#* second muse // helios

[fatcdrcam]

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[i4oba]

nct dream as… / times of a day 𓈒✳︎🚃

[— might be a little suggestive here and there!]

✰ 6:45 am .. jaemin

helios, through the half lidded eyes of yours was there to greet both of you at the same time—you could feel its hands coming near your bare body, the rays of the sun hugging your shape perfectly, casting such beautiful silhouettes behind, you and jaemin blending all together in your hazy state. you could feel the weight of his arms on your waist, hugging you so tight, sweet nothings leaving his lips, barely above a breath, hoarse voice laced with sleep. his scent, the sweet fragrance is dizzying, the warmth of him engulfing you just as much as helios’ breath of the morning; the sky is rosy, as if it was blushing while taking its time to fully wake up, faint shades of orange and yellow dancing through it endlessly. it’s such a beautiful way to start a day, with your lover all over you, deeply ingrained in your existence.

✰ 1:20 pm .. chenle

with the fierce determination of hermes, an arm slung around your waist; you were there—sun burning the uncovered skin of your shoulders, sweat making its way down on your temples as you took a look at the beautiful postcard in your hands, quickly snatched from a souvenir shop you passed barely twenty minutes ago. with such beautiful words and phrases, cursive letters and the scent of blooming flowers, you handed it over to your lover, hands aching to intertwine. he takes it, honest smile on his face, mumbling something along the line of “i’m the luckiest guy around”, wanting nothing but strolling around the foreign city for the rest of the day, stopping just for a minute in front of a pastry shop. there are freshly baked croissants!

✰ 3:25 pm .. jisung

was it all just a coincidence or did he know about all of it, you cannot be quite sure of but you, in fact enjoyed the way he pulled you straight into the sudden dancing flashmob. the sun was shining, birds singing endlessly along with the folk music played by a kind-looking band of teenagers, flute and harp harmonising together with the occasional sound of the guitar; you did not know how to dance or what kind of dance you should think of, but your lover pulled you closer to himself and took the lead, precise moves following one another as you felt yourself become a gracious nymph all of a sudden, trapped in a human’s fragile body. “honey, you’re doing so great,” jisung beamed happily, hands travelling lower on your skin, smile so wide and heartwarming. “i love you, so much,” he mumbled into your ears, voice losing the battle against the beautiful music.

✰ 7:05 pm .. jeno

with dionysus musing in your ears, you take a sip of the rich, sweet red wine your lover poured a few seconds before. the important event you two should have gone to long forgotten, with absolutely lust filled intentions you touch jeno’s rosy lips, tugging at his messily made tie, thighs rubbing against each other as you pulled him closer to yourself. the voice of dionysus slowly fading, you could feel the inviting hands of eros, guiding every movement of yours with extra care, fully planned with a hint of sinful acts. you sighs against your boyfriend’s mouth, not caring about consequences, reputation nor anything else, as you put his hands on either side of your hips. you wanted him—you needed him at that exact moment, the taste of his lips intoxicating, almost too permanent.

✰ 8:50 pm .. renjun

with lips slightly parted, tongue darting out to wet them quickly, renjun focused on the way your bare body looked behind the canvas. he couldn’t keep his eyes off of your curves, the way your hands did such a bad job at hiding yourself, timid reflection making it all too complicated to even think about anything but you. he felt drunk, as he watched your neck, the beautiful thighs of yours, wanting nothing more than to look deeply into your eyes and touch you, touch you everywhere he can and everywhere you’d let him to do so; you were everything and even more, compared to helen of troy, magical and enchanting, alluring. “can you please finish that painting, my junnie…” you mumbled quietly, shaking your head slightly. “i need you.”

✰ 10:45 pm .. haechan

“you should never come back to this studio, man, taeyong will kick your ass,” you laughed so hard, tears were about to fall out of your eyes, replaying the freshly made song of your boyfriend. he was a self proclaimed master producer but the thing is—it was rather funny than good. of course you appreciated his effort in making a lovesong for you, to confess for the hundreth time and once more. you were his muse supposedly and even if it was unlistenable, you loved it. at least more than taeyong, who would be furious if he knew you two were there, late into the night, making out on the couch of his studio until your lips were swollen, out of breath and with only one thing in your mind: love, love and love. you would never do anything else, even if it meant taking the risk of battling twelve times like heracles.

✰ 11:35 pm .. mark

being faced with the rolling credits after god know’s how many movies being watched, you slowly rested your head on mark’s shoulder. you reached out for his hand so you could take it in yours, not caring about silly actors’ and actresses’ love affairs or the world ending in front of you. all that mattered was the two of you, the adoration you felt for him, how he needed to have you close to him. his hair falling into his eyes, you tried to brush it away from there cautiously, caressing his cheek ever so lightly. you’ve never wanted to kiss him more than you did at that moment, every rational thought vanishing from your brain at the beautiful sight of him, as if he was the long lost son of the oh so wonderful aphrodite. “do it, love. kiss me and i’m yours,” was all he said quietly.

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[minhosimthings]

To bring the Stars down

Synopsis: In which you have a late night stroll with your lover

Pairings: Hyunjin × fem!reader

Warnings: fluff fluff fluff, mention of food, did I mention fluff

A/N: HYUNJIN BRAINROT WOOHOO. Look it's his fault HE JUST HAD TO POST THOSE BF CODED PICS ON INSTAGRAM DIDN'T HE. I'm telling you, they got instagram accounts to make us more delusional. Also I know this is really short but look my brain couldn't write anything more without me giggling every two seconds. This is for my darling @astraystayyh . May this make you as delusion as you make me everyday 😚

The night sky is an interesting thing isn't it? To describe the night sky is to describe a prism. Many sides, one surface, yet a thousand colours passing through it, making it a painting no frame could handle. And yet humanity has been afraid of it, fearing what the dark may bring. Of course it may bring chaos. But hasn't anyone thought about how it could bring calm? Calm as in to look up at the stars and wonder which one loved which? For when you love the stars, why would you be afraid of the night?

"Darling?" Hyunjin's eyes slowly shot open, feeling his legs being attacked by an invisible force, the invisible force being you, fidgeting around and twitching in your sleep. Hyunjin leaned slightly over to you, watching as your eyes were screaming to open up. Your breathing was shallow, and your forehead was covered with cold sweat, glistening under the influence of the soft moonlight coming in through the windows.

"Darling." He shook you by the shoulders gently, "Darling wake up." You could feel Hyunjin's warm hands caress your head as your eyes shot open, your body almost about to fall off the bed. "Nightmare?" Hyunjin whispered into your ear, voice raspy, as you sunk into his comforting embrace, like a ship succumbing to the sea. You hummed in response to him, not being able to get words out of your mouth. Your throat felt dry and all you wanted to do was stare up at the ceiling.

"Would you like to talk about it?" Hyunjin said, keeping his tone quiet, as if he was talking to a broken child. "No." You mumbled, as Hyunjin drew shapes onto your back with his finger, "Just want you." It seemed childish to you, to admit that you needed a person to comfort you when you were upset. It was as if you were a child, throwing a tantrum because her birthday balloons were green instead of pink.

Hyunjin smiled into the crook of your neck, where he has buried himself, like a rabbit burrowing itself into a hole. "Do you want to go for a walk?" Hyunjin suggested, loosening his grip on your waist, "See the pretty stars?" "Please." You sighed, letting out a breath which was trapped in you for what seemed like a cosmic year.

You dressed yourself quietly as Hyunjin stood outside in the living room, having dressed himself at the speed of Helios' chariot. "Wear a scarf my muse." He picked up a scarf of deep red wool from the hat rack, an unusual place to keep scarves, "I don't want you getting sick and missing our pottery date this week." He added as an afterthought. It made you smile softly, the way he would try to cheer you up. It reminded you of the time you first asked him the lingering question, 'why do you love me for who I am instead of who I pretend to be?', and he answered with something that you swore would have been the cause of your tombstone, 'Because you cannot love a rose, without pricking your finger on its thorn." He kissed your forehead, "Because you cannot paint a picture without having a flaw." He moved down to your nose, "Because the stars would never be beautiful without the night sky." Great first kiss wasn't it? A memory you'd hold onto for all of eternity.

The wind was chilly tonight as you roamed the streets with Hyunjin, causally willing away time. The lights from the few shops that still remained open, slightly blinded you, as you could see the owners contemplating whether or not to shut down for the night.

"Wait here darling." Hyunjin squeezed your hand before disappearing round an alleyway, leaving you all alone on the bench. The streets were quiet, an invincible fact considering that it was nearly midnight. Your eyes lingered up to the sky, tracing all the stars which rested on it, quite akin to freckles dotting someone's skin. You spotted a peculiar figure along the far right. No one told you Venus would be visible this late tonight. It decorated the sky well, like the mole on Hyunjin's face, which you would have loved to curl up in, like a cat snuggling up in her bed.

"Ta da." You heard a voice behind your ear. Hyunjin was holding a bouquet of magnolias, with tiny periwinkles gently poking out the corner. "I got us hot chocolate too." Hyunjin put two paper cups down on the bench, slightly adjusting his scarf. You took time in amusing yourself on how his cardigan and scarf made him look like an old suburban grandma, who'd knit the prettiest sweaters for her grandkids for Christmas.

"What's going on in that pretty mind of yours?" Hyunjin interrupted your train of thoughts, stiring his hot chocolate with the plastic stick. "Nothing." You smiled, "Just you and your stupidly beautiful face." Hyunjin raised a hand upto his chest, faking an expression of shock, which made both of you laugh out loud, the sound echoing through the night. The winds of Notus, Boreas, Eurus and Zephyrus ran through time like an expatriate, as you sat and sipped on delicious, gooey, melted chocolate. The best invention man ever made, you thought.

"Want to talk about it now?" Hyunjin quietly mused as you edged closer to him on the bench. You let out a breath and let your head lean on his shoulder. "I had a dream that you fell into a blackhole-" you started to realise how silly it all seemed, "-and that you never came back and your last words were 'How could I ever love you?'" Hyunjin stayed quiet for a while after you said your words. "it's silly." You mumbled, wearing a defeated look on your face. Hyunjin turned to look at you, his face all pink from the chilliness of the atmosphere. "Well I guess I can't go to work tomorrow." He sighed dramatically. "Why not?" You chuckled, sensing that he was about to do something silly. "Because-" his eyes widened, "-I have to find dream Hyunjin and destroy all his paintbrushes! How dare he do that to the love of my life!"

Your face widened into a grin as you laughed out loud, holding your stomach. Hyunjin's eyes crinkled as he smiled widely, his plan of making you happy working. "You wouldn't ever destroy paintbrushes." You gasped for air, loosing too much in the process of laughing, "Even if they were owned by someone you hate." Hyunjin merely shrugged at your words. "When it comes to you, my muse-" he embraced you tighter, "I would destroy the night sky to bring the stars down."

#hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin fluff #hwang hyunjin fluff #hyunjin drabble #hwang hyunjin drabble #skz #stray kids #stray kids drabble #skz drabble #skz fluff #skz imagines #skz fluff imagines #bye bye now

[wanderingmind867]

Each of the twelve original Titans and who they fought for during the Second Titan War:

Let's start with the obvious ones:

Kronos: Naturally leading his side of the war. I hate Kronos, but this one is obvious.

