#epiales

[shattered-fates-au]

Chapter 1: Denial. [ 6 - 10 ]

[ Cover, 1 - 5 ] / [ Current, 6 - 10 you are here! ] / [ NEXT, 11 - 15(?) ]

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Mermaids-

[thenerdwithadhdanddeppression]

Nico: *Literally being tortured by being shown his worst fears via nightmares* Okay that was scary as shit but DAMN, you make some good nightmares

Epiales: *Blushes cutely* Thankyouuuuuuuuuu

[greekmythfamilytree]

Three more today!

Epiales: Child of Nyx, daimon of Nightmares

Momos: Child of Nyx, daimon of Mockery and Blame

Oizys: Child of Nyx, daimon of Misery

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[inkwellfire]

[Image Description: A drawing of a man in greek armor, with spread flat black wings and hair, with clawed fingers. He holds a green orb in front of himself, casting his face in sharp green lights and shadows. He is backed by fire. End ID]

I got obsessed with one scene in Your Idol from k pop demon hunters and decided to use it as a study for my own demonic character (Epialas, demon of Nightmares) lololol

[lucky-clover13]

My notes app violently threw this into my hand and I wanted to share.

Apollo’s lithe body stretched as he yawned, his back arching like a cat in a bay window, bathed in the golden sunlight of the early morning. A lazy smile curved his lips as he wrapped a gentle arm around Percy’s shoulders, feeling the significantly younger man lean into his hold.

“Ah, good morning, Percy. Did you sleep well, darling?”

“Hmph…” Percy groaned into his pillow, burying his face in the soft fabric. “Shut up… ‘m sleeping…”

Apollo laughed, a sound like the elegant strumming of a gilded lyre.

“Ah, ah, ah, sweetheart. The sky is awake. I’ve already begun guiding daylight through its path. We have no choice but to join the world of the living,” He climbed out of the four-poster bed, walking over to the curtains and throwing them open eagerly. The bright light from the rising sun burst through the windows, ruining the last vestiges of Percy’s precious sleep.

Percy groaned even louder, shoving the pillow over his own face for several seconds before finally, with dramatic slowness, climbing out of bed. He winced as his feet touched the freezing marble floor, hopping on the tips of his toes over to Apollo and leaning into the god’s shoulder.

“You are a cruel god, Apollo,” he murmured sarcastically, leaning up and pressing a soft peck to his partner’s lips. “A cruel, cruel god.”

“Cruel, am I?” Apollo raises an eyebrow at Percy, smirking. “If I am so cruel, why do you stay with me, pearl? Answer that particular riddle, if I am truly such a horrendous villain.”

Percy pretended to think for a moment, and just as he opened his mouth, the room around them seemed to grow darker. The man’s face melted into misery, thick, solid gray tears smearing his perfect face. His skin went cold under Apollo’s hands, and the god jerked away, watching as his love’s very essence morphed into something only Epiales could manage to conjure.

With a voice as raspy as barbed wire, Perseus spoke, and Apollo felt the world shudder.

“Because you won’t let me leave.”

The next moment, Apollo jolted awake, the horrifying nightmare sending beads of sweat rolling down his perfect face. Gods weren’t supposed to be the victims of Epiales’ games. Apollo wasn’t supposed to ever experience such a horrid thing as a true nightmare. Yet here he was, hyperventilating while tangled in his golden bedsheets, the image of his love’s desecrated face burned into the inside of his eyelids. And the worst part of it all was that Perseus was nowhere nearby to comfort him. His love, his sunshine, the most perfect pearl in all of Poseidon’s seas, was not, in fact, his. His mind has been tricked, the demigod was not his lover.

No, outside of any imagination, Perseus Jackson despised Apollo with every bone in his mortal body.

Is this angsty? I think so but idk lol, hope y’all enjoy though. I’m proud of this and I’ve never really posted my writing before so I really hope you like it 💛

Should I post more Perpollo stuff or try other pairings? I’m a Percabeth shipper in canon but outside of that it’s fun to try other stuff lol so maybe I’ll do some Percabeth next?

[723katzumi]

Menstrual cramps for Epiales

[sunlit-arrow]

Epiales

Sometimes, when fear and rage come to strike our times of rest, maybe there is something to be said about what we do when we awake. If we walk in slumbering numbness, then life will slip into the mind and shook us in our most vulnerable moment. If sleep and death are twins born from the night, then why would rest come if we do not honor life? Pain, fear, grief, rage. We need to cry, to fall, to feel. We need to live.

In the dark, candlelit night I pray to Hypnos for a goodnight sleep. "I am tired" I claim. "I am scared" I confess. That night I cry once again. I cry for the first time of what feels like ages. I cry, not really knowing why. Maybe I cry because I am overwhelmed. Because I don't know how to handle life itself.

That night, someone kisses me in my dreams. Someone loves me, and someone cares for me. Someone licks my wounds and calls my name in a way nobody ever will.

As I awake, I wander and wonder, if sleep and death come hand in hand, then life and living, love and sorrow, flying and falling, learning and failing, all are there to prepare us for what comes at the end of the day. For when the time comes, and the sun sets, I will rest as someone loves me and someone cares for me, and someone licks my wounds and calls my name for the first and last time, once again.