Hades and Persephone moodboard.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬/𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐨
Hades is known as the god of the underworld, not the god of death, but the god that resides over the dead. He relies on himself, as do his variants and sons - who can be spotted quite easily. With their grumpy or 'do not approach me' expression. They're intimidating men, who will do whatever it takes to reach the goal they have put out for themselves. That doesn't mean they are without heart. No. They have big hearts but for some reason, it's always a shock when people see them being kind.
𝐴𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑛
𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑙 𝐷𝑖𝑥𝑜𝑛
𝑅𝑦𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑
𝑅𝑖𝑝 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑟
𝐺𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑅𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑎
𝐵𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑠
𝐶𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝐹𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑡
𝐵𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑒/𝐵𝑎𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑛
𝑅𝑖𝑜
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Femslash February: Batherine | Bonnie Bennett x Katherine Pierce (The Vampire Diaries)
Requested by @hydesjackiespuddinpop
Magic isn't just a candle flickering to life, or some fancy firework-like sparks. It isn't just an object moving on its own from one side of the room to the other, or a book suddenly flipping to the exact right page.
Magic is also a splitting migraine that starts at the base of the skull and then spreads like wildfire, seeping into every crevice and wrinkle of the brain. It's lethargy that deadens limbs and makes even the eyelids too heavy to lift, crushed under the weight of the world only a few hours ago.
It's hot. Literally - it burns as it travels through the veins, right down to the tips of the finger, emanating across every nerve and muscle until the entire body is consumed with the heat of something indescribable and unknowable. It's metallic, like the blood that drips down into the mouth.
But none of that is enough to stop the enchantment of something so bitter; so unpredictably and deliciously dangerous. Those drawn in by the flicker of light in the darkness accept the risk of getting lost in it, consumed momentarily by an irrepressible desire.
Bonnie knows she is on the verge of being lost as she stares back into the dark eyes peering up at her from behind her own arm, fangs lost in her soft flesh. The white-hot flames beneath her skin push and pulse until she is sure she is actually going to catch fire. Magic is oxygen, it is the thing that fills her lungs and is stolen from them almost immediately, and it is the indescribable sensation that ripples through her when Katherine's resolve breaks, becoming too lost in the moment to keep it up any longer. Her eyelids flicker and she laces their fingers together with a soft moan.
Maybe lost is what they both are. Lost to a world that lost interest in them. Maybe magic is finding each other when the world has long-since stopped looking.
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"Back on Earth, Persephone, goddess of spring, was busy bringing the spring season to Greece. At the moment, she was on a hillside planting flowers and melting any leftover snow from the winter."
🌸 Artwork here. 🌷
A moodboard for @persephoneflowerpetals (aka @princessrainbowpastel) !
Happy birthday, Ana! 🩷 🌈 🎂 🎁
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