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How did you feel, praytell
When history around you fell
When they erased the ugly truths
To tell a pretty lie
But we refused to let history die
We know the dangers of burning books
How the smoke from Alexandria looked
So we keep telling history's truth
The ugly and sick, not just the pretty tales
For when history is lost in the past
It is the future that will wail.
you’re a demon that feeds off the fear of others. one day you find yourself hunting after a seemingly helpless little girl. here’s the twist though, she’s completely un-phased by every single thing you try! you’ve tried it all, spiders, scary faces, guts and blood, and you get no reaction out of this little girl! because she’s seemingly scared of absolutely nothing, she’s in constant danger because it seems she doesn’t process fear for basic things. she jay walks, walks around in the dark woods, all the things you’re supposed to understand are dangerous. it’s now your duty to protect this little girl, and figure out what the hell she’s afraid of.
It seemed to be like any other summoning. A group of camp kids making a ridiculous circle they found plans for under the beds. You appear and scream at the kids with your scariest face. Most of the kids run away screaming in terror and you feed on the fear, sweet and soft. You chuckle and are about to return to your realm till you look down and see a young girl, smiling at you. You scream at her again, thinking she’s just frozen with fear, but she just laughs and walks away. This had never happened to you before…. And because of that you decide to follow the lil shit around. Every chance you get you try to scare her. When she’s sleeping you go and scare the adults since you gotta feed after all. You’re following the girl one day when the camp group she’s in cross a road on a hill. The adult with them ushers everyone across the street quickly, but the girl seems to see a shiny rock and stop in the middle of the road. The adult doesn’t seem to notice they’ve lost one until they were a good 50 feet from the road. They turn around as you hear a car horn, a vehicle cresting the hill to suddenly see the child not 10 feet in front of them. The girl looks up at the car and you can feel the terror of all the people around her; the group leader, the car driver, the kids, but not the girl’s. You act without thinking and push her out of the way, the car passing right through you a fraction of a second later. Of course, it didn’t hurt, your form isn’t physical enough for that. As you’re feeding on the fear around you, though, you realize some of it is coming from you. Later that night the girl was put in the solitary room to sleep as punishment. You look at her, smiling at herself as she snuggles into the covers. “Why weren’t you scared?” She laughed a little and spoke quietly, closing her eyes to sleep. “Hospitals aren’t that bad.” “You could have died.” “We all die at some point, so it can’t be too bad.” You didn’t have a reply to that. You had never died and as long as you fed, you never would. “….What do you fear?” “Heh, stick around another 2 weeks and you’ll see.” You growled at that response, but the girl had already fallen fast asleep. You supposed you could stay just 2 weeks. Over the next couple of weeks you and this strange child grew close. She would make you necklaces out of shells she found in the lake, books of leaves, and bring you flowers she thought were nice. You saved her quite a few more times that could have been avoided if she just had a little fear. You learn her name and you tell her the first half of yours. Before long the end of the camp has come, and all the other kids are picked up by their family or family friends. By sunset the girl is the only one left. The last adult is about to leave when they see that she’s still here. “I can drive you home if you like.” The girl shook her head and smiled. “No thanks! My parents just work late, they’ll be here soon!” You could tell that was a lie, but as you were about to tell her off you tasted it. For the first time since you had met this little girl, you taste her fear. It’s hard, and metallic, and tastes like innocent blood. You immediately spit it out and looked worried at this child who doesn’t even fear death. She waves at the camp director until their car is out of sight then sigh and curl up into herself. “You wanted to know what I fear, right? You’ll see soon enough.” Suddenly you felt terrified as well. What was she waiting for that was worse than death? It was nearly midnight when you heard the roar of an old engine pull up and the door slam shut. The girl was fast asleep, so you just watched as a woman stomped over and grabbed the young girl by the hair and pulled her to her feet. “GET UP YOU LITTLE SHIT! IT’S TIME TO GO!” Suddenly you felt terror poor out of the girl as the woman pulled her by the hair to the old car where two men sat waiting. The woman opened the back door and tossed the girl in, had she not moved her leg the woman would have broken it with how hard she slammed it. The girl quickly sat up and stayed close to the door as she looked up in horror at the adults. The man in front was yelling at her for things that weren’t even her fault as the woman yelled at her too, shaking her cigarette ashes back at her daughter. “Be glad your uncle remembered you! Otherwise you would have been in a lot of trouble!! Foster parents don’t tolerate as much of your shit as we do!!” The girl gulped and nodded, but froze when the man in the back leaned over and put a hand a little too high on her leg. “That’s right lil one, uncle Mikey wouldn’t forget his favorite little girl. When we get home, we’ll make up for all the play time we lost these past 4 weeks.” You were disgusted and aghast at the scene before you. You wanted to do something, anything! That’s when you noticed no one was wearing their seat belts. You smirk and when no one is looking you buckle the girl in tight and whisper in her ear. “Do you want me to help you?” At first she was frozen, as if thinking of how you could, but then decides whatever it is would be better than this and nods. You smirk wide and move to the front of the speeding car and look at the 3 adults smirking before revealing your scariest face and screaming at them, causing the man to swerve and go off the road. You quickly move to the girl and do what you had been doing the past 2 weeks, protect her. When the paramedics come the girl is the only one still alive and they say it’s because she was buckled in. Turns out she didn’t have any relatives that were in a position to take her in, so she was put into foster care. After that you don’t see her for a while, you have some important things to take care of. When you finally see your little girl again you’re filling out adoption papers as a Mr. Daemon; a successful, respected, and feared court judge. Your new child sat in the seat next to you smiling brightly, looking much better and happier now. She was still a little fearless, but now she never feared people, for she knew her new father was much scarier than them and would always protect his little camper.
