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yoongsisbae · 3 years ago

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Handshakes of a Lifetime - Chapter 6

BTS soulmate AU. OT7 x reader / Taehyung x reader focused in this chapter, slight Jungkook x reader and Namjoon x reader

Usually by the time I finish a chapter, I will have a nice chunk of the next chapter done, when I finished chapter 5 I had TWO SENTENCES FOR THIS CHAPTER cries, ugh this was a journey lol but I had fun along the way :). Also, I wanted to shoutout @missseoulite I remember having a really bad day when I saw your sweet comment about being eager for the new chap and just knowing someone cared enough to wish me safety and care about my well being, well it meant a lot to me, so this chapter is dedicated to you my dear!!!! <3

Word count: 10.3k

Warnings: death, mention of a suicide, if you’re like me and don’t like to think about being old this chapter might trigger an existential crisis lol, cheating, men being sexist, angst but also fluffiness, sex with Taehyung, breeding kink, a character calls you and Tae children but you are two very grown adults I just wanted to make that super duper clear.

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“I want to try, I think it would be worth it, you’ll be worth it.”

‘Why did he have to say that,’ you wince, looking over at the idol. He is beautiful, way out of your league, above you in every way, and he’s looking back at you like his whole world hangs in the balance. How could you reject him now. You groan.

You stand up. You place your palm in front of his face, your fingers splayed out, you can see his wide excited eyes in the gaps between them. You look at him expectantly. Taehyung nods, places his palm to yours, interlocking your fingers together.

Your heart thumps wildly as darkness fills the room. You open your eyes once you hear the familiar voice of your husband call out to you, “No need to fret anymore, my beloved. I’m here now.” Taehyung’s hand covers your old and frail fingers. You lie in your bed, body tired and weathered from all the years you’ve spent on this earth.

Your eyes roam over the room, taking in all the faces of your beautiful children and grandchildren. The pain in your tired joints fades as you focus on the man you’ve only grown to love more in all the years you’ve been together. It’s because of him you’ve lived a fulfilled life full of love. With him by your side you’re ready now.

You look up from your crouched position, the flowers you’ve picked lie fresh and pretty in your basket. You look to the dirt path where a man is running towards you. ‘What is a man doing here of all places?’ you think.

He comes to a stop once he sees you, hands on his knees as he gasps for breath. He looks young and beautiful, though his robes are askew and torn and his face glistens as sweat drips from his chin. You almost decide to ignore him and go back to your duties until you notice the red lines that peak from the uncovered parts of his torso. The cuts look painful. You hesitate, “Do you need some assistance?”

“Don’t mind me, fair maiden,” his breathing is still heavy as he speaks. He looks around, taking in his surroundings. ‘What is he looking for?’ you wonder. You can tell he is trying to hide his panic, but it comes through in his tense movements and jittery eyes.

“Are you sure you don’t need help?”

Four men on horse approach you. You notice they are soldiers by the gold plates that cover their body. You hold the flower basket a little tighter to your chest. The first soldier speaks, “Have you seen a man come through this way?”

“You’re the only men I’ve seen for days.”

You feel their lewd stares on you, your stomach churns from the unwanted attention. One soldier dismounts his horse and stalks closer to you. “A pretty little thing like you wouldn’t dare lie to us?” he questions.

“I swear on goddess Athena.” You stand still and look to the ground as he invades your space. The soldier brings a calloused hand to your chin to make you look at him, his companions snickering at your discomfort.

“For days? You must be lonely, poor sweet thing you are.” The other soldiers dismount and circle you. You try to keep your face neutral from the disgust you feel as their eyes rake over your body.

“It is as I said,” your eyes shift to the marble walls of the temple behind you. “I would not lie in Athena’s name, I am protected by her watch.” You emphasize your last words, keeping your limbs close and suppressing your instincts to fight and draw this encounter out any longer than need be.

The men look over to the temple and begin to move closer to the entrance. You follow after them, dropping your basket and letting the flowers scatter into the dirt in your haste.

“No men shall enter, unless you want to face the wrath of the goddess herself,” you yell from behind them. The men laugh. You find the courage to pull at the leader’s armour to cease his advancing. “You will be cursed if you go in there, sir!”

Taehyung’s eyes go wide as he hides underneath the blanket you’ve covered him in. He removes his hand from the temple’s wall, and brings his knees up and off the floor, trying to touch as little as possible of his surroundings.

The men scoff at your words, the leader shoves you away but does not advance any closer. You’ve taken up enough of their time, and they need to find this criminal before The Queen bestows her own kind of punishment upon them.

“Be careful, girl. There is a dangerous man fleeing prosecution, pray to your Goddess we find him before you do.” You find their warning quite ironic as you watch the leader kick your basket. You assume in an attempt to be intimidating, but in your opinion it makes him look more like a petulant child, your brow ticks in annoyance.

Only when they are completely out of your sight do you let go of the breath you were holding. You run into the temple, crashing into the stranger as he runs out.

“I’m sorry!” He exclaims, his hands grabbing onto you to keep you from falling. Electricity zips through you as you both break away stunned. You rub at your arms to take away your goosebumps. The stranger lowers the hand that clutched at his chest, his wide eyes looking at you in question.

“Is it true? A curse is the last thing I need right now!” he laments. You giggle. The soldiers called this man dangerous?

“The rules say no man is to enter, yes.” His horrified expression makes you laugh even more. “But...they are more like guidelines,” you assure him. “Enough temple priestesses have brought their fair share of men back and nothing too sinister has happened yet, by the gods.”

It does little to lessen his worry. He looks at you skeptically. “I thought Athena’s priestesses were supposed to stay virginal in honor of the goddess’s protection.”

“Oh,” you offer him a smile, “that is her protection. It is perception that protects us.”

You eye the man, his features are sharp, striking; almost intimidating; but his aura is quite soft. “...protects us from men. In this world there are very few true heroes, I’m afraid most only live inside songs.”

He looks at you in understanding. “My apologies, you had to deal with those soldiers alone. I couldn’t do anything to defend you.” He winces at the thought, “For you to have shielded me instead, I thank you.” He offers you a deep bow and you feel butterflies dance in your chest.

“Can I ask as to why you’re running?”

He looks to the direction he came, unable to meet your eyes. “Ahh, well...I am in poor favor with The Queen.”

Your eyes widen, you’ve heard rumors of her beauty even in the remoteness of your area, and even more of her kingdom’s hedonism. The man in front of you is truly beautiful. He could be one of her lovers, you think, he most definitely looks the part. His robes though now disheveled are of expensive fabric and show off his lean body, and the way he holds himself you can’t imagine him to be a common worker. “So, you and The Queen, I see...”

“Oh! It’s not what you think...I’m a mere poet. I sing to The Queen and her Court, but she suddenly wanted more of me than I am willing to offer. I-I rejected her.”

Your eyes widen again. “That was most unwise.”

He smiles, his eyes cast down. “I can bear the weight of my faults. I plan to leave to another province.”

“You’ll rather leave your home? But it is The Queen!”

“As you can see, there is punishment in denying The Queen of her desires.”

You’re astonished. “I can’t imagine being with her to be so horrible you’d choose to run instead, give up all you’ve acquired?”

“I rather give myself to someone for love.”

You feel your heartbeat quicken at his words, ‘so idealistic.’ You’ve never encountered an individual with such delicate presence, a trait you find most unconventional. A smile pulls at one of the corners of your mouth, “Aphrodite must favor you.”

Taehyung laughs, his eyes softening, “Thank you again, someone must favor me to put you in my path.” His warm dark eyes hold your gaze. “I mustn’t stay too long…”

“Yes, of course! Well then…” You falter in your farewell. He struggles with the decision to leave. Taehyung knows he must, The Queen’s soldiers could come riding through again at any moment, and he doesn’t want to think of the punishment they would bestow upon you if they learned of your lies, so why can’t he seem to let go of your company?

He notices the trampled flowers littered on the ground around you, the colorful petals lay beautiful and ruined, a fate he worries will become yours if he doesn’t make haste. He picks up an unbroken blossom. “Thank you again.” He places the flower in your palms, a warmth spreads over you through your fingertips as you hold your breath in reverence. His thumbs stroke your fingers gently, and then he nods at you one last time and moves to run again. You feel a pressure building in your throat, unready to bid him farewell, and you don’t understand why this man whom you’ve just met is affecting you so. His kindness and his gentleness makes your body yearn to learn more. What can you do, he’s a stranger and not yours to keep, you must let him go.

His flower stays cradled in your hands, you feel your chest tighten more and more with each step he takes that brings another stretch of distance between your bodies. Your limbs itch to move. What should you do? It is what you want to do that makes you so afraid. You silently ask Athena for guidance. It is only when he turns past the treeline and out of sight that you can’t take it any longer.

You run into the temple. You race to your small quarters, and gather anything you deem valuable, not very much. Pushing down the thoughts that tell you you’re acting crazed and without reason, you fasten your belongings to your body. You race out of the temple's entrance and crash once again into a body that jolts your nerve endings with an undeniable energy. You stare into his eyes once more, the man you saved. He looks down at you, eyes wide with surprise but full of mirth.

A horse carries you and Taehyung farther North. You travel in comfortable silence, as your hands rest snugly around his waist. After riding with him for so long, you are no longer shy to hold him, accustomed to being pressed up against his back. You listen to the steady rhythm of horse hooves against the earth. It is peaceful and you find yourself smiling against Taehyung’s back.

The bright lush green landscape turns dark and threatening as the two of you ride past an abandoned village. The wooden wreckage smolders still. You gasp at the sight, so many homes lost. Taehyung taps the horse’s body with his foot to quicken its step.

“Stop!” You yell at Taehyung once you notice a shift amongst the rubble. You jump off before he properly stops his stead, running towards the wreckage to confirm what you thought you had witnessed.

Taehyung runs after you, warning you to be careful. Once you reposition a large plank of wood, you gasp at what you see. There’s a bleeding old woman pinned underneath, still alive. You call for Taehyung’s help, the both of you pulling her as delicately as you can manage from beneath the rubble.

“I can’t believe you’re still alive, it’s a miracle by The Gods.” Taehyung holds the old woman’s hand as you run to the horse to fetch a canteen of water.

“Oh, a miracle yes,” the old woman coughs out, “fate has blessed me after much burden.”

You work to clean her skin of dried blood and ash, offering her water to drink. “What can we do to help?”

“My walking stick, it is most important.” Her eyes stay closed shut in pain, as she gestures to the place you’ve pulled her from. Taehyung rummages around until he pulls an item from the wreckage, an impressive staff decorated with gold markings and a large green gem adorned at its apex.

The old woman offers Taehyung her gratitude, feeling much more at ease she opens her eyes to look at the pair of you. You stare into the old woman’s clouded grey eyes in surprise.

“Thank you child, but hurry, the rain will wash the flames away, but will halt your journey for the day.” Taehyung looks upwards at the old woman’s words, white clouds are traveling across the bright clear blue sky.

You can’t leave the blind woman alone after everything she’s been through. “If it’s going to rain, please let us take you to the next village for shelter.” She nods and walks staff in hand towards Taehyung’s horse.

“Only a bit further, we will make it before it rains,” the old blind woman promises. Sounds of thunder echo faintly in the background. The sun is no longer out, hidden behind dark grey storm clouds. You shiver and rub the exposed skin of your arms for comfort next to Taehyung as the two of you walk next to his horse. He grasps your hand and pulls you closer to him. He radiates warmth. You never know how to react to his kind gestures. You look up at him and meet his gaze, sending him a shy smile. He rubs his thumb on your knuckles, smiling brightly back. If his intentions were to make you warm, he succeeded, your heart feels full.

“This is a farming community. They are a kind people who serve Demeter, the two of you are safe here,” At the old woman’s declarations you and Taehyung look at each other, exchanging unspoken words.

“This is where our paths must diverge. If you continue to follow this road, you’ll find sanctuary for the night, I promise.” Taehyung helps the old blind woman down from his horse. “Thank you again, children. I don’t have anything to offer you in return for your help, but I can give you some words of wisdom.” She smiles kindly at you both.

The old blind woman still holds Taehyung’s hand in hers. She turns his palm upward, her fingers trace the lines of his hand. You watch her curiously. “Ahh, your soul holds so much talent, you’ll find it’s both a blessing and a curse.” You giggle, Taehyung shoots you a look, his lips curving into a half smile. “Ahh, you know of it already. In the future, you’ll have a great choice to make, I can’t choose for you, but as someone who's lived many years and knows how dreadful and gray the world can become, my advice is to choose the path of love.”

“Always,” Taehyung’s eyes cast a look over to you and you feel shy once more under his gaze.

She brings her hand to Taehyung’s face to pat his cheek. “Dear child, too beautiful for your own good. It won’t be easy for you, for either of you, this path before you. Hermes wings have found your heels, you won’t find much rest in this life.” She looks sympathetic as her head turns towards you.

“Much like the universe has brought you to me, I see destiny is not a stranger.” She smiles at you knowingly. You hold your breath as she reaches for your hand, studying your palm alongside Taehyung’s. “Your souls...they have been linked together. I see the red string of fate wrapped tightly around you both.”

You find yourself wanting to believe her. Her words seem heartfelt and true, and you can’t deny her strong aura despite her fragile appearance. You catch Taehyung’s eyes again. Has he been looking at you this entire time? She continues, “This bond you have is quite unbreakable, not even death can cut what tethers you together.” She studies your hand more carefully, “Ahh, peculiar...”

“Do you see something worrisome?” you ask, concerned.

“It is nothing to worry dear, you have much love that surrounds you. Let yourself love. There will be those who will try to keep you apart, but take it from an old old woman, love is a stronger force than even the gods can imagine. It glitters brighter than gold and gives you riches greater than Kings. In the end, you’ll find a way.”

You think of her words all night. You look over to your companion, he sleeps peacefully next to you. Do you love him? Is this love? Is he your destiny? You pray to Athena for answers, but only more questions arise in your mind.

You think to the day you first met him, the memory bringing a smile to your face. You left with him, in the end. It was you who found the courage to ask him to take you with him, on the premise of wanting to see the world while moving to another temple. You expected him to let you down gently, you remember his hesitation still, but instead he had not refused you, and you have been traveling with him ever since. Being with Taehyung filled the holes of loneliness that punctured your existence before meeting. Your world had been small, consisting only within the temple’s walls. Now your world feels infinite, it’s thrilling and terrifying, and at the center of it all is Taehyung, gentle and kind and sincere in his affection.

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You are jostled from your sleep. Taehyung pulls you gently from your bed, his lips placing tender kisses across your forehead as he pulls you to your feet. “I’m sorry, we have to leave again.”

This is not the first time you've had to run, or the second or third. So you pack the things you cannot part with and say goodbye to the rest.

Taehyung, the beautiful poet with a voice that can capture any audience's attention, has always been able to afford you both a roof and a meal. Taehyung’s performances become the talk of whatever acropolis you find yourself in, and his fame grows until his looks and voice catch the attention of someone too important to ignore. Fame is a wonderful thing until it becomes too much, too demanding, and all too quickly can Taehyung’s admirers turn into attackers, vilifying his every action. When that happens he decides to run, and you follow. You worry if it goes on like this you’ll have no more places left to run to.

You liked this place the most, it pangs your heart to lose your home again, but you know your true home is in Taehyung’s arms. You pack as many mementos of this place as you can carry, and hold the rest of your memories close in your heart.

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“Like this,” you pull your bow back and look to the trees ahead where three pheasants sit perched. You choose the biggest bird and aim your arrow. You make sure Taehyung is studying your form and then you let the arrow go. The bird squawks sharply before falling to the ground, and the others scatter to the sky.

“See!” you laugh at Taehyung’s astonished face.

“How are you so much better at this than me?” The poet whines as you hand him back his bow and arrow. You laugh again. You and Taehyung have been learning to survive by yourselves through trial and error, more error than not. You’ve never had to hunt for food before, but you quickly found yourself skilled, and you think it’s quite fun. At least when you’re not starving, stomach already full from fresh berries Taehyung had picked for you to share. He had picked you flowers as well. They sit in your hair in an intricate pattern after you complained to him you couldn’t eat flowers. You slowly remove the arrow bag from around your neck, so as not to ruin the halo he so carefully crafted.

“I caught it, so you cook it,” you tease.

He brings your hand to his lips for a quick kiss. “That, my fair maiden, I can do!”

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It is late and Taehyung has not arrived home. His performance should have been done hours ago. You try not to let your thoughts wander into the dark depths of your worst fears as you settle into a restless unease. Your home is quiet and still, too quiet. You keep your ears focused as you wander around the house.

It goes from quiet to chaos too quickly, you hear shouting in the distance. A hand grabs your mouth before you can scream, you start to kick but strong arms hold you tightly. Taehyung shushes you as he pulls you to the back entrance of your home.

You’re running into the woods with the poet, he pulls you to the ground and holds you beneath him. From the bushes you watch men with swords circle your house. You feel violated as you watch them enter your home. Crashes inside make you flinch in Taehyung's arms. “We’ll go back to fetch our things once they leave,” he shushes you.

The soft warm glow of your house becomes bright, light filling up the night sky as a fire breaks out and the men continue to destroy your home. Taehyung covers your mouth to stifle your cries and holds you close to him, whispering countless apologies. You can only whimper in his arms, your shoulders shake in grief as you watch everything you own go up in flames.

