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Welcome!
Here's the basics:
Mobile-friendly guidelines and full muse info over here. If you’d like to RP on Discord or Dreamwidth, just message me and we can discuss it!
Main muses: Ganymede Hylas Paris Shen (Yuan) Qingqiu
Current secondary muses: Adonis Penthesilea
My meme tag is just "memes", if you want to find them.
“Careful—keep staring and people might notice what you’re thinking.” [helen&paris in sparta days maybe?]
"Perhaps," Paris agrees with a flutter of lashes, dipping his head in agreement. "But even if they do, surely Queen Helen of Sparta draws the eye of anyone, Spartan and especially those who come from afar and have never stood beneath the glory that belongs to a daughter of Zeus."
Distractedly running his fingers along the body of his wine cup, from its foot up to the rim, Paris shifts in his seat so he can rest an elbow on the chair's arm and his chin in his palm, a graceful stretch to his body. Curious, he glances out over the busy hall, letting himself briefly - terribly briefly, because in the corner of his eye there's still Helen, pale linen draped over her bosom and dark waves of hair framing her slender neck - be distracted by one particularly handsome young man.
"Is there then really such a noticeable difference between how I look at you and others do?"
Turning his attention back to Helen from following the man's stride across the hall, Paris just barely stops himself from indulging in the - admittedly dangerous - staring Helen had just pointed out.
There's still a coy little twist to his lips, and the way he's leaning into his palm lets him look up at Helen, shining in the lamplight, at a slight angle.
“You can’t keep playing with fire and expect not to get burned.” [Herc to Hylas]
"I was washing my hair, my lord," Hylas says without turning around, half-innocent, half... he hasn't decided yet. "That's pretty much the opposite of playing with fire."
Herakles is standing very, very close behind him. Straightening up from where he'd stood bent over, his ass had brushed against - thigh? something else he's not going to look at too closely? - Herakles, and he's still close enough to just barely feel the lurking presence of the man. He hadn't heard him get into the water, despite that it was deep enough around Hylas to caress his knees. He shifts on his feet, the cool water sliding against the curve of his kneecaps, filling in the hollows behind his knees. Herakles is - ironically, fittingly - a fire in contrast, sun-warmed and hot.
"What is it I'm supposed to have been doing?"
He still doesn't turn around. His mouth is dry, despite all this water.
Six months ago, Hylas had realized he actually felt comfortable around this man, which was a thought he'd have either laughed himself sick over or gotten angry about a year ago. Four months ago, he'd had a thought. Since then, he's... maybe, been trying to feel out what that thought even was.
Whether it's answer or not, he doesn't exactly mind how close they're currently standing. So he shifts on his feet again, infinitesimally swaying his weight backwards and that much closer to his ass actually making deliberate contact.
sorry I'm rereading SVSSS and am thinking about how much Shen QIngqiu cares about Binghe again (either of them. both) sobbing
A-Z NSFW HEADCANON MEME !
i know this has been done several times before, but if by chance any of the following questions appeal to you specifically, you've come to the right place! this meme contains NSFW content, so adults only please! ♡
afterwards — what kind(s) of aftercare do they like being given? do they like giving their partner aftercare? do they fall asleep quickly after sex?
beg — do they like making their partner(s) beg? do they like begging their partner?
body — what is their favorite body part of theirs? of their partner(s)'? are there any specific body parts they like to pay special attention to (ex. feet, hands, ass, etc)? where are their erogenous zones? where are they most sensitive?
clothing — do they like to have sex fully or partially clothed, or do they prefer having sex naked? would they ever move an article of clothing aside for stimulation/penetration (ex. pulling their panties to the side for penetrative sex)?
cum — how long does it take to make them cum? do they have any kinks relating to cum? do they like when their partner(s) cum(s) inside them? do they like cumming inside their partner(s)? do they like when their partner(s) cum on any of their body parts? do they like cumming on any of their partner(s)' body parts?
delay — do they like having their orgasm delayed/denied? do they like delaying/denying their partner(s)' orgasm?
