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funky-fairy · 6 months

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Lily, Remus and Pandora Headcanons (ridiculously long list)

they're my blorbos i would give my life for them. i project a lot onto remus and lily, so if anything is wildly out of character it's probably that

Lily

very kindhearted but also sarcasm queen

burnt out

Academic validation > real sense of self worth

needs external validation (no this is not healthy she's working on it)

better at potions than snivellus and he hates it hehehe

average at „regular“ magic (spells etc) but exceptional at „scienc-y magic“ (potions, arithmancy, astronomy, herbology etc) bc she's just that cool

plant mom (also green plants > flowers)

actually a rulebreaker, she’s just too smart to get caught

struggles to feel like she belongs: witch in the muggle world, muggle in the wizard world

study buddies to best friends with Remus

fav colours sage green and lavender

sorting hat couldn’t decide between gryffindor and ravenclaw at first

never involved in any drama but knows all about it

everyone is very surprised whenever she swears but she actually swears a lot

tells Pandora about the greek pandora myth and thinks that that's flirting

lotssssss of freckles

curvy/chubby

she is so sleep deprived

sneaks into the library at night (oh wherever could the sleep deprivation come from i have no idea)

loves christmas season (decorating, baking, cheesy movies, music, buying gifts for friends etc., not the christian part)

stress-bakes but can't even cook spaghetti without burning down the kitchen (baking is just different than cooking for her)

constantly apologizes for everything

smokes occasionally and always swears it's the last time (it’s not)

actually not that short but looks very short next to remus and pandora

abba fan (unironically) and always tries to get sirius to dress up as abba with her, remus and pandora (she already coerced persuaded them) for halloween

soft but wouldn't hesitate to kill for the ppl she loves

would love penelope scott if she was a modern teen bc i say so

first one to notice remus has a crush on sirius and vice versa

last one to notice she has a crush on pandora and vice versa

reminds others to drink/eat/sleep/dress warm enough but often doesn't herself bc she feels like she 'doesn't deserve it' :((

kind of a people-pleaser but remus is helping her to stop

so afraid of failure she sometimes doesn’t even try

Remus

doesn't cry (not on purpose he just suppressed his emotions for so long he literally can't cry anymore unless he has a full on mental breakdown)

caffeine addiction

won’t drink anything that isn't hot (eg coffee and tea, but also just hot water)

covers up his intense self hatred with jokes (not self deprecating but like joking about being perfect and stuff, idk how to explain it it's mostly me projecting bc i do that lmao)

very sarcastic and can come off as harsh

actually very nice and non-judgmental

chocolate >>>>>

never involved in any drama but wants to know all about it (Lily is his main source of information)

swears a lot

teachers think he’s very responsible but he just doesn’t get caught being irresponsible

smokes too much

thought the sorting head made a mistake by sorting him into gryffindor at first and still feels insecure about it all through his hogwarts years

patronus is a big black dog(sdfghjk)

very very tall but like kind of lanky

lots of scars obv

Sirius had to ask him out (and later propose to him sdfghjdfs) bc he had too much self doubt/hatred and thought Sirius would never want to be with him :(( (He did. Sirius very much wanted to be with him. Very much.)

top tier insomniac (lily makes sleep droughts for him tho)

lily taught him how to bake and now he loves it and is getting quite good at it

corrects people's grammar

knows every single abba lyric bc of lily

david bowie fan

constantly third-wheeling pandora and lily

hits/breaks things when angry, sometimes hits himself but never others

so afraid of rejection he ends up pushing ppl away (they can’t leave you if you don’t let them close in the first place) (his only close friends still are James, Sirius, Peter and Lily, but it took so long for him to let especially Lily close. Pandora still isn’t quite there even tho they are def very good friends)

Pandora

very smart but only does anything at all if she likes the class/thinks it makes sense to have the class

only follows rules she thinks make sense and most teachers just gave up trying to do something about it

experiments with magic a lot

has scars from said experiments

also random bruises and scratches of unknown origin

wears large quantities of jewellery (piercings, earrings, necklaces, bracelets, beads etc in her butterfly locs)

homemade jewellery >>>>>

cannot flirt to save her life

eyeliner.

absolutely in love with lily’s brain

doesn’t drink caffeine

her maiden name is lovegood and both lily and her become lovegood-evans later bc in my brain they marry

just wanders around sometimes (excuses it with saying she sleepwalks if she gets caught past curfew)

t a l l

the sorting head barely touched her head before sorting her into ravenclaw

patronus is an octopus bc it's very intelligent but often seen as 'weird'

fav flower is the lily of the valley (sfdghjk)

knits (she knits sweaters and scarfs for lily <3)

is like the only one in this trio that actually feels pretty good about herself

although she does realize ppl tend to see her as 'weird' she just kind of accepted it? like, yeah, other ppl can be close-minded but she knows that and doesn't let it define her; as long as she's happy and doesn't hurt ppl it's all good for her

exclusively drinks sparkling water and jasmine tea

hates the feeling of brushing her teeth and is always working on spells/potions(with lily sdfghjdfs) that clean her teeth for her

would definitely also love penelope scott if she was a modern teen

loves pastries and other little baked goods

literally doesn't get cold

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alatismeni-theitsa · 3 months

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Thoughts on this video?

ooof... While the video is mostly correct in places, it looks very poorly researched from what information it presents. (Which is the usual case for OSP videos). While Pandora is mentioned as a cunning woman by Hesiod, she's not mentioned as such by Aesop and Aeschylus. So why not mention all sources? Also there are versions of Greek myths where women and men were created at the same time, and also another version where Pandora is not created as an evil gift but she's born of Deukalion and is just curious to see what the box has.

Obviously, we should examine all the resources - including the misogynistic ones ofc! - but take into account sample size before painting ancient Greece like a bunch of brutes who had no regard for women - a very dehumanising view. While the ancient Greek culture was a patriarchal one (And I prefer the modern reality for sure!), only a few writers were misogynistic - well just like modern Greece - you can't make assumptions for the whole country just by examining them. The video paints the picture of the majority of Greek men seeing women as the root of all evil which is widely untrue! You're telling me ancient Greek men didn't love their daughters, wives, aunts, grandmas, female friends..... sure.. sure... Let's trash all the ancient inscriptions, depictions, and letters we have from ancient Greece proving the opposite.

Also near the end of the video, there was a connection between the meaning (not quoting) "Pandora shows us that Greek men hated women" and (quoting) "I guess that's why women were kept on the second floor of the house, malnourished-" WHAT?? Duuuude... Okay there were separate spaces between men and women but they were not NUNs they could go out! Also not every ancient Greek was an upper-class Athenian! And even most of Athenian women had shit to do outside the house. Such a big channel should be aware that the reality of Athenian women could differ depending on their circumstances.

The youtuber also says "Greece I love you but-" no you don't dear. Otherwise you wouldn't reproduce a racist image of our ancient society onto your 2.22 MILLION subscribers. (racist cause it paints the ancient Greek people as brutes, without nuance or humanity at all)

Again, the info presented in the video is accurate BUT at the same time not so accurate, because it doesn't mention any other version, it doesn't say which version they used, and it also doesn't mention accurately how this myth fits into the broader ancient Greek culture. Man, it's just soo weird they didn't mention all the other versions! I guess having the whole POINT of the video being "ooooo misogynyyy" brings views..

#answered #pandora #osp

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starless-gaze · 24 days

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for trans day of visibility, here are some of my marauders hcs (spoiler alert: all of them are trans)

james

demiboy

he/they pronouns

crop tops give him gender euphoria (plus they make reggie blush so...)

thought they were cis, wore a flower crown once and immediately thought "yup, not a man"

reg helped him pick a label

sirius

genderfluid

any pronouns but mostly they/he

one day they're wearing the fanciest most dramatic gown and the next the chunkiest leather jacket and remus' jumper

full face of makeup at all times

wears colour coded bracelets to let their friends know what pronouns to use when the gender flows

remus

transmasc

he/him pronouns

came out at the age of 5, hope and lyall did everything in their power to make their little rem rem feel comfortable

chose the name remus for the irony

when asked abt his gender his responses are "old libraries" "a full moon" "earl grey"

peter

agender

they/he/she pronouns

thinks neopronouns are so cool but doesn't know how to use them

calls herself a "triple a battery" (get it? cause they're agender, asexual and aromantic)

would absolutely verbally destroy anyone who dares misgender his friends but can't stand up for themself

lily

polygender

she/they pronouns

is completely ok with being called she but absolutely lights up when ppl use they/them to refer to them

started wearing pronoun pins on her uniform after pandora gave them one as a gift and never took it off

no one dares make fun of them bc the first (and last) person who did it got hexed so hard they ended up in the hospital wing and lily got her first detention ever

marlene

genderqueer

they/she pronouns

loves skirts but hates dresses because she can't bind

didn't understand why it was so uncomfortable for them to wear dresses until pete came out

closeted with their family but out to everyone else

mary

demigirl

she/her pronouns for the general public, she/they pronouns for close friends

tries to incorporate her flag on every outfit, either a pin, a bracelet, graphic liner or just wearing the colours

isn't uncomfortable with being called a girl but doesn't really sit right with them either

prefers to be called "lover" rather than "girlfriend"

regulus

trans man

he/him pronouns

taught sirius how to do makeup in exchange of them cutting his hair

tattoed waves over his top surgery scars

has an inhumane amount of knowledge about microlabels and niche identities

pandora

transfem

she/her pronouns

flowy dresses give her the biggest gender euphoria

thought she was a straight guy but didn't feel right about it, when she figured out she was just a trans lesbian it all made sense

really into greek mythology and picked the name pandora because of the myth

dorcas

genderfae

they/them pronouns

has so many pronoun and flag pins in their bag at all times and gives them away to anyone who asks

constantly has to correct teachers on their pronouns

hyperfemme gender expression at all times because "fuck gender norms, my skirt doesn't dictate my gender, you know my pronouns so fucking use them"

barty

bigender

he/she pronouns

saw dorcas doing panda's makeup after she came out, asked them if they would do hers and felt so insanely happy looking in the mirror after they were done

black eyeliner in his bag at all times

her gender could better be described as "skate park"

evan

"no clue but definitely not a cis man"

they/he pronouns

uses "girl" as gender neutral

doesn't want to label their gender, bangs on about it being a social construct and "can't be arsed to define it"

when the gender dysphoria hits, he draws on their arms with a felt tip pen, barty started noticing this pattern and ever since then, evan asks her to draw on them instead

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galaxyquakeflakes · 24 days

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A Daughter for a Daughter (1)

*I've been sitting on this idea of a sorta ATWOW rewrite for months and decided to post it! For better or worse. Link to a post I made about it here if you want more info. Gonna be multiple chapters. Let's do this thing!*

Pairing: Neteyam x fem|human OC

Summary: Neteyam and Quaritch's daughter go flying and watch Kiri and Lo'ak get their ikran.

