WITHOUT ME;

  *✶ — Megara Dimitriou. 24. — ✶ * ❝ I said I'd catch you if you fall, & if they laugh then fuck 'em all. & then I got you off your knees; put you right back on your feet, just so you could take advantage of me .❞  

[wontsaymeg]

philipcharmont​:

“  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐍𝐎𝐓  sugarcoating  it.  ”    liam  replied  with  an  awkward  laugh.  if  he  ever  needed  an  honest  opinion  he  knew  where  to  go.  “  A  little  but  my  ego  is  still  bruised.  ”  he  gave  weary  smile,  looking  at  the  sad  pumpkin  before  him.    “  Okay  ,  well  then  let’s  do  that.  We  can  make  it  together  and  hopefully  it  won’t  turn  out  to  be  a  monstrosity  like  this  one.  ”    the  future  king  set  the  pumpkin  down  on  the  ground  and  replaced  it  with  a  clean  one  for  them  to  carve.    “  Alright  ,  you  start.  ”

➸

“YOU’RE VERY WELCOME.” Artemis replied with a slight grin. The Zervous daughter had always been known for her blunt personality, but it was only because she cared. There was no sense in lying. “How bruised? I can get you an ice pack if need be.” She teased, now standing next to the soon to be king. “With both our powers combined I think it’ll turn out alright.” Picking up the carving tool she began slicing the top off so they could dump out the seeds. “So, did you come with anyone tonight?”

[wontsaymeg]

philipcharmont​:

𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌  𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐊  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃  with  a  soft  laugh.  He  was  known  to  not  be  any  fun.  He  was  dubbed  a  stick  in  the  mud  by  his  loving  younger  siblings.  they  weren’t  entirely  wrong  but  in  the  charmont  family  someone  needed  to  be  responsible.  the  rest  of  his  family  tended  to  live  in  a  fantasy  whereas  liam  was  grounded  in  reality.    “  Kind  of  ?  you  don’t  have  to  lie  to  me  ,  Art.  It  looks  horrible.  ”    he  replied,  giving  a  grimace  to  his  creation.    “  Mind  helping  me  make  it  look  less  …  .like  this  ?  ”    the  prince  gestured  to  the  pumpkin  as  a  whole.

ARTEMIS COULD RELATE TO the eldest charmont. Whilst she wasn’t the oldest Zervous daughter, she was definitely known for being the most responsible one. Maybe even cold at times, but that was the sacrifice for trying to keep her family safe. There was no way Art was going to let a Hades 2.0 happen. She felt like Liam understood that, understood her. She was pretty grateful for that. “Okay, It looks terrible. But I’ve seen worse today. Does that make you feel any better?” She giggled inching closer towards the mascaraed pumpkin in front of the prince. “Sure, but I can’t make any promises it’ll look much better than this. We might have to start from scratch.” She was mostly teasing, but she wasn’t quite sure if they would be able to save it.

[wontsaymeg]

vitanitf​:

Caelan looked up at a familiar voice, a goofy grin on his face. He was in an unusually good mood, probably the alcohol paired with having a night off from work for the first time in a week, and the buzz of excitement he was picking up from everyone else. “You really gonna tell me this isn’t scary?” He questioned, turning his lopsided-faced vampire pumpkin around. “Bruh, look how bad it is. That makes it scary alone.”

Artemis wasn’t sure what to expect before he turned the pumpkin around but it wasn’t that. Once she caught glimpse of it she couldn’t help the streams of giggles that escaped her throat. “Oh my god Cae-” She couldn’t even continue further without laughing some more. “Y’know I think you’re right. So bad it’s scary. You might’ve just created a whole new genre with that thing. At least you tried that’s all that matters.”

[wontsaymeg]

trcsureplanets​:

Circe was helping out in the Pendragon booth but she’d excused herself to wander around a bit. She loved festivals and she wanted to explore on her own. She eventually decided on carving pumpkins. She thought about using magic to make it pretty but she’d started carving a cat before she could decide. “I’m not very creative but I do have a theme.” She finished her cat and started on a witch on the other side.

