#kalypso shut the fuck up

[kuroshika]

boys need to be bloody and pathetic more often . they need to be whiny and whimpery and desperate i think.

#yes this is about hannibal #yes this is about will #hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #hannibal #hannibal lecter #will graham #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy #hannigram #kalypso shut the fuck up #kuroshika.txt

[psychewithwings]

Pt. 1 A Visitor... Once Again  Kirishima x Goddess!reader

hello hello, this is my contribution to this months bnharem collab! The theme was ‘mythology and lore’ and hit very close to my ancient greek loving soul. We have so many wonderful writers and artists that have worked hard so pls check out the rest of the collab here!!!

I’ve been rather ill and so I’ll be breaking it up into parts, part 2 will be out as soon as I am feeling more myself (which will hopefully be next week). Please enjoy a story about 2 of my favourite characters. Kirishima Eijirou, as his hero self (tho with a demi-god twist) and reader! as Kalypso, the goddess, daughter of Atlas, the titan who holds up the sky. Her curse is that she is forced to live alone on an island and fall in love with any visitor who falls to her shores. Once she falls for them, she is forced to ask if they would like to stay and she may grant them immortality if they say yes, and if not? They may leave. They have no way of leaving the island until she falls in love. She is a kind and wonderful character and I have a lot of love for her, (perhaps I relate to her a bit too much) so it is an honor to tell a new version of her story. 

This is set in present day even tho Kalypso is an ancient greek figure, Kirishima is about 25-28 here? Pro hero Kiri!

TW: a small sex scene in the beginning, little bit of dirty talk, penetration

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“Fuck, thats it baby, feel it going all the way inside? Feels good right?” You moan into his neck, “s-so good.” He starts to thrust in and out slowly. Your nails dig into the muscles of his back… his… names and faces are unimportant blurs as he continues to thrust inside. Each drag of his cock hits each sweet spot and taps against your cervix. “Fuck~ you feel so fucking good darling, so-fucking-good, perfect, fucking perfect… yeah that's it clamp down on my cock, massage it with that perfect pussy.” His hand slips between your sweat soaked bodies and rubs quick circles over your clit. “Gonna cum for me baby? I can feel it, you’re about to gush~” You cry into his neck, soft tears of ecstasy hitting his skin. You’re close, so very close-

“Hello? Hey!!! Is anyone home?? Hello?”

You open your eyes and the man above you, the cock inside you, all falls away. It had all been a dream… a delicious, wonderful dream. A dream that had been ruined by an incurable racket. You stare groggily at the ceiling. The ache in your core of having been so close to cumming now boils into a rage. “Hello?!?! Is someone here? Hello??” Your brow crinkled in confusion as to who the rasping voice belonged to. You check to see if you had somehow managed to flip the tv on but the screen was dark. “Does anyone live here?” It dawned on you then… It’s a visitor.

You check the clock that blinks 5:37AM. You groan into a pillow and kick your legs in an attempt to relieve the ache. Your bare thighs are covered in your arousal, which has turned into your frustration. You stay lying still in hopes that he will go away, leave you alone, never return. “HELLO????!?!” But he had to stop screaming and it didn’t seem like he was going to until he came into contact with someone… You knew the nature of the curse well enough at this point but you would try to rebel as long as you could…

You flip the covers off of your body and slowly walk to grab a robe to cover yourself with. You stare at your reflection in the full length mirror while you finish tying the robe. “We got this,” you point to yourself, “no falling in love this time, no falling in love no matter what, ever again, you hear me?” You nod back to yourself. “Pinkie swear.” You touch pinkies with the mirror and laugh coldly. “No more foolish love,” you sarcastically remark before opening the french doors and stepping onto the balcony.

You stare down at the man who had been shouting for so long and your heart drops. He’s beautiful, red hair hanging in his face, still wet with the sea. His body must have been designed by the muses and chiseled by delicate hands. It’s clear even through his clothes. Son of Ares? Or even Zeus perhaps? He is interesting, never had you seen a demigod with such clear physical strength and kind eyes. The combination was rare. He gives you a grin which then fades to surprise. “Oh- I am so sorry, my manners,” he laughs nervously before slowly kneeling on the ground. “Great Goddess, I humble myself now in front of your grace and all encapsulating beauty…” You roll your eyes hoping he will take the hint and shut up. It wasn’t any different from the men before him… It was the same shit as always, though you were disappointed, this one seemed different upon first glance. “...your magnificence is profound, you are both elegant and ethereal in your just standing there-” you cut him off before he can continue the asinine speech. “Ya done?” you ask bluntly.

His eyes grow wide and he softly utters a “what?” You roll your eyes and lean on the gold railing. “Dude, it’s 5am, you’re yelling and ranting, can ya just get to the point?” He remains on his knees in a bow. His pitch varies with confusion as he speaks. “My ship, uhh I crashed it on your shore, and I was hoping that you could umm, maybe assist me in getting home? I-” he hangs his head for a moment, perhaps in exhaustion before continuing. “I have no GPS, no compass, not even a map… if I could do it without bothering you, I would, nothing you for help isn’t very manly... but please Goddess, please help me get home.”  You sigh, century after century of the same request has really weakened your patience, though he had asked nicer than most. “You’re stuck here for the foreseeable future,” you smile slightly. You wait for the look of annoyance, frustration, fear… but it never comes. In fact he gives a slight half smile as he stands. “Well, nothing we can do?” he asks. “‘Fraid not,” you sigh. He starts to say something else but he winces. “Are you okay?” you ask, genuine concern bleeding through the nonchalant tone you had been practicing the past milenia. He nods and grabs hold of his side. “I got a little beat up, but don’t worry goddess, ‘tis but a flesh wound,” he tips his head down.  As he raises his head he looks deathly pale. “Hey sit down okay?” you call down to him, but it’s too late. His eyes roll back and he collapses. “Shit-” you mutter to yourself as you run down to him.

