#Seven Colors of the Sea Route

[callmevenus]

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[somepsychopomp]

King of Ogygia

So yeah this is my AU where Calypso successfully brainwashes Ody into being her pet man. I'm hoping to post the full fic to Ao3 at some point in the future but for now, here's the first 3 chapters condensed into 1 part. Also this is a rough draft so if u see any typos, no u don't.

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Summary: Every day for the past seven years, Odysseus had spent his time living in paradise with his beautiful wife. Calypso provides all that he asks and he gives his whole heart to her, as well.

Yes, she's a bit... demanding. But she is a goddess and he is only a man. It must be expected that, in exchange for such a wonderful life, there's some discomfort along the way.

Word Count: Approx. 5.8k

(WARNING FOR: on-screen SA, though brief, and some other depictions of domestic abuse.)

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Ogygia was a beautiful island, if not small. One could wake up at dawn, walk along the soft, white sand that met the sea, and return to the spot he started at by dusk. 

Which was what he was doing. He’d asked his kindly wife to let him wander the shores on his own for once, wasn’t he finally ready?

When asked why he felt compelled to do so, he merely said he’d like some time and silence to think and to enjoy all the sights their home had to offer. After all, while she had gardens to tend to and tapestries to weave, he had little in terms of industry to keep his hands occupied. Whenever their sprawling home was damaged, he did not have to take up nails or a hammer to mend it, for his wife could repair any damage from rain or wind with a deft flick of her wrist. Nothing in her paradise could ever be broken.

She let him go, on the condition that he return by nightfall and not a moment later. 

He understood her warning well, that there would be punishment if he disobeyed his dearest wife. So he packed a rucksack with enough food to serve as a midday meal and a waterskin, his sandals at the bottom of the bag, and set off at dawn. 

It only took about half a day to reach the far side of the island. Here, the sand was still soft and white, but it grew cold under the shadow of the island’s mountain. 

What Ogygia lacked in size, it made up for in splendid geography. Beyond the beaches, there was a ring of wooded land where all sorts of strange plants bloomed and where beautiful birds sang. And at the center of the island, a small mountain peak. The most magnificent thing about it was that the mountain was hollow; within its sprawling caverns hid a beautiful palace adorned with marble columns and balconies overlooking the sea from every angle. The mountain’s face was adorned with neat stone paths, creeks, fountains, gardens, gazebos and arches. Though it was a struggle to memorize all the routes, once he had them in his mind, he found it quite easy to go anywhere he wanted on the island. 

This side of Ogygia though… it held somewhat less of a splendid sight. 

A massive series of cliffs rose high over his head, nearly as tall as the mountain itself. The sheer rock, exposed to the wind and other elements, was a dull gray color. For the longest time, his wife had refused to bring him here, insisting there was nothing worth looking at. But he saw. 

He saw the nests the seabirds made on the cliff ledges, could occasionally hear their cries. He’d yet to find any fledglings, leaving him to wonder if they had their offspring somewhere far away. 

And there were tide pools in the shadows of the cliffs, who hosted an endless supply of little creatures to find. He had to be careful, though. At low tide, it was easy to walk out and find the secret entrances to underwater caves where more adventure awaited. Though they tempted him, his wife told him firmly to never venture there. She would not let him be caught by the high tide.

So he sat with his back to the sheer rock as he unwrapped and ate his salted fish, fresh bread, and honied dates, sipping his water as he watched the seabirds glide toward the horizon. Though he’d been walking for hours, he didn’t wait to pack away his belongings and continue on his way. If his wife found out he’d lingered on the far side of the island, she’d surely grow upset. 

After about an hour, his feet began to ache from walking barefoot all day. He stopped to pull a hefty branch from a wiry tree by the beach and used it as a walking stick. His discomfort wasn’t to the point where he would want to don his sandals, so he kept walking. In truth, he wasn’t sure he’d done much thinking on this little trek of his. Mostly he thought of nothing, observing the lapping waves and enjoyed the silence that came with isolation. 

After another hour or so, he shivered and came to a stop. He glanced over his shoulder, unsurprised and yet relieved to see no one there. 

What was this strange feeling that compelled him to stop? 

It almost felt like he was being watched, but he knew what it felt like to have his wife’s eyes on him. Beyond gardening, weaving, cooking, singing, dancing, and reciting poetry, his wife’s most favorite activity was to keep him within her sights. 

Maybe if he had more time, he’d investigate. The forest, while lacking much complexity in its design, had fewer pathways than the mountain and it was easy to feel lost among the trees and foliage. He would’ve liked to venture outward. Perhaps there was some curious little creature his wife had yet to mention to him…

Making his choice, he tapped his walking stick against the sand and kept walking along the beach. He knew his wife would have dinner ready by sunset and did not want to disappoint her. 

He kept rubbing the back of his neck as he walked, still bothered by the thought that something was watching him. Which was likely, all things considered. A number of animals also called the island their home. Some, like the rabbits and wild goats, he used to hunt freely. Ogygia was fully under his wife’s control, so the populations never seemed to dip as a result of his hunting. Though lately, he set traps and pursued prey less and less. There wasn’t much thrill in it, not like his occasional dream of a massive, wild boar charging at him. 

With the sun sinking beyond the horizon, the air much cooler than midday but not unbearably so, he came around the final bend and upon the pathway that’d take him up the mountain at a gentle slope. 

He stopped dead in his tracks and dropped his walking stick. “What?” 

And then he was running. 

He ran past the pathway that would take him home and dropped to his knees before the prone figure lying face down in the sand. Whoever they were, they didn’t respond as he touched their shoulder. Their face was obscured by long, brown hair and most of their body was covered by a ragged, wet chlamys. Fearing that, somehow, a corpse had washed up on their isle, he turned the body over with a grunt. 

His eyes widened. It was a woman. Even with her hair a tangled mess, her skin having taken on a sickly pale pallor, he could tell she was beautiful. She had the angular nose and jaw of a proud, stately woman, coupled with a kind of serene grace to her soft lips. 

He pressed his ear to her chest in the hopes she was alive. For a moment, he wasn’t sure he could hear anything. But faintly, very faintly, he made out a dull beat like a distant drum. He breathed a sigh of relief and fetched the water skin from his bag. Gently, he brushed the sand from the woman’s face and hefted her head and neck onto his knees. He was careful to let only a thin trickle of water into her mouth to avoid choking her. He stroked the length of her throat to coax her to swallow. 

At last, the stranger stirred. She coughed, then groaned. He could hear the rasp in her voice and said, “Please, drink more.”

Though she didn’t open her eyes, she slowly drank more water. 

“Don’t worry,” he said softly, unsure if she could hear him, “My wife is a healer, she’ll be able to mend you.”

He hurried to slip on his sandals before hefting the woman into his arms. Though he wasn’t a strong man, he found strength enough to hurry up the path toward home. He followed the sound of singing until he came upon the outdoor kitchen where they often dined in the evening. 

“You’re nearly late!” a voice called, “It’s almost dusk. You had me thinking I would have to go out and-”

His wife turned around. Her supple smile fell from her face as she took in the sight of her husband, breathing hard and brow beaded with sweat, as he set the strange woman down on their dining table. 

“Calypso!” he said, “Come-”

She was in front of him before he could blink, her hand wrapped around his wrist. She pulled him even closer, eyes narrowed and cold. 

“Please,” he said, voice lowering to a murmur. He felt the hand around his wrist tighten. He knew what it felt like when his bones were on the verge of breaking, she did too, and she was merciful enough to spare him the pain. 

“Who is she?” 

He answered truthfully, “I don’t know, I found her on the shore. Can you help her?”

Calypso narrowed her eyes. She was always wary of strangers. 

“Why would I do that?”

He stifled a flinch as he felt the pressure begin to build. He was losing sensation in his fingertips. He said, “I was once a haggard stranger on your shore. You spared me, won’t you extend the same kindness to another lost soul?”

Calypso dug her nails into his flesh. Thankfully, she kept them short so she could do her work more easily. 

She asked, “You promise you only found her just now?”

He nodded. “Please, my wife.”

At last, she sighed and let him go. Calypso waved her hand and the chairs flew from the table. She turned the woman’s head from side to side, frown deepening as he fetched her jars of herbs and ointments from the storeroom inside. Calypso, ever the healer she was, rubbed some sort of salve on the woman’s chest. 

It was so pungent, it made his eyes water. But he stayed, curious to see how his wife would tend to someone else. Once, maybe a long time ago, she nursed him back to health as well and saved him from the brink of death.  

Using some hot water from the pot over their fire and a handful of herbs, she crafted some kind of herbal tea. Calypso blew on the surface as she delivered it to the table. 

He tucked one hand under the woman’s head and raised it ever so slightly so she could drink more easily. Calypso drip fed the woman, her face laced with disinterest. 

“My dear husband, if this doesn’t work, then this poor woman should be considered a lost cause. You might as well get to work chopping some trees for her pyre in the morning.”

After a moment, Calypso added, “Or we could bury her in the garden, put her to good use.”

The stranger surprised them both by sitting up of her own accord to go into a coughing fit. Her coughing had a wet quality to it, though he couldn’t tell if it was from the sea water or the tea. He winced in sympathy for her. 

“Where-” she began. Tears laced her eyes from how fitful her coughing was. 

He quickly said, “It’s alright. You’re safe here.”

Calypso shot him a look that he knew very well as a silent warning. He urged the woman to lay back down. 

As she blinked her eyes, he could see that they were the loveliest shade of green. Verdant like a field in early summer. Of course, not quite as lovely as his wife’s golden, immortal eyes, but fair enough for a mortal. 

“Thank the gods you’re alive,” he said, glad to see the woman was not as close to death as he was when he first arrived at Ogygia. 

His wife cleared her throat. “There’s only one goddess here.”

“Of course,” he said, daring to hold out a hand. Calypso took it and squeezed, refusing to let him go. “My apologies.”

The woman’s eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at them. “Who are you?”

His wife pressed her other hand to her chest, “I am the divine Calypso, queen of Ogygia. And this is my dear husband, Odysseus.”

Since his wife, wise in ways beyond that of mortals, didn’t seem interested in speaking further, he asked, “Tell us, where have you come from? Who are you?”

The woman’s eyes shifted from Calypso to meet his own. She sat up slowly, unblinking. 

“My name is Penelope.”

A lovely name. 

“Well, Penelope!” he said, “We have plenty of food here. And rooms, too. If my wife and queen is willing to oblige.”

Isn’t that right, Calypso? 

But his question died on his tongue. Odysseus had seen his wife in all manner of moods. He’d seen her happy, calm, solemn, and furious. He thought he knew her well by now. 

But the sheer venom in his wife’s eyes as she glared at Penelope was unrivaled by anything he’d ever seen before. Her hand squeezed tight around his own and Odysseus didn’t even have a spare second to warn her, to plead, to calm her before–

Not a sound passed his lips as a clear crack sounded through the still air. 

Odysseus only turned his head away so that their guest could not see him grimace. A sharp, throbbing pain began to radiate from the side of his hand, running from his thumb to his wrist and quickly spreading.

Calypso blinked and schooled her expression, but she didn’t let go of him, seemingly content to ignore the fact she had broken his hand. Perhaps that was for the best. He knew she didn’t mean it and it would be preferable to not scare their guest. He was sure she had survived horrors of her own on the open sea and did not need to witness more. 

Odysseus cleared his throat and put on a smile. “Ah, so, who else is hungry?”

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(SA starts here)

This was his punishment. 

Nothing needed to be said. Nothing needed to be explained to him. For all the ways he was a fool, he knew what he’d done. 

He brought another woman into Calypso’s house, even carried her in his arms.

Odysseus went through dinner without complaint, ignoring his injured hand even as it throbbed and hot sparks seemed to shoot through his arm every time he flexed his fingers. They were silent throughout dinner, Calypso uninterested in entertaining, Penelope hungry and reserved, and Odysseus trying to not mind the pain. 

They gave their guest a room, one far from their own wedding bed. He was grateful for this. 

Almost as grateful as he was for the sight of his beautiful wife over him, the curve of her bare breasts and soft hips visible in the moonlight. She’d let her hair down, her delicate braids flowing over her shoulders. Calypso devoted so much time to her hair and it showed; her braids were dressed with beads of gold, pearls from the sea, and streaked with a rich, lavish violet dye that came from her own garden. 

He felt the weight of her golden stare upon him and attempted to reach out to her, to pull her into a kiss, but she would not be cajoled. Instead, desperate, he touched her waist. She let him, but didn’t do much else. 

His other hand, his injured hand, was pinned to the bed by his head. 

Calypso moved effortlessly, rocking herself on his cock as she pressed her thumb into the flesh of his palm. Not enough for it to hurt, but just enough that it was a constant reminder. 

He was never certain if it was a trait of the divine or just his wife, but she could do things to him. Make him do things, too. She could manipulate his body to her liking, just as she was doing now. Odysseus had no idea how long he laid under his loving wife, only that it was late into the night and he was tired.  

He craned his head back, taking labored breaths as he remained throbbing, leaking, wanting, even though he was exhausted and Calypso’s ministrations had begun to hurt.

He whispered, “Please…”

They’ve gone at it like animals until sunrise in the past, though that was mostly back when he was new to her island and still learning how to please his wife. She could be ravenous when she wanted to be. And while she could stir the lust within him with no effort at all, just a snap of her fingers, he was just a man. 

He caressed her hip. “Calypso...please…”

Finally, she spoke. “But doesn’t it feel good?”

Odysseus’ head swam. He wanted to rest. He wanted his wife to take pity on him. 

The thumb against his palm pressed ever so slightly harder, sending fire through his veins. He choked out, “Of course it does.”

“Don’t you love me?”

The pressure was unrelenting. Her hips had slowed to a ceaseless grinding. He gasped. “I do.”

At last, Calypso leaned down. He tried to meet her for a kiss. 

Her lips brushed against his ear. “Then act like it.”

She twisted her thumb into his palm. His hips bucked as his teeth clenched and his wife hummed in satisfaction. He felt so wet and hot, and tired. Despite the pain in his hand, a disorientating numbness had also settled deep under his skin. The air smelled of sweat and lust. 

