#otp: andromeda and perseus

[aliciavance4228]

If you were to comment on what is attractive about OTPs, how would you describe those ships?

yes, this ask is just an excuse for those who received it to ramble about their OTPs

To be perfectly honest I do not really have any OTP, nor am I an expert in relationships. Overall I can say that I like healthy, fluffy and cute couples. Or at least the endearingly sassy ones.

Nyx and Erebus give off Gomez and Morticia Addams to me.

Chiron and Chariclo is a highly underrated one, but there's a lot of potential to it and you can insert whatever headcanons or ideas you have onto them (I personally view them as one of those cute old couples).

Cadmus and Harmonia's relationship was the only peaceful thing from that cursed family tree.

Perseus and Andromeda's love story almost seems like a classic fairy tale, where the hero saves the princess from a dragon and they two get married and live happily ever after.

Demeter and Iasion (in Ovid's Metamorphoses where they have a long-term relationship) is equally an wholesome and tragic myth.

I can stand common tropes such as "enemies to lovers" only if it's a well-written, developed relationship (Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy) instead of some cringe romantasy rubbish.

[superkooku]

If you were to comment on what is attractive about OTPs, how would you describe those ships?

yes, this ask is just an excuse for those who received it to ramble about their OTPs

OK, I'm not the biggest shipper out here. I usually stick with canon couples and see if one of them particularly catches my eye. So don't expect much fanon.

Also, I love healthy relationships. Not perfect, ofc, but functional couples that bounce off each other either in a cute or chaotic way. Kinda like what @aliciavance4228 said.

And since I'm in a big Greek mythology phase, ofc some couples are included.

(finally, quite a few of of them overlap with @margaretkart 's post about it. We even ramble about them in DMs. By the way, the pretty fanarts come from her blog, so if you like them, I suggest you check it out).

Here's my list of OTPs and why they're amazing.

Dionysus and Ariadne

Let's get the most predictable one out of the way 😂.

First of all, I'd like to thank @margaretkart again for feeding me with absolutely beautiful art of this couple.

Then... what can I say ? I love the whole messages of second chances and healing behind them, their personalities, the fluff, the vases of them are adorable, Ariadne being involved in the cult (like as a helper in fighting off Perseus for exp), the crown of stars. Everything about these two makes me smile, honestly.

When I was younger, I just knew that Theseus dumped Ariadne and that was it. Kinda sad. But seeing her get a happy ending after everything she lost is so much better ! Especially with someone as interesting as Dionysus, who will certainly not be afraid of her darker backstory.

(I don't think mr. "I plotted Pentheus' death" will have a grudge over Ariadne betraying her family, lol 😂)

Also, there's potential to exploit some darker sides as well, especially about their backstories. Anyways, 10/10 romance. Next.

OdyPen

It's pretty obvious, seeing how many salty complaints I have each time Odysseus is shown as a cheater and Penelope as "boring" (no she isn't).

It's mostly the Odyssey version, since Penelope is more fleshed out in the original text, but the Epic version gave pretty songs about them so I like it too :3

I mean, LOOK AT THEM. They're so in synch, there's even a whole world describing them. "Homophrosyne". They think alike, they're literal soulmates. They're lying, scheming goobers who are so beautiful they attracted a lot of unwanted attention. They're patient, persistent, they carry everything on their backs, I mean, they're actually so compatible it's amazing.

Who doesn't like a good story of longing, trials and tribulations until the emotional reunion ?

Howl and Sophie (HMC)

Both book and movie versions for very different reasons.

The movie one speaks for itself. Many of us were touched by how beautiful this couple is. This movie is so full of emotions, sincerity and gives us fluffy feelings. Exactly like this couple.

The versions from the book ? They're just so funny 😂. They argue all the time, but not some duper toxic stuff like in some BookTok. They have married couple arguments, they bicker, they're both so beautifully flawed (especially Howl. If you thought he's dramatic in the movie, then he's that times 100 in the book).

Other couples I (really) like

And a quick explanation of why I do :)

Ares x Aphrodite : what can I say ? Love and war go hand in hand. Plus they bounce off each other well and can easily be a very interesting power couple if used well.