dirty talk — are they turned on by dirty talk? turned off by dirty talk? is there anything they like their partner(s) to appeal to when talking dirty with them?
drive — how high is their sex drive? are they hyposexual, hypersexual, or somewhere in between? does it change depending on the circumstance? how often do they have sex?
dynamic — are they dominant? do they like to be dominated? how do they show their dominance? how do they show their partner(s) they want to be dominated? are they more versatile or does it depend on the context/their partner(s)?
eyes — do they like to be watched while they're having sex? do they like to watch others having sex?
fantasy — do they have any sexual fantasies they'd like to try out? have they ever gotten to act on a sexual fantasy?
g-spot — do they like g-spot/p-spot stimulation? do they prefer giving or receiving it, or does it depend on their partner(s)? do they like to stimulate the area with toys?
hair — do they shave or wax? do they let their hair grow out?
humiliation — do they like being humiliated or degraded? is there anything specific they like being humiliated or degraded for? do they like humiliating or degrading their partner(s)?
impact — do they like spanking/being spanked? whipping/being whipped? hitting/being hit? any other kind of impact play not listed here?
kink — what are their kinks? do they have a primary kink? are there any kinks they'd be interested in trying? are there any kinks they don't like or aren't interested in trying?
lingerie — do they own lingerie? if so, how often do they wear it? what kind of lingerie do they like to wear the most? do they like when their partners wear lingerie for them?
location — where do they like to have sex the most? would they ever have sex in a 'risky' place (ex. in the office, closet, public bathroom, etc)?
lube — do they use lube during sex? how much of it? do they like flavored lube and/or lube that brings particular sensations? can they become naturally lubricated enough to not need lube during sex?
marks — do they like being marked? do they like marking their partners?
music — do they like to play music while having sex? what kind of music? is the music for vibes, aesthetic, or simply to drown out the sounds they and their partner(s) make (or even a mix of all three)?
names — do they like being called names in the bedroom? if so, what kind of names? are they pet names or are they names to appeal to a praise/humiliation kink? do they like calling their partner(s) names in the bedroom? do they have a daddy/mommy kink?
orgasm — how would their partner(s) know if they orgasm? what is their orgasm reaction like? are they sensitive after having an orgasm? what is the most effective way to get them to quickly orgasm?
positions — what are their favorite sex positions? do they have a singular favorite sex position? are there any positions they would like to try? are there any positions they don't like?
praise — do they like being praised? is there anything specific they like being praised for? do they like praising their partner(s)?
queen — are they a size queen? do they prefer length, girth, or both? do they like textures?
restraint — do they like being restrained? do they like restraining their partner(s)? are they into softer bondage or more hardcore BDSM?
sensation — do any specific sensations turn them on? are they into hot wax? ice? tickling? specific textures? anything else not listed here?
sexting — do they like sexting their partner(s)? do they ever send nudes? do they like receiving nudes? do they find sexting more or less difficult/fun than curating sexual experiences in real life? are they any different while sexting than they are during real life sexual experiences?
size — how big are their genitals? what cup size are they? what are their body measurements?
sounds — what sounds do they make during sex? do they laugh a lot during sex? are they chatty during sex?
stimulation — how do they prefer to be stimulated? do they like being given handjobs? do they like being fingered? do they like being given oral? is/are there any specific spot(s) on their body they like being stimulated the most? where do they like to stimulate their partner(s)?
strip — does your muse like stripping for their partner(s)? do they like when their partner(s) strip(s) for them? do they like their partner(s) stripping them naked? do they like to strip their partner(s) naked?
style — do they like it rough? do they like it soft? do they prefer fucking or making love? do they like a hard and fast pace, a slow and gentle pace, or does it vary/depend on the situation?
top or bottom — are they more of a top or a bottom, or are they more versatile? does it depend on their partner(s)? do they like penetrating or being penetrated more? do they like giving oral or receiving oral more? do they like stimulating or being stimulated more?
tease — do they like teasing their partner(s)? do they like being teased? how do they like to tease/be teased?
toys — do they own sex toys? how often do they use them? do they prefer using them on themselves or their partner(s)?
turn on — what turns them on?
volume — are they loud, quiet, or somewhere in between during sex? do they get louder over time? are there any activities that affect their volume during sex? do they prefer a loud or quiet partner?
wet — do they like bath/shower sex? would they have sex in other bodies of water (pool, lake, ocean, etc)?
