#Persephone🌷reader

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𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘—𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐱 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑: 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

[Name] spun around before jumping into Idia's arms, their eyes shining with joy.  

“Thank you! Thank you!” [Name] showered his face with sweet kisses, each touch sending delightful shivers through Idia, his yellow eyes widening in admiration. He melted under their affection, his blue fire hair flickering with a fervor that mirrored the passion in his heart.  

“It’s nothing… anything for you,” Idia whispered, his cheeks turning a bright red as he was enveloped by his fiancé. He felt so utterly, hopelessly happy that [Name] had planned a picnic date in the park. While the thought of being outdoors usually triggered a wave of anxiety, for [Name]'s radiant happiness, he would face any discomfort, any sunbeam, any stray butterfly.  

[Name] finally released him from their long embrace. “I’ll be right back! I just need to change!”  

Idia watched [Name] glide across the floor in their royal blue pajamas, a soft sigh escaping his lips. His eyes followed their every movement, glowing with unwavering affection.  

“Sevens,” he clutched his chest, suddenly aware of the rapid beat of his heart and the clamminess of his hands. “Oh, [Name], my beloved… I love them. More than all the data streams in the world.”  

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-  

Inside the greenhouse, the air was thick and sweet, a heavy floral scent that would typically send Idia into sensory overload, his internal processors buzzing with agitation. But with [Name] by his side, their presence a warm anchor in the fragrant chaos, even this felt… manageable.  

Sunlight streamed through the glass, creating a steamy, vibrant world that contrasted sharply with his cool, controlled room. Yet his yellow gaze, usually flitting nervously, remained fixed on [Name]'s radiant form. He settled onto the edge of the woven picnic blanket they had cheerfully laid out, his long legs bent awkwardly, his blue fire hair casting playful shadows on the vibrant foliage. He wasn’t particularly fond of this… plant sanctuary, but being in the same oxygen-rich space as [Name] transformed even the most verdant hellscape into paradise.  

“[Name],” Idia began, his voice a low murmur, infused with a tenderness he typically reserved for his most prized gaming consoles. “This is… quite a collection. You seem very comfortable here.” His yellow eyes followed the gentle curve of [Name]'s smile as they gestured at a particularly lush fern, its fronds unfurling like intricate green lace.  

[Name] smiled, their face bright against the backdrop of blossoms, a sight that made Idia’s nonexistent heart ache with longing as they arranged a colorful spread of sandwiches and fruit. “It’s nice to be surrounded by life, don’t you think? A change from the usual digital glow.” They looked genuinely happy, and Idia found himself not merely appreciating their enthusiasm, but cherishing it, wanting to bottle it and keep it safe forever. “Besides,” they added, their tone softening as their eyes met his, “I wanted to do something… different for us.”  

Idia’s gaze flickered to [Name], a hint of adoration softening his usually sharp features before he returned to observing the fascinating patterns on a nearby leaf, simply because it had caught [Name]'s attention moments before. “Different is… certainly accurate. You seem to know a lot about all of this.” He watched, captivated, as [Name] gently adjusted a delicate flower, their touch so tender it made his chest ache with longing he couldn’t quite express.

 [Name] giggled, their warmth a pleasant contrast to the humid air, a sound that resonated deep within Idia, chasing away the usual static of his thoughts. They offered him a small sandwich. “It was a big part of my life growing up. My mother had an agriculture business. We cultivated all sorts of things.”  

Idia accepted the sandwich, his fingers brushing against [Name]'s in a brief, electrifying contact that sent a jolt of pure joy through him. He took a bite, pondering their words with utmost seriousness. “Agriculture? So, less about optimizing network architecture and more about… soil composition?” He wasn’t being sarcastic; he was genuinely trying to understand this world that was so clearly important to his beloved.  

“Exactly!” [Name]'s eyes sparkled, a radiant light that could outshine any monitor, making Idia’s breath catch in his throat. “Though there’s a surprising amount of strategy and problem-solving involved, just in a different domain. We had to manage resources, predict yields, deal with pests… it was a whole system.”  

A comfortable silence enveloped them, punctuated by the gentle rustling of leaves and the soft buzz of insects, a silence that felt less like awkwardness and more like a shared tranquility in [Name]'s presence. [Name] didn’t push for constant chatter, seeming to instinctively understand Idia’s more introspective nature, their consideration deepening his affection. They simply enjoyed the shared space, and for Idia, being near [Name] was a symphony for his soul.  

After a while, [Name] pointed to a cluster of delicate white flowers hanging like tiny bells. “These are lily of the valley. They smell beautiful, but they’re actually quite toxic.” Idia’s yellow gaze followed theirs, a spark of genuine interest igniting in his eyes, not due to the poison, but because it was something that had captured [Name]'s attention. “Poisonous, huh? Interesting. So something so seemingly delicate can have such a… potent effect.” For a moment, his usual guardedness seemed to melt away, replaced by a quiet fascination with anything that held [Name]'s interest.  

They continued their quiet picnic, [Name] occasionally pointing out unique plants or explaining particular adaptations, their voice a sweet melody to Idia’s ears, while he offered thoughtful observations in return, his attempts to connect with [Name]'s passions clumsy yet heartfelt. It wasn’t a boisterous conversation, but a comfortable exchange, a quiet exploration of a world so different from his own, made beautiful simply by [Name]'s presence.  

[Name] gestured to a vibrant purple flower with intricate patterns. “This is a passionflower. Look at the complexity of its structure. It’s almost like natural engineering.”  

