#Willow and Ichor

[dameronspector]

Willow

(A Pjo and Mcu!AU)

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Fem!ExAvenger!Reader

Chapter Summary: You are were an Avenger. But before becoming an Avenger, you were a demigod— were half human, half god—rescued and trained by Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers and Tony Stark. You were only 15, then. Fast forward 10 years later, here you were, with the three people that you looked up to, and who had saved your life, being dead. Leaving you alone and too old to go back to your camp. That left you with no choice but to pick up odd, free agent work to keep your life going with the support of your remaining family. What happens when you meet a meek, vulnerable yet the most powerful man who made you relive your worst traumas?

Warnings: No Bob in this chapter, world building + character background, Mentions of Injuries, Blood, Demons, Monsters, Canon Typical Violence, Depression, Death of a parent, Insecurities, Isolation, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Lots of Found Family content, CW+IW+Endgame timeline, Reader has magical abilities of the goddess Hecate (eg: necromancy, pyrokinesis, hypnokinesis, dark magic, etc. you can find the rest on rioridanwiki!), that’s all i think!

**this is a work of fiction. I don't own any of these characters and I have made some changes to fit the storyline better and because it's an AU. I have taken all the information from google and riordanwiki. Incase I have gotten anything wrong, please let me know!**

AN: oh i am so IN for this pjo x mcu crossover like... this is literally my childhood and adulthood mixed in one. But im also nervous omg. Also, the title is inspired by the lyirc: 'life was a willow and it bent right to your wind' from Willow by Taylor Swift. (Btw, my godly parent, as per riordanverse, is Apollo, which is yours?😁)

PS: let's assume civil war took place after the reader was recruited.

Look, you didn't plan to abandon your camp.

But when your godly mother is Hecate, you inherit the misfortune of having night empowerment, that is, your magic was the strongest at night and the weakest during the day, which is why you were left powerless when Luke betrayed the camp and joined Kronos, poisoning Thalia's Tree. This weakened the borders and allowed monsters and demons of all kinds to target Camp Half-Blood. It's even more difficult when you were not allowed to use your godly powers in front of the whole world even if the mist would protect you. On top of it, Chiron had strict schedules and rules for your trainings so that meant no excessive or exhaustive training exercises combined with your 15 year old self, you had to heavily rely on your magic, which would often drain you if you used it incorrectly or without proper preparations.

As Hecate's daughter, you preferred solitude and so did the rest of your siblings. But that didn't mean you weren't protective over each other. In fact, you were fiercely protective, and you joined the fight to defend your cabin and your camp from the demons unleashed by Kronos. Since you were an older demi-god, it was your job to look after, and protect, the younger ones as well. And you did exactly that. In an attempt to save one of the newly claimed demi-gods, Percy Jackson, you ended up throwing him out of the way and stood way too close to the camp's border.

"Percy, stay back!", you shouted at him while using your magic to turn one of the demons into a pile of ash and golden ichor. It was nearing sunset, so you could slowly feel your powers coming back to you, but still felt your body shutting down gradually because of the overuse of your powers.

Percy was a very stubborn and reckless kid, you realized that the moment he went head to head with Clarisse La Rue. And when he got claimed by Poseidon himself, you understood where he got that hero complex from. Nevertheless, you found yourself feeling protective over him, especially since Grover and Chiron themselves vouched for him. You had taken it upon yourself to protect him, Chiron's words of worry echoing in your mind.

You had lost your father in an unfortunate accident when you were just 10 years old and that's when Hecate had officially claimed you, protecting you and guiding you to the camp. Having no family in the mortal world, you easily grew attached to your fellow campers. Which lead to you protecting them even if it costed you your life.

On top of it, you stayed up at night everyday, wishing you’d get a chance to say goodbye to your father, at least once. Wishing you’d lead a normal life. You knew how different you were from your half siblings, how it took you time to perfect your magic. All of this made you insecure of yourself, blaming yourself for any shortcomings. Chiron tried to reassure you time and time again, but the mind was a tricky place to get out of.

Percy was grunting and using all his might to fight back the angry Minotaur, his sword glinting in the yellow-orange hue of the sky. His shoes scuffed against the ground, the Minotaur using its huge obsidian black horns to push him back, Percy’s dirty blonde curls shaking violently, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. There was chaos everywhere, sounds of weapons clanking against each other and hums of magic and spells that came from the enchanted cabins, groans and roars of the creatures and a faint smell of smoke coming from somewhere behind you.

"I'm fine!", Percy called back in his breathless voice, his chest heaving with the effort. You finished off the demon that was fighting you and joined Percy, casting a protection spell, a purple bubble of your powers surround you and resist against the Minotaur. Suddenly, a Fury startled you and latched onto your back, a pained groan leaving your mouth. It lead to you breaking the protective shield around Percy, your attention diverted to the Fury.

The Furies were attacking you relentlessly, leaving scratch marks against your arms and back. You managed to conjure a spell and hurl it at them, when you heard a shout of pain. You turned your head to see that Percy was on his back while the Minotaur approached him, nostrils flaring in anger and Percy still trying to come to his bearings. Luckily, someone shot arrows to distract the Furies and you stood up quickly, your head spinning and knees weak. You rushed over and stood in front of Percy, faintly hearing Annabeth's distressed call for him to get up.

Your ears were ringing and all you could see were the Minotaur's glowing eyes and flaring nostrils, it's muscles tensed before it charged and you quickly shoved Percy down the hill before casting a spell as a barrier between you and the Minotaur.

You could see Annabeth cradling Percy against her and you sighed in relief, your eyesight turning blurry because of the exhaustion and unshed tears when the Minotaur managed to charge, pushing you out of the camp border. A choked gasp left your mouth and you could just see Annabeth's mouth open in a scream before you passed through a mist and entered the outside world. You fell on your back, the hard ground hurting your ribs, before promptly passing out.

-

When you came to, your saw a white ceiling above you and a persistent beeping on your right. The harsh light hurt your eyes, which made you close them while letting out a pained wince.

"Hey, it's okay..", a calm and composed voice muttered next to you, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion because it didn't sound anything like Chiron or Mr D. Slowly opening your lids, you turned your head to the left and saw that a huge, muscular man was sitting next to you. He had cropped blonde hair, light blue eyes, and was wearing a grey t-shirt underneath a leather jacket, his hands pressed against the railing of your bed. You felt like you had seen him somewhere before, but you couldn't recall it.

Licking your dry and chapped lips, you finally spoke up, "W-Who are you? Where's Chiron?"

The man's face shifted in confusion, "Chiron? I'm sorry, I don't know who that is but--I'm Steve. Steve Rogers."

That's when it clicked you, your eyes widened in realisation, "You—oh my gods, you are Captain America...", you let out in a breathy whisper and the man-Captain America, smiled shyly.

Of course you know who he was. An advantage of being a demi-god was that you had to be aware of what was going on in the world. So obviously, you were all aware (and fans) of the Avengers. You and Grover always fought about who was that strongest Avenger—Hulk or Thor (he was Team Hulk, you were Team Thor. #demigodssupporteachother or whatever.) And you'd be lying if you said half of the kids in your camp didn't have a crush on Steve or Thor.

Which is why, him sitting so close to you was sending you, and your heart, into a frenzy, the monitor on your right beeping louder and Steve furrowed his brows in concern.

"Are you okay? Should I call a nurse-"

Your cheeks warmed in embarrassment, "No! No, I-I am okay. Thanks. How...how did I get here? Where are we?", you stammered, still a little out of it. You could make out faint memories of asking Percy to stay back and facing a Minotaur, but everything was a blur after that.

"Well, we are at the Avengers Compound. We found you near the woods at Montauk beach. Thankfully, we were doing some recon stuff and Tony informed us about a heat signature. When we got off to check it out, you were lying unconscious with a few cuts on your body. How did you even get there? It's pretty far away from civilisation", Steve asked you in confusion.

You froze. Although it would've been just another Tuesday for him, you remembered your 'oath' as a demi-god—act normal and unassuming in front of the world outside the camp. So you decided to lie for now.

"Uh- it's...it's a long story. Can we discuss it later?", you asked him hesitantly, hoping he'd believe you.

Steve nodded before helping you sit up and handed you a glass of water. You accepted it gratefully and took a few soothing sips.

"That's alright. We'll probably debrief you later. You should rest, you have a few cuts and bruised ribs. The doctor will come to check on you soon. Do you wanna contact somebody at home...?"

You froze. Since you had travelled all the way across from one end of New York to the other, you assumed that the fight must've simmered down by now. You needed to contact Chiron and inform him about your whereabouts as soon as possible.

"Uh-yes. Do you mind giving me a phone? I must've lost mine somewhere..."

Steve nodded and fished out his own cell, before leaving the room to give you some privacy.

You let out a sigh of relief after the door shut and put his phone aside, casting a mist with your powers and focusing intently to call upon Chiron. It took some time to conjure it in your exhausted state, the mist disappearing and your hands shaking after a while.

After trying for the fourth time, you finally made the connection.

"(Name)? Where are you?", Chiron's aged and worried face shimmered in the rainbow.

"Chiron! Oh gods, I'm so sorry. The Minotaur pushed me out of the borders and, you're not gonna believe this, The Avengers saved me. I'm at the Avengers Compound, right now", you explained to him and his face shifted in understanding before he let out a sigh.

"That's quite far away. When are you coming back? Are you alright?"

"I'm okay. A few cuts and bruised ribs. I- Chiron, they're gonna debrief me. What do I tell them? It's not exactly believable to say that a 15 year old came to this remote beach alone and passed out in the woods."

"Well...they're the Avengers, right? This is probably not a big deal for them. What do you think?", Chiron asked curiously.

You pursed your lips, already having made up your mind about what to do.

"I think...I think I'm gonna tell them."

Chiron gave you a knowing smile, as if he could already see what was going to go down, but he didn't stop you. He never did. He was always a very supportive and anchoring presence in all of your lives.

-

2 days later you were discharged, arms and legs bandaged and a few bandages scattered across your back.

Steve escorted you to the debrief room, where you met Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark, who smirked at the perpetual look of awe and wonder on your face. You almost laughed at their laid back looks and how they looked ordinary out of their supersuits. Almost, because your hands were shaking at the fact that you were standing in front of literal superheroes.

You were absently picking at your chipped black nail polish when Tony addressed you.

"So...(Name)? Right?", Tony began. You nodded and he read something on a tablet before speaking up, "Apart from your father and your early school life, I couldn't find any information on you. Why's that?", he stared at you in scrutiny while Steve and Natasha sat next to him, observing.

You cleared your throat and wrung your hands together in nervousness. Not only were you sitting in front of the Earth's Mightiest Heroes, but also you were going to talk about your real identity. You just hoped they wouldn't arrest you or worse.

"Well—Before I say anything, you have to promise you won’t rat me out", you stated and the three of them hesitated before agreeing to your condition, Tony squinting his eyes in judgement.

You sighed, "I am...not completely human. I'm a demi-god. Demi-titan actually, but yeah.”

The three of them whipped their eyes to look at you, their faces frozen in shock. How was this unassuming, docile, 15 year old girl, a demi god? And how did nobody find out about this?

"I'm sorry, what?", Tony blurted out and Natasha put a hand on his arm.

"Wait, how does nobody know about this? And why should we believe you?", she questioned you sternly.

You pursed your lips before opening up your palm in front of you, a small flame hovered on it, your eyes glowing purple.

"Whoa", Steve murmured in surprise, Natasha staring at you in wonder and Tony's eyes widened in disbelief. You slowly closed your palm and extinguished the flame, your eye colour returning back to normal, hands inside the pocket of the Stark-issued jacket that they had provided you.

"You can't speak of this to anyone. In fact, whatever I'm about to tell you, none of you can ever mention this to anybody. Or you will risk multiple lives. And I mean it", you informed them in a solemn tone and they understood the gravity of your words.

All of them dutifully nodded their heads and asked you to begin, Tony activating a privacy shutdown around the room.

So you began. You told them about your father who died in a car crash and how the Greek Goddess of Magic and Witchcraft, Hecate, had claimed you. That's when you had found out that you were her daughter, her and your father being lovers. Their faces were slack with surprise, the fact that greek gods and goddesses actually existed as the same time as them was unbelievable to them and you smirked at that. You had managed to shock the Avengers themselves.

You told them how Hecate showed you the way to the camp and you spent the next 5 years of your life there, under the guidance of a centaur named Chiron and the god Dionysus. You told them about the attack, how you were thrown outside the camp's borders and that's why you landed in the woods, making sure to not reveal the exact location of the camp. You also told them about your powers, what you can do with your magic, how much can you handle and how it is the strongest at night and dark places and the weakest during the day.

"I-Wow. This is a lot. You are a lot. I have a lot of questions", Tony replied and leaned his head against his hands.

You shrugged, "I really can't tell you anything more than this. I can't risk my family's life. Please, may I go now?"

All of them exchanged looks and asked you to step out for sometime, before calling you back in after 15 minutes.

"(Name)...look. We...have someone like you on our team now. Her name is Wanda Maximoff. Both of you share the same powers, minus the godly parent thing. You'd be an useful asset to the team and she’d help you train. Plus, we'd protect you in return. No more ending up in random woods, no more fighting demons and what not", Tony proposed and you froze.

"What?", you asked in disbelief. Did he really just ask you if you wanted to leave behind your old life and start this one like you knew any of them personally?

“I can’t just leave my home and be an Avenger!”, you said incredulously.

Natasha and Steve sighed before Natasha spoke up, “Look, I get it. It’s not exactly easy to just join us and there’s probably complications that we can’t even imagine. But, think about it. You’d get a place to stay, protection, and appropriate training. You’re only 15, (Name), don’t you think you should be going to school instead of having to constantly look over your shoulder? I know why you went to the camp. It’s so that you don’t end up lonely. I get that, trust me”, she tried to reason and you felt your stomach twist in indignation.

