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greekbros · 3 years

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"greek-Bros: Character Headcanons prt2: The Boys ™️"

Heracles:

He is literally the 2nd strongest individual in all of Greece. The first is Atlas and the 3rd is Dionysus.

Every single thing that has happened to him is canon. The labors, the romantic nights of crossdressing when he was a slave, everything. He doesn't give a flying fuck about what you think he did. There is a likely chance he may have done it, whether he wanted to or not.

He's the tallest and most heavily built of Zeus children. It continues to baffle Hera and Zeus how Heracles is so large. When he started to grow olders, Zeus was worried if Heracles was the "prodigal usurper" that would over throw him, but solved this by having more children.

Heracles doesn't have any weaknesses nor fears. This effectively makes him the biggest threat to.... literally every other devine entity.

He doesn't hate Hera. Oddly enough he is fully aware of her frustrating marriage, so as penance, he tries everything to help her with whatever ever meaningless task she wants him to do. He basically is an unwanted adopted son to her. On Hera's side, she despises him, and she equally hates the fact that he's even alive, but it breaks her heart everytime Heracles does something nice for her.

After years of enduring cruelty, he still doesn't hold a lot of ill will. It's just a part of his strength.

Inspite of his polite and stern demeanor he actually does have a short fuse, he just chooses when it would be inappropriate time to lose his temper.

He has been married 1 1/2 times. His first marriage was rather normal until Hera ruined it, he was "pretend" married to Queen Omphales when they were doing their thing, and is currently married to Hebe.

He's actually a big softy, when he smiles it's considered as rare as a blue harvest moon, it's just that his face is so muscular that his default expression is "resting death face".

He actually enjoys hanging out with his more powerful siblings with the main exception of Ares and Aphrodite. He considers Ares to be "too immature to fight him" and he's too much of a legendary dude bro to fuck Aphrodite, he just wants love not fuck.

He can be bashful at times, mostly when he is told to either display himself or flaunt. He became bashful after his year of slavery with Omphales. It was more of a time of discovering he genuinely may have some deepseeded issues and Omphales helped him out figure out his insecurities.

Perseus:

He's considered Zeus's favorite demi-child. Mostly because Zeus considers him a "little earthly version of Apollo". Perseus however dispises this comparison.

He's currently in his mid 30s, yet he's still concerned the greatest hero in all of Greece. In some arguments he's always compared to Heracles, much like how one would compare Superman and Batman.

If he had a voice actor, it would be William Defoe. He's gives off this vibe of an old school kind of man with a side of chill.

He isn't too proud of his status as a demigod. It all started when he had to kill Medusa. The thing is that Medusa was the more prettier sister of the three legendary Gorgons however she was also considered the kindest out of the three. So when he kept being pressured by not just the fact that he had to save his mother from the marriage she did not want, save Andromeda from a sea monster that was being sent to kill her, and extra pressure from the gods too reclaim his honor as the son of Zeus... He had to basically do something he really did not want. Little did he know at the time, there were other means to be successful in his mission, years later when he discovered this he had become disillusioned with the glorious image of being a demigod. This ended up affecting him personally, affecting his marriage and ultimately a motivation to continue his quest to be a hero for the sake of helping those who need it most...not for glory.

He has this charming tooth gap that he's had since he was young. It's a distinguishing feature that basically separates him from being compared aesthetically to Apollo. He's also has a little stubble, riddled with small scars and abrasions from his many battles.

He with do a background check on you and your request, he has had plenty of experience with people trying to take advantage of him. Being a man who is willing to do the job correctly and as best as possible, people tend to hire him in order to give rid of whatever creature is just mildly inconveniencing them.. a good example would be if a farmer notices there's a griffin nearby but the Griffin isn't doing anything so he hires Perseus to kill the Griffin so it doesn't kill the goats, Perseus will find every way to either remove the Griffin from location or the farmer himself. He tries nearly everything to make sure he doesn't end up killing anything in the end, ironically this is what makes him an effective hero.

He's currently divorced with andromeda, due to his own personal and our struggles it's affected his love life to an extent where he is considered emotionally distant or just uninterested in being married. he doesn't have any infidelity issues or anything he just genuinely lost his motivation as a person but regained the motivation to be a better hero. Turns out Andromeda was the one who was cheating on him, he doesn't have any ill will against her surprisingly and he can't blame her either.

He has a 5 year old daughter who lives with lives with Andromeda. He always finds a way to secretly stop by to say hi and give her a gift.

The only person he tolerates from Olympus is Hermes, he still seems to see him more as a mentor and older brother than anything. He has a more professional relationship with Athena but after the conflicting information both her and Poseidon gave him when he had to kill Medusa, he tends to be very cold to both gods.

You actually never had ambrosia until Heracles introduced it to him, that was the day when he was deemed a full strength demigod. He's still angry at that because he wanted to die in peace of old age or in battle. It's the only thing Heracles is genuinely remorseful for.

He actually sees Pegasus less like a pet and more like a really oddly shaped brother. Turns out after he dug further into the situation, he found out that technically Pegasus is a half brother. so he just has full blown conversations with a creature that can't respond to him in human language, nobody really understood it at first until he explained it to Heracles and only Heracles.. because he loves being spiteful that way.

Theseus:

This is although equally as handsome as many of Zeus's sons, he's probably the least intelligent. It's even argued that he's actually less intelligent than Ares.

He's a complete himbo, outside of his lack of intelligence, he's also extremely vain. Both Perseus and Heracles theorize that if it wasn't for the promise of marrying minos's daughter, he probably wouldn't have helped in the first place.

In between heracles, perseus, and the rest of Zeus's sons, he's the second shortest. The shortest is Hermes. Hermes continues to be any perpetual cycle of distress and mild apathy because of this.

He's also the top person on Dionysus's hit list. For abandoning Ariadne, Dionysus cursed him to consistently get attacked by random animals.. specifically leopards and or animals of the felide family. Theseus still hasn't any idea that his lack of animal magnetism is actually a curse.

He genuinely does not know Ariadne is still alive, he's convinced himself that she abandoned him or just went back home for some bizarre reason. It's also never occurred to him that he may have accidentally left her on an island, it is not known rather or not he actually abandoned her on purpose or just because of unbridled ignorance.

He's surprisingly resourceful for somebody who couldn't figure out how to get through the labyrinths correctly the first time, he actually took one turn before he went directly back to the entrance and tried his best to go any deeper but still went back to the entrance. His resourcefulness may come from Poseidon's side of the gene pool.

Ironically, Zeus actually has no idea if this one is even his kid. There's an ongoing rumor amongst the Olympians that Poseidon and Zeus may have accidentally slept with the same woman, unfortunately it is not known rather or not Theseus it really is Zeus's or Poseidon's son. The two brothers rather not fight over this because it really doesn't matter in the end.

Due to Theseus's self-righteous arrogance, many of his ventures usually results in his god-given resourcefulness helping him out. Most of his success is attributed to either giving himself all the credits or simply assuming that he actually did something. this angers Perseus and Heracles quite a lot actually. And oddly enough unlike the two, Theseus never actually had to do anything above simply appearing and "solving the problem". His most iconic triumph right next to killing the Minotaur, was actually slaughtering a few Amazons. Ares is till this day trying to formulate the worst and most painful way to kill Theseus.

He's actually a bit of a coward.

He maybe currently king of Athens, but mostly because Athena directly influences him from time to time. Apparently he doesn't have the mental fortitude to resist Athena's control. Good for her because he isn't a really good ruler.

Achilles:

He's the sturdy brother. Prior to his injuries, he actually was similar to Ares but he was a little more clever. He was the best warrior in his army and he was the assisting tactician.

Post injuries, he has lost an eye, Perseus had to amputate his messed up leg thus he had a prosthetic foot made by Hephaestus, and he two more mental injuries. PTSD from his battle at Troy and the brain damage from an arrow that went through his eye.

Because of his brain damage, he can speak in incomplete sentences. He also has outbursts of wrath and acts out his battles. When he's speaking in full sentences, he's going through a thing where he genuinely believes he's back to his old life, going as far as referring to anyone around him as people he use to know, this actually maybe a side effect of his ptsd. Heracles and Perseus are aware of these quirks of his and does their best to make it less problematic for Achilles.

It's been century since the downfall of Troy, after somehow surviving the process of death through means that even he can't remember, Achilles seems to be immortal in both senses of the word. He neither aged since the downfall of Troy and it doesn't seem that he died from his wounds like he should have. Because of his prolonged existence in the underworld, he has also gained the ability to see ghosts, unfortunately the others think he's just simply talking with "the ghost of his past" and think nothing else of it.

Hades actually wasn't aware of Achilles's existence in the underworld until many of the residents started complaining of disappearances. After some thorough investigations, Hades found him basically living feral in the more isolated portion of the underworld where it seems he was surviving off the flesh of anything that would come across his path. At first Hades tried to help him pass on, but Achilles had other plans so he battled Hades instead and survived. Hades may have won but he has a large scar on the base of thigh from his encounter.

His invulnerability didn't actually come from his mother dipping him in the river Styx, or at least that wasn't fully the way he could have became invulnerable. One actually has to consume a little bit of the River to become fully invulnerable. When Achilles was a child, he was just merely dipped in it thus it gave him invulnerability until his skin was broken by the arrows, when he found himself in the underworld, he couldn't find any fresh water so he drank from the Styx instead. That is when he became fully invincible to the point of godhood. Now he's arguably even more indestructible than Ares.

Achilles actually seems to be have been completely hardwired differently after his experience. He isn't a genius, but he does seem to find solutions to things in unexplained ways.

He sees Perseus and Heracles as proxy soldiers and brothers-at-arms instead of biological half brothers. Never having any knowledge of them until they rescued him from the underworld.

He REALLY doesn't like Poseidon and Ares, the interesting part is that he doesn't understand why. It's as if he can't remember why he hated them so much, he has a passing apathy twords Apollo. He also doesn't understand why occasionally Apollo stares him down like an angry dog, infact Apollo never really elaborated on the fact that it was Achilles who desecrated his Temple back at Troy. Many of the gods actually don't fully understand what is going on with Achilles with the exceptions of Hermes, Ares and Dionysus. Since all three gods understand how mortals physically work, they can sympathize with him. However, every time when Ares interacts with Achilles, it always seems to look like someone put two male honey badgers in the same room with a shiv and a pocket knife tied to their heads when they're done fight.

He's likes horses, he actually tries to talk to them like as if it was his fellow soldiers. In reality, many horses he talks to are actually reincarnated warriors from various parts of Greece. some have no memories of their past lives, and some are fully aware that they've been reborn into a completely different life. In some bizarre senses Achilles accidentally may have coined the idea that horses are just reincarnated soldiers who died in battle. Strangely enough it's the only set of individuals he has fully constructed conversations with instead of just incomplete sentences perfectly summarizing his thoughts.

Achilles knows how to use almost every single weapon you can give him and for some reason he can learn how to use a new weapon that he's never seen before in just a matter of minutes. This is because he apparently has really good muscle memory and half of the time he just accomplishes so many interesting things because of it.

He genuinely enjoys watching Hephaestus and hangout with him in his workshop. He likes the dimly lit but warm workshop, he find it far more comfortable than the cold and damp cavern he'd stayed in after he "died".

No one is certain how he even survived to begin with. Some of the rumors that have stemmed from this situation say a Fury took him in out of pitty and nursed him back to moderate health, to Eris being responsible for his survival.

He's surprisingly stubborn for somebody who may have lost 10% of his brain function, memory, and who consistently goes through War flashbacks much like an old veteran would. At this point basically he has the physical strength and energy of somebody in his mid-twenties but the demeanor and temperament of somebody in their late eighties. The only way you can coax him to do anything is to simply trade with him. This could be either new weaponry for him to practice with, or just a snack.

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katelynnwrites · 3 years

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pairing: Ezra Bridger x f!Reader

warnings: mentions of blood and injury as well as canonical tyle violence

word count: 1024

summary: Ezra wakes up from his bacta treatment in an unexpected state

A/N: set after season 4 finale

Febuwhump Prompt: ‘Who are you?’ (Day 12)

It was almost unbelievable, the sense of relief you had when you found Ezra’s unconscious body on the wreck of the Chimaera. He had been severely injured, cuts all over from the shattered glass, a blaster wound on his shoulder and hypothermia from exposure to space but he was alive.

The doctors at the medcenter had been amazed that he was still breathing, calling it a miracle. Sabine had just smiled and looking over at you, said it was simply Ezra keeping his promise to always come back to you.

You had honestly thought that everything was going to be okay from then on. Lothal was no longer being controlled by the Empire, Ezra’s injuries had been healed by an extensive stretch of time spent floating around in a bacta tank and the once invincible Empire had recently begun to fracture.

Until Ezra woke up and his first words were ‘Who are you?’

You had been sitting by his bedside, as you had been doing everyday since you had found him.

At first you didn’t notice anything had changed until his hand twitched on top of his covers.

Holding your breath, you watched as his eyelashes fluttered and his blue eyes met yours for the first time in a long long time.

‘Ezra?’ You softly say.

His eyes were wide and he frantically looked around the room.

‘Who are you?’

‘It’s me Y/n. I’m your girlfriend Ezra.’ You explain, your heart beating fast. He didn’t remember you?

‘I don’t have a girlfriend. Where am I?’ He says, his voice rising.

The door opens and the rest of the crew come in. Their faces light up and Hera smiles widely.

‘Ezra! You’re awake.’

Sabine immediately goes over to hug him and he flinches away.

‘He doesn’t remember us.’ Your voice cracks and tears fill your eyes as you look back at the blue haired boy. What if this was permanent? What if he never remembered you?

Zeb goes to get the doctor while Hera takes you out of the room. Sabine and Chopper stayed with Ezra who was understandably freaking out.

‘It is probably temporary Y/n. The doctors will sort it out.’ She reasons, rubbing circles into your back as you sob.

‘I can't lose him again Hera.’ Your voice trembles and Hera winces, remembering those few hours that they had searched for Ezra. You had barely held yourself together.

‘You won’t lose him Y/n. He loves you too much to leave you without putting up a good fight.’ Hera firmly tells you.

You let loose a shuddering breath and scrub the remaining tears from your face.

‘Okay.’

******

‘It’s likely a side effect of the long period of time he spent in bacta. It should resolve itself within a rotation.’ The medical droid explains, causing the entire crew to relax.

You feel hope well in your heart as you enter Ezra’s room. The boy was fiddling with the edges of his covers and looked up at you immediately.

There was an awkward pause before he asks, ‘The girl with the helmet and really colorful hair says that you really are my girlfriend.’

‘I am.’ You reply, slightly unsurely.

‘Can you tell me our story?’ He looks at you pleadingly and you nod, taking a seat beside his bed.

‘What do you last remember?’

‘Running a couple of odd errands to earn some credits before returning to the LothalNet tower.’

‘That was at least 3 years ago Ezra.’ You gently tell him and he blinks, shock crossing his face.

‘I met you when you tried to steal some crates of blasters from Kanan.’ You recall, smiling fondly at the memory.

‘Who’s Kanan?’

Your smile disappears and you swallow hard before telling him who Kanan was to him and what happened to him.

‘Oh. I’m sorry. He seemed like a good guy.’ Ezra genuinely says.

‘He was the best.’ Tears sting your eyes as you thought of your space dad.

‘We lived on the same ship, the Ghost for almost a cycle before you finally admitted your feelings for me. You were so shy and embarrassed about it.’ Giggling slightly, you recall his stammering and blushing.

‘Future me sounds so uncool.’ Ezra complains causing you to laugh.

‘Future you saved Lothal from the Empire.’ You say and he shakes his head slightly.

‘I know that she said I became a Jedi and summoned an army of space whales to help me but I still can’t believe I did that.’ Traces of doubt are clear in his voice and you take his hand in yours.

‘You are capable of so much more than you think you are. You joined the Rebellion and even earned the rank of commander.’ His eyes widen, causing you to smile a little. This Ezra seemed so much younger that the boy you knew. Still they shared many similarities.

‘Once, you woke me up in the middle of the night to watch the stars. You said your favourite constellation was the one of the Loth Wolf.’

‘It is.’ Ezra seemed amazed and you decide to tell him that he’s met Loth Wolves before.

‘No way. You’re kidding me. You have to be.’ The blue haired boy shakes his head in disbelief and you’re doubled over in laughter, assuring him that it’s real.

The rest of the day pass in a similar fashion, you and the rest of the remaining Ghost crew taking turns to tell him stories of his adventures.

******

‘I hope I wake up as your Ezra.’ He sincerely says, causing you to choke back a sob.

‘I can see why he fell in love with you. You’re everything I ever dreamed of.’ He admits and you swallow thickly, reaching out a hand to brush back his hair. It had grown out and was now almost as long as it used to be.

******

You stay by his side through the night and in the morning you’re awakened by the most beautiful sight.

Ezra’s bright blue eyes meet yours and now his first words are, ‘Hey love.’

Flinging your arms around him, you’re now absolutely sure that everything will be okay.

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lovenona · 3 years

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LONG ask ahead, sorry T^T

*arrives in a hurry after 2-3 days* *slow, appreciative clap at the ted talk* sweetie, have you got any idea how much i adore hearing you ramble about the creation process??? seeing the whole love and dedication you hold for the odyssey makes my day! (and nooo, i'm totally not reading it again bc i want to have all of it in mind for tomorrow and bc it inspires me to no end hahaha what do you mean :) )

here comes yet another question: what kind of powers do you possess to write so beautifully. your writing literally punches me in the gut every single time, even the simplest of things!! it's hauntingly beautiful and i'm living for it!

(and another one) how did you find out how the odyssey was going to end?

also, it's rambling time because i've been thinking. (i do that sometimes.) each chapter title is a reference to a greek myth, and, in particular, odysseus' myth (no clue if i've written his name right, i've always knew him as "ulysse" in my mother tongue ^^;). and so my brain went: oooh nice, greek lore ^^ and then: yo wait. hold up. which brings me here: analysing the chapter titles. (bear with me please, and feel free to ignore my enthusiastic rambling/correct me if i'm wrong which i probs will)

so first, we have the prelude. david and calypso. while i'm sure david has his importance it's almost 1 am as i'm typing this so i'm going to focus on calypso. poor nymph is stuck in an island because of the will of gods for a reason i've forgotten. but here's the catch: while she cannot leave, others can come to her (good ol' odysseus for instance) until they leave her all alone again. and the cycle unfolds again and again. which brings us to a nice parallel with reader's situation at the beginnig. she, after all, is stuck on an island with no way out but stories. comes the dilf supreme toji aka an odysseus of sorts, until he leaves her. so she's alone again. calypso there illustrates a passive state of sorts. she cannot leave, or so she thinks: while she wants to, we don't see her try per se until sukuna comes in.

ah yes. sukuna’s arrival. chapter title: neptune’s hands. Neptune, god of the seas, all powerful, also known as Poseidon absolutely terrifying if provoked — which is something Odysseus did! well, man is smart enough not to do it to his face. but he did stab a cyclope, which happened to be neptune’s son. son who swore to a haughty Odysseus that he’d pay for it. in consequence: instead of going back to Ithaca without that much of trouble, Neptune goes: nope mate, and promptly sabotage his return (with a storm who leads his ship astray if my memory is correct). Neptune serves as a catalyst in here, to properly start the action. and it so happens to be sukuna’s role! he is, as well, the one who starts reader’s journey — well, odyssey in this case ;) — by making her this offer. plus, if we consider reader as being calypso, a nymph, and sukuna as being Neptune, a god, it shows their difference in power. sukuna is a fearsome curse, captain whose name is enough to strike fear in the cruellest pirate, who can and will kill reader should he get bored of her. reader is but a printer’s apprentice, so weak compared to him it hurts.

ah, yes. the narcissus pool aka siren gojo, aka me simping so hard for this man I might squirt with the mere mention of him. yes, siren gojo is that powerful, feel free to lure me in with them baby blues sweetie *blows him a kiss* hem. anyway. long story short, an oracle said: if narcissus sees his reflection, he’ll die. people prevent him from seeing himself. ofc man is so handsome it hurts and has women and men alike running after him, including a nymph named echo. he rejects her. hera is somehow involved in the mess and makes it so that he stumbles upon a river and sees himself. entranced by his beauty, he desperately tries to reach himself and stays near the river until he dies. this one is a bit trickier (especially considering I’m writing this as I go with no coherent preparation whatsoever but damn if I’m not having fun). but. *proceeds to read it again* *sighs in ‘why the hell ain’t siren!gojo real pls sir take me’* anyway. it’s never mentioned in narcissus’ myth, but I’m pretty sure he was tempted to look at himself. at least once, considering he could wonder why on earth all those people kept falling for his looks. (or he could be pretty dumb. let’s say he isn’t) so he’s tempted by his own reflection. just like reader’s tempted to follow segsy siren gojo. he doesn’t up until hera is involved and ends up seeing his reflection. he falls. not literally, but in love — with his own self. here it’s different (and the reason why i’m strugglingTM to gather coherent thoughts). gojo is the very embodiment of this temptation — so he acts as narcissus’ reflection here. he’s the one seducing reader, the one luring her until she falls in the waters, just like narcissus did. she didn’t die though, unlike him. (thank you sukuna. I guess. yes I would’ve given my life for gojo to consume me in both ways and??) now, this is very simp-tainted (sorry bout that ^^;) and the thing I’ve noticed is this: narcissus isn’t a character in the og odyssey. could it be bc to my absolute despair, gojo’s not as much of an important character as sukuna and toji? only you know!

