#althea and persephone

[rosetowers]

Lilith: Just be yourself. Alador: Really? Lilith, I have one day to win over Darius’s parents. Alador: How long did it take for you guys to like me? Eda: Couple of weeks. Raine: Six months. Perry: Jury’s still out. Alador: See Lilith? ‘Just be yourself,’ what kind of garbage advice is that?!

[rosetowersfanfic]

Meet the family: it's just stuff

random drabble for a fic that i may or may not finish. Hunter breaks some plates and being Hunter he freaks out.

Hunter looked around the ornate kitchen as he tried to find something to do. After such a luxurious dinner, it only seemed right that he helped to clean up.

He spotted a pile of dishes stacked on a counter next to the door, ready to be brought over to the sink. Taking action, Hunter picked up the heavy load and attempted to make his way over so he could clean them; key word being "attempted". He must have walked two maybe three steps when the great weight of twelve people's worth of plates slipped from his grasp and crashed onto the tiled floor.

"No!" He panicked, and crouched down to try and clean up the shattered pieces in hopes it would pacify the anger this mistake would surely incur. All this accomplished was a cut in the palm of his hand as his eyes began to brim with tears.

"Hunter! Is everything okay?! I heard- oh!" Darius ran into the kitchen, and stopped dead when he saw Hunter knelt on the floor as he clutched his bleeding hand.

"Oh boy. Mom, we need some help in here!"

"Is everything alright- ah, I see," Althea noted calmly.

"Stand up, sweetflea," she told Hunter, who followed her order without question and let himself be lead to a stool.

Althea tsked when she took a closer look at the cut. "That went deep. What were you trying to do dear?" She asked as she drew a healing circle and had it hover over Hunter's hand.

"I-I was trying to clean up the-the p-plates. I'm really sorry-"

"Mm, next time use a broom, dear. I don't want you hurting yourself again." Althea finished the spell, the cut was disinfected and healing at a much faster pace, and summoned a bandage. As she tied it around Hunter's hand, Darius cleared away the broken plates and approached the pair.

"Are you okay?" Darius asked.

"Yeah. I'm really sorry, I just wanted to help clean up and they just slipped out of my hands."

"It's just stuff, Hunter. We're glad you're alright."

Hunter sniffed. "I know, but some of those plates looked like antiques, w-were they heirlooms?"

Althea smiled. "Before I answer that, can I ask you something?" At Hunter's nod she continued. "Do you know why none of those plates matched?"

Hunter shook his head. He'd vaguely noticed the odd mish-mash of patterns and colours on those plates, even the older, more valuable looking ones.

"That's because Granny and I had nine children. Nine rambunctious, clumsy, sweet little boys who wanted to help, or weren't paying attention, so they broke a lot of plates over the years." She and Darius shared a smile.

"By the time I was born, most of the heirlooms were broken by my brothers and replaced a dozen times over," Darius added.

"Especially by Nicolas. I love him, but I've seen him trip over air so many times," Althea shook her head with a fond smile.

"The fact is, we have a big family; it wasn't practical to keep those old plates locked away to collect dust. Kids break things, it's best to clean up and remind them to be a bit more careful."

"For example, you can ask someone to help clean up rather than do it all by yourself," Darius said.

Hunter nodded. "Okay, thanks Grandma, thanks Darius."

"Of course, dear. How's your hand?"

"Fine, it just stings a little."

"Oh, well we can't have that," Althea drew another spell circle directly over her lips, which then started to glow a soft blue. She brought Hunter's hand to her lips, and at their touch the lingering pain dissipated.

"Does that feel better?" She asked.

"Yeah," Hunter blinked in amazement,"yeah, it feels way better, thank you."

With that, they all walked out of the kitchen and headed to the living room.

[how-very-salty]

I can't stop thinking about Hydes and Persephone, so.... these are my new OCs, Aiden and Althea. He kidnapped her and married her, just like in the original myth. Aiden was hoping she could lift the curse on him (he was tired of the destruction), but Althea doesn't want that because it would kill him.

Don't think I'll be drawing them often, but... well, why not?

[theoisbos]

The full moon rises on the solstice.

Having a Hades and Persephone cocktail, had a sacred fire, and enjoying the evening.

Blessed are the gods above and below.

Blessed is Hestia, who always gets her portion for without i hold no banquet with the gods.

Blessed is the union of Queen Hera Althea and Zeus King of Gods and Men.

Blessed are Apollon who pulls the sun (which he deserves gratitude for his longest shift) and Artemis who hunts by the moons light.

Blessed is Persephone of Cycles and her Mother, Demeter Lady of the Harvest.

The smoke of the fire plumes upward to bless myself and my home to finally settle as offering at the feet of the gods.

And let the ashes return to Hades, as is his right, for all that lives upon the earth was once a part of the soil.

Blessed Be the gods above and below. Χαίρε

[superfluouskeys]

2 and 4 for Melanie Cavill | 5 for Althea from known media “wip whenever parts 1, 2, 3, and 4” | 20 for persephonestraygods And hmmmm hMMMM 9 for Alastor from HH

oooohoohhohohoo these were much food for thought thank you definitely anonymous and mysterious and unknowable friend!!!!

MELANIE CAVILL

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

*LOUD WAILING* I just loooooooooove the way she is set up and portrayed in literally all of s1, the way she is consistently humanized despite how her actions might look (showing her in her lil MIT sweatshirt with her lil lunch box before the reveal that she's running the train; showing her getting sick after she tortures josie; her consistently being like i am an engineer i should be doing That not This).

I was just thinking, I think the main reason the daughter coming back plot rubs me the wrong way is because her having a daughter at all seems a bit incidental to her character; it only really matters bc it shows that she "chose the train" over her daughter. I just really dislike it when shows use 'but she loves children' as a way to 'humanize' female characters. The reconciliation arc feels like such a ham-fisted way to show another side of Melanie when they were doing that already in subtler and better ways.

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

ONE THAT APPRECIATES HER!!!!!!! I'm having such a hard time taking her off the train in my mind LOL no one escapes the train. I think something else similarly futuristic/dystopian would also fit her though. And she just has SUCH antihero/reformed villain turned protag potential. Let her go from "I went about this the wrong way" to "I'm the only one who can fix this new disaster that happened after my fall from grace, let me make it right."

ALTHEA BLACKTHORNE FROM KNOWN MEDIA UNNAMED WIP (actually the wip does have a name but I do occasionally keep some things to myself)

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Okay I spent some time second-guessing my first thought but honestly no I stand by it, "Elastic Heart" by Sia.

PERSEPHONESTRAYGODS

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

Hmmmmmmmmm okay okay okay hear me out, Persephone really seems to like people who see past her tough exterior and call her on her bullshit, and of course she needs a drinking buddy. I think she wouldn't really mind someone who has a really different life experience from her or someone who can't fully understand everything she's been through. It's more important to her to be seen clearly in the present than to be understood completely, if that makes sense. Hear me out but. I think Persephone and Korra could be friends.

