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oncetherewasaprincessfromsparta · 2 years

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The Story of Icarus

The Burning Price of Freedom

When I was born,

Freedom was not something I tasted.

Infact, I envied

All that let it go wasted.

I never grew up,

Running from chores;

No.

I ran from roars.

A man half bull.

A beast left starved.

The three of us trapped,

In the maze my father carved.

I was never smart.

I left that to my father.

I only helped,

when he started to stagger.

Sometimes I’d look,

into the sky,

And I’d wonder,

Why?

Why did I have to live this punishment?

Why did I have to die down here?

Why did I have to be a part of such a cruel world?

And then we decided,

We would leave.

And when we did,

We would be freed.

So my father thought,

and he schemed.

And some days we worked so hard,

That we couldn’t hear the screams,

Of the fourteen tributes.

Seven woman, seven men,

Who were brought from Athens,

To their end.

And then,

We started to plan.

We would build wings,

To hold a man.

One whole year,

We worked and we welded,

Until we had golden wings,

That with wax they melded,

Fast to our backs.

‘Not too high or too low’,

Father warned.

‘For you’ll plummet below’

‘Of course father,

I know’.

But when we took flight,

I was not prepared,

For the freedom,

That I felt flared.

I was soaring

in the very sky,

That i used to

look up to and cry.

Father had this feeling,

Bound tight.

For unlike me,

He once knew the feeling of flight.

So I laughed,

and I sung,

As I flew higher,

Towards the sun.

“Icarus no!”

My father tried,

But his voice was lost,

By the wind and the ride.

So I flew higher,

For I've never felt more free.

It was enough to get drunk,

Enough to not see.

But I didn’t care,

I wanted to touch my sun.

Feel his embrace,

Where I had none.

Alas,

I never got there,

My wax melted,

And then started to tear.

And so I fell,

But it wasn’t sad,

I wanted freedom,

That’s not so bad.

And as the sea took me,

Into it’s icy embrace,

I smiled where no one,

Could ever give chase.

And so I smiled at Charon,

And handed him my gold,

And i went through Hades’ gates,

To a future untold.

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 6 months

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AA NOT TRYING TO BOTHER OR PRESSURE BUT HERES A REQUEST HIHIHGIGI

What about Ben, Toby, Masky and Jeff with an S/O who has a magical singing voice (like, yk can manipulate people into their own will by singing, spawn things out of thin air and heal- LITERALLY DO ANYTHING WITH SINGING.) (+ points if she's the daughter of Melpomene and is kind of popular on the internet for singing xoxo) (yes this is inspired by ado)‼️‼️‼️

ONLY DO THIS IF UR WILLING TO‼️‼️😓😓😓 -gumi

Don't worry you aren't bothering me! Writing your requests is what im here for!

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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BEN

He loves to listen to you sing, but he will not ask for it

Like, if you sing around him, cool beans

If you don't, he wont be upset

He always finds himself becoming intranced by your voice

He will pause his game and just sit and listen to your beautiful voice

He absolutely gets you to do things for him

"Babe, you know how you love me sooooo much?"

"What do you want, ben"

"Can you pretty please manipulate Tim into getting me a monster at the gas station when he goes"

"*biiiiig sigh*"

There is some limitation to your power though

Which he was really dissapointed with

"What do you mean you can't make slender give me a raise??"

"Baby, he's a literal elderitch being beyond most mortal's imagination"

"AND???"

"He's also my boss and i don't wanna get fired for trying"

When it comes to you being famous on the internet, he is all for it

His ultimate fantasy is to date an internet idol of some sort

He'd be lying if he said he didnt wish he had a catgirl girlfriend 💀

Being very famous in the underworld himself, it's kind of a hassle for both of you

Constant breaches of your privacy, paparazzi trying to get the inside scoop on your relationship, etc

However, he looooves showing you physical affection on the internet

Expect him to interact with you on socials, be extra touchy on lives, etc

Toby

He is the only one on this list that will shamelessly ask for you to sing to him

Sometimes he'll just sit on either your or his bed, laying on his stomach and kicking his feet behind him as he listens to you sing

He will often ask you to sing him to sleep

Especially if he's had a rough day

It helps ground him

He loves being all cozy, cocooned in a big blanket, snuggled into the crook of your neck, you rubbing his head and singing to him softly

Sometimes he'll mumble sleepily about how much he loves you, and how good you are to him

He doesn't really take advantages of your powers like the others

Only if necassary

"Hey dookie head, can you get my phone back from tim? He took it from me since it's my bedtime :(" (/hj situation)

"Fart face, can you get my raccoons these cute little outfits? Im so broke right now, please please please??"

Like i said, only when necessary

He loves to dance with you also

If he walks in on you singing to yourself, he will come up behind you and sway you side to side

Eventually it will evolve into a full dancing episode

After, you will both collapse onto the floor, sharing small kisses and heavy breaths

You being famous doesn't really affect him

He's fine with you doing your own thing, and he's gonna do his

He doesn't mind the paparazzi, because no matter what they catch him doing, he will always remain a feral rat child at heart <3

Yeah, the paparazzi's kinda scared of him 💀

Masky

He loves when you sing but wont admit it

He's always silently begging for you to sing, but he will never ask for it

Whenever you do sing, he makes sure to tell you how pretty your voice is and how much he loves whatever song you're singing

He's so hooked on your voice

Sometimes when he's all worked up, he just needs to sit out on his balcony, smoke, and listen to you hum while you dance to an imaginary song

God, he loves your dancing

He could watch all day

He never really asks for you to use your powers for anything

Like, i can only see him maaaybe using it to get other creeps to leave him alone

But that would be very rare

The way he sees it, your powers are mostly used on him

Hypnotizing him in such a way, with your soft voice and flowy dancing

He'd honestly jump off a cliff if you asked in this state

When it comes to you being famous on the internet, he doesn't really like it

He likes it for you! Just not for him

He's already got cameras up his ass 24/7, and he doesn't want eyes on your relationship at all times

You deserve privacy!

