English is not my first language, so please excuse any spelling mistakes.
Something very simple because I really wanted to write something about it; if you want, I can write something more detailed later.
Finnick Odair was in complete despair.
It was already horrible enough to be back in the arena for the Quarter Quell with all the victors.
But the worst part of it all was that he couldn’t find you anywhere.
He couldn’t see the woman he loved.
His trident was already firm in his hand as he looked desperately in every direction. He tried to appear calm — after all, performing had always been part of the show — but his eyes scanned every corner of the arena, every movement in the water.
Every time the cannon echoed, his heart clenched in fear that it might be announcing your death.
He was on the verge of collapsing.
On the outside, he looked calm.
But his expression faltered in panic every single time a cannon fired.
Memories kept flooding his mind — every moment when he had been your mentor. Every time he fought to make sure you survived. Every sponsor gift he made sure to send you inside the arena.
He remembered how the two of you grew closer after your victory.
How you fell in love.
And inevitably, he remembered your lips.
His heart pounded painfully in his chest.
Because at that moment, the only person who truly mattered to him was somewhere in that arena — and worst of all, he didn’t know if you were alive or dead.
Eventually, he had no choice but to move with the victors from District 12.
But he kept looking for you.
He refused to sleep.
The Girl on Fire, Katniss Everdeen, noticed the way his gaze kept drifting toward the sky, as if he were waiting for something.
“Worried about her? The girl from your district?”
Finnick glanced at her.
“She’s strong. She’ll show up somewhere.”
He said it as steadily as he could, even though the only thing he truly felt was the urge to break down crying because you weren’t there with him.
When the fallen tributes were announced in the sky, he didn’t take his eyes off the projection.
He searched desperately for your face.
When he realized you weren’t among them, a breath of relief escaped his lips.
He knew you were incredible.
But it was still unbearable to know that you were somewhere in that arena… far away from him.
Still, he kept moving with the game.
There was no other choice.
He kept searching for you.
And every time a cannon fired, his whole body tensed.
When Johanna Mason’s group appeared on the beach, covered in blood, he was relieved to see his friend alive.
But that relief quickly turned into pure euphoria.
You stepped out of the forest right behind her, covered in blood — but alive.
There.
Right in front of him.
Without thinking twice, Finnick ran toward you, shouting your name as he pulled you into a tight embrace.
He cupped your face in his hands, completely stunned.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
You told him you were fine.
He guided you toward the water, washing the blood from your arms before handing you water to drink, making sure you were safe.
★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : A passionate vampire boyfriend. That's it.
★ 𝐚/𝐧 : English is not my first language! This was done a bit hastily...🕊️
Warnings: Blood (minimal), sexual content (though not very explicit), biting, kissing. A pathetic and lovestruck vampire. This OC is of my own creation, made entirely by me. :P
Caleb noticed many things.
Being a vampire had its advantages; his sense of smell was much more sensitive than that of humans, he could detect everything from the obvious to the most subtle.
His eyesight was as sharp as his hearing; if he concentrated, he could see the most intricate detail of an embroidery, or even hear the pattern of a breath.
Even his palate, making all the flavors richer and more appreciated.
But nevertheless, among so many wonderful things to feel, see, hear, and feast upon, Caleb loved most anything related to you. It was the scent of you when he hugged you, it went far beyond the smell of any expensive perfume he might have bought you, or any moisturizer or whatever caused that sweet, but artificial aroma. It was your scent.
It calmed him, like smelling lavender or anything that humans find tranquilizing. Although vulnerability wasn't his strong suit, there was something special about snuggling up to you, pressing his face against your neck and smelling your scent in the most natural way possible.
And of course, blood attracted him, but like everything in his life, he restrained himself.
It was watching you do anything simple, almost a waste of time for other humans, but for him it was fascinating. You could be simply reading, turning the page. Making a sandwich, changing clothes, combing your hair, and he could look at you as if you were something... precious. He had that longing quality. Not possessive like in books you've read, he would let you go if you wanted, he would stay by your side if you wished. It wasn't a kill-or-die situation for you, but simply loving you in its purest form.
And of course, your sounds. He concentrated intensely to hear every detail, his ears wanting to pick up every little detail of you. He learned your breathing pattern, when you were awake, in that conscious way, and even those silly moments where everyone notices they're breathing and tries to keep doing it until it returns to natural. Not that Caleb did that, because, you see, he didn't need to. When you slept, so peacefully and simply trusting him. Sleeping next to a vampire. He would hear people sometimes, sometimes noticing his breathing changing, perhaps in a dream or some other external discomfort.
But it was also about hearing your breath briefly catch whenever he bit you, moments so rare that they could always avoid them if it weren't for your pleas.
