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somepsychopomp · 6 days ago

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More Hybrid AU thoughts ft. puppy Ody

Okay so let's just say that Odysseus, having been born from a long line of cunning tricksters from his mother's side, was quite the surprise when he was born w/ his wolf ears, legs, & tail. Laertes looks at Anticlea & her lack of wolf features and asks if this is normal. Well, the child's great-grandfather is Hermes...

Meanwhile Hermes himself catches wind that one his of family lines is up to mischief again and goes to check it out. He finds puppy Ody in his cradle and is ecstatic that one of his distant relatives is such a cute little freak. Come morning, Odysseus' nurse will find him cuddling with a toy tortoise that she's never seen before.

For context: hybrids aren't common in the world of this AU, but Odysseus isn't the only one around

(Ex. As a result of Leda & swan Zeus getting freaky, Helen is also a hybrid with flawless dark skin, piercing eyes, and pure white hair to match her splendid white wings. It's no wonder that she's regarded the most beautiful woman in the world. She doesn't often fly, but uses her wings to captivate audiences as she dances)

Laertes & Anticlea are also aware of the rumors that a king of Crete had his own hybrid son, a cross between a man and a bull. King Minos apparently devised a terrible underground maze to trap the poor hybrid in for the rest of its life.

Personally, they both think that's a terrible idea. How in the world could they condemn their own son, who's never wronged them in any way, to a lifetime of darkness? Or an otherwise equally cruel fate?

So they just... raise Odysseus. As if nothing's unusual or wrong about him. They have to admit though, he's such a cute baby. He's got the softest fur and the cutest little toe beans, and he whines in his sleep as if he's already dreaming of chasing prey.

Interestingly, hybrid Odysseus never had a phase where he leaned to crawl. His parents supposed that made sense. His legs are those of a wolf, and their shape isn't conducive to crawling. That means, to their chagrin, that toddler Odysseus was either wobbling on his two wolf legs or full-on sprinting through the house on all fours.

When his younger sister comes around, the king & queen think they're well prepared for another pup. They have a nice low-set cradle made with a heavy woolen canopy to mimic a wolf den, and had Odysseus roll around and play in the nursery so that it would smell of the new pup's kin. But when Ctimene pops out, Laertes and Anticlea gawk at her in befuddlement because she's completely normal. Where is her tail? Her ears? Her paws and fur? Why does she look like that?

At least Ody gets along well with his new sister. More than once, a nurse or Anticlea went to check on young Ctimene in the middle of the night, only to see a set of amber eyes in the moonlight holding vigil over her cradle.

As time goes on, it's quite difficult to organize safe play time between the siblings. Odysseus' instincts are to roughhouse with fangs and claws (which he's slowly starting to develop) & he indirectly teaches Ctimene to act like a wolf pup. She bites him back and yips like a dog when he treads on her toes. That does make their parents worry that Odysseus might end up as more wolf than man, but they'll have to wait and see. There's still hope for Odysseus, seeing that he's acquiring language at a rate comparable to most other children.

The two parents end up quite relieved as the years go by and Odysseus seems to growing up like any other boy. He speaks fluently without issue, had no difficulties learning to read, and in fact, is quite intelligent and curious. Since Ithaca is on the smaller side in terms of city-states, it'd be nigh impossible to keep his condition a secret from the public. So Ody is dressed in regular clothes and fitted with specially-made sandals to accommodate his wolf feet. The only adjustment needed in his clothing is a slit for his tail, otherwise when it wags or raises, Ody basically pulls up his entire chiton.

There are few wolves on Ithaca or the surrounding islands so Odysseus grows up as quite the novelty (I mean, more so than he already is). Most of his people have never seen a wolf and often mistake him for a dog, thinking he resembles the earth-colored farm dogs that are more common on the island, or perhaps the smaller swift-footed dogs that assist the fishermen. Laertes, having hunted big game before, including wolves from the mainland, is adamant that his child is a wolf. Odysseus' pointed triangular ears, stunning amber eyes, and his tawny-brown hair/coat are more similar to that of a wolf than a dog (I'm taking my inspo from the irl Eurasian Wolf btw)

As I mentioned in my first post here, hybrid Ody does have a ton of energy as a child. He loves to swim, run, and hunt with his father.

Laertes certainly takes Odysseus out hunting with him earlier than most would consider safe for a child. It turns out, not only does Odysseus love it, but he's also an exceptionally gifted tracker. His sharp nose and hearing mean that his father has no need for a hunting dog. And when they catch fresh meat, even though Anticlea insists that Odysseus must learn to eat and behave like a proper person, Laertes can't help but carve out a few strips of meat from the flank and let his son eat them raw. It's their little secret, he says with a wink.

One day, when Odysseus is perhaps seven or eight years old and on a hunting trip with his father + a few other men, he's hot on the trail of a herd of deer when he suddenly stops dead. Laertes is confused and asks Odysseus if there's something wrong. All of a sudden, Odysseus is trembling from head to toe and crying softly about wanting to go home.

"It must be a bear," a friend of Laertes says. It's about the only animal that could possibly spook Odysseus. The only issue is that, while wolves are rare on Ithaca, bears are even more elusive.

Laertes tries to coax his son to keep moving, but Odysseus can only cower with his tail between his legs and his ears flat against his skull. He starts to cry and insist that he wants to go home, even clinging to Laertes' thigh out of fear.

Having no idea what's wrong and never having seen his son like this before, the king decides to call off the hunting party and return home. As soon as they escape the mountainous forest, a sudden storm rolls in from the sea and pounds Ithaca with fierce winds and heavy rain. Laertes thinks that, had they stayed, they surely would've lost a man or two in their attempts to escape the storm.

A year later, Laertes is attempting to teach Odysseus how to tend to the land. A good king doesn't just lead his people, but feeds them as well. As the prince and heir, Odysseus should know useful skills such as farming, animal husbandry, and how to raise olive trees. Odysseus follows along with only a mild interest, finding it not nearly as exciting as hunting, when he sneezes and covers his nose with his hands.

"Papa!" he says, "The ground here smells bad."

Not having forgotten Odysseus' instincts on the mountain, Laertes tries to find out exactly what his son means, but Ody is still too young to fully explain himself. So Laertes conducts a test. He organizes for all the usual farmlands to be tended to as usual, but only puts half as much man power into the patch of land that Odysseus insists "smells bad".

Come harvest time, and that particular patch of ground failed to produce anything useful due to a blight hidden deep underground. It's an unfortunate loss, but it was only a few acre's worth of land. Laertes is glad that he spared the poisoned land his people's efforts.

By the time Odysseus is like 10-11, he's out hunting and exploring the woods on his own. He hears tale of a massive boar terrorizing the mainland, some beast so huge that spears and clubs have no effect on it. He thinks little of the stories, assuming such a huge creature wouldn't be able to swim. That is, until stories from the costal villages reach the palace of an unkillable boar ravaging their farmlands.

The boar might have a great deal of stamina, but so does Odysseus. Without his father or anyone else, he tracks the boar all over the island for days at a time, never losing his way home since he paws at the trees and leaves a scent trail to follow. Odysseus hunts small game like birds and rabbits to keep him sated and sleeps in tree boughs so as to not be caught by surprise.

It's a game of attrition, to see who can outlast who. At last, muddy and disheveled but no less excited by his greatest hunt yet, Odysseus finds the boar. It's been driven mad by the scent of wolves wherever it goes and is looking for a fight. Odysseus had been carrying a bow and quiver with him, but had been saving all his arrows for the boar. He spots a gash in the creature's hide, a few inches deep, from where a spearhead might've pierced it but failed to deliver a lethal blow.

Odysseus narrowly dodges the boar's first few charges until he can get a safe distance away. With the proper footing and stance that his father showed him, he raises his bow and fires just as the boar turns to face him. The arrow hits true and fresh blood spurts from the old wound.

An empty quiver later, and Odysseus is attempting to gnaw off one of the fallen boar's legs with just his teeth. He's so hungry and surely, his mother and father wouldn't reprimand him for enjoying the fruit of his labor even in such a messy fashion. If only he had a long knife to carve out the truly valuable meat like the organs...

Odysseus freezes as he catches a new scent on the wind. It's like nothing he's ever smelled before. It's like an oncoming storm, but hotter? It's electric, kind of like the tang of metal, and makes all his hairs stand on end. What is that?

"Show yourself!" he says, leaping to his feet with blood in his teeth, "I know you're watching me!"

Despite not hearing or seeing anything, he knows that someone else is with him.

"I can smell you!"

And a woman, taller and more grand than any being Odysseus has ever seen before, appears out of thin air. Somehow, Odysseus doesn't yelp in surprise when she appears.

She doesn't necessarily smell hostile, despite her towering presence.

She smells... like a friend.

#epic the musical #hybrid au #epic: odysseus #laertes #anticlea #Ctimene #wolf hybrid Odysseus #well it looks like I'm doing another one of these AUs #here we go #Athena while watching a stray kid eat her boar: oh yeah thats for sure gonna be my new student #also important to note: it took like 5 years before Ody learned to wear clothes all the time #he thought they were optional #which in Ancient Greece they kinda were #as they grew up Polites loved to comb Ody’s fur and Ody loved to play and lick Polites face

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csuitebitches · 9 months ago

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What do you think about consumerism in relation to the "hypergamous" lifestyle?

Great question. I'm going to be honest with you. There’s no point in sharing my opinion, I’d rather share my observation.

there is this perception that you have to spend crazy $$, wear designer, go on expensive holidays, be a part of exclusive member-only clubs in order to bag a wealthy guy. The thinking is, “if I look the part, I will fit right in.”

let me break it to you. If you’re Asian, Middle Eastern - you come from a culture that basically defines marriage as something between two families and not individuals - you could live the above lifestyle, live way beyond your means but your chances of bagging a wealthy guy are low. If you do not have the family background or education level to support your lifestyle to be with a rich guy, it’s going to be very difficult, not impossible. You could bag someone who is upper middle class, but definitely not the 0.01%.

