#lyre watches horror movies

[psychosomaticdeicide]

Did not expect “Piss your pants.” to be a line from Wes Craven’s 1971 film Last House on the Left.

[carriedawatermelon]

Ronance kinktober ficlet, the second. Used a random kink generator and couldn’t not do role play for the DND show, so here’s some college Ronance, in which Nancy finds that Robin’s DND swagger really fucking does it for her. As always, soft filth only for these two.

Thanks for being so kind about the last one, y’all. I’m having fun with these and it makes me happy that maybe you are, too.

Prompt: Role Play/AU

She’s supposed to be reading. She has an essay due in a week and a half that’s worth a third of her grade, and she needs to finish her outline by Tuesday, which means she needs to finish The Bluest Eye this weekend. It’s not long, and it’s not tedious, and Nancy actually gives a shit about this paper and this professor. 

She’s supposed to be reading. 

She’s not reading. 

She’s not reading because she is, somehow, at the age of 22 and years out of her parents’ house, back in their basement watching her little brother and his friends play Dungeons & Dragons. More accurately, actually, she’s watching Robin and her little brother and his friends play Dungeons & Dragons. 

That, of course, is the problem. Because Nancy is in love with Robin, and she knows this about herself, the same way she knows that Robin can turn anything into something Nancy cares about. Scallop farming? Sure, yep. The minutiae of the latest debate on the translation of a passage of The Iliad? Absolutely. The evolution of lighting in horror movies? Fascinating. Never mind that Nancy doesn’t watch horror or keep up with Homer or that scallops make her throat swell.

It’s the Robin effect, and Nancy’s three years into it with no intention of stopping. Almost four years if you count the denial and pining, which Nancy doesn’t for the sake of anniversaries but does, mostly, for considering how long Robin has had Nancy’s heart and brain and everything else, really.

Nancy should’ve known better, is the point. Nancy should’ve known better than to come down here with her book like she could be in the same room as Robin doing something that required her to talk and think and interact with other people and not immediately become distracted. This isn’t the two of them on Robin’s couch working together. (Not that that doesn’t sometimes end with Nancy getting distracted.) This is Nancy trying to work while Robin impresses a table of disgruntled teenage boys and makes Eddie laugh and plots to defeat some kind of tentacled monster with a scheme involving a slingshot (Lucas is thrilled) and a lyre.

This is Robin the Bard, apparently, and Nancy is deeply, embarrassingly, into it. 

Robin’s spot at the table means Nancy can see the profile of her face perfectly, but that Robin can’t really see her unless she turns at an awkward angle. She does a few times, just to smile at Nancy or, once, to wink like a massive nerd, and god help her, that did it for Nancy, too, her stomach flipping as she pretended to go back to reading for about ten seconds. It’s impossible, though, Nancy’s eyes always finding their way back to the table, back to Robin. 

She just got a haircut, the shag now above her ears, and she keeps running her hand through it like she can’t quite believe there’s not more. It looks good, looks amazing, which is exactly what Nancy told her before using it to guide Robin’s head between her legs before she could even make it past the entryway to Nancy’s place. The hair’s not helping things, anyway. Nor is the way she sits, legs spread as she strategizes intensely, her knee and part of her thigh exposed by her ripped black jeans. Nancy can’t look away, not that it would help if she did, because she’d be left with Robin’s voice and laugh and then she’d look again, and, well, it’s a vicious cycle, really. 

Nancy knows Robin plays at school sometimes; the queer art kids have a running game she dips into on occasion, but Nancy’s never seen it before. She knows now she’ll have to go, because she wants to see this again. Robin’s invested, her cadence shifted to match her character. She talks and jokes and helps plan but she does this thing where she makes space for the others when it seems like someone has been quiet for too long. 

She does it for Will, especially, leaves these intentional gaps for him to fill with suggestions or thoughts, makes sure he doesn’t sink into the background. Eddie’s good at that, too, but he’s so much, almost all of the time, a force, and Robin isn’t anything less but her energy feels less like a hurdle to clear and more like a lift, like cupped hands at the start of a climb. It floods Nancy with fondness and with admiration and with the desire to do things she absolutely cannot do right now. 

They break, eventually, Nancy having made about three paragraphs’ worth of progress, and Robin comes to kiss her quickly, both of them flipping off Mike as he makes a disgusted noise, before running to the bathroom and the snack supply upstairs with the rest of the boys. She turns to her book, desperate, but the cushion next to hers sinks and a tattooed arm reaches across her shoulder. Nancy sighs and slots her bookmark into place.

Eddie’s grin is shit-eating in the extreme when she turns to him, and she knows she’s caught but she still has some dignity, at least when it comes to people who aren’t Robin, so she raises her eyebrow expectantly and asks, “Can I help you?”

“I think you’re the one that needs some help, Wheeler.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His eyes flash, delighted. “Oh, you definitely do. You’ve turned exactly one page in the last hour. And you smile every time Robin says anything. It’s disgusting. It’s amazing. I’m obsessed.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be paying attention to the game?” She manages to sound bored and fights the urge to tuck her hair, a tell he’ll sink his teeth into. 

He waves her off. “I’m paying plenty of attention to the game. Everyone’s having a great time. Which you know, because you’ve been drooling over the party bard’s every fuckin’ word. Got a thing for musicians, Wheeler? Thinking about playing her lyre?”

“Classy,” she says, and he looks like she’s given him a present. “Oh, shut up.”

He cackles, removing his hand from around her to clap loudly. “Oh, I definitely won’t. I’m gonna get her to make you play next time.”

The her in question nearly stumbles from the top of the stairs, grabbing the railing with one hand as she tries to balance a plate of cookies and a can of Coke, a bag of chips dangling from her mouth. It’s a disaster waiting to happen, but before Nancy can intervene, Lucas has plucked the soda from the crook of her arm. Whatever she says, or tries to say, through the cargo in her mouth makes him laugh. 

Eddie pokes her bicep. “Incredible.”

“This is nothing new.” She tries changing tack, bored tone still in place. It’s not new. He knows her. He knows them. 

“No,” he concedes, leaning closer to keep their conversation from drifting. “But I’ve never gotten to see it like this. Does she know she has super powers? Turning the Nancy Wheeler into mush?”

“She doesn’t,” Nancy says, fondness taking over. “Even though I’ve told her.” 

“Disgusting,” he repeats, fondness in his own voice. “Try not to fall out when your girl kills the big bad.” 

And then he’s up and headed back to the table, hands clapping and rubbing together eagerly. “And we’re back.”

Nancy’s girl does kill the big bad. Her plan works, and the boys cheer, each standing to receive some applause for their role in the fight. Eddie bows in concession and then suddenly, they’re cleaning up, and Nancy doesn’t even know how long she’s been sitting there, but she hadn’t even bothered to open the book back up for the last part of the session. 

Robin makes her way over, grinning big, and falls down against the opposite arm of the sofa, her feet tangling with Nancy's where they’re tucked up beside her. Sighing, she throws an arm over her head and says wearily, “Hard work defeating an ancient eldritch being. I might need a nap.”

“Very impressive.” It’s affectionate and teasing and Nancy’s grip on Robin’s ankle is equally soft, thumb pressing in just slightly. “I especially liked the part where you danced at him.”

“Were you watching?!” She’s propped up now, blue eyes big and attentive.

“I might have been.” 

“She was!” Eddie calls, like an asshole, and Nancy feels her cheeks go red.

“It was gross. She smiled, like, the whole time.” Mike’s got his patented scowl on, but it’s the mostly kidding version. “Weren’t you supposed to be reading?” He rolls his eyes at her as he moves toward the stairs. 

“You’re just jealous that your sister bags hotter girls than you. Maybe if you smiled every once in a while you’d get a date.” Dustin calls before looking guiltily at the couch, eyes moving between Nancy and Robin. “Sorry?”

“You’re just telling the truth,” Nancy says, and Mike’s scowl deepens while the others laugh, loud footsteps carrying them upstairs. 

“Ladies,” Eddie says, hefting his backpack onto his shoulder. “Have a lovely evening.”

“Don’t be a pervert,” Nancy says, at the same time Robin says, “Thanks.”

He laughs loudly and tips an imaginary hat before he leaves. 

Robin’s biting her lip now, obviously delighted, and Nancy rolls her eyes even as she crawls across the sofa and braces herself against the arm, looking down at Robin’s smile. 

“Might have been watching, huh?”

“A little.”

“A little,” Robin repeats, looking smug, which Nancy finds unbearably attractive. 

“You’re very cute,” she says, lifting a hand to tuck some of Robin’s hair behind her ear and trace over her nose. “My bard.”

Nancy sighs into the kiss, Robin’s hand splaying wide over the small of her back while the other wraps around her forearm. 

“Adding ‘DND does it for Nancy Wheeler’ to my list of ‘Things I Never Would Have Guessed.’”

“More like Robin Buckley does it for Nancy Wheeler.”

“Also on the list,” Robin says proudly, scratching lightly at Nancy’s back in affection. 

“Are you interested in further evidence?” The question comes with a kiss to Robin’s jaw, and Nancy can feel her nod her head, the dork. 

“Always. Um, super important actually, because what if it’s on the list and not true, you know? Like, it needs to be accurate, and-“

Nancy kisses her jaw again, takes her earlobe into her mouth and sucks gently, and Robin’s hips buck just the way she knew they would, which makes it no less rewarding. Her hands move to clutch at Nancy’s hips, a whimper escaping as Nancy kisses and licks at her throat. 

“Fuck,” she breathes out, and Nancy smiles, nips gently at the skin above the collar of her t-shirt before slipping a hand underneath it. 

“Yeah, baby? Feel good?”

“Yes.” She arches into the teasing route Nancy’s taking with her fingers. “So good.”

