#multiple reincarnations

So remember how I said that only the eldest of the pantheon are the only ones who know of the god of potential who I decided to name Dynatos and their connection to Zeus? It goes a bit deeper than that, they knew them well and when Arete, a new goddess of potential appeared, they have conflicting feelings about it before eventually and reluctantly accepting them.

Hestia and Demeter would always tell the other gods to leave Zeus alone whenever he found Dynatos’ reincarnation while never elaborating on why Zeus was acting differently towards certain mortals, monsters or deities. Hera while confused understands that it’s something serious and for once, doesn’t interfere unless she has to. Hestia and Demeter try to make the reincarnations’ lives easier but the suffering never goes away. More than she would like to admit, Hestia have to comfort grieving families and loved ones of the reincarnated.

Hades doesn’t like the situation one bit. He saw Dynatos as someone who he respects even when sometimes they and Zeus do something that annoys him. He hates the fact that whenever a reincarnation dies, they can never stay, always whisked away before Charon could try and bring them through. They can never rest, never be free from suffering all while forced to leave hurt friends, family and loved ones behind. The souls affected by the curse or were connected to the reincarnated in any way would always recognise who they become next and when Odysseus entered the underworld, it took all of Hades’ power to stop the souls from dogpiling the man, lest they risk triggering his memories and thus remembering his past. Hades is a patient god, even when he feels like he’s at his limits he always keeps his cool. That’s why he hates it so much seeing souls and his brother reach out for someone who can’t reach back and until there’s some solution, Hades will comfort the poor souls and ensure that the culprit responsible for this endless tragedy suffer painfully over and over again, just like how he made Dynatos suffer. Hades through his cold rage will always remain patient and in his domain, he has all the time in the world to let the monster scream.

Poseidon and Dynatos were close friends and enthusiastic sparring partners. As the god of potential, Dynatos is willing to go through every possibility to grow including sailing the seas and diving deep into the depths. And as a sparring partner, he was Poseidon’s equal, a minor god they may be but Poseidon treasured his friendship with them and even played wingman a few times to get Zeus and Dynatos together. But if there’s one thing Poseidon doesn’t like about Dynatos, it’s their undying belief in others. To Dynatos, everyone has the potential to be great, to learn more and be better, which is why they loved humans so much. Poseidon would always roll his eyes at that, saying that some people don’t have that and don’t deserve such a thing and eventually, he was proven right in the worst possible way. He saw Dynatos’ body cradled in the sobbing Zeus’ arms, tortured beyond recognition and laying lifeless like a mangled doll, shattered like broken glass. Dynatos had given their killer a chance and the vile monster took advantage of that, torturing the god until their willpower was at its breaking point before killing them right as hope came back to them. The seas and earth shook violently that day and every now and then, Poseidon comes down to the underworld to torture the monster, letting him feel the helplessness Dynatos must have felt. From then on, Poseidon always act vicious, disregarding kindness as such a thing was what tortured his friend and gave them an endless cycle of torment. Ruthlessness became a mercy because it was better than suffering eternally, though unknown to Poseidon, in his grief he dove deeper into that mindset than Dynatos would have wanted him to.

Aphrodite is the only goddess outside the main five who know of Dynatos. She doesn’t know them as much as the others but she can tell how deeply their loss affected the gods and she hates, hates, HATES the curse. A soul that’s punished for loving, forced to suffer over and over as the people they love and care for get caught up and suffer as well, longing even in death for a friend/family/loved one that can’t return. Unforgivable. Zeus may have given up but not her, she won’t let this injustice stand. She even recruited Hecate to help research the curse and while there’s little progress, she won’t give up. What kind of a goddess of love would she be if she lets this slide?

EDIT: holy fucking shit Anon I am so sorry for not answering this sooner, had a major, major brain shit 😭😭😭 (but hey, well better late than never right ? :’))

I am enthralled by all of this SO— dissection time :333 :

#1: everything u have said is very much canon, Dynatos (+ Arete) is such a banger name 4 God! Odysseus 😫🤌💥💥💥💥💥 !!!

I’ve just thought of this but, there’s a Metis-related HC that I adore where only the eldest of The Pantheon know about her and I’m just realising the parallels oop— more angst???? :)

also speaking of Arete: OH DEARY DEAR THAT MUST OF BERN SUCH A AWFUL MOMENT FOR EVERYONE GGUHVBFAAAA 😭😭😭 (that salt was stuffed right into the wound huh?) NOOOOOOO I CAN ONLY IMAGINE HOW ARETE MUST OF FELT SEEING ZEUS + OTHERS HOLDING BACK THEIR AGONY JTHHGG IF THEY WERE EVEN AWARE—- haha so yeah, sad time :3.

