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momowho34 · 3 years

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So that story about Dionysus being the son of Persephone is awful and gross for like 10 different reasons but can we stop and just appreciate how amazingly they would get along? Like dionysus has mysterious chthonic connections on his own and both of them show evidence of being preceded by really old and dangerous figures and they both have rebirth themes and agricultural themes and I just keep imagining

(This isn’t for a fandom it’s just straight up Greek mythology btw)

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Styx: Yeah idk, I just... found him here?

Dionysus, after wandering into the underworld and passing out next to the river Styx, wearing dramatic grape vines, drunk as fuck, tired, entirely oblivious to anything ever, should be totally harmless but still has the faintest aura of the maddened screams of the dying and the roar of lions drifting around him: hnngh???

Persephone, tearing up: *gasps* new bestie!!!!

Styx: ??????

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Persephone, during their weekly visits, painting his nails: *sighs* it’s just.... so exhausting to be raised from the dead every year, y’know? Really fucks with my beauty routine. I love seeing my mom but being brought back to life is just a little tedious. Dying is like so much easier.

Dionysus, feeding Cerberus ghost pork chops under the table with his other hand: oh sweetheart I know. I’ve died and been reborn three times, did you know that? Exhausting. Every. Single. Time.

Persephone: omg dish!!!!

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Persephone, on the way to the fields of Elysian with Dionysus: I just don’t understand why you had to kill him! He was so close to reuniting with his wife... er- whatever her name was, but they were really cute and you know how I am about love stories I just... I’m so upset!!!

Dionysus, carrying Orpheus’s soul over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes: look, he was ruining my vibe, okay? I really value my vibe! That’s just how it is. Besides, he lost his chance to find her in the living world when he turned around and saw her. Now he gets to reunite with his lover.... dicey-universe or whatever her name was.

Orpheus, weakly: Eurydice, my beloved that I lost, oh how her beauty was- ack!

Dionysus, frowning, wacking Orpheus over his shoulder: hush, you. We’re almost there. If you start waxing poetic or singing about tragic love again I will throw you into Asphodel so fast-

Persephone: oh don’t pretend that you didn’t come down here to save your wife a long time ago.

Dionysus, scoffing: okay, but that’s different! I am allowed to be here. Ariadne just came down for a little visit, she wasn’t planning to stay dead!

Persephone: .....I’m not entirely sure you understand how death works, dionysus.

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Hades, sighing: honey I don’t want to limit your friend circle, it’s just that it’s dangerous for someone to traverse between realms like this!

Persephone: I’m telling you though, he is a death god!

Hades: darling I’m finding it hard to believe that the god of wine and partying is-

Dionysus, turning the corner, with his horns and thrysus and slit pupil eyes and leopard skin and somehow giving off ancient old god eldritch abomination energy despite wearing sunglasses and drinking a smoothie: ‘Sup fuckers.

Hades, backing away: dear fucking Kronos yeah that’s a death god, that’s a really old death, that’s an old as Tarterus death god, holy fucking shit okay have fun sweetie he’s free to hang out down here whenever he wants I’m going to go throw up have fun you two bye no way I’m fucking with this shit not today-

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(tw: people talking about sex)

Persephone: okay but you can’t have had sex with that many nymphs! I know those girls! Boroe, Khonoris, Nikaia, Methe, Pallene-

Dionysus, sighing: Okay, okay, it wasn’t that many nymphs and humans! Just... look, let’s stop talking about my love life and talk about yours, hmm? Like did you have any other romantic escapades other then Mr. Scary Pants here?

Persephone: hmmm.... well there was this one really cute guy that I hung out with for a while, Adonis. He was pretty great, honestly.

Dionysus: ooh, Adonis... I remember him, he was really cute- shit, sorry, I had a fling with him too but this isn’t about me, go on.

Persephone, rolling her eyes: ugh, of course you did. Anyway, he’s no use to me dead, and he got killed by Ares.

Dionysus: oof, Ares. Fate worse then death. Why was he killed by Ares?

Persephone: because he slept with Aphrodite, Ares really hates it when people sleep with his girlfriend.

Dionysus, reminiscing: oooohhh, Aphrodite. Now she was definitely something, I remember this one time we- why are you looking at me like that?

Persephone:

Persephone: you.

Persephone: you never told me you slept with aPHRODITE- *assorted sounds of screaming and crashing*

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Demeter, exasperated, during the summer months: oh by the Titans, you can’t seriously be telling me that you’re friends with Bacchus of all people.

Persephone: but why! He’s an agriculture god, you two should get along! Plus he’s not dangerous- ok, he’s a little dangerous, but like, not to me!

Demeter, sighing: sweetheart I assure you, it’s not about if he’s dangerous-

Dionysus, popping through a window, looking at Demeter: heeeyyyyy! yo, it’s Bread Basket, my favorite bestie!!! I’m doing real good at this domesticated planting thing, I’m a born natural at it hahaha!!! I just wanted to let you know that I’ve been taking really good care of the vineyards you helped me plant, absolutely no fires or villager beheadings so far! I promise no more screw ups- *glances behind him* oh my gods you stupid fucking satyr’s, that is the ONE plot of land that you’re not supposed to- Sorry Demi, gotta go good luck with the.... whatever it is you do, bye!!!

Persephone, staring in awe as Dionysus runs back to the fields and desperately tries to corrall the satyr’s in his cult that are munching on grape vines as the maenads cheer and throw sticks in the background: wow. I’ve never... ive never seen this side of him before.

Demeter, putting her head in her hands: yet another reason why I wish I had your luck, Kore.

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Dionysus, standing next to persephone, watching Psyche skip away with a box of beauty cream tucked under her arm: ....You know she’s gonna open that box.

Persephone: yep.

Dionysus: and that it’s going to kill her?

Persephone: yep.

Dionysus: and that doesn’t bother you?

Persephone, sighing: look, have a little faith in Eros. He’s a resourceful little shit, he’ll figure something out, and watching Aphrodite realize she’s been bested by her own son will taste like poetry. I can’t wait to see it.

Dionysus, whistling: damn gurl you hold a grudge.

Persephone, narrowing her eyes: only against Aphrodite. Only against Aphrodite.

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Dionysus: anyway I was *Baby Melinoe grabs his arm and he freezes* oh my god what is that

Persephone, laughing: that’s just my daughter, Dionysus. I think she likes you.

Dionysus: fuck. Oh gods. um- uhhhhh- what I do with it, I don’t know- I don’t know what to do with it-

Melinoe: *laughs*

Dionysus, sweating: oh no. Why did it make that sound? Did I break it? Is it- is it broken??? What am I supposed to do with this??? Is it okay????

Persephone: gods this is so going in the fucking scrapbook.

Melinoe: *latches onto Dionysus’s arm as he continues to panic*

Dionysus: persephone is it okay? Is it broken? Persephone I’m not kidding your husband honestly freaks me the fuck out I don’t wanna break your kid oh my gods

Persephone: she usually doesn’t like people she doesn’t know-

Melinoe: *starts to climb on him*

Dionysus: oh fuck, no no no what is it doing, Persephone I’m not kidding what is it doing, what is it doing Persephone get it off me oh my gods I’m not joking perSEPHONE-

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greekbros · 3 years

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"greek-Bros: The Return of an Old Enemy"

Chapter 9: The 'War' Room

It was approximately high noon, the Dionysian Games were at their peak, all was well for the residents of Delphi except for one. Dionysus was in his competitors tent near the game field, explaining to Hermes the whole situation. Dionysus had agreed to a challenge that had now put Delphi and Ariadne in a compromising situation, if Ares won the joust he would take everything from the land to sleeping with his beloved wife.

Dionysus was laying on a pile of pillows, deeply remorseful of his string of terrible decisions. "I can't believe I would put Ariadne in this situation I really am like dad!", he sobbed, "WHY the fuck did I even agree to this?!", he continued while crying into his pillow. Hermes sat next to him, patting his back trying to comfort him. He couldn't care too much about how it all happened but he had an idea on how he was going to help.

Hermes laid down on the pillows and let out a relaxed sigh, he already had the plan all mapped out. "Dionysus, you know very well even if Ares does win...I'm not letting him screw you and Ariadne. By the way....is he using his OWN horses for this?", he asked. Ares's chariot was pulled by a trio of horses that would be best described as literal Night Mares, these mystical fire breathing war horses are fast, aggressive and can pull a lot more than Ares's weight.

