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He couldn't help himself. The way you innocently had your hand out, thumb up asking passing cars to hitch a ride- that pretty look on your face once you saw him, he couldn't bring himself to not stop and offer assistance. He was all alone heading back from a quick cool off cruise from getting into a heated argument with Cilla about her getting rid of one of his beloved cars. The fact that she couldn't even calm little Lisa Marie down without the help of some Nanny when she woke from their shouting also got on his nerves. His eyes trail up your freshly shaven legs, your little work dress much too high for you to walk alone in this terrifying town of Hollywood. Swerving his car in front of the sidewalk he gives a soft smile with a hard to catch glint of lust in his eyes- reaching over he opens the door for you to get in. Your eyes lit up as soon as you realize who it is. you knew that he was cute but you didn't know that he was Elvis fucking Presley. Putting your purse in front of you- you timidly get into his obviously expensive Lincoln- sitting on top of the leather seat, gratitude fills your eyes as you look over at him.
All the thoughts of his little wife and daughter at home left his mind as soon as you gave him that shy smile- batting your long false eyelashes towards him.
‘’Where ya heading, honey?’’ .
As you give him your address you watch as his eyes peer down at your exposed thighs. giving you a swift nod- he tears his eyes away and starts to drive with one hand. The other seems to be holding a cigar- tilting the ash out the window. ‘’You live here or jus visiting?’’ He asks, the smell of smoke and woodsy cologne fill your scents as you run your fingers flirtatiously through your hair. ‘’I just moved here about a month ago with my parents.’’
Deeply humming at your explanation- he peers back at you. He’s betting money that you’ll be easy to persuade to tend to his needs. If you're comfortable enough wearing that skimpy dress and all that makeup he was almost sure. The way your fingers were swirling in your silky hair was also very telling. ‘’You always ask guys for rides or?’’ He gives a soft chuckle bringing his cigar up to his plump lips. The wind blows his black hair a little as he speeds down the mostly empty street.
‘’N-no I…I just didn’t have a ride for today. This is new to me, I c-can give you money.’’ Looking down in a flustered manner you begin rummaging through your purse. His hand firmly rests on yours as he shoots you a smirk. ‘’Nah, I don’t need your money.’’
Setting his hand back on the gear, you shoot him a confused look as you zip your purse back up. ‘’You know- you're very nice for giving me a ride. I was standing there for nearly ten minutes.’’ A radiant smile replaces your pout as you look over at him.
‘’A pretty girl like you? Well that don’t sound right. I’m glad I came along n’ got you before some wacky hippie did.’’ A blush creeps on your cheeks at the compliment as you let out a soft giggle. Your friends are going to flip once they hear about this.
Your beautiful giggle was enough for Elvis to know there’s no way you’d turn him down. ‘’You're so far, honey. I ain’t gonna bite ya.’’ He teases as he brings his arm up to rest behind you on the top of the seat as he softly grips your arm, pulling your body into his side. His fingers begin grazing your smooth exposed arm.
‘’Unless ya want me to.’’ He playfully whispers in your ear, giving your cheek a soft kiss. Shivering at his warm breath fanning over your neck- you can’t help but feel dizzy from the attention. Not only were you in the car with one of the most famous men of the twentieth century but he was clearly flirting with you. ‘’That does sounds like a good idea.’’ You flirt back as you bring your little hand to gently rest on his jean covered thigh.
Smirking, he once again eyes your very much exposed thighs. ‘’Ain’t you cold walking around like that all day?’’
Shaking your head- you turn to face him. You're so close your nose almost bumps his jaw. Looking up at him you can’t help the slick that spills out of your hole- being next to him was intoxicating. His presence alone was enough to make you drool but the smell of his cologne surrounding you and the way his fingers are now pulling the dress strap off your shoulder- you feel completely enthralled by the whole situation. ‘’You’re tv special was so good.’’ You breathe out as he begins to run the pads of his fingertips up and onto your sensitive neck. Watching him speed up the streets of Hollywood- you gently bring your hand closer to his aching clothed length.
Humming at your compliment- and the way your unchipped polished hand is slowly rising- he gives you a heartfelt grin- giving you an almost bashful blush. ‘’What part did ya like most, honey?’’
‘’When you sang ‘One Night’ in that black leather suit, it got me all worked up.’’ Your flirtatious tone sends a jolt straight down to his cock. Biting his lip to stop his coy smile, he squints his eyes to look over your pretty face. Your bright eyes are glazed over with need- a blush covering your kissable cheeks- your plump lips somewhat parted. Bringing the cigar to his lips, he sucks in a long drag. Tearing his eyes away from your gorgeous face he focuses back on the road- blowing the smoke into the car rather than out the window like he's being doing just so you can breathe some of it in. ‘’I outta stop the car, I can’t drive when all m’ thinking about is having your pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock, honey.’’ He chuckles as he finds the nearest empty parking lot.
Blushing at his statement- excitement bubbles up in your lower stomach as you feel the cars rumbling echo throughout the small vacant parking lot. The music from the radio becomes nonexistent to you as your heartbeat starts to pick up as the car comes to a halt. You nervously chew on your lip as you gently squeeze his package- feeling it jump back to graze your palm. You let out a soft moan- looking up through thick eyelashes- you watch as this larger than life man moves down to trial wet kisses on your perfume smelling neck. You moan out his name as you feel his hand that was toying with your strap move to gently squeeze your breast. His other hand moves to run firmly up your thigh stopping just three inches away where you're craving him to be for minutes if not- years. Feeling heat from his cigar that’s still between his fingers on your thigh and his finger from his other hand grazing your nipple- you loudly whimper as you squish your thighs together for some friction.
‘’Aw what’s the matter, honey?’’ He gives you a soft pout as if teasing you. He then leans in to gently kiss your temple. ‘’I ain’t gettin you all worked up again, am I?’’ You moan as you feel his fingers pinch your nipple through the dress and at his teasing tone that is getting you to come undone before his eyes.
He has you all prepped- he knows damn well your panties are soaked by now, he just needs to check before forcing his cock down your throat. Trailing his fingers up- he groans at the feel of your lace panties. His length twitches against your palm as you feel his fingers gently rub circles on your panties- your slick coating him through the cloth. ‘’So damn wet- what are ya, a virgin?’’ He jokes as he brings his fingers up to suck on your sweet tasting slick. You whine as you widen your legs to give him more access for when he goes back down.
His other hand stops pinching your nipple and he goes to move his arm from over you to firmly grip onto your chin. Squeezing just enough for your lips to be jutted out like a little fish. He chuckles softly at your lustfully glazed over face and brings his lips hungirly on top of yours. Groaning at the taste of your cherry tasting lipstick- he lets go of your face to wrap his arm around your waist- pulling you on top of his lap. His other hand roughly grabs your butt that is now exposed from your dress being pulled up by him to be bunched around your waist- he pushes you down so your soaked panties meet his aching jean covered bulge.
Your hands run through his thick hair as you feel his tongue gently graze against yours- the taste of tobacco and mint fill your mouth. Moaning at the taste- you can’t help but grind down on top of him making him groan deeply at the friction.
‘’You're gonna pay me by swallowing what I give ya. What do ya think about that, honey?’’ He grumbles against your soft lips- moving his hands for one to wrap around your thigh and the other around your arm as he manhandles you so you can be face down in his crotch and ass up in the air next to him.
He wasn’t usually like this- so straight to the point but there was something about you that he just needed. You exude this sexuality and it’s putting him under a spell. The curve of your perky butt fits his hands perfectly and he can’t get enough of that sweet scent that’s flowing from your little body. The way your rosy cheeks are adorned with freckles and your lust filled eyes are glazed over with tears. You had this certain look to you that just hit the spot for him.
‘’Go for it, pretty girl.’’ He softly purrs as he takes his left hand up to gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail- mainly so he can see you. You quickly follow his instruction and bring your hand forward- unzipping the jean you don’t expect him to not be wearing underwear- his length pops out grazing your finger. You moan needily at his size- definitely bigger than what the girls at work assumed it was. Wrapping your significantly smaller hand around him, you begin to pepper gentle kisses up and down his length as if you were worshiping it. ‘’You're so big, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to f-fit it all.’’
He drops his head back on the seat letting a groan rumble from deep within his chest as feels you slowly move your tiny hand up and down his length- beads of precum already spilling from the swollen tip. ‘’Sure you can- I’ll help you fit it all don’t worry..’’ Elvis goes to move your hair to the other side of your head so he can firmly grip the back of your neck. Maintaining eye contact he pushes your head to lower towards his crotch. ‘’Open wide like a good little girl.’’
You moan as you taste the singer's precum as he lowers your head for you to take him in your mouth. Your jaw already burns from the stretch as your eyes begin to become completely blurry due to him slowly pushing you down to hit the back of your throat. Growling through gritted teeth- he pulls you back up, sensing your oxygen being cut off. ‘’Breath through your nose.’’ He commands as he uses your mouth once again- doing the same exact thing. Groaning at your tongue grazing the sensitive veins that trail the side of his length- he unexpectedly raises his hips up to grind against the roof of your mouth- causing tears to spill from your smudged liner eyes and for you to choke loudly around him.
‘’M' sorry- I just can't help myself- your mouth is just taking me so fucking good, baby.’’ He grunts out as he begins to gradually pick up the pace as he watches you struggle against him- only turning him on more. Your little hands grip his thigh for support as you needily arch your back like a bitch in heat. He’s loving this way more than he’d thought- his wife never lets him do this- she’s too prime and proper but you- you're just the stress reliever he’s been needing. You moan loudly around his twitching length as you feel two fingers dip inside of your white panties and slowly slip inside of your tight hole. ‘’Were you gonna do this with any man who picked you up? Did ole daddy yell at you so you decided you were gonna be a slut for the day or what?’’
Feeling so full, you loudly moan around him. His fingers so deep their grazing places you never knew existed- his cock going so deep inside your mouth you feel as though it is in your chest. ‘’Fuck.’’ You hear Elvis grit between clenched teeth as he inserts a third finger into your weeping hole. Precum once again fills your mouth as he eagerly forces himself down your unyielding throat over and over. His fingers start to pick up pace inside of you- his wedding ring grazing your thigh causes you to moan around him. You try and protest as he continues to use your mouth but this only makes him roughly grip your hair pulling you back so his length falls on his jeans and your tear glossed eyes gaze up at him. ‘’C’mon, I know you can take it- if ya wan’ed me ta stop so bad then why the hell are ya clenching around my damn fingers?’’ You embarrassingly close your eyes in shame as you feel yourself clench another time around his fingers as you hear how his southern accent thickened from the last time you heard it. ‘’M’ s-sorry.’’ You whine out as you feel his fingers leave your needy hole.
‘’Quiet baby- jus take it.’’ Clenching around nothing due to the nickname- you obediently nod your head and lean down trying to mimic what he was doing to you moments ago. You feel his thigh tense under your hands as you sink back down on him. ‘’Thas it, keep goin jus’ like that little girl.’’
You moan around his twitching length as you feel his hand make its way down your arched back to pull on your panties- ripping them off of you and bringing them towards your face. ‘’You already ruined them- I might as well jus’ keep em.’’ He grunts as he reaches over to throw them inside the glove department.
You pick up the pace- feeling as though you must prove yourself and show him what a good girl you can be for him- you begin replicating exactly what he was forcing you to do earlier. A throaty whimper escapes from him as he begins to thrust up almost desperately. His right hand makes its way to rub circles onto your swollen clit as he feels himself get closer. His left hand is still on top of your neck- a reminder that if you falter he will take it upon himself to use your mouth hole the way he wants. “Such a fuckin slut- thought ya said ya couldn’t take it.” He mocks as he watches how good you are taking him.
