#this is part of why i love history and mythology

[astrxealis]

I ADORE GEN INFORMATION AND HISTORY STUFF SOOO MUCH ... and etc etc etc and and and :(( <3 god i love the plethora of information ik and. etc.

[boxingcleverrr]

Popular Hades & Persephone "retellings" are, rightly, getting dunked on all over the socials right now and, as a Pagan who has an altar to the Queen, I could not be happier. But also, I feel like a lot of people miss WHY they're bad - aside from just plain bad writing and lazy tropes. Which are, yeah, also REALLY bad.

Pretty much all retellings try to wave away, or excuse, or twist the whole kidnapping bit. And I actually do have sympathy and understanding for why, when speaking from a modern perspective.

But honestly...you gotta get over it. There are other stories to play fix-it with, not this one.

The Abduction is The Thing.

Were I a little more sober I could bring up chapter and verse of the Hymn to Demeter but frankly, if you know even the middle school mythology curriculum version of the story, you SHOULD know the themes. The story of Persephone was one mothers and daughters in the ancient world held dear, because it was a reality: you will, one day, be swept away from your home to go cleave to a man you most likely know nothing about. You will miss your mother, but chances are very good that he will be a good husband, once you get to know him, certainly better than Zeus or Ares, and he will make you a queen of his home.

Leaving home to marry was often scary, and violent (look up the history of the tradition of Bridesmaids, if you don't already know it - they were originally decoys on the marriage road). Centuries later we'd have tales like Beauty & The Beast serving the same function: comfort, hope, you are leaving your safe loving home to figure life out with a (often older, powerful) stranger. Your trauma over this sudden ending of your childhood made manifest in a Beast, or a God of The Underworld.

It's wonderful that we don't NEED stories like this anymore to comfort us (here, at least, in this culture). But if you try to force them into modern vernacular it just will not work, not really, because you're gutting out the whole point just to have a more tidy romantic male hero.

I have read MANY very good ...novelizations? fanfic(? however you would frame them, but they're certainly not "retellings"), etc. that simply take advantage of the blank spaces in the myth, and there are many!

It's not explicit that sexual assault happens - "The Rape of Persephone" as a title was coined in much earlier eras, when the word was just as often used to simply refer to abduction.

"She was starving!" the gods didn't need to eat. So it's easy to read her eating the Pom seeds as a deliberate choice on her part. Like, shit, people, scholars have written whole papers on the symbolism of this moment, between marriage rites and even yeah, Seph choosing both worlds with her husband's knowing consent.

And that, I think, is the real heart of the thing. People want an utterly mundane, spelled-out story here, as opposed to what it really is, has always been, just like any other myth or religious parable: IT'S A METAPHOOOOOOR.

They don't need to be destined, or meet at a goddamned BALL and then CONSPIRE to fake her kidnapping, or shit, I once saw one where Hades got MIND CONTROLLED by Zeus?! Jesus.

Persephone was yoinked into the Underworld against her will.

That's how it went.

I don't mean this in a "stay out of my belief system!" way, shit I'm a white American chick with delusions of witchery. I mean this in a "stop stressing yourself out trying to make things palatable" way:

This is a very real, very precious myth to many people, BECAUSE for at least that one event, Persephone had no autonomy, BECAUSE for thousands of years most women had no autonomy. Erasing that, sanitizing the fact that a girl is ripped out of the spring, from her mother's arms, is erasing the thing that gave comfort to women for centuries. And people can and should still find power and healing in it now!

Fill in the blanks the story leaves in whatever manner seems fit to you, there's plenty of room, but. Come the fuck on.

[r--kt]

Do you like Kakashi's dogs? Let's talk about why there are eight of them.

another example of naruto's ✨cultural code✨

contents | the eight dog warriors chronicles · legacy · eight confucian virtues. also look at the cuties love them sm

Naruto Vol. 10 CH 90

[ one dog is wonderful, I'm saying as the owner of a sweet little york terrier. two dogs are good, they won't be bored together. three dogs? yeah, cool! how are you going to walk them though? four? yes... look, maybe we have to draw the line h- wha- EIGHT? Excuse Me!? ]

surely, it's worth starting with the fact that eight is a lucky number in Japanese culture — everybody watched Hachi. of course, this is not the only cultural detail where the eight is mentioned. I want to pay special attention to a thing that I didn't know about until I googled it, and this is clearly what Kishimoto was doing homage to with Kakashi's eight ninken.

The Eight Dog Warriors Chronicles

Better known as Nansō Satomi Hakkenden. and it's not just some kind of book, it's a novel, consisting of 106 booklets written by Kyokutei Bakin in XIX century. Hakkenden is considered the largest novel in the history of Japanese Literature. this is one of the main representatives of the gesaku genre, which includes works of a frivolous, joking, silly nature. further I will emphasize a few more times how damn popular this work is and how often it is reflected in culture.

here are some illustrations for these books

now let's talk about the plot. It's weird, but it's weird at samurai-dogs-story level so stay here.

In brief, the story tells about the commander Satomi Yoshizane, whose native lands were attacked by the army of a man, whose forces surpassed those of Satomi, and the samurai in despair swore to a dog named Yatsufusa that the dog would get his beloved daughter Fuse as a wife if he chewed that man's throat. surprisingly, the dog not only understood the owner, but also fulfilled his wish! after that the commander refused to keep the promise. however, Fuse, true to her word of honor, went with Yatsufusa to the mountains and became his wife. upon learning that his daughter was pregnant, Satomi, in a rage, sent a samurai to kill Yatsufusa and bring Fuse home. she stood up for the dog anyways and died with him. at that moment, eight pearls with hieroglyphs that denoted the foundations of Confucian virtue burst out of her womb. (...cheers for mythology, I guess)

Soon, eight dog warriors who were Fuse's spiritual children were born in different parts of Awa province. after going through hardships, they got together and became vassals of the Satomi clan, then won the battle, and soon reached peace.

some more illustrations made by Utagawa Kuniyoshi. from left to right: Inukawa Sōsuke (the dog warrior), Inumura Daikaku (the dog warrior), Princess Fuse (their mother).

the novel mainly tells about each individual warrior dog and his shenanigans in a funny adventurous way. huge fame has led to excerpts from Hakkenden being staged at the Kabuki Theater and mentioned in the anime and manga, such as Inuyasha, Dragon Ball, as it turned out, Naruto and so on. there's also a lot of films and video games.

The eight virtues

these are loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, love, honesty, justice, harmony, and peace.

they relate more to Chinese culture, but basically Hakkenden was inspired by it too. since I did not read the whole novel, I would still like to mention at least the values on which it is based, and which were embedded in the symbolism of this story. It's quite interesting to apply this to Kakashi's dogs. gives them more weight and depth.

It is also interesting to note that the reason why Fuse gave birth to dogs was also that her father was cursed earlier in the story in a way that his descendants would become depraved like dogs. in Japanese culture, dogs embody the duality of character: the same mentioned filth and depravity, and devotion and bravery. so as samurai. but this is a different conversation, more related to Kakashi and his dog poetry.

Did you get here? Here's an additional discovery for you✨

Pakkun's name (パックン) is derived from the Japanese onomatopoeia “pakupaku” (パクパク) which reflects the sound of munching.

Kakashi, that's very sweet of you.

thank you for reading this to the end ♡

[mokkkki]

the way you write is so beautiful... tips for somebody new to writing who wants to write like you?

YOU are so beautiful, thank you so much! im not sure about any tips i have, but ill give it a shot. these are what i personally believe to have been the most important things:

find your wavelength my writing became a lot more stylized and personalized after i found an author that i resonated with, as well as a couple of themes. it just helps to know what you are actually interested in writing in, versus what you think other people would like to read. im personally interested in writing about relationships and dynamics, so my writing will always be more character than action driven. also, it helps, because youre always going to end up writing what you want to write, even in the smallest of ways, so why not embrace it fully? write what you want to read. otherwise, you wont have fun. and writing is SO MUCH FUN. knowing what youre into and what youre trying to channel gives you a really strong basis for all of your writing - not only will it take time for you to find your wavelength, meaning that youll have to expose yourself to many different genres and authors, which is a must, youll always be able to look back at that ONE creative piece and grab some motivation from it.

expose and explore creativity is everywhere - tv shows, movies, books, fanfics, comics, art, architecture, history (!!!), mythology, sports, reality - literally everywhere you can think of. dont wait for inspiration because its everywhere if you look hard enough. familiarize yourself with the seven basic plots, the thirty-six dramatic situations, basic foreshadowing elements, and other essentials. this isnt something to study or memorize, just to KNOW - its good to be aware of the foundations of literature.

embrace the brainrot and maintain a balance become obsessed w your own ocs, your own plots, your own everything. be your own biggest fan. to enter an abusive relationship with your own work is extremely upsetting, because youre doing wrong by the wonderful world youve made, and doing wrong by that part of you that just wants to be creative, too - and if that happens, its probably because you arent writing what you want to write, or controlling what doesnt want to be controlled. let your characters be individuals, let them go where they want to go, just follow and note what theyre doing. sometimes writing is a passive activity rather than active creation, and thats okay! thats when you know youve built a solid world that can run by itself and you just contribute to. that being said, while theres nothing quite like the hours spent ravenously typing, you need to find a balance. you are as important as your work, because without you, the work wouldnt exist. i also reccomend forcing yourself NOT to write on specific days. some ideas need to marinate, and some people need to rest.

i hope this was helpful &lt;;3 if you ever need more help (and this also applies to those reading), feel free to reach out! im open to being a beta reader or just a brainstorming partner. lots of love!

[lostberet]

🕊 ˚✧ 🦢₊˚ʚ LOOK MY WAY

He had noticed the lack of love in the moral world. Conflicted, he traveled to the moral world to figure out the problem in which he was only left with disappointment and no answers. Out of self-punishment, he goes by the name Seokjin and stays in the human world where he produces a perfume company in hopes of restoring love. However, he can't help but notice how his heart beats faster for an employee, and maybe, he can understand why there is a lack of love.

✒ pair. kim seokjin x fem!reader ↪ plot. The god of love, Eros, Cupid to others, has always been part of making humans fall in love, however, the moment his eyes land on you, he's hit by his own arrow of love. tags. greek god x mortal au, non-idol au, modern history au, love at first sight, lovesick Seokjin, angst, sexual tension, semi-smut cw. This story won't contain accurate greek mythology, Jin talks to Aprhodite (his mama in this story), lovesick jin, bow and arrow, Jin gets desperate and almost shoots the reader, kisses, angst, Jin experiences heart-break, sexual tension, semi-smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), mini breeding kink if you squint, , english is not my first lenguage, if i missed anything let me know! wc. 5k a/n. I want to make a part two for this, but I am not sure, please let me know if you guys are interested! also, i was in a bit of a rush :c it's midterm season. I hope you all enjoy, like, comment and reblog! love yous!

|| masterlist || entry || part ii (maybe)?

Eros has seen the world grow. Bloom into the most curious society. What was once a life with no buildings that touched the sky, or with cement roads, Eros had grown to adapt.

The adaptation wasn't any of his concern, no, his worries and strengths lay in the relationship and love of the morals, which, throughout time has grown bitter. His concern didn't lie in the many lights the cities populated, or the noises the cars and bars created, but in the fact that no one believed in true love. 

Unsatisfied, Eros brought himself into the mortal realm, wanting to explore, to study, to understand and hopefully, redeem love. Yet, each time, he was left disappointed. There would be cases in which he was able to use his bow and arrow, creating a wonderful match. And there would be times where those relationships failed, why? He didn’t understand, was he failing as the god of love? Was cupid not important anymore? As self punishment, he decided to stay in the mortal realm in hopes of redeeming himself. 

He went by the name Seokjin, unable to use his given name. With his godly powers and influence, in the mortal realm, he lives a life of luxury, just like back in his immortal realm. His beauty was outstanding thanks to his mothers genes, the humans loved him. And during his time in the mortal realm, Madan flourished, a Perfume company. One in which he believed would bring love, humans loved the scent of perfume, right? 

And that’s where the gods had brought you. In front of a bridge building whose architecture resabled the building in ancient greece. The summer sun warmed your golden skin, the fresh wind blew your dark hair, as if nature was welcoming you into your home. Each step you took into the building caused your gut to yell, telling you, warning you, yet just like every warning, you brushed it away. 

You weren’t a model, you weren’t an influencer, heck, you weren’t a fashion icon. But the woman whose eyes landed on you sure were. It causes you to feel smaller, uglier. Could it have been their fair skin, their shiny hair or their style? You didn’t know, but you knew your appearance wasn’t welcomed. 

The moment you took the elevator to the 5th floor where your Marketing office would be at, your breath was knocked south out of you. You choked back a gasp, it smelled good. Too good. You felt a headache rising to your temples and dizziness. You wanted to take a deep breath, but it was impossible with the amount of goodness scent. 

“Are you alright?” the voice of the god spoke, you opened your eyes and tilted your head up. Glazing into some beautiful brown eyes, so beautiful, yet so sad, ‘Yes, just.. Headache.” You muttered, your eyes leaving him, “which floor?” You cleared your throat, “5.”

Jin never intended to lose control. No, he never wanted to. But he was losing his sanity, his will, and most importantly, himself. He never liked the idea of forced love, or love magic or anything that had to do with poisons. But his fingers would tingle at the idea that maybe, that was the solution. 

He stayed all day in his elegant office, high off the many scents; chocolate, vanilla, roses, cinnamon, anything that could bring the sense of desire. During his time on the mortal realm, he noticed the human’s like of smell, bringing an idea that if he produced the right scent, it could make one fall in love. It wasn’t exactly a love potion, no. Not at all, in fact, he wanted to resolve this without his bow and arrow, without his gift, because maybe it was time not to force love?

The meeting room was dark compared to the rest of the company building, it made you feel as if you were taking part in some evil plan when in fact you were meeting the CEO and discussing Marketing aspects with the team. Yet, your gut kept telling you that it wasn’t right. 

You turned your tablet on and started taking notes, drawing small doodles of the illustrations and predictions for the Spring edition collection, “No, I want something to last.” Your ears perked up as you turned your head to the chairman. Everyone in the room is doing the same. He rubbed his forehead with two of his fingers, “I don’t want to repeat fragrances, I want it to last.” 

The presenter licked their lips and uncomfortably shifted from where they stood, “Oh well.. I..” They stuttered, their eyes dancing around the many faces in the room, “We.. We can try oils instead of perfumes?” You muttered out, unsure. 

The chairman’s eyes landed on you, causing you to flinch. You pressed your lips into a thin line and cursed yourself as you noticed his expression change, “or maybe not..” you whispered. “What’s your name?” you lost your job. Is what would have happened if Jin didn’t appreciate your idea. 

“y/n, y/n l/n. I’m new in the Marketing team.” You introduced yourself. Jin only stared at you, letting out a breathy chuckle, “Welcome to the team, y/n. I would like to hear more about those oils.” You thanked the gods above for sending Jin as your boss.  

You didn't know if Jin made your life easier or harder. On one hand, he knows what he wants, he has a goal. On the other hand, he doesn't know what he wants, or, in other words, how to deliver that goal. You've been working carefully with Jin and the fragrance team to come up with a new scent. One that lasts like Jin wanted.

"No, I want the smell to attract, to.. I don't know.." Jin threw his hands up in defeat before dropping them back down, slapping the sides of his leg, "attract desire on people."

"So.. lust?" You question as you took notes on your tablet. Three months. Three freaking months is what took you to be Jin's right hand in this project. Three fucking months to be his assistant. Jin's neck snaped towards you and you were sure you heard it crack.

"I don't do lust," Jin hissed, "I do love, passion." He sighed. You nodded at his words, tapping your apple pen on your tablet, "But.. these notes.. they point to lust.."

"What.." Jin breathed, feeling too tired, too stressed. "How can anyone think about falling in love, when they're so tempted by lust?" you asked, taking a breath before continuing, "Love isn't something that can be forced or attracted by a simple trait. There's supposed to be chemistry.. affection? not desire.. or want, but longing." You explained.

Jin let out a breathy laugh. His hands resting on his hips as he turned around. His laughed turned into a sarcastic one, sending you into freeze mode. He looked desperate, mad even, “I can’t keep falling.” he uttered out, his head hanging low, “you’re not failing, sir..” Jin only laughed, shaking his head. “You’re only saying that because I am your boss.”

You shook your head, setting your coat and tablet down, “No, I mean it. You’re so talented and splendid, you have a gift, sir.” Jin almost snored at your comment. He had a gift alright, but even with his gift, he was a failure. Or maybe his gift had run out. “No, I have no gift.” 

You frowned, “I have no fucking gift. If I did, I wouldn’t be stuck here. I wouldn’t be working on perfumes that help people recognize love and desire, I wouldn’t be standing here, being explained what love is, when it's supposed to be my thing.. I would be back home.. I'm a joke.”