Dionysus turned, sniffling, "....I'm not sure why?", now he was curious as to what Hermes was planning, "why? What are you going to do?". He was desperate to find some way of winning. It would be devastating if Ariadne found out she was going to be a prize for Ares and lose her kingdom let alone have her husband lose a challenge he decided to enter.

Hermes gave a smirk, inspite of current events he always knew how to make time for anything. "Well, I remember correctly....his horses are pretty tough....if he is using his horses, I could let them out....replace them with some of the horses from here.....I mean...how does wine effect horses.... especially ones that....breath fire?", he asked with a sly grin. He leaped up, pacing back and forth. "We could.....get him drunk, throw him off his game...or...we can go a little more further.", he turned to Dionysus for some approval.

Dionysus was catching on with Hermes's plan. He stood up, "...yeah.....I see where you're going with this....yeah.....but how are we going to get the horses to drink the wine? I mean....you can't just lead a horse to water....also....what if an animal that BREATHES fire....wine is flammable you know...". The two were brainstorming, thinking of ways Ares could be sabotaged. Their brain power would get a boost in the form of someone outside. The two heard the familiar but eloquently frustrated voice of Apollo, demanding to see Dionysus. Dionysus rushes to the tent entrance and opens to see Apollo, talking to one of the satyrs guarding the tent. "Hey man how's it hanging?", Dionysus chimed.

Apollo turned around and the look on his face spoke a thousands that all could translate to "What the HELL did I tell you?!". He marched towards Dionysus, pushes him gently back into the tent to yell at him. "WHY IS THERE AN EVENT GOING ON?!?", he shouted, "I thought I told you to hold off on any parties or anything to make sure the people are safe from what's been going on!". He almost couldn't believe that Dionysus would go the point of risking the Delphians for the sake of having fun.

Dionysus slunked into himself like a turtle going into his shell. "W-well Apollo ol'pal...ugh....wow you are NOT going to believe what else....ugh...Ares is here too....aaaaaand I'm in trouble.....more specifically.... Ariadne is in trouble.", he tried to soften the news but even he knew it wasn't going to quell Apollo's mild fury.

Hermes stepped into help in his own way, "Yeah Dionysus bet his wife, Delphi itself and his patronship of Delphi to Ares if he lost.", successfully making the situation far worse. Apollo's usually fare glowingly pale face was slowly glowing a burning fiery orange with anger, it became hotter in the tent, melting any wax candles and drying any leaves from fruits inside. "Come on Apollo, are you really going to get mad inside of this highly flammable tent with your two favorite brothers in mine?", Hermes charmed Apollo. The hot glow dimmed back into the cooler pale tone he usually had, he knew no matter how angry he got it would be pointless to lose his temper.

Apollo took a deep sigh, sat down to further collect himself. ".....ok...now...what do you plan on doing then?", he asked. He could see both Dionysus and Hermes had a plan, and he knew he wasn't going to like it. "Oh good....it seems you both have something cooked up.", he begrudgingly assumed.

The two stood there looking at Apollo, Hermes walked to a table that had a bottle of wine. "Let's just say, Ares isn't going to drive his chariot straight if his HORSES have been drinking....oh..ugh....DID you see his horses?", he asked. Apollo nodded 'yes', so unfortunately, the plan of forcing Ares's horses to drink the wine would pose a challenge. "Ok, so....we will have to feed the horses something else....spiked fruit?", he suggested. The two looked at Hermes, both couldn't argue against the idea yet they found it to be a usable one.

Dionysus chimed in, "yeah I think I have some marinated apples somewhere. We could feed it to his horses if they don't drink the wine.", he left the tent to look for some at a food tent nearby, leaving the two brothers alone.

Apollo knew that Hermes wasn't here just to enjoy watching Dionysus's fake Olympic games, he had been watching what had been going on in Greece. "Hermes, now that we're alone. What have you seen as of late? Is what I've heard from Artemis true?", Apollo was referring to the wolf man that Hermes and Artemis had encountered. He had recently come in contact with Artemis, whom had come to him to ask about Zeus's whereabouts.

His mischievous demeanor calmed into a somber awareness. Hermes took a deep sigh, he got distracted with Dionysus's issue. He turned to Apollo, "yeah, it was pretty freaky...the thing didn't die on the first shot either. I haven't seen them appear during the day though. I think these creatures only come out of night.", he took off hat hat and scratched his head. "Dionysus was getting a lot of complaints....guess people here can't stand still for long....I can see why he caved in, he doesn't want to disappoint anyone....I can relate, buuuuut honestly the whole situation feels weird.". Hermes felt mildly uncomfortable about his encounter, he had been so use to seeing things die and stay dead, that it had never occurred to him that something could reanimate.

Apollo's stern face loosened up, "Well.....he always seems to listen to his mortal citizens more than me so I'm not sure why I always act surprised.", he relaxed a little but noticed Hermes a little bit worried, "Are you ok? Artemis did mention you didn't take too well to the.... creature.". He could see Hermes look like a someone who saw something he shouldn't.

"it's ok", Hermes replied, "....I just prefer dead things to be dead....that's all.". He turned to the shuffling tent wall and sees Dionysus come in with a jar of fruit pickled in wine. "Ah perfect Dio, I'll take the fruit and wine. Wait here and I'll handle the rest.", Hermes took the jar and an amphora of wine and jetted off, leaving Dionysus and Apollo in the tent.

Dionysus turned to Apollo, "sooooo........ugh....hehe, have you seen the games? Man the folks out there are having fun.", he tried to make it as if he wasn't caring about his dilemma but there was no point, "man I fucked up big time..... fucking Ares, the asshole.... should have asked for someone who wouldn't want to fuck Ariadne.....man I'm a terrible husband.", he slumped on to a pile of pillows. He was still worried about the joust, he was worried about losing Ariadne's trust in him, and above all he was worried if he resembled Zeus in the worst way possible. Dionysus let out a deep sigh, "guess I really am my dad's kid..."

Apollo could hear the hurt in Dionysus's voice, he got closer to him and placed his hand on his back. "Look, you messed up even for your standards.....but you're not a terrible husband, you two are young newlyweds, you've been married for a short amount time and mistakes happen.... don't be THAT hard on yourself. There's still time to fix things....does she know about the bet?", asked Apollo.

"No...she doesn't....and I don't want her to know about ANY of it. If I lose, I lose everything that's important to me....if I win...well...I have yet to see Ares be a good sport about losing....for all I know he'll tell her out of spite", Dionysus replied.

"Oh come now, Ares is a difficult person for sure and he's unbarable at times....but I doubt he will be that level of cruelty. Maybe he was just exaggerating...after all the man is the father of Fear and Terror himself, he would know a thing or two about making people fear him." Apollo reassured him. "Plus, I have no doubt Ariadne would forgive you. You've done quite a lot for her if you remember, she knows you love her and you'd end the world for her.", Apollo hoped his words would at least inspire Dionysus not to consider himself a failure of a husband. After all, he along with Hades, have seemed to have rather successful marriages and to compare one's marriage to Zeus's marriage is surly a blow to one's heart and soul let alone their ego.

Dionysus looked at Apollo and smiled, "....thanks....but I just don't want to mess up anyway.", he got up and took a quick peek outside to see how far into the games the people had gotten through. Unfortunately time wouldn't be on their side, it had seems the Delphians had gone through the whole games and have already started giving out makeshift medals. "GAH! THE GAMES ARE ALMOST DONE!", he loudly panicked, he ran towards the set of armor that he set aside so he can put on for the joust, "OH GODS IM FUCKED! Hermes better be done with what he was doing!", he quickly put on his armor.

"I'll go and distract Ares then, see if I can change his mind about the bet, good luck out there Dionysus.", Apollo quickly left Dionysus in the tent.

"Bye see you later.", Dionysus responded.

Elsewhere, Hermes was at a temporary stable where the horses for the joust. Hermes snuck into the stables in hopes no one noticed him. He looked around and could see Ares's three huge, scary looking chariot horses, he slowly tiptoed to them. The horses noticed his presence, these weren't friendly horses, these horses might as well have been the horses of straight from King Augeas's stable. Hermes took a bowl and pored the wine into it, he raised it to the opening of the stable up to the three horses. In a whispered voice, "...hey there buddies, you want something to take the edge off? Come on, it should smell irresistible.", Hermes was hoping the sweet smelling wine would attract their attention, one of the horses did I fact take a sip from the bowl. It drank the whole thing in a few sips, letting out a loud delighted whinny.

