#mythology twist

[strangelittlestories]

On Christmas Eve, Ebeneezer Scrooge fell asleep in the server farm of his Cryptocurrency mine. In the background, the soft wash of LED displays and gentle hum of cooling fans filled the basement. He'd recently expanded his operation, having gotten a great deal on hardware in the Cyber Monday sales. So he was sung to sleep by the gentle guzzling of electricity and the slow accumulation of what might (by some) be considered wealth. Throughout the long night, he was visited by three ghosts. The whole business played out more or less as you'd expect, so we won't overly dwell on it here. Where things really started to go FUBAR was when Scrooge awoke… Looking out the security cameras on the snowy morning, Scrooge spied an urchin child. He pressed the buzzer on the speaker and cried out to them! "You, boy! What day is it?" "What? I can't hear you." "Hold on, I'll come upstairs!" Scrooge ran up the dingy stairwell of his minimalist and kinda grungy compound, stopping only to disarm his top of the line security system. He stepped out into the brisk winter, and very nearly forgot to reset the alarm in his excitement. Then he remembered he had prime numbers in there, damn it! So he did reset the primary alarm, but didn't bother with the non-lethal countermeasures, and that was something at least. "Thanks for waiting!" He huffed. "So, boy … what day is it?" "Not a boy!" Came the shrill reply. "Girl, then! What day is it?" "Not that either!" "Look, kid, this isn't a game of what's your fucking gender. Just tell me what day it is!" "It's solstice day, sir!" Said the urchin, looking up at a dishevelled Scrooge with their big urchin eyes. "Wait, really? …You're sure it's not Christmas? I fell asleep on Christmas Eve…" "I guess you slept for near a year, then, ‘cos I celebrate solstice and it's the gods-damned solstice." “I don’t know how to process that!” Cried Scrooge. “Maybe there’s a specific detail you can focus on to ground you?” Suggested the urchin, in a surprisingly helpful bit of trauma advice. “OH!” Exclaimed Scrooge. “Tell me, child, the butcher’s nearby. Does it still have that big turkey in the window?” “The butcher’s closed down six months back, I’m afraid! But I think there’s an Amazon Fresh around here somewhere?” Said the urchin. “That’ll do!” Scrooge rummaged around in his pockets. “Here, take this printout of a Jpeg of a poorly drawn frog and go buy me the biggest turkey you can find in Amazon Fresh. Then deliver it to Bob Cratchet!” “Even Amazon won’t take your NFT bullshit as currency, mister!” “Okay - I can give you cash.” Scrooge paused for a moment. “Do you have Venmo?” “I’m a street urchin.” Replied the street urchin. “Of course I have Venmo.” “Great. I’ll transfer you now - keep the change.” “I don’t mean to look a gift crypto bro in the mouth, sir, but aren’t you famously stingy? Like, your name’s literally a synonym for tight-fisted penny-pinching.” “That’s the old Scrooge. I got visited by three ghosts last night and now I’m a new man.” Said Scrooge, proudly, before added conspiratorially, “At first, I thought I’d just drank a bad batch of Soylent. But they were pretty convincing in the end.” “So you’re going to donate all your money to charity or start a non-profit or something?” The urchin said with open-mouthed awe. "I don't know. It's kind of ambiguous. I might do those things, or maybe I'll keep being rich and be a bit nicer? "Okay, so now you're closer to a Bill Gates rather than full Musk/Bezos on the scale of evil billionaires.” The urchin looked directly into the camera for a full three seconds. “And we’re supposed to celebrate that? “Look, it was pretty fucking radical for its time, okay?” Said Scrooge, snapping his fingers to stop the urchin breaking the fourth wall any further. “Are you gonna buy the turkey or what?" “I dunno, man. On the one hand, it feels like if you really changed your tune, you’d do more than buy one turkey for the single poor person whose name you know. On the other hand, you said I could keep the change. So this really is a bind for me…” “If I’m honest,” Said Scrooge, “I really didn’t think it would be this difficult to be charitable. No wonder Elon is the way he is.” “Sigh.” Said the urchin. Saying the word out loud, rather than just sighing, which I think tells you something about the level of frustration here. “You know what, this isn’t gonna work.” “Huh?” Said Scrooge, somewhat nonplussed. “Spot! Here, boys! Heel!” Called the urchin. In the distance, a low rumbling growl could be heard. Out of the shadows of the misty winter morning, a giant three-headed hound emerged, its jaws snapping at Scrooge in triplicate. “AAAARGH!” Yelled Scrooge, now so nonplussed as to be minused. The urchin pulled out a matte black flip phone, decorated with a few tasteful flowers, and made a call. “Hi Persephone, it’s me, Charon.” Said the urchin. “Yeah, I’m up here on psychopomp duty. Yup, it’s the Ebeneezer Scrooge case - y’know, the tech bro who drank too much Red Bull and had a heart attack? Well, we gave him another shot this year, but he’s still a bit of a dickmagnet. He’s made some progress - he understands basic empathy - but we’re still a bit stuck on the ‘myth of the benevolent billionaire’ stage.” In the background, the sound of screaming tech-bro and snarling monster dogs was fading into the distance. “I think we’re gonna call it for the day and give it another try solstice.” Charon continued. “Yeah, Cerberus is dragging him back to the underworld now. Yeah - he did a great job as the three ghosts too - definitely earned a treat. Cool - see you in a few.” Charon flipped the phone closed and took a deep breath. They took a pair of bronze coins out of a pocket of their ragged hoody, and placed them gently over their own eyes. “Hades bless us. Everyone.” They said to no-one, then disappeared.

