anyway, hello, my name is athena areia, as you can see.
i use she/her pronouns.
bisexual
a little bit socially inept, a little bit awkward sometimes, in desperate need of an ornate, sharp dagger, problems might be fixed by getting a cat
i post very random things, but have mostly created this as a platform where i yap about all my fanfics and fandoms.
fandoms: percy jackson (specifically fempercy and perpollo, which is very obvious from all my fics), marvel, six of crows, a good girl's guide to murder, the targaryen and stark families in general (i frankly don't care about any other character in westeros), shah rukh khan (obsessed. that's all), and harry potter (although, fuck jkr, and i also believe a lot of the stuff in the books could be better, but i've had a hyperfixation since i was nine and it can't be helped. i prefer femharry, have black family brainrot, and live with the mantra 'sirius is alive'.)
if you comment on my fics i will love you forever
i give hugs. all the time. basically the embodiment of 'i'm olaf, and i like warm hugs'.
any sort of homophobia, transphobia, racism, general assholery, etc, will not be tolerated.
katniss: everyone’s so focused on protecting peeta because they too know how pure hearted he is and believe that he—a boy they’ve never even met before—deserves to survive over them and their friends of literal decades
finnick, to literally everyone else: okay if peeta dies she’s gonna kill all of us and then herself, so hands in, protect bread boy on three-
Tune in next time for: Are these menstrual cramps? Am I pregnant? Is it just gas? I wouldn’t have to ask these questions if I didn’t have a damn uterus
Y'all are forgetting the all-time classic: Is it just my period or is my appendix about to burst? Some nice tea and a heatpack or 911 and emergency surgery?
Place your hand over the pain, press down slightly and release. If the pain doesn’t change by any great margin, you’re fine. If it suddenly becomes some painful you can barely stand, Get thee to an Emergency Room
I AM WRITING A FANFIC BUT I AM STUUUUCK, ANY GOOD TIPS???
skip to the next scenes. leave the one you’re stuck at blank for now.
or write whatever comes to your mind. don’t overthink it. even if you think it’s “bad or messy”, just write it bad and messy. remember that you can always edit it later.
take a break. clear your mind. then come back to it later.
discuss your ideas with your friends. maybe they can help you come up with something.
or if you’re not comfortable talking to anyone, just talk to yourself in your head about the fic. literally. pretend like you’re talking to someone you’re comfortable with (it can even be the character you’re writing about). you might be surprised how ideas in your brain can be unlocked this way.
if you've been writing along at a pretty good clip and then hit a scene or part of a scene that is just fighting you, you can't make it flow, the dialogue isn't dialogueing, it just isn't working...
99% of the time that's your brain telling you that you don't really need that scene.
many things about the chronicles of Narnia made me irrevocably insane at the small age of six years old but one of the big ones was the bit in prince Caspian where caspian blows susan's horn to try and summon help and it summons the pevensie kids like. that's crazy ok. that's insane. imagine at 12 years old you're given a horn thats purpose is basically summoning divine intervention & then years later someone blows it and summons YOU . I'm crazy !
“i am a monument to all your sins” is such a fucking raw line for a villain it’s amazing that it came from halo, a modernish video game, and not some classical text or mythos
#discovering that the profound is lurking behind the absurd#just waiting for the chance to peek through like sunlight through the clouds#is one of the best things in life once you start to notice it
this is a beautiful way to put it and i’m gonna cry abt it
Ahem @bettinalevyisdetermined could you please do a video with this?
also “you’re not brave, you’ve merely forgotten the fear of death. Allow me to reacquaint you.” Is the rawest line and it’s from dominus ghaul from destiny 2’s vanilla story when it first released.
“Spare me this mockery of justice!”
(A few minutes later, a with a different character)
“Silence! Or you shall be held in contempt of court!”
“I have nothing *but* contempt for this court!”
The Transformers: The Movie (1986)
“For every kid that dreams up the electric lightbulb, there’s one who dreams up the atom bomb.” - Mr. Electric, The Adventures of Sharkboy And Lavagirl (2005).
“The world should have protected you, but instead you have been asked to protect it. What an honor; what an injustice.” - Brain Murphy, NADDPOD
“In the same way that your heart feels and your mind thinks, you, mortal beings, are the instrument by which the universe cares. If you choose to care, then the universe cares.” - Brennan Lee Mulligan, Dimension 20
in honor of some very good news happening this week and studying going well for a national test, have a treat
i know im making you guys wait after the really long mental health hiatus but i promise you guys, i am working on the fic in little chunks as a reward for doing well on my practice tests and case studies
Athenide Snippet!
