welcome in the underworld

100 Underrated Books #ReadWomen

My friends made a very helpful recommendation list for #readwomen, you can see it here and here. I saw some of my favorite books isn’t listed there, so I thought I’d make my own one. This time featuring my favorite underrated reads from different genre with a heavy emphasis on diversity. Majority of the authors on this list are women of color, and are LGBTQ+ as well. Happy reading!

Young Adult:

1. An Ember in the Ashes by Sabaa Tahir
2. The Wrath and the Dawn by Renee Ahdieh
3. To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before by Jenny Han 
4. Angelfall by Susan Ee   
5. The Young Elites by Marie Lu
6. Written in the Stars by Aisha Saeed (tw: rape)
7. My Heart and Other Black Holes by Jasmine Warga (tw: suicide / dark thoughts)
8. Everything, Everything by Nicola Yoon
9. Promise of Shadows by Justina Ireland
10. Ms. Marvel by G. Willow Wilson 
11. The Ring and the Crown by Melissa de la Cruz 
12. Fresh Off the Boat by Melissa de la Cruz 
13. Tell Me Again How a Crush Should Feel by Sara Farizan 
14. If You Could Be Mine by Sara Farizan
15. Conviction by Kelly Loy Gilbert  (tw: abuse/violence) 
16. Falling into Place by Amy Zhang  (tw: suicide) 
17. Ink and Ashes by Valynne E. Maetaeni
18. The Girl from the Well by Rin Chupeco
19. Huntress by Malinda Lo
20. Silver Phoenix by Cindy Pon
21. Noughts & Crosses by Malorie Blackman
22. Tiny Pretty Things by Sona Charaipotra Dhonielle Clayton  (tw: body image)
23. Charm & Strange by Stephanie Kuehn  (tw: suicide / dark thoughts / abuse)
24. Dorothy Must Die by Danielle Paige
25. Prophecy by Ellen Oh 
26. Trouble Is a Friend of Mine by Stephanie Tromly
27. The Space Between by Victoria H. Smith  
28. Even in Paradise by Chelsey Philpot
29. The Girl at Midnight by Melissa Grey
30. Shutter by Courtney Alameda
31. The Lost Girl by Sangu Mandanna
32. Hollywood Witch Hunter by Valerie Tejeda 
33. Pointe by Brandy Colbert
34. No Love Allowed by Kate Evangelista 
35. None of the Above by I.W. Gregorio
36. Under a Painted Sky by Stacey Lee
37. This Side of Home by Renee Watson
38. The Summer Prince by  Alaya Dawn Johnson 
39. What’s Left of Me by Kat Zhang
40. X by Ilyasah Shabazz 
41. Control by Lydia Kang
42. The Weight of Feathers by Anna Marie McLemore
43. Blood of Eden by Julie Kagawa 
44. The Boy Next Door by Katie Van Ark
45. Far From You by Tess Sharpe
46. Dirty London by Kelley York
47. Freshman Year by Annameekee Hesik
48. Otherbound by Corinne Duyvis
49. Not Otherwise Specified by Hannah Moskowitz
50. The Blood Journals by Tessa Gratton
51. The Fixer by Jennifer Lynn Barnes 
52. There Will Come a Time by Carrie Arcos
53. The Darkest Part of the Forest by Holly Black
54. The Summer of Chasing Mermaids by Sarah Ockler 
55. Just Visiting by Dahlia Adler
56. Don’t Touch by Rachel M. Wilson 
57. If You Find Me by Emily Murdoch
58. Falling Kingdoms by Morgan Rhodes
59. The Archived by Victoria Schwab
60. Kiss Kill Vanish by Jessica Martinez
61. Lumatere Chronicles by Melina Marchetta
62. Jellicoe Road by Melina Marchetta 
63. Gallagher Girls by Ally Carter
64. The Naturals by Jennifer Lynn Barnes  
65. Emmy & Oliver by Robin Benway 
66. Nearly Goneby Elle Cosimano
67. The Last Time We Say Goodbye by Cynthia Hand
68. The Conspiracy of Us by Maggie Hall
69. Starcrossed by Josephine Angelini 
70. Daughters unto Devils by Amy Lukavics
71. Shadows on the Moon by Zoe Marriott
72. Daughter of Deep Silence by Carrie Ryan
73. The Wrong Side of Right by Jenn Marie Thorne
74. Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli

Fiction / Historical Fiction: 

75. The Mango Bride by Marivi Soliven
76.  Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
77. The Boleyn King by Laura Andersen 

Adult:

78. A Gentleman in the Street by Alisha Rai 
79. A Welcome to the Underworld by Con Template
80. A Bollywood Affair by Sonali Dev
81. Black-Eyed Susans by Julia Heaberlin
82. Girl Underwater by Claire Kells

New Adult:

83. Kulti by Mariana Zapata
84. Black Rainbow by J. J. McAvoy
85. Charade by Nyrae Dawn
86. When You Are Mine by Kennedy Ryan
87. Luck On The Line by Zoraida Córdova
88. Black Iris by Leah Raeder  
89. Addicted Series by Krista and Becca Ritchie
90. More Than Fashion by Elizabeth Briggs
91. Second Position by Katherine Locke
92. Imaginary Lines by Allison Parr
93. Georgetown Academy by Jessica Koosed Etting 

Middle Grade:

94: Blackbird Fly by Erin Entrada Kelly
95: The Land of Forgotten Girls by Erin Entrada Kelly 
96: Tall Story by Candy Gourlay
97: Shine by Candy Gourlay 
98. A Time to Dance by Padma Venkatraman 
99.  The Isle of the Lost by Melissa de la Cruz 
100. Murder Is Bad Manners by Robin Stevens 

Hades

Authors note: Greek mythology seventeen au hell yeah! Based loosely on the Hades-Persephone myth.

Summary: who would’ve thought Persephone would’ve fallen for someone from the underworld?

 word count: 9k

“Seriously, you nymph! Stay still” you teased Hoshi as he fidgeted with his bow and arrow of hearts. You were trying to fix his hair how his mother liked it like she had asked of you. There was to be a banquet later, and everyone needed to look their best.

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Chocobros: Sons of Egyptian Gods

Noctis: Son of Osiris, God of the afterlife, death, life, and resurrection.

- He tends to remain in the underworld with his father. Noctis has only shown interest in the human world once and has visited it because of his curiosity, but when he actually experienced it, he didn’t like it. Though people were really interesting, it was too loud and exhausting for him. 

- This Prince of the Afterlife is the most introverted person you will ever meet. He’s extremely shy when he talks to wandering souls, or anyone for that matter. When he visited the mortal world he barely talked to anyone, when he had to talk to someone who questioned who he was it drained all his energy and he had to quickly return home.

- He strongly dislikes when people suck up to him or sugarcoat things, he prefers when people are blunt. Noctis himself is kind of blunt and he appreciates when people are truthfully blunt with him. But, at the same time it isn’t good to always bluntly tell Noctis something since he’s sensitive and will be upset if something hurts his feelings. 

- Noctis gets worried that he’ll develop a crush on a human if he goes back to the mortal world, he finds them to be fascinating even if it’s hard for him to interact with people. What’s even worse is that Noctis gets even more worried that he’d get a crush on a soul. Noctis’ awkward self would have no idea what to do then. 

- Most of his days are very lazy days. He tends to stay in his room most of the time, either sleeping or watching the equivalent of TV. His father dislikes it when Noctis is lazy. He thinks that his son should be focusing on taking over the underworld. 

- His father, Osiris is merciful and tends to resurrect most souls, giving them a second chance. Noctis dislikes when his father offers for him to judge the souls who would either be resurrected or not. He hates having that much power, and truly doesn’t know how to correctly judge a person. 

Originally posted by gigglincactus

Prompto: Son of Hathor, Goddess of the sky, dance, love, beauty, joy, motherhood, foreign lands, mining, music and fertility.

- Prompto was so incredibly loved by all people he met, mortals and Gods alike. In fact, he was incredibly popular with both and didn’t mind one bit. He loved the attention he was getting, the attention mostly stemming from the fact that his mother, Hathor was beloved by all. 

- His mother was important to the mortals, and even the dead. One of her jobs included welcoming the dead into the next life. During one trip to the underworld, Prompto met Noctis and the two immediately became friends. Both were in awe of each other because of how cool their parents are. “WOW YOU’RE OSIRIS’ SON?!” “Hathor is your mom?!? That’s so NEAT! She’s so amazing.” 