Idia leaned in, his eyes wide with fascination, not just at the flower, but at the way [Name]'s face lit up with enthusiasm. “You’re right. The arrangement of those filaments… it must be a master at attracting pollinators.” He found himself genuinely intrigued by the intricate design, a concept he hadn’t considered before, all because it was part of [Name]'s world.  

“[Name],” he said, his voice a bit more engaged than before, the hair at the crown of his head turning slightly pink. “Your mother’s business… what exactly did it entail?” He felt a genuine curiosity about this unexpected piece of [Name]'s past, a world so different from the digital landscapes he usually inhabited. The idea of anything being important to [Name] instantly made it important to him.  

“You mentioned your mother's agriculture business involved greenhouses and cultivation. Did you… do a lot of… outdoorsy things?”  

[Name]'s eyes lit up, a wide, genuine smile spreading across their face, a smile that Idia treasured more than any rare loot drop. “Oh, absolutely! While I learned a lot about the controlled environments of the greenhouses, the real fun was outside. Our property backed onto these huge, sprawling meadows. In the spring, they were carpeted with wildflowers – blues, yellows, purples, all mixed together. It was breathtaking.”  

They paused, their (e/c) gaze distant for a moment, as if reliving a cherished memory, a memory Idia longed to experience. “Evangeline, my personal maid, bless her patient soul, used to have a fit whenever I’d disappear into them. She’d always fret about me getting my dresses dirty or encountering some sort of… meadow creature.” [Name] chuckled, a sound that made Idia’s chest swell with affection. “But I loved it. Just running through the tall grass, feeling the wind in my hair… it was so freeing.” Idia listened, a faint smile playing on his lips, his eyes fixed on [Name]'s animated face.  

He could picture it, a vibrant splash of color against a backdrop of green, [Name]'s figure a joyful silhouette against the horizon. Their hair flowing with the wind while their eyes sparkled with that same beautiful light that always captivated him. It was a stark contrast to the controlled, often predictable environments he preferred, yet through [Name]'s vivid description, it held an undeniable allure.  

“And the waterfalls!” [Name] exclaimed, their voice gaining an even more enthusiastic lilt, a sound that was music to Idia’s ears. “There were these small waterfalls cascading down the rocks at the edge of our property, feeding into a little stream. On hot days, nothing beat wading into the cool water, feeling the spray on your face. Sometimes, if the water level was just right, I’d even try to jump behind the falls. Evangeline would practically have a heart attack!”  

They laughed, a bright, unrestrained sound that echoed softly in the tranquil garden, a sound Idia wished he could record and listen to on repeat. “She’d chase after me, her skirts hiked up, yelling about the potential for slippery rocks and hidden dangers. I’m sure she aged ten years every summer because of my waterfall adventures.”  

Idia found himself entranced, everything in the background fading away, leaving only [Name].  

He’d seen [Name] laugh before, but witnessing them speak so fondly, with the brightest smile he’d ever seen, filled him with an overwhelming tenderness. “So, a bit of a… daredevil then?” he asked, amusement lacing his tone, his yellow eyes sparkling with adoration.  

[Name] grinned mischievously, a look that Idia found utterly endearing. “Maybe a little. Life felt so much bigger and more exciting when I was exploring those meadows and splashing in those waterfalls. It was a different kind of learning than what happened in the greenhouses, but just as important, I think. It taught me about the raw, untamed beauty of the world.” They paused, their gaze softening, their eyes meeting Idia’s, and in that moment, he felt an inexplicable connection. “Though, looking back, I do feel a little bad for poor Evangeline. I put her through the wringer.”

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Later, as they were leisurely finishing a thermos of iced tea, a gentle breeze swept through the greenhouse, showering them with delicate pink petals. One of these petals landed softly in Idia’s blue fire hair, creating a vibrant contrast against his flickering flames. He remained completely unaware of the floral addition, his yellow eyes focused intently on [Name].

Reaching out slowly, [Name] gently plucked the petal from his hair, their fingers moving almost reverently. When their eyes met, an unhurried connection blossomed between them, filled with a quiet intimacy and an acceptance that transcended their differences. For a moment longer than usual, Idia’s typically darting yellow eyes held a steady gaze, revealing a hint of softness and vulnerability, a reflection of his boundless love for [Name]. 

“[Name],” he said softly, his voice barely rising above the gentle hum of the ventilation, afraid to disrupt their shared moment. “This… this place… it’s… not as bad as I thought it would be.” A faint blush dusted his pale cheeks, a testament to the profound effect [Name] had on him. “And… the food you brought… it’s decent.” A warm smile graced [Name]'s lips, a smile that Idia cherished more than any digital masterpiece. “Decent from you is high praise, Idia.”

A small, almost shy smile flickered across Idia’s lips, a rare and precious sight. “Don’t get any ideas. But yeah… it’s… okay.” He hesitated, glancing down at his hands before meeting their gaze again, his blue fire hair dimming slightly as he gathered his courage. “Spending time with you… it’s… okay too.” 

As they began to pack their things, their movements slow and deliberate, a comfortable silence enveloped them, filled with unspoken affection on Idia’s part. “Maybe… sometime… we could do something else… that’s not all… plant-y?” Idia suggested hesitantly, his yellow gaze fixed on the picnic basket as he carefully folded the blanket, wanting to prolong their time together. 

[Name]'s smile softened, their eyes sparkling with warmth as they looked at him. “I’d like that very much, Idia. What did you have in mind?” A small, genuine smile finally broke through Idia’s usually guarded expression, brimming with hope and adoration. “Maybe that new movie everyone’s talking about? Or just… chilling at my place?”