You pitied the man in front of you. He must have had a rough life, you believed. One in which he had to live up to accomplishments, to success. Just like you felt at times. You sighed, “If it’s alright..” you took a step closer to the man, his gaze lifting from the floor to your eyes, “can I give you a hug?” 

“A hug?” puzzled, Jin frowned. You nodded, getting closer and softly wrapping your arms around him. He tensed at your touch, he was never touched this way before, or touched at all, in fact. “It’s okay, Jin.” You whispered softly. Your voice comes to him in comfort, “Success takes time, no one is perfect.” But he’s supposed to. Jin softly gave into the embrace, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his head on your shoulder. 

Jin never intended to lose himself, but he was going insane. Among all scents and perfumes he's worked on, none of them matched with yours. Because as he hugged you, his arms tightening around your waist, nose digging into the crook of your neck, he felt his heart flutter. You didn’t only smell like coconut with a mixture of vanilla, you didn’t only smell like cinnamon and caramel, you didn’t only smell like fresh laundry and lavender, but you smelt of comfort and hope. 

Your embrace loosed the moment you felt Jin tremble on top of you. The smile you had on your face completely gone as you tried pulling away from him. His arms held you in place, pulling you back into the hug as he let out a sniff, his voice weak and heavy, “Let’s stay like this.. Just for a little.” And you accepted it. 

You found Jin to be a very interesting person. He had strange tastes, or just simply didn't care. If anything, he didn't have any boundaries. He acted like he ruled the world, and honestly, if you had that amount of money, you would too.

Jin had smoothly and noticeably made it a habit to take you to his home, his house to practice give him some therapy. Oddly, enough, it didn't feel like therapy sessions.

"Maybe, I ain't cut up for this.." Jin muttered, his fingers resting on his lip. It's been around two months since that intimate hug, and ever since then, Jin had gotten.. well, he clung onto you.

You hesitantly reached, placing your hand on his back before rubbing it softly. It'll become sort of like a habit for you to comfort him. You didn't mind. You wanted to help. He lifted his head, looking at you, "you're more capable than you think, Jin."

You smiled softly, causing Jin's heart to flatter once more. What did you have to cause his heart to beat like crazy? Taking a breath which got caught, he scanned your features, falling into a spell, "..y/n."

You couldn't understand the strange tension in Jin's eyes whenever you were too close to him, touching him even. Words of comfort always caused Jin to look at you with such intimacy. Something you never got to experience in other relationships. Jin brought his body closer, nose almost touching before you realized, waking up from an enchantment.

"I..uh.. sorry, I'll head out.." you stuttered out, making your way towards the door. Each step you took made Jin's heart pound louder in his ears. How was he to tell you that he liked you? He liked you perhaps a little too much.

Jin followed behind, his thought train speeding through his mind. Without hesitation, He extended his arm, recreating holding his bow and that's when he felt it. Love can't be forced.

His heart dropped as he shook his head, running to you, "I'm sorry, y/n.. please.." You said softly but loud enough for you to hear.

Jin held your wrist, stopping you from taking a step. You turned towards him, avoiding eye contact, “Y/n..” his voice came out as a faint whisper, as if he was trying to reach for you. Your eyes betrayed you, slowly lifting their gaze to meet Jin’s and you silently cursed whoever made the man in front of you. His eyes enchanted you, hypnotized you even. His soft plump lips tilted into a small smile, leaning his face closer to you and your eyes took a quick glance at his lips before lifting them up to meet his eyes. 

His fingers lightly held your chin, making sure to keep your head in place, not wanting you to leave his gaze, “Stay with me..” the words left his mouth, putting you into a spell in which you couldn’t escape, “please?”

You swallowed, but you nodded. Jin only let out a small breath as he grinded, his other hand coming to hold and wrap around your waist before he leaned closer. Both your nose brushed against each other, and of course you let out a faint whine. Jin’s thumb brushed your bottom lip, causing a small shiver to run down your spine at the warmth, “you’re so.. Enchanting..”

Your eyes looked down at his lips and as if answering your silent question he pressed his lips against yours. Both your lips chasing after each other in a deeper kiss. Your arms flew to wrap around his neck, locking him into the kiss in which he didn’t complain. His touches were ghostly against your skin, afraid to touch you as if you would melt away. Your touches were clingy and desperate, wanting him to touch and melt you away. 

That night you experienced so much emotion through physical contact, emotion in which you never imagined ever to experience in this lifetime. His hands were gentle as he held your wrist, his thumb brushing against your wrist as he thrust his hips against yours. His other holding the back of your neck as he stared at your face, taking in every expression as he rolled his hips into you. 

You would let out a whiney sob as you opened your eyes, a glass filled vision as tears built up from the pure pleasure Jin was giving you, your jaw widening as you let out a silent moan. Jin let out a soft grunt as he felt you tighten yourself around his cock, sending his eye to twitch out in pleasure as he leaned onto your neck. Brushing his lips against your pulse point before he kissed and sucked marks onto your skin. 

Your hands ran down his back, nails digging into his skin the moment you felt your sixth orgasm of the night build up, “Jin..” you cried out in which he responded with a soft hush, “I know, darling..”

It’d become odd. The relationship between you and Jin, ever since that night. It had seemed that both of you were nothing during the day, but the moment everyone left the office leaving both your souls, you’ve become different people. 

He would crack jokes, take you out for dinner, drop you at home. He would never ask for a kiss, nor a hickey, all he asked for was for your time. And it terrified you. It must have been 7 months since the night you slept together and Jin had not treated you any different, but your mind would shift towards the worst. 

Maybe you were horrible in bed, were you too loud? You felt something crawl up your leg, it felt like the legs of a spider. Perhaps you were too ugly? It didn’t take long for the overwhelming feeling of insecurity to crawl over your whole body. 

That night as you sat in the chair in the middle of the island in Jin’s kitchen, you fought the urge to ask him. His back faced towards you as he cooked up pasta. He always did this, at least every Friday. Take you to his home where he would cook for you, make you laugh, make you feel special and then sleep tangled in his arms. It scared you. 

“Was I bad?” you asked, setting the fork down as you’ve lost your appetite, Jin only looked up from his plate as he slurped a noodle, frowning. “I mean..” Jin then set his fork down, wanting to have his full attention on you, “when we slept together, was I bad?” 

He tilted his head, unsure of how to answer your question. You felt nervous under his gaze, “No, not at all?” He questioned, unsure where you were getting at, “Then why haven’t we done it?” Your voice came out as a whisper, Jin then swallowed as he blinked, “Because I didn’t think you'd want it.” 

The kitchen fell silent. Jin continued, “I want you.” he paused, straightening his back as he chased your eyes to lock with them, “all the fucking time.” It was your turn to be left speechless, “I want to take you everywhere every time, but I know it’s not right, not without your permission.” The table fell silent again, and as both of you ate once more, you debated with yourself. 

After washing the dishes, Jin brought you to the living room in which he turned the TV, “I find it so fascinating how humans can come up with these things. So creative.” You let out a chuckle as you sat on the couch, you back sinking into the comfort of the pillows. Selecting a streaming app, Jin also leaned back, laying next to you as an arm rested above your shoulders. “I’m serious, you guys are interesting.” 

You only leaned onto his shoulder as he selected the Movie he mentioned a moment ago while washing the dishes, “Percy Jackson is.. Hm..” Jin hummed, thinking back to his life as a god. Your eyes looked up at his pouting face, “I think it’s cute.” 

You hummed as you reached over for the blanket, covering your body. “Cute?” Jin frowned as looked down at you, “I meant as in, the gods having kids. I don’t know anything about all that Greek God bullshit, but them having kids seems like a cool concept.” You explained yourself as your eyes settled at the screen before you. 

Jin’s thoughts shut off, staring at the wall next to the TV trying to progress what you mentioned. His eyes squinted a bit, imagining a world in which he potentially had a child, is that even possible?

“If you were a god, let’s say,” you asked, snapping Jin out of his thoughts, “and you had a child, would you let them go through all that just to accept them?” You asked, your brows frowned as you looked at the screen. Jin took a deep breath, “No.”

“Me neither. You have children out of love, not to keep the bloodline going.” You muttered, cuddling the blanket closer to you, "If i were to be a mom one day, I would never let my child think they had to live up to my expectations to receive my love."

Jin blinked. love. what really did it mean, what came with it. He rubbed his fingertips together, feeling the softness of his own skin before he sat up, looking at you. "Can we sleep together?"

You rubbed your eyes, already feeling tired, "what?" Jin leaned down towards you, "Can I kiss you?" Your eyes widened a bit, but nothertheless, you nodded.

You regretted it instantly. Your wrists were pinned behind your lower back and your face lay on the couch as Jin pounded you from behind. Small grunts and moans filled the living room, some being washed away by the sound of the TV. You twitched under him, feeling the tight knot in your stomach, "fuck Jin.."

You gasped out, kicking your feet a bit. Jin only tilted his head back, feeling his cock twitch as he slipped in and out of you, furiously slamming into you from behind, "you're so good to me, y/n.." he moaned.

His hand gripped the fat on your hip, bringing you back to him as he fucked into you, "so pretty.." he muttered, his head coming back to look at the way your cunt took his dick. "gonna fill you up so good, so full.." his head was thrown back, and soft moans left his mouth. His breath hitched when a load of his milky white cum shot out, causing you to gasp out as you soon felt your own orgasm clasp.

Jin kept thrusting, slow and gentle, making sure to keep his load in you. He knew that what he wanted was very slim, but the thought lingered, "I promise to take you everywhere.. I'mma make you feel loved and satisfied."

Jin kept his word and he did take you whenever he could. Whether that was bending you over his office table or having you ride him in his car in the company's parking lot. It worried you how much time and stigma the man had. He was out of this world.

"I don't just have sex, y/n." He laughed. Settling into his bed, your body already too tired as you closed your eyes, "I make love." He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his body. You wanted to protest, to argue with him. we're not in love, is what you wanted to tell him. But maybe it was a conversation of another day.

You were terrified. Nothing could have prepared you for what you were about to experience. You rubbed your temple as you walked into Jin's office floor, throat dry. You were confused, drowned in complex emotions.

It was about 8 pm, and everyone on the floor had gone home, or so you thought. Opening the door to Jin's office, the smell of what was once so pleasant to your nose caused you to cringe in disgust. This was no pleasant scent, but it was a familiar one.

The smell of sex reeked your nose as you quickly covered it, your eyes frowned as you noticed Jin in the middle of the office. His hair was a mess, clothes sticking to his body by sweat. You only scanned the room, no one was there. But nothing hid the fact of what had happened in that office.

"I'm sorry." You whispered, closing the door. You stared at your feet for a second trying to progress what had happened. Door handle still in hand, you tighened your grip before making your mind up. And the moment you let go, the door opened with Jin trying to reach for you.

"Y/n, it's not what you think." He started, following after you, "I don't care, Jin." you spat, "I mean it, y/n. I.." He huffed out, wanting to hold you from taking another step from him, "I love you." That's where you felt your heart drop.

“No, Jin, you’re confusing love and lust, please!” You pant out, your hands trembling as you hold your coat close to you. You felt tears build up in the corner of your eyes. You were hurt, tired, and scared. You reached the elevator, pressing the button. “You don’t love me, Jin.”

The elevator was going to take a while, you knew that. You took a deep breath in, trying to calm your trembling voice, not wanting to show how much of an effect he had on you, “You need me, yes, but you don’t need me.” Jin licked his lips, noticing how dry they’ve become. He was puzzled, confused. He, Eros, the god of love doesn’t know what love is? 

“That is.. No.. That..” he breathed, the elevator dinged, opening its doors as it gave you an escape. Jin closed his eyes as he shook his head. His heartbeat was close to his lungs, his body felt on edge, and he felt panic. “Y/n.” He held onto the elevator door, his grip tight as his knees felt weak, “I need you.. So much..”

His eyes cried out in desperation as he scanned for any sign of understanding, of longing. You stared at him, you felt your nose become stuffy, ready to cry. His cheeks had turned flustered and his eyes had watered, he looked like a mess, a gorgeous one, “There isn’t one day that my heart doesn’t ache for you. There isn’t one second where I want to be near you, please y/n..” 

He wanted to kneel in front of you, begging for you. Years and years of being worshiped, he never thought of a day in which he would worship anyone. But you arrived and changed everything, “words cannot describe how I crave for you, y/n.”

A single tear escaped your eyes, slowly rolling down your cheek as you stared at Jin, and before you knew it, you couldn’t hold the rest of them back. You let out a silent sob as you pushed Jin’s hand off the elevator door, pressing the closing button, “I’ll send in my resignation and you better accept it.”

The moment the doors closed, Jin felt his whole world collapse. Maybe he did too, maybe he too fell to the ground and sobbed, letting out painful cries as he held his chest. His hand clenched his heart as he let his tears flee. His lungs hurt from the lack of oxygen, too mournful to let any of it in. The lack of oxygen didn’t hurt as much as his heart cried for you. 

The next couple of weeks felt like a visit to the underworld where Hades lived. So cold, so dark, so lonely. And out of respect, he stayed away from you. And out of love, he accepted your resignation. Yet the moment he signed the paper, he felt like you had taken a piece of his heart with you, while he was only left with the brief memory of you, not worthy of any piece of you. 

His days had turned gloomy, his attitude had become pissy, and his heart still throbbed with pain. He had taken a break from the company. What was once his mission to restore love had been thrown out the window. Now he understood why morals were too scared to fall in love. 

SeokJin looked up at the bright night sky, his eyes staring at the sea of stars, but none looked as beautiful as you. No, he wasn’t ashamed to mention it, you could be just as beautiful as his mother. Were she to meet you, she would for sure assume you were one of her children. His throat spat a sob, his eyes sore from crying. Was this what it felt to love someone? The back of his hand covered his mouth, not wanting to make another sound as another tear rolled down his face. Why did loving someone hurt so much? 

Maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t cut out to be the god of love. He didn’t know anything about love. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he let out a dry sob, “Mom, what am I doing?” he asked basically no one, “What am I made for if it’s not love?” and deep down his heart broke just a little more. 

A/N. love is like a fart, if it's forced, it's probably shit.

[getwonderhoyd]

in tsukasas card i see references to three mythological creatures. the figures behind him are two kasa clones, lefty's shadow has a fox's tail while right's has a tanukis making them shapeshifters. kitsune are often messengers from gods and have a more refined reputation. tanuki are tricksters who love playing pranks on people, reflected in how each of them dress. tanuki also use a leaf to help them transform, which is why the middle kasa holds one. is he a tanuki too? its unclear

the other is the kasa obake, a yokai of an umbrella with one eye. when old belongings are forgotten and left in disrepair, they can transform into yokai. each kasa is holding a broken and torn red parasol iconic of the kasa obake, and only one of his eyes can be seen. even his clones eyes are hidden by the glare of his glasses.

whats unusual about the kasa obake is unlike other yokai, it has little to no basis in eyewitness accounts or folklore and is only seen in art, so it's considered less of a folk legend and more a fictional character. this has interesting implications for tsukasa who is the actor. he has a running history when it comes to identifying as the characters he plays in his cards, and seems to be the only character in this set "playing the part" of a yokai or spirit rather than just being with them. and theres something to be said about tsukasa in a gakuran, just like he wore in middle school, identifying with an object thats been left behind and ignored.

with tsukasa also holding the leaf like a tanuki, treating the kasa clones like completely separate people is not the way to go. lefty is prim and proper, like a textbook student. you could attribute him to the tsukasa who is responsible and reliable, the dependable older brother and troupe leader who wants to take care of everyone and puts their needs before his own. right is messy and confident, the loud, annoying, weird, silly, self absorbed and ego driven tsukasa. hes often reduced to one or the other, but with only one half it doesnt even look like him anymore. both sides are intrinsically him

tsukasa struggles a lot with how he views himself versus what he wants to be, squashing down what he identifies as less desirable traits to fit his ideal. this is most obviously seen in his last focus event, hiding his "ugly" emotions from wxs to maintain his image, but also in kaito, who embodies everything tsukasa hopes to be. theres much more, but tsukasa and identity has been a subtle but constant thematic through line for him. the kasa clones could be how various characters view him, how they often either love him or find him a nuisance. it could be the responsible and brave face he put on for saki and his parents, and now he has the potential to be looked after by someone else if he takes it. it could be the always okay always happy face he shows wxs while he struggles to actually be vulnerable and honest about his problems. it could be a whole host of things

theres so much symbolism in this card and im sure theres stuff i havent even noticed yet

[mono-dot-jpeg]

a child and their 9ft pet - astral express crew

summary; the adventures of a 7 year old and their large mythical beast called ossy.

genre/extra tags; bullet fic/headcanons, anxious! reader, reader is connected to most animals (but mostly their companion), reader is from the luofu, i made reader a bit know it all sassy but it's okay it's only for a little bit, reader is a smart baby

[platonic] [7 year old! reader] [gender neutral! reader]

[buy me a kofi to support!]

a/n; this is the most steven universe shit i've seen /j /nm, that's what popped into my mind upon reading this ask. nothing wrong with it. just pointing it out KSDJKSJ also this is based off lion dog from chinese mythology which is what i assume you were describing from the shih tzu and also im rather familiar with the lion dog myself as someone who used to visit temples with my family (love those statues). anyways, hope you enjoy, you didn't really specify what type of work you wanted, so i did bullet fic/hcs

the crew met you when you were trying to avoid them

you're not really normal in the luofu, you were not really an anomaly but you weren't a normal kid either.

the general knew of you due to your larger than life pet.

well... it was more of a beast of mythic lore turned real but who's arguing about definitions here?

even if your pet was in a smaller form, they were still pretty big. about 4ft. maybe twice your height almost

but jingyuan let you have your pet as long as you weren't making trouble

anyways, back to the actual subject at hand.

the astral crew needed to find you since you were supposedly the young scholar of the luofu who seemed to know everything and loved learning about everything

you were almost a historian some would even say

but you didn't really like the idea of being a historian

you just like learning about everything

but you weren't the best around people

so when you met the crew .. .

you jumped right into your pet's fur, disappearing without a trace

"HUH?!"