Word Count: 3276

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Pandora was an apt name for the foreign world humans had invaded. Though the means of which the planet was named always felt off. They named her Pandora in reference to the old Greek myth of the woman Pandora who unleashed all the known ills on the world. Pandora had a lot of dangers. Even the very air was poisonous to human lungs.

That was a disservice to the true nature of Pandora. Pandora meant all-gifted. That befitted the beautiful world of wonders that humans had been lucky enough to witness. The true ills that had been unleashed upon her were the humans themselves.

Not all of them were bad. There were a great many who looked at Pandora with the same adoration and care the natives did. Who saw this world and wanted to learn more about her and her people.

The Na'vi were rightfully wary of these people who came from the stars. They cut away at their home and harvested the world which went against the tenets of Eywa. Their goddess, their deity, their mother that is made of all living things. They selfishly came and tried to claim her as if something like that could actually be done.

There was a war. Between the Na’vi and the Sky People. There were uncountable losses on both sides. Though the loss the Na’vi suffered burned hotter with the destruction of their sacred sights and homes. When the battle was over, the Na’vi were victorious. A new era was ushered in as the ramifications started to play out on the world.

It was not easy for anyone. But the thing about life is that it will always persist. It will regrow. From ashes the buds of plants poke through and sprout anew to replace what was destroyed.

The people persisted. New Na’vi were born and a new human as well. Not the first human to be born on Pandora but certainly the latest. Millie McCosker. Dead parents and too small to be put into cryo for the trip back to earth. Forced to grow up in labs, raised by a pair of loving foster parents and a team of scientists that weren’t too sure how to keep track of someone so young and wild but they managed just fine.

She grew up with a bright and inquisitive mind like the scientists she was raised by. When she was not traversing the Pandoran jungle she was in the labs learning all she could. She had a real talent for the work too.

While Millie was human she behaved so alien compared to the others. That had to be blamed on how much time she spent with the Na’vi. From the time she was just a tiny kid she was running around the forest all on her own without a care or fear in the world. As familiar with the expansive forest and her ways as any Na’vi child was.

It was a curious predicament. Too human for the Na’vi and too alien for the humans. But she was a good kid. Though her lineage left a lot to be desired.

She spent almost all of her time out of the labs hanging around the Sully children. She learned to climb and hunt and speak right alongside them. She grew with them. Though they were much taller than her at an early age even though she was the oldest of them. Because of how short she was compared to them it earned her the nickname Pixie and soon it was all anyone called her, both within the Na’vi and in the human labs. Except for her parents that only ever called her Millie despite her insistence that she be referred to as Pixie.

Pixie at the age of fifteen was the oldest out of all her Na’vi friends. The closest to her in age was Neteyam who trailed behind her by one year. Kiri and Lo’ak were two years younger and the youngest Sully was Tuktirey by eleven whole years. Even little six year old Tuk was catching up to Pixie in height! A six year old was eye level with her! Human six year olds were a little less than four feet tall. Tuk was over five! Pixie had at least two inches on her still but it was only a matter of time till she exceeded five foot six and left Pixie as the shortest again.

It was a normal day as any day on Pandora could be. Pixie had gotten up early to eat breakfast and get ready before donning her exopack and running out into the jungle to meet her friends. It was an important day! Lo’ak and Kiri were going to find their ikrans today! Neteyam had gotten his last year and now that Lo’ak and Kiri were old enough they got to go out too! Typically they should have waited till they were at least fourteen but considering that Neteyam had convinced Jake and Neytiri to get his early they couldn’t exactly tell Lo’ak and Kiri no.

Pixie was halfway to the village when she got the uncanny feeling that she was being watched. She slowed and looked around the canopy of trees. It was far too quiet. Then a shower of morning dew rained down on her!

“Ah!” she saw the leaves that had been rustled starting to still and a shadow moving above them. Who did he think he was fooling?

“Hey golden boy!” Pixie shouted, “I know you’re up there! I can see you!”

The branch behind her shook as someone landed on it. Pixie whirled around and saw Neteyam now standing across from her. “I see you too, bite sized.”

“Hardy har har, you are so funny.” Pixie playfully shoved him. “What are you doing out here this early?”

“I was actually on my way to get you. Since Lo’ak and Kiri are getting their ikran today I figured you’d appreciate a ride up so we can watch them flail about.” Neteyam turned his face skyward and called for his ikran. A bright green and black ikran flew down from the trees to land next to them.

“Hey there Mekul.” Pixie greeted the ikran with affection, petting their neck. “Neteyam giving you plenty of treats?”

“I don’t need to give him treats, you fatten him up plenty.” Neteyam connected to Mekul and held a hand out for Pixie. Effortlessly he pulled her up onto the ikran, nestling her in front of him so that she didn’t fall off.

“Are they already heading up?”

“No. Not yet. Figured we’d get a flight in beforehand. Do you mind?” he asked.

“You know I never pass up a flight.”

“That’s what I figured you’d say.” he smiled wide, showing off his extra pointed canines and his two buckteeth. It still amused Pixie to no end that Na’vi could have buckteeth. Maybe that was the bit of human in him.

The pair of them took off into the sky. They flew higher and higher until the forest below looked like nothing more than moss on a rock. “Hang on tight!” Neteyam called over the wind.

Suddenly Mekul’s wings slanted to their sides and they were diving back towards the ground. Pixie let out a whoop of adrenaline as the world hurtled closer. Right before they could hit the treeline though the wings expanded again and they were soaring high once more. Pixie held her arms out to embrace the breeze that fluttered around her.

“Hey!” Neteyam pinched her thigh. “I said to hang on. You wanna fall off?”

“You are such a worry wart!” Pixie laughed but put her arms back down. She leaned back against Neteyam. “Besides, I know you would catch me if I fell.”

“Well, I’d rather not have to practice that.”

“Maybe you should.” She looked down. There was plenty of air between where they were and the trees. “Starting now.” She ducked out from under him and slid off the ikran.

“PIXIE!” Neteyam screamed and dove after her free falling body. He flew under her and grabbed her arm, catching her successfully. “Are you mad! You could have died! Don’t do that!”

“I’m sorry!” Pixie laughed. “I shouldn’t have done that. I just couldn’t resist.”

“You are going to be the death of me.” he sighed. Resting his head on her shoulder.

“Awe, I love you too, golden boy.” she pinched his cheek.

“Stop!” he swatted her hand away. His brow furrowed and he started flying closer to the top of the trees. “It isn’t funny, Pixie. You could have seriously gotten hurt. You’re smarter than that. You’re lucky I don’t tell your parents.”

“How can you? They’re dead.” her attempt at humor fell with Neteyam’s glare. “Okay. I’m sorry. I really really am sorry for doing that. It was stupid. I didn’t mean to worry you so much.”

“Lo’ak already does enough foolhardy stuff for me to be worried about. I don’t need to start having to worry about you too.” Neteyam said. “You said before that we gotta be the responsible ones cause we’re the oldest. That doesn’t end just because it’s just us two hanging out right now.”

“I know.” she laid her hand over one of his. “That doesn’t mean that we can’t have a little fun. We’re still young too, Neteyam. We don’t have to be the upstanding older siblings all the time.”

“There’s a difference between cutting loose and putting your life in danger.”

“And I’ll be more conscious about it from now on. I promise.” she squeezed his hand. “Forgive me?”

“Yeah, yeah.” he turned his hand over to squeeze her back. “I forgive you, bite sized.”

They flew around some more before it got to be later and they went to watch Kiri and Lo’ak. They landed by the waterfall that led to the nesting ground of the ikran and met the others that were coming to claim their ikran.

“Kiri! Lo’ak!” Pixie jumped off the ikran. “I see you.”

“I see you, Pixie.” they motioned back to her. “Come to watch us?”

“You know it! I am going to have a great time watching the two of you get beat into the ground trying to wrestle one of these bad boys.” she laughed.

“You’re just jealous you don’t get one.” Lo’ak punched her arm.

“I don’t need one. I have you idiots to fly me around.” she punched him back.

“Always glad to have you here, Pixie.” Jake approached and ruffled her hair. He looked back at Neteyam. “You remember what I told you about flying with her? Make sure she stays safe.”

“Yes, sir.” Neteyam nodded.

“We are always safe, Uncle Jake.” Pixie bit back a laugh. She looked back at Neteyam and he was shaking his head.

“I don’t trust that look but I’m not worried about you two right now. Let’s go kids. Time to party.” Jake motioned for the others to head through. Pixie saddled back up with Neteyam and they flew out and found a spot to watch from a distance.

“Who do you think is going to go first?” Pixie asked.

“Probably Lo’ak. He wants to be a big man and prove himself. How long do you think it is gonna take him?”

“I’m gonna go ahead and say five minutes.”

“I was gonna say fifteen.” Neteyam smirked.

“You have so little faith in him.”

“Cause I know he loses focus the second he gets cocky. His ikran is going to make him work for it.”

“Unlike you, golden boy. How long did it take you? Less than two minutes? You big show off.”

