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[duskiers]

Enchanted Beginnings

Percy / Aphrodite!Reader

Percy falls for the new Aphrodite daughter, leading to a series of amusing mishaps as he's too distracted by her presence. With a little help from Grover, Percy finally connects with her ☆

First request woop woop 🙌 💗

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The day you arrived at Camp Half-Blood, the sky was painted with strokes of pink and orange, heralding your entrance into a world where myths breathed and heroes walked. Percy Jackson, already a seasoned hero in the eyes of many, found himself at the archery range, his focus far from the quiver and bow. The camp was busy with the arrival of new demigods, but one in particular seemed to capture everyone’s attention before the gods themselves claimed her as their own. You, with your grace and an aura that seemed to whisper of Aphrodite's lineage, had barely crossed the camp's threshold before a glowing symbol of the goddess appeared above your head, sealing your divine heritage.

From across the field, Percy caught sight of you, and in that moment, the world seemed to slow. Everything about you fascinated him—the way you moved with effortless grace, your smile that seemed to light up the surroundings, and the kindness in your eyes that spoke of a gentle strength. He was so captivated that he hardly noticed Grover, his best friend, approaching.

"Who is that?" Percy's voice was a mix of wonder and curiosity, his gaze fixed on you as you laughed at something another camper said.

Grover followed his gaze, a knowing smile forming on his lips. "That's the new girl. Daughter of Aphrodite, and it seems like she's already making quite the impression!" he teased, elbowing Percy lightly.

In the days that followed, Percy found himself drawn to you, often going out of his way just to catch a glimpse of you during training or meals. However, his attempts at nonchalance led to a series of comical mishaps—walking into door frames, tripping over nothing at all, and yes, even walking straight into a window, all because he couldn't tear his eyes away from you.

Grover, witnessing Percy's increasing clumsiness and the amused whispers of their fellow campers, decided it was time for intervention. He made up a plan to finally push Percy into taking action, rather than just daydreaming about you from afar.

One sunny afternoon, as you were returning from a strategy session with Annabeth, Grover saw his opportunity. With a quick, "Trust me" whispered to Percy, he gave him a not-so-gentle push, sending him stumbling directly into your path.

The collision was gentle, but unexpected, causing you to catch Percy in your arms in a moment of surprise. "Whoa! Are you okay?" you asked, concern lacing your voice as you helped him.

Percy, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, managed a sheepish smile. "Yeah, sorry, I just... lost my footing.." he stuttered, internally cursing his lack of grace.

"I'm Percy , " he introduced himself, though a part of him worried you might have already heard of his less-than-graceful moments around camp.

You laughed, a sound that to Percy felt like music. "I know who you are. Percy Jackson, the hero of Olympus. I'm [Name]." you said, extending your hand in greeting.

What followed was a conversation that flowed more naturally than Percy could have hoped for. He found himself opening up about his adventures, the burdens he carried, and the simple joys of camp life. In return, you shared your own journey to Camp Half-Blood, the fears, and excitement that came with discovering your heritage, and the hope of finding a place where you truly belonged.

Grover watched from a distance, a satisfied grin on his face as he saw the two of you laughing together, completely at ease. He had no doubt that this was the beginning of something special.

In the weeks that followed, Percy and you grew closer, spending hours talking by the lake, training together in the arena, and sharing quiet moments under the stars. Percy, who had once been so entranced by your beauty, found himself even more captivated by your spirit—your kindness, your bravery, and your unwavering support.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of gold and crimson, Percy found the courage to express his feelings. Sitting together by the lake, he took your hand in his, his heart racing.

"[Name], from the moment I saw you, I was... well, I was in awe. But it's not just about how you look. It's everything about you—your kindness, your strength, your courage. You've become someone very important to me" he admitted, "and I keep finding more reasons to be amazed by you every day." his voice tinged with sincerity and a hint of nervousness.

Your smile in response was all the assurance Percy needed. "Percy , you've been my rock since I arrived here. You've shown me what it means to be a true hero—not just through your deeds, but through your heart.." You respond with a soft smile and a gentle squeeze of his hand. "I’m glad Grover pushed you into me that day," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Percy laughed, a sound filled with happiness and relief. "Me too. Me too."

As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, you both sat there, talking about everything and nothing. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you <3

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[yichuuonvenus]

Successes, Loyalties, and Laurel Leaves

Coriolanus Snow x Reader

~Description~

“Unfortunately the girl never responded to his love. It was not usual or possible for a nymph or a mortal woman in Greek mythology to resist the love of a god, but Daphne did so and in fact, she lost her life trying to escape this love.” - The Myth of Apollo and Daphne.

~Warnings~

Rape/non-consent, loss of virginity, obsessive behavior, murder

Part 1: The Search

Coriolanus Snow. 

Owner of the Plinth fortune. 

Future Head Gamemaker.

And most importantly future President of Panem. 

Coriolanus was finally home, studying under the wing of his professor Dr. Gaul. He had his ancestral home back in his custody. He had his family and power back. 

Snow lands on top as always… 

…But he needed one more thing. He didn’t desire it but he knew he would need one. 

A wife. 

One with good political standing. One that was dumb but not too insipid. He needed one that was interesting enough if he wanted to continue his career. 

He first thought of Livia Cardew. 

She and her pointed little face would make for a good First Lady. Even if she was a gloating little girl just like now. He watched as she smiled proudly probably at another “accomplishment” she made.  He continued to stare at her with a blank expression. Then he saw you and his expression, in the slightest, shifted. 

He has never seen you before. He tried to pry his mind but never came up. That’s when he figured out you were new. He would’ve known you because he kept tabs on anyone. He was for sure you’ve never appeared in the capital before. 

He made his way towards you, towards Livia who was already brushing you off like a toy she was done playing with. 

“Coriolanus Snow,” Livia sighed as he drew close to her. 

“Livia Cardew,” he said with a small bow and the most non-threatening smile he could come up with. It was quiet for a few seconds before Livia looked at you and finally remembered you were there. 

“Coriolanus, this is my cousin.”

You did a small bow with a shy smile. You obviously weren’t comfortable with the amount of people that were here which made Coriolanus think that you probably weren’t around many people from whatever dwelling you came from. 

He looked down at your dress. You wore a modest dress that could’ve been viewed as a hammy down if it was on anyone else. It was still pretty on you and hugged your figure in a good enough way he supposed. 

“Did you just come to the Capitol?” Coriolanus asked. 

You shook your head and then started talking, more mumbling and stuttering than talking.  

“My family has been here we have just been in hiding.” 

“You make yourself sound so ominous,” Livia laughed crudely. “Her father thought it would be safer if she stayed home. Away from the troubles of Panem.” 

“You must find yourself lucky then,” Coriolanus said with a stiff smile. 

“No, not quite. Mother thinks I needed to start meeting kids my own age. It’s been a lot harder than I expected.” You were staring down at your shoes. Barely holding eye contact. 

Coriolanus smiled. It was endearing the way you held yourself. Shy and quiet it was refreshing in a way. You were a quiet little bird waiting for something to make you sing. He would make you sing. 

“Well, I hoped to see more of you. You’ll have to meet my cousin Tigris. She would honestly love you,” he said. 

Finally, did you hold his stare. A smile bloomed on your lips. You were almost excited that someone invited you to something as simple as meeting a cousin. 

A woman with a wrinkled face called your name. She looked elegant as she walked towards you. She smiled as she saw Coriolanus. 

“Mother,” you said as you kissed both of her cheeks. 

“Coriolanus Snow,” the older woman bowed. “I see you’ve met my daughter. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

He saw the resemblance now. The same sweet smile and the same twinkle in your eyes. 

“The pleasure is all mine.”

“I fear we have to go now but please send us a letter. We would love to have you over,” Your mother chirped. 

“Of course, have a good night to you both.”

He watched you as you walked off. He bid Livia farewell as well but he couldn’t care to hold her stare. His eyes were on you. 

Only you. 

. . . 

Coriolanus stared at you as you picked up a small budding rose. It was pink with shades of magenta near the top of the petals. He walked closer. 

“That’s a nice one,” he said. You jumped at the suddenness of his voice. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No… it’s fine. I do that a lot. What brings you here?” You asked as, what seemed like, a coy smile etched onto your face. 

“I like to walk around the gardens here. The roses are always so beautiful this time around…” Coriolanus leaned over a bush and grabbed a white one. No imperfections. It was simple, pure, and perfect. “Here, this one is a nicer one.” 

“I couldn’t… pa- my father doesn’t like roses much and you picked it it’s too pretty for me,” you spoke in such a soft tone Coriolanus couldn’t help but smile. 

“It’s as pretty as you.” He said quietly but you heard all the same. 

You shook your head. 

“I-“

Coriolanus was close now. You could feel his hand take yours and then lay the rose on it. 

“A beauty deserves to be shared.” 

“Of course,” you whispered. 

Then he left without saying another word to you. 

Part 2: The Hunt

It’s been a couple of weeks since that encounter. Coriolanus couldn’t help but think about how flustered you got when he called you pretty. 

It was just too easy. You were going to be wrapped around his slender little finger. 

Coriolanus could imagine it now. You on his arm. No, there was no need for Livia Cardew when you were right there. Pristine and perfect. 

And Innocent. 

He would have to fix that. You were unknowing of what this cruel world has to offer. He would show you slowly. Made sure not to scare you at first. Then he would show you everything you needed to know.

He was abruptly forced out of his little daydream of you when Dr. Gaul asked her question again. 

“If we can’t control the districts what would need to be done?” 

Coriolanus pondered on that question. 

Control. 

His mind drifted towards you. If he couldn’t control the districts then he would need to keep them in line. In check. Show them that no disobedience would be tolerated. 

“Punishment,” it was all Coriolanus said. 

Dr. Gaul smiled before shaking her head. 

“A distraction. A moment of confusion. They need a sense of safety. When they feel safe. We pull it away. So they believe that they will need to earn it,” she said as she walked away from him. Her hands were politely behind her back, making her appear taller than she was. 

“If we punished them every time they acted out of line. We would have no choice back to exterminate their whole line. They need to be reliant on us for this to work.” 

Coriolanus thought about you again and then about what Dr. Gaul said. For this to work for him to own you. He would have to make you believe you were safe and then rip the safety out from under you. 

It was a perfect plan. 

. . .

You were pretty enough. 

Too pretty for any boy around the capitol that’s for sure. He thought as he stared at you. You all were in the garden. You were practicing how to braid on one of your little dolls. While Coriolanus was helping out with your mother tending to the new flowers she was putting in. 

Sunflowers. 

Your favorite apparently. Coriolanus wasn’t really fond of sunflowers but it would have to do for the time being. 

He knew that it was only a matter of time before you were going to be poked and prodded like a toy. You made your societal debut at the little party he first saw you at. He knew that he wasn’t the only one that could’ve had his eyes on you. 

Luckily for him, it wasn’t hard for him to work his way into your family. They were grateful that a Snow was even graced in their presence. 

He figured out his plan for marriage which wasn’t a difficult one. Your mother practically saw him as a son and your father was adamant about him being at the house. He was already playing house with your family. All he needed to do was add you to the game as well. 

He knew that step would involve your father. 

Coriolanus stepped into the shade sweat was glistening on his back and his shirt was sticking to him. He could feel your eyes staring at him. You probably haven’t seen any men other than your father. He would be the one to change that. 

Because you were his. 

No one else’s just his. 

He needed you to know that. To understand that. You were going to be his First Lady. The mother to his kids. The perfect, pristine Snow family. 

The house of Snow would flourish with you as one of its heads. 

He didn’t need to know your personality, your dreams, or whatever aspirations you had because you were already destined to become his. 

Yes, he barely knew you now but he will with time of course. 

Coriolanus would bring you out. He would show you off to the world and then you wouldn’t have to be learning how to braid on silly little dolls.

He drew closer to you and you shuffled a bit in your chair before huffing. It was quiet but he still heard the little noise come out of your mouth. 

“What kind of braid are you practicing?”

You peered up at him. 

“I’m practicing a fishtail braid. Livy wanted me to so I could do her hair for one of her parties,” you said as you put your focus back on your braid. 

“How sweet. I’m sure she will like it. You’re already quite skilled from what I can tell.”

“Thank you, Mr. Snow.”

He chuckled at your formality. He was at your house often and you were still so formal with him. He smiled down at you before taking a seat in the chair next to you. 

“Mr. Snow-“

“Please call me Coriolanus.”

“Coriolanus… what do you want from my family? You’ve been truly helpful but I just… I don’t quite understand what we could even provide you for you want to help,” you said. 

You stopped braiding altogether and stared at him. You met his eyes and for the first time, he saw the light in your eyes. You had fire. He smiled at you. 

“What can I say? When I see people in need I feel inclined to help them,” that’s all he said and then he left. 

. . .

It wasn’t that hard to make your parents love him. He was the best thing that ever happened to your family. He made their lives better while slowly making yours miserable. It seemed like they poured most of their time into him. You were being slowly shoved into the background. 

All he needed now was you. To make you think you’re safe as well in his presence but for some reason. He could never find you alone. 

Anytime you were out. You would only be there for a few minutes before you went back into the seclusion that was your room. 

You kept yourself hidden. It made sense you were never in the presence of people your age, so you making yourself scarce was reasonable. What wasn’t reasonable was not talking to him ever. After your small conversation that day you never spoke to him again. 

He didn’t really know why it was that way. He was mad at first. Angry even that you kept yourself hidden away. He was in your home 24/7. He had his own room and his own seat at your dinner table. Practically part of your family because of your trusting parents. 

So he made an effort to find you. It was like a game of sorts. The hunt to find you throughout your own home. 

Most of the time you were in your room but on the days he was lucky he would find you in the library. In a secluded area. You never figured out how he always seemed to find you. The answer was he was a watcher and you were his favorite thing to watch. 

Anytime he did find you he would never speak just mimicked whatever you did until you left. He liked to see your reaction to it. How your face would drop at the sight of him. How your breathing would pick up when you were in the same room as him. 

You were like a little bunny, hopping around the forest hoping the big wolf wouldn’t find you. However, he always did because he never stopped the hunt. 

He spotted you swiftly going up to the attic. It was perfect because no one would ever think to look up there for you. 

He made his ascent to the attic. The place was old and dusty. It smelled of old books. 

You were sitting looking out of the window. A small sniffle caught his ears. He smiled before turning it to a frown. 

“What’s wrong?” 

You suddenly flinched and swiftly turned your head. 

“What- why… what do you need?” You got up swiftly. “I’ll leave.”

“Don’t go on my account. Please. I heard sniffling. I just wanted to see if you’re alright.”

You turned your head in a moment of thought. 

You shook your head. 

“No. I’m not.” You sat back down, pulling your shawl over yourself. You faced the window. It was colder now. The blistering heat was finally over. Snow made its way through the windy streets of Panem. 

“What’s bothering you?” He whispered stepping a bit closer in your direction but not too close to scare you away. 

“It’s just… I’ve been alone my entire life and then finally the world is opened up to me. I have family outside of this home. A cousin my age. Other people who are my age are now known to me. But I still can’t make friends. I’m still so lonely.”

He was about to speak up but then you opened your mouth again. 

“Then you showed up and kept showing up. You live here now. You’re practically a family member, a brother I can’t help but be… jealous, and angry even at the sight of you. My parents, they love me but not in the way they love you.”

He was quiet. You turned your head towards him. Tears were brimming in your eyes. You never notice how close he was now. He held his hand on your cheek causing you to flinch away. Still, he wiped your tears.

“You don’t have to feel like you’re alone now.”