(the hades, psyche analysis comes in tomorrow *looks @ time* *sees it's 1 AM* well, later on! have a lovely night/day!)

- the LRE (who's very happy tumblr allowed her to do paragraph breaks/to have a pirate history book recommandation! thanks about that one btw, it'll come in handy for a ff of mine (yeah it involves pirate gojo))

wait this is so precious n thoughtful oh my gosh 😭 thoughts n vibes under the cut :’)

first of all THANK U!!!??? ur making me blush out here omg my hEART 😭

as for ur first question, ur SO SWEET n IM LOSING IT bye i genuinely don’t know i just scream and throw a bunch of commas and metaphors everywhere and somehow things happen 💀 i read a lot (english major vibes) and it’s very helpful because i tend to imitate writers/phrases/books that inspire me while i'm figuring out how i want to write !!

secondly: how did i figure out the ending of the odyssey??

answer: i think i just stumbled across this one 😭 i was brainstorming w my bestie (@/suedebunn) n she originally suggested a different version of the ending that i was like “oh wait” and then i played with it for awhile until i arrived at the version i have now ! i want to tell u more about how i arrived from point A to point B and what the process was but i will withhold because i am not giving anything away >:)

onto ur TITLE ANALYSIS!! this is SPECTACULAR! ur pretty much on the nose for all of them god damn i don’t have much to add :’) i’ll give u some of my takes tho!!

david and calypso – ur absolutely on the nose for the calypso aspect; david’s just a passing nod to the pirates of the caribbean portrayal of davy jones and the doomed relationship between him and calypso (mirroring the doomed relationship between toji and reader since he leaves them)

neptune’s hands – yes! yeah! sexy! pirate sukuna is being compared to a sea god!! also a minor teaser but sukuna’s hands are important symbolically ;-)

narcissus pool – ur brain is so big here god damn 🤲 narcissus is more of a loose reference to the idea of pride/ temptation and also hollowness/mirages (the emptiness of a reflection versus the tangibility of the real thing) so it’s not immediately a reference to the odyssey itself or even the myth (i'm taking creative liberties bye homer) but probably the best entity to use when describing gojo – the dichotomy between pride/emptiness is a lot more apparent in part 5

gosh thank u sm for this!! excited to see what u have next!!!!!!

#THIS IS SO SWEET #THANK U??!?!!!?!>!#THANKS FOR NOTICING TITLE IMPORTANCE #UR A REAL ONE #OMG!!!#letters to adele #the odyssey!#LRE anon

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agent-aurelie · 4 years

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I’ve had a lot of spare time on my hands recently between the nervous breakdowns and not working and I’ve been feeling super inspired by this fandom. I’ve been creeping through art tags and doing little writing exercises/drabbles inspired by different sketch dumps and fan art I’ve loved, and sometimes they’re okay enough to post.

The first one I’ll share is inspired by this post by @roninreverie of Resistance-era Jacen trying to recruit some new pilots for the cause. Hera is furious.

Thank you so much to @roninreverie for letting me gush over her work and share this little ficlet.

The Recruitment Holo (1538 Words, no beta)

Hera is still seething after her rant at Jacen when the hatch to her cabin hisses shut behind her.

She has always considered herself to be a good parent, even when things weren’t easy. And there were plenty of times across not one, but two galactic wars, when being Jacen’s mother was the furthest thing from easy. At the very least, she was an attentive parent, opting more often than not to carry her small son on her hip to everything from command briefings to X-Wing pilot training exercises. When it simply wasn’t safe to take her child with her, Sabine or Zeb would always outrank the other eager pilots who were more than willing to take a shift to watch General Syndulla’s son, and they’d travel from multiple systems to do it. Jacen had a wider support system than any child she knew, which is why his latest stunt was so kriffing stupid that Hera has to take stock in where things had gone so wrong.

She is glad she retreated to her cabin to calm down before confronting Poe Dameron, and then Lando Calrissian, both of whom Hera is absolutely positive had some influence in Jacen’s little filmmaking project. A few weeks back during a fairly grim briefing, Hera noted how dire their pilot situation was becoming - she recalled the early days of the Rebellion when finding cells to band together to defeat the Empire was daunting, stressful work. She never dreamed she’d have to do it twice in her lifetime, and the Resistance desperately needed pilots.

“We’ll figure it out, mom,” Jacen had said confidently that evening at dinner, “I can take Chop and the Phantom for a recruiting spin if we’re really that hard up?”

Her son is an adult now, a handsome, charming, talented pilot of an adult. He inherited all of the best parts of Kanan, his bravery, his tactical mind, his good looks (for better or worse, Hera was learning), and the parts of Hera she’s most proud of, her love of the skies, her kindness and her determination and loyalty. But Hera still has a hard time letting him off world without her nearby. The all-encompassing devastation of the loss of Kanan never fades, and Hera is positive she can’t handle losing Jacen, too.

Hera almost wishes she’d let him take the Phantom instead of finding him half naked, taking recruitment matters into his own hands in front of a holo-vid recorder.

Hera Syndulla was going to kill Poe Dameron with her own ungloved hands, and Lando Calrissian, for good measure.

“Some tactician Jacen is, Kanan,” Hera mutters to the empty cabin before flopping back on her bunk, “Though I meant what I said - you probably would have done the same, and I’d have been run ragged training every sentient being who saw your holo-vid to become a pilot for the Rebellion. I just thought he was smarter than that.”

Kanan was a master at finding solutions. There’s always another way, he’d say, and his blue-green eyes would flash with delight as he unwound a solution to whatever narrow odds the Spectres found themselves in. Jacen inherited Kanan’s drive, those same problem solving skills that will make him an asset to the Resistance. She just wishes for her sanity, that he hadn’t also inherited Kanan’s relentless flirtatiousness, that handsome smile and that talent for charming his way out of every tight situation. Truly, he was Kanan Jarrus’ boy.

Hera’s mind drifts back to Gorse, so many years ago now, and how the secondhand embarrassment radiated from her when she heard the story of how Kanan had asked an Imperial captain over the Expedient’s com what she was wearing. She remembers how easy it was to play to his flirtatious nature to all but steal his Moonglow ID badge from around his neck. And she remembers how willing he was to follow her around - even after she explained she could investigate Vidian on her own - because he thought there was a chance of a physical reward at the end. Kanan had fallen into a lot of unnecessary danger because of his attitude and his libido, and while they’d both escaped mostly unscathed (and of course that mission led to the best years of Hera’s life) the recklessness of that time in Gorse could have been fatal to anyone but a Jedi.

She sometimes feels the Force still lingering in the Ghost, she likes to imagine it wrapping itself around Jacen for protection. But her son has not shown any particular sensitivity to it, and she’s almost positive that won’t materialize now to protect him in such dire situations.

Hera would not let Jacen make the same mistakes. There is truly no safety net for him.

But he’s going to make mistakes, Hera, she can hear Kanan’s voice in her mind. Sometimes in the most challenging moments of being a single parent, Hera can feel Kanan there with her, standing silently behind her as she doles out a punishment to their son or tries to impart some hard-learned wisdom to keep him out of trouble.

It’s just so hard that he isn’t actually there. And it never gets any easier.

Hera swings her legs off her bunk and pulls a change of clothes. She wants to speak to Jacen as mom, not as General Syndulla, and that means a quick change into leggings and a long tunic. She wraps her lekku in a soft scarf and slips out of her cabin down the hall towards his.

Kanan’s.

Hera knocks on the hatch and she can hear his footfalls headed towards the entryway as the doors slide open.

“Mom, I feel bad enough, I don’t need another lecture -- and before you say anything it wasn’t Poe, it was my own idea, we saw an old holo of Lando and he shouldn’t be in trouble for something he had nothing to--”

“Can I come in?” she interrupts, asking permission to enter a bunk in her own ship.

He steps aside and lets her pass. He shuffles back to sit on the edge of the mattress and scrubs his hands through his mop of green hair. Hera sinks to the ground and crosses her legs, facing her son.

“You’re better than that stunt, Jacen,” she says softly, no anger in her voice this time. “You’re more talented, more creative and far smarter than relying on your body to do something your brain can do just fine.”

He doesn’t say anything, she knows he’s embarrassed. Not just at being caught, but at the fact that her own reputation could have been affected by something so stupid, so reckless.

“Your dad,” she goes on, and it hurts, sitting in this room and talking about Kanan, but she pushes through the tightening of her throat, the pain that never leaves, because this is more important than her own comfort, “Your dad didn’t have it so easy when he was your age. He did a lot of stupid things too. I was there for some of them, and I was mad at him then. But he experienced loss and fear and anger that I don’t think I ever could fully understand. If we, “ and Jacen knows she means the Spectres, his family, even the ones he never met, “if we weren’t there to help your father… I don’t know what would have become of him, really.

“I’m here to help you, Jacen. I’m here to help you see past a short term gain and think smarter. What kind of pilots did you really think you were going to recruit that way? Think more strategically, more long term. Think like the Jarrus and Syndulla you are.”

Jacen knows she’s serious when his father’s surname enters the conversation. His elbows are propped on his knees and his head hangs, and she can all but feel the tension and tightness in his shoulders and back. He doesn’t raise his eyes to meet his mothers, and it breaks Hera’s heart that her son is upset, but she knows he hears her. She slides a little closer to her boy, and slips a hand under his chin, raising his face to hers. “I love you, Jace. I want you to help me find more pilots, but we’re going to do it the right way.”

He nods and she kisses his cheek. “Tomorrow we’ll take the Phantom. I have some intel on a small group that might be worth looking into.”

“Alright,” he says, and she can see a little more light coming into his eyes at the promise of taking to the skies, “I’ll fly?”

Hera rolls her eyes, but smiles. “Sure,” she agrees and stands, and cards her fingers through his hair affectionately as she heads back towards the door. “But we’re leaving early, so don’t waste your whole night on the holonet. I won’t hesitate to leave you behind and take Chopper instead.” The threat is empty, but it makes him smile.

“I love you, mom,” says her son, and Hera feels a surge of warmth in her stomach.

“I love you too, Jace.”

Good work, Hera, she hears Kanan’s voice and slips out of the cabin before the loss threatens to hit her again.

Poe Dameron and Lando Calrissian will live another cycle.

#Agent Aurelie Writes #Hera Syndulla #Jacen Syndulla #Art Prompt Ficlet #roninreverie #Star Wars Rebels Fanfic #SWR Fanfic

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seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana · 4 years

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So...that coma AU @megatraven....it got me crying in the club and my mind was automatically like “writing??” and I asked and I’m so happy you said yes. It only took me like 2 hours?? Some last night and 2 hours right now so I hope you like it! I actually do like this one lol. And also tagging @tarinthegay18 lol.

They thought it was right. They thought like it was the right action. They thought destroying Heras artifact was the right decision. But it wasn’t and they would take it back in a heartbeat. MC was put into a coma. As soon as they knew she was in a coma, they were heartbroken. But what made it worse was the fact that they blamed themself. They visited her everyday. They never changed routine. People asked why and they still ask why. The answer is always the same and they say it with no hesitation.

“Because I love her.”

That answer usually made people feel so emotional. Their voice is so raw and it almost sounds like they’re about to cry, and they usually are very close to breaking down. For almost 2 months straight, they stayed by her side. They never left her. Only leaving to get clothes, take a shower, or eat. That was it. They were always by her side because it’s what they promised. They promised to be by her side no matter what, and this was them keeping it. Even if they didn’t promise it, they would be there no matter what. They loved her and that love was pure and they couldn’t help but want to be there and stay by her side.

Aphrodite wept as well. She would visit from time to time when she had the time and when she could. It took her a long while to be able to face Alex and to see MC in her coma. Even if she looks like she’s sleeping and will wake up soon, everyone knows it’s not true. It was a hard fact for Aphrodite and Alex to accept. Aphrodite considered MCs mothers death as one of her greatest failures. But now, sitting here with her child at her side crying and their emotional state being like this, and seeing the child of her dear friend that she loved so much (and who Aphrodite loved so much), it was another one of her failures. She feels almost more guilty than Alex does. She feels like she should’ve done so much more to prevent it from going that far. It hurts her for a long time, and it’s why she does everything in her power to somehow wake her up.

She can’t stand seeing Alex weeping when they think no one is looking and to see MC suffer like that. She just can’t.

But it wasn’t working. But Alex didn’t stop. It wasn’t until Aphrodite and Hades came down to them one time and talked with them. Actually talked. No one talked at first because they knew they wouldnt. Everyone knew that no matter what they said at the time, Alex wouldn’t be able to handle it and wouldn’t listen. But it had been half a year, and they were ready to listen, even if they didn’t like it. Aphrodite and Hades said how they should get back to their normal life. They didn’t have to move on and love someone else, they should just take control at H.E.R.A again and be able to live again.

They both knew Alex wouldn’t like it, but all three of them knew it’s what they had to do. So, it’s what they did. They returned to “normal” life. However, everyone noticed the emptiness in their eyes. They missed the person they could do normal life with. They lived a long time without her, but finally getting her and loving her and receiving love in return, and suddenly losing her? It put more salt in the wound. It hurt so bad and it showed even if they tried to hide it. However, they never stopped visiting her. They loved her and even if they returned to “normal” life it wasn’t normal if they didn’t at least visit her everyday.

They would even talk to her sometimes. They would wait until everyone left the room to do it. Not out of embarrassment, but because they only wanted to talk to her. They knew she couldn’t hear them, but it helped them. They’d talk about things that happened in their day and how they miss her so much. They always finished it with “I love you. I’ll be back tomorrow, I promise.” Plus, sometimes when they missed her so much, they wouldn’t sleep at their apartment. They’d sleep at her room in the hospital because they just need to see her, and they wanted to be by her side just in case she did wake up. They just...miss her so much.

And when they see Josh it hurts even more. They know MC and Josh are close and the fact that what they did took her away from Josh ruins them even more. Josh never blamed Alex and he knows that Alex loves MC and would never hurt her at all. It’s why he visited her almost everyday as well. He missed her. He and MC lost their mother and it hurt them so bad, and it still does. So now seeing her like that, it reopened wounds and made some more. But everyone held hope. They always hoped that she would come back. Everyone knew she was strong and how she stood up to Zeus himself. If she could that, she would wake up.

And don’t even start about Zeus. Alex can’t help but blame him as well. They knew it wouldn’t have happened if Zeus didn’t start all of this mess about her having Heras reincarnation. But Alex couldn’t hate him, because they did see the sadness in his eyes. He may have wanted Hera back...but seeing how his actions caused all of this, he regretted it. He didn’t want to hurt one of his own kind and hurt the goddess herself. Plus, it hurt one of his own brothers. A king should care for his people, right? He eventually broke out of his want for Hera. Seeing Alex and everyone like this, it got to him and hurt him as well. He gathered everyone one day and ordered for them to somehow find information or think of ways to wake her up. He acts tough and like he always does, but he does show concern and sympathy for her.

He even called Alex to Olympus one day, but they didn’t go, so he went to them. He saw MC and he saw how Alex was clinging to her hand and couldn’t let go, and he saw that spark of anger in their eyes when they looked at him. Plus, it makes Zeus really think of his actions that happened 10 years ago as well. Shutting down H.E.R.A, MCs mothers death, everyone weeping, and now...he repeated the cycle. He caused it once again. But he didn’t let it get to him. His pride was too high. He apologized to Alex and MC even if she didn’t hear him. He also apologized for MCs moms death. Alex was surprised at that, but they felt some kind of ease when he did apologize. But on some late nights, Zeus felt so bad. He ruined someone’s life because he wanted to fix his, even when it was his fault it was ruined in the first place. But it didn’t stop him. He pushed those feelings aside and continues to ignore them.

After everything went down, after every apology, after everyone wept and tried to return to normal life, it had been a year and a half. But Alex never stopped. Neither did anyone else. But then...a miracle happened. Alex was at the hospital beside MC one day. They weren’t giving up, they never would, but they were in despair this night. They were in an emotion that they couldn’t describe. They whispered, “if you’re there at all...please do something.” And to their surprise, the hand that they clutched everyday suddenly squeezed. It was a little squeeze but it still was a squeeze. They let out a gasp and squeezed back. “MC? Please, come back to me!” Their desperation was obvious but they didn’t care. She responded. It was the most she responded in a year. She then let out a little groan and squeezed their hand once more.

Before they knew it, tears were rolling down their cheeks. They prayed that this was not a little tease from the gods themselves. Not just a little slice of her responding but slipping back into the coma. But when the tears overtook their eyes and it was all blurry, they still noticed her brown eyes opening and looking straight at them. “Alex...” she whispered out hoarsely. They let out a choked sob not able to hold back their emotion. MC managed the strength and pulled her hand away and put it on their cheek, wiping the tears away with her thumb. They then noticed tears down her face as well. “Don’t cry, baby. I’m here now. It’s all okay,” she told them, sobs coming out of her throat as well. They smiled and held her hand against their cheek, turning their face to kiss her palm. They then looked back at her and finally told her everything.

“I never left you. I knew you would wake back up. Gods, I’m so happy, MC. You’re here and you’re gonna be okay, I can’t believe it,” they rambled on. MC listened to everything they said, holding on to every word. She noticed all of the emotion in their voice and she felt it all. All her memories suddenly came back at her. She then felt guilt. She didn’t even know how long she was gone, but she knew she was gone long. She cried even more. “I’m so sorry. It wasn’t your fault, Alex. It wasn’t,” she told them with no hesitation or doubt in her voice. They shook their head. They wanted to believe her, but they couldn’t. It would take them so long to actually believe that. But it didn’t matter right now. She was here and alive and talking and being okay. They cried but pulled away and she looked at them confused. “I’m getting the doctor. They have to check on you, okay? But I’ll be right back and stay here the whole time. I’ll never leave you,” they told her as they leaned down and kissed her forehead. They left the room to get the doctor and the doctor looked at MC with such surprise.

They didn’t think she’d make it back. They didn’t know MC like everyone else did and they all had doubt, but she did it. She was back. Alex knew she would be back and would wait by her side as long as it took. Even if it took her years, they wouldn’t leave and they wouldn’t stop loving her. Aphrodite didn’t stop loving MCs mom after she was gone, so they could never stop loving MC. It’s how love works and they learned it when they saw Aphrodite weeping when MCs mother died. She still hasn’t forgotten her and still loves her and still wants her back, her love never died. And so they knew when they found someone, their love wouldn’t die either and it didn’t. They loved her the whole time and still do and are so happy.

Aphrodite was the next person to come down. She didn’t even wait. She teleported down, excitement and relief pouring out on to her face. But she knew she couldn’t compare to the amount her child felt. She immediately reached for Alex and hugged them with all of her strength. And she promised MC that when she was better she would do the same. Hug her as hard as she could. She even let out a few tears of relief and joy at seeing MC have a smile on her face. MC cried as well. May and Josh came in next. Crying before they even saw MCs face. Josh may have not been for the gods since his mothers death, but he thanked every one of them for this blessing. This blessing of having his sister back. May cried and thanked everyone to have her best friend back. “MC, you’re okay! My best friends okay!” She shouted. Everyone in the room smiled. And then Hades joined. He may not have cried, but everyone noticed how rigid he was and the tightness in his jaw. He was holding it in, but no one said anything. They believed if they did say something he might actually cry. But not of sadness...of relief. It was the emotion everyone was feeling. And he saw the glow that was surrounding Alex and everyone saw how happy they were and the bounce in their step.