So don't expect him to be too affectionate when youre on camera or on social media

He's very physically affectionate in private

He just doesn't want unnecessary eyes on him is all

Jeff

He loves hearing you sing, but will never ask for it directly

You two have a code word for when he needs to hear your voice

"Pony" is the word

Whenever hes feeling upset, angry, or if he's in some sort of episode, he'll drag you off to your bed and whisper "pony" in your ear

Usually, he likes to be the "dominant" one in physical intamcy, but in times like these, he needs to be the one being held

He likes snuggling into the crook of your neck, kissing you here and there

He also likes to lay on your chest and smell your clothes

Like BEN, he asks you to use your powers for his own selfish needs

Food, money, etc

You being famous gets him really excited

Him also being pretty famous makes it even better

He loves showing you off, being really touchy with you, expressing to people that you're his and he's yours, etc

It really gives this little PDA demon a kick

When i say he loves PDA, i mean it

He'll always be kissing you, make a show of caressing you and groping you, calling you sweet names

All of it

If you were uncomfortable with that though, he'd understand

He'd still manage to let people know who you belong to with other methods though

Such as calling you pet names, being extra nice around you, yadda yadda

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kaylinalexanderbooks · 15 days

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Five things I like about writing

Thanks @winterandwords for the tag!

Rules: share five things you love about writing!

Uncovering the mysteries of who my OCs are and what the stories are about. Although I lean more towards being a planner, it's mainly for larger stuff. As I get closer and closer to understanding my story, I love it when it takes a new direction or I figure out a new detail!

Revising. It's my favorite part of the writing process. I do enjoy drafting, but the act of making something better is so satisfying. Every time I change a word or a small phrase I feel so much better!

People are reading TSP! I love getting feedback because people are engaging with my story and helping me make it better! It helps me learn what I'm doing right and what needs work. And helps with #1-2 and oftentimes a new perspective helps uncover my story and helps revise.

My OCs. God I love them so so so much!!! Tying into #1, I love learning more about them! But mostly, it's just them! I've worked hard to make them distinct, and it's paying off! Every time I add something new to benefit their character, I love them even more!

The community I've formed here. I love the little comments I get from everyone, and I love when I get asks that make me think really hard about TSP. I've figured out many obvious things as I've answered. Sometimes I get a question I never thought of and I have to make something up on the spot, and I end up doing work I never knew I needed to do! Which also ties into #1.

Tagging @gracehosborn @illarian-rambling @mk-writes-stuff @little-peril-stories @buffythevampirelover @eccaiia @badluck990 @elsie-writes @mysticstarlightduck @sarahlizziewrites @cowboybrunch @melpomene-grey @drchenquill @sleepywriter00 @awritingcaitlin @rjcopeseethemald @leahnardo-da-veggie @i-can-even-burn-salad + anyone else who wants to hop on!

#five things i like about writing #writing tag game #writing positivity #writers on tumblr #writing community #writers of tumblr #writing on tumblr #writeblr #writeblr community

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theeccentricraven · 9 days

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Five things I like about writing

Thank you @kaylinalexanderbooks for the tag!

Rules: Title says it all 💜

I love to follow in the footsteps of my favorite authors. I've read so many good books in my life. I admire how authors put a lot of hard work and effort into the writing. I love how their stories impacted me. I want to do the same.

I love making my quirky ideas come to life. My mind is constantly brewing ideas. What if this? What if that? How about this? How about that? My mind is storming with so many ideas, I need to get them down. I love seeing those ideas on paper.

I love expressing emotions and pain. I've gone through a lot of pain in my life. My characters go through painful experiences as I did. I like to get deep into their emotions. It helps me heal and persevere.

I like to come up with imaginative settings. I've created worlds after thinking, "I've seen some cool worlds in other fantasy and sci-fi, but I haven't seen this yet." I create places that I would love to visit. I often create places I wish were real. Even when writing in our contemporary world, I like to find ways to use the setting. I like to imagine amazing events happening in ordinary places. The setting is like a character.

I like doing a project that's worth doing. Even if I write 300,000 words of trash, it's still worth it. I've made something. I've accomplished something. I'm a creator holding my creation. I am spending my time on something that requires a lot of brains, perspiration, and determination. I am keeping the craft of writing alive in our generation. I inspire myself. I hope to inspire others.

Tagging (No Pressure): @selenekallanwriter @americanfemcel @melpomene-grey @talesofsorrowandofruin @faeriecinna @tildeathiwillwrite @ad-wills and anyone who wants to join!

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illarian-rambling · 15 days

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Thanks for the tag @elsie-writes!

Find the Word Tag

My words: dog, water, gorgeous, hat

Your words: festival, brown, paint, drag

I'll pull from End Times (HO book 3) cause why not

"My name is Izjik Meautammera and I'm not at all wanted by the wealthy Devaris family of Unity. They won't give you money for my safe and unconscious return-"

Watch it, End whispered. Izjik’s breathing hitched as she felt that awful, out-of-body experience return for a fraction of a second.

"-What I am," the woman continued shakily, "is End's avatar. It speaks to me, it controls my actions when it wishes. I have killed spirits and Chosen under its command. Immortality shatters beneath the stone of my washava. I have come here to ask for your help in our ultimate endeavor: destroying the gods and all life on this planet. You, your kid, your dog - it'll all be dead and gone. So, uh, who's with me?"

There was a beat of quiet, which soon stretched far past shock and into incredulous territory. Izjik began to sweat under the gathered stares. Her stomach took the opportunities to growl loudly in the tense silence.

Oh, why did we ever decide to trust you with this, End huffed.

The combination of blood, water, and some unidentifiable powder Bi'em had added bubbled and spat when it came into contact with the forge-bright metal. Twenari fought not to wince as it landed on her hands like hot oil flying from the fry pan.

On the other side of the table stood Sepo and Bi'em. The robot wore a similar pair of coveralls as Twenari, with tight bindings around the cuffs. Traversing a mountainside was one thing, but apparently, the gritty heart of the Araunian desert was a little more trying on someone with exposed metal joints. For his part, Sepo had managed to find a wide-brimmed hat and a pair of glasses with lenses of smokey quartz. Twenari was glad; she remembered how miserable he'd been in the incessant sunlight last time they'd been.

I'll tag @kaylinalexanderbooks @drchenquill @melpomene-grey @tildeathiwillwrite and open tag :)

#writing #writerscommunity #writblr #my ocs #find the word tag

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auxiliarydetective · 2 months

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Sweeter Than Sugar and Twice As Sharp

Behold! The ultimate cutie of this blog! It's Lily!

Bases by Destinys-Heart and ShinanaPixelBases on DeviantArt

Detailed breakdown and separate baby and kid forms under the cut!

As per usual, we'll be going top to bottom!

