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Saw some old fanart I made of Hypnos back when Hades came out and wanted to draw him some more!✨Been missing this game for a while. Might revisit it.
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Tool: XP-Pen Artist 22 2nd Program: Clip Studio Paint EX
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The two most romantic lines in cinema history are "As you wish" from the Princess Bride and "I can fix that" from Holes.
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OMG requests are open! Could we have a fic of a little what-if interaction between reader from the x Pyrrhus (I don’t think there’s a solid name for it yet,) and WMFTD!Y/N? I’m loving the recent Pyrrhus fics i love me some toxic yaoi and I think it'd be fun to se those two interact. Am also interested to see Pyrrhus’ reader’s backstory and character be revealed because the concept so far interests me so much
I got a bad feeling about you.
Pyrrhus x Male Reader
Word count: 1.5k
Warnings: family issues, toxic relationships, no beta
Notes: thanks for waiting, sorry for the short length and I hope you enjoy this!  Didn’t go much into the background but got Y/N in there.
Link to part two and part one
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You knew something was up when all three of the Fury sisters showed up. You paused over your work, tension coiling around your stomach like an unwelcome snake. 
A man joined them, his golden hair bright like the sun. You knew that face, those blue eyes, those proud shoulders.
“Father.” Pyrrhus breathed, his own matching eyes widened in shock. He stood, the chains rattled with his movements.
Achilles offered a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
It was undeniable that Pyrrhus was Achilles’ flesh and blood. Both men looked like born kings, a father with a crown of gold and his son with his crown of scarlet. You couldn’t look away if you wanted to.
Then you saw him.  
The man beside Achilles moved like an imposing shadow, his expression cold and dark as Tartarus itself. He was tall for a moral, his mouth a hard line.
“What are you doing here, filth?” Pyrrhus snapped. 
“Don’t speak to him like that.” Achilles warned, approaching Pyrrhus with a head shake. Pyrrhus scoffed, “Truely, Father? Even now? I am the one in chains yet you still defend him.”
“Enough of this.” Achilles’ warning wasn’t directed towards you but you still shivered anyway. This wasn’t a man to cross. 
“I want to speak to you and the fury sisters are kind enough to bring me here.” Achilles nodded toward the sisters.
“Not with him here. I refuse.” Pyrrhus pointed at Achilles’ ‘son’ who didn’t even acknowledge his words beyond a scoff. Which made Pyrrhus snarl like a mad thing.
Achilles pitched the space between his eyes like he was already getting a headache. Not that his sons seemed to notice, too busy glaring at each other. Then with a nod, “Alright. We will do that.”
“We can take him and you somewhere else, Sir Achilles.” Megaera offered quietly.
“Just Achilles and yes, please.” 
You moved to get up, not wanting Pyrhuss to be alone with these people but he pinned you down with an icy stare. 
“Stay here.” He ordered as the sisters loosened his chains. You wanted to disagree but you knew it didn’t matter what you wanted. So you nodded unhappily.
You watched as the group left, Pyrrhus’ ruby red locks were the last thing you saw. Then you were alone. With him.
You glanced up, expecting disgust or smugness or something. This was the man who stole Pyrrhus’ birthright but you were surprised to find none of it.
There was no arrogance in his face, only a hard and watchful stare. His muscular form was heavily marked by scars. It reminded you of a street mutt, quietly waiting for his chance to strike.
If Pyrrhus was gleaming jewels and fanged beauty, this man before you was dark earth and plain stones, not even worth paving the road with. The complete opposite of Pyrrhus. 
He was handsome, you supposed. If one likes such dull, ugly things. And didn’t mind the lack of fine breeding. 
Then your eyes caught on something, a single gold thread that was wrapped around his neck. The thread was frayed, the shine almost gone. 
You frowned. He was a shade, or at least he should be one. You, Pyrrhus and everyone who had ever died all had their thread knotted off, forever weaved into their doom.
How unusual… the gods’ blessing perhaps?
You made yourself smile, neatly placing your needle down on the ash covered ground. It won’t be long before it crumbles anyway. 
Clasping your hands, you stood with your shoulders thrown back. Funny, how easily your princely training came back to you. For a moment, you could forget that you were covered in ash and wore only rags.
The man didn’t return your smile, his expression wary. Once a street mutt, always a street mutt, you supposed.
“I would say welcome to my humble abode.” Then you dropped your smile. “But you and I both know better.” 
He lifted an eyebrow, unimpressed. An expression that reminded you so much of Pyrrhus that you wanted to slap it off him. Maybe he learned it from Achilles, you mused.