He lays there in a crumpled heap, his breathing shallow. “Wish you’d said you were hurt first dummy,” you grumble before assessing the situation. You need to get him to the herbs and the back porch. This wouldn't be easy, he’s big, huge really. But he collapsed on his side which makes things easier. You hook an arm around one of his and the other around a leg. It takes a lot and it's a staring but you manage to lift him on your shoulders. If your father can hold up the sky, you can surely carry this brick house of a man back to the bed on the porch. 

You step into the house while fireman carrying him to the screened-in porch to lay him down on the daybed. You place him carefully in the soft, green covers and he whines softly. “You’re gonna be just fine,” you reassure gently. Your back porch was reserved for growing herbs, arts and crafts, summer sleep, and it occasionally became a makeshift infirmary when visitors came to you injured and in need of patching up. It happened once every few centuries…

You grabbed some fabric scissors and cut away his shirt to reveal what had been ailing him. You hoped for a broken rib, those were easy to heal with a careful dose of leaf from the widows bone flower and some angel root. But what lay beneath was worse than imagined. A deep gash in his side had tried to close over and heal but it’s irritated, angry. The wound is oozing a sickly yellow pus and iridescent ichor. The skin around it is red with infection. This is one of the worst you’d been brought with. You touch his head, it’s hot and sticky with sweat. This wasn’t good. “Wait here, okay?” You grab a clump of angel root and take it back inside to the kitchen, setting it in a pot of water to boil. You grab a cloth and wet it under the sink in cold water.

You place it on his forehead and sit on the bed beside him. His face was relaxed and he was even more beautiful now. You brush the hair from his eyes and smile down at him, there was something familiar about him… like you’d met before. Though no one could return to Ogygia.

You lean down to where you can speak over his heart in a language that cannot be written or replicated... But the meaning of the words would go something like:

You are healing

You are youthful and strong

Your heart knows how to heal because it is made of love

Pure love can heal anything

You are healing now

You repeat this chant until you hear his breath deepen and watch the cut sooth. It’s a small enchantment but it has done its job. Sure, you’re no Circe, or her brethren, but you’re an enchantress all the same.

You rush back inside and grab the angel root, that's now wet and flexible from being submerged in water. You lay it across his wound before wrapping it carefully. “There now, wait here and I’m going to get you some nectar to drink,” He doesn't respond but his face is relaxed, less anguished, less in pain. You sigh in relief, hopefully that will be enough to close the wound in a day or so, else he will need to be stitched up.

You return with a small bottle of nectar and a dropper to feed him with. You coax his jaw to relax with your hand before dropping the nectar slowly onto his tongue. “You heroes are an awful lot of trouble… you know that?” You continue to feed him slowly so he won’t choke. You sigh in relief as the colour returns back to his face. He’s so beautiful he’s almost glowing, you start to reach for him, to brush the hair from his eyes but you stop yourself and turn away. “No, no love this time, remember?��� you say to your reflection in the glass of the windows.

His eyes flutter open with long slow blinks. You watch as they focus on you. He blinks again. “Elyssium,” he breathes and you can’t help but chuckle. “No, Ogygia,” you correct gently. “I’m Eijirou,” he smiles. You laugh again. “No no, this island, where you are is called Ogygia, you aren’t dead,” you assure. He blinks up at you still and you curse the gods for creating him to be so breathtaking. “And what are you called?” he asks. He attempts to sit up but finds it difficult. You place your hand on his head, it’s warm and you can feel his brow relax against your palm. “You’re much better now, but just take your time…” His hands touch his torso and then move to his head. “You healed me?” You nod, “I’ll have to sew this one the rest of the way, it was quite deep.” He circles his hand around your arm, his thumb stroking soft circles. “Thank you, goddess,” he murmurs. You pull away, his touch sending lightning down into your fingertips. You don't remember the last time you had a visitor on this island of yours… but none of the previous visitors seemed to matter anymore, even though each one had stolen your heart some way or another. But no- no love, not this time, not now, not again… It hurt, but you suppressed the feelings of desire and brushed your hands down the front of your robe. “It’s nothing, but for the love of the lethe, stop calling me goddess. Kalypso is fine, just Kalypso.”

He grabs your hand as you turn to leave, “thank you... Kalypso, thank you for saving my life.” In all the years you had been saddled with this curse, it was rare for the visitor to say your name... and none of them, had said your name quite like that. 

You pull your hand from his grasp and make sure not to look back, even though you want to. “You’re welcome,” you answer simply, “I’ll uhh- get you some water.”   

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[wishfaux]

DWC2021-2 Wander/Blame

- [Music] -

“I found the coordinates, we can do this. We can go home.”

Kou stood there, mapping out through the stars in his study deep within the Ebon Tower. Pacing back and forth a moment, the coattails of the fox-eared humanoid flared behind him with every dramatic turn as his eyes remained on the chart before him.

‘Are you sure about this?’

“It’s fine, Kallie. Ready to move the Tower.”

‘Last time you did this, you were VERY wrong, you know. AND, it almost killed you. Do I need to remind you that if YOU die, this entire--’

“Will you shut up for like, ten seconds today? We’ll be FINE. I found the desert and the star system. Ready to move the Tower.”