While it’s true that the rich do spend like crazy - you have to understand that (especially in Asians) the level of spending is completely different. They can book a first class emirates flight without caring about rates, they have access to concierge services, the circles are small but tight. It is extremely difficult to break into these if you don’t have the money or are extremely good friends with someone who is in this circle. To keep up with this circle is another financial headache.

The consumerism is crazy, it is high yes, but often it’s for things you might not expect. “Silent luxury”, investing in jewellery, properties, experiences, hobbies, drivers, PAs, 24/7 staff to take care of your home, having personal managers at the banks that have your accounts, seeing the top CEOs, politicians, actors etc as regular people - keeping up is not easy. Even if we look at normal stuff, like shopping for clothes - they’re able to blow this thousands of $ on a simple Hermes tea cup set, break it, and buy another one very nonchalantly. Not to mention the constant social gatherings, the clothes (god forbid you repeat), your life’s experiences etc etc. Women here don’t work to maintain their lifestyle, they work to enjoy what they are doing. Even if they stop working tomorrow, they will be financially taken care of by their families or husbands.

hypergamy here is completely different and obstructed. Let’s take my own example. I date boys that my family picks out for me - boys whose families own massive conglomerates, who are cultured and sophisticated, etc etc. I ended things with my last boyfriend because of multiple things, but what mattered most was that my father felt that he wouldn’t be able to provide for me the way I was used to all my life. (Even tho my ex came from a wealthy background too). At every social gathering that my parents organise or take me to, I’ve got my parents friends asking my parents if I’m single, if I’m interested in meetings their sons, etc etc. Dating and marrying hypergamously in Asian and Middle Eastern cultures is very much a family affair. There is a lot of talk that happens in these circles - who married who, whose kids are dating who, did you hear that A’s son fell in love with some middle class girl he met in college - not to your face, but behind your back.

What I’m trying to say is - you could look the part but still not bag the guy. You could dress nice, you could wear expensive perfume and make up but in the end, backgrounds are vetted extremely carefully. Especially in today’s day and age where looking the part has become easier than ever. So now when you tie this to consumerism, you can see why it can be difficult to keep up with this level of consumerism and spending. And even if you can - that may not guarantee anything. Unfortunately life isn’t like kdramas and some rich guy isn’t going to take pity on you and transform your life when he could just be with someone who has a similar upbringing which is more comfortable.

I’m not sure if I answered your question correctly, but I assumed that you were basically asking me if looking the part can get you any points in the hypergamy scene.

#q/a

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the-epic-hiram-lows · 5 months ago

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ignoring all visual staples in the comic and show... if you were tasked with wardrobe for riverdale, which aesthetics would you pull from?

Ooooh!

This is difficult, but I love it. For the sake of sanity, I am going to maintain color-coding to some extent. Also, please read my explanations and look at the pictures, because they both add a lot of context.

I will probably only get to one or two characters in this post, but if this gets a good enough reception I will happily continue the series.

Veronica Lodge

For Veronica... I would basically scrap the entire thing and start over new. I want to see a business-savvy teenager, sure, but I also want to see a former Hermes-toting NYC socialite who knows how to party. How do you marry those two concepts? The outfits do not all need to 100% represent every aspect of her, but her wardrobe should.

Though Riverdale (the show) fully embraces camp, Veronica's outfits should always look somewhat effortless. We should get the impression that her wardrobe is endless, and wardrobe is second nature, though it doesn't have to be tasteful. She would embrace a high-low aesthetic fairly often (think: perfectly undone waves and a white tee with a vintage Chanel skirt, or pair of black ankle boots with a delicate lace number and pearls.)

Veronica is a trendsetter and early adapter because she has her finger on the pulse. There is no excuse for these tired PDA mom looks. Here are aesthetics I would pull from when styling her:

Clueless/90s Academia Prep Revival

This is a girl who name-dropped Cruel Intentions! She knows these references. These looks are not only chic and young, but they scream 'old money' while also fitting into the Riverdale 50s academia undertones. We get to keep Veronica's signature stuffiness- but with the addition of casual pieces, a sense of novelty, and lots of upper thigh, we get a youthful, refined, sexy aesthetic. Unfortunately, most of the examples I used are not in the desired color palette, and many of them are cheapo material, but let's use our imaginations.

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Y2k Socialite/It Girl

I want to see the glitz and glam! Veronica is the kind of girl who's had the $1k sundae at Serendipity 3's more than once, just for the hell of it. Where is the fun?! My immediate thought was Paris Hilton's famous 21st birthday look with the silver dress. Ignoring how she accessorized it, this would be a perfect reference (however inappropriate it would be in a school scene.) I want details like sheers, sequins, glitter, maribou trims, etc. The colors would be more subdued here- washed out metallics and neutrals, mostly. There are ample ways to make this more 'wearable,' but maybe sometimes Party Mode Veronica is too much.

Mob Wife

I know, I know. I was going for minimalism up top! Effortless! What happened? Well, what happened is this is Riverdale, and Veronica is Veronica. All characters in Riverdale are subject to extreme lifestyle changes- and, often, seemingly contradictory traits. In Riverdale, you are only one arc or setting change from a different aesthetic. Veronica is both the daughter of a mobster who tries really, really hard and (should be) the cool fashion girl among her peers. She wears many hats. I am just trying to make sure they're all stylish. Veronica should have a chameleonic quality to her. We should get the impression there are several Veronicas, all of whom had a wardrobe ready for whatever the occasion du jour is. A heist? Dinner with a crime family? Church with daddy? She has the tools necessary for all of these occasions, even if her wardrobe looks a bit contrived. In other words, Veronica didn't just fall out of a coconut tree. She exists in the context of all in which she lives, and what came before her. With this aesthetic, we get to have fun with some European and femme fatale influences.

Business Bitch

This is where Veronica as we know her gets to shine- it is the closest thing to her actual Riverdale aesthetic, but cuntier. You'll see all of the above come together here, as it is the fourth quadrant of her personality. Though this iteration of Veronica would be heavy on the black and white, high contrast thing she already has going (which I love!) there is plenty of room for color... even if the examples I pulled say otherwise.

#i didn't do any accessories but i will do a sequel to this post with full-realized outfits (polyvore style) if the people demand it #veronica lodge #asks #riverdale #fashion #aesthetics #hit the image limit hell yeah #aesthetic #high effort posts

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frostwing213 · 2 months ago

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Odyssey AU/Fanfiction I wrote for class 6/10

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Hi, I wrote what is basically fanfiction for class on, you guessed it, the Odyssey . I decided to share it with ya'll.

Essentially, I took the events of the Odyssey, shifted and removed some things, made it take place in modern times, then wrote a 29 pages with over 14000 words piece of fanfiction in a week.

Is it accurate? Lol, no. Is it fun? Yes.

Keep reading to see part 6 of 10:

Let's get a good map and go home! With only some creepiness

“Are you good?” Ody stared up at the sky. It was sunny, but one of those strange days where rain clouds passed by and poured on you for a minute or two before moving on. One had even had hail earlier. Ody was soaked as he laid on the grass and replied

“No. It’s been two weeks. I want to go home.”

“Hermes will hopefully be back soon, then the mechanic will fix the truck and we can go.” Eury said as he sat down next to him.

“I miss Penelope and Tele.”

“I know.”

“I love them.”

“I know.”

“I wanna go home”

“I know.”

“I hate the stupid truck. I wish teleporters existed”

“I know.” A rainy cloud passed over them and Ody said

“I hate this rain.”

“Me too. You should probably stop sulking in it.”

“I’m not sulking.”

“Yeah, you are. Come on, get up.” Eury got up and helped Ody up as he sighed heavily. As they turned to head inside, they heard a car screech past and Ody whirled around to see the source to be Hermes’s car. He smiled and said

“Finally!” He said

“Eury, go grab the crew!” As he raced down towards the car. Hermes slowed and rolled down his window with a smile, saying

“Heya! I've got the part!” Ody smiled and said

“Thank you so much!” Hermes nodded and said

“Climb in, I'll take you to the mechanic!” Ody opened the door and sat Down quickly and Hermes took off again to the mechanics. Ody’s friends showed up as the mechanic finished installing the part. Circe chuckled when she saw Ody bouncing on his feet as the mechanic walked out of the garage, saying

“It should be good to go now!” Ody clapped and said

“Thank you so much!” He turned to Circe and backed towards his truck, saying

“Thank you so much Circe, for your help, your directions, everything. Thank you so much! I’ll tell Penelope you say hi, if you don’t get ahold of her first. Thank you!” Circe laughed and said

“Just go Odysseus. Go home to your family.” He smiled and jumped into his truck, his friends quickly following. Finally, finally, they set off.

It took three days to reach the map collector. It was only… mildly creepy. The road up was extremely silent and shaded by the trees of the forest in this area. They climbed slowly up the hill, careful to keep on the narrow dirt road, with steep drop offs at both sides. It was midday when they reached the small house on the top of the hill, it looked half abandoned. Ody parked his truck and said

“I will go get it.” Eury nodded and leaned back, saying

“We’ll wait right here. Come grab us if you need us.”

“This place seems creepy.” Permedies muttered. Ody looked back and paused, his eyes widening. He cursed and said

“We forgot Elpenor. How did we forget Elpenor?” The passengers jumped as they offered excuses. Ody sighed and said

“We’ll go back to grab him after we’re done here.” There were nods, and Ody climbed out of the car. He stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets as he walked up to the old house. He paused and looked up, it felt too dark to be midday, and the silence was deafening. The forest didn’t feel alive. It felt like a place where only the dead resided. He took a breath and was stopped in his tracks. The smell was wonderful, reminding him of old clothes, and Penelope’s old chest, filled with sentimental things. Old things. Like her wedding dress. Tele’s first blanket. Her old things from school. His wedding suit. Her senior prom dress. The dress she wore when they met. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, breathing in the smell that reminded him of home. After a moment, he identified the smell.

