#mellona

[the-blivyverse]

The main cast of five horse, everyone!

Charlotte(War) is the top one

Mellona(Pestilence) is on the left

Day(Famine) on the right

Hadeon(Death) is the bottom one

and then the eyes are the foresaken god that i STILL don't have a name for

I'm pretty comfy with both Day's and Mellona's designs but I'm still trying to figure Charlotte and Hadeon out... And the funniest part is that these are their god assigned fursonas at best and won't even show up NEARLY as much as their human designs which I still have no fuckin clue how to go about designing....

[shiveagit]

art dump shenanigans ensued

featuring : @turtsmcgurts

@blye-flower

@halibugo

@cyborg-hands

[the-dist-ortionist]

I am not made to make animatics but I need them out of my head rn

[plsleafmelon]

getting these two from ML summons (kinda) back to back is a lil goofy silly

[bronte-deserves-better]

Your ocs sound so cool, do you mind sharing stuff about them?

Anon, it is to my great shame that I have left this so long that I no longer remember what ocs this ask was in reference to.

However, I do still absolutely want to talk about my ocs, so have a ramble about two of my current favorite! (Rest under the cut- this got long).

#1 OC of all time: Alera Pyren!

So everyone is aware that I'm not normal about Fintan and Bronte, especially in the context of the Pyren brothers AU, right? Well anyways, I have in fact made an entire family tree for the two of them. Alera Pyren is their great-aunt (sibling to their grandfather). She's a pyrokinetic, and in one of my headcanons she is one of the original three Councillors.

Reasons to love Alera:

Trauma. So much trauma. She watched her mom die in childbirth and then her stepdad die from an ogre attack.

Ultimate eldest daughter syndrome. Not only is she the eldest of six, she also had to raise all five of her siblings after the death of their parents.

Heir To A Legacy She Didn't Ask For. Her father was a famous warrior among her group of elves in the pre-Council days, and since Alera was his eldest child and had his ability, she was expected to follow in his footsteps. He died when she was five, by the way.

Badass warrior lady. She has a flaming sword and served as the general of the original Council. Though elves generally don't do well with violence, in my headcanon history, there was in fact an era where violence was significantly more common, and Alera essentially got the elves through it on the power of sheer rage and being a very powerful pyrokinetic.

Queer icon. She is beautiful, she is powerful, she is gay as hell. Lesbians love her. Although homosexuality is highly discouraged among the elves, Alera had such powerful gay energy and refused so ardently to be in the closet that even in the modern Lost Cities, 'much like Alera' is a polite way to call someone a lesbian. Pyrokinesis is heavily associated with queerness in the Lost Cities in my headcanon, largely because of Alera.

Warrior in a peaceful world. Alera fought for centuries to win the peace treaties between species- some of which hold up to this day. After she was done building a less war-torn world, what did she do? Sulk because she wasn't needed anymore? Nope! She went and decided to become a genetics researcher.

Anyways, I love Alera. Is she incredibly morally questionable? Did she kill many people in the name of peace? Yes. However, she's still absolutely fascinating. People think Alera is cold-hearted because she would chose the safety of the world over any individual person. What they don't get is that Alera loves all her friends and family ardently. She just has so much care for the world that she could not give it up no matter the cost.

#2 OC of all time: Mellona Errie!

He's an orphan! He's Alera's best friend! He's desperately loyal even though he knows Alera would choose the world over him if it came down to it! He's... Mellona Errie!

Mellona is quite literally the water to Alera's fire- he's a hydrokinetic, and he is the chill, calm best friend to fiery Alera. He was an orphan bastard who had no household to belong to back in the day, and Alera took him under her wing even though she was also trying to care for five siblings.

Reasons to love Mellona:

Also trauma. He had an incredibly fucked up childhood.

Somehow the nicest guy ever despite that. Despite everything that happened to him, Mellona is still chill and lovely and tries hard to be a kind person.

Deep loyalty. Mellona never forgot what Alera did for him as a child, and so he follows her through literally anything. Alera could kill someone right in front of him and he wouldn't blink.

Hot as fuck. People who like men love him. he is an icon.

Anyways, these two live in my head rent free. I hope you enjoyed, anon!

[lol-im-done]

First Lady of Panem

Pairing: Young!Coriolanus Snow x Fem!Reader

Series Summary: When your family arrived to the Capitol from District Ten to secure their place as one of the most prominent and wealthy families of Panem you could have never dreamed fate would lead you into the arms of Coriolanus Snow. Falling in love was easy, watching him become President and becoming First Lady of Panem at his side would test your limits. Panem's history would forever be changed by this union.

