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naometry · 5 years ago

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Ronan and his hero journey

Alternatively: if Gansey is the Arthurian knight in the shining armor type or hero Ronan is the tragic one.

THERE WILL BE SPOILERS FOR CALL DOWN THE HAWK

“Once the spear was uncovered, it wouldn't matter if the hero's truest love or family was in the room with him; the spear would kill them anyway. Killing was what it was good at, and so killing was what it did...The spear, Dad told me, was him...He told me to make sure Ronan was the name of the hero, and not the name of just another spear.” – The Raven King

As we all well know, Maggie’s books have a lot of mythology and history in them. Varying from Glendower, Gwenllian and Boudicca to some less obvious ones, like king Arthur and his knights, the holy grail, to Fionn Mac Cumhaill, Fintan mac Bochra and finally, the one that I would like to talk about, because this is the journey that Ronan mirrors.

Cu Chulainn.

Before we start, beware that this will be quite long and I’m going with The Raven Cycle and Dreamer Trilogy timeline, more or less.

Cu Chulainn is part of the Irish/Celt mythology in the Ulster cycle. Cu is a demigod, son of a mortal woman – Deichtine, the sister of Conchobar, the king of Ulster and one of the most important gods in the Irish mythology - Lugh. In a very very very short version – this is the most popular version, there are others –: Deichtine was missing for three years with fifty maidens with her. They were turned into murderous birds that devoured everything on sight, so Conchobar and his warriors hunted them but were hit by a snow storm. They found a house and asked for shelter. In this house there was a woman and a man. The man was Lugh and the woman Deichtine. Lugh fucked off as soon as the morning his, leaving Deichtine with a child to take care of. A very powerful child.

It all depends on the source you’re reading really, but the most common version (at least that I know of, please keep in mind that mythology has different interpretations/versions depending on the source material) is that Lugh wanted an avatar to bore his power on the mortal real. In certain ways, we can say that Cu Chulainn is, in fact, Lugh reborn. Here is a Wikipedia small passage of him: “Lugh is portrayed as a warrior, a king, a master craftsman and a savior. He is associated with skill and mastery in multiple disciplines, including the arts. He is also associated with oaths, truth and the law, and therefore with rightful kingship.”

Does this story sound familiar?

Be it as it may, Lugh won. He got what he wanted in the end, an avatar on earth that bore the same power he had and then he is gone. Which is exactly what happened with Ronan. Niall got his dreamer, Niall is gone. Ronan was left to whoever wanted him and had the patience to be there for him. Who turned out to be just like Cu in the myth: Cu had Deichtine, Conchobar and Deichtine new husband, just like the warriors that where with Conchobar in that day. Ronan had Aurora, Ronan had Declan, Ronan had Matthew and later on, the Gangsey.

Well, speeding up ahead:

Just like Ronan wasn’t born Greywaren, Cu Chulainn also wasn’t born Cu Chulainn. His actual name was Setanta. Cu Chulainn is actually a title-kind-of thing. Cu Chulainn does in fact mean “The Hound of Culann”. Almost like Ronan “Gansey’s dog” Lynch.

The name was given to him because, at six years old, Cu Chulainn – part of the boy-corps at the time and already better them they all together, thanks to Lugh’s heritage – was invited to a banquet at one of the most famous smiths at Ulster, Culann.

Conchobar, who was the one to invite Setanta, forgot he was coming. So, Culann ordered that the hound of the house - who he said had the strength of a hundred men - to be freed to patrol the outside. As Setanta arrives the hound attacks him. And the boy, at the tender age of six, kills the dog smashing his head into a rock after throwing a ball so hard into the dog’s mouth that he mortally wounded it. As gruesome as this one is, Ronan’s new name is considerably less bloody. He too could have the power to do miracles that comes from heritage.

After all, what is Cabeswater if not a miracle that gave Ronan his new name?

But this is not exactly how the name “Hound of Culann” is given. Do you know why is that?

Because Setanta promised to guard Culann’s propriety until they could get a new dog. And so he did.

Many thieves, one greywaren, right? Many guard dogs, only one worth of Culann’s hound title.

Life went on, Cu Chulainn keeps getting more and more impossible things done until the point that some people just… got quite enough of him.

The thing with Cu Chulainn is that even with all the demigod fuckery, there were still warriors that could match him, in one way or another. Just like there is more than one dreamer and they all excel at different things.

What made Cu special on itself is a different thing. Ríastrad – the battle frenzy berserker mode that had his body contort in unnatural shapes and distorting him to the point of being unrecognizable as a human. This alone doesn’t seem much but when you put it along a few lines in Call Down the Hawk that I found specially interesting, it can be something else.

“It was The Dark Lady, the painting that had taken them hours upon hours upon hours to copy for the Fairy Market, but with Hennessy’s face and throat and knuckle tattoos. A perfect and cunning forgery, as good as theirs. No. Better. Because it oozed with the same magnetic, otherworldly desire that the original had and that their copy had missed. This was not a real-world copy of a dream. This was a dream of a dream. Perfect. Beyond perfect.”

Now, I’m not sure if the wording here is intentional or not but it seems to me that it means to be taken as Ronan’s version of The Dark Lady is a better of version of Nialls.

And then:

“And how would you know? Did you see the painting he did? Out of his head? It took him no time at all, maybe even better than the original Dark Lady. He said he might be able to do something just for you. You didn’t even let him try.”

Ronan might very well be a better dreamer than Niall. Is a better dreamer than Hennesy until this point – this can change along the series, so I’m not putting my hand on the fire for it yet – and is also an arguably better dreamer than Kavinsky, if you take in consideration the amount of tries he needed to get the Mitsubishi vs amount of tries that we are shown that Ronan needs to get the Camaro as stated in The Dream Thieves:

“Yours. I practiced, man!” Kavinsky gestured broadly to the field of Mitsubishis. “You see all these losers? It took me months to get it right. Look at that bitch!”

Now, this doesn’t mean in any way that Kavinsky is a bad dreamer or inferior dreamer or anything like that. Kavinsky actually is possibly on par with Niall but sadly we won’t be able to measure if because they are both so very dead. Niall exceled at the originals, like Robobee, The Dark Lady and another myriad of dream objects we see him with at some point or another. Kavinsky exceled at copies. He prided himself as a forger, as it also said in The Dream Thieves. I would even go a little further, maybe, and say that they also have another point in common in their dreams – creating life. BUT Aurora is not a perfect copy of Mor O Corra (and I can’t even say if this is deliberate or not so let’s leave this one open) while Prokopenko, on the very little we saw of him on The Dream Thieves, seems perfectly human. He is K’s favorite forgery, after all.

The thing with Ronan is that he can do both /and/ more. The thing with Ronan is that he had Cabeswater and then Lindenmere.

Which, tied with K, are the next point here.

Now, going back to Cu Chulainn’s story, Cu fell in love with a woman called Emer. Emer’s father, Forgall, wasn’t very happy with the idea that they could come to marry and probably would if he didn’t do something. Which is, in fact, very fair because Cu isn’t exactly a nice guy. He killed quite a lot of people, he is cocky, he is young and he is arrogant because he knows he is gifted and nothing will stand in his way if he puts his mind into it. Forgall calls him “the madman from Emain Macha”.

It does sound kind of familiar, doesn’t it? Even if it’s in a less tragic/dramatical way. Cu is in a path that has absolutely no other outcoming than self-destruction if he goes on like this. Here is why:

Another nice or not so nice thing about Cu is that at seven, Cu overhears the magician Cathbad – it’s nice to notice that not all scholars seem to agree in the term magician, some use wizard too. The important fact is that he is a druid and he makes prophecies. He is also the guy who gave Setanta Cu Chulainn as a name/title thing.

Anyway, Cathbad makes a prophecy for his students: any warrior that decided to pick up arms and armature would have his name to transcend all other Ireland’s youths BUT this warrior would also die really young. Can you guess what Cu, at the peak of his seven years do right? He goes on to Conchobar and asks for arms and armor. Now, Cu at seven was already a fucking menace and no arms were match to his strength. So Conchobar goes ahead and gives his own arms to Cu.

You can probably guess what I’m equaling Conchobar’s arms with right? Yeah, you guessed it. This is Cabeswater. A very dangerous thing in the hands of a teenager.

Now, going back to Cathbad prophecy, we know that K and Ronan are mirrors yeah? And that Kavinsky is what would have happened to Ronan if he didn’t choose different yeah? (Also correct me if I’m mistaken but I think it’s also said somewhere that dreamers tend to die young.)

But Kavinsky is a lot more than Ronan 2.0, he just has the same formula of a teenage dreamer with lots of trauma. They are not even close to be the same person. So, I present you the idea of Ferdia.

As I said before, Forgall didn’t really want Cu to marry his daughter so he proposes a plan to Conchobar – why Cu Chulainn doesn’t go ahead and train with Scathach? He would come back stronger and better right?

This is the time where you’re very welcome to slap me for giving this much information in a back and forth way but please bear with me I’m trying very hard to it all understandable without seeming too crazy. Just crazy is actually ok, thanks.