Undyne x Alphys (Undertale) : I really like their vibes, yk ? Very cute and fun little couple. Classical opposites attract and with similar interests. Undyne, the mighty and heroic warrior and Alphys, our favorite otaku scientist. Anyways, I like them, even though I don't talk about them that much.

Guts x Casca (Berserk) : the struggler couple. Seriously, after all of the horrors they went through, these two HAVE to get a happy ending, otherwise I'm gonna flip. Their rivals to lovers relationship was sweet and, although Guts' internal demons almost threatened the whole thing, he quickly got over himself and put her security first.

Maomao x Jinshi (the apothecary diaries) : first of all, yay season 2 will soon come out ! Then, I really like this slow burn and how each of them is fleshed out. They have similar vibes to book Howl and Sophie in some ways. Jinshi is a bit too much at times but other than that, it's pretty good. Especially seeing how many potential cringe stuff a setting like this could bring in a badly written story. Also I just love my poison queen Maomao so much :3

Also, their silly moments are so funny, especially when you think it's gonna be romantic. And nope, it's Maomao fantasizing about poison or herbs or shrooms or something like that.

Hephaestus x Aglaia : mainly because I rarely hear about them and I'm angry now because it's basically the healthy version of Hephaestus x Aphrodite

Zeus x Hera : ok maybe the most surprising entry in the list. They're kinda my biggest exception for healthy couples, but they're so hilariously disfuncitonally and intensely in love, it's impossible not to notice them.

Perseus x Andromeda : yes it's partly because of @sarafangirlart's posts about them, but the relationship is so simple yet beautiful. It's a match made in heaven.

Aladdin x Jasmine : three words : my entire childhood. Like in HMC, so many fluffy scenes.

I mean look at them :

(also I'd maybe add Hades and Persephone when done well. Or if a retelling shows them being mighty rulers and doctor haters together. NOW I'm listening 😂)

I'll probably go back to this post and add new ones if I find them.

[sarafangirlart]

Your persomeda content made me change my otp and become a shipper of them too. Not sure if I should love or hate you for that.

Thank you? lol what was your original OTP if I may ask?

[margaretkart]

What ships do you have for Dionysus? Do you ship him with anyone other than Ariadne?

Nope my main ship is him with Ariadne. Sometimes i like drawing his previous relationships like with Ampelos but other than that the main OTP is these two (🍇🧵)

I doesn't feel right to me ,when a relationship is already canon for over millennium and described with such love and admiration, to separate them

Same with couples like:

Penelope x Odysseus

Andromeda x Perseus

Eros x Psyche

[dootznbootz]

About mythological ships:

What is your OTP? (favorite romantic/sexual relationship)

What is your BROTP? (favorite platonic relationship)

What is your NOTP? (the opposite of OTP)

You can say more than one in each category if you want

How fun! Thank you for the ask! :D

For OTPS:

OdyPen and MenHelen (Helen x Menelaus) are my ultimate faves. I genuinely love them so much. They plague my thoughts constantly. They go on double dates.

for other ships that I enjoy: DioSthe and Patrochilles (QPR or romantic, I enjoy them either way), Ares x Aphrodite, Ariadne x Dionysus, Apollo x Hyacinthus, EROS X PSYCHE. Ctimene x Eurylochus, Laertes x Anticlea, Periboea x Icarius, Tyndarius x Leda, Andromeda x Perseus, Hector x Andromache, Telemachus x Polycaste, many many more but I DO enjoy these ones a lot :3

For BROTPS:

Penelope and Helen, (they are technically related but you know) Odysseus and Menelaus (THEY ARE HOMIES), Helen and Hector, The Virgin Goddesses definitely have brunch together (aroace icons), Ganymede and Hebe (you know they have so much gossip). The Achaeans as a whole, I love comradery. Telemachus and Pesistratus too.

For NOTPS:

OdyDio (I don't think I've ever hated a ship so much before, sorry not sorry lol. If you bring up pederasty, I'll kill you.), Helen x Paris/Deiphobus, Odysseus x Circe/Calypso, Hephaestus x Aphrodite, Odysseus x Polites (My Odysseus is Penromantic/Pensexual and my Polites is an AroAllo mad lad lol. they are homies though), Penelope x the suitors, (...ew :/ ) Penelope x Circe (EWWWW), Telemachus x Antinous. Anything with the Tele-GONE-y

That's my thoughts on Mythology ships for the most part :3 Thank you for the ask, Dear Anon!

