#greek accent

[chubby-maimaki]

excuse me sir. i have to come in and defend the greek because. you! do not! sound! weird! you sound full of love and i am saying it from experience because i’ve heard @anastasia-93-daybidaylove on vc and she sounds the most full of love.

I'm pretty sure it's Ana's lovely voice (I've never heard her but I'm certain she sounds cute). And I do love the Greek language, but damn I believe we have no special accent 😂

[heresronnie21]

Option 1: apollo has a greek accent

Option 2: Apollo as a god can speak any language, and as the god of music can perfectly replicate any sound. Therefore he can speak any language in a number of native accents.

Option 3: apollo puts on a greek accent

[baskeigh-ball]

@rateater2000​ you. i like the way you think >:)

now all four of them be stylin (they’re not completely the same, if that’s what you were expecting, but I wanted to give them a little ✨flair✨)

[puppetmaster13u]

You know what I need? I need a scene, either alone or in a group, of like, a hero or someone talkin to someone. For example Superman and Batman talkin, everything normal right?

And then I need it to switch to the pov of an outsider and they just have the thickest accents in the world. Somehow speaking the same language and understanding each other while the civilian is just ????

[sarafangirlart]

I don’t understand why romantasy, ya fantasy and literally 90% of booktok books so insistent on making their protagonists assassins, mercenaries and spies like do these writers know that other jobs exist? It’s even worse when they adapt Greek mythology like I saw a retelling with Ariadne as an assassin and another with Perseus as a thief like why?

I’ve been reading a fantasy manga where the protagonist who’s an archivists not a fighter (tho he fights when he needs to obv) and he’s documenting his ppl’s culture, heritage, magic and history, it’s especially more compelling since his ppl are going through a genocide so his work is extremely important, this story would be so much less interesting if he had a more stereotypically action-y role. It’s called Children of the Whales.

[spineless-lobster]

who is this zagreus fellow

*cracks knuckles*

Oh boy where do I start (this meme is the epitome of him tbh)

This lovely lad is zagreus from the hit supergaint game Hades!!! (I’m currently installing it woooo!!!)

He is the son of hades and prince of the underworld, the gist of his story is that he finds out his real mother persephone is living on the surface and he tries to escape the underworld (time and time again, with the help of the olympians) to meet her and return her to the underworld

He has:

Daddy issues ✅

Bisexual ✅

Stupid ✅

Too kind for his own good ✅

Sillygoofy ✅

Polyamorous ✅

Looking for meaning in his life ✅

Chaotic good ✅

Fucking Death (literally fucking Death incarnate) ✅

Heterochromia ✅

And I love him deeply lol, I hope this was an effective summary!

[secret-smut-sideblog]

It Happened Quiet

(a short lucanis x f! rook drabble. cause I'm normal and not impaled in a spike pit 👍)

PG-13 - developing feelings, drug use (weed), sloppy makeout yesss, spite being a shit, yearning, pining, the works

Masterlist

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"You're kidding." Rook's eyes stayed on the ceiling. Taking the royal elfroot cigarette as he offered it back.

"Cross my heart." Lucanis edged a smile, his body heavy and still.

The herbs had been her idea 'Old elf remedy,' she claimed. Something to help him sleep. Rook had offered to stay in case he had a bad reaction. And he had been planning to sleep, but they had fallen in loose limbs on the pantry floor. Just enjoying each other's proximity and pleasantly lost in deep winding conversation.

It was all very new to him. The imbibing herbs, sure, but moreso, the pleasure of her company.

He liked her voice, the way her Nevarran accent softened and fluttered over words. He liked how easy it was to be near her. Like she had always been there, he just hadn't looked up at the right moment yet.

How the conversation had landed on intimacy, he wasn't sure, but talking with her proved to be a journey led with many delightful detours. But the herbs had taken most of the shame out of him, so he didn't mind.

She propped her head on an elbow, peering down at him good naturedly. Pointing with the two fingers holding the cigarette.

"All that suave and you've been with 'two, maybe two and a half' lovers?" She appraised him, but then seemed to really consider it. To consider him. "Well, I guess you were probably not afforded a lot of private time, huh?"

He tapped the tip of his nose, confirming her. He liked how intuitive she was. Explaining himself was often a shameful exercise. One he was always in fear of failing, somehow.

"Hmm, I mean, I don't have much room to talk." She mused, falling back in a flop. "I'm only experienced from my little impromptu trip from Necropolis." She waved her hand above her head.

"Is that so?" He led.

Keep talking. Talking to us. Talk all night.

Spite's distant, hazy voice demanded. He couldn't even refute it. He wanted the same.

"I mean, for the most part. I'm still not used to all the touching. The living are so warm." She offered the word almost in disgust, and Lucanis couldn't help but laugh. Finding his own hangups not that strange in her disclosure.

"Gloves help." He offered.

"True. But people usually aren't into being fondled with gloves that have handled the dead."

"My gloves are blood-soaked, too, cariño."

The endearment slipped out before he could catch it, but she took it without breaking her stride.

"Oh sure, but the whole assassin thing, it's romantic, no?" Her accent picked up, lilting through words. Setting his foolish heart fluttered under the calm of his limbs.

"Eh, whose to say." She sighed as if he had verbalized his disagreement. "I should let you sleep, anyway."

No! Don't let her leave!

"Goodnight, Lucanakis."

His heart fully shuddered in his chest. Bolting up onto a forearm to pause her gathering her things.

