𝓒UPID'S CALLING જ⁀➴♡ 𝔀elcome to paradiso ! a masterpost
❝ My name's Cupid. Like, actually Cupid. My mother saw me, all slimy and grimy and wrinklyyy as a baby and decided to name me Cupid. I was made for Reality TV- like come on, Cupid Voss, hosting a dating show? You cannot write this. My mom either had a vision or a very specific sense of humor and honestly I've never asked because I don't want to know. But I mean- my mom had always been a visionary.
Look, I’ve been doing this for six seasons now. Six. Whole. Seasons. I have literally watched people fall in love, fall completely apart, and fall face-first into the absolute worst decisions of their entire lives—just to come back next year as a Siren. Like, embarrassinggg. I’ve read texts out loud that single-handedly ended situationships. I’ve watched a grown-ass man cry actual TEARS into a pool because a girl he’d known for a whopping three days chose someone else. I have seen some things, okay?
And you know what, fuck- I still love this job more than anything.
People always ask me—Cupid, don't you feel bad? Cupid, don't you feel like an ass? Like, stirring up drama, sending the texts, dropping in chaotic new arrivals the second everyone finally gets comfortable? And my answer is genuinely, 100% no. Not because I’m heartless—like, helloooo, I’m the opposite of heartless, I’m literally named after the concept—but because I actually believe in what happens here. Not the messy drama part, but the other thing. The real stuff underneath it all, when people finally stop performing for the cameras and start actually meaning it.
That’s what I’m here for. The exact moment it gets real.
Everything else? Just good ol' television. ❞
Somewhere between the Aegean sea and the sun, there's a villa tucked away on the cliffs of Paros. Ten islanders. One summer. Countless ways to break a heart.
Paradiso is where love comes to be tested — by temptation, by choice, and occasionally by Cupid. The days are long, the nights are longer, and nobody leaves the same way they arrived.
જ⁀➴ ♡ 𝓒astaway Cupid Terminology
(cut in from the author behind it all: LMAOO so basically Castaway Cupid is indeed Love Island but kindaaa greek mythology/greek themed - any suggestions/critique is HIGHLY welcomed. and i apologize in advance for any broken english/phrases utilized wrongly because english is genuinely not my first language but it also is, the thing is- i don't speak my supposed my mother tongue very well, i speak English better than i do my mother tongue- but it would also be bold of me to say I'm a native english speaker. and i wanna also apologize in advice again, because i feel like my writing might give off Ai vibes cs I do put in more effort into making sure everything is right. so in between broken english and proper structure, im basically split like kenzie doing the clam slams. anyways, i'm rambling.)
Paradiso — the villa. Home for as long as Cupid lets you stay.
The Islanders — the cast. Every last one of them convinced they're the main character.
Sirens — new arrivals who enter after the season begins. Just when everyone gets comfortable. (LI translation: Bombshells)
Cupid's Calling! — the call that changes everything. When Cupid's ringtone chimes in the villa, nothing good is coming — but something interesting always is. (LI translation: "I got a text!")
The Altar — where recouplings happen. Ceremonial, deliberate, and permanent until it isn't. Think twice before you speak here. (LI translation: The Firepit)
Recoupling — the moment islanders choose (or re-choose) their partner. In front of everyone. With no take-backs.
Cupid's Den — a private retreat Cupid grants as a reward. An honour, a privilege, and occasionally a trap. (LI translation: The Hideaway)
The Exile — elimination. You don't get voted off in Paradiso. You get sent away. There's a difference, and the islanders feel it.
Temptation Bay — the mid-season split. Two houses. New faces. Old feelings. Everything you thought you knew about your partner, tested. (LI translation: Casa Amor)
this isn't just your regular fanfic. you guys actually have a say in this.
Castaway Cupid is an interactive fiction story told entirely through this blog. Every major decision like who MC couples with, how she responds, what she does when things fall apart...is decided by you, through polls!
Each episode is posted as a written story update. At key decision points, a poll goes up. The majority vote determines what happens next. Once a poll closes, the story moves forward and there's no going back.
Your vote matters. The islanders' fates are genuinely in your hands.
Cupid just enjoys watching you figure that out. ʚ❤︎ɞ
➸-`♡´- issued by Cupid herself.
I. All islanders must be coupled at all times. The uncoupled are vulnerable. The vulnerable are exiled.
II. Recouplings happen at The Altar. What is said there is said in front of everyone.
III. When Cupid calls, you answer. No exceptions.
IV. New arrivals may enter at any time. Comfort is a privilege, not a guarantee.
V. Temptation Bay will come for everyone eventually. What you do there is between you, your conscience, and Cupid.
VI. There are no secrets in Paradiso. Only things Cupid hasn't revealed yet.
Meet your OG 10 here before everything falls apart. 💔
Questions, confessions, gossip — Cupid's inbox is always open.
Send them in here!
Castaway Cupid is a poll-driven interactive fiction. Updates are posted episodically. Track the story here on my Tumblr blog. Likes, reblogs and comments will and are very much appreciated <3
REMINDER! Voting for MC's job and personality closes in a week before Episode 1.
Can't wait to see you guys when Episode 1 releases, take care until then! ʚ❤︎ɞ
