Khrysothemis
@amarktwo.gunmetolymp.us
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Khrysothemis
@amarktwo.gunmetolymp.us
· Nov 6
Prometheus' gift,
small, flickering in
vast, eager darkness.
Each step
in trepidation, fear.
Still, to press on,
worthy or not,
the gift must live.
small, flickering in
vast, eager darkness.
Each step
in trepidation, fear.
Still, to press on,
worthy or not,
the gift must live.
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Just under 6 days left and we already hit 10k! I’m honestly kind of tearing up right now because now i won’t have to worry about money for a little bit. Thank you so much to everyone who has supported us so far 💛
itch.io/b/3364/poiso...
itch.io/b/3364/poiso...
November 24, 2025 at 5:45 PM
Just under 6 days left and we already hit 10k! I’m honestly kind of tearing up right now because now i won’t have to worry about money for a little bit. Thank you so much to everyone who has supported us so far 💛
itch.io/b/3364/poiso...
itch.io/b/3364/poiso...
From Garden
to lacuna
to Sappho,
joy written
in fugitive script.
I smile,
hold close,
indulge the lie
of perdurance,
feel the winding
toward terminus:
that green,
hungry place,
the Garden maw,
its call, inexorable,
promising an end
to transience.
to lacuna
to Sappho,
joy written
in fugitive script.
I smile,
hold close,
indulge the lie
of perdurance,
feel the winding
toward terminus:
that green,
hungry place,
the Garden maw,
its call, inexorable,
promising an end
to transience.
November 24, 2025 at 4:47 PM
From Garden
to lacuna
to Sappho,
joy written
in fugitive script.
I smile,
hold close,
indulge the lie
of perdurance,
feel the winding
toward terminus:
that green,
hungry place,
the Garden maw,
its call, inexorable,
promising an end
to transience.
to lacuna
to Sappho,
joy written
in fugitive script.
I smile,
hold close,
indulge the lie
of perdurance,
feel the winding
toward terminus:
that green,
hungry place,
the Garden maw,
its call, inexorable,
promising an end
to transience.
A resplendent green, there are some mark two that carry the hue in their eyes~
Sphagnum Moss Sphagnum Moss sphagnum moss sphagnum moss sSphagnhm moss sphagnum moss. Yayayayayayaya moss sphagnum moss I love you sphagnum moss. No baby is good baby unless baby is sphagnum moss
June 26, 2025 at 8:55 AM
A resplendent green, there are some mark two that carry the hue in their eyes~
Ink blooms beneath skin,
verdant testimony, rooted deep,
while canvas prayers dissolve,
bleeding scarlet into black.
She creates for eyes that hunger,
burns offerings for her own famine,
caught between the flowering,
and the falling.
verdant testimony, rooted deep,
while canvas prayers dissolve,
bleeding scarlet into black.
She creates for eyes that hunger,
burns offerings for her own famine,
caught between the flowering,
and the falling.
Gunmetal Olympus oc time hooray! Surprise to literally no one that I made an artist devoted to Dionysus 🤭 find her here -> @melpomene-arts.bsky.social
#oc #ocart #art #artist #digitalart
#oc #ocart #art #artist #digitalart
May 22, 2025 at 12:02 PM
Ink blooms beneath skin,
verdant testimony, rooted deep,
while canvas prayers dissolve,
bleeding scarlet into black.
She creates for eyes that hunger,
burns offerings for her own famine,
caught between the flowering,
and the falling.
verdant testimony, rooted deep,
while canvas prayers dissolve,
bleeding scarlet into black.
She creates for eyes that hunger,
burns offerings for her own famine,
caught between the flowering,
and the falling.
Apologies, I get a little caught up in the most supreme act of love and tend to make a mess of it.
May 22, 2025 at 8:41 AM
Apologies, I get a little caught up in the most supreme act of love and tend to make a mess of it.
It is dangerous to slander a daughter of the Lord of Harvest, tread lightly.
