#like if you want to write where Medusa takes her punishment and decides to turn it into something useful/beneficul to her

[dragontamer05]

You know the main thing I think that bothers me with the idea of Athena transforms Medusa into her monstrous state as some.. defense for herself.

Is like I guess in a vacuum could work but when you take into account that it was literally ATHENA herself who pointed Perseus in her direction or at least gave him the things to help in killing her- giving him her shield as well as the winged sandels.

Like I'm not disregardeding or think anyone is lying when they said that's a version they've heard/read.

But the one I've always been familiar with is Medusa was a very beautiful woman and her and her lover / some guy -which in at least a version was Poseidon in like human form but there didn't seem to be anything to imply it wasn't a consensual act (outside of more recent interpretations of it) but but that's like one version- none the less decided to get it on in Athena's TEMPLE which rightfully pissed her off and in her anger cursed Medusa to look how she does and basically also ensuring that no one would be able to lay eyes on her again.

(Not saying the punishment fits the crime but God's be petty AF)

Look I love Greek myths but very few of the gods are like perfect, unflawed loving deities out there only ever blessing and helping people.

They get petty, vain, jealous and angry. And may punish unjustly.

Also just the fact of people also being flawed- and often underestimating gods or I guess not realizing 'hey actions have consequences and maybe one shouldn't do thing that may piss off a god'

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Sure I agree Medusa isn't like technically evil/a full villain in the literal sense and sure maybe that punishment was.. extreme on Athena's part (God's aren't exactly known to take things lightly tho if you cross them) however fact of the matter is Medusa still messed up and what happened to her was a punishment.

Sure her ability certainly doubles as a means to protect herself from those who'd want to kill her but it's also a punishment in that now one can ever lookupon her.

Although in the very earliest/Original depiction she was just always like that as one of the 3 Gorgon sisters/ basically just another monster born among other monsters and only later writings made her into a beautiful maiden/once human.

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Look you want a true victim of the story- Andromeda.

Mother brags about her beauty daring to compare to the Water/Sea Nymphs passes of Poesidon in the process who sends a sea beast to Ravage the coast and poir girl gets put up as a sacrifice to appease em (Until Persus saves her)

All because her own mother was an idiot and couldn't shut up.

[melishade]

Attack on Prime Halloween Anthology: Medusa

Main Story

Hachishakusama  

Annabelle

Russian Sleep Experiment

“So what enticing tale do you have for us today?” Hanji asked as they sat around the bonfire once more.

Optimus thought it over, placing a hand under the holoform chin. “I wish to take a more different approach.”

“I don’t like where this is going,” Connie declared.

“The island has had much of it’s history and knowledge erased about the outside world. Even so, the outside world itself has a much different history from Earth.” Optimus explained, “Earth has an interesting plethora of history and mythology that might not be frightening to me, but can be terrifying to you, simply due to unfamiliarity.”

“But this monster in the story isn’t real, right?” Eren asked.

“No,” Optimus answered before he began to narrate, “A long time ago, humans were created by a multitude of gods. The humans had built temples in honor of these many gods, and had priest and priestess to care for the temple and guide in worship. At the temple of Athena: the goddess of wisdom, there was a priestess named Medusa, who was known throughout the town for her beauty. Many would enter Athena’s temple just to see this priestess. Unfortunately, her beauty ended up catching the attention of another god. 

Poseidon, the god of the sea, had seen her one night and wished to bed her. However, she had refused his advanced, for only virgins could serve under the goddess Athena. Tired of hearing her rebuff his advances, and feeling personal anger towards Athena, he decided to take her by force. Medusa raced to the temple of Athena, begging the goddess to protect her, but her prayers were not answered, and Poseidon had taken his claim.

Later, Athena had returned to see the aftermath. With her temple defiled and her anger prominent, she had cursed Medusa instead of Poseidon. Her hair had turned into a multitude of snakeheads. Her skin had become scales. Her fingers had become claws. Her body from the waist down had turned into the coils of a snake. She was transformed into an entity known as a ‘gorgon.’ Medusa had her beauty taken away from her, and anyone who had looked directly at her, would be turned to stone. She would forever be hunted by those who wanted her head as a trophy. She would be forever isolated as many have driven her out. She would be forever alone, for she could no longer love or have any form of human connection ever again.”

“That is completely fucked up!” Sasha exclaimed.

“Yeah, what the hell?!” Jean demanded.

“Why was Medusa the one punished instead of Poseidon?” Armin demanded, “Was it because she was a human?”

“The Greek Gods have a very specific hierarchy,” Optimus explained, “Poseidon is one of the most powerful gods, along with his brothers Zeus and Hades. While Athena is the goddess of wisdom and war, she is still a lesser god compared to them. If she were to attack him, she would suffer the consequences. Also, the Greek gods were...morally questionable. At best,”

“But the monster is quite fascinating,” Hanji retorted, “I don’t understand why they would turn to stone.”

“Greek mythology also has a wide plethora of monsters: gorgons, ogres, Cerberus. It would take a while to go through them all,” Optimus explained.

“Still, the thought of looking at someone and being turned to stone is terrifying,” Armin shuddered.

“Are they still conscious after being turned to stone?” Mikasa asked.

“Oh my god!” Sasha screamed at her.

(Someone recommended that I do Medusa, so I thought I’d get to it. Also, there is a guy on Tiktok writing a musical about the Odysseus, so go check him out. It’s really good so far. I can’t wait to hear the whole thing.

[ashenpages]

Current Projects & Emoji Voting Key

Quick disclaimer: I’m a romance writer in all aspects of the term, so most of my works will contain mature content. Engage at your own risk, you know the rules, you’re responsible for curating your own experience of the internet, blah blah blah.

This post serves as a current mock up of fic ideas I’m either actively working on or considering working on next. You can drop me an ask about any of them, or just vote via the emoji combo I’ve assigned them.

Voting lets me know you’re excited about an idea and makes it more likely I’ll actually work on it. You can vote anytime, there’re no deadlines or winner announcements, just me gauging your interest by what I see in my ask box most often.

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- Lupin: 🤑🤠💍  These are all oneshot ideas, between 5-15K each. If you want to vote for a specific idea, send me the emojis and the number of the idea.

Born from the idea that Goemon and Zenigata probably couldn’t be an item, my brain decided to come up with how I could write for them. Goemon’s teaching an ikebana class as part of his training, and Zenigata shows up as a student on forced recreational leave for his health from the ICPO. Zenigata wins the samurai’s heart through flowers. But what happens when Lupin and Jigen find out? (Only good sexy things, I promise. These beans are in a healthy polycule--be gay, do crimes) (WIP)

Jigen/Lupin, but it's Jigen deciding to seduce Lupin while wearing his own Lupin disguise. The thief is waaaaay too into it, and some artistry is taken with the sex so that they don't mess up the disguise too much during their encoutner.

Jigen/Zenigata/Lupin where Jigen has some fantasices about Zenigata, but is pretty sure they'll never happen. Tells Lupin about them. Suddenly the fantasies are coming true, in the middle of a heist, and Jigen doesn't what to do except get swept up in the moment and enjoy. Plot twist, it's Lupin dressed up as Zenigata granting all his gunman's dreams. Plot twist again, Zenigata catches them at it.

