#pleione writes

[the-moon-in-the-gutter]

Thinking about some of the ghouls having altars in their rooms. The spaces treated with care and reverence, an extension of their worship and their piety. All objects are placed on their altars with purpose and intent, a gift to their Dark Lord.

However, some ghouls have a tendency to forget that it's not just another table in their room. Dewdrop being the most common to place things on his altar by mistake, before realizing. There's a vase of now dried roses that Aether had brought him, accidentally becoming an offering to Lord Lucifer. The ghoul was commonly only scatter-brained when in a rush.

One afternoon Dewdrop had brought a cup of tea he had made with him, intending to place it on his dresser before rushing back to the kitchen to gather a few other things. Aether had been laid in his bed, stricken with a second migraine in a two week span. When Dew returned to his room, a collection of pain medication, saltine crackers, and a specialty tea was placed on the bedside table. It was in that moment when he went for a sip of his tea that he had realized where he placed his mug, grumbling curses under his breath as to not disturb his mate that was laying with his eyes covered in a cold rag.

After that day, his mug became a permanent fixture of his altar. When rising from his bed to go make a cup of tea to accompany his reading, he will pause by his altar. "I'm about to make some tea, you want some too?" Dewdrop asks casually, as if speaking to a friend. The ghoul stood, waiting for a glimmer of confirmation in his mind before gathering the mug to bring an offering back. All before being scolded by Aether for his intense casual demeanor with Lord Lucifer, "You cannot speak to Lord Lucifer like he's a pal, what in the hell is wrong with you?"

Dewdrop would just shrug, his mind on portioning tea into diffusers before turning to his mate. "What's the worst that can happen? I go to Hell, again?" he would ask incredulously, knowing there was a point to be made on both sides.

[lavellander]

what started as regular ol pose/expression practice turned into a flashback of pleione getting taken to the circle 😔

[neiptune]

Hihi! ☺️ For your event: "i’d drive away before i let you go" w/ Sanemi (or Giyuu) + mutual pining trope. 🤍 Preferably a happy ending (implied or obvious), but I'll survive if you mix in some angst. 😆

Thanks so much for hosting another event — super excited to read what you write !! 😍

tomioka giyuu x I'd drive away before I let you go

request a character + prompt here :)

“D’you believe in soulmates?”

All you’re actively looking at is the night sky, a dark blanket sprayed with tiny lights blinking back at you. Still, you’re sure he’s turned his head to look at your side profile with furrowed brows and a skeptical expression, the same one he had when you had first interrupted your stroll and begged him to just lie down for a little while.

“I don’t”

You snort, not at all surprised.

“Okay. What d’you think is the closest thing, then?”

“The closest thing to what?”

“That kinda love��� you give in at last, turn your head to find his navy gaze already on you “if you don’t believe in soulmates, what d’you believe in?”

Giyuu lets a beat pass, comfortable silence settling over the both of you and the empty park, sounds that belong to the city feeling miles away as he slowly blinks, focused on your features for a second too long.

“Dread”

You huff out a laugh so genuine it almost, almost has his lips curling into a soft smile.

“Dread? Care to expand on that?”

Giyuu knows he’s not generally regarded as particularly perceptive but maybe you’re not so bright yourself, he thinks. Expand? Does he need to? Isn’t it obvious?

“When you have someone in your life and they slowly become part of yourself, too. When they know every aspect of you, are happy to put up with your worst and make you feel lucky to be around to put up with their worst in turn. So much that just the idea of losing them is dreadful. You know, paralyzing anxiety n’all that”

It’s interesting that you can’t cast your eyes way from his, even more that your gaze flickers to his lips for a second. Giyuu seems to not only know what being in love feels like, he also seems to have experienced the all-encompassing kind of love firsthand. It’s cruel, that you’re surprised. It’s even worse, feeling small pangs of resentment stinging in your throat and lungs all of a sudden. It’s unfair. So what if he’s had a love like that and has never told you? It’s not like he has some kind of unspoken obligation.

“Sounds to me like you do believe in soulmates” it’s pathetic, the way you turn away from him to focus on the sky once again. You’re barely able to discern the stars in the first place, city lights be damned, but you have trained your gaze long enough to know what to look for.

Memories of humid summer nights, gentle hands setting up a telescope indoors to guide you through how everything works before taking it out into the night make their way back to you. The moon, the very first celestial object you got to find by yourself, so close and a quarter million miles away at once, just like Giyuu. Patient explanations and gentle pleas to take your time to explore each impact crater and the lunar seas, formed billions of years ago. A summer spent waiting on a familiar balcony until jupiter would rise, bright and imposing with its cloud belts, nothing more than dusky tan bands in the eyepiece you were glued to.

The north star, or Polaris, is pretty consistent in its positon and always helps you navigate the sky more easily. The evening is crisp enough for you to find it right away: Orion with its belt, a little cluster of stars you’ve learned to recognize as the Pleiades sparkling on its upper right. Seven divine sisters, Pleione’s daughters. He’s taught you all that.

“You don’t need to believe in fate or destiny for someone to be special. Sometimes you just get lucky” Giyuu sits up in your peripheral, arms resting on his knees as he peers up at the sky.

You need luck. And you need timing.

“Have you ever gotten that lucky?” it’s not casual at all, the way you almost whisper the question. He’s tempted to glance at you: ever the attentive observer, always able to read every crease of your forehead and subtle furrow of brows.

He resists the temptation.

“Yeah” he mumbles and you wish you could swallow the words to ease the painful squeeze of your stomach.

“The kind of love you’d drop everything for? Quit jobs, change cities, take planes, get a driver’s license?” it’s childish, the way you insist, but you can’t help it and the way he just shrugs is honestly infuriating.    

“Guess so”

Fine, that’s it.

You stand up abruptly and not so gently pat your jeans clean of any grass remains, shooting him an offended glare you make sure he doesn’t miss by faintly kicking his shoe with your own. Giyuu glances up at you, currently towering over him with a frown that has gigantic question marks floating right above his head.

