#azem kytheon

[tallbluelady]

Minthe was certain she was going to win "How Many Flowers Can You Put In Kyth's Beard?" with her precise touch.

[yloiseconeillants]

MAYNCIENT :: Day 3 - Friends

She's got a lot of them!

Iris and Ariadne are my terrible ancients

Icarus - @hermits-hovel

Timoria - @lilbittymonster; Minthe @tallbluelady

Panthea - @whatsthisascianbullshit; Erasmos - @azure-dragonsinger

Ares Nemo - @abyssalmermaiden

Mnemosyne - @hermits-hovel; Outis - @mythandral

Kytheon - @mythandral

[mythandral]

my azem, Kytheon. his tattoos are very important to him so as soon as he’s out of Amarout the robe is gone.

[tallbluelady]

Context will not really help this one, sorry.

Featuring a slightly more terse than usual Kytheon (@mythandral)

Bonus:

[tallbluelady]

Kyth's Tits Fanclub Founder and Co-Chair, Minthe.

(Special thanks to @mythandral for the continuous blessing that is Kyth.)

[tallbluelady]

50. Self-loving time: show us a creation you want your followers to see!

Okay. So something happened to the original prompt I had and this particular ask has been sitting in my inbox so...

🤜 - Punching something. (Featuring @mythandral's Kytheon)

Minthe woke to the sounds of someone grunting in the other room. Tracing the details of the last night in her head, that someone was Kytheon, and she smiled at the memory of their evening shared together. Finding the morning air cold, she donned a robe and entered the other room.

She stopped in the doorway and tilted her head. As far as Minthe could tell, Kytheon was punching and kicking at some invisible foe. She watched for a minute, realizing his actions were more akin to a dance of some sort than combat. He stopped when he saw her.

"Oh, good morning!" Kyth smiled broadly.

"Morning," Minthe said, "Did you learn that dance from your travels?"

"You could say that. Fresh coffee in the carafe if you want any."

She shook her head and poured a mug. "You're always such a host, even when it's not your house."

"That's not a problem, is it? Just used the stuff on the counter."

"Oh, no you're fine. I'm just... reevaluating my opinion of you."

Kyth chuckled. "For the better I hope."

"Yes, for the better." Minthe took a sip of coffee. "I hate to say that I never imagined that you have as much depth as you do."

"I hate to say that it's probably all Emet-Selch's fault, but... I am saying it." He winked at her.

"Ha. You're really not wrong there. Hades never liked anyone who breaks out of Amaroutine society like you do, and you got on the Convocation before he did."

"Getting out of this city truly does wonders for the soul, Minthe."

"I think I can see it. Because at first, I thought you were amazing for being able to push against the grain and enjoy yourself while doing it. Honestly, when I would see you I'd think, 'now there's someone who knows how to have a good time'."

"I mean I do know how to have a good time." He sat at a bar stool, eyes bright and full of levity.

"But that's not it. Not all of it. You... you help people. You really care about them. You listen to people blather on about their day but you never stop smiling. It's truly admirable is what it is."

Kyth shrugged. "All part of the job."

"I think that's why Venat got you the job."

"Hm. You're very perceptive, d'you know that?"

"There's a lot to perceive in this world." Minthe shrugged. "And I've been told I have the eyes and ears to see it all."

"Your aethersight thing, right?"

She nodded. "Down to each mote of aether. And almost past that, sometimes. But only one thing at a time."

"Oh, that's still incredible. I only know you're made of aether because someone told me."

Minthe tilted her head. "Really? You... don't..." She could only motion with her hands to avoid being insulting.

"Don't worry about it, Minthe. I'm not ashamed of it. Just have different talents."

"I think if more people had your talents we'd be in a better place."

Kytheon smiled again, his eyes sparkling. Minthe smiled back, and it was enough to just enjoy his company.

Thanks for the prompt/ask/indulging me!

[yloiseconeillants]

We'll meet again Don't know where Don't know when But I know we'll meet again Some sunny day

Finally posed that rooftop party I have been threatening to pose since I moved to pc, with 15 minutes to spare before maintenance, even. The GAP and friends are (first photo, left to right):

Outis @mythandral

Mnemosyne @hermits-hovel

Hades, our Collective OC

Minthe @tallbluelady

Daedalus @azure-dragonsinger

Erasmos @azure-dragonsinger

Icarus @hermits-hovel

Kytheon @mythandral

Timoria @lilbittymonster

Panthea @whatsthisascianbullshit

Ares Nemo @abyssalmermaiden

Iris and Ariadne are my awful clowns

[yloiseconeillants]

IS IT BEACH EPISODE LONG POST TIME?