"Hehe, perfect.", Hermes poured another bowl to see if he could give more wine, the same horse drank the wine while the second horse became curious and took a few sips as well. Now all was left was to get the third horse hooked on the wine, but the third horse was different, this one was a stubborn mare that lead the trio while they pull the chariot. She wasn't going to fall for the wine as easily. Hermes took a quick peak at the mare, "c'moooooon, what gives?", he could see she was all the way in the corner, glaring at him while her brothers fought to take the last few sips. As Hermes poured the last of wine into the bowl, he went to take out a wine soaked pealed apple from the jar. He gently tossed to the mare, the other two horses could smell the wine on the apple and tried to go right for it, but the mare reared her head, snorting aggressively. The two other horses stopped, the mare sniffed the apple and took a small nibble.

It took a few seconds for the mare to understand why this apple was spicy, however, she seemed to have liked the spiked fruit and ate it in one bite. She clopped towards Hermes, intimidating him for more apples, he quickly obliged and held the jar to the mare. She shoved her muzzle into the jar, eating a few more bits of alcoholic fruit. Hermes wasn't satisfied yet, he left the jar with the mare and he quickly ran to get two more amphoras of wine. He quickly began to pore more wine for all three horses, the more the three sipped, the relaxed and tipsy they acted. The three swayed back and forth, bumping into each other, loudly snorting and whinnying.

Plan A, was a success. Hermes patted the three horses snouts, knowing damn well he would never have a chance to do this with Ares's horses ever again. "Ok, bye bye.", he darted off to see what Ares was doing, unfortunately, he was more focused than ever, he was now for some reason practicing using his sword on an innocent tree as if he was going to fight Dionysus to the death. "What the fuck is he doing, he isn't going to kill dionysus is he?", Hermes questioned to himself. He suddenly saw Apollo call out to Ares, wanting to have a conversation with him. "Ah oh, this is going to be good....or really bad.", Hermes hoped Apollo was going to help.

End of chpr 9

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lifeofroos · 3 years

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Part 41. According to the ettiquette you should not randomly appear in someone’s room.

In short: Nico gets therapy from Dionysus. In this chapter, Hades has an important message for Dionysus. The rest of the story can be found on AO3 and FanFiction.net! Also in Tumblr tags like Dionysus, Nico di Angelo, therapy etc.

This Might Be Crazy: Chapter 41: Nectar

Dionysus woke up when someone turned on the lights in his room. ‘Which one of you insolent brats…’ He stopped talking when he saw Hades looming over him. ‘Oh, it’s you. I am not glad, but I am glad, if you understand what I mean. You being here means that the kids did not learn how to open my lock or how to turn my lights on.’

Hades stared at him just long enough for it to become uncomfortable. ‘Alright.’ He sat down on Dionysus’ desk chair, while Dionysus magically changed into proper clothes and sat up on his bed. Hades coughed. ‘I am here to talk about Nico.’

‘Naturally. I don’t think you are the person to drop in for a chat about the current party scene.’

‘Be serious.’

‘I am. How did your family dinner go?’

‘You didn’t ask Nico?’ Dionysus silently shook his head. Hades sighed. ‘It was fun. Good place, good food, if I have to believe all the others the sauces were to die for.’

‘Oh, that is nice to hear. If that is all…’

‘No, it is not! I asked Nico about his nightmares! That’s why I am here!’

Dionysus’ expression changed from more or less relaxed to concerned. ‘When did you ask him? Tonight?’

‘Well, yes…’

‘Ah. Okay. That’s… okay.’ He took a moment to rearrange his thoughts. ‘What do you think?’

‘I think you were right when you said it was probably the Elder Gods.’

Dionysus nodded. ‘Yes. The weird faces and the screaming voices are pointing towards it.’

Hades nodded. ‘I am glad it is something we can identify.’ He thought for a second. ‘Is that weird?’

‘No. Not at all.’ Dionysus put one leg over the other. ‘I also thought about what type of Elder God issue we are dealing with.’

‘Care to elaborate?’

‘Of course.’ Dionysus snapped his fingers. Two glasses appeared. ‘You want a drink?’

Hades stared at his glass. ‘This is just nectar, right?’

‘Correct.’

Hades took a tiny sip. ‘I better not go crazy tonight. Now spill. What did you come up with?’

Dionysus swirled the nectar in his glass around. ‘What I think is that it is a migration gone wrong. During the process, a few of the Elder Gods must have gotten stuck in Tartarus again and sought out someone to come free them, even though we all know that is literally impossible. An Elder God can only get themselves out of Tartarus.’

Hades looked concerned. ‘That is dangerous, though. People have disappeared because they listened to the Elder Gods.’

Dionysus looked at the floor. ‘Yes. Yet, we know how to make it stop. We can guide Nico through this.’

‘I hope you are thinking of trying the diplomatic route.’

‘I am. We can either have Nico talk to the primordials stuck in Tartarus or help him pick up the signals of the Elder Gods who are there where peaceful Elder Gods go to. If you look at his dreams, both have to be possible.’

‘That all sounds logical.’ Hades sighed. ‘Dionysus, I don’t want Nico to get hurt, but I also know this is the only way to help him, and I don’t know what to do.’

Dionysus slowly nodded. ‘He will certainly get a little hurt, but way less hurt than if we allow him to get persuaded into going to Tartarus.’ Dionysus shifted. ‘I would have acted earlier if possible, but if someone is just hearing unspecified voices, I can not lead them to the primordial stand just in case. That would cause more harm.’

‘I get it, Dionysus. I mean, it is probably a lot for both of us.’ Just a little more for me, he thought after that.

‘Yes, of course. Of course it is. I don’t want Nico to get hurt either.’

‘Yeah.’ Hades sighed and took a sip. ‘Thanks for the restaurant reservation, I guess.’

They both knew he was trying to change the subject. ‘You’re welcome. Although I must say that Ariadne was the one who originally wanted to try that place out, quite a while ago.’

‘Still.’ Hades suddenly narrowed his eyes. ‘Wait a minute. Did you pay for the meal?’

Dionysus raised his eyebrows. ‘No. I would if they had sent me the bill, but they didn’t. Didn’t you?’

‘No, and neither did Persephone. Oh, eh, she was with us. It can’t have been one of the kids either. When we got up and tried to pay, they told us it was taken care of.’

Dionysus stared into his glass. ‘Strange.’

‘Uh, yeah. It’s kind of distressing.’

‘Hm. Maybe.’

‘Not?’

‘It might be, but I do not want to think about it right now. It seems pretty trivial and we have other things to deal with.’

Hades gulped the last of his nectar down. ‘If you don’t mind, I am going back. Persephone said she would not wait, but she probably is.’

‘Good. I think Ariadne might come later on, now that I randomly woke up.’

‘Good.’

‘Yes.’

Hades waved, before he disappeared.

Dionysus flopped down onto his bed. He stared up at the ceiling. Hm. He had an idea who could have paid the meal. Maybe he would grace Apollo with a visit the next day, so that that issue would be out of the way. But not now - Now he would wait for Ariadne, and then go get some more sleep.

A/N: Okay boys is it ‘according to ettique’ or ‘according to THE ettiquette’ because I don’t know anymore

POV: you are Dionysus and Hades wakes you up in the middle of the night with an important message, wyd.

Anyway if I accidently called the Elder Gods the primordials in this chapter, would you be so kind as to ignore it? They are not meant to be the same thing.

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thegreekgods · 5 years

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I absolutely love your blog! I wanted to ask if you have any headcannons about how the Olympians interact with each other?

I’m glad you like it! Sorry that it took a while to get this done. I hope this is what you wanted :)

So, having to live with the same people for the rest of the eternity results in a lot of chaos. The Olympus is a big mess.

ZEUS

(Gotta say it: I hate this dude)

+ For starters, Zeus is kind of an asshole with everyone, but we knew that already.

+ He keeps cheating on Hera and acts like it’s the last time.

+ Always fights with Hades and Poseidon over the simplest things but deep down (very, very deep), he loves them.

