#Cupid with his wings on fire

[zegalba]

Nan Goldin: Cupid with his wings on fire, Le Louvre (2010)

#Nan Goldin #Cupid with his wings on fire #Le Louvre #art #sculpture #statue #white #wings #body #2010

[pretentiouswreckingball]

I’m listening to Ed Sheeran again,,,,,what is happening to me,,,,,

#Ed sheeran renaissance perhaps?? #say whatever you like about the man but he made some bops on his time #don’t look at me thinking out loud and shape of you I’m not talking about you #Nancy mulligan?? Nina?? Galway Girl (grill)??? #CASTLE ON THE HILL??? I SEE FIRE??? #I remember Give Me Love had me in a chokehold when I was a teenager. does anyone remember the music vid? with the girl taking a #fucking feather off his back??? and then playing Cupid with that awful set of wings??? traumatizing

[yonemurishiroku]

An Older Nico who comes back to the past after wreaking havoc in his original timeline tho.

The guy's nice. He helps them. He's powerful. He's soft for his younger self and he adores Hazel all the same.

But then they see his sword brimming with godly essences; his aura sometimes turns slightly red at the edges. He has a vial of fire - from Hephaestus' forge, Leo said - that he doused Clytius with. A pair of winged shoes enabled him to cut off Cupid's wings after Young Nico's forced to come out. When he brakes off Jason and Percy's fight, he can redirect Jason's bolts and Percy thinks the pearls that the older man uses to defend against his water are familiar. Maybe he saw it in Poseidon's palace.

They're just gifts, he said. But they don't look like it, especially when Annabeth finds a shatter of her mother's shield amongst the future Nico's possession.

It's only much, much later when they realize that those are the takings of his fight against their godly parents where - or when - the older Nico comes from.

#villain nico #dark nico #older nico #nico di angelo #pjo #hoo #toa #yone rambling #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #fanfic talk again bc what’s new anw? #jason grace #percy jackson #riordanverse #cupid (pjo) #selfcest au #selfcest #selflove nico #selflove nico my religion #yone headcanon #time travel au #time travel

[lou-struck]

Operation: Stay Away Cupid

Obey Me Brothers and Datables x reader

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

With Valentines Day Approaching in the Devildom, Solomon decides to play a little prank on others, with an oblivious you in the middle of it.

a/n: I wanted to do a little background before posting the little blurbs.

Introduction:

Solomon knows that all eyes are on him right now; 

"What is it, Solomon?" Diavolo asks, the friendly smile on his face making him feel almost bad enough to not go through with this little prank of his.

Using the poker face it had taken him, hundreds of years to perfect, he glances slowly around the room and takes a deep breath for suspense. "Valentine's day is fast approaching, so I need to warn you all about the danger Mc is in." At the mention of you being in any sort of danger, everyone sits up a bit straighter and stares at the Sorcerer intently.

"Oi, what do you mean MC is in danger?" Mammon yells, springing from his seat.

"Sit down, Mammon," his elder brother practically growls, yanking him into his seat by the hem of his jacket.

The crowd is silent and waiting expectantly for Solomon to continue. 

He grabs the back end of a podium tightly; if his little prank of his is to work, he needs to make sure that no one in this room has ever heard of the little tale he has spun. 

"In the human world, there is a creature that appears on Valentine's Day. Its sole purpose is to go around and shoot people with magic arrows to make them fall in love. But this creature is mischievous and likes to make people fall in love with the wrong sort of people."

"What exactly do you mean by the wrong sort of people?" the Demon Lord asks. 

Solomon lets his features fall as he meets the Prince's eye. "Someone who would mistreat them, Cupid thinks it's funny to see how humans come crawling back to someone who isn't worthy of their love.

Barbados furrows his brow, "A Cupid? I don't think I have ever seen one before."

Ignoring the butler's statement, he continues his lesson. "They also do not like it when someone has too many suitors to choose from." He adds, giving the group a once-over. With a wave of his hand, stacks of research materials magically appear in the laps of his audience of growingly angry angels and demons, who stare at the piles of cheesy Valentine's Day cards and short stories.

Fire blazes in Satan's green eyes as he speaks, "And that would be us, wouldn't it? "

'This little prank is going well.' Solomon thinks to himself as everyone is beginning to understand why their sweet human is being targeted.

"It would," he says solemnly, shaking his head. "Sometimes Cupid can get a bit jealous; I believe the reason why they are being targeted is that the creature wants Mc to be forced to fall in love with it instead."

"That kind of magic exists?" Simeon mumbles, staring at the image of the white-winged baby intently. "I never thought something that looks as innocent as this could be capable of such unthinkable deeds."

"So, if Mc gets hit with one of these Arrows, they won't love me anymore?" Asmodeus asks, his peach-colored eyes turning glassy at the thought.

"Should we tell them?" Beel asks softly; the snack he has been munching on now sits discarded next to him.

Before the Sorcerer can even open his mouth to object, he is cut off by Lucifer. "Absolutely not; if we tell them, they could get scared. Let's focus on keeping this beast away from them."

"Well, what are we supposed to do about this, huh?" Mammon says, staring at the other human exactly.

"Obviously, we are going to protect them," Levi mumbles finally.

The Sorcerer snaps his fingers, "That. Is exactly what we are going to do. So if any of us are out with them later, they'll have to protect them.

"Won't we be affected if we get hit by the arrows?" The youngest brother asks, clutching his large pillow with a vice-like grip.

Being prepared for this question, the Sorcerer shakes his head. "No, none of us are human enough to be affected by the magic."

He gives them each a conversation heart from the box he picked up at a Human world grocery store. "Take this; It will help you see through its magic and spot the signs that it's near; I wrote down a few other things to look out for," Solomon says, eating one of the candied hearts as everyone else does the same.

"So what now?" Mammon asks, swallowing the candy whole.

Solomon grins and clasps his hands together. "Now that that's settled let Operation Stay Away Cupid Commence."

~ How will everyone handle protecting you from Cupid's Nonexistent Arrows? Parts 2-4 to come!

#obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me #Diavolo x reader #Barbatos x reader #Simeon x reader #Solomon x reader #Lucifer x reader #Mammon x reader #Asmodeus x reader

[circeyoru]

Gift = Requested

[Alastor x Cupid!Reader]

The Request

A running gag Alastor would use was that you shot him with one of your love arrows. Then you would firmly deny it and swear that your powers over love weren’t the reason for his infatuation with you. Both of you use it as a playful tease, nothing too serious

You were Cupid, the famous or infamous for your control over love and desire, both for love and hate. Your godly powers can’t be denied and you didn’t have an equal as no one could overcome you and your powers

Mainly working on Earth, you did your job to nudge the soul into the ‘right’ lover. For Heaven folks, you didn’t want to since it was all ‘perfect’ there. In Hel though, well, you saw that the place was already a loss cause so you never even tried. You may have for the pure-hearted ones, like two of the sins that found their love that they would protect for life

Your powers were more like that spark that people would say ‘love at first sight’ or something, you didn’t like the part that you could manipulate love and desire like those stupid love potions (looking at Valentino and Velvette). When you come across one that’s under such influence, you summoned a black arrow of hatred and fired

It was when Alastor witness the play between you and the Vees that he got interested. You had a pair of white wings behind you, but you weren’t an exterminator. You carry a bow with magically appeared arrows and not spears. Your white wings were also much smaller than that of an angels

You didn’t realize you were watched and continued your ‘fun’ sabotaging the love potion produced by the three Overlords. If they wanted to manipulate love, then you can play too. They should honestly be glad you didn’t fire any arrows directly at them

Love is powerful. With a love arrow, you can have the target at your feet, begging for your attention and interest. With a hate arrow, you can have the target self-loath themselves to destruction. You wield power that can be an equivalent to a god’s, but you kept yourself grounded, prefering to interact with the commonality

Since you were holding back, you didn’t realize Vox’s sneak attack. You were that one person and it was one against three! Before Vox could even touch you, he was knocked back by a black shadow that dispersed to reveal a demon in red. You blinked as you stared at your saviour

“Are you quite alright, my dear? That was a close call.” Alastor’s radio voice spoke

You only managed a nod, still shocked that a demon actually came to your rescue. Normally all demons would steer clear of you. Because you look like an angel with your angels and bow. So you were used to the solo travelling and defending

“This has nothing to do with you!” Vox shouted when he got back, he pointed at you, making you hide behind Alastor who proved to be a very very suitable shield. “We’ll settle this later but now,” He gestured to Valentino and Velvette, then himself, “We have a score to settle with that b*tch Cupid!”

“Cupid?” Alastor tilted his head with mild confusion and interest. His head turned 180 and looked down at you, you waved and chuckled, greeting him. He hummed and turned his head back, “Well, I would like some time with the little darling as well! A shame, I don’t like sharing.”

“You used one of your arrows on that f**k face, didn’t you!” Velvette accused, also pointing a finger at you. “Now who’s the hypocrite!”

You peeked your head from behind Alastor, shouting back, “I would never! I don’t even know he was here!”

A fight turned into a squabble as the two sides shouted at each other, Alastor finding himself at the center of something amusing sure, but the attention didn’t seem to be on him. For once, the Vees were focused on a target together that wasn’t him. You were an interesting one. Very entertaining

From then onward, Alastor would seek you out when he knew you were merely a visitor in Hell. You home and work was on Earth as ‘Cupid’ though not your real name, it was one that everyone called you by so you just went with it. Humans and their obsession with higher power

You’d let Alastor hang around you as you stroll in Hell, sometimes even finding couples that you helped in Hell happy together. You would see the same in Heaven, but there were more heartbreaks because their other half would be in Hell for ‘wrongdoings’. It wasn’t your place, but you offered them a peace of mind with your third arrow of blankness. To forget the love and desire held to their target. Naturally, you did it with their consent and you’d travel to Hell to search for that target to offer the same path

Through your work and shadowing you, Alastor learned that you were one that took your duty seriously. It reminds him of his fixation with radios and the older times. While he didn’t think of you as a pawn to use, given that you had no soul and aren’t always around, he preferred your company

The best thing out of your relationship with him was your connections. You told him that your powers weren’t purely romantic on the 1-year anniversary of your relationship together. He was puzzled until you listed examples, from love towards work to friendship love, to even familial love

He wouldn’t forget that moment

When your soft finger poked where his heart would be and laid your entire palm over his beating black heart, you were slightly hovering with your small wings lifting you so you could lean over the meal table prepared by Alastor himself. “There’s another love in you that’s strong. I’m not talking about your love to me.”

Familial love. You were referring to his mother. He felt like the world suddenly went deafly silent as his attention focused on the words that came out of your moving lips. You prepared a gift for him, one that his mother wish to gift you as well. You removed the locket from your neck and passed it to him. It was a manifestation of your power, but it was one that meant so much to him because of what held within

You placed the necklace in his hand, forcefully making him cup it so he wouldn’t drop it since he was still in a state of shock. You gave him a quick kiss and thanked him for his preparations for the anniversary. You gave him his space and left

Alastor went to his forest, the necklace in hand. He walked through the forest, calmly and slowly, replaying that moment over and over as if to reassure him it was real. You found his mother in Heaven, you’ve been talking to her, she missed his sweet boy, she was happy to hear he was doing well, she was relieved to hear he had his partner finally. He looked down at the locket

He found a place to sit down, using his shadows to form a barrier. Absolutely nothing must interrupt him right now. Then he brushed over the surface of the locket and it glowed, a female figure formed, his tears threatened to form. “Mother.”

You hummed a tune as you stared up at the red sky. You knew this was when Alastor was contacting his mother. It took a while for you to perfect, but it was well worth it. Besides, it was because the love between Alastor and his mother was that strong that you were able to link the two. While they can’t physically be near each other, you hoped this would do for now

Alastor filled your void and then some, so you wanted to repay him in some way. You saw the way his love shined when he was talking about his mother and you saw the way her love shined when talking about her precious son. The two were separated by the realms, but they still love the other even with all this time and distance. You admit, you admire that because their love for each other was pure and strong

Since you didn’t do anything on your part

“My love.”

“That was quick, how was—” You didn’t get to finish your sentence when you felt yourself hugged from behind. “I’ll take a weird guess and say that you liked your anniversary gift?”

Alastor turned you around, staring at you with that look in his eyes. It was much like that time the two of you first met. Interest and fondness, though now there’s love mixed into it. “My beloved. Your gift to me can’t be compared.” 

He hugged you even tighter, he was scared this was all a dream and you’d be gone from his life or you can’t ever return to Hell to see him. Every time you felt Hell for your duties, he lost all connection to you, he couldn’t sense you or feel your presence. He feared that you’d leave him for Heaven since Hell was no place for a being as lovely as you

The two of you shared a kiss but not before Alastor whispered to you, “You are already a gift to my soul.”