“I’m sorry? I’m not gonna let you sit there and guilt trip me like that, Ms. Romanoff. Let’s not act like you guys live any better lives than we do. And I do go to school, by the way”, you said heatedly, your eyes glowing a muted purple, feeling defensive over your home. Natasha and Steve were silent for a moment while Tony was too busy typing something in the tablet.

You clenched your fists and let out a breath, calming yourself down, “Now, if you’re done, I’d like to leave”, you conceded before standing up and leaving the room in a haste.

“Wait—(Name)!”, Tony’s voice called out and you reluctantly stopped, turning around in irritation.

“Sit down for a moment, will you?”, he requested you and sat down on the sofa outside the room. You grumbled and sat opposite him on the cushioned chair.

Tony began by holding out his hands to placate you, “Listen. We’re not trying to guilt-trip you. I swear. You’ve got potential, kid. And I know how difficult it must’ve been for you to navigate after your father’s death. I get that, I’ve been there. You’re just 15. And we can help you. You mentioned a name—Chiron, right? I assume he's your camp counselor or something?"

You gave him a hesitant nod.

"Why don’t you talk about this with him?”, he offered.

You paused for a moment, mulling over his words. You swallowed in nervousness before replying, “Okay.”

Tony pulled out his phone but you stopped him, “Uh- we can’t use mobile phones. Alerts the monsters and all that.”

Tony made a face, his eyes wrinkling behind his tinted glasses, “How do you talk to people, then?”

You gave him a smirk and conjured a mist, both of your hands splayed out in front of you, before closing your eyes and calling out to Chiron.

“What the fuck?”, Tony muttered next to you and you opened your eyes, seeing Chiron in the rainbow covered mist.

“Chiron…h-how’s everything there? Is everybody alright?”, you asked him tentatively, your leg moving up and down in anxiety, worried about your fellow campers and your siblings.

Chiron sighed in exhaustion, “I won’t lie to you and say it’s alright. Many of the kids, your cabin included, are injured. Grover, the nymphs and the Apollo cabin are tending to all of them. The camp…it’s a mess. Part of our stables is completely burnt, Thalia was barely saved, the hill is covered in small fires, dining area is destroyed…and since the borders are yet to be closed, it’s going to take a while to rebuild.”

Your chest ached, you didn’t want to pile this up on the old man right now. He was already going through a lot.

“Just say it, (Name)”, Chiron quipped. You snapped your head up to look at him. Of course Chiron already sensed you wanted to share something. On your left, Tony was staring at you and Chiron closely—with wonder and something else shimmering in his eyes.

“This is Tony Stark, you know him. Iron Man and Billionaire”, you introduced them before Tony slid in close to you and waved at Chiron. You swallowed before deciding to just bite the bullet, “Chiron, they’ve proposed that I join the team”, you let out in a breath and lowered your eyes in shame.

“Okay. What have you decided?”, Chiron’s calm voice asked you.

You stuttered, “I’m-”, but you knew your answer.

You wanted to get away from the camp for the past 3 years. The place reminding you too much of your father and how you were lesser than the others. How you stuck out like a sore thumb.

But even if you joined the Avengers, you’d still stand out. You’d have to constantly hold back and be careful to avoid hurting others, stay focused and train harder to gain control over yourself and avoid contact altogether, to save them from the monsters that would follow your scent.

But you wanted to do this. The thrill of attending school without getting distracted by some Greek mythological creature following you and finally leaving the camp to try and lead a mundane life was too strong to ignore. You steeled yourself and looked at Chiron.

“I’m doing this, Chiron. I’m sorry”, you could see Tony’s eyes widen next to you and Chiron’s understanding smile.

Chiron was the next thing to a father that you had. His progressive and supportive energy kept you going for the 5 years that you spent in the camp. You would always be grateful for his wisdom and protection.

You felt your eyes tear up before Chiron instructed, “Don’t apologise, my child. You can come to the camp tomorrow. We’ll see you then. Take care.”

You gave him a wet smile and broke the connection, staring at your hands in intense concentration. A few quiet moments passed before Tony nudged you lightly, garnering your attention. You turned your head to the side to look at him with tearful eyes.

“You did good. We’ll discuss the rest when you come back tomorrow, hm?”, he murmured.

You simply nodded in agreement.

-

You went back to the camp to meet your family for the last time. Bidding farewell to your siblings and your favourite trio—Annabeth, Grover and Percy—along with Chiron and Mr. D. It was a tearful goodbye, Grover and Annabeth crying and Percy trying his best to stifle his. When you went to hug him, he begrudgingly returned it, murmuring into your shoulder that he was upset at you.

You cried harder at that.

After gathering all your stuff from the cabin and bidding everyone goodbye, they walked you to the camp’s borders. Chiron asked you to make a small promise to him, that while you would lead a double life now, you’d try your best to keep this part of it hidden, which meant no sudden iris messages or surprise visits. You vehemently agreed, reassuring him that you’d do anything to protect them and him promising his support to you, anytime.

And then you left. For your new life. As the Demi-God Avenger.

-

"Well, this is your room, I tried my best to design it to suit you, but if you want any changes, just let me know or shout out to FRIDAY."

"FRIDAY?", you asked in confusion.

Tony smirked in that classic manner of his, "FRIDAY, welcome our newest member."

"Of course, boss. Welcome to the Avengers Compound, Miss (Name). This would be your room and if you need anything, you can just call out my name. I'll assist you at any time."

You jumped when you heard the dismembered voice. It was coming from the entire room, it seemed. Now, you were used to hearing voices out of thin air, but this? The fact that this was achieved without magic was so fascinating to you.

"Whoa...", you breathed out in disbelief, your mouth falling open in awe and your eyes flitting around the entire room.

Tony chuckled next to you, "Yeah, I know. Anyways, settle down and you can join us for lunch or order somethin', if you want. I'll be busy in a meeting and Natasha has gone for an assignment. Steve must be in the gym or the library and it's your lucky day because Bruce is in the labs as well. So, if you need anything, you can go to those two, yeah?"

You nodded absently, and he took your leave. Looking around the room, you took notice of how Tony had personalised it for you.

The room was painted in a terracotta colour, a huge bed in the middle on your left side that was covered in a cream coloured bedsheet, purple coloured duvet, a mountain of cream, purple and yellow coloured pillows. Next to the bed were two side tables, both of them a dark mahogany wood, the one closest to you had a beautiful moon lamp on it. There was a desk lined by the wall in front of the bed, it was in the same dark mahogany wood as the side tables, a purple coloured chair placed in front of it. The bed's left side had an in-the-wall book shelf, and next to it was a huge floor-to-ceiling length window that sprawled across the wall, it was covered in glass and had a sliding door to give you access to the lush green lawn of the compound. The window swathed the room in a golden hue of the afternoon sun, the view of the sun peeking through the trees and leaves moving in the slight breeze putting you at ease right away.

You took in a deep breath, the scent of a lavender candle tickling your nose and you felt like this was home. Your eyes welled up with tears at that.

You see, as the child of a minor goddess, you and your siblings did not have your own cabin. You had to share with the Hermes kids who shared with other minor gods' kids and it was chaotic. You never had a chance to have a place of your own. The fact that Tony, a man you had just met, had done this just to make you feel at home and even allowed you to make any changes as you desire, was everything to you. You'd be forever grateful for how he took you in and let you live at his place as if you always belonged.

You decided to spend the whole day in your room, unpacking your stuff and arranging it. There was a door on the right of the desk that was most likely the bathroom. You opened it and were shocked at the sight in front of you--the bathroom was huge, with a large bathtub and a shower cubicle on the left. You didn't notice it at first, but as soon as you entered, there was another door on the right which lead into the closet, which was substantially big enough for you. After arranging your clothes in it and taking in your room once more, you decided to walk out and thank Tony for all of this.

Tony just waved you off, stopping your attempts at thanking him, telling you to feel at home and pull up your socks for the training, instead. After having dinner with them and introducing yourself to Bruce, you went back to your room and just crashed, falling asleep immediately for the first time in your life.

-

2016

It's been a whole year since you became an Avenger and moved into the compound. You had settled in quite well, making a friend in Wanda who trained you everyday to control your powers (which, you were sure, that Hecate must have rolled her eyes at), and had a dysfunctional family of superheroes now, being extremely close to all of them. Even if that was the case, you were the closest to Natasha, Tony and Steve--the three people who had given you this life. Soon you met Vision, Rhodey, Clint and Sam, and you got along with all of them quite well except Clint, whom you found a little annoying.

You were still undergoing training, so Tony put you on schedules with Natasha, who taught her widow techniques to you and Steve, who taught you how to make proper use of your body's natural strength. Sam was another great sparring partner, his flexibility and agility as a gymnast and athlete was fascinating to you and he was fun to talk to, always cracking jokes and treating you to lunch later.

You were the unofficial baby of the group so they all took turns to be protective over you and babysit you (you'd be lying if you said you didn't like that.) All of them were fond of how smart and polite you were, but at the same time fearful of your powers and did everything to avoid upsetting you as any tumultuous emotion caused you to lose control, destroying anything around you. You had accidentally burnt down a part of the kitchen when Clint wouldn't stop annoying you, a purple burst of irritation blazing the entire right side of the kitchen, narrowly missing the gas pipes.

Clint was banned from talking to you after that incident.

As for the school part, you did attend school and made new friends there as well- Peter Parker, Ned Leeds and MJ. You were an year older than them, but the school required you to retake your classes so you had to start in the same grade as them. This was your little bubble, the three of them keeping you company everyday and Aunt May spoiling you to her heart's content. You loved how motherly and caring she was, always looking forward to the days she'd invite you over for lunch or dinner or when you and Ned went to Peter's for a movie night.

Safe to say, you had settled in like you always belonged here. No interference from any titans or demons or gods, enjoying your mundane life with your new family and friends. You had gotten inspired to change your room as well-- your godly gifts also included being an amazing interior designer and innovator--so you turned your bed into a four poster with beige curtains hanging from it, an enchanted sky ceiling that showed you the constellations any time that you want, your bathroom was transformed into half covered by dark, moody purple tiles and you had casted a spell to increased the size of your room, turning it into a gym, or a kitchen, or a garden, if you had one of those days where the commotion in the compound became too much. Everyone was freaked out by the way you could transform things into whatever you wished to but they got over it soon, watching you in wonder and requesting the same for their rooms (which you politely declined because using too much of your powers exhausted you.)

-

Imagine the whiplash when a few months later, your family was arguing over some papers, had split into two, had asked you to pick a side, and were now fighting against each other in the middle of an airport.

Steve had told you about his best friend, Bucky, when you came across an article of them on the internet. Now, you knew who he was and what happened to him, but hearing it from Steve, who had lived to see what happened, was an experience and it gave you the real story instead of the gossip-y and juicy stories squeezed out by media outlets. When you saw the news that Bucky had assassinated King T’Chaka, it was a shock. You didn’t believe he could’ve done that. In fact, you didn’t blame Bucky for whatever he did for most of his life.

But when that man in the footage looked eerily familiar to Bucky, who was going to listen to a 16 year old new recruit?

Tony and Steve argued. Steve, Sam and Natasha broke the law for Bucky and were branded as criminals. The rest of them picked sides. Tony supporting the accords, Steve being against it. And your family broke apart. Now you must be wondering, what did you do?

You opted out. It went against your morals and your affection for the team. The betrayal you felt, when Wanda chose to broke out of the compound and join Steve, was something serious. You hadn’t expected that to happen and you surely hadn’t expected for Clint to be an even bigger asshole and convince Wanda to break out. You argued with the two of them but they did not give you a chance to placate, leaving in a haste while Wanda put Vision six feet under ground when he tried to stop her. If she could do that to Vision, whom she liked, you didn't want to imagine what she could've done to you.

Rhodey had asked you for a last time, whether you wanted to join them or not. You strongly opposed, stating that you’d stay in the compound or at a friend’s. After Wanda left, you were originally going to stay back but then you received May’s call, that Peter had left for a study tour and you straightened up in alarm. There was no study tour. You packed up an overnight bag and left for Queens, choosing to spend the night with May instead.

Come morning, May was rightfully worried as Peter’s phone wasn’t working anymore and he didn’t answer any of her calls or texts. You were proper annoyed. You just had a hunch that he was at the airport, but when you summoned a connection through the mist—it was confirmed. There he was, in Tony’s private jet, on his way to Germany.

See, you always found his excuses for missing out on stuff dumb, the nervousness and lies practically bleeding through his clothes and body. But you chose to humour him, not wanting to stress him out. But there he was, sitting in the jet, in a fucking Spider-Man suit. As if that’s not a big deal.

You were worried you’d scare May off by accidentally blasting out your powers, so you decided to meditate instead. You stayed with her for the whole day, keeping her company and distracting her. And the next day, you received an alert on your watch from FRIDAY that everyone had returned. You hastily took May’s leave and arrived at the compound to find out—a whole chunk of your family was missing, Tony was sporting a black eye and a broken arm, and him and Natasha looking at you with grim faces.

“What the hell happened?”, you muttered carefully, the compound’s common area was way too quiet.

Tony looked away in guilt, Natasha looked at you in concern.

“Hey…are you okay?”, she asked tentatively, as if preparing you for the worst.

“Nat, I asked you something. What the hell happened? Where is everyone?”, your voice wavered, a lump lodged in your throat.

Tony shook his head, avoiding your eyes at all costs while Nat let out a tired sigh.

“Well, to cut the story short—Steve, Clint, Sam and Bucky are in the raft. They are declared as criminals of the state”, your eyes widened in shock, “Wanda and Vision are on the run. Don’t know where they are right now.”

“What the fuck? Tony? What—and what happened to you? Where’s Rhodey? What even happened between you all?”, you growled, irritated with Tony’s non-verbal stance.

