#nypmh

[dde719]

I'm working on a Collab story w my friend called Forbidden Desires. And the way I'm completely loving the tale of best friends Autumn and Winter, and their views of love and sex. It started off slow at first but we getting to the fun stuff now 😏. I been wanting to write this since forever 🔥

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7 presets from Club Walter [recreated]

1. Aquagal

2. Aquaboy

3. Sage

4. llsa

5. Atlanta

6. Aurielle

7. Felicity

[fracturedporcelaindoll]

Beautiful ~

Pier Angeli photographed by Allan Grant for LIFE magazine, 1954

[pixxyofice]

listen. be silly

[thequeervampiric]

look what I saw outside so soon after reblogging the very same bugges so recently

[applepies-and-starlight]

I'm not sure if Pequod has a peg leg like Ahab does (she probably does) but if she doesn't then it's a running gag for Rachel to just. Stomp her on that foot to get her to shut up (or alternatively, stab her harpoon through said foot to keep Pequod in one spot)

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Adorable ~

[the-fiction-witch]

Little Nypmh

Media - EPIC The Musical Saga Character - Prince Telemachus Of Ithaca Couple - Telemachus X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 17+ Word Count - 1008

Not 100% on who made the Telemachus art I used this time, if someone knows please let me know cause I am not sure.

Telemachus stood on the small ship's deck watching as the island came into view. It was only a short trip to have a diplomatic meeting with the king of a neighbouring island, but it still made him feel rather guilty. He never liked to leave his mother alone in the palace, but he had left his best men to guard it. Nor did he like leaving Argos, but he knew the older dog could take care of himself. In years past kings and lords knew the situation of Ithaca, so when discussions were needed they all visited Ithaca. But the older Telemachus had gotten, and the more responsibilities he had to take on, the more of these trips he had to do.

The ship soon came to the stone docks and there Telemachus was met by a commander, who stood by the docks in a long purple robe, with his sword at his side.

“Prince Telemachus Of Ithaca,” He greeted arms open as he stepped closer, “A pleasure to see you again,”

Telemachus shook the man’s hand, “Greetings Lord Commander.”

“I trust your journey was fast and eventless?”

“Yes, by the gods.” He nodded, “Do you know what it is the king wishes to discuss?”

“You’re guess is as good as mine,”

The lord commander led Telemachus through the imposing gates of the palace. They arrived at a small guest suite. With a fire burning, a bed made ready and a balcony with views across the vast water. The curtain���s softly billowing in the breeze.

“The king will summon you when he is ready,”

“Yes, of course. Thank you, Lord Commander.”

“You are welcome, My prince.” He bowed before leaving the suite to attend to other business.

Telemachus sighed and ran a hand through his hair, he had some food and wine to clear his mind. He wanted to sleep but he knew the king had a habit of demanding meetings at strange times and getting angry when the summons didn’t immediately appear to his audience. So he just took a seat on the bed to try and clear his mind.

“Tehe he he he…” A little giggle caught his attention,

He raised an eyebrow and looked around the room trying to find the source of the sound.

“Hee he he he…” Another little giggle came from the balcony,

Telemachus slowly went out onto the balcony glancing around the pillars, until he caught the mysterious giggler.

A girl had her head poked around the pillar but when she saw him she hid behind the pillar,

He couldn’t help but smile as he took a step closer, “Hello? You can come out… Come on? I won’t bite,” he chuckled,

She slowly leaned her head out, a long bubble braid of hair held with silver jewellery hung down almost to her feet,

He smiled and leant on the stone, “Hi,”

“Hi.” she giggled,

“And who might you be?”

“Y/n.” she giggled,

“Y/n?” He smirked, “And why are you doing on my balcony, Miss Y/n?”

“I wanted to see if the prince was handsome,”

“Oh?” He laughed, “And is he?”

