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little-engineer-who-cant · 1 month

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The ramifications of Cassie Sandsmark

Part 10 of Sirens Scream Names Forgotten by Tomorrow, Laid to Rest in Infinity

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Note: Cassie herself does not have much of a presence in this story. This is about the implications of her existence and how her presence affects those who lived through the Titan War.

“Tell me father, which do you ask forgiveness for: what I am or what I am not? Tell me mother, which should I regret: what I became, or what I didn’t?”

- thoughts of a stray iii (m.a.w)

He finally goes to one of those stupid charity galas Bruce always throws. Dick’s pestered him so much, Jason’s been to enough dinners where he’s subject to subtle hints, sad eyes and pointed looks from his various other-

(Oh, please, do go on.)

The others are nothing. Dick is his only sibling. Dick’s pestered him enough that Jason’s finally given in to his requests to come to at least one gala.

“Are you sure about this?” Silena asks him for the first time in two hours but it feels like the millionth for how many times he’s asked himself the same question.

(Sounds like you have your answer then.)

(Yeah, I do.)

“I am,” he replies, hand curling in a tight fist around the gear shift. The plastic creaks. “I… Maybe you can find something. Out. About. Um. Yeah.”

“Jason.” Their fingers slot together over the knob before she pulls his grip away from damaging the car and onto the leather-covered console instead. He’s transfixed by the small scars on her knuckles, nearly invisible but he knows what to look for. What to look beyond. No one else will know a thing. “I know you hate it. You don’t need to bring me.”

“You’ll go out anyway.” Her measured inhale, the start of a calm argument, confirms it. “Can I ask that, just for tonight, you hunt where I can see you?”

“Will it help you more if I hunt or if I back you up?” He tips his head back on the headrest, swearing under his breath.

“I don’t know,” he answers honestly. “I don’t want any more eyes on you. I don’t want… anyone else to find you.”

“Jason,” she squeezes his fingers, he looks over. She’s beautiful in the blinding flare of the setting sun, heavy eyes and drawn lips and resigned shoulders. “Love. They’ll find me eventually.”

“I know.” It’s not in his power to keep her a secret. Hasn’t been since he ran to her, since he revealed… Everything.

“If we know they’re coming…”

“We can better prepare.” He still can’t let her go, can’t open the door and let this world in, let it touch her.

(Kill her.)

He swears again, vicious words breaking free until she stifles them with a finger over his lips.

“I’ve hidden for a long time,” she decides for them both, and he loves her for it because he can’t. “But the world’s spun on. Show me.”

“It left me behind too,” he reminds her. But he’s opening the door, stepping out and so is she, smiling brightly over the top of the flashy sports car.

“Then let’s rediscover it?” He loves her, he swears by every god in the privacy of his heart, letting it flow over his being and into her. Framed in sunlight with the jewels in her ears and around her neck shining bright, she gleams like cut crystal as she glides over to him. The slight pull of the scar on her cheek begs him to press his lips to her, to taste the proof of her reality. “I’m braver when you’re beside me.”

“Let’s be brave together then,” he gives into the impulse, kissing just below her eye, on the teardrop he knows is burned into her skin. Her lips brush the J on his skull, the spider web across his temple.

“We fit in at least,” Silena whispers as they leave the car and climb the stairs, squeezing his hand tight. He can feel the tremble in her as eyes turn their way, the people dotted across the front lawn and entry gardens taking note of strange faces in rich clothes and fine jewels. Their eyes linger on the royal blue of her flowing skirts, the streak of white in his hair, the way their fingers knotted together screams mine.

It’s only her shaking hand in his that keeps him from fleeing as the doors open on a fancy ballroom, away from all this false glitz and glamor and back out into the cesspool city. Only her equally nervous presence among these hordes of wealthy liars swarming around them and his promise to Dick, who is nowhere to be seen.

Jason leads them to the bar. Those fancy flutes of champagne aren't either of their style.

The eyes make him nervous. Everyone seems to be staring. Of course they are, Silena is beautiful, bright and magnificent on his arm, looking like she belongs among the painstakingly carved Master statues dotting the room. He cleans up well enough.

The bartender takes Silena’s order. Then his.

Shoes shiny enough to be mirrors tap nervously, his jaw tensing and clicking before he forces out another breath to relax, only to wind himself back up again. There’s nothing Silena can do about it but temper his agitated appearance with her own calm and benign one.

Her drink comes first. His hands twitch for lack of anything to do.

It’s been a year, at least, since they walked in the door.

“Maybe you could help me?” she asks him softly, looking up through her lashes as his head whips to her.

“Help you with what?” he bites out but she can clearly taste that the annoyed anger is not aimed at her so she blows out a breath and lets it go. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” she soothes, running a hand down his arm and his heart flutters a bit. “But I am a bit lost. Perhaps you can point out some people for me?”

His drink arrives. He drains half of it. Stops. Breathes. Follows her tug away from the bar and towards a potted fern that’s relatively unoccupied.

“I know what you’re doing,” he says, but there’s a defeated edge to it. Pointing people out, analyzing the situation under the guise of helping her navigate it, it will take the worst edges off his strain. She can make very educated guesses as to who these people are, but that doesn’t help Jason at all so she’ll play ignorant for his sake.

Bruce hasn’t shown himself.

“Start by pointing out Bruce’s horde,” she suggests. “So I know when they start showing up on my doorstep.”

“Okay,” Jason takes a deep breath. “Over there, with the blonde hair, that’s Stephanie…”

—

“That’s Connor Kent.” Jason points at the dark haired teenager talking to Tim and looking distinctly uncomfortable in the fancy environment.

“Ah. And who’s she?” She nods to the cute blonde girl hovering by Tim and the newly identified Connor.

“That’s Cassie Sandsmark.” Abruptly, Jason looks uncomfortable. Silena tilts her head at him. “I…” he blows out a hard breath, then slumps against the door-frame they’ve taken refuge in, “it completely slipped my mind or I would have said something sooner. She’s one of Tim’s friends, so I steer clear but…”

“Spit it out, Jason.”

“... She’s a daughter of Zeus.” Silena’s heart freezes in her chest.

“What.”

“I… Yeah.” The confirmation, the lack of arguing, the lack of… anything, it cuts her to the core, spills her intestines out across this fine ball except she’s all cinched into her lovely silks, blood stained and shining like a diamond.

Panicking.

“How old is she?” The girl looks to be older, too old- if she was born after the war, she’d be barely out of diapers. You know what this means.

“What?”

“How old is she?” Jason blinks at her like he’s never seen her before. Maybe he hasn’t. She can’t remember ever being this angry since she’s met him. Defeated? Yes. Resigned? Yes. Wildly trying to hold her life together with both desperate hands? Absolutely yes. But this rage? This she hasn’t felt in a long time.

“... Sixteen? Seventeen? Right around Tim I think.”

“I have to go.”

“Silena-” She doesn’t wait, she can’t be here. I can’t see her . She can’t see this child, she’s a child, you can’t blame her, it’s not her fault-

But she’s everything we could have had.

Acknowledgement. Openness. Freedom. She fights in the open, with heroes she can call on if something goes wrong. Not scurrying around street corners, praying a hungry monster doesn’t find you for lunch and with nowhere to go but the next ditch big enough to hide in, no one to call, no way to call without getting caught. Not bleeding out on concrete and screaming for a parent who won’t answer.

