#Hekate the Librarian

[x22817]

📚 book haul from the bookstore crawl 📚

I'll give you this bone... if you give me that book

[ravenandmoon]

I guess this is a journal entry...

Going back into my practice is always scary. I feel like i'm a bad devotee, i feel like I have hurt my sweet Apollon (because in one year of active practice things have changed), I think everything I do is either bad or not enough, this is sometimes frustrating and hard but I still try ! I did two tarot readings this week, one yesterday with Aphrodite Areia, which was harsh and shadow work related 'cause that's how my devotion works with Her. And this morning with Apollon who made me feel way better about everything, which was huge to me 'cause I was wondering if He was mad at me. Maybe He is not ? This is quite hard for me to accept that softness from Apollon, Hermes, Erebos, Hestia... when I focus more on Hekate, Aphrodite and others who are not nurturing at all (except when it's needed).

This year I'm back at school, my college is great, but I need time and help to process some stuff. First of all, the fact that I felt so much alone I had to go back in my family's house for a time because I had so much anxiety it became painful. It took me so many days before I could start putting together my altars (which i still struggle with cause i used pinterest images for my moodboard and I'm not really okay with doing that, yet i didn't find any economical ways to do better for now). I finished a first bit of editing in my new novel, this was huge because it's a big boy already and I'm still in the beginning of the story but I love it so far. This year I will focus more on my relationship with Athena, it started a bit february along with Hermes because I had some stuff to work on, but now it'll almost be a "at least two years of devotion" to Her cause well, i'm working on becoming a librarian and I think it fit Her well (and also Hekate who I often associate with a teacher/mentor and also a gatekeeper which here will not fit because by definition a librarian is the opposite but, you never know).

...I think that's all for now, have a great day/night !

[camellia-ep]

So… I made a post when I was manic about my 13 alters. Turns out, I blew it WAY out of proportion & overestimated things. It wasn’t until after my meltdown that i stabilized & really thought about my pluralness, & I *think* I’ve figured out my System.

For a while, I thought I had 3 alters that were an id/ego/superego, Pisces Sun/Libra Moon/Sagittarius Rising, mother/maiden/crone, Hekate/Selene/Artemis trio. But recently I realized a fourth, which leads me to…

The E.P. System

Robin / Eliana

The most recently discovered alter, who is partially a fictive of Nico Robin from One Piece. Kinda the end result of DECADES of “do I want to be with her or BE her” crushes that made me trans. I realized that the more mature stable version of my little little alter is something else entirely. And re-reading the series since the show came out (yes I am a lunatic) made me realize how much I am like her sometimes: calmly sitting off to the side, reading & sipping coffee, laughing or rarely pitching in with a dark joke. And like Robin, she’s a scholar. I think of her as the part of me that wants to be a librarian. But thing is, I have been told that I DO NOT look like a Robin. Which I don’t tbf.

Violet / Elly

My little, who is present much of the time. Little means she’s partially based on me when I was younger, which for me just means anxious nerd. I think of her as the one who takes over when I text, which uh… she isn’t actually much like her namesake Violet Baudelaire, but she does share her author’s frustrating elaborate verbosity in casual settings, which also annoys people. Need to figure out how to channel her & actually WRITE something.

April / Elle

The uh… cuddly one who’s always singing. The songs that are always stuck in my head while my other alters are going back & forth, that’s her. She’s has very bad adhd. And trust me, the name isn’t from what you think it is.

Esmé / Camellia

So this one is complicated, it kinda started as me practicing a British woman’s voice because I couldn’t do a good girl voice otherwise. Then it became a manic delusion of it being my inner goddess, Mother Nature, Gaia. Then it became an alter of Esmé Gigi Genevieve Squalor from A Series of Unfortunate events, same series as Violet. Now she’s just like, a haughty bitch who’s always cynical & angry at straight people. I’m imagining her as my Aries in Venus, for some reason.

And that’s it… a lot of names…

Right now I’m thinking of changing my legal name to something along to the lines of

Eliana Camellia La Roux (Nico Robin?) Palmer

but Amanda Palmer is problematic so idk

[convexicalcrow]

Have I got enough crop fields yet? Probably not lol. It is all food for the farmer who decided to live in my tower as a source of emeralds.

Which I can then use to level up the other friends who live in this little shack. Toolsmith, two weaponsmiths, armourer, and a leatherworker. Also I finally fixed the build, it looked a right mess bc I kept having to patch up holes and ofc I don't have silk touch yet so. Stone is a Pain rn. Also excuse the grass staircase, golems like spawning up on the roof and I have been too lazy to spawn-proof that yet lmao.

Behold! The world's slowest iron farm! bc if villagers are gonna keep spawning golems, I might as well farm them. I will need some more wandering traders to come by though, I have lost two leads into the lava so far rip.

Got the idea for this from when Cub instigated something similar at ConCorp to deal with excess golems, though his worked a lot better than mine lol.

I do think I will need a proper iron farm at some point when I feel brave enough to build one and switch the world to easy, but that's a job for later.

