#; * ! ariadne ( 001. )

[rviner]

@wilddwcrds loki x ariadne - the tunnels to the wards

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"You were trying to get my brother's knife, hm?" Loki smirks as he wanders along the precarious tracking, spotting Ariadne as she climbs into an offshoot passageway. It doesn't matter to him that it's been a few weeks since the newly named girl tried to steal from Egil. The thought makes him laugh, but the attempt also showed her promise. One of the main arguments Loki continues to make in favor of keeping her with them. Although, it is not one of the reasons why he wants her to stay.

"I can take you somewhere." he comes to a stop along the tracks, eyesight adjusting to the limited lighting as he glances up to the passageway she sits in. A sliver of light casts a small shine over her features and hair and the sight of it turns his smirk into a grin "I know a way to get your own." Loki nods to the vast dark of the tunnel. "It is dangerous, so you have to be quiet." he glances back to her, half etching into the shadows as he predicts her answer will be yes. But, Loki is a gentleman, obviously. His hand extends to help her down from the passageway, a softer expression sweeping over his features. "If you can do that."

[nightmaretist]

@ariadnewhitlock replied to your post “[pm] Professor Endeman? I am going to be in one of...”:

[pm] Oh. I'm sorry. My name is Ariadne. Whitlock, if that helps. That's my last name. I'd love to have stuff to read over the summer, but only if it's not too much of a problem for you.

[pm] ​[User lifts brows in the privacy of her own home and grows intrigued.] Nice to meet you, Ariadne. Oh, no problem for me — you're the one who'll be doing the reading after all. Can I ask why you're taking my class? What's your major, all that jazz!

[ohwynne]

continued from here.

[pm] Hi Wynne! :)

They are going well, and I would love to come and get a treat. Do you have any raspberry danishes? Or cinnamon rolls? I’ll take anything, though. Thank you. :)

Those were all sold out, but we have custard danishes! Just a pair. I'll hide them away from view for you. :) I really enjoyed our coffee [..] get together last week.

@ariadnewhitlock

[rn-zane]

TIMING: recent SETTING: downtown PARTIES: Zane @rn-zane & Ariadne @ariadnewhitlock SUMMARY: ariadne meets an animal she'd rather not be around, zane doesn't really understand why she's so afraid of the little guy.

She’d gotten herself a treat - both because she wanted one (which was of course, a good enough reason itself) and because she’d finished an assignment for one of her classes, and Ariadne saw it fit to reward herself. She’d chosen a turnover - apple - and had opened up the bag and taken out the treat when she heard a rustling in a series of nearby bushes.

She stood still, for a moment - waiting for the cry of whatever animal it was. Except that what emerged didn’t look like anything she’d seen in Maine before. Ariadne  couldn’t remember what it was called, though she was fairly certain she’d seen them either at some zoo or in one of the animal books she’d pored over as a child. Except that it looked right at her, and started moving toward her.

Ariadne could vaguely recall one of the first mare she’d met mentioning something about some animal that ate them. She swallowed, and began walking briskly away, looking back again and again and the creature that had, apparently, chosen to follow her. She kept looking back, positive that her heart would be racing if it could, still not looking where she was going, until she slammed into someone. “I - sorry.” She took in a deep breath, “sorry - I - it - can - excuse me, I’ll be going now.” 

It was nice when the forecast was cloudy like today, giving Zane an opportunity to be somewhere else than at work or at the house after sunrise. It still felt risky, sometimes, wondering if the sun would suddenly appear and just melt him like in a low budget horror movie. He knew that wasn’t exactly how it worked but he wasn’t exactly anxious to find out how it did work. If someone told you that the sun would kill you, there was nothing to do but take that very seriously. He was checking his phone, looking at the forecast for what had to be the fifth time since leaving the house when it clattered to the ground, something sticky smushing up against his chest and a whole person following. 

“Woah, hey,” came the startled response and Zane grabbed her shoulders to steady the clearly panicking girl. A quick glance behind her confirmed that she wasn’t being followed but a second glance found… what? The long snout of whatever stood on the street a few feet away made it look like an anteater but it wasn’t like any anteater Zane had heard about. It was big and furry, seeming to be sniffing at the air before its focus landed on the stranger that had just squished their baked treat into Zane’s shirt. 

“What is that?” he pondered out loud, letting go of the stranger to crouch and take a better look, which proved unnecessary as the creature trotted up to them and paid no attention to Zane. It made a beeline for the stranger who definitely didn’t look too pleased about it. There were no sharp teeth in sight, or deadly claws, and Zane’s self preservation had never been up to standard, granted. So he shucked off his jacket in one move, to at least pretend he was careful in his actions, and wrapped it around the excited creature. It stopped in its tracks, looking grumpy and still trying to pedal its way towards the stranger, but at least it wasn’t trying to bite his arm off. 

“Sorry, sorry,” she practically squeaked. “I - here’s a napkin.” She handed one to him. “I should have looked where I was going, but…” but she didn’t. Which was obvious to the both of them, clearly. There was a certain tightness in her chest that could only be explained by some sort of residual panic response, even if Ariadne wasn’t sure she even had the capability to panic anymore.

“I - don’t know what it is.” She wished she could recall the name of the creature. “It just followed me, aggressively or whatever, and I -” Ariadne winced again, only finally relaxing when the other covered up the creature. “I don’t even have any food on me,” except, she supposed, in this case she sort of was the food. Which was alarming enough to think about, without actually being in the presence of said creature.

