#like demeter getting a face lift

[nerime]

girl help, they milf-fied the gilf 😔

[prettiestlovergirl]

PRETTY GIRL

tw: MDNI; fem!reader; demeter!reader; light bondage; corruption kink; bathroom mirror sex; bareback; fingering; light edging; unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it)

a/n: loosely inspired by this booktok post i saw about the fmc wearing ribbons in her hair & the mmc using one to tie her hands behind her back and fuck her, sooooo. this was kinda shit but shhhhh. enjoy, my lovelies! 𓆩♡𓆪

whenever people had to describe you, they'd always mention the pretty ribbons you wore in your hair.

it was like your signature look, you always had some matching ribbon tied up into your hair some way with every outfit.

luke castellan was especially fond of the ribbons, they just accentuated how sweet and innocent you were. you were probably the purest thing he'd ever laid eyes on and he wanted nothing more than to be the one to ruin you.

he felt dirty, evil, for wanting to corrupt someone so sweet, almost angelic, like you, but when you showed up late to your regularly scheduled training session out of breath, with flushed cheeks, a basket of strawberries, and a pretty green ribbon tying up your hair... he couldn't bring himself to care anymore.

you'd been just so apologetic, explaining that you and a couple of your siblings decided to go strawberry picking and lost track of time, but all luke could focus on was your plump, pouty lips and imagining what they would look like around his cock. his cock twitched at the thought.

of course, he reassured you that it was okay, that you didn't need to stress. "relax, pretty girl. i get it." he'd cooed, reaching out end tucking a loose lock of hair behind your ear.

you'd been instantly relieved, thankful, that he was being so sweet about your slip up. when he offered to let you use the hermes cabin bathroom to clean the dirt off your face, you obviously told him yes.

luke was always so helpful when it came to you. your knight in shining armor, you once called him. he just always seemed to be there in your moments of distress, knowing just want to say every single time.

all of this led to right now, your body pressed against the bathroom counter, your eyes on luke's in the mirror as he lifted your orange camp tee off your figure and dropped it on the floor.

"fuck..." he groaned instantly, your pretty green bra matching the ribbon still holding your hair up in place. "so fucking gorgeous." he cooed in your ear, making you shiver as he pressed his lips to your neck.

"y-you're sure this is okay?" you asked, glancing over at the door nervously as he kissed down to your collarbone. he sunk his teeth into the skin, making you gasp and moan out.

he marked you as his, creating the first impure mark on your body that only he and the gods would ever know was there.

"i promise, pretty girl. 'm just helping you relax. you were so stressed earlier." luke hummed, squeezing your hip gently to reassure you that everything was okay, that this was all for you.

you nodded, relaxing into his grip as he brought his lips back down to your shoulder. his free hand snaked up your front, pulling your bra down and instantly wrapping his hand around your boob, squeezing.

you moaned out louder, your back arching into him as you leaned your head against his chest. your eyes squeezed shut while he watched your face in the mirror contorting with pleasure.

this went on and on until he was absolutely satisfied with the amount of hickeys on your shoulder and you were a moaning mess against him, your pussy practically dripping through your shorts.

"you're doing so good, pretty girl." he murmured as he brought both of his hands down to take care of your jeans, letting them drop along with your panties and moaning at the view.

your inner thighs were soaked in your own arousal and luke's cock twitched at the sight. he wanted to just fuck you right now, but once again he needed to be patient. if he moved too fast n hurt you, you'd never want to do this again, and that was something he couldn't risk.

he spread your legs out a bit wider, encouraging you to hold onto the counter. "no one's ever touched you here, yeah?" he asked, his voice a bit breathy as he looked at how your pretty pussy looked in the mirror.

"uh-huh." you nodded, your own voice breathy as his fingers reach down and spread your pussy open. "no one but you" you reassured, moaning out as he gently slid a finger inside, your walls instantly clenching around it as you watched in the mirror.

fuck, you were so tight around just one of his fingers, luke couldn't wait to feel how you'd clench around his cock. just the thought made his dick get even harder, if that was even possible.

you gripped onto the counter even tighter with one arm while the other latched onto him. the intrusion was a brand-new feeling to you, but one you certainly enjoyed.

"o-oh, gods!" you moaned, unintentionally grinding down against his hand as he began to pump it inside of you. you whimpered and moaned out, nails digging into his arm and making him hiss in pleasure at the sting. look at you, marking him back.

it wasn't long until you were sagging back against him, forcing your eyes to stay open and watch through your lashes as his finger moved in and out of your pussy.

you became a moaning mess, grinding against him as you started to feel a knot tightening in your core. "mm, luke, i f-feel something!" you gasped, bucking your hips against him. he pulled his finger out, making you whine instantly as your cunt clenched around nothing.

"luke!" you whined, biting the inside of your cheek as you suddenly felt so empty without his finger inside of you. "relax, pretty girl. 'm gonna take good care of you." he cooed, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as you pouted but nodded.

he reached his hand up to your hair, tugging the green fabric holding it up and pulling until the knot came undone, your hair falling down over your shoulders.

"what are you doing?" you asked, your brow furrowed sweetly as he held the ribbon his hand. "just trust me, baby. you do trust me, right?" he asked, giving you his own mocking pout.

"'course..." you nodded, still so confused until he grabbed your hands and started to tie them behind your back. you wanted to ask more questions, but you didn't want him to think you didn't trust him! so you obediently let him tie a knot.

"that's my good girl." he praised, hiding his smirk at how much you really did trust him. "now, this is gonna hurt a bit, pretty girl, but i promise after a minute it's gonna feel so good." he murmured while he fisted his cock.

"o-okay..." you nodded, nervous butterflies fluttering around your stomach as you felt his tip slowly start to probe your entrance. "fuck!" you cried, your eyes screwing shut and your face contorting in pain as he slowly started filling you up.

"fuck, l-luke, you're too.. fuck, you're too big!" you whined, tears welling up in your eyes as you tugged against the fabric binding your hands together.

luke had instantly groaned upon entering your warm, wet pussy. he'd barely got a quarter of his cock in, your pussy far too tight and squeezing him. he wanted nothing more than to push in and start thrusting, but he had to be good, for your sake. at least, this time.

"just gotta breathe, pretty girl. need you to relax." he grunted, straining with the effort to stay still. you whined more, but once his hand connected with your swollen clit, you started to relax.

he pushed in more and more until finally, he was all the way in and your cunt stretched to fit him. "oh, fuck, fuck!" you moaned out, eyes fluttering shut as he finally started to thrust in and out of you.

you were still clenching around him, your puffy walls clinging to his cock like a vice while he held you hands behind your back. he moaned as he got rougher, finally just unable to help himself. you were too wet, too tight, too fucking good to keep moving so slow.

"tell me you're mine." he commanded as his thrusts got a bit harsher, his grip on your hips tightening as you whined out. "fuck, fuck, 'm all yours! all yours!"

he thrusted quick and rough, his eyes firmly glued to the mirror so he could watch the way your wet pussy created a creamy white ring around his cock when he thrusted into you.

this went on and on until you started to feel that same knot building up again, your hips bucking against his as he thrusted. "f-fuck, luke, it's h-happening again!" you moaned, his thrusts getting faster and faster until finally, you came on his cock, soaking him in your juices.

he continued to thrust faster and rougher, now chasing his own high as you whined over the sensitivity. "fuck, baby, fuck, pussy's just so fucking good!" he moaned, until finally he pulled out and covered your back and arms in ropes of his cum.

you all but collapsed against him, panting heavily as you turned to bury your face into his neck. he held you just like this until you caught your breath and came down from your high.

eventually, you both got cleaned up and redressed, your legs already sore as you walked out hand and hand.

you hadn't noticed at the time, but your pretty green ribbon never made it back into your hair. instead, it was tied neatly around luke's free wrist, making sure everybody knew exactly who you belonged to.

ᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ @ᵐᵘʳᵘᶠᶠⁱⁿ

[kaciebello]

Offspring garden

Masterlist Luke Castellan x Demetre! reader (fem) Summary: Luke and the reader are the unofficial parents of the camp, whether they like it or not. Warning: Non, no use of y/n author note: English is not my first language so I am sorry for any mistakes beforehand. Proofread by me and me only (Ｔ▽Ｔ ) Requested! word count: 1.2k

“LUKE CASTELLAN” A yell could be heard throughout the whole camp. The boy in question lifts his head from his sword to look for the source of the noise. Only to see a familiar girl with an angry scold on her face. He stands up when he sees her, dragging two familiar boys behind her. He just signs and makes his way to them.

“Hello, honey.” He says, hoping to de-escalate the situation. She just huffs and points a finger at him before turning to the two boys who were now looking at the floor in shame.

“Don't you even dare to sweet talk me, Luke?” To him this was comical. The Stroll brothers often did something they shouldn't, they however did not get caught that much. No, seeing them being scolded by a girl who’s just a few years older was funny. She resembled a mom giving a lecture to her children She turned to him again.

“Keep your siblings in check, because if I catch them again in my garden-”

“You're gonna what?” Luke says, coking his head to the side with a smile.  Her eyes narrow at him as she steps closer. The boys yelp out a little ‘ sorry, mom’ teasing tone in their voice, as everybody noticed some of the younger kids calling her that by accident during the campfire last night. She ignores them and takes our step to Luke. He secretly waves his arm at the boys and they scatter away as quietly as they can, although few giggles leave them anyway.

“Don't try me today Luke, we have so much to do and I don't have the time or the patience for this. And you, you are- Luke where have they gone?” She says her eyes flipping between him and the place where the boys were standing a minute ago. Luke just shrugs and smiles. The girl sighs placing her shaking her head.

“You can’t just let them go, I brought them here for a reason.” She says kicking a stone with her foot. Luke took her hands in his, wrapping them around his neck. Now that he had her undivided attention he rocked them back and forth.

“They're just kids.”

“Cheeky, that's what they are.” Luke just laughs. Leaning in, their noses brush on each other. Before Luke could continue, a pair of giggles were heard before the water fell on them from the top of the Hermes cabin. In shock, the pair steps away from each other and look up. There they were, the Stroll brothers, with two buckets of water having the time of their life.

“LUKE!” He's not sure he can get them out of this one.

—

Being the counselor of their cabin did give them an advantage. Granted, it was more work than the normal ‘training to be a hero ‘ thing. The older campers however did not mind, because it meant they got to call light out. Now the Demeter cabin went to sleep almost as soon as the sun set, not fans of the dark. The Hermise cabin, however, is quite the opposite. If they had to pick they would switch the whole camp to night one. 

However, it was not unusual to see the Demetre cabin counselor at the Hermes cabin after she called light out on her own. Not that Luke was having a problem with his cabin, no. Well kinda, it's always hard for the new kids, and he and his siblings are more mischief than anything else. The friendly face of the Demetre kids makes them calm down and fall asleep despite the noise.

He was leaning on the doorframe, his eyes glued to the girl reading kids' stories. He was supposed to keep an eye on his siblings. That was their deal. But he only started to pay attention to them when a shirt was thrown in his face. Taking it down and looking up to try and find a culprit, he finds Chris with a smirk on his face. Luke just rolls his eyes and throws it back. Making his was the girl who was tucking in the last camper. His hand lands on the small of her back as she straightens.

“ All done?” He whispers although it is useless when he hears his sibling laugh at full volume. The girl looks up at him and nods. Turning and making her way to the cabin door. Luke follows her very close by.

“Will you walk me back?” She asks, playing with his bracelets. 

“Why? Scared of the dark?” He cocks his head to the side. Only receiving a glare from the girl. Before she can answer one of the Hermes girls pipes in.

“You have the same conversation every night, You are boring as an old married couple with kids.” She says before letting her head hit the pillow. Both Luke and the girl look at her. The Demeter girl shakes it off before he does. Letting off his hand and clearing her throat.

“Alright, that is enghou, lights out!” She said, making sure everyone could hear her. Some kids listened right away and some hesitated before laying down too.

“But you not our-”

“I SAID LIGHTS OUT.” The light switch was flipped to the end she said. All that could be heard was the cabin door opening and closing, indicating that the two counsellors had left on their adventure.

—

They were both sitting on the floor. Her back was pressed to his chest as she sat between his legs. Watching Annabeth, Percy and Grover fool around the arena. Luke insisted they needed training, although he was not teaching them anything. The girl opted to read her book, as this is as quiet as it gets around the busy camp.

“What do you say we go on an adventure next summer,” Luke says catching her attention enough to listen but not enough to put away her book.

“Chiron is not letting us go on a quest Luke.” She says nonchalantly. Luke just shakes his head and his hand goes to play with the corner of the book.

“No, I meant like, go and have a trip, Europe maybe.” He finishes and the girl chuckles. Turning over a page before finishing her chapter. Make sure she places a bookmark before closing the book and putting it aside. She leans even further onto him before answering.

“ As if Mr. D is gonna let us leave. We basically run the camp for him.” She says and Luke laughs. His arm now resting across her chest, both watching the trio who were playing some kind of game. It looks like a twisted version of Marko Pollo as Annabeth kept going invisible to confuse Percy even more. Luke leans down and kisses the girl on the forehead. She looks up at him with a smile before reaching to pat his head and tug at the base of his curls.

In bliss they sat, soaking in the sun. A quiet day where they get to be teenagers. All, however, comes to an end when someone yells out ‘Mom’ and all heads turn to her. The girl can just groan before getting up and following the sound. Flowers blooming in her hair out of frustration. Luke does not stay that far behind

[lila-went-missing]

Because of Her

Small Clarisse drabble I made while watching Are Your Afraid of the Dark? season 3 cause I'll watch anything if Diors in it. It's not that great but I have a fic coming that's slightly similar to this but more frenimies to lovers if that makes sense.

