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wordsbyarwen · 8 days
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and death i think is no parenthesis
*nervous laughter as i realize i haven't updated tumblr since chapter 18*
There was a mortal in the House of Hades. Tissaia sensed it long before she fully regained consciousness, and when she opened her eyes after eight mortal days of slumber, she did not need to see Yennefer to know the woman was in the room.
Chapter 19 is here! If you aren't quite caught up, there are now 25 chapters.
Various prompts from the two different list including: sky, your voice, 'love is devotion,' spring, and 'come back soon'
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wordsbyarwen · 1 month
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and death i think is no parenthesis
It seems I've been remiss and haven't updated on Tumblr since chapter 13 of the fic. Having just posted chapter 18, it's probably time for a refresher.
The god of the dead and her mortal houseguest were falling in love. Neither one of them were willing to admit it even to themselves, of course - nor did they see it in each other. Nonetheless, it was there. It happened over weeks that stretched into months that stretched into a year, and then beyond - little by little, growing by such immeasurable increments that both women occasionally found themselves blindsided by the longing that had grown within them.
Chapter 14 is here. If you're all caught up, chapter 18 is here.
And of course, you can read from the beginning here.
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wordsbyarwen · 1 month
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Something from @troiings' Hades AU and death i think is no parenthesis
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wordsbyarwen · 2 months
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and death i think is no parenthesis | chapter 13
“Honestly, you were never this - ” Tissaia cut herself off, sucking her teeth when she felt a familiar presence outside her room. She turned her head, meeting Yennefer’s startled gaze. “He was never this demanding before you came along.” Her tone was accusatory, but there was no real antagonism in it. Cerberus chirped, headbutting her jaw. Tissaia wrapped her arms absent-mindedly around him, placing one hand upon his shoulders in a bid to contain him. “Sorry,” Yennefer said, though she did not sound it. The brief grin she flashed proved she was anything but contrite.
things this story was meant to be: two idiotic wlw who can't admit they're in love things this story became: two idiotic wlw who can't admit they're in love, sharing custody of a three-headed sometimes-dog, sometimes-cat
this chapter of the Hades and Persephone AU brought to you by @femslashfeb's day 23 prompt: jewel
Read here.
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wordsbyarwen · 2 months
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and death i think is no parenthesis | chapters 11 & 12
“You’re not what I expected.” Yennefer shook her head wonderingly as she gazed at the other woman. Tissaia arched her brow slightly, that small change making her look a little more like herself. When she spoke, it was still quiet. “What did you expect?” Yennefer hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. Seeing Tissaia like this was foreign. Wrong. But laughter was good medicine. “I don’t know. Someone taller, for one.”
These chapters brought to you by @ministarfruit's day 28 and 24 prompts, "made you smile" and "plagued by the horrors"
aka Arwen wrote more emotional whiplash chapters (with an obligatory warning for infant death mention)
Chapter 11 is here.
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wordsbyarwen · 2 months
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and death i think is no parenthesis | chapters 9&10
The Elysian village of the honoured dead had the look of a place that had grown over time from a small palace complex to a sprawling township. It lacked any form of defensive walls, for it needed no fortification. As a result the buildings meandered outward without concern for the preservation of space; the layout instead prioritised order. And so, while the fringes of the settlement were less densely populated, the buildings generally smaller, it was still plain to see that the whole of the complex could be easily navigated if one only knew the general direction one needed to travel.
written for @femslashfeb's day 27 and day 14 prompts, "real" and "sweetheart"
Read from chapter 9 here.
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wordsbyarwen · 3 months
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and death i think is no parenthesis | chapters 7&8
Around midmorning on the sixth day, Tissaia appeared like a spirit in her doorway, hands clasped in front of her, blue eyes searching. “You gather herbs for the priestesses of Artemis,” she observed apropos of nothing, somehow present and far away at the same time. “And the temple of Apollo,” Yennefer mumbled. She buried her face in her hands, scrubbing at her forehead. She had not told anyone here of her life before stumbling into Hell. She had barely felt like speaking at all. Speaking now made her realise how dry her throat was, so she reached for the kylix at her bedside and took a long draught of wine. In doing so, she noticed that Tissaia was still staring at her as if seeing her for the first time. In a way, she was.