The ears. Lily is a fennec fox and fennec foxes have big ears, but baby fennec foxes especially are 90% ears, so the same is true for baby Lily.

Generally, I based Lily's fur colors off of real fennec foxes. Their tails are surprisingly dark!

Have you ever seen fennec fox teeth? They're tiny and razor-sharp. I settled for giving Lily only the canines, in true cute anime fashion. Still, those things cause serious ouchies. You do not wanna be bitten by them.

Funny story about that necklace: I simply didn't like that there was so much dead space in kid Lily's collarbone area, so I decided to add a necklace, but I didn't know what kind of necklace. So, I looked through my gallery and found screenshots from the garden of Kaya's mansion. One of those screenshots showed the pond with the gigantic lily pads - and water lilies! A pun? Perfect! Thus, Lily got a water lily necklace, and I will turn this into a plot point in a future fic because I have something very sweet for it in mind <3

The necklace was originally meant to resemble rose gold, but I'm not sure if I want it to be actual rose gold yet since that would be expensive. We'll see...

Ah yes, the dress. The bane of my existence. I found it on Pinterest and decided that Lily just HAD to wear it. And so, I spent hours drawing and coloring it :) - But I think it turned out really cute!

Lily is a ballerina, in case you didn't know, so she gets the typical tights, leg warmers and shoes. She would actually be in the correct age range to be starting to dance en pointe! Also, her being a ballerina just makes sense to me? She needs a little hobby and ballet just seemed perfect. One day, I'll write some cute scenes of her asking Sanji to help her train...

No shoes on baby Lily both because I did NOT wanna draw those again and also because a five year old should NOT be dancing en pointe. Their poor baby toes and legs and... entire bodies, really. So, she's barefoot like a true kindergartener on permanent summer vacation

▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄✼▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Taglist: @starcrossedjedis @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene @supermarine-silvally - let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!

#one piece #one piece oc #oc: felicity #fyeahonepieceocs #artsy

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oneirataxia-girl · 7 months

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oc halloween challenge 2023 ⇝ day three

Born In The Wrong Century ft. Solita Solomons

When Solita recieves a letter praising her rhapsody published under a pseudonym, she couldn't wait to share the news with her family. Sadly, Solita's father remained firm in his stance, even going so far as to declare his intentions to stop his daughter from sharing more of her work. Furious and upset, a red-eyed Solita can't help but wonder what would happen if she was born in a time when none would bat an eye at a woman writing music. So when a mysterious carriage appears out of nowhere moments later she made her wish, Solita feels like there is only one way to find out the answer to her question for sure. In 2023, Solita is faced with the upturned noses of studios as she goes from company to company, offering samples of her pieces -- not songs, why doesn't anyone understand that? -- and getting the same answer every time: this isn't the olden times, it won't sell. It seemed as if there would never be a place for her in the music world, but Solita Solomons is nothing but resourceful...

gonna be honest, i had the coloring file in my computer and i can't find where i got it from anymore, but the coloring psd is called dust and light, if anyone wants to know

the enabler's call: @arrthurpendragon @hiya-itsamber @carmens-garden @shrinkthisviolet @darth-caillic @daughter-of-melpomene-- want to be added? shoot me an ask!!

#hmm... i kinda like this layout #should i keep it for story intros?#oc: solita solomons #fic: unending pieces #alvita's edits #ohc2023 #ocappreciation #ocapp #fyeahocsofcolor #pococs #ochub

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promiscuouspomegranate · 7 months

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Illicit Ivories

TWs: Stalking, Manipulation, Carnell is condescending, bullying (sort of), forced kissing, and angst (kinda).

(There is so much tension between you two, and you are CRUSHING!.!.! This is softer, but if there was a part two.. you’d see 💀 Enemies to lovers enjoyers come feast !! Yet again, another sleepy write pasted from notes.)

Each callus on my hand faintly whispered a story of my musical past, from begging my parents to buy me a violin in 4th grade to my first piano solo in middle school and restless evenings rigidly practicing sonatas for Macherów’s entrance exams. Every little chipped fingernail, bloody finger, and tear shed was all I could offer to such a grand university. Yet–although I am not entirely loyal to any god–I found divine intervention, and an accidental performance with a professor allowed me into the school of my wildest dreams.

The campus was nothing to write home about, but it was the prestige and education that set Macherów apart. Many of the contemporaries graduated from Macherów–except for a select few who decided to dabble in the University of the Muses would help them excel. Yet, I firmly believed that only the world's elite musicians came from Macherów. Those who failed to get in were better off playing piano for an elementary choir recital or tuning instruments in a music shop.

I gripped my sticker-covered violin case and headed toward an empty practice room. For, I believe I finally found my Melpomene to my Thalia. Carnell was an ostentatious, melodramatic, and horrendously talented musician I despised more than any mediocre musical performance. He relished competing with me in every aspect of music and boasted whenever he bested me.

The professors must have been severely intoxicated or praying for my unraveling–perhaps a bit of both–when they announced a graded concert. I remember hearing people gossip and whisper amongst themselves when I saw two names written in bold.

“Carnell and Y / N – An original duet composed by both.”

“Fucking Cosend must’ve been behind this,” I mumbled and pulled out ink-stained, crumpled sheets of paper, “He’s a madman, but fuck.. he knows how to arrange a good performance.”

I heard the door open and rolled my eyes as Carnell entered, his glasses at the tip of his nose, his long, black hair pulled back with a blue ribbon, and his pristine clothes tightly fitting his scrawny body.

“Wait.. fuck no. No! Y / N, he is not fucking attractive,” I thought and glared daggers at Carnell.

“I hope you intend on putting more effort into your appearances as well as your playing,” He advanced to the piano and smirked at me, “Have you tuned your instrument yet?”

“I’d worry about your piano playing; try not to hit the C sharp key so much this time,” I took my violin out of its case and began to warm up. I slightly blushed when I realized it was out of tune, “Don’t you dare fucking say anything.”

“I knew you wouldn’t take things seriously, as per usual,” He hummed to himself and took out the composition he worked on, “Now, you need to start with an E. Do you need assistance finding the right fingering?”

“I will fucking kill you with my bow,” I grumbled and positioned my fingers, “I hate you.”

“Oh, but I thought I was the miserable wretch? You are quite amusing, Y / N, full of contradictions and lacking in musical proficiency,” He laughed the way he usually did and smiled his stupid smile. His laugh always came from his stomach but sounded elegant despite its volume.