Pair: Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Demeter!Reader

Clarisse La Rue had a reputation to uphold. She never lost a fight. She was never soft, never kind. Always ruthless, cold, and calculating. She was a daughter of Ares if nothing else, that was for certain.

But that all came crashing down the day she met you. The moment her eyes met yours, she knew she was fucked. Your sweet, caring gaze had her locked in. In an instance she was wrapped around your finger.

She would never admit it, but everyone knew she was whipped. Except you, the one person that mattered.

Over the last four years of you being at camp, you two had become extremely close. The fact that you hadn't realized how infatuated your best friend was with you, baffled everyone you knew. You saw the way she stared at you, but that was normal for best friends, right?

She fell more and more in love with you every day. That's what brought her to the strawberry fields. You were knelt next to one of the bushes, picking the ripe berries and tossing them into your basket. Her footsteps broke you out of your trance as she crouched next to you.

"What'cha doin', pretty girl?" A smirk graces her lips as she looks at you.

"Pickin' strawberries. Where've you been, Clar?" You giggle as you look up from the bush. She swears it's the most melodic thing she's ever heard.

"Training a couple of the new kids, you know how long it can take. How about, I make it up to you? How does that sound?"

"Really? How?"

She doesn't answer, she just grabs your hand and pulls you up to your feet, dragging you away from the fields and into the woods. You laugh as you're led through the trees. After a while she slows, walking side by side with you. Her hand never left yours, pulling you closer to her.

"Where are we going?" You ask, smiling up at her.

"You'll see, we're almost there."

Soon, you came upon a clearing in the woods. There was a blanket laid out with a basket on it, surrounded by flowers.

"It's the anniversary of the day you arrived at camp. I figured we should celebrate." She whispers in your ear, coming behind you with a hand resting on your arm.

"Clar!" You turn to face her, wrapping your arms around her neck. "Thank you!" Her arms come around your waist, pulling you into her. She lifts you up off your feet, carrying you over to the blanket. 

“Of course, pretty girl.” Your placed back onto your feet, sitting with her on the ground. 

“This had to take you ages!” You marvel as everything she’s brought, lemonade, all of your favorite fruit, minis your favorite kinds of sandwiches.

“It was worth it for you.” Your eyes meet, her hand comes to your cheek, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s all worth it for you.”

The breath is knocked from your lungs as you stare at her. Looking in her eyes feels like swimming in pools of honey, getting lost in the sweetness she only presents to you. The care only you are worthy of. Suddenly her lips are on yours, it takes you a minute to realize and by the time you do she’s pulled back. 

“I- I’m sorry..fuck, I don’t know-” She’s cut off by your lips against hers. It’s passionate and soft, yet hot and fiery. The perfect combination of both of you. Her hands land on your cheeks and pull you furth into her. You could get lost in the way her lips feel, the taste of her cherry chapstick on your tongue. 

“Clar..” You’re both breathing heavily when you pull away.

“I should’ve done that way sooner.” She admits. You nod in agreement. 

“Why didn’t you?” 

“I didn’t think you liked me like that. Thought you’d hit me and run away.” 

“I could never run from you. Even if I wanted to, I think I’m pretty stuck with you.” You smile, your hand moving up to her neck.

“Yeah, you are.” She smiles back, kissing your cheek 

“Well, we better not let this food go to waste..” You laugh softly, pulling back. She rests on her hands.” Yeah, this took me hours, you better eat it.” 

Another laugh escapes your throat as you pop a piece of fruit in your mouth. “I thought you said I was worth it. Here I was thinking I was special.” Her foot nudges yours. “

“You know you are.” 

The food is divine, and you have more fun than you have in a very long time. The flowers around you seem to bloom more, color saturating more, reflecting on your mood. The breeze is warmer. The trees sprout more leaves. And it’s all because of her.

[cranberryjuice-posts]

Kissin I hope they caught us

Pairings - clarisse x fem! Daughter of Hecate reader

Synopsis - secrete relationship

The Ares Kids scoffed as clarisse shoved them out of the cabin.

“This is our cabin to you can’t just kick us out when you want” kyler complained as he grabbed his shoes. Clarisse on the other hand didn’t care.

“You should be thanking me since your lazy ass can’t even swing that sword correctly” she shoved a sword into his chest. “Train and maybe I’ll let the rest of y’all back in— you all have been slacking and that’s clear since the other team has beaten us three fucking times this past month in capture the flag, get your act together”

The rest of the cabin didn’t say anything in response just quickly moving out. Once they were gone clarisse leaned back against the ladder that leaned upstairs.

“Hey”

“Holy shit!” She yelled. You stood behind her laughing, being a daughter of Hecate you had some minor godly abilites some being witchcraft and shadow travel. “How many times to I have to tell you to stop fucking sneaking up on me like that” she complained but wrapped her hands around your waist and place a light kiss on your lips.

You giggled and wrapped your arms around her neck before mumbling against her. “Yeah Well you love me so you’ll get over it, and I’m on time this time 9:30 am” you grinned against her lips.

She just chuckled and put a hand to the side of your face looking down at you with such a soft look that if anyone else saw it they wouldn’t believe it was her, her face soon turned more sarcastic however. “How does your mommy feel about you making out with the daughter of war”

you raised an eyebrow. “And How does your daddy feel about his favorite daughter making out with a Demi-Titan”

Clarisse scoffed. “Don’t call yourself that, your as much of a demigod as anyone else here” you rolled your eyes. “Ok Claire”

“I’m serious y/n—“

“Clarisse what is Hecate”

“A goddess” she answered almost as if it was fact. You however gave her an unamused look. “Fine she’s a Titan — but she has an honorary spot among the Olympians because she sided with them in the fight against Kronos making her a goddess”

“Still she’s a Titan so technically I would be a Demi-Titan theres nothing wrong we me admitting that and do you really think I give to shits what anyone else thinks” you leaned into her once again and kissed her. Clarisse Just sighed in defeat into the kiss and pulled you closer.

Soon you found yourself in clarisses bed which was a single bed in the corner of the upstairs part of the cabin, she had a curtian nailed to the wall for more privacy as her cabin was mostly guys and he bed placed against the window.

You sat on her waist while both of you continued to kiss. A few sly and sarcastic remarks here n there but that just made it all the more enjoyable.

You tucked a stray curl behind clarisses ear. “You know your pretty right”

“You tell me Everyday” she sarcastically replied but you just hummed. “Yeah Well It’s True”

The ares cabin door loudly opened and clarisse groaned knowing her siblings were back. “Fuck” she scoffed.. Clarisse moved you off of her and stepped out of her bed making sure the curtian was closed before looking over the side of the railing. “What the hell are you doing back so early?”

Her siblings didn’t noticed clarisses disheveled appearance. Mark spoke up. “Paula got into a fight with a Demeter kid so Chiron told us all to go to the cabin for the rest of the day because he didn’t want us to cause more problems.” Clarisse let out a pissed off sigh.

“Whatever” she groaned and went back to her bed.. Clarisse lifted the curtian slightly and slid in. she leaned into you and kissed you softly before whispering. “Get outta here k.. I’ll see you around”

You nodded and kissed her Mkay” before you left however she grabbed your wrist. “Sneak back in later tonight” with that clarisse let you go, watching as you disappeared into the shadows

——

The camp was down at the lake, they were all either swiming- in the canoes or on the rubber mats in the water.

Clarisse snuck away from her cabin and walked into the woods.. she saw you leaning against a tree and smiled. She grabbed your waist softly and pulled you into a kiss. You pulled away and giggled. “Mm careful clarisse my girlfriend likes to beat up people”

Clarisse Rolled her Eyes playfully. “Oh No, we better not get caught then huh” you giggled as she leaned in to kiss you once again. You gently tugged clarisses hair to mess with her, laughing into the kiss as she pinched your sides.

“Y/n where a—“ an aphrodite girl paused when she saw the scene. You shoved clarisse back some embarrassed.. you watched as the daughter of Aphrodite ran away worried that the cat was now out of the bag but clarisse didn’t seem to mind. “Lise” you complained and pushed her head off your neck but she just gave you a sarcastic look.

“Hm”

“We Just got caught by drew, drew Tanaka Aphrodite girl?! Lise she’s gonna tell everyone”

Clarisse Just shrugged her shoulders and continued to kiss you. “Whatever i hope she tells everyone, gives me more of a reason to show you off” she kissed your cheek before kissing your lips once again.

“Huh” you panted confused. Clarisse pulled away with a raised eyebrow. “Did I stutter? I wanna show you off, not let anyone else mess around with you”

She laughed at your blushing cheeks “let’s get back before the camp thinks we’re fucking out here, we both know how drew changes the truth” she grinned and grabbed your hand leading you back to the camp.

[raphael-angele]

If Hades raised Nico and Bianca and took them to Camp later-er

Nico's Garden

With Hades raising Nico and Bianca, it means that they were also raised by Persephone. Now, whenever Persephone was away for spring and summer, her garden would be attended by Nico since Hades would be too busy and he would often take Bianca along to train her for...the throne. Nico would come along sometimes but he doesn't like just standing around, watching his papa work.

So, Nico would go to Persephone's garden and take care of her flowers while she's away. Which is also how he discovered his powers.

"Oh no..." Persephone heard Nico whispered under his breath. "Nico? What's wrong?" She asked, tending to the other corner of the plant box. "Nothing!" Her step son shouted, a bit panicked. The goddess heard whispers of 'please' and 'no' from him. Slowly and carefully, Persephone walked over to Nico's side of the plant box.

When Nico noticed her presence, he turned to face her, hiding something behind him. "Nico, what happened? Did you hurt yourself?" She asked, kneeling to his height to inspect for any injuries he may have sustained. "No, no, I'm alright. I'm not hurt." He said. "Then what's that behind you?" The goddess asked, trying to peer over his shoulder. When she turned back to look at him, tears brimmed his eyes. "Please don't be mad." He cried.

"I promise I wont get mad, Niccoló. Let me see." Hesitant, Nico stepped aside. Behind him were her favorite flowers. She and Nico had planted these some time ago before leaving last spring. They were wilting. The yellow pigment had faded off to a brownish color and the petals began to fall off of the flower. They drooped down, and the leaves looked crusty.

Persephone quietly gasped and looked at Nico. He fiddled with his fingers and looked at the ground. He didn't want to face her. "They just... all of a sudden." He murmured. Persephone's face went from horror to a soft look. As the goddess took a step forward, her child took a step back.

"Nico," she called, stretching her arms out for an embrace. The small child couldn't help but do so. Persephone lifted him up and placed him onto her hip. Fearing of making things worse, Nico curled up into his mother's arms, and kept his hands tucked under his forearms and buried his head in her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Mammina" he cried.

Later on in camp, Persephone and Hades visit Bianca and Nico. While Hades watches as Bianca is training in archery, Persephone wanders around the garden run by the Demeter kids. She watches as they work and go around the place then she spots a small ball of black hair working with them. As it turns out, Nico has been helping them with the garden for some time now. Despite the multiple invites to tend to the plants, Nico was always hesitant and didn't accept unless he was wearing at least 2 layers of gloves.

In her human form, of course they don't recognize her. But Nico sensed her immediately and looked over and waved hi.

[rice-pudding-slaps]

CATS SANTIAGO 2024: My review and experience

On July 12th I saw CATS Santiago on opening night. And I had the best night of my life

I'm sorry for the very late thoughts, but life has been a bit hectic and I have a lot of stuff to say.

If you have any other questions please do send an ask about it because I'm very excited to talk about this production

Also excuse my grammar as english is very much not my first language

TLDR: I absolutely loved it. I cried tears of joy

The General Stuff:

The stage was very tiny. But they made up by using a staging and set very similar to the Warsaw one with big climbable structures so the cats had a lot of places to go

The costumes were changed from the press releases. If you've been following along the ride, then you'd probably seen more or less how the characters are supposed to look. Sadly not all of the changes were to my liking, but none of them I outright disliked.

Bomba and Tanto lose their long wavy hair. Bomba had a wig more similar to the classic cat shape, and Tanto just had a short bob-ish hair

Exótica changed her full white face make up for one that showed her natural skin tone and it was a much appreciated change. She looked beautiful.

Misto's wig also got changed from the classic shape to a sleek silhouette with two horn-ear thingies that were buns on his head

Also Vic lost her bangs and changed to some buns on her head

Jemima's wig also changed from being very short and spiky for a very fluffy and kinda cat shaped hair. I liked it!

Jellylorum made an appearance cuz sadly I didn't have her portrait and she had long straight hair and a knitted shawl which was adorable

Also another ensemble character played by Alexis Sepúlveda, whom I had no idea was in this musical. My guess is that he came along because Andrés Zará, the first Tugger, is leaving after the Santiago shows and won't be joining the tour.

Another important change is that a lot of the characters are plainly different, as it often happens with non replicas

First off, the Alonzo debacle. In this case, Alonso (With an s, as is more often written here in Chile) is a kitten that is following Munkustrap all the time. He is very much a "protector in training" kind of type. Very childish and moving a lot with the other kittens, even if he's supposed to be a second in command. Very similar to Plato in 98 or other replicas

Then it's Pouncival, that Fernando Vargas, who plays him, defined as "A cat in transition from childhood to adulthood. He admires and respects everyone who are his guides and protectors. Athletical and energetic". He is very often during the play in the forefront, and is the cat who is always on alert and besides Munkustrap too.

Coricopat also had a bit of a change in his usual place as the mysterious part of a duo, since he was very often close to Victoria and was who did most of the lifts with her. He would often "split" himself between Tantomille and Vicky, and honestly it was eyecatching everytime. They stole the stage.

Sadly is not customary to give playbills or similar to attendees, so I couldn't get any. However, I do have a very special memento that I'll share later.

