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the-littlest-kojin · 10 months

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Writing with Shiomun: Love

I have noticed, in my time writing and reading the writing of others, a pervasive trend to conflate “love” with “romance”. I know that the best cure for this kind of misconception and conflation is education - so I am going to write about different kinds of love, using concepts I learned many years ago, derived from ancient Greek. A disclaimer: While I learned this and have done my best to research the information I am talking about, I am not an expert, and I could be incorrect - I am willing to be corrected and would love to see any material that contradicts me - I want to be educated myself, if I have misconceptions!

The types of love I am going to talk about today are Eros, Pragma, Ludus, Agape, Philia, Philautia, Storge, and Mania.

Eros

Eros is erotic love, physical love.

Eros is the craving to have your hands on their body, their mouth on yours, entwined, close.

Eros is "I desire you as in physically."

In FFXIV, a representation of Eros is Haurchefant, towards the Warrior of Light.

“I say, be my personal steed!”

Pragma

Pragma is practical love, enduring love.

Pragma is waking up, every day, and making love work. It's the long marriage, the steady lifelong commitment.

Pragma is "I desire you in my life every day."

In FFXIV, a representation of Pragma is Ameliance, towards Fourchenault.

“Thus, did I pull them out of storage - to show you that he was not always the man who stands in vehement opposition to you now.”

Ludus

Ludus is playful love, flirtatious love.

Ludus is wanting to have fun with people, to laugh with them, play games, share experiences.

Ludus is “I desire you have fun with me.”

In FFXIV, a representation of Ludus is Feo Ul, towards the Warrior of Light.

“Burn bright and shine as only you can. These blessings, your lovely branch will accept in your stead.”

Agape

Agape is universal love, selfless love.

It's the love for all living things by default, the abiding affection for the world because of the fact of its existence.

Agape is "I desire the world be happy."

In FFXIV, a representation of Agape is Venat, towards everybody.

“And amidst it all a people. Beacons of light and life. Laughter that warmed my heart like naught else before. They are my meaning and my purpose. My love.”

Philia

Philia is friendly love, companionly love.

It's your best friend who you'd never in a million years date but couldn't imagine your life without.

Philia is "I desire you stick around, my friend."

In FFXIV, a representation of Philia is Ardbert, towards the Warrior of Light.

“For what it's worth, I cast my lot with yours. If you need a push, I'll be right there behind you; if you lose control, I'll do my best to stop you. So─let us be about it, hero.”

Philautia

Philautia is love of the self.

It is to look inwards and see that you are as valid of love as anybody else.

It is self-compassion and self-esteem.

Philautia is "I desire that I be happy and cared for, by myself most of all."

In FFXIV, a representation of Philautia is Fray, towards the Warrior of Light.

“For I speak only for myself. If you find comfort in my words, they are yours for the taking, but that is your choice. Now and ever after, as it has always been.”

Storge

Storge is familiar love.

It is to look at your kith and kin and want them to flourish. It is gratefulness for them transposed into love.

Storge is "I desire you flourish for all you have done for me."

In FFXIV, a representation of Storge is Matoya, towards Y’shtola.

“It's good to see you again, my girl, and with your fiery spirit unquenched. But look at you - all grown up and womanly.”

Mania

Mania is crazed love, obsessed love.

It is the where things like codependency and toxic relationships live. It is also where obsession and jealousy live.

Mania is "I desire to possess you, no matter the pain."

In FFXIV, a representation of Mania is Asahi, towards Zenos.

“My lord was destined to lead us unto a glorious new age. Your light is nothing to his radiance.”

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myreia · 8 months

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Bound by Faith

CHAPTER TWO: PHILAUTIA

Chapter Rating: T Pairing: Aureia Malathar (Warrior of Light)/Thancred Waters Characters: Warrior of Light, Thancred Waters, Urianger Augurelt, Ryne, Alisaie Leveilleur, Alphinaud Leveilleur, Y'shtola Rhul, Cyella Chapter Word Count: 8,787 Story Word Count: 14,132 Story Summary: With their enemies defeated and the First saved, the Crystarium is alive with celebration. Despite the joy around her, Aureia is uncertain about the next steps to take. So is Thancred, for that matter. The puzzle of their lives has sat incomplete for years, but finally this last, precious piece may be able to slide into place. Spoiler Warning: Spoilers for the end of Shadowbringers base. Notes: This chapter does not contain explicit sexual content, but a later chapter will.

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“We really should have known better,” he adds after a moment. “Once she sets her sights on a matter, there’s no stopping her.” Urianger raises an eyebrow. “Indeed,” he says soberly, lowering his wine. “And thy pride in her is more than palpable.” “Am I proud…?” He chuckles, shaking his head at himself. “Yes. I suppose I am.” “Then why dost though linger, Thancred? If I may—and no, I must insist thou resist the temptation to interrupt and heed mine words for the duration of this moment—when I didst speak with Ryne earlier this eve, I sensed some disappointment that thou hast withdrawn unto the outskirts. I am uncertain what she envisioned for tonight, but to remain uninvolved and standing on the fringes mayhap communicates to her that thou dost not share in her excitement.” “It is not that, let me assure you! And you’re one to talk. I haven’t seen you partaking in the festivities either. Have you considered that Ryne may be just as disappointed in you as she is in me—” “I have been contending with Feo Ul’s most gracious of ambassadors—” “Of course you have—” “—who are—it is paramount to note—little scoundrels.” “Urianger, you do realize that the day will come when you will not have pixies to use as an excuse?” “Aye. But the day when our massy souls depart the First to return to their vessels upon the Source is not yet upon us. There is much to be done beforehand to ensure safe passage from one world to the next.” Ugh. Thancred’s shoulders slump. “Please, I am begging you, never use the word massy like that again. Or refer to our bodies as vessels, for that matter.” Urianger smiles serenely and tips his wine glass to him. He sighs and scratches the back of his neck, shaking his head. “Perhaps I should clarify. It is not that I have no desire to partake, but rather that my head still spins from all we’ve accomplished. What we bore witness to. As detestable Emet-Selch and his whole rotten ilk are… I cannot so easily forget what we saw in Amaurot. And—gods damn it, I cannot believe I am saying this about an Ascian—perhaps I do understand something of him after all. That desperation to cling to what you loved… to what was lost…” “The horrors of that bygone era hath given us much to ponder, ‘tis true,” Urianger says gently. “Thou art not alone in thine preoccupation. There are many questions whose answers may be forever beyond our knowing. Mayhap they will haunt us for the remainder of our days—or perchance we will expose their anagogic secrets. For now, that fate remains unknown. But it does not behoove us to indulge in such preoccupations on an eve such as this one, and so it is my turn to beg something of thee. Set aside the temptation to linger on it for the duration of tonight. There will be sufficient time for that anon.” “I know.” “Look to thy loved ones. This time is for them and them alone.” “I am. I do. And you do know you’re included in that, Urianger—” “I do not speak of myself and thou knowest that plainly.” Thancred pauses, a lump forming in his throat. Much like Y’shtola, Urianger has a way of striking through to the heart of the matter—even when it takes him twelve sentences to get there when one would suffice.

#hello it is tuesday #this chapter is the sole reason i made the tag roasting each other is a form of love #don't know whether this chapter deserves to have +8000 words devoted to thancred's POV but here we are anyway 😂#(this chapter is also the reason why the whole thing isn't being posted to tumblr proper it's too long for a tumblr post)#ffxiv #ffxiv fic #ffxiv fanfic #wolcred #ffxiv wol #thancred waters #urianger augurelt #ryne waters #aureia malathar #only tagging characters who appear in this chapter #shadowbringers #shadowbringers spoilers #writing tag

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fictive-fodder · 2 years

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|| Steven Grant vs. You : III ||

A tiny story where you discover that your sweet, handsome coworker is just as much into Egyptology as you are into ancient Greece- and the playful battle that ensues.

PART I - PART II - PART III

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Referenced works- Hesiod. Theogony and Works and Days (Oxford World's Classics) OUP Oxford. Richard Mayde. Ancient Egypt, Dodd, Mead Gerald D. Waxman, Astronomical Tidbits: A Layperson's Guide to Astronomy

Let us begin our singing. It will haunt this great and holy mountain, and we will dance on our soft feet round the violet-dark spring and the altar of the mighty son of Kronos. We will bathe our gentle skin in Permessos. Then, on the highest slope we will make our dances, fair and lovely, stepping lively in time. From there we go forth, veiled in thick mist, and walk by night, uttering beautiful voice.

