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imsailorpluto · 1 year

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Island finale + ... this one isn't for the weak

Pardon my french in advance. Of course there are spoilers in here. The blog is called "I love spoilers".

One last memory of Won Miho, a smart, intelligent woman, who went to Jeju island by her father's orders to teach ethics. I loved that awesome hair and fashion sense and self-confidence, determination, strength and cool temper. And drifting demon race in pt1. It's good they brought her back in those last few minutes, at least.

Shall we do this for the old times sake? Here goes.

Island Finale, what the hell did I watch?!

Ok, let's be graceful. The series got me exhausted. Being emotionally involved isn't the best option with this one... If you haven't watched it already and love the genre, expect mess, confusion and cognitive dissonance. Or not, it's fine.

My heart goes to two greatly significant characters. I can't stop thinking about them and I'm so grateful neither of them died by the other's hand . Putting aside both actors' charm, these two characters grew on me. One of them being a deeply misunderstood vengeful killer machine. And the other, adorable goofy exorcist.

Since this two parts story finally ended, it made me think about half-demon brothers and why is it that one of them is utterly evil and beyond redemption in the eyes of our little Island community while the other one is practically absolved of all of his "sins".

Both brothers are trained killers (to be correct, abused since early childhood by Jijangjong Temple’s clan) and that's exactly what they've been doing their entire lives - committing murders. The only difference is:

One of them was lucky enough to turn into what he was supposed to become, according to plan - emotionless killer. Knife accepted him easily.

The other brother's transformation didn't go according to the plan. His feelings somehow never disappeared, pain and suffering destroyed him - he cracked under the pressure just as anyone would

First one believed that Wonjeong can give them their human lives back, his bloodthirst was ulterior motive (and I'll get to that a bit later)

The other was hypersensitive one and could see through the clan's lies. Even as broken as he was. His humanity made him trust Yeomji later on, making them both susceptable to Baek's clan manipulation

Were those two brothers really that different to begin with? Pan brought wounded Wonjeong back to the temple. After hurting her. Because he believed she could save them. By doing so he turned his back on his brother. Gungtan followed him knowing he'd get punished for it, his loyalty unmatched. While Wonjeong was living her life being trained to fulfill her destiny yet having a sense of freedom, boys were chained and starved. She would bring them food, but she never gained Gungtan's trust again - and his hunch was right. She was the end of both brothers.

If there's God in this story, then the moment Pan stabbed Wonjeong and a piece of divine crystal entered him was that God's doing. Pan gained a piece of humanity, by ending a life of a living person, accidentally or not. It never suffocated his urge to kill, but it made him more aware of all the lives taken by the lust demon and then by his own half-demon hands. That didn't make him less of a killer, but it did clear his mind of fog (which made him realise both he and Gungtan have to die in order to set themselves free), he gained control over himself and his impulse to kill - even though his yearning for Miho still made him want to kill her, let's not forget that. He is a lust demon, afterall, which does sound awfully like a vampire, but I'll let it slide.

Vampires, however, often end up killing their loved ones, unless they learn how to control their bloodthirst. I can't help but consider both of them vampires, in a way.

Boy got therapy and it (partially) worked. And everybody fell for him as if he's an angel sent from heavens and his past has been erased. That's not how it works, but fine. Fine. I'm fine with people being there for him. But something is not adding up here, there's still no sympathy for Gungtan. Why?

Ah, Gungtan, the villain. Once a boy who loved his brother so much that he gave up his own freedom/life for him. Took the beatings for bringing Wonjeong back. And turned his back on the whole human race for good. His love was the purest love they showed us, but it's not in the focus, so it's easy to run it over like it never existed. He ended up chained in the dark for years. No therapy. No nothing. Left to rot. Oh but he can't die, because he's not human. Torture lasted and lasted. Then he was set free only to be used again. Was mercy ever given to him in any way? Was he ever given any chance to become something different from what he became? Is there anything this demon-slayer knows of, other than abuse, punishment, betrayal and smell of blood? He is as self-destructive as it gets, there's no turning back from his path of soul torture. Character development inconsistencies are out there on the surface, so let's not go into that any further.

He's a hyperviligant killing tool but he can't stay indifferent towards a little girl covering his feet with her jacket. That was it for me. I couldn't care less about any other character at that point. I fell for the deeply wounded devil that he is. Completely. Why? Because I'm Bob the builder, duh. Because in the real world, where real and often horrible things happen, anyone can become a target of abuse and turn into someone like Gungtan. Often completely unaware of it. Leave out the killing and you have a very realistic character. Psychologically, it's a hell of a ride to get back up on tracks afterwards. And people think it takes a lot to become a villain, they don't have the potential, something like that can never happen to them, so why not wish death upon a fictional character who suffered more than enough for a thousand lifetimes.

I'm not buying any of the moralist-on-duty shit. Leave. Him. Alone.

I wish he could have run away that instant, somewhere, anywhere, before the Baek clan put their magic manipulation skills to work. I wish he was safe and in peace. I can't put any blame on him for what he became. And what he did. Especially since it is strongly suggested he was used like a puppet after they woke him up. His anger was used for a "greater" evil purpose. I can't help but wanting to reach out and get him the hell out of there.

Despite general opinion of the Island community and Mr. Gungtan himself, he isn't that different from his brother Pan at all. He cracked under the pressure, yet he didn't need a magical crystal fragment to sober up and help another abused child, which he wouldn't do if he had no feelings left in him. Pan believed in Wonjeong, Gungtan believed in Yeomji, but neither of those girls could help the brothers. And no matter how much they wanted to live, death was the only escape from the constant hellfire brought upon them. Gungtan needed to escape his untameable urge for revenge which led him to madness, Pan needed to escape the burden of his heavy dirty bloodthirsty soul.

May I add, Miho never sold out Pan, like Yeomji, who switched sides like a spineless creature. Yes, she's a kid and could never measure up to Miho. Her influence, if there ever was any, ended once Baek clan took over Gungtan. The same clan known for their magical manipulation skills. Gungtan's misery just doesn't stop. Once again he's nothing but a killing tool.

The brothers escaped their personal hell by ending their own lives - which is why I'm not mad about the ending. Their suffering stopped, at last. Finally. Their inner demons were swallowed by the underworld. Gungtan's little smile at the end, that sigh of relief as lust demon left his body and he was finally free, that moment was e v e r y t h i n g

But you know what else was everything? Seeing my favourite Island manhwa character coming to life on screen. Finally! Well done, cgi team, well done!

In previous life or death battle, my boy Gio almost died. Ahh, how many times I yelled at the screen for him to just stay out of other people's business but thankfully he survived it all. He is my favourite goofy guy who makes people write witty texts about him. The only priest, real or fictional, I've ever liked and will ever like. Look at this fluffball. Must. Protect. Him. (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

Thankfully, Johan survived all the battles, which weren't even his own to begin with and which lead me to believe he'd meet a tragic end sooner or later. Ah but that's the part of his charm - sticking his nose in other people's business so we never know if he'll live or not. There would be some ugly crying if something tragic actually happened to him. And just like in pt1, he was left on hold while bleeding to death. This time it was even more horrible than before.

Pan, seriously? Like "brb, let me just-". I swear, at some point this thing turned into such a grotesque show. Plot has twisted so hard it was unbearable to watch at times. But, Johan picked himself up from the brink of death, thanks to his badass powers. Amen!

Despite the fact that finale brought so much sadness to entire audience, either for the main villain's death or PanxMiho not happening in a million years (which I'll forever be grateful for), that final fight was amazing. Writers finally gave us a large portion of enjoyable action. Plus, Gungtan wasn't the end of Johan and vice versa. Honestly, that's more than generous from their part, since Gungtan's downfall was imminent and it all went downhill long time ago, anyways.

Hope they don't bring us pt3. Sorry. I'm done with the massacre of manhwa plotlines and characters. Starred actors were amazing. Talent and looks, you know, everything. Especially absolutely stunning Lee Da-hee. Craaaazy talented and amazing Sung Joon♡ But. Please. No. More. Island.

Well, with too pure for this world cutie, I conclude my thoughts. It's been fun.

Sailor Pluto wishes you a great day and more enjoyable kdrama,

Till next time, xx

P.S. If you've made it this far, wow, congratulations. It must not have been easy navigating that pile of chaos. Also, there are so many things I edited out of the "original" text, trying to keep my cool. Also, if for any reason you (dis)liked my interpretation of fictional characters of Island, my ask box is always open. (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠)

P.P.S. Dear gifmakers, if you want me to remove any of your GIFs from my posts, please feel free to contact me, it will be done immediately. Thank you for all your work for our little community (⁠✿⁠ ⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠)

#tving island #kdrama #gungtan #won miho #priest johan #kang chan hyuk #van #demon slayer #imsailorpluto #island kdrama

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curiousemwanders · 1 year

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FIC REC: Twist Of Fate

Twist of Fate by Oakstone730

Okay I have a lot to say about this fic and I’m going to try and say it in a way that makes sense. (AKA this is a long post!)

I often pick long fics to read at work between appointments with clients, and I read this over the last three days at work and after work because I literally couldn’t put it down. I finished last night and spent a good amount of the night still thinking about it. I’m going to start with the only negative thing I have to say about this fic, which isn’t really even a negative, but it’s that maybe it should be rated Mature, not Teen. There are a few scenes that were just a tad too steamy for me to be reading between appointments with clients. In any other context, I would not call that a downside.

We choose fics to read for all sorts of reasons; we want to see our favorite characters in different scenarios, we wish they hadn’t died, we feel the author has wronged them, or misunderstood them, we want plot holes to be fixed, we don’t like the jobs chosen for them in that god awful epilogue. In more recent years, I think that many of us who read Harry Potter fan fiction have strayed further from the original source material for some of these reasons. It’s so much easier to read a fic that re-writes their adult lives, that established the characters and their identities in ways that place them in direct opposition to the hateful politics and ideas that J.K. Rowling has begun to espouse. And I think this is right, I think it’s good that fic authors are doing this. However it often leads me to avoid, or ignore works that play more directly in the world that Rowling created. I don’t mean the wizarding world, I mean the canon. It often feels that the works that play in the canon, that build upon them, are however subtly accepting Rowling's ideas, her hatred. I know this to be faulty logic, projection of my fears onto the fic. But I would be lying if I didn’t say it’s stopped me from reading some, many, works. Including the great many works created before we knew just how despicable Rowling really is.

I preface with that information to say that I don’t often read stories that build in the canon rather than rewrite it or use it as a backdrop that the characters are recovering, evolving from. This fic of course does play in the cannon, it expands it, and at points does use it as a backdrop for character recovery. What I find so interesting about the way Oakstone730 writes this story, is the way they’ve interwoven their plot, their ideas, their character growth, with the canon, with what we already know of the story. And I do mean that they wove the story through the already existing canon.