#writing #short story #a christmas carol #dickens #mythology twist #honestly a christmas carol is excellent and really quite radical #this just felt like a fun update #and i think a lot of the radical-ness of Dickens' writing gets lost in the twee

[spicyclematis]

KISS OF LIFE as Greek mythological figures

#the greek myth enthusiasts today watching midas touch: it's my time to shine #kiss of life #midas touch #femaleidolsedit #idolady #kiofsource #kiofnet #ggnet #mygifs #kgoddesses #dazzlingidolsedit #kpopccc #natty #julie #haneul #belle #greek mythology #the way i'm so gonna write an essay lol #using greek myths to sing a song about toxic relationship??? that's the proper way babe #but it's interesting how the dude turned into mostly stone instead of gold #i like that they used medusa's story as a twist #anw not to mention athena beefing with both arachne and medusa lol #as a goddess of wisdom.... she wasn't really that wise tbh

[officialdaydreamer00]

𝙴𝙻𝚈𝚂𝙸𝚄𝙼

"The final resting place of heroes and the virtuous.

When the concept of reincarnation gained currency in the classical world, the two Elysian realms were sometimes tiered — a soul which had won passage three times to the netherworld Elysium would, with their fourth death, be transferred to the Islands of the Blessed to dwell with the heroes of myth for all eternity.

Blessed be, the destination of two fated lovers..."

finally closing the book, you let out a soft sigh. it wasn't that you didn't enjoy mythology stories like such, far from it exactly. yet somehow, it always gave you a sense of familiarity, as if you had been through it before.

you shook your head. mythology were just stories people of ancient civilisations made up for their beliefs, of course. that was just a silly thought you had, right?

... right?

you felt a pair of arms snaked around your waist, warm and gentle as if you were made from porcelain. a familiar scent that belonged to your beloved, the comfort of which your confused soul sought for. lips leaving a fleeting kiss to your tensed neck, murmuring a voice, beautiful and soothing, you yearned to hear.

"i'm home."

right, you smiled. it didn't matter much, as long as he was still by your side.

"welcome home."

as long as your bond still prevailed.

your fated, your beloved.

𝙴𝙻𝚈𝚂𝙸𝚄𝙼 — 𝙰 200+ 𝙵𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽𝚃

(From 20th to 30th of November)

— by Lovejoy Studios

A Twisted Wonderland AU sets in an inestimable timeline, where the gods are very much real. And you, dear one, and your beloved are reunited at last, after centuries old of godly tragedies.

𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝:

In Elysium, you may decide who shall play the god, and who shall play the human. Of course, both can be gods, or both can be humans.

I unfortunately cannot stop the tragedies you might have faced in your first lives, though, for Greek mythology shows no mercy for its heroes. That, dear one, you have to figure out yourself.

𝚁𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜:

• You have to reblog this post, and spread the word to the best of your abilities. The more people who knows, the more effective it shall be.

