Yun

she/her | send me asks PLEASE check out my ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/users/Mingxia_Jie

[pastabot]

today is not my birthday

[pastabot]

reblog if your birthday is not today

[thatchaoticbookworm]

a very happy unbirthday to me/ref

[random-indian-girl]

Happy unbirthday to me

[leafyeyes417]

Wallet Reveals All

Tim as Red Robin, staring forlornly at his broken grapple, exhaustion seeping out of him in waves: …

Danny: Hey uh… want me to fix that?

Tim, sounding near tears: Please 🙏

Danny: *quickly fixes the grapple, pulling scrap from his bag.* Here all fixed!

Tim: Here, your payment. *hands over his entire wallet and grapples away*

Danny: *stares blankly for 30 seconds* … Um?

Danny: *Silently screaming inside as he stares at Red Robin’s very civilian state ID*

Danny: Why is my luck always like this?

[evilminji]

Now to be fair? We don't KNOW that? We just know Red Robin had Tim Drake's wallet. Did he rob him? For get to give it back? Find it? These are valid questions. And Tim better think fast!

But that was... not his greatest moment.

If all else fails? No. That was NOT Red Robin. That was Tim Drake's cosplay of Red Robin.

[yunflores]

Danny makes up some crackpot shit to get out of knowing Red Robin's identity.

"Oh, you have Tim Drake's wallet? CLEARLY, you must be his sugar baby and accidentally gave me his wallet."

Tim believes he actually believes that and goes to stalk him for a bit because he goes dumb around pretty boys. And his love language is stalking.

[hoseoch]

“what are you gonna do, cry about it?” yes . the fuck

[yunflores]

i will legit burst into tears if someone says this to me, i will do it out of spite, i will also cry if someone yells at me be im sensitive

[yunflores]

Grishaklein #5

true creator's mental in my angel of tears au?? soo, true creator is lowk jealous of sasrir, even tho sasrir used to be his virtual persona, bro knows zmr is only following him because he has sasrir's body, he has the whole upside down cross thing... but sometimes he gets tempted, tempted to look a little more like sasrir so that zmr cuddles with him instead of the sasrir he pulls from the historical void

no, like the jealousy levels of this man goes fucking insane, i just know he crashes out whenever he sees zmr just sobbing over sasrir, he intentionally gets ouroboros to make murals of zmr crying over HIM so that zmr gets further corrupted by his anchors and starts mourning for both asg (him) and sasrir (him but not really).

Bro knows zmr lowkey hates him btw, like, really, really hates him for taking sasrir's body and basically killing him btw. He takes care of his hair solely because zmr was fucking in love with sasrir's hair, like, he'd never look away from it.

zmr occasionally gets tempted to touch, true creator purposefully styles it like sasrir some days. despire being a complete lunatic, he's always tried his best to not hurt zmr, it doesn't succeed, because of his ravings.

Tries to act mentally stable (like sasrir) around zmr, like, he actually tries to kinda stop raving, not really, but his ravings are noticably gentler kinda. The hanged man pathway beyonders have a inherent fondness for seer pathway beyonders. goes both ways. There are a surprising amount of hanged man seer duos and couples, even some in the aurora order, true creator thinks of zmr and him whenever he sees them, zmr thinks of him and sasrir

this is just a whole lote of unrequited love type shit. true creator and zmr have a love-hate relationship. zmr hates tr, like to the bone, doesn't want to kill him, hates him for what the aurora order does, but mostly hates him because of what happened to sasrir. But he loves true creator's body (because its sasrir) and he admires what asg was like (kinda).

true creator loves zmr, hates that he always cries, (even if it looks pretty) hates that zmr only ever sees sasrir in him, that he only follows him because he has sasrir's body

[yunflores]

Grisha(sasrir)klein #4

Soooo, my last post I was talking about sasrir and klein in the tags and now i wanna elaborate, so i think this ship can work in both aus i talked about, but it'd probably be better if klein doesn't work for asg, if zmr works for asg he and sasrir would be coworkers who know eachother, and asg prolly wouldnt let his right hand man get with his crush

also, it wouldn't be as doomed in the angel of miracles au. but in the angel of mysteries au (are these names good or nah?) zmr and sasrir are cordial, but they really grow close during the rose redemption, bonding over how their bosses overwork them, and that their coworkers are bums

from here two paths, zmr realizes his feelings too late and is either left mourning sasrir forever (yearner zmr, yearner zmr??? I never see yearner zmr but he's def the type to be a yearner bc wdym you spent like over a year avenging people you only knew for like 2-3 months) probably pulling sasrir out of the historical void to stay with him while his evil spirit possesses it (? not really too sure about this) or sasrir doesn't possess it and zmr is genuinely just kind of cuddles and cries on it and evernight has to stage an intervention because "at this point you may as well be my angel of mourning, you can't keep summoning him from the historical void, it's putting a constant drain on your spirituality" (i wrote this listening to too little too late, can you tell?)

you know what would make this even sadder? if zmr never found out about evil spirit sasrir, he would never know that there was still a trace, a chance for the man whom he's realized he loves, he'd never know that he was partially the reason for evil spirit sasrir's continued existance, he'd never know he was one of evil spirit sasrir's obsession. He'd never know his feelings were reciprocated.

YES, omg this angst potential, OROR, zmr knows sasrir loves him, but he wasn't sure and he never told him and sasrir dies without knowing zmr loves him back. damn what was in my water today? ill call this angel of mourning au

hmmm, the other path i can see for this is zmr becomes the true creator's angel because even tho it isn't sasrir, it is sasrir's body, everything he couldn't do with sasrir in life, at least he can in death, at least, he can stay by sasrir's side in his death. He becomes like a mother mary type figure in the true creator's mythology or something, ouroboros creates murals of klein's transition from evernight to the true creator and he also does klein crying over true creator, he's constantly shown crying and he's dubbed angel of tears? hmm he's forced to keep crying, maybe in the beginning it was because he was genuinely crying over sasrir, but now, he's known as the angel of tears, mourning over sasrir, but people think he's mourning the true creator?