The Law of the Fruit
Description: A retelling of an old Greek myth, but Persephone is a trans male who goes by Perse.
ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15968879
Story: One day after a really bad fight with his mom Perse runs to a dark forest, flowers absentmindedly growing around him. Hades comes up and sees them.
"Excuse me young...."
"I'm a boy....."
"Ah, ok. I'm sorry to bother you young sir, but I've never seen you in these woods before. Handsome men usually avoid this path."
Perse is so surprised because he looks and sounds like a girl, yet this stranger just used the right pronouns without second thought.
Hades sits and talks with Perse for hours that day. A few days later Perse gets into a fight with another god and goes back to the woods where Hades is waiting. Soon he goes to the woods every day, whether he's upset or not. He and Hades grow closer until Demeter sees them walking out of the forest together one day. After that she keeps her child under lock and key, forcing him to wear dresses and have tea with "good suitors" who all refuse to accept he's male.
Hades goes to Zeus for advice, leaving out a name and only saying them/they. Zeus automatically thinks Hades has fallen for some kings daughter or some celibate priestess, and so he tells Hades the best way to win is to kidnap them. Hades takes his brothers advice and dresses up like a suitor for Perse, hiding his godly aura. Once at the table with him he takes Perse's hands and the boys face lights up, knowing its him. Suddenly the ground gapes open and swallows them whole, leaving Demeter scream to give her back her baby girl, but hades cannot, for he stole her son, not her daughter.
In the underworld all the nymphs and monsters welcome Perse as the god he is. Hades welcomes him into his home with open arms, having already prepared a room for him. The room was full of things Perse loved, men's clothing, potions to help his face, and something that made Perse cry. Binding shirts. Hades had made him something he could have only dreamed of before. Perse was so happy here with his love and his dog for the years that came, but the upper world did not have the same fate. Demeter had spent the days, months, and even years after her child was stolen from her looking for them, neglecting her job as goddess of the harvest. When Zeus saw that their people were dying he demanded Hades return Persephone to Demeter. The lovers were distraught, what would they do? They spent months postponing their arrival, searching for a way to stay together, until they did the last thing they could think of. They went to Aphrodite and Eros. Seeing how deeply in love the two were no matter what the other was moved the two gods of love, so Aphrodite reminded them of an ancient law still in place that not even Zeus could counter. The Law of the Fruit.
The next day Hades and Perse arrived at mount Olympus, but Perse was no longer this frail, slouched child, not wanting to meet anyone's eye. He was this tall, strapping man that made even Demeter take a second before crying out.
"PERSEPHONE! Oh my dear sweet daughter Persephone! What has he done to you!?"
Perse did not meet his mothers eyes, looking only straight ahead at Zeus, who was to rule out judgement. Zeus looked at Perse and sighed, as if this whole ordeal was just an annoyance.
"Persephone, you are to return to your mother and never step foot out of her sight, or see Hades, ever again. Is that clear?"
"I can not do that, father."
"And why not?"
"For the past 6 years I have eaten the seed of the fruit of the underworld each day. I have been in the company of the beings who eat the same fruit as well. By ancient law I can not return."
Hades smiled at his love, happy that he truly enjoyed the pomegranates that grew there. Zeus heaved a great sigh as Demeter begged him to change the law, kill Hades, or do ANYTHING for her to be with her baby once again. Zeus mulled over his thoughts before looking at Hades and Perse, contemplating them. Finally he nodded and sat straight in his throne.
"I cannot change ancient law, sister. Nor can I kill Hade's lest I disrupt the balance. I will do this, though. Persephone, you are to spend one month of the year in the underworld for every year you supped on the fruit. For the other 6 months you are to come back to the overworld and aid your mother in spring and summer. Demeter, you are NOT to lock them up or try to stop them from doing as they wish. And just so the mortal do not complain of the 'unfairness' Hades and Persephone are to wed by summers end. That is my judgement and ruling. Now go."
