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 I’ve noticed you mention Persephone a couple times in regards to Meg and I’m curious how Meg views her and what sort of role and influence she’s had on Meg throughout the years. If you’re ever up for talking about them in more detail. 👀  [ @fireandfae​​ ] ⇀ 　Send me lore questions

 well I should have seen this coming at some point,  shouldn’t I?  after all,  Megaera is so tied up in two of the most well known mythological figures,  for all she is someone who barely exists in the mythology as we know it today.  but this is my playground now,  so let’s peak behind the curtain and into the things Megaera holds so dear that even though she has become very,  very acquainted with the lethe,  these memories linger,  albeit fuzzy at the edges.

to start,  we must set the stage just so,  by reiterating what has been spoken of at great length previously  ( because I am long-winded and I put too much into this not to bring it up ad nauseam )  : 

Megaera and her sisters are part of a curious group of children born from Nyx alone.  they aren’t quite primordial like some of their siblings, being closer to Titans.  but they remain one of the few groups that stayed completely neutral towards their own kin and the next wave of deities,  all the way to the Olympians.  they could not be swayed by any one side,  and that was for the best,  given that they must pass judgement and dole out punishments.  they reside within Erebus,  one of the deepest pits of Hades,  the resting place of Primordial Darkness,  Erebus himself.  a place that,  generally,  no one is really allowed to just step foot in willy-nilly.

over time,  Hades would be gifted rule of the most undesirable location,  that is what is from the earth to what lies below,  a supposedly poor lot he would,  in a way,  share with Poseidon,  who held rule over all bodies of water and what lay within,  even the great depths.  but with the Underworld came Tartarus,  the gates to the abyssal Erebus,  and a realm all its own,  housing the great Tartarus within.  and further still,  the Furies,  the Keres,  and more of Nyx’s numerous children.  by divine right of guests and the divine duty of the hosts,  peace was founded between Hades and those who existed within the untamed Underworld.  and under the unity of Hades,  the Furies became almost an extension of him.  a neutral party to side with the only god who did not wish to push his will upon them,  and to dictate their duties as he saw fit.  ( and should he ever violate this hospitality offered and given,  he would be punished not only by Zeus,  but also Nemesis or even Nyx herself. )

and for a time things were rather simple in the Underworld,  with conflicts being few and far between and solved as swiftly as they appeared.  and it ought to have stayed that way until the appearance of Kore,  of soon to be Persephone,  called Despoina.  however she arrived in the Underworld,  as bride or gift or destined,  she brought with her change.  at first the Furies ignored her,  for she was but another Olympic god come to trouble the lord of the land in their eyes,  and they had so much on their plate already.  but when Kore did not just leave,  it caused quite a ripple.  what being of light and life and nature would linger longer than Dionysus?  when called upon to greet her,  only three of the Furies would show themselves,  Megaera,  Alecto,  and Tisephone.

this meeting was not one with any passionate display of revulsion and anger or despair as one might hope.  no drama to be had,  as they believed Hades would not suddenly lead them astray after all this time,  and not just for some pretty thing he saw while picking flowers in some field.  they knew,  without a shadow of a doubt,  that Kore had a place here,  that she belonged here just as they did.  they could see it in how her presence had taken root in the stone,  how the world seemed to still at her feet,  awaiting with baited breath her next command.

the Furies were not unaware what the goddess had done since her arrival;  they were not unaware of the advancements she was making,  what modifications had already taken root,  and what modifications had yet to be made.  they could see clear as any how Persephone had begun altering the way which souls came and went.  how the unruly lands had blossomed under her hand,  given new life and purpose,  how even Hades seemed different with her at his side.  she had so quickly,  so effortlessly taken to the land of the dead,  as if she were always meant to be here.

the very landscape of the Underworld was changed under her hands.  those lands which Hades had left aside,  deeming them as solely belonging to Nyx’s brood,  were reclaimed by Persephone,  since they had been abandoned.  those very lands,  connected to the wild Asphodel Meadows,  were given new life,  a new title,  a much needed purpose.  the Elysium Fields would become the final resting place of the heroes of old,  and the heroes to come.  the Asphodel Meadows would become the true resting place of the ordinary souls,  the restless spirits which had once meandered here and there.  pathways to each land were carefully carved out,  and each location gained a new warden,  hand picked by Hades once he had approved of Persephone’s vision of the lands he had been bequeathed.

where Hades could be swayed by the pleas of the dead,  Persephone was rigid,  her softness only showing itself on rare occasions,  but her judgement was just and firm.  order had shifted,  and the duties of the Furies came with such ease now,  no longer did they have to track souls,  they received them readily within Tartarus.  Persephone had extended her hands to the Furies,  encouraging their participation in the ruling of the Underworld,  wanting to hear their opinions during the judging of souls.  to the Keres and those of Death,  she extended her ear,  her patience.

if Hades was the King of Death,  the sovereign of Tartarus,  than she,  the maiden,  sweet as honey,  was none other than dread Persephone.  Despoina come to take her throne.

