masquerades as an ally, and is thirsty for revenge, no matter what it takes to make it happen."

More info below the break

INFO AND DESIGN SHEETS

Zeus: Zeus design sheet [Work in progress]

Dee 'Dionysus': Dionysus design sheet [Work in progress]

Apollo: Apollo design sheet [Work in progress]

Artemis: Artemis design sheet [Work in progress]

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This is technically a branch of my other iteration, SVTMNT [The masterpost for that can be found here!]

Posts will be tagged as #Timeline of Unity and #SVTOU !

(Im tired so I apologize if the header quote makes no sense/has errors/whatever)