Also! Villager breeder! Made from memories of watching Stress build hers on-stream last year. It works! :D Just don't ask me how I'm getting the villagers OUT of the pit they're currently in. XD I decided that's a job for future me to deal with lmao. Still, feeling pretty good that it worked, bc it's the first one I've ever built. :D

Also I feel *slightly* bad for putting this under the barn, but it had the space I needed. I will have to decorate this properly later as well, it's not going to be this ugly forever. XD

Also this is what I built on top of the hill. I had thought about a lighthouse or tower or something, but I went with this instead. It's a temple for Hekate, based on the one I visit in meditation. It's not a traditional design for that reason, bc I wanted the one I know, not one I don't know. It sits on a cliff edge like this overlooking a large bay of water surrounded by forest. So it fits really nicely here.

I've been thinking a lot about what I want to do with this world, and what I want to build, and thinking about Scar's advice for themes that give you things to build. So if there's a Hekate temple here, and that's the vibe I'm going for, well, that gives me ideas for other infrastructure I want to build, and how to work with the block palette I've picked.

I kinda want to riff off what Cub did at ConCorp, and have like, specific buildings for specific villager jobs. So there'll be a library for librarians, market stalls, a proper blacksmith for the tool/weapon/armourers etc, that kind of thing. And I want them scattered around the land that I've cleared, I don't want them all packed in together. I want them to be free to wander and sleep and do their jobs, but still be safe inside their buildings.

And then I want to build a larger temple for Hekate in the centre of town, based off a Cathedral-like temple I've seen in meditation before, though it won't be a gigantic mega-build. It will probably be something I do much further down the track though.

Also! I have a zombie spawner I want to turn into an xp farm, and maybe it won't be the best one ever, it would still be nice to have a better source of xp than villager trading.

So yeah, I have like, ideas in mind for where this world is going to go. I want to make this a more long-term world, and slowly chip away at these projects as I work my way through the early game and get myself established. I'm really enjoying this world, and getting to know java minecraft better, since I spend so much time watching people play java. I'm always surprised at how much I've picked up just through osmosis. So yeah. Having a lot of fun with this world and I'm excited to sink more time into it and keep building it up. :D

[marrowwife]

- THE ALEXANDRIA SOCIETY -

"Welcome to the Alexandria Society, you are here because you have potential, no more, and no less."

- ABOUT -

urban fantasy

third person pov

first draft / writing & planning

trigger warnings; blood, gore, ritual, tba

- TROPES & THEMES -

dark academia, wlw romance, knowledge based magic system (learned rituals, ingredients, language etc), hidden society, the demonic & the angelic, new adult, found family, power & corruption

- BLURB -

You can enter the Library Of Alexandria in one of three ways. One; become an initiate of the Alexandria Society and hope you make it to Librarian. Two; stumble across one of the many hidden entrances scattered around the world and make it past the wards. Three; summon a demon and make a deal, hope the demon doesn't take your soul in the process. Most witches choose option one.

Cypher Castellan is a legacy; a daughter of Librarians tracing their way back to the cult of Hekate. Magic is the only thing she has ever loved and the only thing that has truly loved her. With the potential of an entire bloodline singing in her veins, Cypher will become a Librarian. In her family, there's no other option.

Ridley Chance is a watcher, someone who sits on the sidelines and gazes at the lives of others, a daydreamer. Working at the old bookstore on campus, she knows all about the Alexandria Society, the rich and untouchable elite. Or she thought she did, before the door, before the invitation, before the veil lifted from her eyes. Can a girl who barely survived mundanity survived the darkly addictive world of witches?

June Apatow is a traitor. That's what they call witches who turn to forbidden magic. But the Alexandria Society does not know her source, only her potential. And June needs to become a Librarian, needs access to the secrets hidden in the Library of Alexandria. But the Trials of the Inititiates are far from a walk in the park, especially with the Rule Of Three tying June in with a legacy and a nobody. June has never been a team player.

- TAGLIST -

(ask to be added or removed)

@houndmouthed @moonscribbler @lockejhaven @aeipathys @cryptid-s-wips @seven-little-constellations @asralieswritingcorner

[stormcrow513]

Getting to Know You Ask Game

Tagged by @a-witch-named-crow thanks for the tag hun!

Rules: Answer the questions and tag nine people you want to know better.

Favorite Color: I kinda default to navy blue, but really I enjoy most colors as long as there on the darker scale bright colors tend to bother my eyes

Currently Reading: Daniel Ogdans, Magic, Witchcraft and Ghosts In The Greek And Roman Worlds, just got Hekates Garden By Cydi Brennan last month haven't got to far into it yet, been working Aidan Watchers Weaving Fate so read and rereading it as I work through it, and for fun I mostly do fan fiction

Last Song: hmm oh Fade To Black - Monster YouTube recommended it to me I like it gonna have to listen to more of there stuff, think I may have heard em before but I'm so bad with band names

Last Series: Ma and I finished rewatching Warehouse 13 and we're currently rewatching The Librarians

Last Movie: The Librarian trilogy

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: ah mostly depends on the day but, sweet/spicy/savory

Currently Working On: Putting together a box with mementos of my Shy kitty. Pulling everything out of my closet, mice got in there again so I'm cleaning it and going to rework it so next time this happens its easier to clean up, also, sick of my room so gonna rework it, my little cupboard I have my witch supplies in is a horrid mess so gotta rework that, mostly fall make me feel like scrubbing down to the floorboards,

