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the seven + a few others future headcanons
percy:
becomes a high school teacher
teaches high school marine biology (idk how it is in other schools but when we hit sophomore year we got to choose different bio classes ie: marine bio, ag bio, med bio + regular bio)
also teaches the mythology elective and is the swim team coach
annabeth:
we already know this queen is an architect with obvious inspiration from greek architecture
learns how to make blue food for percy and their kids from sally
has traveled all over the world looking at different architecture
learns the basics of many languages so shes able to communicate with the locals
her and leo team up to build a small school near camp half-blood for year rounders so everyone can learn consistently but dw they get summers off
piper:
love her but shes a nepo baby
she doesnt act like it tho
”are you tristan mcleans daughter?” “who?”
loves her dad to bits but does not like being seen out in public by the paparazzi
marries shel, they dont have kids tho, neither of them want to bring any into the world especially with america’s downfall and the government erasing women and poc rights
is basically leos big sister atp
leo:
him and calypso dont last, maybe a year and a half in they split bc calypso wants to explore the world and leo is very emotionally unstable and calypso has a hard time understanding
they end on good terms but dont ever talk unless its with a group of friends
he goes into a trade to become a mechanic and owns his own shop
starts smoking cigarettes/vaping
his friends dont really approve but they understand he cant quit just yet as hes not in a mental space to do so
goes to therapy with a psychologist whos a demigod that specializes in grieving and war trauma
they all go to therapy but hes the last one to do it
he’s still the ‘happy go lucky’ guy hes always been but as he gets closer w the others they start to see the true sadness in him
piper and him grow a lot closer after jason died and have a big sister little brother relationship
hazel:
my girl stays at camp jupiter
takes nicos place at camp
horse trainer
her and frank also dont work out as a romantic relationship, they felt that the age gap was too much after frank turned 18 and hazel was 15 theyre still friends tho
hazel often visits leo in his shop
as much as leo reminds her of sammy, through therapy she has recognized that theyre separate people and to not push all her past feelings for sammy onto leo
not only does she train horses but she also teaches little kids basic math, science, and history to the younger kids
they all call her ms. hazel
she prefers to teach the really young kids (age 4-7)
wears her hair in different braid styles after BOO
frank:
my friggin HOMIE
i relate to frank a lot personality wise
therefore i think hed be a 4/20 fanatic after BOO
hes not stoned during training or during important camp duties
but otherwise you try talkin to him and you dont really notice until you look and see the far off look and red eyes and he just goes “huh?”
other than that hes a great leader
after he gets his cool new look from mars he takes really good care of his body including consistent exercise and eating really healthily (maybe he has a soft spot for fast food when hes hi)
him joining the military does not make sense to me
he lost his mom to war, and he was in one himself, idk about you but i would not wanna join the military after being the main character in a war
he studies to be a veterinarian for exotic animals
when no one is around he shifts into the animal to find out whats wrong
”dr. zhang prefers to work by himself” “why” “idk but hes always right, if it aint broke dont fix it”
jason:
rip home-slice
nico:
my other homie
my guy does not get taller than 5’8
stays at camp during the summer to train the new and old kids
him and will get a house together
teaches history at the camp school
cat dad (5 cats and counting)
will:
takes nicos last name when they marry bc its cooler
him being a doctor doesnt click w me i more picture him being an EMT
EMTs are hotter anyways
does med training with new apollo kids whenever he gets time
if he’s not busy during working hours he drops by nicos classroom w his fav drink from dutch bros (starbucks is MID) and hangs out with him and his students
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mask131 · 2 months
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I love digging into Tolkien lore because it feels EXACTLY like doing research on any other mythology, Greek, Roman, Norse, Celtic...
You have all those big media adaptations you have to get out of your head to return to the actual sources.
You have all those epic tales and short stories and other main corpus forming the "certain" part of the text ; with then a flood of unfinished stories, fragments, drafts and other companion-pieces that either form the scholia or the apocrypha of the main texts.
You've got all the cultural parallels and mythological references begging for a mythology comparatist to come in.
You've got the complex theology and its evolution ; you've got entire maps of foreign lands you have to learn about ; you've got complicated family trees filled with characters that range from massively complex and multi-faceted to just one more name in the list.
You've got the dry scholars who enforce stern and biased beliefs ; you've got the weird fanatic groups that reinvent it all for vile purposes ; you've got your Youtube and Tumblr enthusiast who keep making their lore-headcanons ; you've got the intense debates about what is canon and what is not ; you've got people who try to share explanations about it but only massively simplify it all...
You have an entire world that had been built for decades and decades by a brilliant man, crossing all the genres from romance to tragedy passing by the epic and the fairytale ; to the point we have little bits of pieces about obscure corners of this world and some unknown character that never influenced anything in the big scope of things and yet they still have their own story...
You have heavily complex lore and background for entire cities, bloodlines, calendars, customs, laws, landscapes, and yet just as many mysteries and unanswered questions left for the imagination of those that would follow...
And as you keep digging, you find back all the elements from your favorite mythologies (Greek, Norse, Biblical, Arthurian, Finnish) but mixed together in a fresh, inventive, clever way, with tons of new inventions that became so iconic and so culturally people and so archetypally widespread... that it really does feel like you are looking at a mythology.
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ICHOR. BLOOD. WATER. (part i // ichor.) - Din Djarin x Witch!AFAB!Reader
summary: stranded. alone. a traitor to your people, your family. aeaea is the prison of paradise you call home, and he is the prophecy you like to call an enigma. the 'man made from metal', forged in fire, melted by your spell that is no witchcraft on your part. he is the hunter, you will always be the prey. it is the way as the fates designed it.
a note from lucy: so, its back. i'm officially back! basically, I went through it. accidentally deleted my blog. had to start from scratch. repost it all. but! I'm here. you're here. we're all here! Greek mythology is a huge love of mine. I always like to add a small sprinkling into my fics where possible. and now im writing one based wholly of two greek myths: eros and phsyche, and circe. I've read Madeleine Miller's 'Circe'. I fell in love with it, it's genuinely one of the best books ive had the pleasure of reading --hence the fact that this is heavily based off it in terms of 'lore'. Din is the perfect character for these myths to be translated into fic. So, without further ado, I present to all you lovely people (again lol), my mythology!au; ICHOR. BLOOD. WATER. for @inklore and @psychedelic-ink's haunted hoedown. A three part fic with our beloved space cowboy. I really hope you enjoy it as I put a lot of time and thought into this. I love you all, you wonderful Pedro fanatics.
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wc: 2255 Warnings: 18+ MDNI! DARK CONTENT! mythology!au, no use of y/n, reader is referred to as 'Circe' twice in this chapter alone, dubcon, smut, p in v sex (unprotected), reference to past sexual assault (very mild), cussing, mentions of witchcraft, voyeurism, mentions of drinking alcohol, mentions of food and descriptions of eating, choking, breath play, oral sex - f receiving, edging, orgasm denial, toxic relationships, dom!din/sub!reader dynamic, sex as a means for manipulation and control, manipulative!din, stockholm syndrome?
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You had done many things under the pseudonym of Circe. Bird. Crow. What your mother and siblings used as a knife to your throat. An insult in the form of a name. One that man whispered in myth around fires. One a sailor would call out in fear upon reaching the shore of any island in the vicinity of Aeaea. It clung to the disgusted curl of their tongue like the tang of sour fruits. Lemons of Sicily. Limes from crete. Wrapped in letter parchment, sweetened with ink. 
Across from you is the god responsible for many of those tall tales. In his gold sheathed glory, olive skin gleaming with a ripple of muscle against the warmth of your hearth. Under it flows ichor, steadily. His winged sandals flutter in a twitch every few minutes. A subtle sound that is heard little too often over the lilt of his voice. Hermes. A deity you invited to your bed when he would visit, indulge in the stories of how he stole cattle as mere youngling, delivered messages of ruin to mortals. Travelled the planes of the underworld from the Styx to Elysium Plains. Hades and his sunken eyes on his throne. Where winged sandals would carry him overseas with his travellers cap and staff of entwined twin snakes. 
He would sit upon your chair, open his loose lips and a drone would pour out, Maybe to a mortal he would seem all so interesting. One to dote hours of your day to the thick honey like pouring of his voice in your ear. But to you – the witch – a goddess in your own right, he was a mere drag. A rake. A god worthy of being turned to swine at the unjust sight of his curling smirk. 
You would have drifted off it weren't for his voice picking up in interest, your ears perking up with it. The high buzz from his drone of white noise faded, ebbing into coherence while his lips drifted in voice. Practised and perfected movement the way any divine being did. 
“The fates speak of a man. Made of metal.” He mused, studying his thumb and forefinger as a stand of your lionesses hair was snagged between it. You wished to singe it from his fingertips. “A warrior.” “From overseas of Greece?” Now, and only now,  he had your attention. 
“Further.” 
You muttered a curse under your breath. Where would be further. “He will sail on a ship, strand himself on your shores engulfed with fire. And you shall do as you have before.”
“Take it?” You sneered, sitting forward in your seat, teeth bared at him. “I suppose I shall feed him before he sets his disgusting hands upon me.” 
“Oh come now,” He smirked, “Were you not to take him to your bed regardless?” 
“I shall sew your mouth shut for such accusations.” 
Hermes sighed, rolling his eyes in all his dramatics. Lounging in his seat. 