to say the very least,  what Megaera and her sisters felt at this point was relief.  acceptance.  Persephone belonged here,  by Hades side,  with them.  ( even when,  for a fortnight,  one could scarcely separate the two from each others arms,  for Persephone wasn’t done with Hades yet.  and all the Underworld seemed to gossip of the possibility of an heir. )   and though Megaera had intended to keep her distance from Persephone,  the way she had with Hades to this point,  she found that Persephone had a kind of magnetism to her.  her personality was one which was welcoming,  and her attentive nature was attractive,  even to the Fury.  Persephone was easy to talk to in a way Hades wasn’t,  and she understood Megaera’s wants and needs like few others had.  theirs,  Megaera told herself over and over again,  was little more than a friendship rooted in respect,  a desire to be held as equals,  and built upon by mutual trust.

such feelings,  Megaera knew,  might spark into something else.  did,  actually,  spark richer,  deeper feelings for both the King and Queen.  she had begun pinning for them in a way she had never intended to.  she was not like Alecto,  who could act upon her feelings towards Ares.  and she was not like Tisephone,  who did not feel romantically.  of course,  Megaera had no intention of ever acting upon this desire for intimacy.  in fact,  it was shame,  however,  at having these feelings,  these emotions,  that began to bloom within her.  this was a weakness,  after all,  and one that she would never allow to affect her any more than it already had.

it wasn’t difficult for Megaera to put herself aside to continue this relationship with Persephone.  she remained quite content to be one of Persephone’s judges.  to stand at her side to receive the damned.  to converse with her so casually about the state of things above and below,  and to welcome her at the gate to the Underworld at the beginning of fall,  to lead her,  hand in hand,  to her awaiting spouse.  she laughed,  mouth pressed into extended wing,  each time Persephone bullied Hades,  until she,  too,  began to bully him during the seasons of Persephone’s leave from her throne.  she began to wear her hair in some style Persephone wished to see,  began to lower her guard as one might around someone they were close with  ...

and then she rebelled.  yes,  Megaera and her sisters rebelled against the Olympians,  and they were punished for it.  and Persephone was the one who saw her off.  and Persephone would be the one who welcomed her from the despair and anger rich depths of the Styx when,  at last,  she was freed of her mortal coil.  that tenderness which Persephone showed to Megaera then had left a mark on her for eternity.  so it is no wonder that she mourned for Persephone when,  as the age of gods began to end,  she vanished.

the Underworld would never be the same,  then,  nor now.

it was Persephone who shaped Megaera into a being worthy of being called a warden of the Underworld,  who had,  unknowingly,  shaped her into the sharp tongued STYX agent she is today.  and if she could be reunited with Persephone now,  eons later,  perhaps her heart might stutter,  perhaps she will hold out her hand at the gate to the Underworld and welcome her home..

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questions sent in by @wishkept​​ ⇀ 　Send me lore questions

What was Meg's initial impression of the Shrouds and their attempts at managing the Underworld in Hades' absence? How did she handle the loss of him on her own end?

To start,  we need to go to your second question and then work our way up to the Shroud line.  It’s a long story,  but I’ll keep it as short as I can. 

Megaera had,  and still has,  complicated feelings towards Hades,  and Persephone;  these feelings that she cannot readily express,  or that she considers her greatest weakness.  The kind of feelings that would put her on the same level as Alecto,  and that is not something she will ever be ready to discuss out loud.  As the Age of Gods came to an end and the Gods she was closest to began to fade,  entering the great sleep or unmaking,  Megaera found a lot of her time being spent at Hades’ side,  fulfilling roles that were once Persephone’s,  for the Queen wouldn’t return after the last Spring of the Era.  ( Hades would be marked as one of the last Gods to fade,  lingering longer than Poseidon,  and even Zeus,  but outlived by Hera. )

During this tumultuous time,  Megaera had to balance out her duties as a Fury,  and those of Underworld guardian.  Her feelings,  whatever they were for Hades,  were buried beneath eons of careful planning and diligent work effort.  And should she stray too close,  quick backlash would make her retreat.  Not that she ever strayed in the sense of wanting to become that kind of companion.  ( Megaera does bear several scars from Hades’ wrath as his time grew shorter and his temper flared.  The most obvious one is a ring of burned tissue around her throat that she masks beneath an illusion casting choker. )

When Hades did eventually disappear,  Megaera was given temporary control over the Underworld.  She became the key-holder to the gateway to the Underworld,  and the wingless queen upon the throne.  For centuries she remained in the dark,  her sole focus on ensuring that the Isle of Lamentation would not be found until a true heir could take her spot.  During these centuries,  Megaera was unable to really contemplate the disappearance of Hades.  She wasn’t allowed to linger on her wants,  or to mourn him.  She was busy trying to hold up an entire island,  to use her own body as an anchor point to the Underworld,  guiding souls and so forth.  This would cause severe damage to her body,  let alone her own core being,  burning away at her primordial essence,  but she bore the unending pain for the sake of loyalty.

When the first Shroud arrived,  he was little more than a child,  almost physically comparable to Ortho.  He,  so full of potential,  would take his seat on Megaera’s lap,  and from there be reared by her until he could be bathed in the waters of the Styx and receive the blessing of the Underworld.  This child would be given the name Shroud only after he came up from the Styx,  if he survived at all.  This would birth the Shroud curse as well,  to be caught between life and death,  to produce blot and burn it at an alarming rate.