And my God, the taste. The tiniest drop of blood touching his tongue was sacred to him. His senses were heightened, and suddenly he was even more aware of everything about you.
Dolce tormento.
His fangs, tearing through the delicate skin of your neck, selfishly extracting your life force like nothing less than the monster he was. And yet he didn't stop. Because he knew you were enjoying it.
He could hear your breathing, almost panting, as if the effort to contain yourself was greater than keeping yourself awake. How he smelled your growing arousal between your legs. How he felt your hands enveloping him as if you were holding him in an embrace, as if you stopped touching him he would disappear.
He barely noticed what he was doing; his usually cold body seemed to be on fire. Pleasure burning him from the inside out in that pure obscenity. There was almost guilt in him, fear and hesitation by his nature, but it was like a distant noise.
He was with you, you loved him.
Someone loved him.
And that, for him, was everything.
At some point the bite ended, leaving only the brief stain of blood on your neck and the wound, caused by him. But he ignored it, lowering his kisses more and more with a hunger that wasn't just for blood.
His hands trembled more from excitement than nervousness. Words escaped his lips that he didn't recognize or even bother to stop. Longing. Love. It clouded everything. Adding to the lingering taste in his mouth.
He would simply push you against a nearby surface, still trying to maintain his composure. His trembling fingers slowly freed themselves from his clothes as he knelt in front of you.
"Please, cara mia... let me make up for this bite to you, hm?"
Hey my moons, just a reminder that English isn't my first language, so please forgive any spelling mistakes.
Content: just how I think it would be to have a relationship with both of them. It's just something cute and very simple, without many details.
Percy Jackson thought he was the luckiest guy alive for having two girlfriends. The fact that he had the two most beautiful women in the world sleeping beside him drove him crazy.
From the moment the three of you agreed to try this relationship, Percy practically exploded with happiness.
He was dating the two girls he loved, and to him, that was incredible.
The way he’d pull both of you closer by the campfire…
How he had absolutely no shame about holding your hands, or answering:
“Yeah. They’re my girls.”
Whenever someone asked, completely shocked.
Annabeth thought it was amazing too—just without all of Percy’s dramatics.
When she brought the idea up to you and Percy, it felt like a weight lifted off her shoulders. She’d been thinking about it long before she ever said it out loud, and she made sure the three of you had a serious conversation about everything before you made it official.
The way she worried about you and Percy getting yourselves into trouble…
The way she looked into your eyes for much longer than necessary.
The way she got sulky whenever you and Percy talked to someone she didn’t trust.
And the way she would answer:
“Yes. Both of them. Problem?”
Whenever someone questioned it too much.
And for you… it was incredible.
Of course. All those dates you went on with the two of them. The way Percy would splash water at both of you at the beach. The way Annabeth would get excited and start explaining something about architecture to you and Percy—something neither of you would understand, no matter how hard you tried.
The back-to-back kisses, one after the other. The way you and Annabeth would team up to pick something out for Percy. The way he treated both of you like you were actual goddesses.
All of it ran through Percy’s mind as he watched the two of you sleeping in his bed, in his cabin.
You were wrapped around Annabeth, the bigger spoon, while both of your backs pressed against Percy’s chest.
Percy was propped up slightly, just to admire the two of you.
“I’m so lucky…”
Athena’s daughter opened her eyes and turned toward him, trying her best not to wake the reader.
“Go to sleep, seaweed brain. Don’t wake the reader. She’s tired.”
Annabeth murmured, lifting her head just enough to kiss Percy goodnight.
It was almost impossible not to wake you. So you opened your eyes and said:
“That’s not fair. I want one too.”
You laughed softly, pouting a little to earn a kiss.
Annabeth gave you a short kiss and looked into your eyes. You held her gray gaze.
“Go to sleep, reader. It’s late. You’ve got an appointment tomorrow, forgetful.”
Before you could protest what she said, Percy kissed you—longer than Annabeth had—making you forget completely whatever you were about to argue.
“Goodnight, my goddesses. I love you both.”
He said it as he lay back down and curled up against the two of you.
It was definitely going to be a wonderful night of sleep…
because you were falling asleep between the loves of your life.
Interest in greek mythology rises anew with the new number of retellings and adaptions...and misconceptions all around...
Claims like "that never happened" or "that's the roman version" are around a lot...but even if you wanted to learn more, where would you even start looking? Where do you begin your research for your next fic, or next discussion? Well...That's for you!
