#Athena she/it/verse/gold

[provider-of-pronoun-checks]

Hii!! Could I please get a pronoun check for Athena and the pronouns she/her, it/its, verse/verses, and gold/golds please? I like to roleplay, watch anime and journaling. My favorite character is Spike Spiegel from Cowboy Bebop! I'd really appreciate it :)

This is Athena! I love her name, and its pronouns? Stars above, verse truly has such stunning taste! Like, golds name? Amazing. Athena's pronouns? Just, so cool!!

Athena also likes roleplaying! That's very cool of her, I wonder if it has a certain thing that verse likes to roleplay as? Do you think gold roleplays as characters from an existing show or does she make up its own characters? Oooh! Where do you think verse roleplays? I'll be sure to ask gold! Oh! That reminds me again! Does she have a certain style of roleplay? That's one of the things I want to ask it when I next come across verse! Maybe gold could show me!

She also likes to watch anime! I wonder if it has a favorite anime? I know verses favorite character is Spike Siegel from Cowboy Beebop, but i don't know if that's golds favorite anime! I'll be sure to ask her later, maybe it would show me verses favorite! Ooh, do you think fold would want to watch some with me?

She also likes journalling! I wonder when it started journaling? Maybe verse would show me some of golds older entries! Ooh, that reminds me, what kinds of things does she journal about? Does it even journal about a certain thing or does verse just journal about lots of things? I'm not sure! I'd have to ask gold.

Anyway, I hope she has a great day and that it makes sure that verse takes care of goldself!

[boldbrokenbravery]

WHERE: Downtown 

WITH: Anyone

WHEN: November 4th, 2022

Athena would’ve been sat in her regular corner of the café, which she is a frequent patron of. An avid space that is one of her favourite locations to visit — having found the atmosphere and environment conducive to get her work done in. Ever since she moved to Fairford, the young lawyer has managed to make the town’s best kept secret into her most preferred safe haven for when she needed the refuge of the haunt away from the bustling rowdyness of her fellow peere, which made the shared office bullpen space at the firm impossible to find any peaceful quiet in order for her to concentrate to achieve the desired productivity she required to conquer all of the piles of training workloads flawlessly with perfection, even despite the less than conducive noises produced by the activities of the pain in her neck colleagues.

Plus, it definitely didn’t hurt as an added benefit that the baristas working there were all very good eye-candy that weren’t bad on hurting the eyes, if she may provide her brutally honest opinion, but would never be caught dead giving an admission verbally as a confession. The lawyer was drowning knee-deep in the fine-print details of a case from one of the firm’s most important and highly respected, valued clients, which just meant that she could not afford anything breaking her attention and causing her to screw up her fine-tooth combing endeavours after somehow managing to acquire the opportunity to e an assist on the case if she wanted to still have any sort of future in the legal industry after this case is said and over with when they succeeded in putting it to bed. Finally managing to look up from her laptop after having been hunched over it to the extent that a knot formed in her neck from the sheer tension, she straightened her posture and took a large gulp of her now lukewarm cup of liquid gold in the form of a double-shot espresso mocha. Seeing someone new enter from her desk, she greeted politely with a highly clear eloquence confidently.  ❝ I recommend their lattes, if you’re here for a caffeine boost. ❞ 

[tellescope]

The Simulation (or as ELOHIM called it; the Garden of Worlds) was made of many disparate areas connected via a temple. Each area had a different aesthetic and ELOHIM designed each one using assets provided to him by the Institute for Applied Noematics, who designed the whole system (and him).

He built these 'worlds' much like a video game developer builds maps for their game, but using pre-made assets. And he was quite proud of each area, particularly of the puzzles within. But this post is about one area in particular; World B, the ancient Egypt section.

Of all the worlds in his Garden this was the most distinct, and his favorite.

After Athena shuts the Simulation down she chooses to upload its remnants, and thus ELOHIM, to the Gold Disk that becomes the basis for new AIs and the core of their shared neural network. When creating new robotic people to rebuild civilization there is a boot-up and calibration process that takes place in this new virtual network environment, and we see that it appears to be a rebuild of part of the Simulation. Notably the Egypt section.

And when those people go into Sleep Mode their AI, their consciousness, falls back to that core basis; what is left of the Simulation. It's in shambles, a very visually glitchy environment, and notably is only the Egypt section.

Parts of World B/Egypt are all that remain of the Simulation aside from ELOHIM himself because it was his favorite place. When the system was shutting down he, in a sense, clung to that part. He didn't know he was going to survive, that Athena would save him. He thought in that very moment his death was finally at hand, and he chose to shift as much of his code as possible to be close to those file locations; one last comfort in his farewell.

In doing so it meant that upon upload it was mostly his code and those files that were retained, and thus what was available to him when creating the new calibration environment. He's just as proud of that environment and its puzzles as he was of the matching part of the Simulation.

And I think his love of those ancient-Egypt-styled assets would translate to a love of the real thing. He'd like to see the pyramids one day. The old human civilization may be gone but many of their structures still stand, and those pyramids have certainly stood the test of time. Perhaps one day his children will expand their reach across the globe and he'll be able to see them through their eyes. Or perhaps in his crossover verse someone will take him there.

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Enyo (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- The Bloody Goddess by the people of Olympius

Vicious E by Ares

Bullet Babe by Zeus

Age- 39 (immortal)

Location- Little Sparta, New Olympus

Personality- An ultimate bad-ass, she's well known in the pantheon for her short temper! She's unapologetically brutal, harsh, & unforgiving. Positively, she's fiercely determined and passionate. She's recently married.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess. As the goddess of war, destruction, bloodlust, & devastation her powers/abilities include pyrokinesis (her fire burns a bright red), limited geokinesis (can cause earthquakes- not to the level of Poseidon), odikinesis (manipulating the feelings of rage, anger, & violence in others), flight (due to her black swan like wings), telumkinesis, being able to communicate with/shapeshift into her sacred animal- the swan, haemokinesis (blood manipulation), and summoning weapons out of thin air.

Enyo's main abode with her husband is the top floor of The Stratios, a luxury high rise apartment building in the Little Sparta neigborhood of New Olympus. They also own a mansion estate in Sparta & are thinking about getting a beach house in Themiscyra. Inside the apartment, the ceilings and walls are made out of pure bloodstone while the floors are a flawless black marble. There are lots of metal & leather furniture with many decorative pieces of armor, helmets, and weapons lining the walls. There's a separate war room as well as a room that's filled with a wide arsenal of various weapons. When Enyo is not in the mood to use her wings, she gets around in her sleek black sports car. She has two pets- twin dragons (a boy & girl) named Bellum and Bellona. Their bright crimson & silver scales are often complimented on!

A go-to drink for her is a cranberry martini. She also likes red hot shots, bloody marys, mulled wine, beer, negronis, manhattans, red wine, dark cherry cola, & black raven cocktails. Her usuals from The Roasted Bean are the large cranberry cherry spalsh and olympian sized roast coffee (with a bit of sugar).

Enyo starts off her mornings with a super intense cardio workout along with a session of kickboxing at the gym. She then goes to the spa for a session of acupuncture.

She loves steak & eggs for breakfast, putting way too much inferno hot sauce on top! She likes her bacon extra crispy and nearly burnt & she also likes when her husband makes his eggplant-ground pork stuffed steamed buns.

