#lot of eros

[the-witchy-housewife]

💜 From The Beginner's Guide to Divination on TheWitchyHousewife.com 💜

[blended-ice]

What if they made it a pair skate?

[furious-blueberry0]

"Oh but the Jedi were so cold and detached and they even condemned love, they were so cruel"

The Jedis were the literal definition of Agape love, but I guess that for you people the only type of love that exists and is valid is the one that leads you to fucking

[lovesickeros]

☆ you sow; & thus you shall reap what you are owed

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, violence {☆} word count 0.8k

You are dying.

Gold melts into the dirt, bleeds into the very earth that you'd molded by your own hands – a familiarity you do not understand the source of – you know it to be true, yet you do not remember it as Teyvat does. It weeps, in turn, for the way you bleed upon it, the way your lungs strain for breath.

It is fury and sorrow and fear and hatred so raw that your mind buckles.

You will die.

"A dying godling and its judge, it's jury – it's executioners," The voice is hollow and cold, sweeps across your broken body like the first chill of winter, "Archons who saw themselves Gods, now brought to heel by their own hubris."

A cold hand upon your cheek, the brush of a thumb across your lip, the gentle caress of cold across your skin. You know her – you don't remember, you shouldn't recognize her but you do – and she knows you. The cold beckons and you follow, let her kindness settle in the hollow space of your chest. You want to speak, to cry and scream and rage, let the world burn around you in a fit of flames so hot even she cannot contain it – but she silences you, quiets the anger seeping into your blood, quiets Teyvat itself.

"Do not speak, little godling. Guide my hand," She is cold; her hands are not gentle, yet it is bliss compared to the callous, cruel hands that have shattered you. She is cruel and cold and brutal but she is love in the way she kisses the crown of your head. She is love in the way she is the bulwark between you and the world that has scorned you – she is fury in the way she brings them to their knees. "And I shall enact judgement most divine."

They will pray for forgiveness, and they shall find themselves wanting.

"It wasn't our fault!" They cry, but you cannot recognize the voice – it breaks and cracks like glass. "They were too human. How were we meant to know? We– we thought they were.."

Silence.

You watch your judge – the executioner, the blade that shall carve their sins into the very marrow of Teyvat, stand above you like death. As cold as winter and just as brutal. Your temple has been painted in the gold of your divine blood, and she shall complete the masterpiece with their own. The Archons shall become the grandest art in the world – this temple the canvas, their blood the paint and their bodies the palette. The cold that cuts sinew cradles you – it sings to you, whispers sweetly in your ear and carves bone from body in the same breath. The cold presses it's lips to your wrist and it cradles a heart within it's palm – judges them and finds them guilty.

It is her spear that rests between their ribs, her sword that dissects and her dagger that carves – the cold devours.

In the breadth of this divine sanctuary, the Archons dwindle. They become the pieces of a divine work of art, they bleed and bend and break upon her hands. She shakes the heavens and carves mortality into the bones of the divine – your word is Law, and you weave their deaths into the roots of Teyvat itself.

They shall know of their grand folly in every moment henceforth and longer still and they shall weep.

And as the curtain falls, as the world crumbles beneath fist and blade, she cradles your face between hands too cold – as gentle as a shard of ice between your ribs, as brutal as the kiss of gentle snowfall. The world buckles at the loss of six, but she alone does not allow it to break – you will have to mend the wounds of the world when you are well, but today you weep and Teyvat weeps with you.

And alone, the cold remains.

Stone has eroded, the wind has ceased, the flames have been extinguished, the storm has been silenced, the forests have gone quiet and the seas go still.

But the cold remains, bathed in gold.

It wraps you in thick furs, cradles you against the winter storm that brews beneath a veneer of composure. It brings you home – lets the world settle into a stillness and silence that inspires only dread and still she presses a kiss to your brow.

It is cold, but there has never been something so warm.

Where hands have broken you, she drapes you in furs, wipes away the thick gold that clings to your skin. She pieces you back together where you have been shattered, reshapes you where you have been bent – makes of you something new. Not a god and not a mortal but something wedged between them.

But you are yourself.

And you are where you belong.

They shall put you back together and you shall know only the worship worthy of the divine. They shall carve this world into your image, tear out and burn away the rot that festers.