“Guess you’d really ditch everything, huh? Even me. Let’s go, before I change my mind about buying you that ice cream” you grumble, barely resisting the urge to flick his stupid forehead before turning around and marching in the opposite direction with a pace fast enough to underline your annoyance but controlled enough not to actually leave him behind.

Giyuu cocks his head as he watches you walk away, confused and not entirely sure about what's just happened. His eyes are still fixed on your back as he sighs in frustration.

“Yeah, I’d ditch everything” he mutters to himself “I’d drive away before I let you go. You’re the only thing keeping me here, anyway”

Idiot.

Who cares about timing? He's already been lucky enough, no need to be fucking greedy.

“Giyuu, what the hell? Are you coming or not?”

Yeah, he'll tell you. Maybe over ice cream.

[peachblossom-odyssey]

You are my favorite Hades writer, I have reread your Hades fics SO MUCH!!! I was so excited when Hades 2 early access was announced, not only because I wanted to play it, but because there was a chance you might write a new Hades fic.

And then you did, multiple times!!! And I love and reread them a bunch!!!

I wasn't that familiar with the "protective siblings" "possessive partners" tropes, but now I'm HOOKED (and I'm blaming you! /joke).

I even read fics you've written for fandoms I'm not apart of, or media I haven't seen, purely because I wanted to read more of your writing!

How you portray possessiveness is so interesting, and in a refreshing way? Like, I wasn't the biggest fan of possessiveness in fanfics because it was usually one sided, and it always ventured into the possessive one being unfairly controlling. But I really love how you portray possessiveness because it's mutual! Or, even if it's mutual, I never got the "icky" feeling I sometimes get when reading other fics??

Anyways, I love how you write Ares, Hypnos, Hermes, basically every and each character, lol. I really, really enjoyed your fic called "A Question of Give and Take". I loved how you included Apollo! It's not really shown in game, but Apollo and Hermes were actually really close in myth.

I also really liked that you included the Dreamlands from Lovecraft! I'm not too familiar with Lovecraft, but I do know a lot about the Dreamlands, so it was so interesting/cool seeing it pop up!

ANYWAY. I'll stop rambling and actually *ask* you a question:

In some of your fics you mention that Hermes has mortal blood, this confused me because in myth Hermes doesn't have any mortal blood?

He's the son of Zeus and Maia. Maia was a Pleiades, and a nymph. She is the daughter of Atlas and Pleione. Atlas is a Titan, and the son of Lapetus (A titan, a son of Uranus and Gaia), and Asia (a Oceanid). Pleione is an Oceanid nymph, and the daughter of Oceanus and Tethys.

From my knowledge, Hermes doesn't have a mortal ancestor in the original myth? But, I could be wrong, and some authors might state that Maia was a moral. Or maybe this was changed in the game?

From my knowledge, the only Olympian with mortal blood is Dionysus, whose mother was mortal (Semele).

Or maybe it's just a headcanon you have! Greek mythology is flexible! Even the ancient Greeks changed things up! It's just something I noticed, and was momentarily confused about!

Anyway, sorry for how long this ask is! I just have a lot of Thoughts about your amazing writing!!

Aaaaah this made my entire day! I’m so happy you like my writing and I’m so happy I could make the possessiveness trope good for you ❤️. As for the Hermes thing, I always thought Maia was a mortal woman, I read that she was when I was a kid and then never came across anything to contradict that, at least not that I remember. If I am wrong, then whoops, but I still like the idea that he has mortal blood because to me it would add meaning to him and Dionysus being closer and more understanding of mortals than their fullblooded god kin. Thank you so much for the ask, it really did make my day!

[mycenalucentipes]

A very short excerpt from a very long piece - Draco Malfoy x Reader (sample)

a/n: So I'm planning to write a much longer story, I have the beginning sorts drafted. Now I need to write it. I know this project will take me a very long time and that is okay. I am going to move at my own pace and probably won't post much more about it until I'm much further along. I'm documenting this here for my sake :)

It is going to be a Draco Malfoy x Reader piece. I'm so indecisive, but I think I finally went with Y/n coming from a well known wizard/witch family, just not one from London area. She's from Ireland!

I kept debating back and forth whether or not to make another Potter twin one, because I do very much like how those tend to play out.

But I've decided in the end, to go with my first idea haha.

I'm still working on other shorter oneshots and series in the mean time! Those will be uploaded here as I finish/edit them. Tbh I only have two others in the works. 'Ghosts' and some other little DM x Reader fic :) my writing schedule is sporadic, sorry lol. Inspiration will come and go

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Today was the day that Y/n Réaltín would make her journey to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As she stood just outside the grand entrance of the Réaltín manor, she gazed at the beautiful coastline to her left. Dawn’s sunrise kissed the water, offering it a soft hue of pinks, oranges, and golds. Wisps of scattered clouds brushed the horizon with gentle shades of blush and apricot. To her right, there lie the tranquil rolling hills and the verdant valleys. The rays of sunlight gave the emerald green vegetation a soft, golden glow. The luscious grass swayed gently with the ocean breeze, glistening as the dew clung to the blades. 

Though she was born and raised in Loch Garman, Ireland, her parents insisted that she attend Hogwarts. For that was their alma mater. Her father was a cold and stern man of mystery and distance. However he wasn’t always this way. 

He used to be a vibrant, kind young wizard. Mr. Atlas Réaltín started his journey by attending the Erehnholl School of Witchcraft and Wizardry before his time at Hogwarts. He was a proud Spaniel of Erehnholl, but Slytherin claimed his allegiance at Hogwarts. Shortly after graduation, Atlas rose through the ranks of the Irish Ministry of magic quite quickly. He now works for the British Ministry of Magic as the head of the International magical Cooperation. A respected and powerful figure.