I suppose this is the point that a succinct summary of the fic would be useful (I’ll try to keep it as spoiler free as possible, but read at your own risk). In Twist of Fate Oakstone730 begins with a prologue set during the trials after the war Harry learns that he not only lost significant memories, but that he also isn’t a virgin, or as straight, as he currently thinks himself to be. What’s more, that he likely had been having sex with his boyhood nemesis Draco Malfoy, who is currently on trial for war crimes. The story then begins in earnest with the Quidditch world cup where Harry and Cedric talk a bit about sexuality (important to note that Cedric is also gay in this fic). At Hogwarts, after hearing that Harry can resist the Imperius curse, Draco seeks him out, offering to help him in potions if he can help Draco learn how to also throw an Imperius. Harry gets Cedric involved in order to help them, and to protect himself. And slowly, over the course of several chapters, we see them begin to build a friendship, and eventually fall in love. We don’t get any hint of why Draco would erase Harry’s memories of him, at least not until Harry begins Occlumency training with Snape. It then becomes clear, for those of us who remember the books, that Voldemort could use Harry’s memories of Draco against him. This fact isn’t made fully clear to either of them until the summer before 6th year when things become untenable for Draco.

What I love so much about the writing and storytelling in Twist of Fate is that it takes canon and says ‘yeah, that’s what Harry remembered, let me show you what really happened.’ There were so many parts where I would sit wondering ‘is this where we’re going to break from canon?’ AND ‘how are you going to explain this part of the story?’ Each time the answer was, no, Oakstone730 never broke from canon, and each time I was amazed by how they were able to weave what happened in their story through the canon in ways that not only made sense plot-wise, but made thematic sense to the original canon and to this new version. One of the best examples of this in my reading was how the second task was handled during the Triwizard Tournament. Go back and read it, it’s masterful.

Along with this reading, we get a much more complex story of our characters, we see Cedric as someone who wasn’t happy-go-lucky perfect, but as someone with texture, with a boyfriend he didn’t get to see often, dreams of being a mindhealer, skills he certainly used with Harry and Draco. We see Draco not only as an ex-Deatheater in a story of redemption (as in many excellent Drarry fics), but as someone who is actively unlearning the cultish and unequal upbringing he was raised in. I find that struggle is often hard to write, and subsequently to find. Further we see him engage in the actions many of us wish he could have taken in the canon, acting as a spy, helping the Order from the inside. And most notably, he does this without even the thought that we would survive. Draco too is a woven character, playing the nemesis when needed, but showing to us, the readers, his true colors.

Harry’s character in this is another amazing example of both adding delicious complexity and the masterful weaving I discussed above. When we read the canon, we often see Harry as this boy who has experienced so much complex trauma, who can be so observant, but also so obtuse and unable to express himself. This fic takes that and shows us another way to interpret it. Instead of a boy who wasn’t able to express himself, we see him with Cedric and Draco actually processing his trauma, building resilience, and most importantly, being happy. And we see that when those memories are erased from him, his skills for managing stress, for understanding himself and others becomes blunted again. We see him unable to control his magic, unable to let his friends in, to tell others about himself, to the extent that he runs away and goes into hiding.

All together this fic was amazing to read, and I truly appreciate the ways it built upon the characters and the story. I love it not only for the simple joy of reading it (oh god I didn’t even mention the delicious angst!), but because I can see the depth of skill it took to write this story, and I can't help but be mesmerized by it.

#Long post #fic rec #drarry

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muzzleroars · 2 years

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Could you tell me about your post-canon AU for Cyrus? Also, you have the deepest understanding of Cyrus I have ever seen, and as someone mildly obsessed with him, I greatly appreciate it. You seem like an insightful and empathetic person and that reflects in your writing. Best of luck fighting your depression.

omggg this is seriously one of the kindest asks i've ever gotten ;o; i often find myself enjoying misunderstood characters and so trying to empathize with them and figure them out is important to me - it makes me really happy then to hear that you like my interpretation of cyrus!! i typed out a pretty lengthy summary of this au too bc i just love talking about him that much, so under a read more it goes!!

in my post-canon au, cyrus initially makes his decision to stay well and truly alone in the distortion world – by being there, he can either salvage what he can of his plan and possibly try again or, more realistically, he can just find the solitude he never could in the world proper. i imagine he leaves his pokemon to the protagonist (who passes them along to his commanders to care for) and, with the distortion world now void of even giratina, cyrus lives in isolation from any other living being. to him, the “time” he spends there is strange – moments are both instantaneous and everlasting and his perception of it, without any distraction, is offputting but fascinating in its own way. however, his thoughts are largely consumed with retooling his designs until he knows it won’t work. it can’t.

i very much like the idea that pokespe introduces, that cyrus observes the protagonists and learns from them, but in my au it’s a much slower process as his mental schema collapses and he has to wonder if his ideas have any merit. cyrus is so very much against cruelty and against harm, but he’s caused massive amounts of it...and without his ideal world, or what he thought was ideal, coming to pass, what does that mean for everything he did? how can he defend all he contributed to the violence of the world when he has no chance now of erasing what he’s done? he’s hurt people and pokemon alike, but the ends always could justify the means in his head as all that suffering was temporary and necessary. but now? it’s moot, it was pointless evil inflicted on the world by his own hands, and that thought process eventually leads to him coming to the conclusion that him being taken to the distortion world is much like what happened to giratina in its violence so long ago. after all, giratina too wanted to protect the world but it did so much harm in that goal it had to banished from all other life, just as cyrus is now. the thought is grandiose, sure, but he did bend those very gods to his will so...maybe it’s not so out of the question.

however, as he develops that train of thought and begins to believe in it, believing he too was banished for his violence, he...gets spat right back out where he came from. he’s ejected from the distortion world back to spear pillar, but with no pokemon with him and not at all prepared to weather the mountain, he’s almost certain he won’t be able to survive the trip back down. additionally, normal time and space now feel like bizarre weights on him, like he’s no longer acclimated to feeling the passage of time nor the mass of space that exists around him. so he just rests in the ruins, vaguely contemplating on why or how he was returned to the real world while he’s battered by the wind and snow in a way that cuts too deeply into a body no longer accustomed to the elements. but!! that’s where this part of the au comes in – he’s given warmth by a lost solrock, one that looks chipped and somewhat eroded, as though it too once landed here and could never find its way back. he accepts its company as the only way he might make it and figures it must be following him because it recognizes that he’s out of place too. and so solrock keeps him warm while he begins to give it some much needed maintenance, cleaning it up and making potions for it from the old recipes he’s read about in his research.

i imagine he lives this way for quite some time, never bothered by living on the summit and avoiding most other forms of life that might find their way up there. he and solrock often watch the stars at night, the views exceptionally clear like he’s never been able to see, and that’s where the little cleffa comes in. he sees it fall as a shooting star into the mountain and when he goes to investigate (he...he wants a meteor…), he finds the cleffa badly injured from its landing. he takes it in to let solrock warm it and fixes it up, which makes the cleffa attach itself to him immediately lol so they’re just three misfits camped out on the top of a mountain for months and it gives cyrus a new way to reflect on how he observed the beneficial bonds of the protagonists. still, it mostly just keeps looping back to the idea that he’s incomplete, he’s weak and so are the two pokemon that have made their makeshift home with him. i mean really...living out of a nearly snowbound cave is pretty far from an ideal life.

SO now that he’s sort of half-decided perhaps this is the best he can do, just live entirely apart from others like cynthia once told him he should, his commanders finally end up finding him after their long search. the reunion is full of mixed emotions; jupiter feels abandoned after dedicating so much to a cause and leader she believed in; mars is about ready to drag him physically down from there and demand he start over; and saturn is still struggling with feeling betrayed by never knowing the plan in the first place. but outside of that, or maybe because of how strong their feelings are, it’s abundantly clear that they care deeply and that they never stopped, that his presence in their lives was terribly missed. they trade reasonings back and forth, but cyrus initially refuses to leave the mountain with them (i think he sort of opens up to mars alone a little towards the end of their negotiating – it’s not much, but it gives her a little more of an idea of what might be going through his head). the commanders reluctantly find that they eventually have to leave, once again hurt by cyrus’s seeming dismissal of their feelings but after they’re gone, he reflects again on bonds and completion...as well as the thought that he’s never going to find his answers on that mountaintop. that’s done. he’s lived through everything he’s needed to on mt coronet and he has to move on if he ever wishes to progress again instead of stagnating in the past. and cyrus is always looking to the future.

he catches up with his commanders then before they entirely leave the mountain, admitting to them that they’re the ones in the right now and despite their pain, they’re all overjoyed that they managed to change his ridiculously stubborn mind (THAT’S growth!!!) he tells solrock and cleffa too that they can stay in the mountain, but of course they both follow him right out to actually become partner pokemon (he gets his old team back too and cleffa is the adopted child of all of them lol)

and ok i’ve talked for a long, LONG time so i won’t keep rambling in detail about the rest, but i’ll try to summarize things!! his commanders become his first true friends in some years, which is something he tries to reject on instinct and he continues to deny he really feels much at all for them even if their power dynamics have certainly shifted into something far more casual. however, i think he has a turning point when he’s brought together again with a rotom, specifically the one that was experimented on by charon (and so, by team galactic) – that finally pries open every door he’s kept shut so tight in his mind, every feeling he’s been numb to or unable to understand. he lost his rotom (I do think it died...even though……..it’s a ghost…….whatever!!!) and that grief was something he could never relate to, it was too painful and too confusing and just too overwhelming to even begin to approach when it first happened. but now with his commanders by his side, i think it allows him to actually start to understand and connect to his own emotions because they can help talk him through it. it’s disturbing for him, to begin comprehending the well of emotion and empathy he actually has in himself, but he has this rotom now, this one that was hurt too...and he has friends around him.

this is really when his healing begins in earnest – it’s a messy process, it’s not straightforward and it’s frustratingly difficult at times, but he slowly finds that he can and does feel. he’s sensitive in some ways and hard in others, and his emotions must be picked at one by one with an analytical mind because it’s what he knows. he begins to dissect them through the lens of scientific inquiry, at first detached but able to increasingly immerse himself into them. i really like to think of him and rotom healing together, both of them at times volatile and lashing out, at times isolating themselves and drawing inward, but he always offers it a home with him and it begins to deeply trust him in turn, just as he does with his commanders. don’t get me wrong – he continues to struggle connecting regularly with his emotional state, it takes some reflection and thought, and his depression ebbs and flows, but i definitely believe he finds his happiness again. and i think that little rotom is the first one to make him actually smile again.

and as a ps on this, he and cynthia reconnect. i know canonically they don’t have a prior relationship, BUT it just adds too much Texture for me to deny it. obviously i really enjoy them as a romantic ship, but i love the idea of a platonic friendship between them too once he’s had a chance to work on himself. just however they can be big brained nerds with each other, where one will always listen to the other go on and on about their academic interests and they have the longest conversations until the sun is coming up. and like everything else, it takes time for them to get there because i imagine they have...a history to work out, but i love the idea of them both slowly relearning what makes the other person tick and why they cared about them in the first place. they’ve obviously both changed, but there’s something foundational that acts as an anchor to help them navigate their reunion. and i’m just a sucker for that!!