“Hello?” Dick Grayson is in front of her, blinking in confusion, then his eyes flick up to where Jason is undoubtedly barging his way after her, if he gets to me I’ll spill my guts and he’ll do something rash, I have to leave- “I’m sorry, you must be-”

“Give me a five minute head start?” she bargains sweetly, the words sticking to the inside of her mouth like thick honey, coating the air in sickeningly pink spun sugar, making him blink heavily before he smiles widely and pats her shoulder.

“Of course. Explain why later?”

“Thank you.” If she ever sees this brother again, she’ll lie and he’ll believe her. That’s the way of things.

“Better get moving,” he scoots out of her way, putting his body between her and her pursuer, your sacrifice will be remembered. “Jason! Buddy!”

She gets farther than she expected, sees the light at the end of the tunnel in the form of a side door, damn, maybe I will give Dick a few grains of truth, when it all goes to hell. Jason is too damned perceptive and adaptive and he knows her too well, gods damn it all why am I seeing a vigilante? She has to be at the top of her game to lose him and unfortunately, that means she loses focus on everything else pretty fucking quick.

That means she runs straight into the object of her ire. Right into Cassie Sandsmark.

“Oh! Sorry! I didn’t see you there!” I can’t do this. “You’re new, are you Jason’s girlfriend that Tim told me about? I’ve been hoping to meet you. Everyone has, they talk about you so much!” I can’t do this. “Right! Where are my manners? Hi, my name’s Cassie,” the girl sticks out her hand, beaming at Silena who swallows around bile and her own, gut searing hate.

“Anna.” That’s who she is to this city, always will be but to a certain few. Silena Beauregard is dead to the world. Just like so many others but here you fucking are-

“Nice to meet you Anna, are you enjoying the party?”

“I was just about to leave, actually.” Lying is like breathing, she is a child she’s not to blame. “I’m afraid I’m not feeling well.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Get some rest and feel better?” Jason is getting close, having finally shaken Dick, his face a terrible mix of thunderousfuriousconcernedscared and she has to go or she’s going to turn into a blubbering mess in the middle of this fancy gala, screaming for justice from beings that don’t care anyways right in front of the girl who’s entire existence is a slap in the face to so many dead children.

“I will, thank you.” And she fucking books it.

—

Thalia picks up on the first ring, thank the gods.

“I can’t talk for long.”

“It’s Silena.” Giving her the option to just hang up right out the gate, to take the guilt off Silena’s own shoulders. If Thalia brushes her off, she won’t call back. Their truce only extends as far as wounded Hunters in the wrong place at the worst time.

“... Why did you call me?” This is not one of those times.

“I…” Do you have to give her this pain? “This was a mistake, I’m sorry-”

“Silena, wait.” There’s a long moment of silence between them, separated by caverns of miles and loyalties and morals. Cinched together by blood, and there’s nowhere else to go- “Why did you call?”

“Wonder Girl,” she whispers, this is a mistake. “I…”

“What about her?”

“Never mind, I shouldn’t say-”

“Silena.”

“... She’s a kid, Thalia. None of us should hate her but…” Silena buries her head in her hands, yanking at handfuls of her hair just to feel the grounding pain in her scalp. “I had to leave, I couldn’t stay.”

“What does this have to do with why you called me?”

“She’s a daughter of Zeus and she’s sixteen.” Silence. Utter silence. She stares at the charred ground where she's burned dozens of other demigods, ones far less powerful than the girl running around at the gala now without a fear in the world. Dozens who had been hunted, mangled, chewed up and spit back out only to be kicked down to Hades without so much as a by-your-leave. “I’m sor-”

“Thank you for telling me,” Thalia’s voice is a raw whisper through the already crackling speaker.

Click.

Silena pulls the phone from her ear. Probably for the best, she’s pushed her luck far enough already. She’s not that far from Gotham, nor is she that insane. Zeus had one fucking job and he had to fuck it up twice?

There’s a rustle behind her. You didn’t get away fast enough.

“How much did you hear?” Only his perfectly shined dress shoes are visible in her left peripheral, coming to a silent stop next to her, both of them staring at the burned ground. It’s an olive branch.

“Isn’t it dangerous for you to use a phone?”

“Hm.”

“Silena.”

“This is where I burn them,” she admits, curling around herself. “The ones who don’t make it. A shroud, two drachma and prayers to see them down to Hades.” She’s losing her battle with tears. “I… She’s a child, it’s not her fault. But… she’ll never know. She’s been so safe and she doesn’t even know it. How…” shoving her face into her knees, she loses the war against her enraged despair completely. “How am I supposed to look at her, knowing Thalia? Knowing Nico? Percy? Knowing what I did? And Zeus just went out and broke his oath again with no regards and she’s sixteen, Jason! Thalia will never be sixteen! Nico lost seventy years because Zeus was so fucking afraid of Hades that he wanted to kill Nico! Bianca lost those same seventy years for nothing because now she’s dead! And Percy had to give Luke the knife that Luke used to take his own life and he lives with that-” her body is shaking uncontrollably, but she can’t stop, this has built up for too long. Throwing her head backwards, she glares up at the hidden stars her mother, her enemy, lives among and screams- “We were all children, why was she the one that was spared?!”

The silence is an answer in itself.

“Why her?” she whispers, knowing he doesn’t have an answer and never will. There is no answer. Not really. “Why her?”

—

“What would life have been like?” Clarisse tips her head back, staring at where the stars would have been if Gotham wasn’t covered in a large veil of light pollution. “To just,” she snaps her fingers, “turn it all off?”

“Normal.” Silena grinds her chin deeper into her forearms. “Gods…”

“They’re the ones that got us into this mess, cupcake.”

“Shut up.” But it’s half-hearted at best. Clarisse chuckles, her hip pressing into Silena’s shoulder in a familiar streak of warmth.

“Do we tell her?” That’s the million dollar question. Do we tell her? Tell her what exactly? Tell her about the horrors she’d missed? About the sister who gave up normality to prevent a prophecy that never even touched Cassie? About the piles of bodies left the wake of godly ambitions, the piles yet to come?

“I don’t know. On one hand, she should know she’s not alone, that there are a bunch of us out there. But on the other…”

“She’s missed all this shit. We shouldn’t drag her in just because we’re jealous.” Jealous. That’s the one word Silena’s been avoiding and Clarisse threw it out like it was no big deal. Jealous.

Because that’s just it, isn’t it? She’s jealous that Cassie Sandsmark has gotten this far relatively scot-free. That there’s a large chance the girl doesn’t wake up at stupid o’clock every night, body tight and breathing quick, soaked in sweat and biting back screams. Clawing at her own face, straining in vain to see from a useless eye.

“I used to wonder why Mom hated me,” Silena admits quietly. Clarisse exhales. “When I got to camp. Why didn't she love me enough to make sure the monsters never found me? Why couldn’t I live with my normal family? Mom had to hate me, because if she didn’t, then I could go home without something trying to eat my little brother when we went for a walk. But I figured out that all the gods hate their children, don’t they? In some way, they all hate us eventually. Because we fail. We’re mortal. We’re not perfect. They put us up to impossible tasks again and again until we fail.” Clarisse’s hand trembles as she runs it through Silena’s hair. “But I think…” Silena swallows around the realization she stumbled across far too young, “our worst sin is that we’re not them.”

