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#trying to correct people who believe that in the '''''original myth'''''' persephone just walked to the underworld of her own accord is hel
themoonking · 6 months
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see someone spreading misinformation about ancient greece online, gently correct them, they say "well discerning whats canon and whats fanon in greek mythology is really difficult". i am killed instantly.
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stxr-bxy · 4 months
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pagan marauders hcs
in this universe paganism/real witchcraft = wizarding world and paganism is actually respected as a religion
most of them are hellenists but there are also roman and norse gods too
james
- works with athena
- he just loves powerful women
- or women in general tbh
- also works with apollon bc he’s the sun
- not super religious but goes to temple every Wednesday to visit the athena alter and on Sundays for the apollon alter
- makes a stupid amount of moon water because he uses it all the time
- no clair or psychic abilities but is very intuitive
- i imagine he got into hellenismos because euphemia is part greek (hence her name)
sirius
- prefers roman mythology over greek but is eclectic/neo pagan
- she works with Dionysius because they’re both drama queens and Venus because she helped him with embracing his femininity and feeling confident
- wears a carnelian necklace all the time bc she’s ✨that girl✨
- when she first quit weed she would smoke lavender because it puts you to sleep without causing highs
- goes to temple with friends to hang out and leave offerings
- had really strict catholic parents but never felt very connected to the church and god never really interacted with him no matter how many times he reached out
- his parents don’t think that being pagan = devil worship but they’re those people that think any god except theirs is a demon trying to hurt ppl
- was one of those tiktok witches for a while but then realized that witchtok is shit for information
remus
- he’s jewish but he’s still a witch so he still counts for this
- burns a lot of sage bundles
- Sirius sometimes goes to temple(jewish) with him so he’s not alone but most of the time he goes with his parents
- was actually smart about his journey and immediately bought books because social media is mostly bullshit
- he’ll sometimes go to his friend’s temple(pagan) with someone (usually sirius) when their other friends aren’t going or are working
- he’s very supportive and does have some idea of what’s going on
- except he keeps asking who some people are like some obscurer gods or mortals from myths
- “who’s selene again?” “for gods sake remus you ask this every time” “sorry. but still who is she” “the moon goddess remus…” “oh yeah”
- claircognizant, he just knows things
peter
- he was raised pagan because his moms are pagan (peter has two moms argue with the wall)
- works with freyja and demeter and goes to temple on thursday and friday for both
- he and marlene go for nature walks when it’s nice out and they sometimes look for crystals when they walk
- one time he found a really big quartz and took it home (he asked first ofc)
- also believes in animism and loves animals
- has a cat named luna (i have a cat named luna so i am projecting)
- clairvoyant, has visions and prophetic dreams
lily
- was raised jewish and even though she went along with it when she was young she didn’t really feel connected to god so she converted to hellenismos when she was 15
- works with persephone and aphrodite (i know they don’t get along but it’s fine because they’re not on the same altar)
- goes to temple on mondays and fridays for persephone and aphrodite
- meditates a lot and likes to make sure her chakras are aligned (i know chakras originate from hinduism but i’m pretty sure they’re an open practice any hindus can correct me in comments or rbs)
- loves rose quartz and opal
- always does her crushes astrology charts to make sure they’re compatible
- one of those girls with lots of incense
- when she was crushing on mary she wore so much rose quartz and carnelian to get her to notice her
- lowkey scared of tarot bc it’s way too accurate, she prefers oracle cards
- wears pentacle necklaces for protection
mary
- works with medusa (because of the hc that mulciber sa’ed her so she likes her story) and aphrodite
- veils on holidays and when she goes to temple
- reads tarot for people as a side hustle
- loves florida water and uses it a lot because she’s latina
- wears her evil eye/nazar a lot
- has a little home guardian statue and it’s a statue of a little cat
- bought her first veil from amazon and it had such a bad energy that she couldn’t cleanse out so she just threw it away
- when she goes to the beach she looks for shells to put on her aphrodite alter
marlene
- works with hekate and persephone
- has always loved the idea of witches since she was a little girl
- her parents were also strict catholics but marlene never believed in god, she knew somewhere deep down that he wasn’t as real to her as her gods