To say the truth,  Megaera felt nothing for this child at first.  He was merely the one who survived the ritual,  the child who bore the fading blood of the gods.  But he was dedicated,  and he ruled the Underworld like Nyx had once ruled the Night,  grasp lose enough to give freedom,  but tight enough to remind everyone not to fuck with what is theirs.  Megaera can,  now,  many eons later,  say that she respected the first Shroud,  and his approach to managing the Underworld.  But he was no Hades,  and over time,  none of his children could really fill that role,  nor those who came after him.

Does she remember anything at all regarding being immersed in the River Styx? If so, how would she describe it?

So Megaera has no memory of her deaths as Megara and her interactions with Styx.

However,  she has become very acquainted with the river outside of those instances,  as she is one of the guiding hands which leads the Shroud heirs into the heart of the Underworld where the river resides,  wading only to her waist before letting the souls of the despairing pull the heir under.  And should the child live,  they will have to drag themselves out of the soul filled stygian depths.  The waters feel incredibly heavy to Megaera,  like wading through a eternal quagmire,  the overwhelming despair of millions of souls fighting endlessly,  despairing,  hating,  suffocating.

Upon getting her wings back, did she feel more complete in herself or was it something she barely thought about?

Getting her wings back was like being reborn,  like being made whole again.  It was like awakening in Persephone’s arms,  returned from her accursed mortal life,  and feeling weightless.  Returning to the cosmos,  the everdark.  If it weren’t for the fact that the problem children still being around,  she might have manifested her wings,  might have stretched them to the sky,  shedding this fragile mortal shell for the first time in eons.  But it also made Megaera keenly aware of how fragile she had become,  separated as she was from her sisters,  her mother,  and Erebus.

If she could claim the ability to open and close the gate of the Underworld, would she?

Since she has already had such an ability in the past,  she would only claim it if she was certain that Idia or,  in some instances,  Ortho could not handle the ability.  In the past,  she has had to forcefully rip this ability from previous heirs who had gone mad with power,  or buckled beneath the weight of the Underworld.

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helen can cook,  but she doesn’t want to.  she is most likely to take you out to eat junk food,  like burgers and fries or pizza,  ramen,  etc.  over whatever you can get at a 5 star restaurant.  it’s not that she’s cheap,  it’s that she sees her wealth as meaningless,  and honestly,  cheap food is sometimes the tastiest food.  she can at least make a killer cup of coffee

meg can cook,  but doesn’t’ want to cook.  so welcome to microwave meals,  and so many cups of ramen  ( that she probably plucked out of idia’s hands,  let’s be real )  and occasionally she makes something really healthy.

noah and his five day old sandwiches

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𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐌,  𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅  /  𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 ; ᴍᴇɢᴀᴇʀᴀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ ᴏɴᴇ

 ―   You,  woven from Eternal Night upon the bank of Acheron,  bathed in the waters of woe.  You came back,  a funeral of a girl,  now primordial grace.  Unbound from shadows;  did you long for your old self?  Daughter of Night,  shaped by woe.  Have you grown sick of chasing shadows?  Planting lilies in your heart,  waiting for spring to come and help them bloom.  Have you grown sick of waiting for their return?  Given up already,  ( it has been eons )  ,  have you longed to move on?  Or maybe,  Daughter of Night,  you missed your own self in the mirror?  Missed the shape of you. No matter,  my dear,  you are you.  You will always be you. Welcome home,  wayward daughter.   ( How long will you stay? )

       ◤  𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 . 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 . 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚞𝚜𝚎 ◥

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meg's height varies greatly on most days.  it really depends on what legs she has equipped for the day.  most days she stands at at least 6′1,  though there are days when she’s known to be closer to 7′.  if she’s wearing these adorable porcelain looking digitigrade legs with soft pink pads,  she’s closer to 5′7.

ask no questions.

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                        ◤ the 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 of  𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐀  &  𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐀  ;  from ichor to blood  ◥

                          ❝  𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐲  ❞

AFTER THE FALL OF KRONOS,  the son of Uranus,  father of the new Gods,  all seemed to be well within the newly fashioned pantheon.  as Zeus and his kin took to healing what damage Rhea bore from her brother-husband’s cruelty,  and finding their own place in the wilderness of the world,  the other Titans,  and those great Primordials,  found themselves sealed within ancient Tartarus,  though some would be bound in servitude to Zeus and his kin.  others,  however,  among the great Primordial beings and Nyx’s many,  many children,  would not be bound by one or another,  keeping their stance on all things as rather neutral,  untouchable,  and so were feared by the gods. 

among these greater beings,  these Titans,  were the Erineys,  who resided within the Everdark,  the realm that was both made from and was Erebus,  Nyx’s consort.  though accounts of how many sisters made up the Erineys varied,  only three of the sisters would remain the most well known  :

