#; * verse: royal. ( apollo )

[floorgazing]

closed starter — @myplutoisms

sat next to his younger brother in the study, which apollo was entirely uninvited to join him in, he sits with his head tipped to stare at the chandelier, a dreamy look on his face. "this is the summer, you know. this is the one." mhm. "i know she hates me, but, but, not for long. i've been paying attention, you know. she's always got paint on her fingers. she's always got this journal when she's ignoring me too, i thought it was a diary when we were little, but —" right, yeah. "right! i think there might actually be stories in there. isn't that so great? she's so creative. i bet she'll tell our kids stories. oh, i think i'd want to name a child... leo. brave and strong, like a lion." okay.

"that project i've been working on, you know, the room in the far west wing?" this is the point of what he's been saying, the end of the absolute yapping he's been subjecting him to — in some form of grand romantic gesture, he's been putting together an artist's studio for naomi to have, here, in their castle, for when they're wed. it's full of large windows for natural light, reference books, plants, easels, expensive paints and supplies, a desk to write at. the entire thing has been hush hush, a secret from even aris, only personnel he approves going in to set up the room. it's probably the most thoughtful thing apollo's ever done for anyone and he's wildly proud of it, but... he doesn't get the sense aris cares very much. he lets himself go quiet, aris scribbling away, doing... whatever, and apollo crosses his arms, glaring. "you know what? you don't care. obviously. i'm not going to tell you." petulant. defeated. he's pouting, chin dropped onto the table now.

[11queensupreme11]

Hello queen, sorry but I wanted to know how the yanderes would react to knowing that technically Percy is considered a bastard girl and not a princess since Poseidon was married to Amphitrite and she already had sons and daughters with her and she is not technically a princess, her sisters are and she is not very loved by her father's family (amphitrite, Triton and her daughters Rhodes and Cimponela) And that Percy Poseidon technically "abandoned" her even before she was born and that she has practically only seen him like 5 times and most of them were so that she either went on a mission or had just finished Upon returning from a mission and that Percy knows how to fight technically, Poseidon, Apollo and Hades do not believe her capable of even handling a knife well.😆

THEY WOULD BE SO PISSED LMAOOO like "wdym the princess isn't a princess, that's not funny, don't lie to me 😡"

and yes, they ALL would be pissed. ALL OF THEM.

it's not just a title to them, being part of the royal family means a life of privilege and safety, and if percy was never declared a princess in the pjo verse, than that means she has NO privilege of safety. they really just got this girl out in the wild (new york) fighting for her life 24/7 LMAO

poseidon would be the most pissed for obvious reasons. he does not care if she's a bastard child (and also dare you call my baby that 😡🔱), she should be a princess in his eyes!!! she's better than all the other dumb kids his stupid counterpart has! and he'd be so pissed that she's fighting too, like his baby is supposed to be a princess doing princessy things!!! not fighting! percy's the star of all of these quests and she quite literally has no choice BUT to go, but he doesn't care, he'd demand someone else go cuz he's not putting his baby in danger!!!

(don't even mention the fact that pjo!poseidon's other demigod kids were born into royalty from the mom's side so they were all princes too whereas percy's really just that one Commoner Kid poseidon has LMAOOOO 😭😭😭 she's the peasant of the family 😂)

if hades had a heart, he'd be clutching it and having a heart attack. okay, percy's not a princess? fine, okay, he's not happy but whatever. BUT IF YOU TELL HIM THAT SHE'S OUT THERE FIGHTING BECAUSE SHE'S A DEMIGOD, AND THAT'S JUST WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A DEMIGOD IN THAT WORLD???? lmao he is putting his foot DOWN 😤😤😤 girls should not be fighting! they should be locked away under the protection of their family because they need to be safe!!! and percy's just a baby 🥺 she shouldn't be exposed to violence 🥺🥺🥺 (he'll deadass say that while percy's drowning a horde of monsters behind him 😭)

apollo is screaming, crying, and throwing up like "the love of my life... is a PEASANT??? NOOOOO 😭😭😭😭" percy: it's really not that bad--"WHY MUST LIFE BE SO UNFAIR TO HER???? NOOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭" he'd be going on and on about how he would treat her SO well and give her the life she deserves, and she's just going all "please don't" but he wouldn't listen 💀

beelzebub already knows of this, she told him as much. she never outright told him that she has no royal title, but cmon he went to new york with her and she showed him the shitty apartment she used to live in 💀 it was very easy for him to figure out that she's a fucking peasant 😭. so yeah, the whole princess thing isn't a big deal to him, but he thinks it's unfair that most of poseidon's other demigod sons had higher status and percy's just That Broke Bitch 😭 percy also vaguely told him about the monsters too, but when he ACTUALLY sees how bad it is (+ quests + wars) he's gonna freak out and kidnap her away 💀