Clarisse slides to the grating, sitting down next to where Silena is slumped and leans their temples together. Neither of them speak again, two jealous daughters of unsatisfied gods offering each other empty comfort. What else is there to say?

—

“You mean to tell me,” her knuckles are white where they’re clenched in her lap, out of Tim Drake’s sight, “that Zeus gave her mother the ability to turn her powers off?” Jason left with Dick to do something likely illegal and to keep her away from at least one curious Bat. Otherwise, she might let her trigger happy boyfriend drop-kick a child and that impulse was not something she wanted to examine right now.

Not when she has to entertain someone who broke into her apartment on behalf of a friend she wants to stab a little more than this particular interloper. Which is also not an impulse she’s particularly fond of examining.

“Yeah,” Tim nods as he takes another deep gulp of the black-as-night coffee that she keeps stocked for her revolving door of child soldiers running on fumes. If Tim bitches that she only keeps Jason’s preferred brand and uses a drip pot instead of a French press like Dick did not even two hours ago, she might lose what little of her shit she has left. “It was a whole thing, right? Like they lied to her all her life, but they’re cool now.”

“Cool now,” she mumbles, feeling the skin of her palms give under the pressure of her newly filled acrylic nails. She smiles as vacantly as she is able through clenched teeth. “I’ve just never heard of something like that before.”

“I don’t think demigoddesses are exactly around every corner, do you?” he grins at her and she smirks back like they’re sharing a joke instead of it being on him. “And daughters of Zeus at that.” It takes every bit of five years of you’re a spy discipline for the red in her vision to recede enough that she can actually see that Tim has sobered again. “She’s had a rough go of it,” he continues quietly, swirling his coffee, “with everyone having lied to her, even Diana. But she’s doing better.”

“That’s good.” I have never hated another human so much without knowing them and this is a fucking child, it is not her fault, you know that it’s not her fault, get a hold of yourself you insane woman-

“And I was talking to her and she says she’s sorry for whatever she did that made you run away from her?” She can’t fix that. “She swears she won’t hurt anyone, she has control of her powers.” Her nails pop out of her palms. There’s blood, she can feel it drip, drip, dripping all over her hands. Where it belongs.

“I’m not worried that she’ll hurt me.” Hero or not, the girl would be hard pressed to go against Silena, who can hamstring her with a few words. Cassie’s powers are the least harmful thing about her. “I was having a rough night.” Smiling, Silena weaves a tale like she has so many times before and Tim is none the wiser, “and I really wasn’t making a good impression. For that, I apologize to everyone involved.”

“Have you apologized to Jason? He seemed really worried.” Whatever detente Bruce’s two wards have come to, it’s clearly only a ceasefire on Jason’s end. Likely for Dick’s sake. But what does it mean to Tim? Obviously more, by the way he’s expressing concern for Jason. It’s sweet, if not a little bit sad. There will always be a barrier between them, Silena knows, and it’s a barrier that Bruce put there.

“He was the first person I talked to.” There wasn’t a need for an apology. Jason had just held her as she cried in the graveyard. Jason had carried her home and refused to leave her side. He’d been the one to call Clarisse.

“That’s good. He really seems to like you. Talked to Dick about you a lot. Enough that Dick mentioned you to us. We’ve all been wanting to meet you. And he brought you to the gala, so he really likes you.”

“Hm.” I know. She can taste his love and she knows Jason knows she can too. He doesn’t hide it. “I like him too.” There’s a lot more than like there. If she wasn’t so sure that Aphrodite would take it as an insult that Silena even got a drip of happiness, she’d do her damndest to keep him. You already are, come what may.

If a drop of water can keep a man from dying, this sliver of happiness might be what saves her soul.

“I can tell,” Tim takes another sip of coffee, like that will hide the goofy little grin he’s trying to smother. “Dick said you’re the first, um, normal person who’s been around? Shit, that sounds bad, but like I mean it like you’re not a superhero- Ah, I’m bungling this-”

“I get it, I get it.” And she does understand the sentiment, even if it’s not wholly correct. To everyone on the outside, she’s a simple office worker who caught the Red Hood’s eye enough for him to let her near. The Red Hood himself, however, knows the truth is very different and that’s why he’s letting her get so close to other heroes.

“Are you ever afraid?” Tim asks.

“Hm?”

“Of what might happen?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, how the Joker might come after you?” Kronos had me in his maw. “That you might get hurt?” I’m blind in one eye and have scars to prove I survived the impossible. “That someone might, I don’t know, turn on you to get to Jason?” I turned on people I loved and they died for it.

“No.” She’s done all that and more already. “No. I’ll take whatever comes and I’ll face it as best I can. I’m not going to live in a shadow of fear.”

“You’re braver than a lot of people.” She shrugs.

“I’m alive,” she replies simply, “and sometimes those two are the same thing.”

“Huh,” Tim chuckles, taking a very deep drag of coffee. “Philosophical. No wonder you and Jason get along.” She smiles again, wiping her bloody palm discreetly on a napkin before taking a sip of her own tea. Swallows down peppermint and a million secrets next to Tim’s butterscotch curiosity. “Will you tell me what his favorite book is? I’m looking for Christmas ideas and I really want to get on his good side. All things considered,” he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, “I know it’s not like my fault but I still feel bad for, I dunno, usurping him? Even if he was dead. And I know he’s still mad, so I was thinking I’d get him something really nice? Like a first edition of a book or a signed copy or something? I don’t know, do you have any better ideas?”

“I think…” Silena tilts her head at Tim and makes a mental note to talk to Jason about what exactly had happened between them later. “You’re at a good starting point. And he doesn’t have a good collection of the classics anymore. I’d recommend The Odyssey.” Tim nods, clearly thinking hard. “But, if you really want to do something extraordinary,” he perks up as she grins over the rim of her mug. “I think his old collection is still at the Manor and he hasn’t managed to sneak all of it out yet.”

#silena beauregard #jason todd #clarisse la rue #cassie sandsmark #thalia grace #tim drake #dick grayson #batman #percy jackson and the olympians #my writing #ao3 link

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g1rltalk · 5 months

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♀ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ୭̥⋆*｡ ❪ basics ❫

STAGE NAME ﹕minji (민지)

BIRTH NAME ﹕kim minji (김민지)

ENGLISH NAME ﹕crystal

BIRTHDAY ﹕january 7, 1999

ZODIAC SIGN ﹕aquarius

NATIONALITY ﹕korean

ETHNICITY ﹕korean

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♀ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ୭̥⋆*｡ ❪ physical ❫

FACE ﹕yu jimin of aespa

HEIGHT ﹕167.8cm / 5’6”

WEIGHT ﹕45kg (99lbs)

BLOOD TYPE ﹕b

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♀ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ୭̥⋆*｡ ❪ career ❫

OCCUPATION ﹕idol

COMPANY ﹕delphi entertainment

GROUP ﹕girl talk

POSITION ﹕main vocalist, face of the group

REPRESENTATIVE COLOR ﹕purple

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI ﹕🐶

INSTAGRAM ﹕minzikim

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♀ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ୭̥⋆*｡ ❪ history ❫

Kim Minji was born in Seoul, South Korea on January 7, 1999 to the CEO of NWU, Kim Wonshik, and songwriter ‘Mazi’ Jung Yebin, also being the granddaughter of Shin Youngmi, an opera singer. It is speculated that her uncle’s girlfriend is the founder of Delphi Entertainment, Son Bomi. By the age of eight, she had already been in a few commercials and had multiple short scenes in Princess Hours.