Here is the Post as DOCs to share outside of tumblr (gets updated)
Here's a list of source names, links to access them, maps, family trees & more
Where to access the texts:
ToposText
Database, interlinks all names and places, has almost all sources translated, can find all name mentions of place or character in the sources, has a map with the places
Perseus Collection Greek and Roman Materials (and Scaife Viewer)
Digital Library, nearly all main greek and roman sources, including OG language text and dictionary for those languages (is instable at times, try coming back a few hours/days later and it should be up again)
Theoi Greek Mythology
Database, has summary posts for individual heroes, creatures, gods and events, as well as many translations, has a search function
Most of these places have older translations for the epics, poems and hymns (with older language), places like Poetry In Translation and https://www.gutenberg.org often have newer translations available for free, though…with a bit of digging most translations even recent ones can be found online :)
Comparing several translations is also good if you want to make any arguments about what a text says without being able to read the text in the original language, does the text really say that or is it just this translation?
It also doesn't hurt to research a little about the author of a work as well to get context for which time and sociopolitical and personal situation they were writing in (it helps to do a quick search into the history of ancient greece too, i.e. epic writers writing during the 7th century BC had different agendas than playwrights of the 5th century during the persian wars, athenians during the conflicts with sparta, or later hellenistic writers after Alexander the Great)
Wikipedia: CAN be used, it's a good starting point, but check the sources cited as much as you can, rather than believing what the page itself says
Links to Maps
Ancient Greece Maps – Ancient Greece: Φώς & Λέξη
User:MaryroseB54 - Wikimedia Commons
Cyowari - Professional, Digital Artist | DeviantArt
Some of the Realms of Greece in the Heroic Age by Yaulendur on DeviantArt
Late Bronze Age Mediterranean Trade, c. 1400-1200 BCE: Empires, Merchants, and Maritime Routes of the Ancient World - World History Encyclopedia
Translators:
Translate to Ancient Greek Online
https://logeion.uchicago.edu
Wiktionary
Ancient Art
Resources
Harvard Art Museums
Family Tree:
(Compiled by a friend, not exhaustive) - Note that there are often various different versions of lineage for many characters, so this only represents ONE of many possibilities)
Family Echo
Books
Oxford classical dictionary.pdf
Brief History Of Ancient Greece.pdf
168679208-Ancient-Greece.pdf
Complete Greek Drama
The Ancient Epic Cycle and it's ancient reception A companion.pdf
Final Note
These things should not be gatekept, its time to share them freely
I wish I could offer even more sources via academic books and papers but I fear this would exceed my abilities considering the vastness of the topic of Greek Mythology! But this is a starting point :D Have fun!
Google Scholar has a lot of secondary sources (scholia commentary & theories), books about history, society, politics, flora & fauna, religion, culture, etc. of the time both of history and mythical history…if you have a friend in academia with university access (if you don’t have it yourself) you can ask them to check if they have access to the papers/books otherwise hidden behind insane paywalls, because a LOT of them are available as pdfs!
I also wish I had more visual/audio sources but this is smth I cant change :") I'm sure there's some good videos on youtube out there...somewhere x)
Feel free to contact me if you have more sources you want to add or any links don't work
@dranktwocoffees @coquettemouseevil @desi-pluto @aishabellasbigblogofeverything @sponponn @floof-ghostie *Passing onto Percyverse mutuals who're either popular for exposure or very into reading for fun*
English isn't my first line of research, sorry for any spelling mistakes.
Leo Valdez had imagined kissing you more times than he could count.
He was going insane.
In his head, you were the personification of perfection. Beautiful. You laughed at his terrible jokes. You were kind to him.
But he couldn’t fool himself. In his mind, you would never look at him with anything more than friendly intentions.
Still… it didn’t hurt to try, right?
Leo was always throwing pickup lines around — it was just who he was — but lately it had become more frequent. You noticed when he stared at you a second too long. You noticed the slight frown whenever you talked to other guys at camp.
And most importantly—
You noticed how often he stared at your lips when you spoke.
He absolutely did not know how to hide it. It was obvious to everyone that he wanted you.
Luckily for him, you wanted him too.
All the moments he stood a little too close. Every time his hand brushed your arm during a conversation. Every time he “fixed” your hair for absolutely no reason.
All the times he stared at your mouth so intensely that you had to ask if he was even listening.
And he’d always answer:
“Uh… yeah. Totally. Cool stuff about… arrows?”
Now you’re walking past the workshop door while he’s working. He glances over his shoulder.
“Workshop’s closed for pretty people.”
He says it teasingly.
“Strange, Leo. Considering you’re in here. I just wanted to spend some time with that cute guy.”
Silence.
His brain short-circuits.
He wonders if he heard you correctly and tries to recover, but his ears are already burning.