“My apologies.” He said, his voice surprisingly deep. He sounded almost… amused. 
He glanced toward the bed, his eyes lingering on the spikes. You let out a quiet breath, glad to not be under his gaze. 
Pyrrhus had become easy to read, ruled by his inhuman rage. This man before was nothing like that. You didn’t like that you didn't know what this man wanted.
You had gotten used to danger, craved it even.
Only now the space was empty, void of the person who made wildfires looked tame. Your eyes darted to your joke of a tapestry. Complex geometry looked back at you, a tale only you and the fates knew.
Where did this man fit in the tapestry? You risked another glance at his neck, at the frayed thread. It was so thin, you almost couldn’t see it. If only you could reach out and just touch-
“I can ask Fury Megaera to move you to a different area when Pyrrhus returns.” He offered, crossing his powerful arms over his chest. “I would hate for anyone to have to deal with his tantrums.”
“Watch your tongue, Y/N” You spat out his name like it was an insult. To you, it was “I would like to see how polite you are when sleep deprived.”
He didn’t smile but his lips twitched. You waited for him to say something like Pyrrhus would, always needing the last word, to always win. However he remained quiet, like he was letting you have this victory out of pity.
You hated it. 
Pyrrhus felt like touching life itself, overwhelming and untamable. One was lucky if they escaped alive. It was a beautiful thing to be ruined by him.
This man before you was nothing, not even a reflection of Pyrrhus. You bowed your head, hands trembling as you tightened them into fists.
Flames roared around you, devouring everything-
“I see Pyrrhus and you have something in common.” He said, watching you out of the corner of his eyes. You jerked in surprise but before you could question him, you heard the sounds of returning footsteps. 
Achilles was a king among morals, not even death had robbed him of his regal glory. Golden and strong where others failed. However, you now noticed there were dark circles under his beautiful blue eyes, a tension to the line of his jaw.
He didn’t look at you but at his other ‘son’. They shared a glance then Achilles shook his head, tight fists by his side.
“Maybe next time, lad.”
He nodded. Achilles kept walking, and you watched him leave. He had the same proud shoulders that Pyrrhus did.
The man didn’t move. The false son of Achilles, a man you hated for the pain he caused, looked back at you. You met his unnerving stare head on, your chin jutted out. He leaned in, now the mutt was revealing his sharp teeth.
“I don’t know what you and Pyrrhus have going on but I would suggest not getting involved. That man is a monster.” He growled, his eyes burning into you like he could make you talk. 
“Take a good look in the mirror.” You hissed back, uncaring that this man probably could snap you like a stick. You weren’t wrong and both of you knew it.
He sighed, leaning away from you. “So be it. Good luck.”
And what surprised you, that he actually sounded like he meant it.
A moment later, you heard the sound of chain dragging. You whirled around, watching with bated breath as the furies bound him once more. He looked like a god locked in chains. Something unearthly, a beauty lost in ruins.
Your fingers twitched. You ached to run over and let him loose. The terror he could create upon the underworld would be nothing less than any of them deserved.
However his bloodshot eyes became stormy when he saw that you weren’t alone.
“Leave.” Pyrrhus snarled over the sound of the last chain locking in place. “I don’t want you here.”
“Funny that. I don’t want to be here.” The false son replied. With one last glance toward you, he walked over to Pyrrhus. The contrast between the two sons was never more stark than it was now.
Beautiful Pyrrhus, the right heir of Achilles, locked away while the worthless mutt was free to ruin everything. It made you sick.
He crouched in front of Pyrrhus and said something you couldn’t hear. Pyrrhus’ face went slack for a single moment. A heavy silence then Pyrrhus lunged forward, his hands almost wrapped around Y/N’s neck.
To his credit Y/N didn’t flitch, didn’t move back as Pyrrhus screamed and tried to move closer. Megaera pulled out her whip but Y/N held up a single hand to stop her. 
The fury gave him a questioning glance. The man shook his head.
He stood, heedless of Pyrrhus’ raging. “Our Father plans to come back. Don’t waste this chance.”
“Fuck off!” Pyrrhus howled, the chains shuddering under his efforts. The false son sighed like a disappointed parent and with a nod toward the furies, he took the same path Achilles did.
You took in a breath. There was something about that man that sucked up all the air in a room. 
The sound of metal clashing against stone reached your ears as Pyrrhus screamed over and over again, trashing against his chain. Later, when he calms down, you will tend to him and whisper secrets in his ears.