loki would laugh at her for being a peasant LMAOOOOO 💀 im sorry but he really would 😭😭😭😭 so yeah, he wouldn't care that she wasn't a princess, he'd probably make fun of her and get annoyed when it doesn't bug her. she genuinely does not care about royal titles so nice try loki 💀 he will, however, sing a different tune once the monster attacks and quests start rolling in. he'd be pissed and flabbergasted like "WHY do all these stupid prophecies keep involving you?! it's not like you're special or anything!!!" once it dawns on him that she truly is The Main Character, he's gonna freak out too because "holy shit hahaha this is kinda dangerous for you, maybe i should kidnap you away?? 🙃"

anubis would feel upset that she's not a princess (his nickname for her is "Tiny Princess" btw guys!!!! 🥺🥺🥺) but he'll just go "don't worry babe, you're still MY tiny princess no matter what they say!!! 🥰💖💖💖" and he actually wouldn't mind the quests, monster attacks, etc. he'd watch her fight and be like "woooooow she's so cool 😃" until she gets an owie 💀💀💀💀 then it finally clicks in his head that oh no she could die, and that's when he really becomes feral. he'd probably jump in and destroy whatever hurt her (let it be a monster, a random root she tripped on, or maybe some young camper accidentally misaims during archery class and grazes her). he's destroying it regardless and hauling her back to his palace like "*sniff sniff* Tiny Princess... 🥺🥺🥺🥺 are you okay???? 🥺🥺🥺" and she'd be like "anubis... i tripped on a rock" "I KNEW THAT WORLD WAS TOO DANGEROUS FOR YOU, I'M SUCH A BAD MATE IM SORRY 😭😭😭😭 💔"

(also, wait lmao, you know the whole lamia thing and how she set a curse so that all monsters would be able to sniff out demigods??? ANUBIS WOULD BE PERFECT FOR THIS CUZ HE COULD JUST SCENT HER LIKE IN THOSE OMEGAVERSE FICS LMAOOOOOO)

[gingermintpepper]

As usual I read your tags always and so you said Apollo did not ask for resurrection of Asclepius and Hyacinthus so i just wanted to share this. About Asclepius death I read it on theoi.com, that earlier authors don't make him resurrect as a god but that's a later development mentioned only by Roman authors like Cicero, Hyginus and Ovid. But still Apollo has a role in Ovid's version

Ovid, Fasti 6. 735 ff (trans.Boyle) (Roman poetry C1st B.C. to C1st A.D.) : Clymenus [Haides] and Clotho resent the threads of life respun and death's royal rights diminished. Jove [Zeus] feared the precedent and aimed his thunderbolt at the man who employed excessive art. Phoebus [Apollon], you whined. He is a god; smile at your father, who, for your sake, undoes his prohibitions [i.e. when he obtains immortality for Asklepios].

So here it is actually because of Apollo the decision was taken to resurrect him as god. And with Hyacinthus, I don't think I've read about Artemis playing the primary role. I know in Sparta there was a picture of Artemis, Athena and Aphrodite carrying Hyacinthus and his sister to heaven.

This is not on theoi.com but I saw on Tumblr it's from Dionysiaca by Nonnus

Second, my lord Oiagros wove a winding lay, as the father of Orpheus who has the Muse his boon companion. Only a couple of verses he sang, a ditty of Phoibos, clearspoken in few words after some Amyclaian style: Apollo brought to life again his longhaired Hyacinthos: Staphylos will be made to live for aye by Dionysos.

So since he is singing inspired by amyclean stories it probably means in that place it was believed Apollo was the one to bring back his lover to life.

Apollo as god of order was very important so i think it shows how special these people (and admetus too) were to him that he decided to go against the order for them 🥺

ANON!! Shakes you like a bottle of ramune!! BELOVED ANON!!!!! I'm littering your face with kisses, I'm anointing you with olive oil and honey - you absolutely made my night with this because, not only did I get the pure serotonin shot of having someone interact with my tags (yippee, wahoo!!) I also got to have that wonderful feeling of "oh wow, have I misunderstood something that was integral to my understanding of this myth/figure this whole time or is this a case of interpretational differences?" which is imo vital for my aims and interests as someone who enjoys mythological content and literature.

I'll preface my response with this: Hyacinthus is by far the hardest of these to get accounts for because his revival itself, as you very astutely point out, is generally accounted for in painting/ritual format which muddies the waters on who interceded for what. I wasn't actually familiar with that passage from the Argonautica - and certainly didn't remember it so thank you very much for bringing it to my attention!

That said, what I've come to understand, both about Hyacinthus and about Asclepius is that in the accounts of their deaths, Apollo's position is startlingly clear.