#PHEW did i go on forever huh!!!#but i'm so happy to talk to other cyrus enjoyers!!!#and thank you for the lovely words ;~;#i'm doing my best to work on my depression #it's a tough fight sometimes but i won't give up!#i hope you have a good day/night anon!!#cake answers #cyrus

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awoifasegun · 2 months

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"Èṣù/Ellequa!: The Misunderstood Deity in Yọrùbá Religion"

Èṣù is one of the most misunderstood deities in the Yọrùbá pantheon. Often portrayed as the devil or Satan in Western media and popular culture, Èṣù is actually a complex and multifaceted deity with a rich history and important role in Yọrùbá culture and religion.

In Yọrùbá religion and mythology, Èṣù is the deity of crossroads, communication, and trickery. He is often depicted as a mischievous figure, playing pranks on humans and other deities alike. However, his role is much more nuanced than simply causing chaos and confusion.

Èṣù is seen as a mediator between the spiritual and physical worlds. He is responsible for conveying prayers and offerings to the other deities and is the messenger between the gods and humans. As the deity of communication, he is also associated with language and speech, and is often invoked during important ceremonies and rituals.

Despite his important role in Yọrùbá culture, Èṣù has been demonized and vilified in Western media. This is largely due to the influence of Christian missionaries, who saw Èṣù as a threat to their own religious beliefs and sought to discredit him by associating him with Satan.

However, this portrayal is not only inaccurate, but also harmful. By equating Èṣù with Satan, Western media perpetuates harmful stereotypes and reinforces negative attitudes towards African religions and cultures.

The portrayal of Èṣù as a demonic figure also erases the complex and multifaceted nature of Yọrùbá religion. Yọrùbá belief systems are not dualistic like Christianity, where there is a clear division between good and evil. Instead, Yọrùbá deities like Èṣù embody a range of qualities, both positive and negative, and are often seen as complex figures who can be both helpful and mischievous. By reducing Èṣù to a caricature of evil, Western media misses the nuances of Yọrùbá religion and perpetuates harmful stereotypes that can lead to discrimination and prejudice again

#afrodiaspores #spirit work #witches #ifa in usa #reading #isese #traditional #astrology #traditional witchcraft #ifa

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frumverrfriggjar · 2 years

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Thoughts on Odin and the ‘ugly’ bits in the myths

Before I really started diving into the lore, I suppose my idea of Odin was very much coloured by Tolkien’s Gandalf and my notion of the Christian patriarch. A wise old man, understanding of everyone, and without judgement. Morally flawless. This is what I felt a god should be. The archetype of the just and noble king who always does what is right for his subjects and is never corrupted by his wealth and power is one that appealed to me when I was young, but as I grew older, I came to think this is a character that is actually awfully dull. I want to see characters struggle with life. I want to see them make mistakes and do bad things. I want to learn something from their struggle. I was intrigued to discover, then, that Odin is a much less noble, much darker figure than I had imagined him to be. When I read the myths, he often comes across as greedy and petty. He is very proud and demanding of respect, and eager to prove and show off his knowledge. There are parallels between Christ on the cross and Odin’s hanging, but I think the most telling difference between them is that Odin’s sacrifice (of himself to himself!) is purely selfish.

So, it seems, then, that Odin is a god to be feared and appeased, a terrible and chaotic force of nature, but one that could prove a powerful ally (like all forces of nature tamed to be used by humankind). If you manage to gain his favour, that is, because his love is not unconditional. He needs to get something out of it. More people to add to his army. More knowledge. More power. A fuck :)

Recently I read a very enlightening post on the “fandomification” of mythology on Tumblr by classicslebianopinions that I misunderstood at first. I assumed the OP was talking about adaptation. I sat down to read their reply to the question why fandomification was a bad thing, and I realized I have been approaching the Norse myths from a similar angle. When I look at all the art I have made of the Allfather, and especially of his relationship with Loki, I can see I have been trying to “fix” them. I have made them so loving and tender :’) I guess it speaks for me that I want everyone to have a wholesome relationship (or maybe all it says is that I am a massive sap :P), but I have made them better people than they actually are. I do not like the fact that they call each other perverts for not sticking to the ideals of manhood in Lokasenna. I do not like that Odin’s sense of his own masculinity is apparently so fragile he starts spouting misogynist shit after being accused by Loki of dressing like a woman. I do not like the fact that Odin taunts and disrespects his own son Thor in Hárbarðsljóð. But, Saskia, you walnut, you just said it yourself, a story about some super woke people never doing anything wrong and just having a lovely old time is going to be so incredibly dull! I must not erase parts of their personality that do not appeal to me. This is what will make them interesting and these are tools I can use to tell my story, especially since I want queerness to be a big part of it. There is shame in there, and toxic masculinity, and self-loathing. I realized I have been worrying too much about making Odin likable (i.e. morally pure! I fell into the trap!) and about redeeming him. But redemption is not mine to give anyway; that is up to the audience. It is... interesting that I apparently have this need to make my own characters Good People (perhaps because part of me thinks my art must reflect Me?), since I really enjoy rat bastards in fiction created by others. When I think about characters that have really stuck with me, there are a lot of them with really despicable traits :) but I am still able to empathise with them and love them as characters. I must trust that Odin’s humanity will be evident. I suppose one of the reasons why I have fallen in love with the supreme witch boy is the precise fact that he is such an amoral asshole, and that he is complex and contradictory and human.

#norse gods #norse mythology #odin #been a while since i wrote anything #but i have done a whole lot of reading and Thinking #these are just some thoughts i jotted down for myself #and are hopefully interesting to read

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Welp, I am indeed a simp towards a skeleton I haven't met yet...

Not that I'm complaining though~

What do they think if their S/O are placioromantic?

For those who don’t know, because I had to look it up too, placioromantic refers to someone who likes to do romantic things for their partner but doesn’t like to be on the receiving end of those actions (according to google).

Raavi likes it a lot.

They got a pretty big ego, and they love to be appreciated, complimented... Just pay attention to them in a positive way, for the love of God, thank you. Their footing is pretty unsteady in relationships due to their unease towards compromise, and they’re not used to do anything romantic for anyone.

With how often they’ve had tumbles with strangers and friends alike, they’ve just erased any kind of romantic gesture in their actions as to not be misunderstood- the last thing they want is to lead someone into thinking they have feelings for them, which happens too often with how friendly and affectionate they are.

Órdago will be a bit off-put and will take him some time to get used to it.

He hasn’t had a lot of time to invest into thinking about relationships, and he’s unsure where the line that dives romantic from affectionate lies, so SO will have to specify a little so he can understand what they prefer or rather not have him do.

In the beginning, he feels off, as if he were neglecting his duties as a partner, but he’s still being appreciated so it seems to be okay? And if that what his SO prefers... SO will need to give him clues from time to time, but he’ll do his best to respect their wishes.

#kuvvytalks #raavi #órdago #hc #undertale

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Name (Todoroki x Reader)

Pairing: Todoroki x fem!Reader

Anon asked: “suggestion for Todoroki angst : he got in an arranged marriage with S/O because of his dad who offered a large amount of money to her family for this. Indeed it’s not what they are both looking for but Todoroki really acts cold, is sharp, openly criticizes her (a bit OOC ik) ... S/O is hurt but is still trying to be a good wife around the house to make the best of the situation and hide her insecurities. It’s just an idea, if it does not inspire you I hope you will find something better!! xx

Genre: Angst. Just...angst. I’m so sorry in advance plz don’t hate me

Warnings: Grab your tissues, this is a long roller coaster that’s only going downhill OH GOD I’M SO SORRY

Word count: 3,059

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog

a/n: (Submission 1/3 for my post asking for todo angst ideas! Thanks for the ask anon!)

Um. This is...depressing. Really depressing and really intense. I didn’t expect it would turn out this way. But it did. I had 2 other endings, but I instinctively wrote this one. I actually had to stop and cry for a few minutes because it was just really painful I mean, I know I said I was ready to but I didn’t actually mEAn it

I tried a different style for this, but I think it suits the story well. It’s 3rd person limited because I wanted you to experience everyone’s feelings in this (gotta maximize on the angst yknow) and half past tense bc of reasons you’ll find out.

God I’m afraid to post this. Is it bad that I love it, I honestly spent so much time writing this, but it hurts sO mUch?? Y’all are gonna hate me, you’re gonna kill me, oh no, just read the thing already, I’m hiding.

Buy me a coffee?

Shoto didn't know how to react to the news. It's not that he had his eye on anyone in particular, or that he was even interested in marriage for that matter. But because he proposed it, the man who had spent his entire childhood controlling every aspect of his life, he refused to accept any other intrusions from the man he should call "father."

The strange man across from his father spoke those words so casually. "So Endeavor, when are these two tying the knot?"

At first, he thought he had misheard or misunderstood. And then his father responded just as casually, "The date is set for next month."

The normally calm and collected boy almost burst the entire room into flames. He clenched the silverware so hard his knuckles turned white and his teeth ground together, but he couldn't say anything in front of his father's guest and his daughter for fear of shaming himself. The girl across from him offered a sympathetic look, but he turned away, already preparing the earful he's going to give his father.

"I want nothing to do with this!" he whirled on Endeavor as soon as they were home. "You've made my life a living hell controlling every single thing! And now you even want to control my marriage?!"

"I'm doing this for you!" Endeavor bellowed right back. "For the Todoroki name! For your future!"

"This is all for you! I want no part-!"

"If you don't agree, you'll never see your mother or the siblings again."

The calm threat was enough to drench Shoto's wrath into submissive fear. The flaming monster in front of him proved once again that he hasn't an ounce of sympathy for his blood. He's learned that family is the only thing keeping his son under his thumb and he still actively exploits that weakness.

All the boy can do is swallow and walk away, retreating to the outside world to escape his bitter reality even temporarily. Shoto doesn't have outbursts often, but there are times when the straw finally breaks the camel's back, and this is one of them. All he can do is run until he can't run anymore, reaching somewhere secluded enough where he can burst out in flames and ice without hurting anyone, finally getting to a forest where he can do exactly that and scream to his heart's content. It's the only thing he can do that is under his own control.