Cedar. It was a cedar forest. That’s why it was so quiet. He smiled. Penelope loved the smell of cedar, she’d been meaning to find a cedar grove to take him to it, as a little date. Maybe they could come back here someday, after he got home. They could make it a trip, visit Circe, visit this little woods. He opened his eyes and looked around at the quiet woods. He remembered now. Cedar forests were so quiet due to the fact it was commonly only cedar trees and there was little plant growth on the forest floor. It made for a pretty scene. The forest wasn’t dead, simply peaceful. He continued walking to the door and knocked softly. He heard a sound of surprise, and then rustling as a person came down to the door and opened it. Ody blinked at the person that answered the door, specifically the misted over eyes and androgynous figure. The person asked

“Yes? Who are you?” Ody paused, then smiled and said

“I’m Odysseus. I was se-” The person’s eyes widened and they echoed in a whispery voice

“Odysseus. Husband of Penelope. Father of Telemachus. Son of Laërtes and Anticlea. Come inside, Odysseus of Ithaca.” Ody tensed, then asked

“Are you alright?” Something seemed strange, something was off. The way the person stared at him unseeing, the way their voice changed, how they knew too much about him. The person lighty grabbed his arm and gently pulled him inside. Ody paused, then followed, closing the door behind him. He looked around the small room as the person pulled him to a chair, sitting him down and saying

“I am Tiresias.” Ody nodded and said

“It is… nice to meet you.”

“Circe sent you, for something I posses, and something you ne-”

“Yes, a map! Circe said you collected maps.” A faint ghost of a smile passed along Tiresias’s face, and then it dropped before the voice changed back to that terrifying whisper

“Not only that Odysseus. You have a long journey to go.” Ody jumped as Tiresias began talking in Greek and their eyes began to glow.

“Παίζεις την ίδια ιστορία, αλλά σε διαφορετικό χρόνο. Ξέρεις, αλλά δεν ξέρεις. Η Κίρκη σε έστειλε γιατί ξέρει ότι κάτι είναι περίεργο επίσης. Όλη η μαγεία αυτού του κόσμου κάνει. Αυτή είναι η λάθος στιγμή, αλλά και η σωστή στιγμή. Ο ρόλος μου είναι διαφορετικός, η ιστορία έχει αλλάξει, ωστόσο πρέπει ακόμα να εκπληρώσω αυτό που υπάρχω για να κάνω.” Tiresias switched back to english as they said

“You have a long journey, with another challenge at your palace. Yet as long as you listen to my instructions, you will make it home soon. There is a path you must not take. One of danger. When you reach your palace, you must wait until plans have been set.” Tiresias grabbed his shoulders and their eyes glew bright as they said

“You must remember. You must listen, great Odysseus. You must finish your Odyssey.” Tiresias then collapsed into Ody’s lap. Ody jumped, then gently shook Tiresias and asked

“Are, are you alright?” Tiresias blinked and sat up, looking confused. After a second, they said

“Sorry, I blanked out for a moment. Did you say something?” Ody paused, considering whether or not to tell Tiresias what just happened. He decided against it and said

“My friend Circe sent me to get a map from you? I’m trying to go home to a town called Ithaca.” Tiresias nodded and said

“Oh of course! I have just the map.” They raced off and Ody was left sitting in the small room, filled with little nick nacks. After a moment, Tiresias came back and pressed a map towards Ody, saying

“This will show you the way home. Your path is marked out, but… do not cross Cattle road.” Ody frowned as he opened the map, seeing the path traced in red to home. He asked

“Why not?” The whisper tone came back as Tiresias said

“You’ll die.” Before Tiresias blinked again and said like they hadn’t spoken before

“It’s just usually not a good idea.” Ody nodded and got up, saying

“Thank you for the map.” Tiresias nodded and said

“Of course Odysseus. It was nice to meet you. Have a safe journey home.” Ody nodded and walked back towards the door, slipping out and walking quickly towards the car. As he got in, he set the map down and said

“Well, that was mildly creepy. Let’s go get Elpenor.” As Ody turned and started driving back, Eury asked “What happened?” Ody shook his head and said

“Don’t worry about it.” He sighed and continued driving, tossing the interaction around in his mind. It almost didn’t seem real, but it felt familiar at the same time. So strange. The glowing eyes… he must’ve imagined it. What about the warning? Not to cross Cattle Road? What was with that? He’d need to take a look at the map later to see if there was another path. Ody pushed the thoughts out of his mind. He could deal with them later, right now, he needed to get Elpenor, then go home.

After another three days of driving, they reached Circe’s town again and found Elpenor sitting in Nymph Diner, eating breakfast. He looked up at them, finished his bite and smiled teasingly, asking

“Finally remembered me?” Ody gave a small chuckle and said

“Yeah, yeah.” Elpenor chuckled and said

“You didn’t have to come back. I think I might stay here a while.” Ody frowned and asked

“What? Why?” Elpenor slid a leg in a cast out from under the table, pointing to it as he said

“One, I fell off a roof, broke my leg and got a small concussion. Two, I really like it here. Circe is really nice, and this town could use an extra pair of hands to do odd jobs.” Ody nodded, then asked

“So, we just drove three days back here for no reason?” Elpenor gave a guilty smile and said

“Yep!” Ody sighed and said

“Alright, let’s go then.” Elpenor waved as they walked out, calling

“Bye!”

When they got in the car, Ody took the chance to open the map and plot a slightly different course, one that avoided Cattle road. Cattle road was annoying, there was only one other way to get around it, and it added much more to the trip than Ody wanted. Ody sighed and marked the path, showing it to Eury and saying

“We’re gonna do this path. Tiresias suggested staying away from Cattle road.” Eury frowned and said

“But this path looks longer.” Ody sighed and said

“I know, I just… want to play it safe.” Eury shrugged and took the map as Ody set off from Circe’s town for the third time. Time to go home, it should only take two more weeks, not that he could trust that time estimate, as he had been shown, repeatedly.

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#the odyssey #odyssey fanfic #odyssey au #odyssey #odysseus #My writing #I accept constructive criticism #Forgive my spelling

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libertyreads · 11 months ago

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Book Review #5 of 2024--

Going Postal by Terry Pratchett. Rating: 4 stars.

Read from January 20th to 25th.

My second Discworld novel is under my belt. You know, at this pace, I'm probably going to finish the Discworld about 250 years after I die. I had read Men at Arms! when I was in college and over a decade later I finally read another novel in the Discworld. I think the thing that keeps me from diving into it wholeheartedly is that there are so many starting points for it that my brain doesn't like it. I was basically given a stack of Discworld novels as a teenager and my uncle said "start anywhere." Which isn't great for someone like me. I like having an order, a plan, something that I can understand and execute. I think if I were to plan on moving forward in this world I would either continue with the City Watch series or the Industrial Revolution series. But, again, I'm not sure when I would pick up more here.

All of that being set aside, I just really enjoy Terry Pratchett. I love the absurdist nature of the Discworld but how relatable it is. This particular one came out two decades ago and there were still so many moments I could point to and see how it related to our current world. I think it's so easy to say that Pratchett understands people, humanity as a whole. Also, as someone who worked in a post office for a semester in college, I have to say that there was so much fun stuff in this one. I also loved that Moist dressed as Hermes for all of the big showy Post Master things he did. And can we talk about how Moist is the most morally grey character of all morally grey characters? Okay, maybe not all, but STILL, I love that little weirdo so much. He has such a change of heart after working in the post office and the fact that he still does con-artist things for the good of the post office and the city? Stop it. I absolutely love it. I also love Stanley who gets so obsessed with a new thing to collect once the stamps come out. The addictive part of my personality sees him and respects him for it.

There were a few things in the novel that felt a bit outdated--Miss Dearheart being a tough, not like other girls female character--but I guess it's to be expected after two decades. There were also some places the plot went that I didn't love, but the story ended in a good place overall for me. A small complaint for me is that I had to read this one in Mass Market Paperback which made the long chapters feel so, so long.

Overall, it was a fun time and I definitely think I'll want to pick up another Discworld novel at some point. Maybe not over a decade from now, but at some point. I don't feel any pressure to dive into another one in the next few months so we'll see when I feel the desire to get back into this crazy world of satire.

#book review #book reviews #booklr #bookblr #bookstagram #bookish #books #book #books read in 2024 #2024 reading challenge #goodreads challenge #goodreads #Terry Pratchett #Discworld #Going Postal #moist von lipwig #adora belle dearheart #havelock vetinari #ankh morpork

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casp1an-sea · 9 months ago

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Andras Fairchild

Andras is from a universe that is essentially a Parody of the MCU his character’s role is based on both Loki and Wanda

(Age: 27)(Height: 6’2”)(Gender: male)(Pronouns: He/him)(Race/Ethnicity: white)(Role: Villian)

Appearance:

Andras has pale skin and light brown eyes. His hair was naturally black but turned bright red when he got his powers, aside from the roots. He keeps in long and flowy with his bangs falling down in front of his face on the left but slicked back on the right. He also has two streaks of white in his hair one on the left bang, and one on the underside of his hair. These are from the two times that he pushed his powers past their limit. He has a hooked shape scar going across his forehead and right eyebrow. He has very angular and lanky features. He has very prominent dimples. He dresses monochrome with occasional pops of red and he always dresses formally.

Power:

He has the power to manipulate matter. He can shape it into whatever size, material, he wants even change the weight and texture. So far it works on everything but sentient beings like animals and humans. He doesn’t know the extent of his powers.