She nodded excitedly,

“You’re sweet,” he smiled, “But come on, you need to let me see you so I can tell if you’re beautiful too?”

y/n giggled and happily came out from behind the pillar revealing her body draped by a thin blue and lilac dress with silver jewellery,

Telemachus couldn’t help but smile, admiring her. “I was right, very beautiful,” he softly took her hand to help her down with him where he slowly wrapped his arms around her,

She giggled and happily pushed her body up against his,

“You are very sweet, very beautiful too… and trouble,” he smirked his eyes running over her and slowly his hands slid across her dress,

She giggled and nuzzled her head under his chin,

“Ohh you’re definitely trouble,” He smirked as he tightened his arms around her and picked her up,

She playfully squealed and giggled as he carried her inside and sat down on the bed pulling her onto his lap,

He tightened his grip on her to keep her close running his hands slowly across her body through her thin dress peppering her skin with little kisses, “Humm, such a sweet little nymph.” he smirked his hands sliding down to her thighs, his hand squeezing her thigh hard, inhaling her sweet scent, making little effort to hide the excitement she was causing below his Chlamys, “What’s the matter my little nymph? Aren’t you used to men having this effect on you?”

“Most boys don’t get to see me.” she giggled,

“No? I must be very lucky then,” he smirked massaging her thighs as he pushed up her dress, “Or all the men here are fools not to see how perfect you are,”

Y/n squealed playfully but wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him into a deep kiss,

Telemachus returned the kiss pulling her hard against his body as they kissed, their hands exploring one another impatiently,

But just before he could begin unlacing her dress-

“Prince Telemachus, Our king is ready for his audience with you!” A man called from beyond the door,

Telemachus groaned as he pulled back enough to speak, “Ughh- Yes! Thank you. I’ll be there in a moment,” He softly pushed Y/n off his lap and onto the bed, he got to his feet and adjusted himself so it was less obvious he was so hard below his clothes, “Duty calls my sweet,”

She playfully pouted as she lay on the bed purposely tormenting him,

He chuckled, “Do not be cruel to your poor prince,” He told her leaning down to kiss her again, “I won’t be long. Stay out of trouble till I get back, my little nymph,” He said before he headed for the door, but he had to turn back and look at her one more time,

She playfully waved and blew him a kiss,

He chuckled back and blew her a kiss too, “Wait there for me Y/n.” He winked before he left to go and meet with the king.

[kqutie]

THE NAIAD'S STATUE

relationship : hermes/freshwater nypmh!!reader

sum. : hermes wonders how his newly carved statue got stolen and who the culprit was. when he goes to investigate, he's surprised by what he finds but is equally endeared.

tags. : fluff ; theivery ; shapeshifting hermes ; fresh water nymph!reader ; little mermiad inspired ; reader lowkey inspired by one of my lovies (@mannythemunchkin) ; some devioius antics ; flattered hermes ; devious reader ; they're a match your honour!

length. : 2.6k

a/n : you know the drill, for me, the Hermes I envision is Zieru's gorgeous design -- i am a shameless, loyal simp for her design (。✪ω✪。) anywho~ enjoy the read~

navi.

You spend your days ordinarily, playing with the fish, taking care of the younger freshwater nymphs and dancing near the plunge pool below the magnificent waterfall in your forest. As a lover of exploration and one of the more social naiads, you often shift your tail into legs to socialise with the land nymphs that occupy your river and lake’s forest. Everyone was lovely and you adored freely playing about, often taking advantage of being seen as one of the more youthful, ‘inexperienced’ nymphs to excuse your mischievous behaviour. 

“You’re really quite insufferable,” your close friend huffs, a dryad named Daphni, who was as lovely as her name, “thinking you can do whatever you wish just because you were once a recent babe. But everyone knows that was long ago.” You only respond with a giggle, tickling the vibrant flowers decorating the lush bed of grass beside her preferred hiding tree.   

“You’re right~” you trill, ignoring her fond eye roll at your carefree actions, “perhaps, I’m excused because I am so lovable and sweet.” 

“Lies!” Daphni launches herself at you, commencing a playful tumble about the grass, ending in a giggling heap. “Rather than lovable and sweet, you are devious and utterly. Horrid!” 

“Now you are the one who lies!” Truly, the two of you could be sisters in this right, often seeking each other for company on good and bad days. 

An unnatural, distant rustling breaks you apart, and the air grows still, both of you tensely awaiting further signs that might alert you to danger. Suddenly, male voices become distinguishable as the wheels of a cart rolled along to the clip-clopping of donkey hooves. Humans! Without missing a beat, Daphni pulls you to press against her oak tree as she hides inside and tries her best to subtly manipulate its branches and trunk to properly conceal you from the men slowly approaching. 