Note: This might as well be a post, but meh. I'm lazy to do it. I'm working on the other requests, will be posted soon I think

Circe Y.

Other works: MASTERLIST

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[youryurigoddess]

A. Z. Fell & Co. bookshop and its statues

To start off, you have to be warned that the former set was almost completely destroyed in the S1 bookshop fire and whatever wasn’t important enough to be salvaged before the shooting had to be replaced afterwards. Which means that a few memorable and already identified pieces aren’t there anymore, for better or worse.

This is going to be another long analysis, and certainly not a full one — I’ll describe only the big picture and the most important props. A continuation focusing on the decorations in the less prominent parts of the bookshop will follow here.

Right at the entrance we can see twin tables with the Marly Horses by Guillaume Coustou the Elder. The sculptures showing two rearing horses with their groom were originally commissioned by Louis XV of France for the entrance to château de Marly, a royal residence near Versailles.

In S2 Crowley is shown consistently using one of the horses, partially out of convenience, partially in line with a returning throughout the season dark horse theme. Ironically, the symbolic harnessing of a wild animal mirrors the supposed domestication of the demon by his angel, as seen in the transformation of the statue to the right from the entrance into an altar of his submission.

After all, there’s nothing more vulnerable to Crowley than losing the usual protection of his shades, and using a horse sculpture as a stand for his sunglasses speaks volumes about his natural aptitude towards uncertain and liminal states. He thrives in stress situations, dangles his feet while hopping onto a curb, and assumes the form of a non-Euclidean fluid when asked to sit down in a chair. Stability isn’t exactly what he’s most comfortable with. So what for Aziraphale signifies the power over his (theirs?) own domain and ultimate safe space, for Crowley means a challenge.

It makes sense that this particular spot near the exit is where the demon feels most secure in the bookshop, his favorite place in the world. That’s where he stood after crossing its threshold in 1941 too.

The statue in the middle, right on top of the central bookstand, was replaced after the S1 fire. It’s still clearly a Cupid, but in a different pose and without his weapons — instead of shooting an arrow, now he’s holding his left hand over his head, pointing up towards Heaven or God. Quite a change. This is the most similar copy made after Ernest Rancoulet. The butterfly-like wings (similar to the ones Rancoulet used in his La Nuit Tout Repose, At Night Everything Rests) on the copy in the bookshop have visible screws, so they were probably added either by the previous owner or the Good Omens art department.

What’s especially important from the analytic point of view is that similarly to S1, the Cupid in question still appears in the frame facing Crowley, but not targeting him anymore, like it used to, but rather mirroring. The most memorable example appears during the Final Fifteen™ when the demon points up with left hand to highlight his “No nightingales” line.

This one will be fun! Everyone, meet George Maxim’s bronze allegory of Music in her full glory. Angels like music in general, right? And Aziraphale is a known audiophile, which was asserted in the very first episode of the new season. But there’s another link to music in his angelic roots. A rather apocalyptic one — the Archangel Raphael is believed to blow the trumpet from a holy rock in Jerusalem to announce the Second Coming (the Day of Resurrection), and Israfil, its Islamic counterpart, Qiyamah (the Day of Judgment).

Staying in the very same context, let’s read the ballad Israfel by Edgar Allen Poe, which was obviously inspired by the titular Archangel.

Nothing on Earth lasts forever — but that’s exactly the reason why we should use it for inspiration, savor this momentary bliss, and hold it in our hearts. The ballad shares the same sentiment about all creation being temporary and only the passions of angels (i.e., Aziraphale’s and Crowley’s feelings) staying eternally unchanging as Aziraphale’s “Nothing lasts forever”. His line was intended as an affirmation of his feelings, similar to “You go too fast for me, Crowley”.

And just like the Cupid is mirroring Crowley in the “No nightingales” line, Music is targeting Aziraphale with her harp in the following frame.

On the counter there’s a smaller bronze statue, which original unfortunately remains unidentified, but I was able to track some similar designs. A woman coming back from the harvest with crops — either a representation of Autumn or the Greek goddess Demeter bringing a blessing of a plentiful harvest. In the Bible, the harvest is a metaphor for both spiritual fruitfulness and judgment. Our productivity in God’s kingdom is supposedly tied to our faith and obedience. And the most popular verses repeat an even older saying, how one reaps what they sow:

Do not be deceived: God is not mocked, for whatever one sows, that will he also reap. For the one who sows to his own flesh will from the flesh reap corruption, but the one who sows to the Spirit will from the Spirit reap eternal life. (Galatians 6:7-8)

And another angel came out of the temple, calling with a loud voice to him who sat on the cloud, “Put in your sickle, and reap, for the hour to reap has come, for the harvest of the earth is fully ripe.” (Revelation 14:15)

The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved. (Jeremiah 8:20)

If you read The summer that was never supposed to end meta, you’ll interpret the figure itself as a rather ominous sign. Now let’s add to it positioning right next to the gigantic Victorian cash register one cannot possibly overlook and the recurring theme of payment. And the fact that it conveniently disappears at some point in The Ball (S02E05) episode, never to be seen again. Is the payment reminder not needed anymore, because its day just came?

For some reason ever since S1 this one was often interpreted as a bust of Alexander the Great by the fandom. The proper name is the Head of a Victorious Athlete, also known as Benevento Head. As this suggests, the originally bronze sculpture represents a victorious athlete wearing an olive crown and was found near Benevento in Italy, in the remnants of the ancient town Herculaneum, wiped off from the face of the earth together with Pompeii in a tragic volcanic eruption (which was conveniently used later on as a more modern example of the story of Sodom and Gomorrah). It’s an obviously Roman copy of a Greek sculpture and dates back to 50 AD, less than a decade after Aziraphale and Crowley met in Rome in 41 AD— who knows, maybe they were still around at the time? This would make an interesting connection to the statue Crowley brought back to his apartment in 1941.

And no, in the HD quality and especially en face it doesn’t appear similar to Crowley. In fact, there seems to be a very good reason why most photographers choose another, more flattering angle for this particular artwork. But aesthetics aside, the white bust seems more like a mirror for Aziraphale and his self-constructed (and self-imposed) idealized image, based on a specific set of virtues. The presented athlete is victorious because he’s the epitome of the Platonic Triad of higher Forms: Truth, Beauty, and Excellence, understood in the wider context of the Greek Aretē.

To highlight this point, in S1 the head was literally used as a designated display place of the medal Aziraphale got as a commendation for his 6000 years on Earth in the 1800 cut scene. As a free agent not affiliated with Heaven in S2 he doesn’t hang it there anymore, but the medal is still in the bookshop, visible on his desk. You can see it in detail and read the description of its provenance in the last bookshop meta.