Tony took a deep breath before finally meeting your eye, his black eye making it difficult for him to focus without wincing.

“Rhodey…got shot out of the sky. Paralysed from the lower spine and below. He’s getting operated on right now. Might— Will need prosthetics. And uh-I fought with Cap and Barnes”, his voice was low and heavy with guilt, like he was already blaming himself for everything.

Your eyes widened, “What”, you breathed out, “How—what the fuck even happened, how did it escalate so badly? Huh?”, your voice rose in anger, eyes lightly glowing a muted purple, a purple-blue flame simmering at your fingertips.

Natasha held up her hands to placate you, “Hey—kid, it’s okay. I know this is a lot—”

“Of fucking course, it’s a lot! What were you guys thinking? All of this over a piece of fucking paper? And now—now most of them are on the run, are wanted as criminals and in the hospital? And Tony—”, you pointed a finger at him, “what was Peter doing there?!”

Tony’s eyes widened in surprise, “How—”

“Yeah. He’s my friend. And my classmate. And I have powers that help me track down someone who’s miles away from me”, the flame at your fingertips was slowly engulfing your hand, your eyes turning a brighter purple now. Natasha came close to you, her hand slowly settling on your shoulders in support.

Tony swallowed, his face shifting in pain, “I’m sorry. I’m really—I don’t know what to say, kid. What’s happened, happened. We—I fucked up. I’ll…I’ll try fixing it”, his eyes turned glassy by the end of that sentence and he turned back, walking away from you and Natasha.

You gritted your teeth and clenched your hands into tight fists, your eyes glowing a brighter purple now. The lights started flickering, a few scattered objects and frames shaking, Natasha looked at you in shock and fear.

“Hey-hey, hey, come on. Look at me—(Name), come on. Don’t do this. It’ll be alright. I got you, sweetheart”, Natasha said in a gentle voice, wrapping you in her safe arms. You closed your eyes in resignation, hands relaxing, the common area going back to normal, and you leaned into Natasha, a few tears slipping from your eyes.

You weren’t afraid of being alone, no. But you were human. And somehow, you were that one defective child of Hecate that craved for human connection. You had already lost your blood family. You had to leave behind your half family. And now? Now your found family was broken too. And slowly, your brain started working overtime to convince you that maybe, maybe you were the problem.

-

2018

2 years since your family broke up. 3 since you became an Avenger.

A lot had changed since then.

You grew up, of course. You were 18 and you were a trained Avenger now. Which meant you could assist the rest of them on missions.

But it was of no use because Steve, Sam, Bucky, Wanda, Vision, Clint—they were all still estranged from the rest of you. You found out about Scott, who was put on house arrest along with Clint. You found out that Bucky was in Wakanda, undergoing treatment for his arm and the trigger words. You were really happy when you found out about that. Natasha was also on the run with Steve and Sam. You didn’t know where they went, originally. Rhodey had recovered, his new prosthetics helping him move around easily.

Steve and Tony had made up, for the most of it. Steve sent a letter and a burner phone for Tony to call him on, which felt awfully similar to an exes to lovers thing. You also found out that Steve had lied about Bucky killing Tony’s parents. That one gave you a massive shock. You couldn’t believe that Steve could do something stupid and...immoral like that. And suddenly, you understood Tony’s anger towards him and Bucky.

But he had already forgiven Steve and the others, that much was clear. It was clear to you the moment you saw him in the sling and black eye 2 years ago, his shoulders drawn in like a small child, and you sensed it immediately on him. That was the thing about Tony, he was quick to take all the blame on him and forgive others in his own begrudging and annoying way.

Then you confronted Peter about his superhero activities.

He stuttered his way through the confession and you eventually stopped grilling him, taking pity on his poor face that was red with nervousness, and decided to let him in your secret. He was positively buzzing then, unable to wrap his head around the fact that his best friend was a "fucking--demi-god/demi-titan, whatever, oh my god!" (his words, not yours.) He even made you show your powers to him, ooh-ing at every single spell that you cast in Latin and Greek and the purple shimmer of your magic.

You decided to train yourself harder, wanting to be prepared the next time your help is required in any mission. Practicing with the book of spells and witchcraft that your mother, Hecate, had gifted you after a quest, with your room shut out from the outside world, the smells of burning incense and herbs permeating your bones and every corner of the room. Tony would be freaked out at your training rituals but you assured him that it was just for concentration purposes.

Chiron would contact you every now and then, you would chat with him, Annabeth, Grover and Percy and that would make you feel lighter. They kept you entertained and updated about the stuff happening around the camp or in their lives, with Grover--being your favourite gossiper--subtly hinting at Percy and Annabeth getting closer to admitting their very obvious crushes on each other. That made you happy and sad at the same time because you couldn’t witness that first hand.

You even introduced them to Tony and Peter. Tony and Annabeth had a long nerdy conversation, after which Tony told you that he was greatly impressed and asked if he could give her an internship, while Grover and Percy had a great time exchanging memes and pop culture with Peter.

It was pretty mundane for these two years. You gelled in with Pepper and Happy, becoming an unofficial member of the Stark family along with Peter, who was also an intern at Stark industries now, you kept an eye on Steve and the others, just to reassure yourself that they were okay, although Wanda was keeping you out, wanting to stay hidden for longer and Bucky was still undergoing his treatment. Sometimes you'd see him step out of his hut and feed the sheep, play with the kids, take walks with Princess Shuri minus his metallic arm, but most importantly—you were happy to see that he looked healthy.

-

But then came the ugly purple giant and his army of equally nasty alien soldiers and ruined your life. You went to space with Tony, he was fully against it but you insisted, because your powers could actually be helpful against an extraterrestrial. You fought along side Tony, Peter and the Guardians. You even came close to removing the godforsaken gauntlet from Thanos' hand.

But then it suddenly ended. Time stopped. And everyone started disappearing.

Peter disappeared into a pile of ash right in front of you and Tony, departing with a quiet 'I'm Sorry' and you waited for the same to happen to you, but it never came. You leaned back against the debris of the fallen moon, your blown wide in a state of shock, hands shaking violently while Tony tried to bring you back to life.

You were stuck in that space ship with him and Nebula for god knows how long. Tony's cheeks were hollowed, skin pale, movements slower and you couldn't bear to watch that. You weren't doing any better. You had gone quiet and sluggish, half heartedly listening to Tony and Nebula playing a game of paper football. He fed you the remaining rations, forcing you to eat but eventually he lost his own energy, filming one last message in the helmet of his Iron suit and leaned back into the pilot seat in exhaustion. You had passed out long back, falling unconscious with hunger and the lack of energy or hope.

-

You opened your eyes to a white ceiling, eyes straining against the curtain of exhaustion and confusion, your body weak and limp on the soft bed. You noticed a figure move in the corner of your eye and notice a mop of blonde hair, the whole scene giving you a sense of deja vu, and then you heard his voice.

"Kid?", your eyes flew open. Steve was sitting next to you. Alive. It's been 2 years since you saw him. Your eyes welled up with tears and he laid an empathetic hand on your shoulder, thumb rubbing it gently to soothe you.

"W-where are the others..", you managed to get out and his face turned solemn.

"Nat, Clint, Scott, Rhodey, Bruce--they're all here. The rest..", he trailed off and shook his head. It was enough to make you aware of the situation, swallowing harshly against the lump in your throat as you froze.

Your chest ached as you realised-- you had lost half of your family once again.

-

2023

It's been 5 years since the snap. 5 years since you lost your family again and 5 years of you wallowing in your sorrows, your magic slowly inching towards a darker side. All that anger, sadness and frustration was simmering beneath your blood, ready to unleash at any moment.

Steve and Natasha kept you close, keeping a vigilant eye on you--almost helicopter parenting you--which was funny, because you were 23 years old now. Tony had retired. Completely given up. He had chosen a secluded cabin and shifted there after his and Pepper's marriage. You were glad he took the decision. But a part of you felt angry, because you couldn't have that luxury and you couldn't check on Camp Half-Blood either, the fear of attracting more monsters making you paranoid.

So you simply sat back and observed, waiting for the right moment to strike back, your magic pulsing beneath your veins, waiting to be released.

-

Slowly, people started joining--Thor came back extremely depressed with a talking raccoon who was a part of the Guardians' team, then there was Carol Danvers, who was cool and looked every bit of the leader that she is, and suddenly it was a full house again.

You, Steve, Natasha and Scott had gone to convince Tony to help out when Bruce's (or Professor Hulk's, honestly that was a little scary to you) attempts at making a time machine failed miserably. When you reached the cabin, you stopped dead in your tracks at the visual.

Tony and Pepper had a daughter now, the sight of him cuddled up with her making your eyes well up with tears, wishing you had the same. It was difficult to convince him, naturally, with him having a family now.

"I'm really happy for you, Tony", you whispered and gave him a soft smile, waving a hand to Morgan who shyly returned it before running back inside, "But please, think about it. It's been five years", you requested him and he pursed his lips, the gray in his hair catching the light and his brown eyes glassy with emotion. You knew he would join you. You knew you were asking a lot from him, that he wouldn't sleep peacefully if he did this.

And he did do it. He made time travel possible. And he remade the gauntlet. Only Tony Stark could make it happen. All of you, joined by Clint, went back in time, to gather those stones. And Clint returned without Natasha. It took Tony and Steve together to calm you down before you destroyed the entire set up. You didn't even get time to recover from it when the entire compound collapsed. It was infiltrated and attacked by Thanos and his army again.

You had exhausted yourself thoroughly, casting spells left and right to protect someone or to kill an alien. You protected Clint when he had the gauntlet in his hand, you protected Nebula when she was attacking another alien, you conjured a spell to create the Empousai, who sucked the blood out of the aliens, you used your pyrokinetic powers to light up anything on fire and deflect attacks, you even tried to use your time manipulation powers to reverse the events but the stones and Thanos' power was too strong, him using the power stone to fling you across the field where you dropped down harshly, knocking against the hard ground violently.

That's when you saw, felt and heard, the buzz of a million spirals in the field, the magic of the mystical arts, cast by Strange, Wong and their supporters and you faintly made out blurry figures whizz past you. Suddenly a strong hand clamped around your arm, pulling you up slowly and letting you lean against them, your eyes flying open in surprise when you saw that it was Bucky.

This meant that everyone was back. Bucky handed you over to Tony, who helped you sit up and you heard a thwip above you, hands helping the two of you stand up, the field around you was engulfed in chaos and sounds of pain and fighting. When the person started speaking, you and Tony snapped your heads up to stare at Peter.

Your best friend, Peter. Tony's son, Peter.

The two of you were crying, listening to Peter's nerdy ramble with fond attention before Tony wrapped him up in a hug, Peter quieting down and returning the hug, his eyes closed in contentment and he grabbed your arm to pull you in, the three of you embracing each other in silence.

-

You thought everything was okay now. You thought it was over and all of you could go home, try to mend each other again, when suddenly a bright light blinded you, your concentration breaking and hands coming up to cover your face. When the light faded away, you noticed that it was too quiet.

Everyone had stopped fighting, looking at each other helplessly, trying to figure what just happened when you heard a sound of metal against metal, a body dragging down a piece of debris. You whipped your head to the side to see--Tony. His right side was charred and gray, like he had walked through a wild fire, his eyes were blank, body language sluggish and exhausted.

You felt it--His heartbeat was slower. His breathing too thin. You could feel his soul fighting to stay alive, and you fell to your knees, Steve's arms coming around you to keep you grounded, your eyes brimmed with tears and face damp with them as you saw Rhodey, Pepper and Peter say their goodbyes to Tony.

Peter was held back by Rhodey, his body shaking violently with sobs, Pepper was murmuring something and every single person standing around them had tears in their eyes. You crawled over to Tony, placing a careful hand on his cold forehead, and you whispered a soothing spell, one that would lessen his pain in his last moments.

"Thank you for everything, T", you whispered wetly, his blank eyes shining with tears as he tried to move his head to look at you and abruptly stood up, crying into Steve's shoulder for god knows how long.

-

As if losing two of the most important people in your life wasn't enough, right after Tony's funeral ended, Steve decided to leave you.

He left you, Sam and Bucky behind, without any warning. Well, you assumed Bucky knew but Steve had still betrayed you and Sam. He left the shield behind with Sam, passing the mantle of Captain America to him. You felt proud but empty, unable to celebrate as you were shaking with annoyance at Steve's nonchalance and ignorance.

"Take care and don't underestimate yourself. You still have a family", he told you and gestured towards the two men standing at the end of the grassy path, the wrinkles and white hair making him look like a stranger.

In a way, he was a stranger. This wasn't the same Steve Rogers that you knew. You had walked away furiously, your chest hurting with the pain and frustration. Sam and Bucky watched you leave helplessly, the three of you caught in the same dilemma.

First it was your dad. Then it was Natasha. Then Tony. And now Steve.

Your life had completely uprooted itself and you weren't the same anymore. So as Hecate and fate would have it, you went back to your old friend: isolation.

-

2024

Yeah alright, you had said you would isolate yourself blah blah blah.

But turns out, you can’t resist Sam Wilson, with his big brown eyes and gentle voice working overtime to convince you. He had been the one to coax you out of your depressed state and the dingy apartment that you lived in (that wasn’t dingy at all on the inside, but the exterior helped you to stay undercover. Sam lost his mind when he discovered that you could do the decor stuff too.)

You’d been out of service for a whole year, choosing to keep to yourself, keeping your head down, leaving your apartment only to go for grocery runs or food—that’s all. You didn’t contact anybody, didn’t take up any assignments, didn’t use your magic for saving-the-world-purposes-nothing. You felt like an empty shell of your previous self and there was an ever lasting ache in your heart, your mind constantly sending signals that something—someone was missing.