She stared wide-eyed at his sudden intensity, but didn't pull away from it. Appraising him more with curiosity after a moment.

Panic hot in his belly.

Now what, little man? Spite cackled. Tick, tock! She's waiting!

But he was wrong. Cause it was her.

She smiled sweetly, seeing his intention. Sitting cross-legged across from him. Only taking his hand.

Her touch was a shock to his system. Skin cool and rivaling a petal, curling his fingers over hers. Thumb gently grazing his knuckles.

Just that small intimacy was overwhelming. Spite hissed demand after demand in his ear to let him in. But Lucanis narrowed his world to just the sweet of her caressing. Staring at their joined hands in astonishment.

He wondered how she learned this. This tenderness. Was it inherent in her? Was it in him as well, somewhere deep and dormant? Or is this how she touched corpses as they were tended?

The thought sent no disgust through him. He imagined the peace of being still and cracked open down the middle in her care. Her kind hands soothing him on a gurney. No longer there to feel her touch but given softness regardless.

Such a silly thing. To be gentle with a corpse.

He liked her so much.

Oh. Oh no.

His hand reached out tentatively to her knee, watching the appendage as if it was foreign to him. Cupping the curve under his palm. Strong and solid beneath his uncertain grip. Testing that same sweeping of his thumb, looking up to gauge her reaction.

Her lips had fallen in a soft part, hazy eyes seeking his own reaction. Darting over his lips in turn.

She leaned toward him, the air softened in anticipation. A warm and heavy miasma surrounded them. A pocket of the world where only they lived.

His hand trembled on her knee, frozen in place as she drew ever closer. Heart crashing into his ribcage. Eyes darting over every inch of her beautiful face. So near him that he could feel the breath leaving her.

Her hand raised and slid over his cheek. Fingers splaying and holding the tender of him. Pressing her cool balm into the frantic skin.

He nearly whimpered as his eyes closed, leaning his cheek into her palm like a hopeful stray rubbing against a leg. Basking in just one fleeting moment of comfort.

This was more than enough to last him for months. Years, even. Then the plush of her lips slid against his mouth.

He moaned, a small sound. Maker, she felt like lightning. Arcing across him in urgent pulses. His body fired on all cylinders as he gathered her to him, grasping into her sides. Kissing her back with rising fervor.

No, closer. He needed closer.

He crushed his lips into hers, moaning in earnest from deep in his chest. Rising onto knees, pulling her up with him. Smearing his need into her perfect mouth.

Fuck, more. More!

More!

Spite's roar pulled him away. Gasping and reeling back from the animal hunger he hadnt even known had been coiled inside him. Shame flipped in his belly.

But Rook only found his eyes again.

"You okay?"

"It's Spite." He shook his head mournfully.

"I could entertain him for a while, give you a break." She rose back to feet, smiling down at him with her cardigan folded over her arm.

"No!" He shuffled to feet.

Yes! YES!

Spite danced gleefully around her.

She gave a little jump and laughed, feeling him there.

"I have a lot of experience with spirits, Lucanis. All kinds. I'll be okay."

Yes, she's fun! You're never fun!

"Don't go far." He urged in a solemn hush.

"I won't. Get some rest." She smiled as Spite had already started playing with her hair, surely in an effort to annoy her. But she seemed to find it endearing, appraising her invisible tormentor with the teasing scowl you give a misbehaving child.

Spite seemed delighted by this turn of events, fully devoting his attention to her. Following as she left the pantry in a quiet sweep of feet.

Lucanis closed his eyes, settling in a slump against the wall. Alone. Maker, he hadn't been truly alone in so long.

Reverent in the silence.

A gift. A moment of peace.

He leaned his head into his palms. Groaning out through fingers.

"Mierda..."

He really liked her.

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[green-and-grey-kenaz]

As much as I love my German speaking Blacks headcanon, there is nothing so English as speaking only English, assuming everyone else just has to get with the picture and if the language barrier is still a problem, talk louder.

[byfulcrums]

Greek gods can give themselves whatever accent they want, when Artemis speaks Spanish she gives herself an Argentinian accent no I am not taking criticism

[shittywriterbrain]

pfft this ιδιώτης doesn't even know the difference between greek and latin. παθητικός

[lcvescountdown]

apollo's southern accent in the pjo audiobooks has me dying

like not what i expected but ok????

[heresronnie21]

Greek accent Lester you live in my heart forever

[lazyghostmiserishere]

KLOKTOBER DAY 5:USE A SELF INSERT OR OC

Context: Basically After the aotd events, Dethklok still tours and makes music, Murderface then reunites with his old high school girlfriend Barbara who is an artist in her free time( but also works for computers ).After some reunion fun, She helps him to work on Planet Piss and she has been a big inspiration so when it was finally released, Murderface takes her with him to appear on TV. (She was pretty nervous inside lol). Ever since that interview Murderface took her EVERYWHERE. She was mostly there also on the backstage during concerts to give her man water and support him.

Then marriage comes lol

[hititposie]

how do you guys hc technoblade and phil because sometimes phil comes out as french for me and idk how to fix the printer that gave me that

[itachi86]

why is apollo like french

[godblooded]

the little kid i work with escaped the ukraine two years ago. my family immigrated in the 50s/60s to escape the turkish occupation in my papou’s village in greece. and it is both immensely heartbreaking and also insanely healing to help someone the way my grandparents weren’t helped when they got to this country.