“Circe, you humour me with your feral tongue.” 
“And you disgust me with your plight.” “Ah,” he held up a single finger, humour on his face at the top of his curled lip, “I may be bored. But at least I have the world. You, Circe,” he spat, raising a brow in sickening amusement, “have nothing.” 
Your face drained of colour. Your heart aching in its chasm of a chest, ribs pinching. He was right. Your oasis was still a prison. Despite its bars of gold, it still held you. Contained you. 
He stood in his victory over you, taking one last look around. “One last thing–”
“Oh, there’s more, is there?” You sighed, staying seated. For all his heirs and graces, he was no more worthy of your respect than the dirt caked to your bare feet in winter's first bite. The god merely crossed his arms, a diving wind rustling the blonde curls upon his head, wrapped in laurels, 
“You must never look upon his face.” 
You sat in a furrowed brow muddle. He had drifted to the wind, turned to a shimmering spectacle of dust, in nothing more than a blink. 
He came with a blundering sputter. In a ship that was no ship of wood that sailed on tides. A hunk of chrome with spitting fans of fiery heat. A thwip through your cloudless skies to crash upon sandy shores. 
He came…with a child. A green creature with pointed ears similar to satyrs, no taller than your mid calf, alien to you. Wide hickory eyes that masked his face with innocence, having seen things unspeakable to even brave sailors. And when they sat at your table, piled plentifully with sweet figs, legs of mutton infused with rosemary, steamed and seasoned greens, and honey in its jar, the man of metal left all deserted by his lips. His plate was clean, wine untouched in his cup. Never once needing an added refill. Nor did he speak kindly. Rather, reserved. Gruff, distorted by something in his helmet seemingly fused to his head. While the child chewed on the fleshy roasted bone of lamb. 
Rhythms of autumn, songs of summer, ballads of winter watched over you and the meadows you walked. Gardens you tended to. Woods you roamed. And he did too. There was something within him. Under that beskar. It called, howled, growled in insubordination. A vulgar hatred of being vulnerable out in this position. Where you held an advantage of both terrain and power. 
So he took in a way he knew. In carnal, biting desire paced by him. Phallically. Reversed the role of who won who, made you beg in your own bed, in the drowning pools of darkness. Never to see his face. 
But oh so familiar. 
The first time he took you was akin to a memory in the very moment it happened. A haze of something so absurd it couldn't possibly have been true. Played out the way it did. The Mandalorian watched while you bathed. In a creek not too far from the path. A rock for your lioness to splay out over, sunbathe and make her coat gleam gold like the ichor in your veins. Her ears pricked at a sound he made. One you did not hear with your head submerged under the clear pool. 
She looked up, lifting her whiskered chin from her large paws, and her eyes met his. He did not fret. Nor did he stop and turn away from the great willow he stood below. Only glanced from her to the curve of your bare chest rippling above the crystal waters rippling surface. 
From there, he had stalked you to the deeper parts of the forest where even your familiar did not follow. Watched as a wicker basket was tucked under your arm, flowers and mosses being picked from the ground as you went about gathering pharmakeia for your draughts. 
He appeared, bringing his musk while his hand clamped down over your parted lips. Pressed your front firmly into the tree, hands scraped gold raw by the silver birch’s peeling bark.  
“Don’t.” He growled upon your demand to turn around. “Face the tree.” 
And you obeyed in tandem with the hiss of something– his helmet– as it dropped to the dewy floor by your bare feet. A single kiss, seasoned with sparse prickled hairs was laid to the nape of your neck, a wondrous dichotomy to the events yet to unfold, noises of restraint on the tip of his tongue, the back of his throat. The skirts of your dress were gathered in messy haste, undergarments pulled to the side, revealing the shine of your own slick. How you dreamed in secret nights of this very moment. His taking of you, his claiming of your cunt— grunting while he invaded the tightness of your walls, flayed you open forever like a sacred text, ready for him to read once again. 
A large palm of his, gloved in leather, pressed to the nape of your neck where the notch of your spine ended and your skull began to curve, thumb pressed to flesh, fingers curled into gnarled hair. You gasped, cold air nipping the back of your exposed thighs, fully clothed still, yet bent to submission by the masculine will of him. Naked. 
The orgasm was The Mandalorians. And the Mandalorians alone. You never questioned the burning ache of pending release. Merely let it simmer in the tight heat of your walls at the mouth of your cervix. His noise still stinging in your ears, shocking the breath from your lungs. He took no time. It was a rush for his release. His domination of the witch of Aeaea. 
From that moment onwards, you imagined his lips, recited in drugged sleep to the egyptian cotton and goose down of your pillow. His irises. To write a poem on parchment about something you could not see, nor ever would per his and Herme’s telling. Fingertips itching to feel warmth of skin, not beskar. While his armour was smooth, buffed, polished to shine in rays of Helios's chariot, it was cold to the touch. You had his visage mapped in your mind. Well trodden by fingertips such as the paths by the tall cliffs. The Mandalorian. Nameless. Faceless. 
He spent each night for a fortnight in your bed. The first, he parted your legs himself, and the rest they were already spayed open for his wanting. He snuffed the candles with his thumb and forefinger, unsheathing them from his gloves before doing so. You watched with intent from the sheets as his visage dominated the tall door frame. Shoulders broad and intimidating the negative space he occupied. Only when he was shrouded in utter darkness did he remove his helmet, climb his way up to your parted lips. Curating a careful path from them, over the column of your throat, descending your navel to the forbidden fruit gleaming, ripe and juicy for his lips. Ready for his first damning lick of your sex. 
Like the apple in the garden of Eden, temptation on Lucifer's forked tongue, he delved deeper, rested his naked face between your tensing thighs. Broad arms, still sheathed in beskar curled under them, dragging you closer to his open mouth while your arousal, slick and thick as honey, drizzled out your weeping hole to his open, wanting mout. 
His tongue drew ellipsis over the twitching bud of your clit. Thick and firm, the tip pressing into your cunt, following your hot seam down to your quivering hole. He dipped inside, curling it to draw the taste out. You couldn't see his eyes. But you liked to imagine they were open to feast on the sight of your quivering and naked chest the best he could without the guide of the candlelight. Now snuffed into curling stings of smoke. Staring while you were shaking under the pleasure rolling up from your centre and cascading like a landslide down your spine. It made you shiver. The soft plush of your legs swallowing his exposed ears, the small, neatly trimmed curls tickling the sensitive flesh. His coarse beard, scruff scattered in a smattering over his sharp chin scratching your skin. 
A low groan rumbled from the back of his throat, your tang dancing with light feet over his taste buds And his nose bumped into your clit as he tasted more. Devoured your cunt like his last meal. 
It wasn't long before you felt the burn behind your eyes replicate in knots in your belly. Tightening at the mouth of your cervix while he ate at you. A cry of his name bursting from your chest as he flicked his tongue with vigour. He had one aim in mind. To taste your release. The sticky mess that would coat his lower face. 
“Give it to me.” He commanded. And oh, how you tried. You willingly left this realm while he licked at your pussy, his tongue languidly rolling up one side of your labia, up to your clit and circling it, then down the other side to plunge into your tight, clenching hole once more. 
You nimble fingers curled into his hair. It was coarse, wispy at its ends where it started to coil loosely. And you gripped it as you ground your core into his face. RIding and grinding into his face that was exposed to your quivering cunt. Not ready to part with the way his ips enclosed around your clit and added enough suction for you to see Ouranos and all the stars that tattooed his blue skin. 
You panted a chorus of heavenly oh’s. Breath came in heavy as he pulled back to spit. You felt it, cold in contrast to your own heat, drooling down to your slick entrance. It quivered when he added a finger, curling up from the second knuckle. It was merely one digit. But it stretched you out, had you reeling while he beckoned your orgasm closer to materialising in your belly. 
He could smell the musk of you and it was divine. 
He had your orgasm building and building into a near state of harrowing oblivion before he let it rip through you. The first wave was one of numbing pleasure. The one that fizzled through your legs until you were nothing but a mere speck for a second. And then it broke, like some great epiphany from him as an enigma. 
He stood, replaced his helmet, leaving you boneless. A quivering, babbling mess of sweat and slick in your own sheets.
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junietuesday · 4 months
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HEY EVERYONE I HAVE A REQUEST. ive been rbing the glenn close sexy podcast character poll so much but now you have an incentive to vote
send proof of voting glenn close and i will write you a drabble. any ship any characters any rating any scenario (just not w big age gap ships, noncon, or other “dead dove” content). please note i’ll only be able to write for the fandoms under the cut. 200-300 words MINIMUM, may be even more if i get inspired by your prompt. this is an opportunity to get a fic tailored to your tastes for free!! check out @junietuesday25 and the ao3 linked there (same username) to see examples of my work
vote glenn close 🔫
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[ID: the “it’s free real estate” meme edited to say “It’s Free Fanfiction”. End ID.]
more specific list of fandoms i’ll write for under the cut:
ive previously written fics for these:
be more chill
the legend of zelda (any game)
hades game (and greek mythology in general tbh)
amphibia
im familiar w the fanfic for these:
good omens
gravity falls
dungeons and daddies (ofc)
i have a working familiarity w the media itself:
a ton of kids cartoons like the owl house, adventure time (+fionna and cake), dead end paranormal park, etc.
a ton of modern musicals like dear evan hansen, beetlejuice, six, hadestown, etc.
marvel movies (my sister is enough of a fanatic that ive picked up the knowledge)
and any media you know ive posted abt on my blog!!