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Author's Note: TW & Tags will be updated as each chapter comes out, first chapter is just to set up the story & characters. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Sky Blue Eyes

Those bluebonnets how sweetly they grow

For all the wide prairies they're scattered like snow

They make all the meadows as blue as the skies

Reminding me of my darlings blue eyes

The cow-filled prairies shifted to mountains signaling the train's entrance into District Two as you hummed to the tune of an old song from before Panem’s creation. The sprawling grass sea of District Ten, of your home, disappeared in the distance as you made your way to the heart of Panem. 

“Darling, are you listening to me?”

Lifting your head from the rattling window you turned to see your mother looking at you with soft concern. 

“Sorry Mama, what were you asking?”

Her hand smoothed over your younger sister Mellona’s curls, making her nuzzle deeper into her side. “I was asking if you were hungry so I could order lunch.”

“That would be nice Mama. Thank you.” 

“Alright, call for Agnes if you need anything she’s in the next car,” your mother stands, lays a snoozing Mellona down, before making her way to the dining car. 

“Homesick already?” Victoriosa, the eldest, asks from the chaise never taking her eyes off the magazine in her hands. 

“Is it that obvious?” 

“We always knew we’d have to move to the Capitol.”

“Why now? I thought at least another year or two,” you asked, sinking into the plush leather seat. Victoriosa pauses, looks up at you and for an instant you can see your father’s intense expression staring back at you. 

“Papa wants to finally establish himself as a prominent figure in the Capitol. He needs Capitol support if he is to fully absorb the rest of the ranches, you know that,” she states. “This is also our opportunity to reach our full potential, choose our own paths. Once you finish your career you can always return to Ten if you wish but that would be a waste,” she returns to flipping through her magazine.

“Silva, what do you think?” you turn to your only brother who is seated next to you. 

He gives a short shrug. “I don’t mind it much as long as I can continue my research,” Silva sighs from behind his thick textbook. 

Victoriosa tilts her lithe neck backwards, “Yawnnnnn.” A snort leaves your lips and you’re grateful your mother isn’t nearby to reprimand you for your ‘unladylike’ behavior. 

“Biodiversity is the pinnacle of our success as cattle breeders!” Silva scowls. 

“I thought you’d be missing a certain milkmaid Carpathia,” Victoriosa smirks and a wild blush spreads under Silva’s glasses.  

“Oh like you’ll be missing your ranch hand Bronco,” Silva snaps back.

“There’s always summertime. Plenty of time to catch up,” Victoriosa grins like the cat who got the cream. The three of you burst into a fit of giggles right as Mellona groggily rouses from her nap. 

“Are we there yet?” 

Another burst of laughter fills the private train car. 

It would only take a few more hours before you arrived at the Capitol train station, nightfall falling over the city. Unlike District Ten, not all the stars were visible, the Capitol’s bright lights polluting the sky. Peacekeepers were already stationed to help move all the luggage into the waiting line of cars. Driving through the streets towards your new home, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe at the statues in the squares and the towering buildings. Most of all you were excited to finally see your father, it had been almost a month since you had seen him last. 

“Papa!” 

All of you crashed into Alicio Lupus’ awaiting arms, his rumbling chuckle bouncing off the high marble ceilings of the penthouse. Refugio joins in on the hug with teary eyes, reaching up to press a kiss on her beloved husband’s cheek.

“Welcome home my darlings,” he squeezes you all tighter. Any fear you held disappeared in an instant, as long as you had your family by your side, all would be well. 

The first few weeks in the Capitol had been a whirlwind- meeting other Capitol families for dinner, registration for coveted internships and school courses, and endless shopping trips to assure your home and wardrobes were up to Capitol standards. Refugio Lupus wanted only the best for her children, which included constantly coaching you all to leave behind the District Ten accent that made certain words in your vocabulary drawl. 

After dinner one day you thought you had finally caught a moment of peace before a knock at your door startled you from your book. Agnes, your family's nanny, rolled in a rack of dresses with Victoriosa in tow. Victoriosa was already dressed in a sleek blood red dress with a mink shawl wrapped around her shoulders. 

“What’s all this?”