You loudly moan around his length, sending vibrations that shoot straight to his soul. He couldn’t get enough of you- the fact that you were so willing to please him the way he’s been craving is driving him crazy. Taking in you desperately trying to make him reach his climax- he can’t help but let go of your neck and grip onto the top of the dress pulling it down to expose your matching white lace bra. He groans at the sight as he reaches forward and gives your breast a soft squeeze. “Baby- I- I can’t go much longer fuckin s-shit.” He groans as his head drops back onto the headrest. His left hand goes back up, taking a drag of the cigar that is still situated between his fingers. He smirks as he blows the air into your face- watching as it forces you to inhale since your mouth was busy bobbing on his cock. He didn’t expect his Friday night to turn out like this but he couldn’t feel more blessed for how it did- he’s always been a sucker for girls who give great head. “Shit-“ he hisses as he feels you completely take him in your throat. You back up for air- strings of saliva and precum falling from your mouth covering his length completely in mixed slick. He brings his hand away from your needy clit and begins to pump himself- groaning at how easily his hand was slipping up and down his length due to you being completely sloppy.
“Lemme cum on your pretty little face- whatever lands in your mouth you be a good girl n’ swallow, got it?’’ Taking one last drag from his cigar he flicks it out of the window- as he blows the smoke once again in your direction. ’’Get on your knees for me n’ keep that little mouth open.” You eagerly nod as you move your whole body to fit in between his thighs- the steering wheel crushing the pink bow you carefully placed on for work.
God- Elvis was loving this way too much. You were so damn eager to please him and that made him all the more turned on. Looking down sternly- he takes in your state. Your tears caused streaks of mascara to run down your rosy cheeks, your hair that was once perfectly done up- a complete mess, most of the hair in the front sticking to your forehead and cheeks due to how much effort you were putting in to make his length perfectly coated. Your lips were completely bruised- no sign of lipstick left and your pretty eyes were staring up at him as if he were some God you were about to worship. You were everything he’s been needing for a quick fix and all you did so far was give him amazing head and let his fingers plunge into your incredibly tight hole. Groaning loudly- he bites down hard on his bottom lip as he feels himself get closer.
‘’Please- please I need it.’’ Watching you plead and open your mouth to stick your eager tongue out did nothing but prove to him how much of a slut you actually were being. Growling pervertedly- he takes his free hand to roughly wrap around your neck to force your tongue onto his leaking tip. Squeezing tightly around your slim neck- you begin to feel lightheaded. ‘’You were made for this weren’t ya? Keep that tongue out so daddy can feed you, huh.’’
Clenching around nothing at his words- you desperately start kitten licking the tip as his hands steadily pump his large length up and down. His wedding ring blinding you each time he moves up under your lips due to the street lamp shining brightly from outside the car. Biting hard on his lip- he can’t help the grin that overtakes his mouth. ‘’Open wide, baby..’’ You obediently listen and he can’t help but chuckle lightly as you dumbly comply. He barely fucked your mouth a little and stuck three fingers in- how were you this brainless already? ‘’Such’a good little girl.’’ He teasingly nods at you- groaning as a string of saliva from your tongue drips on top of his length sending shivers throughout his body.
Your little eyes pleading for air and his seed was enough for him- he loudly moans as he shoots his week long load into your mouth. Ropes of it getting stuck in your eyelashes and splashing on your cheeks but most of it making its way onto your little tongue. His eyes clamp shut as he harshly drops his head back onto the headrest- still pumping himself due to the enormous amount of cum he still has in him. Letting go of his tight grasp on your neck- he brings his other hand to delicately brush the sticky strands of hair out of your face. ‘’Swallow.’’ He sternly demands as he peers down at your tongue that is fully covered in white. You let out a whimper as you follow his instruction- soon moaning at the surprisingly sweet taste of him. ‘’You don’t wanna let none go to waste, do ya?’’ Tauntingly questioning you, he swipes some of the cum that landed on his jeans and brings it to your mouth shooting you his signature crooked grin. His forehead was beaded with sweat- chest heaving up and down as his climax finally comes to a stop.
Your mouth wraps around his long finger as you sensually bob on it back and forth making sure none was going to waste. ‘’Don do it it like that- your gonna get my cock goin again.’’ You giggle lightly at his playful expression and lean down to lick up the trials of cum that were leaking down his softening length. Hissing at being overstimulated- he watches through half lidded eyes as you clean up the mess you made. Craning his neck forward- he takes hold of the back of your neck and pulls you up to clash his lips onto your slick tasting ones. Groaning onto your mouth he gently cups the side of your face as his soft pillowy lips begin needily kissing your bruised ones. You hum gently at how much of a great kisser he is as you return to be seated on top of his lap. His length rests right underneath your aching hole. ‘’Woah, careful baby.’’ He demands- concern filling his eyes as he lifts you up so you're not directly on top of his length. ‘’You gotta wrap?’’
Your eyes widen as you realize what he’s asking. You would think that a man like him would keep a condom in his glove department or even his wallet. You shake your head. ‘’No- I’m sorry… I didn’t think I would be doing anything like this today.’’ You laugh out as you help lift yourself up by placing your hands firmly on his shoulders. He lets out a bashful laugh and bites his lip in deep thought. His eyes twinkling as he peers down into yours. ‘’Me either- I-’’ He pauses looking down at your scrunched up dress. You looked so damn good hovering right above where he wanted you to be wrapped around him most.
You intently gaze at him. Making eye contact with you once again- he leans forward to give you a passionate kiss. Your lips dance together as his other hand rests firmly on your curved waist. He gently brings your hips down- feeling his semi-hard length twitch against your lace panties makes you softly gasp in his mouth. Pulling abruptly away from the heated kiss- anxiety begins to pool in your stomach. ‘’I- Elvis. I’m sorry but I should really be heading home- my dads going to kill me for how late I am.’’ Lying through your teeth- you couldn’t help but feel subconscious. He has no idea that you are indeed a virgin and with the joke he made earlier, you aren’t sure if he would be into that.
If only you knew how wrong you’d be..
His eyebrows furrow as he intently looks back at you. A part of him not wanting to let you out of his sight. It was as if you changed his brain chemistry because all he could think about now was you. The way you obediently followed his every word- the way you didn’t try and truly fight back. You gave him just what he’s been looking for…a little doll that he can use however he wants. Sighing softly he comes to terms with what you're saying. ‘’Y-your right. We don even got a…. ya know. Don want another little Presley running around.’’ He hastily agrees as he gently pushes your dress neatly back in place. Your heart skips a beat at his attentiveness and you trial your hands carefully through his black hair. He gives you another gentle kiss on the lips as he rubs circles into your clothed waist. ‘’I needa see ya again.’’ He coos as he brings his other hand up to rub against your cheek. Giggling softly at how sweet he’s being- you feel his length twitch against your thigh. ‘’So does he.’’ Elvis jokes as he brings you in for another kiss. This one however felt slower than any other- as if there was a certain ‘thank you’ hidden behind it.
Humming into the kiss- you reach your hand down to carefully place his length back into his pants- making him groan into your mouth during the process due to the tightness of his jeans. Pulling away, he peers into your sparkling eyes. Butterflies swirl inside of your tummy as you observe the way he’s looking at you.
‘’Be a good girl one last time n’ give me your number, pretty.’’
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IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII hope you guys liked it omg- I wrote this one in a couple of hours! Let me know PLEASE if you want a part 2 to this in the comments- and if so please give me ideas, lovelies<3 I appreciate you all n' I hope you enjoyed. Thank you very much for reading, love ya'll !!!!!! Elvis is indeed a naughty guy AHAHAHAHA
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#kings smp#princetech#mcytshipping#princezam#minutetech#lifesteal fanart#vio sketches#🦇#✨#finally watched the pretty kitty princess video#ksmp#50#100
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I think most people can agree that "Hellfire" from Disney's The Hunchback of Notre Dame is the best Disney villain song, if not THE best villain song in movie history. But what about the others? 👀
Happy voting! ❤
Due to lack of slots, I did not count:
any of the Package-Era films
"The Elegant Captain Hook" from Peter Pan
"We are Siamese" from Lady and the Tramp (problematic aspects aside, the cats aren't major antagonists. They cause mischief for One Scene, and never show up again)
"The Phony King of England" from Robin Hood (as much as that song slaps, it is a roast of the villain by the main characters, not a villain's triumphant song)
"Yodel-Adle-Eedle-Idle-Oo" from Home on the Range
"Love is an Open Door" from Frozen
#Starling Polls#Disney Soundtrack Polls#Disney#Disney animation#101 Dalmatians#The Sword in the Stone#The Great Mouse Detective#The Little Mermaid#Beauty and the Beast#Aladdin#The Lion King#Pocahontas#The Princess and the Frog#Tangled#Moana#Wish 2023#original post#200+ votes#50 notes
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#freddie mercury#50 years of queen#queen#roger taylor#john deacon#brian may#live aid#bob geldof#david bowie#princess diana#princess di#prince charles#king charles#elton john#peter straker#george michael#bono#paul mccartney
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No i will not provide context (it's @phosphoricbomb's fault)
#she ra#spop#entrapta#goku#dragonball#yes thats the translation of kamehameha but it is also the name of a king#entrapta can do this because princess magic#dont let glimmer know about the big bang attack#shout out to goku who was told hed need to train for 50 years to do this#and immediately destroyed a car with a baby kamehameha
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adventure time is going to make me throw up. I'm just about to start season 5 and it's just starting to get Serious like just starting, but ik how much worse it's gonna get later AND IT'S GOING TO KILL ME
#adventure time#finn mertens#finn the human#jake the dog#finn and jake#princess bubblegum#marceline#ice king#simon petrikov#bmo#distant lands#fionna and cake#screaming crying throwing up#50/50 on whether it ends happy#amd then there fionna and cake that might just make it SADDER#especially since just thinking of ice king/simon can almost always bring me close to tears if not actual crying#especially especially with marcy#this show is going to kill me
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King Felipe VI, Queen Letizia, Princess Leonor and Infanta Sofia arrive for Sofia’s confirmation of Asuncion de Nuestra Señora church in Madrid, Spain | May 25th, 2023
#why does it take me one hour to download these pics#and then I end up with 50 of the exact same ones#king felipe#queen letizia#princess leonor#infanta sofia#may 2023#srf
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Thank you to everyone who got me to 50 likes!
Thank you all so much! Growing my account back strong
#50 likes#tumblr milestone#thank you#disney wish#wish 2023#princess asha#wish magnifico#king magnifico#wish#magnifico#queen amaya#wish asha#disney
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Hey so like many of you, I saw that article about how people are going into college having read no classic books. And believe it or not, I've been pissed about this for years. Like the article revealed, a good chunk of American Schools don't require students to actually read books, rather they just give them an excerpt and tell them how to feel about it. Which is bullshit.
So like. As a positivity post, let's use this time to recommend actually good classic books that you've actually enjoyed reading! I know that Dracula Daily and Epic the Musical have wonderfully tricked y'all into reading Dracula and The Odyssey, and I've seen a resurgence of Picture of Dorian Gray readership out of spite for N-tflix, so let's keep the ball rolling!
My absolute favorite books of all time are The Haunting of Hill House and We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson. Classic psychological horror books about unhinged women.
I adore The Bad Seed by William March. It's widely considered to be the first "creepy child" book in American literature, so reading it now you're like "wow that's kinda cliche- oh my god this is what started it. This was ground zero."
I remember the feelings of validation I got when people realized Dracula wasn't actually a love story. For further feelings of validation, please read Frankenstein by Mary Shelley and The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson. There's a lot the more popular adaptations missed out on.
Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier is an absolute gem of a book. It's a slow-build psychological study so it may not be for everyone, but damn do the plot twists hit. It's a really good book to go into blind, but I will say that its handling of abuse victims is actually insanely good for the time period it was written in.
Moving on from horror, you know people who say "I loved this book so much I couldn't put it down"? That was me as a kid reading A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett. Picked it up while bored at the library and was glued to it until I finished it.