@harvestshope :V pissy dad
Darth Vader had expected Luke to start looking for parts so he could replace his lost lightsaber. Had, perhaps, planned for it, after the unintentional and perhaps somewhat unfortunate end of their duel on Bespin.
(Things had... perhaps gotten away from him. When did they ever not? But his son was surprisingly - no, expectedly, really - stubborn.)
Most of the parts were too generic, even in this era, to be able to track his son's progression as well as calculate his probable goal for the next piece to procure. The kyber crystals he'd need weren't one of those. The kyber crystals would also be the most difficult parts for Luke to get his hands on. It was possible cook up perfect artificial crystals, and it'd certainly be proof of the jedi's skill to do so repeatedly. Because repeatedly would be necessary; artificially created crystals burned out fast, compared to kyber crystals. They were an inferior option, but an option.
Ilium was pointless; even if Luke could find its location, the record of it scourged from every star chart possible, the Death Star projects had mined the once-pristine planet into a ravaged wasteland. It'd take centuries, if not thousands of years, before the crystals there would be large enough to harvest, even for a single lightsaber, never mind be of the right quality to do so.
That didn't mean there weren't other places one could find kyber crystals. They were just... less optimal.
"Luke," Darth Vader snapped as he strode out of the undergrowth followed by the distant growl of thunder in the air. "While it'd be expected if the Rebellion does not perform even cursory checks of the planets they scout, you should know better."
Stopping just within the edge of the clearing, Darth Vader crossed his arms as he stared down at his son. The static pressure in the air had already given him a headache, and he was fortunate his suit's ventilator had more than one failsafe. The less said about both their ships, the better.
"Suval's storm season is not the time to try to land a ship on-planet."
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓
(suggestive roleplay starters for muses tangled in tension, attraction, and everything they’re trying not to say)
𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍
“If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be able to think straight.”
“You should really stop standing that close… unless you’re trying to make a point.”
“Your heart’s racing. Is it fear, or something else?”
“You’ve got no idea what you do to me, do you?”
“Say my name again. Slower.”
“If I leaned in right now, would you stop me?”
“Careful—keep staring and people might notice what you’re thinking.”
“You always smell like trouble.”
“You make it hard to remember why this is a bad idea.”
“If you wanted me to leave, you would’ve made me by now.”
𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
“You really don’t need to touch me to make your point… but I’m not complaining.”
“Do you always breathe this heavily when someone’s near you?”
“You’re shaking. Is that anger—or anticipation?”
“You shouldn’t be this close to me. I might take it the wrong way.”
“I think you like testing my patience.”
“You don’t have to say anything—your body already did.”
“One step closer, and you’ll find out exactly what I mean.”
“You’ve been staring at my mouth all night.”
“This is dangerous, you know that.”
“For once, I’d like to know what you’re thinking when you look at me like that.”
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒
“Tell me to stop, and I will.”
“You shouldn’t say things like that if you don’t mean them.”
“Do you really think I came here for conversation?”
“There’s something about the way you say my name that ruins me.”
“If I touch you now, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”
“You look like sin dressed up in restraint.”
“You’re not helping by looking at me like that.”
“This tension is going to break eventually. Might as well decide how.”
“You always show up when I’m trying to forget you.”
“I should go—but I don’t want to.”
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍
“You keep pretending it’s just banter. It’s not.”
“Maybe we’re both too stubborn to admit what this is.”
“If I told you I’ve thought about this before, would that scare you?”
“This is dangerous, but gods, it feels right.”