“Is it showing off or do I just know what I’m actually doing?”

“Just because you know what you’re doing doesn’t also mean that you aren’t showing off.”

Everyone began to crowd on the cliffside along with the ikran below. Pixie and Neteyam watched as Lo’ak was the first to step out to claim his ikran. “Told you he’d go first.”

“You got this Lo’ak!” Pixie shouted in encouragement. Many of the ikran flew off as Lo’ak waded through them. Then, one stopped and stood their ground. They had a beautiful purple hue. The ikran screeched at Lo’ak and charged.

Lo’ak swung out the restraint to tape the mouth but it fell short and the ikran bit it. “Damn it. Come on, Lo’ak.” Pixie wrung her hands in the fabric of her tanktop.

Lo’ak was able to recover the restraint but the first failure had already shaken him. He loses focus when he gets cocky but he gets reckless when he feels like he’s failing. “Come on, bro. Don’t be stupid. Keep it together.” Neteyam muttered, clearly concerned about his little brother’s safety.

The others were shouting encouragement down below as Lo’ak finally got a tether around the ikran’s mouth. He was able to jump on the ikran but was having significantly harder trouble wrestling it down into a position that he could make the bond.

“Tsaheylu!” Pixie shouted again. “Make the bond! Make it!”

“Make the bond!” Neteyam shouted alongside her. “Make the bond, idiot!”

They watched in relief as Lo’ak was able to finally get the queues together and the ikran stilled. “How long was that?”

“Six minutes twenty two seconds.”

“Ha! Didn’t do it under five but he did do it under fifteen.” Pixie laughed. Lo’ak sat astride his ikran and with a less than graceful shove from Jake, sent them over the edge of the cliff. “Let’s go!”

Neteyam scooted Pixie back so she was pushed firmly against his chest and they took off from the cliff to fly after Lo’ak. Thankfully it didn’t look like he was having any problems flying. He was soaring through the sky like a natural. “Aye aye!” Pixie and Neteyam yelled, catching his attention.

“Way to go baby brother!” Neteyam said, teasingly but with genuine pride as well.

“I think I’m gonna name him Da’to.” Lo’ak said, the widest smile Pixie had ever seen on his face.

“Anything is better than what your dad named his.” Pixie said. “Seriously, it’s an ikran. Who names an ikran Bob?”

“Don’t make fun of Bob! He’s sensitive!”

Pixie threw her head back with a laugh. A voice came over their coms. “Boys,” Jake said, “Kiri’s going up next if either of you wanted to see.”

“Oh I gotta see this!” Neteyam started to turn around.

“I’m gonna fly for a while longer. I’ll meet back up with you!” Lo’ak disappeared around some floating mountains. They didn’t blame him for wanting to keep riding. The first ride was the most important after all.

Pixie and Neteyam flew back to their spot just as Kiri was walking out. There was something strange about it though. The ikran weren’t flying away from her. They parted but they didn’t leave. Pixie shared a look with Neteyam who was just as confused.

She kept moving forward until she came to an ikran that was as blue as the sky. The ikran didn’t screech or click. It didn’t charge or bare its teeth. Kiri and the ikran circled each other. It was not like they were sizing each other up but rather that they were dancing. Kiri stepped here, the ikran stepped there. Head moved up, head moved down.

“Is she doing a mating dance?” Neteyam joked. Pixie elbowed him in the ribs. She wanted to see this.

Then, Kiri took another step forward. The ikran took a step back. She took another step forward, the ikran did not move. Pixie had always known that for whatever reason, Kiri had some strong connection to Eywa. Wherever she was, creatures followed and danced with her. If she fell asleep somewhere listening to Eywa’s heartbeat she was sure to wake up with dozens of atokirina resting atop her.

She bowed her head towards the ikran and the ikran bowed back. She pulled her queue from around her back and held it out to the ikran. “No way this works.” Neteyam muttered.

“Shh!” Pixie shushed Neteyam. Everyone below had gone silent as well. They stood still as statues, waiting to see what would happen.

The ikran turned its head, offering up one of its own queues. Time seemed to slow as Kiri stepped closer and made the connection. Her first act upon creating the tsaheylu was to hug the ikran’s neck. She mounted the ikran and without any coercing, they flew over the edge. Everyone stood in dumbfounded amazement at what they had just witnessed.

“I think she broke your record, golden boy.” Pixie turned back to look at Neteyam.

“We are getting more information on that right now!” Neteyam flew off after her. “Kiri! What was that?”

“What was what?” she called back to the two of them.

“That! Back there! You didn’t have to wrestle them or anything!”

“Don’t be mad that the ikran like me more, Neteyam.”

“What are you gonna name her?” Pixie asked.

Kiri thought for a moment then smiled. “August.”

Augustine. Pixie thought to herself but didn’t say anything. They met back up with Lo’ak and explained the unconventional way that Kiri had managed to get her ikran. Together the siblings soared through the air and raced across the sky.

“Any of you want to try evasive rescue maneuvers?” Pixie called to them.

“Rescue maneuvers?” Kiri looked at her confused.

“Not a chance.” Neteyam used one arm to loop around her waist and plaster Pixie to him. “Never again.”

“Ooooh!” Lo’ak had a shit-eating grin on his face. “You two need some fly time alone?”

“Shut up! It’s not like that!” Neteyam snapped at him. “I’m just making sure she doesn’t fall off.”

“Golden boy, you break my heart. And here I thought we had something special.” Pixie made a big show of sniffling and whimpering like a sad puppy. “Do I mean nothing to you? Is there someone else?”

“Pixie.” he replied flatly.

“I should have known. All those long trips. Coming home with lipstick on your shirt collar.”

“Pixie.”

“Does she give you things I can’t give you? Does she love you more than I love you?”

“Pixie!”

“Well you can be the one to tell little Jimmy why he now comes from a broken home! You unfaithful--AH!”

Neteyam rolled Mekul over so they were flying upside down.

Kiri and Lo’ak were laughing their dumb little blue butts off next to them. First from Pixie’s dramatics and then at the sight of her clinging onto Mekul for dear life. “Neteyam! This isn’t funny!”

“Neither was your stunt this morning!” he laughed. He rolled back over so they were right side up again. “Now we’re even.”

“What happened this morning?” Kiri asked.

“Something that is not going to occur again. Right, Pixie?” Neteyam held her more firmly to his chest.

“Yes sir.” she rolled her eyes.

“How does that old earth rhyme go?” Lo’ak started talking in a sing-songy voice, “Pixie and Neteyam sitting in a tree--”

Neteyam got under Lo’ak and unbalanced him long enough to stop the rhyme before he could get to the spelling part. “Come on, let’s go show mom that you two didn’t manage to die.” With that Neteyam flew ahead of Kiri and Lo’ak back towards the village.

Pixie sighed and pushed Neteyam’s arm off her. “Something wrong?” Neteyam asked.

“No. I just don’t need you to keep holding me. I’ll be good and hang tight on my own.”

“Okay.” he didn’t push it farther but he could tell that something was weighing on her mind. Now was not a good time to ask though. She would tell him in her own time. She always did.

#atwow #avatar #avatar way of water #neteyam #neteyam sully #fanfic #neteyam x human girl #neteyam x oc #way of water rewrite

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sebastianswallows · 1 year

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these kinda go hand in hand for the emoji asks so 👀🤲

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please! 🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip? → Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

😂 Oh boy, erm... I got a request for breeding kink with Seb? 👉👈 And I may be going a little overboard with it? Been working on it for two days, this is day 3.

Basically, it's kind of inspired by the myth of Pandora, or rather an interpretation of it.

The existing version is that Pandora's box released demons and evil and diseases into the world, and all that was left in it when it was closed were the good things.

But another interpretation I've read recently is that, perhaps, originally, Pandora's box was the source of all things (hence the name, Pan dora = all gifts). So that means good and bad and war and peace and illness and healing all originated from it. And in that way, it served as a metaphor for the womb, which creates all of humanity with all of humanity's potential for good and bad.

And from all that, I came up with the idea that Seb found this magical box that gave you whatever you need, kind of like the Room of Requirement that you could carry around lol. But you needed a special key to open it, and that key was... proof of love 👀 Cum, the key to opening it is girl cum and boy cum.

That's it, that's the fic. I'm halfway done at 5k words and I want to pull my hair out. It is smut from start to finish. And to make it more ✨fun✨, it's noncon, and my goodness do I hope the anon who sent the request won't mind, because it's comin' 😅

Anyway, thank you for your questions, nonny! 💕

And here's the hastily written and not proofread snippet. Below the cut, because NSFW:

He looked at her intensely, breathless, watching every frown and tensing of her face while his finger eased itself past her hole. He pressed in almost shyly, then retreated, then pressed in deeper, making her moan. Her hips twitched beneath him, trying to buck him off. To soothe her, he flicked her clit a little harder, distracting her with pleasure from the pain of piercing her.

“Shhh… shhh… there there,” he gentled with a whisper. “I just want to feel what you’re like inside…”

His thumb eased on her clit and he removed it, leaning closer instead to touch it with his tongue. She yelped and her hips jumped, but he held her down firmly while working his finger deeper, deeper, a little bit deeper inside with each thrust. Slowly, Sebastian curled his tongue beneath her hub, just letting it rest there as his lips slowly closed around it.

“It’s too much,” she whispered, her back arching, head thrashing left and right, her hands twisting senselessly into the rope. “Sebastian, it’s too… too much…”

He hummed as he suckled on her clit, sucking the taste of her flesh off of her. Her little pearl warmed up on his receiving flesh. Beneath, he removed his index finger and moved it instead to part one of her folds, now so much more swollen and throbbing, and placed in its stead his thicker middle finger in her hole. Rubbing back and forth gently, he opened her up a little wider, groaning at how her soft channel hugged him from every side. Her wetness dripped out of her around his knuckles, coating her upper thighs. She clenched when he shoved the digit all the way inside, her whimpers drowned out by Sebastian’s hungry moan when he felt the end of her on the tip of his finger.