IT'S BEACH EPISODE LONG POST TIME!

in which the greater amaurot polycule and associates are invited to ariadne's family dacha (apparently there's a beach). the blorbos are:

kytheon (fiendishly censored for tumblr's delicate constitution) @mythandral

panthea (free of her office prison) @whatsthisascianbullshit

daedalus (outside!) and erasmos (wants to know who the fuck invited emet-selch) @azure-dragonsinger

minthe (having a good time) @tallbluelady

timoria (catching up with her loved ones) @lilbittymonster

icarus (not the most blinding thing in the area for once) @hermits-hovel

[yloiseconeillants]

aaaaaaaaaaaaand the greater amaurot polycule 

(minus panthea @whatsthisascianbullshit who is always arriving late and plus ares @abyssalmermaiden who is a friend to the GAP)

timoria @lilbittymonster ; minthe @tallbluelady ; kytheon @mythandral ; erasmos @azure-dragonsinger ; icarus @hermits-hovel

[yloiseconeillants]

all right so. another thing i wrote ages ago finally making its way to tumblr because kytheon @mythandral brainrot too strong this morning. this is set the morning after an orgy lmao so there's like, some oblique references to that - nothing explicit, but putting it under a cut anyway.

When the world came back into focus, Ariadne realized she didn’t actually know where she was. She was tucked into a corner of a couch, someone else’s robes draped over her like a blanket. She was naked beneath the robes, which didn’t surprise her based on the last few memories of last night she still held, but looking around the dim room, she could see she wasn’t the only one. She recognized some of her friends, their limbs wound tightly around each other as they slept, and smiled weakly, recalling another round of brief memories of the previous night. Her headache was better than it could have been, all things considered. Her other senses slowly became sharper: she smelled coffee. She stretched her sore limbs and climbed into the robes, finding them much longer than her own would have been, then lifted the hem to step around still-sleeping bodies to follow the siren call of caffeine.

The smell led her to a small, sparsely equipped kitchen with large, open windows. It was so bright, especially in comparison to the room she wandered in from. A red-haired man, adorned with braids and jewelry, sat at a small table covered by an assortment of empty, mis-matched mugs and glasses huddled around a pitcher of steaming coffee. He was shirtless, covered in tattoos and piercings, and absolutely at ease here, awake and alert.

“Morning!” Kytheon called brightly, setting his mug down. 

“Urghhh,” Ariadne groaned in response, sitting down beside him. He poured another mug of coffee for her and slid it toward her. She took a hesitant sip, closed her eyes, and exhaled slowly. When she opened her eyes again, they fixed on a bright blue grouping of triangles freshly tattooed onto the back of Kytheon’s shoulder. She reached out, her fingers tracing around the triangles, but not touching the ink itself. “These are new.”

“Ha! You were fawning over them last night, too.”

“You’ll have to tell me all about them again, now that I’m sober. Though… maybe after coffee.” They sat in comfortable silence for a little while, listening to morning bird song and the soft snores of their friends from the other room.

“I wanted to mention,” Kyth began, breaking their brief vigil, “I’ve seen your work out there. It’s thriving, doing things I would never have expected of a plant.”

“They’re not plants. They’re something else entirely,” she huffed.

“All right,” he laughed. “Either way, you should see them. Come out with me some time, get some sun on your skin. It’ll be fun, I promise.” Her shoulders fell slightly, as she pulled her borrowed robes closer around herself.

“Hmph. Maybe. If I can find the time,” she stammered, trying to find a quick excuse. Kyth reached out, briefly squeezing her hand in his.

“No pressure.”

“No pressure,” she repeated, turning the words in her mind.

[yloiseconeillants]

you give these losers a tiny bit of responsibility, they all get dressed up to make a ruckus in the wilderness

the most beloved scumbag caucus is ariadne, icarus @hermits-hovel, and erasmos @azure-dragonsinger

[yloiseconeillants]

How do they compare to each other's exes? Are they the same "type" or an upgrade/something different? (For Ariadne!)

everyone is doing great in the age of paradise and there's certainly nothing fucky going on here

[yloiseconeillants]

in which the blorbos go outside

@lilbittymonster @mythandral

[yloiseconeillants]

saw a thing that was like, round up your favorite gposes of the year! and that’s a lot of work so here’s the Greater Amaurot Polycule

GET SCRUNCHIED, LOSER starring the GAP’s Scumbag Caucus - Erasmos @azure-dragonsinger​ and Icarus @hermits-hovel