"how did they disappear like that?"

"did they just jump into that animal's fur?"

march tries to reach out, but the dog barks angrily and backs up

"okay okay! sorry.. puppy?"

"they're not a puppy!" your voice erupts from the soft fur of the dog (?) your head pops up startling the express crew, "they're a lion! get it right!" you scolded them.

"but they don't look like a lion."

"and you don't look like a local, so what's it to you!?" you huffed. "you don't know everything about the luofu!"

"that's why we're here. we need to know more about the history of your home." the eldest man, welt yang, spoke gently. "general jingyuan sent us."

you sigh as you cuddle into your pet's fur, still leaving the crew to wondering how you're being contained in it. "okay. what do you want to know?" and you begrudgingly answer their questions. you eventually leave your pet's fur and they keep your feeling less anxious about the strangers who imposed on your reading time.

and that's it for now.

the crew is mildly concerned and curious about you\

they spot you around different parts of the luofu as they continue their adventure.

let's say that they even had more time to get to know you better. how you're kind of a wild card for the luofu cloud knights and how you'd rather do a plain hobby than fight.

but you're perfectly capable of doing so

well, mostly your pet.

boy were they shocked when they saw your already large ish lion change and grow into a true creature of mythology, and fought the marastruck with ease.

"no chewing! marastruck isn't good for your diet!" you had scolded after the fight was over. "put them down ossy!" despite their cowering size, they almost shrink at your words and remind the crew of a sad puppy or cat. but ossy listens to you and spits out the marastruck, letting it disintegrate into the air.

yeah.. the crew was even more curious after that.

trailblazer was the only brave enough to speak what they were all thinking. what is your pet and how did you get them?

and you told them the simple story that you gained them as a family heirloom and bonded a contract with them. you even formed other contracts with other animals but not as strong as ossy's contract.

ossy was sort of a present from your family as you came from a line of mythic beast tamers and now you're here with them

and after that, you visit the express once in a while with ossy by your side to get a break from the streets of luofu

you take up your other hobbies when you're in the express, often knitting or drawing and you make drawings and little bracelets from the crew. while your drawings and knitting works arent as amazing as your knowledge, you don't mind because it just means more to learn and improve on.

you love being with the crew now and you love ossy more than ever of course!

[pecanbrandies]

Emerie, the Illyrian Conflicts, and her Future as a Leader

My theory for future books (likely within the novella itself) is that Emerie may replace Devlon, as well as manage the Illyrian conflicts (and the misogynistic issues surrounding them) and bring them into a new era.

I won't go into much detail about why the recent theories of Azriel solving the Illyrian conflicts don't make any sense. ⬇️

Many of the issues surrounding the conflicts are feminist issues. It would make sense for this to be Emerie's purpose, especially if we continue with female led storylines. I also want to be clear that I don't see this as a Valkyrie-inclusive storyline - the other women in this group are not Illyrian and it is not part of their journey. Emerie was the first woman to win the sacred Blood Rite, even when she was disabled as a result of Illyrian tradition and misogyny, owns property when women in the village do not, and has been progressively working against backwards tradition her entire life. I also can't see Koschei just...waiting around for 800 pages while this occurs. Killing him is similar to Voldemort - you kill his soul and then him. It wouldn't make sense for the Valkyries to conquer the third mountain and then let Azriel have an OOC eat/pray/love moment with the Illyrians; it's almost as if Eris points out that there are three sister peaks, lists the sisters that have conquered two already, and tells the reader directly what's next for a reason.

Side Note: I would love for this to happen in a Mor novella, especially since there are so many strong parallels about these two women who both grew up in harsh environments (Hewn City and Illyria) and managed to become elite and powerful.

Emerie shares many similarities with Queen Teuta. ⬇️

The Illyrians in history reached their peak of power under Queen Teuta.

"Illyrian Queen Teuta is one of the most extraordinary figures of Illyrian antiquity and of Albanian heritage. She was also called the pirate queen, and folklore says that she was wiser than a snake, braver than a line, and more beautiful than fairies."

Emerie - meaning: home strength; brave, powerful

Queen Teuta ruled for three years and "managed to strengthen and consolidate her power, and made powerful allies. She stimulated the economy, promoted the development of Illyrian cities, strengthened the army, and created her own navy." She was known as Queen of the Seas.

In ACOFAS, we learn that Emerie is the daughter of Proteus. Proteus, in Greek mythology, is a sea god.

According to folklore, the queen ended her life by throwing herself off the Orjen peak. This mountain peak lies close to the base of the Illyrian fleet, which is known as modern Risan. Sound familiar?

The Orjen mountain is described as inaccessible limestone cliffs, protecting the settlement below.

Ramiel, on the other hand... "None were permitted on its barren, rocky slopes - save for the Illyrians." (ACOFAS)

Unfortunately, a lot of the biographical details of this queen are skewed, likely due to misogynist reasons.

In ACOFAS, we begin to explore the Illyrian conflicts, meet Emerie, and we see Rhys question who would even replace Devlon.

"I resented the male...It was his absurd ideas about females that made me want to throttle him. But if he had to be replaced, the Mother knew who would take his position."

We already see Emerie begin to embody some of the strengths that Queen Teuta had. And we see both women greatly affected by misogyny around them. However, the queen's legacy serves as a reminder of when the Illyrian fleet was at its most powerful.

Instead of a mountain leading to a tragic end, it can easily be a beginning.

Emerie has become a Carynthian, an elite warrior, and was the first woman to do so. Besides the IC, only three men have reached the peak before her.

Emerie is already actively at the forefront of change - she is fighting against misogynistic ideals and proving herself to be a fierce leader and warrior. I think that her story is just the beginning and she has so much to offer.

[narcissistcookbook]

Hi! I just found your Tumblr and I love your music! I have to ask, what was going through your mind when you made the 'apple' song? I absolutely love it so much! I love the beginning where it's a conversation between Eve and Lucifer, then the breakdown of him singing! Just the storytelling is amazing! So I really wanted to know what was your thought process through the song :3 🫶

thank you! 💜

I ran a songwriting workshop for a while, and much like @jammechanics today I'd set writing prompts for the group and myself. The prompt that week was apple, and I wrote two tracks - the first was a rough draft of Apple, and then when that didn't come together in time I wrote a dumb Prince pastiche called Golden Delicious

I've always been attracted (in a secular way for the most part) to Christian mythology/imagery and broad mysticism. I was raised atheist and didn't attend church except once a year early on as part of school, and it's so fundamentally strange as a secular child to hear this mishmash of stories indistinguishable from fairytales - the garden of eden, noah, the nativity, the crucifixion - except these ones are presented in a deeply formal context and are meant to be real.

That sounds super r/atheist of me, but that isn't how I mean it. I was sincerely intrigued by the stories and, since they were presented as Things That Actually Happened, I had a bunch of questions about the lore implications of the more abstract stories that no one could really answer. Why did the wise men follow a star? Why did the angels appear to a bunch of shepherds? Why don't angels appear anymore? Why was God such a tetchy butthole in the garden of eden? What was so bad about the apple and the tree? Was the snake the devil, because those guys are by far the most interesting characters in all of these stories and why aren't they featured more? Snake spinoff when?

So I guess I'd been writing that extended Snake/Eve fanfic in the back of my mind for ages. That specific interaction is meant to be the inciting incident at the root of the entirety of human history, and it's just brushed past in the most unsatisfying way.

To answer some other questions around Apple: no I haven't read or seen Good Omens; yes 'It's Dark Materials' is a reference to Phillip Pullman's His Dark Materials; the snake calls God 'It' in a dehumanising way because It's literally not human and isn't there something unsettling about an extradimensional, incomprehensible entity going i̵m̷ ̷a̵ ̴b̷o̵y̵ ̷l̵o̸l̸

[teawitch]

Classical Correspondences

"Correspondences are just things people made up." various tumblr blogs

Working with a local witch community, one thing I've noticed is that a lot of witches coming from very (sometimes very very) Christian background haven't really been exposed to "Classical" education in the sense of Greek, Roman and Medieval history and thought, except for a sort of biblical overview.

This is the Bible belt and often the question isn't - "Well, you've read Greek mythology, right?" but "were you permitted to read Greek mythology?" Which has left a big gap in the foundational understanding of where some of our witchcraft and broader magical work comes from, including those correspondence lists you see everywhere.

In broad terms, the Egyptians influenced the Greeks who influenced the Romans who influenced the early Christian church and most of medieval Europe. This gives a sort of historical and geographical foundation for our Classical Correspondences. And a lot of other things but right now, let's just look at correspondences.

The periods above give us a long history of men (and sometimes women, but honestly, this was mostly an old boys club) looking at the universe and saying "how does all this fit together?"

In an attempt to answer that question, they started looking at connections between things to try to understand them. Why does valerian smell that way? Why does camomile also make you feel relaxed? Are these two related somehow? Can we find a way to organize them?

Isn't that what botany does? At least for plants?

Yes. And we can see that because both these plants fall under the influence of Jupiter they are kingly, helpful, and aromatic, imparting a feeling of relaxation and expansion.

Umm, Tea, it doesn't say that in my botany textbook.

You have the wrong textbook. You need Culpepers Complete Herbal which is the culmination of all the plant knowledge you'll every need. Says so in the title - Complete. And it was published during the reign of Queen Elizabeth, so you know it's up to date. Queen Elizabeth the First. A time of great scientific progress. (its free on Project Gutenberg)  Though of course Culpeper worked from reliable sources like Aristotle. And  Pliny the Elder, who wanted to categorize everything. (Pliny is probably best known on Tumblr for that elephant religion post that makes it's way around now and then. Pliny is not a reliable source for elephant religion or, well, other topics. But I digress.)

Let's break things down a bit. By Jupiter we mean the planet Jupiter, not the god. (Though Jupiter does fall under Jupiter). The Romans categorized according to the seven ruling planets - Sun, Moon, Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn - with additional influence from the four Greek elements - earth, air , fire, water as well as the astrological signs. They assigned properties to each of these that fit with their view of that planet/element/sign. Jupiter is kingly, along with other properties.

You take everything - plants, metals, gem stones, colors, parts of the body, emotions - and you figure out which ruling planet they fall under and you have a system of correspondences based on the planetary properties. (Venus for love, Mars for courage and strength, Mercury for speed and communication, etc.)

Tea - you're missing a couple of planets and the sun and moon aren't planets.

These are the 7 classical planets or the 7 wandering stars. These were the seven things that could be seen with the naked eye and didn't follow the fixed pattern of the stars. From the Greek word meaning "to wander". We are standing on earth so obviously it's not wandering around the sky. (We have correspondences for Uranus, Neptune and Pluto that were added later)

Got it. So they developed a system of correspondences using the classical planets and used it for witchcraft?

Of course not. From the Romans onward, witchcraft was generally illegal. (Greece disapproved but the laws were a bit different.) So no one would have developed an expansive system of correspondences for witchcraft and made it public.

These were scientific. And for medicine. And, well, for occult practices that were definitely not witchcraft! (Look up high magic vs low magic but basically, it was an economic difference and being poor was bad.)

The important part was - this was science. It had rules. It had structure. They didn't just randomly assign meanings to plants. They developed an entire system of classification and examined each plant to decide where it fit under that system.  Sometimes plants could fall under multiple planets. Sometimes different parts of a plant fell under a different influence. And when used in medicine, what ruling influences the patient fell under could affect the treatment.

I don't want to use them.

It's hard to avoid them. They come into witchcraft through Western Ceremonial Magic but also through pure practicality. See, some of them work remarkably well, possibly because of the medical aspect of things. In medicine there had to a be a probability of success because if everyone died, no one would use them.

And from a witchcraft perspective - a lot of them make sense to the way we work. Plants with hallucinatory properties are often classified as Lunar and fall under the Moon. Spicy and hot plants fall under Mars. Pretty, sweet smelling flowers fall under Venus. These are already connections most of us have. It's also culturally an open system. Remember, it was considered science and medicine in its day. Anyone can reference and use planetary correspondences in their work.

I think personal correspondences would be stronger.

Possibly, over time and for the person involved. Personal and cultural correspondences  build up a resonance in the cultural or with the person, but that resonance  may not transfer well to others. Planetary correspondences have had a long time to develop that resonance and are broadly used, so that resonance is considered to transfer well to the working of others. They are simply a good base for publicly shared work.  

[marsprincess889]

ANALYZING "THE TWILIGHT SAGA" WITH VEDIC ASTROLOGY

Fall is here and I've decided to rewatch Twilight, all 5 movies. The franchise is a phenomenon that most can't explain. We all know that it's very bad but also excellent and no one can deny the cultural impact it had. I was 10 when the last movie came out and I remember how everything was saturated with it. The movies serve as a time capsule and when I first watched all the movies last year, even though I've never seen them before, Breaking Dawn p.2 still catapulted me back to 2012. It's a really good way to learn recent history 😅.

Whether you like it or not, Twilight is an important part in pop history. You've obviously heard of the "still a better love story than Twilight" joke, at the very least.

Anyways, I want to analyze the movies via vedic astrology, specifically, nakshatras. We'll start with the author of the books, Stephenie Meyer.

Stephenie Myer has Sun-Moon-Rahu conjunction in Mula nakshatra.

Mula deals with everything abnormal, with horrors hidden in plain sight. It has a strong connection to animals and creatures that are considered dangerous. Overall, Twilight is still about Bella finding out about the supernatural and even falling in love with and becoming such a creature. The gloomy atmosphere of the first movie really suits Mula because of its Ketu rulership and the city of Forks really suits Ardra- Mula's yoni consort, but I'll talk about that in a second. First, let's begin with the characters.

Bella Swan

Kristen Stewart - Hasta moon (Revati sun, Rohini ascendant)

The modern myth of Persephone

In many ways, Twilight mirrors the myth of Persephone. Kristen's moon nakshatra- Hasta being tied to this goddess, she plays a convincing transition from innocence and inexperience into reaching your full potential through transformation. Hasta nakshatra is in the middle of Virgo- the most material sign, connected to the 6th house of everyday worldly matters. It's female at her most independent and untainted, either completely shutting off male influence or completely embracing it.

So, Hasta is Persephone, Queen of the dead who was abducted by the God of the dead and underwold- Hades while she was still just an innocent maiden, picking flowers with her friends.

We see Bella being defined by her surroundings and relationships, which is a common complaint that people have while watching this movie, but that's precisely why she's the modern Persephone. Persephone was loved by her mother - Demeter, but she was also rarely, if ever mentioned without her mother in mythologies as Kore, the maiden, before she became Persephone- Queen of the Dead. Bella manages to stand out with her awkwardness and uniqueness even though, by stereotypical standards, she "has no personality". Eventually, her romance with Edward triggers a deep and fast transformation, symbolized in the movies by Bella becoming a vampire, and what a vampire she became.

Bella's transformation and power

We see that Bella as a newborn vampire has impressive self control and nice skills. She also gained a power to shield. Now, Hasta in females often manifests as extreme defensiveness. It's the nakshatra of the female being closed off or completely open, and we see Bella opening up completely to Edward, his family her own family and Jacob while shutting off any other influence, thus, protecting herself and those who she opened up to from anything.

Hades is connected to Bharani nakshatra. Let's move over to the Hades in Twilight.

Edward Cullen

Robert Pattinson- Ardra Moon (Krittika sun, Bharani ascendant)

Ardra- the yoni consort of Mula (dog yonis) is known as "the moist one". It almost always rains in the city of Forks (at least in the movie version of it, lol) and it's almost always gloomy. Mula and Ardra being yoni consorts, it makes sense why Stephenie Meyer wrote about the Ardra archetype. Ardra (and rahu nakshatras in general) are connected to inherited wealth, and we see that Edward's family is most likely the richest one in town. Wealth doesn't substitute for happiness, though, and Ardras are almost always tortured souls who struggle a lot internally but maintain a cold exterior, that cracks sometimes to unleash all the angst and anger that has been held inside. Edward is definitely a tortured soul who makes things a lot more complicated then they are. He doesn't even believe he has a soul for most of the franchise. Ardra men are also frequently seen as extremely attractive by women, especially because they always have hidden depths.