Hyperion: Serving as a Commander in his brother Kronos's army. We see him during the Battle of Olympus, so this one is pretty obvious.

Iapetus: Fought for Kronos, only to lose his memory and become Bob. I really doubt you can kill a Titan (you can't kill Kronos, at least), so I imagine Iapetus/Bob is still out there after the Heroes of Olympus series. Maybe he's finally regained his memories (I can't remember if he already did that). He deserves that much, at least.

Crius: I believe the Lost Hero says that Crius fought the Roman demigods while Hyperion got to fight the Greek demigods. So Crius almost definitely fought on his brother Kronos's side.

Coeus: According to the Percy Jackson wiki, Coeus fought with Kronos. I don't think we ever saw him in the books though. I guess Coeus is the forgotten Titan, despite being the maternal grandfather of Hecate, Apollo and Artemis through his two daughters, Leto and Asteria.

Oceanus: I believe Oceanus fights on his brother Kronos's side in the Pjo series. I don't know why he's fighting on Kronos's side, seeing as he didn't help Kronos castrate Ouranos like the rest of his brothers did. But maybe it's just because of family loyalty, or something. Idk.

Now let's take some educated guesses on the female Titans. We know all six male first generation titans fought for Kronos, but what about the women of the family?:

Rhea: Seeing as Rhea is the mother of the gods, it makes sense for her to support her kids in this conflict. Besides, would Rhea really supoort Kronos? He was an awful husband, probably an awful brother and definitely an awful parent. So Rhea was probably on the side of her kids.

Theia: Well, Rhea and Theia. Guess Gaea and Ouranos weren't feeling unique when it came to those two, him? But anyway, I think Theia would be fighting with Kronos. Largely because her husband and brother is Hyperion, one of the leading commanders of the Titan army. Also, Theia and Hyperion had three kids: Helios, Selene and Eos. We know Helios and Selene were abandoned and their roles given to Artemis and Apollo. Not sure about Eos, though. But anyways, I think that Helios and Selene's treatment would help make Theia bitter towards her other relatives. She's probably fighting with Kronos to support her husband and get revenge for her kids.

Themis: Being the Titaness of Justice, I don't think it'd be right for Themis to pick a side. Justice is impartial, and all that. So I imagine she was completely neutral. Kind of like the Fates, probably. She just acted as a neutral observer.

Mnemosyne: I'm not really sure about Mnemosyne. She did have children with Zeus in the nine muses. And she doesn't seem to have much to gain from supporting Kronos. So I don't know. My best guess is: she either stayed completely neutral or she sided with Olympic. You can choose which you think is more likely. Personally, I'm leaning towards her being neutral.

Phoebe: I feel like Phoebe is stuck between a rock and hard spot. Her husband Coeus is fighting for Kronos, as is her grandchild Hecate. Yet her other two grandchildren, Apollo and Artemis, are fighting for Olympus. I feel like Phoebe is going to stay neutral, for fear of a tearing a rift within her family.

Tethys: Being that Tethys is married to Oceanus, she probably took a similar stance to his. So she probably fought for Kronos alongside her husband, but I don't really think she did it because she had any deep devotion to Kronos. I think she probably just did it because she wanted to be with her husband. Maybe also because she nursed Helios and Selene when they were young (at least according to wikipedia). So maybe she also wanted revenge for them?

So to recap:

On Kronos's Side: Kronos, Hyperion, Crius, Coeus, Oceanus, Iapetus, Tethys and Theia.

On the side of Olympus: Rhea and maybe Mnemosyne.

On no side: Themis, Phoebe, and maybe Mnemosyne.

#I put way too much time and effort into this #but I'm now immensely proud of it #percy jackson #pjo #pjo hoo toa #rick riordan #percy jackson headcanon #percy jackson headcanons #riordanverse #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo headcanon #pjo headcanons #pjo series #percy jackson series #riordan universe

[sheasshovel]

HEAR ME OUT

Scar as Apollo and Gem as Artemis…

Starting with Gem;

-HER ANTLERS!! Deer are sacred animals to Artemis and she is also the goddess of the moon and thats so shiny duo crumbs (pearl as the moon).

-Pearl could also work as a follower of Artemis though because of her disastrous double life relationship with Scott. Followers of Artemis swore off love and lived a life of chaste, which aligns well with Pearl having forgiven Scott after she won but never having the same relationship with him that she had in Last Life.

-Artemis herself also swore off love of any kind.. and guess who wasn’t there for Double life for a soul bound?

-Her only Allies in sl, besides the moon herself, were Scott and Impulse. Both of which could work as devout followers of Artemis because of their rejection of their own respective soulmates. Scott acknowledges his past lovers as his exes and never (to my knowledge) expresses wanting to get back with them. Impulse, too, never hesitated to attack the mounders even if they had Bdubs on their side. Impulse and Bdubs had a great relationship in Double Life but I like to think that, for this theory to work, they’ve just decided to keep that relationship in Dl.

-Besides the moon, Artemis is also a symbol of the hunt which is exactly what she did in sl sessions 7-8; hunt people down with the aid of the moon. Imagine moonlight illuminating her path as she stalks her prey….

Scars turn;

-Now, Apollo isn’t the god of the Sun (that would be Helios… or Grian in this case) but rather of sunlight, but the sun is still a huge symbol of him. Not to go all desert duo on you but the crumbs are there. Scar also covers himself in sunflowers in sl, a flower known to always be facing the sun, basking in its light. It’s worth mentioning that Scar was only close to winning when he and the Sun were inseparable in 3rd life, and he actually won when he was faced with the symbol of the moon and the moon herself.

-This is more silly but Apollo is highly connected with musical arts (specifically the lyre) and could you imagine if that scene where Grian and Scar were singing together wasn’t just Scar being oblivious but instead Apollo using any chance he can get to showcase his musical talent to the Sun?

-Apollo’s gift of Prophecy… Scar “we all die in the end” would be more prophetic if we all collectively gaslight ourselves into believing that he died after hitting succeed on his task. But in these death games, everyone knows by now how it ends. I think Scar acknowledging this is somehow foreshadowing how he wins though; by murdering everyone who stands in his way, not accepting sacrifices and turning on his temporary allies the second its clear that it would benefit him. When he said everyone would die he truly meant EVERYONE would die, and a majority will die to him or his twin (Artemis).

-Apollo and Artemis are both known for using Archery, but Scar is literally Hotguy come on now. His last kill was an arrow to Pearl that knocked her off of a cliff, an ARROW at the MOON. Scar is an incredibly skilled bow user and I would include this in Gem’s part too but I’m pretty sure she’s gotten more kills on sl by sword.

-Lastly, the Muses. Apollo, being the god of arts and music, was the choir leader of the 9 muses on Olympus. Now, Scar was never friends with more than 2 people at a time in the life series but lets look at his kills instead. In session 9 alone, he got 6 Permakills and 2 assists (Big B and Skizz) which brings us up to 8. Not enough but he lasted for 9 sessions, which is pretty cool if you interpret every session as a muse. Each session’s task being a huge influence on how Scar acts, even if he fails the task.

I think the 9 muses, Gem’s preferred weapon, and Apollo’s connection to medicine and Scar’s lack thereof are the weakest parts of this delusional rant but I still love the idea of the final battle in sl featuring the moon rejecting Artemis and a battle between the Twins. Apollo winning only after destroying the moon herself, who lost her will to win after the events of Dl. Apollo having once been allied with the Sun, and the Moon once having her win handed to her by her soulmate. Anyways Shinyduo Desertduo and Scar/Pearl narrative foils real and true.

#gtws #secret life #rant #goodtimeswithscar #geminitay #geminislay #grian #pearlescentmoon #life series #life smp #this came to me in a vision #desert duo #shiny duo #what are Pearl and Scars duo called help #sunflower duo #character analysis #does this count as a character analysis or a #or a drunken rambling

[literallyjusttoa]

More friendos for Apollo, since I just cannot stop. Might write something about these ideas if I can find the time this semester!

Lelantos: The Titan of the Air and moving unseen, and the brother of Leto. That's right, it's Apollo's uncle! Lelantos has spent the majority of his life hiding away from the rest of the mortal and immortal world. He speaks with his sister and his daughter, Aura, but has never really interacts with his Olympic niece and nephew. After the trials, Apollo starts visiting his mother a LOT more, and ends up running into Lelantos as a result. The two figure out that they are very similar, which makes Lelantos very excited. He ends up taking Apollo under his wing a bit.

Mnemosyne: The Titan of Memory. Apollo begins to fear the idea of losing his memory after the trials. The god's memory didn't feel as infallible as he once believed it was, so he reaches out to Mnemosyne. She agrees to teach him tactics to strengthen his own mind, and becomes one of the two mentors Apollo ends up gaining post-trials. She is a strict teacher, but only because she sees how determined Apollo is to master his own weaknesses.

Aither: The Primordial of Light. Apollo and Aither aren't friends, as much as Aither is just taking a bit of an interest in Apollo. Escaping Chaos isn't something any old god can do, and Aither is curious on what allowed Apollo to overpower his creator. He watches over Apollo when possible, and speaks to him when Apollo drives the sun chariot. Apollo ... doesn't really know what to do with this? He's honestly just trying to get by, so interacting with a primordial this much makes him nervous.

Perseis: An Oceanide, and the goddess of Solar Witchcraft. Perseis first approached Apollo to thank him for putting her husband, Helios, to rest. After a couple of conversations, she asks Apollo if he would like to learn her specific practice of sorcery, one that she had been teaching Helios before he passed. Solar witchcraft is a very niche line of study, and she doesn't have many people to pass her knowledge on to. Apollo agrees, and Perseis becomes his second mentor. Perseis is ... much more chaotic in her teachings than Mnemosyne.

Mousika: One of the twelve Horai, representing the hours. Mousika represents the hour of music. Mousika and Apollo were already acquainted long before the trials. Mousika would often sit in on Apollo's practice with the muses, and sometimes even add her voice to the fray. After the trials, Apollo's lyricism and writing take a turn that Mousika picks up on, and she finds it inspiring. Apollo believes the new songs he has written are too raw, based on ideas and feelings that Apollo himself is just starting to unwrap. Mousika acts as his sounding board, listening to the music he makes as he struggles his way through every emotion, and adding her own melancholy responses as harmonies.

Prometheus: The God of Forethought and Crafty Counsel. Ok, so this one’s a bit in the future. But imagine with the power of all the friendship I just made up for Apollo to have (along with Meg and his mortal friends and his kids ofc) Apollo works up the strength to stage that long awaited Olympian revolt. Who would his first ally be? I say Prometheus. This guy is so interesting, because he was ahead of the curve. Prometheus is the only god who I can see thinking mortals were not only equal to immortals, but actually more important. He would be so ABSOLUTELY stoked to learn Apollo was trying to overthrow his father, with one of his reasons being the mistreatment of mortals. I just think these two would be extremely op if they put their heads together.