Now, song for song, I will give my thoughts

THE OVERTURE:

There wasn't the usual yellow eyes nor cats coming from the audience. It was only the orchestra giving it their all and that's more than enough for me.

Needless to say, I was already crying when the overture started. It was starting to hit that I was watching CATS.

Everyone jumped when the starting chords hit and I didn't flinch because I am a bit used to it and was just awaiting for it to start. I was already into overdrive

JELLICLE SONGS FOR JELLICLE CATS:

First big difference is that it wasn't Demeter the one who appeared first, but Exótica! Not a major change, but one that I noticed

Needless to say, the second Munkustrap started singing I was bawling. My deepest apologies to the cast that only saw me cry that day oh my god.

The translation was a bit of a mix and I don't mean in quality, it was a literal mix of the spanish translation from 04 and the mexican translastion. I didn't notice at first, but after rewatching Madrid 04 for insanity reasons, some phrases that were not direct translations but artistic choices started to come up. It's honestly a shame, since the 2014 version did have an original translation done by Andrés Sáez, who also did this one. I don't really know why or how the process was made. But it didn't sound clunky nor unpleasant. Unless you're a bit insane like me and like to compare spanish versions of CATS for a hobby, you wouldn't even notice lol

Since moment one all the character's personalities were noticeable. And since I was on the first row, middle seat, I was always looking directly at Munkustrap at all times. This ended up being my favorite part of the show

Back to the song, the choreo was completely original with few traces of Gylliann Lynne's. Which is understandable because the stage was *far* smaller than the ones in the UK. Third world things! It stil worked amazingly well and all the actors had their time to shine.

There were a few audio troubles but nothing I cannot forgive for being opening night.

Also -Misto doing some conjuring turns ln the middle of dancing cats is gonna live in my mind rent free

NAMING OF CATS

For starters, it wasn't done in a "pyramid" position, but all the cats were around the stage doing their thing. Mostly crawling around and doing kitty motions.

Thank GOD it was all clear and I could understand everything lol

Good things, the Cats that were named actually gestured at their names being called. So, Alonso, Demeter, Bombalurina, Munkustrap, Coricopat and Jellylroum did a little paw thing when called or beamed with pride.

Munkustrap's voice was the one you could hear more clearly and it was very much hypnotic.

It has some choreo and some kitty acting and it was amazing.

They did end up in a "pyramid" which was hypnotizing and yes I teared up too because I'm pathetic like that

VICTORIA'S SOLO

What can I say? Rosario Muñoz hit it out of the park, she was absolutely gorgeous and did wonderfully. I could tell she was a bit nervous but again I was like. a couple meters away. She did amazing

It was Eduardo Yedro's choreo, which is more about equilibrium and stretching. I would've preferred the original but it was absolutely gorgeous nonetheless

INVITATION TO THE JELLICLE BALL

Misto entered and they danced a bit (Even with a lift!!!) and it was really cute 🥹. Afterwards Asparagus sang the invitation!! His voice was really nice

José Miguel Callejas' Munk can ruin me uh yeah

But on his performance? Absolutely perfect. One of my favorite parts. His voice was very soft and he looked so excited. If Gruber is your dad and Rebaldi is your cracked uncle, Callejas is like your older brother that knows what he's doing but go to you when you're in trouble and won't tell your parents.

Jesus, back to the Invitation. Victoria and Coricopat danced in the background and it was mesmerizing.

THE OLD GUMBIE CAT

Again, Munk's performance was lovely. He was very excited to be there for sure.

There wasn't a car in the set. Jenny entered being wheeled in by Alonso and Asparagus in a big speaker that was revealed to have Jenny inside. Her coat was lovelyyyyyy it was very fluffy and looked really soft

The Gumbie trio was angelical, truly. They did so good and they all danced and sang like they MEANT it. Piamaría Silva was such a highlight for me, her voice was the one I could hear more clearly and also the highest pitched one, and she had a giant smile all the time.

Alonso was very munch cuddly with Jenny, very much a spoiled kid lol

The cockroaches were adorable!!! They only had antennae but they were very much visible. And the choreo was super fun with the usual tap dancing but also some elements of "rondas" in there. Also Munk followed Jenny around trying to keep things in order and it was really cute.

Important!! During the dance they paired up for a second to dance and Munk paired with Jenny and it was ADORABLE

JENNY'S DRESS WAS LIKE A 20S FLAPPER I FELL IN LOVE 😭

And at the end Munk had to fan some air into Jenny until he got distracted with Tugger LMAO

RUM TUM TUGGER

Andrés Zará was absolutely amazing oh my god. He was the right amount of sexy and funny. He was very much sold on being a rockstar on stage with hip thrusting included! Not a surprise, since is his second time playing the curious cat, but always needed to praise him for his talent. Sadly he's only staying for the Santiago shows and not the rest of the tour.

All the kittens were absolutely adoring Tuger, both toms and queens. Munkustrap looked to be absolutely on board with his shenanigans, too! Everyone had a great time, seemingly, except Skimbleshanks and Asparagus lol. They ended up joining on the fun too from the back of the stage tho!.

Is very important for me to mention that he came on the stage with a giant baseball bat and hit a "home run" in the middle of the song lol. Fun addition of the original choreo!

Etcétera was absolutely on point too lol big props to Teresita Rojas for making herself noticeable (Even if for the first half of the first act she didn't have her blue jacket)

GRIZABELLA THE GLAMOUR CAT:

Well, first things first, absolute props to Carolina Soto for her interpretation of Griz. She was absolutely on point.

Onto acting stuff. Demeter got close to Griz as usual, but was taken away in a swift motion by her waist from Munkustrap. This lives in my mind rent free and will not let me sleep. Alonso actually attacked Griz point blank lol. And it was Exótica who did the dancing around Griz similar to Cassandra on 98. Victoria actually tried to touch her but backed down.

Back to vocal performances, I have to say I am in actual love with Andrea Rodriguez's Demeter. She sounded so pained to see Griz in that state. And also her pronunciation of english places was incredible oh my god, I did not expect that at all. Montserrat Bernal's Bombalurina has the sweetest most pretty voice ever, and it works surprinsing well for her interpretation of the character.

After Griz leaves, Bomba comforts Deme in a kinda "okay, let's breathe together" kind of way. It was really cute and also very much lovers coded I am in actual love

BUSTOPHER JONES THE CAT ABOUT TOWN

He entered from the audience, and it was so fun!!! I was smiling more than ever in my life. And not to talk about his vocals because they were absolutely breath taking

Pouncival and Misto were looking together very excited when Bustopher came and it was really cute. Alonso was at his feet dancing at it was so adorable

Munkustrao was nodding over Bustopher's choices in food so we can absolutely say he agrees lol.

They pantomimed a table and giving Bustopher food. And in the background Alonso and emima were laughing and stealing some bites until Munk caught them, it was so cute!!

MUNGOJERRIE AND RUMPLETEAZER

Jerrie and Teazer appeared with their little robber shirts and it was so adorable I swear they made amazing choices of character.

It was less acrobatic than normal, but way more mimed and acted. Every verse had some acting with it and they were super expressive. They also had some acrobatics tho!!! Especially when they said they were "acrobats and jugglers" Rumple got on Mungo's leg like cheerleaders. It's weird to explain lol

Also they characterized themselves as unemployed lazy asses which I think is very funny lmao

There was no double cartwheel, but there was an attempt!!

Also also, Isabella Burotto (Rumpleteazer) clarified in a short interview that they were playing them as siblings and it absolutely showed with the whole "pushing each other around without care for their well being" lmao

OLD DEUTERONOMY

Misto's line was cut here, as were all of his lines. I think this was a decision by the actor.

All the cats were stretching and cuddling together as usual. And Munkustrap in the middle did his singing very nicely :) When Tugger came on and praised his "numerous proginy", Munk was very mmuch like "aw shucks" and embarrased. It was adorable and very much a win for Deuteronomy brothers enjoyers

Deuteronomy entered and everyone went to hug him :)) it was really cute and aalso I got some tears out lol

Roberto Díaz absolutely had all the vibes of a leader btw. He was incredible from the first second. His voice was, oh my god. It filled the theatre.

THE JELLICLE BALL

Once again we get very excited Munk, which is always a treat. But when Macavity gets called he inmediately goes into aggro form and yes I want him to make me worse.

They used the revival verse about Macabity, which I actually enjoy alot. The protectors here were Munkustrap, Asparagus and Pouncival and it showed with how they got.

Victoria and Jemima were adorable together and I love them

Alonso sang his lines, less in the proud tone of 09, more in a playing way. Pouncival actually took his side besides Munk to say "Jellicle cats never grow" in place of "Jellicle cats develop slowly", which again, did that not happen in Warsaw with Alonzo? Lol if it wasn't that, it was the exact same positioning as their line. Tugger made fun of Pounce and called him a little thing. Bit funny lol

The ball was absolutely hypnotic. There was a bit of influence from the revival that i can see, with breaking into groups. Also- again- a bit of Warsaw influence? I swear @per-the-jellicle-magician Warsaw pilled me because I see it everywhere lol. A lot of couple dances. It had little to nothingsimilar to the og choreo, which wasn't a surprise but it was actually really fun!!

Tugger stayed mostly in the back but everytime he came to the front of the stage he bowed to Old D and also swayed a lot lol- Again Coricopat, Tantomille and Victoria were a highlight for me, just because they did an aazing job at making themselves noticeable

Misto had his little solo, and it was just as mesmerizing as ever. Mugojerrie actually followed him and some other cats in the background too.

There wasn't a pas de deux, but a little round where all the acts lifted the firls, and then they all lifted Victoria up. She also had a litttle solo afterwards before they all went to "sleep" in separate places.

Pouncival as a protector was even more prominent during the little scare and honestly I'm living for it.

The ball later had a girls section and a little conjuring turn from Misto. Then it devolved into all the cats dancing and it was really pretty as usual. Again lots of lifts and circles, aI think to make use of the small stage

The last bit of the ball was again a bit of a round with everyone tgether that devolved into more "classic" cats choreo. And Coricopat did one more lift with Victoria that later also included Munk.

It was gorgeous and I REALLY enjoyed it

MEMORY

Munk Inmediately went into aggro with Griz and when Deme tried to hug her, stopped her very fast. Almost a bit mean about it. Again Alonso attacked, too

The twins approached with their heads down and most of the cats started to go to the background and turn their backs to Grizabella.

Okay, now real talk, Carolina Soto absolutely and utterly knocked it out of the fucking park. It was gorgeous and this is my new favourite Memory.

Everyone stayed while she sang, just turning their backs to her. Very much a "if I don't look she doesn't exist" vibe. With Old D looking directly at her.

At the last moment Munk actually did face her, while leaving like most of the cast. With Old D trying to touch her but failing exactly like in 98

MOMENTS OF HAPPINESS

Have I already praised Roberto Díaz as Old D? Cuz I'd like to do it again. Old D actors don't get enough praise and oh my god I adore him. Also praising ahead for Antonia Ascui (Jemima) because she was angelical.

Everyone was very attentive to what Old d was singing, and the light was shining to Jem since she started. She actually started crawling around the first verse and by "Generations" she was front and center. I actually liked that little detail! Her singing didn't come from the psychic twins, tho, weirdly enough. But it had the exact same effect. And she was gorgeous while doing it

It was actually Misto who took her out of the "trance" by starting to play with her! Which, again, was so adorable. Misto is much more of a kitten

Also Old D helping Gus come in is the cutest tihng ever, especially since Munkustrap inmediately took in. Something something like father, like son. Munk was the most invested in Jelly's singing for sure.

Jenny was crawling to Gus, which also was so adorable. Asparagus was on the background standing too and again, so cute.

Have I praised Piamaría Silva (Jellylorum) yet? Because she was such a highlight for me. She was so sweet and now my favourite Jellylorum. She was so into it too. Some true loving.

As a little detail, when Jelly mentioned he got "7 standing ovations", everyone did a little bow, which again, really cute!!!

Everyone got closer for Gus' verse, and they were so into it. Especially Munk and Exótica. POunce took the time to fool around with Cassandra and Femeter which was again, so cute. And they all followed Gus' gaze when he mentioned being "Up in Juliet's balcony with Romeo" and Fireforfiddle.

When Jelly came back on Pounce and Cassandra swayed with the rythm and once again, cute! Munk agreed silently on the background when he talked about kittens, too. The whole number was really cute

Also massive prpos to Andrés Sáez, who was Bustopher and Gus. And also made the wigs for the production!

PEKES AND POLLICLES

Yeah, it was revival pekes. Which I have thoughts about, but that's for the revival.

In this case, once again, really cute! MASSIVE props to Andrés Sáez for sounding both old and young at the same time, somehow.

The whole vibe of Munk and Gus was "Student who is absolutely PUMPED of acting with his prof" and it was, once again, adorable

Also, the lyrics were not racist! Hooray!

Munk did the orchestra director silence thing of closing his hand while shushing the crowd. Which was visible practically only to the first row, but is such a tiny detail that I think Munk absolutely does lol He's such a theatre kid and this younger, enthusiastic Munk is usually not my brand but one I definetly welcome.

Also I was next to people who had never seen Cats, apparently! Cuz they were laughing a lot and very surprised by everything. They were friends of José Callejas (Munkustrap) and their laughs and gasps were very fun for me, as someone who has seen the musical one too many times.

It's still so weird to hear Growltiger's song with Pekes lyrics lol. But it was absolutely well executed and well done. I'm just a bit insane

SKIMBLESHANKS THE RAILWAY CAT

Fun fact, this is my favourite number of the original Cats! So I was so pumped when Rumple ran to Old D as the song started

I haven't praised enough the absolutely gorgeous lighting, and I absolutely should because they were working with few lights and it looked absolutely beautiful, btw.