As they stepped out of the fragrant warmth of the greenhouse, the outside air felt crisp in comparison. Idia maintained a comfortable distance, but there was a subtle shift in his demeanor, a newfound ease that hadn’t been there before, all thanks to [Name]'s gentle influence. For Idia, this quiet afternoon amidst blooming chaos was a significant step, a precious moment of connection in their unique, unfolding story.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” [Name] replied, their voice filled with tenderness that made Idia’s blue hair flicker with renewed warmth.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the manicured lawns of the park as [Name] and Idia strolled along a paved path. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves in the trees, carrying the sounds of children laughing and birds chirping—sounds that usually grated on Idia’s nerves but now served as a pleasant backdrop to being near [Name]. Surprisingly, Idia hadn’t voiced any major objections to this “outdoor perambulation,” as he dryly called it, though he kept a wary eye on a group of energetic squirrels darting across their path, a small price to pay for [Name]'s happiness. 

They walked in comfortable silence for a while, their footsteps on the pavement blending with the soft sounds of the park around them. [Name] pointed out a vibrant patch of wildflowers blooming near a bench, their colors a striking contrast to the green grass. 

“Those are pretty,” [Name] commented, pausing for a moment, their eyes sparkling with appreciation. 

Idia glanced at them, maintaining a neutral expression, but his eyes held a flicker of interest simply because [Name] found them appealing. “They’re… colorful.” He didn’t elaborate, but the usual hint of dismissal was absent from his tone, replaced by a quiet acceptance of [Name]'s tastes. 

Continuing their walk, they reached a small pond where a few ducks paddled lazily. [Name] stopped to watch them, a soft smile gracing their face—a sight that always filled Idia with a profound sense of peace. 

“They seem pretty content,” [Name] mused gently. Idia observed the ducks for a moment, his usual guardedness softening as he considered anything that held [Name]'s attention. “I would hope they would. The most they need to worry about is hunting for food and not getting eaten.” 

[Name] chuckled softly, radiating warmth towards him. “You always find a practical way to look at things, don’t you?” Idia shrugged, an almost shy smile touching his lips, directed solely at [Name]. “It’s a habit.” 

They started walking again, the path winding through a grove of trees. Sunlight dappled through the leaves, creating shifting patterns on the ground. [Name] noticed Idia looking up at the canopy, a thoughtful expression on his face, his yellow eyes tracing the patterns of light and shadow. “It’s… quieter here,” Idia remarked, his voice softer than usual, the tension in his shoulders easing ever so slightly. “Less… chaotic.” 

“Yeah,” [Name] agreed, their hand brushing lightly against his arm, a touch that sent a pleasant warmth through Idia. “It can be nice to just… be still for a bit, surrounded by nature.” 

Idia didn’t respond immediately, but after a moment, he nodded slowly, his blue fire hair flickering gently in the dappled sunlight. “I suppose there’s a certain… lack of unnecessary stimuli.” 

They reached a small bridge arching over a trickling stream. [Name] leaned against the railing, gazing down at the water. Idia stood beside them, his hands tucked into his pockets, his yellow eyes fixed on [Name]'s serene profile. 

“You seem… more relaxed today,” [Name] observed gently, their gaze meeting his. Idia hesitated, then shrugged again, a slightly more open gesture this time, silently acknowledging the calming effect [Name] had on him. “No immediate deadlines or pressing concerns help lower my baseline level of anxiety.” 

A comfortable silence settled between them once more, but this time it felt different. It wasn’t the awkward quiet of their initial moments in the greenhouse, but a shared stillness, a quiet understanding that transcended words. They stood side-by-side, watching the water flow beneath the bridge, the sounds of the park creating a gentle backdrop to their unspoken connection—a connection that, for Idia, was the most precious thing in the world. 

As they began to walk back, the sun starting its descent in the sky and casting a warm golden glow over the park, [Name] noticed Idia looking around, his gaze lingering on the trees and open space, a hint of wonder in his usually guarded expression. “You know,” Idia said quietly, breaking the silence, his blue fire hair glowing softly in the fading light, “it’s… not entirely horrible being out here.” Although he didn’t sound overly enthusiastic, there was a genuine note in his voice that made [Name] smile, a testament to his willingness to step outside his comfort zone for them. 

“I’m glad you think so, Idia,” [Name] replied. He didn’t meet their gaze, but there was a subtle softening in his posture, a hint of peace blooming in his expression, a peace that blossomed solely in [Name]'s presence.

As they continued their walk, hand in hand, the setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink. It felt like a small, quiet victory, a gentle step forward in their unique way of connecting. The park, with its simple beauty and unhurried pace, had provided them with a different kind of space, a space where even Idia could find unexpected calm, all because he was sharing it with the one he loved with every fiber of his being.

“Me too,” [Name] murmured, their hand finding Idia’s, their fingers interlacing gently. Idia’s eyes widened slightly at the unexpected contact, a soft gasp escaping his lips, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his grip tightened ever so slightly, a silent acknowledgment of the warmth spreading through him at their touch.

The setting sun cast a golden halo around [Name], making them appear even more ethereal in Idia’s adoring gaze. He knew, with a certainty that resonated deep within him, that any discomfort or fear of the outside world was worth enduring a thousand times over, just to share moments like these with [Name]. 