“You’re trembling—don’t tell me you’re not feeling this too.”
“You can’t keep playing with fire and expect not to get burned.”
“Don’t look at me like that. I might forget how to be decent.”
“Every time you leave, I pretend I don’t care. I’m a terrible liar.”
“If this is a mistake, it’s one I’ll make twice.”
“You make temptation look far too easy to love.”
I’m having a grand ol time lemme tell ya
"I wasn't," Alekos says, and this time doesn't bother hiding the deep, grinding ache, the grimace that's just a grimace and not at all a smile. "I wasn't such a believer in inevitability. Not until right before..."
He shrugs. Before he died. It'd been hard, downright impossible, at that point, to not just convince himself the dream omen might have been wrong, and what that meant for him, but that there wasn't just one way things were going to end. Like a domino train. One thing neatly leading to the next, and all of them falling...
Looking back up at Odysseus mid-way his speech, Paris stares at him. After a beat, he fishes up his phone, having to go through a couple different searches before his brain remembers what it is he wanted. After that it's quick work to find what he wants.
"'Now all the gods were divided through strife; for at that very time Zeus who thunders on high was meditating marvellous deeds, even to mingle storm and tempest over the boundless earth, and already he was hastening to make an utter end of the race of mortal men'."
Paris recites with a ringing ease, though he keeps his voice down as he puts his phone back down again. Taking another sip of his not-coffee, he pulls a little moue.
"Maybe that's not the truth. Not that we can know, after all. But, that means you could be right. It didn't have to be a war. It could have been natural disasters," Paris finishes, sharply cheerful.
But it was war. It was war because... Alekos refuses to finish that thought.
"Case in fucking point."
Neither was he. He just had the fortune (misfortune?) to still be alive when the Fates hammered it into him. With shipwrecks and monsters, in beggar's rags and borrowed cloaks. Some recognitions roll in like storms or strike like lightning; this one makes Odysseus feel faintly clammy.
He knows he's been rambling too long when Paris starts scrolling. Pretending to only half pay attention, Odysseus drags his fingers across his lids, then down to frame his chin. "What is that, Hesiod?" he asks, knowing full well that it is Hesiod.
"It can't have been the whole truth," he says pragmatically. "Since the race of mortal men keeps on trucking."
He drops the colloquialism in on purpose, feeling a bit burnt out on ancient poets. Or maybe just making the point of the here and now of it all, bitter that he isn't among them.
"Blame yourself, blame the oath, blame the gods, or don't. Blame is a convenient device in politics, but it doesn't actually mean anything."
They both clearly know it is Hesiod, so Alekos just shrugs, putting his phone back down. He'd only picked it up to find that quote to make a point. Even if it wasn't the whole truth, the only reason, everything that had survived and didn't just remove the gods seemed to agree...
Which of course still doesn't make any of them any less responsible for everything they did, but Paris had (had to) taken an apple in hand at the demand of gods, at Zeus' behest, and given it to Aphrodite because who else should have it, and he had justified himself before his parents and Hektor - and then later the city and the Achaean embassy - with having had Aphrodite behind him.
Not that there actually being some thread of divine plan behind it all is at all a relief. But it's not meant to be relieving, is it?
"I'm sure I wouldn't know anything about that," Paris says blandly, then frowns thoughtfully. "It doesn't? Why not?"
Aside from giving yourself a small feeling of control over the situation, in whatever way either blaming yourself, or very much not doing so would, he supposed.
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Guilt
❛ you’re about as intimidating as a butterfly. ❜ / polyxena
"And some people are as afraid of a butterfly come too close as they are of a wolf with his teeth bared, gripping in gore," Paris returns with an exaggerated pout before he waves it off, expression smoothing out into something more thoughtful - but still a little amused. "All I'm saying, little sister, is that it's about how you present yourself and what air you give off. Just because you're young and short doesn't mean you couldn't be intimidating."