After she got better and was finally released for the hospital, the wedding planning was continued. It all continued like normal. The only difference was that Zeus didn’t say anything. He didn’t intervene, he didn’t do anything. He couldn’t bring that pain back to Olympus. He knew how everyone felt and how everyone was crushed and how he caused it. He had to admit, at that time, he was a terrible king. So, he let it happened. He even smiled at Alex and MCs wedding and he didn’t see her as Hera. He saw her as MC and that’s what made MC happy as well. Plus, it happened near MCs moms grave.

Hades swore he saw someone in the corner of his eye and when he looked at a seat next to Aphrodite, he saw the back of a woman with her hair with a fancy braid in it and a white dress on. He noticed that she looked at Aphrodite and smiled, but Aphrodite didn’t look at her. She didn’t even know she was there. The woman whispered something to Aphrodite and smiled once more. Then suddenly, the woman turned around and looked at Hades. She looked him straight in the eye and he knew that face straight away. It was Melody. She was there watching her daughter with a proud smile on her face, but now she was visiting her friends and smiling at them as well. Suddenly, within a blink of an eye, she was gone, but with another blink, she was in front of the god himself. He stared but didn’t say anything. He couldn’t, he couldn’t bring himself to. She just smiled at him and whispered once more. “I love you.” He also noticed the tears forming in her eyes with her smile. It was pained, but she was happy. He nodded back at her and closed his eyes, trying to keep everything in. He opened them and also saw Melody next to Josh, whispering once more, whispering those words. She kissed him on the cheek as well causing Josh to pause in his conversation. He shook his head and continued to talk. She then went to MC and Alex talking and laughing together. She smiled at them and kissed MC on her cheek and kissed Alex on their cheek as well. It caused them both confusion but they smiled and waved it off.

It was joy all around. Not just for the living, but for the dead as well. He looked at her and noticed the happiness in her face and the slight glow on her body. But after she was done visiting the people she loved, she turned to Aphrodite and blew a kiss with a wave and did the same to Hades. Then she slowly faded away, back to the Heavens where she belonged. Back to where no one would hurt her and where she would be safe and could watch over everyone she loved. It put Hades at peace and filled him with love once again. He kept it to himself, but he knew everyone felt it in the room.

It was a blessfull evening with joy and love from everyone. Everyone was finally glad that MC was awaken and happy that Alex was finally alive again and would continue that way. And he promised that no one would interfere with their life again, even if he somehow has to fight against everyone. He wouldn’t let their life be ruined again.

Okay so...this is it!! I’m actually proud of it!! I couldn’t help but include the part of MCs mother being there at the wedding and seeing everyone. I just couldn’t help it ;-;. But yeah I hope y’all liked this because I did! I literally didn’t sleep at night. I only slept until like 4 am and didn’t go back to sleep but the good thing about my orchestra teacher is that he doesn’t mind if we miss the meetings! He’s that cool teacher and I love him and that’s all. I hope you enjoyed this reading and cried like I almost did. But yeah!

I’m writing some other fics as well. One of that Ares AU in my other post AND the one of MCs mother singing for MC and how MC listener to it as a coping mechanism. Yeah. Bye for now! Also, with the “I love you” stated to Hades, irs not as in romantic love. It’s as in she loves him as best friend ya know?? She just loves him and Aphrodite and had to remind them.

#afk #alex cyprin #astoria fates kiss alex #astoria fates kiss #my writing #I really was sad about this #but I liked writing it and I hope you liked it as well #I got very carried away with this idea if you can’t tell👀#buT YEAH #HOPE YOU LIKED IT #And im tagging the other person with Meg because they reblogged Megs post and said they’d like to see it #so yh #tagging you as well bby😘.#but yeah bYE

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Sooo, I'm in love with the theory that Ruby's silver eyes destroy Salem's connection with the grimm+ the pools so she turns to humanity to start a second Great War. It also lets me expand my personal theory on Cinder: she's going to usurp Salem as the big bad. Right now, it's being foreshadowed that the only way to beat Salem is to redeem her; meanwhile Cinder is trying to gather as much power as she can; heck, she might find a few drops of the pools left and grimmify herself- role reversal!

Firstly, I’m pleased to hear that youliked the idea Miki-chan. Secondly, alright, if I may be honest with you here I have toconfess something. I actually don’t think Cinder has a chance of remaining a poignant character in RWBY. I mean in the sense that I’m quite torn on what’s next for her given the way the Writers’ have portrayed her side of the story up until thisvery point in the series.

Similar to you, I used to share in the theory that Cinder would ultimately rise up and replace Salem as the ultimate big-bad of RWBY. As a matter of fact, I used to be of the opinion that that’s part of why Salem was grooming Cinder. In the past, I figured Salem had taken Cinder as her apprentice to nurture her into becoming either a) her next successor or b) her next vessel.

This was way back when my theory was that Salem was some kind of face-stealing intelligent Grimm that has lived for centuries by stealing the bodies of its victims. I figured Cinder was someone Salem was going to eventually turn into her next vessel. Almost like a darker version of what becomes of the Wizards during their reincarnation cycle. I figured Salem was just like Ozpin—she’s been changing her face over the years but whereas Oz was sympathetic of taking control of his successors, Salem would force her way. She would find her vessels, groom them to her liking and when the time comes for her to reincarnate, she would forcibly take over her successors bodies replacing their minds with her own—like a parasite.

That’s what I though Salem was. Her being an invincible immortal was way out of what I pegged. So yeah, I thought Cinder was going to become Salem in a way.

But as of V6, I have not the slightest clue what the Writers’ intentions for Cinder’s story are and I’ve also lost faith in her actually getting a proper progression with her side of the narrative. With the way how the Writers have positioned Salem as this invincible force, I can’t picture anyone usurping her since they’ve placed her on this pedestal where she literally can’t be dethroned. Because of the direction the show has taken with both Salem and Cinder, I can see one of the following:

Cinder is given the Adam Taurus treatment where she is unceremoniously killed off during the events of the Atlas Trilogy. This is why this squiggle meister has shied off from any theories that suggest Cinder having any kind of ongoing story including a redemption arc. Nothing against the fans and theorists who want this to happen, it’s just that after watching the Writers play character assassination paddy cake with Cinder for the entirety of the Mistral Arc, I’ve lost hope for her.

Personally, speaking for myself mostly here, I never saw Cinder as a character worthy of redemption. Again, nothing against the folks who believe this. I just don’t see it for Cinder since in my opinion, redemption arcs should go to characters who’ve shown a shred of remorse or doubt for their past actions. This has not been the case with Cinder. Not once has she revealed a side of her that’s regret anything she’s done.

This leads me to believe that Cinder’s downfall will her megalomaniac personality. Her lust for power is going to continue to consume her until it ultimately brings her to her final curtain call. As a matter of fact, twice over, Cinder’s power hungry ways has brought her to her own demise.

In V3, her pursuit of the Fall Maiden magic resulted in her killing the original Fall Maiden, Professor Ozpin and Pyrhha and the karma from those murders resulted in her losing her arm and eye thanks to Ruby awakening her Silver Eyes for the first time.

In V5, Cinder’s pursuit of the Spring Maiden magic resulted in her losing to Raven and being frozen alive before plummeting to her second alleged death.

But as we saw from V6, Cinder survived that ordeal scotch free and is well on her way to Atlas on the assumption that she is going to have another fated rematch with either Ruby Rose and/or Oscar Pine.

Huh. 3, 5…7? Am I sensing a pattern here? At this point, after baiting her death two times, either the CRWBY Writers kill off Cinder for good in V7 or…continue to drag her character around while doing very little to progress her character and story while providing the audience with more incentive to question why she’s being kept around.

What is Cinder’s purpose?

I thought she might replace Salem but if Salem can’t be killed and Salem has sort of disowned her as of V6, seriously what is Cinder’s purpose now? What hope is there for her now to be kept in the story?

Really sorry to all the Cinder fans but, to me, Cinder feels like another villain with wasted potential at the moment and I have this sad gut feeling that she’s going to get the same treatment as Adam Taurus.

While the end to her story might be fitting (being defeated by the combined efforts of Ruby, Oscar and possibly Jaune and having her be stripped of her Maiden magic by Oscar, an incarnate of Oz and the rightful wielder of said power), Cinder might get killed off before the audience could even get a chance to learn more about her. I feel like that might happen given the weird way the Writers have treated the villains these past volumes.

However…

Since I’m someone who often likes to toss out ideas to the FNDM, I’m going to toy with an idea I have right here. A headcanon of how this squiggle meister thinks Cinder can be salvaged for the future of RWBY.

You might even like this one Miki-chan since it encompasses one or two things you wanted to see done for Cinder.

Hear me out:

Let’s say…by the end of V7 or whenever during the Atlas Arc, Cinder isdefeated. Neo betrays her and Ruby Rose isn’t killed. As I said, Cinder isstripped of her Maiden magic by Oscar and is left completely powerless and at the heroes’ disposal.

Imagine this as Cinder’s lowest moment yet as she is forced to kneel before her enemies. Like how Pyrhha was made to kneel in her final moments. Despite her weakened state, Cinder’s pride forces her to fight against her enemies restraints but to no avail.

Out of the crowd, Jaune walks up to Cinder. This provides the perfect opportunity for Jaune to finally get justice for Pyrhha—the justice he tried to get back in V5 during the Battle of Haven.

But rather than enacting his revenge, Jaune does the opposite. He shows Cinder mercy. He refuses to kill her. He doesn’t give her the satisfaction of staining his hands with her blood and instead looks back at her in pity.

Jaune decides to leave Cinder be since in her feeble state, Jaune saw heras less of a threat. No longer worthy of his wrath and he even quotes that Pyrhha wouldn’t wish for him to fall to the same level as Cinder.

Jaune’s anger toward Cinder over Pyrhha’s death nearly made him into a monster. This wasn’t the boy Pyrhha knew and no one, not even the likes of Cinder Fall was going to make Jaune become less of who he was. Not anymore. Cinder is shown pity by her enemies and such a feat angers her to no end.

After all, let me remind you of a quote from Cinder from V3.

‘I want to be strong. I want to be feared’.

Cinder desired power so that she could become someone whose power made her feared in the eyes of others. Cinder saw power as her ticket to making her formidable. A somebody in the world to possibly contrast her previous lifestyle that made he feel less of a person, perhaps?

So for another time in her life, Cinder finds herself back at the beginning. At her lowest. Alone. Powerless. A nobody that even her enemies saw more fit for pity than fear.

If this happens and Cinder is left completely powerless but spared, my headcanon is that the Geist Grimm arm attached to Cinder’s body will fully corrupt her, turning Cinder into a Grimm-human hybrid. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. A Grimm in human skin.

And since Cinder is part Geist, this grants her the creature’s unique ability to possess other things. And since Cinder is part human, her Geist abilities enables her to steal the form of other humans.

So that’s how Cinder is able to escape again. She ends up walking right out of custody by possessing the body of a guard or something. When outside, she discards this human skin and goes in search of another body to steal.

I even have this dark idea of Cinder stealing Neo’s body. Since I can’t think of any other way that the Writers might wish to keep Neo in the story outside of being redeemed (y’know becoming the General Jinjur of RWBY, falling in love with Henry Marigold and having her happily ever after with him somehow).

And with Cinder becoming part human, part Grimm, this adds to your idea of her gaining control of Grimm and becoming their new leader in Salem’s place after she’d been cleansed by Ruby’s Silver Eyes. Imagine the Grimm coming to see Cinder as their new leader since her Geist Grimm half makes her one of them.

I figured the Grimm saw Salem as one of their own since she crawled out of the same dark Grimm Pools that made the Grimm.

So why wouldn’t the Grimm see Cinder as one of their own should she shed her human skin and become all Grimm—well mostly Grimm. A Grimm in human skin.

No need for her to bathe herself in a Grimm Pool. Since she failed to gain power to dominate the humans, Cinder becoming a complete Grimmoire (my fanon name for Grimm-human hybrids basically) gives her an advantage. She dominates the Grimm, showing her superiority by positioning herself as an Alpha among the Grimm.

Heck! Perhaps becoming a Grimmoire even enables Cinder tocommunicate with the Grimm. Speak to them. Hear their voice. Understand the Grimm in ways that even Salem never did. And by becoming the Grimm’s Alpha—their Queen, that’s how Cinder will become feared. Not through Maiden Magic but through becoming a Grimm in human form—the very personification of fear leading her newfound armies to do her bidding.

I’m not sure what Cinder’s goal would be after becoming a Grimmoire. Basically if she becomes a Grimmoire, she’d be the embodiment of what she desired. As Qrow Branwen once said. The Grimm are fear. So if Cinder becomes the Grimmoire and turns into the new Queen of the Grimm—she’d be fear itself too.

Oh! Oh! And do you know what would even more awesome? Imagine if…by being part Geist and Geists are able to take possession of other things, what if Cinder gets the idea to grow her Grimm army by making more of her.

For the Game of Thrones fans, remember the Night King and the White Walkers?

Imagine if Cinder ends up becoming something akin to the Night King? A Grimm-human hybrid whose Geist Grimm abilities allowed her to possess the bodies of the dead.

So imagine Cinder leading an army of the Grimm and dead humans she’d reanimated with her Geist abilities. I know this last bit is a huge stretch but…think about it?

It’s a way to make Cinder a bigger big bad than Salem? Oh!Oh! And it can also be another huge burst of irony. Remember what Salem told Ozma when he told her about the Gods’ Judgement? Salem wanted to bring about the end of the world so that her and Ozma could replace humanity with their magical off-spring or something to that extent.

Imagine if…after becoming a Grimmoire, Cinder decides to make all of Remnanther kingdom. She desires to convert all of Remnant into her World of Death. A complete Grimm World under her reign.

Imagine if…the second Great War and Salem’s second attempt at using humanity to kill the Gods or even the Gods’ Judgment becomes less of a threat when Cinder decides to turn her Grimm army on humanity and use them to pillage and kill in order to grow her armyof death and destruction.

Imagine if Cinder becomes the big powerful fearful threat that everyone inRemnant cease everything to band together to stop since she and her army can literally kill everyone and turn them into one of her. I mean she’s not as indestructible as Salem was. Her fear factor isn’t that she can’t be killed because she’s immortal.

Making Salem immortal actually made her less interesting of a villain to me if I’m being honest. She can’t be defeated because she literally has a magical thingamabobble (that the Brother Gods’ rather foolishly bestowed upon her and idiotically never revoked from her after abandoning Remnant with the monster they created) that’s preventing the main heroes from destroying her. To me, if Cinder is to replace Salem as the biggest threat in RWBY, I like the idea of her still being vulnerable in some way but her fear factor is that she’s difficult to kill.

Not because she’s immortal. But because her power, strength and overall cunning makes her a formidable opponent who forces our heroes to become, not only stronger, but smarter if they stood any chance of killing her. I like a villain that challenges our heroes in that kind of way. But that’s just me.

I originally pegged that the reasonSalem survived for so long was because she was cunning. Especially more cunning than Ozma and his reasons for never defeating Salem up until this point was because she would always find a way to outsmart him and thwart his plans no matter how much he tried to plan ahead. That could’ve been interesting.

But nah. Salem survived so long cause immortality that the Gods stupidly gave to her as punishment for tricking them even though she tried to kill them. Who gives someone who tried to kill you the power to not be killed? I mean….

Anyways, moving along! If Cinder replaces Salem, let her be formidable through the same strength and intimidation tactics that was originally meant for Salem…but done better.

Seriously picture Cinder becoming RWBY’sversion of the Night King. Like a Queen of Darkness or the Red Queen. Cinder the Red Queen sounds kind of cool, in my opinion.

I know, this is all one big stretch of a squiggly theory. But…think about it? If Cinder is destined to become a character like that then I wouldn’t mind hoping on board with it. Buuuuuuut it’s up to the real Writers’ of RWBY.

Overall, what do you think of the concept?

~LittleMissSquiggles (2019)

#squiggles answers: rwby #oscar pine #cinder fall #rwby salem #rwby theories #miki-13 #squiggles answers #cinder headcanons

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Percy Jackson OC Masterlist

Name: Amelia Sawyer

Story: Underestimated

Godly Parent: Hermes

Face claim: Sadie Sink

Summary: tbd

Name: Ashley Wilson

Story: Chaos Killed The Dinosaurs

Godly Parent: Eris

Face claim: Madison Mclaughlin

Love interest: Percy Jackson

Summary: Ashley Wilson had always known that she was unusual, even for a demigod. Claimed by Eris at seven years of age, everyone had always held her at arms’ length. Everyone, that is, until Percy Jackson. Having made her first friend in five years, Ashley is determined not to lose him; even if that means going to the underworld to save his mom - and the world. She’s a daughter of chaos, and it’s about time people see what that really means.

Name: Atalanta Jackson

Story: The End Of The Sea

Godly Parent: Neptune

Face claim: Zoey Deutch

Love interest: Jason Grace

Summary: Atalanta Jackson didn’t remember her life before Camp Jupiter, before being claimed as Amphitrite’s hero. It’s always been she and Jason Grace, the Fifth Cohort, and their “special training” with Hera and Amphitrite. Everything is fine, everything is good, even, until Jason disappears and, six months later, a boy who shares her name, father, and eyes shows up at the border, and Atalanta knows everything is about to fall apart.

Name: Avery Thomas

Story: The Saviour Of The Broken (The Beaten, And The Damned)

Godly Parent: Hecate

Face claim: Emily Rudd

Summary: tbd

Name: Blake Morris

Story: Die For Me

Godly Parent: Hermes

Face claim: Dylan Sprayberry

Love Interest: Jasper Gabriel

Summary: tbd

Name: Calliope

Story: Memories Don’t Die

Godly Parent: Hecate

Face claim: Danielle Campbell

Summary: tbd

Name: Cassandra Aelius

Story: (You’ll Believe) God Is A Woman

Godly Parent: Apollo

Face claim: Kathryn Newton

Love interest: Jason Grace & Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano

Summary: You want to know what’s really fucked up? When you’re a daughter of Apollo and the actual reincarnation of a woman he cursed for refusing to fuck him. Cassandra Aelius, or as she used to be known, Cassandra of Troy, doesn’t remember everything about her past life, but she gets flashes of it. And like her past self, no one believes in her visions or her powers. But she does. And if the only two people who even humour her warnings are Jason Grace and Reyna Avila Ramirez Arellano, well, at least they’re in charge. And if she has to handle all of this herself, well, so be it. It’s been thousands of years, but Cassandra will never let herself be ignored again.

Name: Ciara Mare

Story: Princepes Maris

Series: Primordial Daughters

Godly Parent: Oceanus

Face claim: Auli'i Cravalho

Love interest: Percy Jackson

Summary: tbd

Name: Crystal Solace

Story: Walking on Sunshine

Godly Parent: Apollo

Face claim: Annasophia Robb

Summary: Referred to by her twin as an “actual ray of sunshine,” Crystal Solace was everything you might expect of a daughter of Apollo. Sweet, bubbly, and welcoming, everyone wants to be friends with her - until they find out that she has an inhuman ability to tell when she’s being lied to. When every friend you’ve ever had casts you aside as a freak, it would be easy to grow resentful, but Crys lives up to her nickname. There’s a war coming, and even no one outside of her cabin wants her around, Crys is still ready to fight for her family - whether they like it or not.

Name: Davina Gerwin

Story: Love In The Time Of Monsters

Godly Parent: Eros

Face claim: Madelaine Petsch

Summary: tbd

Name: Delia

Story: Total Eclipse Of The Heart

Godly Parent: Redacted

Face claim: Candice King

Summary: tbd

Name: Esmerelda Wilde

Story: Legacy of the Father

Godly Parent: Hermes

Face claim: Sky Katz

Love interest: Clarisse La Rue

Summary: Children of Hermes were never taken seriously. People only ever saw them as pickpockets and pranksters, in a cabin that was barely even their own. And Esmerelda Wilde absolutely hated it. He was also the protector of travellers, the god of trade, eloquence, orators, wit, literature, poets, and athletics. There was a lot more to her, to all of her siblings, than just petty theft and dumb jokes, not that anyone cared. But she cared, and with a war on the horizon, she’d be damned if she let anyone underestimate the Hermes cabin again.