It took a while longer until she was satisfied. When she was, Calypso settled against his side, her bare body against his own. He cradled her close. She traced her fingertip in circles across his chest before splaying her palm flat against his skin. He had so many scars and yet she still loved him, still called him handsome. 

Her fingers trailed up to his throat and caressed the side of her neck.

She closed her radiant eyes and sighed, “This is why I shouldn’t let you wander on your own. You always get into trouble.” 

“I’m sorry.”

She didn’t respond. Odysseus exhaled slowly and closed his eyes, sinking into a fitful sleep as his hand and body continued to ache. 

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When morning came, he knew she had forgiven him. 

Odysseus woke up and was met with no pain and the ability to freely flex his fingers. The rest of his body was free of any discomfort as well. 

Such an amazing healer. He rolled over and kissed his wife awake. 

The sun was only just rising. Their gossamer curtains fluttered with the gentle breeze. Some days, they were both up early to tend to whatever needed tending. Other days, Calypso willed a soft rain to befall the island. The cool, sleepy weather would compel them to stay in bed all day long, lounging and feeding each other fruit and whispering sweet nothings. Such was life with a goddess. 

Calypso’s eyes fluttered open and she smiled at him. 

He whispered, “Morning, sleepyhead.”

She yawned and stretched her legs. She suggested a bath together and he agreed, thinking he should clean himself up before facing their guest. 

There were multiple options when it came to bathing in Ogygia. There were a number of mountain springs where the water was always clear and clean of debris. Or they could venture deeper into the mountain, where a system of hot springs awaited them. There was also a plain old bath house a short walk from their chambers, it held a rather nice view of the island’s south side. 

Calypso took him to her favorite waterfall carved into the side of the mountain. As she stood under the spray, letting the water run over her face, Odysseus pressed his chest to her back and kissed the nape of her neck. They were nearly the same height. She stood a touch taller than himself, his gracious and buxom wife, and he only loved her more for it. 

He felt her hand reach back to caress his hair. He grinned softly. 

Without warning, she forced his head forward until he was under the fast-flowing water. Odysseus sputtered and murmured his protests against her shoulder. When she let go of him, she was laughing as he pushed the wet hair from his eyes. 

“Very funny,” he said. 

But the important thing was that she was laughing. Nothing mattered more to him than his wife’s happiness. 

When it was his turn under the waterfall, Odysseus had that strange sensation of being watched again. He glanced around but found no one else present, not even their guest. It was just him and Calypso, wasn’t it?

He soon waded out of the water as Calypso finished drying herself off. 

“So…” she said, donning a beautiful emerald peplos trimmed in white. “How are we going to get rid of our intruder?”

Odysseus froze as he rubbed a towel through his hair. He stared at her. 

“What do you mean?”

“Her,” Calypso said, as if even speaking Penelope’s name was beneath her, “We can’t have someone else on the island with us. You know that.”

Well, it was true that wherever Penelope had come from, she was never going back. 

Calypso fitted a golden band around her wrist and said, “Now, if you aren’t willing to kill her, then I’ll have it done by sunset. What do you say, Ody?”

He used the excuse of dressing himself to hesitate. Odysseus donned the iris colored chiton his wife worked so hard to weave and dye. Such a color was typically reserved for royalty only, but even the finest and rarest dyes could be made in abundance here. 

��Odysseus,” she said. 

He sighed. “It seems cruel to kill her while she’s helpless.”

Calypso approached him. He leaned forward without being told as she tied a silken strip around his head to keep the hair out of his eyes. One by one, she slipped the leather bands over his wrists and laced them tight. 

“My tender-hearted husband, then what are we going to do with her?”

He wanted to ask why she was so against someone else staying with them on the island. Perhaps Penelope was god-sent to provide them with companionship. Why refuse her refuge when Odysseus was given endless kindness? 

But he knew the truth. Penelope was a woman, and Calypso as the resident goddess-queen had no interest in female company. 

“She might not recover from whatever she’s been through.”

Calypso gave him a skeptical look. “So you’d rather she have a long, slow death?”

“I’d rather see what the Fates have to say about her, before we do anything.”

She didn’t seem very happy with his response. If she wanted to kill the newcomer, Odysseus would have no way to stop her. 

Calypso sighed. “Either way, her life ends.”

“As you wish,” he said. It was getting to be mid-morning now. He should bring Penelope something to eat and drink, at the very least. Hunger was a terrible beast, and thirst just as wicked. 

Odysseus ventured down to the storerooms and filled a tray with bread and spiced olive oil, fresh figs, and ripe olives. He knew the water on the island was safe to drink without intervention, but thought it’d be more polite to offer their guest the opportunity to drink according to her homeland. He didn’t know much of the outside world, but was aware that the water was unclean and had to be mixed with wine to make it potable. He filled a larger pitcher with water and a smaller cup with wine. 

Penelope’s quarters consisted of a guest house at the foot of the mountains, shaded by the lush forest and complemented by a pond where a pair of white swans were known to frequent. He entered the front exterior, climbing the marble steps and venturing inside, where the far wall was hewn from the mountain’s very stone and dotted with uncut gemstones. 

“Penelope?” 

He set the tray down on the nearest table and ventured farther inward. He was surprised to find her on her feet, examining the tapestry upon the wall of her bedroom. Threads of sapphire and silver mimicked the crashing waves at midday. Her hair hung in loose tresses around her face, still stiff from saltwater. 

Penelope met his eyes and didn’t seem startled to find him in her quarters. 

“Good morning,” he said, “I’ve brought you something to eat.”

A little songbird had settled on the windowsill above the front entrance and was warbling out its pretty melody. Penelope followed Odysseus and took a seat at the table. He sat across from her at a respectable distance and pushed the tray closer to her. She stared at him. 

“Does your hand not hurt anymore?”

“Hm?” he looked down at his hand, “Oh, no, no! I’m fine. Please, eat.”

She didn’t eat. Her green eyes seemed cold despite the sunlight streaming through the windows. She pushed the tray until it sat in the middle of the table and said, “I feel it inappropriate to dine while my host does not.”

It was true that he didn’t have anything to eat yet. Most mornings, he fixed himself a meal. Sometimes, his wife joined him. But being a goddess, she didn’t have quite the same need for food as he did. She simply ate when she wanted to. 

Then it occurred to Odysseus that maybe Penelope was afraid. He offered a smile as he took a bit of bread, proving that nothing had been poisoned or tampered with. 

Penelope finally plucked a fig from the small bowl on the tray. She took a bite of its supple flesh and chewed slowly, brows furrowed in confusion. Odysseus chuckled softly. He knew the food here was perfect. As an island paradise, every bite of every meal was without flaw. It was something that took time to get used to. 

For a little while, the two of them sat and ate in silence. Odysseus was amazed that Penelope had recovered so quickly, when he had vague memories of being bedridden for days, or even longer, when Calypso first found him. He was weak, malnourished, and suffering from multiple infected wounds. 

Penelope was first to break the silence, “Tell me something, o’ King of Ogygia.” 

Odysseus cleared his throat in surprise. “King? Please, you misunderstand! It’s only myself and my wife here. And while she’s certainly queen, I’m only her husband.”

Penelope was silent for a moment. She studied him, her eyes narrowing before her entire expression smoothed over. She leaned forward and asked, “Where are we? I’ve never heard of any island by the name of Ogygia.”

He was beginning to realize that Penelope might very well make a full recovery. Which meant she may have to learn of Ogygia’s true nature, that no one can leave. But why torment her with knowledge she didn’t need to know yet?

And if she was going to die, she might rest more peacefully having never known the full truth. He pitied her silently, as he would never age or grow sick while he called this place his home.

Odysseus gestured to the paradise outside, “Well, it’s Calypso’s island. Her paradise. You cannot find Ogygia by searching for it. As far as I understand, it’s simply a matter of fate if the island finds you.” 

Penelope nodded in contemplation. She continued to study him. Of all the questions he expected her to ask, she found one that nearly made him shiver in the warm morning sun. 

“Then… if you are no god, where did you come from?”

His smile began tighter, more pinched, as he tried to answer honestly, “I don’t know. Whatever life I had before… I don’t remember. Calypso tells me I was very hurt when I arrived. I assume whatever injuries I had led me to forget.” 

He shrugged and added, “Or perhaps I was bewitched!”

Odysseus chuckled at such a silly suggestion and stood. He was going to take a walk through the gardens and thought the fresh air might do Penelope some good. She agreed to accompany him. He walked at a slower pace than usual to accommodate Penelope's gait. She walked slowly, as if fatigued already. It didn’t bother him, he spent the time pointing out the many beautiful fixtures the island had to offer. 

Past the series of stone arches draped in vines and flowers, the pathway split into two. One led farther up the mountain while the other led to another guest house. Odysseus walked right past it, ignoring the building with its overgrown ivy nearly concealing it from sight. 

“The bath house is up ahead, if you’d like to… Penelope?”

Odysseus suddenly realized he was alone. He looked around and spotted Penelope making way for the neglected guest house. He jogged after her, confused as to what could be so interesting about this place. 

By the time he caught up with her, she was standing in the open doorway, gazing inside. He came to a stop next to her, but found nothing of interest. The house was as it always was, dim inside since the vines and ivy overtook the windows. The air was a little stale and musty, and cold. 

Penelope spoke softly, “You say this island is a paradise, but this place stands neglected and derelict. Why?”

Odysseus didn’t have an answer. “I’m not sure. It’s my wife’s will.”

This was the house she kept him in while he was recovering, however many years ago that was. 

“What are all the markings on the walls?” Penelope asked. 

He looked closer. He’d nearly forgotten. 

“Oh, I did that,” he said, embarrassed, “I suppose I was overcome with a little bit of madness at the time.”

The walls of the modest house were covered in thin scratch marks. Not erratic like an animal, but in neat rows. 

“I think I carved a line for every day I was here. I can’t possibly fathom why, though.” Odysseus laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, “I’m grateful for Calypso’s patience. I doubt most women would forgive their husbands for vandalizing their house.”

It was probably why Calypso did her best to hide this building from sight. She didn’t need it and Odysseus wasn’t comfortable being reminded of his confusing, maddening past behavior. 

“Come, there’s more to see,” he said, eager to leave. 

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What a coincidence it had to be, for a woman named Penelope to arrive on her shores. Calypso was certain it was his Penelope defiling her island at this very moment. The two of them acted as if they had never met before, but what if it was a ruse on that wretched woman’s part? 

Penelope could simply be biding her time, waiting until she thought Calypso’s guard was down to steal her man away. 

But Calypso was no fool. Odysseus was her love, her husband, hers now. 

It had made her stomach twist to see Ody carrying another woman in her arms the night before. It made her furious when he left this morning to fetch that bitch something to eat, believing Penelope was nothing more than a wayward traveller.

But Calypso knew better and it was up to her to protect her husband from any pains his past might bring. 

In a moment when she was alone, Calypso closed her eyes and concentrated her divine power. She was no mere nymph; she was the daughter of Atlas, a goddess of beauty and magic. Calypso searched her island for a host and found it in a songbird nesting in one of her branches. 

Ogygia was hers to control. All its inhabitants made up her domain. 

She poured her mind into the little bird and took flight, following Odysseus as he wandered down the path to Penelope’s quarters, bearing a tray of food as if he were a mere servant. 

Calypso watched her husband sit with Penelope and even eat together. It disgusted her, made her want to flood the island up to the guest house’s level so that Penelope could drown. But alas, her poor, foolish husband would be in trouble, too. 

Odysseus caught her attention when he said, “...and while she’s certainly queen, I’m only her husband.”

At least he knew his place. At least he remembered who he had to be faithful to. 

Penelope was a clever one, probing Calypso’s unsuspecting husband for information. She seemed curious about him and where he had come from. 

It could’ve all been a coincidence. 

But Calypso was no stranger to fate. She was stranded herself on this isle with no company for a century. The only other times she saw another face was when the occasional god came to visit her with stories in exchange for the ripe fruit or luscious flowers from her garden. But that was only once a decade if she were lucky. 

Then her Odysseus came. Her handsome Odysseus, who needed her hands to heal his broken body and broken heart. But he was a married man when she found him, another cruel twist by the fates. 

Now that he was her spouse, she was never going to let him go. 

Especially not when faced with her greatest challenge yet, another woman. 

Calypso took flight and entered a window high in the mountain where she landed upon the floor of her private chambers. She pulled herself from the body of the poor little bird, now dead from the strain of carrying divinity within itself. 

Her husband knew better than to venture here, to the zenith of the island. Calypso’s most powerful potions and charms laid hidden here, accrued over the many lonely years should she ever need them. 

Stained glass windows in shades of emerald, sapphire, ruby, and gold threw colorful, shifting beams of light across the floor, where a mosaic of the heavens resided. Marble columns lined the circular room. The tables and shelves here were all cluttered with sealed boxes and bottles, some glowing and others humming faintly with power. 

Calypso waved a hand and a heavy, wooden chest popped open. She rifled through its contents until she pulled out a bottle that fit in her palm. It looked as if it were filled with plain water, but she knew better. This was the end result of much trial and error until she had a colorless, odorless, tasteless, and lethal poison. 

She closed her hand around the bottle. 

“You can’t learn,” she said to herself, “You can’t remember. I won’t let you.”

All she had to do was mix this poison with their pitcher of water at dinner tonight and Penelope will be dead by morning. 

Calypso herself might have a faint stomach ache, but it was a price worth paying. Though she wasn’t quite sure of how it would influence her husband, she was more than able to protect him from death here. 

“I’ll keep you safe,” she promised. Safe from the world, from his past, from himself. It was what any good wife would do. 

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Alright! That's all I'm posting for now!

FYI, it's made pretty clear throughout the fic that something's up with Penelope & it's really clear after this part that something else is going on with her. Sorry to spoil the fun, but it's actually Athena in disguise. She's doing some recon on Ogygia to try and figure out wtf happened to her bestie bc she really thought for sure that Ody would recognize her.

[endlessly-cursed]

HL- Nesta Ymir

"𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩."