Maybe klein becomes the orthodox's deity's lesson about letting believers warp your image, he's forced to cry because his anchors believe he'll cry, he's forced to mourn the true creator because that's what they believe he's mourning, zmr is torn, he is mourning for sasrir, yet he finds himself crying over the true creator too?? but he doesn't care for grisha, not even in all his humanity, because his humanity is all focused on mourning, mourning sasrir, and now being forced to mourn the true creator even though he resents him for being the reason sasrir was taken from him

ALSO GUYS SOMEONE SEND ME ASKS ABOUT MY AU I HAVE SO MUCH MORE I WANT TO TALK ABOUT GIVE ME IDEAS PLSPLSPLSPLS

[yunflores]

Grishaklein rablings #3

I wanna expand more on my idea of klein betraying to join asg's side. its not really a feasible idea to begin with, since he has sefirah castle amani will def be keeping a close eye on him and supporting his growth, but i also feel like klein would be more cautious about honorific names if he knew so maybe amani isn't watching? Very unsure about this.

So why would klein betray? it could be a similar situation about what happened in tingen and a resurrection, but i feel like the 2-3rd epoch would be more open about resurrection, but they would be wary of him being antigonus's marionette or sm. I also dont think amani would let zmr out of her grasp, partially because he's a fellow transmigrator, but mostly because he has sefirah castle and it gen would not be safe bc he'd have antigonus, bethel and amon sniffing after him. more so antigonus and amon.

There's also an additional factor, asg is legit just primed to snatch up any of the lotm pathway beyonders bc he needs a mini cw. But even if amani like let zmr go out into the world (very unlikely) she'd be keeping an eye on him, like an eye and a hand hovering over his head to snatch him back to her side. So in this case zmr doesn't exactly join asg's side, asg just keeps an eye on him, maybe he tries to like make bethel encounter zmr so bethel can get sefirah castle? oh yes, "Zhou Mingrui decides to head to the kingdom of silver for more opportunities; this is a reasonable development." and then amani just diverts his path. and like asg just cannot get zmr to run into bethel so he decides to do it in person? actually that wouldn't work bc amani would snatch zmr up the MOMENT asg gets within 100 miles.

if she lets zmr get too close to asg the lotm she's nurturing may end up on the opposite side, so she's guarding her kitten really closely. I feel like this ends up on the angst route, or unrequited as asg falls in love but can't trust klein with his back bc he's on amani's side, he can trust him to save the world, but not his back and klein doesn't know him, he knows he's also from the pre-epoch, but they don't trust eachother.

i think they maintain this dynamic until the fifth epoch where they are forced to trust eachother bc asg is dead and adam is not risking plans over emotions, not when he's entirely divinity. That leaves the true creator tho... maybe I'll talk more about that in my next post

[yunflores]

Grishaklein ramblings #2

i just want to expand on my fanfic ideas, get it all out before i forget and cry

so my very shitty outline so far is zmr is transmigrated either into a demigod, or he works his way up to demigod and the story starts there, personally im leaning towards him transmigrating into a demigod (well, maybe not a demigod, but like, at least sequence 7) because it would be better emotional dynamics and turmoil for klein the problem with this is because it would put him squarely on either grisha's side, or the opposing side because he NEEDS anchors.

But then if he's opposing grisha there'll be no chance for romance, unless hmmm klein betrays? I'll explore that more later

so klein is with asg, but that also puts him like one sniff away from amon, with sefirah castle. Well, bethel survived, but he doesn't have sefirah castle, so since he gains sefirah castle upon his transmigration, asg needs to discover him before amon does so he can protect the mini celestial worthy he's raising ooooh and maybe he keeps a close eye on klein, and maybe somewhere along the way he loved the way Klein can just get him at his core, that they're so similar, that they can understand what the other is doing, but he also worries because zmr is kinda suicidal???? sure, he has the three revival thing because of sefirah castle, but it is not???? a good idea to try divine grisha??? good thing it was grisha, and not evernight, who'd try to snatch klein away.

And but otherwise zmr is so kind?? so human?? in a way that asg jsut isn't anymore, in a way no one around him is and he's a god person at his core, and he understands the need for a greater good and- maybe asg has just some internalized homophobia so he doesn't realize his feelings until zmr dresses as a girl (bit unrealistic, i pretty sure asg is some kind of spectator so he would be able to realize yeah?)

[teh-nos]

this fic is so good i hope i write it

[raych-ao3]

Grisha/Klein as a ship is very precious to me because of the massive potential their dynamics. You have two people who woke up in a ruined world and found themselves forced into a position of power. In both of their hearts, they wanted to save humans and the world. Even when it meant sacrificing themselves.

Klein: I won't lose much, just myself

Grisha: Because God Loves The World

How can I look at these two characters and not want to see them interact together?

[yunflores]

YESYESYESYES my most recent post is about grishaklein and THIS is what I was talking about at the end there. two people who are sacrifice themselves, their humanity to save the world and maybe grisha was just another version of klein who had completely lost his humanity but was still a selfless person, a good person at his core that wanted to save the world.

Two characters who are echos of other across time, who are so very similar at their core, who can relate to eachother in a bone deep level and we don't get to see them interact that much, and we'll never get to see them interact with them because one is dead and the other is doomed to die. and there are only 200 fanfics of them???

[yunflores]

Grishaklein ramblings #1

idk if grishaklein is a popular ship or not, but holy its some interesting dynamics. lets start off with the most obvious part, time differences, grisha existed sometime during the soviet era during the cold war, and klein calls himself a keyboard warrior, so he's def a gen z kid maybe millennial if we're pushing it. There is legit, no room for them to meet and fall in love, unless klein falls in love with a picture of grisha or sm like that.