Artemis hadn’t noticed Circe until she turned around to face the girl. It was the first creative  pumpkin carving she had seen all night. It felt kind of pathetic to Artemis that she was happy to see something so unique, but her night was going rather boringly. “See! Now that’s what I'm talking about. You understood the assignment.” Artemis smiled as she gazed upon the pumpkin.

[wontsaymeg]

philipcharmont​:

𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃  𝐓𝐎  𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃  a  way  to  relax.  Well  ,  he  had  lost  his  siblings  in  all  the  excitement  which  as  bad  as  it  probably  sounded  he  was  not  upset  about.  He  loved  Seth  and  Rose  so  much  but  they  were  a  lot.  too  much  actually  and  the  prince  needed  a  break  sometimes  from  playing  older  brother.  "  You  know  creativity  isn’t  my  strong  suit.  ”  Liam  teased  with  a  sheepish  grin.  He  had  grown  up  with  Artemis  so  hopefully  she’d  go  easy  on  him  with  smiley  faced  pumpkin  he  was  currently  carving.  

ARTEMIS WASN’T EXPECTING TO SEE Liam at her booth, at least not without Rosalie dragging him towards it first. Regardless it was nice to see a friendly face. The Charmonts and Zervous kids had always been close. It only made sense considering how well their parents got along. Maybe too well, her father always doted on Phillip like a loving house wife. But who could blame him? Art couldn’t help but to giggle at his creation. “I can see that, but I have to admit its kind of cute. With its lopsided smile and all.”

[wontsaymeg]

Artemis was one of the volunteers running the pumpkin carving booth. The participants mostly only consisted of children but every now and then a couple would join in on the fun. Art was having a good time despite her ripe attitude. Walking between tables Artemis only saw the same face being carved into every pumpkin. “C’mon guys get creative! Or at least make it scary.”

[wontsaymeg]

FALL FESTIVAL ;

ARTEMIS ZERVOUS AS CATWOMAN

“But a kiss can be even deadlier... if you mean it.”

[wontsaymeg]

philipcharmont​:

𝐀𝐓  𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐀  𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑  face  philip’s  shoulders  relaxed  even  more.  a  deep  sigh  of  relief  left  his  body.  “  I  apologize  if  you  wanted  to  use  it.  ”  Philip  replied  with  a  sheepish  smile.  he  hadn’t  realized  how  hard  he  was  hitting  the  punching  bag  until  he  saw  hot  violently  it  was  swinging.  He  walked  towards  her  then  paused  for  a  moment.  His  body  was  glistening  with  sweat.  As  much  as  he  wanted  to  put  meg  in  an  embrace  he  decided  not  against  it  to  spare  her  from  his  sweaty  body.  instead,  he  reached  for  her  hands  holding  them  in  his  own.  “  I  am  glad  you’re  safe  and  okay.  How  are  you  and  Hercules  ?  ”

It was a relief to see another friend safe from the claws of Hades minions. “No, it’s alright. I’ve never been the athletic type. I’d probably hurt myself if I tried.” She laughed as she watched Phillip approach. His gesture was appreciated especially after everything that happened. She squeezed his hands back gently, biting the inside of her cheek as she did. “We’re fine--Hercules is fine. Luckily he was out of town when everything went down, I can’t say the same for the rest of the town though.” Letting out a small breath she met his eyes. “Is Aurora alright? I haven't seen her since the night of the attack. I haven’t had the time to check up on her.”

[schoolmascotbyday]

Fred was worried about his friends. The reason he’d tried to fight in the first place was, well, yes, to be a hero, but most of all, he wanted to make sure none of those grimy beasts were able to get their hands on the people he cared about. He’d very obviously failed, but he’d picked up his bruised ego and dusted it off after a couple of days of feeling rather sorry for himself. At least he’d tried. Maybe it had backfired, and maybe he shouldn’t have been so willing to do what Hades asked to escape his clutches, but Fred was back now and he had to make sure that his friends were okay. He might’ve failed at keeping them safe, but he could check on them in the aftermath.