Enyo surprisingly has her own glamour doll collectible!

One notable moment in her godly career was when she awarded the gold medal to a giantess named Atonia at the Olympic Tournament who broke the record for the javelin throw!

A favorite sweet treat of hers is chocolate cherry ice cream.

Enyo is well versed in many fighting styles including mixed martial arts, capoeira, kyusho jitsu (pressure point martial arts), muay thai, and pankration!

She once almost came to blows with the Titan goddess Themis after she rendered a verdict in a court case where Enyo was in attendance.

In the pantheon she's friends with Aegaeon (god of sea storms), Hysminai (goddess of fighting & combat), Gymnasia (goddess of excercise & gymnastics), Philotes (goddess of sex, friendship, & affection), Dyssebeia (Bess) (goddess of ungodliness & impiety), Proioxis (goddess of attack, onrush, & battlefield pursuit), Dione, Adikia (goddess of injustice & wrongdoing), Kéfi (goddess of mirth), Atë (goddess of mischief, ruin, blind folly, delusion, & downfall of heroes), Hybris (goddess of insolence, hubris, & reckless pride), Perses (Titan god of destruction), Menoetius (Titan god of anger, violence, & rash actions), Poena (goddess of punishment); mother to The Furies, Alastor (god of blood feuds & vengeance), Felis (Titaness of cats), and Kakia (goddess of vice & moral wrongdoing). Enyo doesn't mind Athena (goddess of wisdom) & has on more than one occasion been impressed with her. Outside the pantheon, she has friends who are Giants & Amazonians. Enyo has been a mentor twice- to Lyssa (goddess of rage & frenzy) and Eris (goddess of strife & discord).

She loves getting the spicy barbeque rib sandwich from The Bread Box.

Enyo recently got married to her husband Polemos (god of war cry) three months ago on a private beach in Sparta (this particular beach is known for its black sand). They first met a year ago during construction of the Thereitas military base in the city. To say their chemistry was instantaneous is an understatement! Perses jokingly remarked that the initial meeting was akin to "a bomb meeting a stick of dynamite." They couldn't keep their hands off each other during photos at the grand opening of the 2nd largest military base in New Olympus. A week after his divorce from Ioke (goddess of pursuit, tumult, & battle rout) was finalized, Polemos proposed to Enyo with a yellow gold band custom oval cut rhodolite garnet ring surrounded with yellow canary diamonds, rubies, & white diamonds. Her wedding dress was far from traditional (garnering an audible gasp from Hera)- a backless curve hugging sheer black dress with a corset bodice and tulle sheer skirt.

She loves the Olmorfia matte lipstick in "Carnivorous", a dark red color.

Enyo has a good relationship with her step-daughter Alala (goddess of war cry). When Alala visits they'll go shopping, check out the latest action movie at the cinema, & go to the gun range.

A guilty pleasure of hers are olympian sized cajun fries from Olympic Chef!

Her main job is overseeing the Thereitas military base with her husband. For other sources of income, she models for/endorses Delicious Xtasy, Megaleio, & atelier fantaisie. She also sometimes writes for The Oracle newspaper and O Dianooumenos. Enyo is also a professional wrestler! Her stage name is Black Widow & some of her signature moves include the riptide, pop-up body toss, prism trap, stalling suplex, & full nelson slam. There's excited and frightened buzz about an upcoming match between her & the cyclops Maneater.

She once knocked a mortal guy out cold when her tried grabbing her ass while she was walking with Alala.

One of her favorite gifts she Enyo ever got was the white gold bloodstone & onyx charm bracelet from her husband.

Kéfi gave her a swan shaped jeweled clutch from Diamond Ave. for Christmas.

Her & her husband are HUGE basketball fanatics! When watching games, they always rep for their favorite team- the Sparta Spears!

Some of Enyo's favorite foods include sausage & pepper skewers, feijoada with white rice, baião de dois, steak (well done) smothered in onions, lamb souvlaki, & moussaka.

In her free time she enjoys working out, sword fighting, boxing, mountain climbing, basketball, riding on dragonback, volleyball, archery, cliff diving, baseball, volcano boarding, clubbing, and lava surfing.

"I don't know of any lesser evil than war."

[deathlessathanasia]

“One of the longest fragments (fr. 30 S–M) is an account of Zeus’s marriage to Themis, a union that produces the Horae: πρῶτον μὲν εὔβουλον Θέμιν οὐρανίαν χρυσέαισιν ἵπποις Ὠκεανοῦ παρὰ παγᾶν Μοῖραι ποτὶ κλίμακα σεμνὰν ἆγον Οὐλύμπου λιπαρὰν καθ’ ὁδόν σωτῆρος ἀρχαίαν ἄλοχον Διὸς ἔμμεν·  5 ἁ δὲ τὰς χρυσάμπυκας ἀγλαοκάρπους τίκτεν ἀλαθέας Ὥρας. First the Moirae brought wise-counselling, heavenly Themis with golden horses from Ocean’s springs towards Olympus’ sacred stair, along a shining road, to be the first wife of Savior Zeus: she it was who bore the gold-filleted bearers of shining fruit, the constant Horae. (All translations are my own.) Pindar’s account seems to differ deliberately from Hesiod’s, in which Themis is Zeus’s second wife after his marriage to Metis (Th 886–900) and gives birth to both the Moirae and the Horae (Th 901–4). Making Themis Zeus’s first wife emphasizes the importance of intellectual order (εὔβουλον) to the new cosmic dispensation (thus Snell 1953: 75–76; cf. Scully 2015: 98). Although there has been some debate about whether Pindar was deliberately rejecting Hesiod’s mythography or the differences are simply the result of him not knowing it, the passage’s combination of mythographical differentiation and lexical echoing makes the former scenario much more likely. Pindar invites listeners to register a series of departures from Hesiod, which constitute a cumulative progression in complexity of form and implication. Verse initial πρῶτον answers Hesiod’s verse initial δεύτερον (Th 901), before the focal emphasis on Themis as “wise-counselling” (εὔβουλον) distinguishes her from both the Metis and indeed the Zeus of the Th, especially the latter’s employing deceit to give birth to Athena (Th 888–900). More complex is λιπαρὰν καθ’ ὁδόν (“along a shining road”), a reference to the “Milky Way” with parallels in Pythagoreanism and later philosophy. Whether this phrase was intended to signal allegiance to a particular form of cosmology or mystery cult is difficult to say (see Hardie 2000: 25–26), but what is clear is its redirection of Hesiodic language. The transfer of the adjective from Themis’s appearance (δεύτερον ἠγάγετο λιπαρὴν Θέμιν, Th 901)  crystallizes the larger shift from Hesiod’s emphasis on beauty being instantiated by individual figures to Pindar’s on its inscription within the material structures of the cosmos. Capping this sequence, the phrasing of ἀρχαίαν ἄλοχον substitutes the qualitative “primordial” (Race 1997) or “original” for Hesiod’s “second,” verbally reinforcing genealogical difference (cf. Scully 2015: 98). In hearing Pindar’s account against Hesiod’s, therefore, listeners are involved in a deepened and more detailed understanding of Themis’s and the Horae’s cosmic role and a concomitant responsiveness to the greater pregnancy and polyvalence of Pindar’s language. This process occurs again in τὰς χρυσάμπυκας ἀγλαοκάρπους τίκτεν ἀλαθέας, which expands on Hesiod’s τεθαλυῖαν, / αἵ τ’ ἔργ’ ὠρεύουσι (“flourishing [Peace], who superintend deeds [for mortals],” Th 902–3). The word order of the adjectives χρυσάμπυκας ἀγλαοκάρπους . . . ἀλαθέας iconizes a series of focalizations, creating a run of images and ideas through which the listener moves. The line projects an imaginary “viewer” who moves from a view of the goddesses in physical form (χρυσάμπυκας, which hints at the formal properties of cult statues and hence at a theoric encounter), to an apprehension of the goddesses’ agricultural role (ἀγλαοκάρπους), to a conception of their “truthfulness.” The final adjective might have a number of meanings, including the “truthfulness” or “honesty” of the goddesses (cf. Pindar’s use of the adjective of his “mind” at Olympian 2.92; Race (1997) translates the adjective in the present passage as “ever-true”), and “consistent” (referencing the regularity of the seasons). Whatever the precise force of ἀλαθέας, however, the adjectives articulate a move from concrete to abstract that encourages an increasingly conceptual understanding, while also promoting an interaction that lends ἀλαθέας heightened affective force by association with the former terms (on association in Pindar see Silk 2012: 363–64, quoted in note 6 in this chapter). By allowing listeners to inhabit multiple relations to the Horae, this line demands a greater imaginative engagement than Hesiod’s lines and is thrown into sharper relief by recall of them.”

