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Lesbian ask game part 2

People liked my other one so much I thought I should make another

1. Wake her up with kisses lesbian or play with her hair while you wait for her to wake up lesbian

2. X files lesbian or twin peaks lesbian

3. Pit Bull lesbian or corgi lesbian

4. Sweet tooth lesbian or saturates-everything-in-hot sauce lesbian

5. Sunflower lesbian or white lily lesbian

6. Rose gold lesbian or white gold lesbian

7. Dunkin’ donuts/Starbucks lesbian or strictly local cafe lesbian

8. Sunrise lesbian or sunset lesbian

9. Emily Dickinson lesbian or maya Angelou lesbian

10. Dark sexy ball gown or cute bright ball gown lesbian

11. Strawberry lesbian or watermelon lesbian

12. High waisted shorts lesbian or loose rolled up jeans lesbian

13. 60s chic lesbian or 60s hippie lesbian

14. Band lesbian or orchestra lesbian

15. Choir lesbian or garage band lesbian

16. Twirl her around lesbian or get twirled lesbian

17. Sit com lesbian or artsy independent dramatic romance film from France lesbian

18. Bicycle lesbian or bus lesbian

19. Jelly fish lesbian or dolphin lesbian

20. Biology lesbian or physics lesbian

21. Studio Ghibli lesbian or Cartoon Network lesbian

22. Take the spider outside lesbian or scream at her to take the spider outside lesbian

23. Serena Williams lesbian or Ronda Rousey lesbian

24. Prismacolor lesbian or faber castell lesbian

25. “Campers are for the weak” lesbian or “I will die before sleeping on the ground” lesbian

26. Calling every female character they see their girlfriend lesbian or “Dana Scully isn’t your girlfriend, I am” lesbian

27. Roller skate lesbian or ice skate lesbian

28. “Christmas carols are dumb and over played” lesbian or belting out all I want for Christmas is you at the top of their lungs lesbian

29. Buy her something lesbian or make her something lesbian

30. Cherry mojitos lesbian or cherry flavored vodka lesbian

31. Write her poems lesbian or bake her cookies lesbian

32. Tummy kisses lesbian or thigh kisses lesbian

33. I’ll fight anyone that makes my girl cry lesbian or I’ll psychologically destroy anyone that makes my girl cry lesbian

34. Fall asleep in her arms lesbian or rub her back until she falls asleep in your arms lesbian

35. Floral pattern lesbian or tie dye lesbian

36. Snake lesbian or frog lesbian

37. Send her memes lesbian or “if you call me the rarest Pepe one more time I swear to god”

38. Star Wars lesbian or lord of the rings lesbian

39. Spice girls lesbian or 5th harmony lesbian

40. Pink hair lesbian or blue hair lesbian

41. Maple syrup lesbian or berry syrup lesbian

42. Vinyl lesbian or cassette lesbian

43. Paris lesbian or Amsterdam lesbian

44. Jazz lesbian or swing lesbian

45. Pin stripes lesbian or plaid lesbian

46. Mini golf date lesbian or bowling date lesbian

47. D E S T R O Y her at Mario kart lesbian or let her win lesbian

48. Pullover hoodie lesbian or zip up hoodie lesbian

49. Band tshirt lesbian or fandom tshirt lesbian

50. Love her with your entire heart lesbian or lover her with your entire soul lesbian

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fictionandmusic  asked:

wow your writing in the gods and monsters series is amazing! i've always loved greek myths and you bring them to life and add a different twist that makes it better than anything i've ever read about mythology!! if you have time, could you do a continuation of the Hades and Kore story? Kore/Persephone is one of my fav goddesses and i can't wait to see where you take her story!

(continuation of: x, x)

The first time Kore throws herself into the River Styx, she is reckless and stubborn and feels like she has so little left to lose, only an overbearing mother she yearns to escape.

The first time Kore throws herself into the River Styx, she fights and swims and survives. She is picked up on the shore and carried to safety in Hades’s arms.

The second time Kore throws herself into the River Styx, she is reckless and stubborn and feels like she has everything to lose. She lets the water take her, and she drowns.

The second time Kore throws herself into the River Styx, it kills her.

~

Kore wakes up after falling unconscious while being carried by the King of the Underworld. Her skin is fully healed, no longer blistering and burning. She’s naked under the soft blankets, but she was naked when she dove into the river, so she’s not too worried about it.

“I didn’t know you were a goddess,” someone says, and she turns her head to see a little girl sitting by her bedside with black skin and grey eyes and hair. She’s glaring at her, “I wouldn’t have tried to kill you if I’d known. You shouldn’t touch my water – it’s not good for you. It will kill you. It does not care what you are.”

“It did not kill Achilles,” Kore says, pushing herself up so the blanket falls to her waist.

The young Lady Styx huffs and gets to her feet, pushing open the long wardrobe on the other side of the room. “It did, actually. What my river takes, it keeps.” Kore raises an eyebrow. Styx doesn’t explain further, only places a dark blue gown on the bed. “Hecate put some of her old things in here for you. She’s taller and thinner than you are. But you are a goddess. You can make it work.”

“I can,” Kore agrees, amused. She pushes herself out of bed, and her hair falls into her face.

Her hair has been a dark brown her whole life.

She strides over to the wardrobe and pulls it open, starring at herself in the mirror.

