modern gods au

Modern angels

Angels smoking cigarettes off of balconies. They write proverbs on bathroom walls and sing hymns in the aisles of grocery stores.

Angels still filled with fury from before. They hold a grudge. They carry a knife. Their words are sharp and hurt worse than any blade ever could.

Angels with soft voices and hard eyes. Angels trying to fit in. They’re trying to erase the pain

Angels with wrists covered in runes, angels trying to speak in the tongues that used to come so naturally but this mouth just can’t form the words.

Angels you meet on the street. They touch your shoulder and you’re struck with lightning.

Angels filled with ideas. Their mind is buzzing. Covered in paint and chalk, you know they’re miles ahead of you.

Angels on their front porches, drinking sweet tea with a goddess. It’s nothing like ambrosia, but it’s close enough.

Angels with bloody noses and a smile. Angels who’re confused by this life. It’s not so black and white anymore.

Angels who speak with their fists and are close to none. Their Father has left them in the dust. No one can help them.

Angels holding their partners close while dancing. This life won’t last forever, so they wanna hold her tight while they can.



@reserve​ and i were talking about contemporary witch kylo on twitter dot com and we agreed a lot of it is probably just kylo buying too many crystals and trying to get hux to wear protective charms (and also kylo making up weird rituals to try to get hux to try new things in bed) ANYWAYS i really like the aesthetic

the golden twins ; apollo & artemis

« the sun and the moon. dearest brother and sister, opposites and incomplete. their love for each other is brutal, yet hidden under a veil of stars. they rarely agree on anything, really. one shining bright in the sky, the other guiding lost souls in the dark. but you know what they say about twins; they are two sides of the same coin. a golden coin. »


asked by mysteriousbooklover

king and queen; crown and sword; ruler and beloved. there were things looming in the underworld. souls amongst corpses and flowers amongst ruins. a somber kingdom built in cold bone and black ashes. it was often called « the kingdom where nothing was born », where light never dared to set a foot. well, that is, until persephone. because the day persephone set foot on this burnt bewitched ground, the day she held the ruler’s heart in her palm, almost burning at the warmth of her sun-kissed skin, a flower bloomed under her feet.”

Let's be honest: Grantaire wouldn't sing a sappy love song for Enjolras at a karaoke bar

Grantaire is leafing through the song book in a corner because he doesn’t want his friends to know what he’s going to sing. They all assume he’s prepared some romantic song for Enjolras. When Courfeyrac sneaks a look at the book and notices that Grantaire is searching for something in the Queen section, they start to make a bet all excited. What will it be? Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy? Breakthru? One year of love? I was born to love you? Enjolras looks away and pretends not to listen, but he’s blushing anyway and secretly yearning to hear that mysterious song.

Finally, Grantaire turn comes. He grabs the mike, steps up to the stage with a wide smile on his face and starts to sing wholeheartedly. It’s God save the Queen.


THE MODERN OLYMPIANS (females & males)

There is something dangerous about a teenage goddess. These abnormal, peculiar youths. One possesses a skilled tongue, silky and delicious, yet so dangerous, curled in a pool of poison. Another only wakes at the howling of her huntresses and another could make the world quake, her wit as her only weapon. One is beautiful and indispensable, she feeds the world with lies and burning ashes. Another tie souls to each other, leaving them to rot and decay together until only one survives and another became so sad and overpriced that she became something no one could receive, no one deserved. These girls were queens, rulers amongst men and feral beings that slowly learned, by the centuries, how to tame their darkness.

If I said I wasn’t proud of this, I’d be lying even though it’s an abomination.

Thank you so much to @likearootlesstree and the anon that asked the question referring to the toe socks.

Five Verbs (2/6) - To Take

A/N: Part 2 of a birthday fic for @amagicalship​! Carrie, I tried to include some of your favorite things here, like jealous!Killian and wet!Killian. Hope you likes.

Smut ahoy! Also… this chapter got long. My bad.

Catch up on Tumblr: [Chapter 1]          Or read it on AO3

To Take - Women in particular fall into the trap of believing that whatever someone gives you is what you’re going to get, but that simply doesn’t work. Sometimes you have to take what you want. It’s a matter of asserting yourself. Assertiveness helps you land jobs or promotions at the office, and it’s important in the bedroom as well. It involves a healthy sense of entitlement - that you deserve that promotion, that orgasm, to be respected, to be desired…

The sun had barely crested the surrounding mountains when Emma rolled her Beetle to a stop at the end of the dirt drive. This time she fully expected to see her new boss waiting for her on the porch, possibly even indulging in a bit of hair o’ the dog, but instead, all she found was a note tacked to the screen door in a surprisingly tidy, looping script:

Leave your bags in the house. Park around back. Meet me at the barn. -KJ

Straight to the point, but she couldn’t decide if that was reassuring or not.

