#helen being a horse girl

[dootznbootz]

I literally will think of the stupidest shit and if it makes me giggle, it's "canon" now. It just is. Idk why I keep doing this.

[minamorris1857]

Random friend: Helen Pevensie, your children are just so well behaved and mature. I can’t imagine having children who act as nicely as yours do.

“Pile on Pete!” Lucy yells and they all jump onto Peter who grunts and grumbles but doesn’t push them off.

Peter and Edmund hitting each other with sticks in the back garden

Susan and Peter telling Edmund to eat his vegetables and him telling them that he’s an adult and he will eat his vegetables when he wants to. And to back off.

Lucy climbing a tree in her nice clothes because “I’m really good mum don’t worry it’s like the trees taught me”

Susan sneaking back inside at midnight with an empty quiver and bow. “I can explain”

Peter and Edmund routinely leaving school grounds on weekends to see Lucy and Susan at their own school.

Lucy spending more time with girls twice her age than other 10 year olds.

Edmund always sneaking away from the children’s section in the library and getting books on gory battles and great military failures.

Peter getting in fights over stepped on toes.

Lucy fighting bedtime every chance she gets.

All of them accidentally drinking wine on more than one occasion because they saw the glass and didn’t think about where they were.

Lucy somehow knowing how to punch.

Edmund ‘borrowing’ a horse from the school coach house to go riding over the weekend while he was bored.

Susan always spilling flour over the kitchen when she’s tasked with dinner and Peter can’t do dishes without soaking everyone in the kitchen.

All of them being terrible about cleaning up after themselves because they got so used to having staff to do those sorts of things.

Lucy forgetting electricity is a thing and taking candles to read in the dark, which half terrifies her parents. She gets lots of playing with fire lectures.

Edmund and Lucy releasing all of their cousin’s science project subjects.

All four of them routinely covered in mud and brambles from the woods.

“Yes, I’m not sure how they all got to be like this,” Mrs. Pevensie laughs awkwardly. “It certainly wasn’t me.”

[creedslove]

HEARTLESS 💔 - PART SEVEN

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels x f!reader)

Summary: You and Jack have a real conversation for the first time and you find out he's more vulnerable than you thought

(This is the seventh chapter of the HEARTLESS 💔 series)

• PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX

Warnings: hurt, angst, hurt, angst, talk of past trauma, asshole!jack (but not really), mom!reader, and fluff because Wyatt is too cute

A/N: besties, I gotta confess 🥺 that I teared up writing this one, I don't know how you will all react, but my heart is broken for jack and reader 🥺

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It was only evening when Wyatt finally showed signs of being tired. He loved Silver Pony so much and no matter if Jack showed him the other horses, he was hooked to your favorite girl, always clinging to her and stroking her soft fur. Silver Pony also enjoyed the affection, always hovering around the two of you gently, making your son giggle and reward both you and Jack with his sweet laughs. 

The cowboy didn't interfere, he just watched the two of you having fun, his mind wandering through his thoughts. For once, he didn't think of his late wife and their unborn son, instead, he kept thinking of you and Wyatt, wondering and picturing what life would be like if he hadn't made you go away, if he'd taken care of you while you were pregnant, he was sure you were glowing and looking gorgeous, he thought of what would it be like holding you at night, stroking your pregnant bump and talking to the baby in your womb. How he would shower you in presents and you two would get the baby's room ready together. He liked imagining taking care of Wyatt as a newborn, how he would probably be afraid of holding him and you would soothe him. You two would be so happy with your beautiful little family. He thought of all the celebrations and parties that could have happened on his ranch, your engagement dinner, your wedding party, Wyatt's first birthday and so on. It shattered his heart to think he had missed out on an entire life of happiness only because he was a bad person. 

He watched as the sun was setting and got up, gathering the basket and walking towards Silver Pony "I think we should head back, the sun is going down and Helen made us dinner…" he swallowed "it's your favorite sugar" he looked at you with his puppy eyes and you controlled the urge of rolling your own. It baffled you his ability of being a real dick and pretending nothing was happening, you were going to ignore what he said, but Wyatt smiled big "mommy happy?" He asked and you nodded, turning to Silver Pony "I'm very happy because I have you, my beautiful son, and also our gorgeous Silver Pony" she caressed down the mare's face and Wyatt whimpered as he couldn't reach it, so Jack quickly joined them, lifting him up and he imitated his mommy's gesture 

"I wove Silvew Pony… can we take hew home, mommy?" He tilted his head in such innocent way your chest tightened and you laughed softly at him "we can't fit her in our apartment baby, otherwise I'd love to take her with us, so for now she has to stay here" 

Wyatt pouted and nodded and then his face lit up as he had an amazing idea "can we wive hewe? With cowboy, mommy, Wyatt and Silvew Pony" he said happily and clapped his hands excitedly. Jack swallowed sadly and looked at you, you glanced back at him and licked your lips. As much as you wanted to punch him, you couldn't help but feel your lips tingling every time you remembered the kiss he forcefully imposed on you. 

"I would love for you and your mommy to live with me, big guy, but I think mommy likes the city, but you two are always welcome here, to spend the weekend or as long as you would like" he said and rubbed Wyatt's arm, seeing his skin was cold and they should probably get back inside. 

"Y/N… Wyatt is a little cold…" he said as he gently placed his big hand on your arm, startling you as you didn't expect his warm touch. "You're cold too. Here…" he told you, carefully handing you Wyatt as he took off his leather jacket and wrapped it around your body. 

You didn't say much as Wyatt snuggled you, clinging to your body and yawning as your warmth spread through his body. You also tried not paying attention to Jack's scent lingering all over it. It smelled like pine, a little bit of cologne, whiskey and him. It used to be your favorite smell in the whole world, but now it only left shattered pieces of your heart behind. You nuzzled Wyatt's curls and kissed his forehead, making him giggle as you two rushed inside as Jack stayed behind to take Silver Pony back into the stable. 

Helen greeted you at the door, you knew Saturdays evenings she went back to her home and would only come back on Monday, she was ready to go, but not without showering Wyatt and kisses and hugging you tight, telling you once again how happy she was to see you and how she wished you would come more often to visit them, you nodded and said goodbye, feeling happy to have seen the woman and placed Wyatt down. You took off Jack's jacket just in time to see him walk through the door and handed it back to him "thank you" you said in a low voice and turned to your son "now you're gonna get a nice warm shower, okay? So we can have yummy dinner" she told him, but he pouted and hugged his dad's legs, who knelt in front of him and stroked his cheek "mommy is right, buddy, you gotta do what she says, it's time for shower because no one likes a smelly cowboy" he winked and tickled his tummy making his son laugh. 

You nodded, surprised at Jack's reinforcement as you expected low of him after he displayed his true character towards you so many times. You just assumed he would always take the easy road in order to be Wyatt's favorite, but it was good he knew you should work as a team and not as rivals. 

You took Wyatt back to the guest bedroom you'd be having through the night as you would help him shower in the bathroom. He was excited to put on his horses PJs after showering, so he could show his cowboy friend how much of a cowboy himself he was. You chuckled, finding it amusing while Wyatt already got undressed by himself and got under the shower wanting to be over with it as soon as possible; though you tried starting it, no stream of water came out and you sighed, as you had no idea how to fix it, you wrapped a towel around your son and went to the stairs, calling Jack so he could assist you. He ran up the stairs as quickly as possible, excitement rushed through his veins as you were addressing him "what's wrong?" He licked his bottom lip and watched you intently

"Shower's not working" you informed him and he nodded and followed you into the bathroom. Wyatt giggled as he saw the cowboy, he shyly hid under his mommy still in his towel, waiting patiently while Jack took a look at things. 

"Seems like this cowboy will have to shower somewhere else and you too sugar. You can take the bathroom in my bedroom, you know where it is and you can use the tub as well" he said with an excited smile at Wyatt "how's that buddy? Would you like to be a water cowboy tonight?" He cooed at Wyatt who nodded excitedly "pwease mommy, i want to pway watew cowboy" he pouted and you agreed, heading towards Jack's bedroom - the one that used to be yours too. 

"I'll warm up dinner while you bathe him, sugar, unless you want my help…" he offered but you quickly dismissed. 

After Wyatt had a blast in Jack's tub and begged you to brush your hair to the side just like the cowboy's, the three of you had dinner together. Helen had been so kind to make your favorite dish, along with some nuggets for your son, who enjoyed every second of it completely oblivious to the tension between you and his daddy. 

Wyatt didn't take long to fall asleep on the couch after the amount of fun and activities he had during the week. He was so happy and enjoyed every single minute of the day and, though Jack sighed a little disappointed as he saw him already fast asleep

"I wanted to show him the bedroom I set up for him… Y/N please, I want Wyatt to keep coming here, you too, of course, so you can visit Helen and Silver Pony, but I know you hate my guts so I won't force you to come any longer, but I want my son around" he said as he sat on the edge of the couch and caressed his hair gently. 

"Why did you come back after so long? I don't understand… I know you've been providing us with money here and there and that you also watched us from afar, but why now?" 

You saw how tense Jack got as he looked down and took a deep breath, ready to speak but then changed his mind as Wyatt whimpered in his dream "this ain't something we should talk about in front of a kid, Y/N… go relax, take your shower and I'll tell you later" he said firmly and very gently picked up Wyatt, asking you to follow him down the hallway where he stood next to a door, which you remembered really well it was another guest bedroom, but apparently Jack had made it into Wyatt's room. He waited for you to open the door as his own hands were busy with your son and your heart warmed at how beautifully he had it made. 

It was of course, all farm themed, with paintings on the wall, all kinds of animal plushies and matching furniture. You knew your son would go crazy once he saw it and you couldn't help tearing up at how thoughtful that place was. Even if things were ruined between you and Jack, maybe he could be a good father after all. 

