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gotstabbedbyapen · 2 months

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Hyacinthus Iceberg Meme EXPLAIN (P1)

Part 1 ✿ Part 2 ✿ Part 3 ✿ Part 4 ✿ Part 5

It's time for me to answer your questions about this Hyacinthus iceberg meme. There is a lot to tackle, so I'll divide it into 5 parts for the sake of my sanity.

Quick disclaimer: I am NOT an expert in Greek mythology, just a fan of Hyacinthus who wants to learn about him and anyone related to him. Most of the things I'm about to discuss are just theories and speculations of a passerby on the Internet, so do not take them as valid facts!

Hyacinthus is Apollo's (boy)friend who died from a discus

We all know this. In almost every account that mentions Hyacinthus, we only have one paragraph about him that says he's beloved by Apollo, who accidentally killed him with a discus and turned him into a flower.

"[...] rich-tressed Diomede; and she bears Hyakinthos, the blameless one and strong […] whom, on a time Phoebus himself slew unwittingly with a ruthless disk." - Hesiod, "Catalogues of Women"

"They tell how this Hyakinthos was loved by Apollon, who accidentally killed him while hurling a discus." - Pseudo-Apollodorus, "Bibliotheca"

"'You are fallen in your prime defrauded of your youth, o Hyakinthos!' Moaned Apollo. 'I can see in your sad wound my own guilt, and you are my cause of grief and self-reproach. My own hand gave you death unmerited - I only can be charged with your destruction.'" - Ovid, "Metamorphoses"

Zephyrus killed Hyacinthus

Another common version of Hyacinthus' death is that he is killed by Zephyrus, the West Wind. Zephyrus is jealous that Hyacinthus chose Apollo over him, so he pulls the classic "if I can't have him, no one can" move.

"A lout is Zephyros (the West Wind), who was angry with Apollon and caused the discus to strike the youth, and the scene seems a laughing matter to the wind and he taunts the god from his look-out." -Philostratus the Elder, "Imagines"

"Zephyros who just shows his savage eye from his place of look-out - by all this, the painter suggests the death of the youth, and as Apollon makes his cast, Zephyros, by breathing athwart its course, will cause the discus to strike Hyakinthos." - Philostratus the Younger, "Imagines"

"The death-bringing breath of Zephyros might blow again, as it did once before when the bitter blast killed a young man while it turned the hurtling quoit against Hyakinthos." - Nonnus, "Dionysiaca"

Even though this version is more popular than the tragic accident version, there are theories that Zephyrus' role in the story is a later addition. Apollo killing Hyacinthus should be the focus of the myth, and I will explain this in the section about deity Hyacinthus.

Hyacinthus is from Amyclae (Sparta)

Hyacinthus is a prince of Sparta. He must have lived and died in the city of Amyclae because this is where his tomb/shrine and intensity of worship are.

"Hyacinthus, the youngest and most beautiful of [Amyclas'] sons, died before his father, and his tomb is in Amyclae below the image of Apollo." - Pausanias, "Description of Greece"

"[...] at the Hyacinthia, before the sacrifice to Apollo, they devote offerings to Hyacinthus as to a hero into this altar through a bronze door [...]" - Pausanias, "Description of Greece"

In Ovid's Metamorphosis, Apollo abandoned his shrine to hang out with Hyacinthus by the Eurotas River.

"And [Apollo] for [Hyakinthos] was deeper than he felt for others. Delphi, the center of the world, had no presiding guardian, while the god frequented the Eurotas and the land of Sparta [...]" - Ovid, "Metamorphosis"

And guess what? Amyclae is next to the Eurotas River!

(Map taken from Wikipedia)

Hyacinthus' most popular siblings: Polyboea, Argalus, Cynortus

Hyacinthus is one of King Amyclas' children, possibly his youngest son. Who are other siblings is different in each account, but Polyboea, Argalus, and Cynortus are the most popular.

"On the death of Amyclas, the empire came to Aigalus, the eldest of his sons, and afterward, when Aigalus died, to Cynortas. Cynortas had a son Oebalus." - Pausanias, "Description of Greece"

"They are carrying to heaven Hyacinthus and Polyboea, the sister, they say, of Hyacinthus, who died a maid." - Pausanias, "Description of Greece"

"But many say that Perieres was not the son of Aeolus but of Cynortas, son of Amyclas." - Pseudo-Apollodorus, "Bibliotheca"

Polyboea is Hyacinthus' sister, who was resurrected and immortalized with him. Artemis is one of the deities who helped her and her brother, so she must have had the goddess' favor. However, it's never explicitly said that Polyboea becomes a huntress of Artemis.

The assumption is understandable because Polyboea died and revived into a maiden, so it makes sense she will follow Artemis like other girls (Iphigenia, Aspalis, etc.). Furthermore, Polyboea is often identified with another Spartan princess who becomes a virgin huntress: Phylonoe, one of the daughters of Tyndareus and her great-grandniece.

For Argalus and Cynortus, AFAIK they are the kings of Sparta after their father's death. Through them, Hyacinthus is related to other heroes and heroines (we will get to it in their section)

Argalus seems to be featured alone in another work: "Argalus and Parthenia" by Henry Glapthorne, which tells the love story of the titular couple. But whether or not the Argalus in this novel is the Spartan king Argalus is still up for debate.

Hyacinthus x Thamyris

Thamyris, the first man to fall in love with another man and Hyacinthus' presumably first love.

"Thamyris, son of Philammon and the Nymphe Argiope, the first male to love other males, fell in love with Hyakinthos. Later on, Apollon, who also loved him, accidentally killed him with a discus." - Pseudo-Apollodorus, "Bibliotheca"

Other than that, we know that he is a skilled musician, inventing the Dorian mode and being made a king purely because his lyre-playing skill.

However, Thamyris also died because of music. He boasts that his skill surpass the Muses, ended up engaging in a contest against the goddesses, lost, and severely punished for his hubris.

"The river [Balyra] is said to have got its name from Thamyris throwing his lyre (ballein) away here after his blinding." - Pausanias, "Description of Greece"

"And Dorion, famed for Thamyris' disgrace, Superior once of all the tuneful race, Till, vain of mortals' empty praise, he strove To match the seed of cloud-compelling Jove! [...] The avenging Muses of the light of day Deprived his eyes, and snatched his voice away; No more his heavenly voice was heard to sing, His hand no more awaked the silver string." - Homer, "The Iliad"

It is also said that Apollo falsely accused him with the Muses because he wants to get rid of a competitor for Hyacinthus' hand (dick move, Apollo)

But I can only find this version in the book "Lovers Legends - The Gay Greek Myths" by Andrew Calimach. I don't consider it a valid source due to it being a collection of myth retellings but add in anyways.

"Apollo, however, thought it wise to rid himself of Thamyris first. He did not have to lift a finger: He simply told the Muses about the poet's boast. Furious, for they had been the ones to inspire Thamyris all along, the goddesses rushed down and punished the poet for his pride. As his mother looked on, dumbstruck, they ripped away his voice, his sight, and all memory of music." - Andrew Calimach, "Lovers Legends - The Gay Greek Myths"

If anyone has any ancient Greek sources about Apollo's snitching on Thamyris, please let me know!

Hyacinthus' less popular siblings: Laodamia, Harpalus, Hegesandra

Hyacinthus' lesser known siblings have one or two mentions about them, mostly by Pausanias.

"The mother of this Triphylus was not Erato, but Laodamia, the daughter of Amyclas, king of Lacedaemon." - Pausanias, "Description of Greece"

Laodamia is also known as Leanira, according to Apollodorus. But like the case of Argalus in Henry Glapthorne's novel, there is no 100% guarantee they are the same person, and Hyacinthus might have another sister.

"Arcas had two sons, Elatus and Aphidas, by Leanira, daughter of Amyclas [...]" - Pseudo-Apollodorus, "Bibliotheca"

"Agenor, the father of Preugenes, was the son of Areus, the son of Ampyx, and Ampyx was a son of Pelias, the son of Aeginetes, the son of Dereites, the son of Harpalus, the son of Amyclas, the son of Lacedaemon." - Pausanias, "Description of Greece"

(reading this family lineage gives me a stroke)

Hegesandra is a little trickier to track down. I don't like using Wikipedia as a source because it can funky sometimes, but it's the only place I can find a slight mention of Hegesandra:

"Hegesandra married Argeius, son of King Pelops of Pisa. The couple had three sons: Melanion, Alector and Boethoos." (Wikipedia)

Hyacinthus' parentage

Hyacinthus has several sets of parents depends on each writer.

The most popular one is King Amyclas and Queen Diomede. I find this parentage the most believable and "canon" (for a lack of better words) because Hyacinthus is mainly worshiped in Amyclae, the city founded by his father, as said before.

"Amyclas and Lapithes' daughter Diomede had Cynortas and Hyakinthos. They tell how this Hyakinthos was loved by Apollon, who accidentally killed him while hurling a discus." - Pseudo-Apollodorus, "Bibliotheca"

In the second another version, the Muse Clio and King Pierus are Hyacinthus' parents.

"Aphrodite, furious with Clio (who had chided her for loving Adonis), caused her to fall in love with Magnes' son Pierus. As a result of their union she bore him a son Hyakinthos." - Pseudo-Apollodorus, "Bibliotheca"

The third version has Oebalus as Hyacinthus' father, which is funny because it is commonly agreed that Oebalus is Hyacinthus' nephew through Cynortas.

"[Apollo lamenting to Hermes] No. I grieve for my beloved; the Lakonian, the son of Oebalus." - Lucian, "Dialogues of the Gods"

"Well, he says that he is Hyakinthos, the son of Oebalus; and now that we have learned this we must also know the reason for the god's [Apollo's] presence." - Philostratus the Younger, "Imagines"

However, there is a Thessalian version of Hyacinthus, where he is renamed into "Hymenaeus" and his father is King Magnes of Magnesia. We will discuss the relation between Hyacintus and Hymenaeus in their section.

"He had a son of remarkable beauty, Hymenaeus. And when Apollon saw the boy, he was seized with love for him, and would not leave the house of Magnes." - Hesiod, "The Great Eoiae"

TO BE CONTINUED

#hyacinthus #greek gods #greek deities #greek mythology #iceberg meme explain #long post #my ramblings #my theories #analysis #this is the biggest hyperfixation thing i've ever done

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thewrathfulwitch · 9 months

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Lughnasadh

To Hestia, Fumigation from Aromatics.

Daughter of Kronos, venerable dame,

who dwellest amidst great fire's eternal flame;

in sacred rites these ministers are thine,

mystics much blessed, holy and divine.

In thee the Gods have fixed their dwelling place,

strong, stable basis of the mortal race.

Eternal, much formed, ever florid queen,

laughing and blessed, and of lovely mien;

accept these rites, accord each just desire,

and gentle health and needful good inspire.