In the month that followed up to the wedding, Shoto barely spoke a word to anyone, choosing to isolate himself. He only came out when he absolutely had to show his face at functions to the bride's family and look presentable. His mind was always absent, the time flying in a blur of colors and white. Thankfully, his father did the preparations, so all he had to do was go along with everything. Shoto was simply playing a role in a play or movie, he was an actor who deserved an award for being in character for a month.

The night of the wedding, he and his newly-wedded wife were whisked away to their new home, being alone for the first time together. He didn't even know what she looked like nor did he care. As soon as they walked through the door of their already-furnished house, he released a heavy breath, brushed past her, unbuttoned his tuxedo, and - cold as his ice quirk - instructed, "I'm going to bed. Don't come up tonight." It was the first time he had ever spoken directly to her.

His wife, through this entire ordeal, was patient with him. She didn't want this arrangement either, but she figured they could at least talk and come to a mutual agreement. The entire month, she never pushed him to speak to her. She anticipated that he would be rational about this, as she was told by her family, and that they would be able to talk things over when they were finally alone. Just as she was going to speak her mind the way she had rehearsed it many times, he dismissed her. She was hurt, but she understood. He's exhausted after a whole month of stress and preparations, she rationalized, He just wants to rest. I wouldn't want to talk to a stranger after all that either.

Resolving to try again tomorrow morning, she undressed (with great difficulty), crept into the master bedroom for her clothes while Shoto showers, retrieved her pajamas quietly, and retreated back to the living room. The girl searched all the closets for a thick enough blanket and settles down to sleep on a couch, the exhaustion putting her right to sleep.

The next morning, the new Mrs. Todoroki woke up bright and early to make breakfast for her husband as an olive branch. She toiled away in the kitchen, somewhat making a racket even though she wanted to stay quiet so Shoto can sleep. Just as she finished setting the table and had to face the question of how to wake him, the boy padded down from the room.

"Oh, morning!" she smiled brightly at him.

He murmured a greeting back only to be polite, his face devoid of any real emotions other than coldness. He sat as far away from her a possible, thanking her for the meal halfheartedly and digging in without another word.

After waiting a few moments to let him satisfy his hunger, she cleared her throat. "So, um-"

"Your tamagoyaki needs more soy sauce and butter," he stated bluntly.

She blinked at the harsh comment. It was shocking he said anything to her at all, and the first thing he said was an insult.

"And the miso has no flavor," he continued in the same tone.

The girl finally gathered her wits. "I'll do better tomorrow. Thanks for the feedback, I guess?" she laughed nervously, trying to erase the immense tension Shoto bled into the atmosphere. When he didn't respond, she tried again. "I know this isn't something either of us wanted, but that doesn't mean we have to live here like enemies. We could be friends, or even just roommates!"

"I'd rather be strangers," he interjected harshly.

It felt like a stab in the heart. Here she was, trying to make their lives somewhat bearable together through their common misfortune, and all he wanted to do was live like ghosts in the same house.

Shoto placed his chopsticks down firmly, glaring her straight in the eyes with the iciest hatred she's ever seen. "Just to be clear, I want no part of you. You live your life and I live mine. You can have the bedroom to sleep at night if you want, but it's mine when I come home to shower and prepare for bed. We will not sleep, talk, or breathe near each other as long as we are in this house."

She dipped her head in defeat, unable to bear the weight of his stare. "C-Can we at least have our meals together?" she asked feebly.

It's something he respected, coming from family values no matter how broken. It's the only exception he made to their less-than relationship.

Months passed and she kept her end of the bargain through a suffocating routine. At first, the girl was kind, trying to get him to open up to her somehow without overstepping her boundaries. She made excuses for him constantly. He's just tired. The least I can do is leave him alone. I can't comfort him anyway, I'm a stranger. He's still upset about the whole thing, he'll come around. She even begged her boss to let her leave a little early every day to make sure she had ample amount of time to get home, shower, and prepare dinner before Shoto returned. When he did, he wordlessly showered, sat down to dinner, nitpicked at her cooking, finished eating, and went to sleep on the living room couch, all without even sparing her a glance.

But as every day passed, she grew more weary and worn in her efforts to please him. She tried to fix every little complaint Shoto had about her cooking or the cleanliness of the house or the laundry, but nothing seemed to satisfy him. She tried to hold onto the silver lining. At least he never touched me wrong or took advantage of me, she would think bitterly. He has the decency not to take his anger out on me.

Then the dark thoughts closed in as he continued ignoring her. Surely, Shoto's only disgusted with his father, he doesn't harbor hatred for her personally. Then she would remember the hate and disgust in his mismatched eyes the first day of their marriage. She realized no matter how desperately she tried, he wouldn't show her any signs of warmth or appreciation. No more did she try to make conversation with him during meals or greet him when he came home. There were days she thought, Why should I even try? He wouldn't like it either way. What's the point of getting up today? Maybe he'll even criticize how I sleep. But she still rose out of bed every morning and carried out her routine because it could always be worse.

A sliver of hope came in the form of Shoto's birthday. The girl figured if she did something just a little special, he would acknowledge her even the tiniest bit. She spent days beforehand researching and testing out the perfect cold soba recipe because she knew it was his favorite. She lit some candles on the table and bought a small cake for them to share.

When he came home, she was sure he would notice and say something, but he didn't; he went straight up to the bathroom as he usually did without a word. Though she felt the glimmer lessen in her heart, she didn't give up. For the first time in a while, she verbalized her thoughts to him.

"I made your favorite for your birthday!" she chirped as he sat down, setting the plate and a cup of dipping sauce in front of him. She was so eager for him to try it because she was confident she'd gotten it right this time. If she were a dog, her tail would've wagged in anticipation as he slurped the noodles into his mouth. She waited patiently for his feedback, leaning forward in excitement as he swallowed.

"The noodles are slightly overcooked. And the dipping sauce is too strong, you didn't add enough water."

Her hopes came crashing to a halt. She couldn't even muster anything else to say as he hastily finished his dinner and rose to leave.

She stood up, heart hammering in her chest. "What about the cake?" Anything, something!

"I don't want it." He turned his back to her.

"I got it for you!" It was the first time she explicitly stated her intentions, the first time she made herself vulnerable.

"You shouldn't have gotten it at all. It was a waste of time. Why did you even try?" The calm and cold words stung her as he got up and left her in the dining room alone.

His words echoed against the empty walls of the dining room. She looked down at the cake he disregarded, feeling cold and dizzy. She took a shaky breath in and out before resting her head on the cold glass table to stabilize herself. The voice stabs through her even as she closed her eyes to block them out.

It was then she felt bluntly in her mind. He hates me.

The girl feels nothing but numbing cold, both on her face and inside. Rolling up to sit, her neck and back cry out in soreness from sleeping on the table, pale light greeting her from the nearby window. Her face feels strange, and she trudges to the bathroom mirror to check why. She knows she should be preparing for work, but what's the point? Her reflection reveals lines across her cheek, probably from sleeping on the edge of the table. She shuffles to the kitchen because she should probably start breakfast, but why should she? Leaning against the counter, she can't bring herself to move anywhere. Her brain buffers as she tries to force herself to think of what to do now. She doesn't feel sick, but there's a dull, cool feeling in her limbs that she can't face.

The phone rings, catching her off guard. Glancing at the number, she doesn't hesitate to answer. "Hello?"

"Hi, baby. It's me."

Her eyebrows relax, appreciating the sound of a familiar voice. "Hey, Mom. What's up?" She knows her voice sounds weak, she's hoping the woman can't hear it.

"I'm just checking in, you haven't called in a while. Is something up? You don't sound good."

"I'm...fine," she stumbles over the word. "How's dad?"

"He's doing well. You sure you're not sick, sweetie?"

"I'm not." She leans her back on the counter.

"Is Shoto there? How is he?"

And just like that, she feels something dislodge in her throat. "He's going to work, he probably left early." She doesn't know, there hasn't been any rustling in the house.

Her mom is silent for a while. "Tell me the truth. What happened?"

The sound of her mother's stern voice moves something in her chest. "It's nothing, I just made a mistake."

"Doing what?"

"I tried making Shoto's favorite dish for his birthday yesterday. I put so much time and energy into perfecting it for him to enjoy it, but I fell short again." She laughs bitterly, tears starting to fill her eyes. "He didn't even want the cake I got for him, he said it was a waste. I shouldn't have bothered with it." She blinks and a tear slides down her face. "I don't know why I was expecting something different to happen, I'm so stupid."

"Honey, where is this coming from? What's going on?"

She wipes her face, but more spill out of her eyes as she slides down the cabinet onto the cold floor. "It's just a little frustrating when you're sharing a house with someone you're married to and they barely acknowledge you. I mean, I expected there to be problems at first given the circumstances, but I didn't expect this." Her voice shakes with every word. "God, what did I do to deserve this? I've lived in this house for 5 months, and never has he even said 'thank you' to me. Hasn't breathed a word of appreciation to me. I do so much for him. I've bent over backwards for him just to make everything done the way he wants it, I've worked my entire routine, my entire life in this house to cater to him, but all he does is complain!" She sobs into the phone, curling up into a ball as tremors wrack through her body. "I'm just so tired. I don't know how much more I can take. I've made so many excuses for him, but I just can't do anything right. Why am I even still here?"

Her mother is silent on the other line. "My baby, if I knew this would happen, I wouldn't have allowed this marriage. I can't believe you're going through this."

The girl can't formulate words or think anything coherent. She drops the phone out of her hand, wrapping her legs to her chest as the tremors continue in waves, muffled whimpers the only thing escaping her lips because she's afraid to cry out loud despite being in an empty, lonely house.

Shoto heard something he probably shouldn't have, but he definitely needed to hear. It bothered him for the rest of the day. It was a sobering slap in the face that made him feel shame and regret, a hard-to-swallow pill that sat in his stomach the entire day.

On his way back home, the sound of her sobs echoes in his mind. He curses his behavior from the past few months. At the very least, he made a lady cry, and at the most, he's been a complete asshole. It's all his fault, that is something he's completely aware of and is ready to take full responsibility for. All this time, he was stupidly neglecting her out of spite for his father, but he broke her in the process. He's angry that he had to hear her crying to realize that. The only thing he can do now is hurry home to profusely apologize for what he's done and hope they can start over new and she forgives him, which he's prepared for her not to do.

Honestly, he deserves all the hate from her that he's shown her. After everything she's done for him and all the effort she's put into their imbalanced relationship, he wouldn't be surprised if she yelled at him and called him all sorts of names.

Shoto walks through the door, the atmosphere different. The house is quiet as usual, but it's more eerie than he remembers, as if that means anything with how aloof he was. He slips into the bedroom and changes quickly, returning back to the quiet dining room where his dinner waits for him at his place.