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deathlessathanasia · 1 year
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Do not interact: if you treat the Greek deities like your personal OCs whose personalities, backstories and relationships are up to you to choose and change as you see fit without any basis in mythology, religion or history; if you clutter the Greek mythology and Greek deities related tags with posts concerning your personal OCs whom you claim to be Greek gods; if you clutter the Greek mythology and Greek deities related tags with "incorrect quotes"; if you genuinely use the word "problematic" in reference to mythological figures; if you believe that Hades controls the dead and has undead armies at his disposal; if you take Plato's concept of two distinct Aphrodites seriously; if you blame Zeus for Hades' abduction of Persephone while you absolve the actual kidnapper; if you vilify Demeter for not being ok with her child being forced into marriage; if you are a Hades-Persephone fanatic; if you project on Hestia beliefs and personality traits there is no evidence she has and claim her to be the best deity based on that; if you think Lore Olympus is a good Greek mythology adaptation; if you think Rick Riordan's versions of the gods are good and accurate; if you claim to know the "original version" of a myth; if you think ancient Greece was some gay paradise because of their acceptance of pederasty; if you are allergic to the word bisexual and are willing to use any other term for those mythological figures who show sexual interest in both females and males EXCEPT this one; if you tag your posts with every name in the pantheon even though the content of the post does not warrant that; if you claim that Ares was the patron god of Sparta and that this was why the Athenians supposedly hated him; if you claim that Hera was forced to marry Zeus without being able to name any legitimate source in support of that idea; if you claim that in some versions of the myth Hades did not kidnap Persephone without being able to provide any legitimate source supporting that idea; if you claim that Hestia gave her place among the Olympians in favour of Dionysos without being able to provide any legitimate source supporting that idea; if you have watched two YouTube videos and now you feel confident enough to educate people on the structure of the Mycenaean pantheon and the roles of the Mycenaean gods; if you elevate your favourite god(s) by putting all the others down; if you engage in actual rape apologist rhetoric for the sake of defending characters from texts composed thousands of years ago.
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hiscleric · 1 year
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Idk if this relates or not but do the characters in your story has attributes of any Greek Gods/Goddesses?
I saw a post earlier today describing El and Will as Artemis and Apollo and I was wondering if the characters in your story sort of had a God/Goddess vibe?
Sorry if this is weird, was just wondering! ❤️🫶
omg… this is so cool actually. as a greek mythology fanatic of like nearly 10 years (see: bury me in metamorphoses lol), this question is RIGHT up my alley.
honestly, willel do give off artemis and apollo vibes, that being they are powerful twins, but as will is very focused on the art of healing and communicating with animals, i think hes kind of a apollo-artemis mix. el is kind of like a mix between hephaestus and demeter imo.
as for the others in this au… max having some ares influence makes total sense imo, while lucas has athena vibes THROUGH THE ROOF !! idk why but dustin kinda has dionysus vibes to me, but also apollo at the same time!! maybe even hermes tbh. and yeah, nancy is hestia-influenced through and through.
thank you for your question!! you combined my two favorite things and this was so much fun!! :D
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belovedindierock · 1 month
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Capitol Hill Rewind | Browsing bootlegs with Kurt Cobain at Orpheum Records
Posted on Sunday, December 3, 2023 - 7:03 am by Todd Matthews
Exploring the neighborhood’s record-shop history
Roughly 40 years ago, Bruce Bonifaci was living on Capitol Hill and commuting via ferry to downtown Bremerton, where he owned Penny Lane Records & Tapes, when he spotted a ‘For Lease’ sign at 618 Broadway E and decided to open a Penny Lane store closer to home. Opened in the summer of 1984, the store was later renamed Orpheum Records in “tribute to the demolished theater and an allusion to Orpheus, the legendary musician in Greek mythology,” Bonifaci explained. “I ran the place, and my wife, Barbara Baker, did the office stuff, including the books. We employed her brother, Ashley, as a manager.”
For nearly 20 years, Orpheum Records served shifting musical tastes—from 1980s new wave to 1990s grunge—and hosted countless in-store performances and record signings.
Nirvana’s Kurt Cobain shopped at Orpheum Records. “Every rock star would at least stop through, but Cobain was a regular,” one former employee told Seattle Weekly. “He would come up and be like, ‘What’s new, man? What can you show me?’ At the time, that was like absolute, utter heaven. I was like, ‘You’re asking me?’” In 1992, Cobain and his wife, Courtney Love, stopped by the store, with Love incensed by all the Nirvana bootlegs for sale. She left a terse note for Orpheum employees: “I need for you not to make extra money off my husband so I can feed my children. Mrs. Cobain.” Cobain scrawled his own message: “Macaroni and cheese for all. Love, Kurdt Kobain.”
“I was at home when the counterperson called asking for my permission to simply give Courtney the Nirvana bootlegs,” Bonifaci explained when asked about that note. “People who claim their issue with bootlegs is the financial harm inflicted on artists are off base. Buyers are the very definition of fanatics, typically already owning every last bit of the available licensed material out there. Maybe Kurt agreed, scribbling [his] postscript at the bottom.”
Bonifaci added, “The funny part was that he was in there searching for a particular Negativland album the label had officially recalled due to some legal kerfuffle—in other words, contraband. And, no, we didn’t have any on hand.”
Orpheum Records closed in 2003. Today, the restaurant Lionhead occupies the space.
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03/17/2023 Click here for Spotify or Apple Music. This is my 35th official release and honestly it comes too soon. I feel like I have enough work to justify this song but I don’t have the clout. By that I mean this track is the start of me talking about the rap game and making songs about other rappers. This is the precursor for “what now” which is an EP that drops April 14th.
“Breaking Bad” is an homage to Eminem and Dr Dre. I don’t know when Marshall will hear this. I think his fans will really like it. It’s basically a tribute to his discography. If you know Eminem’s work you’ll hear it. It gives reference to many of Marshall’s songs while giving my own perspective and the breaking bad theme. I wanted to make the song with a popular media reference that we both enjoy and goes with Em and Dre’s construct. The truth is I’ve listened to Marshall since grade school and probably know his discography better than any other artist. By consequence I “take” allot from him.
The first verse is to introduce why I’m doing this. My old artist name is Apollo. I’ve talked about it before on this blog but here is a link to the Edulution album. The hook is basically asking for a co-sign/ advance but the truth is It’s meant to be standoffish. Honestly I hope this will act as an application to be in the shady aftermath camp but I just wanted to make a track about the best duo in the game. I wanna go to shade 45 just to introduce myself, drop a nice letter and let them know it’s all love. Don’t come for me Marshall.
I’m not sexually attached to Marshall but in the song I wanted to create a type of Stan hysteria in the third verse for Marshall. It’s intentionally supposed to be fanatical so it makes Marshall think twice while being funny. “Pussy Poppin” is written and will probably come out next year along with “ scrumptious” (which is a working title). But I just wanted to point out that I sexualized my male peers before I did it to women. 
The vocals were recorded at Crack Horse Recording in Lansing Michigan by TheyCallMeHeat. The track was mixed and mastered by Sam Peters at La Luna recording studio in Kalamazoo Michigan. The Beat is by tantubeats.com. The cover art was made by ArtworkGang from Fiverr. You can stream or download the track wherever music is sold. Thank you for your support. Be sure to follow because new music is released every week!