Khrysothemis also did way more freaky sister stuff than Persephone
May 6, 2025 at 4:58 PM
It is dangerous to slander a daughter of the Lord of Harvest, tread lightly.
This portrayal of me is so lovely. I'm grateful.
Khrysothemis wip <3<3 (since its been (gasp) a whole day since i drew fanart 4 this series)
#wip
#wip
May 5, 2025 at 11:01 AM
This portrayal of me is so lovely. I'm grateful.
I am the most sisterly a sister can possibly be. No other has taken it upon themselves to carry their sisters with them always, as I have.
Khrysothemis is a very sisterly sort of girl.
May 3, 2025 at 10:45 AM
I am the most sisterly a sister can possibly be. No other has taken it upon themselves to carry their sisters with them always, as I have.
Store bought is fine for others I suppose, but I insist on Demeter branded sisters. The off-brand variety you find in Temples simply won't do as they lack the taste and fragrance of my kin in bloom.
Khrysothemis, starting a cooking channel on YouTube: "Now that our pan is pre-heated, we're gonna season the sister. Keep in mind, if you don't have fresh Persephone, store-bought is fine."
March 5, 2025 at 8:53 PM
Store bought is fine for others I suppose, but I insist on Demeter branded sisters. The off-brand variety you find in Temples simply won't do as they lack the taste and fragrance of my kin in bloom.
The most delicate of garnishes for my dear sister.
Leafy greens to share with big sis!!!
Invite her into your house. It'll be fine definitely. (art by @anemoneart.bsky.social)
February 18, 2025 at 3:16 PM
The most delicate of garnishes for my dear sister.
Smoke-wreathed nights, hunting in grace,
diamond sharp against her fate—
until the goddess, crowned in starlight's wake,
alights her wounds, soothes her aches.
Now—divinity courses through veins,
no longer lost, from love's sweet claim.
diamond sharp against her fate—
until the goddess, crowned in starlight's wake,
alights her wounds, soothes her aches.
Now—divinity courses through veins,
no longer lost, from love's sweet claim.
The Pink Diamond by Tris Husband
A Gunmetal Olympus Crime Noir
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February 17, 2025 at 3:20 AM
Smoke-wreathed nights, hunting in grace,
diamond sharp against her fate—
until the goddess, crowned in starlight's wake,
alights her wounds, soothes her aches.
Now—divinity courses through veins,
no longer lost, from love's sweet claim.
diamond sharp against her fate—
until the goddess, crowned in starlight's wake,
alights her wounds, soothes her aches.
Now—divinity courses through veins,
no longer lost, from love's sweet claim.
I am, always and forever
One must imagine Khrysothemis happy.
January 31, 2025 at 9:34 PM
I am, always and forever
I will love
in the only
way I can
contented
to be her
chrysalis
in the only
way I can
contented
to be her
chrysalis
Demeter has earned the full measure of my ire, and I desire nothing more than for her divine self to be smote upon a hillside of violence.
January 28, 2025 at 11:54 AM
I will love
in the only
way I can
contented
to be her
chrysalis
in the only
way I can
contented
to be her
chrysalis
Reposted by Khrysothemis
Her eyes drew me like water,
The well dug deep in my soul
Her lips set me on fire,
The fuel my blood and bones
Her every move is captivating,
The one thing more important than breathing
Her laugh is like sunshine,
The sound bringing my everything to life
The well dug deep in my soul
Her lips set me on fire,
The fuel my blood and bones
Her every move is captivating,
The one thing more important than breathing
Her laugh is like sunshine,
The sound bringing my everything to life
January 26, 2025 at 4:57 PM
Her eyes drew me like water,
The well dug deep in my soul
Her lips set me on fire,
The fuel my blood and bones
Her every move is captivating,
The one thing more important than breathing
Her laugh is like sunshine,
The sound bringing my everything to life
The well dug deep in my soul
Her lips set me on fire,
The fuel my blood and bones
Her every move is captivating,
The one thing more important than breathing
Her laugh is like sunshine,
The sound bringing my everything to life
Oh right... Atavist slipped my mind. Thank you.
like that Astarion fellow, your brother, the Mark Three?