“Good,” Nancy murmurs, palming her over her sports bra before pushing it up, rocking her hips forward at the feeling of Robin’s nipple pebbled in her hand, again at the noise she makes when Nancy takes it between her fingers. 

“Nancy,” Robin gasps, and that’s all Nancy can take, her self-control worn to nothing after god knows how long sitting and watching her girlfriend in this fucking basement. She tugs roughly, the way that makes Robin lose it, and then pulls away, breath heavy as she sits back on Robin’s legs. 

“Sit up,” she says with force, and Robin does, immediately, going exactly where Nancy puts her, which is against the back of the sofa, without any kind of fight. 

When Nancy settles, straddling her lap, she takes Robin’s hands and puts them just under her shirt, pressing until Robin gets the hint: stay. She does, fingers flexing hot against her skin as Nancy works her way back under her shirt and bra, pulling and grasping at her eagerly, tongue licking at the back of Robin’s teeth. 

When she shoves her shirt up, bending to take a nipple into her mouth and suck, one of Robin’s hands flies to the back of her head as she cries out. Nancy pulls away for long enough to kiss her, whisper, “Shh, baby. Be quiet so I can make you come, okay?” 

Robin nods, almost pained, biting her lip, and Nancy’s chest burns, hot with want and affection. “So good for me.” She knows what she’s doing, knows she’s made it that much harder for Robin to stay quiet with those words. She doesn’t care, loves the way Robin shakes with want, the little noise that escapes as Nancy lets her smile be sharp. 

Her own hips roll when she takes Robin’s nipple back into her mouth, teeth grazing lightly, and Robin bucks into her. She sucks a mark into the soft skin under her collarbone, fills herself on greedy, inelegant touches across her tits and stomach, her mouth and hands roaming and taking, lingering where Robin makes a pretty noise in the back of her throat or grips hard at Nancy’s waist. 

“Nancy, Nancy, Nancy,” she chants eventually, desperately. “Please. Please.”

Nancy pushes herself back, stares at Robin. Her head’s thrown back, chest heaving, and when she whines and meets Nancy’s eyes, her pupils are blown, dark pools in blue. Nancy wants to take her, wants to keep her, and she slides to her knees easily, settling between Robin’s spread legs and moving immediately to undo her button and fly, pressing kisses to the skin of her belly. 

Robin’s hips lift to assist as Nancy pulls her jeans down her thighs, past her knees and off of one foot with a kiss to her ankle because she hates feeling trapped. A hand plants itself in her hair, barely tugging, and Nancy smirks and kisses her calf, her knee, the insides of her thighs. 

“Nancy, please.”

She mouths over navy briefs, moans at the sharp sting of Robin’s desperate encouragement and the smell of her through the cotton. The briefs come down quickly, and Robin’s legs spread that much wider, and Nancy looks at her, at the sharp line of her jaw where her head’s tilted back, the red mark blooming on her chest, still visible where her shirt’s caught in her sports bra, a tangled mess made of want. Robin’s hand smooths through her hair, and then Nancy’s placing a kiss below her belly button, over the dark hair that covers her, to the crease of her thigh.

A whine escapes Robin, a plea, but Nancy’s already answering, licking into her and moaning at the taste, tongue dipping into wet heat and then coming up to lap at her clit. Robin tugs her t-shirt into her mouth, biting it to keep quiet, and Nancy brings two fingers up and presses into her, her own hips moving at the feeling of Robin tight around her. 

Fingers tighten in her hair, Robin’s hips rolling to meet her thrusts, and Nancy can’t help but slide the fingers of her free hand into her own jeans. It’s too tight, and she’s uncoordinated, but it’s enough for the moment, a temporary relief as she works at Robin, adding a third finger and flattening her tongue to let Robin rut the way she wants to. 

It doesn’t take long, blue eyes looking purposefully down at her as Nancy makes a show of sucking at Robin’s clit, and then Robin’s arching, eyes slamming shut, clenching around Nancy’s fingers. When the shaking stops, her hand tugging Nancy away, she goes reluctantly, pulling her own hand from her jeans as she stands. 

Robin’s breathing hard, pulling her shirt from her mouth and tugging Nancy into her lap, shoving her shirt up and the cups of Nancy’s bra down so that she can get a nipple in her mouth. Nancy undoes her pants, Robin’s hands busy on her ass and tits, and pushes them down with her underwear. Before she can even reach for her, Robin’s got two fingers curling into her perfectly, mouth still sucking eagerly. Her other hand rocks Nancy’s hip in suggestion, and Nancy takes it gratefully, too gone to start on her own. 

She rides Robin’s fingers slowly at first and then faster, hand holding her to her chest. “More,” she says, close to begging, and Robin gives her more, a third finger slipping in with ease as Nancy slides a hand down to circle her clit. It’s quick after that, Robin moving with purpose, and Nancy falls apart above her, hand moving to brace on her shoulder. 

Robin wraps her arms around her waist, pulls her close and kisses at her neck and jaw. “God, I love you,” she says into the air by her ear, making her shiver, and Nancy melts against her further. “So fucking hot. Jesus, Nance.”

“Evidence,” Nancy says, and Robin laughs, pulling them both back against the sofa. Nancy is inordinately glad she’d spread a blanket earlier, is absolutely going to have to sneak it in with her wash. 

“To be clear, is this evidence for the Robin pile or the DND pile?” Nancy swats at her shoulder. “I’m not above getting tights and pointy ears, Nance, honest to god, and how hard can a lyre actually be, like, I have my guitar, right, so-“

Nancy kisses her into silence.

“Maybe the ears,” she murmurs into the space between them a few minutes later, and basks in Robin’s laugh. 

[theic-manic]

Hellenic polytheism tip: ask Hermes to guide your shopping

Hermes will help you purchase things either for now or later.

Before I devoted myself to Apollo and was still casually worshipping him, I found a shirt at a thrift store that I wouldn't normally buy or wear anywhere but I felt drawn to it.

So I started wearing it initially to attract wealth and abundance, wearing it on warm sunny weekends and this was right before last year's solar eclipse in the northern hemisphere.

(Synchronicity penny just dropped: last weekend I watched a horror movie featuring a Solar Eclipse & Apollo showed me an online shopping page... I'll link below.)

Anyway once I established myself as Apollo's devotee rather than worshipper, I started wearing this shirt on Sundays as a devotional act for him.

The shirt:

(I'm tired so please excuse my face)

Last year while thrift shopping I found some cute cherub tea light candle holders, which isn't something I typically get either.

This was during a period where Hermes was being his trickster self & larping as Hekate (the spider in my towel head wrap is such an obvious sign looking back) but I was like "odd, this doesn't feel like hekate" so I packed then away.

Recently, while reorganising my bedroom I took them out and had a closer look.

There's a Lyre on each candle holder.

I asked Apollo if he'd like them on his altar.

Yes.

Another time, while shopping with Hermes I asked Ares if he liked a bag Hermes helped me pick out.

Ares complimented it so then immediately Hermes found me a "War Collection" box for my Ares altar ☺️

So let Hermes guide your shopping (set a boundary that he doesn't send you broke because one weekend he kept showing me a bunch of antiques and I'm like MATE I AM NOT RICH... yet)

E.g. when Hermes had me spend my annual leave buying a bunch of LEDs and a damn Asus Rog Ally hand-held PC for his altar as a thank-you for him gifting me with a year's worth of free coffee + $10k AUD

Hermes altar, the hand-held gaming PC he had me dedicate to him and the smol llama plush that now lives on said altar... (I still think it needs a name other than "Lola")

The second-hand coral pink Nintendo Switch that Hermes and Apollo had me go and buy my disabled housemate to make their medical appointments easier after the aforementioned winnings + Hermes helping me make $500 profit after calling my phone company out on predatory sales tactics and threatening to drag them to the telecommunications ombudsman.

I included a case I no longer use and some games I no longer play, as well as an LED charging cable.

Hermes finding me a Hermes-coded bag and a war box for Ares

Apollo being real subtle showing me eclipse mints next to a certain book title after watching a horror movie about a solar eclipse

Warning:

Hermes is also the God of thievery (I was extremely good at shoplifting during my youth that I once stole a 2L bottle of bourbon while wearing nothing but a bikini and a sarong) and he did once make a shopkeeper forget to charge me for almost $200 worth of thrift store merchandise however Apollo will absolutely drag you for such acts and so if you work with Apollo or other justice inclined gods, steal at your own risk.

[druidberries]

15 Questions for 15 Mutuals

Thank you @morrigan-sims, @chaoticsimlish, and @salemssimblr for tagging me <3

Are you named after anyone?

Actually, I am! While my mom was pregnant with me, my dad got really into watching Gilmore Girls. One of the actresses on the show is named Alexis Bledel and he ended up really liking that name and said that's it that's her name.

When was the last time you cried?

Like 2 days ago? I'm a sensitive and anxious girlie lol 😗

Do you have kids?

Nope! I have 2 nieces and 2 nephews tho! I really want kids but I need a mans first 😭

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not really I don't think

What sports do you play/have you played?

None lol. I tried color-guard in high school but it wasn't for me

What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

Their smile! I also don't know how to explain it but bc I have social anxiety I'm pretty quick to notice when someone else is also anxious talking to people?

Eye colour?

I feel like they change constantly? Sometimes they look more blue and sometimes they look more green. Also one of my eyes has a brown spot in it

Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings! I can't stand horror I'm a baby 😅 I'm also a sucker for a cheesy lil happy ending <3

Any special talents?

I don't really know? Idk what's considered a special talent lol. I'm pretty good with kids!

Where were you born?

Pennsylvania!

What are your hobbies?

Video games, crocheting, baking, listening to music, playing the lyre, and way too much more lol

Do you have any pets?

Yes! I have a dog named Link and she's not really mine but my sister has a cat named Daisy!

How tall are you?