But when Sam came knocking on your door, scolding you for being off the grid and so difficult to track, he managed to convince you to join him and Bucky for a small party at Sam’s hometown.

You refused, shutting him down quickly. He observed you closely with the eyes of a soldier then--taking in your black sweats, dark blue oversized hoodie dwarfing your body, the bags under your eyes, the smell of lavender and herbs that seemed to stick to you, the dim yet large ambience of your home, the constant fidgeting with your hands--and he let out a big sigh, his heart squeezing with empathy for you.

In way you reminded him of Bucky, who was nothing less than a wounded animal in the initial days. That’s what you looked like.

He then tried to break you by telling you that Bucky wanted you to come, knowing you had wanted to talk to him for a long time, and you perked up at that, reluctantly agreeing to his invitation and also because you couldn't say no to Sam's big-eyed-kicked-puppy-look anymore.

You went to Louisiana with him and joined his family’s cookout. Sam encouraged you to dress up and you did it for him, making yourself presentable after months--wearing a striped blue and white shirt, paired with your most comfortable pair of jeans, your favourite shoes, a brown handbag that Natasha had gifted you, your hair pulled up in a neat hairstyle and your face touched up with light concealer (those eye bags were serious.)

When you got there, the entire place was bustling with happy families and deliciously smelling meals. You eventually spotted Bucky, noticing that his hair was shorter now, and he was playing with 2 teenaged boys. That brought a tiny smirk to your face, happy yet surprised to see him so free and excited like this. Bucky spotted you and ran over, shocked to see you. He tackled you in a hug, a surprised squeal leaving your mouth before you returned the gesture. Sam’s sister and his nephews welcomed you with opened arms, making you forget your pain and suffering for sometime.

That night, you hugged Sam close and cried into his shoulder, him reassuring you that he’d stick around and that he wanted you to work with them. After Sam went to bed, you sat by the dock and looked at the water, the moonlight making it sparkle and Bucky joined you, the two of you chatting for a while before he extended his hand for a possible friendship and acquaintance, and you hesitantly but happily accepted.

This is how you began your new journey, with your new family.

Chapter 2

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satoru gojo was acutely attuned to the air of melancholy.

more specifically, when it was hers.

although he exuded flashiness and a sort of fashionable confidence, made from all shades of purples and reds, there was an underlying natural blue to tie it all together. above all, satoru understood that particular color and all of its woes. it haunted his eyes, slowly seeped through the fabric of all his clothes, and stained his nails with a cold bite of loneliness when everything became too much for him to bear.

and because he knew exactly how it weaved its toxic web of sadness, satoru knew exactly what he needed to do to stop it from getting any worse.

unfortunately, his love wasn’t so good at it.

it would start with a long, aching sort of sigh and a slow stretching of her limbs still heavy from sleep. she wouldn’t say a word, sitting at the edge of the bed like she’d lived through a thousand years and more. satoru quirked an eyebrow at her, reading glasses balanced on the tip of his nose, and winced as her bones snapped and crackled like the bent spine of his book.

“you alright there?” he broached, although he knew already that she wasn’t really.

of course he knew.

you see, there was that red ribbon tying them together in a pretty bow. satoru would always know.

she only hummed once, blinked twice, then sighed again before pulling herself out of bed and clicking the bathroom door shut on him and the whole world. satoru pinched the side of his glasses to take them off, tiredly rubbed some life back into his dry eyes, before purposely getting up with a single-minded mission on his mind.

make his love smile again.

to polish the sole ardor of his heart into a sparkling diamond, brighter than the sun, brighter than everything in the whole world.

but the sight of her all crumpled up on the cold tiles made his heart split and crack.

satoru cooed, “oh, my pretty girl. what’s happened to you?”

his knees creaked as he squatted down to her, and she sniffled, “i think i’m not doing so well.”

“no? my poor baby, but you need to tell me why.”

she stifled a sob, wiping a tear with the back of her hand. satoru instinctively sat down and curved his body over her like a gentle weeping willow. he hushed her softly, hoping it would be a soothing wind easing through the leaves of her mind.

and she did tell him, in a sopping mess of salt and crisscrossed lines of blue doubt. she told him how she felt lost, floating around in a giant hot air balloon that wasn’t going anywhere. how she didn’t understand why someone like him was with a silly girl like her. how it was so hard for her to just say how she was felt, because the words were just so heavy and difficult to even push past her lips.

“it’s not your fault, toru,” she said quietly, a shameful whisper. “but i just don’t understand how to tell you sometimes.”

“well… i think you did perfectly there, baby,” satoru smiled, his hand brushing featherlight touches on her forearm.

she perked up a little at that. “you think so?”

“i know so.”

the ghost of a puppy smile made her lip quirk upwards, and satoru affectionately tapped her nose. “let me run you a bath.”

she nodded wordlessly and let him guide her as always, allowing him to delicately peel her clothes from her skin. she melted into his hands as he lowered her into the gentle embrace of the pearly bubbles floating atop the warm water, letting him carefully wash away the blue melancholy of her soul.

the sheer amount of trust she had in satoru made him seriously swoon sometimes.

and while he may not always be able to scrub away all the stains of his own blues.

hers?

satoru would always wash out it all out.

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GUT ME IN AND OUT

Ch.9. You bury me [BKDK]

You don’t own me.

Katsuki squeezed his eyes shut tightly, trying to block out the memory of Izuku’s voice—trying not to picture those beryl eyes filled with defiance and sadness all at once. What was Izuku hiding from him? What could possibly be so important—so sacred—that he had to guard it even from him?

Would he find anything if he searched? If he tore Izuku apart piece by piece—ripped through muscle and sinew and bone until there was nothing left but raw tissue and viscera—would he find whatever it was Izuku was hiding? The thought wasn’t gentle; it wasn’t tempered by love or softened by tenderness. It was violent and desperate, full of clawing hands and gnashing teeth. He imagined digging into Izuku’s chest with bare fingers, prying apart ribs slick with blood, pushing away the mess of organs to reach whatever lay hidden within. Would it be warm and glowing ichor? Or would it be cold and lifeless—a shriveled thing not worth saving?

Which part of him was the truest? Which part of him was tangible enough to hold onto? Katsuki wanted to know, needed to know, which part of Izuku would let him in without hesitation, without fear or shame or doubt.

If only he could crack open Izuku’s skull and peel back the layers of gray matter one by one until he found whatever twisted thoughts lay buried inside.

The grotesque fantasy clawed at his sanity, leaving him breathless with its intensity. But even as it consumed him, another fear crept in—a quieter, more insidious terror; What if there was nothing there at all?

What if Izuku had erased himself completely—emptied himself out until there was nothing left for Katsuki to find? What if this thing Katsuki was chasing didn’t exist anymore or worse… what if it never had?

What if Izuku had been right not to trust him?

But despite everything—despite all the unguiculated doubts that bit and ripped at his insides like indented gnashers, despite the self-loathing that foamed in his gut like oil of vitriol—one truth remained.

He needed Izuku.

No. It wasn’t just a need. It was a visceral, incontrollable exigency. Like oxygen to his lungs, like blood in his veins—without him, he’d wither. He’d choke. He’d collapse under the weight of his absence. The thought of it was unbearable, not because it suggested weakness, but because it suggested incompleteness. Katsuki had always prided himself on being whole, but Izuku had exposed that lie. He wasn’t whole, not without him.

He needed Izuku.

He needed to stare into those willow eyes that gleamed with inexhaustible fucking hope even when they shouldn’t have. Even when they looked at him. Katsuki needed his laugh echoeing faintly in his ears, idyllic and breathy, like a garden catching the first rain of spring. He needed to feel the way those stupid lashes would flutter against his skin when they were too close.

He needed Izuku.

He needed to feel Izuku’s pulse beneath his fingertips—He needed to press their foreheads together until the distinctions between them blurred into nothingness, until it wasn’t “Katsuki” and “Izuku” but something greater, indivisible and eternal. One being instead of two shattered halves trying to piece themselves back together alone. He needed to feel their breaths mingle in shared silence, their heartbeats syncing in a rhythm that felt older than time itself.

He needed Izuku.

He needed him like a star required hydrogen and helium. He needed him like soil and water and sunlight. It was intrinsic, and it kept him alive when everything else tried to yank his roots. But it wasn’t just need anymore, was it? No, this was greater. Darker.

He wanted him—wanted Izuku in ways that felt like they were tearing him apart from the inside out. He wanted to hold his hands and feel those rough fingers tighten around his own like they were trying to scar him, like they were trying to leave an imprint on his soul. Katsuki wanted proof—tangible, undeniable proof—that Izuku had touched him in ways no one else ever could.

He wanted more than touch. He wanted immersion. To bury himself in everything that made Izuku who he was—the quiet hum of his focus when he studied late into the night, the way he chewed on his pen cap when lost in thought, the way he tilted his head slightly when listening intently, absorbing every word. Katsuki wanted to inhale every fleeting moment until it filled every hollow space inside him.

And it didn’t stop there.

Because this wasn’t just about wanting—no, this was more. He desired Izuku with a ferocity that scared the hell out of him. It was an ache so profound it felt like his ribs might crack under the pressure. He craved Izuku with a desperation that made his stomach churn and his head spin, like a famished man insatiable for more.

Katsuki desired Izuku with a desperation that defied logic or morality or restraint. It made him reckless in thought, if not yet in action—or maybe both.

Desire demanded sacrifice, and Katsuki knew without hesitation what he would give. Mina had asked once—the stupid train dilemma: ten thousand kids or the person you cared about most? The answer had come easily, almost cruelly so. Ten thousand lives could burn for all he cared if it meant sparing his. Protecting him. Keeping him.

He would raze cities to rubble and rend flesh from bone. He would turn forests to ash, and tear apart the very heavens if it meant keeping Izuku safe. Protecting him. Holding onto him. Katsuki would gladly shoulder the weight of an unthinkable sin if it meant preserving that singular, irreplaceable fragment of heaven he had found in Izuku. There was no price too steep, no act too monstrous when weighed against the light Izuku carried within him. A light so blinding it left Katsuki scorched and breathless.

His admiration for Izuku bordered on worship, and maybe it had always been that way; maybe he had always looked at Izuku like he was something holy, something more than human.

Admiration wasn’t supposed to hurt like this, though; it wasn’t supposed to feel like swallowing sand with every breath you took near someone who shone too brightly for the world around them.

Izuku made it hurt. He made everything hurt. The kindness that softened his edges also left him vulnerable in a world that thrived on cruelty. The selflessness that inspired awe also put him in danger time and time again. And the bravery—the reckless, maddening bravery—filled Katsuki with a terror so deep it felt like drowning.

How could someone be so good? How could someone care so deeply, so completely? And how could Katsuki love that goodness while hating what it cost? How could he revere someone so deeply while wishing they were just a little less themselves if only to keep them safe?

So yes, Katsuki would kill innocents, rip apart families, and devour the very notion of morality itself if it meant sharing even a sliver more of Izuku’s life. If it meant being allowed closer to that impossible brightness for just a moment longer. He would consume anything, everything, to preserve what they had, what they could have.

His admiration for Izuku was pestilential, excruciating.

Izuku mesmerized him—every ambitious look, every veracious smile carved itself into Katsuki’s soul.

It wasn't just the big things about Izuku that gripped him, though those were certainly enough to bring him to his knees. It was the tiny, insignificant details—the kind of things no one else seemed to notice but somehow consumed Katsuki entirely.

The way Izuku would doodle on his hands turning it into an entire ritual that Katsuki couldn’t stop watching, no matter how much he berated himself for it. Izuku’s fingers would glide across his own skin with a sort of absentminded precision, like they had always been meant to draw constellations across the canvas of his calloused palms. The ink bled into the grooves of his knuckles and the lines of his palms, creating galaxies that seemed to pulse with life each time Izuku’s pen hovered over them.

Sometimes, Katsuki caught him pausing mid-doodle, his brows furrowing as though deciding if the starburst he’d just added needed another line or if it was perfect as it was.

Katsuki’s throat would tighten in those moments—how did someone make even indecision look so damn captivating? And when Izuku noticed him staring and gave a sheepish laugh, holding up his ink-stained hand like he’d been caught red-handed, Katsuki could only grunt and look away, pretending his heart wasn’t beating like a war drum in his chest.

And then there was the humming. Gods, the humming. It wasn’t loud or obnoxious; it was soft, almost like Izuku didn’t even realize he was doing it. Katsuki would find himself straining to catch the faint melody whenever Izuku ran his fingers through Katsuki’s spiky hair, the strands slipping between his digits effortlessly. Sometimes it was a tune from a song they both knew, something they’d listened to together on lazy afternoons when neither of them felt like speaking. Other times, it was something entirely new, melodies that seemed born from whatever mood struck Izuku in that moment.

Along with Izuku’s hands, the way they fidgeted with everything and nothing at all whenever he was nervous or lost in thought. His fingers would find Katsuki’s sleeve more often than not, tugging gently at the fabric as though grounding himself in its texture. It always started small, a hesitant brush against Katsuki’s wrist before those sturdy fingers latched on completely, twisting and untwisting the hem of his shirt in an unconscious rhythm that drove Katsuki absolutely insane.

It wasn’t just these things—it wasn’t just one thing—it was everything. The tap of Izuku’s feet against the floor when he got impatient during long lectures; the way his hips swayed ever so slightly when they walked side by side; the smart-ass comments that always left Katsuki scrambling for a comeback because fuck him, how did Izuku get so clever?

It was in the way he talked about magical creatures like they were old friends instead of distant curiosities, how he’d spend hours researching ways to help them even when no one had asked him to. It was in the way he guided lost first-years back to their common rooms with patience and a smile that had them looking up at him like he was their hero.

it was in the grating, maddening details that Katsuki found himself drowning, unable—and unwilling—to swim his way out.

