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bassiascoparia · 3 months ago

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HOW RICK PORTRAYED THE GREEK GODS AND WHY IT WAS SO IMPORTANT

So people are going to notice that a lot of my complaints aren't just in PJO but extend to media portraying Greek Myths in general. But I want to focus on Percy Jackson and not other media, so I'm going to focus on Percy Jackson and not other media.

Starting off.................

The way Rick portrayed the Greek Gods was important because PJO was the most read book series that heavily centered around Greek Mythology he pretty much destroyed their images at the time.

There's an entire anti Percy Jackson tag as well as an anti PJO tag for you to scroll through to see how Rick Riordan portrayal of the Greek Gods was terrible. Be my guest and treat yourself to it. Search it up.

There are also people like @alatismeni-theitsa, @margaretkart and @katerinaaqu to ask for correct information on Greek Mythology. So be their guest too.

Today, we have PJO fans running around having incorrect perceptions of the gods and flinging hate and abuse at the real Greek Gods while Greeks have to suffer through all this bullshit.

The torture is REAL. Just ask them.

I mean, you have people claiming that they are the CHILDREN of VIRGIN GODDESSES.

Artemis, Athena, Hera and Hestia don't have any demigod children. They can't have any demigod children.

If you really want to, call yourself their chosen champion. Not their child. It's disrespectful to Greek culture and religion to do otherwise.

Rick Riordan read about and taught Greek Myths in school, so he must have read the actual versions of the myths.

And knowing these, he decided to twist them into his terrible, inferior, crappy versions.

That man literally wrote Hephaestus, a rapist, as a poor guy trying to get a girl, oh, he's so sad and pathetic, and Athena's such a mean bitch for not accepting his advances even if she doesn't want it!

I'm not joking.................and I don't have words for this. I just don't.

Riordan doesn't really have any tact, does he? None at all.

And no, Greek people cannot get away from these horrible portrayals, because there are too many Percy Jackson fans clogging up the Greek God tags with their Rick Riordan written PJO versions of the gods, which is kind of terrible for people who just want to read about real Greek Mythology, not Percy Jackson. And this happens in real life, too. I mean, people using PJO as a substitute for real Greek Mythology.

Pro tip for PJO tumblr users: if you're typing about a god, use the Greek God PJO tag, like PJO Apollo or PJO Aphrodite, not just Apollo or Aphrodite, ok? Thanks for reading this.

There are many common misconceptions about Greek Mythology due to Percy Jackson. So, if you're not sure about something, please search it up on verified academic websites or ask real people-you can do this online too.

Now I am aware that Rick has the creative license to portray Greek Gods however he wants-

but let us as educated people all be aware of the fact that we should not always take portrayals of the Greek Gods in modern media depicting them seriously and if you want to read up on the actual gods, then read the myths and the Odyssey, Iliad etc.

Now, to name another shockingly appalling writing choice-

In the very first book, WW2 is atrociously used as a plot point

Yes, that's right-Rick Riordan, beloved author of a bestselling franchise for children and adults alike, reduces WW2, one of the most bloody and complex conflicts in history with a multitude of a reasons for its existence, to a fight between fictional demigods of the Big Three simply to have a reason for the Big 3 not to have children.

Do you actually know how serious this is?

Millions of people even today are affected by the WW2 due to generational trauma and abusive parents. WW2 killed millions of soldiers and civilians alike, and the Holocaust was so horrible that some people would faint just reading about what happened. I will not go into the bloody, gory details here, but if you still don't believe this, go search up WW2.

To have Rick Riordan portray it in such a callous way, to make a literal Greek God sire war criminals in modern history, when there were other methods he could have used to intertwine the mythological world and demigods and history.........it makes you wonder what was running through his mind at the time.

There were so many other ways he could have portrayed the prophecy-make it so that Big 3 children were constantly causing natural disasters and fictional wars in the mythological world, not the real world, and constantly dividing the cabins at CHB. Maybe they had their own war parallel to WW2. There were so many ways to do this- and none of them had to do what was ultimately done.

PJO WWII IS THE ULTIMATE INSULT TO THE GREEKS

What makes this even WORSE is that during World War II, the Greeks were in fact part of the ALLIES.

The Allies were fighting against the Axis powers, the latter of which contained Nazi Germany, Fascist Italy and Japan.

When the Nazis invaded Greece-well, it's never a good thing for a country to be invaded by enemies during a time of war.

At least 250,000 people died during the Axis occupation. And the country's economy and infrastructure were ruined quite horribly.

And generations of Greeks are traumatised because of this, even today. Not just Greeks-thousands of people. Millions of people all over the globe are still traumatized from this war, be it direct experience or generational trauma.

And to make ANCIENT GREEK GODS responsible for WWII is simply, totally and absolutely unforgivable on Rick Riordan's part.

To make the Greeks' enemies the sons of their ancient gods........no. Just no.

And yes, Hitler is a son of Hades in canon. Rick later changed it because of the backlash. He's absolutely disgusting.

WHY THE HELL ARE THE GREEK GODS IN AMERICA?

Now.........the Greek Gods are in the USA!

But..........they're Greek, right, which means that they should be in Greece! So why now are they in the USA?

Well.........here's Rick's explanation for it.

Apparently, the Greek Gods started with the fire of the Western Civilisation and then moved onto other places.

'Flame of the West' crap my ass. Search it up-there's this great article called the Whitening Thief. Read that.

Apparently, without the flame of Westernisation, there would be only darkness and chaos. As someone who's not part of a Western country, this is pretty racist to countries like mine and I'm pointing it out.

@margaretkart

@alatismeni-theitsa

@katerinaaqu

These are all good blogs to disillusion yourself with Percy Jackson and learn about what really happened in Greek Mythology.

And I just want to say-Percy Jackson is an ok start for venturing into Greek Mythology as long as you've read up some basic background beforehand, but-

But-

Do NOT, under ANY circumstances whatsoever, take RICK RIORDAN'S portrayal of the Greek Gods as the REAL Greek Gods.

Never do that. That is the one thing that must not be done.

Hera doesn't just love perfect families. She literally lives in the most dysfunctional family to ever exist. And she loves you if you try. She really does.

Hades would not threaten to eternally torture literal children just because of what their parents did to him. His literal job is to uphold justice in the underworld, and sending a child to Tartarus just because her father angered him and he couldn't punish the father isn't justice now, is it?

Ares loves his children and as for why Rick made him hate them-

Rick has a hate boner against the war god, that I will swear on. Read this post and the explanation for why Rick shouldn't have done it.

And the gods are actively depicted as cruel, neglectful, abusive parents, when in the myths they are quite the opposite.

Real Aphrodite loves her son Aeneas and frequently comes to his aid on the battlefield. She also tells him to not marry a woman (TO GIVE UP LOVE, HER LITERAL DOMAIN) so that he can fulfil his destiny of becoming a king.

Real Ares loves all his children. He tries to avenge his son Cycnus when Heracles kills him with good reason for being a cruel tyrant-and they were even riding chariots together when Heracles came across them. He avenged his daughter even at the cost of being punished by Poseidon and Zeus, neither of whom liked him.

Now, what I want to tell you is that the PJO Greek Gods are Rick's interpretation of them.

An interpretation of a Greek God by a modern author (who isn't Greek, by the way, please take note) is not the same as the real Greek God. Please understand this and accordingly adjust your views.

This also goes for Madeline Miller, Rachel Smythe, etc.

And lastly, one of the most ironic things is that though Richard uses the Greek Gods in his books, he has never ever added a single Greek character in it.

I'm talking about a modern Greek demigod who comes from Greece. Imagine them teaching the other demigods Modern Greek and Greek culture, language and traditions!

It's very ironic that he includes Chinese, African and Native American culture in his works and then turns around and pretend that Greek culture doesn't exist.

The demigods are in Athens, but for how much time before they go back to America? Barely any at all. And nothing learnt about culture while they're there.

(No hate to his already shitty representation. I'm merely making a point that there should have been a Greek character in a book that heavily centers on Greek Gods and their children, even if it's in America.)

RICK DOESN'T USE GREEK CULTURE OR RELIGION AND IN FACT INSULTS GREECE IN HIS WORKS

So, if you've read the title, let me tell you something-

Do you know that Greek Gods are still worshipped?

Some of you do, some of you don't, but let me tell you, they are still worshipped.

And accordingly, you must respect them and their worshippers, just like you would do for Christians. You cannot maliciously ridicule and condemn Hellenistic Pagans who worship Greek Gods just because they are a minority.

And if you've read the myths and think that the Greek Gods being cruel......

They're not, actually. I mean, yes, you think they're cruel, but most of the myths aren't taken literally by Hellenistic Pagans who worship Greek Gods.

What the Greek Gods do is supposed to be symbolic.

Hades kidnapping Persephone symbolises death ripping children from their grieving parents' arms. It's an explanation for the seasons and it finally represents the fact that daughters could be given away by their fathers with the mother having no say in it whatsoever.

Demeter's grief and her actually being able to do something about her daughter's marriage and Persephone being returned to her is supposed to be a comforting tale for grieving mothers who have lost their daughter.

Artemis' cruelty towards certain people? It represents the cruelty of nature towards humans and what it will do to humans if they provoke it.

Zeus' infidelity and abuse of his power? Well, it represents what kings do. Zeus represented the kings of Ancient Greece, and kings abused their power and had many mistresses besides having a wife.

Many Greek kings also claimed to sons of Zeus or descendants of the gods, so it the idea that Zeus had many affairs with ladies and princesses of royal lineages was conceived.

The link above provides many good reasons for why the Greeks wrote Zeus having many affairs with mortal women, so check it out.

Also, Zeus is symbolic of storms. Storms are volatile and raging, and so was Zeus at times. He was a god of storms and as such symbolised them.

Hera punishing the mistresses and children in a jealous rage to bother Zeus? That's what queens did back in the day since they couldn't directly punish their husbands.

Dionysus being charming and fun but also being mad and wild? Well, he represents breaking away from social norms and going fully wild. Also, wine can make people fun and charming, but at the same time, it can turn people into mad, raging creatures.

The point is, most of what the Greek Gods did was symbolic to their domains. And no, contrary to popular thought, Greeks did not live in fear of their Gods striking them down every moment. In fact, many of them genuinely devotionally loved their gods.

And Greek Gods themselves are very kind and benevolent to their devotees, even today, as long as you don't provoke or seriously insult them. Just ask Hellenistic Pagans who are their devotees and you'll be surprised at the results. I'm serious.

The problem here is that we're trying to moralize divinity.

According to the Greeks, gods weren't humans. They were modelled after humans, but they were above humans and human flaws.

And the Abrahamic gods do terrible things too, but do we mock them? No, we don't, because their worshippers say that they are above humans and human flaws, so similarly, the Greek Gods are above humans and our flaws.

CONCLUSION

And no one cares about the fact that a guy is objectifying and making money off a culture all the while removing its significance and turning it into a joke.

Even though Greeks have a millennia old and rich culture, people are always bastardizing it. Non-Greeks really must stop doing this. It's very culturally disrespectful.

I've also seen grown adults saying that the Greek Gods are American so they're allowed to do what they want with them now, and that's absolutely disgusting. They literally stated that the Greek Gods were American now, right out in the open on Twitter.

Let me add one last thing here.

Rick Riordan has a series called Trials of Apollo in which Apollo is cast down to Earth as a human for the third time to defeat Python.

What I want to talk about here is Apollo's human name-Lester Papadopoulos.

Papadopoulos is a common Greek Christian surname that means 'son of a priest'. One of Apollo's domains in prophecy and he has many priests, so maybe this is a reference to that.

But what is most upsetting is that this name is used for comedy.

It's belittled, laughed at and ridiculed for its longevity and hard pronunciation when it is in fact a very normal Greek surname. Even if it's not an American surname, even if it doesn't sound normal and sounds ridiculous to you, it's not ridiculous to others and you should respect it.

Can you imagine how Greek people with that last name read the books and felt bad about their last name? Or felt furious. I know that I would be FURIOUS if my last name was used like that.

And the fact is that Papadopoulos isn't even that hard to pronounce! It's literally just 5 syllables that you can repeat a few times until it doesn't twist your tongue.

And if you can't repeat this simple name, then you need to go back to kindergarten. Hell, go back to preschool even.

And there are people who have the audacity to say that the Greek Gods belong to America and are American. Grown adults, actually, on Twitter, no less. Tweeting it for the whole world to see their absolute foolishness and audacity.

They're pretty tactless, huh?

The Greek Gods were and always will be GREEK. Foreigners are not their rightful descendants-the Greeks are (Greek immigrants included). I mean...........this is bizzarre.