5'4" I think

Fave subject in school?

I liked math! I also loved history when it came to romans, greek, egypt, etc. I always thought American history was really boring but recently I've been really into it!

Dream job?

I wish I could tell you the answer to this lmao. I have way too many interests it's so hard to pick one thing. I would love to do something with kids or animals! I also think voice acting would be so cool! Ideally the coolest thing ever would be to be paid to play video games lol.

I know a lot of people have already done this so if you have or just don't want to, no worries! I get so anxious tagging people 😅 anywayy I'm tagging @buttertrait @potionio @sweetbeagaming @minimooberry @aurorangen @duusheen @seokolat @estah @nurbsfirby @hazelminesims @cinnamonferns @nihilismtrcit @celestos @simelune @citrlet

[smollbean42905]

Part Two

Belen whips out his phone and records everything while Lyre begins to put everything back. He puts his phone away and helps her, it takes them an hour or so until every piece of furniture is where it was earlier.

"Tomorrow I will go back to the place where this started. I don't think the spirits want me to.." She closes the final kitchen cabinet as Belen puts a chair on the ground

"it seems like it." Belen replies shortly as Lyre gets the bag and takes out the equipment they bought. She puts the bag into her room containing the things she bought for herself and Belen. They tested everything out but getting no response from anything but the thermal scanner's temperature kept going up and down. Later that night Belen is waiting in the car for Lyre. He taps his foot on the side of the jeep and stares ahead of him. Lyre finally comes outside putting on her glasses and zipping up the backpack. She puts the bag into the open trunk and closes it. She gets into the passenger seat and lets out a small sigh and leans into her chair. Belen starts the jeep and starts to slow drive to Haven Reformery for part two. Lyre sets up the camera and starts to video today.

"Hello people. Good morning, night, evening, and afternoon for those around the world. Today we are going back to the place where the last few videos have started. But Belen isn't going in with me. We will be on facetime the entire time and I'm gonna have a harness go pro on. Belen, are you going to drop me off as close to the building as you can or the parking lot?"

"As close as I can obviously." He chuckles a bit and looks at Lyre for a second. He looks back at the road and keeps driving. After a while they pass the parking lot and Lyre straightens up as her anxiety raises. Belen notices but says nothing and keeps driving. After another few minutes down the dark and ominous road Belen parks on the side of the road but doesn't turn the car off, he just puts it in park.

"Should I see if I can drive closer?"

"The woods are too dense."

"true, I guess this is as far as I can get then... I'll see if I can get a bit closer while you're in there." Lyre nods and gets her phone out. It was at 100% battery with the power saver on so it stays on for as long as possible. Belen watches her silently and gets out of the jeep to get her bag. He opens the trunk and gets her bag out and opens it making sure she has everything to find a way to make them go home knowing that this wouldn't happen tonight if they did go back. She has everything.. He closes her bag and goes to her door as she opens it, the harness over her chest and a small headlamp on so she doesn't have to worry about a flashlight. They just changed the battery that night and she has extra in her bag so she has backups in case something happens.

Belen sighs softly and takes out his phone,

"When I close my door, call me so we can be on facetime the entire time you're out of this jeep. If something happens and the call stops or the camera stops out of random and you can't recall me, You come right back here as fast as you can." Lyre nods and the go pro caught all of that speech. She stays in place as Belen hands her her bag and she puts it on her back. Belen hesitates a bit before walking to his side of the jeep and goes into the jeep as Lyre gets her phone out. As soon as the door closes Lyre facetimes Belen with the camera showing in front of her using her back camera. Belen answers immediately and she keeps the phone in the camera's view. Belen starts a screen recorder so people can see his view. Lyre begins walking and watches her feet most of the time. She goes to the back of the building knowing the entrance there more than the front one. She goes inside and looks around.

Because of the darkness, the lobby looks more like a horror movie. The light from the moon shines through the windows creating a creepy fog like look around some of the floor.

"We should have come back in the morning..."

"If you want we can do that, you can come back right now and we can do this later. You having a panic attack right now is not good" Belen replies to her.

"I got this. As long as I have light, I'll be alright." Belen nods a bit and Lyre goes in the opposite direction from the morgue entering a hallway they've never been down. She looks around but focuses on the white door that looks pristine, not knowing what kind of room it is and the room right above it.

She tries to open the door but can't, she places her backpack down and puts her phone down flipping the camera so it faces her and she puts it on her bag so Belen can see her. She puts her ear to the door and hears nothing. She waits for a bit and still hears nothing so she backs up a bit and raises her leg. Belen watches in silence as Lyre slams her foot into the seam between the door making it slam open.

"If anyone is here, they definitely know I'm here.." She whispers and Looks back down the hallway. She pauses and hears nothing. Not even wind or a mouse scurrying across the floor. She picks up her phone after reaching down and putting on her backpack as she finally looks into the room. She flips her phone camera again and shows Belen the room. There were tons of body bags, hazard bins, and cabinets that looked fully stocked but were locked. Lyre goes further inside and steps on a body bag by accident. Something squishy under her feet. She freezes and lifts her food up slowly, putting it beside the squishy object. She looks at her phone and flips the camera to face her. She Kneels down and explains what just happened

"I felt someone squish under my foot....It's in a closed body bag....Belen, should I open it?"

"no, get up and leave the room. The less time you're in there the better." Lyre ignores him and opens the bag slowly, the silence between Belen and Lyre grows as she looks inside the bag. Her anxiety rushes forward as her eyes slowly focus on the object that was below her feet only moments ago. Her eyes finally focuses as she lets out a small sigh

"just a mouse...it's been there for a while.." Belen lets out a small sigh and leans back in his chair resting his head against the seat. Lyre slowly raises and slowly moves further into the room watching her feet slightly. She reaches the middle of the room and spins slowly to look around the room quickly. No windows. Only one door. A small trap door in the wall that Lyre suspected was a body shoot.

"This must have been a second morgue for when the actual morgue was full.." Lyre whispers softly and turns towards the door, she thought she saw someone so she ducks and goes to the wall quickly and scurries to the door to stay hidden. The phone camera was still facing her so Belen saw the fear in her face. No noise is heard for a minute so Lyre pokes her head out and sees nothing. She stands and goes into the hallway silently and slowly. She walks down the hallway again entering the lobby. She looks up the stairs and flips the camera around again so Belen can see the stairs. His eyes widened as he looked. The moonlight shines down the stairs creating a movie scene type feel of the room. She walks up the stairs slowly listening to every eerie creak from the stairs. As she walks up the stairs she looks around quickly and when she enters the intersection of the two hallways from the first video she looks down both hallways moving around and showing Belen the darkness.

"Which hallway are you going to go down first?" Belen breaks the silence.

"The dark one. I've already gone down the lighter one." Lyre turns to the right and goes down the darkest hallway, because the sunlight has retired for the night; the hallway seems black as night and like a neverending void. Lyre looks around keeping her phone close and ignores the doors she passes until she reaches the same Lavender door that Belen opened. It was still open from when Belen rushed out. She goes to the center of the room and sits down using the red chair as a holding place for her phone but keeping it perched up to face her. She faces the door that she left open, and gets out the spirit box and the emf recorder. She lays them in front of her and she turns on the spirit box breaking the silence with the static sound of the device. She speaks,

"Is anyone here?" no response.

"Jane Keith?" a small response that was inaudible and couldn't be understood.

"Leo Goldy?"

"Hello"

was the first intelligible response.

"Alright then, hello Mr. Goldy. How many are in this room?"

"five"

"five...you...who else?"

"Owner....innocent..... girl...... JJ."

"Leo Brain. Nando Braggi. Jane Keith. James Brian. Am I correct?"

"yes."

"alright then...can I talk to one of the others in the room?" she gets 5 different responses but all at once. She looks at the emf detector and is at the red light and doesn't look like it will stop.

"Can I talk to Jane Keith?"

"no."

she sighs and speaks

"I want to talk to her." there is no response.

"James? I have your teddy bear with me." She takes out the bear and holds it in her lap.

"buck.."

"Is it named Buck?"

"yes...stupid.."

two different voices show through. One was male and the other was female.

"don't be mean Jane." no response. That went on for a while until there was 5 minutes of no responses and the emf detector slowly went to green.

"You are welcome to come home with me James. Only James." She shuts off the spirit box and puts it both away.

"Lyre, it's almost 3am. I would recommend coming back to the car." Lyre nods and she stands gathering her belongings. She holds the bear and her phone in her hands as she quickly leaves the room and walks down the hallway. As she walks all of the doors slam open around her making her scream in fright. She quickly runs down the hallway and down the stairs as Belen watches terrified. Lyre gets down the stairs as she starts to feel like she's being watched. She looks back up at the stairs for a second and sees nothing. She runs out of the haunting building as the feeling of being watched never leaves until she's in the woods but she never stops running until she sees the car in view, that only pushes her more. She left like she was doing the mile run in the gym with the car being the final point as she finished her last lap. Lyre quickly gets in the car as Belen ends the call with her breathing heavily. Belen puts a camera on the dashboard and starts it staying quiet. Lyre looks forward as she shakes a bit as the adrenaline slowly stops pumping through her veins.

"Whenever you're ready. I'm gonna start the car and drive us home alright?" Belen speaks softly like she's a piece of fragile glass. Lyre nods and puts her backpack in front of herself by her feet and takes off the gopro putting in at her feet as well. 

[o-the-mts]

60th Anniversary Movie Festival: Black Sabbath (1963)

Title: Black Sabbath (I tre volti della paura) Release Date: 17 August 1963 Director: Mario Bava Production Company: Galatea Film | Emmepi Cinematografica | Lyre Film Summary/Review: I’m not sure how this horror anthology got on my watchlist, but I will trust my past self that I had good reason.  Anyhow, some other movies I wanted to watch from 1963 were harder to find than I expected, so this…

[ellitx]

Oki doki since I made angst before now I will write some fluff hc 🧃👉👈

- venti def braids your hair, like imagine sitting in his lap facing him while he braids your hair so you would have same braids as him.