Zeus rose rom his throne and walked away, followed by a Demeter still begging for him to change his mind. Perse and Hades looked at each other, expressions of amazement and joy clear on their face. True to Zeus's ruling the two wed the day before summer's end, but neither wore a dress. Hades Gazed lovingly at his husband, Perse, as they rode in a lovely boat down the Styx to enjoy the first day of their very long honey moon, and their very, very long and loving life as husbands and Kings of the Underworld.
The world sucks But I'm still here So i will face it Without any fear.
2 year anniversary
Two years ago i made this blog as a project in creative writing class. Originally i had planned on deleting it once the school year ended, but then i realised people liked my poems and my stories. It felt amazing for someone to reblog something I created with words. I was never the best at putting words together in a story, they're often all over the place and a bit rough, but people still enjoyed them. I regret to say some of them may never be finished, but I will keep writing, no matter what. Thank you to everyone who follows me (all 18 of you heh) and to everyone who reblogs my work. You people are the reason I still write today. Thank you.
Together
Another Tododeku ficlet (This one takes place in an au where todoroki and midoriya grew up as next door neighbors) Shouto always enjoyed visiting his best friend and neighbor izuku when he was little. Since niether he nor Izu had developed quirks yet shoutos dad allowed them to play together, sometimes even being talked into showing them how to fight like a hero like him. Shouto enjoyed this time alot, spending time with his family and best friend, not a care in the world. Then it all changed. As soon as his power showed shouto was put into more rigorous training, much less time to play, and less time to spend with Izu. When they learned Izu was quirkless it got worse. Shouto was forbidden to see him while his father was around, but luckily his mother enjoyed visiting mrs. Midoriya and would take him with her while his father was away. They would watch all might videos and collect his cards from candy bags. The older shouto got though, the more strict his father was. When his mother got sent away for burning him, it was the last straw. Izu watched helplessly as his best friend pulled into his shell. He hated that he couldn't help. "If only i had a quirk" "if only i were strong enough". Whenever these thoughts entered his head Izu thought about his dream to become a hero. Everytime he would grit his teeth and FIND a way to comfort Shouto, whether it was sneaking into his room at night or mailing him all might merch. As time went on and the boys grew Izuku never stopped trying to cheer his friend up, even when he had burns and bruises from a run in with kacchan, even when he got caught and literally thrown out of the house by endeavor. He even squeezed in time during his 10 month training to cheer him up at nights. Shouto would force himself to smile for Izu, but sometime the boy made him truely happy. During their ua exams they didn't talk or see eachother, so when Izu walks in and Shouto sees him, it takes all his power not to beam at his seemingly quirkless friend. Izu on the other hand rushes over to him and hugs him, more than happy that they both got into class A.
YES
A tododeku ficlet. Shouto and midoriya, who have been dating for a while now, are fighting a villain when midoriya gets stabbed multiple times and falls to the ground, seemingly dead. Shouto looses it and encases the villain in a block of ice. He runs to midoriya and just stares horrified at him. How could he have allowed this. He starts silently crying and when a tear falls on midoriyas face his eyes open a little. "Shou....to?" Shouto gasps and takes his hand. "Izuku! Hang in there! Help is coming!" Midoriya just smiles and pats his face with a bloody hand "shouto. In case i die i need to ask you something..." "what? What is it Izuku?" Midoriya reaches into one of the pouches on his belt and pulls out a black box and hands it to him. When shouto opens it he sees a ring with a diamond on the right, ruby on the left, and an emerald in the middle. "Will you..... marry..... me...." Midoriya passes out again just as paramedics show up. A week later, when he wakes up shouto is right beside him, wearing the ring and has another black box beside his head. Midorya opens it to see a ring with a red and white stone in the shape of a heart. The inside of box had a single word on it. "Yes."