Now, Scathach is also part of the Ulster Cycle just like Cu. Known as the shadow maid, she is a warrior who excels at martials arts and in the use of the lance. She is, in fact, one of the most fearsome warriors of the Ulster Cycle and known to be a really good teacher. Scathach lived in Dun Scaith which more or less translates as Fortress of the Shadows/Castle of the Shadows. For you to be taught by Scathach, the first trial was to get in her home and then survive her training. It wasn’t even remotely unheard-of people dying under her tutelage and this was Forgall’s hopes for Cu.

Now, here I think it’s one of the most interesting parts. Cu has A LOT of fuckery going on in Scathach’s training that doesn’t matter much on the meta so let’s get to the parts where K is:

Kavinsky kind of fills a double role here – he has a little of Scathach as in: just like Cu kicks out her metaphorical door and demands that she teach him. (Among other things, but those are not important and this is already LONG).

Which is what happened with K yeah? Ronan learned what he needed with him and then fucked right off to nicer places.

Another interesting bit is that at the time she was teaching Cu, Scathach, as the warrior she is, was at war with her twin sister, Aife. Fearing for Cu’s life in the war, she gave him a sleeping potion so he wouldn’t go around and get himself killed.

While K motives weren’t nearly as nice as Scathach this happened too. Kavinsky repeatedly puts Ronan to sleep in order to teach him how to properly dream. Even if his properly dream is Kavinsky style – which we learn latter that his not the best way to dream for Ronan but that’s not the point I’m going for.

Long story short, Cu wakes up, defeats Aife, makes a son on her (this will be important afterwards, I promise) and fucks off to keep learning with Scathach.

Fits of parts of what happened between them yeah?

So here comes the next role K fills and this one he fills fully and not just partially – Ferdia.

Ferdia was also under Scathach’s tutelage and was the best friend – also depending of the source lover too – and during to the circumstances of the war with queen Medb which again, are not important here – he ends up battling against Ferdia. For better or worse, they were there for each other for quite a long time and loved each other a lot, until Ferdia’s and Cu’s circumstances and choices differed and they end up in different sides of battle.

Now, they battled for three days, until Ferdia got the upper hand, even with Cu Chulainn in his battle frenzy monstruous state. Ferdia had the advantage of an armor that was impossible to pierce so he called for Gae Bolg (which we will, again, talk later about) and as Ferdia heard of it, he made a mistake – leaving his chest open. Cu throws a spear at him which makes him distracted and then impales him with Gae Bolg,

While the situation is not exactly the same, Ronan and Kavinsky had a battle that was a lot like that. Kavinsky had Matthew, who Ronan loves more them himself and they battle for the right of it. Until Kavinsky gets tired. Until Kavinsky let things get out of control and commits suicide. As in:

“A second later, the fire dragon exploded into Kavinsky. It went straight through him, around him, flame around an object. Kavinsky fell.”

Again, I think Cu and Ronan are mirrors, so they don’t follow the exact same path neither the exact same formula. But I still think this is the right path to think about his journey.

Then we get to the demon, to being unmade, to Matthew, to Lindenmere and how both Ronan and Cu Chulainn hold the war for enough time until the enemy can be defeated.

This piece of Cu’s story happens both before and after Ferdia’s battle so please bear with my lengthy explanations.

First of all: the demon and how it ties to being unmade, to Matthew and the similarities is bores with the ríastrad. When the war with Medb started, the Ulster warriors were cursed – for the lack of a better word – and they couldn’t fight.

So, Cu Chulainn fights for them. During months he invoked the right of single combat with Medb’s warriors. Which is basically what he does with the demon during quite some time. And in the process he ends up being unmade. Now, the process of being unmade is described to being gruesome and violent into Ronan’s body.

He is dying after all.

And it all happens because he is special. To Ronan, it happens because he is very deeply tied to Cabeswater, he made it, he is the first one that needs to go if the demon wants to win the war. Which is basically what happens to Cu too. Medb’s warriors tried every dirty trick in the book to take Cu out and he fought until he couldn’t to hold them.

Ronan (and Adam, but this meta is about Ronan) hold him down until they all can come up with a solution, until their win is possible. (The nightwash is a similar thing to being unmade, which also, again, happens because Ronan is Ronan, because Ronan is a dreamer, because Ronan has a big gift, sometimes too big for him.)

He is special, his gift is special, they both can do it.

So they did.

Which leads to Matthew and Conla, Cu’s son. While Ronan didn’t really meant to dream up Matthew and Cu for sure did meant for Aife to become pregnant with his son, the similarities are quite lengthy.

Cu Chulainn killed his own son and it was his fault. There is no way around it. He himself made Aife promise that Conla wouldn’t identify himself, that he wouldn’t deny any battle and that Conla would search for him. Conla did search for Cu and in a truth “the apple doesn’t fall far from the three” fashion he goes around wreaking havoc exactly like young Cu did, until Cu himself comes to battle him. As he couldn’t refuse any duel, Conla and Cu battled until Cu killed him with Gae Bolg,

Ronan, during a very long time, also didn’t know Matthew was his dream. They were brothers, how could Matthew be a dream? But Matthew is and Ronan almost kill him too in his battle with the demon. And now in Call Down the Hawk we see Ronan, once again, for some reason or another, is influencing his dreams. They all search for the riverside yeah?

Do you all know what else had a deep connection with rivers?

Gae Bolg.

How Gae Bolg is used depends a lot of your source material but the most widely known version is that Gae Bolg is a spear made from the bones of a sea monster. It’s a spear that divides itself in thirty barbs and it’s thrown with a foot. It’s a terrifying weapon that if it strikes you, there is no chance of getting out alive. But it has a condition: it can only be used in streams. Now, if Cabeswater was the first weapons Cu Chulainn used as a young boy, Lindenmere is Gae Bolg. Lindenmere is dangerous, it’s wild and it’s unpredictable.

Just like Gae Bolg, there is little chance of you scaping alive if it strikes.

As Ronan himself put:

“I let Lindenmere be more of itself, whatever it was in that other place.”

“And what it is over there is dangerous.”

“Dangerous things can protect themselves,” Ronan said.

Now if Ronan and being unmade and unmaking Matthew where tied to the first weapons Cu wielded, doesn’t seem too farfetched to say that Lindenmere and the riverside problem with the dream things is connected yeah?

Another similarity is the geasa. But this one is already on CDTH:

Even the most invincible heroes could be trapped by conflicting geasa. The mighty Hound of Ulster, one of the boys’ favorite heroes, had a geis to never eat dog (“Shame,” Niall said, “it’s very tasty.”) and a geis to never refuse hospitality, and so when he was offered dog meat by a host, what other choice had he but to spiral into tragedy?

One of Ronan geis is that he can’t stop dreaming. And what is the other? Adam? Declan? Matthew? Geasa means taboo, so what is that Ronan needs to do? Or can’t do? I’m dying to know.

Also you all want to know another funny thing? Cu Chulainn was so ferocious in battle that absolutely no one dared to go ahead and verify is he was really dead. Do you all know how they knew?

Because a raven sat on his shoulder and drank his blood 😊

Please take this meta with a grain of salt, because this is my own interpretation of the story, of Ronan’s journey and my own studies in mythology in general. It’s totally possible I’m reaching a little bit too far too but who knows, right?

Also, I have absolutely no idea of why I wrote this or where I wanted to go with it. I just think the parallels are quite neat, if they are indeed true to Maggie’s (quite numerous, that’s what tipped me off) discreet mentions of Cu Chulainn along her books.

So yeah, hit me up if you wanna talk or something?

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theoi-crow · 6 years ago

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Hello! If youre not comfortable answering this please just delete it! ❌Tw: transphobia, self harm.❌ My fiance is a trans woman and we unfortunately live with her transphobic parents. Theyve made her mental health decline to the point that shes started self harming again. We're trying desperately to get out but in the meantime do you know any gods that we can pray to for protection/guidance in this situation? Possibly any specific prayers I/we can say? Thank you in advance either way.💖

I’m so sorry you and your fiance are going through this…

Reading this made my heart ache so I will do the best in order to give as much information as possible: Also, this turned into a:

Greek Gods and The Trans community master post

Please do what you can to get out of that situation and cut ties with them; I know people say things like “blood is thicker than water” when trying to convince others to stay with their toxic relatives but the full quote is:

“the blood of the coven is thicker than the water of the womb.” Which means that if people are being abusive, cut them off, even if they are family because your chosen family will understand better.

Because you are currently unable to get out of that situation, please do everything you can to support your fiance by creating a safe environment within your room (Try to keep her parents from coming into the room if you can.) Also, try to have your fiance have as little contact with her parents as possible but if she has to please, have her prepare herself by breathing deeply and mentally saying to herself:

“they are misinformed and projecting. I am protected and loved. I love myself.” Have her mentally say it every time she is around her parents and make sure to also whisper it to her whenever you can: “They are projecting. They are wrong. You are so beautiful. I love you.” It will help.

You also want to surround your partner with trans positive things. Here is a few things that can help:

-This is the Trans Lifeline: This organization can help provide direct service, material support, advocacy, and education. (LINK)

-Susan’s place: This is a transgender resource place that has a chatroom which I think is important for support because it’s easy to feel alone. (LINK)

-Susan’s resources: (LINK)

-GLAAD transgender resources: (LINK)

-Meetup is a site where you meet with groups near you. This could be nice for meeting others in your area who can further support you and your fiance. Please be careful if you live in a country or state that is very religious and does not support trans rights. (LINK)

Other things that can help:

-Look up the LGBT center near you or find a place that provide trans support like groups of those who might be in a similar situation and can provide understanding.