- Prompto spent the majority of his time in the mortal world. He brought them joy, music, and even taught the humans how to dance. Though they didn’t dance well at first, the more Prompto came back, the better they got at it. Prompto was happy being with the humans, even at times wishing that he was human so that he could experience mortal life. He doesn’t know what a camera is since that hasn’t been invented yet, but he still loves preserving memories somehow so he has taken a strong liking to paintings. 

- Prompto was happy. He was so happy all the time that it was impossible to wipe that big smile off his face. However, he did get sad. It was surprising, the humans never expected him to suddenly have this change of behavior. He had enjoyed spending time in the mortal world so much that he forgot the one thing that separated him. He was a God. Humans die. He had made so many human friends, but he had lost track of time, and they had passed away. It hurt him and he didn’t make an appearance in the mortal world for some time after that. 

- It had taken Prompto some time until he understood that humans would die and he couldn’t do anything to change that. Bbbbbut, he kind of could. Because the spirits of his human friends would simply go to the underworld, he could just have his good pal Noctis resurrect them. Prompto really wanted to do that, he REALLY wanted to do that….but he knew that he shouldn’t interfere with death. It wasn’t his realm of specialty and he knew it wasn’t right. 

- The only thing Prompto could do was move on and continue to bring the pleasure of happiness to those who were still alive. If his old mortal friends were given the opportunity to be resurrected, he would be filled with a joy that would motivate him for years to come. 

Originally posted by ffxvcaps

Ignis: Son of Thoth, God of knowledge, the moon, measurement, wisdom, the alphabet, records, thought, intelligence, meditation, the mind, logic, reason, reading, hieroglyphics, magic, secrets, scribes, and writing.

- Ignis is very intelligent, maybe even more so than his father. Ignis has done extensive research on the human race. He has read all of the books, writings, etc. that they have published over the many years. Yes, he’s managed to read everything. Ignis even knows multiple languages. 

- He has never been to the mortal realm yet, he wanted to educate himself about them before he went. As a God who has never met a human person, he didn’t exactly know how to interact with them. When he did go to see the mortals, he was surprised to see how much they respected him and were interested in him. He found himself intrigued by humans and stayed with them longer than he anticipated. 

- At times, Ignis actually forgot that he was a God. Spending so much, perhaps too much time with them had made him forget. Ignis had an affinity for the scribes and he shared as much knowledge as he could with them. He taught the people about science, philosophy, religion and magic. At times when the people were having endless arguments, Ignis stepped in as mediator. Just like Thoth, Ignis was particularly good at balancing good and evil, making sure neither had victory over the other. 

- If Ignis had the option to become mortal, he would never want to take it. It wasn’t because he disliked humans, it was because as a human he would die, and dying would prevent him from gaining more knowledge since life would continue to move on. 

- When Ignis visits the underworld, he tends to assist Noctis with the judgement of souls. Ignis was taking over more tasks from Thoth and represented the judgement scales where the deceased person’s heart would be weighed against a feather which would determine their fate. Ignis enjoyed his time in the underworld just as much as he liked being with the mortals. 

- One of Ignis’ dreams is to travel the world, gathering all the wisdom he possibly can, however it is an impossible dream since his duties lie with Egyptian mortals and Gods. Ignis has definitely attempted astral projection as an effort to explore the wonders of Earth while still remaining in the place his duties require him to be at. 

Originally posted by cold-alpaca

Gladio: Son of Horus, God of the sky, kingship, war and hunting.

- Gladio’s bird tattoo represents his father Horus who flies across the sky as a falcon. Also inherited from his father are his eyes, his right containing the sun, and the left containing the moon. Mortals admire his eyes, the sun in his eye shining much brighter than the moon. When Gladio looks at his reflection in mirrors, his eyes don’t seem special to him and he can’t see the moon and sun in his eyes that the people speak of. 

- Gladio has a great love for hunting, more so than his dad. He tends to go hunting for animals with the mortals since they seem to enjoy it as much as him. From every battle with animals, the hunting group always comes back victorious, probably because they have Gladio on their side. 