He covered Wyatt gently and pecked his forehead, turning to you and giving you another sad smile "you should go shower now, we can talk in a little while" 

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Jack waited for you to exit the bathroom in his master room with a glass of scotch in hands and sitting down in the armchair. He felt anxious at the same time he wanted to get things done with you as soon as possible. He knew you deserved the truth, as well as his apologies though he was sure you wouldn't actually accept them, still he had to try. He wanted his son around and he could only get it if you could stand him at least a little, because even if he had blackmailed you, he didn't want to bring lawyers into the game, he didn't want to take things to the court and cause you and Wyatt more distress. He hoped he could make things civil between the two of you and he knew the way of getting into it was being honest with you. 

He could hear the shower running and wondered why you hadn't bathed in the tub, as you loved doing it and very often invited him to join in with you. He felt a wave of lust hitting him, as he thought of all the time you'd spent there together, how you touched each other's bodies, your lips on him, your taste in his mouth, he was so happy and wasn't even aware that would end some day. 

He was so caught up in his thoughts he barely noticed the shower went completely silent and a few minutes later, you opened the door and walked out only in your underwear, completely unaware of him at first. He gasped and felt his mouth getting dry, not expecting such a beautiful sight for his sore eyes, he licked his lips and wasn't sure if he should make his presence known, though his presence was completely explicit as he was sat there a few meters from you, under the bright lights, you were just too distracted, and he knew exactly what had caught your attention: the picture frame he had in one of his shelves. It was you and Wyatt, on his first birthday. 

You didn't know how you missed it the first time you'd been into his bedroom earlier, taking your son to be bathed, but now you saw it: it was a picture of you and him. You didn't know how Jack managed to get his hands on that picture, but it was also quite shocking as you analyzed the rest of the furniture and the wall and you didn't find any pictures of his late wife. Why did he keep your pictures and not hers? It was another Jack Daniels mystery you weren't sure you wanted to find out. 

You knew you would have to put up some clothes and find him, he managed to make you curious and you didn't know until what extent he needed to tell you something serious or if it was one of his games, but once you turned away and walked to his bed to get the clothes you'd left there, you finally spotted him in the armchair. Your heart nearly stopped at the sight of him there, you didn't expect to see Jack and he looked almost as shocked as you did, not believing you were flashing him your body like that. 

"Fuck Jack, what are you doing here?" You raised your voice at him, anger and embarrassment formed a wave inside of you, as you immediately grabbed your towel and covered yourself. 

He swallowed hard and finished his whiskey, looking embarrassed himself and rubbed the back of his neck "I didn't know you would come out of the shower without clothes, well, technically you're covering your… body" he said choosing his words carefully "but I thought you'd be fully dressed and well, you look gorgeous, even better than what I remembered, if it makes you feel any better. 

You scoffed at him and shook your head 

"Gorgeous? You said I looked rough this morning, Jack… you don't have to pity me. Besides, don't forget you're older than me and with the way you drink, you can start kissing your pretty face goodbye real soon, so you will definitely look rougher than me" you spat at him, not caring if that was pretty at all. You caught a hint of hurt in his eyes and that made you feel really proud even if it shouldn't have, but he immediately shook his head and stared at you. 

"I deserved that" he chuckled dryly "but I didn't mean that, and I also didn't mean anything bad I told you before… I am a dick I know, but I knew you hated my guts after I made you leave and I thought to myself it would be easier for me if I just pushed you away, you hate me Y/N and you got all the right to do so, and I thought it would be less painful if I forced myself to believe I hated you too, maybe if I tried hard enough, I'd stop loving you and it would be easier to handle your rejection" he said feeling ashamed and looked down. 

You sat in the other armchair, the towel covering your body as you listened to his words 

"You don't look rough at all, you're as gorgeous as you were the day you walked out of my life, Y/N, you're not a bitch, and I won't get any lawyers, I promise you" he said with a small voice "I've been hurting you so you hate me more, because I will never be worthy of your love again, I lost you, but I don't wanna lose my kid, Y/N, please" he said honestly and watched as you just had a hard expression on your face 

"You know Jack, the first time I saw you, I was already head over heels, you were on a mission and I had no idea, but I saw you approaching that woman and throwing your charm and she refused you. It was kind of funny, but all I could think of was that if it were me, it would've worked, you would have me wrapped around your finger…" you said "and only at the end of the night you saw me… and then when we started dating, I found out you'd been married before, and that's the problem with you, I'm always your second option, and I will always be" you shrugged "it hurts… to know I'm not the woman that's on your mind, that whenever we do something special to know you are thinking of how much you'd like to do with her instead… I don't want my son to grow up knowing he is only here because you couldn't have your first option… I don't want him to feel he has to compete with a ghost, because that's how I felt… that's even how I feel Jack, because do you even hear yourself? You would never do this to your wife…. You would never try to push her away by being cruel like you are, if it were her, you would get on your knees and beg for her forgiveness" you said and got up walking to his bed and getting your clothes. You didn't want to talk to him anymore, you were tired of being that hurt, as you tried leaving, he got up and held you by your wrist, firmly, making it clear you were only leaving that place when he wanted you to 

"The reason why I wanted you and my son back in my life, is because I was shot on my last mission. I tried sabotaging the mission, but the other agent got suspicious and shot me. They took me back to Statesman and Ginger fixed me right, but she still needed to trigger my memory, so she showed me a picture of my wife, God bless her soul, and nothing happened" he licked his lips and stared into your eyes "so Ginger decided to show me a picture of you and Wyatt, and that was when everything came back all at once. Us, our relationship, our life here on the ranch. I was able to relive my memories once more, and when I got back to my senses, Champ forced me into therapy, and you know what the therapist concluded?" Your jaw dropped the moment you saw Jack had tears in his eyes, you had never seen him show that kind of emotion, he was really good at controlling his feelings and he didn't show that kind of vulnerability in front of anyone. You realized he'd asked you a question and as you swallowed hard, you shook your head, answering him. 

"The therapist said I replaced one grief with another; I finally let my first wife and son rest in peace and I was grieving the loss of you and Wyatt, because I couldn't handle the guilt of making you two go away, but he reminded me you two were very much alive and I didn't want to waste any more time, I just knew I wanted my family back, and that's why I beg you for a second chance, sugar"

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A/N: besties, I hope you have liked this chapter and let me know your thoughts, does this cowboy deserve a second chance?

[greekmythcomix]

How-Odysseus-met-Penelope headcanon

Odysseus is a headstrong fellow as we know. His success with the boar and the pride of his grandfather has established his name in the local area, and, frankly, he’s enjoying that fame and finding out who he really is and he neglects getting married. His parents despair of him, because they need their heir to have an heir to prevent them getting usurped by some nobler, richer king from the mainland should a power vacuum emerge, but their boy is getting older and much more interested in gallivanting and hunting with his slave pal Eumaeus, telling great stories in drinking sessions with the other young nobles of the island, and getting into scrapes than he is settling down and providing the grandchildren. Women long-term just don’t interest him. What can a much younger, uneducated, unadventurous partner possibly have to interest him, aside from moments of physical gratification?

 When the hand of Helen is up for grabs, Odysseus reluctantly goes along with all the other Greek kings. He knows he doesn’t have a chance really – he’s the prince of a backwater island and there are kings of literal cities here. But he goes because it’s a chance to meet people, and he does: Lycomedes of Crete, the Amythaonides  Thoas, Podarkes and Protesilaos, Menestheus and Elephenor[1], Ajax, and the Atreides, Menelaus and Agamemnon, who has also come without intention to marry – he’s already married to Clytaemnestra, sister of Helen - but to support his little brother and, presumably, throw his weight around.

 But he does meet someone. Leaning on a pillar near the back of the Megaron of Tyndareus, watching the other suitors argue in front of the king about who has brought the best gifts, he realises a girl is standing next to him, copying his bored recline and crossed arms. He is surprised. Moreso when she nudges him with her shoulder – how forward – motions towards the other suitors and shakes her head in silent laughter. I gather you’re not really here for her, she says. I bet you’re here for no one, she says, though it looks like, for a loner, you’ve made some friends? Odysseus looks to where she’s pointing and sees auburn-haired Menelaus smiling over and giving a little wave.

 He's alright, Odysseus replies, definitely a bit lovestruck but a good sort. I hope he wins. Otherwise he’ll be insufferable.

Hmm, says the girl. Odysseus is instantly intrigued.

What do you think Helen wants? Odysseus asks. Oh, says the girl, after the narrow escapes she’s had already, all she wants is protection, and someone nice to look at. I warned her that might get dull, but she’s adamant. Mostly, I think she wants to be somewhere where she’s not being gawped at all the time, but I’m worried she’s not thinking about the long term.

What about you though? He asks. He speaks without thinking, because, for the first time, it doesn’t occur to him to do so.

 She shrugs. They’re all the same, she says, looking for a prize. I’d rather have a conversation.

 Days later, Odysseus approaches Tyndareus with his plan to protect Helen and her choice of husband from future reprisals from those rebuffed: an oath, to be sworn on the dissected corpse of one of Sparta’s famous horses, joining the suitors together in blood. He’s quite proud of the idea: it’s simple, but looks dramatic and piety will keep it in place. He might have had some inside help with choosing the animal victim that is the symbolic centre of the oath to be made, and now Odysseus has a price of his own for this help: Tyndareus must speak with his brother, Icarius, on behalf of this prince of a backwater island, so that Odysseus might just also return home with a wife.

[1] From the papyrus BKT V.1 28-30 (P. 9739 R) ttps://berlpap.smb.museum/die-freier-der-schoenen-helena/?lang=en#:~:text=The%20surviving%20fragment%20deals%20with,and%20Protesilaos%2C%20Menestheus%20and%20Elephenor.

[johaerys-writes]

Awaiting those fem patrochilles headcanons like a dying rat. No pressure I would just love to hear about them in your style lol

Trust me anon I haven't forgotten about them!!! I can't stop thinking about them in fact afdgsh so here's a few HCs off the top of my head as a treat!