Peter Pan and Wendy by JM Barrie was also a childhood favorite of mine. Next time someone bitches about Woke Casting, tell them that the original 1911 Peter Pan novel had canon nonbinary fairies.
Watership Down by Richard Adams is my sister Cori's favorite book period. If you were a Warrior Cats, Guardians of Ga'Hoole or Wings of Fire kid, you owe a metric fuckton to Watership Down and its "little animals on a big adventure" setup.
A Raisin in the Sun by Lorraine Hansberry was a play and not a book first, but damn if it isn't a good fucking read. It was also named after a Langston Hughes poem, who's also an absolutely incredible author.
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury is a book I absolutely adore and will defend until the day I die. It's so friggin good, y'all, I love it more than anything. You like people breaking out of fascist brainwashing? You like reading and value knowledge? You wanna see a guy basically predict the future of television back in 1953? Read Fahrenheit.
Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain and To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee are considered required reading for a reason: they're both really good books about young white children unlearning the racial biases of their time. Huck Finn specifically has the main character being told that he will go to hell if he frees a slave, and deciding eternal damnation would be worth it.
As a sidenote, another Mark Twain book I was obsessed with as a kid was A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court. Exactly what it says on the tin, incredibly insane read.
If Beale Street Could Talk by James Baldwin is a heartbreaking but powerful book and a look at the racism of the time while still centering the love the two black protagonists feel for each other. Giovanni's Room by the same author is one that focuses on a MLM man struggling with his sexuality, and it's really important to see from the perspective of a queer man living in the 50s– as well as Baldwin's autobiographical novel, Go Tell it on the Mountain.
Agatha Christie mysteries are all still absolutely iconic, but Murder on the Orient Express is such a good read whether or not you know the end twist.
Maybe-controversial-maybe-not take: Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov is a good book if you have reading comprehension. No, you're not supposed to like the main character. He pretty much spells that out for you at the end ffs.
Animal Farm by George Orwell was another favorite of mine; it was written as an obvious metaphor for the rise of fascism in Russia at the time and boy does it hit even now.
And finally, please read Shakespeare plays. As soon as you get used to their way of talking, they're not as hard to understand as people will lead you to believe. My absolute favorite is Twelfth Night- crossdressing, bisexual love triangles, yellow stockings... it's all a joy.
and those are just the ones i thought of off the top of my head! What're your guys' favorite classic books? Let's make everyone a reading list!
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Royal Consort? 🥺🥺
The worst part about knowing there was danger on the way was acting like everything was fine. Danny found it very annoying that instead of going through the guests individually to find the key for the invading forces, he had to dance with his future self.
Danny was pulled into a fast-paced Viennese Waltz by his future self. (He would call him Phantom since it was easier in his mind. No way could Future him have the right to be a Danny when he came dressed like King Phantom)
The two dazzled everyone by their skill. It was one of the few things Princess Dora could beat into his head when Danny had been crowned. Shockingly, Pointdexter was the ghost that took his mediocre skills and sharpened them to a level that Danny had once considered competing with.
Danny considered Pointdexter one of the best dancers to ever live. This was one reason his classmates were so cruel.
The two became fast friends after he defeated Pariah Dark, especially when Danny stumbled over the ghost version of Casper High. It seemed Pointdexter's soul was trapped in his old torment, and his classmates—the real ones from life—were still bothering him after their mirror fight.
Danny beat the 1950s teenagers and freed Pointdexter, finally removing him from his bullies. He had the teen relocate to the King's castle as his Lair Manager, where he was tasked with caretaking Pariah Dark's castle.
This, unfortunately, was done after Danny had taken the Royal Consort necklace, so his lair manager was not able to stop him from wearing it. It did make sense now why Pointdexter mentioned more than once that he was "rather vain to love yourself that much, Dano".
He just thought it was weird 50s lingo.
Phantom couldn't be that far into the future—not if they still looked so much alike—the only difference was that he was an inch or two shorter. If anything, he would guess this Danny Fenton, in all his Kingly attire, was a year or two from the current day.
He wanted all the information Phantom could give him, but sadly, the other was just as in the dark of tonight's events. The only real clue they had was what Phantom experienced.
Sometime around midnight, someone would activate the key—a rectangular tool with a loud boom when it was turned on. The tool tore apart Wayne Manor as it blew the roof away, and the invading forces were teleported to Earth.
It quickly overran Gotham, even with the Bats arriving almost instantaneously, and the aliens made quick work of the rest of the world. The Justice League responded quickly, too, and soon, it was an all-out war with planet Earth as the battlefield.
Millions of lives were lost in the battle that first night. Batman was killed around 2 a.m., followed by Superman—who was helping hold off the main mother ship—at 5 a.m. The Justice League put up their best effort, but it soon became clear they were outmatched.
The following months saw humans scrambling to fight while countries were destroyed one by one. Their armies conquered, their heroes fell in battle, and the humans were either enslaved or killed. It seemed Earth had earned a reputation in faraway galaxies.
Humans or anyone from Earth were deemed exotic pets. The aliens had come to poach them.
They had blocked all communication with Earth's allies, including the Green Lantern Corp and New Genesis, not wanting anyone to interfere with their hunt. They also decided that the resources from Earth were of enough quality to take over the planet and rip it apart to sell to the highest bidder.
The aliens came in never-ending waves no matter how many Earthlings managed to kill, forcing humanity to flee underground.
In only a short while, Earth was picked clean.
In a low, anger-coated voice, Phantom said he had just finished a mission to rescue humans from a breeding center. He had helped them escape to Ghost Zone, which had become one of the few forces keeping humans safe. His army had torn apart the galaxies to find the stolen humans when Clockwork offered him a chance to fix everything.
Danny wanted to ask so much more, but with the gala attendees watching their every move, they figured they should discuss it less, even in Ghost Dialect.
Phantom had pulled Danny into a secluded location to hiss his explanation, but it was only a few minutes before Tim Drake Wayne found them. Danny wasn't sure why, but the other teen seemed determined to speak to Phantom.
It didn't help the Waynes that Phantom already suspected them and was very hostile whenever Tim opened his mouth. If the Waynes were innocent, that could lead to a problem later, but for now, Danny could only glare at Tim.
Phantom said that the person who turned it on had stuck the rectangular device to Jazz's back, using her body as a gateway. That meant someone in this crowd would approach his sister to turn her into a sacrificial lamb.
King Phantom had already warned her—under the disguise of dancing with her to honor Danny's family. He had even danced with his parents and one with Dani—but Jazz had insisted on staying. She theorized that if she left the gala early with Dani, as Phantom had wanted, someone else would become the gateway.
The aliens would attack no matter what, and removing her would take away concrete information.
Danny and Phantom did not like it, but both agreed with her logic. They didn't even know who had betrayed humanity- whether it was voluntary.
It was barely nine-twenty. The suspense was killing Danny.
"Mind if I cut in?" A silky voice fills the air, tearing Danny away from his anxious thoughts. Danny turns to find a woman standing at their side. She is gorgeous and holds herself in a way that lets the world know she is aware of this fact.
She leans over slightly so her cleavage is on display, resting an arm on Phantom's shoulder. Her smirk sharpens when Phantom's eyes drop to her hand as he lets his hold on Danny slip.
Her smugness quickly shatters when Phantom's face clouds over in rage at the hold she has of him.
Phantom reaches up to fling her hand away. His voice overlaps with thousands of others, sending a shiver down the spine of anyone who hears it. "Don't touch me."
Danny gapes alongside the woman as Phantom twists around and waltzes them away.
"Dude, what was that?"
"We don't have time for her or anyone who wants to replace you as my husband," Phantom hisses, though his expression remains ever so loving as he swings them about. Danny matches him step by step, ignoring the gaping crowd. "The Waynes are watching us, and half the venue has asked Jazz for a dance. Dani even more so."
The two glance toward Dani, who is in an equally fast-paced Viennese Waltz with Damian Wayne. She seems to be purposely stepping on his feet. There is a line of young, influential boys waiting for their turn.
It seems they all believe this is a chance to get married to the princess of the dead. It seemed half the Gotham elites believed Phantom would go for an arranged marriage for his daughter.
Fools them.
"We still have hours before midnight. Dancing with or talking to other people would be a good idea, so try to find the key," Danny whispers to him. "You've only danced with me since you arrived. I know it's for your King Phantom image, but we can't-"
Tim Drake Wayne slides up next to them, dancing with the air and keeping pace with their movement. Both halfas blink as Wayne smiles at them brightly, looking at ease for someone acting so ridiculous. "Hello again."
Danny and Phantom keep dancing, and Danny replies with a confused hesitation. "Hey....what are you doing?"
" Nothing much! Just...ugh love this song. Couldn't find a partner so-"
"Dance with Phantom," Danny is quick to say, ignoring the way Phantom's eyes start to glow. He is done with pretending there isn't a problem. He will find that key with or without future him's help.
He pulls himself away- ignoring the hiss growing in the back of Phantom's throat. He didn't know he could do that- and tugs the alarmed-looking human into the King's arms.
"Darling." Phantom's voice is low in warning. Knowing the crowd is still watching even more openly now, Danny turns his nose up.
"I'm tired, Phantom. Dance with Wayne here since you couldn't keep your eyes off him!"
He storms away, ignoring Wayne's choked "King Phantom, I am so sorry for causing this misunderstanding. I swear I am not trying to upset the Consort or come between you two."
He disappears into the crowd that part for him, pretending to be so blinded by jealous rage that he does not notice the way he is going. Danny finds a hallway out of the gala and goes into Wayne Manor.
Now then. Danny thinks Let's see what the Waynes are hiding.
Meanwhile, Bruce drags a hand down his face, watching King Phantom's face twist as Tim babbles before him. "I told him not to upset the King."
#dcxdpdabbles#the royal consort#Part 5#King and Consort breaking a sweat on the dance floor#Everyone is lowkey scared of King phantom#Tim is trying his best okay?#More on the alien invasion
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A Woman
Warning- 18+
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Butterflies aggressively swirl around in your stomach as you impatiently wait in the master bedroom for Elvis to come home from filming his upcoming movie. Nervously chewing on your bottom lip- you anxiously look at the clock that is situated right on top of the lavish white dresser he had recently bought just because you had looked at it more than once in the store. Sitting on the edge of the king sized bed- you take a deep breath. Your diamond necklace grazes your skin as your chest fills with air- the gentle scent of the room fills your nostrils as you begin to run the pads of your fingers throughout your hair. You're finally gonna do it. You're going to ask him to make you a woman. While he was away- you talked to his friends' wives- all of them gasping in shock when you explained how you were indeed still a virgin. You didn’t know how to take their reaction but they did in fact tell you to tell him you were ready. ‘’Maybe he’s waiting for you to beg for it!’’ One of the wives declared waving her cigarette a little too close to your face- making you harshly cough.
It has been three long days since the interaction and it’s been eating you alive. Thinking of how and what to tell him was what kept you up late at night. What pushed you to want to ask him however wasn't from what that wife said- it was Red’s wife's statement that really got inside your head.
‘’He’s probably getting that kinda love somewhere else if he ain’t asking you for it, sweetheart.’’ She stoically stated as she peered at her tacky blue colored nails.
Your face conorts in uncertainty as you recall the memory. Looking around the newly decorated room- you rub your toes nervously in the soft fluffy throw rug underneath you. Your heart soon drops to the depths of your stomach as you hear the familiar voices of Elvis’ men chattering loudly from the open window next to the television. Quickly shooting up from the bed- you head over to the window peering down to observe the group greeting their wives and girlfriends. Running your hands over your white dress to diminish any wrinkles- you anxiously note Elvis is nowhere to be seen. ‘’1... 2….3…4.’’ You softly count the cars parked right out front- eyebrows scrunching together as you realize the car he took is parked right there amongst the others.