Besides that Ardra archetype, Edward serves as a Hades figure who falls in love with the innocent Persephone- Bella, who, like Persephone, eventually becomes a force to be reckoned with. Robert Pattinson has Bharani ascendant, the nakshatra connected to that God and the underworld.

All the ways Kristen and Robert's nakshatras connect mythologically

Hasta and Bharani - Persephone and Hades

Rohini and Krittika - Eve and Adam

Hasta/Rohini and Krittika - The Moon and The Sun

Revati and Bharani - yoni consorts (!!)

The love triangle and enemy yonis

Jacob Black

Taylor Lautner - Krittika moon, Dhanishta sun, Krittika ascendant

The wolves in Twilight are depicted as complete opposites of the vampires. They're impulsive, forward, outwardly aggressive and temperamental, whereas vampires are characterised by more self-control, coldness and refinment.

Besides both of them being Krittika, Taylor Lautner and Robert Pattinson have enemy yoni nakshatras: Taylor's Dhanishta sun_ mars ruled and lion yoni, outwardly aggressive and more forward and Robert's Bharani ascendant_ venus ruled, elephant yoni, internally very selective and outwardly more compliant and refined, more subtle. None of them are better than the other, but since Bella is the protagonist, vampires and Edward in particular are more frquently painted in the positive light.

I've also seen more movies where enemies are actually played by actors or actresses with enemy yoni nakshatras. It's one of the most common patterns I've observed.

So, Jacobs's lion yoni, martian demeanor frequently clashed with Bella's and Edward's elephant yoni nakshatras. It's interesting that both of those yonis are kings of the jungle and fight for authority. Traditionally, elephant yonis are associated with authority and lion yonis are their disruptors and these films certainly showcase that in the form of the love triangle.

Renesmee Cullen

Mackenzie Foy - Bharani moon (Vishakha sun, Krittika ascendant)

I always associated Bharani females with the archetype of being born into a family where they play the role of a sort of "princess" who adopts her family's ways from an early age (I hope this made sense). You know, the chiefdan's daughter or the headstrong capricious princess in fairy tales, those are all tropes I associate with Bharani.

Besides that, Bharani is another nakshatra associated with Persephone and seeing as Jacob imprints on her WHEN SHE'S A LITERAL NEWBORN, I think we have a repetition of the Persephone- Hades myth. Also, Jacob is double Krittika and Renesmee is Bharani and the female Bharani- male Krittika dynamic is the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice. Jacob being assigned to protect Renesmee and saving her life is definitely connected to that myth. Also, we have a lot of Krittikas in this franchise.

Bonus: The Volturi

Two out of the 3 rulers of Volturi have Venus nakshatra moons:

Michael Sheen as Aro - Purva Phalguni moon

Jamie Campbell Bower as Caius - Bharani moon

Makes sense since they're considered the elite and Venus is tied with elitism.

So, this is pretty much all I wanted to say. If you liked this post please interact with me, like, comment, reblog or even message me. Happy fall equinox and take care 🤍🧛🏻👩🐺

[cirusthecitrus]

Iliad? In my She-Ra cartoon? It's more likely than you think

Some of you may know that og Hordak and Prime (from the motu franchise) also have "normal" names. Sooo, you know how long it took my dumb ass to realize that Hec-Tor and Anillis are spelled and pronounced suspiciously similar to Hector and Achilles - u know, the heroes from Homer's Iliad??*

I have no idea if this lil trivia fact is an intentional reference or not or if this specific choice of characters is supposed to mean anything at all. But it means everything to ME

Because why Horde Prime of all people was given the name of a hero?? Why Hordak, his brother, was given the name of his enemy and his victim? And why do these names fit the 2018s versions of these characters so well?

!I'm not an expert in ancient literature or greek mythology/history or anything close so my knowledge and understanding of the Iliad and its characters is literaly on the surface level! I'm only making this post cause looking for parallels is fun c:

Horde Prime as Achilles

The mythological hero, Achilles was often reffered to as the beast, or pure element, force of nature, or even a star. Not a person, not a human being

He was an exceptional fierce hero known for his passion and determination, but also his arrogance and stubborness. Noble yet often selfish and capricious, understanding and caring yet cruel

The one who possesed arcane knowledge about the fate of humanity, and with it - about his own destiny

The one protected by the gods, who was so close to godhood himself, whos body was immortalized in the river Styx

And yet, one small part remained vulnerable, a part of him stayed painfully human. And once it was discovered and aimed at, he was as good as dead

The one who was driven by horrific almost animalistic rage. Rage that came from pain and grief. Rage that came... from love?

Achilles lost someone dear to him and this loss blinded him with desire for revenge, made him chase after the warrior who took his loved one from him. He refused to let go, not even letting go of Hector's corpse

Hordak as Hector

Described as "deserving of love" Hector was a great warrior, deeply devoted and loyal to his home and his cause

A brave unstoppable leader who nonetheless made many mistakes by letting his human emotions and traits make him act unwise, arrogant, reckless and naive

The one who believed in his gods and trusted so many, but in the end was only deceived and lied to. And this lie was the reason why Hector could not escape Achilles' wrath

The cause and the victim of Achilles' rage. His personal enemy, the one who killed his beloved. The one who feared Achilles so much yet in the end stopped running away and faced him in their first and final duel

The one who lost everything. Doomed to die tragically by Achilles' hand. Hector didnt even beg for mercy, only for his body to be treated with respect, but Achilles could not be reasoned with. Instead he dragged his corpse behind his chariot for days on end, not letting him rest. Not letting Hector return home to his family

But wait, who is Patroclus of this story?

Funny how this part of Achilles' story fits Hordak a lot more, since it was him who lost a dear friend and it was him who was consumed with grief and fury. Thus, in a way, Hordak is both Hector and Achilles and Entrapta is his Patroclus. But what's Prime's deal then?

We can always enter fanon territory and headcanon that Prime might have lost someone a long time ago and grief turned him into a monster. Could be a lover, could be a friend or family, could be his old self even. But then what Hordak had to do with it? Why he became the target of his rage?

Perhaps in this version Patroclus isn't even a person. An idea of perfection and control. Hordak's imperfections ruined the image of his ideal world where everything goes his way, ruined his own image, the facade of an all mighty god who could not make a mistake or create something less than perfect. In a sense Hordak's defect and later betryal killed everything Prime was working on and was trying to achieve, everything he believed in

Perhaps Hordak is both Hector and Patroclus. A brother Prime loved so much, but only when he was still a perfect obedient doll with no name. But once Hordak began to change, showing his personhood and becoming harder to control, becoming unrecognizable, HP could not accept it. In his mind Prime lost a brother, and someone who named himself Hordak was his murderer

Again, I have no idea why the hell they chose these names for their aliases. Achilles and Hector were in no way pure or flawless people, but... they were still heroes. Does this say anything about the characters of Horde Prime and Hordak or their dynamic? Especially their motu versions**?? Or was this just a reference for the sake of reference? (oh maybe im only seeing things and its not even a reference??) They could've chosen an iconic pair of tragic brothers instead idk on the surface it'd seem more fitting :/

But i'd rather keep my tinfoil hat on and think that it was all intentional, because I'm LIVING for the implications regarding Prime's humanity .з.

**Motu fans and experts if you're reading this, i'd love to hear your thoughts on this, you have to know more than me!

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Aiming for Cupid (Dream of Endless x Cupid!Reader)

Pairing: Morpheus x Cupid!Reader

Word count: 12.8k

Summary: There are a few things you and Morpheus have in common, you both get obssessed with love, you are to fowards with love and you have your heart broken in the name of love. Maybe it would be a good idea if you ended up together? Maybe? No?

Warning: Obssessive love, reader does not shut up, cuestionably outfits, Dream being a stubburn man who falls in love quite easily, awkwarness everywhere, bad greek mythology knowledge 

A/N: I had this idea stuck on my head since sunday and this was suppose to be a small little cute thing around 500 words :’) 

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received!

Masterlist

Part 2

“ My life before you was a mess

Couldn't win one round of this chess”

- TOMORROW X TOGETHER

There is a saying that goes “Valentine’s Day wouldn’t be complete without Cupid.” You hated that saying because it was false, no life would be complete without you, as you took pride in your work to speak for itself. Being the definition of love, the Goddess of Love (in this century, you tend to change each 100 years to keep it exciting) has its perks. You know love at the very deepest core, you treasure it, you would kill and die for love. That’s how you are. You just love love.

But today, you wanted to kill in the name of love. Archie Bodycomb was getting on your nerves. He was a sweet kid, you really love him and you even went beyond yourself to try and help his confidence with love. You managed to ‘accidentally’ introduce him to the love of his life Rachel Cobbledick. Both were awkward on their own ways and on their first date, they just sat there, one in front of the other watching intently at the forks on the table. Yes, you really wanted them to be together, perhaps they were just perfect for each other, but in reality, you loved their last names and decided to play a little with their love life.

They managed to flourish in a beautiful friendship that later transformed in love. It wasn’t easy as everybody was against them to be together, specially his mother, but the more negative responses they got, more obsessed you became to get them together.

And when Cupid gets something on her head, there is no way in heaven or hell, there is no God, who could stop her.

That’s how many relationships last a long time. But the ones that die along the way were because there was no spark that interested her to keep them together. A good example is all the marriages the Gods had along history. Yeah, you were really bored on that period of time.

You began following Archie since he woke up, you watched him get dressed and do really awkward poses in front of his mirror, of course you were cheering him, even though he couldn’t see you, you were helping him get the confidence.

That’s why you were currently behind a bush, a pair of bright pastel pink binoculars glued to your eyes, a bag of candies on your right and a big notebook displayed perfectly to the curious eyes, it had the whole plan of Archie written there, with corrections by your hand so this moment would be perfect and you would made sure of it.

“Come on, come on, come on.” You held tightly the binoculars against your eyes. “Just like we practice Archie, one knee on the ground, yes, yes, perfect.” You gasped horrified. “No! that’s the wrong knee!”

“Having fun today?”

You turned your head to the side, binoculars still pressed against your eyes. “Hey Death!” You loopily smiled.

“Hey Cupid, is there a reason why are you behind a bush?” She kneeled at your side, her fingers tapped the binoculars. “Nice glasses.”

“Oh! I’m on the job, you know, Cupid’s never rest and all…Thank you very much by the way, got them at a sale somewhere in the world. Love your outfit, it’s really gothic!” You turned your attention back to the couple, apparently Archie wasn’t doing so good, he managed to lose the ring. “Damn it Archie.”

“Friends of yours?” Death asked you, now completely absorbed at the couple as well.

“Friends? No, no, but Archie over there was planning his proposal for the last 7 years and today was the lucky day, not for him, he completely sucks at preparing things but that’s why I am here, to watch and to laugh.”

“Ah.” Death nodded understanding, “So this is the reason you are behind a bush?”

“Well, of course! Thank you for asking, by the way, she’s going to say yes anyway, she loves him to much, even though they both are a disaster on these things.” You sighed tiredly. “One would think that my presence would help but sadly that’s not true, I mean, yeah, it’s running smoothly but not perfect, I blame his mother, she wanted to come. Crazy lady.”

You both sat comfortably on the grass, the bush still hiding you from the sight of the others, not really helping as you were invisible to the eyes of the humans, but you love the theatrics of these situations.

“Come on Archie, you got this man, you already had years of practice.” You silently encourage. Your hand grabbed a bag from your right, you gave it to Death. “Here! I got these, they were on sale, they’re lemon, really good.”

“Thank you! What are they?”

You hummed. “Don’t know, the nice old man just wanted them gone, probably they are expired but still good.”

Death watched the bag, slowly putting it on the floor. “I’ll have some…later.”

“Suit yourself.” You grabbed a few and popped it on your mouth. “So! Is there a reason you are here? Are you here for Archie and Rachel? Please don’t. They took me too much time to get them to tie the knot.”

Death laughed softly at your devastating face, her eyes glancing at the couple, they were now on the ground, both looking for the ring. Thankfully it wasn’t raining. “Don’t worry, not here for them…Actually I wanted to come see you, you know I miss you, you need to visit more often.”

“How sweet! I miss you too always, and I love talking with you, but you are here for something specifically, sooo…come tell Cupid how can I help you, is it love? Do you need a spark? I can do that easily, but shh, shh, shh, Archie finally found the ring!” Your smiled widened, “Come on man! Just say the phrase!”

“It’s about my brother.” Death said, ignoring your grunting, clearly you weren’t paying attention to her.

“Maybe he just needs me there, would it be so bad if I go there and asked her to marry him? I mean, what’s more romantic than having Cupid asking your hand in matrimony?”

Death turned her head to the now disastrous situation. Apparently Archie hit their foreheads hard enough to knock them back to the ground, you began standing up, ready to intervene but she stopped you. You turned at her confused.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to intervene in this situations Cupid.”

“Yeah, yeah, semantics. But, if we are speaking in terms of rules…I am not breaking anything, besides, those are my rules, I ruled them so hard, and he needs help! That pains me so much Death!.” You pouted at her.

“Maybe you just need to take a deep breath and wait…look.” You turned towards the couple.

In your crisis, Archie managed to propose successfully to Rachel and now they were kissing on the grass.

“Gross.” You gagged in disgust. “Even for Cupid, there is too much tongue. You were saying?”

Death sighed, she knew how distracted you could get with love and she was trying to find a soft way to ask for your help and not get offended.

“I wanted to talk about my brother.”

“Huh, you do have a lot of brothers Death, and sisters, you have a lot of those two.” You begin counting her siblings on your hand. “There’s you and Desire and the other one, the one with the thing that does stuff, the one with a book, also that other one and the other other one.”

“You don’t remember our names, do you?”

You bit your lip smiling, shrugging. “Well, I have to remember millions of names my sweet, sweet Death, of course I tend to forget things, it would be kind of you if you tell me what brother are you talking about.”

Death stood up, offering a hand at you, you gladly took it. “It’s about Dream.”

You interlaced your fingers together and making your hands swing back and forth, you began humming, your mind trying to remember who this Dream guy was, to be honest, probably he wasn’t interesting as his face wasn’t in your memory. “Dream…Dream…Dreeeaaam…I do know Desire, we went for tea last week, so that sibling is out of the question, Dream…okey I don’t know who is he.”

Death laughed at your words, you amused her. “You know Dream, he’s tall, always serious, his face is always pouting in pain, you could even say he is the definition of moodiness”

“Mmmh,” You hummed, still lost in thought. “Not ringing a bell, sorry friend.”

“He has more heartbreaks than love stories.”

“Oh! Yeah! Of course I know Dream! Aww, I love him to pieces, always have a blast when he’s in love.” You turned to her excited, grabbing her other hand and beginning to jump happily. “He’s such a cutie pie when he is in love.”

“Yeah,” Death said uncertainly, “About that…”

Your head tilted to the side, “Mmh? Does he need my help again? He could just ask, I’m always opened to help him find love, you should tell him to ask me for some advice, he sucks at love and that’s coming from me.”

“Cupid,” Death sighed tiredly, forcing a smile. “How about we go for something to eat? My treat.”

Your eyes opened wide, a big smile breaking in your face. “Oh! Yes! I was craving cake! Come on, I know a place, there’s this girl I helped find love, you will love the story, it began with a cucumber, a sex shop and crickets…”

You dragged Death across town, talking about everything and nothing, the way was fun at your side, you always have a story to tell, on your way to this particular bakery that you described as ‘the perfect place you would stuff your face and not be upset later’ was full of chatting, mostly on your side, Death tended to simply nod here and there, offer a few comments. You handed her your notebook and the bag of candy you were eating earlier. Claiming that you now were on a break and that notebook was work.  

The bakery was cute, it was a single floor place with pastel colors surrounding you, the smell of fresh lemon cookies flooded the air, making you salivate, you entered the store still dragging your friend and sat her on the booth that always were reserved to you.

“I’m going to order, want something in particular? Forget it, I know what you would like, I know you say that it was your treat but now it’s my treat because I haven’t seen you in forever and I won’t accept a no for an answer.” You walked away ignoring the protests of your friend.

Death sighed, her hands rubbing her eyes tiredly, she knew your mood was about to change from happiness to hateful and resentful, that’s how you were and that’s how history never portrayed you, they always thought you were the most charismatic and happiest chubby child with wings, but in reality, you were far off that description.

She shrugged, any wrong words and she would face your wrath, Death thought of Psyche and now she was afraid, she knew your marriage with the Goddess of the Soul, she remembered how disastrous your divorce was and all because of a single petty fight of the two of you. Those were really dark times for love.