When you first came to this place, you and Taehyung stood out too much for the villagers' liking. You were strangers, you didn’t look like them, and they targeted you constantly for the pettiest of things. But this area was remote so you endured their hateful ways. It didn’t help matters when Taehyung, a much better singer than the locals before him, was offered an audience with the region’s King. Taehyung never made an appearance, letting other singers he befriended attend in his place, hoping to gain some favor with the locals, but it only angered the King. Feeling insulted, he killed the poets. And now, with enemies at both ends, and anger consuming the villagers, Ares wrath scorched your home to the ground.

You’re quiet next to Taehyung. Your feet ache from walking. No horse, no food in days. It’s nightfall and cold, you wear his cloak and shiver still. You walk beside the poet, but he feels oceans away. His usual bright eyes are dull and full of sorrow. You didn’t realize how accustomed you were to his touch until he had stopped. Your body aches to be in his arms, to hold his hand while you walk. You feel loneliness twist around you instead.

It is Taehyung who breaks the silence. He speaks softly, “There is a famous temple of Athena in this city, hopefully we can convince them to let you stay.”

The idea revolts you, pulling at the pit of your stomach. The thought of going back to your old ways, as if it would be a reprieve or something you missed, makes you nauseated.

“No.”

“I thought it would be enough...I-I was naive. I’m truly cursed. I can sing all about love, paint beautiful stories of love’s triumph, but when I cannot give you anything else but my devotion, it’s not enough. I can’t stand to watch you wither away in front of me. You deserve more.”

“The oracle said-”

“What kind of life is this for you?” He stops walking, his voice breaks in his anguish. “I-I’m sorry. I should have never taken you away from safety into this reckless existence. This should have been my burden alone.” Tears fall down his face as he shudders. You reach for him, cup his face in your hands. How can you make him see he’s all you want? He lets you wipe away his tears. You pull his head down to meet yours.

“What kind of life is this? The best life I’ve ever could have wished for. A life full of love. I’d trade everything I have for you.” You brush your lips against his, it stops his tears. His eyes fill with adoration, a blazing intensity that makes your heartbeat quicken.

“Stop this worrying, let’s go.” You grab his hand and pull him along. The silence hangs heavy in the air, the stillness of the night frightens you.

“Sing me a song please.”

“From now on I’ll only sing for you.” Taehyung says his words quietly, but his resolve thunders to the heavens, shaking the course of your lives.

The light of day shines through your open window, it illuminates the thin white fabric pulled over your head and wakes you. The white cloth flitters in the breeze of your bedroom and you catch a peak of the handsome man lying next to you. His dark warm eyes are already open as he watches you stretch your sleepiness away. He lifts his head, pulling the sheet higher, so he can get a better look at you, “Good morning, my beloved.”

Taehyung’s dark hair and tan skin against the glowing white backdrop of your bed sheets makes him look ethereal. You watch him in awe, “Good morning, dear husband.”

Your body feels heavy and rested. Your bare skin is warm against his and the sun heated sheet, the soft fabric pulls over your bodies, everything is so soft and warm.

Taehyung buries his head in your chest, smiling against your skin. “I love you.”

Your fingers play with the curls of his hair. “And I love you.”

Underneath the covers, you create your own little world, away from the responsibilities of your lives, the expectations of the day.

Taehyung runs his lips across your naked chest, kissing, licking, biting all over your body. You giggle at his playful teasing touches. “You’re perfection, so soft and pretty.” He captures your lips in a kiss, moving his mouth against yours slowly as his body rests between your legs. His hands find your waist and pull at your skin as he explores your mouth with his tongue, swallowing your moans.

Your legs wrap around his torso, you can feel him growing against your slick core. Taehyung's fingers find yours and he intertwines them together, pulling your arms above your head. He nibbles on the sensitive skin below your jaw.

“You smell so good,” he moans, “you taste so good.” His low baritone voice sends shivers down your body. You whimper, breathless from his caresses. He thrusts in slowly, rolling his body into you, slow and steady until you’re both feverish from mounting pleasure. “What do you want, my love?”

“Just you, please, I want all of you.”

He rolls you over so your body is on top of him. “You have me forever. Now show me how much you want me.” Your playful lover bites his lower lip, pulling on your hips to make you move against him. Your body moves up and down his length, Taehyung’s moans and devastating lustful looks spur you on to please him.

You roll your hips faster, so close to release. Taehyung notices your frenzied state and grabs your hips to hold you still, thrusting up into you instead. His hard length fills you up so deliciously. His grip on you is searing yet soft, you focus on his body below you, his tight muscles and golden skin. “I-I’m close.”

“Touch yourself for me.”

The room fills with sinful noises as your bodies converge again and again and you cry out in euphoria. Taehyung stills inside you as you reach your high, mesmerized by the way your body twist in pleasure in his arms.

Taehyung lays your trembling body down against the soft sheets of your bed, grinding his hips into you as you continue to pulse around him. “Eyes open, look at me my love.”

You struggle with his command, but hold his gaze as best you can, his physique shines with sweat and his hungry eyes roam over your spent body, the erotic way he looks at you ignites the desire in between your legs once again.

He’s so close to release. Taehyung quickens his pace, making you tighten around him, senses overloaded. You moan, encouraging him to keep going.

“You’ll let me fill you up? Have my baby?” His long fingers find your sensitive nub, applying pressure and making you cry out.

“Y-yes!” You can only feel blinding pleasure as Taehyung thrusts into you deeper.

“How beautiful you’ll be, glowing and pregnant with my baby growing inside of you.” He groans. Your stomach tightens as his cock swells, pressure filling you before you feel yourself snapping again. Taehyung’s own release following, your tightness too much for him to handle.

You hold him close to you as you both work to steady your breathing, “We have to start baking soon,” you softly remind him, “before the market opens.”

Taehyung cuddles closer to you, “It’s okay, they’ll wait for my bread, it is the best in the city.” He grins, kneading at your breasts with his large hands. You laugh, relaxing into his embrace.

“Okay okay, we’ll stay a bit longer.”

Your children gather around you in prayer. You take in a ragged breath. Your bedridden aging body feels heavy. Soft light begins to cloud the edges of your vision as you listen to the wistful voices of your sons and daughters shower you with love. Taehyung's fingers brush against your wrinkled digits.

“My beautiful wife, how I missed you.”

You call out his name. Your eldest daughter soothes you, brushing her hand over your forehead. You thought you would be afraid once teetering on the edge of your own mortality, but with him here, holding you again, fear is unable to reach you. You’re already so full of love.

Taehyung comes into your focus, still beautiful in his old age, still the gentle man you love, he places a feather light kiss on your temple. Relief washes through you, the currents pull the burdens on your soul away, and you feel light, floating between worlds.

“I’ve waited for you,” Taehyung’s deep voice fills your mind, “Are you ready to travel with me again?” You know your answer, innate as the love you felt when you first met him.

You take one final breath, letting go and following Taehyung again.

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Your eyes flutter open. You’re lying face down on the hotel bed. As your eyes begin to focus, you are met with the singer’s face next to yours. Taehyung is lying on his back next to you, grinning from ear to ear, your fingers are still interlocked by your heads.

“What happened?” you whisper.

“I don’t know, I think we passed out, I woke up right before you opened your eyes.”

He looks at you, still beaming, a boxy smile plastered on his face. You try not to smile back. He shouldn’t be this happy!

“That wasn’t bad. You made it sound bad.” he pouts.

You hum, looking at your still intertwined fingers. You study the smooth skin of your hands, the wrinkles and veins you’d seen now only a fleeting memory. You feel tired.

Taehyung feels like he’s just woken up from a long dream. Memories of last night feel far away, more distant than memories presumably lived centuries ago. He focuses on the only constant, you.

“Do you regret it?”

You let out a deep exhale, you move your hand to trace his cheek, his nose, his eyebrow; he watches you quietly. You flick him on the forehead.

Taehyung yelps, looking quite betrayed by your actions. You smile, and his expression switches easily back to happiness. “It’s okay, you don’t have to admit I’m right,” he teases.

You let out a huff, “Doesn’t it bother you? It should bother you! Why is this happening...it’s exhausting...”

Taehyung wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to his body. “I don’t care why,” he mumbles into your hair. Your breath catches in your throat as he cuddles closer to you.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Your heart pounds. You try to stay calm. “No,” you whisper.

His arms tighten around your frame. His warmth envelopes you, it feels like there’s fire inside you, burning down all your apprehensions.

“So this is how it feels. I thought I understood Jungkook. But this is....” you feel his body vibrate as he laughs to himself. “It’s not something you can put into words, right? I understand what he means, about not wanting to let you go.”

Closing your eyes you can picture yourself being in a different place, a different land, another time, you let yourself relax into Taehyung’s embrace. You can feel his hands caress your body, his long fingers travel to the back of your neck and down your spine and the curve of your back.

“I know I’ve never hugged you, but it feels like I’ve done this a hundred times before. Like you belong with me.” His voice is low in your ears. You try to ignore how you feel, how true his words are, but you can't.

“Right? At least admit that to me, y/n.” He whispers. His fingers dig into your skin as he pulls you even closer.

“Hm?”

“You belong with me.”

“I-” A knock on your door makes you break away from him. Taehyung flops on his back, sighing. You open the door to the youngest and oldest members smiling at you.

“Good morning!” You internally wince at your unusually high voice. Jungkook looks over your shoulder, noticing movement inside your room. He sees Taehyung sitting cross legged on your bed, leaning back on his palms with a grin on his face. Jungkook’s doe eyes go wide as his head turns slowly over to the eldest, who then mirrors his expression. Their surprised faces would be comical to you if you didn’t feel responsible for their reactions.

Everyone’s silence is making your stomach twist into knots. You clear your throat. “I touched his hand, if that’s what you’re wondering.” Unable to meet their eyes, you feel the need to add, “That’s all that happened. So...okay, let’s go!”

---

Everyone is sitting in the penthouse, around the coffee table filled with plates piled high with different breakfast foods. Some are sitting on the floor, some on the couch with plates in their laps. Jin ushers you next to an open spot next to J-Hope and sits on your other side. Taehyung and Jungkook have been quietly talking behind you and find seats in the empty gaps.

“The food here is really good,” Hoseok says in between bites as Jin serves you a plate. He smiles brightly at you. Hoseok wishes he wasn't so apprehensive with you. He aches to get to know you, learn all your quirks, learn about your childhood and what makes you happy so he can shower you with more of it; and what makes you sad so he can make sure you never experience it again. But he's too scared, Hoseok feels too much guilt.

His hair is messy and sticking up in weird angles, you resist the urge to fix it. ‘Just keep your hands to yourself, y/n. He’s not your friend,’ you chant in your head. You look around at the men, cozy and warm in their group. You realize how much of an outsider you are.

“Here,” Jin places a triangle of sweet toast on your already overflowing plate. You eat quietly while the members talk to themselves and check their phones. It feels nice, like a big family dinner on the holidays. You watch Hoseok take a selfie with his phone, a minute later you feel your phone vibrate with a notification.

“You posted to twitter just now?” Hoseok notices the panic in your voice as you magnify the picture to make sure there’s no item or reflection that might incriminate you.

“Err yes, why?” he scoots closer to you to see what you’re doing.

“I just-didn’t think it was that easy.” You scroll quickly through your timeline now that you’ve made sure you’re safe, Jin and Hoseok both moving in your space to stare at your phone much to your dismay and you think it’s time to put it away after the third photo of Namjoon’s toned arms pop up on your feed.

After stuffing yourselves full, the time has come to address the elephant in the room. The members take turns reliving the moments of last night, and in Taehyung’s case this morning, explaining everything so the group could all remain on the same page.

Namjoon should have been upset, once Taehyung shocked the rest of the group by speaking, but being in the same predicament himself, he was not surprised to learn Taehyung sought you out, he had barely slept toying with the idea himself.

You don’t talk much, just confirm certain details. You noticed how the men glossed over the most tragic parts of your visions, and you don’t care to interject. You learned new things as well...

Jimin finding his way back to your farm, only to find it destroyed and you gone, and unable to live with himself after that. You can’t meet each other's eyes when you tell him your own version of events.

Jin wanted to propose, he had picked out a ring, a bright blue gem like the ocean.

Taehyung had convinced you he stopped singing as a bard because he grew to hate it, but he confessed, to your suspicion, that wasn’t the case at all. He promised you he never once regretted his decision.

Hoseok took the job as a DJ because when you were younger you were obsessed with your local station, swooning over the DJ's voice and always calling in to win contests for you and Hoseok. He always had an affinity for music, but mostly he did it for you, to impress you.

Yoongi almost didn’t admit he had never really left your side, how he never stopped protecting you. That had shocked you the most. Your heart screams to comfort him, to comfort all of them.

Jungkook excitedly tells you everything he had planned for your escape, he used his life’s savings to find you and him a new home far away. He tells you how if you both had succeeded you would have been so happy with him.

It felt weird. All these lives inside you itching to burst through, you didn’t feel like yourself anymore. You meet the idol’s eyes sitting next to you, and when he looks at you so tenderly, you wonder who he really sees.

“Yoongi’s life was the coolest.” The quiet rapper keeps his head down, only nodding in acknowledgement at Jimin’s comment.

“Well I liked mine,” Taehyung declares. “Which one was your favorite, y/n?”

“I’m not answering that,” you mutter, growing hot under the sudden attention.

“Hmm I don’t see a connection.” Namjoon hums. “Apart from y/n.”

“Should there be one?”

“I’m assuming nothing strange like this has ever happened to you before?” Namjoon turns to you. You shake your head. “Have you ever had dreams, um, of us?”

“No! I mean-what? No.” You pull the neck of Jungkook’s hoodie over your mouth to hide your embarrassment, with no intention on admitting anything. What does dreaming have to do with this?

Namjoon stays silent in thought. Should he tell the group now?

“I should probably go now.” It’s no longer morning after talking for so long. You have a life to go back to; chores, work. You hope being back in your home will make you feel more like the old you, before everything you thought you knew was turned upside down.

Jungkook stands up, “Why!”

“I have work in the morning? Not everyone is a famous world class musician,” You try to keep your tone light, but you’re bothered.

His lips press into a tight line. “I know, just…”

You have responsibilities, a job to go to tomorrow, you don’t want to entertain the wild fantasies arising in your mind at the way he looks at you so pleadingly to stay. “I can’t stay here all day.” You stand up as well, the members’ eyes dart back and forth between you and Jungkook, like they were watching fighters in a match.

“I don’t want you to leave.” Jungkook blurts out.

You close your eyes and rub at your temples. It’s becoming too hard, to keep pushing these feelings away, you cannot allow yourself to feel things for these men. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. What do you want from me?”

Jungkook speaks louder, “Do you not want to be with me?”

“I’m-that’s not-it’s not that simple. You don’t even know me! Do you want to be with me-”

“Yes.”

You let out an incredulous laugh and look around the room, but the men look starkly serious. You focus on the youngest again, raising your voice so everyone can hear you clearly. “I’m a nobody. You don’t know me. Name one thing you know about me other than my name...name my favorite color! If you can name my favorite color I’ll sta-”

Jungkook names your favorite color. His eyes piercing through you. Your breath catches in your throat.

‘How did he-wait...was it her favorite color too?’ Tears well up in your eyes. “...I’m not her.”

Jungkook winces at your words, “You’re right, I don’t know who you are right now. But you are...I know you are...the woman I fell in love with. What are you so afraid of?”

You look down at the ground to your feet. You can only shake your head at him and keep your mouth shut so you don’t start crying in front of them. You feel a hand wrap around yours and you already know who it is. You yank your hand away. If Yoongi is hurt, he doesn’t show it to you.

“I’m sorry, I know my life is difficult, that I’m a ‘famous musician,’ but isn’t it better than a poor stable worker? Can’t you see how meeting you again, this might be, maybe...fate?”

A pained laugh escapes your throat, letting go of the pressure you built up in your forced silence. “Oh my god. This is not happening.” Yes, maybe you can finally admit what happened was real, but what does that change? It’s not like you can run away with him in this life either, the entire world recognizes him now.

Your hands hold your head, your nails dig into your skin to concentrate on anything other than Jungkook’s continuing pleas. It’s just laughable to think this idol is begging you to stay with him. A sick thought invades your mind that maybe you’re doomed to repeat your transgressions. The memory of his bleeding body flashes in your mind, you’re not meant to be with them, how could you be? They’re the most famous singers in the world, yeah, you are afraid.

Jimin tries to calm down the youngest, “Kookie, you can’t force her to stay here…”

Jungkook is beside himself. He feels you slipping through his fingers again, away from him and even if it’s different now, it feels too sickeningly similar.

“Hyung please, you’ve been with non-idols, please talk to her...please!” Jungkook is crying, begging Jin.

A strangled sob escapes your throat at his cries. Hoseok rushes over to you, but you scramble away from his touch. You know you’ll break the second you let him comfort you.

Jin’s heart is breaking; for Jungkook, for you, for himself. He doesn’t know what to say, he’s just afraid as Jungkook of letting you go. Finally Namjoon decides to take control of the situation, the only one with a clear head. “Everyone leave. Now. Y/n deserves her space, and we still have four more days left in this city. Alright go!” The boys pull each other away, holding onto each other for strength, trusting their leader.

Yoongi pats a crying Jungkook on the back, “It’s okay, Joon will convince her.”

---

Your eyes hurt from crying, puffy and dark. You feel pathetic. Your head is pounding, you lean against the car window as you watch the blur of the city go past.