Zenigata/Lupin, where Lupin keeps doing good things in illegal ways and Pops has to find a way to punish him for it. Good thing for Pops Lupin's a masochist?

Trans!Lupin and Trans!Jigen premise: Jigen cares for Lupin after the master thief has top surgery, since Jigen has Been There and Done That. Caring, sweet, and a little sexy. Lupin is a much better patient than Jigen.

The one time Zenigata caught Lupin in an alley and kissed him and it was Jigen in disguise. Things get sexy anyway, and Zenigata has crushes on two thieves now. Lupin and Jigen "kidnap" him later for an evening of taking care of their inspector.

The background plot of Jigen's Gravestone where we see Jigen think he's done for and try to leave Lupin. Our thief has none of it, and we get to relish in the inherent eroticism of Lupin sitting in sniper fire, knowing Jigen's got his back. This is the moment I think Jigen finally believes he can be with Lupin forever.

I love the idea of something longer and more plot driven like a Lupin special where Lupin ends up in hot water and Jigen and Fujiko have to work together to save him. Jigen and Fujiko have such an interesting relationship. They're both partners of Lupin, they don't really like each other, they constantly screw the other over, but when it really matters they take care of each other. I'd like to see that highlighted a little more and also give them space to call each other out and bicker. Nothing sexy between them, but maybe a really interesting threesome with Lupin and Fujiko in a strap on once they save their boy.

- Sonic Vampire Novelist Coffee Shop AU: 📚☕💐

Shadow is an immortal vampire who has seen the world change for the worse too many times. These days it feels like he only lives for his coffee dates with Rouge, another immortal who loves each new era they encounter, warts and all. He has to admit that the book series she got him into speaks to him, at least. If someone in this era can understand him without meeting him, it can’t all be bad. But he hardly expected the goofy blue barista at the new coffee place to understand him the way those books do.

This is a novel length romcom romp with some big feelings about what it means to watch as things change, grow, and die. Expect lots of Big gothic feelings from this one, emotionally charged kissing, and overly-adoring sex. But also expect shenanigans from everyone in the coffee shop, which include Rouge, Amy, Tails, Knuckles, Cream, and more.

- Sonic Blazamy, "Like the Sun": 💖🌸💎

Amy Rose has been in love with Sonic for a while.

Or has she?

When the Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Shadow, and Silver are trapped as the fuel sources for Doctor Eggman’s newest evil scheme, Amy teams up with Blaze, Rouge, and Cream to save them. With Sonic out of the picture and Amy fulfilling his role, was she ever really in love with him? Or did she just want to be like him?

This is a novel length epic romance with lots of competent women and lots of romantic Blazamy content. Expect flowery hopes and dreams, badass self-actualization, and glancing hand touches that give way to cuddly and sweet sex.

- Persona 5: 🗡🍛☕

After bringing down the Metaverse twice, Ryuji didn’t think graduating high school and figuring out what to do with his life would be so hard. Akira’s back in town, and the gang’s more-or-less all in Tokyo, but everyone else seems to have a plan while Ryuji just floats. How’s he supposed to change the world when he’s not a phantom thief anymore?

This is a novel length fic that addresses how powerless one can feel being just one person in the face of all the corrupted systems and bigotry the world has to offer. It’s about holding on to what you believe in, working through the doubt, and fighting your way to a better tomorrow with the power you do have. The whole gang is queer, featured relationships being Mako x Ann, Ryuji x Akira, Futaba & Yusuke as platonic life partners. Akira is polyamorous and omnisexual, Futaba’s asexual and aromantic while Yusuke is demisexual and very romantic, Makoto’s a lesbian, Ann and Ryuji are bi, and Haru’s pansexual, demisexual, and aromantic. They’re one giant band of queer Phantom Thieves, and even if they’re not really doing the Metaverse thing anymore, they’re still gonna save the world!

Also, I’m gonna make Makoto not a cop. That super didn’t age well. Zenkichi and his boss can work on making them better/abolishing them for other better organizations.

- Hades Game: ❤️‍🔥💀

Oneshot. I just really need to elaborate on the threesome you can have with them in-game, okay? Healthy and canon poly relationships are so few and far between, so often I have to do a ton of groundwork to explain why it’s working in the fic, but NOT WITH THESE KIDS!

Get ready for Meg helping Zag and Than be better at expressing their feelings, lots of kissing, and probably pegging.

- Castlevania Animation Trevor/Sypha/Alucard: 🧛🏰🛌

Castlevania gave Alucard a threesome last season, and I just really need S4 to give me him being taken care of by his partners. They’re probably not going to give it to me, so I’ll need to do it myself. This is just an everybody loves Alucard oneshot, with the gang’s signature banter (to an extent), Sypha being sexy, and Trever being remarkably sincere. This fic is gonna feel like that Ann Hathaway picture with Trevor kissing Alucard and Sypha holding the end of Trevor’s whip while she leans her head on Alucard’s shoulder adoringly.

- Devil May Cry Nico/Lady/Trish: 💋✨😈

Nico’s gay, okay? Like really, really gay. And Lady’s bi and not into men who make her pay bills, but very into women who make amazing guns for her and demonesses with hearts who fight by her side. Trish is ace, but loves people and is pretty attached to Lady at this point. Plus it’s cute when Lady blushes and says nice things like they’re insults. I don’t have super solid ideas for them yet, and I envision these more like a polycule where Lady’s with Nico and with Trish but they’re not with each other more than seeing it as a threesome, but who knows what might happen. This is probably 1-2 oneshots depending on ideas, but might turn into a series of oneshots if people are interested (or I can’t control myself and inspiration strikes).

- Post FMA:B Blind Roy & No Alchemy Ed: 👀👑🙏

This is actually an old novel-length fic I wrote ages ago and didn’t post that didn’t turn out well because I was new to writing sex when I first wrote it. The plot is good, and is all about Roy learning to work with his blindness to reclaim his ambition of being Fuhrer and changing the system to something that actually cares for its people. He and Ed reconnect, fall into bed, and both set about working through their respective traumas about being “useless” having lost their sight/alchemy. They go to Xing as an ambassadorial party to offer Amestris’s collaboration on Al and May’s Alkahestry experiments--and uncover a plot that might threaten both kingdoms.

- Age of Calamity continuity Mipha x Revali: 🦚🐟💘

The first time Revali noticed Mipha, it was in the heat of battle. She stole his mark, taking them down with a flurry of quick blows from her spear. Violence rained from her like water--and then she healed him on her way to her next battle. No questions, no conditions, just pure kindness. The usual need to measure himself against those around him was quiet in her wake. And Revali couldn’t understand it. But how to get to know more about her? A fish and bird may fall in love, but where would they live?

This fic could be a oneshot or novel length depending on how far down the hole I fall. I need it to cover time, but it could be done in linked vignettes or with actually covering events in detail. I may elect to do a oneshot just to get it done and out of my system faster. So much fic to write, so little time.