ALASTOR FROM UNIVERSALLY BELOVED HH

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

All right we've got some pros and cons here.

PRO: Hates infernal picture boxes. Would not blast tiktoks without headphones or try to get me to watch some show I would hate in the name of roommate bonding. CON: Might spontaneously cut the power or short-circuit something for reasons unknowable to me.

PRO: Seems perfectly happy to take care of simple home repairs. At worst it would cost me one (1) soul.

PRO: Loves electro-swing and drinking, zero downsides here.

CON: Eats exclusively raw, rotting animal carcasses, BUT hear me out. PRO: I would never have to wait to use the kitchen. Has immaculate table manners while eating raw, rotting animal carcasses. Very important.

CON: Has weird friends that might spontaneously show up and bring untold disaster to my doorstep, but that's pretty much always what it feels like when your roommate has friends over.

Result: Yes I think we could be roommates I think it would be fun at least for awhile and honestly would not be even close to the worst roommate situations I have had.

Character Ask Game!

[tmrsdiary]

The Serenade of Persephone

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WATTPAD

AO3

Had ever Tom Riddle heard of retribution?

Althea Lynch had and she was seeking it her whole life.

After her mother's tragic death by Grindewald's attack at the Ministry of Magic, Althea attends Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft after being homeschooled since she was little. A female ghost who haunts the girls' bathroom, some mysterious attacks towards students, and a boy that keeps messing around with her head lead her to one conclusion; that she has stepped into a nightmare, a nightmare that had a name. Was the war a person, it would not be Ares, it would be Tom Riddle.

[In other words, Tom Riddle Fanfiction that the mc is a normal person that has flaws and lives a life where it turns to be from good to bad. A lot of well-written humor if you ask me, enemies to lovers, slowburn and we see what else might bring this story]

[prismatic-dreaming]

"i love you more than the stars"

hi there! i'm astra and this is my oc blog! asks are open and i'll also do my own miscellaneous writings on occasion. likely some reblogs of whatever i think matches a character's vibes/reminds me of them too. oc descriptions/tags are below and will be categorized by universe! any posts with me talking will be tagged #astra talks

Baldur's Gate 3

ehe my current fixation

🌙Seraphine (Sera)

Tav she/her ✧ 24 ✧ tiefling ✧ draconic bloodline sorc ✧ acolyte Romance: Karlach (tho i also ship her with Shadowheart) Story Progression: Complete Route: Good Deity: Selune Sera's a sweet girl, with the general philosophy of trying to help people out wherever she can. When her powers awakened when she was little, they overwhelmed her, nearly killing her. The conflict between her infernal fire and draconic ice was nearly too much for her, but she was saved by the members of the Selunite enclave near Baldur's Gate.

🗡Euphoria (Euphie)

Dark Urge she/they ✧ ??? ✧ tiefling ✧ bardlock ✧ haunted one Romance: Shadowheart Story Progression: End of act 2 Route: Redeemed/Let's Not give into the Urges This bitch is trying so hard to be a good person and give off the impression of being the hero they've been thrust into being but they. are not. She's trying her best. My pathetic little meow meow. Uses music as a coping mechanism. Full of thoughts of murder and fear and self loathing.

🪐Vultsquest

a space campaign i've been playing for many years now that hosts a wide variety of planets and people. run by a friend who doesn't use tumblr.

🌌 Celeste Drakkina (#celeste, #celeste drakkina, #celeste chats)

✨ she/her ✧ 20s ✧ aldrakion ✧ musician & philanthropist ✨ my sweet adorable little dragon with catgirl energy. a traveling musician and philanthropist who's stumbled into a chaotic and at times, exhausting adventure in an attempt to save various planets and the galaxy as a whole. an absolute softie and very sweet. moonlights as the pop idol dreampop dragon (or simply dream). engaged to neve and zelda/evie, who belong to a friend. poly lesbian. ✨the one in the header image

🌟 Althea Rehm (#thea)

💎 she/they ✧ 20s ✧ nephilim ✧ doctor & researcher 💎 oh no you fucked up look what you did she has anxiety my nervous little science girlie who has anxiety from living in a dystopian surveillance state! its ok though she's been working in the rebellion as a doctor and researcher of the strange magic crystals referred to as "shards." very curious, prone to getting caught up in her work, and very passionate about it. socially inept but tries her best and is very sweet. best friends with perse, dated neve and zelda. ace lesbian. 💎 comes in 2 flavors: either pre-canon before she died or a speculative post-canon where she gets better. 💎 the one in the pfp (older design, she's a deer girl now)

🔥 Persephone Adar (#perse)

☙ she/he ✧ 20s ✧ nephilim ✧ ☙ sometimes you gotta make a hotgirl and shes mine. literally! she has fire powers. an absolute icon. a member of the rebellion who works in both nursing and as a therapist. she is not actually qualified to be one but you kinda get what you get in a dystopia. can be a bit blunt, likes to joke around with people, but deeply loyal and cares a great deal about those close to her. ☙ she was also the affair child of a corrupt politician and found to be useful in covering up her half sister's powers so she grew up as a personal servant to her. until she found out, lashed out, ran away to the rebellion before she got herself killed, nearly died in the process. but she met thea and they managed to survive, get rescued, and make it there together. they've been friends ever since.

species info:

aldrakion: custom part-dragon species. was created in a series of supersoldier experiments, though only one successful subject capable of transforming into a full draconic form was ever created. and then immediately lost lmao. that's celeste! she had no idea about this for a while. the project and its perpetrators have been taken down and brought to justice, and the subjects freed. demon: a bit different flavor of demon than your traditional sort, it's a species with a wide amount of variety in forms, which are constructed by the individual once they reach maturity. they also can possess various sorts of powers, which vary based on the individual, but are rare. nephilim: the product of reproduction between a demon and a human. tend to possess humanoid forms, and cannot decide their appearance at maturity. however, they are more likely to have powers.

📜 Dlennverse

world is by @imasyd

🌕 Yutsuka - 結月花 (#yutsuka)

🌕 she/her ✧ drow ✧ lunar magic sorcerer 🌕 sometimes you are one of the problem children of a lolth worshipping family who got moon magic after touching a moon shard the family has as a trophy against ellistrae and uh what are they supposed to do with you know? but you come to the surface with your cousin to have a better life and are also trans. that's her. her cousin is sakanai who belongs to @kaoala and also helped me with making her :) 🌕 she's currently wandering around sightseeing and painting what she finds on her adventures! she also enjoys pressing flowers and other plants. seems elegant and refined but gets easily excited over new places and cute things. 🌕 i want to write a nice sentence for her name but the characters mean to complete, moon, and flowers!

🔥Perse (Dlennverse edition, #perse)

☙ she/they ✧ 21 ✧ tiefling ✧ gloom stalker ranger ☙ unfortunately girlie still comes from a fucked up situation but shes also slaying and got out earlier good for her. ☙ i would love to talk more about her lore junk buuuut she's slated to appear in a murder mystery so no spoilers besties <3 you can still ask me stuff about her though!