Gasping loudly- you shoot your hands up to grab hold of the much larger ones that are cupping your eyes that are blocking your vision. The smell. The oh so familiar scent of his cologne causes you to sigh in relief. ‘’Keep your pretty little eyes shut when I take my hands off, baby. I-I got a little something for ya.’’ Elvis peers down as he admires your petite body next to his. He hasn’t seen you in two full weeks and the women over in Hollywood were a lot different from you- they were experienced- not just willing but able and here you were safely tucked away in his beloved home. Staying the innocent little doll he wants to keep you. That did nothing but make his heart swell with pride as he lovingly gazes at your beautiful face. Biting his bottom lip he slowly brings his hands down- he alone walks steadily over to the bed where he carefully placed the gift he had thoroughly picked out for you- toying with the ribbon one last time to make sure it was perfect for you. Excitement bubbles up inside of you- not only for the gift but just the fact you get to see him after being away from each other for what seemed like an eternity..
Walking over to you- he gently grabs hold of your shoulders turning you around to slowly walk you towards the edge of the bed. ‘’Being away so long- I forget how damn pretty ya are.’’ He warmly states near your ear as he brings you right in front of the present. ‘’Okay, pretty. Open your eyes.’’ Shooting your eyes open- you quickly close them once again from how bright the room currently is. Slowly opening this time to adjust to the light- your mascara covered eyes widen as soon as you realize what he bought you. ‘’I- Elvis… this is too expensive I-’’ Stopping your sentence in shock you tear your eyes away from the gift to gaze up at him. Taking in his glistening blue eyes- luscious plump lips- and perfect face- you audibly sigh. Burying the side of your face into his chest you tear your eyes away from him to look back at the sparkling diamond wrist watch. ‘’You have to stop buying me stuff but- I-I love it. I’ve been looking at magazines with this exact watch but it- it’s so expensive.’’ You bring your hand down to pick the box that was popped open to display the beautiful watch.
Elvis watches as your eyes begin to twinkle while looking at his gift. ‘’It’s gonna look perfect on your wrist, honey. Don’t worry your little head about the expenses jus enjoy the gift, hm? A little birdie tol’ me you had taken a liking to this watch.’’ A smile overtakes your expression as you once again tear your eyes away from the watch and back to peer up at him through squinted eyes. ‘’A little birdie?’’ You giggle out as you watch him bring his hand up to playfully zip his mouth and throw the key.
‘’I love it, thank you very much.’’ You wholeheartedly say as you place the watch carefully on the bed- turning your body to fully face him. He shoots you a sly grin as he wraps his arms around your little body- pulling you gently into his front. Your hands snake up to wrap around his neck to bring him down so his plump lips can finally crash onto yours. He groans into the kiss from how long it’s been since he’s tasted your sweet lips- deepening the kiss. The taste of mint and tobacco fills your mouth as you lovingly graze your tongue on top of the tip of his. Pulling away- anxiety pools in your stomach as you look up at him. His eyebrows immediately furrow as he takes in your sudden change of demeanor. ‘’What’s the matter, honey?’’ Damn him and his unworldly intuition.
‘’I-I have-’’ Pausing you look away from the older man. Closing your eyes you try and build up the courage for the nerve wracking statement to finally spill past your lips. You then come up with an idea- maybe not the best but it might work. Going on your tippy toes- you grab hold of his neck once more- desperately bringing him down to once again crash your lips onto his. Taken back from the heated kiss- he groans once again in your mouth. His hands trail from your waist to rest firmly on your hips. You swiftly run your hand down from his neck to his black dress shirt- slowly unbuttoning it as you continue kissing his pillowy lips. You then bring your leg somewhat up to rub your thigh on his linen covered bulge
Pulling abruptly away- he furrows his eyebrows as he shoots you a look of disapproval. ‘’What the hell has gotten into ya?’’ His right hand goes down to roughly take hold of your delicate wrist- stopping your movements. You gasp lightly at the piercing gaze and the strong grip that’s now wrapped around you. ‘’Y-your hurting me- please stop-’’ Tears start to build in your eyes as you feel his grasp tighten.
‘’Nah, you're hurtin’ me. I was thrilled to come home to a patient, innocent, little girl who’s thankful for her thoughtful gift n’ all I got in return was some needy little slut.’’ The tears that blurred your vision now spilling down your rosy cheeks as you take in his harsh tone and anger filled gaze. One thing you didn’t take into consideration before acting out on your little plan, was how fast he can flip on a dime. ‘’Is that what ya want? Ya want to be treated like some cheap hooker?’’ A sob escapes from your lips as you quickly shake your head. The way he’s looking at you is making you feel so small which only adds to the hurtful pang you feel in your rapidly beating heart. ‘’I-I m’ sorry- d-don’t. I just wanted you to finally make me a woman, y-your woman.’’ You get out between sobs as you look down from his heated gaze to your freshly polished toes being engulfed by the rug. ‘’Some wives told me t-to ask you.’’ You admit half truthfully knowing damn well you wanted it more than anything.
Silence. Something you never wanted to hear when talking to Elvis Presley. Your heart drops to your stomach once again- just this time it was a million times more intense.
He couldn’t believe it. His sweet angel asking him to do something so wrong. He looks over your puffy face- mascara already staining your rosy cheeks as your lips part for air from in between soft sobs. ‘’You want me to treat ya how Red n’ ole Joe treat their little wives, huh? …Get on your knees.’’ You gasp softly hearing his command. A mix of excitement and uncertainty shooting throughout your body as you look up into his hard to read eyes. Your knees beck at his words- the softness of the rug grazes your smooth leg as you crane your neck to look up at him towering over you. He lets go of your wrist and goes to slowly unzip his pants- cock springing out from the lack of underwear. A jolt of electricity shoots down to your special parts as you take in his size. His hand firmly wraps around himself- pumping it a few times making his length grow more than what it was before. ‘’Elvis what d-do I-’’
‘’Ah shut up.’’ He grumbles harshly as he takes in your whore of a state.. He never in a million years thought he was going to be treating you this way but with stress from his stupid movies and the way you had eagerly asked for him to make you a woman- it lit a fire of anger inside him. Everyone seems to be telling him what to do recently and that is something that he absolutely despises- even his angel of a fiance was now demanding stuff from him. ‘’Open your mouth, little girl. Let me finally put it to good use.’’ Obeying in an instant- you peer up through blurred vision as you feel his tip graze your tongue. Elvis brings his free hand to firmly slide into the back of your silky hair just in case you try to pull away from him. ‘’That’s a good girl.’’ He praises as he watches you wrap your small mouth around his swollen tip. Precum is already leaking onto your tongue as he pushes himself deeper into your mouth.
It doesn’t take long for your hands to shoot up to firmly push against his thighs and for you to gag loudly around him from the sheer size of his length. Groaning deeply- he pulls back just a little already loving the feeling of your mouth. It was so much softer than all the other girls' mouths for reasons he can’t explain- and your saliva was coating his cock just the way he likes. ‘’It’s like ya were made for this- don try n’ fight it, baby. Besides- ain’t this whatcha wanted?’’ He teasingly states- his chuckle soon turning to a deep groan as he feels your head move to nod- this only making his length wiggle down to your tight throat.
‘’S-shit.’’ Elvis hisses as he pulls himself back- only to forcefully push himself back in. Your eyes screw shut as the feeling becomes too much. You try to pull back, your lack of oxygen concerning you. ‘’Hell.’’ He grunts disappointingly even though he loves you being inexperienced more than he’ll ever admit. ‘’I can’t b-breath when you do it like that.’’ You innocently huff out as you catch your breath. Your hands still firmly resting on each thigh as you look up at him.
‘’Honey, you’ve been at it for less than a minute.’’ You bite your lower lip as you hear the upset tone he speaks down at you in. The fluff of the carpet now filling hard due to you sinking deeper onto your knees. ‘’Can we do something else?’’ The hopefulness in your voice was enough to make him chuckle. Putting his hands on his hips he looks down at you then back at his very much erect length, giving you that mischievous smile with an unreadable sparkle twinkling in his eyes. ‘’Gimme your hand.’’ His hand goes down from his hip and wraps gently around your much smaller one. You watch as he steadily brings it onto his length, both yours and his wrapping firmly around him. His hips stutter as he feels your freshly done fingernail graze the bottom of his tip. He guides your hand up and down his length with his own, loving the complete blush that covers your pretty face. ‘’Open your mouth.’’ His voice seems to have a deep rasp you’ve never heard coming from him before.
You obey immediately. Your tongue sticking out as you wait for him to move you closer- what you didn’t expect however, was him leaning down- lifting your chin with his other hand. That’s when you watch as a string of saliva from his mouth swiftly goes into yours. You don’t understand why your panties are starting to feel messy or why your hand that’s wrapped around him speeds up from him doing that but it does. You moan slightly as you taste him in your mouth, he lets go of your chin to now tower above you. He never thought he was going to treat you with such vulgarity but it’s turning him on more than doing it to any bitch back in Hollywood. ‘’Now, use that to get my tip nice n’ wet, baby.’’ You nod eagerly as you practically lurch forward and spill whatever he put in your mouth to now generously coat his weeping tip. The deep groan that comes from him sends a shiver down your spine. You’ve never made him make a noise like that before- it motivates you to want to hear it again. Your thighs squeeze together for some friction as you feel some of your mixed saliva from his length spill down your chin.
‘’Goddamnit- sucha dirty little girl.’’ He practically growls as you work your hands up and down his hard length- his own hand having moved away a while ago. Your mouth sucking just the tip just like he told you to do. His head drops back as he stares at the ceiling- the mirror barely reaches the two of you that’s hovering over the bed giving him the most sinful view. He watches as your tongue kitten licks his tip and then how you slowly take him back into your mouth. You feel him twitch in your hand making you moan around him. ‘’Shit-’’ He hisses through gritted teeth once again as he feels the vibrations from your moan shoot up his spine. Elvis' head drops down- he returns looking at you as he pleads. ‘’Ah shit baby…stop… you.. wait-’’ You’ve never felt more powerful in your little life. This man, this man that you’ve always seen so put together- crumbling before your eyes in ways you never knew were imaginable.
You feel his hips once again stutter against your tightly gripped hand- his length twitching almost throbbing against your lips. You peer up at him through glossed eyes- the view is something you’ll never forget. You look into his lustful, glossy eyes- his lips are parted as if he’s trying to continue to speak but the words aren’t coming out.
This only motivates you to keep up your movements as you once again squeeze your thighs together. ‘’Wait, honey-’’ He once again tries to say but it comes out weak. Your eyebrows scrunch together as you look up at him- not knowing why he’s telling to wait or stop your actions. ‘’Ah fuck.’’ He groans loudly as he fills his orgasm take over- his hand that has wandered onto the back of your silky hair, tightening. Your eyes widen as you begin to taste something completely foreign shoot inside your mouth. You pull back- swallowing some and the rest dripping down your chin- you gasp while gazing at the tip as you see some shoot out and land directly on your cheek.
Groaning one last time he fully takes you in. Your look of astonishment makes him let out an airy chuckle, his laugh doing that hiccup thing you love so much. ‘’Honey- I tol’ you to stop.’’ He teases as his hands go down to swipe some of the cum off of your chin, to wipe on his shirt. He’s feeling somewhat bad but he can’t help admire the seed planted on your cheek. ‘’How’s it taste, pretty?’’ Your face relaxes into a grin and you nod a tiny bit. ‘’It kinda tastes good, I just- wasn’t expecting t-that.’’ His mischievous grin disappears and is replaced with a stern look. ‘’Here.’’ He once again gathers some from your chin but this time brings it up to your lips instead. ‘’This right here- is the only thing that could ever make ya a woman.’’ Your doe eyes look at the white coated finger, it moving forward to gently enter your warm mouth. You moan around his finger making his eyes squint at you. He pulls his finger out once he feels that you’ve licked it clean. ‘’Am I a woman now?’’ Your hopeful question makes him stop his squinting.
