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“One would think.”

Disappointment is painted onto marble features; Morrigan is not pleased with what has been offered to her. A plethora of lackluster demigods have paraded before the two deities, but few, nearly none, have possessed enough potential to even be recruited onto the tournament teams, let alone to be trained.

There is nothing a queen loves more than a good soldier, and there is nothing a woman of war loves more than a fit warrior- this island seems to be lacking severely in both, she is finding.

“An american football player, at most. Wouldn’t know what to do with a sword or a bow.”

Sighing out judgement before the child has even reached them the Morrigan sips from her drink and lets Athena run through the initial questions. Of course she’s partial to the little warlings, it would be a lie to say otherwise, but even they aren’t impressing her today.

”Probably not.” Athena shook her head slightly, taking in the young man walking up to them. “It seems like those are lost arts, at least judging from what we’ve seen today.”  She grew quiet for a moment, before continuing with a sigh. “And yet here I am, hoping for a miracle.” Although looking for athletes for the Summer Festival games was supposed to be their main goal, Athena would be lying if she said she hadn’t been hoping to find something more... interesting.

Without much enthusiasm, the goddess grabbed a clipboard and got on with the questioning. She ran it through as if on autopilot: No known health issues – check. Son of Sekhmet – one point for Athena. Used to play football in college – one point for the Morrigan. Special talents: good at almost everything (”Oh, really?) ... 

As the young man answered yes on the last question (”Would you be interested in further classical training?”), Athena put the clipboard down again, sending Morrigan a look half amused, half annoyed. She really had no interest in wasting time on disappointment.

Still, she reached for a spear – modelled of of her own and beautifully balanced – and handed it to the young man. ”Here, show us what you can do. And please, try not to take someone’s eye out while you’re at it.”

The goddess then leaned back again, grabbing her water bottle before turning towards the other goddess. “Two minutes and he will have buried it in the ground by mistake.”

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It can never be satisfied, the mind, never.

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“One would think, that on an island full of demigods there would be more than a handful with potential of becoming a hero.” Athena sighed deeply, leaning against the side of the booth. “At this point, I don’t even know why I’m still hoping to find hero potential when we’re struggling to find even decent athletes.” She and Morrigan had been standing out in the gazing sun for a good couple of days, looking for demigods to join the sports competitions that were to be held during the Sunshine Festival. 

It was a rather tedious task, looking for competent demigods and -goddesses between the displays of lacking talent and badly controlled powers. She waved for the next in line to come forward, scrutinizing them as they walked closer to the two goddesses. “This one looks quite confident, don’t you think?” she asked Morrigan under her breath. “'Guessing this one is ... half war deity, unrefined and slightly arrogant. No disaster, but nothing that will blow us away. You?”

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“Athena” Inho repeated back, trying not to look dumbfounded. Why would a Goddess want to sit with him. He was a little confused. He was just the son of Inari, nothing too special. He gave her a little smile. “It’s really nice to meet you.” He’d only really met Gods from his own pantheon, his father and Amaterasu, with the exception of Apollo who was in charge of the medical side of his transition. 

Inho shrugged a little. “I was supposed to meet a friend, they are in the class I’m a TA for and want some tutoring on Japanese History but apparently their boyfriend is more interesting that the Ōnin War” He shrugged a little, taking a small sip of his latte. “The exam isn’t for a few weeks anyway but they had asked so I came.” He gave the Goddess a little smile. “I am a masters student so people in the class I TA for ask for help quite frequently.” 

The hint of a smile played across the goddess’ lips at the boy’s reaction. It was entertaining, seeing how the boy before her looked surprised by her simply sitting down at his table. She couldn’t help but find him rather endearing.

Athena let out a small sigh of annoyance as Inho explained why he was sitting alone in the coffee shop. “It is a bit disheartening, knowing how some people prioritize such irrelevant things over their studies, isn’t it? I dare say that the Ōnin War sounds far more interesting than anyboyfriend could ever be!” The goddess’ voice softened slightly as she continued. “And not to mention how rude it is to ask for your help and then stand you up! I can imagine that you are busy enough as is.”