A basket of baked goods in his hand, Fred stood outside of Meg’s door, hoping she was home. He could have called or sent a message first, but dropping in unannounced was more his style. Heathcliff, with nothing else to do for two weeks, had seemed to lose his mind near the end and went on a bit of a baking spree, so Fred took it upon himself to rid the kitchen of some of the many cookies, muffins and fruity breads before they went bad. Someone should get to enjoy them. “Megaroo,” he called, knocking twice with the back of his fist, “it’s your good pal Fred, and he brought goodies!”

@wontsaymeg​​

[wontsaymeg]

Megara hadn’t much time to visit everyone else after the monsters attacked. She was too busy making sure that Aurora was safe that she forgot to lend a helping hand to her other friends. That and Hercules was back. She wasn’t quite sure how she felt about that yet. Sure she was happy to see him again but she didn’t want another person she cared about to get hurt.

Not expecting any visitors Meg was surprised to hear a knock at her door. Setting her book down and getting off the couch she made her way to the front door. Once it was unlocked she opened the door to find none other than Fred Frederickson. She was happy to see him alive and well, at least from what she could tell. Ignoring the gift basket she went straight in for a hug. “I’m glad you’re here.”

[zerot0hero]

       LOOK HERCULES HAS NEVER EXACTLY BE THE TYPE TO BE SUBTLE, when he liked someone he usually poured his heart and soul into that person be it for friendship or romance. However that didn’t mean he was any good at it, expressing emotions or making connections that is, but he tried his hardest and that would have to count for something. The most recent solid connection he had made with another person was MEGARA and despite the fact that she had pushed Hercules away, and asked for her space he still couldn’t get her out of his mind. He knew it was wrong to want something he could not have, he knew it was unfair to keep her in his heart when she had made it clear she was done. He knew better than to be chasing fantasies of what could have been… and yet every waking moment revolved around the colour of her eyes, or her immaculate smile. 

She hadn’t reached out to him in sometime which he needed to respect, especially now that his uncle Hades was sniffing around Elias. They would need to keep their plan to save Meg a secret for now at least, but he hadn’t forgotten his promise to Meg which was perhaps the last remaining tether he had to her. Hercules just needed to figure out his own emotions first.. the last thing he needed was clouded judgement and someone getting hurt due to ‘Goo goo eyes’. He walked the usual route to his apartment, kicking the loose gravel along the path as he did. He was in his own world of possibilities and dreams when he thought he saw a figure out of the corner of his eye. Hercules spun quickly, expecting to see Hades in the distance hiding in the shadows instead his face softened and his heart ached with relief. She was okay. “..Megara?” 

[wontsaymeg]

EVERYTHING WAS A MESS. Elias was now in a state of rubble and ash after the monsters had attacked. Citizens were too frightened to leave their homes and Meg didn’t blame them. Perhaps she would’ve been hiding too if she didn’t have others she wanted to protect. Aurora and Philip, Fred, Nala....Hercules. Megs heart sank at the thought of him. It was selfish to want him back even though she had been the one to push him away in the first place. She didn’t want him to get hurt in a war that was not his own. Hades sights were set on Olympus and from recent events it seemed that he was going to get his way. Which made Meg feel incredibly uneasy, like something worse was just brewing right around the corner...

She hadn’t found him at the beach or the gym. The last place on her list was his apartment. Granted maybe that should’ve been the first place to look but it didn’t matter. Meg was beginning to feel like he was gone for good. Which was heart wrenching but she knew he’d be safer that way. Far away and out of Hades reach. She had been lost in her own thoughts and when she heard someone call her name. She lifted her head up she saw him. The relief she felt immediately washed over her. Megara had never been an affectionate person but she found her feet running towards him before she even  had time to think. “Hercules!” She called out with a large grin, this was no time for nicknames. And just like that she collided into the gods arms and wrapped her arms around him ever so tightly. 