- I just know this man would be clingy after being drunk, and he would say so many things he would prob regret later, like imagine him saying something and when you ask him in the morning what did he meant by this "thing" he just blushes deeply regreting he told you that.

- i just know that when It's thunderstorm outside he acts like he is scared just so he can cuddle you.

- I feel like he secretly writes you love poems and love songs.

- pls when he is drunk he will rant about you so much that Diluc calls you because he is tired of listening about you.

- do yall think that when Zhongli invites you both for cup of tea venti secretly adds dandelion vine into the tea?

- okay normal life au; let's be real yall would have shared spotifi playlist

- back to genshin; blanket bunker while watching horror movies? Why not :3

- we all know he loves apples sooo... Making apple pie together!

- forgetting about the apple pie because yall both have flour fight.

- humming lullabies to sleep

- bear hugs

- i feel like he just randomly kiss you and run away, like you're doing something and he just sneaks behind you, tapps your shoulder and when you turn around he steals a kiss and runs away.

-picnic dates?

-picnic dates under the tree when the sun is shinning while he plays his lyre.

-picnic dates on the mountains as you're in his lap peacefully falling asleep while he plays with your hair stargazing together.

-anon 🌺 lol

Bring all the fluffs in this blog ahhhh everything about this is so wholesome and cute 💕💕 i like the hc venti running away after he kisses, he’ll definitely do that and smirks when he sees you there standing still red-faced lol

Also braiding hair with him is mwah ✨. His hair is so soft and silky, you like running your hands through them and braiding then unbraiding his hair just for fun

If he’s tying your hair from behind, he’ll secretly give soft kisses on the nape of your neck then laughs when you flinched at the ticklish sensation. He really likes being close with you and have you between his arms and lap in a cuddle session

[thetwstwildcard]

I drop my Mimi to your Yuu/MC OCs. I will wait for your work.

Also, your art!!!!! You keep improving so much!!!

@mimitwst

Mimi 🥺🥺 thank you for supporting me for so long 🧡🧡

Yuuto Sakuraba

I can see him definitely be shocked by her. But I also can see them bond over music. Can see Mimi occasionally "steal" the cat plushie he wears on his uniform.

Pyxis/Nova

Mimi definitely has roped him into watching a horror movie and he's a complete mess while trying to say he's not. I feel like Nova gets along with her better, watch their friendship be them cursing at one another.

Lacie Reyes/Lyre Reyes

(Technically Lacie is the Yuu but I do more with Lyre but I'll count both). They totally speak spanish to one another (chismosos 😂😂😂). Watch them have spice contests to see who can handle more spice. Would indulge in her pervertedness and general chaos.

Aspen Cyfrin

I can see him often be the victim of her chancla because he can be a bit of a cabrón 😂. She has definitely stolen some of his coats (listen his inspo is Howl Pendragon, they're worth stealing).

Kagero Shimizu

I feel like she's tried to grab his tail before to see if it's fluffy. He's an old man in a teenager's body(not really, he's just a grump [jk jk]) but I can see him quietly sipping tea as he listens to her ramble about anything and everything.

Leveret Faust

Another victim of clothing theft (he has a comfy hoodie with bunny ears/the DIE uniform is very fashionable). Not used to the affection she shows and is quick to "tsundere lash out". The second most chancla victim.

[thephantomessoftheopera]

Notes on Gaston Leroux’s “The Phantom of the Opera” - Chapter 14: “A Masterstroke by the Lover of Trapdoors”

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Raoul and Christine are still running away from the shadow on the rooftop when they encounter the Persian, who tells them to run in the opposite direction. Raoul makes another try at getting Christine to run away with him on the spot, but once again, she refuses and repeats that Raoul will probably need to make her go against her will if he wants to elope with her (what is he supposed to do though? Drag a screaming and kicking Christine through the opera house? Drug her or knock her unconscious and roll her up in a carpet?).

She tries to convince him that Erik has not overheard their conversation on the rooftop because he is working on „Don Juan Triumphant“, but doesn’t seem to quite believe it herself. When Raoul bitterly says how brave she was to play his fiancée, Christine reveals that she had actually told Erik all about the engagement game she was playing with Raoul, and that he was willing to tolerate it under the assumption that Raoul would be leaving for the North Pole soon.

It is also obvious that despite the kiss Christine has given him in the preceding chapter, Raoul is still unsure of her feelings, which might also be due to her speaking of it like a one-time thing:

“Are people unhappy when they’re in love?”  “Yes, when they’re in love and aren’t sure of being loved.” “Are you saying that for Erik?” “For Erik and for myself”, answered Raoul, shaking his head with a thoughtful, forlorn expression.”

To a certain degree, Christine might be asking that first question for herself, too, since she is obviously unhappy and has shown signs of crying before. Keep in mind that this is the last interaction we see between Raoul and Christine before her abduction. Raoul is still uncertain at this point if Christine actually loves him, which means that he is soon going to risk his life for a girl whose feelings remain a mystery to him. We’ve got to give him some credit for that…

In her conversation with Raoul, Christine calls Erik a “man of heaven and earth” - not a ghost, monster or demon. She has seen his face, and even though she feels horror, she apparently also sees him as a man here. Raoul is once again taken aback by how Christine talks about Erik, making him question her determination to leave. She also tells him that no matter where she calls, Erik will always hear her. This is certainly due to the acoustics of the building and its secret passageways, since Erik apparently used similar techniques in the palace he built in Persia. On a deeper level, this is a symbol of how strongly they are still bound together, and seems to extend into the supernatural.

We also learn that Erik has promised Christine to stay away from her dressing room and her bedroom in his house, and that she trusts what he says. It is quite poignant to see how far Erik and Christine apparently trust each other, and how each of them is not fully deserving of the trust put into them even if they seem to be trying. In „Apollo‘s Lyre“, Christine also mentions how she instinctively trusted Erik.

Erik has given Christine a key to his house, which must be a pretty big thing for him as he puts his own safety into her hands with this. Christine shows Raoul the key but refuses to give it to him when he demands it because it “would be a betrayal” (apparently, she doesn‘t consider what happened on the rooftop a „betrayal“ and is also unwilling to betray Erik). But then she realises that she has lost Erik’s gold ring, probably while she gave Raoul the kiss on the rooftop - which is symbolic, of course. When Erik gave her the ring, he told her that she would be safe as long as she wore it - but if she parted with it, he would take revenge. She is greatly distressed, fearing what Erik might do to both of them - but even that is not enough to get her to run away. As she seems to have lost the ring on the rooftop, and Erik has it back in his possession two days later, saying that he had found it, it is likely that he directly picked it up after Christine and Raoul left the rooftop.

Raoul then goes home, cursing Erik and resolving to save Christine while he goes to bed. In the darkness, he thinks he sees Erik’s glowing eyes watching him from the balcony, and turns on the light to see if the eyes disappear. He takes his pistol and fires a shot at Erik’s eyes, which wakes the entire household including Philippe. Philippe thinks Raoul, who is rambling incoherently, has gone completely mad and asks him who this „Erik“ is that Raoul seems to be so obsessed with. Raoul states:

“He’s my rival!”

That statement is significant because it shows that Raoul views Erik primarily as a romantic threat to himself - not just as a threat to Christine’s safety or a general nuisance that he needs to get rid of, but as a serious contender for Christine’s hand. Raoul considering him his rival also puts them on more or less equal footing. Raoul also starts to worry that he should not have been so rash because if it really was Erik, Christine might not forgive Raoul for hurting him after all.

From Raoul’s description of his glowing eyes and the fact that there really is blood on the balcony and the drainpipe, we can conclude that it was indeed Erik standing there, and that he has been wounded by Raoul’s shot to a significant degree, considering there was enough blood to have seeped through his clothing and dripped onto the balcony in a very short time. The explanation of Raoul having shot at a cat doesn’t sound very likely, given that cats wouldn’t usually slide down drainpipes to get off a balcony.

Raoul and Philippe go on to quarrel over Raoul’s plan to elope with Christine. Philippe will not tolerate Raoul marrying a girl from the opera, but Raoul seems to be determined to go through with his plan anyway and defy Philippe’s wishes.

The next morning, there is an article in the newspaper “L’Époque” revealing that Raoul and Christine are engaged and about to marry. It is somewhat strange though because we never see Raoul and Christine actually getting engaged in a serious fashion. There’s the “engagement game” of course, but it cannot be considered the same as a serious marriage proposal. In addition to that, the last time we saw Raoul and Christine discussing their elopement, there were distinctly no plans of marriage included, as Raoul promised to take Christine away and then leave her to herself, as she has decided *not* to marry. It is not clear when that plan changed, or if Christine is even aware that his plans have changed. Philippe is very much embarrassed by Raoul’s behaviour, and swears that he will stop Raoul if he still plans to go through with his plans of elopement with Christine. Raoul leaves without saying anything more to Philippe, and spends the day making preparations for the elopement until 9 pm.

There is a curious detail that Leroux draws attention to, but I’m unsure about why he mentions it at all: Raoul’s carriage is driven by a coachman “whose face was largely hidden by the long scarf he wore” (They might have picked up on this in the 2004 movie). It cannot be Erik here though, as he now appears on scene to observe the carriage while the coachman is still sitting on it. In this scene, Erik is wearing the attire we have come to associate with him because of the musical mostly - the black cloak and felt hat.