I've seen some folks around here calling fem!Patroclus Cleopatra (an inversion of Patroclus' name) so let's go with that! Achilles would be Achillea.

I like to imagine their story almost exactly as it would be in canon, the only thing changing would be them being girls and a couple things related to that. So Achillea is still destined for greatness and is the key to winning the Trojan War, Cleopatra was still sent to Phthia as a child because she accidentally killed a boy over dice. She probably wouldn't have been one of the suitors of Helen, but she would have still followed Achillea when she chose to go to Troy. Like canon Achilles and Patroclus, the two are openly affectionate with each other and it is a well known fact that their relationship is extremely close and somewhat exclusive (even though they’re still poly and sleep with other people, either separately or together). I haven't decided yet whether Achillea would have a child though, or with whom 🤔

Anyways, all that being said, I love thinking of Cleopatra as this big, buff lesbian that can bench press Achillea any day (and in fact does so, most days 🥵). Basically just think of them as that video of two girls in the gym where the one is doing hipthrusts while the other one is sitting on her lap, that's just 100% them 😩

Cleopatra is very good with her hands and she's basically the one everyone runs to for help fixing things, whether that's weaving or sewing or woodworking or horse harness/chariot repairs lol she does it all!! Meanwhile Achillea is the dreamy, creative one who has a great eye for art and fashion (and a great ear for music of course!)

Like canon Patroclus, Cleopatra is excellent with horses and has an army of doggos, she's the best huntress of the Achaean camp and has been able to tame even the wildest, most difficult stallions. Achillea has learnt a lot from her, even though she could never claim Cleopatra's expertise or her patience lol. She's way more adept at sailing, navigating and swimming (the two often go spearfishing together!)

Before the war, they both go to Skyros together to hide from the army, with Thetis' help. I love thinking that they stay there several months or maybe even years! They become besties with Deidameia and the other girls, and spend most days dancing, training, weaving, playing music, picking flowers and herbs in the woods, etc. It is so so idyllic.

When they finally get to Troy they are UNBEATABLE gosh just thinking of them going to battle together makes me feral!!! Braiding each other's hair in fierce, elaborate warrior braids and helping each other in their armour every morning, then riding their chariot to battle and slaughtering Trojans like nobody's business, true warrior QUEENS 😩 (they also do each other's war makeup before major battles, as a treat 😌)

This might be a little NSFW, but Cleopatra has the biggest, roundest boobas and the softest tummy and Achillea just loves lying on top of her after a long day, just using her gf's chest as a pillow while Cleopatra combs her fingers through her hair 🥹 Achillea has a more slender and sinewy build, almost androgynous, and has that uncanny whipcord strength that makes her a terror on the battlefield (but she still turns into the softest pile of mush when the two are alone hehe....)

They are the BIGGEST gossips and will just stay up late into the night talking about this or that person and laughing until they're dizzy 😂 they're usually the first to know whatever’s going down in the camp, and if they don't, Ajax and Antilochus are there to spill the tea (Briseis often joins them with her own gossip and stories, just picture the three of them chatting idly for hours on end while they repair armour or sew and embroider new dresses and cloaks etc)

That's it for now!! I'll be sure to revisit this if I think of more 👀

[katatty]

Year 1 - Spring - Dowrick (Peasant Fishers)

The Dowricks are one of the largest families in Driftwood. And with three daughters, family-man Thomas is sweating a little thinking about the dowries they'll need…

His teenage girls, Margery and Helen, seem to be competing for the affections of Alexander Harwood, the orphaned woodcutter boy. Helen's the smart one in the family, loves observing the tidepools, and is great at chatting up customers at their shop. Margery is the elder of the two and doesn't care much for fishing (too lazy & clumsy) but she's got a part-time job as a servant over at Mondegreen manor. She can be a little boisterous (and definitely gets over-competitiive when it comes to her sister) - one noogie too many and Alexander was quick to lose his crush on her!

His wife Jillian isn't much of a fisher either, but makes some money on the side collecting reeds and weaving baskets. She sometimes fantasises about being a minstrel or actress, but she's terribly shy so being a fisherman's wife suits her fine. Thomas and Jillian don't really have the best chemistry, but they make a good team.

Thomas' aging father, Daveth, lives with them. He might not like the outdoors much, but he's very dedicated to his work and hold both himself and the rest of the family to high standards. Their youngest, Annie, can almost always be found fishing next to her grandad. Annie's patient and disciplined, not at all like the rest of her family, and might just be the best fisher of the lot.

Meanwhiile Finley, the family's heir, is due to age up soon. He's not found a sweetheart to marry just yet (too busy horsing around with that Nigel Bouldre), but there's no rush. He's been a very active fisherman and helping out with the business too!

The fish are always bountiful in the spring time, and with so many hands on deck the family had no trouble meeting their tax oblgations. It could be a lot more difficult when the girls are all grown up and moved out with husbands of their own...

[hyperfixating-rn-brb]

Haley Reads the Odyssey: A Saga.

I read a truly awful translation over 6 years ago, and now I have to finish it by the end of this week. Most of my experience here comes from EPIC the Musical (go listen now) I am currently halfway through a translation by Emily Wilson. Thoughts so far in no particular order:

Penelope. badass, I love her.

Telemachus is alright, we'll see.

I just love how Athena's first thought for disguising people is to make them ugly and old then when she undoes it they're all younger and more handsome than they were before. like 'oops there you go lil consolation prize for the misery, at least you're hot now' like what?? lowley love it though

I read a full page comparing Odysseus' tears to a widow wailing in grief being taken to slavery after sobbing over her husband's death-- super emotional-- but then apparently no one saw Ody crying except for the dude right next to him? sure ok

Circe is my ideal.

Seriously Circe can i come live with you and your pet lions and occasionally turn men into pigs

Lowkey obsessed with how every time they mention a terrifying death god they say Persephone. Hades is just a sad little guy and I love how Persephone can be the badass queen she deserves to be.

Crying my way through the scenes in the underworld, don't mind me. (don't listen to The Underworld from EPIC while reading unless you want to cry about a fictional woman's death)

I saw a mention of the giants Otis and Ephialtes and literally thought "omg pjo reference." no dumbass pjo referenced this.

did I mention I fucking love Penelope?? yes queen.

Calypso bragging she's taller than Penelope when Ody left is amazing. little victories. He's leaving forever but at least you're tall.

Ok but Menelaus. let men be emotional and weep daily about their maybe-dead friends okay I love that

Helen knocking on the Trojan Horse mimicking the voices of the soldiers wives? GIRL. yes.

some of the girl bosses in this story thoughhh.. even just mentions like Clytemnestra, I love them

[tigergingicat]

I have really, really, really been enjoying EPIC: The Musical by Jorge Rivera-Herrans. Watched the Wisdom Saga release last night. I love the overall theme of "ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves."

That said, I have been inspired to go back and read the related mythology, history, and literature, and now a have a whole lot of things I want to write (or see someone else write):

an essay on how Odysseus, Polites, and Eurylochus were differently affected by veterans' PTSD

a story or essay about Odysseus coming up with the Trojan Horse in desperation to go home

a story about Polites and Patroclus being friends and Polites trying to talk Patroclus out of pretending to be Achilles

a story about Odysseus convincing Helen's suitors to defend her, how he was convinced to come to war himself, and him then convincing Achilles, with all of the troubled motivations involved (maybe as poetry? I've written prose poetry-adjacent fic before...)

I came across some amazing meta about why Artemis demanded the sacrifice of Iphigenia (she wanted Agamemnon to think a little harder about going to war since children and women like his daughter would be killed and raped; it backfired)

A story or essay regarding the point that not a single male adult in this story (except perhaps Polites, who as far as I can tell was invented by Jay) is a good guy and that most of the not-so-great women have noble intentions.

A poem or story about the sheer bitterness that Telemachus and Penelope feel over their apparent abandonment (cf Book One of the Odyssey)

I would also LOVE to see a one-year teen/adult education class based around the Homeric epics - curriculum would include the Iliad, the Trojan Women by Sophocles, The Silence of the Girls by Pat Barker, and The Song of Achilles by Madeleine Miller, interspersed with essays about war, the history of Anatolia, the ethics of archaeology (I hate you Schliemann), finishing up with The Odyssey and EPIC. A teen/adult literacy class could start with EPIC and branch off from there based on the interests of the students.

[a-casual-egg]

With Halloween coming up, I realize that I've never posted about my ACGAS Halloween Monster AU, so let's change that!

The name is pretty self-explanatory, but to explain the au, it's an au where everyone (at the very least, the Skeldale Family and a few friends) are halloween monsters! By halloween monsters, I mean monsters that you'd commonly see on Halloween decorations or in Halloween specials for shows. (Mainly so I don't have to be like, "Well actually, Siegfried could be a centaur because of his love of horses, but Tristan doesn't have that same, like, well-known love for horses so centaur doesn't super work for him, but it'd be weird if they weren't the same type of monster since they're brothers" and because I don't want this to be all angsty)

So let's get to which monster each character is!

James - Frankenstein

Pretty classic/popular halloween monster, and I think a classic/popular monster is fitting for our main character.

His mom is just as (over)attached and (over)protective as in canon, maybe even more so in this au, since in this au, she's the one that sewed him up and brought him to life. I can see there being moments throughout the seasons of characters having to stitch some of James' limbs back onto him (mainly Mrs. H in s1 and s2, then from s3 and onwards the responsibility probably transfers to Helen because she's his wife (I think she can sew, I don't remember.))

Siegfried & Tristan - Werewolves

There are three main things that factor into this decision: 1) they're vets and thus deal with animals, including dogs, a lot 2) they're brothers that live together and wolves usually stay in packs and 3) they both have facial hair and werewolves are (usually) hairy (in their human form).