“We’ve been invited to a soirée to commemorate the end of the 13th Hunger Games. Papa thinks it’s a good chance to introduce us to others in the Capitol’s high society,” Victoriosa swept her arm towards the rack of glittering and ruffled dresses. Nerves made your stomach churn, mouth turning downwards into a frown as you remembered people’s faces this past week when it was revealed you had recently arrived from District Ten. Most look startled before looking at you like you were some exotic bird at the zoo. 

“They’ll never accept us.”

A prideful look crossed her face, so similar to your father’s. No wonder your mother said they were cut from the same stone. “They will once we show them we are as refined as they are. As long as you lose that accent of yours you’ll blend in like a wolf in sheep’s clothing,” she grinned, canines glinting in the light of the chandelier. Rolling your eyes you step over to the rack, feeling the fabrics under your fingers. Stopping at a silver dress, the sequins twinkled like stars entrancing you. Agnes helped dress you before getting to work on sweeping your hair up into a fashionable updo. You waved away the highly pigmented makeup, not ready to delve into that side of Capitol fashion quite yet. 

“Remember you’re a Lupus. We’re wolves among sheep,” Victoriosa pinches your cheek. The usual calluses that adorned her hands were gone, chemical treatments making them a long forgotten memory. 

Wolves among sheep. 

Victoriosa’s words replay through your head like a mantra as you step into the grand ballroom behind her and your father. Thankfully your sister was a gifted extrovert, introducing you to the friends she had already made. Soon you found yourself surrounded by members of the new Gamemaker class, a glass of posca in your hand. It took some time but slowly your shoulders loosened and your smile widened, confidence making you stand a bit taller. 

Across the ballroom, Coriolanus Snow was repeating his own mantra to himself- Snow always lands on top. A reminder that showing up for another Capitol soirée wasn’t simply a waste of time but another way to show all these sycophants how high he had made it. Now heir to the Plinth fortune he was dressed impeccably. Tigris had helped style him, no more handmade shirts, and the final touch- Grandma’am’s rose pinned to his lapel. Like at most parties he was surrounded by his former classmates who were all desperate to remain in his inner circle- he was an esteemed Gamemaker after all. A glimmer in the distance caught his eye, distracting him from the meaningless chatter before him. He recognized the group as intern Gamemakers but not the young woman, fresh faced and glowing in the candlelight. 

“Who is that?” Coriolanus feigned nonchalance as he tilted his head towards her. 

Festus Creed followed his gaze, “Don’t you know?” 

“How could he know? The Lupus Family only recently decided to establish here in the Capitol,” Pup Harrington said in between bites of hors d'oeuvres. The name rang a bell, stories and information from his various connections coming to mind. 

“I believe that’s (Y/N) Lupus. I saw her the other day with her father, Alicio Lupus, at my mother’s bank” Livia Cardew said, inching closer to Coriolanus. “They practically own all the ranches in District Ten, Alicio Lupus’ brother is the Mayor of the District,” Livia whispered, lips coming close to his ear. Festus and Pup exchange an eye roll at her shamelessness and Coriolanus resisted the urge to shrug her off. Offending a Cardew would never bode well.  

“She’s district, probably going back and forth from Ten to the Capitol like one of her family’s pigs,” Livia giggled, but it sounded like grating metal in Coriolanus’ ears. 

“Don’t forget cows! Oh Panem, I dream about those steaks-,” Pup practically salivated. 

“Imagine living all your life in that District, like poor Sejanus,” Festus tutted. Coriolanus immediately bristled at the mention of Sejanus, his icy blue eyes darkening like an impending storm. Festus must have realized his mistake because his eyes widened, apology on the tip of his tongue before Coriolanus cut him off. 

“I should go make her acquaintance then,” he announces, ignoring Livia’s scowl. It was an opportune moment he thought as you now stood by the bar alone. Perhaps you would be desperate enough to try and get in his good graces, and offer to introduce him to your father. Coriolanus would be a fool not to recognize the Lupus family’s wealth and influence, they kept the Districts fed and the Capitol fat. Any potential relationship he could make was more support he could need when he would take a position in the Government. 

As you took another swig of posca, you thought you had managed to escape more social interactions for the night until a voice made you jump. 

“Hello, I’m Coriolanus Snow. Welcome to the Capitol.”

Turning around you looked up at the man’s captivating eyes, as blue as the sky back home. His pink lips curled slightly at the ends as if he was holding in a secret. Blonde hair pushed back in a neat fashion, accentuating his cheekbones. For a moment you were speechless. Remembering yourself, you gave him your name but you had a feeling he already knew it. 