To conclude, (really conclude this time) though it's a series heavily entwined with Greek Gods, the only Greek thing about the series is the Gods. There's no Greek culture, religion or language, and even the Greek Gods are heavily Americanised, which is pretty disappointing.

(Side note: If you think anything I've said is wrong, tell me. I'll correct it immediately.)

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cherrygarcia-07 · 2 months ago

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⭐️Cosmic Love // Spencer Reid⭐️

Spencer finds himself falling in love all over again whilst stargazing

content: idiots in love, spencer rambling about greek mythology, love love love

pairing: spencer reid x reader (established relationship)

genre: fluff fluff fluff

notes: reader referred to as a girl, probably incorrect stuff about greek mythology (i tried my best with my research but it is probably not the most accurate or extensive), a super super brief allusion to suicide when talking about said greek mythology

word count: 2.6k

authors notes: this is possibly a little self indulgent as a stargazer but oh to go stargazing with spencer reid. and yes this is named like the Red Velvet lyric. fun fact! the star pics above are mine! both orion and taurus/pleiades are visible in the first pic, as mentioned in the fic. i hope you enjoy!

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Eighty-eight constellations stretch across the endless night sky like a blanket embroidered with ancient tales and stories of love and loss. Tiny, twinkling lights that dance way up above, their nightly shows enchanting, enamouring- entrancing.

Entranced. That’s how Spencer felt, gazing up at the storybook of stars, one hand draped over your back as his chest steadily rose and fell under the comfortable weight of your head resting on him. Of course not all eighty-eight constellations were present, just a couple of pages worth of stars, but there were plenty to keep the two of you charmed, an air of tranquility flowing through you as you listened earnestly to his warm voice softly explaining each tale to you.

You were lying on the grass of the field beneath you, a blanket separating your bodies from the blades of green, Spencer’s curls falling onto the cushion beneath his head as your hair fell over his sweater. With his free hand, he pointed towards the sky, landing on three dazzling stars lined up in a neat row which you recognised, eyes darting to the rest of the constellation around it.

‘Orion’s belt- and Orion himself’ you spoke before he could, leaving his mouth hanging open and he let out a light laugh instead.

‘Smart girl.’ He traced small circles on your lower back with the arm still wrapped around you, a loving smile on his face.

You couldn’t see him with your gaze locked onto the sky above you, yet your face mirrored the same smile as your voices gently broke the silence stretching over the field. You nuzzled his chest with your cheek, urging him to tell you more, he grinned.

‘Well, there’s actually multiple versions of the legends that account for how he ended up in the stars. There’s one that claims Artemis was tricked into striking him with her own arrow by Apollo who was jealous of their love, but the most commonly told variants result in a monstrous scorpion being sent to kill him.’ As he spoke his finger drifted below Orion to a different constellation, ‘and so we have Scorpius.’

You hummed in thought. ‘A scorpion, huh? And who sent that?’

‘Hmm there’s a couple of different stories behind that too.’ He chuckled as you let out a confused groan. ‘One says that it was sent by Gaia who despised his boasting and arrogance. In others it was sent by Artemis as a result of unwanted advances towards her. In Gaia’s case, it’s said that she was so grateful to the scorpion that she promised the proof of it’s victory would be visible for all eternity, placing Scorpius in the sky to pursue Orion forevermore.’

‘Damn…’ You sighed, ‘Greek mythology is brutal.’

‘That’s certainly one way to put it.’

A content silence arose as your eyes drifted between the two constellations and your mind crafted vivid images of Orion the hunter slaying beasts, of Gaia, irate, and of the scorpion raising it’s mighty tail and bringing the giant to his demise. The scene dissipated and in the calm of the night you could hear Spencer’s breathing, in time with the movement of his chest beneath you. Carefully, you turned your head upwards to see him as best as you could. He was ethereal. The glow of the moonlight bathed him in an angelic haze, every perfect curl on his head highlighted as if they each had their own personal spotlight. Your lips parted slightly and you dared to look into his eyes, and for a second you forgot about the sea of stars above and you became fixated on the ones that seemed to shine within those mesmerising golden brown pools, shining brighter than anything you’d seen so far that night. Suddenly missing his voice, you turned back to face the sky.

‘Tell me another one, Ptolemy.’ You joked, earning a hearty laugh from him that gave you butterflies.

‘Okay, okay.’ He lifted a finger towards the sky again, this time heading above Orion and somewhere far to its right, to a tiny cluster of bright white lights jumping out from the darkness. ‘Do you know this one?’ He took your silence as you followed his direction as a sign to continue, ‘Pleiades- part of the Taurus constellation.’

You’d seen this constellation before, it was too small to stand out amongst the great cosmic illustrations it burrowed between yet it was captivating enough that when your eyes did brush past it on their way to the next set of stars they stopped, fixed.

Spencer licked his lips before speaking again, ‘The seven sisters, daughters of Atlas who was fated to hold up the sky and carry the heavens on his shoulders by Zeus as punishment for the Titan rebellion. They were relentlessly pursued by Orion, only Atlas was unable to protect them leading Zeus to transform them all into doves which he then released to the heavens.’

‘Doves…’ you cooed, slightly sleepy but completely engaged, ‘that’s kind of nice.’

‘Well actually, there’s a different version of the tale where the seven sisters died by their own hands but I figured you wouldn’t care for that one as much.’

‘Mm-hm. I want the dove story. Tell me about the sisters.’ Spencer smiled at your tired drawl, craning his neck slightly to press a gentle kiss to your hair as his hand moved from your back to stroke your arm. He loved that you were so interested in his stories, in his rambling, it was something he hadn’t had the luxury of getting used to in life- not until he met you, anyway. He couldn’t fathom that after years of abrupt interruptions, of being told ‘not now, kid’, even of being outright bullied and mocked that he would have anyone- let alone someone as divine and seraphic as you- hanging on to his every word and actually asking to hear more. He bit his bottom lip, a beam pulling at his mouth and he placed another kiss, with just a little more pressure, to your hair, making you giggle before he began again.

‘Maia, Alcyone, Sterope, Celaeno, Taygete, Electra, and Merope- daughters of Atlas the titan and Pleione, protector of sailors.’ A happy hum escaped your lips as you cuddled into him, unknowingly causing his heart to skip a beat as he held you tighter. ‘If you look closely, to the human eye Pleiades appears to contain only six stars and not seven, though that’s not actually the case. Merope- also known as the lost sister- is said to have been faded, hiding her face in shame after marrying a mortal. Her star is there but much fainter than the others, practically invisible to the naked eye.’

‘That’s sad.’ You whimpered. ‘Living in shame forever because of who you married.’ Though he couldn’t see your face, Spencer could tell you were pouting and your compassion made his heart ache. He decided you didn’t need to hear about Sisyphus.

‘Yeah, I suppose it is, sweetheart.’ He murmured, his hand stroking your hair slowly and delicately. ‘I think you’ll like Maia, though.’ He suggested, in an attempt to resolve your frowning face, as cute as it always was to him. ‘Maia was the eldest of the sisters, a nymph, supposedly very beautiful yet incredibly reserved and solitary. Romans considered her a goddess of spring which is said to be how the month of May got its name.’

‘So she was known for being pretty?’ You questioned admirably as you pulled your head back up again to look at him.

‘Mm,’ Spencer nodded, wrapping both arms around you in a tight hug, your body fitting against his as if made specifically for it, ‘kind of like someone else I know.’

A delighted, girlish giggle escaped you, matching lovesick smiles illuminated in the glow of the night. In that moment it was as if no one else in the world existed, all that you knew was the way he looked in the dreamy moonlight, like a God himself pulled straight from the heavens above and he took your breath away. Your eyes travelled over his face, stopping at his brows- you loved how expressive they always were: how they furrowed when he was deep in thought, a crease appearing between them that you always wished to straighten out with the gentle touch of your finger or the dainty touch of your lips; how they shot up high above those beautiful eyes of his when he was excited, the way they moved a million miles a minute with his ever-changing expressions as he rambled about whatever it was that had caught his attention that time; and how they framed his face so perfectly you sometimes genuinely wondered if his features were carved by sculptors before he graced the world with his existence. You couldn’t resist, within seconds you had turned to prop yourself up so your face was hovering over his, your hair falling around the two of you like a curtain blocking out the rest of the world until it was just you and Spencer. Leaning in, you gingerly took his face in one hand, using your other to keep yourself steady, and kissed between his brows, your lips lingering on his skin for a moment longer as you breathed him in and let your fingers drag up his face and into his hair.

‘I love you.’ You heard yourself whisper distantly, like you were someone else listening in, so dazed and infatuated with the wonder of a man lying beneath you that you felt light, drifting away somewhere to those distant twinkling lights above. You wondered if one day the two of you may by some fate wind up there too, beside Perseus and Andromeda maybe, entwined forever and destined to love side by side above the earth while people for years to come point up at the sky to tell a story all your own, one of soulmates.

‘I love you too.’ Spencer whispered back, arms still wrapped around you and a rosy heat rushing through his cheeks as he scanned your face, pathetically and hopelessly in love. He let out a shaky breath laced with disbelief, something between a sigh and a laugh as he locked eyes with you and pondered. He was a classified genius by it’s very definition, he knew everything about everything and yet there was one thing that stumped that marvellous brain of his, one thing that he just couldn’t figure out- just how in the hell he had gotten so lucky.

Feeling at peace, you rolled off of him and resumed your rightful position on his chest, watching the sky once again as your eyes fell on the far-away moon, standing out against the black sea outstretched around it with it’s pale yellow glow bleeding through the darkness before thinning out into nothing.

‘You know, as a kid I used to talk to her. Write her letters and stuff.’ You lazily lifted your hand to where the moon was settled in the sky before framing it in the angle between your thumb and pointer finger.

‘Who?’ Spencer asked, intrigued by your whimsicality as always.

‘To the moon.’ You stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

‘You used to write letters to the moon?’ A sweet, saccharine tone took ahold of his voice and he felt butterflies in his own stomach now as he pictured you, tiny and innocent, perched at your window and scribbling about your day as you stared out into the night, youthful eyes full of wonder. Until this moment he was sure he couldn’t possibly fall any deeper in love with you.

‘She’s always there. And she always listens, you know?’ Spencer noted the softness in your voice as if you were recalling memories of an old friend. ‘No matter where you are, how old you get, what you’ve done or where you’ve been- when you look up at the sky she’s still by your side, waving her little light at you like she’s saying ‘hey it’s okay.’’ You gave a sheepish chuckle, embarrassed slightly by how childish a sentiment it was.

The truth was, you were exactly the kind of person Spencer needed in his life. Someone who could look at the seemingly insignificant things that other people seem to pay no mind to and give them meaning, much like he felt you did to him. It didn’t sound juvenile at all to him, in fact it was comforting after all he’d been through in his life to know there was still magic in the world, in you and in your infectious joy as it filled his heart until he feared it might burst. He understood entirely, because that’s what you were to him- a little light waving his way saying ‘hey it’s okay’, and for once in his life he was certain he had somebody who would stay.

‘Plus, she’s beautiful.’ You spoke, snapping him out of the trance he had wandered into. ‘Much like someone else I know.’ You tilted your head up towards him, throwing him a playful wink as you echoed his earlier remark, and he couldn’t help the laugh that left his lips as they spread in a grin from ear to ear.

Another relaxed silence encompassed the two of you as you lay there, perfectly moulded to one another, taking in the night before you. The only sounds around you were your breathing, perfectly in sync, in rhythm with each other. It would have been enough to lull you to sleep right there in his arms, but before long you began to miss his voice again.

‘Hey,’ you poked him lightly, ‘why do we call the moon ‘she’ anyway.’

‘Oh, there’s plenty of reasons for that.’ He spoke in a low, yet honeyed voice. ‘One of the most popular being the belief that the moon has influence over women’s reproductive cycles, that the moon and women are tied together in a sacred bond between the cosmos and femininity. It’s a longstanding belief across many cultures throughout history.’ Since meeting you, this was a theory he believed more in every day- there was certainly something stellar- cosmic, even, about you.

You were pressed so tightly to Spencer that his voice vibrated through you as if his words were taking over you completely, and you loved it.

You were about to respond when out of the corner of your eye, a brief glimmer of light flashed, and your gaze followed just in time to catch the shooting star that raced past before vanishing into the air just as fast as it had appeared. Gasping in pure, unfiltered glee you sat up, wildly pointing at the direction the star had come from.

‘Did you see that, Spence?’ You squealed, the beam on your face wider than anything he had ever seen before.