#long post #sunny speaks #trials of apollo #toa apollo #lester papadopoulos #apollart #greek mythology #even more obscure greek gods. #i just want ... i just want my blorbo to have friends ... and have sleepovers .... and play truth or dare .... and be happy ... #... and to overthrow his father with a revolution ... with his friends ... #it's what he deseRVES #shut up sunny #post-toa au

[crimsonsongbird]

A Field of Hyacinths Under the Sun

O' Melodic Muses, Sing to me a wondrous song Of the passionate love And beautiful harmonies That were shared between The attractive Spartan prince, Hyacinthus, And the Radiant God of Light, Apollo!

“There once was a Spartan prince, The Beautiful Hyacinthus, Who was forced to train under the War God, Ares. The god was harsh, but loving, For he saw so much potential in the prince. Yet the expectations placed upon him were heavy For he didn't even want to fight; He'd rather frolic in the fields under Helios' warm light.

And there was a Radiant God of Light, Apollo, the Leader of the Muses, Who would travel across the land, Admiring the beauty of the mortals And the world they lived in. The god grew lonesome For he wanted another who saw the world Through the same eyes as he did.

It was under Helios’ warm light That Apollo stumbled upon the Spartan prince Lying in a field of fragrant flowers. Young Hyacinth had skipped his training For he needed to take some time To admire the wonders of the world. He would gaze upon the mortals, animals, and trees; The valleys, mountains, and seas.

Upon first seeing Hyacinthus, Apollo whispered praise to Aphrodite For bringing such a masterpiece To the world below. The God of Light grew enamored With the young Spartan prince For they shared a similar view of beauty And held so much emotion in their breast.

The Radiant God and Beautiful Mortal Had been pierced by the arrows Of Eros' deep love and passion. Every time they snuck off to meet, Their connection only deepened And their time apart grew more painful. Yet both of them cherished Every second of those secret moments.

Apollo breathed new life into Hyacinthus, For when he was with the god, The prince never felt more alive. With Apollo, Hyacinth could be himself. He could release all the emotions That he held so close to his breast. He was free of those heavy expectations And able to just enjoy the world around him.

Their love was truly the definition Of a youthful whirlwind romance. But, mortals, do not doubt That their love was anything but extraordinary. While their harmonies were cut short, The memories of their love live on In the beautiful flowers That young Hyacinth left behind.”

Devotional commission for @hyacinthuspetals

#devotional poetry #devotional writing #devotional commission #my poetry #my work #my writing #my poems #apollo deity #apollo #hyacinthus #hyacinthuspetals

[stellisketches]

How did the relationship(?) with rapheal and helios come about?? love coming back and looking at your fam tree btw it’s so sick

Thanks! I’m Pleasantly surprised I actually got an ask about them. Their love story is a short but sweet one.

[For pretense] it wasn't ever officially confirmed that Raphael was a bastard child (during his lifetime), however the rumors were rampant and it pretty much became just an unspoken truth. Because of this, Raphael generally kept away from the public eye. He was the sensitive type, not that great at actually talking to people but he had a deep passion for the Arts. As a child, you could often find him sitting under his favorite tree in the castle gardens writing poetry or doodling away on pieces of parchment. As he got older, he developed a fascination with human beauty, and what made a person beautiful. He would often sneak off into the city to paint the people he saw, and a couple of times he hired models, though his greatest wish was to find and sculpt the most beautiful person in the world.

One day, he ran into Helios, who was a high ranking courtesan in O'Khasis's "pleasure district". Raphael looked at this man for all of two seconds and went "I've done it. I've found the most beautiful person in the world." He later sent a formal request to have Helios model for him, and after a series of comedic shenanigans revolving around Raphael's downright impressive inability to realize he's being flirted with, they eventually start a relationship and Helios became fully cemented as Raphael's muse. They got married in secret and lived the rest of their lives together. There are several surviving love poems from Raphael to Helios that are kept in the New O'Khasian archive (after they burned down the old one. Great job, Garmen) and almost two dozen paintings/sculptures of Helios in care of some art galleries, personal collectors, and the Ro'Meave Castle.

#their romance is pretty much a late 90s romcom #lowkey wanna make a comic for them #minecraft diaries #garroth ro'meave #romeave lore #aphmau garroth #zane ro'meave

[calliope-splitintwo]

~ Olympus was large, and the cold stares or former lovers or ex-admirers did not help. So it was almost a relief to Calliope when she finally made her way to the empty abode of The Night, Nyx. The second she stepped inside, she tensed, as their world fell away to nothing. ~

You should’ve just had Thetis come, don’t you think? You would think the situation would’ve gotten them worked up enough to use their powers once again.

Take their name out of your mouth.

I didn’t want this. I didn’t ablige to that mortal being experimented on. How they did what they did, I don’t know. And I don’t care. It’s over now, I will not go back on my actions.

Please. Please, what can I do to change your mind?

~ Calliope was on her knees now, begging the goddess to listen. To give Grunty back. ~

Can you give me the world? Can you place Gaia in the palm of my hands, right now? What about Selene and Helios? Can you give me all three of those celestial bodies and make them mine alone?

Be reasonable. He was just a child.

A child I didn’t want soiling my name.

~ Calliope stands now, looking down at her feet. There was no floor around them, just void. And she lunges at Apate, bringing them to the ground, hands around her throat. A dry cackle rings through Calliope’s head as Apate laughs. This wasn’t a trick, Calliope truly was pinning the goddess down. But why? Because Apate truly hadn’t expected her to lash out like that. ~

You’re fucking pathetic Calliope, you know that? I have been here long before you and I’ll be here long after. You’re a fucking muse, all you had to do was sit pretty and talk. But you take yourself too seriously, abandoning your sisters because some mortals wouldn’t listen to you. Well guess what? The world moved on. Nobody fucking needed you. While you were off lamenting about how much you miss your sisters, they were toasting to each day you weren’t there.

SHUT UP.

And your former affairs? Do you really think they simply roll their eyes when they see you? No, they look at you and they want to tear your fucking skin off. You were quite the heartbreaker, weren’t you? Do you think Apollo wanted to just have another affair with you because he couldn’t get enough? No, plague wants to screw your feelings over like he felt you did to him.

STOP FUCKING TALKING.

And Thetis, see what you’ve done to them? You’ve wrecked them, which would’ve been thought impossible, but you’ve wrecked them, Calliope. You hold their heart and it rots away in your hands.

STOP.

And Fuse, didn’t you say you wouldn’t date a mortal? Too afraid to get attached when they would wither away in the end? Yet here you are. Imagine how he’ll feel when he sees you, in what, a few decades from now? He’ll be aging away and I’m sure you’ll have moved on.

~ And Calliope summons a jagged dagger into their hand, and brings it down on Apate’s face. And yet that laughter still booms through her head. Again, and again, she brings the dagger down. But the laughing doesn’t cease. Until Calliope blink and the remain of an unidentifiable goddess lay before her ichor-stained hands. ~

#calliope the muse #Apate the goddess #|| TAKE MY WIFE’S NAME OUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH core || #tw murder

[potential-fate]

“I doubt they’re wrong Diana…. People see things all the time.” Cain frowned, “Doesn’t make it true. Normally people don’t just rise from their graves…” 

“But sometimes they do.” Diana mused, “what if Emelia Rivales did as well?” 

“Then the world is worse off than I thought it was 60 seconds ago,” Cain grumbled. 

“Oh, Cain." Diana frowned. "She wasn’t that bad.”

Cain sighed, “you say that cause you barely knew her. I’d known her for 40 years. Ever since we were all young. Emilia Rivales is a diva, at the very best. She thinks she knows better than everyone else. And She’s willing to do whatever needs to be done to get what she wants.”

“Tch. You Helios men and your rivalries,” Diana tutted, “Besides, that’s not the point.” 

“What is your point then?” Cain huffed. 

“Emelia Rivales was definitely dead, and now she might be alive.” Diana smiled slightly, “But she’s certainly not decaying. That much was clear from the commentary. ‘As pretty as ever’ they say.” 

“Diana…” 

“What if Giovanni is the one who brought me back from the dead?” She said suddenly.   

#arkhelios #sims 2 #sims 2 gameplay #the sims 2 #ts2 #my posts #Arkh R3Part04 #Diana Armstrong #Cain Helios #ArmstrongR3

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Apollo (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Lil’ Bro, Polly by Artemis

The Golden Prince by the people of Olympius

Kiss Ass by Helios

Mr. Music by The Muses

Sonny by Zeus

My Light by Leto

Blondie by Ares

Lover Boy by Aphrodite

Pretty Boy by Cyrene

Age- 18 (immortal)

Location- Solar District, New Olympus

Personality- Apollo is cocky, artistic, & creative. He’s incredibly charismatic, taking pride in his looks and being known as “The most beautiful god," only second to Aphrodite. He’s very protective of his twin sister and is wary of men when they are around her. He’s bisexual & is casually dating.

As the god of the sun, light, music, archery, healing, poetry, & prophecy, he has a wide array of powers/abilities. They include vitakinesis (healing), teleportation (through sunlight), shapeshifting into/communicating with his sacred animals (like deer, swans, hawks, ravens, cicadas, etc..), channeling diseases through his arrows, photokinesis (light manipulation), heliokinesis, cursing people to sing or speak in rhymes (temporarily), precognition, audiokinesis, using soundwaves as an offensive attack, invisibility, & laser vision.

In addition to living in New Olympus in a shared penthouse with his half-brothers Dionysus (god of wine) and Hermes, Apollo also spends time at his mother's place in the state of Delos, where he has a few griffins & hipogriffs as pets! Apollo also owns a mansion estate in the state of Delphi.

He has many celedones assistants on his payroll.

Aside from his close relationship with his sister Artemis (goddess of the hunt & moon), Apollo’s also really good friends with Nike (goddess of victory), Eos (Titaness of dawn), Ganymede (god of homosexual love & desire), Chrysos (god of gold & riches), Méli (goddess of bees & honey), Aether (god of the upper atmosphere, celestial bodies, & heavenly light), Britomartis (goddess of mountains, hunting, & fishing nets), Panacea (goddess of universal remedy), Notus (god of the south wind), Hemera (goddess of the day), Himeros (god of impetuous love), Ditus (god of bisexuality, effeminacy, & fertility), Eupraxia (goddess of well-being & success), Methe (goddess of drunkenness), Antheia (goddess of swamps, vegetation, & floral wreaths), Chloris (goddess of flowers), Móda (goddess of fashion), and Tyche (goddess of luck). He’s also good friends with The Muses as they work together on many things. Apollo hasn't been as close with his good friend Aoide (goddess of voice & song).

His mentor was Helios (Titan god of the sun).

He can play a wide range of instruments, but Apollo's favorites to play are the lyre, mandolin, acoustic guitar, piano, & harp.

Apollo adores his mom Leto (Titaness of demurity & motherhood) and his grandmother Phoebe (Titaness of prophecy, the moon, radiant intellect, & mystery) who he affectionately calls "Nana", looking forward to when she makes him bougatsa. He's not that close to his grandfather Coeus (Titan god of foresight, intellect, & knowledge). He doesn't know much about his uncle Lelantos (Titan god of air, the unseen, & hunting) and much like his sister, he can't stand their cousin Aura (goddess of the breeze).

Aside from his mom, sister, grandmother, and close friends, Apollo seems to admire Mousika (goddess of studying & music).