🌟Thea (Dlennverse edition, #thea)

🦌 she/they ✧ 20s ✧ deer shifter ✧ alchemist artificer 🦌 wow! a less traumatized version of her? wild. she is just a cute nice little potion girlie having a nice time. good for her :) wip.

⛅Tag System

🌈 astra talks - anything where i talk out of character!

🌈 (character name) talks - in character, will be used unless there's another stated talking tag mentioned (ex: #celeste chats for celeste)

🌈 (character name) asks - if an ask comes from a particular character!

special shoutout to my lovely friend over at @bbbearwin for the inspiration to start an oc/rp blog and also borrowed format idea i love youuu

[whatchuwaitinfor]

Musicals Put On By Night Raven College

Drama Teacher: Ratton (OC based off of Ratigan from the Great Mouse Detective):

SIX:

(The first names are the singers, the second names are their dance partners as creative liberties for this musical playing Henry VIII or just the men mentioned in the songs).

Catherine of Aragon - Vil + Juna (1/8 MCs).

Anne Boelyn - Jinsuke (7/8 MCs) + Silver

Jane Seymour - Lilia + Idia

Anne of Cleeves - Riddle + Floyd

Katherine Howard - Norito (5/8 MCs) + Sebek

Catherine Parr - Rinsay (2/8 MCs) + Rook

Heathers:

Veronica - Rinsay (2/8 MCs)

J. D. - Rook

Heather Chandler - Vil

Heather Duke - Jinsuke (7/8 MCs)

Heather McNamara - Cater

Ram - Ace

Kurt - Deuce

Ram’s Dad - Trey

Kurt’s Dad - Arthur (An oc, big brother of Riddle)

Martha Dunnstock - Kalim

Ms. Fleming - Epel (imagine him saying “And Steve, I’m ending our affair” in his actual voice).

Sweeney Todd the Demon Barber of Fleet Street:

Sweeney Todd - Malleus

Mrs. Lovett - Isara (8/8 MCs)

Anthony Hope - Silver

Johanna - Jinsuke (7/8 MCs)

Judge Turpin - Leona

Beadle - Ruggie

Toby - Ortho

Pirelli - Floyd

‘Old Woman’ / Lucy - Vil

Les Misérables:

Valjean - Dante (oc based off of Drizella; Prof. Trien’s oldest child)

Javert - Sebek

Fantine - Vil

Child / Adult Cosette - Epel

Monsieur Thénardier - Floyd

Madame Thénardier - Jinsuke (7/8 MCs)

Éponine - Cater

Gavroche - Ortho

Enjolras - Ace

Grantaire - Deuce

Marius - Hiraku (3/8 MCs)

Courfeyrac - Rook

Combeferre - Trey

Joly - Pippa (strong oc based off of Panic from Hercules)

Bahorel - Jack

Feuilly - Ruggie

Bossuet - Isara (8/8 mcs)

Jehan - Riddle

The Forman - Althea (oc based off of Pain)

The Bishop - Kalim

Hamilton:

Alexander Hamilton - Ace

Aaron Burr - Leona

George Washington - Malleus

Thomas Jefferson - Arthur (oc; Riddle’s older brother)

James Madison - Azul

John Laurens - Deuce

Hercules Mulligan - Dante (OC based off of Drizella)

Marquis de Lafayette - Rook

Angelica Schuyler - Vil

Eliza Schuyler - Anteros (OC based off of Meg from Hercules)

Peggy Schuyler - Polkus (OC based off of Iago from Aladdin)

Philip Hamilton - Ruggie

King George III - Floyd

Samuel Seabury - Pippa (Panic from Hercules)

Charles Lee - Kalim

George 1 Eaker - Jack

Maria Reynolds - Norito (5/8 mcs)

James Reynolds - Jamil

Hadestown:

Orpheus - Hiraku (3/8 mcs)

Eurydice - Epel

Hermes - Ace

Hades - Idia

Persephone - Lilia

Fate 1 - Kiza (6/8 mcs)

Fate 2 - Norito (5/8 mcs)

Fate 3 - Rinsay (2/8 mcs)

Beetlejuice:

Beetlejuice - Floyd

Lydia - Norito (5/8 mcs)

Lydia’s Dad - Juna (1/8 mcs)

Lydia’s Step Mother, Delia - Vil

Barbara - Cater

Barbara’s Husband, Adam - Trey

The Landlord - Azul

The Dead Woman, Ms. Argentina - Jinsuke (7/8 mcs)

Girl Scout, Sky - Ortho

EPIC:

ODYSSEUS - SEBEK

ODYSSEUS’ MOM - RINSAY (2/8 MCs)

POLITES - KALIM

EURYLOCHUS - SILVER

ZEUS - HIRAKU (3/8 MCs)

ATHENA - RIDDLE

HERMES - LILIA

POSEIDON - FLOYD

CERCI - VIL

SCYLLA - AZUL

CYCLOPS - JADE

WIND GOD - ORTHO

PROPHET - KONSTANTIN (OC)

PENELOPE - NORI (5/8 MCs)

TELEMACHUS - LAVERNE (OC)

ASSHOLE SUITOR - TIGRIS (OC)

CALYPSO - MER (OC)

APOLLO - CATER

HEPHAESTUS - JACK

APHRODITE - ANTEROS (OC)

ARES - ALTHEA (OC)

HERA - EPEL

ENSEMBLE - EVERYONE ELSE

Below is where my fiancé and I don’t have any ideas but if you guys do, they will be appreciated! ☺️🫰

Dear Evan Hansen:

Evan Hansen -

Evan’s Mom -

Connor -

Connor’s Sister -

Connor’s Mother -

Connor’s Father -

Evan’s Friend -

Be More Chill:

Jeremy - Idia

Michael -

Christine -

Rich -

Jake -

Popular Girl 1 -

Popular Girl 2 -

Popular Girl 3 -

The S.q.u.i.b -

The Greatest Showman:

B. T. Barnum -

B. T. Barnum’s Wife -

B. T. Barnum’s Children -

The Right Hand Man -

The Acrobat -

The Bearded Lady -

The Opera Singer -

Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief Part 1:

Percy -

Percy’s Mom -

Grover -

Annabeth -

Luke -

Clarice -

Chiron -

Dionysus -

Ares -

Poseidon -

Hades - Idia

Zeus -

Hermes -

Chronos -

Alecto -

Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog:

Dr. Horrible - Idia

Penny - Lilia

In The Heights:

Usnavy -

Vanessa -

Sonny -

Nina -

Benny -

Nina’s Mom -

Nina’s Dad -

Abuela Claudia -

Hairdresser Woman -

Teenage Girl -

1776:

John Adams -

Benjamin Franklin -

Richard Henry Lee -

John Dickinson -

James Wilson -

Edward Rutledge -

John Hancock -

Charles Thomson -

Robert Livingston -

Roger Sherman -

Dr. Lyman Hall -

Reverend John Witherspoon -

Lewis Morris -

Stephen Hopkins -

Andrew McNair -

Charley McNair -

Billy Hartford -

Abigail Adams -

Martha Jefferson -

The Book of Mormon:

