Welcome to my Labyrinth.
“I would not let a man who knew the value of nothing make me doubt the value of myself.” 🍷
(click the icon for the information of the muse.)multi-verse
mirrored lit | strictly ic
DMs open for plotting | selective to minorsLikes:
Cuddles, sweets, coke, wine, my kids, Dionysus, greek mythology, family days.Dislikes:
The hypersexualization of my characters and of minors, viewing my characters and others as commodities, being called a hag, cheaters, snitches, two-faced people, degradation, and god-modding.
FACE CLAIM:
Lee Siyeon
[DREAMCATCHER]
Full AU Name:
Ariadne Marithé Vina
Nickname: Aria
Emoji: 🍷
Birthday: October 1
Age: Unknown
Specie: Legacy | Goddess
Abilities: Lavýrinthoskinesis, Clear Sight, Transfiguration into basilisk form, Weaving, Mystiokinesis, Psychological warfare and manipulation, portal manipulation, Turning any liquid into wine, Archery, and Petrification.
Orientation: Panromantic demisexual
Operator's Corner:
do not follow if:
You're a DDS, Marcos apologist, toxic, doesn't use tw // on sensitive topics, not an RP account, any form of shaming, and if you're close-minded.
#B
93 liner OOC
Panromantic Demisexual
she/they
ISFJ
OP has ADD & clinical anxiety
Has a corporate job
in a relationship OOC
Nightmare:
I stirred slightly, feeling the warmth of Theseus beside me, but sleep still held me in its gentle embrace. The night air was cool, whispering through the trees like a lullaby, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, I was at peace. I had given up everything for him, my home, my family, my future, for love.But love is a fragile thing.He had woken abruptly. I did not see it, but I felt it, the absence of his warmth, the hesitation in his breath. Something troubled him. A dream, perhaps? A whisper from the gods?I wanted to reach for him, to tell him I was here, that whatever haunted him in sleep could not touch him while I was by his side. But exhaustion weighed me down, and I could not break free from my slumber.He moved carefully, gathering his things, his hands lingering near mine as if torn by indecision. Did he hesitate because he loved me? Or because guilt gnawed at him?Then he was gone.I awoke to the first rays of sunlight stretching across the sky, the soft hum of the sea in the distance. But Theseus was not there.I sat up, my heart pounding. Something was wrong.The beach was empty except for the ghosts of footsteps in the sand. His ship was nothing but a dark speck on the horizon, growing smaller with every crashing wave.He had left me.The realization hit like a dagger to the chest, sharp and unforgiving. My breath caught, my vision blurred. I wanted to run into the sea, call his name, to demand an answer. But he was already too far, carried away by winds I could not fight.Did he think of me as he sailed away? Did his heart ache the way mine did? Or had he convinced himself that this was fate, that he was merely obeying the gods?I wrapped my arms around myself, trembling. The gods had taken everything from me my home, my family, my love.And yet, as I looked at the endless horizon, I did not curse them.Love is a fragile thing, but I had loved.And that, at least, was real.
Morningstar
The heavens wept the moment he fell. The sky trembled, mourning his descent, and when he finally crashed into the Earth, a crater formed as if the world itself gasped at the loss of something divine.I felt it before I saw the rupture between realms, the echoes of celestial grief. I moved toward him, my steps silent, my heart steady."Leo?" I called softly, my voice a whisper against the wind.The fallen angel stirred at the sound, his wings shifting weakly, feathers disheveled and tainted with the remnants of his fall. He groaned, a sound so human and fragile that it sent a pang through my heart.His golden eyes fluttered open, dazed and unfocused. The sunlight blinded him briefly, but then clarity seeped in, and recognition bloomed across his face."What?" he murmured, his voice hoarse, laced with exhaustion.And then he saw him.I watched Leo's breath hitch, his body tensing despite the pain. His gaze locked onto the man before him, the one he had abandoned, Heavenor. The man whose mere presence made angels waver, saints question, and even the most righteous hesitate.Soft silver hair. A gentle yet sharp-fanged smile. Red eyes that glowed with something unspoken, something more profound than sin itself."Luci?" Leo breathed, and in that single utterance was everything—hope, devotion, longing.Lucifer nodded, a single tear escaping his cheek, betraying the emotions he desperately tried to conceal. He stepped forward, fingers threading through Leo's tangled brown locks, his touch hesitant and reverent."Y-You left," Lucifer whispered, voice tight with restrained emotion. "Why did you leave? Why did you sacrifice everything?"A weak chuckle left Leo's lips, though he winced immediately, hand instinctively clutching at his chest. "Isn't it obvious?" he rasped. "I couldn't s-stand living without you. Being in Heaven for eternity's meaning- less if I can't have you there with me."Lucifer turned away, blinking rapidly to dispel the tears threatening to spill. "You made a big mistake then," he murmured.Leo tilted his head slightly, his expression soft yet unwavering. "Hmm? H-How so?""You had everything," Lucifer said, voice barely above a whisper. "Everything you ever wanted up there… So why? Why would you throw it all away to be with me?"Leo's smile was faint but steadfast. "You're forgetting one thing," he said, eyes gleaming despite his pain. "I had everything... except you. And I couldn't keep living like that."Lucifer inhaled sharply."But I'm—""A demon?" Leo finished, amusement flickering through his gaze. "That doesn't matter to me. I love you for who you are. Even if you came from Hell."Lucifer finally turned back, and in a moment of rare vulnerability, he reached out, taking Leo's hand in his own. He held it close, grounding himself in the warmth of something he had once lost."Wow," he exhaled. "You must be crazy."Leo gave a slight, tired grin. "I'm not crazy. I don't wanna miss out on the man I love."Color flushed across Lucifer's pale skin, but he didn't pull away. "Well…" He swallowed hard. "The sacrifices you made… They must mean a lot to me if you gave up a life of peace and happiness to be with me.""Don't mention it." Leo squeezed his hand. "It's only a small price to pay for love."A breath of laughter escaped Lucifer's lips before he finally gave in, pressing himself against Leo, allowing himself—for the first time in an eternity—to bask in the warmth of something real."It's good to have you back, Leo."Leo sighed, his body finally relaxing, surrendering to the presence he had missed so desperately."I'm glad to be back, Luci."But then Lucifer's expression darkened, his voice laced with worry. "Is Eos fine?"Eos.The guardian angel. The one Leo had once watched over, protected, and cared for."She's in Diaboloca now," Lucifer continued before I could answer. "Lei can take care of her. I know she can."A mother's heart knows no peace when a child is missing. And though Leo was no child, he had become mine the moment he fell into my care on Earth, lost and wandering, caught between what he had been and what he was meant to be.I had searched for Eos ever since.And I would keep searching.For the sake of my fallen son.