“What…”

A kiss was planted on your lips. He was kneeling and holding your face. Your lips were soft against his. Your cheeks were even softer as he held it. 

It was like that for a couple of seconds minutes maybe before he felt a sharp pain on his lower lip that caused him to hiss out. 

You were still as he stared at you. There was nothing on your face. No emotion. 

You stood up and walked away. Coriolanus was quick to grab your hand but you were even quicker at pulling it out of his grasp. 

He smiled as he touched his lips and stared at the blood that coated his fingers. You had a fire. 

A fire he would like to restrain. 

. . . 

If Coriolanus were surprised that your father called him into the office the next day he was proud to say he wasn’t. He expected it but what he didn’t expect was that your father ask him to marry you. 

“My daughter… she’s a sweet girl,” he mustered. “And she has such an interesting view of life.” 

Coriolanus remained silent as your father took a deep breath. Like he was about to ask something from him that was impossible. 

“You’ve shown so many acts of kindness to our family but my wife and I were wondering if you would marry our girl. You wouldn’t have to worry about her dowry.” 

And there it was. The groveling. He was going to marry you. You were going to be his. He was going to own you. Coriolanus didn’t smile. He made sure not to. He gave thought to what his next words were going to be. 

“Sir, are you sure? I mean it would be an honor but-“

“Please this is the only thing I can give you for being so generous to our family.” 

“Then, I graciously accept to wed your daughter she will know nothing but happiness,” Coriolanus smirked as your father brought him into a hug. It was as if the old fool was going to cry. 

. . . 

You stared at the floor or the attic. You came back for no reason other than to scream. Even then you couldn’t do it. 

You were angry that your parents foolishly believed this man who infiltrated your family. Your own home. Now he was coming for you. 

You had a small inkling but you didn’t want to believe it. It was a foolish thought, a dumb idea that you thought was self-absorbed. It wasn’t. You were right. Someone out there did want you but in a sense of owning you. 

You knew the kind of person Coriolanus Snow was. You didn’t know the world well enough to make sense of why people do the things they do. But even you could read Coriolanus Snow.  

You balled your hands into fists. You were leaving tonight. 

And no one was stopping you. 

You walked down to your room. You made sure to pack some the night before. The night they told you about your marriage to the man who snaked his way into your family. 

You started to cry and you got even more upset. You needed to pull yourself together but this was too much. Running away from home. You could possibly go to Livy’s. Hide in her bedroom for a few days then try to get onto a train that left for one of the districts maybe. It was a good plan in your mind. You still had a lot to learn about this new darker world you lived in. 

“What are you doing, wife?” 

You flinched at the sound of his voice. You wanted to laugh at the word wife but you couldn’t. You couldn’t even move. You turned around and saw the way his eyes stared down at you like you were a spoiled brat not getting her way. 

“I… I am leaving. We are not married yet.” 

“I mean we practically are married. I played house with your family and they see me as a son.”

“You’re the stranger.”

“But it’s almost like you’re more the stranger than me… barely coming out of your room. Hiding yourself away from your own family. Your own future husband. It’s sad.”

You stared at the ground clutching your sweater to your chest. Tears made their way down your cheeks. Coriolanus was nose to nose to you. 

“I thought you said you didn’t like being alone. Now you’re not alone. You have me.”

“No,” you said as you shook your head. “No!”

You pushed him off only for you to shove you down onto your bed. You gasped as he smacked your face when you tried to get up again. You blinked once twice several times before you gained your sight back. 

“I’ll scream.”

“Scream then but you may find that no one is home. Lucky for me. Unlucky for you, little bird.”

You started sobbing outright. You couldn’t stop. Coriolanus shoved you back down onto your back every time you made your way up. 

“I always wanted to tear you out of one of your dresses. They never quite find your style. We can fix that when we are wedded.” He smiled at you. The toothy grin spooked you. You had never seen this smile before and it terrified you. 

He did what he said he wanted to you and tore off your dress. You fought him the hardest you could. But it proved to be in vain. He was strong. Much stronger than you thought. 

Buttons flew off your dress as he tore the rest of it off. Your stockings along with your underwear were next. You screamed as he shoved his fingers into you without care. 

His fingers felt like sandpaper as they thrust into you. It was excruciating till finally, your entrance was slick enough for his fingers to smoothly slip in and out. 

When you saw his fingers you gasped at the small bits of blood that coated them. Fresh tears made their way down your cheeks. 

You called out for your mother and Coriolanus laughed. He brought his fingers that coated you to his mouth. He moaned at the taste and smiled. 

“Want a taste?”

You shook your head and he chuckled before shoving them into your mouth. His spit and your blood were what you tasted. When you started to choke on his fingers he finally pulled them out. 

“So sweet are you not?”

You felt him pull away from you and your body felt light. It didn’t register that he was off of you until you heard his clothes being thrown on the floor and the agonizing zip of his pants. You turned on your stomach and crawled to the other side of the room. He was quick to grab your ankle tightly. 

“Where did you think you’re going, little bird?”

“Please. Please I don’t want this,” you cried into your sheets.

“You’ll be okay. You need to get used to this anyway if you’re to be my wife,” he quietly said into your ear. 

“Then spare me until the wedding night. I can’t do this now.” 

He was quiet like he was considering it. 

“No.”

The fight was back on you kicked at him and tried your best to push him off but to no avail. 

He was on you now. Legs were placed on either side of your naked thighs. You looked up at him as he held your wrists down. 

He smiled softly at you it looked as if it was genuine. You sobbed even harder at it. 

Coriolanus opened your thighs wide with his. He placed them on his waist. His eyes demanded that you looked into this as he licked his hand and rubbed the tip of his painful thick cock. 

The first thing you felt was a sharpness. It was like someone was stabbing you but it was only him shoving himself into you. 

He moaned loudly as he bottomed out in you. He licked the tears that made their way down your face. It made you feel weird. You felt the intrusion become smoother, and easier as he brought himself in and out of you. 

His moans were the only thing you could hear and your whimpering. Both of them combined made you want to stay silent. As if you weren’t here. 

“You’re being so perfect, little bird,” he said with a grin that you could never forget. 

You were in a daze but you found that both of your hands were free you immediately started to slap and scratch at him. He screamed out to you as you tried your hardest to get free. He slapped you hard this time and held his hands around your throat. 

You held his hands and tried to pull them off of you. You got too lightheaded and too weak. And as if whatever above was punishing you. You felt the coil turning throughout your stomach. It was setting you on fire. Your whole body got hot. You were overheating. Then in a flash, as he thrusted into you harshly you screamed so loudly you thought your voice cords would burst out of your throat. 

You fainted from the loss of air and from whatever you just experienced. 

You woke up to find yourself on the bed you looked down to see the mess in between your legs. Blood and sticky white coated your thighs. 

You could feel the bile rise in your throat. The next thing you knew was throwing up in the trash next to your bed bits of blood were in your spit. You couldn’t bring yourself to care. You got up you didn’t even know how your legs were holding you up but you were firmly on the ground. 

You stared around the room. He wasn’t in there but you felt as if he was still inside you.  You rushed over to your closet throwing on whatever you could find and then to your dresser. You grabbed the cash that you hid there long ago. 

Shoes were the next thing you put on. You carefully opened the door. You could hear the shower next door. That was your sign to run as fast as you could out of the house and you did just that. Running as fast as you could. As fast as your legs could carry you. When you finally got away from the vicinity of the house you counted the money that was on you. Nearly a thousand dollars was in your possession. You could get onto the next train to anywhere. You didn’t know how the trains worked but you were going to get out of there one way or another. 

You didn’t know where you were going you didn’t even know where you were. The place was confusing to you. It all looked the same and yet different. 

You felt a shove and you were on the road. 

Then a car came and you forgot the rest. 

Part 3: The Tree

Coriolanus didn’t mean to kill you. He just wanted to hurt you enough that you wouldn’t try this stupid attempt at escape again. He was angry and wanted you to hurt as much as he was. He was fond of you. Sure he could’ve been more gentle but he was as gentle as he could be. 

He stared at you as people made their way to help you. 

In a darker light… you look so much more beautiful like this. Dead and silent just as you were basically before. Your eyes had paled some. There was no longer that sad shine in your eyes anymore. 

You looked like you were sleeping with your eyes open. Still and unmoving. A part of him hoped you were still there. Still breathing but to be completely honest. It was better this way. Untouched by the harsh reality of Panem. They would’ve eaten you out there. 

And if he couldn’t have you then no one could’ve. It’s a wasteful thought yes. But You were just too perfect... 

This way only he would be the one to remember you as you were. The girl who refused to be loved. He stared down taking note of what you were wearing. 

You were in your mother’s white dress. The color reminded him of the white rose you gave you months ago. The dirt made it so brown and ugly. He wishes to give you a better dress as people pull you from the road. Maybe your parents would let him choose your dress. 

He walked back to your home. Getting rid of any evidence that was there. He gave it all to Pluribus. He told him that he would have it done with. 

When your parents figured out the news your mother sobbed like there was no tomorrow. Of course, Coriolanus needed to be the one who was the most grief-stricken. He was the one to marry you of course. He knew you for a good several months. Many people believe he loved you. He gained so much sympathy from the citizens of Panem. 

Livia Cardew was upset as well. She got closer to Coriolanus. She would be a fit for his wife after all. 

He laughed bitterly as he stared at the tree your parents decided to bury you under. A laurel tree. Your father decided on it because it was your supposed favorite tree. 

At least you didn’t die like Lucy Gray. Unknown and unloved.

You were loved, just not by Coriolanus Snow… 

He smiled as he touched the branches of your tree with Livia on his arm. Livia hugged him close and he could only grin as he stared at your laurel tree. It was snowing, a beautiful flurry, just like the night you ran away. 

Snow lands on top. Coriolanus thought.

It most certainly does.

Epilogue.

Coriolanus Snow.

President of Panem. 

He stared down at the flag that he wanted to upgrade. The old one was too bland for his new regime. He needed one that showed power and called for obedience. 

The designer did well with the new version of the flag but it felt as though it was missing something important. 

Snow thought of the Laurel tree your father buried you under. 

The laurel leaves, your laurel leaves would be the symbol of Panem and a reminder of what you decided you didn’t want. 

He smiled as he thought of you and your leaves. 

You were going to look so beautiful on his new flag. 

#dark!coriolanus snow #dark!coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #coriolanus snow

[lillysilvermoon]

30 Days of Deity Devotion

1.A basic introduction of the Deity.

Thanatos is the personification of Blessed Death, the God of Death. His most famous myths are when he was sent to fetch Alkestis to the underworld and was driven off by Herakles in a fight. And the other one (and became my favorite but I'll explain this in other post) is when he was captured by Sisyphos who trapped him a sack to avoid death. In Greek vase painting he was depicted was a winged, bearded old man and, more rarely, as a beard less youth (he showed to me like the a young man, with the black wings, was like the first image that appeared in mediation was his wings).

He is Nyx's son (Hesiod Theogony 212, Homer Iliad).

Unfortunately there isn't much information about him, he wasn't very talked about in Greek Mythology and there is almost none information about him besides this (belive me I've been trying to find >anything< about him but I couldn't, I'll continue to try tho).

I'm participating in the Lunar Tarot (in my language it's Tarot Lunar) and every month is with a new deity, this time she decided would be to connect with out guardian - which I had no clue who it was, I did a card identification and was Thanatos and I was very shocked (never thought about him, I mean, I did but not to work with?) But yeah, definitely him ( why all of a sudden I'm working just with chtonic deities?? I mean, besides Selene everyone is from the underworld lmao).

I'll make a post about how I found it was him (because was actually so cool I couldn't sleep because I was so shocked and excited cs of HOW obvious it was that I lost my alarm)

#witchcraft #witch #deity work #greek pantheon #thanatos #chtonic deity #hedge witch #hellenic paganism #greek gods #thanatos deity #king hades #witchcore #witchtober #30DaysofDeityDevotion #ghostflower #ghost pipe #monotropa uniflora

[monstaxdirtywonk]

Heaven is a place in hell with you pt. 8

Member: San as Hades X Persephone reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, smut finally lmao

Plot: it's loosely based on the myth but I've made some changes to fit my narrative

You were looking around for Hades, at this point there was only one place he'd be, he is probably reading again in the throne room. You still needed some time to get used to your new environment, but Hades has been more than understanding and you were very thankful for that. He was busy from time to time but you knew that was to be expected. He always made time for you however, getting to know each other further since you were together officially only for a week. I guess you can't say officially yet because the fellow God's didn't know about you two but you were content to be his even in secret .

"Here you are" you said a bit louder than intended which caused Hades to shake from the mere shock of your voice echoing in the peaceful room.

"You scared me" He said and started laughing nervously to reject the awkward feeling of adrenalin creeping up for no reason.

"I'm sorry" you gave him the best puppy eyes you could master and moved closer to sit on his lap.

"I'm gonna knock next time"

"You don't have to knock, just don't semi yell during the dead of the night"

You laughed because that sounded so ironic.

"It's always the dead of the night here though"

"My point exactly"

You laughed again. It seemed like someone else was taking a pass for yelling often though.

"Why is Thanatos allowed to be so loud though?"

"That's his default. I wish I could find the button to turn down his volume a bit"

"He is too feisty to not be loud anyways. But for me, I was just too excited to finally find you. I've been looking for you for some time now. Missed you already".

Hades closed the book he was reading and left it right on the table.

"I missed you too. I wanted to visit you in your rooms later on"

"I wanted to talk about that too now that you mentioned it. Why can't we sleep together? I feel like a mere guest here and it kills me".

Hades was old fashioned to say the least. But it wasn't so much about whether you were married or not but rather to take things slow. He had his fair share of experience, even though it's been a long time since he became intimate, but you had no experience whatsoever and didn't want to make you feel pressured. He didn't trust himself enough to be around you like that, sleep in the same bed, maybe his wondering hands would touch you in an improper way during the night

"I'm sorry you feel that way, sweetheart. I just thought it'd be better if we took things slow, to not overwhelm you".

"What overwhelms me in fact is not sleeping with you! I've been dreaming of this moment for so long. It's right in my grasp now but I can't have it yet somehow".

Hades sighed because he was making things harder for you, it seems like. He misunderstood and had the opossite effect.

"Okay...we can sleep together tonight then! BUT we will just sleep. Understood?"

Hades raised his eyebrow, knowing well where your thoughts were heading. Exactly where his thoughts currently are too, to be honest.

"Mmm we will see about that..." You crossed your arms underneath your bust, like a child that was throwing a tantrum. His act made you doubt his attraction towards you and that scared you off a bit. You were thankful he was considering your needs and wants but it seemed like he was controlling himself a bit too well. Little did you know.

"Come here" Hades smiled making his dimples to appear and gestured for you to sit on his lap. You loved physical touch but you didn't experience it much so far since Artemis was a bit stern about such things.

You moved closer and sat on him, moving around a bit to find a way in which you wouldn't crash his legs too much with your weight.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" You asked full of curiosity.

"My legs are fine. I'm a God after all. Something else might start acting up later on". He smirked and cackled.

You had no idea what he was talking about but you knew for a fact it was sexual. He was confusing you a bit, keeping some distance from you and now being all teasing and playful.

"I'm so happy you are here. I don't want you to take this the wrong way and feel undesirable or anything like that. It feels like a fever dream and I'm afraid I'll wake up from it".

You turned your head to face him and cupped his cheeks before placing a quick kiss on his lips.

"Do you dream often?"

"I don't sleep much to begin with. I don't need it. But, when I do, yes."

"What do you dream of, then?"

*You, he wanted to say but it'd be too cheesy maybe*

"Fields, endless fields with lots of sunshine"

"You'd like to see all those?"