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° * ———— RIVERDALE SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ What? Sardonic humor is just my way of relating to the world. ’ ’ Can I borrow the truck for the drive-in? ’ ’ Ah okay. Isn’t there a nice gay kid at your school? ’ ’ We both know what goes in those woods. ’ ’ Alright. No cruising guys tonight. ’ ’ I learned that from the Nancy Drew detective handbook. ’ ’ What would your Holy Roller mother say about this, _____? ’ ’ And where did you get those thigh-high boots? They’re amazing. ’ ’ My type? Definitely. ’ ’ But you’ve got more demons than The Exorcist. ’ ’ Is it true what they say about your dad? ’ ’ Does everyone here know? ’ ’ That he’s the devil incarnate? I stand by my father. ’ ’ I’m asking you now, right now, if you love me, or even like me? ’ ’ I can’t give you the answer you want. ’ ’ I’ve never been good enough for you. ’ ’ I’ll never be good enough for you. ’ ’ You are so perfect. I’ve never been good enough for you. ’ ’ That’s where I was living before. ’ ’ Why the hell aren’t you living at home? ’ ’ Truth is things aren’t great at home. ’ ’ He/she keeps promising that he/she will get his/her act together. ’ ’ Screw that! Live with me. ’ ’ It’s temporary. I’m going to figure something out. ’ ’ Just don’t tell anybody, especially not _____. ’ ’ She’s/he’s not going to care. ’ ’ Well, exactly. Don’t tell her/him either. ’ ’ Why did you leave the home? ’ ’ You could’ve really hurt yourself. ’ ’ I couldn’t just stay there, waiting for someone who was never going to show. ’ ’ I don’t have any money. I don’t have anything. ’ ’ Why don’t you just stay here? ’ ’ They made that very clear, and that’s not what I want. ’ ’ There’s no more stigma. ’ ’ You don’t know what they’ll do. ’ ’ I won’t have my baby raised in a home that doesn’t want it. ’ ’ I cannot lose you again. ’ ’ I’m not kidding, the clothes off our backs. ’ ’ Like it meant nothing. Like it was nothing. Like I was nothing. ’ ’ And you want my help to give it to your boy/girlfriend? ’ ’ I was going to apologize to you. ’ ’ Honey, I can’t agree to that. ’ ’ I don’t want any part of it. ’ ’ You weren’t at the drive-in. ’ ’ Where were you? ’ ’ You think that he/she has the stomach for that?! ’ ’ You’re sounding crazy just like your sister/brother. ’ ’ I didn’t get the memo we were adding another voice to the mix. ’ ’ So that makes me…what then…backup? ’ ’ I mean, you were just doing this as a favor to me, right? ’ ’ You literally have zero loyalty. ’ ’ Everyone else is…disposable. ’ ’ You know…maybe it’s not such a bad thing to try a new voice? ’ ’ You know how your father feels about pop music. ’ ’ I understand, and I won’t. ’ ’ Because if you do, he/she will somehow blame me. ’ ’ I feel like I don’t even know who my mom and dad are anymore. ’ ’ Is this your playing hand? ’ ’ And yet, stop punishing yourself while you’re at it. ’ ’ I got slammed because I didn’t know the play. ’ ’ You know, I endorse this. ’ ’ I’ve had my seven minutes of heaven with ________. ’ ’ God knows what you’d say. Something to humiliate us? ’ ’ Every town has one, the spooky house that all the kids avoid. ’ ’ Linked in death even as they were in life. ’ ’ It’s off-brand and it sends a false message of acceptance. ’ ’ You got a date? ’ ’ There is no record of her/him before that. ’ ’ Facebook, her/him Linked In account…they were all created a year ago. ’ ’ Where did you find all this? ’ ’ The deep web, the dark internet. ’ ’ Check it, it’s all online…simple Googling. ’ ’ What’s happening out there? ’ ’ What’s happening out there? Do we know? Is it about me? ’ ’ Do we know? Is it about me? ’ ’ You do you, girl/boy. I’ll be back. ’ ’ What was it like before she/he got here? ’ ’ What was it like before she/he got here? I honestly cannot remember. ’ ’ No longer lactose intolerant, I see. ’ ’ Oh, you don’t even know, do you? ’ ’ The things they’re saying about your daughter/son at school? ’ ’ Slut-shaming. It’s what they call it when sluts get shamed. ’ ’ You should be writing about the real story. ’ ’ And who shot that gun on July 4? ’ ’ What the hell is a “Sticky Maple”? ’ ’ No, _______, it’s a slut-shaming thing. ’ ’ I’m neither a slut nor am I going to be shamed by someone. ’ ’ Does he/she really think he/she can get away with this? ’ ’ Does he/she not know who I am?! ’ ’ I will cut the brakes on his supped-up phallic symbol. ’ ’ I need you to tell me the truth about something. ’ ’ Will he/she be able to make a living at it? ’ ’ You’re here for me, aren’t you? ’ ’ You’re here for me, aren’t you? Because of the autopsy? ’ ’ We don’t need to do this in front of your classmates. ’ ’ No, that won’t be necessary. ’ ’ Back to no texting. What about you? ’ ’ I’m back to being the shallow, toxic rich bitch who ruins everything in her path. ’ ’ Is this…how you feel about…is it real? ’ ’ It is. It is real. Maybe it’s not right, but it’s real. ’ ’ I’m “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” but this place is strictly “In Cold Blood.” ’ ’ I’m filled with dread. ’ ’ Game changer - ________ got hot! ’ ’ Six more reasons for you to take that ginger bull by the horns tonight. ’ ’ He’s got abs now. Six more reasons for you to take that ginger bull by the horns tonight. ’ ’ Is cheerleading still a thing? ’ ’ Is being the gay best friend still a thing?! ’ ’ What is a “Chock'lit Shoppe” and why does it sell burgers?! ’ ’ We are all on the spectrum but my gay-o-meter says you should stick with what you know best…girls/boys. ’

