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#hermes has my back
sunwisecircle · 1 month
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Hermes is my copilot
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cosmiado · 2 months
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absolute king of coming back wrong <333
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couch-house · 5 months
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bought some more bootlegs at a mall kiosk and decided well, CLEARLY this isn't silver and amy... they must be original characters do not steal :)
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idkaguyorsomething · 4 months
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now that percy jackson is trending, it’s finally time to share my fuckin crack fic idea/theory with y’all:
okay so in the universe of pjo we’re shown that the trademark attributes that signal divine heritage in a half blood are having their brain wired in a way ideal to their survival which often manifests itself as adhd and dyslexia. since half bloods are thrust into life-or-death scenarios from a very young age, it’s important that they can trust their instincts, even if to an outsider they might just look extremely reckless and lucky, while having the ability to excel in certain areas beyond what any mortal could accomplish, usually under the domain of their divine parentage. additionally, since their brains are made to process ancient greek better than their native language, plenty of them have to work extra hard to cover up mistakes that they make in academic areas, such as typos and missed deadlines.
so, ¿you know who has a knack for getting into encounters with incredibly dangerous beings at an almost hilarious rate, hyperfocuses on their work while often struggling with the conventions expected of them in their line of work, acts impulsively but still has good instincts, is sometimes depicted as having problems with spelling things despite working in a writing-heavy profession, and lives in a world where greek gods exist?
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(IMAGE ID: Lois Lane from My Adventures With Superman posing confidently)
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i-bring-crack · 3 months
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You ever think Persephone, when she came back from the underworld, was ever asked by the other gods how their favorite humans are doing?
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i've been listening to both of hermes' songs on repeat so
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enjoy these flat colors of hermes showing off with a very Tired odysseus because im too tired to render it <3
[click for better quality]
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letmesleepy · 10 months
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She may be a human and not be a telepath, but her eyes still say she wants a midnight snack
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conspirartist · 2 months
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Heya folks it's me again with yet another twst boy, using @primrozii 's lovely template (that I kinda of messed up, sorry). Everyone meet Kaeith Mihr, a former RSA student who's finishing his education at NRC (he was expelled after a long string of mischief and was 'graciously' accepted into Night Raven by Crowley).
Kaeith is not the strongest mage around, his abilities fall right into the average mark, not that this seems to bother the meerkat beastman - his dexterity and quick thinking more than make up for it.
Besides, he has his trusty boots: 'Hermes' Steps'! The winged shoes were proudly displayed at the RSA campus when a certain freshman decided to take them for a joy ride; the last misdeed on a long list that resulted on Kaeith's ultimate expulsion. The artifact seems to have a mind of it's own however, seeing as all attempts to return it to the school end up with the boots miraculously reapearing by the young prankster's side (which may or may not be the result of a bloodline that goes all the way back to Olympiam roots, seeing as more than once Kaeith seeked out someone of godly descend to leave cryptid messages he swears he doesn't remember giving).
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mythvoiced · 6 months
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' I want to tear open your rib cage and bury myself within your heart so you can never forget me. ' for hermes
@astremourante | freeform~ ♥
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Hermes can't for the life of himself remember if Gods, Olympians, are even supposed to breathe. There's nothing written down anywhere to tell him how mortal they appear to be, when only the most spectacular of deaths can scratch them lightly.
But it certainly feels like, right now, he's forgotten how to anyway.
The air stills in his lungs. It's a miracle to have anything in him still at all, always vibrant, always rampant, always a hundred thousand miles a minuted, his eyes flicker too fast when he shifts his gaze, he rambles before he talks, he takes twenty steps at the pace of one, and he's always hurrying his own thought process along.
But Amelia...
Oh, Amelia...
Amelia always makes him falter. Makes him hard stop. Makes him halt in his step, dead in his tracks, stumble over himself without ever actually doing so. It's like finding a moment of silence amid loud-blowing wind, aggressive static, continued thinking.
It's thrilling.
The way he needs to take a moment.
The way he has to pause.
He has no idea if or how it'll settle, this sensation. Something new is always exciting, but will he grow to anticipate it, to ache for it, claw and growl for it?
Will he grow to resent it, to have it harden his jaw, make the breath he keeps taste acidic and rotten?
Will she reside in his rib cage at that point?
He looks down, noticing belatedly that he'd lost his focus on her, busy with ramifications and implications and cause and effect and butterflies and hurricanes and whatnot, completely sacrilegious when she's right there.