Chapters 7 and 8 are basically two parts of @ministarfruit's Femslash Feb day 8 prompt: living dead. Yennefer is struggling.
Read chapter 7 here or from the beginning of the work here!
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wordsbyarwen · 3 months
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wordsbyarwen · 3 months
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when albert camus said “the sea; i didnt lose myself in it. i found myself in it” and when sylvia plath said “if i lived by the sea i would never be really sad” and when hozier said “love, when the sea rises to meet us” and when an anonymous writer said “and yet my heart wanders away, my soul roams with the sea” and when homer said “I’d rather die at sea”
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wordsbyarwen · 3 months
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“I have laboured hundreds of your lifetimes to preserve the balance between life and death. For you see, my dear, human lives are painfully short, and eternity is so very long.”
Chapters 5 and 6 of the Hades & Persephone AU are live! Written for @femslashfeb's day 10 prompt (plush) and @ministarfruit’s Femslash February day 3 prompt: “your life is mine” respectively
Chapter 5 is here, or read from the beginning here.
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wordsbyarwen · 3 months
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and death i think is no parenthesis - ch 4
The god of the dead gave a quiet sigh upon her servant’s departure, lips twisting into a thoughtful frown. “Oh, my dear girl,” she finally breathed into the stillness of the room. “If only I had been here, your fate would have been much different.” This situation was the fault of Aphrodite alone, of course, but Tissaia could not help but consider that, had the events of the day occurred the way the goddess of love expected them to, none of them would be in this mess. But even a god such as Hades could not change the events of the past, so there was little point in devoting too much thought to what could have been.
Chapter 4 of the Hades & Persephone AU is up! This one written for @ministarfruit's Femslash February day 1 prompt: "if only"
Chapter 4 is here, or read from the beginning here.
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wordsbyarwen · 3 months
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There was a mortal in the House of Hades. And she had unwittingly bound herself to the Underworld for the rest of her life. Hades’ thin lips pursed at the thought. It was a bit like finding a butterfly crushed in the gears of a great machine—a small price to pay for the guarantee of order and safety, but a shame nevertheless. Her skin crawled with the injustice of it - with the knowledge that, for even one woman, the careful balance between life and death she had constructed, had maintained since time immemorial had been shattered.
Or, the AU where Tissaia is Hades and Yen is Persephone. No kidnapping, just a little misguided 'rescuing' courtesy of a meddlesome goddess of love. Chapters 1-3 are up now!
Chapters follow some of @femslashfeb's 2024 prompts, albeit very out of order. The prompts so far are Fall, Vulnerable, and Mystery!
Fandom: The Witcher Characters: Tissaia, Yennefer, Rita, original male character Ships: Yennaia WC: ~6k Rated: T Other tags: crack treated (mostly) seriously, greek mythos fusion etc
Read it from the beginning here. (You will need an ao3 account. If you haven’t got one, i’m happy to get you an invite)
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wordsbyarwen · 3 months
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previously on @wordsbyarwen: Greek myth AU, the mages are gods and use avatars to appear to their followers, Tissaia is the lord of the Underworld and god of the dead, her Hades avatar vs the form she was born into
bonus Rita as Aphrodite
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wordsbyarwen · 3 months
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i said i would be focusing on my current WIPs but lol, apparently February is the month of "distract everyone with Greek myths set in Hell." this one features Tissaia as Hades and Yen as Persephone (without the kidnapping).
i haven't touched the beginning but i've never in my life had so many headcanons develop and crawl out of so few paragraphs while actively writing them, so this was fun! what started as "the mages are the gods and use avatars to appear to their followers" became "i bet Tissaia thinks this whole situation is Rita's fault" (spoiler: it is)
anyway here is a little 500 word taste of worldbuilding and snarky tissaia+rita. as a treat. mostly for me.
Tissaia shook off the mantle of Hades like a winter cloak, rolling out her shoulders and tipping her head sideways. Even as she diminished in stature, her neck gave a satisfying pop of releasing tension. When she opened her eyes again, the view was much more familiar.
She hated being six inches taller in her own house, hated the idea that things could look so different from the perspective of someone who stood a head higher. In the mortal realm it was all well and good to present herself as an imposing figure - how imposing depended on her audience, her mood, and the day of the week - but she would always prefer the body she was born into for the day-to-day affairs of her court.