The next time grisha appears is second epoch, and then he pretty much stays until the end of the third epoch after which he splits, divinity into adam, humanity into sasrir that becomes the true creator. So I'd say late second epoch to third epoch is the most possible time for grisha to fall in love since Adam's lack of humanity and the true creator's overwhelming humanity doesn't exactly create a good candidate to fall in love. and since by the time of the second epoch he's solidified his power, dealt with (most) of his problems and has a plan in place to deal with god almighty overall he's feeling pretty good about life.

But obviously in our canon story, zmr doesn't exist until the fifth epoch, that's where grishaklein has to get a bit creative. well there's a few fanfics with a meeting during the pre-epoch where grisha lives during the modern era instead, very nice yearning i see in those fanfics. I also do see a few fics set during the 2-3 epoch, in the chinese side of the fandom (check out lofter yall, it'll change your life if u wanna read lotm fanfics) but i see klein emerging as a true god in those, so I raise an idea, klein as a rising demigod, who eventually becomes a koa, or a true god?

i think it'd be an interesting dynamic, a klein who wants to find out why he was transmigrated and go back home, and grisha watching from above because he's like omniscient and this guy is from china, from the pre-epoch, and maybe grisha is a bit lonely because he can't trust amani even if they're from the same era and no one else gets it. but zmr is different, (and also he needs a weakened celestial worth to combat god almighty so maybe he makes sure zmr gets a little extra resources and help, just like bethel). and along the way he's a little interested because zmr is kind, kind in a way that grisha doesn't get, and he's vibrant, and surprisingly funny and so good and human in a way that grisha just doesn't get anymore for all that he has a good balance between being divine and human. and idkidk. this ship jsut means something to me, klein who clings so tightly to his humanity but let it go to protect his friends, his family, the world, and grisha who didn't exactly let go of his humanity, but he was a lot more willing to let it slip, but he still sacrifices himself to save humanity, two equally selfless people who lost their humanity to save the world and damn im getting off topic

[yunflores]

I would embrace Death

Percy doesn’t love Thanatos, and perhaps he never would, but he trusted Thanatos, trusted the sardonic workaholic with his immortal essence if not his heart, and trusted him to have his back if he really needed it.

So when his father grew increasingly irritated, and sunburns were on the rise, as they realized he was hiding in the underworld. They waited, waited for a part of his essence to come to land to capture until they had the majority of him. So he couldn’t even send a small part of his essence out, but if he had an excuse to stay in the underworld… In the following days, he gorges himself on as many pomegranates as he could, as if it would make his ties to the underworld stronger.

And then he remembers Persephone, his host, was also once a guest (not really). She gained her place in the underworld through marriage. He had asked if Hades had any children he could marry, but it didn’t have to be his child, did it? A member of his house should work, Thanatos, a god with an undeniable connection to the underworld

But how would he marry Thanatos? First of all, assuming that he would be taking the female role, he would a wife was a husband’s property, and his husband would be well within his rights to keep his ‘wife’ within the underworld. But there was one major flaw with that… A wife would need their father’s permission to marry, he evidently does not have his father’s permission to marry. Until he realized, Paul was his father, wasn’t he?

He sends Thanatos off to ask Paul for permission to marry while he busies himself with all the preparations for the proaulia, it would have to be a strictly traditional Greek wedding if he wanted it to be recognized. 

He also prayed to Hera because if the goddess of marriage didn’t recognize his marriage… well it wouldn’t be much of a marriage to anyone. She was surprisingly excited to plan a wedding, he was still her nephew as much as she hated him, apparently, to Percy, that sounded more like an excuse to have an in on the wedding planning, but this would be just fine, if Hera had a hand in planning his wedding, it would only be more legitimate.

With the proaulia planned, Paul’s permission secured along with the approval of Hera, he and Thanatos just needed to start the gamos as soon as possible, after that, the eupaulia wouldn’t matter that much, but it would be useful to announce their marriage to the world.

Nico, some of his dead friends, and various other members of Hades’ household were quietly ushered to celebrate his proaulia, he would’ve wanted his mother and Annabeth, definitely Kym as well, but they couldn’t enter the underworld without drawing suspicion. Which was a real shame, he knew Kym would approve of his spite. 

He sacrificed his favorite stuffie and his first Camp Half-Blood shirt to Hera in place of the proteleia, sacrificing to Artemis, Athena, and Aphrodite was way too risky. 

After the proaulia, the gamos began as soon as possible, which was the next day. Come morning at 1 am, he cleaned himself with the loutroforia as soon as possible, threw on an orange veil, slapped on a wedding dress, and sat through the feast Hades threw in place of his father. 

He was very uncomfortable because he had to sit with the Furies, various female members of Thanatos’ family, including Nyx. The table was actually mostly populated by Thanatos’ family, he had a lot of brothers and sisters, but Percy couldn’t exactly pay attention to them with three protogenoi—three because Nyx and Erebus were invited as Thanatos’ parents, but someone named Pontus was apparently in town when he heard of someone of the sea marrying in. Since no one wanted to offend Pontus… he was invited to the gamos.

Thanatos thankfully invited Limos, who was Hunger, so everything was devoured within minutes, and Thanatos could commence anakalypteria. After lifting the veil, Percy hurried to the chariot and urged Thanatos to start the wedding procession. The bad news was Thanatos had to drive Percy all the way to his home, the Mansion of Night, which was located in Tartarus. Good news, they had three protogenoi and Thanatos’ countless siblings to clear the way, and clear the way they did, and after several hours, they were at the Mansion of Night, gifts were given and Percy was ushered in. He was led to the ‘hearth’ and fed some dried fruits and nuts, and then it was time to consummate as they were shoved into a room that was the bridal chamber. 

Percy sat on the bed all pretty as Thanatos took off his veil. Percy had half the mind to poison the both of them with an aphrodisiac and be done with it, but that would be non-consensual, and while Percy was Greek, rape wasn’t something he’d like to do, ever. Sex was done with hopes of a child; Thanatos would never have a child. He was Death Incarnate; Death doesn’t beget life, but this would likely be the first and only time they would, to seal their wedding.