[galindadaae]

Stumbling Kisses

okay we know the drill at this point we are on day 5!!!! a quarter of the way through this challenge already!!! 

@hufflepuffhermione  gave me this prompt: 2. moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed

September 1923

She shouldn’t be doing this. She really shouldn’t be doing this. But she can’t seem to resist. She takes one look at him, at her husband, and she can’t keep her hands off of him. And with this new pregnancy, of which Matthew still knew none of, she has been more taken by him than ever.

They had started challenging each other- who would be the most daring in public, etc. Usually this just meant a hand a little lower on the back than normal, or Matthew’s hand resting on her knee under the table during dinner.

Now, halfway through the second course, she was already breaking new boundaries. As he talked to the person on his left (some poor bloke with the government named Charles), Mary’s hand rested on his knee. She saw his eyes widen almost imperceptibly, and grinned to herself. The game had begun. She loved having him at her mercy; almost as much as she enjoyed being completely at his.

This Charles (Charles Blake, Matthew had informed her) was researching estates in the aftermath of the war, and had recently been sticking his nose into all of their business. It was mind-numbingly boring. Talking of work all day is one thing, but at dinner there must be at least some more interesting topics. However, her husband (ever the gentleman), answered all of his questions clearly and concisely. Matthew was explaining to this interloper about their success with the Tamworth pigs when Mary’s hand moved to the middle of his thigh and squeezed. She didn’t even dare to look at him- instead maintaining the conversation she was having with Evelyn on her right. She heard a sharp intake of breath before a wheeze and coughing. Mary turned to Matthew in alarm. She had meant to tease her husband- not kill him!

But after a strong pat on the back from Charles, Matthew was able to quiet himself and resume the conversation. That’s enough for now, Mary thought. Wouldn’t want him to expend before dessert was served.

---

Mary let out a small whimper as the door to their room slammed behind her and she was backed up against it. Matthew was normally so gentle, but she honestly loved when he lost control- and she let him know. She was often concerned that all of the servants were listening in on their marital activities- but when he was doing that with his mouth and his hands were there she couldn’t bring herself to care.

He removed his lips from the sensitive spot behind her ear and set her free from the door. It was her turn now. She took off his jacket and kissed him so hard that he backed up. There was a moment of fear when he fell backwards, but it was only into his chair (one of Mary’s favorite spots to make love). She looked positively ravenous as she climbed onto him. From then on it wasn’t long until clothes were shed, cries mounted, and peaks were reached.

Afterward, as they sat together on the chair, skin sticky with sweat, Matthew kissed Mary’s temple. She sighed contentedly.

“You would think,” he spoke quietly, “that after how close George and Eleanor came, and after how much we’ve being doing that, that we would have a nursery full of children by now.”

“Well,” Matthew looked up at her quickly. “Maybe not full,” she said as she stroked the hair falling down in his face, “but still growing.” She smiled lightly and put his hand where their third child was growing.

Matthew didn’t have to say anything for Mary to feel his joy. She moved his hand off her abdomen and intertwined it with hers before kissing it. She grinned as she felt his other hand adjust to be able to stroke the bump that would soon make itself known.

She touched her forehead to his. “I know I don’t say it very often, but I love you….There’s no one I would rather live my life with.” He pulled away to kiss her forehead. They stayed like this for hours talking of everything and nothing before finally retiring to the bed in preparation for the next day.

[kingmakings]

You’ll be my Mary, always.

[galindadaae]

Listen...Alli writes some of the best MM around. (Maybe one day I’ll finish the next chapter of our fic together lmao)

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” Mary x Matthew

The late afternoon sun gleams as Mary leans against the window, her eyes scanning the blooming grounds in front of the house. This is unusual for her, this waiting. She always looks forward to Matthew’s homecoming from Ripon, but staring wistfully out the window has always seemed a pitiful attempt at emulating an heroine in a romance novel; something Edith might do, perhaps, in her own weak attempts at romance, but an absurd habit for Mary.

And yet she wishes to see him the moment he arrives home from work, for she cannot wait much longer. So she stares out the window, rather hoping no one comes by to see her. 