The song started with everyone looking around with the music rythm, it was adorable. They also mimed some and started looking for Skimble which, ADORABLE

Everyone made room for Skimble (Daniel Donoso) to come in a line , and it was SO cute. This whole number was adoring Skimble times. His voice was very much an uncle voice and it was adorable. He did amazingly!!!

Also the train motions in the dance??? Adorable. The whole choreo was so cute.

At some point Jerrie and Teazer started miming to rob Misto and Skimble took them both by their shirts and got them out the "train" lol.

As another little bit, Tugger was dancing and JAMMING all the times

They also pantomimed the waving passengers on the train, the bed, and some other stuff Skimble said. There was way more miming that anything else.

OH important bit, Skimble had a pocket watch he was constantly looking at. Another Warsaw parallel! D. did they watch Warsaw? It seems so

Then they did the train omg I was so happy!!! It was mimed with frames for the windows and Munk and Tugger were fighting to drive it.

Skimble was so happy and honored at the end of his song, like he felt truly appreciated and I was visibly shaking.

MACAVITY THE MYSTERY CAT

For starters, it was aggro Munk protecting Old D again, but with the whole tribe behind who were slowly getting out. Last minute hooded figures got to Old D WAY more violent than usually lol

Also Mac was Coricopat with a red vest and a slightly different wig. Uh. Yeah, it was a bit shitty

NOW to the important stuff

I want to personally kiss Demeter on the lips uh yeah Also Bomba and her were quite handsy with each other. Like- a lesbian amount. And so good for them, Santiago said lesbian rights.

I have already praised them, but their interpretations were absolutely perfect.

Oh!! Also all the girlies were dancing on the background since the start, and then Jerrie, Asparagus and Alonso joined too

The whole tone of the song was very mocking and more like "get a load of this guy" kinda stuff. I loved it. I was in absolute love. And Bomba and Deme were having the time of their LIVES like. Pure fun.

Also Jerrie came to his mention lol

The whole dancing was so fun and yeah extremely gay like I'm not exaggerating. They only needed to make out lmao

FIGHT WITH MACAVITY

Macavity entered and Demeter started to get anxious, so Alonso fucking ran to protect her and it was him who took the cloak out. Not my favorite interpretation, but sure

When it was time to fight, Mungo, Alonso and Misto tried and got YEETED. I am not kidding Misto literally flew in the air.

Then it was Munku time. They all circled them while they fought, hissing and showing claws. Once again it was way more mimed and acted, but also more acrobatic than usual. And it was Exótica who he tried to leave with, and she beat the shit out of him lmao.

I have. My issues. With the storytelling. But the fight was actually really really fun!! It's the part I usually skip, but this time I had a great one

MAGICAL MISTER MISTOFFELEES

Oh boy

First off. Tugger entered doing his monologue but with swag lmao. And the kittens absolutely fawned over him. Again, the voices were amazing! And everyone was miming and dancing with the first part of only Tugger

When Misto appeared he was the inmediate focus point! Jean Paul Bauer did an amazing entrance and the crowd loved it! Tugger inmediately started screaming in the background too lol

The solo was very different to the replica one. Less ballet heavy and, again, more miming. And the magic Misto had was more of the mind control variety, making all the cats around him dance to his liking! Even Munk, Tugger, Skimble and Jenny! (Again, did they watch Warsaw or smtn?)

And there was some being gay with Tugger too, as a treat

Of course Jean Paul Bauer was a star. And Andrés Zará knew how to make his voice go just as hard without ofuscating him.

When it was time for the trick everything went silent and Tugger did a bit of a small monologue. And also they were a bit gay too, as a treat. But the best part was that he made the public actually clap and told us to not laugh or move for the trick to work. The trick was made with a disappearing box instead of a cloth, and Tugger gave the biggest hug to Old D :')

Everyone then also hugged Old D and they all danced behind Misto, who then did more dancing with Tugger flexing his voice behind (And Skimble clapping!)

To finish the number, Misto also disappeared!

MEMORY (REPRISE)

Okay, serious time now guys!! Jemima did Daylight in the climbable part. And again, she was perfect for the role, absolutely angelical. The silence in the room was absolute just to hear her.

Munkustrap was SO excited. I loved him, if you couldn't tell

Then Griz shows up, and everyone makes way. Munkustrap stands there confronting her all through her song. It was actually an interesting choice I'm not against

Carolina Soto, oh my god, she was gorgeous and her voice was perfect. She had the tone and also the emotion completely perfect. When I thought she couldn't get better, she did. I rarely care for Memory, but this one was so gorgeous. The translation was more close to the spanish one than the mexican one, which is a shame specifically for me because I think the mexican one is superior

Back to this version. When Griz fell everyone made a half step ahead, as to try and help her. But no one did except, well...

Okay. This is my one big thing with this version. They changed the ending. Jemima comes and helps her up, by holding her hand while singing her verse. It was beautiful! But. it kind of. fucked up the foreshadowing they had done by spotlighting Victoria so much. And they also changed the lyrics a bit weirdly by saying "just leave me alone" which is- the contrary of the thing she supposedly wants. And afterwards everyone kind of stands around until Old D comes and touches her hand, which props to the rest of the tried gasping and starting to come forward. Like. Come on, guys. You were so close.

But anyways

Jenny actually grabs Griz and parades her around

JOURNEY TO THE HEAVYSIDE LAYER

She gets paraded around and everyone gives her a greeting (Tugger gives her a sassy greeting and Munk an apologetic one)

To my surprise, there was a plataform that went up and let her go on the heavyside layer. It was really nice. I didn't expect it, to be honest! And the "wow" from the audience really made me realize why Cats is as big as it is. Like, not to exagerate a bit, but there's a reason why musical theatre gets revived everytime Cats goes somehwere

ADDRESING OF CATS

The cats started on the ground looking at Old D, as usual. And slowly took their positions standing (I was still in front of Munk, and just to his right was Tugger! Fan favorite spot. To his left was Skimble and just behind him Jenny)

Roberto Díaz killed it. I was bawling. Full on bawlilng.

And they said my favorite line!! "First you must know that barking is not the same as meowing". I want it on a shirt lol

Every cat stood and showed their personality. As it's usual. Pretty part for the chorus. But I was bawling my eyes out. I couldn't believe I just saw the musical that had consumed my thoughts for years

Personal thoughts (that you can fully skip if you don't care)

I've said it multiple times. I never thought I would see Cats. I never thought I would see Cats in Chile, my country. I never thought I would see a good Cats. I thought that my experience was going to be a school play with just 3 songs, hald a cast and shitty costumes. But I got something so different. I got to see an amazing Cats non replica with unique costumes, absolutely amazing performers and so much love put into it. And not only that.

On July 12th, I saw Cats on opening night. I have been following this produciton since last year and making posts about it on instagram, because I wanted to. I was so excited and I needed to follow everyone and document everything. So I made an account to get all the chilean cats fans in one place and we could talk.

On opening night, I had a bunch of pictures printed because I wanted some of them signed, whichever I could get. Just to get a memento in case there was no playbill-esque thing. There wasn't. I asked José Callejas if this could be done on Instagram and he said yes, to ask the staff. When I did, the staff recognized me from my Instagram and told the cast.

The cast asked to meet me. So I went backstage. And they were all so excited to see me. They all wanted to thank me for bringing light to the production and being the biggest fan possible. They all hugged me and thanked me. Even thought I was just a guy who really fucking liked Cats the musical, and they just made my dream a reality. They signed my pictures, they told me I was awesome. I could just cry and keep hugging people and thanking them for everything, every single thing. I don't have enough words to describe how amazing it was.

Thanks for reading this, even thought is several pages long. And thank you for caring about this non replica, as it means everything to me.

[aliciavance4228]

Okay but ignoring 99,99% of Zagreus' myth versions (which by extension leads to the erasure of his original relevance in Orphic Greek Mythology) and making him the son of Hades is shallow.

Now, I do understand the fact that fanfiction is here for people's headcanons and reinterpretations. Because what's the point of writing a Greek Mythology fanfic if you're not going to change or add anything new anyway? As long as you're not going to claim your own version of Greek Mythology to be canon (bonus points if you encourage people to read the original ancient written works) then there isn't anything inherently harmful in doing that.

But Zagreus particularly is an interesting case, and that because his relevance resides in his death, reincarnation, and overall his title as the first Dionysus.

By this marriage with the heavenly Drakon, the womb of Persephone swelled with living fruit, and she bore Zagreus the horned baby, who by himself climbed upon the heavenly throne of Zeus and brandished lightning in his little hand, and newly born, lifted and carried thunderbolts in his tender fingers [i.e. Zeus marked him as his heir]. But he did not hold the throne of Zeus for long. By the fierce resentment of implacable Hera, the Titanes (Titans) cunningly smeared their round faces with disguising chalk, and while he contemplated his changeling countenance reflected in a mirror they destroyed him with an infernal knife. There where his limbs had been cut piecemeal by the Titan steel, the end of his life was the beginning of a new life as Dionysos. He appeared in another shape, and changed into many forms : now young like crafty Kronides (Cronides) [Zeus] shaking the aegis-cape, now as ancient Kronos (Cronus) heavy-kneed, pouring rain. Sometimes he was a curiously formed baby, sometimes like a mad youth with the flower of the first down marking his rounded chin with black. Again, a mimic lion he uttered a horrible roar in furious rage from a wild snarling throat, as he lifted a neck shadowed by a thick mane, marking his body on both sides with the self-striking whip of a tail which flickered about over his hairy back. Next, he left the shape of a lion's looks and let out a ringing neigh, now like an unbroken horse that lifts his neck on high to shake out the imperious tooth of the bit, and rubbing, whitened his cheek with hoary foam. Sometimes he poured out a whistling hiss from his mouth, a curling horned serpent covered with scales, darting out his tongue from his gaping throat, and leaping upon the grim head of some Titan encircled his neck in snaky spiral coils. Then he left the shape of the restless crawler and became a tiger with gay stripes on his body; or again like a bull emitting a counterfeit roar from his mouth he butted the Titanes with sharp horn. So he fought for his life, until Hera with jealous throat bellowed harshly through the air--that heavy-resentful step-mother! And the gates of Olympos rattled in echo to her jealous throat from high heaven. Then the bold bull collapsed: the murderers each eager for his turn with the knife chopt piecemeal the bull-shaped Dionysos [Zagreus].

Do not get me wrong, the myth itself is very disturbing and covers a lot of depressing themes which you simply cannot overlook, since they play a major role in this story. But this is exactly why this myth particularly is morbidly fascinating in the first place. It also adds more dynamic to the relationships between the characters and makes a lot of further events and aspects (Hera suggesting Semele to ask Zeus to reveal his real form to her, Persephone raising Dionysus in some versions of his myth, Demeter's panic and desperation when her daughter was kidnapped, Dionysus' violent and dark side etc.) way more understandable.

Now, I know the fact that Timothy Gantz considered Zagreus to be a stand-alone deity who later got sincretized with the Orphic Dionysus, or that Aeschylus identified Zagreus either as Hades' son, or as Hades' himself (which are basically the arguments people who desperately want Zagreus to be the son of Hades and Persephone would choose to go by for the rest of their lives):

Aeschylus, Fragment 124 Sisyphus (from Etymologicum Gudianum 227. 40) (trans. Weir Smyth) (Greek tragedy C5th B.C.) : "Now [I came] to bid farewell to Zagreus and to his sire, the Hospitaler." [N.B. In this fragment Sisyphos describes his departure from the Underworld. Haides is the "Hospitaler of the Dead" and as husband of Persephone is the father of chthonic Zagreus.]

However, I'm more inclined to believe that preserving in one way or another Zagreus' myth and Dionysus' background story respectively is way more compelling, and also remains true to the original Greek Mythology. In fact, I can think of numerous ideas just by following this myth:

a) Persephone's whole process of maturizing herself and struggling with her trauma throughout the years would make her a more complex figure compared to the usual Mary Sue/Self-Insert that I've usually seen in many fanfictions featuring her; (though I will be honest and say that this requires great writing skills so that her trauma could be treated with respect instead of turning the entire situation into sad porn)

b) This would also help in portraying Dionysus as a complex, broken character. Imagine him still remembering his past life and perceiving it as an old yet painful memory, or his previous death being one of the reasons why he has a dark, violent side that he's not afraid to show when he's challenged. It would be much better than the shallow drunk party animal he's often depicted as.

c) Persephone and Semele meeting in the Underworld and sharing each other's sufference after losing their child. It would also make the myth where Dionysus goes into the Underworld and receives Persephone's permission of rescuing his mother more nuanced.

d) For those who desperately want Zagreus to be Hades' child: Persephone gives birth centuries later to another son whom she also named Zagreus, in the memory of the one whom she lost a very long time ago.

There are a lot of great headcanons and interpretations to play with. Just have more courage and try to explore more dark themes and subjects, rather than stick to the Vanilla Greek Mythology.