“I’m Ariadne,” she began. “If you want to pick that up, I’m sure it would appreciate it.” As would I. “I’m really really sorry about ruining your shirt. That’ll teach me to make sure I look where I’m going more often.”

Even with the newcomer still in a panic, Zane found himself almost amused by the situation. The creature was wriggling in his arms now while she stared at it with barely filtered horror. Maybe she was just generally scared of animals, nothing to judge, but a small smile did play on his lips as he hoisted the surprisingly heavy animal into his arms.

“It’s fine,” he assured her, glancing down at his shirt. It would probably wash out and if not, he was due for some shopping either way. His collection of nondescript T-shirts was getting thin, the thing he wore most after scrubs and running clothes. “Happens to the best of us. You wouldn’t believe the amount of coffee cups I’ve spilled down people’s shirts. I’m Zane.” He would have offered his hands but the sweater wrapped animal was making it hard enough as it is, still stretching out towards Ariadne. 

“This guy really seems to like you, huh? I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“If you say so, ‘cause it is all my fault.” Ariadne side-eyed the creature in the man’s hands. Technically, it was the creature’s fault, but she couldn’t bring herself to blame it, even if it did literally want to eat her. “I hope you didn’t get burned.” She made a small face. 

“Oh. Hi.” She took his hand as best as she could and offered it a small shake. “Nice to meet you, even given well…” her voice trailed off - reminded of times when she and Chance had, as kids, gotten pizza or pasta and somehow ended up with the marinara sauce covering their faces and clothes.

“I - he seems mad. Right?” Ariadne made another face. “It’s got teeth and I don’t know if the fact that it keeps showing them to me is a good thing.”

 Zane chuckled, amused at how distrusting she seemed of the animal. “Hey, I was staring at my phone. Disaster could have easily been avoided on my part, too.” The completely unwarranted worry for his shirt was relatable, the regret in her eyes most likely mirroring his own on the multiple occasions where he’d clumsily messed things up. ‘Just stop, it’s fine,’ was a phrase he was almost too used to hearing, pressing him to make sure this stranger didn’t leave with the same gnawing worry he was often stuck with over the smallest of things. “Besides, the shirt is definitely overworn by now, anyway.”

“Mad?” Eyes turned to the squirming animal, beady eyes still trained on the stranger. “I don’t know, maybe just… hungry? If he were really that mad, I think I’d be a lot more hurt right now. And lots of things have teeth. Most things, actually… Maybe he’s… smiling?” The attempt wasn’t great and the little guy really did seem interested in having a taste of the stranger but carnivorous anteaters weren’t a thing Zane had heard about yet. 

“Right, anyway…” Zane hoisted the animal better into his arms, hoping that the rest of his housemates wouldn’t mind putting up with the little guy for a while until he figured out what to do with it. “Don’t worry about the shirt, I’ll get Mister toothy here out of your face. Have a nice day…” He hinted for getting a name, realizing he didn’t know it or hadn’t caught it at least, in all the hassle. 

“You don’t have to say that, just to be nice, you know.” Ariadne sighed, though the stranger’s apparent kindness was something more than welcome - and, despite the creature in his arms who literally wanted to eat her alive, “but thanks - and I think the shirt looks fine, but I also figure that one can always find an excuse to go shopping, maybe.” Not that she did that all too often, but in theory, at least, it seemed to make sense.

“I don’t want to judge a smile, so maybe…” She would have been thrilled, if that were the case, and she didn’t want to sound entirely silly, so Ariadne offered him a shrug. “I guess most things do have teeth. Do worms? I don’t know if they do or not.” It wasn’t the point of the conversation, not even a little bit, but she was far too set on trying to ignore the fact that an entirely innocent-looking (or at least she figured that was usually its look) creature was apparently one of the worst things that she could come across. 

“I - well, sorry - I’m Ariadne,” she began, “and I’d really like to at least get you a coffee or something, as an apology, or even a shirt, if that’s not too weird. I’m just very appreciative of your kindness.” As well as the fact that he’d prevented her from getting eaten today. “Only if you want. I don’t want to further overstep or anything.”

It was a nice offer, at least the coffee since he definitely didn’t want some stranger going through the trouble of getting him a new shirt. Zane wasn’t exaggerating about how little he cared about the dirtied shirt but no matter the circumstance, a cup of coffee did sound nice. With the weather still behaving, maybe this could end up as a nice chat. “Oh! You’re definitely not overstepping. You really don’t need to make up for anything but I’m-” he jumped as the animal made a new attempt to escape, craning his neck towards Ariadne, “sorry, definitely up for a coffee.” He smiled, turning his body away from the new acquaintance to spare her from the squirming creature. 

“Guess I should get him somewhere where he’ll stop grinning at you, probably change my shirt and… meet you back here?” His eyes moved over the surrounding businesses, landing on Starring Role Pâtisserie just a few houses down. “They look like they have coffee so… get us a table?” Ariadne looked nice, if just a bit nervous, but Zane hazarded a guess that she’d do better without the jacket wrapped animal trying to lunge at her for some reason. 

With a part two to their random meet up decided, Zane hurried back to the house with his new… friend? It definitely calmed down once they were out of Ariadne’s vicinity, which was weird but who knew. Maybe it had liked her perfume or the pattern on her clothes. The facts Zane currently had on the animal were close to zero. It seemed content once placed in his room as he’d barely placed it on the floor before it was flopping down for some shut eye. Good enough for now. 