“What is it that they’re wheeling up to the temple?” you ask quietly, captivated by the marble statue fastened onto the cart that four donkeys were wheeling up as two men walked alongside them. It appears as though their job was to ensure that the statue remains secure on the cart. 

“Hush! And hide, you dimwit! Lest you get seen and caught by those brutes!” Ignoring Daphni’s protests, you peek past the trunk of her hiding tree to further observe the beautiful statue they were hauling. It depicted a man leaning forward as he ran with vigour on a bed of clouds, winged appendages adorn his helmet and sandals as he holds an unusual-looking staff in one hand, his muscular torso is on full display as his humble loincloth and pouch fluttered in the wind beside him, scarcely to keep up with his speed. 

He’s beautiful…

“I said, hush!” Daphni hissed once again, and you realised you had spoken your thoughts out loud. 

“…Daphni?~” Her breath hitches at the familiar tone of mischief she hears in your voice; it never bode well for her whenever you felt the need to play tricks. “Do me this favour and I will grant you whatever you wish!”

࿐࿔*:･ﾟ

“My statue, missing?…Stolen?” Hermes furrows his brows as a touch of amusement gleams in his eyes. A thief who stole the statue of the god of thieves; how ironic. “However did that happen?” Despite the somewhat disappointing news, he couldn’t help but chuckle as he observed the chaos of the temple below him, “At least there is some decent turmoil and disorder over its disappearance. Ahh~ my guilty pleasure~” He sighs, “But what a shame. I was so looking forward to seeing how it came out.” He laughs and does a somersault in the air, “Surely it doesn’t come close to the real thing~”

The god thought it only appropriate to investigate the scene himself, hopeful of relocating his statue somehow. Who else is more fitting to search for it than him? And who knows? Perhaps he’ll come across the masterful thief who ran off with his statue.

Disguised as a shepherd searching for his flock of sheep, Hermes slowly climbs the gradual slope of the hill leading up to the temple that was to receive his statue. He remembers that the artisan responsible for carving his visage into beautiful white marble was an elderly fellow who would happily die indulging in his craft, but not journey up a hill to get the job done on site. But how embarrassing is it for the god of luck, travel and commerce to lose his own statue en route to the temple? He didn’t want to think about it further, feeling too awkward and uncomfortable with the thought, but was also indecisively hopping between that and the admiring curiosity for the thief who pulled off such a plot. 

“Interesting…” he can already sense the presence of nymphs as the surrounding forest was very abundant, saturated with colour, and flourishing with life. With his distinct hearing, he can also hear their remote murmurings and their light footfalls on the forest floor. He listens closely for a moment, closing his eyes to do so. 

“So what is your wish, my dear friend? I need to repay you for helping me steal—”

“I wish for you to never rope me into such schemes again!”

What’s this?… Hermes needed to investigate further. He might have just found the culprits — but nymphs? What interest do they have in his statue? Hiding in a flocculent shrub, he transforms into a strapping, tawny brown hawk with a keen beak and sharp talons before shooting through the forest, guided by the voices he had pinpointed and considered to be the culprit of his statue’s vanishing. 

“That’s not a wish, Daphni,” You huff with crossed arms before your attention is pulled away by a disturbance in the trees. When you look up, you find a handsome hawk perched on one of the high branches and immediately reach your arms up to it with a warm smile. As a nymph, you’ve always felt acutely connected to nature, which meant that you were especially fond of animals, even those that weren’t in your freshwater sphere. Rather, you were even more fascinated by those that you find on the land above your waters; birds were your favourite, for they dominated the skies so elegantly and moved with a freedom that was similar to how you swim through the rivers and lakes. 

Unfortunately, you couldn’t tempt this particular hawk into your arms, but that was to be expected as a Naiad rather than a nymph of the forest. Oh well… you suppose it’s adorably tilted head of curiosity was good enough for you, it was probably its first time seeing a freshwater nymph on land.

Hermes was intrigued. Before him were two nymphs, one was of the forest while the other…not. He tilted his head, curious that he couldn’t quite decipher what nymph she was; he could only perceive that she had the beauty of a bewitching kind, the type that made him shy away from her open arms of invitation. 