[clovenhoofedjester]

jellicle lineups; part 1/4

hi catsblur ! today i am presenting to you the fruits of my labor. my own little versions of the jellicle cats; obviously based on the replica designs With Fun Little Twists ! such as, they are not naked. ramble below the cut, both on designs and some personal thoughts on the characters

these designs are very much first-draft, subject to change, blah blah. you will very likely be seeing me drawing them differently if i post more of them. i just. urrbhhh. i had 2 draw them....

and the clothes ! even though they're very feline i draw them a bit too human-y for the nakedness to not look consistently weird. i will be drawing them closer to the stage designs in some instances but for rn. clothes. it was a fun exercise in character design too

the kittens are all young adults, think 18-20 ! as much as i love headcanons like demeter being sillabubs mother, it shrimply will not work out timeline-wise. so headcanons like that will be delegated to like... siblings and stuff

victoria | 🍧 💌 🩰

i started out with victoria's design not only because of her being the Main Kitten, but because she has such a concise and clear aesthetic to me. she actually started out with a simple pastel brown dance practice fit before i decided that i wanted to make the outfits ornate(ish) and ended up with a proper ballerina getup

i also quite like when victoria is not just solid white with some grey (love ones that are more yellow or brown) so i colored her fur with some blue and pink-ish tones not only to add more depth but to resemble the trans flag LOL

and i wanted to try something different with making her a bit more lavender than baby pink. i also based her overall look on obc victoria, portrayed by cynthia onrubia :^]

to move on to character interpretation, i think victoria is partially deaf and mute. she primarily communicates through dance. as one of the oldest kittens she'd be 19 in human years

plato | 💐 🕯 🍬

plato's design doesnt stray too far from his standard replica design but i tried to add my own flair . i tried to keep the creepy porcelain doll aesthetic going w their face added some more depth like some other designs with different colors and bold face stripes

i also really like the outfit i chose for them. the flower in their hair and on their shirt is a peony which is a popular wedding flower :") because im a sucker for platoria and very much subscribe to the idea that the ball we see is their funny cat wedding in a way

the outfit is based on standard ballerino costumes but i tried to stray from it with the silky half-skirt thing and pointe shoes. lets go queer cats lets go

i think plato is also very quiet and that's why he and victoria were so drawn to each other. i also quite like the idea that he was a bit of a troubled stray before he found the jellicles. they would be 20 in human years

electra |⚡🥭 🔔

boy i STRUGGLED with electra's clothes i struggled so hard. i think i'm happy with what i ended up with though—i originally gave her the babydoll dress that sillabub has (inspired by artsed electra) but figured that i wanted at least one of the girls to be more tomboyish/butchy. thank you to that one production which apparently had electra be one of the raffish crew and get in on some of the boys' choreography

im very happy with what i did with her fur colors as well. silly little tortoiseshell :] its based on a nonrep but i have no idea which one. enjoy her freckles too

i think electra deserves to be a little spunky. [whispers] i also think shes bombalurinas little sister. she'd be 18 in human years

etcetera | 🎠 🍯 🏅

i needed at least one cat with a circus aesthetic. say hello to my magnum opus: jacked tumbler acrobat etcetera. it was only a matter of time until someone said fuck it and let one of the girls perform lifts and stuff. this is mostly because ive always really liked how shes usually the cat to do the flying trapeze bit and wanted to push it further

i also struggled SO EXTREMELY HARD with making her colors look nice and makeup distinctive but i figured it out in the end—thank you obc cettie for the mismatched eyeshadow and such. i also wanted to give a cat a short bob type of head fur/hairstyle and she fit the bill

nothing much about specific character notes other than like... i want to make her related to some of the cats but cannot for the life of me figure out who 2 assign. also she'd be around 19 in human years, a couple months younger than vic

sillabub | 🌻 🧋 🎼

i think of all of these little fellas sillabub is my favorite. several elements are balanced in her design—the standard jemima with a darker/reddish palette, the more softer and lighter sillabub design, the red eye patch from il sistina jemima, and the overall aesthetic of obc jemima with the big hair and wide, deepset eyes

i've seen her typical design critiqued by some people and wanted to incorporate those critiques by making her look less similar to demeter/bombalurina, adding more red to her body fur, and making her makeup more distinct and less... wooo girl give us nothing. and i included the squiggly on her collarbone

i also really REALLY love her overall aesthetic of sweet kindhearted girl NAMED AFTER A DEMON WITH SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG COLORING AND GIGANTIC SPIKED COLLAR !!!! so i decided to push it by making the collar definitely too big for her, giving her a slightly "edgy" outfit and making her hair resemble devil horns

as for character stuff, i think she has magical powers though i haven't developed exactly What they are yet. beyond her sweet exterior they trouble her. [whispers] i also think shes demeters little sister. she would be 18 in human years, a few months younger than electra and tumblebrutus

pouncival | 🌱 🩹 🍵

i struggled with pouncival's clothing design like i did electra's because i didn't go into drawing him with a particular gimmick in mind. but i think i'm happy with the casual formal look. it makes him look like such a kind young man even if he's a little shit

i did have a lot of fun trying to make his makeup distinctive from tumblebrutus'—so many fellas with brown eyepatches ! so his colors are more dark and striking. i also tried to make him look less like Typical Cis Man by giving him a bit of black lipstick

enjoy his freckles too

but like. i think hes literally such a little cis guy. nothing else for me to add for my specific interpretation of him it's all laid out. this guy fucking loves rocket league, fishing and chess. he'd be 19 in human years

tumblebrutus | 🎡 🥊 🍦

SWEET TUMBLEBRUTUS. i think drawing him here gave me a soft spot for him. with his outfit mirroring cettie's i didn't much struggle with that. his colors are also based on obc tumblebrutus

when i was first conceptualizing my own versions of the cats i wanted at least one of them asides from grizabella to have wavy fur. and idk what it is, maybe it's the lack of content for him, but i was really drawn to the idea of curly tumblebrutus!

i wanted their design to be distinctive from pouncival's so i made their colors softer, kinda watercolor-y. OH AND THEIR FUR IS ALSO MEANT TO BE A LITTLE TRANS FLAG COLORED

as for character, i think he is also a bit troubled, as a son of grizabella's. you heard me, people. i'm probably the first person ever to headcanon that. he'd be 18 in human years

AND THAT'S ABOUT IT ! thank you for reading this far, have a great day and stay tuned for more designs in the days to come !

[practically-an-x-man]

The Shroud of Morning (Vivienne x Wojchek)

Summary: It’s rare that a sailor gets time on dry land. It’s even rarer, at least for some, that he chooses to take that time away from his duties and enjoy it. 

Wojchek works hard and works often. His wife prefers the simple joys when they present themselves.

Word Count: 2.3k

Tags: OC x canon, established relationship, married couple, historical fantasy, banter, sirens (mythological)

Crossposted on AO3

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The docks were cast in early-morning shadows. The sun had not yet risen, and the world was tinted in shades of thick, rich blue. The ocean was calm and infinitely dark, a gateway to another world. 

Hardly anybody was awake at such an hour, merely a few devoted sailors rigging their ships and early-rising bakers preparing their morning pastries. The docks were pleasantly quiet, with only the lapping of the tide against ships’ hulls and the occasional crow of a nearby seabird. It seemed as though the very world was not awake, the desolation somehow both calming and unsettling.

Vivienne had always loved mornings like this. High above her, the vast form of the Demeter rose in even, algae-slicked planks. The water was cold around her body, though she did not shiver. The siren ducked under the water, looking at the world through cool gray shadows, then burst up towards the surface. It hooked its elbows onto the upper railing of the deck, letting the rest of its body hang loosely over the hull. Its tail, a powerful machine of crimson and violet, was hidden from the docks by the Demeter’s leviathan form.

“Your crew does not leave port for hours.” she said, calling out to a shadowed figure hard at work across the deck. He lifted his head at the sound of her voice, though he waited to answer until he had tied off the rope in his hands with a secure sailor’s knot. 

“Then the Demeter will be ready when we do.” he responded, offering her only a glance at his dark eyes before he was back to his duties. Vivienne sighed. Its tail knocked against the slick surface of the hull beneath it. Nearly twice as long as a man was tall and with soft, feathery fins like the fighting-fish from the East, it hid its strength behind a mosaic of jewel-toned scales. Yet it pushed her through the water faster than even the Demeter itself, and a single blow could shatter a man’s ribcage. 

“Have you spent so long at sea that the salt has found its way into your soul?” she huffed, and eased her head onto her crossed arms to peer at her husband, “So… stoic all the time. Never a single moment spent enjoying yourself.”

“There are bigger things than me. The Demeter must reach her destination in peace. And I must guide her.”

“And I must guide you,” Vivienne said, and leaned over the railing to grin at him, “To the bakery I saw just past the fish markets. Join me for breakfast, Antoni.”

It caught his eyes for another brief moment, and thought it saw a flash of amusement cross his face. Vivienne’s tail brushed the slick planks of the ship below it, the only spark of color against the misty gray morning around her.

“A bakery behind the fish market,” Wojchek repeated, amusement weaving softly through the words. He was a quiet man, at least in these early mornings. Come noon he would be shouting commands to his crew, and his voice would rise on the winds like the seabirds that flew high above, but here he was quiet. His voice, laughing as it was, belonged only to her. “Must smell to high heaven.”

This she could work with. She had his eyes now, had his attention, if only for the moment. He never stopped moving, hands skirting over the rigging lines and testing their tension as he paced the deck, but his eyes were fixed only on her. She had never needed her magic to entrance him. 

“You live your life on the ocean, my dear. I doubt you even notice it.”

“Hm.”

“I could smell the sugar-glaze all down the street. It is decadence, Antoni. Does your wife not deserve decadence?”

Vivienne lowered itself back to its forearms with a theatrical sigh, draping itself over the railing in a grandiose, feminine swoon. It passed its fingers through its hair, long wet strands plastered against its ice-pale skin. 

“I spend my life with salt on my skin and water in my hair. I’ve hardly seen a forest in ages, let alone the sight of a face not cracked by ocean winds,” it drawled, calling to mind the stories it wove during long nights on the water. As she spoke, she twined her fingers around the thin chain that laid at her throat, watching the metal glint against the first sparks of sunrise. “The seawater crusts my clothing and tarnishes my wedding band. I have known not of silks nor soft linens in years. Yet I do all of this to follow my beloved husband on his journeys, and he cannot spare me a single morning away from his duties…”

Vivienne concluded its harangue with another weary sigh, dropping its head onto its arms as if exhausted at the very thought. Her hair fell around her face in a soft wet curtain, hiding the smile that twisted at her lips.

This was merely theatre, of course. It was from the water that he had found her, from the water that she lived so much of her life both before and after his entrance to it, from the water that she found strength and freedom and purpose. Her husband knew that she was not one for finery, nor was ever truly offended that he could not offer her a gentle life. Vivienne did not want a gentle life. 

And if he were genuinely so devoted to his work that he could not pull himself away, it understood that too. This was far from the first morning spent in this way.

But it had him snared in this little dance, and it knew it. 

“You married a man of the sea, rybko.” he said, though his voice was near and his fingers brushed the hair from her face as he spoke, “If you wanted pastries, you should have married a baker.”

“If you wanted a wife that asks for nothing, you should not have married a sea-beast.” it replied, with a sturdy slap of its tail against the hull of the ship, “I am the strength of Poseidon in its concentrated form. Placating me will please him. Perhaps you will be free of storms for your precious Demeter.”

Her husband placed his thumb under her chin and tilted her head to meet his eyes. He appeared to be considering her words. There was a look of contemplative seriousness on his face - though in truth, it was rare that expression ever left.

“So it’s a matter of luck, then?”

“Why, always. You do your part to secure the ship’s safety, but what of the safety of the ocean itself?” Vivienne responded, with an effort to keep the smile off her face. She loved these little stories, and loved that he would let her tell them. Whether it was a tale to entertain the crew or late-night whisperings to help him sleep, or simply this early-morning tête-à-tête, he seemed to relish in the sound of her voice. 

“You are a lucky man,” it continued, “My sisters would ask for grandeur and riches in exchange for the safety of your ship. They would drain your pockets and eat your heart when you drowned. All I ask is to share a meal with my husband. Is that so much?”

He looked at her for a moment longer, eyeing with affection the face that so many others found unsettling, with its icy blue tint and its eyes lacking irises and its too-smooth poreless skin. And she matched that gaze, to this hardened man she called her scoundrel and her sea-dog and her husband, until he offered her a shadow of a smile. Wojchek released his hold on her chin and took a step back. 

“Hm. If it does come down to luck, you must leave. Bad luck to have a woman on the ship.”

“I am not a woman, Antoni.”

“You’re right. She-devil.”

“You love me, my dear.”

He closed the distance between them once more, near enough that she could feel the heat from his skin against the misty gray morning. He set his palm, callused and rough, against its chest just below its collarbone.

He pushed.

Vivienne hit the water below with a fearsome splash. Its tail struck the floor of the harbor with a surprising impact and coiled beneath her, and a film blinked across her eyes to shield from the sudden rush of seawater. 

She was back only a moment later, dripping saltwater onto the deck of the Demeter.

“Now, was that a gentlemanly thing to do?”

“I have never claimed to be a gentleman.” her husband replied, now returned to his task with the rigging lines, “And you know the tradition. Women on board is for Poseidon to deal with.”

“He’s dealt with me once. How do you think I became one of his storms?”

Her words must have intrigued him, because he paused again in his task to look at her. 

“You were human? Before?”

“Perhaps. Perhaps not. You know yours is not the only ring I’ve worn,” Vivienne said, and pressed its fingers to its throat, “What I have not told you is how that story ends. I am saving that one.”

“I have heard all the rest. Why not that one?”

“I share my tales to help you sleep. That one would do the opposite.”

His mouth twisted in a frown, as if he’d drawn his own conclusion from the words and the stories she had shared in the past - so many of them telling of rage on the water and adultery on the shore - but he said nothing.

Vivienne’s first husband had died of strychnine poisoning many years before. 

She had found it in the cargo hold.

His throat had closed at the same time hers filled with seawater.

But all Wojchek knew was that he was not her only husband, and that he was much better than the first. She intended to keep it that way for some time longer. He was in no danger from her, and never had been, but it was true that the story would not help him sleep.