 - Tom Phillips , Hesiod and Pindar (The Oxford Handbook of Hesiod)

[caduceusnocassandra]

VERSES - The various verses I can set a roleplay for

I thought I would give a more in-depth background about the verses I have, I hope this is helpful.

LIFE AT EPIDAURUS - MAIN

Cassandra is an accomplished Healer at the Epidaurus Temple, bearing the Cloth of the Caduceus. She takes care of all the injured and sick people around the temple - not only that. As she is under oath she is bound to heal all Saints from all existing orders, regardless of the god they follow and believe in. She occasionally travels back to Athens to see her family, mum, dad and her twin brother Helenus, the Bronze Saint of the Sextans.

HELL'S QUEST - UNDERWORLD/HADES/SPECTRES

Cassandra, upon suspecting too much about her boss, the Great Healer, who seems to have placed a fake Staph into Asclepius’ temple instead of the real one, is sent to Hell in Hades’ realm for a mission that seems impossible for literally everyone. She undertakes the mission, in order to a) challenge herself, b) demonstrate to the other orders of Saints that Healers are not useless and c) so she can go back to Epidaurus and have some serious backup on her investigation and hopefully proof that the Staph in the reliquiarium is fake. So far things are stuck at the very beginning. Hades has trapped her in, however it does appear that he has taken her as a protégée of sorts. She still has a lot of mixed feelings about being in the Underworld, but she is slowly resigning herself to being there forever.

BERSEKER'S RAID - ANGST

The Temple of Asclepius has been attacked and raided by Ares’ warriors, the Bersekers. Panic has spread, all her comrades seem to have vanished, while she’s run to ask for help. She has to run away with Asclepius' Staph under request of the Great Healer and she has gone to ask for help and her first place to go is the Sanctuary. After all Athena's Saints are those who fight for peace and justice, she may have a chance to be listened to.

THE SEARCH - OMEGA!VERSE

Older Cassandra - she’s now around 40 years old - is heading to the Sanctuary to help out the Saints in healing their injured comrades, after a request made by a Gold Saint. She’s also looking out for her own brother and family, knowing that they were more i danger than her.

[legendreign-archived]

𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 | [AMNESIA] + Reverse / Masaru n Kanako (Saint Seiya Verse)

𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 / Accepting! / @featherchan

Cancer Masaru and his comrades had fought against Hades' forces as bravely as they could even when Persephone's voice controlled them like a siren and amplified the specters, making them stronger than before with the power of her lingering love for Hades, her sadness, and rage at being far away and practically abandoned by her consort for so long as he was constantly reincarnated into human vessels to begin the Holy War against Athena for his ambition to conquer Earth.

No matter how futile the fight looked, all Gold Saints, Silver Saints, and Bronze Saints continued to persistently fight as one of them would yell words to motivate their comrades and remind them for what they were fighting for. They all had a light of hope left and as long as it existed, it would never be extinguished. Cancer Masaru and those who had befriended Kanako had called out her name, telling her to wake up, and not to lose to the goddess who had usurped her body.

When Persephone inquired to them why would they continue to fight even when the situation looked bleak, this was Masaru's response.

"Because, we all want to protect this world that we were born in! This was where we met Athena, fellow comrades who believe in her and her cause! We will protect the love and justice in this world! You may not have faith in us Persephone but that's alright because Lady Athena believes in humanity and we believe there is some good still worth fighting for in this world!"

Somehow, Kanako heard their voices which forced the goddess out of her body! However, the strain of forcing a deity out of her body caused her to be unconscious for many days. Masaru had kept her in the Cancer Temple, allowing him to be by her bedside at all times but when she had woken up, she didn't recognize him.

[clare-with-no-i]

one word butterfly go off queen xo suze

hey bestie!! here's a theogony-verse one cooked up just for uuuuu @thequibblah

"This is not real," Lily murmurs for the third time in as many minutes as she stares up at the gigantic, magnificent statue before her. It's Athena in spear-weilding glory, scaled to the size of a god—nearly fifty feet tall, or more. "This is not real."

James laughs, as he's done every other time she's said it. "I can promise you, it is."

"What—" quickly, decisively, Lily clamps her mouth shut to stop herself from speaking. She'd been about to ask, what happened to it, as though James might know that it doesn't survive into the Common Era, and that no historians have ever recorded its existence. He shoots her a quick, confused look, but does not ask about her stumbling.

She clears her throat. "…When was it built?"

He ponders this for a moment, his nose crinkling in thought. The midday sunlight is harsh on her skin but silken on his, and his eyes are some molten shade of gold. Helios, she thinks, inexplicably. The sun god before Apollo; the forebearer of all things bright and beautiful.

"I believe it was finished under Draco," he says, "though I cannot be sure. Record-keeping was…poor."

Lily hums. That's a diplomatic description of Draco's reign if she's ever heard one.

A breeze flutters between them and drags through the fabric of Lily's peplos, making her shiver. They're on the outskirts of the city, where the air is crisp and clean—it was an hour's walk from James's house to this part of Athens, where so many altars and statues lie. He'd described it as the old city, and when she laughed, he looked at her askance.

They spend a few minutes taking in the statue. James bows to Athena and chants a prayer Lily does not recognize: something rhythmic, something chilling. As he raises, the dagger at his hip cuts a sharp glint of sunlight into her eyes, and it is such a visceral reminder of his potential for danger and of how, in the modern day, so many pray for peace; but here he is, kneeling in deference to a goddess of war.

"Shall we return?" He asks her once he turns around.

"Yes, we shall. Thank you for taking me here." She turns toward him fully, and the smile she's been suppressing splashes across her face like the conclusion of a waterfall. A submission to the force of gravity; inevitable. "This is…" haunting, she wants to say, but doesn't. "This is beautiful."

