Melinoë
@the-melinoe.bsky.social
Princess of the Underworld | MDNI, might contain adult themes and NSFW content | #HADESRP #MULTIVERSERP #GREEKMYTHRP #MYTHOSRP
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Melinoë
@the-melinoe.bsky.social
· Sep 22
"Moonlight guide you."
🌙 21+ #SmutlessRP
🌙 #HADESRP #MVRP #MYTHOSRP
🌙 Multi-verse
🌙 OC and Crossover friendly
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🌙 21+ #SmutlessRP
🌙 #HADESRP #MVRP #MYTHOSRP
🌙 Multi-verse
🌙 OC and Crossover friendly
↻♡
Melinoë bowed with a hand held to her chest in salute.
“It is good to see you,” she greeted, standing upright with a small smile. “How are you faring?”
“It is good to see you,” she greeted, standing upright with a small smile. “How are you faring?”
" Mel, what brings you to my humble station?. "
October 3, 2025 at 4:28 AM
Melinoë bowed with a hand held to her chest in salute.
“It is good to see you,” she greeted, standing upright with a small smile. “How are you faring?”
“It is good to see you,” she greeted, standing upright with a small smile. “How are you faring?”
Melinoë’s mismatched eyes blinked at him. Did he truly mean that? She worried he was promising things he should not. She did not want to upset the Fates—afraid to hope.
“Are you certain? What about…” her voice trailed off—amethyst eyes drawing Mel in and distracting her train of thought.
“Are you certain? What about…” her voice trailed off—amethyst eyes drawing Mel in and distracting her train of thought.
He was captured by Melinoe's touch, her soft touch mixed with that desperation for more of him just made follow her pace, give the princess everything that she wants. When she breaks the kiss, his eyes look deep in hers like a needy puppy.
"Princess... I'd like to be your Destiny..."
"Princess... I'd like to be your Destiny..."
Her hands come to hold his face as they kiss, body magnetically drawn towards his now that permission was given. She pressed close to Moros, deepening the kiss with urgency. Doom was the sweetest thing she had ever tasted.
“Lord Moros,” she murmured, their lips breaking apart for just a moment.
“Lord Moros,” she murmured, their lips breaking apart for just a moment.
October 3, 2025 at 4:27 AM
Melinoë’s mismatched eyes blinked at him. Did he truly mean that? She worried he was promising things he should not. She did not want to upset the Fates—afraid to hope.
“Are you certain? What about…” her voice trailed off—amethyst eyes drawing Mel in and distracting her train of thought.
“Are you certain? What about…” her voice trailed off—amethyst eyes drawing Mel in and distracting her train of thought.
Reposted by Melinoë
"Do yoυ really тнιnĸ ι aтe тнe ғrυιт υnwιllιngly?"
Perѕepнone
Goddeѕѕ oғ Ѕprιngтιмe
Qυeen oғ тнe Underworld
~ 21+ #SmutlessRP
~ #GreekMythos
~ MV/Selectively MS
Penned by #Scripturient
Perѕepнone
Goddeѕѕ oғ Ѕprιngтιмe
Qυeen oғ тнe Underworld
~ 21+ #SmutlessRP
~ #GreekMythos
~ MV/Selectively MS
Penned by #Scripturient
September 27, 2025 at 11:43 PM
"Do yoυ really тнιnĸ ι aтe тнe ғrυιт υnwιllιngly?"
Perѕepнone
Goddeѕѕ oғ Ѕprιngтιмe
Qυeen oғ тнe Underworld
~ 21+ #SmutlessRP
~ #GreekMythos
~ MV/Selectively MS
Penned by #Scripturient
Perѕepнone
Goddeѕѕ oғ Ѕprιngтιмe
Qυeen oғ тнe Underworld
~ 21+ #SmutlessRP
~ #GreekMythos
~ MV/Selectively MS
Penned by #Scripturient
“Well if it is dependent on that, then I insist,” Mel chuckled.