Expect trans!Revali, polyamorous Zoras, scary competent Mipha, songbird Revali, love confessions that are made up entirely of berating Link for not loving Mipha the way she wants him to, and breaking these characters a little outside of their assigned roles in BotW and Age of Calamity. Background Link x Zelda, and Urbosa x Zelda’s Mom.

- Epic desert romance about Urbosa and Zelda’s mom: 🏜🏝⚡

I just think Urbosa should kiss women and Zelda’s mom should get more development and maybe a name or something. Also, lightning imagery/metaphors/play.

It also went way over my head that Riju wasn’t Urbosa’s daughter the first time I played BotW, so now I want to write about the Gerudo queen who refused to produce an heir. The Gerudo are fascinating and have a very interesting cutlure, but I think it could be examined from a nonbinary perspective that rejected pregnancy and wanting to find a husband. Not in like a hateful way, but in a way that examines if that’s really right for everyone. There’s that shop in town that sells Voe armor, after all. Maybe finding a husband and having children isn’t something you have to do if you don’t want to. And Urbosa really doesn’t want to.

[grahammasurian]

Dumping Your Responsibility.

The dumpster outside my apartment building was completely overflowed. The truck missed a couple weeks for some reason and people just kept piling their shit on top regardless.

“My sin will be forgiven, the next sinner will go to hell!”

This came into my head whenever I thought of the garbage situation. I considered myself 99% innocent since I didn’t use the dumpster during these couple weeks. Unfortunately when disaster happens it doesn’t care how much you were involved, all it sees is your darkness.

What I could have done was call up our landlord. Maybe I didn’t add directly to the trash pile but I still could have brought attention to it. Unfortunately my mind gave me a great reason for not calling him, a wonderful why even bother type of belief. These curses will kill you but they provide immense relief.

He lives someplace nicer and keeps his back turned on this building, so if I don’t tell him anything he’ll keep believing whatever fantasy he’s living. Whenever I bring up something for him to look at he puts it off or conveniently forgets about it, can’t say I blame him. I'd love to do the same sometimes and then feel guilty about it for the rest of my life. It’s hard to convince myself that a life of eternal guilt is worse than a life of hard work. Maybe the simple solution is to just disregard the guilt and make everyone despise me, though I can’t say that seems like a good long term strategy.

I guess everyone likes to avoid responsibility too, don’t get me wrong I get it, because man it sure feels good to not take anything seriously, just sit back and relax through life, I’ll lay down in my bed and fold into a quarter circle. Pull my knees up to my chest and gently hold myself, like swinging in the breeze floating along to somewhere better.

Eventually some birds had a war over the trash that was at this point spilling everywhere, old food, old clothes, plastic shit, maybe real shit. It was a disaster but seemed to be an appropriate punishment for us. I watched a seagull pull apart a bag for 30 minutes, something about the completely boring and ordinary scene held a power over me. I imagined this feeling of our civilizations being consumed again by nature, it’s easy to forget that nature is constantly trying to integrate us more effectively. Integration with an ocean with a mysterious intention.

We could have salvaged things there, rescued some of our dignity and just accepted responsibility for what we did by not doing. I sat some nights debating whether or not I should just go out there and clean up everything alone. I didn’t mind the day, but at night I just loved how things seemed to come to life inside me. There was a power that I didn’t have access to during the day.

I decided it wasn’t worth cleaning up, after all I don’t really care what these people think of me, unless they express it to me. Plus I felt like I fit in better with my environment as a lazy drifter. When I run into the people that live here occasionally there is enough willpower on all our parts to say “Hi” and then move on our way. The two people that live under me, man and wife, maybe around late 50’s early 60’s always give me a glimpse into a possible future. The guy looks like his soul has been sucked out and not in a good way. It scares me for a moment and I tell myself I’ll keep it in mind but my actions don’t change.

The next week after the missed pickup and our experiment with apathy, something happened.

It was 12:33 AM, I was laying down in my bed with the window open, listening to the wind and feeling the slight breeze on my skin. Sometimes I’d lay there for hours listening to music or in silence, using drugs of course. The sounds of the night combined with distant sounds of the city created the backdrop for the worlds I explored in my mind. I break away from the atmosphere and write some ideas down in some form then go back to my mind.

I heard a familiar sound, the mother of this girl screaming in that resentful kind of way. Whenever someone talks that way to me my stomach gets sick, I see this person is using me to escape from something. You know instantly that this isn’t about you anymore, it's about them.

I hated the way this mother yelled at her daughter, I didn’t have kids of my own but I didn’t mind them, I generally see children as innocent beings until they gain awareness. When they become aware they turn into wood, hopefully they make it through and become real but many don’t. Some play as the twisted craftsmen, shaping the world with design. Night after night I’d hear this poor girl being molded into something that will make her unhappy for the rest of her life.

Even though it’s hard to feel connected with darkness, you still elicit feelings for things of the night. You react more on principle and not bigger picture at night, this mother was injecting venom deep into the mind of her daughter. Like a jackass I sat there each night it happened and listened to it like music.

 Being man enough to walk down there one day and call her out on her shitty behavior was always in the back of my mind, but then I would think some more and figure what difference would it make? Sometimes I snap out of my delusions and wake up, I see who I am from up here.

Just look for the right words.

It didn’t happen every time but sometimes this warped girl would dash outside, slamming doors and shouting behind her. Most times I’d hear her small steps pace around or walk down out of earshot then eventually I’d hear her again coming from the other side of the building, maybe doing two or three laps like that before cooling off and gaining enough strength to go back. She feels like she just wants to give up but chooses to continue to face that fate which shows just how much courage she had.

This night the young girl made her usual escape, something about the scene caught my attention. Normally I just ignored it for the most part, but tonight I felt worried for her and listened to see if she was okay.

The shriek of her screaming scared me sober. That kind of pitch that you can only get when you feel real terror.

Confusion at night amplifies fear to a level that can go beyond anything you’ve ever felt. Sometimes hearing a loud noise randomly in the middle of the night only to realize it was something conspicuous is an interesting moment of tension and release of tension. When you listen to death it creates tension that doesn’t go away unless you force it to release.

I couldn’t see much but the sounds made up for the rest, I looked on in horror as this poor unfortunate girl came running towards the front door to come back inside. She must have forgotten to prop it open a little this time like she usually did. The door was shut, she couldn’t escape through there and it was the only chance she had time to try.

This whole thing happened so fast it was as if my mind refused to think about what I was seeing, this bear that must have smelled some food nearby came across her instead.

Hearing someone produce screams that come from a dangerous place, sends a painful shock through you. It would have been nice if I was one of those people that got off on that kind of thing but unfortunately I had to deal with the feelings of misery, dread, sadness, fear, anger, all at once.  

A little bit slower than what should have been immediate there was incredible energy from all around, people coming out and making noise, not too many but enough for me to be impressed.

The general sentiment at the time was:

“Oh My God!” A big fat lady wearing a shaggy blue sweater screeched out. There were many other intense shouts, deflated yelps, sobbing murmurs, all mixing together slowly creating the atmosphere for a tremendously horrific scene.