Name: Helena Jackson

Story: A Thousand Ships

Series: A Thousand Ships: Or The Trojan War In Half The Time

AO3 | FFNet | Wattpad

Godly Parent: Poseidon

Face claim: India Eisley

Summary: Helena Jackson’s life is fine, really. Sure, she hates her boarding school right in the city, her mom is married to an abusive asshole, her dad is some flake, and she and her twin brother are for some reason not allowed to ever go to the same school, but really, it’s fine. And then Percy gets expelled, again, his best friend turns out to be a goat, their mom gets kidnapped, and her flake of a dad is actually a god. Oh, right, and apparently they’re now the lead suspects in the case of Zeus’ bruised ego. But still, her life is fine, really.

Name: Jasper Gabriel

Story: Die For Me

Godly Parent: Hades

Face claim: Danielle Rose Russell & Millie Bobby Brown

Love Interest: Blake Morris

Summary: tbd

Name: Lila

Story: The Truth About The Moon

Godly Parent: Redacted

Face claim: Olivia Holt

Summary: tbd

Name: May Tierra Anderson

Story: Terra Heredis

Series: Primordial Daughters

Godly Parent: Terra

Face claim: Vanessa Morgan

Love interest: Jason Grace

Summary: tbd

Name: Melody Weiss

Story: A Song Of Forgetting

Godly Parent: Apollo, Granddaughter of Athena

Face claim: Sabrina Carpenter

Summary: tbd

Name: Nina Callie Turner

Story: My Head Is Bloody (But Unbowed)

Godly Parent: Bellona

Face Claim: Lana Condor

Love Interest: Percy Jackson & Jason Grace

Summary: My name is Nina Turner. I was kidnapped. I will get off Ogygia. Callie--Nina Turner has repeated this mantra to herself every day for nine years, ever since Calypso had taken her from her home. As Nina would soon learn, every century the vengeful titan would steal a young demigod to raise as her “maid” - slave, if you asked Nina - as a small revenge against the gods who kept her on her island. Nina just happened to be the latest. For nine years she’d only been called Callie, as was every other kidnapped girl, she’d been told about how evil the gods were, and she’d been treated worse than dirt. And then, just when she’s started to give up hope, a boy with jet black hair and the most gorgeous green eyes crash lands in her personal hell.

Name: Penelope Grace

Story: Where The Sky Meets The Sea

Godly Parent: Poseidon

Face claim: Kaya Scodelario

Summary: When Poseidon’s second demigod child - a girl by the name of Penelope Grace - was born, he panicked. Breaking the oath once was bad enough, but twice? Zeus would destroy her. And so, Amphitrite convinces the girl’s mother to let her take her stepdaughter, and a three year old Penelope is brought to Poseidon’s kingdom. The next nine years are a blur of training; learning to fight with Triton, politics with Amphitrite, and mastering her powers with Poseidon. And then Zeus’ master bolt is stolen, and Poseidon’s other demigod child is attacked by Alekto, and Penelope is sent away from her Atlantian home to a camp in New York city with only two instructions. Don’t let anyone know where you’re from, and keep Percy Jackson alive at all costs.

Name: Skyler Caelestis

Story: Caelum

Godly Parent: Uranus

Face claim: Kiernan Shipka

Summary: tbd

Name: Stella Beauregard

Story: Sad, Beautiful, Tragic

Godly Parent: Aphrodite

Face claim: Chloe Grace Moretz

Summary: Love is bullshit. An uncommon opinion for a daughter of Aphrodite, but Stella Beauregard knew it to be a fact. Her mom had supposedly loved her dad—enough to have two children with him three years apart, but she still left both times. Her dad had loved her mom, enough to welcome her back after she’d left him a broken shell, only for her to leave him again. And her sister? Her sister had loved Charles Beckendorf. So much so that she sacrificed herself almost immediately after his death. Yes, Love was bullshit, and Stella was going to break the cycle of heartbreak that seemed to haunt her family. What better way to do that than join the Hunters of Artemis—than to be the first daughter of Aphrodite to ever do so?

Name: Summer Sol

Story: Cross My Heart And Hope To Die

Godly Parent: Apollo

Face claim: Lily James

Love interest: Luke Castellan

Summary: Summer Sol. Daughter of Apollo. 21 years old. California girl. Luke Castellan’s girlfriend. Summer had always considered these to be her defining traits, and so had everyone else at Camp Half Blood. She’s perfectly happy with that, until her boyfriend betrays the entire camp, and their parents, and suddenly everyone is looking at her like she’s about to betray them too. She won’t, she’s loyal, she swears it: cross her heart and hope to die.

Name: Sybil

Story: Holy Ground

Godly Parent: Redacted

Face claim: Ginny Gardner

Summary: tbd

Name: Thea Carol

Story: The Mirror Of Your Dreams

Godly Parent: Athena, legacy of Apollo (Roman)

Face claim: Malina Weissman, Lea Michele

Summary: tbd

Name: Victoria Blofis

Story: Victory’s Contagious

Godly Parent: Nike

Face claim: Meg Donnelly

Love interest: Jason Grace

Summary: Victoria Blofis didn’t consider herself particularly ambitious, especially for a daughter of Nike. She wanted to cheer for the Goode High Sharks, she wanted to maintain her 4.0 GPA, and she wanted to not die every time that she went back to Camp Half Blood. But during the Christmas of her freshman year, her childhood best friend is kidnapped. Sure, Victoria and Annabeth hadn’t been as close over the past couple of years, but that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t still go to the ends of the earth to save her. Or, in this case, it didn’t mean that she wouldn’t still partner up with Percy Jackson to break out of camp and join a quest that they weren’t chosen for. As luck would have it, she and Percy make a great team, and even better friends. And then she finds out. Her dad’s new girlfriend? None other than Percy Jackson’s mother.

Name: Viola Di Angelo

Story: Come Hell Or High Water

Godly Parent: Hades

Face claim: Anya Taylor Joy

Love interest: Percy Jackson

Summary: It was practically unheard of for a god to have two children with the same mortal, let alone three. But Hades has always been the odd one out, and had done exactly that. First there was Viola, then Bianca, then Nico. And then came Zeus, the River Lethe, over seventy years at the Lotus Hotel, Westover Hall, and finally, finally, along came Percy Jackson. He brought with him answers to two lifetimes of questions, and he offered her a home. But then her sister abandons them for a goddess’ girl gang, and Percy is gone, and Viola has a thousand more overwhelming questions. And then he comes back, without Bianca, and Viola can no longer pretend that everything is going to be okay.

Name: Xena Gale

Story: Perfect Storm

Godly Parent: Zeus

Face claim: Madison Davenport

Summary: tbd

#randomestfandoms construction #masterlist #percy jackson oc

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frickengreenfrickyeah · 6 years

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An Irreverent Intro to the Iliad

A/N:I’ve taken the introduction to the Lombardo translation and condensed it. Any time I says something to the effect of “don’t quote me on this” that means I’ve added my own analysis or thoughts that I cannot back up in any way, so don’t, like, put it in an essay if you don’t plan on doing your own research.

Anyway, you don’t care about that stuff, you came here to read about the Iliad.

It’s really fricken long, so, for the sake of mobile users, everything’s under the cut except for this:

“Rage. Bitch, lemme tell you about the time that Achilles fucked over the entire Greek army by Rage-quitting.”

Timeline for the Noobs

Ten years ago:

Aphrodite bribes Paris so she can win a beauty contest between herself, Athena, and Hera. Paris’ reward for his ‘heroics’ is Helen

(There’s probably an essay’s worth of symbolism you could dig into here, what with the goddesses all representing different priorities: erotic love, wisdom/justice, and familial duty. I wonder what Paris’ choice reveals about his character?)

There’s some disagreement about whether or not Helen when with Paris willingly

Seeing as literally no other woman in the Iliad (and maybe the entire Cycle? Don’t quote me on that) willingly went with her kidnapper, I’m calling bull on that. Do with that what you will.

Menelaus gets really mad that Paris stole his wife, so he rounds up the Greek army, and they go to war. (It’s worth noting that Athena and Hera are both on his side here.)

Present day:

Agamemnon(Boo), Menelaus’ brother kidnaps a girl. Then he has the balls to get upset that the girl’s father called Apollo’s plague down upon the Greeks until she’s returned

Achilles points out that Agamemnon’s being a dick and people are literally dying because he won’t let go of one girl. Agamemnon says, “Fine. If I have to give up my lady-war-prize, I’m taking yours as recompense.”

Achilles allows Agamemnon to take his girl, then Rage-quits. As consequence, people die.

Hypocrites. Hypocrites everywhere. If you wanna analyze that for an essay, I think there’s plenty to talk about.

The Theme Worth Giving a Shit About (Because it Drives the Narrative)

Heroes risk their lives on the battlefield in exchange for Prizes

Ie. riches, bitches, and clout

Honor <--> Shame is how they judge the value of others and themselves. Honor wins Prizes, Shame loses Prizes

3 Characters Worth Giving a Shit About (Because They Explore the Aforementioned Theme)

Achilles: Main character. Rage is his thing. Also, pouting.

His honor is insulted by Agamemnon(Boo) taking away Briseis, his lady war prize. Since war prizes are how their society rewards heroes for risking their lives, Agamemnon is basically saying he doesn’t care of Achilles dies or not.

And that hurts Achilles’ feelings because he knows he’s gonna die. There’s a prophecy about it.

The only reason he’s fighting is because society conditioned him to believe that Prizes and eternal glory were worth dying for.

Now that he doubts everything he knows, he refuses to fight for the Greeks.

The entire poem is the consequences of his Rage-quit

Agamemnon: fuck this guy

He loses his lady war prize, so he takes Achilles’. Because short-sighted spite is the best motivator.

He and Achilles start the poem in the same place, believing that material goods should equally compensate a loss. Achilles is the one who learns that that’s not how that works.

Agamemnon starts as a dick and ends as a dick. Google Iphigenia if you want to learn more. And that shit he pulls with Cassandra? Major dickbag. Fuck this guy.

Hector: The Trojan hero, and honestly the only likable guy here.

He is Achilles’ foil.

Just like Achilles, he’s separated from society - but, unlike Achilles, it’s not because he rejects their values. It’s because he never questions them.

He’s basically the perfect hero, and he suffers for it:

His son is scared of his war helmet

He can’t stay closer to home to fight defensively because that’s ‘shameful’

And he can’t even stay in the city that long on his breaks because wine and women are too tempting.

Side Characters to Maybe Give a Fuck About

Patroclus: The most important of the supporting cast, and he’s only in it for, like, maybe a book

Achilles’ BFF and probably more

(Read: Definitely more. If you listen carefully, you can hear me chanting OTP OTP OTP every time you open your book.)

He is Achilles’ double

He never doubts society but supports his bestie’s midlife crisis anyway

His death at the hands of Hector symbolizes Achilles’ death because he was wearing Achilles’ armor at the time

Achilles causes Patroclus’ death btw

When he Rage-quits, he asks Zeus to help the Trojans (because short-sighted spite is the best motivator). Patroclus goes to help the Greeks wearing Achilles’ very recognizable armor, causing Hector to target and kill him

His death redirects Achilles’ Rage at the Trojans instead of the Greeks

Diomedes: a badass fighter

Greater Ajax: a badass fighter

and (I think) the guy who talks sense into Achilles at some point

Ajax the Lesser: a badass fighter (are you sensing a theme in these characters?)

Odysseus: the only smart guy here

The Odyssey is about him btw

The Trojan horse was his idea, according to the Aeneid (and maybe other places? But definitely the Aeneid.)

WTF is an Epic Poem Anyway?

Epic Poem: recounts events with far-reaching historical consequences, sums up the values and achievements of an entire culture, and documents the full variety of the war

Basically, if “’Murica, Fuck Yeah” sums up America, then the Iliad sums up Ancient Greece

(Actually, Hamilton is a better comparison, but I needed to make a joke. Fite me.)

That “full variety” thing is why Book 2 and a couple other places just list off a bunch of ships or leaders and their dads. That shit is boring. Skip it.

But also, that ‘full variety’ thing is what makes other parts of the story so interesting. Homer will sum up a dude’s life story right before he kills them or some shit. It magnifies the scale of the narrative by showing how insignificant one person’s experience is - no one person can stop the war.

That’s what makes Achilles’ story even more powerful --> because his impact on the war is significant. His Rage controls the ebb and flow of it.

He can’t stop the war though. No one can.

The Gods are Petty as Fuck

Homeric gods look/act like humans, but they’re different mainly because of two things:

1. They can’t die.

That means they treat the events of the war less seriously than the mortals do.

2. The gods know about fate

To the modern reader, it seems like the humans have no agency, but that’s not really the case

Knowing fate is a bit like knowing the plot of a movie. It gives insight into a character’s actions that would otherwise seem random.

By reading this poem, you’re basically a god. Don’t let it go to your head. (But, hey, there’s a reason I’m majoring in this shit)

Bards like Homer would more directly be gods because they changed and adapted the story as they told it, just like the gods influence human actions in the story.

Don't quote me on that tho

Character choices are usually doubly motivated - by the human, and by the gods

Ex: Achilles chooses not to kill Agamemnon because Athena tells him not to.

This is personifying the literal thought process he had so that the reader understands what’s going through his head.

Fate doesn’t force anyone to act out of character --> fate is the consequence of their life choices

The gods not caring about death and his own lack of foresight is what Achilles messes up on

He asks Zeus to help him get revenge on the Greeks because he assumes Zeus cares about that sort of thing, but Zeus is bigger than that.

That leads Patroclus’ death, btw.

The “Enduring Heart” Shit

Achilles is really butthurt that Agamemnon wronged him

The lesson he has to learn is that even if material goods can’t make up for losses, there’s no other option --> you can’t bring people back from the dead, so you have to move on

That’s the Enduring Heart shit

also, if you abstract that concept it sounds kinda like entropy to me (Don’t quote me on that tho)

He learns that lesson by feeling pity for Priam (Hector’s dad) instead of perpetuating the Rage Train

And, hey, that Enduring Heart shit is a lesson that all of us could take to heart. None of us want to die, but it’s gonna happen. Maybe that’s not fair, but throwing a temper tantrum isn’t going to change anything. Really, the only way to avoid being miserable is to embrace our mortality so we can appreciate life while we have it

don’t quote me on that tho

In a nutshell, Achilles has to accept his mortal-ness. Otherwise there’s a lot of unnecessary suffering.

That’s why we don’t need to see him die in the Iliad even though everyone makes such a big deal about the prophecy about his death. His journey was completed as soon as he found pity in himself instead of Rage - essentially rejecting the godly side of himself (oh yeah, I forgot to mention. His mom is a goddess) and embracing his mortality.

because gods don’t have to deal with death, they can Rage all they want, remember?

Also, if he never dies, he can’t be reunited with Patroclus.

OTP OTP OTP

You could probably write an essay about how Achilles died as soon as Patroclus did.

Honestly Boring Historical Context (That might be interesting if you’re a nerd like me?

The poem was basically historical fantasy even when it was first written. There are gods and super strength and shit

Greek History Over-Simplified: The Mycanaean Period was prosperous but ended suddenly. The Dark Ages of Greece followed, and we don’t know much about what happened during that because they forgot the written word was a thin.

The events of the poem probably take place during the Mycanaean Period because they use bronze weapons.

But warfare is described from more of a Dark Ages perspective. Like, they don’t use chariots the right way

Which suggests that chariots were part of the source material, then the Dark Ages made people forget how they were supposed to be sued, so the bards just kinda made shit up to explain their presence. (Don’t quote me on that tho)

The Oral Tradition of the poem means that this story was told thousands of times over hundreds (thousands?) of years. So the narrative is hones at shit.

it has the sculpted body of an Olympic athlete. Each muscle toned to do a specific job and everything works perfectly together to accomplish the sporty feat of interest. Every verse is packed with character, setting, plot, and cultural significance

Except for that Catologue of Ships shit. Boooo boring ships.

There were probably lots of other versions of the poem, but Homer told it best. His version was written down as soon as the written word was (re)invented

Side Note that wasn’t in Lombardo’s Intro

The Iliad and Odyssey are both parts of a larger body of work known as the Epic Cycle

(The Aeneid is basically Caesar Augustus-insert fanfiction at that, btw. Virgil was a satirical fanboy and I’m living for it.)

Characters and events are introduced with the assumptions that the reader already knows their importance

But we only have fragments of the rest of the Cycle today because it was either never written down or the manuscripts were lost

I’m looking at you, Burned Library of Alexandria

*sad fiddle music plays in the background

Videos That I Learned Shit From (Only, like, the first two links are relevant to the topic at hand, btw)

Basic Plot: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=faSrRHw6eZ8

More about the Epic Cycle: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G3bn0eKt4Rw

Iphigenia: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifFsKCrH3GM

Oresteia: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9kpGhivh05k

The Odyssey: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A-3rHQ70Pag&index=4&list=PLDb22nlVXGgfwG1qbOtNgu897E_ky_8To (Also, this story is my favorite of the Epic Cycle)

The Aeneid: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRruBVFXjnY&list=PLDb22nlVXGgfwG1qbOtNgu897E_ky_8To&index=5

Ancient Greek History: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mzGVpkYiJ9w&index=2&list=PLDb22nlVXGgexsbafIwirG6Tk9uww9dSW

And, yeah, these videos are all from the same channel. I’m a basic bitch and a ho for not leaving my comfort zone. Fite me.

Honestly, if anyone has other sources, let me know. Youtube history/video essays are my shit.

I hope this was helpful.

#iliad #literature #irreverent synopsis #i really like green but thats not the topic at hand #epic cycle #Achilles #Achilles and Patroclus forever #intro to the iliad

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The Colder the Winter, the Warmer the Spring - A Kalluzeb Fic

Word Count: 95,449 (know what the funny part is? I think we’re only at about the halfway point with this)

Chapters: 9/?

Rating: M

Pairing(s): Alexsandr Kallus/Garazeb Orrelios (Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla, Rex/Ahsoka Tano)

Summary:

With that, the image widened and Zeb could see that Kallus was holding something in his arms, and as the Lasat inspected the image, he gradually began to realize that it was a baby – a Lasat kit.

"Zeb...help me."

"Oh, karabast."

Excerpt:

A regular watch was maintained around Chopper Base. Those brave individuals who fought for freedom against the tyranny of the Empire wouldn't be worth much to anyone if they couldn't even manage to protect their own base. So watch was kept at all hours of the cycle, and it was kept well, but in defense of the stalwart members of Phoenix Cell, they were looking for something to come toward the base. Not for something to move away from it.

So the watch could hardly be expected to notice when a tiny figure crawled away from the rebel base in the middle of the night.

It would be difficult to say what was going through little Arkalia's mind as she crawled away from the safety of the base and out into the wastelands of Atollon, as her mind did not function in the same way as an adult being's did. Perhaps there was nothing in her mind? Or perhaps she was the only one who truly understood. It could not be said, one way or the other. So she crawled out into the darkness, unseen by the watch and ignored by the roving bands of krykna who moved through the planet's shifting stone and sand. She crawled, unafraid, guided on by something unknown...until a shape amongst Atollon's strange formations, nearly appearing to be just another mass of stone in and of itself, began to move. The massive figure shifted until a pair of distant, moonglow eyes were looking down on the baby Lasat. When the Bendu finally spoke, the surrounding stone rumbled with the force of its voice.

"So this is the child that has caused such a stir," it said as it looked her over, laughing quietly while tilting its head in curiosity. "Such a lot of trouble over such a little thing."

"A child always is," a gentle voice trickled from the shadows that surrounded the ancient Force-user – until out into the moonlight stepped Ahsoka Tano.

"Well, I suppose you would know, little mother," the giant being said, inclining its head down toward the infant strapped to the former Jedi's back.

"Yes," Ahsoka agreed, smiling tenderly down at the kit as she lifted her own little girl from her carrying sling. "I wasn't exactly expecting company, but I'm sure Mira will be glad of it," she said, lowering herself into a cross-legged position with the baby in her arms.

Though little Mira was distinctly Togruta in appearance, she still had a markedly different look than others of her mother's people. Her skin was much lighter than Ahsoka's, closer to that of her father, and where other Togruta younglings would have had patterning of some kind, the little nubs that would one day become her montrals consisted of smooth white skin. There was no other like her in all the galaxy – Ahsoka's precious daughter.

Mirjahaal Tano.

Rex's daughter.

Upon catching sight of Mira, the uncertainty that had lingered like a gathering storm cloud around little Arkalia's head dissipated instantly. Crawling forward with a curious coo, she came right up to them, reaching out with a single four-fingered paw to bat at Mira's tiny arm.

Mira was younger than Arkalia by several months, but the little half-Togruta was no less excited to meet someone closer to her own age. She smiled a wide, gummy smile at the little Lasat before letting out a happy squeal, reaching out with her own hand.