“Pleasure to meet you Coriolanus Snow.”

His stomach swooped. Coriolanus swore he heard a familiar lilt in your voice, but it was not as strong as Lucy Gray’s and those in District Twelve. No, yours was smoother and made your pronunciation of his name sound like it was dipped in warm honey. 

“How are you finding the Capitol?”, he forces himself to ask, to ignore those dangerous thoughts. 

“It's something...definitely not like back home,” you look around at the extravagant decor. 

“Ah yes, District Ten. I’ve never made my way there but I’ve heard wonderful things,” the lie flows smoothly past his lips. “How grateful you must feel to finally be brought to us.” 

Coriolanus would never miss a chance at making anyone District born feel inferior, all the posca he had been drinking making him loose lipped tonight. Indignation made your hands tingle, but you took a deep breath and clenched the glass tighter in your hands to ground you. 

“I’m surprised you weren’t assigned there as a Peacekeeper. I suppose wherever the songbird called from you followed,” you replied, taking a demure sip from your glass, relishing in the way his jaw tensed. You knew who he was, his story with Lucy Gray Baird. Victoriosa had heard it all from a friend and had no qualms in passing the gossip down to you. If he was going to throw thinly veiled insults you’d have to show him you wouldn’t take them lying down. 

“There’s that famous Lupus bite I’ve heard about,” he grins, taking a step closer to you. The scent of roses fills your nose, the sudden proximity to him making a blush rise up your neck. His hand reached out, moving to push a piece of hair behind your ear but the moment was broken when Victoriosa called out for you, pointing to your father who was making his way out the doors. 

“If you’ll excuse me it’s time for me to get home. I’m sure our paths will cross again,” you murmured softly, dipping your head in farewell. Coriolanus stepped back with a slight bow, eyes never straying from your figure as you sauntered away. Oh yes, like two stars crossing in the night sky, you would meet again. Coriolanus would make sure of it. 

[bi-mirandalawson]

i think i need to spend time with them again. really see how i feel. (im going to replay inquisition. is what that means.)

anyway i still dont know..... which worldstate im going to bring in. the inq is the important part. im torn between mellona (the only one who actually got to punch solas lmao) or romelos (the one who romanced him)

i dont know which set of feelings to give myself first.

[discotenny]

WAIT! You can't love me! - Day 1 Demo

I've spoken about it long ago in my tags- but here it finally is! For Otome Jam 2024- I bring you WAIT! You can't love me!

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For all of your academic career, you were always second best to Satoshi Fujihara. And while you seemed to care too much about it, he never seemed to care at all. In your final semester of community college together- he suddenly says he's going to confess to you in four days!

Do you choose to accept his feelings, or is this going to be the one time you can get the upper hand on him? 

⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩Demo Features⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩

A completed Day 1 of 7 days of events

13k+ words of playable script - roughly an hour to experience everything

A nameable MC with the ability to pick from she/he/they pronouns

1 cute romanceable sleepyhead 

A variable cast of eccentric side characters

4 "routes" for the Day 1 date

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Obnoxiously smart, aloof, hopelessly in love, hella sleepy

Ever since high school he’s had a crush on you, but didn't want to deal with any awkwardness. With the horizon of your transfer looming, Satoshi decides to go out of his way for once and ask you out. Not wanting you to be nervous, he lets you know beforehand that he will be confessing.  

Unfortunately that’s not really how it should go but he doesn’t know that.

Incredibly stubborn, incredibly dense

Throughout high school, you were always labeled as “second best” compared to Satoshi. You have a lot of pent up resentment towards him because he never seemed to care about his successes despite you wanting him to so badly. 

You think his carefree attitude towards his studies is some level of spite towards you. 

Elias Bolkiah - 5'8" - Same age as MC - June 7th - 491/524

Your childhood best friend with an unreasonable amount of hatred towards Satoshi.

Lilit Alighieri - 5'10" - One year older than MC - November 27th - 10/210

Considers themselves in a best friend trio with you and Elias. Questionable whether you feel the same.

Paden Canmore - 5'5" - One year younger than MC - June 1st - 45/120

Couldn’t care less about your love life but feels dragged into it because he likes that Lilit includes him in their gossip.

Yamato Suzuki - 5'9" - 49 - January 17th

Your statistics professor and advisor for the art club. Cares for his students like they're his own children.

⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩Credits⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩

Iotenny - Director, programmer, lead writer

kezukaity - Sprite artist

Autumn - CG artist, co-writer

mellonaes - CG artist

itspsyklone - Main theme composer

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Thanks for reading, and thank you so much more if you choose to play :3 ! I'll be posting some writings revolving around the characters to celebrate the release, thanks once again <3 !

[aroaceleovaldez]

comp of your favorite jason panels maybe?? or maybe an octavian doodle?? i was hit with the silly beam and now i need more blonde roman boys content. mayhaps add any other blonde romans boys you have crafted. i desperately need rick to flesh out camp jupiter the potential is insane - @argoii-official's mod erratum 🤭

MOD ERRATUM!!!!!!! i blow a little kiss to your askblog one mun to another. Tumblr decided it absolutely hated me putting images on this post so I will make a separate one for the favorite deadangelos Jason panels later. A little tiny Octavian for you though (he's grumpy):

and i will dig through my romans to see if there's any other interesting blond boys in there (i still have like two and a half cohorts to design plus messengers and medics, so there is still plenty of opportunity). let's see... oh yes I do indeed have some funky lil blond boys.

Lore for them below the cut:

okay, starting with the canon boys: Jacob i've made a son of Venus and i've decided is best friends with Terrel and Bobby. He's a shy and quiet kind of guy but he's doing his best. Also insert my hc about 5th cohort being more likely to be direct descendants versus legacies here (cause something something lack of letters of recommendation). Also because of a mistranslation about his job title my group chat has decided his demigod weapon is a gun. Julius i made a legacy of Indiges (deified Aeneas) based on his name. I haven't decided too much for him other than I think it would be interesting if Jason used to have a crush on him at some point.

VES okay Ves is fun. So first things first: scene kid my beloved. Scene kid with a bee theme. The joke is the hair stripes. His lore is that he's a legacy of Mellona (goddess of honey/bees) and he has a big ol' crush on Gerard, because Gerard is emo and they have similar music tastes.

Gerard i am going to be completely honest is 100% themed on MCR. I like listening to music when I design characters and I thought it'd be funny also i realized the name Gerard works thematically for a Mars kid. It all came together. Anyways he's emo, he's an MCR fan, no he does not know Ves has a big ol' crush on him. Ves is dying, squirtle.

Edgar is a son of Lua, a goddess to whom weapon spoils of war were sacrificed to. He's just kind of a cool edgy guy. Not pictured is his bestie, a girl named Felicity Pace, who is a legacy of Abundantia and Pax, and is also in 4th cohort. They're opposites-attract thematically (war vs peace, low energy vs high energy) but also they're both fashionistas and extremely dramatic.

Anton is my extremely self-indulgent pointing at Mars and how to the Romans he was also a god of civilization and ideal Roman life, which included him being an agricultural god, so legacy of Mars and child of Ceres. He's grumpy but he's very passionate about plants.

They're all mostly just meant to be background characters fleshing out Camp Jupiter for Deadangelos so they don't have a ton of meat to them, but I like to try and give them all at least something. At the very least a hobby, theme, interest, or relationships. Something along those lines.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Hello! Thank you to @jeeyuns @jamespearce9-1-1 @theotherbuckley @mangacat201 (and anyone else who I may be forgetting) for tagging me in stuff in the past few days! I've been literally zeroed in on writing Both Blade and Branch and then posting quickly, so I haven't had a lot of snippets. But today I do, because the next chapter won't be up for probably a day or two.

Tagging for TidBit Tuesday @pantsaretherealheroes @aroeddiediaz @mangacat201 @fionaswhvre

Snippet from the next chapter under the cut for sure because of SPOILERS.

“HEY!” Buck yells at the guy, lungs reinvigorated with new life. “HEY! GUY!”

“No, no, no,” Eddie tries to hush him.

The manufacturer looks at Buck.

“YOU DON’T GET TO BE IN HEAVEN!” Buck shouts. “You killed way better people than me!”

“Oh, nope,” Eddie starts hurrying them along. “Please, be quiet.”

“What?” The manufacturer asks. 

Buck cranes his head to look at him as Eddie rushes them past. 

“GET OUT OF MY AFTERLIFE, DICK!” 

“Buck.” Eddie hisses.

“You need to tell your boyfriend to sober up,” Mellona snaps at Eddie.

“Oh, yeah, he’s on all kinds of weird shit,” Eddie says quickly. “Sorry, about him. Have a nice night.”

