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𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Psyche, Goddess of Soul

Goddess of Soul
_{Ψυχή
Ψυχή}

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	Blake Lively | #f7976a ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Psyche, Goddess of Soul, Butterfly ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Soul, Spirit, Mind, Rebirth (Influenced: Science, Art, Literature, Language) ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek 🦋

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 🦋 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{There's a saying old, says that love is blind}}

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 P O W E R
P O W E R

^{Psyche power has always been more influential than outright power, probably a reflection of her mortal roots. In the past, she guided people in the ways of science, arts, language, and literature as she worked to broaden their minds and for-fill their souls. Now, she has only been left with the power to learn and gift any language by kissing another.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 🦋 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{Still we're often told, seek and ye shall find}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Paloma Emerson ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 34 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Erosexual, Female, She/Her ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Owner of ‘Sinful Temptations’ Bakery (An anonymous artist called Butterfly)

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 🦋 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ 🦋 My story is not one that can simply be told because it revolves around another, someone who changed the course of my life. Who is this somebody, you ask? Eros, the fairest among the immortals but also one of the most feared. And how could he not be? Have you seen this man? As for the factor of fear, even a single one of his arrows was enough to ‘unnerve the limbs and overcome the mind’ of any god or mortal. However, this is not one of the numerous stories in which his arrows lead to someone’s everlasting happiness (though he managed to do so without it) or another’s eternal doom. This is the story of how Eros himself once fell in love with me, a mortal woman and how I was willing to do anything not to lose him. Once upon a time, in the western lands, lived a king and a queen who had three daughters, all of them beautiful beyond belief. The two elder girls were so stunning that they exceeded all other mortal women in loveliness; but the beauty of the youngest, Psyche, was such that even goddesses envied her. Can you guess who this is and where the story is headed? Just wait, it gets even better. People came from all over the world to admire Psyche, and they were so smitten with her “maidenly majesty” that they even started paying her the divine honors typically reserved for Aphrodite, whose ceremonies were neglected and whose temples were defaced. The young maiden never wished for this attention, deep down cursing her beauty for all the suitors turned away after the sight of her, deeming themselves unworthy as an equal to such perfection. It left her lonely, surrounded by people but always kept on such a high pedestal. This was only the beginning to a path of misfortune but also the divine intervention that led to the happiest moments. Aphrodite, to say the least, wasn’t that flattered by all of this, so she sent her son Eros among the mortals with a simple mission: to fuel in Psyche love for the most miserable creature living, the most poor, the most crooked, the ugliest and the most vile, that there may be none found in all the world of like wretchedness. Now, I need to clarify before I continue this story that most of this next part (including Aphrodite’s wishes) was not known to me at the time and was told to me long after, but either way, back to the story. Eros landed in the bedroom of the young maiden, intending to fulfill his given task but also curious to see what kind of beauty had swayed the heart of mortals away from the worship of his mother. As she turned in her sleep, he was able to behold the sight of her and so startled was he by the mortal beauty that he forgot the arrow in his hand and accidentally stabbed himself instead. This was the moment that Eros, for the first time ever, felt the intensity of love and all for this mortal woman. In the face of these feelings and her stirring from her peaceful sleep, the God of Love feld with none the wiser that the task had not been accomplished. As time passed, Psyche’s parents began to worry as their two eldest daughters had married forgein kings and were ready to carry on their lineage but the loveliest of their children had still yet to wed, not even an offer to be made. Terrified they had incurred the wrath of the gods, the king and queen consulted the oracle of Apollo. The oracle spoke for Apollo, stating that Psyche was destined to marry a winged creature who was feared by both mortals and gods, lived on a mountaintop and wielded powers not even immortal beings could evade. Distraught, her parents asked if there was any other way they could spare their daughter from this dreadful fate but Psyche stepped forward, telling her parents that she would face her fate without fear. She asked the oracle what she must do and was told to don wedding garbs and go to the mountaintop to await her husband. She agreed, prepping as if for a wedding and the wedding procession led her up the mountaintop but many cried as if it were a funeral procession, believing they were taking her to her death. They left her on the mountaintop, where she sat shivering and trying to force back tears from the unknown ahead of her. While there, the breeze picked up, the gentle wind wrapping around her in a caring embrace as she was lifted into the air and carried to a magnificent palace. It was laced with gold, silver, and jewels in the finest of craftsmanship that no mere mortal could hope to achieve. The gardens were filled to the brim with flowers, so perfect and vast that no gardener could hope to keep up with such splendor. She was in awe, taking in the beauty that seemed far too much for one such as she. A disembodied voice welcomed Psyche home and informed her that everything here belonged to her. The invisible servants served her dinner, played her music, waited on her every whim, helped with her bath, and explained that soon her fated husband would arrive to greet her. Thinking of the oracle’s prophecy, Psyche found it hard to imagine that the monstrous being she was destined to marry would offer her such a kind reception. As night fell, she heard a new voice, one that sent her heart racing as she found this was the voice of her fated husband, telling her that he would be in her presence every night from this day forward but during the dawn he would be absent from her side. He had but one simple request, “You must not try to see my appearance nor ask of me my name or it will ruin everything.” Psyche promised to keep his trust and adhere to his single request and for a time they were deliriously happy. They spent time getting to know each other and shared their passions both metaphorically and physically. She looked forward to each nightly visit and the gentle touch of her lover who always evoked such passions from her heart but the days grew lonely and she missed/yearned for her family as she was banned from visiting them. She asked one night if she could have a single day to visit them, just to let them know that she was alive and well. He stated he would allow her to visit but warned her not to listen to any words that might break them apart or misguide her trust. Psyche foolishly promised that there was nothing they could say or do that would sway her. She had not been ready for the vicious jealousy, one that had been harbored far before this incident, unknown to the girl as she spoke of her home and lover. The sisters were spiteful and conniving, convincing her that this beast was supposed to be monstrous and snake-like so he must be tricking her. They twisted the prophecy told, telling her that he was just waiting for her guard to go down, using her until the day he grew bored and consumed her. After all, they stated how could you trust what you cannot see? It started to make more sense the more they spoke even if she protested in the moment but curiosity overcame her judgment and the trust she had in her love. They said she should wait until he slept, light an oil lamp and look upon him and if it should be a trick then use a knife to slay the beast. Psyche waited until the dead of night, sneaking into the room of her sleeping lover and while she brought the lamp closer…she was stunned to find the winged God of Love, Eros. So distracted she was by the sight of him, her hand became unstable and oil dropped onto his chest burning him and awakening him in one fatal swoop. She had betrayed him, broken his trust, and with knife in hand…made him believe that she wished him death. Psyche's heart had broken in the same moment, regretting that she had been led astray and while he fled, little did he know that she had dove out the window after him. She had not been able to catch him, the wounds from the ground hurting but none more so than her heart. The palace faded away and she was left alone on the mountaintop once more, left to try and search for him. She went back to her sisters, trying to explain her woes about losing her Eros and what had occurred because of their advice. She hoped to have support and see if they had any ideas to convince him to come home but all that had done was stir more hatred and jealousy, her sisters sneering that she had been moronic in her actions even if they had egged her on, the fault was her own for following through. Defeated, she left. Unknown to her at the time, her sisters had gone to the mountaintop and convinced one of them could sway the God’s heart to choose one of them in their sister's place. Each sister jumped off the mountain, asking Zephyrus to carry them by wind to Eros. The west wind did not assist either of them, and both sisters plummeted to their deaths in the rocky sea below. She was determined in her search for Eros and refused to return home, eventually stumbling upon the temple of Demeter. She noticed the temple was in disarray and began to put everything back in order, working diligently by her lonesome. Demeter, moved by her actions, told her that if she wished to ever appear before Eros again, that she should go to the temple of Aphrodite. She advised that she should apologize for wronging the goddess and humbly offer her service so that she may one day have the goddess' blessing to meet with her son once more. Psyche did as she advised but the goddess was enraged, insulted that this mortal dare to come before her after not only swaying her worshippers but harming her son to the point that he was still recovering. After ordering her assistants Worry and Sadness to beat Psyche for her insolence, waiting for the woman to give up and noticing that it was not working…the goddess decided Psyche should prove her worthiness and love by completing a series of tasks. She quickly agreed, telling the goddess that she would do anything if only for a chance to speak with her son again. Aphrodite had no intention of making the tasks fair and wanted to make them so impossible that by Psyche's own honor, she would have to concede and leave forever more. For the first task, Aphrodite took Psyche to an enormous pile of grains, beans, barley and lentils, all mixed together. She instructed Psyche to separate all the grains in separate piles for her birds, and required the task to be done by nightfall. She felt despair, realizing the task was practically impossible but started right away in her sorting. Just when she was about to give up hope, a colony of ants joined her and started to assist her in her task. In the morning, the goddess was flabbergasted and enraged that the task had been managed. She demanded to know which person had assisted her and Psyche simply answered that no ‘person’ had helped. Aphrodite instantly set the second task. She instructed Psyche to gather wool from the golden fleece of every sheep grazing in the field on the other side of the river. Simply stating if Psyche could not complete the task, she shouldn’t return. Psyche thought this seemed like an easy task, and began to cross the river. The reeds in the river started to shake, as the river nymphs appeared to warn her. The nymphs said that the rising sun made the sheep vicious and that the rams would try to destroy any mortal that came into the field. They advised her to wait until noon when the sun rose, and the sheep ventured off to the shade of the trees to sleep. This way, she would be free to roam the field, gathering the wool that was captured by the briar bushes or to shear from the sleeping sheep. She followed their advice to the letter and was able to collect golden fleece from each of the sheep. She returned to Aphrodite who, once again, was incredulous that Psyche completed the task. Tired of Psyche persistence and suspicious of the gods intervention, she gave her third task, positive this time would end in failure. This time she wanted Psyche to fill a crystal flask with icy mountain water from the mouth of the Stygian river. Psyche took the flask from Aphrodite and began climbing the craggy rocks of the mountain. But when she got near the top, she realized this was the worst task yet, for the rocks near the mouth of the river were hopelessly steep and slippery. Just as she decided to fling herself off the mountain, an eagle flew over, one sent by Zeus who was supportive of the woman’s determination and what he saw as a way to sway Eros mischievous nature. With the eagle's assistance, she was able to return with the water in hand and deliver her prize to Aphrodite. Seeing that there was no way to stop this mortal but one, so Aphrodite gave Psyche the cruelest task of all: She ordered her to carry a box to the underworld and ask Queen Persephone for a small portion of her beauty. Usually, a mortal cannot get to the underworld except by one means and one alone, death. She prepared to take her own life when a voice spoke to her, one that seemed so familiar and one she felt she could trust. It spoke to her the way into the underworld, without the need for death but also warned her that this was only the first hurdle on her journey. The voice said that she needed to take coins for the ferryman of the dead, enough for two trips. The voice also said not to accept any seat, drink, or food in the underworld or she would be bound to the place, and finally that to leave the underworld and return to the ferry, a gift for the three headed beast Cerberus was required. She steeled her resolve, remembering the voices words well as she ventured into the depths and reminded herself what she was fighting for. She gave two coins to the ferryman, one for there and one to return. Upon her arrival, Persephone welcomed her and ever the hostess offered her a set at their table and a bountiful feast. Psyche politely refused, placing herself upon the ground and telling the goddess of why she had ventured into her domain. The goddess left with the box, returning moments later to gift the box back to Psyche who felt it was much heavier than before. She thanked the goddess for her hospitality and generosity before exiting with cargo in hand. Waiting for her, the three headed beast Cerberus snarled and was ready to guard the exit as the dead were not allowed to leave. Psyche pulled out cakes of barley, covered in honey to appease the beast and slipped past to return to the ferry. She has made it out of the underworld but as she walked the more curious she became. What did the beauty of a goddess look like? Especially one as fair as the goddess Persephone. She decided that a simple peak wouldn’t be of harm and if a small bit was lost, it still felt full to the brim. She opened the box but what was inside was no beauty but a dark sleep, one that instantly took hold of her. The next moment, she was awoken with a kiss to her lips, her eyes falling upon her love that held her in his arms. She cried tears of joy, embracing him close. Before Aphrodite could catch them, Eros lifted Psyche from the ground and carried her high into the heavens to Mount Olympus to the home of Zeus, King of the Gods; and he bid Zeus to officially marry them. After Zeus married Eros and Psyche, all of Mount Olympus celebrated the couple and watched as Zeus bestowed upon the mortal the ambrosia of the gods and made her the Goddess of Soul. As a wedding gift, he blessed Psyche with a pair of butterfly wings so that she could fly so that wherever her love was, so would she be. The two found that love really does concur all and lived happily ever after…. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ 🦋 The fall brought her nothing but heartbreak, showing that what she thought Eros and her had was actually all a spell, an illusion, one that had dissolved with the weakening of their powers. She couldn’t explain why else her true love would binge on carnal sins of others once more and avoid her at all cost. Every search ended in failure or had him quickly departing in the other direction when she tried to approach. Psyche loved him with all her heart and didn’t wish to burden him if he really wanted nothing to do with her anymore, so she respected his wishes and stayed away. She spent a long time wallowing in self pity and depression at all she had lost. To this day, she is still unsure who actually delivered ambrosia to her when she had given up on wanting to continue. She cursed ever knowing the gods and allowing herself to become an immortal which would prolong her suffering. It took far too many years for her to accept the facts before her, eventually realizing that she needed to move forward and decided to start living again instead of just moving on autopilot to survive. Psyche had loved him for so long that she couldn’t just turn it off, even with the ache it caused so she took up hobbies that made her feel close to him even through the distance. She learned archery and the language of love. She started to cook and bake more, finding peace in the memories of better times. When the good times seemed to haunt her, she made art so she had something real to remind her that it truly was real at a time. Sadly, it also became a horrible reminder of loss so she made sure to get rid of them and kept herself anonymous through the many years, currently using a butterfly as her signature. It gave her enough to start quite a few business adventures that she could put love and dedication into to distract herself from the loneliness and pain. She also worked to seek higher education or at least that is how the mortals saw it and at some points even taught others what she knew. She recently opened a bakery called ‘Sinful Temptations’ and is trying to remain positive about the newest adventure. It was suggested that maybe she should start finding some companionship of her own instead of pining over what cannot be. Psyche wasn’t sure about accepting another’s company just yet so she got a tiny miniature chocolate poodle which she named Makkachin. The little bundle of joy has brought her much more happiness but she is starting to wonder if the others are right. Maybe it is time to try and see if someone else could make her feel the fluttering of love instead of feeling like half her heart and soul is missing. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ 🦋 She wants to reconnect with Eros. She knows he no longer loves her but if she could do something to make him fall for her again then she wants to try. The problem is, no matter where she is…he is not there. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ 🦋 Losing her one and only love forever.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