Notable moments in his godly career includes when he slain the giant serpent Python (when he was still a baby!) & when he killed the giant Tityos during the Gigantomachy when he tried going after Apollo's mother.

He's not really close with the rest of his half-siblings though he does like Hebe (goddess of youth) as well as Castor & Pollux.

Apollo's a very busy bee in Olympius. He, alongside The Muses, own most of the radio stations in the country as well as the largest recording company called Right Note Records. He's also established a large number of performing arts schools and conservatories. He even has a music-themed amusement park called Lyreland Park. For other work, he models for his father's fashion brand Platinum Alchemy as well as his underwear brand Thunderstruck. There’s a large billboard of him in downtown New Olympus- the tight, tighty-whities clinging to every sculpted muscle. Apollo also has nationwide musical instrument stores called Lyre Center, tanning salons called Gold Rays & even has his own line of tanning oils called Solar Elixir and sunscreen called Sungleam. Apollo has his own fashion brand aptly named Bow + Arrow. It has clothes, shoes, eyewear, accessories, & jewelry. Apollo's in talks of releasing fragrances and cologne as well. He also has a line of popular headphones/earphones called LightWaves- through iCHOR tech. Apollo has his nightclub, called The Melody Lounge. The god of music is the founder & head chair of the Golden Laurel Music Awards, an award ceremony to recognize "Outstanding achievement in the music industry in Olympius". For other work, he’s a contributing writer to the magazines Kytheiria & The Rainbow Room. Apollo’s also the co-founder of the Summer Solstice Music Festival!

He's also the founder/owner of Musify, a music streaming platform.

As the god of medicine and healing, Apollo owns his own chain of hospitals, urgent care facilities, & pharmacies in addition to many medical products.

His favorite frozen treat is pineapple coconut ice cream.

Apollo believes that the gods who get around by chariot are “old and out-dated." He prefers getting around in his gold chrome sports car nicknamed “The Sun."

In his free time, Apollo likes to work on his songwriting, music, art, and poetry, practicing his archery and going hunting with his sister. He likes to sunbathe, play basketball, swim, play football (soccer), dance, play video games, shop, go to the opera, concerts, movies, and cloud surf as well.

He loves using the Glory's Crown ambrosia honey products on his golden brownish blondish hair, especially the curling custard.

His go-to drink is a piña colada. He also likes orange juice, champagne, pineapple soda, bellinis, and mimosas. His usuals from The Roasted Bean are the large caramel frappuccino & orange pineapple splash!

Apollo is the second god after Ganymede to have his own glamour doll collectible!

His favorite colors are yellow & gold!

His favorite meal from The Hearthside Diner is the baked mac n' cheese. He also enjoys his mom's garlic mashed potatoes & his grandmother's deviled eggs. Apollo also likes the antipasto grilled cheese from The Bread Box as well as the chicken teriyaki rice bowl.

After a wild night of partying (at Pannychis' place), Apollo awoke with a glitter tattoo of a dick on his forehead. He suspects Hermes & Ares.

His favorite dessert aside from the treats his grandma makes is the pineapple upside down cake as well as the coconut lemon macarons from Hollyhock's Bakery.

Apollo moonlights as a DJ, where he sometimes performs at different clubs, his stage name being DJ Inferno.

He has well over 100 Golden Laurel awards- as an artist & a producer.

Apollo has had many relationships. His last long term relationship was with Icarus, whom he's still feeling emotionally raw over. He also had a mild online flirtation with a naiad nymph named Daphne on Fatestagram. He hooked up with Aphrodite (goddess of love & beauty) a few times as well as having an unsuccessful threesome with Iris (goddess of the rainbow) & her boyfriend Zephyrus (god of the west wind). At one point in time, Apollo had a romantic relationship with each of The Muses. He also dated Chione (goddess of snow) as well. He even made out with Narcissus backstage at an event for NOFW (New Olympus Fashion Week). Apollo also had crushes on Mnemosyne (Titaness of memory & language) and Philotes (goddess of sex, friendship, & affection). He's currently hooking up with a mortal girl named Cyrene.

“You know what they say, beautiful things burn the hottest."

#my oc #my character #oc character #my oc character #oc intro #character intro #oc introduction #character introduction #modern greek gods #modern greek mythology #greek myth retellings #greek gods #apollo god #apollo #apollo greek god #greek mythology #greek pantheon

[mirohtron]

note: yall remember this right. so @madness-maybe-managed and i were (playfully arguing) abt smth 2 do w the sequel bc they can read my drafts bc best friend perks and i told @cybelpunk that i'd write them smth w their characters if they agreed w me and not m bc m sucks m is a loser m stinks and this was supposed 2 b a joke but now it's nearly 7k words. happy pride noah is a trans man (he/they, the narration will switch between he and they when referring to him. mostly he) and mochizou is... some guy (he/him) i used to simp for anyway going to pretend this is an actual fic. bc it is. this is not canon

pairing: noah x mochizou | wc: 6.9k/7k | au: muse/ballet dancer!noah x artist(sculptor)/celebrity!mochizou | they're allosexual btw hear hear all my yearners who want to get blue balled

cw for: stress-induced crying which can be interpreted as a breakdown

sign language will be written in single quotes [' ']. lowercase is intended sorry people who have pet peeves about it it's my aesthetic. also i am not hard of hearing this is my first time writing a partially deaf character if you have constructive criticism or corrections pls do tell me!

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“do you love me?” asks noah.

“i enjoy your company,” replies mochi.

“you like me?”

“i like you.”

he flicks his gaze up to the table noah sits on. today the sun shines on his skin that’s brown like old honey and casts a golden glow around the edges of his outline. it is gorgeous. it is his essence. he is aphrodite’s favourite child and dionysus’s favourite wine. he flicks his gaze back to the brown clay. it is his muse’s same exact skin tone, except it lacks the variation. the light freckles sprayed on his shoulders like the flick of white paint on the painting of a dark night. the deep pigment that his muse’s elbows and knees have, the result of being worn against hard surfaces. it lacks the sunny flecks in his eyes, the pink-tinted twin scars on his chest. 

it is still a perfect imitation of the folds of the silk that covers his body. the cloth does so timidly, falling in delicate curves and folds to the surface of what he is sat on, dripping from where noah’s hand is clutching it like it is a waterfall, afraid of covering up his beauty. it, much like his scars, is tinted a slight pink, only more of a rose-gold, glimmering in the lights.

mochizou glances up again, only because he feels the other man’s stare bore into him like two solar lasers. noah has his eyes slightly narrowed.

“relax your face,” mochizou says. “i’m not taking pictures.”

“did you only say that to flatter me?” noah moves their head as they speak, and the corner of mochizou’s mouth twitches as a perfect strand of hair is displaced. 

“that is not how i flatter.”

“how do you flatter?”

“not like this.”

it morphs into silence once again, only the scrape of mochi’s tools against the clay and the drip-drip-drip of water being scooped up to wet dry parts for fixing serving as white noise. 

this is how most of their sessions go. noah poses a pretty pose in the pretty sunlight that helios sends down from the heavens and mochi sculpts from clay as a warmup before he goes to marble and glass and granite and whatnot. occasionally, noah asks a question, and it breaks mochizou from his focus and ignites a frustration that is quickly smothered upon seeing the angel on the table in front of him. do not disturb me, he used to say the first few times noah had broken his focus.

noah would simply furrow their brows and not obliged.

this was months ago. now, it is second nature for mochizou to not think of his anger directly, more so smothering it by flicking his eyes up the slightest bit and mumbling out an answer to noah’s endless questions. perhaps, one day, he will find himself not angry, just merely looking up at the man because he looks stingy when he isn’t looked at after speaking.

“you frown easily,” mochi had said one time, pushing a bowl of warm soup towards his muse. noah furrowed their brows, merely proving his point. “sometimes i find myself sculpting out the lines of your frown.”

noah had rolled his eyes. dragged his bowl towards him with a roughness that was unnecessary. “how flattering.”

mochizou let the silence pass. until the noisy stirring of noah’s soup became more subdued as his muse realised they were not being talked to. 

“i do not flatter like this.”

noah ate in silence.

mochizou has learned, over the past couple of months and two weeks, that noah is naturally stingy. makes faces when he is told to do something. uses up part of their scheduled time getting changed, the other talking about the most useless things, the other being stubborn about what pose to take. a rather difficult muse. but the people had been talking, about the youthful rebelliousness his new sculptures were depicting. much like a thorny rose. pretty. but the beholder was too selfish to let other people indulge in it. noah would rather his face be passed through the filters of mochi’s fingers and be carved into something pleasant-looking and un-sneering.

the only time noah makes an effort to look pleasant to anyone but himself is when he is on stage.

“do you love me?” asks noah for the second time. it is after mochizou touches his jacket, the worn, purple thing he wears every single day. it has been resized enough times that the threads all come together in a messy sprout at some places. impossible to pull at and ruin, because it is so tangled.

still, mochizou pushes at a loop of white thread with the pad of his index. “i love you as much as an artist loves their muse.”

“how much is that?”

“as much as you want it to be.”

mochizou feels the frown without needing to turn his head. it is there in the silence. he does not quite understand it, but his muse is a complicated thing, and he will turn simple when he wants to.

they go out together, once, and a stranger stops them while noah is sipping on his coffee.

it is one of those rare days where both of them are free from their schedules. only, during those rare days noah is too exhausted to do anything but rest and mochizou is still busy cleaning up his workplace. they do not text unless it is to confirm their schedule. mochi texts first, for those.

noah texted first, this time.

his hearing aids are gone, the purple things tucked away into his pockets because he says crowds are too loud for him. the stranger raves about them, about mochizou, how happy they are seeing the artist and his muse for the first time.

noah is glaring, and before mochi can try and soothe him his coffee has been crushed in his hand and the stranger has shut up.

mochi gets him a new cup. he is staring at nothing, resting his chin on a table in the café while mochi is stood outside apologising to the stranger.

“i didn’t know i was interrupting,” they say, rushing through their syllables. the excitement is still there, just a tiny morsel of it. “they’re…unpredictable. much like your art.”

“they’re complicated. isn’t everyone?”

the stranger is sent off with a bow and a wave.

when they are walking back, noah is not apologetic.

“that’s what you deal with everyday?” his aids are back on. the grip on his cup is still tight, like another stranger will come and talk to them like the three of them are friends. “i’d rather go completely deaf.”

mochi notes how they lean closer to him when chattering strangers pass by. perhaps he has not adjusted to the noise just yet.