Tagging: Sorry if I tag anyone whose already been tagged,

@lurelurk , @graveyarddirt , @cardenvondraken , @blackthornwren ,

@hillsarehollow , @aur-ochs ,

um these are the only namrs I can pull off the top of my head right now without scrolling through my following list so

[a-edgar-allan-hoe]

The Last Chthonian

Bucky x Reader, Sam x Reader, Zemo x Reader

Part 10

A/N: I can’t believe I’m already on part 10 for this series and to be honest it’s fun to write. And in all seriousness, the tumblr mobile app needs to allow you to put a read more link. But anyways love you all and let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list! Mwah! 🖤🖤🖤

Summary: Imagine being Hekate, the Greek goddess of magic and witchcraft, the night and the moon, doorways and crossroads, creatures of the night, and ghosts and necromancy. You stumbled upon Earth many centuries ago and since then have resided on the foreign planet. During the recent years you created an alias for yourself to hide your true identity, and after the war against Thanos you chose to live out your days in the Scottish countryside, until a certain trio appear at your doorstep one day.

Warnings: language, some violence, and blood

“Im sorry, did you just say Madripoor?” You blinked at Zemo, dreading the destination ahead of you.

“What’s up with Madripoor? You talk about it like it’s Skull Island.” Sam questioned, looking between you and Zemo.

“Imagine Mos Eisley from Tatooine but without the aliens and blasters.” You tried to make an analogy. “In other words, a shithole. And to be honest, I’d rather be in Mos Eisley.”

“It’s an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago. It was a pirate sanctuary back in the 1800s.” Bucky explained to Sam.

“It’s kept its lawless ways.” Zemo added before turning to James. “But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.”

You had a feeling Zemo would suggest all of you going in with different identities, and being the only woman in the group, you already had a wild guess you weren’t going to be ecstatic about yours. You looked to Bucky with a frown on your lips. You knew what Zemo had meant towards him, and you didn’t know how it would affect him to transition back into the person he tried so hard to deviate from. Bucky saw the sympathetic smile you gave him, and he returned it with a look that reassured you that he would be fine.

“Y/n.” Zemo now spoke to you, tilting his head to meet your eyes. “I’m sure you are aware of the conditions.”

“Zemo if you...” Bucky trailed off as he glared at him, silently warning him to watch what he says next.

Sam and Bucky kept their eyes on Zemo, waiting to hear what his suggested persona for you was and ready to beat his ass if he dared to suggest something that would be demeaning to you.

“No way in the pits of Tartarus. I am not going in as an escort.” You voiced with a clenched jaw. “And if it’s eye candy you need, you have Sam.”

Sam gave you a surprised look from your comment, flattered to have you recommend him to be the designated eye candy before going back to the topic at hand. “Hell no Zemo. You’re not having y/n pretend to be an escort.”

“I’m afraid Sam is already going as someone.” Zemo sat back with his hands folded in his lap. “And don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on having you go as an escort, it isn’t befitting of a baron like me. Plus, I figured it would be uncomfortable for you, so I was going to suggest you act as my fiancé, if you are willing of course.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, pondering on the subject. You were a bit relieved in all honesty. But to pretend to be Zemo’s fiancé and be in close and almost physical proximities with him?

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to y/n.” Sam uttered to you.

“I’ll do it.” You confirmed.

“Are you sure?” Zemo asked you again, making sure you were comfortable with acting the part.

“I thought Zemo might step out of line with this one, but we don’t want you to do something that will make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m sure. I’ve had to do things I wasn’t comfortable with plenty of times in the past.”

Once you had all landed, Zemo decided to stop by a place so that you all may get dressed. You had already packed a dress and a pair of heels with you just in case for situations like these, since this wasn’t the first time you had to dress up for a mission. The dress you wore was a black, burned velvet silk slip-like dress with the velvet print being dark red roses. The dress wasn’t too tight to be constricting of movement and fit perfectly around around your curves. If the situation should arise that you needed to defend yourself, you needed the freedom to be able to move. Going down, the fabric flared slightly at your hips, brushing barely against the floor with your heels on. The skirt was slightly sheer from the bottom of your thighs and down with the floral velvet print, and had a slit going up your right thigh, perfect for kicking and concealing your dagger. The top torso portion of the front of your dress was a spaghetti strap cowl neckline that stopped just above the curve of your breasts, allowing for just a bit of cleavage. Your back was left bare, stopping at your mid back with thin straps that came across in a pattern. Your dress almost had a Grecian/witchy look from the way it draped over your chest and hips. It wasn’t too formal or too scandalous, it was elegant and classy, and showed just the right amount of skin where it wouldn’t be too revealing.

Even though you completely loathed and detested heels of any kinds, your heels were fairly simple, made of black velvet with straps that came across your ankles and toes. You dreaded heaving to wear them but at the same time you’d stick out like a sore thumb if you wore your docs with these. Perhaps you should’ve brought your nicer sandals, but it was too late now. You kept on your mother’s necklace and wore a set of amethyst drop earrings, throwing on a silver cuff bracelet on each wrist. Your hair was let loose to conceal your short sword that you hid on your back underneath your dress, the hilt resting right between your shoulder blades. You prayed that having your hair down would cover the scars and the sword you had on your back. But you were mostly focused about the scars, you failed to mention them to the guys about it since it was something that was hard for you to share. The only makeup you had on was some eyeshadow and mascara to darken your eyes, very little blush, and a lip tint.