• Seek the Oracle of Delphi and tell her your wishes. You may need to specify your beloved one, and a scenario you had in mind, else the Oracle would tell you a... less than appeal vision. However, if that is what you wanted, then I will not stop you.

• Examples of what your ask should be like:

"What is my destiny with Malleus Draconia? Would it end with us happily in love and dancing the night away under the night sky?"

or

"Tell me my destiny with Jade Leech. Would he truly be my fated one, had we ended up like Theseus and Ariadne?"

Be as creative and detailed as you wish, dear one. I am not here to hinder you from finding your destined end.

May the Fates be kind to you.

format is inspired by the great mage of misery, @ceruleancattail

🏷️ @azulashengrottospiano @aqua-beam @siren-serenity @dove-da-birb @shinysparklesapphires @vioisgoinginsane @shyhaya @hisui-dreamer @axvwriter @names-are-dumb @leonistic @iseethatimicy @cecilebutcher @moonlit-midnight @krenenbaker @ryker-writes @cookiesandbiscuits @minimallyminnie @xen-blank @cave-of-jade @mermaidfanficlibrary @taruruchi @thehollowwriter @edith-is-apparently-a-cat @wordycheesecake @enigmatic-pers @jaylleoo14

note: i might not write for characters i find hard to characterise correctly (i.e. pomefiore trio, jamil, leona) but i will try my best to

#irene's event things ♡ #irene's writings ♡ #twst #twisted wonderland #twst fan event #twst angst #twst fluff #twst x reader #twst au #twst imagines #greek mythology au #soulmate au #reincarnated lovers au #elysium ❤️‍🔥

[chernabogs]

ERLKÖNIG

Inc: Malleus (/Reader later on), Reader/Prefect, Lilia, Silver, Sebek, Ace, Deuce, Grim, and a lot of fae who should not be in this dimension yet somehow are. Wc: Roughly 9k (Currently sitting at chapter 2/23). Warnings: Violence, reference to war, kidnapping, rituals that fae allegedly did in mythology (wild), psychological horror, body horror (not until much later), and the boys are fighting... a lot. Relies heavily on ancient Celtic and Welsh lore (Tam Lin, Thomas the Rhymer, and Oisin I owe u my life) Summary: Your first encounter with the fae was not in Twisted Wonderland, but rather on the coast of a village your grandmother once lived in—where stones bit into your bare feet and the water poured into your lungs as you were pulled to a world so different from your own. It was by cunning alone that you managed to escape, having since pushed those memories aside. But the fae do not forget—not even when you cross dimensions once more—and as Beltane looms, the time for collecting is near.

Chapter 1 (Prologue) below the cut. Check out the work up to chapter 2 here!

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,

With horrid warning gaped wide,

And I awoke and found me here,

On the cold hill's side.

-  La Belle Dame sans Merci, Keats

19??, Dunhill, Ireland. October.

There is an unsettling truth behind the superstitions we hold. After all, why else do we face horseshoes upright, or close our blinds when the sun begins to set? We did not learn to play mute when we hear our names get called at night for no reason, nor did we discover on a whim that blackbirds circling are harbingers of ill outcomes.  

Your grandmother was a woman of superstition. Because she lived in Dunhill, Ireland, you very rarely had the opportunity to see her growing up. This didn’t mean that you weren’t occasionally shipped out to arrive at her doorstep for a few weeks at a time over the summer months.

Your memories of her appearance are mostly flashes of the few moments you saw her. Knotted joints on her body, silver hair hidden behind a headscarf she always wore, and the way her shoulders would stoop with each shuffling step she took. What you remember more vividly was the way she acted when the two of you went out. Her trembling hands—Parkinson’s, you think your parent may have mentioned—would always press an iron nail into yours to put in your pocket before you departed.

“They like to wait on the coastlines,” she had murmured when you asked why she gave this to you. “And they’ll like you the most.”

She would not offer any further information, nor would she let you out until the nail was securely tucked away. Despite how slowly she would move on your many walks along Benvoy Beach, you never once failed to miss the way her sharp gaze would always be fixated on the unruly seas beyond.