The voice fell silent but soon the runes on the building ignited, glowing into a bright systematic wave of energy, every stone etched with a spell carved deep into it. The ground trembled, vibrating the sand off of the blackened architecture and just as Kou raised his arms slowly, he drew in his own power to connect himself to the runes surrounding him. Tails unfurled to reveal all eight that swayed, glowing their own particular aura of innate magic, even revealing a stump of what was once a ninth, the remnants of fire barely flicking from it. Eyes snapped open, revealing the blind hues that lit up with a feverish, golden glow.

Each rumbling shift of his Tower echoed through the building, all doors sealed, every portal safely closed to assure his students remained in their quarters during the transfer. The very energy poured from his form, streams of Kou’s own essence seeped into the floor under him.

Next to him, the spirit of the Tower formed, Kalypso in all of her glory stood next to her owner, the blue robe-clad woman took a moment to flick a few strands of snowy hair from her face. She looked tired, irritated, and clearly not happy about the next shift, yet… If they made it home…

‘Everyone is in place, Headmaster.’ She teased just to rile the fox a moment, a small smirk formed on her face. Though it was a serious moment, Kallie did try to lighten the mood.

Kou huffed lightly but he did outstretch his fingers while his gaze narrowed, feeling his own life being leeched away. “Here we go…” Muttering under his breath, wanderers of The Ebon Tower felt the sudden jarring pull of time itself. It was simple to vanish from their previously parked spot but the torment within the Tower was suddenly thrust through a ping-pong of worlds. Gravity shifted, time altered, every thread of fate plucked at in order to get home… He had hoped, at least. The golden runes that protected Kalypso and the Tower itself faded, darkening into a deep purple as if becoming corrupted by another source.

‘Kou… Something’s wrong.’

When the Kitsune didn’t answer, Kallie turned to look where he was supposed to be and instead of the calm pose he had, his form was writhing around, shifting and twisting into various versions of himself… Otherworldly versions of a Ninetales, a Kitsune, a normal fox, and then...

‘KOU!’

The world was crashing down.

Everything shook violently as the fox-like figure was trying his hardest to keep the monster of a Mage Tower under control. The entire powerhouse of energy had been violently torn into another world and landing in a new time, a new unknown place, it was all a mess. Books, shelving, everything crashed to the floor, shattering to pieces as screams of the inhabitants of the tower echoed all through the fox’s ears when they broke into an atmosphere, hurling straight towards a desert below. And then...

Darkness.

Nothing.

Just a painful, high-pitched ringing in his ears. Oh, gods, how badly his head hurt.

‘Kou..!’

The voice sounded so far away. Muffled.

Kallie…

‘KOU!’

I hear you...

‘Wake up… Kou wake up. Kou I’m not fucking kidding, I will end your heartbeat if you don’t wake up!’

The displaced voice echoed in the fox’s head as his eyes fluttered open to look around, his entire study was destroyed. He had collapsed on the floor, every bone in his body ached, begging for death. It was always this way. He felt weak, displaced, and further away from home than he had ever been.

Hands pushed hard at the floor to try and pull his sore body up, the very essence of moving the Ebon Tower drew nearly all of the life force from his toned form. Stumbling to his feet, the Illusionist limped towards the window to look out the cracked glass, nothing in sight but desert.

For a moment, he thought… Maybe… Maybe this was Anhkere again.

‘Well, that was a GREAT landing.’

Inhaling deeply, a hand waved off the echoing voice pestering him, the thick growl in the fox’s voice sounded. “Go check on the students…” He hadn’t even noticed he was bleeding from his head, staining the snowy white locks of hair that framed the darkened face. The fading gold from his eyes flickered back to the blind, milky hues once more.

Taking his time to limp to the exit, The Ebon Tower had landed crookedly into the sand dunes below and once the door opened, Kou was able to assess the dire situation. Sure, they were in a desert, but there was no Ankhere, there was no Drachenkrone. Kou had begun to wonder if this desert was even the correct homeworld.

There was only one way to find out.

Sticking a foot out, Kou left the safety of his Tower just to see if he would stay the same shape he was able to keep. When feet hit the sands, a swirl of golden energy overtook his form, shortening the already semi-short male even further until he blinked, furrowing at the oddity of his body. Paws trailed down his now furred physique, feeling over what his eyes could not see, the very feeling of sand between pads on his feet… He wasn’t a gijinka, he wasn’t even a feral… Kou had been transformed into something else entirely.

There, in the middle of the desert, now stood a blind, snowy Vulpera who raised his useless vision to look around, large ears atop his head swiveled and swirled to listen for anything familiar. There truly was nothing.

Frustration boiled over, the blame on nothing and no one but himself, and yet as his head hung a moment, Kallie approached, remaining in the door to watch her successor silently. She could feel the wandering fox’s frustrations and yet somehow it actually hurt her to watch Kou tilt his head back and scream, the bellowing vocals shook the male’s entire body until he collapsed to his knees.

The bickering stopped.

Kalypso approached to kneel by Kou to see that he had covered his face with his hands, his vocal cords strained from every frustrated snarl and painful sound he belted out. A hand had reached for him only to retract when Kou started to violently punch at the sand below him.

“I HAD IT! I FUCKING HAD IT! THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HOME!”

‘Kou…’

“THIS..! This was supposed to be home…”

@daily-writing-challenge

#DWC2021 #DWC2021-2 #wowkou #kallie #the ebon tower

[jflashandclash]

Traitors of Olympus IV: Fall of the Sun

Forty-Three: Kalypso

I Get to be Python’s Piñata

             All Kally needed was an opening to attack Python.