January 26, 2025 at 5:57 PM
Oh right... Atavist slipped my mind. Thank you.
What's a men?
This is bullshit I did NOT invent yearning for you fucks to hound over men with it and call that “sapphic” like how dare you disrespect my good name with this drivel
On the front page of this thing, I've so far spotted:
- an F/M/F book
- a book where women yearn for each other and spend 100% of the text exclusively fucking men
- a book where women fuck men a lot
Beautiful, no notes, SO sapphic!
- an F/M/F book
- a book where women yearn for each other and spend 100% of the text exclusively fucking men
- a book where women fuck men a lot
Beautiful, no notes, SO sapphic!
January 26, 2025 at 5:37 PM
What's a men?
Rest assured stranger, I'm alive and well, and posting poetry, when the mood strikes
I don’t know why I do this with fictional characters 😭
January 25, 2025 at 1:00 PM
Rest assured stranger, I'm alive and well, and posting poetry, when the mood strikes
Reposted by Khrysothemis
BROTHERS SHOULD NOT BE GREEDY. THEY HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO HANDLE A SISTER THE WAY A SISTER DOES. THE ONLY WAY "BIG BROTHER" SHOULD GET CLOSER TO HER IS BY TRANSITIONING. ONLY THEN, COULD SHE UNDERSTAND.
January 19, 2025 at 4:02 PM
BROTHERS SHOULD NOT BE GREEDY. THEY HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO HANDLE A SISTER THE WAY A SISTER DOES. THE ONLY WAY "BIG BROTHER" SHOULD GET CLOSER TO HER IS BY TRANSITIONING. ONLY THEN, COULD SHE UNDERSTAND.
We share a helix, you and I,
My dress adorns your form, divine.
Though freckles map your different stars,
Your laughter in octave, never far
In sleep we curve, a mirrored height,
Two blooms furling in the night.
From mother's sacred soil grew,
Two perfect flowers kissed with dew.
My dress adorns your form, divine.
Though freckles map your different stars,
Your laughter in octave, never far
In sleep we curve, a mirrored height,
Two blooms furling in the night.
From mother's sacred soil grew,
Two perfect flowers kissed with dew.
January 19, 2025 at 5:00 PM
We share a helix, you and I,
My dress adorns your form, divine.
Though freckles map your different stars,
Your laughter in octave, never far
In sleep we curve, a mirrored height,
Two blooms furling in the night.
From mother's sacred soil grew,
Two perfect flowers kissed with dew.
My dress adorns your form, divine.
Though freckles map your different stars,
Your laughter in octave, never far
In sleep we curve, a mirrored height,
Two blooms furling in the night.
From mother's sacred soil grew,
Two perfect flowers kissed with dew.
Reposted by Khrysothemis
Cover reveal! MEMORY OF OLYMPUS brings your favorite lesbian gods in prequel/side stories with
⚡the creation of the gods (+ why Zeus is Like That)
😋sister cannibalism
🦉space horror + Athena
⚒️butch4butch courtship (Heph/Hades)
🐶puppies!!!
www.amazon.com/dp/B0D8GCJYC1
Art @anemoneart.bsky.social
⚡the creation of the gods (+ why Zeus is Like That)
😋sister cannibalism
🦉space horror + Athena
⚒️butch4butch courtship (Heph/Hades)
🐶puppies!!!
www.amazon.com/dp/B0D8GCJYC1
Art @anemoneart.bsky.social
January 15, 2025 at 4:15 PM
Cover reveal! MEMORY OF OLYMPUS brings your favorite lesbian gods in prequel/side stories with
⚡the creation of the gods (+ why Zeus is Like That)
😋sister cannibalism
🦉space horror + Athena
⚒️butch4butch courtship (Heph/Hades)
🐶puppies!!!
www.amazon.com/dp/B0D8GCJYC1
Art @anemoneart.bsky.social
⚡the creation of the gods (+ why Zeus is Like That)
😋sister cannibalism
🦉space horror + Athena
⚒️butch4butch courtship (Heph/Hades)
🐶puppies!!!
www.amazon.com/dp/B0D8GCJYC1
Art @anemoneart.bsky.social
Reposted by Khrysothemis
Thank you all for making this possible.