He tentatively sits and spares a quick glance at the girl who's supposed to be his wife. Her eyes are still puffy and she's tugging at her sleeves. It seems she's avoiding him and he was avoiding her before. He questions how things should start. When is the right time to speak his piece. Would she listen to him now? He decides to take a bite first and chews slowly. I guess a 'thank you' is a good place to start-

"We're getting a divorce."

He stops suddenly, almost choking.

"You don't owe me anything, and I don't want anything from you." She isn't looking at him, voice calm and collected. "Besides, it's better this way since it's what you wanted." She rises from her seat smoothly. "I've already packed for the next few nights. I'll have some workers come in the following weeks to clear out the rest, and the papers will be delivered promptly." Her footsteps recede from the room.

Shoto turns around to call out to her, and his minds comes up blank.

He never even bothered to remember her name.

Sequel?

Sequel!

#todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #todoroki angst #todoroki imagine #todoroki scenario #female reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

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lgbtqia-representation · 3 years

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Monogamous Trap

Monogamy is yet another game at people trying to continue the cycle of heteronormativity that sadly even the LGBTQIA community falls into the trap for. However, with powerful forces backing this idea ranging from religious doctrines to national laws, it is easy to understand why this entire realm of relationships is brandished.

Under the realm of non-monogamous relationships there are far more than most would like to acknowledge ranging from the number of partners to inherent rules. To start simply is the difference between “-somes” and polyamory. “Three- “, “four- “, etc. -somes are specifically used to reference the idea of an intercourse-based relationship that has little to do outside the bedroom. Pretty much any relationship that has aspects outside the bedroom is more likely to be referenced as a throuple or polyamorous relationship. There are obviously going to be people who do not use the “more standard” language so specifically asking someone about is the best bet in any situation.

Aside from just numbers there is also “attitude” towards the relationship. What I mean by this is whether it is “open” or “closed”, or perhaps somewhere in the middle. An open polyamorous relationship can have a few different concepts such as each individual partner can look for other partners or it might mean the relationship is open to adding new people to it. This concept might be hard to understand if you only view relationships as a line. Instead think about each individual letter in the alphabet and imagine those as ways to depict different relationship set ups, you might be getting close to the vast number of options out there.

Just based on all of that it almost becomes easier to understand why the community is so misunderstood. There is no guide nor clear idea of what any given relationship would look like. This is one of the big controversial issues as to why the community is not so accepted into LGBTQIA despite clearly being a sexual orientation. This community receives backlash from the queer community as well as from society itself, this is sadly one of the most outcasted sections. This even comes down to the fact that many within the community wonder if this should not be in the community because it should be its own category of identity, relationship style perhaps. In a way it is ironic that it is not considered its own category whereas when looking at the animal kingdom one of the earliest facts for any animal we learn about is what is its mating style- for life or season being one of the largest aspects to that question. So, if we analyze an animal's mating partners why are we so weird about humans having those same sorts of characteristics?

As I mentioned earlier, this could largely come down to the idea of laws and doctrines working to guide the perceptions of “normal” relationship styles. This is a concern for the whole of the LGBTQIA community and yet they cannot even find safety within that community. Despite same sex relationships being actively opposed in most religions, many within the relationships still actively practice, believe, or agree with the ideas presented in their previous religion. This is one of the reasons so many people think it is wrong. Other people completely misunderstand the fundamental concepts of a polyamorous relationship which is communication between all partners. Many people say that these sorts of relationships are simply an excuse to cheat on each other with no consequence. Whereas when examined and understood, these situations are heavily communicated about from beginning to end to ensure all partners are content and satisfied. If someone cheats, they are not protected by the polyamory umbrella if anything they disrupted the core values of the system.

One of my biggest struggles with this community is that lesbians and bisexuals are often overlooked in this community. There is a prevalence or assumption that only gays and straight women primarily operate these kinds of relationships. This dynamic is often turned into the idea that straight women simply want another guy or are willing to let their male partners experiment as opposed to women having this sexuality. Countless articles are written about why men should join a threesome at least once listing off all sorts of benefits, that I do agree with- but that are not dependent on sexual or gender identity. They included:

It forces you to work on jealousy issues.

It forces you to become a better communicator.

Can get different needs met by each partner.

Two heads are better than one (intellectually speaking)

Two Shoulders to cry on

Cuddling

Your family triples.

Your friend group expands exponentially.

You have an additional hand parenting.

The sex

(Zane)

On the other hand, Females simply looking into this community are deemed to be “sleeping with enemy” which erases the entire concept of a three women relationship, which is entirely possible. This also works to marginalize female bisexuals despite them being approximately 60% of the bisexual population.

This sadly more comes back to gay men being fetishized as well as being more accepted in society due to them being a larger percent from the beginning. Also, celebrity inclusion, with many stars and actors suddenly coming out as being part of throuple with two, if not three, males, exposure is distinctively increasing for them while women are seemingly at a standstill. Stars like, Frankie Grande, brother of pop sensation Ariana Grande, even publicly announced his participation in one of these relationships.

Frankie even comments on his own impact and inclusion in the community, “A lot of people come up to me and say, “Oh my God, you are in a throuple? I am in a throuple,” ‘the star said. ‘It’s been cool to see people do that as well. Love is love is love is love.’” (‘Love is Love’)

Women even in their sexual identities are still looking to be fully accepted and noticed. Only with time and strong efforts can this hopefully change.

In Netflix’s new show “Insatiable” is another mainstream media representation of polyamory which ironically very accurately depicts the plights within this realm. “During the season finale, Bob A. [left in the above picture] speaks about his poly relationship (at this point still intact), explaining how embracing his identity as a poly bisexual man makes him feel "loved completely" and fully "satisfied."” (Foreman) This was a wonderful depiction of what polyamory actively works to achieve, a balance between the partners that allows each of them to feel satisfied and safe within the relationship. In contrast, “Bob B. [right in the above picture] unexpectedly breaks up with them. He explains, "I didn't agree to a relationship. I just thought the three of us would have sex sometimes so she would not feel left out.”” (Foreman) Whereas this shows the darker side of it, where certain relationships/individuals do not understand the poly individual(s). This specific instance Bob B. Believes Bob A. to be completely gay, negating his bisexual identity, as well as preventing him from balancing the two relationships to at least meet his desires. This especially shown when the women (center of image) and non-polyamorous Bob (right) confront the bisexual and polyamorous Bob(left) into picking only one of them when it is clear throughout the entire series, he truly loves both.

Resources:

Barrett, Kim. “Does Polyamory Fall Under the LGBT+ Umbrella?” Medium, Polyamory Today, 25 Jan. 2020, medium.com/polyamory-today/polyamory-and-the-lgbt-community-3a8a52debbc3.

Foreman, Alison. “We Need to Talk about That Throuple in 'Insatiable'.” Mashable, Mashable, 20 Aug. 2018, mashable.com/article/insatiable-throuple/.

Lewis, Jessi, et al. “The Great Divide: Polyamory, 'Throuples' and the LGBTI Community.” Star Observer, 18 Dec. 2016, www.starobserver.com.au/features/in-depth-features/great-divide-polyamory-throuples-lgbti-community/154564.

Outmagazine. “10 Reasons Every Gay Man Should Try a Throuple Once.” OUT, 17 Oct. 2018, www.out.com/lifestyle/2018/10/17/10-reasons-every-gay-man-should-try-throuple-once#media-gallery-media-1.

Rosenblum, Karen Elaine, and Toni-Michelle Travis, editors. The Meaning of Difference. 5th ed., McGraw-Hill Education, 2008.

Tabberer, Jamie. “'Love Is Love': Frankie Grande Reveals All about His Three-Way Relationship.” Gay Star News, 23 Nov. 2018, www.gaystarnews.com/article/love-is-love-frankie-grande-reveals-all-about-his-three-way-relationship/.

Wandrei, Karin E. “'Sleeping with the Enemy': Non-Monogamy and 1970s Lesbian-Feminists - Karin E Wandrei, 2019.” SAGE Journals, journals.sagepub.com/doi/abs/10.1177/1363460717750074.

Image:

“Polyamory Infinite Heart Love Honesty Communication Vinyl: Etsy: Polyamory, Polyamory Relationships, Polyamory Quotes.” Pinterest, www.pinterest.com/pin/144326363036694494/.

“Throuple.” Facebook, www.facebook.com/pages/category/Musician-Band/Throuple-645110832488889/.

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niuniente · 4 years

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GOD that entrapdak post is so on point!!! I hate that there's this standard that 'catra's choices were ok bc she's a lesbian so hooray!!! But all of Hordak's decisions were awful and he's awful and I guess it's ok he got a happy ending' aughhhh

EXACTLY. It is also genuinely a dangerous thing if people are put on a special, almost divine pedestal, with unconditional understanding while erasing all their humanity only because of their sexuality. It is dangerous to think that people are pure only based on their sexuality (or gender) same way as it’s dangerous to think people are evil based on these same things. This leaves, especially young ones, open for undetected abuse from minority group individuals. It’s really, really bad if we go, let’s say “This is a hetero man. He is always evil and is incapable of loving” VS “This is a gay man. He is always pure and fair and is incapable of hurting anyone”.

They are human. We all are human. We are flawed beings with our own weaknesses and burdens. If things go to a spot where we can’t call out someone for their bullshit and toxic behavior because of their gender, sexuality, age, race, nationality, status, religion etc. were are screwed and screw the upcoming generations, too. This “these groups are pure”-mentality can lead to situations where an individual takes and tolerated toxic shit from their partner/friend/family member/loved one/etc. without even daring to set boundaries and defend themselves because “but he/she/they is Z, all Zs are good/pure/misunderstood/hurt/need help/unloved so if he/she/they behave badly, it is somehow my fault and they are just hurting and I have to keep helping and understanding them even when it hurts me and breaks me”.

Always value and determine how the person is based on the whole individual, not only by their external factors. If someone is a man, he is not automatically abusing evil being. If someone is poly, they are not automatically a positive open minded individual. Don’t hesitate to step away from toxic people and call them out for their bullshit no matter who they are (there are good examples in She-Ra)

Then there are personal factors in a way that we vibe with some people and with some we don’t. That doesn’t automatically make the other person bad just because we don’t get them or they don’t get us. Automatic assumptions and labeling are dangerous, harmful and toxic.

Being minority of any type is not a frigging free pass to be shit freely towards others.

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Back to what Noelle says, there’s contradiction: She first says that Entrapta taught Hordak love and they are happy together. Then she says that Hordak would hurt (and kill) Entrapta despite of this love. Hmmm, I think that, unfortunately, fits Catra more with her guest to have a revenge on Adora she loves from the bottom of her heart and is OK with killing her and the whole planet.