She dies when you’re ten years old. Her funeral is a vivid affair. Your grandmother’s humble home has been transformed into a centre of traffic within a matter of hours since her passing, barely giving your family a moment to breathe despite catching the red-eye flight earlier that day. People you have never seen before shaking your small hand and offering their condolences. The strong fragrance of unknown flowers and cheap perfume fills each room, suffocating out any last semblance of your grandmother that may have still lingered. It feels more like they’re spitting on her memory than honouring it. You know your grandmother—she is, was, a quiet woman, and not one for all this pomp and circumstance.

Perhaps this is why no one notices when you sneak out and down the rocky hills.

You slip on several rocks and scrape up your hands really good by the time your feet hit the familiar sandy beach below. With the way the sun is beginning to set, the waters seem to be a wine-red color, swirling in their chaotic fervour to reach the earth you stand on. You pause to take several breaths before kicking your shoes off and stepping forward into that hungry sea.

Your parent will be furious at you for dirtying up your formal garb, but this isn’t at the forefront of your mind right now as your eyes slide shut and you stretch your arms wide. You feel the wind rush along your body and the fragrance of salt overtake you as you spill your grief into the vast waters, letting it mix and swirl into that abyss for a moment of catharsis.

It’s when the wind carries the scent of something pungent that your eyes snap open again. The foulness is brief, and for a moment you write it off as simply a byproduct of the ocean, until it returns again stronger than before. It smothers the brine and has your head turning to look around for the source. You look over your left shoulder at the empty beach around you. The sun continues to set, and your gaze tracks the path of a gull flying overhead before you look over your shoulder once more.

This time, someone is waiting.  

There is an unsettling truth behind the superstitions we hold. The reason why we are scared of things that try to look like us, why we try so hard to ward them off, is because we know that anything that wants to be like a human certainly has no good intent in their heart. This is the case for the figure you see standing on the beach.

They’re wearing the same dark funeral garb you had seen the others in your grandmother’s home wearing. A wide-brimmed hat sits upon their head to conceal most of their features, although you can see scarlet hairs peeking out, and their hands appear to be clasped behind their back as they stand stoically ahead. Despite the winds that bite at your cheeks, not a single scrap of fabric on the figure’s body moves. It’s as though they’re cut from a painting and placed in real life.

You both observe each other in silence. You can feel your body locking up as your mind chants to you wrong, wrong, wrong, over and over again like a mantra. Your right hand drifts down to your pant pocket—you did not take a nail with you before you left the home.

They like to wait on the coastlines, and they’ll like you the most.

Your breath catches in your throat.

The figure smiles—black, sharp, and not quite human. 

Something in your gut tells you to run and you, even as a rebellious child, do as you’re told. Your body twists around to scramble towards the rocks as your feet slip in the wet sand. You completely discard grabbing your shoes in your haste to get away, fully accepting the agony that the stones ripping into your soles will bring as consequence.

You don’t get very far. Whatever is on the beach with you is far quicker than you will ever be. Within moments of you turning, its cold fingers dig into your shoulders. You scream—cry—as the figure leans down and the pungent aroma of rotting fish emanates with each breath it exhales. You thrash and twist in its grip until you face each other, and you lock eyes with her.  

She looks exactly as she did the last time you saw each other. Same knotted limbs, same silvery hairs, same stoop of her shoulders.

She stares down at you. The wind whips the loose strands of her hair around her face, and her eyes are the cloudy blue of the dead as something begins to claw in your mind. You watch as her thin and cracking lips form the syllables to your name—but it’s lost to the roar of an ever-cacophonous sea. The ground surges up around you, wrapping thorns—thorns? —around your legs. They bite into your skin, draw ruby gems from beneath your frigid flesh, and when you lift your head again, your grandmother merely continues to wear her blackened smile at the sight.

You cry out once more, but just like your name, your pleas are stolen away by the winds.

Everything lasts all but a few moments before the sea finally reaches what it has been clawing for. 

#twst fanfiction #twisted wonderland fanfiction #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #malleus/reader #malleus x reader #twst x reader #enjoy the sneak preview of the first 5 chapters lmfao #fellas is it dumb to use media as a promotional material? :/ #anyway i just want to write about. fae doing things they shouldnt #and the fae in twst seem too bloody nice so im pulling on dimensions #in mythology they can dimension hop anyway so <3 not breaking any logic LMAOOO

[theunknowninside]

When you realise Idia, Nico di Angelo AND MAYBE POSSIBLY Zagreus (even though its a bit of a stretch on Zag's part) probably have the same skin colour, which is olive and untouched by the sun, it only proves that Hades' genes only make pale gay nerds.