Siegfried is already the "leader of the pack" in canon, but in this au, it's more direct/pertinent. After all, one of a wolf packs' responsibilities is to look after the wolf pups, like how it's been Siegfried's responsibility to look after his little brother after their parents died.

I can see Tristan uses his werewolf abilities, like superhuman strength, to impress girls along with using puppy dog eyes to get what he wants from/to convince Mrs. Hall and his brother not to punish him.

Mrs. Hall - Witch

While not exactly a monster per se, witches are often lumped together with werewolves and frankensteins when it comes to Halloween monsters, so I'm counting it. Besides Mrs. Hall's medicines are already called witches brews so it feels like a no-brainer.

In this au, along with cooking in the kitchen, she could also be making potions. There'd probably be a big cauldron that she stirs in the kitchen.

I like the idea of the hats she wears out all being replaced by different witch hats as well.

Helen - Scarecrow

This is where I stretch the definition, while not a typical Halloween monster, scarecrows are associated with autumn and harvests and stuff like that. Scarecrows can also easily be spooky monsters(, like a scarecrow in a fun little corn maze coming to life and hunting down people in the maze).

Overall, I just find the idea of the farmers (Jenny and Mr. Alderson would also be scarecrows) being scarecrows funny and cute. It's also fun to me that the like main couple in the show in this au are both sewn-up creatures.

Carmody - Vampire

Someone had to be a vampire. It's like *the* (classic (halloween)) monster. I see Carmody coming from a rich family, and vampires are typically the rich aristocrat monster. (And for the farmody shippers: werewolf x vampire is like a classic ship au thingy)

I saw this idea in a post about a hospital staffed entirely by monsters, but there's this idea of vampires being able to smell like bloodborne diseases, and I really like it, so I'm choosing to believe that Carmody would be able to do that and thus give the practice an edge. Also, I don't know if Carmody would be nocturnal like most vampires or not, but if he is, he'd probably be taking a lot more nightcalls, which would also give the practice an edge.

I think Carmody's bat form would be very cute, too.

[the-delta-42]

The Walking Dead Game What Ifs: What if AJ wasn’t at McCarroll Ranch?

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What if AJ wasn’t at McCarroll Ranch? Prompt Submitted by TheKnowitAll2008 on AO3

Clementine had been gone for a day, when a car pulled up to the gates of New Richmond. Glancing down, Conrad frowned as a blonde woman with glasses got out of the car.

Javi unknowingly echoed the frown when the woman appeared, glancing at Lingard, he started to walk towards her, “Hey.”

“Who’re you?” Demanded the woman, as two more people got out of the car, “Where’s David?”

“Helen.” Lingard spoke up, “Things have changed. Joan and David are dead.”

“What happened?” Asked Helen, as a fourth man struggled to get out of the car.

“Joan was ordering raids on other communities,” Said Clint, walking towards her and gestured towards Javi, “this guy, Javi, removed her from power.”

Javi was glad Clint didn’t bring up that he’d killed Joan.

The final man finally managed to get out of the car, as a toddler thrashed and bit at him.

“Is that AJ?” Asked Lingard, zeroing in on the toddler.

“Yeah,” Helen nodded, “We were attacked, they killed our people and took most of the kids with us. They only missed AJ because he was in time out.”

“Clem!” Demanded the Toddler, after detaching his teeth from the final guy.

Javi groaned, glancing at Lingard, “Do you know if Clementine has a radio?”

R

Clementine froze when she saw McCarroll Ranch. It was in flames, quickly spurring her horse towards it, Clementine covered her mouth and nose with her jacket and rushed into the building. Frantically searching through the rooms and buildings, Clementine felt her stomach drop.

There was no one here. There weren’t any corpses or Walkers. No vehicles, no horses and no weapons. Nothing. Lingard lied. Scowling, Clementine turned and left. She was going to find AJ, even if she had to beat Lingard to a pulp.

R

Absently patting her horse, Clementine looked over the people she’d just killed. They had a ton of supplies, so she didn’t have to worry about not eating for a bit.

“I should really name you.” Said Clementine, looking at the horse and thinking slightly, “How about Peanut?”

The horse gave a snort, getting a nod from Clementine, “Alright, Peanut, let’s find AJ.”

Clementine had just mounted the horse when two girls tumbled into the camp she’d just destroyed. Noting that they were identical twins, Clementine sighed and pulled on of her new guns out, “Please tell me you’re not with the guys I just killed.”

“W-we’re trying to get away from them.” Gasped one of the girls, making Clementine pause, “Please.”

Clementine looked at them, before jerking her head, “Get on.”

Peanut grumbled as the twins climbed on. Giving Clementine a dirty look, Peanut started to trot off.

“Is your horse going to be okay?” Asked one of the girls.

“Yeah, I mean,” Clementine glanced back at them, silently noting that they were pretty, “She was carrying an engine block when I stole her, so I think so.”

The girls stared at her, before the front one spoke, “You… stole her?”

Clementine fixed them with an incredulous look, “Do I look like I’ve had a horse a long time? I only just named her before you two showed up.”

Peanut whinnied, getting a sigh from Clementine, “Don’t start.”

R

Javi watched as Kate stormed up to him, holding a screaming AJ at arm’s length, “He’s a nightmare, you take him.”

The next thing Javi knew, his hand was being mauled by the toddler from hell.

R

Clementine looked at the people on the horses approached her and the twins, Sophie and Minerva.

“Clem,” Sophie whispered in her ear, “They’re with Delta, the guys we’re running from.”

Clementine gave her a backwards nod, as the other horse riders reached her.

“Those two,” Said one, a ratty looking man, “they’re ours.”

Clementine nodded, before pulling out a revolver and shooting the two in the head. Quickly spurring Peanut forwards, Clementine grabbed the reins of the other horses.

“Why’d you do that?” Asked Minerva, as Clementine hopped off Peanut.

“Peanut can’t carry all of us, she’s not strong enough.” Said Clementine, gently shushing the horses, “You two can ride on these.”

The twins shared a look, before dismounting and claiming the horses.

“Stay with me, I don’t want any of us getting separated, okay?” Clementine remounted Peanut, “Hopefully, we won’t get shot at when we arrive.”

“Arrive where?” Asked Minerva, as the three set off.

“Richmond.” Answered Clementine, “I have to talk to someone there.”

R

“We should be in the clear now.” Said Minerva, looking at Clementine over the fire, “We could double back and go home.”

“Marlon sold us,” Scoffed Sophie, “for all we know, the others were in on it.”

“Including Tenn?”

“None of them looked for us.”

“You know, I was planning on sleeping,” Said Clementine, looking over at them, “but I’m starting to find this entertaining.”

The twins both flushed as Clementine sat up, “These Delta guys, how many of your friends do they have?”

“Four.” Said Minerva, after a moment, “Alex, Justin, Erin and Bo.”

Clementine blinked, before sighing, “I’m going to regret this, but if, and this is a big if, we come across them, we’ll free them and get them to Richmond.”

The girls thought they heard one of the horses snicker but ignored it.

“I’d like that.” Said Minerva, quietly.

“Good,” Sighed Clementine, “now shut up and get some sleep.”

“What about watch?” Asked Sophie, as Clementine stood up.

“I’ll take it.” Clementine walked to the edge of the camp, her hand resting on her gun.

Sophie watched after her, feeling uneasy. Deciding to put her caution away, she lied down on the ground and closed her eyes, letting sleep claim her.

R

Clementine looked around for Walkers, as the three of them approached Richmond’s gate.

“Clementine?”

The girl looked up at Kate, who almost looked relieved to see her.

“Hey,” Responded Clementine, neutrally, “I need to have a chat with Lingard.”

“Javi will want to talk to you first.” Responded Kate, opening the gate, “He’ll be in the church.”

Clementine gave Kate a nod, before spurring Peanut into Richmond, with Sophie and Minerva following suit. Dismounting Peanut, Clementine tied her to an old bike rack and walked towards the church.

She was half-way up the steps when a blonde woman with glasses stepped out with a screaming toddler. A familiar screaming toddler. Clementine watched as the toddler hit and kicked at the woman, before clearing her throat.

The woman looked at her, as the toddler kept up with his tantrum, “Yes?”

“Need a hand?” Asked Clementine, as the toddler threw his head back to scream, only to spot Clementine.

“Clem!” The toddler reached out and started to fall out of the woman’s arms.

Rushing forwards, Clementine caught AJ before his hit the ground headfirst. Almost immediately, AJ calmed down and producing small giggles. The woman gaped at Clementine, just as Javi and Lingard stepped out of the Church.

“Why has El bebé diablo stopped crying?” Asked Javi, before spotting Clementine, “Clem, you’re back.”

Clementine nodded, “So, how long has AJ been here?”

“They arrived a couple days after you left.” Said Lingard, “He’s perfectly healthy.”

Clementine nodded, looking down at AJ, “Did you behave yourself?”

AJ blew a raspberry at Clementine, getting a raised eyebrow from the girl, before she started tickling him.

“Did you get whiplash from Clem’s personality change, or is it just me?” Whispered Sophie, leaning close to Minerva.

R

“That’s a terrible idea.”

Clementine sighed, before levelling Javi with a look, “The twins know how these guys work, and Heather—” “Helen.” “—Helen said that they took the other kids there. We go there, we free the prisoners and book it back here. It’s a win-win.”

“How do you know it’s not a trap?” Asked Javi, making Clementine huff.

“Javi, they’re your people.” Said Clementine, as Lingard and Clint watched them, “You can’t just write them off because you’ve never met them. And, besides, they’re children. Do you really want them to end up dead or slaves?”

Javi swallowed, “Don’t you dare.”

“I’m just saying, we have a chance to prevent that.” Continued Clementine, “If we leave them, they’ll either wind up dead or enslaved psychopaths.”

“It could get people killed.” Said Eleanor, scowling at Clementine.