All these half awake people, semi-disconnected souls felt something deep down within them for once. For the first time in decades some of these hopeless people felt alive, they acted without thought calling back to our primate ancestors. They witnessed a driving force, without realizing the lesson unfortunately.

Some of the people approached the girl to try and attempt some kind of help and others stayed away, accepting the situation or too afraid to know how bad it really was.

Some sobs were heard throughout the night as people came and went, voices that sounded defeated, voices that sounded ready to give up and heavy with guilt.

“Emily! No!” The mother cried. Obviously still drunk. Obviously deluded into thinking her daughter is anywhere close to alive.

“Please baby I’m so sorry! Please wake up baby!”

I had great disdain for this mother, but at that moment I felt bad for her. This woman made mistakes and in the end all it causes is suffering.

They came for her daughter, whisked her away into the abyss forever. Black cloaks riding into the stars on their skeletal horses. I wasn’t sure whether or not the constant beating I was hearing was a drum or my heart. We summoned these demons with our ritual, the choices we made were acts of incantation that brought forth monsters with the power to possess mortals, the possession was the final step in ensuring resurrection lest one of us snap out of the hypnosis and rescue the rest from the gaze of Medusa.

Then some downcast EMT workers took away her body, from the low looks and words after immediately coming upon the scene it was clear that hope didn’t exist anymore. I never saw the aftermath personally, where the actual attack happened was obscured to me by the awning over the door. Sometimes imagination makes things worse.

The mother followed her daughter into the darkness 3 weeks later.

[greenflamedwriter]

Percy AU NOTES

Keith as Nico di angelo and Lance as Percy Jackson.

But Lance was never claimed so he assumed he was Hermes kid he meshed well with them.

But once Keith got claimed so did lance and then shiro their dads had some sort of rivalry.

They didn’t account for the three to fall in love with each other. After and intense mission to save medusa. For lance. Personophene for Keith and Ganymede for Shiro.

Lance is also adopted by aphrodite goddess of the sea which passes on her powers so Lance can make people listen and share secrets with him like a siren.

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1 Lance is really nice and open with people until he realises that both Keith and Shiro are Roman descendants and not greek so they clash a little, Keith insults greeks and Lance is offended.

2 dinner and theres a party and lance is in the middle of it trying to get the daughter of Athena (Allura) To dance with him and that’s when it happens. Shiro is claimed by zues and everyone applauds then Keith by Hades and hears other say (it was so obvious he was an emo) But then lance is claimed by poseidan and everyone just stops and stares. What?

3 Lance is mad, he was a hermes kid wasn’t he? He looked like them, he had the same jaw line and nose and they all got along so well...this had to be a mistake and why now? He blames the new kids and this is when the party Lance becomes grouchy. And Allura hates his guts because athena and poseidan are rivals

4 They get a quest (to save the victims by the abuse if the main three gods. Ganymede, Medusa with Aphrodite, Persephone)

5. Ganeymede. The boy who was stolen, raped and made into Zues personell wine waiter then demoted to a fate taxi cab telepromter. Boy he hates Shiro because who can actually hurt Zues? he is what clues them in on rape victims which narrows it down immedietly and when Lance realises that Medusa is next for him and Keith looks horrified that they're all related to rapists, but Shiro felt relieved since at the end of the day does it stop at ganeymede or will it keep going- they are giving tokens once they have won.

6. Personophene and Keith, Keith apologises since Personophene hates Hades he thought and she blinks “I’m a god, I don’t eat. Period. I knew underworld food would keep me trapped I hadn’t eaten in months and all of a sudden I’m peckish? Pul-ease.” Keith blinked confused.

“And I don’t hate you, you didn’t ask to be born. And I know Hades returns to me in the end.” Personophene brushes his cheek “You have his eyes, maybe thats why I can’t bring myself to hate you.”

8. Lance remembers his mother, and he always heard the tale of Medusa and thought it was sad. So when they go to the statues, and realise it’s people Lance keeps talking about how sorry he was and how being how she looks was to protect herself, Lance wanted to sacrifice himself and asked to let Keith and Shiro go to save kids. Medusa turns him to stone then aphrodite turns him back and medusa decides to fight against rapists and attack them instead of taking it out of posedions kids.

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Journey towards the west,

And save the tragic three,

Punished by thy fathers,

For their own luxary,

Succeed and save more lifes from this venture,

Remember to be calm and endure their gruelling temper.

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Lance hides behind a pillar panting with a cut down his cheek. Oh god he was going to die!

“Hey!”

Lance turned to see Shiro lunge forward eyes closed “If you want a fight come and get me!”

Lance gaped what?

Lance scowled and saw Shiro with the shield looking through the mirror, and froze, Shiro always fought in gladiator fights, he was always the hero the sel sacrificing idiot. And Medusa she was scorned by posidion. This was his fight.

Keith- he had no idea where he was but, he stood up from behind the pillar luckily seeing the hose pipe in the corner. He used it and yelled.

"Medusa!" He heard her move and shivered waiting for the attack.

"Lance no!"

He aimed his water and it stopped her short, only for a second "I surrender!"

"...What?" She paused and Lance took a breath keeping his eyes shut. "Medusa, I always heard stories about you, some saw it differently, that athena changed you so no man would ever hurt you ever again not in that way- but it didn't matter because men take what they want regardless of what you look like."

He was shaking his water diminishing "I may be son of posedion but I am digusted by what he did and want nothing to do with him, but if you want to take revenge against him by hurting me," he outstretched his arms "That's fine- just let the other two go- they did nothing to hurt you, you can do whatever you want to me, but please, let them go."

"Why should I listen to your pleas? When posedian and Athena never listened to mine?"

"Because you'll be no better than them, just a monster preying on someone weak for your own justification."

"I am nothing like them."

"Then let my friends go...please."

Medusa tiled her head considering "Maybe I should do to you what posediian did to me," she leaned closer the snakes hissing across his cheek and Lance trembled "Send you back to your god with the pieces left, to show him what he did to me."

"He wouldn't care, he has thousands of children in the roman camp, percy is his favourite." She growled "Percy ripped my head off and stuck in a drunk mans fridge." Lance grimaced "And if you kill everyone of posedions children it won't make a difference."

"True, but it'll make me feel better."

"Then you won't be different than your tormentors."

Silence

"You know nothing, demigod."

oops she was pissed.

"Look at that." Lance pointed, knowing in the garden and where he was guessing he was pointing at the right thing.

"What?"

"That is a child correct?"

"So?"

"Did she deserve it? Was she any different than you? Her mother or father here? Did they honestly come here to attack you-"

"Well...no- but they-"

"Please, Medusa, they are people out there that hurt others the way posedion hurt you, ones who deserve justice. But not here. Not in this garden- it's your cage."

"No it's my haven and they still come here and hurt me."

"Then why stay? No matter what people will still try to use you- don't let them. I won't speak for Athena but, giving you the power to turn people to stone with just a look before they could even get ten feet in front of you, making your lower half a snake, making your hair venoumous, Those seem like tools to me, to stop people from touching you ever again."