The last thing to do was to put on some perfume, so you spritzed on your favorite oil based one that you had from Olympus on your pulse points. The scent was filled with incense-like scents like dragon’s blood, sage, crushed red roses, sandalwood, ghostly white musk, absinthe, almonds, and heady gardenia. It wasn’t as harsh as the common alcohol based ones, this one was more earthy and ancient, and every time you wore it, the scent lingered and heads turned. You gave yourself a once over when you were done, taking in a deep breath before heading out to join the others.

You became nervous as you saw them gathered together, talking amongst themselves as they haven’t noticed you yet. You rarely ever wore dresses these days, especially of the kind you were wearing now which left you feeling bare and exposed even though the dress wasn’t at all much revealing. So as you approached them, you couldn’t help picking at your fingers in anxiety.

The men turned at the sound of your heels clicking against the ground, and when they laid their eyes on you, they couldn’t help but gawk with their mouths parted open, as if they had seen the most beautiful creature to ever walk the earth. You chewed on the inside of your cheeks as you saw how they stared at you.

“Wow.” Sam was the first to say something. “You look like a million bucks.”

“What? Never seen a woman in a dress before?”

“No, I’ve just never seen you in a dress before.” Sam answered. “You’re always dressed like some hippie/librarian, with your bands shirts, sweaters, plaid pants and jackets.”

“Haha vary funny.”

“Also since when did you have muscles?” Sam noticed as he poked your bare arm. “And since when did you have a tattoo?” He observed the mark you had on your upper right arm, right below your shoulder. It was the mark that was given to you to signify your Olympian status and what you represented. It was about the color that henna left behind after you wiped the paste off your skin, the color of ginger and bronze. The center of your mark was a lightning bolt, which represented a child of Zeus. Below that was your symbol, the torch and the triple moons.

“Since when did you start asking so many questions? But yeah, I’ve always had muscles Sam, I was trained in combat since I was, you could say 9 years old in human years. Also, technically everyone has them, it’s what allows us to move and lift things. And that.” You pointed to your tattoo. “Is my goddess mark, not a tattoo. Every Olympian god has one and they each have their personal symbol that represents them.”

“Wait, so you’ve been trained since you were a kid?” Bucky looked at you to clarify what he heard as they all started to head out.

“Technically, everyone on Olympus starts training that young. Then, when they become of age, a tournament is held to display their skills, following a ceremony after, to celebrate their victory.” You explained as you walked beside them.

The four of you were currently walking on the bridge that led to Madripoor. You could see the city’s skyline out in the distance, the cyberpunk like buildings lighting up the night sky.

“Do you need my coat?” You heard Zemo say beside you, making you look at him.

“Sorry?”

“Do you need my coat?” He repeated himself, referring to how your arms were bare against the cool night. “I wouldn’t want you to get cold.”

You stared at him, stunned from the kind gesture as you tried to form words to say. “Oh uh.....I appreciate the gesture, but I’m fine actually. I’m not that cold.” Though you didn’t want to admit it, you actually would’ve liked to try on his coat, because in all honesty it was a damn nice coat.

“We have to fix this.” You heard Sam say with irritation visible in his voice. “I’m the only one who looks like a pimp.”

“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man you’re supposed to be playing.” Zemo mentioned as he pulled out his phone to show Sam. “The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.”

“He even has a bad nickname. Hell, he does look like me, though.” Sam observed the photo.

“You smell this?”

“Yeah, what is that? Acid?” Sam sniffed the air as you did the same.

“Smells rancid.” You scrunched your nose at the smell.

“Madripoor. No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There’s no margin for error.” Zemo instructed as a black car pulled up in front of you. “High Town’s that way. Not a bad place if you wanna visit, but Low Town’s the other way.”

“Let me guess. We don’t have any friends in High Town.” Sam remarked as he opened the door for the back seat.

“Y/n. A moment please, if you will.” Zemo uttered to you.

You stopped in your tracks, seeing Bucky and Sam stand on either side of the car doors, looking between the two of you and especially Zemo, with caution. You nodded your head at them, signaling you were fine and that they can get seated. And though they sat themselves inside the car, that didn’t stop them from keeping their eyes glued to Zemo to make sure he didn’t pull anything stupid.

“What’s the issue?” You turned to Zemo, giving him your attention.

“Since you will be portraying my fiancé, there’s a certain key element you will be needing to complete the image.” You watched as he pulled out a ring from his coat pocket, displaying it in front of you. “If I may?”

You stared at Zemo blankly before nodding your head and holding out your left hand for him. You knew this was only for a show, but you couldn’t help but stiffen as he delicately held your hand with his gloved one before slipping the ring onto your ring finger.

“There.” Hi smiled softly at you, his hand still holding yours. “Now you look the part.”

The two of you stood there for a moment, his thumb brushing against your knuckles, leaving behind a trail of warmth as he gazed down at you. Zemo swore he could have gotten lost in the violet swirls and gold flecks of your eyes forever, which now sparkled against Madripoor’s lit up skyline, the neon city and the places he’s visited not even coming close to the beauty he held before him.