Y/n’s mother, Estelle Réaltín, was a proud Ravenclaw through all seven years of her education at Hogwarts. Although a muggle-born witch, Atlas, a pure-blood did not care in the slightest. She was the most wonderful person in Atlas’ and Y/n’s eyes. Every year during the crisp winter evenings, the entire Réaltín family would go stargazing in their family’s observatory. Mrs. Réaltín always said that winter evenings were the best time to see the Pleiades, which in Greek mythology were the seven daughters of the titan Atlas and the Oceanid Pleione. Her mother owned a little bookshop that was located near the Erehnoll school. Apart from managing a book shop, she was always deep into astrological studies. 

At the age of 11, Y/n’s world as she knew it shattered when her mother passed away. Her father, deeply depressed, buried himself deep into the responsibilities of his position. He was no longer the warm and loving man she once knew. Y/n never did find out why her mother died. Only that she never came back from work one day. Upon her mother’s passing, her father decided that she would transfer into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The original plan was to have her in Erenholl from first through fourth year, then in Hogwarts from fifth through seventh year.

Y/n often sought solace in the tranquil landscape that surrounded the cold and lonely manor. She would wander the coast and gaze out at the ocean with a somber expression. Or she would walk barefoot across the lush grass that blanketed the rolling hills. Y/n became lost in her thoughts. However, her trance was abruptly interrupted when her father harshly called her name, “Y/n! Quickly now, I don’t have all day to spend on sending you off to school now.” He stood at the middle of the steps, sighing impatiently as he waited. 

Sighing, Y/n picked up her briefcase and owl cage, then headed towards her father who was huffing something about how much work he’ll have waiting for him at the office. Mr. Réaltín held out his hand for his daughter to take it. Before she could even prepare herself, he apparated the both of them to Kings Cross Station located just at the edge of Central London. 

She looked around awestruck, just watching the various people rush by in a hurry to get to their next destination. “Come dear, I cannot take you through, as something urgent came up at work. Just head to Platform 9 ¾ and walk through the pillar, alright? Now I must hurry along, don’t be late to the train, love. You’ll have a great time at Hogwarts.” Before Y/n even got a chance to say a “goodbye” or an “I love you” her father had disappeared into the air. She let out a defeated sigh and wandered towards the platforms. 

“So…Platform 9 ¾. Now where the bloody hell is that?” She muttered to herself while walking up and down the platform. She approached platform 9 and then slowly approached platform 10. Her eyes scanned back and forth between the numbers, having not a clue what she was supposed to do. Where was she supposed to go? The time was nearing 10:50 am by now, so she had 10 minutes to figure out where to go, but there were no hints on how to get there. She knew that asking the guards would be absolutely useless. Time was beginning to run out as another five minutes passed. 

Y/n heaved a heavy sigh and began pacing around her luggage and owl. It wasn’t until she heard the hurried footsteps from what sounded like a large family approaching the area that she gained a spec of hope. 

“Percy first!” You saw a kind-faced woman with fiery red hair call out to what seemed to be six children. Whoa. Y/n shook her head from amusement and sprinted towards the lady. “Excuse me, madame, sorry for the intrusion, but I am a transfer student to Hogwarts this year, do I just-” Y/n spoke, sounding unsure of herself, but gestured towards the brick barrier, “walk through the wall?” 

“Oh hello deary, yes indeed. Just hurry through and don’t be scared! You can follow Fred and George here, they’ll show you the way from there.” She explained with a motherly tone, while looking back to the rest of the children. Y/n nodded her head in thanks and looked at the set of twins. She assumed that these two were Fred and George. 

“Hi there! I’m Fred Weasley!” Said the one on the left. “And I’m George Weasley! We’re in year four!” Chimed the one on the right. “Follow us!” They both happily exclaimed while running through the barrier

“I’m Y/n Réaltín! A second year!” Y/n yelled while following them through the bricks. She closed her eyes in anticipation of approaching the wall. In the blink of an eye, the three of them were standing in front of the Hogwarts Express in all of its beauty. 

“Oh! You’re the Réaltín girl?” Inquire one of the twins as the other looked at you for a brief second. “-Interesting, you don’t look much like a girl.” The other one shrugged and chuckled. Suddenly a loud THWACK was heard as their mother came up from behind them, smacking them in the back of the head. 

“You two! That wasn’t very polite of you!” Mrs. Weasley scolded them while pointing her finger back and forth at them, “now board the train! It leaves in a- wait where are Ron and Harry?” And with that she was onto worrying about her other child. Fred and George looked at each other and then to you, sighed, then shrugged. “Well, let’s get on board. Ready Réaltín girl?” 

Y/n had such a bewildered look on her face, not quite sure what just happened. “Y-yes, I suppose so.” She quietly followed after Fred and George, still not really sure who they were, but they seemed to have heard of her before. It was most likely due to her father being the head of one of the departments in the Ministry of Magic. Y/n silently followed the two of them, not really sure of where to go again. She felt like a lost puppy just hoping for some guidance. So she opted to continue following the twins, as they hadn’t shooed her away. 

“You can sit with us if you’d like to. We’re just looking for our friend Lee!” One of the twins said quite loudly without turning around. Y/n still had no idea who was who, but she decided that was a problem for later. As they walked down the train, Y/n peeked in on various compartments full of students of all ages. However, one student in particular caught her attention when he shoved past the three of them. “Damn Weasleys, out of my way,” scoffed a platinum blonde haired boy as he briskly walked by, making sure to bump his shoulder into both of the twins on his way by. 

“Oh well, excuse us, daddy’s boy,” Fred said with sarcastic amusement. George burst out laughing as the blonde gave a sneer back at them, mocking what Fred said. “That’s Draco Malfoy,” one of them leaned over to Y/n’s ear to loudly whisper. 

Not too long after, they found the compartment their friend was sitting in. “Lee! Look who we brought. A Réaltín!” The twin to the left of Y/n announced with excitement. She still had no idea why it was such a big deal. 

tbc...