With a single strong push, Vivienne hoisted itself onto the deck of the Demeter. Its tail receded as it moved, that unwieldy weight dissolving in a rush of strange ocean magic, and she stepped onto the hardwood planks with two bare feet. Waterlogged fabric plastered itself against her waist and legs, as a loose skirt was often the only clothing she wore in her other form. Its skin bloomed pink, that icy cast vanishing along with the faint shine of scales and so many other inhuman traits.

“I could be human for you now, my love, if you’d prefer.”

Vivienne took a lithe and graceful step towards her husband, fixing him with a smile like some kind of wild-thing. The illusion masked its appearance but did little to cover what laid within, and that was of a living storm.

Wojchek spared a single furtive glance towards the docks, his sense of modesty not quite so withered as her own, but the streets were empty and shrouded with fog. He closed the distance between them in just a few long strides and, with a sailor’s confident competence, lifted its tall and slender form easily into his arms. He kissed her deeply, passionately, with enough intent to make the rest of the world fall away around her…

Then he tossed it off the side of the ship and into the harbor.

“Still bad luck to have a woman on deck.”

He peered over the railing, looking with amusement as Vivienne came to surface once again. The water had returned it to its true form, the illusion discarded, and its tail was a dark, thrashing shadow under the wine-dark water. 

“Bastard!” it laughed, and took a mouthful of seawater to spit up at him, “The Demeter is your favorite maiden now, is it?”

“Hmph.” he muttered, “She is my home. You are my favorite.”

He looked as though he were ready to say more, rare for a man of such few words, but voices rippled down from the docks and his expression fell closed like a great oak door. The sounds drew nearer, a familiar cacophony of words from a dozen accents and creeds.

“The crew is arriving,” its husband said, dropping his voice to a near-whisper, “You must leave.”

Vivienne slid through the water, away from the voices and behind the cool shadows cast by the Demeter’s vast form, though it did not retreat below the surface just yet. The voices drew nearer still, though she knew from the sound that they had not yet reached the ship. 

“Find yourself a spare moment, Antoni,” she said, daring to share just a few more words, “I would like to break my fast with you before the Demeter leaves port.”

“You would break your fast with me, siren?” he returned, “You would eat my heart?”

“I would settle for a pastry.”

She drew herself up the planks again and took hold of the rail, risking being seen from the docks for only a moment as she pressed a kiss to her husband’s cheek. The crew were nearly to the ship now, and it could hear their hollow, echoing footsteps against the ramp as they came aboard. Vivienne stole one more moment, claiming those final scraps of quiet companion, before finally releasing her grip on the railing and falling back below the veil that was the water’s surface.

“I will meet you on the docks, my dear.”

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[rybko - Polish, pet name meaning "sweetie" or "little fish"]

[khr-guilded-cage]

Nono wasn't pleased with Hestia's visit, Luciana noted for herself, he disliked the fact she was so close to her 'paternal family'. Carmella Allegri had no living relatives beyond a uncle and a female cousin in Sicily she never meet, Hades took her after the Ban of Interfering with Demigods was lifted

Luciana was, officially, an orphan, or so Vongola thought, a child without parents to protect her, without a family, easier to gain her trust and estabilish himself as a 'grandfatherly figure'. So when Hades himself decided to visit to see how his daughter was doing and Mariella introduced the dark tall man as Luciana's father to everyone and she watched the old man's face go sour before replaced with a calculating smile as he considered the man in front of him

Luciana scowled when Nono demanded answers, to why CEDEF didn't know of him. 'My father is not on my birth certificate, but he IS my birth father, and thats my aunt...Vesta.'

Hestia decided she is staying in the Vongola Mansion, she wanted acess to their books about Flames and to aid her niece in her journey against the Mafia

Apollo really, really wanted to see his son's Famiglia, Francesca's son really shaked the world back inthe fourth century, Hades's daughter would do the same. He always like a good mess.

Lady Artemis was pleased to see a woman in change this time, the Olympian's previous attempts to control the Flames and Mafia had been men (Primo son of Apollo and Quinto son of Demeter)

Ares just wanted to see the sheer chaos Luciana brought, and to fight that brat Xanxus (maybe see Elisa Alberto again?)

Hades is just proud of his baby girl, not even 18 and terrorizing the Underworld? Proud and vicious, his pride and joy, it would be his first child to be a Queen. Mafiosi souls always were a mess, powerful men, accostumed with getting what they want, were often not pleased with their own mortality amd lack of power.

The Vongola heirs were particulary annyoing, spoiled brats all the three of them, thoughts themselves immortal with the delusions of power, of untouchableness. Mortals often think that, the Mafia was in better hands with a child of his blood in the throne, his little princess

Persephone was grinning like the Dread goddess she was, her stepdaughter would bring the Mafia to their knees

After that, Luciana started to make Vongola hers, bring new decorations in the place, settling for a Greek style with a many, many flowers, and dark colours. Many found creepy, but it looked like her stepmother realm, fitting since they both Queens ofvthe underworld

Luciana didn't considered herself a Mafia Donna, more of a Queen than anything.

[lore-olympus-saga]

Demeter did not like Loki.

Not many gods liked Loki when you think about it. Many of them actually hated them. Demeter didn’t hate them yet. 

But she was starting to as she saw them looming over her newborn. 

Hated to see those long blood red strand of hair tickling her child who stared back, unknowingly, at the god of Chaos itself. A god who has walked among them, took notes about them, flanked by two crows, and reported everything to the Allfather of Asgard. A thief of secrets. As if Olympus didn’t have enough problem with Eris wrecking chaos when she was awake. 

Plants and roots twirled to turned into pointy spears, ready to strike the intruder. To pierce the flesh of the jötnar without a second of hesitation. They were not welcome in Demeter’s domain. 

Yet, as Kore pulled on the jötun's braid, Demeter was surprise to see tears twinkling inside the Trickster's eyes. Grief had settled on this god’s face instead of the trademark smirk they bore around others. Trembling fingers delicaltly pried the hair away from those little hands. Slowly, they rose up and stepped away of the newborn.

“I have daughter too you know?” Loki whispered. So low that at first it took the godess a few seconds to understand him. Loki turned towards her, uncaring of the weapons she had pointed at them. “A wonderful little girl. But she’s away now. Far… Away.”

Demeter felt a clench in her chest in sympathy and pity… 

Yes, thoughout realms and kingdoms it was known that Hela, the daughter of chaos, became the Queen of Helheim unwillingly, Queen of the dead of the northmen. The tales of her disfigured face travelled far and wide. The ones about her fate, the one Asgardians gave her, followed closely behind. Do not get on the bad side of Asgard. So be it if some ally's family is caught in the crossfire as long as it is for Asgard.

“She’s beautiful. You can be proud Godess of the seasons” Loki whispered as they looked back at the baby. “A cute little rose bud,” they chuckled softly when the baby cooed back at them. “I see why Odinn was interested in her.”

Demeter felt fear shackle her limbs for a split second before she made the roots strike. 

No.

No no no, it can’t be! Not her precious daughter barely born!

She couldn’t bare to imagine what the Allfather interest was into a child. But that man was cruel and unfair towards his own people. 

You must never catche Odin’s eye before a battle! She heard humans saying. Don’t catch Odinn’s eye!

For if he takes a liking to you, he won’t protect you. He’ll let death catch you so you can stand by his side in Valhöl 

Loki sidestepped the attack and rushed out of her range. Their feet barely touching the ground as they leaped, slid between plants and trees. Off into the distance, to report back to their brother probably. Demeter rushed and picked her child into her arms, shaking. Not her sweet daughter, no one will ever touch her.

Out of Demeter’s domain, Loki stopped and open their cape. Gently grasping the head tied to their waist, they lifted it so they could face Mimir’s white eyes.

“Say it again. The future you saw of this child, please, repeat it.”

And Mimir answered:

I see the the maiden, born from roses 

I see her, shackled in thorns.

For the care and love from others will be bitter poison 

And the beauty she bares will earn her scorns. 

She will shine and be wanted, 

And taken for granted.

She will break and wrath will take

What sweet innocence she had left. 

She will be crowned with love and dread. 

All hail the maiden and Queen of the dead.

Loki willed themself not to squeeze the head in anger as the words tumbled from his lips. Angry? At who? At the fate that the little rose bud seemed to have and has yet to face? Or was it at himself? 

He couldn’t protect his daughter. Demeter will not be able to save her’s. For the words that tumbled out of Mimir’s mouth are laced with a bitter truth that cannot be changed.

But I see something that may change the stakes.

Loki jumped and nearly dropped the head. They blinked as Mimir continued, with a offended frown at Loki’s handling.

Years to come she will face others and herself. 

If allies stand by her side she may have what it takes

To stand, fight and shield any kindness she’ll have left.

Beware, before spring’s arrival, there will be a harsh winter

And as an Asgardian, Loki, think twice before your share your fire.

The trickster stared at the wise man eyes before looking above in the sky. Twin crows were circling above them. As the birds flew down to land newt to them they sighed.

“Of course I will. Always will, always have.”

They knelt down and offered a hand for Huginn to jump on. It rubbed it’s beak against the jötnar’s sleeve with contempt. Loki sighed.

It was time to go back home.

(Few sketches I've done in regards of this little piece of fanfic between Demeter and Loki)

(This is the "first" meeting between Loki and Persephone, but I'm working on the second meeting, years after this one ^^)

[kotamagic]

This week's Lore Olympus is PACKED, so strap yourself in, cuz shit's getting wild!

Starting off with Hebe, who ran to the Mortal Realm at Apollo's horrible suggestion. Immediately, she notices that something is very, VERY wrong there. It's not Spring, Summer, or Winter, but something in-between.

Today, we would call it Fall or Autumn, but given her reaction, that wasn't a thing in those days. Additionally, the scale of seasons is way off by her count. If the four seasons are split evenly across the span of the year, they'd be 90 days/3 months apiece.

Winter? Only five days? Pfft, I wish!

On another important note, the mortals are dying of plague. Starvation could absolutely be part of it. This is big trouble for the Olympians...

I had made a comparison in one of my previous LO posts to @neil-gaiman 's American Gods. In that narrative, the Gods wither away and die if there us no one to worship them. It seems not too different with what Hermes is saying here. No believers, no powers, no existence.

Apollo REALLY wants to get murdered at this meeting, doesn't he? Where's Psyche so that she can shoot his ass again?

(Fuck, she's in Leto's prison right now, damn it.)

Apollo's got a lot of nerve pointing fingers when he hasn't done jack-diddly-squat-shit to help. Hell, a big portion of this fuck-fest is his fault to begin with!

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HELP WITH THE KRONOS PROBLEM, APOLLO? OH, THAT'S RIGHT! NO SUN GODS ALLOWED IN THE UNDERWORLD.

Even if he could go to the Underworld, he'd just be a train wreck there as well. Honestly, before Ouranos was revealed to be the one helping Apollo, I would've suspected Kronos to be the culprit. Not sure which is worse.

Let me be clear. I have had A LOT of complaints about Demeter in Lore Olympus. The toxic, controlling behavior made me hate her because I have experience with someone much like her. And to be fair, Demeter still sits on my shit list.

But...

She has finally taken some difficult steps. She went to therapy with Persephone to try fixing their unhealthy relationship. She is struggling hard to be better, and it isn't a TOTAL loss.

This moment here, where she gets in Apollo's face, gives me another crumb of hope for her. First, she attacks his blatant disrespect of Persephone. (True, she has done plenty of her own, but I feel her putting a stop to it here is an important step forward.) Second, she voices how much she is against Apollo being anywhere near Persephone. I'm still not sure if she knows Apollo SA'd Persephone; I think that if she did, she'd be doing much worse than pulling his cape over his head.

Oh, hi Eris! It's been a hot minute since the last time that we saw you! Is this a mental conversation just between you and Apollo? The arrow through the chest bit brings back memories.

Part of me is confused as to why she appears to be beside Persephone in the Underworld in the 3rd shot. Maybe it's a visual in Apollo's head as well? The line "That sounds like something you would do." comes across as her saying it to Apollo, but for Persephone to hear.

Artemis already knows about what happened to Persephone. Her finding out that Apollo poisoned Zeus would NOT come off as farfetched to her at this point.

The blatant, unfiltered disrespect to Hera here is horrific. Hera has NEVER rested on her laurels for what she did to bring down Kronos. She has been mentally and emotionally suffering in silence for millenia. Persephone and... Hestia, I think? have worked to support her and lift her out of her depression. It has helped, but Hera still has a long way to go.

This fucknugget has BEYOND the FUCKING AUDACITY to not only put down the Queen of Olympus, but stab her where it hurts the most.

I hope that when everything falls apart for Apollo, he suffers HORRIBLY and for an extremely long time. I want him to suffer so badly that he begs for mortality and is DENIED so that he KEEPS suffering, just as his victims have suffered. ARGH!

Anyway, thanks for coming to my LO post!

[debruhbot5000]

I just posted the sequel to All Gone (But Aching Misery)! The sequels title is A Crown of Sorrow (And a Ring of Rage) and you can read it here!

These fics are DP x DC crossovers about Danny being thrust into the role of King while still grieving the loss of his family. With two wars, relationships, paperwork, and Clockwork’s riddles, Danny is forced to set his grief to the side as he carries the responsibility of High King of The Infinite Realms.

Here’s a sneak peek of chapter one of A Crown of Sorrow (And a Ring of Rage)!

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Flashes of bombs and planes surround Wonder Woman as she fights her way through no man's land.

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She must get to Steve, she can spot him waiting for her in the distance. Calling to her. Gun turrets fire rapidly at her as she blocks them with her gauntlets, rushing past barbed wire. Everything is trying to slow her down. Even her own body as she runs as if in water.

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She’s so close, a breath away. She sees Steve, her Steve, waving her over. His bright smile shining like the sun.

