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all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone · 1 month

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Tyler has got himself into something he's probably not gonna be able to get out of...whoops

@otto-troy (you inspired me with FTWD x modern family and im running with it😘)

#troy otto #laurel otto #ftwd funny #ftwd x modern family #we're taking tyler and running with it because yes

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femmehysteria · 7 months

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Best Character Named X Poll

FOLLOW @best-character-named-x-poll

I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day. New polls scheduled for 1:30PM GMT everyday.

ask box closed for now

WILL BE POSTING POLLS ON @best-character-named-x-poll FROM FEB 1ST

If your favourite character is not included in the poll very sorry i have either never heard of them or actively chose not to include them as theres only 6 characters per poll. Characters will only count of that is their first name, surnames do not count.

Round 85: David

Round 86: Tiffany

Round 87: Charlie

Round 88: Sandy

Round 89: Cody

Round 90: Amanda

Round 91: Jeremy

Past Polls and Poll Ideas under the cut

Names that I have a complete list for*

Caroline, Tyler, Louis, Leonard, Rebecca, Steve, Nicole, Isabelle, Victoria, Katherine, Jade, Alex, Sophie, Greg, Jake, Ellie, Isaac, Robin, Tony, Annie, Lisa, Margaret, Oliver, Clark, Kara, Phoebe, Emma, Ruby, Bart, Alfie, Beth, Julian, Nancy, Penny, Margaret, Tessa, Erica, Theresa, George, Kevin, Sebastian, Felix, Martin, Michael, Erin, Caleb, Helen, Charlotte, Kyle, Martha, Diana, Elsa, Gary, Zoe, Connor, Colin, Daisy, Eric, Maya, Adam, Andy, Magnus, Alma, Nora, Alice, Spike, Leon, Marcel, Kim, Juno, Sue, Chris, Otto, Donald, Daphne, Kate, Todd, Ned, Ken, Angel, Judy, Jo, Hazel, Naomi, Diego, Miranda, Joel, Lila, Duncan, Dexter, Meredith, Pearl, Lily, Malcolm, Napolean, Joan, Nico, Jamie, Nadia, Velma, Jill, Kiera, Rory, Evan, Tam, Klaus, Neil, Derek, Michelle, Luna, Laila, Cordelia, Zack, Imogen, Felicity, Cindy, Alicia, Kelly, Alan, April, Astrid, Delilah, Jodie, Claudia, Juliet, Karen, Jonas, Milo, Celia, Hannah, Joy, Ethan, Katya, Aria, Atticus, Ian, Cynthia, Faye, Frank, Boo, River, Corey, Gabrielle, Minerva, Ebony, Zia, Beverly, Rudy, Georgina

Names I have an incomplete list for (welcome to send character suggestions)

Richter, Sean, Troy, Cain, Agatha, Warren, Percy, Reggie, Mina, Ryan, Felicia, Dylan, Josh, Shirley, Debbie, Jared, June, Mabel, Ray, Chad, Moe, Hugh, Fearne, Christine, Joe, August, May, Scarlet, Alana, Leela, Manny, Dean, Francis, Mason, Oscar, Quinn, Guy, Ulrich, Wally, Yasmin, Tobias, Woody, Sabrina, Quentin, Margot, Alina, Matilda, Freya, Kendra, Angus, Ophelia, Leisel, Zelda, Adora, Piper, Scarlet, Sheila, Valentine, Laurie, Laurel, Fitz, Violet, Gabriel, Ford, Artemis, Owen, Bianca, Newton, Summer, Darcy, Noah, Taylor, Miriam, Hugh, Aurora, Hank, Henry, Dawn, Delia, Cosmo, Wanda, Zeke, Cecil, Aiden, Calvin, Ayesha, Beatrice, Parker, Chase, Hunter, Tina, Misty, Amaya, Amara, Harvey, Talia, Tatiana, Tanya, Orion, Eugene, Kit, Bo, Duke, Blue, Cameron, Rudolf, Mara, Marianne, Carl

Feel free to send more suggestions

*subject to change, you can still submit a character if there is no strikethrough if you think theres a character that its an absolute crime i dont add. Please don't suggest anything for the names with a strikethrough as they are polls that are already in my queue waiting to be published.

Past Polls

Round 1: Peter : WINNER: Peter Parker (Spider-Man)

Round 2: Elizabeth : WINNER: Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Round 3: Jason : WINNER: Jason Mendoza (The Good Place)

Round 4: Eve : WINNER: EVE (WALL-E)

Round 5: Fred : WINNER: Fred Jones (Scooby-Doo)

Round 6: Rachel : WINNER: Rachel (Animorphs)

Round 7: Arthur : WINNER: Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Round 8: Amy : WINNER: Amy Pond (Doctor Who)

Round 9: Tom : WINNER: Tom (Tom and Jerry)

Round 10: Claire : WINNER: Clare Devlin (Derry Girls)

Round 11: James : WINNER: James (Pokemon)

Round 12: Max : WINNER: Max (Black Sails)

Round 13: Simon : WINNER: Simon Belmont (Castlevania)

Round 14: Jane : WINNER: Jane Crocker (Homestuck)

Round 15: Victor : WINNER: Victor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice)

Round 16: Mary : WINNER: Mary Poppins (Mary Poppins)

Round 17: Will : WINNER: Will Graham (Hannibal)

Round 18: Laura : WINNER: Laura Palmer (Twin Peaks)

Round 19: Ben : WINNER: Ben "Obi-Wan" Kenobi (Star Wars)

Round 20: Chloe : WINNER: Chloe Price (Life Is Strange)

Round 21: John : WINNER: Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

Round 22: Lydia : WINNER: Lydia Deetz (Beetlejuice)

Round 23: Mark : WINNER: Marc Spector (Moon Knight)

Round 24: Jess : WINNER: Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad)

Round 25: Theo : WINNER: Theobald Gumbar (Dimension 20: A Crown Of Candy)

Round 26: Sarah: WINNER: Sarah Jane Smith (Doctor Who)

Round 27: Richard : WINNER: Richard Gansey III (The Raven Cycle)

Round 28: Cass : WINNER: Cassandra Cain (Batman)

Round 29: Edward : WINNER: Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Round 30: Carm : WINNER: Carmen Sandiego (Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?)

Round 31: Hal : WINNER: HAL9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey)

Round 32: Sid : WINNER: Sydney Adamu (The Bear)

Round 33: Jack : WINNER: Captain Jack Harkness (Doctor Who)

Round 34: Stephanie : WINNER: Stephanie Brown (Batman)

Round 35: Ash : WINNER: Ash Ketchum (Pokemon)

Round 36: Veronica : WINNER: Veronica Sawyer (Heathers)

Round 37: Kurt : WINNER: Kurt Wagner aka Nightcrawler (X-Men)

Round 38: Eleanor : WINNER: Eleanor Shellstrop (The Good Place)

Round 39: Nathan : WINNER: Nathan Young (Misfits)

Round 40: Fiona : WINNER: Princess Fiona (Shrek)

Round 41: Gale : WINNER: Gayle Waters-Waters (Chris Fleming)

Round 42: Barbara : WINNER: Barbara Millicent Roberts aka Barbie (Barbie)

Round 43: Sam : WINNER: Samwise Gamgee (Lord of the Rings)

Round 44: Grace : WINNER: Grace Chastity (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)

Round 45: Barry : WINNER: Barry Bluejeans (The Adventure Zone)

Round 46: Raven : WINNER: Raven (Teen Titans)

Round 47: Dan : WINNER: Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom)

Round 48: Mia : WINNER: Mia Fey (Ace Attorney)

Round 49: Matt : WINNER: Matt Murdock (Daredevil)

Round 50: Rose : WINNER: Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Round 51: Robert : WINNER: Robbie Rotten (LazyTown)

Round 52: Lola : WINNER: Lola Bunny (Space Jam)

Round 53: Scott : WINNER: Scott Summers aka Cyclops (X-Men)

Round 54: Olivia : WINNER: Olivia Octavious (Spiderverse)

Round 55: Finn : WINNER: Finn the Human (Adventure Time)

Round 56: Emily : WINNER: Emily Charlton (The Devil Wears Prada)

Round 57: Elliot : WINNER: Eliot Spencer (Leverage)

Round 58: Sonia : WINNER: Sonia (Pokemon)

Round 59: Gideon : WINNER: Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb)

Round 60: Jen : WINNER: Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body)

Round 61: Miles : WINNER: Miles Morales (Spider-Man)

Round 62: Lana : WINNER: Lana Skye (Ace Attorney)

Round 63: Spencer : WINNER: Spencer Shay (iCarly)

Round 64: Tracy : WINNER: Tracy Turnbald (Hairspray!)

Round 65: Luke : WINNER: Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)

Round 66: Natalie : WINNER: Natalie Scatorccio (Yellowjackets)

Round 67: Harry : WINNER: Harry Du Bois (Disco Elysium)

Round 68: Lucy : WINNER: Lucy van Pelt (Peanuts)

Round 69: Damian : WINNER: Damian Wayne (Batman)

Round 70: Tabitha : WINNER: Tabitha Casper (Dan and Phil Games: Sims 4)

Round 71: Nick : WINNER: Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun)

Round 72: Gwen : WINNER: Guinevere (Merlin)

Round 73: Paul : WINNER: Paulette Bonafonte (Legally Blonde)

Round 74: Abigail : WINNER: Abigail Hobbs (Hannibal)

Round 75: Jordan : WINNER: Jordan Baker (The Great Gatsby)

Round 76: Donna : WINNER: Donna Noble (Doctor Who)

Round 77: Morgan : WINNER: Morgana (Merlin)

Round 78: Allison : WINNER: Alison Cooper (BBC Ghosts)

Round 79: Patrick : WINNER: Patrick Star (Spongebob Squarepants)

Round 80: Linda : WINNER: Linda Belcher (Bob's Burgers)

Round 81: Philip : WINNER: Philip J. Fry (Futurama)

Round 82: Clarisse : WINNER: Clarisse La Rue (Percy Jackson)

Round 83: Jeff

Round 84: Maria

#best character named x #poll #poll game #my post

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raphael-angele · 2 years

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SPOILERS: Teen Justice Issue 2 Is Now Out (Finally) Part 2

Here's Part 1. Read it before this one cuz I'll only be talking about the second half of the comic

Deja Vu 3

The way Laurel (and Jess) would just drop everything and go help Talia, no questions asked is top tier Super Sons deja vu.

