#its been 84 years...

[chelathy]

more Odysseus and Menelaus peep show cause god it fits them so well and also cause i remembered about this post lol

[vash-o-vision]

(nsfwish/suggestive followup under cut)

l kept thinking about how fun their texts would be

bonus:

[sprayededges]

hi guys I wrote 300 words for chapter 3 today 🥳🎉

[girlsnboysmp3]

[rt3nenbaum]

aston martin doing god's work

[ivaerleth]

|| Death || Protector || Dreamer ||

Finished the 3 portraits of my 3 fae siblings <3

[geuretea]

I'm back 😭

I'm back from the depths of hell

And I bring an artfight revenge to @cactus-cactus-cactus

It's Hannabeth!

[highviews]

Izana’s jaw ticks, the heat of his anger lacing through him. “What can you possibly do? What’s done is done. That won’t bring him back.” 

His tone is biting, it’s spoken through sharpened teeth. Izana’s rot pulsates through your chest. He blooms, anchoring himself like a parasite within you. He mocks you and your loss. How could he know what it feels? To lose someone you had cared for and loved. Even if they had made mistakes in their youth? Who had wronged him in a horrible way, did that command for him to make the final call? To end someone before they even had the time to begin. He is an insidious presence who has destroyed everything you have ever known. You will smash his crown and make him cut himself upon it. 

“You have nothing left to say?” He berates, his smile curling its way upwards. He leans close to your ear, the whisper slithering its way under your skin. “It’s because a life for a life will never work.” 

“I did not say I wanted to kill you,” you mention. You get to become the viper, the predator to witness their prey retreat. Izana has never looked so distraught, his eyes flashing in a way only a man broken by life could express. “I’ll keep you alive and watch you go out of your mind.” The touch you give him is not one he predicted. Your fingers dance closely to his throat. He hits your hand away. 

“Don’t–” he rasps. “Don’t.” His Adam's apple bobs. You smirk at the display of weakness. 

There’s a shred of hope in you. This is something you have clawed for, and made into a reality. It was you there who had researched all about gangs, delinquents, everything your brother had done. You had been there, had to make the discovery of his body. Izana would never experience such a thing. You wish for him to feel what you felt. In that moment loss never felt so grand, so much like jagged shards of glass piercing itself into your skin. 

“This may be your beginning. Your rise to power, but I will be your end,” you promise.