"I can and I do at times but not for long, I gotta stay in the shadows. But it seems like sunshine found me here too".

He was talking about you and you knew it. You never thought of yourself as a sunny person before. You had your gloomy days, your doubts, your pessimistic moments. But if you think about it, the sun takes its breaks too, otherwise it'd burn everything down to the ground. You and Hades are like the sun and the moon, gotta work together to bring balance.

You lay down on his chest, fondling the hem of his shirt to soothe him down. He doesn't seem stressed to begin with, but you always want to be a comforting touch for others. A kiss is placed on your forehead, which lingers for some time, till the imprint of sensual lips is left behind, a reminder of his love.

"What are you dreaming about?" Hades asked softly, waiting to hear about fairies and sheep. He didn't know your dreams can get more daring than that. Not too daring because you can't dream of things you don't know of, right?

"I used to dream of freedom. To be set free and to live on my own. Living here never was my ideal life, according to my inner desires at least. But I did choose to be here and that granted me great freedom for once. I was naive about love, still am, but the very first taste was so sweet that it made me drunk quickly. I took a sound decision though. As sound as someone in love can be".

Hades started petting your hair softly and then spoke out.

"I want you to know that you are free here. If you want to leave and go somewhere, you can. You are used to God's being above you, but I want you to think of us as equals."

Your eyes grew twice in size.

"I can't think of such thing, Hades. That'd be blasphemy after all. I don't want you to get in trouble or anything. I know my place in this world."

"Which world?"

That was a really good question. What someone defines as world is a vast and abstract concept. Your world used to be the world of the living, but you're not there anymore.

"Exactly my point. This is my world and I make the rules. Other God's don't have a saying about that either. Even if they don't agree, their opinions hold no value here."

"That sounds hot" you smirked and started laughing.

"You like it when I'm assertive?" He asked.

You nodded.

"I know this might sound selfish but I like how powerful you are. It's surreal to think that a powerful God would fall for me, yet alone be a little whipped too".

"What's that?"

"What's what?"

"A little whipped. What does that mean?"

You started laughing at the boomer side of Hades that you had to get along with, too.

"It's when someone is really into someone. But it's not just a lighthearted crush, you get really soft for that person."

Hades nodded at the explanation.

"Well you can say I'm more than a little whipped then".

You smiled brightly at that response. Some people play hard to get, too self centered or scared to admit someone else has such power over them. But Hades is confident about the way he loves you, not hiding his feelings away, but being open and even proud about it.

"I'm gonna get too spoiled it seems like."

"You will."

"For the time being, let's just sleep together".

Here you go again.

"We will! You have my word".

"Tonight?"