You tried not to blush under his gaze as you gave him a polite smile before slipping your hand out of his. “I should probably change my eyes huh.” You remembered, changing your eyes to a normal color known to earth. “Should I hide the scar?” You asked him, referring to the one on your face.

“I think you should leave it. It suits you, and besides, you never know who might recognize you without it.”

Nodding your head at him, you headed to the car and settling in beside Bucky as Zemo followed, getting in the passenger seat in front of you. In the car ride there, you glanced down at the ring Zemo slipped on your finger, it was definitely a beautiful elegant ring, with a rose gold band and a pear cut garnet in the center that had diamonds that accented the bottom. Once you arrived in the city, you walked through the neon lit streets beside Zemo while Sam and Bucky followed behind. You loosened up your body as you went, swaying your hips slightly as you tried your best not to walk like a bodyguard and look threatening as everyone’s eyes followed the four of you strolling through the streets.

“Here we are.” Zemo announced, stopping in front of a bar before speaking to Bucky in Russian. “Ready to comply… Winter Soldier?”

As you went in, Zemo leaned in to whisper in your ear, his warm breath tickling your neck and startling you as he spoke in a hushed tone. “I want to apologize in advance, forgive me.”

You looked at him with furrowed brows to question what he meant until you felt his gloved hand slide across your back before resting on your waist, pulling you closer to his side. You noticed how his hand fumbled after brushing across your sword as he gave you a questioning look. What was that on your back? Did you really conceal a full on sword on your back underneath your dress? On your way to the bar table you saw people stare as you went through, some of them gawking in surprise at Bucky, or the winter soldier as he was now portraying, while the slimy men in the area roamed their eyes over your body hungrily. Zemo noticed your uneasiness from the way your muscles tensed, though your face didn’t show a sign of it, and glared at the men who dared to lay their eyes on you, only pulling you closer to him to prove that you were with him while Bucky and Sam noticed this as well and positioned themselves where you were blocked from the view of your peers, allowing you to breathe a little better as you approached the bar.

“Hello, gentlemen.” The bartender greeted you all. “Wasn’t expecting you, Smiling Tiger.”

“His plans changed.” Zemo answered for him. “We have business to do with Selby.”

“The usual?”

Sam nodded his head.

“And for the lady?”

“Um Something fruity.” You answered with a flirtatious smile, silently hoping they had something like that on the menu and that you hadn’t blown their cover by ordering the wrong drink.

The bartender handed you what looked to be a pineapple martini and you internally thanked the gods for your sheer bit of luck, taking the drink and thanking the bartender with another smile. You watched as he went to work on Sam’s drink, pulling out of a jar what definitely was a snake. You gulped, your stomach feeling nauseous as you saw the bartender cut open the dead snake, taking out its guts and throwing it in the shot glass. You were mortified to say the least, snakes were one of your symbols and you had owned plenty of the gentle little creatures. You shot Sam a sympathetic look once you saw his expression.

“Cheers.” Zemo held up his glass while Sam stared at his before gathering the courage to drink it all in one go. If Sam wasn’t going to throw up, you were going to do it for him.

While your eyes were trained on Sam’s expression, you felt someone breathe over your neck before feeling a clammy hand graze across your ass.

“Hey baby-“

Your eyes widened before you grabbed the wrist of the man behind you in one quick motion, twisting his arm to an unnatural position as you yanked it away from your body, causing the sleazy looking individual let out a yelp of pain. You would’ve crushed his wrist like crumpled paper if Zemo hadn’t put a cautionary hand on your arm as he whispered to you. “Careful now.”

You let go of the man’s wrist before shoving him aside like a pile of garbage. If their identity wasn’t at risk of being revealed, Zemo, Sam, and Bucky would have gone over there and beat the guy up after you were done with him.

“I got word from high. You ain’t welcome here.” You watched from behind Zemo as a bearded man approached him.

“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me…” Zemo gestured towards Bucky.

“New haircut?”

“Or bring Selby for a chat.”

The man glanced between Zemo and Bucky before leaving.

“A power broker? Really?” Sam turned to Zemo.

“Every kingdom needs its king. Let’s just pray we stay under his radar.”

“Do you know him?” You asked.

“Only by reputation. In Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner.”

Another man was approaching in your direction, most likely to kick you all out or worse, and after following your gaze, Zemo turned to Bucky, speaking to him in Russian just as the man laid a hand on his shoulder. “Winter Soldier. Attack.”

You stood back, watching as Bucky grabbed the dude’s arm and twisted it back. You refrained yourself from intervening as Bucky took down the men that fought against him.

“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.” Zemo commented to you and Sam.

Bucky slammed one of the men down on the counter. And as you heard the clicking of guns being loaded, your defensive mode nearly kicked in as you almost reached for your sword before Zemo stopped you.

“Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us.” Zemo whispered to you both before turning to Bucky and speaking in Russian again. “Well done soldier.”

You let your arm drop back down to your side, not a single change in your expression as you eyed everyone around you.

“Selby will see you now.” The bartender spoke up after getting off the phone.