Name: Nesta Aylen Ymir

Nicknames: Nes, Nessie

Birthdate: 23rd of February, 1883

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

Personality Type (MBTI): NA

Blood Status: Half-blood

Nationality: Norwegian

Physical Appearance

Hair: Auburn

Eyes: Blue

Height: 1.62m

Weight: 63kg

Body Type: Slim

Skin Tone: Fair

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): None

Background

Hometown

Nesta grew up in the extremely sheltered Ymir family, where her onñy education was at Hogwarts, and grew up in Ymir values, until her fifth year when she started questioning said values

Family

Mother: Holofira Ymir, neé Castamere

While her beauty was striking, it was her deep loyalty and her wisdom what drew in Nesta's father, who died young after the twins were born defending the cabin from unwanted intruders. In a show of misguided true love, Holofira continued the milenary Ymir tradition of protecting the legacy.

Sister: Melinoe Sigrid Ymir

Fierce and a Norse through and through, she, unlike her sister, never bought into the Ymir values and always looked for a route to escape their mother and flee with her sister, but it all went downhill when her sister got pregnant.

Daughter: Ephyra Lionette ( @kathrynalicemc )

Her first and only child, she was given away to the Lionette family after the father mysteriously disappeared and was raised as a Lionette

Hogwarts

House: Hufflepuff

Best Class: Herbology

Worst Class: Divination

Boggart: Her father's assassin looming over her

Riddikulus: He instead starts Irish tap dancing

Patronus: NA

Patronus Memory: Playing tag with Meli

Mirror of Erised: Raising a family in her own terms

Amortentia (what she smells like): Snow, rain, hot cocoa and the sea

Amortentia (what she smells): Something related to her love

Career

Nesta never has the chance to build a career for herself

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: Her family, her freedom, her child's safety

Strengths: Caring, hardworking, strong, intelligent and resourceful

Weaknesses: Has little regard for her life, self-sacrificing, stubborn and shy to a default

Stressed: With her mother's rigid rules

Calm/Comforted: Talking and laughing with Meli

Favorites

Colors: Orange, gold, red and white

Weather: Thunderstorm

Hobbies: Needlework, reading, bird-watching and herbology

Fashion: Nesta dresses the family's colours

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: Elon Abu

Five years older than Nesta, they met when she had just turned 21 and he was 26, and clicked instantly, being soulmates, and lived a whirlwind romance, marrying in Gretna Green and soon expecting a child together.

Unfortunately, there was a prophecy that the birth of the next Ymir would bring doom to Nesta's branch and whoever joined it. It became true when their daughter Effy was born.

Nesta had a very difficult pregnancy, with heavy pains and was always bedridden, and her mother's berating was not helping. She went into labour for three and a half days, losing most of her blood. She died of childbed fever and didn't get to meet her daughter. The only thing for Elon was to name his daughter, for he felt something terrible watching over him. He went to face it, and was never seen again.

Melinoe, in an effort to save the baby's life, went to their old friends, the Lionettes, and left a note explaining what had happened and begging them to keep baby Effy away from them until it was time to know the truth.

Friends: None (open!)

Rivals: None (open!)

Trivia

She wanted to be a healer and be the one to open the gate, but her mother always refused

Despite being offered to abort the baby due to the prophecy, she declined, wanting to make her dream come true

She wanted to write a letter to Effy, but was so weak and in so much pain, it never got out of her throat

She loved to make potions and curating salves for the sick animals

After her death, her mother persisted for seven years until she gave out due to heart failures

Melinoe fled, travelling and studying prophecies until she showed up at an adult Effy's doorstep, wanting to tell her herself her mother's story

[tigermousse]

Rewritten

genres: dating simulator, otome, comedy, romance

Did you ever wanted your favorite book character become alive? Of course, you did. So in this game MC has a chance to meet characters from books and even fall in love with one of them (or with every one of them). Because they came out of their books to help MC open her aunt's bookstore in time. You will have a lot of work, but also plenty of time to spend it with your bookish bachelors. You can talk to them, found a place in our world that they would like to visit for a date, and even read into their story - literally - and find more about them.

This game is pretty short, cute, funny and colorful. It is lighthearted and heartwarming, with a tiny bit of drama. The art style is unique, because it differs for every character.

Because a novel is so short, romance feels too rushed, of course. Characters confess love after two days knowing each other. Ok, let's call it love on the first sight.

(yeah, on the first day it is too soon, let's talk about love in two days)

The other problem is that each route alone lacks a conclusion. I think that a little scene in the end would be nice. But after all, if you finish all the routes, you will have a conclusion and some bonus pictures.

MC (Nameable)

MC got a degree in English literature, but now she has a writer's block and in the meanwhile decided to come and help her aunt with the bookstore-opening project and maybe gather some inspiration for writing in the future. Hopefully romance with a book character will help with it.

She is funny, sassy and independent, but kind. I would say that her personality more or less depends on the character she is pursuing

My rating 4/5

Love Interests (MILD SPOILERS AHEAD):

Klaus

Klaus is literally the strong silent type. He is the knight from a fantasy novel and he doesn't talk a lot, but when he does, it is appropriate and to the point. He's really so cute, especially after first date. How can you not love a man, who loves all the creatures, big and small? And also cooks! Definitely a keeper.

My rating 5/5

Dr. Vincent Asimov Nightshade

Nightshade is a [mad] biology scientist from a sci-fi novel. He has seven PhD in botany - and other kinds of fantastic botany. A typical tsundere, and I love tsunderes, scientists and men in glasses. He's a bit of a narcissist, he likes talking about himself. He's sassy, clever but in fact you will find it east to embarrass him, because deep in his soul he's bashful and afraid of his own feelings. So he's confused, but it is a good thing that he will have MC at his side to help him sort the thing out.

My rating 4,5/5

Rosamel

Rosamel is the opposite of Nightshade. He's a poet from a fairy tale and he's in love with love. Sweet-talking, tender and romantic. Prepare yourself for a full-time love bombarding from him.

He seems giddy and airy, but I really loved how bittersweet his backstory turned out. You'll find out why despite his appearance his favorite color is blue and not pink.

My rating 5/5

Amos

Amos is a PI from a mystery detective series that MC liked as a kid. He's working with a bright young detective girl and speaks very fondly of her. So he's the only one whom MC really knew before. He's funny, smart and has got a bubbly personality and a zest for life. There's so many things that will light his interest. And he won't stop talking about them.

For me his story and character were a bit bland, not my cup of tea, but he is a nice guy anyway.

My rating 4/5

Morgan MacAllister (Mac)

Mac is a sea captain from a classic adventure novel which MC has heard about, but hasn't read, because she was intimidated by the seriousness of it. Probably it is a reference to a Moby Dick, though the plot of Mac's book ші different.

He's looking pretty much intimidating and not very talkative. Definitely not a romantic. But if MC chooses to know him better, she'll find out that he has a kind heart and a crude sense of humor. In the past he was harsh to his crew and did thing that he regrets now. But nevertheless now he's caring about MC and tries hard to help her and make her feel comfortable.

My rating 3,5/5

Overall:

Visual: 5/5

Story: 4/5

Characters: 5/5

Romance: 3/5

Originality: 3/5

My Rating: 4/5

The game is free! You can get it on itch.io

[quillheel]

MUN'S FAVORITES. Tag 10 people you want to know better

Favorite color(s): if i'm being honest, my favorites are a TON of very specific colors, my favorite colors are less Overall my favorite colors and more-so the way colors work together, if that makes sense?? you can really tell I'm an artist and who enjoys Impressionism and Fauvism-esque art-styles BGHKTRB if I HAD to pick: blue-greens, wine reds, off-whites, a variety of browns, etc. My favorite colors tend to be warm or otherwise in the general Radius of That, 'earthy tones' or neutrals. ( maybe not what you'd expect when Quillheel's color scheme is a desaturated blue and gold, esp since yellow is surprisingly low on my list BKHB )

Song stuck in your head: One Great City! - The Weakerthans !!! ( The driver checks the mirror seven minutes late / The crowded riders' restlessness enunciates / The Guess Who suck, the Jets were lousy anyway / The same route every day )

Last song you listened to: Expert in a Dying Field - The Beths !!!

3 favorite foods: chicken & broccoli alfredo pasta, strawberry ice-cream ( or Neapolitan, fudge or vanilla bean! ), sea-salt chocolate ( or hazelnut coffee if it counts? )

Dream trip: I really, REALLY want to move to Canada to be with one of my best friend and then get my other bestie up there as well so we can live together, and its 100% a future I'm striving for!!! though, ig that doesn't count since it's technically a future housing prospect not a trip... maybe going to a little city in France or visiting family in Florida? I'm not very sure! I've never been a huge traveler, i enjoy a lot of the smaller moments along the way :] I'd like to Maine again eventually

Anything I want rn: i REALLY want to go to the library and the store and get some books & fabric + stuffing so I can make stuffed animals with 'em since I've recently figured out Some aspects of sewing and find it REALLY enjoyable!!!! ( much more than crochet, funnily! ) I just wanna spend time outside at a park or smth kinda honestly, I don't get the opt often

Tagged by: @dandelicn !!! you technically didnt tag me but like. shhh i took it from you BHGKRBH

Tagging: uuuuuh @gloryseized @lunaright @mightiestbanana @lcngdays @tctartarus @lapismuses @pixels-hub @uptrain @rceway @flockrest if any of you have done this before, do it again /j ( text me and tell me and i'll tag sb else, or you can suggest someone else! idm!! )

[imaginarianisms]

“   Even in the darkest night, if you strike a match, the shadows will flee. This is a law of nature; the darkness yields to the light, no matter how small the flame. ”- Shaera to Dany

Daenerys looks at the Lady Velaryon from behind her shoulder as she turns to face her, with the green dragon Rhaegal snorting smoke and staring directly at Shaera. The Queen of Meereen slowly nods in agreement shuddering as she recalls the House of the Undying in Qarth, the way shadows grasped and clawed at her. It was only through Drogon that she was able to escape that place alive, leaving it a ruin. Clad in the colors of House Targaryen and a crown of amethyst and three dragons upon her silver gold hair with bells interlaced with them, Dany sits on her pillows. It was an exhausting law of nature, truth be told. Soon, House Targaryen was leaving Meereen and Dragon's Bay behind to begin her conquest of Essos... then Westeros.

After the rest of the slavers were crushed by Ser Barristan Selmy, the Unsullied and her supporters while she was away in the Dothraki Sea, the siege had been lifted momentarily but only enough for them to buy some time with the slavers' remaining soldiers establishing themselves further down the Ghiscari coastal roads. Victarion Greyjoy's Iron Fleet and the magic of the red priests of Rh'llor utterly crushed the Volantene fleet capturing hundreds of ships in the process and Tolos quickly being defeated by Victarion and the Meereenese fleet in Yaros and the Battle of Fire took longer than expected, that is, until Daenerys rode forth to Meereen with all the might of her now united khalasar, sworn to her under Vaes Dothrak. The arrival of the dragon queen and her horselords in such sheer numbers sent many of the slavers' armies into a frenzied panic, with many sellsword companies either deserting or turning their cloaks for her and the masters were forced to return to their walls. The Dothraki considered such a thing a sign of cowardice and they had been proven right.

She had just returned from making quick work of razing Yunkai to the ground and burning Astapor for their insolence leaving Ghiscar and the Skahazadhan open again. Elyria surrendered willingly by sending tribute; Tolos resisted and sent a pitiful excuse of an army up the demon road to blockade the Painted Mountains only to be taken quickly by storm by Victarion and the combined Meereenese fleet and later Yaros while the army was away. Qarth had been a short, bloodless siege for the city of merchants were meek, especially when she flew over the three walls of Qarth on Drogon. She had rejected all peace proposals to execute those who betrayed her including the Pureborn, and the Ancient Guild of Spicers, both of whom wished for her death, and Xaro Xhoan Daxos for the Qartheen had scorned her most when they betrayed her. Xaro, the thief so sick with greed, had told her that the Qartheen loved the clink of gold most of all so after she had her bloodriders drag him out of his palace she gave him all the gold he could ask for by pouring molten gold into his eyes, ears and mouth just as Khal Drogo gave her brother Viserys so many years ago, his face seared inward and spilling at her feet. She would have their complete submission and nothing else. She decreed that the Tourmaline Brotherhood give portions of their wealth to the common people, that all the thrones made of great woods, gold, amber, onyx, lapis and jade be destroyed so that the gemstones and woods be used for her supplies, trade routes and house the poor and seven of the Thirteen must be chosen by freedmen henceforth forevermore and left with several chests of riches, precious jewels and spices, treasure ships, eight hundred ships from the Tourmaline Brotherhood, all thirteen hundred ships from the Ancient Guild of Spicers that she'd taken after executing every single member in the guild, a thousand ships from the Thirteen and camelry, all the things that the Qartheen once denied her she took it herself. New Ghis surrendered shortly afterward and sent an elephant cavalry as tribute; it was wise to do so after all they'd heard. Qarth and her colonies Qarkash, Port Yhos and the island of Qal followed suit. The Jade Gates were hers. Daenerys then used a glass candle to gaze upon Asshai beneath the Shadow and touched the dragonhorn Dragonbinder gifted to her by Victarion Greyjoy after he had told her the dangers of King Euron I Greyjoy, how he'd traveled to Valyria, taken Valyrian armor and glories and riches beyond imagining and his intentions for the kraken to marry the dragon much to her horror, and read books on dragonlore and sorcery given to her by Marwyn the Mage of the Citadel. With every passing day, Daenerys Targaryen felt more like a dragonlord sorceress.

Now she has finally returned to Meereen to consolidate her forces and has destroyed the Sons of the Harpy once and for all and executing her royal husband Hizdahr zo Loraq for conspiracy and treason, sending ravens to every daughter of Valyria save Braavos, proclaiming herself as the successor to the Freehold, and all must submit or be brought fire and blood. She would leave Meereen to bring her enemies to heel. She would fight so that no child would ever know what it meant to be bought or sold, and she had every intention of continuing that fight here and beyond. She intended to marry off the sisters, daughters and cousins of previous khals still fiercely loyal to Khal Drogo's cause to her vassals so they could rule those cities in their husbands' names then have them killed in the frontlines of war, reward those loyal to her and place them in high positions in her armies and households, highborn or lowborn, and forbade the selling of slaves, theft, fighting among the Dothraki, hunting of animals during the breeding season, and exempted the poor and the clergy from taxation.