[ellorypurebloodculture]

Hi Ellory! ✨

For the Asker's Ask Game:

1) Bone of the Father: I love all of your fics so this was really hard to pick... Until I remembered this one and it was a done deal. I adore the way the father-daughter bond was unplanned but they both grasped onto it so desperately. The way Hariana adapts, the way Marvolo instantly switched from murder to protection... I think it's fascinating, frankly, and can only hope that, if the whim and inspiration strikes you, that one day you might do a sequel. Perhaps of them living together as family or maybe TMR's pov, going from an unwanted orphan to an isolated dark lord and wraith... To a man with an adoring daughter of his own 🥺 (and how he'd react to someone interested in his daughter like five mins after he got her, first vassal grandson or no 🤭) even if you never do, my imagination is enough because that fic is just *chefs kiss*, so visceral and urgh-! Thank you for posting it ✨

6) Siriana Black making magical lace to wrap around her cut hair, it's just really visual and romantic in that desperate, slightly dark fairytale way... I also always remember "Siriana shorn off her hair, and James climbed the night-sky stair"...

11) More crossovers probably, I'd read them even if I didn't know the other fandom. My reasons for this are because of what we've seen in the three crossovers you've done: this amazing, electrifying, compelling ability to just... Enfold other universes/fandoms into your style/AU-culture. Like Mycroft plucking at the evidence of Pleione's world and background to piece together a hope for a life together, of how well Wednesday slotted into MoD-Harry's ideal love, how you handled Narutoverse without involving HP and it was mind-blowingly detailed and addictive. I just think seeing you work with crossovers is amazing twofold, both enjoying the content as a reader but also getting to see how you reconcile your style/AU with them!

Thank you, Anon! This put a huge smile on my face.

I have tried several times to write more in Bone of the Father with no luck. If that ever changes, I will happily share the result with you all. 💛

I appreciate that! Maybe I'll consider trying more fusions/crossovers this year.

[donuts4evry1]

lets ramble abot my first jellyfish oc(s)

Since I'm not planning on making this idea into an actual game anymore, all lore is fair rambling game :)

Their full names are as follows:

Aurealis Aurita Vita (15) and Chrestos Chironex Vita (11)

they are brothers :)

I'll ramble under the cut, hehe

Aurealis Vita was born to Pleione Vita and Chryos Vita, two prominent figures in the noble society. He hails from a kingdom of human-marine animal hybrids, operating under a monarchy of crown jellyfish.

Aurealis themself was a hybrid with moon jellyfish (Aurelia labiata, to be exact) as well as his mother, while his father was a hybrid of a black sea nettle. As a sort of hybrid species, their hair acts like jellyfish tentacles. This fact will be important later.

Chryos was... not the best father, but his mother was loving and warm, so his early years were great.

Then came Chiro.

Aurealis was only 4 years old when Chiro was born and his mother died.

All the odds were against her with the birth. Coming from a long line of box jellyfish hybrids, there was a small chance that she could give birth to one.

Even then, newly born box jellyfish hybrids usually don't have venom potent enough to kill, but Chiro was different. His venom was unusually strong, and Pleione died in childbirth.

Everything changed then. Chryos upgraded from a not good father to an absolutely terrible father- often showing preferential treatment to Chiro and berating Aurealis for not meeting his standards. Sometimes verbally, other times physically. Sorry :(

Chiro himself was a precocious child, showing more interest in books than others. He quickly grew to be more smarter and competent than Aurealis, and stronger too. He often injured Aurealis on accident on account of his deadly hair, which would grow longer or shorter depending on his emotional state.

He still was not happy, however. He longed for affection and validation that didn't come from his father- which only came when he did something destructive.

The servants obviously feared him, and no matter how nice he was, he couldn't help but feel self conscious about their nervous demeanor around him.

Aurealis loathed Chiro, and she would bully him to make themselves feel better. He took the bullying- even internalizing it, because he felt as if his own existence were the cause of all the problems. Admist all that, he gained an interest in nematocytes, and spent much of his time studying them, and finding cures and uses for them.

Eventually, Aurealis had enough of life at home, and ran far, far away, to a whole other place full of different people and different... Everything, really. Leaving Chiro alone. Leaving everything they knew behind.

Honestly, their story came out of a desire for me to write something wholly dramatic and emotional, and I really liked it. I could develop it so much.

I latched onto Aurealis in particular, because her story involved heavy themes of self-hatred and the different ways to cope with it. They belittled others, they acted the opposite of the way they actually felt in a "fake it til you make it" sort of way (ie. ore-sama like). Of course, I give him a redemption arc, but they eventually have to deal with the fallout of their actions and I think that's great :).

Chiro, on the other hand, dealt a lot with gifted kid burnout and a different sort of self-hatred. He feels immense guilt for events that he had no control over, and seeks to fix them. He doesn't feel worthy if he doesn't have anything of worth to offer anyone, and his story is just. Incredibly sad.

Especially since terrible things could happen to him (I haven't decided yet tbh). Which I will ramble about in a different post. All I will say is that I named his theme is named "Lethe" for a narrative reason, hehe.

So anyways. They're the perfect comfort characters.

Recently I've been super into writing the brothers as adults (hence the florist Aurealis) and... Ugh. I've been missing them more and more lately, especially since I still need to write and design for Ite!

[curlyart]

Lmk space Au idea

…….it’s Fucking 1:45 in the morning and my brain can’t stop thinking of the idea of Macaque and sun wukong being like space guardians …I’ll write more about it later ✨ but basically a quick run of the idea is

Space guardian have to take care of a fallen star ⭐️ but there are people who want the fallen star for there magic

Space Sun Sage - Sunwukong

Moon Warrior- Macaque

moon Princess- Cheng

Fallen star- Mk

Mars Madien- Iorn fan

Mars Minister-Bullking

Mars Stone- Redson

Zubeneschamali Star ( green star) - Aoi lee

black hole brothers- Azure ,Peng & Yellow tusk

The pink Milky Way- Nezha

Purple Pleione: Spider Queen

((More coming soon ))

[starriskiesstuff]

warriors, oceanborn part one

This whole collection was originally written for AO3 but as I agonized over whether it should be one chapter or many and how many drabbles I should write I decided to just post them on here.