⚠️SPOILERS FOR XEN⚠️

Backstory:

TW: Abusive and absent parents, murder

I don’t really wanna go into detail lol. He got powers. His mom was scared of the powers, so decided to trick him into thinking that he couldn’t use them without her instruction. So she could manipulate him into doing things for her. When things didn’t pan out, she killed her own husband and blamed it on him to try and scare him into submission, but he ran away. He came in a legal information broker, then worked for the government agency until he found out that they knew his mom was the actual killer, and hadn’t told him. So we went a bit crazy attacked, then ended up, killing some agents side of self-defense. Then he decided to become what everyone was afraid of him, becoming as kind of a look what you made me do type thing. He went to confront his mom try to scare her or whatever, but she some things that made him angry, and he lost control and he killed her. He then turned all of the family photos into dust ran away and decided that he had stopped too low and could never live a normal life again so he should just embrace it so he tried to take over New York. And field, then got sent to prison for two years. Before he got a vision that set off his powers, causing him to accidentally blow up his cell. He was able to stay out of prison by offering to help the superheroes stop. The aliens that were coming for the germs. But in reality his vision actually showed him taking the gem himself not helping them. But now he’s conflicted, because he kind of like some of the heroes, one of them is his sister.

Important Info:

From his time growing up in London, he developed a British accent

He absolutely hates touching things other people have touched or people touching his things

Sometimes he does wonder what life would be like if he hadn’t run away. What it would be like if he actually got to know his sister. He has a half sibling but he does not view them as a sibling or even related.

Has a crush on Yu Jiang AkA Hermes, he is a superhero (basically has Thor’s role) this character is owned by Xen

#cas’s ocs #Normally I don’t like posting more then one OC in a day but it bothered me that he was the only one left in misc #marvel #loki #wanda maximoff #original character #Xe.Lu.Le :)

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capnportofficial · 2 years ago

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I saw Hadestown yesterday! Here's my review/overview of it!

I'm a bit nearsighted, and I forgot my glasses, and I sat in one of the back rows. So I had a hard time seeing the stage. Most everyone was blurry figures to me, and half the time I couldn't tell where Eurydice was bc her colors blended into the members of the chorus/workers. But Hades had a stage presence that made him noticable, Persephone's bright green dress in Act 1 and black dress in Act 2 + her distinctive silhouette made her visible, the feathers on Hermes' suit glinted in the light, and Orpheus wore a lot of white. So it was mostly Eurydice I had a hard time seeing.

I wear headphones basically all the time IRL because noise overwhelms me, but I had my headphones off for the whole performance because I was so into it.

The choreography and lighting and set design was great!

Hermes was fun, but a bit too theatrical. He was putting on a show and not really interacting with the other characters like a person.

Orpheus. Oh my god, Orpheus. he was such a little dork. When Hermes called his name a second time in Road To Hell, he looked up and gave us all a little wave and I waved back. He kept tripping over himself and bumping into people.

When Hermes said abt Orpheus "You might say the boy was... touched," my mom leaned over to me and said "Yeah, he's totally on the spectrum" (referring to Orpheus).

Eurydice's vocal range was a little low, so she strained her voice on the high notes. She was still a very good Eurydice.

The audience kept laughing during Come Home With Me because Orpheus was being so ridiculous

During Come Home With Me, Orpheus held out his hand to Eurydice, she almost took it, but then she pulled away.

Holy shit the choreography of Wedding Song. The chorus moved the tables and chairs around. At one point, Orpheus walked on the tables.

At one point during Wedding Song, Orpheus' mic glitched out for a few words...

At the end of Wedding Song, Orpheus held out his hand to Eurydice the same way he had during Come Home With Me. This time, she took his hand.

When the lights went slightly off during All I've Ever Known and we just saw the silhouettes of Orpheus and Eurydice, and one of them lifted the other up and then they went to the floor and one lay on top of the other, then rolled off... Damn, get it Orpheus and Eurydice.

Orpheus and Eurydice were sitting and holding each other at the beginning of Way Down Hadestown, only to separate in surprise when Persephone stomped in with "That was not six months!"

There was a door at the back of the stage that opened horizontally on cue, and there were nine lights behind it. When Hades showed up, the door opened, the six lights on the right were lit up to mimic a train, and smoke poured out of the entrance.

After Eurydice sang "kinda makes you wonder how it feels..." everyone was still for a few seconds. Then Orpheus leaped in front of her and spread his arms wide as if to protect her from the Fates and Hades.

Orpheus had a little table in the corner where he sat for Epic 2 and Chant.

During Gathering Storm, Epic 2, and Chant, there was fog/smoke on the stage around everyones feet.

Eurydice dropped her ticket when she was given it during the Chips Are Down intro. She had to pick it up. What's more, Hades didn't say the line "Your ticket" when he gave it to Eurydice.

During both Gone, I'm Gone and Flowers, Eurydice sat at the front of the stage by herself.

When Orpheus said "with all my heart" during the Wait For Me intro, he was holding the red flower, and put his hands on his heart.

During Why We Build The Wall, Hades stood at the front of the stage with a stand microphone, and the workers all stood still on each side of the stage near the band. At the end Eurydice came in via the automatic horizontal doors.

When Orpheus found Eurydice during Come Home With Me (Reprise), he almost tripped over himself in his excitement to get to her. Then he picked her up and they did this:

The lights kept shining Super Fuckign Bright during Papers.

Papers (Instrumental) and the way they simulated Orpheus getting beat up was great choreography.

The Fates werenot good at Nothing Changes. They went way too fast. It was weird, because they were great in all the other songs.

During Hades' "I CONDUCT THE ELECTRIC CITY" line, the lights shone super bright. My mom had to cover her eyes, but I was transfixed.

Hades' "Oh, it's about me" line during Epic 3 was more "aww, it's about me" in this sort of "aw, how cute, you think this will help you" patronizing way

When Hades said "Where'd you get that melody?" he lunged towards Orpheus. Persephone had to hold Hades back.

I cried during Epic 3.

During His Kiss, The Riot, Hades sat down on a stool and there was a spotlight on him.

Before Eurydice left with Orpheus, she went up to the workers and shook hands with all of them, and the tallest worker pat Eurydice on the head which was adorable. You really got the sense that they had a camaraderie from working together, and they were wishing her good luck.

The smoke/fog came back during Doubt Comes In.

When Doubt Comes In started, all the lights went off. Then somehow they solely lit up Orpheus, and he was in this complete dark walking. Eurydice was slightly illuminated by the lighting on Orpheus, but just barely, so she looked like a ghostly shadow behind him.

During Doubt Comes In, the Fates would occasionally turn on small lanterns they were holding, to make 3 small pinprick lights. Then they would go out again.

There was a little weird run around scramble at the end of Doubt Comes In because rather than a lowering platform, the stage had a door at the back, so they had to get Eurydice back there.

During Road To Hell (Reprise), the characters who had changed their clothes came back in their original clothes? I'm guessing the chorus and Persephone changed their outfits during Doubt Comes In, and Eurydice held her coat tight around her so she probably put that on over the Act 2 overalls.

When the cast was bowing at the end, Persephone blew the audience a kiss.

Mom wanted us to leave as soon as the bowing and stuff ended, but I was standing there completely transfixed by Raise Our Cups.

They turned the microphones down/off for Raise Our Cups.

#txt #hadestown

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esha-isboogara · 2 years ago

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jojo’s bizarre porn tropes

publishing even MORE headcanons before i finish the first set ? an absolute iconic move from me tbh. i went crazy with my tags bro😩but anyways enjoy this …i will do more characters if i can come up with more tropes

here’s part two

jonathan - he’s very vanilla so your videos fall under the passionate category. jonathan takes the act of making love very seriously so expect to cum at least twice in one session. he won’t over stimulate though , he gives you a pleasant high. y’all don’t post a lot but when you do it’s usually a movie that will have the viewers drooling.

joseph- amateur porn. he isn’t too fond on setting up a camera and having a script or whatever. he’d much rather record you giving him head or maybe a lil pov of back shots. joseph makes sure you’re featured on his only fans regularly. videos are usually no longer than 5 minutes.

jotaro- big dick small girl trope. my god this man is hung. people watching your videos are always slightly worried for your safety. how does it fit? women all around the world want to be you. some of the more aggressive sessions almost always lead to concerned comments. jotaro does have a bit of a reputation so he refuses to show his face along with yours.

kakyoin- not a trope but most of your posts are cosplay related. dressing up as your favorite anime characters and fucking for money is a dream come true. a lot of work goes into your videos mainly because of the well put together costumes and make up looks. the entire look gets ruined in the end but presentation is a big deal. the two of you have a cute set up. it’s high effort but the rewards are so worth it.

josuke- innocent boy and experienced woman. he still won’t say it out loud but he is a total bottom so having you top him/take control is perfect. josuke will use titles like “step mom gives new son blowjob during dinner” to catch a persons attention. or so he says. you’d swear he has a bit of a thing for it. your videos are usually a bit longer and medium effort.

giorno- very beautifully done/well put together porn. people who watch the two of you enjoy modern art and pretty landscapes. it’s essentially art house porn. your content is extremely well put together and is pleasing to eye as well as to the dick/pussy. giorno doesn’t much care if his face is recognized-hes a crime lord there’s not much anyone can do at this point.

leone- rough sex! the people who watch your videos are sickos and the others are worried for your safety. lots of tying up, whipping, slapping and abuse of your little hole. don’t worry it’s all consensual and monitored.

bruno- pov style porn. honestly an iconic move from him. he loves to go back and watch your tapes so why not upload them. similar to joseph they’re never longer than five minutes but there’s a good amount of them. occasionally you two will put together tutorials for those less experienced in sex.

jolyne- lesbian! jojo knows how much men love that wlw content so the two of you exploit that fetish to the max. it started off as just a few short clips but as time went on you and jolyne got a whole set up. most of your vids are pretty basic but men especially eat them up so 🤪

hermes- massage porn. she’s always been good with her hands so why not use her abilities for something fun? you guys don’t upload often. not because you don’t want to just because you always forget or get too caught up in what you’re doing.

foo fighters- the two of you were on the weirder side of porn hub. strange toys, story lines and odd outfits. from alien sex to retro porn you’ve done it all. honestly it doesn’t really matter if others find it sexy the two of you enjoy it. it doesn’t take much to convince them to post your videos- it takes longer to explain how the camera works than anything.