Daenerys' next destination was westward henceforth to Mantarys then Volantis where she intended to throw the masters she'd spared into moats by catapults before crushing them with siege weapons, use her elephantry to charge her enemies, break their ranks instilling fear and terror in them, fly over the Black Walls and set the Old City aflame and let the slaves revolt against their masters like the red priests preached. Most of the work would be done for her, really. Volantis likely didn't require much of a siege or a battle at all, it was simply set up for failure. High Priest Benerro had made certain of that, the red priest Moqorro had reported, with the way thousands of slaves and freedmen gathered in the temple plaza every night to listen to him scream of bleeding stars, a sword of fire that will cleanse the world, that Daenerys Stormborn was the one who was promised, from the fire of Khal Drogo's pyre she was reborn to remake the world, breaking the chains and liberating the slaves, crucifying the masters for their sins and her dragons were firemade flesh. With the Volantene fleet destroyed in Meereen, they would be unable to defeat her armada at sea and lost any advantage they had, the most prominent sellsword companies were either in Westeros as the Golden Company were currently fighting in Westeros for Aegon VI Targaryen, changed their cloaks to Daenerys or destroyed in Meereen, and the majority of the tiger cloaks followed the Lord of Light Rh'llor, and not to mention the popular support she already had amongst the followers of the red god. The siege would be short. Who knows, perhaps the grand revolution would already begin before she even arrived. The true doom of Volantis was its slaves, for it had more slaves than anywhere else in the known world outside of the recently liberated Slaver's Bay, and with the Masters utterly destroyed, Volantis was now the last major practitioner of slavery from the Bones Mountains to the Sunset Sea. Most of the slaves would know this. The rest would be left unsaid. Volantis and all her holdings along the Rhoyne would fall to Daenerys, with many of the city's elites slain.

After Volantis falls, she would reach a zenith, for there would be no one left on the continent of Essos to put up significant resistance to her after she brought the entire coalition of slavers and the most powerful of the Free Cities to heel. With the common people behind her, a few Westerosi knights, several sellsword companies, the Unsullied, a united Dothraki horde at her back, an elephantry, a camelry, large siege weapons taken from Dragon's Bay and some bought from Yi Ti, her armada, and three massive firebreathing dragons, no one in Essos could stop her. With Volantis and her holdings upon the Rhoyne defeated, she would claim the Rhoyne and sail up the river to capture the northern Free Cities of Qohor and Norvos after the others—the Quarreling Daughters Lys, Myr and Tyrosh—would wisely submit, end slavery and welcome her as House Hightower of Oldtown once welcomed Aegon the Conqueror.

Perhaps there was some level of merit to being raised in the Free Cities with Viserys. Dany had loved seeing the ships that came in and out of Braavos as a child so when she asked a sailor from the Summer Isles if she could have a ride on one, the man kindly agreed, and it was one of the most lovely experiences in her life but when she came back to port, Viserys was furious and she'd woken the dragon as he pulled on her hair, screaming that that man could have been one of Robert Baratheon's assassins and he'd kept a closer eye on her ever since, and she'd been grounded in the Sealord's palace for a month. The girl didn't necessarily mind, however, because she could play with the animals in the Sealord's menagerie. She remembered begging Viserys to attend the Festival of the Unmasking and he accepted once they'd received Ser Willem Darry's permission. Dany had worn a dragon mask of crimson and ebony fabric and purple silks that night while she had fun amongst the common people. That was one of the rare times that she enjoyed her girlhood. She'd loved to sit under the cherry blossom trees in Illyrio's manse in Pentos, where it was said that he'd gotten them from the fabled lands of Yi Ti. Dany recalled absolutely adoring the painted glass artisanry, the Myrish lace dresses but most importantly how she desperately wanted to attend academy to learn more about the world, but Viserys thought it would be too great a risk, but in subtle rebellion, she would sit closely nearby when a class was taken outside and listen very carefully. She remembered Viserys having them dye their hair with Tyroshi dyes in multiple different colors in shades of blue, red, green, indigo and even purple to always be one step ahead of Robert Baratheon's assassins. It'd taken his pride but it was better than having their throats slit; she'd wondered if the Tyroshi would make an intricate set of armor for him one day. She barely remembered Lorath and Norvos save for the freezing temperature, mazes created by the mazemakers and the three beautiful bells. Dany recalled having watched a ritual sacrifice to the Black Goat in Qohor in horror and fascination. She used to play in the Rhoyne in on one very long and hot summer day with other children while remembering being absolutely in awe with the Long Bridge and the Black Walls of Volantis while they were under the protection of a noble Volantene family known as the Qoheros, who were heavily involved with the gold and spice trade in the Far East and having three separate manses, one within the Black Walls, one in the city of Volon Therys and the last in the city of Valysar. She remembered playing on the beaches in Lys, running for hours along the sand under the palm trees and into the clear blue waters, and on the rare occasion, she'd managed to get Viserys to make castles of sand where they'd make their ancestral homelands in the sand and to come play with her in the water as she laughed when he'd carry her on his shoulders pretending she was the Queens Rhaenys or Visenya on dragonback; it had been one of their only fleeting happiest moments.

Using her knowledge of the cities and the magisters, archons, and merchant princes who once welcomed the last Targaryens in their homes (only for them to shut them out the longer Robert Baratheon the Usurper reigned) to her advantage, she intended on splitting her forces into two to strike northern and southern Essos at once before the rest of the smaller slaver cities formed another alliance against her. While Daenerys and her main host took Volantis, the Dothraki horde would ideally take both Qohor and Norvos. Daenerys had need for the beautiful colorful armor for her Westerosi knights and sellswords said to be superior to the armor made in Westeros and unrivalled Valyrian steel forges of the Qohorik, for they were the only ones in the world to this day who still possessed the knowledge on how to rework Valyrian steel. Archibald Yronwood had told her that the late Quentyn Martell's mother was Mellario of Norvos and she'd intended on sending Gerris Drinkwater home to Dorne with Quentyn Martell's bones while Archibald Yronwood stayed behind with her to give the Norvoshi noblewoman the news of her son's death intent on winning her and her ex husband Prince Doran Martell of Dorne's allegiances after explaining everything that had happened with Yronwood as her personal witness. Lorath did not practice slavery so she had no need to march further north, the Lorathi along with Saath the last city of the Sarnori people would submit to her rule without any complaints nor objections; she'd intended to use the famed scythed chariots pulled by teams of bloodred horses and driven by both men and women of Sarnor for it was custom for men and women to make war together; the kingdoms of Sarnor and the Valyrian Freehold were once allies, perhaps a renewal would be beneficial. Pentos had no army. It would offer no contest, though she had every intention of paying Magister Illyrio Mopatis a visit after the words that Tyrion Lannister had told her about his treachery. She would give Pentos to the Tattered Prince and ideally Tyrosh to Daario Naharis. The Three Quarreling Daughters would likely have little if any sellsword forces left to defend them and if she played her cards right, she would make the Lyseni family of Rogare powerful both in Lys and in Westeros as they had been centuries ago in the Lyseni Spring after the Dance of the Dragons, for her ancestor was no other than Larra Rogare. It was wise to have more than one financial center for a country as the Rogare Bank and Iron Bank were long ago, too. King's Landing prospered due to the Rogare Bank and increased trade with the Free Cities of Braavos, Lys, Myr, Pentos, and Tyrosh, and other cities and towns of the Seven Kingdoms greatly benefited as well, including Duskendale, Gulltown, Hull, Lannisport, Maidenpool, Oldtown, and White Harbor, and with the financial debt caused by the Baratheon Dynasty, it would be wise to bring more trade back to Westeros. After her conquest of Westeros was over, she had every intention of making trade in Westeros flourish once more. Perhaps she would begin her network of spies in Lys with the help of Daella Velaryon. Myrish lenses would be critical for her armies and scouts, too. Braavos was her final destination in Essos. House Targaryen owed a great deal of gratitude for the Braavosi, particularly the ailing Sealord of Braavos, and she'd have need of the Iron Bank; perhaps she could hire a faceless man or two. She had no intentions of using her armies nor her dragons on Braavos. Most of all, though, Daenerys Targaryen wanted to see her childhood home, that house with the red door and the lemon tree one last time before sailing for Westeros.

She'd already had plans for Victarion, the Iron Fleet and her armada to sail around Valyria while having already sent one of her bloodriders Aggo with a large section of her khalasar to threaten Qohor in the north while her main host of sellswords, her legions of Unsullied and freedmen, her two other bloodriders Jhogo and Rakharo and the vast majority of her khalasar and her dragons crossed the demon road she'd intended on renaming to the dragon road by right of conquest. With Yunkai and Qarth defeated, Daenerys intended to march across the dragonroad to defeat the last of the slavers' coalition. The Mantaryan army would be crushed and the city would fall soon after; she would punish the leaders of Mantarys for executing her envoys, leaving Volantis open. The Dosh Khaleen already called her The Stallion That Mounts The World whom her son Rhaego would have been before the Mother of Mountains and the Womb of the World after slaying her rivals Khal Jhaqo and Khal Moro with dragonfire avenging Eroeh and showing the Dothraki that she indeed was the Unburnt and uniting those who gathered in the Khalar Vezhven all into one khalasar.

She would never abandon her quest to end slavery in favor of the Seven Kingdoms, the slavers' vile retribution had done nothing but harden her resolve and Daenerys realized upon the Dothraki Sea that slavery must be ended everywhere root and stem before sailing for Westeros. Upon the Dothraki Sea, she knew that she was above all else a dragon, not meant to rule Dragon's Bay nor Westeros, but all of it, she was Valyrian and of the blood of Old Valyria and as such she would claim all of the realms of the old Valyrian Freehold and then Westeros like her ancestors Aegon, Rhaenys and Visenya Targaryen the Conquerors. This time, however, it was for a much nobler cause.

Daenerys was finally ready to leave Meereen and Dragon's Bay behind with a set of instructions for Skahaz mo Kandaq the Shavepate who she'd commanded to stay behind with her trusted Meereenese officials Galazza Galare the Green Grace of Meereen and several of her Brazen Beasts in the city after sending her cupbearers home to their families and pyramids. The Ghiscari and the Qartheen were now her vassals and Volantis was next. Dany had taken both Daario Naharis whom she'd recently freed in Yunkai and Irri into her bed that night to relish in their victory.

The armor and saddles she'd commissioned Tyrion for her dragons were just about complete and she'd need to talk about breeding them with him at some point. The ships in her armada were unlike any other, built like swan ships and a combination of techniques of both the Velaryons from their Summer Islands heritage, the fastest ships in the known world and the Greyjoys from the Ironborn reavers. Incredibly quick upon the open seas, it would greatly benefit her and her armies.

Dany would miss these gardens, her persimmon tree and the view of Meereen. The Red Keep of King's Landing was her true home, however. Drogon and Viserion flew above the Great Pyramid and over the armada that had recently just been completed, the red three headed dragons on black sails accompanied by ships of the silver Velaryon seahorse on teal, great ships of red Celtigar crabs on white, ships of the Greyjoy kraken on black, ships of the golden Tyrell rose on green and ships of the red and yellow Martell sun and spear on orange making her heart swell with proud joy.

She'd invited Shaera Velaryon who'd been the closest thing she ever had to a mother and one of her fiercest supporters since the beginning to her gardens in the queens' apartments to discuss important matters before they set sail westward to Volantis.

❝I have decided that as a reward for your loyalty to House Targaryen, I will grant House Velaryon and House Celtigar access and a base of its own in the Jade Gates as your ancestor Corlys Velaryon the Sea Snake and their ancestors sailed past them centuries before to contact Yi Ti, Leng and beyond to bring eastern trade back to Westeros. Now... Lady Shaera, do you perchance recall the House of the Undying in Qarth?❞ the Khaleesi asks, hoping that the other woman did, because it left bitter memories. The Warlocks were not forgiving, yet while she was in Qarth they were no more. ❝The warlocks were trying to consume me... but in that house of dust I received many visions. One of them... I recall discussing it with Ser Jorah. My brother Rhaegar stood with the Princess Elia Martell with my nephew nursing. He said that his son Aegon was 'the prince that was promised and his is a song of ice and fire' and 'there must be one more, the dragon has three heads'...❞ Rhaegal crawls forward, neck lowering slightly, bronze eyes changing from contracted slits to dilated slits and gives a friendly chirps as a greeting, almost as if asking for pets should Shaera be bold enough as the sun's rays illuminate his scales an emerald sheen, tail lashing. Daenerys looked visibly confused, her brows furrowed. Quaithe's visitations didn't help matters either.

❝I've half a mind to bring it up to Marwyn the Mage of the Citadel but I ask you first. You once told me you served my mother the Queen Rhaella Targaryen. You knew my brother well. Did Rhaegar ever speak to you of such things when he was alive? Lord Tyrion tells me that there is a pretender waiting to take my throne in Westeros as we speak. According to him the exile Griffin Lord Jon Connington assists him and Magister Illyrio Mopatis of Pentos has manipulated and lied to me, raising this pretender in secrecy and safety while he sold me to Khal Drogo. He claims to be my nephew Aegon VI Targaryen from the grave.❞ Her voice wavered with pain and venom. She had always wanted a family for so long she would've done anything for it. Was this truly her nephew back from the grave? Rhaegal screeched, several rows of teeth peeking out from his gumline as he growled, taking to the sky to join his brothers, ❝I believe that Rhaegar was right. The dragon has three heads. Three riders for three dragons. Two husbands, perhaps. Long ago, as I'm sure you know, Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen and the Blacks called for dragonseeds, Targaryen bastards and descendants to ride other dragons to war promising knighthood, lands and wealth to anyone who would master a dragon. I intend to do the same. I may be their mother, but there has never been a rider who mounts more than one dragon; I will require control over the other two dragons if my conquest of Westeros is ever going to succeed like Aegon and his sisters have before me. Lady Shaera, whom would you suggest be capable of riding Rhaegal and Viserion? Whom would you suggest would be capable of such a task? I am the last trueborn Targaryen.❞

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Is it so far from madness to wisdom? Chapter 10

Summary: Jon's (too brief) return to Runestone.