Daedalus and Icarus are a very popular motif in the history of art, but certainly not in this overtly masculine, military style. Icarus was too ambitious for his own good and ignored explicit instructions, which constitutes both the sin of pride and that of disobedience to one's parents (or one’s Creator?).

Interestingly, there’s also a version of the myth in which Icarus fashioned himself greater than Helios, the Sun himself, and the god himself punished him for it with the fall — which resonates very strongly with my vision of Crowley both in relation to his Fall and potential S3 development.

But back to Aziraphale. If the medal in question was given to him as a commendation he from the Supreme Archangel himself, it also serves as a warning for him to not get too arrogant or comfortable with his accomplishment (i.e., life on Earth) or it might lead to his fall (or, in this case, Fall).

Foreshadowing much?

#Yuri is doing her thing #good omens #good omens meta #A. Z. Fell & Co. #Aziraphale #Aziraphale’s bookshop #those art history classes weren’t a waste of time after all

[love-me-a-lotta-whump]

내 남자는 큐피드 - My Man is Cupid - Whump List - 🇰🇷

Whumpee: 천상혁 (Cheon Sang Hyeok) played by 장동윤 (Jang Dong Yoon)

Synopsis: Baek Ryun is a veterinarian, and she works at an animal clinic. She is a pretty woman. She has had many men fall in love with her because of her attractiveness. Whenever these men got into a romantic relationship with her, they always had a near-death experience and would then run away from her. Because of the bad luck, Baek Ryun is not dating anyone, but she badly wants to meet a man of fate. (MDL)

Genre/Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Comedy, Cop/Crime, Past Life, Period, Mystery, Shot, Restrained, Stabbed, Collapsed

Watch On: Amazon Prime, DramaCool, KissAsian

WARNING: POSSIBLE SPOILERS BELOW

1.01 : exhausted, (flashbacks: shot multiple times, collapsed, concern for him) ::: in shock ::: in shock, (flashbacks: concerned for someone, panicked), kneeling (emotional), grieving, crying, comforted ::: angry

1.02 : (dream: restrained (semi comical), panicking ::: fought while protecting someone, using himself as a shield, concern for him

1.03 : fought while protecting someone, using himself as a shield, concern for him ::: (minor) wound reveal, concern for him, wound treated

1.04 : (flashbacks: surrounded by fire, wings burned, fell to his knees in pain, unable to stand from the pain), concern for him

1.05 : upset, burned, wings burned, cut all over his body, thrown ::: covered in slashes, bleeding ::: bloody, slashed, concern for him, semi treated

1.06 : still converted in cuts, bloody, bandaged

1.07-1.12 : none

1.13 : (flashbacks: shot (arrow), concern for him)

1.14 : (flashbacks: shot (arrow), concern for him) ::: anxious ::: crying

1.15 : concerned for someone

1.16 : shot (arrow), concern for him, dying, fighting it, pulled the arrow out of his chest ::: saving someone, wings burning, concern for him ::: angry, fought, hit in the head with a brick, bleeding, pushed, struggling to get up, burned wings showing themselves, coughing up blood, stabbed, burned wings showing themselves, pulling the knife out of his torso, collapsed, heavily lidded eyes, found half dead, concern for him, held, weak, groaning, growing weaker, dying

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MORE WHUMP LISTS >>> {x}

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[b00kdiary]

MASTERLIST

SJM: A Ballad of Flame & Shadow | Azriel Fanfic Alex was falling between worlds- falling through worlds- until she landed with Bryce someplace that was definitely not Hel. And now there was a male before her, the most beautiful male she had ever seen and something other than fear sparked in her heart. Wattpad & Ao3 A Court of Pleasure and Ruin (Nesta x Cassian x Azriel)

Nesta can't stop thinking about how Azriel and Cassian made her feel during training and all the things she wished she could do with them. Looks like her wishes have come true.

Wildest Dreams (Batboys x Plus size reader ACOTAR)

Where the reader finds herself gaining the attention of the most notorious males in Prythian and it seems that even her wildest dreams couldn't prepare her for the night they would share.

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

Relax (Bat Boys X Plus Size reader) Where the reader goes into the Birchin sauna for some peace– and then falls asleep. She wakes up and finds she isn’t alone anymore. Rhys, Cassian and Azriel desperately want to help her relax. (Hint: High Lady Feyre likes to watch) Dreamer-(Rhysand x Reader)Rhysand begrudgingly goes to Hewn City to secure a marriage pact that will indefinitely bond the two Courts together- but the fine ladies of the Court of Nightmares are not what he wants or needs. Instead, he discovers Lady Y/N, and she has no qualms about telling him how he has failed this City and her. This is more than just coincidence, it’s fate.

Yours (Rhysand x Plus size reader) Y/N meets Rhys in a bar- one month after the worst night of her life. One month after he saved her. But Rhys has no interest in being a hero, and Y/N doesn't want to be a victim. They only want each other.

Euphoria- (Ithan Holstrom x Plus size reader)

Where Y/N finds herself needing to be reminded just how desirable she is, and Ithan Holstrom is more than willing to show her.

Stay With Me (Rhysand x Plus size reader) Part Two Part Three

Rhysand reappears at the cabin four hours after he had gone on a mission- wounded and bleeding. Y/N has no choice but to help him, even if it means yanking out every ash arrow embedded in his wings by hand. But something Cassian once told her makes her re-think the line between pleasure and pain, and she will do anything to make it better for her High Lord. ‘Cassian said that the talon holds the most nerve endings, does that make it the most delicate to touch?’

Better Than Any Fantasy (Ruhn Danaan x Tristan Flynn x Plus size reader) Y/N’s been avoiding Flynn like the plague, and Ruhn knows why and is more than happy to tell him. Especially when that conversation leads to something much better than any of them could have hoped for.

Hurt me (Cassian x Plus size reader)

Cassian and Y/N are late for an IC meeting not that Cassian cares, no, he has two things on his mind: your body and your pleasure.