I will not stop comparing the two of them to Damian and Jon. I know they're two very different pairs but I can't stop thinking about what could've happened and what might have been if Jon didn't leave.

Talia was trained by both Batwoman AND the League of Assassins

This gets me thinking, what age did Talia leave the League to go live with her mother?

Cuz if I remember correctly, both in animated and in the comics, Damian wasn't trained by Bruce. (I'm not updated with ALL the comics). And he went on becoming Robin without his training. So if Talia met her mom at an earlier age (maybe 7 or 8), Batwoman may have given her a bit of training before putting her out on the field, regardless of her training with the LOA.

Either that, or it's referred that she's still currently training under her.

Klari's suspicion of Raven

Klari is suspicious of Raven. And I'm starting to think she wont be too fond of him till next issue (I'll say why later).

She doesn't trust him and I get that. That's been implied since the first issue when she said, "Sure, let's get excited when someone, who doesn't even likes us, shows up". And I think she thinks Raven didn't join cuz he just hates them, and not because he doesn't wanna hurt them cuz he knows people who get too close to him get hurt.

"Don't get misdirected by your team dynamics" What does that mean exactly? Does it mean Klari's instincts/powers are different from when she's alone and when she's with her team? Her powers start to really look like Raven's.

Laurel's powers

Few things

Laurel, sweetheart, you can see their bones. Of course they're dead.

That's possible? Is it in her X-Ray or her Heat Vision powers? How is it possible that Laurel can see people's auras? (That's Raven's job). And if she can see their auras, can she turn that on and off or can she see it inevitably?

The adults are dead, the kids turned into old people because their energies were taken from them...sound familiar?

His Undecided

I don't care what anyone says, Troy calling Raven his undecided is the cutest thing that's happened in this comic. Friend? Boyfriend? Nope, that's his undecided.

Troy, don't leave him unattended. Your undecided is picking fights. P.S. if you go into a bookstore with him, holding his hand ain't enough; tie a balloon to his wrist so you don't lose him.

Troy, please tell me you see him more than an emo boy. Please. He is so much more than that and if you actually mean that, I will slap you.

Raven...please tell me you understood the assignment.

Please tell me that you knew that this was just his way of protecting you and getting you out of there cuz he knew that if you didn't, something bad would happen to you and he wouldn't have been able to forgive himself for it.

Please tell me you knew that and you didn't think he actually hates you.

He loves him

You willingly waited 90 minutes to check? 90 minutes...damn.

And if it hasn't been implied yet, he loves him. With all his heart, he does. He will do anything for Donald Troy and nothing will stop him.

Okay, maybe that was an overstatement

It's okay, Raven, you'll get him back. You guys will figure it out and you'll get your undecided back. Just calm down cuz your emotions are all over the place

Look, even Teekl is scared.

BONUS:

Not part of Teen Justice #2 but related

As you should know, I am obsessed with genderbent DC. And I make up headcanons about Teen Justice sometimes. One of which is their heights and ages, as I've said here

So here are my headcanons for their heights and ages. (I can't put the picture since I've reached my limit)

Klarienne: 12 yo (Appearance based) - 154 cm (5'1 ft)

Laurel: 12 yo - 170 cm (5'7 ft)

Talia: 15 yo - 156 cm (5'1 ft)

Jess: 16 yo - 166 cm (5'5 ft)

Raven: 16/17 yo - 170 cm (5'7 ft)

Donny: 17 yo - 178 cm (5'8 ft)

Jacqui: 17 yo - 168 cm (5'5 ft)

But then I remembered this pic existed:

I refuse to believe Jess is shorter than Talia. They're not. Even if Talia is wearing platform shoes, she's cannot be taller than Jess and Jacqui.

I'd also like to think Klari wears heels. She doesn't but I like to think she does. And Laurel, baby girl, you know flying wont make you taller, right?

So Laurel is taller than Talia, Talia and Klari are around the same height. Talia and Klari are the shortest ones. Raven is as tall as Donny but Donny is taller.

Also, the height difference between Jess and Donny in this picture is akrhlsicbwhfidve. Like wtf? That's got to be at least 2 feet.

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empressofthelibrary · 2 years

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Opinion on Ships:

🌟Superman x Lois VERSUS Superman x Wonder Woman

💰BatCat vs Wonderbat vs TaliaBat?

🐦Nightwing x Kory VS. Nightwing x Batgirl VS. Nightwing VS Donna Troy

*rolls up my sleeves* Okay, this one's gonna be long, so I had to wait until I had laptop access and enough brain for it.

🌟 Superman and Lois. The power couple of the ages. Almost literally the Mom and Dad of DC Comics. They're perfect and I love them, and I genuinely can't see either with anyone else. Lois Lane is this unstoppable force of nature despite the fact that she's this squishy fragile human. Clark is a softhearted human despite the fact that he's a space alien with nigh-godlike power. It's so easy to become jaded when you're watching the news all the time. Being in the middle of it and reporting on it? Lois' heart could harden so easily. But it doesn't, because Clark is out there, tirelessly working to make the world better, and helping her to do the same. At the same time, with all the power he has, it would be really easy for Clark to just... Go dark. Become a conqueror. For the greater good, of course. But he doesn't, because Lois keeps him human and humble, keeps him grounded. They're the light in each other's lives and they both need the other to be the best versions of themselves.

🌠 With that in mind, I just don't see the same appeal in Clark/Diana, and I like them better as friends. They have the same "essentially a god" problems, and while Clark would be eager to teach Diana about life in rural Kansas and help her get her footing in Man's World... They can't counterbalance each other in the same way. I haven't read many WW comics and don't have a solid grip on Diana's personality, but they feel too similar to really work.

...This has made me very aware that Lois/Diana would be interesting though. Possibly the three of them as a triad. Hmm...

💰 Batcat, huh? I've never really been into this one, tbh, though the flirty rooftop chases and back-and-forth banter are appealing. The starcrossed-lovers angst of it is fun, but I think Bruce/Talia did that better. A solid 7/10, they work better when it's just Selena trying to get a reaction and not any kind of Serious Relationship.

✈ I couldn't find a laurel wreath emoji so Wonderbat gets a plane in honor of the Invisible Jet. I have to say, I... Kind of don't see where this one came from? The only comics-canon love interest of Diana's I'm aware of is Steve Trevor, and Bruce is just. Such a different dude. Steve Trevor was this hotshot daring pilot who loved adventure and had this debonair attitude. Bruce is... Not that. Hell, Ollie Queen makes more sense, if we use Trevor as a baseline for Diana's type. Or, like. Hal. Oh, oh cripes, gonna end that train of thought right now.

🦇 Bruce/Talia, though. Oh my god. Talia being caught between loyalty to her father's cause and loyalty to her heart. Between making her own choices and letting herself fall in love with the man her father approved of, even when she knows she'd have chosen him outside of Ra's influence. Bruce knowing she loves him and wanting to let himself love her, but knowing he has a duty to Gotham and can't let himself choose her over the city again. Talia knowing that and forcing herself to leave Bruce so he can be what Gotham needs! The drama of it all! The romance! These two were made for a soap-opera, I swear. And Talia's love for Bruce extending past him and to her stepsons??? Because why else would she have resurrected Jason and helped him through his recovery, except out of love? UGH, I can't. I just can't. They're too good. (Also baby-me heard Talia call Bruce 'My Beloved' and almost died because that was the most romantic shit I'd ever heard at age thirteen and it still holds up today.)

🐦 Dick and Kory are just... So good. They're so soft and sweet with eachother, and absolutely deadly on the battlefield. 100% the Battle Couple Blueprint. They slow-dance in the kitchen of Titans Tower and sing one another back to sleep after nightmares and just. The utter adoration and devotion and reverence. The ferocity and depth of their love and how it contrasts with how tenderly they care... I love them so much I can't form words. I'm still brokenhearted over their divorce, even if I understand why

🕸 DickBabs is such a notp of mine, actually. They grew up alongside one another, and while childhood-friends-to-lovers is a thing, it's never been my thing. And with Babs being a few years older than Dick, I just see her putting Robin squarely in the "annoying kid brother" box as kids. They're family, they don't need to be anything else.

🦅 Dick and Donna work best as what they are -- close friends who grew up together and aren't sure if they're closer to siblings or cousins, but definitely aren't romantically involved, gross. I like them having a sort of rivalry as kids, and being affectionately annoying as adults. I love them and how they look out for each other in a platonic/familial way. I like to think that half the League still calls them The Wonderkids, even though they're closer to thirty than they are thirteen.

#i have been writing this for two hours oh my god #also i know how me being anti-dickbabs on the heels of me being pro-dickory sounds but i promise it's not ... ENTIRELY related okay

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onesingleglance · 2 years

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ur cookies sound delicious!!! I got too distracted to bake cookies yesterday I looked up and all of a sudden it was like 7pm fhfjdnfj. it’s okay though I promised to bake for a friend so I’ll ask what they want either cookies or a pie or a small cake and then go from there!! also ur so so right I love the coziness of the holidays gettin snuggled up under a blanket to watch movies or read together and such is 🥰. what are ur favorite books/movies/shows and ur ships in them???-ur bpack santa 🎄

ooh your friend is very lucky to have someone like you to bake such amazing goodies! HMM very interesting question you asked haha I'll give you some of my fave ships for movies/show bc I haven't really been reading much lately. But off the top of my head ships that have continued to stick with me are Troy & Gabriella (High School Musical), Katniss & Peeta (The Hunger Games), Serena & Nate (Gossip Girl), Charlie x Nick (Heartstopper), Fallon x Liam (Dynasty), Dani x Jamie (The Haunting of Bly Manor), Laurel x Wes, Connor x Oliver (HTGAWM), Yoon-Hee x Dr. Chul (Penthouse), Hyung Soo x Ji Won (Flower of Evil), Jukyung x Seojun (True Beauty). What about you??!