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amaterasuxmp:

It was the precise image Amaterasu had conjured up of the Greek goddess of wisdom, tall, statuesque and surrounded by vast amounts of knowledge; the Japanese goddess wanted almost to scream in excitement. Amaterasu glowed warmly at the praise, the Library was her greatest pride and joy in the city and to have a goddess of Athena’s reputation and expertise commend it was truly remarkable. She gave a gracious nod and smiled gratefully, stepping closer to survey the vast number of materials around said goddess, peeking at them curiously, her mind already cataloging most of them.

“You need worry about the space in the Compendium,” Amaterasu assured the Greek deity, smilingly. “It’s a tricky bit of magic, but there should plenty of storage space every time somebody checks items in…” She perused the form sent ahead, noting that there was a considerable amount of texts and books, all from different eras. Amaterasu was getting quite excited in just seeing all them.

“Oh the apartments are quite adequate as living quarters, but not for these beautiful texts, I understand.” Her hand hovered over some mathematical journals that Amaterasu suspected came from Euclid himself, but hesitated.“Will you be placing all these in storage only? The Library also gives an option of ‘lending’ any materials to us so patrons can benefit from them…research and the like. Depending on their volatility, they are usually sealed with several enchantments to preserve, but nonetheless allowed for browsing, should you wish—” Her eyes zeroed in on some architectural sketches. “Oh, I’m sorry, can I ask–?” She turned back excitedly towards Athena. “Are those the original sketches of the Parthenon and your statue?”

Athena nodded in approval as Amaterasu assured her that there would be enough room in the compendium for her collections. ”It is just that. The architecture of our assigned apartments is quite pleasing and the space is effectively used, but the dimensions are so very … mortal.” The goddess found that although it sounded a bit blunt, there was no better way to put it. ”I’m convinced these texts will bring more joy here at the library than when I’m the only one who can access them,” she continued, the corners of her lips curling into a smile as she saw Amaterasu’s hand hovering over a few of her more valuable mathematical scrolls. ”They should of course be open to browsing! Knowledge is better shared than kept private, don’t you think? ”Although, some of these tomes are better kept away from the demigods – quite a substantial portion of them are supposedly ’lost’ texts, and others simply aren’t suited for mortal eyes. I’ll have to brief you on that…”

Athena trailed off, distracted by the sun goddess’ clear excitement. It wasn’t foreign to her that people were amazed by her collection, often commenting on the sheer amount of documents it consisted of. However, she rarely met people who shone as bright with enthusiasm over specific pieces as Amaterasu did. ”Of course you can ask,” Athena encouraged the other with a small laugh, eyeing the sketches that Amaterasu had found. They were one of the more precious parts of her collection, as they mapped out what had been the most important, and by far the biggest cult image dedicated to her. ”They are. Phidias work was remarkable, it is really worth studying if you have the time. His sketches for Athena Promachos and Athena Lemnia should be there too. They show my statues the way they where supposed to look and not as the pillaged remains of them that I had to rescue a millennia ago.”