He’d returned quickly back downtown, trying to quiet the idea that Ariadne would be gone. She didn’t have a reason to hang around other than her offer, most likely just made out of guilt, and Zane wouldn’t have been surprised to find the the patisserie void of his new friend. But it wasn’t. “Hey. So your number one fan is safely stowed away and hopefully he doesn’t have friends out there looking for you now,” he joked, taking a seat with her, smile lighting up his face. It was nice to have someone offer you a coffee and stick around to actually go through with it. 

“I’d like to get a coffee.” He was probably just being far too polite, but Ariande had elected to just believe that he was meant to be there in order to save her. Which made her sound far too much like a damsel-in-distress type, but that was fine. Better that than the monster she really was. That the creature Zane had in his arms was acutely aware of.

“That would be good. You can probably just take him to your house, unless you’ve got roommates who might freak out, but I figure usually people are chill with this.” She looked down. “Obviously not me, but others might be? I’m sorry to have messed it up though.” Ariadne sighed again “I’ll grab a table, yeah, absolutely.” She didn’t know if he’d just decide to not come back, but she figured that if that were the case (and it would be perfectly valid on his part, given how they’d met), she’d still be able to order something delicious and make her way home.

Still, he was nice, and he’d said yes to coffee when she’d given him an easy out, so Ariadne figured he’d come back, and that thought alone was nice. Between this and the girl who’d up and decided to befriend her on the internet without even knowing her, maybe she wasn’t totally failing at this whole thing. There was a part of her that wanted to text Chance, to tell him ‘look, I can be cool’ - but that was something she would’ve done a year ago. Not now - and a year ago she wouldn’t have had to do any of this.

She grabbed a table and had decided that staring at the door was probably not a great idea, and so she’d pulled up her phone, absent-mindedly scrolling through various apps. She heard the door open and spotted Zane walking in and gave him a small wave. “Hi. I appreciate that - thanks. Whenever you’re ready, we can order, and I know I’m craving something sweet, so I’d be happy to get something for you too, in addition to the coffee-or-tea that you want.”

With nothing (hopefully) to scare her, Ariadne seemed much lighter. Zane noticed the way her words seemed to tumble out a bit, wondering if she’d been as nervous about him not showing up as he’d been about returning to an empty table. Taking a seat, he glanced over at the cooler displaying various treats, wishing they made his mouth water. “Feeling adventurous so I’ll just have the same as you.” He felt a bit guilty, letting her pay for a treat that he wouldn’t really appreciate but something told him that Ariadne would feel better about the whole ordeal if he just let her go a bit beyond. Oh… is this what Chance had felt like when Zane had apologized five times for being a dick at the ER? Oops.

Food ordered, Zane settled into the seat and regarded his new companion. Faintly noticing that she didn’t smell as strong as most others he met but it was probably diluted in the strong smell of freshly brewed coffee. “So, uh… I’m Zane. Like I mentioned. Nurse at the ER when I’m not picking weird animals of the street. Lived here for a couple of years now. Unhealthy obsession with Grey’s Anatomy.” He rattled off the facts, hoping that throwing them out there like some weird speed date would get the other’s mind off the reason they were sat here in the first place. 

“Okay. Good. I hope you won’t be disappointed, and if you are, you can just tell me! And then I can get you something else!” Maybe she was trying too hard. She probably was trying too hard. “That sounds good, though. I was thinking of getting a cinnamon roll. Maybe seeing if they’ve got extra frosting - something about the cinnamon and the frosting - or icing, I’m not sure which is which, is just delightful.” Ariadne hopped up and went to place the order, grateful that Zane followed her. Once that was taken care of, she took a seat opposite him and offered him a careful half-smile.

“I’m Ariadne, which you… also knew. Art history and dance double major. Would probably just do dance, if I could, but I like learning about stuff and art’s one of my favorite things, so…” She shrugged. “Your habit of picking up weird animals is appreciated. I’ve lived here… my whole life.” She nodded. “Oh! I’ve seen some of that show. April was my favorite. I think. Either her or Teddy, I think. Though I’m not an expert, so if you’re in the mood to tell me more about it, I’m game.”

It was a relief when Ariadne joined in the random fact chucking, Zane nodding along as she spoke. The tension was slowly seeping from his body, allowing him to relax into the chair. Casual coffee and chatting was still a new commodity for him, at least without something specific to talk about. It was easy with his coworkers where the subject topic was usually work related and weirdly easy with Jonas, who had somehow steered the conversation into dark but relatable territory. Sharing ER stories or family trauma didn’t exactly feel right at this moment but at least Ariadne didn’t seem to mind the small talk. 

“I mean, you probably don’t want to get me started since I pretty much made that show my personality at one point so we’d be here until closing,” he chuckled, getting distracted at the arrival of steaming cinnamon rolls and drinks. “But I will say that Jackson Avery’s eyes had me obsessed for like… yeah, I still don’t think I’m over it.” Zane picked at the cinnamon roll with his fork, mostly out of politeness, but it was warm and chewy and not altogether unpleasant despite the general lack of taste. “So, college? Must keep you busy with the studying and the giant social aspect of it.”

He was nodding at her words, so at the very least, he didn’t think she was totally off, or anything like that. Either that, or he was just incredibly polite. Ariadne found that she’d be more than happy for either option to be true.