- her parents basically thought that witchcraft was the devil’s work and they never approved of it, they still don’t but now they’re used to it
- meditates during the full moon
- makes devotional playlists for her deities
- has lots of crystals because “i just think they’re neat”
- avoids doing shadow work but then her deities get mad so she reluctantly does some
- one of those girls who has rusty nails and dead bugs just so she can hex your ex
- clairaudient, was always confused by the ringing in her ears and what it meant
regulus
- works with hades and persephone
- loves the myth about them
- his parents raised him catholic but he stopped believing in god pretty quick because his prayers were never answered
- loves it when mary gives him tarot readings
- prefers runes to tarot but still likes tarot
- goes to temple on mondays because of persephone
- he talks with lily and marlene about persephone a lot and celebrate her return together
- his favorite holiday is yule because he loves all of the folklore surrounding it and the trees
- he used to charge his rose quartz in the sun because he didn’t know you couldn’t do that and then the color faded so he stopped doing that
- does lots of shadow work because he’s fucked up in the head
pandora
- a lot of people think she works with gods like iris or aphrodite but she actually works with nyx and hekate
- does scryings for people
- clairsentient, always picks up on other people’s emotions and the vibe of a room
- goes to temple on saturdays for hekate and with reg on mondays because the services include nyx and persephone
- one of those girls who used a spirit/ouija board and then all of witchtok came for her
- very experimental, uses egg shells in hexes and stuff like that
- also works with the fae and leaves them offerings for ostara and litha (and just in general)
- gives people little rocks and crystals she finds
- little kids love her and they always have such a good energy
- makes art of her deities
barty
- italian folk witch and pagan
- always wearing his nazar to protect from il malocchio cause he doesn’t fw that shit
- works with hades and hermes
- he’s half italian on his mom’s side so he got his practice from her
- uses people’s hair in his spells and no one knows where he gets it from
- “barty why the fuck is my hair in your spell jar?” “idk man…” “liar”
- messes around with tarot and runes when he’s bored
- goes to temple on mondays with reg and pandora and wednesdays for hermes
- clairvoyant (to go along with the seer barty hc)
- mabon is his favorite holiday because food
dorcas
- works with selene and hekate
- her and marlene love talking about hekate and honestly they could talk about her all day
- lowkey wanted to work with freyja at one point but she already has enough deities
- veils a lot for spiritual protection, can be as simple as a bandana or her hair braided but she likes regular veils too
- one of those girlies who walks barefoot in the forest
- grows her own herbs in her garden
- selenophilic
- needs to know everyone’s big 3
evan
- not super religious but still a witch
- he mostly does kitchen witchcraft
- he makes simmer pots and uses herbs when cooking
- hangs rosemary over his front door to protect
- has a cinnamon broom
- mops with rosemary water
- can’t meditate for more than ten minutes because he gets distracted or has an itch or something
- forgot to mention he worships luna, solass ( idk how to spell it) , and the mother (moon, sun, and earth)
- avid pentacle wearer
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holidaywishes · 3 years
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the song part 4
Part IV: Pieces of the Puzzle
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  Summary: After what happened, you head home and try to understand why Lydia and everyone was trying to convince you that you were something more than human.
  Fandom: Teen Wolf
  Warning: Nothing? Maybe some angst because I love some angst but I don’t think there’s anything to warn this time
  Author’s Note: I haven’t added to this in forever, so I thought it was time! To be completely honest, I had a very clear idea originally of where I wanted to go with this series but, because it’s been so long, I’ve lost my train of thought for that. Hopefully, some of it will come back to me but until then I’m just gonna follow my stream of consciousness...
  masterlist
  the other masterlist
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Calli’s P.O.V
  You truly weren’t sure what to believe. You could see that Scott and Theo were... something, but werewolves weren’t real. They couldn’t be. And the rest of it just seemed like a cruel joke. A harbinger of death? Who wants that? But you couldn’t deny that those men knew something about you, something that you didn’t and something that you were clearly reluctant to learn.
  “Calli...” Scott said as you walked ahead of him and Theo, not paying attention to them, “Calli please, listen to us. We’re not lying to you. Not about this...”
