IM NOT CRYING, YOU ARE!!!😭😭😭😭😭

Had to add tags i forgot and also, it can be any Poseidon because there are SOOOOO MANY good ones. Also to clarify, just in case, this is when Poseidon was like (not too be precise) like a young adult, 18 to 23 at least

A Muse's Death

( I always wondered if I would ever post any of my writing on here. That is if anyone would ever read it😅it always had scenarios of what it was like for the gods when a mortal lover died, especially when they were younger...so I wrote it. It is and was a roller coaster to write. I didn't make a name for the woman or design besides the eyes cause I couldn't think of a good one sorry )

Also the poseidon in this is based off of @neal-illustrator Poseidon but younger if that makes sense

(ENJOY)

At the beginning, when man and Gods were oh so connected, there was once love. The ocean, a bringer of life and beauty, could also be a harbinger of destruction and death. Even under all of that however, a young heart was present. A heart that bled, loved, and sometimes yearned.

A young woman, beautiful as the sun reflecting off of the surface of the cool ocean. Her eyes sparkled like gems in the radiant rays, lips as red as the succulent pomegranate. She had so much to be happy and grateful for. A loving Father and Mother, a thriving village, food and a home. But her young heart yearned for something she did not have yet; love. Someone to hold her, to share beautiful memories with, protect her and comfort her.

Everyday, without fail, she would visit the village's small Temple of Poseidon just off the beach. The young woman would speak to the God, bring him offerings with a smile and joy on her face, without fail. And everyday, without fail, he would be there. Listening, hiding in the shadows just out of her view. He did not want to scare the poor woman, as she had never truly laid eyes on him. Then, one day, he finally decided to reveal himself to this beautiful muse.

At first, the young woman was startled by the young man's sudden appearance. She had never seen him before, no clue as to this stranger was. His eyes were a striking bright blue, long brown braids framed his chiseled face, and a small beard adorned his chin. Their eyes met, and they gave a little smile to one another. She outstretched her hand to the young God, her eyes saying that she knew who he was. After a moment of hesitation, he took her hand and waited the Temple with the young woman.

The young God and young woman talked for hours, hand in hand, about themselves and anything and everything. Only when the moon hung above them in the heavens did they depart from one another. With a small kiss and a promise that they would see each other again, he returned to the duties of his domain. For two years, in between his duties and hers, the young lovers saw each other almost everyday. Each day was filled with new stories, adventures, and talk of dreams and plans for the future. As the seasons changed, the young lovers grew closer and closer. Everything seemed...perfect.

But as we all know, every beginning has an ending. And sometimes, it's not the happy ending we hope for I'm afraid dear readers

After a long 3 months of the young God's duties taking all of his time for his beautiful muse, he finally made his way to her village. On the journey there, the God passed a ship with men loudly celebrating a recent victory. They had many spoils to bring back to their homeland. However, some of the spoils caught the young God's eye. It looked familiar in some way to him. It was at that moment that one of the boisterous men held up a clay vase in victory. The art on the vase was unmistakable, it was from his muse's home Temple.

He raced across the water's surface, his breath catching in his throat. Voices began to ring through his mind.

What have they done? Why did I stay away? You're not going fast enough Poseidon, GO FASTER!

The young God's heart stopped as the sight before him unfolded in his mind. Fire, destruction, death everywhere he looked. The once thriving village was now nothing but ruins and a waste land. The smell was sickening, and the silence deafening. He ran through the rubble and carnage, tears filling his eyes as he searched each person's face. It had already turned to night fall, the roaring fires helping to illminate the gruesome sight. His heart raced with every step he took, and with every face he saw, the voices grew louder.

Where is she?

His eyes darted, blurred from the tears threatening to escape, then stopped in shock. The young God's gold blood run cold as a trail of blood became clear in his vision. The voices were thunderous now.

No, please...

His breathing hitch as he ran, following the trail.

Please, not her.

The Temple came into view as he stopped. It had been desecrated beyond recognition, vases and offerings were destroyed and thrown in all directions. The trail led into the now destroyed temple. A faint light emitted from inside, a single lit torch remained on the wall. As he stepped into the doorway, his breath halted as the same tears he held in ran down his cheeks.

No no NO!!!