Basically it's bunch of drabbles (or near enough, some are really long) about Atlas and Pleione's daughters. Part of it does bleed into PJO territory but not this one.

Electra's story will be told many, many times. It did not need to be. She wishes it never happened; perhaps all protagonists do. But she is not the protagonist. She dances on the sidelines, a mother, a daughter, a sister, mentioned once or twice in long, long lists. This story will be told many, many times. A story that is not Electra's.

[bookoformon]

The Book of Omni. "The Keeper of the Secret."

Omni, Amaron, Chemish, Abinadom, and Amaleki, each in turn, keep the records—Mosiah discovers the people of Zarahemla "the place of enlightenment", who came from Jerusalem in the days of Zedekiah—Mosiah is made king over them—The descendants of Mulek at Zarahemla had discovered Coriantumr, the last of the Jaredites—King Benjamin succeeds Mosiah—Men should offer their souls as an offering to Christ. About 323–130 B.C.

Omni= Om= Bound like a sheaf to an insight from above, Ni= the people. The Book of Mormon is obviously not written in English and needs to be unbound in order to be properly understood.

Amaron=Amar= to speak, On= of the sun, of the Pillar

Chemish= chem is bread, ish is man, "the Bread Made Man."

Abinadom=Ab=father, nadab=to be generous or noblem to give, if we make it nadom, it becomes "Adom" or "edom" or "committed to God."

Amaleki= One who is wrung free of violence. An Amalek is one who endured the Flood and has had enough and is "wrung free" of the floodwaters. This matches our Gematria:

323-130 is "From Capitalism to the Flood." AKA Parsha Pleion:

Pleíōn, "numerically more" and 2192 /éxō, "have") – properly, the desire for more (things), i.e. lusting for a greater number of temporal things that go beyond what God determines is eternally best (beyond His preferred-will, cf. 2307 /thélēma); covetousness (coveting).

The Rubric now reads:

"Unbind the Secrets from Above, the Voice of the Sun, who made Bread into man, commit to the precepts and abandon the violence associated with Capitalism."

1 Behold, it came to pass that I, Omni, being commanded by my father, Jarom, that I should write somewhat upon athese plates, to preserve our genealogy—

2 Wherefore, in my days, I would that ye should know that I fought much with the sword to preserve my people, the Nephites, from falling into the hands of their enemies, the Lamanites. But behold, I of myself am a wicked man, and I have not kept the statutes and the commandments of the Lord as I ought to have done.

3 And it came to pass that two hundred and seventy and six years had passed away, and we had many seasons of peace; and we had many aseasons of serious war and bloodshed. Yea, and in fine, two hundred and eighty and two years had passed away, and I had kept these plates according to the bcommandments of my fathers; and I conferred them upon my son Amaron. And I make an end.

276=Deception

282=Overnight

4 And now I, Amaron, "Voice of the Sun" write the things whatsoever I write, which are few, in the book of my father.

5 Behold, it came to pass that three hundred and twenty years had passed away, and the more wicked part of the Nephites were adestroyed.

320=the Queen, "Shabbat" "rebirth" which explains how the "more wicked" part of the Nephites were destroyed by the Sun.

6 For the Lord would not suffer, after he had led them out of the land of Jerusalem and kept and preserved them from falling into the hands of their enemies, yea, he would not suffer that the words should not be verified, which he spake unto our fathers, saying that: Inasmuch as ye will not keep my commandments ye shall not prosper in the land.

7 Wherefore, the Lord did visit them in great judgment; nevertheless, he did spare the righteous that they should not perish, but did deliver them out of the hands of their enemies.

8 And it came to pass that I did deliver the plates unto my brother Chemish. "The Bread Made Man."

9 Now I, Chemish, write what few things I write, in the same book with my brother; for behold, I saw the last which he wrote, that he wrote it with his own hand; and he wrote it in the day that he delivered them unto me. And after this manner we keep the arecords, for it is according to the commandments of our fathers. And I make an end.

10 Behold, I, Abinadom, am the son of Chemish. Behold, it came to pass that I saw much war and contention between my people, the Nephites, and the Lamanites; and I, with my own sword, have taken the lives of many of the Lamanites in the defence of my brethren.

11 And behold, the arecord of this people is engraven upon plates which is had by the bkings, according to the generations; and I know of no revelation save that which has been written, neither prophecy; wherefore, that which is sufficient is written. And I make an end.

Abinadom follows the Voice of the Sun and says "everything we need has already been written" leaving one thing: AN END TO THE VIOLENCE. WITHOUT IT THERE IS NO HOPE FOR SALVATION.

12 Behold, I am Amaleki, the son of Abinadom. Behold, I will speak unto you somewhat concerning Mosiah, "to loan or draw out water for the sake of salvation" who was made king over the bland of Zarahemla; for behold, he being cwarned of the Lord that he should dflee out of the eland of fNephi, and as many as would hearken unto the voice of the Lord should also gdepart out of the land with him, into the wilderness—

13 And it came to pass that he did according as the Lord had commanded him. And they departed out of the land into the wilderness, as many as would hearken unto the voice of the Lord; and they were led by many preachings and prophesyings. And they were admonished continually by the word of God; and they were led by the power of his aarm, through the wilderness until they came down into the land which is called the land of Zarahemla:

14 And they discovered a apeople, who were called the people of Zarahemla. Now, there was great rejoicing among the people of Zarahemla; and also Zarahemla did rejoice exceedingly, because the Lord had sent the people of Mosiah with the plates of brass which contained the record of the Jews.

