* 𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐚 / 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓬

but gods are born of ichor and nectar, their excellences already bursting from their fingertips.

[pharmakcia]

       "𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐃."   ares stared down at the person below. reaching forward, he swipes his thumb across their lower lip. “now bow down to me.”

[pharmakcia]

     "𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋..." 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃,  looking down at the other. there was a glimmer of hope and interest reflecting in his eyes. the promise of some new juicy information about new york’s elite intrigued him. “i won’t tell... i promise.”

[pharmakcia]

     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆   calls out in to the distance. circe looks out the window, watching her new visitors flee from the boat. she hadn’t seen these sailors before. the goddess waits as they journey through up the beach and to her humble home. “welcome,” she calls out and opens her door. “was your journey treacherous?”

[pharmakcia]

                                                    𝖕𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖈𝖎𝖆

    selective greek mythology multimuse. nsfw. 20+.                                                                                                                    penned by bird.

[pharmakcia]

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[pharmakcia]

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