+ He’s really nice to Hestia, because, you’re a monster if you’re not.

+ Isn’t the best father. He tries saying that he loves all his kids the same but everyone knows he loves Athena more. Some people think that’s because he feels guilty for Metis (including Athena herself).

HESTIA

+ Hestia is like, the kindest person in the world and she loves her family with all her heart.

+ She has long conversations with Hades while they drink tea (she’s his favorite sibling) and spends a lot of time braiding Demeter and Hera’s hair while her sisters rant about Hades and Zeus.

+ She rolls her eyes at Demeter because Persephone is happily married and she wishes her sister would just accept that, and tries to get Hera to divorce her husband because Zeus doesn’t deserve her.

+ Hestia basically loves spending time with everyone in her family. Tea parties with Hades? Yes. Reading books with Athena? Yes. Long conversations with Aphrodite? Yes. Cooking with Demeter? Yes. She just wants them to spend more time together a real family and always tries to make things more peaceful.

+ That’s why she’s always there when they do the council meetings. Things tend to get a little… intense.

+ Basically they would be screwed without her.

HADES

+ If he’s honest, not living in Olympus with the rest of his family is a blessing.

+ He hated being islated at first but her can’t stand all those figths. Zeus and Demeter get on his nerves and wants to throw himself on Tartarus when they start yelling at his.

+ Hestia visits him and he loves her, all the others can choke.

+ (he loves them too but never says it)

+ Poseidon and Hades get along pretty well when they’re making fun of Zeus together.

+ But he wishes they could be able to just be brothers without power always coming first. (yeah, Persephone made him soft)

+ Speaking of Persephone, here are some headcanons of the Olympian Power Couple: https://thegreekgods.tumblr.com/post/180462950560/ooh-ok-got-any-headcanons-about-hades-and

+ His favorite nieces are Athena and Artemis because they never get on his nerves like Apollo and Hermes.

+ Just like Hestia, he wishes Hera would divorce Zeus. Because one: she’s one of the reasons the Underworld is getting more souls, and two: because he knows his brother’s a shitty husband.

+ Sometimes he goes to the Olympus just to see Persephone because he’s really lonely when she’s not there and Hestia can’t visit him.

POSEIDON

+ Poseidon’s chill most of the times.

+ He fights with Zeus and Hades sometimes? Yes, but usually he just likes to hang out with Apollo, Hermes, Ares and Hephaestus. See? Pretty chill.

+ But one thing happened on his life and that thing is the reason he isn’t so chill anymore.

+ That thing is Athena.

+ Ever since they fought over Athens he knew she was the worst child Zeus had ever had.

+ They fight all the time. Every. Single. Day. Over anything.

+ She keeps saying he doesn’t have a brain and that he’s a brute. So he does what no one should do when they’re on Athena’s bad side:

+ He fights back.

+ Aphrodite says it’s love but there’s no way he loves that blonde-emotionless-creature. No.

+ He loves his sisters but he’s not so close to Demeter anymore. He gets why and respects her.

+ When he’s at Olympus he’s usually with Apollo and Hermes. But sometimes with Aphrodite as well.

ARES

+ He’s a piece of work.

+ He tends to act more as The Gof Of War™ than just… Ares. Usually he’ll only show his other side to Aphrodite.

+ He’s not the best at showing his emotions and Aphrodite’s working on that. They might not be lovers anymore, but they’re very good friends.

+ At first it was hard for him, because, he loved her. In his own way, but he did. However, they’re cool now.

+ This also changed his relationship with Hephaestus as well. They never really hated each other but now they’re able to have a nice conversation without start yelling.

+ He denies it but he’ll always be a little jealous of Athena. They hardly agree with each other’s plans and ideas but they’re siblings and as much as he tries he can’t hate her.

+ They spend time training together or playing chess (she always wins).

HEPHAESTUS

+ He’s not close to Hera. Not at all.

+ When your mother throws you out of the house because you’re “ugly” on her eyes, she kinds ruins your relationship forever.

+ Aphrodite apologized for cheating on him and he apologized for not giving her the attention she deserved and they’re trying to fix they’re relationship. They’re friends but he’s still in love with her. He doesn’t think he’ll ever stop loving her.

+ Athena, Ares and Hephaestus always work together when there’s a war.

+ He always has to fix things Apollo or Hermes break.

+ Athena and Hestia are his favorites relatives.

ATHENA

+ Has the best relationship with Zeus. And while she doubts it’s all because of guilt, it’s better to leave it like this.

+ Intense training sessions with Artemis and Ares.

+ Intense reading sessions alone / with Hestia and sometimes Hephaestus.

+ Sometimes Aphrodite annoys her but she loves her like a sister.

+ Aphrodite always enters her temple/library without knocking on the door and at this point, she’s used to it.

+ Always compliments Demeter because Demeter’s coffee is the best and she’s addicted to it.

+ I’m not gonna mention her fights with Poseidon again.

+ But even with the constant fighting, Athena misses the time before the whole Athens and the whole Medusa thing when they were friends.

+ No, she’ll never tell him that.

ARTEMIS

+ Her best friend is Athena. They train together when she’s not with the hunters.

+ Her feelings towards Aphrodite are the same as Athena’s.

+ But her favorite person is Apollo.

+ She’s not close to anyone as she is with him. And yes, he annoys the hell out of her, but they’re twins and his her little brother. She loves him with all her heart.

+ But Artemis is really closed. She doesn’t open up much and tries to keep her feelings to herself so she doesn’t say that to him very often.

+ That doesn’t mean they fight any less than Athena and Poseidon.

+ Usually is because Apollo’s annoys her everytime he gets the chance. Either by calling her “little sis” or hitting on her hunters on purpose.

+ She’ll do anything to protect him.

+ Hermes annoys her too. But she’s not as patient as she is with Apollo. He regrets it first.

DEMETER

+ Persephone is her baby girl. She will always be.

+ Demeter and Hades used to be good friends but it seems like she’ll never get over the fact that Persephone married him.

+ They grew apart and that was one of saddest thing Hestia has even seen happenning with her siblings, because they were really close.

+ She loves Hestia and Hera with all her heart and will do anything for them.

+ Poseidon and Demeter also grew apart, but they both decided it was the best.

+ She loves cooking and sometimes she does it when she’s trying to avoid some feelings (she cooks a lot when Persephone goes to the Underworld).

HERA

+ She spends a lot of time with Hestia learning how to control her temper.

+ She swears she’s getting better.

+ Hera knows Zeus doesn’t deserve her (or any woman), but she can’t divorce him. Something in her mind keeps telling her she should try harder because she’s the goddess of marriage but she’s not enough.

+ Even with Aphrodite, Hestia, Demeter, Poseidon and Hades telling her she’s not the problem, she just tries to control her emotions and be a better wife for Zeus.

+ Is tring to fix her relationship with Artemis, Apollo, Hermes and Dionysus but she knows it won’t happen so fast.

+ Hera knows her relationship with Hephaestus is beyond repair and she regrets what she did to him.

DIONYSUS

+ Always says he hates his family but it’s not (entirely) true.

+ Great parties with Aphrodite and Apollo.

+ Not the biggest fan of Hera.

+ The only person he says he really loves is Ariadne and Ariadne only.

PERSEPHONE

+ Loves her mother but wishes Demeter would stop trying to keep her away from Hades.

+ Probably has the second best relationship with Zeus.

+ Good friends with Hera and jokes about them being The Queens Of The World™.

+ Long gossip sessions with Aphrodite.

+ Basically everyone loves her as well.

APHRODITE

+ Sometimes she’s insecure because there was a time when none of the goddesses liked her.

+ Now she’s good friends with Athena and Hera (she doesn’t want another Trojan War).

+ Really good friends with Poseidon and Apollo. They spend hours talking on her temple.

+ Apollo and Aphrodite love karaoke. They do it every weekend.

+ She hates Zeus. He makes Hera suffer and she can clearly see that there’s no love in their marriage anymore and that their marriage is really toxic.

+ Sometimes the other Olympians underestimate her, but she’s the oldest and most powerful one.

+ She loves cooking with Demeter as well and always asks Athena for new books she might like to read

+ She’s working on fixing her own marriage because she knows she can be really happy with Hephaestus, she really loves him.

+ Gets along with Hades really well, because love and death have always walked together.

