Sorry I haven't worked on Angelica, but I've made this as an assignment for my therapist. Thought it turned out good so I'm posting it.
It says "Ease." in ancient Norse.
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People don't realize how liminal it is to be a time traveler. How you don't ever really feel like you're in the time you are. Even when you're in your own time, everything is off, your coat was something you bought in interwar France, the book you're reading on the train is from a bookstore you had to visit in Victorian London, even your necklace was given to you by a Neolithic shaman, from a culture the rest of the world can never know. You find yourself acting strange even when in the present, much less in the past you have to work in.
You remember meeting a eunuch in 10th century China, and having him be one of the only people smart and observant enough to realize you were from a diffrent time. You could talk honestly with him, though still you couldn't reveal too much about your time. And it was still so strange hearing him talk casually about work and mention plotting assassinations. You're not allowed to but you still visit him sometimes.
You remember that the few times you were allowed to tell someone everything it was tragic. You knew a young woman who lived in Pompeii, who you had gotten close to, a few days before she would inevitably die. On your last day there you looked into her eyes, knowing soon they'd be stone and ash, that the beauty of her hair would be washed away by burning magma. And you hugged her, and told her that you wanted her to be safe, and told her she was wonderful and that you wanted her to be comfortable and happy. And you let her tongue know the joy of 21st century chocolate, and her eyes see the beauty of animation, knowing she deserved to have those joys, knowing it wouldn't matter soon. And you hugged her the last time, and told her she deserved happiness. And when you left without taking her it was like you were killing her yourself.
You want to take home everyone you're attached to. There's a college student you befriended in eighteen fifties Boston. And you can't help but see him try to solve problems you know humanity is centuries away from solving. And you just want to tell him. And it's not just that, the way he talked about the books and plays he likes, his sense of humor. There's so many people you want him to meet.
You feel the same way about a young woman you met on a viking age longship. She tells stories to her fellow warriors and traders, stories that will never fully get written down, stories that she tells so uniquely and so well. She has so many great ideas. You want so dearly to take her to somewhere she can share her stories, or where she can take classes with other writers, where she can be somewhere safe instead of being out at sea. She'll talk about wanting to be able to do something, or meet people, and you know you're so close to being able to take her, but you never can, unless she accidently finds out way too much then you can't.
You remember the longship that you met that young storyteller on. You were there before, two years ago for you, ten years later for the people on it. The young woman who told you stories wasn't there ten years later, you had been told why then but you only realize now, her uncle, who ran the ship, had been one of the first people to convert to Christianity in his nation. He killed her, either for not converting or for sleeping with women, you're not sure, but he killed her, and bragged about it when you met him ten years later.
You talk to the storyteller on the longship, ask her about the myths you're there to ask her about, the myths that she loves to tell. You look into her eyes knowing it's probably less then a year until her uncle takes her life. You ask her if you think that those who die of murder go to Valhalla. She tells you she hopes not, she doesn't see Valhalla as a gift but as a duty, she hopes for herself to go to Hel, where she wouldn't have to fight anymore. You slip and admit you're talking about her, telling her that you hope that's where she goes when she's killed. You hope to yourself you'll be forced to take her to the twenty first century, you're tempted even to make it worse, you want to have ruined her enough to be able to save her.
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Bro, imagine if all the gods from different religions and mythologies from different cultures were so competitive against each other to find out who was the best at what, so they created the Demigod tournament. Once every hundred or thousand years or so. The gods assemble their childrens camps of different mythological cultures, from the Greek mythology camp half blood all the way down to the American mythology camp half blood.
A team of demigods is handpicked by the gods to see would be worthy enough to compete. The contest is to test everything that makes a demigod. Strength, speed, agility, durability, reflexes, stamina, teamwork, power, etc.
Every time this event is held, it's a humongous deal in their world. It's the one time in centuries where demigods from other camps around the world come together, and both compete against one another and get to know one another. But the gods see this as an opportunity to see which mythology is better so they can rub the other gods' faces in it...All...The...Time.
The tests for this tournament change every century that the tournament is held, so no tournament is the same as the last, and it's changed by the gods who won the previous game.
All the gods set up the tournament but also had little temporary cabins for their children to sleep in, along with places where they can get food. The tournament is also recorded live for both gods' entertainment and for the demigods who are not participating. There's also commentary boxes with translators just in case, and it's protected by a dome shield of the gods' creation so that no threat of any mythology can intrude or interrupt when the tournament is held.
They also have games and activities for every demigod to do when those who aren't participating are not watching the tournament.
Let me know what you think
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I got my Thor’s hammer pendant (modeled after one found in Rømersdal in Denmark 😍)!
Here’s the original find:
*NAZIS AND WHITE SUPREMACISTS APPROPRIATING NORSE IMAGERY AND MYTHOLOGY AND WARPING IT DO NOT INTERACT YOU’RE NOT WELCOME HERE*
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