Ahsoka smiled warmly as she watched the two little girls play, speaking in their own language only they could understand. She couldn't say what it was that had called Arkalia to them. She was not Force sensitive so far as the former padawan could see. Perhaps it was just Ahsoka's presence here? A piece of space-time that didn't quite belong.

"It is of interest to me that you would risk coming here now, Ahsoka Tano," the Bendu said in its ever-contemplative tone. "After all, it would take little more than the wrong brush of a stone for the entirety of our reality to unravel around you."

"I know that," she returned with a small shrug. "And while I find that to be an over-dramatization of our actual state...some things are worth the risk."

"Love, perhaps?"

"Perhaps. I've already let too many I care about die. I can't let it happen again. Not when I have power to stop it," she responded fiercely, her hold on Mira briefly tightening.

"But do you have power?" the Bendu asked her. "You cannot, after all, affect events as they are. Not without risk of harm to this tenuous balance."

"I have more power than you can understand, even if it isn't much. I'll do what I can while I can still do it."

"Having experienced a death or two of your own, what death is it you now wish to prevent?"

Ahsoka shuddered at the press of the ancient being's intent. It knew already, she had little doubt, but wanted her to give voice to it for whatever reason.

"I have- seen things...in my meditations. While I understand that the galaxy does not turn on one small life...I feel he deserves better. He deserves to have his faith rewarded," she said, drawing Mira up to rub her cheek reassuringly against hers. At the loss of her new playmate, Arkalia looked sadly up at them, pawing at Ahsoka's knee while Mira tried to reach down to her.

"This is what you feel? Even though you know it was through the effort to avert such a loss that your own master was lost?"

"Even so. It's not the Jedi way...to choose attachment...but..."

"But...as you are so fond of pointing out, you are no Jedi," the ancient being said with a faintly sardonic smile.

"Exactly."

Jedi or no, she understood the risk she was taking. The girl she had been when she'd first known Rex would have charged in lightsabers blazing in order to save her friend; consequences to the fabric of reality be damned. The woman she was now understood that such a direct interference would ultimately harm the man she wanted to save more than it would help him. She was limited in what she could do from the outside of their paralleled timelines, but what power remained to her, she intended to use. She was not going to let Rex waste his life needlessly.

"At a time like this, they would say that you must learn to let go of what it is you fear to lose."

"And the Sith?" Ahsoka found herself asking, though she couldn't quite help giggling when Arkalia started to climb her body to get up to Mira. "What would they say?"

"The exact opposite, of course. It is not in a Sith's nature to let go of that which they perceive as belonging to them. The more they can possess, the stronger they believe themselves to be. What you will not let go, no one will take from you," it said, gazing pointedly down at her.

"What about you?" Ahsoka pressed, returning the intent stare without a shred of fear. "What do you say? What's the way in the middle?"

"I?" The Bendu raised an eyebrow, considering her for several long moments before continuing. "I say that to define love as a mere attachment...is to misunderstand what love is. What attachment is. If you believe that love is something that can be possessed or released upon a whim, then you do not know love."

The young mother nodded. The more she came to understand what was between her and Rex, the more she was inclined to accept that sort of definition. The Jedi Order had somehow come to conflate love and attachment as the same thing in its twilight years, when they really weren't the same thing at all. The code forbid attachment. It did not forbid love.

"Well," she started as she disentangled the two children from each other, carefully tucking Mira back in her sling before lifting Arkalia into her arms and climbing to her feet, "I hope that way is good enough for the Force, because that's the way I'm taking."

"Then much good may it do you, young not-Jedi," the Bendu said to her as she turned and walked out into the desert. "I shall look forward to our next meeting."

"As will I," she called over her shoulder without looking back.

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This is the first in a series of short stories I’m writing in preparation for returning to The Intercession of Godliness and Humanity in November. Checkmate follows Hera as she visits Zeus after being awakened by Morpheus. Warning for mild swearing.

The doorbell rings, and the king of the gods groans.

He doesn't turn his gaze from the television, nor does he move his body from where he lays, splayed out across the expensive couch that he has littered with food remnants.

The doorbell rings again. This time the buzzing extends; the person at the other end failing to lift their finger from the trigger. The constant bell eventually drives Zeus to his feet, and he crosses the room, entering the code that will allow his visitor access as he ignores the crackling of the intercom. There's a glass of whiskey on the side-table, and he doesn't bother to sip, instead downing the measure in one as he arranges himself back onto the couch.

By the time Hera arrives, having climbed the mount of stairs and pushed open the unlocked door to his penthouse suite, Zeus is once again fixated on the television. Hera has no desire for pleasantries, however, and she's happy to ignore the rules usually imposed on guests as she reaches for the remote, cutting off the sports game that has her husband so transfixed.

"Do you fucking mind?"

Hera ignores him, claiming an empty armchair as he finally deigns to look at her. Her back is straight, legs crossed at the ankles and hands gracefully folded in her lap. Zeus sprawls even further, a purposeful parallel to her immaculate poise.

"How'd you find me?"

"You're not the only one who keeps track of her subjects." Hera responds. It's not a lie, not quite, but she knows better than to admit the truth. She may not have the powers she once had, but her husband need not know that.

Zeus, failing to recognise amongst her words neither the evasion nor the insult that were intended, scoffs.

"Not enough to keep track of, if you ask me." He snorts, reaching for the crystal tumbler only to find it empty. "The dreamer needs to get a move on."

Hera stiffens, but Zeus fails to notice. He swings himself into a standing position, ambling over to a glass cabinet that inhabits a corner of the room in lieu of a bar. The measure he pours is more than generous, and he empties the tumbler in one mouthful before pouring himself another. It's only half way back to his seat that he remembers his guest.

"Want anything?"

"When will you release Morpheus from this ridiculous contract?" Hera replies instead, bypassing the unnecessary small talk to cut to the crux of her visit. "Hasn't this gone on enough?"

"You're the one who keeps bringing it up." Zeus answers lazily, retaking his seat. This time his feet remain on the floor, but one arm stretches out across the back of the couch as he slouches in a way pointedly reminiscent of how he once roosted on his throne.

"What is your obsession with that kid?" He asks, in a half-hearted tone that suggests he's not all that interested in hearing her answer.

"Morpheus has lived more than any of us," Hera replies, "And done more for us than you have any right to ask of him."

"I can think of a few ways you could repay him, if you like him so much."

The insinuation is obvious, but even so Zeus emphasises his point with a lewd wink that once would have sent flushes of arousal and desire coursing through Hera's body. Now, no longer naive enough to be taken in by his physical attractiveness, she just thinks him pathetic.

"I'll leave the cheating to you." She responds dryly, unable to help the smugness that settles in her chest at the anger that flickers briefly in Zeus' eyes.

"Fuck you."

"I'll pass, thanks." Hera states, leaning back in her chair with a relaxation she fails to feel. "But I'll ask again. When are you going to let Morpheus go?"

Zeus shrugs.

"When we stop being stuck in these crappy bodies."

"You know that's never going to happen."

"Well then. Guess I'm never going to release Morpheus from our agreement."

"You can't still be so cold-hearted-"

"I gambled with our lives once, yeah." Zeus interrupts, his diction slipping as he loses the little patience he had, "I ain't about to do it again. I might be forced to wait for that fucking dream god, but there's no way on earth I'm gonna trust him. He'll stick to our bargain for as long as this fucking cycle keeps on repeating itself, because we might not be on Olympus any more, but I'm still his king, and he will obey my orders."

"He obeys your orders because he's afraid of what you'll do to him if he doesn't."

Hera immediately regrets her words, wondering if she's given away too much, struck with an uneasy sense of betrayal as she voices words she knows Morpheus would never admit. This is no time for hesitation however, and so, lowering her voice, she continues.

"I wonder what would happen if someone were to tell him you don't have as much power as you claim?"

Her words are a threat, but to Zeus they're almost a present. His mouth curves into a cocksure smile, and the dangerous glint in his eye means that in that brief moment, as he raises his glass in a mocking facsimile of a toast, she remembers why they crowned him king.

"I've still got a fuckton more power than you, my dear." He says, and Hera freezes. She'd been so careful, so clever, but there's no innocence to his statement. Zeus knows, and she has never been more afraid.

"Oh yeah, I know your little secret." He continues, the elaboration unnecessary, and yet Hera can't find the words to stop him. "He might have woken you up, but you've still got just as much power as those mortals you love so much. Still, I gotta say. You've got some balls standing up to me like that."

He pauses, raising his glass mockingly once again.

"But I think we're done here. You know where the door is."

She hates herself for it, but she rises to her feet. He turns back to the television, reaching lazily for the remote, so assured of his victory that he doesn't so much as blink as she crosses the room with footsteps that drive home her failure. It's only once she's pulled open the door that she pauses, turning to look back at her husband as she stands on the brink of his domain.

"Morpheus has more power than you could ever dream of," She says, unable to conjure even the slightest pity for the king she once loved, "And I'd hate to be in your shoes once he figures that out."

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We need revenge of these people pretty badly keep on sending off their boys to do jobs to get hit and making fun of us for it.

Says silent Hill looks like much higher ups trying to harm the landlord who's getting nailed and it is true yes it's probably because of my request

We need fortifications here definitely do above ground there's no where to go. It's not true what I mean but what class that is a fortification Frank Castle Hardcastle are the people that talk to so I have them on the line, he wants to know what size Castle I want so I'm ordering some, i see what he means, we are to order several in a bunch I go to the other and you can wall them off on that and they can attract and go upwards again so I'm asking for all such a features and hes putting them in there.

We also need more troops so me and those fortifications and of course there would be remote viewing demons of all kinds and I'm getting volunteers my son's version of guy right now it's not cutting it so he's going to have to sit it out he's just watching.

Wilson need a lot of monitoring devices this place is way too big below and above it's flat yes but you can't see much in the jungle you say it all is covered but they were missing stuff all the time

I could use or we could use twice the infiltrators of all types and we need terminators here and a big way the biggest lackadaisical place on Earth and he's screaming at usto tighten it up because they're rulers, and he's been abandoned doesn't have any funding what's stupid is he's been ordering it and we've been contering it we want to win this game or lose it. You finally got some decent sized bases in people are paying attention is getting a sweet patuti handed to him daily. Okay you have to sit back the other day his leg hurts It got twisted a little, sprangs really . I want Justice in revenge let's see my son get beat up and harassed holy crap in space too you should all be embarrassed this is a horrible show for him horrible it's not doing anything but lose sitting out horrendous code society came almost to a standstill if it weren't for him I'm demanding that we do something I'm going to put it up to everyone in the meeting we're being ridiculous.

There's so many cars out there it's ridiculous too I don't know why do we need somebody well I only need cars but holy cow I'm probably a million something today we do have goals and how many and stuff like that it's a good number it's a big one tons of Chinese dirt bike 400,000 septillion tons that's a lot

And about 500,000 septillion light cycles were sold and built yesterday and there's a millions septillion today. I'm going to hang this retards out to try today, weneed ahead of it here I'm saying we start pulling them out. Second by nuada Arrianna third Zues Hera fourth Uriel and Goddess Wife fifthed Posiden and goddess wife yes we have it all of us want to but let's make a note that they're putting their names in first then harassed by you people and we listen to them because it makes a lot of sense and they're also filling in what you were doing so you have like no grounds to stand on it all and keep howling at us yelling at us we just come out and nail you. You're a little stupid aren't you boy bja were going to hit you now. There are others in the pack need to leave right now Trump and son boy are they ripe.

team's out on the missing stuff. Pull all of them in.

We need respect to these people don't respect us at all we need to rip them all out I need huge teams he's sitting in gargantuan went in Its gargantuan I'm going to try and match it others are too it's time for activity here tired of thier b******* dance.we made great progress yesterday. It took down huge areas Cordoned and removed all the stuff and fed our Kaiju.

Giant areas Incorporated and yeah from the middle area mostly and but it is the area and it's within it it was full of these ideas they're heading north to cerebrus. It's about $300,000 septillion and an hour and he is in disbelief because that's so many it's way too many I say it's it's a lot it's going up there and they're fighting and they're fighting over very high-tech abandoned computers that have technology in them they need to try and stay alive and it is a gigantic Exodus gigantic ours are to remain in the midwest until further notice from us not this particular website unless you hear from us here. We notify hours in a timely basis in other words my son doesn't know when to notify you. Is a large number of cats running loose out here big cats too bobcats and a bunch of puma is three in this area that are puma it doesn't like 8 ft long sometimes I'm going after you BJ I'm going to take you down I'll get you out of your CIA office because of your last comment sick of hearing it for you snide little b**** you don't meet up for the role at all just saying that not to say those things and I'm going to kick your ass right now. You're affected by Asians I'm going to make it worse so we can get away with stuff take things from you okay that's what we're doing that's what he does that's what he tells us to do you're a weakling and we're going to make sure you know it .

We see how it is if you don't like it don't have the idiot do it well he keeps doing it when you keep losing because he has an idiotic dream cuz he's stupid and he put him in power cuz he wanted to make mistakes and who cares you're goners because of it good. The hell am I going to say if your idiot comments the guy is a freaking moron you put them in there to fail on purpose to cause chaos we usually against you that's the way it is why I can say is I put them in there on purpose it suck and they don't do anything else he's right everybody has the same reaction to him you have to die VGA he says that's what we're doing and we're taking his stuff and you just like repeating it and hope it doesn't happen enough because you want to be annoying doesn't matter we're going after him with sufficient Force and we're taking sufficient amount of materials and so forth so just keep on flapping CAA retorts I'm going to tell you I can't stand it here nobody does their job right or at all the bja and complete failure and we should have pushed him out years ago is there is just running around like a little boy making fun of people and you probably should. That's a nice observation mak we're going to take advantage of it now we're not selling or even noticing what you're doing cuz you're not doing anything, I tried to annoy me again I guess saying that we need to do something and then you're not which is annoying so I'm going to double up what we're doing and yes tons of your artifacts from Max since your money your white gold here at one point he had almost all of it so we took half of it the piece of s*** isn't even mad because he's so stupid he doesn't know it left Thor Freya add that last part so I'm mad anyways angry at him Max says well that's something it really is you're pissing me off so I'm going after him like I work for your stuff but we take the stuff for our side CAA says I've had a VGA you're all done they do it every time you just don't say it every time you piece of s*** for a loser says you want to be him it's a neighborhood full of that stupid crap this place needs to be flushed out for his his survival and ours I do agree with that yeah for real the reality at all everything you do is to try and steal his torso and mine for that matter that's how you actually die you grab stands stand like that way too she just wants me gone then he'll be leader isn't upsetting crowd that your body is you and if they're so stupid I think it's true we had Dan's body when it falls over and the coins come out it's just a body okay internet you're in nut case PGA you're in nut case. And placed a lot of orders yesterday and what's going to happen today and I'm putting more out there I'm sick and tired of you retards messing up every second of my day you're not to do it if you're doing it you're done I'm going to make sure it happens mac daddy says

We see the orders they're placing and what is going to happen and it's not pretty in some cases but mostly they're going after these idiots tons of them and I'll seem to asking for it all night long

They lost three quarters of their areas that were laid down for ships it's because of their mouths they're going around telling foreigners and us we're going to conqueror you, and the max were saying it too cuz he's retards the retards influence them too they lost a whole bunch of lay down areas too tons of concrete many cases we just go in and take the concrete it's giant amounts of it and they can't keep it there at all and fightng them fiercely and drawing them to it and it works we don't want no stupid blockaide.

Play people are out soon because you requested it and you're going on all these missions most won't return probably get killed one of the biggest ones it's overlooked the silent Hill all day up there in Vegas very underplayed because we need to hit you all sorts of TV shows and movies are going on right now too many to mention most of it's inches around Steven seagal's movie right now and it's not above the law so when will the ship in the sub and Dan is going to sink and then sigourney and Obama are free and find one of their old houses it's intact yeah it's all shut up later some idiot wonders into it. There's a whole bunch of nonsensical garbage coming out of you people I'm going to make sure you shut your mouth forever there's a war of a cerebus and it's going on now big time cuz they're out and back and they don't do a series of movies or anything I have to get out of here they did figure that out and these are armies thier trying to locate them they can't find any. So they go around and they try to and train some people find it was impossible they know what to do. They're up momentarily and off planet we think today and the Nostromos floats as a derelict ship in space. Until someone finds it BJ Haley takes it to Saturday fails and dies returns a loser and the AI escapes and as a guardian Obama and sigourney are missing.

That saga begins shortly it ends very quickly but during it they're very important milestones that are met a milestone in xenomorph Kraken history they're all that race and a milestone in the Kraken harvester race and our timeline changes drastically and is a milestone in the AI escaping and people see where it goes exactly where I said it would to Titan.

And there's more but those are the very big ones and floating city is a concept is not huge no idiot VGA coming after you now huge huge forces here today is your day going to court for sedition you're going to lose.

In a massive plea for for our friend here to get help and we accept their volunteer service we need their help and people are signing up it's great it's the greatest too and it was me requesting that they sign up yes Thor and prayer and Freya my wife adds we're on to this you people here are annoying

I'm ordering huge battalions to attack your ship late on areas including the Star blazers I'm sick of that scene shouldn't even be happening in Russia our son says so we're going to take it down. Red Hill with gobble up half of Tommy f Army and half of Mac Daddy's Army that's going to gobble up the rest of it and they have to go there if they don't others will it's also comet Intel and Tommy is thought of as having it in the first place, many things that his foreign to the comet was a loose or is it a ruse as you sat inside the comments on Earth for years he and his people a lot of other people are sitting out there in space like Trump and others a lot of Bullock moreloke we're overlooked tons of them.

We will assist in destroying the blockade now I'm tired of listening stupid for food this dumb reasoning and how Mac wants us to believe stuff to defeat ourselves. We're going after you if you're asinine snide remarks right now you're a loser you're a retard now mac he said the other day and we believe it he act stupid you sound stupid you are stupid.

The Kraken in the Great lakes is almost ready to rise just a few more waves and he'll be out of there what's up the whole place heats up again phenomenally because the ships are found by some below huge numbers of people go to silent Hill as a matter of fact that's what the whole thing is triggered by but at first it's and that's today we expect about 40,000 septillion today and about twice that by the end of the day and that will do it the cracking will move and check it chapter 1 and 2 will have to have to happen real quick it's going on today they say I'm not sure why maybe because it was on that scope too there's movement that's detected up there underground and they are going to derry and nearby right now tons of going up there yes.

Obama and wife will pull in shortly this morning and the East Coast will light on fire during the hearing and you'll be able to see it here the reactions they went out of there and just distracks the morlock. And the max are able to slap them with all sorts of fines and more while they're distracted it's a heaven sent thing.

The war over The Shatteredome room is in full swing. We have two more

Venezuela in all in hole we said we had it in when we did not it's the southern 700 we have it in reminding us the remaining or and the uranium per plan it is a giant gigantic huge huge shatteredome

Chixilub in whole, and yes we took it to finally reminding it out in hole and we're taking out the remaining iron ore which is less than a 30 second and uranium per plan

These two are very significant and if they're nearby and we're making a lot of progress nearby and we're coming up with a lot of things to do they're making it happen your son is a slight injury and other things wrong with them when we need to help him heal I'm going to start working on that it's uncomfortable as hell and it's going to work because of this and that's what we know shortly Texas will draw empty the others we need the upper Midwest now and we can't move out to Cajun without it but that's going to empty out shortly because of cerebus the fight over the computer, a lot of it will happen today because some warlock are down to Texas and they are heated up because of the hearing it will draw tons there with armament and it will draw tons of the Yeager out and robots and he'll keep refilling it from others. I anticipate by the end of the weekend we should have all of these shatteredome in the mining stage. And all of them in.

Norway empties rapidly tons went up there. But once the Kraken leaves the upper Midwest Red Hill as a concept is put into high gear it is a massive thing and it will make it huge everywhere that one location is going to be gigantic and what a strange place it is already that's a weirdos up there said Florida the place is run down and there's no sewer or running water everyone has to gather it from the rain and clean it and defecate wherever so it stinks and hates it and they can't figure out how to fix it they should call Stan oh boy you effing loser Sherry says. We're applying ourselves here to get this place fixed to get those things out of here and get the septic fixed he thinks I have to replace the leach field a lot of people think that because it's crap and something things are hefty they're like 10 in wide walls he hasn't seen a septic tank like that before it's very hefty it really is it's going on now that trying to fix it truthfully they are the max are as son as laughing not directly at them but at the concept of these idiots the sitting of the way of everything. VGA laughs because their senses it ends up like silent hills area s*** everywhere nothing works and no one wants to live there and here he says we can't help it which is really stupid to say people hate that Tommy f is promoting it and provoking it it's just it's not hard to do to you he's doing most of it okay tons of people are beating on them to try to get the freaking septic fixed. Lot of people are wealthy they can't even pay people to do it and try to have Cruise come from foreign countries even wouldn't work they tried to hire a sim. Nope. How about a robot crew now we don't go to that area. Did check though. But seriously folks the county is trying to get it done and then went handsome playing and trying to get the county involved Tommy f having a bird on him.