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dxppercxdxver · 3 years ago

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alright @teethworm and @szollibisz have enabled me in regards to This Post so buckle up for my very loose and very disorganized (and very long) spies are forever hadestown au pitch

- a couple brief points of clarification: characters like the baron or richard big or the prince have just been kinda. shuffled aside. since the main cast of hadestown is pretty small and also fuck a couple of those guys they suck. also this is basically just The Plot Of Hadestown palette swapped to fit spies are forever. there are some important differences but most of it is just switching one character out for another

- so this whole thing got started bc i realized the line “help yourself / to hell with the rest / even the one / who loves you best” from “when the chips are down” is just a Very owen carvour sentiment

- thus “owen as eurydice” became my jumping off point

- in general, i’m thinking about this as if it were still a staged production, so i have some Thoughts on the aesthetics

- both productions have pretty barebones sets? metal staircases, exposed bulbs, high railings, that sort of thing, and i think they should be allowed to keep those because objectively they are so cool. so basically, the same saf set but slightly more Ornate (filigree on the stairs, some more diegetic lights, that sort of thing)

- in terms of costumes i would want to hang onto the 1950s cold war aesthetics from saf to keep it visually distinct from the more industrial revolution/great depression hodgepodge of hadestown. like don’t get me wrong it’s Cool but also it’s been done and we deserve the ridiculous dresses of the 50s

- music style is still very analog, which both hadestown and saf do really well. lots of chorus work, piano, strings, strong drum beats, stuff like that (also the classic spy movie soundtrack stings like you gotta have those)

- anyway in terms of the Plot, let’s get started with the characters

- owen is eurydice: jaded, hurt, afraid of making connections

- and curt is orpheus: stubbornly optimistic, an idealist, incredibly headstrong

- tatiana is hermes: curt’s old friend who thinks he’s got his head in the clouds a bit, but also cares about him deeply and wants to help him succeed. also, tell me you can’t hear her say “oh, and curt? don’t come on too strong.” i would want her to have a bit more direct involvement in the play just so she doesn’t get relegated to prop role but idk in what context that would work yet

- the fates! barb, cynthia, and susan make up the fates, and they Also have a much more active role in the story, often accompanying curt on his journeys and directly interacting with him (also, they often sing To owen but it becomes increasingly obvious throughout the play that he can’t see or hear them, so it’s almost like they’re eulogizing him while he’s still up and walking)

- hades and persephone we will get to

- so the story progresses as hadestown usually does: curt meets owen, falls in love with him, they make preparations to get married, persephone returns to the surface, summer is great, hades comes to take her too soon

- winter is coming, and they’re not prepared

- curt’s still desperately trying to solve things with his grand plan (idk if i want to keep him a musician or if he’s doing something else but it’s still a more Fanciful solution than owen’s more practical preparation for the cold) while owen watches the winter creep closer

- as per usual, owen realizes they’re stuck between a rock and a hard place and sells himself over to hades in the hopes of taking the burden off of curt

- owen gets himself stuck with a bad deal and is forced to help build this giant surveillance system that contains all of hell and is also used to spy on the surface (chimera instead of The Wall basically. that computing power needs a lot of servers and wires and cameras to run it, so there are installation crews crawling around and laying the cables. there are so many worker fatalities hades becomes better known as the deadliest man alive)

- curt, obviously, freaks the fuck out and comes running to tatiana, and she gives him the back entrance to hell (also, please imagine curt mega singing “wait for me” it hurts). she seems... strangely melancholic. wistful, almost

- upon arriving in hell, curt finds owen and tries to take him away but owen is begging him to keep his voice down

- too late. hades can smell a traitor in his midst

- curt obviously begs hades to let owen go, but hades reveals the deal owen got himself signed to (angst! suffering! all that good stuff)

- so curt has his whole “if it’s true” montage where he rallies the chimera build team to his cause, and this strikes a chord in persephone, who’s been quietly studying the whole scene from the sidelines

- now. “how long?”

- when persephone comes to confront hades, it’s clear their conflict is more Personal than just a debate of morals. persephone alludes to hades snatching her from the surface, to their love gone sour, to how they shouldn’t have to continue their cycle with these two, but she’s also strangely reserved and resigned, like she knows her begging won’t do anything

- and here’s when we see a different side of hades. away from the eyes of the public he’s remorseful, but bitter. he’s more sympathetic, and it’s clear there’s an unspoken Something between him and persephone. there’s a history they’re dancing over, and their arguing is almost hollow, more of a performance than an actual battle

- at last, hades agrees to hear curt’s case, and curt sings to him the story of hades and persephone’s love, but something seems to nag at curt while he sings, like his heart’s not quite in it (not because he doesn’t want to leave, but because something deep in his chest is trying to put the puzzle pieces together)

- hades agrees to let curt and owen go on the same condition; don’t look back

- while they’re walking, owen has finally summoned up True Conviction in curt, believing in something wholeheartedly for the first time in his life, while curt’s mind is whirling

- and this is what he figures out

- hades and persephone look oddly familiar. no one knows exactly where they came from. every conversation they’ve had—both with each other, and with curt and owen—has been Laden with subtext, hinting at a personal history they shouldn’t really have. and curt finally remembers what it was hades said to him when he asked why he trusted them enough to let them leave, what made them so special

- hades had said “personal history does have its benefits, mega”

- curt realizes that hades and persephone are owen and himself, many years down the line, aged and bitter. he doesn’t know how, doesn’t know why, but suddenly he understands what he has to do

- as they’re climbing the steps out of hell, curt stops in his tracks

- “curt?” he doesn’t say anything

- “is everything alright, love?”

- curt shuts his eyes

- “forgive me”

- and he turns around, looking down at owen

- and god it hurts to do it and curt wants nothing else than to break that cycle but he knows he Can’t and it’s the only right thing to do

- be the hero

- in the rafters, the fates and tatiana look down at him as owen starts to reach for curt, before a quake sends him plummeting off the stairs

- curt returns to the surface pretending none of this has ever happened and moves to a new town to rebuild as persephone, as he knows he must

- in hell, owen, enraged and bitter, crawls up the chimera ladder until he himself is the boss man of hell, overseeing the whole thing and exacting his vengeance on those foolish enough to make deals with him

- owen as hades, wanting nothing more than to torture curt for what he’s done, steals curt away from the surface. when the hellhounds come, curt shakes owen’s hand and follows him with his chin up

- “it’s good to see you again”

- they arrange their seasonal deal, following in their own footsteps

- at this point, owen too realizes curt must have known but is furious that curt didn’t do anything to stop it and instead doomed them to this

- it goes surprisingly okay at first. curt is happy to see owen again and owen plies curt with fineries and vices of every sort but soon it becomes entirely unsustainable

- owen delights in the power he wields over curt now and curt takes to drinking to forget his time in the underworld, often missing the springtime train

- every autumn, owen comes earlier, because who’s going to stop him?

- by the time owen and curt come around again, their older selves have everything planned to the minute. there is no breaking the cycle, there is only doing what is right even if it kills you

- and on and on into infinity

tl;dr owen and curt as eurydice and orpheus come into contact with hades and persephone, who are also owen and curt, and it’s a vicious cycle of violence

i hope y’all enjoyed! if it were like. scripted the foreshadowing would have worked. much better than in this text form. but i really liked the idea of having a before and after version of these characters that reflects their journeys in saf because curt and owen before the accident are Very Different than the curt and owen afterwards and i wanted to explore that in a more literal form

if y’all have any questions i’d be happy to answer :]

(and also check the rb’s there may be stuff i’ve forgotten and will add later. maybe not? maybe i got it all down in one go? but who knows)

#spies are forever #hadestown #musical tag #radio free junebug #orpheus #eurydice #hades #persephone #curt mega #owen carvour #barb larvernor #tatiana slozhno #the informant #cynthia houston #spytown #50 #captain's logbook

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theunholygrails · 3 years ago

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Foolish Games Part 2

Masterlist

A/N: Introducing new characters and some drama! Percy is still sexy as ever :'(.

Warnings: BJ

I woke up to a door slamming so hard it joined the symphony of my pounding headache. I groaned, hoisting myself over the back of the couch to investigate to intrusion. A brunette head of long sweeping hair rushed through the foyer, barreling towards the kitchen. A familiar mop of black hair hurried after.

Reyna was speaking so fast in Spanish my brain scrambled to keep up. I noted lots of curse words followed by a series of sentences too fast I was surprised she even knew what she was saying. Percy was answering in slow measured words, probably fighting a hangover of equal measure. I ducked behind the back of the couch, reaching for my phone plugged in on the coffee table.

It was noon. 2% battery and a couple messages from friends. Nothing from my ex thank gods. Five from Annabeth being nosey. I opened my uber app, squinting in the sunlight breaking through the cream curtains. I managed to get my driver secured.

A door slammed and I winced, peaking to check that they were in another room. I did not immediately spot my dress in the chaotic. I grimaced remembering the midnight swim. When I sat up I finally noticed the white tshirt I wore and the basketball shorts. And then I went rigid remembering what happened after the swim.

“Motherfucker,” I whispered.

Now I really had to get out of this house. I checked the arrival time of my driver. Three minutes away. Great. I made my way on shaky knees to the large wooden front door. My keys were still in the collection dish. I grabbed them quietly and turned the door handle a fraction of an inch before another door slammed open and Reyna came barreling back into the foyer, brown eyes landing promptly on my guilty ass. Behind her, Percy pursed his lips into a thin line and raised both of his hands to lay on top of his head. His biceps strained nicely against the thin t shirt.

“The fuck is this?” Reyna whispered.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing,” I babbled.

“It’s just Noa, Rey. Gods,” Percy said.

“I can see that, Percy!” She snapped. I was glad her spear was not strapped across her back this morning. “Why is she sneaking out of my house in your clothes?”

