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'Like Atlas held too much
I feel crushed under this love
'Cause with those nectar lips
And ambrosia hips
Boy, you've become my drug'
-achilles heel by j. maya

we are the descendants
of the wild women you forgot
we are the stories you thought
would never be taught.

they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life

-wild embers, Nikita Gill

━━in which valeria feyre di angelo had blood stained lips and silver ichor running in her veins. the gods feared her stomached rage and beguiling power, therefore tethering her to two powerful heroes to balance her power.

or

━━in which valeria feyre di angelo along with perseus achilles jackson and regulus arcturus black become the void, the eye of the storm in their fury and need for the god to see their wrong doing.