Orphic Hymn 84 to Hestia (trans. Taylor)

To Apollon

Blest Paian, come, propitious to my prayer, illustrious power, whom Memphian tribes revere, Tityoktonos, and the god of Health, Lykoreus, Phoibos, fruitful source of wealth: Pytheion, golden-lyred, the field from thee receives its constant rich fertility. Titan, Gryneion, Smyntheus, thee I sing, Pythoktonos, hallowed, Delphion king: rural, light-bearing Daimon, and Mousagetos, noble and lovely, armed with arrows dread: far-darting, Bakkhion, twofold and divine, power far diffused, and course oblique is thine. O Delion king, whose light-producing eye views all within, and all beneath the sky; whose locks are gold, whose oracles are sure, who omens good revealest, and precepts pure; hear me entreating for he human kind, hear, and be present with benignant mind; for thou surveyest this boundless aither all, and every part of this terrestrial ball abundant, blessed; and thy piercing sight extends beneath the gloomy, silent night; Beyond the darkness, starry-eyed, profound, the table roots, deep-fixed by thee, are found. The world's wide bounds, all-flourishing, are thine, thyself of all the source and end divine. 'Tis thine all nature's music to inspire with various-sounding, harmonious lyre: now the last string thou tunest to sweet accord, divinely warbling, now the highest chord; the immortal golden lyre, now touched by thee, responsive yields a Dorian melody. All nature's tribes to thee their difference owe, and changing seasons from thy music flow: hence, mixed by thee in equal parts, advance summer and winter in alternate dance; this claims the highest, that the lowest string, the Dorian measure tunes the lovely spring: hence by mankind Pan royal, two-horned named, shrill winds emitting through the syrinx famed; since to thy care the figured seal's consigned, which stamps the world with forms of every kind. Hear me, blest power, and in these rites rejoice, and save thy mystics with a suppliant voice.

Orphic Hymn 34 to Apollon (trans. Taylor)

Mother Hestia, we honor you by blessing you with the first of the season's offerings, for you are the first and you are the last, the one who tends to the Holy Home.

Blest Apollon, we honor you, in thanks of you blessing the lands with the rays of the Sun provided by great Helios, to allow our land to grow the harvest that farmers tend to.

Queen Persephone shall soon join King Hades back in the Underworld. Blessed Dread Queen, you shall be home soon and we shall live another winter until you return to your mother.

The wheel must turn on and on, for life and nature is a balance. All that must rise will eventually fall.

#hellenic pagan #hellenism #lughnasadh #wheel of the year #greek gods #theoi worship #theoi #lammas #hestia #greek pantheon #apollon #apollo deity #hestia deity #persephone #hades and persephone #persephone deity #autumn #persephones descent #hades deity

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millepara · 2 years

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waccha primagi episode 41 spoilers (nothing worthwhile)

the absolute stone cold manner in which Fesrida delivered ‘omoishitta zamashou’. amazing. even thinking it I am struggling to not laugh at the idea of conjugating gobi, a thing I had not thought about being possible even though obviously it is. her seiyuu is so strong

the Euphoria Revue is the gayest possible name they could have chosen

I assumed the patterned fabric that matches each of the primagistas in the handmade coord was something that each magic partner squeezed out with the last of their magic or something, but Myamu just has them by coincidence. ok

the 3150 Vibes coord is literally so cute. I have no idea what everyone else is thinking abt it but I will defend it to my death. it’s what the 3d game-designed coords wish they could be. I feel deja vu like I've already seen it in a harajuku fashion snap of some college student with their own brand, some kind of cult party kei/new decora fusion coord. it's got the silhouette of an 80s prom dress but even more patterns and neon. it’s SO cute. if you don’t like this dress you are wrong.

fascinated by how it ends up as a Lovely Melody coord. how do brands work in primagi!!

I was wondering what effect Matsuri’s live would have exactly, but I don’t think I can quite decide whether Jennifer/Apollon chose to allow the elements to escape in acknowledgement of Matsuri’s maji or whether it like, weakened her hold on them for long enough for them to escape? it probably doesn’t matter at all but I want to know.

the Brightness element spirit is so gender. congrats to them & Darkness whatever their names were for getting the least possible screen time ever

wow is Lemon getting her Heavens coord first!! I’m so happy for her 💖 coincidentally the first Heavens Rare coord item I got in s6 was from Lemon’s as well.

#where can i sign up for the primagi sewing circle

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click-to-tweet · 1 year

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Flower pics before spring ends

1-Syringa vulgaris

2- Prunus sp. (likely Prunus domestica)

3- Prunus sp. (likely Prunus domestica L.)

4- Serpias sp.

5- Prunus sp. (likely Prunus amygdalus var. dulcis)

6- thats a bee (Apis mellifica)

7- Malvae sylvesteis

8- Prunus amygdalus (var. dulcis)

Coolest thing university has given me is the ability to identify plants and i feel like a witch each time i look at a plant and go "Oh yes, Malva sylvestris!"

All these plants are common around where I live. They have been embedded into our culture, idioms, cusine, they have created our idea of beauty, what we can create with these plants we have considered delicious, the soil these flowers bloomed we have considered sacred, we have given them names and then named our children after them. We made up stories about them and believed in those stories. They happened our lives, and our lives revolved around them, us, as a tiny society in the seaside, became one with those plants. They were our food and we were theirs.

They have taught us of love and we have lived up to that. We tried to live up to that.

They have taught us how to live, in harsh conditions, starving of food, love, thirsty and unwelcome, they have taught us of how to love and strive. They became our food when we had none. Our shade when we were burning, our fire when we were freezing, our stories when we were bored.

They were how we learned not to fall or to get up, how we learned sharing, wisdom, patience. They were our greatest, most selfless teachers. Their scent filled up forests, pastures, even cities. They were there during the most important times of our lives, the scent of flowers was there for our birth and death, and when we graduated and married and laughed and cried. My city, it smells of lilacs.

Malvae Sylvestris was "İlmik" for me, when i was growing up. It grew during the rainy season, it made delicious börek filling and also was great with a side of youghurt. It is "ebegümeci" for some people still, which derives from "ebe gömeci (midwife's burier)", for its use in abortions before healthcare was as easy to reach. To some, this is medicine for the stinging nettle, or burns.

Prunus amygdalus is, well, almond, it is food to say the least. Almonds, "çağla" before almonds mature, and if fruits did not exist we would gnaw on the dried liquid dripping from the bark. The inedible variation, Prunus amygdalus var. amaratus, contains some amount of arsenic. The scent reminds me of thr bitter almond cookies, delicious really, to Gabriel Garcia Marquez it apparently inevitably reminded of thr fate of unrequited love. "Love in the Times of Cholera" smells like bitter almonds, the story, the whole story does.

Not a picture of them here, but here, stories about Morus nigra and Laurus nobilis and Rosa damascena and Galanthus sp.

You must know Apollon and Daphne, and how the poor girl was absolutely hating this god because of Apollo's cockiness and ego, how she begged the gods to be forgiven for a fault she did not commit. How, just as she was about to give up, she was turned into a tree, a laurel. How her body, still alive, now as a tree, had not found peace as Apollo made crowns out of her leaves, oh just because he loved her so much. This is a warped, horrible story about love, and about how we can sometimes do nothing or anything can be forgiven when they are out of love, no matter how badly we hurt others. This is glorifying being blind- as was Apollo. A beautiful story regardless.

Rosa damascena is again from greek mythology, and is a prettier, kinder, more gentle story- or as pretty and kind and gentle as Greek mythology goes. This is how Aphrodite's blood colored the all white roses red, as she was rushing to reach her dying lover. This is what she did for the one she truly loved, she was hurt and she did not care. This is what we think of true love. The lover died regardless. Red roses smell like blood to me, since then.

And do you want to hear yet another story? This is a regional story for snowdrop. Legend says that snowdrop was a delicate flower. So delicate yet so brave, so brave yet so in love. It was in love with the sun itself, and each day as it waited under the soil to bloom, the more the longing in its heart grew. The flower, in cold weather, imagined the gentle rays of the sun, pretty days of the spring. Each time it tried to repress its longing, it grew inside of the flower a little bit more. Each time the flower dreamt of beautiful, warm days of the spring, the cold felt colder. The snowdrop, being the brave little soul it is, then decided to bloom right that moment. The poor flower though, was gentle. Other flowers shouted, and the wind whispered to the seed, "do not bloom." "If you bloom now, the cold will kill you. If you bloom now, the snow will freeze you." It kniewz the snowdrop knew very well that the cold would kill it, and the snow would freeze it. One day, the flower waited for the snow to melt. Two days, for the air to get warm. Three days, the snowdrop was impatient. It longed for the sun more strongly than anyone had ever wished for something. The snowdrop turned its head away from other plants waiting under the soil, and started growing. It grew, grew, grew... But it was impatient, and the snow was still resting on the soil. The snowdrop did not care, and reached up, until it could finally see the sun. The already delicate flower was weakened already, and the cold was too much for it. Yet soon, the morning came and the sun was up. The sun rays were as warm and as gentle as the snowdrop had imagined, and the light was as beautiful. The sun smiled upon the snowdrop, and the snowdrop had seen the sun which it had missed for so long. It had touched the light for as much as it could... But the cold, the cold and the snow was too much, and the snowdrop was the only flower around. There died the poor flower, right that night, having seen the sun at the expense of its own life.

And yeah, mulberry. Would love to tell the story myself, but no. Just read, directly, from the source.

#biology #random though of the day #i dont know what im saying #read my stories while youre at it #culture

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bonesofapoet · 3 years

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Melted Stars, Melted Sea

[arthur curry x you]

author’s note: me, deep in chaos territory atm: hey remember that aquaman thing you wrote over two years ago when you watched the movie ten times in three days? yeah you should post that since you havent posted anything in a While + you watched the snyder cut two times in 24 hours

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He found you on the dock, eyes spellbound by the infinite celestial sky above you.

It was common, that he found you like this. Back pressed against sturdy wooden planks, hands tucked behind your head or mimicking the rise and fall of your abdomen. Air, cool from the ocean would caress your face, your hands, your skin - it kept you grounded just enough, so you wouldn’t forget you were still on planet Earth. Your eyes would remain glued to the deep lavender, cobalt blue, and midnight black. They would search the crystalline sprinkles above for familiar shapes, and then shapes you wished to know. You hunted for far off moons or tails of the galaxy and hidden planets you longed to see with your own bright eyes. You imagined what, or who, could be residing in the eerily empty spaces between the glitter in the sky.

Arthur Curry loved that about you.

It was ironic, he thought - his own head was usually down underwater, lost in the darkness below. Yours was tilted up and up and up to see where no human had gone before.

In the middle of your impromptu star-gazing session, soft footfalls on the dock began to bring your mind back down to your own rock in the cosmos. A nudge to your calf brought wandering eyes back down to land.

“Want to go for a drive, Stephen Hawking?”

You smiled at the sky; a grin that could put ethereal moonlight to shame.

“Always,” barely made it past your lips before you were hauled to your feet and into the arms of the Aquaman himself. He pulled you close for a moment, before he took your hand and guided you to the truck idling at the edge of the docks. You tilted your head back one last time; trusted Arthur to catch you if you were about to bite the dust.

You tripped over a rock.

He laughed. You shoved him.

This is what peace feels like.

It was the lone thought that thrummed through your entire being.

Brisk night air stained with the brine of the sea ripped through the open windows - a welcome comfort, just like the hand the meta-human had rested on your thigh with his other on the wheel.

“This never gets old,” your voice was quiet, but your eyes were alert. Clear. Drinking in the New England coastline, the rise and fall of the Atlantic Ocean in the distance. The moonlight illuminated cresting waves and seafoam that kissed the shore. Cliffs from far up the road looked deadly and beautiful in the deep hours of the night, and you never tired of driving these winding paths. The hills in front of you, the depth-less, unforgiving sea to your right, and the man you loved keeping you close while he drove on your left.

“Nothing is, with you.”

You barely heard him over the howl of the wind in your ears, or the explosion of the waves rushing each other over and over and over. A small smile blossomed on your lips.

“We’re being so soft I want to punch us in the face.”

Arthur’s laughter roared louder than any crack of thunder you had ever heard.

The king of Atlantis was inclined to agree with you.

Your fingers mindlessly traced exposed tattoos of the arm in your lap the rest of the drive, more preoccupied with the movement than the silence that filled the air until you returned to the lighthouse. The quiet was nice. It was soothing. It was rare, spending time with Arthur like this; even more so now that he had a whole other world to look after. A whole other kingdom to live in and govern and protect.

