#mariticide

[flight-to-mars]

Glynis Johns and Terry-Thomas in The Vault of Horror (1973)

[loneberry]

—Anne Carson, Plainwater

—Alice Oswald, Woods etc.

[prionskank]

[scrumpyfan43]

Going through my #uxoricide tag and fixing gender errors

[tbks7ydgdrmvw]

Miss K sucks husbands friends big dick while husband sleeping in the same bed Chilena conce Bad student Jojo Kiss ass fucked by teacher for good grade Milf lesbian licking box Little teen strip Dont Say You Love Me SHAUNDAM FACE FUCKS BBC LOVING SLUT WITH MASK ON Horny teen teases old chap by rubbing her enchanting pussy Busty MILF fucks hard with an Asian dude Public amateurs compilation slideshow Halle Von's Lesbian Licking

[sistersofsilver]

a lot of heras boon names depress me a bit but this has got to be top three. it's called bridal glow and it degrades over time...

zeus when i get my hands on you i swear to GOD-

[finelythreadedsky]

kinslaying stats for extant greek tragedy:

instances of infanticide/filicide: 6 (9 deaths total)

instances of fratricide: 2 (4 deaths total)

instances of patricide: 2

instances of matricide: 3

instances of mariticide: 2

instances of uxoricide: 2

[moony-t0ast]

Rip Sirius black, you would’ve loved Kill Bill by Sza

[hazbinbossbrainrot]

Stolas cheated on Stella (🏳️‍🌈)

He betrayed his wife; clearly he’s in the wrong

She did nothing wrong!

She deserves better

She was the victim

She’s innocent

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Me: Oh really?

Other:

(Skip to 1:50 for Stolas’s valid argument)

[goldensmilingbird]

Found this fic which just perfectly fits my GDV/Fathom headcanons. It's like someone took a glimpse into my brain. I'm obsessed with this strange little family

[jamestkirkstittiesenjoyer]

sorry tom/greg lovers but tom and shiv are nightmare world soulmates and i need to see them hate fuck, kill each other, and die in each other's arms

[g-b-m-s]

My husband is fuming over the fact that I told him that Butt is Legs.

He had not thought that before.

If I do not return tomorrow, it's because he's smothered me in my sleep.

[timelocker]

scourge vc ; ❝ if you were my wife, i'd put poison in your coffee. ❤️ ❞

“ if you were my husband, I’D DRINK IT. 💜❤️ ”

[diazpoems]

God bless married people who sleep next to noisy spouses, you are braver than any US marine

[agrumina]

From Prince Stolas' Journal - ?? ?? 720 after Second Rebellion

[Setting context]

[A sequel to this]

[Despite the name of some of the characters, this isn't a HH's fan fiction but my OCverse. If you're looking for a fan fic of this fandom this work might not be for you]

As per previous agreements, Knight Furcas and I decided visiting the Fourth Circle together. 

Even though in all the Circles there are theories and wondering about who consumed Warrior, in the Fourth Circle the “atmosphere” of curiosity and doubts is felt even more. 

Who knows what faces will the people make when they find out who tried to take his place (even more so if, in an unlikely event, she comes out as the Winner)! 

To every question they asked us, we gave the standard answer: “The Seven Sins prohibit us to disclose more information”.

Mother Lilith, beautiful and affable as always (it almost seemed watching over Warrior and his wife hadn’t tired her), welcomed us at the residence and offered us a quick meal. The absence of her Husbands was a surprise only to a certain extent: I would have liked to talk to them too, but I know very well that they must prepare for every eventuality, as Mother later confirmed me. 

While we were eating she informed us about Mammon’s state: Warrior and his wife were still fighting and it was not yet clear if a Winner was going emerge or if they were going to become one. The fight, surprisingly, was very difficult and the sinner was giving the Warrior more trouble than expected. The situation, at the time of the writing this of entry, as far as I’m away, remains unchanged.

Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised. If she managed to consume him (which many thought was impossible) it shouldn’t be that strange that she is managing to resist him. 

After we finished our meals, she took us to Warrior’s (former?) rooms. 

The screams and the sound of limbs hitting the floors and walls could already be heard from afar and the closer we got the louder they were. 

How to describe Mammon? How can I describe what Knight Furcas and I saw when the servants opened the door? Warrior or whoever will succeed him will forgive me for this somewhat vulgar description, but how can one find the right words? 

Like every incomplete Fusion, before our eyes we found ourselves a mass of soul and stone which stirred like the Styx, Mother instructed us to keep a certain distance to avoid being hit. 

It was impossible to understand how many limbs there were and where they came from. 

It was impossible to count how many eyes there were. 

It was impossible to give a “defined” shape to who we had in front of us; nor humanoid, nor of an animal. 

I tried to see if I could even catch a glimpse of a head, but to no avail. 

Their attempts to speak, too, were incomprehensible; even in the moments when they shouted the least. There were moments I didn’t understand whether if it was Warrior or his wife trying to speak.

Knight Furcas attempted to have a conversation with them, but after a while he stopped expecting coherent answers. After a one-sided conversation he wished both Warrior and his wife good luck; promising to then meet and speak with the Winner. For a moment, I admit I was afraid he would subject Mammon to his famous “Trials” beforehand. Fortunately, it was clear he recognized it was not the right time. 

I also spoke with thembut I preferred to conclude immediately with good wishes and the assurance of my presence for the Winner’s celebrations.

After being instructed on future actions to take, we were then dismissed.

Mother Lilith did not follow us, as she preferred to continue monitoring the situation. 

As we headed towards the exit, I must have made a strange face without realizing it since Knight Furcas looked at me with a half-amused smile and asked me if “I wasn’t used to it by now”. 

To him, I only replied that I was surprised that there hadn’t been a Winner yet (a surprise he then told me we shared).

About what I was thinking, however, I will avoid repeating here what some nobles define as “the usual comments of that pacifist”. 

Of course, when we left, the people had lots of questions. As instructed, Knight Furcas and I declared that the situation “had not changed” and that “the fight was arduous on both sides”. When we were asked for clues about the identity of the possible successor, we repeated the same set phrase. 

And now, we go back to waiting. 

Eternal waiting.

[rhododaktyl]

online discourse has caused me to discover that mariticide is apparently way bigger of a thing than i was expecting