Their hand in his felt like the most precious thing in the world, the most vital connection he could ever hope for. As they walked on, hand in hand, Idia realized that even in the simplest moments, with [Name] by his side, life was an adventure worth exploring.

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[flowerprose]

N A M E S A K E 🌷💀🏛️

for nanowrimo 2023

with my fourth rewrite officially started, it was time for an updated wip intro! some settings, conflicts, and character arcs have drastically changed, but we're hauling ass to finish this damn thing.

Genre: Myth retelling

Projected word count: 95,000

🏛️ SUMMARY

a hades and persephone myth retelling in which kore, newly dead, is taken to the underworld to rot as mortals do. when hades discovers she is the godly offspring of his older siblings, he tricks her into eating pomegranate seeds and siphons her abilities into his own domain, unleashing a curse that ultimately causes him to start to decay.

NAMESAKE explores stolen girlhood, death and rebirth, patriarchal structures, grief and atonement, and redeemed villains through lyrical, flowery prose. this novel is ideal for devourers of anne carson's translations, circe by madeline miller, and ardent readers of louise glück.

follow along as demeter receives her deserved redemption arc as her harrowing grief threatens the balance of life and death; kore blooms into persephone, queen of the underworld and polluter of the gaian realm with festering necromancy; and hades uncovers a love for humanity and what it means to have agency in a body robbed of it.

🌷 KORE / PERSEPHONE

flower maiden and queen of the underworld

a deathbound flower maiden lured into the underworld, where the rotten and fiendish welcome her home. as her flower-weaving evolves into necromancy and the routes to gaia emerge for the dead, she soon becomes lost in a world of carnivorous, wrathful summer, harnessed by her mother’s despair that has buried the realm in everlasting mourning.

💀 HADES

receiver of the dead and king of the underworld

a king-deity who's tired of the shadows and seeks to be the nightmare mortals dare not utter. but after succumbing to a vengeful curse that begins his undoing, hades loses his agency and godhood, and learns to survive without all the power and might his birthright afforded him. misanthropic goth king forfeits the body to bed a wife but finds the heart to love one.

🌾 DEMETER

mother earth and goddess of harvest & earth fertility

a mother who grieves a world without her beloved daughter. her disappearance creates a chain of events in which the dead spill into the land of the living while an unrelenting garden sweeps over the mortal plain and threatens to end all life.

nanowrimo ✨ official artwork ✨ writing tag

tag list: @mr-writes, @afoolandathief, @sapphic-story, @megarywrites, @blushroomx, @ozzie-scribe, @theskeletonprior, @muddshadow, @thepixiediaries, @nikkywrites, @bebewrites, @jhellfiregirls, @pinespittinink, @pink-prose-n-wiriters-woe, @phantomnations, @queenslayerbee, @antihell, @monstrousfreedom, @perasperaadastrawriting, @andromedaexists, @thebluesthourcommunity, @fearofahumanplanet, @bloodlessheirbyjacques, @stephwriteswords, @cljordan-imperium, @carminasolis, @kaatiba, @moondust-bard.

[audreyscribes]

Ω PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS MASTERLIST Ω WORKS:

"COOKIES" (CLARISSE LA RUE X READER) IMAGINE:

Synopsis: What happens when you combine cookies with a child of Iris, who becomes friends with a child of Ares.

"CARRY ON MY WAYWARD CHILD" Annabeth Chase/Thalia Grace/ Luke Castellan & Reader imagine: [1] [2] [3] [4] [Ao3 Link]

Synopsis: When a dream makes the reader unable to settle, they decide to take a walk, converting their dream to reality.

Reader encounters Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth on the run when they have a dream that makes them go out and see a sick Annabeth with a tired, injured Luke and Thalia. They take them in, saving them, and encounters them years later when they remembered a kind stranger.

*no specific pronouns or descriptions used. Referred to as Y/N. Roughly college/university age.

Ω PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST 📜

MAJOR GODS: {LINK}

🍇DIONYSUS🎭 [TUMBLR][AO3]

👟HERMES 🐍 [TUMBLR] [AO3]

⚒ HEPHAESTUS🔥 [TUMBLR] [AO3]

🕊APHRODITE💖 [TUMBLR] [AO3]

⚔ARES🐗 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🌕ARTEMIS🏹 [TUMBLR][AO3]

☀APOLLO🎶 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🦉ATHENA🧠 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🌾DEMETER🌽 [TUMBLR][AO3]

⚡ZEUS⚡ [TUMBLR][AO3]

💀HADES💎 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🌊POSEIDON🔱 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🔥 HESTIA 🏠 [TUMBLR][AO3]

👑HERA 💒 [TUMBLR][AO3]

MINOR GODS: {LINK}

🌈IRIS☮ [TUMBLR][AO3]

💤HYPNOS😴 [TUMBLR][AO3]

⚖ NEMESIS ♎ [TUMBLR] [AO3]

✌ NIKE🏆 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🥂HEBE🙏 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🍀 TYCHE🎰 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🔮 HECATE🌙 [TUMBLR][AO3]

MISCELLANEOUS GODS: {LINK}

{W A V E 1.0}

💀 PERSEPHONE💐 [PART1 | TUMBLR]\ [PART 2 | TUMBLR] \\[AO3]

🧝‍♀️MYSTERIOUS NYMPH(?) 🧝‍♂️ [PART1 | TUMBLR] \[PART 2 | TUMBLR] \\ [AO3]

🍎ERIS😈 [TUMBLR] \\[AO3]

🎶HARMONIA☮ [TUMBLR] \\ [AO3]