She walked over to a box filled with fragile sheets of parchment and papyrus and lifted a few of them carefully to confirm that the collection was complete. After a small nod of content at seeing the texts she was looking for, Athena carried the box over to the drop-off desk and motioned for Amaterasu to come and join her. ”I think you will like these too. These are the earliest literary versions of all of the epics of the Trojan Cycle. I find that the Iliad and Odyssey do stand out among them – the Cypria for example is more of a catalogue of events than anything else – but seeing as that six of these epics are considered lost…”

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"Aunt Athena? I brought you a present~"

"A present?”

The goddess looked up from the documents piled neatly on her desk, her face immediately softening at the sight of Taemin. She was once again struck by the contrast between the amiable demigod and his insufferable mother.

“That’s very sweet of you, Taemin,” she said, smiling. “Now tell me, what’s the occasion?”

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"You don't fucking care."

melanie martinez lyrics@mpaphrodite​

The goddess made a face. “I wouldn’t have worded it like that,” she said, the look in her silver grey eyes one difficult to interpret. They were usually calm, radiating intelligence in the same way the rest of her did, but now they seemed more like storm clouds, dark and intense and carrying an almost dangerous glint of amusement to them. “But yes, you’re right – I don’t. You needn’t be so crude though, Aphrodite, especially not when telling me something I already know.” 

Considering that the other goddess was very likely never to tell Athena something she didn’t already know, she found herself having to suppress a chuckle as she continued speaking. “You should try critical thinking sometimes, it would help you avoid situations like this.” Athena shook her head slightly in mocked disbelief, a small smile playing at the corner of her mouth. "It can’t possibly be a surprise that things wouldn’t work out between the two of you.”

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'God, I wish I’d never spoke.’

melanie martinez lyrics@renxmp

“Well, you did. You regretting it is irrelevant, don’t you think?” Athena was all tight lips and narrowed silver eyes, her arms folded across her chest as she looked at the demigod. “Words have consequences, just as actions do. You’re not five years old, Ren, you ought to have understood that by now.” There was an iciness to her voice as she spoke, the foulness of the boy’s words still ringing in her ears.

“A bad temper is never acceptable as an excuse. Learn to control it before something goes seriously askew.” The goddess face softened ever so slightly. Letting her arms fall down to her side she continued, her tone reprimanding but at the same time somewhat wistful.

“Words said and actions done on impulse, especially when angered, are the most dangerous ones. It is not a risk worth taking – trust me on that.”

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'Maybe it’s a cruel joke on me, whatever.’

melanie martinez lyrics@taeminxmp

There were streaks of concern painted across the goddess’ face as she looked at her nephew. She did not like hearing him sound defeated, even though he tried to brush it off. It was a state of mind that simply didn’t suit anyone of their lineage – the olympian blood should come with pride and confidence, not self-doubt. 

“Lift your chin up and straighten your shoulders, Taemin. It is still all in your hands, the joke will never be on you unless you let it.” Placing a firm hand on the boy’s shoulder, Athena sought eye contact with him before continuing. 

“I never thought I’d tell you this but ...” she hesitated for a fraction of a second, debating wether the following words would help or not, before letting them fall of her tongue. “... in this you should take a leaf out of your mother’s book. That woman could lose a war and still convince everyone around her that she won every battle. You have lost nothing, Taemin, and anyone who thinks otherwise are just parading their own ignorance. 

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Jennie is happy. She’s delighted to see her mother after such a long time. Also, she finally gets to go that fancy restaurant, the one where she was promised free food. The demigoddess remembers her mother to a very well-groomed and professionally dressed woman. Maybe Jennie should try to dress up and look presentable. Her normal grunge, punk look isn’t going to fly.

She settles for a short black dress with a choker. She also decides to wear a long, black jacket because it is a little chilly at night. As soon as Jennie walks into the restaurant, she hears the voice of a woman. Her eyes turn to the direction of the voice. Her lips form a smile as she realizes the voice came from her mother, Athena. “Mom!” She rushes over to her mother’s table. She’s more beautiful than Jennie remembers. Even her memory couldn’t fathom Athena’s beauty.

“I’m doing well. How about you?” She’s not clueless about what kind of person her mother is. “You must be busy.” She’s extremely brilliant and hardworking. She takes a seat after her mother.  