  “But you’re lying to me about other things?” you scoffed
  “No, I just meant we wouldn’t lie to you about this” he corrected
  “I.. I just need a break Scott,” you sighed, finally turning to face the two boys, “it’s been a long night and I have no idea what happened. So, please, just stop. If you really need to talk about it, maybe tomorrow. But for now, just... don’t.” You continued back to your Uncle’s house, where you were met with a large crowd of concerned faces before they all asked questions but instead of answering them, you just walked right past, barricading yourself in your room before turning to the internet for answers.
  “In Greek mythology, the Sirens were dangerous creatures, who lured nearby sailors with their enchanting music and singing voices to shipwreck on the rocky coast of their island.”
  “Knew that, thanks for nothing, Wikipedia” you whispered to yourself
  “Although they lured mariners, for the Greeks, the Sirens in their ‘meadow starred with flowers’ were not sea deities. Roman writers linked the Sirens more closely to the sea, as daughters of Phorcys.”
  “Alright here’s something...” you continued
  “When the Sirens were given a name of their own, they were considered the daughters of the river god Achelous, fathered upon Gaia; making them both daughters of the water and the earth.” An article read, soon leading you to other myths, one stated that sirens were called to bring Persephone back to their father and, when they failed, they were cursed. With all your searching, you couldn’t find a clear depiction of what a siren should be -- bird, mermaid, hypnotic, seductive, dangerous, cursed, -- but there was also nothing that made you believe that you could be one.
  “This is absurd!” you said to yourself, closing your laptop and pushing it away from you, “they’re insane. This are just myths. Stories, that’s it. I’m just me...” As you laid in your bed, you stared at your computer, picking it up and dropping it a few times while you contemplated looking through more stories.
  “Calli?” Lydia whispered as she opened the door, letting herself in.
  “Hey...” you whispered back and she sat down on the foot of your bed
  “How are you doing?” she asked
  “How am I doing...” you scoffed, “well, let’s see. I was just attacked by a group of guys who kept telling me they ‘knew what I was,’ after being told by my cousin, and her friends, that I was a Siren. A mythological ancient Greek creature. And that they were Werewolves and Chimeras and Banshees... So, I think it’s fair to say that I’m a bit confused”
  “Can I explain?” she said and you nodded, “I know it’s hard to believe that it’s all true but it is. When I found out that I was a Banshee, it was under duress. Jordan, too. Scott had things happen gradually, Malia was born that way and Theo.. well, Theo was an experiment.”
  “An experiment?” you asked
  “It’s a long story”
  “Well... I think I need to know. If I’m going to believe any of this, I think I need to hear all of it.” Lydia sighed loudly before explaining everything from then until now and you sat there in awe.
  “So.. hold on. Peter, the guy who terrified me enough to leave this house, was in a coma for like six years but he was able to bite Scott and make him a werewolf. Malia thinks she’s a coyote but knows that she’s not responsible for her mom’s death. There was some weird witch lady who was sacrificing people for some reason and she tried to kill you and that’s how you found out you were a Banshee. Then, your friend, Kira, who was a Kitsune but then like sacrificed herself, and Jordan, the cop who you’re saying is a hellhound, was set on fire so a different cop could collect a bounty that someone named the ‘Benefactor’ had set up before sending out a big list of names with passwords that only you could know. Then, there were a bunch of wild experiments by a bunch of doctors who basically killed a bunch of kids but those kids came back to life because of a tree? And you’re telling me that Theo was one of the first experiments that these doctors created because he was evil to begin with? And after all of this, after everyone somehow survived, there was like a mega Werewolf who killed a bunch of people and then people started to forget that other people existed?”
  “Essentially, yes. I mean, you’re a bit mixed up but you get the gist of everything” Lydia said
  “And in all of this, even though things seemed to have settled down after you all fought a mob or something, I’m supposed to be a Siren?” you asked again
  “Yes”
  “How? Why?”
  “It’s genetic I guess. My Grandma was a Banshee, Peter seems to think that, because both our power comes from our voice, there’s probably someone in your family that--”
  “Was also a Siren?” you interrupted and she nodded in response, “I don’t even know.. how to.. begin to understand this. What am I supposed to do with this?”
  “Nothing...” she confessed before hanging her head and sighing before explaining her point, “I’m not saying you are responsible for saving the world. I’m not saying that we’re responsible for saving the world either. We’re not superheroes. We just are what we are and we have abilities that other people don’t and it’s our job, our responsibility, to use our abilities to help when and however we can.”