“i can hold your cup,” he offers. “you can sign. i understand.” and noah knows that. 

sometimes, noah does not immediately reply to him. he frowns and does not utter a word for several long moments, until mochizou starts thinking he’s said something wrong, and right as an apology is on his lips, noah speaks like nothing has happened.

the twitch in his hands do not go unnoticed. 

sometimes noah can be seen running a finger over the curve of their aids continously, like they’re trying to sooth sore skin. then he notices mochizou is looking at him and stops, and pretends nothing has happened.

noah leans in again, his worn purple jacket brushing against mochizou’s expensive one. the movement breaks mochizou out of his thoughts, and he takes in his hands the cup noah has been holding in his direction.

after that, noah starts leaving his hearing aids in his bag when he comes over. it sharpens mochi’s own rusty sign language and noah starts ignoring his schedule to spend more time in the studio. it does not usually affect mochi’s own schedule, as most of it takes place in his house, signing paperwork and responding to emails and cleaning up the one mug noah always asks for when he wants to sip on a beverage. sometimes, though, he has to push noah out with a quickly signed sorry, because he’s realised they’ve passed too much time together.

noah retaliates by ignoring his signs the next day, feigning confusion, and it only ends when mochizou brings out hot cocoa with marshmallows in that mug, and noah quietly says “thank you,” before he takes it into his own hands.

sometimes, mochi forgets to sign ‘hold on,’ and merely drops his things to walk over and position noah into his desired pose. because in the studio, what they are is an artist and his muse. and his muse can be as rebellious or rose-thorned or difficult as he likes, but before the clock chimes the sixth hour, noah is his, right?

the first time he does it, pressing noah’s back up with no warning, he feels as though noah’s a wild, startled fawn. looking over his shoulder with wide eyes, the skin blanching, before colour returns to his lips and his ears and his eyes, and his cheeks take on a new shade and mochi realises his mistake.

he also realises that his boring old clay can never match the wine-coloured hue of a blushing noah.

next time, he decides to walk up to the table more slowly, so noah can track him. his cheekbones still mildly take on the shade of wine, the red mixing with the melanin in his skin in a way that makes mochizou stare for a couple moments too long. when the sun is right, bathing him in a golden halo, those wine-stained cheeks still present, he looks like aphrodite’s most gorgeous creation. 

mochi has been thinking of committing the picture to memory: noah dressed in the finest silks, haloed by the rays of the sun, looking like the first angel to bless soil. maybe one day he’ll turn the picture into a marble sculpture, have it displayed in museums.

noah, of course, does not know anything of this.

one day, mochi realises this: he’s never seen noah perform a second time. he thinks it’s somewhat unfit — noah’s ballet performance was what had caught mochizou’s eye. the grace he had, the expressions more vibrant than even the most expensive paints mochizou could find, the years of practice put into each controlled step.

he asks noah about it, one time. noah predictably scrunches his face up, but tells him about his upcoming recital either way.

‘will you come?’ he asks. there’s a hesitancy in how his hands move through the air, the way noah’s brows become the slightest bit downturned.

mochizou gives them his softest smile. ‘of course.’

he does not ask if the recital’s rehearsals are what noah has been skipping out on to spend more time in mochi’s apartment.

mochizou gets the date marked on his calendar. he sees noah staring at it, looking at the bright red circle like it’s another sculpture of his and it’s his first day at mochi’s. mochizou taps his shoulder and noah whips around, giving him a fleeting, dismissive smile before he stomps toward the studio.

perhaps, it is nerves.

mochizou finds out the morning of the recital.

it is a repeated buzzing at his door. then knocking. and when mochizou opens the door it is noah, puffy-eyed with those wine-stained cheeks making his stomach drop rather than flutter. his ballet shoes are a mess, and one is nearly completely untied and the ribbons are trailing behind his foot, and the soles are brown with dirt. there are sores on his foot, red and blue and yellow, and his hair is more unkempt than it has ever been before, and he drops the bag he is carrying.

“sweetheart?” mochizou says before he can stop himself. noah doesn’t seem to take notice — he simply hugs him. buries his face entirely into mochi’s neck, and mochi doesn’t waste a second wrapping his arms around his muse. he soothes him, curling his fingers around his hair, realises his aids are gone. he pulls the bag in and pulls the two of them inside, too, placing noah on the couch, making a move to step back, but noah’s grip on his clothes are unyielding.

mochi tugs on his hair. the motion makes noah let go, his hands coming up to try and sign, but they are trembling and his fingers can't form the images correctly, so he takes his muse's cold hands into his own and strokes the knuckles and kisses his temple until the shaking's stopped. 

he still hiccups, but mochizou supposes this is the best he can do.

noah waits until mochizou signs.

‘your shoes are dirty.’

‘i have spares.’

'is something wrong?'

'stress.'

'do you have rehearsals?'

'yes.'

'is it a break?'

'no.'

mochizou pauses before he signs again. 'did you walk out?'

‘i wanted to be with you.’

oh.

noah takes black hearing aids from his bag and puts them over his ears. he does not speak, though, so mochizou supposes he just wants to hear things clearly. the wine-like hue has left his cheeks, replaced by honey-brown skin.

noah does not say anything when mochizou takes his untied shoe off, but he helps him undo the ribbons of the other one. then he withdraws, and mochizou realises he’d rather mochizou take his shoes off.

the skin is irritated, and the skin at the back of his ankles is dry and peeling off and red. mochizou gets two cushiony pads and presses them into noah’s hand.

“for your heels,” he says. noah simply nods.

he is silent, his hiccups gone as mochizou puts ointment on his feet next, his touch as light as a feather. a part of him is afraid, that maybe noah will crumble like sand if mochizou is too rough with him. he looks tired. worn. he always looks a little tired and worn. mochizou wonders if that is part of why he’s so irritable. noah flinches the slightest bit when medicine is applied to the red skin behind his ankles, his heel twitching in mochizou’s hands, but he says nothing.

the silence is rather comforting. it reminds mochizou of their time spent together. one time, noah had signed a joke.

“wanna know a pun?” he’d asked. mochizou had dropped his tools, just to watch the smug little smile on his face.

he’d nodded. noah had signed milk, bringing his hand past his eyes.

it took mochizou a delayed second, but when he got it, he laughed. it was one of the few silly things noah did while they were together. the corner of mochizou’s lip turns up at the memory.

an earlier memory of them joking together would be when they first met. after noah's recital, after mochizou had asked him, "would you like to be my muse?" and when noah had started negotiating their salary. he’d been wearing black aids too, then, because it blended in with his hair.

"one thousand," he'd said, like it was a big number for mochizou, "per week."

"five thousand," mochizou had replied. "biweekly."

noah had whipped his head to stare straight at mochizou, his brows furrowed incredulously.

"ten thousand per week."

mochizou shrugged. "twenty thousand per week."

"twenty-five thousand."

"thirty thousand."

"thirty-five thousand."

"forty thousand."

"...two hundred thousand?"

"two hundred million."

noah had scoffed, at that, crossing his arms and imitating mochizou's lean against the glass wall of the theatre. "five billion."

"ten billion."

"five trillion."

"how much money do you think i have?"

"five quadrillion."

mochizou had laughed and shook his head. thought, maybe now the pretty ballet dancer with dry humour would ease up to him.

"what's your name?"

"noah."

"does the prospect of being the muse to a multi-quadrillionaire seem welcoming to you now, noah?"

"maybe."

"is that a yes?"

noah wasn't smiling, but he did roll his eyes as he hummed, pretending to consider. "sure."

later, mochi had realised just how not warmed up noah was to him.

“how much do you love me?”

mochi’s hands flinch, at noah’s worn voice. it is raspy, and deeper than usual because of the crying, and it pulls mochizou into present time. he looks up.

“i love you enough to take care of your feet.”

“how much is that?”

“how much ever you’d like it to be.”

“how much is that?” noah repeats.

“i will love you how much ever you want me to love you.”

"will you kiss my feet if i ask you? will you kiss me if i ask you?"

mochizou straightens on his knees. he tilts his chin up, watching his muse's face. "i will."

noah’s fingers twitch around the pads. everyone has a protruding part of their throat, and some have it more prominently than others. noah’s is not as defined, but as he swallows, mochizou watches the soft bump in his throat bop up and down. “show me,” he says.

mochizou swallows, too. his hand is still cradling noah’s heel, his thumb gliding along the underside of the ball of his ankle. it slips on the skin easily from the oils. the sun is shining, the rays falling on the side of noah’s face, brightening the brown of his eyes, revealing how his pupils are slowly dilating.

noah tilts his head, like he’s impatient. his fingers clutch the pads in a death grip, so mochizou closes his eyes and takes a breath, and brings his lips to the inside of noah’s ankle.

this is their first kiss. noah makes a sound, a startled mix between a soft cry and a gasp. it is stuck in his throat and ends abruptly. it is far too virginal a sound for noah, for a simple kiss to the ankle.

mochizou feels his muse shake. his foot trembles in his palms before it settles, before noah’s breathing subdues. it feels unnatural. noah’s breath rose and turned loud from the kiss, he must have forced himself to calm down.

somehow it frustrates mochizou. but, he takes his lips off. the resulting sound makes noah’s voice catch audibly.

when mochizou looks up, noah is looking like a startled fawn again. his fingers are twitching now. his voice is delayed for a long beat. his pupils have swallowed his honey-brown irises. 

his leg moves, positioning the knee closer to mochizou’s lips.

mochizou stares at it for another long beat. he looks back at noah and noah tilts his head to the other side. 

so, mochizou kisses the side of noah’s knee, down his calf, up the beginning of his thigh. and the entire time noah is gasping softly, pushing himself against the couch’s pillows, tensing up his leg to stop himself from moving. mochizou feels his gaze burn into his skull, sees noah’s hands dig into the cushions. as his lips withdraw from noah’s skin, he thinks that perhaps his own gaze is burning as he stares at the intimate inside of his thigh. he feels noah shiver with each exhale he gives, the muscle in his calf twitching under his grip, he hears the tremble in his breath.

his muse. his muse. right?

mochizou leans in, slowly, to that spot. his vision tunnels, he feels the warmth in noah burn his lips.

noah pushes him away.

this has no warning; mochizou’s shoulders are simply caught in a death grip, pushed hard and fast. noah’s knee hits his nose, and for a second mochizou thinks it’s bleeding.

noah’s breathing hard again. it is in time with the second pulse thrumming in mochizou’s skull. mochizou sits there, kneeling, for several moments as he processes what he has just done.

“i’m so sorry,” he says.

“no,” says noah immediately. “no. i, i wa —” he cuts himself off. mochizou looks up at him again and he is blushing and pursing his lips, his legs closed. he relaxes, relieved that noah is not angry. “are you mad? i’m so sorry. i — i panicked.”

he is still bathed in the morning light, his dark hair coloured by the sun. there are lines of worry on his face, in the way his lip is curled. mochizou could never be mad at such beauty.

“i’m not mad.”

“angry?”

“no.”

“irritated?”

“no.”

“hurting?”

“no.”

noah waits, still, like he expects mochizou to be lying. he purses his lip once more, gnawing on the flesh. it comes back coloured the same red as his cheeks. “your nose is pink,” he says. it’s said quietly, like how he quietly says his thanks to mochizou when he’s given hot cocoa to break his endearing silence.

mochizou brings his hand up. it is true, and his nose was stinging, but it has died down. he looks up at noah through his bangs and gives him a small grin, and it is mostly because he cannot contain a grin inside right now.

he can’t explain how relieved he is that he hadn’t misread noah’s body language. 

noah gives mochizou a small smile back. he does not usually smile so genuinely. most of the time, his smiles are smug and haughty. his biggest, most genuine grin is on the stage, when he is in character.

mochizou wonders what it will take to make noah burst into a grin off the stage.

noah glances at the clock to the side, and the smile is wiped off. on the couch he scoots to the side, away from in front of mochizou, and gets up, grabbing his bag and his shoes. ‘i need to go,’ he signs.

of course. mochizou stands up from his kneel. noah steps toward the door, palm on the handle, and pauses. he drops his shoes and rummages through his bag, taking out a ticket, and turns around to press it into mochizou’s hand.

