I got a lot of ideas but my schedule is kinda fucky with how much I sleep and am tired so instead of going in every direction, I wanted to know what all of you would prefer me to focus on
Ps: the poll end Wednesday
2025-09-15 22:29:45 +0000 UTC View PostYou can say everything you want about the Greek gods, and most would likely be true given how shitty their behaviours and personalities were, but one thing that couldn’t be denied is that they did things in style.
I had chosen after my conversation with Sally to go take a shower because I hadn’t been able to take one last night with how messy and rushed everything had been, and I felt that I truly needed one.
Marble of the purest white, reminiscent of the iconic Cycladic villa...
2025-09-15 22:11:45 +0000 UTC View Post
The light here was not a thing to be seen, but a medium to be felt. It was the very substance of my thoughts, the currency of my being. I moved within it, not as a swimmer through water, but as a note through a symphony. And beside me, always, was the counterpoint: Michael.
His resonance was a fortress of unwavering truth, a citadel built upon the single, unassailable axiom of his existence: Who is like God? The answer, of course, was nothing. Nothing at all. It w...
2025-09-12 08:07:29 +0000 UTC View PostJaune had thrown his shield aside.
Crocea Mors in both hands.
He hadn't trained.
Hadn't practiced.
But he'd fought.
Every night.
Under banners.
With God whispering in his ears.
He'd slaughtered enemies. Buried armies.
Led a war.
His body moved.
Hate surged like a black fire inside.
Feet shifted.
Blade rose.
Stance changed.
He wasn't Jaune Arc.
Not anymore.
Jaune was a fake. Jeanne was real. 2025-09-11 18:58:11 +0000 UTC View Post
Wrote in three hour straight today so probably not perfect but still, hope y’all like it
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Jaune Arc wanted to be a hero.
He wanted it the way a drowning man wants air, the way a child reaches for the stars with sticky fingers and foolish hope. He wanted it like it was owed to him—no, like he owed it to everyone who had ever whispered his name in a tone too close to disappointment. He wa...
2025-09-11 01:44:45 +0000 UTC View PostThe air in the camp was a held breath. That peculiar, liquid hour had settled over Camp Half-Blood, the time between the sun’s rise and the night’s dominion, a world painted in the melancholy hues of rising gold and deep violet.
Silence, thick and expectant, lay upon the camp like a blanket. It wasn't the quiet of peace, but the hush of an audience waiting for the curtain to rise on some inevitable, daunting act.
I found her on a rise overlooking the empty amphitheater, a soli...
2025-09-10 22:26:39 +0000 UTC View PostThere was this little thing called Xenia. Xenia was important in the sense that in a civilization full of backstabbing and glory-seeking assholes, you could only expect such behavior from other people, which isn’t conducive in the long term if you wanted people to have a modicum of trust toward each other, strangers, and the like.
After all, why should you trust that guy when he could and would probably kill you, given how many psychopaths existed statistically in the Hellenic world? ...
2025-09-10 22:23:25 +0000 UTC View PostThe rain didn't fall so much as it hung in the air, a billion silver needles suspended in the moment before they decided to pierce the earth. It made ghosts of the pine trees and turned the summer camp into a watercolour painting left out in a storm. And in the centre of it all, standing between a packed-earth volleyball court and a cluster of nervous kids clutching bronze weapons, was a war horse. The back half, anyway. The front half was a man, or something like one, with a beard that had p...
2025-09-10 22:19:27 +0000 UTC View PostThe title isn’t unfortunately for me at least, fortunately for all the fuckers that hate me and that I hate back isn’t wrong. I don’t like talking about stuff like that because it’s stupid, pointless and I’m in no need of pity but sometimes you have to do stuff you don’t like whether you like it or not.
I originally made the Patreon with the goal of posting once at least every day and for a moment, at the beginning for those who remember, I was succeeding. Broke my streak wh...
2025-09-10 22:15:24 +0000 UTC View PostIt felt like waking up from a dream and realizing it had been a waiting nightmare all along. Like slipping from one illusion into another, only to find the second one carried the shape of a cage. The kind you built yourself. The kind you whispered into being with hope and fear in equal measure.
I thought it would last.
I thought we were safe.
I lied.
Not to Michael. Not to Father. To myself. Over and over, until the lie grew teeth and curled beneath my ribs li...