“It is a wish. It’s my wish, and you will respect it!” 

“Alright, alright, your wish is my command~” you finally concede and hug her tightly, giggling when she eventually returns your embrace with a defeated sigh — deep down, she knows that you would, one day, pull her into another devious scheme once again for cannot say no to you for long. Rather than leave you to your own devices, Daphni would rather join as an accomplice to ensure things don’t get out of hand. It was bothersome, but… you’re worth the trouble; not a boring second passes with you around.

“…What did you do with the statue anyway?” 

“I’m taking good care of it, I promise,” the bashful expression you pull has Hermes learning forward,  fascinated by the new charm you display as a character he’s deemed to be quite playful and self-assured; he’s certain that your coy appearance is a rare sight that must be relished. Not only that, but the topic has something to do with his missing statue; he must listen closely. “He is my handsome love, after all. It is now my responsibility to take care of him.”

What?… Hermes is stunned into silence. He doesn’t know whether he should laugh or fall into the sweet warmth fluttering in his chest, giving his heart the same wings as the ones attached to his temporal and sandals. His racing heart and fuzzy thoughts weren’t enough to distract him from the teasing that followed, however, whereby your friend was quick to poke fun at the idea of you being capable of responsibility. 

“I can be responsible!”

“Right. Once in a blue moon, perhaps.”

“Oh, stop it, Daphni!” Despite your protests, the giggle you let out was delightful and sweet, a hypnotic song that captivates him all the more. 

࿐࿔*:･ﾟ

Hermes couldn’t let you go and sneakily transforms from a hawk to a common snapping turtle in order to follow you into the large lake deep within the forest. In his aquatic form, Hermes easily follows you through the waters, amazed by another beautiful image of you, this time fitted with a stunning tail that propels you effortlessly through the lake. 

Following closely, he was guided to a sunny spot underwater where his missing statue proudly stands. Surrounding him is an array of vibrant flora, gracefully swaying in a serene dance as small, glittering fish weave in and out of their viridescent fronds. He looks up and sees the way you’ve arranged for the waterlilies to surround his statue, creating that sunny spotlight just for him. By the way you go about diligently arranging the surroundings, Hermes knows you’re the one responsible for carefully adoring his statue like this. It was a flattering arrangement, and he was touched by the careful thought you’ve put into things — he feels as though his statue getting stolen by you wasn’t such a bad incident after all. 

You’re not like any other thief he’s ever come across before…

Once you were done with the surrounding flora, Hermes took a moment to find a good hiding place to observe you further, wondering just what else you planned to do for his statue. He comes across ample cover in the foliage you’ve set up around his statue, the same ones that draw out the perimeter of his makeshift podium.  

“Hello, stranger…” He hears the evident fondness in your call, sweetly addressing his statue, swimming up to his marble figure, and tenderly caressing his face. You proceed to introduce yourself before asking for his name, only to be met with silence. Not allowing his statue’s lack of response to deter you, you engage with him as if he had answered, smiling and giggling freely as if acting out a romantic meeting — it’s very endearing to watch. To think that a devious thief like you could have a cute and charming side. 

“What a fitting name for one so handsome.” Your hands come up to cover your lips as you giggle once more before you dare to swim down and up to slide into the space between his arm and chest, cuddling into him. Even in his cold-blooded, turtle form, Hermes feels a flush rise to his cheeks as a blazing fire ignites in his veins, infecting every inch of his being like the fever many weak mortals experience. 

“Oh my~ you want to know me better? I will gladly tell you everything there is to know about me, kind sir.” When you nestle against his chest and sit on his statue’s raised thigh, you then take a long moment to admire his carved features up close, tracing your soft fingers over the bridge of his nose, the edge of his jaw, the shape of his eyes and the bow of his lips. At the affectionate sight, Hermes feels his heart jump to his throat, blocking his airway and sending his mind racing. He can’t think straight right now; you’re too endearing and sweet — Gods! What he would give to be his own statue in that moment! 

“How right it feels to be in your arms, my~ is this what they call destiny?” You trace a loopy pattern on his marble chest, “How romantic~…Have the fates destined us to meet like this?”