It's not something Paris has ever cared about, regardless of the circumstances. Being intimidating might have helped him, once or twice, but the effort needed for such a thing, especially when it goes against his natural behaviour has never made it worth it.
"Did you know, I managed to injure Telamonian Ajax the other day... whether he carries that shield or not, he never seems to worry about injuries, always shaking off any cuts or stabs that might actually pierce him. But I landed an arrow right in under his armpit - the look on his face! Sometimes, you can be intimidating without even meaning it, by complete accident."
❛ what are you smiling at? ❜ / hektor
"Don't you see?"
Looking over at his brother as he came up next to him, Paris swept a wide gesture out at the view. From where they stood up on the wall surrounding the citadel hill, the city spread out below and beyond, with the marble-clad city walls gleaming creamily golden-white in the afternoon sun. The bay stretched out glittering to the right, blue-green and perfectly still.
"Isn't it beautiful? What reason isn't there to smile at it?" Paris asked, certainly serious about the view - but there was a light in his eyes and a stubborn, delicate little blush rising on his cheeks, his gaze sliding sideways a little. "... And perhaps I was thinking about Antheus, too."
Paris isn't sure he would've imagined any of this a little over a year ago when he was huddling on the altar, hoping reverence for the gods - for Zeus Herkeios specifically - would keep him safe. But so much better that he hadn't been able to dream it up, for that made it all so much more real!
... Even if Deiphobos clearly also having an interest in Antheus was souring things a bit. But Paris supposed that, too, made sure this was reality and not a dream of some sort.
"... Really?"
Reluctantly pulling back so he can look his brother in the face to try and pick out details in the dark, pick out any possible shade of teasing. He hopes there is some! But there'd been none in Hektor's voice, and there is none on what he can see of his expression now.
"I was thought they were joking - you mean there really are more? How many siblings do we have?" Paris asks with a certain amount of trepidation, subconsciously tightening a hand around Hektor's lower arm.
Not just for this rather terrifying reality, but the gentle suggestion he should try to sleep. He knows he should, but he doesn't--- Oh, he's far too old to want to huddle up next to parents, or, as is now available to him, an older brother, in fear of thunder or wolves or the darkness pressing down around them. He knows he is. But his heart twists anyway, at the idea of walking back to the room he'd been given, though he is already fond of the bed and the bedding in that room.
"You can't say I shouldn't worry when you've said there is even more," he protests, half of a little laugh spilling out of him. "I thought I'd met them all already!"
And that had been so many! How could there be more? How was he supposed to sleep like this, anxiety back to thrumming through his veins even if his eyes burned with building exhaustion.
Oh, it was no joke. Although he might be forgiven for believing some of the others weren't being serious—Hektor is always serious. Except, right now, for some reason, Alexander's face is the funniest thing he has ever heard. After the long, overwrought day, exhausted body and spirit, Hektor starts laughing too hard to answer.
By the time he gets control of himself, his face aches from it.
"Tomorrow." He struggles to catch his breath. His hand spreads across Alexander's thin back to steady himself. The other draws across his eyelids. "Gods, I need sleep, too."
He has not forgotten the tight grip on his arm, or the reluctance underneath Alexander's stalling. He keeps shaking his head, and makes the offer sound more offhand than it is, that neither of them need be self-conscious of it.
"Stay here for tonight. I'll wake you early enough to ensure no one thinks your room empty because you ran away."
Hektor bursts out laughing, and it is a near magical sound. Ringing and rich, with a funny little catch at the end where his brother needs to catch his breath, only to start all over again. Some of the tension in Paris' back unwinds - not all of it, not much, maybe, but still. It does. He's smiling with honest pleasure by the time Hektor's finally winding down.
"Tomorrow," Paris agrees, but still doesn't get up. His heart catches a little at Hektor's comment that he needs sleep, but then - he's not made to leave. Instead... "Okay."
His eyes burn for no real good reason at all, and Paris sniffs, blinking a first, shy swell of tears away. Maybe Hektor's only offering because he's done this many times before as an older brother, but - but that means he is definitely counting Paris as one of those he has that sort of responsibility for.
