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gudegudeland:
Super-inspired by this and since I only write for this fandom, I wrote a Gramander version. As per my trademark, it’s more foreplay of foreplay ;) Well, kissing, basically. Also, warnings for melting pot of mythology and religion
Unlike the previous ones, this year doesn’t drag on for Percival in the absence of his lovely wife. Some epidemic is occurring aboveground in which the humans are not dying due to a particular developed strain of virus that reanimates them upon death, and millions of poor, confused souls around the world are hovering between this life and the after, bringing chaos to the natural order.
Upon sensing trouble and receiving an update from one of his servants, Percival had personally left the Underworld to meet with Pestilence and ask what was the meaning of this—yes, this is what their reality has come to, the god of death (Greek to be specific, some pagan deities are very sensitive about these things) holding an urgent crisis meeting with a fucking Horsewoman of the Apocalypse. Pestilence had informed him that all she was responsible for was the fundamental virus itself, not the manipulation and mutation of it. Oh no, that must have been one of smaller fish out there, thinking it a fun prank to plant that idea in some human’s head. Americans, mostly.
“You know how it is these days, Hades—oh, it’s Percival now, right?” Pestilence corrects herself. “Free will and all, ‘you be you, I’ll be me’ boundaries. And humans, they were always a little special.”
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gudegudeland:
Super-inspired by this and since I only write for this fandom, I wrote a Gramander version. As per my trademark, it’s more foreplay of foreplay ;) Well, kissing, basically. Also, warnings for melting pot of mythology and religion
Unlike the previous ones, this year doesn’t drag on for Percival in the absence of his lovely wife. Some epidemic is occurring aboveground in which the humans are not dying due to a particular developed strain of virus that reanimates them upon death, and millions of poor, confused souls around the world are hovering between this life and the after, bringing chaos to the natural order.
Upon sensing trouble and receiving an update from one of his servants, Percival had personally left the Underworld to meet with Pestilence and ask what was the meaning of this—yes, this is what their reality has come to, the god of death (Greek to be specific, some pagan deities are very sensitive about these things) holding an urgent crisis meeting with a fucking Horsewoman of the Apocalypse. Pestilence had informed him that all she was responsible for was the fundamental virus itself, not the manipulation and mutation of it. Oh no, that must have been one of smaller fish out there, thinking it a fun prank to plant that idea in some human’s head. Americans, mostly.
“You know how it is these days, Hades—oh, it’s Percival now, right?” Pestilence corrects herself. “Free will and all, ‘you be you, I’ll be me’ boundaries. And humans, they were always a little special.”
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@funkzpiel @elenothar @thegaypumpingthroughyourveins
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