“Here.” Namjoon sits across from you, leaving the middle seat open. He hands you a cell phone.

You hold the sleek new model in your hand, “What is this?”

“It’s a hand phone,” the idol says teasingly.

You can’t help but let out a small laugh. “What is this for?”

“For you, to contact us.” Namjoon shrugs, “If you want to.” You sit in silence as his driver takes you home.

“You haven’t asked to touch my hand. Do you not want to?” You ask, sneaking a glance at the rapper.

“Of course I want to,” he speaks softly. “It’s all I’ve thought about since I saw you. But you’ve gone through a lot. I’ll let you decide if it’s something you want to do, and when you’re ready I’ll be here.”

You bite your lip. “For four more days.”

Namjoon smiles, his dimples on display. “Yes, I’m guessing you didn’t get tickets for the next city?”

“No, I wish. Those fanmeet tickets weren’t exactly cheap.”

Namjoon chuckles softly, “Ahh sorry.”

“Well, I did get a free breakfast with BTS, lucky me,” you hum. He nods, his eyes cast down. You hope he didn’t catch any bitterness in your tone, under any circumstance you would be dying of happiness.

You let the silence envelope you again, as you start to recognize the streets, you’re getting closer to home and to being left alone. You sigh, running your hands over your face, “Oh god, this is a mess.”

“I don’t think it is. I think there’s a reason for everything. And I think there’s a reason why this happened to you. To all of us.”

“What could that reason be?” You ask him genuinely, maybe the genius idol sees something you don’t.

“I don’t know. I do know it’s lonely being an idol. It’s hard to love, to find someone to love you and not break under the constant pressure.”

“I don’t know if I can be that person.”

“Well to me, it sounds like you’ve already been that person.” You want to scoff, but the sincere look in his eyes makes you stop. The GPS signals your arrival home.

The air is heavy as you gather up the strength to leave, “I will message you later, I promise. Just give me some time.”

You watch the expensive van leave your entrance. You couldn’t see through the dark tinted windows, but you had a feeling the idol was watching you, so you held yourself together and waved goodbye.

---

You know you should have just gone inside your home, but you had something to do first, it was driving you mad not knowing. So now you stand in front of a door that’s not your own still in clothes that are not your own. You send a text of your arrival and knock.

“Hi!” You pretend you aren’t exhausted, “I just have to try something-”

He looks at you dumbfounded as you grab his hand and start shaking it. Nothing. ‘Of course, just wonderful.’ You switch to two hands, shaking more forcefully.

“What’s going on...” his voice is shaky from the intense movements of your greeting. ‘Why is nothing happening, why is it only them, Ugh, why!’

“Earth to y/n...” why why why why.

He grabs your arms to stop your movements “Hey, are you okay? You never responded to my calls, I was worried.”

“I’m sorry,” you look into his concerned eyes. It feels like eons ago, whatever budding feelings you had for him. Why.

“Do you want to come in?”

“No, I better go.”

“You came all the way over here and you don’t want to tell me how last night went? You meet BTS and now you’re acting all crazy! You didn’t decide to leave me for one of them, did you?” your friend jokes.

“Ah ha aha…”

He raises his eyebrow at you. “I have work tomorrow...I just wanted to see you.” It’s the truth, you’re not lying. “I’m sorry for not responding last night. I’ll see you later?”

He gives you a kiss goodbye. ‘Oh no.’ It all feels so wrong.

---

The first day, you send Jungkook an apology. He sends you a ton of voice memos and selfies, just happy to talk to you again. You respond with light replies, trying not to dig your hole any deeper.

The second day, that night you break down. You send all the boys a simple “hi”. Yoongi, Jin, Taehyung, Jungkook, and Namjoon all respond. They send messages about their day. Jin sends you a picture of his food. Yoongi says he misses you. Against your better judgement you tell him you miss him too. Suspiciously, after your reply Jungkook and Taehyung message that they miss you seconds apart from one another. You tell them you miss them too, when Taehyung says he wants to see you, you’re too scared to respond.

The third day you stay busy with work. Hoseok sends you a picture of the sunset, his first message to you, nothing else. You wait until the night comes and send a picture of the moon from your window, and ‘Goodnight. Sweet dreams.’

The fourth day the pressure becomes too much. You hover over the call button all day but you can’t do it. By dinner time, you get a call from Jungkook. You try to swallow down the tears you’ve cried all day and sound cheerful when you answer.

“I just wanted to call before we get on the plane,” he says.

‘It’s too late. No.’ you think. “I’m sorry, tell Namjoon I’m so sorry. I should have seen him before you all left, I should have...”

“Don’t worry y/n. No one blames you.”

“That doesn’t mean what I did was okay. I wanted to see you all again.”

“You did?” The way his voice becomes more cheerful tugs at your heart. “You can make it up to us by talking more. Can I video chat with you later?”

“Okay.”

“Okay, got to go...Bye Beautiful.” He sounds like he’s in a much better mood, you can hear the teasing lilt to his words.

Weeks go by. You keep your promise. It’s easier communicating through the screen of your phone. You can imagine them to be online friends, people who are not famous. Some conversations stay light, some become deeper. They pry information from your life, learning more and more about you, and you feel yourself getting attached to their morning greetings and late night calls. Meanwhile, with family and friends you try to act like everything is normal, keeping this weird new world hidden, but you’re still constantly haunted by your memories with them. Your past lives play through your mind all day long and replace your dreams. Everything else felt so wrong now, so not you anymore, so gray. You feel like a bad friend, a bad daughter, a cheater.

---

Namjoon wakes up, groaning, his body still heavy from sleep. He quickly changes into a pair of slacks and a button down shirt. He chooses a forest green vest to wear, like the plants in his room. He runs pomade in his hair before heading downstairs to get ready for the morning.

He unlocks the door to his bookstore, before he can turn around the door opens with a loud ding. You walk in and make a beeline to the center table. Namjoon laughs, “Back so soon?”

“Of course, I’m so bored! My crops won’t be harvestable for another couple of months. Any other recommendations? I loved your last one.” You smile brightly at the bookstore owner, he’s always so kind to you and doesn’t make you feel like an outsider when you visit. If you could, you would spend all day in his store, talking about the latest novels and picking each other's brains. “Before I forget! For you...” You hand him two jars of homemade jam.

You're his favorite customer. And if Namjoon is being honest, he has a crush on you. He pulls a book from high above a shelf, a pristine copy. “This one, it should keep you busy.” Your eyes sparkle as you take in the large leather bound novel, gold letters adorning it’s spine. “How much?”

“Don’t worry, this one time I’ll take jam as payment.”

“No, that was a present,” you pout.

“Well, then this is a present for you.”

“Sir, if you don’t let me pay, I will throw a fit! I need you to stay in business.” It’s always like this with him, you’ll be damned if he doesn’t let you show him how much you appreciate him.

Namjoon laughs, “Alright alright. Then promise me you’ll come visit as soon as you finish.”

You nod, holding your new purchase close to your heart. He watches you leave, his eyes lingering on your body. You hold onto his book like a prized trophy. It’s another thing he loves about you, the way you treat things with so much care. His eyes still linger on you as you stand outside his shop. He sees a stranger run into you, you stumble back and almost fall, he rushes to the door to help you but stops in his tracks as the man's face comes into focus. “Jimin?”

Namjoon wakes up startled. He runs his hands through his hair, disturbed at what he saw. He’s covered in sweat, inside the cold room of his bedroom. Every night he’s had dreams of you, but this one was different. Should he go talk to someone about it? Who would believe him? He feels like every day he’s slowly getting closer to losing his mind. Today is going to be a long day full of press junkets. He rubs at his eyes trying to forget what he saw, what he felt.

---

Today you decide to call Namjoon. Usually, you’ll wait until one of the members decides to call you, but you had to talk to him before you lost your nerve. He picks up on the second ring. “Hey, I can’t talk for that long, is everything okay?” you can hear how busy it is in the background.

“No it’s my fault! I’m sorry, I’m an idiot, of course you would be busy. Call me when you’re free.”

“No! I have some time, we can talk.” You hear him shuffling to a quieter location.

Are you going to regret this? You take a deep breath. “I want to see you again. I-I don’t want to forget about what happened and go back to my life like everything is normal when it's not. You were right. I’m sorry...I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it.” You wait for Namjoon’s response, the silence fills you with anxiety. You would completely understand if he brushes you off now.

“I’ll figure something out. Okay y/n?”

“Okay.”

“I’ll see you soon.”

“See you.”

That night Namjoon sends you a series of text messages with instructions. Your eyes go wide over the new information. You look around your home, you know you should feel some sadness, but only excitement bubbles inside you. ‘I guess this is it.’ How are you going to explain this to your family and friends, to your boyfriend? A special internship in South Korea, you guess is how you’ll start.

---Three Months Later---

Namjoon splashes cold water on his face, he looks up into his bathroom mirror and blinks at his reflection. Namjoon’s eyes are not his.

Namjoon wakes up yelling. He falls back into bed, catching his breath. He checks the time. You should be on the plane right now. The idol rapper has always appreciated the wealth he’s accumulated over the years, but he feels especially grateful in this moment, now that he has found himself in a position of power large enough to secure you with a translation job within his own company.

---

A man holds a sign with your name on it. You walk towards him, your suitcase ticking on the airport concrete as it rolls on the ground behind you. You spent the last three months preparing for this, studying over language books every night and saying goodbye to family and friends. Your parents didn’t understand your sudden change of career, but you promised them the pay was better and it wouldn’t be forever. Your boyfriend was not so understanding, especially when you wouldn’t give him any details as to why you’re leaving the county. You and him weren’t even that serious to begin with but the breakup was messy.

You followed the driver’s instructions once he dropped you off in front of a very posh looking complex, entering key codes, up the elevator, down the hall, until you stood in front of the correct numbered door. You use the key he gave you to unlock the large door and walk into a massive apartment. Every member is already inside, waiting for you. You feel relief wash over you, you can’t help but smile at the group. They cheer at your arrival, you notice balloons and a makeshift welcome sign. The mood is definitely much more relaxed from the last time you all gathered together.

“Is this your place?” You ask as Jungkook takes your suitcase.

“No, this is your apartment.”

Your eyes go wide, “This is way too big!”

Taehyung jumps up and gives you a hug. The months you talked made you feel much more comfortable around them, but you still weren’t prepared for the rush of emotions that filled you once in his embrace again.

“It’s the smallest unit in this building,” Yoongi lets you know.

“And I’m guessing I can’t go to another building.”

“Our dorm is in this one,” The youngest member explains.

“How…” You take a deep breath, eyeing Jungkook up and down, “...convenient.” You take a seat with them on the ridiculously huge couch, next to Yoongi and Jin.

You sigh, stretching your sore jet lagged muscles. “Need to go to the bathroom?” Yoongi whispers at you teasingly.

You snort, his words taking you out of your worries. “Funny,” you mutter.

The eldest helps you fill out a stack of forms for your employment while the rest set plates of takeout on the living room table. You eat your first meal in Korea together. Sitting together, laughing together, you feel better than you have in months. It’s that feeling you get when you’ve finally completed a puzzle, placing the last piece in its place. You feel complete.

Taehyung’s words pull you from your thoughts.

“So y/n, when are you gonna hold Joon’s hand?”

“Oh, um…”

“You came all the way to Korea for him, right!” Taehyung teases.

“She doesn’t have to...” Namjoon murmurs.

“Oh c’mon! You can’t tell me you haven’t been going crazy waiting!”

“Yeah, I agree with Tae!” Jimin laughs.

“Do it!” Jungkook cheers.

“Do it! Do it! Do it!” The youngest members are chanting at the pair of you. You feel the heat rise in your face. You had planned on it, you wanted to find a way to get Namjoon alone, but now with all the attention on you, you feel apprehensive. You look over to Namjoon who looks equally as embarrassed. ‘I don’t want to do this,’ the thought screams in your head.

It has been months, Namjoon has waited for this moment. Now that he’s being put on the spot, he’s apprehensive. Ever since his bandmates touched you, they have acted differently, it might not be noticeable to anyone around them, but Namjoon noticed. Would he change too? Before he can yell at his bandmates, you stand up and walk over to his seat. “They aren’t going to stop,” You whisper, holding out your hand. He sighs and stands up.

“So?” Jin asks when he notices the lack of reaction from both of you as you grip each other's hands.

“Um, nothing is happening.” You stare at the rapper, but his attention is on the place where your hands meet, brows furrowed in disbelief.

“This doesn’t make sense..” He starts shaking your hand up and down as if that might help, it reminds you of the night he dropped you off, and you know exactly how he feels.

“Maybe it’s because I’m jet lagged or something? We could try again later...” you try to soothe the rapper but you can tell he is growing more and more upset with each passing moment, and your arm feels like it's going to dislodge from your shoulder the more he shakes.

The members have all gone silent.

“Maybe you don’t have a past life together?” Hoseok places his hand on Namjoon’s shoulder to stop his movements. No one expected this.

“No, that’s not-we have to-I know it!” Namjoon tries to stay calm but his voice is full of panic.

“Maybe it had something to do with that time, the planets aligning or something?” Jimin says. Is this your fault? Because you were too scared. What have you done? You’re rethinking everything now, you shouldn’t have come here.

“No.” Namjoon is right, he knows it, “that’s not it...” It doesn’t make sense, he knows there’s a connection between you and him. He lets the confession tumble out of his mouth before he can properly think. “Your name, I knew it! How would I know your name?”

You look at him confused, “What do you mean?”

Namjoon bites his tongue. He lets go of you. He blinks his eyes to get rid of tears threatening to spill. The mood is gone and everyone is silent. You feel horrible. Somehow this is your fault, you know it.

“Joon...” The eldest member calls out to him.

“I-I need some air.” Namjoon breaks away from the group.

“Wait!”

---

OOOOooo you had a whole ass boyfriend and you went and tongued Yoongi, scandalous. Looks like poor Joonie got the spiritual cockblock. Should I explain myself lol or do you like drawing your own conclusions?

Oh! Fun fact, the two sentences were this: Your eyes flutter open, you’re lying face down on the hotel bed. Taehyung is lying on his back next to you, grinning from ear to ear, your fingers are still interlocked by your heads. That’s what I had to go on T_T hah. Anyways let me know what you think <3

#bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts angst #bts fantasy au #bts soulmate au #bts historical au #bts smut #taehyung smut #taehyung x reader #ot7 x reader #reader x ot7 #taehyung fanfiction #taehyung fanfic #taehyung angst #taehyung fluff

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papcrhouses · 4 years ago

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royal au post

so i’m putting here all i can REMEMBER from the last time we did this. the biggest connections also, so if here’s something that we had the last time but you don’t want happening this time or vice versa, message me and we can plot!!

Annabel Powell, princess of Iceland

had a crush on Danny if I remember correctly, they were good friends but he didn’t feel the same way about her

that’s all I remember for her, I’d really love something more for her!

Athena Carter, she was a helper somewhere, helped Adrian?

engaged to Mason so she got a lot of liberties and was going to move to his kingdom I think???

Charlotte Barham, princess of ....Italy??? Can’t remember

she might have had an affair with her maiden or whatever that’s called? Lizzo fc played by Fae I think? But she’s not here anymore so I’d love something new to her as well

Levi Winslow, heir to the throne of... New Zealand???? so prince

engaged to Soraya and so in love

had kind of a thing going on with Mackenzie but he ended it

Wesley Higgins, I can’t remember at all what he was. Prince of Scotland? Idk I can’t remember anything from him.

Natalie Castillo, was she Zara’s lady? Probably not but I remember Nadine played the girl.

she had a “thing” with Fae’s guy (Why can’t I remember names and places, someone who left though) and got pregnant but lied to him and it was MESSY

I think she was living in Hawaii

Rosalie Harrington, princess of Spain

SHE WAS IN LOVE WITH MARIA!!!

LUKE IS NEW SO HE COULD BE WORKING FOR A KINGDOM. SAME WITH ALANI !

#ooc #royal au

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hetalia-pjo-au-hub · 4 years ago

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Welcome to the APH Percy Jackson AU!

INTRO

Hello! Welcome to the APH PJO AU. We’re the creators, Wonder and Theo, and this is our first time running an au. You may know us from our involvement in the My Heta Academia AU as the muns of ask-hetaaca-nyoprussia and ask-hetaaca-nyogermany, as well as many others. Before we ramble about us, this is what the au is about:

The APH PJO AU is an ask blog based group run by us (Wonder and Theo) that takes place in the Percy Jackson Universe at Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter where the countries are mortal demigods instead.

In this AU, there are endless possibilities for which godly parent your muse has! This means that your muse can’t be a god or a normal human. This also means that your character cannot be the oracle; and only a second muse can be a satyr.

The Hunters of Artemis are available! They are the only characters that can be either demigods or just plain mortal.

Hera, Artemis, and Hestia are not on the table for being godly parents. Hera won’t have relations outside of her marriage, and Artemis and Hestia are maiden goddesses*

*Athena is also a maiden goddess, but her children come out of her head

The Major Gods and Goddesses**

I. Zeus/Jupiter

-Zeus is the god of the sky, lightning and the thunder in Ancient Greek religion and legends, and ruler of all the gods on Mount Olympus. Zeus is the sixth child of Cronos and Rhea, king and queen of the Titans.

II. Hera/Juno

-Hera is the Queen of the Gods and is the wife and sister of Zeus in the Olympian pantheon. She is known for being the Goddess of Marriage & Birth. Despite being the Goddess of Marriage, she was known to be jealous and vengeful towards the many lovers and offspring of her husband Zeus.