-Look up trans women positive videos on YouTube. There is a whole community who use YouTube as a medium for support and finding friendships.

-Tumblr tags for Trans positivity.

-Gather trans women success stories and print them. Put them around your room. If the parents are allowed to come in the room (which I strongly advocate against this) hide them behind something and pull them out when it’s just you two.

There is a lot more information to find but the goal here is to show her that she is NOT ALONE, she IS LOVED, there is NOTHING WRONG WITH HER, she is SUPPORTED and THERE ARE PLENTY OF OTHERS WHO WANT HER TO BE HEALTHY AND STOP CUTTING.

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The gods love her and there are plenty that immediately came to mind when I wondered who can help. 5 gods came to mind and it feels like they want to be a support group for her. All five can help and you can offer prayers as thanks too.

Here is a link on how you can share food with the gods without having to put it on an altar or spending extra money on food for them if you can’t (LINK)

There are a lot of gods you can pray to but here are the ones who immediate came to mind. Aphrodite, Hermes, Hermaphroditus, Eros and Ares.

Before I continue I want to point something out. A lot of people in the trans community are uncomfortable with the name Hermaphroditus because it sounds like Hermaphrodite.

The word Hermaphrodite has been used to insult the Trans community which is a shame because Hermaphroditus is the protector of the trans and gender-fluid/neutral community. He identifies as male but has a gender non-conforming body. He will often hide behind Eros and send Eros to the ones he protects because he’s also timid but will kick ass.

Here is the story of Hermaphroditus and why Aphrodite, Hermes and Eros are gods you can immediately pray to:

-Hermaphroditus: (LINK): Hermaphroditus was born from Hermes and Aphrodite (which is why his name is split between theirs.) He was so beautiful and looked like a male version of his mom (please keep this in mind because it will become a key point when I’m talking about why Aphrodite is a protector of the trans community as well.)

One day he was bathing in a spring when he caught the eye of a naiad nymph named Salmakis. She was hitting on him but he wasn’t interested. She got so desperate that she clung to him and begged for a god to answer her prayers (no one knows who answered, but some guess it was Zeus). She begged to be forever united with Hermaphroditus which is exactly what happened when they merged into one. When he got out of the spring his body had more feminine thighs, breasts and long hair. He was so upset he started crying to which Aphrodite and Hermes ran to his aid (because they are AMAZING parents).

Because Aphrodite wanted him to forever feel loved, he became one of the Erotes (so she can also keep an eye on him and mess up whoever dared harass, threaten or insult him (she is such a mama bear).

Hermes on the other hand, did not want him to feel alone, so he enchanted the spring and made it so anyone who bathed in it would have extra features from the opposite gender. This was in Ancient Greece but over time Hermaphroditus saw how gender problems caused dysphoria and he decided to protect those who experienced it.

He is drawn to those who are in the transitioning stages of their life, are having problems with society accepting their gender (or non-gender), are still getting used to life in their new gender, etc. But he does not do it alone. That is his myth but as an actual god, Hermaphroditus is a boss when it comes to kicking dysphoria’s ass.

He KNOWS what that feels like, he has lived it. So praying to Hermaphroditus or imagining him hugging your fiance can help. He sends his followers ideas on how they can calm dysphoria or get rid of it.

He will often send his brother Eros for a number of reasons. 1. Eros is the leader of the Erotes and will often act on their behalf. 2. Hermaphroditus is very shy and prefers to have Eros, who is very vocal, speak on his behalf. 3. A lot of people confuse Hermaphroditus with Psyche because they look very similar so he often prefers sending Eros. 4. Hermaphroditus is the reincarnation (kind of) of Aphrodite’s male version which I will talk about in more detail in a bit.

Here is my prayer to Hermaphroditus:

“Hermaphroditus, god of gender and beauty, who understands this dysphoria better than anyone else. Send me love, comfort and allies. Send me peace and confidence. I am beautiful, loved and unstoppable.”

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-Eros: Eros is the leader of the Erotes, messenger of Aphrodite and god of love.

While Hermaphroditus has a quieter timid nature, Eros inherits his ferocity from his father, Ares the god of war. As the leader of the Erotes, many people confuse his brothers for Eros himself, this is because Eros’ energy encompasses ALL of the erotes. Hermaphroditus will often ask Eros to send messages to the people he watches over.

STORY TIME: My wife (they/them, hates it when I call them “Spouse.” They asked if I could keep calling them “wife” but prefer gender neutral terms for everything else.) was having massive dysphoria for weeks. I grew up with dysphoria and was lucky enough to go to an after school program for LGBT youth where they gave us so much information on everything LGBT related including dysphoria and how to spot it and ways you can lessen it, so we sat down and figured out they were gender-neutral. Before realizing they were gender neutral, my wife kept seeing Eros everywhere. They finally connected with him and learned that it was actually Hermaphroditus trying to connect with them. This made sense because after learning about their gender-neutral nature, they could no longer accept male or female pronouns. Hermaphroditus wanted to help them get ready for a world with a “you gotta be a guy or a girl” mentality. So Eros will often act as a messenger for Hermaphroditus, especially because Hermaphroditus knows they are not 100% comfortable with his name.

My prayer to Eros:

“Eros, god of love, passion, confidence and self assurance, help me love myself, give me confidence, and fire. The fire of self-assurance to incinerate my fears. I am everything I want to be.”

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Aphrodite: The goddess of Love, Beauty and a lot more.

Remember when I said “Hermaphroditus looks like a male version of Aphrodite”? And then I mentioned “Hermaphroditus is the reincarnation (kind of) of Aphrodite’s male version”? Well Aphrodite is a fierce protector of the trans community because in one of her earlier forms she had a male version named Aphroditus who was gender-non-conforming who eventually turned into Hermaphroditus (LINK).

During his celebrations, men and women would switch genders and clothes in Aphroditus’ honor. (LINK)

I want to mention this first because I know there are a lot of TERFs who use her as a hate symbol for their twisted agenda but it couldn’t be further from the truth! (LINK).

Aphrodite not only promotes romantic love but self love and love within the family. I would have your fiance focus on the self love and healing aspects of Aphrodite. As cliche as this sounds, her parents are probably reacting out of fear (I’m not excusing their actions, I’m just saying that fear makes people do horrible things and love can help counteract it.)

Aphrodite might also help foster a more loving environment and send inspirational pictures, stories and quotes from trans women who have also had problems with their family. She will also help in getting rid of loneliness and find friends who are/have been in a similar situation. Aphrodite will help you and your fiance find her community so she does not have to do this alone.

My prayer to Aphrodite:

“Aphrodite, goddess of love, laughter and a loving home. Bring me comfort in my time of need. Hug and kiss me with reassurance that I am loved. I will love myself because I am worthy of love. Protect me from those who are blinded by fear. I am loved, loved, loved!”

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Hermes: As I mentioned earlier, Hermes is the father of Hermaphroditus and a damn good father who takes care of his kids. In fact, he is such a good dad that he takes care of other people’s kids too like helping raise Dionysus and saving him on various occasions or adopting Pan when no one wanted him for being too ugly (depending on the myth). He is cunning and smooth, able to outwit the gods in order to save humans or just for fun.

Not only does Hermes have a soft spot for the trans community (since his child helps them) but he also takes in those who are having problems with their parents, those who need help or anything else really. (LINK)

Hermes is the god to call when you are having bad communication problems with your family (or anyone else).

Her parents are not respecting her so I would ask Hermes to please assist you and her whenever either of you are talking to her parents. Hermes is also the god of being cunning and since you can’t separate from her parents right now, I encourage you to ask Hermes to give you ideas on how to better the situation in order to outsmart her parents or how to better avoid them.

He is also the king of comedy and I believe comedy heals the heart so honoring both Hermes and Aphrodite can help since one produces laughter and the other one is laughter loving.

Here is the prayer for Hermes:

“Hermes, god of comedy, communication and luck, help me communicate with my parents. Help them see my point of view and teach them to be better parents. Bring laughter into my life and help ease the tension. Help us reach an understanding.”

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Ares: He may be the god of war, but he is first and foremost a defender.

Ares is the protector of marginalized groups, whether they are facing, racism, sexism, homophobia or trans-phobia. He also helps with trauma, past aches, fear and more.

I am clinically diagnosed with PTSD and use to have intense attacks. Ares has helped me learn how to ground myself.

Ares deals with deep pain and betrayal, especially when it comes from family. Zeus and Hera hated him in myths even though he is shown to work hard to impress them. Here is another person talking about how Ares has helped them. (LINK)

Despite the bad reputation of being bloodthirsty, Ares only declares war when his loved ones are in danger. Here is an ask I responded to that I would like to quote:

“He reveals himself to victim’s and turns them into warriors. He defends the weak and teaches them to find their strength. He teaches them to look within themselves and find that fighter that will not let their abusers get to them… Ares has made Spartans and Amazons… Ares is the god of emotional turmoil and he will help you ease yours. He will lend you his spear and shield whenever you need them and will teach you how to move in the middle of a panic attack so you reach a safe place.”(LINK)

My prayer to Ares:

“Ares god of self-defense, power and protection, protect me from the turmoil in my life. Remove the fear holding my parents. Lend me your shield. I am a warrior and this is my life.”