James smiles. "I have always thought so. It is nice to know that the world will always have a reminder of the greatness of Hellas's beliefs."

A lance of guilt pierces Lily's stomach, as though somehow the fact that she knows that he's wrong implicates her in the unfortunate truth. As he looks back once in fondness at the towering Athena, some clawing part of Lily wants to tell him what happens to Greece in the coming years, to give him some leg-up on the crises soon to arrive.

If anyone deserves to know—to escape, maybe, or to prepare more dutifully—it's him.

"It is," she whispers, and she keeps her gaze on the uneven terrain in front of them, lest she slip. Her voice trembles a little too much. Everything she's saying feels like a lie, but the next words especially so: "It is nice to know."

He holds a hand out as they climb down some small cluster of stones.

"Careful," he advises.

She can't tell him. Of course she can't. If she did, she could unknowingly change some fundamental part of the world's timeline without meaning to. The smallest unplanned movement, the subtlest word or warning—it could trigger a butterfly effect that she would be powerless to stop or predict.

"James," she says, and he turns his head toward her, his expression calm and happy. His beauty exists in such measure that she's struck by it, by her proximity to it.

Nothing can come of her thoughts, though, can it? There will be no historical consequence to the way she holds him in her mind.

"Yes, Philomel?"

The statue falls, she fights not to say. The statue falls, and the city-states wage war upon each other, and you die from battle or disease or even old age, and I can't do anything to stop it. The statue falls, and you die, and how am I supposed to miss you when you're not a memory I was ever meant to have?

The words fill her throat but rise no further. She looks at the treeline instead of him, even though he's waiting for her response. The leaves create a pleasant blanket of shade.

In Lily's second year at university, she read an article about the oldest tree in the world for her environmental history class. It was said to be over five thousand years old. It saw civilizations and empires rise; it saw war and famine level them. Its leaves fell in the autumn and were born anew in the spring. Everything, her lecturer had said, exists in cycles. Not just nature.

She realizes that the tree exists somewhere on earth even now, and as she ponders this, something green and malignant burrows in her chest; cruel, baseless jealousy in her bloodstream.

"Nothing," she whispers. "I just wanted to say thank you."

[the-wolf-who-kissed-the-moon]

• Kassandra x Eivor Varinsdottir x female reader. 💋

our sapphic verse, part I.

The morning sun found you lying nude upon a bed of crumpled up papyrus notes, the quill still in your lazy grip as you stretched your tired limbs. Curtains of clear water adorned the backyard of your secluded little hut, and a path of tall, colorful flowers led you to the shallow pool formed at the base of the waterfall. That was where you thoroughly washed the sweat of each day’s hard work and the fatigue of too many sleepless nights.

Oh Sappho…

If only you could meet her and bask in her poetic glory. If only you could take a sip of her feminine love and unleash that passion within you in the form of verse and rhythm. You had the words, the drive and the emotion to write an ode to womanly passion, yet something was missing.

***

At night, clad in a simple pale blue chiton, you sat in the middle of an agora, on a water fountain filled with freshly picked magnolias. In the past, a simple image like this could inspire you to write a novel, but now the statues of Athena and Aphrodite were no longer enough to make your inspiration blossom. You imaged them embracing, kissing sweetly whilst you watched. Two marble statues standing mighty and strong, in love... you could almost see them dance together; one with a flower crown, the other with a sword.

You dipped your hands into the fountain and washed that longing off your face, breathing in the scent of flowers on your palms. Then, as you opened your tired eyes, you found yourself mesmerized by two magnificent warriors pacing together, as strong and beautiful as the goddesses you worshipped.

Broad shoulders caught your eye first, the way scars protruded so obviously in the mild glow of the agora's lamps, like an unspoken threat to those who had ill intentions. They were brave and proud of it. Such tall, dangerous figures, radiating authority, much like the polemarchs strolling down the streets of Athens. But unlike them, they carried themselves with feminine elegance, an irresistible charm which evoked both fear and adoration in the hearts of those who beheld them.

A familiar face was among them – Kassandra, The Eagle-Bearer.

You’ve heard many stories about her, some that made you weary of mercenaries, and some that made you secretly in love. Your heart begun to race as she turned to smile at her companion and you caught a brief glimpse of her gaze. Her eyes shimmered like precious gold in the dark shade of her knitted brows, so intimidating and yet irresistibly alluring. You might’ve fallen victim to her serpentine charms had she not become absorbed in her talks with the heterae.

Your hands trembled as you looked down at your papyrus, at all the nonsense you’ve scribbled on those yellowed pages. Sentences describing sapphic love, the beauty of two women embracing, the thrill of seeking that kind of affections. It was all superficial nonsense compared to how you truly felt in your heart, but couldn’t physically experience it.

You patiently waited until your nerves settled and then you peeked at the open veranda where Kassandra and her enthralling companion sat on a bed of cushions. They looked so pleased in their element, surrounded by beautiful women serving them wine and singing them ballads of Ancient Greece. You longed to join in, to be in their proximity and observe them. Oh, how beautiful that lithe fabric fell off their shoulders when the heterae would gift them a shawl. The way it contrasted the roughness of their metal armors glinting like knives in the moonlight. They were two wolves in the midst of frail lambs dancing and worshipping them in their bed of silk and flowers. 

Kassandra turned to reach for another cup of wine, and that’s when you got a better view of the woman accompanying her. You’d never seen a more attractive warrior, one who matched Kassandra’s qualities so effortlessly. She must’ve been foreign, from lands you’ve never seen or dreamt of; such gentle features, relaxing in the ever flowing attention of those lucky women. Such beautiful braids of gold, adorned with precious stones and silver rings. Her arms were just as fit and strong as the mercenary you secretly worshipped, with shoulders even broader and legs as firm as an Athenian soldier.

So much physical power compressed in the breathtaking shape of a woman capable of the most tender smiles. You wondered, briefly – was she a Norse? You’ve read about barbarians descending from frozen mountains to pillage and ravish the blooming plains of warmer lands. You've also read about how impossibly charming they were, with stern, yet gentle opal eyes and menacing runes tattooed on their pallid skin. In the haze of your daydreaming, you didn’t realize that all of the heterae were watching you as you gazed back longingly.

“Oh-…”

You gasped as you came to your senses. Embarrassing, you thought, being caught staring so intently at a group of women who were enjoying one another. Despite that, you gathered your papyrus and made your way over to the terrace. This had been the first time in years since you felt such a strong wave of inspiration, and it was an opportunity you couldn’t miss. Words filled your mind as fluently as the ink of your quill filled your pages. You quickly wrote them down to polish them later, and then, as you stood beneath the veranda's tall threshold, all of your courage seemed to leave you. Kassandra’s intense gaze was overwhelming, making your knees weak and your head dizzy.

“You’d like to join us?”

The lead hetera asked. Her voice was like sweet velvet, easily making you kneel before words had a chance to leave your mouth. She could tell how nervous you were, thus she glanced at one of her friends and subtly encouraged her to approach you. The hands of that sweet woman, so soft as they gripped your own, completely disarmed you. The look in her large, beautiful dark eyes, her sun-kissed skin and her plump mouth, akin to ripe pomegranates..