“I fully support spending time with cute guys. You should try it sometime.”
You step closer, closing the distance.
“I’m working with fire, you know. Dangerous stuff. My high temperatures usually make girls like you fall in love.”
You laugh.
“I know. I’m living proof your fire makes girls fall in love.”
He starts to laugh — then processes what you said.
He freezes again. Longer this time.
He turns fully toward you.
“Are… are you serious?”
His voice is lower now.
Without thinking, he steps closer. You tilt your head up to reach his lips.
What was supposed to be a short kiss turns into something deeper. He’d wanted this for far too long.
His hands leave the workbench and move to your waist, pulling you closer. Not rushed — just needed.
When you finally pull apart, he looks into your eyes.
“I always knew my charm was irresistible… but this surprised me.”
“Same here.”
And then you kiss again.
For the first time in a long time, he wasn’t trying to be enough.
He wasn’t performing.
He was just being himself — finally holding the girl he loves in his arms.
★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : Where you can't resist showering your boyfriend with affection.
★ 𝐚/𝐧: English isn't my first language! Written again at a dubious hour when I clearly should have been sleeping 🕊️
This story contains: Rex Splode x Fem!Reader, kisses (nothing too spicy), lovesick idiots.
The lighting in your room was relatively low, with only the lights from your dressing table plus the lamp next to your bed. Even with your back turned, you could see your boyfriend sitting on your bed, half-calm (or pretending to be), somewhat unable to stay still. You and Rex hadn't been dating for very long, just a few months, since you finally accepted his silly advances and reciprocated his flirtations. The memory almost made you smile.
You heard another noise behind you followed by a slightly impatient sigh. You glanced over your shoulder, just in time to see Rex examining the few stuffed animals (things from your childhood that you couldn't get rid of), his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and there was a slightly amused, yet indecipherable look in his eyes.
So you decided to kill the boredom and do a little test. You always saw these couple things on social media. You had just applied a lipstick you had recently bought, the color red. And you had a boyfriend. It was simply killing two birds with one stone.
Holding back a smile, you stand up from the vanity and walk over to your boyfriend, his eyes briefly lighting up as he sees you approaching.
— Are you finally going to pay attention to me or...?
You barely let him speak, sitting on his lap, holding his face with a tender yet firm grip. Your lips pressed against his. He let out a surprised, muffled sound, but not a sound of displeasure. He didn't hesitate to reciprocate, but you didn't let him deepen the kiss; you simply moved your lips from his mouth to the rest of his face, covering it with kisses. From his lips to his cheek, nose, eyelids, chin, jaw, forehead, any patch of skin you could reach. You could feel him relax with each kiss. His hands encircled your waist, as if you were about to disappear or to prevent you from moving away from him.
When you finally stopped kissing him, wrapping your arms around his neck, satisfied with what had you done. He chuckled, perhaps more relaxed and even tired than he should have been.
— Okay.. well, not complaining, but are you going to explain what that was? He asks, a slightly amused tone in his voice.
— Oh, nothing much, I just... wanted to kiss you a little.
He laughed again, burying his face in the crook of my neck and shoulder, leaving a kiss there, simply enjoying the embrace.
— Okay then... Thank you, babe.
That was pretty short, but that idea was eating my brain, so...🫂
Note: Just to clarify, English is not my first language, and if anything is wrong, I apologize and ask for your understanding.
Contains: misunderstood feelings, unspoken love, a quick kiss, conversation about the future.
Katniss Everdeen is not driven by romance — but that was never the problem.
She doesn’t know how to name her feelings. She doesn’t know how to feel them, or how to express them.
And then there’s you.
What was supposed to be a simple friendship, born from the unfortunate fact that you were forced to participate in another Hunger Games, slowly turned into an imperceptible kind of admiration.
She sees herself in you, even though you come from very different districts.
During the Games, the two of you grew close. The difference was that you had already lost the person you loved.
Unconsciously, Katniss admires your strength in carrying that grief — because she doesn’t know what she would do if she ever lost Peeta.
When the Games end and she becomes the symbol of the revolution, you worry about her. And she notices.
You sit beside her. You talk when she wants to talk, and you stay quiet when she only needs to think. You support the plan to rescue Peeta. You give advice.
And when you’re not around, she notices. She looks for you just to ask anything. She does small things without realizing it, just to keep you close. When someone else stands too near you, she feels uncomfortable — even if she doesn’t know why.
And most importantly:
You are there when the nightmares come.
And then, one more night, she wakes up screaming — dreaming of the Games all over again.
Katniss wakes up gasping, her body rigid, the air trapped in her chest.
It’s the third time this week.
You hear it from your room and reach hers as fast as you can.