2025-07-22 03:09:01 +0000 UTC View PostOkay, progress report. Targaryen edition. Because apparently, saving a city from itself and building a utopia from the ground up just wasn't enough paperwork. Now I had to deal with the messy, emotionally fraught fallout of two walking, talking symbols of a fallen dynasty landing on my doorstep. The surprise I had planned for the city tonight felt simple by comparison. Smiths? I could give them magic metal and a blueprint. Former slaves? I could give them homes, health, and language. But what...
2025-07-21 07:38:01 +0000 UTC View PostThis is a commission I was asked by one of my subscribers, Santana to write. Hope he and you like it. If some things seem inconsistent or weird; it’s most likely on purpose and for the story.
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A lie repeated by the earth becomes a god. A god denied by the sky becomes a grave.
I always felt as if I was never meant to be remembered.
My mother named me Nikolaos Petropoulos with the weight of ...
2025-07-19 08:12:56 +0000 UTC View PostThe seventh pair of wings still felt like a secret held too long, like an error waiting to be made, Like an unfinished breath trapped in my chest, waiting. It wasn’t pain exactly—but presence. A hidden chamber in a heart I had thought was complete. Another beat, another breath, another space where love and dread could nest side by side.
Time passed—measured not in minutes, but in starlight, in the laughter echoing through stars and the hush that followed it. It had been a while si...
2025-07-19 03:48:37 +0000 UTC View PostThe moon beneath him had no name. It didn’t need one. It was a place for silence.
The rings of the gas giant nearby turned slowly, trailing light like brushstrokes left unfinished. The light here wasn’t harsh or glorious—it was soft. It didn't demand reverence. It simply existed. Like him.
Michael sat there a while, wings folded tight, knees pulled in like a child watching something precious fall from a shelf in slow motion. His hands rested in his lap, but they twitched—j...
2025-07-18 05:26:49 +0000 UTC View PostWhat the title say
2025-07-18 02:06:34 +0000 UTC View PostOkay, report time. Again. Honestly, sometimes being the guy who actually cares about whether people are eating and not dying feels like signing up for an endless parade of meetings. Back home – my first home, in my past life, the one with wifi and existential dread about climate change instead of literal slavery – I’d have zoned out halfway through the first PowerPoint slide. Here? It matters. They matter. The faces staring back at me, eyes wide with this weird mix of reverence and terr...
2025-07-18 02:02:24 +0000 UTC View Post
The scent of night-blooming flowers hung thick in the air, stubborn against the creeping salt tang of the morning sea. I stood on the open balcony of the Red Tower, not the highest point in Astapor anymore – that honour belonged to Nemesis, my silver-barked giant piercing the heavens – but certainly the most poignant. Below me, the city breathed. Not the ragged, fearful gasp of its past, but a deep, contented sigh. Roofs of fired clay tiles, once crumbling, now caught the first molten...
The chalk dust hung in the air like it owned the place, floating through the afternoon sunlight that came through the academy's high windows. Outside, I could hear Konoha doing its thing, shuriken hitting practice logs, some guy yelling about grilled squid he was selling, the usual village noise. Inside the classroom, though? Dead silent. The kind of silence that makes your skin crawl.
The air smelled like old paper, dried ink, and something metallic I couldn't quite place. Fear, maybe....
2025-07-14 01:09:21 +0000 UTC View PostThe world dissolved. One moment, the Minotaur’s fist, a shaggy, stinking battering ram, was filling my vision, the stench of wet fur and rancid breath thick in my nostrils, the roar vibrating in my teeth. The next… silence.
It wasn’t just the absence of sound. It was the absence of everything. The pounding rain, the howl of the wind, the desperate thudding of my own terrified heart against my ribs – gone. Replaced by a profound, resonant quiet that hummed in my bones. My vision ...
2025-07-11 22:12:12 +0000 UTC View PostThis is a commission I was asked to write by Lothwolf. Hope he and you like it. Also, as I disclaimer, the author wants to say he has nothing against Poland and Polish people or Polish food or Anything metaphorically or literally or evocatively Polish
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This was pure bullshit.
Like, I’ve said that before—hell, I’ve lived by it—but this time it was...
2025-07-11 22:09:40 +0000 UTC View PostSunlight, warm and thick as melted gold, poured through the arched branches of the towering form of Nemesis. Not far away from where I was,
Sunlight, warm and thick as melted gold, poured through the arched branches of the towering form of Nemesis. Not far away from where I was, I could feel like a breeze, how Astapor breathed. Not the ragged, fearful gasps of its past, but a deep, contented sigh. Around me, the scent of jasmine and other good scented plants and flowers from the newly c...