“Eddie,” Buck scolds. “You can’t tell the guy who killed you to have a nice night.”

“Have a horrible life!” Eddie calls over his shoulder. Then, just to Buck. “Better?”

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

I am enjoying your book even more on my reread- every good book should be reread to have the context lacking the first time through- Lila is so gross.

So my question was and is: how is she controlling Gabriel? Actually, I’m wondering how she’s controlling all of them besides Adrien. I’d guessing for Gabriel and maybe Felix, it’s the threat of what she can do to Adrien with the Amok? I don’t have a good guess for why Chloe seems to have sold her soul to the devil for a piece of the wish…

🥺💘 and here i thought i couldn't be more grateful and honored to have my writing liked to such a degree! thank you for coming back for a re-read 💗 and thank you also for enjoying!

you kinda hit the nail on the head already. lila controls gabriel, and all of her teammates by extension, with adrien's amok. it's like a remote that she could make him do anything with. and they all go along with what she says for fear of her hurting adrien.

her control over gabriel (chapter 27):

Gabriel looked at him, and then at Lila. She raised her brows coolly, toying with the chain around her neck, and something in Gabriel’s expression hardened.  “It’s already done,” he said heavily, and twisted the ring on his finger.

he's wearing a fake ring in this scene, and has been for years. she's hidden the real amok on her person, and when she wants adrien to do something, she makes it look like gabriel is giving the orders when really it's her.

her control over felix (chapter 31):

She had Adrien’s Amok, which meant she as good as had Félix’s, too. He doubted Gabriel had simply handed it over. The man was capable of many things, but not of that. He would not have relinquished his power with such ease. He would not have relinquished Adrien.

felix and adrien's amoks are a package deal in this au. if lila breaks adrien's amok, both felix and adrien will die. so basically felix sticks around to make sure lila doesn't force adrien into anything he wouldn't want to do under the influence of his amok, AND to make sure nothing happens to the amok itself. bc then they're both goners.

control over chloe (chapter 10)

chloe was afraid that, if she didn't help gabriel, lila, and felix, they would hurt her and her family. she pretended to be on their side out of a survival instinct - her own form of manipulation, coming from a sense of self-preservation.

There were a lot of things in Chloé’s life she knew she shouldn’t have done, but did anyway. Like turning to look as the fox and peacock Kwamis phased through the wall, or standing her ground as Félix, Lila, and Gabriel darted out of the office in hot pursuit. They all stared at her, and she stared back, refusing to let them know how hard her heart was pounding, or how much her palms were sweating.  Pretend! said a voice in her head. It’s what you’re best at. “Bonjour, M. Agreste,” Chloé said, rather proud of how calm she sounded. She set her shoes on the ugly carpeted floor and stepped back into them, holding her head high and balling her shaking fists as she approached.  She would not be afraid. She could not be afraid. She could never let them know.  “I’ve come for my interview.”

but of course lila found out, and, well. you see the consequences chloe had to face! (chapter 19)

“Besides,” said Volpina, coming forward to slide an arm around Kagami’s shoulders. “We’d like to offer you a demonstration. An example, if you please, of what will happen if you break our trust.”  “An example,” Kagami repeated, trying to shove down the sick lurch in her stomach. “I don’t need—” “Oh, I think you do.” Volpina winked at her, then inclined her head toward Mellona, letting her hair fall softly over her shoulder. “I think you've met her, too. Tell me, Ryuko, what do you know about Zoé Lee?”

not to mention lila headed straight over to kill chloe after she realized chloe had betrayed the team (chapter 30) 🤣

i hope this helps clarify! thank you again so much for reading 💗

[monochromaticwriting]

A little Gabriel Self-ship stuff, because I'm trying not to spiral. Aka: Gabriel has a small crisis related to religion.

Gabriel stood outside Maycella's altar room. They had told him that they were fine with him coming in if he needed them, but he wasn't comfortable with interrupting something like that. Faith was hard for him to come to terms with. It had hurt him many times before, allowing Marie to perish, Trevor to suffer, and him to become a monster, who was worse than Satan.

Much had changed from that though. He still didn't necessarily worship Him, but he was calmer towards Him. It was strange. He had stood in the halls of one of the churches in town, and felt nothing. No presence of anything Holy. Not even as he sat through the service. It wasn't like what he remembered as a human. It made him feel simultaneously angry and sad. Why would He assign Gabriel as His Champion and the Protector of Earth, yet He couldn't appear just to answer some of Gabriel's questions?