“I’d be okay with that.” Saying I don’t really have friends to talk to, or go home to, was probably a poor idea. “But I don’t want to like, keep you - so that’s fine! Well, Jackson’s great. I still think him and April belong together - and this isn’t me hitting on you,” she made a face, “and I think his eyes and charm do wonders.” Ariadne offered Zane a small smile. “Uh…” her voice trailed off, and she took a bite of the cinnamon roll. “Studying, yeah, sometimes,” when she could focus. “Social. Not so much.” She shook her head. “My cousin’s much more of that than I am. But I like it. I like having stuff to do. I bet working in the ER’s much more exciting.”

Zane couldn’t help but chuckle as Ariadne backtracked on her words, knowing fondly that it was the exact thing he himself had done on multiple occasions. Making an excuse in preparation in case whatever rolled out of his mouth unscripted might be taken the wrong way. Being on the other side of this scenario made him feel more confident in a way - like how awkward scenarios weren’t as awkward if you were doing them on behalf of someone else. “It’s fine, definitely didn’t get that vibe so you’re good. And you wouldn’t have much luck, anyway.” He paused. “Jackson’s more my type than April.”

Seemed like they had more in common, Zane realized as she disregarded the social aspect of college. “I get that. I gave one dorm room party a shot when I was in college and that was pretty much it.” He smiled, hoping the message came through that he didn’t find her lack of social standing a bad thing. “Sometimes it’s exciting. Sometimes just stressful but I love it. Are you and your cousin close despite them being… a social butterfly?”

“That’s good - and honestly, good for you. Jackson’s an excellent type to have anyhow.” Ariadne took in a deep breath, offering Zane a small smile. “Maybe I should get back to watching the show - then I’d be able to actually talk about it, rather than in mostly-hypotheticals, hm?”

She couldn’t help but feel more and more relieved, the more he talked. “Yeah, I did a bit my first year, but it wasn’t really my kinda thing.” Ariadne took another bite of her cinnamon roll. “I’m glad that you love it. I figure, that’s sort of what’s most rewarding in the end, yeah? If you like your job, then things’ll hopefully work out?” It was an unusually optimistic tone of voice for her to take on, but right now, maybe the situation demanded it. “We…” she looked down at the table briefly. “Used to be closer. He’s gotten way more social recently, and some of it isn’t stuff that I’m always comfy with.” Which felt like way too much to say to a stranger. Backpedaling, Ariadne commented, “just I guess he’s more extroverted than I am, and college helped him realize that.”

Now that it had been stated pretty clearly that this impromptu coffee date was nothing if not platonic, as well as both of them having had a chance to ramble out some nonsense, Zane finally felt some ease settle over the small table. Talking about jobs, social events, family… that was regular stuff that friends talked about, right? His knowledge was rusty but it felt right. “I’ll send you some of the best episodes since 19 seasons is a lot to get through.”

Nodding at her view on the job, mirroring his own rather well since he couldn’t imagine waking up every day to do something he hated, Zane matched her smile. Ariadne’s faltered for a moment however as she spoke about her cousin, making his heart ache. “Hey, at least you found a fellow introvert. We gotta stick together, right?” he offered, holding up his drink for a cheer. 

“Please do! If there’s other characters I might like, feel free to send me their best episodes, too. I’d like that a lot.” Ariadne brightened. This had to count for some sort of progress on the friend front, didn’t it? Zane was nice and even though a part of her wanted to say that nineteen seasons wasn’t really anything when you didn’t have to sleep, she figured that bringing that strange fact up was probably not for the best.

“That’s true. Fellow introverts unite.” She held up her drink, lightly bumping it against his. “To quiet nights in.” Ariadne offered him another cautious smile. “And new… friends?” She took a quick sip of her drink, as if to seal the deal. 

It was nice to know that she could still meet good and kind people in the world. Especially when they also so happened to save her from dangerous-yet-adorable creatures.

[hidinghesperia]

Date: January, some time Location: The Labyrinth Characters: @ariadnesenatus & @hidinghesperia Notes: cousin :)

Not by blood, but Ariadne would have been a cousin to Hesperia if time and Fate had been kinder to them both. Hesperos, Hesperia's father, had told her older siblings so many stories of the divine nymphs that had adopted and raised him. They, in turn, had told their youngest sister where her name had come from when their fathers were gone. Hesperia had grown up loved and surrounded by so many siblings, no matter the fact that their parents had passed the fey family had never been alone in Eden. Ariadne had not known the same comfort and love as far as Hesperia knew. A divine-blooded princess born after Hesperia's time who had been made to grow up under cruel parents. The elf knew the princess was here now, she knew why she had arrived from all the rumours and gossip. While she didn't imagine that Ariadne might have any magic or knowledge to help The Tranquil with, this time Hesperia ventured out to find someone simply out of the sheer and selfish desire to know them. The Hesperides had rescued her late father, raised him as one of their own and then taught him the love of family that got passed down onto her. Her entire family owed them and, thus, Hesperia owed it to Ariadne to love and support her. To know her... at the very least. She wasn't sure if a divine princess would want anything at all to do with a common dusk elf that never even knew the nymphs she was named for. But she had hope regardless.