Both hands rise to firmly rest on his hips. Shaking his head down at you, your heart drops. ‘’Nope. And I ain’t making you a woman any time soon, is that understood? Ask again n’ you’ll regret it.’’
His eyes pierce sharply down into yours as he towers above you. The position you're in correlates exactly with how he’s making you feel inside. You watch as he tucks himself back into his slacks. You nervously nod as he wipes the remaining cum from your cheek. Tears begin to fill your eyes as you realize your plan has failed. Not only did it fail but you can’t help but feel you’ve disappointed the one person who takes good care of you. ‘’Poor thing. Ain’t nothing ta cry over.. Stand up, honey.’’ You lift yourself up off the ground- the height between the two of you is still significant. He pulls you in gently, the smell of him surrounds you as you cling to him. He hums softly as he holds you close to his chest. Your head being completely engulfed by him. Sure he feels a little bad, for your his baby- but he just doesn't want you to be brought into that just yet. Shushing you gently he sways your little body against his. He needs to deal with who made his pretty little thing all worked up over this.
‘’Now, you're gonna tell me the names of the woman who tol’ you to do that...’’ You stiffen against him as you hear that oh so familiar baritone in his voice- the vibrations from it rumbling against your head. You once again chew on your bottom lip as you think back, the tears that have spilled from your eyes making his black button up all damp against your temple as you look out the window- feeling somewhat bad that you're going to have to rat them out- knowing damn well they’re going to get told off… maybe worse.
‘’Shut that pretty little head off n’ jus’ tell me, honey.’’
Watching the tree gently sway from the swift autumn breeze outside, you take in the calm before the storm. He’s about to turn the whole place upside down once he finds out who told you to do things you shouldn't have… he has before.
‘’Let daddy take care of everything.’'
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People are so insensitive when it comes to Rhaenyra’s situation. I have never seen so much cruelty directed towards a girl who was put between a rock and a hard place.
You all are acting as though Rhaenyra’s goal in life was to cheat on Laenor and undermine the Velaryons, her allies and her kin. She didn’t sleep around with the purpose of getting back at her husband and having children with other men out of spite (she’s not Cersei).
Rhaenyra was forced into marriage with a gay man and expected to produce heirs not only for the Iron Throne but also for Driftmark. So, an heir and a spare for House Targaryen. Another heir and another spare for House Velaryon. Four children (preferably sons) were expected from her womb. Good luck with that.
Let’s suppose that the rumors are true and Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey are not Laenor’s. Rhaenyra’s decision to have children with another man should be less criticized, and regarded with more sympathy. She couldn’t spend her entire marriage life to Laenor without having children. Her “suitable” options were these:
1. Remain childless and let herself, the Princess of Dragonstone and Heir to the Throne, be called barren.
2. Demand an annulment by exposing Laenor’s nature (confirming the rumors), and not only humiliating House Velaryon (her allies) but also putting the succession of Driftmark into question (since Laenor was Corlys’ only son and his chosen heir).
At a time when a faction of snakes was constantly nipping at her heels, either one of these options would have left Rhaenyra vulnerable at Court.
She took matters into her own hands and had children with another man. And not just another man. This was a man she could trust, her sworn shield, a man who cared for her and who would never betray her (it’s hard to find someone like that).
To claim that she should have chosen a Valyrian (as though the options are unlimited) is extremely superficial. For this to work, she needed someone trustworthy, someone who would not attempt to claim the children later on. We all know that Daemon would have been the best option for her. She loved him, he was Valyrian and her ally. But alas, with his own marriage and life away from Court, it wasn’t really possible. And I am not really sure if Daemon would have been okay with another man laying claim to his children (that is up for debate).
Rhaenyra preferred a man who was trustworthy over a man with the “correct” features. The chances were 50/50 that the children would look like her, and unfortunately, they didn’t. That’s that.
Laenor and Corlys accepted the situation, because they understood what it would cost them all if they didn’t. This whole thing was on their heads. They provided the heir to the throne with a husband incapable of reproducing. It was not Rhaenyra’s fault.
As such, the children were recognized as Velaryons by the father (Laenor), the Lord of Driftmark (Corlys) and the King (Viserys). And these are the only opinions which matter. No one can prove that the boys didn’t inherit Baratheon and/or Arryn genes. Legally, Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey are the sons of Rhaenyra and Laenor.
When it comes to the Iron Throne, it doesn’t matter who fathered Rhaenyra’s children, as long as they are hers. She is the ruling Queen. And we have no way of knowing how things would have gone down after Rhaenyra became Queen. Daemon had two sons of his own. He could have managed to convince Rhaenyra to acknowledge Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey as bastards and then legitimize them, since she has the power to do so. If the boys wouldn’t have been accepted by the Realm (unlikely), there is also the possibility that Rhaenyra could have decided to pass the succession to her and Daemon’s children. Rhaenyra had legitimate heirs who could have taken the throne after her death.
As for Driftmark, despite greedy Vaemond’s ramblings, the succession was just fine. The Velaryon line would have continued through the marriage between Lucerys and Rhaena.
Lucerys had the Velaryon name and Rhaena had the Velaryon blood. Their children would have had the Velaryon name and blood. Problem solved.
People need to stop acting as through Vaemond was some sort of crusader, demanding “justice” for his House. He was just as much of an upstart as the Hightowers and he wanted to take Corlys’ power for himself, and so he took advantage of some rumors to discredit Rhaenyra’s children and advance himself.
Things are not black and white, and given Rhaenyra’s nearly impossible situation, exceptions can be made. And these exceptions wouldn’t have affected neither the succession of Driftmark nor that of the Seven Kingdoms.
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I Will Always Believe You -Aemond T.
He had been inappropriate for a week now and no matter what you did, he always found a way to watch you.
You had been betrothed to Aemond as children, him having requested you as his wife with his mother when you were young and dragonless together. You were the best of friends and it had been devastating to be torn from him when your mother decided to leave the Red Keep for Dragonstone. Your mother however, knew that she couldn't break off the engagement that the King had ordered himself, loving to see his granddaughter happy with his son and insisting you stay that way. Viserys had a soft spot for you as the only daughter his daughter had.
Since you turned 16 with Aemond now 18, it was decided that you would come back to Kings Landing and prepare for the Wedding. You and Aemond had been getting to know each other again and it was great fun, the only problem was your guard. He had been keeping a very close eye on you and it had been unsettling for the first week but nothing to really complain about. It wasn't until a week ago that it became a problem.
He had come into your chambers while you were getting dressed, shushing you before you screamed in fright for help, reminding you how it would look for a Princess to have a guard in her chambers with her. He insisted no one would believe her if she told them and all he would have to do is tell them that she invited him in. She would look like a whore, her innocence would be questioned and the wedding would be cancelled.
More than anything though, the idea of the look on Aemond's face was what stopped her. She couldn't imagine the disappointment and disgust on his face when he found out that his betrothed had allowed another man into her bed. So now instead, he watches whenever she gets dressed, a truly discomforting look on his face as he leans against the door just staring.
He was her personal guard and so he followed her everywhere, to all of her meals, to the library when she wanted to read, and even on her outings with Aemond as they strolled through the gardens. As the days went on he got bolder, eventually sitting himself on her bed as he watched her undress, palming his crotch and groaning. It caused bile to rise in the back of her throat every time he did it, nearly making her vomit.
Aemond had noticed a change in you. No one else in the world knew you like Aemond did and you loved that, he had been your favorite person since you were a toddler and if something was wrong he always knew. He ignored it for a while since you didn't seem to want to discuss it but as it was coming up on the date of your wedding, he refused to ignore it anymore and he scheduled a date for the two of you.
It was night and you had just had dinner an hour before when he sent for you. He had told you not to have dessert that night and while you found it odd, you did as your betrothed asked, finding yourself on the beach later that night with Aemond. He had laid out a blanket and brought several desserts and wine, shooing off all the guards as Vhagar laid about 50 feet away and there was no telling what she would do around anyone but Aemond and his soon to be wife.
'This is absolutely lovely my Dragon! Thank you for thinking of me like this, no one has ever done something so sweet.' You were blushing like crazy as he poured you a cup of wine .
'Of course Princess, you know how much I enjoy spoiling you. Hungry?' He asked and you nodded before he handed you a plate with a lemon cake on it. 'I had hoped to speak with you about something.'
'Of course. What is on your mind, My Love?' He hesitated a moment before just coming out with it.
'You've been acting strange lately, as if you're uncomfortable-' as he started speaking you gasped, choking on the cake and coughing like crazy with him patting your back, a worried look on his face as you finally took a deep breath again. 'Is there something you want to tell me?' Aemond asked but you shook your head, a bit too quickly honestly. 'Y/n, I won't marry you if that's not what you want, I don't-'
'Oh Aemond! No! Of course I want to marry you, I've wanted this since we were children-'
'Then what is wrong? You've been acting odd and...scared almost. I will not have my wife afraid in my presence for any reason...what's going on?'
He sat there waiting and you wanted to tell him. You wanted to tell him so badly but what would he think of you? Of a Targaryen too afraid to defend herself? Of his soon to be lady wife having a man watching her undress every night?
'I am afraid that you will think less of me...' his eyes widened in shock before he moved to pull you into his arms.
'Byka Zaldrīzes, that is impossible! I love you more than anything else in this world, I could never think less of you. Please? Tell me what is bothering you so much that you think you need to hide it from me.' His hand came up to wipe the tears that escaped down your cheeks.
'There is a man that is making me uncomfortable...and I am scared that if I say something that...I will not be believed, or worse, my innocence will be called into question and he...he used to just stare at me and make me feel unease but now he...he watches me...he-' you cannot stop the sob that explodes from your chest and Aemond's arms tighten around you.
'Tell me my love, you are safe I promise you.' He tucks your head under his chin as he holds you firmly and you can tell by the way he is breathing that he is enraged.
'He watches me change in the evening-'
'He what?!' He exclaimed, pulling you back to look at your face just as you hear Vhagar rumble in displeasure (at Aemond's anger or at being awoken you aren't sure). 'He has entered your chambers and you have not told me? How has your guard not done something about-' It seems he answered his own question as he realized why you were so afraid. 'Oh my love...I am so sorry you were forced to endure this, the man that should have been protecting you was the one hurting you. That is despicable!' He pressed his lips to your head and held you close once again. 'Rest assured, he will never do this to you again, I promise you my love.'
'Thank you! Thank you Kepus! I'm sorry that I did not tell you sooner, I-'
'Shh, no more of that.' He shushed, brushing his fingers through your hair and moving to rest you back against his chest. 'There has been no moment before now that he was not with us and I understand your fear, but just know-' he turned my face towards him to lock his eye on mine. 'My Princess is no liar, and as long as you do not start lying to me, I will always believe you. I believe in your innocence, and I believe that some men are horrid enough to take advantage of my Princess. Your next guard will be vetted by me personally, I will insist upon it. I already have one in mind, don't you worry. You will be free of that man tonight and I will have Ser Criston watch over you...Vhagar will enjoy getting rid of him, she hasn't burned anyone in quite a while.' I giggled as he said that, snuggling into my soon to be husband and protector, loving being fed my dessert like a queen until it was time to retire. 'You two, with me!' Aemond demanded as we walked into the Red Keep, 2 guards doing as their Prince told them and following behind us, another one going to fetch Ser Criston as we made it to my chambers and found my guard outside the door.
'Princess.' He greeted, opening my door but I didn't move from my Uncles side.
'Guards, I want you to escort this...man...to the Black Cells until morning, when he will join me in waking my dragon for breakfast.' Aemond told them. 'You will watch over his cell and if he is somehow not there in the morning, you two will escort me to Vhagar instead. Is that clear?'
'Yes, my Prince!' They replied in unison, my guard looking at me angrily.