Mirror, Mirror (Cassian x Plus size reader)

Y/N flees a party where it seems Cassian and Nesta can’t stay away from each other, but when Cassian comes rushing after her, more than one declaration is made and more than one secret is discovered. Cauldron Blessed (Azriel x Plus size reader) When you overhear Azriel say that the Cauldron was wrong about you. Take it (Cassian x Azriel x Plus size reader) Part 2 Rhysand's playing Cupid and his meddling has you experiencing something you never would have thought possible. Unworthy (Azriel x Plus Size Reader) Azriel hated her, he was disgusted by her… and he didn’t want another male coming near her. It all comes rushing to the surface one night when Y/N can’t take his cruelty anymore- and Azriel can’t keep lying to her about how he really feels. Mine (Cassian x plus size reader) Y/N goes wedding dress shopping and is confronted with females who make it clear that they think she’s unworthy of being Cassian’s mate, that she shouldn’t be his wife. Cassian shows her just how fucking wrong they are. Fire Night (Eris X plus size reader) It’s Fire Night and High Lord Eris has to complete the Great Rite. He finds Y/N – he finds his maiden. House of the Dragon: Aemond Targaryen

An Old Flame (fin) Wattpad version

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI a Part VI b The Letter

Beautiful Creature (fin)

Part I Part II Part III

Unexpected (fin)

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI

#acotar #sjmaas #azriel acotar #rhysand #cassian acotar #azriel x reader #cassian x reader #rhysand x reader #acotar smut #plus size reader #rhys x reader #bat boys x reader #smut #nessian smut #nesta x cassian x azriel #aemond x reader #aemond x y/n #aemond targaryen #aemond fanfiction #hotd aemond #house of the dragon #aemond smut #enemies to lovers #team black #hotd 1x10 #aemond stannies #aemond x oc #aemond one eye #prince aemond #aemond angst

[oceanlipgloss]

FATHER✝

LUCIFER.

+ warnings: erotic themes, religious defamation.

+ my mc is the heroine, so the pronouns are feminine.

He knew his Father was watching.

He has always watched, and he forever will. When things are like that, why not make this a sight worth remembering?

Once he fell, everything shattered like so many cracks, fractures, and broken bones, too—boundaries, punishments and virtue.

The first time an angel fell in love, hell broke loose in paradise. The last time an angel fell in love, immortality melted into a human life.

Now, though? No one in the Father's heaven or in the prince's underworld would dare violate him for falling in love, for staying in love, for making love.

And damn, was he grateful for that.

Because she was lovely under him, her body stark white between his black sheets, his pale fingers parting her sweet lips. Red nail polish looked less like blood and more like the glistening roses that had pooled in dainty ponds under her skin.

Had his Father seen how his teeth had perfectly put each petal in place—on her neck, her shoulders, her waist? Had he witnessed as he dyed her hair crimson with his gaze?

Whenever he admired her with her curls sprawled on his pillow like ribbons of orange flame—his pride burned blindingly bright. It gleamed with a warmth that burst through his chest and swallowed candlelight.

After all, she was not just a beautiful woman in his bed.

“Light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul,” a reverent voice recited in his head.

She was a sacred fire that could tame saints and was the very pride in his veins. She was that timeless love and his endless life. She was his greatest sin.

Why else would he often find himself lost in her, the back of his hand cool against her rosy face as he forgot reason and time?

For even under the damning eyes of his Father, even when he knew that he couldn't afford the slightest lapse before the condemning persecutor, he was the drowning one.

He was the proud one.

He was the lucky one.

His beloved was his through and through, after all; his Father had deemed him profane traitor, yet the purest of souls had fallen for him, the almighty devil. 

Stars that once lit the horizon seemed to glow in his mere capillaries at the thought. That was pride. That was her.

There was so much love for him in her eyes. Was that how nuns looked at the dead man on the cross while they prayed?

Except...she worshipped him. And his Father watched her as she did. The Lord is a charlatan.

He felt her tongue on the cupid's bow of his smirking lips. Those stars within him were none other than his darkest sin—no other than enamoured pride, setting his body alight.

For millennia, ink had been blackening water, but his wings in that moment were a moonlit night that slowly spread above her. Her fingertips touched the gold that wove between the ridges of his horns. Warm ghosts.

He parted his beauty's legs. It was bad manners to keep a lady waiting.

And...he knew his Father was watching.

He has always watched, and he forever will. When things were going to be like that, he made damn sure it was a night none of them would ever forget.

+note: “light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul” is an excerpt from Vladimir Nabokov's ‘Lolita.’

+ MASTERLIST

+ AO3 POST

©𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨

#swd lucifer #obey me lucifer #lucifer x mc #om! lucifer #om lucifer #obey me #shall we date? obey me! #obey me swd #om! shall we date #obmswd #om! swd #obey me fanfic #obey me shall we date #the story factory

[telleroftime]

Food for thought-

Do you think Bowser would ever kidnap a human for the sake of getting information out of them on how to romance Peach? You could even tell him "everyone is different" and he wouldn't hear you he'd just want answers.

Smash cut to this poor little reader trying to teach him ways of romance (and it's funnier if they have little to no experience and are just winging it).

Yes. Yes he would -- I remember reading a fic about something like this. I believe it was "Cupid and The Dragon" by plump-lips-imagine.

I think that at one point Bowser would get so fed up with his attempts to woo the princess of the Mushroom Kingdom not working that he would swallow down his pride and ask someone for help. Well, he wouldn't be asking. He'd order them to. He'd threaten them to totally-not-help him. He'd put them in a cage, hold them in the castle against their will and act like a big bad brute, all the while shyly swooning over Peach.

That person he captures just so happens to be you.

You're surprised that you're alive after the infamous king got his hands on you, and to try and regain your freedom you do you best to answer his questions. You would have expected him demanding for some state secrets but no. He asks you about romance. About why "Peach is being stubborn" because he's "obviously not the one at fault."

So then it's just days and days of you trying to help Bowser with his obsession regarding Peach. At first, you can't really call him out on how toxic he is. How unhealthy such a relationship would be. You'd try, only to dodge him spitting fire your way and running from sharp claws and deadly scowls.

It's only after the two of you get more comfortable with one another's presence that he actually takes the time to listen, and you get comfortable enough to say your thoughts. Less about romance, and simply what you can see if happening. Because such an obsession isn't good. It's entirely one-sided with the princess having stated that she wouldn't love him.

And after a little more time, instead of Peach, Bowser starts seeing you.

Apart from the initial fear, you were actually patient with him. Sure, he knew you wanted to leave but you waited. You didn't scream for Mario and Luigi. You actually talked with him, though he forced you to do that at first. You sat with him.

But you didn't notice how his questions changed. He started using Peach's name as a placeholder for your own. His questions, although similar, felt more earnest. His tone fell from obsession to love and you had thought he was finally understanding that his mindset towards the princess was not right.

But no, it's just that he started falling in love with you.