For now…
His screams of rage echoed out through all of Tartarus.
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The feature isn’t being removed for everyone at the same time. The contract Tumblr has with whoever the fuck it is ended on December 31st (I’m pretty sure at least) so it’ll be removed for everyone in the (hopefully) near future also happy new year
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I Know A Place
(just for you and me)
WMFTD: Drabbles
WMFTD!Y/N X Hypnos
Warnings: Fluff, kissing, AUs out of the wazoo, no beta.
Notes: 
More vibes that wouldn’t leave me alone. Something to hold over while I work on the poly fic that is quickly growing out of my control. Pyrrhus fic should be out soonish.
Enjoy the randomness.
Part one
Model (Sapphic AU)
The first time you saw her, it was on the cover of a glossy magazine in the grocery store. 
She didn’t look like a real person. The girl was all soft, tousled curls, so white they looked like clouds and a teasing glimpse of an elegant collarbone. Her expression was thoughtful, almost pouty with those full lips.
In a moment of pure teenage fantasy, you wondered how her mouth would feel against yours. She was far too pretty for some awkward high school jock in basketball shorts who felt far too bulky and too tall in her own body. 
But you could pretend. 
With a flush clawing up your neck, you allowed yourself to look again. She was a dream girl, one that not even your imagination could have created. 
The only obvious photoshopped part was her eyes. They looked like sun warmed honey. 
Surely, no human had eyes that golden.
Under her beautiful face, the words caught your attention.
‘Hypnos, daughter of the famous model Nyx, follows her mother’s footsteps!’ 
Without a single thought to stop yourself,you grabbed the magazine and held it close to your chest like a prize. One that you didn’t want to share. 
Carefully avoiding looking anyone in the eyes, you hurried to find your dad.
Achilles was murmuring to himself as he tried to remember which low-fat girl scout cookie that Patroclus had told him to get. You placed the magazine in the cart, trying to look completely normal.
Your dad blinked at you behind his glasses and he glanced down at the cart. There was a single beat of silence then he lifted an eyebrow at you.
“There is good skincare advice in there.” You murmured, staring far too hard at the store brand cookies. Your cheeks flushed hotly as you shoved your hands into your pockets.
“Skincare, huh?” Achilles said but didn’t tell you to put the magazine back. 
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(Years later)
As a bodyguard for the rich and stupid, you had seen plenty of shit. 
From a drugged up housewife that tried her damndest to kill off her husband’s affairs to a washed up movie star who tried to steal his dad’s private plane as he yelled about flying it into the sun, you had gotten truly skilled with keeping a cool head and putting out fires.
Zagreus - a former pop-star client and a sort of friend- had informed you of the fact that you were the world's best babysitter as you helped him clean up the puke off his Father’s prized Tesla.
This might be too much for you however.
Hypnos was almost completely bare, saved for a single red blanket pooled over her breasts and lap, her slender legs pressed together to give a false sense of modesty. She was utterly gorgeous.
It was both the worst and best thing to ever happen to you. 
“Tilt your head up, really give me that pouty look.” The photographer ordered Hypnos, who obeyed, her infamous white curls brushing against her chin.
“I wish she didn’t cut her hair into a damn bob.” Her agent bitched at you. “I told her that we were trying to get a contract for Aphrodite’s maidens and she required her models to have a specific look.”
You ignored him, eyes locked on the photographer and Hypnos.
The blunt cut of the bob suited Hypnos’ messy curls and willowy figure far as you were concerned. Aphrodite’s models all looked like clones of Aphrodite with long, flowing hair and the exact lush build and the same plastic smile, and it kinda freaked you out a little. 
The idea of the unique beauty of Hypnos getting diluted into something boring and repetitive made your stomach hurt.
Crossing your arms, you kept a careful eye toward the door. It was a well kept secret but Hypnos had a stalker. Not an uncommon occurrence with famous people but this one had managed to break into her house before you were hired on.
If Thanatos hadn’t been there to scare them off…
It had only gotten worse since then. The stalker had managed to get every place that Hypnos ever been. Her childhood home, Thanatos’ high rise loft even into Nyx’s gated mansion in the mountains. Her agent’s office, her friends’ home or place of work.
Nowhere was safe. Hypnos always had adorable, sleepy eyes but there were deep shadows in them now.
That stalker was in for a world of hurt if you ever get your hands on him.
Later, you went through the safe house, checking each room and windows. The address was unlisted, no one would find it. The cameras were connected to your phone, ready to alert you the moment something moved outside.