'My Prince, I don't know what she has told you but I only did as I was told-'
'My future wife told you to watch her changing, she told you to threaten her with my displeasure and having her innocence questioned?' It was at that moment that Ser Criston arrived, Aemond's mother right alongside him which shocked us all.
'My son, what is the meaning of this at this late hour?' She asked, confused and tired.
'I am sorry to wake you mother, I require Ser Criston to guard my bride tonight until I can replace this vile creature with a proper guard for her tomorrow.'
'What's happened?' Alicent demanded, looking me over and taking hold of my face firmly, inspecting me.
'It seems my brides guard has taken it upon himself to threaten her and force her to allow him to watch her while she dresses.' Aemond explained and Alicent looked up at the guard, glaring hatefully. She had always loved me and I loved her as well, despite the fact that my mother didn't.
'Kill him!' Alicent ordered but Aemond stopped Criston quickly.
'He will be Vhagar’s in the morning mother, for tonight he will be taken to the Black Cells. I just need Ser Criston to watch my bride for the evening if that's alright.' Alicent looked contemplative.
'She will spend the evening with me. Come darling, you must be exhausted.' Aemond quickly kissed my head before I was dragged off to the Queens private rooms and helped change by a maid. 'I am so sorry you had to endure that. He did not touch you, did he?' She asked me as I crawled into the overly large bed, though it was the most comfortable bed I had ever experienced.
'No your Grace, only himself.' She nodded, taking my hand in hers.
'You are to be my sons bride, you will be protected here. Do you understand?'
'Yes, thank you. You have made me feel most welcome, despite your trouble with my mother and I cannot express my gratitude.' She smiled, petting my hair as I laid down and felt truly safe for the first time in a weeks.
'Of course. You know how I feel about you, and I adore how you love my son. I've always worried for him...even before Lucerys cut out his eye...but you've never wavered from his side. You are truly meant to be his bride. Sleep well, sweet one.'
The next morning I was awoken with the sun and quickly dressed, being escorted into the chilly morning before even breakfast, though as I stepped out of the castle a cloak was thrown over my shoulders by my soon to be husband who walked with me towards the beach where Vhagar slept soundly.
Aemond didn't even need to wake her, her head peeking up as we stepped onto the sand while 2 men dragged along my guard who was whimpering like a 3 year old as he stared at the largest dragon he had ever seen. 'Dohaerās Vhagar!' His voice was loud and commanding as the old dragon sat up and looked down at the people that had come to witness the spectacle, Aemonds mother and grandfather as well as his sister and many of the Kingsguard. I suppose Aegon couldn't have been bothered to wake up this early...if he was even in the castle. 'Let this serve as a warning and a lesson to any who would bring harm to my soon to be Lady wife! I will make sure that you suffer 10 times what you put her through...should there be a next time...I will not be so kind.' I held tightly to his hand before he pulled me close and kissed my head. 'Dracarys!'
I could instantly feel how intense the flames were even from 50 feet away from them, flinching back into my betrothed who held me to his side protectively. 'Thank you for believing me, Aemond.'
'I will always believe you my love...like I said, should there be a next time, don't wait so long to tell me. I will always ensure your safety, you have my word.'
With that, he escorted me back into the building for breakfast as Vhagar snorted, the ashes that were left of the man blowing away in the wind and letting me know that no matter what happened, I would always be safe with my husband.
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Statistics of Apollo's Lovers
I was wondering just how unfortunate of a love-life our boy Apollo had, so - as one does - I did the research, math, and writing of said love-life.
such is the life of an adhd teen :)
In total, there are 59 people on this list. I have them separated into eight groups; Immortal, Immortal & Rejected, Lived, Died, Rejected & Died, Rejected & Cursed, Rejected & Lived, and who were Rejected by Apollo
Disclaimer: I am not a historian nor an expert in Greek Mythology, I am just a very invested nerd in Mythology, and in Apollo's mythology in general, and got curious about what his rap sheet actually looks like.
Sidenote: There will be some "lovers" not on this list. Reasons being;
No actual literary sources behind them
Said literary sources are dubious at best
Not enough information is given about the nature of their relationship to make an accurate take
So if somebody isn't on this list, it's because of one of those three reasons. Although there is still a chance I missed somebody! :)
Also, no RRverse lovers include in this list. Sorry my fellow ToA fans.
*I am currently missing about 4 other lovers, and will get them on here ASAP. Their inclusion, however, will not change the overall conclusion. 👍
(Edited 08/15/24 - ALL SECTIONS SOURCED)
Let's begin! :D
Immortal Lovers
Calliope: muse of epic poetry. Mother of Hymenaios and Ialemus (Pindar's 3rd Threnos) by Apollo.
Clio: muse of history
Erato: muse of love poetry
Euterpe: muse of music
Polyhymnia: muse of hymns/sacred poetry
Melpomene: muse of tragedy
Thalia: muse of comedy. Mother of the Corybantes (The Bibliotheca by Pseudo-Apollodorus) by Apollo.
Terpsichore: muse of dance
Urania: muse of astronomy
Boreas: the North Wind. The Boreads called Apollo "beloved of our sire" in Apollonius of Rhodes's Argonautica.
10 lovers total here.
9 Female, 1 Male
Immortal & Rejected
Hestia: goddess of the Hearth (Hymn to Aphrodite)
1 Interest. Female.
Lovers Who Lived:
Branchus: mortal shepherd, gifted prophecy (Conon's Narrations 33 & Callimachus's Iambus)
Rhoeo: mortal princess, eventually married an apprentice of Apollo (Diodorus Siculus's Bibliotheca historica 5.62 and Tzetzes on Lycophron 570)
Ourea: demigod daughter of Poseidon, dated Apollo during his punishment with Laomedon; had a son named Ileus, after the city of Troy (Hesiod's Catalogues of Women Fragment 83)
Evadne: nymph daughter of Poseidon, Apollo sent Eileithyia & (in some texts) the Fates to aid in their son's birth (Pindar's Olympian Ode 6)
Thero: great-granddaughter of Heracles, described as "beautiful as moonbeams" (Pausanias's Description of Greece 9)
Cyrene: mortal princess-turned-nymph queen, kick-ass lion wrangler, and mother of two of Apollo's sons - Aristaeus (a god) and Idmon (powerful seer) (Pindar's Pythian Ode 9.6 ff. and Nonnus's Dionysiaca and Callimachus's Hymn to Apollo 85)
Admetus: mortal king, took great care of Apollo during his second punishment, Apollo wingmanned him for Alcestis's hand - basically Apollo doted on him <3 (Callimachus's Hymn II to Apollo and Apollodorus's Bibliotheca 1.9.15 and Hyginus's Fabulae 50–51, and also written about by Ovid and Servius)
Hecuba: queen of Troy, together they had Troilus.
It was foretold that if Troilus lived to adulthood, Troy wouldn't fall - unfortunately, Achilles murdered Troilus in Apollo's temple. When the Achaeans burned Troy down, Apollo rescued Hecuba and brought her to safety in Lycia. (Stesichorus's Fr.108)
Hyrie/Thyrie: mortal. mothered a son by Apollo. Their son, Cycnus, attempted to kill himself after some shenanigans and his mother attempted the same. Apollo turned them into swans to save their lives. (Antoninus Liberalis's Metamorphoses 12 and Ovid's Metamorphoses 7.350)
Dryope: mortal. had a son named Amphissus with Apollo, who was a snake at the time. Later turned into a lotus flower, but it had nothing to do with Apollo so she's still on this list. (noncon; written by Ovid in Metamorphoses 8 CE/AD and later by Antoninus Liberalis in his own Metamorphoses sometime between 100-300 CE/AD)
Creusa: mortal queen. had a son named Ion with Apollo (Euripides's Ion). Please check out @my-name-is-apollo's post for more details because they make some good points about what's considered "rape" in Ancient Greece. I expand on this further at the end of the post.
Melia: Oceanid nymph. Had a son w/h Apollo named Tenerus. (Pausanias's Descriptions of Greece 9.10.5–6)
Melia was said to be kidnapped, and her brother found her with Apollo. He set fire to Apollo's temple in an effort to get her back, but was killed. Melia and Apollo had two kids - but here's the interesting part. Melia was highly worshiped in Thebes, where her brother found her. She was an incredibly important figure in Thebes, especially when connected with Apollo. She and Apollo were essentially the parents of Thebes.
As I read over their story, it sounded like (to me, at least. it's okay if you think otherwise!) that Melia just absconded/eloped with Apollo.
Was kidnapping an equivalent to assault back then? Perhaps. But it's still debated on whenever or not that's true. However, one thing I've noticed reading up on these myths is that when Apollo does do something unsavory, the text says so.
It never says anything about Apollo doing anything to Melia. Her father and brother believe she was kidnapped, but, like mentioned previously, it seems far much more likely that she just ran off with her boyfriend or something.
But that's just my interpretation.
Moving on! :)
Iapis: a favorite lover. Apollo wanted to teach him prophecy, the lyre, ect. but Iapis just wanted to heal :) so Apollo taught him healing :) (Smith 1873, s.v. Iapis)
Aethusa: daughter of Poseidon & the Pleiad Alcyone. Mother of Linus and Eleuther. She is the great-great grandmother of Orpheus. (Apollodorus's Bibliotheca 3.10.1 and Pausanias's Descriptions of Greece 9.20.2 and Suida, s.v. Homer's Of the Origin of Homer and Hesiod and their Contest, Fragment 1.314)
Acacallis: daughter of King Minos. there's a lot of variation on whether or not she had kids with Hermes or Apollo. Some say she had a kid with each. (Stephanus of Byzantium, s.v. Kydōnia (Κυδωνία and Scholia on Apollonius Rhodius, 4.1492)
Chrysothemis: nymph queen who won the oldest contest of the Pythian Games - the singing of a hymn to Apollo. She had three daughters, and one of them is said to be Apollo's. (Pausanias's Descriptions of Greece 10.7.2 and Hyginus's De Astronomica 2.25)
Corycia: naiad. had a son with Apollo. the Corycian Cave north of Delphi is named after her (Hyginus's Fabulae 161)
Leuconoe (also Choine or Philonis): daughter of Eosphorus, god of the planet Venus, and mother of the bard Philammon. (Hyginus's Fabulae 161) She was killed by Diana for her hubris.
Melaena (also Thyia or Kelaino): mother of Delphos, member of prophetic Thriae of Delphi. Priestess of Dionysus. (Herodotus's Histories 7.178.1)
Othreis: mothered Phager by Apollo, and later Meliteus by Zeus. (Antoninus Liberalis's Metamorphoses 13)
Stilbe: mother of Lapithus and Aineus by Apollo. (Diodorus Siculus's Library of History 4.69.1 and Scholia on Apollonius Rhodius, 1.40 and Scholia on Apollonius Rhodius, 1.948)
Syllis (possible same as Hyllis, granddaughter of Heracles): mothered Zeuxippus by Apollo. (Pausanias's Descriptions of Greece 2.6.7)
Amphissa: Apollo seduced her in the form of a shepherd. They had a son named Agreus. (Ovid's Metamorphoses 6.103 and Hyginus's Fabulae 161)
(hey, has anybody else noticed that 'Apollo disguising himself' seems to only be a thing in Roman literature?)
Areia (or Deione): had a son named Miletus. Hid him in some smilax. Her father found him and named him. (Apollodorus's Bibliotheca 3.1.2)
Arsinoe: she and Apollo had a daughter named Eriopis. (Hesiod's Ehoiai 63 and Scholia ad Pindar's Pythian Ode 3.14)
Queen of Orkhomenos (no name is given): Mother of Trophonius (Pausanias's Descriptions of Greece 9.37.5)
(my fellow ToA fans will recognize that name haha).