Moana: Selkie, Daughter of Life, Hero to Motunui - Chapter 3
Chapter 1: A New Life Chapter 2: Call to the Water Chapter 3: Blame the Pig Rated: T A/N: A million thanks to nevergiveup0nlife for both being my beta, and not getting mad at my confusion. Work: A few years pass before Moana's eyes as she takes on more and more duties; both as a daughter and the next chief. She still feels the pull of the ocean and the longing to be with her gramma, but she has gotten much better at suppressing the urge. Each day she learned how to delegate jobs. How to handle problems that faced the village. She learned how to fish on a boat, though she was rarely allowed on one; she learned to weave intricate designs onto a tapa mat, and even how to plant and tend to the gardens and groves. Her entire day was filled with learning, but she did get an odd day every now and the. To sit with gramma Tala as she told stories of their past and spoke of nearly forgotten chief. There were many times that Moana caught herself repeating the names and stories while doing her work. Part of her, the part that only thought of being chief, told her they were all just tall tales, not real, but made up. Some days Moana wanted so badly to believe that part of her, but her heart and the part of her that longed to be near the sea and with gramma Tala knew they were true. It was a normal training day for her, walking around the island giving advice and answers to the people who came to her. So far she was doing very well, her father not having to correct her yet. She felt confident, as if she was ready for anything, but that confidence wavered when some villagers came to her, bearing the fruit of diseased coconut trees. Moana thought fast and smart, deciding that they should cut down the diseased trees and plant a new grove in a free area near the village. When she received praise for her decision, she smiled, knowing that at this rate she'd be ready to take her father's place soon. When they went to the fishing ships Moana was confused on why there were no fish, but the concern of a fisherman explained why. "We've fished everywhere in the lagoon, there are no fish. They're all just... gone." The fisherman said, worry in his voice and face, along with the other fishermen. Moana stepped aside, this was something her father had to discuss with the council, not something she could fix with some advice. As she stepped away she turned to the sea, her eyes falling on the line where the reef turned to the open ocean. More than ever she felt the pull of the water, the urge to swim in it, to travel in it. She climbed onto one of the boats, as if wanting to get a closer look. Still staring at the ocean she asked, "Why don't we... go beyond the reef?" The words looked like they had hit Tui with a canoe, but he still had the strength to refuse, "Absolutely not!" "But, there's fish out there!" "We have rules, Moana!" "Old rules! From when there were fish!" Moana's anger was rising with every word, but it was nothing compared to the fear in Tui's heart. "No one is going beyond the reef! ESPECIALLY you!" The emphasis on the word made all the other men look away awkwardly and Moana look hurt. Tui stood his ground for a good half minute of silence before marching back to the village. Moana stood there for another minute then let out an aggravated yell and stomped off. She walked around the island for a bit, avoiding people as much as she could. Then, she felt a soft body against her leg and heard an oink she couldn't help but sigh and kneel down to pet Pua. She walked a bit more, until she came to the shore once again. She looked at a sole boat sitting there, taunting her against the waves. She kept telling herself no, telling herself to go back, but when Pua brought her the oar she couldn't refuse. She picked up the young pig, oar and all, and put him on the boat. Using all her strength Moana pushed the canoe out onto the waves and hopped on. Being on the water felt so right, as if it was what she was born for. She smiled as they passed the first wave, water spraying over them, as if happily greeting them. Sadly it was not. No sooner than she had crossed the first wave that the wind picked up, forcing her sails sideways. Her boat turned, a wave hitting them from the side, sending Pua over the side. Reaching, she decided to try and grab him before another wave hit the ship, knocking Moana off and flipped the canoe. Moana sunk to the bottom of the reef like a rock, not able to swim no matter how hard she tried. Even when she hit her foot on a hard piece of gravel. Whenever she tried to stand the wave currents would knock her back down. Right when she was about to run out of air the back of her neck began to burn and the currents started to help her, lifting her to the surface so she wouldn't completely drown, pushing her to the shore. When Moana got to a place where she could run underwater and still breath she took over, pushing and tripping her way to the dry sand. Once on dry land she started coughing up water, the burning on her neck stopping. She looked up to see Pua run away from the oar, then heard a calm familiar voice, "Whatever just happened, blame the pig." Moana gasped and jumped up, hiding the sore on her foot behind her. That didn't stop gramma Tala from reaching out with her cane and pulling the foot out from under her, inspecting the bruise. Moana gave a worried look, but Tala simply smiled and put a finger to her lips, promising to stay quiet about it. With that off her mind Moana had time to look around at the damage. She frowned and sighed, looking up at the mountain as she spoke, "It's time I put my stone on the mountain." Tala gave her a good hard look before smiling and shrugging in a reply, "Okay!" The easiness of the answer took Moana by surprise, "Wait, you aren't going to try and convince me not to?" "You said that's what you wanted, so I won't stop you." "But... I nearly drowned! I couldn't swim in the ocean! I swim fine in the bathing pond! What aren't you telling me?" Tala gave Moana a look that made her feel naked then smiled a bit, "What do you want to know?" Moana blinked. There was so much she wanted to know, so much that she didn't know where to start. Before she could answer Tala began into the trees, motioning for Moana to follow. Moana looked at Tala and soon followed. Now was not the time for fear, now was the time for finding out her past.
✍ Finally, an ask-meme for writers! ✍
01: When did you first start writing?
02: What was your favorite book growing up?