In 2014, she was a trainee at SM Entertainment but left a year later. It is widely speculated that her vocal coach, Youngjae Kwon, had to do something with her departure from SM Entertainment from posts from Anonymous people. She joined Delphi Entertainment and was one of the most popular trainees, especially after being revealed as one of the girls for GIRLISH. It was inevitable for her to debut in GIRL TALK.

In 2017, she was announced as a trainee in Delphi Entertainment’s pre-debut girl group project; GIRLISH, with nine other girls. She was well received by the public and was the first member to be revealed for GIRL TALK. She debuted in 2018 in the girl group GIRL TALK as their main vocalist and face of the group.

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delphi-dreamin · 2 years

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The Power of a Touch

Delphi discovers that there was more to her pacts with the demon brothers than she'd realized.

Welcome to the sequel to my pact marks series! Delphi has a lot to learn about her new pacts, starting with the connections she now shares with her pact mates.

Characters: MC!Delphi, Mammon, Asmodeus

Genre: smut

Warnings: (please let me know if there are any that should be tagged here! because I genuinely don't know!)

Word count: 858

Mammon

Number of pacts: 4

Delphi isn't overly greedy by nature. She doesn't need the biggest TVs, the fanciest cars, the nicest clothes, or the shiniest jewelry. She's usually content with what she has. Which is why the sudden bone-deep need for the pocket watch was so alarming to her.

It isn’t that it’s a Louie Vutton, though that doesn’t necessarily hurt. And it isn’t that each of the hands and the 12 on the clock face shimmer with genuine rubies. It’s that the casing and the face are made of clear crystal, exposing all of the glimmering gold inner clockwork. She watches, pulse racing in her throat, as the gears turn and springs wind under the bright white light of the display case. The glittering of the blood red gems almost makes her mouth water as she watches the hands on their slow path around the watch’s face.

Distantly, she can feel a warmth building on the skin just below her bra line. So, she brings a hand to the pact mark there and begins to slowly trace it with her thumb, thankful she wore the dress Asmo suggested today that shows off the mark perfectly. She can feel herself tracing over the arch of the sun-like semicircle, delicately ghosting her fingertips over each of the rays as she comes to them. Her touch leaves a lovely little tingling sensation in its wake, and though she isn't entirely sure why, she does enjoy the sensation. Focusing on it instead of the watch, she’s able to pull herself away and turn back to Asmo.

The Avatar of Lust looks at her with a sly grin and she feels her face beginning to flush.

“W-what?” she chuckles, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and looking down quickly.

Asmo’s grin is like a cat’s as he takes her arm and leads her out of the store. He leans down, lips to the shell of her ear and whispers, “You have no idea what you were just doing, do you, darling?”

“What are you talking about?” she yelps, shying away from his warm breath fanning over her ear and neck. She feels his pact mark beginning to warm and knows he’s doing this on purpose. But it still works. He knows how to use her own body against her.

He steers her quickly back toward the House of Lamentation, grin never leaving his glossed lips.

“We’re going home, Delphi dear,” he says, as cryptically as before. “And I’m going to show you exactly what it is you were doing to my poor sweet older brother just now.”

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The photographer yells something at him, but Mammon doesn’t hear it. There’s a warmth starting to spread from his solar plexus outward, but he isn’t entirely sure what it is. That is, until his heart begins to race and his face begins to heat and the front of his pants begins to grow tight. He can feel the sensation of fingers lightly trailing over his skin as his breath grows shallower and his face grows hotter, and it’s all he can do to bolt from the set before things get even worse.

His dressing room is thankfully clear of makeup artists and hair stylists when he gets inside and slams the door closed behind him. The phantom hands roaming his body haven’t stopped. In fact, they’ve only gotten more solid-feeling. They have heat and weight now, and Mammon thinks he almost recognizes them as he flops down onto the sofa.

Did one of the witches he owes curse him? Is this some sort of sick prank from some lower level demon he suckered all the cash out of? Did Levi do something to him because he got tired of Mammon not paying him back?

Whatever’s going on, he has about half a second to be thankful this is an accessory shoot and he’s in his own clothes before the heat that’s been growing within him overflows and he’s humping air, pumping stream after sticky stream of cum into his boxers and jeans. He throws an arm over his face as he comes down, panting as if he’d just run a marathon.

As the haze of his orgasm clears, he vaguely remembers feeling the tug on his pact with Delphi before this all started, feeling the slight tingling sensation at the nape of his neck that told him she was indulging in his sin. He’d let it wash over him, enjoyed it. It was so rare that she felt Greed like this.

“Was that…?” he breathes, fishing his D.D.D. out of his back pocket and finding Delphi’s contact. He tries calling her, but it goes straight to voicemail. With a growl, he tries again, but hangs up when he receives a message from her instead.

Partner in Crime 💛

>Delphi can’t come to the phone right now~

>She’s getting a lesson on how pact marks work ♡

“Fuckin’ Asmo,” Mammon growls, dropping his D.D.D. onto the floor beside the sofa. He’ll have to go back soon and explain why the hell he’d just ran like that. But first, he realizes with a groan, he’s got to change pants.

Tags: @leavesandflowers @sassykattery @ariamichel @the-ghost-of-panda @sparkbeast20

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me mammon smut #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #mc!delphi #obey me shall we date #obey me smut #this fic is like my miracle baby #please love it

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I have a bit of an idea in a fic I'm working on. This is pure continuity soup.

Tarn in a Holomatter avatar taking care of a Human!Allspark reader, after the DJD wrecks Delphi to get Allspark. not necessarily sexy but human is very touch starved and he's inspecting them for wounds. The holomatter is a perfect tactile replica. human's equal parts flinching and leaning in to the touch.

Trying to get a read on how Tarn'd take the knowledge and how he'd use it.

You have any thoughts?

Hmmm ultimately speaking it varies a lot on what take on Tarn you're following

Hmm, seeing how they were willing to tear Delphi apart for the Allspark but also showing some level of concern for the reader, I'm thinking the DJD are gonna drag the reader with them to Megs to see what the course of action next, blah blah blah growing closer and all that.

I think he'll just. Internally panic upon learning the human is the Allspark because Tarn expected like a little box or crystal or something. Not an organic, which considering how the DJD were never on earth but they need to Protect The Allspark I suggest for Tarn to go nuts research wise. Okay I forget which blog does humanformer versions of the DJD members often but they gave Tarn both the mask and the mullet and I'm so sorry but that's how I imagine humanformer Tarn now.

I have an Idea what you're setting up here, and vibe I'm getting is a combo of the "Elegant Villain who'll burn the world down for you" route and "poor little meow meow" route

I could be wrong though

(also I'm reminded of Ratchet's holomatter avatar in the Signature series and how he used it in the same manner as Tarn does here, less so for blending in but moreso for closer direct interaction)

#maccadam #transformers #x reader #Tarn #who I'm assuming is somewhat less fucked up than he usually is?#decepticon justice division #Megatron #how did the human reader get on delphi?

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[ sleep ] for your muse to wake mine .