  “What if I can’t?” you asked sincerely
  “Maybe you need someone to help you, like I did. I, all of us, had Scott to help us figure out everything. Maybe you need to be able to learn your abilities without judgement or fear. But you don’t have to do anything, I just needed to make sure you were safe. That you weren’t in danger the way I thought you were. Then we got here and found out what you were and I got worried that the reason I thought you were in trouble was because of what you we-- because of what you are.” She explained and you took a deep breath before responding, trying to think of exactly what you felt and how to say it
  “What if I did want to learn my abilities?” you asked quietly, “what if I did want help?”
  “Scott would be ha--”
  “Not Scott,” you interrupted her, “Theo.”
  “Theo?” she scoffed, “No. Why? Did you not hear the part where I said he was evil to begin with?”
  “Lydia, people can change.”
  “Not him...”
  “Please, Lydia...” you sighed
  “Fine. I’ll... ask.”
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Theo’s P.O.V
  When Lydia asked you to help train Calli, help her understand her abilities, you were confused to say the least
  “I don’t know the first thing about Sirens...” you said
  “I DO!” Peter exclaimed, raising his hand gleefully
  “She asked for you” Lydia confessed
  “She asked for me?”
  “That’s what I said” she sneered
  “She asked for him?” Peter asked, clearly offended by the choice
  “Yes!” Lydia yelled, “She’s trying to understand everything and you,” she said, gesturing to Peter, “didn’t give the best first impression...”
  “But I can help her the most” Peter whined
  “It doesn’t matter. She asked for Theo, so that’s who she gets”
  “What if I say no?” you countered
  “You don’t get to say no” she challenged
  “Lydia”
  “Theo,” she scoffed, “I’m not arguing with you about this. There’s something about you that makes her feel... safe or something. You’re going to help her. That’s it. End of discussion.” Just like that, you waited for Lydia’s cousin in an old worn down boxing gym in Brooklyn Heights; she walked in, late, with her ponytail swinging behind her and a bag casually dangling off her shoulder as she popped her hip to the side
  “You actually showed up” she scoffed
  “What?”
  “I was half expecting Lydia to fail and not be able to convince you to help me. I thought I’d be seeing Scott here...” She spoke with a bite to her words as she made her way to the ring, staring up at you for a minute before you eventually scoffed at her
  “Well,” you huffed, raising your arms up to gesture to the old gym and dropping them quickly, “I’m here.”
  “I’m not getting in that ring” she snarled
  “Then what are we doing here?”
  “It’s private.” She admitted, dropping her bag to the floor and sitting on a bench adjacent to the box where you stood, “no one will interrupt us or bother us here.” Your eyes darted to the door before your tongue pushed against the inside of your cheek, annoyed at her roundabout conversation, before you finally hopped through the ropes and jumped down onto the concrete floor
  “What do you want?” you asked, creeping slowly toward Calli and you stood in front of her as her eyes trailed up your body before her eyes met yours, “what do you want me here for? I can’t help you. I’m on the outside in case you didn’t realize...”
  “That’s exactly why I want you to help me. I’m new, you were the last to be accepted; you weren’t bitten or born with the abilities you have, you had to learn how to use them, how to control them.” She explained and you turned your head before shaking it
  “I can’t help you” you scoffed, dropping the gloves that you had been holding onto, before storming away
  “Please,” she whispered and you stopped dead in your tracks, compelled to stay just from the cadence of her voice, “I’m terrified.”
  “What do you have to be terrified of?” you asked, turning your head enough for her to see the side of your face
  “What don’t I have to be terrified of?” she confessed, causing your body to turn back to her, “I keep telling people that I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with this information -- that I’m a Siren. I looked Sirens up you know. They’re not as magical or mystical as people think they are. People were terrified of them and they lured people to their death. Lydia says that we have a responsibility to help people but how do I help people when my only ability is to lead innocent people to their death?”