“Stop it!” she hissed through clenching teeth.

Her legs struggled and moved until he caught one of them in his hand and held her by the knee close to his neck, folding her open while he ate at her, licking and sucking and teasing her with kisses from her clit to her hole where his finger teased her open. He parted from her with a suckling pull at her folds, then began kissing her inner thigh while he thrust his finger faster and faster, preparing her for what he was about to do.

“Why is it so difficult for you to accept being loved?” asked Sebastian, looking tiredly into her eyes, his lips against her skin, breath fanning over her most sensitive place that burned and leaked with her pleasure. It didn’t even sound like a tease, it sounded as if he was… sad for her, and genuinely curious to know the answer. “You’re not afraid of me,” he sighed, shaking his head slightly, “not really… You’re afraid of being vulnerable. With me...”

#sswallow;answers #sebastian sallow #hl #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow smut

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october-writes · 5 months

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‘A myth. I’m thinking about a myth,’ she said. ‘Which one?’ ‘The Ancient Greeks blamed all the world’s pain on the curiosity of a smart, beautiful and talented woman,’ Ada replied, her voice low as she placed the butterfly down between them, ‘Zeus created her as a trap to punish men for accepting the gift of fire from Prometheus.’

Emery gave a high pitched “ha”, ‘Pandora with the box?’

‘Actually, the original texts described it as a “jar”. But this was mistranslated as a box in the sixteenth century.’

‘I still prefer the idea of a box! It’s cooler and I like the symmetry.’

‘Fair enough. Either way, Pandora was overcome with curiosity and opened the jar-’

‘Box.’

‘Whatever,’ Ada chuckled and slumped back in her chair, ‘When she opened it, all the evils of the world were freed. Every sin, disaster and malady imaginable.’

Emery nodded sagely, ‘War. Famine. Hatred. Dial-up internet.’

‘Lukewarm showers. Itchy sweaters.’

‘Hang nails.’

‘Split ends.’

The two women looked at each other for a moment before bursting into mutual giggles.

‘You know what? Fuck that!’ Emery declared as their laughter petered out, ‘Pandora. Eve of the bible. Misogynist propaganda to blame women for all the evil in a world controlled by men. Thus reinforcing the necessity of patriarchal domination. Pandora was freakin’ framed!’

‘Probably,’ Ada slumped forward to rest her cheek against her palm, ‘Oh, I think about her all the time. Why did she do it? Was it curiosity? An insatiable thirst for knowledge? Was she bored? Or malicious? Or was it her destiny?’

‘Well, you like to understand causes and outcomes. Point A to Point B.’

‘You got a problem with straight lines, Locke? I thought you liked symmetry.’

‘Yeah, to a point! Too many straight lines drive me crazy. You want everything to square up. I’ve told you, it’s not realistic. Life is improv. A wild squiggle on the back of a napkin.’

‘I like things to work the way they’re supposed to,’ Ada jabbed a playful finger at her, ‘You’re a scientist. You should understand that.’

Ada’s early life, from birth to the disastrous months leading to her eighteenth birthday, had been planned by her parents with such perfect precision that she often wondered if they’d plotted their daughter’s career trajectory on graph paper. Every activity, every class and every grade had led to something greater. It had all happened so naturally, so organically, that she hadn’t questioned it. Her life had been a series of steps in the right direction, until she’d had no direction at all. No home, no family, no career.

Her existence had been on pause until she’d been offered her place onboard The Persephone . There had been no improv, no wild tangents, and no crazy adventures for Ada Wong. Forget the wild squiggle. Her life had become a black dot at the end of a sentence. Nothing, period.

The Persephone was supposed to be her chance to get back onto the ladder to somewhere. Instead she felt like she was climbing the side of a mountain, swinging from handhold to handhold, rising and descending as she navigated a crumbling, never-ending rock face.

‘I have a theory,’ Emery announced. She turned sideways in her chair and rested her arm over its back. She gestured with her hands as she spoke, drawing shapes through the air with her sky-blue painted nails, ‘I think Pandora wanted to understand the world. The jar... I mean, the box was the world. Pain, death, loss. They’re just the other side of pleasure, birth and love. You want one? Then take the other. Life’s a package deal. My mom’s a physicist and she taught me that nothing is ever destroyed. Energy, organic matter, the molecules that make a million decisions every day to keep us alive? They all wind their way back into the ecosystem one way or another, forming new cells, new organs, new bodies, new actions, thoughts...’

‘Connections?’ Ada asked with a sleepy smile.

Her friend shrugged back, ‘Yeah. I may be a biologist, but mark my words! The first law of thermodynamics is the most romantic premise in the entire freaking world. It’s never really over. No energy gets created in the universe and none is ever destroyed. We’re all here and we always have been. Maybe one day when we’re both dust, my atoms will take a new form and find yours again, Ada Wong.’

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#fic: pandora #ada wong #resident evil fanfiction #aeon #leon x ada #ada x leon #scientist ada x test subject leon #character: emery locke

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hollowwhisperings · 1 year

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What's In The Box? (KH Spec)

in KH3 & KHUX, the Master of Masters (MoM) tasks Luxu with lugging around a big, fancy black box.

MoM never tells Luxu (or ANYONE) what's actually IN this box... but Maleficent decided it (& its Assumed Connection to MoM's Book Of Prophecies?) was worth the effort of... stalking Sora & his enemies for multiple games, spectating on the latest Keyblade War, and, presumably, tricking some Keyblade Wielder (Kairi, maybe?) into Opening The Box for her.

KH3 namedrops Pandora's Box & the Chest of Davy Jones outright: Pandora's Box has two variant contents, Davy Jones' Chest holds his heart (& his heartbreak).

KH3 also, indirectly, reminds players of IRL 'Black Boxes' by using datacubes in the BH6 World, referencing memory chips, backups & data throughout the level. Datacubes & the corruption thereof first appeared in KH re:Coded, a game featuring a Data Riku (bearing KH1 Riku's likeness) being preyed upon by Maleficent (she & her connections to Riku are Important to this theory).

There is an IRL kind of Black Box which, like the Baymax memory chip, acts as the protective case of a Backup Copy of a plane's movements & data entries so that, in the event of disaster, the Black Box will survive & serve as a record of everything that happened.

THAT kind of 'Black Box' is invoked in KHUX with its 'Data Daybreak Town'. It's also likely that the Lost Masters Luxu summoned at KH3's end were retrieved from a similar data backup.

The MoM's Black Box, however, predates KHUX entirely: so what's in HIS box?

I suspect that the Box contains something that is all these boxes COMBINED (remember that Pandora's Box has 2 variants):

a black box built to Survive Disaster, Containing Records & Data Thereof.

the Chest of Davy Jones, a box holding the Human Heart of an Immortal... and his heartbreak with it.

a Pandora's Box that kept all of Humanity's Innate Goodness, the opening of which doomed humanity to corruption & sin. One 'Good' remained in the Box & with Humanity: 'Hope'.

a Pandora's Box that kept all Evils from the world, the opening of which doomed humanity to mortality, war, famine, etc. The only 'Evil' left in the box? Hope.

Yes, depending on the version of the Pandora Myth you're reading, 'Hope' is seen as a remaining virtue OR as a cruel 'gift'.

The MoM named each of his six pupils for one of the Seven Deadly Sins ('Evils', if you will). These pupils became known as the 'Lost Masters'. None of these pupils are named for 'Pride', generally understood to be the 'worst/heaviest' Sin: the absence implies that MoM himself is 'Pride'.

Incidentally, there is one readable word engraved on MoM's Box: 'super'. Following the naming conventions of the Lost Masters ('Luxu' = 'Lust', in latin) this translates to that missing sin, 'Pride'.

Considering that the Black Box is the MoM's, I speculate that it contains HIS heart: this makes Additional Sense for KH because Disney's Snow White features this 'heart in a box' concept... and, in BBS, the role of Huntsman was assigned to TERRA (which he, obvs, did not do). Terra DID, however, end up 'stealing' a heart later on... the heart of Aurora, as in Disney's Sleeping Beauty, and as tricked by MALEFICENT (oh look, here she is again, how INTERESTING).

What's Inside The MoM's Heart?

Well, following the premise of Davy Jones, MoM's mortality... and his capacity for love. Given that the MoM lead his pupils toward CIVIL WAR, standing by as this war repeated itself not only in KHUX but in Dark Road and in BBS AND IN KH3-

yeah, it makes sense that this guy has survived his immortality via being incapable of genuine compassion.

(there is also the possibility that he's outlived all these generations of keyblade wielders due to getting trapped/hopping over to UnReality, blissfully helpless to Those Wars He Instigated... buuut this theory assumes his Conveniebnt Absence & his Prophecies of [Ragnarok] were Deliberate)

I am Assuming A Lot about MoM's abilities: that he is immortal, that he can conceal his presence, that he is a He, that he is a form of Nobody, that he not only COULD but DID witness every iteration of the Keyblade War in the KH series. That seeing that war & its tragedies repeat is WHY that war keeps happening.

My theory is that MoM's Heart, safe in its Box (until Maleficent manages to open it/use it as blackmail), is MoM's "backup": his memories and love and despair from an Even Earlier Keyblade War, one where Darkness and the person who became MoM were the ONLY survivors.

No Dandelions. No MoM "and his best friend". No "lost, separated but not forever". No "True Love's Sacrifice" and DEFINITELY no "time-travel fix-it where No One Dies (except Xehanort & Sora, kind of)".

Just MoM. And Darkness.

...and THAT'S why MoM keeps setting generation after generation up for Ragnarok. THAT'S why MoM showed himself to Xehanort (who helped avert HIS generation's War, if not its Tragedy), why MoM was so DELIGHTED to discover Sora (& Riku): SORA ESCAPED HIS TRAGIC FATE.

MoM's Plan(s)

Sora (& Riku & Kairi) have proven that it is POSSIBLE to Change Destiny, to have Everyone Live.