The arrival of Matthew’s bicycle on the grounds coincides with the sound of footsteps down the hallway, and Mary takes one last lingering glance at her husband as he rides his ridiculous contraption up the gravel path. Eight years ago, she might have mockingly laughed at such a sight. Now she finds it endearing, understanding that the return to the law, the bicycle, all of it is an outcropping of a desperation for normalcy, even in a very different situation. She might have minded even so, but since George’s birth, he has cut his hours back to spend time with his family, and Mary can hardly fault his careful balancing of his time. He is busy, but she hardly feels neglected.

Except today, it seems.

Mary turns away from the window, just as a servant rounds the corner. She walks towards the stairs purposefully, as if she had been heading that direction the entire time. As she descends the stairs, she watches the front door, expecting Matthew to come through any minute.

He does not.

Frustrated, Mary begins to pace the great hall, wondering where he could have gone. Usually he simply leaves his bicycle at the front of the house, too eager to see his wife and child to take it back to the garage where Carson thinks it belongs. Maybe he is back there?

Mary opens the large door at the front of the house, surprised by how heavy it is. She follows the path that he likely would have taken to get back to the garage; she has followed it enough times to order the car.

Just as she approaches the garage, a car pulls out of it, Tom driving, with Matthew in the passenger seat (an instant relief as Mary has not been comfortable with Matthew driving ever since his accident on the day of George’s birth; he has since recovered but Mary’s anxiety about his driving has not). Mary rushes up to the side of the car, glad to see him.

“Matthew! I need to speak to you about something,” she yells. Tom stops the car briefly to allow them to speak.

“I’m sorry, darling, can it wait? Tom and I have a meeting with a tenant in ten minutes, and it seems as if we’re already going to be late,” he replies, taking her hand and kissing it. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

Mary, having spent so long waiting at the window, hardly believes this, but nods in acquiescence. “Very well. Have a good meeting.”

He waves back to her as Tom drives off. Mary presses her lips together and sighs, turning back towards the house.

Her news presses at her, and every minute she goes without speaking with him causes her more anxiety. She spends the rest of the afternoon in the nursery, playing with George, who, at nearly 9 months old, is crawling everywhere and pulling himself up on every piece of furniture he can find. While Mary had never considered herself a fan of babies, she normally finds his antics rather endearing, and his babbling sweet. Today, it simply presses on her more, and her head begins to ache.

It is almost a relief when the dressing gong rings and she gives up her son back into the care of the nanny. That was one fight with Matthew that she did win; while she doesn’t like the idea of her son being wholly raised by someone else, she is frightened of being the sole caretaker. Matthew has encouraged Mary to break with tradition in several realms, but this is one tradition she cannot fully break off from.

Every minute, she hopes Matthew will come back, so that she can get a weight off her chest. Every minute, that hope grows stronger. And with every tick of the clock, she is disappointed.

Matthew is still not back by the time Mary is changed for dinner, and only bursts through the door after Anna has left and as Mary is fastening her earrings. “I’m so sorry, my darling, our meeting went much longer than expected. I must change quickly, everyone else is already downstairs. You probably ought to head down and plead their mercy for my tardiness,” he says, laughing as he kisses the top of her head.

“Are you sure you don’t have just a minute to…”

He shakes his head as he opens the door to his dressing room. “I’m afraid I’m already late enough. But after dinner, I’m all yours. And perhaps we may be able to leave somewhat early?”

Mary sighs as he closes the door behind him and throws her necklace down in frustration. Now she has to suffer through a painfully long dinner. Besides all that, her headache is getting worse and every few minutes, a dizziness seems to reoccur. Food does not sound appetizing, but she dutifully makes her way downstairs and explains Matthew and Tom’s late arrivals.

Dinner is, as expected, a painful process. Mary can barely touch her food, and finds herself getting more and more frustrated as Matthew goes on and on about his meeting that interfered so much with her own plans. Everyone’s voices seem to get further and further away as Mary can focus on nothing but her own dinner. Her head pounds more and more, and she feels nothing but relief as her father suggests they all go through together. Matthew comes by to take her arm and she is grateful for the support as the dizziness has returned, and she isn’t entirely sure whether she can make it to the drawing room alone.