"Tonight".

~~~~~~

The underworld didn't have many servants which was lacking compared to the other kingdoms. However some demi gods stayed with Hades when the world's were sorted and served his majesty. Only one of them was female, Nyx. The goddess of the night graced the kingdom with her beauty and grace and Hades thought you could afford some socializing. She wasn't exactly a servant due to her goddess state, but she was willing to help you out and making your transition to your new home a bit easier.

"What color should I wear?" You asked while looking her way and draping two dresses on you.

"Are you gonna have a meal first?"

You nodded.

"That's what he said. He wants to have a meal and talk a bit first. I don't know why he makes it such a big deal."

Nyx noticed the concern that settled on your forehead by creating a frown, that's why she didn't speak up till you did.

"I know this sounds stupid and I'm sorry if it's too personal, you're the only one I can share it with"

She stood up from the chair and moved closer, already sensing the need for comfort and a quick pick up.

"No, don't worry! You can tell me anything that troubles you and I'm gonna listen".

"Artemis was always telling us to be careful with men because they're...quick to react if you know what I'm saying. She said that they're often ruled by their hormones. That's why I thought Hades would be a bit more...reactive? But he takes it slow, which isn't a bad thing, I just doubt whether he wants me like that too, or it's more of a platonic love? That wouldn't be bad, just unequal because I view him as a man myself".

"I see where you're coming from, but as someone that knows Hades for a long time, I'd say that he is different. Of course I'm sure he feels attracted to you in that sense too, he just needs some time to get to know you a bit better in order to take the next step. It's just his general philosophy, it has nothing to do with you".

You really hoped she was right. She did know him way longer than you do after all. Maybe you should forget about that for now and enjoy the moment.

"Hid favorite color is purple and I'm sure it's gonna look lovely on you. Maybe we should go for that dress, what do you think?"

You looked at her again and slowly nodded, her words waking you up from a train of thoughts and worries. Nyx couldn't see what Hades found in you at first. She used to have feelings for him and tried to make a move but was denied. She doesn't feel anything for him anymore, but the curiosity of who he chose as his partner got under her skin. She can see now what's your appeal, for Hades at least. Innocence. Not a faux one that is used as a foreplay or flirting style, but purity, which is hard to find among immortals. If it was someone else and not Hades, she'd assume the worst, but she does trust him. Even if he hurt her by rejecting her, he wasn't one to manipulate you or anyone really. He just wanted a break from the filthy world.

After getting ready you made your way to the dining room and slowly opened the door. Candlelit room that seemed frozen in time, your movements slower than usual, and shadows dancing with each other.

You saw Hades sitting already at the very far left and you went to sit the opossite way but the table was longer than you'd like.

"Where are you going?" He asked confused.

"That's where queens usually sit" You said with a smile.

"When they are guests over. Now it's just the two of us so you should come closer."

You did as you were told and Hades quickly got your hand in his as you settled down.

"You look so beautiful tonight. I don't think we're gonna sleep much".

You tried to hide your face between your hands because that was very daring for your poor inexperienced heart.

Hades laughed, he liked making you flustered way more than he thought it was possible.

As the dinner was served, you got distracted by the servants and all the plates you saw in front of you, but Hades eyes didn't leave your figure for a second. You had styled your hair in voluminous curls, that emphasized how long they were. Your wrists were adorned with bracelets made of pearls, matching your earrings. The necklace however, was a mixture of pearl and silver details, sparkling ever so slightly by the way you moved your neck to his side. A light lavender fragrance captured his sense of smell, and he was certain you weren't just a nymph, because not even Aphrodite would compare to you.

"That's a lot of food" you spoke up trying to stop the awkward moment of him blatantly staring at you. You weren't used to attention to say the least.

"I wanted you to eat well and gain enough strength for tonight"

Here he goes again.

"Can you stop flirting like that? My poor heart can't handle all that".

"You were more confident when you asked for us to sleep together".

"You're always more confident before and when something is about to happen, reality hits you and you go back to your shell".

"Your shell? Besides being a nymph, are you a mermaid too?"

"I might be. One without a tail though".

"At least you got their beauty".

"You flirt every other sentence now, don't you?"

Hades started laughing because he wasn't even doing it on purpose.

"When I like something I see, I'm honest to a fault".

Good thing the lighting here wasn't that bright and he couldn't see the blush on your cheeks.

"I'm the opossite I think. It's gonna take me some time till I'll start complimenting you."

"I can handle that if you show me your love in other ways".

Is he drunk or what?

"Weren't you the one that said we are going to just sleep tonight?"

"I might have changed my mind. Of course if you want that too".

"I'd like that too. I'm just a bit nervous, that's all".

"We're going to take it slow, my love".

You nodded.

You felt flustered underneath his gaze and took a look at the variety of food the servants bought for your meal.

"OH is this a pomegranate? I love them, they're so tasty!" You exclaimed only to be cut short by Hades.

"Why did they bring pomegranates?" He looked serious and even mad. You were beyond confused.

"There is a special power associated with pomegranates from the underworld, my love. If you eat them while being here, you'd have to stay forever."

"Forever? As in, never leave, ever?"

"Not exactly. You can live for some time but you're gonna be tied to this world. You'll start experiencing discomfort if you're away from here for too long".

"I see. So you don't want me to eat them because you're not ready to be tied to me in that way or you doubt whether I'm ready to commit to such an important decision?"

Hades looked at you and then spoke up.

"The second one".

"Don't question my determination about my will to stay here."

"It's just a big decision and I didn't want you to not be informed. Whether you want to proceed or not."

You thought about it for some time and when you turned around Hades looked at you attentively, ready to hear what you have to say.

"Can you feed it to me?"

Hades lifted his eyebrow, you couldn't ask a better thing.

He got half a piece of the fruit and moved it closer to your mouth. You opened and started eating slowly, but Hades didn't move away even when the fruit was consumed.

"Open up again"

You did as you were told, looking at him surprised but aroused by his dominant side.

He inserted two fingers inside your mouth, and you started sucking on them, enjoying the leftover juice.

"Fuck" He muttered underneath his breath.

Quickly he removed his fingers and replaced them with his lips, kissing you so hungrily you couldn't decide if it was the sweet taste of pomegranate or you that he was lusting after.

His hands cupped your face and they held you there for a minute before you had to break off the kiss in order to catch your breath.

"Should we go to the bedroom?"

"Yes" you answered and stood up, following Hades.

The dinner you just had was held in a room directly next to his bedroom so it didn't take long till you found it. The theme was dark, grey and purple colors adorned the walls and he had a large bed at the center of the room.

"I guess I fit the theme with my choice of attire"

You were hinting to the purple dress you were wearing.

"Nyx told you?" He asked.

You looked at him surprised.

"How do you know?"

"Well...I never saw you wearing purple before you came over to stay so I assumed it wasn't a color you'd prefer. You like lighter tones, right?"

"I do yes"

"Wear them then. Don't change to fit my liking. I like you in pastels too".

You found it really sweet how observant he was and how much he emphasized your individuality.

"Plus you won't be wearing it for too long"

You gasped and your cheeks started blushing.

He chuckled and came closer to hug you and take some of the embarrassment away.

You found refuge in the crook of his neck and tried to hide there from his risky words.

Hades moved his hand underneath your chin and you got the message that he wanted a kiss. Maybe more than that.

Your suspicion was confirmed because the moment your eyes landed on his, he went for a second kiss that took your heart away. It was messy, like the one you shared before, but it felt do good, your stomach was doing flips uncontrollably.

His mouth moved lower, and you turned your neck to allow him to kiss you properly. His kisses turned more aggressive and he started sucking on the delicate skin, surely about to leave marks there. Marks you'd show off proudly to the world. You were his now.

His hands started exploring your body as well and they moved higher to grope your breasts, gently but hungrily at the same time. His large hands on you had a fire lit within you in no time.

"Do you wanna touch me too, love?"

You did. But the sensation he bought you so far felt incredible and you were frozen still for a bit.

You nodded and he got your hands and placed them on his waist.

"Just touch me wherever you want".

That was easier said than done. You already felt nervous to do much but the overwhelming desire made you forget about it for a moment.

His body felt firm and toned against you and his tiny waist made his godly shoulders appear even broader. Underneath the soft clothes he was wearing, muscles contrasted.

He broke the make out session for a bit and took off his clothes fast before he came back to you. You, however, wanted to take a better look, which felt very embarrassing when he saw you ogling his physique like that.

"Like what you see?" He smiled proudly, loving the effect he had on you.

"I do. Now I see where the saying looking like a Greek God comes from"

He started laughing and kissed your forehead. His signature move by now.

"Happy you do."

His hard dick was poking against your dress by now, out and proud and you really wanted to touch him but you weren't sure what to do to make him feel nice.

"You can touch me wherever you want, remember?"

Was he reading your mind? Maybe your hesitation was written all over your face.

"Can you guide me?"

Oh shit. You were killing him.

"Start by stroking me slowly and focus mostly on the tip".

You did as you were told, feeling extremely aroused already.

Your small hand made him look even larger and he was about to cum faster than he'd like to admit. Just you being there, was the biggest turn on to him.

You stopped stroking him all the way down and decide to mostly focus on the tip, applying pressure over the slit which made him hiss.

"I'm sorry" you apologized thinking you were doing something wrong. More like doing something incredibly well.

"No don't apologize. You did so well in fact I might cum earlier than I should. Let's take it to the bed".

He started kissing you again and slowly removed your dress which made you shiver a bit by the sudden temperature change.

Hades was staring really hard, which made you insecure since you assumed the worst.

"You are beautiful, love".

You gave him a reassuring smile and went to lay down on the bed.

"Open up your legs for me, sweetheart".

You did as you were told and he put his fingers between them, playing with your clit and spreading the wetness. When he thought you were wet enough, he inserted a finger inside you.

"Does it hurt?" He asked while looking so attentively.

"Only a tiny bit" You reassured him.

The sensation felt like burning pressure which was more uncomfortable than painful, but at the same time you were craving every little more of his hands against your heat.

"My baby's so tight. How can I fit properly mmm?"

You moaned at that. Simple ass words made you moan out loud because you loved the idea of being so much smaller than him.

"Please I want more"

"More?"

"I want you to take me...properly now".

"No more fingers?"

You nodded and your eyes had such a pleading look which worked wonders for Hades. He loved how easily submissive you were for him. Letting him have his way with you and trusting him completely.

He pumped his dick a bit and moved closer to your aching hole, carefully opening your legs further.

"Ready?"

"Yes"

He put the head first and teased the area by sliding it up and down to further turn you on. As if that was possible. You were beyond wet at this point.

Little by little he entered you and stopped almost halfway when he heard your sigh.

"Painful?"

"A bit."

"The more you'll relax, the easier it will be"

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes because naked, muscular and sweaty Hades didn't really help at keeping you 'relaxed'.

He put his hand on your clit, slowly drawing circles to ease your pain with pleasure. After he saw your breathing slowing down some more, he moved in a bit further till he was fully inside you.

You opened your eyes to see his face inches away from yours, looking at you with all the care in the world.

"Does it hurt now?"

"It's better now"

You engulfed him in a hug which pushed him even further in, causing you two to moan in synchrony.

"You feel amazing. I've never felt like that with another woman before".

This was supposed to be a compliment but your imaginative mind thought of Hades fucking someone else and the green monster of jealousy possessed you.

As if he could read your mind, he knew exactly what to say.

"I am yours now though"

You smiled so brightly at that. You wanted to be his one and only till the end of time. Maybe even after that. For sure, even after that.

"I love hearing that"

"I know that you do. We aren't that different after all".

Your hips started moving on their own, which bought Hades to the present and he started moving his hips, slowly thrusting into you.

You could literally see veins popping around his forehead, he was really holding back.

"You can fuck me faster if you want"

"OH I definitely want that, but I shouldn't. It's gonna hurt tomorrow to begin with, let's not make it any worse."

"Okay but next time we can try a different position too"

"We will. Let's take it slow"

You nodded and moved your hands lower to cup his butt.

"Daring, aren't we?" He started teasing you.

"You're balls deep inside me, I don't think it's time to be all shy with you".

"That's my girl".

Hades moved a bit faster to grant your wish, but not too hard or as fast as he'd wish for.

You started feeling an overwhelming positive feeling which you've never experienced before but it was almost addicting.

"Hades..."

"I know, love. Let it go"

You let your body relax some more and his hand traveled between you to tease your clit once again.

Not long after, you came undone, experiencing the best sensation you've ever felt, tightening around his dick, making him cum too right after you.

You were breathing hard but remained connected till you collected yourselves again.

"All good?" He asked.

"All perfect" You smiled at him.

He placed a kiss on your forehead and slowly removed himself.

He laid down next to you and gestured for you to cuddle him.

"I...feel sticky." You said embarrassed.

"I'll clean you up in a bit"

"You're so caring and loving"

"Anything for you, my love"

#ateez #ateez san #ateez smut #ateez san smut #ateez san fluff #ateez san angst #ateez fluff #ateez angst

[yisony07]

Proper Rush

Tyler was alone in his apartment, fingering himself and groaning in pleasure. He had been single for a while, and he needed to release some tension. Tyler was a gay man in his mid-twenties, with a fit body and short black hair. He was wearing only a pair of tight underwear and a dark shirt, and his breathing was getting faster and faster.

Suddenly, something fell on his face, covering his eyes and mouth. Tyler felt something expanding across his face, but he couldn't see what it was. He tried to remove it, but it was too tight. The thing was now covering his whole head, and Tyler started to panic. He felt like his eyes were popping, and his head was about to explode.

Thanks to @kermit43 for this edited pic

But then, Tyler started to feel a strange energy running through his body. He felt powerful, strong, and uncontrollable. The thing covering his head was still expanding, changing its form, and color. It was now a green mask, contorting itself to fit his face perfectly. Tyler stopped struggling, feeling the energy of the mask taking over his body. He could feel his muscles growing, his skin tingling, and his senses getting sharper. Something was happening, something beyond his control.

The mask made him spin into a wild tornado across the room, smashing everything in its way. Tyler didn't know what was happening, but he was enjoying it. He felt free, liberated, and horny. He wanted more.

The tornado stopped, and the mask started to dissipate. A green air was coming out, revealing Tyler's new look. He was now a sexy hunk type figure, with a green face and a massive bulge in his tight underwear. He was looking at himself in the mirror, admiring his new appearance. He was hot, attractive, and irresistible.

Tyler grinned, knowing he had to test his new powers. He dressed up and headed to his job at a gay night club, working as a bartender. He wanted to have some fun with his clients, wanted to see their reactions, to taste their desires.

He entered the club, and immediately everyone noticed him. He looked different, unique, and sexual. He went straight to the bar, and as he was preparing some drinks, he felt hands touching his body. He turned to see a group of men, looking at him with lusty eyes.

Tyler smiled, knowing he had the power to seduce them all. He started to dance, moving his hips in a provocative way. He felt their hands on his ass, on his abs, on his chest. He liked it.

The night went on, and Tyler's power grew. He could make people do whatever he wanted, just by looking at them. He could make them horny, excited, and wild. He used his power to attract more men, to have more sex, to feel more alive.

Tyler was now a legend, a myth, a sex god. He knew he would never go back to his old life, that he would never be the same again. He was the Mask, and he loved it.

Thanks to @greenface94 for the masked pic and the tornado gif.

#loki mask transformation #he-mask #the mask #the mask transformation #themask #male tf #male transformation #gay transformation

[formyloveoflove]

Welcome Home (Okoye x Attuma)

inspired by @dontruinmymorning's meeting the family headcanons found here

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Attuma couldn’t help but smile. With his eyes never leaving hers, he shifts in his seat to get a better view of her smile. She dazzles, and he is a moth to the flame, fully at her mercy as heat rose up his body. And her laugh. Oh, God, that laugh. It felt like the sunset, like water on a hot day, like sex on the beach.

His smile widened as he chuckled to himself, gaining the attention of a special Wakandan floating in his mother’s living room with his niece babbling in her lap. She glanced at him for just a second, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. He flexed his hand, fighting the urge to cross the room, press his hands to her waist, and kiss over the love bites he left the night before now hidden under the full-body diver suit that he commissioned Shuri to make.

“There’s that suit from the Americans,” she said, clapping her hands together to wipe the chip dust from her fingers. “What do you need a new one for?”

“For K’iin,” he coughed. He felt vulnerable under her gaze. No longer her begging eyes from the bridge, but the Black Panther back from her pilgrimage to Haiti: the one who forgives, but never forgets.

“So, Okoye asked you to come here? To my lab? A place she knows how to get to if she needed something like a suit to go to the bottom of the ocean?”

He stood straight, unyielding, “I’m asking. I want her to see my home, meet my family.”

Unfazed, Shuri rests her chin on her hands, and Attuma felt like she towering over him. Her voice was low, “and is she aware of this desire?”

“Yes,” and many more, but the sole survivor of the Golden Tribe didn’t need to know what goes down in his love’s bed and shower and kitchen.

With a flick of a wrist, he was dismissed, and here they are, with his father standing to his right, a scowl planted permanently on his face as he nudged his son, urging him to follow him outside. Reluctantly, he obeyed and ignored the questioning stare of his surface visitor.

Okoye quickly fixed her face, giving the three generations of Talokonil a dazzling smile. In her lap, a girl of three years older is holding her gaze: the most inquisitive of them all. She asks her what’s her name, what’s her name means, who named her, where she came from, how she got her, and how she knows my uncle. The last one being her favorite.

