Helloo!!! I get terribly nervous when sending a request so hopefully I'm doing this right
Anaxagoras, Mydei and Phainon (separate) with a reader who's based on the Greek prophet Tiresias? Nothing much (hopefully), just the same attributes like: blind but can see the future and past, all ominous and shit but can be unserious if wanted to etc etc. (I'm too lazy to write down everything)
And could you make the reader male aligned if possible? Thank you!!! :3
Kissed by the Future, Held by the Damned
Tags: Anaxa x Reader, Phainon x Reader, Mydei x Reader, Romance, Angst With Comfort, Male-Aligned Reader, Blind Seer, Prophecy, Tragedy, Emotional Intimacy, Slow Burn, Found Family, Mysticism, Subtle Flirting, Reader Sees Past And Future, Pre-Established Relationship (Anaxa), Enemies To Confidants (Mydei), Sunshine X Cryptid (Phainon), Philosophical Themes, Destiny Vs Free Will.
Warnings: Death And Rebirth (Mydei), Implied Body Horror (Anaxa), Religious Trauma, Prophetic Madness, Mentions Of War And Violence, Emotional Distress, Grief, Sacrifice, Unstable Time Perception, Non-Explicit Intimacy, Casual Language, Swearing, Mental Strain From Foresight.
It was late—always late—when Anaxagoras came to you. Not as the Great Performer, not as the Demised Scholar, but as a man unraveling at the edges of his own brilliance.
He didn’t knock. He never did. The doors opened for him, as they often did for men who had torn open the veil between what is and what ought never have been.
You sat cross-legged atop a dais of moss and moth-wing tapestry, blind eyes fixed on a point he could never see.
“You've been poking holes in the firmament again,” you said mildly, tilting your head. “I felt something scream.”
He scoffed. “A Titan soul ruptures, and you reduce it to screaming fabric, Freak.”
“Gilded heretic,” you replied with a lazy grin.
The tension held, then broke—he laughed. Rare. Like stormlight caught in glass.
“You saw it, then?” he asked, quieter now. “What I tried to become?”
“I saw the truth clothe itself in your skin,” you said. “And I saw it burn you alive from the inside out.”
He knelt before you, his eyepatch gleaming like a sigil of failed divinity. “Would you have stopped me?”
“No. I love you too much to lie, and too little to save you.”
His hands found your face, reverent despite the tremor in his fingers. “You could see the future. But you chose me anyway.”
You leaned forward until your forehead touched his. “I didn’t choose you. I recognized you.”
He kissed you like a man kissing a funeral pyre—because some things burn and illuminate at once.
You first met Mydei on a battlefield, surrounded by smoking corpses and shattered prophecies.
He had just felled a Strife-Born, its Coreflame bleeding into the earth. You walked barefoot through blood to reach him.
“You're late,” he grunted, eyes narrowing. “The gods said you’d arrive before the battle.”
“I did arrive before the battle,” you said, tapping the side of your head. “You’re just behind in perception, Last Prince.”
He almost struck you. Instead, he laughed—a dry, rusty sound.
Later, when the campfires burned low, and his warriors slept with swords under pillows, you sat beside him.
“Mydei,” you said, voice softer now. “You wear your survival like a curse.”
He didn’t look at you. “It is.”
“I saw you in the Sea of Souls. Nine lives torn from your body. You screamed like a star being born.”
“Then you know why I cannot rest.”
You touched his arm, feeling the heat of him—always burning, always aching. “You could. If you let yourself be seen.”
He turned. His golden eyes bore into your unseeing ones. “By you?”
“Only I can look at your ruin and call it holy.”
He didn’t answer. But when his lips met yours, it wasn’t a kiss of romance—it was surrender. A prince bending not to fate, but to a man who read eternity like a book he’d grown bored of.
Phainon was fascinated by you from the moment he met you. You were sprawled upside-down on an altar, humming off-tune and sipping wine from a broken goblet.
“You’re the prophet?” he asked skeptically.
“I’m the visionary, thank you very much,” you replied, raising your goblet in mock salute. “Prophet sounds too responsible.”
Yet when his team entered the Black Wastes, it was your voice that guided them. You whispered warnings of collapse, mimicked the laughter of Titans, and wept for futures you couldn’t change.
He watched you—between battles, during moments of stillness. You unnerved him.
“You speak like you’re already dead,” he said one night, sitting beside you as stars blinked out above.
“I’ve died more times than you’ve drawn breath,” you said cheerfully. “Time’s weird.”
He looked away. “Does it hurt?”
“Only when I remember to be human.”
A pause.
“Then be human with me,” he said.
You blinked, blind eyes widening. “That was... surprisingly romantic for a man in silk armor.”
He flushed.
Later, in the heart of a temple collapsing around you both, he shielded your body with his own, dragging you from falling debris.
“I saw this,” you whispered, clutching his shoulder. “I knew you’d protect me.”
He gritted his teeth. “Then you should’ve warned me I’d fall in love with you.”