Wearing a scarf made of Amphisbaena that protected her pointed ears and made her feel more secure in the Otherworld, the scarf's cloaking magic and Hesperia's own penchant for moving in such a silent manner made many jump. She might've considered that more carefully before accidentally scaring the guards at the entrance of The Labyrinth, earning a scolding that put her on edge. Out of sheer defensive habit, she'd quickly taken out a dagger when one of the angry guards took out what looked like a weapon to her. She'd later find out it was just what mortals called a 'walkie talkie.' So the elf found herself in an office, awaiting someone to talk to her about this misunderstanding and let her go when a woman walked in. The magic that emanated from her was potent; Hesperia silently assumed it must have been Ariadne. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "I didn't mean to frighten your guards... or to threaten them."

[victoriams]

ᴡʜᴏ: DELILAH RIPLEY & ARIADNE DOVECOTE ( @wvrricrs ) ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: SOMEBODY'S LAUNCH PARTY ᴡʜᴇɴ: MORNING OF THE (PROPER) LAUNCH

Watching the games, year after year, had been tradition in the Ripley household. Delilah had never found it quite as exciting as some people did – though she was a fan of the senseless bloodshed. The way that the tributes, so seemingly civilised in their interviews, would turn so quickly to violence when handed a weapon. Then again, she supposed this was the point, wasn't it? To remind the districts that, no matter what, they would always turn against one another, in the end. It was what had allowed the Capitol to triumph during the dark days, and it was what had allowed them to remain in power ever since.

Her parents had always given Delilah and Kaleb money to place their bets on whichever tributes tickled their fancy – it had been a fun game for them. Kaleb had always put far too much effort into selecting his champion, looking at stats and odds and all manner of things, while Delilah had generally chosen whichever tribute came across as the most vile during their interview. Most years, this was a sound enough strategy – and in the years that it wasn't, Delilah would pretend not to care about the outcome of the arena, so as not to afford her little brother the satisfaction of having beaten her.

So, yes, old habits apparently die hard, and Delilah finds herself engrossed in the launch of the games rather than socialising at this party she's been invited to. Strictly speaking, she should probably be working – but Delilah's seniority affords her the luxury of doing just about whatever she wanted, particularly given that firing her would all but spell the end of this government's reign. "Oh, fuck me," Delilah mutters, frustrated, as she watches one of the tributes she'd placed a small amount of money on die rather unceremoniously. "Not you." She says, realising that she's caught the attention of one ARIA DOVECOTE. "These fucking idiots," She explains, gesturing to the screen, "Just lost me about a hundred coin."

[ohwynne]

[pm] I could do that, too! I have the day off on Sunday, if that's alright with you?

Oh, that would be so lovely! We can exchange little gifts. I didn't know you embroidered, though? I love that. I'm not very good at it, but I do like to knit.

[pm] I'd like that. It'd be the perfect time to lie down together and watch the sky. I could do that next weekend, if you wanted? Up to you.

I'll give you something embroidered next time we meet. Maybe a flower. Is that okay?

[historiavn]

࿐ ࿔ 🔪 *:･ﾟ JOSEPHINE MATTHEWS

╭      ⁞ ❏. ⠀UNIVERSE :     Divergent

╭      ⁞ ❏. ⠀CLASSIFICATION  :    Original Character

╭      ⁞ ❏. ⠀CASTED WITH  :      Emilia Clarke

╭      ⁞ ❏. ⠀AVAILABLE CROSSOVERS :     None

━━━━┅━━     001. ⠀ ⠀BASIC FACTS

╭      ⁞ ❏. ⠀ NAME  :      Josephine Matthews

╭      ⁞ ❏. ⠀ ALIAS(ES)  :      “Jo”

╭      ⁞ ❏. ⠀TITLE(S)  :      None

╭      ⁞ ❏. ⠀PRONOUNS  :      She / Her / Hers.

╭      ⁞ ❏. ⠀SEXUALITY  :      Panromantic Pansexual

╭      ⁞ ❏. ⠀HOMETOWN  :      Chicago

╭      ⁞ ❏. ⠀RESIDENCE  :      Dauntless Compound

╭      ⁞ ❏. ⠀ LANGUAGE(S)  :      English

━━━━┅━━ ⠀ ⠀ 002. ⠀ ⠀ DEMEANOR

╭      ⁞ ❏. ⠀MYERS-BRIGGS    :      INTJ

╭      ⁞ ❏. ⠀MOST SIMILAR TO  :    Ariadne (Inception), Alice Cullen (Twilight), Jasmine (Aladdin), Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things), Elsa (Frozen), Angelica Schuyler (Hamilton).

╭      ⁞ ❏. ⠀HOBBIES  :      Knife-Throwing, Parkour, Drawing, Reading, Research, Exploring.

╭      ⁞ ❏. ⠀INTERESTS  :   Combat, Literature, Art, Music, Weaponry, Urban Exploration, Psychology, Leadership.

━━━━┅━━ ⠀ ⠀ 003. ⠀ ⠀ BACKGROUND

Josephine “Jo” Matthews is the only daughter of Jeanine Matthews, the cold and calculating leader of Erudite. Seemingly fated to follow in her mother’s footsteps by one day becoming Erudite’s leader, Josephine’s life took a drastic turn when her aptitude test revealed she was Divergent, capable of fitting into Erudite, Dauntless, and Abnegation. Rejecting her mother’s rigid expectations and moral corruption, Josephine shocked everyone by choosing Dauntless at her Choosing Ceremony. This choice was a pragmatic attempt at ensuring her own survival as much as it was about securing her freedom; Dauntless, with its emphasis on the virtue of bravery, seemed like the only place where she could truly be herself even while carefully concealing her Divergence. To sever her ties with her mother completely, Josephine chose the nickname “Jo” upon entering the Dauntless compound, forever separating herself from her Erudite childhood.