MEGAERA,  JEALOUS RAGE,  GODDESS OF JEALOUSY AND ENVY,  PUNISHER OF MAN ALECTO,  ENDLESS ANGER,  GODDESS OF VIOLENT ANGER,  CASTIGATOR OF MORTAL CRIMES TISIPHONE,  VENGEFUL DESTRUCTION,  AVENGER OF MURDER,  PUNISHER OF MURDERS

these CTHONIC deites,  great and terrifying as they were,  had little interest in the goings on of the gods,  as though they were deities of vengeance,  their focus was bound to the mortals who walked the world,  unlike Nemesis,  who sought out vengeance on behalf of the gods.  they would only become aware of the on-goings of the new gods when young Aidoneos,  sometimes referred to as Plouton,  soon to be known as Hades,  made himself known to them,  after being tasked to not only house,  but also employ these daughters of Nyx.  and though his smooth talking fell on deaf ears,  the sisters were willing to follow his lead,  so long as he did not seek to abuse their might.  and so long as he did not seek to draw the ire of their primordial parents.

for a time,  there was harmony within the Underworld,  and between the remaining Titans and Hades.  they,  the sisters,  gave their loyalty to Hades willingly,  and remained nearly unbiased in all matters,  so long as those matters did not pertain to their siblings,  Thanatos and Hypnos,  or Moros and Nemisis.  (  the Fates,  their elder sisters,  were held at a distance,  only sought in matters which brought the busy Furies to a halt. )  it became known to the sisters how often their kin were disrespected by the children of Kronos,  and how often they were dragged into plots concerning Zeus’ infidelity,  or Hera’s bouts of jealousy.  it also became well known to the sisters how the gods often sought to make use of mortals in their destructive games.

they,  like GAIA before them,  found that the ill treatment of their kinsmen was akin to a slap in the face.  and though Hades had not dared treat them with anything beyond the respect they deserved,  they still found their blood boiled when they listened to tales of the OURANIC gods.  (  of course they were not the only ones,  as Hades found himself harboring a distressing dislike towards his heavenly kin.  )

during the infamous TROJAN WAR,  the furies would make the choice to rebel against the gods.  when Hypnos,  dragged once more,  into games between Hera and Zeus,  was threatened by the king of the heavens,  and Nyx was drawn forth from the depths to protect her son,  they had had enough.  perhaps it was a poor choice that Megaera and her sisters chose then to go against the Olympian gods,  but they could no longer keep their feelings at bay.  no matter the kindness and hospitality offered by Hades,  they could not merely hold their tongue or their fury any longer. 

     foolishness was to be punished,  and often such punishments bore only cruelty.

                           ❝  𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭  ❞

to answer for her crimes against the Olympians, Megaera was stripped of her powers and forced to live as a mortal until her suffering was considered a fair trade for the damage she had dealt the gods.  no amount of pleading from Hades would change the ruling.  nor did Nyx demand her daughter receive another punishment,  for retribution must be payed in blood,  even among the gods.  (  although Mother Night did warn that she would not remain idle should the children of Kronos not hold to the promise of restoring Megaera to her place among her kin.  )

and so the Titan found her soul bound to the Thebian girl,  Megara, and made to live a mortal life of peril and poor choices,  dragged around by the very whims of the gods she felt so bitterly toward.

as Megara,  her mortal heart would,  time and time again,  lead her into terrible dealings with gods and monsters alike.  would eventually lead her to making a truly miserable mistake,  giving her mortal soul to a god for love of a dying man.  yet,  never did the ancient Titan stir within the mortal girl.  not in that moment where that fragile soul was marked by the Underworld,  not when the Fates and Hades alike gazed upon it’s worth and deemed it as acceptable.  (  how Hades missed the flicker of Fury’s brilliant light remained a mystery to both well past the end of the age of gods. )

pinned beneath Hades’ thumb,  Megara was tasked to do this or that as the god plotted against his Olympian brethren,  not because of what had happened to his Furies,  but for his own anger over the long held betrayal by Zeus all those eons ago when they were still young with no place to call their own.  a scheme that had long taken root prior to the birth of Zeus’ latest son,  and even long before the fall of the Furies.  it was,  of course,  by that which the Fates peered upon which led to the meeting between Hercules and Megara.  it was this (un)lucky meeting that would become the key to Hades’ plan,  and would also lead into the true fate of the Thebian girl.

throughout Hercules rise as a hero,  he became enamored with her,  and in time she with him.  a tragic romance in the making,  unfortunately short lived,  as during his trials into becoming a hero,  the revelation that Megara was a puppet of Hades’  would prove to be a test neither could truly overcome.  even when Hercules was willing to throw his life,  his godhood,  away for the witty and charming Megara,  but fate for mortals who fall in love with gods is always bound up in the blood soaked ties of tragedy.

though Hercules was welcome among his Olympian kin,  after the defeat of Hades,  and the end of his nearly Olympian labors,  he chose to return to the mortal plane,  wishing to remain at Megara’s side.  to be with the one he loved,  and to pursue a human life,  as limited as it would be.  and it was something Megara,  herself,  was willing to pursue.  to overcome her difficulties with the concept of love,  and to see if,  perhaps,  Wonder Boy was really the one for her.  since she was no longer bound to the Underworld,  surely she deserved her own happy ending.  and a happy ending she was given,  at least for a time.