“You don’t have to do this every time.” Hypnos told you, bare face and wearing an old shirt that went almost to her knees. One side slipped down as she came in, revealing a bare shoulder. Her socks were a ridiculous print of dogs riding French fries. It was adorable.
You had seen her in little black dresses, formal wear that cost more that you made in a year with perfect hair and makeup but somehow like this, she was far more lovelier now than she was all dolled up. 
It was far too easy to imagine taking her to bed and lifting that too big shirt off her delicate body. 
You killed the thought like a bug and after double checking the window’s lock, you turned to face her.
Honey warm eyes met yours. 
For the longest time, you had thought her eyes were photoshopped or that she wore contact lenses. Only you have seen how the morning rays hit it, you have seen the way her eyes lit up when she gets home to her beloved dog or how they dulled when on a phone call with her mother.
Pure and golden like the sun and undeniable real. 
“Better safe than sorry, Ms. Hypnos.” You told her, keeping your tone cool.
Hypnos tucked her hair behind her ear, blinking at you slowly. There was a moment of silence and you resisted the urge to shift on your feet like a guilty child.
Then finally, she gave you a shy smile, her slim fingers resting on her collarbone and nodded toward the living room. 
“I can’t sleep. Wanna watch a movie with me?”
You should say no. You always kept a professional wall between yourself and clients. It was easy. Hypnos had been able to slip past those walls with an unnerving ease
Just say no.
“Sure.” You replied. “Popcorn?”
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Illness (modern au)
At first, Hypnos just thought he was exhausted from running around for all the holidays and the last days of work. By the time he got home, he had collapsed into bed, asleep before he could kiss you goodnight.
The next morning, he woke up to a stuffy nose. His whole face felt like it was burning up, the back of his throat hot and itchy. He moaned quietly, closing his somehow dry eyes. Everything hurts.
“Hypnos?” You croaked. It wasn’t the usual rough voice you woke up with, it was too reedy. Hypnos tried to respond but all that came out was a nasty cough. He covered his mouth as his fit continued.
He heard you murmuring a low swear, then your hands brushed against his too sensitive skin. You helped him sit up, rubbing his back until his fit stopped.
“I think we caught something, love.” You told him, your voice fading the more you spoke.
“Yay.” Hypnos muttered bitterly, leaning against you. He was lazy, sure but he hated being sick. It wasn’t a nice restful day but a horrible one.
At some point, you had managed to get him and you up enough to take some disgusting medicine then Hypnos collapsed into the pile of blankets on the pullout sofa. 
He listened to you moving around, somehow you also had just enough energy to make warm herbal tea for both you and him
Hypno blinked awake when you joined him, accepting the tea with a muttered ‘thanks’. 
“Gonna order some groceries and more medicine.” You told him in a faded voice. Hypnos nodded, sipping on his tea. He didn’t know if Patroclus taught you but somehow you always made tea taste just perfect. 
The day passed slowly in a haze of soup, coughing, more gross medicine - for real, do none of those people  who make the medicine have any taste buns?- trashy tv shows, balled up tissues and delicious tea.
Hypnos mocked the people and everything about the shows. his voice cracked and pathetic sounding. You would chuckle along, smiling faintly. Your large hand rested on his back, rubbing in gentle, smoothing circles as he ranted.
At some point, you dozed off, snoring quietly. Hypnos reached over, and tucked the blanket up higher to your chin. He snuggled in close, his head on your shoulder and took one of your hands in his.
With a contented sigh, Hypnos closed his tired eyes. If he had to be sick, he would want it to be with you. 
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Kidnapped (Viking AU, dark tw for slavery)
The hearth casted a warm glow in the home, chasing away the nip of the chilly air. Snow will be arriving before the next sunrise. 
The day had been long, filled with duties that must be tended to along with plans for the future sails. Typically, you would mull over everything with a pint of ale and some dried meat before going to your bed alone, lingering awake for hours sometimes.
But that had changed. Now you lay awake for an entirely new reason.
Your thrall paused over the pot, his slender fingers tightened on the wooden ladle. 
His golden eyes locked onto your form, his mouth tight with distrust. Then as if realized his disrespectful attitude, his eyes darted away as he bowed his head. 
Then he spoke. His voice was sweet as bells even if you couldn’t understand a single word of it. He hesitated then clumsily, “Welcome home, Master.”
You winced at the title. 
It wasn’t planned. You had never taken any slaves before and never wanted to. You meant to take a wife. One that wouldn’t mind a loveless and sexless marriage. 