‘Yeah, I did.’ He mused, a look of wonder washing over him as he stared at you in awe, at your blushed cheeks and at the happiness in your voice. ‘Did you make a wish?’ He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you toward him as you continued to coo at the sky.

‘No, I didn’t. It happened too fast.’ There was a slight sigh in your voice as you rested your head perfectly in the space between his neck and his shoulder, like it was meant to be there.

‘That’s okay.’ Spencer spoke in an adoring, hushed tone, craning to place a kiss to your hair once more. ‘I’ve got everything I could ever wish for right here.’

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aeithalian · 8 months ago

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What even are the ancient laws?

I've been meaning to get around to this one for ages.

Anyways! Good question, guys! Answer: nobody fucking knows. Sure, we have good ideas. The laws are mentioned every now and then as a "oh, no little mortal child I can't help you - that's against the ancient laws. But hey! You can help me."

Let's be honest: the ancient laws, while there might be legitimate reasons for some of them, have transformed into yet another way that the gods hold themselves as the high and mighty overlords of the world, and keep their mortal offspring below them at all costs. But... why? Are the demigods really that dangerous to the gods? The answer: yes, but not to the gods - to Zeus.

Let's start from the beginning and list out everything we know about the laws. I did the hard work, you're welcome:

1. Gods cannot steal each others' symbols of power.

2. A god cannot initiate a fight with a mortal.

3. No direct interference - gods are not allowed to interfere in the lives and ongoings of mortals or monsters.

4. No more than 3 people are allowed on a quest.

5. Harming the sacred animals of a god is forbidden.

And that's it. Those are the only true mentions of the Ancient Laws in the entirety of the Riordanverse (at least, the Greco-Roman books).

And I think we all know what the most important one is. Direct Interference is the only one we see Zeus actively enforcing (or at least attempting to). But why is that? Well, stealing another god's symbol of power and initiating a battle with a mortal are physically impossible for gods, and the ban on harming a sacred animal is very commonly accepted already, as it's a guaranteed way to get your ass whooped. And the rule about having 3 on a quest isn't really something Zeus is going to spare the effort to enforce - starting a quest with more than 3 will typically guarantee that you come home with only 3, if at all.

But Direct Interference is the most interesting law, simply because it's the one that our demigod narrators are affected by the most, either in the ways their godly parents violate it, or refuse to do so.

There's plenty of instances where this law has had quite a bit of impact on the story and relationships. For example, Hermes used this law as a major reason why he could not help Luke or prevent him from raising Kronos. But let's be honest: besides Zeus himself, Hermes might be one of the only gods that actually obey this rule, despite the fact that he wants to break it. Just off the top of my head, I can name an instance in the series where every single Olympian at least toed the line of violating Direct Interference, except for maybe Demeter. And I'm not sure Dionysus counts, since he has contact with his half-blood children because of his position at CHB.

But there's something interesting even about the ways these gods break the law of Direct Interference. In most instances, these interactions with mortals happen when the god is in disguise, or through dreams. And, based on how little it seems like the gods get punished for breaking Direct Interference, we can only assume that Zeus is not aware of when gods talk to demigods via dreams. I mean, he's probably aware that it happens: Apollo, Poseidon, Hephaestus, Aphrodite, Hera, Ares (who occasionally follows the rule, but only as an excuse to not help a demigod out), Artemis (although she is subject to exceptions due to her domain), Dionysus, Athena (I think?), and Hades all do it at least once in the RRverse. I mean, you could also argue that dreams are a more indirect means if interference, but I can also see how that's an iffy argument at best.

So, what does this mean? If there is one thing I know about laws and rules in general is that people tend to break laws if the direct consequences of their own actions don't directly apply to them. Gods would probably respect the law of Direct Interference more if there was an immediate negative effect on themselves, aside from just the punishment.

Think of a law or a rule that people break all the time. Littering, for example. People do it all the time, even though it's bad. But why is it bad? A person who doesn't have a lot of forethought will drop a piece of trash and say 'hey, that doesn't affect me. The planet will suffer and this will be a pain in the ass to clean up, but I'm not the one cleaning it up, so why do I care?' If you don't care about the planet or other people cleaning up your trash, the only reason you have to not litter is that you're afraid of the punishment.

I think the attitude towards Direct Interference is similar. The only reason a god would obey is if they're afraid of the punishment, or if they respect Zeus enough to follow his laws (which, clearly, is not the norm in godly society). And even then, what is a punishment to an immortal being? The only way Zeus punishes gods that really matters to them is turning them mortal - and that's a very rare occurrence.

By that logic, we can assume that a violation of Direct Interference does not actually negatively affect gods all that much. To be honest, it doesn't negatively affect mortals either. Maybe monsters have the short end of the stick, but monsters didn't write the law of Direct Interference - Zeus did. So... why? Why does it exist?

My first thought was the Fates and prophecy - if gods can interact in mortal life without recourse, then it might fuck with the way the Fates operate. But gods have been interfering for the entirety of civilization. If they really had a the power to alter the future just by dipping a toe in mortal life, don't you think it would have been obvious? Even in the RRverse, there are plenty of instances, as I've mentioned, that gods have interfered in a quest, and said quest wasn't severely fucked over because of that interference. Take, for instance, Percy's quest to save Artemis - Apollo intervened, but where were the consequences of that? Where were the earth-shattering effects?

So what gives? Also, I'd argue that the gods would actually obey the law more if they knew it had such a negative effect on the proper functioning of the Fates, especially Apollo since that's his domain. So I'm going to say that's not the case.

So we're back to the first question: why does the law against Direct Interference exist if it has no effect on the gods or the Fates? In all references to the law against Direct Interference in the Riordanverse, never once is it explained why this law exists. Why would Zeus create it if violating it doesn't have some major world-ending effect? Gods are gods: what could make this law so important that it's the only one Zeus makes a true effort to enforce?

Well, it makes sense to me that Zeus would create the law if he's the one who has to bear the immediate consequences of it. Which raises the question: what are the immediate consequences? What reason could Zeus possibly have to separate half-blood children from their godly parents? HMmmmmmmMMMM.

Well, there's another interesting thing about the Ancient Laws: some of them don't apply to mortals. Mortals can steal a god's symbol of power, and mortals can initiate battles with gods. Imagine with me a scenario in which your enemy has an army that is not subject to the same laws you are. Gods are (as far as I know) physically incapable of stealing symbols of power and starting battles with mortals, but what does that matter if they have half-blood children that reach the power of minor gods, like Percy, who can do that for you?

It's a terrifying premise, if you're Zeus. And before you start telling me that I'm going down yet another far-fetched rabbit hole (listen - I always make sense in the end), we've seen Zeus go down this line of thought before, all the way back in The Lightning Thief. Remember???

Chiron said that the reason Zeus blamed Percy for stealing the Master Bolt was because the mines the Cyclopes used to forge the bolts is close to Poseidon's domain, and he thinks Poseidon has it out for him. Now, there's a theory running around the TOA fandom that gods can control how much power they hand off to their children (as seen with Apollo's children, who rarely inherit the power of prophecy, which we're willing to bet is something Apollo is controlling from behind the scenes), and if Zeus knew that Poseidon had had a child, it's possible Zeus thought Poseidon was trying to create a super-child just for the sake of overthrowing him. I'm willing to bet that one of his greatest fears is that an über-powerful child of one of his brothers would be used to steal his symbol of power and then overthrow him. He views demigod children like weapons that his enemies can use because they could be inherently dangerous to the standard structure of godly society. His main fear is somebody with the motivation of Luke having the power of Percy. And what do paranoid kings do when presented with the idea of their greatest fears? Make laws against them.

The only way Zeus could be sure that Poseidon would never intentionally have a child like Percy, then bring him under his wing just in time to start a rebellion against him is to ban that kind of interaction at all.

Counterpoint: you could also say that the law against Direct Interference was a way to protect the mortals against the gods who might harm them or do them dirty. Like getting women pregnant while in the form of a swan. Ahem ahem. Do you get my point, though? It's not like Zeus has any real reason to protect the mortals in this way, since he was one of the main perpetrators anyways, but it is a damn good excuse if he also wanted a reason to prevent a potential revolution led by demigods.

Now, if you'll bear with me for a little bit longer, there is one more interesting thing I'd like to point out: In the entirety of Trials of Apollo, Apollo (a god, obviously) only mentions following the Ancient Laws once. Unsurprisingly, at the time he's mentioning the law against Direct Interference, he's also violating it - when he kills Commodus to save lives, Rome, and for his own peace of mind. So, to me this basically means that Apollo doesn't give two single shits about following laws against Direct Interference.

Connect that with everything else we know about Apollo post-trials: he loves his kids, doesn't want to see them hurt, and is trying to distance himself from Zeus and godly society. Even pre-trials, he doesn't have any trouble admitting that Zeus makes his rules and laws difficult to follow - nobody is good enough in Zeus' eyes. I truly believe, if there's any person who, given the proper means and motivation to overthrow at least some aspects of the Direct Interference law, he would.

Just saying. Feel free to add on if anybody else has more thoughts!

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#riordanverse #toa #trials of apollo #apollogists #pjo #lester papadopoulos #apollo #percy jackson #meta #theory #fan theory #ancient laws #pjo apollo #pjo zeus

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bikananjarrus · 7 months ago

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i have a few thoughts about how the lost hero actually sets up the darker tone for HoO really well and then. well. there was never any follow through.

now some of my hindsight about TLH is probably fueled by nostalgia (i actually am really fond of tlh and also i was 14 when i read. impressionable on my teen brain). i’ve reread it several times, but i have really strong memories of the first time i read the book too, and i just remember it having a very gloomy, dark vibe to it. (the way that TTC is set in winter and definitely feels like a winter book, this is the HoO equivalent for me.)

looking at the actual contents of the book, the book starting off with jason's pov, who has no idea who he is, so immediately the feeling is 'oh shit. something happened to this guy. and it's not good.' and then almost immediately after that, getting sucker punched with the “she's been looking for one of our campers, who’s been missing three days…her boyfriend. A guy named percy jackson.” percy??? thee percy jackson. MISSING???? (look, that put 14 year old me flat on the floor. it still hits. but in 2010 when we had no idea percy was going to even be in these books….you kinda just had to be there okay.)

alongside jason, we have piper, whose dad got kidnapped by a giant and she'd being blackmailed! all before she finds out she's a demigod!! like she's already having a ROUGH time. we find out leo was manipulated by gaea to use his flame powers, which resulted in the fire that killed his mom (genuinely wtf).

their quest starting the lead up to the second great prophecy, which is happening so soon after percy's great prophecy (like they JUST finished fighting a war. give them a chance to breathe dammit. but also implying that some major things stirred with the defeat of kronos. But how could there be something more horrifying than kronos?).

their quest taking them to all these abandoned and/or cold places (the run down wolf house, they're hiding in the sewers at one point, the cyclops lair in that abandoned warehouse, the cave where they shelter from the cold and where the hunters of artemis find them, boreas’s house being in canada, even the mall where they meet medea being empty iirc). jason being abandoned by his mother. piper feeling abandoned by a father who doesn't have enough time for her. leo being alone too (not his mom's fault she died; not his fault for the fire; but he's alone nonetheless). even their primary mode of transportation being flying on festus feels strange and out of the place, bc for so long, we were seeing through percy's eyes and he had to stay on the ground.

and then to end the book with jason dying, however briefly. literally a dead man walking from the very beginning.

the tone was something different and darker, and combined with percy, hazel, and frank going to alaska, the land beyond the gods, in SoN, we were really venturing into unknown territory. it felt like our heroes would be tested. that gaea truly was something to be feared, even more so than kronos, and that it would take the generation's seven greatest demigods to defeat her.

and then it never followed through with that set up.