Though initially out of place among her new peers, Jo adapted quickly, utilizing her Erudite upbringing and the new information learned in Dauntless to rise through the ranks at an astonishing pace. Her Divergent nature — which she hid carefully, knowing the cost of exposure — gave her an edge in simulations and strategy, enabling her to secure third place in the final initiation rankings. However, her past comes back to haunt her as tensions between the factions continue to rise …

━━━━┅━━ ⠀ ⠀ 004. ⠀ ⠀ HEADCANONS

→ ⠀ Jo has an eidetic memory.

→ ⠀ Despite being raised in a faction that prioritizes factual knowledge, Jo secretly collected and read fictional books as a child. Her favorite fairytales growing up were stories written long before the faction system, and included “The Wizard of Oz”, “Cinderella”, and “Beauty and the Beast”.

→ ⠀ During Dauntless initiation, Jo discovers that she has a knack for knife-throwing when she inadvertently hits the center of the target on her very first try. Knives become her go-to weapon, and she uses it as a way to center herself when she’s overwhelmed. Several people have walked in on Jo throwing knives at a target that has a picture of Jeanine’s face in the center before.

→ ⠀ Jo absolutely despises bullies, and will always step in if she witnesses an incident to stand up for the victim — even if it means making enemies in the process.

→ ⠀ On her first day at the Dauntless compound, Jo gets a tattoo on her back of a phoenix rising from the ashes in order to symbolize her rebirth as a member of Dauntless.

→ ⠀ Jo never gives up her love of learning. In fact, she keeps a secret journal where she writes down any observations, strategies, and ideas that come to mind throughout the day.

[mythosborn]

# MYTHOSBORN : INDEPENDENT, SELECTIVE & PRIVATE PORTRAYAL OF MYTHOLOGY BASED MUSES, FROM GREEK MYTHOLOGY. NOT INFLUENCED BY ANY MODERN RETELLINGS OR PORTRAYALS, PURELY MYTH AND HEADCANON BASED. TRIGGERING MATERIALS AHEAD, PROCEED WITH CAUTION. adored by shelley — 30, pst, low to medium activity.

✧ — NAVIGATE BLOG : carrd » wishlist » memes . ✧ — ALSO AT : @axewon ( johanna mason ) » @lorestold ( general multimuse ) » @queenwolved ( hayley marshall & elena micahels dual muse ) » @allqueen ( hera ) » & @fonsmors ( persephone )

muses and rules temporarily under the cut:

001. this is a highly headcanon based blog for muses from greek mythos, both god and mortal. due to the themes featured in greek mythology, including in hera's own stories and the way that she takes her anger out on mortals, there are triggering themes featured here, so minors, please don't interact. this is not my main blog, and i can often be found on @lorestold, which is my main blog. when i'm not here, find me there!

002. as mentioned, this blog is not my main priority, but for my sake of mind, it's a mutuals only blog that i consider low activity. if i don't follow for follow, but if we are mutuals, please know i do want to write with you at some point!

003. this blog uses the beta editor only, so please use trim reblogs when replying to things with me, otherwise i won't be able to cut them properly. as far as formatting go, i generally use small text and icons of my own making, using a psd from @calisources and a border by @creationcolors & @jaynedits combined. don't take and use anywhere, especially without permission.

004. greek mythology is really triggering and it never shies away from the darker aspects of it, even the more . . . wild ones, if you will. this portrayal will not water them down either, so please take care when following.

005. as far as my portrayal, i don't take any influence from any interpretations of hera outside of mythology itself, and my own headcanons and thoughts. i don't follow anything from percy jackson, from any modern retellings or anything else, so please don't assume when it comes to my portrayal.

006. please send me memes! tag me in things!! approach me about shipping! i love the idea of exploring things, but chemistry's required. that said though, sending memes is the best way to test the waters!

007. there's more i'm sure, but i can't think of what, so just keep an eye on things. basic rpc etiquette applies though, so please just be a good person and we'll get along fine.

MUSES.

✧ — selene, goddess of the moon. » margot robbie.

✧ — nyx, goddess of the night » mila kunis.

✧ — demeter, goddess of the harvest » emily blunt.

✧ — hecate, goddess of witchcraft » katie mcgrath.

✧ — cassandra, trojan priestess » melisa asli pamuk.

✧ — andromache, trojan princess » hande erçel.

✧ — helen, spartan queen » lili reinhart.

✧ — amphitrite, queen of the sea » kiera knightley.

✧ — thetis, nereid » penelope cruz.

✧ — briseis, trojan princess » demet ozdemir.

✧ — aphrodite, goddess of sex, beauty and lust » adelaide kane.

✧ — artemis, goddess of the hunt » alexandra daddario.

✧ — athena, goddess of wisdom » marie avgeropoulos.

✧ — ariadne, cretian princess » phoebe dynevor.

[undead-bones]

Some exemples to my other posts's ideas

Inaction/Neutrality. (Cowardice? Refusal to Save? To Rebel? To Protect? To Punish? To get Revenge? To Fight Back? To Stop? Or denied you the right to take said action?)

Abuse? Refugees? Punishment? Insult? Revenge? Injustice? Didn't save you/take you from the bad situation you're in? Let the person hurt you? Expect to accept the bullshit?