She stood up and motioned for Nemesis to follow—leading the way past the Fated List, the large cauldron, and down towards the secluded hot springs.
“Ready to relax?” she asked, disrobing.
She stood up and motioned for Nemesis to follow—leading the way past the Fated List, the large cauldron, and down towards the secluded hot springs.
“Ready to relax?” she asked, disrobing.
Was this really okay? She hadn't expected her night to take this turn. Not that she is upset about it.
"As long as you insist. I will come."
She wanted to. That look in her eyes is unmistakable. Even if nothing happens, her legs and muscles are screaming for a break.
"As long as you insist. I will come."
She wanted to. That look in her eyes is unmistakable. Even if nothing happens, her legs and muscles are screaming for a break.
The goddess fished out another item from her satchel—a triangular bottle filled with bath salts and a purple bow on top.
“It would be a waste to use these on just myself,” she offered, holding them out towards Nemesis.
“You deserve to take off that heavy armor and relax, too.”
“It would be a waste to use these on just myself,” she offered, holding them out towards Nemesis.
“You deserve to take off that heavy armor and relax, too.”
October 1, 2025 at 5:33 AM
“Well if it is dependent on that, then I insist,” Mel chuckled.
She stood up and motioned for Nemesis to follow—leading the way past the Fated List, the large cauldron, and down towards the secluded hot springs.
“Ready to relax?” she asked, disrobing.
She stood up and motioned for Nemesis to follow—leading the way past the Fated List, the large cauldron, and down towards the secluded hot springs.
“Ready to relax?” she asked, disrobing.
Her hands come to hold his face as they kiss, body magnetically drawn towards his now that permission was given. She pressed close to Moros, deepening the kiss with urgency. Doom was the sweetest thing she had ever tasted.
“Lord Moros,” she murmured, their lips breaking apart for just a moment.
“Lord Moros,” she murmured, their lips breaking apart for just a moment.
Short kisses connected on one another to become something bigger, discovering one different side of one another.
October 1, 2025 at 5:24 AM
Her hands come to hold his face as they kiss, body magnetically drawn towards his now that permission was given. She pressed close to Moros, deepening the kiss with urgency. Doom was the sweetest thing she had ever tasted.
“Lord Moros,” she murmured, their lips breaking apart for just a moment.
“Lord Moros,” she murmured, their lips breaking apart for just a moment.
Melinoë, the witch goddess who has trained her entire life to kill a Titan, felt so delicate compared to Moros. The difference in their sizes made her grateful for Moros’ gentleness.
“Lord Moros,” she muttered, mismatched gaze flickering to his lips. “Please kiss me.”
“Lord Moros,” she muttered, mismatched gaze flickering to his lips. “Please kiss me.”
At the same time, Moros wants this to be desired by both sides, so he moves slowly and gives the princess more than enough time to stop him at any point.
Right now he's following his guts.
Right now he's following his guts.
October 1, 2025 at 4:58 AM
Melinoë, the witch goddess who has trained her entire life to kill a Titan, felt so delicate compared to Moros. The difference in their sizes made her grateful for Moros’ gentleness.
“Lord Moros,” she muttered, mismatched gaze flickering to his lips. “Please kiss me.”
“Lord Moros,” she muttered, mismatched gaze flickering to his lips. “Please kiss me.”
She was taken aback by the shift in their positioning—seeing Moros up close like that was an entirely new sort of beautiful. Aphrodite must favor him.
Her cheeks were now hot enough to rival Hestia’s flames. Mel licked her lips watching Doom himself confess such things. Was this a dream? +
Her cheeks were now hot enough to rival Hestia’s flames. Mel licked her lips watching Doom himself confess such things. Was this a dream? +
"And if I say I'm not above all that? If I say I want to be intimate with you?"
He gets on his knees so he can look Melinoe directly in her eyes, faces really close. Moros brings her hands to meet his lips, a soft kiss over her fingers.