𝖈 𝖍 𝖆 𝖔 𝖘
𝖈 𝖍 𝖆 𝖔 𝖘

^{𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: UW Medical Center
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: Tlaz, Hathor, Sekhmet, Isabel & Ares
𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: a whole bunch of Ares shit-talking}

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Stray tears slid down her cheeks, dropping onto the carpeted rug beneath her as she lay there, heartbroken and physically feeling numb to the world around her. She couldn’t find the will to get up to function just yet. She didn’t know how or when she had arrived home, everything being fuzzy since the moment her eyes had locked with another pair that she recognized, ones that were dulled of life, and cold in a way they never should have been. Death was the parting and the new growth of life on the mortal plane but that meaning was lackluster and very different when seeing the result on people that had touched your heart. Hathor’s reasonable side shouted that she hadn’t known, couldn’t have known, that even if she had…it might not have changed his fate but it still hurt. They had confided in each other about so much and had found an easy friendship, one that was short, a mere few months in the making but one she had cherished. She had hoped to hold onto their connection as long as possible for a mortal life and now, she found out too late…they could have been friends for far longer than the small blip of a mortal lifespan….and they both could have spoken the secretive truth of their existence….. they could have said their real names instead of keeping up a farce with each other….now it would never happen…. someone had stolen that from her. Had hurt not only her but others that she cared for by such horrendous actions.

‘Zion….no…’

”_{….Ζαγρεύς}”, Hath whispered weakly, another fresh batch of tears flowing as she curled tighter into herself. He was…gone and while she didn’t know Macaria very well, the Greek goddess had deserved better than what fate had granted her. She couldn’t imagine what Persephone and Hades were going through right now, having never been a parent or lost a child. Her heart bled for the two that she cared for. She didn’t even remember if she had let them know she was here for them. That she would hunt down the one who did this. They would pay with suffering, blood, and bones. The killer would feel the pain they all felt a million fold if she had anything to say about it. A swell of rage grew once more, boiling under the surface and mixing in with her sorrow as she wanted to hunt, shred, and destroy. A happy chime pulled her back to the land of the living, bursting the bubble her mind had created to just wallow in her swirling thoughts and emotions. She blinked slowly, letting everything come into focus once more as she felt uncomfortable…the rug was digging against her skin and caused an itchy feeling, her dried tears felt sticky, she was having trouble breathing from the amount of crying, there was a slight stinging sensation near her ankles while everything else felt stiff.

Rising weakly into a seated position, she looked around the room and noticed the chaos all around her. Objects were smashed to pieces, items toppled over and scattered about, stains from broken wine bottles littered the floor, and glass of different kinds were all about. It looked like a war zone or maybe even worse than that with the exception of the patch she sat in. She looked down at her legs, a few little nics most likely from splashback broken glass but nothing deep or worrisome. She pushed off the ground to stand, carefully weaving through the mess to the source of the noise that drew her away from pleasant numbness. The phone glowing with a notification stating it was time for work, bringing her thoughts to Tlaz and reminding her that there were still dangers lurking. Ones that could remove even more from her. No, she would protect them. Determination filled her as she turned away to get cleaned up and ready for the rest of what was left of this horrid day. She would not fail anyone else.

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Hathor stepped into the Jade Jaguar, looking very much the goddess she was instead of the weak woman she had been within the safety of her home. She walked with purpose, people naturally stepping out of her way as if creating a path and she didn’t know if their internal instincts warned them of the danger lurking behind the surface of calm or if they knew exactly who she was and the direction she would ultimately be taking. The moment she slid behind the bar, she felt her nerves starting to soothe a bit as she felt in her element and safer amongst the crowd of people. ”Hey hun, I got it from here. Why don’t you get out of here while you still can?”, she stated with a smile to the current tender who was filling up trays as well as assisting the current clients deciding to partake in refreshments from the cushioned seats there. “Sure thing! Thanks Jas!” she smiled, eagerly handing over the vodka bottle in her hands and not giving a look back as she hurried away. Hath shook her head lightly at her retreating form and had she been in a better mood she might have even chuckled but instead her sharp gaze glided over the crowd, feeling on edge when she didn’t spot Tlaz right away.

There was a tremulous amount of emotions bubbling up inside Tlazōlteōtl that she wasn't entirely sure what to do with. All she knew was that she intended on confronting Ares with the little information she gathered from this evening. God's safety be damned. The more she thought about it the more somber she became and the more somber she became the more it fueled her to become even more enraged than she had known in quite a long time.

Thirty fucking years. No call. No letter. Absolute silence from the one who claimed to adore her. Love her. It tore her apart piece by piece. She thought she was over this issue by now. Snatching up anyone available mortal and god alike. But upon seeing him earlier today and the words he spoke that little, dying spark of hope reignited once more. But now? Tsk. Now she would get her answers. No more would he be allowed to hide and lie to her again.

She was storming past the secondary bar, the main one seated towards the front middle of the establishment, when a familiar set of eyes caught her attention. Planning to inform Hathor of the situation she sharply turned on her heel and made it to the counter in record time. "Yolicniuhtli
I will be stepping out for a while. Don't know if I will return tonight, do you mind closing up?"

As an afterthought she added, "I'm hunting for War," and the gleam in her eyes screamed for a fight.

”You know I would do anything for you but please sit, have a drink, and tell me what happened? Not that you need a reason in my book to hunt down War but I am worried about you roaming the city alone after…today.”, voicing her concern and fears as she reached under the counter, pulling out a glass and already setting to work to pour her friend a drink. If anything, it would at least calm the nerves a bit.

Sighing through her nose she listened to Hath; she had no reason not to. But she didn't want this… motivation to fizzle out before she had a chance to find the god in question. "One drink," lithe fingers held the glass and swirled it, eyes watching the liquid twist and turn like the emotions within her. Finally taking that first sip she looked to her friend. "Would you believe me if I told you he had a child, one that wasn't already known to you?" The words felt like hot coals in her throat and there was no stopping her from biting her lip to keep her composure as she delved into the conversation just moments before with this daughter of his and the stories she weaved.