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Jon took little with him when he returned home, traveling with just a few saddle bags on the Cannibal. They did not go along the coast, despite it being the easiest and most direct route, and instead turned inward to observe the nearby kingdoms before cutting back towards the Vale.

He stopped first to pay his respect to Lady Jeyne Arryn, with gifts he’d brought from King’s Landing for her and Jessamyn. While her position was too precarious for her to be of much help and she wasn’t about to fall out with House Targaryen, having the actual favor of one’s liege could never hurt.

They insisted he stay a sennight, which he gladly did, and feasted him the night after his return when he was well-rested (and no longer covered in the stench of dragon). If he were only Maegon, he thought they could have a nice married life, Jeyne and he doing their duty, Jessamyn and Jeyne able to stay lovers, and perhaps him finding a “favorite” among the lordlings or knights he were trustworthy enough for it, to avoid any possible bastards.

He took care never to let even a suggestion of a potential betrothal come up for very long. Guiltily, he gave the impression he was hoping for Helaena for a bride, hoping that no one present was the sort of gossip to people in King’s Landing about it.

It would be a good choice, he realized as he dwelt on that. In truth, he had hoped to perhaps use his newfound connections to Dorne to secure a marriage that would start to loosen the tensions between the Seven Kingdoms and their southernmost neighbor. He had not considered Helaena, but could not let the idea go after having it.

They would never be lovers he doubted she would ever want such a thing, and he did not think he would have any romantic interest in her as she was too different from anyone he’d been interested in during his last life. However, knowing that Alicent would never betroth her to Jace, it would remove her from the Greens’ cyvasse board. Aegon would surely have to marry a non-Valyrian for an alliance, perhaps even one of the Baratheon daughters, which would result in his children looking less Valyrian in coloring just as Rhaenyra’s heirs were.

He was steadily approaching his majority, therefore as awkward as thinking through such things made him feel (one of the few advantages to being a bastard in the last life was that a betrothal was likely to only come much later if at all), he knew he would have to add that to his planning.

Certainly he needed some ideas before Daemon tried to force a betrothal on him he definitely wouldn’t want.

After saying his goodbyes to Jeyne and her court, Jon finally continued to Runestone. The Cannibal landed on the field for the dragons and only stayed long enough for Jon to retrieve his bags because he was bribed with a large sheep. After a mental nudge, he flew off to his den under the cliffs, leaving Jon to the human aspects of his home.

He took a moment to himself, first, breathing in the fresh air, staring up at the clear sky. For now he could relax as much as he ever could, safe from most of the machinations of the court for six whole moons.

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When Laenor came to Runestone, he did not come alone. With him were his mother and father. Rhaenys flew beside him on Meleys while Corlys had left earlier by ship, but docked at the nearest port a few hours after the others had arrived.

House Royce was powerful and wealthy for the Vale (though few in Westeros were as wealthy as the Sea Snake at this point in history) and Jon did not mind hosting them for the moon they stayed. He feasted them on local delicacies and imports from Braavos and Lorath, the only ports in Essos that the Velaryons weren’t better situated to trade with and that, from tales of Corlys’ adventures, Jon thought he might enjoy.

As a boy, Jon had dreamt of being Aemon the Dragonknight or Daeron the Young Dragon. As a man, he’d wished he could be Cregan Stark for more than simply his skill with a blade. He’d come to see Corlys Velaryon, too, as a historical figure to respect.

Some Maesters would cast him as a villain, as greedy and grasping, but Jon thought that discounted his great deeds. And Princess Rhaenys’ very real claim to the throne.

If they’d had a man truly like Corlys during the Long Night, Jon thought parts of it might have gone much better. Aurane Waters had been as close as they’d come and his bastard status had always worked against him in Westeros, just as being Valyrian during Robert’s reign had, despite House Baratheon’s own bloodline.

But wonderings like that, he knew if he dwelt on it too long, would simply lead him into questioning whether a man like Corlys Velaryon could have existed in his time, and then a thousand other questions he could never know the answer to.

“If you were older, I would accuse you of trying to seduce me,” Corlys joked during a private dinner when Jon had a hard liquor from north of the Wall (acquired through mostly legal means) brought out for him.

Laenor choked on his drink, his face aflame as he stared at his father incredulously, and Jon had to bite his lip to keep from saying the first, and second, thoughts that came to mind.

“Once I am older,” he settled for, winking towards Rhaenys, “you’ll know I’m seducing you.”

His father’s cousin laughed, hand settling on Corlys’ thigh. “My husband is known for his adventurous spirit.”

“And has surely aged like the finest of wines. Laenor could only hope to be so handsome.”

Laenor covered his ears with his hands and ducked his face against the table. “I’m not listening to this-this blasphemy.”

“I’m afraid your parents know what coupling is, cousin, certainly better than a boy of two and ten.” Laenor may have whimpered then and Rhaenys and Corlys both were too amused to put a stop to the joking.

Their dinners were much different from the ones he had with the Targaryens in the Red Keep. Even when it was only Rhaenyra and her family and allies or Alicent and hers, there was always a tension there, a need for a certain type of decorum among the older members.

What he wouldn’t give to have a maester dose Alicent with something for her nerves.

Rhaenys, Laenor, and he went flying often, and all four of them went out by ship a few times, Corlys seemingly entertained by teaching Jon terms and techniques he thought he should already know (trying to emphasize that his was not a seafaring House only led to Corlys listing off the Velaryons whose blood flowed in House Targaryen).

During their stay, the part of Jon that was little more than a boy kept making him wonder what it would be like if they were his parents or grandparents, made him wish Maegon had been older so he could have been the one to wed Laena.

The last week of their stay turned sour, as though Jon’s thoughts had brought it on, when news came that Daemon and his family were returning to Westeros so that his twin daughters could be presented to their families. The others were ecstatic and Jon could not resent them for that, doing his best to hide his mood as he saw them off to Driftmark for the year.

Another raven, on the tail of the first, was more direct: Daemon all-but ordering Jon to return to the Red Keep more than a moon early so he was there to meet them. Both their parents being dragonriders and perfectly capable of getting to Runestone in a short amount of time mattered not.

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Safaga shore Excursions  

Safaga shore Excursions  offer visitors a chance to immerse themselves in the rich history and traditions of the region. Tourists can explore ancient sites, such as the nearby temple of Karnak, and learn about the area's connection to the ancient trade routes. Additionally, visitors can engage with local artisans and enjoy traditional Egyptian cuisine, providing a deeper understanding of the local culture.

During 2 Days Cairo & Luxor Tour from Safaga Port , you'll explore the breathtaking monuments of ancient Egypt. In Cairo, you'll visit the Great Pyramids of Giza and the Sphinx, marvels of engineering that have stood for thousands of years and are considered one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World. In Luxor, you'll explore the Valley of the Kings, the final resting place of many pharaohs, and the Karnak Temple, a testament to the grandeur and religious devotion of the New Kingdom era.

Excursion To Cairo By Plane From Safaga Portyou can explore the iconic Pyramids of Giza and the enigmatic Sphinx, marveling at these ancient wonders. A visit to the Egyptian Museum will offer you a glimpse into the rich history and treasures of Egypt, including the famous Tutankhamun collection. Additionally, a stroll through the bustling Khan el-Khalili Bazaar will allow you to soak in the vibrant atmosphere and perhaps pick up some unique souvenirs.

Luxor Tours from Safaga Port offer a unique opportunity to explore ancient Egyptian history and culture. With knowledgeable guides, visitors can visit iconic sites such as the Valley of the Kings and Karnak Temple, gaining insight into this fascinating civilization.

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·         Be amazed at the fantastic Safaga Shore Excursions, Disembark from your MSC cruise at the port of Safaga, then Start 2 Days Cairo & Luxor Tour from Safaga Port ,The tour of Cairo and Luxor includes a visit to the Pyramids of Giza, the Valley of the Kings, the Temple of Karnak, and more. You will also have the opportunity to explore the ancient city of Luxor. The tour ends with a return to the port of Safaga. Book your exciting Safaga excursion today and relish the experience of a lifetime. Don’t miss out on the opportunity to explore the wonders of Egypt with this amazing tour. Make your dreams come true!

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·         To begin your Safaga to Cairo tour, our representative will pick you up from Safaga port and take you to Hurghada Airport for a flight to Cairo. start a full-day tour to visit and enjoy an excursion to The Pyramids of Cheops, Chephren, and Mykrrinus. Then proceed to visit the Great Sphinx, which dates from the time of Chephren; the tour also includes a visit to the Valley Temple, which belongs to the pyramid of Chefren. Then have your lunch at a local restaurant and move to visit the Egyptian Museum, which features artifacts from the Pharaonic period. The museum displays a rare collection of 5000 years of art which is considered the largest and most precious collection of Egyptian art in the world. Over 250,000 genuine artifacts are presented, including an exhibit dedicated to Tutankhamun’s collection of treasure, gold, and jewelry which was enclosed in his tomb for over 3,500 years before it was discovered in the 1920s when his tomb was discovered. Our driver will take you to Cairo airport, where you will fly to Luxor with an overnight stay in a hotel.

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·         In the morning, you’ll enjoy breakfast at your hotel before being accompanied by your tour guide to continue your Safaga to Cairo & Luxor tours by visiting Luxor’s landmarks. scout the west bank where you will visit the Valley of the Kings, the magnificence of the grandeur of architecture that was used for burial, there are many kings buried in this valley. The most known tombs are King Tutmosis I, Tutmosis III, Tut-Ankh-Amon, King Ramesses VI, King Mrenptah, and AmonhotepII. Move on to visit the Temple of Queen Hatshepsut, which was built by Queen Hatshepsut, daughter of Thutmosis I, who ruled Egypt for about 20 years during the 18th Dynasty (approximately 1490-1469 B.C), the only pharaonic woman who reigned ancient Egypt. You will pass by the colossi of Memnon which are remains of the mortuary temple of Amenhotep III. Continue driving to the east bank of Luxor to enjoy having your lunch at a local restaurant, before moving to visit Karnak Temples, the greatest example of worship in history, dedicated to God Amon, his wife Mut, and their son Khonsu. End your tour by visiting the Temple Of Luxor, and later you will be driven back to Safaga Port.

·         The suggested 1-day tours will include the following: • Private speaking Egyptologist tour guide. • Domestic Flight Hurghada / Cairo / Cairo /Luxor • 1 Night accommodation in Luxor Hotel • Transportation with A/C van to all the mentioned sites. • Entrance fees to all the mentioned sites. • Lunch meal at a local restaurant in Cairo. • Mineral water. • Service charge and tax.

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Discover the Majestic Dynjandi Waterfall | A Journey from Isafjordur

The Journey from Isafjordur to Dynjandi Waterfall

For travelers based in Isafjordur, the journey to Dynjandi is a scenic adventure in itself. The route from Isafjordur to Dynjandi Waterfall takes you through the dramatic landscapes of the Westfjords, where steep cliffs meet the sea, and narrow roads wind through untouched wilderness. The Westfjords are one of the most remote and unspoiled parts of Iceland, making the drive a rewarding experience for nature lovers and photography enthusiasts alike.

The Dynjandi Waterfall tour from Isafjordur typically involves a drive along the winding coastal roads, offering panoramic views of fjords and mountains. As you approach the waterfall, the anticipation builds as you catch glimpses of Dynjandi from a distance, its powerful cascade visible even from miles away. The tour offers a blend of adventure and tranquility, with stops along the way to admire the Westfjords’ unique scenery.

The Magnificence of Dynjandi Waterfall

Upon arriving at Dynjandi, visitors are immediately struck by its grandeur. Dynjandi is actually a series of seven waterfalls, with the largest at the top, cascading down like a bridal veil. The main waterfall, Dynjandi, drops 100 meters, but when you factor in the entire series of falls, the total height exceeds 300 meters. Each waterfall below the main one has its own name and charm, contributing to the overall beauty of the site.

The Dynjandi Waterfall tour allows you to walk up a well-maintained path that leads closer to the base of the waterfall, giving you the chance to feel the mist on your face and hear the thunderous roar of the water. The hike is relatively easy and offers several vantage points where you can stop and take in the view of the cascading water against the backdrop of the Westfjords’ dramatic mountains.

The area around Dynjandi is also home to a diverse range of flora and fauna. During the summer months, the surrounding fields bloom with wildflowers, and birds such as puffins, Arctic terns, and eiders can often be spotted in the vicinity. This natural diversity adds another layer of interest to the Dynjandi Waterfall tour, making it an enriching experience for nature lovers.

Why Choose a Dynjandi Waterfall Tour from Isafjordur?

Choosing a Dynjandi Waterfall tour from Isafjordur offers several advantages. First, Isafjordur is one of the largest towns in the Westfjords, providing convenient access to amenities and accommodations before or after your tour. The town itself is charming, with colorful houses, historical buildings, and a picturesque harbor. For travelers looking to experience both the cultural and natural beauty of the Westfjords, Isafjordur serves as the perfect starting point for a day trip to Dynjandi.

Additionally, guided tours from Isafjordur provide expert commentary on the history, geology, and cultural significance of the region. The Westfjords have a rich history, including Viking settlements and tales of Icelandic folklore, which your guide will share along the way. These insights add depth to your experience, helping you understand the significance of Dynjandi and its place in Icelandic culture.

Practical Information for Your Dynjandi Waterfall Tour

For those planning a Dynjandi Waterfall tour from Isafjordur, it’s important to be prepared for the journey. The drive from Isafjordur to Dynjandi Waterfall typically takes about 1.5 to 2 hours each way, depending on road conditions. The roads in the Westfjords can be narrow and winding, so it’s important to take your time and drive carefully.

The best time to visit Dynjandi is during the summer months, from June to August, when the weather is mild, and the roads are accessible. In the winter, heavy snow and ice can make travel in the Westfjords more challenging, and some roads may be closed. However, for those seeking a winter adventure, guided tours may still be available, offering a unique perspective on the frozen beauty of the Westfjords.