"I care about you in the most intimate way possible,princess"
He gets on his knees so he can look Melinoe directly in her eyes, faces really close. Moros brings her hands to meet his lips, a soft kiss over her fingers.
"I care about you in the most intimate way possible,princess"
Melinoë’s mouth opened in shock at his clarification question.
“No!” she gasped. “I do not fear you at all, Lord Moros.”
The goddess leaned forward, her other hand coming to rest on his that held her’s—earnest and focused.
“Because it feels unfair to even ask that of you. Because I fear +
“No!” she gasped. “I do not fear you at all, Lord Moros.”
The goddess leaned forward, her other hand coming to rest on his that held her’s—earnest and focused.
“Because it feels unfair to even ask that of you. Because I fear +
October 1, 2025 at 4:39 AM
She was taken aback by the shift in their positioning—seeing Moros up close like that was an entirely new sort of beautiful. Aphrodite must favor him.
Her cheeks were now hot enough to rival Hestia’s flames. Mel licked her lips watching Doom himself confess such things. Was this a dream? +
Her cheeks were now hot enough to rival Hestia’s flames. Mel licked her lips watching Doom himself confess such things. Was this a dream? +
Reposted by Melinoë
March 1, 2025 at 12:09 PM
“𝘽𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝘼𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣!”
October 1, 2025 at 4:09 AM
“𝘽𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝘼𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣!”
The goddess fished out another item from her satchel—a triangular bottle filled with bath salts and a purple bow on top.
“It would be a waste to use these on just myself,” she offered, holding them out towards Nemesis.
“You deserve to take off that heavy armor and relax, too.”
“It would be a waste to use these on just myself,” she offered, holding them out towards Nemesis.
“You deserve to take off that heavy armor and relax, too.”
—make any assumptions that might damage things between them.
October 1, 2025 at 4:07 AM
The goddess fished out another item from her satchel—a triangular bottle filled with bath salts and a purple bow on top.
“It would be a waste to use these on just myself,” she offered, holding them out towards Nemesis.
“You deserve to take off that heavy armor and relax, too.”
“It would be a waste to use these on just myself,” she offered, holding them out towards Nemesis.
“You deserve to take off that heavy armor and relax, too.”
Melinoë’s mouth opened in shock at his clarification question.
“No!” she gasped. “I do not fear you at all, Lord Moros.”
The goddess leaned forward, her other hand coming to rest on his that held her’s—earnest and focused.
“Because it feels unfair to even ask that of you. Because I fear +
“No!” she gasped. “I do not fear you at all, Lord Moros.”
The goddess leaned forward, her other hand coming to rest on his that held her’s—earnest and focused.
“Because it feels unfair to even ask that of you. Because I fear +
"You 'know better' because you fear who I am?"
A genuine question. Right now, he was ready to say his truth to Melinoe and was giving her space to deny it before the words were spoken. He lost his ability to see the future, so the fear of not being reciprocated exists.
A genuine question. Right now, he was ready to say his truth to Melinoe and was giving her space to deny it before the words were spoken. He lost his ability to see the future, so the fear of not being reciprocated exists.
Her words get caught in her throat in tandem with Moros grabbing her hand. She stared back—matching his intensity but also blushing furiously under it.
“Lord Moros, I think I know better than to ask Doom Incarnate to—“ she cut herself off, apprehensive to admit it.
“—To care for me intimately.”
“Lord Moros, I think I know better than to ask Doom Incarnate to—“ she cut herself off, apprehensive to admit it.
“—To care for me intimately.”
October 1, 2025 at 4:05 AM
Melinoë’s mouth opened in shock at his clarification question.
“No!” she gasped. “I do not fear you at all, Lord Moros.”
The goddess leaned forward, her other hand coming to rest on his that held her’s—earnest and focused.
“Because it feels unfair to even ask that of you. Because I fear +
“No!” she gasped. “I do not fear you at all, Lord Moros.”