“And, if we do nothing, they’ll just come here later and kill people then.” Clementine looked at her, getting a frown from Clint.

“‘We’?” Retorted Eleanor, “Since when were you part of us?”

“Since we’ll only lead you to them if Clementine’s part of it.” Retorted Sophie, glaring at them, “Delta only attacked you because you threw the first punch.”

“That was the old management.” Protested Javi, getting a glare from Minerva.

“I don’t see much difference.”

“This isn’t our fight.” Said Clint, looking around.

Javi looked around the rest of Richmond’s council, before sighing, “Sorry, Clem, but you’re fighting a losing battle.”

Clementine glared at them and scoffed, “Fine.” Before she spun on her heel, grabbed AJ from Kate and left, with Sophie and Minerva following after her.

R

Clementine looked through their bags, as Sophie and Minerva quietly guided their horses to the gate. After feeling satisfied that everything was present and accounted form Clementine picked AJ up and slung a bag over her shoulder.

“Guys, grab a bag.” Clementine kept her voice quiet, Sophie and Minerva both nodded and took the other bags. Just as Clementine reached for the final bag, someone else grabbed it. Looking up, Clementine saw Gabe holding the bag, “Gabe, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” Asked Gabe, walking over to another horse, “I’m coming with you.”

“No, you’re not.” Scoffed Sophie, as Gabe gave her a look.

“Yes, I am.”

“Why?” Asked Clementine, frowning.

“Well,” Gabe looked around, “I heard about what you asked Javi, and I thought it was the right thing to do.”

Clementine raised an eyebrow at Gabe, “And?”

“And I don’t want anyone else to end up like Mariana.”

Clementine let out a sigh, “Alright, keep up.”

Sophie and Minerva looked at each other, before getting on their horses.

“I’m going to need to get the gate open—” Clementine was cut off by Gabe.

“Kate and Conrad are on Gate duty, they’ve been watching you for the past hour.”

Clementine paused, before looking up and getting a wave from Kate, “Fuck me.”

“Maybe later.” Joked Gabe, getting a swat from Clementine.

R

The small group looked down at a boat, with Clementine letting out a low whistle, “Getting on there’s gonna be fun.”

“That’s if we can get there without being spotted,” Muttered Gabe, as AJ played with the string on his hoodie, “and if we can actually get on the boat.”

“The others should be in the cells.” Said Sophie, handing Clementine some binoculars.

Clementine frowned, looking over the guys on the boat, before freezing on one person, “The woman with the short hair and permanent frown, who’s she to them?”

“Their leader.” Answered Sophie, “She and Abel were the guys that Marlon gave us up to.”

“Abel was that guy you shot in the face.” Supplied Minerva, as Clementine’s frown deepened.

“Is her name Lilly?” Clementine’s question made Sophie and Minerva freeze.

“How’d you know that?” Asked Sophie, suspicious.

“She was part of a group I was in at the start,” Said Clementine, “Then she murdered another member of the group, and we left her behind.”

Clementine lowered the binoculars and looked around them, “So, do they have any other camps?”

R

Gabe grunted as he struggled with one of the raiders in the Delta camp they’d attacked. Throwing his arm out, Gabe grabbed the handle of a gun. Without thinking, he pressed the barrel of the gun against the Raider’s head, and pulled the trigger. Pushing the body off him, Gabe looked around, spotting Clementine nail three people in the head, while Sophie blew a woman in the gut with her shotgun, Minerva had been left with the horses and AJ. With one final gunshot, the last of the raiders was killed. Clementine, after taking a deep breath, looked around.

“Everyone alright?” Asked Clementine, getting a tired nod from Sophie and Gabe, “Good… let’s, let’s get back to the others.”

Tiredly, the three, after collecting some of the remaining supplies, trudged their way back to where they left Minerva, AJ and the Horses.

Looking up from her fire axe, Minerva watched as Clementine, Gabe and Sophie trudged up to them, “Find anything?”

“None of our friends.” Sophie shook her head, “I think us busting out might’ve made them tighten their grip on them.”

“Maybe we should—” Clementine shushed her.

“Did you hear that?” Asked Clementine, pulling her gun out.

The group quietened, with Gabe gently shushing AJ. Then they heard someone step on a stick. Clementine’s gun spun around and fired, someone cried out and fell to the ground. Shortly after disappearing into the trees, Clementine returned with a person holding their hand to a bullet wound in their leg.

“Do either of you know this guy?” Asked Clementine, dropping the person.

“He’s one of Lilly’s people.” Said Sophie, “We don’t know his name though.”

Clementine looked down at the guy, roughly picking him up and shoving him on his knees, before kneeling in front of him, “These two, your escapees,” Clementine gestured to Sophie and Minerva, “they have some of their friends still in your group’s… ‘custody’, how do we get them out?”

The raider looked around them, before he started to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Demanded Gabe, adjusting AJ.

“You… you think they’re alive?” Laughed the man, “All of you were from a bad batch. We cut their throats and threw them in the water. After we finished with them.”

The man continued to laugh his head off, Clementine looked at Gabe a silently gestured for him to take AJ to the horses. After making sure AJ wasn’t looking, Clementine looked at Sophie, “Your call.”

Sophie raised her shotgun and shot the raider in the gut, his laughs turning into screams. Glaring down at him, the three went to Gabe, AJ and their horses, before riding off, leaving the man to turn.

R

Clementine sighed, silently checking the water butt attached to the shack she and her group were using.

Glancing around, Clementine spotted two of their newer group members, Becca and Gill, were carrying some firewood. It’d been two years since Clementine had met the twins and recovered AJ, Minerva had cut her hair short, after Clementine kept mistaking her for Sophie, and AJ had started taking lessons from them. They’d run into Becca first; the girl having been separated from her group after being caught in the crossfire between the New Frontier and another group. Clementine suspected that the other group was the Delta but didn’t think too hard on it. They’d liberated Gill from a Delta camp, offering him a place with them until they found his parents.

Glancing at Peanut, Clementine sighed, the horse was as cranky and temperamental as AJ had been, refusing to let anyone, other than Clementine, ride her. They’d attacked and looted several Delta camps, the twins always looked for any of their friends, finding a couple but they would always attack them. Minerva had killed one of them, Therissa, after the girl aimed a crossbow at Gill.

“So, what’s the plan?” Asked Sophie, when Clementine walked back into the shack, “Because there’s an old train station not far from here.”

“But, it’s near Marlon’s safe-zone.” Said Minerva, “So, there’s a higher chance of us getting caught.”

Clementine frowned, before looking outside, “We head for the station, that last scouting party got a bit too close for comfort.”

The twins both nodded, as Gabe got up, “Shame, I was starting to warm up to the place.”

Clementine gave him a flat look, “Go get AJ.”

Gabe gave her a smirk, before quickly planting a kiss on her cheek and darting off. Sighing, Clementine stepped outside, making sure all the bags were with the horses and mounting Peanut. After making sure AJ was secure, the group started to ride towards the station.

R

The train station was not abandoned, or it didn’t look it was abandoned. Clementine glanced at Minerva and Sophie, before dismounting Peanut and walking up the station’s path. Part of her wanted to call out to whoever was in the station, buy didn’t want to alert any Walkers or antagonistic groups.

“Okay,” Said Gabe, turning around and looking at her, “I think we’re—”

Clementine felt the bullet whizz past her ear, before ducking behind some boards. Clementine heard another shot from the station, before she decided to take the risk and head back to the rest of the group. When she reached them, Becca had been shot in  the arm, and Sophie’s horse had been killed, with the girl receiving a broken leg when it fell.

“C’mon.” Yelled Clementine, quickly dragging Sophie out from under her horse and helping her onto Gabe’s.

“Where’s Gabe?” Asked Minerva, shooting at the station’s windows.

“Dead, they killed him.” Said Clementine, shortly, grabbing the bags off the dead horse, “We have to go.”

Minerva nodded, quickly spurring her horse, “I know somewhere safe.”

R

Clementine frowned at the sign, “The ‘somewhere safe’ is the boarding school that sold you and your sister?”

Minerva carefully adjusted AJ, defensively saying, “It’s the best I could do.”

Clementine gave her a nod, before they quietly rode up to the gates. An arrow pierced the ground, before a young voice yelled at them, “Hold it!”

Clementine looked up at them, before Minerva rode forwards, “Open the gates, fuck face!”

“Minnie?” The owner of the voice was a red-haired boy, “You’re alive?!”

“With some others, now open the gate!” Yelled Minerva, as a blonde girl her age wrenched the gate open.

Without waiting for the blonde to move out of the way, Sophie rode through, bringing her horse to a stop by a flagpole. Hopping down, Sophie grabbed her shotgun and looked around, “Where’s Marlon?”

“Sophie, put that down.” Ordered Clementine, after Peanut drew level with Sophie’s horse, “We’re guests.”

Sophie looked angry but did as she was told. Soon, a red-haired girl, a chubby looking boy, a boy with a massive facial scar and a boy with dreadlocks in a trench coat surrounded them. A minute later, a boy with a rats nest of blond hair joined them. This time, both Sophie and Minerva grabbed their weapons, prompting Clementine to grab the barrels and lower them.

“So,” Clementine glanced at them, “this is the guy that sold you.”

R

Clementine watched as Minerva talked with Violet, the blonde who let them in, while Marlon was being grilled by Sophie and the boy with the massive scar, her and Minerva’s brother Tenn. Gill and Becca were tending to the horses, with the red-haired girl, Ruby, watched Becca’s arm. Feeling AJ rest against her, Clementine wrapped an arm around him.

“So,” Clementine looked up at the boy with dreadlocks, Louis, “how’re you holding up?”

“Fine.” Said Clementine, going back to watching the horses.

“Really?” Asked Louis, dropping down next to AJ.

Clementine sighed, giving Louis a flat look, “Well, I saw my boyfriend get his brains blown out and we’ve been force to come to a place we don’t know.”