“vip,” he informs. his brows turn down the slightest bit once more. “come. eight o’ clock. you remember, right?” he steps close, and this is the closest mochi’s seen of noah’s puppy eyes.

mochizou runs his fingers through the side of noah’s scalp in a gentle motion, careful not to touch his aids. “of course,” he says.

“and.” noah gulps again, like he’s nervous. “will you wait afterwards? for me?”

“i will.”

“you’re free, right?”

“why wouldn’t i be? it’s you.”

noah blinks, at that. then he quietly laughs. breathily, looking down. mochizou can’t recall hearing him laugh like that. “okay. okay. i should go. final rehearsals.”

“you’ll do wonderfully.”

noah smiles one of his small smiles and goes to pick up his shoes, and leaves. the door shuts with a click.

mochizou stands there for a bit, running back the fresh memory of noah’s smile, the sound of his laugh, in his head. then he moves to the couch and lies down, thinking of the two of them.

when they’re in the theatre — mochizou and his friend — he feels as though he’s getting cold feet. it’s partly because he fears that noah is just as nervous about seeing each other again because of mochizou’s kiss, and if that is true, he’s afraid noah will stumble in his step if he sees mochizou in the crowd. it’s why he’s picked out darker colours to wear, even if his pink tuft of hair makes him stick out like a sore thumb. he’s hoping that maybe noah will not spot him, so that mochizou will not mess up his performance.

he bounces his foot impatiently when the play starts. noah doesn’t appear, not until the second act, when he descends from the ceiling in a flash of glitter, the brightest smile on his face. the ribbons around him are cut from the ceiling when he lands on his toes, hands high above his head. everyone on stage acts amazed, looks at him in awe, watches as he takes the lead and dances with her in a pas de deux. at least, that’s what mochi thinks it is. he really only knows the word because noah mentioned it once, while he was posed all pretty in his studio with a dried flower crown on his head, and then he’d briefly explained the translation of the word and what it referred to in ballet terminology.

once their dance finishes, noah goes on his toes again, one arm in an outward arch above his head. the lead mimics it with clumsiness. noah spins around in time with the innocent music playing, his eyes moving through the crowd. as part of the music, a twinkling sound plays as noah’s eyes land on mochizou’s hair, bright as a beacon. even though noah is glimmering in the lights, from the glitter that is sticking to his body, his eyes beam and his grin is brighter than the sun.

he does not falter, he does not miss a step. he dances with more joy and more confidence, like a bright flame, and mochizou relaxes in his seat and enjoys the rest of the ballet in peace.

when the performance ends, the cast gathers on stage, bowing in unison. for this, noah is out of character, but he gives his brightest grin to mochizou’s side of the audience, waving to him when the rest of his crew waves to the audience.

mochizou waits for noah, as promised, and he tells his friend that she can leave early if she wants to. yu kkot does so, because it has been a long day for her, and mochizou thinks she needs the rest. 

mochizou does not feel nervous anymore to face noah; his muse has expressed no kind of discomfort, and he’s done splendidly in the ballet. his heart is swollen with pride, and maybe all he wants to do is tangle his fingers into pretty, pretty noah’s hair and pull him in for a kiss.

the attendees gathered inside the theatre begin to clap, and mochizou turns away from the entrance to see the dancers have gathered in the halls with bright, crowd-friendly smiles.

except for one, who is dead-faced and moving his eyes across the hall in search.

it is only when noah’s eyes land on mochizou that his eyes light up again, and he sprints forward and practically leaps into his arms. mochizou feels as though he could’ve been thrown back with the force, but then he hears noah’s giggles right next to his ear and all he can feel is airy and light. he draws back and the golden lights halo him. this is his essence, this is why helios’s rays favour him. because he is a golden boy, untouched by midas and blessed by aphrodite.

“i need to take a picture with my crew,” he whispers, like nobody is staring at them. “will you wait?”

“of course,” mochizou replies. his words are too breathy and sound too disconnected, but noah doesn’t pay attention. he gives mochizou a grin, and it’s all too new and too much but mochizou swears to commit every line of his face to memory, and then noah draws back and joins his dancers.

someone recognises him, an attendee, so they engage in conversation with him. they are older, not young, the lines on their worn face and their callused hands that firmly shake mochizou’s own are indicators. they ask about his craft, mention how their daughter has taken up sculpting because of him. they ask about noah, the man that hugged him, if he’s mochizou’s muse. mochizou says yes. they ask him how he inspires mochizou, mochizou says it’s his dedication to his craft, his strong sense of self, his attitude that reflects in mochizou’s stone and jade.

it is also his beauty, his smile, how he is brighter than the sun when he is doing ballet. it is how he makes silence pleasant, how one glance up at him is enough to bring mochizou calm. 

noah returns after he's changed into his regular clothes, that purple jacket over his shoulders. mochizou asks him if he wants a ride home.

"can i come to your home?"

"for a session? this late?"

there is a beat of silence. noah purses his lips and watches mochizou's face, then nods. "sure. okay."

a strand of messy hair falls just past noah's cheekbone with the movement, and mochizou cannot help himself as he lifts his hand up to brush it back. it is a quick, fleeting gesture. what it should be is an unimportant memory, but it's as if time slows down just for the moment to last longer. mochizou watches noah's eyes track the movement of his hand, watches them nearly close as his thumb massages a circle on the curve of his temple.

distantly, he wonders how tired noah must be. 

during the car ride, mochizou finds himself glancing at noah. he’s not doing anything, just staring out the window serenely. the sleeves of his sweater have been pulled over his hands, over the tips of his fingers, and those fingers curl to press the worn fabric down between the pads of his fingers and his palm. it looks old. mochizou hasn’t touched it since the first time.

“are you cold?” he asks. noah hums no. “tell me if you are, all right?”

“will you heat up the world if i am?”

“without hesitation.”

“even though it’ll cause negative side effects to the ecosystem?”

“mh. just for you.”

“why?”

“because,” says mochi, “i love you.”

noah is silent after that. mochizou looks at him out of fear, that maybe noah didn’t like that he said that.

noah, pretty noah, just has wine on his cheeks as he stares at mochizou. 

noah wears dark, platformed shoes wherever he goes. they click-click-click on the concrete, echoing across the parking lot basement, bouncing off the walls. noah shivers, folding his arms.

“cold?” mochizou asks again. noah does not look at him, his eyes are on the other cars parked in the basement.

still, he nods after a moment. mochizou stops, taking noah’s hands in his own, covering the cold fingers with his palms. noah watches him kiss his knuckles, his nails, the pads of his fingers, and blushes.

“better now?”

noah purses his lips, holding back a smile. he nods.

usually, when noah is changing, he doesn’t wear the clothes right. every time he comes out of the unused guest bedroom, something is crooked, or a crease needs to be smoothed out, or something is tied wrong, and noah stands there with his arms crossed, frowning, as mochi corrects his clothing.

mochizou’s called into the room this time.

‘i don’t know if i’m wearing this right,’ noah signs. so, mochizou guides him to the mirror and stands behind him, looking noah’s reflection up and down.

‘do you feel uncomfortable?’

noah shakes his head no.

‘in your skin?’

noah shakes his head again. “not since treatment,” they say.

‘then?’

noah’s hands fidget with the clothing on him. they rub the fabric between their thumb and forefinger, before letting go.

‘do you think i look good?’

mochizou gives noah a smile. laughs, to himself, because part of him can’t understand why a beauty like noah would worry about how he looks. buries his nose into the crook of noah’s neck.

then, he catches himself and draws back, and he imagines his blush might be as noticeable as noah’s is.

‘you’re beautiful,’ he signs. there is wine on noah’s cheeks, again, and the corners of his lips twitch up into a brief smile.

when mochizou is helping noah sit on the table for posing, his thumbs are resting in the dips of his hipbone and his eyes are looking straight into noah’s, and the tips of noah’s fingers are buried into mochizou’s hair and the palms are resting, cradling his nape. mochizou doesn’t know how they got there. one second his muse was holding onto his shoulders for balance and support, and the next…well.

noah’s cheeks are taking on the colour of wine again. it spreads up the highs of his cheekbones, colours the tips of his ears. he looks sweet. like a maraschino cherry. like mochizou could kiss him hard, right now, fingers tangling up with his hair, and if he were to draw back, noah’s lips would be the colour of a red grape. from his lips, mochizou’s gaze travels downward, to the soft curve of his throat where the skin is paler and stretched tighter.

noah’s breath is hitching, and his fingers twitch in mochizou’s hair. a nail scrapes against mochizou’s scalp and he moves back. he hadn’t even realised he’d been leaning in.

mochizou’s muse makes a choked sort of noise, his fingers tensing up. they press up against mochizou’s scalp, pushing him forward. noah leans in, too, parting their lips. inhaling, exhaling. mochizou can’t stop looking. at the soft line of noah’s lips, the hint of teeth he can see.

involuntarily, he swipes the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip. he can’t stop thinking. does noah taste like wine? like purple grapes? will it burn at first touch and simmer down his throat and light his insides up, better than the finest aged wine?

the soft bump in noah’s throat bobs as they swallow. mochizou’s transfixed by the movement, by the pretty, pretty neck of pretty, pretty noah. he tilts his head, curves his palm around until he feels noah’s curls and tugs. he presses his lips searing hot against noah’s skin.

noah takes in the softest, prettiest gasp. his hands drop from mochizou’s hair and go down to clutch his shirt like two vices, and his breathing turns harsh and shallow and mochizou can feel it against his lips. mochizou’s other hand leaves noah’s hip, too, to gently hold the small of his back.

it’s a short kiss. it has to be a short kiss, and maybe time simply slowed down for mochizou. when he draws back, noah’s lips are flushed, like he’s been biting them. his cheeks are nothing but wine, wine, wine, and his fingers still clutch onto mochizou’s shirt with no sign of relent.

mochizou feels as though his voice is gone. his head is pounding, again, and it hasn’t even been a day since he’s kissed noah’s thigh. it’s like his vision has gone blurry, like his nerves are alternating between becoming hypersensitive and being dead and numb.

“mh,” noah says. it’s a frustrated hum, almost like a growl, and swings mochizou’s vision back into focus to realise the frustration in his muse’s eyes.

mochizou snatches his hands away immediately, coming up to sign a hundred apologies, and noah pushes his hands down in one rough motion.

‘you can’t do that.’ his hands are moving fast. they’re slightly trembling. mochizou feels dizzy. and cold. and pale. noah doesn’t look like he’s taking notice. ‘you can’t —’ his hands come down in clenched fists, his knuckles losing colour.

“you have to —” noah speaks in a stiff voice. flicks his gaze up to the ceiling. “why can’t you kiss me?”

mochizou’s heart stops. it stutters and spurts like an engine, beating a hundred miles an hour. his tongue is rubbery.