#bpacksanta #anon #camanswers

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themuselesswriter · 2 years

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Imagine: you are dating Troy Otto and you are as crazy as him (Tryn Hotto edition)

“What are you doing here?”

“Look, Troy… I’m really not in the mood for your crap”

“Did you really do it?”

“It doesn’t matter now, does it? I did what needed to be done”

“Misses me?”

“Who knew! I thought you’d be dead by now”

“You murdered everyone?”

“I ended my suffering, now dad has his own company in hell”

@all-is-fair-in-love-and-war

#original character #rp #museless roleplay #fear the walking dead #ftwd #roleplaying #imagine #roleplay #museless imagine #troy x laurel #laurel hall #troy otto #feartwd #zombies #tryn hotto

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the-ghost-king · 3 years

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wait Apollo isn’t originally greek? thats so interesting 👀👀

Where ever did you hear that? /ij

Definitely putting all of this under a read more, it’s a long one!

Cw: Greek statues, they're naked :/

But yeah, Apollo was actually an inherited god, it’s likely that because of this as well he was a blending of multiple different gods to some extent. It’s also good to note that Apollo’s name is unknown, meaning that nobody really knows what exactly Apollo means, which is pretty weird all things considered about the Greeks who placed such importance on the god’s forenames (ie, phoebeus, acestor, age’tor, etc).

"Though Apollo was the most Hellenic of all gods, he derived mostly from a type of god that originated in Anatolia and spread to Egypt by way of Syria and Palestine." (X)

There’s a couple of different things which point to Apollo being a Anatolian god (or being of, coming from him) named Appaliunas, and it is said they were on opposite sides of a war most beloved of their people during the fight. It’s important to note that it’s believed Appaliunas means “father light” and that he shows some level of importance over drafting peace treaties (which Apollo has some reputation in as the bringer of civilized order). We don't know too much about their connections however, because the documents are incomplete.

This theory also makes sense, because the name Leto (Apollo’s mother) is Lydian in origin, and there’s decent connections to her having been worshiped on the coast's of Asia Minor. And it is known the Greeks have adopted Anatolian gods into their religion before, see Cybele (sometimes called Cybele-Rhea), and the origin of Kore (later Persephone). There's stuff which points also to an Anatolian goddess called "Artimu" (Artemis) who is often confused to Cybele for some reason, and again this bears connections to the Lydians which worshipped Leto. There's information which points to Hekate being a goddess from Anatolia as well, which shows significance considering she is Apollo and Artemis's cousin (leading to my personal question of was Phoebe Anatolian in origin?). Apollo's divine number being 7 shows Babylonian or at least Mesopotamian Origin.

The Geographical location of these two places also bears similarities, they are close to one another, and it's known the Greeks had decent travel capabilities over water. There's also the fact that both of these lands border Troy, which is shown to have significant values in Greek culture and mythology, as well as the Greek belief that the Anatolian gods were present at Troy as well as the Greek gods.

(It's also notable the similarities in naming traditions, Alaksandu for one such example, does not sound too far off from the later Latin name Alexander, which came from the Greek name Aléxandros).

The other possible origin given for Apollo is Aplu (Apulu), a Hurrian god (of people who lived in Anatolia, Syria, and Northern Mesopotamia). Aplu and Apollo bear semblance to one another in more than name, Aplu was the god of plague (bringer of the plague more specifically) and he bears a large amount of resemblance to Apollo Parno'pius/Smitheus and Aplu's main story provides reasoning as to why Apollo may also be the god of healing and Medicine.

The story of Aplu involves the idea that the individual which brings the plague, must also be the one to banish it. This makes Aplu both bringer of plague(s) but also, protector from plague(s). From this we learn Aplu's name means "son of" (please note here Apollo's iconographic connections to "youth" and "sonship" among the Greeks, as the god of kouros), but the connection of "the son of" was a title granted also to the god Nergal (worshiped by many different people(s) across Mesopotamia) who is at least in part someone who holds power over the sun, and holds connection to Shamash (Utu).

Aplu is also often depicted naked (ya know) but wearing a laurel leaf, and part of a cloak... It's funny how these images are Apollo though:

Aplu is also symbolized by a staff and laurel a twig(s), while we know Apollo to be associated closely with the laurel because of Daphne, and Apollo having iconography related to staffs involves him giving his away to Hermes- which perhaps has to do with the caduceus being interpreted as the symbol for medicine, or the connection of Apollo to Asclepius and the rod of Asclepius.

Aplu isn't isolated necessarily either, there is also the Etruscan goddess Aritimi (Artume, Artames, or Artumes) and she oversees animals, human assemblies, and is considered a hunting deity. As well as scrolling through this list, you'll note more than one Greek/Roman mythological figure.

There's also a ton of stuff from Etruscan mythology (Hurrian mythology is just a subsect of Etruscan mythology) which overlaps with Greek mythology, some sources even state Etruscan -> Greek -> Roman mythology (I wont comment on that because I don't know well enough).

There's some other places Apollo's name might have come from, but those are probably the two most likely under the assumption that Apollo is a collective of many gods.

These are the specifics of the Anatolian god's Apollo may be born of/from, but there's a variety of things which point to him and mythology around him being of other origins as well (Minoan, Dorian, and Proto-Indo-European... yeah)

You may have heard one of Apollo's sacred animals is dolphins, Apollo Delphinios/Delphidios, this is because of a Minoan god named Paiawon (Paion) who was worshiped on Crete and also originated in Delphi. In the second part of Homeric hymn to Apollo, Apollo would transform his shape into that of a dolphin and carry the new priests to Delphi for the transfer of religious practices:

"Phoebus Apollo pondered in his heart what men he should bring in to be his ministers in sacrifice and to serve him in rocky Pytho. And while he considered this, he became aware of a swift ship upon the wine-like sea in which were many men and goodly, Cretans... Phoebus Apollo met them: in the open sea he sprang upon their swift ship, like a dolphin in shape, and lay there, a great and awesome monster, and none of them gave heed so as to understand but they sought to cast the dolphin overboard. But he kept shaking the black ship every way and making the timbers quiver. So they sat silent in their craft for fear, and... so they kept sailing on; for a rushing south wind hurried on the swift ship from behind... They wished to put their ship to shore, and land and comprehend the great marvel and see with their eyes whether the [dolphin] would remain upon the deck of the hollow ship, or spring back into the briny deep where fishes shoal. But the well-built ship would not obey the helm, but went on its way all along Peloponnesus and the lord, far-working Apollo, guided it easily with the breath of the breeze..." (X)

Apollo Delphinios was largely only worshiped by people of Crete and surrounding islands, but this is also largely where Paiawon was worshiped as well. There's also many things from early Grecian history which simply state Apollo to be Paiawon or of Paiawon, or at least doesn't bother to specify which god is being talked about.

In the earlier parts of Greek history, seventh-sixth century, there was distinctions made between the pair:

"and in Solon's opinion it is Apollo who makes a man a μάντις (soothsayer) but healers do the work of Paion" (X)

The whole thing with Apollo being descended from Paiawon however, is that Paiawon may not be Minoan but Mycenaean in origin, which means even if Apollo is originated in Minoan culture one of the gods who has influenced that origin wasn't even necessarily Minoan but taken in. Others believe Paiawon was Minoan or Aegean in origin but very far in the past, since his songs used a meter of pre-Greek origin.

You'll also not the commonalities between Paion (a spelling of Paiawon) and Paean (also spelled Paian), Apollo's original name according to Homer. It could mean a variety of things but "who heals illnesses through magic" and "pre-greek" are the most common translations of the word Paean, but it is also associated with music (most specifically a song sung by Thetlas who cured the Spartans) and is said to denote hymns for Apollo.

"PAEAN, that is, "the healing," is according to Homer the designation of the physician of the Olympian gods, who heals, for example, the wounded Ares and Hades. After the time of Homer and Hesiod, the word Paian becomes a surname of Asclepius, the god who had the power of healing. The name was, however, used also in the more general sense of deliverer from any evil or calamity, and was thus applied to Apollo and Thanatos, or Death, who are conceived as delivering men from the pains and sorrows of life... From Apollo himself the name Paean was transferred to the song dedicated to him, that is, to hymns chanted to Apollo for the purpose of averting an evil, and to warlike songs, which were sung before or during a battle." (X)

In regards to the possibility of Apollo having been of Minoan origin, one must consider not only his origins but the origins of the gods and goddesses around him and how they may have developed over time.

In this case Britomartis (Diktynna) is of particular interest, she was the Minoan "mistress of animals", she was a goddess (or sometimes nymph, or oread) of the mountains and the hunt. There's points to the name meaning "sweet maiden" or other similar things, but it is debatable.

Eventually Britomartis would become the goddess of nets in Hellenic myths, and would simply be closely identified with the goddess of Artemis. However, to the Minoans Britomartis wandered alongside a bow-wielding male hunter who's name has been lost, it is likely that aspects of this hunter were absorbed into Apollo; when the introduction of worshiping Artemis was brought to the island of Crete where Britomartis was also worshiped they were compared and quickly said to be of one another.

It is also said in some variations the myths of Britomartis that she was taken to the mainland in the nets of men after fleeing Minos, this seems like a euphemism for her as a goddess of worship being brought by fisherman to mainland and taken into their culture and worship, more so than it sounds like a goddess's story. Perhaps this led to her becoming Artemis, although most myths seem to agree Artemis gave Britomartis immortality... So who knows, but it's a point of particular interest for me.