At the end of it all, Tlazōlteōtl had had a few more than just the one drink, her anger still present just taking a backseat to the confusion trying to take its place, "He left me, in Madrid… for someone else. Had a child with them… I should have listened to you when you told me not to get involved with him. Should have listened to everyone…"

This was one of the few and only times that being told ‘you were right’ didn’t feel enjoyable and instead filled her with all encompassing wrath. How dare he? Thirty years? Not once had he had the courage to say what had happened while still claiming to love her upon return? It felt familiar to her, being played for second best if this child had been at all truthful. Hathor wished she had been here to question the woman herself but Ares would be the next best bet. Tlaz was right, he needed to be hunted down and forced to explain with no more secrets or omissions.

A loud piercing scream brought her out of her murderous thoughts, letting her claim the reins on her rage momentarily which was getting out of hand today, not that she could be fully blamed for those feelings. Either way, it flew her into high alert to see what had caused the mortal woman’s distress but only found the horrified expression addressed in her direction. Hath let her eyes drift down where all the stares from the patrons were locked and found large pieces of glass scattered over the bar, vodka spilling onto the ground and mixing with a growing puddle of blood pouring from her hand. The pain receptors started to activate now that it had been brought to her attention and she shakily opened her hand so she wasn’t pressing the glass embedded there deeper into her skin. She wanted to tell the others panicking not to worry but everyone was already on their phones, most likely calling emergency and other waitresses were gathering while expressing first aid knowledge which might have been more useful if she hadn’t been a goddess. Hath just looked up to Tlaz while ignoring those around her, an apologetic gaze as she would have to play along since there was no brushing off this kind of wound with so many witnesses to the event unfolding.

It was a sight to see for sure, as blood dripped from Hathor’s injured hand, and then to have the people in the immediate area run around trying to help. They wouldn’t ever believe that it was a blip to the likes of them. But nonetheless, Tlaz nodded in response to her friend’s gaze, they would need to play it up for the masses. “No worries everyone, it was an accident. I’ll make sure she gets to the hospital in one piece,” At the same time as she was standing, offering a hand to her injured friend, she called out for one of the managers - a veteran in the club. “Jacob love, would you mind taking over tonight?” The stoic male behind the bar nodded and took charge offering a round of drinks to get everyone’s attention off of them two.

Tlaz nodded gratefully towards the mortal male before turning all her attention towards the Egyptian beside her. The two were able to effectively walk out of there and into the cool night air to the concrete sidewalk. People bustling about, pushing this way and that only seconds before, parted like the Red Sea when their eyes laid on the godly figures before them. They were easy to ignore. All that was on their minds was getting out from under the curious gazes inside the Jaguar. “Do you need me to go with you? We can meet with Sekh, I think she’s working tonight?”

”I’ll be alright, go hunt down your man and show him who is boss. I’ll go see Sekh and see if she can’t patch me up. Be safe and keep me updated.”, she answered, flagging down a taxi with her good hand. Hath opened the back seat, pausing to give Tlaz a weak side hug and a quick ‘love you’ before hopping instead and giving the hospital address.

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A mortal child.

It had to be a joke. That was what Ares was hiding?

Sekhmet listened to the dial tone ring for a few moments longer, allowing herself to linger in the absolute delirious state she was finding herself in, unable to hide the laughter erupting from her chest. So the great Ares had a weakness after all.

When she finally put the phone back down, Sekhmet staggered from the rush of different emotions overwhelming her. She had barely managed to unpack that luncheon before fate threw another curveball at her. Maybe she would not be so surprised if she sees Ra step through the emergency room doors tonight. Not that it would be pleasant…

Sekhmet chose to move from the nurse’s station, opting to check on her new favorite mortal’s recovery while she prepared herself for the inevitable chaos that Ares would bring upon his arrival. Isabel’s surgery was going as planned, and by Sekhmet’s estimate the little mortal would be wheeled out very soon to recover in her private ward.

She didn’t get very far however when a nurse quickly flagged her down. “Dr. Ayad! Glad I caught you! We have a patient that entered into emergency and she is refusing any assistance or treatment from anyone that isn’t you. She isn’t being unruly but was very persistent that no one else will do. She said she would be willing to wait if you were busy but her wounds are pretty deep, needing glass removal and stitches.…oh, and she also told me to tell you that ‘Ra is trash’ but I have no idea what that means?” he stated, trying to explain the situation and provide as much necessary information as possible. “Are you available to assist?”

Sekhmet had been ready to shoo the nurse away, her entire focus on preparing herself for the inevitable shitstorm that Ares would bring with him, but the code had the words stuck in her mouth. Unable to hide the giggle - because really, it was funny and there was only one other person that Sekhmet knew that could say something like that.

“Thank you, I’ll take it from here.” Isabel could wait, perhaps having Hathor’s support wouldn’t hurt. After dismissing the nurse, Sekhmet found the ward that Hathor had been assigned, entering the room with no hesitation.

“Hath,” Sekhmet greeted with a smile. “What can I do for you?”

”I could really use a hand.”, Hathor weakly joked with a smile while raising her damaged hand for Sekhmet to view. It still had pieces of glass stuck within and buried into her palm as she didn’t want to cause more problems by pulling it out. It would heal in no time but better safe than sorry so she had actually committed to going to the hospital instead of home or rampaging for War. ”I accidently forgot my own strength and the fact I had a bottle in my hand when receiving some interesting information.”

Sekhmet offered her hand, allowing Hathor to place her injured hand over her palm so she could examine it. “Today has been an interesting day for the two of us.” Sekhmet gingerly started treating the wounds, keeping hold of her hand so she could use her ability to speed up Hathor’s healing process. “Tell me as I work, that’ll be my payment for today.”

”Apparently, Tlaz got an interesting customer at the Jade Jaguar in the form of a daughter of Ares but a mortal one. She decided that telling Tlaz what Ares has been up to in his missing years and just how loved her mother was as if it was a wonderful idea. I realize that she doesn’t have full context if she is willing to step up against a goddess but it seems malicious all the same. If it is at all true, I would love to give Ares a piece of my mind or deliver him to Tlaz in a less than perfect condition so she can rip him a new one. All this time and he couldn’t even communicate with her! He left her for another and had the ones that truly care for her pick up the broken pieces of her heart!” she stated as Sekh worked her magic, she rage bubbling once more as she thought of all those weeks and months after the incident. He had hurt her deeply and came back in as if it were nothing. Hath didn’t even know if he realized just how badly he had messed up and the lack of communication and secrets just made everything all the worse. Ra had left her feeling second best and no one should have to feel that. Tlaz didn’t deserve it and especially not the secrecy of a child. Ra was an ass but at least he had been upfront when he had chosen another.

Sekhmet listened to Hathor rant, her own thoughts running amok as things started slipping into place. A mortal Ares child, a malicious mortal of Ares’ blood. “You wouldn’t happen to know what she looks like, do you?” Sekhmet asked. Karma worked rather quickly if it was indeed Isabel that Tlaz met. Was Hathor the reason Isabel had a glass shard embedded deep in her leg? No matter, Hathor would get her answers soon enough. “What if I told you… Ares is coming? Here, to the hospital. To see his daughter.” Sekhmet asked.

”Sadly, I was not there to see the altercation but Tlaz did give a brief description here and there.”, Hathor shrugged, figuring trying to find the mortal child would be like a needle in a haystack, where Ares was an easier target. Her curiosity peaked at Sekhmet’s next words though and a slow grin crept onto her face, ”Really? Isn’t karma just a bitch. I am assuming that the…daughter in question that he will be visiting is of mortal nature because it would be delightful to deal with two birds with one stone.”

Sekhmet mirrored Hathor’s expression, the air around them turning electric. “You’re correct. Stabbed sometime after visiting Tlazolteotl but she never revealed who. Isabel Markov is her name but here’s the interesting thing.” Sekhmet leaned closer to Hathor, as though she were revealing a big secret. “There’s nothing in her records. Birth certificate is government issued from Colombia, no mother’s name, no hospital details, nothing.” The lack of information was rather odd, but considering Ares was involved, it had to be for good reason. “The mortal even told me something before she was wheeled off into surgery. She knows about her sister.” The Lioness began to laugh earnestly, throwing her head back as though she heard the greatest joke in the world. “Ares wasn’t just loyal to Tlazolteotl, he wasn’t even loyal to his mortal.”

”Unbelievable! I swear…when I get my hands on him….I’ll make him pay but first, I think I need to give this mortal a visit.”

Although the bombshell was her favourite part of the gossip, Sekhmet couldn’t help but wonder about how perfectly the documents surrounding Isabel’s birth had been scrubbed. The goddesses discussed the mystery, long enough that even Hathor’s hand had fully healed by the time a timid looking nurse knocked on the door to the ward.

As Sekhmet approached, the nurse spoke. “Doctor Ayad? I was sent from gen surgery, your patient has been moved to her ward.” She announced, low enough that only Sekhmet could hear. Not that it mattered, Hathor would find out anyway.

“Is she awake?” Sekhmet asked, only for the nurse to nod in confirmation. “Thank you for letting me know, I’ll go check on her.” Sekhmet’s eagerness must have shown through, as the nurse nervously pulled at the threads of her sleeve before making her leave. With the nurse gone, Sekhmet turned to face Hathor. “Shall we?”

”Lead the way.”, Hathor replied with just as much eagerness.

The room chosen for Hathor and the room Isabel was recovering in weren't far apart. Sekhmet guided the enraged Goddess to the little mortal’s room. “Oh, I forgot to ask if Ares made it.” Sekhmet clicked her tongue in displeasure. Oh well.

Isabel’s room hadn't changed much since the last time she'd been inside. The only difference was the IV stand beside Isabel’s bed, attached to her arm as part of routine care. “Ms. Markov, welcome back to the land of the awake.”

“Oh heya doc.” A drowsy Isabel said. She was already sitting upright on the side of her bed. “Someone stole my clothes.” She noted off-handedly. The nurse in her room checking the IV rolled her eyes and walked over to Doctor Ayad. “She wants to leave.” The nurse noted dryly before walking out the room.

“Yup!” Isabel said as confidently as she could sound in her current state. “I’m leaving.” She grabbed the IV stand and with as much strength as she could muster she pulled herself up. Her left – stabbed – leg buckled immediately.

Sekhmet’s feet reacted before her mind did, crossing the threshold of Isabel’s room to reach her side and stabilize her. The fact that the little mortal was already pushing her limits by standing up (and getting far) was impressive to the Goddess. “Not so fast, Ms . Markov. I’m afraid I can’t let you do that.”