- He also represents a symbol of power, and brings great protection to the mortals who worship him because of that. It seems that Gladio is much more powerful than his father, and has taken over his jobs for him mostly. 

- When in the mortal realm, he dislikes seeing war break out between people. He doesn’t understand why they would do such a thing and destroy themselves usually over a stupid argument. He typically doesn’t know what to do and calls his friend Ignis to help mediate and stop the war. When Ignis does this, it makes Gladiolus feel somewhat weak since it should’ve been his responsibility to stop the fighting. 

- Gladiolus tends to isolate himself in the most peaceful places, maybe tombs or near The Nile. Gladio reads there, Ignis providing him with new books to read whenever he finishes the others. It’s relaxing and shows the mortals that Gladio is a bit lazy, but not as tough as they originally thought once they see him curled up by the river with a nice book. 

- This isn’t known, but Gladio helped build the pyramids. He’s super strong and buff of course he’ll help. In fact he did the majority of the work. But being the nice guy he is, he gives the humans all the credit. Once the pyramids are built, one of his new reading spots becomes the highest point of the pyramids. From there he can overlook the town to make sure everyone is safe while reading as usual.

Originally posted by fieryfantasy


A/N: I was debating whether or not to do this for the Greek or Egyptian Gods and realized that the Egyptian Gods don’t get enough love and truly aren’t as well known so here we are. BUT if people do want a Greek God post I’d be happy to do it! I’ll also do the Egyptian God for other FFXV characters if requested! Though he wasn’t included in these, my favorite Egyptian God is Anubis!! REQUESTS ARE OPEN. 

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Pluto@yumbles

Finality - Transition - Distance - Separation

Pluto signifies an end. Symbolic of both the final destination in our solar system and of the ruler of the underworld, Pluto conjures cold, dark, and mysterious images. Though he was not an evil god, Pluto was feared by the living, who were reluctant to even say his name aloud for fear he would bring them to their doom. At the end of a long journey down the river Styx, a soul was welcomed into the underworld, Pluto’s domain, for the rest of eternity.

BRADLEY JAMES IN UNDERWORLD: BLOOD WARS

  1. “Privileged to welcome you home at last, sir.”
  2. “Varga will be your right-hand man.”
  3. “There are other ways to prove your devotion…”
  4. A lesson in combat unpredictability
  5. “I want her captured alive. Is that understood?”
  6. “I’ll deal with them.”
  7. “The poison will dissipate.”
  8. “What news of the search?”
  9. “Either you have it, or you have nothing…”
  10. “I swore to protect the leader of this house.”
  11. Battle scene
  12. Final scene

Pluto in the 8th House - The Underworld Heiress

Revelation and transformation become constant life themes with Pluto in the 8th house. It’s like the individual is chartered by something greater, voyaging through invisible battles to rise higher than the sun. Relationships contour life in a sort of brutal bliss, and there is an urgency to destruct and rebuild relationships in the search for soul contact. From the shadows, unconscious longings emerge, steering life in unusual and confrontational ways. The personality is likely cryptic, and secretive regarding their trauma, talent, and power. Pluto is welcomed into the 8th house, and the individual is anointed the underworld sovereign, the master of life and death, the tightrope acrobat between thresholds. The response to events and relationships is typically emotionally reactive and intense. The individual’s aura and presence cuts like a knife, and remains long after the body vanishes. This is the heirloom of a thousand centuries of searching. Ever since the individual was a child, that which was to be concealed or secret was too easily perceived, there was not a moment missed, for example the mother’s secret heartbreak, or the father attempting to hide the abuse. It was all revealed to the individual, and thus was realised that she was different. And nobody could ever know.

The psychic forces and internal world with Pluto in the 8th, commonly shadowed by delusion and paranoia, remedied by euphoria and love and lunacy can become too sweeping for some. Individuals can become lost in the 8th house madness, plunged into unconscious symbolism with blurred vision, a volcano of aggression, sexual compulsion, volatility, and destructive relationships. The wall between worlds is leaky with Pluto in the 8th house, and the susceptibility to unseen forces is extremely ominous. The individual’s fear of death can pour into hysteria and phobia, a sort of petrified response to uncontrolled energies and messages. It can force withdrawal, isolation, and depressive episodes that can imitate death. But for some individuals, the Pluto partnership is profound and evokes a sort of magic and necromancy roused from a cauldron of unconscious prophecy. The sort of impression the individual leaves on others filters into the soul, engraving a lasting legacy. Relationships can become obsessions, a sort of compulsive response to a need to fill the void, a split in the spirit and personality, something that appears to have never been born. Sexual activity may wax and wane, experiencing drought to generate the energy that shakes worlds. Rather than photographs, the individual can reminisce about life through the eyes of old selves, those that have been burned away and sawed into glowing rubies for the spirit. The individual may reflect on former personalities with disbelief.