When visiting Dynjandi, it’s essential to wear comfortable hiking shoes and dress in layers, as the weather in Iceland can be unpredictable. Bring a waterproof jacket, as the spray from the waterfall can be intense, especially if you plan to hike close to the base. Don’t forget to bring a camera to capture the stunning views — the sight of Dynjandi framed by the rugged Westfjords is a picture-perfect moment.

Conclusion: An Unforgettable Experience in the Westfjords

A Dynjandi Waterfall tour from Isafjordur is an unforgettable journey into one of Iceland’s most beautiful and remote regions. From the scenic drive through the Westfjords to the awe-inspiring sight of Dynjandi itself, this tour offers a perfect blend of adventure, nature, and tranquility. Whether you’re a first-time visitor to Iceland or a seasoned traveler, the experience of standing at the base of Dynjandi, surrounded by the raw beauty of the Westfjords, is sure to leave a lasting impression.

For those seeking to explore the wonders of Iceland’s untouched wilderness, a visit to Dynjandi is a must. Let the majestic waterfall and the serene landscapes of the Westfjords inspire your next adventure.

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9 Most Adventurous Places in Thailand Tour Packages

Thailand is renowned for its stunning beaches, rich culture, and delectable cuisine. However, beyond its renowned tourist attractions lie a plethora of adventurous destinations waiting to be explored. For thrill-seekers and adventure enthusiasts, Thailand offers an array of adrenaline-pumping experiences that are bound to leave a lasting impression. Here are the nine most adventurous places to include in your Thailand tour packages: Khao Sok National Park: Nestled in southern Thailand, Khao Sok National Park boasts one of the oldest rainforests in the world, offering unparalleled opportunities for adventure. Trek through lush jungles, kayak along tranquil rivers, and discover hidden caves adorned with stunning limestone formations. Wildlife enthusiasts can spot exotic animals such as gibbons, elephants, and even the elusive Malayan sun bear. Chiang Mai: Located in northern Thailand, Chiang Mai is a haven for adventure seekers. Embark on a thrilling zipline tour through the dense jungle canopy, soar high above the treetops, and enjoy breathtaking views of the surrounding landscape. For the more daring, rock climbing and bungee jumping are popular activities that offer an adrenaline rush like no other. Pai: Tucked away in the mountains of northern Thailand, Pai is a charming town renowned for its laid-back vibe and stunning natural beauty. Adventure enthusiasts flock here to explore the surrounding countryside on motorbike, traversing winding mountain roads and discovering hidden waterfalls along the way. Koh Tao: Known as the diving capital of Thailand, Koh Tao offers some of the best diving and snorkeling opportunities in the country. Dive enthusiasts can explore vibrant coral reefs teeming with marine life, including colorful tropical fish, sea turtles, and even whale sharks. For those new to diving, the island offers a variety of certified diving courses suitable for all levels. Railay Beach: Accessible only by boat, Railay Beach is a paradise for rock climbing enthusiasts. With towering limestone cliffs overlooking pristine beaches, Railay offers some of the best climbing routes in Southeast Asia. Whether you're a seasoned climber or a beginner, there are routes available for all skill levels, making it the perfect destination for adventure seekers. Erawan National Park: Located in the western part of Thailand, Erawan National Park is home to the stunning Erawan Waterfall, a seven-tiered cascade surrounded by lush jungle. Visitors can hike through the park's pristine wilderness, swim in the emerald pools beneath the waterfall, and spot exotic wildlife along the way in our Thailand tour packages. Krabi: Situated along Thailand's southern coast, Krabi is a mecca for adventure lovers. Kayak through mangrove forests, explore hidden caves, and snorkel in crystal-clear waters filled with colorful marine life. For the ultimate adrenaline rush, try cliff jumping at Railay Beach or rock climbing at Ton Sai Beach. Pai Canyon: Offering breathtaking views of the surrounding countryside, Pai Canyon is a must-visit destination for adventure enthusiasts. Traverse narrow ridges and rocky pathways as you explore this stunning natural wonder. The canyon is particularly spectacular at sunset, offering a truly magical experience. Doi Inthanon National Park: As Thailand's highest peak, Doi Inthanon offers unparalleled opportunities for adventure and exploration. Trek to the summit for panoramic views of the surrounding mountains and valleys, or hike through the park's pristine forests, home to a diverse array of flora and fauna in our Thailand tour packages. In conclusion, Thailand is not only a paradise for beach lovers and foodies but also a haven for adventure seekers. From lush rainforests and towering mountains to pristine beaches and vibrant coral reefs, the country offers a wealth of adventurous destinations just waiting to be discovered. So, why not add some excitement to your next Thailand tour packages and embark on the adventure of a lifetime?

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Sailing the Whitsundays: A Nautical Paradise

The Whitsunday Islands, nestled off the coast of Queensland, Australia, are a sailor's haven, offering a unique and unforgettable experience for those seeking an adventure on the high seas. Sailing through the Whitsundays is a dream come true for enthusiasts and novices alike, with its crystal-clear waters, pristine beaches, and a diverse array of marine life. Let's explore what makes sailing in the Whitsundays a truly exceptional maritime adventure.

The Whitsunday Islands: A Tropical Archipelago

The Whitsundays consist of 74 stunning islands, each with its own unique charm and natural beauty. Picture-perfect landscapes, dense rainforests, and vibrant coral reefs create a mesmerizing backdrop for your sailing journey. Whether you're an experienced sailor or a first-time adventurer, navigating the calm azure waters around these islands is an experience like no other.

Whitehaven Beach: A Slice of Paradise

No trip to the Whitsundays is complete without a visit to the world-renowned Whitehaven Beach. With its pure white silica sand stretching for seven kilometers, it's consistently ranked among the top beaches globally. Drop anchor and step onto the velvety sands, where the turquoise waters meet the shore, creating a breathtaking panorama that begs to be explored.

Snorkeling and Diving Extravaganza

Beneath the surface lies a vibrant underwater world teeming with colorful coral formations and an abundance of marine life. Grab your snorkeling gear and dive into the warm, inviting waters to discover the magic of the Great Barrier Reef. From clownfish to giant clams, the Whitsundays offer a kaleidoscope of marine wonders, making it a diver's paradise.

A Sailing Experience for Every Sailor

Whether you're a seasoned sailor or a novice, the Whitsundays cater to all levels of expertise. Charter your private yacht, join a group sailing tour, or hire a skipper to guide you through these idyllic waters. The gentle winds and well-marked channels make it an ideal destination for those eager to hoist the sails and set forth on an adventure.

Sunset Serenity and Stargazing

As the day winds down, witness the spectacular Whitsunday sunset from the deck of your sailing vessel. The sky transforms into a canvas of warm hues, casting a magical glow over the islands. After dark, far away from city lights, the Whitsundays provide a clear canvas for stargazing. Marvel at the Southern Hemisphere constellations as you enjoy the tranquility of the night at sea.

Planning Your Whitsunday Sailing Adventure

Before embarking on your Whitsunday sailing escapade, ensure you plan accordingly. Check the weather, research sailing routes, and consider the various islands you want to explore. Whether you're seeking a romantic getaway, a family adventure, or a solo exploration, the Whitsundays offer diverse experiences for all.

In conclusion, sailing the Whitsundays is not just a vacation; it's a journey into a nautical paradise. With its breathtaking landscapes, aquatic wonders, and sailing opportunities for every enthusiast, the Whitsundays beckon those with a love for the sea to set sail and create lasting memories on these enchanting islands.

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Dushyant Varma - Adventure Travel: Thrilling Activities and Destinations for Adrenaline Junkies

Dushyant Varma Maharani Bagh - For those who crave an adrenaline rush and seek out adventure, there are a number of thrilling activities and destinations around the world that are sure to satisfy your sense of adventure. From thrilling activities like bungee jumping, skydiving and white water rafting, adventure travel is all about pushing your limits and experiencing the world in new and exciting ways. In this blog Dushyant Varma Southern Avenue, will explain some of the best adventure travel activities and destinations for adrenaline junkies.

Trekking in the Himalayas

The Himalayan mountain range in India is the highest in the world and offers some of the best trekking experiences. From easy walks to challenging climbs, there is a trek for every level of hiker. The most popular treks in India include the Chadar Trek, the Roopkund Trek, and the Markha Valley Trek. These treks take you through breathtaking scenery, including snow-capped peaks, glaciers, and pristine lakes.

Scuba Diving in the Andaman and Nicobar Islands

The Andaman and Nicobar Islands are a group of islands located in the Bay of Bengal. Dushyant Varma Shillong says, this islands offer some of the best scuba diving experiences in India, with crystal-clear waters, colorful coral reefs, and a wide variety of marine life. Popular diving sites include Havelock Island, Neil Island, and Cinque Island. The islands also offer opportunities for snorkeling, sea walking, and other water sports.

Surfing in Bali

Bali is known for its stunning beaches and world-class surfing spots. From beginner-friendly breaks to world-famous waves, there are plenty of options for surfers of all levels. The island's warm waters and consistent swells make it a popular destination for surfers from around the world. The best time to surf in Bali is from April to October when the waves are at their most consistent and the winds are favorable.

Skydiving in Dubai

Dushyant Varma says, For those who want to experience the rush of free-falling from a plane, skydiving in Dubai is a must-do adventure activity. The city's skyline and desert landscape make for a unique and unforgettable skydiving experience. Tandem skydiving is the most popular option for beginners, but experienced skydivers can also try a solo jump or a wingsuit jump.

Scuba Diving in the Great Barrier Reef

Exploring the depths of the ocean and encountering exotic marine life is a thrilling experience for any adventure traveler. The Great Barrier Reef in Australia is one of the most famous diving destinations in the world, offering divers the chance to swim with colorful fish, sea turtles, and even sharks. With clear waters and diverse marine life, it's a bucket list destination for any diving enthusiast.

Canyoning in the Swiss Alps

Dushyant Varma says, Canyoning is an adventure sport that involves descending waterfalls and canyons using various techniques such as rappelling, swimming, and jumping. The Swiss Alps offer some of the best canyoning experiences in the world, with breathtaking views and thrilling descents. From beginner-friendly canyons to advanced routes, there are plenty of options for canyoning enthusiasts of all levels.

Safari in Tanzania

For a wild adventure unlike any other, a safari in Tanzania offers the chance to see some of the world's most exotic animals up close. From lions and elephants to giraffes and zebras, the Serengeti National Park is home to an incredible array of wildlife. Guided safaris allow you to get up close and personal with the animals while still maintaining a safe distance.

Climbing Mount Kilimanjaro in Tanzania

At over 5,895 meters, Mount Kilimanjaro is Africa's tallest mountain and one of the world's Seven Summits. Climbing to the summit is a challenging but rewarding adventure that takes you through five different ecosystems, from lush rainforest to barren alpine desert. Although no technical climbing skills are required, the altitude and physical demands of the climb make it a challenging and rewarding adventure for experienced hikers and climbers.

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After the United States entry into World War II and faced Japanese maritime superiority in the Pacific, Alaska was vulnerable to attack. The only means of supplying military forces there was by air or sea, both of which were vulnerable to Japanese interdiction. With the agreement of Canada, the U.S. government moved on plans to build an overland supply route from the Canadian railhead and road junction town of Dawson's Creek in British Columbia, across Yukon to Fairbanks, Alaska. Work began on 8 March 1942 by the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers (USACE) - along with civilian contractors and Canadian military personnel - with the objective of completing at least a primitive "pioneer road" before the onset of winter. The need to finish accelerated when Japanese forces invaded the Aleutian Islands in June 1942. Working from both ends toward the middle, the engineers had to construct the road over inhospitable terrain that included the Canadian Rockies, forests and tundra in climates that ranged from 70 degrees above to 70 degrees below 0 f. The leading bulldozers of the converging 18th and 97th Engineers met in the vicinity of Beaver Creek near the Alaska-Canada border on 25 October 1942, and was officially dedicated on 20 November. The Alaska - or ALCAN (Alaska-Canada) - Highway was open to civilian traffic after the war. DID YOU KNOW The Army engineers built more than 200 bridges and 8,000 culverts along the route of the Alaska Highway. In the segregated U.S. Army of World War II, three of the seven Engineer regiments in the Provisional Engineers Brigade were all-black, or "colored" units. Of 10,607 U.S. Army Corps of Engineer (USACE) soldiers who worked on the road, 3,695 were African American. #Armyhistory #USArmy #TRADOC #AlaskaHighway #thisdayinarmyhistory #ArmyEngineers #CorpsofEngineers Posted @withregram • @armyhistory https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpilllyui7H/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[rocketonthemoon]

so the @thebreakfastgod posted these excellent looks yesterday and then I listened to “Test Flight” from the How To Train Your Dragon soundtrack for two hours and entered a fugue state and this happened 

It’s hard to hear.

Between the band doing their best to egg the crowd on, the shouts and jeers and chants from the stands, and the blood making the ringing in her ears pulse a techno beat Kara can barely make out that Alex is speaking. Sam knocks their pads together, raising a brow when Kara meets her eye. A thumbs up with her good hand, a knock and grimace back around her mouth guard is all she has breath for at the moment. Plus Alex is halfway through her motivational speech. She’d hate to interrupt now.

“- and fuck Gotham thinking they can steal this game!” Alex is yelling now, more than her usual bark. Her eyes burn as she looks around the huddle. “This is our house, our game, our title!” The team growls their agreement around her, louder and louder with every word out of their quarterback. “We’re too far to kick and fuck stopping the clock anymore.” Alex locks eyes with Kara. 

Black face paint smears down her cheeks from sweat and Kara knows for a fact Alex is two seconds away from chewing through another mouthguard this season. Kara’s own head throbs. Her wrist aches something fierce from that last tackle. It’s definitely sprained; maybe even fractured since she’s pretty sure she can’t move her thumb. But her sister is giving her the same look she used to when they were kids right before giving the neighbor boys hell.

And Kara feels like she could fly. 

“Run the route,” Alex says, steady and firm. Kara nods. It’s Sam’s turn to get an order as Alex barks out the play - “Super Reign!”