His smile was always mischievous at first as if he knew something you would never understand. Then, he showed his teeth, and his nose slightly crinkled. It softens his rigid, upper-class ego and looks. It made him look friendly and…

“You played the wrong note again,” He chimed, and I snapped back to reality.

“Whatever,” I muttered and resumed playing.

•

I took a spoonful of fruit as my friend knowingly smirked at me.

“You love Carnell; you’re so in love,” They loudly teased, “At the end of the duet, you should confess your passionate, animalistic desires to your lover!”

“S– Fuck off! Don’t talk so loud,” I blushed and covered their mouth, “Fuck you so much.

“Not as much as you want to fuck Carnell. I wonder what he’d say if I told him that in class today,” They grinned and gasped, “What if I told Carnell for you?”

“Shut the fuck up,” I loudly whispered and glared at them, “Stop talking about Carnell, I don’t like him.”

They burst out into uncontrollable laughter, and I felt my face burning.

“Oh shit, he’s right there,” They froze and pointed behind me.

I jumped and turned around, seeing nobody there. My friend started laughing again, and I splashed my water at them.

“The way you jumped! You sprang out of your seat,” They fluttered their eyelashes and spoke in a high-pitched voice, “Oh, is that my dearest Carnell waiting for me? How I wish to kiss his chapped lips and play with his ugly hair!”

“His hair is not ugly,” I scoffed, “You should focus on Lila’s horrible outfit choices.”

“Lila dresses like a sexy librarian, okay? She wants me so bad,” They groaned and slammed their hand on the dining hall table, prompting some people to look at us.

“But.. does Carnell talk about me in class? Seriously, don’t tease me, or I’m telling Lila that you’re not interested,” I pleaded, “I will finish the rest of your theory work, please!”

“You are so desperate,” They smiled and leaned in, “But.. I might have heard that he got caught practicing a song with your name on it.”

“You’re fucking with me,” my jaw dropped, and I giggled, “No, you’re actually fucking with me.”

“It was so Carnell worded too,” They took a bite of their all-melon fruit salad, “To my dearest Y / N, or some corny shit like that. Anyway, let me know when you two make out during practice. I might’ve pressed my ear against the door once or twice, and oh my gosh… You wear your heart on your sleeve. Don’t worry, he does too. Normally, he’s an asshole to everyone.”

“I’m going to kiss him today,” I stood up and gathered my belongings, “I know I’ve said that a thousand times, but I’m going to do it.”

“Well, good luck with that,” My friend hugged me and dreamily sighed, “I wonder if Lila needs someone to massage her back after carrying your entire class.”

I rolled my eyes and hugged them back before going to the practice room. I was incredibly excited to work with Carnell; I felt my heart pounding as I reached the door.

“Carnell, do you like Y / N? C’mon, just tell us, dude,” I heard an unfamiliar voice say as I listened in on the conversation, “There’s a rumor going around you wrote a song about them.”

“Oh, you honestly believe I would dedicate one of my songs to someone so vulgar and disorganized? Please,” Carnell scoffed, and I could picture his eyebrows furrowing, “I would rather dedicate a song to bile than write a measure in her name. She’s a terrible musician; you haven’t had the displeasure of working alongside her. Her head is always in the clouds, which is probably why she’s so breathless and air-headed whenever we rehearse.”

I felt my heart sting as he continued.

“I look forward to the end of this concert so I can get back to focusing on real music,” Carnell sighed, “Her saccharine, sappy, and utterly abysmal compositions make me want to cut my fingers off and never play any instrument again.”

“Damn, that’s harsh,” The voice laughed, “You suck.”

I heard footsteps approaching and hid inside a different room. I waited until the person was gone and went into our practice room.

“You’re late, Y / N. Right when I assumed you were beginning to take our practices seriously,” He playfully teased.

“Sorry, I guess I’m too much of a fucking airhead to remember anything,” I felt my emotions get the better of me as I clenched my case, “Maybe if I weren’t so stupid, I’d do a better job composing.”

I could see Carnell was taken aback and dropped my case on the ground.

“You know, Carnell, I actually really fucking liked hanging out with you. I thought our dynamic was fun,” I felt hurtful tears trickle down my face, “You– Carnell, I can’t believe you’d say that shit about me. I.. I liked you in a stupid, high school crush way. I was going to buy you fucking fresh-cut roses for the concert and shove them into your hands.”

“Y / N, I–”

“No, fuck you. I don’t want this duet to happen. I’m going to Cosend and telling him I quit,” I stormed out of the room and slammed the door shut behind me.

I felt myself crying as people whispered and pointed. I pulled out my phone and called my friend.

“Pick up,” I muttered and shoved it into my bag when they didn’t answer, “Damn it, they’re probably too busy fucking harassing Lila.”

I stormed off to the school gardens and took a secret path my friend showed me. I sat under a massive oak tree, pulled out a sheet of music titled “To Carnell,” and began to tear it into pieces. I cried and felt an irrational hurt in my heart.

“Fucking prick,” I wiped my eyes with my sleeves and took a deep breath, “I’m never talking to him again.”

I heard frantic footsteps and poked my head up. I caught a glimpse of a navy blue vest and immediately knew it was Carnell. I gathered the torn-up paper and stumbled to my feet. He panted as he stood before me, gripping a bunch of papers.

“What do you fucking want,” I croaked and mentally cursed myself for sounding so pathetic.

“Y / N, please, listen to me,” He took a deep breath, and I noted that he seemed slightly manic, “There’s a confession I have yearned to tell you ever since freshman year.”

“That you despise me and think I’m stupid,” I mumbled and tried not to cry again, “I got the message.”

I looked at his face and felt shocked when I saw how wide his eyes were. I stepped back and felt like something was terribly wrong with him.

“Oh my word,” He laughed, not as he usually did, but breathlessly and erratically, “This feels so unreal. I can barely believe that you reciprocated my feelings. Obviously not to the intensity I have, but still, you love me.”

He shoved the papers in my hands, and I looked through them. They were dated back to freshman year and were all dedicated to me. The content varied from musical compositions, dramatic sonnets, and poetry to ink-stained confessions with details that sent shivers down my spine.

“You are my muse,” He took a step closer, “When I laid eyes on you for the first time, I thought that the heavens were deceiving me. How could someone so perfect be at this university? When I heard you play for the first time, I had to excuse myself from the classroom. I bit my lip so hard it started to bleed. The crimson red reminded me of your favorite pen–the one you still use despite it being taped.”