“On a bridge at night,” she says, braiding the toddler’s hair. “He appeared on the back of a whale with bones of a predator all over his body. He shimmered in the moonlight-“

“And so did her blade,” and she looked up into his eyes, and he still shimmered, even in the depths of the ocean. He bends down to her level. His voice dangerously low as if his mother was not a hand stretch away “And you’re not telling the full story, K’iin. I remember someone telling me that if I took another step, they would kill me.”

“Ah,” she laughed, and his heart stopped. “I thought you said that I was not worth your blade.” Her smile could kill him right there, and he would die a happy man.

“Because, In yakunaj, you are worth so much more,” and the look in his eyes told her that it was time to go. His niece lifted her from arms. His hand guiding Okoye to the door. But it was his father that stopped them, giving his son a stern look. And his sisters laughed.

“Let us enjoy her,” one of them said as she found her way to her side. “You can’t keep hoarding her. Especially when she is the sole witness to your brutal defeat.” His family’s ear perked up at that, and they surrounded Okoye like she was an oracle, telling myths and legends.

He couldn’t even be annoyed. Not when his father pushed him back in his seat, not when his cousins slap his shoulders in jest, not when his mother chuckles as she pops pieces of seaweed in her mouth. Because how could he not smile as his love’s eyes lighten his childhood home, and he remembers how excited he was to have his family and her in the same room. The rush to his cheeks as his mother pulled her through the door, dragging her with promises of good food and stories about a Attuma she knew nothing about. She fit right in with his siblings, swapping tales about marketplaces and childhood games.

And his breath caught in his throat, and his hand on his chest. He dreamed about this moment, but he didn’t know how her laughter mixing in with his family would make him want her to stay. In Talokan, with him, forever.

As if she could read his thoughts, Okoye meets his gaze with a laugh slipping off her lips. His youngest brother, sitting on the floor, pats his knee, pointing to his chest, “I guess he can still feel that kick.”

“Yeah,” she hums, “me, too.”

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This is my first ever fanfic after years of being a reader, but as soon as I saw these two in theatres, I knew I had to give it a try. They are my babies fr! Can't wait to practice some more, and spend more time with this couple

#okoye x attuma #attoye #attuma x okoye #okoye #attuma #wakanda forever

[meetmyothersouls]

so hi! in Celtic Mythology, there is a belief that by leaving a graveyard in a different way than you've entered, a spirit can exit with you. idk but I think you can write an incredible timotay fanfic based on this myth. Maybe Timothee sprints through the graveyard and the reader exit with him or it can be the other way around. Anyway, you can do whatever you like and you can put anything you want, and if you decided to write about this, please have fun and know that I am already excited about it ♡☆♡☆♡☆

Oh my good god I love this!!!! Hope you enjoy and sorry it’s taken so long ❤️

Cemetery Gates

Warnings: dead reader, graveyard, Halloween/Halloween themes, not proof read

You’d seen a lot since Death appeared and led your soul out of your body. You thought Death would lead you to a stairway to heaven, or a hallway filled with doors. And maybe he would have, but you ran before he had the chance to. You were already dead, so he didn’t come after you. He let you run. He watched and he probably laughed, because as it turns out, running was a mistake.

Since you didn’t follow Death to your next chapter, you remained bound to your body. It lays in a coffin in an old cemetery in New York City. And if you thought a mortal existence sucked ass, imagine having to spend every day existing (but not really) in a graveyard. Nothing pleasant ever happens in a grave yard, that is until he walked in.

You weren’t sure when you died. I mean, your gravestone has a date on it, but you weren’t sure how long ago that was. All sense of time was gone. It was just one long on going monotonous series of events. So when he made his way into the cemetery, everything stopped for you.

You don’t normally see too many single visitors. That’s the thing about the dead. Eventually you forget them. Visits become less frequent, flowers left on headstones wither away and we’re just…left here. The sound of the dead floats through the wind, like a faint harmony of many cries. You’re not sure if anyone else can hear it, but this man who walked in seemed keenly aware of his surroundings. He walked eyes full of curiosity as he looked around and just as you decided him seeing you was a ludicrous though, his eyes seemed to land in the spot your spirit hovered. If you could, you’d gasp. But no, he can’t see you. You followed him, wondering who he was here to see. He carried a pail and various cleaning supplies, which you found odd, but still you followed.

He walked, peering over at various graves, but ultimately walking over them until he landed on yours. Again, if you could gasp you would. He kneeled down in front of it, setting his supplies down. Your spirit saunter over to the other side of his grave. You crossed your ghostly arms over the top do your headstone and rested your cheek on your arm. What was he doing? 

He took a small broom lien contraption and swept off the bottom most piece of your grave and revealed your name.

“Y/n” he said out loud.

Again your world, or your spirits version of the world, stopped. No one’s visited your grave in a long, long time.

He sprayed down your headstone, and it was then you realized that he was cleaning it. If you had a heart, the action would have warmed it.

“What’s you’re name?” You asked, knowing he couldn’t hear you.

“I’m, Timothee, and I’m going to clean you up today.”

Wait. Can he hear you?

You made your way over to the other side, watching him as he worked. He scraped years worth of moss and dirt off of your stone. The sprayed a soapy concentration over it, revealing words that were chosen that didn’t really matter any more.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked.

Timothee stopped, turning his head quickly and you instantly felt bad for scaring him.

“I feel bad for those of you forgotten. Makes my heart hurt.”

Your essence travels over to the other side of him and you saw the chills pepper the back of his neck.

“Someone here with me?” Timothee asked, rubbing the back of his neck to warm it. “Y/n, is it you?”

He’s talking to me you think to yourself.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said, standing up. “I chose your grave to clean. You seem so lonely over here.”

Your grave is separate from a lot of the others, which has always made you think that you’d been here a lot longer than they have.

“I don’t mind, thank you.”

You watched as his eyes moved, as if he was listening for a response on the wind. Breezes carry spirits cries, after all.

He smiled, nodding his head, until a loud yell makes him jump.

“Hey! What are you doing!? You can’t be in here with that!”

Timothee grabbed his supplies, tripping a little before he ran. You follow him, one good part about being a spirit is that you can keep up with jusy about anything. One time, you followed a cat through the entire cemetery as she ran after several mice.

The man called out after Timothee, shaking his fist in the air angrily and instead of turning around the leave the way he came, he took the back entrance, few people knew about this one. Timothee flung open the gate and you stopped, knowing you wouldn’t be able to go any further. You tried many times, the farthest you were able to make it was the stop sign, about 5 steps away from your cemetery, this time would be no different.

“You might be able to follow him,” you heard another spirits voice, belonging to Gerard. Gerard was one of the oldest spirits in the cemetery.

“I’m not sure, I’ve tried to leave many times. It never works.”

“Ah yes, but did you notice he left differently than he came?”

“Yeah, he left the back way.”

“And you’re unaware of what that means?”

You shrugged, earning a sigh from Gerard. “There’s an old belief, that if one of the living exists a graveyard differently than how he entered, a spirit may exit with him.”

You’d never heard of this. “Is it true?”

Gerard shrugged this time. “We can test it out, can we not?”

You peered over the cemetery gates, you could see Timothee, bent over with his hands on his knees as he worked on catching his breath. You nodded, making your way through the gate. Your spirit arrived to the stop sign it always arrived at, but this time it felt different. There was no pull in the opposite direction. Timothee was a few steps ahead of you and you pushed in his direction and latched onto him as he made his way into a cab.

“31st street,” you heard him say as the cab lurched forward.

You weren’t sure what your plan was, where you were headed or what the fuck you were going to do when you got there, but you were out of the cemetery. And you were riding in cab with a man you didn’t know, and you were dead.

What the fuck?

“It’s so cold in here,” Timothee said, his teeth chattering hard.

“That’s my fault, sorry,” you say, unsure why. It just felt weird to…not talk.

He looked in your direction, as if he heard you and it made you shiver. This was weird.

The cab stopped in a busy street and you made your way out with Timothee, almost losing him in the process. You were in awe, having not seen the city in a long, long time. You latched back onto him, making him colder than he was before. You felt bad.

You watched as he jogged across the street and made his way into a tall building with lots of windows. You let go of him when he walked through the threshold of an elevator and again his eyes seemed to land on you. It was silent as he pressed the number ten button. Silent as a few other people entered. A little girl holding her mothers hand hopped on and she made eye contact with you. You smiled at her. Little kids could always see you. She smiled back and waved before her mom jerked her hand back.

“Who are you waving at?” She sounded annoyed.

You rolled your eyes, and the little girl laughed. You looked back at Timothee, his eyes again seeming to be pointed at you. The elevator stopped on the tenth floor and Timothee made his way out, you followed close behind. He walked down the hall, turning once before he slid a card into his apartment door, unlocking it.

You sauntered in before he had the chance to lock you out. He shut the door and locked it from the inside. He turned around and let out a deep sigh before speaking.

“I’m not sure if you’re here with me, y/n. I hope you are.”

“I’m here,” you said.

“It feels about fifteen degrees colder in here so…I hope that’s a good sign. I didn’t want to overwhelm you in the cemetery.”

Overwhelm you?

“I miss you so much, and you probably don’t even remember me. But I’m going to bring you back.”

He set his phone down on the counter, revealing a photo of you and Timothee. He was holding your hand, gazing lovingly down at you in your white dress.

You were…married to him?

Your attention was back at him as he started talking.

“And if I can’t bring you back, I’ll join you.”

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[genericpuff]

Do you plan on adding any new characters (oc or people from myths not included in LO), archs, or plot lines in Rekindled?

Considering that LO already bit off more than it could chew, I likely will not be adding any extra plotlines/characters into Rekindled, as I'd like to refocus the writing back to its foundations in S1 and expand on them further (if Rachel had just stuck with the original trajectory of what she had set up, even if both our versions would have ended up diverging along the way).

Of course, what I'm hoping to tackle is subject to change, but stuff I know for sure:

I will not be tackling Eros and Psyche's myth, at least not in as great detail as LO, due to the fact that its placement in the story makes no sense with the original myth in mind (in the OG myth Persephone and Hades are already married so it would make more sense to tackle that if and when I get past the Hades x Persephone story; I might tackle it in a one shot or something, which is also what I'd love to do with Orpheus and Eurydice!)

I will be removing the Apollo SA. It's obvious Rachel didn't feel up to the task of tackling it and only wanted to use it for virtue signaling because she shoves it off into the background every opportunity she gets and seems like she wants people to just forget it happened. Considering it serves no narrative purpose beyond that, then it's a pretty obvious thing to have removed, SA shouldn't be used as a means for character development (especially when it's just to make the main love interest look better by comparison, blech).

While I'll be removing the SA, I'll still be covering some of Persephone's struggles with finding healthy relationships and feeling comfortable in her sexuality. TGOEM will be less of a 'purity club' and more of a women's support group for female goddesses and nymphs who have been harmed by the patriarchal systems that are in place in Ancient Greece (forced marriages, sexual assault, etc.) Demeter's biggest fear is her daughter being consumed/killed by a male god the same way her creator (Metis) was, and Gaia before that, and in a lot of ways, she's both consciously and subconsciously supplanted those fears into Persephone. They both have a lot of stuff to work through, to say the least!

How gods/goddesses are created is being completely rewritten. Believe it or not, there are more sensible ways to skirt around the incest that don't have to perform insane writing gymnastics when you're dealing with deathless, non-corporeal beings. It's one of those "Rachel, the answer was spitting you in the face" things and I'm pretty excited to get into it :' )

I will be dropping Eris' role as Persephone's reason for wrath. This made zero sense and did nothing for the plot back then and it makes zero sense and does nothing for the plot now. All it does is further rob Persephone of any agency or responsibility and it makes her 10x less interesting as a character. This does mean Eris likely also won't make much of an appearance in Rekindled as that was literally her only purpose in LO from what we've seen and I'm not planning on tackling the Trojan War, but we might see about referencing her every now and then as a background character, it depends lol

References to the Trojan War will be removed as all the references that Rachel made in LO, again, make no sense especially with how messy the timeline has gotten.

The divide between Kore and Persephone as namesakes will be far more apparent and characterized. Not gonna spoil too much but we're gonna tackle the original foundation of Persephone/'the feeling' a lot more with what was started in S1 and never followed up on (because Rachel retconned it through Eris). I'll also be taking a similar approach with Hades vs. Aidoneus.

I'm working with what Rachel has provided in terms of worldbuilding (which is, to be fair, very little LMAO) and expanding on it to make 'more sense' especially with the whole gods vs. modern times thing. There are a lot of modern amenities the gods have in LO that make no sense for them as gods so I'll be attempting to rectify that by giving all the elements of LO's modern setting some more purpose. Not just in how Olympus and the Underworld and the Mortal Realm are designed, but also in the every day technology they use (like cars and phones).

Demeter's characterization is going to be completely redone. I feel I owe that much to her after what Rachel has done to her lmao

Minthe will be handled a little bit differently. She'll still be Hades' on-again-off-again partner at the start of Rekindled, but she'll be playing a slightly different role in the narrative as a whole.

Zeus and Hera will be a bit less of a focus, though I'll try to cover it when I can. Zeus will be a confidant foil to Hades whereas Hera will be a confidant foil to Persephone.

EDIT: Poseidon will no longer just be a comic relief character. We WILL be seeing the realm of the Sea in Rekindled :' )

That's a lot, but still not even the tip of the iceberg with how much stuff I have planned ;3 Hope that satisfies y'all for now!

#lore rekindled #lore olympus au #ama #ask me anything

[thevindicativevordan]

Are you happy with PKJ taking the reings on Hulk? I think he will become your favorite writer ever.

Anonymous asked:

Holy Hell, PKJ on Hulk !

Anonymous asked:

Thoughts on PKJ getting to write Hulk?

Short of Hickman himself taking over, I could not be more excited.

My favorite Marvel character getting the guy who has written some of my favorite Superman stories, and an artist who is fantastic, has me grinning from ear to ear. Didn't see it coming but hell yeah I'll be there Day 1 for this team. Cates did PKJ a huge favor by being the one to try and follow up Ewing. Now PKJ just has to do a better job than Cates did, rather than try and live up to one of the greatest Hulk/Marvel in general runs of all time. We're going back to horror, but the use of "Incredible" instead of "Immortal" likely signals that it will be a different kind of horror than what Ewing did.

Hope for me is that where Ewing's run was ultimately inwardly focused - the OBA was connected to gamma the source of Hulk's power, Bruce and his alter egos interactions was given lots of focus, the Leader attacked Hulk mentally rather than physically - PKJ's run will be more outwardly focused. By that I mean I hope the new monsters and gods won't only be gamma based, I'm eager to see more of Hulk's non-gamma foes appear and given revamps, and I'd like to see PKJ's worldbuilding applied to Hulk in a way that isn't just rehashing what Ewing did. But if he does want to expand on Ewing's Gamma Mythos, I'm open to seeing him try. Over in The Warworld Saga he didn't shy away from connecting Superman and Moses, Ewing's injection of religion and myth into Hulk would be right up PKJ's alley. And the one gamma Hulk foe I do want to see return and get used here is Abomination. Ewing didn't use him in the main Immortal book, with his usage of Abomination over in Gamma Force being pretty bog standard, and Abomination is the most prominent Hulk foe who desperately needs to be reestablished as a formidable opponent. Dig into Abomination and explore what makes him great beyond being a mere physical match for Hulk, just like what PKJ did with Mongul and Superman.

Book will probably start off with just Bruce as the focus, but I expect that PKJ will bring in Betty (will he follow up on Ewing's unresolved plot thread of Betty wanting to talk to Bruce about something?), Skaar, maybe Rick Jones too before long. Betty and Skaar are my main wants, give me the Hulk Family together as the broken mirror to what PKJ is trying to do over in Action Comics with the Superfamily. Speaking of that, man is living my dream, getting to write my two favorite characters at the same time! I obviously see a ton of similarities between Superman and Hulk, despite Hulk more than anyone else being Superman's true antithesis, and I'm eager to find out how PKJ's approach to Hulk differs from his approach to Supes. Obviously it's a topic I've thought a lot about, maybe PKJ has some thoughts on the subject too. There's an opportunity here for PKJ to explore the struggles and trials of a healthy emotionally supportive man and his family in Superman vs. the totally dysfunctional man and his family in Hulk.

#hulk #phillip kennedy johnson #nic klein

[littlesparklight]

the new rr book with gany (chalice of the gods) makes me excited but nervous bc i feel like gany might be reduced to a victim (i know kidnapping is bad so its not wrong but i dont think he was kept there by force by a god of justice) and that zeus will be villainzed even more

Ahahahaaaa

oh anon

I am DREADING it (and I'm not even going to read it!). I do not need that man to touch my darling baby boy ok

Mostly for the reasons you've touched on in general but also because of what I know of Riordan's Zeus - it's like, how can it be anything but negative, unless SOMEHOW Zeus is magically much better with Ganymede no matter how things started, or Ganymede's orientation has nothing to do with any potential relationship with Zeus and Riordan might have gone for the not obviously sexual/romantic Iliad version (lol as if), etc and so on.

It's just - yes, of course kidnapping is bad (but as I've touched on elsewhere, Ganymede would be getting kidnapped regardless of what Zeus is personally feeling for his future cupbearer), but compared to say, Hera, who (should still be portrayed as having) has power vis a vis Zeus, if only by being a goddess, Ganymede does not. And interpretations that take the most negative sort turn with Ganymede and Zeus are deeply fucking depressing and awful in a way beyond just the initial situation!