All you need to do is say the word and they shall be your tools to make this world your own.

One word and those who wronged you shall burn, too.

Just one word. That's all it takes, and they shall take away your pain.

[littlesparklight]

Talking of effeminacy, there's something interesting(?) going on with vase art of Eros in the Greek South Italian mid-late 300's - especially Apulian art.

The most elaborate version of Apulian art has basically everyone decorated to the nines in a very delightful style, but there is still a difference between how women and men are portrayed.

An illustrative example of what I mean:

Artemis, Apollo, Athena, Eros, Aphrodite and Zeus.

Even Apollo is more similar here to Zeus in his portrayal than Eros is. Eros isn't just decked out in (the same) jewellery like the women, but has his hair up in a very female style (with some sort of cap, too?)

Eros and the woman here have the same hairstyle and basically the same sort and amount of jewellery. This hairstyle is again, certainly nothing you'll see on male figures otherwise (not even Apollo, I think, even if he otherwise shares the ribbon-like hair-knot style with Aphrodite).

In earlier Attic/west Greek vase art, Eros' body is sometimes highlighted in white, like women's figures, and I have actually managed to spot at least two arts where he has the high knot/bun hair style even at this point in time/place. I'm just unsure if that implies something for the art/Eros this early, since aside from the exuberantly effeminate Eros in South Italian vase art, texts at no point(?) seem to bear out any effeminate idea of Eros otherwise.

It's just curious, to me. And very charming, this effeminate Eros is utterly delightful.

[atesomerocks]

favourite homoerotic sexually charged katsudon performance

[apuff]

thinking about love in danger days

this is part of my conspiracy theory that that album is aroallo, but i've always gotten the sense that romance and romantic attatchment is much less important to danger days than any other mcr record. with bullets&revenge it's quite obvious as the demolition lovers take up like, everything, and the black parade has a heavy focus on a romantic relationship as well. 

while i do think there are lines in it that are romantically coded, there is a definitive lack of emphasis on it- like it's nowhere in the plot at all. 

i do think danger days represents a very familial type of love though. while other albums visit a sense of "i want you, i need you, i miss you, i hate you,", this is more like…"i love you, i want to protect you, i'm sorry"

i find this especially strongly in s/c/a/r/e/c/r/o/w:

"Nevermind about the shape i'm in, I'll keep you safe tonight"

"love, love, love won't stop this bomb"

"run, run, bunny, run"

and other songs: 

"i'll find you when the sun goes black"

"just save yourself and i'll hold them back tonight"

"how long until we find our way in the dark and out of harm"

relevant things i can't cover with just quotes are planetary go, oft-theorized to be about party poison and kobra kid, as brothers, leaving battery city together; sing, about the killjoys' last message to the girl while saving her; goodnite dr. death, phrased as him saying goodnight to children; and summertime, which i can't discern the meaning of but seems more like a family type of love. 

i think it makes sense that danger days is like this, seeing as it features main characters that take care of a child main character as opposed to main characters that love other main characters of the same age/ability. 

another thing i noticed while re-listening to the more sentimental songs for this essay is that there's just a distinctly different vibe to it. So much of it is focused around wanting to protect people, keep them safe and out of danger (<- ha that's the name of the album) and loved. i think this also makes sense, because the killjoys live a very, well, dangerous life without much security, and they'd want to provide what they lack the most. another semi-related thing i noticed is just how much of an emphasis there is on childhood in this album. i feel like there's a vibe of youth or teen-hood throughout the earlier ones, but this is just VERY strongly about kids. again this makes sense cause not only are the killjoys teenagers (a type of kid!) they also have a proper little kid to watch. 

also, i wonder how much of this stuff was due to gerard becoming a parent. just something to think about 

[boyfriendyke]

there r a lot of things about the myth of psyche and eros that makes me a little insane but one of them has always been the tasks from aphrodite and the unfairness of it. they're not intended to be possible. they're so obviously not meant to be possible, and psyche isn't fucking hercules, you know, she's not a demigod or whatever, she's mortal and these aren't mortal tasks!! it's why psyche has to be helped with each one, fucking by like ants and river gods and shit. and so like. idk. i know ppl see psyche and eros as like a story about love and shit which obviously it is but as a kid psyche and eros always felt like a story about being able to accept help

[hamburger-helper-official]

Did you guys see these new npcs that supergiant added 🤯🤯

[dark-elf-writes]

All of Percy’s camp and college friends coming to see his shows (because he looks hot as a mermaid) but also to cause chaos bc Percy is affectionate

(Some people do come genuinely to support him but some just think it’s funny)

It’s doubly funny for those whose godly parents are there trying to flirt with Percy. Chris, Connor, and Travis have an understanding with the Apollo cabin (among other tbh) where at least one of them (or if no one else is available Nico) is at every show to head off their dads.