The goddess leaned forward, her other hand coming to rest on his that held her’s—earnest and focused.
“Because it feels unfair to even ask that of you. Because I fear +
Melinoë gulped down the rest of her glass in one big go, setting it down with a thud. She remembered Hecate once referring to the drink as ‘liquid courage’.
“And while you’re waiting for my call, you can try to sneak away when Headmistress’ wandering gaze permits.”
She drummed her fingers +
“And while you’re waiting for my call, you can try to sneak away when Headmistress’ wandering gaze permits.”
She drummed her fingers +
"Good.. I might be bored out of my skull at post. But if I'm waiting for your call, might not be so bad."
Nemesis takes another sip of the Ambrosia. A sigh as it relaxes her.
"You should go to the hot springs soon and rest yourself. You'll get too sore otherwise."
Nemesis takes another sip of the Ambrosia. A sigh as it relaxes her.
"You should go to the hot springs soon and rest yourself. You'll get too sore otherwise."
Another chuckle left the goddess as she listened to Nemesis talk. The ambrosia was to blame for the flush on the witch’s cheeks now.
Or she would try to blame it on such if asked.
“Of course, Nem. I know I can count on you. And for that, I will forever be grateful.”
Or she would try to blame it on such if asked.
“Of course, Nem. I know I can count on you. And for that, I will forever be grateful.”
October 1, 2025 at 3:48 AM
Melinoë gulped down the rest of her glass in one big go, setting it down with a thud. She remembered Hecate once referring to the drink as ‘liquid courage’.
“And while you’re waiting for my call, you can try to sneak away when Headmistress’ wandering gaze permits.”
She drummed her fingers +
“And while you’re waiting for my call, you can try to sneak away when Headmistress’ wandering gaze permits.”
She drummed her fingers +
Her words get caught in her throat in tandem with Moros grabbing her hand. She stared back—matching his intensity but also blushing furiously under it.
“Lord Moros, I think I know better than to ask Doom Incarnate to—“ she cut herself off, apprehensive to admit it.
“—To care for me intimately.”
“Lord Moros, I think I know better than to ask Doom Incarnate to—“ she cut herself off, apprehensive to admit it.
“—To care for me intimately.”
He holds her hand when she waves it, his eyes are serious and focused on Mel as he never was before. Right now it was a lot more than cues, he was being really obvious.
"I mind you. Answer me."
"I mind you. Answer me."
The goddess waves a hand dismissively.
“I was only teasing,” she admits, hoping to relieve any awkwardness Moros may feel. Perhaps she is misreading his cues, but Melinoë never wants to put him in a bad position.
Doom likely has no time for such things, she sadly realizes.
“Don’t mind me.”
“I was only teasing,” she admits, hoping to relieve any awkwardness Moros may feel. Perhaps she is misreading his cues, but Melinoë never wants to put him in a bad position.
Doom likely has no time for such things, she sadly realizes.
“Don’t mind me.”
October 1, 2025 at 3:46 AM
Her words get caught in her throat in tandem with Moros grabbing her hand. She stared back—matching his intensity but also blushing furiously under it.
“Lord Moros, I think I know better than to ask Doom Incarnate to—“ she cut herself off, apprehensive to admit it.
“—To care for me intimately.”
“Lord Moros, I think I know better than to ask Doom Incarnate to—“ she cut herself off, apprehensive to admit it.
“—To care for me intimately.”
Another chuckle left the goddess as she listened to Nemesis talk. The ambrosia was to blame for the flush on the witch’s cheeks now.
Or she would try to blame it on such if asked.
“Of course, Nem. I know I can count on you. And for that, I will forever be grateful.”
Or she would try to blame it on such if asked.
“Of course, Nem. I know I can count on you. And for that, I will forever be grateful.”