Zarah= to sow the dawn

Hemon= multitude of people

La=

The verb לאך (la'ak) means to vicariously translocate one's mastery, will, purpose or intent. It may simply mean to charge a travelling courier with a message that relays one's instructions, but it may also describe forming a more static sign or monument that displays one's mastery, or indeed one's entire character and range of attributes.

15 Behold, it came to pass that Mosiah discovered that the people of Zarahemla came out from Jerusalem at the time that Zedekiah, king of Judah, "God is Righteous, His People are Full of Glory" was carried away captive into Babylon.

16 And they journeyed in the wilderness, and were brought by the hand of the Lord across the great waters, into the land where Mosiah discovered them; and they had dwelt there from that time forth.

17 And at the time that Mosiah discovered them, they had become exceedingly numerous. Nevertheless, they had had many wars and serious contentions, and had fallen by the sword from time to time; and their alanguage had become corrupted; and they had brought no brecords with them; and they denied the being of their Creator; and Mosiah, nor the people of Mosiah, could understand them.

18 But it came to pass that Mosiah caused that they should be taught in his language. And it came to pass that after they were taught in the language of Mosiah, Zarahemla gave a genealogy of his fathers, according to his memory; and they are written, but bnot in these plates.

19 And it came to pass that the people of Zarahemla, and of Mosiah, did unite together; and Mosiah was appointed to be their king.

20 And it came to pass in the days of Mosiah, there was a large astone brought unto him with engravings on it; and he did interpret the engravings by the gift and power of God.

21 And they gave an account of one Coriantumr, and the slain of his people. And Coriantumr was discovered by the people of Zarahemla; and he dwelt with them for the space of nine moons.

Coriantumr=

Korian= the Keeper of the Dawn Gate

Tamar= the biggest Palm Tree on the beach along the ocean of chaos in the Book of Genesis.

Nine mooons= moons are smaller the sun, unable to match it during the day but by night they lead the way. Nine Moons means pregnancy or gestating truths.

Tes is the ninth letter of the alef-beis.

The design of the tes is like a pot, a vessel with an inverted rim, representing hidden or inverted good.2 Another interpreta­tion of the tes is that it represents a man bending his head to G‑d in prayer and thanks.3 How are the two connected? We just explained the letter ches as representing the concept of mar­riage. After the union between husband and wife, then, G‑d willing, there’s a conception. The tes represents the hidden good that resides within the womb (the vessel) of the mother. This hidden good is actualized through a person’s prayers to G‑d, asking Him for a healthy child.

22 It also spake a few words concerning his fathers. And his first parents came out from the atower, at the time the Lord bconfounded the language of the people; and the severity of the Lord fell upon them according to his judgments, which are just; and their bones lay scattered in the land northward.

23 Behold, I, Amaleki, was born in the days of Mosiah; and I have lived to see his death; and Benjamin, his son, "Kindness" reigneth in his stead.

24 And behold, I have seen, in the days of king Benjamin, a serious war and much bloodshed between the Nephites and the Lamanites. But behold, the Nephites did obtain much advantage over them; yea, insomuch that king Benjamin did drive them out of the land of Zarahemla.

"Kindness drives savagery out of the way of the enlightenment of others."

25 And it came to pass that I began to be old; and, having no seed, and knowing king Benjamin to be a just man before the Lord, wherefore, I shall bdeliver up cthese plates unto him, exhorting all men to come unto God, the Holy One of Israel, and believe in prophesying, and in revelations, and in the ministering of angels, and in the gift of speaking with tongues, and in the gift of interpreting languages, and in all things which are dgood; for there is nothing which is good save it comes from the Lord: and that which is evil cometh from the devil.

26 And now, my beloved brethren, I would that ye should acome unto Christ, who is the Holy One of Israel, and partake of his salvation, and the power of his redemption. Yea, come unto him, and boffer your whole souls as an coffering unto him, and continue in dfasting and praying, and endure to the end; and as the Lord liveth ye will be saved.

27 And now I would speak somewhat concerning a certain anumber who went up into the wilderness to breturn to the cland of Nephi; for there was a large number who were desirous to possess the land of their inheritance.

28 Wherefore, they went up into the wilderness. And their leader being a strong and mighty man, and a stiffnecked man, wherefore he caused a contention among them; and they were aall slain, save fifty, in the wilderness, and they returned again to the land of Zarahemla.

Save 50=the Fifty righteous men that God offered to spare in Sodom and Gomorrah. It is the number of the minimum level of satisfaction with one's knowledge, maturity, independence and capabilities needed to be a functioning member of an enlightened culture.

29 And it came to pass that they also took others to a considerable number, and took their journey again into the wilderness.

30 And I, Amaleki, had a brother, who also went with them; and I have not since known concerning them. And I am about to lie down in my grave; and these plates are full. And I make an end of my speaking.

The brother of Amaleki is never named but we should make a guess- to be wrung free of violence leads to Noach or peace on earth.

[the-moon-in-the-gutter]

Thinking about Phantom and Aurora hanging out while she dyes her hair.

It started as her needing someone to do the back of her head, but no one else was available. Phantom had been sitting in the den, head jammed in an astronomy textbook that he was hardly taking in. The quintessence ghoul had fallen towards boredom with the words on the pages, looking at the diagrams of stars and photographs of galaxies when she appeared.

The pair settled in for a pamper afternoon, their voices blending with the music coming from the speaker set up in Aurora's bathroom. Towards the end they realize there would be left over color, Aurora's signature baby pink, as well as the lavender color she had mixed up as an accent. Not wanting it to go to waste, Phantom suggested seeing if the dye would take to the white section of hair that fell over the scars on his face.

That's how they ended up with matching hair. The pair always using the left overs to dye Phantom's streak

[lavellander]

👀

hi thank u!! 🖤

tbh there’s just. so fucking much I never got around to even remotely finishing lmao but pleione’s barely-started tarot card haunts me 🥲

send me a 👀 and i’ll post a snippet of art/writing that i never got around to finishing this year!