[philipcharmont]

𝐈𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋  𝐓𝐎  𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊  at  philip  charmont  and  not  see  his    bright,  charming  smile  and  genial  face.  if  you  ever  needed  a  smile  brought  to  your  face  philip  was  a  go  to.  whether  he  talked  your  ear  off  about  something  he  loved  or  just  showed  you  kindness.  right  now  there  was  not  a  hint  of  his  usual  sunny  disposition  on  his  face.  it  was  one  filled  with  concentration  and  if  you  looked  closely  frustration.  something  philip  rarely  showed.  he  was  a  prince  after  all,  he  learned  from  a  young  age  how  to  present  himself  as  calm  under  pressure.  well,  the  pressure  was  slowly  but  surely  starting  to  get  to  him.  The  sound  of  fist  slamming  filled  the  air  as  philip  beat  up  the  punching  bag  before  him.  He  was  going  to  town  on  the  poor  bag,  each  hit  being  significantly  harder  than  the  last.  The  last  hit  flew  with  a  guttural,  frustrated  yell  left  Philip’s  body  as  the  bag  was  left  swinging  violently  in  the  air.  Philip  didn’t  realize  he  needed  toe  ven  release  that  but  it  was  foreign  enough  that  his  body  was  telling  him  to  sit  down.  his  forehead  was  pressed  against  his  forearm  when  he  lifted  his  head  at  the  sound  of  footsteps.  an  embarrassed  blush  painted  his  cheeks  at  the  sound.  “  Oh  ,  uh  ,  did  you  need  that  ?  ”  philip  asked  with  a  sheepish  grin.  

[wontsaymeg]

MEGARA HAD HOPED TO FIND HERCULES. It was stupid to go looking for him after she strictly told him to stay away. It wasn’t his responsibility to save Elias from peril but she was beginning to feel uneasy, like something much worse was on the horizon. Besides the fire station the gym was the first place on her list to look. Taking a short stroll through the building she quickly realized that he wasn’t there. Meg’s heart sank but she pushed forward when someone in the next room caught her by surprise. Walking in with her hands across her chest she spotted Phillip instead. She was happy to see him, a smile forming across her lips when he noticed her presence. “No, not anymore.” Meg mused, laughing softly. “I think you took out your frustration on that poor bag for the both of us.”

[thefamousmissduck]

Daisy had ventured out with the first wave of onlookers, taking the long ways through the town to make sure the monsters were truly gone. It had been an excruciating few weeks that had forced her out of her house more than she liked. She had made the decision to open up her home and shop to those on the main street as the monsters landed, as people scrambled to try and reach their cars. She had not had the food to feed them, or enough pillows, or blankets, but she had yelled at them to get their asses inside and worried about the consequences after. She had left to find food and supplies, had done a thoroughly amateur job of boarding up her windows, had gone for medicine in an empty pharmacy like the world was ending… and everything without fail she searched for him.

Was he here?

Was he fighting these things?

There was no time to deal with her very real fears until everything had ended, her space was emptied and desperate for cleaning, and all was left to determine the damage.

Her flower boxes were ruined, nothing left but soil scattered over the asphalt and a spattering of petals. The daisies were symbolic. She was Daisy, the store was Daisy, she had raised these from seed and been taught to replant using the previous year’s as the mother. These were her babies and they had been completely destroyed. The wood crumpled under her hands where they rested and she cursed out loud at just another thing that now needed to be fixed.

She took a deep breath.

First things first, she needed the boards down from her windows. Just as she been the one to put them up, Daisy would be the one to take them down, going around into the alley and to her supply shed for a ladder and hammer. At least they were still in one piece.

The bottom two rows were easy enough, but even with her chunky heels removed, the ladder wobbled beneath her as she climbed. With a sigh, she looked around, waiting without a lock of patience for someone to round the corner. “Hey! Come hold this ladder for me. Please!”