You returned happily, little hops accompanied your steps, your pink and yellow dress moving in a poetic way, you really captivated the eyes of everybody there, even Death was captivated by your presence. You sat in front of here and continued your story of how crazy yesterday’s couple were.

“I’m telling you Death, those were the craziest ones, they got married on a field of corn and then begun to make out with the corn.”

“Cupid…” Death tried to interrupt you.

“Okey, yes, it was my fault, they met on ‘the corniest love festival’ from Iowa, but you would think they had another interest besides corn! But no! I think they plan to name their kids Corneshia and Corny, we should totally be there when the kids are born.”

“Cupid.” She tried again with a bit more force. You shut up quickly, your cheeks puffing in embarrassment. “So…What I was saying, Dream.”

“Yes, your moody brother who doesn’t understand relationships, how can I help him, my arrows doesn’t work with you Endless perfections.” You winked at her.

“I need you to stop, Cupid.” Death decided to just be direct and began praying to not offend you.

You blinked confused at her. “St..op?”

Death sighed again, you were really a child. “Yes…Look, I know you love love and you love helping at whatever cost when it comes to finding love.”

You nodded proudly, “Well, yeah. That’s my job.”

Death hands rested on the table, her fingers intertwining tightly, your eyes went to them in an instant. “Well, Dream is known for not having durable relationships, as you probably already know.”

“I know,” You sighed, your hands covered your face in a dramatic way. “It breaks my heart whenever his relationships ends!”

“I know, honey, I do know, but…You need to stop, Cupid, please stop.”

“I don’t understand.” You muttered against your hands. “You don’t want him to find love? Does he don’t want to find love?”

Death took your hands away from your face and hold them softly. “Dream doesn’t understand romance like you do honey, he goes all in, in an obsessive way and then he has his heart broken because he just exposed it.”

“I don’t see the problem.” Your took your hands away from hers, “Love is obsessive, and he going all in it’s romantic. I don’t understand what you want me to do.”

“I want you to stop trying to make Dream fall in love…” Death finally said, it was so quiet you almost missed it.

The room got quiet, Death noticed. She saw your eyes darkened quickly, one of your brows twitching in annoyance, she could tell she fucked up really bad.

“Are you questioning my methods, Death?” You stood up, your presence towered her and for the first time in existence, Death felt tiny in comparison to you. “Are you questioning my work?”

“What?” Death whispered fearfully. “No, no. Of course not! I know how perfect your methods are.” You watched her intently, from the corner of her eye, she could see the other humans lowered their heads in submission. “I’m just hoping you would take a break from helping my brother.”

Your lip twitched angrily. “A…break?” Your voice was serious and demanded submission at your persona, Death quickly averted her eyes, trying to placate your anger in anyway. You were now a very pissed and angry God.

She cleared her throat. “Yes…a break.” Death paused for a second, the room was now silent, even the outside was silent and the eyes of everyone were on both of you, specifically on her, trying to see the mistake she would soon regret. “Look, when Dream falls in love and has his heart broken, it pains me so much because I don’t know what to do.”

“You are saying that I do not do a good job.” You spatted your words with venom. Death nervously swallow.

“You always do a perfect job, Cupid.”

“Eros.” You forced the name out. “One who criticizes my job does not deserve to call me by that name, and that goes for you, Death of Endless, and I suggest you think carefully of your next words before you speak them to me.”

Death got quiet the moment she saw your arch materialized on your hand, a dark arrow ready to be fired. A tremble ran through her back before finally meeting your dangerous glare. Deciding it might be reasonable to let you know about Dream’s imprisonment. “The past one hundred years my little brother Dream disappeared, he tried to catch a rogue nightmare but in the end, he was caught by an evil man.”

You slowly sat down, your full attention on her persona, you put your arch on the table, the arrow still pointing at the Endless.

“He spend one hundred years trapped by this man, he demanded things Dream could not give, so he just trapped him on a glass sphere, alone and believe me that I am not questioning your job, I would never do that, I just need you to understand that what Dream really needs is a break from love so he can heal, he really needs to heal, Eros. Please, as a friend, take a break from him.”

You watched her carefully, your eyes moving across her face, trying to look for the lie, but you only found a tired being, a sister who was looking for her brother. You nodded tightly.

“You want me to take a break…alright.” You muttered, your voice completely different from the moment you entered the store, it was unnatural and weird on your persona.

“I hope it not too much to ask.” Death said, her tone trying to soothe your anger.

“It is not too much to ask.” You responded, still tightly. Your face moved to the left as a waitress slowly made your way to your table, her eyes were glued to the tray she was carrying, not meeting any of your eyes.

“Umm.” She nervously began. “Would…would you like…a few…more minutes?”

“Put the plates on the table and leave.” You answered with no emotion, your eyes returned to Death, who was trying to placate her heart at the feeling of your stare.

The waitress quickly set the plates, this amount of food was way too much for both of you, but she didn’t said anything, she finished fast and leave without turning, her eyes on the ground. A sing of submission.

Your hand grabbed a fork and stabbed it on one of the cakes, the first bite of the sweetness placate some of your anger, the soft satisfied hum you let out was a sign of your mood finally going to a happy one. Death almost got up and kissed the waitress in gratefulness.

“Is it good?” She tried asking. Your eyes opened quickly and a huge smile broke on your face.

“Good? Are you joking?! This is the best cake ever!” You happily exclaimed. The room (and Death) almost sighed in relief at your smile.

Death smiled, grabbing a fork as well. “Can I…?” She motioned at the cake you were happily eating.

You laughed, your cheeks full of dessert. You pushed the plate to her side and she ate a bit, let’s just say her reaction was almost the same as yours.

“So, would it be alright?” Death asked you, trying to reference the topic without setting off your mood again.

“Yeah, sure I’ll take a break.” You shrugged, “Sounds fun.”

Death watched you curiously, she felt your words meant something different but she wasn’t quite sure what they could mean. “Thank you so much Cupid,” She grabbed your hand, you squeezed in response. “This will help Dream so much.”

“No,” You smile widened. “Thank you for this.”

 ‘THE DIVORCE RATE HAS GROWN BY AN ALARMING 47% EXPERTS SAY THE GOVERNMENT IT AT FAULT’

‘EXPERTS SAY LOVE IS FALSE, CHECK THE INFORMATION BELOW.’

‘DO YOU WISH TO BE MARRIED? COME TO MADAM LOVE, SHE WILL HELP YOU MAKE YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE’

‘BRIDE KILLS GROOM BECAUSE HE CANCELS WEDDING’

‘ANSWER THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS TO SEE IF YOU’LL BE THE LUCKY ONE TO TIE THE KNOT!’

 The first few days of your vacation were hard, you didn’t know what to do as the only thing you were good at was your job. So you spend a few days just sitting on a bench at a park with a bag of tiny donuts and began feeding the pigeons. One donut for them, one for you. Equity.

One afternoon a lady sat by your side, you were currently throwing pieces of brownies to the pigeons, a pile of crumbs were on your lap, but your concentration was full on the birds.

“You shouldn’t feed chocolate to the birds, my dear, that caused them to have heartburn.” She smiled at your dedication, quietly absorbing the outrageous outfit you had on. Orange sundress, purple tights, cowboy boots and two huge bows at each side of your space buns.

“Really? I thought they liked them.” You sadly responded, the five remining ones you decided to shove them on your mouth, you turned to the old lady, your cheeks puffed. You looked like a squirrel.

“Try a baguette next time, a guy usually loves feeding them with that and they seem to love it.” She smiled at your puffy cheeks, she handed you a tissue. “You have a few crumbs on your face, honey.”

You swallowed the brownies, almost choking in the process. “Thank you miss.” You sighed.

“Something wrong, sweetheart?”

You turned to the lady, your legs quickly thrown at her lap, your head on her shoulder, and your arms hugging tightly at one of hers. “I just…I don’t know what to do, this is the first time I’m taking a vacation and I don’t know what to do.” You sobbed. “My life is my work, what am I without it?”

The lady was shook at your forwardness but patted your head softly. “Oh, sweetheart, maybe you just need to go out there, perhaps if you see the world, you might have what you are looking for.”

“You really believe so?” Your teary eyes met hers, and the lady softened at your sad face. She nodded. “But where should I go? Should I really go alone? That sounds sad.”

“Well, my niece really love this place, it’s a huge park and there is this mouse that it’s the mascot of that place…she always comes back happy when she goes there.”

“Park? Mouse?” You scooted closer to her. “Can I go there?”

The lady nodded, “Of course you can honey, perhaps you need that kind of distraction.”

You nodded along her words, your arms hugged her neck and squeeze it. You got off of her and began jumping in delight. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! You and your niece now have my blessing, love will always be on your family till the day I die!” You turned away and began running, now with a plan to enjoy your vacation.

You ended up buying a camera, it was so ugly you fell in love with it. The park was better than how the lady described it, it had a huge castle and lots of princesses, but your mission was finding the mouse, you wanted a picture with it, as the lady describe him as her niece’s favorite.

The mouse was better than you expected, his little red pants was something appealing and he even compliment your mismatched outfit.

“Wow! That’s a cool outfit! Minnie! Minnie! Come look at her outfit!” The Mouse quickly called his friend over. You were overjoyed, happily showing off your aqua leggings, cowboy boots and yellow dress, your hair was cascading on your back, and the big mouse diadem was bigger than your head.

“Oh! How beautiful she looks Mickey! She even has our ears, maybe she’s our family?” Minnie turned to Mickey, you were a few seconds of dying with happiness.

You thanked Death with all your heart for this vacation.

 “Mister Waiter!” You called loudly, the bar was busy, a few people were pushing around, one even touched you and your hard stare was enough for him to piss his pants. The waiter came to your side, his face was tired, you knew why, his wife left him for his best friend. “I would like another one of this purpulish drinks!” You softly shake the glass on the air. “Could you add an umbrella to it? And…And…And glitter! Thank you.”

You began eating the peanuts they gave you hours ago, a part of you were actually surprise the park had a bar, but it made sense, the parents of the chaotic children needed to vent their frustrations with drinks, you couldn’t complain as they serve glittery drinks.

The waiter came back with your drink and left without a word, you shrugged and went back to your boot, you were playing with one of the bracelets one of the princesses gave you, it was yellow, perfectly in combination with your purple dress and green tights, you loved it.

You kept drinking even when a shadow towered you. Your eyes moved upwards and saw a guy, he was quite an interesting character, black pants, black sweater, black coat, black unruly hair. His face was seriously looking at you. You swore you saw him from somewhere but you weren’t quite sure from where.

“Eros.” He sat down in front of you, his movements where quiet and you wonder if he was part of a show or something.

You loudly swallow from the straw, “Mystery Guy.” You tried greeting him with the same tone, but you ended up laughing at how ridiculous you sounded.

He looked at you waiting for an answer to whatever question he tried to ask without words.

“Mhm? Have we met before? I think I have seen you from somewhere…Oh! Are you the guy that Elvis tried to officiate the wedding on Vegas? It was so amazing how you ran off with him instead of the girl. Love it.”

The guy closed his eyes for a second, trying his hardest to not say something harsh. “My sister has spoken to you.”

Your head tilted to a side in confusion, the straw still hanging you’re your mouth. “Sister...sister…sister…mmmh…I know a lot of sisters, there are these triplets that wanted to be married with one single guy! Imagine his surprise when they began fighting on their wedding night to be the first to be fuc…”

“My sister, Death has spoken to you.” He interrupted you quickly, not wanting to hear the rest of the story.

Your straw fell, your smile widened. “Oh! Death, I love her so much, such a cutie pie, great taste on shoes…wait a second…you are her brother!” You happily exclaimed. “You are not Desire, obviously, we went shopping last month so you are not them…and that’s it, I don’t really remember the others.”

He said nothing, watching you carefully, his eyes stopping at the mouse ears from the top of your head. You smiled at that and shake your head softly so you could show off your new favorite accessory.

“You should probably say your name,” Your head rested on your hand, hair cascading on your side, the other hand began tapping at the sound of whatever was playing from the speakers. “It is courtesy to introduce yourself before sitting at someone’s table and you know my name so…”

“I have many names.” He said instead, you groaned.

“So do I, believe me, people tend to call me whatever, you want to know the worst one?” You began climbing across the table, your face inches from his, your nose touching his. “Dolphin rider, I don’t even like dolphins!” You sat on top of the table facing him. “Now your turn stranger.”

“Morpheus.” His eyes never leaving yours.

“Mmmmh,” You tapped your mouth thinking. “Doesn’t ring a bell, sorry.”

Morpheus sighed, he knew of your antics, all of the Gods knew of them, that’s why the just let you do whatever you wanted, you mostly tired them with your energy.

“Dream of Endless.” He corrected, trying his hardest to stop your hands from placing your diadem on his head. He knew better than stopping you, so he let you just go for it.

“Dream…Dream…Dream…oh! Dream! How lovely to see you, have you done something to your hair? Looking quite delicious…Wait, you need a drink, hold that pretty thought.” You threw your legs at the side of the table, quickly going off. “Mister waiter! Please another one of this purpulish drinks for my friend! Add a little umbrella please, he looks depressed!” You turned towards him, pointing at your diadem. “You take care of that, I will murder you in cold blood if you loose that!”

Morpheus saw you ran off to the bar, you were bouncing excitingly at each step, clearly overjoyed he join you on your drinking time. He never got the chance to properly meet you, only knew of your existence from your attempts on his love life and the words from his siblings, Death and Desire. You were quite energetic, it was proven on how talked and how you moved, you moved like poetry. Like a poet best verse, you were graceful on how you walked, your arms and hips controlled within the rhythm of your feet.

He understood why you were the Goddess of Love, you demanded attention, your whole presence was a delight to the eyes, the way you moved, the way you speak, the way you dressed, you acted purely by love and in the name of love. He was captivated by your whole presence, he wanted you to touch him, he wanted to kneeled for you, to act at your words, he needed that.

Morpheus shook his head, trying to remembered why he was here, he knew that spending to much time at your side was an indicator on why he wanted those forbidden things. He remembered your story, he remembered what would happened if he messed up. Your story with Psyche was wildly unknown to the others, but to the Endless, to the Gods and Goddesses, your story was a warning on what would happened if they offended you.

His blue eyes watched you try to carry a full tray of food, his drink securely on your hand, you slowly put the tray on the table, quickly placing all the plates around him. “Thought you might be hungry.” You smiled at him, he almost returned.

“Eros.” He began, his eyes moving alongside your movements, you sat down in front of him, your hands quickly grabbing one fry and throwing it at your mouth.

“Oh please, you can call me Cupid,” Your head moving happily at the flavor of the food. “We are not there for you to call me love.” You winked.

“Why have you stop doing your duties?” Morpheus ignored your intent of seduction, his voice turning this conversation in a serious tone. You frown at the tone.

“Stop? I haven’t stop silly.” Your arm traveled across the table, one finger booping his nose. He frown. “I’m taking a break, a lovely recommendation from your dearest sister, have I told you how much I adore her? That cutie pie came to me really worried for my well being that demanded me to take a break, love her to bits, you should eat by the way, too skinny.” You pushed a plate of wings to him.

“You must return, the world is in complete chaos because of your absence.” He pushed away the plate of food, he watched how your mouth twitched angrily.

“I. Said. Eat.” You pushed the plate again towards him, your eyes darkening. Morpheus sighed and grabbed a wing, frowning at the sticky feeling on his fingers. You smiled in victory. “But yeaahh, no can do sexy, I am quite enjoying my free time, did you know that you can take cute photos with that happy mouse and his wife?! He even owns this park! We should totally go take a picture with him, you would love him.”

Morpheus took one tiny bite before putting the wing back to the plate, he hated it. “I believe you have no realice the severity of your absence Eros.” -It’s Cupid- “Cupid, the world is…”

“Completely boring I know, but your sister did make a great point Dream.” You sighed, grabbing the wing he didn’t eat.

“Which is?” He asked curiously.

“I’m not good at my job.” Your voice cracked, Morpheus eyes widened, he clearly didn’t know how to treat you, now imagine his stress when he saw tears forming on your face. He was screwed. He should have brought Matthew for help. “I have failed you Dream of Endless” You grabbed his hand, tugging him to your form. “I have not found love for you and you are depressed because of my failure.”

“What?” He let himself be tugged, his body moved across the booth, now sitting at your side. You throw your legs at his lap and hide your face at his neck. He could feel your breathing.

“I know! I don’t deserve to be forgiven, I’m such a disgrace to the name of love and I don’t know how to fix it, how to fix your love life!” You sobbed on his neck. His hands were harshly pressed on the table, his fingers twitching to touch you.

“Cupid, we do not have time for…”

Your face left his neck, your hands squishing both sides of his face, forcing him to look at your teary face, your eyes were bloodshot and your nose was red, but he found you endearing.

“I promise you, Morpheus.” His body shivered at the sound of your voice pronouncing his name. “I will find the way for you to fall in love and not be heart broken.” You place your forehead on his lips. You really love touching. “I Cupid, swear on my name that I will find the perfect love for you…after my vacation. There still a few places I want to see before returning to the job…You should come with me, you could use a vacation, I’m not accepting a no for an answer.”