+ Here are more headcanons about her: https://thegreekgods.tumblr.com/post/180458963155/aphrodite-headcanons

HERMES

+ Best friends with Apollo.

+ Teasing Artemis and Athena is his favorite thing to do (but he always regrets it).

+ Competes with Dionysus to see who can drink more (which he always regrets as well).

+ Likes to play pranks on everyone. His favorite prank involved Athena and a spider (it didn’t end well for anyone).

+ Developed a nice friendship with Hades (but still annoys him sometimes).

+ Stealing things and blaming Apollo.

+ Doesn’t play pranks on Hestia anymore because one time she scared him so hard that he swore to never do it again.

APOLLO

+ Teases Artemis all the time.

+ Although she doesn’t tell him often, he knows how much she loves him and loves her just the same.

+ They tell everything to each other.

+ Lets Aphrodite braid his hair when she’s bored.

+ Doesn’t tease Hestia for the same reason as Hermes.

+ Loves to hug everyone.

+ But the others get really annoyed with him because he complains a lot when he’s upset.

+ Sings everytime and anything they ask him.

+ The others beg him to stop making haikus because they’re really bad.

+ He never stops.

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Entry 272

James Michael Somerset III… he wasn’t disappointing me. I watched as he easily misdirected the guards from Adelmar, moving out of sight in the instant they looked away. He had roamed around for a while now, taking in the sights. Watching as he gazed from the bridge over the river, I wondered what thoughts flowed through his mind.

Hearing him sigh, I moved next to him and said, “Such a heavy sigh doesn’t suit you.”

Though slow to my senses, his eyes focused on me far more quickly than a human could have managed, and the alertness in them was admirable. He took in my appearance and easily recognized when I made a spell to ward off the sunlight.

“Oh, James… No need to be startled. I’m a friend. An ally. A vampire!” I exclaimed, smiling at him as I watched his eyes dart to those passing us by. “Don’t worry about them. Think. I’m speaking far too softly for human ears, and the nearest immortal ones aren’t nearby quite yet. Well, unless Aaliyah is around. You never know with her, do you.”

“Pardon?”

“My apologies. I should start with an introduction. I am known as Zachary Blood, and meeting you is a pleasure, James.” I assured him, hoping Aaliyah wouldn’t hold my slight discourtesy toward her friend against me for long. She had made certain that my brothers and I knew she adored James.

“Nice to make your acquaintance, but I’m still at a loss.” he replied, sounding formal. Then his expression changed, as if he remembered something, and he asked “Do you know Ariadne? I do recall her mentioning vampire brothers.”

“Of course, assuming you refer to Aaliyah’s ‘auntie’. She’s a delight!” I replied, glad that he knew something of us.

Smiling now, he exclaimed “Excellent! Might I have your autograph for one of my employees. Cosette seemed rather excited when Ariadne mentioned…”

I quickly ran home to fetch the letter I had written. He had barely moved by the time I returned, but I had caught the attention of my brothers. Handing over the letter, I said, “Here you are. I composed a letter for her.” I took a moment to consider his surprise before saying, “I actually wrote that to her after Ariadne told me of her. I just needed to pop home to get it.”

“‘Pop’, you say. Do grow up.” stated Vito after stepping up beside me.

“As if you can talk, Vito.” argued Papak from where he hid off the side of the bridge.

“Please, Papak. You haven’t changed your name since 300 B.C.” asserted Vito, sounding even more annoyed.

Smiling apologetically, I said, “These are my older brothers, Vito Sanguinem and Papak Khoon.”

“A pleasure to meet you all.” replied James, looking between Vito and me. “I take it that you’re a bit older than Ariadne then.”

“Has Aaliyah really not mentioned us at all?” questioned Vito, sounding shocked by the idea.

I couldn’t blame him, not with how frequently Aaliyah had mentioned James of late.

“Aww... don’t be offended! James needs things at his own pace.” claimed Aaliyah, after appearing on James’ shoulders, hugging his head with both arms. In the same instant, she had brought us all home to the top of our tower.

“You’ll eventually get used to that happening.” I assured James, who was looking around.

“Speak for yourself.” growled Vito. Throughout the years, he had repeatedly asked Aaliyah to at least pretend she cared about our opinions before doing what she wanted.

“Well, I like it. You two don’t have to take the long way into buildings.” claimed Papak, his massive mouth spreading into a grin. His inhuman form was as much of a curse as it was a blessing. He was easily the strongest physically and fastest of us, but he took thousands of years to master blending in with a crowd.

“You haven’t taken ‘the long way’ in centuries.” argued Vito. “You could have stopped much sooner with a little more self control.” Vito was still bitter about his own weakened body, also a result of their pact with a demon in dragon form.

Papak’s response was to pick up Vito in a single massive hand, so he could pull him close and try staring him down, which we all knew never worked. Vito was the eldest and still the best with magic.

“Don’t fret. This sort of thing has happened regularly since we came to live on this island. We had grown accustomed to living apart.” I explained to James, who had grown worried. His lack of fear was commendable.

Between the three of us, my brothers and I held sway over a fair chunk of the world. We had watched empires rise and fall, sometimes encouraging one course or another. In terms of personal power, there were few who could oppose us, yet our own strengths were meaningless when compared with the tiny girl playing with James’ hair.

“Will you three settle down?” commanded Ariadne as she hurried into the room. Spotting James, she said, “James, nice of you to visit. Care for a drink?”

Nodding, he told her “Yes. Thank you.”

In a flash of light, a tray hosting a complete tea set appeared on the table, already filled with tea.

“Auntie! You didn’t offer me any!” pouted Aaliyah.

Ariadne look at her as if looking at a troublesome child. “You’re stirring up mischief, and I will not encourage you.”

Aaliyah fell backward, slamming into the floor with one arm pressed against her head. “My own auntie won’t even encourage me! I’m doomed, boss-man, sir. Doomed!” she complained loudly.

“James, what did she do to these three now?” questioned Ariadne as James helped himself to some tea.

“Nothing really, except maybe transporting us here. We had barely gotten introduced when she arrived.” he assured her.

Looking slightly dubious, Ariadne said, “Well, don’t put up with her nonsense. She has a tendency to treat these three as playthings, despite the fact that they’ve been helping guard humanity for thousands of years.”

“You, my dear, are absolutely adorable when you’re being sassy.” teased Vito from his place in Papak’s hand.

Ariadne crossed her arms and looked away from him, pretending not to like his comment. Barely two thousand years old, she was quite young compared to us, but I easily understood my brother’s love for her. In our time together, Ariadne had proven wise beyond her years and capable of handling situations quite shrewdly.

“What do you think, James? Is that one really her niece?” questioned Papak as he unceremoniously deposited Vito on the floor. He had motioned from Ariadne to Aaliyah with his free hand.

“I’ve learned not to argue with Aaliyah.” replied James diplomatically.

Wise choice there. Coming between Aaliyah and her fun never worked out for anyone.

“Zachary, James thinks I’m melodramatic. Please tell him I’m not!” begged Aaliyah, on her knees at my feet.

“Umm…” I muttered, considering different ways to deal with the situation. “I don’t really want to be on your aunt’s bad side. She spends more time with us.”

“My…” started Aaliyah, stopping to count on her fingers. “One of my somewhat oldish friends likes my aunt better than me!”

My brothers and I were quite interested in meeting these friends of hers that were much older than us. We knew Carl, of course, but I doubted all of her old friends were deities. Addressing Aaliyah’s complaint, I said, “I wouldn’t say that I like her ‘better’, really. I just know she’ll get moody if I take your side.”

“Moody!? I haven’t been moody in at least a thousand years.” insisted Ariadne, giving me a withering look. Turning on Papak, she said, “And as for you, Papak, I cannot believe you still don’t believe that Aaliyah is my niece. Shame on you!”

One of his enormous wings moved in front of him as if to shield him. “You do have to admit that her being older than you makes that seem a bit improbable.”

Despite her youth, Ariadne actually could harm us if she wanted. She might even be able to kill us, given her incredible power.

“You know Carl. Argue with him about it.” retorted Ariadne, frowning at him.

“Hello?” questioned James, seeming unhappy about whose name had appeared on his phone before he answered the call.

“James! My team reported that they lost you, and my cousin got… you know how she is.” came Adelmar’s voice over the phone.