IF I RECALL RIGHT Molly and Noelle spoke about Entrapdak and they say that something like “We are lesbians, we don’t get this.” It’s very unfortunate to hear, even as a joke (because jokes often hide truth) as you don’t have to represent certain sexuality in order to understand what healthy and loving relationship is all about. SERIOUSLY YOU DON’T. No matter what your sexual orientation is, the healthy good relationship is based on the same things; mutual respect, mutual honoring, mutual love and care, mutual trust, mutual working together for the relationship, mutual humor and mutual desire to be together. This has nothing to do with what do you want to do in the bedroom (if anything) and who do you want to love and with who or with how many individuals you want to proceed towards with these things.

I’m not a poly myself, but an old fashioned demi monogamy person but the hell, of course I can understand what poly-amorous healthy relationship is based on! Of course I can understand how it’s important to someone who is poly and makes them happy even when I don’t feel any appeal to it nor I want to live in such a relationship myself. I have poly characters in my comics! It’s really not that hard.

Not everything needs to appeal to you in order for you to understand - or try to understand - and support it and those to whom it is very important.

#sory for the speech I seemed to have lots things to say #hordak #entrapta #spop #ask niu #Anonymous

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lynn-does-stuff · 4 years

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Hanahaki

An Afterdeath Oneshot

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Hanahaki

Hana- flowers

Hakimasu- To throw up

A Japanese myth disease that claimed if a person were to hide their feelings towards someone for too long, flowers would begin to grow in their lungs. They would then throw up/ cough up the flowers, starting with only a few petals until it got to large amounts of full flowers. By the time it reaches full flowers there would be little time left until they would die. There was no cure, other than the victim feeling loved in a romantic way by their crush. If the victim expressed their feelings and the other declined, the process would instantly speed up and would die in minutes. The victim can also choose to have the flowers removed through surgery, though many choose to suffer through it, due to the fact that the removal of the flowers often caused them to lose all feelings towards their crush. Sometimes it would completely erase any memories about their crush all together, or even erase any ability to love again.

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Reaper floated carelessly into the Save Screen, home of the infamous "immortal" skeleton. The resident of this empty space was supposed to die a long time ago, but had somehow escaped DEATH itself. And when Reaper went to the Save Screen personally to dispose of him, he was shocked to find the character didn't dust after making physical contact with him. Reaper had never met a being that didn't die by his touch, so he was genuinely surprised, and almost hopeful. Maybe he could finally have someone close to him that he could do normal things with, instead of simply standing to the side and looking awkward.

Ah yes.. Geno..

Geno was the resident of this empty space. When Reaper found he couldn't kill Geno, he immediately decided to try and warm up the the glitched skeleton. He then proceeded to get a smack on the face and a stern lecture about how you shouldn't try to befriend the person you were just trying to kill.

That's what Reaper liked so much about Geno. His Tsundere attitude, his pouting, and of course, his overly bossy tone. And they did become friends. Good friends even. But.. Reaper wanted more. He really wanted more. But there was no way he could flat out tell Geno. That would just make their friendship incredibly awkward, and possibly even ruin it. Better to just stick with the simple flirting and frequent compliments.

This had been going on for about nine months..

Reaper's eyes widened as he saw Geno sitting in his usual spot, the area of grass and flowers, and then grinned at the evil idea forming in his head. He floated up silently behind Geno and took a breath, before exclaiming in a loud voice. "Heeeeeya Geno!"

Geno whipped his head around, eye flare burning, as he smacked Reaper across the face. He then realized who it was and diminished his eye flare and menacing look and instead equipped a more annoyed face.

"Reaper you idiot! Don't sneak up on me like that! My soul is weak enough as it is, I don't need jump scares like that to give me a soul attack!"

Reaper simply rubbed his face and chuckled, though he felt a small pain in his chest. It was short and quick, so he waved it aside as side effects of floating for too long. He slowly touched the ground in front of Geno and grinned.

"Good to see you too beautiful."

Geno frowned. "Again with the flirting? Come on, it gets old after a while. And it's not funny either!" Geno huffed and turned away, causing Reaper to laugh.

Reaper walked next to Geno and sat down. His friend reluctantly followed and sat next to him as well. Reaper looked over at Geno, taking in all of his features. His rounder cheeks, the glitches that covered his eye, the extremely faint red tint that was always on his face, there was so much to look at, Reaper soon found himself lost in his eyes. Geno soon glanced over and made eye contact with Reaper, causing him to frown again. "It's rude to stare you know!"

Reaper blushed slightly and turned his head away. There was that pang again. This one seemed slightly worse however. And it only softened, it didn't completely go away.

Reaper frowned at the sudden pain, losing his usual carefree grin. Geno looked over and noticed this. "What, can't take criticism? Jeez, your ego is immense."

Reaper felt the pain suddenly grow as he winced, but it soon toned down again. He replaced his frown with his usual grin and winked as he looked over at Geno. "Oh, it's nothing. Just thinking."

"What were you thinking about?"

Reaper was going to reply with a quick nothing, but he soon realized he could be flirty and possibly get his point across at the same time.

"You~"

Geno just got an angry look as he blushed slightly, before replying in a quite upset manner.

"Well stop thinking about me! It's weird! And dumb! Especially when there's so many other things to think about!"

Weird.

Dumb.

Geno thinks I'm weird and dumb..

Reaper suddenly burst out into a coughing fit. Geno scrambled away from him, yelling something along the lines of "Don't infect me with your stupid virus you weirdo". Reaper continued to cough until a singular golden petal fell from his mouth. His eyes widened as he quickly scrambled to grab it and shove it into his robe pocket. Geno hadn't seemed to notice.

"Are you very much done? I'd like to make sure I don't get the idiot virus."

Reaper's body suddenly went rigid as he slowly stood up. He coughed slightly before turning to Geno.

"Uh, sorry Geno, but I gotta go earlier today. My brother wanted help, and I've been putting off work for too long."

Geno looked surprised before going to his usual strict face. "Well, I don't remember inviting you, so you don't have to feel bad about leaving."

Reaper's chest felt like it was on fire.

He turned away and opened a portal to his AU, walking through, something he rarely does.

When he entered his room, he immediately sunk to the floor. He trembled slightly as his eye sockets widened.

"Oh god.. what am I gonna do?.."

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It was about four days until Reaper visited Geno again, which was very out of character for his usual daily, sometimes even quick hourly visits. He casually floated into the Save Screen once more, though this time feeling slightly anxious. When he saw Geno sitting in the patch of flowers, he felt his soul flutter as he rushed to get closer. He was about to make the same entrance as the other day, but remembered how that went and decided to silently plop down next to Geno.

Geno was so lost in though that he didn't even realize Reaper arrived. But when he suddenly looked up and saw him sitting next to him, he yelped and jumped back a little. He then took on a confused yet strict face.

"Who are you and what have you done with Reaper?"

Reaper was a little confused by his statement. "I'm me?"

"No idiot! Reaper would've come here days ago, and proceeded to either scare me or flirt with me every time he arrived!"

Reaper was a bit taken aback by what he said, but simply grinned. "Well, what I did today scared ya, didn't it?"

Geno huffed and simply turned away, crossing his arms and muttering something along the lines of "stupid" and "no it didn't".

Reaper laughed but soon started choking and coughing once more. Again, Geno stepped away, but there was a slight flint of worry in his eyes.

"What's wrong asshole, something caught in you throat?"

Reaper continued his coughing fit for a while until three golden petals fell from his mouth. He quickly scooped them up and shoved them in his pocket, but too late. Geno noticed.

"Ew, flower petals? What were you doing, shoving those things up your throat?"

Reaper turned his head to Geno with a slightly panicked look in his eyes. "It's nothing."

"That wasn't the question dumbass."

"O-oh, right. Uhm.. yeah! I saw those flowers and thought it would be a good idea to eat some!"

Geno simply stared at Reaper with an unamused look before walking away. Reaper panicked, this is not going how he thought it would.

"Geno wait!" He called out, his voice sounding slightly weaker than before. He quickly stood up and followed behind Geno.

"I'm ignoring unintelligible beings who decide that shoving flowers up their throats is a perfect way to waste time at the moment, thank you."

Reaper continued to follow behind Geno, the pain in his chest increasing every second he was ignored.

Unloved..

Reaper suddenly stopped at his realization.

Geno doesn't love him. He never will. It's all simply a fantasy of hope and lies. Geno's made it quite obvious after all. How many times had he been called "dumbass", "idiot", "weirdo", "dickhead", and "asshole" in just the past month? It was obvious.

Reaper suddenly broke down into another fit of coughing, suddenly falling to his knees. He felt weak, incredibly weak. And the coughing wouldn't stop. Geno whipped his head around and rushed back to Reaper, now very worried for his friend.

"H-hey, are you good? Snap outta it Reaper!"

Geno started patting Reaper's back in an attempt to stop the coughing, but Reaper misunderstood it as more of Geno's slaps and coughed even more. It wasn't until a fistful of petals fell from his mouth that he stopped. Geno looked at Reaper with a cautious, yet judging look.

"Uh, that seems to be more than a few flowers shoved up your esophagus."

Reaper replied quickly in a dark tone, though his voice seemed somewhat strained. "N-no shit Sherlock."

Geno's eyes widened slightly. Reaper never talked like that to him. Now he knew something was up.

"What the hell is wrong with you Reaper?! You never act like this! What did you do?!"

Reaper just stared to the floor with empty eyes. He quickly spat out a few remaining flowers in his mouth and stood up. He kicked the petals aside and turned away. Geno watched as Reaper simply stood there for a few moments. Suddenly, Reaper seemed to look around frantically and stare at his hands. He kept bouncing up and down on his feet before eventually going on to full on jumping.

"Now what are you doing?" Geno gave him a questioning look. Reaper immediately stopped and whipped his head around, a panicked look plastered on his face.

"I can't float! I can't get off the ground!"

Geno was a little stricken before finding a way to get back at Reaper for all the teasing.

"Oh, well it looks like you'll have to walk like the rest of us mortals and deal with the inability to have god-like powers."

Reaper winced before bringing up his hand. Suddenly he seemed even more panicked. He waved his hand around, opened his eyes extremely wide like one does when their eye flares, and held out his hands like he was trying to grab something.

"I can't do anything!!"

Now Geno was worried. "What?.."

Reaper started yelling. "I can't summon my attacks, I can't summon my scythe, I can't activate my eye flare, I can't even teleport out of here!!"

Reaper suddenly broke down to the floor and stared at his hands. He spoke in a small, weak voice that seemed extremely strained. "I'm weak.. I'm powerless... I-I can't do anything..."

Geno suddenly rushed forward and wrapped his arms around Reaper. "H-hey, it's okay, it'll be fine!-"

"How could you still care..."

Geno suddenly sat up and stared at Reaper. "What do you mean?"

Reaper replied with a shaky, hesitant voice. "How could you still care for me... you've made it clear..."

"Stop the stupid mind games Reaper! Just tell me what's fucking wrong!"