“I have no time for…”

You hugged him, “Fine, but you should still have your drink, it’s fruty and has lemon on it.”

“Cupid…”

“I said that you are drinking Dream of Endless or I swear to my name I will haunt your love life and trust me, I can be annoying if I want.”

Morpheus sighed and grabbed the drink, he swallow it on one go. “So good! Right?” His hand softly cradle one side of your face, carefully turning it to his face. “Please, you must retorn to your duties Eros. The world is in complete chaos, the world needs love back.”

You bit your lip, your nose nuzzling his, his eyes closed in content. “It’s Cupid and I know, I know, I would totally love to return, really do, I love the job, I love the people and everything.” You sighed, separating yourself from his grasp. “I am tired Morpheus, when your sister came to me, offended my job and my performance, then tried to sweet talk to me again, I knew I was working way too hard and forcing love when it wasn’t needed to be force. I’m one of the few Goddesses to still working hard enough to make the human lives happy. You know what Zeus is doing right know?” He shook his head. “He’s running a strip club on Canada. And me? I’m working my ass off to make people fall in love. But not for me…”

“I do not…”

“I have failed myself Morpheus, I have failed us.” You grabbed another fry and began playing with it. “We are painfully single, do you have any idea what the humans imagine us to be? To them, I am an obese mythical child with wings and a diaper. You are no different, they even put you on a child’s film, you are yellow and look like the personification of the sun, your sand even looks like cookie dust.” You threw the fry away and looked at him. “We are supposed to be hot Morpheus.”

“You are rambling, Cupid.”

“Do you find me attractive?” You asked him suddenly. Your attention full on his person.

Morpheus didn’t know how to answer that, whatever his answer would be could determinate the direction of your way, if he says no, he and the world would have to face your wrath, but if he says yes, he doesn’t truly know what would happen.

“Have faith to know you are attractive.”

You timidly smiled. “You really think so?”

“If you were not, you would have never become the Goddess of Love.” The way he spoke those words left you speechless, those words were full of adoration, you could see it on his eyes, you were his whole focus, you loved it.

You nodded, the smile was still on your face. You stood up and grabbed his hands. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, you knew he was smiling.

“Very well, I will return to my duties this night…”

“Thank you.” Morpheus stood up as well, his face slightly turned downsides, looking softly at you, he knew how you felt, he felt the same the moment he got out of his imprisonment, when he got his tools back and deal with Rose Walker. He understood you completely.

“I’ll be waiting patiently for Friday night.” You excitedly said.

“Friday night?” He whispered.

“For our date silly, I’ll be the one on black!” You giggled before disappearing on a blink of an eye, leaving a starstruck lord of dreams and nightmares there, still wearing pair of mouse ears.

 Morpheus knew he was on a delicate predicament. His meeting with you went without any problem and he ended up with a compromise he couldn’t break. When his sister came for his aid, he at first refused to it, saying there would be no force he could possess that could change your mind. The story never fully described how you were, and his limited knowledge of you was something that provoke fear on his persona.

He sat on the endless stairs, his cape thrown behind him carelessly, a book with your name on his hands, his eyes completely focusing on the words written on those pages, a few moments ago, Matthew even tried to distract him with something banal but wasn’t successful as his boss was absorbed on your history.

The doors opened harsh, hitting the walls in the process, it startled Matthew, who was also curiously absorbed on your history, he turned his head towards the doors, annoyingly watching how Lucienne was running behind Morpheus’s sister.

“I apologize, my Lord, your sister came unannounced and didn’t want to wait.” Lucienne announced, short breaths leaving her form after chasing his sister.

Morpheus’s eyes didn’t stop reading the book, clearly not seeing how distress his sister was. “Do not worry Lucienne, you can leave us.”

Lucienne watched him for a few seconds before nodding, “Of course, my Lord.” She hesitated before leaving them (and Matthew how was now comfortably sitting on his boss head.)

“I am surprised to have you here, sister.” He greeted her, “It is unusual of yourself to come unannounced, everything alright?”

“You have a date with Cupid.” She simply stated, watching how he turned the page around and continue reading it, no paying attention to her and the urgency of that sentence.

“Yes, I believe I do.” Morpheus simply stated. Clearly not seeing the problem at hand.

Death incredulously laughed and Morpheus’s eyes finally turned to her, clearly now having his full attention. “You must be joking, little brother.”

His face tilted in question, “Joking? When have I ever joke, my sister?”

They stared at each other.

“I believe you don’t understand how incredible ridiculous this is, Dream!” She began climbing the stairs. “This is complete madness, Dream, even for you.”

“Explain your reasonings.”

“Oh my…you are really serious.” Death’s mouth opened in shock. “Dream…little brother, you need to cancel it, you must cancel it! You have no idea what are you going into.”

Morpheus closed your book and placed it on the ground with care before appearing in front of his sister, saying nothing. “What are your reasonings, sister.”

“She’s the Goddess of Love! You have any idea how bad this is going to end? Do you?” Death grabbed his shoulders, shaking him a little. “You have to cancel it.”

“Nothing you have said told me why should I cancel it.”

Death gasped incredulously, beginning to pace around the room, her hands grabbing her hair, tugging at it. “I knew you were an idiot but this is beyond madness Dream, she’s Cupid, she’s what helps the world go peaceful when she is happy, you’ve seen her angry, you’ve seen how everything collapses when she gets her heart broken…She took a two months’ vacation and the world was in complete chaos! That should be good enough reasons to cancel the date!”

“No.”

“No?”

“I do believe I have said that sister.” Morpheus pushed past her towards the doors, he felt her following to the outside. Some dreams and nightmares left quickly after seeing how mad his sister was.

“Cancel it.” She demanded with force.

“Why should I?” Morpheus asked again, Death grabbed his arm and turned him to face her.

“She is the personification of obsessive and madness love, Dream. If she becomes obsessed with you, there would be no power from anyone that could help you. Not even any of our other siblings could help you.”

Morpheus hummed quietly, his eyes meeting hers, for a moment, a quick moment, Death hoped he would accept and move on. “The answer is no, sister.”

“Dream, no, I’m not asking you again, I’m now demanding you to cancel this date. Cupid is not forgiving little brother and if you continue with this…this…with whatever this is, then story will repeat itself and you will become the new Psyche.”

“Do not compare me…”

“Well it looks like you are willingly happy to go there Dream!”  Death was now mad, she hit his shoulder with force. Morpheus said nothing in return, not wanting to escalate this beyond what it already was. “I guess you really want that Cupid-Psyche story to happened again!”

“I do not want…”

“It appears you do Dream! You should have said no! When Cupid asks you something, the answer it’s always no!”

“What would be so outrageous if I accept her advances?” He simply asked, wanting nothing more than for her to leave the Dreaming.

“Yes it would, don’t get me wrong, I am happy you that you want to try again to find love but going out with Cupid is accepting a nightmare, brother. She will demand your attention, your love, everything you have, to her you will become everything and she will hope the same.”

“Why should I look other way besides her sister?”

Death groaned in annoyance. “I forgot how stubborn you were with this, I’m going to put it simply so you can get it on that thick skull of yours. This is what you are going to do, okey? You are going to nicely cancel your date with her, if Cupid decides to be angry, then I’ll come in and help defuse her anger.”

“I believe I have not made myself clear sister, I will not cancel my meeting with cupid, and I would be grateful if you keep these comments within yourself.”

“Dream.” Death tiredly said.

“It is time for you to leave dear sister, I hate fighting with you but I will if I must, this is my domain and you come here to defy me?” Morpheus was now annoyed and angry. Their surroundings became darker and before his sister opened her mouth she disappeared from the Dreaming.

Matthew landed at his feet, watching him curiously, “Oh wow, you really vanish her didn’t you boss?”

“Do not test me Matthew, I am not calm for your sarcastic comments.”

“Yeah, I can see that, but maybe your sister is a bit right.” Matthew softly caw, beginning to fly around him.

“Matthew.” Morpheus warned.

“No, listen boss,” Matthew ignored his anger. “You are indeed going with the Goddess of Love, she’s the definition of love, you know how many movies are made thanks to her and her ideas with love?” He asked and received no answer from Morpheus so he continued. “You need to put a bit more into it boss, woo her boss.”

“Explain yourself, Matthew.” Morpheus’s attention was completely on his companion.

“She’s love right?” Morpheus slightly nodded. “And probably she’s seen everything that the others do to romance someone, right?” Matthew didn’t let him answer. “I would say do something more exciting but that might be a problem because well, you are not a chatty person boss.”

Morpheus closed his eyes exhausted.

“I know! If you want to impress her boss, then you have to go out of your comfort zone, so I would say, take her to a nice place for a nice dinner and force yourself to say more than two words and a few sounds!” Matthew said excitingly. “That would sure conquer her heart!”

  And that is why Morpheus was sitting on an uncomfortable booth waiting for your arrival, he was completely annoyed at how many times the waiter came to ask for his order, it was painfully clear how his attempts of flirting with him was.

“It’s been a few minutes love, I don’t think she is coming.” The waiter told him for the seventeenth time. His fingers graced against his coat and Morpheus was trying to not get angry at his advances and angry at you for making him for his lost time.

“Well, it was only ten minutes that I was late and you are annoying my date…Luke.” You grabbed his shoulder, making him turn to you.

Luke’s eyes scanned you and laughed at your choice of clothes, yeah, you came in with a black dress with yellow ducks and yellow tights, so what? You were happy with your choices and you dressed for yourself and for Morpheus.

“Something funny, Luke?” You tightly smiled, “Are you laughing at my face?”

“Oh honey.” He shook his head before turning away, you didn’t let him, your hand grabbing his arm with force, he tried to shook you off but couldn’t.

“It’s sad that you have the guts to flirt on my face.” Your other hand grabbed the side of his face, forcing him close to yours, your noses touched and he saw something on your eyes. “I’m going to tell you what would I do if I were you, I would make sure that this specifically date goes smooth, that everything goes within his plan.” Your hand force his head to look at Morpheus who was sitting watching you curiously. “And then, I would make sure that I was happy all the duration of this date.” You force him to look at you again. “I want a sprite with strawberries, few ice. Thank you.”

You pushed him and watched with a happy smile how he quickly made his way to the back of the place, your hands smoothen your dress before sitting at his side, you rested your head on your hand, smiling at him.

“Sorry for being late,” You sighed tiredly, “I was on my way here, I was almost two hours early! I swear! But there is this couple that are planning their wedding and both of them are disasters and needed my help so badly and I got distracted and I’m so so sorry Morpheus.” You grabbed his hand, squeezing it softly.

“Do not worry Eros.” Morpheus squeeze your hand in return, your smile widened and he took a mental note to thank Matthew for his tips on flirting. “And if you wish to speak about the reasons for your lateness, I will gladly listen.”

You laughed, playfully pushing his shoulder with yours. “It’s Cupid silly and if you really want to know I’ll tell you.”

And you began talking, you told him about Archie Bodycomb and Rachel Cobbledick, two people who were born with two left feet and bad luck at their sides, you told him about how they decided to just go on a date without planning and that resulted in Archie getting stuck on a child’s swing. You laughed at how Rachel tried to help by running towards a store and buying some butter and rubbing it on top of his jeans, ruining them in the process.

Morpheus wasn’t paying so much attention at your rambling, focusing on other things, like your movements, your laugh, how your hands hit him softly when you got excited on one of your stories, he saw how you got quieter when the waiter came with your drink, not meeting any of your eyes. He let you order for both of you, saying that you knew what he would like and he nodded in response when the waiter looked at him, his eyes were hopeful for him to shut you up.

“That would be all Luke! Remember the order, that’s how we want it to start.” You handed him the menu. “And I would be happy if you didn’t look at him, he’s mine for tonight, you hear me?”

Luke didn’t responded, opting for just leaving you two alone, on his mind, he was still hoping for Morpheus to leave you there alone. You were crazy.

“He is so thirsting over you so bad,” You gagged, “You wouldn’t believe what he was thinking about.”

Morpheus became curious, “Can you read his mind?” He asked curiously.

“Well yeah.” You nodded, blinking in amusement at his question. “It comes with the job, when you are the definition of love then you need to see and hear everything around them, it becomes annoying sometimes but amazing on other times.”

“Fascinating.”

“You think so?” You grabbed his hands, holding them closer to your chest, “I can do a lot of stuff, you know? Like going everywhere around the world in a blink of an eye, and I know every single human and other amazing stuff that I will happily tell you if you want me to.”

“I would like to know them.”

“No! No, I talk long enough, you should tell me about yourself, I feel the only things I know about you are because of Death and Desire, also all your relationships, again, sorry about them.”

“There is not much to know.” Morpheus stated, this time he was not meeting your gaze.

“What? Morpheus,” Your hands softly turned his face to yours, “if I didn’t find you interesting, I would never asked you for this date, come on! Tell me something.”

Morpheus stared at you before telling you about his life, he started from the very beginning, he told you about his failed romances, even though you already knew them, he told you about his imprisonment, about his quest for the missing tools. He told you that he felt something was missing even though he acquired his power back, and you listened. Your eyes completely absorbed on his words and he felt a pressure he didn’t know he had lift off his shoulders.

The food arrived quickly and neither of you glanced at the waiter, you were to absorbed on each other to notice his leave.

“You know why I always love eating sweet things?” You asked him, munching on a grape. He nodded without words. “There was a time, really long before this, when the Gods ruled the world. I had this small group of believers who truly trusted me, they often let me little altars with sweet stuff…I missed them.

Morpheus offered you another grape and you let him feed you. “What is it like now?”

“What do you mean?”

“Not having the same number of believers?”

You frowned, “Well.” You paused, nodding when you had your answer. “I would say is hard but to be honest I am grateful, it could be worse.” You shrugged. “I heard that there are some Gods and Goddess that ended up worse. I do have a lot of job though, people love to be in romantic relationships, but trust me, I do enjoy my work…Do you?”

“Do I?” Morpheus repeated.

“Do you enjoy doing your job?” You asked curiously. “I love my job and I have so many stories that always brightened my day yet sometimes is just too much to handle.”

Morpheus stayed quiet.

“So, do you enjoy your job?” You asked again.

“I do…but…” He didn’t ended his sentence but you nodded anyway. Grabbing his hand once again.

“I know.” You whispered. You glanced at the table, still full-on food. “Do you want to walk a for a bit? We could asked for everything to go, there’s a park near, we could go there…maybe make out a bit, who knows.” You shrugged.

“Do you wish to?”

“Hm?” You turned to him.

“Do you wish to…make out with me?”

“Fuck yeah.” You stood up. “Waiter! Waiter, put everything to go quickly!” You turned to Morpheus. “I’m making out with you so hard you have no idea.”

 “Sooo…I heard something quite interesting today sweet, sweet Cupid.” Desire took a sip of his tea. “I heard a tiny, little comment from my sister.”

You hummed, completely absorbed in putting sugar on your tea, at this point it was more sugar than liquid. “You have a lot of sisters, Desire, you have the one with the shoes, the other one, the one with the cute hair, but you also have a lot of brothers! There is the one that does that thing, and the other one that does the other thing, also the other other one!”

Desire looked unimpressed, “Sometimes I wonder if you are faking that or you truly don’t remember us.”

You shrugged, taking a sip of your tea, making a disgusted face, “Needs more sugar, miss waitress!” You motioned to come closer when she looked at your direction. “Hi, hello, could we get more sugar? Thank you!”

“Babe, that is more sugar than tea.”

“Well, it still taste sour and that is disgusting. But yeah, I really don’t remember your siblings, I remember you because we are almost always together.” You smiled, grabbing a few cookies. “So, what did you hear?”

Desire teasingly smiled, “Well, Death told me…you remember Death, right?”

“Death…Death…Death…” Your finger tapped your lips, “Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.”

“Really?” You nodded, Desire sighed. “Curly hair? Black pants? Black shirt?”

“Nope.”

“Curly hair?”

“Nope.”

“You are unbelievable.” Desire took their phone out, furiously searching through the photographs, they smiled in victory, giving you the phone. “Now you remember?”

You took the phone, looking at the girl on the picture. You laughed in delight. “Oh! Yeah! I so know her! She does have great taste in shoes.”

“Huh, she does have great taste in shoes.”

“What about her? You were clearly saying she told you something, is it gossip? Oh, it is! About whom?!”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Desire smiled cheekily.

“Yes, I would like to know, that’s why I’m asking?” You told him confused, taking the sugar packets the waitress handed you. Starting to pour all of them to your cup.

“You will die with a sugar overdose one of these days babe.”

“Meh.” You taste your tea again, moaning in happiness with the flavor. “You would miss me too much if I die silly, you probably cry and you don’t look sexy crying.”

Desire gasped offended, grabbing your hand and slapping it softly. “I do take offense with that sentence, everything I do is sexy.”