I could hardly blame James for being unhappy about Adelmar Slayer calling. Anyone who had to deal with him was in for an unpleasant conversation.

“Ah. I’m with some friends.” replied James, keeping his tone polite.

“Friends? Here?” questioned Adelmar with obvious surprise.

“Tell Adelmar that you’ve joined his nemeses to see how real men party.” I yelled, smiling.

“I… see.” stated Adelmar uncomfortably. “I wasn’t aware that you knew them. Though I wouldn’t presume to tell you what company to keep, I feel I must inform you that some in my family will take your current company as a personal affront, given that you are likely to marry into the family.”

“Aaliyah’s here with me, so they can take up their grievances with her. She simply loves hearing that people disapprove of her company.” suggested James. “Please tell Alma that I’m fine.”

Keeping a neutral tone, Adelmar said, “As you say. I look forward to dining with you tomorrow. I asked the chef to prepare something extra special.”

My smile had only broadened with how James handled Adelmar. As foolish as that man was, he wasn’t about to risk Aaliyah’s wrath.

“Ridiculous, isn’t he.” stated Vito, annoyed by the call.

“That family forgot how to have fun ages ago.” agreed Papak, as he easily swept Vito and me into a hug with his enormous arms.

“I assure you, we’ll show you how to have a good time.” I insisted. Having James here was a treat for all of us. We rarely had company, especially company that wasn’t subservient to us. James would obviously speak his mind, backed by a friend no reasonable entity would oppose, but he also showed cunning with how he spoke. Few people learned not to burn bridges at such a young age. Yes, I liked him, and not just because of that magic flowing out from him. I was very interested in seeing how quickly that magic affected those who are not vampires.

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Oddities of life. Chapter 5

Chapter 5.

- You know, sometimes it seems to me that you're an idiot ...- I said, leaning on a chair near the wall of the prison cell, the guardians of the border threw us there. The camera is quite small, but for two will come down. Everything in this cell is made of wood, we are even in the tree. A desk by the window, a chair with a carved back and a single bed, that's all there was. This room even looked more like a guest room, if not for one thing, there are lattices everywhere, albeit wooden ones, but lattices.

- Shut up, huh?- Nadal looked at me askance. Aha, I run and stumble! I got in to prison because of you, and now I still have to be silent, well, no-o-o-o-o.

- ABOUT! Wooden prison, it's so cool! Maybe someone has an axe? I'll cut this piece of wood and I'll get out of here! - with my arms crossed over my chest, I began to swing on a chair.

- Shut it!

- I will not shut up, the opposite reason we are here. And that's what you just got into the head? Maybe you've damaged your sawdust somewhere? No headache? - at the moment I most wanted to stupidly release anger and absolutely anyway who will be the target for this.

- Can you settle or your head will aches, do you understand me? - Nad almost snarled.

But I think it's worth telling how we got here. This happened on the night of the fifth day of our journey. Nadal said it would be easier to drive the border secretly than to comply with all elven laws and listen to the speech according to the rules of conduct on their territory. Miktian with him, for some reason, agreed, and when it was dark, we set off. But as soon as we entered the forest, we were immediately surrounded by about ten elves who pointed their weapons at us. When I looked around from the three of us there were only two, that is me and Nad. Miktian seems to have managed to get out, a nasty, disgusting, nasty demon. In general, in prison we have been sitting all night, we are told that "Lord" will receive us at noon.

- That's it, Nadal, I understood why you did that! You just like it when you're caught, well, you're perverted... -From behind the bars there was a giggle of the guard who had been assigned to watch to ensure that we did not escape.

Maybe it seemed to me, but I heard a soft creaking of teeth, which made me so much fun. I know how to bring people to the brink. Talent will not spend on drink, as they say. This creak was direct balm to the soul. As I sat comfortably in my chair, the door to the cell opened and a tall elf appeared in the opening, dressed in leather armor, a sword of impressive size hung on his belt. In general, there is something to be afraid of ...

- Come, Lord are waiting for you. - said the guard in an orderly tone, and making sure that we both followed him, he walked down the corridor.

Caught in a spacious room, equipped as an office, I was a little nervous. Well, not every day I see the lord of the elves. Not every. In my opinion, he must be a little clunky old man with a long beard, who hardly moves his limbs. I allowed myself to plunge into the world of fantasies and representations of the Lord's image, if only because they left me and Nadal alone in the office. No elves, and even more so the lords was not here. After carefully painting the image of the ruling elf in my head, I began to explore, that is, I began to inspect the room. Spacious room, wooden, no wonder, we are in the tree actually, near the walls stood shelves with books. All the books were beautiful, in their own way decorated and, in principle, not repeatable. But the inscriptions on the books without a hundred grams cannot be disassembled, solid scribbles and wands, nothing familiar except for punctuation, but I doubt that it was they. At the window stood a huge working table, which was littered with all kinds of pieces of paper and scrolls. On one of the walls, not enclosed by a rack, was a coat of arms with a tree, and in the tree it was possible to see the profile, one sign I realized that it was an elf. Sharp ears was a sign. If you switch the view from the tree to the elf profile, the tree crown served as a kind of hair, curly afro-like.

- Like it?

- Yeah ...- I said thoughtfully, until the realization that the voice not belonged to Nadal, that voice belong to someone else. Turning sharply, I saw a man of about thirty-thirty-five. The puffy lips of the man were curved in a sweet smile, and the eyes of an unusual cornflower color seemed to see what I was thinking. Pale skin was in harmony with the color of the eyes and emphasized the reddish of long hair.

- I did not touch anything. - this was the first thing that I shouted, frightened by the sudden appearance of a stranger.

- I know. You can relax, nobody accuses you of anything. Sit down. - the elf pointed to two armchairs facing the cluttered table, he himself walked through the office and sat at the table, folded his arms over his chest. For some reason, I did not like it very much, I immediately feel that you will be scolded like a guilty puppy.

When Nadal and I sat down, the elf began a staring contest with the demon.

- Why do you and your brother never change the strategy of pervasion? Do not you get tired of yourself? - said the red-haired man, looking into Nadal's eyes. I did not understand something, they are familiar or what? Why did they keep us in the cell? Another delude?

- Well, that's all Mike invented, so scold him, not me.- said Nad, shrugging his shoulders.

- Liar ... - I quietly commented on the phrase of the demon. Apparently my comment did not go unnoticed, as the elf chuckled.

- They are two of a kind, young lady. - looking at me with a smile and smiling, said ginger (I still did not know his name).

- What is your name? Just you, probably, the Lord, yes?- I hesitated, looking at the floor.

- Yes, I am the lord of the elves, Axelellon Fi'elu, a longtime friend of Nadal and Miktian. You can call me Axel, I will not mind. By the way, Nad, you'll be useful to look up. - played his eyes playfully, towards the demon, Axelellon. We immediately looked up and saw, hanging from the vines and with the mouth shut, Miktian. My jaw simply fell off. He tried to say something to us, while actively wriggling in the fetters. I looked askance at the red-haired, and then at the laughing Nad. Mda-ah-ah, yet the first place in idiocy is Mike, Nad has a silver medal so far.

- And why are you do this to him? - I asked stared at the related one.

- Do not worry, I did nothing with him, it's just not a good idea to go to a party at night, through the roof. - Axelellon stroked the wall and Miktian with a loud "Uy!" Flopped on the carpet, in the middle of the room.

- Axel, I'm very glad to see you, but I could have managed without these things. - Shaking and straightening his shirt, Mike mumbled.

- I can tell you the same thing. And you could at least warn me that you will arrive.

- You know, these were unforeseen circumstances ... - Miktian scratched his head and went to the chair in which I was sitting.

- Okay, we'll take it that way. And now to business, you have arrived not simply so, I have correctly understood? - the smile disappeared from the elf's face and he became more serious, it even seemed to me that he became more mature.

- All right. We want one of yours to teach "it" archery. - Nadal got involved in the conversation, I looked at the demon with displeasure and with all my might hit his heel with his leg, he howled and glared at me angrily. A malicious smile has come out on my face, now he will know how to call me "it".

- Okay, I'll give her the nasi, but she'll have to stay here. You know that the people of the world are very rare in our world and they are more at risk than the local inhabitants. Therefore, the child remains under the protection of the Great Forest. I know you two, only looking for adventures . - I was not attracted to the prospect of spending my life in the forest, but I wanted to learn how to shoot arrows than to stumble through the cities and beat my ass on a horse. - What's your name, child of the outside world?