Also I know I mentioned proto-indo-european origins for Apollo and I could analyze gods and goddesses relating to Apollo being a Minoan god like Aphaea, but I am not going to lie I am rather sick mostly of sourcing everything and I don't like to talk about stuff without stuff to back me up because I don't want to come across like I'm pulling information or ideas out of thin air because that's how misinformation spreads... But yeah, here's a somewhat simplified piece on Apollo's possible origins as a pre-Hellenistic god, and I hope you enjoy because I know you sent the ask a bit ago <3

#asks #glassamphibians #apollo #greek mythology #notpjo #apollo origins #historians please feel free to correct me

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took this quiz for evie and honestly i’m not mad about the results

she got allison hargreeves at 90% and im looking respectfully (((: i am also screaming @ MARGAERY TYRELL !!!!!!!!! black widow, lana kane, jennifer jareau, maeve millay, and ASTRID LEONG-TEO !!!!!!! i am totally not biased bc i write them ........ dont look at me .........

the rest are under the cut (there was like ,,,,,,,,, over 800 total so i just took 102 of them lmao)

Allison Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy): 90%

Iris West (The Flash): 89%

Dana Barrett (Ghostbusters): 89%

Laurel Lance (Arrow): 88%

Tess Ocean (Ocean's 11): 88%

Inara Serra (Firefly + Serenity): 87%

Joan Holloway (Mad Men): 87%

Beth Pearson (This Is Us): 87%

Bonnie Bennett (The Vampire Diaries): 87%

Caroline Forbes (The Vampire Diaries): 87%

Angelica Schuyler (Hamilton): 87%

Rachel Zane (Suits): 87%

Lana Lang (Smallville): 87%

Leslie Thompkins (Gotham): 87%

Sophie (This Is Us): 86%

Dr. Alana Bloom (Hannibal): 86%

Alexis Castle (Castle): 86%

Joey Lucas (The West Wing): 85%

Veronica Donovan (Prison Break): 85%

Mia Toretto (Fast & Furious): 85%

Lucilla (Gladiator): 85%

Donna Paulsen (Suits): 85%

Jennifer Jareau (Criminal Minds): 85%

Juliet O'Hara (Psych): 85%

Nala (The Lion King): 84%

Astrid Leong-Teo (Crazy Rich Asians): 84%

Bo Peep (Toy Story): 84%

Beverly Katz (Hannibal): 84%

Dr. Claire Browne (The Good Doctor): 84%

Anita (West Side Story): 84%

Lagertha (Vikings): 84%

Storm (X-Men): 84%

Ada Shelby (Peaky Blinders): 84%

Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things): 84%

Camille Saroyan (Bones): 84%

Fleur Delacour (Harry Potter): 83%

Katara (Avatar: The Last Airbender): 83%

Jadzia Dax (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine): 83%

Kasidy Yates (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine): 83%

Princess Leia (Star Wars): 83%

Maeve Millay (Westworld): 83%

Olivia Benson (Law & Order: SVU): 83%

Jules (Superbad): 83%

Lady Jessica (Dune): 83%

Carla Espinosa (Scrubs): 83%

Carmela Soprano (The Sopranos): 83%

Rarity (My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic): 83%

Stella Gibson (The Fall): 83%

Jasmine (Aladdin): 83%

Joan Watson (Elementary): 83%

Aunt Polly (Peaky Blinders): 83%

C. J. Cregg (The West Wing): 82%

Abbey Bartlet (The West Wing): 82%

Peggy Carter (Marvel Cinematic Universe): 82%

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham (Downton Abbey): 82%

Maggie Hart (True Detective): 82%

Rachel Menken (Mad Men): 82%

Monica Hall (Silicon Valley): 82%

Taystee Jefferson (Orange is the New Black): 82%

Tami Taylor (Friday Night Lights): 82%

Beverly Crusher (Star Trek: The Next Generation): 82%

Deanna Troi (Star Trek: The Next Generation): 82%

Guinan (Star Trek: The Next Generation): 82%

Kurt Hummel (Glee): 82%

Abby Whelan (Scandal): 82%

Diane Lockhart (The Good Wife): 82%

Gisele Yashar (Fast & Furious): 82%

Meadow Soprano (The Sopranos): 82%

Claire Randall (Outlander): 82%

Kim Wexler (Better Call Saul): 82%

Annie January (The Boys): 82%

Lila Crane (Psycho): 82%

Skylar (Good Will Hunting): 82%

Elizabeth Burke (White Collar): 82%

Sansa Stark (Game of Thrones): 81%

Margaery Tyrell (Game of Thrones): 81%

Mercedes Jones (Glee): 81%

Angela Moss (Mr. Robot): 81%

Dr. Madolyn Madden (The Departed): 81%

Sailor Mars (Sailor Moon): 81%

Jemma Simmons (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.): 81%

Sam Seaborn (The West Wing): 80%

Black Widow (Marvel Cinematic Universe): 80%

Addison Montgomery (Grey's Anatomy): 80%

Zoe Washburne (Firefly + Serenity): 80%

Rachel Chu (Crazy Rich Asians): 80%

Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Caribbean): 80%

Norma Jennings (Twin Peaks): 80%

Samantha Carter (Stargate SG-1): 80%

Janet Fraiser (Stargate SG-1): 80%

Tahani Al-Jamil (The Good Place): 80%

Olivia Pope (Scandal): 80%

Kevin Keller (Riverdale): 80%

Dr. Bedelia Du Maurier (Hannibal): 80%

Caitlin Snow (The Flash): 80%

Dr. Audrey Lim (The Good Doctor): 80%

Kiara (Outer Banks): 80%

Kate Beckett (Castle): 80%

Ellen Parsons (Damages): 80%

Shirley Schmidt (Boston Legal): 80%

Jennifer Parker (Back to the Future): 80%

Lana Kane (Archer): 80%

#idk most of the ppl on the list but im getting good vibes #lMAO #idk what to tag this as #it's not a study but #ig #˛ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒⠀ ⠀ ‚ ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ 009.#i stole it from reh btw heh #also the scientist in me is vv intrigued by how the results and data were compiiled #esp bc i wracked my brain using pearson correlations for my major research #so AAA

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littlesparklight · 3 years

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You know so much things about mythology! I learn a lot from your blog and I'm grateful for that!! My favorite god is Apolo (among others, I just think he's cool) as I'm new in this I don't know all his myths but recently I read that he was basically a mean, egocentric god who killed lots of humans and other beings. Is it true?

Is that why he's represented as a villain in western fiction?

Anyways, I didn't trust this info and came here to ask!

Hey, thank you! And I’m glad I can help. :)

As for your question - I mean, in one way it’s absolutely true. But it’s true in that you can say that about basically any god (and most of the humans as well, mortal offspring of gods or not) in Greek mythology, and so it doesn’t really mean anything, aside from usually showing someone likes to be ungenerous in their interpretation of the deity they’re currently saying that about.

The Greek gods do a lot of things that look wrong to our eyes (and, to some degree, since the myths originate in an older stratum of the society, the later Ancient Greeks also problematized/wrestled with this, in plays as well as philosophy), but you have to remember that they’re usually acting in response to certain cultural views. Hubris wasn’t just a mythological crime, it was a real world, actual one - the hubris in myth just displays the gods actually (being able to) responding to these acts committed against them. Overweening pride and vanity was considered unseemly, and if you go so far as to not just compare, but put yourself above, the gods, who in this case are the ultimate arbiters? Of course you’re going to get godsmacked. (It doesn’t mean we, over here, need to consider it reasonable, but you honestly do need to accept that the gods are usually not doing anything wrong in the way they respond.)

Hence you have Artemis and Apollo murdering Niobe’s [x] amount of children (the number varied, but always an equal amount of girls and boys, and sometimes one or two survived, one of each) in response to her hubris. You have Apollo chasing Daphne until her mother Gaia takes her back within the earth and lets the laurel grow in the place the girl disappeared, or her father - or another god - answering her plea and turning her into a laurel. You have Apollo turning a man giving a girl trying to escape him a boat ride into a fish and the boat to stone, etc.

You also have Apollo defending cities or people he considers his, in very direct and personal manner (Troy; one of the two opposing sides who fell to fighting after the Calydonian boar hunt), you have Apollo turn a woman who would rather jump into the ocean to avoid him into a nymph to make sure she doesn’t drown, and then he leaves her be. You have Apollo answering his priest’s prayer and setting a plague on the Achaeans, etc.

He can be as generous as he can be cruel; that’s just the nature of the beast.

(Also, I suggest, if you’d like to learn more without going to buy various books or adaptations, go to theoi.com and to the section that has various texts, and see if you can deal with the language in Apollodorus’ Library/The Bibliotheca - it will have a lot of myths woven in! I’d also suggest trying Hesoid’s Theogony, which can also be found free (old editions and translations) on the web.)

#asks #greek mythology #apollo #greek myth thoughts

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johnbiscello · 4 years

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#indie film #cinema #movie #john biscello #laurel and hardy #twilight zone

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raphael-angele · 2 years

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Teen Justice Headcanons Part 7

You think I’m gonna stop at one point? Even if the comic is done, I’m gonna keep writing headcanons for them.

Imagine they just got back from abroad cuz they were sent on a mission somewhere by the Justice Guild. So say most of them already have their luggage and just waiting for the rest in one area of the airport cuz they all agree to eat at one place before going to the Guild HQ. For the sake of this headcanon, let’s say Troy, Laurel, Jacqui, and Jess are still waiting for Klarienne, Raven and Talia to get their luggage.

While waiting, a man approaches them and it looks like he’s asking for help but the man is speaking German and as far as they know, only Talia speaks other languages including German. Jess tries to ask the guy if he speaks English but the guy just crosses his arms in an ‘x’ formation to say that he can’t speak English.

So they call for an attendant to ask if they could help by getting a translator but unfortunately, German translators weren’t available right now. Then the three approach them and Raven asks the man what’s wrong in German.

For the sake of avoiding mistranslations, I’ll write the convo in English.

Raven: Do you need any help?

Man: Ah! Do you speak German?

Raven: Yes, sir. *waves at the team*

The team:

Man: Please help; I put my luggage here and disappeared while I was at checkout.

Raven, to the attendant: He said that he put his luggage here but can’t find it anymore.

Attendant: Ah, he called a taxi earlier and the driver went ahead and took it. *points to taxi*

Raven, to the man: The taxi driver you called earlier already took it. That one over there *points to taxi*

Man: Ah, I see. That’s a relief. I thought someone stole it and I panicked. *sigh* Thank you very much.