“Meh.”

“You are doing this in purpose, aren’t you?”

“Yep.”

“You ass.”

“Yep.”

“Stop trying to change the subject!” Desire grabbed your cup, “Death told me that you went out on a date with that pathetic brother of mine, and before you are going to say ‘Desire, you have a lot of siblings’ once again, it’s Morpheus,” You opened your mouth. “Nope! Morpheus, Dream of Endless, king of dreams and nightmares, the pessimist ass of this family.”

“Yeah, we went on a date, doesn’t talk much but he’s cute.”

“Baby, I love you so much and I would never die for you, but really?” Desire looked disgusted. “You deserve someone better than him.”

“Like…”

“I don’t know, I’m always questioning your type, but look, I don’t think you should go on a second date with him?”

You frowned, trying to take back your tea, “Why?” You asked, “Did Death say something about that? And don’t you dare lie to me, we are friends, don’t push that.”

Desire sighed, “Yeah, she did mention something about that.”

You stood up angrily, “What did she said?”

“I’m not looking to start drama…”

You looked at him quietly before nodding to yourself, you walked towards the waitress, whispering on her ear before she began everyone to leave, the people were angry but one look at you and decided that it wasn’t worth watching whatever you will do. You walked towards the door, closing it softly, putting the close sign on.

“I will only ask once again, Desire of Endless.” Desire jaw tensed, there was only one time he watched your anger in full display. “What did your sister said?”

“Well…”

“I am not longer in the mood.”

“Fine, she told me she thought you were a tiny bit obsessed when it comes with loving someone and well, she was quite worried about our stupid brother.”

“I see, it would be better if both of whom are we speaking of are present, don’t you think?” You didn’t wait for Desire to answer, your fingers snaping loudly.

The lights flickered wildly, Desire sighed once again, clearly annoyed with your mood changing. Death appeared sitting next to Desire, Morpheus sitting in front of them, both clearly confused at the action, they saw you glancing the door.

“Wha…? Cupid?” Death stood up, not noticing how Desire’s eye where glued to the table. Morpheus sat there quietly, looking around the empty café. You were angry.

“Eros.” You corrected her, finally turning to face them. “I believed we were friends, Death of Endless, I believed I treated you with kindness and you dare to speak ill of me?” Your eyes were flickering with a bright pink.

“Cupid.” Morpheus joined his sister side, not moving fast to not provoke you. “What is the meaning of this?”

Your eyes turned to Morpheus, your anger not appeasing. “Tell him what you told Desire.” You commanded Death, “Tell him the truth.”

“Cupid, that is enough.” Morpheus firmly told you, taking a step towards you.

“No, tell him, Death of Endless, tell your brother what you said before.”

Death sighed, “He already knows what I told Desire.”

“He…knew?” You blink in confusion. “And he did not told me?”

Morpheus grabbed your hands. “It was not necessary as my intentions were always to continue seeing you.”

���Why did they tell you that?” Your focus was on him, “Why are they so afraid of a relationship that hasn’t had happened.”

“Look Cupid.” You turned towards Death angrily, she backtracked a bit, correcting how she addressed you, Desire standing by her side. “Eros, we really care about Dream.”

“No, we don’t.” Death hit Desired harshly.

“As I said, we do care about him and we didn’t want him to be…you know…”

“No, I do not know.” You answered tightly, taking away your hands from Morpheus’s grasp, you walked towards Death and her eyes glued to the ground. “What are you trying to say?”

“Sweetie, we didn’t want another Psyche story to happen, I love you too much but when she divorced you, you became quite annoying.” Desired answered for Death.

Perhaps it was the crudest way to tell you why they were so against of you going out with their brother. Perhaps it was the way that Morpheus couldn’t look at your eyes, maybe he was also thinking that, maybe he didn’t want to be the new Psyche, but why did he accepted your invite? But that was when you remember, you invited him yet you didn’t let him answer you.

“You think…” You began, your voice cracking, Morpheus took a step to you but you took one back. “You think I would hurt him?”

“Yes.” Death softly replied. Morpheus looked at her, his face was hard.

“You don’t even know the story.” You quietly said, your arms hugged your form. “Nobody knows the true story.”

“But that doesn’t mean anything sweetie,” Desire said, their eyes turning soft at your broken form. “Yes, Dream is an idiot and he proudly shows it, but dating you, that would just be mad even for him.”

“Do not speak for…”

“It is true though.” Death interrupted her brother, grabbing his arm and dragging him between her and Desire’s side. “We love you, but you don’t have a great track record with this stuff.”

“Let’s call her then,” You said, your eyes watching them with hate, your fingers snap once again.

A beautiful woman appeared, her body and hair covered with flour and frosting, clearly she was in the middle of something, her eyes looked quickly at the ones at the store, taking a step back when they landed on you.

“Hello Psyche, it’s been a while.” You greeted her, your voice without emotion. “Let me introduce you to them. Meet the Endless, Death, Desire and Dream, your fans, apparently the are on your side even without hearing the complete story.”

“Eros.” Psyche greeted you, her head nodding at the direction of the other three. “You always had a bad time with our meetings.”

You sarcastically laughed, “Yeah, guess I do, you are here for only one reason, take it seriously or you will face a worst faith than my wrath.”

“I see you never changed, what can I do for you?”

“Tell them our story and don’t look for sympathy, you deserve nothing.”

“Always the charmer.” Psyche told you with sarcasm, she turned to the other three. “Well, she met me a long time ago, when she was a man, we fell in love and then we had a fight and we are trying to move forward with our relationship. But Eros is still a bit adamant in not going to therapy. And that’s it.”

You threw a table across the room, the Endless looked at you in shock at your violence, they saw your anger but you never acted on it. Psyche just sighed and decided to sat down, she knew this would take more than a few minutes as your tantrum was just about to begin.

“You are forgetting a key part, my dear ex-wife.” You stood in front of her, your eyes were completely pink, Psyche swallowed, she now remembers what would happened if someone did something completely different on what you asked. “You forgot how you begged me to let you be close to Zeus, you forgot how you became pregnant with his seed and not mine, how you lied to my face, saying they were mine, how you let me held my children, you forgot to said how Zeus came to our home and demanded what was his, that you willingly went at his side, even when I beg for your stay, and when you returned broken how he left you for another one. I needed you by my side, you were my heart, you were my air and you still left me there.”

“Eros.” Psyche whispered.

“You forgot your lies, my dear ex-wife, you forgot how you took my love for granted, you forgot how you had me on my knees for you, I would have given up my life and my immortality at your wish, you forgot how you had me my love, I would have gone to Hades realm at your wish, I would have enter war at your command, I would had made for you a realm only for you to be a queen. You had me Psyche and you threw me away for the highest power.”

“I never wanted Zeus, I was blind my love, I was at my youth and was foolishly thinking nonsense…I always wanted you Eros.” Psyche stood up, her hands cradling your face with tenderness. Morpheus took a step forward, Death and Desire grabbed his arms and force him to stay still. “My heart was yours and it still is, my love.”

“Lies.” You whispered against her lips, not daring to break the space. “You are a liar, you are not to be trusted.”

“Yes I can, I love you Eros,” She kissed your cheek. “This has been too long, I miss your touch but I am willingly wait for you to accept me back.”

You swallowed painfully, “Ask Zeus for it.” You snap your fingers and she disappeared in a pink blink. “You now know the truth.” You turned to them, ignoring how Morpheus was trying to break free. “You are like her, liars. Liars do not deserve my love. Do not look for me, as now you will face her punishment. You will never see me again.” And you disappear.

“Well, that was something.” Death hit Desire once again.

 ‘IS LOVE REALLY DEATH?’

‘THE BEST WAY TO GET OVER A BREAK-UP, ACCORDING TO A PSYCHOLOGIST.’

‘HAVING TROUBLE MOVING ON? KIM KARDASHIAN’S 6 STEPS TO HELP YOU TO BE YOU AGAIN AFTER FILING FOR DIVORCE’

‘BREAKUP BOOT CAMP IS NOW OPEN FOR BUISNESS.’

‘HOW TO GET OVER A BREAK-UP ACCORDING TO NEW, SCIENTIFIC RESEARCH.’

‘DID CUPID REALLY GAVE UP ON US? DON’T FORGET TO TUNE THIS FRIDAY’S PODCAST, BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH AND ELIZABETH OSLEN SPECIAL GUESTS!

 “Rachel, you totally deserve someone better than Archie, he’s an idiot and her mother is crazy.” You were sitting on her couch, softly patting her back as she was ugly-crying looking at her phone, she didn’t knew you were there but you were giving her some support. “And breaking someone over a text? He sucks.”

Rachel truly believed that Archie was the one, and to be honest it was kinda your fault that the world was going into fire for a second time this year. But you had an excuse, you were truly believing that you and Morpheus would had something special and he was willingly accepting your pace. But siblings suck and you could help to think that one day he would just simply lie like Psyche did.

You sighed, moving the tissues closer to a broken Rachel, still telling her that Archie was a mistake, hoping that she would hear your words and take them as if you were her conscious.

The sound of a raven’s caw distracted you, your eyes watching the tiny window, you swore that the raven was looking at you intently and motion you to go outside. You were beginning to go crazy.

You closer your eyes, trying to ignore the immense curiosity of what the raven wanted to show you, you hated yourself as you gave a last pat on Rachel’s back and went out looking for your possible new friend.

“Raven? New friend?” You called out for the raven, your voice not so energetic as before.

Everything about you was dull, it was like you didn’t believed in love anymore. This wasn’t like the Psyche situation, this was new, you were not angry, you were sad and depressed, even your clothes has lost your sense, you were wearing a simple pair of jeans and a hoodie, you were so sad that you couldn’t take the time to dress.

“Raven, where are you? If you don’t come here, well I will go inside, Rachel is starting her sad movie marathon and I want to be there when she starts cursing at the hot actor.”

Two pair of hands grabbed your shoulders, you screamed and it wasn’t your proudest moment, you turned and there he was, beautiful and perfect, like the last time you saw him.

“Morpheus?!” You almost hit him on the face, “Don’t do that! I almost killed you!”

“Cupid.”

“It’s Eros, you stop having access to my other name after what happened.” You tried to shake off his hands, but he was putting enough pressure to having you trapped under his grasp. “Would you mind? I am quite busy.”

“You stopped doing your duties, Cupid.” He ignored your offended face, “You stopped me from seeing you.”

“Well, I was just granting your sister’s wish you know, so your welcome, now let me go, I want to stuff my face with popcorn, Rachel is an eater so I have to be fast.”

“My sister has no right to ask on my name.” He snarled, his hands cradling your face, they held if softly and with a quick movement, you could be free but you let him touch you. “You forbidden me to let me see you.”

“Well, you’re welcome, now stop flirting with me with your sexy deep voice, I have things to do…”

“For example?”

You grabbed his wrists, just holding them, not moving them. “Eat, I’m depressed if you hadn’t…”

“I notice, you are not wearing your colorful clothing.” He told you softly.

“You noticed that?” You whispered.

“I always notice, even if you did not let me see you.”

You bit your lip, shaking your head you pushed his hands away from your face and began walking away from him. “It’s better if you leave, your family doesn’t like me, and they’re right, I will demand too much from you, and I don’t think you are ready for that.”

Morpheus appeared at your front, making you crash on his chest, he held you again, his arms tightening around your form. “Do not speak for myself.”

“Well, do what I ask then.” You tried to break from his grasp once again. “Plus, you didn’t said a thing or looked for me, your interest didn’t show up.”

“I was respecting your wishes, stop moving, you will hurt yourself.” He grunted.

“Well, I like the pain and I like to be free so shoo, let me go, you are making a scene!” You exclaimed, your eyes finally finding the raven, “Bird, help me!”

“Matthew only responds to my command.” Morpheus whispered on your ear.

“You told him to spy me!”

“Well, I’m sorry miss, but orders are orders.” Matthew hopped closer to you, at this point you let your body go lack, hoping that Morpheus would get tired and drop you. He didn’t, Matthew was trying so hard not to laugh at both of your faces. “But if I were you, I would listen to boss, he became really mopey and depressed when you guys broke off.”

“We didn’t break off!”

“We do not broke off.”

Both of you exclaimed at the same time, you paused when you realized what you screamed, you didn’t break off but you weren’t together. Your eyes glanced at his face, he was looking at you, you could see the pouting on his mouth, his brows furrowed and the sadness on his eyes.

“Think about this for a second Morpheus.” He almost purred at the sound of his name, Matthew would have so much material to gossip around that he decided to stay quiet. “I am Cupid, I will demand your love for me and only me, are you okey with that?”

“I would like nothing more.” He brought your faces closer, his lips caressing yours, not fully touching, “Give me an opportunity to prove it to you.”

You stared at his eyes, you could see the tiny stars that they held. Your hands rested on his chest and you felt his heart. “It beats for you.” He whispered once again.

“Really?” You tried to close the gap but he didn’t let you.

��Yes.”

Morpheus pushed his lips against yours, your kiss was desperate, you grabbing everything you could, his hair, his face, his neck. He held you closer to his body, humming at your warm touch, he missed you even if your relationship wasn’t even started, his thoughts were filled by you and even the dreams were a prove to that.

He let you go softly, you trying to kissed him again but he only have you a final peck full of love and admiration. “I believe we should marry.”

You stared at him surprised.

Matthew began hopping rapidly towards you, his voice full of shock. “Boss?! That’s too soon! We talked about this!”

“Oh silly, we do not need a wedding.” You laughed at his heartbroken face and Matthews cry. “I am the Goddess of Love, if you want, we could just start saying we are married!”

Morpheus smiled, kissing you again.

“That’s not how it works!” Matthew exclaimed.

“Where is he?!” You entered the library in hurry. “We are so late!”

Lucienne was startled at your presence, the book at her hands dropped to the floor. “It’s good to see you, my lady, are you looking for the dream lord?”

“Yes!” You stressed, “We are so late, Lucienne! There is late and fashionable late, and we are the first one!”

Lucienne watched you pace around the library, she saw your attired and knew that this was important to you, you were wearing a formal attire, completely different from your usual outfits. Your hair was also stylized different, opting for a simple ponytail that was moving wildly at your crazy steps.

“Hey Cupid, looking fancy, going somewhere?” Matthew landed on a table, he watching your dress. “Love the dress, are those stars?”

You stopped, turning to the raven, you smiled with nervousness but still turning around to let him see your dress. “Yes! Morpheus wanted to match but didn’t tell me to what! I had to take a wild guess and now here I am, completely nicely dress, looking so good and he’s nowhere in sight! We are so late Matthew! I’m this close to leaving his ass and going to this wedding on my own…You hear me Morpheus! I’m going alone! I’m going to drink my ass off and flirt with all the single best men!”

Lucienne averted her eyes when she saw an angry dream lord, turning away quickly.

You turned when you felt his hands on your back, your arms crossed and a glare on your face. “We are so late mister. We are so late that probably they have already said yes and we missed it.”

“Apologies.” He offered you his arm. “We are still hours earlier, my love.”

“For you is early, but for me? Morpheus, I am Cupid, I need to be at this wedding.” He kissed your cheek softly, guiding you through the palace with ease. “You think only with one kiss you can win me over?”

“I have already won you over, my dear.” He cheekily smiled. You punch his shoulder.

“Oh, you might have won me over, but making me late for a wedding? It would take more than one kiss to appease my anger.”

“Yes?” Morpheus began pushing you towards a wall, “What should I do then?”

“Stop flirting with me! We are so late!” You dragged him to the door, he happily following you without a word.

 The wedding was a disaster and you were beyond stressed, Archie was late, Rachel broke her heels walking down the aisle, the paster dropped the bible. Someone’s phone rang. But they managed to say yes, even though the sound of the mics were off a good chunk of the wedding.

Morpheus didn’t wanted to dance but you force him, threatening him to disappear if he didn’t dance with you.

“It was not a disaster.” He muttered on your hair. “They look happy.”

Your eyes turned to the now-married couple who was dancing on the center of the floor. Archie was smiling so hard even with the dark eye he was wearing. Rachel was the same, she had a bruise on her cheek after she tried to take the mic from her new mother-in-law.

“It could be better.”

“It could, but for them, it already is.” He kissed your hair softly. You hummed in delight.

“Thank you for coming with me.” You whispered on his neck, leaving a quick kiss on it. “And I’m sorry I was such a sucker for weddings.”

He hummed, kissing the side of your head. “I would have come even if you never asked.”

“There’s something on your mind, you are quieter than usual and you are grasping quite hard at my waist.”

“Apologies.”

“Why? You know your hands does things to me, babe, manhandle me, it’s such a turn on.” You smiled at the shook on his face. He frowned.

“You are right.” He quietly said. “There is something on my mind.”

“Hm? What is it…Come on! Tell Cupid what can she do to help you, you hotshot.” You playfully winked at him. Morpheus tried to suppressed his smile.

“I want a wedding. I want a reminder that you became mine, I want to be able to a day for us.”