Other things for being done to fix that the Marauders are being attacked they're cloning is being attacked and by tons of people including Max everybody's had enough for this guy and last night uncut gems BG was injured critically how long with Mac and it was by Tommy f not Trump and that's what they're saying but no Trump shot him Tommy f is waiting and had him do it so now Trump is dead and Tommy f is dead. Tons to see it too he's recuperating he's going to send the orders. A lot of people see this too Tommy f and Trump are sitting up there and they're frying themselves and our son doesn't care in any way needs them out it's knee hurts the a****** sit on it for crying out loud just like they're sitting on Garth. There's a huge movement to help out people like Garth yes. Is he is working his rebel and it's working my son helped this happen believe it or not and it's because of Africa and he gave my boosted really shocked to control shack he said when is it when is it ever going to be the day when you have to do it and get up this morning early and started banging on the walls moving everybody so sensitive image of mostly carth and Mike dodos living there. There's a lot of laughter a little bit more now but it's working and the area that Lily had is still hers BGA came and almost messed it up and Jason helped out and had Africans involved and pushed the macks out, held Tommy f out still are. And a striking Tommy f if he does something wrong tries to attack again they go after his area in Africa as people keep complaining and that's how it is it's going on now it's sort of got it again. Huge changes coming up massive things are occurring giant bonds lifted

Moreover this more going on but that's the recap

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Life, Love and Death--End

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Persephone, Demeter, and Hades come up with a solution.

Hades waited patiently by Persephone’s bedside. She hadn’t woken up yet, but was breathing easier, and her color started to come back ever since she returned to the Underworld.

Hades watched her breath, stomach ascending and descending as she took in air. She looked peaceful. And still, Hades could only ask ‘why.’

The silence was broken as Hermes cleared his throat behind him. The young God didn’t like being so far in the underworld, Hades could tell, but as messenger, he did what he had to. “Um, I delivered your message to Lady Demeter,” he said, “But….um…”

“WHERE IS HE?!” A loud voice rang through the halls.

Hermes cleared his throat again, “She wanted to deliver her response herself.”

Hades nodded as they listened to the thundering footsteps close in. “Thank you, Hermes,” Hades said, respectfully, “You may go.”

Relieved, Hermes clicked his winged heels and flew away, just before Demeter stormed in. Hades kept his seat by Persephone’s side, watching as she took in the scene. She glared and sneered at him. “Out of my way,” she snapped, pushing him practically out of the chair as she went to hold Persephone’s hand.

Hades heard her make a tiny sob, no doubt feeling the chill of her daughter’s skin. “I don’t care about why,” she muttered, voice full of poison, “I know that already. I just want to know how to fix it.”

Hades sighed. It wasn’t like he expected her to be okay with this. “It cannot be.”

Demeter sobbed again, turning on him. “Not even I expected you to go this far, Hades,” she said, still clutching her daughter’s hand to her chest, as though she could warm it. “You proclaim to love her, and then you try to KILL her.”

“I did not,” he protested. She scoffed, “I’ve told you before, Demeter, I do not lie.”

“Your dog gave this to her,” She muttered, “YOU came and stole her. Again!”

“I know how this must appear,” Hades said, “And I don’t have all the answers as to how this happened. But I had no intention of ever harming Persephone. I only brought her here at all to save her life.”

“I don’t believe you,” she said, “I can’t...I can’t believe you.”

Hades sighed, “If I meant to steal her away, why would I have messaged you?”

Demeter frowned, thinking. “Maybe so you can try and trick me,” she said, “Maybe so you can try and convince me to stop Zeus from smiting you into oblivion.”

“If Zeus wants to kill me, fine,” Hades said, “If the both of you want to cast me off into Tarturus and leave me to the will of the Furies, so be it. If you want to devise some punishment for me so that I never see a living soul again and am tortured for the rest of eternity then I will face that punishment willingly. There is nothing you can do to me that will make me regret saving her life, because I love her. I love her more than I have loved anything before. I love her more than most mortals love in their entire lifetimes. I love….I love her as much as you do.” Demeter stared at him, stunned at the passion in his words, more emotion than she had ever heard from him. He swallowed, shaking from his own emotions. “So do what you want to me. It changes nothing.”

There was a moment of silence as the siblings stared each other down, before they were interrupted by a low, slow chuckle. They both turned, hearts in their throats as they saw slits of green behind Persephone’s eyelids and a small smile turned on her lips. “I told you, mother,” she said softly, but in the quiet they could hear each word perfectly, “I told you he was different.”

Demeter collapsed to her knees by the side of the bed. “Persephone?” she whispered, tears in her voice, “Persephone, darling, can you hear me? How do you feel?”

“Wonderful,” Persephone said, “And...a little shaky. But mostly the first thing.” Hades took a half step forward, trying to give them space, but wanting...needing to be sure Persephone was all right. With his movement, her eyes flickered toward him. “You look terrible,” she said, teasing.

He couldn’t help his smile at that. “You look beautiful,” He said kindly.

Persephone’s smile widened and she turned back to her mother. “Hades is telling the truth, he didn’t bring me the pomegranate. That was my choice, and my choice alone.”

Demeter smiled, “Daughter...I know...you may THINK that, but--”

“I know it,” Persephone said her words final.

She told them the story of meeting Gaia, of what the goddess had told her, of the cycle of life and death. It was more than what Hades had been expecting, but...it made some kind of sense. Now if Demeter would only believe it…

Demeter’s brow creased as she listened to her daughter. For the life of him, Hades couldn’t read her expression. “Do you understand what you’ve done?” She asked, her voice low. Honestly, Hades had the same question.

Persephone nodded. “Yes. I do. You can’t keep me away from the Underworld anymore. I HAVE to stay.”

“But do you UNDERSTAND?!” Demeter demanded, “You….you can never return! Not to visit me, not to see the sun, the grass, the flowers….not….not ever!”

“Actually,” Hades interrupted, Demeter snapping her head over to him, “She only ate 6 seeds. It’s...it’s possible she could return, for part of the year at least.”

Demeter scowled, “How long?”

Hades sighed, thinking. “Maybe half of the year. Then she’d have to return.”

Demeter clutched her head in sorrow. “It’s all right, mother,” Persephone said, sitting up and taking her mother’s hand. “Listen you….you are life, blooming and blossoming….messy and chaotic, and beautiful.” Persephone reached her other hand out for Hades. Hesitantly, he stepped forward and took it. “You, my love, are death. Scary at first, but...peaceful, calm...everlasting and dependable.” She squeezed both their hands, “I am the bridge between you both. Between the dark winter...and the bright summer. Between the cold and the warmth. This is my duty, my domain, the one I have chosen for myself.” She smiled at them, “I hope to be as good at it as the both of you are with yours.”

Demeter choked up on her own sobs. “I just...I don’t want to lose you…” she muttered.

“You won’t,” Persephone said, “You won’t ever. I’m already going to be the only wife in all of Greece who has to share time with her mother.”

Something deep in Hades’ soul that hadn’t been sparked in very long months lit up like a beacon at the word ‘wife.’ Did she mean….could they really….

“You,” Demeter snarled turning on Hades. Hades took a step back, but Persephone held him steady, “If you hurt her….if you cause her distress or are unfaithful, or in anyway cause her pain….I will ensure that the suffering that comes to you is worse than anything caused by the Winter.”

Hades nodded, “Of course,” He said.

“You will take care of her,” Demeter said through her tears, “You...you work to make her happy.”

Hades nodded again, “Every day I will. I promise.”

Demeter wiped her eyes as best she could, still clutching onto Persephone’s hand. “Then,” she said, “we have someone we need to talk to.”

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“You’re telling me,” Zeus said, staring them both down, “That not only did you disobey my DIRECT order about seeing her, now you both are going to start another thrice-damned WINTER? Every YEAR?”

“There’s no alternative,” Hades said, facing Zeus, “Persephone needs to spend half of the year, every year, in the underworld to survive.”

“And the plants will need that time to rest so they can continue blooming when the warmth returns,” Demeter said, “According to Persephone, anyway.”

Zeus massaged his temples, shaking his head. “According to Pers...oh for Olympus’ sake…” He looked up at the both of them. “This is treasonous, you realize. Once I’ve given my word, it is final, it must be for it to mean anything.” Zeus stood, “Lord Hades for breaking my command, you must be punished. We’ll figure out something to do with the girl, but--”

“Oh would you be quiet?” A fourth voice said, entering the room.

Hades and Demeter instantly bowed their heads. “Sister Hera,” Hades greeted, “you are looking well.”

Hera sneered at him, walking into the room. “Don’t use flattery, Hades, it doesn’t come naturally to you.” She turned to her husband, “Just because they found a way to force your hand on this doesn’t give you the right to get all cranky. You know perfectly well you allowed this whole situation to get out of hand in the first place. Not to mention, it’s extraordinarily rich of you to criticize someone for breaking YOUR word, when we both know your word is worth less than a piece of wet donkey dung to you.”

Hades and Demeter tried to hide their shocked faces.. Zeus was not so successful, balking at her sharp words. “Hera…” he said through clenched teeth, “Can we please talk about this later?”

“No we cannot, it’s happening now, and so we’ll discuss this now,” She said, hands on her hips, “I warned you, I keep warning you that spreading your damn kids across the entirety of Greece is going to cause problems, but do you even listen to me? No! Of course not!”

Zeus grit his teeth, glaring down his wife. “Can we meet in private then?” He said, grimacing.

Hera assented and the pair went off on their own. Hades and Demeter exchanged exasperated glances. “Sometimes, I just think….there but for the fates go I…” Demeter murmured, watching the back of the King and Queen, “Thank mother I dodged THAT arrow.” Hades chuckled. “Are you sure you want to get married?”

He smiled, looking over at Zeus and Hera arguing. “Absolutely.”

Demeter nodded. “Good. That was a test.”

Eventually, Zeus and Hera made their way back. “In punishment for breaking my command,” Zeus said to Hades, “My order will stand. You will be forbidden from seeing Persephone…” Hades heart dropped, “...while she is on Earth. When she returns to the Underworld for her half of the year, you will be permitted to see her...and...should you wish...marry her.”

Hades lit up like a torch. “Thank you, kind Brother,” Hades said, bowing his head, “And to you, Sister,” He bowed to Hera as well.

Hera shrugged non-chalantly. “Well. I am the goddess of marriage, after all. Besides, if I could send all of his illicit WHELPS,” She bit the word out, making Zeus flinch, “down to the Underworld, I would.”

Demeter stared awkwardly at her feet, avoiding Hera’s eyes. Zeus sighed. “Well, I have to go prepare for another damn winter, apparently. Go, tell your bride the good news.”

Hades actually beamed, nodding. “Yes, my King.”

He all but ran out the door, leaving his siblings behind. “You know,” Hera said, watching him leave, “Our brother actually can be rather sweet sometimes.”

Demeter huffed. “I still don’t know what she sees in him.”

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“Are you sure?” Demeter kept asking her, even as she helped her dress, “If you’re not, we can figure something out, seeds be damned.”

“Mother,” Persephone chastised, “I’ll be ok.” Truth be told, she was feeling a little off-kilter being away from the Underworld, but it was only for a short stretch.

Demeter took a deep breath. “Alright, Alright.” She pulled her into a tight hug. “See you in the spring.”

“In the spring,” Persephone agreed. She was the spring.

Demeter lowered Persephone’s veil, and Hera pulled her sister back, letting Persephone step onto the golden chariot. Hades had sent his own chariot to fetch her, the black horses knowing the way back to her home.

Demeter cried and cried until Persephone was out of sight. Persephone waved all the way, until the clouds covered her like a cold blanket and she was pulled off Olympus and below to the Earth.

The road was lonely, but beautiful. Every once in a while she’d encounter a mortal who would gasp and gape at the beautiful maiden being carried off on horses dark as night.

They watched as she passed, behind her the leaves on the trees turning from bright summer green to the golden colorful autumn array. Persephone smiled, looking up at the trees that showered her in colorful confetti. A wedding gift from her great grandmother, and she could practically hear Gaia laughing in the wind.

Soon, the chariot reached the mouth of the cave and plunged her into darkness. Persephone closed her eyes, remember the first gift that Hades had given her, the sight of the dead. She opened her eyes again….

...and was met with the most glorious sparkling beauty she’d ever beheld.

The path down to the Underworld was decorated in bright gemstones of every shape and hue, gold and silver glittering from the walls and guiding her, leading her to her home.

She was carried down to the river Styx. She remembered lying in the river bed her first several days there. On the river, Charon stood on his ferry, the ferry full of the dead coming in. Even for a wedding, people didn’t stop dying. Charon whispered something, and the dead all bowed to her.

Persephone realized they were bowing to their Queen.

At the gates, Cerberus could hardly keep himself still. He was clearly under orders not to lick her and ruin her wedding look, but was finding it a hard order to obey. Smiling beneath her veil, Persephone pulled on the reigns, getting the horses to slow for a moment. She reached out her hand, and gave a pet to each of the heads, before continuing on.

Entering the throne room, she found it more filled with life than it had ever been. Nearly all the major Gods were here, none daring to offend the Lord of the Underworld, with the exception of Demeter, who had sent her off from Olympus, and Hera, who despite being helpful would not ever attend a celebration for one of Zeus’ illicit children. Hestia smiled at her as she passed, whispering a “You look lovely.”

At the head of the room, Hades stood before the twin thrones. One would be Persephone’s, now until the end of time.

The rest of the ceremony was a bit of a blur, until the moment Hades lifted the veil from Persephone’s head. She looked up into his eyes that were sparkling with tears as he looked at her. Slowly, one fell down his cheek, landing with an audible ‘drip’ on the Underworld floor.

He took her face in his hands, bending to her. She in turn stood on her toes, still bare as they always were, and they kissed one another, a promise to one another in view of all the Gods.

Below their feet, from the point where Hades tear fell, dark grass grew and died immediately, the blades golden brown with haunting beauty. All around them, black roses with thorns as dangerous as they were beautiful decorated the once bare throne room.

The other Gods left as quickly as possible, none exactly relishing being in the Underworld, But Persephone and Hades didn’t mind. All they needed, all they ever needed, was each other.

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Many years later

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“And don’t forget the flowers, I’ll need a bouquet of them from the field of Nysa delivered to her. Make sure to tell her how the Garden is doing, and that the pomegranates are flourishing this year. Oh! I almost forgot. Cerberus has learned a new trick, he’s been pretending to be dead. It’s actually quite disturbing, but he seems to enjoy it.”

“Lord Hades….” Hermes said, sounding tremendously put upon, “I’m...delighted...of course, to bring messages to your wife, but….I do have other deliveries I need to make….and….a life….” He spoke hesitantly and tiredly. Hades might have had sympathy for him. And yet, he didn’t.

Hades never thought of himself as scary. It’s not like he ever really did anything to anyone, not unless he really needed to. Still, just staring Hermes down was all he needed to intimidate the young God. “You know what?” Hermes said, putting his notes aside, “It’s really not much of a problem, I can do this quickly. So um. I’ll let you know what she says. Bye!”

With that, he was off, and Hades smirked to himself. The summer months were coming to a close, families were storing their harvests, and soon Winter would come. And with it, his beloved Persephone.

“Um, Lord Hades?” Hermes voice came from the next hall, “I think I have a delivery for you.”

Hades frowned, about to follow him out, but he was stopped in the doorway by a young woman. He had to blink at her a few times before recognizing her as, “Persephone?”

Persephone smiled, the same bright glorious smile she always had. “Hello, Husband.”

Not hesitating a moment longer, he lifted her in the air and spun her in his arms, causing her to shriek and giggle. “You’re early!” He exclaimed.

She giggled more, leaning down to kiss him. “There was a good harvest this year. The humans have all they need, so….thought they could use a little winter.”

He smiled, putting her down so he could kiss her again. “Welcome home,” He said.

He never cried when she was gone. He was sad, and he missed her, but in the Underworld, sorrow was hardly overwhelming enough to bring him to tears.

But joy...joy would overflow from Hades like a river washing away anything in its path.

He had cried on their wedding day (more than once, though he wouldn’t admit it.)

One day, he would cry when Persephone would send him a message from Hermes, telling him she had found out she was pregnant.

One day, he would cry, holding his first child (a daughter, as lovely as Persephone, but with hair like Hades, black as night) in his arms.

And he would cry like he was crying now, every single time Persephone returned to him.

Persephone, on the other hand, laughed, reaching up to wipe Hades’ tears away. “It’s good to be back.”

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And so the Feeling Grows

Bellarke Christmas Calender 2017

December 23rd:

by Rosie [bisexualbellamyblake] [ao3]

Word count: 7538

Rating: M

Thank you so much to Rosie ♥ for participating in our bellarke christmas. Please go and check out her other great work.

In general, Christmas is a sucky time to be in unrequited love with someone.

Not that unrequited love is ever that great, but the holiday season always makes it sting a little bit more. With the seemingly global sense that the end of the year is also the most romantic time of year, a lot of annoying practices start to take place when the weeks tick over from November to December: extended family and friends start wanting to know if you’re seeing anyone new, every movie on TV begins centring a couple falling in love over the holiday season, and going to any shop ever means having to look through stands of items that would apparently be perfect for a significant other.

Which is annoying, but usually tolerable.

Specifically to Clarke, this Christmas is a sucky time to be in unrequited love with someone, because the person she’s in unrequited love with also happens to be the person she’s eight months pregnant with.

And specifically to Clarke, it’s because that person is Bellamy, and today she has to come to terms with the unfortunate reality that she is still stupidly attracted to him when he’s wearing a ridiculous Christmas sweater.

Seriously, the combination of Christmas and pregnancy is not a good one.

“Are you seriously wearing that?” Clarke asks, after she manages to get her voice working again. She may have been standing by the door for a few long beats, eyes roaming over him, taking in the stupid tight red and white knit he’s got on, the pattern of reindeer and Christmas trees somehow not looking awful on him.

Bellamy looks over his shoulder and grins. He’s in their still mostly bare nursery, tape measure in one hand and a notepad in the other, and the fact that they’re about to go baby furniture shopping probably doesn’t help with how fond of him she is. Not that much does, these days.

“To your mum’s Christmas party? Probably not,” he teases, and Clarke rolls her eyes. “But today, yeah. That was the deal, wasn’t it?” He asks, which is technically true, but Clarke didn’t think he’d actually follow through with what was mostly just his response to her petulant grumblings. “You wear that one and I wear this one?”

She looks down, huffs out a short laugh at her own Christmas sweater. It’s not as ridiculous as Bellamy’s, could probably even be considered nice in different circumstances, but it still feels a little silly when it’s stretched over her very ballooned belly. But Bellamy bought it for her, so she’s wearing it. And apparently he’s wearing his one too.

“Yeah, I guess it was,” Clarke says, looking back up to give him a fond smile. “Anyway, you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be, yeah.” He slips the little notepad into his back pocket before walking over to her, a hand unsurprisingly finding her belly as he presses a kiss to Clarke’s forehead. “And how is little Persephone today?”

Clarke laughs, ducking her head with a smile. “Bean is doing just fine. Woke up early this morning, but didn’t get too active until I was up myself, so that was nice.”

“Very considerate, Persephone,” Bellamy says, giving her belly one last rub as he grins teasingly at her, and seriously, it’s really, really unfair of him to do that to her.

So yeah, Christmas can suck it.

She had been sleeping with Bellamy for about a year when she found out she was pregnant, and it happened in what was probably the most clichéd way possible: sitting on the bathroom floor with a positive pregnancy test in her hand, about two weeks after realising she had fallen in love with him.

Which was honestly just really inconvenient timing.

He reacted basically how she expected, shifting from shocked to supportive before Clarke had even finished her rambling confession, and they decided that night that they were going to keep the baby and raise it together, as best friends. Which was a term that felt all too significant to Clarke, when Bellamy said it, and the part of her that had hoped that this might give her the courage to say something quickly died, leaving a bittersweet sense of happiness and excitement as Bellamy placed his hand over her still-flat stomach.