Their yell is almost immediately swallowed by the crowd as they break the huddle. The techno ringing in her ears picks up again, beating faster as her pulse races. A quick glance up at the board only makes it worse. Twenty-three to twenty-seven, Gotham. Third and Ten. Fifteen seconds of play left in the game. And the play clock counts down underneath it all. 

20…

19….

She knows she needs to focus, needs to line up, needs time to set in order for the play to work. But Kara stands unmoving from where the huddle broke and scours the crowd.

It’s dumb. She’s wasting time. She said she wasn’t going to come - she never comes to games. All noise and drunk bros and middle-aged alumni reliving their glory days through adrenaline filled kids slamming into each other on gridiron field… but Kara still searches.

15… 

14…

“Danvers! Move it!”

Brainy’s obnoxious green hat sticks out in a sea of NCU blue and white and Gotham black and gold, Nia hopping from foot to foot next to him. They’re tucked about halfway up the stands behind the home bench, almost obscured by the giant frat bros in front of them. But Kara can just make out the hint of a blue and white beanie, crammed down over dark hair and a maroon scarf pulled up over what Kara knows is an anxiously bitten lip. 

Lena came to watch. 

12…

11…

“Kara!”

She’s half in position when Alex turns to spit fire. The maniacal look is back in Alex’s eyes as she calls out nonsense. Gotham on the other side of the line doesn’t even twitch. Kate Kane’s mouth moves in a smug sneer, taunting Sam with whatever trash talk she’s come up with between plays. 

7…

6…

Sam tilts her head over her shoulder to meet Kara’s gaze. 

5…

“Argo!”

Kara watches Kane’s mouth stop mid-word as Sam sprints backwards towards the pocket. Kara’s almost halfway to the line herself before Alex finishes the word. Her feet set, same time she knows Sam’s do behind her. One second. Two. Gotham’s golden helmets swing back and forth trying to track the last minute change of position. 

“HIKE!”

The ball snaps and Kara’s over the line. No flag, no whistle. She’s free. 

Time starts ticking down what little’s left in the game and Kara knows this is it. In the corner of her vision she sees the line shift. X’s and O’s run colorful arrows as the play runs in her head. A “fake” shovel from Alex to Sam. Gotham takes the bait, following the quarterback as she breaks towards the sideline, trying to stay in the pocket. Kara charges ahead. For a moment, Montoya’s in front of her, confusion plain behind her face mask as she watches something happen behind Kara. It’s just a moment. Kara’s already blowing past, counting in her head. 

3… 2… 1… 

She looks back just in time to see Sam launch the ball. Out of the pocket and miles away from the nearest tackle, Sam’s throw is a thing of beauty. An absolute rocket of a pass. One Kara would normally sit back and watch in awe and appreciation if it weren’t for the fact that her lungs were burning with the effort to push her body to the limit to catch up. 

She’s not worried about being caught. Kane’s the only one with the speed to catch her and Kara’s pretty sure she’s fifteen yards back and away. Nothing between her and the rapidly approaching end zone but open field.

Just have to catch it.

The ball arcs down. Kara reaches up, hands flexing open. Her wrist pulses in protesting agony and suddenly something clips at her heels – Kane? Kara doesn’t look so much as shifts slightly to see a flash of black and gold barreling down on her.

And it’s brief. Only a second. But the check on Kane makes Kara fall the barest bit behind the ball flight path. 

It’s just out of reach. Sinking closer and closer to the field. Kane’s almost on her and the end zone is right. There. Kara tries to go faster, tries to push off harder as she runs but there’s just not… enough… time.

Somewhere behind her Sam and Alex scream. The ringing pulse in her ears drops away and the crowd holds their breath.

Kara dives across the end zone line.

Later, they’ll tell Kara how Kate Kane ran like something possessed to catch up with her. They’ll show her replay after replay of her fingers tipping the ball back into the safety of her sticky palm, Kane dives for Kara’s ankles. They’ll ask her over and over again how it feels to make the championship winning catch with only one hand and a leap of faith. 

But lying there in the grass, ball held up over her head and the fans roaring so loud she can barely hear herself pant for breath, Kara can only beam at the sky and wonder if this is what it means to soar.

[yurimother]

The Best Yuri of 2020

2020 was hell in every way, and many of us are looking forward to new possibilities and advances in 2021. However, the year brought us many small moments and gifts worth celebrating. Among these, the explosive growth and change within the Yuri genre are among the most precious and most outstanding achievements. This second century of Yuri opened with a bang, as phenomenal new works, creators, and moments made their mark and helped change the future genre.

This annual list is a celebration of just a handful of the fantastic titles, people, and events in Yuri. There are likely some even greater ones that did not make the list because there is so much content in both English and Japanese that even I cannot keep up. However, among the troves of treasure, these titles stood out as shining examples of Yuri excellence. Some were released this year, others were recently adapted into English, and still, others are established titles that rose to prominence to dominate the conversation and my mind this year, but every one of them is worthy of being on this list and in your heart.

Here is the Best Yuri of 2020!

15: The Curse of Kudan Remastered

Japanese Yuri visual novel developers show no sign of slowing down as they continue to push to new heights and try new ideas. These are the same amazing people who brought us the delightful educational Yuri game The Expression Amrilato and the hilarious and surprisingly queer OshiRabu: Waifus Over Husbando’s. However, this most recent release, The Curse of Kudan Remastered, is their best work yet. Released near Halloween, this game brings a new edge of dark mystery and the occult to Yuri audiences worldwide.

The Curse of Kudan is available on MangaGamer, JAST USA, Denpasoft, and Sekai Project.

14: Adachi and Shimamura

English audiences were finally treated this year to Hitoma Iruma’s long-running and wildly successful Yuri light novel series, Adachi and Shimamura. Although the story struggles to gain traction, dedicated readers’ have their patience rewarded with a sweet tale full of gay pining. Alternatively, you can jump into its stellar anime adaptation, with gorgeous visuals and realized characters you will actually be willing to put up with the annoying Yashiro just to see where the title characters go. The series shows no sign of slowing down either, as the manga adaptation is coming to Western audiences next year.

Adachi and Shimamura is available to stream on Funimation. The light novel series is published by Seven Seas - https://amzn.to/3rTSZTK

Honorable Mention: Happy Go Lucky Days

The OVA adaptation of Fragtime got most of the attention this year. Still, director Takuya Satou and Pony Canyon also gave us this much-overlooked “love is love” anthology movie based on Takako Shimura’s manga (Sweet Blue Flowers, Wandering Son). The first short in the film, “Happy,” is easily the best Yuri anime of the year. It follows the beautiful yet realistic queer love story of two women hooking up at a mutual ex-girlfriend’s wedding, only for the relationship to blossom and warm viewers’ hearts. Sadly, while stylized, the budget demanded the animation cut a few too many corners. Additionally, the subsequent stories are at best tedious and at worst alarmingly problematic, which is why Happy Go Lucky Days only gets an honorable mention.

The OVA is streaming on HIDIVE

13: Mieri Hiranishi

The Yuri scene has many colorful creators with a breadth of different ideas and stories in the genre, yet few have provided as much humor and joy as Mieri. This talented creator spectacularly tumbled into the scene with her manga essay The Moment I Realized I Wasn’t Straight, which embodies the brutal honesty and realism of Nagata Kabi and matches it with exaggerated hilarity. She continues to chronicle her painful struggles of being a butch girl in love with butch girls in the monthly series The Girl that Can’t Get a Girlfriend. Alternatively, you can follow her on Twitter for just as much heart and laughter.

Read The Girl that Can’t get a Girlfriend on Tapas and Webtoon.

12: My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom!

My Next Life as a Villainess has what can only be described as volcanic bisexual energy. Every character protagonist Catarina Claes encounters is entirely enthralled by her. Of course, she is far too preoccupied with her quest to avoid doom flags and change her ultimate fate to notice any romantic interest. The series is rewarding and well structured, as views are just as focused on how Catarina plans to avoid certain doom as they are with the various romantic misses her band of companions cooks up. While the “friendship ending” did not capitalize on its Yuri potential, it was perhaps the most satisfying possibility for this crazy harem, at least until season two comes out, which looks, unfortunately, to be significantly less queer.

My Next Life as a Villainess is streaming on Crunchyroll

11: Love Me for Who I Am

Kata Konayama’s manga series is less Yuri than a general LGBT work, but it has a lesbian character and explores her identity and struggles in great detail. Few titles before have captured the exciting and nervous waves of emotions that young people feel as they explore gender and sexual identities and try to find themselves. This heartfelt and extremely queer series rubberbands between cute moe dress up to tragic and gripping backstory, keeping readers on their toes the whole time.

Love me for Who I Am is published by Seven Seas - https://amzn.to/3rTSZTK

10: A Summer’s End – Hong Kong 1986

Oracle and Bone’s debut visual novel, A Summer’s End, is set in a vibrant and electric 1980’s Hong Kong. Drawing inspiration from classic Asian cinema, music, and fashion. The worlds of Michelle, a young office worker, and a free-spirited woman named Same collide. The two struggle to comprehend and accept each other’s feelings just as they struggle against society’s expectations and prejudices. An incredibly thoughtful and touching adventure, the creators incorporated vital contemporary elements include Asian LGBTQ rights and growing political unrest in Hong Kong, into this illustrious game.

The visual novel is available on Steam.

Honorable Mention: Goodbye, My Rose Garden

In the same vein as A Summer’s End, Goodbye, My Rose Garden is a beautiful period piece that incorporates LGBT views into its shattering narrative. The story follows a bright-eyed immigrant, Hanako, wanting to make a new life in England as an author at the dawn of the twentieth century. She takes a job as a maid to noblewoman Alice, but their relationship takes a turn when Alice asks Hanako to kill her. This poignant tale is beautiful and an honest depiction of love and its conflict with responsibility and society.

Goodbye, My Rose Garden is published by Seven Seas Entertainment - https://amzn.to/3hFSyaG

9: Shio Usui

Usui’s hit Shaikaijin Yuri manga Doughnuts Under a Crescent Moon could easily take this spot even though it is not even out in English until February 2021. The manga is already making waves and receiving constant praise. The characters and their journey to discover love and self-acceptance are as charming as they are relatable and grounded. However, it is the creator, Usui, who really deserves acclaim. Not just for their work on Doughnuts, but having a second serialized story, Onna Tomodachi to Kekkon Shitemita, in monthly Yuri magazine Comic Yuri Hime simultaneously. It is even more remarkable when you consider these two iconic stories are Usui’s first long-running works, as they only contributed one-shots before.

8: Bloom Into You: Regarding Saeki Sayaka

Bloom Into You is possibly the most iconic Yuri series in the past decade, and while the manga deserves its own place on this list, the best thing to come out of the series as a whole is easily the light novels. This trilogy by Adachi and Shimamura creator Hitoma Iruma dives deep into supporting cast member Sayaka. Readers are treated to a delightful journey as she discovers her sexuality, experiences heartbreak, and finally finds herself breaking free and falling in love. With the help of gorgeous illustrations by Nakatani Nio herself, Iruma masterfully captures Sayaka’s unique voice and emotions in this wonderful series. Whether a fan of the originals or not, every Yurijin must check out Regarding Saeki Sayaka.

The light novel series is published by Seven Seas - https://amzn.to/3hFSyaG

7: Our Teachers are Dating

The best a Yuri can get. This workplace romance follows two teachers at the start of a new relationship taking nervous yet enthusiastic first steps, including saying I love you, going on their first date, and even sleeping together. It is so heartfelt and salacious that readers will squeal the whole time. Additionally, our heroines are supported in their relationship by everyone they know, their students, colleagues, and even the principal. It is a perfect world for these two lovebirds! Our Teachers are Dating would easily be number one or two in any other year, but the competition is fierce in 2020. So even though this is only number seven, it is still a master class Yuri manga.

The manga is published by Seven Seas Entertainment - https://amzn.to/38XY3O9

6: Amongst Us

Who would have thought that a comedy alternative universe story spinoff of a fantasy action series would be the single best Yuri webcomic this year? Shilin’s astounding artwork illustrations the hilarious and irresistible journey of girlfriends Blackbird and Veloce. These two eccentric young women get into all kinds of everyday mischief that bounces between tender and touching romance, completely outrageous comedy, and downright thirst-inducing sorcery. Seriously, you should buy the first volume for Veloce’s back muscles alone. The storyline skips between time, but both their established relationship and their meeting as teenagers are adorkable and captivating.

Amongst Us is available online free on Webtoon and the comic’s website. The first volume is in paperback on Shilin’s site.

Honorable Mention: Éclair

There are a lot of Yuri anthologies out there, and they have done some beautiful things. Many focus on themes like Syrup. Others collect a series of stories by an author into one bound work. However, out of all of them, Éclair is the most successful. ASCII Media Works took some of the genre’s most extraordinary creators and let them do whatever they wanted, and the results are spectacular. The incredible talent behind Éclair somehow packs a full volume’s worth of story and character into just a few pages with every chapter. While the first volume came overseas a few years ago, Yen Press gave Yurijin a gift this year by releasing the entire rest of the series in which readers can get lost.

The anthology series is published by Yen Press - https://amzn.to/38XY3O9

5: I’m in Love with the Villainess

A small trend of isekai Yuri with villainesses emerged recently, and I honestly had few hopes of I’m in Love with the Villainess. The series is pretty popular, but I often find that this does not denote quality, and with isekai having some institutional issues, I suspected this would fall flat. Then the volume three cover showcased an incredible accomplishment, allowing for a lesbian relationship to blossom into a family with children, and it blew me away. Finally, I read volume one and realized that the series has incredible character, some of the best world-building I have ever seen in a light novel, thoughtful discussions of inequality and societal issues, and most impressively, open and frank discussion of queer identity and life Yuri has ever seen! This one is something special.

The series is published by Seven Seas Entertainment - https://amzn.to/3nedvdZ

4: The Last of Us Part II

Yes, I know this one is not Yuri and that a portion of the population despises this game and will likely be exceptionally angry at me for including it. However, I maintain that it was an incredibly challenging masterpiece. Naughty Dog did not take the easy route out and delivered one of the most devastating media experiences I have ever seen. As I said in my article about the game, playing it changed me, and it sticks with me to this day. The Last of Us Part II earns its spot on this list because it pushed boundaries more with LGBTQ inclusion than any other AAA game. From brave inclusion of LGBTQ themes to queer characters and storylines at its center, the game changes gaming and it will never go back.