"YOU HATE ME!"

Reaper began hacking up full flowers, chocking between breaths. The flowers continued to fall around them and in their laps as Reaper shook uncontrollably. "G-Gen-no-"

Geno backed away in horror at the scene. His eyes shrunk to small pinpricks as he took a shaky breath.

"W-what's happening to you R-Reaper?.."

Reaper chocked our words between coughs. "H-hana-ha-haki-!" Reaper coughed up another fistful of flowers.

Hanahaki... The name was familiar to Geno, but he couldn't seem to place it. "What the hell is Hanahaki?!"

Reaper's eyes went wide as the burning sensation returned in his chest, worse than ever. He knew.

He was out of time.

Reaper didn't want to do this, not like this, but he knew he had no choice. If he didn't, he would die.

"G-Geno!" Reaper choked out between flowers and coughs. "I-I l-love you!"

Geno's eyes went wide as blush dusted across his face. He loves me... Suddenly knowledge came flooding back to him. Hanahaki: The disease where people throw up flowers. The only cure is from the crush to show affection and show their love back.

His blush increased. Did he love Reaper?.. He enjoyed Reaper's company, and he hated it when he was feeling down and always wanted to make him feel better..

Geno was suddenly cut out of his thoughts when a shaky hand reached up towards his face. The words were small, shaky, and almost inaudible. "Please.."

Geno felt the pang in his chest. He gave in. He pushed away all doubts in his mind and pulled Reaper's face to his, closing the gap. He kissed him with all his might, allowing some magic to be forced in the kiss, truly expressing how much he cared. He wanted, no, he needed Reaper to know. He didn't care about the flowers, he just wanted to share this passionate moment.

When they finally pulled away after what seemed like eons, they stared into each other's eyes passionately, glimmering with love and happiness. Reaper stared in awe.

"Y-you.. you really.."

Geno smiled warmly at Reaper. "Yeah, I suppose you're not that much of a dork." Reaper shakily smiled with tears in his eyes before suddenly turning away and began coughing again. Geno panicked and gingerly wrapped his arms around Reaper.

"D-did it not work! I-I'm so sorry Reaper!!"

Reaper continued coughing, but they didn't seem so violent this time. He continued coughing until dead flowers fell from his mouth, and eventually the source of the disease itself- the dead plant. When the dead plant finally fell from his mouth, Reaper put a hand on his throat and looked up weakly with a smile.

"I'm cured.."

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Word Count: 2466

Eeeeeeeee I forgot about this thing so take my awful writing okay bye-

#lynn talks #lynn writes #afterdeath #geno x reaper #geno sans #reaper sans #hanahaki #hanahaki disease

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hadesglance · 5 years

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All hail the new queen... - 22 (Hades Original Story)

You fought your way through the maze of the underworld to make a deal with the King…intrigued the lonely king listens…

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part Fourteen Part Fifteen Part Sixteen Part Seventeen Part Eighteen Part Nineteen Part Twenty Part Twenty-One

You sat uncomfortably in the middle of the classroom. You’d put off some of your electives that you should have taken your freshman year, and instead of being in a giant lecture hall you were forced into a class of first years. Written across the board was the word ‘MYTHOLOGY.’

You laughed to yourself as you looked at the book list. “Anthology of Mythology” including the works of Homer and Hesiod, along with “Mythology: Tales of Gods and Heroes.” If only they knew the truth of it all. When you told Hades about it, he chuckled telling you wouldn’t have a hard time passing this one.

You had to admit, it would be interesting to be part of something that the world thought was fantasy. You were certain you’d provide a different perspective to things.

You sat up a little when the professor walked in. Your eyes widen in surprise as he was not what you anticipated. He was tall and handsome, practically like he’d walked off a movie set. Great hair, bright eyes, and a chiseled chin.

He smiled at everyone as he set his briefcase down, “Good afternoon everyone, I’m Professor Talbot. You can call me Professor or Talbot. I see my student aid has already handed out the syllabus, good.”

He turned to the board erasing the large word before picking up the marker writing, ‘Greek Mythos.’ He snapped the cap back on turning back to everyone, “Now let’s just jump into it. Myths pretty much originated from the Greek culture. Can anyone tell me why?”

You looked around the room seeing no one willing to answer, you sighed raising your hand up. Talbot smiled and pointed at you, “Greeks was considered to be the center a of civilization and they believed that many of the natural disasters were the work of gods.”

“Yes, can you give me an example, Ms…” He sat down on the desk in the front of the class.

“Y/N…” You shifted a little in your chair as everyone looked at you, “and…um…uh the eruption at Thera…then they thought it was the battle of the Olympians vs the Titans.”

“Very good. Not many people know that.” He looked down at a list on his table, “You must be Petrakis?”

“Guilty.” You made a face nodding.

“Greek then?” He smirked a little as you confirmed again, “Interesting, I don’t often have a student who actually was raised in the culture I’m teaching. Do you mind sharing if you actually believe in the gods?”

You felt heat instantly rush to your face being put on the spot. You stared at him licking your lips, “Uh…Yeah…I was raised to be a little more unorthodox then most.”

“Huh…” He smiled at you still a glimmer in his eyes, “That’s interesting, I’m sure you’re going to make this class much more colorful.”

You shrugged a little as he moved on beginning to talk about the topic you brought up. How Greeks didn’t have a way to express what was happening around them, so they invented Zeus and the other Gods to explain volcanos and storms. You tuned him out a little as you opened the book skimming through it occasionally as the class began to discuss the relationship of natural disasters and deities.

It wasn’t until they began to talk about winter that you focused back in. Talbot had connected his computer some time ago throwing up pictures on the white board. This one you knew very well now.

“The Rape of Persephone…” Talbot pointed at it as he explained the scene, “Hades, the god of the Underworld forceful took the Demeter’s daughter to his realm…He forces her to stay there, tricks her into eating the fruit of the Underworld, which makes her stuck there.”

“So, Hades is a bad guy in all this, like the devil?” You looked at a kid in the front feeling insulted.

“Yes.” Talbot pointed at him making you frown further.

“No.” You spoke up shaking your head. Everyone looked at you instantly.

“Excuse me? Ms. Petrakis, you have a different opinion?” Talbot leaned forward quirking an eyebrow interested in what you had to say.

You stared at him for a moment before taking in a deep breath, “Hades is not a devil, and he’s not a bad god. His association with the dead gives him a bad rep, but he’s really…a god of balance.”

“Can elaborate?” He straightened up curious by your statement.

“Um…” You looked at the image on the screen remembering back to Persephone’s visit and what she told you, “Take this image…everyone calls it ‘The Rape of Persephone’ when they misuse the word key word. You have to go back to its archaic root of rape, which is to displace, to seize, and take away by force.”

You sat up pointing at the picture, “There is not a sexual assault in this…he seized because she was bringing so much life into this world and it was making it unbalanced. It was when they resided with one another that they discovered a love between the two of them. Persephone was a young goddess and didn’t understand the way the world worked. Hades took the time to educate her.”

“Persephone was heartbroken that she had broken the balance and began to see Hades as a force needing help, but she missed her mother desperately. By the time Demeter got Zeus to side with her, Hades had made a case to explain his actions and Persephone had been in the Underworld long enough to need food which he gave her.”

You smiled a little thinking of yourself and Hades, “The meals the shared brought them closer together and soon a relationship blossomed. Everyone forgets that Persephone was the Queen of the Underworld and helped form the river Styx. She assisted Hades in the creation of his realm and the resting places of souls. Hades and Persephone are the very definition of balance. Death can’t exist without life, but what is life worth if there isn’t the risk of it ending in death?”

“So no, Hades is not a bad guy that our modern interpretation would make out to be. He’s so much more than that.” You smiled a little feeling a burning on your arm, “He’s everything this world needs him to be. He watches over every soul that departs this world and ensures that they are protected and arrive where they need to be. May it be the Styx, Elysium, or Tartarus, he made a vow when he took over watch of his kingdom to maintain it and protect it. He’s not a god of death, he’s a god of life.”

Hades leaned over the large table that everyone was at staring at the words of the prophecy. Since he’d brought you back injured to Olympus, Zeus had begun an investigation into it full throttle summoning weekly councils. Asking everyone to dig up everything they could to see what they were missing.

The problem was, there was nothing missing, and they had all felt the shift below. Something was unchained in Tartarus, “Are we sure it’s him? It could be anyone of them…”

“Hades…” He looked up at his siblings all staring at him. Several of them had their mouths slightly ajar amazed.

“What?” He looked behind himself to see what they were looking at. Seeing nothing he turned back looking to Zeus next to him.

“Hades…what are you feeling right now?” Zeus put a hand on his arm as if to get him to pause.

“I…uh…” Hades stared at him a moment confused but then he felt it. A strong stream of belief…devotion… He shut his eyes soaking it up as bits of your words began to reach him.

“You make it sound as if he’s real.” Talbot smirked a little.

“He is and he’s more then you’ll ever understand if you believe any of this rubbish.” You closed the book in front of you, “They painted a picture without seeing it all…None of the gods are like this. They are so much more then meddlers, and the fact of the matter is the new gods are muddling everything up with romance and hijinks.”

“New gods?”

“Never mind…” You shook your head a little smile still resting on your face, “You just need to know that Hades is so misunderstood, but if you look at him from the right perspective you will see this world would cease to exist properly without him. Without any of them.”

Hades eyes snapped open feeling power surge through him from your testimony of him. He looked around the room seeing a small glow around everyone. You had just stood up in front of a class of 40 students and declared your faith in them…in him. Everyone at the table felt it.

“Whoa…” Hera flexed her hands a little, “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt faith that strong.”

“Right…” Artemis smiled at her, “I feel like I could go ten rounds right now.”

The rest of the room began to agree as excitement filled them all. Zeus watched them all raising his hands up, “Now, let’s not be to careless. We’re all here for a reason. Just like we felt this now…we all felt the disturbance weeks ago.”

Hades sighed nodding his fears he felt earlier subsiding as he felt your faith rise in him, “I’ll go and look.”

“No.” Zeus snapped his head to him, “No…that won’t be necessary…send a message. If it was his chains that were broken…we don’t need him having a chance to escape when the door opens.”

“Zeus…” Hades tilted his head a little, “We should be sure. If Cronus isn’t there…”

Everyone in the room flinched at his name. Zeus sighed hanging his head, “I know, but I can’t risk it. If he’s there and the door is closed…he is still contained. Only you have access there, and only you can give permission to enter.”

“And me.” Everyone looked a Percy. She swallowed, “But only when I reside in the Underworld.”

Hades nodded slowly, “Y/N, does as well, but she doesn’t know it.”

“Then we’re fine.” Zeus looked at everyone, “Hades send a message to our guards in Tartarus. The tyrant Cronus will not roam these lands unchecked. Not under my rule.”