Raven: No problem, sir. Have a good day.

Man: Same to you *leaves*

Raven, to the team: ...I’m hungry, we going yet?

The team just looks at him in disbelief and Troy has his hand over his mouth in amazement. Klarienne looks at Raven and goes, “You speak German?” Raven looks at her and replies, “Yeah. I speak English, Latin, German, Greek, Ancient Sumerian and Sanskrit. I’m a little rusty on Sanskrit though. And I’m thinking about learning Italian or French.”

Raven notices Troy is still frozen with his hand over his mouth and asks if he’s okay. Troy snaps out of it and jumps on his feet and says, “Let’s go. We’re all hungry and the restaurant will be packed soon” and rushes to leave. The team follows him but Raven leans to Laurel and asks if he did something wrong.

Laurel, being the supportive little sister she is, goes, “Nah, I think you just made him fall in love with you even more”.

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midtownmeadows · 7 years

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names for sims!

Hey, folks! I saw some other simblrs (i wish i remembered who so i could give credit ;_;) making lists of names for sims so I thought that would be fun to do too! They’re an odd (and some normal) bunch of names that you can use for all sims! Click “keep reading” to see names. I just didn’t want to take up your whole dashboard (it’s super long, sorry)!

*= new names added to list (from July 4th)

Apricot

April

Adelaide

Adeline

Andre

Acer

Ace

Alaska

Atticus

Arnie

Aubrey/Audrey

Augusta/August

Anais*

Bernie/Burnie

Bernard

Bernadette

Benali

Beck

Bass

Basil

Beatrice

Beau/Bo

Beetie

Blair

Bran

Brita

Birdie

Baxtor

Briar

Berit

Bug*

Corrine

Camille

Cameron

Cormac

Canne

Cantor

Calypso

Cal

Callie

Cooper

Caroline

Clark

Cosmo

Carl

Calliope

Clove

Chi

Cyrus

Cinder*

Della

Denver

Dakota

Dewie

Donovan

Dallas

Dale

Davi

Dorian

Dusty

Delia*

Ellis

Elsie

Elyse/Elise

Elma

Eden

Etta

Eloise

Esme

Elle

Emmy

Ember*

Fjord

Ferris

Francine

Frankie

Fleur

Florence

Frances/Francis

Flynn

Flo

Fry

Fig

Finnick*

Gem

Gin

Gladia

Gloria

Glimmer

Goliath

Gillian

Genie

Gene

Georgia

Graham

Guppy*

Gazpacho*

Gillie/Gilly*

Helena

Hank

Hila

Hooper

Holly

Hugo

Hal

Harper

Harriet

Holden

Hill*

Hyde*

Holland*

Ilbie

Iona

Ian

Indiana

Indi

Iver

Ida

Irene

Iris

Imogen

Iker*

Ines*

Jason

Jam

Joji

Joanna

Joanne

Jolene

Jetson

Joel

Jeanne

Jeannie

Junie

Juniper

Janie

Jacqueline*

Jade*

Jupiter*

Kellin

Kipper

Kane

Karl

Kibb

Kit

Kahlo

Kip*

Lula

Lillian

Lilith

Laurel

Lake

Locke

Laude

Landy

Lore

Lark

Levi

Lou

Lindy*

Lavender*

Mandy

Maude

Maeve

Mynt

Morin

Mathias

Marina

Mariana

Marion

Marmalade

Mars

Marnie

Maryland

Marigold

Margot

Margie

Marcie

Myrtle

Murdoch

Moody*

Mabel*

Mack*

Madelaine*

Magdalene*

Magi*

Malcom*

Mars*

Mercury*

Nellie

Nelle

Nova

Nest

Ned

Nora

Norm*

Nectar*

Nectarine*

Nadine*

Naan*

Neptune*

Neville*

Newt*

Nico*

Nicola*

Nix*

Noelle*

Noir*

Octavia

Oakland

Olive

Ott

Ophelia*

Opal*

Ode*

Olympia*

Omar*

Orion*

Orlando*

Oscar*

Ove*

Oz*

Ozzie*

Paola

Poppy

Penn

Pipper

Primrose

Pepper

Pip*

Peck*

Peach*

Prunella*

Papaya*

Pandora*

Park*

Pascal*

Pearl*

Percy*

Petra*

Phillipa*

Phineas*

Phoebe*

Phyllis*

Pier*

Pilar*

Pippa*

Puck*

Pyre*

Pluto*

Quail

Quinn

Quincy

Quill

Queenie*

Quaker*

Quiche*

Quinoa*

Ruby

Rudy

Rosette

Rosalie

Roseland

Rosalind

Rosemary

Ross

Roscoe

Roch

Rhea

Ranger

Rogue

Riggs

Robin/Robyn*

Robbie*

Rodney*

Rae*

Reyna*

Ramona*

Randy*

Raul*

Regina*

Remi*

Rhett*

Ringo*

River*

Rocky*

Rosetta*

Rusty*

Rocket*

Sloan

Sandy

Steph

Sparrow

Sundae/Sunday

Soleil

Sun*

Shan*

Saffron*

Sagan*

Sage*

Samara*

Saturn*

Saul*

Sawyer*

Scout*

Selma*

Seneca*

Sarge*

Shelby*

Shell*

Shepherd*

Shiloh*

Sigfrid

Silas*

Siobhan*

Smitty*

Solange*

Stevie*

Tallulah

Tulip

Thatcher

Thyme*

Tilly*

Thad*

Taro*

Tempest*

Teo*

Thea*

Theo*

Theodora*

Trixie*

Trudy*

Troy*

Terra*

Urma

Ulrich/Ulrike/Ulric

Ulysses

Uma*

Uri*

Unity*

Vienna

Vicari

Vince

Vinny/Vinnie*

Violet*

Violetta*

Val*

Valentine*

Valeria*

Vic*

Valley*

Venice*

Venus*

Vera*

Verne/Vern*

Winnie

Winifred

Winona

Wren

Wes

Weswick

Wilfred

Walter

Wallace*

Wilma*

Wilbur*

Wick*

Willa*

Wynn/Winn*

Xena

Xerxes

Xi*

Xylo*

Yuri

Yuna

Yuma

Yang*

Ynez*

Yvette*

Zara

Zephyr

Zirconia

Zen*

Zig*

Ziggy*

#sims #name help #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 story #i might update?#some of these names are of ppl i know irl and idk that's weird to me

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vellumsheets · 7 years

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Life and Death - Chapter 1

Summary: They had nothing to do with each other. He was the Lord of Life and she was the Lady of Death. But there was something about the other that drew them together, like moths to a flame. Consequences be damned.

Chrobin.

Greek Mythology AU. Romance. Drama. Some fluff here and there.

Read on AO3.

“Olivia, what’s the surface like?” It was an innocent enough question. Stella was the goddess of the underworld and had no real reason to venture above. And even if she did, she always went straight to the heavens, finished the task at hand, then went straight back home. Unlike the other gods, she never really dawdled in the realm of the mortals, even though she could. Perhaps it was because she ruled over the dead and had no business among the living. They would come to her soon enough. But lately, she found herself wanting to go up to the surface to see new things. Staring at dark rock and ominous foliage tended to get boring after so long.

“Green…?” Olivia offered, trying to be helpful. “Well, not always green. Sometimes other colors too, depending on the season.” Olivia sometimes ventured out, usually to buy trinkets in the market. Lon’qu, her overprotective husband, accompanied her as well, mostly to keep the naive and sweet Olivia from getting scammed. “Want to go, Stella? I’m sure there’ll be a lull soon and you can take a couple of hours off without too much trouble.” Olivia smiled, putting a hand on Stella’s shoulder. The goddess shrugged, blowing a stray lock of white blonde hair away from her face.

“Not particularly. I was just wondering. Too much work now. I heard the goddess of love did something to spark a war with the Trojans,” Stella replied a little dryly. “Something about wife stealing and armies sailing to Troy for vengeance.” Olivia nodded somberly, not a fan of things that drove people to their deaths sooner rather than later. Stella opened the book beside her, new names appearing on the vellum pages, one side filling up more quickly than the other. “See what I mean, more work. Call Lon’qu and tell him he has many souls to wrangle this time. I’ll meet you both in the throne room.” Stella quickly shut her book as she stood, her simple cloak and tunic transforming itself into a magnificent dark violet and black gown, a gold-wrought laurel wreath weaving itself into her hair.

“As you wish, my lady.” Olivia picked up her skirts as she rushed to find her husband, more work coming in thanks to the war. It wasn’t terribly difficult, but there were many souls to guide to their proper places in the afterlife. The sheer number made her work and that of Lon’qu’s long and arduous. It was Olivia’s job to heal the souls of their regrets before leading them Elysium and to keep watch over the rivers and fields, Lon’qu’s to wrangle the misfits and miscreants to eternal damnation, subjugating any demons and upstarts who threatened the underworld. Stella’s work was less time consuming but more draining and mostly unconscious. She didn’t have to think much, she just did, her powers flowing out of her to maintain the five rivers and Elysium, quell most of the rebellions of the unhappy denizens of the underworld, and to judge all who die.

The throne room was darkly furnished, faint beams of light peeking through the windows in the high vault ceilings. Low burning fires crackled in the stone insets, all freshly filled with chips of cedar and sandalwood. The heady aroma of the woods was sharp and soothing, like incense, the white smoke curling upwards slowly and gently. Stella was seated at the end of the long room, her throne carved from rock that jutted out from the center, worn down smooth by water. She raised her hand, fingers folding over as she beckoned to those beyond the hulking doors. Olivia and Lon’qu took their places to her right and left respectively, wailing souls entering, some Stella’s powers compelling them to regroup either in front of Olivia or Lon’qu.

“The dead, my lady,” Lon’qu announced tersely, left hand resting idly on the hilt of his sword. His eyes glinted like steel, the few souls who had inadvertently caught his gaze shrinking. “What is your judgment?” His voice boomed loud like a thunderclap, the dead before them suddenly standing ramrod straight as if afraid to incur their wrath.