And that's not what we see in what little we do see in myths/stories where Ganymede makes an appearance, if only in passing. I don't really think any conversation about the real life sort of "relationship" Ganymede and Zeus' mythical relationship is modeling has any place in the myth, because the myth is a myth and it's definitely portrayed in an ideal sort of way. Introducing a modern interpretation on and understanding of it won't really do much of anything, in my opinion.

So, back to the Chalice of the Gods. Considering how Riordan portrays his gods, I have negative zero expectation that Ganymede and his story will be treated in any good way at all, to be absolutely frank.

This is the next most terrifying curse to be struck with next to that post about hoping someone gets their favourite myth retold by Madeline Miller

#asks #greek myth thoughts #I live in fear anon

[walkingwiththegods1]

Pagan Misconceptions Clarified: Why Hades, is NOT "The Evil Deity of The Underworld, that enjoy taking Human's Lifes; anytime he wants!"

   When I saw, Disney's Hercules; for the first time; I was so excited to see that movie, 'cause I was a big fan of Greco-Roman Mythology, since I readed about Deities in an old Dictionary; when a was a Preschooler, UNTIL... I saw that, in that movie; Hades appears as, "The Ultimate Bad Guy"; which... Made me, cringe. (I didn't knew, I will become a Pagan; eight years later.)

   Now... Hades, is not an Evil being: That's a product of centuries of Christianization, where all The Deities of The Antiquity; were vily attacked, before starting an sinyster campaign against Temples and Places of Cults; of all The Deities. (And... Against their Followers, too!) Today, I'm going to put all the facts about Hades; that shown, how he have been unfairly treated; and, about all... That he is not, a Malevolent and Heartless being; that could be, "The Greco-Roman's Devil"; if you like...  

   In Christian's Theology, specially; in The New Testament, Hades's Place; is parallel to the hebrew word, Sheol; (That means, "Grave"; or... "Well of Dirt"), which is the name to the home of The Deads; and Tartarus, is where the concept of the Christian Hell; came from: A place of torment and suffering for the wicked, which has evolved through the centuries; to our days, where the vast mayority of people, think of the Realm of Hades; as an horrible and diabolic place, and assigning that sames characteristics; to The God of the same name. (That's the reason behind all those unfortunate representations, of The Deity of The Underworld; from Comics and Animations, till TV Shows; Movies, and... Less not forget the general opinion of people, telling that he is evil; only for the place, that he recieved to rule; and... Specially, the work he does!)

   In brief, Why Hades, is NOT "The Evil Deity of The Underworld, that enjoy taking Human's Lifes; anytime he wants!":

Hades, was accidentally choose to be... "The God of The Underworld"

Hades, is in general lines... A God that is only doing his job, very well!

Hades, appears in the myths... helping to Heroes!  And,

Hades... Doesn't make Persephone his wife, AGAINST HER WILL. (Thank you, very much!)  

1. Hades, was accidentally choose to be... "The God of The Underworld": Hades, was one of the first kids borned; from Chronus and Rhea. Like happened with his siblings, after him; he was devoured by his father, to avoid been overthrowned by his own kids; according to a prophecy, by Gaia; The Goddess of The Earth. (All the others siblings of Hades, except for Zeus... Shared the same horrible fate: But, they were still alive and growing; inside their father's belly, 'cause Gods are immortal.)  Zeus, as an adult; forces to Chronus to disgorge to his siblings, and eventually; defeated him. After the battle, Zeus drew lots with Poseidon and Hades; for the realms to rule. Zeus, received The Sky; Poseidon, The Seas; and Hades... Received, The Underworld. Despite that Hades, fought with great ferocity and bravery; during The Titanomachy, and could have complained for been choose to that role, he accepted; even... When he was unhappy, with this position.

2. Hades, is in general lines...  A God that is only doing his job, very well!: Hades, took his work with solemnity; since that day, when he was appointed; as "The God of The Underworld, Of The Deads; and... Of the Subterranean's Riches, and Of anything; that is underneath the soil." In Ancient Times, he was represented with a more altruistic and passive nature; as and only interested, in keeping the relative balance between Life and Death; and also, as cold and stern; helding all of his subjects equally accountable to his laws. (Also, he rarely left his Kingdom; and was almost always uninterested, in what happen in the world above his realm: His principal attention, was be sure that; none of his subjects ever left The Underworld, ones they arrived; there.)

   Sisyphus and Pirithous, were the only IDIOTS... (Excuse me, for that outburst) ...That winned, the Fury of Hades!

   Sisyphus, cheated Death; twice: The first time, he cheated to Thanatos; so he chained himself, with the chains that were to tie to Sisyphus; in Tartarus. Ares, (Bored to see that his opponents, doesn't die; then...) freed Thanatos, 'cause nobody will die; while Thanatos were chained; and turned Sisyphus; over to him. In the second time, before he died; he told to his wife, Merope; not to perform any funeral rites, so a time later; Hades gives him permission, to return to the world of the living; to punish his wife, making him promise; that he will return, after that. Sisyphus... Returned years later, when he died of old age: Hades, punished Sisiphus; making him roll a boulder up a hill in The Underworld, but; everytime he was near of reaching the top; the boulder will roll down to the basis, and he has to back to do the hopeless chore; again. (Even, after Sisyphus was very old and blind; he must endure his penalty: The perfect punisment, to the one that believe himself; more clever, than The Gods!)  

   Pirithous, was other; than, "Should have known, better..."  

   Pirithous, was friend of Theseus; and when his own wife died, he goes to visit to his old friend; Theseus, only to find out; that Theseus losed his wife too, not long ago. So, they decided to kidnapped Zeus's Daughters; for themselves: Theseus, pick Helen of Troy; when she was still a child, to marry her; when she were old enough. Pirithous, kidnapped Helen; and, by exchange; asked to his friend, to kidnap for him too; no other than, Persephone... Who is The Queen of The Underworld, and Hades's Wife! Nonetheless, despite the sacrilegious idea; Theseus goes with his friend, to travel to The Underworld, 'cause he promised to his friend; that he will help him.

   When they arrived, Hades gaves them an banquet; (aware of the terrible intentions of his guests) he have them sit down; and, when they tried to get up; to continue with their terrible plan... They couldn't: He chained them, to "The Chairs of Forgetfullness"; then, The Furies appeared; and for many months in half-darkness, they were mourning and crying out; for their own luck, and each other's luck. Until... Heracles, who had come to The Underworld; for his 12 task, arrives! They pleaded to Heracles, to being freed; and Heracles, free first to Theseus, but... When he tried to freed Pirithous, the earth shakes violently; so, he decided that Pirithous couldn't be rescued; and should stay there, to pay for his crime. (...And stupidity, too!)  

3. Hades, appears in the myths... Helping to Heroes!: Hades, allowed to Hercules; to take out to Cerberus, (The three-headed dog, Guardian of The Deads) for a while; under the condition to returned it, totally unharmed.

   When Orpheus, sang in from Hades and Persephone; he felt pity for Orpheus, and cried an iron tear; then allowed Orpheus to take his wife, Eurydice; back to the world of The Living, but warned him to not look back; until he was completely out of The Underworld, or he will lost her forever. (Sadly, Orpheus didn't take that advice; seriously...)

   And... Less not forget that, when Perseus didn't know how to defeat Medusa; Hades loaned him his Helm, that turn invisible to anyone that use it!

4. Hades... Doesn't make Persephone his wife, AGAINST HER WILL: Once and again, people say; that Hades, kidnapped Persephone; and make her his wife; trickering her in eating food of The Underworld, tying her forever to his realm... And, to him! The thing is, that in other myths; Persephone, in the time she remained kidnapped; ended falling in love of Hades, (For surprising that may sounds, for the vast mayority of people) and, she ate a few pomegranates's seeds; by her own will, so her mother; Demeter, doesn't have another choice, that accepts that her daughter, wanted to remain in The Underworld... And, stay with Hades. In fact, Hades make an agreement with Demeter; that her daugther, Persephone; could visited her mother, instead of never back to see her daughter; again.

   Less elaborate this a little bit, Okay?

   In Ancient Greece, women doesn't have a choice about who she wants to marry; and men, back then... Don't care a lot, if the girl/woman; loves them back, or not: The thing is, that the whole; "X God, forces a Goddess/Mortal; to do something against her will..." Is just a justificaction of the men, that wrote down about this; and other myths, to treats women as property; and, as a 2nd class citizens. (The Gods, respect Free Will; and those stories, saying the contrary... Are inventions of men, than wrote them back then for their own gaining; and justified their own ill behaviour, against girls/women.)

   In general lines?!... The whole, "Persephone's Abduction, and..." ...Don't believe it 100%, Okay?!

    If you still believe, that Hades; is Evil... Maybe, is because of a lifetime of Christian teachings; than said, that he is Evil. Or... Maybe, you need to read calmly to the myths where he appears; to drawn you own conclusions. Or, maybe... You percieves him as Evil, 'cause your haven't accept your own mortality; which means, that you need to work in this; to embrace that part of being human, and live lightly without fear; for the rest of your life, so in that way... You only will see to Hades, like a Deity that keeps our world free of seeing ghosts and malevolents spirits; scaring and attacking to The Living, for no having a place to been kept captive; or where to rest; everyday: Every Deity, has a place in this great scheme; called Life... Remember that, always!  

    Have all of you, a Happy and Long Life; under The Sun... So Be It!

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[meralynblackwood]

We are pleased to announce the arrival of { LADY MERALYN BLACKWOOD } of { HOUSE BLACKWOOD } to King’s Landing! The { TWENTY-FIVE } year-old { CISGENDER WOMAN } is whispered to be { JEALOUS & VAIN } but in reality they are { CHARISMATIC AND OPEN-MINDED }. They are also said to resemble { DOMINIQUE DEVENPORT }They are { NEUTRAL } a new treaty of peace and unity between House Targaryen and House Stark. Things, however, are not always quite what they seem, are they?

written for godsandmonstersrpg by mini (27, she/her/hers, est) pinterest

Demographics

Name: Meralyn Blackwood (pronounced:  meh-ruh-lin) 

Nickname/Alias: Called Merry by loved ones.

Age: 25

Place of Birth: Raventree Hall 

Sex/Gender: Cisgendered female 

Sexuality: Heterosexual  

Physical Appearance

FC: Dominique Devenport (as she appears in Sisi)

Eye color: Brown 

Skin color: White

Hair color and Style: Warm brown, long, parted down the middle, curly. 

Height: 172 cm/5’6”

Body type: Slender, body type leans romantic — more rounded edges than sharp angles. Not generously curved, but soft in shape. 

Fitness level: Moderately active, enjoys horseback riding and light swimming.

Tattoos: N/A

Scars/Birthmarks: No notable scars/birthmarks. 

Notable features: Her hair is easily her most notable feature. It has scarcely been cut in life, and falls heavily to about her upper thighs. She considers her eyes to be too large for her face.

Disabilities: N/A

Fashion style: Prefers to dress well. Somewhat reluctant to wear the black colors of her House, at least as a solid gown, as she thinks it makes her look like a grieving widow. Prefers whites and reds and pretty embroidery. When indulgent, she enjoys pretty gowns in southern styles with Qartheen silk and Myrish lace. When attending events or otherwise intending to impress, her hair is typically gathered in thick ropes of braids and arranged carefully on her head. 

Accessories: She enjoys necklaces and other little trinkets, and notably owns a silver necklace depicting the dead weirwood tree features on the Blackwood sigil. 

Cleanliness/Grooming: She is regimented in her hygiene, and in particular takes great care in washing and combing her hair. 

Posture/Gait: Healthy posture. Conscious of how she holds herself, strives to be graceful. 

Coordination (or lack thereof): Regarded as clumsy as a child, she has put effort into undoing this as an adult. She is practiced and careful in her movements, but if given to excitement can become ungainly. 

Weaknesses: When she was a girl, she fell from a horse and broke a bone in her left ankle. The bone was well-set by a Maester and healed, but can turn sore before particularly stormy weather.

Psychological Traits

Personality type: ENFP-T, The Campaigner 

Enthusiastic, creative, sociable free spirit. Extraverted, intuitive, valuing emotional expression and sensitivity. More turbulent than assertive; self-conscious and sensitive to stress. Tends to feel an urgency in their emotions. 

Personality traits: 

Positive: Imaginative, open-minded and open-hearted, curious, forgiving.

Negative: Covetous, distractible, emotional, conformist, impatient. 

Temperament: Sanguine

Characterized by a cheerful disposition and lively energy. Charismatic and warm-hearted. Can have difficulty maintaining focus, staying organized, and following through on tasks. 

Mannerisms: Humming, the tendency to laugh to fill uncomfortable silences. 

Educational background: Provided with the typical education afforded to a highborn girl. Well-taught in womanly pursuits and household management. Enjoys books of stories and myths as compared to histories. 

Religious background: Raised to keep the Old Gods. Not particularly devout in her practices, but a firm believer nonetheless. 

Intelligence: She is no renowned scholar, but she is logical and a strong reader/writer. She has strong social intelligence and a knack for remembering names and faces. Poor at arithmetic. 

Self-esteem: Overall good. She is prone to some self-doubts, see regrets. 

Hobbies: Horseback riding, hawking, playing with her nieces and nephews. She likes to play cyvasse, but she is not an exceptionally good player, and is a sore loser. 

Skills/talents: Talented at playing the high harp (do not ask her to sing). Above-average embroidery/sewing work. Fancies herself an archer, but for as much as she practices at it, she doesn’t have a natural talent for it. 

Favorites: 

Foods and Drinks: Apple cake and honey cake, berries, venison, hippocras (though she thinks Arbor Gold sounds more dignified, and will claim it as her favorite).

People and Animals: Family, pets (see below)

Events: Tourneys, feasts, and weddings.

Songs: The Bear and the Maiden Fair, Six Maids in a Pool, Seasons of My Love

Morals/Virtues: Honesty, compassion, loyalty, courageousness.

Phobias/Fears: Snakes, drowning, loss of loved ones, sickness. 

Angered by: Not having her way, tripping over her own words, feeling unclean/unkempt. 

Habits: Offers unnecessary details, smiles frequently, touches hair often, can interrupt others while talking, plays with jewelry (rings/necklaces). 

Desires: Marriage & family. No strong political aspirations, but she would like to make a good marriage for herself. Advancement of her family’s interests. 

Flaws: Gossipy, vain, prone to jealousy.  

Secrets: TBD

Regrets: Some survivor’s guilt related to the death of her sister. 

Communication

Languages known: Common Tongue

Accent: Riverlander 

Style and pacing of speech: She strives for a gentle, soft-spoken, well-paced tone. When she is worked up, she has a tendency to speak faster and can become breathless with a rush of words.

Pitch: Animated and honeyed.

Laughter: Delicate when purposeful, loud when truthful.

Smile: She smiles often and easily, and thinks it calls attention to her apple cheeks, which she thinks are one of her fairer features. Close-mouthed smile when in polite company, wide and toothy when in the presence of friends and family. 

Use of gestures: Her Septa largely rid her of a childlike behavior to talk with her hands, but she occasionally can fall back on it. 

Strengths, Weaknesses, and Abilities

Physical strengths: Relatively healthy. Strong core strength/lower body strength, attributed mostly to frequent horseback riding. 

Physical weaknesses: Not particularly strong upper body strength.

Intellectual strengths: Strong literacy and comprehension skills, good organizational skills (if somewhat troubled in timeliness/execution).

Intellectual weaknesses: Not much of a politician. Somewhat tractable. Distractible.

Interpersonal strengths: Empathetic and observant, has a knack for remembering names, faces, and small, key details. 

Interpersonal weaknesses: Can struggle with boundaries and people-pleasing. 

Physical abilities: Average

Magical abilities: N/A

Physical illnesses/conditions: Born slightly earlier than expected, she was a sickly child and spent a large portion of her early childhood in her own bedchambers. This childhood spent largely confined to indoors is what allowed her to foster many of the loves she has today — such as playing the harp, enjoying embroidery, and having a fondness for stories. Still moderately susceptible to colds and illness as an adult. The Maester at Raventree Hall has made some overtures of her fitness to successfully carry and deliver a child as a woman of somewhat delicate health, she does not pay him any heed on that account. She fell ill with the same sickness that stole her sister Jeyne, but managed to overcome it. She struggles with some feelings of guilt related to her survival and her sister’s demise. She subscribes to a few remedies/wellness routines in her adulthood — she drinks an unpleasant herbal tea each morning and evening per Maester guidance, has some past experience with bloodletting, and believes very much in cold water as immune-boosting. She likes an early morning swim or the occasional cold bath. 

Mental illnesses/conditions: N/A

Relationships

Parents: The late ruling Lord Bryden Blackwood and Lady Alyn Blackwood

Siblings: Abraxas Blackwood (38, brother) and Jeyne Blackwood (deceased, sister)

Details: TBD

Nieces & Nephews: Shiera (4, niece), Helaena (2, niece), Robb (10, nephew), Lucas (7, nephew), and Edmund (5, nephew) 

Details: TBD

Extended family: TBD

Pets: Florian (bay-colored courser, 10 years old) and River (hound, 7 years old)

Details: Florian was gifted to her as a yearling for her sixteenth name-day. Merry prefers to not go a day without a brisk ride atop Florian, and is indulgent in her treatment of the gelding. River was the runt of a litter of hunting dogs and was taken on as a project by Merry after she was told the pup would likely die. The dog has since grown hale and hearty and exists as an oversized lap dog, fed almost exclusively by hand (and subsisting almost entirely on table scraps). 

Partner(s)/Significant other(s): TBD

Lover(s): TBD

Children: TBD

Friends: TBD

Rivals: TBD

Enemies: TBD

Character Growth

Character comparisons/archetype: Georgiana Cavendish, Duchess of Devonshire, is somewhat of an inspiration. This quote by Lady Charlotte Bury, speaking of Georgiana, is relevant: “when some individual came to her in pecuniary distress, she would always relieve him or her, and leave her own difficulties unprovided for. Oftentimes she was wrong in doing so…One must be just before one is generous. But it is impossible not to be charmed by the kindly impulse which made her, without a moment’s hesitating, shield another from distress.” Another quote on Georgiana by the artist Mary Delany: “she was so agreeable, so obliging in her manner, that I am quite in love with her. I can’t tell you the civil things she said, and really they deserve a better name, which is kindness embellished by politeness. I hope she will illumine and reform her contemporaries!” On a more lighthearted/silly note, I think Elle Fanning’s Catherine the Great has some comparisons — notably the scene in season 1 where she very excitedly (and very incorrectly) describes what she thinks losing her virginity will be like (link for silly reference). I wouldn’t say she’s very much like young Sansa, but she certainly has some of the overtures of being romantically-inclined and having idealized views of chivalry and love. 

Core values: Family, personal growth and happiness, love, respect.

Internal conflicts: Shifting role in family dynamic, future aspirations versus current obligations.

External conflicts: TBD

Goals: Marriage and children, the advancement of House Blackwood’s interests. 

Significant events/plot points: TBD

Wanted connections:

PLATONIC

Extended family - I LOVE family connections so much, happy to plot out anything and everything there!