During that night’s performance of Faust, Christine appears in the role of Marguerite again, but this time, the rumours about her engagement from the morning paper cause the audience to react with hostility to her since they see her as a social climber. This gives her (and us) an idea of how Parisian society would have reacted to her if she had ever become the Viscountess (or Countess, if Philippe is dead) de Chagny (and it would most likely have been far worse if she had married the man suspected of having killed his brother over her in public). Christine is quickly losing confidence when she suddenly sees Carlotta appear in one of the boxes, and her defiant nature is awakened. Not wishing to appear weak and succumb before her enemy, she regains her confidence and sings with all her soul again.

In the final scene of „Faust“, Faust and Mephisto come to rescue an insane Marguerite from her prison cell, but even though she and Faust confess their love for each other, she refuses to escape and asks the angels to take her soul to heaven instead (you can watch it here, for example: https://youtu.be/i2C4ezHUF1I).

Final scene from „Faust“ performance at the Metropolitan Opera (image from bruzanemediabase.com)

When Christine pleads with the angels in the final prison scene, Leroux makes use of the ambiguity of the „angel“. Raoul stands up from where he has been sitting in the amphitheater (not the de Chagny box where Philippe is sitting), but the Angel of Music is quicker: the entire stage is plunged into darkness, and when the lights return, Christine is gone. A great commotion ensues, with everybody trying to explain where Christine could be, but her co-star Carolus Fonta then announces publicly that she has disappeared, and that no one knows what has really happened.

Erik’s action here is both daring and desperate. From his perspective, he needs to act now before Christine will be out of his reach forever. He has overheard the escape plan, and I guess he also saw the newspaper speculating about her impending marriage, and now sees his hand forced before it’s too late for him. The chapter‘s title calling it a „masterstroke“ („coup de maître“) highlights the extraordinary skill and boldness that were necessary to stage his abduction of Christine in the fashion that he chose. The „lover of trapdoors“ is a nickname that was given to him in Persia, as we will later learn from the Persian.

Image from wikipedia

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[psychosomaticdeicide]

Things that are very cool and sexy in the movie Mandy:

Nic Cage’s scythe

The look in his eyes before he cuts off a dude’s head with the scythe

[ninja-go-to-therapy]

Whumptober 20: Toto, I Have a Feeling We’re Not in Kansas Anymore

Medieval

Diamond Castle AU Diamond Castle AU! This actually takes place before the movie and involves stuff that wasn’t explained very well in-universe but, I am the writer and therefore God so everything I say is correct.

Summary: Lloyd never thought Morro could be capable of evil. He’s proven wrong.

Trigger Warnings: physical assault

821 words

Looking back, Lloyd still didn’t know how it had come to this.

Morro had always been a little bit… different, than the others, but not in a bad way. He was unique, and special, and wow did he have style. Honestly, Lloyd had always looked up to him.

Really, he looked up to all three of the muses.

He was lucky to have been chosen as their apprentice.

Playing alongside them, it was magical. Pixal, with her lyre, and Nya, with her guitar, and Morro, with his flute. The music they made always sounded beautiful, if not perfect. He supposed being the muses of music, that only made sense.

They’d always gotten along so well, he didn’t know where it had all gone wrong.

But one day, Morro just… lashed out.

It must have been building up. Nobody could have their heart filled with hate in a day.

He’d just started spitting absolute nonsense, about how he should have been the only muse, that he should have been in control of not only music, but the world.

Nya and Pixal, and of course, Lloyd, were filled with horror at the idea.

“What are you talking about?” Nya had asked, eyebrows drawn.

“I should be the only one!” he yelled. The other three flinched back, startled by his outburst.

“But why?” Lloyd asked, timid. Music was for everyone, and it was wrong for only one person to be in control. Morro had always said so. What changed?

Morro glared at him.

Lloyd had always looked up to Morro like the big brother he’d never had, but today, he was scared. He was really and truly terrified as Morro continued to rant, advancing on him like a lion hunting its prey. His eyes were darker than he remembered them to be.

Pixal stepped between them.

“This isn’t you, Morro,” she said, trying to get through to him. “You are a muse of music, our friend, and the real you would never act like this.”

“Not anymore,” Morro seethed. “If you’re not going to give me control, then I’ll make you.”

“No, you won’t,” Nya said, situating her guitar and holding her hand over the strings almost threateningly. “Don’t make me use it.”

Morro grabbed his flute, and so Pixal held her lyre.

In the tense silence, Lloyd fumbled for his whistle.

Surely it wasn’t actually coming to this. Morro wasn’t stupid enough to try to fight them. Worse than that, he… he couldn’t possibly really be acting like this, could he? Morro had always been kind, and good, and funny, and everything that today, he was not.

Lloyd couldn’t stand to watch his brother do this.

“Please don’t,” he whispered, unwilling to just stand back.

That had been the wrong thing to do.

Immediately, the room erupted in sound.

Morro’s flute was furious and quick, a violent and ugly contrast to the calm harmony of Pixal and Nya.

It was the first time Lloyd could ever remember their music sounding anything short of amazing.

Individually, both were wonderful, but when mashed together like this, it grated on his ears painfully.

Morro was actually beating them back, one against two.

But if he could get Morro’s flute from him…

Carefully, Lloyd began to move, approaching Morro from behind. Just a little closer. He just needed to get the tiniest bit closer…

Inches from his target, Morro whipped around, his eyes falling on Lloyd.

Panicking, Lloyd grabbed for the flute.

Again, this was the wrong thing to do.

Morro struck him hard across the face, hard enough to send Lloyd to the floor.

Lloyd cried out, pain exploding across his face. 

That was enough for Nya and Pixal. Their music grew in both volume and emotion, and quickly, Morro couldn’t compete.

Lloyd stayed on the floor, unable to get to his feet. Morro had hit him. His stomach twisted violently, and for a moment Lloyd was scared he would vomit. He’d never thought Morro would do something like this.

He put down his flute angrily, storming for the door. “I’ll show you how strong I am,” he grumbled. “I’ll rule this world, and soon you’ll all bow down to me.”

And then he was gone.

Nya rushed to Lloyd, cradling him gently in her arms.

“Are you alright?” she asked. “How hard did he hit you?”

“I’m okay…” Lloyd mumbled. It didn’t hurt too bad. What did hurt, on the other hand, was that it had come from Morro. Morro, who had helped raise him these last few years. Morro, who had played with him, who had told him he loved him so many times, who had laughed and joked and just been with him.

His brother’s eyes, for the first time Lloyd could remember, had been filled with raw hatred.

It shook Lloyd to his core.

“He’ll come back,” Pixal said, certain. “He’ll come back, and he’ll apologize. It will all end up okay.”

[letterboxd]

Stanning the Ancients.

Valerie Complex probes the intersection of Greco-Roman mythology and queer experience in Portrait of a Lady on Fire, The Neon Demon, Jumbo and Midsommar.

Ancient stories have a way of influencing modern filmmakers—in part because of their “glorious” approach to love, as actor, writer and Greek-myth-lover Stephen Fry noted at this year’s digital Hay Festival. But even beyond depictions of same-sex love, Greco-Roman mythologies lend themselves well to tales of otherness and transformation.

Mythology isn’t just a bunch of stories from thousands of years ago—it’s something we create every day. Greco-Roman mythology, in particular, has less to do with the “godly” part of the pantheon, and more with their human qualities. Their lust, jealousy, wrath and greed: on display for not just other gods but all mortals under them. These stories were a portal for us to reckon with the less-savory parts of ourselves.

More than that, these stories were a cipher; a way for us to relate to one another without the need for conversation. What are celebrities and the gossip they inspire, if not modern myths? Stans are acolytes worshipping at the temples of their respective gods. They make offerings, pray to them, build altars. Every celebrity’s past is of great interest to their worshippers, who mine their back-stories for nuggets of relatability.

Beyond direct adaptations (Jason and the Argonauts, Clash of the Titans and the like), these ancient myths have informed many recent films (Prometheus and The Lighthouse; the Amazons and Wonder Woman; Oedipus and Old Boy; Homer’s The Odyssey and O Brother, Where Art Thou? included). But queer scholars have long seen Greco-Roman myths as having a particular way of helping shape queer cinematic experience, because they exist at the same intersections.

Consider the queer sensibilities in the tall tales that feature trans and intersex characters, and all the other ways the ancient poets encompass LGBTQIA expression: through their tales of otherness, outcasts living on the fringes of society, relationships that reject heteronormativity, or that push the bounds of sexuality and identity.

When myth and movie come together to create loose adaptations, film lovers are blessed with art like The Neon Demon, Jumbo, Midsommar and Portrait of a Lady on Fire. Let’s look at how Ovid, Euripides and Virgil have woven their way into the fabric of each of these stories. (Spoilers ahead!)

Noémie Merlant, Adèle Haenel and writer-director Céline Sciamma on the set of ‘Portrait of a Lady on Fire’ (2019). / Photo by cinematographer Claire Mathon, courtesy of NEON

The Melancholy Experience of Finite Love and the Desire of the Gaze: Céline Sciamma’s Portrait of a Lady on Fire meets Virgil’s ‘Orpheus and Eurydice’

Virgil’s story of Orpheus and Eurydice is woven so literally and metaphorically into Céline Sciamma’s Portrait of a Lady on Fire that it’s interesting to discover how late in the piece it came. Sciamma told me in an interview at the Toronto International Film Festival in 2019 that the story was one of the last elements to be included in the script. When she re-read the myth, she felt it ran perfectly parallel to Marianne and Hëloise’s relationship because the concept of gaze is extremely important for both couples.

In Virgil’s tale, it was prophesied that the marriage of Orpheus and Eurydice would be short-lived—and so it was. Eurydice dies from a snake bite, and her soul is sent to Hades. While in mourning, Orpheus gets the attention of the gods by singing and playing the lyre.