You can see me talk about this blog post and next week's release from the last Sunday Update
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I just want everyone to know that Marshall Mathers is my daddy They call me Apollo on the mic, and I’m so happy That Marshall wants to be Zeus cuz in greek mythology  Apollo was his son, and I’ll tell you what there ain’t no stop’n me When I was a little kid I dyed my hair like Eminem did  Blond top, suns hot, gunshots nonstop Listen to D12 one shot two shot Come’n from my bed room, feelin like 2Pac But I was just a white kid, scrawny and always honoree And I was one of the privileged kids, there was really nothing wrong with me But I found “Brain Damage,” and “As the World Turns” And was like “If I had a” million dollars I’d buy a fuckin purse Tuck my dick into my legs, cluck, and give birth  Be like all of these chickens that can’t rewrite his verse Reimagine the page using his words Cadence and slurs like were go’n berzerk (Hey Em) If I like what you written, you might get bitten It’s despicable, like Daffy Duck when I’m spittin  I’m here to keep Shady and Dre from feelin That Shady’s not here to save the children
Come on dawg, give it a chance What would it take, to make you advance Cuz I know you aren’t afraid, to take a stan Let me give you a little motivation to do what you can You can’t break bad without a chemist I am the one who knocks at the door of your business I’m a rider for the sound and hits, a writer and a scientist Like Jesse with it, cuz it’s time for science bitch
I remember get’n high in highschool listen’n to “Rain Man” For the first time, think’n we was brain dead High as a kite smoke’n listen to “Kim” Think’n “Is it gay to touch another man’s ass with your fist?” We met Brady, gotta guilty conscious Bought into the metaphors, melodies, constructs Love watch’n Em go off on the mic And hearin what beat Dr. Dre had derived Learned how to square dance (square dance with me)  and get down to business  How we ain’t got no time to play around, what is this  Say goodbye to Hollywood, cuz my dad’s gone crazy Would you please stand up for the real slim shady I think we’re approaching an age of the gross Just another episode on the yellow brick road If you’re proud to be out of my mind and out of control One more time, you know how it goes
Come on dawg, give it a chance What would it take, to make you advance Cuz I know you aren’t afraid, to take a stan Let me give you a little motivation to do what you can You can’t break bad without a chemist I am the one who knocks at the door of your business I’m a rider for the sound and hits, a writer and a scientist Like Jesse with it, cuz it’s time for science bitch
I wanna say this shit right now while this fuck’n weed is in me I love you dawg, now let’s go make history  I could’a wrote a diss to see if you’d respond offensively Rather be a friend to me, don’t make me your enemy Cuz you know my Machiavelli  He lives on in the intelligently  Crafted written legibly  Poetry that I’m leveraging  I’m ball’n like Pluto Ya Gaia and Blue know Wit your cool flow I’ve fall’n for you, like Bruno And wanna suck Shady’s dick, like Ken Kaniff Get it back from Shaggy, while he’s take’n a shit That’s right pumpkin, you woke up to a blumpkin I wanna share the world with you and all your fuck shit (Marshall)  I bet your more afraid to love another man Take him by the hand, and make him understand (I love you) I love you Marshall, it don’t gotta be like this  We could run away together back where Dr. Dre lives
Come on dawg, give it a chance What would it take, to make you advance Cuz I know you aren’t afraid, to take a stan Let me give you a little motivation to do what you can You can’t break bad without a chemist I am the one who knocks at the door of your business I’m a rider for the sound and hits, a writer and a scientist Like Jesse with it, cuz it’s time for science bitch
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nezhcs · 3 years
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you know what I just said,, "Hercules, the superman of greek mythology" thus you've been given proof that I'm not prepared-
thats not even wrong... i mean he is the god of strength so eh
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thisisjaybaker · 2 years
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great novels i read in 2021
i feel like i didn't read all that much this year (blame it on 1. my bachelor's exams that took up about four months of my life, 2. fanfiction because who needs books when you can read 100 zukka fics, right?), but I read a very good selection of novels, so here we go with my favs from this year (in no particular order)! :)
Outlawed by Anna North
summary: It's a post-apocalyptic (pandemic, anyone?) 1894 in what we today know as the Wild West. After the enormous loss of population it's every woman's godly duty to bear children to repopulate the Earth. When Ada, an apprentice midwife, is expelled from her community as a barren woman she joins up with a gang of female and non-binary outlaws, whose leader wants to build a safe haven for people like them.
rating: 11/10 i grew up on Western movies but the older i got the more unwatchable most of those movies became for me, because they are filled with racist stereotypes, mysoginistic 'heroes' and brutality for brutality's sake. imagine how happy i was when i stumbled upon this book that is a queer-feminist western. i read this book in a 3-day-haze of not-wanting-to-do-uni-stuff and can warmly recommend it!
favorite scene/quote: the scene where Ada arrives at the gang's bonfire and tries to assess the situation like: 'okay, there are two people kissing, so a man and a woman, there's another woman, then there's this....person, no idea what's up with them and now we have another person that i have no idea how to categorize and then...', it's funny and it introduces us to the ease that the gang has around being gnc, non-binary, etc. also, the book doesn't use any labels for how exactly the characters identify but it's clearly described as queer identities/relationships
content warnings: period typical sexism, racism, homophobia and transphobia and according hatespeech & discriminatory actions, violence, blood and death, descriptions of medical procedures incl. births, descriptions of sexual acts and (mutilated) genitalia, depictions of undiagnosed mental health issues incl. post-partum depression, mentions of suicidal ideation and past suicide attempts, mentions of abuse, abortion and substance abuse, religious fanatism, trials for witchcraft, death penalty
LORE by Alexandra Bracken
summary: Centuries ago Zeus punished nine of the Olympian Gods for trying to overthrow him by making them mortal for seven days every seven years and giving the descendants of the greatest Greek heroes the chance to kill them and take their place in the Agon. In current-day New York, Lore Perseous, who had turned her back on the Agon after her whole family was brutally murdered, is pulled back into its deathly workings by an old friend and an older Goddess. Will they be able to stop the new Ares from turning the world to war and maybe even end the Agon once and for all?
rating: 9/10 it's Hunger Games meets Greek mythology in the most awesome way possible. anyone who knows Greek mythology will not be surprised by the brutality, still it's sometimes a lot to stomach. still, we get characters that are easy to connect with, some nice representation (considering it's ya fantasy, a very white genre) and a lot of mythology-nerddom. as someone who connects a lot to athena i loved how she was depicted here. -1 for certain ambiguities and featuring a main hetero couple (which is not a problem per se but the story didn't need a romantic subplot imho)
favorite scene/quote: there's a conversation between Lore and Athena, in which Lore questions why Athena never mentored women and calls bullshit on Athena's handling of Medusa. The whole scene is awesome, because it shows the ambiguity of Athena as feminist(?)/strong woman icon and questions the depiction of Medusa as a villain, because it stems from a male perspective. I especially love, though what Athena says about why she gave Medusa a head full of snakes: "I gave her fury power." it's an interesting reading and I'd love to write about that someday.
content warnings: graphic depictions of violence, blood and gore, depictions of death, assisted suicide, terminal illness, bullying, violence against children, mentions of self-harm, description of past sexual assault
Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao
summary: Pacific Rim meets The Handmaid's Tale in this sci-fi world that depicts a human population endangered by the life-force sucking aliens called the Hunduns. Their only guardians are the Mechas that are piloted by a male/female pair in a brutal systems that leaves a disproportionate amount of young women dead. When Wu Zetian's sister is killed by the pilot she worked with, Zetian swears revenge - and gets it. She is therafter known as an Iron Widow and forced to co-pilot with Li Shimin, a death-row inmate who murdered his brothers and father but is the most powerful pilot of their day. Will they be able to get along and save themselves from being sacrificed in the war effort? And will they maybe even get a chance to end this brutal system of femicide?
rating: 15/10 this book is so good! i've been following the author on YouTube for a while and was really looking forward to the book. It's an intriguing world they built inspired by Chinese Mythology and figures of Chinese History (watch their videos about Wu Zetian, the only female emperor of China). while it sometimes seems a bit on-the-nose when explaining mythological and societal concepts in the exposition that's only natural as Chinese Mythology is not well-known in non-Asian/non-Chinese communities. i read this in two days and it was very intense and very capturing. also the first book i read that gave me polyam representation (yes!).
favorite scene/quote: (slight spoiler warning i guess) when Sima Yi warns Zetian about getting caught in a love triangle she answers "don't you know basic geometry? a triangle is the strongest shape." also two things Yizhi says: "You can't shoot me, I'm rich." and (more somber this time:) "love can be infinite, as much as your heart can open." i would die for this man.
content warnings: depictions of violence and abuse, suicidal ideation, discussion and references to sexual assault, alcohol addiction, torture, depictions of racism/xenophobia and chronic pain also: kudos to the author for giving warnings in the beginning of the book, it's the first book I have had this in
Loveless by Alice Oseman
summary: When Georgia starts University she sets out to find a first love for herself since she has never been in love before and feels like she's missing out. By getting involved with the LGBTQ+ community on campus and getting entangled in a Shakespeare production and a dating scheme that shake up her group of old and new friends, she is confronted with the question if romantic love might not be a thing for her at all and what the hell that even means.
rating: 10/10 this book hit so close to home. i could identify with a lot of the things that happened in this book, as i myself identify as part of the aro & ace community and only learnt this about myself after starting uni. i have seldomly felt so seen by a book. (sidenote: also, compared to the other books on this list this was basically fluff which was exceptionally nice)
favorite scene/quote: not a scene or a quote but i love Sunil! Sunil is Georgia's college parent (a new concept for me). they get Georgia into the LGBTQ+ Society on campus and help her figure out stuff and are just very supportive but not in a passive savior-way but as an awesome friend.
content warnings: ace-phobia & aro-phobia
Honorable mentions: also in no particular order
Darius the Great is Not Okay & Darius the Great Deserves Better by Adib Khorram
Crazy Rich Asians, China Rich Girlfriend & Rich People Problems by Kevin Kwan
Excuse Me While I Ugly Cry by Joya Goffney
Queenie by Candice Carty-Williams
Juliet Takes a Breath by Gabby Rivera
One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston
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I see new songs added to the Volo playlist!! Any chance we could hear some of the reasoning behind those 👀?
OH BOY YOU SURE CAN!! (below the cut bc i have too many thoughts) (playlist here)
Icarus - Bastille "Look who makes their own bed / Lies right down within it / And what will you have left?" Volo is very much an Icarus-type character, the very definition of hubris in the Greek tragedy sense. (Plus, his Greek mythology-inspired outfit lol.) His final stand is him flying too close to the sun, desperate for contact with the divine, and it ends as every Greek tragedy does. "You're putting up your armor when you leave / You leave because you're certain of who you want to be" In the beginning of his story (at the end of the game—which is where my fic begins lol) Volo is single-minded in purpose. He's a fanatic in the true denotation of the word. But that certainty will come to crumble.
Screen - Twenty One Pilots This is similar to the ideas in Hiding and Demons, in that it's a recognition that someone wants to help him. Unlike those songs though, this is more of Volo's point of view of someone who, despite his best efforts, truly does know him. "I do no know why I would go in front of you and hide my soul / 'Cause you're the only one who knows it" No matter how much he wants to hide (or, rather, how much he tries to convince himself that he wants to hide), he just... can't. Not from the person who loves him.