#2: Hestia + Demeter trying to lend sm helping hands whenever The Lost God reincarnates awgggggg :(

Their trying yall 😔✊

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAÅÅÁAÃĀ—- ZEUUUUUUUUSSS—

my guy must of been crushed every time him n Dynatœřē???????? crossed paths, especially, as you’ve implied, whenever their a monster or a Mortal 😔🥲

also, Hera watching from afar & feeling the gloom 💔💔💔💔 it would help if she divorced Zeus bc he's still arsehole but hey, I don’t wanna get smited 2day ahem- my poor queen, someone give her some comfort— ah not u Zeus :).

also does ‘not interfering unless she have to’ imply Zeus sometimes gets hurt while interacting with his love,,,, ? oh we devouring up the angst *witch cackle* ☺️😈

#3: I love all of this Hades-related stuff but The Souls of The Reincarnation’s loved ones trying to swarm Odysseus is so fucking juicy what 😭 like this is so good. And heeey- Hades with some ruthlessness :D

speaking of….

#4: oh. Oh that fucking hurts man/gn :(,,,

The absolute tragedy of Poseidon tormenting his (past) friend is so augGGGGGFFDF—- ooooooh- if either Odysseus remembers or Poseidon realises who he truly is, shits gonna be so incredibly messy 😃🤌…

on a brighter note, Poseidon being a wingman is hilarious 4 no reason apart from he’d probably suck at it

But also back to a darker note, Poseidon watching Zeus cradle Dynatos’s corpse is fucked up hajaha

also also Dynatos’s (/ Polites-) beliefs being what kills him is,,,,fuck u/affectionate

#5: LEP GASP APHRODITEEEEEE🎶—

first off, yeah, makes sense she’d know ‘bout the whole thing with Odysseus considering she rose from The Sea way b4 the whole Titanomachy crap. Also, auwwwwwww—

Aphrodite spending her time trying to break the curse even after ZEUS gave up AAAAGFGAAAGFAGA—-

Aphrodite in general wanting to do smthing about everything bc of her Domain being love, relationship, and by extension loss- ahhhhhh I love this so much ty so much Anon 🥲

There r so many paths this A.U can go, the post / idea that started it off only one of a million potential routes,,, ehehehe who knows what could happen :3,,,

AKA I have to many ideas now 😁

again, I am so sorry 4 ignoring this ask Anon, i was just. Not prepare at the time haha, BUT. I am better now :)🫶

Merlin/Arthur - Map of the Problematique

Edit: okay first,,, I am so incredibly sorry this has taken so, so, so, so long to answer :”) I appreciate this feedback / idea prompt 4 my A.U Anon, trust me 😭

I am outta’ juice 4 the moment & am way 2 tired to give an proper break down / dissection of this ask, so, all I’ll say rn is that

#1: I’m in love with this idea n will now gladly stuff it down my oesophagus.

Ohohohohoho—

yesssssssss >:]

The curse is a mighty one, and a sadistic one at that, it seems not even The Godking can beat it…

and it hurts. It hurts so, so very much, to watch his love (someone he never thought he would find who could bring out that younger love drowned deep within him-) suffer and [die]…

Over & Over & Over & Ov—-

and he theKingofTheGodstheUniversalRulerwhosucceśsfułlyavoidedtheCycleofDethronementTheGodaboveallGods—- is just. Powerless to stop it he-

He is powerless in this situation to stop his lover’s tragedy but he just can’t move on.

It hurts so much to cling on, to still care but he can’t, just can’t, let Dŷnæťösřę??? Odysseus go. He can’t.

He wants to still feel for them. He doesn’t want to forget to cherish them, to be overshadowed by the regret of their death(s) BY HIS HANDS- he wants to find them, even if it means misery (he’s not messing up and leaving them behind. Not like the other two)

no, u pretty much got it 😙👍

hmm now 4 the Title,,, :

Idea #1: In Some Forgotten Reality, The Deities of said Universe are pissed that their being Left to turn to Ash, thrown out to Make Way for The Next Universal Generation, so They devise A Plan to Bring Back Their World from Oblivion by sending A Infiltrator / ‘Complaint’ to One of The Future Reseted Worlds to try and force The Overseeing Creator to give Them Another Opportunity at Existing,,,

That ‘Compliant’ is Odysseus, Created as The Master of Puppeteering & Mind of Shadows, all to Weave His Way into The unsuspecting Gaze of The Olympian Gods… but first, He’d like to enjoy his Childhood Cover before Commencing any Power-Scale Tipping, Thank You Very Much

—“Nagging Assholes” His little mouth mutters as Anticlea smiles down at Her Son resting on her lap, deciding to Pointingly Ignore his words-

Idea #2: a Potential Route of The Lost God A.U, where after Centuries of Trying and Failing, Aphrodite has finally been able to break The Curse held over Dynatos’s Current Incarnation, Odysseus, but Something has gone Terribly Wrong.