Louis winced, “Ouch.”

“Yeah, so excuse me if I’m not sociable.” Clementine felt AJ wriggle into her side, “You okay, Goofball?”

AJ looked up, “Are they bad people?”

“Who?” Asked Clementine, frowning.

“The guys here.” Answered AJ, “I heard you say they sold the twins.”

Louis looked at them, getting a sigh from Clementine, “AJ, just because two people sold their friends, it doesn’t mean all of them are bad. And what Marlon did doesn’t mean he’s a bad person, it just means he’s afraid.”

“But I get afraid and I don’t do bad things.” Said AJ, getting a small laugh from Clementine.

“Everyone’s different, AJ.” Clementine glanced around, “Take Becca, you know how angry Sophie gets at her for hiding her injuries?”

AJ nodded.

“Becca doesn’t like looking vulnerable,” Said Clementine, “So, she’ll hide her injuries.”

“And that’s a bad thing.” Said AJ, looking up at Clementine, “Do all of us do bad things?”

Clementine sighed, her mind going back through how her group attacked and destroyed Delta camps, they executed so many people, “Yeah, AJ, we do bad things.”

“So, we’re bad?”

“We try not to be,” Said Clementine, “but, sometimes, we do bad things to survive.”

“Because we always keep moving?”

Clementine nodded, as Minerva walked over, “What is it?”

“Violet’s invited us to stay.” Said Minerva, “I thought it’d be nice to finally stay somewhere.”

Clementine frowned, before looking past Minerva at Violet, “Alright, we’ll discuss it tonight.”

R

“Hell no.”

Clementine supposed she should’ve seen Becca’s reaction coming.

“We can’t really complain,” Said Minerva, “It’s their home and they’re willing to let us stay.”

“Yeah, but they sold you and your sister.” Said Gill, folding his arms, “Who’s to say they won’t try it again?”

“Exactly,” Becca waved a hand in his direction, “besides, we agreed to fight for our own, no one else’s.”

Clementine looked at the school, “If we stay, we won’t have to worry about finding somewhere to sleep or having a Walker creep up on us, but it means we’ll lose the advantage of staying ahead of Delta and the New Frontier.”

“Besides, you said you’d help up find our groups.” Becca glared at Clementine.

“And we will,” Promised Clementine, “but we’d need a single point to report back to, in case they picked up on our trail.”

“Which makes the school perfect.” Said Sophie, smugly.

Becca gave a derisive scoff, “Whatever, I’m going to get some sleep.”

Clementine sighed, watching as the girl walked away from them.

“I’ll admit it,” Said Gill, quietly, “Delta’s probably killed my parents and staying here does seem nice. And I like I’m not the one who does all the cooking.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Asked Clementine, frowning at him.

“Clem, we’ve said this before, your ‘lizard on a stick’ isn’t food.” Scoffed Minerva, before heading over to the watch tower, “I’m going to join Violet on watch, I’ll see you in the morning.”

R

“Do you ever think about it?” Asked Sophie, looking at Clementine, “All the people we’ve killed?”

“Are you including the people who we’ve abandoned?” Responded Clementine, looking up at her.

“Yeah.”

“All the time,” Sighed Clementine, “We left so many people to die, just so we could escape. We could’ve gone back for them, and escaped, but didn’t.”

“I…” Sophie looked at Clementine, “I think we should stay. I’ve heard you and Gabe talking about it, how he was done running. Maybe… we should try and get in contact with the New Frontier.”

“Yeah, well,” Clementine stood up, “forgive me for not wanting to tell Javi that’s Gabe’s dead.”

Sophie gave her a small nod, before glancing down, “How’s… how’s your stomach? I’ve noticed that you’ve been throwing up a lot.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing.” Clementine waved her hand, “I’m going to talk to Marlon, then talk with the other leaders here.”

Sophie watched as Clementine walked off, before she started rummaging through a bag and pulling out a box.

That evening, after going out on a supply run to that station, the school had a large store of food and other supplies. Clementine, Becca and Minerva had taken Louis, Violet, Brody and Mitch to the station. They got a similar welcome to the on they got the last time they were there, until Clementine managed to nail one of their attackers in the shoulder.

They’d managed to get into the station, finding a man with a New Frontier brand and three others. Clementine, Becca and Minerva put them all down, before they looked in the stores. Minerva recognised the sound of a grenade pin being pulled, acting quickly, she found the object and threw it out a window.

That had the unintended effect of summoning a load of Walkers and taking out a group of Delta raiders trying to sneak up on them.

So, overall, the day had been a mixed bag.

And that wasn’t even starting on James.

R

“Y’know, it’s nice being the home team, for once.” Said Becca, as she aimed her rifle down at Lilly and the group she brought with her.

“You and me both.” Said Clementine, over a radio they’d found, “Looks like they’re tainting their weapons.”

“So, start picking them off?” Asked Becca, as Sophie and Aasim worked on some petrol bombs.

“Yeah,” Responded Clementine, “Min and Vi have the horses rounded up by the greenhouse.”

Becca smirked, before firing a shot straight at Lilly, before picking up the radio, “And the serpent has lost its head.”

Down on the ground, Clementine signalled for Aasim and Sophie to ‘let their children free’. The surviving raiders were funnelled into the grounds by James’s herd, Clementine had stepped out from her cover and shot two of them, before a third hit her left ankle with a tainted arrow. Grunting, Clementine ducked back under cover, before Louis, armed with Minerva’s crossbow, took out the raider that hit Clementine. There were some more gunshots, before James yelled out that all the raiders were dead.

Sophie had jogged up to the group, finding Marlon and Gill dead, Mitch had some burns on his arm, while Violet had her left eye destroyed by a stray bullet and Clementine with a tainted arrow in her leg.

“Minnie, I need your axe.” Yelled Sophie, rushing over and removing Clementine’s shoe. Grimacing, Sophie and Ruby looked at Clementine’s clearly infected leg, “Ruby, I need you to hold the tourniquet.”

Ruby frowned at her, before grabbing some string and using it on Clementine’s leg, “Okay, Aasim, heat the shovel, Sophie ‘n’ me are gonna need it!”

Aasim nodded, as Sophie looked at Clementine, “I’m sorry.”

Then, she swung the axe down.

R

Clementine did her best to glare at Louis. Honestly, she did. But seeing AJ grinning at her staved the anger she’d felt when she heard Louis had taken AJ out. Even if both of them were covered head to toe in mud.

“So,” Violet drew level with Clementine, “how’re you gonna punish them?”

Glancing down, and seeing her missing leg, Clementine looked up, “I’ll come up with something.”

“You’re not going to ask where we went?” Asked Louis, his grin slowly disappearing.

“Nope, James already told me that you were teaching AJ how to swim.” Clementine’s response made Louis glare at James.

“Snitch.”

“Bitch.”

“Hey!” Clementine raised her voice, “Watch your language.”

After getting a couple of mumbled apologies, Clementine looked at Violet, “Since you did Louis’s job, what do you know about that caravan you saw?”

“They had the New Frontier’s mark on them,” Shrugged Violet, as Louis looked put out, “they seem friendly, but looks can be deceiving.”

Clementine nodded, not noticing the look that passed over Louis’s face, “Okay, we’ll—”

Clementine was cut off by Louis wrapping her in a bear hug and smearing mud on her, AJ quickly joined in, pulling some mud out of his pockets.

“—Oookay!” Clementine hopped free, before giving Louis a look, “Grab AJ, apparently it’s bath time.”

AJ froze, before trying to run away, only for Louis to follow Clementine’s orders, “Sorry, buddy, she’s the boss.”

AJ tried to wriggle out of Louis’s arms as he walked towards the dorms.

“Are you and Louis going to wash separately or do you want us to tell Omar you and your boyfriend are gonna be late to dinner?” Asked Minerva, sauntering up to them.

“Shut up.” Clementine quickly left with a red face, as Minerva snickered with Violet.

Next Story: What if Lee’s past was exposed to everyone by Larry?

[imthefailedartist]

Twisters is the second movie, this year, where I feel like it was incomplete.

The movies are cueing up typical moments in the genre and then just not doing them.

They were supposed to kiss, right? That was a very "kiss the girl" coded moment.

I'm not crazy.

When they came to get her out of the car, I was like, wait, this feels like their ending the movie. They can't be ending this movie, not right now. I thought they were going to wrangle another one just to make sure. Also, no horse getting snatched up. Why am I at a rodeo to not see one of them rodeo animals spun round wild? Also, I thought twin twisters were going to be a bigger part of the plot.

Bring back the real lovers. I'm tired of stuff being romance coded to get romance fans in the door, and then the filmmakers snatch the rug out from under us going, "Haha. Bitch you thought".

And you "it's not about the romance. Not everything is about romance" jagoffs, butt out. This is not for you. They already made Twisters without romance, its called Into the Storm (2014). Watch it and stay away from me.

This movie is so heavily coded for romance that it feels like a slap in the face that they don't kiss. They even hint at (J or X)avi was in love with her at one point, too. What the hell is going on? You don't need to trick me into seeing your little movie. I was coming regardless, but now I'm not happy about it. You could've made this a colleagues only affair, and I would've been fine, but this was bullshit. Tyler does so much romance hero stuff.

Catch is, I wouldn't be so upset if this movie ended in the field immediately after the big tornado. Instead, this movie decides to put on a big show of Tyler being at the airport, Kate saying his catch phrase back to him. He makes the "whats she mean by that face" nails his truck to the ground and runs after her as Xjvai cheers for him. What the fuck was that for if they weren't going to kiss?!

You know they messed up because all the actors and director etc. On the press tour are doing the romance isn't the end of their story walk back. Like, yeah, no shit that's why you end it on her plane being grounded because a big storm's rolling through.

Don't piss me off.

Helen Hunt and Bill Paxton close your eyes.