Oh, Amelia, beautiful and deadly, divine and gory. He doesn't know if she understands just how brightly she burns in the eyes of a god, and to think he's among the more... well... mellow of his kind. More reclusive even in the face of his chattering and running and his well I know just about anyone.
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How she makes him feel alive, makes him feel like staying still is worth the tremor in his legs, the ache burning through his veins urging him to keep moving, the cramps in his thighs, the whiny frustration building behind his eyes.
It all vanishes.
Just because she demands it.
"Metaphorically?" he asks, eyebrows lifted, pearly whites on display. He wants to eat her alive. He wants her to chew her way through the tissues inside his rib cage, wants her to tower over him with golden ichor on her fingers and teeth.
It's what she deserves, no?
"I would never forget you, Amelia, hey," he interrupts himself with laughter, back of his throat, wide-eyed, baffled and delighted, "I couldn't if I wanted to."
He leans in, down, careful to keep his twisting fingers behind his back, folded like a good, scolded child. He blows cool, sharp wind into her face, the kind that tastes uncomfortable and lung-engulfing like when you hold your face out of a care and the speed threatens to suffocate you.
Forgive him. He doesn't notice. He only cares about her lips, the count of her freckles - constellations that would make Heracles pale - the depth of her eyes.
"But you're welcome to do that, anyway. As a warranty, so to speak."
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healingheartdogs · 10 months
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The nice thing about having two really intelligent dogs is that they watch us interact with each other and learn things that way all the time. Rest/stay is not something I've really worked on with Eevee other than at doorways and baby gates because my dogs aren't allowed to rush entries and exits for safety reasons, but we use it with Hermes in lots of different contexts multiple times a day every day and his rest is very solid and generalized. Just a few minutes ago I told Hermes to rest so I could clean something up without him getting in the way or stepping in it but without specifying that I was talking only to him and Eevee also froze in place with him, stopped moving completely, and then eventually laid down (position switching is allowed during rest for my dogs just not directional movement, plus she's baby and I didn't actually mean to tell her to rest anyway so IDC regardless) still in her spot watching me clean and didn't break until I gave her a treat and released her along with him. I was cheering mentally for her the entire time but trying to contain my reaction until I gave them their release cue so she didn't get excited and break the rest before I was done cleaning because I've never used that command in that kind of situation with her before. She's so smart and good though, I love herrrrr
#i compare myself a lot to other non-disabled dog trainers and it makes me feel like my dogs are untrained messes a lot of the time#but then my dogs do something smart every now and then that reminds me that we do actually train small stuff daily like this#and I'm like oh yeah these are still the best trained dogs I've ever known IRL esp compared to the pet people I know#Hermes especially has a LOT of stuff I've taught him forever ago when i was in better health that he still remembers now#despite a lack of refresher training for a lot of it#and everytime he does something to remind me im like... oh shit i forgot youre actually smart as fuck and pretty well trained bro#like we havent worked on Hermes' emergency down/down at a distance in a long ass time#but a couple weeks ago Selene told Hermes to down from a distance and understandably at first he moved closer to her to down#so she started to indicate that was not what she wanted and before he was halfway to her or she even finished telling him#he turned himself around#went back to the EXACT spot he had been standing in#turned around again to face her in that spot#and then laid down and waited for her to come to him with the treat#literally haven't worked on that in years and wasnt expecting him to remember it#to the point where i was about to correct selene for even asking for it when we havent done it in so long without refresher training first#and then he DID IT#i love my dogs a lot and they're smart af thats it thats the TLDR
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bacon-neko · 6 months
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Nano 2023 Day 3
in which the boy finally gets a name drop
When the boy’s expression did nothing to soften, the war god huffed and scrubbed a hand over his face.
“Look,” he said. “We got off on the wrong foot.” He stood and waved his arms in a generous if sloppy bow. “My name is Ares, son of Zeus. You got a name?”
An inhale.
That’s all it took for the answer to flash across his mind.
“Keraunos,” he replied, the name slotting effortlessly into place alongside every other truth about himself. It comforted him—having a word for what he was, something to define his edges, to mark him out against the world—even made him forget pain, the panic, the body on the ground.
“Weird name,” said Ares, pulling him from his thoughts.
Offended, Keraunos scowled. “No, it’s not.”
“Sure it is, Thunderbolt,” Ares replied. “I mean, it’d be like if I was named Sharp Stick.”
“Well, it’s my name,” he insisted. “And I like it.”
Ares shrugged. “Suit yourself. Still. I thought you’d be named something… Different, I guess.”
He cocked his head. “Why?”
The war god huffed, frustration leaking out of his voice and into his hands. “I dunno, you’re just—” He cut off and turned.