Lance held his head up high his body trembling.

"As a son of posedion I'll take responsibility, but posedion himself wont since he won't see he's done nothing wrong, you can't hurt him so you hurt others weaker than you."

"no."

"you're a bully medusa, if anything that's worse, because you want people to hurt as much as you but you should know better and know how it feels to be violated."

"Stop it."

Lance opened his eyes and Medusa was looking away covering her face he gaped.

"Medusa?"

He took a step forward and she hissed "Don't look at me!"

He flinched ripping his arm back "I...I am terribly sorry, Medusa. You- no one deserves that. But staying here...it's not healthy. To repeat this over and over again until another demi-god kills you?"

She still had her face covered and Lance bit his lip "Medusa? C-can I touch you?"

She didn't move until a stiff nod.

He took a hesitent stop forward then hugged her, his hands only around her stomach and felt her tremble.

"It's okay to be mad, Medusa." She was trembling "It wasn't my fault."

"No it wasn't."

She started weeping falling to the ground and Lance moved with her.

"You- you need token to go to Hades?" She asked them finally wearing her sunglasses and hijab to cover her hair, Lance nodded "If you don't mind- if not we can go that's tottally okay-"

"No, it's the least I can do and...leaving here would probably be best for me"

A/N Another thing, why would Persphone and the lotus people have tokens to get to the underworld? Like the lotus and Nico and his sister so did persophone not care or know they were there? I mean the lotus would've told her since they're bffs who's visitng perce for tea partys and Medusa? I know people think Hades/Persphone are good but there;s different sides on one hand they are like beauty and the beast on the other, perse is another rape victim. I know I didn't write this correctly.

I just tried to write it the best I can but Lance has a reason for Medusa trusting him, even though he's the son of poseidon.

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“Cone on Keith wheres your sense of humour!”

“Lance, no.”

Lance grabbed his arm and dragged him backwards towards the carnival with Shiro following behind. Lance pulled Keith onto every ride forced him to eat cotton candy but what stopped Keith from snapping at the kid.

Was when Lance played a shooting range gane and gave Keith a hippo.

“Only the best for the prettiest boy.”

Lance grabbed his hand and pulled Keith fir more open stalls with merchendise.

Keithseyes were shinning theough the whole trip and Shiro was able to watch it all.

Carnival leads to persophene

After Aphrodite crisis to pair the three up.

Lance jumps at the teenage girl sitting at the pool beside him, “So why don’t you try them, I know you like them.” Lance flushed “What?”

“It’s obvious, except not obvious enough for those two. Love does make a person go blind.” Lance shook his head “What no? Come between Keith and Shiro?”

She looked amused as he babbled “I can’t do that to them, they’ve been through so much.” Lance looked over to the two his eyes softening “Shiro has been hurt so many times, gladiator fights? It was compeltely barbaric and his hair is white- and Keith he’s a demon with a sword and can raise skeletons from the dead! Both are so strong but only vunerable around each other...they’re perfect for each other. When I think of Soulmates I think of them two...I hope I can find someone like them one day.”

“Like them? Why not just court them, I doubt the two would mind.”

“Making them pick each other or me? That’s stepping down.” Lance said unknowing why this stranger tried to sabotage Keith and Shiro, was she a siren? If so it wasn’t working.

She shook her head “No, it is possible to be partners with three people. I should know, Hephaestus is very accepting of who I am and who I bed with.”

“Heph- wait.” Lance’s eyes widened in shock as he looks at the golden teen properly.

She was big, round belly and thick legs and arms with golden healthy hair curling at her shoulders her face plump lips tilted into a smile as sea green eyes seemed to swirl, unnatural. God like.

She looked exactly like the painting, Venus stepping out of her sea shell.

She stroked his face “We share waters, both are lovers of the sea.” She kissed his cheek “If Gods could adopt demi-children, all of Poseidon's folk would be mine. Artemis can do it, why can’t I?”

Lance gaped “I can’t turn my back on poseidon he’ll drown me.” She smiled “What’s wrong with co-parenting? Do him proud by defending his name and waters and do me proud,” She nudged his shoulder and glancing at Keith and Shiro “By falling in love.” Lance’s eyes widened “I give my blessing, and I wouldn’t do this for a lost cause I stoke the fires for love. Never extinguishing them.” Lance blinked and she was gone.

The beautiful teenager, Aphrodite.” Lance stepped out of the pool and almost stumbled at the looks Keith and Shiro had sending his way.

“What? What’d I do?”

“What were you doing?”

Lance shrugged “Having fun at the pool what of it?”

“Why sid that girl kiss your cheek?”

Lance blinked at Keiths angry response, any other time he would’ve felt hurt but he paused at what aprodite just said, he swallowed suddenly nervous but had to ask.

“Why? You jelous?”

Keith scowled “Lets just go,” Shiro gave him a look then followed “Come on we’re on a mission.”

Lance watched the two walk away his heart twisting. Keith didnt answer his question.

Ganeymede they use their powers keith summons dinasaurs lance dives underwater to save shiro (ganeymede drowns shiro as zues cant save him)

Ganeymede “Zues is gay!?”

Both Ganeymede Keith and shiro raised an eyebrow “Ih yeah, who wasn’t gay with the greek gods.” Lance felt as if his whole life was a lie.

“I feel like I should know this as a fellow gay,”

Keith oatted his head “Your a newbie gay it’ll take a while to figure out.”

Now the weird part “We uh, this is going to blow up in our faces isnt it.”

“What?”

“Posidion, Zues, Hades?” Dont they think they’ll be mad

Thunddr lighting

You had to say it

Hades! How can you just stand there do something about your son!

Hades: i dont really care?

What!?

First nico now keith ? I dont care!

[fyeahfantasticfour]

What did you mean by "Sue is already a rape survivor"? Did someone else tried to rape her in the past?

Sadly, there was no “tried” to rape her. The Psycho Man DID rape Sue. It happened way back in the 1980s during the infamous Malice arc in Byrne’s run and is one of the many reasons why I despise that story so intensely. Sue did not deserve anything that happens to her in that story. I am not exaggerating when I say that there are few stories in comics that I loathe more than this one.

So, for people who don’t know, in this story, which takes place in Fantastic Four v1 #280-284 (no, I don’t recommend reading it), Sue is turned against her will into Malice, a supervillain, by the Psycho Man. It all starts when she’s separated from the rest of the team and captured by the Psycho Man, who reaches into her soul without her consent (i.e., violates her soul the way a body would be violated during a physical rape) and inverts all of her emotions, thus creating the Malice persona. You have probably seen people who don’t really understand (or, I dunno, maybe they don’t care) that the Malice persona is Sue actively in the process of being raped posting panels of her in this costume to make fun of it:

But, really, costume choices aside, there is nothing funny about what’s going on here. For Sue, it was, I’m sure, the most traumatizing moment of her life, and that is saying something.

Further discussion of rape, coercion, and violence against women beneath the cut.