Realizing Thanatos was a millennia-old virgin, he wondered if he would have to take charge… He would, wouldn’t he? Okay, this is fine, Percy thought as he grabbed lube by the bedside that had been handed to him by someone. 

As he moved to coat his fingers in the lube, Thanatos grasped his wrist and looked up at him with pleading eyes, “Can I…?” He asked, almost nervously, not quite there but something close. 

Percy raised an eyebrow and handed the lube over, lying on his stomach. He thought to himself, even if it hurts, it doesn’t matter; I can endure, and if it’s really bad, Thanatos will stop if I ask. He felt his wedding dress being ripped open from the back, hands suddenly on his ass, kneading. 

A lubed finger gently nudged his ass. Thanatos asked, “Is this okay?” 

Gods, this was going to be so awkward. “Mh, yeah… Go slow.”

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

While his main body was busying consummating with Thanatos, oh, no, they just completed it, it seems, since there was suddenly an aspect of death seeping into his aspect… Percy was now officially a part of the underworld. 

Perfect, his essence flocks to the surface to fulfill his domains that have been neglected for so, so long. Checking over demigods, making sure none of them are hurt, making sure loyalty is repaid; if not, well, retribution was in order. It was best he get along with his in-laws after all. Nemesis was contacted and asked if she wanted to avenge someone. 

Poison, poison—it harmed not only gods and mortals; it infected the world as well. Pollution was also a form of poison, and he could see that it had gotten bad in his absence. Well, he’d get rid of it. 

He’d clear the pollution while other parts of him checked over hurricanes, riptides, and currents with Kym, he wishes he was with her now, he misses her. Another was dedicated to fault lines, and the majority were looking over demigods of all sorts.

He noticed quite a few deaths caused by the pollution and mourned for all the sea life lost and brushed past a part of Thanatos that was here to take care of all the dead scuba divers; he twisted their hands together affectionately and cleared the pollution, purifying the waters as Thanatos carried away their souls.

He placed an obol under their tongues and left to clean more pollution. And then his father noticed his presence within his domain. Fine, whatever, he rejoined with the larger part of himself within his father’s castle that was the one overseeing all ocean-related domains. 

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Loyalty was running scarce in his absence, as prayers unanswered finally came through, a girl sobbing in a public restroom; I thought she was my friend. A man, frustrated and heartbroken, I can’t help how I look. Hera, clutching her heart as sweat rolled down her body, I can’t take it anymore; can’t he be as loyal as I am? 

He guided a woman to the restroom, a woman as loyal as the girl, the man would not find a new wife, but he would be blessed by his loyal children, as for Hera… There wasn’t anything he could do but comfort her, and augment Zeus’ loyalty to her, but something that was barely there would make for the bare minimum, not giving his affair partners children and undermining her. That or he would give Hera another child to strengthen her position, it didn’t matter to him, but this small comfort was the least he could offer to her as someone she had prayed to.

As his essence travels throughout the United States, answering prayers, he encounters a part of Thanatos’ essence carrying away someone who died to protect another, a deep part of him resonates with that; that was the kind of death he wanted if he couldn’t get old age, knowing that someone could go on and live after him. He feels a domain swelling up inside of him: Heroic Deaths. He places an obol under his tongue and presses his lips to Thanatos’ cheek before going off to continue fulfilling prayers; he could feel the sun’s light beaming down at them, heat swelling up in the air before Percy left. Apollon did not approach, far too prideful to come back without Percy approaching first.

People were constantly yearning for loyalty, true, eternal loyalty. How unfortunate it was that usually all those pleas for loyalty went unanswered, because those who prayed were unworthy of loyalty. Asking for loyalty when you couldn’t be loyal in turn… Percy hated people like that; Percy hated Apollon, who had helped force godhood upon him and violated his trust, taking his loyalty without giving any back.

Thanatos was loyal to him, and so he would be loyal in turn; never again would he give his loyalty to someone unworthy of it, never again would he let his heart be broken, not after his father. He trusted Thanatos, and Thanatos was loyal to him and Hades, Hades who had offered him Xenia, who was Persephone’s husband… Percy trusted Persephone, and that was enough for now. a/n: so this was inspired by https://archiveofourown.org/works/68032651 so go check it out for context anyways I didn't think I would post anything before thanksgiving break but by fingers started getting itchy and after sacrificing a bit of sleep and sometime during the weekend its been completed! I'm planning on writing thanatos and apollo's pov but idk when I'm gonna finish

[yunflores]

Warning, there's a brief mention of rape, but like the recipient would've been willing anyways, this is prolly gonna be the last thing I post before school starts 😭😭😭 chat the search up the evernight goddess for Nyx's faceclaim, Sasrir for Erebus, and Azik Eggers for Thanatos, I cannot for the life of me find a good one for Hypnos but I swear to yall he will be as hot as his family, if not as emo.

It’s not that Apollo hated Hypnos; quite the opposite, he quite liked the god. Sleep always gives him inspiration and creativity, especially after the dreams Morpheus creates. His muses and pretty much every god of the arts could and would be willing to give Hypnos their hearts and more, Apollo not included; his heart was reserved for his dearest Percilla. But Apollo was completely willing to give the guy love advice.

The brief thought that he really wasn’t the best guy for this crossed his mind once or twice, mainly because Percy really didn’t like him that much during the beginning—she more saw him as a cousin, which he was, but it wasn’t what he was aiming for at all back then.

Looking back, his advice wasn't really that good, acting pathetic and needy but only around your beloved? Not the best advice he’d given; in fact, it was possibly the worst, considering it had been a few centuries and Hypnos hadn’t gone back to him in thanks. 

Feeling bad and also not wanting Hypnos to potentially whine to his parents and bring down the wrath of two primordials on himself, he sends a message to Hypnos: ‘If acting pathetic didn’t work, start acting slutty; if they flee, they want you. If they don’t, just make sure they can’t leave you, and they’ll fall in love eventually.’