Keraunos watched Ares pace—his twitching hands, his bared teeth and half attempted sneer, and his wide steps, careful to mind the limbs of the sprawled, headless Hermes. Keraunos watched and then settled back against the rock, before grabbing a random pine cone and rolling it absently in his hands.
“I’m just…?” he prompted.
Ares kicked at the ground. “Nothing. Forget it. Besides, we gotta get you outta here.”
“Why?” asked the boy as Ares stepped close and held out his hand.
“Cuz I don’t wanna be around when Athena catches on,” he said, shaking his hand when Keraunos stared at it absently and then finally pulling him up with a sigh. The boy winced and coughed, stumbling a little while Ares led him away, back to the horses.
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jacqcrisis · 1 year
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The one very funny thing about Forgot to Remember is the part where Charon is talking about the town moving on, and that's sad, but I had to HAD TO add a little aside implying he beat the shit out of Theseus for talking smack. Like Theseus is being snotty, bragging about crime rates being down ever since that 'vagrant' went missing or whatever (which is still partially secretly his fault but its been a few years and he's galaxy brained himself out of any guilt) and Charon finally snaps and drags his happy ass to the pit.
And he hasn't said a word about Hermes since.
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oh my gods y’all send best vibes possible
husbeast has a friend who thinks he can get husbeast a WFH job on his team making 60-65K or at least re-vamp his résumé and cover letter and help him find work in a similar role/salary and also maybe me too
please Hermes my man i need you now more than ever
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noxtivagus · 1 year
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oh my god . endwalker 🥹
#🌙.rambles#[ ffxiv. ]#i'm rambling so much oh my god i'm listening to endwalker ost n i'm crying shush#but um oh god this just brings back so many memories#yk before i really used to play ffxiv nearly everyday#now i. i think this is the first in this whole week?#'hush love close your eyes and in sleep abide as sun's distant light echoes down to dreams below'#ffxiv's effect of me is insane it just brings out. this vulnerable more soft part of me?#it's much easier for me to communicate in-game#sending letters. i love sending letters in-game. unfortunately it's only for per world though :<#i finally have a close friend yeah that plays ffxiv more actively n isn't in free trial yeah? she has a house so i put messages#listening to ffxiv endwalker's ost outside of the game feels so foreign to me honestly#listening to. 'each drop' just. my poor heart it makes me emotional in such a confusing way#it comforts me and it puts me at peace.. is that why it feels so foreign to me 🥹#i have a lot of memories tied to these osts#one for example hehe w this is yk hermes my beloved. when he talks to us of.. his dreams. his loneliness. of meteion and of the world#' to know that you too have experienced suffering...is a comfort '#bro really said that. i love him so much#dynamis is also just. it just sounds like hope.#ffxiv easily enables me to remember n it just makes me feel like myself. reminds me of all the love i have for life#it brings back a lot of memories#bcs it's something that's. despite my activeness in it may fluctuate it rlly has been something constant for the past two years n#a lot has changed. i've met a lot of people. made a lot of memories. so many things that i wouldn't even have dared would happen#and when i think of how much has grown in these years it just.. brings me so much peace. count my blessings yeah i'm just#i'm just so inexplicably happy to be alive still n have all this. n to think that in the future.. yeah loss in inevitable at some point but#i hope to retain what i can. to grow even more. to live on.. with. everything n everyone. yeah. i'll do my best#I'M SORRY IT'S LIKE 1:44 AM RN N I'M EMOTIONAL HFLKASDJFL
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bimollymauks · 2 years
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lets all just pretend that it hasn’t been six months since my last post okay?
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flowerwept · 2 years
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so my first wol (aka the account i play on) hates it when anyone compares her to azem or implies that shes part of azem regardless of the facts (resulting in a very fun awkward dynamic w ardbert at the end of 5.0 if i do say so myself pats myself on the back for this one) and when i was thinking about my second wol (aka the account i made first before i got overwhelmed and quit bc he’s a MRD and limsa lominsa is hell for newbies to navigate) i thought it’d be sexy if i made him opposite of that so basically he thinks he also somehow escaped the sundering bc he remembers his entire life as azem (except for the circumstances leading up to the final days and the sundering) and cant understand why his friends want him dead so bad but also that he cant accept them trying to destroy the source and then when he learns he actually got sundered he has an identity crisis over it.
anyways i think about him specifically irt fandaniel and hermes a lot and when fandaniel introduces himself with the moniker and leaving my guy to go ?!?!?!??!?????????????????????????????????? HUH????????????????
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