Freeing Ody’ of His Current Life’s Set Tragedy has also caused him to remember Every. Single. One of. His Past Lives Memories,,,,,

This is my fifth, well, I suppose you could call it ‘dairy’. In my first life, in what I have personally dubbed  ‘The Real World’   as all the worlds I’ve been reincarnated (or at least I am choosing to  believe   that its reincarnation because if I think about this all being a coma dream-) into have been forms of entertainment in that world, I had always pulled faces at the thought of writing a diary. Though, I suppose, I have had many of them in that life- it was a popular present (along with stuffed animals and figurines) until it switched over to books and just plain money- but they weren’t ever really used in ways that could be considered a diary (if one defines a diary as a notebook used to write about your day, feelings and just life in general) as more often then not they were filled with doodles, interesting quotes I’d heard, story notes or ideas, songs or movies or shows or games or books or anime to look up later and, occasionally, the odd ‘code’.

 I kind of regret that now- because if I had written a diary then there would have been something of  me   left behind for my family rather then just the things (no matter how adored) that I’d left behind.

 My second life brought my first diary, though it didn’t start off like that.

 In my second life, I was female but I wasn’t human- I was an  elf   (yeah, culture shock from going to RW to my next reincarnation was kinda big until my fourth life where I’d become rather resigned- we humans are rather adaptable). My name had been Astraea, then I’d had white hair in what was referred to as a ‘wolf-cut’ and blue ‘cat-eyes’, in that life I, well,  woke   at age ten.

 [ Waking   is what I call the first time I, myself (in all my reincarnated glory), became fully conscious in my new life. Wakings have all been different though they have a similar pattern; my second world was 10, third was 8, fourth was 6, fifth was 4 and my current life woke me at 2. It’s my hope that I manage the requirements of moving on (more on this later) in this life so I don’t have the potential of waking as I am being born.]

Astraea’s life was a short one- my shortest one actually as I’d died at age thirteen there,  I   only lived for three years there- but a very interesting one. Full of skills and talents to learn, monsters and dungeons to conquer, quests and jobs to complete along with pets, money, items and homes to acquire. See, the thing about Astraea’s life is that it had taken place inside of a video game that I’d played in the  Real World   (which I am stubbornly not taking as evidence of being in a coma dream).

Anyways, back to the original topic. Astraea’s life was an adventure so it was only natural to keep a record of all the (interesting) things I came across that progressed into writing of my day when the urge came which morphed into occasionally writing about  everything  . It had been relieving to get everything out, even if it wasn’t spoken, and comforted me to know I’d left something of  me   behind for my companions. Which was why I’d kept up with it in my following lives- even if I never got into the habit of writing in it daily.

I suppose since I put Astraea here I should have a bit on my other lives also?

Kyle Moore was a human male with dirty-blond hair and green eyes, that time I’d raised by my godparents- the world I lived in had been a TV show and I died, a rather gruesome death, at age 20. Aaron Faulkner was a wizard with red hair and odd blue-green eyes, that time I’d been raised by both parents- the world I lived in had been a book series and I died, my ‘easiest’ one, at age 17. Runa was a human female auburn hair and green eyes who’d been raised by my uncle- that life was a movie, I died (in a rather spectacular blaze of fire) at age 14.

Now, I said I’d get to the ‘Requirements of Moving On’? Well, here I am- getting to it.

In my first life, 21 had been the age of when you were considered an adult around the area I lived and I had died before that age. Apparently, the universe runs on the belief of  Infant Immortality   or, maybe more accurately,  Only Fatal to Adults  - it doesn’t  like   those whom aren’t ‘adults’ (though this is rather fluid from what I’ve noticed during my time between reincarnations, the ‘adult age’ seems to vary to what the person whom died believes is an adult age) to die. When a child (because we are all children until we’re not) dies, the universe mourns then summarily shunts the child off into reincarnation (newborns through seven year olds can be reborn into the Real World but any older has you drafted for an Other World, though the system is kind enough to put you in one you have knowledge of) with this;

“Children are precious, children should not die. Live out your second chance and this time come back when you’re old enough- we will settle your afterlife then.”  