But in some little settlement in a place of eternal summer, you found him during a night time raid. He had been alone and terrified yet you were captivated by him.
High cheekbones and a graceful build with hair so fair it looked like fresh snow. His eyes reminded you of the rare summer days, golden and filled with life. A child of winter and summer brought to form. 
Far too lovely for a mere moral. The goddess, Glorious Freyja, must have blessed him at birth.
He was so beautiful that you broke your own code. And you felt like a worthless bastard for it.
“You are improving.” You told him, each word enunciated. His brow furrowed until you offered up a slight smile. A moment later, he returned it before he returned to stirring the stew.
Your thrall had already placed most of the dinner on the table, warm bread and cheese awaited for you.  There were even colorful berries but you didn’t touch any of the food as you sat down.
He placed a full bowl in front of you but none for himself.
“Thrall.” You waited until he looked at you. Then you pointed at another bowl then at him. “You eat as well. This winter won’t be a kind one.”
He obeyed.
You didn’t want to admit it, used to being alone in your own home but there was something peaceful about sharing a meal with him. There was the great hall but often you needed time away from everyone. And their questions. 
Once dinner was finished, your thrall cleaned up between loud yawns, moving with a slow ease. You began tending to your blades with an eye toward your bow and arrows. 
You had already hunted enough but perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to make sure there was more meat available. Especially for your thrall. He wasn’t built for the harsh land like you were.
You glanced at him, watching the fine line of his back. He reminded you of wildflowers, pretty but easily crushed if not picked correctly. Before you could stop yourself, you called to him.
He blinked at you, placing the lid on the stew. 
You gestured to him to come to you as you stood up. Quietly, he did. His amber eyes narrowed at you like a distrustful cat. Truely, he must belong to Glorious Freyja. 
You grabbed his chin, making him meet your stare. He swallowed but didn’t pull away. His lips were full, stained red by the berries, like he had been kissed over and over by a lover. He was temptation itself. 
Heat pooled low in your stomach, the same dark need to conquer, to claim returned like fire in your blood before battle. It was the feeling you had the night you stole him away.  
“Will you tell me your name tonight?” You asked him, low and rough. It was the same question you asked every night. “You already know mine.”
You tapped on your chest with a free hand and repeated your name. Just like you had every night before. You knew he understood from the sharp glint in his eyes.
There was a moment of silence from him then he shook his head. With a quiet huff, you pressed your thumb on his lips. 
It would be easy. By law, he belonged to you. No one would stop you, hell most of them already thought you had already used him to warm your bed. 
He was yours to use as you pleased. 
But you weren’t a complete monster. Not yet. 
You let him go. He stumbled back, as if he was surprised you did.
“Finish your duties.” You ordered, your tone harsh. You turned your back to him, dismissing him.
You listened to his footsteps as he crossed the room to return to his work. You glanced down at your hands.
There was a slight tremble in your fingers, but you tightened it into a fist. 
Not yet.
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Spectrum (reincarnation au)
You choose the loukomades - or at least it was close enough, it was in a ball shape but heavy with honey coated layers inside. - without hesitation. The honey shone on the fried dough in the ship’s artificial sunlight. Somehow you knew Hypnos would like it.
The corgi-like alien with five eyes nodded up at you, their gloved hands wrapping up the pastries with neat and quick movements. The other one behind them worked on the coffee orders, rushing between stations with their stubby legs.
Out of everything humans had to offer, it was coffee, alcohol, grains, cane sugar along with honey and other sweeteners that blew up in popularity among the other races. It was always in high demand and good for trading. 
It was so popular that many aliens had trained for years just to make humans’ cuisine, running their own shops with unique twists on the food.
Many humans were still unused to aliens, but you had gotten used to it. They all were another creature trying to make a living. And you never minded anyone who could make a mean cup of joe.
You bent down to accept your order, dropping a heavy tip in the jar. 
Hypnos beamed at you when you joined him at the park bench. His wings fluttered, causing his curls to bounce, when he saw the food and coffee in your hands. You hated that your heart swelled just a bit at the sight. 
“Here.” You told him gruffly, sitting down next to him. Hypnos ignored your tone, digging to the pastry bag with glee.
“My favorite!” Hypnos gasped, popping a ball into his mouth with a joyful hum. His eyes closed in bliss.
You took a sip of your coffee, heavy and smooth with extra caffeine, as Hypnos devoured the sweets. And firmly ignored the soft, pleased moans as he ate. 