#mythology #greek mythology #hades #hades game #twst #twisted wonderland #pjo #percy jackson #idia #idia shroud #zagreus #zagreus hades #idia twst #idia twisted wonderland #nico di angelo #nico di angelo pjo #basically off the facts #hades greek mythology #gay #nerdy #pale #boys #sons of hades

[gotstabbedbyapen]

Let me tell you guys a funny story.

A while back, I used to argue with someone on Reddit because this person kept claiming that Hades never SA Persephone.

When I cited the part in the Homeric hymn where Persephone was seen DISTRAUGHT and IN BED WITH HADES and CLEARLY INFLICTED UNBEARABLE THINGS BY HADES, they deadass said: "Just because the hymn said so doesn't mean it means so. Also, the text isn't that clear."

Buddy chum chum, what the fuck do you mean it's not clear? The whole SA was not only implied but is also right there in plain view. Or would you like an explicit description to acknowledge that Persephone was assaulted? Should I dissect the passage into simpler words and spoon-feed you like a baby?

And if the text said so but didn't mean so, what does it mean then? Are there any "clearer" texts about the myth that said otherwise?

Instead of properly debunking mine or bringing out their own evidence, this person decided to shut down their literacy to ignore my evidence.

That's pathetic.

#abuction of persephone #greek mythology #arguing with Hades excusers (the ones that preach “Hades did nothing wrong”) is frustrating #but there are times i get a good laugh from their flimsy attempts to cover Hades' ass in the abduction #if you like Hades good for you cuz we all have our own favorite gods #but if you try to excuse/twist his horrible behaviours it's gonna be a problem

[thaliasthunder]

no bc a live action of the song of achilles would actually be the absolutely ruin of me

#GUYS???????? #IMAGINE HOW FUCKING AESTHETICALLY PLEASANT ALL THE PELION SCENES WOULD BE #ALL ITS SCENES W A WARM SHADE OF YELLOW #IMAGINE TWO ACTORS OF BABY PAT AND ACHILLES IN PELION #SHOWING THEM RUNNING THRU MEADOWS; SPLASHING EACH OTHER IN THE RIVER; CLIMBING TWISTED TREES OR POINTING OUT CONSTELLATIONS??????????????? #BABY PAT LEARNING MEDICINE AND BABY ACHILLES PLAYING THE LYRE #AND THEN SHOWING THEIR TRANSITION TO 16 YEAR OLDS #THE FIRST KISS SCENE IN PHTHIA'S BEACH??????? #IM YANKING MY HAIR #tsoa #the song of achilles #achilles #patroclus #patrochilles #madeline miller #greek mythology #greek myth #books #achilles x patroclus #circe

[h0bg0blin-meat]

Rukmini: There's a spider.

Krishna: *jumping from his seat* SO WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO??

Rukmini: TAKE IT OUT!

Krishna: YOU SAW IT FIRST! YOU TAKE IT OUT!

Rukmini: YOU'RE THE MAN!!

Mohini: Since when?

Dialogue credit: Hardstop Lucas

#Plot twist: that spider was Arachne #Update: Rukmini took it out cuz Krishna wanted her to overcome her fears lol #hindu mythology #mythology memes #incorrect quotes #hindu memes #mahabharata memes #incorrect mahabharat quotes #incorrect hindu quotes #incorrect mythology quotes #incorrect mythology #krishna #rukmini #krishna x rukmini #mohini #hinduism #desiblr #hardstoplucas #hindu myths #hindublr #hindu gods #krishnablr

[secretsimpleness]

hi, new follower here for the exquisite ME fanart, have you played supergiant games' hades? pretty sure that's something i'd love to see in your style

Thank you for the kindness! Regarding Hades, I have some good news and some bad news. The bad news is that it's not my type of game, gameplay-wise. I usually don't enjoy combat for its own sake. The good news is that I did some research, because in this instance I'm perfectly fine with watching someone else suffer with combat. So, at the very least, I did some scribbles for you based on my findings :)