So, naturally, MoM needs to test Sora (& Riku) AGAIN, in a controlled experiment, to figure out "How" KH3's ending was possible... and if it can be REPLICATED.

The x-blade is an additional factor in MoM's efforts to recreate the Keyblade War as he lived it, changing players & adding variables to figure out how (& 'where') Things Go Wrong.

If MoM hails from the FIRST Keyblade War, where Kingdom Hearts itself summoned the x-blade to protect itself yet ultimately cut its losses to prevent Darkness triumphing entirely... then Sora's 'Ultima' keyblades, his Nobody's ability to dual-wield, his 'Combined Keyblade' with Riku? These are all VERY INTERESTING to MoM!

Look at the previous attempts to summon or artificially forge the x-blade:

collecting 'Lux' (Unions, failure)

posession by Darkness (Baldr, failure)

Xehanort (experiment ongoing)

cutting a heart into 'Light' and 'Darkness' then having them Fight (Ventus, partial success)

the keyblade war in BBS (failure)

Whatever That Original Nobody Experiment with Ansem Was (..?)

multiple layers of possession of a Chosen Host, collecting the Hearts of Worlds & the Seven Lights, etc (MoM's Note to Future Self: "That Fairy Might Be Onto Something")

Roxas dual-wielding (???)

Xion dual-wielding (!!!)

Whatever The Heck Xemnas Was Up To in KH2 (fai-)

Sora & Riku's Boss Fight with Xemnas (-PARTIAL SUCCESS!)

Data Hearts..? (MoM's Underlined Note to Self: "KEEP EYE ON MALEFICENT")

Sora & Riku's Hijacked Mark of Mastery Exam (PROOF OF CONCEPT! req. further testing)

KH3 (...failure WAIT WHAT'S HAP-)

KH 2.9 (???)

Sora's Hijacking of the Aqua Rescue Mission (success??)

KH3's 2nd/3rd Keyblade War (SUCCESS: ISOLATING VARIABLES FOR FOCUSED TESTING)

quadratum (experiment ongoing)

MoM's Goal?

replicate results of Sora (& Riku?) testing of 99% survival rate & successful x-blade utilization in 1st KBW. save everyone. win.

Or, in Other Words...

learn method of summoning x-blade & replicate method for personal use via proxie (Yozora)

return to the origin story of KH's universe, the First Keyblade War (memories preserved in MoM's heart, a touchstone between Then & Now)

change what was destined to be a tragedy: unchain fate (overwrite ancient history)

everyone survives to build a new, brighter world (return heart to body)

...and the future, that Sora & his friends are from? Erased from Ever Existing in the first place. (pandora's box: saving the past at the cost of the future)

#kh spec #MoM #the master of masters #the black box #kh spoilers #kh theories #riku is the light #riku is the child of destiny #sora is the child of destiny #the gayblade #yozora spec #i don't think soriku can defeat MoM unless he has his heart #so i don't actually know how soriku could prevent MoM from overwriting reality to save his past #maybe darkness would help soriku? darkness is the only other surviving witness #the first keyblade war #worldline theory #sleeping realm theory

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HARRY SINCLAIR — & EPIMETHEUS: TITAN GOD OF AFTERTHOUGHT

23 & cis-male ; he/him, bisexual, aries, australian. harrison ‘harry’ sinclair can be found working at the koala kingdom as an animal handler, horsebackriding at trojan horse ranch or at his home in labyrinth apartments. if he’s not there, he’s probably at a party somewhere. he loves animals (especially leo, his gray andalusian horse), craves adventure and makes more impulsive decisions than any person should. though he isn’t fully aware of it yet, harry has always shared consciousness with the TITAN GOD EPIMETHEUS.

to date, harry has been on magnetic island for two months.

harry lives with — OPEN.

overview below the cut.

HARRY SINCLAIR:

birthday: march 29, 1999, an aries

gender, pronouns, sexuality: cis-male, he/him, bisexual

physical: 5ft 11in/180cm with dark, shaggy hair and dark eyes. has a bunch of dumb tattoos, usually attained on a whim or done by his friends

locations: labyrinth apartments (home), trojan horse ranch (favorite place) and the koala kingdom (workplace)

employment: animal handler at the koala kingdom

pet: a gray andalusian horse named leo

romantic status: single

originally from: queensland, australia

personality: harry is always on the hunt for adventure and always looking for a party. he is impulsive, unafraid to speak his mind and though he can be really easy to get along with, he has an intensity that bothers some people – especially those who prefer acting with caution over doing what feels right in the moment. he does everything he sets his mind to, usually without pausing to consider the potential consequences for himself or others. his thoughtlessness tends to hurt people and cause problems, and though he feels sorry for it sometimes, harry refuses to change his ways. to him, life is worth nothing if you don’t try to experience all it has to offer and caution only gets in the way of that. a true adrenaline junkie, harry tends to be the instigator of bad behavior. he encourages his friends to behave recklessly, starts fights at the drop of the hat (or purely because he’s bored) and enjoys activities like skydiving, cliff jumping, hiking and boxing. he parties more than he should, tends to ‘forget’ rules when it’s convenient for him and enjoys more than the occasional one night stand. he flirts with anyone, doesn’t really believe in commitment and drops those who try to tie him down, believing at some level that he couldn’t maintain a steady relationship even if he wanted to. all of that said, harry’s intensity can be helpful at times. when he is passionate about something, he channels all his energy into it. that is especially true when it comes to his love of animals. he knows almost all there is to know about those native to australia, having spent his time in college studying them, and can recognize their tracks more easily than most hunters. he feels he understands them in a way others don’t and is most at peace in their presence. they seem to feel the same way, or so he believes, with even wild animals allowing him to enter into their space. on hikes, he ventures farther into the bush than most, never fearing what he might run into. in his professional life, he is often chosen to work with new animals brought to the reserve because they seem very comfortable with him and he always seems to know what they need to feel most at home.

EPIMETHEUS:

deity: epimetheus, the titan god of afterthought who was tasked with the creation of animals

myth background: epimetheus and his brother prometheus were tasked with populating the earth with animals and men. epimetheus was given a supply of gifts to bestow upon the animals but exhausted them before he was able to provide any to his brother’s masterpiece, mankind. as a result, his brother was forced to steal fire from heaven to arm them and was ultimately arrested and bound to a stake on mount kaukasos, where an eagle was set to feed upon him for eternity. pandora, the first woman, was created by zeus in his anger, allegedly as a means to deliver evil into the house of man. after she arrived and lifted the lid of a jar entrusted to her by the gods, thereby releasing a plague of harmful daimones to trouble mankind. epimetheus lived on, doomed to witness how his foolishness and lack of forethought destroyed those he loved.

manifested ability: an exceptional ability to interact with and calm wild animals, as well as the ability to persuade others to make impulsive decisions with little effort.

locked ability: the ability to communicate telepathically with sacred animals and call upon them for protection from attack, perceive a person’s past regrets through physical touch, and reduce meticulous thought and concentration in others, making them less capable of formulating coherent plans and more likely to make poor decisions.

#eternal! intro #hi everyone!!#like this if you'd like to plot

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volqris · 7 months

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[TCOTMIP]

Set in a world adjacent to the minecraft universe—the universe is watched over by two divine figures called “the eons”. In the beginning, the eons were the only ones in existence, that is until they grew lonely and wanted to share the beauty of existence with creations of their own.

The eons created “the first walkers”, immortal subjects that were gifted with remarkable abilities called “mezmur”—or “magic”, if you will. Each of these first walkers were unique and incredibly different in their own way. One of them possessed vast feathery wings as dark as the night itself and could wilt flowers wherever she walked, or another could possessed cat-like features and could see in the dark.

The eons loved the first walkers very much, creators to their creations, mother/father to their spawns. The eons grew lonely in their divine standing and decided to gift the first walkers with not only divine capabilities of their own, but lesser subjects—mortals that they could rule over.

With the coming of mortals—or “illagers”, they were simple humans or people that didnt possess any grandiose or special abilities or features, they were simply made for the first walkers to rule over.

The eons decided to award the first walkers with titles of “gods” and “goddesses”, to mark and immortalize their divine capabilities. The title god or goddess would not be born unto first walkers, theyd have to earn the title—by killing the previous holder of the god title.

For instance, the first god of the moon was someone named luarna—however, she was killed by iphito who then is claimed as the now new god of the moon. The ichor for whoever holds the title of moon god is a glowing moon emblem on their forehead.

“Ichor” is the intricate markings or emblems that culminate themselves on the bodies of all the gods and first walkers. It can look widely different depending on who it is. Every being including illagers possesses ichor, however it is only visible to the eye when its a first walker or a god.

Whenever someone kills a divine being or another first walker, they grow a painful set of horns that sprout from their skull that always causes them pain—a permanent reminder for the wearer of the sin they’ve committed for murdering a fellow divine.

All of the current first walkers and gods or goddesses that are still alive have horns, theyve all murdered someone divine in their long life times.

If an illager were to murder a god, curiously enough they would not recieve the god title themselves as they arent immortal, however they would recieve the title “demigod”.

The gods and goddesses decided to change and morph the illagers in their own likenesses—creating races and diversity based on themselves. Races like enderborns, aetherborns, bloomborns, dragonborns, ect.

The end was a place created by pandora—the goddess of death, originally intended as a place for the mortals to go to after they pass away, however some mortals grew greedy and greedy with their new mezmur abilities and attributes and yeared for more power and grew hateful. They grow so hateful and so powerhungry, they end up mutating into abominations with blackened skin and elongated limbs, looking nothing human-like and more alien like with unhingable jaws and losing their sentience—of which are now called “endermen”. In pandoras sympathy, she sends most of the endermen to live in the end.