{W A V E 2.0}

💀 THANATOS 🦋 [TUMBLR] \\ [AO3]

💤 MORPHEUS💤 [TUMBLR] \\ [AO3]

🍃 ZEPHYROS🌷 [TUMBLR] \\ [AO3]

🔥PROMETHEUS🔥 [TUMBLR] \\ [AO3]

PRIMORDIAL GODS: {LINK}

🌌CHAOS🌌 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🌎GAEA 🌎 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🕳TARTARUS🕳 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

💘EROS💞 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

♟EREBUS🌑 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🌌NYX🌌 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🌄HEMERA ☀ [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🌫️OURANUS🌬️ [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🏔OUREA🗻 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🌊PONTUS🌊 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

???? EPILOGUE ??? [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

[aimee-maroux]

February Newsletter: Hearts, Hearts Everywhere! 💕

Hello my lovelies,

I wrote in my goals for 2025 that I want to regularly post newsletters this year and lo and behold, this is the start!

Happy Valentine's Day and I hope you enjoy this curation of love-themed stories and articles. 🌹

Guide to your Athenian Wedding 💍

The ancient Greek "wedding season" was early in the year due to the anniversary of Zeus' and Hera's wedding on 27 Gamelion. In our calendar the month of Gamelion roughly lies between January and February due to following the moon phases rather than the sun. So it's the perfect time to learn how to throw a big, fat, ancient Greek wedding! Learn all about it here!

Greek Mythology's Sweetest Love Stories 🥰

I only published it two days ago but in case you missed it: I made a list of sweet, happy love stories from Greek mythology including happy gay couples. Did I include your fave? These are mine but what is your favourite love story in Greek myth?

Pre-order Punderworld 💸

@sigeel's pun-filled retelling of the story of Hades and Persephone goes into round 2 in September 2025. You can follow the comic's regular updates on webtoons and Tapas but it's well worth to own in "dead tree form" for the beautiful cover art alone. Pre-order Punderworld Volume 2 in print or e-book format at a discount and support an absolutely amazing indie creator!

Anthesteria 🌷

According to Hellenion's calendar, the Athenian Anthesteria festival in honour of Dionysos was this week. In antiquity it lasted three days, from the 11th to the 13th of the month of Anthesterion. A revival has been celebrated in Athens last weekend. The Anthesteria festival celebrates the beginning of Spring and in particular the maturing of the wine stored at the previous vintage, whose pithoi (storage-jars) were now ceremoniously opened. If you want a fun and entertaining introduction to the Anthesteria (with some brief strap-on action no less!), I highly recommend the comic Anthesteria by @a-gnosis. Follow her for regular updates of her most recent comic Queen of the Dead.

Girl On The Net Valentine's Dates 💏

If you have a special someone (lucky you!) and are looking for romantic date ideas to show them your love and celebrate your hots for one another, Girl On The Net has a dozen cute and sexy date ideas for you! Most of her ideas don't even cost a penny and focus on having fun and getting to know your partner even better. My personal favourites are the "taste test" and the "little joys bucket list". Seriously a whole list of great ideas! Check them out here.

Egyptian mythology Valentine's card 💌

My brilliant Egyptian mythology-loving illustrator @sinistersinita created a beautiful Valentine's card of the Egyptian god Seth last year for you to enjoy and download. Find it here!

Wanton Weekly Erotica Newsletter 📝

I have submitted two of my stories to the Wanton Weekly newsletter to see if I get any interest. The numbers are still out but I like the idea of a weekly newsletter with sexy stories, comics, and podcasts published in the past week. The format could be more reader-friendly in my opinion but check it out for yourself.

Latest Erotic Mythology Posts 🔥

The Sweetest Love Stories in Greek Mythology

Fiction: A Little Luxury (F / F)

Fiction: Glorious and Terrible (Penthesileia / Erinyes)

My Goals for 2025 and my 2024 in Review

Fiction: Energized (Amphitrite / Hera)

Fiction: Nuts for the Cindermaid

Migrated Posts: These are not new but now available on the website too instead of just Patreon.

Non-Fiction: Apollon and Branchos Introducing the real life myth of how Apollon and Branchos kissed in the woods and then they were boyfriends.

Non-Fiction: Apollon's Prophetic Children and Lovers The most famous and renowned seers in Greek mythology are either Apollon's children or lovers.

Upcoming: Even more lesfic in form of a sapphic Klytaimnestra / Erinyes foursome and a bit of fairytale magic with the second part of Nuts for the Cindermaid. Latest prompt ahead in the polls is Loki masturbating with Thor's hammer (not a euphemism), so look out for that too!

May Queen Hera smile upon your relationship and Golden Aphrodite add the needed spice. 💖

Love, Aimée

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🦇 Persephone Made Me Do It Book Review 🦇

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐

⚠️ Trigger Warnings: Abuse, Death, Rape, Sexual Assault, Toxic Relationships, Abduction/Kindapping, Grief, Trauma, Death

❝ The end of every survival story: I wasn't ready to become what I had to become. ❞

❓ #QOTD Who is your favorite goddess? OR fill in the blanks: I am ___, goddess of ___. ❓ ❝ I was a princess until I was old enough to be a bitch. ❞

🦇 In her latest poetry collection, Trista Mateer blends together mythology, tarot, poetry, and conversation to reveal a new side of a very old story. Alternating between the perspectives of a poet and a goddess, Persephone’s lore is explored, related to modern issues, and ultimately reclaimed. Her poetry is a reminder that every woman is a series of poetic corrections. Even with flowers in her hair, a goddess like Persephone can be out for blood. This is the third book in Mateer's Myth and Magick series.