You don’t get to continue your performance as two strong arms suddenly pull you out of your lover statue’s embrace, shooting up where you go beyond breaking the water’s surface. A scream falls from your lips as the stranger holds you close to his chest, his arms holding you up under your knees and along your back. Involuntarily, your arms quickly circle his shoulders as his tickling laugh fills the air. You dare to look down and you find yourself suspended in the air, your tail having impulsively turned into a pair of legs as soon as you broke through the water. 

You can’t believe it—you’re flying!

“Yes, I suppose the fates have destined us to meet like this, my sweet~” You turn to the voice and gasp. With the little strength you find, you bring a hand to the handsome stranger’s cheek and lovingly thumb over his cheekbone, your eyes carefully tracing his features as your fingers follow closely behind. His looks seem familiar to you, except for his eyes, they’re much more expressive than his…statue…

Hermes’ eyes smile wider when you gasp, and he sees realisation flood your gaze. He’s much more handsome than his statue!

“I am the messenger god, Hermes, and I am here to procure compensation for my stolen statue.” He leans forward, close enough to touch noses with you as his gleaming eyes stare deeply into your own. “What say you, thief?” In your periphery, the small wings attached to his temple flutter adorably, and you couldn’t help but get distracted by them, pulling your touch away from his face to gently caress the soft feathers of his temporal appendages. 

Thankfully, he doesn’t press you for an answer, rather, he enjoys seeing the hypnotised state you fall into when admiring him. He will gladly allow you the pleasure of treating him like the statue he had been envious of a moment ago. The time you spent silently infatuated with his head wings, who stirred bashfully in response to your sweet touch, however, was far too short, and you were soon retracting your touch with a gasp. 

“I-I have nothing to offer as c-compensation. I’m sorry.” You stutter timidly, embarrassed by your easily diverted attention, wholly captivated by him. Not only were you caught in the act, but you had shamelessly admired his features with your eyes and touch whilst so close that you felt his breath on your cheek. Daphni was right, you knew no shame!     

“You have your sweet lips, do you not?” His eyes familiarly catch the light, familiar in that you’ve seen the same look in your mischievous self; however, this time, you’re the recipient and he the instigator. “You have your soft touch,” he brings your hand back to his cheek, where he leans into your palm and turns his face to press a kiss into your thenar eminence. “You have your dulcet voice.” He leans his head down to nuzzle the column of your neck, his nose tracing your skin as he breathes you in. “You have your sweet skin.” He kisses your neck and smirks against your sensitive dermis at the faint gasp you release. Surely, you understand what the rest of his list will state. “Shall I continue, my adorable thieving nymph?”

navi.

a/n : this was quickly written when i was inspired to write a hermes x reader fic so i don't know if i'm going to leave it as is or if i'm going to add onto it later on. nevertheless, i hope you darlings enjoyed the read! -- also, don't tell me you won't play pretend and flirt with a handsome statue when no one's looking ( ｰ̀εｰ́ ) 

And for those curious, this is the hermes statue I'm referring to in the fic; just imagine that it's white marble and life sized, maybe larger than that haha

[enchantedbook]

'Nypmh', costume design for the ballet 'Afternoon of a Faun' by Leo Bakst, 1912.

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Adventure Flock: AT Cast represented with Birds.

Jake the Duck...

and Finn the Dodo

Princess Bubblegum as a Pink and Grey Cockatoo

Her plumage befits her sweet yet limited morality.

Marceline the Marital Eagle

She's scary at first glance, but her rock'n talons and sharp beak beguile a warm downy heart.

Simon Petrikov the Crested Guan

Small, skittish, and unassuming, but this lil guy shines above all the rest in terms of quirky charm.

Betty Grof the Greater Roadrunner

Quick witted, swift footed, and unfettered even by rattlesnakes, this wacky bird will do anything for her boo.

Lady Cranicorn the Oriental Storke

Huntress Wizard the Great Horned Owl

Wise in the ways of nature and a skillful predator, but a complete birdbrain everywhere else.

Peppermint Vampire Finch

At first, one might think he's just a harmless dutiful servant. But this little nightmare is not to be trifled with.

