Εγώ μάγκας φαινόμουνα

Blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame. Who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate, who burns like fire on the rushing sea. ... [NSFW OC RP ACCOUNT]

[okynigos]

Maybe your father is Ares. Maybe you're a demigod.

“The theory has been posed, yeah. It’s possible. I’d be cool with that.”

[okynigos]

Did you know anyone who is now a 'historical famous person'?

“Ya.” 

[orapronobispeccatoribus4-18-201]

im not passive-aggressive. im just aggressive. i dont even know what passive means. that doesnt make me stupid. ill fucking kill you

[okynigos]

fiertxcanadienne:

“I’m consistently gorgeous, thank you very much”, gets down from the counter, reaching on a low cabinet for the vinegar and putting a liberal amount in the water on the bucket. She pulls her sleeves up and grabs the mop, quickly doing a one-over on the floor while he put his shoes out. “Much better now.”

“You should really lose your key privileges after this”, puts the mop in the bucket, leaving the bloodied water to clean afterwards, and walks to Iraklís, laughing. “Hello there, handsome. Do you want a cup of tea or something?”

“That’s more like it. You just wanted to catch me off my soles, huh?” He seemed in quite a jovial mood today which wasn’t exactly the norm. “Coffee with a spritz of whisky, if you have it. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, or so it has been explained to me.” He came back to lean against the counter. “Besides, don’t you want me to appear unannounced in your living room? Sounds like a dream come true to me.”

[okynigos]

What are the top ten worst things you've ever done?

“Do I look like I’m the kinda guy who keeps a list?”

[okynigos]

"I found something that made me think of you." /places a potted cactus on his desk/

“Hilarious. You’re fired.”

[lifeinpoetry]

Every correction is a blood-bath

Richmond Lattimore

[okynigos]

fiertxcanadienne:

“Good…”, hums approvingly, keeping a hand on his chest while the other cups his jaw, pulling his head up to look her in the eye. Smiles coyly, her mouth barely touching his when she speaks. “Now… Go clean the fucking floor.” And with that she unceremoniously shoves him backwards. “Or at least put your shoes outside, I don’t want the rest of my house looking like a low-effort horror flick.”

Iraklís let out a gruff laugh when she pushed him back. He took a few steps back, hands in the air. “Did anyone ever tell you that you’re angry when you’re beautiful?”

As a show of good will, Iraklís toed off his shoes and chucked them outside. “There ya go. Now how about some of that famous Canadian hospitality?” 

[differenceetrepetition]

IRAKLIS: Because my theory is, there’s no such thing as life,it’s just catastrophe.

Alkestis by Euripides, trans. Anne Carson 

[okynigos]

As much of a bad decision it may be to most, Cassia's need to out pour affection upon a familiar face has emerged with Ira as the unfortunate target. Little time is passed between the Roman's face lighting up upon seeing him and Ira being tackled into what seemed to be a hug.

Iraklís heard the Roman barreling towards him just in time to turn around and face her, which was probably a good metaphor for historical developments. But as of right now it only served to get a quick “Oh for fuck’s--” out of the Greek before Cassia had grabbed him. He staggered slightly upon impact.

“Also good to see you, Cassia. Since when did I get so damn popular?”

[okynigos]

fiertxcanadienne:

okynigos:

“Ah, kouklitsa mou,” He drawled as he fluently slid the cleaning utensils aside and instead sidled up next to Meg. “C’mon, don’t be mad. No harm meant, hm? When does that ever happen?” He put an arm around her to pull her up against his body. “I’ll apologize if you want.”

She sighs, propped up on the counter, her legs parting to make room for Ira as he moves closer, looking to him at eye level. “Hm, really?” She puts both hands on his shoulders, leaning in. “You know how you can make it up for me, Ira?” Whispers in his ear, hands sliding down to his chest.

“Oh yeah?” He directed his leer down her body, following the direction of her moving hand. “You had my attention and now you have my interest.” He joked.

[batarde]

Feral moments so valuable you never share them with anyone.

Bhanu Kapil 

[okynigos]

"How do you feel when people think that you're BFFs with Satan?"

“Am I supposed to feel anything about that? Shit, man, if you wanna put me on the same level as fucking Satan, then go for it. Better bad publicity than no publicity.”

[fiertxcanadienne-archive]

okynigos:

“Damn, you’re aggro today. Throw some vinegar on it and you’ll be fine. It’s just blood. I’ll catch ya if you swoon.” He sneered at her outrage.

She grumbles, and goes off to the corridor. 

“I have one ground rule — one! — and that is to clean your feet before coming in. Of course I’m fucking angry”, comes back with a mop and a bucket, shoves them into Ira, and goes to sit on the counter. “If it’s so easy you go ahead and clean yourself.”

[okynigos]

“Ah, kouklitsa mou,” He drawled as he fluently slid the cleaning utensils aside and instead sidled up next to Meg. “C’mon, don’t be mad. No harm meant, hm? When does that ever happen?” He put an arm around her to pull her up against his body. “I’ll apologize if you want.”

[fiertxcanadienne-archive]

@okynigos​

“How’d you know? Hate to be the bearer of bad news, koukla, but as I see it your dogs are fucking werewolves.” He attempted to make an earnest face as he spoke.

“Ok, first of all even if they were, werewolves don’t wear shoes,” she crosses her arms, fighting the honestly dumb urge to punch him. “And second do you think I’m a bloody moron I can see the blood on your fucking feet. Jesus Christ, Ira.”

[okynigos]

“Damn, you’re aggro today. Throw some vinegar on it and you’ll be fine. It’s just blood. I’ll catch ya if you swoon.” He sneered at her outrage.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Your heart is raw and bleeding. Everything is strange and terrible.

Vasily Grossman, tr. by Robert Chandler

[fiertxcanadienne-archive]

“Don’t just stand there looking at me. It’s not my fault.“

“I’m not necessarily saying I don’t believe you—”, gestures to the offending bloody shoe prints on her kitchen floor. “— but I’m pretty fucking sure it wasn’t my dogs.”

[okynigos]

“How’d you know? Hate to be the bearer of bad news, koukla, but as I see it your dogs are fucking werewolves.” He attempted to make an earnest face as he spoke.