Doran Martell, Hinata (for Neji), Thranduil, Jaime Lannister (for Rhaella), the Valar.

Ungratefulness (Betray after they Help/Save you? Refuse to aid after everything you did and sacrifice for them? Don't valorize you enough?).

Defended when they lied. Killed because they helped you. Demand help/forgiveness after what they did to you. Got in trouble for helping them and was abandoned.

Walder Frey, Ariadne, Cersei (with Ned), Daenerys (with the Starks).

Not taking your side in the conflict. They forgive and stay with the person who wronged you (both of you?) or take their side, befriend or ally with said person, even help in hurting you or save them. Assist in the cover up. Or even giving a false testimony.

Finrod, Celebrimbor, King Viserys, Ned, Ollie, Sawada Nana, Wei Wuxian.

A character does shit and runs away, leaving their friends/family behind to suffer the consequences (or stigma) of being associated with them.

Defector, Run Away Bride, Evil Lineage, Kidnapped by Enemies

Rhaegar, Paris, Orochimaru (with Anko), Iemitsu.

Traitor of the Folk or Race/Category Traitor, maybe can be related to the '•' above or a Hunter of His Own Kind. (Inner-Prejudice maybe? Denial of Origin? Mixed Heritage? Or marrying someone of a 'lesser' kin can be considered 'treason'. Depends which the Folk in question is the considered superior/inferior, or can be a more Grey area too)

Raised by Rival/Adopted, Pretend to be Evil, Survival, Exception

Honerva (Haggar), Mance Rayder (kinda?), Norlin 'Silver Zoro', Uchiha Itachi, Conner (the Android), Raine Whispers.

Blitz and Fizzarolli from HB are considered that by Striker

Having a Relationship (or even children) with a member of a group you are prejudicial against is another level of wild shit

Turns Against (their Faction? Their Family? their Leader? A member? Encouraged by a specific person?)

Nargothrond, Argella Durrandon, Havria.

Amnesic Crimes (maybe being unaware or mind controled?)

Bucky, Roy Clone, Clone Trooper Fox, Amnesic Villain, Hercules, Light Yagami

Pre Redemption Crimes

Ignus, Maleficent, Jaime Lannister, Ollie

Seduce an Character (like a Lady Mcbeth/Evil Advisor, Evil Stepmother, Black Widow or an Gold Digger). A powerful person? political power? magical? Its an non-human supernatural being? Your Archnemesis? A Love Matyr? Manipulation? For their assistance/help? Face-Heel Turn? Using a person's feelings for your own benefit? Revenge? (on your other love? On the subject in question or someone related to them?)

Human Weapon

Mal (Descendants), Alyss Baskerville, Lysa Arryn, Ilosovic Stayne, Cora from Ouat, Queen Ariana (Barbie), Stephan (Maleficent), Annatar (Silm), Prince Hans

Secret Child

Of a posmortum character, missing, trump card, revenge, throne rival.

Oak Greenbriar, Jon Snow, Setsuna and Towa, Jinmi, Luke and Leia, Lyra Belaqua, Kubo, Jenna Greenwood, Jake Brandon, the Sawada Family, Aurora, Killmonger, Ryan Butcher, Melody (Ariel), Historia Reiss, Arthur Curry

Chosen One Wannabe/I Could Have been a Containder

Orochimaru, Princess Rhaenys, Morro, Tai Lung.

There is Another/Hidden Tribe

Planet Pollux, Pandas (Po's Family), Maleficent's people, Quincy, Rio 2. Kara Danvers.

Locked in the Basement

Giles Grimm, Morpheus, Lapis Lazulli, Elk (Centaurworld)

Battle Royality/Infiltration

Joshua (twewy), Player 001 (Squid Game), Logan (Jigsaw)

Loyal Servant

Xiao, Sui-Feng

Villain and Hero (kind off?) have a kid together

BB (Kill Bill), Alice Baskeville (PH), Damian Wayne, Zuko (Cuz of Ursa), Sephiroth, Luke Skywalker, Kubo, Illyasviel Von Einzbern, Lloyd Garmadon

Identity

Yue, Venti, Utawarerumono, Yaotl, Gabriel (SP)

Alayne Stole, Mare Barrow

Vessel/In another Form

Bakura, Kurama, Kur, Blue Beetle, Angra Mainyu, Fnaf's Animatronics

Mogget Abhorsen, Annatar, Neliel Tu Oderschvank, Yaolt, Annatar

Unfriendly Fire

Anna of Arendelle, Rin Nohara, Yanli, Crepus Ragnvindr, Connla

Recruit the Enemy

Celaena (TOG), Levi Arckerman, Mukuro Rokudo, Suicide Squad, Xiao

Exiled

Dionysus, Kaedehara Kazuha, Zuko

Random Excentric is actually plot relevant and OP

Freya (GOW), Urahara Kisuke, San Lang (HOB), Old Man Mcgucket (Gravity Falls)

[zahryaofdawn]

✿*° ‘° ･

The practice itself seemed so foreign, so mortal. He really didn't see much point to the ceremony, not when the stakes of his life-joining with Alastor were so much higher. Still, Zahrya was happy for any celebration of love and happy for Meryasek, of course.

