friend mythos

Deep Breathing AU

Character A is a werewolf that struggles with maintaining their human form in stressful situations – anything from their card being rejected at the supermarket, to getting locked out of their apartment – and so they’ve decided to start yoga/meditation classes in order to calm down and gain control of their transformations.

Character B is a vampire with anger issues that is attending the same class as Character B, and the two of them quickly become friends outside of class – Character A’s cautious nature countering Character B’s impulsiveness, and Character B’s fearlessness inspiring Character A.

The Storyteller and The Naga AU

Character A lives in a fairly normal house, in a fairly normal neighborhood, in a fairly normal city…except in Character A’s backyard, there’s a naga (half-human, half-snake) living there. Tucked away from the prying eyes of humans, Character B has been able to use their glamour to create a comfortable home for themself, but Character A can see through the magic shielding Character B.

While Character B is naturally very reclusive, they do enjoy the company of Character A, who comes home from school/work/a date/etc. and tells Character B everything that’s happened in their day.

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A story’s birth is a sudden event. The start, a happy accident. The end, the fate for which it’s meant. A story that never ends is a cruel thing.

                                             .:Princess Tutu:.

                                         Mytho    ~     Rue

                                                      ~

                                         HeadphoneStudios

Friend Mythos: How Bell’s Beard Saved the Platypus (Part 1)

Bell hiked along the craggy outcrop lined with giant fir trees on his way to stream, coursing through the countryside. Bell had a massive red beard, that was down to his knees. The beard was hardly cumbersome, as Bell would routinely use his beard to protect himself from the harshness of the elements, lest he succumb to exposure.

On this spring day, Bell made his way to the stream to fish. As he hiked, he carried his trusty fishing rod and a cask of his favorite ale. Venturing to the stream was nothing new to Bell, as he routinely set forth for a fresh catch. The stream held many fish, none more abundant than the Northern Red Salmon. The salmon sustained many vagabonds such as Bell, as they traveled the rocky hillsides that ran beside the river.

Bell found his way to his usual spot, prepared his rod, and set down his cask of ale. Patiently, he cast his line in search of a salmon. The salmon were hesitant to take Bell’s line, and after a few hours, he became frustrated. He had a habit of waiting until he caught a fish until opening his cask, and was beginning to feel hungry.

As soon as the hunger emerged, so did a bite on his line. Pleased, Bell began to reel in his catch, looking forward to relieving the growling in his stomach. As the catch approached, Bell began to notice something peculiar. There was no fish on the line, but something he had not seen before.

It looked like his eyes were playing tricks on him. Here was an animal that had the bill of a duck, the body of a beaver, and the limbs of an otter. Confused, Bell stroked his beard and looked curiously at the animal before it spoke to him:

“I’m afraid I am far from home,” the animal said. “Can you help me find my way?”

Still reeling from the initial shock and ridiculousness of the situation, Bell had difficulty summoning a reply.

“My home is far from here, in a river surrounded by red dirt and tall trees. Tree far bigger than the ones I see here.”

“I don’t know of any such place,” Bell said. “But I believe we can find it if we try.”

“I think I could show you the way if you help me. I can stay in the river during the day, but I need a place to stay at night. What if I showed you where to fish and in return, you could protect me during the night?”

Bell was still hungry, and decided to take the animal up on its offer. Shortly there after, Bell had caught enough fish to last him a day or two and opened the cask of ale.

As night descended, Bell found a place to rest underneath a large fir tree. “Come,” Bell said. “I use my beard to protect me, so I figure it can protect you too, just like we agreed.”

“Thank you. They call me platypus.”

“They call me Bell. Nice to meet you.”

 The two companions rested that night, preparing for the voyage ahead…

WHY YOU NEED TO STOP AND WATCH PRINCESS TUTU RIGHT NOW

DO YOU LIKE FAIRY TALES? MAGICAL GIRLS? EXTENSIONAL META IN YOUR ANIME? WELL THEN HAVE I GOT A SHOW FOR YOU!

THIS IS OUR PROTAGONIST, AHIRU. ISN’T SHE ADORABLE?

SHE ATTENDS A BOARDING SCHOOL WHERE SHE’S PART OF THE BALLET CLASS ALONG WITH HER TWO FRIENDS LILLIE AND PIQUE.

ALSO THEIR BALLET TEACHER IS A CAT. LIKE, LEGITLY.

WHEN HIS STUDENTS FALL BEHIND IN CLASS, HE LIKES TO THREATEN THEM WITH MARRIAGE (NO, I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP).

AND HERE IS OUR PRINCE

HE HAS AN AVERSION TO PANTS DON’T ASK ME WHY. (ALSO HE HAS NO HEART. IT IS SAD)

AND HERE ARE THE OTHER TWO SUPER DUPER IMPORTANT CHARACTERS WHO ARE IMPORTANT AND YOU WILL HOLD CLOSE TO YOUR HEART.

THE LOVELY RIVAL RUE

AND FAKIR (LOOK AT THAT FAAACE)

RUE IS DATING MYTHO, AND FAKIR IS MYTHO’S CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND.