Hypermnestra: Either Apollo or her husband fathered her son Amphiaraus. (Hyginus's Fabulae 70)
(sidenote: @literallyjusttoa suggested that Apollo was dating both Hypermnestra and Oikles, and I, personally, like that headcannon)
Manto: Daughter of Tiresias. Apollo made her a priestess of Delphi. They had a son named Mopsus. When Apollo sent her to found an oracle elsewhere, he told her to marry the first man she saw outside of Delphi. That man turned out to be Rhacius, who brought her to Claros, where she founded the oracle of Apollo Clarios. (Apollodorus's Bibliotheca E6. 3)
Later, another man named Lampus attempted to assault her, but was killed by Apollo. She is also said to be a priestess who warned Niobe not to insult Leto, and to ask for forgiveness. Niobe did not. (Statius's Thebaid 7 and Ovid's Metamorphoses 6)
(Dante's Inferno places her in the eighth circle of hell, and let me just say- what the FUCK Dante! What did Manto ever do to you, huh??!! Don't do my girl dirty!!)
Parthenope: granddaughter of a river god. Mothered Lycomedes by Apollo (Pausanius's Descriptions of Greece 4.1)
Phthia: prophetess. called "beloved of Apollo". Mother three kings by him; Dorus, Laodocus, & Polypoetes (Apollodorus's Bibliotheca 1.7.6)
Procleia: Mother of Tenes, son of Apollo, who was killed by Achilles before the Trojan War. Daughter of King Laomedon, king of Troy. (Apollodorus's Epitome 3. 26)
Helenus: prince of Troy. Received from Apollo an ivory bow which he used to wound Achilles in the hand. (Photius's 'Bibliotheca excerpts')
Hippolytus of Sicyon: called "beloved of Apollo" in Plutarch's Life of Numa. I don't think this guy is the same as Hippolytus, son of Zeuxippus (son of Apollo), king of Sicyon Pausanias talks about in his Description of Greece. That would be a little weird taking the whole family tree into account - though it's never stopped other gods before. *shrug*
Psamathe: nereid, said to be the personification of the sand of the sea-shore. (Conon's Narrationes 19)
She and Apollo were lovers, but never had any kids. When another man assaulted her, she had a son and abandoned him.
(He was found by some shepherds dw - wait, he was then torn apart by dogs. Nevermind.)
Back to her, her father ordered for her to be executed and Apollo avenged her death by sending a plague onto Argos and refused to stop it until Psamathe and Phocus/Linus (her son) were properly given honors.
(I really like how even though Linus isn't Apollo's kid, and that Psamathe wanted nothing to do with the kid, Apollo still considered him worth avenging too <3 )
Okay, in a previous incarnation of this post, I said there was a version where she is raped by Apollo...however, I can't find any sources to back it up😅 Even her wiki page doesn't mention rape, and Theoi's excerpt of Paunasias's Descriptions of Greece about her doesn't either.
So where did I hear about this supposed version? (Don't shoot)
Youtube. A youtube video about Apollo. Yeah...
Lesson, kids! Don't trust youtube videos on mythology! Yes, even if they dedicated lots of time to it! They can still get things wrong! In fact, don't even take my word for it! Do your own research <3
Alright. 34 lovers here.
5 Male. 29 Female.
33 are 100% consensual. Creusa is questionable, depending on who's translating/which tradition you go with.
Lovers Who Died:
Hyacinthus*: mortal prince. we all know this one, right? Right? one and only true love turned into flower (okay that's my bias speaking but AM I WRONG?) (Plutarch's Life of Numa, 4.5; Philostratus the younger's Imagines; Pseudo-Apollodorus's Bibliotheca 1.3.3; Ovid's Metamorphoses 10.162–219; Bion's Poems 11; and various pieces of art)
Cyparissus: mortal. his DEER DIED and he asked Apollo to let him MOURN FOREVER so he was turned into a cypress tree (Ovid's Metamorphoses X 106ff)
Coronis: mortal princess. cheated on Apollo w/h Ischys, who in Fabulae was killed by Zeus. mother of Asclepius. killed by Artemis. (Pindar's Pythian Odes 3.5; Pausanias's Descriptions of Greece 2.26.6; Hyginus's Fabulae 202; Ovid's Metamorphoses 2.536 and 2.596; Hyginus's De Astronomica 2.40; Isyllus's Hymn to Asclepius 128.37 ff.)
There is another version of Asclepius's birth given by Pausanias in Descriptions of Greece 2.26.1-7, where Coronis exposes him on a mountain and Apollo takes him in.
Adonis: yes, THAT Adonis. he's in this category because. well. he died. rip (Ptolemy Hephaestion's New History Book 5)
Phorbas: Okay so Apollo's lover Phorbas and another Phorbas sometimes get mashed together so this is what I was able to gather.
Plutarch's Life of Numa 4.5 and Hyginus's De Astronomia 2.14.5 cites Phorbas as Apollo's lover. The other Phorbas is said to be a rival to Apollo in the Homeric Hymn to Apollo. Personally, I separate the two because it makes more sense with Phorbas the lover's overall story.
Here it is: The island of Rhodes fell victim to a plague of dragons or serpents, and the oracle said to summon Phorbas for help. He defeated the infestation, and after he died, Apollo asked Zeus to place him in the stars, and so Phorbas became the constellation Serpentarius, also known more widely as Ophiuchus (a man holding a serpent).
FORGET ORION AND HIS ONE-OFF MENTION OF BEING DIANA'S LOVER HERE IS A CONSTELLATION TRAGIC LOVE STORY!!!!!
(*Hyacinthus was resurrected, as celebrated in the Hyacinthia festival in Sparta. Nonnus's Dionysiaca 19.102 and Pausanias's Descriptions of Greece 3.19.4 supports this belief as well.)
5 lovers.
4 Male. 1 Female. All consensual.
Sidenote: QUIT BURYING THE GAYS GREECE!!!!
Love-Interests Who Rejected & Died:
Daphne: do i nEED to say anything? Nymph. turned into tree to escape.
Daphne and Apollo actually go back a bit. Their story was used to explain why the laurel was so sacred to Apollo. It's in Delphi, Branchus planted laurel trees around the temple he built to Apollo, the laurel was even sacred to Apollo's historical forebearer Apulu, an Etruscan god! (I have sources to back this up :3 along with an Essay.)
Apollo & Daphne first originate from Phylarchus, but we do not have any of his work :( It's been lost to history...a moment of silence RIP. He was a contemporary in the 3rd century BC/BCE (first day of 300 BC/BCE and last day of 201 BC/BCE).
He was, however, cited as a source in Parthenius's Erotica Pathemata, written sometime in the 1 century AD/CE (sometime between 66 BC/BCE and the author's death in 14 AD/CE).
Then they show up again in Pausanias's Descriptions of Greece, written between 150 AD/CE and 170 AD/CE.
Hyginus wrote his Fabulae sometime before Ovid's because it's widely criticized to be his earliest work and Ovid wrote his Metamorphoses in 8 AD/CE.
The first two versions are roughly the same, and Ovid's shares similarities with the first in only the ending. Hyginus is basically like Ovid's but without Eros.
So in publication order, it's; Erotica Pathemata, Fabulae, Metamorphoses, then Descrip. of Greece.
In Erotica Pathemata, Daphne is the daughter of Amyclas and is being courted by Leucippus. She is not interested in any sort of romance. Leucippus disguises himself as a girl to get close to her, but his ruse is revealed when Apollo nudges Daphne and her attendants into taking a bath in the river. Leucippus is consequently killed.
Apollo then becomes interested and Daphne runs away, imploring Zeus that "she might be translated away from mortal sight", and is transformed into the laurel tree.
In Fabulae, Daphne's story is a bit more familiar. She's the daughter of Peneus, the river god, and Gaea is the one who transforms her into a laurel tree.
In Metamorphoses, Eros is added to the story and is the reason why Apollo is so enamored and Daphne is so repulsed.
(I would just like to say that in this version, it was 100% nonconsensual for both of them! And I don't mean with rape- Apollo never touches Daphne in any of these version. What I mean here is that Eros maliciously makes Apollo chase down a woman and makes sure Daphne would be repulsed by him. That is noncon behavior there on both sides.)
In Descriptions of Greece 10.7.8, Daphne is the daughter of Ladon and her and Apollo are only connected by way of why the laurel crown is the victory prize of the Pythian Games. However, in Descriptions of Greece 8.20.2-8.20.4, Daphne and Leucippus make an appearance here too, but Apollo is not the reason why they stop to take a swim and his ruse is revealed, resulting in his death.
Castalia: Nymph. turned into spring to escape.
First things first, Castalia was used to explain the existence of the Castalian Spring in Delphi. However, in the Homeric Hymn to Apollo, the spring is already there when Apollo was born. So there's that to consider first.
Anyway, to escape Apollo's advances, Castalia transforms herself into a spring. (Lactantius Placidus's On Statius's Thebaid 1.698. This was written between Lactantius's lifespan of c. 350 – c. 400 AD/CE, placing it firmly in Roman times.)
2 Interests.
2 Female.
Love-Interests Who Rejected & Cursed
Cassandra: mortal princess. Received the gift of prophecy from Apollo. Due to a broken oath, she was then cursed. (Aeschylus's Agamemnon)
It is only in Roman-era tellings where Cassandra is cursed for not sleeping with Apollo, and there was no oath made (Hyginus & Pseudo-Apollodorus). In Agamemnon, it was done so because of the broken oath- not the refusing to sleep with Apollo thing.
The version where she gains prophetic abilities by way of a snake licking her ears is not part of Greco-Roman literature, but rather by an American poet.
Nevertheless, even after the curse Cassandra still loved Apollo, and called him "god most dear to me" in Eurpides's play The Trojan Women.
1 Interests.
1 Female.
Love-Interests Who Rejected & Lived
Sinope: mortal. there are two different version of her myth.
In Diodorus Siculus's Library of History 4.72.2 and Corinna's Frag. 654, Apollo "seizes" her and they have a son named Syrus.
In Apollonius's Argonautica 2.946-951 and Valerius Flaccus's Argonautica 5.109, it is Zeus who abducts her, but she gets him to promise her anything and requests to remain a virgin. He obliges. Later, Apollo and the river Halys both try to charm her, but fall for the same trick.
Library of History was written between 60-30 BC/BCE, Apollonius's Argonautica between 300 BC/BCE and 201 BC/BCE, and Valerius Flaccus's Argonautica between 70-96 AD/CE, making Apollonius's version the oldest and Valerius Flaccus's the youngest.
Marpessa: mortal princess, granddaughter of Ares. Idas, son of Poseidon, kidnapped her and Apollo caught up to them. Zeus had Marpessa chose between them, and she chose Idas, reasoning that she would eventually grow old and Apollo would tire of her. (Homer's The Iliad, 9.557 and Apollodorus's Bibliotheca 1.7.8–9)
Bolina: mortal. Apollo approached her and she flung herself off a cliff. He turned her into a nymph to save her life. (Pausanias's Description of Greece 7.23.4)
Ocroe/Okyrrhoe: nymph and daughter of a river god. asked a boatman to take her home after Apollo approached her. Apollo ended up turning the boat to stone and the seafarer into a fish. (Athenaeus's The Deipnosophists 7.283 E [citing The Founding of Naucratis by Apollonius Rhodius]. The Deipnosophists was written in the early 3rd century AD, between 201 AD and 300 AD)
Sibyl of Cumae: mortal seer. promised to date Apollo if she was given longevity as long as the amount of sand in her hand. he did, but she refused him. (Ovid's Metamorphoses 14)
5 Interests. All female.
Okyrrhoe's story is the only one with any iffy stuff, although, when something iffy does occur, the text usually says so outright.
Rejected by Apollo:
Clytie*: Oceanid nymph. turned into a heliotrope to gaze at the sun forever after the rejection.
1 Advance. Female.
(*Clytie's story was originally about her affection for Helios. [Ovid's Metamorphoses 4.192–270; Ovid used Greek sources about the etymology of the names involved, meaning Clytie and Helios go back to Greek times] As Apollo got superimposed over Helios's myths, people have assumed it is he who is the sun god in her myth and not Helios.)