they settled,  as they were want to do,  out in Thebes.  a cozy little home,  a lovely field to call their own.  they wed,  of course,  and Hercules was undoubtedly quick to get Megara with child.  again,  and again,  and again.  seven sons did she bear for him,  seven demigod children that might one day join him in Olympus when the time so arrived.  or,  at least,  one must have hoped,  only to have those hopes dashed upon the stone with only the shrill bloodcurdling scream of mother and child.  to say what caused the incident is to grasp at the air,  the answer solely unclear to all parties except Moros and the Fates.

some accident would occur that would tip the scale and ignite Hercules’s lingering disconnect between his mortal body and immortal essence,  sending him into a fit of mania that would claim Megara’s life and send her soul into the Underworld  ——   this time for good,  as no deal could be made any longer to return her to life.  ( later retellings would claim that jealous Hera had sent Iris and Lyssa,  the spirit of madness,  to drive Hercules mad,  and cause him to kill Megara and their children.  all retellings would embellish the hellish methods the demigod used to slaughter his kin. )

it was not Ker alone who came to collect Megara’s soul,  and how the winged god of violent death did weep over this particular soul,  but Thanatos as well,  a true rarity in such a situation.  together they brought Megara to the Underworld and set her soul to rest within the Styx.  it was there they would leave her,  not because they had wanted to,  but because there was nothing they could do beyond this.  Megara was dead,  and the gilded soul of Megaera,  weighty as it was,  could not be parted by their hands,  without it being seen as a slight against Zeus.  she would sink to the bottom of the Styx,  and remain,  lost for a time until,  perhaps,  she might split from the Styx and eventually find her way into the Lethe.

or so one might believe.

it was not long until Persephone,  the dread queen,  took note of the latest soul cast into the Styx,  for she was ever watchful,  awaiting when her Fury might return.  awaiting for the moment when she might fulfill her promise to Nyx to reunite the Furies,  and bring about balance to the Underworld.  she peered deep into the waters to catch the unfortunate soul.  and she reached,  as she had never done before,  to grasp not Megara’s soul,  but the ancient soul of such stuff as Primordial Night.  to pry forth the broken soul of Megaera and finding it solid,  for Titans,  like gods,  could not remain within the river as mere souls.

Hades,  who had waited at the edge of the shoreline,  only moved when he was certain Persephone required his help.  he waded through the churning waters to join the queen and easy the Fury’s newly formed body from Persephone’s arms.  though the weight of a Titan was great,  it was a familiar one to the Chthonic deity.  however,  whilst still within the river Styx,  both rulers of the Underworld bore witness to the mangled state of Megaera’s wings,  a reminder of her punishment for her treachery.  an ugly reminder that even the Titans could not defy the Ouranic gods and go unscathed.  the Fury would remain cradled in Hades’ arms as Persephone removed the mangled appendages,  and casts them into the depths of the Styx.  only then did they,  together,  bring Megaera back to the depths of the Underworld,  to Erebus,  where Night and Darkness and all the Erineys awaited the return of the eldest.

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫  :  although this headcanon is heavily influenced by greek myth,  it is still colored by di’sney’s hercules and does not properly portray the relationship between Hades and his kin,  nor the supposed timeline of the myths mentioned,  or acts that take part during the trojan war.  it does,  however, hold some truth about the death of hercules’ sons and wife,  megara.

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bouncing off that roommate idea  : 

meg doesn’t have roommates,  even back on the isle.  the closest thing she had back in the day,  was two of her many,  many sisters.  as a child of nyx,  meg’s total number of siblings is  ...  many.  but if she had to do the roommate thing,  she’s quiet,  disappearing for long stretches of time,  and making it a little difficult to be friends

helen doesn’t have roommates per se,  but she also owns more property than she actually uses,  and the only person guaranteed one of her houses is cass ( @soothsaer ).  but at least everything is paid for way in advanced,  and she’s likely to drop all this gorgeous one of a kind designer pieces on whoever is staying with her.  (  she also does this during her short stay as staff at nrc,  she drops clothing pieces on her students,  mostly jackets,  sweaters,  etc.  bc she doesnt want them or need them.  )

vali is grateful that diasomnia doesn't’ do roommates,  all things considered.  hates that.  also,  wouldn’t stop his familiar from killing his roommates.  he is also a terrible friend.

xia is ambivalent,  has had roommates.  keeps to himself.  he’s very quiet,  cleans up everything,  and only acknowledges the foxes that come and go,  bc they usually bring him notifs from inari.  however he is in scarabia,  so he is suffering.

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which specific character archetype are you?

Megaera, who is Sister Winter.

A cold, bitter person, who was once naive but learned fast. Resilient, chilly, melancholy. A person waiting for spring.

Noah, who is Life/Death/Life.

A person who represents the mysteries and inner workings of the world's forces; a person who has destiny at their back, a person wielding their understanding like a weapon. A person who cycles through rebirths and deaths, growing ever more clever.

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        𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒  ;  ᴍᴇɢᴀᴇʀᴀ,  ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ ᴏɴᴇ

  ―   You,  woven from Eternal Night upon the bank of Acheron,  bathed in the waters of woe.  How beautiful you were,  nearly the fairest of all of Night’s children thus far.  Pity that you would forever bathe in the blood of the punished.  Pity that you would rather give in to cruelty,  than love and lust.