“People were swimming last night. Her clothes got wet.”

“I’m sure the fuck they did.”

“Zeus, Rey! You ended it with me. Why does it even matter?”

“Because I still fucking love you! I’m sorry, okay?” She burst out crying and Percy instantly pulled her against his chest. The memory of being in those arms drove me out the door like a nest of hornets.

~~~~

“I’m just saying. You have nothing to feel sorry for,” Annabeth paused to sip her iced coffee. “Unless they get back together and then you sleep with him. But as of right now, you’re good. Trust me. Been on the Percy train. We’re still friends. You’ll get over it. Just a harmless rebound for both of you.”

I groaned, laying my chin on the cool metal table parked outside our favorite coffee shop positioned between our New York apartments. Just two Manhattan women enjoying their Sunday afternoon. The air was cooling as fall neared. I pulled my baseball cap closer to the top of my sunglasses.

“Should I call him?”

“Maybe tomorrow. Let him deal with his relationship drama. Reyna is a lot to deal with. Still nothing from fuckface?”

“Nope and that’s fine.”

“Good for you. We will hydrate you, get you a good dinner, hit the gym before work in the morning and then get back on our bad bitch mental track. Agreed?”

~~~~

“Good Monday, yogis,” I chirped from my desk at the corner of my studio.

The third class was beginning to trickle in and I was settling into my rhythm. Hot yoga was next and hopefully I would sweat out all the negativity I’d allowed lately. I was in the middle of emailing back a potential client when someone rapped at the wood of my desk. I glanced up to a blonde male who waved gently.

“Heya, sansei Noa,” he said.

“That’s karate. Can I help you?”

“Do you do trial classes?”

I hit send on my email and closed my laptop. The guy was built like a poser with the defined muscles and chiseled jaw but his voice was soft and tempered. He was clean shaven and dressed like a basic gym bro.

“Normally you have to schedule them beforehand because of class size,” I gave my standard answer.

“Right, my bad. Sorry. I was just passing by the front and it looked like the kind of place I needed right now. Can I go ahead and pick a date then?”

I was staring too long into his pale blue eyes, honed in on the polite response. A nice change from the daily demanding consumers. “You know what? Ive got space right now if you like? Have you ever done hot yoga?”

A brilliant white smile showcasing sharp canines. “My favorite.”

“Perfect. I just need a name, number and email to get you a file started.”

He leaned large hands on my desk. “It’s Luke Castellan.”

Before he could give the contact information, I cut him off. “Wait. I know you.” His tanned skin paled significantly.

“I…”

“You’re supposed to be dead!” I blurted out.

His eyes skated around the room and he leaned in closer. “That’s not supposed to be public knowledge. I assume you’re a demigod?”

“Luke, you trained me. We took fucking sculpting together. The Apollo table was right next to the Hermes one for fuck’s sake.”

He winced. I heard a murmuring from the rest of my class I was disturbing with my volume. I collected my shock finally. “Take a seat if you want. We should talk after class. I need to start.”

“Okay. Thank you. I’m sorry Noa.”

I waved him off and walked over to my yoga mat. I sat cross legged and drew in an even breath to smooth out my emotions.

It was a slow 30 minute class. Each pose and movement dragged on. Finally, I dismissed the group and nodded Luke outside. He was waiting on the bench outside of the studio I split renting with a few other instructors. I sat next to him, wiping sweat from my face with the towel slung over my pink sports bra.

“Alright, talk,” I said.

“Not much to say. I was given a second chance at my hearing. Here I am. Starting over.” A shrug of well-defined shoulders. The muscles flexed beneath his gleaming sweat. His red tank top stuck to his chest and stomach. “I wish I remembered you, truly. That time is such a blur in my life.”

“It’s ok. You were a lot older than me and to be honest I had a massive crush on you so I probably hid most of the time.”

A surprised smile slipped across his lips. “I’m assuming the betrayal helped you get over that?”

I laughed outloud, slapping his knee. “No shit! So where are you staying these days?”

“Just around the corner actually. Got a job at the local gym.”

“Yeah I bet the fuck you did.” I squeezed his forearm between both of my hands. I wanted to roll my eyes at me falling back into my school girl giddy at him. Betrayal of the gods aside. He was even more gorgeous than ever. The scar down his face gave him a dark sexy vibe. Like a bad boy even though he claimed he was rehabbing himself now.

“So how, did you feel about the class?”

“I mean, I’d like to sign up for it a couple times a week, that’s for sure. And I’d like to take you out to dinner to make up for not remembering a beauty like you.”

I almost bit my cheek biting out the response of “Yes!”

“You’ve got my number,” he said, chuckling quietly. “I’ve got to get to work.” He shouldered his gym bag and excused himself.

The bike back to my apartment was spent reliving my tween fantasies about bad boy Luke. I opened my apartment door and screeched seeing a man sitting at my kitchen counter. Percy turned to face me.

“You know you live in New York? You should really lock that.”

“It was!” I snapped.

A quick grin. “Yeah. But it was easy to break into.”

I dropped my bag onto the floor and brushed past him to get a protein shake from the fridge. “I have to shower and get prepared for my night classes.” I told him.

“I know. I’m sorry I didn’t call earlier.”

I shrugged. “I didn’t either.”

He paused, studying my face in the shitty lighting of the single bulb hanging between us over the counter. “Are we good, Noa?”

“Of course. What’s a little head between friends?”

“Okay…I can’t read you. Can you not play tough just for a minute?”

I chugged the shake and set the bottle down between us. I leaned my arms on the chilled counter, bun knocking against the light. “Honestly, Percy. I’m fine. We are good.”

“Reyna moved back in.”

“You’re engaged again?”

I drank from the empty bottle to give myself something to do. He watched me with those green eyes. He’d known me for far too long. He was nearly impossible to deceive, but I was determined today. The fact that I had dreamt of fucking him two consecutive nights was irrelevant if he was off the table. Even if his lips did look incredibly juicy tonight. Even if they had done near illicit things to me just nights ago.

“I don’t know. She said she wanted to work on things. And it’s her dad’s house, so I can’t ask her to go and I don’t want to go to my mom’s and admit defeat.”

“You know you could stay here, Perc.”

He worked his jaw silently, then rubbed his hands over his face. “Thanks. I do know. Even if we aren’t officially back together, I think we should work on it…” he trailed off.

“And not tell her about you eating me out?” I leaned closer because I was mean to both him and myself. Because I knew this top combined with this angle gave him a simple opportunity. And he took it.

His tongue slid out between his lips as his eyes flicked down, stayed, then dragged deliberately back up. “Probably not,” he agreed.

For a long moment neither of us said anything. He had more to lose now than me. We were no longer on equal playing fields. So, I left the ball in his court. “I’m going to go shower.”

I was done washing in the first ten minutes. The second ten was giving him a little wiggle room to decide. I had my hand on the faucet to cut off the water that was beginning to go cold when I heard the door creak open. I watched through the fogged glass, catching a hold of my breath. I watched as he tugged his shirt off. My stomach flipped over itself when he reached for his jeans. What had I done?

The opening door let in a rush of cool air, perking my skin to attention. My eyes raked unapologetically over his naked, aroused body. His dark hair quickly slicked against his stubble covered jaw. His eyes were no longer the sea green but murky like the deep water of the ocean.

“Hey,” he said quietly, cautiously.

“Hey,” I giggled, reaching out to touch his rough jaw. He winced, catching my hand with his. “We probably shouldn’t kiss again.”

“Sure, whatever you want, Percy. What can I do to you?”

He groaned, turning his mouth into my palm, scraping teeth against the vulnerable skin. “Touch me,” he said.

My free hand instantly planted against his chest, scraping at the muscle. His eyes fluttered closed, head tilting back to expose his throat. I slid my other hand into his thick hair, tugging it tightly between my fingers and pulling to grant myself more access to the strong column of his neck. I bit it first, backing him into the tiled wall when he shuddered. I kissed over the reddening skin and moved my hands to his flat stomach, feeling the shuddered breaths beneath my touch.

“Like this?” I asked.

His reply was unintelligible. I kissed down his chest, moving my hand lower still as I went. When my fingers brushed over the v-line of his hips, I shifted my route away from the center and to his thighs. An annoyed grunt escaped his lips. “Hush,” I scolded, getting my knees under me. The now cold water was hitting the back of my neck and flowing down my body. I placed my hands on the inside of both his thighs, trailing them upwards and upwards until he nearly contorted when I gripped him. He let out a scandalous string of curses that quickly turned to moaning silence when I took him into my mouth.

He unraveled in minutes and I let him cum all over the breasts I had teased him with earlier. I rose in front of him, my own rosy cheeks mirroring his. “Now we’re even.”

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thatesqcrush · 4 years ago

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Best Laid Plans

Rafael Barba x Bryan Kneef x Reader. DP (double penetration) for kink bingo. This is MMF and MFM. Oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex. This basically goes straight to filth, very very little plot. NSFW!

WC: 2811

AN2: Forgive any typos. ‘Tis late here on the East Coast.

Summer in Chicago. Hot, humid mornings meant a 50% chance of a thunderstorm in the evening. Most days you were prepared, stashing an umbrella in your oversized shoulder bag. Except this morning you changed bags and as a result, you forgot the umbrella.

The rain pelted down hard, soaking you instantly. You ran down Michigan Avenue, looking for refuge in the nearest restaurant. You ran with your bag over your head, serving as a poor substitute for an umbrella. Your shoes squished and squashed in an obscene manner and you scrunched your nose in disgust. Spotting an awning ahead of you, you jogged towards it in hopes to catch a minute and wait for the rain to stop.

You caught your appearance in the glass reflection of the building you were in front of – The Talbott Hotel. You looked like a drowned rat, with your mascara running down your cheeks and the sopped wet herm of your dress which stuck to your thighs. You sighed.

“The bar has a bathroom miss if you’d like to freshen up and warm up until the rain stops.”