So said mighty Zeus’ daughters, they breathed into me wondrous voice, so that I should celebrate things of the future and things that were aforetime. Come now, from the Muses let us begin, as they tell of what is and what shall be and what was aforetime, voices in unison. The words flow untiring from their mouths, and sweet.

“I mean… just wow…” Steven sighed, eyes twinkling at you from across your desk.

“I know.” You nodded with deep satisfaction.

“You’re right, too.” he continued, “You really do get this sense that they were there.”

“It feels like it, huh?” you agreed, “With ancient Egypt, you have Pharaoh as the representative of higher power, but there isn’t this deep and messy interaction with the gods that I’ve come to love so much out of Greek myth. Especially when historical artists made work where they themselves interacted with gods, or were at least in conversation with them, like this or like Sappho.”

Lately, when Steven worked mornings, he had taken to peering into your cubicle on his breaks to see if you weren’t too busy for him to visit. It was quickly becoming your favorite ritual, and you found yourself often looking past your cubicle’s entrance as if you could will his curly head of hair to appear.

“I think the closest equivalent I can come to is the temple of Philae…” Steven thought aloud, he leaned over your desk excitedly. You smiled, nodding as you thought of the description of it in the book Steven lent you.

Close by this temple of Osiris at Philae was a small one, dedicated to his queen and sister, Isis. A later writer speaks of it as “the most strangely wild and beautiful spot he ever beheld. Here spreads a deep drift of silvery sand, fringed by rich verdure and purple blossoms; there, a grove of palms, intermingled with flowering acacia; and there, through vistas of craggy cliffs and gloomy foliage, gleams a calm blue lake, with the sacred island in the midst, green to the water’s edge, except where the walls of the old temple city are reflected.”

“From the little I’ve glimpsed so far, it seems like Osirus and Isis’ marriage is a very popular story?”

“Oh, yea, super.” Steven nodded significantly. “And for good reason too- I mean sewing your husband’s body back from fourteen pieces is quite a testimony to your love, I think.” There was a quiet pause as you took a moment to make sure the two of you were still being ignored, before Steven continued, “Is there a love story you like from Greek mythology?”

“Oh-” you took in a deep breath, overwhelmed by the question. “There are so many… I mean so, so many. You have the big ones, you know- like Odysseus and Penelope, Patroclus and Achilles, Hades and Persephone, the love triangle of Aphrodite, Ares and Hephaestus… the Greeks adored a good love story. They had 8 different kinds of Love, after all.”

“Eight, really?” Steven asked, leaning even further over your desk, his smile unfading.

“Yes! You have Storge, familial love. Philautia, self love. Agape, which I quite like, that’s love for everyone.”

“Ooh that’s very grand.” Steven chuckled.

“It is! Philia is also lovely- that’s deep friendship.”

“Alright, that was four.” he counted, tilting his head as he looked into your eyes. If there were any emails or phone calls incoming you would have never known. You met Steven’s gaze, smiling back at him and feeling, strangely, as if you couldn’t inhale as much air as you would like to.

“Mhm… then we have Mania, which is obsessive love. You know, when you can’t stop thinking about someone and you’re just-” you shook your head, grinning, “kinda like when you first fall in love for someone, really hard, and you can’t think about anything else, you’re just tortured?”

A change passed over Steven’s face that was initially hard for you to read. At first, you thought the brightness of his eyes dimmed at your last words, but as you searched his face you realized that his eyes weren’t less bright due to dismay or boredom, they were less bright because his pupils were dilating as he watched you. Steven was so close to you that you could even see your own silhouette in his widening gaze.

“Um…” you continued on, swallowing dryly, “A..Another favorite of mine, Ludus… which is playful love, or like- young love. Eros, probably the best known, as it’s the spicy one. And lastly you have the love I’m certain Osirus and Isis shared…”

“What’s that one called?” Steven asked, eyes widening.

“Pragma, longstanding love… kind of the end goal, really.”

You jumped with a start as your desk phone began to ring loudly. Steven cleared his throat, pulling himself off of your desk and back into his chair, rubbing the side of his face with one hand as you twisted to pick up your phone. You frowned as you recognized the number on caller i.d. to be the gift shop’s extension. “Ut oh Steven…” you mumbled, picking up the phone. “Reception- how can I help you?” you answered as neutrally as possible, but you almost lost your professional composure as you glanced nervously at Steven, and found him staring at you like a child caught with their hand in the proverbial cookie jar.

“Hello- could you please tell me if there is a gift shop employee in the office? His name is Stevie?”

“Stevie?” you repeated, confused. Steven rolled his eyes, exasperated. “No, there is definitely no Stevie here I’m sorry to say… office is pretty empty. Is there something I can help you wi-” the phone clicked in your ear. Frowning, you pulled the receiver away from you to look at it, before hanging up the line and looking at Steven.

“Did Donna just hang up on you?” he asked, startled.

“I think she did?” you replied laughing, aghast.

“Oi- I hate that, I’m sorry.” Steven grimaced, standing up. “I don’t want you getting into trouble.”

“I’m not concerned, we work in two totally separate departments.” you shrugged. This seemed to reassure Steven as he patted down his pants pockets and made sure he had everything.

“Time to go sell some plastic ankhs?” you teased, grinning.

“Oh yes.” Steven replied lamely. “Some Nike of Samothrace snow globes as well.”

“Ouch- you got me.” you laughed, standing up too. You opened your mouth to ask about seeing him for lunch before you stopped yourself- what if you were being too demanding of his attention? With these new visits, any free time Steven had was being claimed by you. It felt presumptive to assume he wouldn’t like some time for himself. “Um… do you have any plans you're looking forward to, today?”

“Finishing the Theogony, that’s about it.” Steven replied, stepping out of your cubicle. “Talk about it over lunch, yea?”

You felt yourself blush. “If you want to!”

“Cheers!” Steven exclaimed, before darting away.

You sat back in your office chair and swiveled to face your computer, smiling to yourself. Steven was good. He was so, so good. Sighing dreamily, you refreshed your email and watched your screen filled with messages.

As you clicked through your emails you couldn’t help but to keep thinking about Steven, how lucky you were to become friends after only a few weeks of working at the museum. Even though Donna and Steven’s relationship didn’t seem great, part of you envied the amount they got to interact as a team. Your role was mostly emails between curators, accountants, marketing agents, and the Liaison Department.

You straightened in your chair as something occurred to you, hadn’t Steven said that he wanted to be a tour guide? You opened an email from Marketing briefing the Liaison Department on a new collection of work that would be showcased soon, asking the liaisons to study up on the attached pdf’s of art history so they could speak about the collection. You still hadn’t figured out why you seemed to be CC’d on every single email from any department under the museum roof, but now that didn’t seem so bad. They were all there- any branch manager you needed was available to you… even the curation team for the ancient Egyptian collection.

“What have you got today?” you asked as you sat down beside Steven in the break room.

“I think what you mean is, what have I got us today!”’ Steven said triumphantly, as he pulled from his bag not one, but two lunches.

“What!” you exclaimed, eyebrows raised.

“Yea dove I made you lunch!” Steven grinned, all the more satisfied by your surprise. “It’s not bad either, we’ve got apples, some crisps, and avocado sandwiches! They’re quite good really, they’ve got lettuce and tomato in, and this spicy mustard.”

Steven set your lunch before you with a level of excitement equal to a conductor beginning a symphony. All you could do was stare, and make some strange smile with your mouth partly open, as you looked between him and the slightly crumpled, but still appetizing sandwich before you.

“I wanted to try and make this vegan caramel for the apples but I rather bungled that…” he continued, reminiscing on his caramel attempt with a cringe.

“I’m-“ you started to say, but you didn’t actually know what you were. Aside from the obvious attributes: deeply flattered, touched, and surprised. There was a tightness in your throat that you’d only usually felt when you were about to cry, but there were no tears forming in your eyes. You stared at the sandwich as if it held monumental power.

With a crunch, Steven bit into his apple. He nudged your arm with his elbow as he took another bite. You jumped a little and picked up your own.

“Cheers!” Steven said, tapping his apple against yours. Chucking, you took a bite.