Friends - I imagine Merry as the sort to have very deep, devoted friendships. I can see her as an admirer of powerful women. I’d love to explore some relationships she might have with other ladies of the realm. Maybe some characters to tease out a little politicker in her, and get her more in the game.

Frienemies - Building on the above, and playing into the people-pleaser/tractable/bad boundaries traits, I can imagine Merry as susceptible to friendships with ladies that have ulterior motives. Male characters can also feel free to hop on the manipulation train. (: 

ROMANTIC

Infatuation - I see Merry as very romantically-minded and eager to fall in love. I think it could be fun to explore an infatuation, and possibly even an unrequited love.

Lover(s) - Impatience for marriage might lead to poor but fun decisions. This can also be an EX-lover for some extra drama. 

Betrothed - Self-explanatory! I do not have preferences at this time for the nature of the betrothal — if it is a marriage of convenience or a love match or anything in between!

#history #merry — headcanon

[or-something-better]

October 12, 2022

Nightly RP       Guardian’s Part one by Charlie

Patience

visiting with Ellen and Henry at Ellen's bar

Ellen

Hey you two. What do you want?? Oh Henry I have a cookie dough milkshake.. wanna try it?

Henry

It's nice we can spend some time together.  sits on a stool and starts swinging my legs ooo yes please

Patience

Not bad. So Ellen I've been want to learn about tarot cards and runs any ideas?

Henry

I understand how overwhelming it can be. I'm thankful for my family helping me with my abilities.

Ellen

Coming up. Patience you have to have one too. I chuckle well pay that's great! Maybe might have something in my office we can take look. Cmon heads to my office with the 2

Alex

Walking into to roadhouse yo yo yo yo Ellen bear bear here where are you?

Patience

following Ellen to her office. Sure thanks Ellen I accept the shake

Ellen

what the hell bbeeeeaarr were back in my ooofffice.. come in heeerrrree I yell to her

Alex

Smiles went and came in Ellen office and I sat down and accidentally knock it over photos crap sorry Ellen

Ellen

watches my family photo fall bending down to clean up the mess bear that's ok. Just needs a ow cleaning up the glass I see a little blood on one of the pieces and a little on my finger. I stick my finger in my mouth and suck it off. Like most humans would new frame. See no damage done. smiles at bear Ahh.. what a great daddy he was. holding the picture

Crowley

I sit at one of the tables in the library eyeing Meg intently while tediously continuing to play Checkers of all things with Meg. My head jerks up and my back stiffens as I get a feeling. Just a feeling of something very promising

Meg

Seeing crowley sitting upright suddenly is there a camera somewhere crow? Posing again? seeing him make no remark seriously crowley, what's wrong?

Crowley

Something I've been looking for. I've been tracking it for years, decades even. Long before the Plaid wrapped nightmares stepped on the scene. I never thought I'd find it, started thinking I'd found one thing that really was only a myth.

Meg

Shaking my head, very skeptical are you sure you didn't hit your head on something?

Crowley

I shake my head exasperated No Meg, this is something I......We need.

Meg

What are you talking about? I think you better give me a little more info if you want my help!

Crowley

I've been seeking out a map. One that God....well Chuck left behind that pinpoints specific locations of power. At each location it's said an item is located. When united together, the holder would have untold power at their fingertips. It would make a Hand of God look like parlor tricks.

Meg

showing nothing on my face, but damn near giddy with excitement really? Alright what do you need me to do?

Crowley

I smirk at having roped Meg into helping, before holding a finger up Easy tiger, we're going to need a little more help for this kind of job. A have a, we'll call her a special friend that's perfect for the job. I snap my fingers and make @Bela SPN appear

Bela

I appear in front of Crowley looking around UGH I was busy what the hell do you want?

Crowley

I pick up my drink and lean back in my chair, a teasing grin crossing my face. Well darling, I'd like to make a deal.

Ellen

done cleaning up the glass I put the picture on my desk so hows the milkshake guys??

Sam

I lean down to open the door of the bar and then give it a kick with my foot, slipping inside with my arm load of pizzas. Hey guys! I brought the pizzas… and yes, before anyone asks, I did get one with ham and pineapple… although I still think it’s an abomination.

Patience

OMG they're fantastic

Henry

Food?! lights up and runs to Sam

Patience

Oh yum jump like a little girl

Sam

Hey Henry, here Hands him two of the pizza boxes

Ellen

closing the office door behind me ooo pizza! joining the others where the pineapple??

Sam

I think Henry's got that one Sets mine down on the bar

Henry

Hi  takes the boxes and sets them down before grabbing 2

Alex

Ooo pizza! Yummy! Stand up and walk over to Sam

Ellen

the smell of pizza floating around here mmmmmm

Mrs butters

is calling Sam

Sam

My phone rings and I pull it out, surprised to see that the call if from Mrs. Butters. Hey, Mrs Butters. Everything alright?

Charlie

Samuel… static the alarms are going crazy…. static

Sam

Wait.. the alarms? Do you know where? I’m here at the Bar with everyone else.

Mrs butters

It’s right static there… static it’s big Samuel…. static it’s right there!! the line goes dead

Sam

I hear her last words and the phone goes dead Mrs Butters? I know that this can not be good.

Patience

seeing the look on Sam's face yep don't need a vision to see that something is wrong

Sam

Not sure what’s really happening, Mrs Butters didn’t really get a chance to tell me before the line went dead.

Henry

I have my gear. Do we know what's coming?

Ellen

grabs my shotgun from under the bar

Patience

grabbing my bag

Sam

All I do know is that alarms are going off and she thinks it might be from here.

Alex

Shit! goddamn it we need to be ready for any Pull out my Angel blade

Bela

I narrow my eyes at Crowley yeah what the hell kind of deal now? We see where your last deal got me.... Looking down at my disheveled body kinda forgot to follow through a little didn't you?

Meg

taking in Bellas appearance with a sly grin looks like you are where you belong, skank.

Crowley

Shh! Zip It! I snarkily silence Meg, punctuated by a dark stare. With a 180 charming smile, I stand and pout Bela a drink. And what if I said I could reverse that?

Bela

send an evil glare your way not very trusting at this point with how well things went before reverse it how? And hesitant to al what ...do I have to do this time?

Crowley

I chuckle, seeing that feisty spirit returning When you were alive, you had a special set of skills. Pausing for a moment, a slight smirk crosses my face You also were particularly good at gathering hard to acquire artifacts.

Bela

smiles a bit bigger damn straight and hella good at it too.

Meg

Rolling my eyes at Bela

Bela

Don't roll you eyes at me wench ... Quite rude you know

Crowley

Hmm, exactly. I slide the drink towards Bela. That's exactly why you were chosen. You were quite good at your job, I'd venture to even say the best. I NEED the best on this Bela. Can't you do this little favor for a dear friend. After all, I'll make it worth your while.

Bela

And exactly what deal are you proposing? What's in it for me?

Crowley

Oh, it's nothing big. You wont have to even do much research as I'm quite certain I know the location. I shrug a little and take Bela's drink for myself. I's a map, not far from here. At the Roadhouse.

Bela

The roadhouse??? Are you a damn idiot??? That's a suicide mission if I go there!!! Hunters are always in and out of that place!

Meg

looking at bela I guess it's a good thing that you are already dead, huh sweetheart? grinning like a fool, dreaming of bela being killed, her body laid out on the bar

Bela

Bitch please.... You've clearly been there a time or two... To become a damn demon yourself which really makes you no better!

Crowley

Now before you rush into saying no, you haven't heard what I'm offering. I leisurely pull my phone from inside my coat and mess around on it before finding the file I want and show her a video Are you sure you don't want your soul back?

Bela

Oh the soul you were supposed to save before when you failed to get me out of my contract? You sure you will follow through this time?

Crowley

What are the kids saying today? Hmm. Fuck around and find out?

Bela

I mean... Not sure I trust you and I most definitely don't trust HER,  but.... I'll help.... I just need to get cleaned up first

Sam

Finishing up the devil’s trap I’ve drawn on the floor at the bar entrance, I pull a mat over and hide it. Getting up, I look around and it seems like we’ve done all that we can to secure the place.

Sam

Henry do you have enough salt?

Patience

salting some of the doorways and helping with devil's traps

Henry

finishes up the window I think so but I don't see anything yet Sam

Ellen

just getting done salting the last window

Alex

Agree!

Ellen

Well, Mrs Butters isn't one to lie about this stuff.

Sam

You’re right, Ellen. Mrs Butters has always been absolutely correct in the past when something’s set off the Bunker alarm system.

Alex

Wonder maybe the wiring is just old? And caused it to short out because it is awfully quiet for any sort of alarm going off

Sam

I think we just need to keep our guard up and be ready for anything Alex, it’s when we don’t... that it comes back to bite us in the ass.

Ellen

nodding in agreement well I still need to open the bar..

Patience

with a worried and shaken look on my face I agree it's best not to set off any red flags

Henry

walks over to flip the sign

Ellen

start wiping the bar down

Alex

Nod yes sir

Bela

after getting cleaned up already I'm ready to be topside again let's go!

Crowley

I grin, having perched myself on top of the map table while she was gone. There's the enthusiasm! Now Meg, You're going to be taking Bela here on her little field trip. Make sure the slippery viper doesn't go rouge or get any idea's about double crossing a King.

Meg

annoyance flashes across my face You're joking!!? I'm not babysitting her! glaring at Bela

Bela

Baby?? I'm not a damn baby... Who the hell says I need you to watch over me??? Hearing Crowley also I turn to him and double crossing? I held my end last time remember unlike you

Meg

How would you get into the bar? pointing at myself me! He says you need me too! pointing at Crowley

Meg

How would you get out?!?

Bela

Get me topside... I can get in the bar and out just fine

Meg

Yea, well see!

Bela

I'm not a demon so there's that

Crowley

SHUT! IT! Ladies, you're both pretty so can you just stop acting like two dock hussies fighting over a rich client for long enough to complete the task I've provided you both. Yes? I don't wait for an answer Good. Now! I turn and look over at Bela You, Darling have a lot at stake here so how about you Stop making me consider the lovely carrot I'm dangling.

Bela

One look at you and they will totally go apeshit ...

Meg

Smirking

Crowley

I chuckle darkly Meg, how about you stop looking so smug over there. I can change your pretty little rank Whenever I want too.

Bela

Tell her to stop being such a wench .. I may have a lot at stake but have before and you were the one who caused me to end up here ... You know damn well I can also hold my own

Meg

smirk disappears

Bela

Now if you don't mind let's go already

Meg

touching Bela as little as possible, I take us to the bar

Charlie

coming from the office a crash can be heard, and breaking glasses from forgotten milkshakes, and splintering wood as the desk breaks into pieces, a bright glowing figure appears in the office from the broken frame on the desk

Patience

grabbing my head from the pain of what feels like a knife in brain

Henry

grabs my head with a shout and falls to my head. Feeling a sharp stabbing pain

Sam

I hear the crashing sounds and see Henry and Patience react as if in pain. Jumping up, I run for the office.

Ellen

hearing a noise from my office Sam and I run to the office

Meg

arriving outside the bar

Charlie

a bright light shines from one of the back windows of the roadhouse

Bela

appear outside the bar Looks like we are right on time perfect distraction starts walking inside

Meg

seeing the bright light, I grab Bela, stopping her short wait, that's not normal, I'm getting crowley.

Bela

rolls my eyes why? It would be the perfect time ..

Meg

Crowley. Get over here quick! Somethings not right

Crowley

I appear, spitting mad You've got to be BLOODY kidding me! I sent you to do one thing. Just One! Not even gone ten minutes and you're alre- My words die out as I turn, planning to continue yelling only to see the bright, blinding light coming from the Roadhouse. It's her.

Meg

confused

Bela

What do you mean her? Who's her? Looking confused you said I was after a damn map you imbecile!

Crowley

Shh, Shh. The task has changed. Those fools have awoken her. I straighten my jacket standing tall. No matter. We shall simply win her favor instead.

Appa

….floating above the mess I’ve made I look wide eyed around the room…. Something was different

Ellen

getting to office with Sam were met by a tiny, fierce little woman Who the hell are you? raise my shotgun and point it at her how did you get in here?

Patience

still screaming from what feels like a knife stabbing me in the brain AHHHHHH!!!!

Appa

….seeing the gun I feel threatened, waving my hand I send the gun and the woman wielding it flying backwards

Ellen

hitting the wall after being thrown

Sam

Holding up my hands Whoa... okay... I'm Sam and I’m not here to hurt you. Look, we just want to know who you are, and I need to ask you to stop hurting my friends.

Henry

screams and now in the fetal position

Appa

….starting to dim I am appa, one of the main guardians for god. I hold secrets to the universe… eyes wide are you an angel? I will not be threatened into helping ….

Crowley

I blast the door open and stride in flanked by Bela and Meg

Bela

barge through the door of the bar

Meg

following, I fling henry, Alex and patience against the wall got these three.

Patience

thrown against the wall by Meg

Alex

Gasp groan

Henry

Can I ever catch a break hits the wall

Patience

thinking what the fuck is going on I agree

Bela

head behind the bar looking for the others and this "her" Crowley spoke of

Alex

They’ll get out of this some how! Glare at meg

Crowley

I head inside, striding behind the bar, glancing back at the trio Now Meg. Be nice to Henry. With a smirk to the other two I continue my journey to find Her

Sam

I can hear footsteps coming and tense, afraid another shoe is going to drop

Ellen

hearing footsteps coming I quickly get up off the ground and point gun at the door instead

Bela

I pop around the corner waving with a smile HEY! How goes it? Though maybe I could be of some help looking at the "her" Crowley spoke of nice time to see ya again Sam!

Sam

I’m shocked to see who it is.  Really? Bela… I don’t think we need the kind of help you’re bringing.

Ellen

And who the hell just might you be?

Bela

Awwww Sammy, I'm a bit offended... We work so well together

Sam

Ellen, She’s nothing but a petty thief who trades in magical and rare objects... no matter who gets hurt. Isn't that right Bela?

Bela

Mmm well I mean... You weren't complaining when I stole the rabbits foot from you saving your ass...

Ellen

listening to the 2 argue

Crowley

I follow in the direction Bela had gone, giving her some time for recon. After all. I hired Her so she should be doing the work

Crowley

Listening to arguing, I roll my eyes and enter into the room Hello Darlings.

Ellen

turning my gun on crowley I've got demon trap bullets loaded today, so test me Crowley

Crowley

I scoff You really think I'm going to fall for THAT old bluff? I raise my hand, lifting Ellen as I do. Twisting my wrist, I move my hand into a choking position Oh Ellen, I thought you were smarter than that.

Sam

Crowley, Stop!

Appa

seeing Crowley my eyes go wide and I let out a piercing scream that shatters the window, and I fly through it out into the night

Sam

Pulling Ruby’s demon blade, I rush towards Crowley and pin him against the wall with the blade at his throat. I would just stay put if I were you, Crowley.

Ellen

falling to the floor and getting up as quickly as I can, I point my shotgun at bela again and what is it that you know about the creature that was just here? I say snarky,, demandingly

Bela

Oh....I'm soooo scared... Like I haven't had a gun pulled on me before or just come back from hell.... But.... That... Is new to me....

Crowley

I laugh right in Moose's face, before looking at Ellen and laughing even harder. With a sing song tone You may want to check on your friends first.

Ellen

I hit Bela in the stomach with the but of gun MOVE!!

Sam

Come on… Grabbing Crowley’s arm I twist it behind his back and march him out of the room, with the blade still biting into his throat.

Crowley

I grunt and roll my eyes Wow, so creative Moose. You've really stepped up your hostage game I see.

Bela

I double over in pain as I'm hit and step to the side then follow Crowley and Sam so rude you could have just asked nicely

Alex

HEEELLPPPP HELLLP

Patience

screaming for help Ellen help please

Henry

Help, please

Sam

Wrenching Crowley’s twisted arm even higher. I let the blade at his throat draw blood. You should know that I’ll break this arm without a thought, Crowley. Now CALL HER OFF!!

Crowley

I huff Blast it Moose, don't get your kickers in a twist. I jerk my head slightly towards Meg as instruction Let the kiddies down......Gently.

Alex

Change into Bear form

Meg

let's them go bear, I vanish

Bela

watching meg poof some demon.... I'm apparently more of demon as a human just coming back from hell than that traitor. What a coward....

Crowley

I watch Meg flee Bloody traitor. She'd on dungeon scrubbing duty for a decade after that.

Patience

falls to the floor

Sam

What the hell is going on?! Yelling above the rest

Ellen

I'm gonna call the bunker and see if the alarm stopped. I grab my cell and call, Charlie picks up phone hey Charlie. Did the alarm stop by chance? holding my gun on Bela

Henry

falls to the floor

Charlie

Hey Ellen, they have. Mrs butters has filled me in… something about an Appa…. She’s a guardian of something big… there are two others besides her…. They’ve been sealed for a long time… bill actually helped with the hunts I’ve learned…. Bring his journals to the bunker…. We’ve got work to do…..

Ellen

cursing at the news in disbelief hearing that my husband may have been involved in the past, I drop the phone and lower my weapon

To be continued…

……………………………….

1. Henry and Patience are visiting with Ellen at the roadhouse before opening hours. Ellen makes them drinks and shows them into her office. Patience is telling Ellen about how she’s been trying to learn the runes and tarot cards. Henry tells patience he understands how overwhelming it can all be, he was thankful for this family helping him with his abilities. Alex comes into the bar and calls out for Ellen from the main door. Ellen yells for her to come into the office so Alex joins them all, she goes to take a seat on the desk but when she does she knocks over a family photo of Ellen, Bill and Jo and immediately apologizes. Ellen tells her it is ok, and cleans up the glass as she talks about Bill, and what kind of daddy he was.

2. Crowley and Meg are playing a game of checkers when Crowley suddenly sits at attention. Meg makes fun of him but then asks what is wrong. Crowley says he’s been looking for years, since before the flannel clad nightmares and he hasn’t been able to find it. Meg, confused asks Crowley if he’s hit his head recently. Crowley shakes his head and tells Meg they need to get it. Meg still not understanding asks him to explain or she isn’t going anywhere. Crowley speaks of a map, it leads to several points of power placed by Chuck himself. If one could locate all the items from each location, they would obtain great power of their own. Meg gets excited about the idea and asks what she needs to do. Crowley says he may need the help of a special friend as well, snapping his fingers Bela appears. Bela asks Crowley what he wants and Crowley says he would like to make a deal.

3. Ellen has finished cleaning up the glass, and is talking with Henry, Patience and Alex when Sam comes into the bar and yells for the others, telling them he’s brought some pizza. The gang is excited for the food so they all head out to the bar and grab a slice. They’re all chatting and having a good time when Sam’s phone rings, mrs butters is calling to tell him the alarms are going off in the bunker, Sam asks where since he is with the team. Mrs butters says right there rather cryptically and the line goes dead. Patience sees the shocked look on Sam’s face and tells him she doesn’t need a vision to know something is up. Henry says he has his gear—what’s coming. Ellen just grabs her shotgun from behind the bar as Sam tells them he doesn’t know, mrs butters…