“what?”

noah is not completely deaf. he’s partially deaf. and mochizou’s muse is a smart, wonderful, unpredictable thing, and has probably read his lips. or realised what he’s asked through the sounds he can hear. “i…” they shut their eyes, shaking their head. their hands come up to sign. ‘why don’t you kiss me?’ is their question. they pull mochizou in close, wrapping their legs around his midriff, and they sign again. ‘i thought it would be in the morning. in the theatre. in the parking lot. in the changing room.’ their arms wrap around mochizou’s shoulders, and noah speaks each following word slowly, and with clarity, “you can’t just kiss my legs. and then my neck. twice. and not kiss my lips. it’s not fair!”

oh. oh. mochizou feels dizzy again with relief. he curls his fingers into noah’s hair. so, noah liked it. noah liked everything.

his muse nods like it’s consent to kiss them.

so, mochizou does. he kisses his muse eagerly, and his muse kisses back harder, and noah burns like wine on summer, or like summer itself. he burns like fire whiskey and embers and sets sparks off at mochizou’s nerve endings. and he’s turning dizzy again, breathless because noah’s tugging his hair back with one hand and making him cry into his muse’s mouth. and then, when neither of them can breathe, noah pulls back gasping.

mochizou’s chest is cleaving. his head reels, dizzy like he’s experiencing vertigo. it’s like his vision tunnels again, focusing on nothing that’s not noah.

mochizou had thought — he’d honestly thought noah would be shyer. and noah is shy; he’s blushing furiously, and his lips are the colour of red grapes, and mochi’s hand is seared when he brings it back to cup noah’s cheek. but he thought would noah kiss more…softly?

he feels like an idiot. noah’s legs drop from his midriff. he drops down to the floor and falters, mochizou’s arms coming up to steady him, and he knows that it’s probably because noah just had a ballet performance, and their legs must be exhausted, but a tiny little smitten voice in his head suggests that, maybe noah’s weak-legged because of their kiss.

noah buries his cold nose into mochizou’s neck, and kisses him.

it’s open-mouthed, and noah’s tongue burns mochizou’s skin, and it makes him jump. noah’s hands clutch his shirt again, unyielding, and mochizou can feel it when his muse scrunches their brows up in frustration. after a moment, noah withdraws, giving mochizou another frustrated look.

he’s still upset about how long it took for mochizou to kiss him. mochizou can’t say he blames him. he cups the side of his muse’s cheek again, rubbing circles around the curve of his temple, moving to his scalp, watching him shut his eyes briefly from the little massage. it’s almost perfect how easily noah’s cheek fits into his palm. like two halves of a whole.

they decide that noah will not pose for mochizou today. it’s mainly because when he’s sat on the table again, noah feels out of his element; he’s fidgety, and his body wants to fold in on itself.

‘what’s wrong?’ signs mochizou.

‘i can’t stop thinking about our kiss.’

there is also another reason why they decide not to have a session: it’s late, and there is a droop in noah’s eyes as it gets closer to midnight, and his head lulls forward like a sleepy angel every time mochizou soothingly tugs on his hair. 

when they’re kissing on the couch, noah is purring against mochizou’s mouth like a happy kitten, one hand intertwined with him. there is still wine on his cheeks when mochizou withdraws, and the lights are bathing noah in gold. he giggles along when mochizou does, music to his ears, prettier than an angel’s harp. apollo must be ashamed to lose such a muse, one who puts the rest of aphrodite’s children to shame, one who is favoured by helios’s rays. it is his essence. it is who he is: an unrivalled beauty.

“when did you start liking me?” asks mochizou.

“loving you,” corrects noah.

“loving me. noah,” says mochizou, and it sounds like a beautiful word on his tongue. he says it slowly, softly, moulding the two syllables with each other with care. no-ah. “when did you start loving me?”

noah purses those pretty lips of his. what a complicated, beautiful, wonderful thing he is. mochizou’s prettiest muse. he could sculpt that face and body every day of his life. “i realised it when you touched my back. you did it so gently, with so much care.”

mochizou…did not know that. he looks at how he’s holding pretty noah’s hand. gently. following noah’s grip.

“i…didn’t notice.”

noah giggles again. “it’s a small detail. when did you start liking me?”

“loving you.”

noah giggles again, at how mochizou copies him. maybe he’s also giggling because he’s happy that mochizou loves him back, not just like. “when did you start loving me, mochizou?” noah is as careful with his name as mochizou was with noah’s. he does not slur it, like how everyone else does. he does not rush through it. he says it clearly, softly, ringing out each syllable like his tongue is a cradle for it. mo-chi-zou.

slowly, mochizou bites his lip. he watches noah’s eyes track the movement. “when i realised how you calmed my anger,” he said. “i once looked at you frustrated, and all my anger just…disappeared. how could i be mad at such beauty? i knew i was in too deep when i thought that.”

“is that why you’re always so patient with me?” noah asks in a soft voice. his eyes are twinkling like a night sky under the living room lights. “why you can put up with my shit?”

“it’s not putting up, you’re not a chore. i enjoy spending time with you. i love talking to you. i want to paint you and i want to make a sculpture of you that will put angels to shame.”

noah makes a sound. it’s almost like a shriek because of how flustered he’s become all of a sudden. “you can’t just say that. i fell in love with you because you touched my back. i’ll have to marry you if you say things like that.”

mochizou raises his brows. “good,” he laughs, “i’ll keep saying it, then.”

they giggle, again. mochizou stares at his lips for a long, long moment, before his pretty muse has pulled him down for another kiss. there is wine in his mouth and grape on his lips, because he is dionysus’s favourite wine and aphrodite’s favourite child and helios’s favourite thing to shine on.

“do you love me?” asks noah.

“i love you as much as a boyfriend would his gorgeous lover,” replies mochizou.

“how much is that?”

“this much.”

his pretty muse is kissed until the sun seeks him out again.

#m tag #cybel #writeblr #writers on tumblr #kyles.writing #au for cybel #mochinoah #mochizou and noah #noah and mochizou #sculptor #muse x artist #my god. how do i tag non-hero vi11ain shit? #words #spilled ink #outofink #writing #my writing #not expecting this 2 get over 10 notes tbh #Gay people pining and not communicating about their feeling #but it's okay they kiss and talk about it #mlm #pining #queer ocs #queer romance #hoh fiction #sign language #greek references #ballet dancer #queer ballet dancer #thank you cybel for these tags

[wanderingmind867]

Part 4 of my Greek family tree thing. I took a break from it because it was getting kind of dull and it required a lot of wikipedia searching. But I've come back for part 4. The least I can do is discuss the first 12 Titans briefly. So here we go (note: this took me nearly two hours to write):

Gaia and Ouranos had lots of children (including the Cyclopses and the hundred-handed ones) but their most famous children were the 12 Titans. Six male, six female. In order from oldest to youngest (well, with Oceanus as eldest and Kronos as the youngest. I don't know the others) they were:

Oceanus: Oceanus seems like the most gentle of all of Gaia and Ouranos's sons. Being the oldest, perhaps Oceanus had a maturity the others didn't. Oceanus didn't participate in the attack on his father (he was the only one of the six male titans who didn't participate in the attack), and he also didn't any sides during the first titan war. Perhaps this is why there's no indication Oceanus was punished in any significant way. Unlike his brothers, I'm assuming he got amnesty for staying neutral.

Tethys: Tethys would end up as Oceanus's wife. They were both Titans of the water. According to her wikipedia page, Tethys nursed Helios and Selene for her sister Theia. Her and Oceanus may have also raised Hera while Zeus was fighting Kronos. Wikipedia mentioned something about that.

Hyperion: Titan of Light, he is responsible for most of the gods that represent the cosmos. Him and his wife Theia had three kids: Helios (the Sun), Selene (the Moon) and Eos (the Dawn). Also, Hyperion was guardian of one of the pillars that held up the sky. Him, Crius, Coius and Iapetus were the four Titans in charge of holding up the sky. Hyperion got the Eastern Pillar, making him Titan of the East.

Theia: The Titan in control of sight and vision. Theia is responsible for making precious metals like gold and silver shine the way they do. She made them precious, I suppose you could say. Her and Hyperion were clearly a good pair. Light and Vision, two things very commonly associated with each other.

Coeus: Coeus is the forgotten titan. He's almost never mentioned in the Pjo books, his wikipedia page is much smaller than his brothers, Coeus is clearly very forgettable. Maybe it's because he was one of the middle kids in the titan family. Coeus was also the guardian of the Northern Pillar of the sky, making him Titan of the North. He may have also been the Titan of Knowledge. Apollo, Artemis and Hecate are his grandkids.

Phoebe: Wife of Coeus, Phoebe is also associated with Prophecy. Before her grandson Apollo, Phoebe was the guardian of the Oracle of Delphi. She gave it away to her grandson on one of his birthdays, the same way her sister Themis had given it to her years ago.

Crius/Krios: Titan of the Stars, one of his names (Krios specifically) was supposedly also the Greek word for Ram. Crius is another one that's easily forgotten, but at least he was briefly seem in the Pjo series (that's more than what Coeus got). Crius is also the Titan of the South, holding up the southern pillar of the sky.

Mnemosyne: Titan of memory, Mnemosyne stayed neutral in the Titan war (or fought for the Olympians). We know this because Mnemosyne is also the mother of the nine muses, who were born from Mnemosyne and Zeus.

Iapetus: Titan of Mortality and Craftsmanship, Iapetus was the Titan of the West. He may be seen as humanity's oldest ancestor. To the point where his four children (prometheus, epimetheus, atlas and menoetius) were seen as embodying some of humanity's worst aspects.

Themis: Titan of Justice and Law. Themis would go on to marry Zeus and become his second wife. Fun fact: Themis is still referenced a lot today. Whenever we refer to lady justice, we're probably talking about Themis.

Rhea: Mother of the gods, Rhea plays an important role in the history of Olympus. Also, let's be honest. Rhea probably had an awful life with a husband like Kronos.

Kronos: The youngest of the Titans, Kronos was also the worst of the lot. Kronos was probably the Titan/God of time (unless you think him and Chronos are two different people). Kronos may have also been the god of the harvest. But honestly, he'll always be known for castrating his father and trying to eat his children. Oh, and probably being an abusive husband with that track record.

#I can't believe how long this took #someone had to read this now #after I spent two hours writing it #when I probably could have been doing something more productive #sigh... #percy jackson #rick riordan #greek mythology #pjo hoo toa #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo series #percy jackson series #my thoughts #riordan universe #riordanverse #riordan verse #heroes of olympus #hoo

[once-was-muses]

@lilaxwine | Send ‘ You can talk to me ’ for my muse to discuss a traumatic experience of theirs

‘ You can talk to me ’ for Bro'Dee (from Miles if you're answering these like interactions!)

Bro'Dee smiles at the assurance, his expression not reaching his eyes. He is every ounce distraught as his newest human companion suspects- betrayed by his own mind, flashing out a strong sense of remorse while he tried to meditate- and yet he reflexively tries to keep a brave face, keeping himself looking composed. But it only lasts a few seconds, Bro'Dee unable to falsely reassure Miles.

Instead, he looks down at the blue band around his finger, remaining quiet a few seconds more.