Just as they step through the door together, Mary feels a wave of exhaustion his her and leans against Matthew more, suddenly collapsing into his arms. For a second, everything goes back.

When she wakes again, everything is slightly fuzzy. She blinks a few times to orient herself, and sees that she is being carried up the stairs. “Matthew,” she murmurs.

“Shh, shh, you’re alright.”

“What happened?”

His blue eyes meet hers, and for a moment there is nothing else in the world but those ocean eyes. “You fainted, straight into my arms.” He gives her a nervous chuckle. “You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

If Mary had felt stronger, she would have laughed. He could not hide his fear at all, even under a bad joke. “Clearly I did,” she whispered. “You don’t need to carry me, you’ll strain yourself.”

“We’re here anyway,” he says, pushing open the door and laying her down on the bed. He strokes a few tendrils of hair that have come unravelled from her chignon. “I called for Dr. Clarkson, he’ll be here in a few minutes.”

“Matthew, you didn’t need…” she begins, but he puts a finger over her lips.

“Just rest, I’m going to go meet him and bring him up,” he says, nodding to Anna, who has followed him up the stairs. She brings Mary a cup of water and Matthew leaves again.

Mary leans back, taking a drink. In truth, she doesn’t feel all that much better, and despite everything, she still can’t manage to have a conversation with Matthew. If only she could talk to him, he’d understand. She closes her eyes, willing the pounding in her head to go away.

Dr. Clarkson knocks on the door a few minutes later, Matthew trailing close behind. “Lady Mary, Mr. Crawley tells me you fainted this evening?”

Mary nods slowly, and shoots a glance at Matthew.

“Perhaps I ought to leave you alone,” Matthew says, although the tone of his voice indicates there’s nothing he’d rather do less.

“Do you have any idea of why this happened?” Dr. Clarkson asks, as he sets his bag down on the end of the bed.

Mary shrugs. “I may know of a contributing factor…”

It’s hardly fifteen minutes before Dr. Clarkson opens the door to allow Matthew back into the bedroom, although to Matthew it seems hours. “Mr. Crawley,” the doctor begins, “you’ll be pleased to hear that your wife’s fainting spell was not an indicator of ill health, and is perfectly explainable.”

“What… what was it, then?” he asks, his voice trembling with anxiety.

“I’ll let your wife tell you,” Dr. Clarkson says, closing the door and leaving Matthew alone in the room with Mary.

He rushes to sit beside her on the bed, holding both her hands. “Mary, are you sure everything is…”

��Everything is more than alright,” Mary says, squeezing his hand. “I’ve been trying to speak to you about this all day, but I suppose it’s better now that it’s been confirmed anyway.”

“What can you possibly mean?” he asks, feeling his heart beat faster than normal in his chest.

Mary shakes her head. “Matthew, just allow me to… Well, you see… there will soon enough be a new addition to our family, and it seems this one likes to lower my blood pressure and make me dizzy. It’s not uncommon, you see, but…”

Matthew’s mouth drops open and he hardly can absorb what she is saying before he stops her. “You’re pregnant again? But George is hardly nine months old, and is it safe so soon? How could…”

“You know perfectly well how it happened,” Mary says, with a smirk. “And while it’s not ideal for my body, really, millions of women have done the same. And after we struggled to have George, I can’t imagine you wouldn’t be delighted.”

Matthew lets out a chuckle that turns into a grin. “Oh, Mary, I’m more than delighted! I’m surprised at the timing, of course, but I’m absolutely thrilled. I only wish it hadn’t taken such a fearful exhibition for you to tell me.”

She leans toward him and pecks him on the lips. “Well, that, my darling, was entirely your own fault. Perhaps next time, you ought to make some time for a conversation with your wife.”

He laughs and kisses her back, this time much more passionately. “Perhaps I should.”

[aliciavance4228]

Draw ur moots otp chibi style chall.

I unironically searched on Google to see what does "moot" mean lol ("English is my second language." moment).

I suck at drawing but...

Before asking, here are the references:

I imagine Perseus having sandy (dark blonde/light brown) hair, blue eyes, and overall a boyish, innocent appearance. I like to consider his journey a metaphor for his transition from childhood to manhood. Also in my head he resembled young Björn Andrésen before being sent to behead Medusa.