Patting himself on the back proudly, he’s pretty eager for Hypnos to get back to him on that, and for Hypnos to hopefully bless him with a good night’s sleep; he keeps getting nightmares of Iapetides getting together with Izanagi’s maniac of a son.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Hypnos raises an eyebrow as he read the letter Apollo had sent him. Well, it’s not like he had anything to lose from this, other than his relationship with Thanatos. He thought to himself sarcastically, but at this point, Hypnos was feeling bold and hopeless, not desperate to be obvious about it, but to the point he was willing to half undress himself and feign sleep on his chaise. He would’ve dragged Thanatos into a dream to test out the waters, but Thanatos was far too used to his spells and knew how to guard against them and would therefore realize he was in a dream manipulated by Hypnos well… If Thanatos wasn’t receptive, it would lead to very bad things.

As not only the god but also the literal personification of sleep, he knew his sleeping habits: slow breathing, an occasional flutter of his wings, a blanket half on his body, and limbs sprawled around. Though he could just, y’know, make his body sleep while keeping his consciousness from whipping something up as a dream… He did do that actually. Pretending to sleep was just way too much effort.

After sending his attendants away, he would probably be fine, not like he would get snatched away in his sleep again, not with all the wards and protections Mother, Father, and Thanatos put on him after the first few times. 

And he lies there, for how long he doesn’t know, relaxing in his lucid dream until he feels a sudden sensation on his cheek. Thanatos, he could feel his twin’s aura seeping into his body. From his cheek, Thanatos’ chilly fingers moved to his neck and then to his chest.

Thanatos reverently traced his sleeping twin’s neck, moving down to Hypnos’ chest, breathing out quietly as he felt Hypnos’ heartbeat. Thanatos’ breathing became irregular as his cheeks flushed… That heartbeat was so quick. Are you also excited, Hypnos? Thanatos thought as a hand gently rubbed Hypnos’ inner wrist, feeling his pulse.

Thanatos sat on the ground, staring at Hypnos on his couch, poppies from the shore of the River Lethe braided into his hair, eyes closed peacefully. Staying here and just admiring his twin in his sleep would be heaven, Thanatos thought as his hand hovered over Hypnos’ neck, the urge to just snap it, to cut open his twin’s throat with his scythe and make Hypnos slumber forever so this moment would never end. The urge was strong, but he pulled his hand away last second.

As Thanatos’ breathing smoothed out, he reached under his clothes, taking lube out from nowhere. He poured a generous amount on his cock, starting to stroke slowly as he pressed his lips against Hypnos’ inner wrist, feeling his pulse. 

The sound of Hypnos’ life seemed to echo in his ears as Thanatos moaned quietly. “H-Hypnos…”

Thanatos’ hips bucked as he thrust into his hand, “Didymos mou… to kalýtero misó mou, h-hng!” He slipped a hand under Hypnos’ chiton, rubbing his thigh as the other pumped his cock. 

“Mh! Hyp- nos! Y-you also like this, don’t you?” Thanatos whispered softly as his thumb pressed against his slit, tremors wracking his body. 

Precum drooled from Thanatos’ tip as his grip on his cock tightened. “Hypnos…! Agapi mou… I- ah! Hypnos!” Thanatos cried out as his entire body tensed, his nails digging into Hypnos’ skin. Thanatos panted heavily, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

I had ought to clean up this mess, Thanatos thought with a grimace as he looked at the floor, dirty with his cum and lube. With a snap of his fingers that was more for show, it was gone. What wasn’t gone was the golden ichor, Hypnos’ ichor, on his nails. He brought it close and gave it a delicate lick, savoring the taste of his twin’s ichor. He could see why Mrs. Percilla found ichor delicious.

As he examined himself, he noticed he was covered in the thin sheen of sweat; he rubbed Hypnos’ lips gently before pressing his fingers against his own lips. Thanatos’ own cheeks flushed, an indirect kiss; he had never been that daring before!

Plucking a feather from Hypnos’ wings, he hurriedly escaped; as Hypnos stirred, he was gone within an instant. 

As Hypnos opened his eyes, he noticed ichor on his inner thigh. Yeah, that checks out; I felt a vague sensation on my thigh. So clearly, Thanatos came by and did something, but Hypnos didn’t even know if it was sexual or if it was just an accidental scratching. Hypnos screamed into his pillow. “Ughhh!” At this point I would be better off drugging Thanatos and taking what I want. Hypnos thought to himself. Actually I might do that next, no… Just putting him to sleep and using his physical body to relieve myself… That would be enough; it wouldn’t be the same as having sex with his consciousness, but that would at least be enough to satisfy myself, right?

That isn’t rape, Hypnos reassured himself; he doesn’t have to let my sleep spell work; he could break through it… As soon as he realizes he’s asleep—okay, that sounds bad; whatever, Hypnos is Greek, rape is nothing. 

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Erebus stared at his children with bemusement as he pulled his wife onto his lap and attempted to lift his wife’s veil; he was promptly smacked. 

Nursing a wounded pride and a slap, he buried his face in Nyx’s neck. “My dear night, shouldn’t we put our children out of their misery? They’ve been pining since they were mere millennia years old…” Erebus asked as his wings curled around the two of them.

Nyx stared at Erebus under her veil for a good bit of time. “No, Hypnos and Thanatos need to figure this out themselves… And besides, it’s rare I get to laugh like this; the moment you interfere, you have no wife, understand, husband?”

Erebus wilted, mentally praying for his children; one would think their pining would get boring after a few billion years, but he couldn’t deny Hypnos and Thanatos were comedy gold. Oh well, if his wife is happy.

[yunflores]

My bad for not posting for a few days; I totally could've, except I had like no motivation, so... I kinda just didn't want to work on my WIPs; school's starting in, like, two days. Pray for me, y'all. 😭 This was meant to focus on Yaruki and Iapetides, but my hands took over, and Saorlaith is honestly my favorite fucking character.

Iapetides stared in disbelief at this absolute fool who approached him once more, his half-brother, Yaruki.