The Last of Us Part II is available on PlayStation 4

3: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

She-Ra feels like the culmination of all the LGBTQ progress western cartoons have made over the past few years. From The Legend of Korra to Steven Universe, young people are finally seeing more LGBTQ people represented on the small screen. This epic fantasy concluded with an amazing and powerful lesbian romance, delivering on its queer promise and revolutionized representation in a trope-defying crescendo.

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power is streaming on Netflix

2:  The Conditions of Paradise

The greatest single Yuri work of all in 2020 was the English release of Akiko Morishima’s breakthrough manga, The Conditions of Paradise. Initially released in 2007, this anthology detailed the love between adult women. It was in every way a manga ahead of its time, and seeing it finally get a small piece of the recognition it deserves overseas is a true gift. The fact that we can own this legendary piece of Yuri history and Morishima’s other anthologies is nothing short of a blessing from the Yuri goddess.

The Conditions of Paradise is published by Seven Seas Entertainment - https://amzn.to/38bh4xq

Honorable Mention: Otherside Picnic

This eerie sci-fi horror series combines the best of pulse-pounding thrillers, complex and intelligent hard science fiction, and exciting Yuri romance. Author Iori Miyazawa spends as much time crafting a well-paced and intriguing narrative about a mysterious world where occult creatures roam as he does establishing two believable and grounded heroes in Sorawo and Toriko. The romance between the two may be slow to start, but their chemistry is undeniable and as the stakes and story build, so too does their relationship. Not only are the light novels incredible, but the series’ manga adaptation is coming soon to the West as well as an upcoming TV anime in early 2021.

Otherside Picnic is streaming on Funimation. The light novels are published by J-Novel Club - https://amzn.to/3niiv1g

1. Yuri subgenres

For a long time, Yuri was not a genre of its own, but elements of romances or bonds between women found in other works. Now, thanks to an increasing library of works, the advent of social media, and a wider audience, Yuri is a genre on its own, with many creators telling different stories in different styles. However, 2020 saw the continued emergence of something extraordinary, subgenres. Yuri is now so vast, we can actually categorize the works within. Depending on their characters, like classic schoolgirl romances or spicy shakaijin office affairs, their world, such as fantasy or isekai series and thrilling science fiction adventures, and even other elements within. One of my personal favorites is the feminist Yuri that emerges from titles like Sexiled, where women celebrate the accomplishments of other women and dismantle power structures stacked against them. Now, no matter what kind of Yurijin you are, there is something for you to love.

I am happy to leave 2020 behind, but I bring with me a renewed love and admiration for Yuri. 2021 looks to be a somehow even better year for the genre, and I am thrilled to experience every minute of it that I can. Yuri has transformed into something far greater than I ever thought it would be, and let us all enjoy its evolution and expansion together in 2021.

[unlockyourmind-wp]

OF STORM AND SIEGE | FINAN X OC | CHAPTER SEVEN

Summary: Eldrid Byrnjarssdottir is born a storm. Her rage is like the wind beating the waves on the rocks. Her love is the thunder burning down entire forests. Her grief is like a hurricane, destroying the land with its raindrops. She isn't made for a soft or quiet life.

In her fight to find her enslaved mother and sister she has gained a merciless reputation amongst the Danes. Soon her fight leads her to the Saxon lands across the sea. There she is sought out by Young Ragnar who is looking for his brother Uhtred of Bebbanburg. Eldrid swears to Ragnar she will help him find his brother, unaware that finding Uhtred and his companion will change her life forever.

When they rescue Uhtred and his friend Irishman Finan the Agile, Eldrid's wild heart is confronted with a whole new path to follow. Finan seems determined to agitate her as much as possible, if only to break her walls and get her to smile. And no matter how much she might wish to bash his head in sometimes, Eldrid can't turn away from him. For maybe them meeting is what destiny had intended to happen all along.

DESTINY IS ALL.

Author’s note: I can’t believe it’s been an actual year since I updated this story. I have no other reason than losing inspiration and motivation to write for this fic. I also don’t really know how or why my inspiration suddenly came back but I’m happy it did! I hope I manage to stay inspired because I have intention of giving up on this story. Tlk is still one of my favorite shows and I still love Eldrid so much. So the plan is to write as many chapters as possible while I’m still inspired and hopefully I’ll be able to update again soon! Please don’t hesitate to share your thoughts on this chapter. I’d love to hear from you guys!

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Of Storm And Siege Masterlist

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CHAPTER SEVEN:

✧. ⋆ the will of a king

THE KING’S HALL AT WINCHESTER WAS DECORATED WITH COUNTLESS COLORS. Eldrid was led through the hallways by the priest who, she'd learned because of the many people greeting him, was called Father Beocca. As she walked both paintings and tapestries kept greeting her around every corner. They depicted the stories of wars, of a god hanging from a cross and of men with circles surrounding their heads while the common folk kneeled for them.

Even as her eyes traced the intricate lines of the paintings, Eldrid stayed aware of the route they had taken so far, always prepared for a fight. Especially because she'd been forced to leave her weapons at the door. She respected the reason but still wasn’t very fond of having to separate with her beloved sword. Walking through the castle without it felt like an itch she couldn’t scratch. But it wasn’t like she had any other choice than to obey.

Beocca led her into a large hall, where he finally came to a halt. “Wait here, king Alfred shall be here shortly.”

She nodded at him and watched as he left through a door on the opposite side of the room.

With a sigh her eyes turned back to look at the many paintings. Once again, she found herself torn between curiosity and loathing for the Saxons and their strange ways. She couldn't understand worshiping a god who allowed himself to be killed by humans. Neither could she understand how people could gain an almost god-like status themselves by becoming a saint.

Yet despite her disgust, there was one painting in particular that caught her attention. Many soldiers were gathered upon a hill, their spears raised behind their king, who was seated upon a white horse. They were facing a shield wall with many angry Danes cowering behind it. The very sight of it made her blood boil. Her people would never cower during battle. Yet that wasn't what had drawn her attention about it.

It was the golden rays shining through the clouds above the heads of the soldiers. While on the side of their enemies, the sky was dark. She supposed it was meant to symbolize the presence of their god. The ironic thing was, by painting dark clouds at the side of the Danes, they had placed their god at their side as well. Thor's storm clouds surrounded them like a shield wall, protecting them just as fiercely. How was it that the Saxons knew so little about their religion, while the Danes knew everything about theirs? It seemed like a rather strange and unfair situation to her.

"I wasn't aware the Danes appreciated art," a voice spoke from her right, soft spoken, yet filled with undeniable authority. "Their homes always appear so empty."

Every muscle in her body tensed. She couldn't help herself, not when facing the man who'd killed so many of her people. With her nails pressing into her palms, she turned to look at him.

King Alfred was lean but not very tall. He appeared calm and trustworthy, yet there was a vigilance within his eyes that made him look older than he probably was. It gave him an air of confidence that made it easy to see why so many people spoke of his name with both respect and fear. He wore a simple red robe, his hands folded in front of him as though he was forever in prayer.

“We’re a much more…practical people.” Eldrid was barely able to hide the edge in her voice. If the only reason she’d been summoned here was to be insulted, she would rather leave. And she didn’t plan on going quietly…

Her eyes flickered towards the door where Steapa was standing guard. His gray eyes were following her closely, hands resting on the hilt of his sword. No matter how many drinks they’d shared over the winter, she had to remind herself he was Alfred’s man. He wouldn’t hesitate to kill her if she so much as blinked the wrong way.

“Such is the life of a people always on the move,” Alfred said as he studied the painting. Then, he finally turned to face her, his eyes suddenly cold as he added: “Of a people not belonging anywhere.”

“Such is the life of a Viking,” she said, throwing his words back at him with venom dripping from her tongue.

The king didn’t comment on her lack of respect. Instead he merely nodded, saying without needing words they simply disagreed on the matter.

“Is there a reason you wanted to speak with me, Lord?” She questioned, her eyes briefly wandering to Steapa. Even after all this time, he still couldn’t hide the disgust on his face at the way she managed to say the king’s title with burning mockery. It only made it that much more fun to continue doing so.

“Indeed there is,” Alfred said as he finally turned away from the painting and walked towards the table in the middle of the room. He took a seat and gestured for her to do the same.

She did, though not willingly. If she had to defend herself, a seating position would only make it harder to do so. She clenched her jaw, her muscles wound more tight than the string of her bow. She simply couldn’t allow herself to relax within the lion’s den. Even if her men had been here, ready to storm the castle at the sign of trouble, she still would have been unable to let go of her nerves.

“I have been told Earl Ragnar went to you for help to find his brother Uhtred,” Alfred spoke calmly, though his eyes were drilling into hers as if trying to read her soul like a book.

“You have been told correctly,” she replied, holding his gaze steadily.

“I take it the two of you know each other.”

“We do.” She leaned back into her chair, hoping to fool him into thinking she was slowly letting her guard down. “We spent a lot of time together in our youth.”

Alfred mirrored her movements, immediately letting her know he would not be fooled. “Is that the reason you decided to help him?”

Eldrid narrowed her eyes at him, deciding to stop dancing around what he truly wanted to know. She wasn’t one for playing games and she absolutely despised politics. “You wish to know why I helped to free Uhtred Ragnarsson?”

“I admit the thought has crossed my mind,” the king said with a nod. “A Dane who helps to free a man fighting for the Saxons. It seems quite an enigma.”

“Not an interesting one I’m afraid, my Lord. My men were tired of chasing ghosts and they respect Young Ragnar. I was simply providing them with a battle worth fighting.”

“Ah yes, the matter of your enslaved family,” Alfred said, resting his folded hands on the table in front of him. He appeared to be deeply lost in thought.

His knowledge of her motivations shouldn’t have surprised her, yet she couldn’t help but feel impressed. The man seated in front of her certainly wasn’t the fool so many Danes had often made him out to be. Though she was very curious to the reason he had chosen to reveal the extent of his knowledge.

“Precisely,” she said slowly.

“So, what have you decided to do with your time now that you’re no longer chasing ghosts?” 

Even if he had phrased it as a question, she knew it wasn’t. It was a demand. Finally, the truth of the matter had been revealed. He wanted to make sure she wasn’t planning on plundering his lands now that she no longer had a goal to pursue, or so he thought. Apparently his knowledge was limited after all, or he would’ve heard about her setting her sights on Kjartan. Or maybe that was what he wanted her to think.

“I have decided to join Earl Ragnar,” she replied, seeing no point in hiding her plans. “He has a blood feud with a Dane in Northumbria, as do I.”

“Another war,” the king said, sounding suddenly exhausted.

“It must be done.”

“Even if there’s another choice?”

She frowned. “I don’t see I have another choice, Lord.”

He leaned his elbows on the table, still looking at her with that soul-piercing gaze. “Uhtred is my oathsman. He will fight to keep our borders safe and to do so he needs men.”

Eldrid scoffed, unable to help herself. “You’re asking me to fight for you? A Saxon king?”

“In freeing Uhtred you have already done so,” he replied calmly, seemingly unfaced by her disdain. “What I’m asking is no different.”

She got to her feet, pretending she hadn’t seen Steapa reach for his sword. “It is different and I will not fight for a king who cannot see why.” She bowed, never taking her eyes off of him. Then, without another word, she headed towards the door.

“Eldrid?”

With a sigh she came to a halt, looking back with reluctance.

“If you do change your mind, the offer stands.” He straightened his back “If you don’t, well, I would hate for us to become enemies.”

“Lord,” she said with a nod.

With quick steps she left the hall behind. This time, the colors on the walls passed her by in a blur, her eyes only focused ahead. When she finally reached the gate, she all but tore her weapons out of the hands of the guard holding them. Even if the weight of her trusted sword made her breathe a little easier, she was still seething with anger by the time she’d found her way back to the stables.

The small-mindedness of the king infuriated her. Did he really believe she would betray her people, all of her values and beliefs, simply because he asked her to? Maybe she was missing something here. Maybe it was some sort of trick or challenge to measure her reaction. If so, she’d probably failed. Not that she cared much. She preferred fighting with her sword, not with words or tricks. That was what she was good at.

“It went that well?” A mocking voice came from her left.

Eldrid came to a halt and turned to face Ragnar. He had just finished saddling his horse and was now watching her with amusement flickering within his gaze.

“As well as you can expect from a Saxon king,” she replied bitterly, then frowned. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Alfred released us,” Ragnar explained. “Brida has gone already. I told her to gather our men at Loidis, like you asked me to.”

It felt as though a weight had been lifted from her chest. Her anger disappeared like snow melting beneath the sun. “That is good news.”

Ragnar nodded with a smile, though she couldn’t help but notice it didn’t quite reach his eyes. It was strange how quickly she had learned to recognize his facial expressions. Now, after spending several months together, it had become a habit.

“That is not all, is it?” She asked, taking a step towards him.

The man before her inhaled deeply, as though gathering strength for what he was about to say next. “Uhtred is Alfred’s oathsman again.”

“So I’m told,” she muttered.

When Alfred said it, she hadn’t even considered why. But when looking at his brother, who so clearly needed him, she wondered why Uhtred had chosen to give up his freedom once again. By swearing an oath, he remained a slave, tied to the wishes of someone else. He wouldn’t be free to choose the fights he wanted, or needed, to fight. Perhaps Alfred had somehow forced him to, but she had no idea how.

“I feared Alfred would not allow him to join us, but he has. He’s sending some men with us to restore Guthred’s authority.” He looked close to rolling his eyes.

A humorless chuckle escaped her lips. “I doubt even their god has the power to restore the authority of such a turd.”

Ragnar grinned. “Brida said the same.” Then his expression turned serious again. “But I do not care. All that matters now is killing Kjartan and freeing my sister.”

She placed her hand on his shoulder, squeezing reassuringly. “Then let us do just that.” She winked. “The will of the king be damned.”