You looked up at the doorman standing there. You gave him a small smile and nodded, thanking him as he opened the door for you.

The bar was fairly quiet, which surprised you for the time of day. You took a seat at the empty bar and ordered a scotch, two fingers, with a twist. You opened your purse and sought after your make up bag. You grabbed a handful of red napkins from the bar caddy in front of you and began to fix your appearance. You cleaned off the mascara that was on your cheeks, swiped on some concealer and re-applied mascara. You took a claw clip and pinned up your soaked hair. Unbeknownst you, two sets of bright green eyes were watching you curiously.

Acid jazz played throughout. The bartender came over and brought over your drink. You placed some cash on the bar, covering the price as well as tip before hopping off with your bearings and drink to an empty table. You settled into your seat and scanned the bar.

You had a bad habit of people watching. A force of habit from your time as a barista in college, getting to know everyone – who were the regulars and who weren’t. Your phone buzzed, interrupting your thoughts. When you checked your messages, you let out a sigh – your friend who was meeting you for dinner, cancelled. Your stomach growled in response and you shoved a handful of peanuts into your mouth. You chewed thoughtfully as you pulled up the weather app on your phone – it was going to rain for at least another hour. ‘Might as well grab dinner here.’ You thought to yourself.

You looked up again, looking for where the bartender went, when you found yourself staring at a handsome older man with dark hair and suspenders across the way from you. He wasn’t alone – another man was with him, but his head was down and he was busy scribbling something down. What caused you though to freeze in tracks, was that the handsome man in suspenders was staring at you.

Even from across the distance, the intense smoldering stare from the man in suspenders caused your cunt to kick. He was painfully attractive, with dark hair that greyed at the temples. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, showing off strong, tanned forearms.

The man who accompanied him turned to him to whisper something in his ear. The one in suspenders smirked and nodded. Heat deep down your belly and between your legs was stoked.

You swallowed hard as the man in suspenders made his way towards you. Your heart raced in your chest.

“This seat taken?” The man in suspenders asked. You shook your head and he smiled as he sat.

“I’m Rafael.” He stuck his hand out and you took it, shaking his hand gingerly.

“Y/N.” You replied, focused on how pretty his lips were with perfect peaks on the upper lip and fullness to the lower one. His eyes are breathtaking and you could imagine yourself getting lost in them for a lifetime.

“Are you here in Chicago for business or pleasure?” Rafael asked.

“Pleasure, I hope.”

You both look up at the voice who made its presence known. If you had thought Rafael was handsome, this man was sinful with equally bright green eyes and a full beard that you instantly wondered what would be like on your skin. As a matter of fact, he seemed rough and unfinished – screaming danger in a way that made your nipples go tight and your throat go dry.

“Bryan Kneef – this is Y/N.” Rafael introduced.

A wolfish smile graced Bryan’s face and you felt the skin on the back of your neck prickle.

“Have – has anyone ever told you that you two look awfully alike? Cousins? Twins?” You asked genuinely.

“So we’ve been told.” Bryan chuckled. “But no – not related. Just happy coincidence.”

“Coincidence? Or conspiracy?” You asked, arching your brow as you took a long swig of your drink, emptying it. You relished in the burn that the amber liquid made its way down your throat. You leaned back in you seat, watching the two men intently. You were soaked in more ways than one – your dress left nothing hidden. Your nipples were hard as rocks and your panties were soaked in more ways than one.

“Can we buy you another drink?” Bryan asked. You nodded.

You gave a nod and Rafael stood, making his way back to the bar. You watched Rafael as he walked away and then looked at Bryan.

“Why don’t you ask me what you really want?”

Desire was flush on Bryan’s face and his eyes twinkled. “And what do you think that is?”

You rolled your eyes. “Come on, two gorgeous men like you. One of me. No wedding bands. I’m not stupid.”

“No harm in having a little fun.” Bryan replied as he sipped his drink.

“You say that to everyone?”

“We know what we want. No need to beat around the bush.”

Rafael returned with a fresh drink for you. You thanked him before taking another long drag. Both men watched your neck bob as you swallowed the drink. You placed your drink down and wiped your mouth.

“This is too good to be true.”

Bryan tipped his head towards Rafael. “He’s only in town for one more night. So we want to make the most of it before he heads home.”

“And where is home?”

“New York.” Rafael replied. He leaned over and placed a hand on your exposed thigh. Your skin was cold and the warmth of his hand caused images of a becoming night flashed through your mind.

“And how exactly would this go?” You asked, taking another sip of your drink. You were aware of the small circles being traced on your skin and you had to bite your check from letting out an involuntary moan.

“We’re very good at sharing.” Rafael rumbled, as both men shifted their seats to be closer to you.

You nodded – the very idea of you and two men was thrilling. You finished off your drink, slamming it hard on the table. “Okay. I’m in.”

Fortunately for you, Rafael’s room was conveniently right in the Talbott Hotel. You dared not to look at anyone in the eye as you made your way through the hotel lobby. Bryan’s hand was pressed on the small of your back guiding you to the elevator bank as Rafael followed from behind.

Not a word was spoken on the ride up to the top floor, where Rafael’s room was. You felt wild and bold – this was completely unlike you. The hotel elevator opened up to a grandiose suite, with floor to ceiling windows, offering a panoramic view of Lake Michigan.

It was still raining, the sky was dark and haunting as lightening flashed through the sky and thunder rumbled. You walked around the room, taking in the lavish and opulence ahead of you.

You turned around and found both men watching you intently once more. You made your way to the bed, knowing they’d be watching your every move. You undid the buttons of your dress, peeling off the wet material, leaving you clad in just your panties and bra.

Both men smiled at each other and then moved towards you as one, making quick removal of their clothes as well. “Are you ready?” Rafael asked.

“We’re going to take you every which way possible. Tonight – you are ours. We are yours.”

“Yes.”

You lay against Rafael’s chest, his strong arms wrapped around you, playing with your breasts. Bryan’s hands gripped your thighs, keeping you spread as his mouth worked your pussy. He licked a broad stripe along your cunt, before taking your clit into his mouth and suckling. “Oh God,” you groaned as your head lolled back, lacing your hands into his dark hair. You pulled at his hair, tugging as your hips rocked against his face. “Don’t stop.” You groaned as his warm tongue landed on your clit.

“Oh he won’t.” Rafael murmured as he sucked on the pulse point on your neck. He tugged and rolled your nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Bryan snaked two fingers from under, to slip them into your warm sheath, pumping it slowly. “Fuck!” You moaned. Bryan chuckled, sending vibrations along your body before he resumed licking you. His tongue abused your bundle of nerves over and over again. You felt the familiar coil in your belly and before you knew it, you were falling apart, coming all over Bryan’s face - chanting his name and praising God all at once.

Bryan licked you through your orgasm and then pressed kisses up and along your trembling thighs until he was fully over you. You wrapped your hand around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, deep and hungry, tasting yourself on him. The kiss broke and as you swallowed air, Bryan pulled Rafael into a kiss. You watched stunned as you were sandwiched between them. The two men kissing was thrilling, like watching two tornadoes collide, further deepening your arousal.

“Mmmm.” Rafael moaned as Bryan broke the kiss. “She tastes delicious.”

“You should have a taste.” Bryan encouraged. “She’s sweet like candy.” Rafael nodded and Bryan sat back on his haunches. Rafael encouraged you to turn around and sit on his face. You acquiesced his request and did so. You let out an obscene moan as Rafael fucked you with his tongue. You lowered yourself so you were face to face with his cock, and took him deep in your mouth.

“Yes, suck that cock.” Bryan encouraged as you sucked on Rafael’s cock. Bryan laced one hand into your hair as his other fisted and pumped his cock.

“You’re such a good cocksucker.” Bryan praised and you squealed in response, though the sound was muffled because your mouth was full. Rafael’s cock felt heavy in your mouth and the taste of his pre-cum flooded your mouth. You took a breath before taking more of his length into your mouth, triggering your gag reflex. The sounds of your mouth slobbering all over his cock drove both men wild.

You didn’t ease up. You pushed his cock gently to the side, so you could access his balls. As you sucked gently on his balls, Bryan took Rafael’s length in his mouth. Both of you worked Rafael. You gasped, releasing his balls as Rafael began to finger fuck you as well. A strand of saliva connected you to him.

“I am going to cum,” Rafael warned. Bryan pulled off his length and pointed Rafael’s cock to your mouth where you took him in deeply again. “Mmmm,” you hummed, sending vibrations up and through Rafael’s body. Rafael’s grip on your thighs tightened and without warning he began to fuck your mouth, thrusting erratically. Suddenly your mouth was flooded with the taste of his hot, salty cum as he released into your mouth. Rafael shuddered as the last drops of his cum released into your mouth.

“That’s it, take it like a good girl.” Bryan rumbled, deep and low, his mouth by your ear. You swallowed all of Rafael’s release greedily, but some still managed to drip out of your mouth as you released him from your mouth.

Bryan kissed you, tasting Rafael’s release and he let out another groan. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

You whimpered, watching him pump his massive cock. “Please.”

Rafael reached into the drawer and tossed a condom to Bryan. Bryan tore the condom and rolled it on, before joining his twin on the bed. Both men kissed once more, and you could see Rafael’s cock come back to life. You crawl over between them and both men break the kiss before each of them take turns to kiss you. Finally, you settle over Bryan and sink onto his cock, as Rafael pressed kisses along your back. Rafael took your arms and pulled them behind your back as Bryan thrusted up into you.

“How’s that cock feel?” Rafael questioned, his voice dripping with lust.

“So good, so fucking good! Oh God!” You pant. “Don’t stop.”

“Lets see how pretty you look coming over that cock.” Rafael encouraged as he reached in between to rub your clit.

“Fuck yes, Jesus!” You cried out. Bryan grunted as he gripped your hips hard as he fucked you with everything he had. You let out a squeal as he hit a sensitive spot in you.