It was in the way he always left books scattered everywhere—on chairs, under tables, precariously stacked on the edge of shelves where they threatened to topple at any moment. Katsuki had tripped over more than one in his time. “Do you ever clean up after yourself?” he’d barked one evening after nearly breaking his neck on a thick tome about magical fauna. "Why should I?" came the reply, breezy and unconcerned as he lounged in front of the fire, legs sprawled out. "You’re the one who keeps picking them up. Feels like you’ve got it covered." Katsuki had wanted to strangle him—and yet somehow, even then, he couldn’t stop staring at how the light from the flames flickered over his skin, warm and golden.

It was in his sarcasm—biting and relentless—because he couldn’t seem to say anything without a layer of irony. “Do you ever not have a smartass answer for everything?” Katsuki had asked one day, exasperated after being met with yet another snarky retort. He’d shrugged nonchalantly, lips quirking into that infuriating half-smile that made Katsuki feel the butterflies come alive once more. “Will you ever have something clever to ask?” And Katsuki hated how much fun it actually was—hated how much he looked forward to every verbal sparring match, how they left him feeling alive in a way nothing else ever did.

It was in the way he was. All of him.

It was in his stubbornness—the way he would dig his heels in on the smallest, stupidest things. The way he insisted that jelly absolutely belonged on ice cream despite Katsuki’s vehement protests to the contrary.

“You’re just uncultured,” he’d said once during an argument about it, guiding a big spoon of his mixture into his mouth with an exaggerated flourish. “And you’re disgusting,” Katsuki had shot back, but there was no heat behind it—not when he could see the faint trace of sauce clinging to the corner of his mouth, not when his tongue darted out to lick it away without thinking.

It was in every scar and burn marring his skin, marks that told stories Katsuki didn’t know yet but desperately wanted to.

It was in the moments of quiet vulnerability. Like when Katsuki caught him staring out of a window one rainy afternoon, expression unreadable as raindrops traced paths down the glass. “You okay?” Katsuki had asked softly, hesitant to break whatever spell held him there. He’d blinked then turned to look at him with eyes that seemed older than they should have been—eyes that knew too much pain for someone so young. “Yeah,” he’d said after a long pause, forcing a small smile that didn’t quite reach those haunted eyes. “Just thinking.” And Katsuki hadn’t known what to say because what could you possibly say to someone whose sadness felt so vast it could swallow you whole?

But it wasn’t just sadness.

It was anger that simmered from above the skies; resentment directed at a world that had been cruel and unforgiving; hatred sharp enough to cut through the lower mantle.

It truly was everything.

He was devoted to him, utterly and hopelessly so. Yearning for him as the sacred hum beneath his skin reverberated the memory of his touch.

Reverent and pious.

Katsuki fucking worshipped him in ways that felt both sacred and impious.

It was…

Love

Fuck.

Fuck FUCK FUCK FUCK—

It wasn’t gentle or clean or fucking poetic. There were no soft symphonies, no lingering gazes under a silvery moonlight, no metaphors about hearts fluttering like trapped birds. No, it wasn’t anything like the saccharine nonsense those idiots in school tried to pass off as love, with their hollow sonnets and flowery prose.

This was something else entirely, something crude and uneven. It was shambolic. It ached like an old wound refusing to heal, compelling him forward even as it threatened to ruin him. It was corrupt in ways that twisted his intestines into impossible into knots, leaving him desperate, insatiable, for more. For him.

God, he hated it. Hated how it wolfed him. Hated how it owned him. And yet, he hankered for the way it set his veins on fire, the way it made his pulse hammer against his ribs.

It was everything—too much and never enough all at once.

It was nothing—a void that devoured every shred of reason he tried to cling to.

It was everywhere—infecting every corner of his mind with the sound of his voice, the curve of his smirk, the fucking smell of him.

And yet somehow, impossibly, it was nowhere—just out of reach no matter how hard he clawed for it, no matter how many walls he tore down trying to grasp it.

It was more.

It was less.

It was love.

Real love—the kind that ripped you apart from the inside out and didn’t bother putting you back together again. The kind that didn’t give a single fuck about mercy or reason or self-preservation. It ingurgitated you whole, left you in tatters, and still had the gall to demand more. It left you bleeding on the floor with nothing but the taste of salt and iron in your mouth, and yet you begged for it because somehow—somehow—you couldn’t fucking live without it.

Katsuki loved him so much it hurt.

It wept.

It bled.

[fairytalesofforever]

SOC fic masterlist

I can't believe I haven't done one yet, so:

Catch and Release (directly post CK, 2K words/one-shot, kanej)

The two deadliest people in Ketterdam struggle to sit together and learn some things in the process, including, but not limited to, that they will always come back to each other.

the ichor in their veins needs feeding (modern AU, 1K words/one-shot, kanej, helnik, wesper, platonic everyone/found family)

To be young is the nearest thing to being immortal. Or, a modern AU.

the willows' lullaby (verrry post CK [like several decades], 1.5K words/one-shot, kanej)

Her hair is white and her hands are lined, but she wakes up and asks for her knife. Kaz can refuse her nothing. Or, a series of reflections before the end.

The Best Worst Kept Secret in Ketterdam (post CK, 260K words and counting, kanej, wesper, mentions of past helnik, alby rollins/OC, platonic everyone who's still alive)

She’s really not their child, they promise. Unfortunately, she has other ideas: Cue the Parent Trap, but with trauma.

renegades in the ring (circus AU, 6K words/one-shot, kanej, helnik, pre-wesper, platonic everyone, jordie lives)

A magician with a mind as sharp as his tongue. An acrobat searching for her wings. A sharpshooter looking for freedom. A prodigal son with some tricks up his sleeve. A fortune teller looking to love in peace. A wolf trainer starting a new life. What happens in the Big Top, stays in the Big Top.

used to be mine (during and post-books, 4K words/one-shot, kanej, background implied wesper, platonic inej&jesper and inej&wylan)

"The lynx and the Wraith and the girl of the Ravkan fields are bidders in an auction for pieces of Inej Ghafa, whoever that is." A spy, a captain, a Saint; the treasure of a certain criminal king's heart; she has lost everything and more, but she has always been dangerous. songfic to "She Used to Be Mine" from Waitress

we're still in it, but in a minute (post-CK, 1.5K words/one-shot, kanej)

It’s a good night for them. For both of them, actually. “Can I try something?”

To Meet a Monster (pre-canon, 1.6K words/one-shot, outsider POV)

“Just now,” said the boy, “You were sizing me up, weren’t you? Thinking you could take me?” There was a dare in his eyes, a cruel black glitter that begged to be set loose. “I want everyone else to think that, too. And I want a weapon to prove them wrong.” It's hard enough to be a Fabrikator hiding in Ketterdam. It only gets worse when the boy called Dirtyhands wants something from him.

If I went to touch you now (during SOC, 7.5K words, WIP/eventual two-shot, kanej, background helnik, background pre-wesper, platonic Inej&Nina and Inej&Matthias)

"The marks were there, after all, clear as day—some black with destiny, others colored with a fate already found." It seems impossible. After all, the black marks that they bear are supposed to be the first place their soulmate will touch them someday. But Kaz and Inej both have to wonder—who would want to be the other half of a broken soul? Who would dare to touch the untouchable? Why would they obey the laws of fate, determined as they are to break all the others?

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Ares (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- My Headache by Zeus

Destroyer of Men, The Bloody Prince, The City-Stormer by the people of Olympius

Bro by Apollo

Beastie by Lyssa

Brother Bear by Hebe & Eris

Honey by Hera

Age- 18 (immortal)

Location- Unknown

Personality- Ares is an overwhelming, violent, destructive guy. He's also extremely reckless, bloodthirsty, and impulsive. He never turns down a fight. At times, Ares is praised for his courage, tenacity, & physical beauty. There's also this painful vulnerability to him, which only a few have seen.

He has the standard abilities of a god. As the god of war, battle, combat, conflict, strength, endurance, courage, bravery, valor, determination, fearlessness, fear, dread, terror, horror, panic, wrath, anger, rage, fury, outrage, indignation, bloodlust, violence, brutality, ferocity, barbarity, carnage, savagery, aggression, murder, killing, slaughter, manslaughter, massacre, assassination, execution, bloodshed, weaponry, arsenal and armor his other powers/abilities include pyrokinesis (his fire burns a dark red-orange color), battle precognition, haemokinesis (blood manipulation), telumkinesis (being able to telekinetically control various weaponry), communicating with/shapeshifting into his sacred animals), limited necromancy, his sonic battle roar, and odikinesis (being able to manipulate the feelings of war- like hate, rage, & fear). He’s also dominantly experienced and knowledgeable in all military tactics.

His sacred plants are maples, nettles, hellebore, pansies, poppies, buttercups, burnet, verbena, willow, aloe, yarrow, garlic, onions, ginger, thyme, rosemary, basil, pepper, paprika and all thorny plants- such as thistle, hawthorn, cacti and even the rose.

Noticeable physical features include his intense coal black eyes as well as his tattoos- which covers most of his body. 

Some of Ares’ most notable tattoos includes a lotus scepter (dedicated to his mom), a golden apple (dedicated to Eris), a lit torch (dedicated to Eileithyia), a little fountain (dedicated to Hebe), and even a bloody lightning bolt (dedicated to his father).

He’s the son of his parents- Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning) and Hera (goddess of women & marriage). 

Other members of Ares’ immediate family include his full brother Hephaestus (god of the forge) as well as his full sisters Eris (goddess of strife & discord), Hebe (goddess of youth), and Eileithyia (Ella) (goddess of childbirth).

He’s surprisingly fluent in Serpentis!

He also has a bunch of half siblings (including, but not limited to) Apollo (god of the sun, music, poetry, healing, medicine, archery, plague, light, & knowledge), Dionysus (god of wine), Athena (goddess of wisdom), Hermes (god of roads, travelers, thieves, merchants, messengers, speed, trade, sports, borders, thoughts, communications, money, & luck), and Artemis (goddess of the hunt & moon).

Ares enjoys listening to rap, heavy metal, hip-hop, & punk rock music. He also doesn't mind classical music from time to time- saying that it's his “decompressor.”

His primary address is a loft apartment at The Black Knife- the tallest luxury high rise apartment building in the Little Sparta neighborhood of New Olympus. The building is an architectural feat of glass, steel, & black chrome. Ares shares the loft with two of his good friends (and Zeus’ employees)- Kratos (god of strength) and Zelus (god of envy, jealousy, & zeal).

The interior design of the loft is very industrial with the color scheme being red, black, & steel gray. There’s barbed wire lining the ceilings while there’s a stuffed boar’s head at the front door. On the walls inside there are stuffed animal heads along with various mounted weaponry- including a pair of Astrean Silver katana swords. There’s plenty of black leather furniture along with metal & glass furniture pieces. 

Ares also owns a beach house in Themyscira in addition to a mansion in Sparta, one of his sacred states.

At his mansion in Sparta he owns over two dozen pets- including vultures, boars, hawks, & various dogs- rottweilers, bloodhounds, german shepherds, pit bulls, as well as doberman pinschers. 

Even though he has a royal issued chariot- a feat of red & gold pulled by four black immortal fire breathing horses named Aethon, Phlogius, Conabus, and Phobos, Ares primarily likes to get around in his hulking black motorcycle.

Ares also has a royal issued helm and crown (for official appearances). His crown is a simple black steel circlet set with big fat square rubies.

He’s a proud “momma’s boy.” Ares loves Hera, her comforting scent of jasmine that he picks up whenever they hug, and her positive affirmations whenever he’s feeling down on himself. When he first used to visit her at the townhouse after she filed for divorce- the two of them would have a cup of tea and she’d even trim his hair.

The role as his mother’s protector started very early in life for Ares as a young godling. He was a witness to his parents’ screaming matches (that never became physical). Zeus would retreat to one far end corner of the palace while Hera would remain in the royal bedroom- crying. Ares (after watching the servants), prepared a cup of kashmiri tea & brought it to his mother, wiping the tears from her face. He regrets not saying goodbye to her before he left.

A go-to drink for him is a high flyer. He also likes beer, bloody marys, cola, red wine, steamrollers, whiskey sours, pomegranate juice, whiskey sours, tomato juice, boilermakers, black russians, dirty martinis, in addition to rum & cokes. A usual from The Roasted Bean is an olympian sized dark roast coffee (no sugar).

Ares’ relationship with his father is less than non-existent. He doesn't even remember if they were ever close when he was a godling. A few weeks after news of the divorce went public, Ares went to the royal palace to finally confront Zeus about the constant disrespect he’s shown Hera. Things were said and before long, fists were raised, furniture was destroyed & thrown about, and a lightning bolt was shot- sending the war god through the window. Ares would’ve been a bloody heap of ichor and bones had he not materialized vulture wings on his back in time. 

He was so humbled and embarrassed after that, that he decided to leave Olympius for a while entirely. Ares left a note for his current girlfriend Eos (Titaness of dawn), left behind his smartphone and most of his belongings at the loft, threw a black duffle bag on his shoulder, & hasn’t been seen since.

Ares knows that if ever he decides to come back, he’s due an ass kicking from Eris. Out of all of his sisters, she’s definitely the one closest to him. They’re a trip-hop sadcore music duo called Discordic Harmony. She sings while he raps. 

Ares can play the drums and the synth keyboard & he can even beatbox! 

His favorite song of theirs is "Bite the Bullet."

He loves the sloppy joe sandwiches from The Bread Box.

Ares loves annoying Ella and Athena & he even partakes in the tea parties Hebe has with her dolls. He also takes her to the arcade and Palace Playtime toy store, where he bought her a stuffed pegasus.

Three of Ares’ most favorite desserts are his mom’s kulfi, as well as the dark cherry baklava & chocolate fudge cake from Hollyhock’s Bakery.