[saturnselkies]

happy moo year 🐄🥛

[necrobotany-bos]

Correspondences for Death (Necrobotany)

FLOWERS

Dandelions, ideal for connecting with certain spirits

Roses, to show your love for the deceased

Calendula, for blessings and love

Marigolds, perfect for ancestral worship

Lilies, for a sense of security and togetherness, ideal for deceased children

Orchids, for balanced emotions and adoration, ideal for deceased lovers

Daisies, also ideal for deceased lovers and lost family members

Tulips, to spread happiness

Carnations, a common funeral flower, especially in France. Used in The Netherlands to remember fallen veterans specifically

Heather, said to conjure ghosts and open portals between worlds. Can be used to heal deceased warriors, as it’s said to only grow where no blood has been shed. Heather also marks the resting places of fairies

Holly, often planted in graveyards to protect both the dead and mourners

Hyacinth, helps souls cross over the veil after death

Bluebell, used to comfort those who are mourning

Cowslip, associated with death and rebirth

HERBS

Lavender, for peace in passing on. Used to heal the dead, aid with divination and dreams, and protect the home. 

Thyme, to give peace to those who died in violence. Use to contact both the dead and fairies

Rosemary, for remembrance

Chervil, often used in rituals for the dead

Mugwort, usually used to aid in divination and communication with the dead

Bay, usually used to aid in divination and communication with the dead

Lemon Balm, for peace and healing

Wormwood, to strengthen communication with the dead, as well as for healing and revenge

Basil, used in purification and cleansing rituals, a common symbol of sorrow in Ancient Greece. Use to aid in divination, hedgecrossing and spirit communication

Cinnamon, can amplify divination magic, and was used in the Ancient Egyptian mummification process. It’s commonly associated with spirit and deity work

Dittany of Crete, burned to manifest spirits, also valued as a symbol of love and healing

Fennel, a protective and purifying herb used to prevent spirits from entering your home

Juniper, guards against ghosts and illness, used in healing and purification spells. Juniper berries make good offerings for the dead

Mint, a popular funerary herb in Ancient Greece, also used for healing and protection during travel

Mugwort, used in spirit work

Mullein, can help one see spirits of the dead and the afterlife

Oregano, it was believed that growing oregano on graves ensured the dead were happy

Parsley, has a strong association with the dead, also has protective qualities

St John’s Wort, used in spirit work and divination

Marsh mallow (Althea), associated with death and rebirth, marsh mallow can be used in departing rituals and to honor those who have passed

Foxglove, used for contacting the dead and underworld deities

TREES

Cypress, heavily associated with death and spirits, as well as being sacred to Hades and Persephone. Makes a good offering for the dead

Hawthorn, associated with death, and serves to drive away unfriendly spirits. Was also said to be a portal to the Otherworld and is sacred to fairies, so don’t mess with it

Hickory, associated with mourning and death

Poplar, is sacred to both Zeus and Hades, and represents death and rebirth. Often used for Samhain, ancestral rites, funerals and ceremonies involving the underworld

Willow, a common symbol of death, even being a popular ornament on gravestones. Sacred to both Hades and Hecate, as well as being associated with ghosts and spirits

Yew, represents death and rebirth, and is sacred to Hecate. Runes, Ogham sticks and Ouija boards are commonly made from Yew wood

Elder, used in death rituals and funerals

FRUITS

Apples, a common Irish symbol for the dead

Pomegranates, to represent various Death and Underworld Deities

INCENSE

Myrrh, commonly used in death magic to give off good energy

Frankincense, a traditional incense to offer the dead

Dragon’s Blood, burned to aid in spirit work and protection

Sandalwood, burned to support spirit work, protect a space and consecrate tools

Wormwood, develops psychic powers, carried to provide protection, and hung to ward off malicious spirits

LIQUIDS

Water, a traditional offering for the dead, often left out for passing spirits

Wine or other alcohol

Juice, namely pomegranate or beet

Oils, such as olive oil, pomegranate oil, coconut oil, almond oil, etc. 

OTHER

Coins

Grains, especially brown bread

Darkly-colored or Earthy-tone Candles

Foggy Weather

Marsh Water

Snow, especially snow collected from graveyards

Cleaning up graveyards

Songs and Music

Anything personal to the person you’re giving an offering to

DEATH DEITIES

Anubis, Egyptian God of Death, Mummification and the Afterlife

Arawn, Celtic ruler of the Otherworld, Leader of the wild hunt, and God of Death and The Underworld

Baba Yaga, Slavic Goddess of Death and Rebirth

Cernunnos, Celtic God of the Wild as well as Liminality and the transition to the afterlife

Cerridwen, Welsh Goddess of the Moon, Rebirth, Transformation, Death, The Underworld and Magic

Ereshkigal, Mesopotamian Goddess of Death and the Underworld

Hades, Greek God of the Underworld

Hel, Norse Goddess of the Underworld and Death

Morana, Slavic Goddess of Winter and Death

Odin, Norse God of Wisdom, War, Poetry and Death

Osiris, Egyptian God of the Underworld, Death and Resurrection, Fertility and Agriculture

Oya, Yoruba Orisha of Weather, Death and Rebirth, Patron of the Niger river and a Psychopomp

Persephone, Greek Goddess of the Underworld

Santa Muerte, Mexican folk goddess of the Afterlife, Healing and Protection

Thanatos, Greek personification of Death

The Morrigan, Celtic Goddess of War, Magic, Death and Rebirth, Sovereignty and Fate

Veles, Slavic God of The Underworld, Earth, Water, Music, Magic, Trickery, Cattle and Wealth

WHAT TO DO WITH OFFERINGS

Write a message on an herb or flower and burn it to “send” the offering

Leave coins, flowers and herbs on the grave

Pour liquid into the ground, or leave them out in a bowl (make sure it won’t harm the local wildlife)

Leave them out as “standing offerings” for any dead who pass by

[rosetowers]

y'know how sometimes the stars will align so that you'll develop a specific fear due to learning a fact at the wrong moment or by how people around you react to something. for me, it was gaining a fear of spiders when i was 6 due to someone putting a rubber spider in a toilet at my school, causing all the other girls around me to freak out, and then immediately after having a weird dream about spiders.

i say this because i feel that Darius's dislike of dirt and germs may be due to a random childhood fear of both.

it starts with Darius being taught about proper hygiene and why it's important: something Althea has done eight times with no problem. she's always very specific about how germs and infections work, as a healer it's important to her that her sons take hygiene seriously.

Persephone used to enter Darius in pageants. Althea didn't like it, but the boys were never forced, a few of them backing out or refusing to do so all together. Darius loved pageants, and quickly gained a rival. a rival who was suddenly ill when they were both about to go onstage. Darius had teased the kid about not being able to perform, said kid retaliated by projectile vomiting on Darius, who had just learned about how diseases are spread. he understandably freaks out, is sick for a week, and develops a life-long fear of germs that generally manifests as anger.