Illuminated by the single untouched torch, there laid his muse. She was reaching for the ocean, her hand outstretched onto the floor as the pool of blood made a dark abyss underneath her. Her body, once full of life, now laid bare, degraded, bruised and full of holes. The young God's body shook as sickening sobs left his body.

"This can't be true! No please wake up! "

He held her close, shaking her endlessly while he begged, pleaded even, for her to wake up. His chest was tight, he couldn't see straight, this wasn't the same pain as his father gave him. What was this?

"What is this?! Why does it hurt?! Wake up please!! My muse, please!!! "

His sobs and pleads were unheard as it echoed throught the empty village. He held her tightly, not wanting to believe that she was really gone. He looked into her eyes, the life gone from her beautiful eyes. A new voice entered the young God's mind.

They must BLEED, they must BURN...

The God's sorrow changed into a burning rage. His heart, now as black as the deepest depths of his domain, a raging fire stronger than the ones outside. He laid his muse down, placing one last kiss on her lips, now blue and cold. The voice rung again, this time a little louder as the young God stood.

Make those pigs BLEED

He stepped out of the Temple, glancing one last time at the young woman. Tears still fell from his eyes, but now he felt numb. He stepped into the water, his body changing as he went in deeper. His eyes burned bright blue, his body as black as the shadows, and monstrous claws sprung from his fingers. He slung below the surface, racing to where the vessel was last seen.

They took her from you

The ship came into view, a fire now lit on the vessel as the sound of celebration still rung in the air.

Your muse

He raced closer to the vessel as the voice became louder

They BEAT her

MURDERED her

DEGRADED. HER.

He grit his teeth as he lifted out of the water, the side of the sickening vessel only inches from him. Time seemed to stop around the young God. The voice spoke again, only this time, more sinister.

Are you going to allow that, Oh Powerful King of the 7 seas, Oh Lord Poseidon?

No. He would not. The young God erupted from the black ocean, his body growing to monstrous sizes, almost reaching the heavens themselves. The ocean roared and tossed as the God readied his trident, storm clouds forming in the skies. He looked down on the vessel, the once joyful men now frozen with fear plastered on their faces. He felt nothing as he swung his sharp claws and bludgeoned the ship with his trident until nothing but bodies and wreckage was left.

As he stood there, looking at what he had done, an uncontrollable sobs left his body as he fell to his knees on the surface of his ocean. The rain fell harder as the God's body shook and jolted with every sound that escaped him.

"They will NEVER hurt me like this again. " He looked out at his domain, the water now slightly calmer. "They WILL respect me, and they will FEAR me. " His rage needed to be known. These nuisances would never hurt him again. "This is the last time you foolish mortals EVER TAKE ANYTHING FROM ME!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I AM POSEIDON, KING OF THE 7 SEAS, EARTHSHAKER, AND I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!! "

Omg it makes so much sense now

I always had a crush on Kaylie from Quest for Camelot.

Introducing the underrated version of “if you had a crush on this character when you were a kid you’re gay now”

I'm just going to be reading these from now on

Hi Shana! I'm a big fan of your work, especially your Gods and Monsters series! Speaking of, can you do a bit on Nike please? Only if you want to of course! Keep doing what you're doing and have an awesome day!

Styx knows Ares needs help.

Hades knows this. Charon knows this. Persephone knows this.Icarus knows this. Athena, Hephaestus, Aphrodite, Hera, Artemis and Apollo knowthis. Possibly everyone who’s not Zeus knows this.

But there’s only so much any of them can do.

Hades and the underworld is always a place that he can cometo, a place for him to rest. Ares will go to his brother’s volcanoes and soakhis aching muscles in the magma, Artemis finds him on the battlefield, Apolloplays him to sleep, Hera turns the tide of wars by whispering in the ears ofmothers and wives, but it’s not enough.

There’s so much war in the lives of mortal men, and Aresstruggles to shoulder it all, to endure it all.

Athena had helped the most. Having another war god to sharethe load helped, and it’s not like Athena is displeased with her increase infollowers. But the wars didn’t stop, or even end more quickly, and if theyweren’t all praying to Ares they were still praying for aid in war.