           She clutched Vinyl’s black mane, terrified of being bucked off. When the blur of color had charged her, Kally hadn’t been sure if it was for a rescue or a mercy kill, either of which were equally likely from Calex’s volatile friend. Fortunately, she hadn’t been gored on the broken horn in a mess of bloody rainbow sparkles.

           The problem was—she’d never ridden a horse before, let alone a unicorn at stop-and-go hyperspeed. Once, at her old Bible camp, a pony had relieved itself all over her duffle bag at their orientation, but that was the extent of her horse whispering. All she could do was cling on.[1]

           As Python hissed and darted at her, the gust of breath was noxious, reeking of rotting corpses. Spittle struck her cheek and she didn’t want to think about apologizing to Alabaster for getting snake goop on his helm.[2]

           Vinyl shook his mane, clearly displeased. The motion shook up the scent of horse sweat.

           Another problem: Kally had no way to spin her discus for deceleration.

           When she saw the green glow incoming behind the drakon, she squeaked internally, Uh, helm, do you speak unicorn? We might need to dodge.

           Of course I can’t speak fucking unicorn. What do I look like, a Disney princess?[3]

           As Vinyl dashed them away from Python’s jaws, Kally realized dismounting would be suicide. Python was intent on having a Kally-and-unicorn chaser after whichever demigods the drakon had swallowed. But, if Kally couldn’t dismount to decelerate the discus, she didn’t know how to stop the discus. If it hit her full speed without her catching it, the metal might break a bone or knock her unconscious.

           When Vinyl had pivoted to avoid Python, the discus had readjusted its trajectory, proving she couldn’t trick it away. It would hit them full speed.

           She wondered if the discus would turn back into an Argonaut statue in the last second so it could make a face while crushing her skull.

           Even if Kally could redirect it, she needed a weapon. Vinyl wasn’t going to slow down enough for her to pick one up off the ground. There wasn’t enough energy in her to do more than a few fancy Apollo light blasts. The missed shot at At�� left Kally with second degree burns. She needed to find a weak spot so those attacks weren’t wasted deflecting off Python’s scales. Python’s enflamed eye didn’t look like it would work again, other than to distract the drakon. Kally couldn’t really pry its eye back open with a, “Hey, could you hold that pose so I can hit you again? Thanks.”

           Kally’s heart thudded in her chest.

           She didn’t have enough time to form a plan. Buzzing through Vinyl’s blinding sparks, the green, hissing discus was about to hit her.

           Reflexively, Kally’s hand snapped out. She tried to catch it early, so she could decelerate it by giving her hand room to move backwards.

           No! You—

           When the metal smashed into her fingers, her miscalculation became clear without needing any scathing comments from the Cloven Terror.

           Something in her arm cracked.

           Kally choked on pain, forcing her fist to keep tight around the discus. The names of bones and ligaments streamed through her head, but she forced that part of her brain to shut up. She clenched her other fist in Vinyl’s silky black mane, the ache of her scorched fingers becoming more apparent.

           “Child of Apollo!” Python roared after her.

           Kally wondered if gods and monsters would forget about demigods if they didn’t always announce them by heritage. Likely, but that didn’t make it any less annoying.

           The drakon lunged again.

           Vinyl snorted. The unicorn dashed to the side. Kally could feel the rush of air more than see the blur of Python as the drakon’s mouth came within inches of their retreat. She gagged at the stench. There was one nice thing: the rainbow sparks sputtering from Vinyl’s horn cooled the searing pain in her fractured forearm and the burns along the hand clutching Vinyl’s mane.

           Time slowed as she had to make a choice. In the split second that Vinyl dug his hooves into the ground to pivot and Python’s head was mid-raised, Kally squeezed her legs on either side of Vinyl’s body. She released Vinyl’s mane to take the discus from her broken arm to her burned one.

           There wasn’t any space to wind up for a real throw, but maybe the return recoil would be less. Python was only a dozen feet away.

           Kally twisted her torso with a throw. Pain erupted in her burned fingertips and tender opposite arm.

           The discus hissed to life.

           Kally gripped Vinyl’s hair again with her burned fingers, barely managing to stay mounted. She lifted her fractured forearm up to get as many healing sparks as she could. That arm needed to be as stable as possible so it wouldn’t completely shatter under the next discus return, and she couldn’t waste her energy on sing-healing it. As she’d say in Dungeons and Drakons, she needed to be a striker right now, not a support character.

           The golden gleam smashed into Python’s underbelly, where the neck would have been if the creepy monster wasn’t just one continuous wormy neck.

           “I will devour you and your siblings!” Python screamed, though Kally was satisfied to hear she might have hit its larynx, assuming drakons had those. Python’s voice sounded scratchy.

           But, as she feared, that had done little other damage. They needed a plan.

           “You’d have to catch me first!” she said, feeling like Pax would tease her for such a cliché, stupid taunt. At Python’s mention of her siblings, she feared the drakon would remember the other campers trying to seek cover around them.

           Her stomach fell when the discus gleamed green again on the return spin. When Alabaster’s jaw was fixed enough that she could hit him without him passing out from pain, she was going to give him a proper thank you for this very complicated gift.

           While the world blurred with Vinyl’s speed, every muscle in her body shook when she prepared her fractured arm to catch the discus again. Although the sparks soothed the ache, pain still made her arm quiver. But, it had to be this arm. She couldn’t risk breaking her throwing arm too.

           Right when she thought the discus was about to impact her and make her scream, Vinyl did something she wasn’t expecting.

           The psychotic unicorn dashed under Python’s rearing form—taking them within inches of the shield-like, massive scales of her underbelly.

           Kally shrieked, leaning low on Vinyl’s back, really wishing the helm spoke unicorn to ask a simple, “WHY!?”