I've seen lots of people either perpetuating the hundreds of years old tradition of whitewashing Andromeda or making her black, but I wanted to try something a little bit different. I imagine her having the appearance of the Aethiopians, which ancient poets likened with the modern Middle East, North Africa and Northern India. Also, her father had egyptian roots, hence why her outfit is inspired by the ancient egyptian clothing.

Sorry for the unnecessery explanations, that's just me rambling about anything.

[sarafangirlart]

I just realized that what you're going through is basically what I'd be feeling if there was a bunch of retellings on Dionysus and Ariadne's story but all this bunch is like Jennifer Saint's version where the marriage is unhappy and Dionysus is "as bad as the others". And Ariadne ends up with idk her half-brother Asterius instead.

But it's with Perseus and Andromeda that are OTP-worthy but somehow done dirty 99.99% of the time. And I can't even integrate the Medusa retellings in my analogy but they're defo a criteria.

I feel your pain 🤣

I’m tired man I’m so tired 😭

[ladyinthebluebox]

OTP Theme Song

I was tagged by the awesome @obvidalous to share a theme song for my OTP. Thanks for tagging me! <3

Oh god, oh god a theme song for Sybil and Reyes... I have countless fitting them in one way or another but I think that Enjoy the Silence (performed either by Anberlin or Ki:Theory) perfectly encapsulates one of my major HC for them.

All I ever wanted All I ever needed Is here in my arms Words are very unnecessary They can only do harm

You see, my HC is that they didn’t confess their feelings to each other. Well, not with any ‘I-love-yous’ at least. 

For Andromeda and Garrus I chose Space in my Heart by Bernhoft. The moment I’ve heard this song for the first time a sort of ‘Shakarian lamp’ lit in my head... A mention of a velvet dress, floating in space and the whole tone of the song just fits them perfectly.

I’m tagging @perseus-huntress @vorchagirl @naromoreau @noonvraith & @starsandskies - 0 obligations ofc ;)

[galindadaae]

Neck Kisses

It is day three of my challenge with Alli @hufflepuffhermione and i got the prompt : following the kiss with a series of kisses down the neck. 

This accidentally turned into a short one-shot, and will likely be continued at some point. 

        November 1941

Mary resolutely continued her mission to ignore her husband. She had made it through dinner, and only had to make it through the tedium of the drawing room before she could retire. Although, she mused, when it was time for bed she would have to decide whether or not to banish Matthew to the dressing room.

As Matthew tried to catch her eyes across the table, Mary turned her head to their middle child, Mabel. She asked her about her day, and while she listened to Mabel’s response her eyes wandered back to Matthew. His jaw was clenched, and he cut at the food on his plate with more vigor than was decidedly necessary. Good, she thought. That’s what he deserves after his behavior.

Soon enough dinner came to an end, and the family moved into the drawing room. Matthew sighed in relief as he was finally alone. He drank his port quickly- he never stayed long now that Robert had passed and he was Lord Grantham. The news of a second world war had finished him, and he succumbed to a heart attack just three months after the war began. The last bit slid down his throat. He put the glass down less-than-delicately, and walked to where his family was waiting. Now he could finally talk to his wife. But as he wandered over she flitted away, preferring to talk to their children that had remained home during wartime- Mabel, Cecilia, and Billy.

He knew she was worried about how the war was affecting the members of the family that had remained at home. It was her way of compensating for not being able to check in on her eldest son and eldest daughter. She had once confided in him that she didn’t think she could be a good mother- that her cold upbringing wouldn’t allow her to connect with their children until they were older and out of the nursery (after all, that’s what had happened to her). Matthew watched her casually moved her hand over Billy’s back absentmindedly whilst listening to Mabel and Cecilia bicker. He never had any doubts.

He didn’t know what was bothering her, but decided to let it be until they returned to their room. Instead he spoke to his youngest until it was the boy’s bedtime. Matthew decided that, as the girls were still chatting incessantly, he would head to bed. Maybe it would hasten her return to their sanctuary.