The gentle hand along the crystal doorknob does not wake her. A slim frame slipping beneath her fluffy duvet does not wake her. A warm body taking residency just beside her is still not enough. It isn’t until familiar arms stretch around Delphini’s tiny frame and slender fingers find purchase amongst her curls that the little witch begins to rouse.

It’s still dark when she opens her eyes, mind foggy, unsure exactly what it was that woke her - or rather, who.

“Mama?” She whispers amongst the night, a tiny fist sneaking out from under the blankets to rub against her heavy eyes.

Her mother hushes her, warm arms pulling the little girl in closer. Delphini welcomes the intrusion, her own hands finding a home wrapped around her mother, a small forehead taking its familiar perch against Bella’s collarbone.

“It’s cold.” The little witch breathes sleepily, content to cuddle up closer to mummy, entirely oblivious to the feud that just went down across the hall.

Those silencing charms once again proved effective. Delphini had not heard a word of her parents screaming despite their fight turning close to violent.

It was not often that Bellatrix stood her ground against the Dark Lord.

As such, Delphini had yet to attribute these midnight visits from her mother as side effects to her parents' fighting. Bella almost has her little witch back to sleep but - no - this time Delphi recognizes something is different. The familiar lullaby of her mother’s heartbeat sounds off somehow, almost sad?

Tiny brows scrunch in confusion. Delphini pulls away to look up at Bella’s face. She smiles, for a moment the little girl is certain that her mother must be the most beautiful witch in all the world. It's only then, amongst the moonlight, that she catches a gleam of tears in mama’s eyes. Delphini’s heart yanks.

“S’wrong, mummy?” She asks thoughtfully, little hands reaching up to cup her mother’s cheek with a tenderness that would normally come difficult to one so young. “Did you have a bad dream?”

#here's a little fluff to brighten your afternoon #evening for you actually??#I think yes #delphini #delphi #bellatrix lestrange #mama bella

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Apollo Deity Guide

The Romans knew him as either Apollo or Phoebus, he is the god of the sun, art, and music.

Who is Apollo?

Apollo was also worshipped as god of healing and medicine as well as prophecy and divination.

Unlike his more introverted twin sister, Apollo kept the company of many beings from deities to mortals.

Parents and Siblings

Zeus is his father, his mother is Leto

Artemis is his only full sibling.

Ares

Dionysus

Hermes

Hephaestus

Heracles

Minos

Perseus

Rhadamanthus

Athena

Persephone

Eileithyia

Hebe

Eris

Helen of Troy

The Graces

The Muses

Moirae

Lovers or Partners

Apollo had lovers of both the male and female variety!

Female Lovers include: Hecuba, Ourea, Arsinoe, Coronis, Creusa, Cyrene, Rhoeo, Evadne, Thero, Dryope and The Muses.

Male Lovers include: Cyparissus, Branchus, Admetus, Adonis, Atymnius, Boreas, Helenus, Hippolytus, Hymenaios, Hyacinth, Lapis, Phorbas

Apollo also had many one-sided loves such as Daphne, Hyrie/Thyrie, and Melia.

Children

He had many children including, Asclepius, Orpheus, Ion, Aristaeus, Amphiaraus, Troilus and Scylla. Look here for a bigger list of Apollo's children and their mothers.

Epithets

Paean

Apollon

Phoebus Apollo, or just Pheobus

Loxias” (referring to the god’s ambiguous oracles, called loxia)

“Lyceus” (a word that simultaneously evokes light, wolves, and the region of Lycia) (Mythopedia)

Apollo Daphnephoros

He is often conflated with Helios, the personification of the sun.

Holy Days/Festivals

The Pythian Games

The Delia

Celebrated in Athens, The Boedromia, Metageitnia, and Pyanepsia

Thargelia.) - Apollo’s Birthday, the day after Artemis’, would be the 7th day of Thargelion, which is roughly May 25th in the Gregorian calendar.

The Carneia and Hyacinthia were celebrated in Sparta

The Daphnephoria was celebrated every nine years in Thebes

Notes

From literature we know that the twins didn’t immediately start out as deities of the moon and sun respectively.

The most important temple dedicated to Apollo is the temple and Oracle at Delphi. The priestess Pythia would listen to and deliver Apollo’s prohocies and words. The story says that Pythia had breathed in vapors that rose from a spring underneath the temple.

Modern Deity Work

Correspondences

Disclaimer - Not all of these are traditional or historic correspondences nor do they need to be. However, any correspondence that can be considered traditional will be marked with a (T).

Rocks/Stone/Crystals

Sunstone

Gold

Tiger’s eye jasper

Citrine

Herbs/Plants

Laurel (T)

Hyacinth (T)

Palm tree (T)

Larkspur (T)

Sunflowers

Marigolds (Calendula)

Animals

Swans (T)

Cicadas

Ravens and crows (T)

Wolves/Dogs

Dolphins

Deer (T)

Hawks (T)

Snakes

Mice

Lions

Symbols

Lyre/Harp (T)

Curved Bow (T)

The Sun (T)

Plectrum (pick)

Sword

Laurel Crown (T)

Offerings

Any of the items listed above, or iconography of the items

Art of or that reminds you of Apollo (T)

Signs of the Sun

Honey (T)

Baked goods

Fruits and nuts (T)

Sun water

Wine (T)

Olives, olive oil, olive branch (T)

Oranges

Acts of Devotion

Celebrate the Olympics

Take up a sport

Dance

Read hymns of Apollo (T)

Watch and appreciate the sunrise and sunset

Bask in the sunlight (use sunscreen if you plan on doing this for longer than a few minutes!)

Practice divination (T)

Study philosophy, medicine, and pursue knowledge!

Write or read poetry and songs written for Apollo (T)

Keep in mind that these are only some ideas for offerings and correspondences! Items and activities that connect you to her in a more personal way are just as good, and often better, than those you find on the internet. As with any relationship, feel it out, ask questions, and be attentive and receptive!

References and Further Reading

Apollo - Mythopedia

Mythopedia has huge lists on either page for further reading on both Artemis and Apollo.

Apollo - Wikipedia

Apollo - Theoi Project

More Epithets here

Apollo - Greekmythology.com

Myths of Greece and Rome; Apollo (Phoebus) By Jane Harrison (Via Sacred-Texts)

Fun fact about Coin: I have a tattoo inspired by Apollo, with an arrow going through the roman numeral XIII and a minimalist sun overlaying the middle of the number in honor of my own twin who has the same tattoo but with a moon instead of a sun.

#apollo #deity deep dive #deity work #deity guide #apollo deity guide #apollon #witchcraft #pagan #paganism #hellenic paganism #hellenism

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whispersinthedawn · 1 year

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Fic Masterlist

Lie to Me (Apollo x Percy)

Summary: Percy's got a lot going on: a new apartment, a new job, a new editor for her manuscript, a new ... boyfriend? Can't forget the new army Hazel's been cooking up in New Rome. Oh, and her Dad wants her to get married, preferably to someone immortal, because he just loves her that much.

Apollo ... isn't really into marriage, or that much into Percy, or at all into doing Poseidon's bidding. But he is into revenge. And safety. And maybe into overthrowing Zeus. He's just grateful he's a good liar.

How else is he meant to pretend he loves Percy for the rest of his life?

Playlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

The Last of a Dying Breed (Apollo x Percy)

Summary: “You do not go on quests, Percy,” Apollo told her flatly. “You assign them. You're the one they come to when they need to embark on a perilous journey.”

“I send them to their deaths, you mean,” Percy snapped.

“If that's what lies in their fate,” was the callous answer.

Percy Jackson grows up during World War II, takes up the mantle of the Oracle of Delphi in a desperate bid to save her fellow demigods – and then watches all her siblings die one by one due to a prophecy she made.

Bianca di Angelo just wants to know why she cannot remember anything except the face of the Oracle sleeping in the attic of the Big House. And why Annabeth insists that Bianca is the hero they need to find Zeus’s stolen lightning bolt.

Preferably before they start World War III.

Playlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Memory in a Mural (Apollo x Percy)

Posted on AO3

Summary: Percy never thought he'd say this, but he felt a smidgeon of sympathy for a Titan. If hindsight was 20-20, then there was no way that Epimetheus, with his shoddy vision, ever walked anywhere without crashing into innumerable walls.

For Percy, after all, the clues had been as obvious as a trail of breadcrumbs.

But it still took Daedalus showing Percy, not Icarus, the marvellous mechanical wings the inventor had devised to escape the Labyrinth, for the demigod to notice the arrow speeding straight for his face.

Being stuck here, not in a dream, but in someone else's body, was the wall that Percy had crashed into and brought down on himself.

Percy had landed in the past – and he had no one but himself to blame.

Part 1, Part 2

Concealed in the Coriolis (Apollo x Percy)

Posted on AO3

Blurb: “I just want to have a baby with you,” Coronis screamed at the sky. “Is that so much to ask for?”

Apollon winced audibly behind her. Bedding a beautiful woman was never a hardship. It was just ...

“We need to have Asclepius,” Coronis said, eyes bright with the fervour of a zealot. “A temple to him in every town, where anyone who needs healing can receive it. A system of medicine that will last for millennia. The skill to heal even death!”

And then she pointed a hand up at the blazing Sun overhead. “And a caesarean! You need to cut Asclepius out in the first such surgery.” “After I’m dead,” she amended after a moment before brightening. “Though I’ll live again in the wonderful world he’ll build, so that’s fine.”

Yes, Apollon would have bedded Princess Coronis in a heartbeat. If only she hadn’t opened her mouth!

Or, Percy Jackson never expected to end up in the body of a princess from ancient Greece. Especially not this princess. But as a child born in a hospital from a caesarean, he knows his duty. Lie on his back and think of his mom. No, not that way.

If only Apollo would get with the plan!

Part 2, Part 6, Part 7

Dionysus Presents: The Gods of Olympus

Summary: Where Apollo picks on Dionysus because how come someone other than him is the one allowed to live full-time at his new Delphi? And Dionysus decides to ruin Apollo's life by making a tell-all, ridiculous show about the Gods.

Starring: Apollo the Instrument Shop owner, Zeus the Pilot, Hades the Crystal Connoisseur, Poseidon as That One Surfer Dude Who Thinks He Can Fish, Ariadne the Apple of the Director's Eye (or should it be grape?), and other sundry gods Dionysus is sure will get on his wrong side someday.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

The Sand on your Shores (Apollo x Percy)

Read on Ao3

Summary: “Percy Jackson?" Apollon queried haughtily.

The sole human of the trio looked over insouciantly. “Yeah?”

Apollon pursed his lips, inordinately irritated at being ignored by the other two. No creature with the scales of the sea or with the glow of divinity should ever ignore him, even if he was currently mortal.

“You have been granted the great privilege of my services,” Apollon gritted out.

“Which one?” the monstrous son of Poseidon inquired.

Apollon glared in silent inquiry.

“Which Percy Jackson are you meant to serve?” the monster clarified.

Apollon blinked, abruptly shaken out of his terrified fury. “There's more than one?”

“You see,” the demigod explained with the air of one who knew he was about to ruin a person's day, “We're all Percy Jackson. Every single one of us.”

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Drowning on Dry Land (Apollo x Percy)

Read on AO3

Summary: For a fleeting second, Apollo imagined that he was in one of his gilded marble temples. This was just another petitioner come crawling on their knees for a miracle from the great Apollo. Then the second passed. The walls were the impersonal, antiseptic white of the Apollo Teaching Hospital, not the carved marble of a Roman temple. At his side wasn’t a stone altar but a creaky metal examination table on the verge of collapse. And he wasn’t the Olympian god Apollo but the grandson of Koios, the Titan Lord of the North, eking out his survival by virtue of his mother’s tears and his grandfathers’ forbearance. “Ms Percy Jackson.” Apollo addressed the eighteen-year-old. “As often as you visit, I’m starting to think you just want to see me.” Kronos won the war before the Olympians even knew there was one. Stripped of most of his domains and stuck performing menial tasks for the Titans' entertainment, Apollo is desperate for any change. And then he finds a demigod he just knows will be important.

40, 43, 48, 49, 50

Fluttering Fireflies (Apollo x Percy)

Posted on Ao3

Summary: Percy stared at Apollo, flummoxed. “I told you that accepting anything from you because you have a crush on me would be taking advantage of you. So you decided you wanted to marry me instead?”

“Yes,” Apollo stated.

Percy ran a hand through his hair, before he turned a beseeching look at his father. But Poseidon just offered him a proud smile.

And why not? The god had just arranged the marriage of his youngest child with an Olympian who had fallen for Percy like a rock off the peak of Mount Everest.

Percy threw up his hands in the air. “I … am done. Just done.” Done wondering just when he’d entered an alternate dimension where Poseidon took pleasure in betrothing Percy.

1, 2, 3

Between the Heavens and the Embers

Posted on Ao3

Summary: Percy was an eagle. Without wings or claws, Percy had somehow become an eagle. "Focus." “I,” she began haltingly. “I was …” trying to avoid sleep, “trying to detect any pursuers. When my hearing sharpened. And I could suddenly overhear … birds.” The rustle of feathers, the flutter of leaves, the whistle of the wind through the slats, and the screeching of the train wheels on the rails. The metronome beating a steady, artificial rhythm where Apollo’s heart should have been. “I can hear things,” she finished pathetically. “In moments of terrible stress,” Apollo glanced around their banal surroundings and amended, “or moments of great paranoia, demigods are liable to direct their untapped potential into cultivating their senses for a power-up. You’re transitioning – from human to something more … demigodly. You’re literally growing more sensory receptors. But your brain–” Apollo shrugged as if the state of her pitifully mortal brain matter was a foregone conclusion. “Brains are delicate. Elastic, but given to self-preservation. It’ll be a long time if ever until you adapt to your senses.”

Long enough that she might die because of those senses.

Part 1

Ocean of Storms (Apollo x Percy)

Apollo is many things - the premier mage of light on Earth, the director of the Association of Medicine, the son of the ruler of most of the known Universe. He's also, more recently

The killer of his great Uncle, one of the titans of the Titans Corporation.

Exiled from Earth

Stuck on Pan, a watery exoplanet in the Andromeda Galaxy

Falling in love with a smuggler, provider of home-made health supplements, and quite possibly someone who sparks storms across the planet when she's upset

About to get into a fight with the Titans so he can get his exile rescinded and return to Earth.

It's been a busy couple of weeks.