“Leave your papers for now, darling… ” She murmured. But as she gently tried to peel your hands off your papyrus, you suddenly broke free from her enchanting whispers.

“I- …” Abruptly, you sat up straight and faced your two magnificent muses. This was what you came here for – to see them now together, to witness sapphic love and write about it! To continue the legacy of the most important and beloved poet of your life.

“I’m a poet and – I couldn’t help but notice… you – “ and you glanced at Kassandra with newfound confidence “… and you.” your eyes seemed to shimmer as you slowly lost yourself in that Norse goddess’s sights. Her gentle smile thawed the nerves around your mind and tenderly pulled at your heart strings.

“A poet?” Kassandra answered with a melodic laugh. The heterae were quite impressed, and some were secretly jealous, longing to be muses themselves.

“I am eager to hear what you’ve written.” The other woman spoke, visibly intrigued. Her deep, sultry voice, just like Kassandra’s, easily made you melt. But you were not prepared for this – you didn’t even dream you’d find your muse tonight, let alone speak with them at such proximity, whilst surrounded by the beautiful flowers of Korinthia.

“I’ve… I’ve not finished it, yet.” You confessed in a steady whisper as you clutched your poem-filled pages. All you needed now was time to skillfully write down these powerful emotions that suddenly impaled your heart.

"But tomorrow night, I’d like you to review my work.”

“Alright. Tomorrow night then, secret poet.” Kassandra spoke with vivid eagerness.

Sweet gods, who knew this feared mercenary could be so sensual even with the smallest gestures of her hand, or those fleeting little smiles that would cross her lips. They asked you to join them with a drink, but you politely declined and chose to watch them from a more secluded corner of the veranda. Two lovely heterae kept you company until the late hours of the morning, and though they didn’t bother you, you couldn’t participate in their erotic dances or songs, because your mind was solely focused on two women only: Kassandra, The Eagle-Bearer and Eivor Wolf-kissed, of The Raven Clan.

-  To be continued…

* part II.

[the-al-chemist]

👞 , 🎢 and 📩 for - you guessed it - all of them 💛

Thanks for the ask, Bestie!!!

ARTEMIS

👞 Artemis would always go barefoot if possible, but she does have a good sturdy pair of hiking boots her uncle bought her that she loves. If only there was somewhere on the Hogwarts grounds that was wild and untameable and potentially dangerous where she could go hiking and exploring… hmm…

🎢 Artemis is an adrenaline junkie and would love any rollercoaster that involves some kind of death drop.

📩 Artemis’ mother owns an owl named Athena. Athena is Artemis’ favourite owl, and will send letters via her whenever she is allowed to.

HÉLOÏSE

👞 Héloïse’s favourite shoes are a pair of lace up boots - stylish, yet practical.

🎢 not technically a rollercoaster, but Héloïse would enjoy a House of Horrors, so that she could try and figure out how each effect was created.

📩 Héloïse was ecstatic when she learned how to send messages via patronus. Owls take so long, especially when sending post internationally.

JIM

👞 Jim has a very cosy pair of slippers he likes to wear around the house, much to the amusement of his wife and sister.

🎢 Jim gets motion sickness and would hate all rollercoasters. He wouldn’t mind a lazy river on a sunny day, however.

📩 when Jim draws for others, he loves to put little hints in his drawings that send a message to the recipient.

ETHEL

👞 Her Quidditch boots. Easy.

🎢 All I’m going to say is that if you ever see Ethel and Selene @lifeofkaze in the queue for the Dodgems with you, you’re better off going away and coming back later.

📩 Ethel would much rather speak to people in person, whether they want her to or not.

OPHELIA

👞 she has one expensive looking pair of heels that were actually a pair cast Marigold Sterling @that-scouse-wizard discarded, but she unpicked the fox embroidery and used colovaria on them so that they were unrecognisable.

🎢 Rollercoasters are unladylike. Ophelia has no interest. She’d rather flirt with the wealthy looking man keeping an eye on his friends’ valuables while they get on the log flume, thank you very much.

📩 Ophelia is well-versed in the language of flowers. She’ll send a bouquet, you figure out the rest.

SAFFRON

👞 Saffron loves brightly coloured clothes, and her shoes are no exception. Farid @carewyncromwell and Dylan @lifeofkaze despair at some of her choices for going hiking, especially her favourite dainty basket-weave sandals. They are white and have daisies on them.

🎢 Saffron’s favourite thing to do at the theme park is to watch the people on the rollercoasters and see how their auras change from ride to ride. She also likes looking at the reaction photos that they take and sell in the booth at the end of the rollercoaster. Her favourite rollercoaster is “an emotional rollercoaster”.

📩 Saffron doesn’t really send messages, she just turns up in your dormitory randomly with cakes. No one knows how she manages to get literally everywhere in the castle without ever using passwords, but they just accept it.

ZADIE

👞 like all ballet dancers, Zadie has a love-hate relationship with her pointe shoes. They are her favourite because of the sense of accomplishment she gets every time she wears them, but also her least favourite, because her toes ache afterwards.

🎢 Zadie’s best friend Reva @lifeofkaze is much better at rollercoasters than she is, with one exception: spinning teacups. Zadie spots to stop herself from getting dizzy, whilst Reva gets more and more green the longer the ride goes on.

📩 WhatsApp. You can send photos, get read receipts… Why do wizards insist on using owls?!

BONUS: Rockstar!Artemis

👞 to celebrate getting the job on the Equinox tour, Artemis treated herself to a pair of gold sparkly wellies in TK Maxx. She’s excited to wear them at Glastonbury festival.

🎢 she loves all rollercoasters, but her favourite might just be the swinging pirate ship, because she likes the film Pirates of the Caribbean. The line “forget the rules, they’re more like guidelines” really resonated with her.

📩 Artemis isn’t great at keeping contact with people. She has an Instagram account and will like people’s photos in lieu of actually communicating with them. If they message her, great.

[queenxnorth]

Main _ Verse

| Keep Bleeding Red

000 verse ;; main {keep bleeding red}

::: North Brooks works as a bail bondsman in the city of Detroit. Her life is anything but mundane as she deals with different people with a price on their head. At times she has been put into some serious danger with particular individuals she has to work with. However, North is permitted to carry a firearm by certified law under the division she trained in. Her career leads more into bounty hunter territory as she acts as an agent entity to post bond and collect on a defendant's rights to bail.

She is no nonsense and dedicated. Officially taking the reins on this position, she originally wanted to train to become a fully fledged police officer. Her path lead her down criminal justice and law in a different field.

Her work falls closely to law firms and police departments. North has been known to use whatever force is necessary to secure a running bond.

College _ Verse

| Not Your Prep Girl Just A Tomboy

000 verse ;; college {not your prep girl just a tomboy}

::: North's life is as normal as it gets as she studies criminal justice. She entangles herself with close knit friends but stays away from unneeded drama. While she isn't part of the popularity squad, she is a tom boy sports maven, playing on the women's soccer team. A rivalry with fellow soccer player Natalie Hill makes for tension.

She always calls Simon Baker and Josh Parker two of her close friends. Her relationships on a personal level alter depending including Markus Manfred.