           Python dropped, trying to crush them. Kally swore she could hear Vinyl’s tail swoosh against the scales.

           But, at the same time, she heard Python let out a frustrated hiss and the thunk of her discus.

           She looked back in enough time to have the discus bounce over Python’s massive body and practically plop into her hand. Although clutching it hurt, the now-Argonaut statue had lost almost all its momentum when it struck Python on the return swing.

            Vinyl, Kally realized, was a genius. Either that or very lucky to time out a second hit on Python with the discus’ return honing.

           They couldn’t keep this up though. They needed a plan other than Be Bait.

           A little help? She thought loudly to the helm that wouldn’t shut up earlier.

           I already told you. You seek the wrong target. We should help the Silver-Tongued Snake with his quarry.

           While Vinyl pivoted again for another dash, Kally couldn’t help but imagine this was the same frustration that Axel felt when arguing with Alabaster. This was the most stubborn helmet she’d ever met. When she first trudged towards Python, the helm had informed her that it was designed for use against gods and demigods, not giant squamates,[4] but she guessed survival instinct would kick in and make it help her.

           She was wrong.

           Its words echoed in her memory, Hecate’s Helms are more powerful when we work in harmony with our masters.

           They could probably work in tandem, and with Pax, to take out Eris. But, she couldn’t abandon the fight against Python. From what she could see, she was the only child of Apollo left standing. Python would likely go back on its rampage to destroy all the cabins in search of any living members.

           Her fingers tingled with heat at the thought.

           You’re letting her wind you like mice in a laboratory.

           Enough with the metaphors! Kally wanted to scream.

           You’re a child of the poetry god! it countered.

           Hoping she wouldn’t lose her balance with nausea, Kally glanced to the corner of her peripheral. With how fast Vinyl raced, the disorientation was worse when her vision went panorama.

           She expected to see how the Roman troops were fairing or see if the huntresses of Artemis or daughter of Demeter had used her distraction to get away from Python.

           Instead, she saw what the Cloven Terror meant.

           Python had removed her tail from the other side of camp and slammed it down to encircle them. Vinyl must have realized it to. He let out a burst of speed, racing towards a rapidly closing opening—

           That Python’s body now obscured.

           They were trapped and the coils were rapidly constricting like… like—

           Like a python? Did you forget who you were facing?! We should have fought Eris!

           Not helping! Kally shouted at the helm.

           With each twist of a coil, Kally’s throat constricted too. She remembered her nightmares—being crushed by a smothering, squeezing darkness. Panic began to mount. Could she make another light burst and shake Python off if the snake smothered her again? She wasn’t sure. And what if Python only left them last time to enact Eris’ plan? Maybe—if Python swallowed her—she could explode the drakon from the inside, though that didn’t have a smilie mark on the list of ways to live through this.

           Vinyl didn’t rear and freak the way she suspected.

           The unicorn continued its dead sprint, building speed, at the rapidly enclosing wall of Python’s body. Maybe Vinyl thought it was better to die in a high-speed collision than by digestion.

           Right when Kally started screaming, Vinyl lunged.

           Kally gasped, scared of having hope. They were going to clear the coils. Unicorns could jump.

           In mid-blur and mid-air, something moved again in her peripheral.

           That something had the consistency of a brick wall when it smacked them out of the air.

           Vinyl shrieked.

           Kally yelled in pain, losing hold of Vinyl. Her broken arm burned with agony.

           They tumbled down to the ground, crashing hard. Python’s tail continued through on its strike, smashing into the metal shield-wall a few feet away.

           The disorientation was intense. Kally feared she couldn’t move her body. Her mind wouldn’t—

           Focus, the Cloven Terror commanded.

           A wave of concentration seeped out like the helm was made of ice instead of metal and bone. She shot up, the pain in her broken arm going cold. Vinyl withered and floundered to get to his feet about a yard away. Kally didn’t know where her discus went.

           “Hey Python!” a voice with diva-like quality called somewhere above Kally. “You don’t want to look at that ugly, little child of Apollo. You want to look here where the real stars are and pause to admire them.”

           Everyone froze.

           Without wanting to, Kally felt her eyes trail upward. From the corner of her vision—that went panorama with the movement of her eyes—she could see Python also pause in lunging to eat her and stare at the figures at the same height as the snake’s head.

           In a slit in the shield, Drew Takana leaned out. Her eyes were red and puffy, but her voice projected with the confidence of someone who regularly treated hoards of people like steps on a stairway. Although Kally didn’t need further convincing on the point, Drew’s conviction was so strong, Kally—and Python—both paused to look up at the daughter of Aphrodite, someone Kally knew was more of a star without her needing to hear it.

           To the side of Drew, Calex stood tall. His bow was propped on some weird stand, like his bow was, instead, a ballista. Even in the dimness and distance, Kally could see that something was wrong with him. His scarf was gone. The material of one of his sleeves looked like particles of it had been sucked away. Calex’s muscles flexed as he drew his bow back.[5]

           Two arrows glistened to life on the string, one a thin, glistening black, somehow darker than the night around them, and the other a sparkling, blinding gold, sputtering in and out of control.

           “Ready!” Calex called with gritted teeth.

           Something clinked into place behind him. “Ready!” someone said.

           Both Kally and Python realized what was happening around the same time. However, Kally didn’t need to dodge the way Python would have.

           Calex released his bow.

           Kally thought the arrows would ricochet off the scales, like everything else had. Instead, they pierced into Python’s raised body. Cords whirled out with the arrows, lodging between the thick scales.

           Calex slumped over, Drew darting to catch him.