Zemo gave him a thanks, nodding you over and holding out his hand for you to take as you went to his side again, Bucky and Sam following after you. You went through a back door, going down a dark corridor with Zemo’s hand on your back as he guided you through.

“You should know, Baron. People don’t just come into my bar and make demands.” You heard a woman’s voice speak, turning your head to see an older woman in a suit with short white hair lounging back on the coach with her security around her.

“Not a demand. An offer.” Zemo sat down on the couch before waving you over when he saw you standing near Sam. “Come sit schatzi.”

You straightened up, plastering a smile on your face as you went over to him. Selby’s eyes followed you curiously as you placed your hand in his, your eyes rapidly moving in nervousness for what area would be the most appropriate area to sit. Were you......were you supposed to sit on his lap? Is that how couples work? No, that would be inappropriate. Before things got awkward, you quickly plopped down on the empty spot next to him, crossing over your leg in a way so that it draped over his, leaving your thigh completely exposed from the slit in your dress, save for the dagger that still remained hidden. Sam and Bucky widened their eyes at what you just did, while Zemo stiffened at this sudden movement from you as you also draped one arm around his shoulders, bringing yourself closer to him. Were you even doing this right?

“A lot has changed since you were here last.” Selby observed the two of you before her eyes landed on your ring. “Who’s this pretty little thing?”

“This.” Zemo looked at you with a loving look, throwing an arm around your waist to draw circles on your bare back, while his other hand rested on your thigh, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps on your skin as you felt shivers go down your spine. “Is my fiancé. Gorgeous isn’t she?”

How long has it been since you were this close and personal to someone? The last you could remember, women still wore corsets and people still rode carriages. You felt your body heat up from being this close to him, and from the way he stroked your back. How was a mortal man able to leave you feeling like this? If he was able to send shivers down your spine with the mere touch on your back with his gloved hand, you wondered how it would feel to have his bare hands on you, just skin to skin. And if you were being honest, you never really were a fan of cologne but his smelled of a deeper earthy tones with hints of musk, and you were surprised and almost ashamed to say you liked how he smelled. You returned the same loving look to Zemo, trying to make it as believable as possible as you ran your fingers through the hair on the back of his head before placing a kiss on his jaw close to his ear. Sam and Bucky couldn’t believe their eyes at the scene before them, the same you who preferred to be a hermit and didn’t go on dates because it involved human interaction, was cuddling up to none other than Helmut Zemo himself. Zemo’s breath faltered a bit from from your touch as he swallowed the lump in his throat, struggling not to break character. Being this close to you, he was able to get a whiff of your perfume and my goodness, Zemo felt as if he could drown in your scent, you smelled like the heavens, not overbearingly sweet, but dark and luxurious and even seductive. Is this what vampires and sirens smelled like when they lured people to their deaths? You raised a brow at Zemo, your heightened senses were picking up on his breathing patterns and heartbeat. Was he getting nervous?

“Extremely.” Selby commented, smirking at the two of you before roaming her eyes over your body. You could feel her taking you in but you kept your eyes trained on the side of Zemo’s face. “Where did you pick this one up? She looks like a fighter.”

“As they say, why not get a woman who can do both. She was part of the Sokovian armed forces, I met her through there.”

“By the way, I thought you were rotting away in a German prison. How did you escape?” Selby added after finally taking her eyes off you.

“People like us always find a way, don’t we? I’m sure you’ve already figured out what I’m here for.”

“You’re taller than I’d heard, Smiling Tiger.” Selby turned to Sam with a flirtatious grin, using her hand in a claw like manner as she let out a purr. “What’s the offer?”

“Tell us what you know about the super-soldier serum.” Zemo got up off the couch, going over to Bucky and holding his chin between his fingers. “And I give you him, along with the code words to control him, of course. He will do anything you want.”

“Now that’s the Zemo I remember. I’m glad I decided not to kill you immediately. Yeah, you were right to come to me. Arrogant, but right. The super-soldier serum is here in Madripoor. Dr. Wilfred Nagel is the man you wanna thank. Or… condemn, depending on what side of this you’re on. The Power Broker had him working on the serum, but… things didn’t go as planned.”

“Is Nagel still in Madripoor?”

“Oh. The bread crumbs you can have for free, but the bakery is gonna cost you, Baron. And before you get all cute, don’t think you can find Nagel without me. But.....” She turned you with a sly smile which made your insides turn. “Throw her in with the package and you have yourself a deal.”

Zemo, Sam, and Bucky turned to look at you with dread upon hearing her words. This wasn’t at all part of the plan.

“No, no no. That wasn’t the deal.” Zemo stepped over to where you sat, blocking you from her. “She’s not for sale.”

“Why not?” Selby raised her brow at Zemo. “I’m pretty sure a man like you could pick up someone else to be your plaything or fiancé or whatever. I like this one in particular.” She turned to you again.

“That’s not-“ Zemo started before he was cut off by Sam’s cellphone vibrating.

You breath was caught in your throat and it felt as if the room had dropped in temperature. You could feel the tension floating around the air as everyone’s eyes were trained on Sam now, making you sit up straight and uncross your legs so that they were planted firmly on the ground. Your hand rested on your thigh just above where the hilt of your dagger was as your eyes darted around the room, watching each and every person like a hawk about to swoop down on its prey. You had a feeling this wasn’t going to end well.