Then a loukoumade appeared before your eyes, caught between Hypnos’ slender fingers. He waved it at you. 
“Here, go on and have one, it is delicious. I think those guys added something else in there.” Hypnos remarked, narrowing his eyes at the innocent looking pastry. You scoffed. 
“No.”
“Yes.” 
“Hypnos, get that thing away-“ your warning was cut short as Hypnos shoved the food in your mouth. Thick, heavenly honey and warm bread exploded in your mouth but that wasn’t caught made you stilled.
Hypnos’ fingers were pressed against your lips. The touch was light, impossibly so but you swore that it carried the weight of Venus stardust. Hypnos shifted, closer to you now. 
Gorgeous sunlit eyes watched you.
“Tell me you remember this.” It was shaped like a question but something about his tone changed it into a statement.
You swallowed. 
For a moment you were no longer an overworked captain on a spaceship built from your parents’ dreams.  
The sea and skies were everblue twins, summer was a warm breeze with cries of seagulls and there was a beautiful Greek boy with pale curls and a big smile leading you through the endless backstreets. There was a real possibility of getting mugged but as he took your hand, you knew you would follow him off a cliff. 
You didn’t even know his name.
Eventually, he stopped in front of a bakery, his fingers locked with yours as he brought you in.
Then…
Other memories came in a blur. One with golden armor and a heavy spear in your hand. The smell of the sea, a worn map in your hand. Burning cities and screams.  Another life with charcoal stained nails, a smoke dangling between your lips. Another place and time, you were hiding the mud in a green uniform and a hard helmet as warplanes flew overhead. 
Hypnos were in all of them. 
You jerked back, grabbing his wrist. Panting like you ran a marathon, you glared down at him. 
Hypnos didn’t flinch as you tightened your hold, almost bruising his delicate flesh. You were torn between pushing him off the bench or yanking him closer, to know the feel of his honeyed lips against yours.
Because everytime he touched you, it felt like coming home. And that terrified you.
“Explain yourself.” You snarled in a whisper, shaking his wrist. “I brought you the goods. I saved your life. Now explain.”
Hypnos sighed, like he was disappointed but a fond smile grew anyway. 
“Fine. Always so stubborn.” He teased, like you and him were some old married couple. “Let's start at the beginning once more.”
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They’re canon your honor
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Are you still taking a break from dark stuff like yandere?
I am open for dark stuff rn.
Things are calming down so hopefully I will have some new fics out soon.
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MERRY CHRISTMAS!! I hope you have a good day today with lots of gifts, food, and happiness- you deserve it!!
Merry Christmas to you too!!!!! Hope your day was awesome and filled with joy and happiness. 🎄🎁🎄🎁🎄
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this isn’t a request, but I was wondering if you would ever write requests or content for Charon?
boat man is so so underrated </3
Aww yeah I am open to writing requests for Charon.
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Fic updates:
TLP: In process/ rewriting
Requests:
Poly tsc/wtftd fic: plotting
Strings!reader fic: plotting
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HIIIII!! I know I haven’t made playlists in a hot second, school is killing me and I’ve been sick every other week 😭
But, I finally sat down and analyzed Pyrrhus’s character enough to formulate a playlist. With him, I really wanted to dive more into his abandonment/daddy issues side rather than just his anger issues. I think that a lot of who he is now and all that he’s done wrong stems from Achilles and his own faults. Pyrrhus is a reflection of Achilles without Patroclus- he’s all that Achilles could’ve been, and Achilles is all that Pyrrhus might be if he finds someone to guide him. Pyrrhus didn’t have that guide, because although Thetis loved him, he wasn’t loved like a human, he was loved like a weapon. He was turned into something bad, and I truly do think that he can become better, that’s partly why I enjoyed your Pyrrhus x reader fic!
Here’s the link!
HIiiii!
Same here, I have been sick nonstop this year. I am so happy you enjoyed the fics! Thank you so much for the taking the time to make one for Pyrrhus especially since I know you are super busy and i hope you feel better soon. <3<3
And yeah you are spot on, Pyrrhus is like 99% Daddy Issues. I really liked how TSOA handled Pyrrhus and I kinda took it and ran with it. I do think that if Achilles had taken Pyrrhus back and raised his sons together, things could had turned out differently alas we will never fully know.
Pyrrhus would never admit it, he was a human and while he could be capable of redemption; it would have to something Pyrrhus needs accept and to do it for himself. Maybe someday. Eternity is a long, long time.
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