Malice, I should probably explain, is the inversion of all of Sue’s thoughts and feelings – so Sue’s deep love for Reed, for instance, is turned into Malice’s equally intense hatred of him, Sue’s desire to protect Johnny becomes Malice’s desire to harm him, Sue’s kindness becomes Malice’s cruelty, Sue’s knowledge that Johnny and Reed both respect her greatly becomes Malice’s conviction that they don’t, etc. The Psycho Man takes advantage of Malice’s hatred for Sue’s family and turns her loose on them, ordering her to kill them all: 

Sue nearly does, too. Remember that she, as Reed brings up in this same issue, is more powerful than the rest of the team put together. This is what she does to Reed when she finds him alone on the roof of Avengers Mansion:

And then when Johnny shows up, realizes what’s happening, and tries to snap Sue out of it by appealing to her love for him, he gets swatted aside like a fly by Malice and knocked unconscious:

Reed very reluctantly realizes what he has to do in order to snap her out of it: deliberately make Sue hate him so that Malice, the inversion, will love him, thus causing all of Sue’s emotions to return to normal. Every time Reed or Johnny were kind to Malice, Sue felt love, which caused Malice to feel hatred. The only way to snap her out of it, Reed realizes, is to make Sue hate him so that Malice will love him. You have probably seen panels of that too (I am…not posting them) – Reed intentionally says misogynistic things to Malice, specifically because he knows Sue dislikes being spoken to that way and thus it will make her angry, and also because he knows that his life, Johnny’s, Matt’s, and Franklin’s (who was just beneath them in Avengers Mansion) and Sue’s salvation all depend on making Sue “really hate” him:

And, yes, this is also when he slaps her. But I want to emphasize that Malice really had EVERY intention of murdering Sue’s entire family while she was under the Psycho Man’s control, and there is nothing Matt and Reed could have done to stop her if Reed had failed. Reed, Johnny, and Matt alone could not have taken Sue in a fight, and the city was burning, the Avengers away on a mission. There was no one to help them. I also…don’t know if I buy that even a full Avengers team could take Sue in a fight if she didn’t care at all about not killing them. If they need to breathe and/or blood to pump through their veins, she could kill them all in less than a minute. And I do mean that she could easily murder an entire Avengers team in less than sixty seconds – she’s neutralized two before. 616 is extremely lucky that Sue’s not evil, is all I’m saying, because there aren’t many people who could take her down. So Reed, Johnny, and Matt all certainly would have died. Johnny was already unconscious and out of the fight by the time Reed (very desperately) tried this final gambit, knowing the whole time that if he failed, they were all dead. 

So Reed was coerced into doing what he did – if someone puts a gun to your head and says, “Make your wife hate you or I will make HER kill you, your brother-in-law, your friend, and your son and also keep raping her until I’m through with her and then I’ll probably kill her too”…that is coercion, and that is what the Psycho Man did to Reed. This is why people who like to take the panel where Reed slaps Sue out of context and call him a misogynist over it make me mad. It’s unfair to say that. He was coerced. He didn’t have a choice. He did not slap her of his own free will. It was either that or do nothing, and just let Sue kill him and the rest of their family (including their 4yo son) and allow Sue to continue being raped until the Psycho Man decided he was done with her. He had no other choice. He did the only thing the story allowed him to do, and I blame Byrne for putting Reed in that position in the first place, not Reed for being in it. 

And, for the record, Reed’s plan does work:

Sue, once she’s free of the Psycho Man’s control, is angry and resentful because Reed, not understanding the full severity of what the Psycho Man did to her, decides that the Beyonder (a cosmic-level threat) takes priority over chasing down the Psycho Man. Which would have been a good call…if the Psycho Man hadn’t raped Sue. But he did. So when Reed asks her what’s going on, she tells him it’s because the Psycho Man raped her. She explicitly calls what the Psycho Man did to her – reaching into her soul without her consent – rape. She even compares it to bodily rape. Sue feels intensely violated, down to the depths of her soul. From Fantastic Four v1 #282: 

Reed believes Sue instantly, is completely supportive of her, and agrees that finding the Psycho Man of course is more important than the Beyonder (who literally was powerful enough to destroy the universe, by the way, but for Reed, his wife comes first – this is what I keep saying. Reed always chooses his family’s wellbeing over the greater good). And then the second half of the story turns into a standard rape-revenge story as she hunts down the Psycho Man to punish him for having raped her:

Which she does, once she catches up to him, by increasing his levels of negative emotions to an unbearable level:

Which we find out much later, in Fantastic Four Unlimited v1 #8, led to the collapse of his autonomic nervous system and left him a paraplegic, wholly dependent on life support to survive. 

After she’s succeeded in getting her revenge, she changes her name to the Invisible Woman because she feels that any youthful innocence she had left was ripped away from her by the Psycho Man when he raped her, and she is a woman now. No longer a girl. 

Yes, Sue changed her name to the Invisible Woman because she was raped, which sends the disturbing message that true womanhood is achieved only when women have passed through the gauntlet of male violence and thus achieved a hard-earned understanding of themselves. To put it bluntly, this story is tasteless and DEEPLY misogynistic. The whole story takes a disconcerting sort of glee in having men violently force women back into their “rightful” places, and fuck Byrne for writing this at all. 

This is also why writers should handle appearances by the Psycho Man and/or Malice tactfully, but few ever do. Most writers, to be fair, don’t seem to really see the story Byrne wrote for what it is. The number of people who think that Malice is the one who voices Sue’s real thoughts – when really in the actual story she’s the total inversion of everything the real Sue thinks and feels – is disconcerting. And most people don’t seem to get that Sue was raped and that’s why she reacts the way she does. Or that Malice is the living embodiment of Sue’s rape.

But, yes. Johnny and Sue are both rape survivors, for the record. Johnny was raped repeatedly over the course of several years. Johnny and Sue also both have been sexually assaulted repeatedly, as has Reed. (I can’t remember Ben ever having been, so. That’s one, at least.) Sharon Ventura, aka a former Ms. Marvel and current She-Thing, was abducted and gang-raped repeatedly over the course of several weeks. Medusa was also raped multiple times. A truly disturbingly high number of FF team members (mostly women) have been raped or sexually assaulted, and I would like it if Marvel stopped doing that, thanks.

[7livky]

Dionysus - Park Jimin

CHAPTER 9

Baby, it's okay if I get drunk I'll drink you in deep now Deep into my throat The whiskey that is you

Kiss me on the lips A secret just between the two of us Deeply poisoned by the jail of you I cannot worship anyone but you and I knew The grail was poisoned but I drank it anyway

- Blood, Sweat & Tears by BTS

Diona's POV

With a resting pulse of probably over a hundred beats per minute, I was now standing in front of my lecturer.

I felt beads of sweat forming on my forehead as she watched my huge work. I closed my eyes before I started cursing. "This is all your fault."

"Pardon?"

We exchanged glances so I started to laugh hysterically. "Ah, ha hahaha ha" ,I pulled my hair back, "I mean everything is my fault. I knew you wouldn't like it."

Jimin, I hate you.

Rolling her eyes, I could feel the sweat under my armpits.