#I am about halfway through the yt playlist so I do not know the full story yet. but I wanted to draw nyx! love her. #I see why it's such a popular title. the art is very nice. I am very fond of zagreus' voice; most of the voices actually. #it's interesting that many of the personalities are switched in comparison to the mythology. the olympians are sooo good and kind - #and theseus is a fucking prat. #maybe there will be some reveals or twists further on but for now. yeah. we shall see! #anon ask #hades game #zagreus #(a younger version.) #nyx #pom of power #comic #supergiant games

[cloudcountry]

hey congrats on hitting 1k followers! i found ur blog a while back n im so glad i did bc ur writing is always so so good!!!! for the event could i get idia + magical girl (gender-neutral) if it counts as one word? if not then just the 🪄 emoji :)

thank you!!!! agsjasgajsjg WAHHHH IM SO GLAD U THINK SO :D !!!! that makes me so happy rgghhgrghgrvdb

dw i can write magical girl for you C:

IDIA SHROUD + MAGICAL GIRL (1k event details)

~~~~~

“Why are you so excited again?” Idia grumbles, tightening the drawstrings around his hood so that his face gradually disappears from view.

“Just give me a second!” you call back to your phone, which you tossed on your bed the second Idia picked up.

“Oookay.” he sighs, staring at your ceiling. There’s quite a few holes in it..he should let you take refuge in Ignihyde one of these days.

Psh. As if. He’d die if you stepped foot in his room, and it’s not like you’d want to anyway.

The phone screen shakes a bit as you pick it up, and Idia leans forward. He’s paying more attention than he’d like to admit, especially when he catches sight of a familiar flowery blouse as you prop your phone up on your vanity. He chokes back an excited squeal when you rush farther back, revealing an extremely accurate cosplay of the protagonist of a magical girl anime Idia had been invested in recently.

“Althaea?!” he squeals, “This is like, a UR+ rarity moment! Are you serious, Prefect?”

“Yes!” you squeal back, jumping around and flailing your arms, “I even have her flowering healing staff, give me a second—”

You rush off screen again and Idia gets the sappiest look on his face. It isn’t fair. You listen to everything he has to say and you even get interested in it yourself.

You’re literally the best. What did he do to deserve you?

#auburn's 1k event <3 #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst x reader #disney twst #twst #idia shroud fluff #idia shroud #idia x reader #idia shroud x reader #greek mythology ref hahahahaha

[adreamingrevenant]

#my first sleep deprived contribution to the Twisted Wonderland Fandom but certainly not my last #well technically second #but this ain't about that #twst book 7 spoilers #twst book 7 #twst spoilers #twisted wonderland #hello TWST fandom have a low quality meme for now #that guitar finally served it's purpose it was like it was made SPECIFICALLY for when I got the urge to throw hands with the Fae Senate #F' those guys roughly with a rusty chainsaw all my homies hate the Fae Senate #Malleus Lilia and Meleanor don't deserve all this #I don't know if it's just because this Book came out at a coincidentally difficult time in my life where I can relate to Lilia even more #but by everything holy and unholy this entire book HURT #although the lore came in at a FANTASTIC timing for an au I'm working on lol #now I take a nap before I figure out how to link ao3 on tumblr via mobile before I work on that #all of my knowledge of years of studying Fae lore and Irish mythology is finally going to come in handy #I wish upon the Fae Senate that their second death feels vaguely like being forced into hot iron shoes and forced to dance to death :) #don't blame Malleus at all for being angry. if he wants to overthrow the Senate I'll be right there with him #twst memes

[incorrect-joseimuke]

Lilia: Adopted kids are the only people who could be sure that their parents actually wanted to have kids.

#twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge #incorrect quotes #source: the mythology guy

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

if i can get even one person to listen to The Mechanisms i would have fulfilled my purpose