And Bowser knew this was love. It felt different to what he felt towards Peach. That was infatuation, not passion. And this? This was different.

He'd remember everything you told him and anything that stood out he'd try on you. And with you not really using experience for all of you answers and simply thinking about what you would have liked - well, to say that his efforts work is an understatement.

#bowser headcanons #bowser x reader #bowser #super mario #toonce responses #redaskeded

[pumpkincarriage3]

Misfired Arrow || Epel Felmier X Reader

AU: Greek God and Goddess Au 

Featuring: Epel as Eros and Vil as Aphrodite

Warnings: Yandere-ish? Use of Love Arrows (Cupid's Arrows)

Synopsis: Vil is angered by the fact that people are leaving his alters baren for a mere mortal. So, he sends Epel out to make this mortal fall in love with the ugliest man on earth.

Epel grumbled to himself, as he prepared to fire the arrow resting lazily against his bow. He didn't see why Vil was so angry. The human known as (Y/n) would eventually live out their mortal days, grow old, and disappear with the hands of time. They wouldn't forever have the beauty that their youth gives them, compared to Vil who would never visibly age. The life span of this one human was short compared to how long Gods and Goddesses live. It would be a blink of an eye before the human known as (Y/n) was already dead and gone.

It was pointless to do this. No real reason to it. It also didn't help that Epel himself didn't like using his Gifts. He would be more than happy for people to stop worshipping him for a reason such as sexual desire and love. And all the mushy feelings involved with it. And yet, here he was. Camped out in some tree like some creep just because Vil happens to be a little jealous of some human that won't even be around long enough to hold any significant influence over their lives.

Well, it was either this or face Vil's wrath. Something Epel wanted nothing to do with. The very thought made him shiver. The God of Beauty and Love could be very vindicative when he wanted to be, and Epel never wanted Vil to set his sights on him. And ever since Vil had taken him under his wing to make use of his talents, Vil had more than enough dirt on Epel to ruin him permanently. Enough that the favorable outcome was camping out in some tree like a creep. And doesn't that just say more than enough?

That's not even talking about all of the effort Epel had to go through to get this set up. Sending forged letters to both (Y/n) and their prospective match to set up a meeting had also been quite a feat. Especially since (Y/n) was royalty. Epel had wished to make the meeting private, so there were less guards. Less distraction. Less people to accidentally hit. Less people to get in the way. But this would have to do.

Epel watched the scene play out between (Y/n), their escorts, and a lesser noblemen that had come forward with the forged letter that Epel had written. The man was older, greasy, and all together unpleasant to look at. (Y/n) was clearly uneased by the sight of the man giving them a lust filled smirk, but they wouldn't be uneasy for much longer. Even if the thought of what Epel was doing left a rotten taste in his mouth, at least the effect of the arrow would leave (Y/n) blissed out and none the wiser of what was wrong. They would be happy with their prospective husband in a matter of moments, even if they never learn why.

Epel knocked the arrow back, angling it to make sure the arrow hit its mark. Letting out an uneasy breath as he watched. Only for a loud squawking bird to come along and disrupt Epel's focus, causing him to haphazardly let go of the arrow. To let go of his one chance of this all going right. It all happened so fast that Epel barely noticed what had happened.

The arrow missed its mark. Instead hitting against some of the metal the guards were wearing. Setting of a chain reaction where the arrow kept getting knocked around back and forth. (Y/n) jolted in surprise, eyes darting around in fear as Epel watched on in horror. The arrow eventually soared right back towards Epel, hitting him in the chest as (Y/n) turned and made eye contact.

And just like that, Epel's world froze. Logically he knew that it was just because of the arrow that had hit him. That it had nothing to do with Epel's true feelings on the matter. But as he stared at the most gorgeous pair of (e/c) he has ever seen, he couldn't bring himself to care. Not when his heart pounded in his chest like a rhythmed drum. Not when his stomach felt as if a pack of wild animals were stampeding through it. And not when he failed to fight off the dazed smile on his face.

Now he understood why Vil was so nervous. (Y/n) was perfection. His new found reason for breathing. For existing. To continue on. Someone he would more than happily worship at the altar.

Epel knew Vil would be furious with him for failing. That he would strike down against him with all the fires of rage. But Epel couldn't find it in himself to care as he stared at the confused look on (Y/n)'s features as they stared at him. No, this would be just fine. As Epel wouldn't have it any other way.

But first, he would have to get rid of their perspective match. Considering the sleazy man's feature's, Epel was more than happy to do so. And then, he could move on to making sure the love of his life never wanted for anything. That they would be comfortable. That no other future prospects would ever disturb their time again. And Epel would happily be for them whatever they wanted. May that be a friend or protector for now. He would eventually woo them so he could be their lover in due time.

For they were his person from now on. His person to treasure. His person to worship. And he would make sure nothing got in the way of that. Not even Vil's fury.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst fandorm #disney twisted wonderland #Disney twst wonderland #epel felmier x reader #epel felmier #au #non-binary reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader

[stone-cold-style]

Headcanons about Cupid getting used to Ever After High + a theory about her drastic change in character:

• First of all, and this had already been said, switching puns. She had a notebook where she would write down the Fairy Tale puns and their meanings so she wouldn't get lost, but to this day she still forgets to use them unless she's actively thinking about using them and will slip back to the monster puns when she's distracted or anxious

• She had to get used to acting like things that are normal to her are scary and evil. She can't talk about her friend Ghoulia who's undead, her podcast partner who's a snow monster that can freeze people with a wave of her hand, the beast like friendly werewolves, etc. That's honestly the reason why she doesn't talk about Monster High, when she tried to share her past she was met with such fear and disgust she just… gave up.

• On a slightly more lighthearted side of the last topic, she also had to get used to the fact that dark humor is not seen like a good thing at all. No, Cupid you can't make comments about corpses and drinking the blood of people. 

• She also never talks about her more monstrous appearance. She just knows that once the royals found out about the bone wings they would fear her.

• She has to accept that many of her beloved monster colleagues would be considered evil. Deuce, joking about turning his friends into stone, the Wolf siblings, meat eating beasts capable of killing a human in seconds, Draculaura, with her fangs and blood sucking nature (even if she tries to hard to deny it), Heath, who can't help but catch things on fire. No space for being yourself in ever after high.

• I also think that there's something or someone behind her not being herself. Cupid can be a bit traditional but I don't think she would be a royal if she had the choice, my guess is that Headmaster Grimm is manipulating her into being one and working toward making the students fulfill their destinies or even worse, enchanted her to think she believes that.