Being the rule-breaker that he is, Orpheus travels to the underworld to bring Eurydice back. Hades and Persephone are moved by his music and grant his wish that he will reunite with his wife, instructing him to keep his eyes front while his wife walks behind him into the living world. Unfortunately, he turns around—and loses her forever. We don’t know why he turned around when he was told not to—did he make the poet’s choice, or the lover’s? Perhaps the memory of Eurydice felt more feasible than having her physically.

In Sciamma’s film, Marianne (the painter), Hëloise (her subject) and Sophie (the maid) are isolated on a small island in eighteenth-century France. The trio carve out a microcosmic community where they are equal peers and status has no power. Hëloise reads the story of Orpheus to her two friends; they discuss whether he makes the poet’s choice, or the lover’s choice. Marianne and Hëloise engage in a romantic relationship, subverting the hostile, patriarchal world they live in. When their time is finally up and Marianne is running to the door to leave, Hëloise requests she turn around to see her one last time, thus imprinting a lasting image in Marianne’s mind. No one dies in their story, but, with a look, their love for one another lasts beyond the physical world.

Watch: Céline Sciamma discusses the myth of Eurydice and Orpheus in this clip from the new Criterion release of Portrait of a Lady on Fire.

Elle Fanning as Jesse in ‘The Neon Demon’ (2016).

Reflections and personae in The Neon Demon: Nicolas Winding Refn takes on Ovid’s ‘Echo and Narcissus’

The harsh modeling world is the perfect backdrop for The Neon Demon, which deals with ideals of beauty, deceit and narcissism. The film is also a loose adaptation of the Roman poet Ovid’s story of Echo and Narcissus from Book III of Metamorphoses. Narcissus is the beautiful hunter who upsets Aphrodite when he rejects a low-level goddess in the most asshole-y way. She curses him, and he ends up drowning when he falls in love with his reflection and tries to kiss it over a pool of water.

In The Neon Demon, Jesse (Elle Fanning) wants to be fashion’s next ‘it’ girl. She has youth and beauty on her side, which invokes jealousy in others. As her star rises, Jesse is consumed by vanity. After her harsh rejection of make-up artist Ruby (Jenna Malone), and going on an egomaniacal tirade, she is pushed into an empty pool by Ruby’s friends Sarah (Abbey Lee Kershaw) and Gigi (Bella Heathcote), thus breaking her neck.

Two stories from different millennia share a common thread: characters who love themselves to death (literally). What separates them is the queer subtext, particularly in The Neon Demon. Does Refn know his film had queer subtext? Perhaps not, though the film itself is often included in modern queer horror lists. There is an explicit attraction between the main characters, and he does an excellent job examining what that looks like when they are clouded by envy. For the women, this desire manifests in the form of companionship (Ruby), status (Gigi) or consumption (Sarah). This queer interpretation aids Refn’s exploration of relationships that exists outside of the typical portrayal of female desire.

There is a debate among viewers regarding the queer subtext and the lesbian body horror aspects of the film. Many of the film’s critics denounced the level of sexual objectification of the young women. However, objectification is a hallmark of the story: it’s a movie about the modeling world. What people miss is not only how the external world oversexualizes these characters, but how they objectify one another, and that gaze lends itself to a strong queer asthetic.

Florence Pugh as Dani in ‘Midsommar’ (2019).

Outcasts and killer cults in Sweden: Euripides’ The Bacchae as told through Ari Aster’s Midsommar

In Greek tragedy The Bacchae, Dionysus tells the citizens of Thebes he is the son of Zeus. No one believes him. He is gaslit to the point of shame. With his reputation in a shambles, the spurned demigod leaves Thebes. He soon returns in disguise with a pack of rabid women who call themselves the Bacchae—they kill King Pentheus and burn Thebes to the ground because they didn’t listen. No-one listens to Midsommar’s main character, Dani, either.

Dani is in an emotionally abusive relationship with the gaslighting Christian, and is surrounded by Christian’s friends who reject her and see her as an emotional burden. Imagine how unhappy they are when Dani accompanies them on their trip to Sweden to visit the commune of the Harga people for their Midsummer celebration. Things spiral out of control when Dani unintentionally rises to godlike status within the Harga cult, which leads to, let’s just say, consequences for her dissenters.

On its surface, Midsommar is not queer cinema—at the center of the film is a heterosexual couple. However, Dani is an emotional outcast and feels like an outsider no matter where she is; it’s an echo of queer experience that is heightened when the women of the Harga embrace Dani. She gains status within the group and receives cathartic support from the young women of the commune. This allows her to purge the toxicity she’s experienced at the hands of Christian, his friends, and the outside world.

Sure, the Bacchae and the Harga are both dangerous, insular, microcosmic communities. Those attributes aside, these are two groups that exist separate from society at large, because their way of life is unique only to them.

Noémie Merlant gazes up at the object of her desire in ‘Jumbo’ (2020).

The Allure of Inanimate Objects: Zoé Wittock’s Jumbo vs Ovid’s ‘Pygmalion’

Another story from Ovid’s Metamorphoses features Cypriot sculptor Pygmalion, who swore off women in his city and took to isolation. In his time away from society, he carved a woman out of ivory and fell in love with it. He prayed to Aphrodite to bring the sculpture to life—and she did! Could this be an early case of objectum sexuality? While there is no divine intervention in Jumbo (which premiered at Sundance this year), Zoé Wittock’s film explores the meaning of objectum sexuality, which is a form of sexual or romantic attraction focused on particular inanimate objects.

In the film, Jeanne (Noémie Merlant—yes, Portrait of a Lady on Fire’s Marianne) isn’t interested in human interaction, other than with her mother Margarette (Emmanuelle Bercot). Working for the cleaning crew at an amusement park, she falls in love with the newest attraction, a tilt-a-whirl ride named Jumbo. As Jeanne’s desire grows, the ride comes to life and begins to communicate via colors and sounds.

Jeanne is a societal outcast who rejects human romance; her relationship with Jumbo subverts what society understands about sexuality and connection. Coming out to her mother about her attraction is also a challenge. Margarette isn’t open to what her daughter is feeling and reacts harshly toward Jeanne by coercing her into engaging in sex with men, and, when that doesn’t work, throwing her out of the house.

Eventually, Margarette realizes love is love, and as long as her daughter isn’t hurting anyone, she can learn to accept Jeanne’s love for Jumbo. Being pushed to the fringes of society for being honest (like Jeanne), or isolating yourself (like Pygmalion), is a scenario that queer folks are all too familiar with. At least Jeanne and Pygmalion don’t face tragic ends. The odds of being rejected by loved ones is high.

Coming out to family members is hard enough, especially when your very existence challenges their sense of normalcy. But this is why chosen families are important, and in both stories, the love of an accepting, chosen few is better than the approval of the majority.

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The 2010s—Top Romance Films

[dannigee24]

Hello! I'm Danica Shaun Agana, but you can call me Dan. First of all I LOVE to watch fantasy and horror movies. (It's kind of a weird combo, right?). I love binge watching them on Netflix. The next interesting thing about me, is the fact that I have a HUGE passion for music and any form of art in general. I play guitar, piano, ukulele, drums and lyre (I sing too). If given the opportunity, I would love to explore other musical instruments there is. Music just connects that deep part within me and moves it with every melody. Whenever I listen or play music, I feel great.

In addition, I also have an interest in culinary. I watch Gordon Ramsay's shows like Hell's Kitchen and Kitchen Nightmares. It's fascinating to see how he makes his food fiercely and passionately. One day, I wish to start my own restaurant and satisfy people with what their palates need.

[tywvin-archive]

tagged by: @hailderek & @casterlys, thanks <3

rules: bold what you prefer & tag 10 people

1. coffee or tea 2. early bird or night owl 3. chocolate or vanilla 4. spring or fall 5. silver or gold 6. pop or alternative 7. freckles or dimples 8. snakes or sharks 9. mountains or fields 10. thunderstorm or lightning 11. egyptian or greek mythology 12. ivory or scarlet 13. flute or lyre  ( support the local stuff ) 14. eyes or lips 15. witch or fairy 16. opal or diamond 17. butterflies or honeybees 18. macarons or eclairs 19. typewritten or handwritten letters 20. secret garden or secret library 21. rooftop or balcony 22. spicy or mild 23. opera or ballet 24. london or paris 25. vincent van gogh or claude monet 26. denim or leather 27. potions or spells 28. ocean or desert 29. mermaid or siren 30. masquerade ball or cocktail party

tagging: @lilttlebird, @kleopatrar, @ohbiwankenohbi, @helenstroy, @daeneryn

ship tag;

rules: answer these 10 questions and tag 10 people

tagged by:  @hailderek, thanks for tagging me and sorry for taking so long </3

tagging: @hermnione, @lsaks, @ohbiwankenohbi, @lahnister

ultimate otp: mclennon ( the beatles ) i’m sorry man i’m over my ‘shipping real people’ phase but

a ship you’ll always love: joyce x jim ( stranger things )

current obsession: kaz x inej ( six of crows )

a ship you never thought you’d like: kaz x inej ( six of crows ) ironically enough

a ship you liked but don’t like anymore: nancy x jonathan ( stranger things )

a ship you think should be canon: han x lando ( star wars ) i’m sorry but that would be such a power couple? like wow

a canon ship you hate: han x qira & ned x catelyn ( game of thrones )

a ship you’ve been shipping for years: mclennon

a ship everyone loves but you don’t care about: robb x thalisa ( game of thrones )

favourite rarepair: asha x ellaria ( game of thrones ) tho i don’t think this is a rarepair but it’s the only one i could think of

tagged by: @hailderek thank youuuu <3

rules: answer the questions (which you can change if you don’t feel like answering certain questions) and then tag 20 followers you want to get to know better!