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Just as she’s about to reach for his outstretched hand he’s ripped away from her.

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“No.” She chokes, sitting up quickly as she yanks the sweat damp sheets from her overheated body. Diana hides her teary face in her palms, breathing deeply to calm her racing heart and still her quaking hands. It was only a dream. Just another cruel dream.

Sniffing, she wipes her face as she decides to take a walk on her homeland's shores to ease her heart and mind.

She is spending the week on Themyscira for The Feast of Five. It is the Themyscirians’ most holy holiday for it honors the goddesses who took part in their creation. Yesterday they hunted in honor of Artemis and tomorrow they will feast in honor of Demeter. The days after are dedicated to worship and prayer with her sisters.

Diana has relished being in the full presence of her sisters once again. As they say, it is good to be home. While she loves her comrades in man’s world, cherishing her bonds, they can never fill the place of the sisterhood she has here. The true home she has here.

Leaving her room she walks down the stone hallways, nodding as she passes the few women still awake, finding her way to a cliff, and sliding down the rocky terrain to the white sanded beaches.

Diana closes her eyes, taking in the crashing waves, the gentle chirping of crickets, the cold sand at her feet, and the soft breeze cooling her skin. She tries to clear her mind, allowing her senses to ground her to this moment.

Breathing in she lifts her head to the twinkling sky, opening her eyes as she traces the constellations in her head. She finds Orion, one of Artemis’ favored hunters.

Diana’s gaze glides across the night sky, as she catches sight of a falling star. She follows it’s path taking a moment to give her appreciation to the goddess Asteria who guides all the fallen stars. The goddess Asteria who sends messages through them and through dreams.

What message did she mean to send Diana? Was it meant to be a cruel reminder of what she’s lost? Or was it a gentle nudge for her to let go of her heart ache?

Diana sighs, bringing her scrutiny to the sea, freezing as she watches the fallen star curve up and begin traveling parallel with the ocean.

Heading towards the island.

Concerned Diana starts running to intercept whatever this is.

Could this be the goddess Asteria answering her questions? Or a foreign invader hoping to strike when least expected?

Running around a set of boulders she’s entranced to find her falling star to be a glowing young girl with hair like the moon, floating above the sand, marveling at the scenery around her. She appears mystical with her white hair flowing around her as if she were underwater. Her expression is of joy, face bright with a larger than life smile, taking everything she sees in. As the mysterious girl turns in Diana’s direction, her bright green eyes widen as they find her behind the rock, body flinching back in fear.

Diana steps out from where she was partially hidden slowly, body open and relaxed, “Fear not child, I wish you no harm. I am Princess Diana of Themyscira, may I ask who you are?” She speaks softly, hoping to eliminate the fear dancing in the young one’s eyes.

The girl doesn’t relax, body stiffening more at Diana’s advance making her halt. At this the girl seems to look more comforted, flickering eyes steadying, “I apologize for the intrusion, Princess.” She speaks softly, an odd echo to her voice as she bows her head. “My name is Ellie and I come here with no ill intent.” She states firmly, a serious furrow to her young face.

Diana smiles, “It is nice to meet you Ellie. What brings you to my home?” She questions wondering what exactly Ellie is. She would never ask out loud, for that would be rude, however, she can’t help but notice Ellie’s lack of a heartbeat.

“I’m on a mission of sorts, to see the world. All of it and, well, Themyscira was on my list.” Ellie declares a clear passion in her eyes when she speaks of her goal. The face she wears is the same one Diana had when she used to stand on this very beach, gazing over the horizon as her heart longed for adventure. As her eyes yearned to see more, her ears to hear more, her mind to understand more.

Diana finds herself in Ellie and so does what she wished someone would have done with her.

“Come and sit with me Ellie.” Diana requests, lowering to the sand as she faces the waves. Ellie is still at first before her shoulders drop and she takes a spot to Diana’s left.

“Tell me about your travels, what have you seen so far?” Diana inquires, watching Ellie’s face brighten with innocent glee as she begins gesturing wildly, recounting story after story. Her reflecting voice holding an adoration for all she has held witness to.

[muiltifandomnerd]

Adventures of Chika Hanabusa: The Restoration of Earth

Disclaimer: This book follows the events of Percy Jackson and Heros of Olympus fanfic, this fanfic will not include Trails of Apollo, The Kane Chronicles, and Magnus Chase.

Chapter 26: Meeting Lost Relatives

Chika PoV

Reyna and I are holding hands and moving uphill. Past the black gates with the name on top that says, Spiti. Isabelle and Hyun were waiting for us in top hill next to a woman who looks like to be in her thirties. She was wearing a long skirt around her ankle and had a cute shirt that has a lion in a carton print. As I was walking towards them, I noticed the lady has similar black hair as my mother but also bright green eyes.

“So, you must be Chika Hanabusa, it is the pleasure to meet my granddaughter. It is rare that I can see my children’s demigods.” The lady says and suddenly she hold Isabelle and I up in the air, and held us close hold to her chest like we’re babies.

“What do you mean granddaughter, wait are you Demeter’s mother?” The lady did a small smile and start kissing both Isabelle and I on the cheeks and hug us harder. I do kind of feel suffocated.

“Yes, I am Demeter’s mother. My name is Rhea, Queen of the Titans and Titaness of motherhood.” That is so cool, I never thought that I could meet her, I thought you must be a child of the big three to get special privileges like that.

“So are the other titans here, Queen Rhea?” Isabelle asked and the lady let us go from her embrace. She rubbed Isabelle head and kiss her forehead, and Isabelle face becomes red and shyly tucked her long hair behind her ear.

“Yeah, they are here, they will be back around in two days.” Rhea answered and she just pinched Isabelle and my cheeks.

“You girls are so cute; I would love to get to know you two betters.” Rhea squeal, while Reyna looks shocked that the mother of the gods is acting like a stereotypical grandmother. Reyna was just staring at her and deciding whether to bow or not. Suddenly a Japanese boy with messy black hair and ocean blue eyes appeared and his wear swim shorts and basketball jersey. Wait is that Kaito? The last time I saw him was at my 16th birthday party. I didn’t think and I just tackled him to the ground while Kaito was wearing a smirk.

“Miss me little cousin?” Kaito lifts me up and strokes my hair.

“Shut up, you are only older than me by 5 months.” I say snarky while Kaito just laughs.

“Anyway, what’s going on with you Chika, did you finally get a girlfriend?” Kaito smile that insufferable cocky smile, I still don’t understand how other girls can have crushes on that. He’s literally the player stereotype. He’s holding me close to his chest while stroking my hair.

“I finally did!!!!” I say excited while Kaito looks a bit shocked.

“Is it that white girl Isabelle?” he asked teasingly and his eyes sparkled mischief. Ok he smells horrible, I quickly got off him.

“No, it’s not Isabelle. Please take a shower, you smell like garbage” I covered my noise and Kaito just laughed loudly.

“I don’t want to take a shower” Kaito whined like a child, he’s still so immature. Man, it will be a miracle if he finds himself a girlfriend.

“Anyway, this is my girlfriend Reyna” I lead him to Reyna, Rhea, Isabelle, and Hyun are at. It seems they were in the middle of a conversation. Kaito looks at Reyna and offers her his hand. Reyna just stares at Kaito like he’s an intruder.

“Reyna, this is my cousin Kaito” I say as Reyna take Kaito hand and Kaito whispers in my ear, “She’s way out of your league.”

“Hey Rhea, is my mom will be back from helping out in the Antarctica?” Kaito asked impatiently.

“You ask me this so many times little one, your mother is very busy woman. She will be back, and she will spend a lot of time with you.” Rhea says in a tired tone like she hears that question a million times.

“Ok” Kaito says childishly. Isabelle, Reyna, and Hyun were staring at Kaito, and I like we’re test subjects.

“How the hell are you Chika’s cousin?” Isabelle says loudly and Kaito just shrugs.

“Beats me, I’m way to good looking compared to this one over there.” Kaito says jokingly as he points to me.

“I give you a 6 on a good day” Isabelle says sarcastically and did a small smirk.

“Ahhh Chika, please control that bitch over there” Kaito says in mock hurt, but Isabelle just flips him off.

“Did you just call my girlfriend ugly Kaito” Reyna glaring fire at him and took a step forward towards him, I pulled Reyna back from attacking him.

“I’m joking Reyna, I don’t find Chika ugly at all. I was just busting your chops.” Kaito says while sweat coming down his forehead.

“Chika, your girlfriend is scary.” Kai says in a horrified tone while I cast a proud smirk.

“Chika, there is something I need to share with you privately, do you want to walk with me” Kaito held my hand and I look to Rhea in approval and she just nods. Kaito and I went to the log that we sit and it’s not far from the settlement.

“Hey Chika, I just want to let you know that I have a secret and only the people of this settlement know about it. You’re the only family I can talk to about this is because both you and I are related to Greek deities.” Kaito says in a gentle manner. He hugs me and I kiss him on the cheek.

“You can tell me anything Kaito.” I reassured him and I used my powers to give him a apple and Kaito bite into it quickly. Kaito eats very fast if he’s super nervous, so it’s no surprise that he finished the apple up in like 2 minutes.

“This may be shocking, But I’m sharing a body with a god. The god in question is more powerful than both Poseidon and Oceanus combined.” He says nervously and rubbing the back of his head. If he’s mentioning sea deities than the god in question could be something related to the marine.

“Kaito, I have a same problem as well, I’m also sharing a body with a god as well. I give you a hint, she’s the titans mother.” Kaito has eyes and mouth wide open in shock.

“Not you to, she must be a nightmare.” Kaito looks on in sympathy.

“Enough about me, who is the god that you are sharing your body with?” I asked while Kaito looks on the ground.

“His name is Pontus and he’s the sea itself like how Gaia is the earth. He’s not a bad guy by any means, he just wants to explore the world or even guide people about how to maintain the sea. The thing is that Poseidon could be paranoid and might try to kill us all because he could find me a threat to his kingdom, but that’s assuming if he is like Zeus. I think the only issue with Pontus is that the guy could be a bit moody. He’s not evil or anything, but he does need a bit more self-awareness with how he can unintentional could drown us all.” Kaito says in a quiet tone that is a bit close to whispering.

“Yeah, these gods are super moody, but I don’t mind helping them out. At first, Gaia did process me and tried to hurt Hyun and other deities during the quest. After the situation, she and I work things out and all Gaia cares about is that the earth is unharmed. I promised to help her out and all she told me is to seek the satyr named Grover” Kaito stares at me and did a small smile.

“I guess it is up to us to help these old farts out.” Kaito chuckled and I laughed with him.

“It really is, I guess we are the cursed Hanabusa” I joked and Kaito laughs like crazy.

“We are more cursed than our father generation. At least they just screwed goddesses.” We both continued laughing about our fates. The important thing is that we have each other. We both walked towards Rhea, Hyun, Reyna, and Isabelle. It looks like Rhea is giving a tour towards Isabelle and Reyna while Hyun is just do lifting things up in the air though magic for funsies. As I walked towards them, I heard a voice in my head.

“Chika, I want to communicate with my daughter, I promise that no one will be harm.” Gaia telepathically says in my head.

“Ok I don’t mind if you just want to talk to rhea.” I say to Gaia telepathically, this will take time to get used to.

I felt my eyes becoming green and I felt my consciousness back at the flower field that I talk to Gaia.

Gaia PoV

I’m glad that mortal didn’t put much of a fight this time, I just want to speak to Rhea. She’s surrounded by demigods, and I approached her. Rhea looked alert at my presence, and she pulled the demigods behind her.

“Mother is that you and why you are possessing this poor girl?” Rhea asked as one demigod girl, Reyna pulled the sword next to Rhea while the daughter the Hecate pulled green fireballs. The one that looked like Hera pulled out the battle ax. Like these could hurt me, I will have to be civil with demigods.

“It’s been a while Rhea, tell the demigods that they could put their weapons away. I only wish to speak to you.” Rhea gestured to the girls to put away the weapon, but they still looked guarded. The boy Kaito looks shocked at my appearance, so he’s Pontus vessel. I will have to be careful about the boy since the last time that I saw Pontus, he urged me to not start the war. Pontus was right all along, I’m worried if he doesn’t want to be my friend anymore. I will have to fix my friendship with Pontus sometime, but Rhea takes priority.

“Daughter, are you safe and happy?” I asked in a soft voice, I don’t want to scare my kids. They are safe with me, and I will kill those who dared to make them cry.

“Yes, Mother I’m doing well. I just don’t approve of you trying to hurt my kids. I understand that you gave my kids this realm and you helped them defeat their father, and they haven’t fulfilled their promise to you. They are still my kids, and I will protect them, even from you.” Rhea says assertively, that’s my baby. She has grown to be such a strong goddess; she hasn’t become harden and cruel like I was. I’m so proud of her and I understand she wants to protect those blasted Olympians.

“You are their mother and I expect nothing less. If you feel like fighting me, I’m not going to stop you. Go ahead.” I sat in front of the girls, and I waited for Rhea to strike me down. 

“I don’t want to fight you and I know that you never wanted to hurt us. All I can do is begged for you to forgive my kids.” Rhea sits across from me, and I looked at her tears-filled eyes. I’ve made my daughter cry and I try to wipe the tears from her eyes.

“I wanted to give your children another chance but all they care about is their stupid FUCKING CHAIRS. They are power hungry shitheads who abandon their kids to a fucking centaur. I hated the demigod for putting your brothers in the pits, but I realize they are only following orders from their cruel parents. Fine, I will not harm your kids, but I will still replace them with kinder beings. Maybe it’s time that demigods will continue the tradition.” I point towards the girls and Rhea look horrified.