           Kally heard the sparks before she registered their effect. There was a crack, then Python screamed, as—Kally found out later—electricity surged through the snake.

           The drakon’s mouth dropped open so Kally had a perfect view of its fangs and the skin attached to them, the way the forked, black tongue dangled out, the strange tunnel-like structure just before the throat opening.

           The entire coiling body withered.

           This is the opening we needed, the Cloven Terror shook her from the charm speak.

           Whatever Calex and the others were doing to stun Python, Kally doubted it would last or that it would kill the beast. She’d been so focused on distracting Python from attacking her friends; she didn’t think that her friends could cause the best distraction for her.

           Kally thought about her destroyed cabins, how many of her half-siblings were dead, how none of this would have happened if her monster of a father might have stepped in to help or listened to his children or be useful for once in his immortal life.

           She harnessed that rage and frustration. Her already burned palms singed with heat before going completely numb. A blinding light exploded by her fingertips, honing in to the tip of a javelin.

           Kally took a step back, then raced forward, feeling the energy start in the leg she used to ground herself, running up her thigh, through her back muscles as she twisted her upper torso. The scent of burnt skin intensified. The energy flared through her arm when she released the glaring shaft of light from her fingertips.

           The bolt of pure, burning light flew upwards, straight into the roof of Python’s mouth.

 Hey guys! As always, thank you for reading! By the number of footnotes, you might have guessed that I had real time to actually edit this week XD I felt like this chapter was much smoother and I’m finally getting the hang of things again! :D

 I hope you enjoyed! Stay tuned next week for Reyna’s chapter!

 Footnotes:

[1] I personally love Worf… for the 1% of you who got that… I’ll show myself out

[2] Mel betanote, “Knowing Alabaster, tho, there’s probably worse on that helm from him.” Jack, “Accurate. Boy dissects bodies for fun. Imagine when he thinks it needs to be cleaned.”

[3] Mel betanote, “Sir! This was originally a PG-13 series XD …. Originally.” Jack, *looks at death by electric base, implications of incest, and other traumas* “It…. Can still pass!”

[4] Cute, crawly, scaly things. This is Pax’s technical definition.

[5] Mel betanote, “Meow?” Jack, “I can now that that Calex is canonically the most attractive male demigod in the series.  Feel free to argue in favor of a Pax boy instead XD”

#Heroes of Olympus #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #Traitors of Olympus #fanfiction #PJO #HOO #Kally #Calex #Thalia (in the background...?) #Drew (being a nice person...? wtf?!?1) #Python (mmmm roasted snake) #I finally feel like I'm back in action! #You know--until something else tragic happens to a friend or family member #*glares at Tyche* #*knocks carefully on wood* #seriously contemplates deleting that for fear of repercussions

[kuroshika]

hey. *reaches for your face without warning and adjusts your glasses* where do you fall on the spectrum?

#jack was the master of rizz in the first episode fr #it’s kallies annual rewatch time #and she just finished the first episode #so get ready for some incoherent kallie brainworms #we’re back in business baby #hannibal nbc #hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannigram #hannibal lecter #will graham #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy #hannibal parallels #jack crawford #hannibal meta #hannibal shitpost #kalypso shut the fuck up #kuroshika.txt

[kuroshika]

what do you mean you can't see how cannibalism is the purest form of obsession and devotion??? that love is all about mutual consumption??? that you can love without obsession but you can't obsess without love???

#im sorry youve never felt love then damn #hannibal #hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #vaguely hannibal related but all my posts have the tags so #hannibal lecter #will graham #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy #hannigram #kalypso shut the fuck up #personal #mutual cannibalism and love are so alike that the lines between have begun to blur #something something 'i would carve a home for you in my ribcage if it meant always keeping you warm' #girly things #kuroshika.txt

[kuroshika]

my headcanon is that will knew hannibal was in love with him and just wanted bedelia to say it outright because he's a petty bitch.

#like mans gave her the 'go on then' look when he asked #the original manipulate manwhore manslaughter #hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #hannibal #hannibal lecter #will graham #bedelia du maurier #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy #gillian anderson #hannigram #hannibal parallels #hannibal headcanons #kallie headcanons #kalypso shut the fuck up #kuroshika.txt

[kuroshika]

#im emotional #kalypso shut the fuck up #hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #hannibal #hannibal lecter #will graham #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy #hannibal parallels #hannibal quotes #quotes #moodboard #hannibal mizumono #hannibal the series #hannigram #kuroshika.jpg

[kuroshika]

they are having gay sex, your honor

#hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #hannibal #hannibal lecter #will graham #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy #hannigram #kalypso shut the fuck up #hannibal memes #memes #hannibal shitpost #shitpost #kuroshika.txt

[kuroshika]

mmmgmmh mnh will g raham <3333333

#its too late at night for me to be scrolling through pinterest #if i see one more picture of hugh dancy im legally obligated to peg that man #kalypso shut the fuck up #hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #hannibal #will graham #hannibal lecter #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy #hannigram #hannibal parallels #kuroshika.txt

[kuroshika]

back on my bullshit with an addition to this post.

so, i established why i believe hannibal still cannibalizes people after he kills them, out of honor for his sister. and that's why he wants to eat will, etc.

but ive been thinking about how that further pushes the whole "we are conjoined" narrative. because hannibal does it out of necessity, will does it because he wants to. will has no reason to eat human flesh and organs and enjoy it at all, he just does it because he likes it.

obsession cannot exist without desire - hannibal's need to consume cannot survive without will's wanting to be consumed. hannibal's need to honor cannot survive without will's desire to be seen and loved as he is.