Self destruction may become routine with Pluto in the 8th. The individual can have little or no knowledge of its cause, and why everything seems to be destroyed as the peak is approached. Solitude is cherished, and typically used as reflective periods or acute research. There are no boundaries with Pluto in the 8th. Secrets are exposed, corruption is leaked, and deception is shattered. The individual knows how to read the language of the unconscious as its written across the 8th house sky, illuminating with purple radiance just for them. This is what can make the individual brilliant with occult studies, mediumship, or depth psychology. People are read like books written by Freud or Jung. The individual knows their dark thoughts cannot be rejected, but accepted and integrated to create truth and vision and clarity. Steven Forrest says Pluto in the 8th individuals are capable of ascending to the “Rimpoche”, or “Special One”, a term which defines sacred instinct and healing forces in Buddhist philosophy. Beneath the sea swims a Pluto drenched mermaid, swimming below a shadow into the oblivion, following a compass nobody owns or knows how to follow.

-Cherry

[art: valfre]

anonymous asked:

You talk a lot about the delightful witches and the lovely monsters of Peyroux, but are the fae welcome in the underworld?

The blanket answer is “yes, of course.”

The specific answer – “who constitutes as fae?” – is an arguing point between sages, scholars, librarians, folks at the diner when the topic comes up because someone exclaimed a line from the Peyroux Dispatch in surprise and then gets the entire place going.

These discussions are long winded and often sorted out with snowball fights (in the winter) or ice scream eating contests (in the summer) or jack-o-lantern carving contests (throughout the year).

I have on my calendar of “to dos” a list of dungeons to check out every few years. Liches, being undead, will get into rambling arguments about such things as this. If you don’t force them to get some “outside time” every once in awhile, the entire dungeon smells terrible.

Which is fine if that is what you’re going for, but most are not, hence my chore.

Moon in the 8th House - My Mother was a Witch


Matthew, Mark, Luke and John,

Bless the bed that I lie on.

Four corners to my bed,

Four angels round my head;

One to watch and one to pray

And two to bear my soul away


The psychic sets up her shop right on the Moon. With incense burning, dusted occult books full of secrets, and a cursed hand of tarot, the seduction toward the dark side of the moon can turn almost erotic. There tends to be a tremendous intuition for unconscious psychology with Moon in the 8th. The individual is a vessel of psychic activity, riding a crescent moon boat into blackened Scorpio waters, searching for a home amongst the unknown. The individual may be voyaging for lost family members she feels carry pieces of her that were never returned. She searches for a mother figure in gods and angels and invisible comforts. The bond with her own mother is likely quite powerful, and possibly symbolizes a bond that traces back centuries. The intuitive and nurturing energy of the moon is an accelerated method of healing in the 8th house cauldron. The individual knows how to inject healing tonic right into the hidden wound. Like all tonics, it stings like salt, but their power is in their venom, and they cradle their darkness whenever the moon, and their life, escapes into void.

The dance with death is graceful and haunting with Moon in the 8th. There is a kind of acceptance toward death that generates an admirable counsel and wisdom. They can hold the hand and hold the soul of people as they cross over, transporting them toward the light, guiding like a midwife of death. There is a treasured, soothing resonance that expresses through the individual. This can bring incredible peace to the disturbed and broken. All forms of sorcery, witchcraft, potions, generational spells, and ancestral healing rituals reside in the 8th house Moon. She is like the descendant of sorcerers, wielding in her hands the knowledge of ancient bewitching. This relates to the individual’s need to continue family legacies, especially those inherited from female ancestors. The 8th house also relates to karmic debt and legacies. The individual may become the power of attorney for the mother, play a strong advocacy role in her final years, and be the recipient of sacred heirlooms. Moon in the 8th house suggests the family history can involve significant mental illness, abuse, unspeakable secrets, premature death, and institutionalization. As the individual looks back on their life, they barely hold it by seasons or events, but rather previous selves that were burned away. The veil between worlds is leaky with Moon in the 8th. The individual may encounter spiritual events, voices of the dead, demonic interference, and the sense they have inherited a curse. The individual may profoundly and destructively fear the death of the mother.