You accepted his decision long ago, reassured him you would be fine, because you would, and you were. He had your unyielding support both while he was away, and while he was with you.

It made you love him more, even, for refusing to pull the age old cowardice bullshit: “I can’t give you the attention you deserve anymore, so I’m breaking up with you, sorry.”

No - that was far from Arthur Curry’s style.

There was no walking on razor sharp eggshells around the subject, no hiding behind false truths and white lies about your truest thoughts and feelings, no internalizing or projecting your worst fears and horrifying nightmares that suddenly became real because he was leaving and he was fulfilling his destiny and you were staying here, on the surface, without him.

And yet - neither of you questioned this was how it had to be. How you wanted it to be, even just a little. He wanted to be there for his people, and you wanted him to stop running from his responsibilities, to embrace who he truly was. So you wanted this, for him, even though you missed him more than the sun missed the moon and the constellations missed their previous lives on the Earth. You knew he felt the very same way.

The truck eventually crept to a stop. The full moon shone snow-white rays through the windshield, making your bodies glow in the radiant light. It was enough to convince Arthur that maybe angels were real, and he had been with one all along.

It was enough to convince you that instead of Poseidon incarnate, Arthur could rival that of Apollon, God of Light.

“It’s almost time,” he said into the quiet, breaking the hushed spell you both had fallen under. His eyes were trained on the monumental expanse of the ocean now. Serene urgency laced with his voice, but he hadn’t moved to untangle himself from you, hadn’t moved except to press a kiss into your lips slow and grounding.

You moved instead, when you broke apart.

“Then why don’t we get out of this truck so you can kiss me goodbye properly?” you teased. The process of leaving had begun once more.

He stood by your side under the starlight, who broke the darkness with it’s poetry.

Arthur took your face in his hands and kissed you so fiercely you felt like the world was about to burn into nothing. It was a kiss that could end wars and bring hurricanes crashing down to land. It was a kiss that stole your breath, stopped your heart and rose the dead from their graves, the kind of kiss that restarted the cycle of life after death. It was a kiss that spoke so many words, so many phrases and spoke of feelings that were deep enough no words in any language existed for them yet. It was a kiss that made the mere mention of happiness seem like a figment of your imagination, because there was no way happiness could compare to what you were feeling in that one moment.

You felt it in your bones, felt it melt your bones.

All with the sea as your witness.

You pulled away breathless, not remembering what oxygen felt like or how you were supposed to breathe. The only anchor to this world was the gentle spray of the ocean on your skin, the light embrace of a salt breeze that felt like it was breathing for you, instead of on you. The cool tendrils of darkness and contentment kissed your spine, and you shivered just for a second.

This was peace, you realized.

This was peace and it was always only temporary, but in those last moments before Arthur told you he loved you more than Atlantis and the Surface and more than the sea combined –

Before you watched the dark waters swallow him whole again, you acted on those feelings. You followed your gut and threw yourself into the icy waters before he ever had the chance.

(Metaphorically, of course.)

“Marry me,” it flew past your lips so effortlessly, so fast - your hands were still lost in Arthur’s hair and neither of you had the chance to catch your breath.

A beat of silence.

And another.

It sunk in for both of you at the same time, what you just asked.

The shit-eating grin that moved mountains in your stomach graced his lips in a heartbeat.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

#aquaman imagine #arthur curry x reader #justice league imagine #kas writes

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screeching-0wl · 3 years

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I'm trying to gather some opinions from several different people. How does Apollon present himself with you? What does he look like, how does he act, how does he speak, that kind of thing. I'm very curious to see how fellow followers of Apollon experience him.

Thank you for your time. I hope you're well.

Hi there! Glad you asked! I could talk about him for hours lmao

Let's see... Overall, Apollo presents himself to me as a very attractive, wise and caring but maybe a little bit eccentric youth. His appearance to me greatly resembles some sculptures and art depicting him, especially the art from ancient Greece or Rome but it's my thing with most deities I've encountered, not just Apollo.

I see him as a tall well-built young man with a rosy complexion and soft features, long blond soft curly hair, which sometimes I see him wearing in various elaborate hairstyles, and striking blue eyes and a gentle, charming smile. Occasionally, his eyes glow or sparkle with this sort of golden light, for example when he gets excited or emotional over something. He also takes a lot of pride in his hair.

I've seen him wear modern clothing once and only once, but let's just say it was more for the goofs. Usually, he wears "ancient" clothing, so various styles and colours of chitons and I also think I saw him wear a chlamys a few times. The colours he opts for are lighter and delicate, like blue or ivory. He carries his lyre with him or his quiver every so often. He's also very graceful and elegant in the way he moves and acts.

Usually, Apollo is very cheerful, but of course, there are times he's angry, concerned, upset or just had a bad day. I've heard him laugh and seen him shed tears. He seldom hides his feelings and even if he tries to, I can often spot it. There were some ups and downs but we were able to talk it out. We both value trust and honesty in our relationship and neither him nor I are the best at lying anyway.

Apollo is incredibly gentle and loving. He is very affectionate, whether it be through words or actions. He's given me some pet names. I've seen he does that with others, too. He's also a bit extra and likes to show off sometimes but I adore that about him as well. He's a little dramatic but I can't blame him cause me too 💀

Apollo is quite well-spoken. His voice is very beautiful, ethereal even, luscious, ringing and silvery. It's very soothing, too and I could listen to him for hours because I absolutely adore hearing it. Sometimes he can have a lot to say and he'll make sure to get my attention. He also uses a lot of metaphors or intricate similes in his messages, occasionally even when I do Tarot with him for someone else. Sometimes his messages can be a little bit cryptic but when I really get into it and analyse them they suddenly make perfect sense!

Apollo is full of wit, a little sassy but very encouraging and caring. He is extremely protective of his followers and overall, those who are dear to him. He has a more serious side just like he has a playful one. He's very wise and will gladly share his wisdom with you. Basically, he wants you to become the best version of yourself, to "find" yourself and to get to know and understand your soul and your being as a whole on the deepest, most intimate level. It's a challenging but quite enlightening journey.

When he wants me to take something seriously, I've learnt to take it seriously and I've learnt it the hard way. If I don't, he'll turn it into a lesson anyway and prove his point ("Told you so, dear!~ 😌" type thing). Apollo can be brutally honest but I find that it's mostly because he cares and wants the best for you. Sometimes we need that kind of honesty in our lives. However, he can be a little ambiguous at times as well.

Honestly, his duality as a deity is insane. He's such a complex god! I also find that fascinating about him and he's helped me appreciate both my light and my darkness, my own duality. I think one of the very first lessons he's taught me was about duality and balance in general.

These are big UPGs but I think he adores herbal teas and has a huge sweet tooth when it comes to offerings. He often peeks when I'm baking as if hoping I'll save a little for him (and I do because how could I not?). He likes being spoiled but is not too picky and greatly appreciates any offering as it's the thought that counts.

My psychic abilities have heightened immensely when I started working with him. I dare say, they weren't too bad before but everything skyrocketed with Apollo. Among other things he's been teaching me mantic arts, herbology and a couple types of magic since I'm into that as well. I also got a lot more confident and better at writing poetry, painting and playing musical instruments while working with him.

I'm not sure if reincarnation and past lives are something you personally believe in but I learnt I also had ties to Apollo in some of my past lives.

If you'd like to talk about Apollo some more, feel free to DM me! :)

#apollo deity #apollodeity #apollo devotee #apollon #hellenic polytheism #helpol #hellenic deities

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mythologyfolklore · 3 years

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Born to be a kleptomaniac!

(A/N: My take on how Hermes stole Apollon’s cows. Bad news: this includes transphobia. Good news: Zeus and Apollon say trans rights.)

He had just been born – though through his eyes, his birth hadn't been as joyful as it should have been.

“My daughter! My pride and joy! I will call you Hermione¹ and you will be my beautiful baby girl!”

That had been her first words onto laying eyes on her newborn.

But everything about it sounded wrong, so wrong.

Daughter … little girl … and Hermione?! Really???

Gods came into the world with fully developed minds and knowledge beyond mortal ken and they grew up extremely quickly. That was how this little boy knew who he was – and who his mother thought he was.

Speaking of her, she had just cleaned up the mess from his birth and gone to sleep off her exhaustion, after placing him in a crib.

However, the baby boy refused to just lie in his crib and be bored out of his mind – especially, when his mother had upset him so in the very first minute of his life.

So off he crawled and out of the cave (how? He was a god, that's how!), leaving his sleeping mother alone inside. She would be fine.

Once out in the sun, he couldn't help but be in awe. What a beautiful place the world was! So wide, so colourful, so full of life!

Suddenly, he tripped and fell. As he looked around, sniffling because his knees hurt, he found that he had tripped over a peacefully grazing tortoise. The pain was instantly forgotten.

The little boy laughed, as he picked the tortoise up: “Hello, little thing!”

Then he carried his new-found toy off and killed it. Poor tortoise, but her afterlife would be awesome! After scratching off the flesh, he took the shell, the sinews and a few small bones and fashioned out of them a brand new instrument. “Lyre”, he named it.

For a little while, he tried his new instrument out, plucking the strings and composing little songs.

Then he got hungry.

And wandered off to find some food.

It wasn't long until he came across a giant herd of cattle. Now that was it! Perfect lunch!

The little god grinned mischievously and hatched a plan.

With great care, he selected fifty cows that were grazing separately from the herd. And with a snap of his fingers, he twisted their hoofs backwards to make it look as if they were walking into the opposite direction (damn, was he a genius or what?).

He let them feed some more, while he lit a sacrificial fire, then picked two of them and slit their throats. After butchering them, he portioned their meat into twelve and sacrificed the portions. Eleven for the Olympians, one for himself.

Then he made haste to get home before nightfall.

Sadly, his mother was already awake, as he crawled back into the cave.

“Hermione! There you are, I was so worried! What have you been up to?”, she scolded.

The divine baby frowned at her. “Don't call me that! I'm not Hermione! Also, I haven't been up to anything! I just wanted to look at the world!”

“Of course you're Hermione! Also, you're lying! My own daughter!”

“I'm a boy!”

“No, you're not! Don't argue with me, I gave birth to you! Now tell me, what have you done?! No honest person is out at night!”

He bit his lips (yes, he already had teeth). Why did his own mother not understand? It was true, she had given birth to him and he loved her for that, but she just didn't-

“Answer me!”

He sighed: “Alright, fine! I stole a few cows from some random huge herd I found in Pieria and sacrificed two of them to the Olympians! Happy now?”

“YOU WHAT?! HERMIONE, THAT WAS THE CATTLE OF APOLLON, THE BOW WIELDING GOD OF LIGHT AND PLAGUES!!! HE WILL HAVE YOUR HIDE FOR THIS!!!”

But “Hermione” snickered, because “she” already had a plan.

“Don't worry”, he giggled. “I'll be fine and so will you! I just don't want to live in this dark and gloomy cave for the rest of my immortal life! I want more! I want to be an Olympian! And if Dad says no, I will just become a thief for real and steal their stuff, until they give in! And if Apollon gives us Tartaros, I will just bust into Delphi and steal all the pretty stuff they have there, just for you! Don't wreck your head, I have everything planned out!”

“Sweetie …”, Maia sighed and pinched her nose. Just what kind of goddess had she given birth to?!

In the morning Apollon descended onto the Earth to check on his cattle. But as he counted them, he found to his horror, that fifty of them were missing! But there was no way they could have just wandered off! Someone had stolen them! So the god of light went off to look for clues.

Nearby he encountered an old man, who was tending to his grapevines. Apollon assumed an innocuous mortal form and approached the old man.