💜 As always, Trista Mateer coveys the perfect balance of love and heartache. Her writing opens old wounds and spills shared experiences of motherhood, girlhood, survival, and self-affirmation. Each poem is emotional and raw, matched with striking illustrations (many of which are designed as modernized, collage-like tarot cards). Mateer pulls inspiration from familiar Greek myths, thereby infusing her personal experiences with magic and power. These pieces are a reminder that women--fictional figures in beloved Greek myths and the real women in our everyday lives--survive and endure so much, but never go down without a fight.

🦇 These poems are brutally honest and empowering, but they're not for everyone. Of the three in this series, I believe this one is the most difficult to swallow. Though some of the themes are universal, many readers might struggle to identify with some of the poetry's harsher themes. The collages, while attention-grabbing, are often hit-or-miss. While some enhance Mateer's poetry, others distract from the central themes.

🦇 Recommended to fans of Nikita Gill's Great Goddesses and Rupi Kaur's The Sun and Her Flowers.

✨ The Vibes ✨ 🌿 Feminist Verse 🌻 Mythology References 🌸 Part of a Series 🌷 Real and Raw 🌼 Art and Collages

🦇 Major thanks to the author @tristamateer and publisher @centavebooks for providing an ARC of this book via Netgalley. 🥰 This does not affect my opinion regarding the book.

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𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘—𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐱 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐: 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

[Name] spent much of the day exploring the shadowy nooks of the mansion, feeling a curious mix of loneliness and intrigue tug at their heart. The vibrant pink rose, a stark contrast to the room's muted tones, served as a silent reminder of their peculiar agreement. Every time they glanced at it, a surge of anxiety intertwined with a newfound resolve coursed through them.

Their thoughts drifted back to their encounter with Idia, his surprised eyes and flushed cheeks lingering in their mind. They had called him 'adorable,' a word that echoed through the empty hallways. It was impossible to shake the sensation that they had discovered a hidden, tender side of him.

As twilight enveloped the underworld in deep purples and indigos, [Name] felt an undeniable urge to return to their room. The rose glimmered softly in the dim light, radiating warmth. They reached out, their fingers brushing against the delicate curve of a petal.

A gentle knock at the door startled them. “May I come in?” Idia's hesitant voice filtered through the thick wood.

“Of course,” [Name] replied, their heart racing. Idia entered, his gaze glued to the floor, clutching a bouquet of flowers bursting with vivid colors—a sharp contrast to his usual reserved nature. Among the familiar roses were delicate, bell-shaped flowers in deep blue and purple, their petals shimmering with an ethereal glow.

“I… um… Ortho suggested these,” he stuttered, extending the bouquet toward [Name]. “He said they’re… appropriate.”

[Name] accepted the flowers, their fingers grazing Idia’s. “They’re beautiful,” they whispered, their gaze lingering on the unusual, shimmering blooms. “What kind are they?”

“They’re… underworld nightbells,” Idia mumbled, still avoiding eye contact. “They bloom only in twilight, and they… symbolize… unspoken feelings.”

A shy smile crept across [Name]’s face. “Unspoken feelings?” they repeated softly.

Idia nodded, fiddling with the edge of his sleeve. “Yeah… and I wanted to apologize for running off like that.”

[Name] smiled warmly, their eyes lighting up. “There’s no need to apologize. I found it… charming.”

Idia’s head snapped up, his yellow eyes widening. “Charming?”

“Yes,” [Name] said, their voice gentle. “You’re… unique. And I appreciate that.”

A comfortable silence settled between them, interrupted only by the soft hum of the nightbells. [Name] carefully placed the flowers in a vase, their movements deliberate and graceful.

“So,” they said, turning to Idia, “tell me more about this Premo! group. What are their songs about?”

Idia's eyes brightened, and he launched into a detailed explanation, his initial awkwardness dissipating as he passionately discussed his favorite idols. [Name] listened intently, captivated by his enthusiasm, feeling warmth bloom in their heart at the sight of his genuine passion.

As the night deepened, [Name] noticed a flicker of sadness in Idia’s eyes.

“Is something bothering you?” they asked, concern woven into their voice.

Idia hesitated, then sighed. “Did you know about this whole… arrangement?”

“No," [Name] replied carefully, their tone steady. Idia’s eyes brimmed with guilt, darting away from [Name].

“I’m sorry, all of this happened because I’m such a recluse and—” Idia’s words spilled out in a hopeless apology.

Suddenly, propelled by an impulse they couldn’t quite explain, [Name] acted. They reached out, hands resting on Idia's shoulders, and gently pushed him back until he lay on the soft cushions of the couch. Idia’s eyes widened, a mix of surprise and something akin to anticipation flickering in them.

“[Name], I—” Idia began, only to be silenced as [Name] placed their delicate hands over his mouth. They hovered above him, their gaze locked onto his. The dim light cast shadows across his face, highlighting his delicate cheekbones and the soft flame of his hair. "I think I can learn to love you, Idia,” they whispered softly.

Idia’s breath hitched, and he swallowed hard. "Me? I think I already love you, [Name]," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

[Name] let out a small giggle at the awestruck expression on Idia’s face. Who could blame him when he was practically being confessed to by an angel? “Sevens, Idia.” They paused, “We should do this the right way! You know, go on dates,” their eyes searching his for a response.