2025-07-09 15:37:07 +0000 UTC View PostThe afterglow of exertion still thrummed beneath my skin. After the training, He took me. I won’t lie and say I didn’t feel anxious, that something would go wrong, that maybe I would have to answer questions I truly didn't want to, that maybe, in the end, truly nothing had changed and that as Helel who is supposed to become Satan, Lucifer, the devil was a fate impossible to avoid.
It was much more anticlimactic than I thought it would be. If anything, Father was ...
2025-07-08 05:02:02 +0000 UTC View PostThree billion years. The number still echoed because let’s be honest, a part of me still found it crazy that so much time had passed. It mad
Three billion years. The number still echoed because let’s be honest, a part of me still found it crazy that so much time had passed. It made me wonder if a similar amount of time had passed since the discussion Michael and I had with our Father.
Yet, here, in the pocket dimension Dad had crafted specifically for this, it felt like only m...
2025-07-08 04:59:32 +0000 UTC View Post
You would think eternity would bore you.
Three of us. Only three. In all the infinitude of being. Just Father, Michael, and me.
A strange number, three. Symmetrical in its imbalance, divine in its asymmetry. You’d think it would exhaust novelty by the first week. That we'd loop, begin again, fall into routine, repeat ourselves into madness like people trapped in cycles of clockwork and dust.
But no.
Every moment still tasted new.
Every blink of my eyes—ye...
2025-07-07 00:31:31 +0000 UTC View PostSparrows startled from rooftops. Rats froze in shadowed corners. Owls blinked in ancient trees. And above, a swirling vortex of black wings and sharp eyes – the unkindness of ravens I’d purposefully summoned.
Seeing through them.
It was… unbearable. Perfect.
My human senses recoiled, overwhelmed. The sheer volume of input – moonlight seen through a hundred different lenses, the rustle of leaves amplified a thousandfold, the scent of damp earth and pine resin l...
2025-07-05 04:37:41 +0000 UTC View PostHermes opened his eyes.
Not to the comforting darkness of unconsciousness, but to a world rendered in searing, agonizing clarity. Gold. Thick, molten trails of it carved burning paths down his cheeks, each droplet feeling like a branding iron against divine skin. They hissed where they struck the shattered earth beneath him, vaporizing sand into acrid smoke. The pain wasn't just physical. It was an absence, a yawning chasm ripped through the very fabric of his being. He could feel it. N...
2025-07-03 21:58:47 +0000 UTC View PostThe awareness I had of everything around me settled deeper inside dust motes in a sunbeam – soft, familiar. It was as if I existed like thrumming chord in the symphony of Creation made by my father, woven from purest radiance. Beside me, there was a resonance almost identical, yet… different. Michael. My twin. My brother. The love for him wasn’t learned; it was etched into the foundation of my being, as fundamental as the light we were born from. Absolute. Unquestioning.
But stars...
2025-07-03 04:43:56 +0000 UTC View PostThe awareness came not as a waking, but as a becoming. One moment, there was the consuming darkness of non-existence after the apple’s metallic kiss, the fading chill of Steven’s headstone against my spine. The next… sensation flooded in, vast and incomprehensible. Not sight, not sound, but a presence. An origin. A source.
Light.
It wasn’t the weak, filtered glow of a winter sun through cemetery pines. It wasn’t the harsh, artificial glare of a streetlamp on snow. This w...
2025-07-03 00:39:50 +0000 UTC View PostHonestly? Beating Hiroto Hyuuga felt good. Really good. Like finally scratching an itch that had been driving you crazy for years. Seeing that smug superiority crack, replaced by raw, sputtering fury? Pure satisfaction. But the consequences? I hadn't expected… well, this.
My room, was currently overrun by an infestation, a familial infestation. Cousins the original Ren had barely saw outside formal gatherings were sprawled on the tatami, laughing and shoveling down Aunt Fumiko’s inf...
2025-07-02 18:14:58 +0000 UTC View PostThe blue orb fell. Not with the thunderous roar one might expect of apocalypse, but with a dreadful, silent inevitability, like a tear shed by the universe itself. It swallowed the light around it, a sphere of drowned starlight and crushing pressure, aimed unerringly at Hermes and the skeletal figure of Thanatos beside him. Benthesikyme’s vengeance, cold and absolute.
So this is how it ends? The thought crystallized in Hermes' mind, sharp and cold as glacial ice. This is how I lose? 2025-07-02 03:29:01 +0000 UTC View Post