It's Alright - Mother Mother Shoutout to @toadcroaky for recommending this one! It's a very good song for the slow process of healing, for breaking down and building back up again. It's Volo reckoning with his mistakes, and recognizing that he was "high and drunk on ego, can't see straight" It's you helping him see that "you're not a monster, just a human / And you made a few mistakes" I picture it as holding him while he cries over the things he's done, and the way he's messed up his life. But, most importantly, it's "I believe, yes I believe that you will see a better day"
Never Give Up On Me - MisterWives What can I say, besides "When you love me so damn good, I know I will get better / When you hold me so damn good, I know I will get better" It's the love conquers all vibes, babes—
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Okay one day Technoblade the meat butcher is minding his business when he heard heated disputed on two men who is debating on some greek mythology stuffs and i can't help but to think that Techno gonna join in to this heated disputed on the two passionate greek fanatics but accidentally dragged Wilbur also which dragged the rest and have a heated debate on Roman/Greek Literature that probably forced Dream The Manager to imposed a ban on discussing about any Historical literature or Debate on Any History part.
PFFFKZNSKEJ, yeah. Especially the fact Dream doesn’t like talk about history at all
God he works there with a bunch of violent nerds
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jupiters-nursery · 3 years
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✧Do Not Interact If:✧
(We will block you if you break our DNI, it's nothing against you, it's to keep our safe place (and our follower's) safe, thank you)
•Endo/tulpa "system"
•Pedos/MAPS (or support)
•Anti-LGBTQ+/MOGAI
•Animesexual, DSMPsexual, Dreamgender, Etc.
•Racist, sexist, ableist
•Anti-ACAB/BLM and/or pro Tr*mp
•Anti-pagan
•Reality "shifters"
•Anti-age regressors
•Support ageplay/sexualizing regressors and child like activities
•Don't respect triggers
•Spreading hate or drama
•Ship, write ship fic or draw ship art of YouTubers, content creators, non-consenting Real People, and children (anyone -18)
✧Rules:✧
✩Don'ts:✩
•DM just "Hi"
•Spam us
•DM us aggressively
•Send any kinda gore
•Vent without asking
•Baby talk in DMs without asking
•Send or ask for inappropriate pictures
•Ask to roleplay
•Call us any nicknames besides Pabba/Bubba
•Attempt to purposefully trigger someone to front
•Attack us based on our identity or appearance
•Say our interests are weird
✩Do's✩
•Ask who's fronting
•DM us positivity!
•Send us pictures of your pets
•Respectfully ask questions
•Call us Bubba/Pabba
✧Babysitting/Adoption Criteria:✧
•10000% SFW only
•Must be 15+ (Can be talked about if you're younger)
•Give us an alternative social (we don't like texting on Tumblr)
•Understand that we're autistic and struggle with social cues/tones as well as have DID and may dissociate or switch
•Your caregiver/babysitter won't be around 24/7
•Ask who's fronting, then ask who is available to babysit or adopt
•We'd like to have a friendship outside of regression before we will feel comfy caregiving
•We are not obligated to caregive for anyone, and can deny it for any reason
•This only applies to us being a babysitter/caregiver, we don't need a caregiver
✧About Us:✧
•Diagnosed DID, Autism, ADHD, OCD (if you don't know what those are, please use google before asking us questions)
•Hellenic polytheistic
•Our regression is trauma based and a coping mechanism
•Our special interests are; snails, haikyuu, south park, astrology, greek mythology, religion/philosophy
✩Users✩
-Wesley/Pabba-
•Host, he/him, flip, most frequent poster and fronter•
-Kit/Kitten-
•Protector, non-human, he/nya, regressor, struggles with English and typing•
-Robin/Lemon Boy-
•Soother, he/they, flip, babysitter, singer, lemon enthusiast•
-Aidyn/Dada-
•Protector, he/him, caregiver, babysitter•
-Daisy/Mama-
•Soother, non-human, she/her, caregiver, babysitter, loves flowers and animals•
-🍭/Bunny-
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-Other Users-
•Aria; regressor; they/them•
•Cody; regressor; he/him•
•Ola; regressor; she/they•
•Cameron; caregiver; any pronouns•
•🎸; flip; he/him•
•💤; caregiver; he/him•
•🍊; caregiver; he/him•
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allyreads · 4 years
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fic recommendations
this is a list of few of my favourite fics, check my reblogs for even more fics !!
author recommendations here
search the members’ initials to see what i recommend that isn’t on this list!! (kth for kim taehyung, ick for im changkyun, etc.)
fandoms i read: bts, svt, mx, exo, got7 and nct (so far)
disclaimer:
1. this is not a complete list, i’ll keep adding to it.
2. majority of these contain or are smut
3. very angsty so be careful of your heart
got7:
jaebum:
far from home - @red-exo
a light-hearted read that doesn’t use the most complex of vocabulary yet is able to make me feeeeeel all sort ways. although based on a simple concept, the story will definitely hike JB up your bias list!!
jinyoung:
the noisy neighbours - @chickenkooks
mark:
i want desire (a series) - @taexual
who doesn’t love a good mafia AU! series
bts:
seokjin:
currents - @yeoldontknow
one of the most powerful fanfictions ive ever read. all the revelations at the end…i can’t find any other words to describe how powerful it was.
hoseok:
systems of touch - @yeoldontknow
fuelled by love and sexual tension, this story portrays a rather professional side of jung hoseok and a reader through an artistic storyline.
oceans of gold - @junqkook
always had a soft spot for greek mythology (as mentioned below in yoongi’s) the myth of apollo and hyacinth were incorporated perfectly into this fic i’m obsessed.
jungkook:
policeofficer!jungkook - @nothingatallspecialinanyway
inspired by the music video, it’s a simple and hot piece of writing that portrays the AU!possible sexy side of jeon jungkook
oblivion - @softlyjiminie
demon!AU’s are just the best. this has angst too UGH I LOVE.
young wolf - @junqkook
for game of thrones fanatics ;)
forever and a night - @gukyi
a heartbreaking yet lovely werewolf!JK fic
not quite lovers - @junqkook
a hot ass fic, as expected from yara. in this fic the reader is the CEO rather than the guy. it was a refreshing change of perspective
rottenfolk - @junqkook
faerie jk is rotten alright
after dark - @seokoloqy
the sea & the storm - @jamaisjoons
P E R F E C T I O N honestly. so well written and so well thought out and the concept isn’t like any other im so in love
the turing test - @fortunexkookie
there are so many kook stories that i adore and this is one of them that i read so far. it’s another multi-chapter android!jungkoo; and recommend this story so much it’s so carefully crafted.
the monogamy monologues - @kpopfanfictrash
comedy gold, honestly. it’s so funny and so romantic and an amazing late-night read where you get lost in jungkook’s eyes through the form of words. 
rattled - @taehyungforreal
i know the series just started but i can’t help but fall for single dad!JK and i can’t wait to see how the series progresses
namjoon:
legacy - @mintjoonlep
intro: for her - @jamaisjoons
yoongi:
upgrade - @gukgalore
sorry tae, but i think yoongi has won here in this one
1. hello paradise my name is
2. mint
3. aidoneus, my love - @seokoloqy
i’m a sucker for greek mythology so it’s natural that this whole hades!AU series has got to be one of my favourite yoongi fics
heart haunting - @jamaisjoons
taehyung:
the morning after - @softlyjiminie
i just realised i didn’t list any tae fics when i first created this, but i found one!! this is a short, poetic angst / smut written in a genre i can never ever get bored of: the powerful, lingering feelings for an ex lover
1-800-music-street - @httpjeon
buzzed - @ junqkook
warm - @ httpjeon
i’m seeing a pattern in these fics...roommate!taehyung. there’s something so simple and sweet about this concept. gives me hope that love (and sex) can be exciting even in a domestic setting.
everythingoes - @jamaisjoons
so. fucking. good. OH MY GOD. this fic shook me to the core. unrequited love! angst! new found love! all my fucking favourites i love this fic pls go read it i don’t care if it’s 24k words and it’s 3am just go read it ok thanks bye.
taboo - @jhspetitegf
professor!taehyung oops
jimin:
lovebug - @ httpjeon
rockin’ the coffin - @ junqkook
HOT DAMN (it’s all i can say tbfh)
casual clothes - @httpjeon
faded love - @jamaisjoons
my all time fave genre: angst on divorcées / exes who still love each other. this piece was written to perfection. *chef’s kiss*
bloom - @ jamaisjoons
similar to seungcheol’s fic (listed below), this is also about the hanahaki disease and unrequited love. (my favourite!) i sound like a sadist but i promise i’m not
ot7:
eternal orbit - @interludemoonchild
stumbled across this and spent hours reading this series. every single second was worth it. i love the development of character and relationships between each of them. can’t wait for the next few chapters.
nct:
ten:
mine - @whereisten
demon!ten is seriously what i live for. such a hot, sexy fic i loved it. can’t really say much because you’ve got to read it to truly understand just how one demon can really rid you of your sanity.
lucas:
lovestruck!lucas - @warmau
exo:
baekhyun:
nothing like us - @ohh-baekhyun
enough - @kpopfanfictrash
a heart-clenching, emotional angst that potrayed the falling out of and falling back in love perfectly. alongside that came sensual smut to emphasise the connection AU!baekhyun had with the reader. it’s a lovely piece, everyone should check it out.