Many wouldn't, Paris is sure, especially on the very first night.
"Thank you," he adds quietly, turning around and getting up on his feet, but at least it isn't because he has to go back to his own bed. "... I didn't even think that was something someone might think."
Almost, Paris laughs at how ridiculous that idea is. He doesn't. He's not sure why anyone would think that would be something he'd do. He misses his parents - his foster parents - yes. He misses them like there's an empty ache in his chest, a hole where his heart should be, and he daringly hopes to suggest something to the king of Troy, his father, that might make things better for them, but...
(Why would he run away to be a slave again?)
He can't see leaving.
I once read a fic once that had Binghe in narration referring to Shen Qingqiu as "his flight risk of a beloved" and I think about it often. Because it's funny, but also, yes, true. Painfully (hilariously) true!
Shen Qingqiu's method of dealing with Problems via the fight/flight/etc system is flight -> freeze (just shut up and say nothing) -> fight.
He could keep teasing, but what Paris does as he eyes his brother for a moment, soft smile lingering, is be a little more serious. Well. After one more shot of teasing; he can't help himself, all right?
"By that crevice between your brows, deep as many-fountained Mount Ida if our lady got put upside down to pierce into the gloom below, apparently not!" Paris winks. "No, it's more... you usually don't allow yourself to really linger in it."
And since the wedding, it's like Hektor can't do anything but linger, and proof of it is right in front of him by that distracted softness to his brother's gaze - but that's as it should be! If Hektor can't even be distracted by something (Andromache) in at least the first few months after his own wedding, when could he ever be?
"I think so," Paris says with a nod, and not just because he wants to assure Hektor for no reason. "It's quite obvious she's getting more and more comfortable here by the day, and the way she looks at you... if nothing else, you certainly already make her happy, and won't everything else come from that?"
Another thoughtless touch of fingers across his chest, above his heart, Paris' expression melting-soft. Hektor being happy is the most important, of course, but his brother wouldn't be as happy if Andromache wasn't, or wasn't coming to be so. But they're clearly a good match.
He lifts a finger, wags it sternly in Alexander's face. "One more word about that crevice between my brows, and you'll be on your way to Sparta on foot." But there's no real bite in it, of course.
And he trusts his brother's judgment in this, perhaps more than in most things. He has a sense about people that Hektor... It isn't that he entirely lacks it, but his perception tends more to actions than feelings, such as the weakness in an opponent's defense. His wedding belonged to the whole city, but it's quite a different thing to be wedded. For his privacy to belong to Andromakhe, and hers to him.
Alexander, as far as Hektor knows, has never shown that kind of uncertainty. He always knows what will move someone to laugh, or to tears. What will make them happy.
Poets have some work in this world, too. Though you won't hear Hektor say it often.
He exhales. "Well. Thank you for that," he says, trying not to stake his whole heart on the images that everything else conjures up.
"When you are married, I hope I'll be able to say the same."
"You couldn't bear to be parted from me for the length of time it'd take for me to walk the whole way there and back," Paris defends himself with a laugh, batting his lashes.
What would he do, anyway, if it was in actuality a real threat and not a jest - burn down all the ships in the harbour? A little too dramatic, surely!
When you're married. Paris looks from Hektor's face over to the nearby window, one hand drifting to his chest as he nods, a flush filling him at the idea. Soon, presumably. No one else knows, but what else would this trip be for, if not for the promise Aphrodite made him, and the obvious consequences of that promise being fulfilled? It thrills him.
"I don't see why I wouldn't," he says, turning back to his brother with a sweetly breathless smile. "I have a good feeling about this trip, Hektor. Golden Aphrodite herself holds her hand over it, and me, so surely your words will be prophecy to be fulfilled in a few months, at most."
Some part of him wishes he could have advice from Hektor, but really, his brother isn't the one to ask such advice of, even if it wouldn't make more sense to trust the goddess and whoever the woman who is the most beautiful that she will lead him to is.
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