You couldn’t have known how strange it was for Steven to be eating a lunch he made with a friend. He was nearly as surprised as you, that he was able to sit down with you today and provide this meal. Steven had never been very good about remembering to make himself up a lunch to take to work, but the idea of also making one for you, however modest it may be, was so exciting that it stuck in his mind. Instead of only remembering he should have packed food by the time he was clocking out for lunch, he had stopped at the market on the way home last night, imagining how this very moment would play out. As was usual, he had been hesitant to fall asleep, but the thought of having time in the morning to carefully assemble sandwiches gripped him with excitement and so he’d done his best, making sure his ankle restraint was tightly fastened to his leg no later than midnight, and stared up at his dark ceiling, silently begging it to let him sleep peacefully.

When Steven woke up it was nearly dawn. He was so bewildered by the unique light of early morning that for a moment he thought he’d only slept for a few minutes. His ankle was still securely fastened to its brace, and even more profoundly, he felt rested. Steven felt like he had won, but there was also a bitter sweetness to realizing his night had gone exactly as intended- that it was unlikely to happen again, or consistently.

He tried to brush off that anxiety though, as he watched you take the first bite of the sandwich he made. Whether you were just being angelically polite or genuinely enjoying it, he appreciated your attention nevertheless. What was better? To try and have some plans, some gifts, some special moments never materialize- or to never meet the opportunity to surprise you and make you smile?

That was an easy answer.

“You failed to mention earlier,” Steven started, chewing through a large bite of bread, “what your favorite ancient Greek love story is?”

“Oh right! Well that’s so difficult!” you groaned, grinning. “The reason may be nuanced, but I love Selene and Endymion’s story.”

“What is it?”

“Selene is the Moon goddess in the ancient Greek pantheon, and Endymion was a mortal shepherd Prince that would take his flock over hills and mountains at night. They fell in love, but because she was immortal and Endymion was not, Zeus extended his life by casting an eternal sleep upon Endymion.”

“Alright?” Steven responded, gesturing for you to keep explaining.

“That’s pretty much the whole story.” you laughed.

“Why is that your favorite then?” Steven asked, more spellbound than anything.

“Because! Okay this might sound a little cheesy but-”

“Sorry, I can’t do cheese. I’m vegan, remember?” Steven said with mock severity.

“Wow.” you replied flatly. You leaned back a little to watch Steven have a very hard time not laughing at his own joke. “Proud of yourself?”

“Go on, keep telling me why-” he choked out, bringing his hands to cover his mouth.

“No, no…” you replied, you resisted the twitch of a smile on your own face. “I don’t think I can after being eviscerated by your lactose free wit.”

“Please-” Steven wheezed faintly, nodding encouragingly, “Please, tell me.”

“Well-” you sighed haggardly, “What I was going to say is that I like it, because to me it feels metaphorical? No one should really ‘see’ the moon because it is at its best when we should be asleep, and yet we have and we do- and we have done for hundreds of years? Cultures with no connection all over the world have fallen in love with the Moon, which appears in its highest glory when our eyes should be closed? And I just think of that when thinking of Endymion. I think of how the night sky infatuates us, how humankind has always been so rhapsodic about it, even though as creatures we are useless in the dark and the night does little for anyone in a practical sense.

“Endymion is in this eternal sleep, induced by his love for the Moon… again, metaphorically, he’s fed by his affection for something so lovely? It just so simply encapsulates this understanding that people had way back then that even in a time of hardship, beauty was longed for and nourished humankind?”

Steven had stopped eating. He was simply staring at you, eyebrows raised.

“I know it sounds like I’ve thought about it too much- it’s because I do.” you qualified, embarrassed.

“No-” Steven replied, voice soft, brow furrowed. “You’re alright… that was, that’s good.”

You were not convinced that Steven was genuine in his reassurance. You cast your eyes downward, mind racing. This was an overstep on your part- you got a little too romantic, waxed a little too poetic about your favorite topic. You wanted to try to ground your thoughts. “Um… there’s an… there’s a quote from this book.” you offered weakly, pulling your phone out of your pocket for reference.

You read aloud, “There is a fundamental reason why we look at the sky with wonder and longing—for the same reason that we stand, hour after hour, gazing at the distant swell of the open ocean. There is something like an ancient wisdom, encoded and tucked away in our DNA, that knows its point of origin as surely as a salmon knows its creek. Intellectually, we may not want to return there, but the genes know, and long for their origins—their home in the salty depths. But if the seas are our immediate source, the penultimate source is certainly the heavens… The spectacular truth is—and this is something that your DNA has known all along—the very atoms of your body—the iron, calcium, phosphorus, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, and on and on—were initially forged in long-dead stars. This is why, when you stand outside under a moonless, country sky, you feel some ineffable tugging at your innards. We are star stuff.“ The quiet you were greeted with felt unbearable. Quickly tucking your phone back in your pocket, you smiled, and sighed. “I mean those are the words of an astronomer, but the ancient Greeks were saying the same thing- We can’t help ourselves. We’re all in love with the moon.”

Mania. Steven thought.

“I…” Steven started, before stopping himself with a shake of his head. He still hadn’t touched any food. Sighing your name, Steven glanced into your eyes, head still shaking. “You… um, you think- You think very beautifully.”

“Hah-” you breathed, it was a sound of deepest regret. Why? Why had you been so open. You could have probably cooked an egg on your cheek, it felt so warm. You were desperate for some way out of being the talkative one. “You know, I don’t actually know if there was a Moon god in the Egyptian pantheon?”

“Oh-” Steven’s tone changed to something significantly less enchanted. “Yea. His name is Khonshu, god of the Moon, protector of those who travel at night.”

“...not a fan?” you asked, unable to help smiling at how personally offended Steven seemed by invoking Khonshu.

“Not really.” he replied, shrugging.

“Aha!” you grinned, taking a triumphant bite of your apple. “And there it is.”

“What?” Steven asked.

“The beginning of the end, Steven.” you hummed, “Greek god versus Egyptian God, Selene beats Khonshu.”

“HAH!” Steven laughed so loudly the rest of your coworkers in the break room glanced over. Why did this always happen to you two? Steven grasped at his chest, his eyes closed by the strength of his giggles. “Alright dove, that one you can have.”

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Cupid's Curse

Chapter Seven

Warnings: alcohol, drinking, horny times, misuse of powers (oops), random strangers??

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Chapter Six | Chapter Eight

Two series of events happened: Steven went to talk to his friend, the living statue, and you went to a bachelorette party.

First off, you aren't much of a party person. Once you party hard with Dionysus and his worshippers, you kinda partied enough for centuries. Yet, here you are at this bachelorette party with your college friends. You can't help but be beaming with joy equally with the bride to be, not only do you welcome the aura of Philautia and Storge. Love of self (not to be confused with narcissism) and the love of friendship. Given how your months was Eros and Mania filled, you need a breather! Sure, you rather not be a dance club with loud music and glow sticks or glowing paint on people. Feels like you are reliving the party time college years all over again.

Seems she wanted her bachelorette party to be a blast rather than calm. Oh well.

"Congratulations!"

"Thank you, aaaah I'm so happy right now!"

"Good ol' ball and chain to keep ya both financially stable."

"Dude, go fight the system another time."

"Haha, you won't feel that way once you find 'the one'."

Your other friend scoffs.

"I'm happy for you. May you have many happy years together." You say to your friend.

Back in college your friend was (is) head over heels for this guy in her engineering class. They both are the same friend groups and it was painfully obvious they are into each other. Everyone was trying to encourage them to talk to each other, but they both were shy and only spoke to each about assignments and the latest episode of some show. It was unbearable to most how they were when left alone, you adored it. You wanted to snatch those two and bottle them up. Of course, being their friend, you help them out by giving them a nudge towards each other.

Aphrodite would not approve if you left them to part ways after graduation never opening up to each other!

By nudge you mean a prick of the legendary golden arrow dubbed the Eros' arrow or Cupid's love arrow often seen on Valentine's day decorations.

For the bad reputation of Cupid's arrow… Most if it is very true. Cupid's arrows, infamous for all the problems it causes both mortals and Gods alike. The golden arrow of love and leaden arrow of repulsion, these famously used on a God and nymph. The golden arrow is rightfully feared for the most stoic person can become an emotional romantic within seconds of it piercing the heart! The arrow head is laced with the power of Mania (obsessed) and Ludus (playful), thus creating the lethal poisonous version of 'love at first sight'. The rose colored glasses affect.