4. Bela just narrows her eyes at Crowley and reminds him her last deal with him sent her here as she looks down at her disheveled appearance. Meg snarks that it is right where she belongs. Crowley shushes her and asks Bela, what if he could reverse it? Bela, though still suspicious is listening now and asks what she would need to do. Crowley reminds her of her specialty, gathering artifacts and Bela smiles saying she was pretty damn good at it too. Meg rolls her eyes and Crowley smiles saying that’s exactly why she’s been chosen. Crowley butters her up a little and Bela asks what the deal is again. Crowley tells her about the map, and that he thinks the location is at the roadhouse. Bela tells him that’s a suicide mission, the place is always full of hunters. Meg just grins and says it is a good thing she’s already dead. Crowley says he will return her soul to her, should she agree. Bela thinks for just a moment and agrees, but says she will need to get cleaned up first.

5. Henry, Patience, Alex, Ellen and Sam are salting the entry points of the bar and drawing devils traps. Henry says he doesn’t see anything yet. Alex agrees and Ellen says mrs butters isn’t one to lie as far as she knows. Sam agrees, saying anytime the bunker alarms have gone off in the past she’s been spot on. Alex wonders if maybe the wiring is just old and caused it to short out because it’s awfully quiet for any sort of alarm to be going off. Ellen and Sam tell her just to keep watch for now… typically the minute they let their guard down is when something happens. Ellen nods but reminds Sam she still needs to open the bar, her patrons would protect her. Patience agrees saying it’s best not to set up any red flags. Henry walks over and turns on the open sign as Ellen wipes down the bar.

6.Bela is ready to go topside, Crowley tells Meg to stay with her. Meg is annoyed by having to babysit and Bela is offended at the term. The two women argue about who is more useful until Crowley can’t stand it anymore and shouts. He says for the sake of the mission the two need to put their differences aside, Bela especially had a lot at stake on this one. Meg smirks and Crowley reminds her that he can have her rank changed, she quickly wipes the smile off and pops her and Bela to the bar.

7. A sound comes from the office (give me a chance to write this action) Henry and patience each grab onto their heads as a sharp pain strikes them and they fall to their knees. Alex rushes over to check on them while Sam and Ellen run into the office. Meg and Bela appear outside noticing a bright light coming from one of the back windows. Bela tells Meg it looks like they’re just in time and she starts to walk in. Meg grabs her telling her to wait, she’s getting Crowley here too, she reaches out and Crowley appears annoyed that they couldn’t do this on their own, but stops short when he sees the light coming from the window and says that’s her…. Bela is confused because she thought she was coming for a map, Crowley says they’ve awoken her…so they’ll have to win her loyalty instead

8. Sam and Ellen are met by a tiny, fierce looking woman inside the office.  Ellen raises her rifle asking how she got in. The woman knocks Ellen backwards with a wave of her hand, telling her she won’t be threatened into helping. Sam asks her who she is, and if she can stop hurting their friends (Henry and patience can still be heard screaming) the woman looks confused but begins to dim herself, and then she speaks revealing who she is. Just as she finishes talking Meg Bela and Crowley break into the bar, Meg holds Alex, Henry and patience against the wall and Henry complains he can’t catch a break tonight. Patience agrees and Alex says they’ll get out of this some how as she glares at meg. Crowley and Bela head in behind the bar looking for Sam and Ellen and “her”

9.  Sam hears footsteps, Ellen gets up off the floor and aims her gun at the door instead.  Bela appears around the corner and waves, saying it looked like they could use a little help. Sam is shocked to see her, but quickly hardens and says not from the likes of her. Ellen demands to know who she is, and Sam gives a quick rundown just as Crowley comes in. Ellen takes aim telling Crowley she’s got demon trap bullets loaded today. Crowley tells her he knows she is lying as he picks her up off the floor with his powers. Sam tells him to stop and the woman in the room notices Crowley and lets out an ear piercing shriek as she throws Crowley backwards and leaves the room through the window.  Sam pulls his blade and holds Crowley against the wall as Ellen drops to the floor, she quickly gets up and points her gun at Bela asking what they knew about the creature that was just here. Crowley laughs saying they may want to check on their friends first.

10. Ellen hits Bela with the butt of her gun and tells her to move, Sam grabs Crowley, and holding the demon blade to his throat leads him out to the others. Upon seeing Ellen walk into the room Henry, Alex and patience are screaming for help, Sam presses the blade harder to Crowley’s throat and tells him to call her off. Crowley tells him to calm down and obliges, and all three fall hard to the floor. Alex changes into her bear form and seeing that meg pops out. Crowley and Bela call her a traitor etc and Sam demands to know what is going on.  Ellen says she is going to call the bunker to see if the alarm stopped. Charlie answers and tells Ellen she knows what Mrs butters was trying to say and she tells her over the phone. Ellen swears as she drops the phone.

[hymnoftheinca]

Update 2.14.23

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Totally unrelated to my update, but I don’t have a better time to post one. I’ve only got 2 free days this week to work on the game, but I have been doing a lot of designs and worldbuilding for Chapter 2. The maps were almost completed last week and I just wanna make every map going forward better.

I’m excited for the first “summon dungeon”, a water temple dedicated to Mama Cocha. I incoorperated the legend into the plot at Chinchero, which also features another legend, although more loosely incooperated. I really want to showcase all these wonderful myths and stories.

I won’t spoil more, though!

So, art wise, I’ve designed a few of the upcoming important characters and worked on the plot. One thing I’m trying to keep in mind is “How do the trio react to this?” because they’re very different people. Inka’s reaction is especially important, as the lead. This town is the start of big changes for his way of thinking, so it’s a delicate thing.

Enemy designs are also something I’m working on. I’ve designed a few. I like to keep the puns in the names, when I can; or reference something fun. I don’t recall if I included it in the demo, but the Silver Monkey is a Legends of the Hidden Temple reference. He appears in 3 parts. He rewards a lot of good loot. (I also want to say I am aware that LotHT is Olmecian not Incan, but.. 90′s kids will understand.) The idea behind him is similar to Golden Hands (Persona) or Metal Slime (Dragon Quest / Warrior), but maybe closer to the Mitama groups (Shin Megami Tensei) since there are several parts... I also look at the region to see what kinds of ghosts or animals reside there, maybe even smaller gods. I’m incooperating legend even into the enemy design, when I can. In the demo, we saw the golden Condor, which Condors are very respected. I tied this in with a general Incan legend featuring a condor for the puzzle in Sacsayhuaman. To make the player curious, to create awe, that is what I’m aiming for.

I will show off more of the designs soon, once they are finalized... and some other random concept art I’ve drawn that isn’t related to anything in the game inparticular, just a “mood” style sketch. I’ve got to clear out my phone; it’s been yelling at me for a month to “make more space!” but I’m lazy with transferring everything and my scanner is buried under notes and folders and books for the game right now... I keep my research close. I’m terrified I’m going to lose my reference and research sometimes!

Speaking of, I watched a new special on TV. I learned a lot about the chullpas (funeral towers) and how the Inca built on top of the civilizations they absorbed. The man leading the expedition also used drones to see under the brush and found an older site the Inca claimed. It was really interesting! (Side note: Since Titanic [film] had it’s anniversary recently and we saw it for V-Day day this past weekend, there was also a special for that where they basically used underwater drones. Drones are the future, I suppose! Also, I’d love to make a game about the Titanic next... similar to SOS / Septentrion on the SNES but without the bad controls... Yes, I am a fan of Poseidon Adventure [the original and the novel], too...)

I haven’t started the CAMP System yet... I need to make my take on Private Actions (Star Ocean) / Skits (Tales) for these, which I can’t do until the story is done (to program around the plot flags required--one thing I admired about the Lunar series on Playstation was how NPC dialogue changed ALL the time... it made it feel so alive. I would love for the CAMP System to replicate the feel of that.) The player can also cook at the CAMP. I can’t recall if I kept that ability portable after a certain point, to cook anywhere you want... at one point that was what I had, but I think adding to the survival of the game, it’s more appropriate to have it in set locations. Of course, resting at a Camp will also fully restore the party. You just need flint and hay, which are fairly common. So, these stations are like inns. You are generally on the run from the current Sapa Inca most of the game, so many towns don’t take kindly to our trio until later. This was a good resolution for inns and there are many options for the player. You can just rest, or cook, or talk with your party about the events currently going on. There isn’t a relationship system, although the game did start out that way. I decided this was a more linear story and it would only be bloat. However, the little interactions help characterization (similar to the menu bubbles in Final Fantasy IV DS or Active Time Events in Final Fantasy IX). They are not required. Some people hate all the fluff in JRPGs... It makes me sad, you picked up a JRPG but don’t want to read? So, these scenes aren’t required. You don’t even have to use the Camp system if you want to make the playthrough more challenging (no full heals outside items/food). I hope this system makes challenge runs and replays more exciting.

What else to discuss... is there anything from a developer’s standpoint you want to know about? Send me an ask! I would love to hear your thoughts.

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the art of modernity [ prologue ]

prologue - jueyun karst

pairing: xiao x gn!reader warnings: canon-typical violence mention words: ~1.8k words fic masterlist [ prev ] - [ next ]

chapter summary: you drag four of your closest friends to jueyun karst to chase after possible traces of the adepti. none of them expect for you to actually find any, but hey, anything is possible, right?

a/n: can't believe 'making xiao eat a chicken nugget and french fries' is becoming an actual fic but here we are. enjoy !! :D

when you had asked yanfei the legal repercussions of disrupting jueyun karst, the entire brunch table had looked at you as if you had grown a third eye. kaeya had sat down the third mimosa he had been nursing, while childe had actually stopped speaking for once. yanfei giggled with intrigue and keqing had stared at you with an expression that screamed are you serious right now?

yet somehow, you had ended up in keqing's overcrowded car and made a road trip to fuel your farfetched dreams. sure, like any kid growing up, you had read percy jackson and the archons, but, unlike most kids, you had taken the myths of the archons seriously. shrines and ruins still sung praises of their names, but most liyuean mythology was treated as having no greater value than old folk tales. the world had moved on past the need of teyvat's expansive pantheon of the elemental archons, visions, and celestia, yet some scholars sought to prove the existence of the old gods. most of the time, their efforts were fruitless.

you, of course, were no scholar. you were simply a dumbass who graduated college and decided in their post-college/pre-settled life panic to go traverse the treacherous lands of jueyun karst. as prosperous as liyue was, jueyun karst still remained heavily untouched as there were areas that even rich moguls were scared to get their grubby hands on. why turn the beautiful mountains and swirling lakes into sprawling shopping centers if the entire area was rumored to be cursed anyways? so, the country had turned jueyun karst into a protected area in the form of a national park.

but now, with your car full of three and a half dumbasses (keqing certainly doesn't count and yanfei is only halfway to idiocy), you had decided to certainly ignore the title of protected area. you had full intentions of disrupting whatever you could get your grimy hands on. you wanted to see the adepti in action and, if others called you crazy for it, then so be it.

"gods, where even are we?" kaeya asks. his tone lacks the annoyance you would expect from childe nor the worried-yet-still-composed nature you would expect from keqing's words. so, you shrug him off with a simple wave of your hand.

"not really sure, but there's enough of us out here that we won't die, right?" you ask and kaeya stares at you blankly before turning to look behind the two of you at the three stragglers.

"keqing!" he calls, realizing that you are of no help. "where are we?"

keqing huffs as she approaches the two of you while yanfei and childe stagger behind her, both acting tired despite being some of the most athletic people you know. in typical keqing fashion, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a compass. kaeya stares as the compass needle spins around aimlessly in her hand, its connection clearly disrupted by some force in the area.

"oh gods, what does that mean? we're going to die. we're going to die out here," childe deadpans, panic creeping into his voice. yanfei swats him playfully on the arm before he can begin his usual theatrics, knowing full and well how childe loves living in the spotlight.

"dying in a protected national park is illegal," yanfei adds and kaeya stares at her with a baffled expression.

"what? are the police going to arrest a corpse?" kaeya asks incredulously and yanfei folds her arms over her chest, staring at him with narrowed eyes.

"didn't you want to be a cop at one point? shouldn't you be aware as to how arresting procedures work?" yanfei asks and kaeya recoils at her question.

"no, i was considering going into military like my dad. i don't wanna be a cop," kaeya shoots back and childe jokingly gags once he hears the word 'military'.

"military? yuck," childe says and becomes the next recipient to receive childe's incredulous gaze.

"didn't you literally join the fatui for two years?" kaeya asks but childe shakes his head.

"not like you have any proof," the ginger-haired man shoots back.

"i can easily acquire proof?" kaeya says, but keqing clears her throat loudly before the two men can engage in a full showdown of words.

"c'mon, guys, we have bigger problems to solve than childe's blatant lies," keqing redirects the conversation with ease but not before kaeya lets out a triumphant hmph at keqing's words. "like figuring out why this compass isn't working and figuring out how to get back because it doesn't work."

"ooh, maybe it's not working because there are ghosts nearby," childe says, but before yanfei and kaeya can engage with his dumbassery once more, you interject.

"it's likely just elemental energy or adeptal energy. i know you guys probably don't believe in them, but this is said to be the former realm of the adepti. wouldn't be surprised if there are traces of them left!" you say, voice far too cheery for the implication of your words. kaeya only shrugs at the suggestion that gods are watching over you as you travel through the park, yanfei only looks intrigued in a nearly-dangerous way, keqing looks nonplussed due to her strong belief that the gods no longer exist, and childe looks absolutely terrified yet is trying to act like he isn't.

"anyways," you continue. "maybe there's a domain!"

"ancient liyuean law forbids unauthorized entrance into domains without proper licensure from the adventurer's guild," yanfei says, as if knowing ancient law is a completely normal activity for a twenty-something-year-old.

"what is a domain?" keqing and kaeya ask at the same time before glancing at each other.

"i'm... not sure. pretty sure they have like... ancient monsters and stuff," you confess and, for the first time today, childe perks up excitedly, eagerly taking a step closer to you.

"monsters? like those uh... hollychirls? whatever they're called? how big do you think they are?" childe asks with an excited glimmer in his eyes.

"weren't you just worried about dying?" keqing asks, but childe ignores her question.

"so like... we're trying to find this domain, right?" childe asks, confused. "what are we looking for?"

"i don't really see why a domain would have adepti traces so we're probably better off looking for something else," you say and yanfei perks up.

"like that?" she asks, pointing off at something glowing faintly orange in the distance. you squint slightly in an attempt to better look at it, but you're unable to distinguish what exactly yanfei as pointing at.

"we might as well go see what that is," keqing says and you're slightly surprised for the purple-haired girl to suggest such a thing, but you figure she's just trying to find a place where her compass actually works. the spinning dial isn't too much of a concern for you since you're in no rush to leave, but the friends you've brought along aren't quite as keen on discovering the secrets of the adepti as you are, so you follow the herd as they begin to move over to the glowing orange light.

the five of you climb down, approaching what soon reveals itself as a stone pillar with a glowing chunk of cor lapis on top. it's certainly nothing new and is probably a protected relic, yet no guards are stationed in front of it. it's almost certainly been discovered before, so why isn't it..?

"oh, isn't this area usually flooded?" yanfei asks and everyone turns to stare at her.

"you've been here before?" keqing asks and you wonder to yourself when these people will stop asking questions and instead keep looking for hints.

"you guys haven't traveled to jueyun karst before?" yanfei asks, confused. "yeah, this area's usually flooded with water. i've never seen that thing before."

if it's usually flooded, then it was likely discovered before, but not relocated, you think to yourself and immediately break out in a sprint towards the cor lapis tower. sure, it was about the height of you, with the cubic chunk on top reaching the height of your head, yet you were more than satisfied with looking at the carvings on the side. childe is the first to catch up with you, using his long legs to match your pace. he sighs as you finally stop and watches as you frantically begin poking and prodding at the pillar.

"are you sure that's a good idea?" he asks, nervously. "what if it's a mechanism or something?"

"what's the worst that could happen?" you ask and childe sputters over his words.

"a lot of things!" childe insists, yet kaeya, keqing, and yanfei's joined arrival interrupts him from making an even bigger fuss.

"try putting your palm flat on the diamond," yanfei suggests and you take a step back. with a steady hand, you lays her palm flat against the side of the pillar, in which a diamond has been engraved onto its surface. around the group of you, the remnants of water begin to glow orange as the pillar emits an even stronger, unnatural glow of energy. the pillar begins to vibrate rapidly and yanfei lets out a small, knowing laugh while the rest of you watch, wide-eyed and confused by the moving pillar.

yet, all that happens is that the cor lapis situated on the top of the pillar falls off, landing on the side of the pillar with a resounding crack. the four of your friends immediately move over to look at the now shattered chunk of cor lapis on the ground, yet you gravitate towards the stone pillar. on the spot where the cor lapis fell, a single name is etched into the stone, as if this pillar is supposed to mark a specific area.

"'xiao'?" you breathe, reading off the word on the pillar.

"what's xi-" kaeya begins, glancing over at you, but before he can finish, a flash of green appears on the opposite side of your friends. your lips part in shock as you watch the deity appear before you. a mask rests on his face and a polearm rests in his hand, yet despite his disguised face, you can sense the anger rolling off his form in waves. his green hair ruffles in the wind as his free hand reaches up to lower his mask. infuriated amber eyes pierce into yours, but the adeptus speaks before you can.

"i am adeptus xiao. how dare you mortals infringe upon jueyun karst and disrupt my land?" xiao seethes and, for once, all five of you are silent as the yaksha points his polearm at you.

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