A soft gasp escaped Idia's lips, and his eyes fluttered closed for a moment. When they opened again, they sparkled with disbelief and raw longing. "You actually want to get married? To me?"

“Only if you want to, of course.” [Name] sat up, still slightly hovering above Idia, catching a glimpse of the rose pulse in the corner of their eye.

Idia’s pale cheeks flushed a vibrant blue, a stark contrast to his usual complexion. He sat up abruptly, nearly knocking [Name] off balance. “Married? Dates? You… you’re serious?”

[Name] nodded, their expression sincere. “Yes, Idia. I’m serious. I want to get to know you. The real you, not just the reclusive gamer or the reluctant contract partner.” They reached out, gently cupping his face in their hands. “I see something in you, Idia. Something… special.”

Idia’s breath hitched, leaning into their touch, his eyes searching theirs for any hint of deception. “But… why me? I’m… I’m not exactly the most… social person.”

[Name] smiled, their fingers tracing the delicate contours of his cheekbones. “That’s part of what makes you unique. And I find that… endearing.” They paused, their gaze softening. “Besides, I think we have a lot in common. We both feel a little out of place, don’t we?”

Idia nodded slowly, his eyes reflecting the gentle glow of the nightbells. “Yeah… I guess we do.”

“So,” [Name] said, a playful glint in their eyes, “how about that date? Where would you like to go?”

Idia’s mind raced, trying to think of a place that would be both appropriate and… him. “Um… well, there’s this VR arcade… it’s got retro games and a really good simulation of a bunch of different idol concerts.”

[Name] chuckled, their eyes sparkling. “A VR arcade? That sounds… interesting. I’d love to go.”

Idia’s face lit up, a genuine smile breaking across his lips. “Really? You would?”

“Of course,” [Name] replied, their voice warm. “And after that, maybe we could try some of the local cuisine? I’ve heard the underworld has some… unique delicacies.”

Idia’s eyes widened, a flicker of apprehension crossing his features. “Uh… yeah, about that… the food here can be… intense. Maybe we should start with something… milder?”

[Name] laughed, their voice light and melodic. “Alright, alright. We’ll start slow. But I’m still curious. I want to experience everything this world has to offer, including the food.”

Idia nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “Okay. But… I’ll be your guide. I’ll make sure you don’t eat anything… too adventurous.”

A comfortable silence settled between them, broken only by the gentle hum of the nightbells. [Name] leaned closer, their eyes fixed on Idia’s.

“So,” they whispered, their voice warm and playful, “when is this date of ours?”

Idia swallowed, his cheeks flushing red again. “How about… tomorrow? After the sun sets?”

“Perfect,” [Name] replied, their smile widening. “I’ll be waiting.” They rose from the couch, their movements graceful and fluid. “Now, I think we both need some rest. Tomorrow is going to be a big day.”

Idia nodded, his eyes following [Name] as they walked toward the door. “Yeah… goodnight, [Name].”

“Goodnight, Idia,” [Name] replied, turning back to offer him a soft, reassuring smile. As they closed the door behind them, they leaned against the cool wood, a gentle warmth spreading through their chest. They couldn’t shake the thrill of excitement for what the future held. It seemed their unusual pact had taken an unexpected but undeniably delightful turn. [Name] turned to face the rose.

“You might just get to live,” they said, tracing the doorknob.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

The flickering neon lights of Idia’s room cast long, distorted shadows across the mountains of discarded energy drink cans and tangled cables. Ortho floated nearby, his digital eyes blinking cheerfully as Idia frantically rifled through a pile of clothing that looked like it had been ejected from a digital clown car.

“Ortho, are you sure this cape and these light-up sneakers are ‘date appropriate’?” Idia’s voice wavered, his reflection in the nearest monitor showing a nervous, blue-haired figure in a truly… unique outfit.

Ortho’s cheerful, robotic voice replied, “Affirmative! According to my data, capes are fashionable, and light-up sneakers express individuality!”

Idia groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Individuality is going to make [Name] think I’m a malfunctioning anime protagonist!” He pulled a holographic scarf from the pile, its pixels shimmering with an array of colors. “And this? This looks like a seizure waiting to happen!”

“But [Name] said they appreciate your… uniqueness,” Ortho countered, tilting his head. “Perhaps this ensemble will demonstrate your… captivating eccentricity?”

Idia glared at his reflection. “Captivating eccentricity is not what you wear on a first date!” He tossed the scarf aside, sending a cascade of digital butterflies scattering across the room. “I need something… normal. Something… not… this!” He gestured wildly at the chaotic pile of clothing.

His internal monologue was a cacophony of panicked thoughts. What if I spill my drink? What if I say something stupid? What if she realizes I'm just a socially awkward hermit who spends all his time in VR? He pulled up a holographic screen displaying a series of articles titled “Date Etiquette for Recluses” and “How to Not Embarrass Yourself in Public.”

“Ortho, have you downloaded the ‘How to Human’ update?” he asked, scrolling through the articles with increasing anxiety. “Affirmative! I have also compiled a list of conversation topics based on [Name]’s interests,” Ortho replied, displaying a scrolling list of keywords: “Underworld flora, Premo! discography, non-Euclidean geometry…”

Idia’s eyes widened. “Non-Euclidean geometry? Ortho, that’s not a date topic! That’s a lecture topic!”

“But you are quite knowledgeable in that area,” Ortho reasoned. “Perhaps you could impress [Name] with your intellectual prowess?”