III. Poseidon/Neptune

-Poseidon was god of the sea, earthquakes, storms, and horses and is considered one of the most bad-tempered, moody and greedy Olympian gods. He was known to be vengeful when insulted. He is the son of Cronus and Rhea and was swallowed by his father along with Hades, Demeter, Hestia and Hera.

IV. Demeter/Ceres

-Demeter is the goddess of the harvest and presides over grains and the fertility of the earth. Although she was most often referred to as the goddess of the harvest, she was also goddess of sacred law and the cycle of life and death.

V. Ares/Mars

-Ares is the Greek god of war. He is one of the Twelve Olympians, the son of Zeus and Hera. In Greek literature, he often represents the physical or violent and untamed aspect of war and is the personification of sheer brutality, in contrast to his sister, the armored Athena, whose functions as a goddess of intelligence include military strategy and generalship.

VI. Athena/Minerva

-Athena is the Olympian goddess of wisdom and war and the adored patroness of the city of Athens. A virgin deity, she was also – somewhat paradoxically – associated with peace and handicrafts, especially spinning and weaving. Majestic and stern, Athena surpassed everybody in both of her main domains.

VII. Apollo/Apollo

-Apollo is a god in Greek mythology, and one of the Twelve Olympians. He is the son of Zeus and Leto and the twin brother of Artemis. He is the god of healing, medicine, archery, music, poetry and the sun. He is the leader of the Muses. He also is a god of prophecy, and his Oracle at Delphi is very important.

VIII. Artemis/Diana (Hunters of Artemis)

-Artemis was the Greek goddess of hunting, wild nature, and chastity. The daughter of Zeus and sister of Apollo, Artemis was regarded as a patron of girls and young women and a protectress during childbirth

IX. Hephaestus/Vulcan

-Hephaestus was the god of fire, metalworking, stone masonry, forges and the art of sculpture. He was the son of Zeus and Hera and married to Aphrodite by Zeus to prevent a war of the gods fighting for her hand. He was a smithing god, making all of the weapons for Olympus and acting as a blacksmith for the gods.

X. Aphrodite/Venus

-Aphrodite is an ancient Greek goddess associated with love, beauty, pleasure, passion and procreation. She was syncretized with the Roman goddess Venus. Aphrodite's major symbols include myrtles, roses, doves, sparrows, and swans.

XI. Hermes/Mercury

-Hermes is a deity in ancient Greek religion and mythology. Hermes is considered the herald of the gods, as well as the protector of human heralds, travellers, thieves, merchants, and orators. He is able to move quickly and freely between the worlds of the mortal and the divine, aided by his winged sandals. Hermes plays the role of the psychopomp or "soul guide" — a conductor of souls into the afterlife.

XII. Dionysus/Bacchus

-Dionysus was the ancient Greek god of wine, winemaking, grape cultivation, fertility, ritual madness, theater, and religious ecstasy. His Roman name was Bacchus. He may have been worshiped as early as 1500-11000 BCE by Mycenean Greeks.

XIII. Hades/Pluto

-Hades, in the ancient Greek religion and myth, is the god of the dead and the king of the underworld, with which his name became synonymous. Hades was the eldest son of Cronus and Rhea, although the last son that was regurgitated by his father.

XIV. Iris/Iris

-Iris, in Greek mythology, the personification of the rainbow and (in Homer's Iliad, for example) a messenger of the gods. According to the Greek poet Hesiod, she was the daughter of Thaumas and the ocean nymph Electra.

XV. Hypnos/Somnus

-Hypnos, Latin Somnus, Greco-Roman god of sleep. Hypnos was the son of Nyx (Night) and the twin brother of Thanatos (Death).

XVI. Nemesis/Nemesis

-In ancient Greek religion, Nemesis, also called Rhamnousia or Rhamnusia ("the goddess of Rhamnous"), is the goddess who enacts retribution against those who succumb to hubris (arrogance before the gods).

XVII. Nike/Victoria

-Nike, in ancient Greek religion, the goddess of victory, daughter of the giant Pallas and of the infernal River Styx.

XVIII. Hebe/Juventas

-Hebe in ancient Greek religion, is the goddess of youth or the prime of life (Roman equivalent: Juventas). She is the daughter of Zeus and his older sister, Hera.

XIX. Tyche/Fortuna

-Tyche, in Greek religion, the goddess of chance, with whom the Roman Fortuna was later identified; a capricious dispenser of good and ill fortune. The Greek poet Hesiod called her the daughter of the Titan Oceanus and his consort Tethys; other writers attributed her fatherhood to Zeus, the supreme god.

XX. Hecate/Trivia

-Hecate or Hekate is a goddess in ancient Greek religion and mythology, most often shown holding a pair of torches or a key and in later periods depicted in triple form. She is variously associated with crossroads, entrance-ways, night, light, magic, witchcraft, knowledge of herbs and poisonous plants, ghosts, necromancy, and sorcery.

**There are plenty of minor gods, and we are willing to work with muses that are children of the minor gods but please try to stick to the main 20 we have listed

WHAT ARE THE REQUIREMENTS TO BE PART OF THIS AU?

- You must apply according to the application form

-You have to follow the set rules

-You need to be a writer and/or an artist

-You need to have at least one visual reference of your muse. This does not have to be good or in the application, but it does have to be somewhere on the blog.

-You don’t have to be fluent in English, just decent enough to be understandable, as most interactions will he in English.

APPLICATIONS

There will be announcements as to whether or not applications are being accepted. The applications are to be submitted before creating a blog. The application form can be found here.

FAQ

“Can I join even if I’m not that good of an artist/writer/not that popular?” Absolutely! Your skill level and popularity don’t matter, just follow the rules and have fun!

“Can I apply a second time if I wasn’t accepted in the first application phase?” Yes, and we encourage you to do that!

“Is it possible to be part of this au even if I don’t know much/anything about Percy Jackson?” You can join even if you know nothing about the series, just please don’t appropriate the gods.

“Can I have two muses?” Yes, but you can only apply for one at a time, and have to have been part of the au for at least a month before getting a second muse.

“Is Discord needed?” No, but it is recommended as it makes interactions and event planning easier.

“Can I apply even if I know I will not be able to update regularly?” Yes, but update at least once a month. Real life comes first, but if something major comes up, talk to one of the mods. We will try to be understanding.

IMPORTANT NOTE:

It's important to mention that there are people who do follow/work/worship these gods, and that while this is an AU, some Pagan/Wiccan followers may not be too keen on how gods are presented in the PJO series. Please be respectful of their beliefs, and listen if they wish to further educate you. Please make sure that you do your own research into modern practices and interpretations as well, it is one thing to understand ancient practice and mythology, but another to understand modern practice. There are many resources and people online more than willing to help educate, please take advantage of that. And please understand that media portrays the gods and goddesses in ways that are not completely accurate and it is best to be somewhat critical when enjoying media such as PJO, Lore Olympus, Marvel, etc.. Followers of the pantheons should also understand that not everyone knows what you know, and to understand that this is an AU and does not reflect the true beliefs and practices one may come to learn and practice under their own deity work. Please be gentle and kind when correcting or educating those who are not practicing. This AU is not meant to be a completely realistic and accurate interpretation of the pantheon(s) and some wiggle room is acceptable when interpreting. Please only correct and educate if it is a common mistake. Please think critically before you jump in to correct, and remember that not everyone is involved on quite an intimate level of knowledge.

#auinformation #intropost #mod theo #mod wonder

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crackmadhi · 6 years ago

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Underneath it All

Tuesday, 2 January 2029

It was nice being back in the states. Apollo had gotten the possibility to stay here for three weeks and he was enjoying his time off. It was fun being with the Wrights and Athena. Even if he missed Nahyuta and Rayfa quite a bit.

Right now, he sat on the couch, while scrolling through his phone and Athena and Trucy played chess on the kitchen table. The chess set had been a gift from Edgeworth for Trucy and she loved it to the bits. Apollo could not blame her, it was pretty, and custom made. Also, the pieces were blue and red, which were her favourite colours.

“Nooo!”, Athena cried losing the third time in a row.

Widget turned blue and he had to pull himself together to not make a snarky remark. Then suddenly he felt his bracelet tighten. Confused he looked at it and sat up properly. Mr. Wright had entered the room.

He looked gloomy and slowly wandered over to the table. Trucy put the chess board aside and Apollo saw Athena holding her hand over her right ear. So, there was discord in his voice. No news to the lawyer in red, but this was even extreme for him.

“Apollo, would you please come to the table? I need to tell you and Trucy something very important”, the man exclaimed with a voice devoid of emotion.

Apollo got nervous. His bracelet was tightening because Phoenix displayed no ticks whatsoever and he had the impression that Athena could not really identify the emotion’s in his heart as well, since she frowned deeply and made a worried huff.

Suspiciously he got up and sat down in front of Mr. Wright. Apollo felt Trucy next to him getting smaller and exchanged a look with Athena. This was bad.

“Daddy, what is it? What is going on?”, the girl asked worriedly, and he shot the man across the table a testing look.

Apollo was no longer a clueless apprentice, no longer somebody you could take on that easily. He had learnt over the years and his time in Khura’in had taught him to fight with every means he could access. If Phoenix was going to act stupid, Apollo would fight him. That much was sure.

At once Phoenix put on a smile and laid down flyer. Apollo wrinkled his forehead and looked at it. Lamiroir. She would give several concerts in the States. In the next few weeks, even some in LA. What had that to do with anything?

“I’m sorry but I don’t follow? Would you stop being so obscure? Why would you show us this flyer?”, he said to him.

“I was sent three tickets for her next show. I thought you might want to go there with Trucy and Athena…”

“Why won’t you go yourself, and did Lamiroir send you these?”

He nodded simply and lowered his gaze to the table.

“Why are things always so complicated, when it is about that woman? And why do you even talk to her? What kind of connection do you two have? This makes no sense at all, Mr. Wright.”

He tried to open his mouth, but Apollo cut him off right away: “Don’t dare to talk in riddles anymore. Just get us straight answers for once in our life. That would be nice for a change.”

At that Phoenix paused. For a short second a light flickered in his eyes. Then he took a deep breath and put on an old smile. His eyelids were slightly lowered, and the brows lay right above his eyes.

“I should do so much, shouldn’t I?”, the older lawyer chuckled and laid one hand on his knee, while putting the other softly on the table.

“I have failed. In being honest with the two of you, Apollo, Trucy. I’ve known something for a rather long time and did not tell you, because Lamiroir asked me not to tell you.”

He let out a dry laugh and turned to the side. His voice had become hollow.

“At least it is what I told myself long enough. Really, I had no right to keep this from you. You were old and strong enough to know and to understand… … When Lamiroir got her memory back, she called me. What she remembered was… She used to have a very different life. … As the woman of a traveling musician who tragically died in a fire in which she also lost her son. That was in Khura’in.”

Apollo sat straight in his chair. His eyes were open wide, and his left arm was shivering. This could not be happening. This was not how things went. This was not what he wanted to hear.

To his horror Phoenix continued. With empty eyes he looked to his daughter and added: “She went back to where she had been raised. Took back her maiden name and eventually married another under her father’s growing badgering. This time her husband took her name on the stage. … And she remained Thalassa Gramarye until she lost her memory during an accident in their rehearsal.”

The magician’s chair fell to the ground. Her hands were pressed on her mouth as she stood in front of the table and glared at her father with so much anger and disappointment in her posture that Athena wished she could have her headphones back.

Apollo on the other hand was frozen to stone. The shivering had abruptly stopped, and his breathing got slower and slower. His eyes had lost focus and he was staring beyond the walls behind Phoenix.

There were no words to describe what he felt. Betrayal, rage, defeat. He had felt them all. More than once at the same time. But neither of them managed to capture what this was right now. Maybe because nothing really fit.

Maybe because he was just exhausted.

But what had Apollo expected from a man who had him present forged evidence in court at his first trial?

“Why!?!”

Apollo flinched and stared at his sister. The usually so sweet and kind girl had screeched, clenched her hands and hot tears were rolling over her from fury deformed face. Athena was even shivering from the sound of her voice and Phoenix defensive smile suddenly was wiped away from his face.

“Why would you do this”, the girl continued swinging her hands away from her chest and forcing her voice to be as loud and violent as it was possible for her, “after everything?! Why did you have to LIE? You knew this for so long and kept it from us? You kept my own brother from me? I don’t understand this! I - I can’t believe it! It was you and I for seven years, us against everything! No lies, no secrets! You promised me that you would not keep stuff from me! Not like everybody else did! You promised! And- And now this!? Now you let us know that we are siblings and our mother is alive? Now?! Not before you left the country to your almost death trip to Khura’in? Not after I had been KIDNAPPED and Apollo’s best friend had been MURDERED!?”

The air was thick and heavy. For a second everything stopped. The daughter needed an answer and there were so many to give. Too many for Phoenix to formulate at that moment. Especially, since his throat was now dry and his will to defend himself had been long gone.

Slowly, Trucy realized that she was not getting anything from her father and let her arms fall down and her shoulders drop. Her bottom lip wavered, and a small sob escaped her mouth. With angry eyes she turned away, Apollo stood up next to her and laid his hand on her upper back. At least she was not alone.

“I hate you for this.”

Phoenix eyes were closed. He nodded. Apollo shook his head and lead his sister away from the table. He had to get himself and her out of this place. Away from Phoenix.

In complete shock Athena watched Apollo walk away and stared back at Phoenix. The man did nothing to stop them. No fighting, no trying to defend himself. Instead he let his daughter just walk away after she had declared her hater for him. He even nodded.

Athena’s hands tingled, her heart speeded up as her boss looked at her. A loud noise emerged through the room. Apollo had shut the door. Phoenix simply huffed.

“You have all the right to stand up and leave as well, Athena”, the man said with a broken grin.

Athena stayed still. There was too much discord to leave now. She stared to fear for the man’s sanity.

Carefully she watched him lean back in his chair and cross his arms loosely in front of his chest. His face was turned to the side, no muscle moving at all. It looked like this miserably smiling expression was carved into his face.

The noise from his heart became louder and under this growing buzzing Athena’s ears began to ring. Her breath fluttered under the pain but there was no way, she was to leave him now. Not like this.

“You must think I am horrible, and I deserve that… … but would you do me a favour?”

Athena only stared at him.

“Go after them. Not to tell them that they should come back or forgive me. Just… look after them, if you think that’s the right thing to do. They might need somebody like you who’s able to listen and they can trust. They deserve that.”

Athena hesitated. Phoenix wanted her gone. He wanted to be alone. Inside her guts she felt a sting that told her not to leave under any circumstances. That her boss was capable of doing something incredibly stupid right now.

…

But he would not talk to her. And Apollo and Trucy truly could need her help. To them she could talk, and they might actually listen to her advice.

With a heavy heart she swallowed and asked Phoenix: “If I leave, what will you do?”

The muscles on his arms shortly tensed up but relaxed just as fast. He did not meet her gaze as he answered: “I will… …take some time to… …digest this.”

“Mr. Wright”

Her words hang dooming in the air.

“You won’t do something to yourself, will you?”

Phoenix expression changed. A slight tremble run over the man’s lips and his eyes fully opened. Shocked he looked at his employer, as if she had just said something that nobody had ever openly told him.

He gulped, thought about forcing a smile but let it be. Instead he decided that this was a sign. That there were still things to be done and that he still had to stick around. There were people that deserved answers. He would provide them.

So, he raised his voice and told the young woman without a trace of discord in his voice: “I won’t.”

Even though Athena heard his sincerity, she still doubted him. But there was nothing for her to do. It led her to stand up and nod at her boss. He faintly smiled at her gesture and raised from his chair as well. Swiftly he walked around the table and accompanied Athena to the door. There he took a crumpled paper out of his sweatpants’ pocket and handed it to her.

Athena raised her eyebrows in question and shot the man a look. He huffed tiredly and explained: “Thalassa’s in town. It’s her address. If they want, they can go and talk to her. She knows that I’ve told them today and hopes for an answer.”

He laid a hand on Athena’s and let out a deep breath.

“But you don’t have to tell them that. Mention that you have it, if you think it’s right or just give it to them, if they want to meet her. I trust you will do the right thing for them”, he added and reached for her jacket on the clothing rack.

With a slow motion he handed her the garment and she put the small paper in the jacket pocket. A last time Athena shot her boss a worried look. She did not trust him to be on his own, even if it had never been a problem before. But then again, he hadn't lied when he had promised her that he would do nothing to himself, and so Athena let it go and left her boss alone with a brave wave.

She did not turn back to see the proud and grateful look on the elder’s eyes. Which was good for the other, since it would have motivated her to stay with Phoenix. And that was not what the turnabout terror needed right now.

Link to the fanfiction:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17822882/chapters/42051413

#ace attorney #aa #ace attorney fanfiction #apollo justice #trucy wright #phoenix wright #athena cykes #thalassa gramarye #sibling reveal!#post aa6 #it was about time that they find out #this has already 4 chapters #so check it out #i hope you like it #my work

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chuckling-chemist · 6 years ago

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You Know What, It’s My Birthday So I’m Gonna Talk About Fantroll Etymology

Now bear with me, this shit’s gonna refer to a lot of trolls without pages (because they’re sitting in drafts or haven’t bothered making a page yet since there’s no art yet, written or otherwise) so a lot of these bad boys (at least of the ones I remember. Look man, I started making fantrolls over 5 years ago and 3 computers ago, and unfortunately some of the etymologies I managed to forget. I think it’s on a flash drive....that’s at my parent’s house.):

Lyzeki Vernus: Lyzeki is based off the owl Ezylryb from Guardians of Ga’Hoole, who was originally known as Lyze of Kiel. (Ezylryb is Lyze backwards + ryb, which means teacher in universe) Lyzeki is Lyze + “Ki” of Kiel.