Part 1, 2

My world's gone upside down

A Cornucopia of Surprises (Apollo x Percy)

Summary: A god for a boyfriend brings along a lot of perks: fast transportation, a warm body to leech heat off, and the certainty that this was one guy who was never going to die on her. Sure, Apollo had his issues - chief among them an incomprehensible distaste for Taylor Swift.

But that was no reason to turn Percy into a horror from the deep seas just because she sang a few too many lyrics! (And no, mermaids weren't cute. They couldn't breathe above water, after all.)

Part 1, Part 2

Stuck in your Head (Apollo x Percy, Percy x Annabeth)

Posted on AO3

Summary: Chaos tries to send Persia Jackson into the past because she'd like a few more followers, thank you. The Fates drag her into Perseus's Jackson's world to regurgitate her life story because they'd rather not get wiped from existence, thank you. And Percy? Well, Percy doesn't think reading about the life and times of his alternate is going to prove very useful when the gods have never learnt of a loss they can't change.

Rachel ... thinks the boy in her dreams is creepy. Just not creepier than the guy promising to return her to her home if she only does him a teeny-tiny favour and helps him kill Daedalus before Kronos can possess an automaton.

The gods have also never heard of patience or waiting until they have the whole story, after all.

Part 1

House of Memories

Posted on AO3

Tyche really might be into him, Apollo realised as he looked at the arm-length splinter buried into the ground just a couple inches from his foot.

Then he dismissed the notion.

More like, Eris had the hots for him, really, but he was just too good to fall for her machinations.

‘More like, you've already been through this day before,’ an alarmingly familiar voice snapped inside Apollo's mind. ‘This day, this decade, and even this century!’

‘Or more like,’ Apollo’s voice continued, undeterred, ‘I have gone through this century before.’

Yes, his manifestation had clearly undergone some terrible trauma before Apollo had summoned it back if it was labouring under the impression it had time-travelled.

Part 1

#pjo #fanfiction #list #perpollo #apollo x percy #percy x apollo

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mogai-sunflowers · 1 year

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HI HI back with the pronoun and name requests! Also the song was VERY good :D

Land my request is pronouns related to whimsical vibes like being a little forest creature who lives in a tree >:3

And like mythical creatures like fairies, merfolk, nymphs and such if you need any more specifics I will gladly give some!!

sorry for the late reply!! i hope these are alr!!

PRONOUNS-

fae/faer

mys/mystia

mage/mages

myst/mysts

magic/magics

sylvia/sylvias

mist/mists

misty/mistys

illusion/illusions

fanta/fantasy

day/dream

daydream/daydreams

dream/dreams

dreamy/dreamys

myth/myths

mytho/mythos

glim/glimmer

magia/magias

sir/siren

siren/sirens

enchant/enchants

hypno/hypnos

hypnosia/hypnosias

mystery/mysterys

willow/willows

will/willow

sea/seas

song/songs

whisp/whisper

fairy/fairys

fai/fair

nyx/nyxem

stella/stellar

enchant/tress

elf/elfs

elf/elven

gem/gems

story/storys

ever/every

whim/whims

whimsy/whimsic

magi/imagines

imagine/imagines

wing/wings

ether/ethers

etherea/ethereas

aurora/auroras

aura/auras

light/lights

shine/shines

star/stars

glow/glows

🧙‍♀️/🧙‍♀️s

🧙‍♂️/🧙‍♂️s

🧙/🧙s

🧚‍♀️/🧚‍♀️s

🧚‍♂️/🧚‍♂️s

🧚/🧚s

🧜‍♀️/🧜‍♀️s

🧜‍♂️/🧜‍♂️s

🧜/🧜s

🧝/🧝s

🧝‍♂️/🧝‍♂️s

🧝‍♀️/🧝‍♀️s

✨/✨s

💎/💎s

🎵/🎵s

🎼/🎼s

🎻/🎻s

🌸/🌸s

🌺/🌺s

🌷/🌷s

🌼/🌼s

🌹/🌹s

💐/💐s

☀️/☀️s

🌙/🌙s

🌈/🌈s

💗/💗s

NAMES-

fae, fey, freya, reyna, cleo, chloe, gwenivere, gwendolyn, nymph, noel, mage, magia, mystia, mystery, mystique, illusion, enchanter, chant, hypnosia, fleur, flora, sol, solea, iris, iridessa, rosetta, vidia, silvermist, fawn (don't judge me /lh), sereia, astra, sylva, sylvia, forest, ocea, ocean, seatress, willow, celestia, harmony, harmonia, artemis, athena, persephony, faye, cassandra, calypso, medusa, aurora, evelyn, pixie, sky, skye, titania, hera, lark, amara, althea, asteria, hecate, lilith, luna, nyx, nixie, verity, aether, ether, eden, eve, atlas, apollo, delphi, jupiter, neptunia, zelda, sapphire, twilight, lily, ivy, lila, shimmer, starla, starlight, aurelia, thalia, farah, melody, electra, delphine, violet, crystal, lilliana, meadow, fleur, irene, ariel, celeste, nova, ari, rhea, lyra, lyric, lavender, rainbow, mist, mysteria, star, daisy, blossom, imagine, imagina, imogen, maeve, story, forever, storyglow, starglow, faeglow, faeren

#reign replies #🌌wish upon a star ; reigns requests🌌#pronoun help #name help

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Writing Notes: Divination (pt. 1)

Priestess of Delphi by John Collier (1891, oil on canvas)

Divining the Future:

It seems humans have for a very long time been troubled by the opacity of the future. They'd like to have a better sense of what lies ahead, and they've come up with some ingenious ways of trying to get at that information, each of which has a name.

The suffix -mancy means "divination." Divination is the art or practice that seeks to foresee or foretell future events, or to discover hidden knowledge. Divination usually involves the interpretation of omens or, if you're really lucky, the assistance of supernatural powers.

Aeromancy -> divination from the state of the air or from atmospheric substances Aeromancy requires that you keep your eyes on the skies. You'll have to watch for clouds, birds, precipitation, etc. This word doubles as a fancy word for weather forecasting.

Aleuromancy -> divination by means of flour You dabble in a little aleuromancy every time you crack open the fortune cookie that arrives with your lo mein. In earlier practices, messages were baked into little balls of dough. Aleuro- means "flour," naturally, but it's only used in technical words like aleuronat, which refers to a flour with a high gluten content.

Anthropomancy -> divination from the entrails of a human being Horrifyingly, anthropomancy is widely reported to have been practiced by a great many of the ancient peoples of the world. Anthropo comes, via Latin, from the Greek anthrōpos, meaning "human being."

Astragalomancy -> divination by means of small bones or dice In early astragalomancy, small bones with marks carved into them were thrown and their positions used to predict the future. The Latin word astragalus comes from the Greek astragalos, meaning both "neck vertebra" and "molding." The word astragal can in modern English refer to a narrow half-round molding or to a projecting strip on the edge of a folding door.

Axinomancy -> divination by means of the movements of an ax placed on a post An ax will only balance on a post for so long. When it moves, according to axinomancy, its motions offer insight into who is guilty and who is not. At the word's root is the Greek axinē, meaning "axhead" or "ax."

Belomancy -> divination by drawing arrows at random from a container The arrows most often used in belomancy have messages written on them. The belo- part of this word comes from the Greek bélos, meaning "missile, dart, arrow." Bélos itself comes from ballein, meaning "to throw"—a root of such varied words as problem, hyperbole, parable, and devil.