He grabbed my arm, and I saw an eerie smile creep over his paling face.

“Your conversation with your friend at lunch today, I overheard it,” He leaned in closer, “You confessed you wanted to kiss me. Well, let me confess something as well: ever since I’ve laid eyes on you, I’ve thought of ravishing your body.”

“Carnell, please stop,” I mumbled and tried to pull away, “You’re freaking me out.”

He feverishly placed a kiss on my lips, and I felt my eyes widen. He quickly pulled away and whispered words of excitement.

“Hah! This– You are so much better than I ever dreamed of, my beloved,” He tightly embraced me, and I could hear him smelling my skin, “I-I need more of you. We need to finish our duet, dear.”

#yandere #yandere writing #yandere character #yandere oc #yandere male #dark romance #☆–Carnell

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avatarskywalker78 · 13 days

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What parts of Steph’s story are you most excited to write?

Her official debut as Shieldmaiden for one - 1x05 is when she starts getting involved in things when she ends up getting to and helping Bette before Team Flash does and this kickstarts her deciding to step up as Shieldmaiden because clearly the Meta Outreach Project isn't going to be enough to protect metahumans from people like Eiling or Wells (Bette survives this episode but Wells still tries to manipulate her, and Steph being friends with Firestorm means she knows exactly how far Eiling specificually will go - just because he's [REDACTED] by the end of the episode doesn't mean he'll leave forever and she knows that), and 1x06 is where she first directly confronts a metahuman to protect someone, and, unknowingly, saves his life by advocating for him to be put in the Meta Wing of Iron Heights, and she quickly becomes a name people know and trust, especially among the metahumans (much more so than the Flash, it turns out, much to Barry's chagrin and Hartley's amusement)

But also the investigation into Wells is really making me excited - Ralph is the one tracking down former employees, but Steph, Eddie, and Hartley are on the frontlines, as it were, trying to find out what they can while not arousing suspicion, and also trying to get Barry Allen away from him. Iris is going to get looped into this eventually so that's gonna light a fire under things, and the way 1x11 goes in this 'verse (because that's when Part 2 is gonna end) is gonna be really interesting, though it also raises the stakes significantly.

And Part 3, where Team Flash is on board MUCH much sooner!!!

talk shop tuesday

@vexic929 @negative-speedforce @daughter-of-melpomene

#answering my asks #thanks for asking!#oc: steph taylor #wip: love you're not alone (because i'm gonna stand by you)#the flash

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a-d-nox · 2 years

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Can you tell me about Hera? I have Hera conjunct my Mercury and MC in Libra at 6° in the 9th (Sextile Ssturn, Square Neptune). I'm a writer.

*I more or less get how it is expressed with the sun, but it gets foggy when with Venus, Mercury and other planets.

hera, goddess of marriage (asteroid 103)

@emmelinekahuyan , i would not suggest you look at hera for info on how it affects you as a writer unless you are writing about marriage or child rearing. i suggest you look at the muses (erato (62), calliope (22), melpomene (18), or thalia (23)), sappho (80), qwerty (6600), athene (881), hermes (69230), and/or really any famous classical author. most famous classic authors have an asteroid you can use to see if your writing is similar to them or as popular! if you are still curious about what your aspects mean after reading this, please dm or comment below!

“when talking about such a popular god or goddess i am going to for warn paraphrasing - of course all these stories have more details and all these popular gods have stories within stories. i would love to share them all/in detail but i would need a book and a lot more time to write it. my attempt in writing these posts are to inform you on the high level story of the god’s or goddess’s life. that being said if any one of the events regaled in the post pique you interest - please let me know i don’t mind giving a more in-depth tale of any of the events mentioned.”

on to hera.

As we know from prior posts, Hera’s mother is Rhea and her father is Cronus, the one who swallowed her out of fear of being dethroned due to a prophecy (check out Zeus's post for a better explanation of this). Hera is best known as the Queen of Olympus and the wife of Zeus (yes, her brother because Greek gods don't mind a bit of incest). From the Juno post, her Roman aspect/counterpart, we get the idea that she doesn't have the best marriage though she is the ruler of the marriage domain. What we have not discussed before is how Zeus convinced Hera to marry him. Zeus tricked her by transforming into a cuckoo (one of Hera’s symbols). After transforming into this cuckoo Zeus pretended that he was sick, cold, hurt, and dying (a bit overkill if you ask me but sure). When Hera saw this poor bird, she found herself feeling sorry for it and nursing it back to health. When she cradled the small bird to her chest to help it stay warm, this is when Zeus entered his true form once more (a bit creepy but sounds like a man lol). Feeling abashed, Hera had to agree to marriage after this precarious situation and Zeus immediately demanding she marry him. Hera had thought that after this one incident that Zeus would be forever hers and found that she was severely wrong. Zeus went on to do these types of things to many other women. As we know in the midst of this (or perhaps before the cheating), Hera plotted to overthrow Zeus many times having thought that he was a corrupt ruler. Her great near defeat of Zeus was the one in which Poseidon, Athena, and Apollo were involved. This group of gods bound Zeus and stole his lightning bolt only for Thetis to arrive and untie him. For this Hera was punished and put in chains to hang from the sky. Neither Hera or Zeus fully forgive each other after this. Zeus continued to cheat and Hera served justice at every instance - tricking Semele into burning to ash at the true sight of Zeus, hunting down Io, forcing Leto to give birth to Apollo and Artemis on a branch, etc. Perhaps this reflects insecurity of Hera's - in myth we see her as envious if not more so than Aphrodite. Hera hating Troy and meddling in the affairs to spite Paris after choosing Aphrodite instead of her to receive the apple of discord, when Antigone says she is prettier than Hera - Hera turns her into a stork, Hera attempting to kill Hercules both in the womb and as baby, etc. Hera is certainly a very dynamic character. IN MY OPINION Hera in a chart represents a) your marriage, b) where you may be deceived by those that are closest to you, c) where people betray your ultimate trust while you have always been loyal to them, d) where you believe you are special to someone only to find out you’re not, e) where you can’t forgive and forget, and/or f) where you dedicate a lifetime of anger with someone to get even.

i encourage you to look into the aspects of hera along with the sign, degree, and house placement. for the more advanced astrologers, take a look at the persona chart of hera AND/OR add the other characters involved to see how they support or impede hera!