“Katniss, are you okay? Another nightmare?”
She nods. She doesn’t trust her voice.
You already know what she’s going to ask, so you spare her the words.
You sit on the edge of the bed. She stiffens for a moment, then leans into your chest — like it’s instinct.
“When this is all over,” you whisper, “I swear I’ll do everything I can to keep you away from anything that reminds you of this.”
She lifts her head slightly to look at you.
“These dreams probably won’t ever go away.”
“Then I’ll stay,” you say. “Every night. To help you through them.”
A small, almost invisible smile appears on her lips. The silence that follows is soft.
“When it’s over,” she murmurs, “you, me, and Peeta. Somewhere far away.”
You let out a quiet laugh. You like seeing her dream — even if it’s only a little.
But then you realize you’re looking at her for too long.
She freezes. She isn’t used to hearing that from you.
Her heart stutters. Her cheeks warm. She doesn’t understand why — only that it feels good. She has always thought you were strong, incredible. Knowing you see something good in her matters more than she expects.
“Thank you,” she says softly.
“It’s not a compliment,” you reply. “It’s a fact.”
You look at each other again. She doesn’t quite know what she’s doing when she tilts her head toward you — and you do the same.
Your lips meet in a short kiss. Brief. Gentle. Enough.
Her heart races, and she settles back against your chest.
“Sorry,” she murmurs.
You don’t answer. You just run your fingers through her long, dark hair, slow and steady, until she falls asleep — safe in your arms.
She doesn’t know it yet.
But she’s going to want to kiss you many more times.
reader that isn’t a bimbo? Reader that is put together and likes dressing up? Reader that’s older than 18-20? Reader that’s not white-coded??? Reader who doesn’t have daddy issues? Reader who does have daddy issues in a “man hater” way? Reader who’s taller than 4’11-5’0?? Reader who’s quiet and reserved and not in a robotic way or stuttering way? Reader who’s Tina Belcher coded? Reader who gives off the vibe of a creepy barn owl but somehow it’s endearing? Reader who’s charismatic and charming? Reader who’s-
What do you think of a fanfic about Katniss Everdeen x a female reader? I'm completely in love with it and crazy about everything related to The Hunger Games.
★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : Where you briefly reflect on your relationship with a certain son of Hephaestus.
★ 𝐚/𝐧: I definitely wrote this when I should have been sleeping, so if there are any mistakes it's probably because of that! And besides, it's my first post and English isn't my first language 🕊️
Even lying on the grassy forest surrounding the camp you'd called home for years, not even the tranquil setting could shield you from your restless mind. You could have been enjoying the incessant buzzing of insects, perhaps counting the stars, but instead your mind was playing tricks on you and all you could think about was that son of Hephaestus.
That damn Leo Valdez.
You blamed the ADHD, which, even though it had saved your life a few times, was still a torment, never letting your mind stay still in one place.
Initially, you were there simply for the pleasant routine of camp life. You followed the routine with your cabin mates, did your chores, (tried to) help the newcomers, trained, and perhaps spend the rest of the day interacting with other campers to try and rid himself of the burdens that had weighed in your mind since the battle in Manhattan.
But tonight wasn't about the past, but rather about the boy with fire powers and terrible flirting skills.
Ever since he arrived at camp with the lovely daughter of Aphrodite, Piper, and that Roman—Jason?—your life has become a little more interesting. Initially, you approached him, always maintaining a friendly attitude towards newcomers, and the speed with which he was claimed interested you; he proved to be fun. Right off the bat, he didn't flirt with you, which is a bit shocking considering he flirted with any girl near him, from what little you saw of him.
The friendship eventually developed, and you, with your foolish heart, found yourself smitten with that silly guy who managed to show up with grease stains in impossible places. The way his lips always seemed to twist into an automatic smile before any joke or comment, how his hands never stayed still, always taking apart and putting back together anything he had on hand, the way he laughed, how he came to trust you enough to share his past (or part of it), his fears. Perhaps your eyes were playing tricks on you, but you were certain there were signs that he reciprocated the feeling, still too fragile to be verbalized, but deep enough to simply be ignored.
You could hate Eros as much as you wanted, with his merciless arrows that caused such deep feelings. But you definitely found yourself falling in love with Leo Valdez.
I really tried to make it as vague as possible regarding gender issues and also in relation to the godly parent, And I feel like it turned out kind of bad, so any criticism is welcome (in a respectful way) 😭🫶
Moon Headcannons @luaheadcannons - Tumblr Blog | Tumgag
baratheonpilled
stormborns
turnnoffyourmind
yousharknotpass
pixelskylines
kaledo-art
gummygunk