Theres an old legend that between the realms of the overworld and the nether, there lies another realm at the very end of existence itself, called The End. The end is where all enderman in the overworld originally come from, either having fleed from the reign of the end or accidentally leaked out from the mythical end portal that connects the overworld and the end. In myths, endermen are said to speak in whats known as “endrian”, which is the forgotten language that enchantments are comprised of however untranslatable to anyone that isnt versed in endrian. Its said that within the end lives the existence of dragons—called the ender dragons. Dragons in this universe are all immortal and have a different system, they are born without horns on their head and gain a pair of horns for every other immortal they slaughter—the horns burst from their skulls painfully as a permanent reminder of their sins for slaughtering their fellow half-gods. The end is ruled over by the ender dragon monarchy, of whom they abide by their twisted and demented traditions of when its time for an heir to take the throne, they slaughter their mother to gain their first pair of horns—in dragon culture, horns are a symbol of strength and hierarchy.

The ender dragons are notorious for being one of the most powerful dragons in existence, capable of breathing a special kind of fire that burns in violet—a thousand times hotter than normal fire and never goes out. Special scales that are impenetrable and can slice through anything, the only thing that can pierce their scales are their own scales.

End dragons gain a pair of horns when they slay their first immortal, generally end dragons only have one pair of horns when they kill their mothers as a coronation ceremony, however the current ender dragon prince: Hero, had two pairs of horns before he was even crowned king.

Heros behavior was always concerning since his birth, he loved torturing the poor endermen and was a little too fond of the immense power he held. One day while wandering around the end, he noticed an enderman that strangely enough seemed sentient.

The goddess of love gifted this sole enderman with sentience with the sheer wish and hope that its existence can help teach hero the value and meaning of kindness and love.

A key part of what makes an enderman an enderman—besides their blackened and awfully tall alien looking apprarance—was their inability to really think for themselves, permanently stuck in a flayed animalistic hivemind state.

This enderman in particular seemed to be jumpy and meek—they could speak in common tongue. Hero found them intriguing and offered them a place in his castle for his own strange reasons. Hero was still quite cruel and mean to them, however it was undeniable hero developed the most miniscule and smallest of soft spots for the enderman—Acarion, was their name.

whenever someone kills a god they become the god of said thing, and prior to being crowned king, hero killed two gods. The first-was the god of the moon, which in turn made heros powers immensely stronger at night and crowning hero w a silly lil moon on his forehead that always glows. The second-the goddess of war. As an enderdragon, hero was already powerful beyond belief however hero was bloodthirsty and greedy, always wanting more.

Hero was a very unempathetic and deeply sociopathic being, the thought of love makes him scorn and he thinks it will hinder him, so he vows to kill the goddess of love so noone can feel it bc hero is evil. Miss goddess of war was slay in love w goddess of love, and she couldnt bear the thought of hero killing her gf, so goddess of war disguises herself as love and right before hero kills her, she begs the real goddess of love to grant hero with the ability to love so hero would have something to lose. Hero kills the goddess of war and is angry but ultimately satisfied with his new abilities. The goddess of loves grants one of the enderman the gift of sentience after watching accarion perform an act of kindness of moving a bunny across a river.

Acarion likes hero alot even tho he’s an extremely sour personality and probably one of the worst people on earth, but acarion was still unbelievably fond of him. Overtime, hero grew more powerhungry and tyrrinical because he wantsto expand his empire and he was a little too

happy killing the old ender dragon monarch (however hero always had a hobby out of murder and terrorrizing innocents) so acarion makes the very difficult choice

to backstab hero like literally and they fight and its cool but accarion cuts heros head off LOL and hero 'dies' and accarion actually interestingly enough gains a pair of horns from killing hero, and his chest cavities fill up w the moon gods emblems, except instead of a moon acarion gets stars bc accarion isnt born an immortal so they become like a demigod Meaning theyre not as powerful as a normal god.

Accarion leaves the end and seals the end portal w enchantments bc they were paranoid hero was gonna come back so they enchant nulling enchantments so hero wouldnt be as powerful.

sealing away heros immortal spirit in a dragon-egg, putting enchantments over it so that if hero somehow escaped, the majority of his dragon powers would be sealed off. The egg containing heros spirit was untouched for many centuries until one day a group of teens from the overworld thought it would be fun to try and summon the mythical ender dragon they heard so many tales about. Heros immortal spirit whispered to the teens to sacrafice one of their friends, and the teens idiotically obeyed, not taking it seriously until they watched their friendscream in agony and horror as hero was given access to posses the poor girls body, the teens couldnt do anything but watch as dragon-like horns, tail and wings painfully spring out from the girls body. When the possessed human finally opened her eyes, the scelera were black and the pupils were heros signature enderdragon violet, the human was nothing more than a corpse vessel now as hero had fully possessed it.

Hero killed the rest of the teenagers mercilessly and ate the flesh off of each one of them, as for hero to keep control over the corporeal vessel he has to regularly consume the blood or people. From the power of gaining a corporeal vessel, Hero is now in the overworld with the personal mission to bring power back in the end.

The entirety of the overworld and the aether disdain hero and the ender dragon remarkably, acarion tries their best to live in hiding, peace and quiet away from trouble as noone in the overworld knows about their connection with hero—however they accidentally capture the attention of the court of swords, a group of individuals that want hero permanently dead. In a panic, acarion agrees to help them with the knowledge that they actually sealed off hero, however they are horrified when in the middle of a court of swords investigation, acarion stumbles upon heros ressurected body wandering aimlessly in the overworld. In a panic, as acarion doesnt want the court of swords to know heros alive and in the overworld as they want him dead—acarion tries their best to hide hero and mask him from mortal eyes who would faint at the sight of heros draconic features.

[SO VERY, VERY INCREDIBLY SUBJECT TO CHANGE.]

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yum-grass · 9 months

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Theodore means ‘gift of god’ or ‘a gift from the gods’ depending

And if you don’t believe me you can:

1. Look it up

2. Trust me bro

3. Listen to my little etymology(the science and study of words and their origins) lecture

So if you know Greek mythology, read the battle of the labyrinth or know any ancient Latin-esk languages you may know that the word

‘Pan’

Means all

And so if you look at pandora you can see it is made up of at least two words/segments

‘Pan’ and ‘Dora’

And if you look at her myth (and the origins of most names in Greek mythology books)

You will know that she is responsible for you depression along side others

BUT

You will also see that she was left with a gift of all things evil by Hermes/mercury who wanted to take a nap among other things

So her name ruffly translated to “all gift” or “gift of all”

So if we know that we know that ‘dore’ and ‘Dora’ translate to ‘gift’ or possibly ‘present’ but the first is more plausible

And if you don’t believe me you can:

1. Look it up

2. Trust me bro

And on the flip side

If you look at the -olagys (etamolagy, dolorolagy(study of pain), etc) you can see that

Theology is the study and science of gods,

But if that doesn’t float your boat than

Take a quick look at

the theogony

The way the gods where born

So we can all kind of agree that the pro- in progeny (meaning children and adding to the ‘how the god where BORN’ part

Of it) is a prefix right and I know waht you probably saying

“But than the leftover is ‘geny’! Not ‘gony’!🤬👺👹‼️”

And whelk I do hear you I also hear something in the distance

��🏿👂🏾👂🏽👂🏼👂🏻👂🦻🏿🦻🏾🦻🏽🦻🏼🦻🏻🦻

🎶a, e, I, o, u, and sometimes yyyyyyyyy🎶

YOU KNOW WHAT THAT IS

iTS THE FUCKING VOWEL SONG YOU HEATHENS

*deep breath*

It’s the vowel song and the interesting thing about them is they change over time

In Greece thay use more e’s and c’s(grEECE I mean come on bro it’s in the name !litaraly!)

In Italy they use more i’s, o’s and y’s (I-tal-I-an-O even in the English version I-tal-Y)

And in English we use mostly e’s, y’s, i’s and o’s (don’t believe me go re-read this exact sentence and see how many of them you can spot)

So the difference between

‘geny’ and ‘gony is simply

Greece vrs Rome

and a little bit of time

So during this we con concluded that

Theo> god/gods

Dore/Dora>gift/gifts

And with proper sentience structure we get:

Theodore> gift of god/ a gift from the gods/ a gift from god

Thank you for reading my essay

#etymology classes from grass #shit post #Theodore #Theo #theology #the gods #greek mythology #greece #ancient rome #Rome #Italy #entomology

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ghostlight-express · 1 year

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Y'ALL I JUST HAD AN EPIPHANY RE: GELIDIA AND THE TIME LOOP ULTRA BEAST THING

(And I'm kinda almost completely reworking their character as a result)

Okay so in trying to figure out UB-Ouroboros, even though time loops are a fairly recent trope/narrative device (at least according to the minor research I've done), there are examples of similar things in ancient stories. For example, Prometheus: as punishment for giving fire to human, Prometheus is bound to a rock, and an eagle is sent to eat his liver, which would grow back overnight only to be eaten again the next day. Prometheus is essentially stuck in a time loop!

So! Gelidia could be an analogue of Prometheus, and the UB could be a mix of Zeus and Aion (the latter being a god of time, particularly cycles).

So the UB could be electric/dragon type, and maybe Gelidia was a member of the Ultra Recon Squad but tried to capture this UB in the hopes that it could bring back light to their world. Unfortunately, an Ultra Wormhole opened up and took both of them to the pokemon world.

I kinda want to change what Gelidia's partner pokemon is to a fire type. As funny as it is to just have a shiny Mew, thematically, I think they should have a fire type.

And maybe instead of having landed in Kanto, they actually landed in Area Zero. Maybe to keep just a tinge of humor, their partner pokemon could be an Iron Moth they just kept following them around (which in canon, that pokemon is known to do).

UB-Ouroboros hates Gelidia for trying to capture it, as well as being caught by an Ultra Wormhole and taken to another world, so it puts Gelidia in time loops as an attempt to torture her. Unfortunately, they landed on opposite sides of the world, so it uses all it's energy just focusing on putting Gelidia in time loops and can't prevent Gelidia from breaking out of them. It is slowly but surely attempting to hunt her down to put her in a permanent loop.