Nivell Abbela: Nivell comes from the abbess Gertrude of Nivelles, who, while never officially named a saint, is viewed as a patron saint to sailors. Abbela comes from the word Abbess, or the female leader of a community (abbey) of nuns. (She was based off of a human Catholic OC named Maria, whose own name is because her Catholic parents named all their children after Saints or Angels somewhere in their name)

Valeba Medala: Valeba is basically a corruption of valor...I think, and Medala is a corruption on medal. By corruption I mean “I stuck an a at the end and called it a day.” This is reference to her being a treasure hunter. Medals and treasure are...close enough. I guess.

Aluala Medala: Aluala is a corruption (I think? It’s been a while) of a Hawaiian for the morning sun. Because she’s a light player.

Stikla Medala: Stikla is named directly after the Viking pirate of the same name, who turned to piracy to avoid marriage. Stikla worked with Rusla, otherwise known as the Red Maiden

Elliah Fagane: A corruption on Eleanora Fagan, or more popularly known as Billie Holiday. Elliah is a brownblood inspired by Billie Holiday.

Ektome Altses: Ektome is the phonetic spelling of the spider Lakota trickster god, Iktomi.

Nafasi Altses: Nafasi comes from the Swalhili word for Space. No, he’s not Spacebound anymore. Yes, I’m too attached to the name to change it. Turns out Life fits the Altses line better! (I mean...it still does in the sense that Nafasi likes astronomy, among other things, and their lusus is a reference to the Coyote in Navajo faith who put the stars in the sky by accident...okay yeah it still fits.)

Gadung Galiel: Gadung comes from the Tolkien Gnomish word for spider, a reference to her trapdoor spider lusus. The liel on Galiel is the feminine ending for many Elvish words in Tolkien. The usage of butchered Tolkien specifically is because she’s based around a specific type of (thankfully pretty much nonexistent anymore) Dagorhir player. Dagorhir which is a fantasy foam sport/LARP originally based around Tolkien’s fantasy.

Coraxe Heelio: Coraxe comes from Corvid, a reference to his lusus (and one of the animals associated with Helios/Apollo), and Heelio comes from Helios. You know...Apollo.

Sayida Titwan: Sayida comes from the infamous female pirate Sayyida al Hurra, a Turkish pirate queen in the 16th century. This is also where her last name comes from, as one of her other names was Hakimat Titwan, or governor of Tétouan. She’s also from a Dagorhir fansession and represents Sunhawks.

Icasui Zakees: Icasui comes from Icarus - but like Kid Icarus/Pit, not actually the Greek figure Icarus (it’s why her lusus is a flightless bird) and Zakees comes from the angel Zadkiel, the patron angel of forgiveness. This came back from when I was going to make her a Hope player and thought “hey wouldn’t it be cool to base a Hope player off of an actual angel?”, and have her be aspire for no more than runner/intern-esque role the way actual basic angels are. (Not the big fancy kind). Also because Kid Icarus Uprising makes a few jokes about how Pit’s a glorified intern for Palutena. Just so you know, barely any of this still exists. She’s not even a Hope player. ...Though she does work in a mail room when she’s full time babysitter to an heiress.

Haniel Zakees: Haniel is named for the angel Haniel/Anael, the angel of joy.

Fioria Leccia: Fioria comes from the Italian word for flowers, Fiori, and she draws inspiration for composing through her flowers. (Also her moirail, Ektome, has a natural green thumb).

Pallia Alkali/Azotes: Pallia comes from the element Palladium. I swear to God, I had no idea one of Athena’s names was Pallas Athene and that snakes go with Athena until roughly 4 years after I made her. Alkali, her fake last name, is named after the alkali metals on the periodic table. Azotes, her actual last name, comes from Azote, one of many alchemical names for Nitrogen.

Fospha Azotes: Fospha name derives from the element Phosphorous.

Brylis Azotes: Brylis comes from the element Beryllium. Is Pallia’s whole lineage going to be named after elements? Yep, probably.

Volcor Heftor: Volcor comes from Vulcan and Heftor comes from Hephaestus. Fitting for an engineer who’s had more than a few mishaps fighting.

Fenald Heftor: Fenald comes from a portmanteau of Ferrum, the Latin name for Iron, as well as the ASOUE character Fernald (aka: the Hook-Handed man).

Thysus Bakkae: Thysus comes from Dionysus, and Bakkae comes from Bacchus. Thysus is also from the Dagorhir fansession and is based on the unit Sour Wine.

Gliden Rectus: Gliden comes from the protein group gliaden, which are not only found in gluten, and the one your body can’t break down if you have Celiac Disease. Rectus comes from the Latin word for straight. You know, just like how straight and narrow he is on that gluten free diet. Mmhm....

Charis Zakmos: Charis comes from the Greek figure Charon, or the ferryman of the dead. Zakmos is also based off of Zadkiel. Charis is a purpleblood based off of the Ticketkeeper in The Devil’s Carnival, a figure who is frequently the first one the fallen come across, and certainly one of the more sympathetic carnies to their plight.

Glacin Bebuso: Glacin comes from the Irish plague doctor named Niall Ó Glacáin from the second major outbreak of plague in the late 1500s-early 1600s, who was also a pioneer in pathological anatomy. Shockingly, not from the word glacier. Or the protein Glacin A/B which is found in plants. Or Glacin tablets, which are used for cramps and pains. Bebuso comes from the word bubonic. That’s it.

Dontoc Leiniz: Dontoc is a corruption of the word dolphin, which is his lusus. Leiniz comes from Leibniz, the other founder of Calculus - the one who isn’t Newton that you probably don’t remember. I pronounce it “lay-niz” which sounds kind of like how you pronounce “Les Mis”, and while les miserables might be a good way to describe his early life that’s...pretty accidental tbh.

Inaeis Leiniz: Inaeis comes from the Latin word Inanis, which means void, worthless, or foolish. Google Translate 4 years ago only gave me the first (it’s a Voidbound joke, hey!), but the other two words certainly fit just as much.

Nieche Leiniz: Comes from the philospher Nietzsche.

Haiark Noblet: Haiark’s is based on the Dagorhir unit Uruk-hai (and you can imagine what they named themselves off of.) and seeing those names together you can see where it came from. Noblet is just noble, since Haiark is a violetblood.

Careen Elsker: Careen comes from the term “careening”, or dry docking a ship to clean off the barnacles. It’s a shipping joke. @deadmen--tell--no--tales‘s idea 100% thanks to their obsessive knowledge of ships. Careening, of course, also means to move in a wildly unspecific direction, which...yeah okay that was unintentional but it fits too.

Carica Elsker: Carica comes from the Serbo-Croatian word spelled in English that way and is really pronounced more like “charicha” than with the hard c’s I actually read it with that means Tsarina or Empress.

Mayola Yoscan: Mayola is a portmanteau of the Spanish words el mar and la ola, or the sea and the wave.

Domina Gnomen: Based off Rome from the Dagorhir fansession, Domina is named after Dominus of Rome but feminized, and gnomen comes from the Latin word cognomen, or “last name”. Yes, her name is Dominus Last Name. I’m clever.

#fantroll #fantrolls #i should do some kind of write up on the dagorhir fansession but it's technically not done?#some of them are finished #some don't even have names #like drentha's is just unnamed drentha troll #while blood horde; sour wine and sunhawks are basically complete

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dumbledearme · 6 years ago

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chapter seventeen—weakness of affection

read Child of Land and Sea here

Act III — Deep Blue Sea

Part II — No man is worth the aggravation. That's ancient history. Been there. Done that.

Somehow the Hunters defeated the men in the helicopter. Andy didn't see what happened, nor did she care. He was gone. She wouldn't see him again. Anthony was gone. Forever. But he couldn't be... dead. He couldn't. She hadn't had the chance to tell him, maybe show him, how she felt. Could it be too late? She had to let him know!

The one called Zoë eyed Thalia. "You," she spat.

"Zoë Nightshade," Thalia's voice trembled with anger. "Perfect timing, as usual."

Zoë scanned the rest of them. "Four half-bloods and a satyr, my lady."

"Yes," the youngest girl said. "Some of Chiron's campers, no doubt."

Experiencing a wave of panic, Andy got up and tried to run for the cliff again. Once more Thalia held her back. "Let me go! Thalia! We need to save him!"

The young Huntress turned toward Andy, her eyes filled with pity. "I'm sorry, Andy Jackson, but the son of Athena is beyond our help." Andy's throat made a terrible sound she didn't recognize. "And you are in no condition to be hurling yourself off cliffs."

Andy struggled to push Thalia away. "Who do you think you are to tell me-"

"I am Artemis," she said. "Goddess of the Hunt."

Grover gasped and hurriedly knelt in the snow, stammering: "Lady Artemis, thank you, thank you... You are so... wow!"

"Get up, goat boy," Thalia snapped. "We have other things to worry about."

Andy knelt in the snow beside Grover and put her hands together in prayer. She silently asked her father to save Anthony, if Poseidon was there could he please, please, save Anthony, that was all she was asking for, that he'd be safe and alive and-

Thalia smacked her across the face. "Put yourself together, Jackson. You can't afford to lose it right now." Her voice softened. "We're going to find him, alright?"

Andy tried to swallow but her throat was too dry. Her face burned where Thalia had hit her. But she wasn't angry at her. She wasn't feeling a damn thing but that strange aching in her chest.Was that how a panic attack felt like?

Then Bianca spoke, "Who... who are you people?"

Artemis answered, "It might be a better question to ask who you are. Who are your parents?"

Bianca glanced nervously at Nico. "Our parents are dead," she said. "We're orphans. There's a bank trust that pays for our school, but..." she faltered. "What? I'm telling the truth."

"You are a half-blood," Zoë Nightshade told her. "One of thy parents was mortal. The other was an Olympian."

"Does that mean...?"

"One of the gods," Artemis confirmed.

"Cool!" said Nico.

"No!" Bianca's voice quavered. "This is not cool."

Nico danced around like he needed to use the restroom. "Does Zeus really have lightning bolts that do six hundred damage? Does he get extra movement points for-"

"Nico, shut up!" Bianca put her hands to her face. "This is not your stupid Mythomagic game, okay? There are no gods!"

"Bianca, I know it's hard to believe. But the gods are still around. Trust me. They're immortal. And whenever they have kids with regular humans, kids like us, well... Our lives are dangerous," Thalia explained.

"Dangerous," Bianca repeated. "Like the boy who fell."

Andy held her breath trying not to cry in front of all those people. "Do no despair for the boy," Artemis said as if reading Andy's mind. "I will find the son of Athena."

"Is he alive?" Andy glanced at the goddess.

"He is just gone, child of land and sea. If he had hit the water you would have felt it. Some magic is at work. I do not know exactly how or why, but your friend has vanished."

"What about the manticore?" asked Nico. "It was awesome how you shot him! Is he dead?"

"Hopefully," said Artemis, "he is destroyed. But monsters do not die, young one. They re-form over and over again, and they must be hunted whenever they reappear."

"Or they'll hunt us," Thalia finished.

Bianca shivered. "That explains... Nico, you remember last summer, those guys who tried to attack us in the alley in D.C.?"

"And that bus driver," Nico said. "The one with the ram's horn. I told you that was real!"

"That's why Grover's been watching you," Thalia said. "To keep you safe."

"Grover?" Bianca said. "You're a demigod?"

"Well, a satyr, actually," and he showed her his true feet. Bianca almost fainted.

"You're freaking her out," Thalia said. "Bianca, we came here to help you. You and Nico need training to survive. You need to come to Camp Half-Blood. It's where the half-bloods learn to survive."

"Sweet, let's go!" said Nico.

"Wait," Bianca shook her head. "I don't-"

"There is another option," Zoë said.

"No, there isn't!" Thalia argued.

The two girls glared at each other.

"We've burdened the children enough," announced Artemis. "We will rest here. Raise the tents. Treat the wounded. Bianca, come with me. I'd like to talk to you."

"What about me?" asked Nico.

"Perhaps you can show Grover how to play that card game you enjoy. I'm sure Grover would be happy to entertain you for me."

"You bet!" shouted Grover and he took the boy away.

Everyone went about their business leaving Thalia and Andy alone. "The nerve of those Hunters!" Thalia complained.

Andy nodded. "I'm with you," she sniffed. "I don't trust-"

"Oh, you're with me?" Thalia roared. "This is all your fault! If you had done what I said... What were you thinking going after Thorn by yourself? If we'd stuck together, we could've taken him without these Hunters. Anthony could still be here!"

Andy clenched her fists and stood up. "What did you say to me?" she marched toward Thalia. "You're lecturing me? You've been back for a few days and you think you can boss everyone around because you're what? The daughter of Zeus?"

"I have more experience-"

"In being dead!"

"Listen to me, fishy," Thalia growled. "Whatever happens to Tony, that's on you." She pick Anthony's cap from the snow and threw it at Andy's face. Then she stormed off.

Andy wasn't sure for how long she sat on the snow clutching the Yankees cap against her heart. Eventually, Grover and Nico returned from their walk and Grover fixed Andy's shoulder.

Nico rummaged his pockets for his trading cards. "I've got almost all of them," he told Andy, who ignored him.

"Have you been playing a long time?" Grover made conversation.

"Just this year," the boy said. "Before that..." He knit his eyebrows.

"What?"

"I forgot. That's weird." He looked unsettled, but it didn't last. "Can I see that sword of yours?" Andy handed it to him. "Grover said you're the daughter of Poseidon. And the boy who fell..." he hesitated. "Was he your boyfriend?""

Andy shook her head wishing Nico di Angelo would shut up. Then Zoë Nightshade came get her.

The tent of Artemis was warm and comfortable. Bianca was still there, but she looked better, less scared. Finally it hit Andy how weird it was that the hunters were a bunch of young girls.

"Are you surprised by my age?" the goddess asked, again as if reading her mind.

Her throat was still very dry, so Andy just shrugged.

"I could appear as anything I want, but this is what I prefer. I am patron of young maidens. That is, until they get like you."

"Like me?" Andy asked hoarsely.

"Yes. Smitten, silly, preoccupied, insecure. Before they forget themselves, like you did in that cliff."

Andy tried to ignore the word smitten. "I didn't forget myself. Not for a moment. And that's why-"

"You are so angry because of the boy? It is understandable. My Hunters do not welcome boys. They are usually forbidden to have any contacts with the Hunters. That is why Zoë did not hesitate before shooting."

"Well, she could've asked."

Zoë gave Andy a death stare.

"Things are stirring that I have not hunted in millennia," Artemis murmured. "Prey so old I have nearly forgotten. We came here tonight sensing the manticore, but he was not the one I seek. Bianca tells me he mentioned someone called the General?"

Zoë's face paled at the name.

"Yes," Andy agreed. "And he said soon he'd have the most important monster of all – the one that shall bring the downfall of Olympus."

Artemis shook her head. "I've been too slow to see the signs. I must hunt this monster."

"We'll leave right away," said Zoë.

"No, Zoë. I must do this alone."

"My lady-"

"This task is too dangerous even for the Hunters. You know where I must start my search. You cannot go there with me."

Zoë bowed. "As... as you wish, my lady."

"I will find this creature," Artemis vowed. "And I shall bring it back to Olympus by winter solstice. It will be all the proof I need to convince the Council of the Gods of how much danger we are in."

"You know what the monster is?" Andy asked.

"Let us pray I'm wrong," the young girl said. "Now, I called you here, Andy Jackson, to ask you a favor. I want you to escort my Hunters back to Camp Half-Blood. They can stay there in safety until I return."

"What?" Zoë blurted out. "My lady, we hate that place. The last time we stayed there-"

"I know, Zoë. But I am sure Dionysus will not hold a grudge just because of a little, ah, misunderstanding. It's your right to use Cabin Eight whenever you are in need. Besides, I hear they rebuilt the cabins you burned down," Artemis said. "And now, there is one last decision to be made," she turned to Bianca. "Have you made up your mind, dear?"

Bianca hesitated. "I'm still thinking about it."

"About what?" asked Andy.

"They... they've invited me to join the Hunt."

"What? But you can't! You have to come to camp so Chiron can train you. It's the only way you can-"

"It is not the only way for a girl," Zoë said.

"Bianca..." Andy paused. "What do you get by joining the Hunt?"

"Immortality," Zoë answered for her.

"Are you serious?"

"Zoë's always very serious," Artemis guaranteed. "My Hunters follow me on my adventures. They are my maidservants, my companions, my sisters-in-arms. Once they swear loyalty to me, they are indeed immortal... unless they fall in battle, which is unlikely. Or break their oath."

"What oath?"

"To forswear romantic love forever," Artemis said. "To never grow up, never get married. To be a maiden eternally."

"This is not Neverland, lady!" Andy snarled. "You can't go around offering half-bloods immortality-"

"Not just half-bloods," Zoë interrupted. "Lady Artemis does not discriminate by birth. All who honor the goddess may join. Half-bloods, nymphs, mortals-"

"Which one are you?"