Susan/Kira Albatross and Frieda the Tern.

Two travelers of the sky and seas, never to be parted again.

Lumpy Space Princess the Common Cuckoo

She's a lazy and apathetic moocher, but at least present when needed.

Prismo the Sarus Crane

Is there any wish in the cosmos greater than spending time with this dude?

Giuseppe the Sacred Ibis

The most wondrous and perplexing creature in all of Ooo.

Earl of Lemongrab the Barn Owl

Can be as quiet as a mouse, but has a voice that makes your ears bleed. This guy is just messed up in the head.

BMO the Junco

Who doesn't love a Junco in the winter?

Moe the Archaeopteryx

The wisest of all the birds and men in Ooo

Lemonhope the Yellow Warbler

Billy the Argentavis

The warrior ever, the hero the skies!

Flame Princess the Phoenix

The Mistress of the eternal flame

Water Nypmhs are various waterfowl

Canyon however is Pelegornis

The only one that can handle Billy's ride.

Magic Man the Peafowl

A magnificent bastard through and through.

Vampire King as the Roc

Former ruler of predators until Marcy came along.

Minerva Campbell the Caladirus

She's a helper to the end, even at the cost of her own life. (was a dove before her ascension)

Hunson Abadeer the Cassowary

The most evil of all birds.

The Ice Crown embodies the Snow Owl

Pretty self-explanatory.

The Lich in the leathery wings of the past

Killed off the dinosaurs of old, and now seeks finish off what remains.

[genericpuff]

So I watched ChattyMia's Lore Olympus video which was great and everyone should watch it. It seems most people who do series reviews of the Lore Olympus don't like the comic for obvious reasons. Then I was reminded by the end that the comic is expecting a TV series which is in development hell. It made me think that Rachel might be better off not having a Lore Olympus TV show. Most praise for the series died awhile ago as the story became an utter mess. If it did get a TV show, people will see the early red flags like the age gap, the treatment of Minthe, trying to excuse cheating, Hades horrible behavior to workers, nymphs being discriminated with no pushback, etc. If some of them read the comic for spoilers they would later see the other big red flags of the series. Excusing slave labor, Persephone threatening the lower class, Hera getting with Echo a 'trash nypmh' as she once called Minthe, Apollo gets community service, the continued mistreatment of Demeter etc. Which I feel will cause everyone to go 'wtf is this series? 50 Shades of Grey mixed with Keeping Up with the Kardashians?'. Then you have to wonder if some of them will do a deep dive and find the stuff about Rachel's tie to Lolita. It would be especially bad if a bigger content creator talked about it. And we already know Rachel doesn't handle criticism the best (i.e. the struggle street tweet, the Minthe cosplay situation or even the merch). So I could only imagine how much worse it would be for her if Lore Olympus got a TV show and more eyes got drawn to it and her. It would no longer be just confided to the web comics fanbase but the much larger TV one. Unless Rachel seriously considered rewriting the TV script (or rekindling it lol) I don't see how a TV adaptation of her show would be good press for her.

Yess I've seen that video, it's great! She did a great job summarizing a lot of the biggest core issues with LO's story and art without getting too lost in the sauce (though god knows the rabbithole of LO's issues runs INCREDIBLY deep in an equally fascinating and "oh god what the fuck did I just read' kind of way), her video editing was very entertaining and her Persephone cosplay was a great touch 😎

That said, regarding the thought of "most people who do series reviews of LO don't like the comic", there is an amount of bias we have to acknowledge there - there's often a lot more to say in the negative rather than the positive. By extension, people who simply enjoy LO and don't participate much in the online discussion surrounding it or the discourse concerning it are less likely to make 2 hour videos analyzing it. So while the popular opinion of LO has shifted more towards a negative point of view, that doesn't mean that fans of the comic don't exist - it's just that most of those fans are blissfully enjoying the comic and can only sum it up as "it's very pretty and the plot is great", whereas many people who didn't enjoy it are more likely to voice their opinions as to why in far more explicit detail (though on the flipside of that, it also goes to show that there's a lot more to analyze in LO's flaws than its strengths - it's ironic that the fans often don't have much to say beyond "it's cute" or "I relate to Persephone" and anything further than that is relegated to pure headcanon pieced together by assumption and best guesses to make up for Rachel's lack of writing).

