Chapters: 9/11Fandom: Content SMP, Hadestown - Mitchell, No Rpf - FandomRating: Teen And Up Audiences

Chapters: 9/11 Fandom: Content SMP, Hadestown - Mitchell, no rpf - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Folly | r4tmaid, Rat | doctor4t (Video Blogging RPF), The Fates (Hadestown), Hades (Hadestown), Other Character Tags to Be Added, Luxintrus (Video Blogging RPF), Persephone (Hadestown), Orpheus (Hadestown) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses, once again: SMPs ability to just Make People Gods?, that's Important here, Demigods, Inaccurate Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Inaccurate Minecraft Mechanics, The Neverend (ContentSMP), Fish, Respawn Mechanics (Minecraft), Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, hopefully not painfully out of character, the Fates are the wind, BAMF Folly | r4tmaid, she's getting there at least, The Author Regrets Nothing, Major Character Undeath, Dreams and Nightmares, Potentially painfully out of character idk, Mind Manipulation, The Fates Are Not Nice, Whump, Existential Crisis, gods being assholes, Kind Persephone (Hadestown), Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Folly | r4tmaid needs a hug, Folly | r4tmaid gets a hug, Code and Reality and the nuances therein, Horror, eldritch horror, Oblivious Rat | doctor4t, Poolfish (Content SMP), Near Death Experiences, rated T for everyone is getting traumatized by the gods (even the gods themselves) Series: Part 2 of Gut and Idyll Summary:

Hades is an old god spurned. Orpheus and Rat are builders after the same heart. Folly isn't much of anything for certain yet (but oh, she could be, couldn't she?), and the winds -The Wind- that of the fates blow like tides... in and out and over and over and over...

~ A (technically) continuation of my AU where Orpheus and Eurydice escape to the Neverend, and all the consequences that follow. Featuring actual CSMP characters this time!

(Can be read without knowledge of Hadestown or first work in series, but I as the author would recommend both of those pieces of media :D)

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by @theworldmaps_

my biggest creative passion in life is ‘the project I’m not supposed to be working on right now’

“Are you the witch who turned eleven princes into swans?”

The old woman stared at the figure on the front step of her cottage and considered her options. It was the kind of question usually backed up by a mob with meaningful torches, and it was the kind of question she tried to avoid.

Coming from a single dusty, tired housewife, it should’ve held no terrors.

“You a cop?”

The housewife twisted the hem of her apron. “No,” she muttered. “I’m a swan.”

A raven croaked somewhere in the woods. Wind whispered in the autumn leaves.

Then: “I think I can guess,” the old woman said slowly. “Husband stole your swan skin and forced you to marry him?”

A nod.

“And you can’t turn back into a swan until you find your skin again.”

A nod.

“But I reckon he’s hidden it, or burned it, or keeps it locked up so you can’t touch it.”

A tiny, miserable nod.

“And then you hear that old Granny Rothbart who lives out in the woods is really a batty old witch whose father taught her how to turn princes into swans,” the old woman sighed. “And you think, ‘Hey, stuff the old skin, I can just turn into a swan again this way.’

“But even if that was true – which I haven’t said if it is or if it isn’t – I’d say that I can only do it to make people miserable. I’m an awful person. I can’t do it out of the goodness of my heart. I have no goodness. I can’t use magic to make you feel better. I only wish I could.”

Another pause. “If I was a witch,” she added.

The housewife chewed the inside of her cheek. Then she drew herself up and, for the first time, looked the old woman in the eyes.

“Can you do it to make my husband miserable?”

The old woman considered her options. Then she pulled the wand out from the umbrella stand by the door. It was long, and silver, and a tiny glass swan with open wings stood perched on the tip.

“I can work with that,” said the witch.

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