“Morpheus.”

“Choose a day.” He kissed you softly. “Choose a day so you can be mine and I can be yours.”

You nodded, “Alright, I’ll choose a day.”

“Thank you.” He kissed you.

“You know what we should do?”

“What?” He whispered against your lips, his eyes closing in content.

“We should totally have a celebratory-fuck on the bathroom.”

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I had an ANGSTY idea

I imagine a scene where it's just a normal day at the base where the children are just hanging out and talking with their guardians (optimus and ratchet are over seeing decepticon activity)

somehow the topic of how long humans lives are comes up. The kids are oblivious to what they just revealed to the bots and seconds after this fact is shared all the bots freeze with realization and horror dawns on them.

Now whenever the bots are with the kids they act more happier and more willing to do what the kids want (and alot more protective) but under the facade is nothing but depression and sadness (the kids still oblivious)

Oh and optimus has a breakdown since he sees them as his own sparklings

Angst my old friend. I love this concept.

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It was not exactly a secret when it came to the short lives of organics compared to Cybertronians. The team were well aware that most organics tended to only live as long as a few centuries at best and possibly a millennia or two with technological adaptations. For them the lives of organics were still but a passing wind, but at least with a few centuries there was time for Cybertronians to grow close to their organic comrades. The team had each met other organics before and during the war, they knew how the organics near Cybertron worked for the most part. Thus they were not particularly concerned with the humans, although they did wonder why they grew so quickly and seemed to deteriorate with such swiftness when they had centuries left ahead of them.

The team largely did not think too much on the biological functioning of the humans and instead focused on their work. Despite that, eventually one particular Prime found himself uncertain.

Optimus found it particularly confusing how humans seemed to die so young all the time. In his free time he took joy in reading documents from Earth and learning their history. It seemed all of Earth's influential people died young. Julius Caesar, Mark Antony, Plato, Socrates, Sun Tzu, George Washington, and so many other influential figures, all dead before their second century of life. It concerned the Prime greatly, especially upon noting how involved the children, June, and Fowler were becoming in their activities. If there was some sort of genetic issue or other ailment that killed off those with influence, he needed to know immediately.

He brought his concerns to Ratchet who in turn gathered the attention of the team. This concern quickly spread and so as one unit the team researched human lives and reasons for offlinement. Before too long they came to the startling conclusion that almost every recorded human life ended when the human in question was around a century old. Some older religious and mythological records indicated that once upon a time humanity could indeed live for centuries, but that seemed to no longer be the case. Seeing this, fear for their charges wormed its way into the sparks of the team. Why were the humans dying so young? What happened to humanity to shorten their lives so drastically? Were their young charges doomed to die in the same manner?

Those questions haunted the team and in the end they decided to simply ask the children to see if there was some form of cultural misunderstanding causing them distress. The children were of course a little confused and it ended up being June who had to explain as the team huddled around, eager to understand and see if there was any way to stop the impending deaths of their wards.

Optimus: I have studied your history and it seems in the last few millennia humanity has failed to live longer than a century at most. Why is that?

June: We only live so long Optimus. We aren't big metal aliens from space like you.

Ratchet: That is true, but we have met organics before. Those that interacted with Cybertron before the war generally lived at least two centuries.

June: I-

Bulkhead: Is there some sort of illness killing you off?

Arcee: Maybe a conspiracy? I've heard of some organic civilizations killing off the older members of their population.

Bumblebee: *Is someone hurting you? We will stop them in that case!*

Optimus: Bumblebee is correct. If your race is under threat, we will gladly assist in stopping the needless death.

June: What? No. What you read are old myths, stories made up by humanity during various ages. They aren't real, we don't live much longer than a century and we never have.

Ratchet: What? But your historical records-!

June: Stories Ratchet. Just stories. Humans usually live around ninety years before we die. That is just the way of things.

Bulkhead: Then the kids-

June: Just like every human before them, they will grow old, and then when their time is up, they will die.

Not a word was uttered at the team slowly scattered, each considering what had been revealed to them. Suddenly a great deal had changed, and not a spark could change things.

Arcee had lost plenty of partners over her long life, but a human? And to old age of all things? She was terrified of that end. She would have to watch as he deteriorated and his frame failed him. How could she look at Jack and not imagine the way his skin would gain wrinkles and how his youthful energy would fade away into the bone deep weariness she observed in the elder humans she noted from a distance. A century was not long, it was hardly the Cybertronian equivalent of a year. Her boy was going to perish before she knew it, and there was not a thing she could do to stop it. Tears were useless, and yet in the quiet of her quarters she wept until she steeled herself. She would give her boy all the affection and care she could over his lifetime, and hopefully in doing so, she could ease the ache of loss that was to come.

Bulkhead was left not as grieved and more saddened above all else. It was easier for him to handle the concept of youthful deaths in organics due to his long service with the wreckers and their allies. He was not upset at Miko dying long before him. No, what saddened him was that she would never have the chance to be a wrecker on a restored Cybertron. By the time their world was restored and things put into motion, he small body would have deteriorated enough to make being a wrecker near impossible for her, at least if she wished to be active. That chance was going to be denied to her because of her fleshy frame, and that above all else had him offering as much opportunity to let her be a wrecker as possible. She would not see the height of Cybertronian military and rescue efforts, but she would have a taste of it, that was his promise.

Bumblebee for his part panicked. He knew organics didn't live long, but he had not expected Rafael's life to come to an end so soon. If Rafael lived according to human standards, he would be dead before Bumblebee's next forging day. He had grown to care deeply for the child, and so while he was no fool and well used to death and the concept of it, his spark still panged with loss. Not knowing what else to do, he threw himself into spending time with Rafael as much as he could outside of patrols and battles. If his friend was going to die so soon, Bumblebee was going to try and be there as a comfort for as long as possible. He tried not to think about the fact that his human companion would perish and silenced any discussion of it when he could. He knew Rafael and every other living being would die eventually, he saw death, he was well acquainted with it, and yet still he was not fond of inviting it by considering it too deeply.

Ratchet was neither particularly shocked or upset, but he was somewhat saddened as he looked over June and the children. He was old, very old. He had been around far longer than even Optimus. Death was not a stranger to him, and he merely found himself nodding along when June spoke the truth. There was nothing to be done and he doubted the children would care for augmentations to extend their lives when all their peers would perish long before they would in that situation. He merely sighed and came to be more gentle with the children. They were incredibly young, even by the standards of their own species. They would not live to see their star go out, and that was likely for the best. To him it was best to let them live a life not burdened by the concept of eternity.

Optimus was quiet after the revelation. He kept to himself for a time, thinking, contemplating, and considering. He knew that his organic charges were not to last, but he had not expected their lives to be so short. His spark cried within him, saddened at what was in his mind, the imminent deaths of several sparklings. He knew of cases where sparklings came from the Well too weak to last. In those situations they were tended to with love and care until at last their small frames failed them and they returned to Primus. It was not the same since the humans would be able to live up to their full potential by their species' standards long before death came for them. But to a Cybertronian? They would not last longer than a Cybertronian year, and that brought him grief. There had been no young for so long, and now those he had come to care for were going to perish so soon? He did not like to consider it and so locked the sorrow away and followed Ratchet's lead, tending to the humans with gentleness and grace.

In response to the team's conflicting emotions, the children found themselves treated with far more kindness than before. Jack was given rights to ride with Arcee far more often and no longer did she try to dismiss him as much. Bulkhead, and later Wheeljack once he understood the situation, took every care to train Miko as a true wrecker, giving her weapons and opportunity she would never have otherwise. Bumblebee went out of his way to speak with Rafael, to tell him stories, and to otherwise speak of all he had seen in order to give his human ward a vision of that which he would never experience due to his short life. Ratchet did not change his behavior much, but he was less hasty in his wrath and spoke to June, more willing to learn human medicine and customs. Optimus fell to offering gifts and wisdom to the humans under his care. He could not be there for them as he would with normal sparklings, but he could show them wonders and offer the wisdom of ages long gone by.

The children found it strange but did not object to the additional attention until it started to grow somewhat suffocating. Only then did they ask why.

Jack: Look, as much as I like being able to go for rides whenever I want, why are you being so nice?

Miko: Yeah, and why are you being so... sad about everything?

Rafael: Is something wrong?

Arcee: Its nothing like that we just-

Ratchet, glaring at the rest of the team: You humans do not live long, at least not compared to us. You lives hardly make up one of our years. They are trying to treat you gently because they are upset about it.

Bulkhead: Well that's a bit of an exaggeration-

Ratchet: No its not.

Jack: Wait, so you mean that since we are going to die eventually, you are being nice to us?

Rafael: We are only teenagers, we aren't going to die anytime soon. There's no need to be sad.

Bumblebee, close to tears: *But there is! You are going to be dead in just over a year for us! And we can't do anything to stop it!*

Miko: Oh, so you are upset because we won't live as long as you.

Optimus: That would be correct... We have not had young of our own since Cybertron fell, and that was many vorns ago. To have you children in our lives has given us hope, and to now know you will not linger with us... we are sorrowful.

Ratchet: Don't stress yourselves over it.

There was little else to say after that revelation, but the children did what they could to comfort their functionally immortal guardians. It wasn't much, but a smile and a thank you every now and then eased the sorrow the team were blanketed in. The humans would die within the blink of an eye for a race from beyond the stars. But that did not stop them from enjoying what time they had.

[writershapeholeonthedoor]

Why Twilight is better when we make it gay

a overly detailed, totally unecessary, post that wants to prove that Twilight is better when we make it 🏳️‍🌈 GAY 🏳️‍🌈

So, follow along 👇🏻

Esme with This Bella

Kinda of set up the vibes of Carine or something, so I'm all on board with this. You know, this Bella has some serious aspirations in life. She's getting her master's degree, maybe a doctorate even, in Philosophy, Greek Mythology, ancient history, literatute or something oddly specific that takes a full minute to even say it. You know, she's a nerd. Esme loves her for it.

Bella also loves to spend a ridiculous amount of time listening to Esme talk about anything, she also sits in the garden with a book when Esme is arms deep in the dirt, and they for sure spend their days off making food for homeless people or volunteering in shelters or knitting clothes and blankets for donation. Well, Esme does most of the knitting, but Bella has no problem holding the wool for her.

Rosalie with This Bella

Okay, so this Bella is still pretty shy and clumsy, but she has a backbone and knows what she wants. She’s also a flirt, even if a bit awkward because of her shyness. She also has a stack of dad jokes ready to be used and she’s not afraid of doing so. You can’t blame her, she’s just socially weird and she makes jokes when she’s uncomfortable. Which Rosalie gets. She doesn’t hate Bella for no reason at all, as we see in most Rosella’s fics, she’s just determined to keep a safe distance. It all goes to shit, obviously, when Bella starts showing up at her house to work on a school project with Edward.

Bella is a mess around Rosalie. A gay mess. She stumbles over her words and her face is constantly red, but she keeps smiling and she finds Rosalie’s sneers particularly funny. She breaks Rosalie’s walls by not doing anything else, really. She’s just there, and she talks with Rosalie, and she has no problem backing away when Rosalie needs a break.

When they get together, Bella’s favorite activity is to ride in Rosalie’s fancy cars. She’s still scared, but she loves it when Rosalie goes so fast that everything outside is a blur. Sometimes they will ride in complete silence, sometimes there’s song playing, sometimes they start telling stories to each other, sometimes Bella has a whole new stack of dad jokes to tell.

Bella also develops a taste for motorcycles, a passion she’s eager to engage with Jasper. So, every once in a while, Rosalie will be working in the garage under a car and she will hear Bella’s bike pulling outside. She just knows she’s supposed to go there, so she goes and finds Bella waiting for her with a helmet and a bright smile. Rosalie is smitten.

Bella also has a way to make Rosalie feel like she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. She is aware of her beauty, always has and always will be, but she can’t help but feel special when Bella looks at her with those green eyes that kind of makes her forget that the world is fucked up. At least for a while.

They would go off to college together. Rosalie would be getting another engineering degree and Bella would get a bachelor's in Chemistry or Biology, maybe Psychology. She would whine and complain every day, though Rosalie is sure she’s only doing that to piss her off.

And Bella would have to learn to enjoy baseball because Rosalie just loves it.

Alice with This Bella

These two are the only ones I see working with Bella’s personality being the closest to canon. You know, happy little Alice with a slightly depressed Bella, who also has some low self-esteem problems. Bella is aware of her intelligence, though, and she also would impose some clear boundaries, like not sneaking into her room while she was sleeping and making her a part of discussions to make decisions and not just dropping shit at her for her to deal with. Alice has zero problems with her immortality, so she would have no problem turning Bella when the girl felt ready, although she asks Bella to be sure she had experienced everything she wanted as a human beforehand.

In this scenario, Alice doesn’t force Bella to be her personal human Barbie doll. Actually, she steals Bella’s hoodies very often, to the point where the girl has to have a search party in Alice’s gigantic closet one day. One of their favorite thing to do together would be to watch the stars and Alice finds it amusing to come up with fake information about space or fake names for constellations. It took Bella a very long time to notice this and, by the time she did, she had already spread some of it to her friends. They also go to the movies a lot and there’s a lot of dancing in the rain, even if Bella can’t barely keep herself standing.

Alice would be Charlie’s absolute favorite, of course. They would be pals, you know. Charlie would take her fishing one day - when Alice manages to convince him to go somewhere other than La Push - and he would teach her very patiently all he knew.

Tanya with This Bella

This Bella is grumpy. She has a lot of self-derogatory jokes to make, she’s sarcastic and she likes using it as a weapon. Tanya finds it not so amusing, quite concerning actually, but then Bella will flash her with one of her side smiles that makes her knees go ridiculously weak and Tanya will forget what she should be worried about.

Bella moves slowly, very slowly, and her shoulders are a bit drooped as if she can’t hold herself straight. For Tanya, it takes a lot of patience because, even with how much time she had to adjust to humans, she’s not used to spending so much time around one. Especially one that takes so long to get down the stairs for no reason. Tanya is also the most romantic person alive, so Bella needs to be prepared to basically everything.

Tanya is sugar mommy. Bella tries to fight it, but there’s no point. Tanya is always giving her presents, booking tickets, taking her to weekend getaways, and making every single desire come to life. It takes Bella out of balance in the beginning. She doesn’t know how to deal with it, to the point where she asks Irina to help her talk with Tanya to slow down a bit. It helps… until Bella shows a slight interest in something new and things skyrocket again.

They met in college. Tanya is a teacher - not her teacher because that would be too much - and Bella is getting her degree in History or Sociology. Bella can skate, so it’s not uncommon for Tanya’s students to leave her classroom and find Bella leaning against the wall holding her skate under her arm while waiting for her to go get lunch.

Once she turns, Bella goes around feeling very proud of her coven leader wife, but she wants nothing to do with it. She would hate the responsibility of it.

Kate with This Bella

Have you ever heard of a chaotic duo? They’re it.

Bella is all about adventures and trying new things, and Kate is… well, she has zero respect for humans’ mortality, which almost becomes a problem once or twice. Tanya, Carmen and Eleazar had to remind her more than once that humans couldn’t jump from a plane with no parachute, even if Kate was supposed to grab her before hitting the ground. It’s not like she doesn’t care if Bella gets hurt, because she does! Her eyes fill with tears that will never drop every time she sees even a scratch on Bella’s skin - which happens quite a lot - but she hasn’t been human for a long time and it’s easy to forget a few things when she gets excited about something.

They would do everything together and Kate would teach her to do anything she knew, like surf or change a house’s electric system. Eventually, after Bella is turned and good to go, they would totally have one of those handyman services where they would go around town helping people with the most mundane of things like installing a shower, changing the plumbing, changing tires, all of that. They would have fun doing those things and then running as fast as they could to jump off a cliff at the end of the day.

[novalizinpeace]

Are there other kingdoms outside of the five we've been shown or do those five make up the entirety of the world?

This made me remember that with all the storytelling i didn't get more into the economical/society part of the kingdoms -see timeline- okay, is still weekend here, let me go into it.

As some of you had may notice (if not pay attention in class Jimmy, Miss Delight isn't going to be happy with ya) a lot of the history in the Cartoon are based in Greek Mythology.

So, i don't have a problem with others making fanmade kingdoms, but to help you stay in universe, here's some points to take in mind:

-All the kingdoms have names of big entities in mythology In my case, i used the Titans from greek mythology, and based some of the Kingdoms things in said titans (for example, Themis was the Greek god of law and justice, so that why Queen Thera is the judge between kingdoms.). You can use others big entities, even from other religions or mythologies.

-The Kingdom's towns/cities have minor entities name in mythology. In my case, they have constellations names (Hyperion have places like Orion Town, Canis north and Canis south, and Lepus City. Theia have places like Corvus town and Draco city. And so on), but again this can me changed depending in what you're getting inspired.

I personally don't have more kingdoms to reveal, so yeah this world is small lol, but i would love to see what you guys came up with!