Content Warning: my tiktok trying to give me baby fever, birth mention, vague post partum depression mention
Dionysus was worried about what he would see.
He had heard from his nymphs who heard from the dryads who heard from the naiads who heard from the Nereids that Triton had rushed to the Twins.
He scarcely believed it but then he saw his uncle, the man who was more of a grandfather to him, confront Hera and Εileithyia about his mother’s labor; when it was revealed that they were not the cause of Dionysus’ mother’s pain… well, Dionysus knew fear and the way it drew a mortal to insanity.
Then the Morai showed up.
Whispers spread like wildfire.
Olympus was terrified.
The seas were still.
Mortals prayed and sacrificed for protection, for forgiveness, for whatever they had done to displease the gods.
Athena, for the first time in centuries, was allowed into the sea.
The gods were nervous.
Even Zeus was worried for his grandchild.
If Hera and Eileithyia were pale and refused to speak of the birth…
Dionysus knew he was spiraling.
He knew as the god of madness where this line of thought was heading was bad for his psyche.
He knew he should just suck it up and go to his grandf- to Poseidon and ask to see his mother.
He had done it before, he could do it again.
He could-
“Dionysus?”
Dionysus looked up and saw Apollo, exhausted eyes darkened by what happened during the birth, smiling despite it all.
“Mother-”
“She’s alright. She is recovering well. Would you like to see her and meet the baby?” Apollo asked, gently.
Dionysus couldn’t speak, only nod.
At that moment, he wasn’t a god; he was just a young boy who wanted his mother.
Apollo took his hand and led the now child-like god of wine and madness down to the seas.
Dionysus couldn’t focus on his sea family nor on Athena having an awkward conversation with Rhodes about scholars.
No.
Not when Apollo opened pearl encrusted doors to reveal Loyalty’s personal royal apartments; sea blues and greens decorated the place with bioluminescent algae and pearls serving as lighting. Dionysus could see all the crafts the demigods had made for her at the camp and the toys children sacrificed for their sailor father’s safe return in places of honor.
Though the reception room to the inner bedroom laid his mother after what must have been the worst pregnancy and birth if rumor was correct.
Dionysus froze in place.
“Dio?” Apollo knelt down.
“Do you promise she’s okay?” Dionysus asked.
“I promise. I swore I would heal her and ease the birth, and that is done and over with. I swore I would help her heal after the birth, and she is making great progress.” Apollo said.
“Did… does she still love me even though she didn’t carry me?” Dionysus asked.
“I promise you this, Dionysus: your mother loves you very much. It doesn’t matter if you were born of her or not, you are her child because she chose you and she kept choosing you every day since. You are Perseleia’s child Dionysus. No one can take that away from you.” Apollo assured him. “Now, are you ready to meet your little brother?”
Dionysus nodded and allowed the god who was more of a father to him than a brother to lead him into his mother’s room.
His mother looked exhausted; Dionysus could see the fractures in her mind and in her psyche where madness threatened to slip through and as he made his way to her side, the cracks started to suture close. He wouldn’t let his mother suffer anymore than she already had.
“Dionysus, meet your baby brother. This is Asclepius.” His mother’s smile was tired but her eyes were shiny.
Asklêpios.
To cut open.
That was why Hera and Eileithyia were horrified!
That was why the Morai showed up on Olympus!
That was what happened to his mother!
The birth had gone wrong… that is the only explanation as to why Apollo would have had to cut his mother open!
Dionysus looked at his mother in horror but she only laughed softly as she held out the bundle of blankets in her arms to him.
Dionysus painstakingly tore his gaze from his mother to the infant before him.
He was small.
He was unimpressive.
The baby looked like a deformed vegetable if he were being honest.
“I know he may not look like much now, but he will eventually become a great healer. Even surpassing his father.” His mother said; did she ever prophesize over Dionysus when he was younger?
Dionysus reached a pudgy, child-like finger towards the infant and stroked his nose.
“I’m your big brother. I’ll protect you. I promise.” Dionysus swore.
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Dionysus placed the leopard stuffed animal next to his sleeping brother’s body.
Asclepius knew better than to use the Physician’s Cure to bring back the dead… Dionysus couldn’t fault him for using it on their mother’s dead ringer.
also the dionysus pov is just mwah. he's such a good boy who loves his mom and his brother. i love this snippet so much. and the end????? AKFADYYAHRVR!!! beautiful.
fran having to deal with figuring out her sexuality, questioning herself as a woman bc of her infertility issues, suddenly losing her husband, finally falling pregnant just to lose her child too, being stripped of her titles, and watching the only person that understands her grief run away from her.. im