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Here are other posts I’ve written that can further help:

-How to write a prayer: The original question was for Aphrodite but this can count for anyone. (LINK)

-How to connect with the gods via Journaling: (LINK)

-The gods will send a lot of signs here is a post about how you might get those signs: (LINK)

In order to recognize the signs, I highly suggest you become familiar with what is sacred to the gods, I highly suggest using Theoi (LINK).

I know it was a really long post and I hope this helps but ultimately have your fiance do what is most comfortable for her.

If my prayers resonate with her, that’s great! If they don’t, I encourage her to rewrite them in a way that feel most powerful to her because she will need them to touch her soul in order for them to truly work.

Support her as much as you can and remind her that she is not alone. There are plenty of amazing people here on Tumblr alone who understand and will help (And if you are reading this and are one, I encourage you to show your support in the comments!)

I hope this helps!

May the gods watch over you both, ease your home and bring in the light of love with warm hugs.

#trigger warning #rosegoldtunic asks #masterpost #self harm

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rascalcraftsstuff · 3 years ago

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First ever art posts on my Art and storytelling only blog…

So, this is a rework of a long standing character of mine.

Trixie is a 27 year old they/them creature of a cryptic nature.

You ever heard rumors about kitsune sightings? They usually ended up being the cause of some of these. Namely, in a place known as Clover County, the number one hotspot for anyone looking to make it big in hunting. You’re a fragile, insecure man looking to show off how big your dick is? Then sport hunting in this place is the way to go, especially with foxes.

A part of the town had to be closed off due to Kudzu infestation in the nearby woods where a playground was supposed to be finished. This is where Trixie’s story begins.

They have no memory of their past, all that they know is they were abandoned as a baby and picked up by two foxes, who brought them back to their home under the forest, in a hollowed tree.

Trixie’s mother, a giant fox with nine tails, gave them a chance to survive amongst them by transforming them into one of their kind (the foxes were thinking “anyone gonna grab this?” And just carried Trixie away without waiting for a response.)

My inspirations for Trixie were fox regressors. You know age regression? It’s like that, but they’re people who do it with animals (shout to the age regressors out there nsfw regressors don’t interact) and one of these regressions revolve around foxes. Also, foxes are my favorite animal. Another inspo was the character Loki, God of Mischief and also a massive hottie amongst both Marvel fans and Norse Mythology nerds. The inspiration mostly came from his depiction in the comic “Thor and Loki: Double Trouble”, where they upped his bastard levels so much and it’s great.

Personality:

Excitable: The vulpine urge to scream at damn near everything

Curious: Why is Trixie dicking around in the “human world” when they prefer isolation? Simple, curiosity. The world of the “two legs” is different in so many ways, good and bad and it intrigues them so.

Aloof: Trixie prefers to either be left with other foxes or just hang out in isolation. Making new friends has not been a forte of theirs. However, like all creatures, it is possible to befriend them. Despite the cold outside, Trixie is a very loyal and selfless friend and lover, it’s why they care for their family and their son, Kit, so much and later their newlywed nest-mate, Anthony (spoilers for Anthony’s story, but imaging being the son of the #1 asshole sport hunter who makes millions distributing hunter gear against foxes and then having sex with and marrying the child of an all-powerful nine tails. Talk about a come up.)

Adaptive: Trixie let’s themself get used to any and all environments easily, especially in the case that they might be stuck there for longer than they hoped and they need to get used to life and culture until they can change the situation.

Clever: Trixie has constantly set fellow kits free from fox traps and has also set the traps against their owners in turn. A lot less Todds and Vixens were losing their kids thanks to their constant energy in the shadows and their wit. Meanwhile, the fox hunting market is on a slippery slope thanks to them. On one hand: Sport hunters come back empty handed with nothing to beat their chests about to the other frat boys and fur production that isn’t faux fur is suffering. On the other: Trixie is a popular icon thanks to all those myths about the kitsune. The idea of an actual fox spirit bumming around in the Kudzu woods is exciting to a lot of conspiracy bums and paranormal investigators, there’s also the fact that someone would most definitely pay a pretty penny to have the head of a kitsune mounted on their wall.

Mischievous: Yep, a fox is not without its tricks, and Trixie has a ton in spades. It’s the reason why they have that bag tied around their neck. Hunters always come running out with itching powder in their undies, daggers replaced with snakes, and sometimes their tents are moved around to different locations (imagine waking up and realizing your about to float off a waterfall.) Their tricks are also used in other situations (They pretended to be one of their siblings and used their tricks bag to get back at someone’s jackass cat who roamed around the town because the woman didn’t bother keeping it inside or training it to stay inside.)

Nippy: Yeah I mean both, Trixie’s lean, cartoonish body structure and fox genetics allow them to dodge danger along with perform acrobatics (something of which they did for their son and some of the other kits when they grew sad) and yes, they’re prone to biting.

Fast Learner: Trixie can get information pretty quick, in some cases, it takes a little longer, but they’re not oblivious or dense, and will definitely hop on their feet as soon as they get it.

Clumsy: They’re not used to walking on two legs and prefer running on all fours, so they do have a few…. Accidents.

McFucking Chaotic: Trixie’s that bitch, they’re the kid who screams louder than you to assert dominance, swallows shit at random, and has probably had a fist fight with god. They just doing shit cause they can.

Likes:

Physical contact: This is all they want and more, just burrowing in the family hidey-hole with their love-mate and son and smothering them with mating marks, cuddles, and soothing whispers spoken in an animal language.

Testing others: To use the biggest example: Anthony’s brother, Stephen. They absolutely love pulling tricks on people and Stephen and his father especially, because they’re the dicks that keep trying to skin their family alive. They especially love giving him challenges (although, they’re basically dares) and constantly making said challenges backfire in Steve’s face (like setting up a room full of fox traps so he gets to see what it feels like, while actively not telling him about the traps and telling him to run as fast as he could to the exit before the 1 minute timer ran out.)

Small spaces: Nothing makes Trixie happier then roaming in a small space, it’s what makes ventilation shafts their favorite hidey-hole.

Free Food: People will sometimes worship Kitsunes as deity’s, this leads to some people leaving food out for Trixie, feeding even deeper into conspiracies as the food is always gone (the most preferred are apples, berries, fruit gummies, granola, chicken nuggets, cheese, bacon, plums, and figs to name a few.)

Burrowing in Blankets and Pillows: They enjoy soft objects. They usually steal this from human shops or fresh at donation dumpsters (you have something you don’t wanna trash because it’s still in good condition? Throw it in in the donation dumpster. Like a regular dumpster, but it’s made to give things away.)

Wearing Big, Comfy Things: They like wearing their main outfit for a reason, it looks like a traditional kimono, but it’s really just a stitched together, fluffy bathrobe. Trixie’s male presenting if were talking genitalia, but they don’t like constrictive clothing like pants or suits, choosing to instead wear looser fitting outfits (dresses that lack a bodice, a shirt two sizes too big, they even go naked when alone with their family.)

Running On All Fours and Grabbing Things With Their Teeth: Classic vulpine urges.

Small Trinkets and Shiny Objects: They like to collect things that catch their eye, and nothing interests them more than a shiny, small object.

Head Pats: You wanna make Trixie melt into a puddle? PET THEM. They will practically fucking die for someone to rub their fingers against their fur!

Fun facts:

Trixie’s skin isn’t skin. It’s like that of a reptiles, ‘cept it’s less shiny and scaly and more fuzzy (that’s what the two tuffs on their cheeks is for.) Their hair is also their tails, they have a total of four tails, with the additional tuffs being that of the fuzzy tuffs of hair on them.

Trixie has markings on their body from the transformation, it’s mostly covered up by the clothes.

They can unhinge their jaw to make feeding easier for them.

During yearly heats, foxes lime Trixie’s family lose control of themselves and revert back to their primal instincts. Trixie is the same and you can tell when this happens. Earlier seasons like the spring is when Trixie is at their most normal, the chances of them randomly going feral is a 10-15 percent chance. Closer to the winter, Trixie will instantly be set off back into feral urges by something like “someone is standing to close to Kit” or “this one girl touched Anthony” and territorial instincts immediately kick them in the ass faster than you can say “Bleargh it’s me” and stab someone.

They have all the normal skills of a regular vulpine, one very much so to their detriment, being nocturnal. Anthony got an earful of one of Trixie’s more powerful screams when he tricked them into going outside with him during the daylight because he wanted to take them to a newly opened sweets shop that was in town and they still believed that it was night out. Just imagine the scene with grunkle Stan opening up his window to see a rainbow outside but on earrape mode.

Would be played by: Matt Smith (11th Doctor)

I could infodump about the feral babu forever and I honestly want to, and can’t wait to make more posts about them and the other characters in the world of Clover County, a seemingly normal town with a not-so seemingly normal resident.