Anger flashed in Zoë's eyes. "That is not thy concern. You wouldn't understand. Your heart has already succumb to the weaknesses of affection. The The point is Bianca may join if she wishes. It is her choice."

"Bianca, this is crazy," Andy turned to her. "What about your brother? He can't be a Hunter."

"Certainly not," Artemis said. "He'll go to camp. That is the best boys can hope to do. But you can see him from time to time. You'll be free, however, of the responsibility. Camp counselors will take care of him. You shall have a new family. Us."

"A new family," Bianca repeated, dreamily. "Free of responsibility."

"You can't do this," Andy pleaded.

Bianca turned to Zoë. "Is it worth it?"

"Yes."

"What do I have to do?"

"Repeat after me," Zoë said. "I pledge myself to the goddess Artemis."

"I... I pledge myself to the goddess Artemis."

"Don't do it, Bianca!"

"I turn my back on the company of men, accept eternal maidenhood, and join the Hunt." Bianca repeated the lines. "Do you accept the pledge, lady Artemis?"

"I accept," Artemis said. Bianca looked no different but assured Andy she felt stronger. "Remember your pledge," Artemis warned her. "It is now your life." Then she turned back to Andy. "I know you don't understand, Andy Jackson. You don't have to. You will still get to show Nico di Angelo your camp. And if he chooses, he may stay there."

Andy gave up. "Fine. How are we getting there?"

Artemis closed her eyes. "Dawn is approaching. I'll summon a ride from my brother."

The Hunters started breaking camp. Bianca took Andy's hand and said, "I'm sorry you don't understand. But I really, truly want this."

It was colder and darker and snowier than ever and Andy stood shivering in the snow, still clutching the Yankees cap. The Hunters didn't seem to feel the cold. Thalia and Grover joined her and she told them about her audience with the goddess.

"The last time the Hunters visited camp, it didn't go well," Grover said.

"And Bianca joined them," Thalia said, disgusted. "It's all Zoë's fault. That suck-up, no good-"

"Who can blame her?" Grover argued. "Eternity with Artemis?" he heaved a big sigh.

Thalia rolled her eyes. Finally the sky began to lighten.

"About time," Artemis muttered. "He's so lazy in the winter." There was a sudden burst of light on the horizon. A blast of warmth. Apollo parked his red convertible and got out smiling. He was handsome – so very handsome –, tall and blonde and good humored.

"Wow," Thalia said, giving life to Andy's thoughts. "Apollo is hot!"

"He's the sun god," Nico said, clueless.

"That's not what she meant," Andy whispered, biting her lip.

"Little sister!" Apollo called. "What is up? You never call. You never write. I was getting worried."

Artemis sighed. "I'm fine, Apollo. And I am not your little sister."

"Hey, I was born first."

"We're twins! How many times do I have to-"

"What is up?" he interrupted. "Got the girls with you, I see," and he blinked at the Hunters who seemed unaffected by his godly good looks.

"I need a favor," Artemis said. "I have some hunting to do, alone. I need you to take my companions to Camp Half-Blood."

Apollo raised his hands in a 'stop everything' gesture. "I feel a haiku coming in." The Hunters groaned. "Green grass breaks through the snow. Artemis pleads for my help. I am so cool." And he grinned waiting for applause.

"That last line was only four syllables," Artemis said.

"Was it?" he frowned. "Hmm, what about... I am so awesome. That's five syllables." Andy realized she was smiling like a fool and tried to snap out of it. "Alright, let's see." Apollo said, watching them. "Thalia, Zeus's girl, right?" Thalia blushed. "Used to be a tree, didn't you? You smell like Christmas! And... Andy Jackson. You smell like fish."

Thalia laughed. Andy punched her in the arm, deciding she wasn't that into Apollo after all.

"Brother," Artemis said. "You should get going."

Apollo nodded. He took out his car keys and beeped the security alarm button. The convertible turned into a school bus. "Everybody in!"

"A warning," Artemis told him. "You do not help my Hunters. You do not look at, talk to, or flirt with my Hunters."

Apollo spread his hands. "I know, I know. Hey, where are you off to anyway?"

"Just drop them off, Apollo. Zoë, you are in charge of the Hunters. Do well. Do as I would do."

Zoë straightened. "I will."

Artemis disappeared into the woods and the Hunters pilled into the bus. "Who wants to drive?" Asked Apollo.

"Me!" Nico offered.

"Nah. Too young."

"Oo! Oo!" Grover raised his hand.

"Hmm, no. Too furry." He glanced at Andy. "Too fishy," and laughed at his own joke. "But you, daughter of Zeus. You are perfect for this."

"Oh, no," Thalia shook her head. "No, thanks."

"Oh, yes," Apollo nodded. "You'll be eighteen soon," he informed her. "It's about time you learn how to drive." Thalia seemed unsure. "I know you might think you don't deserve an honor like driving the sun chariot. But it'll be fine."

Thalia tried to protest but Apollo wasn't going to take no for an answer. Thalia gripped the wheel so tight her knuckles turned white. She seemed about to puke.

"What's wrong?" Andy asked.

"Nothing," she lied. She pulled the wheel and drove like a mad person. Andy had a feeling she had her eyes closed. Apollo asked her to go slower, but she shouted she had everything under control. She did not lose speed though.

"Hang a left," Apollo suggested. She jerked the wheel throwing everyone aside. "The other left," he said trying to sound calm. "And a little lower."

Thalia tilted the wheel, her face was chalk white, her forehead dripping with sweat. The bus pitched down and somebody screamed. Maybe Andy. She wasn't sure of anything anymore.

"Take the wheel," Grover begged Apollo.

"No worries," the god assured him, but he looked plenty worried. "She just has to learn to- WHOA!"

There was a wild light in Thalia's eyes. Camp Half-Blood was right beneath them.

"BRAKE!" Apollo yelled.

Thalia slammed her foot on the brake, and the sun bus pitched forward at a forty-five-degree angle, slamming into the camp's canoe lake.

"Well," Apollo said. "You did have everything under control. I'm sorry I ever doubted you."

#andromeda #andy jackson #child of land and sea #deep blue sea #fanfic #genderbend #dfcrosas #fem percy jackson #thalia grace

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redundantharpoons · 6 years ago

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C, D, G (for the whole biological imperative fic) and U?

C: What character do you identify with most?

Oh man, I wondered if anyone would pick this one because it’s so difficult for me to answer. When writing Angela and Moira I tried to take aspects of myself that I think made sense for the characters and put it into each of them. Angela got my hopefulness, my love of innuendo and puns, and my tendency to not press people even if something is bothering me. But I think I identify most with Moira. It’s hard for me to explain too much of what of me I put into her since I don’t want to spoil the general feel of Genetic Imperative, but she definitely got a lot of my anxieties and how I deal with those anxieties.

D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?

(And yes, I have listened to it while writing before. lol)

But for real, when I’m writing and stuff I tend to listen to a lot of “instrumental viking music” mixes on Youtube, as I am right now. And I do actually have legitimate playlists called Angela’s POV, Moira’s POV, and [Child’s Name] and I’m slowly building playlists of songs that I think reflect the characters’ thoughts and feelings about their situation and about the other character best. If I had to pick a hallmark “this is their song for this fic” for each character Moira would be I Walk the Line by Johnny Cash and Angela would be After Your Heart by, ironically, Moira dela Torre. Right now each playlist has about 15 songs on it, and it grows as I find fitting ones to add. :) I might share them at the end of the fic, I’m not sure, since my real name is attached to my Spotify playlists. :S

G: Care to share a favorite crack fic?

I haven’t read a crackfic in over a decade, and the one I remember reading and enjoying (though I’ll be damned if I remember anythign about it other than enjoying it) was a Noir fanfic called, I think, The Maidens with Black Feet or something like that. But I can’t find it again. :(

U: A pairing you might like to write for, but haven’t tried yet.

The fanart I see cross my dash for Sombra/Widowmaker (Spiderbyte, I think, is the ship name?) looks interesting, but I know very little about the characters so I feel like what I’ve created for them in my mind characterization-wise is probably crazy OOC. lol I’d also write a Brigitte/Reinhardt fic if I didn’t think literally the only one on AO3 was already doing the perfect job of it and eclipsing anything I’d do. lol

Other fandom ships I’d really like to find time/inspiration to write for: Offred/Serena Joy (Handmaid’s Tale), Lagertha/Astrid (Vikings), Isabela/FemHawke (DA2), Female Trevelyan/Cassandra (DA:I), Morrigan/Leliana (DA), Athena/Janey (Borderlands), Chell/GLaDOS (Portal), okay I need to stop before I list every ship I have even a modicum of interest in. lol

Thanks so much for asking!

#alroundnoob

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sorenisbby · 7 years ago

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Arya/Artemis & Arya/Athena

Okay so I remember reading a meta a while back saying that GRRM based a lot of his characters on Greek mythology I'm pretty sure:

Robert/Zeus

Cersei/Hera

And I'm currently reading a random book about Greek gods and there's an interesting chapter on Artemis. It says that she was her fathers favourite and that her father often took Hera's wrath to please her. Now this got me thinking about Ned and Arya. Artemis, like Arya, is a warrior and not a typical woman. She prefers to hunt and to run free than to be bound by responsibility of being a conventional lady. Ned loved to appease Arya and often took Cats wrath for their daughters unruly behaviour.

Now there's many similarities that I see with Arya and what this book describes as Artemis and Ned with Zeus in regard to Artemis. I'm not saying Ned is the equivalent to Zeus or anything I'm just using that as an example in regard to the Arya/Athena/Artemis comparisons.

Artemis asks Zeus (her father) to give her gifts and because she is his favourite he complies. He gives her multiple gifts like people to hunt with and a bow and arrow. But the most intriguing thing I read was that she asked for a pack of hounds to run with, swift and fierce. When I read this I couldn't help but think of Nymeria and her pack of wolves. There's also a hound bigger than the rest of them to which Artemis chose herself. Probably looking too much into it.

Artemis asks her father to keep her chastity, and it just reminded me of when Ned told Arya she'd marry a king and have his princes and she responds with "that's not me." But, Zeus also allows her (Artemis) to change her chastity status whenever she pleases, so if she wanted children she could. Or to simply take a lover, she could.

she also asks for a city as a gift but just one because she doesn't like cities. Also reminded me of Arya not liking Kings Landing. And Winterfell can't really be described as a city? (Not that relevant I'll admit lol)

Artemis also spends most of her time in the woods, by rivers. Like Arya spends her time in the woods and the Riverlands.

Artemis is described as wild. So is Arya.

Artemis had many names. She has been called Goddess of the Moon, Maiden of the Silver Bow, Lady of the Wild Things and Huntress. Arya also has been called many names. Underfoot, Arry, Lumpyhead, Weasel, Nan and the list goes on.

Artemis let no man approach her, and when a man spied her bathing, for she was too beautiful to look away from, Artemis turned him into a STAG. Not too important but thought it was pretty darn cool. (Cos obviously her Bae is a bastard with Stags blood)

Artemis had a very good friend who was loved by all, handsome, kind and a hunter as well. They often hunted together, teased each other and joked around and this man 'Orion' liked to call her "my lady" for she was still a goddess even though he was a mortal. And he was the only man Artemis had thought about breaking her vows for. This kind of reminds me of Arya and Gendry, how they became quick friends and how she had thought of him in a manner that wasn't just childlike but of a woman. And of course Arya is Gendry's lady.

she also killed unjustly men, same with Arya. Artemis loved to serve Justice and our girl Arya is doing the same thing.

* BUT ARYA ALSO HAS SIMILARITIES TO ATHENA *

Let's start with appearance. Athena is said to have a stern beauty, with a warriors build and stormy grey eyes. Arya fits this description as well, even though Arya is still young her beauty is only just being brought into context. Arya is said to have the Stark look with a long solemn face that almost appears stern and grey eyes with dark hair. She isn't a soft delicate beauty, like Sansa or Cersei, but stern and harsh I would think. A wild beauty, much like Lyanna was.

Let's not forget these ladies are both very pragmatic and smart as hell. Athena was often described as the mistress of strategy. She had a quick temper though and was easily jealous. But Athena was also very kind, especially to the mortals who loved her the most out of any gods. This to me sounds a lot like Arya as well, hot tempered but kind when it comes to the small folk and lowborns.

Athena and Hespheastus are said to be soul mates (thanks to @3holmes who pointed this out to me, I did more research lol). Hespheastus is the smith god, who was cast from Olympus by his mother but now works as a smith and forges the gods their weapons and whatever they want. Now who can we think of that relates to this? That's right our boy Gendry.

Athena was said to have a fondness for Hercules and Perseus...two bastards. Arya also has a fondness for Jon and Gendry...two bastards.

Athena, like Arya, represents feminism. Athena understood the important of weaving and sowing and gave women the power to do so. Although Arya isn't very good at sowing or weaving she is still a very motherly figure much like Athena was to the people of Athens.

Artemis, Athena and Arya are favourites of their fathers

They both share a similar moral compass. They believe the wellbeing of others is of the utmost importance especially those who cannot fend for themselves.

she was also referred to as a virgin goddess but no one really knew the status of her virtue, many men tried to seduce her, even the Smith god himself. I'm not saying Arya will stay a virgin forever, but at this age she may very well still be a Virgin when the series ends and when the last book is published.

• I'm most likely reading too much into this but I thought It was cool how I came to the conclusion that they had some similarities 🤷🏽‍♀️ I see Arya as a mixture of Athena and Artemis I think, but that's just my opinion. Gendry is definitely more of a Hespheastus instead of an Orion, except Gendry is hot af and the god of the forges was said to be ugly. Tell me what you guys think! •

#arya stark #game of thrones #asoiaf #gendry #gendry baratheon #gendrya #gendry x arya #Ned and Arya #Catelyn Stark #Ned Stark #Zeus #Artemis #Greek gods #GRRM #just silly thoughts #lyanna stark #Hespheastus #Athena

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symphonyofmars · 7 years ago

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Oh, great goddess of Fancasting, I did A Thing

*should be doing nanowrimo things*

*is doing this instead*

Okay, keeping in with my theme of actors of Greek descent:

Marina Sirtis as Demeter (I love her voice 5ever and she has the poise of a goddess)

Ariel Winter as Persephone (She’s young but I feel as if she might be able to look like a maiden and a… matron? Seph doesn’t have any kids in the book so idk if she’s technically a matron. But ‘innocent and young’ and then ‘mature and stern’ is what I’m going for. The more I look at her face the more I think “Yes. This is Persephone.” She’s also quite curvy which I feel is nice in a world of actresses who are normally impossibly thin.)

Theo James is part Greek? Maybe he can play Hades. (He does have a dreamy romance-lead kind of face. I’m trying to imagine him with the hair… and I have seen him do “stern, forceful guy well” sooo…)

Chris Sarandon as Zeus PLEASE (that voice, that poise. He NEEDS to be the king of the gods)

Elizabeth Perkins as Hera

Maybe Dave Bautista as Ares? (he’s a hulking dude who used to pretend to hurt people for a living, why not let him do it as the god of war? Lol)

Maybe Maria Kanellis as Eris? (I feel like she has really intense eyes, good for playing a batshit character)

Olympia Dukakis as Nyx, PLEASE

For Hecate: Elena Kampouris as her maiden aspect, Lindsay Hartley as the mother, maybe Marilu Henner as the crone (I don’t want to insult her by using the word ‘crone’. I’m sorry honey, you’re beautiful)

Zoe Kazan as Artemis

Athena Karkanis as Athena (I did not pick her for the role because of her name, I took one look at her face and went “YES. SHE IS THE GODDESS OF WISDOM.” and then read her name and died of laughter for a moment before putting her on the list. Ohhhh, Providence.)

Jason Mantzoukas or Demetri Martin as Hermes (I can’t remember how sassy he was in the book. If sass is high, one of these lovely goons)

Maybe Tracy Spiridakos as Minthe?

Costas Mandylor as that king that Demeter helps (I’m blanking on names I read it so long ago.)

Rita Wilson as his wife

David Mazouz as Triptolemus (Not sure if he’s too young)

I was thinking maybe Billy Zane as Sisyphus since he plays a schmoozy bad guy very well

Me as Alekto (When do I audition? Where do I sign? Lol)

I honestly can’t figure out someone for Thanatos or Morpheus, there appears to be a dearth of young actors of Greek descent.

Anyway, @therkalexander, this is the fancasting I have procrastonated for wayyyy too long on. Also, I can’t tweet it at your lovely producer since I don’t have a twitter so…

What’s her address? I’ll send it by carrier pigeon.

#@therkalexander #receiver of many #destroyer of light #hades and persephone #hades #persephone #but really i don't use the twitters #sorry pal #i think this might be too many words as well #i might have to send multiple pigeons #anyway #back to nano #a story of a viking guy and an anachronistic greek girl and also there is smut #and mushy fluffy things #time to take a crack at that word count

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fantasyprojector-blog · 7 years ago

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The Best of Greek Mythology

Zeus: King of the Furies

It is common knowledge that if a white van pulls up to a curb where children are playing and the person driving the van offers them candy, that the children should not take the candy. That they should in fact, run and call the police. So with this in mind, picture this: instead of a white van it’s a white bull that smells like flowers and instead of children it’s a group of beautiful maidens picking flowers or some other bull shit pastime like that. Of course these maidens aren't as smart as your average child nowadays and went to go see this Chanel smelling bull. Here is where the proverbial candy comes into play, the bull lowers himself in front of Europa, who was the sexiest of the maidens to which she then climbs onto his back only to find SURPRISE BITCH! It’s the fuck boi, king of the gods himself, Zeus. Who then galivants off into the sea with her on his back in a successful maiden-napping to his home base Crete. To pass the time on their journey Zeus tells Europea of all the strong, powerful, male children she will bear for him. Sounds like a great time.