"Good. I hope to provide some aid.. somehow in this fight. I just cant do it from my post. You will call me if I am needed? Your back is against a wall. Only I can pin you like that, no one else."
She meant that more in a fighting or sparring sense. Oops.
She meant that more in a fighting or sparring sense. Oops.
The sweet taste of ambrosia bloomed on her tongue. Melinoë hummed in appreciation of the drink.
She laughed at Nemesis’ flirtatious challenge, shaking her head.
“I don’t intend on letting up any time soon. If anything, I only hope to provide even further motivation.”
She laughed at Nemesis’ flirtatious challenge, shaking her head.
“I don’t intend on letting up any time soon. If anything, I only hope to provide even further motivation.”
October 1, 2025 at 3:31 AM
Another chuckle left the goddess as she listened to Nemesis talk. The ambrosia was to blame for the flush on the witch’s cheeks now.
Or she would try to blame it on such if asked.
“Of course, Nem. I know I can count on you. And for that, I will forever be grateful.”
Or she would try to blame it on such if asked.
“Of course, Nem. I know I can count on you. And for that, I will forever be grateful.”
The goddess waves a hand dismissively.
“I was only teasing,” she admits, hoping to relieve any awkwardness Moros may feel. Perhaps she is misreading his cues, but Melinoë never wants to put him in a bad position.
Doom likely has no time for such things, she sadly realizes.
“Don’t mind me.”
“I was only teasing,” she admits, hoping to relieve any awkwardness Moros may feel. Perhaps she is misreading his cues, but Melinoë never wants to put him in a bad position.
Doom likely has no time for such things, she sadly realizes.
“Don’t mind me.”
Probably in the first time in millenia, Moros had a blush in his face.
"Well... Besides Eris, everyone here is quite helpful. That's why I want to do more and help you as much as possible."
"Well... Besides Eris, everyone here is quite helpful. That's why I want to do more and help you as much as possible."
October 1, 2025 at 3:22 AM
The goddess waves a hand dismissively.
“I was only teasing,” she admits, hoping to relieve any awkwardness Moros may feel. Perhaps she is misreading his cues, but Melinoë never wants to put him in a bad position.
Doom likely has no time for such things, she sadly realizes.
“Don’t mind me.”
“I was only teasing,” she admits, hoping to relieve any awkwardness Moros may feel. Perhaps she is misreading his cues, but Melinoë never wants to put him in a bad position.
Doom likely has no time for such things, she sadly realizes.
“Don’t mind me.”
The sweet taste of ambrosia bloomed on her tongue. Melinoë hummed in appreciation of the drink.
She laughed at Nemesis’ flirtatious challenge, shaking her head.
“I don’t intend on letting up any time soon. If anything, I only hope to provide even further motivation.”
She laughed at Nemesis’ flirtatious challenge, shaking her head.
“I don’t intend on letting up any time soon. If anything, I only hope to provide even further motivation.”
"I suppose. There isnt an end yet in sight. I do hope you'll give me reason to fight until then."
A little flirt or an actual challenge? Nemesis takes her chalice and taps it to Mel's in a cheers. Taking a sip. The fresh ingredients elixir of the gods doing well to settle her.
A little flirt or an actual challenge? Nemesis takes her chalice and taps it to Mel's in a cheers. Taking a sip. The fresh ingredients elixir of the gods doing well to settle her.
Melinoë eagerly plopped down at one of the many long tables within the taverna itself. She popped open the ambrosia bottle and poured each of them a serving into two chalices that sat on the tabletop for use.
“You have felled many enemies, have you not? That is reason enough for a drink!”
“You have felled many enemies, have you not? That is reason enough for a drink!”
October 1, 2025 at 3:14 AM
The sweet taste of ambrosia bloomed on her tongue. Melinoë hummed in appreciation of the drink.
She laughed at Nemesis’ flirtatious challenge, shaking her head.
“I don’t intend on letting up any time soon. If anything, I only hope to provide even further motivation.”