behave - @elle-lowriting
dom!baekhyun is just… wow. who knew a five letter, authoratative word could have such an effect. i know, me neither. catch a glimpse of baek’s dominance with this fic!!
light - @writing-exo-things
an extremely creative take on fanfictions, created based off exo’s latest demonic-esque concept. intriguing storylines such as this are then well planned out such as this one right here ^ i really recommend reading a few of her/his works. here’s the masterlist for the whole x-ėxø series. it’s a wonderful concept.
mister - @angstyexo
chen:
i hate you - @soobadnoonecanstopher
similar to far from home (JB’s fic), this piece is based on a rather common idea. this one was an enemies to lovers AU. it’s fun to read a tension-filled relationship that is soon resolved by unexpected ways. in short, this was a blithe and beguiling story.
saudade - @fairyyeols​
a slightly heartbreaking but lovely mixture of angst and fluff
chanyeol:
the dress - @thotantics
black tie - @yeoldontknow
my universe - @sehunniiie
the etymology of us - @8bityeol
bodyguard - @optimizche
junmyeon/suho:
automatic - @exosmutxoxo
( i can’t find the link for this :((( )
jongin/kai:
reunited wrongly - @causekpop
heaven - @fairyyeols
seventeen:
jun:
ashes - @taexual
i knew i had to add this to the list right away after reading it. overall, this is a piece that portrays angst and a deteriorating relationship perfectly.
heat - @guccisvt
if u enjoy werewolf!AU’s and hot sexual tension like i weirdly do, this fic is for you. a little lengthy, but worth every word.
mingyu:
but he didn’t - @pasteluji
i clearly have a thing for angst these days but this fic really crushed my heart. managed to portray everything so well: the situation itself and the perspective of BOTH characters I LOVE IT
seungcheol:
what you can’t have - @guccisvt
unrequited love with a twist
monsta x:
hyungwon:
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fallfromthaliagrace · 4 years
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sprained ankle and kisses - Percabeth AU
(I never thought I would write a AU of Percy Jackson but here we are! I hope everyone is safe and are sane during these weird times, hopefully it will get better. This originally was suppose to be a mini-series with six chapter but I decided I work better with one shots. I going to try to write an one-shot everyday tho each one shot is like 3000+ words but I have a lot of one-shot planned! Maybe I be able to write and post everyday when school cancelled?) 
word counts: 3000+ 
warning: just a little bit of swearing ;) 
Annabeth had called Percy late at night because of a problem that occurred. Annabeth didn’t want to call her dad who was working and she didn’t want to call her step-mother. So, instead, she had called Percy at eight pm… on a school night.
Annabeth went night-jogging because she had been doing her homework all day and went to get some fresh air to clear her head and get away from her family. And maybe or not, accidentally tripped and twisted her ankle. So there she was, sitting on the sidewalk at the park nearby by her best friend's (and crush) house.
Her ankle felt like it was on fire, and maybe it was from the glaring sun. Maybe. Annabeth couldn’t move her leg and felt entirely humiliated by the fact, she was sitting on the ground with her tank top and leggings, and looking like an idiot.
Annabeth was worrying that Percy had forgotten about her and how completely left her stranded. The sun was setting and Annabeth was getting anxious and closed her eyes for a couple of minutes, trying calming herself down. Annabeth took in the fresh air before exhaling it.
Annabeth could hear someone walking near her. Annabeth shook that thought, but that movement was coming toward her. Annabeth opened her eyes and looked up. She saw the troublemaker yet charming smile, the wild jet-black hair, the glinting sea-green eyes of Percy Jackson.
“Need any help? Wise girl?” Smirked Percy as he offered Annabeth a hand.
“Yes actually, my ankles hurt…” Annabeth said as the aching feeling of her ankle burst through her body.
The humor and sarcasm in his ocean eyes left, replaced with worried and concerned. Percy bent down and examined Annabeth’s ankles before biting his lips.
“It must hurt badly?” Whispered Percy, as Annabeth moaned in pain.
“Yeah, I think I might strain it, ouch.” Said Annabeth
“Wait, don’t move.” Said Percy as he picked Annabeth.
Annabeth widened at the sudden movement of Percy picking her up. It was weird, but it seems so right. Annabeth in Percy’s arms. Annabeth was now in bridal style in Percy’s arms. Annabeth’s arms were flailing around and without thinking, Annabeth wrapped her arms around Percy’s neck. Percy blushed and carried her to his apartment.
“You’re cute when you’re worried,” Annabeth whispered to Percy in the setting glow of the sun.
Percy chuckled and wiggled his eyebrows, “Annabeth Chase, You think I’m cute?”
Annabeth playfully slapped him in the chest before groaning from the shift in her position. Percy, who was slowly jogging to get Annabeth to his apartment complex faster, slowed down and apologized.  
“No, you’re fine.” Muttered Annabeth, “I’m kinda getting achy from this position though.”
“Well don’t worry, we’re here.” Percy said softly, “Do you think you can handle standing up, we need to walk up the stairs”
“What about the elevator?” Suggested Annabeth as she unwrapped herself from Percy
“It’s been down for weeks, no one hasn’t been able to repair it yet.” Grumbled Percy, “I’m sorry-”
“It’s alright,” Annabeth said as Percy gently placed her down, “It’s alright if I, uh, lean on to you?”
Percy nodded. Annabeth unclasped her arms around Percy’s neck and the two entered the complex. There was barely anyone in the lobby beside the receptionist who didn’t even look up as they walked in. Percy and Annabeth walked up the stairs well more like... Annabeth was limping up the stairs with the support of Percy, some people were staring at them. Annabeth would usually be glaring back at them but this time, she was in too much pain to complain.
They finally reach Percy’s apartment, (curse on Sally for choosing such a high level of the apartment.) Percy gently put Annabeth down on the black and white couch and quickly went to the fridge to grab a packet of ice. Annabeth laid down on the couch as Percy placed the ice packet on the swelling ankle.
Annabeth whimpered from the contact of her swollen ankle and relaxed as the coldness of the ice spread out her leg.
“I think I actually strain it, no joke.” Annabeth sighed as she examined her throbbing ankle.
“You should rest, Annabeth.” Suggested Percy, “The ankle needs to heal.”
“But we need to finish the project,” Annabeth protested, “It’s due tomorrow.”
Annabeth and Percy were teamed up for a Social Studies project about Greek mythology and they had got Hera. Personally, Annabeth thinks that Hera is just overall a horrible and boring goddess and she wished that they had gotten Athena or Artemis.
“Don’t worry about that, you should worry about your sprained ankle.” Said Percy,
as he covered Annabeth with a blanket.
Annabeth shoved the blanket off her and said, “ The project…-”
“Chase,” Said Percy sternly, “I promise you when you wake up tomorrow morning the project will be done.”
“You promise?” Whispered Annabeth, as she lowers her head on the pillow that Percy gave her.
“I promise,” Percy said softly, “If it isn’t finished by tomorrow, I give you permission to drag me down the bottom of Hudson River.”
Annabeth laughed and closed her eyes, “Goodnight, Seaweed Brain.”
Though Annabeth had closed her eyes, she could feel Percy smiled and closed the lights.
“Goodnight, Wise girl.”
Sally had woken Annabeth at noon before she left for work. Percy had not woken her up for school and decided it was best if she stayed home for the day. Percy had alerted Sally about Annabeth’s stay and wrote Annabeth a rushed note before he left.
Dear Annabeth,
Please don’t be mad at me for not waking you up for school but I thought better of it when I saw how peacefully you look and how much better your swollen ankle looks. And don’t worry, I have finished the project and I presumed that you would like for me to ask your teachers for the homework. (Though, I don’t know why you would want homework when you missed school already.)
Love, Percy
P.S. I hope you feel better and I left you some clothes :)
Annabeth’s heart fluttered at the note that Percy had written for her. She rolled around and a thought popped in her, Why does this smell like Percy…! Annabeth jolted up and looked around her surroundings… her eyes widen at the location of where she had slept in Percy's bed. Annabeth fanatically jumped up, forgetting about her ankle. Annabeth whined at her mistaken movement and leaned against the wall. Annabeth didn’t know why her being in Percy’s bed caused such anxiety as she has been in Percy’s bed multiple times. It’s Annabeth’s (romantic) feelings for Percy. Percy.
Annabeth ran a finger through her hair when her phone rang. Annabeth, who was maybe, just a little bit, was hoping that Percy was calling but instead it was her dad. Her dad was picking her up at one clock to go to the doctors’ to check out her ankle. Annabeth was trying to reassure him that it was fine (Annabeth had hoped to see Percy when he came home) but her dad thought otherwise. After a few minutes of (fail) convincing, Annabeth finally agreed.
“Okay dad, I’ll see you at one.” Said Annabeth as she put her phone on speaker mode, “No it’s not necessary, I can walk, okay, I love you.”
Annabeth carefully hopped off Percy’s bed and stretched her arms and legs. Annabeth didn’t lie when she said that her ankle was better and she felt ten times better. Though Annabeth smelled from her jog yesterday and she didn’t get to shower yesterday. Annabeth looked at the clothes that Percy had picked out for her; a blue hoodie and her leggings.