  “You think that’s all you’d be doing?” you asked calmly, finally finding yourself sitting next to her
  “Isn’t it?” she asked, “Lydia predicts death. You all fight it. I.. I’m supposedly the cause of it”
  “You don’t have to be. You have an incredible ability to connect with people in a way that none of us do. The calmness of your voice calms them -- stops them from overreacting, lets them know everything is going to be okay.” You explained, watching as her eyes darted across your face as she moved closer to you
  “How do you know?” she said softly as she seemed to moved into your touch
  “Because all I’ve felt since I met you was calm...”
  “Even when you were fighting those men?”
  “Didn’t even phase me... I just wanted to protect you. That’s your power.” You said
  “But isn’t that dangerous? Isn’t that what makes me the cause of death -- that people want to protect me?”
  “I would rather die for you than let you be killed” you admitted
  “I don’t want that!” she exclaimed as she moved away from you, standing up quickly to pace behind the bench, “My life isn’t more important than yours or anyone else’s. I’m just a person, I’m just a girl. I don’t deserve to live more than you, more than anyone. If I’m going to die, then that’s just what will be. I cannot, and will not, let anyone sacrifice themselves for me”
  “Calli...” you tried to calm her as you met her at the end of her pacing, “You’re as innocent as anyone I’ve ever met. More innocent than I’ve ever been and you deserve to be saved”
  “Not more than someone else” she argued again
  “If it were up to me, you would be.” Your words seem to catch her off guard and she furrowed her brow at you, “I don’t know anything about your abilities. I don’t know what you think I can teach you. I can help you fight, help you train, but learn? All I’d be doing was reading books with you -- trust me, I know just as much about Sirens as you do. I don’t know what the right thing to do here is. What I do know is when I see you, everything makes sense. The world quiets down and I can see things clearly. When I hear you speak, it’s like my heartbeat finds your rhythm and matches it. When you sing, I don’t need anything else...”
  “You’re hypnotized...” she whispered as her eyes watched your lips as you spoke before eventually clearing her throat so she could continue, “I wanted your help, Theo, but I can’t do this. I can’t let you...”
  “Let me what?” you said, moving even closer to her until there was almost no space left, “let me help you protect yourself? Let me learn about your abilities as you do? Let me--”
  “Let you risk your life for mine...” she sighed, pushing you away, “Given the chance, I know that’s exactly what you’d do.” She kissed your cheek, picked up her bag and began walking away from you
  “Let me help you train, at least.” You said, stopping her from leaving to quickly, “let me help you protect yourself so that I don’t end up risking my life for yours.” You watched as she stopped sharply, turning around and tilting her head at you before scoffing and shaking her head
  “You think you can handle it?” she chuckled, “you think you can handle training me?”
  “I’m sure I’ll be just fine.” You smirked as she made her way back to you, whispering once she was right in front of you
  “Even though your heartbeat matches my voice?” she mocked as she repeated your words, “Even though everything makes sense when you see me? Even though you’re obviously hypnotized by me?”
  “You won’t be singing, so I think I can manage...” you laughed until she circled around you and leaned against your back to whisper in your ear
  “What if I have to talk really close?”
  “I...” you stammered, your voice cracking as you continued, “I can handle it.”
  “What if you have to get real close?” she asked, as she circled back in front of you and forced your eyes to train themselves on hers, “and you have no choice but to look into my eyes?”
  “Are you sure you can handle me?” you asked, turning the tables on her but she didn’t seem to react
  “You don’t think I can handle you?” she smirked, “I’ll be okay. You don’t worry me...”
  “No?” you smiled, “Good. I wouldn’t want anything to get in the way of your very important lessons”
  “If you think you can handle it, then I can handle it” she replied, still close enough to you that you could feel her breath sweep across your skin
  “I can handle it” you smirked knowingly and she nodded before turning on her heels again
  “I’ll see you tomorrow, Theo.” She smiled and you felt your stomach fill with butterflies, which you just hoped didn’t show on your face
  “Tomorrow,” you added, “be on time, okay? I hate wasting my time and you need as much help as you can get.”
  “Watch it, Experiment Boy,” she teased, “or I’ll have to hurt you.”
  “I’d like to see you try” you teased back
  “Tomorrow.”
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fyrapartnersearch · 5 years
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Flower's Search for New Partners
Hey, I'm a 30 year old writer in search of new partners. 