#i really love tlh actually and it’s crazyyyy (to me) seeing it as people’s least fave out of the hoo books #like it’s probably the nostalgia. but i really do have such vivid memories of this book (and SoN). they’re just so dear to me #pjo #the lost hero #heroes of olympus #hoo

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ssparksflyy · 8 months ago

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what if. hera DID have children but they were born in a more athena-like way, and not how demigods are typically born

ALLOW ME TO ELABORATE

what if children of hera were born from a feeling or emotion or just idea so deep, that hera is able to transfer that energy into a human-like form?? OR what if she just like decided to make herself pregnant IDK LMAO

but i mean like what if she blessed/gave (???) lets say something like couples who want kids but cannot have them, or couples that lost their baby/mothers who had a miscarriage

im fully aware anybody who has a miscarriage still has a chance of giving birth to another baby, so this part kinda applies more towards couples that want kids but cant have them- but id say she looks for people who desperately want and are worthy to have kids, and kinda like (god i wish you guys could see my hand movements right now) gives them a child??? idk i mean she could just kinda like leave a kid on their front doorstep and just so happens to be a perfect mix of the couple (or person)?? something like that??

yea i know its such a weird concept and very loose but i think its a nice thought ! like the goddess of childbirth using her power to help those who want but cannot have kids

i think artemis would also have to play a role in this, like she and hera judge and evaluate whoever theyre gonna give a kid to so they know theyre not giving it to somebody who wont treat the kid right or like a couple that thinks having a kid will fix their relationship

AGAIN very very vague and probably doesnt align with greek mythology at all but like this is directed for the pjo fandom anyway so any greek mythology nerds out there pls dont come for me in my dms 😭

and now we enter the questioning period

"would they still be considered demigods?"

i think so yep!! cause yk they came directly from hera .. she created them .. kinda like athena babies !! theyd obviously stay in cabin two :)

"do the parents know their kid is a demigod?"

i mean like no demigod parents know that their kid is but i feel like hera would leave a little note with the kid making up a story about how she needs somebody to take care of the kid cause she cant or wtv but then shed actually sign it 'hera' (and probs add like a little heart or something or maybe theres like a mini peacock drawing on the card) but i think most parents would just kinda brush her name off i dont think they would really realize like 'ohmygod the queen of the heavens hath given me a child' yaknow

"what traits or powers would a child of hera have?"

ummm idk. im not thought daughter enough for that ngl, especially cause their nonexistent and this is literally just me making up a theory but i feel like she mostly has daughters (cause shes the goddess of women - but that doesnt answer the question at all), i think theyd be really sweet (even though hera is a jerk in the books), and i feel like theyd also be good at archery and have an interest in nature, that they get from artemis :)

oh also!! these kids are like rare. like big three rare- max three roll around every decade or so

lmk what u think !! ˊᵕˋ

#did i cook #no but seriously i need to know what people think abt this #yell at me for forgetting some important lore if u need to !!#i literally just want to talk abt this with someone #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #hera #pjo headcanon #bells' diary ˚୨୧⋆｡

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Ace, have you read Project Hail Mary? I remember you being a fan of the author's other book The Martian (which I haven't read either). I've heard so many people rave about this book but I'm just so intimated by the length and I'm worried all the science stuff is going to give me a headache 😂. Was wondering if it was worth the read?

YES I HAVE AND IT IS SO WORTH READING!!!!!

I adore Project Hail Mary so much. Actually I just love all of Andy Weir's books. They're all so good. He's one of my favorite authors. But PHM especially is amazing. I loved it.

My favorite things about Andy Weir's books is that they're all super hopeful. The main characters go through some serious crap but the books all end with hope and I love that. There's like ZERO romance in them which I love. Mark Watney and Ryland Grace are so ace coded. And Weir includes a lot of science but he presents it all in such a humorous way that it's fun to read. He's really good at explaining the scientific aspects in simple ways. Some examples of the humor:

“Me: “This is obviously a clog. How about I take it apart and check the internal tubing?” NASA: (after five hours of deliberation) “No. You’ll fuck it up and die.” So I took it apart.” - The Martian

“The screen went black before I was out of the airlock. Turns out the “L” in “LCD” stands for “Liquid.” I guess it either froze or boiled off. Maybe I’ll post a consumer review. “Brought product to surface of Mars. It stopped working. 0/10.” - The Martian

"The RTG is a generator. It’s a paltry amount of power, compared to what the rover consumes, but it’s not nothing. It’s one hundred watts. It’ll cut an hour off my total recharge time. Why not use it? I wonder what NASA would think about me fucking with the RTG like this. They’d probably hide under their desks and cuddle with their slide rules for comfort." - The Martian

“I penetrated the outer cell membrane with a nanosyringe." "You poked it with a stick?" "No!" I said. "Well. Yes. But it was a scientific poke with a very scientific stick.” - Project Hail Mary

“Oh thank God. I can’t imagine explaining “sleep” to someone who had never heard of it. Hey, I’m going to fall unconscious and hallucinate for a while. By the way, I spend a third of my time doing this. And if I can’t do it for a while, I go insane and eventually die. No need for concern.” - Project Hail Mary

“I’m a scientist! Now we’re getting somewhere! Time for me to use science. All right, genius brain: come up with something! …I’m hungry. You have failed me, brain.” - Project Hail Mary

It's so good. Please give it a shot. I love these books. Artemis is really good too and it's about a female smuggler named Jazz. It's not as good as PHM and The Martian but it's still super good.

#andy weir #the martian #project hail mary #books #mod replies #ask

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stephofromcabin12 · 10 months ago

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Ahem:

Dionysus hid in his own home during that time between HOO and TOA 5 like the dad in arrested development until Zeus spotted him out and about and sent him back.

Hera has a swear jar on Olympus. It’s most frequently brought out during game nights.

Hermes has the loudest, most obnoxious ring tones. Several because he has multiple phones.

Ares is directly responsible for reddit’s existence. He’s not aware of this. He’s also banned from 9897996 subreddits. He’s started double that amount.

Apollo’s main strategy of getting out of conversations with people is to pretend to text and go “uuuhhhhmm” *taptaptaptaptaptap* “weeeellll, hmmm, uuhhhhhhhh” *taptaptaptaptap* until they get angry and give up trying to talk to him.

You’re most likely to run into Hermes, Apollo and Artemis at a gym (Artemis is just there looking for potential hunters)

You might assume Ares would be there but he’s not. He’s casually dropping into arenas and hotels that athletes stay at while playing for tournaments. And sports bars. So many sports bars.

He used to go to the olympic village but he got too distracted by the games to even bother picking up potential mortal partners.

Apollo had a plant phase (“nymphs dig plants, right?”) didn’t last long.

Artemis attracts cats and does not understand why, considering she’s hanging out with wolves all the time.

Hecate likes to send her unclaimed kids those tarot “this was meant to find you” readings everywhere with specific hints that she’s connected to them, to see if they figure it out. She also will only communicate through scrying and magic rather than IM’s, and gets very offended when her children don’t pick up on it at all. Her version of “cause you’re always on that damn phone” is “You never use your intuition!!”

Hypnos has shown up in his kids’ dreams multiple times, in various forms. Hey, gotta take advantage of unseen ways of checking in on ‘em right. He’ll visit other’s children if he’s asked nicely and you catch him in the right mood. More gods have asked him to do this than they’d care to admit.

Dionysus can identify the year and grape of a wine just by hearing it poured.

Aphrodite is unapologetically on all dating apps, and is unafraid to message any of her kids she sees, as well as demigods in general, just to say hi. She’ll sometimes say something ominous as if she’s seen their interests and is making ~plans~ for their future in love. She knows they’re mortified, that’s why she does it.

I see trash canon Ares and raise you: Coach dad Ares. Your classic coach dad. He’s arguing with their actual football coaches, he’s grilling after a victory, he’s putting kids in headlocks and ruffling their hair. His leather jacket may or not crinkle due to the Werther’s originals he carries around. He does the reach around snack hand on the solstices during the presentations.

At those solstice meetings every year, the gods have a nymph secretary to whisper their kids’ names in their ear in case they forget.

Ares has had the same dog for 4000 years. Its unclear if its really the same dog he’s kept around or if he simply gets the same kind of dog every-time the last one dies and names it the same name. It’s called Thyella or “Ty” for short.

This is just like— headcanon but I like the idea of the gods not only being distant and emotionally unavailable bc they’re bad parents but also bc they’re just: extremely confused by humans. Especially modern humans. They can’t keep up. They’re perplexed at the speed at which their demigod kids pick up, and leave behind, things, phrases and trends. And they hate not knowing things, and even worse, not being considered cool by their kids (where’s the honor in that?). So they feign disinterest but the easiest way to piss them off is to make something up and go “oh you don’t know about that? Mom/Dad that’s ancient news!” When they ask what you’re talking about.

Similarly my favorite headcanon for them is that they’re deities, as in, they’re not human. They’re unquantifiable. They’re at times almost creature like? Like, they’re confusing and everchanging and Other. There’s something distinctly Not Human about them, even when they’re trying to come across as one. A mortal might find it alluring, a demigod will probably find it slightly disturbing, especially when they occasionally catch a glimpse of it in themselves.

Demigods, because of this, also come across as almost not human to others at times. There’s something off about them. Its not the ADHD, it’s not the way they never use technology. Its the way they nod sagely in class when discussing ancient myths, like they’ve met the gods themselves or quietly add “psh, yeah they wish” under their breath while watching a documentary.

Its in the way their eyes look purple if the sun hits them just right, before you blink and they go back to their usual blue.

Their reflexes that, despite being so clumsy, are freakishly good under pressure. The sheer strength they have when you know they’ve never set foot in a gym.

Its the way you remember that one time in the second grade when your buddy took a baseball to the face and still to this day you could’ve sworn there was the tiniest swirling of something shimmery reflecting in the blood dripping down over their fingers; microscopic golden specks reflecting in the fluorescent lights on the way to the nurse’s office. You never mentioned it at the time, much too caught up in the drama and excuse to leave P.E early. But you still look at them now, years later, stretching out in the sun like a plant; trying to absorb as much light as possible, scars that they never mention and never acknowledge crossing their abdomen and arms, and you wonder what that’s all about.

In the case of adults, mortals don’t necessarily know that they’re speaking to a god, but there’s something about them that just— feels off. Not bad, not always. Just something in the way they know things that doesn’t make sense. How they seem to appear out of nowhere, appearance always perfect without them even trying. They don’t sweat. They don’t blush. They never run out of things to say. They never lose their way. People seem to just bend around them, like the time the restaurant they took you to was closed early and after a short conversation, the chef reappeared to open the kitchen just for you. Or the time they scored tickets to that sold out concert, or wrestling match. It’s so odd looking back on that fling all those years ago and realising that you dont think they ever showered. Or shaved. Not that it showed on them but that’s still odd right? Or the time they chatted with someone on the phone in a language you didn’t recognize.

“What was that language?” An innocent question, this was before you thought to be suspicious of these things.

“Greek.” They answer, not meeting your eyes.

“I didn’t know your family is from Greece,” you reply, trying to think if they ever mentioned it.

“Oh, we go way back,” they say, changing the subject before you think to ask more questions.

#asks and answers #ask game🫒#🫒#pjo headcanons #pjo meta

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atereaste · 3 months ago

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ΚΕΦΑΛΑΙΟ II. Ode To Aphrodite

Warnings: none

A/N: this is 8k words and I have been working on it since November of last year so hopefully its good and makes sense 😭 also the brown highlighted parts are the actual poem of Ode to Aphrodite.

Deathless Aphrodite, throned in flowers,

Oh, Aphrodite as beautiful as can be sanctifying only the ones she knows will carry her legacy oh so great. The goddess who tied down the fate you sadly can’t change. Roses of all colors, swans, and doves gifting you the prettiest of blessings. The day you were born the sky was as beautiful as can be, the flowers bloomed, and luck was in the air. People gathered around to see the blessing that you were the island cheered and danced all thru the night. Your parents couldn’t stop crying over the fact that Aphordite blessed them of all people.

Your mother prayed to Mother Hera everyday begging and wishing for a child but her prayers would go unanswered. She felt helpless, was she infertile? Was the gods cursing her? She wanted to give up and cried days and nights wanting the opportunity to have the gift of being a mother.

“My dear goddess Hera here my cries” she would breathe out asking just for a chance but she felt like that would never come. She prayed to Artemis, and Eileithyia the goddesses of childbirth and her prayers would go unanswered. She took this as a sign that she wasn't meant to be a mother and instead decided to teach young girls instead. That's where she met Cassandra Kiramman, an Aristocrat and a mother to a cute baby named Caitlyn.

Daughter of Zeus, O terrible enchantress,

“Some place you have” Vi lets out as you nod in agreement, Caitlyn turns to the two of you with a small smile before shifting things around in her room “I wonder what it feels like to live a life of luxury” Vi adds on moving around before she stops at a little jewelry box on a table in a corner.

She picks up the box simply looking at it “must be nice” Vi continues on, Caitlyn skims over at Vi in the corner before speaking “I guess you could say that” Vi places the box down before walking over to the empty bed.

You're still in the same spot you were in since you entered the place just looking at all the art Caitlyn has in her room in awe at how beautiful it is “did you paint all these yourself?” you ask as the blue haired girl nods her head with a soft smile “art is my escape from reality” she says sitting down on the bed she cleaned off you stroll over to lay flat on Caitlyn’s soft comfy bed joining the two.