Nationwide, Ares is the top manufacturer of guns- which is used by the police & military. 

He serves as an aide to the country’s military along with Athena.

In New Olympus, Ares has a bar called The Crushed Skull and a tattoo parlor called Blood & Ink.

There’s also nationwide shooting ranges called The Andreiphontês Armory.

Before Ares left, he even founded a motorcycle club called Zeus’ Angels.

He's vehemently against steroids and growth hormones.

In the pantheon Ares is cool with both of his uncles- Hades (god of the dead) and Poseidon (god of the sea & earthquakes), Thanatos (god of death), Hestia (goddess of the hearth), Adranos (god of fire), Lykos (goddess of wolves), Palaestra (goddess of wrestling), Alala (goddess of the war cry), and Urso (god of bears).

His official mentor was Menoetius (Titan god of rage, violence, & rash actions).

Ares can’t stand Eos’ older brother Helios (Titan god of the sun).

He also admires Perses (Titan god of destruction), Kydoimos (god of uproar & battlefield confusion), as well as Polemos (god of the war cry).

Ares used to have this HUMONGOUS crush on Enyo (goddess of war, destruction, bloodlust, & devastation).

He’s had many romantic relationships in the past- including with some amazons from Themyscira, Nike (goddess of victory), Lyssa (goddess of rage & frenzy), in addition to brief flirtations with Achlys (goddess of the death mist, poison, misery, & sadness) and Ailuros (goddess of cats & warfare).

He loves watching movies that have high octane action, violence, & gore!

His favorite foods include the inferno burger along with olympian sized cajun fries and inferno chicken tenders (with buffalo dipping sauce) from Olympic Chef, steak (smothered in onions), a slab of spicy barbeque ribs (with extra hot sauce), overstuffed gyros (with extra tzatziki sauce), in addition to his mom’s tandoori chicken with white rice.

In his free time Ares enjoys wrestling, basketball, archery, hunting, working out, sword fighting, playing video games, boxing, poker, pankration, mixed martial arts, and hanging out with family- without Zeus’ presence.

"War doesn't always determine who's right. It determines who's left."

[antonymphdraws]

Dandy's World OC: Webby Blackwidow

Bio and details below!

“Webby is the toon that knows all about bugs. From the big ones to the small ones, from six legs to her favorite eight legged arachnids. To some they might look scary and gross, but she finds the beauty in each and every one of them.”

Full Name: Webby Blackwidow

Species: Insect/Bug

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Voice Claim: Erika Harlacher (Ann Takamaki - Persona 5)

Toon Handler: Willow Lebeaux 

Dandy Store Quote

“Oh, Webby. Hope you’re not scared of spiders…”

Requirements

3250 Ichor

100% Research on Twisted Webby

Complete all Mastery Quests on Flutter

Appearance

Webby is an insect with a lavender head and arms. She also has a pair of “mandibles” on the sides of her mouth as well as antennae. She has purple eyeshadow and eyelashes on each eye. She wears a black long sleeved sweater with a pink ladybug on it, a black skirt with a pink crosshatch pattern, and socks with black and purple stripes.

She has six arms, similar to Astro, but unlike Astro, Webby can retract her extra arms and bring them out whenever she wants. 

Personality

Webby is a passionate Toon, especially when it comes to bugs and insects. She is headstrong, strong-willed and quite protective of her friends (as seen in her dialogue when activating “Infestation”)

She is aware that she often gets weird (even sometimes frightened) looks from others, but doesn’t seem to mind them too much. Despite being headstrong, she’s usually laid-back and mild-mannered. But she doesn’t like it when people judge others (or bugs) for their appearance, interests, or behavior. 

She does tend to display a bit of a “creepy” side to her, sometimes she does it to scare folks (in a cheeky/mischievous way), other times it’s unintentional.

Stats

Rank: Main

Health: 2 Hearts

Skill Check: 3 (Size 150/Value 2)

Movement Speed: 2 (Walk 12.5/Running 22.5)

Stamina: 2 (125)

Stealth: 4 (15)

Extraction Speed: 5 (1.50)

Abilities

Infestation Active This Toon brings out a swarm of bugs to distract all Twisteds. Severely slowing them down by 50%. Has a cooldown of 75

Hivemind Passive All Toons can see this Toon’s location and current health status at all times. 

Dialogue 

Finishing extraction

“Well ain’t that the bees knees?” “Busy, busy, busy as a bee~” “Gotta make a beeline for the next one!” 

Descending to the next floor

“Like moths to a flame…” “Gosh, I’m getting butterflies over here…” “Oh how time flies!”

Activating “Infestation”

“Bring on the swarm!” “Leave them alone!” “Pick on someone your own size!”

Twisted Webby

"One of the main characters of Dandy’s World, now wracked with an insatiable hunger. Stay clear of the webs this Twisted has placed, or she’ll come at you like a delicious fly. If you happen to get stuck, mash the spacebar like your life depended on it!”

Rank: Main

Speed: Above Average (19)

Attention Span: Average (2.5)

Detection Range: Slightly Above Average

Twisted Webby is a large, roaming Twisted that wanders the halls aimlessly. Whenever Twisted Webby spawns, a couple of spider webs will spawn in random locations on the floor. The amount of webs depends on how big the floor is (3 webs on smaller floors like the Greenhouse, 5 webs on larger floors such as the Warehouse and Astro’s Floor.) Stepping into these spider webs will cause you to get stuck in it. In order to get out of the web, you must repeatedly and quickly press the spacebar to fill up the bar that appears once the web is activated.

She can also detect when someone gets stuck in her webs. If she isn’t already chasing another Toon, she will start running to the web that was recently activated.

Twisted Webby produces quick, spindly footsteps, like a spider skittering on a hard surface. She creates a tarantula’s hissing sound when spotting a player.

Twisted Webby’s bottom half is replaced by spider legs, kinda like Twisted Shelly. Ichor is mostly around her mouth (implying that she ate a toon) kinda similar to Shrimpo.and Teagan. She also looks like she’s drooling.

Twisted Research Trinket: Bug Jar

Trinket Category: Stealth

Increases Stealth by 40% when extracting from a machine

Trivia

She is Flutter’s older cousin

Coincidentally, all of her extraction dialogues are sayings related to bees.

Webby’s voiceclaim being Erika Harlacher is a reference to the fact that she voiced the spider-themed assassin Sadira in the Killer Instinct reboot.

[llondonfog]

diasomnia month // prompt 08 — spring

death had been kinder as of late.

forget-me-nots carpet graves almost as soon as the marker has been set in place, a dreamy cushion of blue to ease the aching grief of gathered loved ones. the soldiers fallen in the fields glimpse one final sight of their ravaged bodies cradled by poppies, effervescent and sweet, before they depart for the afterlife— a strange sense of peace to comfort their violent souls. and for the animals, the gentle creatures who nestle in the arms of the earth to return home, a bower of weeping willows with a green-pearled curtain to shelter them in their final hours.

as the heir to their immortal kingdom, such unusual blessings did not go unnoticed from malleus' keen supervision.

he has known the god of the dead for far beyond the mortal realm's ability to comprehend, and lilia has persisted for millennia beyond even malleus' incredible existence. it is not an existence that he is particularly boastful about, though many gods would be— malleus knows of private conversations that he was not meant to hear, of lilia's despair at the endurance of his belief, when malleus' own mother was cast down into the terror of obscurity by the ever-changing whims of humanity. as such, he knows that lilia regards the humans they are meant to shepherd with a sense of bitter apathy; it is not hard to understand, even share his beliefs, when humanity continues to devour itself with senseless wars, the lives of themselves and gods in the invisible balance.

so it is more than peculiar, strange even, that lilia should be taking such an active interest in the weeping and wailing of the very people he despises. and such abnormality calls for a visit— an unprompted one, by the prince of all gods, who prided himself on his ability to prepare for even the worst of circumstances.

(could it be? had lilia finally left for whatever great unknown that awaited gods, had the absence carved into his immortal soul by the loss of malleus' mother and father finally poisoned him so, his duties now carried on by some new and unfamiliar cult figure?)

all of this, malleus was prepared to accept.

malleus was not, however, prepared to find the god of the dead, the lord of the very underworld himself, frolicking in a field of wildflowers with a child laughing and bouncing gleefully on his hip, with baby fat fingers fisted into locks of shadow-slick hair and a smile bright enough to rival the sun.

a child, bearing the blessing of lilia's godly might— a child, malleus realizes with awe and an eerie sense of impending doom, whose very blood sings with lilia's own ichor.

a demi-god.

[splattergai]

hello! may i request a guro lolita themed ID pack! guro lolita is a subset of lolita fashion focusing more on horro that cuteness && common motifs are blood, bandages, eye patches, and fake bruises.

Names: Doll, Widow, Charlotte, Vivienne, Liv, Anesthesia, Loli, Lola, Florita, Viola, Blair, Penny, Rosemary, Annabelle, Meg, Shelley, Coraline, Ivy, Stitches, Yersinia, Rubella, Willow, Dahlia, Wednesday, Iris, Marigold, Foxglove, Hellebore, Injury

3rdpp: go/gore, gore/gores, blood/bloods, horr/horror, horror/horrors, stab/stabs, dea/death, death/deaths, rot/rots, brui/bruise, bruise/bruises, injury/injurys, clot/clots, patch/patches, scare/scares, boo/boos, stain/stains, gut/guts, entrail/entrails, organ/organs, rip/rips, tear/tears, mal/mals, bleed/bleeds, vein/veins, ichor/ichors, needle/needles, point/points, crack/cracks, scream/screams, bandage/bandages, wrap/wraps, viscera/visceras,🩸/🩸s, 🔪/🔪s, 🫀/🫀s, 🩹/🩹s, 🏩/🏩s, 🪓/🪓s, ❤️‍🩹/❤️‍🩹s

Genders: humanmeatgender, arranchere, bloodsplattic, doctorthing, bloodbandal, bloprikleine, bloodgoreic, virstuel, gurogxrl, bloodygirlgender, operbloolic, autopsygender, bloodicandic, heartbloodial, bloodwrappic, sweetbloodgender, pinknific, gortufem, gortureguro, gurotured, cannixgurogender, luvorelita, gorinsangel, plushcutorigic, gorecute, cakegoreic

Titles: prn who is bleeding, prn who bleeds, the one who is bleeding, prn who is bruised, the one who bleeds, the bleeding one, the bruised one, prn with blood-stained clothes, prn who kills, the bandaged one, prn who is bandaged

[thetooncaravan]

ASKS OPEN!!

You can Phone Calls/Letters (ASKS) to Members of the Caravan About themselves. Or you can Ask me some Meta questions

Rules

1. No NSFW 2. Be respectful 3. Check out Operation Ichor (Its great and provides context to the Caravan) 4. Check out my other Blogs (If you want)

Characters:

Beatrix Amply, William Tablet, Dan Dodgeball, Annie Hush (Don't expect much of a response from her), Maria Willow, Gizmo Cog, Roxy Detoné, Violet, and Hextor Presto! Plus Submitted Characters: Aelous and Ivan Inkwell! Credits: @collectingsorrows444 for Aelous @slumbrr-r for Operation Ichor @thepersonaking56 for the inspiration for Asks @izafetess for Ivan Inkwell

[im-so-normal-i-swear]

Give me that Scylla thing you said you were gonna write or ill eat you anyways love you, buddy system, yada yada 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

I got you pookie beat

Scylla lifted her dress over her head and slipped into her spring, warm from Helios’s sun. Willow leaves and rose petals drifted across the surface, tangling in her long blonde hair. She closed her eyes and sank underneath the surface.

The sweet, clear water soaked into her skin as she floated there, delighting in the luxury of her private spring. Her hair swirled around her in a cloud, and her body became weightless in the sun–bright spring.

Scylla was beautiful, enchanting, and by the gods, she knew it. Her sunlight hair flowed like a waterfall. Her tanned skin was unblemished and perfect. She had golden eyes framed by luscious black eyelashes, and she always knew exactly how to enhance her looks with jewels and clothing. She was a vain creature, but anything that looked this good was allowed to be.

A golden leaf drifted by, the exact colour of her eyes, trailing a sweet-smelling sap. That was odd, Scylla had never seen that type of plant before.

As an immortal naiad, Scylla had never seen anything that couldn’t be explained with a simple “the gods are fighting, darling”. This leaf felt unnatural, riddled with purple veins and pulsing with sap. Unnatural, and frankly, unpleasant to look at.

Scylla reached out a delicate finger and touched the leaf.

It began to spin in the water, faster and faster. Golden sap–oh gods, it looked like ichor��filled the spring, rushing towards her.

She tried to swim away, but the sap was faster, writhing like Medusa’s snakes. It wrapped around her wrists and ankles, tearing at her skin, her eyes, her hair. It swirled around her in a vortex, taking pieces of her with it.

Her hair was ripped from her scalp. She reached a hand–a claw?–out to catch it, but it dissolved in her fingers. She could feel each bone in her body as it shattered, then re-formed, shredding her perfect skin, turning her into something horrible. Scales pushed their way out of her body. She grew and grew, heads and tentacles and teeth made to kill. Her ichor mixed with the plant’s sap, muddying her crystal waters.

Scylla’s new body was burning with pain. Her claws, still fresh, scratched at her scales, ripping them off, swipe after agonizing swipe.

She was screaming by now, a haunting sound, rattling her aching bones. Scylla couldn’t have made that kind of sound. No nymph could. Nothing she knew could have thrashing tentacles, and six massive heads filled with teeth.