[mrsnatasharomanov]

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[namesetc]

Hello! May I request fancy fem names, please? Ty!

sure ^^

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Abyssinia

Adrianna

Alessandra

Alexandria

Ambrosia

Andromeda

Aphrodite

Apollina

Artemisia

Aubriella

Araminta

Amanita

Althea

Anthea

Anastasia

Amelia-Rose

Blanche

Blanca

Beatrice

Calliope

Cassiopeia

Celestine

Celestia

Chrysalis

Cressida

Camilla

Clarissa

Charlotte

Dianna

Emmeline

Epiphany

Esmeralda

Eurydice

Evangeline

Elizabeth

Eleanor

Faustina

Gardenia

Genevieve

Guinevere

Gracielynn

Grace

Henrietta

Julianna

Lavender

Leonora

Lucinda

Magdalena

Monique

Miranda

Olympia

Octavia

Pandora

Persephone

Primrose

Rosine

Roslyn

Rosalynd

Sapphira

Theodosia

Theodora

Venetia

Violetta

Vesper

Victoria

Wisteria

Yvonne

[dpimagines]

The Sharpest Lives; Wade Wilson (feat. Nathan Summers) part two of [?]

PART ONE

Author's note: I am so sorry it has taken me so long to perfect and post this. If it makes the few people that will read this feel better, I have parts 3 and 4 finished. I have no idea how long this series will be, but part 4 isn't the last part.

Tag list (my first one ever! no one has ever liked my writing enough for me to have to do this! thank you!): @peculiar-persephone @fuckyouandtheboatyoucamein @yomama-umbridge @dee-vn

Trigger warnings should be the same as part one, let me know if there's anything I missed! <3

When you wake up, it’s to the tickling feeling of Wade stroking your face. He does this often, but you’re not really sure of the exact reason why. It’s too comforting a touch to question him and risk stopping it.

“You came back for me,” you say with a smile, clutching at his hand. Your eyes remain closed.

“More like I can’t help but come back,” he admits. Ouch. Your eyes slip open as you release his hand and turn over, curling up even tighter.

It’s one thing for him to admit he’s suicidal—something you already know—it’s another to admit that he doesn't care if it’s at the expense of his soulmate, you. “You feel it too, don’t you? The other one.”

“Yeah. Hurt like a bitch when it started.”

“Did it?”

“I guess you wouldn’t know, would you? Bit too busy abandoning me when I needed you the most. Again.”

“Jesus, dude, you’re so fucking- How do you even do that? Make me feel so- So fucking guilty! Killing doesn’t even make me feel that way.”

“I don’t know why I thought I needed you here. I need her. But she’s fucking gone now, right? Not that anyone bothered to tell me, least of all you.”

“Y/N…”

“Just go. I don’t- I can’t-“ You finally break down into sobs. “I need her, fuck, I need her so bad…” You keep repeating the words like they’re a spell that will bring her back, just for a second.

“I saw her. When I was dead. She’s- She’s in a better place. It’s like the apartment now, but… Warmer. Softer. Like you always wanted.”

But you’re locked in your own dark cloud, and Wade can feel the way your chest is fighting for oxygen as you cry.

“Baby, please-“

“Don’t call me that!” you shriek, interrupting your mantra. “If I had- If I had just been faster… Why didn’t you give her my blood!? Why didn’t you just let me die!? It would’ve been worth it, for her to still be here! Why can’t I be in a better place, after everything you’ve put me through!? Answer me!”

But he doesn’t have an answer you would accept, so he just does what he does best and leaves.

And so you go back to your new mantra, quieter, over and over until the sobs overtake the words, and then your breathing overtakes your sobs, and then you’re just left in miserable silence.

Again.

Someone’s gotta plan the funeral, you realize. It’s a tough thing to do, but you finally get up, sneaking off to one of the communal bathrooms and cleaning yourself up before making your way to Ellie and Yukio’s room.

They let you have some clean clothes that aren’t the Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters tee shirt and sweatpants that the infirmary typically equipped patients with clothes too blood-stained or burnt to consider wearable, and after that you’re on your way back to the apartment.

Hopefully Wade didn’t let those asswipes steal your laptop.

You catch a cab—thankfully, the driver isn’t Dopinder—and the duplex looks the same as you left it. You don’t bother greeting Althea downstairs, going straight upstairs to the upper level where you live.

Where Vanessa died.

You bite down on your lip, hard. Your hands shake with such a frequency that you can barely unlock the door.

But, you make it inside.

Your laptop is off, open on the desk. Exactly as you left it.

You’re almost disappointed at the lack of an excuse to not research funeral homes. Maybe if you never bury her, she’ll never really be gone.

Maybe she’ll just come sweeping in with that luscious brown hair and those warm eyes that matched, complaining about work or excited that one of her favorite shows got renewed for another season, or…

The door opens, and you turn, hoping for just a moment that somehow your wish was granted.

But it’s him. Obviously.

He looks surprised to see you.

“You shouldn’t be out of bed, yet.”

There are a million hurtful things that you could say, that an angry, hurt, grieving part of you wants to say to him.

You don’t, though. You feel how that hurts even more, already-aching heart bouncing around in your chest, pain echoing with every beat.

“You’re gonna need to take a couple jobs. Good ones, not that beating up shitty parents for five bucks crap. She deserves a good funeral.”

“She wanted to be cremated and scattered at Yellowstone. I already sent the ashes to her family there in Wyoming.”

You can’t tell if you’d be more mad if he was serious or if he was joking.

“What?”

“I said: ‘She wanted to be cremated and scattered at Yellowstone. I already sent the ashes to her family there in Wyoming,’” Wade repeats.

You throw your laptop at the wall. Guess it’s you who’ll be taking up some jobs, despite Wade’s insistence that you never do. You’ve been made to kill before, you might as well profit off of it.

“What?”

“So, I didn’t even get to say goodbye?! Her friends here, too?!”

“I- I called them. It wasn’t a big gathering, but they came over.”

“How long was I out?” you ask incredulously, mouth agape and eyebrows upturned in a heartbreaking expression of betrayal that Wade wishes he could just wipe off.

“Just a couple days, but- I just- I had to make it go away.”

“It? You mean her.”

“I mean the entire fucking situation, Y/N, it’s my fault!” He snaps.

“What the fuck are you talking about?! It’s my fault, if I hadn’t been so weak-“

“You,” he begins, finger pointing in your face, “...were shot in the spine because I didn’t tie up my loose ends. I didn’t make sure I wasn’t being tailed. You not being a human juicebox for once in your goddamn motherfucking life isn’t your fucking fault! She died because of me, and I will never be able to die, so I can never come home to you and say that I avenged her. Someone who is responsible for her death will always walk this fucking planet and-“

You see more clearly his inner turmoil. The guilt that’s eating you up inside isn’t just yours. He’s cut off by you pulling him into your arms.

“It was me, baby, don’t you see?” he adds, sounding almost worried.