Aphrodite, Ares, Hephaestus: The classic love triangle

We've all seen the horrible teen angst filled romantic movies with a shy, courageous, beautiful female lead and her two love interests: the bad boy McHottie pants and the nerdy best friend. Well this is the OG love triangle. Aphrodite was married off to Hephaestus (against her will might I add). It was a train wreck marriage: they both slept around and were producing demigod offsprings left and right. Even though Hephaestus was whipping his dick out every chance he got, he still expected Aphrodite to be faithful. So after he found out that she was playing “hide the spear” with the God of War everything went to shit. Instead of handling the situation like a mature adult, Hephaestus decided to wait until the two lovers were involved in an intense round of twister and then capture them in a unbreakable net. After the two were captured Hephaestus invited all of the other gods and goddess to come witness this shameful act however, much to Hephaestus’s dismay, only the male gods showed up so they could get some new images for their mental spank bank.

The battle for Athens

“Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.” What is more embarrassing than see your ex in public? Losing a contest for a city to them. As Shakespeare so nicely put it, losing a city to them in a contest. Athena and Poseidon had an ancient grudge: they used to date and then Poseidon couldn't keep it in his pants, so Athena cursed his baby mama and it was one colossal mess of epic proportions. Any way onto the actual story. After Athena and Poseidon called it quits, this snake dude, who was the mayor of a small town in Greece decided to hold a contest for patronage of his city. Athena and Poseidon rose to this challenge to prove their worth. Poseidon gave the city a river but instead of a freshwater river, he gave them a saltwater river. While Athena gave the city a big ass olive tree. The people chose Athena as the patron and named their city Athens. So Poseidon, in the spirit of good sportsmanship cursed Athens to forever have water shortages. The dickhead.

Apollo’s Sexuality Apollo had many many lovers as he was a freewheeling bisexual but two of his most famous love stories are that of Daphne and Hyacinthus. Daphne was river nymph, whose sexual orientation leaned towards asexual aromantic side of the spectrum. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of Apollo, who then continuously tried to get into her toga. One day when Apollo got to close Daphne said, “Fuck it, turn me into a tree,” and thus she became a laurel tree, much to Apollo’s chagrin. On the other side of the sexuality color wheel, there was Hyacinthus, who was the ultimate closeted, “no homo” frat boy bro, who was everything a bisexual Sun God could ask for. After their bromance turned into romance, Hyacinthus managed to catch the eye of an uber gay twink Wind God, he soon became jealous of the bro-romance between Hyacinthus and Apollo, so he cursed a frisbee to kill the frat boy bro. So the next time the lovers went to play frisbee golf it got bloody. Distraught by the death of his love, Apollo fully realized his kink for flora and fauna and turned Hyacinthus into a flower.

Artemis and the peeping tom

Nothing is more deadly than a woman scorned who knows magic and wields a bow and arrow. This is a PSA for any men who think it’s okay to watch women change, shower, or do anything in a violating way. Artemis was just enjoying a lovely outdoor bath surrounded by nymphs, when she was realized she was being watched by a Brock Turner like fucker. So, instead of getting all upset, she decided to turn him into a stag, to which she the proceeded to shoot full of arrows while her hunting dogs attacked him. Seems perfectly reasonable to me.

Taken: Staring Demeter, the Goddess of Agriculture (and One Pissed off Mother)

What would you do if your child was stolen from you? Obviously you would throw all other duties to the side and and try to find your lost child. This is essentially what happened to Demeter. Hades fell in love with Persephone and then he decided to kidnap her ass the way down to hell or the underworld, whatever. Demeter then went into full Liam Neeson mode trying to find her daughter. Eventually, after several explosions, a few torture sessions, and the death of many, many crops, Demeter finally found her daughter in hell. While the epic movie was happening above, the romcom of a century was happening below. Persephone actually ended up falling in love with Hades and soon became the best Queen hell has ever seen. Unfortunately, no one told Demeter, that so after Demeter and Hades had a Jason Bourne showdown the conflict was resolved. Persephone now splits her time between the mortal world and the world of the dead.

Gods Zeus: Remember that perverted relative that everyone has? That’s Zeus. He's the king of the gods, sky, and rape. He can’t keep it in his pants and he likes to keep it in the family.

Poseidon: Fuck boi to the max! He's the kind of guy that you just want to punch his teeth in. Not only is he a major douchebag, but he's also God of the Seas, so you know that he's the champion of the “hold my beer,” challenge that results in thousands of sailors deaths.

Hades: Think the weird, quiet scene kid, but with a hint of over dramatic death metal thrown into the mix. God of the underworld, dead, and riches, no wonder he still listens to MCR; he has an aesthetic to maintain.

Ares: He’s the jock that’ll fuck your girl, wreck your car, and destroy you in beer pong, not care or stop when he gets caught and he always seems to be getting into fights. He’s the guy that comes back to his old high school to cheer on the football team and then run down to the field to show them how it’s REALLY done. God of War, my dick is too big for this condom, the ladies (ugh gross), and Axe Body Spray.

Hephaestus: Remember all of the sexually repressed nerds in high school? The ones somehow grew up to be super successful but then turned around and became total ass hats with no respect for women? That is this guy right here. He currently holds the title for ugliest god ever, a title which he has held onto for a several millennia now. God of the forge, technology and general misogyny.

Apollo: The OG Dorian Gray. God of the Sun and flower crowns

Goddesses

Artemis: Ask her about her feminist agenda. Do it. I dare you to. Goddess of the Hunt, pussy power, and badassery.

Athena: She's the valedictorian, student council president, and she slaughters everyone in PE. Goddess of smart people and military victory.

Demeter: She is the mama bear that you don’t fuck with unless you want her to fuck with your allergies. She also knows how to have a good time because wine and will feed you when you come over.

Persephone: ‘But mmmmooooommmmmm, I love him,”. Think of the sweetest person you know and then give them pink throwing stars. Goddess of spring time and ima fuck you up and smile innocently while doing it.

Hera: Think crazy southern belle pageant mom, who forces religion onto her children and washes it down with sweet tea. Goddess of the home and picture perfect families.

Aphrodite: Goddess of love, beauty, and all things sexy. This is the person you would come to for advice, because she knows her way around the bedroom and men's or people's hearts. I actually don’t know her sexuality.

#greek mythology #rewriting history #this is for a class #college

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onceabluemoonwrites · 7 years ago

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Viper Tresses (Gorgon Gorgeous)

Fandom: Assassination Classroom (Ansatsu Kyoushitsu)

Summary: Karma is afraid of drowning and so, so in love. (Medusa!Nagisa)

Warnings: Implication of rape.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Assassination Classroom and all of this is my lovely enabler @i-w-p-chan’s fault (yes, she’s the one you can hear cackling in the background).

Also on AO3 and FF.net

There are snakes in your hair, slithering between the tresses.

I didn’t know before, but I think I felt them.

You just sat there, in the middle of a greasy fast food restaurant, the world bleak and grey, except for you. Always you. Blue hair, blue eyes, the calm waters, you are. Shore, your name means, and aptly named you were.

You are colour, the rest is grey, and suddenly, I realized the shore wasn’t safe. You were too easy to drown in- and what hid in your depths? What was there, fathoms below?

Your enormity left me reeling- gasping, clutching my arms, digging my nails into my skin until I bled (red, my colour), to shake myself free from you- a nightmare within a dream, you are. What’s the difference anyway? I can’t tell anymore.

(The ocean is in your eyes, and I know not what monsters lurk in you, but I can feel them gliding beneath your skin, caressing you. You are the sea, I want to hold you. You are the sea, stay with me. You are the sea, the wind, the tsunami. You are the sea, and I don’t dare to swim too far from shore)

You could drown me.

I walk away and try not to listen to the siren song you sing behind me.

If I turn, if I keep my ear open to those naked, begging, vulnerable notes, I will look into your eyes and turn to stone- forever by your side.

You are wounded. I left you to rot.

Colour disappears from my world. Loneliness is black and white, forlorn in shades of grey. Dressed in shades of self-consciousness that do not suit me, I feed my confidence, my ego.

There is an aching hole where you used to be, jagged edges all around.

Why did you leave me shattered?

Why did you smite me down?

Oh.

Wait.

That was me.

(Mirror shards are sharp, my dear, and I can only see you in reflections, or else, I’ll turn to stone.

A statue of my affections.

Isn’t it wonderful?

Sculpted so well, with starlight hatred and a broken heart I broke on my own)

Here we are. An octopus in front of the class. It reminds me of you, only friendlier.

No- not friendlier. Less abused, perhaps.

There is a polite distance between us, and I hate it, but every step I take closer to you chokes me with glass shards tearing up my throat as I spit blood everywhere.

(You throw your own life away so easily, too easily. You are a Gorgon, your sisters are immortal, so are you not too?

Darling, darling sea. You are not.

You are the shore, made of what is eroded, demolished, ruined by water.

Did Athena cradle your broken body in her lap, when the water was done with you? Was she the one who, in anger, in devastation, in despair, morphed your lovely, lovely hair? Was she the one who saw your ravishing form for the curse it was and gave you a gaze of stone?

The snakes, the vipers, though. They always were there. They just broke the surface when the time was right, venom at ready.

Waiting all along, they’d been.

I felt it. You must know that)

You are not fussy about gender. At least, as long as no one refers to you by ‘’she’’.

I should have known. You are Medusa, you do not want to be a woman. Women are vulnerable- and now, you’ve found men are too, and your vision of stone (women’s gift, the gift of your goddess, the Maiden one) is gone. You are defenseless, or so you thought, because there are snakes in your hair, snakes in your heart, and gods, you are beautiful.

I can see your wings- they rested on your shoulder blades the entire time, visible when one looks at you from the corner of the eye, and now you spread them noiselessly.

To be or not to be, that is the question. To kill, or not to kill. After all these years, you want to save someone? Medusa, Medusa, my blue-haired Nagisa. You bound your vipers, put the tresses up high on your head.

Perhaps because you remember what it felt like to be headless, to be used even in death by the man who cleaved your head right off your shoulders. I catch sight of viper fangs, venom-dripping, bound, unleashed, however you want them, however you are, and my breath hitches.

I drown, drown and drown, and how, how could someone have killed the sea? How could someone have killed the home we all want? How…

Never mind. This is no time to ask questions.

I am red, for it is my colour, and you are blue, like the sea (not the water, you hate water, the water took what you would not give and though you rose from the ashes, rose from your corpse, rose from your death like it was nothing, you flinch, every time you think of it.

Do you cry at night?)

I want to reach out, cradle you and never let you go. I want to bury my head against your stomach and be shielded from the world by you in turn, because your hands are deadly, as are mine, and something about that just belongs together.

You have me on my back, choking me physically for once, murder arms around me, wings so high up they cast us in shadow. This fight was not meant for daylight.

A glint in between the leaves. My knife, my dagger. I scramble for it, hand closing around the old, leather-worn hilt. I raise it in the air like a crescendo, higher and higher, louder and louder, until it’s near impossible to hear, but I can’t crash it down like I should.

I am not you. I am no wave. I am vicious, to all, except those close to me, and you, with your chokehold around my neck, warm breath in pants against my skin, your sweat mingling with mine… You are the closest.

The closest ever.

I cannot bring myself to cut your wings off, even though you left your back unguarded, and with a thud, the knife falls, back to earth.

Gorgons have a peculiar quirk- the blood on one side of the body is deadly, the greatest poison one can drink. The other? It heals even the death.

I look at you, look at the sea, and perhaps… No, I’m certain, as much as I can be, that I’m ready. Sink or sail, if I drown, I drown in you.

Perhaps you’ll drown and save me both.

Not such a bad fate, Nagisa.

‘’I yield.’’

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agent-7-at-your-service · 8 years ago

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Future Plot: Project Titanomachy - Chapter 30

(( Camille, Lee, Janine, Pac-man, and Depiction of Callie belongs to @inklingleesquidly

Nebula belongs to @myzzy and @agenttwo

Blueshift belongs to @myzzy

Depiction of Agent 2 / Marie belongs to @agenttwo

Celeste and Willow belong to @alpinesquid

Agent 0 and Suzy belong to @son-of-joy

Nebulous and Arsenic belong to @a-demo-of-a-hero

The Galaxa Gems belong to @splat-tendency and @eiden-squid

The Frosted Gems belong to @askvincent / @asktheseastars and @evora-flux

Nexus Corp and Neo Nexus Crop belong to @alphadeathsquad

Agent 7, Agent M, Agent C, Kitzeh, Justinian, Telemachus, and others belong to me

Those not mentioned belong to @twelvetailedkitsune and @petit-blu-inkling and others.))

Parthenon, Athens, Greece - Sunset

Camille quickly woke up in a bed in the Parthenon, Athena’s home. She gets out of the bed and fixes her green tunic. There was the sound of a flute playing, and Camille followed the sound. It was coming from the garden.

When she reached the garden, Athena can be seen in her gazebo, playing the flute to a normal-sized owl.

“Athena?” Camille stepped closer.

Athena stops playing the flute. “Hello, Camille...” She puts down the flute and gets out of the hammock. “You did it.”

Camille could’ve sworn Athena called her by her real name. “Don’t you mean Camilla?”

“....No.” Athena got nervous

“Then how do you know my name?” Camille questioned.

“I think this should need some explaining.” Athena sounded guilty.

((Background Music (BGM): Athena’s Confession https://youtu.be/afkngRhuZkg ))

Athena took Camille to the ledge where they sat and ate meals when she personified as Princess Camilla. Athena confesses that she and Morpheus needed to find a way for her and her family to communicate with their Champions, so reliving memories before, during, and after the Trojan War was the only way she can think of.

Camille was kind of upset that Athena did that to her and her friends.

“So all this time, those dream of me and my friends as your friends is just an illusion made by Morpheus?” Camille questioned.

“Yes.....” Athena looked down.

A servant walks up to them and each of them a pastry and a cup of grape juice. Camille thanked the servants.

“That’s really mean of you, Athena,” Camille commented.

“What was I supposed to do?” Athena looked at her.

Camille looked away, wanting to ignore the spirit of the wise goddess. “Hmph. Some wise-ass goddess you are.”

Athena was not offended. “I know, I know, it’s cruel for me to the that....... but please forgive me!” She grabs her hands. “I never met a friend like you since I meet Camille... And I might not see one like that again...... and I should’ve just simply approached you face-to-face in your dreams! And my greatest sin...... my greatest sin... it’s that I made you relive my best friend’s memories!”

“.....Athena.....” Camille soon embraced her. “Apology accepted... I can’t stay mad at you.....and it was fun hanging out with you.”

Soon they sat closer, eating pastries and grape juice.

“.....This might be the last time we’ll be together, huh?” Camille wondered.

“It is going to be the last time,” Athena answered.

Camille was now reconsidering to not forget this adventure. “But at least we had a blast, right?”

“I can agree with that, Camille.” Princess Camilla sighs. “What about you Athena?”

As the sunsets, Camille began to glow; she’s fading away and leaving her dream.

“There’s one more thing I need to tell...” Athena then got closer to whisper in Camille’s ear. “There’s still an Olympian that has to be stopped.”

Camille thought her adventure was over but kept that in mind as she knew what to do. “....Goodbye, Athena...”

“I miss you very much,” Athena replied.

“I’ll miss you too...,” Camille soon closes her eyes. She shed one tear.

((End of BGM))

Point of No Return, The Titan Fortress - Moon’s Orbit- 1:30 PM

Camille comes to her senses and wakes up for real. She pushed away a wine cup that was placed at her lips. She was panting and coughing out water. Hera puts Hebe’s Wine Cup aside and calms Camille.

“Don’t worry... you’re still here,” Hera began.

Camille and her friends were back on the Point of No Return. There was no longer an arboreal bridge nor is there a corpse of Cronus. Everything was peaceful.

“.....I-it’s over, right?” Camille asked.

“Well we sent Typhon flying into a black hole that closed up minutes ago, I bet he returned to Tartarus to be fed to the beasts dwelling there.” Telemachus still stood where he was, staring at the blackness of space.

“And look at us! We saved Inkopolis, the world, and the whole universe!” Celeste couldn’t wait to get some reward and recognition.

“Calm down, Celeste,” Nebula giggled.

Camille still remembered she freed an inkling that was stuck to Typhon’s body. She quickly got up and walked over to the inkling that was lying on the ground.

It was a maiden with a tattered up dress made from a sail, beads and threads of gold, and sheep’s cotton. The Typhonian crown was no longer on her head. There was a snake ring on her ring finger; a small Greek inscription on it that’s translated as “Ophion” Her inkling hair is completely black, but the roots showed her ink was original a very white periwinkle. She carefully opened her eyes which were the colors green and blue, the colors of water-meadows.

“Who are you?” Camille asked.

“Eurynome... Mother Goddess.....,” The maiden replied, “You... you save me..... Typhon was really my husband, Ophion....... Oh, how our conflict almost brought chaos back....” She was close to dying.

Nebula, Telemachus, Celeste, Justinian, and Hera got a bit closer to look at Eurynome.