Where to begin… Everyone knew Yaruki was a battle-hungry lunatic; no one really said it to his face because of his father, but they all knew. So, Iapetides thought, when Yaruki inevitably came and challenged him to a battle—he actually just lunged at Iapetides and started attacking, so this was a very liberal use of the word "challenge"—he would just trounce Yaruki so thoroughly he’d leave him alone. 

Yaruki, in fact, did not leave him alone; actually, after that, he started pestering Iapetides every day. Annoyingly enough, when Iapetides, better known as Bobby by his mother (he was not calling himself that; in what world was Bobby in any way, shape, or form related to Iapetides?), got irritated enough to smack Yaruki away, it seemed to excite him.

They say there is a thin line between hatred and love; it wasn’t hard to believe, honestly. How else would Mother and Cu Chulainn have somewhat of a harmonious marriage? Thankfully, Iapetides did not hate Yaruki; he wasn’t that bad. It was more… disdain or disliking him, nothing as drastic as hate. In fact, outside of sparring, they were pretty good friends, at least considering they were half-siblings; they even followed each other on Gossipmonger. Suffice to say, Iapetides would not hate Yaruki and would therefore not let feelings of hate turn into love.

However, while Iapetides was already snuffing out all future potential seeds of love, Yaruki was trying to create them. Because Yaruki was such a maniac for battle and because Yaruki was his son-in-law via Cearbhall and Tomonaga’s marriage, one would think they weren’t married because, well, they were both male, but Tomonaga was so feminine and he could kinda give birth to children, son of the primordial of creation, that he literally just could’ve been the wife. At least that was Cu Chulainn’s bullshit reasoning as he somehow finessed his way into getting his son a malewife.

But back on topic, Yaruki was so down bad for Iapetides; he follows him around everywhere and sends bad, yearnful haiku every hour or so he’s not in Iapetides’ company. He was so down bad that even Cu Chulainn felt vaguely bad for him, and because Tomonaga taught him a chastity spell, it was wonderful; if anyone even tried to touch his daughters with lewd intentions, their dick fell right off. 

Anyways, Cu Chulainn was grateful enough to allow Tomonaga’s siblings to seek out Saorlaith’s help for wooing their beloved. She was surprisingly good at it, even though she was holding back slurs. He knew; he could feel the potential for bloodshed and violence was strong in her. He was so proud; Saorlaith was following in her daddy’s footsteps. too bad she wasn’t born a warrior goddess…

Oh, he could see her now, unleashing her slurs on Yaruki after he graphically described what he wanted Iapetides to do to him. “-seless piece of shit, the only one who could ever love your ugly mug is your father and mother, but Mother doesn’t count because she’s a saint. The next time you say you want to get pierced, I will pierce you with my father’s spear!” Saorlaith seemed to want to bash his head in with the item she was holding, a book, before realizing the book was infinitely more important than Yaruki, and so she grabbed a chair and started bashing.

Cu Chulainn clutched his chest; his little girl really was following in his footsteps. He always beat the shit out of everyone who pissed him off; he could even feel battle frenzy, Saorlaith’s battle frenzy, in the air.

“Masochistic, your haiku is so bad it’s a miracle you’re a part of the Shinto pantheon and haven’t been kicked out! You’ve been flirting and pining over Iapetides for over a century, and you’re still only friends! He doesn’t even hate you, so there can’t be a hate-becomes-love thing!” Saorlaith let out a sigh of relief and set the banged-up chair back down.

“Thanks for that; it really helped me relieve my frustration. Come by again.” Saorlaith said as she opened a book.

“Wait… But I thought you would help me woo Iapetides…” Yaruki said, a pout on his lips.

“Impossible, he’s cutting off every possible root for romance in the future; you’re getting purposefully friendzoned. No, he’s actually planning out the friend zone and making sure it doesn’t develop into love.” Saorlaith said very bluntly as she leaned back in her chair. “Unless you want to induce artificial love or drug him, then I can help you.”

Yaruki deflates, artificial love? That sounded horrible; it was better to trap Iapetides in a marriage and induce Stockholm syndrome than to create an artificial love. Drugging him though… Iapetides was a good guy; if someone became pregnant because of him, he would definitely take responsibility via marriage, at least Mother said so. Too bad Yaruki couldn’t get pregnant. So keep him pumped with aphrodisiacs.

In Yaruki’s state of deep contemplation, he didn’t hear the sound of Saorlaith’s chanting or her ‘ah-ha,’ but he did hear her proclaim. “He’s actually into you?!” Saorlaith stared at the results of her divination in shock. “I’m actually invested now.”

She spun around to her scrying mirror, reciting. “How will Yaruki make Iapetides fall in love with him? How will Yaruki make Iapetides fall in love with him? How will Yaruki make Iapetides fall in love with him?” 

Saorlaith squints at the image in the mirror. It looked like Yaruki drugged himself and fell into Iapetides's arms; they fucked; Yaruki forgot about it, and seeing Yaruki act like it never happened, Iapetides was irritated enough to spear Yaruki right through, and he saw the rather disturbing, or alluring to him, sight of Yaruki moaning around his spear as it was quite literally stabbed through his torso.

Saorlaith goes through five different emotions at once, the foremost one being regret. I did not want to see these gay-ass fuckers and their weird sadomasochistic play. I’m gone; he can figure this shit out on his own.

[yunflores]

My bad yall I promised this would be published by 1 but here I am, over an hour late but I'm doneee watch my boyfailure Tomonaga get fucked by Cearbhall In’yo, Onmyodo, often referred to as yin and yang. People often believed that it was Sayunari, god of balance and equilibrium, who held such domains among Izanagi’s children. But in reality it was Tomonaga. It was strange; his younger sister had definitely been better suited for in’yo as a domain, and onmyodo could’ve still belonged to him, who was better suited for the spiritual arts than him, god of arcane wisdom? 

Sayunari was balance, seriousness and humor, and wisdom and idiocy in equal form. As one can imagine, because of it, she was not good with academics at all because of it; mainly because of the insistence on only learning half of a subject, omniscience and ignorance have to be equal.