About Me
Posting Schedule: I do my best to respond to my stories once every two to three weeks. There are times when I respond more frequently on weekdays but other times when I post primarily on weekends. It all depends on how busy life becomes. Fair warning, sometimes my writing partners may have to wait longer than a three week period. Being made to feel guilty about not posting is a massive turn-off for me. Spare us both the headache and please search for another partner if you are the type to become anxious while waiting for posts.
On Smut: Smut tends to take me longer since I am very critical of my writing in those types of scenes. Intimate scenes take me twice as long to write for male characters in comparison with females. Again, just being upfront and honest with you. I enjoy smut as an added condiment rather than main dish.
OOC Communication: We do not need to become best friends but I need to feel comfortable with my partners. I need to feel like we can have our characters have a dispute or dislike one another without it leading to misunderstandings between us as writers. 
Types of Writing Partners Desired: Anyone is welcomed here. I want your brain. Your real life gender is irrelevant to me. I prefer partners who write in past tense and third person. First person is perfectly fine in character thoughts. I want to craft a story with another person. Give me your ideas and I will give you mine. We can beat it together into something we both are eager to write. Must be 18+ in regards to your actual age.
Characters I Play: I am perfectly capable of writing either a male or female character. Usually, my female characters tend to be either bi-sexual or heterosexual. Other labels (bi-curious, lesbian, pansexual, etc.) will sometimes make appearances as well. My male characters are more times than not heterosexual but they are capable of being bi-sexual. 
Post Length: I can post a lot or I can post a little. It depends on where we are in the story. While I do value quality over quantity, I despise one-liners.
Malleable Ideas: I thoroughly enjoy collaboration. Typically, none of my ideas are set in stone because I prefer to build a story with my partner rather than dictate all of the terms.
Stories I like:
Diversity: The world is filled with a lot of similarities but there are differences too. I enjoy writing people of color (PoC) within my stories. I look through through those face claims first when searching for character inspiration. I don't mind writing other races either! In fact, I am happy too. However, if you would have an issue with me using a PoC, either as an NPC or main character, I would rather not write with you
Drama: I really, really love drama in my roleplays. A lot of my characters have tragic pasts. My partner would need roll with the punches and maybe even return them because it's boring for me to play submissive characters with no backbone. It's also boring for me to write the perfect couple. I need hellfire dammit! Now, this does not need to happen all of the time. As with all things, too much of something lessens its appeal
Humor: Make me laugh. It is one of the greatest gifts you can give a person and I will like you ten times more for it.
Low (Modern) Fantasy: A good example of this genre, for me, would be the television show, Supernatural. I write these types of stories most because they are so much fun!
Superheroes: I like playing superheroes! I haven't done it in a while but my interest has not waned. I should warn that I don't like playing canons like Storm, Thor, or any of those awesome creations. I don't feel like I can do them justice so I rather just make my original character.
Mythology: Admittedly, I have a bit of a weakness for mythology. While I am most familiar with Greek myths, I am more than happy to explore others. Stories that entice me are mortals falling in love with gods. Recreating a romance between gods such as Hades or Persephone. Or defining the reason why a god might be perceived as something such as why Zeus is seen as a cheater or what not.
Lycanthropy: There’s a special place in my heart for werewolves. Not only do I enjoy reading and watching movies about them but I really love writing them.
Vampires: Same as above. I’ve been reading about vampires forever and I do enjoy a good movie, like the Underworld series. I’m pretty flexible on the lore we borrow from to craft our own versions.
Angels: Love them! They can be sent from heaven on a mission, stolen by some bold demon, or banished for a misdeed.
Demons: Love them!
Westerns: Westerns are a tricky category. As such, it really depends if I’d enjoy writing them or not. I like the idea of rural setting in modern times. I’m not sure if that’s what someone might consider a western. I also really love Westworld. The grittiness of the characters and such. It really just depends with this one.
System Roleplays: I’ve been wanting to try a system game for the longest. It just hasn’t happened yet. If you are looking to write one with me, whether if in a 1v1 or group game, you will need to be patient. I have no experience with it other than a few brief games and watching Critical Role every week.
Historical Settings: Again, like with Westerns, it really depends with this category. Don’t get me wrong. I absolutely adore period pieces. I’m constantly searching for one to watch on Netflix. They’re just so hard and my confidence in writing them is pretty shaky.