You could have been a goddess of love if you had just given in to the whims of JUPITER.

        ◤  𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 . 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 . 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚞𝚜𝚎 ◥

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𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄  [ … ]   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄.

BOLD what applies - italicise sometimes. repost, don’t reblog.

fights honourably / fights dirty

prefers close - quarters / prefers range

chats during / goes silent

low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts / attacks steadily

goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first

is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases

gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking

uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle

rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging

fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement

fights because they have to / fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another

prefers a blade / prefers a gun / prefers hand to hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalised weapon / prefers magic, alchemy or spells

their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle / fights as they appear

relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed

uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential

exhausts quickly / has high stamina

behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities

uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength

avoids civilians / strikes down civilians

damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

mastered skill - set / learning their skill - set

fancy footwork / sloppy footwork

messy fighter / elegant fighter

accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy

compliments their opponent / insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently  / barely moves

prefers to dodge / prefers to block

defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable

uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method

plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready

fears death / fears pain / fears killing

has ptsd / avoids fighting

has lost a fight / has won a fight

has killed / refuses to kill

wants to die standing / would succumb slowly

tagged  :  @sweetlybite​

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for the sake of reference  :

noah appeared in twist about 5 or 6 minutes after marianne’s amazing entrance.  noah gives grim to her bc he doesn’t want to take care of grim. xia is a third year scarabia student,  who is bossed around by inari. mizu just ... exists around the school.  they basically do what azul does but better arawn comes and goes as he pleases,  usually found around diasomnia whenever malleus isn’t around. meg is a third year diasomnia student.  is known worldwide as a famous track star.  up until chp6,  her identity as a styx agent was only known to idia and ortho.  post chp6,  all ob students and yuu/mc’s know the truth about her status as a styx agent. helen is a world famous model,  extremely difficult to get a hold of,  and she appears briefly within nrc as a preforming arts teacher. vali is a third year diasomnia student.  his familiar is a bengal tiger that may or may not actually be worshiped as a mountain god in his village that has taken ownership of his soul.

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Meg's legs are a thing which she has always taken pride in since she first came into being as a child of Nyx. she has always had legs that runners and dancers alike would weep for. legs which are both shapely and strong, elegant and graceful, and swift as the winds.

of course, it was quite a blow to her ego, having them consumed by the thick and terribly corrosive blot, due to the recklessness of the Shroud children. at the time, with her powers so restricted by her pacts to the Shroud family, she could not immediately heal her limbs, and thus remained with grossly disfigured stumps from roughly the knee down. it was her own choice to further amputate her limbs, leaving her with only just above the knee intact.

her initial prosthetics were rather awkward and more thick and robotic, clumsy and somewhat clunky. they audibly clicked with each footfall, and her balance was in shambles. it would be many years before she would be able to regain her composure, and over many years, she would go through numerous pairs of legs. each one began to take on new shapes, slimmer models, and more sleek and slim designs, all the while she continued to work as one of STYX's most effective dogs. hunting down those who were either on the verge of overblotting, or had already fallen to their phantom.

the current designs for her legs are often supplied by Idia and Ortho. some designs have a more human look, and others are reminiscent of the legs of ball-jointed dolls, but each pair has always been more efficient than the last. some are also more aesthetically pleasing than the last, with the more doll-esque pairs looking as though they had been made of blue and white pottery, as commonly seen in popular Chinese pottery. those legs, of course, are worn only on special occasions.

commonly, Meg prefers a pair of steel legs, sleek in design, that is inhuman in shape, ending on a rounded point instead of filling out to a foot. the lack of an ankle joint does not bother her, and it doesn't impact her ability to walk and run and so forth in the long run, however should she fall from a great height and land poorly, she could cause irreparable damage to the finer parts of the knee joints, which would require emergency repair at the hands of either Shroud brother.

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  ❝ Megaera Wintory,  a world renown long distance runner,  currently attending NRC as a third year Diasomnia student.  Beyond her career her past is shrouded in mystery.  ❞

REPRESENTING THE FAIRYTALE :  Greek Mythology  .  Megaera of the Erinyes  &  Megara, wife of Heracles

NAME  :  Megaera Wintory ( pronounced  muh-geh-ruh whin-t-or-ee   ) BIRTHDAY :  December 21 ( Sagittarius-Capricorn cusp ) AGE :  undisclosed,  outwardly appearing to be as young as 19  HEIGHT  :  185 cm WEIGHT  :  66 kg THREE SIZES  :  78 / 57 / 76 DOMINANT HAND  :  Ambidextrous HOMELAND  :  Island of Woe / Lamentation FAMILY  ;          Two younger sisters and a dozen other siblings.         Unnamed parents. OTHER NAMES  :         Meg  ( by her friends,  if she had any )         Viperfish ( by Floyd )

DORM  :  Diasomnia SCHOOL YEAR  :  Third  CLASS  :  3-C OCCUPATION  :  Student                            Long distance runner                            S.T.Y.X field agent CLUB  :  Track & Field BEST SUBJECT  :  Alchemy DOMINATE ELEMENT  :  Dark UNIQUE MAGIC  :  undisclosed ;  allows Megeara to DOMINATE others via controlling their minds and bodies,  and use of their UNIQUE MAGIC

HOBBIES  :  ballet   PET PEEVES  :  those driven by jealousy FAVORITE FOOD  :  honeyed milk tea LEAST FAVORITE FOOD  :  anything with octopus in it TALENT  :   building garage kits  SPECIAL FEATURES  :   Custom made robotic prosthetics from the thigh down on both legs.

