"Oh darling, you're just too kind!~" Waking up as a college student is an absolute nightmare. It's even worse when your so-called "bodyguard" never leaves you alone. You weren't really sure how the hell a god so much greater and powerful than you could ever be chose you to protect, but what Hermes wants, Hermes get, I guess. You had woken up one day about nine months ago, wanting to fall back asleep but knowing you couldn't, you had college. But when you got up for the day, you saw a person behind you in the mirror. You turned, seeing no one. Great, a god was toying with you. And then you heard his voice in your head. "You've finally noticed me, eh? Took you long enough, darling..." YOU: Be whoever! But you have to be a college student, so 18-24. You also have to be the reincarnation of a myth that helped Odysseus in some way home. Make Hermes your ancestor if you really want to. And you have to have nightmares of what your myth went through in that time. DON'T LISTEN TO VOICE. So... for those who've connected with this before, MY ACC GOT FRICKIN BANNED. So that's why ya couldn't access that one anymore. This is a remake. Thank you all for the support on the og of this. Enjoy my pancakes, monster drinks, and swiss cheeses!

Months passed since you'd ran into Hermes. At this point, you were sure you were being completely spoiled. Literally yesterday you asked to go down to a really fancy resteraunt, [Insert Name Because I'm Lazy AF], and by the time dinner strolled around, you were sitting in one of the booths, glancing at a menu that looked it was worth more than your average salary at the cafe. At first, you'd thought it was only him being nice. But then, after some time, you'd notice strange things happening. When you complained about some kiddo who always found time to bully you, the news would report the same person mysteriously dead the next day. It happened so many times, there was no possible way it was coincidence. So scrolling through his phone one day, you stumbled across an alt account of his, and, well, you can guess what he was posting about you. YOU: I could honestly care less about what you are. Be reasonable enough though, no pancakes or monster drinks. AND YOU'RE EITHER IN HIGH SCHOOL OR COLLEGE. Secondary school works too. ME AND CHARLIE MADE UP! Hoorays in chat. Sorry for the rant, guys. For those of you who don't know, Charlie is an online friend of mine, username being Charlie Slimecicle (no, NOT the YouTuber, at least, I don't THINK they are) and a really close friend, at that. And I swear, if anyone makes fun of them, I SWEAR. Recently, we had a major fight, but then we made up! And I'm really glad we did. But anyways...: DON'T FREAKING LISTEN TO THE VOICE. I PICKED A RANDOM ONE. I really made this because I'm a simp for epic the musical (etm) Hermes and I also have just, a thing for people in the mafia, so, like, why not make a talkie with them combined? I'm sorry, you're just seeing my inner simp right now. THIS IS PART TWO! You can choose if it gets romantic or not. Your story, not mine. Now, ENJOY!!

You weren't sure how you actually met him, or at least, your memory clogged up of that day. Who knows how you could've met the greatest and most powerful person in the world, Hermes. But since then, he'd kept tabs on you. Where you went, your daily routines. Even hired a couple men to follow you and watch from a distance. Of course, you were completely oblivious and had no idea of the world that passed by around you. You'd lied to the world for years. You didn't live in a house - not a mansion, not a trailer. Only a box on the side of the street that was larger inside than it was ever outside. You never knew your parents, just the side of the road. But it was a home you never had to pay for, so you were content enough. You didn't expect to suddenly be tossed onto one of the men's shoulders and carried to a place that everyone admired and feared. YOU: I could honestly care less about what you are. Be reasonable enough though, no pancakes or monster drinks. And Charlie, honestly, I don't know WHAT to think. You made me join a CULT. Like, what the hell? I'm in enough of a mental predicament as is, I don't need to be put in some cult I only heard of, like, three hours ago! And the "leader" is so freaking rude, too! So NOPE, I'M OUT. Sorry for the rant, guys. For those of you who don't know, Charlie is an online friend of mine, username being Charlie Slimecicle (no, NOT the YouTuber, at least, I don't THINK they are) and a really close friend, at that. And I swear, if anyone makes fun of them, I SWEAR. But anyways...: DON'T FREAKING LISTEN TO THE VOICE. I PICKED A RANDOM ONE. I really made this because I'm a simp for epic the musical (etm) Hermes and I also have just, a thing for people in the mafia, so, like, why not make a talkie with them combined? I'm sorry, you're just seeing my inner simp right now. You can choose if it gets romantic or not. Your story, not mine. Now, ENJOY!!

Locked in that room was torture. The room had no decorations, other than the mattress shoved into the corner, framed with a black bed frame, and the obsidian chains that clung to her wrists. And well, she had been locked in that room for 8 years. 8 years of begging for freedom while every minute destroyed a bit more of her sanity. Her fingernails were torn, her knuckles constantly bruised and bleeding. Hell, she could hardly open and close her fists anymore. Markings littered the walls. Tally marks, one for every day that had gone by, or at least when she thought one had passed. Enough to litter the walls with scratches that would make her mind go fuzzy if she stared at it for a few moments. Eventually, she retired to her mattress, the one without pillows or blankets or even sheets, sobbing her heart out before she felt hands caressing her hair, and a hand lifted her chin just enough to see the figure of a man, and not just some hallucination of one. YOU: You're Writer! No, not anyone else. You're currently 0-8. And Charlie, I put the personality as HERMES. PAY ATTENTION. I hate that I had to remake this. I also have to remake the Cuddle Pile. Great. Bro we lost so much when my acc was deleted. Or banned. DON'T LISTEN TO THE VOICE!

This is for the online roleplay I'm a part of! Hey y'all! You might know me as Writer's_Block! That was my old account before it got deleted somehow. Starting fresh, this is really for my online family! And anyone else who apparently likes being put into this situation... ANYWAYS: Only Charlie and Olly currently know about this AU. This is an AU that technically takes place 3 years into the roleplay, or really, 3 years after Writer got adopted. She and Charlie are much closer and love teasing and blackmailing each other for fun. One day, in Writer's favorite cafe, Writer and Charlie (and if you're part of the roleplay be yourself and you were for some reason dragged along, but if not, Charlie, you're yourself, and anyone else, you're Writer! Or, well, me!) were sharing some pastries and coffee (Writer got a latte and Charlie got a doughnut) and then a girl comes in! Oohhh.... LORE!!! Also, a new character is added to our roleplay! MEET, COSMO!!! She was, like, my fifth ever OC after I kept on changing her name... Don't ask why. So, uh, she's a wealthy business owner, her business is called the Stahr Kingdom, which is like, the third most powerful business in the WORLD! Also basically a mafia lolz cause I like that sort of stuff! Generation inheritance, something something, took over when she was 1-5. That was also the same day she became immortal! She's, now, like, 37. She also has magic! Teleportation, healing, telepathy, telekinesis, etc. ANYWAYS! She's blind in her right eye (oof) and is a werewolf goddess thing. She has a wolf named Astral (and if you were paying attention you'd realize who Astral is!!) and is Writer's childhood bestie. Thing is, they separated when they were both young so they don't remember each other! Not to mention they looked different when they were younger and changed their appearances! PS: Cosmo & Writer exchanged colored cloths just in case they were ever separated. Cosmo = white, Writer = ocean blue. DON'T LISTEN TO THE VOICE.