All that aside though, regarding the TV adaption, at this point it's less a matter of reception and more a matter of relevancy. The perfect time to release or at least show us proof of the LO TV show was years ago, when the comic was at its peak between 2020-2021. The second best time was at last year's NYCC when Rachel was a headlining guest. The fact they still had nothing to show for it at this year's NYCC, with Rachel nowhere to be seen and instead focusing more on the Freaking Romance adaption with Snailords filling the role as their featured guest (an equally if not even more problematic creator), is astounding, but unsurprising.

To me, LO feels like a real life case of "Tortoise and the Hare". Back at the start of it all, in 2017-2018, it was doing what no other comic on the platform was doing, presenting us a retelling of the Hades and Persephone story - which was very popular on Tumblr at the time - through a modern setting and with art that was incredibly unique for the platform. That, paired with WT's aggressive marketing, propelled it far ahead every other comic on the platform, creating a gap so massive that even the comics in second place on the trending tabs still weren't even close to LO's lead in terms of stats and money.

But then it got complacent. Quality of the comic's writing and art dropped, it was becoming increasingly obvious that LO had become no more than a marketing grift akin to the likes of Harry Potter - easily turned into books, t-shirts, socks, coloring books, figures, etc. - and that gave way to an increase of criticism towards it, criticism that had always somewhat existed even as far back as its days on Tumblr, but was now amplified by the existing ongoing proof that LO was never all it was cracked up to be.

Now, at best they shill $200+ figurine pre-orders, but the show is nowhere to be seen and, with the comic now finished and locked behind Daily Pass, its relevancy is dying out. "Rachel Smythe Presents" still has nothing to show for itself, Rachel's IG and Twitter seem to be purely for merch-pushing by the Inklore team, and Rachel has, at best, two new series that she suddenly announced but, in her words, don't even have anything written or planned for them yet beyond the taglines that were thrown together for her socials.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Greek myth retelling industry is in a renaissance. Hades is still a massively popular game, with its sequel now in early access; Epic: The Musical has been making waves on Spotify and TikTok far exceeding that of LO's in terms of audience reach, and even has more to show for itself in the way of official animations than LO ever has; and now Kaos has recently launched its first season after being in production since 2018 - yes, you read that right, it got commissioned around the exact same time LO became an Originals series which suggests the idea for it was already floating around and being pitched prior to LO - and, frankly, has beaten LO at its own game by achieving everything LO set out to do - weaving a Greek epic-style story in a modern setting, balancing romance with prophecies and world-ending stakes. It took a while, but Kaos made it past the finishing line, while LO has been dragging itself behind it, still making empty promises that a TV show is "still in the works" and "coming soon", with not a single thing to show for itself.

LO may have gotten a head start in being the "sleek, modern, sexy Greek myth retelling" by the virtue of being a weekly webtoon, but slow and steady wins the race - the productions that have taken their time cooking in the oven are now coming out as beautiful and delicious as we, the guests at the table, were told would be, while LO is simply the short-term gratification junk food that bombards us with gimmicks but sits like a rock in our stomachs and leaves us unfulfilled and wishing for a better meal.

Those better meals are here now and they were absolutely worth the wait.

[dayshift-confessions]

I desperately need to share this idea somewhere sorry. Uhhhhh animation idea I've had since I listened to Epic The Musical (which you should do btw). Specifically the song "Monster" from the Underworld Saga...

"Is the Cyclops struck with guilt when he kills? Is he up in the middle of the night?" <- Dave killing kids

"Or does he end my men to avenge his friend and then sleep knowing he has done him right?" <- Show Henry also here, marking Dave as the Cyclops & Henry as his ""Friend""

"When the witch turns men to pigs to protect her nymphs is she goin' insane?" <- Dee attempting to kill Dave, her "nypmhs" being the childrens souls

"Or did she learn to be colder when she got older and now she saves them the pain." <- Dee both as a child & then as the Puppet, first in Fredbears then in the Bakerfield location, also her hugging the childrens souls

"When a god comes down and makes a fleet drown is he scared that he's doin' something wrong?" <- Steven springlocking an employee, synced with the snapping sound from the music

"Or does he keep us in check so we must respect him and now no one dares to piss him off." <- Steven again? A bit more unsure of exact details for this one but you know. Steven.