i think it just plays into will being hannibal's dark mirror; a reckless, self-destructive man with the urge to be accepted and welcomed without question as opposed to a put-together, calculated one who spent years refining himself and creating a different part of himself that solidified his place in society.

im sure somewhere, deep down, hannibal sees will as his opposite, but still as his equal. he met hannibal's needs with the part of himself that wanted to know what those necessities felt like, what being perceived beyond the public eye would look like.

it makes this odd codependency in both men - hannibal needs will to want him and will wants hannibal to need him. that's why hannibal being rejected by will and giving himself up in spite of that was so much harder on will than it was on hannibal.

hannibal knew will would come for him. he was very, very sure of the fact. will, on the other hand, did his very best to distance himself from it all. he married and had a child, a perfect suburban life that his appealed to his projection. but he wasn't fulfilled, he wasn't complete. there was something missing. he couldn't tell if hannibal needed him anymore. he'd promised not to think of him again, but he wanted someone to need that part of himself that he repressed so badly that it was nearly impossible.

hannibal had already proved without a doubt how much he needed will, and that's what will wanted. he wanted to be needed, to be useful for nothing but companionship, to be loved by someone desperately, and he got that from no one.

alana saw him as a broken teacup, something for her to try and fix. jack and beverly saw him as a tool to close cases and help the forensics team. margot saw him as someone who could give her an heir. molly saw him as only the projection he showed her, and didn't ache for the other parts the way he needed.

nothing fulfilled that ache quite like hannibal "it took divine intervention to stop them" lecter.

will wanted hannibal to need him. he wanted to dine with hannibal. he wanted to step inside him and think with his brain, see with his eyes. hannibal was drawn to the fact that will wanted that, from him, and the obsession stemmed from will's first few words to him - i don't find you interesting, dr. lecter. his need for will to want him was brought on by will very clearly beginning to reject his becoming in their earliest meetings - hannibal needed will to want more of him and will wanted hannibal to give him more.

i think that's why, furthermore, that hannibal wants to try and protect/honor will the way he couldn't mischa. the worst thing he can think of in regards to losing will is not death, but being unwanted.

that's why the cliff scene makes sense too, hannibal letting will push the two of them off the cliff instead of pulling will down with him - it was will's choice. he could die with hannibal or he could let hannibal go.

and he chose hannibal.

@lesbian-hannibal @craqueluring @7x16pm @shatteredlesbian

#back on my bullshit #kalypso shut the fuck up #hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #hannibal #hannibal lecter #will graham #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy #hannigram #nbc hannigram #murder husbands #hannibal and will #hannibal x will #will and hannibal #will x hannibal #hannibal parallels #hannibal meta #meta #hannibal analysis #long analysis #will graham analysis #hannibal lecter analysis #hannigram analysis #i could analyze this scene so hard #kuroshika.txt #[ this is all i've ever wanted for you ]

[kuroshika]

i've been reading through your blog and ur analyses are a little too on the nose... a little too true... bryan fuller just come out and drop the fake name, we know this is your blog

fuck, my cover has been blown. you caught me.

#kalypso answers #anon #hannibal nbc #hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter #will graham #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy #hannigram #bryan fuller #im just saying you've never seen me and bryan fuller in the same room #kalypso shut the fuck up #kuroshika.txt

[jflashandclash]

Traitors of Olympus IV: Fall of the Sun

Forty: Kalypso

The Gentle Touch of Sunshine

             Atë landed a foot away. Her right hand dangled limply, but her left was already redirecting the baseball bat at Kally’s ribs.

           This was not what Kally had in mind when she said she wanted to help the others. Throwing her discus from a distance? Definitely. Helping Pax make Get Well and Don’t Kill Us cookies for the Romans and Greeks? Yes.

           Going toe-to-toe against an immortal?

           Kally trembled.

           In that moment, the overwhelming scent of blood and rotten flesh made Kally’s stomach curl.

           With her empty hand, Atë plucked her fingers towards Kally in her hi, I want to rip your organs out greeting as she swung the bat. “Child of Prophecies, how good is predicting my actions if you’re too weak to stop them?”

           When Kally blocked Atë’s second hit with the discus, Kally almost flopped backwards onto the ground. Her mind scrambled to remember everything Mr. Paine and Axel had taught her about fighting, but, like the day of any typical chemistry test, all it could come back with was, Yea, failing could be bad.

           Kally didn’t have anything to properly counterattack a bat with nails. She wasn’t used to balancing the weight of the Cloven Terror helm, and the only weapons she had was her discus—

           You have more than your discus. The Silver Tongue Snake has taunted you into using your birth right. Focus it yet again.

           You want me to sunshine her to death? Kally demanded. She scrambled backwards, trying to buy herself time to think. That parlor trick worked great on ghosts that eviscerated in daylight naturally, but—

           Sunshine isn’t so gentle on Mercury.

           Did you talk to Alabaster in riddles and metaphors? Kally thought in irritation.

           Yes. He is smart enough to understand them.                    

           Atë leisurely approached. “The perfect someone who doesn’t learn.” She cocked her head to one side, those red eyes glassy. “Letting Axel and Ajax trick you over, and over, and over again. Ignoring that Alabaster was damaged long before I touched him. Trusting people that are stupid to trust, just like your mother did, because you can’t squeak out a line of protest.”

           Kally choked.

           She stopped retreating.

           The Cloven Terror’s laugh resonated in Kally’s mind.

           Atë raised her bat. “Do your mom and you share the same flaw? A family of mice. Too shy to squeal? The flaw of the doormat.”

           Atë swung.