“Excuse me, can you help me? I was tending to my cattle in Pieria – a herd of white cows with curved horns – but some of them have gone missing. Strangely, my bull and herding dogs are still where I left them, but my cows have strayed. Did you perchance see anything out of the ordinary? Anyone taking them away?”

The old man thought for a moment and scratched his head. “Hmm … now that you mention it, there was something. Last evening, I was digging around my vine plot to check for vermin, when something strange happened. I saw a little child – a toddler at most, can you believe this? – driving a group of cows just like the ones you described. The infant had a staff and kept jumping from side to side and driving them backwards. I know that sounds insane, but-”

“Thank you, that's quite enough”, Apollon interrupted him. “Thanks for the help. Have a nice day!”

Then the light god hurried away to find the … uh, cow-stealing infant. It was a newborn god, without a doubt – probably a new half-brother, Apollon suspected. And sure enough, a bird with long wings (underneath the sunlight he couldn't tell what species it was) flew above him and confirmed his suspicion. Apollon was the god of prophecy, he knew an omen when he saw one.

And there on the ground he found another clue: the tracks of cow hooves. The tracks were pointing into the direction of the meadow, where they had been grazing.

Beside them, there was a different set of footprint: those of a tiny child. Weirdly enough, they were pointing into the opposite direction.

In less than a second the blond god put two and two together and grew even angrier.

“That little brat is going to get it!”, he hissed and followed the child's footprints, until he arrived at a small cave in Kyllene, Arkadia.

Despite his anger he couldn't help but frown, that a small child was living in a cave – still, justice had to be served. He climbed down through the opening and was greeted by the startled face of a goddess. He knew her: Maia, one of the starry-haired daughters of Atlas and Pleione and one of Apollon's many (many) second cousins.

Right after apologising for the sudden intrusion and telling her what the matter was, he demanded to see the baby.

She shifted uncomfortably. “My daughter Hermione? She would never-”

“Let me see her”, he repeated firmly.

Unwillingly Maia stepped to the side, revealing the crib which her child lay, seemingly sleeping.

The little one had curled up and pretended to sleep, as soon as he had sensed a foreign presence.

He kept his eyes tightly shut and simply concentrated on the voice of his mother and the other one, which clearly belonged to a grown man (and was definitely the loveliest sound he had heard so far in his young life, but this wasn't the moment for that). That voice belonged to Apollon, no doubt.

Steps that weren't his mother's approached his crib and stopped in front of him.

He could tell, that he was being looked over, but instead of talking to him, Apollon turned to Maia: “Cousin, didn't you say this child is your daughter?”

“… Yes? Why are you asking?”

“Because this is not a girl.”

The boy's heart skipped a beat – could it possibly be …

“What is that supposed to mean?! How can you possibly know my child better than I, who gave birth to her?!”

“Him”, Apollon corrected coolly. “I'm the god of prophecy, that's how I know. And if you love your son, you will deal with it. Now, back to you, you little rascal. Stop feigning slumber. I know that you're awake.”

Damn it!

Slowly the infant cracked his eyes open and tried to look confu- holy Khaos! That expression was nothing short of murderous!

The baby had to think fast and in an attempt to appear totally cute and innocent, he stretched out his tiny arms and pretended to be completely entranced by the beauty of the older god's countenance.

“Pwettieeee!”, he squealed.

For a few seconds the older god did look disconcerted. Sadly it didn't last long.

“Nice try, but I'm not falling for that. Now …” his murderous scowl of murder returned (such a shame, it didn't suit that pretty face), “… where. Are. My. Cows? I know you took them! Spill it, or else.”

The infant pouted: “Why those mean words? I'm just a wittle baby, I was just born yesterday! I couldn't take cows! What are they anyway? I don't know them, all I know is my metera²!”

Apollon laughed, but clearly didn't believe him.

Damn it times two!

“God of lies and thieves!”, the blond chuckled. “That's what you are, little one! That's what your title will be among the Athanatoi³, you mischievous little cattle thief!”

Apollon gathered him in his arms and proceeded to carry him off, despite Maia's very vocal protests and pleas.

Still the little god was smirking on the inside, because everything was going just as planned!

He wriggled around, as if struggling in the older god's hold and with a wave of his hand sent forth an omen (how? Divine magic, that's how!). Startled, Apollon dropped him, but he landed safely on the ground. The light god descended and picked him back up, not without teasing.

The little boy pulled his wraps closer to himself, demanded to know, where his older brother was taking him and kept insisting, that he was innocent of any accusation of thievery.

Apollon only frowned: “Stop lying to me, you little brat! You stole something that belongs to me and I will get it back and you will face the consequences!”

They kept bickering like this and getting increasingly frustrated, until at last, they arrived on Olympos and bust right into an assembly.

Zeus didn't seem surprised in the least, when his favourite son strode in with a child in his arms.

The Scale of Judgement behind his throne certainly wasn't – the weights (each resembling one of the quarrellers) were swinging up and down, awaiting the decree of Moiragetês⁴.

The new-born god couldn't help but note, that Apollon was almost Zeus' splitting image (unlike himself) – same long, blond curls and body type, same knowing glance, even though Apollon's pale skin and golden eyes differed from their father's black eyes and tan.

“Hi, Dad!”, the infant cried cheerfully and unwrapped one of his arms to wave.

The King of the Skies chuckled and waved back. “Hello there, little guy!”

“ZEUS!!!”, Hera screamed and jumped up from her throne. “NOT AGAIN!!!”

“Not now, my drop-dead gorgeous, stunning wife”, Zeus cut her off and turned to Apollon: “Well, my son, what matter is it, that you're bringing in front of the Olympian Council?”

Apollon glared at the baby, before explaining to their father: “This little criminal here stole my cattle!”

“Did not!”, said criminal protested.

“Did too!”, the god of prophecy spat, “And then he had the nerve to act innocent and tell me that he didn't know, what I was accusing him of!”

“I didn't steal anything!”, the child whined. “Dad! He just burst into my Mama's cave and made false accusations and threatened me, even though I was just born yesterday! Help me, he's crazy!”

“Excuse me, how dare y-”

But Apollon broke off, when Zeus burst into roaring laughter.

The King of the Gods laughed so hard, that it began to thunder outside and he could hardly keep himself sitting on his throne. Just like Apollon, he saw right through the ruse – yet he still couldn't help but be incredibly amused by his newest spawn's antics.

His laughter was contagious, some of the other Olympians snickered along.

Even Hera couldn't help but grin. “He pulled a prank on Apollon and called him crazy? I like this one!”, she chuckled.

With these words Zeus' good mood was doubled.

“Why, you cheeky little rascal!”, he snickered. “Oh, you're my son, alright! Seriously though, give your brother his cows back. And you, Apollon, calm down. Siblings shouldn't have a falling-out over trivial matters like this. By the way, little one, you made a sacrifice to us Olympians last evening, didn't you? But you sacrificed twelve parts, instead of just eleven.”

“YOU SLAUGHTERED MY COWS???!”, Apollon roared, flaring with fury. “FATHER, HAVE HIM LOCKED AWAY THIS INSTANT!!! TAKE AWAY HIS IMMORTALITY! THROW HIM INTO TARTAROS!!! ANYTHING!!! HE HAS TO PAY!!!”

Zeus held up his hand. “Apollon, I thought I told you to calm down. Now, my youngest, won't you tell me, who the twelfth portion was for?”

The baby beamed at his father. “It was for me!”, he cried cheerfully.

Kronion grinned proudly and fondly: “Ah, I see! You sly little fellow, you!”

He took his newest child from Apollon's hands and held him up.

“My dear fellow gods!”, he addressed the assembled, “We shall be the Council of Eleven no more. From now on, we will be the Dodekathoi, the Big Twelve. So, what is the name of our newest member, my son?”

Of course Zeus knew, that Maia had given their child a name – but he also knew that it was the wrong one.

And sure enough, the baby shook his head.

“Very well, then. I will give you one: from now on you're an Olympian and your name shall be Hermes. Welcome, dear Hermes, to our crazy family! Still though, lead your older brother to where you hid his cows and give them back.”

The little boy was ecstatic: he had accomplished his goal to become a member of the council and he had a name – the perfect name!

The only thing that blemished his happiness now was Apollon – or to be specific, the light god's extreme moroseness.

Hermes lead his older brother to the hidden cattle, just like Zeus had told him to, but the blond just didn't stop frowning!

But as he drew them outside for Apollon to see, the light god seemed to relax just as little bit – however, that lasted only until he finished counting them and glowered at Hermes.

“It's only forty-eight. Where are the last two?”

Awkwardly the youngest god pointed to a nearby rock. The hides of the cows he had sacrificed still lay there, drying in the sun.

“Well, my sacrifice had to come from somewhere …”

Apollon gasped, stared at the hides, then at his new baby brother.

“Th-th – h-how?!”, he stuttered. “How the Tartaros did you – how did an infant flay and butcher two grown cows?!”

Hermes shrugged nonchalantly. “Oh, well …”

But his nonchalant expression turned into a frown, when he saw how Apollon tore his own hair.

“Letoides, stop! You'll ruin your pretty hair-”

“Holy Khaos, you're already this strong! Only a few hours old and already a cattle thief strong enough to kill two adult cows! That's terrifying! How will it be, when you're grown up?! By Tartaros, you need to be restrained!”

And before Hermes knew it, he was being fettered.

Alone, he laughed, shook the binds off himself and transferred them onto the cows instead.

The light god gawked at this display of magical power, then his face darkened yet again.

Hermes was about to tell him to stop sulking over some stupid cows, when he saw the genuine distress in the older god's eyes.

“Well, that's just peachy!”, Apollon cried, distraught, and resumed tearing his hair (lovely, rich and long tresses of gold, flowing from his shoulders like cascades). “So I can't even make you face the consequences of your actions! No, you just get to do whatever you want without repercussion, whilst I don't even get the satisfaction of making you pay for what you've done! I'm the aggrieved party! You robbed me! Where is the justice in this?!”

The god of light took his anger out on a massive boulder, hitting it with so much energy that it melted.

For a moment Hermes was genuinely scared, but only until the other just plopped down on a rock and buried his face in his hands. Sadly he regarded his older brother. This wasn't right. He didn't want him to be so upset about something stupid like this.

Suddenly he had an idea. From underneath his swaddles, he pulled out his lyre tuned it.

Apollon looked up in interest.

Hermes strummed the strings with his stubby little fingers and began to sing:

“Praise to the Mousai, fair-voiced daughters of Mnemosyne and of cloud-gathering Zeus!

Praise to the richly tressed daughter of Gaia and Ouranos who gave birth to song and dance!

Hail the goddesses of the fine arts and may they inspire me in my endeavour!

Hail to the happy Olympians, the gloriously crowned, golden-throned gods … ”

And he sang of what he knew about the gods, the sky and the earth, the dawn of creation and how everyone had received their portion and domain.

Throughout his singing he perceived, how Apollon's expression gradually softened, until the god of light was completely and utterly entranced by the music.

For good measure Hermes improvised a little hymn to Apollon to dispel any remains of resentment. The blond blinked in (evidently) pleasant surprise and laughed heartily, when the child started to wax poetic about how pretty he was.

“Am I being serenaded by a toddler?!”, the blond asked incredulously. “This is messed up!”

“No, no! I'm not trying anything weird, I just want to cheer you up! Please don't be angry anymore. I didn't mean to make you so upset by stealing those cows.”

“Those?” Apollon motioned towards the nearby cows, which were still grazing despite the osier roots keeping their legs in place. He sighed: “You know what, just … keep the stupid cows. I have so many of them anyway.”

Hermes beamed up to his older half-brother: “Really?”