The original sketch:

#my oc art #making a special tag for this #Clover County #Character: Trixie

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adventuresinthespace · 7 years ago

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Parallels

You’ve been in The Space for two days. It’s not the most ideal situation to be stuck in but you think you’ve adjusted quite well. Mere minutes after your arrival Angelo had showed you around, not that there was much to see except tables and chairs. The moment you had mentioned you were kind of hungry Angelo had dragged you for what seemed like half a mile to the so called cafeteria area which wasn’t really a cafeteria at all but part of the Space that seemed to have an unusual number of picnic tables. The food was laid out buffet style on several tables put end to end and covered in various cloths. You recognise only a handful of items being served by people who appear to be cooks of some kind, moving constantly through occasional bursts of steam.

“Who are they?” you ask, careful not to stare openly at one of them. They are tall with soft lavender fur, long twitchy ears and a cat-like face with a snout.

“The triplets,” he says offhandedly grabbing a plate and a couple of bread rolls. You look back to the people behind the tables. Beside the purple cat person there is a many limbed creature that looks like a crab crawled out of its armour rearranging empty plates and new ones, and one that seems to be a human woman, though you are uncertain. If these people are from everywhere she could be a vampire or something, in any case she certainly didn’t look related to the other two.

“Huh?” You cringe at how clueless you sound. Angelo sees your confusion and gives you another lopsided smile.

“You’re right, they’re not actually siblings.” He tears into one of the rolls, “But they don't seem to mind it,” he says. “They’re never apart for more than an hour or more.” He’s talking more to himself than to you now, as if he were trying to remember every occasion he’s seen the triplets. You look at them again, the woman is bringing up a new dish from underneath the table. It’s something with blue tentacles covered in a bubbling golden sauce. The tentacles make you recoil slightly, but then you catch a whiff of its scent and your mouth waters. Angelo thrusts a plate into your hands and nods toward the dish encouragingly. There are many others huddled around the food, jostling you slightly and causing your face to heat as you step onto several feet. When you reach the seemingly-human-lady she smiles kindly at you. You don’t see any fangs. She is fairly short and plump with fine chocolate brown hair tied back in a bun. She has full lips but small grey eyes set over rosy cheeks that hold a broad nose between them. You return with an awkward smile of your own before staring fixedly at the tentacle soup.

“Want some?” The woman asks, picking up a ladle.

“Umm...” you mumble. Why are you this nervous? It’s not like she was asking you to reveal your deepest, most darkest thoughts, she just wanted to know if you wanted some weird soup stuff from another world.

“It’s alright,” she says “A lot of people get a bit scared being here.” She smiles warmly, and gestures once again toward the ladle. You take a big gulp of air.

“Um, what is it?” You sniff again, it’s heavenly but that doesn’t mean you trust it.

“Gushir. It’s a kind of sea creature from the Frijjor region of Sunka. The sauce is a local creation of theirs, I have to buy it instead of make my own because they won’t tell me what’s in it. It’s possible that they’re using something illegal but it tastes good.” That’s a lot of information to take in, and you have no idea where she’s talking about. She sees the lost look on your face and takes matters into her own hands, spooning a few of the tentacles onto your plate and handing you a fork with five tongs. “Try it.” She nods enthusiastically. You carefully pick up a mouthful, reassuring yourself that it can’t be that bad because other people in the Space must have eaten it, besides you don’t want to insult one of the triplets, they seem to be the only source of food in the place. You close your eyes as you take a bite. It’s...odd, but delicious. It’s tangy, and sharp. The sauce is creamy and sweet but with a hint of something peppery. You open your eyes again and the woman is looking at you like a proud mother. She holds out a hand, “I’m Elsie, of Earth number 36″

“Earth?” you ask taking her hand and balancing your plate on the other.

“Number 36,” she confirms. You frown and take another bite of Gushir, listening to Elsie as she explains.

“I’m sure Angelo,” she glances over at him with a fond expression on her face, “has told you that everyone here comes from different worlds. That means worlds you would call ‘alien’ and also parallel worlds.” She absentmindedly scoops more Gushir onto the plates of others who have gathered around you. Someone who seems to be a ghost of some sorts apologises to you as they pass through your arm making you shiver. Elsie scrutinises you for a moment. “You look human to me, am I right?” You nod. “Well then, you’re from Earth, so am I. But not the same one, one that’s slightly different in minor ways.”

“Different how?” You ask, curious.

“Well that depends,” she cocks her head to the side, “which Earth are you from?��

“I don’t know.” You realise you’ve eaten all your Gushir and Elsie ladles another helping onto your plate.”

“Who’s the American president right now?” You grimace.

“Trump.” She mirrors your expression.

“That narrows it down. Are manatees endangered?” You take a moment to think, you’re sure you read this somewhere.

“No.” You don’t sound very certain at all but Elsie doesn’t seem to notice.

“Okay, down to four. Now finish the title of this famous novel, ‘We need to talk about...” Your silent for a fair while thinking about this one.

“Kevin?” you ask hopefully.

“Aha! Earth number 87.” She offers you a glass of something black and slightly fizzy, you take a sip and realise that it’s just Coke that’s gone a bit flat.

“You guys aren’t so different from us, we don’t have Trump but our politics are somewhat the same.” You nod, fascinated and slightly jealous. “Our animals are different too, we have some that are just myths to other Earths. Kelpies for example.” You feel your eyes go wide with wonder, fantastic images flying through your mind’s eye. “You’ll find a lot of parallels like that, only one or two things that are different. Sometimes the differences aren’t that exciting either, I met one guy from Earth 23 and there was no difference between our worlds except they never invented the dishwasher,” She shrugs “This is what we do here, talk to each other and learn about their world, their culture, it’s fascinating how big and weird the universe is.”

“Elsie!” It’s the purple cat person; their voice is deep and husky and you hazard a guess at male.

“What is it Kuvasz?” Elsie asks sweetly turning away from you.

“It’s been two Carnava, the Hellbengry market will be open and the Chvka move fast.” He nods to you as though you understand the seriousness of the situation.

“Okay,” She turns back to you, “I’ve got to go, Kuvasz gets anxious if we don’t have any Chvka in stock.” She pulls a forest green cloak from under the table and wraps it over her shoulders. “It was nice talking to you, come see me again and I’ll bring you more Gushir.” She grins broadly then strides off into the crowd, vanishing from sight. You wave a hand in a weak goodbye. Your plate is empty again so you turn back to the food table.

“Making friends?” says a voice in your ear. You jump violently, dropping your plate and sending remnants of sauce flying. Angelo catches it before it smashes on the floor, and hands it back to you, giggling.

“Not funny,” you mumble, scowling at him.

“Aw c’mon,” he slaps you on the shoulder, “I was only joking. Anyway, how was your conversation with Elsie? She’s from Earth like you, right?” You nod and reach for your drink. “Hey, if you get in her good books she’ll bring you cake.”

“Where do they get the food from?” You ask, frowning at the dozens of dishes all along the tables with new ones being brought out every so often.

“Beats me,” Angelo shrugs and turns back to the food “They just turn up with it, we don’t pay them or anything, not that we have money here.” He picks up a couple of sticks with what looks like chicken on them and hands on to you. “I find it’s better not to ask questions and just be thankful.” You take a bite out of the maybe-chicken, it tastes like a combination of fish and beef. “Just enjoy the weirdness of the Space, my friend.” He takes a bite of meat off the stick and promptly spits it out onto the already stained grey floor.

Thank you for reading the next instalment of The Space. I was trying to go for some more world-building here and also a bit of explanation about how The Space works and the people in it. I know we’ve only talked to humans so far but don't worry we’ll get to know some other species later on. If you have any suggestions for characters you’d like to see or maybe just a comment (or even constructive criticism, I don’t mind!) feel free to say so.

The next instalment will be posted in a couple of weeks and will be titled Selkie, in which we meet a rather more unusual character (actually one of my favourite characters). Again, thank you for reading!

#the space #scifi #sci-fi & fantasy #fiction #story #stories #fic #food #parallel #parallel worlds #alien #planet

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kpophostage · 8 years ago

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Pull Me Closer

Hey guys! I spent all day writing this because I couldn’t get it out of my head. I hope you enjoy it.

Namjoon x Reader Soulmate AU

(There is character death, it’s minor though)

You stared down at the red string twisting up your pinky finger with disdained as the lecture droned on in the background. You always hated this string. Why should a simple string have so much power over our lives? Why were we destined to fall in love with whoever was tied at the other end? In your opinion, it was extremely unfair.

“Has anyone ever cut their string?”

You glanced up from your string and looked at the fellow classmate who asked the question. You scoffed at the question. Cut the string? You had tried nearly a million times to cut your string. There is no way that someone else was able to succeed.

You tried to cut the string with scissors from your mother’s sewing set. She walked in on you snipping at the air around your finger and knew exactly what you were attempting to do. A gasp escaped her lips as she smacked the scissors out of your hands. “What are you doing?”

“Cutting the string,” you grumbled.

“How are you supposed to find your soulmate if you cut your string?” She questioned. Her eyebrows are arched. Her hands are placed on her hips as she stared at you with narrow eyes. “Don’t be stupid.”

However, if she could see what your string looked like, she would probably want to cut it off as well.