“You want demigods to overthrow the Olympians? The same way that Zeus overthrowing Cronus and Cronus Overthrowing Ouranos.” Rhea asked horrified.

“The Giants and Typhon weren’t meant to overthrow the Gods. They take too much after me so to speak. I was defeated by the demigods, and I was impressed by their bravery and cooperation. I’m willing to get to know the demigods and understand them. The one I shared my body with, Chika Hanabusa, she has been endlessly patient with me, and she has offered her ear towards me. She just wants to save the earth. Though the girl should take a break about thinking about her lover.” I point toward the blown-skinned girl and Reyna looks shocked that Chika has been thinking about her.

“I’m not sure about what to think about your plans Mother, but I do agree that demigods have potential to make your realm better. I just don’t want another war.” Rhea responds.

“You don’t need to do anything at all. Look after your sisters and your mortal son.” I answered in a soft manner, and I kiss Rhea on the cheek.

“So, you know about Ryan?” Rhea asked and she did a proud smile.

“And I also know that your sisters, brothers, and their kids decide to mate with humans. I’m curious, how many demititans they are?” I asked and rhea looks around and did a small smirk.

“Well, there are a lot fewer compared to demigods. There is my son Ryan, the boy next to you is Tethys’s son, we have Lelantos’s daughter Camira, Phobe has a daughter who is named Evangline. Hyperion, Krios, and Koios somehow have a child before the second Titanomachy, Themis has a child as well and she’s becoming a lawyer. Theia has a son who runs a Jewelry store. Mnemosyne has a son who’s writing a successful book series, but they are graphic novels. We also recently discovered that my nephews and nieces Eos, Pallas, Perses also have children, and my son is recruiting them as we speak. So all in all about 14 demi titan in general.” Rhea says proudly. It seems Rhea never liked the luxury of being a queen. She seems like she’s ok with being a mentor to the demi titan like Cronus’s son Chiron is with the demigods.

“I swear that I will never harm those kids and to leave in peace daughter. I want to see your sisters again. So please keep me posted on them. Look I not going to scatter your kids if that’s what you worry about, but I am going to, what is the mortal term, oh yeas I will fire them from their jobs”. I let Chika have her body again and Chika grasps for air.

Chika PoV

“I’m back now, I hope Gaia didn’t try to kill you guys?” I asked and Reyna held my hand up and took me off the ground.

“She wasn’t young on. She and I just talked about her plans. My mother, Gaia, doesn’t believe in my children and I just can’t help but agree with her. She believes in demigods, so she will not your kind again.” Rhea informing me about the event.

Throughout the whole day I’ve met Camira, and she was very good with bow, I’ve meet Itri who is from Nigeria, and she could manipulate stars and moon beams, the last girl I’ve met was Evangeline. She is Kaito’s girlfriend and she’s super sweet, she has got me books about Greek mythology, and I can tell that she has Kaito wrapped around her finger.

“So is it true that you are a lesbian. Kaito has told me about you being Demeter’s child and now apparently you are dating the Praetor of New Rome.” Evangeline shyly asked.

“I just asked her out today. Reyna and I are working to make things work. You are way out of Kaito’s league, he’s lucky to have a sweet girl like you to put up with his obnoxious attitude.” I say in a teasing  and Evangeline blushed madly about him. I hope Kaito treats her well, or else I will probably hunt him down. Hyun and Isabelle decide to steal me from Evangeline, but Evangeline just read her book that she has been carrying.

“Hey Chika, I wanted to say sorry about the whole fighting you in the quest?” Hyun apologetically says and I just hugged her.

“There is nothing to forgive, I’m glad that you saved Ben and that found Rhea. I bet Rhea is better to work for than her ex-husband.” I say softly while Hyun shred tears of relief.

“I promise you Chika that we will be proper friends this time.” Hyun says while Isabelle looks at Hyun and I hug. Hyun decides to join up with Evangeline and I guess they are talking about the book. Isabelle did a warm smile and she put her hand on my shoulder.

“I’m willing to accept that Reyna won your heart. I just wanted to let you know that I did have feelings for you and I’m glad that we can still be friends. Chika, you will never lose me in your life. Reyna better makes you happy or else I will drive my axe though her throat.” Isabelle says in a aggressive tone.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t return your feelings Isabelle; you will find someone someday.” Isabelle closes her eyes for a second and takes calming breaths.

“I know, but I’m not going to rush into a relationship. For now, I just want to fit in with the demititans. So far, they are so welcoming. Grandmother is a nice lady, and I would love to spend time with her.” Isabelle says in a hopeful manner. This is the first time I have seen Isabelle being optimistic and smiling a lot. Honestly, anyone will be lucky to marry her.

“Yeah, Rhea seems very trustworthy, you will safe here Isabelle. Isabelle, please take care of yourself.’’ I say in a concerned manner, I just hope she doesn’t isolate herself anymore.

“I will. Now Chika, you should go to Reyna. She’s waiting on you.” Isabelle gently takes my hand and leads me to where Reyna is waiting on me. She was waiting on the same log that Kaito and I were talking at. Both Isabelle and Reyna did a handshake, and it seems that both girls are getting along. I sat next to Reyna on the tree, enjoying the private time with each other. What a peaceful day and nobody got hurt.

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Taken

A quick glimpse from Gore Silver's pov during the events of @idiotwithanipad 's fic Stolen so far.

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Hey Ames, wanna know a cool fact? Hehehe.

Water has memory. Did you know that? People dismiss water as one of the 'weaker' elements but they're idiots. Water is badass! Hehe. It's fluid, it heals, it poisons, it hardens to ice or sneaks away to steam, it gives life, captures the energies of storms and the sun and moon...And even time.

I wish I could prove it to you, Ames, hehe, it would be something cool to show you, especially as it's so fricken' BORING here!

Shhh, don't say that out loud, hehe. Don't want Mr. Fluff to hear. He might get angry and shove us apart again, put us in seperate 'time outs' like we're bloody four year olds. Hehe, what is going on with him, huh?!

Seriously, I've never been able to figure him out. Last time my eyes worked properly, before my headaches started and Mummy brought me home, he was the first one I saw. And the last, hehe. He was crouched behind a tree, watching me summon the quarters to finish my circle. He saw me drink the funny tea I made and perform my dance, my offering to Lady Artemis, hehe. That's what's so great about the gods, Ames, they don't care if your offerings are lame or uncoordinated, so long as you put in the effort.

But when my nose began to leak and my head felt like it was gonna explode, he'd been there. All fluffy and ancient, a wild man beast. I thought he was Pan! Hehe, not Peter. A god of Arcadia. Basically the Lord of party times! No, wait, that's Dionysus, but they're a little similar.

When I fell down to the floor and he came to me, when he lifted me up onto his shoulder, I thought the gods had chosen me, Ames! Hehe. He carried me through the woods and laid me before Mummy - all beautiful smoke and magic and flames. I thought she was Hekate, goddess of witches. Or Hestia, goddess of home and hearth. Or Demeter, mother earth goddess. But she ended up being a mix of the three and more. So much more. Everything I ever wanted.

Mummy. I miss Mummy, Ames, hehe.

I miss cuddles and tickles and having her fix my hair and give me a new dress for the weekend. I miss feeling ever so warm when she puts her arms around me super tight. I haven't wanted to say it because I know you miss your daddy and I've been trying to be strong, Ames, hehe.

Don't feel very strong right now. Can't move my arm. Can barely speak, hehe. So thirsty. Need to drink the moonlight. Can see it there, flickering in the distance...If I could just crawl to it, reach it, let my skin take a nice long sip, I'd be okay...

But Mr. Fluff keeps dragging me back. Stay, he writes. Happy cub be good. Be example to sister.

Sister? Hehehe, what does he mean? We left my sister at the great wall. She's back in the other world now with her Mummy and her Amy and...her Mr. Fluff. Sweet Robin.

Did I tell you about Sweet Robin, Ames? Oh you'd have liked him. I did, hehehe. That world was ever so strange and confusing. Everything felt similar but nothing made much sense. And it was so dark, nearly as dark as this place he's taken us too. No Mummy, no you, no dragons...it would have sucked balls, if not for Sweet Robin. He'd taken my hands, he stayed with me, played with me, danced with me, cuddled me when I got super afraid that Mummy was gone forever. I wonder if he misses me...as much as I miss him.

Probably not, hehe, he has his own Silver back now. And I have...

Oh Ames, were you sick again? Here, let me help clean your face, hehe.

No, Mr. Fluff, I don't care if you put me in time out! Amy needs me! Ow, don't be so rough, hehe. Sorry, Ames, he wants to clean you himself. Told me to face the corner.

Tell you what, Ames, I'm gonna be having a few words with Mummy about Mr. Fluff's behavior once she finds us.

Dunno if much will happen of it though. It's like he has some kind of strange hold over her. Mummy HATES menfolk. Most of them. She quite likes your daddy but who wouldn't? Your daddy's just the sweetest! Hehe, you can tell him I said that. But Mummy was weary of him at first, and I've seen her be very harsh to men who intrude upon our queendom. Hehe, poor man with no trousers...That wasn't even the worst of it. Mummy has no patience for bad men.

Except for Mr. Fluff.

Oh, I know he's not bad, Ames. He's just...You dunno how hard I've tried to get him to like me all these years. Mummy kept saying that he's our friend. Ally. Protector. And sure, yeah, he can protect all right...scarily so, hehe....but that's about it. Before you came along, Ames, and whenever Mummy was working, he was all I had. And he hated me. Growled at me, snapped his teeth, shoved me away when all I wanted was to play. Or cuddle. Or just...have someone to talk to.

Mistress' Cub too loud. Mistress Cub too close. Mistress Cub go away - but not too far, where me can see.

I tried not to let it get to me. Every time I tried telling Mummy what he was like, she dismissed it. Told me it was 'just his way' and 'deep down he cared'. Mr. Fluff was just hurt and sad and....very very grumpy. Sometimes I'd even wonder if Mummy was in love with him, hehe. That maybe she was hoping he'd someday turn into a handsome prince.

Don't need him to be handsome, Ames. Just kind.

I almost wish I'd never met Sweet Robin. Because now I know what Mr. Fluff could be like. He could be one of the most loveliest friends I could ever have...the big brother I wish my own had been instead of an asshole...but instead he chooses to be....this.

I'd hoped things were getting better. After I first met you, we had a big fight, I told him I hated him, hehe. Just to see if I got a reaction. And I did! He was...better after that. A little. Told me his name. Sorry, haha, it's a secret. Promised I wouldn't tell. He even started to let me doze against him when my energy would start to weaken. Such a good pillow, I'll give him that, hehe.

He hates being touched. But there's a certain spot on his head where, if you rub it just right, he turns into a kitty cat! Hehehe. I should have tried that before my arms stopped working.

Oh and then he took a massive fireball for us when Mummy went mad! I thought that was proof that he really did care about me...Love me, maybe.

But now he's done this. Taken me from Mummy. From Lady Artemis.

Taken you. Made you cry.

No one makes my Fizzy cry. No one.

I'm sorry, Ames, I'm so sorry, hehehe, I was so sure it was all just a game. Maybe it is, maybe we've got it wrong! Mummy always said we could trust him and Mummy would never lie.

Except...even Mummy has got things wrong. Like what happened with Sister Silver. She thought Sister wanted to join our home but she clearly didn't - not when she had her own family who were so desperate to get her back. Mummy could make mistakes...

Maybe she made a mistake trusting Mr. Fluff as well.

Anyway! I got off track! What a scatter brain am I, huh?!

So water, yeah, it carries memories. Traces from right back through the aeons, back to the first vapors of steam on the Earth. All that information contained in these teeny tiny droplets - like a mini disk! Hehe. Did you have those, Ames?

Us ghosts, I think we're made up of some of that water. Like steam, Livings can't feel it. Nearly as see through as my mist. But lingers there. We're memories, Ames, memories of life. And even when we go up to the stars, something of us remains here. Like Mother Earth keeping a memento of us, a picture of her kids once they've gone off to college, haha.

There is memory here, Ames. I can feel it, the sicker I get, the more tired I get. It's whispering to me. A song of ancient times. Olde English. I shouldn't be able to understand it...but I can.

"Come with me, dilly dilly,

Take my hand, tilly tilly,

We shall fly where the sun meets the-"

Oh no! Mr. Fluff is growling! My singing must have upset him somehow. Shut up, Silver. Don't want Time Out extended, hehehe.

Can you hear her, Ames? The little girl singing? Such a pretty voice.

If Mr. Fluff let me dance, I'd try to spin and summon up the droplets until they formed the memory so you could see. Hear. But even if he did, I don't know if I have the strength.

Tears leak from my eyes, leaving traces of my own pain here, hehe. Don't worry. Still smiling. Still happy cub. He never seems to notice when I cry, even after all these years. Doesn't care enough to look deeper.

All anyone sees is the Smile. Never the tears.

Except for Mummy.

Mummy. Mummy, I miss you so much. I'm trying to be brave, like before, but I'm afraid to fall asleep without getting a single cuddle. Afraid to leave Ames alone in the dark.

Afraid of what will happen if I don't get to sleep in the Goddess' good light. What if I never wake up?

What if Amy is left alone forever?

There's more tears in here. Not just mine. Not just Amy's. Tears shed by the singing girl. Tears shed by...Mr. Fluff?

What happened here? Hehe....

Anyway, just wanted to share that with you, Ames, even though we're not allowed to talk to each other right now, or write, or click...

I'm sure Mummy and your daddy will find us soon. It will all be over. We'll be tucked up in their arms, safe and sound...

Come with me, dilly dilly.

Humming, unable to get the tune out of my head, I feel my head start to bob down.

Sleepy time is coming, Ames. I'm so sorry.