One can imagine, as Lord of Arcanne Wisdom and firstborn of Lord Izanagi and Lady Percilla, Tomonaga would be as majestic and serious as befitting his station, and yet, he finds himself in Saorlaith’s library. The two of them were close and often enjoyed yelling at each other about academics, more Saorlaith yelling at him, actually. 

He was such a wimp that even Cú Chulainn, who was infamous for being overprotective of his daughters, was willing to let him into his home. “Saorlaith… Your brother is so hottt.” Tomonaga groans as Saorlaith slams his head into the table, eyes cold and disgust clear on her features.

“Don’t. I don’t want to know what you think about my little brother! Shut up about him and talk to me about Buddhist scriptures!” She slams her hands on the table, eyes glowing with excitement, nearly snapping the table in half as she practically drools at the thought of more knowledge.

“B-but...!” Tomonaga stuttered, shrinking back. 

“But what?!” Saorlaith exclaims, her eyes threatening as her face inched closer to his, staring daggers into his divine essence. 

“But… Cearbhall is here…” Tomonaga’s voice lowers into a whisper, as if Cearbhall wouldn’t be able to hear him. 

“Ugh! Shut up about him, Tomo!” Saorlaith waves a hand, and a barrier appears around the two of them, one that Cearbhall wouldn’t be able to hear or see through.

Saorlaith grabs a book from one of the shelves and slams it in front of Tomonaga. “Here, now go and come back tomorrow when you’re satisfied enough to stop fantasizing about Cearbhall when you’re supposed to be explaining spells to me, you loser!”

“Saorlaith… you,” Tomonaga looks up at her, eyes shining with gratitude.

Saorlaith blushes, crossing her arms and turning away, exclaiming, “Don’t get it wrong, I didn’t do it for you; I only need you to explain some spells from the Shinto Pantheon for me!” With an idle flick of her hands the barrier is dispelled, and Tomonaga is kicked out.

From across the room Cearbhall narrows his eyes. That bastard Tomonaga, was he flirting with Saorlaith?! Cearbhall’s hands clench, and he grits his teeth, his nails digging into his palms. Why else would his aloof sister be blushing? Why else would that bastard be running away?

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Carefully, almost reverently, Tomonaga opens the book; his eyebrow twitches in irritation. Why would Saorlaith give him this? Why, when the target of his affections was a god who didn’t sleep? Saorlaith wouldn’t give me this if it wouldn’t work, so with that thought, Tomonaga does the one thing he can: DM Saorlaith.

@Saorlaith @Saorlaith @Saorlaith istm i will @ you on gossipmonger if that’s what it takes fine this is on your head

What is it? I swear you’re dead; you’re so lucky Dad thinks you’re too pathetic to try fucking with me.

bruuhh i need cearbhall to be asleep by 7

Fine, I’ll tell you once I get him to sleep. Done.

tf? that was so quick??? what’d you do????

Spell.

Dawg 💀💀💀 ur the goat btw thx I’ll explain the scriptures you want tmr

You better, bitch.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Well, thankfully Saorlaith put Cearbhall to sleep; now Tomonaga just had to perform the ritual and fall asleep. One part poppy, two parts ichor in a bowl, light incense around it, use a few talismans to direct the ritual, and done. This would’ve been significantly harder if he wasn’t a god and didn’t know several ways to simplify the ingredients; honestly, where would he have gotten the reverse scale of a dragon that had sex with a god six and a half times after said god had been dead for a minimum of a millennium or the hair of a witch who has bathed in Loki’s fire and died frozen by Itztlacoliuhqui?

Well whatever, he ought to sleep now. Tomonaga curls up in his futon, eyes closed, as he slaps a knockout talisman onto himself, very useful and will make him fall asleep immediately.

His eyes open in a battlefield; Cearbhall is fighting, spear in hand, feral grin on his face; with a bit of an adjustment, he’s taking one of his runaway sisters back home. Dreams were fickle, and this was likely common enough for Cearbhall to genuinely believe this was reality.

Now home, what’s common enough, Cearbhall watching him and Saorlaith argue, and with that he just has to take the form of his dreamself and… Cearbhall pounces on him? Tomonaga half thinks he’s going to beat him up, but instead Cearbhall smashes their lips together; this… was unexpected. Tomonaga isn’t complaining, though; he wraps his arms around Cearbhall’s neck, pulling him closer.

“Mgh,” Tomonaga moans into the kiss as the environment shifts to what he presumes is Cearbhall’s room, and now Tomonaga is straddling Cearbhall’s hips, and they’re both naked; dreams are so convenient. 

“You bastard… How dare you flirt with my sister…” Cearbhall’s voice is low and dark as he grabs Tomonaga’s hips and slams him down onto his cock.

“Haa!” Tomonaga’s back arches, his eyes fluttering closed. In the back of his mind, he registers the sensation of cold air on his nipples and his hair tickling his back. He whines as he’s suddenly lifted until only the tip is inside of him, and then, he’s slammed back down with no warning at all. “Cear- bhall!” He wails, tears forming in his eyes as his cheeks turn pink, not dissimilar to the color of his hair.

Cearbhall gently caresses Tomonaga’s chest, carefully tracing where normal skin met black, his other hand guiding Tomonaga up and down on his cock. Contrary to his gentle actions however, a barrage of humiliation hit Tomonaga in the face. “Does my sister know about this? That you’re so needy you need me to fuck you?

Tomonaga moaned in response, before suddenly he was on all fours, Cearbhall’s chest pressing against his back, he’s eager to try every position possible. Tomonaga though, he was going to voice this aloud but he was promptly cut off by Cearbhall slamming into him. “A-ahhh! O-oh, shiiit!” Tomonaga rocks his hips, pushing back against Cearbhall.

Cearbhall let out a soft whine. “So unfair…! You feel so good!” His cock pistoning in and out of Tomonaga.