03: Are you an avid reader?
04: Have you ever thrown a book across the room?
05: Did you take writing courses in school/college?
06: Have you read any writing-advice books?
07: Have you ever been part of a critique group?
08: What’s the best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten?
09: What’s the worst piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten?
10: What’s your biggest writer pet-peeve?
11: What’s your favorite book cover?
12: Who is your favorite author?
13: What’s your favorite writing quote?
14: What’s your favorite writing blog? c;
15: What would you say has inspired you the most?
16: How do you feel about movies based on books?
17: Would you like your books to be turned into TV shows, movies, video games, or none?
18: How do you feel about love triangles?
19: Do you prefer writing on a computer or longhand?
20: What’s your favorite writing program?
21: Do you outline?
22: Do you start with characters or plot?
23: What’s your favorite & least favorite part of making characters?
24: What’s your favorite & least favorite part of plotting?
25: What advice would you give to young writers?
26: Which do you enjoy reading the most: physical, ebook, or both?
27: Which is your favorite genre to write?
28: Which do you find hardest: the beginning, the middle, or the end?
29: Which do you find easiest: writing or editing?
30: Have you ever written fan-fiction?
31: Have you ever been published?
32: How do you feel about friends and close relatives reading your work?
33: Are you interested in having your work published?
34: Describe your writing space.
35: What’s your favorite time of day for writing?
36: Do you listen to music when you write?
37: What’s your oldest WIP?
38: What’s your current WIP?
39: What’s the weirdest story idea you’ve ever had?
40: Which is your favorite original character, and why?
41: What do you do when characters don’t follow the outline?
42: Do you enjoy making your characters suffer?
43: Have you ever killed a main character?
44: What’s the weirdest character concept you’ve ever come up with?
45: What’s your favorite character name?
46: Describe your perfect writing space.
47: If you could steal one character from another author and make then yours, who would it be and why?
48: If you could write the next book of any series, which one would it be, and what would you make the book about?
49: If you could write a collaboration with another author, who would it be and what would you write about?
50: If you could live in any fictional world, which would it be?
Moana: Selkie, Daughter of Life, Hero to Montinui - Chapter 2
Chapter 1: A New Life Chapter 2: Call to the Water
Rated: T A/N: special thanks to @nevergiveup0nlife for betaing this chapter!
Work:
As Moana grew the village taught her and the other children their history and ways. Her favorite times were always the story times with gramma Tala when she would tell ancient tales of monsters and glory. While the other children cried and cowered at the stories of the vicious beasts and gruesome deaths; Moana cheered for the hero and laughed when they always won. Her favorite ones were ones that held prophecy, feeling that one day, SHE might fulfill them. After all the storytimes young Moana would go to the shore to gather things she thought were neat, her favorite being shells, though she wasn’t allowed to go too close to the water. After one particular story about the prophecy of Te Fiti, it ended with her dad getting tackled by frightened children. Moana noticed the sparkling water and left the hut to go look for shells. The water seemed to call to her, so she followed the call to a shell about to be washed away. Right as she was about to pick up the shell she heard a bird’s squawk and turned to see the birds attempting to attack a small baby sea turtle. Moana looked between the sea turtle and the shell as it drifted back to sea before running to the trees; grabbing a large palm leaf from one of the shorter trees and ran back to the shore. She decided to use the leaf to cover the baby turtle as it made its way to the ocean, shooing away any birds that land nearby.
When they finally made it to the water Moana smiled and waved bye to the little turtle, and was about to turn back to the village when she noticed the tide move to show the pretty shell she had wanted before she saw the turtle. She smiled and picked it up, leading to the water pulling back more to reveal another shell. This little game continued until Moana looked up and saw an adult turtle and the little one she saved behind a wall of water. As she stared, the water dipped and turned into a smooth, still wave above her head. She cocked her head in question and it did the same, coming down, ruffling her hair and twisting it. Soon Moana turned to the village, hearing the calls of her father. The ocean ruffled her hair flat again and surfed her to the shore on a bit of driftwood. When Tui came out of the trees to see his daughter soaked he got scared, thinking that she had tried to swim. He scooped the little girl into his arms and ran to their house where he hurried to dry her off with some fabric before checking her all over, sighing when he saw nothing out of the ordinary. Moana had no clue what was going on, only that this was not the first time. In reality, her father was scared she would grow a selkie cloak if she was in the sea for too long, then what was keeping her from leaving the village to live with her own kind. He smiled at his perfect little girl and tickled her, earning a sweet giggle. He knew they would have to be more careful from now on, keeping her from the ocean would be hard considering where they lived.