“D-Don’t call me that,” you insist again, this time breaking down into tears. “I still wish it was me instead of her.”

“Ba- Y/N, it fucking was you. Both of you. I gave you my blood before giving her yours because I thought if you were healed first you‘d be able to help her without having to sacrifice yourself, but you still goddamn died right after. You’re only fucking alive because you already had my blood in you.”

“Oh.” You’re looking up at him now, like he’s all you can look at, tears welling in your eyes. He saved you. “Too bad, I guess.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Oh, so you can say it, but I can’t?”

“I have lived almost twice as long as you have! I have lived through-“ He stops himself, but you still shove him away from you.

“No, no, say it,” you dare him.

Silence. He knows he fucked up. You lived through it, too, with no explanation other than it was happening to your soulmate. You’d scream for hours on end, begging whatever’s out there to know what you did to deserve it. Begging for death.

“I’m sorry. For everything,” he says instead.

“You should be,” you tell him, but then your arms are wrapped around his waist and your face is pressed against his chest and you’re crying. “I’m sorry. I need you, I promise. I’m sorry. Don’t go.”

Each sob and whimper is accented with a plea for him not to abandon you and it breaks his heart even more that you’re scared of that. He knows it’s his fault, on multiple levels.

You pull yourself together enough to go to the fridge, taking out a bottle of cranberry juice.

Or what Wade had trusted was cranberry juice until you take a swig, all your pain slips away from him, and he realizes…

“His blood?! You’ve been keeping his blood in my house?!”

“Where else would I keep it?” you ask, truly nonchalant.

“I know this is hard for you. But… But please. When that wears off, don’t drink it again until I have one of those days.” It’s bad enough that she’s gone. Not being able to feel you, even if it’s just pain… It hurts worse.

“Why should I promise that to the man who murdered my wife?”

“Because that man is your husband and if you could feel anything right now you wouldn’t be saying that to him,” Wade argues. You roll your eyes. “I still love you. I know you’re trying to prove to yourself that I don’t, because it would make things easier, because that’s what you’re used to, but I love you.”

You can’t help but laugh. You can’t feel the weight of his words, not now. Maybe later you’ll think about them and cry some more, but right now… You feel a peace you’ll probably never feel again without the influence of Francis’ blood.

“Fuck, Wade, I just… I don’t even know what to do with you. You… There aren’t words.”

“I know,” he sighs. “I fucked up. More than once. But, y’know, the other one… Maybe they’ll be good for you. Protect you from me, like she did.”

“Yeah. Maybe. Or maybe I’ll just save us some trouble and kill them before they can try. Before we can get attached,” you decide, taking the bottle with you and heading for the door. “We’ll be even, then.” You slam the door behind you, not sure where you’re going.

[tmrsdiary]

THE SERENADE OF PERSEPHONE

PROLOGUE

WATTPAD

AO3

The fog was already suffocating, and the only certainty was that it could engulf everything in its path. However, if only it could devour the unbearable pain that Althea Lynch felt, that was eating away her soul like a worm inside a rotten apple. The sadness pierced her chest as if someone were hitting her with a powerful bat.

The Lynch family cemetery was immense and could certainly accommodate another similar mansion like the family estate. Marble tombs covered its surface, with lit candles everywhere, filled with mold and moss. Insects slid undisturbed, unaware that they were desecrating something as sacred as a grave. Its aura was neutral, not one of those cemeteries where someone with unease would say that they are the source of all spirits.

Spirits preferred more crowded places. It seems even they did not want to be alone in the afterlife. They say you escape all torments when you take your last breath. Nonsense, thought Althea deeply. No one would want to be confronted only with themselves.

And indeed, this was true. In this world, people tend not to attribute responsibility solely to themselves but to those around them, hoping that at least someone else will bear the burden of their actions. What could be worse than seeing from the observer's perspective all that you have done, with your only judge now being your pure spirit?

Crystal-clear blood could flow from the pressure she exerted as her hands tightly wrapped around the thorny stems of the roses, tearing into her flesh. Her pristine white gloves were ready to turn crimson, causing the velvet texture and silky sensation to be destroyed. But who cared if her expensive gloves were ruined? Her life felt like it had started from scratch, and a ruined pair of gloves would not be as painful as everything else that was happening.

Her blood would soak the earth she stood on with a sound similar to that of a small river flowing undisturbed on the mountaintop of a valley, symbolizing the prosperity of a serene soul freed from all pain. This was such a paradoxical image, as Althea Lynch's blood, besides being viscous, would conceal within its plasma and blood cells the bitter and venomous taste of death and wrath. Althea's soul had shattered into small, sharp fragments, all turned inward, piercing the sack containing her tears even more.

Wrapped in a veil made of dark woven fabric, Althea walked with a slight tremor evident in her step, with an arrow of mental fatigue overflowing from within her. The scent of incense was unbearable, and the memories she held in her mind weighed on her more and more.

Back in the days when her mother had come to the mansion to be buried, the weather was nothing but a cruel mockery.

The weather of that day could not resemble at all the tragic death that had happened. The sun was hitting with its light rays the lifeless graveyard of Lynch's family with a warm breeze and the jovial tweet of birds gave a tragic irony to the whole scene as if someone was making a cruel joke against this bloody day. London's weather was gloomy most of the time. However, August 2nd, brought poetic justice to the girl's heart as the sunny weather had oddly changed since her mother's death. Now, the jovial birds were nowhere to be seen, the warm breeze was replaced with monotony, an almost natural silence, and the sun had been covered with heavy grey clouds, debatable if they could vanish after days and bring back the warm temperatures.

The memory sprang from the darkest corners of her mind like lava from the crater of a volcano, burning everything in its path. The volcano of her memories was similar to the lava that burned, just like the loss of her mother, the most significant person one needs from the beginning of their existence until the end.

The heavy smell of the damp filled her nostrils and she understood that the possibility of rain was close. The sound of shoes shattering the gravel filled the soulless air. Althea Lynch clomped with heavy, but unstable steps, to her mother's grave.

A soft gown draped over her chestnut hair, which was adorned with small braids on the side. The shells of her eyes were swollen from crying, and her blue eyes felt heavier than usual. Her face concealed indescribable beauty, with sharp angles and stern cheekbones adorning her round face, with rosy cheeks and lips as red as peaches. She had inherited many features from her mother, and thus her Greek beauty was almost palpable every time she looked at her reflection in the mirror. It was another reason she had been avoiding doing so regularly in recent days. She could not bear to see the eyes shining like her own, her hair cascading like a veil in the color of the night over her chest, just like her mother's.

Her gravestone was encircled with colorful flowers that were left the previous days of her by other guests that were visiting the Lynch Estate offering their condolences to the family. The first days Althea could not face anyone and could not stand the idea of going to her mother's funeral and seeing everyone look at her with pity in their eyes. Being in denial the first days meant that seeing their faces would certify a reality. She could not stand the idea of her beloved mother being seven meters under the ground. She fixed the previous flowers and sat in front of the grave. An alluring expression almost bleak showed up on her face seeing the golden portrait of her mother's face beside the gravestone.