Apollo knows well the power of love.

The nymph knows the power to be repulsed by love.

The leaden arrow temporarily draws away all ability to love someone whether romantically, platonically, familiarly, etc. Heart hollowed, though temporarily.

You never used the arrow frivolously! With great consideration, a lot of praying; you know what needs to be done as a creature of love.

One arrow shot through both hearts connecting them both; the rarity to seeing Pragma taking place warms your heart to this day.

So, you are letting it go how they and yourself agreed to party it up this last night of single-ness for your friend!

"Wow, that's what I call true love." One friend says as the newly bride shows off her engagement ring. You laugh at how materialistic that is. She shows it off then regales everyone with stories about her relationship. The trips, the silly arguments, the way she supports him and he supports her. "Guys, I don't know what to do with myself! He's perfect! We're perfect!"

Seems the golden arrow didn't have to do much work besides giving them a confidence boost to speak their feelings out to each other.

"Enough mushy stuff," You helped book a spot in the seating area of the club for this party. Your cynical friend gestures for the waiter to start serving the drinks. Glowing liquor in shot glasses. You eye it curiously as everyone grabs a glass then lifts it up in the air.

"Cheers!" They shout toasting each other's shot glass of liquor in the air, "Come on, (Name), live a little."

Normally, you wouldn't drink.

Given how these months have been torture… And your heart has been playing games with your life.

"Alright. One drink." Might as well enjoy yourself for the night.

One night.

The drinks (yeah you didn't stop at one) started to kick in while you were awkwardly dancing. You are greatly undressed (by them you are dressed perfectly) for this! Too much skin, too short, too tight, wearing a wig is overheating you.

The panic is first, it tries to ground you quickly before you start letting loose.

"There she is!"

To them they see this party animal but you know the true, a piece of Aphrodite comes out. With her heart you understood why she was the way she was, so full ready to burst with love; no one to connect with her on the same level as see. Ares came close but then she was forced to marry Hephaestus, soon love made her become what you once tried to deny: a bored God.

The Olympians died because of their own hubris, the demi-God children (most of Zeus) grew tired of Hera and other Gods putting them through unnecessary trials for their amusement.

Hercules to lead them.

You swore to never become like the Gods of Olympus, though you are still half mortal and will make mistakes, you will never be cruel.

"Wooo, yas get in there!" Cheering as you give in the beating heart's whims.

You are flawed, mistakes are natural.

Nature boy, you know the song. It's playing right now, a bad remix of it, but playing nonetheless. You are drunk on everything right now. The liquor, the environment, the man touching you and you touching him. You moan when you feel someone behind you grinding against your ass. Eyes glowing pink as the flashing lights go wild with each bass drop, your dress lifted a bit further up until a bit if your ass is showing.

They don't understand you as you speak Greek, moaning out nicknames for you don't know who is touching you. Nor will they ever know who you are. Because of the wildness of your group, wigs are something you all wear for fun. A loud outfit, loud wigs and shades, be loud and partying hard.

You decided to wear all pink, wig, shades, dress, and nail polish; not much covered but enough to be decent. A walking Eros.

"Fuck," Hand tugging you to the back where the bathrooms are. The second dancer is forgotten (and will forget about you for your touch is a temporary high right now), the first one pinning you to a wall kissing and touching you everywhere.

His heart is so light yet with so many complex emotions. You touch his chest letting your power seep into the cracks of his broken heart.

"Shit!" It hurts at first causing him to stop, then he smiles as he stares at you with temporarily pink glowing eyes for a second. "You are…" You shush him with a kiss, full of love. "Damnit, need this off of you." You giggle at the way the stranger is so needy, so desperate, so lonely. You have fucked someone touched starved before but if you didn't know any better this guy's heart seems hallow.

"Soon," Promising him. "Gods!"

Your powers are going haywire as he touches you and you touch him. Eros running high in your system, his man adding yet taking thus increasing how go he feels every second he is touching you.

"Relax," Whispering the command in his ear, you tug him back into the crowd. "Enjoy this with me." His hands on your waist as music changes, "Good boy." Your hands playing with the dark curls, dark brown eyes hidden behind his eyelids but those long lashes are beautiful too, tall enough to tower over you but he curls over you as he is led to match this new dance.

You don't want to fuck him (yet), you only want to fill his sad heart with a bit of love. A sad divided heart, you want to hold it and bathe it in your love.

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💜❤️!!AegoAegoAego!!💜❤️

Philautia; (φιλαυτία, philautía) means "self-love". To love oneself or "regard for one's own happiness or advantage"... Hello Hello! I'm Aego🫶🏾 Silly goat artist who draws ppl in love(and occasionally other things on my main, @aegos-eros)

BYF:

No pro/comship interaction pls! Thank you!

Minors may interact, but pls don't follow me as I have little to no filter abt what I say. Especially when it's Aego Simping Hours™️. If I check and you have no age/are under 18 I will softblock.

I am a black sapphic bi cis woman. If you have a problem with any of that then please leave💜

I am also some flavor of asexual. Aegosexual describes me best(Okay with fantasizing/interacting with nsfw things, not actually doing them. Link to a vid that explains more if ur interested ^.^)

OC x Canon/selfship truther, argue with the wall

I typically refrain from discourse/stressful topics for my own mental health, if I do speak/reblog anything it will be tagged with: #🕸️ bc spiders scare me

I also get high/drink, pls block the tag: #🍃🍹 This is not a suggestion block it now/hj

💜About Aego💜

ADHD + social anxiety(along w The Others™️), but I still love talking to ppl!! Ask/talk to me about whatever, If I can, I'll answer🫶🏾

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POC, Bi(woman leaning), Aegosexual 🖤💜🤍

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Aspriring Drawerw(Artist)

Genshin, Honkai Star Rail, Stardew Valley, Rimworld, Starbound, Other games i can't remember rn...

Ill put more stuff here eventually✨💫

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Ten x Kazuha (TenKazu) (My loves💜❤️)(Iffy on Sharing🫠)

[Unnamed Moth OC] x Carmilla Carmine (a pic of Carmilla bc i don't have ship art of them yet💔💔)

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more to be added as necessary 😊

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kjack89 · 2 years

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Coup de Foudre

For @themiserablesmonth Day 25: First Glance.

Canon era, developing E/R.

Read on AO3.

Enjolras’s tone was unusually sour as he led Courfeyrac into the backroom of the Musain. “All that I am saying,” he said loudly, in a tone that indicated he wished this particular argument to be over, “is that there is no such thing as love at first glance.”

Courfeyrac rolled his eyes in return. “And all that I am saying is that you are being quite boring about this,” he said, sounding particularly put out.

Enjolras looked as though he was barely managing to stop himself from also rolling his eyes in response, brightening when he saw Combeferre seated at the table, reading through the draft of a pamphlet. “Ah, Combeferre, talk some sense into Courfeyrac, would you?”

Combeferre glanced up at them, brow lifted in what might have been amusement. “I have yet to be able to thus far,” he said evenly. “But on which topic would you have me try?”

Courfeyrac huffed a sigh at being suddenly outnumbered as Enjolras said, “You do recall Courfeyrac’s idiot roommate?”

Combeferre blinked. “Marius?”

“The very one,” Enjolras said, his tone disapproving, as if the very concept of Courfeyrac’s roommate was something to be derided. “The twit has decided that he is in love.”

“Ah.”

Combeferre uttered but the single syllable, which was perhaps for the best, as Enjolras did not seem to notice that he had spoken at all. “With a woman to whom he has never spoken, and whom he has seen, charitably, a handful of times. Am I correct?”

He directed this final question at Courfeyrac, who rolled his eyes a second time as he slumped into the chair next to Combeferre. “Certainly, when you say it like that and strip it of all romance,” he said, matching Enjolras’s sour tone, but when he turned to speak to Combeferre, his tone turned almost wistful. “It was the coup de foudre, Combeferre. I witnessed it with my own eyes.”

“And as I have long maintained, such a thing is but fantasy,” Enjolras interrupted loudly. He gestured to Combeferre. “So I leave it to you to attempt some semblance of reason, lest I despair that all logic is lost forever.”