If there was one selfish desire he'd want imposed on the event, it'd be exclusivity. Meryasek may not have been King any longer, but Zahrya would see his friend as royal until the day he died. A wedding affair that Mery was in should've only permitted the most worthy eyes to observe the ceremony. Zahrya didn't understand why attendance had to be so open. "Weddings are strange indeed, but I'm glad the Chancellor had a most splendid ceremony for himself. I think it was his touch that made the affair so memorable," Zahrya claims to the strange girl, not mentioning the groom or his contributions. He'd continue to keep his opinions on Dareth to himself though. "There's much to celebrate. You can tell by peering at my visage. Even in the cold, my flowers glisten. I did my best to not upstage the couple or my darling Aurora, but it's quite difficult being as stunning as I am."

who: @senatusstarters where: Meryasek & Dareth's wedding notes: a lot is happening so im smushing everything together and making it kiss, its a Mawage! (if u didnt hear the priest of princess bride saying that ur wrong)

Ariadne always knew how cruel Fey would capable of being and so she learnt young and fast to never underestimate their capacities, it was on one of the snowiest peaks that she laid one of Asterion's toys in sacrifice to Auril and it burned in the hearth of the Winter Flame. It was meant to bring him peace when they escaped Crete together and he never had a chance to play in the light of day and so she laid it to rest in hopes that the frigid winter would allow mercy on the townsfolk down below.

Sounds of wedding echoed from underneath the peak and she began her trek to join in the festivities, feeling too raw and too far away all at the same time. She lets the happiness that the wedding couple have bask over her, the radiance of their joy warmed her to her core despite how she just stepped in from the cold. "What a beautiful wedding, what a beautiful wedding.."

[pos-rhea]

just over a week into the festivities | ariadne’s room | @redseek

hey, cass, give a word describing the week so far. clusterfuck? descriptive, too broad. opportunistic? same problem. hedonistic? that’s just olympe. violent? that’s puberty that stretches from the immaturity of never learning consequences, or learning them too quick. formative? as in immaturity, foundational, clay fired, fate woven.

as in, poseidon walks down the corridor, preparing for a formative conversation. as in, he walks and catalogues each piece of himself that has flared, that has shut down, stress tests reporting red gauges, divided currents combining, hot waters from the volcanic east crashing against arctic water from north west, forming shallow deposits and dense fog.

as in, he knocks on the door and waits for it to open, and knowing that there is an injured face behind it - the third injured face on his small team - is going to lead to some formative changes.

[nightmaretist]

[pm] Professor Endeman? I am going to be in one of your courses in the fall and just wanted to introduce myself. I've been wanting to take a class with you for forever. :)

[pm] This is she! Nice of you to introduce yourself, but I haven't quite caught your name yet? Isn't that how introductions work oh my god be nice to the students Inge Good to hear you're excited! Drop a line if you want some extra reading for over the summer.

[minotaurus-archive]

where — dressing room, in one of olympe’s arenas. with — @redseek​

A week of unfamiliarity is ended with this: the familiarity of violence. Arenas differ per city, but it’s always the same. And even here, haunted as he may be, victory tastes sweet. The drip of blood from his nose, the throb of a jaw, the way his fists feel more like his when they have been used. He unwraps, teeth clenched, tension in his body still, the way this trip had gone from duty to reunion to dive into days he’d worked so hard to accept as past. Between rounds, he swore he caught a glimpse of Ari’s face and then decided that he didn’t need that distraction, whether it was phantom or true appearance. 

He unwraps his hand, diligent, patient, finding comfort in familiarity but when the door opens, and the face that shows is the most familiar face he knows, there is no comfort. “Arion.” Birth name, it seems, is what he opts for. He’s not stoic, but he is terse. Tense. His fist clenches along with his heart. Not for the first time in his life, he wishes he was colder. “So. You want to have it out in person?” He forces his hand to unclench, continues the unwrapping. Mino does not want to use them against Ari and hopes this shows it. “Go on, sit. Talk. Explain, please.” He was never the strongest with words: such strengths had been reserved for Theseus and Ari, after all.

[prcmethevs]

CLOSED STARTER || ariadne asterion ( @redseek​ ) LOCATION: a cafe nearby the agora TIMESTAMP: heteraidia festival – third day ; late morning

Something about Ariadne Asterion had sparked a curiosity. They had only met the Pontius dweller for the first time last night at the Nemean Hall last night, when both had been stuck in a conversation chockfull of small talks with other politicians and businessmen. Yet, despite the brief time they rubbed shoulders, they noticed little things that scratched a small part of their brain, and when Prometheus couldn’t quite lay their finger on why, they extended an offer to meet that morning. 

A little brunch, Prometheus had called it, to talk more about the future of Pontius and Olympe. A truth, in technicality, because they still walked into this meeting with the same intention as any other meetings – to extract intel and store them away, an ammunition. But over that layer was the goal to satiate the itch that amused them. And so they fixed a disarming smile when they spot Ariadne walk in through the door, waving him over to their seat at a more secluded corner of the cafe. “I’m glad you can make it,” they greeted with a small nod. “Have a seat, I can give you some recommendation on what to get too, if you’d like.”

[opheliaspucey-blog]

Effie could barely remember the last time she had smiled so much, knowing that the freedom granted from being disowned by her parents gave her power. She left work and strolled down towards the Leaky Cauldron, throwing her bag into a booth when she got there and sitting down across from Ariadne. Whilst they’d agree to meet up for a drink, there was mischief in her eyes which she hadn’t planned for. “I feel like a bit of chaos.”