Apocalyptic Settings: I don't mind these types of games. I will usually take a peek at group games with this setting but I have never ventured to do a story in a one on one setting. Doesn't mean I am not opened to it though.
Fandoms I Like (Original Characters and sometimes Canon Characters):
Westworld, Sense8, Charmed, Blade Runner 2049, Altered Carbon, The Magicians, Potterverse, Merlin, Penny Dreadful, Critical Role, Game of Thrones, Lord of the Rings, Downton Abbey, The Dragon Prince, My Hero Academia, Mirai Nikki, Akama Ga Kill, Sword Art Online, Elfen Lied and loads more! 
Here are some examples of story ideas I've come up with in the past. These are all modern mythology retellings.
Eye of The Storm
Story : Your character has always been troubled, the type who skipped school on the daily basis and stole lipstick from stores, even though there was not a need. People, who have the misfortune of knowing her, view her as being another ungrateful brat, destined to end up in some expensive rehab center or overdosed in a darken corner of the club. They were correct. She turned out to be a blemish upon the face of the world and her parents’ constant shame. No one understands it as there is no visible explanation for it. Either way, somehow, she ends up at the chaotic shores in the middle of the storm, garbed in her vomit stained clothes and deadly intent. She walks out into the water, seeking to end her life, and finds herself rescued by the most unlikely of sources.  Setting : A college town a few hours out from the city. The only qualifier I have in regards to setting is that it must take place near the seas.  Keywords : Romance, Substance Abuse, Suicide, Modern Fantasy, Mythology(Poseidon)  Seeking : Your character, of course, is our troubled young woman, who desperately needs to be guided away from what has been destroying her from within for years. I have a loose idea that something escaped the mysterious and dangerous depths of the ocean and has taken up residence within her body for years, potentially poisoning her beyond redemption. Maybe she discovered a necklace as a kid or something? We can discuss this together.  Kinks : Due to lack of a better word or descriptor, this might be considered a Dominant/submissive type of roleplay with Poseidon (Ishmael) assuming the dominant role. The God has possessed a lifelong obsession with water so there would obviously be a few scenes within that type of environment. Water is open to change though so he would be willing to permit whomever he’s with to lead every once in a while. 
Waste Not, Want Not
Story : Apollo has often been regarded as being a fairly lighthearted god, one who brings constant sunshine and inspires brilliance into whomever surrounds him, much like the sun which is essential for the creation of life. However, with the disappearance of his wild but truly believed twin sister, his gentle countenance has become resigned and withdrawn from the world. Unfortunately, his grief is not one to be experienced alone. Without the presence of its sun prince, the world becomes dark in consequence, not just in temperature but also in creativity .Where people experimented to create a new, they have become content with their ignorance and current circumstances. Apollo finds inspiration though in the most unlikely of places; however, what price is he willing to play to regain his muse? Setting : This can take place in a modern (rural or urban) or historical setting.  Keywords : Romance, Modern or Historical, Mythology (Apollo),  Betrayal, Punishment, Teasing, Exploration  Seeking : This is a fairly loose idea. I am basically seeking someone  who is capable to break a God’s muse block. 
To Kiss A Spy
Story : Marriage is not to be broken. Zeus has sworn himself anew to his wife, Hera, determined to take his vows seriously and be loyal to her until the end of their days. Faithfully, he ignores the temptations of the flesh, no matter how succulent, from both human and goddess alike. His temper suffers as a result but those around him have learned to adjust to their new leader’s temperament. In other words, he is given a wide berth. All that matters is that his Hera is content, basking in being the sole owner of his affections.  At least, he believes she is. In truth, the Queen of the Gods does not believe her husband is capable of the barest hint of monogamy. She is certain that he is still cheating on her even though her evidence suggests he speaks truthfully about his change of heart. Determined to prove herself right, she acquires some temptation, one which her husband would not be able to resist.  Setting : This can take place in a modern (rural or urban) or historical setting.  Keywords : Romance, Historical or Modern, Mythology (Zeus),  Betrayal, Punishment, Teasing, Cheating Seeking : Whomever Hera has bribed, hired, or threatened to do this piece of dirty work for her.
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