Apollo and Hermes are seething as every show without fail Percy walks right past them to hang off of one of their kids.

[fnafs-ex-boyfriend]

So I have one of those challenges, as an aro man who loves his friends. Writers: Name a male friendship between your ocs that has NO romance attatched to it. No female characters, no romancey stuff. Go.

Tagging friends for fun @quincyzov @ace-robot-has-matcha @literalcyborg

[mutual-obsession]

I am not who I was yesterday.

We're fluctuating beings, my love. Constantly changing and reshaping. Stagnation does not exist. Only up or down. Two steps forward. One step back. As they say.

The past is the past. Of course, it loves to try and reprise it's role every now and then. Trying to throw us off our stage in the process. It loves to be in the light. but it's not that good of an actor. You just have to spot the differɘnce.

We're ever changing. And I want to change with you. If you trip up, I'll be there for you if I can. And if you do the same for me, I'd appreciate it.

I have a tendency to not care for others pasts. Not because I don't care. And that doesn't mean I'm not curious. You just weren't the you then that you are now. You can be similar, sure. But you're not the same.

You as a child were not the same as you as a teen. 20yr. old you was not the same as the age you are now. You are not the same person you were a year ago. A month ago. A second ago.

I'm not perfect. I'll make thousands upon thousands of mistakes. I know my brain is fucked up. That it thinks and processes differently. And that it will always be fucked to a degree. But it will be, Everchanging.

We're not the same. We're not who we used to be. So let's stop being so harsh on ourselves. The past deserves a break. And our future selves deserve to breathe. And when I say, "I love you." I say it to the person I see presently. Which ever part that is.

Now. May I walk with you?

[libraryleopard]

in the mood to read some greek & roman myth retellings but there’s also so so so many of them these days. are there any that really stand out from the crowd, i’m taking recs

[demeterdefence]

something that really irks me abt this chapter (besides everything lmao) is how hades is suddenly expressing his feelings with poseidon and having this random heart to heart when canonically hades shows nothing but disdain and annoyance towards his family

for all that he goes on and on about how lonely he is and how much he resents being "stuck" in the underworld, hades shows nothing but contempt towards his family at every possible moment. the only semi-positive interactions hades has with poseidon specifically are 1) when he tells persephone that the two brothers could commiserate on being consumed by kronos / how overwhelming it was to be released into a bright world, 2) when he ties poseidon's tie right before persephone's trial (and that has a big asterisk next to it because the whole time he's snipping at apollo and zeus) and 3) after zeus sends out the press release against demeter and persephone, and hades and poseidon are both aggrieved at zeus acting alone (and again, big asterisk next to that because the majority of hades' interactions are annoyance / rage at persephone being "maligned")

like over and over, hades goes out of his way to AVOID his family, so for him to suddenly be sitting in his car sharing his feelings with poseidon? he barely has a RELATIONSHIP with poseidon. his brother's have gone out of their way to show hades love over and over, and hades has never reciprocated. it feels like a cheap way to reinforce some kind of "family bonding" theme, since we see demeter and persephone having their heart to heart; canonically speaking, the only people hades has ever "confided" in are hera, persephone, and hecate - and arguably speaking, two of those are people hades' trauma dumps on. like what is the point.

[m4yday-m4yday]

every time a cis person gets asked their pronouns and gives a very vague answer like "the ones in the english language" or like "cmon do i really need to answer that" or smth i just think thats like. the queerest shit. like that's the most genderqueer shit ive ever heard. like honey, that's the opposite of what you're going for just give the "nice" conservative man your pronouns so he'll leave you alone. or you know.. go off genderqueer icon.

[lavender-teardroplettes]

Hehe fun lil things after finishing the demo! Off to go doodle Si with the brothers now! uwu ✨