SO AHIRU ADMIRES MYTHO FOR HIS DANCING SKILLS, BUT SHE ALSO THINKS HE LOOKS SO LONELY. SHE WISHES HE WASN’T SO LONELY, LIKE THE PRINCE IN HER DREAMS.

WHICH IS WHEN THIS CREEPY GUY COMES IN:

GET OUT OF MY FACE, DROSSELMEYER AHHHH

ANYWAY DROSSELMEYER IS ALL “YOU WANNA SAVE THE PRINCE?” AND AHIRU IS ALL “…YEAH”

AND THEN BOOM! MAGICAL GIRL

PRINCESS TUTU! WHO WANTS TO COLLECT THE SHATTERED SHARDS OF THE PRINCE’S HEART.

BUT WHY SHOULD I WATCH THIS ANIME, YOU ASK. WHY, I SAY?

BESIDES THE FACT THAT THE ART AND ANIMATION IS GORGEOUS?

LOOK AT THAT GORGEOUS ANIMATION. LOOK AT THE PRETTY. LOOK AT IT!

FOR ONE BECAUSE THE BALLET USED IS ACTUAL LEGIT BALLET, AND EVERY PIECE OF MUSIC USED IS FROM WHATEVER BALLET INSPIRED THE EPISODE AT HAND, AND IT IS ALL SO BEAUTIFUL AND GRACEFUL.

AHHHH!

BECAUSE IT’S A MAGICAL GIRL ANIME ABOUT BALLET AND FAIRY TALES AND STARTS OFF HAPPY AND SHINY AND ADORABLE AND THEN TAKES A SUDDEN DARK TURN, LIKE ALL FAIRY TALES. BECAUSE IT’S A SHOW ABOUT DESTINY AND WHETHER OR NOT YOU SHOULD ACCEPT YOUR FATE OR FIGHT AGAINST IT FOR A NEW FATE. IT’S ABOUT REDEMPTION AND HOPE AGAINST ALL POSSIBLE ODDS.

BECAUSE THE CHARACTERS ARE BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED AND HUMAN. BECAUSE NO CHARACTER IS WITHOUT THEIR FLAWS OR GOODNESS.

AND DID I MENTION ANIMALS ARE PEOPLE IN THIS?

NO ONE QUESTIONS IT, EVER. IT’S GREAT.

ALSO PRETTY SURE THIS TRAILER VIDEO THING MAY INTEREST YOU AS WELL X


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Hindu Mytho Meme | Events 1/8: Birth of Krishna || (Part 1 x)

“Mother.”

She was still trying to see, blinking and blinking to make her eyes focus.

“Father.”

Vasudev was using his hands to shield himself and strained his eyes, trying to see what was before him.

Devaki’s vision finally cleared. Her mouth dropped open.

Vasudev’s face mirrored hers, gazing upwards.

“My beloved parents,” the Supreme Lord said to them, his voice making the ground beneath them quiver, it was so deep. He was looking down from a great height, his dark skin glowing like a burning ember. His dark eyes were vast as he gazed from one to the other. “You see I kept my promise to you.”

Devaki suddenly remembered what promise. Lifetimes ago, when she and her husband had asked for a special boon of the Lord.

“You asked for a son like me,” he told them, “and I promised you would have one.”

Vasudev nodded, remembering.

“Then I realised that there was no one like me. I resolved to come as your child myself, to keep my word to you both.”

Devaki was overcome. The Lord of all the world was before her and she was his mother.

Vasudev gazed up at the awesome sight before them. “We thank you for this honour.”

The Lord raised his arms. “The honour is mine, Father. Now you must take me across the Yamuna river to Vraj, to Nanda’s house. There Yashoda has just given birth to a daughter. Leave me there and bring her daughter back here.”

Vasudev nodded.

The Lord turned to Devaki. “But, Mother, why are you quiet? Are you not pleased to see me?”

She shook her head in disbelief. “I’m most pleased. I’m only quiet because I’m waiting to see my son.”

He tilted his head and smiled. “But here I am.”

She gestured to his body. “This is not the form of my son. This is the form of my divine father.”

He laughed, making their skin tingle with the thrilling sound. “Mother, your word is my law, ” he said. “Very well. You wish to see your son? Then here I am.” In a moment the blinding light went out and only a baby was left on the ground, newly born from Devki’s womb. Both of them rushed to lift the tiny child and cradle it, already forgetting the awesome sight that had been before them.

- From The Prophecy by Jai Joshi

Friend Mythos

As I made myself a snack, I suddenly felt compelled to write stories about my friends in a mythological context. I’m not exactly sure why, aside from the fact that I’ve done just that through various, intermittent text messages over the years.

A recent conversation with a friend of mine also sent this idea into overdrive. My friend has a gnarly red beard, and it reminds me of someone who throws cabers in the Highland Games or a Viking sailing to unknown lands to plunder. My friend is adopted, and does not know his ancestral background. It seems like a fun thought to give him his own mythos, although he’s not the only one.