In Conclusion...
59 people total, and 33 of them have Roman-Era roots with (as far as I know!! Don't take my word as gospel truth!!) no relation to Greece except by way of shared mythology.
Here's the list:
Rhoeo
Thero
Hyrie/Thyrie
Dryope
Melia
Aethusa
Acacallis
Chrysothemis
Corycia
Choine
Thyia
Othreis
Stilbe
Syllis
Amphissa
Areia
Queen of Orkhomenos
Hypermnestra
Manto
Parthenope
Phthia
Procleia
Helenus
Hippolytus of Sicyon
Psamathe
Cyparissus
Adonis
Phorbas
Castalia
Sinope
Bolina
Ocroe/Okyrrhoe
Sibyl of Cumae
Meaning, 56%- and really, it's more like 57%, because Clytie is not Apollo's lover at all- of the lovers listed on this post are not entirely Greek in origin (AS FAR AS I KNOW-)! That does not mean ofc that you have to ignore them. I, for one, really like the story of Rhoeo, and Manto, and Psamethe- I find their myths sweet (Rhoeo & Manto) and bittersweet (Psamethe).
Let's get to the calculations now, yeah?
59 people total (Includes Clytie)
48 Women (81%). 11 Men (19%).
19% were Immortal (Including Lovers & Rejected)
68% Lived (Including Lovers & Cursed & Rejected)
14% Died (Including Lovers & Rejected)
1% were Cursed
2% were Rejected by him
58 people total (Not Including Clytie)
47 Women (81%). 11 Men (19%).
19% were Immortal
69% Lived (Lovers & Cursed & Rejected)
12% Died (Lovers & Rejected)
in that 12%, one was apotheosized - Hyacinthus.
Meaning 10% died permanently, while 2% were resurrected.
2% were Cursed
0% were Rejected by him
Additionally, I left off three male lovers and two female lovers - Atymnius, Leucates, Cinyras, Hecate, & Acantha.
Atymnius has no references to being Apollo's lover, only to Zeus's son Sarpedon. (Wikipedia why do you even have him listed? You need sources smh)
Leucates is another male "lover" left off the rack - apparently he jumped off a cliff to avoid Apollo, but I couldn't find any mythological text to account for it- and no, OSP's wiki page is not a reliable source. There is a cliff named similarly to him where Aphrodite went (by Apollo's advice) to rid herself of her longing for Adonis after his death. Also Zeus uses it to rid himself of his love for Hera before he...well, commits adultery again. 🤷
Cinyras was a priest of Aphrodite on the island of Cyprus. He was also the island's king. Pindar calls him "beloved of Apollo" in his Pythian Ode. However, looking further into Cinyras's life throws a bit of a wrench into it. He's also cited to be a challenger to Apollo's skill, and either Apollo or Mars (Ares) kills him for his hubris.
(honestly, I kinda like the idea that Mars went into Big Brother Mode)
I did consider leaving him on the list, since technically you could argue it was a romance-gone-bad, but among every other source Cinyras is mentioned in, Pindar's the only one who puts a romantic label on him and Apollo.
Plus, he’s been described as a son of Apollo too, and I personally like that more lol
Hecate, the goddess of magic and crossroads, is said to be the mother of Scylla (like, the sea-monster) by Apollo, but Scylla's parentage is one of those "no specific parents" ones, so I left her off the list.
Acantha has absolutely no classical references. There's a plant like her name, but she's made-up, so she doesn't count. *stinkeyes the guy who invented her and claimed his “sources” were reliable when they really aren’t*
(Of course, I could be wrong about any of these. Again, I'm not an expert.)
With all this in mind, this means Apollo's love life actually isn't as tragic as media portrays it, and he isn't as bad as Zeus or Poseidon in the nonconsensual area.
Does he still have those kinds of myths? Yes, with Dryope and Creusa; though, we can discount Creusa because;
1) Depends on who's translating it; and
2) Ion is given different parentage in the Bibliotheca, which yes, came much after Ion, however Xuthus was traditionally considered to be Ion's father rather than Apollo. This means there was probably a different oral tradition on Ion's parentage that just wasn't written down as early as Euripides's was- in fact, it may even just be an invention of Euripides's.
(and honestly Apollo's characterization in Ion just doesn't quite match up with the rest of his appearances in the wider myths (in my opinion, at least))
So that leaves us with just Dryope, who comes from Ovid, a Roman poet, and Antoninus Liberalis, a late Greek one.
Now I'm not saying we should throw her out because of Ovid's whole "wrote the gods even more terribly to criticize Augustus" thing, but it is something to keep in mind. Political mechanics have been used to change myths before, and this is certainly one example of it.
Additionally, I have seen many people discard Dionysus's rapes in the Dionysiaca because of how late it was written, so this one can be given similar treatment if one choses too because of just how late Ovid and Antoninus Liberalis's work was.
You can, in fact, pick and chose if you wish, especially if it'll increase your enjoyment of literature. That's certainly what I do :)
So overall, I'd say Apollo has a rather clean relationship past. He's doing pretty damn good.
Also, I think we should all take note that even if Apollo had noncon myths, that doesn't reflect on the actual god. The Ancient Greeks did not see the myths as "canon" to their gods- in fact, some were not happy with the myths showing the gods in such a light.
That's something else to keep in mind. The gods of the myths are not the gods of Greece, and are more like parables or fables for the Ancient Greeks I'd say. Lessons on morality and such, and of course, warnings against hubris and the like.
This was quite the journey, and I really hope you all enjoyed reading and learning with me! This really makes me wonder- if Apollo's love life is this good, I wonder how misinformed we are on everyone else's? I have no plans on doing Zeus or Poseidon or anyone else (not for a LONG time lol, this took a lot of effort and research!), but if anyone has any idea, or gets inspired to do something like this for any other god, please tag me!! I'd love to see it! :D
And since this was on a previous reblog, here be a meme from a while ago:
[ID: Me Explaining Me. On the left is a girl with her hands up, fingers pinched together, like she's intensely explaining something. The text over her says "Me giving a detailed diatribe about Apollo's love life and how modern media has done him and his lovers dirty". On the right is the girl's mother, wrapped up to her chin in a blanket, with a look on her face that screams "I hear this all the time". The Mother is labeled "My family". /End ID]
suffers in I'm the only mythology nerd in the family
#ramblings of an oracle#greek mythology analysis#apollo#greek myths#greek gods#greek myth#ancient greece#still gonna tag this as toa#just because#;)#the trials of apollo#toa#trials of apollo#tagamemnon#greek history#ancient greek#greek mythology#greek tumblr#ancient rome#ancient history#rome#greece#apollon#apollo deity#hyacinthus#hyacinth#apollo x hyacinthus#apollo and hyacinthus#cassandra of troy#the muses
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Terms of Endearment - Brothers and Dateables
Lucifer: My love, my dear
Lucifer tends to use the more traditional pet names for his partner when he does use them, which isn’t very often. He will call you my love or my dear when he’s particularly pleased or feeling sentimental, and he’s also known to use them when you’re upset.
Mammon: My human, my baby/babe
Mammon regularly uses nicknames for his partner that begin with my like my human or my babe/baby. He really just like anything that sounds possessive because it shows everyone how you belong to him. They’re not super sappy names though because he has his tough reputation to live up to.
Levi: Henry, true friend, normie
Levi uses a lot nicknames because there’s something super embarrassing and vulnerable about using your actual name. He uses casual nicknames, almost joking ones, like normie or Henry. He likes hearing you laugh when he uses them but he blushes like crazy if you ever use on one him.
Satan: Kitten, darling, Watson
Satan is all about the romantic nicknames; typically he will use something like darling or kitten, especially when he is in a good mood. However, he will sometimes use Watson when he is in one of his chaotic or fun moods. Watson may be his favorite honestly because it just shows how great of a team you are.
Asmo: Hun, darling, beautiful/gorgeous, sweetie, anything goes.
We all that Asmo uses nonstop pet names. It’s second nature to him to call you anything cute that he can think of: hun, sweetie, darling, gorgeous. He’ll even make up random little nonsense names like ‘my sugar free cupcake’ because he loves to see how far he can take it before you call him out on how ridiculous he’s being.
Beel: Honey, sweetheart
Beel is a very simple guy. He’s not going to use flowery nicknames or use them all the time.Typically, he’s going to use your name or maybe a shortened version of it, but if you catch him in a particularly soft mood or if he’s trying to comfort you, he might call you honey or sweetheart.
Belphie: Idiot, princess/prince
Belphie, like Beel, doesn’t use nicknames a lot but he does it more than his twin. Belphie will call you idiot like a term of endearment and then call you princess/prince and make it sound like an insult. Honestly, he just enjoys riling you up. If he’s actually trying to be nice, he will call you his dream.
Diavolo: My queen/king, actual name
Diavolo looooves nicknames. He didn’t grow up with them or any friends to use them on so he tries out all different kinds with you at first, figuring out what you both liked best. He loves to call you dearest (since you’re the person he cares about most) and once you’re in a serious relationship, he likes to call you his king/queen. Once in a while he’ll throw out something like “pookie” because he heard someone else say it and it always leads to a good laugh.
Barbatos: My lady, actual name
Barbatos follows a strict set of rules and has perfect manners which means he’s not known for using nicknames. He thinks even using someone’s first name can be incredibly intimate based on his station but, deep down, Barbatos is incredibly soft, especially for MC. When they are alone, he’ll regularly call them ‘love’ or ‘my heart’. He uses these because he claims you are the person who brought love into the heart he forgot he had.
Solomon: My better half, something based on an inside joke
Solomon enjoys using nicknames but almost all of them are a joke. He typically uses embarrassing moments or inside jokes to come up with them and they change out regularly. It wouldn’t be weird for him to call you something like ‘spilled milk’ or ‘my croissant’. But, during serious moments or when he’s introducing you to someone, Solomon likes to call you his better half because that’s exactly what he thinks you are.
Simeon: lamb/little lamb, sunshine
Simeon goes 50/50 with pet names. Like Barbatos and Beel, he most enjoys using them in private but he’s certainly not ashamed to use them in front of people if he thinks the moment calls for it. He most commonly calls you lamb or little lamb and it’s always said so fondly that it makes up for any condenscion you might feel. He will also call you sunshine because he claims you not only light up the Devildom but also his life.
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Ibusuki no Tamatebako (or nicknamed Ibutama)
Some facts about this train below!
Ibusuki no Tamatebako! Its a diesel powered sightseeing train that runs in southernmost Japan! It goes between 2 stations, Kagoshima-Chūō Station and Ibusuki Station. Originally it was made up of 2 KiHa 47 cars (2 car train!) but since then has a third car has been added (but only added on busy days such as holidays and weekends). The train is painted in a way where the black side faces landward and the white side faces seaward.
The Train's theme is based off the story of Urashima Taro! If you aren't familiar with the story, the gist of it is that a fisherman saves a sea turtle that turns out to be a Princess of the Dragon King. As a reward he is brought to a palace under the sea where he stays for a couple of days. When asked to be returned home he receives a box called the Tamatebako, and is warned to never open it. When the fisherman returns to the surface he discovers that hundreds of years has passed, and not heeding the warning, he proceeds to open the box where a puff of smoke comes out and he instantly turns into an old man.
Thats where the Tamatebako part of its name comes from! Its also why the train is decorated in box imagery (Tamatebako roughly translates to "jewel box") Also when the doors open, the train shoots off a puff of white smoke to emulate the puff of smoke in the story!
The train ride is about 50 minutes, due to irregularities in the track its a bit of a bumpy ride. In the second car there are seats facing the windows so you can get a view of Kinko Bay.
Yup yup!
#my art#fanart#submas#I wanted to show off a cool train#trains#that happened to have a black and white color scheme haha
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