#we are at 550 notes and I am back with edits to the tags...

[regenderated]

"rank the doctors" based on what!? which one is my favourite? which one i think is objectively the best? which one is most fuckable? which one has the nicest voice? best costume? best actor? best writing?

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The Eros of May

WMFTD!Y/N x Hypnos

(The last day)

Wordcount: 550

Summary: Told in snapshots. There is a beautiful man with sleepy golden eyes, warm skin kissed by the sun and the lingering days of spring.

Warnings: no beta

notes: a writing challenge for myself, I took two different challenges and mashed them together. Credit to this post and this post and their creator for making these challenges.

One more thing, these are out-of-order, not a straight timeline. Sorry for any confusion.

To find the rest, use ‘The eros of may’ tag please. 

Thanks to everyone for coming along with this journey with me. With two minutes left before midnight, here is the last part of TEOM ( a03 link will be posted later once i edit it.)

Thanks again, my friends.

….

Am i allowed to cry at my own writing?

Memory lane.

The end happened on a perfect summer day. 

The Mediterranean Sea gleamed that impossible blue, so bright that it hurts to look for long. Wild poppies and daisies and so many colorful wildflowers grew on the hills of ancient ruins. Stone that was here before you and will be long after you were nothing but dust.

You took a terrified breath then another. 

With a boastful laugh, your dad clasped his arm on your shoulders as he watched you fight down the panic. “Remember, waiting is the worst part. Which is why me and your Pa eloped.”

”You were a pair of teenage runaways.” You replied sharply, brushing a hand down on the suit. Your eyes darted down to the beach, watching as children ran between the chairs. Family and friends were milling about, chatting as they waited for the ceremony.

Hermes was laughing at something Pa said, as Hypnos’ mother sat with Zagreus’ parents for companionship. It was a beautiful scene.

You didn’t tell him that you and Hypnos almost eloped but Hypnos had really wanted his family to be there. And whatever Hypnos wanted, so did you.

”We were.” Achilles laughed, his smile growing soft. “I never could have imagined a better life.”

You nodded, parting your lips when you heard footsteps behind you. Achilles straightened his back and pulled you into a tight hug. He whispered, “I am so proud of you. I love you, kiddo.”

“Love you too.” You told him, returning the hug. Achilles gave you a manly pat on the back and hurried down the path.

Faintly you heard Thanatos’ voice. “Just say the word, I got the car and he won’t find us.” 

You shifted on your feet, a little annoyed that Hypnos’ twin was willing to play runaway driver. Mostly you were glad that Hypnos had someone willing to do that for him.

When they rounded the cliffside, you felt breathless when you saw him. You didn’t see Thanatos’ scowling expression, like he wished you would just drop dead.

Hypnos was gorgeous in a simple dark red suit, his hair flowing in the cool breeze. His smile grew when he saw you, and you knew you looked like a fool with your own smile. 

Ruefully, Thanatos let his twin go, watching with an odd sort of bittersweetness. Hypnos rushed to you. You met him halfway, and swung him around in your arms. 

He was laughing when you put him down, his cheeks flushed. Gods, help you he was perfect. You wanted to kiss him but you resisted, knowing Hypnos would tell you to wait.

“I will go tell everyone to get seated.” Thanatos said, walking past them. He shot you a look, a silent warning not to ever break Hypnos’ heart again. 

Once he was down at the beach, calling for people to sit, you looked down at the gorgeous man in your arms. He looked back up at you, his smile brighter than the sea itself. 

“Ready?” You whispered, pressing your forehead against his. 

“Ready.” He said, cupping your cheek.

The music began. 

Arm in arm, you and Hypnos walked down the path to the beach, toward the shining blue seas.

The end happened under a wedding arch of daisies, with a single kiss to seal vows evermore, but so did a new beginning.

[bookishjules]

I posted 1,227 times in 2021

38 posts created (3%)

1189 posts reblogged (97%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 31.3 posts.

I added 550 tags in 2021

#sobh - 132 posts

#tsc - 117 posts

#pjo - 56 posts

#dreams - 45 posts

#words - 44 posts

#what i live for - 43 posts

#miraculous ladybug - 38 posts

#percabeth - 30 posts

#important - 26 posts

#nature - 19 posts

Longest Tag: 127 characters

#or is the ghost taking away their means of communication because it doesn't want jules to find out about their family's history

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

BABES. we beat Taylor Swift AND Harry Styles in one day!! We are a fucking force to be reckoned with *heart eyes x1000*

45 notes • Posted 2021-11-16 02:07:26 GMT

#4

Tessa, dear, I'm really gonna need you to circle back about that "tempestuous affair with a ghost" thing

49 notes • Posted 2021-12-06 18:56:13 GMT

#3

ofc jules would take a liking to katniss "i volunteer" everdeen, the literal definition of "i would die for my sibling"

49 notes • Posted 2021-11-22 22:48:27 GMT

#2

I am very okay with the option that Matthew was spending a summer at Cirenworth with James and Cordelia when Oscar passed. Much better than.. um.. the alternative.

54 notes • Posted 2021-12-06 18:33:13 GMT

#1

Ways in which Emma is starting to act like Not Emma™

1. "improbably" and "scudding" feel like VERY old words. I looked up scudding and its peak usage was around 1850, but it recently has started to be used more so this reason could just be a strawman

2. "well it doesn't matter what I thought" as much as we all love Emma implying that she thought he was going to propose, this is so much Tatiana on so many levels. Tatiana has literally said in previous diary entries that her "only purpose in life...is meant to be to find a better last name to replace [Lightwood] with." Emma is a modern woman who, while I'm sure she would love to marry Julian more than anything, probably wouldn't be hanging onto that expectation any time he seems intent on asking her a question.

2b. the fact that Emma just let that thought linger and disappear is a trait that Tatiana might have as the youngest child and only daughter of a family that values sons more. Her language would display more attributes of "powerless language," which discounting her thoughts, especially ones that show she is a woman in love, seems like it would be akin to

3. "I was pretty freaked out he even mentioned BREAKING UP as a concept" I related to this line too much to realize that this wasn't Emma at first. I can't imagine her being this insecure, especially with loving, doting, logical Julian, who would obviously use this as a preemptive statement alone. Tatiana, on the other hand, is so understandably insecure about love because of the family she was raised in. this also points to my theory that she enchanted a "silver band" to give to Rupert to keep him loyal to her.

The list could very well go on, but this is what I have atm. Thanks to @starlight-in-my-eyes for bringing Emma's Not Emma™-ness to my attention because holy mother of all that is good in the world I am STRESSED about my queen okay?

!! EDIT

(bc people keep interacting with this post and I think this addition is Important)

[Emma just describing the sky at all] feels so... like the way Tatiana writes, she does it as if she's in a movie. She likes to portray herself as the Main Character and in such needs a bunch of outward images to set the scene and give reason for the choices she makes.

Emma, on the other hand, literally would not give a shit about any of that, because, as she herself said, she isn't a writer. Her writing is completely stream of conscious and often goes completely off the rails. She wouldn't set a scene, give reasons, and then follow it up with a logical story arc, as the first paragraph of this diary entry does.

62 notes • Posted 2021-11-22 22:32:05 GMT

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