As he bid his daughter’s goodnight, Mary looked at the floor. He thought she looked particularly emotional in that moment, but brushed it off. It was childish of him, but she had been ignoring him. If she wanted to speak to him, then she would. Matthew apparently had done something wrong, and he nearly stomped up the stairs like a child in frustration. She was acting like how they did in 1914 so many years ago. He thought they had gotten past this.

        An hour later he had changed and read in bed until he heard the door. He sat silently as Anna helped Mary ready herself for bed. Anna could sense the tension between the couple even without words (maybe the lack of words was the biggest clue). Mary sat at her vanity, rubbing lotion into her hands, and looked at him through the mirror before dropping her eyes and saying, “I think it would be best if you slept in the dressing room tonight.”

Matthew was silent for a few seconds. “Excuse me?” he said in disbelief. He was only home from the war office for three days. He hadn’t been back to him home in almost a month- and she was banishing him from their room? “For what reason?”

“I wasn’t aware that I needed one. After all, it is my room.” She bit back, but there was too much emotion in her voice for him to remain unconcerned.

“Mary, look at me.” He waited until she did. He walked over to the vanity where she sat, looking particularly small and helpless. “What’s wrong?”

She huffed and got up. She walked to their bed and pulled back the covers with more vigor than was entirely necessary. “You know,” he said from across the room, “I can’t apologize for anything when I don’t know what I’ve done.”

Her eyes were icy as they looked at him. He shrugged. The casual gesture finally pushed Mary over the edge.

“How could you?”

 Matthew looked startled by the venom in her voice. “How could I what?”

“You didn’t tell me about the bombings you and Eleanor got caught in.” Her voice lowered. “You didn’t tell me that you helped others get in before you, and that you barely made it into a safe place before the bombs fell. You didn’t tell me that this had happened three times in the last two weeks.” He walked over to the bed and kneeled into front of her.

“I can’t shirk my duty, Mary. I made sure Eleanor would be safe, but there were others I needed to help.”

“Others to help? What about your family?” What about our lives together?

“What about the families of everyone living in London? Darling, we aren’t special.” Mary remained silent, and Matthew kissed her on the cheek. He heard her sigh, and moved his lips to her lips. She kissed him back softly, and he moved his lips down her neck. He was only home for three days, and he could never get enough of her. He began to move her negligee to gain access to her chest when she pulled away. She walked to the door and opened it.

“The dressing room.” His jaw dropped slightly. He saw tears streaming down her cheeks. He walked over to her. Oh, Mary. His hand moved of its own accord to wipe them away, but she turned so he couldn’t reach her face. “Please, Matthew.” She finally looked at him, eyes clear. “I can’t sleep next to a man who doesn’t value his life with me.”

Matthew was indignant. “Mary, nothing matters to me more than the lives we built together!”

“Evidently not!” She threw back, “As you seem perfectly content to help others even if it means leaving your family behind!” She took a shuddering breath. “We need you, Matthew. I need you.”

And despite these words, she gestured for him to walk out the door.

He did. 

[keithsauxia]

ppl are super upset abt keith and acxa’s relationship this season and it seems like they never saw it coming. haha joke’s on y’all. my otp is canon and i (or we) get to be smug abt it (btw acxa was super hot this season i can’t handle it)

i knew we were gunna get this wave of misogyny but i’m still disappointed. everytime keith and acxa had moments it was shrugged off or people insisted she was his twin cousin sister aunt.

i use to go in the acxa tag a billion times a day now i haven’t seen this much hate since she shot lotor in the ass. its so upsetting, i got anons telling me i was wrong for pointing out the romantic heroic nature of keith and acxa’s meetcute and comparing it to the MOST common romance troupe ever (perseus, andromeda, giant beast about to devour her)

i wish we had it more played out but like. keith has BEEN ready to get to know her since she saved his life at the kral zera (which i guess ezor and zethrid saw??? lmao) that scene is what really solidified it. people just don’t wanna see what they don’t wanna see.

i made this blog after season 5 because there were 0 keith/acxa centric blogs. most people insisted they were related or were quiet. i wanted to make a space to celebrate a “monster/human” relationship where the girl was monster-coded because that shit is hot af. acxa is hot af.

i mean i blocked a billion people when i first went in the tag because of the sibling bs…guess we just gotta block a billion more and celebrate positivity with this ship where we can find it ❤️

[fictile]

9, 12, 13, 17 !!

ask your local archeology major  !!  ╱  accepting.