OTHER RELATED ASTEROIDS: zeus (5731 / h42), poseidon (4341 / h47), athena (881), pallas (2), rhea (577), apollo (1862), leto (68), kronos (h43), semele (86), thetis (17), io (85), artemis (105), aphrodite (1388), paris (3317), antigone (129), and heracles (5143)!

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kyrecsworld · 1 year

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The Muses, Goddes of the Arts and Proclaimers of Heros!

Muses Hcs

I loved the muses from Hercules. I also love reading head cannons for cannon characters. But when I first noticed that the muses from Hercules had little to none hcs, I kind of wanted to do something about it. So here are a few hcs of the muses in a modern au .

Calliope

Since she's the oldest, she’s probably already graduated college with a master in creative writing

For the sake of mythology and future content, she “dated” Apollo

Since the muses love gushing over Hercules, she probably has some Hercules merchandise in her room that she hides from her sisters, especially Thalia

She has a son named Orpheus, Apollo's the father but she won't let him their son.(But he doesn't care)

Since she's the oldest she stresses about alot of things, also since she's a single mom.

She's a full time English teacher and part time music teacher at a community college

Clio

In the movie and show she's kinda forgotten even though she has her own voice actress, so to me she gives middle child vibes even though she's the second oldest.* She's a history major so she probably studies with Milo Thacth and help him with his Atlantis project* Since she's forgotten within her sisters, she has an attitude towards most people(especially Thalia).

She's also really smart and butts in on things that need her intelligent input> Thalia:" People call it a vase cause it is a vase Tersichore!"> Tersichore: " Yea, well, I'm not people's and I prefer vaz! "> Clio: " Well you both are correct it just depends o. What region you're in"> Thalia and Tersichore: ...

Melpomene

The actual middle child!

And she doesn't live up to the stereotype, she loves being bold and dramatic as ever(which has helped her get out of so many things)!

She's a first year in college majoring in Theater* She a regular at The Pummelled Pomegranate ( the episode Hercules and the Complex Electra.)

She loves improv, jazz, and the blues .

She also has big dreams of being a famous jazz singer, but isn't really open with her dream

Tersichore

She's super energetic! Loves being active and showing off.

Out of all of her sisters she's been to the most parties, with or without permission.*

She's in high school and is wanting to make a career out of dancing*

She loves celebrating countries and their ethnic groups, especially her own

She and Thalia always argue over who's younger

Bouns: Since she was the only muse to have interacted with Hercules, they have a mutual friendship.

Thalia

" Laughter is the best medicine especially with Nyquil" is Thalia's motto

She's also in high school with Tersichore, expect she wants to be a comedian* She loves making people laugh especially if those people are random strangers* To her, annoying her sisters is the only true joy one can have in life

Since the muses love Hercules best believe every now and then she'll send Hercules fan mail or show up out of the blue and fangirl over him

#hercules muses #hercules the animated series #Disney #hercules #the muses #htas #hercules the series

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oncetherewasaprincessfromsparta · 1 year

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O Helen of Sparta

O Helen of Troy

You seek neither

And yet you are both

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kaylinalexanderbooks · 18 days

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Bingo tag game

Thanks @oh-no-another-idea here, @illarian-rambling here, @melpomene-grey here, and @mk-writes-stuff here.

I got three different types here--

Rules 1: use this link, which will generate a writing bingo card for you!

Rules 2: use this link to create a Bingo card for your WIP and/or fill out the one the person who tagged you made

Rules 3: same as 2 but with an OC

Last Bingo Game: here

TSP Bingo (blank card)

Long Bingo where I did a blank Bingo for SOTL and Carla and filled in Bingos for Kelsey, Maddie, Noelle, Xitlali, and TSP as a whole

Tagging @gracehosborn @theeccentricraven @theelfauthor @dyrewrites @badluck990 @mysticstarlightduck @elsie-writes @little-peril-stories @loopyhoopywrites @bread-roses-and-chrome

Below cut:

Filled in writer bingo for me

Filled in WIP bingo for SOTL

Filled in OC bingo for Hye-Jin

Filled in OC bingo for Alex

Filled in OC bingo for Gretel

Filled in OC bingo for Jack

Blank bingo for IWAJAD

Blank bingo for Lexi

Version 1: Writer Bingo

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Almost got a bingo noooo

If only I read more!! It's not by choice...

Version 2: WIP Bingo

SOTL

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Red for definitely, yellow for maybe.

Damn no bingo, even with the yellow.

I'd have a Bingo if I included more evil fish people but I have incorporated it yet. So I do have a Bingo if that's the case.

Version 3: OC Bingo

Hye-Jin Song (TSP)

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Bingo! Almost got two since she was originally short but I've changed that

A character I don't talk about nearly enough! I don't have any other posts exclusively about her yet :(

Hye-Jin is Lexi's lifelong friend who does not make an onscreen appearance until Part Two, though she does get a couple shout-outs in Part One.

Hye-Jin has a younger sibling, but I didn't highlight cause I'm pretty sure it meant she *is* one.

Alex Vaughn (TSP)

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I think she's just appeared in excerpts. Time to fix that!

Alex is from another universe! A chronological deviant of the duoverse of the Ceteri and Alium that we know! (In other words - it's another version of Ceteri and Alium, the duoverse, i.e. two linked universes, that's different enough due to different choices individuals made)

Gretel Küchler (SOTL)

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I may have mentioned her like once, but she was the only one who'd fill out a decent amount of the board.

Gretel is kind of obviously my Hansel and Gretel character. She's magicked, meaning she learned the skill of magic. She and her identical twin brother Hansel specialize in baking food that can help grant others temporary physical advancements.

If anyone of these end up changing and being inaccurate...I'll live it's okay I haven't written a scene with her.

Jack McDonald (SOTL)

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Haha, bingo!!

De facto MC of SOTL so far. He's appeared a lot in SOTL's excerpts.

Jack was misdiagnosed as being gifted with ice manipulation powers, due to one obvious demonstration. In actuality, he's gifted in being average at everything. This does mean he actually can do literally everything, just averagely. (In other words, Jack of all Trades)

He's not autistic as of yet but probably ADHD. Some of these may change.