Stretching out and feeling the expensive linen on your soft body, you wish to sleep here with how comfortable it is you wouldn't wake up a sleeping beauty you would be. “Oh how comfortable this is” you whisper, closing your eyes, Caitlyn and Vi snicker just staring at you, taking in everything from your soft snores to your semi-clothed body.

“You sleep in this big bed alone?” you ask opening your eyes and looking up at Caitlyn she nods her head tracing shapes into your skin with her fingers “does it ever get lonely? I bet it does” you look over at Vi laying her head on your stomach “it does sometimes” she answers. You wonder why a girl living in luxury gets so lonely, she has everything wrapped around her little finger and it seems like it's not enough.

You leaned closer to the blue-haired girl, catching the faint scent of lavender and something uniquely hers. It was comforting, grounding you in a way that nothing else could. Being here with her and Vi made you feel safe, happy like nothing in the world could touch you. You wished this moment could last forever, but deep down, you knew it couldn’t. War didn’t wait for anyone.

Caitlyn suddenly sat up, breaking the quiet. “I want you to meet my mom,” she said with a small, determined smile. Before you could even process her words, she was tugging both you and Vi off the bed, her grip firm and unrelenting.

Caitlyn led the two of you down a long, elegantly decorated corridor, the faint sound of your footsteps echoing against the polished floor. The air felt heavier the farther you walked, as if the weight of what was about to happen was pressing down on you. Finally, she stopped in front of a large wooden door, its intricate carvings hinting at the importance of whatever was on the other side.

She turned to you with a small, reassuring smile, her hand resting on the doorknob. "Wait out here," she said softly, her voice steady but laced with a hint of nervousness. Without waiting for a response, she opened the door and slipped inside, leaving you and Vi alone in the hallway.

As the door clicked shut behind her, silence settled between you and Vi. You glanced at her, trying to gauge what she was feeling, but Vi's expression was unreadable. She crossed her arms and leaned back against the wall, her usual confidence masking any unease she might have felt.

You shifted on your feet, the stillness of the corridor suddenly feeling stifling as you both waited for whatever came next.

With a mixture of curiosity and unease, you pressed your head against the grand oak door, its cool surface rough beneath your skin. The faint murmurs of voices from within stirred the silence of the corridor, drawing you closer. Though the words were muffled, the tones were unmistakable: Caitlyn's voice, sharp and unwavering, clashing with that of an older woman, measured and commanding.

You strained to make out the words, but the thickness of the wood betrayed you, distorting their exchange into a blur of sounds. Still, you could sense the weight of the conversation, the tension carried in Caitlyn's rapid responses and the occasional pause, heavy with unspoken meaning.

This must be her mother, the woman of power and influence that Caitlyn had mentioned before.

Behind you, Vi stirred, her arms still crossed but her attention now fixed on the door as well. Her eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of concern crossing her face.

"What do you think they're saying?" she muttered, her voice low, almost reverent, as though the corridor itself demanded silence.

You didn’t respond immediately, too focused on the strained tones filtering through the thick barrier.

Whatever was being said, it was clear this was no ordinary exchange, it was a clash of ideals, of expectations, and Caitlyn was standing her ground. You could only hope that whatever awaited beyond the door would not prove too great a trial.

“It sounds like an argument,” you whisper, glancing up at the red-haired woman beside you. Your voice barely carries in the stillness of the corridor, but Vi hears you clearly. Her sharp blue eyes meet yours, and she nods slightly, her expression unreadable.

For a moment, she just stares at you, as if weighing her thoughts, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest. Her presence feels steady, almost grounding, but there’s a flicker of unease behind her confident stance.

You shrug lightly, breaking the silence. “Whatever it could possibly be about…it’s foreign to me,” you admit, your voice softer now, almost hesitant.

You glance back at the door, as if it might somehow reveal its secrets, but it remains steadfastly closed, the voices inside too muffled to decipher.

Vi doesn’t respond right away. Instead, her gaze lingers on you, her brows furrowing slightly. “Guess we’ll find out soon enough,” she says finally, her voice calm but carrying an edge of tension.

She leans back against the wall, but her eyes never stray far from the door, her jaw tightening as you both return to your uneasy vigil.

The heavy wooden door creaked open, and Caitlyn stepped into the corridor, her expression tight and troubled. The dim light from within the room framed her figure, casting faint shadows that seemed to mirror the weight on her shoulders. Her blue eyes, through clouded with lingering frustration, softened the moment they met yours.

She managed a small, almost apologetic smile, her lips curving faintly as she reached for your hand. Her fingers were warm, trembling just slightly as she gently squeezed yours, as though seeking comfort in your presence.

"My mother would love to see you," she said, her voice steady but laced with a subtle vulnerability that hadn’t been there before. It was an invitation, but also a request, one that carried the weight of trust and the unspoken hope that you’d stand beside her, no matter what awaited inside that room.

Caitlyn and Vi followed closely behind as you stepped into the room, their presence steady and reassuring at your back.

Your gaze immediately fell on an older woman seated elegantly by a small table, a teacup poised delicately in her hand. She looked strikingly like Caitlyn, her features refined, her posture commanding, yet there was a warmth in her eyes that softened her sharp demeanor.

"Y/N, dear, come sit," she said, her voice smooth and inviting, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority. You nodded silently, obeying without hesitation as you crossed the room and took the seat she gestured toward. She watched you closely, her smile growing as she set her teacup down on its saucer with a gentle clink.

"My, I haven’t seen you in ages," she said, her tone tinged with nostalgia. "You were just a wee child the last time I laid eyes on you. And now look at you—practically grown." Her gaze lingered, as if she were trying to reconcile the memory of a child with the person sitting before her.

The weight of her attention was palpable, yet there was a strange comfort in it, like being under the watchful eye of someone who had always expected great things from you.

Caitlyn and Vi settled into the chairs beside you, their silent presence a show of solidarity for whatever Mrs. Kiramman was about to say. The room felt heavier now, tension creeping in like an unseen force. Caitlyn’s mother shifted her gaze, her attention landing squarely on Vi.

Her expression changed almost instantly, a flash of disdain crossing her refined features, sharp and unmistakable. It wasn’t loud or overt, but it was enough to cut through the air like a knife. Vi noticed it immediately.

With this sorrow, with this anguish, break my spirit Lady, not longer!

Her confident demeanor faltered, and she glanced down, avoiding Mrs. Kiramman’s piercing stare.

Caitlyn stiffened beside you, her hand clenching into a fist on the armrest of her chair. You could feel the shift in the room as unspoken tension thickened, a silent battle beginning to brew between mother and daughter.

"As we are all aware, the Romans are at war again," Mrs. Kiramman states, her tone calm but firm as she lifts her teacup to her lips. She takes a delicate sip before continuing, "And my dear daughter is to help."

You glance toward Caitlyn, her blue eyes flickering with sadness as she avoids your gaze. Her hands fidget in her lap, betraying the unease she’s trying to hide. The air in the room feels heavier with each passing moment, the weight of her mother’s expectations pressing down on all of you.

Caitlyn’s jaw tightens, as though she’s holding back words she can’t quite bring herself to say. A pang of sympathy grips your chest, the unspoken tension between the three of you crackling like the distant rumble of a storm on the horizon.

"I don’t want her distracted by lust or love," Mrs. Kiramman adds sharply, her words cutting through the room like a blade. Her focus remains fixed on you, leaving a heavy tension in the air that’s impossible to ignore.

Mrs. Kiramman’s voice was sharp and unwavering as she delivered her verdict. "So, whatever relationship you three have..it ends."

The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating, each syllable cutting like a blade. Caitlyn’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and defiance. "Mother," she said, her voice trembling slightly, though there was a growing steel beneath it.

Vi stiffened beside you, her posture rigid as her fists clenched tightly in her lap. She didn’t say anything, but her jaw tightened, her anger simmering just beneath the surface. You could feel the tension radiating from her, as if she were a coiled spring ready to snap.

"Enough," Mrs. Kiramman continued, her tone icy. "This war demands focus and discipline, not distractions. Love…lust, whatever this is- will only weaken her resolve. I won’t allow it."

Your stomach churned at her words, but you couldn’t find your voice. Caitlyn’s mother’s gaze shifted to you, piercing and unyielding, as if daring you to argue.

But Caitlyn didn’t back down. She rose from her seat, her hands trembling at her sides, but her eyes burned with determination. "You don’t get to decide that for me," she said, her voice firmer now, though you could hear the hurt beneath it. "This isn’t just about war, Mother. It’s about the people I care about. And I won’t abandon them because it’s convenient for you."

The room remained heavy, the air suffused with the weight of unspoken conflict. Mrs. Kiramman’s gaze bore into Caitlyn, her sharp tone slicing through the silence. “Care?” she repeated, her voice cold and incredulous. “How can you care for them when you don’t even know them?”

Caitlyn’s shoulders straightened, her expression hardening into a mask of defiance. “I know enough, Mother. I know their hearts. I know their loyalty. I know they’ve stood by me when no one else would.” Her voice was steady, but the raw emotion behind her words was unmistakable.

Mrs. Kiramman scoffed softly, her teacup clinking against its saucer as she set it down. “Loyalty? Is that what this is? Infatuation wrapped in pretty ideals? You think they’ll stay by your side when things become difficult? When the weight of duty and sacrifice bears down on you? Love is a weakness, Caitlyn. It will blind you, distract you. And in war, that distraction will cost lives.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched the tension rise. Caitlyn, standing at the center of it all, took a deep breath, her voice soft but unshakable. “Mother, you don’t have to approve of them. But you do have to accept that they’re part of my life. I won’t abandon the people I love because it doesn’t fit into your plans.”

Mrs. Kiramman’s voice rose sharply, cutting through the tension like a blade. “Are you stupid, child? You don’t know what love is! You can’t possibly be in love with people you’ve just met!”

Her words hung in the air, laced with disbelief and scorn. Caitlyn flinched slightly, but her expression quickly hardened, defiance simmering beneath her calm exterior.

“You think I don’t know what love is?” Caitlyn shot back, her voice steady but filled with quiet fury. “Love isn’t about how long you’ve known someone, Mother. It’s about trust, loyalty, and connection. And I have that with them.”

Mrs. Kiramman’s eyes narrowed, her tone biting. “They’re strangers, Caitlyn.” Mrs. Kirraman repeated, her tone sharp and unwavering. "You’re placing your faith in people you barely know. Do you really think they’ll stand by you when things get difficult? When the weight of war and responsibility becomes too much? You’re being foolish."

Caitlyn’s eyes narrowed, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "They’re not strangers to me," she replied firmly, her voice steady despite the rising tension in the room. You don’t understand what we’ve been through together, what we’ve already faced."

Mrs. Kiramman scoffed, her expression filled with disdain. "What have you been through? You just met them Caitlyn, this is war, not some childish adventure. You can’t afford to let your heart guide you it will only lead to ruin. Love blinds people, and in your position, you can’t afford that weakness."

Vi’s jaw tightened as her voice calmed but laced with anger. "Weakness? You think caring about someone is a weakness? Caitlyn’s stronger because she has people who care about her, who have her back no matter what."

Mrs. Kiramman’s gaze flicked to Vi, her eyes cold and piercing. "You’re bold to speak about strength, considering you don’t know the first thing about what it means to lead or sacrifice for something greater than yourself."

Vi smirked, though her hands were clenched tightly at her sides. "You think you’ve got me figured out, huh? Guess again. I’ve fought my whole life for survival, for my family, for the people I care about. I know sacrifice better than you think. And I know Caitlyn doesn’t need you trying to control her life."

Mrs. Kiramman’s lips pressed into a thin line, her composure faltering for just a moment before she turned her gaze back to Caitlyn. "Is this what you want, Caitlyn? To tie yourself to people who will only drag you down? To risk everything for fleeting emotions?"

Caitlyn straightened her shoulders, her blue eyes blazing with defiance. "Yes," she said firmly, her voice steady despite the weight of the moment. "If fighting for the people I love means risking everything, then so be it. You can’t control my choices, Mother. Not anymore."

Your heart raced as the tension in the room grew heavier, every word sharpening the divide between them. Caitlyn took a step forward, her hands trembling slightly, but her resolve unwavering.

"Mother," she began, her voice carrying a quiet strength, "you’ve spent my entire life trying to mold me into your vision of who I should be. You think you know what’s best for me, but you don’t. I’m not a child anymore, and I won’t let you dictate who I care about or who I stand with."

She paused, her gaze never leaving her mother’s. "That choice is mine. It always has been."