A woman with curly hair moved within the frame, her smile shining and her eyes glowing even when hey were not under the sun. A witch who sought to administer justice against the muggles who happened to inherit magical blood— against all those who had been relentlessly oppressed for years under the barbaric grip of the darkest wizard the world had ever known.

Garerlet Grindelwald was still outside commuting terrible crimes against the wizardry world. No one could stop him, not even the Ministry had power against him, and many witches and wizards had lost their lives because of him. This world was unfair, this world seemed to support evil and Althea despises it.

This is supposed to be the world where good rules over God's sight. Where is God now though? Where is God when the only thing that reigns in the world is cruelty and inhumanity? Maybe humans are designed in the first place to serve the bad and seek more and more from their life greedily without being enough adequate with what they have.

If hatred and destruction were liquid and could be consumed, then Althea Lynch would gladly drink it if it meant gaining energy to unleash the most fearsome Armageddon-like wrath, like a lightning bolt tearing through the sky, striking directly upon the diabolical existence of Garett Grindelwald. She hovered, flapping in the air like a small butterfly adorned not with wings, but with razor-sharp blades

The girl closed her eyes, letting a small prayer escape her lips as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her hands wrapped around the cross with the Mallorcan pearl in the middle, her mother's baptismal gift, and as her words dispersed like a breeze that had escaped from Aeolus' sack, she hoped to feel her mother's touch somewhere close by.

Perhaps a gentle caress on her shoulder and a caramel-voiced whisper assuring her that everything would be alright and time would heal her wounds. With an embrace of her as warm as the sun's rays, Althea would be enveloped, held tightly, never to be let go until the world froze and fell into the vast void of the universe.

Drops fell upon her face, and the girl felt her legs giving way. Disheartened by fate and overwhelmed by emotional turmoil, she fell to the ground, her hands covering her face, as an embodiment that could only be translated into the language of boundless sorrow settled upon her. Perhaps she let out a scream amidst the tears, or perhaps she remained silent.

Eventually, a frenzy of rain began, and the girl continued to cry in the face of the madness that tormented her mind. Her emotions had a simple shade of black, devoid of any color. No shadow painted the canvas of her soul, and it seemed that for a while, the girl would echo apart from the normal rhythms of her daily life.

"Get up, my girl, get up,"

Her brother's voice echoed as two hands began shaking her shoulders. Feadon was trying to gather the pieces left behind by this death, and as the eldest son of the family, he felt obligated to do so with as much courage as he could muster.

Feadon Lynch was the oldest and only son of the family, and now he was the one who, in some way, had to recover from all this death and help their home stand tall again. He had returned from Greece twenty days ago, reluctantly, upon learning of his mother's passing.Of course, the young man was devastated by everything that had happened— but how could the family's life go on if everyone was as fragile as a house of cards? Someone had to stand strong.

His coffee hair, which moments ago was slicked back with gel, now fell heavily onto his forehead, forming neatly shaped curls that adorned his radiant face, while his chocolate eyes stung from the rain. Althea rose from the ground, her clothes covered in mud and dry grass, and with a swift motion, she embraced her brother, whispering with a voice ready for confrontation.

"Please, take me away from here, Feadon."

The boy hugged her back, feeling his heart shatter at the sight of his little sister being so disheveled and desolate. She resembled a creature from which every drop of hope and life had been drained. Like a creature that from now on lived only in the memories of the past, completely forgetting the future that awaited her.

"We should go inside. Mika will prepare your favorite dish, a lentil soup," Feadon suggested, unsure of how else to divert her attention. Althea was no longer the little girl he left behind in London when he went to study literature in Greece. She was not the short, mischievous child who used to play pranks on the maids. She had grown into a young lady who took care of herself and always behaved with impeccable manners.

Of course, he did not know exactly what pursuits she had chosen since he left her with their father, but whatever had happened during that time, it was for the better. Except for now, with death looming over them, heavy and capricious, its otherworldly scent burning their world like a melting candles.

Althea did not say anything more. Feadon opened the umbrella he was holding and positioned it above their heads as they crossed the vast garden of the house, which resembled more of a courtyard in an imperial palace than a mansion's garden. Everything was made of stone and almost unchanged over time — there were no cracks in the cement structures, and the marbles gleamed as if it were polished with diamond sandpaper.

The scent of hyacinths overwhelmed the space, and the towering pine trees could obscure the sky with their dense branches and foliage. Althea's heart tightened as she heard a group of crows cawing in the sky, and despite her unbiased nature, she could not help but curse them as she watched them form shapes against the sky.

The garden was quite aristocratic, with neatly trimmed bushes in intricate shapes lining the stoned pathways. In the center of the garden, there was a circle of chairs and a table, inviting everyone they passed to sit and enjoy the tranquility of the place. A fountain with a majestic lion statue stands tall and proud, and the sound of trickling water adds to the peaceful ambiance.

Their house resembled a castle, large enough to accommodate twenty or more people, as the rooms were countless, and the food was unlimited, thanks to Mika and Grumpy, the house's elves, who tirelessly worked to cater to everyone's desires. However, most of the time, the house was empty, with only the elves and the family residing there. Rarely would someone stay in the house.

The little female elf rushed out from the balcony door towards the two siblings. "Master, you found her. I told you I saw her going outside. Mika called out to her, but the lady of the house ignored her. A thousand apologies," the elf tried to apologize, and Feadon, with the kindest smile he could muster, reassured Mika,

"It is alright, Mika, no one blamed you,"

Feadon had grown up with Mika, and in this family, the elves were not servants like in other households. They were considered members of the family, individuals as significant as humans.

The man took off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack. Feadon, approaching his twenty-fifth year, was already quite charming, never going unnoticed wherever he went. No one could overlook his sharp eyes adorned with bright hues of brown and chestnut. Nor could they ignore the refined aura he emanated every time he passed by someone.

"Mika, could you make that special lentil soup Althea loves?" Feadon asked.

"Of course, Mika will tell the lazy Grumpy to prepare it immediately," and with that, the elf disappeared from their sight.

Althea had a stern look in her eyes, and Feadon observed at her curiously as she followed him to the living room, ready to confront him.

"You know, Feadon," her voice was still shaky and weak, "I am not the same girl you knew. I have grown up, and I do not need babysitting as if I am a little child," she said, annoyed, circling him and wiping her red nose with her coat sleeve.

Feadon sighed and spoke in Greek this time, "I am not doing it for that reason. It is just that everything we are facing is difficult, and it requires a little guidance."

The girl looked at him expressionlessly and sat down next to him in the living room, her eyes staring into space. Althea was never one of those children who knew how to express their emotions through words. She could only show what she felt through her actions.

"Since you left, dad put me on a daily training program," she suddenly said.

"What do you mean?"