Gelidia's short term memory still sucks, but I think I will have it that they do remember bits and pieces of their home world, so they are aware from the start that they're an alien.

They both possessive and generous at the same time. If they buy or are given something, they will despise anyone who tries to take it away; however, if asked for something, there's a good chance they'll let you borrow or keep it (depending on how attached they are to it).

Despite their very sensitive skin & being prone to heat sickness, Gelidia loves to spend time outside in the sun. While part of them yearns for the home they had before, they don't really want to leave this world.

They still enjoy reading romance novels and work as a cashier at Chansey Supply in Mesagoza, but figuring out how they ended up in this world is kinda on the back burner. They are just vibing. *cue that tweet that says "I was put on this earth to do one thing. Luckily I forgot what it was so I can do whatever I want"*

Edit: okay upon further research I may also try to sneak some references to Pandora in Gelidia as well since she was also part of the retribution for Prometheus stealing back fire for humanity (and Pandora is just one of those figures that I'm fond of). Might do this more with Gelidia's design, as Pandora was dressed in a silver gown and veil, although Hermes giving Pandora "lies and crafty speech" and a "deceitful nature" lends itself to Gelidia love for white lies. Plus if you look at pre-Hesiodic myth, Pandora was a giver of gifts, rather than the receiver she's shown as by Hesiod. This duality also lends itself to Gelidia being both possessive generous.

So Gelidia is both Prometheus (the thief who brought a gift to humanity & was punished for it) and Pandora (a controversial figure, known for bring evil to mankind but is not the villain she's often painted to be). Gelidia wished to help her people with a grand gift, only to fail and be sent to another world & punished. I could also put as, she sees herself as Prometheus (as hero unjustly punished) whereas UB-Ourboros sees her as Pandora (bringer of bad things).

Also, unrelated to all that, toying with the idea that rather than being half blind, Gelidia suffers from bouts of temporary blindness due to a rare disease but I'm not 100% sure yet. Idk how to justify it beyond "I felt like it", but the half blind thing also feels just tacked on (which it kinda is, to justify having her hair cover one eye).

#gelidia #UB-Ouroboros #ramble

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📜 please!

(Aaa thank you so much!! I'm such a huge fan of the Leda 'verse I'm having a Moment)

11. 📜 - Favorite myth/fairytale/folklore?

This is a tough one for me, I love mythology and have been studying it/learning about it in some way (mostly Greek) for ~15 years so this might get a little long.

My first instinct is to say the Rape of Persephone, the story of her first descent into the underworld. I have a tattoo dedicated to her and her roles as both Queen of the Underworld and Goddess of Spring (I'm doing a whole sleeve of mythological tattoos) as it has spoken to me in a lot of different ways over the years, I really love looking at the recent (5-10 years) changes in how the story is contextualized. The change from the common understanding being explicitly a rape or kidnapping of Persephone by Hades to her willingly entering the Underworld/wanting to stay there with Hades is something I find really intriguing, especially in conjunction with the similar change in the story of Medusa- going from her seducing Poseidon to him outright raping her in the Temple of Athena, from her being a monster and punished to her transformation to a Gorgon being a blessing and a way to protect herself from men.

I would have to say though that my favourite myth is Pandora's Jar (it would have been a storage jar, not a box). It's the first story I ever learned from Greek mythology and has stuck with me for a lot of reasons beyond that.

Pandora was created by the gods to be a gift to the humans after Prometheus shaped the new age out of clay to repopulate the earth, for whom he later stole fire from the gods. Zeus, along with Hepheastus, Aphrodite, and Hermes, created and blessed Pandora with beauty and cunning with Zeus giving her the final gift of curiosity. Before she was brought down to earth to be a bride for Epimetheus, Prometheus' younger brother, Zeus gave her a jar and instructed her never to open it, no matter what.

The jar, of course, was filled with all the miseries of man that we know today. When she opened the jar they all flew free, save for Hope, which was stuck under the rim of the jar and trapped when Pandora slammed the lid shut. She does eventually reopen the jar, allowing hope free, and giving us that which can be a light in times of darkness.

Pandora and Epimetheus' daughter, Pyrrah, later marries Deucellion and the pair become the only two humans to survive the great flood and are then tasked with repopulating the earth.

I could go on for hours about the path these stories take and I probably will at some point, but this is already incredibly long.

Thank you so much for the ask!

Ask Game

#asks #lav rambles #mythology #yes im going to be studying theology at school how could you tell #someone ask me about the birth of venus by nicolas poussin #ive got a literal ted talk on it

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mikeyinnit · 3 years

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tale as old as time

Pairing: Technoblade x GN!Reader

Summary: You’ve always wanted adventure, so you left your home. One day you meet the infamous Blood God and think that he might be what you’ve been waiting for.

Word Count: 1.2k words

Notes: Way less Beauty and the Beast inspired than initially planned, so I’m definitely willing to revisit this idea and make one that’s closer if people are interested in that! I just really wanted to make sure I get something out for you guys today <3

Tagging: @angstyx

Villages were usually thought of to be close knit communities, people living and working together and starting families. It was bullshit. At least, that’s true for yours. Your village didn’t love you, it was obvious to everyone around. You weren’t like them, the librarian liked you because you checked out books often but those books being your preferred company made you sort of an outcast among them. Honestly? You didn’t really care. This place wasn’t where you were planning to spend the rest of your days, you were going to leave one day and have the exact adventures you’ve read about. Farming and starting a family with someone you didn’t love sounded awful.

Once you collected enough money from different jobs around town, you were ready to go. The librarian let you keep a book as a parting gift, you chose the worn out copy of Greek myths you’ve read time and time again. With that, you said goodbye to the only home you ever knew and set off for your own great adventure.

While you traveled, you heard other tales, legends of a man called the ‘Blood God’ and the terror he inflicted on people. You weren’t even sure they were true, it sounded like something from a story that was made to keep children from misbehaving. But there were enough villages that spoke of him that you were beginning to think there may have been something to the tale. It wasn’t long before you met the man yourself.

It had been some time now since you’ve come across another village, and your horse was growing tired, so you swung your leg over to get off and found a tree to have some shelter for the night. While your life hasn’t necessarily been as exciting as the books you loved so much, it was better than being stagnant in a place that didn’t want you there.

Unfortunately, your wish for a good night’s rest couldn’t be fulfilled, as a large group of zombies found you. You had some experience defending yourself against one or two of the monsters but you didn’t have enough weapons or skill for a whole horde of the undead. On the other hand, you were fortunate, because a stranger with long pink hair seemingly appeared from the shadows and gave you a hand with the zombies. And by a hand, you mean he completely slaughtered them in no time. Needless to say, you were impressed.

“Thank you, you really saved my life.”

The man seemed almost uncomfortable with the gratitude, or maybe he was uncomfortable with speaking to strangers, as he just looked at you and nodded in response. But it didn’t deter you in the slightest as you held out your hand with a large grin, almost as if you hadn’t just been nearly killed moments ago. “My name is Y/N.”

This time, the savior at least gave a verbal response, “Technoblade.”

There was something about that name that seemed familiar, you certainly haven’t met him before, but you still couldn’t shake that feeling. Seeing that he won’t return the hand, you let it fall by your side silently. “What are you doing here? Most people would be inside their homes at this time of the night.” Granted, you weren’t, but you also didn’t have a home currently so you had an excuse.

“I had things to do.”

And with that, the tall man moved to leave. His work here was done, he wasn’t even planning on stopping but he wasn’t going to ignore a zombie horde in his path. You just happened to be there and couldn’t take them all on your own. Before you could even say a goodbye, the stranger was gone and you were alone with your horse once more.

But shortly after he left, you noticed something on the ground where Technoblade stood minutes before. It was a book, one similar to your own, full of tales of Greek Heroes. You knew you wouldn’t want to lose your book forever, so you tried to follow him. You saw the direction he left in and figured he couldn’t have been too far ahead, continuing to follow the path straightforward until you came across a large castle. Dark and towering with seemingly no light inside, it was one that could be considered terrifying to most, especially at night, but to you it just looked beautiful. The building was like a present waiting to be opened, you weren’t sure what was inside or even if the man you were following was here, but you didn’t feel any fear as you pushed the door open. The creak was loud and surely would have caught the attention of anyone, or anything, inside.

Luckily, it did.

Unluckily, this attention was the man who had saved your life earlier tonight holding a crossbow aimed straight at you.

“Why did you follow me?”

For the first time tonight, you figured out why that name was familiar. Technoblade, otherwise known as the Blood God. This was the man that had countless stories told about him, all full of the pain he’s brought and people he’s killed. But he also saved you for no real reason and carried around a book of Greek Heroes. Even with this new knowledge that he will not hesitate to pull that trigger, you still weren’t afraid of him. You couldn’t really say why when you had every reason to fear him, there was just something about this man that was just like the castle the two of you were in. Most people would say it looks scary and wouldn’t want to be near it but you felt the opposite. Soon you finally snapped yourself out of your thoughts and spoke, your gaze trained on him the entire time, “You dropped your book. Yours looks more worn out that mine so I figured you wouldn’t want to miss it.”

The crossbow stayed on you for a few moments while Technoblade considered your words, it helped that you had the book in your hand to confirm your story. Finally, he lowers the weapon and just murmurs a simple thanks as he takes the worn leather book from your hands.

“Which one is your favorite?”

The question made him pause, and you took that pause to continue speaking. “Or at least a favorite. I know it’s hard to have just one, I usually go with Pandora’s Box but I love Orpheus and Eurydice too.”

There was an expression on Technoblade’s face and you couldn’t figure out what it was. He wasn’t used to people casually talking to him and while it was more of their preference than his own, he didn’t mind the solitude. Not only did you follow him just to return his book, you were staying to ask questions even after he nearly killed you. None of this was normal. But something about him didn’t hate it, so he indulged you for the night. You two spoke all night, sharing your favorite Greek myths and discussing the different versions you’ve found.