„Ew." I quickly put my hand over my mouth. This time she sighed loudly as she examined Medusa's snake hair.

I never thought I'd be someone like this someday.

A 20-year-old woman who based on a few...

A few?

Okay... who based on dozens of videos, has mutated into a fifteen-year-old girl who would get down on her knees for these seven men just to fulfill their every wish. Only two days since I haven't seen them, and in those 48 hours I haven't tried to make my painting look perfect, no. I've tried to stop myself from falling in love with every single one of BTS. And not just because of their stunning looks.

BTS are the angels on this planet who would give everything for Armys happiness, Armys wishes and just.. for Armys lifes. And by everything, I really mean everything they have.

Also-

"So Mrs. Park. Good organization of the picture surface, striking arrangement and colorfulness of the figure with the snakes, correct lighting. But the painting technique and brushwork..."

Can someone bring me my whiskey?

"..could really be those of a true artist."

She then winked at me, took a sip of her bitter coffee and typed something on her computer. "Full score. Now get out of my way, there's a new Cutie on probation!" With her shoulder, she pushed me aside and left me in her room.

What the fuck did just happen?

"Four meters to the right and you're at your destination."

I turned on my heels to see who?

Right, the pain in the ass who had to find me of all people on this earth.

"Oh, there you are!"

I crossed my arms and couldn't believe him. "How did you find me? In this huge, mazy university."

"Not with an app that hacks your phone and tells me your location! I swear to God!" He shrugged his shoulders while scratching the back of his head. How could he still look cute in his thick, black leather jacket and hot body?

"Did you get your results yet?" He pulled me out of the room before I could see my finished work lying on the table for the last time.

" Yeah." I murmured.

He stopped, showing me his sad face. "Failed?"

Nodding my head, I threw myself into Jongsuk's arms. I rolled my eyes as I inhaled the female scent when he stroke my head.

"Fuck it, shorty. Next time, just draw me and my beauty will blind them. Who the hell is Medusa?" ,he spoke up to make me laugh.

"Thank you Jong-suck suck. But..." ,I looked up at him while still hugging him, "Should I hear one more time" ,my sweet voice changed in a second, "that you hacked my phone to haunt me, then I'll boil your little eggs and make scrambled eggs out of them."

Disgusted, he looked down at me. "Why must your punishments always be so nasty?"

"Perhaps my predecessor was a goddess who enjoyed nasty punishments?"

After my answer, he let go of me and walked with big steps to the elevators. He waited for me until I was inside too and pushed the button. "Don't give me that shit again" ,he replied ten years later.

"What do you mean?"

"With the Gods" ,he answered whereupon we sat in the lobby, full of comfy sofas.

"Remember how you laughed at me when I said I met Jungkook?" ,I teased him.

He looked away in annoyance, " Yeah well, I should have believed you. But wait a minute?"

I tried to take a few sips of my canned whiskey without getting caught.

"Doesn't that mean that the old rich pedophile kookie monster is actually Jungkook?!"

He stared at me while I nodded. "Now the thousand dollars finally makes sense. The richest guys in South Korea found my best friend. Great!"

I ignored his sarcasm by opening up my Twitter. My entire home page was filled with BTS. Does that surprise me? I don't think so.

Beep.

new message (1)

from kookie-monster95

I just had five hundred butterflies thrashing around in my stomach.

hi!

can you come over to our place tonight?

"What? Why are you grinning like an idiot?"

Of course I can come over and bite your dimples off...

"Diona."

And paint your muscular body on your own wall at home.

"Oh my God! Is that Park Jimin?!"

What did he say?

"WHERE?"

Now my phone was in his hand. "I see. So that's how it is. Tell me, are you getting disloyal?"

I tried to hit him, "Give me that! And to whom should I be disloyal?" ,I growled.

Beep.

I could hear it vibrating in his big hand.

Jongsuk raised his one brow, "He wants you for something else? This is going too far! I'm coming too!"

I punched him in the chest, "What did he send?!" His arms were too long to be stopped.

"He doesn't want you there for the picture" ,he declared angrily and suddenly typed something.

"Jongsuk please stop!" I screamed as everyone stared at me. "Please!" I fidgeted in desperation.

Beep.

"Hey Jongsuk." He immediately turned around to see one of those college sluts. I took the opportunity to run away with my life in my hands. I immediately read the previous message.

from kookie-monster95

but not just for the painting..

from diona7

for what then you rabbit?

"Oh my God Jongsuk I will kill you!"

new message (1)

from kookie-monster95

Well, don't you think you should apologize to Jimin?

Absolutely not!

Flashback

"And then I witnessed your fist hitting his beautiful face."

Or do I?

- And here I was again. At the entrance of a heavenly ancient mansion.

Can anyone finally rid me of this dream? No common sense would ever be able to handle seeing BTS in private, would it? Can someone finally tell me that this fact can never be reality?

How can I ever face it? I want to finish this painting as soon as possible and never have to come back here again.

After my self-talk, I decided to make a next appointment with my therapist and got out. I dragged my heavy bag to the gate, looking at my trembling hand. "I should have drunk more" ,I murmured as the door suddenly opened by itself.

Great, now I had to deal with ghosts, too.

"Hello?"

I came in and moved my stuff in. I closed the door and stood on the mosaic floor I had fallen in love with.

"It's me, Diona." I looked around, but no one was there. And this time it was totally different. Knowing that two or three members lived here didn't take my nervousness away at all.

Knowing that Park Jimin lived here..

I put my hand on my chest and tried to keep my heart from popping out.

But I wanted to see more. More than the unpainted wall and the entrance hall. When I headed into the direction Jungkook was heading that day, something unexpected happened there.

The whole appearance, the building, the architecture was no longer the same as in the entrance hall.

It was a secular building of the Renaissance and Baroque at the same time. A palace that served as a residence, as a noble residence for rich and privileged families. But there was always an echo of an ancient Roman villa, with mosaic floors, hermen pilasters and grotto work, which surrounded me like a spring sanctuary.

I nodded decisively the more characteristics I recognized.

A strong beam shone in my eyes that belonged to the sun. I took my eyes from the window and followed the light coming from above. My eyes widened.

"Wow..." ,I whispered after I saw the ceiling. A pastel ceiling painting by an unknown artist. Depicted of people, with the assumed form of angels, helping two wingless people floating on clouds. When I lowered my head, I saw Corinthian columns decorated with animal heads.

The endlessness of the heavens.

As the sun set, the countless golden decorations sparkled throughout the room and all the small crystal chandeliers turned on.

I looked around immediately. "Is anyone there?" My stomach cramped up. With big steps I walked on before I stood in front of a big staircase with a wide marble staircase.

I left the first hall to climb the shiny steps. My small steps were the only disturbance that could be recorded. It was soulfully calm.

No way.

A large gallery of mirrors in thousandfold shapes on huge mirror walls with reflecting parquet flooring and a beautiful crystal chandelier that increased the light of countless candles.

With my inner concern, I ran towards my mirror images. Looking at my wavy hair, which took on a golden colour under the crystal chandelier, my yellowish light-brown eyes found me from all sides as I turned in circles. A hall that consisted only of mirrors.