For the rest of Moana’s life her parents were always pulling her away from the water, even from the fishing boats. They acted terrified whenever she tripped into the tide, rushing her home to dry her off. She wondered why they acted so only with her, but after a while she decided it was because she was the chief’s only child and the first child after years of none. She did manage to escape their sights as she grew older, always running to her gramma by the sea shore. They would always find her and pull her back to the village though, saying they were teaching her things she would need to know for when she becomes chief. Just like when she was little she enjoyed time with her gramma more than anything. That is till one day, her gramma had been trying to sneak Moana to the ocean so she could try to swim, but was stopped by her father.
“Dad! I was just looking, I wasn’t going to get in. Promise.” Moana spoke with a smile that betrayed the truth.
Tui gave his mother a look, but she simply shrugged her shoulders. With a sigh Tui lead Moana away, saying he needed to show her something. They walked for sometime, up the mountain at the center of her island, to the highest point of Montinui. She saw the stack of rocks at the top and gave her father a questioning look.
Tui walked over to the stack and put a hand on the top as he began talking, “When we become chief we add a stone to the top of the peak, raising the island, just like my father before me, and his father before him, and every chief since the beginning of Montinui. One day you will put your stone here as well, raising both the island and your people with you.”
Moana stared at the stack, this was their mark; the mark of all the chiefs before her. She wanted to make them proud. She wanted to make her father proud. After that day she threw herself into her duties, spending less and less time near the water. She worked harder each day to prove herself not only to herself, but to her people.
She WOULD be the chief Montinui deserved and make her ancestors proud.
Chapter 3: Blame the Pig
Moana: Selkie, Daughter of Life, Hero to Montinui
Rating: T
Preveiw: Moana AU where she’s a selkie, maui is a demigod merman, and Te Fiti is a water and life goddess.
Moana remembered little from her infancy, but she did remember one thing, the ocean, so why wouldn’t her parents let her go?
A/N: based on @v8roadworrier ’s AU. Thanks to @zabchan for discussing it with me.
Work: Tui and Sina Waialiki had been trying for so long for a child. Not only did their village need a future cheif, but they wanted a child to love and care for. They had gone as far as to ask Tui’s mother to try an old, ridiculous fertility dance for them. Nothing worked. At last Sina became pregnant, the village had a huge celebration and showered them both with gifts and blessings. Sadly it was not meant to be, for a month later Tui woke up to find his wife crying, covered in blood and clutching her stomach. All was lost in their hope and glee.
Below the waves and far away the people of the sea were having similar troubles. The merpeople and the selkies could not conceive with ease, and then the mother would usually die during the birth. One young selkie had recently lost her first battle to become a mother, and was drifting in the ocean. She prayed to the gods to grant her a child and was about to swim home when an oddly places current grabbed her and swept her away, deep under the waves. She tried to fight it, but it pulled her this way and that, finally depositing her in an underwater cave. She quickly swan up to and air pocket and gasped for air, she looked around and then noticed on the dry part of the cave there was a stone glowing blue. The woman crawled out of the water, her body shrinking into her human form, she got closer and looked at the stone, noticing the markings on it immediately. They were the markings of the goddess of water and life, the heart of Tefiti. The woman couldn’t believe her eyes, had the ocean carried her here to find this? She gently picked up the stone and held it in her hands, it felt like how she imagined holding life would. She quickly tied it to her cloak where it would be over her stomach while she was a seal. She left the cave and let the ocean carry her away. Quite a few months later the woman gave birth to a beautiful baby girl with a small blue mark on the back of her neck, the mark of Tefiti. In honor to what gave her this child the mother named her Moana. It was the happiest day of her life, but it was not to last. The monsters of the ocean sensed the birth of her daughter and knew that she had the heart. They attacked her. She tried to run from them, tried swimming away, but they didn’t stop and soon she was covered in deep cuts and gouges and was close to dying. Doing her a second favor the Ocean carried her away, faster than any monster.
It was only a month since Tui and Sina had lost hope, but Tala was still trying, praying and wishing for them to give them a child and her a grandchild. She was walking the beach, looking for a place to pray when she saw something dark on the beach. When she walked closer she saw it was a seal, and it was bleeding. She ran to it, getting the attention of a nearby man who was collecting coconuts. He followed Tala to the injured creature, tala trying to sooth it, but before their eyes it turned into a woman with a baby clutched to her chest. The man gasped and ran, yelling back that he was going to get the chief. Tala stayed with the woman, trying to stop the blood. The woman held out her hand to Tala and the old woman gasped, staring at the heart of Tefiti.
The selkie woman smiled weakly and pulled her cloak off as she spoke hoarsely, “Take the heart. Take my cloak. Protect my child till she is ready. Ready for her future. For her destiny.”