Combeferre set his pen down, taking a moment to gather his thoughts before carefully pronouncing, “Physiologically speaking, Enjolras may very well be correct.” Courfeyrac made a disparaging noise, but Combeferre continued doggedly, “One day we may be able to parse the brain’s chemistry and demonstrate that the chemicals of infatuation are markedly different from the sustained bond of love and attachment.”

“Spoil sport,” Courfeyrac muttered, as Enjolras gave him a triumphant smile.

Combeferre cleared his throat. “And yet—”

Enjolras groaned, sitting on Courfeyrac’s other side.. “Could you not leave well enough alone?”

“Despite your insistence that you remain above such things,” Combeferre told him, “I prefer to think of the human experience as more than just a sum of chemical reactions.”

Enjolras scowled. “Meaning what, precisely?”

“Meaning that I do not believe the answer to your question is as simple as you think.” Now Combeferre sounded eager, as he was wont to when confronted with a philosophical question, even one not directly posed by either man in attendance. “And that it has a great deal to do with what one considers to be love.”

“Other than idiocy?” Enjolras muttered.

Courfeyrac smirked as he interjected, saccharine sweet, “If it is idiocy, then my roommate very well may have experienced it, by your own admission.”

Enjolras’s scowl deepened. “That is not what I meant, and you know it.”

Combeferre again cleared his throat. “The fact of the matter is, there are many kinds of love beyond simply infatuation or romantic love,” he said reasonably. “Think, after all, of how many words the Greeks used to describe love, from philautia to agape. So too it stands to reason that while you and I might consider pragma to be inconceivable at first glance, eros or even philia might be possible. And are not all of them types of love?”

Both Courfeyrac and Enjolras considered it for a moment, before Enjolras sighed and shook his head. “Far be it for me to argue with the Greeks about anything,” he said, in a tone that indicated he had and would continue to argue with the long dead Greeks about a great many things, “but I believe that to be a separate question of whether Marius Pontmercy has indeed fallen into the commonly understood notion of love at but a single glance.”

“And I believe all three of you are missing the point entirely,” a fourth voice stated, and all three turned as one to stare at Grantaire, slumped in the corner, wine bottle in front of him. “At first glance, at hundredth, at thousandth, even. It is all the same.”

Combeferre’s eyes narrowed. “Speak plainly, Wine Cask, if you are to speak at all.”

The corners of Grantaire’s lips twitched toward what may have been a smile – or a smirk. “Forgive me for daring to speak in the company of such esteemed wisdom,” he said, lifting his bottle in a mocking toast.

“Careful, Capital R—” Courfeyrac started warningly, but Enjolras laid a hand on his arm.

“No, I wish to hear what he has to say.” He fixed his eyes on Grantaire. “Say what you will, Grantaire,” he said. “I would hear your insight into this of all matters.”

Though his words were magnanimous, his tone indicated that he did not believe Grantaire capable of such insight. Perhaps it was for this reason that Grantaire flushed slightly, though when he spoke again, his voice was determined, and his eyes were locked unwaveringly on Enjolras’s. “You speak as though there are only two options. As if love at first glance can happen only the very first time two pairs of eyes meet across a crowded room.”

Combeferre frowned. “Is that not the definition of love at first sight?”

“No.”

“No?” Courfeyrac repeated, almost amused.

Grantaire lifted his chin, just slightly, his eyes still on Enjolras. “No. In love, all is made new again, which is why it matters not if it is the first time eyes meet, or the hundredth.”

“Or the thousandth,” Enjolras finished, something strange in his tone.

Grantaire nodded. “Indeed. For when eyes meet in love, when one or both understands and realizes that who they are seeing is not merely a friend, an acquaintance, even a stranger, but someone who will irrevocably alter the course of their life, any glance made before that matters not at all.” He shrugged, something softening in his expression. “All love happens at a first glance, the first glance that starts something entirely new, the first glance that makes a heart call out in longing.”

Combeferre glanced sideways at Courfeyrac. “I will admit, I expected drunken rambling, not poetry,” he said in an undertone.

Courfeyrac just shook his head slowly. “Can there not be poetry even in drunken rambling?” he asked, equally quiet.

“And so too may man hope that one day, their beloved might look upon them with eyes finally clear, and know, just as they do, in a first glance of their own,” Grantaire said softly, something almost sad, or at the very least longing, underpinning his words. Then, as if realizing he had said more than he intended, his flush deepened, a mottled red. “That is…that is what I think,” he finished weakly, tearing his eyes away from Enjolras to find his bottle.

Combeferre cleared his throat. “Well, that is certainly an interesting counterpoint to our discussion, do you not think, Enjolras?” Enjolras said nothing, and Combeferre leaned forward to frown at him. “Enjolras?”

But Enjolras was still staring at Grantaire, a peculiar expression on his face. “I—” he started, before trying again. “That is to say, I, uh…”

He trailed off and Grantaire stood, taking his wine bottle with him. “Now that my piece has been said, I find myself in need of more libation,” he said, toasting them again, though somewhat less mockingly this time. “Gentlemen.”

As Grantaire strode to the door, Courfeyrac shook his head. “Well, now that we’ve seemingly settled the matter, let us turn to other things.”

But Combeferre stopped him. “Courfeyrac,” he said quietly.

“What?”

Combeferre nodded toward Enjolras, who was still staring at the seat that Grantaire had vacated. “I think it best we give Enjolras a moment.”

Courfeyrac’s brow furrowed. “Why? What ails him?”

“Nothing,” Combeferre said, shaking his head. “Just—”

Realization struck Courfeyrac. “Surely you don’t think—” He broke off, unable to stop the small, delighted smile that stretched across his face. “A first glance.”

Combeferre shrugged, a little helplessly. “After the thousandth.”

Courfeyrac shook his head in wonder. “The coup de foudre.”

“Such as it were.”

Enjolras suddenly shook his head as if to clear it, blinking rapidly as he returned to himself. “My apologies,” he said. “What were we discussing?”

Combeferre and Courfeyrac exchanged knowing glances. “Love at first glance,” Courfeyrac said, still smiling. “And just when, exactly, that first glance may occur.”

#exr #enjolras x grantaire #enjoltaire #enjolras #grantaire #combeferre #courfeyrac #with mentions of the boobie himself Marius #fanfiction #les miserables #canon era #developing relationship #so to speak #the miserables month 2022

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greypetrel · 8 months

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For the love ask, Philautia 4 for everyone? :3

Hi Laya! :D

A little late but here I am, thank you for asking!!

(The ask is still open if anyone wants to send me some number)

Tis the prompt list

Philautia - 4. Which of your OC's qualities makes them the most proud? Do they think more people should be like them in this regard? Or do they quite like being rare in possessing it?

Alyra: Her cleverness and foresight, and how she's capable to read a situation and turn it to her advantage and find solutions. She would definitely wish that more people could just think thoroughly before acting and yes bunch of Guerrins still somehow in her eyesight she's looking at you.

Raina: She's proud of being able to digest rocks. If you ask her this question, you'd put her in much difficulty. She doesn't recognize herself so many quality, surely there's not much she's actually proud of herself save how she moves on a battlefield. She'll deflect with a joke and won't actually answer. (If pressed, she'll spit out that she likes to be the one that stands up and speak up when she sees something wrong, but will dismiss it as "it's just being a good human being it's nothing special")

Garrett: He's sadly very proud of his dad humour. Also, he likes being kind and would surely hope that there would be more kindness in the world.

Aisling: She's with Garrett on this. She likes being kind, even if people call her naive or stupid for it. Strongly believe that if there were more people being kind and trying to put in the other's shoes, the world would be a better place instantly.

Radha: She's proud of being caring and look after her loved ones. She's loyal to a fault, and would sigh aloud and complain how other people are not.

#seven forms of love ask #oc asks #alyra mahariel #raina hawke #garrett hawke #aisling lavellan #radha lavellan #you thought raina would have been normal about this? :D #She's the worse on the philautia side oops #or well she'll get better but slowly

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For the ask game, can I get Eros 5, Ludus 5 and Pragma 5 for Neva, and Philautia 1, and Storge 3 for Alistair please?

Hiya Laura! Of course, and I’m sorry this took a little longer than usual, I got carried away with the last one for Alistar a bit because your question unlocked a new piece of his personality 😆! I hope you enjoy 🥰! (Also you guys can still as for this ask game if you want 🥰!)