[nnato]

Being the son of Atlas was nothing Nico said when he introduced himself. Most of the time no one asked who he was anyway but if they did? It was pretty clear who exactly his father was, because with being an Oceanid you were just one of three thousand of Atlas’ children. But he didn’t want to be defined solemnly by who his father was. Nico was his own person, never even met the fucker anyway. So why couldn’t others see him for who he was and instead judged him by the blood running through his veins?

(Nico x Greek mythology)

[drartemysia]

[image description: greek amphora. 540-530 BCE. painted by the greek potter exechias in athens. the scene depicted features achilles, on the left, and ajax, on the right. the heroes are sitting in front on each other and they are intent on playing a board game. both of them are holding a set of spears, their shields resting behind their shoulders. achilles is still wearing his helmet, which has a crest on top. end description.]

this is the beginning of a mceichel fic i'm writing, i like it as a prologue, but it can stand on its own and i haven't shared my writing in ten years and i'm pretty proud of this so, here you go, under the cut.

At night, Achilles and Ajax play dice

“Hi, there. Can I sit?”

“Sure, go ahead.” 

It is very peaceful, right before dusk properly settles in, on this beach in the north-eastern corner of the Aegean Sea, right where the large pelagos of the waters becomes a channel and makes its way through the black rocks of Asia, wanting to see what’s on the other side. A couple seagulls in the distance. Closer, the click-clacking of utensils over pots, grunts, and the occasional shout of ‘pleion eti toutou, doule’—they are having dinner in the Achaean camp, everybody in their tents, small groups of men separate but all intent in the same action. Fight during the day, eat at night. Always in unison. What a grand army of forever independent men, that of the Achaeans.  

“We playing the usual?” 

“Stop asking stupid questions and roll the dice, Achilles.”

“I go by Connor now.” 

“Shut up.” 

Achilles throws the dice. Good opening but not good enough: now he has to wait for his companion to fail. He, for his part,  grabs the dice brusquely from the board and throws them with practiced disdain. A sneer of a throw, really. 

“You look like shit.” He’s moving his pieces on the board, tap tap tap, too much force on the gesture. He’s always been a little over the top. 

“Well, thanks, Jack. I came here just to get your opinion on my looks, ma dìa.” A sharp edge to the deep tone of his aulos voice. 

“It’s Ajax here and now. And anyway, shut up.” 

They’re silent. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven waves come to quietly shatter on the dark sand. One, two, three, goddammit you again, four, five, six rolls of the dice. One, two, three, four, five, no you can’t put it there, didn’t Chiron teach you to fucking count movements of the small bones on the board. They were a chicken, before they were a game. One, two, please don’t say anything snarky now, three, four breaths. One, two, three shuffles from one leg to another—sitting on logs will never be comfortable. 

One, it gets to be so fucking much sometimes, you know, everybody is always looking at me, ‘oh great one, our savior, the best warrior we’ve seen in generations, what should we do,’ and how do I fucking answer to them—I was brought here to do this job when I was still a kid myself, eighteen, damn it all, and all I know is how to do my job and nothing else and they expect me to lead them and to finish this and win and I can’t by myself and I wish they understood this but they don’t, they’ll never, two, why can’t they be bothered to even say my name,  complaints on the mouth of the greatest warrior the Achaeans had ever seen fighting in their ranks. 

One, You could choose to leave, you know? You could choose the long life of obscurity you were promised, answer by the second of the Achaeans, Ajax of Salamis, a man so capable he is almost a god. Almost. 

“You know I can’t. Neither could you. They just changed the positions of the ranks of Salamis and called it a day.”

“I know.”

One beat of silence. 

“I gotta go back.”

One, two twin sighs. The air of early june smells like flowers and roasted meat.

“I know.” 

One, two, three swift moves to get all the pieces into a small pouch.

“See you tomorrow?” 

One, two, three, four nods on a curly red head. 

One two, three, four, five steps of the swift-footed Achilles. 

“This is nice, thanks for doing it.”

One, two, three, four, five, six steps of Ajax the great to catch up with him. 

“Shut up.” 

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven waves come to quietly shatter on the dark sand. Some things never change.

[musecraft]

                               🪐 — message recieved from @lighthouseborn​ ;    Hi hello if you don't want to play with the dmtnt lore-mess that's fine you may skip this question w/o offending me but I am curious, if you were to engage with it, how ((if at all)) you think Calypso and Poseidon relate? Are they equivalent to their mythical counterparts (Poseidon a god, Calypso a nymph, etc.) or would you think there's a truth that differs from the legends man created out of it? Are they maybe even technically the same figure evolved over time? Or something else?? Is Calypso even really a name of hers or something misattributed? Is she of all the oceans or specific to the Caribbean? ( for instance, Poseidon used to be considered specific to the Mediterranean! and then per dmtnt they find the weapon in Poseidon's Tomb so maybe there were as many ocean deities as their are oceans ((like how there are pirate lords for each- maybe that's an echo/imitation of the gods themselves?)) and maybe Calypso was the last still standing and that's why binding her gave the lords 'control' of the seas?) tl;dr I would like to see the essay and whatever other thoughts you may have ok ty I hope you have a nice day!

