AncientCurrent-

A storm had passed through the mortal harbor, leaving wreckage scattered like bones. Poseidon walked through the ruins of ships and broken docks, seawater clinging to him like armor.
          
          When he saw the familiar shadow waiting among the driftwood, he only sighed.
          
          “Another soul lost to the deep,” he said. “I could’ve saved him.”
          
          His voice softened then — almost regretful.
          
          “But I suppose that’s your realm now. Tell me, Thanatos — does it bother you, knowing I take as many as you do?”

hellsovereign

/ here, have a cutie 
          
          SATAN appears before THANATOS , his crimson eyes widening .
          " oh my stars— it’s you ! " he blurts out , nearly stumbling over his boots .
          he clasps his clay tablets to his chest like a child clutching candy .
          " THANATOS ! the reaper himself ! i cannot believe this ! i’ve read so much about you , you’re practically the crown jewel of afterlife management ! "
          
          SATAN circles him with boyish excitement , hands fluttering in the air as if he doesn’t know what to do with them .
          " you have to tell me— do you actually use a scythe ? or is that just mortal propaganda ? oh ! oh ! and what’s your favorite soul to reap ? "
          
          he grins ear to ear , looking for all the world like a cosmic entity who just met his idol .

hellsovereign

@peacefuldeaths- 
            
            SATAN claps his hands together, the sound muffled by the clay tablets he still holds.
            " oh my goodness— both ? both please ! " he squeals, nearly bouncing on the balls of his boots. " may i ? may i ? "
            
            he holds out a trembling hand like a child asking permission to touch a relic.
            " i have so many questions— do you carry them for ceremony or for work ? do you ever polish the blade ? does it hum when a soul is near ? and the scythe— is it heavy ? does it sing when it cuts the tether ? "
            
            he leans in, eyes shining, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
            " also— if it isn't rude— may i interview you for hell’s library ? just a few notes. name, preferred reaping method, favorite memory of the harvest— i will carve it here and keep it safe. promise i won't pelt you with wrenches. "
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peacefuldeaths-

♱【  @hellsovereign 】 ☠︎︎
            
            /  /   i feel blessed to receive the cutie!! two cuties unite!! :3
            
            /  /  i am making it that hades has an association of sorts with satan, i hope that is alright!! 
            
            THANATOS was startled by the sudden appearance of the lord of hell,  in addition to SATANS excitement and joy, his purple eyes widening. “greetings, lord satan”
            
            upon seeing SATAN nearly stumble, the winged god of death reached out a hand to steady him, his touch gentle. “i am honoured that you have read about me,  i have heard lord hades mention you on occasion.”  he spoke, bowing in respect. “i do not believe that i am the crown jewel of afterlife management, but it is very kind of you to say so.”
            
            THAN would watch the way that the suited cosmic entity circled him with boyish excitement, his hands fluttering in the air as if SATAN was unsure or uncertain of what to do with them, the god of death tilting his head slightly. except for his family, ARES, and a few other gods and goddesses, THANATOS was disliked by many, perhaps even feared or hated, even though  beings, such as the keres and some of the other  children of nyx,  to a name a few, were endlessly more fearsome than he was. SATAN’S display of excitement towards him was uncommon, rare, and unusual for the gentle, calm, and peaceful god of death to experience. “i own a scythe and a sword, though i seldom use or wield them. there are other symbols that i am associated with. however, if you would like to see my scythe or sword, or both, i will show them to you. it is my duty, my purpose, to reap souls.”
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sufferinggod

/ hi, this whole account is goregeous and you're a beautiful individual

peacefuldeaths-

@sufferinggod 
            
            ♱    ☠︎︎     ཐི༏ཋྀ     /   /   i thank you kindly/sincerely, you just made my day!! ilysm bestie!!!! *hugs* but uno reverse card to you and all of your accounts!! you are a beautiful individual also, I feel lucky and blessed to have a friend like you!! i am so grateful that we met ♡
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bloodlustin

" you truly are something else ,  than , " ARES says fondly , reaching a hand and caressing the other man ' s cheek with a touch so gentle that it was if all war had left his body .
          
          " through the many eons we face , you are a constant reminder , " he says , his voice gentle and vulnerable , " that there is more to this existence than a constant fight ; that being peaceful is not weakness , but a privilege . "

kingofthedark-

@peacefuldeaths- 
            
            / aw, bb, it's ok!! take care of yourself, okay??
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peacefuldeaths-

@bloodlustin 
            
            ♱   ☠︎︎   ཐི༏ཋྀ  /  /   i’m so so very sorry that i haven’t replied/responded to this yet bestie  :”(  i will reply and such soon, i promise!! i adore our pairing of ares and than ♡  i am just going through some things currently </3 i’m also neurodivergent ((i have autism/i’m autistic)) being on the spectrum causes me to struggle with thinking of replies, interactions, starters, etc  :”(
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bloodlustin

@peacefuldeaths-
            
            ARES FELT THE FLINCH — the way THANATOS’ body went rigid beneath his touch, the echo of centuries-old chains still rattling in the god of death’s bones. it carved through him like a spear, not for what it said of rejection, but for the memory of suffering it conjured. gently, carefully, he stilled his hand against THAN’S chest, refusing to let the shame take root.
            
            “DO NOT APOLOGIZE TO ME, BELOVED. YOUR SCARS ARE NOT WEAKNESS. YOUR PAIN IS NOT A BURDEN.” his voice was low, steady, iron wrapped in silk. “I WOULD STRIKE SISYPHUS FROM MEMORY ITSELF IF I COULD. I WOULD RAZE HIS NAME FROM HISTORY UNTIL NOT EVEN THE GODS REMEMBERED HIM. BUT IF YOUR SCARS REMAIN, THEN LET THEM SPEAK ONLY THIS — THAT DEATH ITSELF ENDURED, AND STILL HE STANDS BEFORE ME.”
            
            slowly, he pressed his scarred brow to THANATOS’, fingers threading into dark hair as if to anchor him. “YOU OFFER ME PROTECTION. YOU SPEAK OF TALISMANS, OF HELLHOUNDS, OF YOUR FAMILY’S SHADOW TO WARD ME. BUT KNOW THIS, THAN — IT IS YOU WHO ARE MY TALISMAN. YOU, WHO SEE ME STRIPPED OF ARMOR, YET DO NOT TURN AWAY. YOU ARE MY SHIELD AGAINST ZEUS, AGAINST THE WORLD, AGAINST MYSELF.”
            
            then, with a reverence deeper than prayer, ARES’ lips brushed over the trembling god’s, not demanding, not claiming — simply sealing the vow spoken between scars. “I LOVE YOU. I ADORE YOU. I WORSHIP YOU. AND I WILL GO TO WAR WITH THE VERY SKY IF IT MEANS YOU WILL NEVER BOW TO SHAME AGAIN.”
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bloodlustin

" than ,  i stabbed someone –  can you cover it up for me ? "

peacefuldeaths-

♱【 @bloodlustin  】☠︎︎
            
            a slight frown became visible on thanatos’s youthful features upon hearing ares words, a faint sigh escaping his winged form, but his expression was soft due to the god of war calling him by his nickname. ares calling him than always had an effect on the god of death, always. “what did this someone say or do to upset or provoke you, ares?”  he asked, the gaze of his purple eyes focusing on the god of the war. thanatos wondered if the person ares had stabbed deserved it or not. “yes, i can cover it up for you. the person that you stabbed… have they already passed away or are they in the process of dying?”
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