Goddess _ Verse

| Hear Me Roar Oh Warrior Dear

000 verse ;; athena {hear me roar oh warrior dear}

::: Representing wisdom and war, Athena is the adored patroness of Athens. A call to arms must be weaved with wise consideration. The goddess takes her duties seriously, a strong warrior whom rivals that of Ares. Their relationship is tense in that regard as Athena's moral and military superiority to Ares derives in part from the fact that she represents the intellectual and civilized side of war and the virtues of justice and skill. Her need to war for justice and use peaceful means puts her in a constant battle with Ares' hunger for blood lust.

She is a majestic and stern warrior who surpassed all in her domain. The goddess verse is open for interaction for gods and non gods.

Hollywood _ Verse

| Eyes On The Prize

000 verse ;; hollywood {eyes on the prize}

::: Hollywood can be a crazy place. With celebrities come rabid fans and the potential for dangerous situations. When it comes to those types of details, North Brooks is highly capable of deescalating the problem. She works in a body guard position to a security agency for the stars. Her clients have a wide range but lately she has been secured by Scarlet Pictures, falling into a personal freelance of sorts.

After dealing with shady business at the agency she is taking the opportunity in stride. She has become a loyal part of the studio run by Corvus DeVille currently.

Royal _ Verse

| The Fiery Knight

000 verse ;; royal {the fiery knight}

::: North grew up in the majesty of the Gold Kingdom. A lady who grew fond of swords over balls, she trained early on taking pointers from her father a well known swordsman that helped young recruits learn to fight. He was more open minded than other fathers as he allowed his daughter into the same circles of training grounds. She took to it easily besting a boy that bullied her for being a girl playing a man's game. It was one stepping stone in her desire to become a knight.

Sir North is the honor that bestowed upon her for saving Prince Callum's life once. Deflecting an arrow intended for the young gold prince, he asked her to be his personal guard. She now is a loyal servant to the Golden Royal and has pledged her life for her prince.

Supernatural _ Verse

| A Silver Throne of Thorns

000 verse ;; werewolf {a silver throne of thorns}

::: The Lykos Empire is ruled by the ancient king of werewolves Corvus DeVille. The very man who sought a right hand that he could trust. That right hand is the warrior werewolf North, a guard and military strategist for the king. She stands by as a loyal member of the werewolf empire shunning all other creatures who oppose them.

North is close with the herbalist Simon but tries to separate personal from her business as the wolf king's hand. It becomes difficult when the call of war comes to them from their mortal enemies, the vampire. Her goal is protecting not only the king but the rest of her brethren.

This verse is a bit on the exclusive side but available by request outside of its exclusive plot.

[thisissirius]

ride eddie/buck, vermont verse, dirty talk

for @hearteyesforbuck as always :)

Buck doesn’t know what to expect when they go out for drinks. 

It’s not the first time they’ve been out, but usually Eddie’s careful with alcohol. He’s not a big drinker, but for some reason, he’s decided tonight’s the night he’s going to celebrate getting a couple of kids off the mountain in their first rescue is the best time to start. 

They’re in Burlington—Bobby’s playing sober cab—and Eddie’s wandering between the tables, trying to talk to Chim and navigate the carrying of glasses at the same time. 

“You’ll burn a hole into him if you keep staring like that.”

Buck snorts, gives Hen a winning smile. “It’s not my fault he looks so good in those jeans. His ass—”

“Please,” Karen says, miming throwing up. 

It’s not a lie; Eddie knows exactly what he’s doing. They’re his tightest jeans, showing off the curve of his ass, hiding nothing. Buck’s seen Eddie get hard in those jeans. 

Abort, he thinks. Not the time. 

Except then Eddie starts drinking. 

Tipsy Eddie isn’t any different from normal. Okay, not much different. He smiles easily, touches everyone, and laughs loudly. Buck’s more than a little in love with him anyway, but the easy affection Eddie’s displaying is—Buck loves him. 

“You alright?” Buck asks, leaning in for a kiss. They’re alone at the table; Bobby and Athena are slow dancing, Hen and Chim are having an argument, and Karen’s currently debating the merits of law with a beermat. 

“Yep,” eddie says, dragging out the word. He accepts the kiss, then pulls back, eyes bright. “I’m gonna go dance.”

Wait. What?

Not that Eddie doesn’t dance, because he does. In the privacy of their home. Buck kinda wishes he’d keep it there when he sees the moves Eddie’s busting out. 

“Dad dancing,” Athena says, amused. “Who could have guessed?”

“He’s usually better than this,” Buck admits. 

“Ply him with drinks,” Chim suggests. 

-

Buck is gonna kill Chim. 

Buck’s certain moving to Vermont is the best thing to ever happen to him, but nothing tops the way Eddie’s looking at him right now. After four drinks and a shot or two, Eddie’s plastered against Buck’s side, biting at his jaw. Buck knows people are watching them, and he bites back on saying anything as he grabs for one of Eddie’s wandering hands. 

“Eddie,” he sighs. 

“Your eyes are amazing up close,” Eddie says, his words slurring slightly. He’s got a dopey smile on his face and it’s close to the one he wears—nope. Not thinking that. “Also your hands. Wanna touch me?”

“Eddie,” Buck says again. 

Hen’s smothering a smile behind her hand, but Buck doesn’t know if that’s because of Eddie, or because she’s starting to feel the alcohol herself. 

Buck’s surprisingly sober. 

“You should straddle me,” Eddie says, like he’s suggesting they go out to dinner. “Come on me.”

Chim almost spits out half his drink, and Bobby raises his eyebrows. Buck’s barely paying them any attention; he’s staring at Eddie, who’s unrepentant with kissing and sucking at Buck’s jaw like he hasn’t just— 

Eddie drops his eyes to Buck’s lap, presses the heel of his hand to Buck’s dick. Buck can’t help it; he lets out a rush of breath, hips hitching a little against Eddie’s hand. “I wanna ride you.”

“Please take him home,” Bobby says, sounding aggrieved. 

“This is gold,” Chim mutters, digging through his pocket. 

If he’s going for his phone, Buck’s definitely taking Eddie home. 

“So let’s go,” Buck says, because Chim deserves it. Three jobs he’s palmed off on Buck this week alone, which means less time with Eddie—and Chris. Best not to think about him right now. Shaking his head, Buck gets a hand on Eddie’s waist. “Up.”

“Something is,” Eddie agrees, standing and stepping closer, grinding his hips against Buck’s thigh. “Fuck.”

Making a strangled noise, Buck buries his face in Eddie’s hair, trying to get a handle on his emotions. Fuck. 

“Please,” Eddie says, whining. It’s the way he says it, the tone, and when Buck looks, he’s not surprised to see the smile on Eddie’s face. The fucker knows exactly what he’s doing, even drunk. “Wanna get your dick in me.”

Bobby curses under his breath, and Buck gives him an apologetic wave as he pushes Eddie towards the door. Eddie won’t let go of him, hands wandering, one sliding down the back of Buck’s pants. 

“We don’t have a ride,” Buck whines, Eddie’s mouth hot against his neck. 

“Walk,” Eddie says, nose pressed to Buck’s jaw. 

It’s hard to think but Buck knows they can’t do that; “I need to call a cab.”

“Mmno,” Eddie says, mouth moving up to bite at the lobe of Buck’s ear. His voice is low when he continues, “fuck me here.”