Styx wants to do something to help. But she’s tied to thisriver, to this place, and she doesn’t mind, exactly, except of course for whenshe does.

That’s okay. The underworld is where everyone ends up oneday, and there’s someone right here who can help her.

She’s not afraid to go into Tartarus. Her river flows even there,and unlike those who are imprisoned there, she can leave whenever she likes.But just because she’s not afraid doesn’t mean she likes it, doesn’t mean it’sa place she goes often.

The edges are lined with active volcanoes, and the light oftheir magma is all there is to see by.

Those titans who retain their sanity, their personhood, arein the center of Tartarus. Those on the edge are more monster than god. Theytend to eat every soul that they find that’s less powerful than they are, andStyx wouldn’t say she’s less powerful, but she is differently powerful, and shedoesn’t want to have to call out for Hades to save her.

She can’t die. She is the space between life and death, but beingconsumed by a titan isn’t something she wants to experience regardless.

Unfortunately for her, the titan she needs isn’t the type tohang around the center of Tartarus, not causing trouble. He’s right on theedge. He’s always looking to cause trouble.

Pallas is large even for a titan, standing at the sameheight as a giant, so big that Styx could stand in the palm of his hand. Hisskin is mostly intact, but it’s stretched taught over his bones, and his mouthlooks like it’s filled with jagged glass rather than teeth. “What does thegoddess of the river of the dead want with me?”

His breath comes out putrid and rotten, like something diedin it. Probably several somethings did. She wrinkles her nose. “I need tocreate a person, and I want your help to do it.”

Keep reading

Antimatter:

“Why do I hear boss music”

OMG Theyre so cute!!!

I don’t even know what to do. 

via: _emilyoram credit: @bertiebertthepom

Hoomans, let mes tell yous bout me best friend

Meet Nova The German Shepherd And Pacco The Ferret, That Are The Unlikeliest Of Best Buds .

My cats an asshole so this has never happened

Why does team skull remind me of my friends in high-school

Word.

I think they missed one wheres snake??

eurymachus' character description in e. v rieu's glossary is so funny to me sorry. just "hypocrite" out of nowhere 😭

thigh riding || hq!! captain edition

warnings; +18, smut, dirty talk, swearing, heavy degradation, heavy praise, daddy/sir kink, spanking, choking, edging, mentions of jealousy + possessiveness (nsfw below the cut!)

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he would tease the absolute fuck out of you, no question about it. he likes to watch as you grow more and more flustered until you snap.

Kuroo loves hearing you beg for it until you’ve got tears in your eyes. he wants you completely destroyed as you whimper and whine for only him.

just a bit harsh but it makes the reward so much better

****

Blaring music and the sound of chattering people bounce all over the dim club. The aroma of alcohol hung heavily in the air. But all of those senses became focused on Kuroo as you got pulled onto his lap.

His cologne hit you immediately, a dark woody scent that reminded you of home. Calloused hands began to trail all over your body.

The slinky red dress you wore was now hiked up, barely covering your ass as you rest in between his clothed thigh. Facing the crowd while your back was towards your boyfriend felt so vulgar yet exhilarating. His breath tickles your bare shoulder blades, “How’s my pretty kitten doing?”

You hum a “fuck” in response, already starting to steadily rock against him. His hand pushes you down gently, forcing the upper half of your body casually rest against the glass table. “Keep going,” the growl that emits from him sounds dangerous.

It sends a jolt as you continue to work. His thigh brushes just right on your sensitive nub, causing sparks of pleasure to stir inside you. It felt so good you bite your lip, struggling to hold back any noises.

Strong hands grip your waist, constraining your movements completely. Whining in protest, you whip back to glare at the smug smirk plastered on his face, “Now now kitten, you know I want to hear those sounds. If you’re going to be a quiet girl- I don’t want it.”

“Y-yes sir,” moaning out while his hand digs it’s way into your hair, tugging softly.

He grunts approvingly as you continue to chase your high, tuning out the bright lights and loud voices.

“Look at my little slut.” he cooes, pulling your hair again. “Your filthy cunt is dripping for me kitten. So fucking needy tonight.”

“So m-much sir,” you admit breathily. God, the way he flexed his thigh hit perfectly on your clit. Wanting more, you rocked even faster, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten.