“I didn’t need to,” you said, smiling. “You’re Phainon. You fall in love with light.”
T U A T H - t h e v i s i t o r - a n c u a i r t e o i r
An Gailearai, Dún na nGall, 2023
Making Visible the Visceral and Personal connections between the body and place
Installation at An Gailearaí consists of an assemblage of disregarded construction material, small geometric sculptures, floor text, infra-red photographs, sound and two video projections.
Is machnamh lom, fileata agus meafarach é an taispeántas suiteáin seo ar an ngaol idir an daonnacht, an miotas agus an talamh.
Working with Performance Artist Hollie Miller, Composer Seán Ó Dálaigh and Camera Person Siobhán Dempsey, we created a multi layered work which draws inspiration from three dominant sources: the story of a banished Monk who returns to his land to settle a dispute blindfolded and on blocks of wood, a 1514 allegorical drawing by Hans Baldung Grien of a naked female figure walking with small spheres attached to her feet and the Myth of Tiresias, the blind prophet of Apollo and Thebes, famous for clairvoyance and for being transformed into a woman for seven years.
Here in this installation the ‘blind seer’ brings us, somewhat unsettlingly, through a built and natural landscape, there a sense of impending tragedy or traces of a previously traumatic event.
hey! i have a question. i've been toying with writing a blind seer type character but i don't want to fall into the cliches. would it make sense/work out for this character to receive their "visions" through hearing them?
Hi,
I think it would certainly avoid the somewhat over-used idea of a blind person being able to see or see better in their prophecies. I think using other senses would be refreshing and add a possible element of mystery if that interests you. I also have a post on blind seers in my pinned post if you haven’t read it already.
One trope that always gets me is the "blind seer". The poetry, the symbolism of having a character that physically can't see but instead can see the future or past or their surroundings as if they had their eyesight or even different or better than people who see with their eyes.
You can do this with someone who's been blind but not really blind since birth or someone who was born blind but found a way to adapt (an example for this is Toph from ATLA) or a character that has had a tragic accident that caused them to lose their eyesight which leads to them adapting or gaining a new way to see the world (like Daredevil from Marvel) or bonus points from me to you if you have a character that lost their eyesight because someone violently took it from them and now they have to adapt or it unlocks a special power in them, a different way to see things, to see beyond what's happening now, or they had that power before but were to lazy to train it and now they have to in order to navigate their life (and maybe to survive more attacs or to avenge themselves)...
They could hide their powers which causes lots of angst and loneliness and lots of "how did you do that" moments and in general be a part of one of my other favourite tropes, the secret badass, or they could be open about their powers which can lead to great character dynamics: the others could constantly forget that the blind seer can't see normally or they could be freaked out by that ability or they could simply not believe the blind seer can see anything or rather deny their powers and declare them crazy or the people don't believe that the blind seer is blind because they're just so good at navigating their way in the world (and people try to uncover this "conspiracy") or the others are not sure about how much of the stuff the seer tells them is true because the blind one has a thing for mischief or only one single person found out about their ability and tries to uncover the truth about them without ever succeeding.
The seer can either be a great threat, a trusty advisor, a graceful entity, an eccentric mentor, the town weirdo, or a traumatised chosen one.
The trope is also great for character design, like you can have someone with a blindfold fight multiple people or they can just sit in a temple looking like those statues of Justitia (Roman godess of Justice, famously wearing a blindfold) while giving you a glimpse at the future. You could have helmets that cover the eyes, or the eyes could be white, either in a scarry or in a devine way.
The whole thing is filled with possibilities and but all variations can be so good and creative.
hello! i’m currently in the process of writing a story, and wanted to include a character that i now think might fall under the “blind prophet” trope. he still has partial vision and she isn’t the only character who can see the future, but i want to avoid any harmful stereotypes. i did some googling but i didn’t find any answers that suited the situation. thank you :)
More on the Blind Prophet
Here is the post on the blind prophet trope. When it comes this, I think encouraging writers to write with more intent is helpful.
Having your blind character not be the only one to see the future certainly helps. It avoids the idea that the future vision makes up for blindness, which is contingent upon the idea that blindness is a bad thing that must be made up for. That may not be the writer’s intention, but sometimes that is how it comes across.
Having at least one other blind character is really helpful. Having at least two is even better. With blind prophets, I usually suggest having a blind character who doesn’t see the future and whose blindness is not ‘made up for’ with a sight-based power. This shows the diversity of experiences among the characters.
It also helps that your character has some vision. When writing the prophet’s future visions, I usually suggest that writers consider their blindness with the prophecies as well. For example, if the character has central blind spots, the character should have blind spots in the prophecies as well. If the character is totally blind, their visions should be based on other senses, rather than giving them sight in the prophecies.
All of these are only suggestions. It sounds like you are on a good track so far. Focus on writing a well-rounded blind character and you should be good, along with keeping some of these ideas in mind to improve on the issues with the blind prophet trope.