The witch settled more comfortably on the couch, leaning her head backward. "I am not as weak as I used to be. Dad taught me martial arts, sword fighting, and all the things boys my age do," she replied with a sarcastic smile on her lips as she pronounced the word boy "You never listened to him, and all the pressure fell on me,"

She did not say it as a complaint, nor did her words hold any anger towards anyone. She mentioned it more to prove to her brother that she had finally grow up.

Feadon chuckled wryly, "Classic feminist Maximilian Lynch. At least there is something good in his character,"

"Dad is not a bad person," Althea rushed to defend him. "He is just a bit eccentric."

"My silence is my response to you, dove,"

Freedom did not feel like getting into an argument with Althea about how honorable their father truly was. It was known to everyone that Maximilian Lynch was a stern and difficult person. Everyone had heard a lot about him, but few knew what he truly was like. Althea knew this, but she had grown up beside him. What more could she have done than show him respect? They sat in silence, both immersed in their thoughts, and Althea tucked her legs against her chest.

The living room was very clean, with a sofa and armchairs adorned with purple covers, golden candlesticks placed on the large buffet, and small statues in various poses made of the cleanest and whitest marble the human mind had ever encountered. Paintings were hung on the walls, depicting kings, Renaissance scenes, and personal portraits of the family. The room had high ceilings with painted golden motifs representing waves, and in the center, there was a huge chandelier with glass tassels. Everything truly sparkled in the room.

Footsteps were heard from the outside hallway, and Maximilian Lynch entered the room wearing a black suit with his hair neatly pulled back.

"Here you are," he stood in front of them, and Feadon looked at him, trying to hide any trace of disgust on his face.

"I went outside to tell Leukothéa to come home," the boy murmured.

"My name is Althea," she whispered.

"Yes, but your real name is more beautiful and unique," he replied.

Althea shrugged indifferently "It is long and not so British,"

Their father ignored this small conversation, "Well, I guess it is time to go to the kitchen for a meal. I just came to inform you,"

"What is the point?" Althea monologued, and they looked at her. "Mom is gone. And being all gathered in the kitchen will not be the same as before."

"I know, my dear, but we can try," her father said awkwardly. "Get up, we have a lot to talk about,”

Althea along with Feadon, walk down the long but narrow corridor until they get to the kitchens. The smell of thistle soup reminding of autumn filled her nostrils and Althea noticed that her hanger had not alarmed her much until now. Inside the kitchen, another house-elf, Gruppy, was cutting some vegetables up in a chair and he looked for a moment at the young witch and her older brother.

The family sat at the table, and Mika began serving the food on the shiny plates, accompanied by a good appetite. The elves also had a place at the table, and Mika reluctantly served them as well as Grympy. After a while, everyone sat at the table and started eating quietly until Maximilian decided to break the silence "I received a letter from Albus Dumbledore, you know him, I suppose," he said.

Feadon nodded his head. "I recently read an article about him in the newspaper. A great wizard from what I understand,"

"Yes, indeed, he is one of the greatest. Surely blessed by Merlin himself," Mika chimed in with her high-pitched voice.

Maximilian nodded, agreeing. "The letter I received was an invitation to his school, which I requested before the start of summer." His eyes landed to Althea. However, she did not look at him as she ate, seemingly unaffected by what was happening around her.

"So, I thought it would be a great opportunity for Althea to start socializing. I believe she has been home for quite some time,"

Althea looked at him, puzzled, and then tried to sound as casual as possible "You mean Hogwarts?"

A smile formed on the man's lips. "You have wanted to go there since you were very young, and all the tantrums you have thrown and the begging did not go unnoticed in my mind."

Althea remained thoughtful for a moment and then said somewhat disappointed, as if she had been sent to the well to fetch water and ended up not doing it. "I do not know. What will happen when Feadon leaves? How can I leave you alone? What if something happens?"

Maximilian looked at her sympathetically. "Thank you for your concern, but I think I will be just fine at home by myself," he paused and then continued, "Althea, you have been accepted. They will be waiting for you at Hogwarts in September. Albus Dumbledore did a great job persuading the headmaster for this."

Althea felt a mix of emotions upon hearing that she belonged to Hogwarts. She had dreamt of attending the school since she was very young, and every time she heard her cousin, Cassiopeia Greengrass, talk about it, she wanted to take her place more than ever.

Perhaps this was a sign for her, a small glimmer of warmth and hope that she needed to feel after everything she had been through. The girl had no friends and did not live like other kids her age. Her parents were overly protective, something she never quite understood.

Maybe fate was smiling upon her now, or perhaps it was playing tricks on her.

Nobody truly knew.

[hymnblood]

Don't look at me but I rlly got the thought on the brain but like. Zags dotter .... Again this is purely a what if and whether or not he's w someone it'd happen regardless but not in the Main Verse sense if that makes any sort of. I just enjoy thinking abt characters that have suffered a lot with this own parents being better than what they were raised with. Anyway.

Althea is his daughter's name. Of Greek origins it holds the meaning of " healer " / " cure " and derives from the marsh flower, a small yellow flower that bears the same meaning.

She is in fact born from the spilled blood of zagreus, as the god of life she is eventually the goddess of future blessings and healing. Healing in her sense, does not pertain to the physicality of it but deeply rooted healing, psychological, emotional, spiritual healing. The type of healing that would normally takes years to recover from, she is a gentle soul and it shows extensively through her actions.

She shares his eyes, however her hair is light brown mixed with streaks of ashy gray highlights, long wavy locks that are ' butchered ' at the end. She does not inherit the natural spiky hair that Zagreus has, but does inherit the wild mane his once was. She is born with long, elegant wings that are peppered with patches of light browns and white, brown tips in her feathers as well, similar to that of an crane ( a bird that symbolizes rebirth and healing, should one dream of them it is typically said good fortune will come your way )

Fully grown, she stands Tall above her father but makes herself so small despite it, wings wrapped around her like a cape and perched like a bird herself. She does not bear similar feet like her father, in fact her clear connections to him are her eyes and " streaks " of pulsing flames that run down her forearms, being born of life and risen from blood and flames it seems fitting she believes that she holds some sort of factor of her making. Her feet, however, are that of a bird as well, sharp talons which she has always forgotten when climbing her father as a child.

Her work consists of soothing newly arrived shades, their peace is her peace and sometimes aids her father in creating the winds in which he travels to the surface. He is capable of it, but she is eternally latched to his side, much to his insistence that she isn't required to commit to such work, she eventually takes on the task of guiding these new souls in his wings and the winds she creates carry them to Eileithyia, the goddess of childbirth up on the surface. With their blessings comes new life and bright futures.

She's an oddball despite her kind deposition, oftentimes staring blankly when spoken to or unable to sit still which has led to her own chambers being trashed as a result. She's a bit dependent on Zagreus, but has a good relationship with her grandmother (s) , I.e Persephone and Nyx, the latter entirely through respect on Zagreus' part for all she's done for him, but she is jittery around her grandfather, Achilles, the furies, hell even thanatos ( purely because he seems so distant. Despite her father's relationship with him and they're best of friends, Althea can't quite find that connection between them herself. Oftentimes she just stares between the two when they talk. )