Hathor’s nose scrunched up while a frown of distaste plastered onto her features for a brief second at Sekhmet’s assistance of the little mortal but then again, she was a healer and if anything had appearances to keep up. She stepped out of the doorway, gently shutting the door before silently moving over to the window looking out into the hallway and closing the blinds. Normally, she would have taken one of the visitor chairs and blocked the door but who knows when their other visitor would arrive and it just wouldn’t do to have him kept from her or to ruin the ultimate surprise. She slowly turned around, a cheshire grin creeping onto her face as she grabbed the nearest chair, dragging it closer and sat down, crossing one leg over the other. ”And even if she was inclined to allow your release, you would have to get through me first and I promise…I am more than I appear. Now, we have a lot to discuss, you and I. Please, have a seat before I get up and assist you myself.”, she stated, her words calm and gentle as one would speak to a child but the hidden and deeper threats sat on the edge. Hath slowly slid into interrogation mode that she had used when working for Hades and was preparing to deal with her promptly to get what she needed and iron in the rules she would set.

“This sucks.” The only mortal in the room said dryly before she let herself fall backwards on the bed again. In an hour or two she’d try again. She did refused any further help from her doctor. If she got out of bed on her own she would get back into it on her own as well. However, with her test of strength so thoroughly failed her fight against the drowsiness of the drugs began to waver as well. When she had her back comfortably against the bed she let her head roll to her side to look at the new person who entered the room. Isabel didn’t recognize her.

“You’re pretty.” She said with a slight giggle. “Are you a friend of doc?” She tried to raise her arm to point at Doctor Ayad but her limb just mostly flopped.

Hathor chuckled lowly, ignoring the compliment for now before replying, ”You could say that but family would be closer to the truth. I happen to have other friends you have possibly met. A certain one at the Jade Jaguar comes to mind.”

”She was pretty too.” The mortal’s tone had shifted a little. Her brain - while slowed - began to realize what was happening. She just leaned back to make herself comfortable. This wasn’t going to be nice.

”Indeed she is. Now, it has come to my attention that you enjoyed a little conversation with her concerning your father. Now, while I don’t very much care or like your father….their relationship is none of my business so it damn sure isn’t your business either. Let me make this clear so your morphine riddled brain can comprehend. You stay away from her. You keep your mouth shut in her presence. I am being…..merciful in my request since I have complete faith that you know nothing about your father…well, not the important matters anyway. Do I make myself clear? Because next time, it won’t be a warning, that I promise you.”

Isabel gave this strange, new woman a sideway glance. Her heart was beating slightly faster. A bit of adrenaline was being pushed through her blood again already. Who the hell did this woman thinks she was? The fact that she seemingly knew more about Isabel’s father did make her a little curious but not afraid. Too many strange things happened already. By now it was just easier to go with the flow. Once she would be out the hospital, preferably before her father could get here, she’d start stressing about piecing it all together.

“You were very clear.” Isabel noted, though she was again looking up at the ceiling. She had been threatened enough in her life. “But not very convincing. I don’t really care about your friend. If she does what I think she’ll do then I probably won’t see or speak to her again.” There was a malevolent grin on her face now too. “So take your threats and just go. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

”Oh, I guess you don’t understand what clear means. Allow me to enlighten you.”, Hathor stated, all the gentleness leaving her voice and becoming cold, lifeless, and a glimpse of pure unfiltered rage that usually boiled into destruction. She stood slowly, moving to the bedside as she purposely dug her nails into the freshly fixed wound and wishing she had kept the glass that had been in her palm not long ago. She pressed in harder, leaning to the girl's ear so close that her mouth was touching the shell as she whispered, ”I don’t make threats. I make promises and not even your father could stop me if I saw fit to make you my target. Whatever game you think you are playing, you are fighting a losing battle. She will not react how you want and all you have bought is her rage at your father which usually leads to results you clearly won’t enjoy. Next time, stop acting like a child and confront your father about what is really digging under your skin….” Hath pushed more of her strength into putting as much harm that could be easily fixed quickly by Sekh as she could and dug even deeper into the wound. ”….or I will physically dig into yours in a way that will not be fixable.”

She finally pulled back, placing herself back into her seat and looked at her hands, inspecting them as if she had broken a nail and was determining how to fix it. She didn’t like this child’s mouth but that was clearly a trait her and her father seemed to share. If he would just show up already, she could do what she craves without holding back. Isa was already pushing her luck and limits as it was and Ares would be so much more fun to hassle. She was about ready to just spill everything to the mortal child just to watch her brain overload to process it.

It was a crying shame that she was a child of Ares. In another life, Sekhmet could have liked the little mortal. Not many were able to talk back against the great Hathor, though perhaps the little mortal simply wasn't aware of what she was getting involved in. There was a pool of blood slowly building around the wound Hathor had caused, the stitches from surgery broken like string. Sekhmet wasn't in any hurry to heal the wound just yet. She would be patient. “What have you gotten yourself into, little mortal?” Sekhmet asked patronisingly.

If Isa wasn’t on painkillers Hathor’s torture would’ve had her squirming on the bed. Luckily for her morphine blocked a large part of the pain. The rest she could easily embrace. That was the trick with inevitable pain. Fighting it made it worse. Embracing it, accepting it, was the only way. At least in the short term. Inside though she did grin. Whoever this woman was, she gave her a little more insight in her adversary. Hatred and rage wouldn’t win? Perhaps she would have to do things the other way around then.

Of course, first she would have to find out who this woman was and utterly ruin her life.

She wasn’t going to say that part out loud of course. She just turned towards her doc, who was probably in on it but she couldn’t really blame her. That was what family was for right? You helped each other, no matter how weird or dangerous a request. There was still a bottle of whiskey from Isabel waiting for her in the future. Though it probably wouldn’t be top shelf stuff.

“Right.” Isabel just said as she grabbed the IV stand again. “My stitches…seem to have… broken.” She managed to get out. Her breathing was heavy and labored. She was pushing her body. The bleeding didn’t help. Isabel gave her doctor a small smile as she again swung her legs out from under her bed. This time she only dropped on her left leg. It could hold her weight for now. Just barely. “I better… find a nurse to… patch tha-” Her words slowed as she couldn’t even finish the sentence. Her brain was getting a bit foggy. No matter, she’d push through. She always pushed through. With a hop, she began to make an attempt to move.

Sekhmet blocked her way once again, with an arm stretched in front of Isabel to hold onto her IV. “No need to panic, Ms. Markov. If you cooperate with us, I could heal you till you're capable of sprinting out those doors within hours. Doctor’s promise.” Sekhmet paused briefly before adding. “And… Well, we’re still waiting on one more guest. I can't let him not see you like this.”

“I seem to be expected.”

Ares stepped through the door just in time to see Sekhmet holding back his wounded daughter and then at Hathor with a bloodied hand sitting in a seat next to the bed.

”I have to say, your daughter is as thick headed as you are. Seems she wants to ruin your relationship before it’s even gotten its footing again. Keep that wreck away from her. I mean it. I won’t clean up your mess again. She gets hurt and I won’t play nice. We can discuss details after our kind doctor gives you the details of what I reopened.”

The arrival of Ares brought a malicious grin on Sekhmet’s face, allowing the God to witness the state of his daughter before coaxing Isabel to lie back down on the hospital bed. “The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. Your daughter pissed someone off and got to face the consequences. This,” Sekhmet gestured towards the reopened stitches before placing her hand over the wound, “This is just the start. I won't be here to heal her next time.” A promise was a promise, and Sekhmet was a Goddess of her word. She had no hatred for the little mortal in front of her, it was just a shame her father was who he was.

Isabel felt like she was on the brink of passing out until suddenly she felt a warmth radiate from her leg. Her lucidity returned to her as the distant sting of her wound began to fade. Until it was gone completely. She gave her leg a practice swing. The muscle was fully restored. With shock and confusion she looked at Sekhmet.

“Go outside.”

She looked up at her father. “Dad… how.. did-“

“Go outside.” He said again. In a way telling her he wouldn’t negotiate with her. Not right now. Right now she had to follow orders. Even if she had a million questions. Quite meekly and wordlessly she passed Doctor Ayad and then her father. Who had his eyes still trained on the two other women in the room. After what felt far too long, she finally got out of there.

“Both of you… are exceptionally cruel. She is a mortal! And wounded! Yet the both of you come in here barely masking your own divinity over what?” He then turned specifically towards Sekhmet. “You created the expectation that you were better than that. You’re falling short.” And after that he left. He had nothing more to say.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Psyche, Goddess of Soul