“Really. But tell me, you wily, little trickster, where did you learn this? And where did you get this marvellous thing? I have never heard anything like it!”

“That's because I invented it yesterday”, Hermes explained proudly. “I'm calling it lyre.”

“I adore it!”, Apollon exclaimed, “I'm friends with the Mousai, but even their music has never touched my heart like yours just did! Such a crafty little genius you are and you've just been born!”

“Awww, thanks! You're a genius too!”

Apollon chuckled and patted his thighs. “Come here, you little coaxer.”

“Yaaaay!”, Hermes squealed and jumped onto the Archer's lap, lyre still in hand.

“I see a great future ahead of you”, the blond prophesied. “I see glory in your name. I see you as a worthy member of our Council, a proud occupant of a golden throne. I see you and your mother honoured among all the gods. And I shall shower you with rich gifts and see to it, that all of this comes to fruition, if you will listen to me.”

“You mean you won't throw me into Tartaros?”, the little trickster grinned.

The Far-Shooter chuckled: “No. No, I won't.”

“Yay! Hey, if I give you my lyre and teach you how to play it, can I be the god of shepherding instead of you? And then you can be the god of music?”

“Very well”, Apollon nodded, summoned his whip in his hands and handed it to Hermes. “From now on you're the god of animal husbandry.”

The brunet laughed heartily, handed his lyre to Apollon and taught him how to play it.

Then they drove the cattle to where they had been before and returned to Olympos.

Thenceforth the Archer and the Trickster were always of one mind.

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1) If you're stumbling over this name, Hermione is, in fact, an ancient Greek name and the female version of Hermes. In the epic cycle around the Trojan War, Menélaos and Helene of Sparta (whom you might know as Helen of Troy) have a single child named Hermione. 2) metera - Greek for "mother" 3) Athanatoi - plural form of Athanatos ("Deathless/Undying/Immortal") 4) Moiragetês - "Leader of the Moirai (the Fates)/Guide of Fate", an epithet of Zeus (and Apollon, but mostly Zeus)

#Greek Mythology #hermes #apollon #zeus #hera #transgender hermes #tw: transphobia #maia is not a good parent #apollon and zeus say trans rights #and so do i #just to make this clear #also if you tag this as slash i will kick you #hermes is a baby ffs!#and yes i know ppl who would tag it as slash

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hoshi-kuzu · 4 years

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If matchups are open again can I get a KamiAso one? 💕 I'm 5'0, Asian, and a gemini. At first I'm very quiet and have trouble talking to people but after awhile I'll become more dramatic and extroverted. I'm a huge nerd so I'm prone to dorking out quite a bit. But I'm always down for an adventure. I love drawing and listening to music. I also have a hobby of cooking! I can be impulsive sometimes but it's only bc I'm working towards my dreams!!

...so. It's been a little bit since your match-up submission. I really appreciate your patience with me😆

I hope you like it

I think you and Loki would have a wild time together. It would take a bit for y'all to truly hit it off, but boy— when it does. It goes off like A ROCKET!

Listen man, I don't believe in love at first sight, but when he first met you would be the closest to it.

When he first sees you he just zeroes in. Something completely inexplicable about you sucks in all his attention. Was it the way you held yourself? The strength in your eyes? The softness of your appearance? Everything? Or something else entirely. If someone asked him then he would say you just looked potentially amusing.

Though in between purposely careless laughter and smirks, he'll feel the deeper tugs. For the first time not everything is a light-hearted joke. For the first time in a while he might actually be attached.

After you become friends, this man will be dragging you to and fro ev-er-y-where. Constantly buzzing to do more. If you haven't laughed so hard you cried that day, he's failed. He HAS to show you a good time. He lives to see the sparkle in your eyes when you look up at him after a good laugh. He can't stand the thought of you looking at anyone else like that.

Albiet there's some (i.e. a metric ton of) hidden desperation in his rapid plans. I mean, if he can't continually show you how unique he is, how only he can make you laugh like that, how only he can take you on an adventure like that... How only he can make your heart flutter like that?

He's convinced if he can't make all your time together the absolute best. You'll have a moment to think, because all it takes is one, to realize that you don't need him, that in fact you're better off without him.

That you won't stick around, especially if you find laughter elsewhere, cause afterall is that not all he's good for?

Despite him seemingly magnetically attracted to you since day one. It takes him a while to admit to anyone, least of all himself. That he likes you, no ulterior motives. Just really, truly and honestly likes (loves) you.

He's always kept it superficial and on the surface "purely" about his entertainment.

At first that's what it was, but it fairly quickly morphes into being what you like and seeing your reactions.

There are days where you're going to have to find ways to get him to shut up and quit spazzing out for long enough to get some drawing done.

He'd love to take a nap underneath a tree with his head in your lap while you drew. The logistics is beyond him. He just tells you to figure it out while he plops down, despite your protests and drifts off.

It'd however be a good opportunity to take a break and listen to music. (Could that have been his secret plan all along, or did he really just selfishly worm his way in? The world may never know.)

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(I wrote some stuff that seems to fit more into a story aspect, rather than a plain old match-up. But I didn't want to throw it out, so... here you go?)

Despite his impish demeanor (or possibly because of it) he is deceivingly intelligent and perceptive. Being able to fully read a person in a blink of an eye. Though his intuition does not always gives concrete answers, but rather abstract ideas that are just barely beyond words to explain.

When he first sees you its decided within a moment that you are most definitely someone he wants to be near. For you have great potential to become the most entertaining toy. At least... that's what he tells himself.

He knows full well that this is not completely the case, not by a longshot, but he doesnt let the full thought form before shoving it to the back of his mind.

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His bed was plush, the sheets soft, the pillow perfectly giving way beneath his head. And his eyes? Light as a feather. Not a single drop of drowsiness to be found.

His mind roiling as the ocean waves at night.

He shifts to the side for the 100th time seeing if this time will work. He begins to find comfort in this position when a thought flashes through his mind. Quickly shoving it to the back of his mind, instinctively jerking back with it, he flops onto his back. Heaving a long sigh which morphes into a groan. He stares questioningly at the white ceiling, as though it could give him the answers he's searching for. Dragging a hand over his face begrudgingly he sits up and swings his legs over the edge of the bed. Without bothering for shoes he leaves the dorm, letting his feet take him where they may.

The night air nips at bare skin. The cool ground shocks his feet. He ignores the sensations, continuing to meander through the school grounds. He's made a circuit around the boys dorm and unhurriedly strolls past thr entrance to the girls. His eyes lazily scan the surroundings, catching on a figure on a nearby bench. He pauses.

'Leave them.'

His legs thoughtlessly take him closer.

It's Minty, headphones in, a soft tune can be vaguely heard. Their head delicately resting to the side.

A devious smirk naturally forms on his face, his mind racing with all the pranks he could pull with this opportunity wrapped with a bow. A weird feeling solidifies in his chest, he falters. "Tch" He clicks his tongue, shaking his head. How boring. He quickly walks off back to his room.

When the early sun rays hit Minty's eyes, waking them. They sit up disoriented, looking around confused.

'oh right'

They had come out the night before to stargaze with some music a bit before bed. They must've been pretty tired.

'However' They think, holding up the soft blanket from their shoulders to eye-level.

'I didn't bring this with me.'

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"Here." He hands Minty an ornately wrapped present.

They looked shocked, incredulously pointing towards themself. He enthusiastically nods, hardly bothering to cover the mischievous glint in his eyes.

Minty looks softly down at the package, delicately brushing a hand over the bow. They look back up eyes brimming with joy overflowing into a blinding smile so bright it puts Apollon's to shame. He has to look away for a moment's reprieve, but is soon jolted out of it at the sound of the ribbon falling.

"Whoops." They go to grab the ribbon, Loki snatches the present out of their hand and briskly walks away. "What are...?"

"You're being boring." He mutters.

(There we go! That's it. I struggled a bit to grasp his character so I hope it's not too OOC. Anyway I hope you enjoyed it. Have a nice day!)

#kamigami no asobi match ups #match ups #loki laevatein #loki #kamigami no asobi #norse mythology #otome

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Shoujo and the Bride of Christ (I)

I was fourteen years old, Shinji Ikari´s age, when A Bridge to Terabithia made its movie debut. Like his fated stay in Misato’s house, only in time have I come to realize the influence it has had on me. Leslie Burke, the imaginative and courageous adventurer played by AnnaSophia Robb, did not only unveil a new world (or many) for Josh Hutcherson´s character, but for me, too. Who would have known? The wonders they discovered, the things they built together, their common battle against evil and injustice, their shared experiences, and the way they got to know each other and count on each other made a deep impression on me. And I thought she was interesting, pretty, even beautiful. I´m sure many of you have a story like that. A classmate, a friend, a character, a book.

With my Hachiman antics and my teenage fears, I had been too defensive and self-conscious up to that point to think seriously about romance (even if, as with him, I felt its attraction). But it was from there, if ‘´m not wrong, that the thought of a man-woman alliance—deep, trustworthy,opened to God and to the adventure of life—began to seem like an attractive possibility. An ethic to fit that ideal was one of sincerity, friendship, selflessness, chivalry, self-sacrifice, prayer, loyalty, courage and honoring promises (that of the Code of Kushieda, romantic version). Much has happened since, but the essentials remain unchanged. I wouldn’t forget, or settle for less. Ever since, I have loved stories of hard-earned romance, of mutual discovery, of the fight for the good of the other and complementary communion, and even new life.

Anime, with its gift for depicting deeply personal worlds with colorful symbols, has some great stories of this kind. You have Toradora, Haruhi, OreGairu, Sakamichi no Apollon, Your Lie in April, Clannad, Ore Monogatari, EVA itself, or movies like Ghibli´s Whisper of the Heart. Many are told from the point of view of the guy, but some of the best are not: This is how I discovered shōjo or shoujo. Its best stories brought me a different, yet recognizable world, because discovering human love is, after all, a very human experience. It is also a powerful mystery, which according to the Bible, was expressly established by God himself. “For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh.” To which St. Paul comments: “This mystery is profound, but I am speaking about Christ and the Church.”

Wait, what?

Last year, during the Spanish quarantine, I had the idea of explaining the Eucharist and its role in my life using examples from shōnen anime. By symmetry, I was wondering if there was some other aspect I could explain with shoujo anime. It turns out that there is. After all, before discovering Terabithia, I had discovered Christ and the Church (according to the Catholic conception), and, as crazy as it sounds, I thought St. Paul’s comment, with its echo at the end of the Book of Revelation, did fit. I read Dante’s The Divine Comedy (this year is his seventh centenary) at 16, and that connection only grew. It still does. Ready for the ride?

Sawako Kuronuma´s Human-shaped Gate

“But… you know that’s just biology, right? Chemical fireworks, so that the species can perpetuate.” I take issue with the word “just” here. God is the author of nature, which is thus full of depth, beauty, and meaning and providentially disposed towards our growth as creatures. There is chemistry, and there is more. While it is important to take everything into account and be careful when discerning our course of action, the faith in Christ is an incarnated faith. Our bodies, our natures, our stories are full of meaning, and we may come to discover it (and not just invent it), little by little. There is a deep wisdom in the created world, at every level, from the atoms to the stars.

In the Book of Genesis we are told that, when God created man and woman, Adam named the animals and witnessed a Creation in harmony. But not until meeting Eve did he discover a creature made of something deeply and intimately his, something he had been lacking without knowing it. She was just like him, and at the same time she was so different. For her, with her, he would go beyond what he knew, and they would be as one from there on. And their complementarity was to be the source of something new, of something great. Even more amazingly, she felt the same way. That was (and is) God’s design, which reflects His own powerful, generous love, “the fiercest blaze of all.” Something like that could only have been God´s idea, really.