The director saying the movie isn't political is laudable. Every five seconds, a character is saying tornadoes have only gotten bigger and more frequent in the last 20 years. Just because you don't call it climate change don't mean it ain't climate change.

I hated every needle drop in this movie. It was very Netflix reality show.

Also, the guy coming in to snatch up people's land seconds after a tragedy is a bad guy.

[dootznbootz]

do you have a physical description of how penelope looks in your head??

lksjdf OH MY FUCKING GOD I ABSOLUTELY DO AND SHE'S HOT

Thank you for the ask, Niko!!!! :D

Thick straight black hair, no curls AT ALL. (Telemachus gets it all from Odysseus) And basically "Silver eyes" with larger pupils (being a naiad. (Odysseus is a very CLEAR "You're Athena's blorbo" but Penelope is sneaky with EVERYTHING she does. )

I have it where both Helen and Penelope have black hair and blue eyes (I don't want to spoil but it's very important in my fics) but that's where their physical similarities end. Helen's eyes will "strike you down. like her father's thunder" aka her eyes kind of stun you. honestly, if she were to close her eyes she'd be like any other human. still incredibly beautiful but not "bewitching" in "I can now think". Sometimes Helen will close her eyes if she realizes someone is kind of stunned to give them their "mind" back. Penelope's are silvery blue (Athena actually spoke to her before she spoke to Odysseus 😳 it was just by a few months though.) and Odysseus explains it where Helen's are about "force" in a way, as a child of Zeus. Penelope's "water you down" aka they expose you, erode you, like a river would. His eyes are stormy gray.

S-She…She splits his storms clouds 😭 and makes him "reveal himself"!!!!!!

So for the Spartan girls I have "sport talents" as:

Penelope: Swimming (duh), running, boxing (or ancient Greek Pankration!!! Look it up!!! it's neat!!!), She is VERY about swiftness and strategy. Hitting the "openings in armor" type of gal. Weakpoints.

Helen: Wrestling, Javelin, and Spear work all around. Girl is STRONG. She will FLATTEN you. Paris is LUCKY he had the power of god and anime on his side.

Clytemnestra: Chariot racing Horse girl, discus. She's very good with aim and direction...Foreshadowing with a certain axe OwO

And yes, all these girls constantly challenge each other. (Although probably gonna have Clytemnestra older. (my timeline was fixed with your idea, thehelplessmortals 😭))

Because Penelope is into boxing she has a bit of a crooked nose. While she's a naiad and can heal, her nose was one of the first BIG healing she did on herself. It's something she's a bit self-conscious about. (Odysseus broke Irus' fucking JAW in the Odyssey with one blow. I have it where these two were GOOD boxers.)

Because of that she's kind of built like a lightweight MMA Fighter. She's got broad shoulders basically no bust but... if you were to look at her you wouldn't think anything. She's quite short and "small" (the whole being born in a pond thing, one month early. goes with her duck myth) and while she's muscular it's one of those, "She has to flex to see it". (something she uses to her advantage) I like the thought of her being "sneaky" and "unassuming" in every possible way but then pulling the rug out from under you. >:D HOT GIRL SHIT.

With her being a Naiad she's quite pretty. She's like, an "average Naiad" though (she takes quite a bit after her dad). And ofc, she has the sharp teeth and pointed ears!

The thing is though, while in Sparta and other areas, Nymph/mortal marriages are common...Not so much on Ithaca. Nymphs are kind of reclusive there. So when she comes to Ithaca, she kind of intimidates others. :') And people don't know how to be around her for like, the first six months causing her to feel even lonelier than most who leave their homes to rule with their new spouse. (Menelaus has plenty of friends in Sparta for example) other than Odysseus, and her in-laws, who ofc dote on her and adore her. (Odysseus' parents were thankful he finally found someone he actually LIKES. even better that she's really cool.) Odysseus is trying SO hard to make her feel welcome by the whole kingdom though, introducing her to the Naiads there. (was a culture shift at first) but their subjects were...a bit SCARED of her. (also her being from another place.)

Rando: "My king…You know your wife…she uh… she eats raw fish. That she catches in her MOUTH" Odysseus: "And?? She's a better fisher than you ever were."

Rando: "Are you not afraid of your wife's sharp teeth?!" Odysseus: "Fear her grin?? I'm no fool or coward; it's my goal. Say shit like that again and I'll kill you"

That's like, the first 6 months though and their fears go away very quickly after as she does some things that help the island her "coming into her own" as queen :D

People start questioning things again when fertility becomes a possible issue :'( but OdyPen push through all their tough times 😤

[red-moon-at-night]

The Trojan Horse (1961)

Helen and Paris being cartoonishly villainous mean girls <3

I'll put a transcript under the read more:

Helen: Our names are becoming a legend Paris, not only to others but even to ourselves

Paris: So long as they are united. Paris without Helen, is nothing. And Helen without Paris is only an adulteress.

Helen: The more reason for keeping our bond alive regardless of the cost. If we should break it, all is lost. And that is all that Aeneas is waiting for.

Paris: I don't worry about Aeneas. I don't care if he's won the arms of Hector.

Helen: With those arms he has gained the right to express his views in the council of the elders. And I don't want to hear him speak about me, and especially against me.

Paris: He wouldn't dare do that. Even Priam is against him. And I, will be your defender.

[jprgirl]

Best TAJ Episode: Poll 3

Use whatever metric you like! Personal preference, technical aspects, whatever! Feel free to make your case in the notes, and reblog to help spread the polls! :)

Possibly spoilery episode descriptions and screenshots below the cut to help you decide!

S1.E7 - Bad Things Happen

Mike's financial problems come to a head; he fights with Val and storms out. He decides to use his powers, with mixed results: he wins a lot of money, is barred from a casino and makes a new friend in the now ex-croupier. While he is out, news comes that Rob has regained consciousness. Meanwhile, Gaia goes out with her new boyfriend, so Axl and Zeb decide to get drunk - although alcohol has no effect on Axl. Axl breaks into Anders' house, which is well stocked. They are joined by three girls who claim to be Anders' friends, but are actually conquests seeking revenge. They drug the men (including Anders, on his return) with horse tranquilliser - this, too, has no effect on Axl, so they handcuff him to a chair. Once the girls leave the room, Axl breaks free, then threatens them with a knife so that they leave. When Anders recovers, Axl, as Odin, orders him not to have sex with mortals until he permits it. Earlier, Zeb had recovered enough to see Axl break the handcuffs, so finding out about Axl's power.

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S2.E11 - The House of Jerome

The Johnsons are not the only gods resident in New Zealand: Gaia's abductors are Maori deities, who claim her as one of their own. They believe Gaia to be the reincarnation of Papatuanuku, the Māori goddess of the earth and fertility, citing a rival prophecy that the goddess will be the child of a mixed-pantheon union and will wed the Māori god Māui. They reveal that Bryn killed Gaia's parents. The two groups hold a meeting to discuss their rival claims. Meanwhile, Olaf discovers Kvasir living in hiding at the bar. Anders and Helen deal with Natalie, a conservative, germaphobic potential client from Norway, who seems to have ulterior motives for being there. Helen gets rings for her and Anders; Helen wears hers, but Anders declines. Michele shows Stacey and Ingrid the Yggdrasil cutting, and they find it responsive to their feminine energies. Gaia and Axl agree to escape the others' expectations of them, and drive off.

Episode descriptions taken from Wikipedia

[sunlightandsuffering]

Fratboy Eren lures Mikasa to one of his frat parties under false pretenses. He convinces her to come over because he really needs help studying and when she shows up to his house and there is music blaring with people everywhere drunk out of their minds, she's PISSED. But Eren is just like "Great, you're here! Now can you lick this tequila off my abs please🥺"

YES !!!!!!! YES YES YES!!!

Eren isn't going to say he doesn't like frat parties. That would be wrong, immoral even, against the code.

But he is willing to admit that they do get kind of tiring after a while. So many girls, too many different names to pretend to remember, too many people touching him. After a while it just gets well... overstimulating and not in a good way.

There's girls caressing his forearms, begging him to take his shirt off, to be the canvas in which they lick tequila from, and sure, in theory it all sounds fun.

And at any other opportunity he'd jump at the chance, but today, he'd driven several hours back to school from home... without Mikasa to entertain him and supply him with home-made sandwiches. He's simply exahausted and he doesn't feel like fielding random girls from touching his dick while they lick tequila off his abs. It doesn't sound enjoyable in the least.

He just wants to lie down in his bedroom, nure his headache with ibuprofen and gatorade and fall asleep cradled in Mikasa's boobs. Is that so much to ask? "C'mon Eren, get in line it's your turn to be the shot next!" Porco goads him and Eren groans, yeah apparently it is too much to ask.

It's a long shot and honestly, unless Mikasa is nearby there's no way she'll make it in time, but he's gotta at least try.

Eren, 10:11 pm

If i buy you mcdonalds will you proofread my paper on why helen of troy is a babe?

He gets a response a minute later, ever punctual Mikasa and Eren tries his very best not to be smug, because being smug will do nothing but piss her off.

Mikasa, 10:12 pm

If it's on the disgusting sexist way that Helen was treated and how ridiculous it is that the trojan horse is more famous and discussed than her sacrafice....

After a while, Eren simply stops reading, especially when his little spitfire continues to send multiple paragraphs, there's only so much he cares about Helen. Eren, 10:15 pm

That's what it says, wanna come over?

Mikasa, 10:15 pm

Eren so help me god if your paper title is '10 Reasons Helen of Troy is A Babe' i'll kill you.

He doesn't doubt it.

Eren, 10:15 pm

Come over and you can find out.