Tomonaga let out an uncontrollable string of moans. “Ngh! Mhhff! Cearbhall, Cearbhall! Cear-bhal!” Tomonaga sobbed, gripping Cearbhall’s hand holding him up, his nails digging into Cearbhall’s arm. 

“Ah, fuuck, you’re really hot moaning my name like that…” Cearbhall whispered into Tomonaga’s ear before gently biting it. “What was your name again? Tamano, Tanoga?” Cearbhall knew who he was, of course he did. There weren’t a lot of people his father let into their home, but honestly, Tomonaga would definitely look cute trying to please me by telling me his name.

Tomonaga hiccuped, his tears finally trickling down his cheeks. “To-”  Tomonaga’s voice breaks. “Monaga! M-my name is Tomonaga!” Cearbhall chuckles as he reached up and pinched Tomonaga’s nipple. Low and behold, Tomonaga was rather cute reciting his own name. “Tomonaga, Tomonaga…” Cearbhall called out quietly, testing his name on his lips. Why would Saorlaith get to call him ‘Tomo’ while Cearbhall was reduced to ‘Tomonaga?’ Deciding to correct this, with a slightly cheerful tone, he asks, more demands, really. “I’ll call you, Tomo, okay.” Tomonaga, now dubbed Tomo by Cearbhall and Saorlaith, jolted as his nipple was pinched and nods, helpless to Cearbhall’s whims. “O-oh! ‘K-kay!”

“Good boy,” Cearbhall purrs, the hand that had previously pinched a nipple heading southwards to Tomonaga’s cock, while the other effortlessly held himself up. 

Tomonaga felt heat rush through his body at the endearment (compliment?). And he whined, bucking back against Cearbhall with a new desperation.

Cearbhall smirked, his hand tightening around Tomonaga’s length, slowly stroking him. “Oh, you like that, don’t you, Tomo? Do you wanna be my good boy?” Cearbhall coos, his tone mocking.

Much to his own and Cearbhall’s surprise, Tomonaga nods eagerly as his hips stuttered, unable to decide between Cearbhall’s hand or his cock.

“Mgh! Fu-ck, Cearbhall!” Tomonaga wailed, fat tears streaming down his cheeks as he felt white inching in on his vision and as Cearbhall swipes his thumb over his slit, he’s unable to stop himself from babbling. “Kimi wa hontōni sekushī de kanpekide tsuyoi! Hontōni itoshite iru! Kimi no ashi o otte kusari de tsunagi, nidoto boku kara hanare rarenai yō ni shi!” 

Tomonaga’s eyes roll back, his tongue sticking out slightly as a thin sheet of sweat covered his body, his nails digging into the fabric under him and tearing it. As his cum spilled onto Cearbhall’s palm.

And with that, it’s over, not. Cearbhall continues to piston his cock in and out of Tomonaga, briefly pulling out to flip him over before pushing all the way back in.

Tomonaga whines, wrapping his legs around Cearbhall’s hips and tugging Cearbhall closer, his arms wrapping around Cearbhall’s chest as he left large gouges that were healed and remaid almost instantly on Cearbhall’s back.

Sweat drips down Cearbhall’s body as he lets out a downright feral grin, he can feel his balls tighten and just as he’s about to cum… Saorlaith lets go of the sleeping spell and Cearbhall awakens with his cock rock hard, his clothes, specifically his pants, wet, and sweat covering his body. 

Tomonaga awakens with a gasp as he was punted out of Cearbhall’s dream; his robes are tented and stained by his own cum.

Cu Chulainn: Ugh, Cearbhall is so whipped and he doesn't even know it 🙄🙄🙄🙄 He's so fucking lucky that twink is to much of a simp to notice it

Saorlaith: Those pining losers better get together after this, if Cearbhall gives me another jealous look or sneaks into my library to stare at Tomo again I'm gonna kick him out.

Chat I'm so sorry I was late, I was gonna post this at 1:50 but I got called away to do some side quests. But I'm finally done! Anyways, "Kimi wa hontōni sekushī de kanpekide tsuyoi! Hontōni itoshite iru! Kimi no ashi o otte kusari de tsunagi, nidoto boku kara hanare rarenai yō ni shi!" translates to "You're so pretty and perfect and beautiful! I love you. I wanna break your legs and chain you up so you can never leave me!" Huge possibility the translation is wrong b/c I put it though google translate, but this is what I meant, istm is I Swear to Mother btw.

[yunflores]

Omgggg TYSM ur so kind, Hi I'm the anon who sent that ask lol. Amaterasu inheriting the cuntiness from Izanami is Soo cute and cracky 💖💖💖💖💖 my girls are the backbone for the Shinto pantheon frfr😔✊ it's a heavy duty but a duty they must carry, Im imagining Izanami being a Queen✨ carrying the burden of sole S l u tTM machina only to stumble as she finally has someone else to whore out their pantheon. Absolutely amazing

Ur fic: amazing

Izanagi: should lose some layers

Hotel: Trivago

Tysm for the hand itch 😘✨💖

My queen Izanami was carrying the shinto pantheon on her back as the pillar of cuntiness, she def tried to get Izanagi to lose some layers but he was so horrified she let it go. 1000/10 happiness to see Amaterasu take after her, 10000/10 horniness when she saw it girl Percy in her cunty outfits, she busted the moment she saw her frfr

[yunflores]

Guys I'm so sorry 😭😭😭 I said I would get another one out today, but I have failed, I spent like a few hours immobilized with pain b/c of cramps w/ no tylenol I promise yall, I will get this finished before 1am

[yunflores]

a;fvdo;ndk Omg your latest work?? No matter how many times Queen says it, it's absolutely hilarious seeing Izanagi struggling to make his wife and children even a lil bit less cunty. I wonder though what Izanami would think about this👁🫦👁 thank u for the latest fixation

fbdgv omg my first ask thank you so muchhhh Izanami does not give a fuck, she's as equally if not more cunty, girlie wouldn't even wear clothes if it wasn't for Izanagi nagging her about it, where do you think amaterasu inherited her cunty ahh outfit from?