1. Nickname? ele /ehleh/ lmao i guess idk how to translate it phonetically tbh

2. Gender? male

3. Star sign? capricorn

4. Height? 1,62/1,63 // around 5′3″ i think

5. Sexuality? bi

6. Hogwarts house? slytherin

7. Favorite animal? dolphins and bees

8. Average hours spent sleeping? 5 hours

9. Dogs or cats? cats but i also love dogs

10. Number of blankets you sleep with? 1 atm

11. What’s your dream trip? greek islands & south america

12. What’s your dream job? writer astronaut rip

13. When did you make this account? two months ago

14. How many followers do you have? 267

15. How many pets do you have? i have a wonderful, fat dog

16. Favourite party theme? idk? any kind of party

17. Favourite ice cream flavor? i don’t like ice cream but pistacchio

18. How often do you read? whenever i can, i try to have reading sessions every week but exams take up most of my time & i often only read at night

19. Favourite study locations? my bedroom, the library haven’t gone there in ages

20. Who do you stan? carrie fisher !!! and carl sagan i’d talk about people who are not dead yet but i used to stan morgan freeman and my heart has been crushed so i’m keeping my mouth shout until i’m sure my faves can’t do bad shit anymore :)

Now tag some of your followers! @kleopatrar, @daeneryn, @lilttlebird, @kleopatrar, @remuslpun

tagged by @remuslpun thank you so much!

rules: answer all the questions, add one of your own and tag as many people as there are questions // not tagging anyone because i’m sure i’m annoying as hell when i tag y’all in everything

tagging: x

1. coke or pepsi: coke 2. disney or dreamworks: disney 3. coffee or tea: both! 4. books or movies: books i think 5. windows or mac: i’d love to say mac but windows because i haven’t had a mac yet 6. dc or marvel: marvel 7. x-box or playstation: i think playstation bc there are more games i like for it but i don’t really play tbh 8. dragon age or mass effect: w h a t t h e f c u k 9. night owl or early riser: night owl 10. cards or chess: cards i don’t know how to play chess 11. chocolate or vanilla: chocolate 12. vans or converse: both but vans >>>> 13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: what is this ??? what is thsi,,, 14. fluff or angst: BOTH, b o t h, both!!!! 15. beach or forest: forest because dysphoria :) 16. dogs or cats: cats but both tbh 17. clear skies or rain: rain, STORMS, T H U N D E R 18. cooking or eating out: eating out because my cooking skills are reeeeally bad 19. spicy food or mild food: mild food but i also like some spicy? it’s just that i’m way too white so sometimes it gets me fucked up 20. halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: christmas 21. would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: a little too cold 22. if you could have any superpower, what would it be?: body morphing/transformation because of my trans ass :) 23. animation or live action: animation coco come to me 24. paragon or renegade: renegade 25. baths or showers: baths but i shower bc we need to save the planet man 26. team cap or team ironman: team ironman <3 27: fantasy or sci-fi: b o t h 28. do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they: “if i’m worth something later, i’m worth something know - for wheat is wheat, even if people think it’s a grass in the beginning” - vincent van gogh which is my favourite quote of all time

29. netflix or youtube: youtube bc i don’t have netflix lmao

30. Harry Potter or Percy Jackson: harry potter 31. when you feel accomplished: what :))) is that :)) 32. star wars or star trek: star wars!!!! han my love <3 33. paperback or hardback: hardback because of the aesthetic but paperback because i feel like i’m in the 80s ??? idk 34. horror or rom-com: neither,,, give me cartoons you cowards 35. tv shows or movies: i love both why would you make me choose? 36. spotify or pandora: spotify 37. zootopia or inside out: i haven’t watched zootopia so inside out 38. favourite book: the song of achilles / lord of the flies 39. favourite flower: p o p p i e s 40. what field of study are you in (or aspire to be in): linguistics (spanish & classics) 41. song lyric you really love?: “i wanna get lost in your rock’n’roll and drift away” by dobie gray 42. what’s your MBTI type?: infp but i’ve been told i look more like an enfp 43. fave movie: mulan??? moana??? coco??? how do you dare make me choose 44. favourite tv show(s): i used to love castle and sherlock and right now i’m getting into b99 but my favourite will always be game of thrones sorry not sorry + i watch a lot of spanish original series 45. what fictional world is your favourite? narnia & westeros 46. favourite mythological figure? achilles my heart and icarus

47. who’s your all-time favourite fictional character? tywin lannister, love of my life

48: if you could spend an entire day with a weasley, who would you pick? molly weasley tbh, what kind of question is that

49: what movie or book would you want to be the main character of? asoiaf BUT i don’t want to die i just want to ride dragons

thanks for tagging me! i don’t expect anybody to read up to this point but if you have, i hope you have an amazing day!

[dramabus2-blog]

Comedian John Early Doesn't Love Working With Tahini - Grub Street

“I love Pequeña so much. They have mastered the frozen margarita, so much so that I order one even though I have therapy immediately after.” Photo: Scott Heins

Two years ago, actor and comedian John Early moved from New York to Los Angeles for a television show, and while the project fell through, he stayed and planted roots. Now, when you do see him over on this coast, it’s to tape his TBS show Search Party, in which he plays Elliott, or for various other projects, including next week’s Padma Puts on a Comedy Show at the Bell House, benefiting the Movement Voter Project. Though Early didn’t have as much opportunity to cook this week as he’d like (“I became obsessed with making pasta at a very young age”), he still found time for copious amounts of cold brew, homemade burgers with radicchio buns (“they are divine”), and pizza passing itself off as an hors d’oeuvre. Read all about it in this week’s Grub Street Diet.

Thursday, October 11 I like to start every day with a cold brew and a Propecia. The cold brew comes from Primrose, my neighborhood coffee shop while I’m in town shooting the zero-time Emmy nominated Search Party. It’s these temporary pillars of familiarity that create some much-needed structure amid the formlessness of my bicoastal lifestyle. #theunbearablelightnessofbicoastiality #bicoastalvisibility

For breakfast, my boyfriend and I salt some watermelon — just like my very southern dad does, except he’s never heard of Maldon™. I’m a little too proud of how meager this meal is. It’s no coincidence that this is my very first entry. My daily cold-brew-induced panic begins, and I find myself immediately paralyzed by the performative nature of the whole endeavor. Will I accurately represent myself as the passionate eater that I know myself to be? Will I bring attention to the restaurants and small businesses that truly need it? Is it braggy to talk about my boyfriend? It feels so transparent to include him (“I, too, am loved!”), but dishonest to leave him out!

Did I mention he’s an artist? We take the train into Tribeca and stop by the iconic the Compleat Sculptor to get him some modeling clay for a project. We are starving and a block away from Trader Joe’s, so we pick up some premade salads and a peanut-butter-cookie Lärabar. I can already feel the walls of my hard-earned gourmand identity crumbling around me. I vigorously shake my salad in its plastic container to dress it. I consider lying and saying that we were beckoned into “the most unpretentious red-sauce Italian place by its adorable elderly owner.” The salad explodes in my lap.

For dinner, we drunkenly pick at a tray of falafel toppings with our bare hands at a reception for a friend’s photography show. Damn.

Friday, October 12 I get another cold brew from Primrose and take a Propecia. My boyfriend makes me a smoothie of frozen berries, banana, green apple, and kale for breakfast, and I wonder, Is it 1998? I keep it to myself because the smoothie is truly good, and ultimately I resent diet trends that look down on them.

I pace around the apartment rehearsing what I’m going to say on a very confrontational call that I have to make at the end of the day. I willfully enter into conflict about once every 400 years. A truck could be driving on the wrong side of the road, barreling toward me, and I would not honk. I am so nervous that I forget to eat lunch (so chic), and around 3 p.m. I throw together all that is left of our groceries: a Monsanto apple and banana, and some curried chicken salad that I bought on the previous day’s Trader Joe’s trip but didn’t mention here because of y’all’s relentless judgment.

I make the call. No one dies. I go to Roman’s in Fort Greene with my boyfriend to $elf $oothe. It’s worth the goddamn bill — perfect Martinis, orange wine, gorgeous fava-bean purée, radicchio with anchovy and Parmesan, tortelli with a butter and sage sauce, chicken al diavolo, panna cotta, and chocolate sorbet. I swear to god Keri Russell is eating at the bar just like us. I’ve heard rumors that she lives in this area. It’s definitely not her, but for that split second I feel that life in New York can feel as good as an episode of Felicity.

Saturday, October 13 I am hungover. I pop a Propecia and drag my gay ass to Primrose for a cold brew on my way to shoot a short film by a friend from college. When I get to set, I eat a truly exquisite whole-wheat everything bagel with cream cheese. It helps a lot even though I’m trying to “cut back on grain.”

The catering on set is Frito pie with vegan chili, chicken-salad sliders, and other such church-camp delights. The thematic cohesiveness of the meal is a little oppressive, but I soldier on.

After the shoot, my boyfriend and I go to a play called Slash by Leah Hennessey and Emily Allan (of Zhe Zhe glory) at MX Gallery. The show is astonishing and perfect, and we ride our cultural high to Kiki’s, a Greek restaurant in Chinatown. We have lemony potatoes, smoky eggplant dip, orange-peel sausage, lamb fricassée, and a waitstaff that doesn’t care for my jokes.

Sunday, October 14 I chomp down on a Propecia and head to Primrose where my boyfriend and I collect a free cold brew, having loyally filled our card with the required nine stamps. I playfully tell the cashier that I wish there was a little more ceremony — a siren, confetti, etc. She, too, doesn’t care for my jokes, and my boyfriend generously reassures me on the walk home that she’s probably a Pratt freshman consumed by her new life in Brooklyn.

We get some groceries and make burgers with pepperoncini, avocado, caramelized onions, mayo, Dijon, and radicchio buns (LOL). I laugh out loud, but they are divine. If you can pull off a radicchio leaf without tearing it, it’s very cuplike. And Goddamn it, reader, I swear if you caught me on a different week you’d be shocked by my cooking. I started early. What’s nice about being a gay boy is, before you become cripplingly self-aware about your gayness, you have no shame just following your mom around the kitchen and asking her questions.