Kimi ni Todoke (From Me to You) tells a story that, despite its contemporary setting, feels very Edenic. We have commented on it here a couple of times. I’m not even the first to point the Biblical analogy. Sawako (which means “lively child”) Kuronuma, nicknamed “Sadako” because of her resemblance of the phantom girl of The Ring, is isolated. She has a gentle, bright interior world she cannot share. Her lack of social skills and her terrifying aura get in her way, no matter how hard she tries to get along. She is misinterpreted time and time again. But a certain guy named Kazehaya, cheerful, popular, and sporting, is not fooled by appearances. He calls her by her true name. He supports her, little by little. He guides her. And, starting from there, her world begins to transform.

The seasons change, their bond is tested, nature surrounds them and echoes what is in their hearts, and she gradually discovers many things she couldn’t even conceive of before. Friendships, joys, sorrows, a place in the world, and Kazehaya, too. There is a chance, now, that her feelings may come across. And Kazehaya is the first step, the destiny, and the gate.

So, what is the Church of Christ? First and foremost, it is a loving bond with Jesus Christ, a real, human and divine person with a physical body, and to His Father, of Whom He speaks which such passion, and the Holy Spirit. Someone who lives, who longs for us to know Him, to open new worlds to us, without whom we will always be incomplete. He is the light, we are vitrals: He will make us shine with our true shape, our true, unique colors. Sawako always shone, but never so much.

Like her, like the characters of the Bible and the Gospel, each of us is called, one at a time, visibly or invisibly, by his or her real name, not the one of the world of appearances, and it is the name of a child of God, and full of life. When we follow Christ, He makes us courageous. He makes us grow. He fights to get us to go forward. He makes us able to truly love, to bond with others. Jesus of Nazareth is the Word of God, the key, the truer, deeper, loving meaning of all that has been created, of every human being. And each one of us, personally but also in communion with others, is his Church, when chosen by Him, when united to Him, when walking to finally reach Him and letting Him finally reach each of us, through all History and Creation. And in being with Him, there is life, everlasting life.

But, even if it is still in us, we do not live in Eden. There was a fall. The world changed. And so…

Futaba Yoshioka and Her Seven Demons

In a moment of cowardice, Futaba loudly denied her newly found love for her classmate Kou Mabuchi. Unexpectedly, he heard her. So it begins.

Ao Haru Ride (Blue Spring Ride) is similar to Kimi to Todoke in some aspects (and has an episode-by-episode analysis by Twwk here), but there is a key difference. Futaba’s misfortune was not brought about by her appearance, but due to her being inauthentic and cowardly out of fear of being alone, or rejected. Kou Mabuchi, returned after a few years of unexplained absence, knows Futaba from the old days. Superficial friendships, cowardly stances, artificial laughs, boyish behaviors planned so she won’t stand out, a deep solitude, a kind of slow self-destruction—he sees through it all. He knows that she has lost herself, that she is longing for something different. So he attacks with words, with acts that point beyond. It hurts, a lot. But something about him says that he is doing it in the name of something truer, that he could guide her there, and that he is no stranger to pain and sorrow…

…which, in my view, doesn’t excuse the disconcerting, nosy, and sometimes cruel behavior Kou often displays towards her (I don´t like this one as much as Kimi ni Todoke). But, to the allegory. After the book of Genesis there is the book of Exodus, the flight. Like Futaba, we are all lying, distorted, trapped from the inside, often unknowingly. As Sarah in the Book of Tobit, as Israel in Egypt or Babylon, as Mary Magdalene in the Gospel, we are oppressed by evils, personal, social or even the supernatural, that often control or manipulate us, that enslave us. The natural development of the deeply ingrained evil is suffering and self-destruction when its inner truth arises. And Christ is the one who knows us and will fight to free us, to open a path, and the Man of Sorrows, who not only bears unbearable suffering but knows our personal suffering, the suffering of each one of us.

In a moment of cowardice, Peter loudly denied knowing Christ, who he had confessed to be the Son of God, who had chosen Him, whom he loved. And like Kou with Futaba, He heard Peter, too. But Peter repented, and Christ had a path for him, a path with others. Futaba, motivated by Kou’s words and deeds, abandons the world of lies and starting anew with a group of misfits, people who cannot advance, who perceive themselves or are perceived by others as failures or phonies. It becomes quite literal when they get lost in the forest during a competition. The Church is, likewise, a scattered group who flee from Christ´s cross, as He had prophesied, but is then brought together again. Founded upon Christ´s love, following His words of eternal life, we are still sinners, ambitious, clumsy, cowards. The old Israel thought that, by perfectly observing the Law, it could fulfill the alliance and bring God´s favor upon itself, but kept betraying Him, even if they sometimes managed to hide it behind a facade.

But Christ made clear that He came not for the healthy, but for the sick, the evil, the cowards, those traitors. Peter, the Apostles, and the disciples were chosen not because they had somehow merited it, but because they trusted Him and followed Him, even if stumbling along the way. He would made them able to triumph. Love is radical, and as we are transformed by it, love increasingly needs us to fight whatever denies it within us. It is by no means an easy battle, and Ao Haru Ride knows that. Christ is prophesied champion against the Serpent of Eden, Satan, the Adversary, the fallen angel who tempts us, and against the evil whose maximum he represents. He begins His mission by confronting him in the desert, and fights evil, forgiving sins and expelling demons, one after another, and finally prevailing over them by perfect obedience and love, onn the Cross and in the resurrection.

And His fight goes on. He wants us to have part in His death and His resurrection, from baptism to a death in Christ and beyond. He is the Savior, and the Church is his Noah’s Ark, His people of Israel escaping Egypt through the Red Sea, His plan of salvation for everyone who accepts His personal call and jumps inside to escape self-destruction and death together. He is the lover who needs the loved one to trust Him, and to fight, and will be there to help. Against the entire world, against death, against everything. The plan of salvation won’t work without that kind of love.

When they join the group, Kou lets Futaba do most of the teamwork. He… has his reasons. During His mission, Christ gave Peter and the rest of his disciples the power to expel demons, to forgive sins, to baptize, to teach, and sent them. Not because He, the Almighty, needed them, but to help them, to help human beings through the cooperation of human beings who became closer to God this way. He still does that now. He also gave them the treasures of His love, which they keep. His Sacraments, His miracles, His Gospel and His teachings, all signs and acts of His love, are preserved in the Church, a house build in rock against which the gates of Hell shall never prevail. He will be with us every day, until the end of the world, if there is the slightest bit of hope that we may accept His hand, acting, saving. Heaven and Earth will pass away, but His words will never pass away.

Christ has pleaded in prayer for Simon Peter, that messy, loud self-confessed sinner, that his faith should not fail, so when he has repented, he will strengthen his brothers, feed Christ’s sheep. Peter, who reacted with undue violence (Futaba may need to confront old friends in the name of justice, but it is her own cowardice what she is mainly fighting against) and then denied Christ, will be able to disavow the Sanhedrin and Caiphas, preside over the martyr Church, and die on a cross for Christ and others, to go where he doesn’t want to go right now, and teach others to do the same. All because Christ loves him, and he loves Christ, and that love is fighting and growing. And the messy, loud, cowardly Futaba will also be able to face her demons, and face challenges, darkness and suffering beyond everything she had imagined, to tell the truth, to save others.

Do not be fooled by my criticisms: Futaba is a wonderful, relatable, inspiring character. She keeps the fight. Kou is very lucky. In this fallen world, every relationship, every bond, every friendship, every marriage, demands us to keep the fight. Human love, being made by God, reflects a ray of His own light, a ray that makes us hope and moves us to action. Likewise, the Church of Christ fights on this Earth, fulfilling the command of Christ to Peter and the Apostles, and those who came after them, teaching the Gospel and giving the Eucharist, bringing Christ´s love to our hearts. We, the group of misfits and sinners, keep assisting each other on the way, doing better or doing worse, knowing that He also works outside her visible frontiers, fighting to reach all human hearts. This is the Militant Church, which Christ will never abandon, in perpetual combat against her own evil, my own evil, and against the powers that enslave us, that enslave me, armed with the most powerful force there is—Christ´s love, Christ´s truth, Christ´s own hope. That is her source, her life and her destiny. And so she fights. And so I fight.

But what’s on the other side of the forest? What has it to do with the Divine Comedy? What is Tohru Honda doing at the top? Those are all questions for the next time. So, for now, take care, and Happy Easter!

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Kimi ni Todoke and Ao Haru Ride can be streamed in Crunchyroll.

#Anime #Christianity #Kimi ni Todoke #Ao Haru Ride #Kimi ni Todoke: From Me to You #Blue Spring Ride #Shoujo #Articles #Author: Gaheret

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Bio: NAMELESS

Name: NAMELESS Kamijou Touma

Status: Alive (Resurrected)

Nationality: Japanese

Age: 45 (Physically 25, Immortal)

Gender: Male

Height: 6'2

Family: Index (First Wife, Deceased) Claves Regni Caelorum (Eldest Son) MIsaka Mikoto (Ex Wife) Kamijou Makoto (Second Son) Kamijou Tsuyu (Daughter) KAMI (Creation/Clone)

Description

Nameless, formerly known as Kamijou Touma, as a potential antagonist for A Certain Magical Index: Rebirth Testament IV. He is a twisted version of Touma that came from a point in the future where he had lost everything, leading him down the path where he became the embodiment of Death itself.

Appearance

Nameless appears partly mutilated and wearing a symbiotic type armor that is covering the mutilated parts of his body. Nameless also appears to have black tattered angel wings, white hair, and soulless looking eyes. He also appears to be covered in blood.

History

After the Global Conflict with HYDRA and the Romefeller Alliance, everything appeared to be at peace in the world, as the Grand HYDRA Empire had decided to stay away from Earth Prime, and world order being restored. Several small scale incidents happened here and there in Academy City which Touma had gotten caught up in and resolved per usual. Eventually, Touma finished up school and set off to travel with Index, Miyu, and Othinus. They enroll in the Magic Association an there, Touma, with the help of INdex and several others, find a way for him to use Magic without Imagine Breaker interfering or getting injured due to his nature as an esper, thus becoming the first successful magician/Esper Hybrid in history.

Some time later, The Kamijou Family left the Association and returned to japan, with Touma and Index deciding to get married. Shortly after the marriage, the two had a child who was named Claves Regni Caelorum. All seemed to be well for them, however, everything seemed to go downhill when Isaac Rosenthal, a foe that had been previously dealt with by Accelerator several years before, had implanted a fragment of his soul in a scroll that Index found during a mission she and Touma were on for the Association. Rosenthal was then able to posses Index this time his power much greater than the time he possessed Hirumi Hishigata do to being able to use the grimoires at will, becoming a huge threat to the world. Touma and Accelerator were teamed up once again and tried to save Index,, however they failed and as a result, the two were forced to forced to kill Index.

The death of Index left Touma extremely heartbroken, as he had not only failed to save someone in front of him, but that person being someone he loved dearly. He debated on committing suicide, but was reminded by Othinus, Miyu and Mikoto that he had a child to live for. A year later, he had fallen in love with Mikoto and married her, giving birth to two children, Makoto and Tsuyu. All seemed to be well again, but it was not until two years later that another threat had presented itself to the world: Lesser Abyssals created by the Grand HYDRA Empire had invaded, particularly Japan, causing mass devastation to the country, Academy City and world order. The war was violent and brutal as Touma had watched several others die before him: Frejya, the mysterious girl he met years ago dying after her ability goes beyond its limits, killing her. among others that he knew at the time dying. The biggest casualty for him was his Understander: Othinus. In a battle, she was crushed to death by a large piece of rubble, the sight of her crushed remains sending him into a blind rage. In that instance, he killed the leader of the invasion, snapping their neck.