PICNIC NAPS FOR THE WOO GIRLS featuring the sleepiest Timoria @lilbittymonster​

THE PLANT GIRLS AT IT AGAIN with Minthe (Beloved) @tallbluelady​

IN WHICH THE BLORBOS DO A RELAX showcasing both Kytheon @mythandral​ and possibly a creation of Icarus’

and a rooftop party at the Words of Lahabrea (THEY ARE ALL WAITING ON PANTHEA @whatsthisascianbullshit​ AND ARES @abyssalmermaiden​ TO ARRIVE)

[yloiseconeillants]

in which the blorbos do a relax; kytheon (beloved) belongs to @mythandral

[tallbluelady]

10. Reassuring your partner how amazing they are when they feel insecure

Minthe felt Daedalus' concern for her throughout the evening. All throughout dinner and while they freshened up before bed he had a worried look on his face. If Minthe didn't want to avoid the topic herself, she would have asked for him to say something. But she couldn't find the right words to explain how she felt, so she left it. She thought she would be left to it until Daedalus wrapped all four limbs around her when they started to settle for bed.

"I love you, you know," he said against her neck.

"Mm-hm. And you're worried about me?" She figured a token explanation would suffice for the night.

"Yes, I'm worried for you all the time." He traced swirls on her arm.

Minthe swallowed. "Oh."

He peeked his head over her shoulder. "Is it really that surprising? You've been through a lot. You're doing a lot for me as well."

"I'm choosing to do this." She took his hands and gave them a squeeze.

"It's not a small thing to love me."

"It's not a small thing to love anyone." Minthe turned to look him in the eye. "And Daedalus, darling, you are by far the easiest partner I've had to love."

He smiled and started to laugh bashfully. The full body contact caused Minthe to start laughing with him.

"And here I was, trying to comfort you..." He shook his head and kissed her hair.

"Between Hades constantly trying to get me to do 'more for the Star' and Ariadne... shit, I still love her, but... at any rate, you're doing plenty for me, darling," Minthe said. "Simply by... considering me. As I am, not who I could be."

He gave a happy hum and just rocked with her for a minute. There was something so utterly gratifying to Minthe by being Daedalus' partner. He was always so proper in public spaces - robes and mask properly worn, opinions stated clearly and only to encourage proper discussion - that when he sought creature comfort with her she felt like it was a secret he kept only with her. It was almost more of an honor than being given the Seat of Azem by Kytheon and Venat... so Minthe figured she should tell him.

"I, uh, I was talking to Hades earlier." Minthe traced Daedalus' fingers with her own.

"What about? Is that why you're upset?"

"It is. And I don't know if 'upset' is the right word. Hades was just being Hades, honestly. He said I could be doing more, and when I said I had already held a seat on the Convocation, same as he had, he said that my stint as Azem could've been more productive."

Minthe could feel Daedalus get ruffled up at that. "What on Etheirys has him saying that? You've fulfilled the purpose of the Seat of Azem to the letter as far as I can see. You've given us colleagues in Ur to refer to when we have issues. Therefore broadening the view of the Convocation."

"Well, I think it was more of how I got to be Azem in the first place. He's never been the biggest fan of Kytheon's approach to the Seat. 'It's not how it should be done,' he said."

"Ah. I. I think I know what Hades' actual problem is," Daedalus said.

Minthe turned awkwardly around in Daedalus' arms. "And what, pray tell is the issue that I can't see?"

He turned away. "It has to do with you, actually. Not anything that you actually did, but how Hades sees you."

Minthe scowled at that.

"He... he told me something when you two officially broke up. I remember how torn up he was. Life hadn't gone to plan since he came to Amaurot. He found his heart was pulled to new people and ideas, and how you seemed to have changed after finishing your Undergraduate degree in the Akadaemia."

"I found my passion." She shrugged.

"Yes, but it wasn't what he ascribed to you. Hades thought you were going into music; isn't that what you said you were going to do back home?"

Minthe rolled her eyes. "That was before I realized how much practice it actually takes to be good."

"Right, well, he had even written a song for you to sing."

Minthe took a hissing breath. "That was going to be in that play that I brushed off, wasn't it?"

"To be fair, when he showed me your course load I said that I wouldn't have been able to both do well academically and act in a play at the same time."

"So I have you to thank for that reprieve?" Minthe smiled.

"I suppose so. But every time Hades gets truly upset, it's because things aren't going the way he thinks they should be. Whether it's how you act or how society reacts... he has a hard time with it."

"Well, he needs to get over it, for all of our sakes."

Daedalus took a breath to speak, but shook his head and kissed Minthe instead. "You're right."

"See? You're obviously the easiest to love!" Minthe leaned into Daedalus and nuzzled his neck.

 Daedalus hummed and they let the conversation drift off into the night.

Thanks for the prompt!