Annabeth grabbed them and took them to the bathroom. The shower took fifteen minutes leaving her about twenty minutes to spare before her dad picked her up. Annabeth tugged on the hoodie, (it smell like the ocean: Percy,) and put on her leggings and left Percy's bedroom. Annabeth walks to the living room, where she could see her jacket from her late jog (that she so now regrets) lying on the couch. Annabeth sat on the couch watching On My block on Netflix when her phone started beeping. Annabeth took her phone out of her hoodie pocket and checked the messages, all from Percy. Annabeth smiled at the message Percy sent.
Seaweed Brain: Hey, u wake?
Wise Girl: Yep, I feel much better
Seaweed Brain: Good :)
Wise Girl: How is Math class?
Seaweed Brain: Good, though it would be great if you were here ;)
Wise Girl: lol, how was the presentation?
Seaweed Brain: We got 10/10 on it :))
Wise Girl: Thank Athena, We have spent all night doing it
Seaweed Brain: I can’t wait for actual sleep, I’m so done with social studies
Wise Girl: hm lol,  I’m getting some cookies, blue cookies ;)
Seaweed Brain: Annabeth!
Wise Girl: Just kidding, besides I need to get ready for the doctor
Seaweed Brain: Doctor? Are you okay?
Wise Girl: Yeah, but my dad making me go to be sure
Seaweed Brain: Oh okay, what time?
Wise Girl: Now, my dad is here to pick me up
Seaweed Brain: Make sure to lock the doors
Wise Girl: I did :)
Annabeth grabbed her jacket and put it on before locking the doors. Annabeth walked down the stairs happily and in the lobby, her dad was waiting for her. Annabeth hugged her dad and they both left the complex. Annabeth was in her dad’s car texting Percy.
Wise Girl: Isn’t it six-period right now?
Seaweed Brain: Yeah, currently in science. I’m so bored
Wise Girl: Ugh, I want to be school right now
Seaweed Brain: You know, anyone is missing school wouldn’t be thinking about classes right now
Wise Girl: Speaking of, have you got my math homework from Mr.D?
Seaweed Brain: No...
Wise Girl: Why?
Seaweed Brain: Look, Mr.D is scary
Wise Girl: Aw, it’s fine then
Seaweed Brain: You there yet?
Wise Girl: Almost. Percy??
Seaweed Brain: Yes?
Wise Girl: Aren’t you in class right now?
Seaweed Brain: Uh, yes
Wise Girl is texting…
Wise Girl: Percy!! Get your ass off the phone and focus on the lesson
Seaweed Brain: Why? When I focused better talking to you ;)
Annabeth chuckled and could feel blushed from Percy’s flirtatious yet not very flirtatious text. Annabeth looked up from her phone to look at the moving surrounding and glanced at her dad who was singing the song track of Roman Holiday. Annabeth smiled before looking down at her phone that rings a loud beep!
Seaweed Brain: Annabeth?
Wise Girl: Yeah? Sorry! got distracted
Seaweed Brain: it’s okay
Seaweed Brain: Shoot, I need to go
Seaweed Brain: I love you bye
I love you. Annabeth bit her lips as her dad told her that they were here. Annabeth nodded and put her phone in “her” hoodie pocket. Annabeth’s heart was racing from what Percy had texted. I love you. What if it's like a matey I love you instead? Annabeth really needs to sort out her life problems.
Annabeth hopped off the car like she didn’t have a supposed sprained ankle but as she jumped, her ankle felt like it was on fire. Annabeth silently cursed before smiling through her pain.
“You okay, Darling?” Asked Fredrick who looked concerned, “You don’t look good.”
“‘I’m okay,” Annabeth tried to say without trying to imply that she was in pain
Frederick nodded but didn’t look convinced. They both entered the hospital and waited for their turn. Annabeth was looking through Pinterest when the nurse called out her name, Annabeth shoved her phone into her jacket pocket and got up to follow the nurse, her dad followed behind her.
In the doctor’s office, the doctor, Doctor Apollo, checked her ankle and told her it was sprained. Annabeth fought back her groan, she didn’t want to be on crutches for the next two weeks.
“Don’t worry, it’s only going to be for a short amount of time.” Reassured Dr. Apollo as he patched Annabeth’s ankle up.
“Oh, also, can we have a doctor note for her gym class?” Asked Fredrick
“Yeah, of course” Replied Dr.Apollo, “Now Annabeth, while on crutches, you can’t run or do anything related to sports, you must rest and let your ankle heal.”
Annabeth nodded, before getting on her crutches. Annabeth stood up and slowly but surely got walking.
After a couple of minutes of getting used to the crutches and listening to her dad talked out his concern and Dr.Apollo reassured him that everything will be fine. Annabeth was getting discharged and was able to leave the doctor’s office.
Annabeth walked out of the hospital to the sun shining on her, Annabeth took in the fresh air and looked behind to see her dad.
“‘Hey Dad? Can we go to school?” Asked Annabeth
“Why? To get your homework?” Replied Fredrick as he jiggled the car keys
Annabeth nodded, but she knew that real reason was to see Percy and that sarcastic troublemaker smile.
Fredrick nodded and said, “Okay kiddo school ends in an hour, let’s get something to eat in while time.”
“Okay, how about Panda Express?” Suggested Annabeth
“Yes! C'mon, get in the car” Said Fredrick excitedly, “I haven’t had Panda Express since November or was it September?.”
Annabeth chuckled and put her hands in her jacket pocket where she found her headphones. She plugs her headphones and listens to her Spotify playlist on her phone.
They arrived at Panda Express and ordered some Chinese food and ate by the window. They were discussed about Fredrick’s newest models of Warcraft ships. Annabeth was so impressed with her dad’s brilliant mind, no wonder why her mom, who (apparently, (Annabeth never met her)) had a strategic mind, had fallen for him. Annabeth never talked about her mom, her biological mom, because it was always a sore subject for her dad. But Annabeth knew that she was wise, quick-witted, and disciplined and that Annabeth had inherited her traits too.
Fredrick had finished eating and was ready for Annabeth to finish. Annabeth scarfed down her last bit of Chinese food and threw away the box. Annabeth dusted off the crumbs and got up and walked out of the restaurant with her dad.
Annabeth stopped walking and pulled up her hoodie to cover the sunlight that was blinding her. Annabeth sighed at the fact of how difficult it was going to be. Annabeth and Fredrick made it to the car and it was two in the afternoon, fifteen minutes from school ending.
Annabeth clicked through her phone. She scrolled through Instagram and Twitter, looking at her classmates’ pictures. Annabeth clicked out of it and clicked on the messages. Annabeth smiled at the icon and his name on her phone.
Wise Girl: Hey Perc, I’m going to school to pick up my stuff
Seaweed Brain: Oh, I’m was planning to drop it off by your house
Wise Girl: No, it’s fine :)
Seaweed Brain: Can’t wait to see you. The school has been boring without you
Wise Girl: Lol, I doubt that. You cause trouble without meaning to
Seaweed Brain: What can I say? I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me
Wise Girl: It’s that from a quote from a book or something?
Seaweed Brain: Maybe? I don’t know, I don’t read books
Wise Girl: You do read books, you know with me?
Seaweed Brain: Yeah, but I only read books with you
Annabeth smiled sheepishly at her phone screen. And looked up to see her dad pulling into the school's parking lots.
Wise Girl: We’re here, and also I’m on crutches
Seaweed Brain: :( so it was sprained?
Wise Girl: It didn’t even hurt this morning, eh whatever
Seaweed Brain: Aw, feel better. Thank god, the class is almost over :)
Wise Girl: You got my stuff?
Seaweed Brain: Everyone but Mr. D
Wise Girl: Aw, it’s fine I’ll get it myself later
Seaweed Brain: Sorry :(
Wise Girl: It’s fine, don’t worry
Wise Girl: Alrighty, I’m going out of the car
Seaweed Brain: Meet me by the front?
Wise Girl: Yeah, sure
Seaweed Brain: Cya
Annabeth told her dad she would be back and left the car. She walked towards her school and stood outside the school. She saw a couple of her friends sitting out on the lawn, Piper, and Jason.
“Annabeth” Shrieked Piper as she saw Annabeth’s circumstances and ran over to her
“Hey Piper,” Said Annabeth as she smiled sheepishly at her
“You okay? Percy told us all about it” Said Piper, concern in her voice
“I promise I’m fine, Pips,” Said Annabeth
“Hey Annabeth, you good?” Said Jason as he ran over to where Annabeth and Piper were standing
“‘Are you here to collect your schoolwork?” Asked Piper as she fidgeted her bracelet, “I bet you know that Percy has it.”
“Yeah, I know” Said Annabeth as she shielding her eyes from the sun
“Hey ladies,” Said a voice behind them, “ And gentleman”
“Leo,” Said Piper and Annabeth at the same time, and simpered at each other
“Hey- Annabeth, you okay? You look like you're burning and it’s usually me who is burning and sweating.”
“Um-”
“It’s not even hot, it’s warm.” Said Jason, his eyebrows furrowed together, “the wind is helping cool down with temperature.”
“Okay, weather boy.” Chuckled Leo who received a slap on the shoulder from Piper
Annabeth laughed, “Actually, I think I know why I’m burning and sweating”
“You’re wearing a jacket and hoodie in sixty-six degrees weather, I wondered why you’re burning up.” Said Piper as she rolled her eyes
Annabeth chuckled, “Can, uh, someone help me?”