❝ Why fear the dead,  when you can fear the living?  Corpses in motion,  cruelty and kindness. 

                Megaera is a mystery even among those who work within S.T.Y.X.  A woman who sudden appeared,  and,  after seemingly the briefest of discussions with the Director and Head of the Shroud family,  was given a high rank among field agents.  And what of her records?  It appears that her entire history,  her file,  is held behind copious red tape,  and Megaera has refused all conversation which may encroach upon the redacted information. 

Shortly before being accepted at Night Raven College,  after an incident with a phantom,  she would lose most of her legs from mid-thigh down,  requiring special and custom made prosthetics,  created with only the finest of Shroud technology.  These prosthetics have been made to be resistant to blot’s toxicity and corrosive nature.

As a student within NRC,  Megaera’s cover story revolves around her being a world renown athlete,  one who has appeared in commercials and during major sporting events.  Tall and gorgeous,  long shiny ocean blue hair trailing behind her,  she appeared over and over again in small articles and brief interviews,  occasionally doing small commercials and brand deals.  Whilst attending NRC,  she no longer participates in major sports events unless such events do not interfere with her schooling.  Like any other celebrity,  Megaera does not allow her fellow students to take or upload any pictures of her,  though she is well aware that someone will always find a way.

TRIVIA

She joined track and field initially to keep up appearances,  though she has come to enjoy some club activities.  Maintenance for her legs is left in the hands of Idia,  or Ortho should Idia be temporarily unreachable at the time. Although a member of Diasomnia,  Megaera claims no loyalty to the heir apparent of Briar Valley,  and does not care much for Sebek’s persistent pestering. Megaera refuses to eat Lilia’s cooking.

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                        ◤ the 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 of  𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐀  ;  glimpses of immortality  ◥

               ❝ 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦, 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 ❞

to tell the truth  :   Megaera was selected for Ignihyde by the mirror during her original orientation.

it wasn't that surprising to Megaera,   for she was ever and always tied up in the Underworld. still trailing behind the long shadows of Hades and Persephone,   with her sisters ever at her side,  even now that the king and queen were gone.

being accepted into Ignyhide was like dipping her tongue into the Lethe,  forgetting for just a moment that she wasn't all alone.   that Hades wasn't long gone.  that Persephone was no longer awaiting her guiding hand to the surface world.  and for a moment,   she could taste the familiar honeyed sweetness of the Lethe,  the very same liquid she and her sisters drank to help them forget the spanning eons,  forgetting everything that didn't matter to them.

( for that,   Megaera was truly grateful for the Lethe.  for her ability to still access and still drink of the long sealed-away river. )

however,   this reprieve is short-lived for Megaera,  shorter than her actual stay in Ignihyde.  she was whisked away not even a week later when word reached her that the current head of the Shrouds has gone into labor.  although it is not a necessity for the Fury to witness this event,  she would attend,   if only for a chance to briefly see her sisters again.  and so,  her attendance at Night Raven College was put on hold.

it would be over 200 years before she would step foot back upon the campus.  over 200 years before she would return to wear the uniform,  to pretend to be a student.

over the course of those long years,  Megaera attended to the duties as a mentor and guide to the Shroud family,  for who knew the Underworld better than she?  and eventually she found herself nestled into the role of S.T.Y.X. agent,  granted the grace of being the head of her own hand-picked unit.  of course,  this came with the benefit of her file being buried so deeply beneath red tape that knowledge of her status as a Titan was only held by the head of the family and no other,  with previous heads having to drink of the Lethe to purge any and all memories of Megaera.  on top of this,  Megaera took to altering her appearance,  although select traits remained eternal.

       ( her long blue locks,  for instance,  were never altered,   never cut,   or colored. )

over the course of centuries,  Megaera found NRC to be scarcely a thought in her head,  considering how she was made to become the guard of the latest Mrs. Shroud,  the woman brought from the outside to strengthen ties with Juno’s kin.  a woman with a nervous disposition but a strong work ethic.  a woman who thought of Megaera as a close companion,  until the day that she was reborn as a Shroud in a bloody ritual that none may know of.  only then was she allowed to know the truth of Megaera.  only then did her need for companionship of the titan die,  and she turned herself into a mighty image of what the Ruler of the Underworld ought to be.

it was many moons later when Megaera would be called into the birthing chamber to witness the birth of the heir,  Idia.  within the chamber,  for it was a chamber,  did Megaera go through the motions of spilling her divine ichor upon the child’s scalp,  to pledge her allegiance,  and to swear her loyalty to the heir apparent.  this ritual would only be repeated once more with the birth of Ortho some ages later,  as he was seen as fodder for building ties,  and never as a replacement heir should anything happen to Idia.