The room fell into a thick silence, Mrs. Kiramman’s sharp glare meeting Caitlyn’s unwavering gaze. Her mother’s lips pressed into a thin line, the air between them electric with unspoken conflict.

"You think you can make those choices," Mrs. Kiramman said coldly, her voice cutting like a blade. "But you don’t understand the consequences. This isn’t a game, Caitlyn. Lives are at stake, including yours."

Caitlyn’s jaw tightened, her hands curling into fists at her sides. "I know exactly what’s at stake," she replied, her tone firm but not raised. "But what’s the point of fighting if I can’t fight for the people who matter to me?"

Vi shifted beside you, her posture rigid as she crossed her arms. "She’s not alone in this," Vi said, her voice calm but laced with defiance. "Whatever happens, I’m with her."

Mrs. Kiramman’s eyes flicked to Vi, her disdain evident. "You? What could you possibly offer her? Trouble? Chaos? I’ve seen your kind before people who talk of loyalty but leave when it matters most."

Vi’s expression darkened, but she held her ground. "You don’t know me," she said quietly, her voice carrying an edge that made the room feel even smaller. "But I know what it means to fight for someone. To stay when it’s hard. And I’m not going anywhere."

Caitlyn placed a hand on Vi’s arm, her touch gentle but grounding. "Mother, this is my life. My fight. And if you can’t support me, then at least step aside."

Mrs. Kirraman’s expression faltered for just a moment, a flicker of something…fear? Resignation? crossing her face before her composure returned. "You’ll regret this, Caitlyn," she said, her tone icy and final. "When the dust settles and you’re left with nothing, you’ll realize I was right."

Caitlyn didn’t flinch. Instead, she reached for your hand and Vi’s, her grip steady and reassuring. "We’ll see," she said quietly, turning away from her mother.

Vi turned to you as you looked empty, her gaze softening as she noticed the emptiness in your eyes. Caitlyn walks over to you and bends down grabbing ahold of your face.

You hadn’t realized it, but her mother’s words were still ringing in your ears, louder now than ever before. "Love is a weakness, Caitlyn. It will blind you, distract you. And in war, that distraction will cost lives."

Each syllable felt like a dagger, and it was hard to shake off the weight of them, the cold certainty in Mrs. Kiramman’s voice that made you question everything you ever felt.

“Y/N, you’re scared. I can sense it,” Mrs. Kiramman’s voice sliced through the air like a blade. The words were cold, almost accusing, but there was something more in them, something calculating. She was watching you closely, her sharp gaze trying to read your every movement, every shift of your expression.

You felt your heart quicken, a strange tightness growing in your chest. It wasn’t just her words it was the way she said them, as though she had already seen through you, as though she knew exactly what you were thinking before you did. There was a chill in her voice that made you feel small, vulnerable, and exposed.

You tried to steady your breath, looking over at the older woman standing in front of you. Her cold, unyielding expression never wavered. It was like she could see every fear, every doubt you had. The weight of her stare pressed down on you, making it hard to think, let alone speak.

Your eyes then drifted to Caitlyn, who was leaning in front of you, her presence the only warmth in the room. She caught your gaze, her blue eyes softening immediately, as if sensing the storm of emotions that was brewing inside you.

Her expression was filled with an unspoken understanding, a quiet comfort that was at odds with the tension in the room.

Caitlyn gently reached out, placing a hand on your arm, grounding you with her touch. "Hey," she whispered, her voice low, but filled with reassurance. "Don’t let her get to you." Her words were like a balm, soothing the fear that had begun to rise in your chest.

You swallowed hard, trying to push down the unease that was creeping up on you. Mrs. Kiramman’s words echoed in your mind, twisting everything around. Scared? Was that what this was? Was fear really all you were feeling?

Looking back at Caitlyn, her calm demeanor steadied you, even as the older woman’s harsh words rattled your thoughts. Caitlyn wasn’t afraid. Vi wasn’t afraid. Why should you be?

"I’m not scared," you said, your voice coming out a little shakier than you intended, but there was a spark of determination in it now. Caitlyn’s eyes brightened, a small, proud smile tugging at her lips.

“Good,” she murmured, leaning closer. "You don’t need to be. Not now. Not with us here."

Hear anew the voice! O hear and listen!

“You can deny it all you want,” Mrs. Kiramman said, her voice sharp as ever. "But you are afraid, Y/N. Don’t try to pretend otherwise." She paused, her gaze turning cold again. "Fear is natural. It’s how you deal with it that determines if you’ll survive in the end."

Mrs. Kiramman’s words lingered in your mind, sharp and unrelenting, like a dark cloud that refused to dissipate. The heaviness of what was said still gripped you hours later, each echo twisting its way deeper into your thoughts. You tried to push them away, but they clung to you with an intensity that made it impossible to escape.

Caitlyn, sensing the turmoil, moved behind you. She wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you close against her, her body warm and steady against yours. She kissed the bare places on your skin where your peplos left you exposed your shoulder, the curve of your neck, the small of your back.

Her lips were soft, gentle, and filled with an unspoken promise of reassurance. Each kiss was a quiet, loving reminder that you didn’t have to face this alone. The feeling of her closeness, the warmth of her embrace, was a soothing balm, but even in the comfort of her arms, you could feel the weight of Mrs. Kiramman’s words still pressing in on you.

Vi, who had been pacing in the background, her restlessness matching the tension in the room, finally stopped. She walked toward you and sat down at your feet. Without saying a word, she gently laid her head on your legs, the coolness of her hair brushing against your thighs.

It was her way of grounding herself and you. You felt the softness of her hair beneath your fingers and instinctively reached out, your hands finding their place in the silk of her hair. The simple act of touching her, feeling her warmth, was comforting. It anchored you in the present, reminding you that you weren’t alone in this moment.

Vi’s steady presence and Caitlyn’s soft whispers in your ear formed a quiet sanctuary from the chaos swirling in your mind.

As your fingers threaded through Vi’s hair, she sighed, her breath soft and steady. The action seemed to calm you as much as it calmed her, both of you finding solace in the simple touch. Caitlyn pressed her cheek against your shoulder, her voice a soft murmur. “Don’t let her words take away your peace. You don’t need to carry that weight.”

Vi lifted her head slightly, her eyes meeting yours with a look of fierce loyalty. “She doesn’t get to make you doubt yourself, it's ok to be afraid” Vi said, her voice strong and unwavering, a stark contrast to the chaos in your mind. “She doesn’t know you, not like we do. You’re more than what she sees.”

Her words resonated within you, a quiet strength building in the place where Mrs. Kiramman’s judgment had tried to take root. Caitlyn’s hands moved gently up your arms, pulling you into her further as she kissed the side of your neck. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting their love wash over you, drowning out the harshness of the outside world.

The tension in your chest loosened slightly as you felt Caitlyn’s warmth against your back and Vi’s grounding presence at your feet.

Slowly, the sharpness of Mrs. Kiramman’s words dulled, replaced by the unwavering certainty of those who truly cared for you.

“You don’t need her approval,” Caitlyn whispered. “You have ours. That should be enough.”

Come, as in that island dawn thou camest,

Caitlyn continued to place soft kisses along your skin, her lips tender and soothing. Gently, she turned your head to face her, her eyes locking with yours, a small smile tugging at her lips. Her gaze was warm, and her lips seemed to beckon you closer.

She reached out and caressed your cheek, her touch as gentle as a breeze rolling over the hills. It was a comforting gesture, one that made your heart ache with both longing and uncertainty. Slowly, she leaned closer, her movements deliberate, her intentions clear. When her forehead finally came to rest against yours, the world around you seemed to still, leaving only the two of you in its quiet embrace.

Her eyes searched yours, soft and patient, but as you held her gaze, the fear bubbling inside you began to surge. It was an instinctive, unshakable wall you couldn’t tear down. Before you could stop yourself, you pulled away, the distance between you growing as the unspoken emotions lingered in the air.

Caitlyn didn’t move for a moment, her head tilted slightly as though trying to read the thoughts you couldn’t put into words. Her expression softened, her lips parting with a quiet sigh, a sound filled with understanding but also the slightest twinge of disappointment. The space between you seemed heavier now, her breath lingering as a faint reminder of what almost was.

“Do you think we are gonna die?” you whisper, the weight of your words hanging in the air between you and the two women. The question feels heavy, a thought you can no longer keep inside, but the silence that follows is almost unbearable.

Neither Caitlyn or Vi respond. They both sit still, as if the question has momentarily taken them by surprise, leaving them to search for the right words. Their eyes meet, unspoken understanding passing between them as they consider what to say.

Finally, Caitlyn exhales softly, her voice steady but full of emotion. "I don’t know," she admits, her eyes filled with an honesty that pulls at your heart. "But whatever happens, we're together. That’s what matters."

“But what if they separate us?” you ask, the fear creeping into your voice despite your best efforts to stay calm. The thought of being torn away from them, from the only two people who made you feel safe, feels unbearable.

Caitlyn gives you a small, comforting smile, her thumb brushing across your cheek. “We’ll be alright,” she says quietly, but with a certainty that you feel in your bones. “As long as we stick together, we’ll always find a way back to each other.”

Billowing in thy yoked car to Sappho

The next day, you find yourself in the flower garden with your mother, the warm Mediterranean sun casting its golden light across the vibrant blossoms. The garden is full of colored roses, lilies, and violets in every shade imaginable, each blooming is a testament to the care and love your mother has poured into the garden over the years. The scent of the flowers fills the air, a delicate perfume that seems to calm the restless thoughts swirling in your mind.

You carefully pluck a cluster of wildflowers, your hands moving mechanically as you continue your conversation with your mother. “She’s very...” you begin, searching for the right words. Your mother looks up from where she’s tending to a bed of lavender, her eyes soft and knowing. She waits patiently, as if she already understands there’s more to what you’re about to say.

“Judgmental,” you finally say, your voice betraying the frustration you’ve been carrying since your encounter with Mrs. Kiramman. “She speaks as though her opinion is the only one that matters, and it makes me feel so... small.”

Your mother pauses for a moment, a slight frown pulling at her lips. She reaches out to gently brush a stray flower petal off your shoulder, her touch comforting and grounding. “What did she say?” she asks softly, sensing the weight in your sigh.

You glance at her before looking away, your mind drifting back to the conversation in the room with Mrs. Kiramman. The memory stirs something inside you, and you find yourself repeating the words that still echo in your mind. “She says I'm afraid”

Your mother’s expression softens as she listens, her brow furrowing slightly in concern. She doesn’t speak right away, giving you a moment to process. “But what if she’s right?” you whisper, your voice barely audible, as though you’re afraid of the answer. “How do I know if I’m afraid?”

Your mother’s gaze softens, and she steps closer, her presence warm and steady beside you. She takes a deep breath, as if carefully choosing her words. “Fear is not always obvious, my child,” she begins, her voice gentle but firm.

“Sometimes, it’s hidden in the doubts that creep into your mind, in the way you question yourself or shrink away from something you care about. Fear often disguises itself as uncertainty or hesitation.”

She pauses, her hand still resting on your arm, grounding you in the moment. “But fear doesn’t define you. It’s how you face it that matters. Acknowledge it, yes, but don’t let it rule you. The more you try to avoid what scares you, the more it will control you. But when you stand in front of it, when you confront it with courage even if that courage is small, that's when you begin to truly see how strong you are.”

You glance at her, the weight of her words settling in your chest. She offers you a small, reassuring smile. “Fear is natural, my dear. But it’s not something you need to fear. It’s just another part of the journey. And you—” she places a hand over your heart, “you have everything you need to move through it.”

Forth from thy father's

“You must stay with your mother,” your father says, his voice firm as he tightens the straps on a leather satchel. His movements are swift and precise, the practiced efficiency of a warrior preparing for the road ahead. The clinking of bronze armor and the dull thud of packed supplies fill the space between his words.

“But Father—” you begin, stepping closer, your heart heavy with the weight of everything you wish to say.

He stops for a moment, straightening to his full height, and looks at you. His eyes, weathered and stern, soften as they meet yours. “I know what you want to say,” he says, his tone gentler now, though no less resolute. “But this is not your battle. Your place is here, with your mother, keeping this home safe. This is how you serve our family, our people.”

Your mother, standing quietly nearby, glances at you with an unreadable expression. There is strength in her gaze, but also an unspoken sorrow. She understands your father’s decision, even if it weighs heavily on her as well.

“Father, I want to help,” you say, your voice steady but tinged with desperation. He shakes his head, his expression unwavering. “You have the heart of a warrior, my child, but this is not your time. The gods will call upon you when you are ready, but until then, your role here is just as important. Protecting your mother, tending to the land this is no small task.”