           Tears stung Kally’s eyes, making her glasses fog up, but it wasn’t from fear or sadness.

           Kally put a hand out. The tug in her stomach made her whole body quiver. She wanted to throw up. But, she also wanted to blast Atë’s head off. The energy radiating off her hand was so brilliant, she winced. If she could have considered it, she would have been thankful for the shade the Cloven Terror helm afforded her gaze.

           When the bat impacted Kally’s outstretched hand, she barely felt it. Unlike last time, she didn’t stumble under the strength of the hit.

           Kally felt heat buildup under her fingers. The bat caught fire. The nails melted out of the wood. She enunciated each word through her clenched teeth, making sure Atë understood her, “I. Am. Not. A. Fucking. Doormat.”[1]

           She tore what was left of the bat from Atë’s hand.

           Atë grinned, squinting through the radiance and heat emanating off Kally’s hand. “Like Ajax. So full of surpri—”

           Kally slammed the discus into Atë’s face. There was a loud thunk. Maybe not the same resonance of when Atë hit Alabaster, but Kally could hear the Cloven Terror’s raging laughter.

           It wasn’t just the helm. Kally laughed in two-toned harmony with the Cloven Terror, as the Cloven Terror.  

           There was a sweet satisfaction from the fact that Kally’s brilliant light had blinded Atë from predicting her attack.

           Atë stumbled backwards.

           “Oh, Goddess of Mischief and Ruin,” Kally felt her mouth move with the Cloven Terror’s words, “Could it be that your fatal flaw is picking the wrong people with which to fuck?”

           With which? Kally thought.

           We’re not ending a sentence in a preposition. I’m a monster, not a savage. Now, focus.

           Kally had a lot of questions to ask Alabaster about how the helms formed their personalities.

           In the meantime, she honed her thoughts on what Atë was: someone who preapologized for abuse, someone who watched passively as a step-father-of-sorts was torn from the insides by a tree, someone who hopped from the distraught to distraught, watching them take their last plunge into a fatal decision without helping.

           After stumbling, Atë hadn’t made another move. She stared at Kally, one red eye still wide with curiosity. The other was swelling shut. From Kally’s Apollo senses, she could tell Atë’s cheekbone was fractured, but rapidly healing. “My fatal flaw…” Atë echoed.

           The sunlight intensified in Kally’s hand; Kally could smell burning flesh, but ignored it. She needed more than a blinding source.

           Mold it. The way the son of Poseidon can weaponize one essence of life, you can weaponize another.

           Kally exhaled. The tugging in her gut was becoming unbearable. To dismiss it, she concentrated on fueling her fury and honing it, like she honed the brilliance in her hands until it shaped into a glistening javelin.

           “Stay away from my friends and stay away from this camp,” Kally hissed, “Or we will show you the wrath of the Triple A Chimera.”

           Kally lunged.

           Smoke sizzled in front of her.

           Atë vanished.

           The javelin tore through a ghoul yards behind where Atë had been and another after that, then proceeded on it path, blasting through ghost after ghost. As it flew, the ghouls ignited into flames, screamed, and were eviscerated.

           Black mist curled over Kally’s shoulder, and she could feel Atë lean down on her shoulder, sliding a hand under the end of the Cloven Terror’s helm to stroke Kally’s neck. “You will have a moment of weakness again where I’ll get to figure out your flaw. You and each of your friends,” Atë said, “When it happens, I’ll be there for you, waiting. Because I love doting on your kind.”

           With that, Atë was gone.

           Kally wanted to curse in frustration. Tears of anger streamed down her cheeks as her knees turned to jello. The Cloven Terror helm suddenly felt tremendously heavy. One of her hands burned like she’d shoved it onto a stovetop and counted to thirty.

           The screams around the camp came back into focus. There were less of them.

           Kally collapsed to one knee, clutching her Argonaut statue in her good hand.

           She had assumed she could predict Atë‘s movement logically, the same way Alabaster had. Atë made her waste a lot of energy on a hit that didn’t land on the right target. When Kally glanced to her peripheral, and her view went panorama, she didn’t see Atë reappear on the battlefield. But, Kally couldn’t feel like she’d won a victory. Python was rampaging, trashing cabins. Phobetor had amassed an army of sleeping Greeks to assault the already overwhelmed Romans.

           Kally clenched her fist, pain spreading through the seared flesh. She forced herself to her feet.

           Without backup, this is a losing battle. Statistically, you won’t make it out alive if you don’t retreat now, the Cloven Terror warned.

           The chilly, winter air flushed the camp with a breeze, temporarily pushing away the scent of blood, metal, rot, and sweat. For an instant, Kally remembered how nice this camp looked when she first showed up in the Pax mobile, when she’d been claimed and her tiny hologram healed everyone around her. She wished Apollo could be useful, for once, and do that again.

           Anger boiled in that knot of her stomach.

           Are you ready to try to kill another god? the Cloven Terror asked knowingly.

           Without needing to answer the baited question, Kally walked towards the battle.

 Thanks for reading! I hope you guys enjoyed! :D Tune in next week for Hazel--When Your Mom Scolds the Hope Out of You.

[1] To be added to the list of “sweet,” fair-haired heroines that use “fucking” for a dramatic ending. Thank you Mrs. Weasely and Rachel Keller.

#Traitors of Olympus #Heroes of Olympus #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #PJo #HOO #fanfiction #Kally #Ate #Cloven Terror #FIGHTING LIKE A BOSS #I hope I have my shit together next weekend. #I'm starting to miss seeing my friends. >>'' #I'm a recluse and have no concept of time--that means it has been awhile. #And there's still so much that needs to get done T.T #Off to tackle it!