“We’re doing this,” he had said, almost a question, and Clarke had nodded, even managed a sincere smile. He was still her best friend, and that would always be enough.

“Yeah,” she said, placing her hand over his and squeezing. “We’re doing this.”

They saw the baby for the first time a week later, and both of them teared up when their little blob appeared on screen, when they heard the quick beat of its heart.

“You’re eight weeks along,” the ultrasound technician had told them. “Your baby is about the size of a kidney bean.”

And so they started calling their baby Bean.

The following months went by quickly, Bean growing bigger, Clarke getting a proper baby bump, and Bellamy beginning to buy tiny baby clothes and proceeding to send photos of them to her with an array of heart and smile emojis. Baby names started being discussed, and it wasn’t long before he was suggesting ones in the same vein as Octavia. Augustus was the easy one to start off with, but in a matter of weeks he’d flown through Hera and Neptune, Vulcan and Demeter, always managing to make Clarke lose herself in a fit of giggles, unable to help herself when he so seriously sung a lullaby to their dear Hermes. And when Bean started moving about, kicking and punching, she also grew used to Bellamy’s hovering, how much he loved touching her belly, talking to the baby and playing little games with it, always so loving and close.

None of which really helped with the fact that she was stupidly in love with him, but not much did; these were all just little things that she was slowly getting used to, that were becoming part of her routine.

He asked her to move in when she was six and a half months along, adorably formal as he went through what appeared to be a rehearsed speech outlining why it was a good idea, and two weeks later they were packing up her stuff and moving it into the room Miller used to reside. The spare room would become a nursery, which, as Bellamy pointed out, would allow him to be there whenever she or Bean needed. And so she grew used to that, too; sharing Bellamy’s space, seeing him sleep-rumpled before work each day and sitting at the kitchen bench to watch him cook each night, going grocery shopping and bickering over food choices and hanging out on the couch to binge watch something on Netflix.

And it all felt so good, living together and getting ready for the baby, Bellamy buying a photo album to put the first ultrasound pictures in and Clarke getting a onesie with I LOVE MY DAD printed on it, placing bets on whether it’d be a history nerd or an art nerd, that Clarke’s heart felt like it was just on a continuous cycle of bursting with excitement and love and fondness.

And now she’s wearing a stupid Christmas sweater that he bought her, while they’re shopping for Bean’s room, and honestly, she will admit that her life is a bit of a mess.

“Okay, so, yeah, I think we should get this one.”

Clarke startles, blinking up from where her eyes were fixated on Bellamy’s arms, to find him looking at her expectantly. Apparently she’s missed some of the conversation, but that’s not really surprising. His Christmas sweater is really and truly distracting.

“Hm?” She asks, and he huffs out a small laugh, eyes fond as he looks at her.

“This one,” he prompts, hand moving to the side of her belly to turn her to the crib in question, because he loves any excuse to touch it. It doesn’t really help with her being distracted, but it’s still nice. Unbelievably so.

“Yeah, this is a good one,” Clarke agrees, looking the crib over again. They’d done their research before shopping, and have looked at the various choices carefully in person today, and unsurprisingly, she was leaning towards this one too. “Plus, I liked the matching changing table we saw earlier,” she adds, nodding towards the previous section of the store. “And it goes with the dresser you’ve already got, so — colour co-ordination.”

“The most important aspect of a newborn’s bedroom,” Bellamy teases.

“Shut up,” she says, receiving a bright, happy grin in return, one that makes her melt a little bit.

Which is basically how the whole day has gone so far, just a series of Bellamy-interactions that have been simultaneously the best and the worst. His excited enthusiasm mixing with an adorable seriousness about anything baby-related. The fact that he can’t seem to stop touching her, even though they’re in public, always wanting to keep a hand on her belly, always so close. How he keeps talking to the baby, asking what its opinion is when they can’t agree on inane things like which Winnie the Pooh wall-art is best, trying to get a reaction to whatever he wants.

It’s honestly a surprise she hasn’t been more distracted, but she has had six or so months to get used to this side of Bellamy. By the time Bean arrives, she’ll probably be a pro.

“Okay, so, this crib, the changing table you liked, and then we just needed a stroller and a car seat, yeah?”

“Just that, yeah,” Clarke says, letting her head drop onto his shoulder and feeling his hand come up to rub at the nape of her neck. They’ve been here for an hour and a half, already, and he knows how quickly she gets tired on her feet these days. “I might need a power nap before we put any of this up today,” she adds, as his nails go to scratch at her scalp softly. “So be prepared for that.”

Bellamy chuckles, and Clarke makes herself stand back up, return his fond smile with a tired one of her own. “I’m prepared,” he assures. “But if you need a pick me up, I did see something earlier that I reckon you’ll like.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

“I’ll show you,” Bellamy says, and he takes her hand before leading her to the part of the store housing children’s toys and accessories, making her increasingly suspicious. “Now, you gotta close your eyes first. The reveal is as important as the item.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You love it,” Bellamy counters, raising his brows until she does as he asks and closes her eyes, but not before she rolls them at him pointedly.

And then he’s gone, pulling his hand from hers as he does something about a foot away, from what she can tell, coming back in less than a minute and shifting her slightly so she’s apparently standing in the right direction.

“Okay, open,” he says, and when she does, he’s holding a little wooden carving of the letter ‘A’ up to her face. A smile grows immediately; after months of this, she knows exactly where it’s going, and Bellamy doesn’t disappoint. His own grin is huge. “Okay, so picture this: crib on the wall opposite the door, and just above it—” He gestures for her to look behind him, and she snorts as soon as she sees what he’s set up. The same little wooden alphabet carvings sitting on a ledge, spelling out H E P H A E S T U S. “Hephaestus. Definitely a good name.”

“You’re ridiculous,” she says again, and Bellamy grins.

“And yet, you still love it,” he throws back, and she shakes her head with a laugh. “And it helped, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, it did.”

“And now you’re ready to spend another two hours deciding which stroller is best?”

“Of course I am,” she says, biting back a smile as she squeezes Bellamy’s hand in thanks. “Let’s go find ourselves a stroller.”

Thankfully, it isn’t actually two hours. Between deciding on both a stroller and a car seat, it’s another hour at the store before they’ve decided on everything, and they manage to get it all paid for and packed into Bellamy’s car in another twenty minutes. Clarke’s still considering passing out on the drive home, but Raven texts as soon as they’re on the highway, and she’s feeling nice enough to hold out on her nap a little longer.

Raven: How fancy is “smart casual” in your family though Like, if I don’t rock up in a gown will I be turned away at the door? Srs answers only

Clarke: You don’t have to wear a gown, but that’s on the condition that your outfit contains colours like “mauvulous” and “zesty lemon” And is low-key ugly so rich ppl think it’s the new trend Think multiple types of fabric

Raven: Damn I knew it

Clarke: But actually, basically what you’d expect Probably no jeans and sneakers, but jeans and boots with a nice top will do

Raven: I guess that’s do-able What’re you wearing? Maybe i’ll just wear the same thing, but like, a hotter version

Clarke: Dick I don’t know I’ve complained about what I’m wearing to this party so much that Bellamy bought me this sweater yesterday and said I should just rock up in it [Img attached]

Raven: What the fkuc He bought you a fucking christmas maternity sweater??? And you’re wearing it??????

Clarke: It’s really comfy Shut up And besides I made him wear this in return [Img attached]

Raven: God you two are disgustingly together You’re literally wearing matching christmas sweaters what the fukc

Clarke feels herself flush, and can’t help but glance up at Bellamy, but his eyes are still focused on the road ahead of them, and he’s softly singing along to the Christmas carols on the radio.

Clarke: Shut up For that I’m making you go shopping with me next weekend But seriously, this kid won’t stop growing, and it’s making it impossible to choose something to wear in advance, unless it’s sweats with a very elastic elastic band

Raven: With boots and a nice top?

Clarke: Now I’m making you buy me lunch too

Raven: Yeah yeah Go make out with your “roommate” If only in the hopes that both of you will take those stupid fucking tops off

Clarke: [middle finger emoji] I fuckin WON’T

The thing is, Clarke knows Bellamy loves her.

They’ve been best friends for too long for her to think otherwise, have been there for each other through various shitty times, break ups and crises, that there’s no way Clarke could doubt it. He loves her, and it’s enough; his friendship has always been and will always be enough. She’d never want to ask him to give her something he doesn’t want to, would never want to risk how important he is to her, and so if they just continued down the path they’re on, continued being best friends, partners in every way but romantically, and raised their child together, she’d be happy.

As long as he’s in her life, Clarke’s good.

But right now, she’s thirty-five weeks pregnant, lying in Bellamy’s bed, with his arm wrapped protectively across her belly, and it’s a little hard not to want more.

Clarke: [Img attached]

Raven: Is this your way of telling me you finally figured your shit out?  Like, hey, here’s a pic of us in bed after we had sex all last night

Clarke: No I couldn’t even have sex all night if I wanted to, I’d get too tired

Raven: Pregnancy sounds awful

Clarke: Not always great, no  I couldn’t get to sleep last night bc of the storm  And I still feel like I’m crashing in miller’s room while I’m here And I made the mistake of knocking on bellamy’s door and complaining about it And he told me to come sleep with him and then proceeded to rub my belly and READ TO ME  To like, relax me idk  Anyway I woke up like this

Raven: What the absolute fuck You realise this isn’t normal right Like normal people don’t behave this way  Fuck I don’t understand your life

Clarke: Neither tbh

Raven: Okay but none of this explains why you’re basically naked

Clarke: I’m wearing pants And my top rode up during the night I promise I’m still wearing clothes, you just can’t see

Raven: A likely story If I could be bothered I would send a gif of “cut the bullshit, and share the damn bed”

Clarke: I’m literally in his bed right now

Raven: The implication is that you’re sharing the bed to GET LAID

Clarke: Whatever Stranger things was really good tho wasn’t it

Raven: Don’t change the subject

Clarke: I thought it was the natural progression of the conversation

Raven: It wasn’t, but I’ll let you off the hook Still on for today?

Clarke: Definitely Pick you up in an hour?

Raven: If it takes longer I’ll assume you couldn’t force yourself to get out of bed

Clarke: [Middle finger emoji]

To be fair, Clarke does give herself another minute before she tries to slip out of bed, and even that is mostly fuelled by her desire to prove Raven wrong. Unfortunately, as she tries to go, Bellamy’s hold on her tightens, and he pulls her back to him. She huffs out a small laugh as he wakes a little, hiding his face in her shoulder.

“Bellamy,” she says, soft so he can get back to sleep once she’s gone, receiving a hum in response. “I need to get up. I’m meeting Raven in an hour.”

“Mm-kay, princess,” he mumbles, still half-asleep, but he loosens his hold enough that Clarke manages to push herself up and out of bed.

She lets herself watch him for a moment, once she’s up, just taking in the sight of him, topless, hair a mess, sleep-rumpled in bed, looking so goddamn good it’s unfair. It’s not an image she’s witnessed in a long while, and it’s a little overwhelming, after sleeping in the same bed as him for the first time since she found out she was pregnant. And it was so easy last night, no awkwardness, both of them so effortlessly comfortable with one another, but she knows how it is: there’s obviously just a lot of left over ease with this kind of domesticity from when they were sleeping together.

“That doesn’t even sound like a real sentence to me,” Raven says, when Clarke shares the theory, and Clarke huffs, hip-checking her friend as they make their way to the less-awful maternity-wear stores. “I’m serious. It’s definitely not a thing. There’s no way I could wake up in bed with Finn and be all — comfortable with it, just because we used to share a bed all the time.”

“But you and Finn didn’t end on great terms.”

“At least we actually broke up,” she says, pointed. “Not that I’m — Finn was a shitty boyfriend, no doubt, but we actually had a conversation after what happened, spoke about it and ended things. You and Bellamy stopped having sex and haven’t even acknowledged the fact that you were fucking for like, over a year. It’s not like that doesn’t make shit awkward, too.”

“It’s more that we’ve got something else to focus on, I think. Like, having a kid together is a lot to organise, and we’ve mostly just been — getting ready for it, I guess.”

“What you’re describing is avoidance.”

“Probably,” Clarke agrees, before sighing, running a hand over her face. “But just let me have it, okay? I’m trying not to let my subconscious get its hopes up that Bellamy might — you know.” She groans. “Unrequited love fucking sucks.”

Raven chuckles softly, before taking Clarke’s hand and giving it a comforting squeeze. “Babe, I know I’ve told you this before, but I swear, if you said something, I’m about 99% sure Bellamy would combust with happiness right on the spot. You may not realise what you two are like from the outside, but I do. And it’s not just the baby, it’s just — how Bellamy is with you. How you are with each other.”

Clarke’s throat goes tight, and she swallows heavily as Raven’s words settle. It’s nothing her friend hasn’t said before, but for some reason it hits harder than usual. Still, she doesn’t want to think about it now, and so she just settles on clearing her throat and moving on.

“Okay, enough about this, tell me your relationship goss instead. Does Jaha know that Wells is dating you yet, or is that gonna be a fun Christmas surprise as he tries to set him up with someone else?”

Raven snorts a laugh, giving Clarke a knowing look, but thankfully she’s feeling kind enough to talk about her own stuff, and the conversation continues on from there, as they begin looking for clothes that will ideally fit over Clarke’s belly. It’s a long process that involves various shops and a stop for lunch where Clarke curses Bean’s desire to make clothes shopping literally impossible, but eventually they find a dress that works, that actually looks really nice.

Raven wolf-whistles, and Clarke bites back a smile as she looks at herself in the mirror.

“Yeah, that’s definitely the one.”

Clarke raises an eyebrow, catching her eye in the mirror. “So now we should find you something similar, but hotter?”

Raven snorts, shaking her head. “Nah, I’ll let you have this one. I’m still holding out for a dress made out of at least four different types of fabric.”

Clarke laughs. “Yeah, that’ll probably look better anyway.” She does her equivalent of flattening down the dress, which is more like feeling up her belly, and grins. “But I still like this one.”

“Clarke, if you’re not out in five minutes, I’m naming our kid Chronos.”

Clarke frowns, leaning back from the mirror. It takes her a minute, but she gets there. “The God of Time?” She calls out, smiling fondly when there’s a pause before —

“Yes!”

She rolls her eyes before focusing back in on getting ready. It’s not like she’s even taking that long, but Bellamy hates being late in the best of circumstances, let alone when it’s to her mum’s Christmas party. He’s never really accepted Clarke’s assurance that Abby likes him, and maybe Clarke should tell him about all the unsubtle hints her mum’s been dropping lately, about her and Bellamy just trying being a regular couple, but she’s not sure it’s come to that just yet.

If he’s still worried in a year’s time, she’ll give it a go, but for now, she’s keeping it to herself.

Ten minutes later, she’s done, thankfully with no more hassling from Bellamy about the time. She doesn’t love getting dressed up regularly, but once or twice a year it can be fun, and tonight’s actually looking promising. Bellamy, Raven and Wells will be there as back up, and Clarke’s actually excited to see some specific members of her extended family. Plus, she looks hot. The dress she bought is dark navy and long-sleeved, and it fits snug without being too tight. She’s got tights and boots on, because it’s winter and therefore fucking freezing, and her lips are stained red, with the rest of her makeup simple.

All together, she looks good, and it’s an exceedingly nice feeling whilst very pregnant.

She gives herself another half minute to get all her stuff together before heading out to meet Bellamy, passing the nursery and feeling her heart swell as she sees it mostly set up now, with a crib and changing table, a bookshelf and a dresser. They’re still putting all the smaller stuff in, still deciding on little pieces of art and which mobile they want to set up, but it feels so good, seeing how it’s come together. But Bellamy would probably be very dramatic it he found her ready, just standing in the nursery doorway, would probably tell her she’s sending him to an early grave, and so she makes herself continue on into the lounge room before he has gets the chance, finding him scrolling through his phone on the couch, dressed nicely in a good pair of navy trousers and a well-fitted blue shirt. His curls are in slightly more order than usual, and his glasses are perched on the bridge of his nose, and he looks so handsome that Clarke can tell she’s going to get distracted staring at him tonight.

But at least she’s prepared.

“Are you ready?” She asks, and he snorts a laugh, standing up from the couch.

“I was the one who was trying to hurry you up.”

“And yet here we are,” she says, going to grab her coat, and she looks over her shoulder to shoot Bellamy a teasing grin, only to find that he’s stopped a few feet from her, and is looking at her with an expression she can’t pin.

And no matter how good she was feeling just a minute earlier, she can’t help but feel self conscious as Bellamy looks her up and down, eyes focusing on her belly for a long beat before he meets her gaze. She hasn’t tried being this dressed up whilst pregnant, hasn’t had any reason to, and it’s a little intimidating, now that she’s standing right in front of him.

“Do I look okay?” She asks, after a moment. “Not too — pregnant?”

Bellamy clears his throat before a small smile pulls at his mouth, gentle. “You look very pregnant,” he tells her as he walks up to her, voice a little teasing. One hand unsurprisingly finds her belly, a touch Clarke always appreciates, and his eyes flit over her face as his smile widens. “Very pregnant and very gorgeous,” he continues, soft. “You look great, Clarke.”

She feels herself flush, head ducking down to hide her slightly ridiculous smile, and when she looks up, there’s a glint in his eyes that has Raven’s words echoing in her mind.

“You sure? There’s still time for me to get the sweater you bought.”

“But then I’d have to wear mine, too,” he reminds with a chuckle, bringing his free hand up to tuck a loose curl behind her ear. “And I’m sure. You’re beautiful, princess.”

She would say her breath hitches, but she’s not sure she’s been breathing at all since he walked over to her. She doesn’t know how to respond, and silence stretches between them for one beat, and then two, before Bellamy smiles again, something almost wistful about it, before he lets her go and steps back.

“Come on, we better go now if we don’t want to be late.”

Clarke nods, feeling a little like the axis of her world has shifted just slightly, and follows Bellamy out of their little house. He takes her arm as they walk down to his car, since the ground’s a little icy and he’s overly protective, and opens the passenger door for her too, waiting until she’s sitting before he goes to close the door.

She grabs hold of his arm before he has a chance though. “Bellamy?” She says, a little loud and a little quick, needing to come up with something to say before they leave.

“Yeah?”

“You look — you look really beautiful, too,” she says. “I like your shirt.” The words somehow sound even worse aloud than they did the half-second they were in her head, but all he does is snort a laugh, and shake his head with a fond grin.

“Thanks, princess. It means a lot.”

He’s teasing, letting her off the hook, and Clarke smiles a little helplessly, before letting him go. He shuts the door and makes his way to the driver’s side, getting the car in gear and pulling onto the street to make the half hour drive to her mum’s place.

Clarke: You’ve broken me Bellamy said I look nice and my brain shut down

Raven: Only nice? Poor game, blake

Clarke: Okay, he said beautiful But still, my brain shut down and I’m blaming you for breaking me

Raven: I read this text to Wells and he legitimately laughed for like 30 seconds “I hope those crazy kids get their shit together”

Clarke: Your mockery is appreciated I’ll see you soon

Raven: If you don’t make it I’ll assume you pulled onto the side of the road for a quicky

Clarke: Stop using that line Also [Middle finger emoji]

They’re still one of the first people to arrive, despite Bellamy’s stressing, but it gives them time to talk to her mum and Marcus properly, for Bellamy to give them the bottle of wine he brought and for Clarke to try and shake off what both his and Raven’s words are doing to her and for Abby to insist on taking photos of them together.

“Your last Christmas before baby is born,” she says, as she snaps one of them in front of the perfectly-decorated Christmas tree, and Clarke feels Bellamy’s hand flex on her hip. It’s pretty amazing to think about: this time next year, they’ll be parents, getting ready for Bean’s first Christmas.

Other guests start pouring in throughout the next hour, until the living room is warm and lively, filled with people drinking and laughing and dancing and talking. Clarke’s pulled into various conversations, and by extension, Bellamy is too, and unsurprisingly a lot of them revolve around the baby. Questions of when it’s due, if they know the gender, whether they’ve landed on a name yet (she tries her hardest not to share an amused look with Bellamy, but when he leans in and whispers Chronus to her, she does have to hide her laughter in his shoulder).