The longing for intimacy is insatiable with Moon in the 8th. There is a real need to unify, beyond body and form on toward the brink of consciousness. The moment of orgasm is somewhat prophetic in terms of the experience the universe they seek, a naked communion with the invisible where everything slips away but love and soul. What they seek, the walk toward the end, puts the moon in a frantic, hysterical, and vulnerable position. The spells of melancholia, paranoia, histrionic storms generate through extreme emotional experiences that erupt without rhyme or reason. These experiences can also transport the individual to the peak of elation, peeling back the world to reveal gold and underworld milk and honey. Even in the underworld, Hades welcomes his children of the moon, worshiping their psychological expertise, intuitive intelligence, and preparing a cavern of safety, a coffin draped in the silkiest sheets, as he presents a bouquet of black washed roses to celebrate their arrival. The tightrope between life and death shakes and withers with Moon in the 8th. One foot is drenched in a blackened sea of symbols, ghosts, treasure, and omnipresent divinity, while the other flails in materialism, feeling split and isolated, longing to be joined by their family dwelling in the azure. Those ancestors who have passed over speak through Moon in the 8th people. They often use the individual as a sacred carrier of their heritage and place hope in them finishing their incomplete duties. From the ledge of the moon they indulge in occult rituals, paying homage to the women that gave them everything. It illuminates the underworld in luscious light, making it a home, shrouded in cryptic tails that become sweet bedtime lullabies. The mother sings a song of protection, as I lay you down to sleep, I pray the lord your soul to keep, and if you shall die before you wake, I pray the lord your soul to take.

-C.

In The Dark 03

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Smut
Rating: M
Written by xoxoTheQueenOfHearts


When you came back home from school, he wasn’t in your room. Maybe he did leave, that’s a relief. So you did your homework, ate dinner and waited for your parents to go to sleep before you took a shower and got ready for bed.

You had this eerie feeling when you were in the shower, as if you were being watched. But every time you looked out from the shower curtain, you didn’t see anything. You shrugged your shoulders and continued your relaxing showering. What you didn’t know was that you were being watched.

When you finished your shower, you dried off and put your clothes on before heading back to your room. When you opened your door, there he stood inches away from your bed smirking down at you with his arms crossed over his chest. “Ready to complete the deal?” He asked as he gazed at you.

A pact with the devil is a dangerous thing, for the only thing the devil is said to want is the person’s soul and that he will do anything to get it. He will lie, trick, and cheat. However it has been known to be rare when the person dealing with the devil does not become corrupted and evil themselves as the devil was set out to do, ruin your “good”.

You looked at him before quickly shutting your door. “I thought you left..” you say to him as you place your dirty clothes in your hamper.

“I’ve been here the entire time.” He smirked and you tilt your head trying to remember if you just walked right by him and didn’t even notice. “Are you ready?” He asked again.

You were brought out of your thoughts. “Uh, yes, but where and how can we make the deal work?” You asked him but he ignored you. He took your hand quickly and placed it on his chest near his heart, sending the both of you into an alternate dimension.

You looked around yourself to see that you were standing in a tropical rainforest. The first thing you noticed was the humidity and the different animal sounds that could be heard in the distance. The second thing you noticed was that it was daylight where you were and back home it was dark. But then you noticed your attire. You wearing a white bikini while he only wore black shorts with no shirt.

You tried not to stare at his upper half even though he was mouthwatering. You were amazed. “Wow, where are we?” You asked bewildered as you continue to look around.

He leans in close to you before whispering into your ear. “In your wildest fantasy.” The way he said it sent shivers across your skin even if it wasn’t cold outside. He grabbed your hand and walked you to the clearing that headed to what sounded like a beach. It was like a dream, it felt so surreal.