He looks back at Maycella's altar room door. Taking a deep breath, he knocks on the door. "Come in!" Was muffled behind the door. Gabriel steps into the room, only to be greeted with the dim lights that hang around the room, and the candles on various shelves that were lit. It smelled of frankincense and sandalwood, two of Maycella's favorite scents. It also smelled of coffee cakes, whiskey, and sugar water; the offerings sitting on three altars.

Maycella was sitting in front of one of the altars, he believed this one was for Cimeries. The black horses that decorated the desk told him he was correct. He looked over at the window, another altar standing there. Mellona was the one this altar was dedicated too, the bees figures and house plants decorating the shelves. Maycella tried to have a small window garden, with.... Oh what did they call it? It was a native plant to their country... Black-eyed Susans! They were sparse, but he found the simple flowers beautiful. They reminded him of Maycella. Speaking of which, they were letting him have a quiet moment, which he appreciated.

They made eye contact and he steps over to them. He sits behind them, and wraps his limbs around them. "May.... What are you doing?" He asks them. It was a soft question, that they were more than willing to answer.

"I'm doing some tarot readings and journaling for Cimeries." They answered, "did you want to participate?" He shakes his head, "no... Not now." There was too much on his mind. They seem to understand that, as they go back to their journaling. He closed his eyes and set his head on top of theirs. Gabriel let the scent of the incense and offerings fill his senses.

He felt it here. The peace that he used to feel in church all those centuries ago. It made Gabriel wonder, what if he was the reason He didn't speak to him? Maybe.....maybe it was time to reopen the door and try again. If he was to be God's Champion, he should make an equal effort to meet Him in the middle. With a soft sigh, he speaks softly to Maycella, "May? Could I... Could we...?" His words trail off, but they knew what he meant.

"Of course." Was all they said, as they both stood up and headed towards the quiet corner of the room. It was a corner with some blankets, books, snacks, drinks, and a... Um... Bean bag! Yes, that was it. Maycella pulled back the blankets, laying down first. Gabriel crawled in, laying his head on their chest. In the gentle glow of the room, the smell of frankincense in the air, and the sound of Maycella's heart in his ears, he closes his eyes, letting his body rest. Maycella picks up a book they'd been reading, carding their fingers through Gabriel's hair.

Two hours later, Marie peeks into the room. "May? Gabriel? You two ok?" She stepped inside the room and looked around. She always loved Maycella's altar room, but she respected that this was Maycella's space, so Marie didn't enter unless with permission. Turning her head, she sees the two sleeping in the corner of the room.

Maycella was on their back, a book slipping out of their hand. Gabriel was sleeping on top of them, drooling on their chest a little. She smiles and steps over, tucking them back in, with a kiss on the forehead for each. Marie turns back and puts out the candles. Gently, she shuts the door behind her. Marie would wake them up later. For now, her and Trevor could handle dinner.

[shiveagit]

Leo's rizz is off the charts

April is here too.

@downinpink Yukio

@sharkonaut-draws Chel

@deepseadivers Lamarr

@blye-flower Mellona

@/cheeky Loreli

@turtsmcgurts Syd

[redlight-academia]

Talked to a friend about my leo x oc ship and the growing toxicity of their relationship and had to write a little drabble about what I was talking about to her. (This is kinda the middle of their development together but I've added enough to give context ^^)

Small drabble under read more ✨

Word count: 870

Mellona swore as she thrust her hips down, almost upset with how good it felt to move against him. He wasn't the biggest nor was his girth anything she'd never experienced before, but the way his hands ran over her hips, gripping onto her as if she was his lifeline — the only thing tethering him to the pleasure of being alive — overwhelmed her so much more than the tip threatening to bully her womb.

"L-Le—mhn," she bit her lip, not wanting to sing his name during their bout of 'mindless pleasure'. It was a small slip up, more silent than the churs and groans the mutant was letting out, but it left her feeling vulnerable, and exposed - showed more of her cards than she was ready to show.

And it was worse because Leo let out an amused huff, just as her hips stuttered.

"W-what?" she growled, her head bowing as she forced herself to focus on the roll of her hips. She forced herself to focus solely on the pleasure she was feeling; don't focus on what it was attached to, just -

"You love me."

Mellona stopped, a sharp inhale the only real indication of the shock she felt. She blinked her hazy eyes to focus a glare at him, scowling at the smug, lovestruck smirk the mutant gave her. Her hand traveled from his plastron, grabbing his face none too gently as if he needed any more incentive to look at her. But he was looking at her too fondly, she didn't want to believe he was looking at her with love or adoration. She must have just fucked him too stupid.