Golden house in pity! ... I remember:

You clench your fists, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. “And what about Caitlyn and Vi? They’re going. Why not me?”

At the mention of their names, your father pauses, his brows furrowing slightly. “Caitlyn is a trained soldier,” he says, his voice measured. “And Vi... she fights because she has nothing left to lose. But you, my daughter, have everything to protect. Do not envy their paths, for they are not as free as they might seem.”

His words cut through you, leaving you silent. He steps forward and places a firm, calloused hand on your shoulder. “You are strong,” he says, his voice low but filled with conviction. “Stronger than you know. And that strength will be needed here. Trust me, child. This is the right path.”

You lower your gaze, the weight of his words settling over you. You don’t want to accept it, but deep down, you know he’s speaking the truth. There’s a purpose in staying behind, even if it’s not the one you long for.

“I will return,” your father continues, his voice softer now, a promise carried in the wind. “And when I do, we will celebrate. But for now, I need to know that you will stay safe.”

You nod reluctantly, your throat tight with unspoken emotion. “I promise,” you whisper.

He smiles faintly, then pulls you into a brief, strong embrace. “Be brave,” he murmurs, before stepping back and turning toward the soldiers waiting at the edge of the garden.

Your mother steps closer, her hand resting lightly on your arm as the two of you watch him walk away. The sound of sandals on stone grows fainter with each step, until the only thing left is the stillness of the garden and the weight of his absence.

Your mother squeezes your shoulder gently, her eyes fixed on your father as he disappears down the path. “The gods watch over him,” she says softly, though her voice carries a hint of doubt.

Fleet and fair thy sparrows drew thee, beating Fast their wings above the dusky harvests,

The breeze fades, leaving the garden shrouded in an unsettling stillness. In the distance, the faint sound of marching feet drifts away, growing softer until it dissolves into the horizon. The sun continues to shine, but its warmth feels dimmed, as if a shadow has begun to creep over everything you cherish.

The silence in the garden lingers, heavy and oppressive, long after your father and his soldiers disappear down the winding path. You remain frozen, staring at the empty space they’ve left behind, a hollow ache settling in your chest. Beside you, your mother moves slowly, her fingers brushing over the blossoms, her touch tender yet distracted, as though trying to dispel the tension that clings to the air like an unwelcome guest.

You should come inside,” she says softly, her voice steady but tinged with weariness. “There is much to prepare.”

You nod absently, though your feet feel heavy as you take a step toward the house. Your mind drifts, replaying the image of your father walking away, his back straight and his shoulders carrying the weight of both duty and family. A part of you wonders if you’ll ever see him again, but you push the thought aside. Such fears are not yours to voice not yet.

As you step into the cool interior of your home, the sound of hurried footsteps echoes through the halls. You glance over your shoulder to see Caitlyn and Vi approaching side by side, their expressions serious but softened when they catch sight of you.

Caitlyn’s armor gleams faintly in the dim light, her spear resting at her side, while Vi carries her gauntlets slung casually over her shoulder, her usual confidence tempered by the gravity of the moment.

Down the pale heavens, Lightning anon! And thou, O blest and brightest, Smiling with immortal eyelids, asked me:

They stop a few paces away, Caitlyn nodding respectfully toward your mother before her gaze shifts to you. “We thought we’d find you here,” Caitlyn says, her voice low and warm. Vi remains silent but steps closer, her eyes flicking between you and Caitlyn.

Your mother, who has been watching the exchange, presses her lips into a thin line. She glances between the three of you before sighing softly. “Don’t keep them too long,” she says, addressing you this time. “The gods know we have little time to waste before the world turns upside down.”

With that, she turns and disappears into the house, leaving you alone with Caitlyn and Vi in the entryway. Caitlyn steps forward first, her gaze meeting yours with an intensity that makes your chest tighten.

“We’re leaving at dawn,” Caitlyn says simply, her voice steady but tinged with something deeper. “We wanted to see you before we go.”

You swallow hard, your throat suddenly dries as the knot in your stomach tightens. “I know,” you reply softly, looking down at your hands. “My father has made it clear I’m to stay behind.”

Vi lets out a frustrated huff, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall. “It’s not right,” she mutters, her tone sharp. “You should be coming with us, not stuck here like some helpless child.”

Caitlyn shoots her a warning glance, but there’s no denying the agreement in her expression. She steps closer to you, her hand brushing gently against your arm. “We will protect you,” Caitlyn says softly, her voice steady yet filled with a sense of promise.

"Maiden, what betideth thee? Or wherefore Callest upon me?

Vi nods firmly, her gaze unwavering. “No matter what happens, we’ve got your back. You’re not alone in this.” You look down at your hands, clenching them into fists as the uncertainty swirls inside you.

“But I’m not made for this,” you whisper. “I’m not strong, like you two. I don’t have what it takes. I'm supposed to be a maiden... someone untouched by the world’s harshness.”

Vi steps forward, her expression fierce and unwavering. “You don’t need to be a warrior to fight. You just need to be brave enough to stand with us, to fight for the things you love. And I know you’re capable of that.” You let her words settle in, the weight of her belief in you beginning to lift the heavy burden of doubt that you’ve carried for so long.

Maybe, just maybe, you're more capable than you’ve allowed yourself to believe.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” you admit softly, your voice shaking slightly, “but… I’ll try. For you, for my family, for us.”

Caitlyn gives you a gentle smile, her eyes full of pride. “That’s all we ask.”

"What is here the longing more than other, Here in this mad heart?

Your mother’s voice cuts through the moment, laced with both practicality and a touch of humor. “Y/N, don’t keep the poor girls waiting, come inside.” Her gaze softens when it meets yours, a gentle nudge for you to move forward, yet there’s an undeniable sense of urgency in her words.

You turn to face your mother, offering her a smile, then look back at Caitlyn and Vi, the weight of the moment settling into your chest. The bond between you and these two women is something you can’t quite put into words, yet you know they would fight for you without hesitation.

You take a deep breath, your voice quiet but full of conviction. “Fight for me,” you say, your words both a plea and a promise. “Come back. I’ll be waiting.”Your heart swells with a mixture of hope and fear, but as you look at the two of them, you know they’ll do everything in their power to come back, even if fate itself has other plans.

Your mother stands just behind you, her presence steady and grounding. She places a hand on your shoulder and squeezes gently, offering silent support.

“Don’t worry about us,” Caitlyn says as she steps back, her voice softening. “Focus on yourself, and what you need to do while we’re gone.”

And who the lovely One beloved that wouldst lure to loving?

You nod, the knot in your stomach loosening just a little, knowing that they’re not just leaving for the fight they’re leaving for you, for the future, for the promise of what could be.

With one final look at each other, Caitlyn and Vi turn to head out, the quiet determination in their steps. Your mother gives you a reassuring smile before pulling you gently inside.

Tears streamed down your face as you watched Caitlyn and Vi walk away, the weight of the unspoken words between you heavy in the air.

The abruptness of their departure left a bitter taste in your mouth; you longed for a farewell that truly captured the depth of your feelings.

Wait!" you cried out, your voice trembling with emotion.

You dashed after them, your heart pounding, but your mother’s hand caught your arm, pulling you back gently. "Y/N, don't keep them waiting," she said softly, her concern evident.

But you couldn't stop. You had to make sure they knew.

"Please," you whispered, more to yourself than to her, as you broke free from her grasp and continued toward Caitlyn and Vi.

Sappho, who wrongs thee?

You run after them, your heart pounding in your chest, and as they hear your footsteps, they turn around. Without hesitation, you leap into their arms, tears streaming down your face.

"I know I just met you yesterday," you sob, your voice thick with emotion. "But it feels like I've known you for centuries!"

Between cries, you look up at Caitlyn and Vi, your heroes strong, unwavering, and now holding you tightly, their presence offering a comfort that goes beyond words.

I just wanted to say," you began, your voice thick with emotion, "that I love you both. Please come back to me. I know I said this but I mean it."

Caitlyn and Vi held you close, their presence a comforting anchor. After a moment, Caitlyn pulled back slightly, her hands resting on your shoulders.

"We will," she said softly. "We'll come back. For you."

Vi nodded, her usual fierceness softened by the sincerity in her eyes. "We promise," she added.

"See, if now she flies, she soon must follow;

“I love you," you say once more, the words trembling on your lips as they hang in the air between you. Caitlyn’s eyes flicker down to your lips, and for a brief moment, time seems to slow. It's as though the world around you pauses, the sounds of the wind and distant chatter fading into the background, leaving only the intense connection between you two.

Caitlyn’s gaze softens, her breath catching as she looks back into your eyes, her emotions visible in the way her chest rises and falls. She reaches out slowly, her fingers grazing your cheek, a silent question lingering in the space between you. Without saying a word, she leans in, her lips brushing against yours for the first time soft, tentative, and full of the unspoken promise that has been building since the moment you met.

The kiss deepens, not just with the passion of the moment, but with everything that has come before it, the fears, the uncertainties, and the bond that has formed between you. When you finally pull away, your breaths are shallow, hearts pounding in sync.

Caitlyn smiles softly, her hand still cupping your face as she whispers, "I love you, too."

Vi stands behind Caitlyn, watching the exchange with a smile of her own, a silent understanding passing between the three of you. The weight of the world may still be ahead, but in this fleeting moment, you know that no matter what comes next, you will always have this—this love, this connection, and this promise that you’re never truly alone.

Yes, if spurning gifts, she soon must offer;

Vi walks over, her steps slow and purposeful, and without a word, she gently presses a kiss to your forehead. It’s warm, tender, filled with a care that only someone who truly understands you can give. You close your eyes, savoring the softness of her touch, feeling the bond between you deepen in that quiet moment.

But it isn’t enough. The desire to show her just how much she means to you rises in your chest, and before you can think, you lean up, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. It’s hesitant, but filled with the raw emotion you’ve been holding inside. Her lips are warm, her surprise palpable for only a heartbeat before she kisses you back, gentle and knowing.

When you pull away, both of you breathless, Vi’s eyes meet yours surprised, but softened by understanding. For a moment, words aren’t needed. The kiss speaks everything you couldn’t say.

“Take care of yourself,” she whispers, her hand gently brushing your cheek, the tenderness in her touch making your heart swell.

You nod, feeling the weight of her gaze linger on you, a silent promise that even if you part now, the connection between you will never fade.

Yes, if loving not, she soon must love thee, Howso unwilling..."

You step back slightly, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within you gratefulness, fear, love, and longing. The moment feels suspended in time, as though everything around you has quieted just for this brief exchange. But reality tugs at your heart, reminding you of the dangers that await.

Caitlyn, standing just a few steps away, watches you both with a soft, almost understanding smile. Her eyes flicker between you and Vi, as if sensing the shift in the air. Her hand rests on Vi's shoulder, grounding both of you in the weight of what’s to come.

“We should go,” Caitlyn says gently, though her voice carries the strength of someone who knows what lies ahead. "Dawn is getting near."

Vi nods, her gaze still locked with yours, a quiet resolve in her eyes. You watch as she steps away from you, but not before giving you one last lingering look, a promise, a silent vow to return.

With a final glance at both of them, you watch as Caitlyn and Vi begin to walk away, their silhouettes growing smaller in the growing light of the morning. The cold wind bites at your skin, but the warmth of their presence stays with you, as if their touch lingers in your heart.

You remain standing for a long moment, watching them disappear into the distance. Each step they take feels like a piece of your heart walking away with them, but deep down, you know they’ll carry your love, your strength, and your wish for their safety with them. You only hope that one day, they will return.

But for now, all you can do is stand and wait, praying that this war, this conflict, won’t steal the people you care about from your life.

And as the wind swirls around you, carrying the scent of the earth and the promise of the gods, you whisper softly, barely audible over the wind, "Come back to me."

Come again to me! O now! Release me!

You stand there for a while longer, feeling the weight of the silence settle around you, the landscape stretching out in front of you. The sun begins to rise, casting long shadows across the ground, but all you can focus on is the image of Caitlyn and Vi, disappearing into the horizon. The ache in your chest feels both unbearable and bittersweet.

Your mother steps up beside you, her presence comforting but quiet. She doesn’t speak at first, perhaps knowing that words won’t help in this moment, but she places a hand on your shoulder, offering what little solace she can.

“I know how you feel, child,” she says softly, her voice low as she watches the same distant spot you do. “But they’re strong, like you. They’ll fight for you, and you for them.”

You don’t respond right away, unsure of how to voice what’s going on inside of you. A part of you wants to run after them, to be with them, to stand by their side, but you know you can’t. Not yet. Not while your father’s wishes hold you bound to this place.