Only a monster could.

~~~

The first time ships came to Scylla’s cave, a dark mockery of her old spring, she hadn’t eaten for months. She was still immortal, but in her new, monstrous form, she felt hunger and pain and sorrow.

Terrified of being seen as she was now, she had found this cave, far from where she’d lived before. She had planted herself in this spot, and she had no plans to come out and face her family, ever.

The ships floated into the strait, slowly, almost nervously. There were three of them, each one laden with mortals, running around trying to get wherever they were going. Were they leaving home? Returning? She couldn’t ask. She had lost her language along with her lovely blonde hair and lithe naiad body.

Scylla turned her ugly heads away. She might have looked like a monster, but she would not become one. She was better than that.

But weren’t mortals so plentiful? Weren’t they so fragile? Besides, there was a chance they wouldn’t make it home anyways. Travel was dangerous, and wasn’t she just another part of the dangers now?

Her stomach screamed at her, begged her to take a bite. Just one mortal, just one.

Before she could think, react, stop herself, all six heads darted out from her hiding place.

The mortals shrieked and rowed as fast as they could. Their efforts were useless. Six heads dove down, six heads snatched six screaming mortals. Six men died to fill her stomach.

Tears flowed from her eyes. Had she really killed six men? Was satiation worth it, to know she stole fathers, friends, brothers? Could she really live like this? Scylla wanted to go home to her spring. She wanted to kneel to Circe, for that was who had turned Scylla into this, and beg her to change her back. She wanted her old naiad life back.

The next few times the ships came, Scylla didn’t hesitate. She lifted her heads and brought the ships closer with her tentacles, taking six, twelve, eighteen mortals if they were slow enough.

She still felt that pang of guilt, gods, she did. It tore her up inside to kill that many. As a nymph, she had never killed before.

At least, she didn’t think she had. Time was becoming… odd. She couldn’t remember certain things, and some details were fuzzy. She knew she had been a nymph once, beautiful and cruel, but not a monster. She had started out as an ethereal creature, she knew, but what colour had her hair been? How had her body been shaped? Did she ever have fingers that didn’t end in claws?

The only thing she had kept from her days as a nymph were her golden eyes.

She never looked at her reflection anymore. It was too painful.

When the ships returned, Scylla didn’t see mortals with lives, with families. The ships were devoid of life and thought. Nothing aboard them mattered, not really.

Scylla only saw food.

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please know whenever you give any ichor lore in either tags or a post, i am going

i love love love lore drops.

Wooo!!!! It is so freeing to hear that, thank you haha!!! Everytime you rb or ask or smth I always kinda just go

AND. Y'know- ya know what this gives me the chance to do??? LORE DUMP (putting it under the cut because it might get long lmao-)

I went back on my old phone (basically my art storage system) to find some old art of Ichor!! Like, the four pieces above are not completely Canon anymore, (I couldn't draw Paps to save my life 😭) but this was from before I had decided how Ichor and Reward were created!

The first one labeled 'Judgement' is actually a pretty accurate portrayal of New God aged Ichor! This was when I had it planned that Ichir was the God of judgement abd he made some poor choices so Balance chipped a piece of his power into Reward and Ichor had to raise him. That's no longer the case, but the design transfers over! In the second one 'Punishment and Reward' you can see that Balance's Halo was going to be on Ichor too! This is technically something he *could* manifest still but he deeply chooses not to. The design from 'Eclipse Era' for Ichor is 100% accurate. This was the Era when Ichor ran away from the god's to go stop a prophecy + ended up falling in love and having a full mortal family. (They- they're dead as hell but uhhh-) Then the training fits were scrapped, but the concept continues. Ichor has to train to keep himself healthy since his godly magic is weakened, abd Reward drags him out to do little exercises once they're trapped in the Catacombs!

Another thing is this one specific tree? (Looks goofy af, ignore that- it's meant to be a weeping willow but fluffier lmao-) It's on a ridge a few mountains away from Mt. Ebbot, overlooking a mountain village that Ichor always went back to. It's their sacred tree, but Ichor was the one who made it so different. Smth smth his blood got to the roots once. But basically if he's mourning, if he's celebrating, if he has any big occassion he goes to this tree. It would break his heart if this Tree was ever cut down or severely damaged by anything that wasn't Weather related.

And (old art again, rip my skills-) once upon a time, Ichor could manifest Dragon Features from his magic! Now this translates into a Canon ability to turn into a dragon-ish beast form, but that's more his bones reshaping and less Gold Magic Manifestations lol. He's always had a connection to dragon-vibes, and because he doesn't use gaster-blasters, he *is* the blaster. Only when he needs it though. (And with the chains he can't change shape at all, so that's only a post-story kinda thing or pre-chains thing lol-)

I also have another scheme cooking (two, actually?) One with his Sons (the immortal ones that exist in Catacombtale and escape into the Omega Timeline if that happens-) and the other is Regarding the first drawing I ever made of him and doing a comparison lol- Hoping this was fun lore in the meantime!!

[crowbarsolo]

The Special Guests

Title: The Special Guests

Fandom: One Piece

Rating: T

Content warnings: canon-typical violence, mild horror imagery, insects

Characters: Nico Robin, Cavendish

Ship: Cavendish/Robin

Prompt used : Take My Hand

Summary: Robin and Cavendish attend a mysterious nighttime celebration hosted on an uninhabited island, though their date is disturbed when Hakuba senses something off about the other guests.

Excerpt:

The oars slid in and out of the river without a sound. Near the shoreline, tangled clusters of roots bobbed above the water, weeds fanned around them like drowned women’s hair.  Aside from the drowsy hum of the dragonflies, the island was silent, unnaturally so; a silence of enchanted forests and thorn gardens and ancient castles in which princesses slept.

“I do hate to be a bother, but are you sure we’re meant to be here?” Cavendish asked. Experience had taught him that where princesses slept, witches were never far.

Robin smiled and parted her hands, revealing a pair of horned stag beetles. “I’m not,” she said, “but they are.”

The beetles’ horns both pointed North, deeper inland. At the sight, of the insects, the Other that slept within Cavendish stirred. He saw his own hands reaching out to pluck the insects from Robin’s hands, snapping off their heads and drinking their ichor, even as the rest of him recoiled at the prospect. Let me out, Hakuba said. A wild beast pacing, shaking the bars of its cage.

“I’m sorry,” Robin said, misreading his shudder and covering the beetles again. “Thank you for indulging me. I know it’s probably not what you had in mind when you asked me out.”

Indeed, when Cavendish had sent her a messenger dove bearing a brief declaration of his love on five parchment rolls of tightly-packed iambic pentameter, he’d been thinking of something rather along the lines of a ballroom. The opera. Perhaps a picnic in the park, if she wanted to give in to the adventurous urge that had once driven her to sail with the Pirate King. “Not at all,” he demurred. “I love to contemplate nature, on the rare occasion it’s placed in front of me.” A mosquito came to rest on his neck. He released one of his oars to swat it. Pacified by this small offering of blood, Hakuba quieted.

“I’m afraid there won’t be much contemplation happening tonight if all goes according to plan,” Robin said, watching the sinister thickets of willows with a smile. She wore a black evening dress and stiletto heels that seemed ill indicated for a hike in the wilderness, though Cavendish could respect her refusal to compromise her own sense of drama for practical reasons.

“A plan! I like the sound of that,” he said encouragingly. “I’d like it even more if I had any idea of what it entails.”

Robin did not answer right away. “I’ve spent all my life looking for dead cultures,” she said. “Decaying monuments, old rites and religions, ancient scripts that can no longer be read by the living. Tonight, I am looking for something I never thought I’d see.”

“And what’s that?”

“The dead coming back to life.” She raised a hand to point at a dark recess in the greenery. “Here’s our stop.”

Read the rest here.

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[ID: screencap from willow 2022 of graydon in nockmaar, looking sick. superimposed text from tumblr user dongboss reads: do you guys like me *i double over and start throwing up viscous black ichor right in front of you* sorry /end ID]

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Selene (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Kitten by Endymion

Sel by Helios

Mom, Mother, Mama by her children

Sweetheart by her parents

Age- 31 (immortal)

Location- Elis, Olympius

Personality- In contrast with her twin brother's flashy and outlandish demeanor, Selene is much more introverted. She has a classy regal-like flair & is also passionate, sensual, and loyal- to those she loves. She's married.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess. As Titaness of the moon, moonlight, lunar cycles, night, darkness, shadows, mind, subconscious, emotions, feelings, sensations, mood, behavior, prophecy, omens, premonition, intuition, instinct, reflection, madness, insanity, lunacy, delirium, femininity, womanhood, women, pregnancy, childbirth, menstruation, fertility, travel, journeys, wandering, navigation, sailing, water, oceans, rivers, lakes, tides, waves, dew, time, cycle, & months her other powers/abilities include lunakinesis (lunar energy manipulation), photokinesis; as it relates to moonlight, lunar gravitokinesis, fertility manipulation, umbrakinesis (darkness/shadow manipulation), communicating with/shapeshifting into her sacred animals, night vision, limited chronokinesis, being able to communicate with other nocturnal animals, dew manipulation, temporarily inducing a being with madness, limited sleep inducement, tidal wave manipulation, levitation, teleportation; by creation of moon portals, vitakinesis; by way of generated & actual moonlight, as well as limited chalázikinesis (cold manipulation).

Her divine symbols include the crescent moon, cloak, horns, silver, moonstone, torches, as well as the chariot.

A notable physical feature of Selene are her dark blue eyes which have flecks of silver.

Her sacred plants are the myrtle, willow, poppy, daisy, lily, rose, carnation, buttercup, orchid, & wallflower.

Selene’s natural scent is a mixture of lavender and lilies. 

She comes from a respectable Titan family. She’s the eldest daughter of Theia (Titaness of sight & heavenly light) and Hyperion (Titan god of heavenly light). Selene has a fraternal twin brother Helios (Titan god of the sun) as well as a younger sister Eos (Titaness of dawn).

Her nieces are Phaethusa, Circe (goddess of sorcery), and Lampetia. 

Selene is married to a mortal man named Endymion that has gained immortality. They currently share 25 daughters so far- a single birth, two sets of fraternal quintuplets, two sets of identical triplets, two sets of fraternal twins, and four single births. Some of her daughters include Pandia (goddess of the full moon), Ersa (goddess of morning dew), Achelois (goddess of the moon & comfort), Helena (goddess of the eclipse), Ioli, Cressida (goddess of the crescent moon), Esmeray (goddess of the half moon), Orani, Mona (goddess of the new moon), and an energetic two year old- Aurora (goddess of the celestial light).

She’s fluent in Latin.

Selene, her husband, and their girls live in the state of Elis, in a mansion bought by her parents. It’s built out of marble & ivory. Inside, the walls are made from moonstone. The roof is domed shaped- built from stained glass that shimmer under sunlight and emits a gentle calming light at night. The predominant color scheme is silver, gray, midnight blue, pearly white, & dusty pink. The flooring throughout the mansion is half glossy marble and half soft dark blue mink carpeting. The ceiling of the living room is a masterpiece of celestial art- painted with a large depiction of moon phases, swirling star patterns, and constellations. There’s stainless steel appliances in the kitchen in addition to Astrean Silver cupboards. The mansion is also baby proofed for the youngest children, some of whom are still crawling and learning how to walk. There’s also linen furniture with moonstone, glass, and marble furniture pieces. The mansion also has an observation deck- complete with telescopes for stargazing. 

Selene’s bedroom has a color scheme of pastel lavender, silver, and dark blue. The flooring is light gray mink carpeting. There are framed photos of her daughters, her other family members, as well as celestial art all over the walls. There’s also a faint smell of lavender. The king sized bed is an ultra plush dream with blue & silver satin pillows and many pale pink, dark blue, and light gray sheets & blankets. 

Her Astrean Silver chariot is in storage. 

The family also owns a vacation house in the state of Olympia.

The family has many cats as pets. There’s also the two immortal horses that used to pull Selene’s chariot.

She loves listening to classical, pop, and R&B music. Selene is obsessed with the song “Body Talk,” which was released by a Spartan noble named Hyacinth. Pale Blu’s song “Little Whisper Heart” is the ringtone for her smartphone.

Selene typically starts her day a bit late, considering that she’s up most of the night. She’s either cleaning up, doing the laundry, meal prepping, or pumping breastmilk for her youngest children. Selene has employed two full time night nurses- a nephelai named Avalon and an oread named Alaina. She doesn’t mind staying up at night as that’s when Selene has the most energy & clarity. If there’s a bit of free time before her daughters start waking up, she enjoys some quiet time with a book. 

She has a LARGE collection of romance novels in her library room- her favorite subgenres being thriller, erotica, paranormal, & historical.

Selene absolutely loves her wedding ring- an oval shaped halo blue sapphire ring that has a white gold band.

By the time the morning is in full effect, there’s no time to really freshen up, so she’ll settle for a quick cold shower before dropping off her oldest daughters at school and her youngest daughters at daycare.

Selene looks forward to the moment where she can fully relax- enjoying a warm bubble bath with her favorite lavender soap. She catches up on her reading and listening to music through her iCHOR Tech wireless speaker that’s connected to Musify.

A go-to drink for her is a diamond blue cocktail. She also likes mineral water, lavender tea, ginger ale, vodka martinis, her homemade iced hibiscus tea, champagne, pomegranate juice, cola, red wine, rum & cokes, medium cookies n’ cream milkshakes from The Frozen Spoon, as well as her homemade hot chocolate. Usuals from The Roasted Bean are a medium dark chocolate mocha and a large blueberry açai splash.

Before she leaves for work, Selene will check in on her husband, who’s generally lethargic, an aftereffect of his achieved immortality as well as a punishment that’s been lifted by Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning). If Endymion is asleep (which is usually the case), she’ll change the blankets on him and turn on the air purifier in their bedroom. If he’s awake, Selene will leave a cup of chamomile tea for him in addition to a bowl of rizogalo.