My Blank Bingos

It Was All Just a Dream

I already made Bingos for my active WIPs, so here we go with this one

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It Was All Just a Dream is a story idea have had for a while that I have a draft of in the form of a short story. Short version is popular Kyla Tran goes through a night of layers of dreams that force her to reevaluate her life.

Lexi Morgan (TSP)

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I meant ace/aro and you KNOW IT

And ignore that I spelled pedestal wrong as well...

Anyway, more Lexi: OC in fifteen, OC in three, Picrew, two truths and a lie, WIP questionnaire

TSP into

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

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xansmenagerie · 1 year

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Fresh Start

Another fic for MotW - this time part of the backstory for Melpomene Kontos, specifically written as part of a playbook change from Mundane to Crooked. Part of the fun was writing in her moves as part of the change - this one is Driver...

Mel looked at the address on the piece of paper in hand dubiously, then back at the imposing gate in front of her. Paper, gate. Paper, gate. Lacking anything better to do, she straightened herself and her jacket up and pressed the intercom buzzer.

"Yes?" A male voice that Mel automatically classed as 'butler'.

"Miss Kontos, here to speak with Miss Hackett?" She couldn't help the question in her tone, the whole situation already feeling too surreal.

After a minute of silence she heard the gate unlock. She swung it open soundlessly and stepped through.

She hadn't run away. Not really. Running away implied worldly goods in a knapsack and leaving in the middle of the night with no warning and no plans. It had been lunchtime.

Likewise, she hadn't really followed her dad after the divorce. London was a big place, and Mel was definitely staying in the south while he was in the east - it wasn't her fault that it was the easiest big city for her to get to. It was just a pain that it was chewing through the savings from her grandparents - meant for university or a house - quite so quickly.

The advert had felt like a lifeline. "Competent female driver wanted, must be able to carry out maintenance" - well, her gran had driven ambulances in WW2 and had insisted on teaching all of her grandchildren how to drive properly as they came of age, and her grandad had taught her all sorts of useful things to do to a car, mostly legal.

The picture in Mel's head of a little old lady wanting someone to ferry her around was already starting to evaporate as she crossed the courtyard; it exploded entirely in the face of the young woman waiting by the elegant car parked by the front door. Stylish, richly dressed, perhaps a couple of years older than Mel; Mel swallowed and wished she'd owned a better shirt to wear.

"Miss Kontos, I presume?" the woman said in tones that suggested she very rarely was told she was wrong.

"Yes, I-" Mel replied nervously, aware of being looked over in a way that was somewhere between nightclub and stock appraisal.

"You'll do." Without any further ado the woman tossed a set of keys to Mel; she caught it on reflex. "You may call me Charity. Get in."

Mel slid into the driver's seat, quickly making all the adjustments for what she considered a respectable driving position. Charity watched her silently, appraisingly.

"Just drive where I tell you," Charity said as soon as Mel was settled. Mel started the engine, appreciating the smooth turnover, and carefully pulled away. Not being sure what was expected of her she drove carefully but not cautiously, everything neat and legal. Charity only spoke to tell her where to turn as they headed east and south, out of London altogether.

Mel got an inkling of what was coming when she saw the signs, but there was still a special thrill when the car slipped through the gate of Brands Hatch. The place was deserted aside from one staff member who let them onto the track itself. Mel didn't comment, but she was aware of the money and clout required to achieve that.

"So." Charity's voice cut through Mel's reverence. "Show me what you can do."

Mel took the first couple of laps quick but careful; the growing frostiness from the seat beside her suggested this was the wrong tack to take, and she brought the car to a stop.

"Just one second," she quickly interjected before Charity could ask for an explanation, and adjusted her driving position to one where she could brace properly against the seat. She quickly glanced across to check her passenger was belted in, then restarted the engine. She closed her eyes, getting the feel for the thrum under her feet and the memory of how the car had moved; her hands, feet and eyelids moved as one, throwing the car into gear and stomping on the accelerator as she opened her eyes.

The engine roared. The tyres squealed.

She didn't dare look over at Charity, too intent on getting the best line, but the little 'oof!' as the car shot off the mark didn't sound displeased, and her own joyful laughter was echoed by a quiet 'whoop!' as they whipped through the chicane at the end of Dingley Dell.

Even if the interview itself was a bust, Mel knew she was going to treasure this moment for a long time.

Knowing her own limits - she was no racing driver, just an enthusiastic amateur after all - she coasted the car to a stop after the second circuit. Mel finally dared to look across at Charity, her breath catching only a little at the sheer sparkle in the older woman's eyes.

Charity purred, "Yes, you'll definitely do."

Mel straightened up and recklessly answered, slightly drunk on adrenaline, "Shall I drive you home, ma'am?"

That got a hint of a chuckle. "Not yet - we have a stop to make first. Boring driving again, I'm afraid."

Mel wasn't expecting the block of flats; the car was certainly out of place, and Charity stood out exotically against the stained concrete and drifts of crisp packets. Nevertheless she looked like she knew exactly where she was going; whoever was on the other end of the intercom had buzzed them in by the time Mel had locked up, and Charity swept up the stairs clearly expecting her to follow.

The flat door was opened by a young man perhaps a little older than Mel - ordinary, and stocky in a way that said bones rather than choice, looking as startled by Mel as Mel was by Charity sweeping through the door like she owned the place. Belatedly, as Mel followed Charity inside, she wondered if that might actually be the case…

"Dave," Charity said in terms that brooked no argument, "This is Miss Kontos, my new driver. She'll be taking the box room."

Dave closed his mouth, giving Mel a thoughtful look. Mel was still trying to catch up to events; she went to complain about the assumptions but Charity ploughed on through. "If you need to give notice on wherever you're currently living then cover for final rent can be arranged, but it will be taken out of your wages. Your room here will be covered."

Dave caught Mel's eye, giving her a small sympathetic smile. Something suggested this was normal for Charity.

"You can ask Mason and Seth and Dave to help you bring your things back here - for now I have to get home before Daddy kicks up a fuss. It will be interesting to work with you, Miss Kontos," Charity finished with no small note of finality. Mel almost put out a hand but thought better of it; the small half-bow she gave was apparently far more to Charity's taste from the smile.

Charity swept out of the room again - it seemed to be a habit - leaving Mel somewhat dazed as to what had just happened. Dave gave her a friendly, if tentative, clap on the shoulder, almost like he wasn't quite sure what to do with a woman who had suddenly been dropped into his household. Mel couldn't blame him.