“Only once in all of human history,” your professor answered. Your head snapped as you looked over at your professor. She was an older lady with gray hair and glasses that wore long skirts and sandals. She stood at the front of class with the text book in her hands. “It’s more of a myth than actual history. A couple broke the string somehow. Scholars argue over how they managed to do so. Some say they burned it. Other say that that they cut their fingers off. But the myth says goes that the female was betrothed to a Prince - a man that wasn’t her soulmate. She agreed because at that point she was older and hadn’t met her soulmate yet. However, a few years after the marriage, a rich merchant comes into town and it’s her soulmate. And if you have met your soulmate already, you know that the bond is very strong. They can’t keep away from each other and have an affair. The Prince finds out about the affair about two years later. At first he wanted to execute his wife’s soulmate. The wife convinces him not to. Instead, he banishes the merchant from his kingdom.” The professor paused her story and took a deep breath. “If you guys ever had to take a trip away from your soulmate, you’ll know the feeling of despair that the couple must have been going through. It’s a feeling of emptiness and nothingness. You just don’t feel complete.” Her voice got softer as she explained this part. “So to put an end to their misery, they decided to break the string. Their theory was that if they break the string, they break the bond.”

“Did it work?” Another student asked. “Did they really break the bond?”

“They died soon after breaking the string. No one really knows if it worked. The myth says that when they broke the string, they angered the Gods. So the Gods punished them-”

“Punished them?” A student gasped. “That seems unfair. They were only trying to survive their situation. Maybe the Gods should have made it easier for them.”

“They defied what the Gods have chosen. Yeah, maybe the Gods could have made it easier but maybe the wife should have left her husband for her soulmate,” the professor argued. “Anyways, the Gods destined them to be born on separate continents so that they could never meet.”

“That’s supposed to stop them from meeting?” Someone asked.

“In the time period that this happened, yes. People still traveled on boats and it was usually only merchants and pirates- and soldiers during wartime. This wasn’t in our time when we could just take a plane anywhere.”

“You said that some scholars believed that the burned the string?” The question was out of your mouth before you even realized it. You chastised yourself for speaking out.

The professor gazed over at you. “There is a lot of debate. But yes, one theory is that they burned the string.”

Your friends always described how their string is pulled taut. They described how they could feel a pull and a tug on the string every now and then. They always got so excited. It meant that their soulmate was near.

Looking at your string now as you sat at your dining table, your string wasn’t pulled and stretched tightly. In fact, it never has been. Your string was loose. It pooled around your feet. You would find yourself tangled in it. It looped and had knots. It just doesn’t look like how anyone else describes theirs to look like. It doesn’t look like how the textbooks describes it.

You sighed as you grabbed a candle. You lit it. You stared down at the red string before hesitantly lifting it up. You held it over the flame and just watched. For a moment, it looked like the flame engulfed it but when you pulled your finger away, the string was still in perfection condition.

You let out a defeated groan as you hand falls onto the table with a thud. Life is so unfair.

“Does your string still look different?” You stood in line with your best friend, Cailey, as a local coffee shop. “You still don’t believe in soulmates?”

You rolled your eyes and huffed. “Soul mates are so overrated,” you answered as you moved forward in the line. “Why should a string dictate who we fall in love with? We should be able to chose who we love.”

Cailey chuckled and patted your back. “Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll find your soulmate one day and he’ll change your whole opinion on it.” She smiled hopefully at you. “Besides, the string doesn’t decide who you’ll fall in love with. There are platonic soulmates too, you know. It’s just easier to fall in love with your soulmate because they are supposed to compatible with you.”

You sighed before turning your attention back towards the front of the line. There was still about four people in front of you. You still didn’t like the idea of a string choosing who fits with you. What made this red string so special?

You were walking to class the first time you ever felt it.

You didn’t realize it at first. Your attention was on getting to class that slight tugging feeling went unnoticed. You weaved your way through the crowds. When you had stepped around a particular group of girls, you overheard a bit of their conversation.

“Are you going to the BTS concert tonight?” the shortest one with curly hair had asked excitedly. You glanced over at her as you walked by. She was bouncing on her feet with a huge smile on her feet. “I still can’t believe I got tickets.”

“Of course. I’m going to see Rap Monster!” Someone had answered her. Your mind had barely processed her words because you felt the biggest tug on your hand. It caused you stumbled back and fall onto your butt. The girls all turned to help you up.

“Oh my gosh are you okay?” the shortest one asked you.

“Yeah,” you answered. You looked around you, trying to see if you could spot who had pulled you back. “Did you see who pulled me?” You asked.

“No one pulled you,” the girls answered.

“It must be your string!” one of the girls gasped excitedly. “You’re soulmate must be nearby!” The rest of the girl squealed in excitement.

You opened your mouth to protest. You were ready to explain how their assumption was wrong. But your gaze fell onto your finger. Your eyes widened and jaw dropped.

This was the first time you had ever seen the string pulled taut. It was the first time that the red string wasn’t pooled around your feet. It was the first time it was tangled around you. It was the first time you had ever seen it stretched.

“What?” you gasped quietly.

“Can you still feel the tugging?” the shortest one asked. “If you can, he might be close enough to find him.”

You shook your head. Your mind was too amaze to answer.

“What’s a BTS?” Cailey friend stopped walking to look at a poster hung up in the window at a market. You stopped walking as well.

“I think it’s a band or something. These girls were talking about a concert earlier today when-” You words are stopped as your eyes fall onto the poster.

“They’re kind of hot, huh?” She giggled.

It’s the second time in your whole life that you felt a tug on you string as you stared up at the man with dimples who stood in the middle of the poster. There were others on the poster but your eyes were glued to him.

“Does he look familiar to you?” You asked Cailey as you point to him.

“Nope. I have never seen him before.” She answered. She raised an eyebrow as she looked over at your face. “Why?”

“I…” There was a feeling of nostalgia and longing as you stared at him. For some reason, you just wanted to reach out to him. You could feel tears building up in your eyes. You quickly blinked them away and teared your attention away from the poster. “He just seemed familiar,” you explained with an airy chuckle. “I probably saw his picture online or something. He must be famous to have a concert, huh?”

“Yeah. That’s probably it,” she quickly agreed. “Let’s get some snacks,” she grabbed your hand and pulled you inside of the market.

You woke up the next day and immediately looked at your string. You sighed in disappointment as the string is tangled in your blankets. Yesterday was too good to be true. It must have been a fluke. Or maybe the gods liked to play with the hearts of innocent girls.

It hardly seemed fair that the bliss of knowing that you had a soulmate, the happiness of knowing that there was someone out there for you, the contentment of knowing that your weren’t destined to be alone could only last for less than a day.

You should have never bought into the whole soulmate thing. It seemed that your were destined for disappointment.

You heaved your body out of your bed and headed towards the kitchen to make coffee.

“Namjoon, are you okay?” Jin had approached him during a studio session. It was just the two of them because Jin had told him he only wanted to re-sing a part of a song they were working on.

Namjoon looked up his computer and over at Jin. Jin had a clear look of concern on his face as he worried about his younger member. Namjoon brows furrowed at the question. “Yeah, I’m good. Why?”

“You just...Since we got back you have been acting strange,” Jin explained as he nervously played with his fingers. “You’ve been staring at your string a lot lately… did something happen?”

“No...It’s nothing. Thanks for worrying about me.”

“Oh my gosh. I still can’t believe that you are leaving me to go to Korea!” Cailey whined as she drove you to the airport. “You don’t even know Korean,” she complained.

You laughed at her reaction. “I’m just going for two months. It’s part of a study abroad program. I get to tutor students in English.” You nudged her. “I’ll miss you too,” you playfully sing.

“Ah. Who said anything about missing you?” She scoffed. “In fact, I’m glad you're going. I need a break away from your mopey aura.” She sighed as she pulled up in front of the airport. “Are you okay. Do you want me to go inside with you?”

“I’m sure I can handle myself,” you responded as you gathered your bags from the back seat. “I’ll make sure to call you when I land.”

“Yes, no matter what time it is!” She agreed. “Find yourself a hot Korean fling while you're at it,” she laughed.

“What happened to saving yourself for your soulmate?” You questioned.

“Eh, if Koreans are as hot as those boys on that poster-”

“Oh my gosh, that was like a year ago!” You laughed. “How do you remember them?”

“Because I googled them when I got home. Their name is BTS. If you meet them get me an autograph.” She hurriedly unbuckled her seatbelt and reached over to envelop you into a hug. “Besides, their faces we kind of unforgettable.”

For once you agreed, but you didn’t tell her. You couldn’t get the dimpled face out of your mind. You couldn’t forget him. His face always came to surface in your thoughts when you found yourself dozing off during a lecture. Remembering him brought back the longing feeling.

“I’ll see you in two months,” you said as you finally bring yourself to open the car door. “Don’t miss me too much.”

“Ms Y/N!” one of your students called to you. You looked across the classroom to see a group of girls giggling as they all watched a video on one of their phones. “Come watch this!” The same girls grins at you as she waved you over.

You walked towards them. “You’re supposed to be doing your work,” you scolded lightly. But you couldn’t find it in you to be upset as you approached them. Besides, you were just a tutor and not an actual teacher. They all groaned and pleaded for a break. “A small break. But then get back to work.”