Tala nodded and took both items holding them close as her son and daughter in law came running to them. The woman smiled weakly at them as well and held out her child. Sina came close and took the baby, holding her close to the mother.
“Moana. My Moana. I love you so much my miracle. Take care of her. She is a gift from the gods. She’s yours now…. my bundle… of…life.” With her final word the mother let her own life slip and the group watched as she died and turned to sand.
Sina was pulled from her sadness and horror by movement and cries from the child in her arms. She rocked and calmed the little girl as Tui came close and looked at them. Sina looked up hopefully at Tui and he nodded happily, his smile growing wide. Sina smiled as well and began crying, hugging her new child tight as they walked back to the village. The village welcomed the new chief to be happily and gleefully. She was the only child they had had on their island for a few years, but that soon changed as more women became mothers. Tui and Sina tried as well, but still could not conceive. They were dismayed, but it was washed away soon by their daughters happy laughter as her grandmother played with her. She may not be their blood but she was theirs, Moana Waialiki, future chief of Montinui.
Chapter 2: Call to the Water
Chapter 3: Blame the Pig
Every writer on Tumblr: “I would combust out of love if someone ever drew fanart of my fic!!” Me: “oh man I wanna draw this scene BUT THEY WOULD PROBABLY HATE IT AND HATE ME FOR THE NERVE”
Dear artists.
We, the writers, will accept any of your fan arts.
We don’t care if it looks like shit to you, or you think your art skills are not good enough.
We will love any fan art, because it’s the most beautiful way to say “I love what you write”.
listen
i have literally cried from joy every time someone has given me art for something i’ve written
every
time
This is the truest post on tumblr
Imagine in the percy jackson universe if a grown son of Hades and a grown daughter of Persephone (or vise versa) go on a dangerous quest togetjer, protecting an enchanted basket with them. Finally they reach their destination, the home of their parents. In the traditional way the two gods ask what they want, gold, glory, stars? The two shake their heads in refusal, so Hades asks what they want then, and the guy pulls something out of the basket and cradles it. "We just thought you two might like to meet your grandchild. They are very cute and we need a babysitters for the month of January." Since the rules never said anything about grandchildren they reluctantly agree. So this little kid grows up in literal hell for one month a year while their parent's are on "business trips" and to say the least they know exactly how to get scarring revenge on bullies.
Inspired by @monconauthor‘s fanfic
Flower in Bloom (chapter 1)
Fandom: Trolls . The trolls find a baby and decide to take it in, despite some… differences. . Rating: G . . . .
It was a night with one of the worst storms anyone had seen, bergen or troll. It shook the trees and houses and tries to blow out windows. That night the storm stole something from bergen town and washed it down stream till it was extremely close to the troll tree. During the storm all the trolls huddled into a hollowed out part of the tree, holding down for till morning came and blew away the storm. Once king peppy let all the trolls go Brach ran to check the damage on the bunker he had been digging out. Half way there he saw a strange thing wrapped in old muddy clothe move, which scared the bejebus out of him. He ran back to the trolls and ran to king peppy.
“King Peppy! Thing! Clothe! Move!” Branch was so scared that he could barely make words, but living with his daughter made him fluent in incomprehensible babble.
King Peppy and a few older trolls followed Branch back to what he had found, of course they were followed by a toddler poppy. When everyone saw the strange bundle sitting still they were about to unwrap it when it started moving again. This time some noises came from it, which any troll parent recognized as the gurgles of a baby. They walked a bit closer and used their hair to move the clothe away from the child. They all gasped when they saw a very small bergen, Branch even ran and hid behind king peppy. The baby held a yellow and orange flower in it’s hand and was chewing on one of it’s petal with the single barely visable tooth it had. Poppy smiled and skipped closer, ignoring her father’s calls, and laid her hand’s on the baby’s hand, still holding the flower.
“Marigold!” Poppy smiled and looked back at her father, as if checking to see if she called the flower the right name.
What happened next surprise everyone except Poppy, who still hadn’t been told of the bergens. The baby giggled. Everyone was looking at it with gaping mouths while Poppy smiled at the baby and tickled it’s hand, which led to them both being in a giggle fit. When Poppy stopped the baby went back to chewing on the marigold, a huge grin on it’s face. Everyone was amazed, a baby was happy after last night, a baby BERGEN was happy. A million thoughts ran through King Peppy’s head. He half wanted to take the baby back, but what would happen to it’s happiness? What would happen to Poppy’s, who had become quick friends with the infant? He took a deep breath and walked over to the baby and Poppy. He put a hand on his daughter’s shoulder and pulled Branch from under his cape. Branch still looked scared of the baby, but seeing it’s singular tooth calmed him a little. King Peppy smiled and nodded, as if agreeing with something.