        HI HELLO FRIEND thank you for this lovely question  &  inviting me to write the essay on my beloved ocean goddess !!  i adore  &  appreciate your curiosity  &  will do my very best to answer all that you asked as best as i can — however i want to preface this with the disclaimer that i haven’t actually seen the potc films after the original trilogy, so... while i know some of the broadest strokes of the plot of dmtnt,  the real reason that i discard the canon after the trilogy is out of straight-up ignorance to it. so bear in mind that everything i say will be coming from that very limited perspective.

          in my personal portrayal of the goddess known as calypso, i am compliant to what the canon of the trilogy gives us  ( which is admittedly limited on lore )  but also heavily influenced by the character of Καλυψώ as she appears in ancient greek myth  &  literature, with heavy inspiration drawn from homer’s the odyssey,  & with some minor insights from the price of freedom novel thrown in there as well. therefore, the short answer to your question is that i do tend to follow along with my understanding of the greek mythos.

      therefore, in accordance with greek mythos, not all deities are created equal. while poseidon is one of the twelve gods of olympus, calypso is a nymph — her father being the titan atlas ( a pre-olympian god )  &  her mother being pleione, an ocean nymph. now, nymphs, according to greek mythos, are essentially lesser goddesses with traces of human blood who are tied to some specific element of nature. there are all kinds of nymphs,  &  calypso herself would have been one of the fifty nereids, or sea nymphs, who often accompanied poseidon, the olympian god of the sea.

       it’s important to note that even being a lesser goddess meant that you had abilities that the humans could never truly understand,  &  would therefore be understood best by them as magic. for example, in the odyssey, calypso has a years-long tryst with odysseus ( in which she highkey takes him prisoner ),  &  is shown to have many powers of enchantment, including control over animals  &  the weather,  &  even shapeshifting ! but it’s important to remember that these are powers that all ocean nymphs would have. so for as incredible as her abilities are in relation to humans, poseidon’s divine abilities would easily supersede her own.

      i definitely think that there is an element to the gods that mortals will never be able to explain or understand — is it truly magic ? or a scientific explanation involving beings that exist on different planes of existence  &  experience ? we will never know. but they did at least understand that there is a bit of a hierarchy within the divine beings — namely that the so-called “olympians,” like poseidon, are truly divine beings, whereas nymphs like calypso have both divine  &  mortal blood in them,  &  are therefore closer to humans. if the desire is to think on it scientifically instead of religiously, i think it could be conceptualized as having characters like poseidon as extremely powerful beings who originated in another dimension — one where the laws of physics are different than this one — that were able to cross into our dimension. in contrast, nymphs  &  other lesser divine beings are beings that were born of these beings but in the mortal world, meaning that they cannot travel between dimensions because they are linked to the mortal world. another example would be that while nymphs do not age, they can die if they are removed from their elemental homes, whereas poseidon is a truly immortal being who cannot die ( but who may have the ability to leave our dimension behind ).

      while i think it’s a really cool concept that there are ocean deities for the separate seas similar to the pirate lords, the mythos points to there actually being a lot more ocean deities than there were lords, calypso being one of fifty. however, it’s important to remember that all the nymphs were distinct and individual beings. calypso’s sisters all had their own personalities,  &  my personal headcanon is that calypso was always one of the most headstrong  &  unpredictable of her nymph sisters. ocean nymphs like her would be capable of travelling throughout any connected seas, &  even stepping onto land as long as they stayed near their sea, & calypso would have been one of the most adventurous of her sisters, leaving their group frequently to explore on her own. she also would have been one of the most interested in the mortals, even having trysts with mortal men,  &  frequently showcase her abilities in front of mortals, earning her reverence as a goddess in various cultures all over the world. this is how i came to the belief that, over centuries of traveling, calypso  &  other ocean nymphs like her came to be known by several names — ran, yemanya, cato, oshun,  &  more — with different cultures giving them different names  &  applying their own belief systems to explain their abilities.

     of course, eventually calypso made her way to the caribbean  &  met davy jones, the fallout of this particular tryst would lead to her being “bound” in a single mortal form. i understand that this might be a controversial take on the pirate lords “binding” calypso, but i really don’t think it had the effect they think it did ? confining her in a mortal body did remove her abilities to control the ocean — which did admittedly make her stop throwing temper tantrums about jones that became hurricanes capable of sinking fleets of ships at a time — but the sea wasn’t really “tamed” when she was bound. there were still storms  &  things. it’s just that she personally wasn’t causing them.  &  by that time, most of the still surviving nymphs from ancient greece had learned to avoid humans if they wanted to live, so she was one of the only ones still brave enough to show herself  &  her powers to mortals, which is why the pirate lords thought she was the only one,  &  taking that ability away would mean the sea would be calm all the time. but the east india company taking control of the caribbean  &  squashing piracy in the region was actually not the direct result of calypso no longer having her powers, it was just straight up the result of imperialism babey ! but i digress.

     finally, you asked about her true / original name. i do believe that calypso ( or rather, kαλυψώ ) is the name that mortals gave to her, as are the other names she has gone by over the years. i do believe she has a true name, but it is in the written language of the olympians,  &  it would be literally impossible to translate it into human language. ( i realize this might feel like a cop out — sorry if it does ! )  but it should be noted, she doesn’t really care what name the mortals call her by. she knows exactly who she is, even if the mortals she befriends will never truly know her back.

         ok, i know that was LONG.  i hope i answered all your questions to your satisfaction !  thanks again for sending, i loved this opportunity to detail my thoughts on calypso’s lore !

[sshannonauthor]

hi samantha, I'm about to start my tbs reread and I was trying to remember the lgbtq+ characters in the series. I remember that Paige is demi and Nick is gay (?) but I know there are more and I was wondering if you could make a more complete list? it's totally fine if that's too much work! btw tbs is one of my favorite series of all time, tysm for writing it <3

I think this is all of the characters who are queer on the page so far:  

Chelsea ‘Cutmouth’ Neves – bisexual 

Ivy Jacob – lesbian 

Jaxon Hall – asexual 

Nick Nygård – gay 

Ognena Maria – trans woman; she’s also a wlw, though that isn't clarified yet

Paige Mahoney – demisexual (I think there are some clear indications of this throughout, but it's made clear in The Mask Falling) 

Pleione Sualocin – although all of the Rephaim are the non-human equivalent of pansexual, Pleione is explicitly described as having a female mate, Taygeta Chertan, in The Song Rising

Zeke Sáenz – gay 

There are gay and bisexual characters introduced in The Mask Falling, and Warden is established as queer. There are other characters who I imagine as LGBTQ+ but haven't been clarified as such yet.