• And here comes my personal headcanon. I think she was love potioned, by Headmaster Grimm, to love Dexter. Falling for a royal, a Charming of all people, makes her easier to manipulate into taking the royal's side, she wants to impress him and be by his side, it would also explain her drastic change in personality which, by the way, the way she acts towards Dexter is similar to the way she acted towards Clawd when she accidentally made herself fall in love with him. 

#c.a cupid #eah headcanons #ever after high #ever after high cupid #eah cupid #c.a cupid headcanons #ever after high headcanon

[beansidhebumbling]

Feyre x Cassian 🙏

Omg I forgot you asked me about this in the dms sorry a chara!! Am open to expanding this depending on what ye think.

She tries to kill him first.

She, with her blunt ears, her skin wrapped taut on bone reminding him of childhood hunger he'll never escape, blue tinged fingers clutching the fine curve of an ashwood bow, she looses a poisoned arrow that pierces his wing and his heart.

Feral Cupid of the human lands.

**

Cassian is used to attempted murders. In fact, as he crashes to the ground, he is more embarrassed than anything else. Thrice damning the arrogance that led him to fly uncloaked as he freefalls through the biting Winter air he laughs. The feared General will die at the hands of a starving slip of a thing and worse again he'll deserve it.

As the poison causes his heart to thrum, his ribs to ache, sets his blood on fire, he wonders will this human ever know she's succeeded where hundreds have failed.

He wonders when he's got so old that his looming death looks an awful lot like relief.

***

Then she saves him.

Crashing through the thicket to the crater he's formed in the frozen earth, she arrives, Artemis in the moonlight.

Her weak human heart pounding like a death drum as his vision fades, her strange human curses leaving her pretty mouth, a suitable soldier's lament.

'Mother be damned I'm out of my fucking mind, Nesta told me that you know, but I'm sorry you can't die. So get that weird bloody grin off your face, you big stupid lug.'

She is an animated thing pulling at his wing, smacking his cheek, tearing her thin tunic to make bandages.

When the darkness greets him, he is sad he did not get to thank her for keeping him company on his journey to the blessed garden.

He hopes his mother is waiting amidst the orchards.

He hopes he never knows the hunger again.

***

Life greets him with a pounding headache and the sound of a crackling fire. He is lying with a cold compress on his forehead, his injured wing outstretched, the wound coated with a salve.

She sits, shivering in the cave, a long plait coming loose, curls escaping their braided prison, to ring her head like a halo.

Aphrodite undone.

The fullness is what he notices first, the hollowness that has sat in his chest for centuries is gone.

Is this what satiety feels like? Is this what it means to be whole?

He notices the ribbon second, tied to his ribs, linking him to his wild eyed saviour.

He grins.

She bears her teeth.

He is full and young again.

#feyssian supremacy #feyssian #feyre archeron #cassian #acotar #gemwrites

[sarcastic-kaz]

things i will PAY for to have in tsats

1. nico to make a bones joke

2. will to wear cargo pants to tartarus

3. apollo to give them a ride somewhere

4. them to say goodbye to some people

5. wear the ‘tartarus club’ shirt

6. will to critisize the river phleglon (river of fire)

7. nicos big sacrifice to be some super rare mythomagic card he brought

8. them to stop next to elysium to say goodbye to some dead people (jason) edit yk what that would alert hades who expressed that nico dont go back to tartarus

9. bob. please, bob be real.

10. solangelo to meet akhyles (goddess of misery)

11. will to use his glow in tartarus

12. them to hug as they fall down

13. please show meg somewhere i love nico and megs dynamic

14. will to be completely shook that nobody ever brings med kits on quests

15. meet with cupid/eros and will goes completely ballistic

16. apollo cabin to solely refer to nico as ‘brother in law’

17. yk i dont think plauge powers really would fit canon will but its a cool idea to think about @iwnut 

18. the brochure from when percabeth talked to nyx. yes @mistresscitrusslice . let them give their brochure to solangelo. “ok so in about 15 minutes and past the empousi cave, hellhound pack, and plauge spirit home should be the hermes temple” “oh thank the gods”

19. mr d to say goodbye to his favourite demigod and his boyfriend and hand will a rifle/ak47 and go “youre shit with any other weapon. the bullets are already in the bag.”

20. hunters of artemis. just. nico acting uncomfortable and will knowing part of the story so he shields nico away from most of them

21. shelper shelper shelper

22. this ones a bit far but please get married? and will to make a joke about ‘secret jedi wedding’ and for piper to officiate it and leo as the witness because he also made the rings and theyre trying not to rope that many people in

23. will to just say ‘there is a disturbance in the force’ in tartarus

24. nico to still hate pomogranites

25. please let us see nicos zombie chauffur jules-albert somewhere. 

26. mr d to force nico and will to watch something that looks like the orientation film but when they play it its percy and annabeth telling the dos and donts of a quest and percy is such a bad actor that theres so many cuts of percy saying ‘line?’  or ‘whats next’

27. and at the end percy goes ‘well what did you learn about going on your quest?’ dora the explorer style ‘great!’

28. trogs to go ‘ah its the son of hades and his bioluminecient boyfriend’ and will to just give a small sigh

29. mr d to talk to will in private and just: ‘wheel’ ‘thats still not my name’ ‘thats how nico says your name’ ‘well its just his accent’

30. please let there be an oath to styx. just not one as stupid as apollo because nico and will are smarter than that but yk what swearing to an immortal river who will get revenge on you if you break that promise doesnt sound that smart

31. solangelo to run into lukes shoes. we were robbed of this from percy and annabeth. imagine how funny itd be if they just ran into some winged shoes.

32. yk i want nico and thalia to meditate together and when asked what they were doing thalia to just respond ‘photosynthesizing’

33. orpheus and eurydice reference (this actually can become canon because on the cover it shows them holding hands with nico slightly more forward than will and pointing to the doors so nicorpheus and willdice)

34. will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backst-

35. some memories of nicos for jason to show how much he misses his friend

36. just a fleeting mention of bianca from either of them

37. if theres a will pov make him hate percy. mans was partially responsible for both his older brothers deaths. he did shit to his boyfriend which include strangling him at godsdamned twelve years old. will shouldnt exactly adore percy is more what i mean.

38. solangelo smooch.

39. nico is the new percy of chb. think of it, big 3 kid, very powerful, hero, lives at chb, close to percy, knows a lot of people. nico is just the go-to now that percy is at college and nico is a permanent resident. 