Before you could even come up with anything to say, he was pushing you into the hot sand with him on top of you. You were startled. “Y-Yoongi..” you breathed in a panic tone of voice. He shushes you with his lips causing you to make a ’M’ sound. He pulls away.

“You talk too much.” He says against your lips. “In order for the deal to be complete, I have to take you.” He says.

You look into his eyes confused until it hits you. “What?” You asked afraid as you try to sit up but he pins you down.

Yoongi looks down at you blankly. “Just close your eyes and relax. Enjoy yourself.” He whispered to you, his blonde hair was covering his eyes but he quickly flicked his head in a way that shoved his hair out of his face. “I’ll be gentle…” he says in a tone you haven’t heard before.

You look at him carefully before allowing him to continue. It was only fair because you summoned him just to see if the rumors were true and in doing so, you disrupted his slumber and now he had to remain with you for a whole year. So this was your fair end of the deal.

He leaned down again and brought you into slow passionate kisses as he started to paint his love for you with your bodies on the beach in hot sand. When you both were finished, you fell asleep.

Sometime later you woke up, but you quickly realized you weren’t at home. You started to worry as you took in your surroundings. Yoongi sat up with you but held onto you in a protective manner as if reading your mind.

“Welcome to the Underworld Princess.” He grinned.

Hollowness - Jung Soojung

Can you imagine Krystal having a Hades storyline? Where she’s been lonely in Underworld/Hell for so long; and then she sees a beautiful girl living her life and Krystal wants to get to know her, so Krystal kidnaps her to be her future wife …

Yes, I did. And I’m all in for this. I changed a bit the plot, but I really hope you like it!

Originally posted by teyuns

The room was deadly quiet as always, even the fire crackling in the fireplace was mute. Soojung liked that for some reason, just watching the muted sinuous flames move from her spot at the foot of the king size bed. Her back against the once old dark wooden headboard, she was used to spend her free time there in that anodyne silence, trying to catch a breath that she knew it was gone forever. If she looked over her shoulder, she could see a figure lying over the bed.

The whole bed was made of some material similar to ivory. A dark ivory layer which covered the whole furniture down to the floor. Wood turned into black ivory, simple objects too. Even the figure of the woman lying there, as if she was asleep, was covered with ivory.

Soojung got used to hang out there, in the silent that the immense magic power set long time ago.

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twodemigodtraveleroflorien said to wearepjocrazy: Four headcanon for Thalia

Yiss my fave girl is getting her spotlight

Headcanon A: *Something Realistic*

She has a bow that’s enchanted to summon any type of arrow she needs (though it’s enchanted silver-iron alloy, not imperial gold or celestial bronze) that Artemis gave her.

Headcanon B: *Something Hilariously Unreal*

It’s common knowledge among the Hunters that Thalia and Percy get ‘along’ therefore the Hunters get along with Percy.

And by along, i mean they kidnap him, slap silver make-up all over his face, give him silver jackets and hunting knives, have story time around the camp fire, and watch Thalia and Percy bicker

Also Thalia won’t admit it, but Percy’s voice is so beautiful it has made her cry before. She doesn’t understand why Percy thinks he sounds like a dying whale though.

Headcanon C: *Something Heartbreakingish*

She lives longer than Zoë did. She watched as Jason fell first, at the claws of a hydra. Piper died shortly after with Broken Heart Syndrome. Leo was next, even though she personally didn’t care for him, leaving Calypso begging Artemis to let her join despite the fact she was physically 25 years old. She later died when a hell hound attacked her and left her for dead before the Hunters could save her.

 Next was Annabeth, who had tried to save herself when Percy went all stormy-earthquake when the spiders tried to regroup and attack her. Percy disappeared after that and no one was sure if he ever did die. Frank and Hazel were more lucky. They grew up and had great grandchildren, some of which became Hunters. 

Nico and Will never really died, they just kinda moved in with Hades and turned to souls one day. Grover died saving a little girl named Amber, who was a clear sighted mortal destined to be an Oracle. He turned into a moonlace and Thalia kept his plant in a magical pot in Cabin 8. Rachel passed on at 98 years old, after the effort of summoning ANOTHER prophecy caused her to croak.