They hang out with Wells and Raven once they arrive — Clarke unsurprisingly getting teased relentlessly when Bellamy goes to grab them champagne — dance together when her favourite Christmas song comes on, and even get roped into playing with some of Clarke’s cousins’ kids, none of which is really helping with how her mind is kind of spinning, how she’s hyper-aware of Bellamy’s every touch, of his every smile.

She makes it through to eleven before she’s tired enough to pull the pregnancy card, and after a long line of goodbyes, she and Bellamy manage to escape. She’s dozed off a little by the time they get home, and when he shakes her shoulder lightly to wake her, she opens her eyes to find him smiling at her fondly.

“Come on, princess, probably better to pass out in bed than sleep all night in the car.”

“If you say so,” Clarke sighs, letting him help her up and keep an arm around her going back into the house. It’s still slippery out. “I might just pass out in bed with my clothes still on, though,” she says sleepily, as they flick the lights on and she shrugs off her coat. “I’m not sure I have the energy to change into my pyjamas.”

“You’ll be uncomfortable,” Bellamy says, and she snorts a soft laugh, sending him a fond smile as she feels them come back to their centre. His returning one is wry. “You know I’m right.”

“I know you’re ridiculous,” she says.

“And yet, you’ll thank me when you don’t wake up in the middle of the night cold and uncomfortable. You hate wearing constricting things at night,” he reminds, and sometimes it is a little annoying how well he knows her, how much he listens when she complains. “Especially with Bean.”

“Fine,” she relents, making sure her voice is a grumble, because she knows he loves when she’s petulant. “But you’re helping me get out of the dress, because it took me like, five tries to get the zipper all the way up, and I’m not putting myself through that again.”

Bellamy chuckles, ducking his head before giving her a fond grin. “Whatever you say,” he says, indulgent. “I’ll lock up first.”

Clarke nods, and goes to start getting ready for bed. She washes her face first, and then brushes her teeth, because she knows that as soon as she’s in her pyjamas she’s likely to just collapse in bed and pass out, but soon enough she’s back in her bedroom, pulling off her boots and tights as Bellamy knocks on her door. He must’ve followed a similar routine, because he’s shirtless, only in his pyjama pants, slung low on his hips, and a little bit of toothpaste is still in the corner of his mouth.

And suddenly Clarke realises that this is a very bad idea.

But she’s asked him for help, and he’s said yes, so she smiles, turns her back to him, and pushes the hair from the nape of her neck.

And it feels so familiar, with it dark outside and in the quiet of night, having Bellamy touch her.

His hand finds the top of her dress, and the rough pad of his thumb runs lightly over her neck, making her shiver, and it’s like a jolt to her system, this heightened awareness of her body, of what Bellamy’s doing to her; what he always does to her.

He brings the zipper of her dress all the way down, the air cool on her now exposed back, and they just stand there like that for a lingering moment, Clarke feeling herself sway backwards slightly, into his warmth.

He lets his hands fall and she turns around, looking at him to find a flush to his cheeks, a flustered and maybe even guilty expression that has her heart beginning to race. He meets her eyes for one long moment before stepping back and turning to leave, but she catches his hand before he can.

And suddenly, it feels so simple.

“Bellamy,” she says, her voice coming out soft, pleading.

He meets her eyes again, but this time his gaze doesn’t waver. It feels like there’s both a question and an answer in there, all at once, and it makes it so easy to step forward, into his space as much as she can with her belly between them, and rise up onto her toes to press her mouth to his.

She remembers the last kiss they shared exactly, at their first ultrasound together. After seeing Bean for the first time, hearing its heartbeat, and feeling overcome with emotion, Clarke had reached out to Bellamy, tilted her head to bring her lips up to his. It was short but sweet, intimate, and like sleeping together, they never acknowledged it, and haven’t done it since.

Now, though, Bellamy melts into her, lets out a soft and familiar sigh as his free hand moves up to her face. He cradles it gently, before tilting her head slightly to deepen the kiss, and Clarke lets herself fall into it too, lets her hands slide up into his hair, curl into it and tug a little, just like she knows he loves. Lets herself part his lips with her tongue, kiss him deeper, harder, longer, until she can taste the champagne he’s been drinking, until she needs to tilt her head back to draw in a few shaky breaths.

She makes herself look at him, his eyes dark with lust, but with a glint of something more there, too, something heavy that makes her heart burst. He’s as wrapped around her as he can be, one hand on her side, thumb absently rubbing her belly, and the other now at the base of her neck, keeping her close, and there’s a long moment where they just watch each other, soft and unobtrusive, a warmth building between them, before they’re both moving again, Bellamy dipping as Clarke rises. And it’s quicker this time, him swallowing her whimper with a kiss that’s desperate, that feels like it’s pouring seven months of separation into it. It’s hot and wet in seconds, a perfect combination of tongue and lips and teeth, and it sends a rush through Clarke’s whole body, one she hasn’t felt since the last night they spent together, before she told him she was pregnant.

She presses against his chest, and he pulls back for a moment, smile confused.

“Bedroom,” she murmurs, already leaning back in when he chuckles.

“We’re already in a bedroom,” he points out, but she’s already shaking her head.

“Your bedroom,” she insists, pushing him again, until he catches up and starts walking them to his room instead. “I don’t like my one,” she says, between more kisses. “It still doesn’t feel like mine. And your bed is more comfortable.”

Bellamy kisses her one more time, laughing a little as he pulls back properly, smile so wide it feels like it could split his face in two. He pulls her into his room and shuts the door, despite them being the only ones here, and unsurprisingly it slows them down.

“Are you sure?” He asks, eyes moving across her face like he’s trying to memorise her, memorise the moment. “Because I don’t want to move things more than you want, but — fuck, Clarke, you gotta be sure.”

He sounds about as wrecked as she feels, in the best way possible, and Clarke leans up pointedly, claiming his mouth in a slow, loving kiss. When she pulls back, she’s smiling, and Bellamy’s responding one is the best thing she’s ever seen.

“I’m certain,” she says, taking the opportunity to pull her arms free from her dress, tug it down over her baby bump and let it slip onto the floor, leaving her only in her underwear.

And it feels a little like being in the dress again, the way his gaze shifts, moving down her body and once again lingering at her belly. He’s seen her in various states of undress, of course, and is very familiar with her bare baby bump, but it’s different from being this exposed to him when they were sleeping together, different from laying on the couch with her top up so he can have some baby time. It somehow feels more intimate, puts Clarke in a more vulnerable state than she’s used to being in front of him. But Bellamy’s eyes find hers again, and when he smiles, she’s not sure she’s ever seem him so filled to the brim with happiness.

“God, you look good,” he says, something like awe in his voice, and Clarke chokes out a slightly watery laugh. It’s all a little overwhelming, despite how much she wants this, despite how good he’s being. “I don’t want you to think, pregnancy’s like — a kink for me, or something. But fuck, Clarke, it’s been so hard to keep my hands off of you these past few months. You’re fucking gorgeous.”

This laugh comes out stronger, and she steps forward to slide her hands up Bellamy’s chest and to his shoulders, his skin warm under her touch, as she leans up again to kiss him again, long and deep and perfect.

“Better start making up for lost time, then.”

And he does, kissing her until she melts right back into him, walking her back to his bed like he used to, helping her settle onto it gently, so achingly careful with her.

And it’s both familiar and new, being in bed with him again. A combination of ease from their past experience with each other, and working things out around her belly, but of course they figure it out, until it’s comfortable, until it’s good, until Bellamy starts mouthing at her jaw, starts dropping kisses down her neck and onto her chest, until he’s unclasping her bra and sucking a nipple into his mouth, careful because of course he remembers she might be sensitive.

He learns her new body slowly, indulgently, touch reverent and mouth achingly loving, shuffling down and leaving kisses until he’s back right between her thighs, parting her slowly and licking into her, driving her crazy with his talented tongue and fingers. She comes twice with him settled in the cradle of her thighs, fingers curled tight into his hair as he brings her over the edge, and when he kisses his way back up to her, he’s unsurprised that she catches his mouth in a desperate kiss, licking her taste off of his tongue like she used to.

And still, after that, it’s easy. She’s done her research on getting off by herself whilst pregnant, just to be safe, and reading about sex was a natural progression to that, so it’s not hard, telling Bellamy which positions are best for them, and it still takes some getting used to, of course, still re-learning each other, but it’s still just so good.

And when he spoons her from behind, mouth on her neck as he presses into her, it’s perfect. Shallow thrusts that have her arching into him, that have her skin alight with pleasure and need and happiness, his fingers at the apex of her thighs to bring her up one last time. She tilts her head back before she comes, finding his mouth in a hot, desperate kiss, and he follows as she clenches around him.

They’re both panting by the end of it, and after Bellamy pulls out Clarke gets up the energy to turn over and face him.

His hand finds her belly, moving over it gently, and she smiles.

“I’ve missed that.”

Bellamy chuckles, ducking his head with a rueful smile. “Yeah, I’m not sure why we stopped.”

“Because we’re idiots,” Clarke says, but she feels like she could burst with happiness, and when Bellamy finds her hand, slips his fingers between hers, that feeling doubles.

“I, um — I was planning on saying something before you got pregnant,” he says, voice low and a little rough. “But it felt like too much, once you told me. I mean, fuck, I was having enough trouble trying to ask my best friend if she wanted to date, let alone my best friend whom I’d just gotten pregnant to date.” Clarke laughs softly, and Bellamy’s responding smile is a little helpless. “Miller called me an idiot about fifty times. I’m pretty sure he moved out just so I had an excuse to ask you to move in. But, yeah—” He clears his throat, takes a breath before he continues. “I just wanted to say, it’s not just because you’re pregnant, and that we’re having this baby together. I love Bean, too, don’t get me wrong, but I fell for you before that. I love you. Just you.”

And it’s impossible not to lean in and kiss him again, impossible not to feel overwhelmed with how much she loves him.

“Yeah,” she says, and it’s incredible how easy it feels now, after months of worrying. “I love you, too. And I’m really glad to be having this bean with you.”

“Little Poseidon?”

Clarke grins, can’t help but break into a small fit of giggles. “We can discuss it in the morning.”

Bellamy grins too, wraps him arm around her and pulls her in close. “Sounds perfect.”

Clarke: [Img attached]

Raven: Do I want an explanation?

Clarke: Say what you said last time

Raven: God you’re needy, gimme a sec Is this your way of telling me you finally figured your shit out? Like, hey, here’s a pic of us in bed after we had sex all last night I’ve copied that word for word btw

Clarke: Proud of you And yeah, it is

Raven: Congrats on the sex And I’m glad you figured this all out before bean is born Bc really, that would’ve been a clusterfuck

Clarke: Probably But I’m glad I won’t have to find out

Raven: Wow pregnancy has made you sappy

Clarke: It’s true [Img attached]

Raven: Jesus, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen Bellamy smile so hard Now stop texting me and go make out with your boyfriend

Clarke: Yeah, good plan

She puts her phone down, places her hand on top of Bellamy’s, where it’s unsurprisingly rubbing over her belly. Bean is already up and active, and he presses down on where their little foot is poking out, just saying hello.

“I think Bean knows,” Bellamy murmurs, and Clarke laughs softly, shifting to look at him properly, take in his happy, sleepy grin. She’s pretty sure she’s never seen anything better, and she can’t help but lean in to give him a sweet kiss.

Bean shifts, and Clarke pulls back to laugh.

“Yeah, feels like it,” she agrees. “Maybe just knows I’m happy.”

Bellamy swallows. “Yeah?”

“Stupidly so,” Clarke says, a little helplessly, and his grin widens, slow and perfect. “Best Christmas ever, definitely.”

“I don’t know,” Bellamy says, pulling her back close, lips finding her jaw, leaving a trail of soft kisses. “I reckon the next few will give this one a run for its money.”

(And on Julia’s first Christmas, Clarke can’t help but agree.

Her husband is a smart man.)

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Loki & Amara Tarot Readings

Tarot readings for My OC Amara and Loki. Was going to put descriptions for each one but I didn’t so it is what it is.

GOAL, MOTIVATION, CONFLICT ******** 7 ******** 5 *************** 6 ******** 4 ******** 2 *************** 3 ******** 1 ********

1. Character (this card will show you something you may or may not already know about your character.) Amara: The High Priestess. Loki- Three of Wands (R)

2. Goal (this may be the inner or the outer goal) Amara- Queen of pentacles Loki- Page of wands (R)

3. Motivation (this may be the inner or the outer motivation.) Amara- Wheel of Fortune (R) Loki- Knight of pentacles (R)

4.Conflict (This card is laid so that it is horizontally across cards 2 and 3) It is what is directly in front of the character that they must get past. Amara- The Star Loki- The Chariot

5.Goal/Conflict (This is how the original goal is modified or intensified by the first conflict.) Amara- Page of Pentacles Loki- Hermit (R)

6.Motivation/Conflict (This is how the original motivation is modified or intensified by the first conflict.) Amara- Ten of cups Loki- Five of Swords

7. Plot Point (This is where our conflict brings us) Amara- Five of pentacles Loki- Three of pentacles (R)

Possibilities Spread -----------8------------ ----7-----------7------ 4---6-- 5---4---6---5 --2---3-------2---3--- ----1-----------1-------

HER HIM

I lay the female out on the left hand side and the male out on the right side to equate the polarity of energy and the receptivity of the feminine energy and the projectivity of the masculine energy.

This spread is a double spread. Both sides are read the same way. The eighth card is for both. It is where each will take you next in your book. You can use it or not use it as you see fit.

1. Possible next move Amara- Queen of Swords Loki- The Moon

2. How it affects her Four of cups R (Her own Desicion) King of cups (His discion)

3. How it affects him. Judgment R (her descion) Justice R (His descion)

4. What makes her do this- Three of pentacles (on her side) Three of wands R (on his side)

5. What makes him do this- Knight of pentacles (on her side) The Chariot (on his side)

6. Why does this happen? Amara- Wheel of fortune Loki- Seven of Pentacles

7. Outcome for this possibility Amara- 7 of cups Loki- 2 of cups

8. Clarification Card. Both- The Emperor R

Spread of The Noble Heart ---8-----9--- -6---10---7- --4------5-- ---2----3--- ------1-----

1. The essence of love- this is the questioner's beliefs about love The Sun and The Tower

2, 3 The Awakening of Love- this is what attracted the two to each other - 2 is what attracted questioner, 3 is what attracted the other. Three of Wands and Ace of Cups

4,5 The Courtship of Love- This is what they feel about each other right now 4 of Swords along with 6 of Swords Reversed. And 3 of swords along with 2 of Pentacles Reversed.

6,7 The Bloom of Love- this is what their feelings are in the process of becoming- the future King of Pentacles and Ace of wands Reversed

8,9 The Heightening of Love- this is the advice given to bring the love to a higher/deeper level. 10 of swords and Nine of cups

10 The heart of hearts- this is a deep issue, either a deep truth or hidden obstacle- a consideration, sometimes a warning. King of swords and 5 of swords

1xxxx2 3xxxx4 xx9xxx 5xxxx6 7xxxx8

The Relationship Spread

*Cards 1 and 2 Presentation (1) How she reveals herself (2) How he reveals himself These cards tell how each one acts towards the other and what is presented on the outside. Five of Wands and King of Swords

*Cards 3 and 4 Picture of the Partner (3) How she sees him (4) How he sees her These cards tell how the partner sees you. Ace of Wands and King of Pentacles

*Cards 5 and 6 Assessment of the Relationship (5) How she regards the relationship (6) How he regards it. This shows what the partners think about the relationship or how they look upon it. 4 of Cups and Six of Swords

*Cards 7 and 8 Desires of the Partner (7) Her desire of the partner (8) His desire of the partner These cards show what each person desires from the relationship and is perhaps not able to say aloud. 7 of Swords and 3 of Wands

*Card 9 What It's All About The ninth card shows the topic of this reading. 9 of Pentacles Hidden Number= 8

Interpreting the hidden number in your spread will add to your interpretation and depth of the reading. To find the hidden # count the value of all the numbered cards, including those of the Major Arcana, and reduce the sum to a single digit.

Lust/Sex Spread ------3--------------------- ----------4------------------ -------------6---8---10----- 11------------------------12- ------1---2--5---7----9------

1. What I need/want from him sexually- Amara-Yemaya (Hope) 2. What our sexual relationship means/represents to me- Ix Chel (Release) So given that these two Goddesses represent Fertility and Birth in some way,I’m going to go out on a limb and say that Amara has been wanting a child with Loki,also Ix Chel represents wishes as well.So it’s been a life long wish. ♥ 3. What he needs/wants from me sexually-Loki-Apollo (Inquiry) I’d say Loki is just curious to learn everything he can about what SHE wants,her needs come first which is 👌🏻 4. What our sexual relationship means/represents to him- Lugh (Skill) Yes Loki you are Talented...Pretty much Loki is up for anything and making sure he’s multitalented ;) But I mean this God literally changed into a 🐎... 5. My insecurities- Oya (Shadow) Becoming too Powerful,or losing control. 6. His insecurities- Mithras (Shadow) Becoming too Bloodthirsty or maybe losing himself in Battle again (due to Thanos) 7. What turns me on most about him- Aphrodite (Self Love) Amara is not only in love with Loki’s confidence but also in seeing the good in him that not many,even himself,sees. What’s inside turns her on more than what’s on the outside. 8. What turns him on most about me- Loki (Play) Himself? 😏 Seriously I’d say Amara’s more Playful and Mischievous nature. 9. What I can do to enhance our connection- Qetesh (pleasure) Pretty self explanatory. 10. What he can do to enhance our connection- Zeus (Shadow) Not Covet power so much... 11. The sexual energy we create together- Bast (Play) & Osiris (Renewal) 12. Our future together sexually- Persephone (Cycles) & Dionysus (Ecstasy) Ruling together or perhaps just being equal, Ecstasy leading to a birth....

The Hero's Journey #1 LAYOUT: Lay the 12 cards in a circle in a clockwise direction. This shows the cyclical pattern of the quest myth. The 13th card is laid at the center of the circle.

CARD POSITIONS:

1. Ordinary world – your world, background, and environment before the beginning of the extraordinary adventure. The setting and exposition. - Amara- Hera (Commitment) & Loki- Ganesha (Obstacles) Both- Five of Cups

2. Traits and personality - who are you? Are you a reluctant hero? A willing one? Amara- Matt (Justice) & Loki- Apollo (Inquiry) Both- Four of Pentacles R & Page of Wands

3. Call to Adventure – A problem, challenge, or adventure is presented to you. Amara- Gaia (Creation) & Loki- Odin (Shadow) Both-3 of Wands R

4. Refusal of the call – What holds you back in accepting the adventure; your inner conflict, fears, or struggle Amara- Qetesh (Shadow) & Loki- Posideion (Shadow) Both- King of Wands R

5. Meeting with the Mentor – a teacher or guide that helps you train and prepare for your adventure- Amara- Pomona (plenty) & Loki- Acat (Shadow) Both Wheel of Fortune R

6. Crossing the first threshold – The first step in your path; your first lesson on your quest. Amara- Kali (Fear) & Loki- Green Man (Shadow) Both- Ace of Swords

7. Tests and Enemies – What opposes you; the central conflict- Amara- Valkyries (Redemption) & Loki Eros (Shadow) Both- 5 of Pentacles R

8. Friends and Allies-Who you will meet upon your journey and how they will help you. Amara- Nuit (Expansive) & Loki- Maui (Discovery) Both- 9 of Pentacles R

9. Ordeal - your darkest hour; your greatest obstacles- Amara-Buffalo maiden (Shadow) & Loki- Thoth (Shadow) Both-High Priestess

10. Approach - what resource you use to overcome the "ordeal;" a new way of "seeing." It is this fresh approach that allows you to triumph. Your secret inner strength. Amara- Helen of Troy (Shadow) & Loki- Dionysus (Shadow) Both- King of Cups

11. Reward – what you have gained/ learned from your trials; a gift, insight. (Connect this card with #2 to show how you have grown spiritually)-Amara- Sheela Na Gig (Gateways) & Loki- Hypnos (Shadow) Both- 3 of Cups

12. Elixir – what you are able to give back to the “ordinary world” (society and community) after having successfully completed your quest- Amara- Lakshimi (prosperity) & Loki- Ra (Shadow) Both-The Emperor R

13. Integration - Once the hero has returned and bestowed this gift, how is this gift (elixir) to be used? Are you successfully able to come full circle between the ordinary world and the extraordinary one? Amara- Athena (Strategy) & Loki- Set (Shadow) Both- 3 of Swords R & Queen of Wands R

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