"Come on, I'll get the kettle on and when everyone else is home we can sort things out properly," he said kindly. "Dave Brewer, tech support."

"Oh," she said, feeling a little less at sea with the prospect of a cup of tea, "You can call me Mel."

#writeblr #writblr #motw #mel is nominally the sensible one #which gives you an idea of what the rest are like

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abyssalhuntersnerd · 2 years

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In Greek Mythology, there are 9 Muses. Each for an art form that the Greeks treasured.

You already have the favor of a few.

Erato, the muse of erotica. Because you know.

Calliope, the muse of epic poetry. Prose as a literature form wasn't a thing back in ancient Greece, but even then the stories you weave around the Abyssal Hunters are very much worthy of the praise.

Thalia, the muse of comedy. One of the kinds of comedy is Dark Comedy, which deals with despair and sadness often in association with sickness, loneliness, and even death. Let's face it, when you write Skadi's sadness over Specter, our hearts break too.

And if you write a fic featuring Skadi the Corrupting Heart, you now have the favor of Melpomene as well. The Muse of Tragedy.

Love your work so much. I hope to be around still when you churn out the fic that finally makes the SkaSpec wedding Canon.

I AM CURRENTLY IN SHAMBLES AFTER READING THAT, HOLY FUCK I WON'T SAY YOUR NAME BECAUSE YOU SENT THIS AS AN ANON BUT GODDAMN IT, I'M BLUSHING REALLY HARD OVER HERE!!!! ;////;

Oh god how do I even respond to this- God, I can't see myself writing anything with Skalter because angst is very very hard for me to write, not because the actual writing is hard but more so the toll it takes on me afterwards. I put a lot of emotion in what I do, so it's extremely... Hard not to put too much of myself sometimes. If you get what I'm saying.

God, I love mythology so much too, this ask is so good. You goddamn mad lad. You absolute mad lad, I love you so much too. Thank you so much for this wonderful ask. It made my night and I'm so honored you went out of your way to probably research all of this. It means the world. And I hope so too, to be here whenever that happens. Hehe.

I hope I can write more stories in the future that you all can love just as much as I did while writing them. There's a lot of things I want to express to share. I want to show you all what I'm capable of doing while also showing you guys how much these two truly care about each other.

Thank you. God. Thank you. You have no idea how much this just helped me.

#asks

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ofieugogyshz · 2 years

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Hiya! Its nice to meet another Ancient Magus Bride self shipper! How about Zeus, Demeter, Athena, Aphrodite, Dionysus, Persephone, Calliope, Thalia and Melpomene for Nevin?

I'm over at @sugar-and-pearls by the way

Hello! Nice to meet you! Thank you for the questions, these were actually a lot more fun than I thought they'd be!

I don't have an s/i for tamb despite how beautiful and absolutely magical (no pun intended) the universe is, so I'll do my best to answer them as though I did.

Zeus: How did you first meet your f/o(s)? How did you feel about each other at first?

meta answer: thru the anime!

in-universe answer: idk yet. iirc Nevin's not moved for centuries, but you know, it'd sure be something if my form of magic allowed me to distance connect with Grandpa Nevin thru a tarot reading or clairvoyance or something, idk what. And he thinks of me in a similar way as he does Chise, sort of like a lost bird that's hurt and doesn't know how to fly its way home or to happiness or something, idk LOL.

I'm sure I wrote about that one before, actually, when I was considering adding him...

Demeter: What’s your favorite season, and how do you like to spend that season together?

Mine's either spring or fall, idk tbh which lol. it just changes. lately more towards spring, i guess?

I suppose spring's a good time to see the young drakes being active and playful and most of their growth? and maybe helping Lindel gather spring seasonal stuff if i'm allowed to hang out for his supplies.

Athena: Are your f/o(s) interested in any particular hobby or interest of yours? Have you taught them about it, or let them watch you, or anything similar?

I'd like to think that Nevin is interested in hearing my stories even though most of them are just fanfic. He offers suggestions in the way that one would impart wisdom to a person with a problem, like "why would the [character] do that? would it not be better for them to [suggestion]?"

He's lived a long time, too, so swapping stories (mine fictional, his lived) and asking for permission to share (and being quickly/harshly denied even though i'd vow to write it as fiction and it couldn't sell as nonfic anyways) and getting inspiration from his stories.

also bonus thought while writing this:

me: "...Grandpa Nevin, do you think that there's a spell to bring a fictional character to life?"

Nevin: "That I do not know, young weaver. But, would it not be better to find one's own happiness, than to rely on magic?"

me: .... ;>>

Aphrodite: How do you and your f/o(s) like to show love to each other? Feel free to include your love languages, if you find that helpful.

i'll have to say words of affirmation and quality time, as that's about all Nevin can do rooted to the spot LOL

I don't really got anything else, just him giving a lending ear and mouth LOL

Dionysus: What do you like to do with your f/o(s) for fun? Is there anything fun you’d like to try with them?

Share stories! Discuss magic, too, since I'd probably be self-taught/without a mentor.

I'm terrified of heights, but if he could still fly, I think I could trust him to be the earth beneath my scared feet LOL

Persephone: How different are you and your f/o(s)? How do you deal with each other’s differences?

Other than species? I'm a little hot-headed. Not as much since getting on mood-stabilizers, but when I'm allowed to be myself or get too into myself, I get knee-jerky reactions. Probably bc of the adhd, since we tend to feel things at 100 instead of 10. He is patient and kind though, and waits for me to come back and apologize or talk about why I got so upset or headstrong about something.

Calliope: Do you have any poetry or literature excerpts (or other quotes) that suit your ship?

Honestly, his interactions with Chise hit me pretty hard, especially during That One Scene where he chides her thought/envy. So I'd probably get a similar lecture at some point, especially the first time I'd see him in person. Chise is a big mood throughout her entire growth arc tbh.

Thalia: Discuss any fluff ideas you have for your ship. What kind of affectionate or sweet scenarios do you like best for this ship?

I don't really have any ideas. Just hanging out and enjoying the breeze and tranquility. Swapping stories, real and fake. Legends he knows of. etc. Me trying to hug his huge ass tree trunk of a leg.

Melpomene: Here’s your dedicated angst question: discuss any angsty or hurt/comfort ideas you have for your ship.

see aforementioned Chise Moment but altered to what I was going thru back then.

Now I miss grandpa Nevin and his energy :(

#grandpa nevin

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