“Watch it! It’s BTS. They’re really good,” she pointed the phone towards you.

You watched as the group of guys danced and sang on screen. You blinked at the screen as the dimpled man came to the front of the group. “Is he rapping?” you asked as you noticed that he didn’t seemed to be singing like the others so far.

“Yeah. That’s Rap Monster!”

“Rap Monster,” you repeated as you watched the video. You felt a tugging on finger but you ignored it. Ever since you arrived in Seoul a month ago, your string seemed to alway be tugging and pulling you. Watching him brought back that longing feeling. Another one of them moved to the front to rap, “Oh another rapper?” you asked.

“Yeah. There’s three rappers.”

“Namjoon,” this time it was the whole group who approached him. They noticed that his behavior seemed strange lately. He was always anxious. He seemed to be always waiting for something that is never going to happen.

“Yeah?” he answered. He was concentrating on writing new lyrics. He suddenly had a spout of inspiration.

“Is everything alright with you?” Jin asked as he eyed the member with concern. “You’ve been acting strange lately…”

“I have a soulmate!” Namjoon declared happily as he looked up from his notebook. He watched as a confused look crossed all of his member’s face.

“Everyone has a soulmate,” Yoongi was the first to respond.

“Not me,” Namjoon answered as he shook his head. “It least I didn’t, or I thought I didn’t…” his words turned into mumbles towards the end. “My string was always different so I thought it meant that I didn’t have a soulmate.”

“Different?” Jungkook asked. “How so?”

“It wasn’t like stretched, you know. Like it felt like there wasn’t anyone on the other end pulling at it,” he explained. “But then a month ago, suddenly it’s pulled tight. Usually there’s a lot of extra string everywhere, but this time it’s actually stretched. And sometimes I feel a tug. That has never happened to me before, you know.”

The group remained silent as they processed their leader’s words. Taehyung is the first one to speak again with a bright smile on his face. “Your soulmate must be close by then! We should go find her!” He excitedly shouts. “Do you feel the tugging now? We should follow it until we find her!”

Yoongi scowled at the suggestion. “We can’t just-”

“No. I don’t feel any tugging now. But maybe later if I feel it I could follow it,” Namjoon sighed happily. “It just feel so nice to know that you have a soulmate. I thought I would spend my whole life without knowing.”

“What are you going to say when you finally meet her?” Hoseok asked. “Have you thought about it.”

“Hmm… I’ll just say ‘I’m Namjoon and I’m your soulmate’” Namjoon answered.

“You can’t just-” Jin started only to be interrupted by Yoongi.

“It’s short, simple, and straight to the point. I like it,” Yoongi patted Namjoon’s back before heading out of the room.

It was dimple man, Rap Monster. Except it wasn’t him. He looked different. But behind the different face, it felt like it was dimples man. You glanced around you, noticing that you were both standing in an open field. The sky was a bright blue. There seemed to be an endless amount of grass and flowers.

“Y/N. I can’t live without you anymore. It hurts,” he said. You turned your attention back towards him. He was staring at you with a desperate look on his face, he seemed like he was in intense pain. His hands reached out to grab you but your body moved away.

You wanted to reach out and comfort him. But it felt like you had no control over your body. “Namjoon. We can’t do this anymore. I must stay with my husband.” The words came out of your mouth but it wasn’t your voice.

“Don’t you feel it? The emptiness. Y/N, I feel so hopeless when I am without you. I can’t stand to be without you.” He pleaded. There were tears falling down his face. Your heart wept for him.

“Namjoon, we can’t,” you voice quivered. “My husband...he’ll kill you,” you pleaded. “Please, forget about me. Go live your laugh happily.” You felt hollow inside. You felt empty.

“We know that is impossible. We are soulmates. We have a bond, it’s unbreakable,” he laughed bitterly. “Just run away with me. We can be in a new city by sundown. Just come with me.”

“I can’t. I have a duty to my people.” You shook your head. “Perhaps if I would have met you earlier, then things could be different.”

“But the bond-”

“It can be broken,” you answered. “We can break it. And then we can be happy without each other.” You could feel tears fall down your cheeks. He reached a hand out to wipe them away. “Please. Let’s break it.”

“I...If it is what you truly want. I’ll do anything for you.”

You woke up with a startled. You wrapped you body around your pillow. Tears fell down you face as you wept for the couple. They were so in love but they could never be together. You could feel her pain. It felt so real. You wanted to run away with him. She wanted to run away from him. But her heart was torn between her love in him and her love for her people.

Why were the Gods so cruel?

Rain pelted Namjoon in the face. The sky was dark and gloomy. He could hear the distant thunder and a see the flash of lightning. His clothes were soaked and clung to his body.

He breathing is uneven. There is a sharp unbearable pain on the side of his stomach. His hands clenched at it. When he pulled his hand away to look at it, he found it soaked with blood. He wheezed as he tried to sit up, but his body seemed paralyzed. He wanted to call for help, but he couldn’t speak.

A figure appeared before him. It had a shape of a woman. Y/N. He thought.

The woman chuckled. “No. I’m not her,” she responded to his unspoken thought.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion until realization hits him. A Goddess. Please help me. Save me.

She chuckled again as she leaned down. “Yes. I am a Goddess. But sadly, I’m not here to save you. I’m here to punish you.” She explained. She clicked her tongue. “Namjoon, you’ve done a very bad thing. You broke your soulmate bond.”

I’m sorry. Please. He begged.

“I know it wasn’t your idea. It was Y/N. You should have disagreed. Well, no you both have to be punished.” She ran her hand through his hair comfortingly.

No. Please. Leave her be. I’ll take the punishment.

“You see, even without the bond. You still care for her. We Gods only wish to help you connect with someone who you can always rely on. That’s what the string is for.” She sighed. “If it were my decision, you wouldn’t be punished for it. Some of the Gods are over reacting, they feel to insulted. But I must.”

Please.

“Close your eyes, Namjoon. You won’t be in pain anymore when you awake in a new life,” she spoke softly, with sympathy. “At least not physically. However, you will live without ever meeting Y/N ever again. You will live with both of your souls on separate continents. And when you die again and reawaken again, you will still be on different continents. For you are to long for the bond you broke. That is your punishment.”

Please. Don’t.

“Close your eyes, my child. Be at peace.”

“Namjoon! Wake up!”

Namjoon eyes fluttered open to see Yoongi watching him with concern. He groaned as he sat up. “Where am I?” he grumbled.

“At your studio. I was coming by to see if you want food but you were screaming in your sleep.” Yoongi explained. He handed Namjoon a water bottle, which he gulped at appreciatively. “You okay man. It seemed intense.”

“It was intense,” Namjoon responded. “Very intense.”

“You want to talk about it?” Yoongi asked.

Namjoon shook his head. “No. It’s over now.”

You felt the tugging on your fingers. This time it seemed insistent. It wasn’t the usual tug or two and then it stopped. It was as if it wanted to lead you somewhere. You tried to ignore it as your browsed the English section at the bookstore.

“We should start walking towards the fanmeet!” a girl said to her friend as the walked by the bookcase you stood at. “It starts soon and I don’t wanna miss out at my one chance to meet BTS.”

You interest piqued as you heard the group name. The tugging became more prominent but you still stood at the bookcase.

“I can’t wait to see Rap Monster,” her friend responded as they walked out of the door.

At the sound of his name, the tugging sensations turned into a hard jerk towards the door. You thought your arm was going to be pulled off. You give in to the pull and began to walk out of the bookstore and into the mall. The pull lead you the same directions as the girls, you could see them up ahead.

However, it stopped about halfway and yanked you into a coffee shop. You let out a squeak as you stumbled inside and into someone else’s body. “Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry,” you apologized in broken Korean. “Sorry,” you repeated once more in English, just in case your pronunciation had been off.

“Y/N?” Your named fell out of the person’s mouth.

Your head snapped up to see dimple man, Rap Monster, standing in front of you with a surprised look on his face. You had wanted to ask how he knew your name but the sudden desire to hug him came over you. You don’t know why you hugged him but it felt right. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you closer to him. His hold was tight, as if he was afraid you would slip away.

The sound of someone clearing their throat brought you both back into reality. You pulled yourself away from him even though your body protested against it. You face was flushed as you tried to form coherent sentences in your mind.

“How - How did you know my name?” You questioned as you pointed at him. “Why did we just hug? Why do I still want to hug you?”

Someone spoke to Rap Monster in Korean. It was the first time you noticed that the rest of the group was with him.

“Namjoon. What’s going on? Do we need to call security?”

Namjoon shook his head at whatever he said. His eyes never left you. “Y/N,” he repeated. “My name is Namjoon and I am your soulmate.”

Your eyes widened at his answer. “What? Are you crazy?” You questioned as you backed away from him.

“How did you find me?” He asked. “It’s because you felt the pull, right? I felt it too.”

You shook your head. “Oh my gosh. My soulmate is a BTS member,” you whispered in disbelief. You hadn’t meant for him to hear you.

His eyes lit up. The smile grew on his face. “You know us? You know BTS? Are you a fan?” He asked excitedly. “You like our music?”

“No,” you answered. “My students like you a lot,” you explained. His smile fell for a second but it returned back fast.