It was here that Touma had undergone a huge shift in his personality, he became colder, more violent, and dismissive of others. The change was shocking to those that knew him, even Accelerator was genuinely surprised and disturbed by what Touma had become. Touma made a vow that he would kill anyone that stood in his way, and would kill the remaining Abyssals in the Meta Universe. Shocked, Misaka Mikoto could not approve of his new ways and took both Claves and the other children and fled Academy City, going into hiding. Touma became enraged when he found out about this, however, he did not choose to go after them and hurt them. Instead, he fell into despair once more, deciding to commit suicide, as he was disgusted at what he became, and felt as if he truly lost everything.

Touma successfully commits suicide, however this makes things worse for him,, as he finds that he broke an oath that he had made a long time ago that he could not take his own life. As a result, he could not enter Heaven or hell but instead in Limbo where he was mocked by Death himself. Death laughed at him, mocking him for all of Touma’s failures in life. This caused him to attack Death in fit of rage, which resulted in Touma losing all of his limbs, getting badly mutilated, and was forced to relive all of his worst moments over and over again for the next two decades. It drove him insane to the point where he broke free of his infinite loop, learning Death’s weakness, that he had no true soul and that it was artificial. Touma goads Death by convincing him to use his body as a host if he were truly the incarnation of Death. Taking the bluff, Death attempted to do so, but instead what happens is Death losing himself and ending up resurrecting Touma in his mutilated and rotting body.

Following Touma’s resurrection, his body takes on a completely different appearance and gains all of the knowledge and abilities that Death had as a result. After returning to the physical world, he creates a Magic cabal known as NECRO and seeks out the floating abandoned city of Apollon. NECRO causes great destruction and chaos all over the world,, guiding them under the belief that they are saving the world through destruction. However, Touma, who abandoned his name and calls himself the Nameless, had the intention of using the Phase Between Worlds to travel 30 years back into the past in order to kill himself. He believes by doing this, he will cease to exist, and thus will be saved from his pain.

#Kinoverse Lore #Character Info

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thedeadanonpoetssociety · 4 years

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let me say this first: i think about death a lot.

Death is a man with commitment issues. we’ve been flirting for a decade, but he doesn’t want more than a single night, a quick go that leaves me sleeping for days and forgetful. (seventeen was a bad year, what can i say?)

let me say this: i have Opinions.

one of my plans for post-death involves: glitter confetti, a detonator in my chest, and being launched into a canyon.

another involves my body becoming a diamond D20 to roll on white tables.

or scatter my ash in each of the oceans,

or in the room where my life was first ruined by a boy with blue eyes and no soul.

bury me in blue (fuck, i hate that song) or perhaps in black or gray- -full Edwardian garb. or a tuxedo -or just roll me to rest in whatever i die in, be it a hospital gown or faded black jeans and a shirt (with the name of a band i stopped listening to in 2013)

you could stick my corpse on a raft. drench me in gasoline, stick dragonsblood resin and mugwort on top, and set me alight (stars and overexposition? alright)

extract iron from my blood, glucose from the rest of me. i want to be turned into a sword and lollipops. give the candy to the child of a teacher and give the sword to the man who used to be the boy i watched Doctor Who with and laughed and loved-

mummify me in salt and sulfur and magnesium. i want to be saturated with perfume, incense, everything. rub wax on my skin.

encase me in resin or concrete and stick me inside the museum i plan to walk to on Wednesday morning, and make me the star exhibit, and charge everyone who lives not in the city thirty dollars to see me

cover me in paint, and airdrop my body into a desert. open air and the vultures and nothing else although truth be told i’d far prefer to be eaten by crows

turn me into treats for crows in some wildlife reserve somewhere, actually. or just chop me up and leave me in a forest.

-i want a boy with the ocean in his head and the Catskills in his hometown to sing me Vaughan Williams. -or a girl with stars in her eyes to play me our stormsong -or the brother of my heart to read Shakespeare -or the person i’m beginning to love to strum a guitar

give my lungs to a worshipper of Apollon. my liver, Dionysus. my eyes, Aphrodite. my tongue to Hera. give my heart to the Morrigan.

(smoke weed over my body. pour out clove-infused vodka and ruin your legs and sleep with each other and light cigarettes and dance and destroy everything good about yourselves and the world the way i did, the way i do, let yourselves burn) no.

sing, sing, SING until your throat smarts and your mind weakens and your chest aches and your lungs are empty of it, sing for that is all i have done and all i knew how to do, all i will do from now until then. sing until there is no music left in your minds.

do not be glad. do not celebrate my life. i want to be mourned. i want proof i was loved. mourn for me, or i’ll fucking haunt you. mourn for me as i have mourned so much, as so much has been taken from me. let me take this one last thing.

let me say this one last thing: i did not expect to live this long.

i have adopted a cat. he is my child, beloved by me above all. that is at least fifteen more years i must live, and i believe that now i might gladly do so. when he leaves me, i will adopt another, and love them as well.

i am now loved. depending on the day, i may or may not believe this. but they are in my life, the old friend who sang with me in the basement of the interfaith chapel. the girl with stars in her eyes and a piano at her fingers, sister of my heart. brother of my heart, friend of my soul, with puns and words and boundless curiosity. someone with dice in his hands and a smile on his face. i am liked, and i am wanted around. this is new.

i am writing a bit every day. i submit poems under the name of a figure from myth; i sing into GarageBand and let myself feel.

on Tuesday i told my therapist of something terrible, and she said i need not forgive. i am beginning to let myself heal. some medications change by the month, but the ones that do not are working, and i am learning to sleep. this is new. i am diagnosis after diagnosis, and no longer a friendless freak. i have words that fit now. i have explanations for things, and reasons to let them be changed or to remain.

let me say this one last thing: i am beginning to want to live.

Orpheus lives. and Orpheus wants to.

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. The Dead Anon Poets Society .

#this one really has my heart #i feel this so really much #i'm so happy for you darling #the dead anon poets society #fav daps poems #poetry #orpheus #submission

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des-dabbles · 5 years

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A SOMETHING

I was tagged by the lovely @solaria-sims for this fun little game, and I’m trying to be better about staying on top of tags like this because they’re a lot of fun! Here we go:

are you named after someone? I am. My first name I get from my mother and great grandmother. My middle name is from my grandmother.

last time you cried? Does crying from laughing count, cause that was 30 mins ago. Well, I got a bit teary-eyed at the end of the movie too.

do you use sarcasm? There’s people who don’t?

first thing you notice about a person? I think I have to steal what @solaria-sims said. First impressions are based on what you notice first. And it’s more than just their clothes, but also how they act.

what’s your eye color? Blue

scary movies or happy endings? I’m a sucker for happy endings. I mean, y’all have read my stories.

special talent? Gosh. Iunno. I can crochet.

birthplace? Far from where I live now. 😂

hobbies? Sims, crocheting, reading

pets? I have one cat named Princess. She’s is a princess until she’s pushing cups off the table. Then she’s a brat.

do/have you played any sports? Nope.

height? 5′5.5″ (see? I didn’t lie about the bold the fact thingy...)

favorite subject in school? Anything science related.

dream job? I’m doing it.

what colors do you associate with happiness? Warm colors, especially yellow.

I tag @simmingkatie, @apollon-sims, @fataleromeo, and @ladykendalsims and just anyone else that wants to do this

#tagged #nonsims #saviourhide #solaria-sims

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awkwardbsd · 5 years

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19,29

19. favourite anime ships

29. anime that deserves another season

Thank you so much for this ask! (I recognize you from some other asks so thank you for your continued support)

Since these asks are quite deep for me, I will be putting a line to hopefully spare people from having to read all my nonsense.

[Send me an anime ask!]

19. Favourite anime ships

I did make a top ten ship thing for my other blog, but I want some more here anyway! These are from both the post and from the other one on my other blog!

Wotakoi:Hirotaka x Narumi: Two noobs in love trying to figure it out (despite being childhood friends– which is one of my favourite relationship tropes)Koyanagi x Kabakura: They butt heads with no ill intent. You can tell they care deeply about each other.

Hotarubi no Mori e: Hotaru x GinIt only took me 45 minutes to get invested. So smooth, so heartwarming.

Yamada-kun to 7-nin no Majo: Urara x RyuuBoth of them are both intelligent. They solve mysteries together. One of the only good harem (ecchi) anime I’ve seen.

Toradora: Taiga x RyuujiGreat development, nice characters, and the supporting cast and ending all let this fall together nicely.

Fullmetal Alchemist:Edward x Winry: Childhood friends who have seen each other at rock bottom. They care so much, and their scenes together are fantastic.Roy x Riza: They fill each other’s weaknesses. They go through thick and thin. Same as above minus the childhood friends. They’re military buddies.

Boku no Hero Academia:Midoriya x Uraraka: Sweet pureKirishima x Bakugou: Pure and sweet plus tsundereTodoroki x Yaoyorozu: Power couple of great intelligenceKaminari x Jirou: Snarky remarks and memes

Gin no Saji: Yuugo x AkiJust watch the anime. It’s worth it. These characters have taught me so much. It’s from the creator of Fullmetal Alchemist. You’ll see what I mean.

Koe no Katachi: Shouko x ShouyaYou know, their relationship grows, okay? People can change. I don’t view this as abusive. I’m glad it didn’t end up as being canon though (in the anime anyway)

Noragami: Yato x HiyoriThey go through thick and thin, they’re canon, the age gap rule doesn’t imply here because one is half-youkai and the other one is a literal immortal god.

Bungou Stray Dogs: Atsushi x Kyouka: Their relationship is so sweet (future romance is a possibility but I would rather have it platonic for now)Odasaku x Dazai: This ship is for similar reasons. I don’t want to get too deep as it seems to ignite feelings.

Akagami no Shirayuki-hime:Zen x ShirayukiObi x ShirayukiCouldn’t choose one. They’re self-explanatory if you watch it.

No. 6: Shion x NezumiIt’s canon, it’s mutual, they both rely on each other, they both sacrifice everything for each other, but that ending…

Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic: Alibaba x MorgianaIt’s canon, it’s cute, it’s one of my first ships, get you a girl who can break you and toss you over a wall.

Fruits Basket: Kyo x TooruAs if anyone hasn’t watched this (I’ve only watched the 2001 version. Don’t hate me)

Assassination Classroom: Karma x MinamiThey both say that if they had to choose a person of the opposite gender it would come down to them. She gave Valentine’s Day chocolates too. How sweet. I also read a good doujinshi.

Yakusoku no Neverland: Norman x EmmaI’m basic. I’m not explaining beyond this because anyone who hasn’t seen TPN should.

29. Anime that deserve another season!

Honourable mentions that deserve a remake: Soul Eater and No. 6Where’s my brotherhood remakes? These are all Studio Bones. Come on fam!!!

Noragami: They left so many arcs hanging. Now that the hiatus for the manga is over, I don’t see why they can’t. All the main cast thrived off their roles here. The reception’s good.

Akatsuki no Yona: Left on a CLIFFHANGER. They develop everything just to say, “It ends on an epic battle. 26 episodes of build-up for nothing.”

Akagami no Shirayuki-hime: I think they can go further.

Barakamon: This is one of my favourite anime. I want to see some of the kids grow up, and I want to see Handa grow.

Gin no Saji: This one wasn’t left on a huge cliffhanger, but the point of this kind of anime is to see these blossoming teenagers graduate. Please, I want to see Aki and Yuugo fall in love even more.

Hinamatsuri: This anime made me laugh so hard. There were so many jokes left unsaid.