Neva:

Eros 5: How closely is their opinion of their own beauty (or lack thereof) linked to their confidence? Do they see themselves as more or less worthy of love or sex based on how attractive they feel?

Hm I think Neva’s confidence is only *slightly* linked to her appearance, and when I say slightly I say at least 10% linked 😆. She does get stared at quite a bit for her similarity to William Vangeance and it’ll make her self-conscious at times, but she tries not to show it and once she gets away from the people staring she goes back to feeling normal!

I don’t think she does tbh 🤔. I mean, when she dresses herself up for Yuno she does so hoping it’ll impress him and that he’ll find her more attractive, but I don’t think it affects her “worthy of love” so to speak. She would much rather be loved for her personality than her looks. If she feels like she’s attractive than she hopes to be loved the same as when she feels like she isn’t attractive, if that makes sense 😆! (She has the “if you love me at my best, you have to love me at my worst too” kind of mentality 😅!)

Ludus 5: What seduction techniques are most likely to be effective when it comes to your OC? Are there some things guaranteed to get them going? Or are they immune to such things?

Wgjwjwh If you were to ask Neva she would say she is immune to such things, but we all know she isn’t 😆! As far as what seduction techniques are more effective on her hm…honestly I think something as simple as a light feathery touch on her back would work, also a low whisper could work too, but in combination? Yeah Neva would be gone by that point /lh 😆!

Something guaranteed to get her going (besides the feathery touches and low whispers), would be seeing her husband dressed casually. He always dresses in a uniform or in official attire so to see him dress more casually would just make her go 😍🫣😮‍💨🫠 at the sight lol!

Pragma 5: What importance or value does your OC attach to marriage? Do they believe that it is important to make a public statement of commitment to another person (or persons)? Or are they more concerned about inheritance rights and security for their family? Or do they not see marriage as a necessary signifier of commitment and loyalty?

I think Neva attaches a certain level of value and importance to marriage, but I also feel like if Yuno didn’t want to get married she would be fine with it too, it’s not a make or break deal for her 😆. As far as making a public statement or commitment I don’t think Neva feels it’s of the utmost importance to do so, because she knows how Yuno feels about her and vice versa, but she does realize that making a public statement does hold some weight to it so she isn’t totally against it 😁!

Inheritance rights and security for the family means absolutely nothing to Neva 😆! She only has a small inheritance from her parents, and she knew Yuno didn’t have much money when they began dating, so that really doesn’t hold any weight with her and her choices! Hm, I think she is in the middle when it comes to marriage being necessary signifier of loyalty and conmitment. On the one hand she knows it’s important, but on the other hand she feels like you can signify your loyalty and commitment to the person you love in a different way. So she’s somewhere in the middle on that 😆!

Alistar:

Philautia 1: Does your OC have a healthy sense of their own worth and value? Or do they see themselves as failing to live up to their original potential? Perhaps they are convinced of their own sinful or inadequate nature?

Ooo As I think about it, I think Alistar has a somewhat unhealthy sense of his own self worth and value 🤔. If a mission doesn’t go exactly to plan for any reason, or he feels like he’s let his father down in some way, or when he loses control of his magic he takes all of that upon himself and his mind convinces him that he’s failing to live up to his father’s expectations, his deceased mother’s expectations, and his own.

Storge 3: How far does parental approval (imagined or expressed) impact upon their current sense of self-worth? What might they sacrifice or attempt to achieve in order to ensure the approval of their parents?

I think it impacts Alistar’s self worth a lot tbh! I feel like the parental approval is more “imagined” then actually expressed (sure William holds Alistar to a certain standard but it isn’t too bad) and it’s one where it’s mostly conjured up by Alistar feeling like he needs to make his father and mother both proud because his mother sacrificed her life to bring him into the world, and his father risked his good relationship that he built with the Golden Dawn members for him. So in Alistar’s mind he has to do well and become the strongest Magic Knight out there in order to make his parent’s sacrifices worth it and to earn their approval.

What would Alistar sacrifice to ensure their approval? His sanity. His sleep. His personal life. Basically everything tbh 😅! I feel like from the minute he joined the Golden Dawn he quickly became “all work and no play”, and quickly did whatever he had to in order to rise through the ranks. Now he didn’t do anything terrible, he just tended to take lead on missions when he wasn’t supposed too or would go off on his own and finish it quickly. There were many times where he didn’t sleep, eat, or relax and because of that he nearly lost control of his powers. All for the sake of his father’s imaginary approval.

#asks #laura🦁#wifey💕#my lovely mutuals #oc ask game #oc neva #oc; alistar #thanks for asking 💕!#black clover oc

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mysteriouslyoptimistickid · 18 days

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ADORATION IN THE EYES OF THE BEHOLDER

Eros:

Eros is the Greek god of love. It represents romantic or passionate love. This one is the most popular form of all types of love in literature, especially in the classics and pre-classics, and likewise alluring. The more famous are Romeo and Juliet, Pride and Prejudice, and Anna Karenina.

Philia:

The word Philia stems from Philos. It is the love of goodwill and friendship. Furthermore, this understanding of love transforms the possessive love into an impulse for philosophy. Friendship is regarded highly in literature. There are many stories of true friendship such as A Tale of Two Cities and The Kite Runner that warm the cockles of your heart.

Storge:

Storge is the Greek word for natural affection. It is familial love. Little Women, Robinson Crusoe, Inheritance and The Weight of a Piano are most noteworthy examples of this.

Agape:

Agape is the universal love. It is the comprehensive feeling for the entire cosmos. This type of love in literature is more spiritually inclined. This genre includes powerful literary works such as Outwitting the Devil, The Disappearance of the Universe When Breath Becomes Air.

Ludos:

Ludos originated from the word ludo, meaning ‘I play’. This is the skittish kind of love. This type of love, in literature, is portrayed many times as betrayal. A few examples are Macbeth, Paper Princess, and The Sense of an Ending.

Pragma:

Pragma stems from ‘pragmatic’, duty and reason are the foundations. Consequently, it is seen in the form of arranged marriage. A beautiful classic- The Bride, and from more recent times, A Thousand Splendid Suns, and The Princess Diaries make you see the world from a totally different perspective.

Philautia:

Philia, which means ‘between equals’ , is the root for Philautia. Philautia means self-love, love within oneself, it is the process of loving ourselves. The most classic examples in literature are The Four Agreements, The Gift of Imperfection and Untethered Soul are more recent examples.

TOP TEN CLASSIC ROMANCES

Pride and Prejudice:

Why end with tragedy when you can end with a wedding? Jane Austen, that queen of Regency romance, wrote many love stories, but none can beat that of Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy. Their societal dance around one another is inescapable, and the threat of destitution looming over all unmarried women gives Elizabeth’s journey real tension. Pride and Prejudice endures as THE favorite literary romance.

Romeo and Juliet:

Before all the rest, Shakespeare wrote the quintessential tragic love story that has been the mold for star-crossed lovers ever since. Their families hate each other, but somehow, these idealistic adolescents find a love that could end all strife. Of course, we all know that it was not to be for Juliet and her Romeo. Whether you root for them or not, Shakespeare’s characters speak truths which have echoed through the centuries.

The Great Gatsby:

F.Scott Fitzgerald’s great American novel set during the Roaring Twenties gave us the story of Jay Gatsby and Daisy Buchanan. Gatsby, a man who quite literally built his fortune just to impress the love of his life, remains separated from her until the narrator introduces them again.

Jane Eyre:

When Jane is hired as a governess to the ward of Mr. Rochester, she practically stumbles into his affections. But what do you do when the man you love forgot to tell you that he’s already married to a madwoman? Charlotte Bronte’s Gothic love story is at times baffling, but always filled with intensity.

The Notebook:

Nicholas Sparks’ first published book (and popular movie adaptation) tells the story of love’s endurance. Noah and Allie share an exciting teenage summer romance, which is stopped by Allie’s mother. Years later, they are reunited and rekindle their love. The story is told by an elderly man to his wife who is suffering from Alzheimer’s.

Gone with the Wind:

Scarlett O’Hara may be the epitome of a difficult woman, but Rhett sure loves her. Money, power, and the Civil War drive them apart, yet they are drawn back together time after time. Scarlett and Rhett share a stubbornness that makes their romance raw and unapologetic.