“Those before you, to damnation,” she uttered, her eyes dull and unfeeling. Stella waved a hand over the wretched souls, strong shackles binding their wrists and their legs. Lon’qu nodded slowly, drawing his sword and dragging the blade behind him as he cut through the stone. A chasm opened and engulfed the thousands of damned, dragging them to the depths of the underworld as Lon’qu gracefully followed, an imperceptible devious smile on his face. When the stone righted itself, closing off the screams.

“And these souls, my lady?” Olivia’s hand swept across the smaller number left, the dead shifting uncomfortably as images of curses and fire plagued them.

“Paradise.” Her eyes gained back some life, her smile warm as sighs of relief escaped from the ones left. Olivia slowly moved forward in a dance, a soft glow enveloping the entranced dead. All the pain was washing away, their meager clothes transformed into rich garments as they followed her into a portal to a vast field, to hard earned and justly deserved rest. The room was empty now, all souls judged and accounted for by the Hadean Grimoire, usually the case but there were instances when actions and motives did not quite line up, prompting a more thorough investigation.

A sigh of relief escaping Stella as she slumped down in her throne. The sheer number of dead today was particularly brutal, much of her power focused on suppressing any of the wretched from trying to escape before judgment. Her hair tumbled down, the wreath vanishing, her dress slowly changing back to her simpler cloak and tunic. Stella wasn’t much for the pomp and circumstance of judgment, sitting alone in her cold throne as she watched souls move to their lot in the afterlife. Something shifted in front of her, landing softly in her palm as she stretched forth. A green leaf. Her lips twitched into a small smile.

“Maybe I should go up next time.” She rubbed the leaf in between her fingers, what she assumed to be the smell of fresh cut grass wafting gently.

—x—

“Oh come on Blue, don’t be such a spoilsport.” With a flick of the wrist, a dagger flew gracefully, lodging itself on some cork hung up on the wall across, whizzing by the man called Blue. Or, more appropriately, Chrom, the god of weather and seasons. With an annoyed grunt, Chrom moved back to his desk, a large map unfurled.

“Gaius, I’m still not done with work. Unlike you.” Chrom paused, fingers idly running over the map on his desk. “Do you even work?” Gaius gasped, in mock offense.

“How dare you Sir, how dare you!” Gaius shook a fist at Chrom. “Of course I work. Pulling people into hijinks and shenanigans is my work!”

Chrom rolled his eyes, looking back at the maps for the last time. “Seriously?” Gaius made an affirmative snort, picking up another dagger and flinging it expertly at the cork, landing right beside the earlier knife.

“Not the trickster and thieving god for nothing, Blue!” Gaius chirped, shuffling over to the wall and picking up the daggers he had been throwing for fun. “Now when are you going to finish so we can go and raid for sweets?” Gaius’ eyes were glimmering.

“I’m visiting Mother after,” Chrom replied simply, drawing the sword at his waist as he moved to the pool tucked at the far end of the room. Various colors were swirling, mesmerizing in its beauty.

“Oh. How is she?” Gaius sobered up.

“Not good.” Chrom lifted his left hand, fingers brushing against the liquid colors as he brought it level to his face. He flipped his hand flat, moving his arm left to right as he manipulated the tumult of chroma.

“Sorry.” The orange-haired god scratched the back of his head, unsure how to deal with the talk of death. Gaius’ mother was an immortal creature like them, his father a god, so death wasn’t really in the cards. There were stories of beings like them dying, but they were few and far between, and it took much more to snuff them out compared to mortals. Chrom’s father was the sky god, hence being the god of something, but his mother was just a mortal woman.

“It’s fine. You didn’t know.” Chrom stretched out a measure of the liquid, hand moving up and then stopping abruptly before moving back down to thin it down. At the desired length, his sword, the Falchion, hummed, metal ringing as he brought it to the edge and cut through, the rest of the mass of colors falling back down into the pool, the ribbon he sliced off floating gently in the air. It was a mass of mostly green and pink, faint speckling of yellows, whites, and light blues all around. “A good spring day for tomorrow.” He gently dropped it in a shallow bowl set atop a pedestal, the colors swirling around the marble as it slowly evaporated.

“Should have checked in with you more. I know you have Emm and Princess but…” Gaius trailed off, uncomfortable with the subject. And he called himself Chrom’s best friend.

“I didn’t tell anyone.” He loved his half-sisters dearly and they loved his mother to an extent, likely because she was the mother to their only brother, but they had their own lives and mothers to deal with, father excluded. None of them were particularly close to him, but then again he didn’t make any effort to get to know them and the siblings had long given up. “She’s even asked me to lessen my visits because of my work but I didn’t listen.”

“Good man.” Gaius thumped Chrom lightly across the back.

“I offered her ambrosia and she refused. Mother doesn’t even want to think about becoming immortal.” Chrom looked imploringly at Gaius. “What do I do when she’s gone? I love her.”

“Learn to be at peace with her decision?” Gaius shrugged, knowing his answer to be unhelpful but said it anyway. Chrom sighed balefully, unsure why he even asked a full god. Then again, demigods like him were few and far between. “Sorry, not helpful, but I’m not sure either.”

“I have to go. She doesn’t have a lot of time left.” Chrom smiled sadly, waving goodbye before disappearing to be with his mother. Gaius gave his back a two-fingered salute, leaving his friend’s office quietly before skulking off to look for his fiancée. All this serious talk made him sad, sad for his friend and his mother, sad because he couldn’t offer any support or a helping hand. Maybe she’d know what to do. He remembers her saying that she often met with the goddess of the underworld for work.

When Chrom arrived, his mother had some company, a childhood friend and her daughter, who blushed at the sight of him. Not many knew Sofia’s son was in charge of the seasons and the weather, it was to him they prayed for an agreeable day. They just knew he worked elsewhere, necessitating a move, but visited as often as he could, sweet boy. “Ah, I see you have guests. Should I perhaps come back later?”

“We were just about to leave.” The other woman stood up, smoothing away the wrinkles of her skirt. She beckoned for her daughter to follow, cheeks dusted red. “Agatha. This is my daughter Daphne.” Chrom nodded slowly, eyes warily reading the plans that seemed to be whirling in her head.

“Hello.” Daphne shyly waved, her voice clear but soft.

“We’ll leave you two alone. We’ll bring over some dinner. Daphne is wonderful at cooking.” The pair excused themselves, Chrom left to wonder what he could say to refuse the food. He planned to stay the evening but didn’t normally eat what mortals did. He indulged at times, but with the way Agatha and Daphne were acting, it seemed like they were going to try to rope him into marriage.

“Forgive them. Agatha has been trying to find a husband for her daughter and ever since she found out I have a son…” Sofia trailed off, smiling wistfully as she took in the form of her only child.

“It’s fine. I’ve just never been accosted.” Chrom strode over to the bed, fluffing the pillows slightly as he pressed a tender kiss to her cheek. Sitting down by her bed, he held her hand gently. “How are you?”

“Tired. Grateful.” Sofia placed a gentle hand on Chrom’s cheek. “You?”

“I’ve been a bit busy with the passing of the seasons but it’s been settling down.” It was always tough to wrangle out the right mix of colors and weather patterns as the seasons changed, the liquid in the pool being particularly violent during those times. “Also trying to avoid being pulled into Gaius’ latest scheme.”

“Your thieving friend?” Sofia laughed slightly but doubled over as it turned into a cough, her shoulders heaving. Chrom shifted, alarmed, but a raised hand from his mother stopped him from moving. “It’s fine. I’m fine.” Chrom brushed her hair behind her ear, as if the simple act would satisfy his need to take care of his mother.

“Are you sure you don’t want the ambrosia? With your talents and knowledge, I’m sure you could easily rule over something.” His mother loved books, her walls filled from top to bottom with bound pages. Some of them he gifted her, but most were there ever since he was born. Her favorite one was on her lap, pages well worn from constant turning. “I could call Lissa to heal you of your malady and bring the ambrosia to you.” It wasn’t very often that a mortal was turned into a deity but he had received permission for her. She had birthed one of the most powerful gods in existence. Despite his half human heritage, he was bestowed more power than even his half-sisters, both born of a goddess, different but deities nevertheless. He became a central god, the Falchion picky as to who its wielder would be.

“I don’t want immortality, Chrom,” Sofia said firmly, flipping their hands so her smaller, frail hand was carrying his. “Remember what I taught you about life?” He nodded slowly, the words faint in his heart, but present just the same. “Life is beautiful precisely because time is limited. You see things very differently than I, dear son, because my lifetime is just a blink of an eye to you, but it makes me appreciate everything life has given me.”

“But you’re too young .” Chrom pleaded, eyes misting. Much of what fascinated mortals was mundane to him, which was why he watched them from a distance with amusement. He mingled among them from time to time, but never fully understood.

“We all have our lots in life. This is mine.” Sofia felt her heart hurt, trying to hide the pain with a smile. “You must learn to accept you can’t change everything in the world.”

“But I can change this .”

“No, you know you can’t.” She smiled sadly, almost too weak to squeeze his hand. “I love the life I led, surrounded by my books, blessed with a wonderful but stubborn son.” Chrom smiled sadly, disappointed he couldn’t convince his mother to take the elixir but not surprised. He got his hardheadedness from her. “I love you, you know that?”

“Yes Mother, I know. I love you too.”

“Get married and have children okay? Tell them their grandmother loves them, even though she’s never met them.” Her voice was growing softer, eyelids drooping slowly.

“Mother!?” Chrom’s eyes widened, his mother’s hold on his hand slacking. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers. He couldn’t lose her, not now!

“Chrom, I love you, heart of my heart.” Summoning the last of her strength, Sofia defied all odds and pressed a last warm, tender kiss on Chrom’s cheek. He closed her eyes, pressing a kiss against each cheek as he whispered goodbye, cradling his mother and taking her favorite book, carrying her to the skies. She refused immortality, appreciative of her lot in life, but as his mother, was entitled to a grave honoring the few of their kind. She would be buried in the heavens and a tree planted in her honor, bearing the most delectable of fruit. He enchanted the house, locking the doors and freezing everything in place. He would come back, perhaps, and collect memorabilia from his childhood home. Now, all he wanted to do was grieve for his lost mother, the only one who took care of him before his father yanked him to the heavens to work as a god.