Goddess of Soul
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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ 🦋 My story is not one that can simply be told because it revolves around another, someone who changed the course of my life. Who is this somebody, you ask? Eros, the fairest among the immortals but also one of the most feared. And how could he not be? Have you seen this man? As for the factor of fear, even a single one of his arrows was enough to ‘unnerve the limbs and overcome the mind’ of any god or mortal. However, this is not one of the numerous stories in which his arrows lead to someone’s everlasting happiness (though he managed to do so without it) or another’s eternal doom. This is the story of how Eros himself once fell in love with me, a mortal woman and how I was willing to do anything not to lose him. Once upon a time, in the western lands, lived a king and a queen who had three daughters, all of them beautiful beyond belief. The two elder girls were so stunning that they exceeded all other mortal women in loveliness; but the beauty of the youngest, Psyche, was such that even goddesses envied her. Can you guess who this is and where the story is headed? Just wait, it gets even better. People came from all over the world to admire Psyche, and they were so smitten with her “maidenly majesty” that they even started paying her the divine honors typically reserved for Aphrodite, whose ceremonies were neglected and whose temples were defaced. The young maiden never wished for this attention, deep down cursing her beauty for all the suitors turned away after the sight of her, deeming themselves unworthy as an equal to such perfection. It left her lonely, surrounded by people but always kept on such a high pedestal. This was only the beginning to a path of misfortune but also the divine intervention that led to the happiest moments. Aphrodite, to say the least, wasn’t that flattered by all of this, so she sent her son Eros among the mortals with a simple mission: to fuel in Psyche love for the most miserable creature living, the most poor, the most crooked, the ugliest and the most vile, that there may be none found in all the world of like wretchedness. Now, I need to clarify before I continue this story that most of this next part (including Aphrodite’s wishes) was not known to me at the time and was told to me long after, but either way, back to the story. Eros landed in the bedroom of the young maiden, intending to fulfill his given task but also curious to see what kind of beauty had swayed the heart of mortals away from the worship of his mother. As she turned in her sleep, he was able to behold the sight of her and so startled was he by the mortal beauty that he forgot the arrow in his hand and accidentally stabbed himself instead. This was the moment that Eros, for the first time ever, felt the intensity of love and all for this mortal woman. In the face of these feelings and her stirring from her peaceful sleep, the God of Love feld with none the wiser that the task had not been accomplished. As time passed, Psyche’s parents began to worry as their two eldest daughters had married forgein kings and were ready to carry on their lineage but the loveliest of their children had still yet to wed, not even an offer to be made. Terrified they had incurred the wrath of the gods, the king and queen consulted the oracle of Apollo. The oracle spoke for Apollo, stating that Psyche was destined to marry a winged creature who was feared by both mortals and gods, lived on a mountaintop and wielded powers not even immortal beings could evade. Distraught, her parents asked if there was any other way they could spare their daughter from this dreadful fate but Psyche stepped forward, telling her parents that she would face her fate without fear. She asked the oracle what she must do and was told to don wedding garbs and go to the mountaintop to await her husband. She agreed, prepping as if for a wedding and the wedding procession led her up the mountaintop but many cried as if it were a funeral procession, believing they were taking her to her death. They left her on the mountaintop, where she sat shivering and trying to force back tears from the unknown ahead of her. While there, the breeze picked up, the gentle wind wrapping around her in a caring embrace as she was lifted into the air and carried to a magnificent palace. It was laced with gold, silver, and jewels in the finest of craftsmanship that no mere mortal could hope to achieve. The gardens were filled to the brim with flowers, so perfect and vast that no gardener could hope to keep up with such splendor. She was in awe, taking in the beauty that seemed far too much for one such as she. A disembodied voice welcomed Psyche home and informed her that everything here belonged to her. The invisible servants served her dinner, played her music, waited on her every whim, helped with her bath, and explained that soon her fated husband would arrive to greet her. Thinking of the oracle’s prophecy, Psyche found it hard to imagine that the monstrous being she was destined to marry would offer her such a kind reception. As night fell, she heard a new voice, one that sent her heart racing as she found this was the voice of her fated husband, telling her that he would be in her presence every night from this day forward but during the dawn he would be absent from her side. He had but one simple request, “You must not try to see my appearance nor ask of me my name or it will ruin everything.” Psyche promised to keep his trust and adhere to his single request and for a time they were deliriously happy. They spent time getting to know each other and shared their passions both metaphorically and physically. She looked forward to each nightly visit and the gentle touch of her lover who always evoked such passions from her heart but the days grew lonely and she missed/yearned for her family as she was banned from visiting them. She asked one night if she could have a single day to visit them, just to let them know that she was alive and well. He stated he would allow her to visit but warned her not to listen to any words that might break them apart or misguide her trust. Psyche foolishly promised that there was nothing they could say or do that would sway her. She had not been ready for the vicious jealousy, one that had been harbored far before this incident, unknown to the girl as she spoke of her home and lover. The sisters were spiteful and conniving, convincing her that this beast was supposed to be monstrous and snake-like so he must be tricking her. They twisted the prophecy told, telling her that he was just waiting for her guard to go down, using her until the day he grew bored and consumed her. After all, they stated how could you trust what you cannot see? It started to make more sense the more they spoke even if she protested in the moment but curiosity overcame her judgment and the trust she had in her love. They said she should wait until he slept, light an oil lamp and look upon him and if it should be a trick then use a knife to slay the beast. Psyche waited until the dead of night, sneaking into the room of her sleeping lover and while she brought the lamp closer…she was stunned to find the winged God of Love, Eros. So distracted she was by the sight of him, her hand became unstable and oil dropped onto his chest burning him and awakening him in one fatal swoop. She had betrayed him, broken his trust, and with knife in hand…made him believe that she wished him death. Psyche's heart had broken in the same moment, regretting that she had been led astray and while he fled, little did he know that she had dove out the window after him. She had not been able to catch him, the wounds from the ground hurting but none more so than her heart. The palace faded away and she was left alone on the mountaintop once more, left to try and search for him. She went back to her sisters, trying to explain her woes about losing her Eros and what had occurred because of their advice. She hoped to have support and see if they had any ideas to convince him to come home but all that had done was stir more hatred and jealousy, her sisters sneering that she had been moronic in her actions even if they had egged her on, the fault was her own for following through. Defeated, she left. Unknown to her at the time, her sisters had gone to the mountaintop and convinced one of them could sway the God’s heart to choose one of them in their sister's place. Each sister jumped off the mountain, asking Zephyrus to carry them by wind to Eros. The west wind did not assist either of them, and both sisters plummeted to their deaths in the rocky sea below. She was determined in her search for Eros and refused to return home, eventually stumbling upon the temple of Demeter. She noticed the temple was in disarray and began to put everything back in order, working diligently by her lonesome. Demeter, moved by her actions, told her that if she wished to ever appear before Eros again, that she should go to the temple of Aphrodite. She advised that she should apologize for wronging the goddess and humbly offer her service so that she may one day have the goddess' blessing to meet with her son once more. Psyche did as she advised but the goddess was enraged, insulted that this mortal dare to come before her after not only swaying her worshippers but harming her son to the point that he was still recovering. After ordering her assistants Worry and Sadness to beat Psyche for her insolence, waiting for the woman to give up and noticing that it was not working…the goddess decided Psyche should prove her worthiness and love by completing a series of tasks. She quickly agreed, telling the goddess that she would do anything if only for a chance to speak with her son again. Aphrodite had no intention of making the tasks fair and wanted to make them so impossible that by Psyche's own honor, she would have to concede and leave forever more. For the first task, Aphrodite took Psyche to an enormous pile of grains, beans, barley and lentils, all mixed together. She instructed Psyche to separate all the grains in separate piles for her birds, and required the task to be done by nightfall. She felt despair, realizing the task was practically impossible but started right away in her sorting. Just when she was about to give up hope, a colony of ants joined her and started to assist her in her task. In the morning, the goddess was flabbergasted and enraged that the task had been managed. She demanded to know which person had assisted her and Psyche simply answered that no ‘person’ had helped. Aphrodite instantly set the second task. She instructed Psyche to gather wool from the golden fleece of every sheep grazing in the field on the other side of the river. Simply stating if Psyche could not complete the task, she shouldn’t return. Psyche thought this seemed like an easy task, and began to cross the river. The reeds in the river started to shake, as the river nymphs appeared to warn her. The nymphs said that the rising sun made the sheep vicious and that the rams would try to destroy any mortal that came into the field. They advised her to wait until noon when the sun rose, and the sheep ventured off to the shade of the trees to sleep. This way, she would be free to roam the field, gathering the wool that was captured by the briar bushes or to shear from the sleeping sheep. She followed their advice to the letter and was able to collect golden fleece from each of the sheep. She returned to Aphrodite who, once again, was incredulous that Psyche completed the task. Tired of Psyche persistence and suspicious of the gods intervention, she gave her third task, positive this time would end in failure. This time she wanted Psyche to fill a crystal flask with icy mountain water from the mouth of the Stygian river. Psyche took the flask from Aphrodite and began climbing the craggy rocks of the mountain. But when she got near the top, she realized this was the worst task yet, for the rocks near the mouth of the river were hopelessly steep and slippery. Just as she decided to fling herself off the mountain, an eagle flew over, one sent by Zeus who was supportive of the woman’s determination and what he saw as a way to sway Eros mischievous nature. With the eagle's assistance, she was able to return with the water in hand and deliver her prize to Aphrodite. Seeing that there was no way to stop this mortal but one, so Aphrodite gave Psyche the cruelest task of all: She ordered her to carry a box to the underworld and ask Queen Persephone for a small portion of her beauty. Usually, a mortal cannot get to the underworld except by one means and one alone, death. She prepared to take her own life when a voice spoke to her, one that seemed so familiar and one she felt she could trust. It spoke to her the way into the underworld, without the need for death but also warned her that this was only the first hurdle on her journey. The voice said that she needed to take coins for the ferryman of the dead, enough for two trips. The voice also said not to accept any seat, drink, or food in the underworld or she would be bound to the place, and finally that to leave the underworld and return to the ferry, a gift for the three headed beast Cerberus was required. She steeled her resolve, remembering the voices words well as she ventured into the depths and reminded herself what she was fighting for. She gave two coins to the ferryman, one for there and one to return. Upon her arrival, Persephone welcomed her and ever the hostess offered her a set at their table and a bountiful feast. Psyche politely refused, placing herself upon the ground and telling the goddess of why she had ventured into her domain. The goddess left with the box, returning moments later to gift the box back to Psyche who felt it was much heavier than before. She thanked the goddess for her hospitality and generosity before exiting with cargo in hand. Waiting for her, the three headed beast Cerberus snarled and was ready to guard the exit as the dead were not allowed to leave. Psyche pulled out cakes of barley, covered in honey to appease the beast and slipped past to return to the ferry. She has made it out of the underworld but as she walked the more curious she became. What did the beauty of a goddess look like? Especially one as fair as the goddess Persephone. She decided that a simple peak wouldn’t be of harm and if a small bit was lost, it still felt full to the brim. She opened the box but what was inside was no beauty but a dark sleep, one that instantly took hold of her. The next moment, she was awoken with a kiss to her lips, her eyes falling upon her love that held her in his arms. She cried tears of joy, embracing him close. Before Aphrodite could catch them, Eros lifted Psyche from the ground and carried her high into the heavens to Mount Olympus to the home of Zeus, King of the Gods; and he bid Zeus to officially marry them. After Zeus married Eros and Psyche, all of Mount Olympus celebrated the couple and watched as Zeus bestowed upon the mortal the ambrosia of the gods and made her the Goddess of Soul. As a wedding gift, he blessed Psyche with a pair of butterfly wings so that she could fly so that wherever her love was, so would she be. The two found that love really does concur all and lived happily ever after…. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ 🦋 The fall brought her nothing but heartbreak, showing that what she thought Eros and her had was actually all a spell, an illusion, one that had dissolved with the weakening of their powers. She couldn’t explain why else her true love would binge on carnal sins of others once more and avoid her at all cost. Every search ended in failure or had him quickly departing in the other direction when she tried to approach. Psyche loved him with all her heart and didn’t wish to burden him if he really wanted nothing to do with her anymore, so she respected his wishes and stayed away. She spent a long time wallowing in self pity and depression at all she had lost. To this day, she is still unsure who actually delivered ambrosia to her when she had given up on wanting to continue. She cursed ever knowing the gods and allowing herself to become an immortal which would prolong her suffering. It took far too many years for her to accept the facts before her, eventually realizing that she needed to move forward and decided to start living again instead of just moving on autopilot to survive. Psyche had loved him for so long that she couldn’t just turn it off, even with the ache it caused so she took up hobbies that made her feel close to him even through the distance. She learned archery and the language of love. She started to cook and bake more, finding peace in the memories of better times. When the good times seemed to haunt her, she made art so she had something real to remind her that it truly was real at a time. Sadly, it also became a horrible reminder of loss so she made sure to get rid of them and kept herself anonymous through the many years, currently using a butterfly as her signature. It gave her enough to start quite a few business adventures that she could put love and dedication into to distract herself from the loneliness and pain. She also worked to seek higher education or at least that is how the mortals saw it and at some points even taught others what she knew. She recently opened a bakery called ‘Sinful Temptations’ and is trying to remain positive about the newest adventure. It was suggested that maybe she should start finding some companionship of her own instead of pining over what cannot be. Psyche wasn’t sure about accepting another’s company just yet so she got a tiny miniature chocolate poodle which she named Makkachin. The little bundle of joy has brought her much more happiness but she is starting to wonder if the others are right. Maybe it is time to try and see if someone else could make her feel the fluttering of love instead of feeling like half her heart and soul is missing. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ 🦋 She wants to reconnect with Eros. She knows he no longer loves her but if she could do something to make him fall for her again then she wants to try. The problem is, no matter where she is…he is not there. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ 🦋 Losing her one and only love forever.