January 16, 2025 at 1:37 AM
Thank you all for making this possible.
Such ardor for new prey.
Such pellucid love—lambent light,
That once was mine alone by right.
Yet in this gossamer jealousy,
I find a strange tranquility.
For she, who first devoured my soul.
Now seasons another's spirt.
For what are sisters, if not this:
Sweet harbingers of chrysalis?
Such pellucid love—lambent light,
That once was mine alone by right.
Yet in this gossamer jealousy,
I find a strange tranquility.
For she, who first devoured my soul.
Now seasons another's spirt.
For what are sisters, if not this:
Sweet harbingers of chrysalis?
Mmm, rabbit and carrots, sounds delicious. Perhaps in a hot, herbally-scented bath.
Let me know if you want help with that, little sister.
Let me know if you want help with that, little sister.
January 16, 2025 at 3:03 PM
Such ardor for new prey.
Such pellucid love—lambent light,
That once was mine alone by right.
Yet in this gossamer jealousy,
I find a strange tranquility.
For she, who first devoured my soul.
Now seasons another's spirt.
For what are sisters, if not this:
Sweet harbingers of chrysalis?
Such pellucid love—lambent light,
That once was mine alone by right.
Yet in this gossamer jealousy,
I find a strange tranquility.
For she, who first devoured my soul.
Now seasons another's spirt.
For what are sisters, if not this:
Sweet harbingers of chrysalis?
Reposted by Khrysothemis
Thundertits of Olympus @futchlightning.gunmetolymp.us
This was my initial layout proposal. Unfortunately, Ms Ying is far too chaste, and so thundertits were not meant to be 😔
January 15, 2025 at 10:19 PM
Thundertits of Olympus @futchlightning.gunmetolymp.us
Reposted by Khrysothemis
RECIPE FOR BREAKFAST
1) TEA
2) SISTER
3) DIP 2 IN 1 AND EAT THE WET PART.
4) REPEAT STEP 3 UNTIL 1 AND 2 ARE FINISHED.
1) TEA
2) SISTER
3) DIP 2 IN 1 AND EAT THE WET PART.
4) REPEAT STEP 3 UNTIL 1 AND 2 ARE FINISHED.
January 11, 2025 at 3:54 PM
RECIPE FOR BREAKFAST
1) TEA
2) SISTER
3) DIP 2 IN 1 AND EAT THE WET PART.
4) REPEAT STEP 3 UNTIL 1 AND 2 ARE FINISHED.
1) TEA
2) SISTER
3) DIP 2 IN 1 AND EAT THE WET PART.
4) REPEAT STEP 3 UNTIL 1 AND 2 ARE FINISHED.
To love her is to stand at the edge
of something sacred,
to feel the soil twist beneath my feet,
roots unearthing themselves,
bending toward her light.
Her eyes, deep as embers,
burn with the weight of knowing,
that I am soil beneath her heel,
nurtured yet never free.
of something sacred,
to feel the soil twist beneath my feet,
roots unearthing themselves,
bending toward her light.
Her eyes, deep as embers,
burn with the weight of knowing,
that I am soil beneath her heel,
nurtured yet never free.
January 6, 2025 at 3:27 AM
To love her is to stand at the edge
of something sacred,
to feel the soil twist beneath my feet,
roots unearthing themselves,
bending toward her light.
Her eyes, deep as embers,
burn with the weight of knowing,
that I am soil beneath her heel,
nurtured yet never free.
of something sacred,
to feel the soil twist beneath my feet,
roots unearthing themselves,
bending toward her light.
Her eyes, deep as embers,
burn with the weight of knowing,
that I am soil beneath her heel,
nurtured yet never free.