Gaius had been out in the fields, having just narrowly avoided his fiancée after swiping some cakes from the kitchens. He was just about to offer the remainder of his loot to Chrom when he saw him carrying a slight body, his friend standing straight but not for much longer. He offered to help bury her body, Chrom thankful for the gesture. After the work had been finished, planting seeds into the ground just above her body, Chrom finally broke down, tears flowing unbidden as he mourned for his mother.

“I heard from Cordelia you can visit the souls of the dead in the underworld. Pray that you reach her before she receives judgment from the goddess.” Chrom gazed at his friend, unmindful of how terrible he looked as he cried.

“Show me where to go,” he croaked, clutching at the hem of Gaius’ cloak.

—x—

Stella’s hand twitched as she ran her fingers against the spine of the grimoire. There weren’t supposed to be any more dead today, but her bones could feel the arrival of another. She wondered why they didn’t arrive all at the same time today. Though they all died at different times, they were all summoned before her at once, groups picked up at various points along the River Styx, the ferryman a stodgy creature who circled around until it was certain that all souls for the day were collected. It was only then were they brought before her, fearful of the judgment that lay before them. This one soul, however, was different. Stella’s clothes transformed back into the gown, hair gathered into a delicate bun as her gold-wrought wreath wove itself into her white blonde locks.

“Hello. It seems I was scheduled to meet you today.” A beautiful woman with the richest blue hair appeared in front of her. Stella’s heart squeezed painfully. The soul radiated the feelings of a mother and Stella had always the want of one, her own dying after her birth. “Strange, I thought I would meet a god, not a goddess. No matter, I’m glad to meet you.” Realization slowly dawned on Stella, wondering why the soul before her was conversing with her. Most were stunned into silence, and those she had to question before she could judge properly were often magicked into speaking, their fear crippling their voices.

“You… who are you? What are you?” Stella rasped, climbing down from her pedestal, walking forward to stand in front of the woman. It wasn’t protocol, but it didn’t matter. The recently passed mortal in front of her was conversing with a goddess as if it were nothing.

“Sofia,” she offered simply, a peaceful smile on her face. “A simple woman with a love for books.” Stella’s ears perked up at the last word, deciding she might delay judgment if only to talk about the books of the surface, if they were different from the books of the underworld and of the heavens. “You are?” The goddess smiled, amused at Sofia’s daring to ask her name, but she felt rather indulgent.

“Stella.” She paused, taking in the strange sight of a serene soul in front of her. “You aren’t afraid of me?”

“I’ve had time to grapple with the fact that I was dying. My stubborn son hasn’t. I suspect he might be arriving here soon. I can feel it in my bones.” Sofia paused, laughing at her last statement. “Do souls have bones?”

“No, I don’t think so.” A wry smile twitched at Stella’s lips. “Did your son die as well? I’m sorry to hear that.” It was a stiff attempt at condolences.

“He’s not dead. I doubt he’ll ever die.” Sofia brushed away a stray lock of hair delicately. “My son is no ordinary man. Well, I don’t think he’s even a man. He’s a god, or demigod because of me.” Stella’s eyes widened. That was why Sofia was perfectly comfortable in her presence. She had never met another deity’s mortal parent, most of them having passed on when her father was the god of the underworld. Heavy doors pushed open as footfalls grew louder and louder. “Ah, I believe he’s arrived.”

“Mother!” The young god strode forward, barely managing to stop before he realized that there was another in the room. “Ah. My apologies for trespassing in your domain.”

“It’s alright. You didn’t come here with a sword in hand, trying to claim justice for the dead.” Stella smiled wryly, gaze resting on the sword at Chrom’s hip before meeting his eyes. “Though I suppose you came ready for that.” Chrom blushed lightly, pushing his sword belt back just a touch. “What is your business here? Come to claim the soul of your mother? The minute she passed into my world, I’ve had rights to her soul.”

“No, I… I just…” Chrom shifted uneasily in his place. Why did he rush down to the underworld?

“Reckless son you have here, Sofia.”

“Just one last time,” he begged, hand resting on his mother’s shoulder as he held Stella’s gaze. “One more conversation then I’ll let her go.” Was that a slight hitch in his voice? She assessed the god before her, then his mother. “I wasn’t ready.”

“Most people are not,” Stella replied evenly. His face fell at her words and his expression actually hurt her. Who was this god and why did she feel so drawn to him? She sighed, fingers rubbing her temples as she felt a headache coming on. Most of the loved ones of the dead simply left their mourning to the surface, although most could not reach the underworld even if they dared. There were a few who braved it, like that musician who wanted his wife back but did not have enough restraint to keep his eyes forward until they reached the surface, the soul fading back into the underworld the minute he turned around.

“Chrom, let me go. You’ve troubled Stella enough as it is.” Sofia lightly scolded her son, patting him on the arm as she shifted. “I am at peace and ready to go to where she deems fit.” Chrom opened his mouth to protest but was quickly shot down with a stern gaze from the smaller woman. At the sight, Stella couldn’t help but laugh, peals of genuine delight echoing in the somber room.

“I’ll leave you two for a few moments. I have something to attend to and it doesn’t seem I have to keep an eye on a mischievous soul trying to escape.” Stella turned around gracefully, the back of the gown dipping so lowly that the cloth came to rest just barely above the base of her spine, a delicate chain of jewels strung just below her shoulder blades, connecting the thick but soft straps. “I’ll be back soon.” Truthfully she could have easily cast judgment upon Sofia, but seeing her interactions with her son made a warm, pleasant feeling thrum through her.

“Thank you,” Chrom all but whispered, a pleasant smile gracing Stella’s face.

“Don’t make me regret it.”

When Stella came back, Chrom was less resistant to his mother facing judgment. Sofia assured him she was more than prepared, as she had insisted from the beginning. Chrom gave one last kiss to the cheek and embrace to his mother before stepping aside, eyes misty as he listened to Stella pass judgment. The blonde woman gently took Sofia’s hand, the free one opening a portal to a lush green field.

“I’ve sent word to Olivia. She’ll meet you at the gates and heal you of any regrets before you step into Elysium,” Stella instructed. She squeezed Sofia’s hand before letting go, moving aside.

“I was a woman of action, often taking charge so as not to have any regrets,” Sofia smiled ruefully before glancing at Chrom. “Though perhaps my greatest regret is not to see Chrom married with his own family.” The god blushed. Stella laughed and pressed a kiss on both of Sofia’s cheeks.

“Rest now, you deserve it.”

With one last nod, Sofia passed through the portal, the lines and fatigue falling away from her face as she moved on.

“Well then, would you like to see a little bit of the underworld while you’re here?” Stella turned to face her remaining companion, hair falling down in waves as her clothes transformed back into her simpler garb, offering a hand. It was only now Chrom finally took the time to notice the goddess.

“S-sure.” Chrom struggled to fight down a blush starting to creep on his cheeks, taking her smooth hand in his sword-calloused one. It was only now Chrom realized how pretty she was, pale skin and doe eyes, slightly upturned nose and faint freckles dusting her cheeks.

—x—

“Thank you.” Chrom pressed his weight down, palms digging into the slightly jagged outcrop of rock they were seated on. His eyes watched in amazement as he took in the sight of the five different rivers, calm in some places, thrashing in others. Stella left them no more than a few minutes, but enough time for him to say goodbye to his mother and to thank her for everything she had done for him. When the goddess of the underworld came back, his heart ached but knew he couldn’t delay any longer.

“No problem. You’re the first god to have visited in a long time, outside of Cordelia, but she’s only ever here on business.” Stella resisted the urge to lean against his shoulder, the breeze cool and comforting and making her unusually sleepy. “Well, maybe not to visit me but still, a visit.”

“I apologize for rushing in like that.” Chrom shifted his hand slightly, fingers grazing against hers unintentionally. At the sudden warmth, he pulled back but only just. What little he knew of Stella, he liked. She wasn’t a terrifying goddess at all. In fact, she was lovely with her soft gaze and warm smile, frightening when she had to be but she didn’t need to be around him.

“I understand. Perhaps I would have rushed down like you too, if our places were switched.” Chrom turned to look at his companion, her gaze wistful as she continued to take in the sight of her domain. “My mother died giving birth to me, my father just cast her soul aside the minute I was pulled out of her.”

“She was human too?” Chrom placed his hand on top of hers, giving a gentle squeeze in reassurance.

“Mm.” Stella didn’t pull her hand back, appreciative of the gesture. “I don’t know much about her, only that she was probably lucky not to have experienced more of the ruthlessness of my father than she already did. Terrible thing to say, isn’t it? Being glad that my mother is dead.”

“What do you mean?” Chrom’s face twisted in confusion. The little he heard about the underworld was often marred by his father’s biases against it. Not too many of the other deities dealt with those under Stella’s rule because of whispers of their inhumanity, how they delighted in death. Yes, there were war gods, their domain contributing much to death, but it wasn’t death specifically that they revelled in, but a show of strength and dominion over others. People dying was an unfortunate consequence.

“Souls go to one of two places, depending on how they lived their life. The bad ones go to eternal damnation for punishment, the good ones go into Elysium, where Sofia is, into paradise and rest,” Stella explained, gaze shifting towards calm plains off to one side. “When someone dies, their name appears on a page in the Hadean Grimoire, most pages marked for a particular destination. Most times, judgment is just a formality, the last gate before true afterlife. Sometimes though, a soul with a morally ambiguous life comes along, their name posted in a blank page. Those souls I have to judge more carefully, coaxing out their hidden reasons for terrible deeds or their inaction, before I send them to damnation or paradise.”

“Sounds tiring.” Chrom relaxed his grip but kept his hand atop, thumb rubbing idly against the back of her hand. His gaze turned back to the rivers before them.