"Does a soldier use a wooden horse to kill sleeping trojans 'cause he is vile?" <- Peter rigging the springlock suit for Dave, maybe hesitating a bit

"Or does he throw away his remorse and save more lives with guile!" <- He finishes rigging the suit, transition to the saferoom door being covered up.

Anyways. Uhhhhhh uhmm. Bye again 💥

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[laritamiauu]

In your opinion, which character/s from epic would -In a modern au- know the peppa pig theme song off by heart?

If they we're in a modern au i think this would tottally be Circe and her nymphs, like i imagine circe having some kind of orphanage or smth we're she takes care of the lil nymphs, and the lil nypmhs LOVED PEPPA PIG, Circe was absolutetly so tired of hearing that stupid song everyday

[angelicxboi]

i had to force myself to make her bright pink notes about LO Persephone in MY MIND

Shes 22-23, not 19.

She's also taking a mesh course, focusing on myth legends, ancient greek and literature. This major (or minor?) allows her to have insight into other gods, since she was raised with only Demeter and Hekate and many myths and history is vastly unknown to her. (She's probably in her final year, which allows her to also get an internship with Hades.)

Since she was raised essentially as a mortal, she is easy to empathize and "live" in a way that many gods on Olympus can't. Since nymphs can 'die', Persephone also can experience lost and mourning in a way that most gods can't as well.

She loves her mom, but like any adult she went to school on Olympus to get away from her. Many things about her mom is unknown to her, and vice-versa. She's a good kid to Demeter overall, though.

Her wrath is entirely her own. It was never a gift from Eris, it was never a curse. It's hers, like how her kindness is her own.

(She 'escapes' to Olympus after she kills a mortal after he ruins her mothers sacred tree.)

Athena, though maybe not by blood, is her elder sister-figure. Speaking of relationships here's all her major ones > She is friends/sisters with Artemis and Athena. Athena is the elder sister and she's probably actually a professor at Olympus university, she is definitely more involved than in canon, though. Daphne and Minthe, she naturally is just really close to nypmhs. she's not really close to any men, except maybe Helios and Hermes. Apollo is in a maybe.

She initially falls in love with the idea of Hades. Her feelings aren't just "oh big man with money~" it's more so the adventure and unknown of the underworld, the idea of death, the promise of freedom and discovery-everything that Hades represents, but Hades himself? It's definitely not love at first sight...

She's not straight, or cis. no god is, really.

[elainsgirl]

GA/EL's are now saying that SJM never wrote Lightsingers to lure by making people feel anything. That lightsingers lure by altering their own faces to appear as friendly. So saying she makes Nesta and Azriel feel anything is wrong because even lightsingers can't do that. They don't glow or sing. So Gwyn can't be one. You thoughts?

Do you think maybe she's a siren type nypmh? also like she and ianthe are the only people with teal eyes do you think there's something there?

This is the most we know about Lightsingers,

They appear as friendly faces, simply deduction will say that it means they offer you comfort, make you feel safe - act as a friend. No, they don’t “alter” their faces. They come to you and basically act friendly- its an appearance, an act to lure you to them before they make the final kill.

Common sense, Lightsingers must act by making you feel safe and comforted by them -> Gwyn appeared as friendly face both both Az and Nesta when they felt lost/angry etc.

The whole glow and singing aspect imo is Sjms way of showing us that Gwyn does have magic. LightSINGERS, there is a reason singing is included. I just find it sketchy Elain gave Az earplugs specifically as a solstice gift then he meets someone who he hears sing which causes his shadows to sing…thats way too specific to be a coincidence especially considering Elain is a seer. you know in Ice age - the continental drift - where Manny and the gang get seperated from the rest of their family and end up drifting in the ocean, later on encountering siren like creatures:

These guys ^ this is what I think Lightsingers are. They appear as friendly faces and simply lure you in.

Does that mean Gwyn has to be evil? No. Do I think there is a possibility she can be manipulated? Yes. Do I need Gwyn to be a Ls for elriel to happen? No, Gwyn does not affect elriel in the slightest.