#hybris

I um…love her— anyway

I don’t know which parentage I like more for her, Nyx [& Erebus] or Dyssebia. Because I like Dyssebia because of domain relation, but also there ain’t squat about her.. So I just made her Hybris’ adopted mother for fun. And also get away with putting wings on her lol

Nyx has a lot of winged children- so why not give her impractical wings just because lmao

I mainly just wanted her to have an ever-playful/mischievous smile on her face. One that looks down on you always

[Nudity] Since this is an "ask" I felt obligated to partially censor it.

Hybris, goddess of hubris, reckless pride and arrogance.

It's finally official! 😁 My second book HYBRIS is ready to purchase online on kindle and on physical copy from Amazon.

In a not-so-distant future, a prestigious corporation rises to global prominence. The Elysian Company, celebrated for its advances in artificial intelligence, claims it is on the verge of reshaping humanity itself. Many are skeptical, after all, it isn’t the first corporation to make such promises, and it won’t be the last. Orestis and Calliope, longtime friends, have spent their lives working within Elysian’s polished walls, their days defined by routine and quiet resignation. But everything changes when the company begins testing its newest technology, not on random volunteers, but on its own employees. What starts as innovation becomes transformation. For better of for worse, only time will tell. One will slip free from the company’s hold. One will be pulled deeper into its grasp.

Teaser

Word count: 700+

Series mlist

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

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He tried not to look too long, as if your beauty was something dangerous. But, you were there, like the sun—a presence that couldn’t be ignored. He saw you in everything, even the spaces you left untouched. It was in the way your laughter lingered long after you were gone, your sweet scent he began to smell on his clothes, and your voice—an echo of a hymn he couldn’t shake. It was in the way you softened the harsh edges of his world, reshaping his deathly reality into something almost beautiful. 

You were like fire or perhaps the wind. You didn’t move with the perfection of something perfectly sculptured like a statue crafted of marble. Your grace was raw, powerful, and untamed. You weren’t flawless, but God, you were bright, vibrant, and alive—unpredictable in ways that left him unsteady on his feet. 

He told himself he wasn’t falling, yet every glance, every fleeting touch, and soft smile pulled him deeper into your orbit until there were no chances of him escaping your gravity. You’ve undone him, bit by bit, piece by piece. You were like the sun, he realized, and he was Icarus. He felt your pull, felt the warmth of your sunshine on his skin, and yet, he was powerless to resist.

“Y’know…” you look down, eyes fluttering. You reach for his hand hesitantly, your careful fingers sliding across the table, inching closer until they find his. He doesn’t pull away; instead, he remains stoic as he watches you, drinking you in like a glass of champagne. “I used to have a hard time thinking you were even real.”

His smirk—his stupid, insufferable, arrogant smirk. You hated it. You hated it almost just as much as you loved it. “You thought I wasn’t real?” He asks tone light and teasing. “What did you think I was? Your imaginary friend? A dream?”

You laugh softly, and the sound is barely audible. It was quiet, more vulnerable than you had intended. “Yeah… Something like that.” 

“Well, I can assure you,” he tells you, turning his hand, palm facing upwards. You slightly flinched at his movement, pulling away as if he burned you, even if the movement was careful and slow. You didn’t want to cross a line with him, always afraid of doing too much too soon, scaring him or perhaps yourself. But you eased, fingers moving closer to his once more when you realized he wasn’t refusing you. You trace the lines of his palm, brushing against the callouses on his skin. “I’m real. Real as real can get.”

Your smile is timid and saccharine. “You were just too much. Too loud, too bright, too you.”

Your touches were simple; soft grazes, hushed whispers against the skin. It's what you liked, what he liked as you treaded new waters. After years of warding off touch, hating just the mere thought of it, this was new for both of you. It was unfamiliar. Intimate in ways that words could never describe. Your shared touches carried a weight that neither of you could ignore—enough to make the soul quiver. He didn’t push or rush you, and you didn’t rush him. He let you come to him on your own time, in your own ways. He has yet to deny you, and he doesn’t think he'll ever have the strength to deny you.

He raises a brow. “Too much? Seems like you were just underprepared for all my greatness.” A moment passes, but you don’t look away. Your smile, soft and delicate, was almost too much to bear. 

For a moment, he feels like the old him—the one that could laugh at anything, reckless, untethered, and unburdened by the weight of power or the weight of duty or expectation. You were unshackling him, rendering him down to nothing but a man. Not a god, not a deity, a soldier, or a weapon. 

Just a man.

He used to find it insulting how you never tiptoed around him, never shied from his rashness or his cruelty hidden behind dark smiles. Rather, you danced with him—a careful waltz. At first, you stumbled; you moved one way, and he moved the other. There were moments when the music seemed too quiet, and the space between you two became too vast. However, hesitance became harmony; harsh steps became lighter, and your bodies grew closer as they spun, weaving together like threads of a tapestry.  

“Well, if you were—a dream, an allusion—you were the best thing I could have ever conjured up.” 

Three more today, Including the hope at the bottom of Pandora's box!

Hybris: Child of Nyx, Daimon of Hubris

Kharon: Child of Nyx, Ferryman of the Dead

Elpis: Child of Nyx, Daimon of Hope