All of Thalia’s first-life friends burned away like pictures in a fire. Every once and a while she’d come across a boy that looked a little too much like Jason, or a girl who acted a little too much like Annabeth. Sometimes she’d see someone with eyes that were a little too green, or a mischievous smirk that seemed a little too much like a certain Latino boy.

She passed away with a colder heart than before, when she decided that she couldn’t handle being immortal anymore. She settled down in Alaska and never looked back at her old life.

Her friends in the Underworld welcomed her with open arms and warm smiled.

Thalia greeted them back with a broken heart and tears in her eyes.

I was going to add more at the end, like how percy didn’t show up in the underworld, but that would be more of a writing prompt than a head canon

Headcanon D: *Something That Is Better Than The Canon*

Thalia didn’t join the hunt to be boy-free, yet she acts like she did. She isn’t being brainwashed, she would be kinder to males and not complain much about being around them. She would be that one hunter who would be a feminist, not a misandry would they be a misadrist?

~faith

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Madness | 1 | TAEKWOON

Genre: underworld!au | fluff | angst

Member: Taekwoon / Reader

Word Count: 4 812

Warnings: language, violence, death, mentions of mental illness, mentions of suicide

Part: one | two

Originally posted by at-taekwoons-mercy

“Do not be afraid; our fate / Cannot be taken from us; it is a gift.”

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Downfall [06]

Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 3,960

Genre: Assassin AU

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18


Nothing could have prepared you for the Hell you were thrown into.

The first two years at the orphanage went by like a breeze, but what you soon realized was that they were merely stepping-stones leading to a much greater path, and you were now standing at the menacing gates. The Devil was waiting at the front steps to welcome you, not as a red-horned creature of the underworld, but he was pretty damn close.

You learned early on that Mr. Shin didn’t actually reside in the orphanage. His place was in Seoul, where he acted as the overseer of all the important aspects of the rest of the organization. He was a busy man who simply had no time to waste in a city like Gimpo, where the establishments bearing his name were located, so he passed on the burden of maintaining the school and its students to another privileged soul.

The combat instructor.

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One moment, you were laughing wildly in mock offense, sopping your forgotten beer down your shirt. The next, everything blew to blinding white as the train’s headlights stared you down.

Wham, bam, thank you ma’am: welcome to the underworld.

Guys! It turns out, if you both write and illustrate something, you can put in as many bullshit smoke tendrils as you want and no one can stop you.

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A/N: Thought I was joking in that last post? Nah, it starts now.

You sipped on your hot coco as you sat and thought as you always did. Day in and out, your eternal and never changing routine.

 You look up when you here the cracking sound of a new comer. Back to work you guessed.

You went out and saw a boy who looked your age, or the age you were when you died anyway.

‘What the hell?’ he said.

‘Getting warm.’ you said making him turn to you.

‘Welcome to the Underworld, I’m (Y/N), the welcoming committee of sorts.’ you introduced.

‘I know what it is, why does it look like-’

‘Storybrooke? No one knows why, but the older inhabitants appreciate the upgrade.’ you interrupted. 

‘I guess a diner is better than the fire and brimstone I had expected.’ he said as he looked around.

‘Oh it’s not all as harmless as it seems, the bodies of water here are actually The River of Lost Souls. So careful where you swim. Also the beast Cerberus is very real, but Hades keeps him leached well.’ you warned.

‘Anything else?’ he asked.

‘Also Hades doesn’t like it when people try to move on, so it’s best not to even try.’ you added.

‘Are we done here?’ he asked.

‘I believe so, just find your place here. Standing around wallowing is how you become a lost soul without going near the waters.’ you finished.

‘I feel I already know my place here.’ he said as he looked at the pawn shop.

‘Alright then, my job is done.’ you said as you headed back to the diner.

‘Thanks for the warm welcome.’ he called.

‘Enjoy your afterlife.’ you called back

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WELCOME TO THE UNDERWORLD l (listen)

Our world isn’t a society where love conquers all. It is a cruel world where the heartless and vengeful are revered like Kings and Queens— and the weak, the distracted are punished without mercy. May the Kings and Queens who had fallen before you be your examples, may their demise dictate your choices in life. You may have been born human, but you are raised to be a God. You are raised to rule over this world, not succumb to its weaknesses.