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[dontrollthedicesideblog]

You are honestly carrying the skephalo tag, and I am HERE for it. But I was wondering if you had any fic reccomendations?

(cracks knuckles) time to love everyone on this fuckkng website. warning that i mostly read on ao3 and ill probably miss whats good on wattpad. not in any particular order unless explicitly said. 

anybody, feel free to add on with your own recommendations or self promotions

Coffee For Your Head by crifics, 4/? chapters

all-time favorite skephalo fic. coffee shop au where barista!bbh has this uncanny knack of making people drinks that they’d enjoy without asking specifically and skeppy tries to figure out his secret. i think it has a ton of potential with friendships too from the tags but it hasnt gotten too far into the plot yet.

Trying to Connect the Dots by mini_puffs, 1/1 chapter

#1 competition for the all-time favorite skephalo fic spot. dude. spiderman au. skeppy is spiderman and bbh is his best friend and they both have a secret to tell each other.

Books and Caffeine by Insane_Tomato, 5/5 chapters

fluffy college au. librarian!bbh and math major!skeppy. comfort fic tbh. seeing them fall in love is aaaaaaaa

Dreamwalking in Lavender Fields by Sofyzin, 7/? chapters

soulmate au except they have to work for their happy ending. still has plenty of fluffy moments, it’s just focused more on the buildup of trust between the two after something goes south.

You’re Ridiculous by mei_ri, 2/4 chapters

grocery store au. skeppy’s an inconsiderate customer and bad’s just trying to buy some damn eggs.

Talented Defeat by Hekat, 1/1 chapter

character analysis on skeppy. this is not a happy fic. please mind the tags before reading. PLEASE MIND THE TAGS BEFORE READING

i try to keep my courage but i end up getting nervous and my face goes blue by danfic, 1/1 chapter

very short, less than 500 words. but damn if that revelation of “oh shit im in love with my best friend” isnt written perfectly

when your friends make you lowkey anxious without meaning to by travellinglinen, 1/1 chapter

ok i know this isnt technically skephalo but it can totally be read that way ok? i just have a LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT LA ROOMATES TRIO and hey. the author has another fic that actually centers around skephalo thats pretty good. why am i not linking it here? idk. la roommates trio. thats my agenda. la roommates + skephalo everybody.

[hetties-chthonic-musings]

Personal Festival Calendar

Hello poppies!! I’ve decided to try incorporating a few ancient Athenian holidays into my practice. It will also include some personal holidays that I find are important to myself and my practice (or that I just found interesting). This decision was inspired by @thepastelpriestess ‘s Festival calendar, as they are such a huge inspiration to myself and my practice. Since I’m still a small Hellenic baby I’m going to try to keep it small. So, here it is:

Mondays: Celebrating Gods of Night (Erebus, Nyx, Hypnos, Morpheus and the Oneiroi) Saturdays: Celebrating Gods of the Underworld (Hades, Persephone, Thanatos)

January: --1st: New Years, Neumenia --3rd: Festival of Sleep Day (Hypnos) --4th Hermes --23rd: Theogamia (Zeus & Hera) --31st: Hekate’s Deipnon

February: --1st: Neumenia --2nd: Imbolc --4th: Hermes --14th: Valentine’s Day (Aphrodite, Eros) --23rd: Diasia (Chthonic Zeus) --29th: Hekate’s Deipnon

March: --1st: Neumenia --4th: Hermes --6th: Elaphebolia (Artemis) --9th: Dionysia (Dionysus) --19th: Ostara --31st Hekate’s Deipnon

April: --1st: Neumenia --4th: Hermes --10th: My birthday!! --16th: National Librarian Day --22nd: Earth Day (Gaia) --30th: Hekate’s Deipnon

May: --1st: Beltane, Neumenia --4th: Hermes --10th: Mother’s Day (Hera) --22nd: World Goth Day --31st: Hekate’s Deipnon

June: --1st: Neumenia --4th: Hug Your Cat Day, Hermes --21st: Litha, Father’s Day (Zeus) --30th: Hekate’s Deipnon

July: --1st: Neumenia --3rd: Khalkeia (Athena and Hephaestus) --4th: Hermes --17th: Aphrodisia (Aphrodite) --31st: Hekate’s Deipnon

August: --1st: Lammas, Neumenia --4th: Hermes --7th Boedromia (Apollo) --15th-18th: Eleusinia (Demeter) --25th: Zeus Epoptes --31st: Hekate’s Deipnon

September: --1st: Neumenia --4th: Hermes --13th: National Grandparents Day --23rd: Mabon --29th: Thesmophoria (Demeter, Persephone) --30th: Thesmophoria, Hekate’s Deipnon

October: --1st: Thesmophoria, Neumenia --4th: Hermes --12th: Indigenous People’s Day --27th: Black Cat Day --31st: Samhain, Hekate’s Deipnon

November: --1st: Neumenia --4th: Hermes --7th: Pyanepsia (Apollo) --10th: National Forget-Me-Not Day --30th: Hekate’s Deipnon

December: --1st: Neumenia --4th: Hermes --21st: Yule --25th: Christmas --31st: Hekate’s Deipnon And that’s it my lovely asphodels! Thank you for being you!!