“Why did your husband do this, and how did he become that monster?” Nebula asked.

“We fought because he wanted more credit for creating the world..... I had to banish him to Tartarus... I had no choice... but his envy and hate turned him into the monster you fought. He consumed me when I tried to destroy him.” Eurynome paused a few times to breathe. “If he can’t be respected for the world we created together, he would destroy it instead of watch it thrive.”

“And those bound to his influence?” Celeste asked.

“....They were all just his pawns spreading the word of his coming. The Titans were the last sign made by a certain Olympian....” Eurynome smiles a bit when she gazed upon the Earth. “But that Olympian doesn’t matter for now..... All I want is to see the world thrive.....” She looked at Camille. “Thank you....” She then closed her eyes and turns into gray ink which quickly evaporated.

Camille sighed and gets up. “Rest in peace...”

After a moment of silence, the six inkling need to return home.

“We still have to return back to earth,” Justinian reminded, “No idea how we’re going to get back.”

“I..... I think I know a way.” Athena spear was beside Camille, and she picks it up and pointed it directly at Inkopolis. “Guys hold on.”

Everyone gather and place their hand on Camille’s spear. Lightning strikes the spear and in a flash, they’re back in Inkopolis.

Streets of Inkopolis to Alexandria District - 1:50 PM

(( Background Music - Victory! : https://youtu.be/aAs7Wxvc1_o ))

Trumpets sounded, drums were beats, and Amazons chanted tunes. The Greek Mythos Force were marching into Inkopolis and to along with Agents and Heroes. Calypso and Leviathan, Nexus Corp, Neo Nexus Corp, and Inkopolis Defense followed as well.

Agent M and Agent C were carrying Camille on their shoulders while Nebula, Celeste, Telemachus, Justinian, and Hera were being carried by Amazons on their shoulders. Willow, Nebulous, Arsenic, and Kitzeh were behind the six champions. Hephaestus was behind them with Hermes and Anteros, Suzy was behind helping a patched up Agent 0 in the parade, and behind them were the Minor Olympians.

As this victory parade passed by the safety zone, everyone was cheered for them. The Galaxa Gems, The Frosted Stars, Janine, Myzzy, Pac-man, and much more were applauding.

When the victory parade reached Alexandria District, Camille, Nebula, Celeste, Telemachus, Justinian, and Hera walks up the steps to meet with Agent 7 who had Lee, Callie, Agent Blueshift, and Agent 2 by his side.

Camille and her Party salute; Agent 7 salutes back. Camille’s parent run up to Camille to give her a hug. Callie is about to cry tears of joy, Lee is glad his daughter came back in one piece. Blueshift and Agent 2 did the same with Nebula. Agent 7 walks up to Telemachus, Justinian, and Hera and he nods in approval.

Camille lets her parents let go for a moment so that she can look at everyone and raise Athena’s spear in the air. Everyone was applauding.

((End of BGM))

The Titanomachy is over.

One day later...

Earth and several planets started to recover from the Titans’ wrath and the coming of Typhon. All the forces that defended Inkopolis were returning to their normal lives. Camille and the Olympians had to return Mount Olympus to do one more thing.

The Olympian Vault - Hephaestus's Forge, Mount Olympus, Greece - 7:00 PM

Hephaestus has made notified those with Olympian artifacts to return them back to the vault. Hermes and Anteros were an exception since Hermes is still alive while Anteros was inheriting his brother's artifacts.

(( Musical Number: https://youtu.be/ehLVcUJj6ME ))

When the Olympic Champions returned one more time to Mt. Olympus, Hephaestus actually has a gift for them: a play. Hephaestus’s story tell was praising Agent 7 more, but the Muses appeared out of nowhere and decided to tell the story their way.

Living Murals retold how Camille and her friends are fighting the Titans with a bit of over exaggeration. And it was quite entertaining with it music and singing.

((End of Musical Number))

When it was time to return the Olympian Artifacts, Hephaestus took the Champions to the vault.

Arsenic returns the hammer and tongs to Hephaestus. “It was nice using these to make weapons.”

“My blessing onto you, Arsenic.” Hephaestus pats Arsenic’s shoulder. “May my blessings help ya.”

“Aww... I really liked to keep these, they’re awesome,” Celeste complained, putting Hestia’s heart back in its rightful pedestal.

Willow puts Asclepius’s Staff on its pedestal. “Cheer up, Celeste, at least this war against the titans is over.”

“Same here,” Justinian agreed, returning Demeter’s shoulder bag and Persephone’s Staff back on their pedestals.

“We all have to return these, we can’t keep them forever.” Hera places the goddess Hera’s Scepter and Hebe’s Wine Cup back on their pedestals.

“At least my daughters are avenged.” Agent 0 places Ares’ weapons and armor back on the pedestal. Camille gave him the honor to place Apollo’s Bow and Artemis’s Antler on their rightful pedestals. “There’s no point in possessing such powerful items.”

Kitzeh drank one more canteen of Dionysus’s wine before placing the wine god’s belongings back on its pedestal. “Yup.... gonna miss that.”

Camille rolls her eyes and looked at Athena’s spear. She sighed and placed the Spear on its pedestal, but she stopped as the pedestal of Athena and the pedestal of Zeus have a barrier of black apple tree roots formed over them.

The pedestal of Hades, the pedestal of Heracles, and the pedestal of Poseidon have the same barrier.

Hephaestus is alarmed. “This can’t be.....”

“What’s the meaning of this?” Agent 7 questioned Hephaestus.

Camille soon realized what Athena meant when she said there’s an Olympian that still needed to be stopped.

“OH COME ON!!!” Camille shouted.

Meanwhile...

Underworld(?) - Time Unknown

In the darkness, a young boy stood silent. Before him, a silhouette of a woman was looking down at him.

“They may have won... but my true intentions are from the stone,” The woman stated.

The boy showed her the Omphalos Stone.

The woman takes it and giggles. “Perfect~” Her yellow ominous eyes can be seen. “Soon my son, we’ll rebuild Olympus... with me as the ruler, and no one can stop me.”

[Continues in the 3 Part Epilogue]

#Futue #Plot #Project Titanomachy

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artemisawakened · 8 years ago

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Witchcraft Asks #1-105

Original questions in my previous post!

1. Are you solitary or in a coven? Solitary

2. Do you consider yourself Wiccan, Pagan, witch, or other? Pagan witch

3. What is your zodiac sign? Leo

4. Do you have a Patron God/dess? Artemis & Apollo. Athena & Hermes.

5. Do you work with a Pantheon? Not really.

6. Do you use tarot, palmistry, or  any other kind of divination? Runes, tarot, and pendulum.

7. What are some of your favorite herbs to use in your practice? (if any) Lavender, sage.

8. How would you define your craft? I wouldn’t even know how to go about defining it…

9. Do you curse? If not, do you accept others who do? I have only ever cast a cure once, and would only in situations where I see no other option. I’m not going to tell anyone else how to practice their craft, or judge them for how they do so.

10. How long have you been practicing? I don’t remember exactly when I started…around ten years, maybe eleven. 11. Do you currently or have you ever had any familiars? Have never had a familiar, but would like one. 12. Do you believe in Karma or Reincarnation? Yes to both. 13. Do you have a magical name? Nope. 14. Are you “out of the broom closet”? Only to a couple of friends who are also witches. 15. What was the last spell you performed? Banish negativity. 16. Would you consider yourself knowledgeable? Fairly so. 17. Do you write your own spells? Almost always. 18. Do you have a book of shadows? If so, how is it written and/or set up? Yes, it’s barely started though because I’m too indecisive about how I want it set up. 19. Do you worship nature? No, but respect and honor it. 20. What is your favorite gemstone? Amethyst. 21. Do you use feathers, claws, fur, pelt, skeletons/bones, or any other animal body part for magical work? No, I don’t like using animal parts. 22. Do you have an altar? Finally set one up after years of not having one, though I’ll have to take it down when I’m not home. 23. What is your preferred element? Fire, or water, depending on my mood. 24. Do you consider yourself an Alchemist? No 25. Are you any other type of magical practitioner besides a witch? I don’t think so… 26. What got you interested in witchcraft? As a kid, I felt very disconnected from the religion I was raised in, but felt a draw to some higher power that I couldn’t explain, so I’d sneak onto the computer to research other religions and came across Wicca, which is where I began my path. 27. Have you ever performed a spell or ritual with the company of anyone who was not a witch? No 28. Have you ever used ouija? A homemade one, yes. Will never touch one again. 29. Do you consider yourself a psychic? I suppose so, though I’ve closed myself off from that for now. 30. Do you have a spirit guide? If so, what is it? Not at the moment. 31. What is something you wish someone had told you when you first started? That my craft doesn’t have to be the same as anyone else’s. That there is more to deity than the binary of male/female. That the goddess can represent more than just motherhood. 32. Do you celebrate the Sabbats? If so which one is your favorite? In small ways, yes. Yule is my favorite. 33. Would you ever teach witchcraft to your children? I do not plan on having children, but if I did, I would let them decide if they wanted to learn. I would never force it on them as Christianity was forced on me. 34. Do you meditate? Not anymore, but I need to. 35. What is your favorite season? Spring! 36. What is your favorite type of magick to preform? Candle, simple magick. 37. How do you incorporate your spirituality into your daily life? Having small reminders that help me feel connected with deity, like jewelry, visual reminder of an altar, or the scent of incense. 38. What is your favorite witchy movie? Don’t have one. 39. What is your favorite witchy book, both fiction and non-fiction. Why? Don’t have one. 40. What is the first spell you ever preformed? Successful or not. Honestly I can’t even remember… 41. What’s the craziest witchcraft-related thing that’s happened to you? Can’t think of anything too crazy at the moment. 42. What is your favourite type of candle to use? Birthday candles. I use them all the time for spells, because they burn quickly. I know that if I have to let a larger candle burn all the way down, I’ll either run out of time, or forget about it and leave it unattended. 43. What is your favorite witchy tool? Crystals, candles, runes. 44. Do you or have you ever made your own witchy tools? I made a wand once. Am getting ready to (attempt) to make my own altar tiles. 45. Have you ever worked with any magical creatures such as the fae or spirits? I worked with a gnome in college. 46. Do you practice color magic? Somewhat 47. Do you or have you ever had a witchy teacher or mentor of any kind? I had an online mentor shortly after I started. 48. What is your preferred way of shopping for witchcraft supplies? Screen shopping online (a.k.a. drooling over things I can’t afford), scavenging in department stores for items I can use for witchy purposes, searching outside. 49. Do you believe in predestination or fate? I think there are certain paths that are set out for us, but they are more a guidance than set in stone, and I see it as a branched path with several options. 50. What do you do to reconnect when you are feeling out of touch with your practice? Sit outside and feel the grass beneath me and sun above, light incense or a candle. 51. Have you ever had any supernatural experiences? Quite a few. 52. What is your biggest witchy pet peeve? The whole Maiden-Mother-Crone thing. As a woman who does not want kids, it’s a bit alienating. There is more to a woman than her ability/desire to bear children, but it seems that most people place so much value in that being the epitome of what it means to be a woman. A big part of why I didn’t practice for a long time. 53. Do you like incense? If so what’s your favorite scent? Yes, sandalwood by far, but not the cheap fake kind! 54. Do you keep a dream journal of any kind? Not anymore. The last time I did, I dreamt about someone’s death before it happened and that freaked me out. 55. What has been your biggest witchcraft disaster? Placing a candle in spanish moss and lighting it. The moss caught fire, then I tried to blow it out, which sent hot pieces of moss flying. Luckily nothing else caught. 56. What has been your biggest witchcraft success? Honestly, just finding a sense of belonging and peace. Finally discovering my patron goddesses and gods. 57. What in your practice do you do that you may feel silly or embarrassed about? Talking to my goddesses/gods throughout the day about stupid things. (Not out loud) 58. Do you believe that you can be an atheist, Christian, Muslim or some other faith and still be a witch too? Yes 59. Do you ever feel insecure, unsure or even scared of spell work? Sure, but it usually falls away once I start doing the spell. 60. Do you ever hold yourself to a standard in your witchcraft that you feel you may never obtain? I used to, but realized my craft is whatever I want to make it. There shouldn’t be pressure and stress trying to hold yourself to a high standard. It’s not about being perfect. 61. What is something witch related that you want right now? A flower of life altar cloth or tile and more crystals. 62. What is your rune of choice? Mannaz. 63. What is your tarot card of choice? Don’t have one.. eight of cups used to always come up whenever I pulled for myself though, but I haven’t tried in a while. 64. Do you use essential oils? If so what is your favorite? Not currently. Used to use sage oil to cleanse my apartment when I lived on campus during college. 65. Have you ever taken any kind of witchcraft or pagan courses? I did an online Wiccan course like ten years ago. 66. Do you wear pagan jewelry in public? Not obviously pagan jewelry, but yes. 67. Have you ever been discriminated against because of your faith or being a witch? No, because the only people that know are other witches and one other good friend. 68. Do you read or subscribe to any pagan magazines? No 69. Do you think it’s important to know the history of paganism and witchcraft? To an extent. It’s a good foundation to build your craft on if you know a bit of its history. 70. What are your favorite things about being a witch? The individualization. Being able to feel connected with a higher power from anywhere. 71. What are your least favorite things about being a witch? Not being able to have a permanent altar. The misrepresentation in the media. 72. Do you listen to any pagan music? If so who is your favorite singer/band? I haven’t yet looked into specifically pagan music. 73. Do you celebrate the Esbbats? If so, how? Not usually, though I’d like to. 74. Do you ever work skyclad? Never, not comfortable with that. 75. Do you think witchcraft has improved your life? If so, how? Very much so. It has given me confidence, strength, a sense of peace and belonging. 76. Where do you draw inspiration from for your practice? So many different places… many many books. Friends. Tumblr and pinterest. 77. Do you believe in ‘fantasy’ creatures? (Unicorns, fairies, elves, gnomes, ghosts, etc) Some, like the fae, gnomes, elves, ghosts. Not sure about unicorns and dragons and wyverns, etc. 78. What’s your favorite sigil/symbol? Don’t think I have one. 79. Do you use blood magick in your practice? Why or why not? No, I don’t find it necessary. 80. Could you ever be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t support your practice? No, never. I don’t need someone who also practices, but they need to support and respect that I do. 81. In what area or subject would you most like your craft to grow? I would like to use candles more often, and for more complex spells. To incorporate magic into more of everyday life. 82. What’s your favorite candle scent? Do you use it in your practice? Lavender, sandalwood. I tend to use unscented candles more so, as I usually use birthday candles for spells. 83. Do you have a pre-ritual ritual? (I.e. Something you do before rituals to prepare yourself for them). If so what is it? Not really, just grounding myself, maybe making a circle. 84. What real life witch most inspires your practice? My best friend from high school. 85. What is your favorite method of communicating with deity? Sitting peacefully (especially outside) and just feeling their presence. 86. How do you like to organize all your witchy items and ingredients? They aren’t very organized right now, partly because I don’t have much, and partly because I have no space in my room for any one storae area. 87. Do you have any witches in your family that you know of? Nope. 88. How have you created your path? What is unique about it? I don’t know…not really thought that deeply about it. At this point I kind of just do what I want, as long as it feels right to me. 89. Do you feel you have any natural gifts or affinities (premonitions, hearing spirits, etc.) that led you toward the craft? If so what are they? Hearing, seeing spirits–have since I was a child. There was one particular instance involving a ball of light and a soothing voice. I was maybe eight. I think that was really the first time I felt the calling. 90. Do you believe you can initiate yourself or do you have to be initiated by another witch or coven? I believe you can initiate yourself. 91. When you first started out in your path what was the first thing or things you bought? Crystals, since they were easy to find and to pass off as just a “rock collection”. Books, because I am a complete bibliophile. 92. What is the most spiritual or magickal place you’ve been? Can’t think of a specific place. Old buildings though–I love feeling the energy they give off. 93. What’s one piece of advice you’d give someone who is searching for their matron and patron deities? Do some research, but let them come to you. Don’t let someone else tell you who you’re deities should be. Your true patron/matron will probably be one that you shy away from at first, but that keeps coming back up. 94. What techniques do you use to ‘get in the zone’ for meditation? I don’t meditate really. 95. Did visualization come easily to you or did you have to practice at it? It came easily. 96. Do you prefer day or night? Why? Night. Less people in the way. The moon and stars are out. There’s more freedom to practice my craft. It’s quieter. 97. What do you think is the best time and place to do spell work? Changes depending on the spell. 98. How did you feel when you cast your first circle? Did you stumble or did it go smoothly? It went smoothly, though I think I was shy and felt a bit foolish. 99. Do you believe witchcraft gets easier with time and practice? I think it gets more comfortable and familiar. You gain confidence. 100. Do you believe in many gods or one God with many faces? Kind of both at once? 101. Do you eat meat, eggs and dairy? Yes to all. 102. What is your favorite color and why? Purple, it’s soothing but also strong. 103. What is the one question you get asked most by non-practitioners or non-pagans? How do you usually respond? “So you like, do spells and stuff?” or “Do you worship the devil?” Response: “Yes.” and “No.” Generally just the one friend asking though, as almost no one knows that I’m pagan. 104. Which of your five senses would you say is your strongest? Sight. I tend to pick up on small details that most other people don’t. I’m more aware of my surroundings that it seems like other people are. 105. What is a pagan or witchcraft rule that you preach but don’t practice? Grounding yourself at the end of the day.

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