Bibliomancy -> divination by books, especially the Bible You can open any book to a random page and decide that the first thing your eyes land on is a message that pertains to your future: instant bibliomancy. Bibliomancy is especially practiced with sacred books, such as the Bible.

Cartomancy -> fortune-telling by means of playing cards In the 18th century, young women would apparently use cartomancy to learn the details of their own nuptials—including whom their future husband would be. The cart in cartomancy of course means "card," and as the modern phrase tells us, if it's in the cards, it's inevitable.

Catoptromancy -> divination by a mirror or by crystal gazing Catoptromancy is a broad term of divination. If you want to be specific, use enoptromancy for the mirror divination, like that employed by the wicked queen in the story of Snow White, and crystallomancy for the ball of rock crystal that the Wicked Witch of the West uses in The Wizard of Oz. (Employing crystallomancy is also referred to as "scrying.") The likely root of the first part of catoptromancy is Greek katoptron, meaning "mirror."

Ceromancy -> divination from figures formed by melted wax in water Melted wax takes on interesting forms, and when you pour the melted wax into water the forms solidify and you can tell the future. According to ceromancy, that is.

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teeth-farie · 1 year

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A Rock and a Hard Place

Julian/Delphi

Notes: oc/canon, confined spaces, frottage, fingering, trans Julian, biting

☞. . . A fic trade I did with my best friend @ghoulfriendfangs ! This is their apprentice Delphi having some fun with Julian >:3

Delphi and Julian were a chaotic mix. They knew how to have fun, even if it ultimately ended in a concussion or trying to make bail for the other.

This time, however, is a little different than the others.

The pair found themselves frantically squeezing into an alleyway after a chase with a drunken brick shithouse of a man, the drunkard stumbling past the divot in the wall a hair's breadth after Delphi and Julian squeezed in.

They wait for the footsteps and slurred cursing to fade out, their breaths heavy and hearts racing. Seconds pass by, the sounds of the night the only noise to hide their hushed panting. And when they’re positive they’ve run home free, they burst out laughing.

Julian’s laugh is like a bark, deep from his chest in a mix of relief and exhilaration. Delphi almost immediately follows, their laugh like a hiccuping snort. It’s not the first time this has happened, and it certainly won’t be the last, but as the laughter dies down and the pair begin to notice exactly how they’re puzzle pieced together, it becomes crystal clear that this is a new one.

Delphi’s thigh slots between Julian’s and his between theirs, pressed chest to chest and nearly nose to nose. It would explain why it was so hard to wiggle in to hide, and now that the danger is gone and adrenaline remains, it becomes much more…erotic. Julian can feel the heat pool in his gut, the warmth between his legs start to get hotter—and Delphi is no better, their cock stirring in interest.

“Well,” Julian says almost breathlessly, craning his neck down at the blue haired magician. “It seems we’ve gotten a bit…jammed.”

Delphi digs their fingers into his sides. “Enough talk, kiss me, pirate boy.”

A rush runs through Julian’s body, thrill catching on each of his vertebrae like Delphi was using his ribcage as a xylophone. Oh, how he loves how demanding they are.

Julian groans into their mouth when their lips collide together, his knees weak and his cunt throbbing at the thought of kneeling down. It didn’t used to be this easy to make him so needy and aching, but he supposes that’s just Delphi’s charm and allure.

Delphi presses their tongue into his mouth, sloppy and barely coordinated and just how he likes it. Julian feels smothered in them, a thigh between his and a tongue down his throat—he wouldn’t have it any other way. Delphi swallows down his whimper, fingers pressing into his hips and stomach, sliding under his loose blouse and groping his chest.

There’s a certain kind of heat between their bodies; Julian can feel Delphi’s cock chub up against his thigh, thick and hot. They wiggle their hips, grinding against his lithe thigh forcefully. A moan chokes out of his throat like he was the one rutting against a leg, muffled against the magician's eager lips.

“Y-you never skip a beat, duh-darling,” the doctor pants when Delphi lets up, mouths still close enough to breathe in each other's breath.

“You love it.” They snicker, sliding cold hands down his waistband. Julian shivers, fingertips brushing over his happy trail and slotting right into place between his thighs. His hips stutter at the feeling, familiar but always so electrifying.

“Y’r wet for me,” Delphi croons, grinning wide as they rub their fingers through his lips and folds, dipping down to that wetness and coming back up to his hardened clit. He grabs tight on their shoulders, hot fiery heat on his cheeks. “All loose too.” They say to no surprise, two fingers sliding home and crooking up.

Julian’s knees wobble and shake, his teeth biting down into his lip to muffle his cry. He can still feel the stretch of their fingers no matter how malleable he may be (and rigorous rounds the night before make sure of that). “Delphi,” he gasps, rutting his clit against their angled palm. “Delphi!” He cries louder as they crook their fingers again, slotting right against his sweet spot.

They sink their teeth into his collarbone, like biting into ripe fruit- a little pop as they pierce the flesh.

The good doctor makes a sound akin to a dying animal and euphoria all the same, clenching down on their fingers. Warm blood bubbles and gushes, dirtying Delphi’s tongue and they groan happily, humping their swollen cock against his leg. Julian’s hand shakes as it rises, cradling the back of their head as they bite and suck, almost vampiric in nature. He certainly wouldn’t mind if they drained him dry.

“Good boy,” he can hear muffled and grunted into his kiss bruised skin, dull pain setting his nerves alight. He preens under the praise, following Delphi’s pumping fingers with his narrow hips. Each thrust in has the heel of their palm grinding deliciously against his needy clit, their fingers stroking and rubbing right where he needs them to.

Delphi dislodges their teeth and kisses the fresh wound, their stomach growing tight and aching as they seek the friction they crave from Julian’s thigh. They grow sloppier, yet still energetic, pinning him to the wall with their hips and hands, rutting against his tensed muscles. They’re close, he knows it.

“Please,” he begs, riding their fingers, wetness coating his pants. “Please, c-cum, please, please,”

His fate is in their hands, they could leave him aching and hungry, they could tease him more, but they’re already so close.

“Do it then, hah, birdy boy.” Delphi lovingly teases, and opens their mouth again-

And bites firmly down on his peaked nipple. Julian jumps and sobs like he’s holding a live wire, and it’s just enough to send him over. He squirts right into Delphi’s hand and soaks his pants. It trickles and bubbles through the fabric, splattering onto the dirt ground.

The magician suckles on his abused nipple in apology, fingers pulling from his cunt to firmly rub his clit as they chase down their high, bruising Julian’s hips and thighs with the forceful grind- growing shaky and unsteady until it all coalesces and they cum in their pants with a gasp.

The air is thick and heady, heavy breaths passed back and forth. Both bodies are still cramped and sweaty, but now with jelly bones.

Delphi pulls their hand out of Julian’s pants when he cries of overstimulation, his legs and everything in between sore and spent.

“Hah..haha, a quickie for the books, right?” He laughs breathlessly, his bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead.

“Definitely,” Delphi admires their handiwork with a sigh. “Wished I coulda fucked you proper, though.”

Julian’s face burns so hot they could fry an egg on it. Perhaps…he’s not as spent as he thought.

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