#Do you want a tragic adaptation of greek mythology featuring genderless Ulysses (Odysses) as a weary soldier completely grief stricken by #The war crimes they committed? Ulysses dies at dawn got you complete with anticapitalist messages all sung in a cyperpunk blues world #Do you want grim dark tragic fairy tale adaptation with lesbian Cinderella desperately looking for her war criminal wife #Who was kidnapped by an evil space emperor to create army of clone soldiers and is opposed by said wife's sister who is Snow White? #Once Upon A Time (in Space) got you covered #Do you want Arthurian legend figures in Wild West in Space setting where Arthur Guinevere and Lancelot are healthy poly couple and #Mordred is a sympathetic trans man with a 'Love was there but it couldnt save anyone' style story? High Noon Over Camelot #Do you want Norse Mythology in a style of Train Murder mystery with a horrifying twist #Lesbian morally grey Loki and her morally grey wife Sigyn? The Bifrost Incident #They are all in space and are tragedies and fuck severely #the mechanisms #once upon a time (in space) #ulysses dies at dawn #high noon over camelot #the bifrost incident #Listen in that order #for reasons #I havent even talked about Frankenstein or Alice or Hereward the Wake or Redeath #empty thoughts #edit: Yes i am pinning this post what about it?

[cienie-isengardu]

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat mythologies #sub zero #bi han #scorpion #hanzo hasashi #you don't have an idea how much i think about sub zero and scorpion backstories #how similar yet different those are #bi han who never had a choice as he was chosen by lin kuei when he was a kid and his own father forced him into assassin life #most likely killing bi han's mother and the youngest sister to ensure lin kuei clan will get what it wanted #and hanzo who was told by his father to not joining the assassin clan and have a normal (safe) life #but he did so for the quick money (the desire to afford his wife and son the finest in life) #even though we don't know if it was even anything “harumi” wanted in the first place and not just a honest quiet life with beloved husband #free from having a blood on his hands and death around #it is the no choice vs choice dichtomy those two had i miss the most #but also god damn at the twist in perception of sub zero and scorpion that changed drastically #especially now with mk1 kicking out both of those in favor of kuai liang being the “better” scorpion AND better son/brother at the same tim #i miss you my original tragedy (bi han) and walking disaster (hanzo)

[comingyourlugubriousness]

Day 5: Tend to injury/Mythology Au/"Forgive me..."

Idia: "Please stop trying to leave... Yume: "No sulking, I'll be back!"

The top-colored picture is actually old art (my first Yume x Idia art really)! The sketches I did recently. I have thought of the cheesy and cliché Hades/Persephone au with @bunnwich (even though Yume also represents one of the fates in my canon.) If I were to do my version I think it would involve a more arranged marriage aspect, where Yume at first tries to escape the Underworld constantly. But, it's not an easy feat so they end up getting hurt often and to their surprise, the Lord of the Underworld himself is the one that tends to their wounds... I don't know exactly how I would write my own version but...it would have a nice ending. ( ´ ▿ ` ) It turns from Idia gloomily telling Yume not to hurt themselves pointlessly, to him sulking on their lap (even though he knows they will be back) because they have to leave to create spring. This sucks, the mortals can handle a little more winter...

OC x Canon Week

#oc x idia #oc x canon #yume x idia #idia x oc #idia shroud #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst au #mythology au #greek mythology au #long post #sorry! #nightlight and starshine #💀⭐ #twst mc #yuusona #myart #pumpkinart

[gotstabbedbyapen]

The year is 1767. Apollo and Hyacinthus are going on a date at Salzburg University Gymnasium and seeing Mozart's opera “Apollo et Hyacinthus”.

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Apollo: There's this musician kid I've been looking after for a while, he had a lot of potential. He just made this opera about you and me, so I'm taking you to you see it on our date! Hyacinthus: Oh gosh, really??? I can't wait to see the play!

(mid-way through the play)

Hyacinthus: *pulling Apollo out* Love, calm down. It's just a play! Apollo: *screaming* MOZART, I TRUSTED YOU AND THIS IS HOW YOU FUCKING REPAY ME?!!

#apollo #hyacinthus #apollo x hyacinthus #hyacinthus x apollo #incorrect greek mythology #incorrect greek mythology quote #incorrect greek gods #mozart #Apollo et Hyacinthus opera #i've looked into this play and damn the straight-washing is hideous #i understand the current era aren't gay-friendly but geez you gotta do this to one of the gayest couple in mythology? #i know it wasn't Mozart who twisted the story into this #there's this Rufinus Widl guy who remove the homosexualness #this is why the opera is only performed once in Mozart's lifetime #don't want the god of music and plague to curse you and your family