The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story

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______________________________________	______________________________________________________________________________________ Location: Redline PRT Headquarters Date/Time: November 11th, 2022. 6-ish PM Interactions: A lot ______________________________________________________________________________________

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"And now we got some kinda energy sword deal? Feelin' a bit outta my league at this rate!"

”Hey, don’t say that! I’m sure that your power and skills are just as amazing as anyone else. Everyone has something to contribute, you just have to learn how to apply it to a situation.”, Aaliyah said, trying to give the friendly girl some encouragement. Half of prepping for anything, a battle included, was believing in yourself and not ready to give up so easily. She was about to add more to her comment when another voice popped into the conversation drawing her attention to Cameron and taking in her hero look in all its glory. Honestly, it had her debating if she should have added some more color to her own outfit. It was too late for that obviously but she could admire the design and creativity of someone else. The more that showed up in uniform, the more impressive this group appeared than it had with the massive amount of teens chilling in a conference room. It made it feel all the more real and a tad dangerous which started nervous jitters but also keen excitement. It dwindled a tad as Rachel spoke, the weight that this was protection but still limited. She shook it off, determined not to let any fear leak in until the situation was before her. She would not let herself have a fear of the unknown. They could do this!

“It’ll be nice when we’ve got the time to share.”

No one really had time to speak though and she certainly didn’t have a chance to reply with the grand and over the top entrance of a literal tank walking into the area with Jane’s voice coming out of it. It was legit cool as hell but maybe too much so as the girl next to her swooned, full on passing out style swooning. Aaliyah was too stunned to react in time to help in any way before Rachel and Will were on the case to assist but she was impressed the girl didn’t wake back up with a bloody nose from the sudden excitement. It was enough to make her have to hold back a chuckle in an otherwise serious moment since they weren’t exactly sure what they were about to do. That fact even more so driven in by what the Director was explaining to them as they had a location and were walking in blind. That was at least something she was used to, going at a situation blind and having to think on the fly to get to the ultimate goal.

"I am... so sorry, am I not too late?...", a quivering voice spoke out from the back as the Director spoke, causing her attention to turn to the back but with her stature and the large crowd of other teens, it was hard to see who was exactly talking. It was obviously someone who hadn’t made it to the conference room earlier. Couldn’t say she blamed them for the nervous tone of voice since the whole situation could be intimidating and being late meant all eyes on you or more attention. “Sorry, no watch on the streets.”

If the voice hadn’t been so clearly different, she would have thought it was a continuation of the first, explaining why they were late but this voice held her interest. She wasn’t the only one who had been on the streets then. It made her hopeful to have someone that could kinda understand the situation she had been in. It was unfortunate that they were so far from her position. They all had a chance to meet and catch up later though and who was to say they would want to talk. That was a disappointing thought but often those things happened. She had been more in her fair share of situations with an aggressive person, telling her to get lost from their spot. Heck, maybe she knew them? No, that wouldn’t be right since she didn’t really know any other powered people until just now. In any case, that was best left for later and needed to focus back on the mission at hand. It didn’t take long to prove that some people were just bound to be late as another person just into the fray but this one much more feminine in town than the last two. "Apologies for being late, the traffic kept my taxi from getting here quite on time..."

Even with the slight disruptions, the Director finished his speech to them. It was good that they would have a bit of time to show off tricks, see the potential in combos before directly figuring it out in battle. She almost didn’t catch the last part with her queries on the new members of the group but Caiden’s words would have made for great clarification.“Well Gress...it looks like it’s time to dish eh?”, the tone mischievous but still enough to bring a smile to her own face since she got to know more details about the powers she had viewed earlier. That also meant she would be able to share her powers like he had mentioned before. Hearing the full details of his powers laid out though was not only intriguing on their own but it opened up a wide range of possibilities when combined with hers. They could make some pretty awesome trick shots if they played it right. “What about you?”

She was about to respond but held off when Carmen…wait V, Aaliyah corrected herself since they were in ‘hero mode’, she really needed to get used to that, went ahead next to further explain her powers instead of just the quick show from the conference room earlier. Her power really was fascinating though she shouldn’t be surprised they would want the best though from whatever list they were given to work with. “Sometimes, if I don’t specify, it kind of just makes things up. And as for me, I’m, um. Nothing special. I’m not strong, I’m not a good fighter… I can run fast, and shooting a gun and tasing people are pretty self-explanatory, right?”

”You are kidding right? Nothing special? I don’t know why you would think that way when you have such a uniquely awesome power. As I said earlier, we all have something to provide and you were chosen to be here right? That is half the battle right there to show you belong here and have the potential. Anything you don’t know, you can learn right? So try and believe in yourself a bit more.”she said with gentleness before turning her attention to Caiden.

”Oh, um, and to answer your earlier question, I can create two interlinking portals of various sizes for the transport of people or objects but the longer I hold it open the more complications can possibly arise.” Aaliyah explained before a purple glow started in mid air before ripping open in two places, creating a portal before her as well as one behind Caiden which she stepped through, closing the one she left from. ”However, with some creative thinking, I’ve learned to use it for offense instead of just evasion and defense…._{even if I’m not the best at the timing just yet}.”, she added, removing her portals so each was one above and below the other, pulling out a penny from the last bit of money she had shoved there and flicking it into the bottom portal to watch it continuously free fall for a few passes to gain a bit of speed before switching the top portal to a blank wall so the penny would shoot out towards it. ”So yeah, that’s the simplified version anyway.” It wasn’t long before it kicked off the next person's turn so to speak, turning back to the goliath metal form before all of them.

"Well, I got this thing—-It's big and heavy, takes some pretty big punches. Not much else it does, so- you know, just let me handle that? Pretty much a Brute cape when I get in this thing and it's built like a tank. It doesn't really do a lot more, unless you hide behind it so you don't get shot."

Aaliyah definitely felt safer with a literal walking tank around but it didn’t seem like everyone agreed since Grayman spoke to the Director, trying to more or less to persuade/convince him that he was not an asset to the mission. She could understand his concerns being a little more…vulnerable than most with the power traits she had seen so far but did he have so little faith in the team that he didn’t trust them to protect him? It seemed though that some were in agreement with Grayman’s thinking as Scraprig spoke up next to voice concerns about going at it with just the group. Aaliyah probably looked physically confused and about to facepalm when this occurred because…literal tank? How was this the second one to get nervous about the unknowing aspect of what they were facing? If they didn’t have someone with precognition in the first place, this would be the norm. Besides, it seemed logical that they would have some guidance from someone that has been around the block who could be a leader until someone rose up to the position themselves. Panic leads to failure, that is what she had learned in the past. You have to keep a cool head and face the unknown without giving in to the tempts of fear that it builds. ”All of us will have each other’s back and I doubt that we are going to go in without some kind of authority figures when some of us are lacking full combat training.”

Current Mood in One Gif

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Jörmungandr, The Great Beast

World Serpent
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Jörmungandr}

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	Zoey Deutch | #BDE8D4 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ World Serpent, Miðgarðsormr, Ouroboros, Harbinger of Ragnarök ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Just Huge Sea Serpent ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Norse 𓆙

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 𓆙 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{Life is like a snake's coils}}

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^{Jorm can hold her breath an ungodly amount of time to the point some might think she can breath under water (which she cannot). She also moves effortlessly through water though this is more practice than power.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 𓆙 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{No matter how many turns it makes}}