Instead, you squeeze your mother’s hand, the words stuck in your throat. There’s a deep, heavy feeling in the air, a strange stillness that makes it feel as though time itself has paused. You wish you could say something, anything, that would make everything seem less overwhelming.

End the great pang! And all my heart desireth

"Do you think they'll be okay?" you finally ask, the question tumbling from your lips before you can stop it. It's a question that hangs in the air, unanswered, but you feel the weight of it regardless.

Your mother sighs, pulling you into a gentle embrace. “None of us know what the future holds, child. All we can do is hold on to hope. They’ll do the same for you.”

You nod, a small, shaky breath escaping your lips as you try to believe in her words. But deep down, the fear lingers, gnawing at you, feeding the uncertainty that you’ve tried so hard to push aside. You can't help but worry about what the battle will bring, the loss it will surely leave in its wake.

As the sun climbs higher, its golden rays beginning to warm the earth, you turn back to the house, feeling the weight of the world pressing on your shoulders. Your mother’s steady presence beside you is a reminder of everything you’ve left behind, of everything you stand to lose.

But you know, in that moment, that you must hold onto the hope that one day, Caitlyn and Vi will return alive, whole, and ready to live again. Until then, you will wait.

Now of fulfillment, fulfill! O Aphrodite, Fight by my shoulder!

You whisper softly, your voice carried away by the faint breeze, as memories of the promises you made with Caitlyn and Vi flood your mind. “I’ll fight by your side,” you vow, the words filled with quiet determination.

The garden seems to hold its breath, the flowers swaying gently as if bearing witness to your resolve. Above, the sky glows with the soft hues of twilight, a reminder that dawn and the unknown it carries is not far off.

Your heart pounds, heavy with fear but also with purpose. Whatever lies ahead, whatever fate the gods have written, you know one thing with certainty: you will not let your promises fade into the wind.

Finished finally done let me know if you wanna be tagged in the rest of the parts have a nice day Ⓒ︎ seulszn.

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Linked Universe College Radio AU

Since I recently got some motivation to work on this one, I figured I would brain dump a little about my LU College Radio AU. It's basically a college/university AU but each of the main LU Links are somehow associated with their college radio station at Kakariko University.

Why radio? I was listening to The Oh Hellos when the idea struck me so each of the works are hopefully going to have titles taken from Oh Hellos songs. This will, hopefully, just mostly focus on the Links + the radio station but who knows? I added way too many characters to this braindump but oh well

The Links

Time

Staff coordinator for the radio station

Broadcasting professor

Usually gets stuck teaching the freshman and sophomores

Married to the zoology professor, Malon

Taking care of Twilight's dog, Wolfie, until Twilight finds a dog-friendly place. Acts like he hates it, but he actually loves it

Infamous for being a hardass

"Call me Time. Don't call me Link, that's my nephew. Don't call me Professor Lon, that's my wife"

Legend

Has done just about anything and everything

Knows everyone, but just because he's been here so long and has done so much

Has officialy been an agriculture major, a meteorology major, a humanities major, a fine art major, a fashion design major, and an engineering major in the past

Has finally settled with being a broadcasting major after doing the Jaded Boys radio show with Wild

Part of the Jaded Boys with Wild, then is part of Triple Threat with Wild and Hyrule

Lives off-campus with his current partner, Ravio

Also lives with Warriors

Used to date a girl named Marin from Mabe City. No he doesn't talk about it

Does not like driving. Or storms.

Has a cane

Even in an AU he can't escape the Koholint Trauma

Wild

Campus cryptid

Everyone knows him. No one knows what he's studying

(It's engineering. He, Purah, and Fauna are a terror to the school together)

Addicted to energy drinks

Never studies, always passes exams

Always socially overbooked

Has amnesia and bad scarring from a house fire

Was adopted by Teba and Saki after said house fire

Has a twin brother named Age. Most people think Age is older but Wild's actually older

Was the one who coerced Legend and Hyrule into radio

Lives in a house off-campus with Twilight, Age, Sidon, Yunobo, Mipha, and Revali.

Has committed arson before

Has gotten arrested for committing arson before

Twilight

Zoology major

Is the reason Wild's still alive

Used to be roommates with Wild in the dorms when they were freshmen

Took a gap year between high school and college

Has a dog named Wolfie

Regular guest on Triple Threat

Runs the Helpful Paws club, which is a club all about service dogs. Ilia helps run said club

Works on Legend's uncle's orchard during the weekends

Four

Computer science major

Technology director at the radio station (yes this position only exists because of Wild)

Friendly rivalry with Wild because Wild breaks everything

Shadow is his step-brother

Warriors

Fashion design major

Joined Legend and Ravio's lease at the last minute because of stuff that happened between him and his other roommates

Has a restraining order against Cia and doesn't talk to Lana

Is currently dating Artemis, a fashion merchandising major

Met Legend when Legend was doing fashion design. No one knows how they're friends. They fight all the time.

Legend forced him to make his own radio show when Wild roped Legend into doing the Jaded Boys. So now Warriors has a show called Wednesday With Warriors

Sky

Senior aviation major

Runs The Loftwings with his fiancé, Sun, and his best friend, Groose.

Has a bad habit of sleeping through his alarm

Currently taking care of his older brother's mouthy parrot, Crimson.

Also lives with Groose and Sun

Wind

Freshman metrology major

Super friendly

Cares more about the college experience than learning

Hyrule's roommate

After Hyrule starts doing Triple Threat, Wind gets the idea to do the Wind Waker podcast with Tetra where they sing sea shanties and tell pirate stories

Spirit is his introverted cousin and he's made it his goal to get Spirit to get out more

He also does the same with Hyrule

Hyrule

Freshman undecided major

Joins Triple Threat under Wild's insistence

Very shy

Grew up in a really small town

Wind's roommate

Is regularly forced out of the dorm by Wind but prefers to just wander around town and campus

Childhood friends with Dawn

Age

Wid's twin brother who is very different from Wild

Business major, accounting minor

Dating Mipha, a senior nursing student

Rarely goes to parties, but plays damage control when Wild hosts them at their house

Does remember his and Wild's past. Wild's amnesia caused a rift to form between them for a while, but they're working on getting past that now

Was also adopted by Teba and Saki

Shadow

Four's step-brother

Vaati's his dad, but he's cut Vaati out of his life now

Theater major with a minor in set design

Got his nickname from no one being able to see him onstage when moving props around

Everyone is convinced he has some sort of magical powers

A bit shy, and a bad boy

Dating Dot

Spirit

Freshman engineering major

His roommate is Niko

Wind's introverted cousin who's often dragged out of his dorm by Wind

Would much rather spend time with construction documents than people

First

Sky's older brother who's not around a lot since he's in the military (he's a doctor)

Married to a woman named Hylia

Has a parrot named Crimson that he's trusting Sky to take care of

The Zeldas

Lullaby

Works at Kakriko Univeristy as a broadcasting professor

An old flame of Time's, but they've both moved on by now

Usually teaches upper division classes

Fable

Legend's older sister who lives in Castle City

Already graduated with a business degree

Comes around for the holidays and drops in occasionally to see how Legend's doing

Flora

Constantly overbooked with school

Double-majoring in anthropology and history

Part of hundreds of different clubs and student organizations

Hard to get a moment alone with her at all

Has recently gotten close to Rauru and Sonia, who are both anthropology students

Fauna's twin sister. Flora's younger, though

Dusk

Political science major

Knows Twilight through Midna but since Twi and Midna broke up, Dusk doesn't really talk to Twilight anymore

Roommates with Midna and Artemis

Dot

Political science major and Four's childhood friend

Hopes to get into law school one day

Dating Shadow (her dad isn't too happy about this)

Lives with Aurora and Dawn and used to be roommates with Aurora when they were in the dorms

Artemis

Fashion merchandising major

Warriors' girlfriend

Used to also be his housemate, but after things happened with Cia and Lana she moved in with Midna and Dusk

Still occasionally talks to Lana

Sun

Senior aviation major and Sky's fiancé

Runs The Loftwings with Sky and Groose

Also lives with Sky and Groose

Appears to be very level-headed on the outside, but is secretly kind of crazy

Tetra

Ecology major with a minor in biology

Eventually becomes close friends with Wind

Roommates with Phantom and they get along like fire and gasoline

(seriously do not let either of those girls near a lighter... or boxing gloves)

Part of the Wind Waker podcast with Wind

Aurora

Senior political science major

She, Dot, and Dawn live together

Dawn is her younger sister

Is going to move to Castle City after graduation

Refuses to go home after having a horrible falling out with her brother

Dawn

Freshman early childhood education major

Wants to teach kindergarten and preeschool one day

Lives with her older sister, Aurora, and Aurora's roommate, Dot

Doesn't plan on returning to her hometown either

Childhood friends with Hyrule

Fauna

Flora's twin sister who's majoring in engineering and minoring in biology

Best friends with Purah and Impa

Closer to Age than Wild, but she's in a lot of classes with Wild

It is a horrible idea to leave her, Purah, and Wild alone in a room together

Has a cat named Terrako, who hates everyone except for her

Her father puts a lot of pressure on both her and Flora, but Fauna feels it the most since she's the oldest

Phantom

Freshman communications major

Tetra's roommate

She looks like any old upperclass girl but she is always ready to throw hands

Somehow becomes friends with Spirit

Hylia

First's wife who's a doctor at a local hospital

Keeps an eye out for Sky even though she knows he doesn't really need it

Will bring Sky and his friends food and snacks

Absolutely willing to drive Sky and his friends home when none of them can drive

Very motherly and open

Some Others:

Malon

Time's wife who's a zoology professor

Twilight has started a protection squad for her (all the Links are part of it. Even Time)

Everyone loves her

Ravio:

Legend's partner

Business major

Has a bird named Sheerow who poops everywhere

Despite this he is the cleanest one in the apartment

Constantly roping Legend into new business ideas

Used to run a shop out of his and Legend's dorm room when they lived in the dorms together. Legend's pretty sure it was against the rules. Ravio doesn't care

Acts greedy, but is actually living off his loans

Never goes home. He goes over Legend's Uncle's house for holidays now.

His younger sister, Hilda, often sleeps over and Legend and Ravio's

Has a horrible relationship with his father, Yuga

Sidon, Mipha, Revali, Yunobo:

Wild's housemates alongside Twilight and Age

Revali claims he's the only reason the house hasn't burned down

Revali is also one of Teba and Saki's adopted children, and had a bit of a superiority complex over being adopted first (he was there first) when they were kids. He's gotten better, but he's still a bit of a jerk to Wild. He and Age have bonded over Wild constantly giving them heart attacks

Sidon is a sophomore political science major who is super friendly, but has a hard time stopping conversations. Head over heels for his girlfriend, Yona. Is also super tall and often mistaken for being the older sibling

Mipha is a senior nursing student. Sidon's older sister, Age's girlfriend. If there's a medical emergency, chances are the Links are calling Mipha first even though they really should go to the hospital instead

Revali is a senior aviation major and hopes to join the air force after college to "get away from the filth" (meaning Age and Wild. He would never call Tulin filth)

Yunobo is a sophomore geoscience major. Works at his grandpa's coffee shop, Goron City Coffee

Urbosa, Daruk, Riju:

Urbosa is Riju's aunt and and mother figure to Flora and Fauna. She lives in Castle City, but often comes to Kakariko to give guest lectures. She's a businesswoman

Daruk is Yunobo's grandpa who owns Goron City Coffee. He often lets the radio host events at his coffee shop, and acts like a father figure for Wild's friend group

Riju is a freshman business major who wants to be like her aunt, Urbosa. Flora and Fauna see her as their younger sister.

Teba, Saki, Tulin:

Revali was adopted first, then Age and Wild

Teba is retired from being in the military

Saki teaches private singing lessons

Tulin is the Baby of the family and is in middle school. He is an absolute terror. Never let Wild babysit him, they will both get into trouble. Tulin is everyone's favorite and Tulin will use that to his advantage

Ilia:

Twilight's friend who helps run the Helpful Paws club

She has a huge crush on Twilight but doesn't want to overstep, especially after the bad break up with Midna

Rusl, Uli, Colin:

Twilight's family in Ordon who adopted him when he was about 8

Colin's just starting high school and is dealing with a lot of bullying, so he calls Twilight often for help

Rusl is a detective, but he's on paternity leave right now since Uli just had their daughter

Grandpa Smith:

Four and Shadow's grandpa

Took them both in after their mother died and Vaati went to prison

Four was usually a good kid, but Shadow was a little terror

Lives in Kakariko City so he gets to see his boys often