She generally has a romantic fashion style. Fabrics like silk, lace, satin, chiffon, linen, & denim are major staples in her clothing. Selene loves a good pair of high waisted skinny jeans. The color scheme of her clothes are primarily pastel hues of pink, purple, silver, blue, and white with pops of black & dark blue as well. Floral print as well as moon imagery are major motifs in her clothing. There’s her signature LBD (little black dress) hanging on the front of her closet. Staples in her closet include simple tees & tank tops, linen and silk blouses, leggings, mary janes, pointed toe pumps, ankle boots, flowing maxi dresses, midi skirts, tea length dresses, as well as silk & denim jackets. 

Selene is fond of wearing white gold and silver jewelry- her go-to accessory being a simple pair of white gold hoop earrings.

For high class events, she loves wearing elegant saris made of the finest silk and satin- embroidered with the most elaborate of designs.

For the most part, Selene keeps her makeup look generally understated with some mascara, eyeliner, some foundation, and lip gloss. She goes all out during social events- like date night with her husband. Selene’s fond of smoky shimmery eyeshadow in addition to a bold dark lip. 

A typical breakfast for her is a bowl of oatmeal topped with granola, honey, & dark chocolate chips. She also likes dosas with onion chutney, her husband’s scrambled eggs (added with tomatoes & black olives), as well as a bowl of Golly Grains cocoa craze cereal. 

Aside from riding her chariot through the night sky, pulling in the moon as an established Titaness in the past, another moment in Selene’s godly career was when she aided the Olympians in the fight against Typhon, a monstrous being that threatened the rule of the Gods. Her time left her permanently scarred- some raised jagged skin on the side of her waist. In Selene’s godly form, the scars glow like moonlight.

Long ago, she had a brief, but passionate affair with Zeus, all the while knowing that he was married to Hera (goddess of women & marriage). Selene got swept up in the emotions, finding the young king’s boyish arrogance and energy appealing. Before Zeus, she also had a long term relationship with Pan (god of the wild, satyrs, shepherds, & rustic music).

Something changed when she had her heart stolen by Endymion, who at the time was a shepherd, tending to his parents’ farm. Selene looked upon the mortal man with dark blond hair, pale blue eyes, a squarish jaw, and pink lips- silently declaring him the most beautiful being she’d ever seen. 

For months, she’d silently watch him on the farm- tending to the sheep with such grace & care, swim in the creek with physical prowess, and read in a cave on Mt. Latmos. One night, Selene came upon Endymion who was tending to a wound he suffered from earlier when he was practicing his archery with a few of his friends. “I can help sir, If you permit?,” Selene quietly offered. Endymion looked up at her in brief awe and shock. “An immortal. A Titaness. Why have you come here?,” he asked furrowing his brows. Selene sheepishly shrugged her shoulders. “I couldn’t find sleep. Your sounds of wincing kept me up,” she joked. Endymion smiled, his perfect pink lips giving way to his equally beautiful straight white teeth. Selene thought in that moment that she’d lose all sense & decency, but she maintained her composure. Endymion agreed and with her healing abilities, Selene healed the gash on his arm with divine moonlight.

For the next few months, Selene visited him nightly on Mt. Latmos. She’d almost be in a lucid like trance, watching and listening to Endymion read poetry passages & old epics. The sound of Endymion’s voice felt like soft silk caressing her skin. 

One night, Selene surprised him with a poem- a love poem she’d written herself about her feelings for Endymion. She was a body filled with frayed nerves as she nervously recited it, keeping her eyes on the parchment, knowing that if she were to look into his eyes, it’d be over. When Selene was finished, she abruptly tore the parchment into tiny pieces, letting them fall to the floor of the cave. She wrapped her arms across her chest. Selene looked up at Endymion, who was now standing in front of her. He caressed the side of her face with his thumb. “Forgive me,” she whispered unsurely. “What’s to be forgiven? No woman has ever written me something,” Endymion said as he placed a kiss upon her brow. He kissed her closed eyelids as well as her nose and then his lips finally met hers. The initial kiss was slow & tentative at first- their lips lightly grazing against each other, light & delicate. Selene moaned with desire as she brought her body close to Endymion’s- her fingers finding his naked chest through his chiton. He growled as he deepened the kiss, his tongue finding its way to Selene’s. It was all consuming, sensual, and passionate. It was as if they were sucking the air out of each other. Endymion stripped his chiton off, placing it on the floor of the cave. He laid Selene’s naked body on it and soon found his head between her legs. She cried out in pleasure when she climaxed, the sound of her moans echoing in the cave. Under the cover of the full moon’s light, they made love. 

When the relationship was initially found out, Selene’s parents warned against it. “No good can come from being with a mortal,” Theia had said firmly, but Selene didn’t care. She & Endymion were in love and they were going to be together- for eternity. 

When it was found out by the king, it turned into a huge disaster. When Selene went to see Endymion at their cave, she found him by a bed of slate. At first she thought he may have been drunk, but when she got closer, Selene saw him, deeply breathing, his eyes closed. She tried shaking him awake at first, then yelling his name, but nothing worked. Endymion was still alive. Why couldn’t he awake?

It was soon discovered that Endymion had been cursed by Zeus, who was still feeling bitter over the end of his own affair with Selene. She tried pleading with Zeus for many years, but was curtly rebuffed or outright ignored. Selene during this time was an emotional wreck. She stayed at her brother’s place in Rhodes. 

After a “sit-down” with Selene, Helios, their parents, as well as the king & queen, the decision was made to have Endymion’s curse lifted. Seeing her love’s beautiful blue eyes made Selene the happiest being in all the realms. 

Her favorite frozen treat is cookies n’ cream ice cream- especially the cookies n’ cream ice cream sundae at The Frozen Spoon. Selene likes her sundae with extra cookie crumbles, chocolate fudge, & whipped cream. 

When the time came for Selene & Endymion to get married, they had a private ceremony on Mt. Latmos. Helios served as the witness while Zeuxo (goddess of marriage) served as the officiant. Selene wore a form fitting backless pale silver mermaid style floor length silk gown. Her hair was in a bouncy high ponytail and she carried a bouquet of white roses. 

After all these years, Selene is very dedicated to her husband- even with the lingering after effects of the curse. There are times when she feels like Endymion isn’t trying hard enough to push through- to be a more active & involved spouse and father. There are also prolonged moments when she sees the Endymion before the curse- whether its him reading bedtime stories to their youngest daughters, helping their older daughters with homework, cooking dinner, and even spending time as a family in the backyard where he makes s’mores for all of them. Selene is also proud of the fact that Endymion made the decision himself to sign up for physical therapy- to strengthen his weakened muscles.

In the pantheon & in her family, Selene is known for her delicious jalebis- a crispy and airy swirly shaped dessert made by deep frying fermented batter then soaking it in a sweet, saffron-infused sugar syrup. She makes them often.

She has a good relationship with her parents, despite their feelings towards Endymion. Selene knows that at the end of the day, they just want the best for her. Theia believes that he’s using the curse as a crutch to be a “freeloading self-indulgent bum.”

Her favorite desserts include Eos’ mangalore buns, Theia’s malpua (topped with cardamom & extra powdered cinnamon), as well as the cookies n’ cream rolls and blueberry baklava from Hollyhock’s Bakery.

She wishes that she was a bit more closer to her sister- as Selene & Helios were fully established Titans by the time Eos was born. She knows that she only ever calls Eos when she needs extra help with the girls, but Selene’s been trying to change that- especially since her baby sister is to be married soon.

The BLT salad with extra mayo dressing, bacon, & croutons is her favorite thing to get at The Bread Box. 

Selene loves all her girls- especially dressing them up in extravagant saris. Some of the oldest ones do embroidery with her. She feels bad for her eldest daughter Pandia who often volunteers a lot of her free time to help her and the nannies with the youngest kids. Selene wants Pandia to be a regular teenager. She tries to spend time with her girls individually as well as all together as a family. On occasion, Selene has given more attention to her daughters that don’t have godly powers/abilities.

Guilty pleasures for her include the lamb gyros from The Parthenos Grill- the restaurant chain owned by Athena (goddess of wisdom), a slice of pepperoni pizza, as well as the chicken nuggets from Olympic Chef. Selene will typically order a box of 20 nuggets (with plenty of barbeque dipping sauce) along with a medium order of onion rings. 

For her long lustrous dark hair, she loves using the Glory’s Crown deep moisturizing shea butter shampoo and conditioner. She also likes the ambrosia honey hair gloss in addition to the refreshing lavender hair mist. 

Selene and Helios still have a close sibling bond. Oftentimes, he’s the one that she voices all her frustrations to when feeling overwhelmed- whether it's about Endymion, her worry of being an adequate mother to her girls, or her personal feelings of melancholy. To Helios she’s the “teen whisperer,” as Selene’s been helping out with navigating Circe’s attitude. 

Her financial income comes from being a licensed midwife with her own private practice. Selene owns a birth center clinic in downtown Elis called the Mene Cradle Care. Her and her other employees provide primary care for women- including prenatal & postpartum care, family planning, as well as gynecological services. Selene also attends home births- for women with low risk pregnancies. 

Selene has even released her signature parfum called Moonmist. The notes of scents include rich black currant, plum, lavender, sandalwood, fluffy marshmallow, and fresh peony. A 3.4 fl.oz. bottle costs 80 drachmas.

In the pantheon she’s good friends with Astraeus (Titan god of dusk), The Pleiades (Maia, Electra, Celaeno, Taygete, Alcyone, Asterope, & Merope), Leto (Titaness of demurity & motherhood), Hesperis (goddess of the evening & sunset), Aion (god of time, eternity, & the zodiacs), Felis (Titaness of cats), Epione (goddess of soothing pain), Nárkosi (goddess of sedation), Arktos (goddess of the night sky & constellations), Hesychia (goddess of quiet, stillness, rest, & silence), Lyrikós (Titaness of voice & song), Nymphe (goddess of self-care), Eváeros (goddess of air & the zodiacs), Karme (demi-goddess of the harvest), Philotes (goddess of intimacy, friendship, & affection), and Kéfi (goddess of mirth).

There’s also Alectrona (goddess of the sun & morning) who’s a close friend of the family. 

Selene was the official mentor towards Artemis (goddess of the hunt & moon).

She was mentored by another esteemed lunar deity- Phoebe (Titaness of prophecy, the moon, radiant intellect, & mystery). 

For other means of income Selene models for/endorses her mother’s jewelry brand Euryphaessa, her eldest nieces’ designer shoe brand Phaelam, as well as Megaleio- the designer handbag brand started by Clymene (Titaness of fame & renown).

Kéfi gifted her a gorgeous sapphire blue moon jeweled clutch from Diamond Ave. Selene has also accepted her invitation to attend the upcoming NOFW- New Olympus Fashion Week. 

Selene enjoyed her most recent birthday- which was a laidback celebration at home. Endymion surprised her with breakfast in bed and afterwards they made love in the bath. During the evening, he helped some of the oldest daughters cook some of Selene’s favorite foods- like pastitsio and rajma dal with white rice. Pandia, Achelois, Esmeray, Cressida, and Ersa presented their mom with a cake they baked- a deflated two layer cake made from cookies n’ cream batter. They put way too much store bought vanilla frosting- mainly to cover the burns. Selene was touched. Even though the cake didn’t particularly taste all that good, she still ate a slice. 

She enjoys watching true crime shows as well as soap operas on TV. Selene’s a new fan of the paranormal romance drama Marked by the Lycan- which follows a young mortal woman named Melina who enters a very torrid & steamy affair with a werewolf shapeshifter named Aiden, the head of a ruthless motorcycle club. Selene sets up her digital recording device that is installed with her TV to record episodes of the show while she’s at work. 

In her free time Selene enjoys yoga, swimming, running (especially in her shapeshifted wolf form), hiking, gardening, cooking, pottery, going to the cinema, oil painting, going to the spa, shopping, tai chi, and spending time with her family & friends.

"I still rise with the moon."

[fractaldunes]

Day 1: Fav OC

[...] Tulip stands and climbs out of her tent. Its dark. Very dark. Faint light from a moon burdened by clouds and the smoldering coals of the campfire do little to cut through the thick fog forming in the mountains. A sparse scattering of trees encircling her, digging through the rocky soil.

A sudden hollow buzz rings in her head and she falls to her hands and knees. It hurts. Piercing the veil. Sounds of corrupted static pour from her mouth as black bile follows. At first it is a trickle, but it soon Blooms into a cascade. The thick black ichor runs through the gravel and seeps into the earth.

She tries to stop its flow. Tries to hold her mouth shut. But she can't. As she moves her arms towards her face, she loses all stability. She buries her face in the black-stained gravel and the discharge from her mouth stains her face as well. She coughs and hacks and feels something rising in her throat.

She does not have a throat. Deemed too costly and unnecessary to implement. But, painfully, it rises regardless. It expels itself from her mouth. It lands with a squelch and, though it may just be warped perceptions, seems to pulse.

Tulip smashes the black lump with her hand. Again. And again. Black fluid spattered everywhere. She is marked by it.

The fluid stops flowing from her mouth. It's over, at least for now. She crawls back to her tent and lies down, not caring to prevent the black fluid from staining everything she touches. She doesn't care anymore. All she needs to do is survive a little longer. Make sure Willow is safe. Then, she is free to go. Free to go.

Tulip enters power saving mode. Her senses flicker away one by one.

She does not dream.

She awakens to hazy beams of light shining through the fog. She looks at her hand.

It is clean. [...]

[waterydream]

THE MOON IS WANING.

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HISTORY

Guardian Miaumi Auction (Voting) Opinions. #UnACTION > Songs Mentor Thoughts on classmates... A Failed Escape?

CHILDHOOD MEMORY

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PET-HUMANS

Aurien (1&2)  Ichor (comic) Cindy’s flower crowns Sirius (& others) (comic) Willow (1) (2)

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Behavioral incident

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S40 Contestant Interview Interview on Round 13