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𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 𓆙 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{You'll end up back where you belong}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ 𓆙 They were the middle child of the three children born of Loki and Angrboða, the other two being Hel and the Fenrir wolf. Jörmungandr was barely born before Odin, who saw danger if they should live, quickly tossed the palm sized snake into the ocean, hoping to avoid the fate prophesied. This snake bound to be the Harbinger of Ragnarök, helping to release Fenrir as well as cause poisonous chaos before killing his son Thor and ultimately perishing. Sadly, while trying to avoid this fate, Odin unknowingly set the course that might have lead to that very event as Jorm learned to thrive and eventually grew so big, that they surrounded the entire earth, so they could bite their own tail. They gave into the prophecy out of spite, anger, and accepting that you can’t change the way things are. If Odin had just left Jorm be, they might not have become as powerful or been able to grow large enough to start the the ultimate downfall. There were very few times that Jorm was able to remove themselves from the grasp around the world or out of the watery depths itself without the fear of punishment. Only two even come to mind and both involved the one they were destined to kill. The first had been before the grasping of their tail, their father coming to them with an opportunity to humiliate their destined rival. They would be disguised as a giant cat and Loki would bet Thor with the task to lift them off the ground. They felt a swell of pride when no matter how much force and strength he put into his hold, he was unable to lift them fully off the ground and their paws remained firm to the ground. A new spark of fire was added to the boiling cauldron that day, the need to be top of the competition strong. If them being born on different sides wasn’t enough, this helped tip the scales. The second time, Jorm had just begun to grasp at their tail and finally large enough to do so. It would be a bit longer before it was fully grasped, the timer on the clock to begin ticking in a sense. It had been just another peaceful day when something deliciously tasty plopped into the depths as if just for them. The temptation too great, the snake took its bite only to start being hauled up to the surface above. There, their eyes met with one of determination and one of complete terror upon view. Thor had reeled them in, possibly by accident but either way they spat poison at the pair who dared to disturb them. As Thor went to grab his hammer to kill the serpent, Hymir took no chances and cut the line, leaving the serpent to sink beneath the waves and return to its original position encircling the earth. That would be the last time Jorm saw the world above or anyone else until the day of Ragnarök was upon them. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ 𓆙 Ragnarök ended up being a pleasant surprise and practically a miracle as far as Jorm was concerned. They had waited for the day their brother Fenrir would break free, their sister Hel to call forth her army of the dead, and finally they would release their own tail to join them, leaving venom in their wake and killing Thor before meeting their own end. They had accepted long ago that this was the reason for living and the reason to die. So when they felt the pull to release their own tail, it was a shock to find themselves not on a killing rampage, to not have their siblings in the midst of devastation, but to be mortal and femininely so. She dazzled over her new form, in awe at the changes before suddenly realizing that everything she had waited for, everything she believed in... had all been wrong. She was free to make choices, free to speak, and free to experience the wonders of life. It made her curious and debate if maybe she was wrong in some of her views of previous events but that remained to be seen. Odin had still tossed her the ocean to be rid of her but it had made her strong and resilient. They had slaughtered and hated Giant kind but seeing as she had been under the sea for what seemed like eternity, had it continued to stay that way? Maybe her father had managed to change things but not their fate? Or was this it being changed? It made her conflicted to think about but she couldn't just strip away timeless hatred that had boiled and festered even though she was open to change. Heck, she had to be open and flexible to change with a new body and actually having a gender for once, instead of just snake. It didn’t mean it would be easy or even happen overnight if it was possible at all. In the meantime, while trying to reunite with her family since they would not be able recognize the new form, she experienced as much as she could and tried to be the first at every new event and got a thrill of living dangerously. Sure, it caused some wounds but it was worth it for the exhilaration and freedom. She was sometimes frowned upon and got into an immense amount of trouble for her efforts but she didn't give two rats asses about what they thought. If she wanted to do something then she would do it, if she had to trick or sneak to do so than by the depths of the sea, she would do just that. No one was going to stop her or force her to do anything that she hadn't decided herself. Finding her siblings had settled her down a bit, happy to be near them and getting to speak with them when she had been alone for so long but it didn’t completely tame her. Jorm still did dangerous stunts, joined wars, explored depths, encountered wildlife, and joined competitions but slowly she started to miss her relaxed life. It was why after years of non stop wild fun, she decided that joining a job at the aquarium would be a nice change. A reminder of the home she had for way too long, where all she would do was lay and clutch her tail. She wouldn’t want to go back to how it was but there was a comfort in the familiar and a beauty still in the life that had spun around her while she was stuck, alive but not living. Now, she was able to have her cake and eat it too. Live wild when she wanted and be in a place that also gave her peace without feeling trapped. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ 𓆙 She wants to try anything and everything, good or bad. They were stuck in an endless cycle of waiting. Now she has a chance to experience life and all it has to offer. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ 𓆙 Fears being alone once more, parted from her family, without a voice...trapped with only their thoughts and to once more gasp their own tail.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Aphrodite, Goddess of Love & Beauty

Goddess of Love & Beauty
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Ἀφροδίτη}

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	Scarlett Johansson | #FF69B4 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Aphrodite, Goddess of Love & Beauty, Lady of Cythera, Lady of Cyprus ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Love, Beauty, Pleasure, Procreation ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek ♡

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ♡ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{Love recognizes no barriers}}

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^{Produces an aphrodisiac that causes the target to envision Aphrodite however is most pleasing. Beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder after all.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ♡ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Cordelia Labelle ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 37 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Bisexual, Female, She/Her ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Model, Actress & Developer of 'Pick N Match’

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ♡ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{The way the world is right now, we need more love}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ ♡ Aphrodite was born when Cronos castrated his father Ouronos with a sickle and cast the genitalia into the sea and from there she emerged from the sea foam. Her beauty was said to cause such a stir within the Greek Pantheon that Zeus worried a war amongst the gods would break out and thus declared that she should be married so no arguments could occur. However, at the same time, Hephaestus sent an ornate golden throne to his mother. As soon as Hera sat on it, she became bound to the seat with fetters that none of the gods could break. The Olympians that had been gathered to decide which of them should marry Aphrodite, since Zeus had decided that it was time for her to be wed. Seeing a solution for both of his problems, Zeus declared that whichever god could free Hera would earn the right to marry Aphrodite. To win Aphrodite’s hand, Hephaestus would have to be brought back to Mount Olympus and compelled to release his mother. Aphrodite was certain that Ares, the god of war, was the only one strong enough to drag Hephaestus to Mount Olympus. She offered no resistance to the plan since she had hoped to marry Ares anyway. Ares, who was known for his battlelust far more than his strategic thinking, burst into the smith’s forge without a plan of attack. This proved to be a mistake, since the heat of the forge and the strength Hephaestus had built as a metalworker quickly drove Ares from Lemnos. Dionysus next approached the forge, but he had a much different plan than Ares’s reliance on a swift attack. He came with an offer of friendship. The two sat and talked, enjoying several cups of Dionysus’s finest wines. Eventually, Dionysus suggested that there was a loophole in Zeus’s decree. The next day, Hephaestus returned to Mount Olympus and freed Hera without any commands or threats. He then stood before the king of the gods and demanded his prize. Because he had come of his own accord and acted without anyone else forcing him to, Hephaestus himself had fulfilled the requirements of Zeus’s decree. As the god of law, Zeus was forced to agree that, because of the way he had worded his challenge, Hephaestus had won the right to marry Aphrodite. The marriage of Hephaestus and Aphrodite proved to be an unhappy one, which lead to many adulterous and unfaithful acts with the one Aphrodite truly loved, Ares the God of War. Eventually the sun god Helios, who saw everything from his position in the sky, learned that Aphrodite and Ares were meeting in secret. He told Hephaestus that Aphrodite had continued her relationship with the god of war, and the smith began to plan his revenge. As soon as Aphrodite and Ares were in bed with one another, Hephaestus put his latest trap in motion. A net of thin but unbreakable chains fell down on the lovers, trapping them in a very compromising position. Hephaestus did more than catch Aphrodite being unfaithful, however. He got revenge by humiliating his wife and her lover, inviting the other gods to come in and see how ridiculous they looked under his net. The only Olympian who did not laugh at Aphrodite and Ares was Poseidon. He vowed to make sure that Ares would be held accountable for his actions so that Hephaestus would agree to release them. Ares fled to Thrace and most sources, as Hephaestus had predicted, said little of what consequences he faced. In appreciation for Posesidon's kindness, Aphrodite showed her gratitude and formed a new bond with the God of the Sea. The marriage between Hephaestus and Aphrodite ultimately ended as a result of her infidelity. Taking time away from the chaos, she sought peace with the Charities and was lavished under their care. The most comforting and loyal being Pasithea. She became one of her closest friends and viewed her much like a daughter, bending to her will and any tears that appeared on the girls youthful face. That is why, when tears fell and the girl pleaded to help the one who had given Hephaestus the loophole in Zeus's plan for her marriage...instead of turning the girl away, Aphrodite helped Dionysus by sending Eros to make the leaders fall in love and stop the war with Dio's followers while Dio fell into his insanity. During her time away from Olympus, the goddess had many mortal lovers and had moments with other gods but mostly she kept to her duties and relaxed or took vengeance from her place in the Charities. She was a bit of a helicopter mother, trying to protect her children but all and all, it was an easy and laid back affair for her. The fall that was to come wouldn't be too much of a rough event, enjoying the mortal plane before and now just accepting what it would be to walk among them and be admired. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ♡ Unlike some, Aphrodite didn’t have much time to react to the fall itself or even come to terms that she was in the mortal realm. She had a brief moment of panic at the amount of power whisked away from her and then a split second to think of her loved ones before sleep laid claim to her. She was stuck in an endless dream and while most of the time it was pleasant, dreaming of all her desires for-filled without strife, dreaming of what could have been and dreaming of her children’s beautiful faces…but there were times it was an endless nightmare. The past actions coming back to haunt her, the dark parts of her life being rubbed deeper, worshipers forgetting her, and loved ones turning their back on her. It was either bliss or torture that flipped and flopped on a dime. At times she was aware it was a dream, cursing Hypnos and wondering what she had done to deserve this. Other times, she was so lost that it seemed all too real so when she awoke, it was jarring. Aphro couldn’t help but feel relieved, invigorated, and happy though to be present once more. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ♡ She wants to be one of the greats, memorable in the mortal realm for her skills and beauty. A real Hollywood starlight. Secretly, even with her non-committal nature, she wishes to find someone solely devoted to her and one that gives her the same feeling that Ares once gave her. One that will not abandon her when things get rough and someone that will not humiliate her or try to use bribery for her affection. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ♡ She fears for the safety and happiness of her children. She also has a fear of jealous wrath being directed at her since she has had a few horrible incidents with such things and does not wish for more. This newest and probably greatest fear however is to fall back into the endless slumber.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Aphrodite, Goddess of Love & Beauty

Goddess of Love & Beauty
_{Ἀφροδίτη
Ἀφροδίτη}

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	Scarlett Johansson | #FF69B4 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Aphrodite, Goddess of Love & Beauty, Lady of Cythera, Lady of Cyprus ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Love, Beauty, Pleasure, Procreation ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek ♡

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ♡ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{Love recognizes no barriers}}

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^{Produces an aphrodisiac that causes the target to envision Aphrodite however is most pleasing. Beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder after all.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ♡ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Cordelia Labelle ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 37 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Bisexual, Female, She/Her ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Model, Actress & Developer of 'Pick N Match’