“Ah, of course.” Said her friends at the same time, (kinda) forgetting she was on crutches
“Let’s move to the bench,” Suggested Jason, the others nodded in unison
As they were moving to the bench nearby, the bell rang signaling that school was over. While they walked they saw many friends of theirs, Reyna, Nico, Will, etc. Some of their friends, Hazel and Frank, joined them as they got to the bench.
“Hey, have you seen Percy?” Asked Annabeth as she realized Percy was the only one missing from their groups
Hazel brushed her hair behind her ears and blushed, “I saw him talking to Mr.D”
Annabeth’s gaze softly and she shook her head, “Aw, he shouldn’t have”
“Honestly Annabeth, I think the boy has fallen head over heels for you and you too.” Said Piper, a matter of factly.
“Piper, you aren’t going to stop your matchmaking with Percy and Annabeth?” Said Leo
“That’s my job, Leo,” Said Piper as she playfully shoved Leo, “Besides look!”
Piper had pointed to her back of her hoodie, curious, everyone looked at where Piper pointed. No one gasped or looked surprised, instead, they all smiled at each other like they knew it would happen soon.
“What is it?” Asked Annabeth, as she tried to look behind her back
“You wearing Percy’s hoodie,” Said Piper, “It says Jackson, with eighteen”
Annabeth blushed, “I know, that I’m wearing his hoodie”
“Hey guys, sorry for being late,” Said a voice that Annabeth had been in love with, “I had to get something from Mr.D.”
Percy jumped over the bench and sat next to Annabeth, warily of her crutches.
Everyone looked at Percy and looked at each other, they looked like they were silently communicating about something. Annabeth looked weirdly at all friends and back at Percy.
“Here, this is all your papers but they aren’t due till tomorrow.” Said Percy as he wrapped his arms around Annabeth.
Annabeth hoped she wasn’t blushing because this was making her blush. Annabeth gratefully accepted the papers and asked everyone how their day went.
Leo took out a note with lunch detentions on it and said, “Bad, tomorrow I have lunch detention though I don’t know why even I got it.”
Everyone laughed and talked about their day.
“Hey, does everyone want to go back to my house and watch a movie?” Percy asked
Hazel coughed and said, “I’m sorry but I need to get going to my horse training.”
“Oh okay-” Said Frank before getting elbowed by Hazel, “Oh-oh, my grandma wants me home to help her with, um, dinner, yes! dinner.”
“Oh-alright?” Said Annabeth skeptically at Frank, even Percy looked confused.
Piper facepalm and quickly put her hands before her back before saying, “Jason and I are going on a date.”
Jason smiled sheepishly, “Yep, we’re going to the beach.”
Piper, Jason, Hazel, and Frank looked at Leo and Piper who was nearest to him, nudged him. Leo’s eyes widened and looked back at Annabeth and Percy. Leo coughed and stood straight up.
“Speaking of going somewhere, I promise my mom to help with the machine shop, it is quite busy there.” Said Leo
“Well, look like all of us have plans,” Said Hazel sheepishly, “Sorry Percy, but you can hang out with Annabeth!”
Percy nodded like he understood and said, “It’s fine besides I got something for me and Annabeth to do.
“Okay then! Bye!” Said Piper, “Let’s go everybody!”
Everyone said their goodbyes and left. Annabeth swears that before Piper left, she had winked at her.
“So,” Said Percy as he looked at her, “Can I take you to somewhere where I think you would like it?”
“Of course, but with my broken leg…” Trailed off Annabeth
“Oh, it’s fine,” Said Percy, you could hear the disappointment in his voice.
Annabeth felt so bad, she could feel her heartbreak. Annabeth reached out and hugged Percy, inhaling his beach-like scent. Beep! Ringed her phone and that’s where Annabeth realized that Percy and she could still go to wherever he went to go.
“Wait, I have an idea,” Said Annabeth as she texted her dad if he could take them.
Annabeth squealed in excitement when her dad replied, with a yes. Annabeth told Percy and his sea-green eyes glinted with happiness and joy that Annabeth almost kissed him. But she didn’t.
Her dad pulled up in the car nearby them and Percy and Annabeth gathered their stuff and walked over there. Percy had requested for them to be dropped off close by but not to close by and her dad did so. Her dad told them he would pick them up by six and for them not to do anything… Annabeth and Percy blushed hard as they closed the door.
Percy then covered her eyes, to which Annabeth groaned but Percy told her it was the best. Percy led her through a crowd then uncovered his hand, to her surprise, it was a museum full of replicas of ancient architecture of Greeks and Roman.
Annabeth was happy and grateful for Percy that she wanted to kiss him.
And she did.
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~The Witching Hours vs the Devil: Good vs Evil Witches~
American Horror Story season 9 featured a major crossover and tie in to other past seasons, namely Coven and Murder House. From the get-go Witch Supreme Cordelia saw through the boy wonder's charade and like one of the fallen warlocks, is starting to prepare against the final conflict, after the end of days, against the spawn of Satan. It might seem to odd to some to see witches fighting against the devil, when it was the other side whose acolytes persecuted them for hundreds of year. But believe it or not, there was a time when Christianity didn't see all witches as evil. Gaining new converts by telling them the gods of their forefathers were evil was a tough act to sell. In spite of their best efforts, many still clung to the old ways. So naturally, the Church decided to compromise. Witches would still be tried and persecuted, but only if their magic was used for evil.
Depending on where you lived at and the socio-political climate of the time, these views were subject to change. One day your local midwife or wise woman could be cheered by the local townsmen and seen as a saint by her fellow women, the other day she would be accused of practicing the dark arts causing crops to fail and children to fall ill.The majority of highborn women who were accused of witchcraft, weren't condemned by their peers because they happened to practice magic. It had more to do with the accusation itself. Take Eleanor Cobham, Duchess of Gloucester for instance. Would anybody had cared that she had consulted a witch or an astrologer about her future? Hardly!It was the fact that she had asked them to cast a prediction about the king's death. This was considered treason, and with Henry VI being as superstitious as his father (whose persecution of heretics was legendary), she was tried. Although she was not executed, she bore many public humiliations, including the loss of her status. She died in obscurity, far away from the luxuries she had enjoyed for many years and her husband.
Amy Licence has a great article on this where she goes into greater detail. Popular costume dramas like The White Queen and its sequel The White Princess, based on the novels of the same name by Philippa Gregory, use some of the accusations made against royal women like Elizabeth Woodville to spice things up. She, her mother, and daughter were witches, descendants of Melusina, a river goddess (or demon depending on your source) who used their magical powers to lure men into their doom, or curse their enemies.* The basic plot behind the cousins’ war series and its sequel series that focuses on the Tudors, is a curse that was foolishly placed on the latter by EW and her eldest daughter, EOY, to get revenge on Margaret Beaufort (who in the novels is a crazy fanatic who was responsible behind the princes in the tower’s disappearance).EW and EOY are supposed to be strong characters. They certainly have strong attributes, but they easily give into their passions and in the end, what readers get is a far cry from the real EW and EOY who were renowned for their poise and piety. The legend of Melusina that is alluded in these (and many other) novels and the TV series, was a popular one in medieval times. According to various folk tales, she was a sea demon who, like the sirens of Greek and Roman mythology, made men fall madly in love with her. It was believed that the Houses of Luxembourg, Lusignan and the Plantagenet dynasty descended from her, with the latter's association with her being the most popular. During the time of the wars of the roses, Melusina had become a household name. Almost every noble owned a copy of one variation of this tale. Jacquetta of Luxembourg (EW's mother) would have been one of many nobles who grew up being entertaining by these fantastical tales. By the time of EOY's marriage to Henry VII, newer versions were made, which played on the same tropes as before: an enchantress who used feminine wiles to get what she wanted. In The White Queen & The White Princess. the Woodville draw their powers from her. The first adaptation has Elizabeth Woodville being accused of being a witch by her brother-in-law George Plantagenet, Duke of Clarence, when he makes the sign of the cross to her. Although she is a witch, this frightens her because she knows what the punishment for witchcraft is. As previously stated, it all depended on what the charges were. Elizabeth Woodville's mother was accused of witchcraft in real life, but there was hardly any evidence against her. Her son-in-law's triumph over her accusers, Warwick and George, enabled her to break free of the stigma. But this came back to haunt her daughter when Richard III ceased power and his allies used these old accusations against her.
Fast forward to the religious wars and the witch was seen as a viler creature than before. From an alluring figure, whose powers could be used for good and evil, the witch was now pure evil. Beautiful on the outside, ugly on the outside. She was the devil's most powerful tool. As a result, women had to be watched. More restrictions had to be placed on women. In spite of many illustrious women on either side, like their male peers they believed in their inferiority and their advocacy of women's education was only so they'd become more knowledgeable of the bible so they could guard themselves against the devil. Anyone accused of casting a horoscope or spells, could kiss their freedom goodbye. It didn't matter that they weren't executed, once accused, they became social pariahs.
Recommended reading: The Woodvilles by Susan Higginbotham, Elizabeth of York by Amy Licence, Elizabeth Woodville y David Baldwin, Blood Sisters by Sarah Gristwood, and Elizabeth of York by Alison Weir.*Amy Licence's article: https://www.newstatesman.com/culture/2013/06/white-queen-romance-sex-magic-scowling-social-snobbery-and-battles
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