Kaguya-sama wa Kokurasetai: There were some jokes left out, and it’s a little episodic. They can keep going with this, and I think all the voice actors liked working on this show too.

Kimi to Boku: This is one of my favourite anime too! The bros being bros in their laidback lives. The manga just resumed too! I really want another season.

Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic: They still have over a hundred chapters to adapt, and the ending is absolutely paramount. I found the future arcs I read (about the beginning of life) absolutely brilliant.

Ouran Koukou Host Club: We want this. It’s been 13 years. Re-cast Tamaki’s Eng dub, and let’s get it rolling! We have stupid comedy to explore!

Sakamichi no Apollon: They butchered the manga from what I hear, but I still want their ending.

Senyuu: This anime was so fricking funny. It’s like a fantasy version of Gintama with a short-episode format. Just watch it. It’s not long. It’s hilarious.

#ask game #ask #not awkward #dino rambles

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Offerings to the Gods based off their Epithets 1/6

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Aphrodite

Loving/ delighting in laughter (making people laugh, enjoying others company): Philommides

Loving your genitals/ your partner’s genitals (masturbation/ looking after your genitals, for example, going for smears or dying your pubic hair/genital piercings): Philommedes

Seafoam/ or any type of foam you could present to her (collect seafoam in a jar and bring it home, or bath bombs etc): Aphrogeneia

Anything gold or golden (jewellery, make-up, vase’s, flowers) : Chrysea

Something divine or shining (jewellery, religious iconography, mirrors, lights etc): Dia

Anything related to Zeus, as some regions, believed her to be a daughter of the God-King: Dios Thugater

Writing lists of things you desire in life or writing about the one you desire or sexual dreams etc: Pothon Mater

Crowns, girdles, tiaras etc: Eustephanus

Apollon

Visiting a clairvoyant with an open mind and respect, having friends do a reading for you (record what they said): Thearius

Practice divination methods, plan for the future and for anything bad that might happen: Proupsius

Distribute good fortune equally to your loved ones: Clerius

Notice what people are saying and whether you can use it for good or bad, know the difference between an omen and gossip: Cledones

Have far-reaching goals that you know you can achieve, that you won’t give up on (bullet-journal/ write a list to put on his shrine) Hecatus

Surround yourself with things that inspire you, have a small notebook of ideas and things you wish to create: Musegetes

Exercise, take vitamins/ medicine, go to hospital appointments, make sure you stay as healthy as possible (make a personal record of herbs, medicines etc and their uses that you can take: Ulius

Make a record of herbs etc that can heal, take a first aid course: Paean/Acesius

Wear charms to avert evil/harm: Alexicacus

Help others, volunteer at shelters, help others in times of distress and hardship: Epicurius

Rescue those who need it, stand up to bullies etc, rescue animals from shelters: Boedromius

Learn about wolves, mice, and locusts and how they are portrayed in popular culture and myth (you can draw them etc): Lycius/ Smintheus/Parnopius

Learn about Mildew, where aspirin comes from, how it causes asthma etc: Erythibius

Learn about Dolphins and the recent research into their intelligence: Delphinius

Clean beaches, river banks etc make sure if you live by a river etc that flooding won’t destroy yours or your neighbours’ property: Actius

Welcome foreigners, teach them your own culture/language, make sure they are able to find helpful resources and social life in your community: Theoxenius

Make sacrifices to Apollon upon leaving somewhere (going on a holiday, day trip, moving to another country, going to work) for protection: Epibaterius

Make the Corynthus or Enthryptos cake: Corynthus/Enthryptus

Make sure the street outside your house is clean and secure: Argyeus

Make sure the entrance to your house represents Apollo (clean, updated, small shrine etc): Prostaterius

Aphrodite epithets: https://www.theoi.com/Cult/AphroditeTitles.html

Apollon epithets: https://www.theoi.com/Cult/ApollonTitles.html

#dodekatheism #hellenic polytheism #hellenismos #hellenic pagan #for the love of apollo #for the love of the dodekatheon #ares is great #Hail King Zeus and Queen Hera #hermes is my god #epithetofferings

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commandershepardvasfuckit · 5 years

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A little drabble about Kotetsu being to dense to realize he has a crush that got out of hand

"You should have seen him yesterday!" Kotetsu yelled, waving his arms excitedly as he recounted what had happened to the other heroes. Slow days like this many of the heroes still gathered at Apollon Media in their down time; working out, reviewing missions, or just spending time around others who knew what life was like for them.

"He always knows what do to even when things go wrong! He's incredible!" He seemed more like his old self recently, more like the Kotetsu from years go. Ever since he and Barnaby had taken down Jake Martinez he had a new life and energy to him.

"It was just a robbery, but I can't get the way Bunny moved and handled everything out of my head! I jumped in front of the guy and we figured he'd turn around and run the other way to where Bunny was waiting, but he didn't!"

The other heroes looked on and listened. This was not the first time Kotetsu had gone on a long winded rant about Barnaby, and at this rate is was not going to be the last either.

"So the guy was a NEXT and no one knew! He could stick to any surface so he just ran up the side of the building! I yelled 'Bunny!' and before I knew it he was already up there! I didn't even have to say what was happening! It's to the point where he can practically read my mind since we spend so much time together. And he knows when I yell his name like that something is wrong" Kotetsu nodded.

"Do you yell his name a lot?" Nathan asked, a smirk pulled across his lips, knowing the joke would sail right over Kotetsu's head.

"I wouldn't say a lot, but definitely more than when we first started together" Kotetsu answered.

"And would you say he yells your name much?" Nathan asked again with feigned innocence.

"Not really. It's always just 'Bunny! Bunny! Bunny!' It'll be something the day I finally get him to yell 'Kotetsu!' for once!" He yelled back proudly. Few people on the planet could ever hope to challenge the level of dense that Kotetsu T. Kaburagi had reached.

Nathan lost it, dissolving into a fit of laugher and tears and had to put their head down on the table they were all seated around in an attempt to stifle it. "I can't- I can't!" they managed between laughs, "One word, just let me say just one word!"

"No" Antonio told them flatly, "He's an adult and needs to learn how emotions work all by himself. And you," he turned his attention to Kotetsu, "as your friend I really need to ask you- do you ever think about how what you say actually sounds, or are you god honest that dense?"

"I'm not dumb!" Fired back Kotetsu, "I figured out Jake's other power! I figured out how to beat him! I'm tired of people saying I'm an idiot!"

"Kotetsu, if I may" cut in Nathan, "No one thinks you're an idiot, no one who actually knows you. You're insightful and one of the most experienced heroes out there, but perhaps there's something major that you're overlooking, hmm?"

"No. There's not. Everyone has been so weird lately, I haven't overlooked that" Kotetsu grumbled, "Everyone goes quiet and whispers whenever I've started talking the last few months and I know there's something you all don't want me to know and I'm sick of it!"

"Dear," Nathan reached across the table and took Kotetsu's hand, "trust me when I say there's nothing we know about that you don't already know yourself".

Kotetsu looked around the table, from Nathan's reassuring smile, to Keith looks of encouragement, to Ivan's nods of agreement, to Antonio's exasperated but supportive sigh, he knew that he could trust what Nathan said to be true.

"I know we compete for points but we're your friends," Keith started, "And if there's anything you ever want to tell us you know we'll support you".

"That's great and all to hear, but I'm fine" said Kotetsu, "My life these last few months has been better than it's been the last few years: Bunny and I are ranked number 3 as a team, people are excited to see Wild Tiger again, I feel like I matter to people again" he trailed off.

"You matter to people? Or you matter to someone?" asked Nathan.

"Does it matter? I feel like I can make a difference again, I can help people. That's what I'm meant to do, that's what heroes are meant to do: we help people. It's not about the points, it's about making people feel safe and giving them someone they can depend one, someone who they know will be there no matter how bad things get".

"We all need someone" Nathan said, "To everyone else we sit up on top, but it's lonely up here isn't it? How can you have someone truly and fully in your life if you have to hide what you do from them? And that's what you never got back after Tomoe's death isn't it? And I'm sorry for bringing it up and I know you don't like to discuss it, but this is the first time in years that we've all seen you so full of vigor again".

"Well, it's because I have a lot to be happy about. I'm up in the rankings, people are buying my cards again and-"

"And you know that's not what I meant" Nathan cut in, "How many days have you stayed at Barnaby's in the last week?"

"Just a few, he lives closer to here and it's done him a lot of good to be able to talk about his parents. He kept all that bottled up for twenty years; death is a hard thing to come to terms with even years later and it's good to talk about it with people, it helps you move on and as his partner I want to be there for him. I want him to know he can talk to me about anything".

"And we're all very happy that you can give Barnaby what he needs, and clearly talking with him has helped you too. Ever since you and Barnaby started getting close it seems like you've found what you've been searching for" Nathan smiled.

Antonio chimed in, "And as your friends we want to continue to see you happy, which is why Nathan pointed out that maybe there's something in your life that you're overlooking. And so help me if I have to spell it out for you I'll pick you up and shake you so hard that it'll reconnect whatever is clearly disconnected in your brain".

"Wait," started Kotetsu, "you guys don't think that there's something going on between Bunny and I, do you? Because that would be-"

"Oh for fuck's sake!" yelled Ivan finally reaching the point where he felt like he had to say something , "We don't think anything is going on between you two and that's the problem!"

"What?" Kotetsu asked, "So you think there should be something between us?"

"I've kept my mouth shut for four months and then Ivan is the one who finally gets to say it? Do you know how hard it was when all Kotetsu does is talk about how much he loves having Barnaby around?! Four months!" Nathan huffed, "Yes, every story is about how great Barnaby is, or how good it is to have him to talk with and depend on. And you've practically moved into his place. Boy we don't think you need to start a relationship with him but we think you need to acknowledge that you're already in one with him without even knowing it".

How fast the gears were turning in his head was visible on his face as Kotetsu pieced the last few months together. Everyone was watching him expectantly, looking for any kind of reaction or confirmation.

"I, I really don't know what to say" Kotetsu said softly.

"Kotetsu," began Keith, "You confide in him, you trust him with your life, he makes you happier than you've been in years. We're you friends, but it's very clear that Barnaby means a lot more to you than just that whether you realize that or not".

The other heroes nodded in agreement.

"I don't know if I can do that again, after Tomo-"

"You changed," cut in Nathan, "After she passed you changed and we all understand that; you lost the most important person in your life and you never fully came back. We all noticed. You hung out here less, you talked about life outside of work less, your hero ranking fell, but look now: you're always here, you always have a story to tell, and your ranking is back up where it used to be and all that started when you got close with Barnaby.

"Is it that crazy to think that maybe being with him is what is helping you and on some level you know that, but it's been so long since you've thought of anyone in that way you don't remember what's it's like to fall for someone?

"You married Tomoe right out of high school, how long ago was that? How long ago was it the last time you had a crush on someone and got butterflies in your stomach over them? Maybe it's time to really consider how you feel about Barnaby" Nathan finished.

"I need some time to think" Kotetsu pushed himself up from the table and made his way towards the doors. Was Bunny really what was making him so happy? It felt so good to really talk to some one, just spending hours with him talking about everything and nothing until he fell asleep draped over the chair while Bunny laid across the foot of the bed close to him.

He's dependable, I know when I'm with him everything will be alright, I know he'll be there for me as much as I'm there for him, I know I can tell him anything, I know I care. By the time Kotetsu reached the exit of the building he knew with certainty that Bunny, Barnaby Brooks Jr, is what made him happy, what made him truly become a hero again.

#tiger and bunny #kotetsu t. kaburagi #barnaby brooks jr.#wild tiger #kotetsu x barnaby #taibani #nathan seymour #ivan karelin #keith goodman #antonio lopez #long post

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