She retrieved her single duffle bag from her trunk quickly. On her return, she noticed  a carved wooden placard above the lintel, tricked with gold leaf and proclaiming the place to be “The Jewel of the Range” - just as Jones had called it the day before. She wondered about the name. It seemed a bit grandiose for the man she’d met yesterday, like something out of another time, but who the hell knew? She wasn’t about to sit on his knee and ask for the story, even if his gravelly accented voice could make reading the phone book sound alluring. Dammit, Emma. Don’t start that.

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I have a modern mythology AU and omg I’m fucking obsessed.

• Pastel goth Hel swearing like a sailor and /this/ close to punching everyone in the fucking face and learning to love herself

• Indie musician Apollo who never knows wtf is going on, but loves his tiny angry chihuahua girlfriend

• Hermes being a third wheel

• Chubby Aphrodite who is super sassy but will probably stab you

• Calliope taking care of all her sisters bc she’s precious sun child

• Overprotective Demeter taking care of teen Dionysus bc Perseph ran away w/ her biker bf

• Hades trying to control 5'1" Persephone from fighting everyone

• Horus looks like Rami Malik and acts like Finnick

• Freya’s all-girl team of pro gamers

• Athena: law student by day, street fighter by night

• Amaterasu is a tattoo artist rooming with mute Chang'e

• Hestia running an apple orchard and being adorable af



Modern Aesthetics: Athena

“you are ten percent horror - don’t worry,

don’t worry, i’ve seen it.
you want to tear things apart,
watch them bleed and put them
back together again.

twenty percent of you craves that pain,
that sharpness that only you and your blade
can bring. you’ve pushed it down.
i know it’s hard. it’s okay. breathe for me.

twenty five percent of you is courage.
you don’t think you’re strong?
i’ve seen you take in that one more
breath when you’re sure it would be easier
just to stop. you can do this. i trust you.

fifteen percent is love, and you’ve
told me you love me, but i need to
hear it a few dozen times before
it starts to sink in. i love you,
honey, i’ve watched you
struggle and i’ve watched you
grow and i know you could
drown me, devour me with that

thirty percent is holy.
you claim you can’t see your
divinity, can’t feel it, but god,
i feel it every time i touch you.
you were made to be worshiped, darling,
and i’m happy to take up that task.” (x)

Sooooo apparently today is International Kissing Day (why this is a actual thing I have NO IDEA) and the only way to properly celebrate is with this prompt suggested by @shippingisprettyodd! Here’s some Lams + International Kissing Day for you! 

Alexander and Laurens had been friends for a few months now. Alex had often thought of, or, more accurately, dreamed of, dating John Laurens, but every time he thought of asking the freckled boy out, a pesky voice in his head always stopped him.

You’re lucky he’s even your friend. Don’t push your luck. 

So he never did. 

He’d resigned himself to the fact that he and Laurens would remain friends and he would watch his best friend marry some better looking and more emotionally stable boy, and he would be left to feign happiness for him because he wanted Laurens to be happy. He just wished it could be with him. 

But he didn’t have to think too much about all of that just yet. They were only sixteen, after all. Marriage was still a ways off. He had time to prepare himself for the inevitable loss. 

But it was hard to prepare himself for a loss like that when Laurens was walking beside him, shirtless, the freckles scattered across his chest distracting beyond belief. The two boys were walking down the street to the public swimming pool, where they planned to meet Eliza and Angelica, on a warm July day.

“Hey,” Laurens said, breaking Alex’s spiraling thoughts. “You know what today is?”

“Um… July sixth?” Alex said with a shrug.

“It’s International Kissing Day,” Laurens said, making a kissy face at Alexander.

Alex giggled and swatted Laurens with his folded up towel. “No way! That’s a thing?”

Laurens pulled out his phone and opened up snapchat. He pulled Alex close and took a quick picture of the two of them, which looked more like a blur than anything else, just so he could show him the filters. Sure enough, there it was. A filter for International Kissing Day. 

“Well,” Laurens smirked, one eyebrow cocked, “don’t you want to honor it correctly?”

“Honor what?” Alex said too quickly. He swore he could feel his hands beginning to sweat already. Laurens couldn’t possibly mean…

“You know what I mean,” Laurens insisted.

“B-but, um, since when do you even want to kiss me?” Alex blurted out, a deep red blooming across his tan face.

Laurens stopped and grabbed Alex by the shoulder, turning the smaller boy to face him. “Alexander Hamilton, I have wanted to kiss you since the day we met. But the more important question is, do you want to kiss me?”

“O-of course,” Alex stammered. He wanted to pinch himself to be sure this wasn’t a dream. It just had to be a dream. 

Laurens’ face lit up in a grin. His hand moved from Alex’s shoulder to his cheek, caressing the smaller boy’s face gently. As Laurens got closer, his eyes shut, but Alex’s stayed open. He wanted to see Laurens’ freckles up close. He wanted to be sure this was actually happening.

Laurens sighed a little when their lips finally touched, and Alexander, much to his surprise, moaned. This only made Laurens kiss him harder. Alex let his hands find their way into Laurens loose brown curls, absolutely loving how soft they were to touch.

Alexander finally shut his eyes, letting himself get lost in Laurens. More than ever before, he hoped to never be found.