Voice soft and small, he at last confesses, "I... Feel guilty. There is so much more that I should be doing. So much more I should have done. I am aware that dwelling on the past only slows the future, but..." He closes his hand in a loose fist, holding it against his chest. "It is my fault that my family perished attempting to climb Mt. Helios. I should never have let any of them accompany me. Maybe... If I had stayed in our village, when the Red Lanterns started abducting my people... We would have wound up on the same ship. And I could have freed us. It would not have saved our planet, but we-..."

Bro'Dee shakes his head, briefly squeezing his eyes closed. "I am- It is not worth thinking about. I am sorry to have concerned you."

#They're Listening... : asks #lilaxwine (miles) #Blue Moon : Saint Walker #[ pats the top of Bro'Dee's head This Fish Can Fit So Much Survivor’s Guilt In Him- ]

[elysiumxii]

🎄  for  our  muses  to  spend  time  with  one  another  over  the  winter  break . - Elijah is Gryffindor, muggle, would be friends with Cedric but also Pansy and post war becomes the history of magic professor lol for whatever part of the timeline you choose.

Harry Potter AU meme - Elijah & Helios

With a precious book clutched to his chest, one intrepid Ravenclaw slowly peers around the solid wood doorframe into the Great Hall. Unlike it's usual bustling life and noise, the large room seemed rather still and silent with so few people in it. Yet what it lacked in students, it more than made up for in bright, ornate, sparkling Christmas decorations. Hung from the wall fixtures and draped across tables it was warm and rich, not to mention inviting. Inviting enough to tempt Helios out of the comfort of the Ravenclaw tower dorm room or the tranquillity of the library.

Well, that and one other thing... Rumour has it that one particular student was also staying at Hogwarts over the Christmas holiday and, well, it would be a shame to waste the opportunity. If he could be brave enough, that is.

There he was, sat by the second most impressive thing in the hall, the large, towering and sparkling Christmas tree, with it's bewitched ornaments in vibrant red and gold with a base so large you would lose someone if they stood behind it! Then sat, reading over what seems to be a magazine, at it's base, Elijah.

"Hello-" Helios pipes up, having stopped by his table as he looks down at the older boy, in his lovely red and gold trimmed robes. He really does look so effortlessly cool. Helios never really thought he suited blue or silver. So named for the light reflecting gold of his hair, Helios was more warm toned than cool... but the books and knowledge side of things really did suit him. It makes sense the sorting hat decides more on character than colour palette. It was just a shame... his mind was rambling again.

"You're staying for Christmas too?" He states, rather pointlessly because the last carriages had left hours ago and there is a giant Christmas tree behind him. This wasn't going at all how he'd planned it. Elijah was a year above him in school and no doubt had no real idea who he was, only, as a second year Elijah had helped him on his first week, when the castle staircases had played a mean trick on him and gotten him more than a little lost. With tears brimming in his eyes the Gryffindor had found him and walked him right to the door of his class... Helios had been harbouring rather a crush since then. 7 years... that was a long time.

#replies;helios #hp;au #/ me: timeline what timeline? *dances like a mess all over the place* #lolol

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And So It Begins

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~Morta’s POV~

~Three Years Later~

“Target eliminated,” I spoke into the communications system.

“Okay, head back home, I’ll be waiting at the front gate for you,” Ash spoke into my earpiece. 

“Okie Dokie, love you,” I whispered and headed back into the treeline. 

I was on a mission to kill a monster that had been guarding the borders of the Darklands, preventing our people from trade. We don’t just live in solitude, we do go out from time to time. Other than that, Ash and I are in a three-year-strong relationship. Ever since that night of my coronation, well, yeah, relationship. I mean, we rule the kingdom together and we are a front in this battle together, so why not? Besides, I know that he would never leave me, and I will never leave him. Right now, I was very close to Alfhiem, surprisingly. I must have wandered here while I was in my musings. A voice seemed to be coming from my right, so I turned to follow it and maybe overhear what they were saying.

“- if we position you here, Celestial and I can wait here for an ambush. Andromeda, you can scout and make sure no one unwanted falls into the trap. Is that okay with everyone?” I knew that voice, but it sounded different.

“Helios, what if she doesn’t fall for the trap?” a different voice said, and I recognized that one too. 

I could only assume that those voices belonged to Prince Helios and his friends. Were they seriously trying to lure me into a trap? Those idiots, they can’t catch me. Especially Helios, that traitor. 

“Ash, I might be a little late,” I whispered into the earpiece.

“Why? What are you going to do?” he scolded me, probably because he knows that I’m up to something dangerous.

“Spy on some old friends,” I said cryptically.

“You’re really impossible sometimes, you know? Do you want me to come with you?” he sounds super concerned as he speaks, I can almost see him furrowing his brows.

“You know what, why don’t you tag along this time? I’m sure you’ll love who I’m spying on,” I whisper, careful not to let Helios or the other here. 

“Okay, I’m coming via shadow travel. Just wait, I’ll be there in a second,” he says into my earpiece and cuts the connection. 

I turn mine off as well and go deeper into the woods so in case Ash does something stupid and falls from a tree, he doesn’t alert Helios and the others. It’s happened before and it can happen again.

“Hey,” Ash says quietly from beside me.

“You managed not to fall from a tree this time, congratulations,” I say sarcastically.

“Oh, that was one time! Anyway, who are we stalking?” he asks as we creep closer to Helios.

When we arrive, we hide in the tree line and behind some bushes so Helios doesn’t spot us. Ash thankfully came prepared and put his cloak on before he left the castle, which is nice. Through his hood, I can only see his lips and chin, which are turned in a sneer when he spots Helios, Celestial, Andromeda, and Vix around a makeshift outpost overlooking a map of the woods. 

“The gual of that Prince to come into my woods after what he did-,” Ash trails off while probably thinking of many profanities to call Helios.

“Do you think we can catch her this time?” Andromeda asks Helios while looking up from the map. 

“I sure do hope so,” Helios mutters. 

“They’re hunting you?” Ash whispers angrily.

“Yeah,” I say nonchalantly. 

“I see you’re not really caring about what they do,” Ash sounds amused at my attitude.

“I don’t really care, they’ll never catch me,” I shrug and turn back to Helios’s conversation. 

“What if she doesn’t come?” Celestial asks her older brother.

“She will come, I’m sure of it,” Helios says to her.

I decided that I should make my presence known, “You know, it really is rude to talk about someone behind their back.”

All four of them swiveled to face me with their weapons drawn. Helios with one of his two swords, Andromeda had a knife in her hand, Vix had two throwing knives in both of his hands, and Celestial was in the back with an arrow notched in her bow. Ash was still hiding in the tree line, probably thinking I’m insane. I didn’t carry a weapon with me at the moment, but I could summon a magickal staff from a ring I wore at a moment’s notice, if not I could always use magick. 

“Queen Enchantress, so nice of you to show up,” Helios growled out. 

“What exactly were you planning on doing? Trying to hunt the hunter?” I mused as a smile graced my lips, unsettling those around me.

“We can’t just let you go around killing people,” Vix criticized.

“Telling a Queen what to do are we?” I fake scolded them.

“I don’t care if you’re Queen of the Darklands, killing people is wrong,” Vix retorted.

“You talk like you haven’t killed before, my soldiers nonetheless. So shut your mouth if you want to keep your tongue,” I snapped, which silenced him quickly.

“What are you doing here anyway?” Celestial asks me.

“None of your business, Celestial,” I seethed.

“How do you know my name?” she questions me, looking on guard but genuinely curious.

“I know all of you. Prince Helios, Princess Celestial, Vix, son of the Capitan of the Guard, and Andromeda, daughter of the head of Star Tower. I know more than you think. Unfortunately, this does wrap up our little visit-,” I’m cut off by Andromeda.

“Just where do you think you’re going?” she threatens. 

“Where I want to,” I snap back.

“No, you’re not. You’re coming with us,” Helios growls and pulls out his other sword.

“Over my dead body. I either walk away or you kill me. Take your pick,” I say and summon my staff from my ring.

My staff is a wicked pole of twisted obsidian with a crystal ball on top made of magickal ruby. The crystal is held on with smaller obsidian tendrils that hold it on from on top. The staff glows with an aura of death and destruction, scaring the daylights out of anyone who sees it. To add to my scary threat, Ash comes out from behind with his sword drawn, a three-foot one-and-a-half-hand blade made of Stygian Iron. The hilt and crossguard are decorated with smokey diamonds, just like his crown.

“King Tenebris, welcome to the party,” Vix grumbles out.

“It’s my pleasure,” Ash sneers. 

We use codenames so people don’t actually find out who we are, and since we have our cloaks on, we’re pretty much unrecognizable. Ash’s codename: Tenebris, is Latin for darkness. Mine is Enchantress, I just thought it sounded cool. 

“Well, are we walking away from this, or are we fighting it out?” I snarl and get my staff into position.

Helios and the others ready their weapons, so I just sigh and get ready for a fight. I place my staff on the ground in front of me, holding on with both hands. I close my eyes and concentrate. Before anyone can even get ready for the oncoming attack, I launch a large spell that renders Helios, Vix, Andromeda, and Celestial unconscious. I sway on my feet a bit at that powerful of a spell against four people who are well acquainted with the works of magick. 

“Go easy there, that was one large spell you cast,” Ash offers me his hand and I take it to steady myself.

I shrink my staff back into a ring and sway on my feet a bit more, feeling very exhausted after what I have just done. 

“I’m okay,” I separate each word with a pant and gasp for breath.

“No, your not, you liar. Never do that again,” Ash scolds me.

“Why not? It’s not like I almost died,” I complain as we head back to the castle.

“You have almost died from using that spell before, and you know that,” Ash continues to reprimand me.

“That was on an army, this time I just did it on four people,” I defend myself even though I feel like I could fall any second.

“Those four people were experts at their magick, and you know that too. Please be more careful next time, I don’t need you hurt before a war,” he nags.

“We’re starting it?” I ask shocked.

“Yeah, I think it’s well time we get this war started,” Ash said with an unsteady expression.

“Thank goodness! I’ve been waiting for years,” I wanted to start a war as soon as I was appointed Queen, but that would have been a bit rash. 

“I know you have, but you have to try to be more careful than that. I can’t have you pulling a stunt like that in the middle of a battle. So, please don’t do that again,” Ash’s tone held so much concern, you would think that he was my older brother.

“Oh, fine. I’ll only use that spell if I absolutely have to,” I promised him, and this is one that I intended to keep.

The rest of the trip back to the castle was uneventful, and we didn’t talk much. By the time we got back to the castle, I felt better, but not great. That spell was risky, and I jumped into it face-first without thinking, which was pretty stupid of me. 

“Ash, when are we going to talk to the army about this? We’re going to have to tell them at some point. We also have to work out some details about our plans,” I trailed off while sorting through my now significantly longer to-do list in my head.

“I can tell them tonight, you, on the other hand, need rest,” Ash answers.

“Then we can sort out everything tomorrow?” I ask as I stand in my doorframe.

“Yeah, love you,” he kisses me on the forehead and walks to the army barracks.

I sigh and close my door as he walks out of sight. Life is about to get a lot more interesting.

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