40. nico fan club. made of new younger campers, reyna, will, percy, annabeth, meg, apollo, hades, and a whole bunch of long-time campers.

41. just to have some new campers act like ttc!nico and follow nico around like he did with percy just asking questions and instead of finding them annoying like percy did nico would answer their questions truthfully like how apollo actually did for nico

these arent in order. id die to see the ‘tartarus club’ shirt to be worn by percy annabeth or nico though or at the end of the book for will to be gifted one though and more to be added

#the sun and the star #nico di angelo #will solace #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #please #tartarus club

[vidawhump]

Dear Valentine

Masterpost

CW/TW: Captivity whump, winged whumpee, idk this one’s just fluffy

“Elias, don’t be like that. Just come down and eat your breakfast.”

Elias refused to respond to his captor, continuing to gaze out the window. The cities were right there. And just beyond that, the forests. His home, his family, his freedom, were right at his fingertips. So close, yet so far away. His life was taken away by Cassidy, and no matter how much she might romanticize the exhibitions, he hated it all. He tucked himself away in his wings, desperately trying to ignore Cassidy.

“C’mon, starling, it’s Valentine’s Day! Everyone is here to-“

“I’m not a starling. The starlings were my friends. …Don’t talk about them.”

Elias would normally bite back and start a fight with Cassidy, but he was burnt out. He would bite her in the ass tomorrow, but not today. Cassidy sighed in frustration, and Elias heard a light tap on the table below the windowsill.

“Be stage-ready by noon. Eat your food. And…” A pause. Cassidy never hesitates. “Happy Valentine’s Day. Love you.” With that, she left the room, long brown hair rippling behind her like the rivers back home. It shut with a sharp click.

Hell no. What was that? Her voice carried mild traces of… sympathy? Empathy? No. She has Elias trapped here. She’s using him. Soon. He’ll be out soon.

Elias swung out from the windowsill, angling his wings to soften the fall. Neglecting the tray of berries that Cassidy had left for him, he brought his attention to the concerningly large pile next to it. It consisted of what seemed to be hundreds of Valentine's cards, envelopes, and assorted candy hearts. And a letter opener. Of course, Cassidy wanted him to open them all. Maybe when he finished, he could shred the papers and make a mess of his room. That’s sure to piss her off.

Idly shuffling through the stacks of magentas, pinks, purples, and assorted “romantic” colors, Elias stopped at a deep maroon envelope. Unlike the others with their cheesy hearts, cupids, and pitiful declarations of love, this one had barely any details. It was dented in the corners as if it was beaten up during delivery. The outside was entirely bare, save for a matte black wax stamp, sealing it all shut. In the middle of the stamp was a crow with outspread wings. Elias’ breath caught in his throat. There was only one person who could’ve sent this.

He stumbled to fly back up to the windowsill, where the sunrise dripped in soft pinks and purples behind the cityscape. Feathers fluttering behind him, Elias scrambled his way onto the ledge with the envelope and letter opener in hand. He barely managed to open the envelope before pulling out a hastily folded loose-leaf notebook paper. Most of the paper had unrelated notes and to-do lists hastily scribbled into the corners. Between a due date reminder from months before and a dried coffee stain, were a small cluster of hearts in spotty red pen. He couldn't help but cry when he saw the familiar handwriting.

Dear Valentine

It’s been a minute, hasn’t it? Molly misses you. She’s walking all over my paper as I write this. You might see tiny bites on the paper because she literally won’t leave me alone. She knows that she can get away with anything, I swear.

New Years passed me by. I went on a walk just before midnight to stargaze under our favorite tree. And I swear, before the fireworks covered everything up, right when the clocks struck midnight, the stars glowed just a little brighter. I think between everything that’s going on, that might be a good sign. :)

The forests are quiet without you. I miss your rambunctious energy firing up the whole flock, and the way you know you were born to be a leader. The kids are asking where you went, and I can only keep up the excuse of a spontaneous solo migration for so long. I miss finding your fluffy feathers in absolutely everything I own, and the way you would make a nest of blankets on my bed and hide out in my room when you got sick. Molly likes playing with the feathers that are still lying around. She’s collecting them in a fuzzy pile in her corner. Molly wants you to come home. It’ll happen soon.

Recently, I’ve only worn your hoodies and sweaters, the ones with holes in the back for your wings. Physically, it’s colder, but it makes me feel that much closer to you. The bed is lonely without you. I miss the way I would wake up to your primary feathers all up in my face, you sprawled out all over the bad and hoarding all the blankets. If I pile up the blankets next to me with your feathers, and if I close my eyes, for just a minute, I can pretend you’re still here with me.

You’ll be out soon. I promise I’ll help you escape. I have a plan, and I know you’ll catch on fast.

Eden <3

And taped to the last page were wilted rose petals. There was a rose bush just outside his window. Elias pressed up against the window and peered down at the small bush, which was mysteriously missing a few roses. Eden was here. Eden knows exactly where he is and has a plan to get him out.

Elias felt his heart flutter, reminiscing on memories he and Eden shared. Not even the forests know what the nature of their relationship is. Romantic, platonic, does it even matter? Elias and Eden are the light of each other’s lives, so why try to label their dynamic?

Elias took a deep breath, looking out his window. The pink had slowly bled into a cloudy blue. Gripping the paper to his chest, the future was looking a little brighter for Elias.

He should probably get to opening all the other cards. Happy Valentine’s Day, indeed.

#elias oc #cassidy oc #eden oc #molly oc #featherbound art #my writing #featherbound #captivity whump #whump #elias and eden are so perfect for each other y'all don't even understand #too bad Cassidy took too much interest in Elias and kidnapped him lol #I have so much to say about Eden somebody ask me about him he is my little lovely #happy valentines day y’all 👍

[pagansphinx]

“Winged Cupid, rash and hardy, who by his evil manners, contemning all public justice and law, armed with fire and arrows, running up and down in the nights from house to house, and corrupting lawful marriages of every person, doth nothing but evil.” Lucius Apuleius, The Tale of Cupid and Psyche

(late second century A.D.) [...]

Roman writer Lucius Apuleius brought Cupid to life in his ancient book of fables, The Golden Ass. Apuleius’s Cupid was no mischievous toddler with hummingbird wings but an impulsive god who rejoiced in causing sexual havoc for all earthly creatures. Even the fearless Apollo refers to Cupid as “serpent dire and fierce”.

– Scientific American

#art #art humor #evil cupid #cupid history #2nd century cupid #pagan sphinx art blog