In the afternoon, we go to the premiere of Can You Ever Forgive Me, thanks to tickets from queen Dolly Wells, who is in the movie and is characteristically genius in it. While sitting BEHIND JUDGE JUDY AND IN FRONT OF JOEL GREY (!!!!!), we eat popcorn and a couple of bourbon-flavored chocolates. At the after-party, we piece together a free dinner of mediocre mushroom and prosciutto cut-up pizza (“flatbread”) hors d’oeuvres, and marvel at the grace with which Judge Judy interfaces with her adoring public.

Monday, October 15 The usual cold brew cut with Propecia. I have to work today, but only for a couple of hours starting at 4 p.m. My schedule is so easy breezy this season that I wonder if I’m like Valerie Cherish slowly being phased out of Room and Bored. But I’m secretly loving the domesticity. I pick up some groceries and make some lunch for my boyfriend and me. A baby-kale salad with sunflower seeds and a tahini, olive oil, lemon zest, and juice dressing. I’m so bad at “working with” tahini. Why is it always so fucking chunky? I thought I added enough water to smooth it out. Maybe the citrus curdled it? I can feel the ghost of Kate Berlant, my comedy partner and undisputed tahini queen, cackling over my shoulder as I whisk to no avail. The salad is still pretty good — the flavors are all there, gang! — and I serve it with some scrambled eggs and a side of grilled preserved artichokes.

I go to Search Party to take some sort of photo that will be used as a prop in the show. I get to my trailer and am horrified to find no costume, but sweatpants, a hoodie, and big boxers. This can only mean one thing: partial nudity. I react to the horror by eating half of one of those god-awful RXBARs and some Earl Grey tea with almond milk. I imagine this is what Carey Mulligan does when she’s “feeling peckish.” As usual with this show, the partial nudity is truly worth the joke. I am made up like a cherub, my body is oiled, and I pose with a lyre. It’s extremely funny, and I also leave feeling a stronger sense of connection to Anne Geddes, which is frankly something I’ve been after my entire Goddamn life.

For dinner, we order (“We … we! I’m still getting used to saying it!”) some Neapolitan-style pizza — one with soppressata, the other a classic margherita — from a place that truly does not need my help. My boyfriend makes a salad with the leftover radicchio and a vinaigrette with minced pepperoncini and the juice from the jar. It’s really major.

Tuesday, October 16 I should mention that I’ve been trying to make my own cold brew recently to avoid spending so much money and using so much plastic. I can’t figure out the right grind though, so I throw back a Propecia and once again head to Primrose. Love brazenly making choices like these in the face of recent climate science!

I come home, and while absolutely soaring on cold brew, I see that there’s a 50 percent off sale on the Criterion Collection website. A mere two feet away from my boyfriend, I order six titles that I will never watch and a $30 Blu-ray player off of Amazon Prime, and I don’t tell him because I know this behavior is unhinged. This is why cold brew is bad. Once, while drinking one during a meeting, I told an executive that I was the “Robyn of comedy” with zero irony.

I go to Pequeña for a late lunch after my manic purchase. I love Pequeña so much. They have mastered the frozen margarita, so much so that I order one even though I have therapy immediately after. I also get my favorite menu items: the pork burrito and the chicken soup.

Their margarita truly packs a punch, and I put on a great show for my therapist (that’s what therapy is for, right?). I meet the great Nicole Spiezio in Madison Square Park. We share a weed gummy because we are going to see A Simple Favor starring Blake Lively and everyone’s favorite Scrappy Little Nobody, Anna Kendrick (or as my boyfriend calls her “Anna Kendricks”). We eat at Shake Shack, naturally. I eat a double Shack Burger with fries and order my cheese sauce on the side. We get to the theater for the 7:45 showing, and the edible kicks in right as we receive the news that the screening is sold out. Maybe it’s the edible, but the stakes feel so high that I feel like we’re in Argo, which I’ve never seen. We get in a cab and head to the Kips Bay AMC to try to make it in time for the 7:55 showing, but there is only one seat left. I beg the woman at the box office, “Is there anything you can do?” She looks at me like I’m crazy — obviously, there is nothing she can do. We are stuck in Kips Bay, high as hell, but still wanting to hang. We are beckoned into the most unpretentious Mexican place by its adorable elderly owner. Everyone in the restaurant seems to be on straight Tinder dates that aren’t going well. I drink a tequila on the rocks.

I go back home and eat frozen raspberries while relaying this story to my boyfriend. It does not land.

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Source: http://www.grubstreet.com/2018/10/comedian-john-early-grub-street-diet.html

[madscience]

@lizardshik

Ask meme thing for you, I fucked up the ask so I had to do a separate post.

GODS: Life

Zeus: What’s your name or nickname?

My name is Elizabeth Rose but I just go by Izzy

Hera: Where are you from?

England

Athena: How old are you?

18

Hephaestus: When is your birthday?

8th May

Aphrodite: What’s your relationship status?

Single

Poseidon: What are your pronouns?

She/Her

Dionysus: Are you and extrovert or an introvert?

Introvert

Demeter: Do you have any pets?

I have 5 cats and a dog

Apollo: What kind of music are you into?

Kpop, thats literally it

Artemis: What do you first notice about new people?

Their expression or attitude

Hades: What’s a big fear of yours?

Spiders and people

Ares: What’s a big pet peeve of yours?

When people try to introduce me to things that I introduced to them

Hestia: Where do you consider home?

England I guess?

CREATURES: Lasts

Pegasus: Last movie you watched?

I don’t know? I don’t watch movies that often

Mermaid: Last tv show you finished?

Uhhh, I finished the last season of iZombie (although it’s continuing so I don’t know whether it counts)

Centaur: Last book you read?

I haven’t read a book in years so I don’t know

Siren: Last song you listened to?

Girls’ Generation - Sweet Talk

Gorgon: Last thing you ate?

Frazzles

Cyclops: Last time you cried?

Yesterday lmao, multiple times

Minotaur: Last time you were truly happy?

Tbh any time I’m interacting with Milky Chat I’m happy

Sphynx: Last text you sent?

“Get up” - to my mum

Chimera: Last call you made?

I booked tapas last week lmao

Griffin: Last thing you did before going to sleep last night?

;))))

Nymph: Last dream you remember?

I don’t remember it, all I remember is that it was weird

Satyr: Last time you couldn’t stop laughing?

When I kept sending @ah-theelementofsurprise​ asks about beans

HEROES: Experiences

Heracles: Have you ever had a dream come true?

If you’re talking about actual dreams then often I dream things and then they happen. But if youre talking about personal dreams… no

Theseus: What is your worst regret?

Not keeping in contact with my best friend after she moved

Perseus: Have you ever been arrested?

No

Cadmus: Have you ever had your heart broken?

No

Achilles: Have you ever had to be hospitalized?

No

Actaeon: Tell about a memory you wish to forget.

i can’t think of anything right now? Everythings already repressed lmao

Bellerophon: Have you ever passed out?

Almost on numerous occasions

Agamemnon: What is an achievement you’re proud of?

????

Oedipus: Have you ever been in love?

No

Jason: Have you ever travelled abroad? Where?

The furthest I’ve been is Scotland

Atlanta: Have you ever stood up for someone else?

Probably but I can’t think of a specific time

Hippolytus: Tell an experience you will never forget.

First thing that comes to mind is when I found out my dad had died

MAGICAL ITEMS: Favorites  

Trident: Who are your favorite people?

Evie (my best friend) and all of Milky Chat

Lightning Bolt: What are your top three favorite movies?

What We Do In The Shadows and I literally can’t think of two other movies that I like

Sun Chariot: What is your favorite mythological creature?

Mermaids, sirens and vampires

Lyre: What are your top three favorite songs?

Juliette - SHINee (forever bop)

Paradise - millic (ft. Fanxy Child)

Rasputin - Boney M (is there a better song in existance??)

Caduceus: What is your favorite color?

I like colour combinations, lime green and hot pink is one of my favourites but if I have to pick one I’d say black and thats not even a colour

Aegis: What is your favorite book or series?

I used to really like Point Horror books as a kid

Scythe: What is your favorite tv show?

iZombie (needs to be gayer though)

Bident: What is your favorite way to spend free time?

Playing the sims or watching youtube videos

Harpe: What are your top 3 favorite places?

The town that I live in, Manchester and Lincoln I guess??

Cornucopia: What is your favorite place to eat?

Theres a tapas place near me thats really great, also an italian place. OH! and a sushi place about 30 mins away!

Winged Sandals: What is your favorite thing to do when you hangout with your friends?

Eat

Golden Fleece: What is your favorite animal?

CAT

PLACES: Goals and Wishes

Olympus: Describe your dream job.

Self employed artist

Tartarus: What’s a short term goal you hope to achieve?

Making pins with my art on

Underworld: Describe your dream vacation.

My bedroom tbh, I don’t like travelling

Styx: How would you like your life to look like in 10 years?

A steady income, a house, a cat and a partner

Athuna: If you could live anywhere in the world for the rest of your life, where would it be?

Where I live now

Sparta: Do you have a bucket list? If so, what’s on it?

No

Elysium: If you could have a superpower, what would it be?

Shapeshifting so that I can be a cat

Ogygia: Describe your dream husband/wife/life partner?

Someone that can make me laugh and that loves me and has similar interests to me, I don’t think I need anything else

Troja: What is the craziest thing you wanna do before you die?

Nothing? Lmao I don’t care about crazy stuff

The Labyrinth: Have you ever died and came back to life as a vampire?

Yes

Delphi: Are you currently doing anything to pursue your dreams?

I’m trying to improve my art???