#kallistcs

⸻'what an astute observation.' a peal of laughter slips from her lips as slender brows rise in amusement. paris has proven to be something of an enigma to her, perhaps not entirely down to his temperament, that was, she thought, easy enough to decipher, but because of the diverse storm of reactions his appearance seemed to bring out in others. he was a child of priam and hecuba and yet, so unlike the others whose blood they all shared.

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hera: zeus actually loves how independent and headstrong hera can be, and how unafraid she is to do what she thinks is best. even if it leads to conflict between them, he respects that agency in her a lot.

hades: his patience. zeus seriously admires how patient and forgiving hades can be, and the level of calm it leads to. it makes him quite easy to talk to and makes any conflict they have a lot easier to work through

demeter: her honesty. zeus loves that she will always tell it how it is, that she is open about how she is feeling (so he can help). she's reliably honest and he knows he can trust her for that reason <3

poseidon: his passion. as much of a nuisance as it can be, as much as poseidon's passion has caused issues for them, it is still incredibly powerful. when he cares about something, he does not pull punches, and as tough as it is being on the bad end of it, it's so rewarding to be on the good end.

Shipping is fun and I reject the weird disdain some people seem to have for it.

I've been roleplaying for a long time, but it wasn't really until tumblr I began to commonly encounter this odd elitism some people seemed to adopt about romantic or sexual shipping between characters. It's treated almost like a frivolous thing, and that if you were somebody who ships a lot, or had a big interest in it, you weren't a "real, serious roleplayer."

Don't get me wrong, I totally understand not being interested in some themes, or liking a variety of stuff to happen in roleplay, but the attitude towards shipping never really felt neutral, but instead like people shunned it. And the thing is, this attitude isn't anything new, but I was sad to see it be weirdly prevalent in a hobby I love so much. Romance media is often written off as silly, non-serious, and something to be embarrassed about consuming, especially if it's of the ~ spicier ~ variety, and I wonder sometimes if the shipping attitudes stem a little from that.

For a long time I would hide behind a veneer of "oh yeah I'm open to shipping but don't worry, I'm not one of those people who ship all the time". I treated it like it was something to hide, and I worried about having "too many" ships and that people would think less of me for it. I closed myself off and scolded myself if I saw potential for a ship. I feared approaching people, and it... sucked a lot of fun out of roleplaying for me.

I'll admit I'm sometimes still shy about approaching people, but I will be vocal now and say it loud: I love shipping.

I love throwing my muses at others and seeing what happens. Sometimes it's sickly sweet and disgustingly sappy, sometimes it's angsty and dark, and sometimes it's an utter trainwreck. I love it all though. Exploring the connections and dynamics, putting the relationship through trials, and yes, sometimes even writing the sexy bits. I enjoy it all, and I'm not ashamed to say it, and I want others to feel the same.

And at the end of the day, even if shipping isn't someone's thing, I believe RPCs would be better places if everyone just relaxed and stopped acting like what you write as far as themes makes you a better writer than others.

The stories, myth and reality muddle around his heels, almost but not quite like the eddies of water around his feet as he follows after Ganymede through the path in the riverbed. Some people have all the luck, and all the favor of the gods. Jury was still out if that was a good thing or not, but it is clear that there's at least some benefit to the gods liking you.

Damp silt and rocks lap up onto Nico's shoes, but it's better than what he would have gotten, crossing through a river like this on his own, and he makes sure to keep close to keep the water from flooding him instead. Because that would be his luck.

Eyes tick up to Ganymede's face as the darkness surrounds the both of them. He doesn't miss the nervousness of the other's expression, though, and he reaches into his backpack side pocket, pulling out a flashlight Will had given him a bit ago. Even if he was comfortable in the dark, Nico knows not everyone is. Flipping on the light, he makes sure it's pointing at the ground, or rather the riverbed so it doesn't blind the both of them, although it still casts a harsh shadow on Ganymede's face.

"I didn't realize what time it would be over here either," he says out loud, a self-conscious half-chuckle rushing out of his lips. "It's not like this trip was really planned at all."

And he falls into a contemplative silence as he listens to Ganymede's story, even as the blood starts to pound in his ears. Of course all demigods know the story of Achilles, how he was one of the greatest fighters of the Greeks and then was slain by something as simple as an arrow. Now he sometimes haunts the shores of the Styx, but all in all, he seems like he regrets his actions. But, Nico's never heard this part of the story before.

@kallistcs ⸻ ↳ 'all that i am and everything i'll ever be belongs to you.' | Paris & Helen.

Helen's  heart  stilled  as  he  spoke,  something  dangerous  thrumming  in  her  heart.  Her  eyes  shadowed  with  a  sadness  she  tried  to  hide.  She  knew  she  shouldn’t  feel  anything  for  him.  It  was  a  betrayal  of  everything  she  was  meant  to  uphold—duty,  sacrifice.  She  was  married,  and  she  had  a  beautiful,  beautiful  child.  And  yet,  despite  herself,  her  heart  had  already  surrendered,  pulled  toward  him  by  a  force  she  couldn’t  fight.  Helen  wanted  to  blame  the  gods,  but  deep  down,  she  knew  that  no  matter  what,  no  matter  who  she  was  or  where  she  was,  she  would  have  loved  Pâris.

❝   I  should  not  feel  this  way.  I  never  thought  I  could  be…someone  who  would  walk  away  from  all  she’s  ever  known.  ❞

She  loved  Sparta,  she  loved  Hermione,  and  in  some  ways,  she  genuinely  cared  about  Menelaus.  But  there  had  always  been  something  missing,  and  now,  she  knew  exactly  what  it  was.  Here  she  was  now,  willing  to  risk  it  all  for  Pâris,  for  her  freedom,  for  love.

❝  They  will  loathe  us,  they  will  curse  our  names.  ❞

@kallistcs gets a starter! ft. menelaus

It all feels so distant out here. Menelaus had wanted to see the countryside that Paris had spent his youth exploring, and the two of them had decided to take a trip for a few days just riding and enjoying being away from Troy's walls. It's what Menelaus has longed for since he'd arrived in Troy. Diplomacy is a charming excuse to be here, but it's not why Menelaus had traveled to Troy. In truth, he'd missed Paris. Time apart had not been enough to take the Trojan prince from his thoughts.

He admires Paris tending to their horses when he returns from gathering firewood, and leans against a tree for a moment just to take him in. It's a short-lived thing, though; he can't resist the urge to approach, and closes the distance between them after putting down the firewood so he can wrap his arms around Paris' waist. He presses a kiss to Paris' neck.

[ guide ] sender gently grabs receiver’s hand, making sure they won’t get separated. / I think this works regardless of who's grabbing a hand, so; little Adonis and Persephone? <o< hi @kallistcs

The gentle pressure of the young boy reaching for her hand, made Persephone smile, the boy may not come from her body, but she loved him no less.

"I'm coming, Adonis, I'm coming." The queen said, she still wore the wreath of flowers she wore as goddess of spring, but soon she would shed these markers of the world above and once again look like the queen that she was.