"... What."

The rough treatment and harsh tone did nothing to dissuade Leonardo's arrogant gall. His hands caressed her; one sitting on her upper thigh with his thumb rubbing gentle circles on the sensitive inner thigh, and the other cupping just under her breast.

That one was dangerous, too close to where she knew her heart stuttered against her ribs.

"I said, you love me." He tilted his head, his nervousness completely buried under the conviction of his words, "Great god, you're so in love with me, Sweet Dream."

She placed her hand against his plastron again, almost as if she was trying to put more distance between them despite sitting flush on top of him. She groaned when she tried to remove Leonardo's hand to no avail. Curse his physic, curse her skills relying on her agility rather than strength.

"You're off of it, don't play about such a thing. It's unbecoming of you, Leonardo."

Leonardo - not 'pretty boy', not 'silly man', no endearment, just who he is. A way to put emotional distance between them. Her usual signal to tell him to retreat.

This time, he didn't listen.

Leonardo thrust his hips upward, causing Mellona to lean into the hand against her, holding her thigh against him with the other hand as an anchor.

"And it's unbecoming of you to lie, right, Mel?" He questioned as he rolled her hips against his, emboldened by the way Mellona moaned with each struggling inhale, "No reason to, just like you said, right? I, ah, I know I'm the face man, but am I also your spokesman too?"

She bit her bottom lip, "This is... nnh, this is nothing but a - "

"A physical exchange, and yet you're moaning my name like that? Like you'd want no one else in the world under you? Not likely."

Mellona hated a lot of things at that moment. She hated that Leonardo had the galls to talk to her like that; she hated that the low growl in Leonardo's voice was turning her on; she hated how close she was to coming from him man handling her. She hated that the mutant managed to have her honeyed, deceitful words caught in her throat, forcing her body to confess whatever truths he felt were right.

She hated him. She hated him so much.

She hated that that wasn't even true.

Mellona whimpered, her voice too soft and truthful, even as she told him to shut up.

The amusement dissipated from Leonardo's face, stoicism clinging to his features as he finally allowed Mellona to move on her own. She only got two shaky thrusts in before she realized that wasn't a good thing.

No longer caring about the facade of power imbalance, Leonardo pulled Mellona off of him, pressing her front against the soft fabric of the bed and keeping her pinned down by her shoulder. He pushed into her without a word of warning, churring as the dream eater mewled and clawed at the bedding as she came.

Leonardo pulled her hips flush against his, knowing from the choked moans she let out that he felt too deep, pressed too heavily against that spot that had her losing all sense of herself. Especially when she was already busy falling off the edge of reason.

'Good,' he thought, wanting nothing more than that, hoping it would help him imprint himself on her.

Leonardo leaned down to lowly whisper in her ear, "It's okay, Mel. I can be truthful for both of us. I guess I'll just keep fucking you until you learn the same."

[val1im]

Mellona👾

[monochromedevotee]

Hi! Mono here. Figured I should explain this account!

The header image is right here!

So this is going to be my Digital Altar, a place where I can honor those I worship, and talk a little about my practice. I don't label my practice, but I always try to be respectful towards practices that are closed. So if I talk about wanting to do something, and it turns out it's from a closed practice (Hoodoo, Voodoo, Santaria, Indigenous, etc.) please let me know! I am always looking to learn, but I don't get to practice often because of my current living and work situation.

I will use #Monos Devotion on my text posts. I'll develop more over time.

On that note! My practice will change over time, as well as those I worship. I will try to keep this updated, but for now these Entities are the ones I'm working/worshipping:

Marquis Cimeries (also known as Kimaris, Cimeies, and Cimejes.) The 66th Demon in the Lemegeton. Otherwise known as the Ars Goetia. He is said to locate lost or hidden treasure, teaches Trivium (Logic, Rhetoric, and Grammar), and can make a man into a warrior of his own image. He is described as a man riding a black horse.

I speak to him via Pendulum and Tarot. Though he has been with me for several years, and sometimes we don't need either one to communicate. I will use 🐎 when tagging something for him.

Mellona or Mellonia. She is the minor Roman Goddess of bees and honey. I also associate her with wildflowers and other pollinators.

I speak to her through Tarot and Pendulum. I will use 🐝 when tagging her in something.