Mikasa, 10:16 pm

I'm at the library, I don't have time. Every minute they spend arguing is a minute closer to his fate as a shot glass, he can't play her coy little games tonight as much as he loves them. So Eren does something he usually doesn't do with Mikasa, doesn't expose her too because it's a surefire way to turn her bright red and get her hot and bothered, too powerful of a tool to use against his arch nemesis. It's unfair really how well it works. Eren flirts. And shamelessly at that, lets his every thought about her bleed into his texts. Eren, 10:17 pm

You know they say Helen was the most beautiful of them all, a queen among women.

Mikasa, 10:17 pm

Ugh please don't tell me that's a quote you used in your paper.

Eren, 10:18 pm

It's not it's just the truth

but i disagree.

Mikasa, 10:18 pm

why?

Eren, 10:18 pm

becuase you exist Miki, and obviously you're the most beautiful.

that's why i need u to come over

I'm working on my paper about the queen of all women and I need my muse 🍆🍆

how am I supposed to discuss her adequately if my girl isn't here?

Is it probably the cheesiest, dumbest thing he's ever written? Yes. Does it work, hook line and sinker? Also yes.

Mikasa doesn't respond for several minutes, but by the time she does, it's with one frisky little demand.

Mikasa, 10:25 pm

where's my uber, asshole?

Eren, 10:25 pm

on the way 😇

Mikasa is supremely pissed off when she walks into a full frat house armed with books on greek tragedies and her laptop, but Eren makes it up to her.

She arrives just in time to be the one to lick the tequila from his abs

"I hate you," she whispers against his neck as she comes up for a lick of salt and Eren smiles brightly, "Queens get to mount their thrones you know Miki, so get ready, you're gonna ride me later." And boy does she ever.

AHH YES ANOTHER POORLY WRITTEN DRABBLE

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Imagine Male Yandere Artists X Female Reader Creation. Obviously inspired from the Greek myth of Pygmalion…but think of how much worse and complicated it’d get if poor reader Darling was a project worked on by multiple men together…It’s almost as if this is now Greek Pygmalion myth X Helen of Troy myth. Let the war for love begin.

General premise…reader Darling comes to life through the power of the mens’ accidental prayers of love to the goddesses of love. She is everything the men wanted in a woman somehow (dare I say Mary Sue territory, and a sprinkle of Manic Pixie Dream Girl I suppose since she is still otherworldly just being born and all). Doesn’t help that Darling is also enchanting every man she meets across the city too. Her creators all get mad jealous, and fight over who has the true “rights to have her,” (cause we stan men who see women as their property *sarcasm). Climax…the creator men end up offing each other off in the art studio (battle royale style), and their blood mixes together into another art creation they had collaborated on together. And through the power of love and “friendship” (*cue jazz hands), the men are reborn into one, and can pursue Darling more easily. I’ll leave up to you if Darling is genuinely more pleased with this new outcome of the mens’ rebirth, or if she’s terrified to no end of what they’ve become. (I trust your writing skills as always). Either way, no escape for her. The power of love is a formidable foe…

A/N: Some of these asks might be late because I'm trying to brainstorm as for what to do character-wise. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Your body was crafted from clay and stone. Your hair and scalp are threaded from spider webs, horse hair, and human hair. Your body shines with the finest oil. You are the perfect woman. The name on your plague was...well, you didn't have a specific name, so per se. But your creators decided to name your statue Earth's Women. Your name was because of your magical abilities. In the morning sun, your hair is curly, and your skin is olive-brown. By the afternoon, your skin is dark brown, and your hair is so coily it sometimes is in an Afro. During the evening, your skin whitens, and your hair straightens out. By nightfall, your skin is an albino white, and your hair is bone straight.

Because of these abilities, you gained the love of millions around the world. Many prayed for you to be alive. For you to be their perfect woman. Then, one day, the sunlight shining on you made your body crack. Your creators were so upset that they closed the exhibit to fix you. When your creators touched your skin, your statue crumbled. Screams and dust fill the room. Suddenly, your human body rises from the rubble.

"Where am I?" You ask, dust covering your dark skin.

"My God, she's alive," An olive skin man with black curly hair says. "Stai bene?"

You try to move your naked body, but you fall. Your legs are too wobbly.

"Get her a towel, Leon! She's never used her legs before," Ciro commands, rushing to pick you up from the debris. "And bring some bandages and wound treatments too! She's bleeding!"

Several hours later, you are properly introduced to your creators. There are six creators, and they call themselves the Sexy Six. Each one created a body part for you. Leon DiCardio made your head, Ciro Nikolaou shaped your torso and bosom, Aoi Hiroshige crafted your left leg, Matias Dorado sculpted your right leg, Abe Okoro created your right arm, and Caspian Narain made your left arm. Together, six men from different continents made a woman representing every girl.

"So what are you going to do with me, now?" You ask, tightening your fluffy robe.

"We're going to have to hide you from the public. They can't know you've come to life. You're something a leader would start a war for," Ciro says, giving you a cup of water.

"That's a bit unfair, isn't it? If the goddess answered their prayers to have her come to life, shouldn't we introduce her to the public? If we don't, we'd be defying the goddess's will," Leon says, making Ciro think about his decision.

"True. I suppose we could take her out in public. But only if she wears a cloak to cover her face," Ciro says, making everyone happy.

When you walked through the city, you could understand every conversation. Turns out, you can understand every language known to mankind. It was overwhelming, but Matias helped you power through it by distracting you with clothing. Abe took you away from Matias soon after and showed you the foods of every culture. You tasted everything, and even brought back sweets. You hardly even noticed Caspian glaring at Abe before he snatched you away to learn how to dance.

You are simply beautiful to him, to everyone, really. Your skin getting darker and your hair becoming coils under the afternoon sun while you twirl in circles was a scene that magic could've created. In the sun, you are everyone's Cinderella.

"Let's go, Every," Ciro says, dragging you away from the crowd.

"Hey, I wasn't done yet!" You whine, trying to stop Ciro from moving.

"I don't care. You're drawing too much attention to yourself," Ciro replies, putting your cloak back on and walking you home.

When you arrive home, Ciro puts you in a windowless white room. You lay on your bed and stare at the white ceiling.

"It must be nighttime," You say, noticing your hair is straight. "I wonder what my creators do during the night? I wonder what humans do when the sun falls?"

You sneak out of your room and tip-toe to a room with the lights on. You hear arguing and hide behind the wall.

"You can't keep her to yourself!" Matias yells, breaking a glass.

"Says the man showed her clothes like it was a date!" Ciro hisses, making you flinch.

"Hah, please! If you want a date, try Mr. Prince Charming of Oceania! He was dancing and twirling with her in the middle of town!" Matias retorts, making Caspian stand up with fury.

"At least I wasn't trying to charm her with food!" Caspian yells, glaring at Abe.

"I don't see how you brutes made such a pretty thing," Leon remarks, looking at his peers fighting.

"Don't drag me into this, Mario," Aoi insults, making Leon grab his shirt collar.

"Don't call me that you piece of crap," Leon snarls, making Aoi smile.

"You know what, I have an easy way to settle this. Whoever is the last one standing gets to claim Every for their own. I always hated having to share credit for creating her, anyway," Aoi wagers, pulling out a blade.

"Fine by me," Ciro says, pulling out a dagger.

Everyone pulls out their blades, daggers, and knives and begins their battle. You try to stop them, but you get thrown to the side. Cuts and bruises are made, but no one is dead yet. A trail of blood leads to the art room, and you see Ciro stab Matias through the heart. The Spaniard falls to the ground and extends a hand as if he was reaching for you.

"Matias!" You scream, running to his body.

Leon's bleeding corpse is thrown onto you as Aoi is on a stabbing rampage. You glimpse at the hole in Leon's head and throw up on the floor. When you look up again, all is silent. The floor is painted red, and Aoi is the only one standing. He looks at you with a crazed smile and drops his blade.

"You're mine. My work of art. My woman," Aoi says, hugging you with his bloody body.

You can only hug him back in horror. A squelching sound comes from below you, and you see Abe stabbing a dagger into Aoi's back. Aoi slowly releases his hug, then collapses onto you. His blood has stained your whole being red.

"What am I going to do now?! You all were supposed to help me!" You cry, putting your bloody hands on your face as you weep.

You cry until morning. When you awaken from your exhaustion-fueled sleep, you find bloody footprints. Your former creator's latest statue, coined Luno, is missing.

"Where did it go?" You question aloud, getting up from the sticky floor.

"My love, you're awake," A naked man says, coming from behind a wall.

"Luno, you're alive?" You ask, backing away from him.

"Yes, the goddess of love spared mercy on us and brought me to life for you. Through the blood sacrifice of our masters, I am here to be your divine equal," Luno says, kneeling and kissing your hand. "I have all the traits our six masters did."

You snatch your hand away, and trip over Aoi's corpse.

"Princess, be careful. I don't want you to trip over anyone and hurt yourself," Luno says, his face shifting into something similar to Ciro's.

"I don't want anything to do with them! Not after how they killed each other!" You shriek, standing up and heading towards the secret entrance.

"My love, wait!" Luno yells, running after you.

You close the stone door behind you and pant, looking at it. Luno's muscular arm punches a hole through the wall, and his eye looks at you.

"Eve, don't run from me! We are made to be!" Luno yells, breaking more of the stone.

You don't waste any time running away, your feet leaving bloody footprints. You don't know where this passage leads to, but you don't want to be here. Not with him.

"Seafoam?" You question, seeing signs of the sea on the lower walls and stairs.

You get onto the last step and look at the blue water. Luno's heavy footsteps are getting closer, and you don't have time to think. If you were every woman on Earth, surely you could be a mythical creature as well. You dive into the water, swimming till you find the open sea. Your master's blood washes off of you, and you swim to wherever you want to go. Luno, arriving too late, stared at the bloody mist in the water at the bottom of the stairs. In his eyes, a vow to always be yours and always find you is made.

Thus beginning the never-ending cycle of you running from him. An everlasting, divine hunt for the woman with a thousand faces. Prey to be caught for the man with a thousand features.