- Ariadne, what's so clear that I'm from another world? - bastards, he figured me out!

- Of course, I can see, the more than that I knew that there will be an inimirian in our world and I have to see him ... - Axelellon smiled enigmatically.

- A vision? - asked Miktian and Nadal in chorus, I was almost get deaf, because they were on different sides of me and pretty close.

- Do not shout so, you scare Ariadne. And yes, a vision. - they take care of me, I think with care my life in the forest will not be so boring.

Then I almost did not listen to the conversation, so I moved to a small sofa, standing near the wall. From their chatter, I caught only the fact that the son of Axelellon will study with me, they did not name the name, but it's a pity. Their conversation was long and mostly Fi'elu was wondering where they were, what they were doing, what the brothers had learned. Miktian poisoned various tales of monsters and told anecdotes, Nadal, too, did not lag behind, the brothers are immediately visible. Axelellon joked and joked he is funny, unlike his brothers, telling about the hard and boring life of the ruler. It seems they really know each other for a long time, maybe Fi'elu knows them from birth, it will be necessary to take an interest. Talking, chattering, how much you can talk, stop someone this horror. And just then, at my request, a knock came on the door and a pretty young man of my age appeared in the doorway. His hair was of a silvery color, short-cut, the bangs reached only to the eyebrows, so that the amber-colored eyes were visible. His constitution was lean, but beautiful. He is dressed in a green tunic and black pants, his boots were also black. There were five earrings in the boy's ear. In one of them was a stone of beautiful color, from green it gradually turned into blue. It seems that these earrings mean something, since Nad and Mike also have earrings with a stone, only red.

- Saesa omentien lle. - it seems that the language is elven or some other, in general I do not understand it.

- Elen sila lumen omentilmo. - Turned to the young man Axelellon.

- Masse taedh'morc?

- Amin la ista, ilqua? -Fi'elu looked at the boy a little annoyed.

- Ye, man sina? The silver-haired man looked at me, and then at Axelellon.

- Meet my son Maidre. - lord got up from the table and approached the kid and put arm around his shoulders. - Say hello.

- Greetings. - Maidre bowed his head in respect.

- Look how you've grown! Now you're simply unrecognizable! - Said Miktian admiringly.

- Yeah, before you was just like a little girl. - supported Nad.

- I beg your pardon, but I do not recognize you. - Looking at the demons, the boy switched his attention to me, which make me feel a bit uncomfortable.

- Of course you do not, we were here when you were only four.- Nadal said thoughtfully.

- Mai, these are friends of our family, demons of the genus Luen. They often come to visit us. - explained Axellellon, returning back to the table. - Sit down.

Maidre nodded briefly and sat down on the sofa beside me. My presence did not bother him, but his presence bother me, very much.

- Mai, this young lady - the lord pointed at me - will study with you and live with us. You'll see to it that everything is fine with her, okay?

- Yes, father. She is not from here? - The guy again looked at me appraisingly and switched to his father.

- That's right, Ariadne from an entirely different world.- Fi'elu smiled broadly. -You see, he is all in me, he can even distinguish the inhabitants of our world from others.

- Yeah, well, that's just the color of his hair like that of Amaael ...- Miktian stretched and scratched his head. - By the way, how's she?

- You'll ask her yourself at dinner. Mai, tell servants to prepare three rooms for our guests. Ariadne, if you want, you can be like at home in our castle. - Fi'elu looked at me and Maidre waited expectantly and remained silent until we left the room together.

Already in the corridor, Maidre took a quick step follow the instructions of his father, well, I stomped after him, because I can easily get lost, topographical cretinism, damn it. The corridor was long with many divarication and turns, on the floor lay bright green carpets and on the walls hung lamps, glass elongated flasks, inside which shone something of unnatural origin. Magic most likely. Maybe fireflies are like that. My thoughts were distracted by a voice of Maidre.

- Why are you following me?

- I do not want to get lost, by the way, where can I wash myself ...? And then I do not remember when I washed properly ... - I gave the sweetest smile from my arsenal. It seemed to work, as the elf, after a little standing, waved his hand to follow him and went ahead.

Mai led me to a spacious room, in the middle of which was a swimming pool. For joy, I yelped and dived into the water right in the clothes. Water, warm, clean water. At last! Emerging from the water, I saw the surprised face of Fi'el Jr.

- Thank you! - smiles in all thirty-two teeth acted sobering and coughed Mai went to the counter with different flasks. He took a couple of them and threw them to me into the water.

- Green to wash head, blue everything else. How long will you be here? - Looking at the door, asked the elf.

- Come closer, I'll tell you. - you can not be so trusting, I swear. Especially you can not trust me. As soon as Maidre came closer, I sprinkled him with water from head to foot, which he clearly did not expect from me. I laughed. - Do not be so sour!

- Oh you! Absolutely no shame !? - the elf jumped into the water and swam to my side, well, and I hysterically laughing swam in the opposite direction.

- Children should laugh, at least over themselves! - I threw a smile at Mai, who had almost reached his goal, that was me. In his eyes, a light caught fire, and a smile appeared on his face.

- Come here!

- No! And our proud Varyag does not give up to the enemy! - Slicing already the third circle in the pool, sailing away from Maidre, and hysterically laughing, I got to the bottles of detergent and opened one, I directed it to the approaching elf. - Hands up!

- Your hands are up! - he also had a bottle in his hands, only a blue color, a victorious smile shone on the elf's face. Well, no, we just will not surrender so easily.

About an hour we spent for swimming circles in the pool and splashing water into each other, and became friends. Maidre was a very cheerful guy, a witty natural wonder. I somehow thought that the elves were all boring and calm. Splashing like it should, we crawled out of the "washbasin", so called the bath Mai. Our further journey lay through a long corridor into the room of Fi'elu Jr., where he would bring my things, which were taken away by the guards. The most interesting thing is that we crawled into his room, leaving behind wet paths. On the way, we met a couple of elves, who, seeing us, began to giggle quietly, closing their mouths with the palm of their hand. What, they never saw wet people, or what? Having reached the goal which is the room, Mai changed into a dressing room and went after my things, leaving me to myself. Walking around the room, I noticed a huge window with lilac curtains, the view from the window was gorgeous. A small clearing with a pond, was directly under the window, a little further there were flowerbeds with flowers of different colors. All this beauty was fenced off by thin trees, like birches. But we will not be distracted from the room, the bed occupied most of the room, the right led to another door, as I understood there was a wardrobe, and to the left there was another door, looking into it, I found an office, a room with a large table, on the walls hung bows and different lengths of the blade, on the floor was a round and shaggy purple carpet. Maidre came when I twisted in the hands the blade , taken off the wall.

- Give it back, you'll get hurt again. I put your things on the bed. - Said the elf, picking up the blade and hanging it in place. - Change clothes and go into the hall, everything is already there.

- I do not want to eat. - my phrase was accompanied by a loud rumbling of the belly.

- I believe, now change your clothes and go.

The dinner passed without incident, I was introduced to Amaael, wife of Axelellon, with their ten-year-old daughters Nelva and Ikkiel, they are twins. Two small dolls with fiery red hair and cornflower-blue eyes. I'm crying, why are we all so ugly in our world? It's not fair. For dinner, there was something like a fish-chicken with a variety of salads and herbal tincture. At lunch, as in Axelellon's office, Miktian and Nadal chatted, Amaael only smiled sweetly and asked about the family of Luen. "How is your mother?" And so on. But the evening was more than full. Throughout the castle everyone heared my cries of "Rascals, Cheaters!" And the laughter of everyone else, Nad, Mike and Mai played cards. Here, it turns out, there is a card game "Sly keeper", it is very similar to a cross between a fool and a trunk. The essence of the game was that you need to collect as many cards as possible and then you can go under anyone, one such trunk of five cards, you can beat only three kinds of cards, all the others do not fit. If you get cards that you can not beat, then you take them. The one who has all the cards is losing.

- Hand out the new one! - I did not let up.

- You already have thirteen desires, can you calm down? - Nadal looked at me expectantly.

- Fools are lucky, give it away! - my phrase caused a storm of laughter from the demons and giggles from the elf.