She laughed at Nemesis’ flirtatious challenge, shaking her head.
“I don’t intend on letting up any time soon. If anything, I only hope to provide even further motivation.”
She stands up straighter as Moros speaks. The weight of her destiny is heavy upon her shoulders. Sometimes it feels like too much to bear, but she dare not complain. It is the least she can do for her family.
“I am special to you, Lord Moros?” Mel asks, voice lighter than how she feels inside. +
“I am special to you, Lord Moros?” Mel asks, voice lighter than how she feels inside. +
"Of course I owe you assistance, my princess. You're fighting for all of us. It is your destiny, but that doesn't mean you need to face it alone."
October 1, 2025 at 2:14 AM
She stands up straighter as Moros speaks. The weight of her destiny is heavy upon her shoulders. Sometimes it feels like too much to bear, but she dare not complain. It is the least she can do for her family.
“I am special to you, Lord Moros?” Mel asks, voice lighter than how she feels inside. +
“I am special to you, Lord Moros?” Mel asks, voice lighter than how she feels inside. +
Melinoë knows that softer, more playful, moments like this are rare. She does not take it for granted.
“Perhaps I could talk to the Headmistress. Persuade her to let you help me directly. You are so valuable, Nem.”
“Perhaps I could talk to the Headmistress. Persuade her to let you help me directly. You are so valuable, Nem.”
"Fun, is it? Being relegated to this post.. I hate it. I dont understand why I cannot at least help you."
Perhaps a more soft and genuine moment from Nem.
Perhaps a more soft and genuine moment from Nem.
“Oh yes, you know me! Famously terrible with numbers,” Mel jokes along.
Her mismatched eyes glimmer mischievously.
“Besides, it is fun getting to see all of your training in actual action.”
Her mismatched eyes glimmer mischievously.
“Besides, it is fun getting to see all of your training in actual action.”
October 1, 2025 at 2:00 AM
Melinoë knows that softer, more playful, moments like this are rare. She does not take it for granted.
“Perhaps I could talk to the Headmistress. Persuade her to let you help me directly. You are so valuable, Nem.”
“Perhaps I could talk to the Headmistress. Persuade her to let you help me directly. You are so valuable, Nem.”
“Sounds like something I should be very worried about.”
"Nothing for you to be worried about. Mel."
“What secrets are you keeping, Nem?”
(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
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October 1, 2025 at 1:58 AM
“Sounds like something I should be very worried about.”
Reposted by Melinoë
October 17, 2024 at 9:31 AM
“It is not biased to thank you for the way you watch over me,” Mel argues. “Especially whenever I take the engraved pin you gave me. I can hear you counting when it activates.”
Her normally pallid cheeks start to flush red.
“You do not owe me any assistance at all.”
Her normally pallid cheeks start to flush red.
“You do not owe me any assistance at all.”
"Now you're the one being biased, princess."
That smile on his face becomes more predominant. Even if Moros was always so centered, hearing such sweet words from Mel made him break this mold a bit.
"I just try to ease your burden. I can't fight with you, but I still need to be useful."
That smile on his face becomes more predominant. Even if Moros was always so centered, hearing such sweet words from Mel made him break this mold a bit.
"I just try to ease your burden. I can't fight with you, but I still need to be useful."
eternally grateful, Lord Moros. Even an ounce of your favor is more than enough.”
October 1, 2025 at 1:18 AM
“It is not biased to thank you for the way you watch over me,” Mel argues. “Especially whenever I take the engraved pin you gave me. I can hear you counting when it activates.”
Her normally pallid cheeks start to flush red.
“You do not owe me any assistance at all.”
Her normally pallid cheeks start to flush red.
“You do not owe me any assistance at all.”
October 1, 2025 at 12:45 AM
Lord Moros, it may not be wise to taunt Retribution.
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September 30, 2025 at 10:39 PM
Lord Moros, it may not be wise to taunt Retribution.
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