Before you even realized, it was daytime. You had spent the entire night talking with a near stranger who had a very dangerous reputation. And it was the best night of your life. You were getting ready to leave, feeling like you overstayed your welcome and that Technoblade would probably want to get back to whatever he was going to do before you showed up. Before you could open the door, his hand grabbed your arm.

“You don’t have to go yet , Y/N.”

And you didn’t hesitate to step away from the door. One more day with the Blood God couldn’t hurt, in fact, one could even consider it an adventure.

#dream smp x reader #techno x reader #technoblade x reader #dreamsmp x reader #techno x you #technoblade x you #dsmp x reader #dsmp x you #dream smp x you #dreamsmp x you #mikey's writing

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HOLD UP BC IT SEEMS FANDOM NEEDS A QUICK MYTHOLOGY LESSON...

ranboo referred to himself as pandora in the stream by saying “I’ve opened Pandora’s box and I don’t know what to do, there’s no way to close it”

now, Pandora is from Greek mythology, and she is known for the myth “Pandora’s Box”

i think majority of fandom knows who she was but I don’t think a lot of you actually know the whole myth...

— pandora was a creation of the gods, and she was meant to punish the human race after Prometheus stole fire from the heavens and introduced it to humanity.

— while the gods were creating her, they specifically made it so that she was curious

— they then sent her down to earth to Prometheus‘ brother, and presented her as a gift. the two fell in love and got married.

— when she was first brought to earth, in Pandora’s hands was a box, that they had advised pandora not to open telling her that it would be to dangerous to do so

— she, obviously (since the gods had created her to do so), couldn’t stay away and one night she went to where the box was hidden and opened it

— from the box were released all the sickness and troubles in the world

— things were looking really bad for Pandora by this point, but when she looked inside the box one last time, she saw that there was still something inside

— in the bottom of the box was hope, and hope told Pandora that she could release her (using gendered terms cause that’s how Greek works) if humanity gave up.

— Pandora didn’t release her and so humanity managed to survive all the terrible things that Pandora had released

THE MORAL OF THE STORY ISNT CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT, ITS THAT EVEN IN THE WORST OF TIMES THERE IS HOPE

most of the people I’ve seen talking about this don’t seem to know the last part of the myth so I thought I should let you know

(I might make a post about what this means in relation to ranboo later but basically if ranboo is Pandora and the prison is Pandora’s vault that means that the only thing in the prison wouldn’t actually be the bad things, since they would have already left ((think how everyone who visits leaves)), it would be hope which means that dream might be important to the plot in a way we haven’t thought about yet ((also think about how Tommy has said he would have given up with life a long time and that the only reason he keeps going is to kill dream))

#ranboo #dreamwastaken #dream smp #I’m greek so I did this in school for a long time #I know what I’m talking about #mcyt #tubbo #micheal dsmp #just let them be happy tag

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angeloncewas · 3 years

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The potential foreshadowing of "Pandora's Vault."

If you're unaware, the prison's (official? other? referential?) name is "Pandora's Vault," and it's based on "Pandora's box," another thing from Greek mythology.

Pandora was woman who was a gift from the gods - or a curse, depending on how you look at it. The gods were angry at Prometheus, who'd stolen fire from them and brought it back to mankind, so they created her and gave her to his brother.

She, given extraordinary curiosity, decided to open the box (it may have been a jar, but the point stands) she was repeatedly told not to. That action released all of the evils in existence into the world.

"Hope," meanwhile, was kept trapped.

So, how does this apply to the Dream SMP?

Tommy brought to the people "attachments." He made them more human, more inclined toward things like survival due to their sentiment. As Dream explained it, only after Tommy did people actually begin to care. He "changed the world" so to speak.

Dream is supposedly the one thing wrong with the server, all of its problems tucked into one neon-green package. Evil is kept in Pandora’s box; he's kept in Pandora’s vault.

You see where I'm going with this?

The box is there from the start of the myth. If Tommy is the one who brought fire to mankind and Dream is the one who's trapped - someone, "Pandora," has to be too curious and let him out.

And some symbol of hope will end up taking his place.

The phrase "Pandora's box" is described to mean, "any source of great and unexpected troubles" or "a present which seems valuable but which in reality is a curse."

I wonder (with little basis) if a revived Wilbur is gonna be the one to let him loose.

Dream's powers of resurrection seem like a good thing, but what happens when the person (people? Glatt?) he revives are more than the characters bargained for?

Dream himself is an expected trouble, but he can easily bring about the unexpected.

#dream smp #pandoras vault #dreamwastaken #tommyinnit #angel analyzes

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Fic Writer’s Round Up: 2020

I was tagged by wonderful friendos @in-arlathan, @noire-pandora, @faerieavalon, @pinkfadespirit, @tevivinter, and @serial-chillr! Thank you so much, it was so interesting to see what you've been up to this year <3

2020 was a ride from start to finish and I considered not doing this at first because frankly, I wasn't particularly happy with my output this year, but I decided to give it a go and I was pleasantly surprised! This year has had a lot of ups and downs for me and there were plenty of times when I had a hard time putting words on the page, while others I couldn't stop. I've written primarily for Dragon Age and The Song of Achilles, and a little bit of Castlevania. In the below breakdown I've included all the fics I’ve written solo, both my published stuff as well as those that I plan on publishing in the near future (for my lengthier works, I’ve only included the chapters written in 2020):

Aran belongs to @oftachancer!

I don't know if you noticed the ~50k words of deleted stuff, but that was an entire arc that I wrote for A World With You, but decided it wasn't good enough so I scrapped and rewrote it. Those long gaps between updates this year? Yeah. That was it. I normally don't include deleted scenes in my overall wordcount but I decided to add this out of spite because it was a lot of hard work and it may or may not have had me sobbing into my coffee once or twice. Anyway. MOVING ON.

I also co-wrote A LOT with my friendo @oftachancer this year! It all started with a Modern AU one-shot of Aran and Tristan as college roommates, which then derailed into an epic adventure of about 250,000 words (placeholder title: Never Let Me Go) as well as a prequel of about 180,000 words of the boys before they went to college, which is currently being published on AO3 (Playground Love). We also published a smutty one-shot for Kinktober (Tea and Corsets). I love those boys so much, and I’m excited to write more of them. I have also co-written a few scenes for the Band!AU @oftachancer and @midnightprelude have been working on, which has been so much fun and I look forward to writing more! So, total wordcount for co-written stuff is approximately 445,000 words, not including a couple one-shots that we’ve written and posted on Tumblr and I’m too lazy to track down now, or others that haven’t been published yet but will soon!

New Things I Tried This Year:

Co-writing two massive, novel length fics was definitely a first, I had a lot of fun world-building with @oftachancer, and it gave me the opportunity to develop some of my OCs that had been lurking in my mind for a really long time. I also started writing for a new fandom, TSOA, and that has definitely been a highlight in my year. I grew up reading the Iliad and ancient greek myths, and to see them brought to life was very rewarding. It has also been a lot of fun finding ways to integrate ancient greek lore in my works, I really love it!

Fic I spent the most time on: A World With You, although Playground Love and Never Let Me Go are close seconds!

Fic I spent the least time on: To Build A Home. I wrote it in only a couple sittings after finishing Season 3 of Castlevania because I had so many feels! Chapters 1 and 2 of High-Flying Birds were also written on my phone in less than an hour, because again I was overwhelmed with feels after finishing The Song of Achilles.

Favourite things I wrote: I am really proud of everything I’ve written this year, especially since it was such a stressful year and writing gave me a much needed escape! But I'm going to choose a few highlights, purely based on the satisfaction they gave me while writing, and how often I've gone back to reread them (does anyone else do that?? Lol): Viper in Tall Grass, because I enjoyed the heck out of writing in the Witcher Universe. Chapter 2: Thorn, from High Flying Birds, which was one of those scenes that practically wrote themselves and I still like the way it turned out. Lastly, Chapter 28: The Prodigal Son and Chapter 29: In Water Waist Deep from AWWY. They were both really challenging to write but in the end they were worth it and I personally feel it’s some of my best writing yet. I always get emotional when I go back to reread them.

Favourite Things I Read: I’ve read a lot of published fiction this year, but not near as much fanfiction as I would have liked! I mentioned some of the fics I’m currently reading and loving in this post, but I’m going to make a more detailed fic rec post soon, so keep an eye out for that!

Writing Goals for next year: My primary goals for 2021 are to finish AWWY and High-Flying Birds so I can start working on some projects I’ve been wanting to post forever, but apart from that, I have no goals other than to have fun writing, and perhaps participate in more fic exchanges and challenges!

This post is terribly long (I’m usually rather quiet unless someone asks me to talk about my fics, and then I can’t shut up lol), but I want to thank every single person that has liked, reblogged and commented on my work, you guys are the best and there’s nothing like a comment or a thoughtful tag to make me want to create more!

I also want to give a special shoutout to @solas-disapproves, @in-arlathan, @midnightprelude, @tessa1972 and @oftachancer for being the lovely, inspiring people that they are, and for gifting me with wonderful fanart or fanfic this year that made me want to melt in a puddle, as well as to @tenmeooo-thefangirltrash for translating High Flying Birds to Vietnamese! (Check it out here) Thank you all so much, your friendship and support has meant the world to me ;w;

I’m sure that everyone has done this already, but I’m still going to tag @pikapeppa, @schoute, @schattengerissen, @zuendwinkel, @elveny, @fandomn00blr, @dafan7711, @dalish-rogue, @jeannedarcprice, @nug-juggler, @kittimau and @lavellanvibes for art or writing, because I always love seeing what you’ve been up to! If you’ve made it to the end of this humongous post, please consider yourself tagged, and tag me back so I can see your work too!

CHEERS, AND ON TO 2021!! <3

#fic roundup #dragon age #dorian pavus x trevelyan #pavelyan #the song of achilles #patrochilles #tsoa #castlevania #trevor x sypha #dragon age fanfiction #johaerys writes

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