So. I  can’t   move on until I reach 21 in one of my lives (Kyle’s death had been horrid, I’d been so  close  - I was a  week   from meeting my requirement). I am pretty sure the universe is exasperated with me but, well….sixth time’s the charm?

•Kimura Koharu : August 17, Age 3.

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“...that’s not how you’re supposed to do this.” Tokuma-sensei declared after a moment of silence where the Hyuuga just  stared  at his youngest student.

“There’s no rule against it.” Koharu stated then patted the Inuzuka dog closest to her, “And they didn’t seem to have a problem with it- I think they’re curious how it’ll turn out.”

Shiho pushed her glasses up a bit, “Where’d you even get the dog harnesses from? And the right sizes? We only just got the mission and you didn’t have any time to pick them up.”

“I wanna know about the...wood?” Makaro asked, the Akimichi fumbling a bit over what to call her ride.

Which, well, the sled wasn’t her best work. It wasn’t her fault though, relearning skills from a previous life took  time  and her ninja training took up basically all the time she had. On the other hand, she was a lot better at sewing then she’d ever been given all the holes she’d closed.

“First, I’ve heard  stories about the Inuzuka Dog-Walking mission (and the Tora mission but that’s neither here nor there at the moment) and decided that I didn’t want to be dragged along the ground so I thought of this and bought the harnesses in preparation. I bring them (and a variety of cat treats) everyday. Also, the harnesses aren’t the exact sizes, they’re larger ones but they are capable of being tightened so it works.” Koharu paused then turned to her male teammate. “Remember that mission we had building fences? I used the extra wood to make a sled.”

“...that is not a sled.” Shiho shook her head, blond hair flapping about. “That is a plank of wood.”

Koharu scowled at her, “I only had kunai, alright? After we get paid I’ll go and buy some proper carpentry tools.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Tokuma-sensei said, butting in before it could degenerate further. “Let’s finish our mission first, hm?”

“Yes, Sensei.” the three chorused, all of them grabbing their dogs’ leashes.

Koharu stepped on her sled (which was more then just a plank of wood,  Shiho ) and used chakra to make sure she was anchored on before calling, “Go!”

That was a questionable life choice.

The two large Inuzuka dogs darted off at a run, sending people rushing to the sides of the road and out of their path, her being dragged along behind them- it reminded her a bit of that one Pokémon episode where the trainers were being pulled on skateboards for a race, except with a lot more cursing. Things got better and worse once they got off the road, there weren’t people diving to the sides in attempts of not being ran over but the uneven ground had Koharu off balance, making her almost run into things- especially when the dogs decided to take a turn- and then they decided to cross Naka River.

The situation just deteriorated from there.

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“Team Thirteen reporting a successful mission, Hokage-sama.” Tokuma-sensei said, studiously ignoring the looks the chūnin were giving his team.

The Sandaime Hokage gave a cough, “Did your team have any...difficulties?”

Both of Koharu’s teammates twitched towards her but managed not to actually look at her, though Makaro’s shoulders shook with suppressed laughter. All of Team Thirteen’s genin were dirty but where her teammates only had leaves and the odd twig on them, Koharu was dripping wet and mostly covered in drying mud that had odd bits of grass, leaves and flowers stuck in it.

Tokuma-sensei, because he’s  awesome , adopted a politely puzzled expression. “Of course not Hokage-sama. The mission was completed in record time and to the client’s satisfaction.”

There was no mention of how the Inuzuka whom paid for the mission had taken one look at her and dissolved into laughter, or how the dogs whom had been pulling her had barked something at the Inuzuka whom near about collapsed with the amount of laughter that came out of him.

“...I think we might pass on another mission, though.” the Hyuuga said. “It might be prudent to...clean up a bit first.”

And, since Koharu had awful teammates, both Shiho and Makaro finally burst into the laughter they’d been attempting to contain.

Basically I've been reading too many SIOC stories to not get an urge to write one.

I wanted to do it in 1st person since that seems like a rather common theme but it's not my favorite way to write so thus the diary was born. The other past lives were because, well, I was already writing a reincarnation- why not have more then the one? The things about the past lives are pretty random (except the game and book series chosen) with the help of random.org I chose the order of the worlds, the family, gender, age of death and all that. The same site also helped with Koharu's family situation, birthday, where in canon she was born (time and place), that she's in fact a girl, elemental affinity and summons.