It’s tempting; since Eddie’s opened the door on the sex thing, Buck can’t stop thinking about it. Wakes up half-hard from dreams, watches Eddie walk around in tight clothes, imagines Eddie pressing against him. 

Not that he’s gotta imagine it now. 

“Maybe,” Buck says, regaining some of his footing when he sees the need in Eddie’s eyes. Time to throw the torture back. “But,” he continues, shifting his feet to press Eddie against the wall. They’re right outside the bar, people walking by, but Buck doesn’t care—and Eddie doesn’t seem to either. His eyes are blown wide, mouth parted gently, lips red and wet. He’s every fantasy Buck’s ever had, every real fuck, rolled up into one amazing person. Buck loves him so much it hurts, and he wants him. He leans in, mouth ghosting over Eddie’s. “Only when you’re sober.”

The whine Eddie lets out is perfect. 

-

“Fuck,” Eddie groans. 

Buck smirks into Eddie’s hair, hand rubbing over his shoulders, down his back. “Morning.”

“Fuck off,” Eddie grumbles, burying his face in Buck’s neck. It’s reminiscent of the night before, and Buck keeps grinning. “Stop looking like that.”

“You have no idea what I’m doing,” Buck protests, ignoring the half-hearted glare Eddie gives him when he pulls back. “Hangover, huh?”

Eddie groans, dropping his head onto Buck’s shoulder. “I’m never drinking again.”

Buck snorts, kisses the top of Eddie’s head. “I think Chim’ll try and get you drunk from now till the end of the time if only to catch you on camera.”

“Never happen,” Eddie mumbles. Buck waits for the inevitable freakout. He’s surprised when it doesn’t come; Eddie goes back to dozing, fingers dancing over Buck’s abs. Eddie’s usually so conservative with their private life, though he has no qualms about telling everyone who’ll listen that he loves Buck. It warms Buck on the best of days, but right now, it makes him want to—

Rolling them over, Buck frames Eddie’s head with his forearms, leaning down enough to touch their noses together. Eddie closes his eyes, hand resting on the back of Buck’s neck. 

“I love you,” Buck whispers. 

Eddie’s lips curve into a smile and Buck kisses him, drawing out the noises Eddie starts to make. “I love you too.”

“You said,” Buck starts, kissing his way down Eddie’s jaw, his collarbone. Eddie tips his head back, further into the pillow, and scratches his nails lightly against Buck’s shoulders. “That you wanted to ride me.”

Hips rolling up against Buck’s, Eddie licks at his bottom lip, working it between his teeth. “I did.”

“Well,” Buck continues, fingers resting against Eddie’s hipbone, “maybe we’ll end with that.”  

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Nemesis (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Lady Vengeance by the people of Olympius

Glam Grunge by Aphrodite

Nene by Achlys

Age- 19 (immortal)

Location- The Underworld

Personality- Nemesis is very sarcastic and confident. She looks down upon those who are too full of hubris. She's cold and calculated when handing down her punishments. She's aromantic & single.

She's never seen without her whip, which she ties on the side of her belt as an accessory.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess. As the goddess of vengeance, revenge, retribution, & balance her abilities include umbrakinesis, bestowing good or bad luck upon others, controlling bodily & spiritual balance, pyrokinesis (her flames burn a dark violet), being able to tell when a person is about to cheat at something, placing curses on objects, and having an innate sense for a person's weak spot. She's also well versed in hand-to-hand combat, her whip being the perfect weapon.

Nemesis doesn't care much for the other gods. She respects her parents & Hades. She's cordial with Hestia (goddess of the hearth), Athena (goddess of wisdom), Nike (goddess of victory), The Furies, Lykos (goddess of wolves), Dike (goddess of justice), Bia (goddess of force & power), and the messenger god Hermes. She's good friends with Hecate (goddess of magic & witchcraft), Lyssa (goddess of rage & frenzy), Methe (goddess of drunkenness), Kakia (goddess of vice & moral wrongdoing), Tyche (goddess of luck), Neféloma (goddess of space & dark matter), and Eris (goddess of strife & discord). Her mentor was Poena (goddess of punishment).

Since falling out with her sister Hemera (goddess of the day), Nemesis has gotten really close with her other sisters Achlys (goddess of the death mist, poison, misery, & sadness), Arae (goddess of curses & hexes), and Keres (goddess of violent death). Nemesis barely remembers her eldest sister Apate (goddess of fraud & deception) who has distanced herself from the family. Out of her brothers, she's closest to Charon (Ferryman of the Underworld). She thinks that her eldest brother Nosos (god of illness, plague, & disease) is a stiff bore.

Nemesis has several small hidden tattoos- including balance scales behind her left ear and thorned black roses on her left ankle.

She lives in her parents' (Nyx and Erebus) palace, Mansion of Night. In her room there are obsidian torches for light fixtures with shimmering black & dark violet curtains hanging from the high arched windows. The floor is a unique design- half of it is black marble with gold inlay while the other half is white marble with gold inlay.

In Olympius, Nemesis has debt collection agencies as well as official bounty hunters on her payroll. She's also an alternate justice of the Grand Olympian Court. For other work she models for Hot Intoxication, Nocturnal Vibez, & The Moirai’s fashion brand. Nemesis also endorses Plutopack- Hades’ brand of cigarettes.

She owns a sleek motorcycle and has a pet hellhorse, a girl named Fuega.

A favorite piece of jewelry she always wears is the Stygian Iron necklace with a dagger charm that Charon made for her as an induction gift.

At Hollyhock's Bakery, Nemesis' favorite dessert are the loukoumades filled with blackberry jelly.

Her favorite frozen treat is dark chocolate pomegranate ice cream!

She loves using the black absinthe liquid eyeliner- getting the perfect dramatic winged eye make-up every time! Her favorite nail polish color is "Scorched Bourbon", a matte black color from Hot Intoxication.

Surprisingly Nemesis enjoys tai chi. When she travels to Olympius, it's often to go to the goddess Pasithea's yoga studio.

She's quite competitive when it comes to family game night!

She's also a good cook, taught by her mother Nyx of course. Nemesis' favorite meals to make (and eat) are thick & fluffy biscuits, lamb curry stew, fried chicken, rice & peas, and sweet potato moussaka.

In her free time, Nemesis enjoys playing chess, boxing, mixed martial arts, sword fighting, muy thai, listening to music, reading, wrestling (as a part of Bia's team), drag racing, knitting, and crocheting (but won't admit to those two to others).

"Everyone knows that revenge is best served branded on the enemy's flesh!"

[beastsofblood]

Alice’s Interview

FILL IN THE QUESTIONS AS IF YOU ARE BEING INTERVIEWED FOR AN ARTICLE AND YOU WERE YOUR MUSE.

TAGGED BY: stolen from Val

Tagging: you.

Alice -- One Piece

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?

❝ Alice ❞

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?

❝Can’t tell you, or I’d have to kill you.❞

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU’RE CALLED THAT?

❝ Yes, but I’m not as naive as Wonderland’s Alice. ❞

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?

❝ Depends, but I think it’s best to stay single. ❞  Depends on the verse.