The waiter eventually comes to hand them the menus. “Hm, I heard this restaurant is famous for their Italian food.” Her eyes skim over the pasta dishes. The dishes are just printed in elegant letters with their descriptions. She eyes the seafood pasta. The eggplant Parmesan sounds nice too. She can faintly hear the classical music playing in the background.

Jennie is not a stranger to social interaction, but she feels a little nervous around her mother. It’s more like she’s conscious of her words and actions. The waiter stops by their table to place a basket of bread on their table. Her nose is all too familiar with the smell of freshly baked bread. He kindly asks, “Are you ready to order?” Jennie looks up before looking down at her menu again. “Yes, I would like the seafood pasta.” She gives her mother another smile. 

There was a softness to Athena’s features as she looked at her daughter. The little girl she had left behind had grown up into a beautiful young woman. It was one of those things about mortals that fascinated the goddess the most – how much they changed with the years.

They sat down, and Athena smiled softly towards her daughter. ”That is good to know. As for me, I am as I have always been. No more busy than usual, the world is what it is.” She left it at that, instead intent to turn the focus back towards her daughter. ”It is lovely to finally meet you again, Jennie. It has been far too long. There must be so much that I’ve missed…” she said, trailing off as the waiter presented them with the menus.

”It is, yes. In fact, it’s one of the best restaurants here on the island,” the goddess replied as her eyes scanned the menu handed to her, more out of habit than anything else. She didn’t really favor mortal food, much preferring the ambrosia that made up most of her diet, but there were some things that were quite palatable. As the waiter came to the table to take their orders, Athena waited for her daughter to speak first before ordering herself. ”And I’ll have the mushroom risotto, with a side of olives.” Having handed back her menu, she turned back towards Jennie, offering a smile of her own.

”Now, I’m curious. How do you find Mount Phoenix so far? Have you settled in properly? What have you been doing recently?” The the rapid-fire questions are asked with eyes sparkling with curiosity. The goddess has to stop herself from interrogating her daughter completely, aware that her desire to learn more about Jennie’s life and her habit of always wanting to gain the most exhaustive amount of information about everyone she comes across isn’t a good combination. What she wants is after all to get closer to her daughter, not to scare her away.

οικογένεια | athena + jennie

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'Let me take you for a joyride.’

melanie martinez lyrics@mpsunwukong

A heavy sigh left the goddess’ lips. “Athena Parthenos. Do you know the meaning of that?” Her silver grey eyes locked on the monkey god, a streak of irritation apparent in her voice. “It not, you should try opening a book or two. Do you want the simplified version?”

She did not wait for the god to reply.

“It means no and it means that you have crossed all the lines. It means that your ‘jokes’…” she paused for a moment for emphasize, a look of utter disgust painted across her face, “…aren’t amusing in the slightest.” Athena brushed some invisible specks of dust of the leg of her trousers before once again locking eyes with the god. “Don’t tempt the fates, Monkey, and don’t try to provoke me. You’ll gain nothing from it. Now, let’s get on with this council meeting.” 

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'Everyone thinks that we’re perfect.’

melanie martinez lyrics@amaterasuxmp

“Well, aren’t we? At least relatively?” Athena looked up from the pile of old tomes she was sorting through, her suit coated in a layer of dust that once had been settled in a thick layer atop the heavy volumes. She had settled in the library for the day to help organizing the items she had brought to keep in the archives, and had found that Amaterasu offered quite interesting conversation.

“From their point of view, it must seem that way. We are deities, it is in our nature. And perhaps more importantly in their way of viewing us.” After all, who would worship a god they found to be highly flawed? The goddess figured it would take great amounts of ignorance to do such a thing. Not that there weren’t examples of that too.

“I can’t speak for all of us immortals though, but you already know that. I think we both have splendid examples of less-than-perfect parts of our pantheons, even our families, don’t we?” There was an amused glint to Athena’s eyes as she continued in an almost joking tone. “But for us? It’s not too far off.”

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Athena had been forced to accept that even though her new apartment was quite spacious, there was no chance it’d be able to house even a small part of her collections. It wasn’t unexpected. Finding mortal-sized housing spacious enough to fit enough items to fill a museum? It was not an easy task. The goddess had already been forced to downsize, carefully choosing old manuscripts and curiosities that she wanted to keep close while sending off other, less valuable pieces to be shown in museums or studied by mortal historians all over the world for the time being. Still, she was left with a sizable amount of documents and items to find storage for, most of them too fragile or valuable to let into the hands of mortals.