 9. what are your top five otps?

odysseus / penelope thank you god bless

medea / revenge  ---  you have no idea

ares / otrera  (  thanks steph  )

icarus / the ocean

perseus / andromeda

dionysus / ariadne

12. who is your favorite poet? why?

I answered this  [  here  ]  but didn’t say why whoOPS  !!  so homer because the odyssey is my favorite written work of all time but I think anyone who talks with me for any length of time knows this because I can’t shut up for the life of me lmao.  sophocles because I love  ??  studying the oedipus trilogy  (  do NOT get me started wheezes  )  which means you basically have to love sophocles or you seek death  &&  aristophanes wrote my favortie greek comedies skfjdghsdfg  (  the lysistrata is a riot  )

13. if you could time-travel to the classical world for a day, where would you go and why?

screams why would you ask this of me  !!  I would go to minoan crete because  1.  the minoans are my favorite ancient civilization  2.  god I wish we knew their language / writing system sobs into my fists  3.  I am one of the people who believes they were a matriarchal society  (  which goes against so many civilization conventions but the evidence is there  )  &&  if nothing else I just love the minoans so...

17. if you could recover one lost work, which one would it be?

also answered  [  here  ]  and ALSO didn’t say why man I’m on a roll but  !!  the torjan cycle is a very very important piece of literature for the ancient greeks  (  and modern society but that’s another story for another day  )  but basically the entirety of ancient greek beliefs  &&  what have you is structured off the the trojan cycle.  their whole society based its principals on this myth set.  I do not think there are words out there to describe how important this piece of literature was  (  if nothing else the romans inserted themselves into it for a reason  )  and we only have two tiny portions of it  ---  like think on that a whole culture developed around one myth and we have two small books.  what the fuck.  where is the rest of it  ??

also the odyssey is my favorite story  &&  odysseus is my favorite greek hero thanks for coming to my ted talk  !!

[thalsrph]

Thank you for tagging me !

tagged by: @garnetrph​

rules: choose any three fandoms (in random order) and answer the questions, then tag 10 people you want to know better

i choose:

The Legend of Aang/Korra 

Chuck 

Greek Mythology 

the first character you loved:

Azula, Toph & Lin Beifong 

Agent Casey (actual spirit animal)

Selene & Patroclus 

the character you never expected to love so much:

Zaheer

Jeff

Ares 

the character you relate to the most:

Toph 

Agent Casey 

Eris 

the character you’d slap:

Katara

Agent Bryce & Sarah

Zeus

three favorite characters (in order of preference):

Toph, Lin Beifong, Iroh

Casey, Lester, Big Mike (and Captain Awesome I cry hes hilarious) 

Patroclus, Eris, Ares 

a character you liked at first but don’t anymore:

Suki (in my optinion, they just made her so bland ?? like I was hoping for so much more from her) 

Ellie 

Paris 

a character you did not like at first but now do:

Zaheer

Diane Beckman 

Orpheus 

three OTPs:

Toph x Sokka, Mai x Zuko, Korra x Asami 

tbh I do not ship anything (most definitely not Sarah & Chuck, I just like the humor ??? I completely agree with Casey when he says  "Great! The Most Annoying Romance In My Life Is Finally Over! Downstairs Now. Come On!") I guess I ship Casey and his job (at buy more and as an agent) 

Patroclus x Achilles, Perseus x Andromeda, Selene x Endymion 

i tag: @sarahsrp @rcserph​ @pocmuzings​ @hvrringtvns​ @shackleboltrps​ @kaivstherpc​ @adriarps​ @parkhyesoo​ @sunlitrpt​ @lynrps​ & @ anyone else who wants to do this as well!

[sarafangirlart]

About mythological ships:

What is your OTP? (favorite romantic/sexual relationship)

What is your BROTP? (favorite platonic relationship)

What is your NOTP? (the opposite of OTP)

You can say more than one in each category if you want

1. There’s tons of those but I gotta pick Perseus and Andromeda

2. Poseidon and Hera (I will never forgive Kaos)

3. There are TONS of those but for rn is Agamemnon and Cassandra just…. Why….