In general, no luck fools.

- Rogues! You cheated! The cards are bewitched! You do not know how to distribute cards! - angrily jumping on the bed I screamed offended by the defeat.

- Be able to lose. - Shrugged Miktian. I thought you were on my side, traitor! War! One pillow flew to Miktian, but got to Mai. Next flew to Nadal and reached the goal. So the pillow battle began . Here I have no equal. Pillows flew around the room, in the middle of the room hung a glowing ball. According to our agreement "Who will catch the ball, he will decide who fulfills all twenty desires," yes-yes exactly twenty, I'm a real loser in all senses of this word, and of course I did not want to lose, again. The war ended in the middle of the night, the complete and unconditional victory of the human-elves, Mai and I seized the ball at the same time and none of us intended to let him go. Miktian will not be lucky tomorrow, oh, no luck.

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Congratulations Maggie, you have been accepted for the role of Desdemona James! Your elaborations on Mona’s home life and the factors leading up to the biggest secret she has to conceal to date as well as how said secret still impacts her today even being touched upon in your choice of connections (as well as your playlist) was, in my opinion, simply marvellous! Mona was a character I wasn’t sure about keeping after this round of acceptance but you have made leaving her up for grabs worthwhile. I hope to see the two of you on the dash soon! Please send in your account with 24 hours and have a look at the checklist before you do!

REGARDING YOURSELF

Name / Age / Pronouns: Maggie, 21, she/her

Activity: It’s summer time for me, however I just got a new dog that I will be training daily. Then come fall, school will begin again, so I’m expecting my activity to be about a 7-8.

Additional: I really like the concept for this RP, and it’s beautifully done, too. Let me know if there’s anything else you’d like to see from this application!

REGARDING THE STAR OF YOUR SHOW

Character name and faceclaim: Desdemona James portrayed by Brie Larson

CHARACTER DISSECTION

TW: child abuse, violence

Lullabies, love, the smell of lavender. These are things Mona thinks good childhoods are made of. There was a little period of her own that felt like that. Her big brother, Damen, made her early years joyous. He’d play hide and seek with her, cover her ears when their parents, Ariadne and Bill, were fighting. Cover her eyes if they couldn’t escape the room in time. Nothing hurt so bad to see when she knew her big brother was there to protect her. Time goes on and children grow into targets. Hand shaped bruises were for mother to hide, not children. Not for awhile. But things can only get worse when you live with a forest fire for a father and a bundle of twigs for a mother. Mona had two escapes: time with Damen and ballet.

Just because things were often tense at home doesn’t mean Mommy and Daddy didn’t want the best for their children. Damen was put in only the finest music programs to cultivate his gift for piano, and in turn, Mona was placed in the most prestigious of ballet schools in the area. Time together between siblings was often spent dancing and playing the keys together. Damen would try to get Mona’s little hands to reach all the keys for a chord and Mona would try to teach Damen to plié. They brought comfort to each other in times of trouble - and it seemed as though times were often of trouble.

Damen, being five years Mona’s senior, began to get out of the house as a teenager, leaving Mona to herself. With Damen around less, more attention was directed at Mona at home - and attention she did not want. Her father was hateful, possessive, and often showed Mona that she belonged to no one but him. She made friends here and there in school, but eventually became withdrawn. She used to confide in friends at sleepover what kind of a maniac her father could be, what kind of blithering and oblivious drunk her mother was. Some friends even told their own parents out of concern. Nothing ever came of it. If there was one thing you could say about the rich, it’s that “family affairs” were kept within the family. And what good were friends when they added no chances for survival? As Mona grew up, watching her brother moreso from a distance, she threw herself deeper into ballet. Damen was no longer a confidant and a protector, but rather a warm memory and occasional reprieve. Friendships were replaced with alliances. “If we push each other, one of us might get the part.” She would go straight to ballet practice after school, complete her homework there, and not come home until she was certain that dinner was ready. Then, she’d try her best to go unnoticed until bed time. Sometimes Bill was occupied with other things, and other times he was firmly focused on making Mona’s life hell.

Life, while often hard, was not as bad as it could have been. That’s what Mona always reminded herself of. She had food, clothes, a brother who loved her even if her parents didn’t seem to, and most importantly, a passion.

Things changed in the time it takes to pick up a knife.

It was Christmas time. Damen was home for the holidays. Mona’s mother was somewhere in the house, sloshing around and weeping over one thing or another, as usual. Mona, for once, had gone out to socialize. A tiny crush on a peer from her ballet class had inspired her to go to a party out on a yacht. Yes, Mona came home late. No, she hadn’t been drinking. She reeked of other people’s cigarettes, and someone had spilled a glass of very expensive champagne all over her beautiful new tennis skirt. No parent would have believed she hadn’t been up to no good. Not many parents would react in the way that Bill James did, though. He tried to corner Mona, screaming accusations about her behavior and her virtue. Years of practice allowed for her to escape from him several times. She ran into the kitchen, simply because it was the closest room connected to the hall that led to her bedroom. But fingers ripping into her scalp, that familiar pull as she was yanked back and off her feet stopped her short. There was a struggle. A counter’s corner dug deep into her gut and a blade glimmered before her in the dim light from the moon in the window. It didn’t take a thought. Mona remembers the pain in her gut from the counter - then the look of horror on Damen’s face and his mouth moving around the words, “What have you done?”

Ambulances, police vehicles, handcuffs. It’s all a blur, especially after eight years. Mona doesn’t talk about it. What is there to say? Bill wasn’t even out of the hospital before Mona had spent all of her money from birthdays and christmases to find a home out of the country. They decided not to press charges, brush this under the rug just like every other painful and violent event that had happened in that house. The James family has enough money to pay off any and every individual who knows how or why Desdemona James stabbed her own father that night.

At sixteen years old, she left her parents behind in America as soon as she could, and with them, Damen. It was painful, but the rift that grew between them after that night was worse than the pain of leaving. He never understood her decision, because he had never seen the way their father had turned on her as they grew older. At least Mona can blame the physical distance between them for their estranged existences.

Now, in another country, Mona’s life is all too similar to those days she spent alone with her ballet. Only now, without the attacks from her father and with the sting of repressed memories and a bitterness over the childhood she wishes she’d had. Performance is still Mona’s strongest skill. One hones these abilities when living a life full of deep, dark secrets. Ballet keeps Mona busy and satisfied enough. Still, the weight of Mona’s past bears heavily on her shoulders. Regret colors her thoughts, only in ways that she can never admit. It’s one thing to regret stabbing your father - but it’s another entirely when your only wish is that you’d managed to kill him.

CONNECTING THE DOTS

Aliona Chernova:

Company is something Mona tolerates, rather than actively enjoys. If anyone described her, they wouldn’t exactly say “sociable” or “friendly.” Still, the time spent with Aliona is time that Mona cherishes, in her own way. Moments behind the building, staring at the dumpsters like mirrors, a chain of cigarettes between lips. Why is it that, although Mona is never baring her soul to Aliona, she feels so understood? Nothing bonds two people quite like sneaked cigarettes and misanthropy, she supposes. There’s a chaos in Aliona’s heart that feeds Mona’s desire to know she isn’t the only one silently suffocating under the pressures of both past and present. There is no pressure here to be quiet about the things Mona hates. Aliona does not pity Mona or wish to figure out what’s hurting her, making her so resigned within her own pain. Instead, the two can smile wryly in the face of dysfunction and say, “I know, right? Me too.” Aliona is an experience that Mona isn’t exactly attached to, but definitely doesn’t mind having.

Robert Brinkley:

Nothing makes Mona’s skin crawl like cops and older men. Her past always seems to be pushed to the forefront of her mind when Chief Inspector Brinkley comes sniffing around. It’s truly tragic what happened to Katerina, let’s be clear, but if it were up to Mona? She’d have nothing to with this investigation, solely because it’s bad for her heart. Chest-thumping, stomach churning anxiety eats at Mona when any older male cops start snooping around, and Chief Inspector Brinkley is no exception. His peering eyes, his pressing questions. You’d think Mona was guilty, she gets so nervous. That makes all of this worse. If anyone was going to look like someone who could murder Katerina Santos, it’d be the girl who tried to kill her father. Let’s just say Mona avoids Robert Brinkley whenever she can.

REGARDING YOUR INSPIRATION

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