Idia sighed, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “I’m trying to impress her with my… charm, not my ability to explain fourth-dimensional shapes!” He grabbed a plain black hoodie from the floor, his shoulders slumping. “Maybe I should just stay in my room. It’s safer here.”

“Negative. Staying in your room would violate the terms of your agreement,” Ortho reminded him, his tone surprisingly firm. “And [Name] is expecting you.”

Idia groaned, but deep down, a flicker of excitement battled his anxiety. He glanced at the clock, its digital numbers glowing a menacing red. “Sevens… I’m going to be late.” He grabbed the black hoodie, pulling it on with a sigh. “Okay, okay. Just breathe. Be cool. Be… human.”

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. “Ortho, cancel the ‘Date Etiquette’ articles. And please, no more fashion advice. Just… wish me luck.” Ortho’s digital eyes blinked reassuringly. “Affirmative. Good luck, brother. I am sure [Name] will enjoy your company.”

Idia nodded, a nervous smile creeping onto his lips. He took one last look in the mirror, his reflection showing a slightly less chaotic, but still undeniably anxious, version of himself. He took a deep breath, and with a final, determined sigh, he stepped out of his room, ready to face the terrors of a date.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Idia made his way through the dimly lit corridors of S.T.Y.X., his footsteps echoing softly in the stillness. Each step felt monumental, with his heart racing like a trapped hummingbird against his ribs. He clutched a small velvet box in his hand, a last-minute gift he had chosen—a stunning pink flower charm that unfurled in response to strong emotions! He hoped it wouldn't be too overwhelming.

When he arrived at the meeting spot, a secluded garden glowing softly in the twilight, he spotted [Name] already there, standing gracefully near a cluster of nightbells, their silhouette striking against the deepening purple sky.

They wore a flowing dress in twilight hues, the fabric subtly shimmering in the dim light. Idia’s breath caught in his throat. They looked absolutely stunning.

“[Name],” he managed to say, his voice barely a whisper.

[Name] turned, their eyes lighting up upon seeing him. “Idia! You made it.” A warm smile spread across their face, intensifying his nervous flutter. “You look… nice.” Idia blushed, his cheeks turning a soft pink. “Uh… thanks. You—you look amazing.” He stammered, his gaze flickering away, then back, drawn to their radiant presence. He extended the velvet box. “I, uh… brought you something.”

[Name] accepted the box, their fingers brushing against his. A soft gasp escaped their lips as they opened it to reveal a lovely Dahlia flower charm. “Idia, this is beautiful!” They looked up at him, their eyes sparkling with genuine delight. “You know you didn’t have to…?”

“I’m glad,” Idia mumbled, his gaze fixed on the ground. “I thought… since you liked the flowers I got you…”

[Name] smiled, a gentle, understanding smile that made his heart flutter. “I love it. Thank you, Idia. It’s perfect.” They carefully placed the charm in their pocket. “So, are you ready for our… adventure?”

Idia nodded, his nervousness easing a bit. “Yeah. The VR arcade is… this way.” He led them through a hidden passage, a shortcut known only to him, his fingers brushing against [Name]'s arm. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through him, causing him to stumble slightly.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

The arcade was a sensory overload, a symphony of flashing lights, synthesized music, and the excited chatter of fellow gamers. Idia, however, seemed perfectly at home, his eyes sparkling as he navigated the maze of virtual reality booths. He brought [Name] to a booth for Dance Dance Revolution, the stage illuminated by holographic lights and the music pulsing through the air.

As the game began, Idia’s initial awkwardness melted away, replaced by a passionate enthusiasm. He sang along to the tunes, his voice surprisingly melodic, and explained the intricate choreography with a fervor that made [Name] smile.

[Name] watched him, captivated by his animated features. They had never seen him so… alive. He was no longer the reclusive gamer or the reluctant contract partner. He was simply Idia, a passionate fan, a talented singer, a surprisingly charming person.

After Dance Dance Revolution, they explored the arcade, trying out various games and simulations. Idia's skills were impressive, his movements precise and fluid, and his reflexes lightning-fast. [Name] laughed as he effortlessly defeated virtual monsters and navigated complex simulations, his excitement infectious.

As the night wore on, they left the arcade, the neon lights fading behind them. Idia led them to a small, secluded café tucked away in a quiet corner of the underworld. The café was dimly lit, with tables bathed in the soft glow of enchanted lanterns.

“This place serves… milder underworld cuisine,” Idia explained, his voice slightly hesitant. “I thought we could start with something… simple.”

They ordered a selection of sweet pastries and glowing teas, the flavors surprisingly delicate and refreshing. As they dined, their conversation flowed easily. Idia talked about his favorite games, his passion for technology, his fascination with the digital world, and his life at NRC. [Name] listened intently, asking questions that drew him out of his shell.

As they spoke, [Name] noticed a subtle shift in Idia’s demeanor. He was still shy and reserved, but there was a newfound openness in his eyes, a vulnerability that made their heart ache.

“Idia,” they said softly, reaching across the table to take his hand. “This has been wonderful.”

Idia’s cheeks flushed a delicate blue, his eyes fixed on their intertwined hands. “Yeah… me too.” He paused, his voice barely above a whisper. “I… I had a really good time.”

A comfortable silence settled between them, broken only by the soft hum of the enchanted lanterns. [Name] squeezed his hand gently, their eyes meeting his. “So,” they said, their voice laced with playful warmth, “when is our next date?”

Thank you so much for reading🤍 What if I told you that [Name] was actually very possessive…?😈 I can already imagine how the Ghost Wedding event going down💀💀

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