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ♡ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{The way the world is right now, we need more love}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ ♡ Aphrodite was born when Cronos castrated his father Ouronos with a sickle and cast the genitalia into the sea and from there she emerged from the sea foam. Her beauty was said to cause such a stir within the Greek Pantheon that Zeus worried a war amongst the gods would break out and thus declared that she should be married so no arguments could occur. However, at the same time, Hephaestus sent an ornate golden throne to his mother. As soon as Hera sat on it, she became bound to the seat with fetters that none of the gods could break. The Olympians that had been gathered to decide which of them should marry Aphrodite, since Zeus had decided that it was time for her to be wed. Seeing a solution for both of his problems, Zeus declared that whichever god could free Hera would earn the right to marry Aphrodite. To win Aphrodite’s hand, Hephaestus would have to be brought back to Mount Olympus and compelled to release his mother. Aphrodite was certain that Ares, the god of war, was the only one strong enough to drag Hephaestus to Mount Olympus. She offered no resistance to the plan since she had hoped to marry Ares anyway. Ares, who was known for his battlelust far more than his strategic thinking, burst into the smith’s forge without a plan of attack. This proved to be a mistake, since the heat of the forge and the strength Hephaestus had built as a metalworker quickly drove Ares from Lemnos. Dionysus next approached the forge, but he had a much different plan than Ares’s reliance on a swift attack. He came with an offer of friendship. The two sat and talked, enjoying several cups of Dionysus’s finest wines. Eventually, Dionysus suggested that there was a loophole in Zeus’s decree. The next day, Hephaestus returned to Mount Olympus and freed Hera without any commands or threats. He then stood before the king of the gods and demanded his prize. Because he had come of his own accord and acted without anyone else forcing him to, Hephaestus himself had fulfilled the requirements of Zeus’s decree. As the god of law, Zeus was forced to agree that, because of the way he had worded his challenge, Hephaestus had won the right to marry Aphrodite. The marriage of Hephaestus and Aphrodite proved to be an unhappy one, which lead to many adulterous and unfaithful acts with the one Aphrodite truly loved, Ares the God of War. Eventually the sun god Helios, who saw everything from his position in the sky, learned that Aphrodite and Ares were meeting in secret. He told Hephaestus that Aphrodite had continued her relationship with the god of war, and the smith began to plan his revenge. As soon as Aphrodite and Ares were in bed with one another, Hephaestus put his latest trap in motion. A net of thin but unbreakable chains fell down on the lovers, trapping them in a very compromising position. Hephaestus did more than catch Aphrodite being unfaithful, however. He got revenge by humiliating his wife and her lover, inviting the other gods to come in and see how ridiculous they looked under his net. The only Olympian who did not laugh at Aphrodite and Ares was Poseidon. He vowed to make sure that Ares would be held accountable for his actions so that Hephaestus would agree to release them. Ares fled to Thrace and most sources, as Hephaestus had predicted, said little of what consequences he faced. In appreciation for Posesidon's kindness, Aphrodite showed her gratitude and formed a new bond with the God of the Sea. The marriage between Hephaestus and Aphrodite ultimately ended as a result of her infidelity. Taking time away from the chaos, she sought peace with the Charities and was lavished under their care. The most comforting and loyal being Pasithea. She became one of her closest friends and viewed her much like a daughter, bending to her will and any tears that appeared on the girls youthful face. That is why, when tears fell and the girl pleaded to help the one who had given Hephaestus the loophole in Zeus's plan for her marriage...instead of turning the girl away, Aphrodite helped Dionysus by sending Eros to make the leaders fall in love and stop the war with Dio's followers while Dio fell into his insanity. During her time away from Olympus, the goddess had many mortal lovers and had moments with other gods but mostly she kept to her duties and relaxed or took vengeance from her place in the Charities. She was a bit of a helicopter mother, trying to protect her children but all and all, it was an easy and laid back affair for her. The fall that was to come wouldn't be too much of a rough event, enjoying the mortal plane before and now just accepting what it would be to walk among them and be admired. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ♡ Unlike some, Aphrodite didn’t have much time to react to the fall itself or even come to terms that she was in the mortal realm. She had a brief moment of panic at the amount of power whisked away from her and then a split second to think of her loved ones before sleep laid claim to her. She was stuck in an endless dream and while most of the time it was pleasant, dreaming of all her desires for-filled without strife, dreaming of what could have been and dreaming of her children’s beautiful faces…but there were times it was an endless nightmare. The past actions coming back to haunt her, the dark parts of her life being rubbed deeper, worshipers forgetting her, and loved ones turning their back on her. It was either bliss or torture that flipped and flopped on a dime. At times she was aware it was a dream, cursing Hypnos and wondering what she had done to deserve this. Other times, she was so lost that it seemed all too real so when she awoke, it was jarring. Aphro couldn’t help but feel relieved, invigorated, and happy though to be present once more. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ♡ She wants to be one of the greats, memorable in the mortal realm for her skills and beauty. A real Hollywood starlight. Secretly, even with her non-committal nature, she wishes to find someone solely devoted to her and one that gives her the same feeling that Ares once gave her. One that will not abandon her when things get rough and someone that will not humiliate her or try to use bribery for her affection. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ♡ She fears for the safety and happiness of her children. She also has a fear of jealous wrath being directed at her since she has had a few horrible incidents with such things and does not wish for more. This newest and probably greatest fear however is to fall back into the endless slumber.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Jörmungandr, The Great Beast

World Serpent
_{Jörmungandr
Jörmungandr}

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	Zoey Deutch | #BDE8D4 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ World Serpent, Miðgarðsormr, Ouroboros, Harbinger of Ragnarök ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Just Huge Sea Serpent ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Norse 𓆙

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 𓆙 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{Life is like a snake's coils}}

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^{Jorm can hold her breath an ungodly amount of time to the point some might think she can breath under water (which she cannot). She also moves effortlessly through water though this is more practice than power.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 𓆙 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{No matter how many turns it makes}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Jorunn Strand ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 27 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Bisexual, Female They/Them/Their | She/Her ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Aquarium Worker

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 𓆙 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{You'll end up back where you belong}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ 𓆙 They were the middle child of the three children born of Loki and Angrboða, the other two being Hel and the Fenrir wolf. Jörmungandr was barely born before Odin, who saw danger if they should live, quickly tossed the palm sized snake into the ocean, hoping to avoid the fate prophesied. This snake bound to be the Harbinger of Ragnarök, helping to release Fenrir as well as cause poisonous chaos before killing his son Thor and ultimately perishing. Sadly, while trying to avoid this fate, Odin unknowingly set the course that might have lead to that very event as Jorm learned to thrive and eventually grew so big, that they surrounded the entire earth, so they could bite their own tail. They gave into the prophecy out of spite, anger, and accepting that you can’t change the way things are. If Odin had just left Jorm be, they might not have become as powerful or been able to grow large enough to start the the ultimate downfall. There were very few times that Jorm was able to remove themselves from the grasp around the world or out of the watery depths itself without the fear of punishment. Only two even come to mind and both involved the one they were destined to kill. The first had been before the grasping of their tail, their father coming to them with an opportunity to humiliate their destined rival. They would be disguised as a giant cat and Loki would bet Thor with the task to lift them off the ground. They felt a swell of pride when no matter how much force and strength he put into his hold, he was unable to lift them fully off the ground and their paws remained firm to the ground. A new spark of fire was added to the boiling cauldron that day, the need to be top of the competition strong. If them being born on different sides wasn’t enough, this helped tip the scales. The second time, Jorm had just begun to grasp at their tail and finally large enough to do so. It would be a bit longer before it was fully grasped, the timer on the clock to begin ticking in a sense. It had been just another peaceful day when something deliciously tasty plopped into the depths as if just for them. The temptation too great, the snake took its bite only to start being hauled up to the surface above. There, their eyes met with one of determination and one of complete terror upon view. Thor had reeled them in, possibly by accident but either way they spat poison at the pair who dared to disturb them. As Thor went to grab his hammer to kill the serpent, Hymir took no chances and cut the line, leaving the serpent to sink beneath the waves and return to its original position encircling the earth. That would be the last time Jorm saw the world above or anyone else until the day of Ragnarök was upon them. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ 𓆙 Ragnarök ended up being a pleasant surprise and practically a miracle as far as Jorm was concerned. They had waited for the day their brother Fenrir would break free, their sister Hel to call forth her army of the dead, and finally they would release their own tail to join them, leaving venom in their wake and killing Thor before meeting their own end. They had accepted long ago that this was the reason for living and the reason to die. So when they felt the pull to release their own tail, it was a shock to find themselves not on a killing rampage, to not have their siblings in the midst of devastation, but to be mortal and femininely so. She dazzled over her new form, in awe at the changes before suddenly realizing that everything she had waited for, everything she believed in... had all been wrong. She was free to make choices, free to speak, and free to experience the wonders of life. It made her curious and debate if maybe she was wrong in some of her views of previous events but that remained to be seen. Odin had still tossed her the ocean to be rid of her but it had made her strong and resilient. They had slaughtered and hated Giant kind but seeing as she had been under the sea for what seemed like eternity, had it continued to stay that way? Maybe her father had managed to change things but not their fate? Or was this it being changed? It made her conflicted to think about but she couldn't just strip away timeless hatred that had boiled and festered even though she was open to change. Heck, she had to be open and flexible to change with a new body and actually having a gender for once, instead of just snake. It didn’t mean it would be easy or even happen overnight if it was possible at all. In the meantime, while trying to reunite with her family since they would not be able recognize the new form, she experienced as much as she could and tried to be the first at every new event and got a thrill of living dangerously. Sure, it caused some wounds but it was worth it for the exhilaration and freedom. She was sometimes frowned upon and got into an immense amount of trouble for her efforts but she didn't give two rats asses about what they thought. If she wanted to do something then she would do it, if she had to trick or sneak to do so than by the depths of the sea, she would do just that. No one was going to stop her or force her to do anything that she hadn't decided herself. Finding her siblings had settled her down a bit, happy to be near them and getting to speak with them when she had been alone for so long but it didn’t completely tame her. Jorm still did dangerous stunts, joined wars, explored depths, encountered wildlife, and joined competitions but slowly she started to miss her relaxed life. It was why after years of non stop wild fun, she decided that joining a job at the aquarium would be a nice change. A reminder of the home she had for way too long, where all she would do was lay and clutch her tail. She wouldn’t want to go back to how it was but there was a comfort in the familiar and a beauty still in the life that had spun around her while she was stuck, alive but not living. Now, she was able to have her cake and eat it too. Live wild when she wanted and be in a place that also gave her peace without feeling trapped. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ 𓆙 She wants to try anything and everything, good or bad. They were stuck in an endless cycle of waiting. Now she has a chance to experience life and all it has to offer. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ 𓆙 Fears being alone once more, parted from her family, without a voice...trapped with only their thoughts and to once more gasp their own tail.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

@Dark Cloud

If you look at page 1 of the character tab, it shows all the pantheons we are accept. I believe the only one missing that is also acceptable is the Celtic pantheon. So sadly the ones you are requesting would not be possible. We are doing a round of new characters which fills out the missing sections a bit more.