Out Of Naxos
The city never slept, nor did Ariadne. Somewhere between the neon lights and the hum of an espresso machine, between the flickering candles of Diabolica and the rolling vineyards of her estate, between the roar of the ocean where Thalia ruled and the quiet lull of the Labyrinth where Silk spun her webs of prophecy, she existed—timeless, ageless, watching, waiting. Two thousand years had passed since she had been abandoned on Naxos, since she had lost Europa to the tides of fate and Dionysus to a curse crueler than death.This curse bound his soul to the fragile, mortal vessels of her lovers, each time forcing her to watch him fade, never remembering her, never staying long enough for her to tell him of their daughter.And so, she built a life out of eternity, weaving her own Labyrinth not of stone and shadow but of empire and legacy—Café Du Soleil, where the celestial and the damned drank side by side, where Leo, the seraphim, served redemption in porcelain cups, counting the souls he saved like beads on a rosary; Vina Airways, a mortal enterprise masking supernatural reach, ensuring safe passage for the inhuman among humanity; Distilleria Vina, where Marceline oversaw the alchemy of grapes into wine, some bottles laced with blood for those who required more than earthly intoxication. Within the walls of her mansion, surrounded by a vineyard that thrived unnaturally, she harbored creatures who had once been lost, forgotten, abandoned, as she had been, her children not of blood but of fate—Eos, the guardian angel, whose wings shimmered with the first light of dawn and whose protection wove itself; Lei, the succubus, who found power in pleasure and rebellion, turning Diabolica into a haven where mortals and monsters danced together in sin and freedom; Luna, daughter of Selene, whose magic pulsed in the fabric of the universe itself, a quiet, knowing presence at Ariadne’s side, her spells preserving secrets long thought buried; Dami, the werewolf, fierce yet gentle, guarding the threshold between myth and man, her presence a reminder that the wild could be tamed but never caged; Thalia, the siren queen, whose voice commanded the tides, her kingdom spanning the waters unseen by human eyes, yet she returned to Ariadne’s doorstep as if drawn by a force older than the gods themselves; Percy, the Gen Z demigod, a son of Poseidon who knew the weight of divinity but lived with the restless heart of a mortal, a contradiction Ariadne understood too well; Saoirse, the half-lambana child, left to her as an infant, now marked by Artemis herself, her laughter ringing through the halls like a melody from a past Ariadne could barely remember.And within the depths of her mansion, nestled in the twisting corridors of the Labyrinth, lurked Silk, the spider, ancient and knowing, whispering of things yet to come in threads finer than moonlight. Ariadne had built this world, this sanctuary, for those who needed a home.Yet, she remained untethered, caught in the cycle of yearning and loss, a goddess without a lover, a mother without a daughter, a queen of an empire that could never fill the void in her soul.Each time she allowed herself to love, to hope, the curse took him from her. Dionysus slipped through her fingers like sand, reborn in the body of another. Their love rekindled, only to be extinguished before it could genuinely burn. She could still remember how he looked at her, each time different, each time the same, never knowing who she was, never recognising the life they had once shared.And Europa—her lost child, her greatest regret—where was she? Whispers of a forgotten goddess, a daughter of both thread and wine, surfaced in myths and prophecies, but the world had long since buried the name Europa of Naxos, just as they had buried the truth of Ariadne’s pain.The night was quiet save for the soft hum of the vineyard, the distant murmur of the city, the echo of music from Diabolica, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee from Café Du Soleil. Leo worked late, his hands steady as he prepared another order, his golden eyes weary yet resolute. Across the room, Eos listened to a mortal’s troubles, her presence a balm, her existence a paradox—an angel among sinners.In the corner, a shadow shifted, Marceline watching with the stillness only the undead possessed. Outside, under the velvet sky, Ariadne stood alone, her fingers grazing the vines, her thoughts lost in the passage of centuries. The stars above were the same ones that had witnessed her abandonment on Naxos, the same ones that had looked down upon Dionysus as fate took from her repeatedly. And yet, she still searched. For him. For her. For something that would finally end this endless waiting.