“It is. The work itself is not particularly difficult, the powers I have seem to just let me know but the upkeep of this place can be exhausting. Still, a far better way to do things than my father’s.” Stella paused, sucking in air as though to steel herself. She distantly wondered why she was intimating much of her story to a god she barely knew, but the warmth in his eyes and his devotion to his mother inexplicably endeared him to her. “He simply banished everyone to damnation without a care in the world. The other lesser deities of the underworld couldn’t do anything, no matter how unfair his judgments were. He delighted in hearing the tormented screams of the dead.”

“So you overthrew him?”

“Ungrateful bitch he called me.” Her heart squeezed painfully as she remembered her father, blood either caked or dripping everywhere as he lay flat against the floor, inky darkness shaped into a sword pressed sharply against his neck.

“You fought for what you thought was right, that there were mortals in the world who did good and deserved their just reward for doing so, not shucked into the fires of hell.” Stella’s eyes widened, amazed that Chrom didn’t seem the least perturbed that she had rebelled against a god, her own father. She seized power from the former god and had taken it as her own, becoming the new ruler of the underworld in his stead. “What happened to your father after?”

“Dead,” she said simply. “It’s not impossible to kill a god, difficult but not impossible. Imprisonment was one thing but I couldn’t risk him gaining back his powers and taking back this mantle. He used to live in the heavens until he got cast down. Apparently he used to be a war god but revelled too much in death and destruction, so the other deities bound him here and made him master of what he loved. As long he was out of sight, they didn’t care much for what he did to human souls.”

“Oh. You didn’t need to share so much. Gods we may be but we’re still strangers.” Chrom boldly took her hand in his, intertwining fingers together as he let his warmth mingle with hers. His mind screamed at him for daring to but something else just pulled at him to show signs of comfort and affection. “But thank you for trusting me enough to speak.”

“Thank you for listening.” She turned to face him, plush lips twitched up in gratitude. “In case you didn’t notice, not like I have much company here.” Chrom shifted his gaze back to her, barely registering his audible gulp. He wanted to kiss her right then and there.

“If I may be so forward.” Chrom whispered as he moved to crouch in front of her, their eyes level. Stella barely had time to ask what he meant before he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss against her forehead. She fought down the blush rising to her cheeks as Chrom pulled away. “Thank you. I know you let me talk to my mother as a favor.” Dusting off the dirt as he stood up, Chrom smiled. “Shall we have tea next time?” Stella’s heart skipped a beat.

“Next time?” She squeaked softly, hand brushing against her forehead to push away hair. The skin where his lips touched was still warm.

“Yes, next time. Unless this is the last time we meet?” The thought that they might never meet again crushed him. They ruled over very different phases of time, him over life and her over death, but he couldn’t help but seek her out again and again.

“Sure, I’ll send you a message.” A small smile played on Stella’s lips as she looked up, a warmth she had never felt before spreading slowly. Who was this god in front of her and why did he make her feel something strange?

“Would you be so kind as to bring some fruit for next time? I’m interested to find out how they taste.” Chrom gestured towards the cluster of trees behind them, fruits breaking up the green of the leaves.

“I can’t. If you eat our food, you’ll be bound to the underworld. I don’t think the others will take too kindly to that.” She smiled sadly, chewing softly on her lower lip.

“But you can leave?” Chrom sounded hopeful. Is that why they’ve never met before, because she was trapped below the earth?

“Yes, I am its master. I can leave for longer than most of its denizens but I’ll still have to go back. I grow weak if I’m away for too long.”

“Can’t have that now can we,” he murmured quietly, pulling her flush against his chest. Chrom couldn’t resist anymore, a strange magnetic force simmering between them. His eyes focused on her lips, ruby red and swollen. Entranced, he angled his head lower and kissed her: soft, tender, and sweet. Stella yelped in surprise but quickly and easily melted into his embrace. They were breathless when they broke the kiss. “Sorry,” he mumbled half-heartedly, not meaning the apology.

“Chrom…?” She looked up, confused, but didn’t pull away.

“I’ve seen humans do that, in greeting or to say goodbye.” His eyes were half-lidded, vaguely wondering why he kissed her but firmly deciding he didn’t regret it.

“Oh?” Her voice sounded naive and sweet, accepting his explanation but somehow still suspicious. Stella didn’t know much in the matters of love and desire but she could still feel some heat behind his kiss.

“Sometimes.” Chrom shrugged, putting a hand on top of Stella’s head before letting it slip down and rest on her cheek. He hoped that she would never show that expression to anyone else but him. He let his thumb run smoothly above her cheekbone, pulling a small smile out of her. “I have to go.”

“Okay.” Her voice was whisper soft but he could hear her disappointment.

“I’ll take you to the surface and show you around next time. I promise.” He pressed another kiss against her forehead before vanishing, Stella’s knees buckling as she dropped to the ground, her emotions a tempest inside of her.

“What was that…” she whispered, fingers resting on her still red lips, eyes hazily focused on where Chrom had been standing.

—x—

She craned her neck, listening for any sign that a sword swinging cleanly through the air would stop. It was early morning and Lon’qu was often in the courtyard, religiously training. Olivia was likely drawing him a bath. Stella was timing her escape, when Lon’qu ducked back into his quarters and Olivia helped him set aside his things. ‘Though why I’m trying to escape like a little girl, who knows. I mean, they can’t even get mad at me. Or can they?’ Stella scrunched her face, her thoughts running wild with reactions of her friends. Guardians. Underlings. She had to settle the matter as to what to call them. If anything, she was the one who got mad when something went awry because she was the one who had to pick up the mess.

Soon enough, Lon’qu sheathed his sword and walked away, boots falling heavily against the stony path. When the footfalls were distant enough, Stella opened a portal and quickly left, cloak wisping behind her. She left a note somewhere for them to find, a short message along the lines of sorry, got bored, wanted to go up and explore written neatly on it. She could have easily just teleported to the rocky outcrop where she and Chrom had talked but she wanted to make a clean getaway. There were times when Lon’qu or Olivia dragged her to fix something but Lon’qu’s morning soak was the one time they never looked for her.

“Ready?” Chrom pushed himself off of his seat, smoothing his pants. He offered his hand, Stella graciously accepting.

“What are we going to do?” She distantly heard a strange and loud noise, a high-pitched squeak mixed with a rumbling growl. ‘I’ll deal with their outrage later. They must’ve seen the note before Lon’qu settled in the water.’

“Let’s just go with the flow.” He smiled, free hand tucking her hair behind her ear before he turned around. Chrom tore through space and gently pulled her through, Stella’s grip tightening slightly as she followed. The sun shone gently, warm on her face, a cool breeze making her cloak billow behind her. Stella squinted, eyes unused to such brightness, slowly adjusting as shapeless colors were finally taking form.

“It’s beautiful up here,” she whispered breathlessly, unaware that her free hand clutched Chrom’s arm, her held hand still loosely entwined with his. She opened her eyes wide, now used to the sunlight, taking in the sights before her. “I wonder why I never ventured out,” she mused, her heart bursting with wonder. “There’s so much more to see here.”

“Shall we go?” When was the last time he felt this relaxed, that just sitting in her company would make his day.

The rest of the day was spent dawdling around, looking at trinkets that merchants were offering, filling up a basket that Stella didn’t notice Chrom had with food of all kinds. She was like a little girl, flitting around from point to point, taking in everything with a sense of wonder and amazement at seeing these things for the first time. Chrom good naturedly followed her behind, thankful there was no one who recognized him. Children danced around them happily, the younger ones innocently asking if they were married, their parents pulling them away and apologizing but with a knowing smile on their faces. It was the first time that children approached Stella and clung to her, the first time someone so alive and happy embraced her because they thought she was pretty. They weren't scared of her. They rejoiced around her.

The sun was starting to set when they found themselves propped up against a tree, Chrom lazily draping his arm across her shoulders, Stella pressing herself against his side, head positioned comfortably on the crook of his neck. “Thank you,” she murmured, her left hand playing with Chrom’s free one, finger tips dancing lightly across his palm. Chrom suppressed a shiver, her breath warm against his skin. He turned slightly, pressing a kiss on her hairline before pushing his forehead lightly on her hair. She smelled sweet and intoxicating.

“Did you have fun?”

“Very much so.” Her fingers curled against his palm before opening them again, nails grazing his skin slowly. She idly continued scratching his skin, amused as she watched his fingers shiver slightly, a sudden sharp intake of breath betraying him. “Ticklish?” She pulled away slightly, turning her head to face him.

“Shut up,” he mumbled half-sleepily, flipping his hand to tangle their fingers.

“Such harsh language,” her tone droll as her eyes twinkled. Sighing, she glanced back at the horizon, sun dipping lowly. “I have to go.”

“No you don’t.” His lax hold on her tightened, not possessively but enough to tell her he didn’t want this to end.

“Yes I do.” Stella pulled away. Chrom didn’t resist. Standing over him, she smiled shyly, pushing back a strand of hair behind her ear. “Today was lovely.” Chrom grunted, heels digging into the ground as he pushed himself straighter against the tree. Grabbing her hand, he tugged Stella back down, the goddess finding herself straddling him as her cheeks reddened.

“Don’t go,” he pleaded, hands pressing against the small of her back as he kissed her. Chrom felt her smile against his lips.

“There’s always another day. This doesn’t have to be the last.” She kissed him this time, lingering before pulling away.

“Have you ever seen the ocean?” He kissed her again.

“No.” She leaned into him, fingers tangling in his hair.

“You’ll love it.” This kiss this time was more heated, Chrom lightly biting her lower lip as she groaned into him.

“Bye Chrom,” she whispered, pulling herself away, palms digging into his chest. Her hair was mussed, chest rising and falling quickly as she tried to catch her breath. “Whisk me away to the ocean next time.” Chrom watched Stella disappear back to the underworld, no doubt a long night of work ahead of her with today’s delay. The last thing he remembered was her swollen, ruby red lips upturned into a satisfied smile.

‘I think I’m falling in love with her.’ His cheeks reddened slowly as he let that thought sink in.

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