Wuthering Heights:

Catherine and Heathcliff, lovers without the opportunity. Their relationship grows from childhood but is sabotaged by both their family and themselves. The overlapping of family ties and romantic love may raise some eyebrows, but their story remains a much-beloved classic.

The Remains of the Day:

If your tastes tend away from the dramatic fire of your romance, Kazuo Ishiguro’s novel about the would-be love between an English butler and housekeeper may strike your fancy. It’s a story of what could have been, woven into the daily work of pre-World War II service.

Anna Karenina:

The passionate (and tragic) affair between Anna and her lover Vronsky is contrasted with one of the sweetest, most gentle romances in literature: Kitty and Levin. Although Kitty initially dismisses Levin for his age (fourteen years her senior), his patience and enduring love win her affection. And unlike most romances, the novel continues past their wedding day.

Lady Chatterley’s Lover:

Yes, it’s been accused of being thinly masked pornography, but the torrid love affair between Constance (Lady Chatterley) and her gamekeeper, Oliver Mellors, is filled with passion, class struggles, and a woman’s acceptance of her desires.

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overmorrowrpg · 6 months

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EROS FLORIAN HAAS — 30, M — LOCKPICKING.

A BODY MOVES THROUGH THE NIGHT, GENTLE FOOTFALLS UPON THE ROOF. Imagine a gem. Now imagine a gem vanished, tucked into your pocket. Imagine the chaos that follows, the uproar, the uncertainty. That is why you return to this, is it not? To be considered admirable would require a clarity of purpose, a clear bright line between what you want and what you do. That cannot be said for you, not with the way you always return here, albatross circling closer and closer to the wreck that calls. Because there is a wreck— one that promises to catch up to you at the end of this. When they find you, they will bury you. A body yearns to live unencumbered, to know what it means to be its own. BOREDOM PLAGUES YOU. There must be something more. Curiosity— wide eyes watching the clockwork of the insufferable and the rich— guides you. Small child at the banquet, proud parents showing off your clever fingers, your musical skill, and still, you can only sigh. THERE IS NOTHING NEW UNDER THE SUN. Only the amusements of your parents, their trade blossoming. Only the mathematics and pageantry of The House Above The Waters, each paper written for them a lazy maze. Only the malaise and doldrums that haunt daily life. You do not need any of this— and still, theft is the only thing that awakens anything in you, blood pumping from adrenaline, fingers fiddling at the latch. There is nothing so beautiful as the click of a lock unravelling. Someday they will catch you. But today is not that day.

CONNECTIONS

MANIA — YOU CARE FOR ME. I FEEL IT LIKE AN AX IN MY CHEST.

WILL A WATCHED POT EVER BOIL? It's not hard to guess the way that MANIA feels, the vortex of emotion that whirls within them. Emotion bleeds off of them in thin red strands, gracing every interaction, wrapping around every hand. It is obvious, but the obvious has little room in your life. LET IT FESTER, LET IT GROW. To feel requires risk— the tipping point has still not been reached. Instead, it's more interesting to wait and see what happens, to prod at their feelings and see where they will go. The cheap thrill matters more than the truth of feeling— and the uncertainty of it lingers like the sharp tang of copper, a question cruel on the tongue.

PHILAUTIA — MY OLD LOVE FOR HIM, LIKE A SONGBIRD'S RIB CAGE PICKED CLEAN.

Once there were two children, two gems of society. Once, you held PHILAUTIA's hand and they followed, dogging your steps. Their innovations always caused surprise— a disruption at a banquet here, a splash of chaos there, and it brought light into fine freezing spaces. And then, far more quickly than they had clambered into your life, they were gone, refusing to meet your eyes, refusing to speak beyond the scripts that you both knew by heart. They were as if a person transformed, the loss of it slicing through you. And now, here PHILAUTIA stands, still not quite meeting your eyes, but in your life all the same. DO THEY ACHE THE SAME AS YOU? The question hangs in the dreary light.

STORGE — AND THEN JUST THE TWO OF US. AND YOU CALLING IT VULNERABILITY.

THERE ARE WANTS AND THERE ARE NEEDS, AND THEY ARE TWO VERY DIFFERENT THINGS. You do not need this world. STORGE does. If your parents had imparted anything with their long lectures, it was that nothing ever comes for free. For every choice, there is always a price. There must be something more to STORGE calling you friend, in them offering you their secrets, in creating this with you. A sword must swing somewhere in the world because of it. To be hurt defies what you know— instead, their secrets are magnified, inspected, researched. When you hurt, and this is a when, rather than an if, protection is ensured. Guilt has never factored into the question.

TAKEN BY SAGE ✧ REGÉ JEAN PAGE

#eros.#taken.#discord rp #fantasy rp #new rp #skeleton rp

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cherubinee · 7 months

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love letter asks ꨄ · ⋆˙.

rb for questions ! ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

ribbon ꨄ~ what are your obscure/niche love languages or what love languages would you make up?

pomegranate ꨄ~ what languages do you speak? What languages are you learning or want to learn?

fuchsia ꨄ~ what are things (symbols, colors, animals, etc.) you associate yourself with?

limerence ꨄ~ what are your non-media fixations?

rose ꨄ~ what is your favorite compliment to receive?

garnet ꨄ~ what is something you wish you could say to someone, but can't?

cinnamon ꨄ~ what is your favorite dessert to share with someone?

music box ꨄ~ what is a song or music artist you love that you accidentally found?

celeste ꨄ~ are you a sun, moon, or star person?

juniper ꨄ~ what is a hobby or skill you really want to learn?

honeydew ꨄ~ what non romance thing gives you butterflies? (ie. a really good song, a pretty sunset, etc.)

bouquet ꨄ~ if you were given flowers, what kind would you like to receive?

pendant ꨄ~ what accessories do you wear a lot or would like to?

philautia ꨄ~ what are your favorite features on your self?

lavender ꨄ~ what does a self care day look like for you?

mahogany ꨄ~ what is your physical or non physical happy place?

foal ꨄ~ what cartoons or games define your childhood? which characters do you associate yourself with?

ocarina ꨄ~ love letters or love songs?

nutmeg ꨄ~ what do you notice first about someone when you meet them?

liquorice ꨄ~ would you want to be the protagonist, antagonist, side character, or love interest?

storybook ꨄ~ would you star in a book, film, or video game? What genre would it be or would you like it to be?

carnation ꨄ~ what is an act of kindness you received that made you happy?

eros ꨄ~ make a perfume/cologne with your top 5 favorite scents!

nectar ꨄ~ if the powerpuff girls are made out of sugar, spice, and everything nice, what are you made out of?

teddy bear ꨄ~ what's your favorite form of affection?

folktale ꨄ~ what mythological creature are you?

jasmine ꨄ~ cyber punk or steam punk?

arcana ꨄ~ which tarot card do you think represents your past, present, and future selves?

candy corn ꨄ~ Are you the one laughing at the horror movie or the one covering their eyes?

saccharine ꨄ~ what kind of cultural dessert would you be in a bakery display case? where is it from?

foliage ꨄ~ woodland elf or water nymph?

petals ꨄ~ what are some of your habits or routines that reflect your personality?

alchemy ꨄ~ if you were attuned to a magical element or divinity, what would you harness?

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#asks #love letter asks #love asks

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dhampiravidi · 11 months

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PJO/HOO oc form (Jas Wayland; AU)

template adapted from this one!

Basic Information

Full Name: Jasmine "Jas" Kythereia Wayland DOB: Sept. 15, 1990 (age 19 as of The Lost Hero) Gender: Cis Female Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Ethnicity: Black (African-American) & (Ancient) Roman Divine Relative: Aquilon (father), Hekate (maternal ancestor) Hometown: Stanford, California Previous Places: Athens/Athina, Greece (birthplace) Languages: English, Latin & Québécois French (fluent), Modern Greek (currently learning)

Appearance

Jas is a 5'3" (1.6 m) young woman. She takes after her mother, Kaya, so she has light brown skin (with warm undertones encouraged by lots of time in the sunshine), curling (shoulder-length) dark brown hair, even darker eyes & curvy hips despite her overall petite frame. Years of training have given her some muscle tone, visible in her forearms and thighs. She wears Camp Jupiter tank tops and breezy band t-shirts over shorts all year round, because she tends to get hot easily. For the same reason, she often ties her hair back into a small, rough ponytail. Jas only ever wears flip-flops or ankle boots, depending on her activities. Her accessories typically include stud earrings, black eyeliner, a leather bracelet & leather knee pads.