Sinking wearily onto her throne, she rested her forehead in an open palm for a long few moments, eyes closed. She was exhausted, but there was work to do that was far more exhausting yet.
Well. Perhaps she couldn’t rightly call it work, but she was determined to resolve the mystery of the mortal in her house, and she had a very good idea of where to start.
Composing herself, Tissaia lowered both hands to curl her fingers loosely against the arms of her throne. Her blue eyes flashed with fire and lightning and, lifting her head, her voice shook the very foundations of her throne room.
“APHRODITE!”
When the echoes of her voice died away and the room fell silent, she waited for the span of several long breaths. Then, rolling her eyes, she spoke again, this time as if she were addressing someone at the back of the room, her eyes still gleaming with power. “Do not ignore me, you great Olympian slattern; your stench is all over her.”
“My, my. Impatient, melodramatic, and charming as ever. I have work to do too, you know.”
The voice of the woman who strolled into Tissaia’s periphery was dark and rich as loam, her skin like raw umber. She was a little taller than the version of Hades Tissaia wore in her own home, busty, and broad in shoulder and hip. Her lips, glossy and dark, were curled into a smile, and her hair was twisted into locs broader than Tissaia’s thumb and piled high atop her head in an intricate display.
Most gods chose a form and maintained it - sometimes the body they were born into, sometimes a preferred avatar. For some, transitioning was easier than others. Tissaia had always resisted change herself, found the act rather more taxing as a result.
But Aphrodite - Rita - had a face for every occasion and every audience, so many that Tissaia had forgotten what the woman rightly looked like. She supposed it didn’t matter.
The body she presented herself with today was one Tissaia had not seen in a while, but it was as lovely as any Rita had chosen and equally on display: bare arms, dramatic neckline, skirts that were sheer in places and barely opaque enough for modesty in others.
“What is it this time, then?” Tissaia asked as Rita moved to stand in front of her, hands on hips, expression smouldering. “Seducing pretty boys, or starting wars over pretty girls?”
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wordsbyarwen · 3 months
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It takes the better part of two years to lie, cajole, and research her way into the land of the dead. To stand before the throne of a god whose face she does not recognise. To look him in the eye and demand Tissaia be returned to her.
Or, the Orpheus and Eurydice AU that made me cry while writing it. Cutting onions, please bring tissues. Happy femslash febuwhump.
Fandom: The Witcher Characters: Tissaia, Yennefer Ships: Yennaia WC: ~8750 Rated: T for extensive exploration of death and loss Other tags: major character death, canon compliant (derogatory), greek mythos fusion ish?
Read it here. (You will need an ao3 account. If you haven't got one, i'm happy to get you an invite)
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wordsbyarwen · 4 months
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Look at this! Look at it! I'm so delighted and honored jdfaslgjfkla
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The first pic doesn't capture the shininess of the paint. This was my first time binding a fanfic or anything really and I made a lot of mistakes, but I learned a lot. The fic is a hicsqueak fic by @troiings and I've read it many times, it's sooooo good and in so glad they were cool with me binding it. Sorry it took so long, I took many breaks lol. Shout to @renegadepublishing and their discord server, everyone was super helpful and knowledgeable.
You can find the fic here:
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wordsbyarwen · 5 months
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It's been eight years to the day since Catherine Cawood came stomping down a set of creaking wooden stairs and into Ann’s life. Eight years since, in a fit of desperation that proved she was stronger than she ever knew, she bodily dragged Catherine out of that same cellar begging her to live. It's fitting, in a way, that the start of the best days of her life should be heralded by the anniversary of the ending of the worst ones.
A work that's been sitting in my drafts for six years now. Very few edits, as it's been 5 years since I've seen the show and would hate to muck up their voices. A little exploration of what a confession might look like, and what the outcome might be. Full offense to that one episode where Ann called Catherine a goddess of truth because that scene started this rigamarole.
I found out while posting this that Ann is now dating [dolphin noises]. Thanks, i hate it!
Fandom: Happy Valley Characters: Catherine, Ann, Nev, Clare Ships: Catherine/Ann WC: ~7800 Rated: strong T Other tags: useless lesbians, age difference,drunken confessions (and hungover chats), found family
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