in keeping with tradition,  which had spanned the length of the Shroud line,  Megaera was scarcely around the children,  and anytime she passed them,  her face was always covered,  be it by veil or mask.  her contact with the children was so limited that she didn’t even recognize them beyond their familiar flaming hair that fateful day when the Phantoms she had spent all her current life hunting had escaped.  it would be the first and last time she so directly interacted with the children,  at least,  until the day when the head of the Shrouds dictated that she would return to NRC with Idia,  merely to observe his progress,  and to keep an eye out for the potential phantoms or overblot cases.

this would be the second time Megaera would be chosen for Ignihyde,  but she would not remain within that dorm.  her choice was swayed by the appearance of Malleus,  and his entry into Diasomnia.  it would be the first time in a long time that Megaera would see an actual threat in the ancient school for magically inclined misfits.  only after seeing Idia off to his new home away from home did she approach Crowley and,  on no uncertain terms,  tell him that she would be switching dorms.

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dash is dead,  it is thursday,  i am free to talk about sexy times with meg

yes,  yes,  make all the jokes about how flat meg currently is,  but when it comes to foreplay or even sex,  keep in mind that her chest is extremely,  extremely sensitive.  touching her breasts,  playing with her nipples,  leave bite marks,  lavish her chest in attention.  just don’t stop touching her.  having her breasts touched and worshiped is one of her greatest desires.  she wants her partner(s) to spend hours just playing with her chest;  she could get off on that attention alone.

oral sex oral sex oral sex!  giving or receiving,  meg fucking loves oral sex.  she’s super into face sitting,  practically smothering her partner,  and if her partner’s neck breaks,  oh well.  it was worth it.  as for giving,  she could spend hours just going down on her partner.  she’s big into holding her partner’s hips steady as she eats them out / sucks them off,  and she’d keep going until they’re a mess,  begging her for more,  or to be allowed to go further.

rarely,  rarely would meg let herself be dominated,  but sometimes a girl just wants to be shoved down on a desk or the bed or whatever,  face down ass up and just fucked roughly in doggy style.  pin her hands down by her wrist,  grab the back of her neck,  but DON’T ever pull her hair.  no matter how heated things get,  pulling meg’s hair tends to spark some violence from her.

meg isn’t very vocal in bed,  beyond commands and dirty talk,  she only lets out soft moans and groans.  she’s a biter,  a bury her face in her partner’s neck or shoulder or against their back and whimper kinda girl.  she’s a desperately grinding,  clawing,  gasping,  arching,  open mouth silently screaming as she is unmade and remade kinda girl.  there are times where she can be made vocal,  where she becomes a desperate pleading mess,  twisting and writhing,  calling out loudly for more more more.  good luck getting that out of her.

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               What color does your love feel like?

𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐀  ;  deep staining red

Ripped out confessions,  warm velvety whispers and a heart like an open wound.  Your love flows out like dripping blood,  beautiful,  flawed and twisted.  It's gut wrenching,  the type of painfully dramatic feeling that makes you clutch your chest,  picturing dramatic monologues about love and loving and big screen over the top scenes of sobbing into your pillow until you fall asleep.  It rips out of you,  clawing it's way up your throat more so than tumbling out.  Sticky words that just need to be let out,  feelings so big they don't fit inside you.  Your love isn't easy,  it's a true bloody mess,  dripping and staining everything it touches in a desperate attempt to be seen,  to be felt,  to be loved back.  And you,  you love so hard,  so deeply,  so much for someone who carries all that pain.  Atlas holding up the world,  how are you?  Is your love still flowing?  Is your heart still open?  Still pumping and bleeding and dripping with blood and tears?  Still painting your beautiful pictures and writing your love letters in deeply personal red ink?  Because I see them,  I read them,  I love them and you,  you,  you,  you.  Clench your chest,  scream your love,  cry it out.  Spill your words of loving,  keep your heart beating,  keep your love coming and paint the entire world red with it.  Make it in your image,  keep going,  it's okay.  Maybe one day the whole world can be red and loved and beautiful just like you.

𝐌𝐈𝐙𝐔  ;  cold stark gold

Fireworks, borrowed lighters and sparklers against a dark backdrop,  yours is a love that burns stark and bright.  It's scary though,  like things that burn always tend to be,  but for you it isn't the thrill of the open flames that gives pause and a slight stomach drop of terror,  but rather the time when the flames go out,  the sparkler ends and the night is cold and dark once again.  Fireworks,  borrowed lighters,  a striken match,  your love burns bright and fast and then maybe it passes,  maybe the feeling dies out and you're left in the cold once again.  And that's the feeling isn't it?  Of being bored and waiting for someone to light you up again?  To be fair,  you do know you don't need it,  but then again we don't often crave the things we need.  And you crave and yearn and burn in the wait,  restless in the knowledge that at some point someone will pass and rub you the right way,  that some day you'll light up the night sky bright yet again.  There's comfort in the darkness and solace in the predictable loneliness of the in between,  but your heart still squirms inside you,  waiting and willing and begging to burn up again.  Your love might not be comfort,  it's not one for the sick days,  but then again,  there's a reason why everyone waits for the shining lights in the sky during holidays.

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