FC: Kat Graham

Background

Kaya Loren met Aquilon when she was teaching English & French to her Greek students, at the prestigious National & Kapodistrian University of Athens (UoA). She thought he, who claimed to be a Canadian tourist, was a little suspicious initially, with his tendency to pop up whenever she was lonely. She didn't even feel particularly motivated to date him, because the Québécois version of French was so different from her European French (he claimed to only speak a bit of English). He won her over with his romantic gestures, good listening, and warm laugh. & then he revealed who he was (besides his English fluency), once he sensed she was pregnant with his child. She was more irritated than shocked. He advised her to return to the US, where she'd grown up, near Camp Jupiter, so their daughter could be safe. Kaya complied. He never told her that she was a legacy/descendant of a demigod child of Hekate since the Greek and Roman demigods were being kept apart in the modern day. When Jupiter confronted him over nearly exposing the big secret, Aquilon replied that he'd only been visiting his brother Favonius, the West Wind (which wasn't a lie). Aquilon would go on to dote on his only demigod child, sending her her beloved Imperial Gold short-swords as well as the occasional letter. Jas loved getting to speak to both of her parents, as she did living at the camp. She's currently studying Psychology at the camp's university.

Personality

Jas is an introvert. She spends lots of time with just one or two people, whether they're studying for an exam or the next War Games. Her favorite activities (reading, swimming & sword-fighting) all tend to be those that don't involve a crowd. However, she likes playing Siege &/or the Gladiatorial Fights, as those events force her to think quickly if she's going to win. Speaking of, her self-confidence jumps from 10 to 0 very quickly. She tends to get deeply frustrated when a seemingly easy task is hard & she equates taking a break with failure. Because of this, she is a hard worker. She's also incredibly loyal and protective when it comes to her friends. This is where her fatal flaw comes in. Jas can spot an enemy's weakness quickly, but it's almost impossible for her to find her strengths. While making a plan, sacrificing herself would be more logical than simply retreating. & in a relationship, she might never believe that her significant other loves her unconditionally. Her fatal flaw is her lack of philautia (self-love).

Demigod Stats:

Inherited Abilitie(s): cold tolerance, ice generation, Latin & French fluency, a knack for learning Greek faster than most, Weapon: dual shortswords (called gladii), named Frontinus I & II Mist Version: two long, bronze hairpins Best At: cleaning the aqueduct/sewer, gladiator fighting, siege, (some) Coliseum training (she sucks at using ranged weaponry) Worst At: deathball, construction, testing/fixing the catapults Rank: Senator/Centurion; Third Cohort

#demigod #pjo oc #jkw: headcanon

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philautiathegreat · 4 years

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🥺🌼💕 get to know your mutuals!! when you get this, it means someone wants to know more about you, so list 5 things about yourself you want your followers to know. they can be as simple as your age or as complex as your deepest fear, as long as it’s something you’re comfortable with sharing. when you’re done, send this to 10 people you want to get to know better!! 🥺🌼💕

omg thank u so much for sending this 🥺🥺 <3<3<3

1. my favourite artist is mitski! something abt her music just hits... REALLY DIFFERENT. so, so different. my favourite album of hers is bury me at make out creek, and first love/late spring is my fav song of all time. i constantly tune my guitar to open D (her preferred tuning) and just have a mitski jam session lmao! honestly a thing on my bucket list is to SCREAM DRUNK WALK HOME at the top of my lungs. like, kinda wanna take my guitar into an open field and just YELL! absolutely wreck my throat! i feel like that would be very cathartic!!! singing my body’s made of crushed little stars is already so GOOD FOR MY SOUL, like, it feels as if a weight is being taken off of my shoulders every time. (I WORK BETTER UNDER A DEADLINEEEEE I WORK BETTER UNDER A DEADLINEEE I PICK AN AGE WHEN IM GONNA DISAPPEAARRRRRRRRRR UNTIL THEN I CAN TRY AGAINNNN) i can’t even imagine what it would be like to SCREAM drunk walk home GAH i love one (1) woman! i’m so glad i found her and i have her music in my life now, it means so much to me!

2. speaking of music and musical instruments, i have 4 instruments in my room:

i have a keyboard, a roland 3-500, that is my maternal grandpa’s. i don’t play the piano, but i know some basic chords and a few easy songs and musical pieces (like the first part of fur elise lol yes cliché but so fun!), but i love singing and playing anyway.

i have a concert ukulele, a mahalo mh2vna, called maria madalena that my dad bought for me when i was 15 and she was my PRIDE AND JOY for so long. she’s my go-to when i wanna have some fun alone without much effort, bc the concert uke is probs the instrument i know the most chords in.

i have a baritone ukulele, an ortega RU5CE-BA, that i got because i was highkey obsessed with dodie for a while, and i love him. his name is flávio teodósio augusto (yes thats emperor theodosius’s name in portuguese... he deserves it...) and he has a BUTTERFLYYY on him! wonderful! also a go-to!

lastly, i have an electric guitar, an ibanez GRG140 GIO, that my paternal grandfather got me for my 18th birthday! her name is andromeda, andy for short. im not great at the guitar, and she constantly has problems with the cable tbh but i love her. i’ll never be able to play solos and hard stuff, especially bc i’m self taught at everything music related, but she’s good fun for a bedroom mitski session.

3. if you like astrology, here are my placements: aquarius sun, gemini moon, cancer rising, aquarius mercury, aquarius venus, and aries mars. those are all the ones i know by heart sidfhdfusdhsdif!! do with them what you will.

4. despite being (apparently, this is a surprise to me too,) interested in astrology, i don’t rly believe it??? like, not wholeheartedly. sorry to my friend lena she deserves better BUT i can never really bring myself to believe in this kind of stuff. i have a really complicated relationship with anything spiritual? i’m a pretty pessimistic person, so the idea of there being any kind of magic in the world just sounds too good to be true. (why do i feel like lena’s gonna read this and tell me this is such an aquarius/gemini moon thing to say??? why?) have you seen this bitch of an earth... UNFORGIVING AND DULL. however, i do believe in the possibility of these things being true, but idk! it’s pretty fun, though, to roast myself and any friends with gemini or pisces placements sdiufhdf they’re my go-to signs for roasting. it’s kind of an inside joke between my friends and me now. i’m mostly roasting myself with the gemini part. also my dad, that GEMINI. pisces i just roast for its Vibes. no offense to pisces. sorry if you’re a pisces. i’m sure you’re great!

5. i’m, like, the definition of jack of all trades master of none. i’m mediocre at 4 instruments, like i said previously. i’m ok at writing, ok at singing. i do well in standardized tests, but nothing too remarkable. i’m not not smart, but i’m not remarkably smart or kind. this is kind of an insecurity of mine, not gonna lie, but sometimes i feel like i’m stretched out too thin over too many things, and i’m not sure what i want for myself because i’m good at a lot but never great at anything, if that makes sense. whenever i bring this up to people they’re usually like “Oh! but that’s so good! and cool! you should be thankful!”, but like i said i’m pretty pessimistic most of the time sdiufhsd. i don’t have a passion; i have many interests that i can never dedicate myself to fully because 1) i never learned resilience because i was always Good at things at first try, so when i reach a Tough Spot i just quit, and 2) i have way too many things i like, and the idea of choosing Just One Thing... STRESSFUL. this is such a petty thing to complain about, but i guess it just comes down to the Gifted Kid Struggle™: you grow up hearing about how good you are and how you’re The Best, and you start to base your self-worth on being The Best at a Few Things. slowly, people start to catch up to you, and then you realize that you’re just Painfully Average and Mediocre. i’m coming to terms with the fact that i’m average, i guess. it’s ok to be, i know that, but it’s gonna be a long way before i can fully accept that i’ll never be the best at anything again. i actually think that this is what has made my relationship with food really shitty but that’s a whole Can of Worms™ that i won’t unpack here dfugdiofh

again, thank u so much for asking this!!!! it means a lot!

#ed mention #not rly #but just in case #my post #philautia speaks #thank u thank u!!!#<3 #demigodavenger #KINDA RAMBLED BUT THATS FINE

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