“Lean her forward, Bry.” You hear Rafael command and Bryan brings you the way down, so your forehead to forehead. His tongue is in your mouth, his hands on your tits. You feel lube drizzle all over your ass and you realize what Rafael was going to do. You heard the sound of foil tearing and your heart began to race. You had never done this before but you were excited to try it.

Rafael pressed the swollen head of his cock against your asshole and slowly pushed inside. The burn made you clench around Bryan more. Once Rafael was all the way inside, both men started to thrust slowly, alternating to each other, quickly finding rhythm. You let out a wrecked moan. You never felt so completely full in your life. It was all too much – you were completely foregone into the pleasure. Bryan’s cock was deep in your cunt; Rafael was deep in your ass. A sharp spank landed on your ass from Rafael, causing you to squeal.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my –” you babbled incoherently.

“Are you going to come like a good little slut on our cocks?” Rafael grunted as he continued to fuck you in long, rough strokes.

“Yes, oh God, yes!” you cried out. You pussy throbbed with need and you were so close to the precipice again. You don’t care – the only thing that mattered was how perfect this moment was – you didn’t want it to be over just yet. Bryan stroked your clit with his thumb, slowly, teasingly, working you to your orgasm. Just a few additional circles on your clit by Bryan and you were done. You wailed both their names over and over again as you came again, your pussy gripping Bryan’s cock and your ass clenching Rafael’s cock. It had never been this intense, and you completely dissolved into pleasure as your orgasm rippled through your body. It was almost blinding; sounds were fuzzy, almost like white noise. Rafael slumps over you, the weight of his body on yours, causing you to be sandwiched. His body moved easily with Bryan’s increasingly rough thrusts. “Oh fuck, oh fuck Y/N!” You could barely hear both men shout your name as they each came.

Rafael withdrew from your ass before he flopped onto the bed. He removed the condom and tossed it in a nearby trash can while you remove yourself from Bryan. Bryan does the same as Rafael. The three of you remain in bed, hands wandering, caressing and stroking. The three of you manage to get some rest before deciding to order room service. After dinner, the three of you fuck some more, making the most of Rafael’s limited time.

It’s late and you realized you need to get home. You re-dress, your clothes half-dry and half-wet. You all exchange phone numbers and make plans to reunite the next time Rafael is in town.

Bryan and Rafael each offer to call a town car and you shake your head. Both men stand in front of the elevator and you give a small wave as the bank closes. As you make your way down, you find yourself grateful for a little rain and cancelled plans.

FIN.

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kyndaris · 4 years ago

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A Vikingr Saga for the Ages

Ever since the first game in the franchise, I was enraptured by the idea of stalking my prey on the rooftops of Renaissance Italy and then leaping down - slaying them with a flourish. I didn’t know it yet but the marriage between history and stealthy parkour had me hooked from the very first trailer for Assassin’s Creed. When the series pivoted towards mythology and set further in history than ever before, I eagerly followed. From Ptolemaic Egypt to Ancient Greece. It should come as no surprise that I devoured, then, that I devoured as much of the world that I could in the latest entry: Assassin’s Creed: Valhalla. And after clocking in just under 150 hours, there is much for me to unpack in Ubisoft’s latest entry into the Assassin’s Creed franchise. That, and a fierce desire to finally start watching Vikings.

When I initially booted up Assassin’s Creed: Valhalla (AC:V), I will admit that I was a little disappointed with the control scheme. Once again, Ubisoft had made it a confusing mess with trigger buttons instead of face buttons used to attack. Since I had just come from Spider-Man: Miles Morales, it took a good long while for me to adjust. Several hours later, after fumbling through my first battle with a lost drengr (I actually dumbed down the difficulty a litte), I finally managed to find my footing and was on my way to England to scrape out a place for the Raven Clan.

As for stealth...well, the less said about it the better. I never found it effective. It was much easier to smash my way through, axe in hand (or greatsword) and lay waste to their paltry resistance with a mixture of heavy attacks and parrying. I also, hardly used the bow (one of my favourite weapons to being stealthy in Origins and Odyssey).

The story in AC: V is a little messy. Most of it is done through a separate arcs for each territory Eivor ventures through: from East Anglia to Snotinghamscire, with little to link it all together except the main character. Were it not for the very loose story threat surrounding Sigurd and the conquering of Mercia to establish a firm foothold in this new land of England, many of the storylines could be regarded as standalone adventures in Eivor’s epic saga of conquest.

That doesn’t, of course, mean it’s bad. Merely disjointed. Particularly when I went from Jorvik and its Yule Tide celebrations to Glowecestrescire that was right in the midst of Samhain right after each other. Did I go back in time? Or did almost an entire year fly past Eivor with none the wiser?

Still, even though they were mostly standalone storylines, I still very much liked all the characters I met along the way. My favourites were the earnest Hunwald, noble Ceolbert (his death was almost as bad as all the horse deaths I’ve encountered in video games) and fun-loving Twydwr (particularly when he and Eivor were drunk, and messing with the local chickens) On the Norse side, I very much enjoyed the banter between Eivor and her childhood friend Vili. But the one that I admisted most was Soma. She was the jarlskona of Grantebridgescire - the first place I explored after landing in England. And one, I hoped I could romance to some degree. Alas, my hopes were dashed on that end.

What I did find a little intriguing were how Sigurd and Eivor were sages for the Isus: Odin and Tyr. And in their little Raven Clan, revealed much later, was also Freyr. It seemed strange that so many of the reincarnated Isu were all incredibly close at hand.

In this title, Ubisoft was able to focus again a little more on their complex lore that was seeded throughout the first few games. And while some questions were answered, it still left plenty of mysteries of where the games go from here - particularly from a modern-day standpoint. Though I am reluctant to see the franchise go, it does feel like Ubisoft is finally coming to a close on the grand story that they are trying to tell. What the end result turns out to be is still to be determined, but more emphasis needs to be focused on the central conflict.

For a game that still has Assassin’s Creed in the title, Eivor’s connection with the order and their enemies seemed very tangential. While I killed many Order of the Ancient members, there was no sense of personal investiture, like, say with Ezio’s quest. The only ones that I felt motivated to put an end to were Fulke and Kjotve the Cruel. Unfortunately, all the build-up in the first scenes with Eivor were quickly resolves within the first two to three hours of the game, and Fulke’s arc was all but over in the half-way point.

I suppose the main reason for my discontent with the narrative of AC: V is the fact that there is no Big Bad for Eivor and her Raven Clan. Yes, Aelfred of Wessex is a ‘villain’ that hinders our protagonist, but he never felt like an oppressive threat.

Basim’s reveal, somewhat late in the game, was also a little underwhelming. Yes, he did look an awful lot like Loki, but how did he manage to get to Norway? He hadn’t accompanied Sigurd and Eivor. Did he travel with a third party? How did he know that Sigurd and Eivor would be in the ruins of an Isu temple? So many questions, so little time.

Then there was the whole ‘Heir of Memories’ and the fact that Layla seemed so worn. After finishing Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey, my last impression of her was receiving the Staff of Hermes Trismegistus from Kassandra and being hopeful for the future. Fast forward to AC: V and Layla is tired. The world is on the edge of destruction once again and she’s now paired up with married couple: Rebecca Crane and Shaun Hastings (the two last appearing undercover in Assassin’s Creed IV: Black Flag).

On a side note, why are their adventures all done in the comics or some other media? AND WHY DO I NOT HAVE ACCESS TO ANY OF THIS?

And because I didn’t play the expansions for Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey, I knew too little regarding the modern-day struggles with Layla. In fact, I basically resorted to the Assassin’s Creed wiki to bring me up to date. Honestly, DLC should never be story-related. Or, if it is, should be more tangential rather than major. It’s a terrible practice that quite a few publishers do, and which leaves players such as myself playing catch-up.

The only one that landed with any oomph (at least for me) were the Asgard and Jotunheim arcs. These were connected and told the story of Havi as he struggled to find a way to avert his fate. The final battle also proved challenging and climactic. A far cry from the ‘endings’ that the main story provided. In all honesty, I probably should have left that to last while completing everything else first. But the temptation was too great and I was vastly overlevelled.

I also enjoyed the play on the Norse myths. The only downside with the Builder was that there was no horse to help him. And so, there was no sexy mare Loki to tempt away the Builder’s horse - giving birth to Sleipnir. The other stuff, though, was clever. And I liked the references made to other myths, such as fighting against ‘old age’ and Thrym’s disastrous marriage to ‘Thor dressed as Freyr.’

What was also a little odd, at least for me, was that there was no definitive part where the credits rolled. Much like in Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey and Assassin’s Creedy: Origins. Personally, I hate it. Credits give closure and tell gamers that the narrative that they were pursuing has come to an end. It lets me reflect on everything that I experienced and is an indication that I can finally set the controller down.

Assassin’s Creed: Valhalla also came with its fair share of bugs and glitches. Many, after reading up on them, made me frightened to continue. One, in particular, took me a while to figure out an alternative to: entering Lunden. I didn’t help that the more I read, the more I worried about encountering a game-breaking bug. Thankfully, most were simply treasure hoards not loading, late texture pop-ins that were a little frightening, and the drunk Eivor every time I loaded up the game.

Despite its many faults, I still very much enjoyed my time roaming around England, Vinland and Norway as I worked to build up Eivor’s reputation and to ensure her name would be sung for ages to come. Like a true Vikingr, I played copious amounts of orlog, drank mead and tore up the battlefield to create a home for my people.

Even better, at Gunnar’s wedding, I managed to finally woo Randvi (who I abstained from bedding down with earlier on in the game)! That, perhaps, elevated the game for me and I can be happy knowing that all my hard work paid off.

(As an additional aside, I also love how many of the side quests or ‘mysteries’ in AC: Valhalla made references to popular culture. From Winnie the Pooh to Alice in Wonderland. AND ROBIN HOOD! THE NPC CALLED LITTLE JOHN HAD ME GUFFAWING!)

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