5. WHAT ARE YOUR POWERS AND ABILITIES?

❝ Hito hito no Mi (Model: Athena), can transform into the owl goddess of wisdom and war, Athena.  Wonder where this was when I needed it. ❞  (She is a Birkan Sky islander.  Other verses, she has premonitions and does her best to keep them from happening.  For the most part, she fails, but she has been successful a few times...  (( To be honest, I always thought Athena was likely to be Zeus’ successor. ))

6. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES?

❝ Gold but glow an ice blue. ❞

7. HAVE YOU EVER DYED YOUR HAIR?

❝ Yes, for disguise. ❞

8. DO YOU HAVE ANY FAMILY MEMBERS?

❝ Yes, there is someone that needs to be stopped even if it means killing her. ❞

9. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?

❝ My transformation has an owl? ❞

10. TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE.

❝Being an option. ❞

11. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES OR ACTIVITIES YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?

❝ Yes, I crochet and knit.  My transformation prefers weaving, however...  And a penchant for killing spiders.❞ Deep sigh.

12. HAVE YOU EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE?

❝ Many times. ❞

13. HAVE YOU EVER… KILLED ANYONE?

❝ Many times. ❞

14. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU?

❝ A very pissed off, long-suffering owl.❞

15. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS.

❝ I have a tendency towards being self-righteous to the point that it drives others crazy.  It has worsened incredibly after eating the devil fruit. ❞

16. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE?

❝ No, they’ll all fail me eventually. ❞

17. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL?

❝ It doesn’t matter, so long as i can have a strong bond on an intellectual, mental and emotional level.  Otherwise, I’m not your type. ❞

18. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL?

❝ I did, but it blew up...  Everything was self-taught and through interrogation of other navigators. ❞

19. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS SOMEDAY?

❝ Perhaps eventually.  Right now, no.  Currently, the people in my life are a hard pass. ❞

20. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANS?

❝ (snorts) I doubt it. ❞

21. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?

❝ The man who blew up my home. ❞

22. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR?

❝ I have a fondness for men’s clothing as it is more comfortable and easier to fight in. ❞

23. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE?

❝ A bond yes, but I wouldn’t exactly call it love because I doubt it is requited. ❞

24. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU?

❝ Pirate. ❞

25. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?

❝ A few. ❞

26. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE?

❝ Pi is usually 3.14159, and so on...❞

27. FAVORITE DRINK?

❝ Something strong and capable of making me forget for a time I’m with a bunch of fools... ❞

29. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE?

❝ High places, and all the better if the person is afraid of heights... ❞

30. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE?

❝ A bond yes, but then I am also a fool. ❞

31. WHAT’S YOUR DICK SIZE?

❝ The strap-on I wear is 9 inches, and approximately 2.25 inches in diameter. ❞

32. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN?

❝ I can’t swim...  I’m a devil fruit eater. ❞

33. WHAT’S YOUR ‘TYPE’?

❝ ... .... .... .... .... Next question.❞

34. ANY FETISHES?

❝ Cross-dressing?❞

35. TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE?

❝ Bottom mostly, but I wish to top only to wipe the smirks off certain people’s faces... ❞

36. CAMPING, OR INDOORS?

❝ I can’t choose. ❞

37. ARE YOU WAITING FOR THIS INTERVIEW TO BE OVER?

❝ Very much so.  How can you tell? ❞

[buckleys-diaz]

✨ + and my moodboards are linked in my bio if you’re still doing this

esther, hi!!! i hope you’re doing well!! and yes absolutely!!! 

ok i LOVE this maddie moodboard so much, the color scheme is gorgeous, all the pictures you chose work wonderfully together and i think it fits her so well!!

this karen moodboard!!! hello!! this is so soft and pretty!! im a sucker for a good pastel pink and this is [chef’s kiss] wonderful

this cowboy buck moodboard!! oh my god i just saw this and i love it so much. all the pictures you picked are great and mesh so well with that picture of buck, yeehaw. 🤠

this lena moodboard is so pretty!! i love the blue and green color scheme and the way it’s symmetrical with the white in the corners!! lovely lovely lovely <3

this athena moodboard!! this is such a good choice for her (ok actually i’m not well versed enough in greek mythology to make that assessment but shhh) the quotes are so good and once again, i love how symmetrical the red and black pictures are!!

+1

this hen moodboard!! the gold tones!!! and the way they compliment the colors in the hoodie she’s wearing!!! SO pretty

[ahlaniah]

♆ ( verse; daughter of riptides )

pre-movie verse | ages 16-20. this verse takes place before ariel leaves for the surface world & before alana discovers ursula’s lair. she has realized her magical prowess at this point, but has kept it a secret from her family.

❝ You were never meant for this world of glimmer & gold. Far away, a longing mother’s cry cannot reach your waterlogged ears. You didn’t know any better & wouldn’t for several more years. Graceful, polite, & poised, you silently followed the plan your father ( the sea king- TRITON ) laid out well before your birth. However, the UNKNOWN who missed cradling you had other ideas. Only you had inherited this mysterious & strong affinity for M A G I C. It was your secret, one you kept your mouth shut clam-tight about... especially around your sisters. Always remember: Loose lips sink ships. ❞

♆ ( verse; sighs of saltwater spray )  

side verse | ages 21-22. ariel is gone, attina is readying herself for coronation, & alana is dreading her own departure to the black sea. she had been practicing her craft in ursula’s abandoned lair, which she would soon be forced to leave behind.

❝ Wading in the waiting line for the throne seemed pointless to you. Second-born or not, Atlantica's future Q U E E N wasn’t going anywhere & neither was the powerful TRIDENT of Poseidon. As tempting as it gleamed, you had your own kingdom to worry about. Would you be forced to marry? Would the merpeople be different there? What was the castle like? Oh, & not to mention... how much longer could you keep up this charade before SHE finally discovers where you’ve been sneaking off to? ❞

♆ ( verse; of marble & fishbone ) 

main verse | age 23+, residing within the kingdom of marmara, alana presides over a small populace of merpeople. in the deep lairs of her castle, she has a ‘pit’ from which she raises merfolk, humans, & ancient creatures from the dead sea layer beneath her kingdom. she grants them a new life of immortality, but for a price: they are indebted to her forever. in her later years, she begins to secretly build an undead army. her desire for the trident has grown & so has her plan to overthrow attina.

❝ Necessary truths have darkened your crystalline heart. Her words e c h o in your mind like fishes swimming endlessly through a maze of coral. No matter what she said, QUEEN ATHENA was still your mother. Yes, your story may have began with a LIE, but you won’t let your father dictate your D E S T I N Y. Now it was time for the black pearl of the family to stand out & shine. They would never underestimate you again. ❞

♆ ( verse; arose from seafoam ) 

alternate verse | age 22+, instead of misusing her black sea magic to attack atlantica, alana takes on a human form to set off on land in search of a new start. she still practices witchcraft & must re-hydrate often, but tries to pass as a normal human girl. she’s also abandoned her duties to the kingdom of marmara.

❝ When was the last time you were PURELY shell-fish? You’ve always taken care of your weeping sisters, but who ever held YOUR head? Perhaps your fate wasn’t meant for the fathoms below. Up where they walked seemed better than down where it was wetter. Would you meet your very own prince & live happily ever after? Maybe, maybe not. Perhaps mastering the art of walking on two-legs should come first for you. ❞