Everyone nodded in agreement. Zeus let out a soft sigh before he smiled, “Good…Spring is in six weeks. Hera, Demeter, Persephone…I would like to proceed as we normally would. Invite everyone…make it grand…I want it to be a party that draws everyone out of their hidey holes.”

Percy smirked a little, “Oh…trying to flush everyone out are ya?”

Zeus winked at her, “Darling, the Spring Fling is the party to be at to feel rejuvenated each year, dismissed.”

Hades watched his brother’s shoulders slump a little before he perked them back up, “You’re trying too hard to act like you’re not terrified of the situation.”

Zeus looked at him for a moment remaining silent before he smiled, “I haven’t seen you so glowy since the dark ages.”

“Is it that bad?” Hades looked down at himself, “Do I look Apollo in the morning?”

“Worse…because she loves you and it shows. It’s not a normal glow…it’s like…sticky and mushy…” Zeus reached pinching his cheek chuckling when Hades slapped his hand away, “I want you to not worry and go home and tell her thank you from all of us.”

“Zeus…” Hades smiled before letting out a sigh, “I’ll go in…”

“I said no.” Zeus’ smile fell his face getting very serious, “If anyone goes in to face our father, it will not be you alone. Not after what he did to you.”

Hades looked away nodding slowly. Zeus was right, he felt good now, but he was certain he’d falter under his father’s gaze, “Alright…I won’t, but the second you change your mind.”

“I won’t.” Zeus clasped his hands tightly on Hades’ shoulders, “Now please…go home. Give Y/N a kiss from me, it was quite a spark we all felt here today.”

Hades chuckled as his brother winked at him stepping away. He turned away fading back into his office. He looked at the work on his desk contemplating doing it for a moment before shutting the big black notebook, it was nothing he couldn’t do later.

He walked around the large home he’d created for you. Lately, he’d been seeing little things here and there that had changed. The house used to feel so…so rigid and cold. Now…it felt like a home.

You had left articles of clothing everywhere, claiming that it was cold and easier to just grab something nearby. You’d bought Cerberus dog toys, which he scattered all over, ensuring that he could run and grab one dropping it at your feet to throw for him. Then there were the splashes of color that you helped Percy leave behind. Painted flowers on the walls, growing plants that you watered daily, and more…

He smiled turning the corner to the living room stopping instantly. He choked looking down to the ground as tears hit his face. Happiness never could stay with him long could it…

You let out a long-exhausted noise as you walked in from the garage setting you stuff down on the kitchen counter. You stood there a moment looking around. Cerberus wasn’t there to greet you like normal, “Hm?”

You walked down the hall searching for him, “Cerby!”

Nothing. If he wasn’t with you, he had to be with Hades, so you began to walk toward his office and only stopped when you saw him next to his master in the living room staring out the window. You smiled as you changed your direction.

“Hellooooo…” Your smile faded as Hades turned to you. His face was covered in tears and instantly you were to him shaking your head with worry as you reached for his face, “Hades, what happened?”

“I’m so sorry…” He whispered taking your hands away from his face holding them between his hands, “I…Y/N…”

“Hades…” You felt yourself beginning to tear up, “whatever it is…”

“You have to go home…” He began to nod as he tried to explain. Everything was all backwards and he didn’t know how to handle this, “Your mother…she’ll need you…”

“…what do you mean…Hades?” You took in a painful breath, “Hades?”

He looked down to you mournfully as your phone went off, “I…”

You didn’t take your eyes off him as you pulled out your phone. Somehow you already knew it was going to be Jonah. You felt you nose begin to tickle more as you put it up to your ear, “H-hello?”

Hades watched as you shut your eyes large tears falling down your face as you let out a choked sob. You let the phone drop as he pulled you into a tight hug trying his best to comfort you in your pain as it only grew quickly. His eyes drifted outside the window where he saw your father taking Hermes hand to be guided to his eternal home.

When you calmed down enough, he helped you pack a bag before taking you home. He sat in the car with you until you were ready to get out. He helped you inside and for the first time he saw death on the opposite side.

You embraced your mother who collapsed into your arms. You were no longer allowed to cry as you supported her. Her soulmate ripped away from her too soon. For mortals it was always too soon.

Hades’ heart ached as he shook Jonah’s hand before pulling him into a hug. He only wished to let him know that his father left them all with parting words of love, but he couldn’t. How would he know that? Right now, he was just Nick…a doctor…not the King of the Underworld.

“Thank you for bringing her here…” Jonah spoke softly before letting him go.

“Of course,” He nodded slowly, “I’m so sorry…”

Jonah took in a shuddered breath tearing up again, “Yeah…yeah…he didn’t tell anyone he was…anyways…um…I’m glad you’re here too. I-I could really use your help…uh…the steps…”

“Yeah…” Hades nodded putting his hand on Jonah’s shoulder, “Anything you need…”

“Good…thanks…” Jonah swallowed before turning away toward the back slider. Hades glanced over to you before following him out. Your eyes were shut tightly as you gently rocked your mother back and forth on the floor.

How did you all survive this pain? He only knew your father for a few short months, but he left such an impression that his heart ached and felt shattered. Was this what he’d feel when you…

He stepped outside pushing the thought away before it finished. Swallowing down his feelings he began helping Jonah finish the steps to the porch. He watched the young man work through his loss by finishing the last project he worked on with his father. With every nail he hammered in he let us a small sob before swallowing it back down.

By time they finished more family had shown up. Hades shook everyone’s hand, took every embrace, and offered his condolences when necessary. This was not like the first time he met everyone. There weren’t children running around, or beers in the garage.

Instead everyone was there helping maintain the house. Everyone had a task to help with the preparations for the funeral while you and Jonah helped your mother. Your uncle’s stepped in taking care of anything financially, while your aunts took care of anything household related.

A meal was prepared, a prayer was said, and offering made to Hades to ensure Chris’ safe passage. He shut his eyes accepting it before looking up seeing you across the room staring at him. Grief filled your features and he wished with his very being he could ease it for you.

A few days later it was the funeral. It was simple, and more family arrived from across the country. During this time, he stood next to you, silent, waiting for you to call on him for anything. You never did. You remained strong for those around you.

The reception afterwards is what took him truly by surprise. Again, he’d never experience death on this end. It was much like his philosophy, balance. Your father was buried, but it wasn’t his body that you cherished. It was his life and your family chose to celebrate it.

He found people crying and laughing as he moved around the house. They told stories of when he was child that reminded himself of moments with his own crazy family. They spoke of moments when he stepped up helping other’s when no one else would. Taking over complicated situations, that in the end had everyone admiring him.

Through it all you never cried. You never complained, you only kept pushing forward. Filling the buffet, talking to family members, helping your mother, your brother, and everyone else. Never once did you step away to take a moment for yourself.

He suggested you stay a few days longer, but your mother insisted you leave. It was obvious she was in pain, but it wasn’t as bad as that first day. You tried to offer again, but your mother took your face in her hands, “It is time for me to try and fight alone…I will call if I need help.”

“Ma…” You stared into her eyes for a moment before nodding, understanding that she needed to face this next step in her journey, “anytime, okay? Morning, noon, or night.”

“Okay.” She kissed your cheeks before waving you both off.

There was nothing that came to mind that ease the tension he felt between you and him. Words would come to him, but nothing seemed to do the situation justice. They just felt flat and useless.

Following you inside he sighed finally needing to break the silence, “Y/N…I know…”

He stopped when you stopped moving. Your back was facing him, but he should see your body shaking in the dark. He was afraid of this…that this place would break down the wall you had built.

“…Hades…” You let slip past your lips as your fist clenched tightly.

“Yes?” He swallowed taking a step toward you.

Your voice was barely a whisper, “…can I see him?”

He shut his eyes frowning, “…he…he asked me not to.”

You turned to him tears cascading down your cheeks, “I just…I need to say goodbye…please Hades…please…”

He swallowed feeling his nose begin to tickle as you pleaded with him. He wanted to desperately give you everything you wanted. He wanted to give you that closure, “Y/N…I can’t go against a souls final wish…”

“Please…” You reached forward taking his jacket into your hands clutching onto him like an anchor. Your voice cracked as you spoke again, “Please…Hades, it hurts…and I don’t know how to move past this. I can’t…”

“I know…” He took your face into his hands whispering to you, “I’m afraid this is a wound you will never heal from…I am so sorry…”

You sobbed before collapsing into his arms. He scooped you up taking you to your room. He held you in your bed until you cried no more tears. He stayed until you fell to sleep thinking back to those final moments with your father.

Hades stood there looking at the ghostly form of Chris Petrakis. He looked intact meaning he had gone peacefully. He looked at Hades curiously, “Nick?”

Hades wiped a hand over his face, “Mr. Petrakis…”

“What…” He stared at him for a long time it seemed before it clicked, “Oh my…”

“I am sorry for the deception, sir.” Hades stared at him, his pain evident on his face, “It was…necessary.”

“I can say so.” Chris put his hands on his hips smirking a little, “So…how does this work?”

Hades shut his eyes feeling another wave of tears coming on as he summoned his book. When is appeared in his hand he opened it, “Uh…you…you lived a good life…you have a choice…Elysium or another life to live.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.” Chris smiled at him. How this man just accepted everything as it fell into his lap, even in death, was alarming. He just found out that a god was real, and involved with his daughter. How could Hades explain that to him?

Hades swallowed looking away, “Sir…”

“You love her right?” His eyes sprung back to his face seeing his glowing smile, “Oh my girl…she always extraordinary.”

Hades smiled a little as a tear fell down his cheek, “Yes, sir, she is.”

“Oh son, come now…it’s alright. I knew this was coming.” Chris stepped toward him wringing his hands together, “But I need you to be strong for her. She won’t allow herself to break around her family, but when she finally does, it will be with you. She trusts you…and she will ask the world of you…she’ll beg to see me and you can’t let her…she won’t heal otherwise. She needs to know that you…and only you are here for her. She can’t lean on me anymore.”

“But…if she could say goodbye…” Hades suggested staring into his eyes.

“No…I know she’ll come out stronger if she doesn’t see me again. Just promise me you’ll always take care of my girl.” Chris smiled at him.

“I will, you have my word.” Hades told him nodding.

“Good…that’s what son-in-laws do.” Chris winked at him, “Now…I thought there was supposed to be a boat…”

Souls rarely found their way around Hermes to speak directly to him anymore, but Hades was glad this family was different. They had a special place in his heart now, and he vowed to make sure that you and your family were always well looked after.

He took your hand kissing your fingers as you slept sealing a deal with himself. He would not allow you feel this way again if he could have a say in the matter. From this moment on he would make sure you would be happy, even if it meant sacrificing his own happiness to do it.

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