[wontsaymeg]

Megara wandered the streets of what used to be Elias’s beloved town. After the attack was seemingly over Meg volunteered to help clean up the remainder of the mess. She was still Hades minion but there was nothing in the rule book against helping the civilians, right? Before spilling the truth about Hades to Hercules she felt a sense of security under the gods broken wing. She knew of Hades grand plans of taking over Olympus along with his every next move. Now she was completely left in the dark. Which kept Meg on her toes, she needed to be careful now more than ever. A selfish part of her wished that Hercules had been here, but she hoped that wherever he was that he was safe. The best thing for the young god was to run and to never look back.

Meg was picking up trash when a familiar voice called out for help. Looking into the direction where the voice had came from she spotted Daisy. A genuine smile took ahold of Meg’s lips for the first time in weeks. “You got it.” Meg rushed to her and held onto the ladder firmly making sure it wouldn’t topple over. “It’s nice to see that you’re still in once piece.” Meg’s usual sarcastic tone was no where to be found, her words holding genuine care this time around. Looking down towards the destroyed flower boxes a sorrowful expression took ahold of Meg’s features. “Oh- Daisy...I’m so sorry.”

[wontsaymeg]

@dawnsrose​​

With Hercules being gone Megara only had a small handful of people she needed to check up on. Fred wasn’t answering his phone which caused her chest to tighten anxiously, but she didn’t have time to wallow in that feeling. She’d just have to be on the look out for him. Next was ensuring Aurora’s safety. While Meg was usually brave in the face of danger she couldn’t help from feeling absolutely terrified of the things that lurked within the city’s once peaceful streets. Megara didn’t have much to defend herself with if something went wrong. The best she had was a worn pocket knife. The blade was dull from being used after so many years but it was something.

Megara left her apartment holding onto the pocket knife as tightly as she could which was hard because she kept loosing grip from how sweaty her hands were becoming. She was nervous but she had to force herself to keep moving within the shadows. 

Finally she founds herself safely at Aurora’s doorstep. Meg knocked on the door lightly trying not to be too loud in case there was something lurking near by. “Rora’ are you in there? Please tell me that you’re okay.”

[ashencrwn-deactivated20230416]

The screams in the distance didn’t phase him. They were nothing he wasn’t already used to. He barely heard them, at this point. Just white noise on the wind. A dark, impatient look fell over his face like shadows, unlike the kind, stoic demeanor he’d first come to Elias with. Something had changed in him. A flip switched. The curiosity he had to get to know the citizens of Elias was gone. The god’s kindness and patience had run out, and now he held it all at an arm’s distance. Love had made him weak. She’d told him that all along, and he felt it now. He was a god, an eternal being. Mortals were temporary. Even Howl would eventually run out of time and remind Hades that he was not like him. The divide between himself and them was vast, deep, and cavernous. He’d show no mercy now. 

Hades sat back against the bench, one leg casually crossed his knee. Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out his leather cigarette case and went through his typical, habitual motions of picking out a cigarette and lighting it with his shiny metal lighter with the light blue flame. He hitched an arm on the back top rail, sighing as observed the chaos and micro-managed his terrible monsters from afar. They were like chess pieces, and he took great pride in orchestrating their locations. This was only the beginning.

“Strange night to be taking a walk, don’t you think?”

[wontsaymeg]

Hades had been quiet of late with Megara. Which was certainly an uneasy feeling for the young woman. She had an incredibly gut wrenching feeling about his silence but she never expected it to come to this. She knew the consequences of spilling the truth about Hades to Hercules but it felt as if she had no other choice. His safety was far more important considering she was already dammed. 

When the monsters began to invade Elias Meg was relieved that wonderboy took heed of her warning and ran. However she felt selfish at the same time for wishing he was there with her. She didn’t have a plan of action but all she knew is that she needed to find Hades and fast. It might’ve been a stupid choice but she needed answers. After ensuring that Aurora was safe Megara left the comfort and security of her home to look for the god of the underworld.