Before I would see any other face than mine, I crossed this hall as fast as I could. I put out my cell phone to write Jungkook, but without success. I had no network. No wonder it takes him an hour to open the front door when he has to go through so many halls.

A cold breeze brushed against my skin, so I stroked my arms. I noticed a stream that probably seized me from the following hall. Coldness, an increasing echo and another sequent hall in front of me. Without even looking behind me, I hurried to the other side and was ready to see something sensational-

and not a hand in front of my eyes.

"Shhhh.."

I lost the ground under my feet and felt the fear down to my last pore. I opened my mouth slightly, but I could not speak, because my throat was closed. Raising my hand I felt the other hand under my fingers.

"Kill me softly.."

And there it was again. That melodious voice that sounded like velvet and warmed me.

"Close my eyes with your caress."

Jimin's words enveloped me like soft singing, awakening the desire in me to open my eyes so that I could see him.

My ears sensed sound waves of music with a slinking tempo as if the melody was flowing through my body and even touching my heart. My sense of sight was full of brilliance and silver shimmer. Transparent warm timbres that gave me a natural serenity.

I felt a deep trepidation when his other hand lingered at my waist and slowly moved me forward. On soft knees, he slowly followed me as he dragged me to a place.

I could hear someone snapping their fingers to the music. The next moment I heard a snap from the other direction, too, which matched the timbre of the song perfectly.

He removed his warm hands so that I could perceive everything again with my eyes and not just my hearing.

Flashback

But the most beautiful thing on his face was his cat-shaped eyes. They reminded me of the eyes of a predatory cat. To be more precise, he had the same of a desert lynx, as he had very dark and dense lower lashes, just like a eyeliner.

"Welcome, Diona. I am Taehyung." He winked at me with his broad smile as his hand floated in front of me.

"Pleased to meet you." I shook his hand, with which he later brushed through his turquoise hair. Then he sat down on the sofa to my left.

"So a rabbit then?"

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I turned to look to my right to see Jungkook lying on a beige sofa with his left leg resting on the backrest. With his legs spread, he pierced me with his eyes.

"That wasn't me, that was my friend Jongsuk. I'm sorry."

A door was shut behind me, which made me start up. I lowered my head to the side and stopped at my shoulder. I could already see him from the corner of my eye. With his back against the door, he watched me all the time.

"Isn't there something else you should be apologizing for?"

Every time he spoke, my nerves were strained to breaking point and I hated it. I turned on my heels and watched Jimin biting his lip. I counted every second his bite lingered on his lower lip and forgot everything I had learned. I gazed down at his crossed arms.

"Huh?" he almost complained.

Just another moment and I already sensed his dark aura around my own, over which he had seized power.

"Sorry that I hit you."

He lifted my chin so I could look him in the eyes. "I'll only forgive you," he licked his lips, "if you bear us company tonight."

He took his eyes away from me and looked at the boys behind me. I then heard a glass being filled with liquid.

"I'm just here to paint. Not to entertain you."

His smile didn't disappear, no. Instead, he smiled even stronger. "Oh.. But you already have been entertaining us since you came into this room, my beautiful."

My teeth clenched. I saw red with rage while he watched me amused.

"He's tipsy, don't listen to him" ,Jungkook spoke from the side, drinking his wine before sitting up.

Before anyone could say anything else, I left the room. "My beautiful" ,I imitated him as I stomped through the dark passage. "You can stick it right up your a-"

I heard a loud grunt.

"You'll regret this" ,Jungkook laughed as he passed me when I gave him my look of death to the back of his head. "Otherwise he'll drown you in booze."

I observed his trained back, which you could see through his white shirt but immediately turned around when he stopped to look at me. "I'm sorry if I come off bad too, but I've been drinking too. But actually.." He smiled shyly. „Actually I'm the cutest guy in the whole group, you know."

A soft clucking escaped me. "How is an international playboy supposed to be cute?"

He stared at me in shock when we arrived at the mirrors. "You... Where from? How-"

I rolled my eyes, "Yes Jungkook, everything you say is recorded and saved by millions of Armys as an insider. Good morning."

He just scratched the back of his head and ran down the stairs with me. I almost took a wrong turn, but he helped me right away. When we arrived at my place, I picked up my bag to get ready.

"I hope I don't faint again and can't start the painting a second time."

When nothing came up, I turned around as he looked like he'd been caught for a crime. "Ehh... ehehe" ,he half coughed, "scream out my name if you need me." He bowed respectfully before he disappeared from my sight.

"But how are you supposed to hear me!" I screamed after, but yeah.. Nevermind. I sighed in frustration before opening the lids of the acrylic paints. I put on my cape and pulled on the strings that I wrapped around my waist.

That song that just came out of my mouth as I hummed the melody, automatically thinking of his voice.

"Ugh" ,I hissed.

Why wasn't he the same in real life as he was in the videos? So sweet, loving and caring to everyone. Why wasn't he like in my dreams? The most beautiful angel I've ever been allowed to touch?

I digged out my finished sketch out of my sheets and held it in my other hand. Then I approached the wall to finally start with the base. Before dabbing my wide brush into the white paint, I waited. As always whenever the paint was about to touch a surface. Because after that there was no turning back. This kind of paint dried in seconds.

11:17 p.m.

That was my eighth yawn in a short minute, from when I knew I should stop. I put everything on the floor, which I had covered with old newspaper sheets to check the time on my phone.

"Three hours?!"

I shook my head in anger. "These assholes haven't asked once in three hours how far I've come or if I need anything?"

Crybaby.

"Shut the fuck up!" ,I screamed.

My senses suddenly picked up something unexpected. His scented essence. I froze at the sight.

"Yooou.. talk to yourself, tooooo?"

Have I lost my mind? Are my eyes no longer functioning properly?

Or did Jimin have silver streaks in his hair three hours before too?

"Wow!" He ignored me to stare at the wall. "Your hands can work wonders."

"Uh, thanks?"

His giggle sounded like a squeal. Just like I knew him from the videos.

"I should go now. This all has to dry by tomorrow, I can't put anything else on before then." I bent down to wrap everything up while he watched me silently as my nerves fluttered with fear.

"You can't just leave me like this. Not unless I tell you to" ,he said from up there.

Not this shit again...

"Let me guess. Because you're the one and only Dionysus?"

Even before I said that sentence, I already regretted it.

His veins popped out. Fuck.

He quickly pulled me up by my arm before a cold wall touched my back. He raised his hand, licked his thumb and put it against my cheek before he grazed a spot. After that, he showed me his thumb, which was tinted white. My cheeks heated up. God, how embarrassing. I didn't realize my face looked like a clown the whole time.

"You.. will come upstairs with me now and taste my unique wine. Understand?"

Nod. Just a nod that I could give him.

"Thank you, beautiful."

And for the first time, he locked his hand with mine.

Music is the wine,

which inspires new generative processes,

and I am Dionysus,

who presses out his glorious wine for mankind

and makes them spiritually drunk.

- Dionysus