[takaraphoenix]

...Librarians, huh. Just, why? Why those, in particular?

Bacchus, god of wine and festivity.

Iris, goddess of messages and rainbows.

Heka, god of magic and medicine.

Aengus, god of love and inventor of kisses.

They... totally... scream librarians and knowledge horders. Like, Heka I will give you on the grounds of magic since those four have tried to gain more magic.

But there are so many better fits for those roles. You want knowledge horders, librarians? Why didn’t you pick Minerva, Metis, Dagda and Imhotep? Like, for example. So many gods are linked to knowledge in all four pantheons and thus would make more sense as... librarians?

Or why not double down on them having been former magicians and take magic-related gods? Hekate, Angitia, sure you can keep Heka on that one, Dagda?

(Notice how Dagda literally doubles as wisdom and magic? He also dabbles in war so I would even buy him posing as Enyalius, unlike the god of love.)

I know I’m unnecessarily hung up on this one, but... they generally plan things out rather well so I’m really confused why they didn’t make... better picks for their gods in question here? And it’s not like that’s hard or anything.

This just frustrates me because it’s less like this was Planned Out, it feels more like “Uh so aside from Persephone and Hades, the only gods we introduced so far were Iris and Bacchus so uh I guess we’ll just reuse those again? *lol*” than like actually planned-out story-telling.

[distinctivelibrarians]

4, 29 and 38 for the writer ask thing?

4. Have you ever been published, or do you want to be published?

I have not yet! But I’d like to be. I do want to write a novel/novels eventually. As soon as I figure out how to work on stuff for longer than a month.

29. Favourite villain 

Ever? Hekat from Empress. (...I would recommend Empress. I would not recommend the rest of the series.) Otherwise, I really love Lamia from the Librarians, and similar characters.

38. Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had

Problem: I forget story ideas within a weekBigger problem: the only thing coming to mind is the...I don’t want to call them furries. I didn’t know what furries were when I was 12. But they were furries. With magic. In a mostly human world. Most of the magic was based strictly on intent, rather than any kind of spell-system. The main character had a really bad penchant for...let’s go with “rearranging architectural structures.” And that’s about all I remember about it.

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It's wayyy too hot outside to go out for an afternoon walk. Our solution was to go walk around our library for about 45 minutes. We did make out like bandits though! They had the first four Star Trek movies available and some older (pre 80s) books on white magick I haven't read before.

[templarhalo]

Alicia Moloc Chapter 2

The baby’s cries were quite irritating.   Moloc looked up from his paperwork and strode over the girl.

He didn’t smell a dirty diaper,  The servitor has fed her some formula about five minutes ago.

He picked up the little girl.

“What is the matter child?” Asterion asked.

The baby babbled at him. Her face scrunched up.

“She wants to spend time with you.”  Chief Librarian Hekate said.   Asterion hated when he showed up without warning.  Hekate knew that irritated his liege, but he honestly did not care.  The Chief Librarian was almost as tall as Asterion.  He wore a suit of Indomintus Terminator Armor with  a massive Force Axe strapped to his back and a Master-crafted Combi-Grav mag locked to  his thigh. His hair was close cut and his face was gaunt and scarred.

“Why?” Asterion asked.

“Because you are her father.  Not to mention the servitor scares her.”

“It's just a servitor.”

“She’s just a child. She has no idea what a servitor is.”  Hekate said.

Asterion didn’t reply.   He held his daughter close and began singing a battle hymn in the Helikan language the chapter used that he knew would calm her down.  After a few minutes the child began making happy noises and fell asleep in Moloc’s arms.

“Have you decided a name for her yet?”  Hekate asked.

Moloc paused.

“I haven't  thought of one yet.”

“You should think of one soon.  She's your responsibility, not a servitors.”

Asterion mulled it over.  What would he name this girl  Eudora?  Rhea? Tarja?

This was frustrating for him, he could plan assaults that would leave his enemies utterly Annihilated, but he could not name a child.

“Alecia.” Asterion said aloud.

“Alecia Moloc.”

He stared at the little girl.

“That will be your name my daughter.  And one day, the enemies of mankind will fear it.”

[alexseanchai]

@dreaming-in-seams check out this thread, especially reply 11 by Jenett. Here she is mostly using her many levels in Badass Librarian to prove the association of Hekate and cats isn't ancient, and I confess I haven't followed most of her links, but I bet the approximate date that association was first recorded is in here somewhere.

Marichat May: Day 2–Greek AU

I know this is days late, but I just got an idea, so whatevs.

Marinette: I was going to make her one of Artemis’ Hunters, but they swear off all men which is problematic for a ship. So she’s an Amazonian Warrior, who do have men in their matriarchal society.

Chat Noir: A few sources told me that black cats were thought to be omens of death and servants of Hekate, goddess of magic. They were also associated with the Egyptian goddess Bast as the Greek equated her with Artemis.

No idea what the story would be, but I liked the concept!

@marichatmay

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"the adult version of the Scholastic Book Fair"

The important part is that I was able to stand at a table with my back to the room and be able to look at books. I know that's doesn't mean shit for a lot of people, but it does for me

We got two books and a ton of stickers!

[x22817]

📚 Hekate the librarian 📚