“Come along everyone, we need to get our newest child to the village. Welcome to the family, Marigold.” He placed a hand on the baby’s, earning him a happy gurgle.
. . . Chapter 2: http://monconauthor.tumblr.com/post/153893470324/flower-in-bloom-chapter-2
Flower in Bloom (chapter 2)
Chapter 1: http://monconauthor.tumblr.com/post/153806451894/flower-in-bloom-chapter-1 . . . At first the village was a bit scared of the child carried into the square by the adult's hair. King Peppy had expected that, after all she was a bergen. To get everyone accustomed to her he decided to sit beside her while the braver ones came to meet her. Poppy of course was having fun running all over and bringing Marigold things and people Poppy liked. It all caused the baby to laugh and gurgle more, a huge one tooth smile on her face. By noon most of the village was playing with her and helping King Peppy watch over her. Branch was still a bit cautious of her, but that was understandable for him. Around 2 there was a loud rumble that made everyone freeze and look up at the sky, but the sky was clear. They heard it again and then heard a whimper from Marigold. It took the parents only a few seconds to realize what was going on. One of the moms hugged her side and rubbed where her hands touched, "Poor baby, probably hasn't had any food since yesterday. Do we still have that failed soup from yesterday?" A few of the trolls nodded and ran to go get the pot. A few more found a branch and worked together to make a spoon that would be big enough for Marigold. To keep her from crying the kids were singing to her and playing peek-a-boo. After about an hour the spoon was ready and the soup heated. Some trolls sat her up and leaned her against a tree. She clapped as babies do when they see food. They took turns feeding her till she was full, at which point she let out a burp. She was so full, apparently, that she fell asleep soon after. They set up rotations to watch her while the rest went about their life. She slept for a few hours and would have probably slept more if a impromptu party hadn't woke her. When she fully woke she saw the trolls a bit away from her partying and wanted to join in the noise. She began clapping with the beat and laughing. Hearing the odd percussion the trolls stoped for a minute and looked at her. She was still clapping and smiling. The trolls smiled back and began partying again, stronger than before. They had a feeling they'd love her just as if she were a troll.
Flower in Bloom (chapter 1)
Fandom: Trolls . The trolls find a baby and decide to take it in, despite some… differences. . Rating: G . . . .
It was a night with one of the worst storms anyone had seen, bergen or troll. It shook the trees and houses and tries to blow out windows. That night the storm stole something from bergen town and washed it down stream till it was extremely close to the troll tree. During the storm all the trolls huddled into a hollowed out part of the tree, holding down for till morning came and blew away the storm. Once king peppy let all the trolls go Brach ran to check the damage on the bunker he had been digging out. Half way there he saw a strange thing wrapped in old muddy clothe move, which scared the bejebus out of him. He ran back to the trolls and ran to king peppy.
“King Peppy! Thing! Clothe! Move!” Branch was so scared that he could barely make words, but living with his daughter made him fluent in incomprehensible babble.
King Peppy and a few older trolls followed Branch back to what he had found, of course they were followed by a toddler poppy. When everyone saw the strange bundle sitting still they were about to unwrap it when it started moving again. This time some noises came from it, which any troll parent recognized as the gurgles of a baby. They walked a bit closer and used their hair to move the clothe away from the child. They all gasped when they saw a very small bergen, Branch even ran and hid behind king peppy. The baby held a yellow and orange flower in it’s hand and was chewing on one of it’s petal with the single barely visable tooth it had. Poppy smiled and skipped closer, ignoring her father’s calls, and laid her hand’s on the baby’s hand, still holding the flower.
“Marigold!” Poppy smiled and looked back at her father, as if checking to see if she called the flower the right name.
What happened next surprise everyone except Poppy, who still hadn’t been told of the bergens. The baby giggled. Everyone was looking at it with gaping mouths while Poppy smiled at the baby and tickled it’s hand, which led to them both being in a giggle fit. When Poppy stopped the baby went back to chewing on the marigold, a huge grin on it’s face. Everyone was amazed, a baby was happy after last night, a baby BERGEN was happy. A million thoughts ran through King Peppy’s head. He half wanted to take the baby back, but what would happen to it’s happiness? What would happen to Poppy’s, who had become quick friends with the infant? He took a deep breath and walked over to the baby and Poppy. He put a hand on his daughter’s shoulder and pulled Branch from under his cape. Branch still looked scared of the baby, but seeing it’s singular tooth calmed him a little. King Peppy smiled and nodded, as if agreeing with something.
“Come along everyone, we need to get our newest child to the village. Welcome to the family, Marigold.” He placed a hand on the baby’s, earning him a happy gurgle.
. . . Chapter 2: http://monconauthor.tumblr.com/post/153893470324/flower-in-bloom-chapter-2