“Ah- someone’s greedy. We can’t have that, now can we? The only time you’re coming tonight is when I’m inside you kitten.”

he only needs to hear your words of praise and he will quite literally melt into your hands. Tooru takes your compliments to heart, especially in the bedroom

if you stay silent, well you’ve unleashed the beast (which you tend to do purposefully anyway)

has to resort to spanking because he’s so desperate to hear those gorgeous sounds tumble out of your mouth

****

“Angel~” your boyfriend calls out, squeezing your thighs affectionately. Tooru had forced you to watch a volleyball game on television with him because he ‘needed the support’. But in all seriousness he just wanted a reason to cuddle with you.

Sighing, you turn around on his lap so you face his stupid grinning face. He gives you a pouting look, “Don’t be mad at me! Your face gets all scrunched up!”

Without missing a beat, you punch his arm, “Ow! Y/N you’re so cruel.” His sarcasm only encourages you, sticking your tongue out at him. He doesn’t pick up on the teasing, once again too focused on the game to spare you a glance.

Now feeling even more annoyed than before, the gears in your brain began to turn. Luckily, you knew a solid plan to really get him to look. Slowly wrapping your arms around Tooru’s neck, you bury your face in the crook of his neck, giving him small love bites. He didn’t bother to say a word so you decide to go for the final move.

Carefully settling yourself on his thigh, you began to grind lightly, your shorts making the wonderful feeling even more euphoric. A strangled gasp escapes him, hands automatically finding your ass, grasping at your skin for more. “Mhm angel- what’re you doing now?” he murmurs, eyes still glued to the TV.

To make matters worse, or better in your case, you decide to give him the silent treatment as ride his leg. Still suckling on that special spot below his ear has him turning into a moaning mess.

“Fuck!” he groans. “Say something angel- anything.” You could hear the annoyance in his voice growing as his nails dug into your bare skin.

Your continued quietness made Tooru snap. His hands left your ass, moving to your shoulders so he could pry your face from his neck. His face screams of disapproval as his thumb drags over your bottom lip, “Y/N dear, use that mouth of yours before I stuff my cock with it. Let me hear those pretty words from your mouth.”

Your eyes dart away, a whimper caught in your throat. “I know you want to angel, but now,” he pauses, caressing your face, “I have to do it for you.”

A loud slap followed by a harsh sting imprints on your ass. You cry out, flinging yourself onto your boyfriend again. “Such a good little angel,” he purrs darkly, slapping it again.

Small whines escapes your lips as you move steadily against him, taking each hit with more dirty words. The sharp pain only made the urge to come even stronger, “Please Tooru I need you in me! Fuck, I want to feel your cock!”

He pats your butt lovingly, rubbing it with care, “There it is. Now, tell me exactly what you what.”

he gets kinda jealous, but he’d never outright admit things, he’ll just show you

and Toshi loves to hear you tell him you belong to him. it gives him a sense of reassurance and turns him on-

edges you to your fucking limit !! god, he’s such a sadist too, wants to push you past your breaking point

****

Strong hands cling to your waist, hot breath hits your skin. It was almost too much to handle yet you need it, all of it. All of him. “Who does this pussy belong too?” his stern words ring out.

Tingles bounce around in your stomach as you tried to move your hips against his thick leg. “You! It’s yours Toshi!” you whine eagerly.

The two of you had gone out for a walk and bumped into an old friend of yours. You had gotten into a deep conversation with him while Toshi remained stoic on the sidelines, not wanting to join the conversation but unwilling to leave.

He happened to be a little too touchy for Wakatoshi’s taste, so this is where you had ended up; laying on the bed with your boyfriend cradling you from behind, his leg pushed up inbetween yours, just barely brushing your aching nub.

He growls against your neck, biting your earlobe, “That’s right. Go ahead little pet, pleasure yourself on my thigh.”

“I want more- I want you!” you admit, grasping the bedsheets with tense hands.

As if starved, you grind on his thigh impossibly fast, your legs tremble violently. “Toshi I-“ you choke out, clinging to the bed blindly.

Suddenly, his leg left the spot, forcing the high to dissolve. “Why?! I want to come~” you moan, tears pricking your eyes.