Her hair has turned pure, snowy white. The hair on her head of course, but the rest of it too. Her eyebrows, the light hair on her arms and legs, going down her navel, the hair between her legs – all of it white.

“You’re lucky nothing worse happened,” Styx scolds. “My river usually does much worse than that.”

Kore touches one of her new, pale eyebrows. “That is an excellent point, Lady Styx.”

With some clever magic, Kore pulls on the now perfectly fitting gown. Hecate doesn’t tend to bother with them, only dresses up if there’s some sort of celebration that requires her attendance – something that hasn’t happened in a long time, ever since she irritated Zeus and Poseidon to the point that they called for her head on a spike. The gown is old, even by their standards, but its beautifully crafted, stars plucked from the heavens and sewn into the bodice, waves from the seven seas curling around the long skirt. “This is very valuable,” she says, “Is Hecate sure she would like me to have it?”

Styx shrugs, “She said it was a young woman’s dress, and however she may look, she’s not a young woman any more. It’s my favorite dress of hers – I was quite cross that she gave it to you, but I did almost kill you. So I suppose that’s fair enough.”

“Ah,” Kore says, not quite sure how to respond to that. “I see.”

Styx grins at her and grabs her hand. The child goddess’s skin is freezing to the touch, but Kore doesn’t flinch back out of fear of being rude. “Come with me now. Hades wants to see you.”

The girl leads her through the twisting hallways to a polished wooden door. It’s not the throne room, where Kore thought that the girl would take her. She’s seen the grand inner chambers of Poseidon and Zeus’s homes before, of the lesser gods even, and Kore braces herself for something just as grandiose and intimidating.

Styx opens the door and pushes her inside before vanishing.

Kore blinks and looks around.

The room is smaller than she expected. It’s lined with shelves packed with scrolls, and mounted on the opposite wall is large map that’s constantly shifting and changing, and it take her almost a full minute of looking at it to realize it’s a map of the underworld.

“You’re looking better.”

Kore’s eyes snap down, and it’s only then that she notices the figure of Hades, King of the Underworld, hunched over his desk. His hair pulled in messy low ponytail, and there are dark bags under his eyes. He’s in a simple black chiffon, one no more presumptuous than any mortal noble would wear. He’s the most unassuming, unremarkable thing in already unassuming, unremarkable room.

Suddenly, she feels over-dressed.

“Thank you,” she says, not knowing what else to say. She feels – awkward, almost, in front of him, which isn’t something she’s ever felt with anyone. She wants to climb into his lap and rest her head against his shoulder. She wants to force him into some proper clothes for a king. She wants to put him to bed and make him sleep until he loses those bruises under his eyes.

She’s never wanted to do any of those things for anyone before. She doesn’t even know him.

Although – she knows he came for her. That he found an intruder into his realm and picked her up and soothed her, carried her to safety and washed her of the corrosive water of the Styx. He placed her in his palace and did not touch her as so many other men would have touched her.

So perhaps she does know him. At least a little.

He rests his chin on his hand while he looks at her. “Hermes came with a message from your mother, demanding your return.” She doesn’t even have the time to panic before he continues, “I denied her. If she wishes to speak to me in person, I told her she is welcome to step into my realm herself.”

“She won’t do that,” Kore says, “She fears your realm. She fears how her power means nothing in your domain.”

Kore had never known her mother to fear anything – except the land of the dead. She’d grown up thinking Hades must be a hulking, formidable figure to pull fear from her mother’s breast, but that’s clearly not the case.

He smiles, and it’s the first hint of sharpness she’s seen from him. “I know. There will be consequences, of course. But those are my concern. You are a guest of my realm, Goddess of Spring. Walk where you please, and do as you please. No one will stop you.”

He’s already looking back down at his papers, eyebrows drawing together as he scratches out a series of numbers and rewrites them. It’s a clear dismissal, but Kore can’t bring herself to move.

She’s never met this man before. Yet he stands against her mother, yet he welcomes her to his realm, yet he permits unrestricted access to his home, yet he grants her every freedom he’s able.

“Thank you,” she says again. He gives an absent nod, already reaching for another scroll.

She leaves as quietly as she came.

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Imagine John and Sherlock watching Doctor Who, and they hear River’s line about Twelve - “When you love the doctor, it’s like loving the stars themselves. You don’t expect a sunset to admire you back.”

Sherlock would cock his head and turn to John, next to him on the sofa.

“Does that quite make sense to you, John?” he would say. “Or is it just sentimental nonsense?”

John would shift where he’s sat and grin over at Sherlock. “Sentimental nonsense for sure, yeah. But probably some truth in it.“

Then he would fall silent for a moment. Sherlock would wait patiently, observing that John isn’t finished speaking.

“Dunno about a sunset though. Stars, right, probably something darker…” John’s eyes would flit over Sherlock’s hair, his skin, his dark blue dressing gown. “Light on dark, yeah. Stars. Yeah.”

Sherlock would be clueless. John would clear his throat and turn his head back to the telly.

“Really, John? The sun makes perfect sense to me. Conductor of light and all.” Sherlock would say, feeling bold, glancing over as his lips would quirk to one side.

John would glance back at him, confused for a moment, then intrigued, and then-

Sherlock had called him a conductor of light once. John would wonder - is he…? Or who is he talking about? Another person he’d call a conductor of light? John would sprain them.

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