“You’re a teacher? English?”

“I’m just tutoring some students while studying,” you answered. “I leave in a week.”

“You leave?” He asked, his eyes widened. “Already? We just met.”

One of the members spoke to him in Korean again. It sounded very urgent. Namjoon argued for a moment before sighing.

“I have to go to the fanmeet now. Um. You wait here until I finish. I’ll come back!” He looked hopeful. His members had to drag him out of the shop.

You watched until he disappeared.

“Oh my gosh!” Cailey squealed at you. You watched her on the screen of your laptop as you sat in bed. “You met your soulmate while in Korea. That’s insane!” She clapped happily. “Tell me all the details. Is he handsome? What does he do? Have you gone on a date yet? Are you getting married?”

You groaned at the million questions that flew out of her mouth. “It’s complicated, Cailey.” You rubbed at your face in frustration. “It’s not a practical relationship. Besides, I don’t think I’ll see him again. We didn’t even exchange numbers or anything.”

“What do you mean?” she asked. “He’s your soulmate. It is destined to work out.”

“He lives here in Korea. I live back home with you. There’s too much distance. It would never work out. Besides, he’s an idol. It would ruin his image.” You grumbled.

“AN IDOL!” She screeches. “You are so lucky! Who is it?”

You sighed. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes it does!”

You sighed again. “It’s Rap Monster from BTS.”

She screamed again and you contemplated ending the skype call. “Oh my gosh! BTS! I am like one step away from my true love Jin!”

“You already have your soulmate,” you reminded her.

She pouted. “Why do you get a K-Idol soulmate? You don’t even want a soulmate,” she stuck her tongue out at you. “Come on. What’s the worst thing that could happen? Just meet up with him again.”

“I can’t,” you responded. “I never got his number or anything. He had to leave for a fanmeet. He asked me to wait but I was just too overwhelmed so I ending up leaving.” You shrugged. “Besides, I leave in a week.”

“Y/N,” she said softly. “I just want you to be happy.”

“I am happy,” you argued. “I was happy. I don’t need a soulmate to be happy.”

“That was before you met him. Now that you actually met him, it’s going to feel different. You don’t feel it already? How long ago was it when you met him?”

“Yesterday,” you mumbled. You knew exactly what she was talking about. Even though it had been only twenty-four hours, you already missed him. You sighed. “I’ll survive. It’s what I’m meant to do.”

You feel an immense emptiness inside every time you looked down at you string to see it slackened in a tangled mess. You feel an immense amount of regret every time see the red string pile on the floor by your feet. You feel an immense longing every time you think of him.

But you continued on. You were determined. You survived without him before. You hardly even knew the guy. There was no way you could have this deep connection. But you did anyway.

“Are you sure you are up for a world tour?” Jin asked with concern. “I mean, I know you must be hurting since she left.”

Namjoon sighed deeply. “Yeah. I can manage.”

“If only we knew where she was from, we could hold a concert in that city and try to find her,” Hoseok commented.

Namjoon jumped up at the idea. “Of course. Of course! Why didn’t I think of that?” He smiled hopefully.

“Think of what?” Hoseok questioned.

“Our last tour. There was a city we stopped in and I felt a tug. I didn’t think much of it then. But now, that must be where she lives!”

It’s been at least seven months since you left Korea. Seven months of you feeling absolutely hollow. Seven months and you still weren’t used to the way your red string dragged behind you.

“BTS is going on tour again!” Cailey smiled at you.

“Good for them,” you grumbled.

“Maybe they’ll have another concert here,” she nudged you. “Maybe you can find Namjoon again.”

“I doubt it,” you responded. “Our city isn’t known to host concerts often.”

“But they had one here before!” She argued.

You shrugged as you looked away from her.

The last time you felt it, it was 8 months ago. You forgot what it felt like.

You had been sitting in class when you felt the tug. You gasped as you looked down at your string. Once again it was pulled taut. You bite on your bottom lip before deciding to ignore it as you continued to take notes.

However, your note taking ceased. You stared blankly at your professor. You couldn’t concentrate with the tugging sensation.

“Let’s get some snacks,” Jin said. “I saw a grocery store just down the street.”

BTS were settling into the hotel room. They had a concert the next night and then they had a break in the city for a week until they had to move to the next place.

Namjoon was hoping he could find you within that week.

You felt a tug as soon as you stepped into the market. You decided again, just to ignore it. You lived in a big city, there’s no way you would run into him. All he had to do was perform at his concert and then go.

You placed some fruit into your basket. The tugging feeling grew more insistent as you ignored it. You walked towards the snack aisle.

There were two males standing in the aisle, There eyes widened as they saw you but you didn’t really pay any attention to them. You just wanted to find a bag of chips and then go home and avoid going outside until your string stopped pulling at you.

You finally chose a bag and placed it in your cart. You were about to walk out of the aisle when you felt a hard jerk. You stumbled to keep your balance. You sucked in a breath. The last time you felt a tug that hard, he was close by.

You hesitantly turned around to see that he had joined the two males at the other end of the aisle. His eyes were glued on to you as he walked forward. You string pulled at you to move closer to him but you panicked.

You panicked so badly that you ran out the store despite Namjoon begging you to stop.

You were telling Cailey what happened over a panicked phone call. There was a judging silence from her as you finished the story.

“Cailey?” You called, wondering if she hung up.

“You ran away from your soulmate, again? Don’t you think you’re being selfish?”

“Selfish?” You questioned. “How am I being selfish?”

“I know you think that you are handling the pain from being away from him just fine. But you aren’t. You act like you are but you aren’t.” She sighed. “I just want to strangle you!” She growled in frustration.

“How is any of this selfish?” You asked again.

“Have you thought about how he must feels. The bond goes both way. He must be miserable and dying. Imagine how he feels that his soulmate keeps running away from him?”

You never thought about that. “I-” you stuttered. You couldn’t wrap your head around how bad Namjoon must be feeling now. You never gave a second thought that he would feel the emptiness too. “I have to apologize.”

“Do you get it now?”

“I have to find him!” You stood up and searched for your coat.

“Where are you going?” Cailey asked. “It’s dark outside. You don’t even know where he is!”

You slipped your shoes on. “I can feel my string pulling me. I’ll just follow it.”

“Y/N. Just wait until morning!” She shouted from the other end of the line. “There’s no point going out right now to find him. He’ll still be here tomorrow.”

You bit on your bottom lip as you stood in front of your door. The tugging was coaxing you outside. “I’m going. I’ll text you when I get back home.” You hung up the phone before she could talk you out of it.

Namjoon couldn’t sleep with the constant tugging. He also couldn’t sleep because he couldn’t stop thinking about how you ran away. He thought maybe you were busy and had to leave when he had asked you to wait back in Korea. But now he knew that you meant to go.

He sighed before putting his shoes one and quietly slipping out of the hotel room.

The tugging lead you to a park. You could see him sitting on a bench. Panic filled you again, it was telling you to flee once again. However, this time you forced yourself to move forward. You forced yourself to continue forwards.

You came up besides him. “Namjoon.” It was the first time you ever said his name. It tasted like honey and tea.

He looked over at you. He hopped up once he realizes that it is you. “Y/N.” He whispered. He reached out to hug you but stopped halfway. He hands dropped to his sides.

“I owe you an apology,” you began. “I never really believed in this whole soulmate thing because, well I never thought I had a soulmate. You know, my string was different.” You explained.

“So was mine,” Namjoon agreed. “I didn’t think I had one either.”

“And when I met you, I just panicked. I didn’t think about how it would make you feel. I never really paid attention to the whole soulmate thing and I didn’t realize that you would feel…” you words trailed off as you stared down at your shoes.

Namjoon hesitantly grabbed hold of your hand. You looked up at him. “It’s okay. I forgive you,” he smiled at you warmly. You smiled back at him. “I feel like I’ve been looking for you for hundreds of years.”

“I feel like I have been waiting for hundreds of years.”

You sat by the window in your tower as you watched expectantly. “Princess Y/N, we brought you lunch,” you looked over at the servant girl who placed a tray of food on the table in front of you.

“Thank you,” you responded. “Has there been any visitors?” You asked.

The servant girl shook her head. “No Princess. May I ask who it is you are waiting for?” Her head was bowed and she avoided your gaze as she spoke.

“My soulmate,” you whispered.

She gasped before looking up at you. It was the first time since marrying the prince that anyone dared to look at you directly. “I thought you severed the string.”

“The string does not break the bond. It just makes it harder to find each other,” you explained. “The string is a gift from the Gods. It acts as a compass. But even without the string, the bond will be there. You will still feel the same way.”

“So you soulmate is coming for you?” she asked. Her eyes had an excited glint. “He’s going to take you away? You’ll be happy finally?”

“He must be just on the other side of the hill. I feel it.” You gazed out the window. “He’ll be here by nightfall. And then we can run away together.”

You picked up the cup of tea only to have the servant take it out of your hands. “Princess, if what you say is true. If your soulmate is to come and take you away, then don’t drink this tea.” She placed the cup back on the table. “It was brewed by the Prince himself.”

You blinked at her before sighing. “Thank you. I wish you the best when I leave.”

Namjoon’s bloody body was found before nightfall. Your cup is empty by morning.

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