That’s where the Phoenix Library and Museum, and it’s head curator came into the picture. Hearing about the well protected archives that the Japanese sun goddess had established made the conclusion an easy one to reach.

Ancient books, scrolls of papyrus and parchment, relics and keepsakes dating all the way back to ancient Greece and then some was piled around the goddess as she stood waiting for Amaterasu. She had left only the most valuable things in her apartment: her suit of armor, shield and spear, a few original manuscripts and of course her aegis. Despite knowing that the archives storing all sorts of curious things, Athena wasn’t quite sure that it’s curator would be too pleased with working close to the severed head of a gorgon. She wouldn’t be either, had she not been so used to it.

The cold marble of her face melted into a pleasant smile at the sight of Amaterasu, nodding in recognition of the warm welcome. ”Thank you, Amaterasu. It is a beautiful library you’re running here.” She gave the pieces she’d brought with her a little nod before continuing. ”I suppose you got the form I filled out for storing items in the Compendium? I’m afraid I brought quite the amount of relics and writings with me, but there simply isn’t enough room in the assigned apartments.” The goddess sighed, shaking her head slightly. ”They might be spacious enough for the more … simple minded tenants, but I can’t seem to fit even half my collection of ancient mathematical texts comfortably…”

Athena trailed off, for a moment lost in thoughts, before turning her bright silver eyes back towards Amaterasu. ”Ah, either way. I need to store all of this,” she made a sweeping gesture towards the piled up items before continuing, ”… somewhere and I figured this would be the best place.”

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The Compendium was the official name of the Archives Amaterasu had put up just under the library itself. Filled with enchantments and all sorts of barriers, it was designed to keep the more volatile, and more precious of the deities’ works and other items. Since she had set it up, Amaterasu had had several of the gods stop by, often with nondescript packages (or in Morrigan’s case, macabre items) and would ask the Head Curator to keep them safe.

Naturally, the only ones allowed in the Compendium were those with godly powers and abilities. Amaterasu had to add those extra precautions as the Compendium had a tendency to appear to wayward demigods and summon monsters the first weeks it had been opened.

In order to store something in the Compendium, one usually needed an appointment, or stop by Amaterasu’s office. She had had to device a magical form because the last few objects Apollo had decided to store inside were some highly volatile sun shields (which naturally exploded), and Amaterasu needed the liability clause.

So when a form appeared atop of her desk that morning, she assumed it must be one of the other gods who had already stored something in the Compendium before. Her eyebrows quirked up at the rather long list of items in the inventory box and she felt herself perk up at the name signed as consignee.

Athena.

“Kami,” Amaterasu breathed to herself, fighting the urge to suddenly appear at the librarian’s desk where the forms were, and naturally the goddess. Athena would posses all sorts of books and tomes, and knowledge about the Greek and Roman culture, naturally and Amaterasu was really curious and excited to meet her. After all, libraries were the sort of thing Athena would probably love to talk about right? right?

Taking a deep breath, Amaterasu stood up from her desk, and as sedately and calmly as she could, headed over to the drop off desk for the Compendium. She kept her expression as polite as she could as she spotted the stately form of the goddess, the inventory she wanted stored stacked beside her and on the desk.

The smile on Amaterasu’s face was definitely of warmth and welcome. “Hello, Welcome to the Mount Phoenix Library and Museum. It’s not everyday we get visits from Lady Athena,”

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Melanie Martinez Lyrics

‘You take things so hard, and then you fall apart.’

‘Your heart’s too big for your body.’

‘You don’t fucking care.’

‘You’re all on your own.’

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'You call me fucking dumb for the stupid shit I do.’

'Telling you things you already know.’

'It’s not like I’m asking to be your wife/husband.’

'I wanna make you mine, but it’s hard to say.’

'Is this coming off in a cheesy way?’

'I wanna ride my bike with you.’

'Blood still stains when the sheets are washed.’

'Kids are still depressed when you dress them up.’

'How did you afford this ring that I love, honey?’

'He/she doesn’t think I’m that fucking dumb, does he/she?’

'He/she’s still dead when you’re done with the bottle.’

'All the make-up in the world won’t make you less insecure.’

'Chasing after you is like a fairytale.’

'It’s all fun and games, until somebody falls in love.’

'There’s no turning back now.’

'It’s like you disappeared. Where’d you go?’

'Why did you steal my cotton-candy heart?’

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