It wasn’t long before she found him calm amongst the chaos which only confirmed her suspicion that he played a part in all of this. Completely ignoring his question she felt her temperature rise as her throat burned with words she longed to scream. “Why are you doing this?” She asked sternly having no patience left to remain civil. “I’m not stupid Hades I’ve been underground long enough to know these things are yours. Your fight is with Zeus not these people.”

[vivienvalentino]

BRAM STOKER’S DRACULA 1992 | dir. Francis Ford Coppola

[movingcastlcs]

|╰☆╮|

Howl enjoyed his alone time especially when it was a choice. Being away from his home for a mission or being ignored by his wife were not choices and were horrible. He admitted that he liked attention. He was enjoying his tea outside of the apothecary. He decided he needed some air as he read. The crow that relayed messages for him landed on the table and pecked at his rings until he looked at it, “Stop that, these rings are precious. Tell me what you know and leave me be.” He had very little care about what other’s thought of him. He’d been alive for so many years, he refused to count them, why would he care about whether people thought him strange or not.

[wontsaymeg]

Little to nothing shocked Megara anymore. She’d seen unimaginable things that were hidden to the ordinary human eye. Some chose to ignore the magic that was bounded to Elias but for people like Meg she couldn’t escape it. She’d seen the underworld, ghost and creatures, and a man brought back from the dead. So seeing Howl communicating with a crow seemed normal than most other things, Besides she liked Howl, he was the husband to one of her dearest friends. And he seemed to be a good influence on Hades. “Is Sophie upset with you again or is there another reason you’re bickering with a crow?” Meg teased with a small smile.

[wontsaymeg]

ashencrwn​:

♛

Hades hesitated briefly when they locked eyes with each other, wishing briefly he could skip business and just be with her, but he let the thought quickly go. His agenda had to come first. He took a few strides forward until he stood in front of her, glancing halfheartedly at the volumes of books she’d been browsing before turning his attention back to her once she had an answer. He hummed softly, thinking to himself whilst trying not to become distracted by her soft, delicate fingers in his hands. “Careful deliberation,” he replied simply, not caring to admit that Howl had persuaded him to take a less abrasive approach to family. “I need you to stay near him so I can have some insight into what he’s doing and thinking. Especially in the coming months. Serve me well in this and I’ll give you your complete freedom in return,” he said, his voice becoming quiet in the empty library as if he were hesitant to say the words, “Then whether you stay or go will be completely your choice. I won’t stand in the way of you from whatever you decide to do. That’s only fair for the loyalty and help you’ve given me.”

Hades genuinely took her by surprise. His agenda hadn’t changed from the moment they met and further beyond that. Centuries even. So what exactly changed? It made her slightly nervous. But if it meant Hercules would be safe she’d be more than happy to oblige. Pushing her nervousness aside she kept her focus onto the sharp features of his face. Her lips parted as she was about to interject but what left his lips came completely unexpected.

Freedom.

She repeated the word softly lowering her gaze to their joined hands. It was something she had desired but in a completely different way now. Now that it seemed in reach it was like Megara didn’t know what to do with it. It felt foreign and strange and made her stomach churn. The year spent away from Hades really showed her that freedom wasn’t what she wished for anymore. She didn’t want to return to the surface. She wanted to be here with him instead. Its what felt right. It was right.

For a moment a spark of anger formed encasing her throat with things she wished to say. She moved from his grasp and took a step back, taking a look around her surroundings before shifting her gaze to his eyes. She had to be careful with what she said now because he did well with throwing it right back at her. “You act as if I’m bounded to you in shackles and chains. Freedom is an illusion. I am bounded to you but in a completely different way. I chose this, I choose you.” 

Taking a step forward again she quickly cupped the side of his cheek with her hand. She pauses as their eyes lock. Her words were much softer now then they were just a few fleeting moments ago. “I’ll do what you wish of me. I’m not thrilled about it but I know how much this means to you. If things go as planned and you reward me my freedom I will still remain by your side.” She smiles lovingly now, her thumb caressing his skin. “Silly god, when will you realize  that I’m not going anywhere?”