His hand crawls around your waist, pulling you tighter against him, you could feel the large bulge aggressively poke your ass.

“Naughty pets don’t get to come right away. No- I have to keep you on edge so you can learn your lesson,” he murmurs against your skin. You were practically writhing on the spot, trying to create any friction just to feel something.

The coil in your stomach disappears and his leg was moved back to its original spot. “Now,” he commands. “I want to see you cry for me.”

definitely a much softer dom, likes to just watch you do your thing when it comes to thigh riding

showers you in praise and compliments at every little thing you do! and he’s extremely noisy in bed (which is a plus tbh)

Bokuto loves to touch all over you while he watches, not even in a teasing manner, just to make you feel even better

****

The car door slams shut, “Hey hey babygirl!!”

You smile to yourself as Bokuto spots you lying in the backseat. “What’re you doing back there?” he questions cheekily, a big grin on his face. Shrugging you say, “Just wanted to see what the backseat felt like.”

His throaty chuckles makes your heart skip a beat. Bokuto clambers over the cars console to the back, flipping you over while you squeal in feigned protest. You straddle his lap while he looks up at you, face full of excitement, “Huh, it is pretty nice back here.” Rolling your eyes, you shift your body onto his thigh, wanting something more than just playful banter.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” he tells you dreamily. He gazes up at you with such adoration it makes you blush, his hands delicately wander over your curves. “I wasn’t aware,” you tease him, hands moving up his broad chest.

“You want to do this?” he cups your face. You nod without another word, moving your hips against his muscular thigh. “Babygirl you feel so fucking good. You’re doing such a good job riding me.” he mumbles, petting your head.

His large fingers ghost over your hardened nipples, twisting and pulling them gently. He loves watching your face contort in pleasure, the way you grind just a little harder when he hits a sensitive spot. Bokuto could watch you unravel in front of him forever. “Look at my girl,” he admires. “Can’t get enough of me can you?”

You moan out a meek “fuck yes Bo” as you get closer to your end. You could feel the knot tightening in your stomach. Bokuto’s breath fans across you as he continues to whisper sweet words over and over. His hands touch all of you, wanting to show every square inch of your body the love he has for you.

“Come on babygirl,” he groans out, grabbing your hips to guide you against him. “Come for me. Do it for me.”

this man is a switch but also hardcore daddy, loves to be in control but will let you take the lead every once in while

if he had a rough day, you are in for a long night! loves to degrade and talk dirty during the ;) 

but Daichi’s also extremely communicative and knows your limits

****

Rough brick scrapes against your skin. The air was humid, enveloping both you and Daichi. His hand wrapped around your neck like a beautiful piece of jewlery, delicate but deadly. 

Quickly sliding his thick leg up, he parted your clenching thighs with his knee, brushing it against your slit. A sobbing moan passed your lips as your eyes flicked to his lustful stare. “Fucking slut, all wet for me in a public alleyway,” he whispers against your collarbone, biting it lightly. “You’re soaking princess.”

His hand slides down past your skirt to your slick hole, swiping it before his limb resurfaces in front of your face, “Open up.” 

“D-daddy,” you whimper but he shoves two fingers into your mouth before you can protest. Your tongue swirls around the digits, earning small grunts from your boyfriend. His knee hikes up more in approval, signaling you to start moving.

Your sounds vibrate against his fingers until he pulls them out with a satisfying pop. He releases his hand from your neck, starting to grip your chin, his dark eyes searching yours. “Are you crying for me princess?” his words are mocking, but the condescending tone only makes you whine for more as you grind your hips quicker.

“Desperate aren’t you? So eager for Daddy’s dick you can’t even talk, fucking whore.” he accuses, nipping at your earlobe. His free hand roams over your tits, tweaking your nipples as you moan breathily. It was all so much for you to handle and he loved every ounce of it. 

Daichi grinned inwardly as he felt your legs shake. He watched with excitement as drool dribbled out of your mouth, trailing down your chin. In one single motion, his tongue stuck out, cleaning it off of you. He hums, kissing you sloppily.

Grabbing onto his shoulder for support you stutter out, “I-It feels so Daddy! B-but what if someone c-catches us?” His dark chuckle sends a wave of pleasure through your throbbing cunt, “Then they can watch the show.”