For Hyacinthus, it is established time and again that Apollo would have sacrificed everything for him - his status, his power, his very own immortality and divinity. Ovid writes that Apollo would have installed him as a god if only he had the time:

(Ovid. Metamorphoses. Book X. trans. Johnston)

Many other writers too speak of how Apollo abandoned his lyre and his seat at Delphi to spend his days with Hyacinthus, but they also all agree that when it came to his death - he was powerless. Ovid gives that graphic account of Apollo's desperation as he tries all his healing arts to save him to no avail:

(Ovid, Metamorphoses Book X. Apollo me boy, methinks him dead. trans Johnston)

Bion, in one of his fragments, writes that Apollo was "dumb" upon seeing Hyacinthus' agony:

(Bion, The Bucolic Poets. Fragment XI. trans Edmonds)

Even Nonnus in the Dionysiaca speaks constantly of Apollo's helplessness in the face of Hyacinthus' fate where he writes that the god still shivers if a westward wind blows upon an iris:

and when Zephyros breathed through the flowery garden, Apollo turned a quick eye upon his young darling, his yearning never satisfied; if he saw the plant beaten by the breezes, he remembered the quoit, and trembled for fear the wind, so jealous once about the boy, might hate him even in a leaf...

(Nonnus, Dionysiaca, Book 3. trans Rouse)

And the point here is just that - Apollo, at least as far as I've read, cannot avert someone's death. He simply can't. Once they're already dead - once Fate has cut their string - all Apollo's power is gone and he can do nothing no matter how much he wants to. And this is, as far as I know, supported with the accounts of Asclepius as well!

Since you specifically brought up Ovid's account, I'll also stick only to Ovid's account but in Metamorphoses when we get Ovid's version of Coronis' demise, he writes that Apollo intensely and immediately regrets slaughtering Coronis. He regrets it so intensely that he, like he does with Hyacinthus, does his best to resuscitate her:

(Ovid, Metamorphoses Book Two. Apollo's regret)

And like Hyacinthus, when it becomes clear that what has happened cannot be undone, Apollo wails:

(Ovid, Metamorphoses Book Two. Apollo wept.)

Unlike his mother, Asclepius in her womb had not yet died and so, with the last of Apollo's strength, he does manage, at least, to save him.

(Ovid, Metamorphoses Book Two. Apollo puts the 'tearing out' in Asclepius.)

But it goes further than even that because Ocyrhoe, Chiron's daughter, a prophetess who unduly gained the ability to directly proclaim the secrets of the Fates, upon seeing the baby Asclepius, immediately prophesies his glory, his inevitable death and then his fated ascension:

(Ovid. Metamorphoses, Book Two. Ocyrhoe's prophecy. trans Johnston)

Before she too succumbs to her hubris and is transformed by the Fates into a horse so she can no longer speak secrets that aren't hers to share.

These things ultimately are important because it establishes two very important things: 1) Apollo can't do anything in the face of the ultimate Fate of mortals, which is, of course, death and 2) even when Apollo is Actively Devastated, regretful, yearning, mournful, guilty or some unholy combination of all of the above, when someone is dead, he accepts that they are gone. Even if he is devastated by it, even if he'll cry all the rest of his days about it - if they're dead? Apollo lets them go. In Fasti, when Zeus brings Asclepius back, he does not say Apollo asked him to - Zeus, or well, in this case Jove, brings Asclepius back because he wants Apollo to stop being mad at him.

(Ovid, Fasti VI. Apollo please come home your father misses you. trans. A.S Kline)

Even Boyle's translation which you used above in your findings hints that Zeus made Asclepius a god because he wanted Apollo to stop grieving. (i.e 'smile at your father', 'for your sake [he] undoes his prohibitions')

And like, Apollo was deeply upset by Asclepius' death - apart from killing the Cyclops in anger, in book 4 of the Argonautica, Apollonius writes that the Celts believe the stream of Eridanus to be the tears Apollo shed over the death of Asclepius when he left for Hyperborea after being chastised by Zeus for killing his Cyclops:

But the Celts have attached this story to them, that these are the tears of Leto's son, Apollo, that are borne along by the eddies, the countless tears that he shed aforetime when he came to the sacred race of the Hyperboreans and left shining heaven at the chiding of his father, being in wrath concerning his son whom divine Coronis bare in bright Lacereia at the mouth of Amyrus.

It all paints a very clear picture to me. Apollo did not ask for either of them to be brought back. Though bringing them back certainly pleased and delighted him, they are actions of other gods who are moved by Apollo's grief and mourning and seek to mollify him. Him not asking doesn't mean he didn't want them back which I think is a very important distinction by the by, but it simply means that Apollo knows the natural order of things and, even if it hurts, he isn't going to press his luck about it.

Which, of course, brings us to Admetus. And I'm really not going to overcomplicate this, Admetus is different because, very vitally, Admetus is not dead. Apollo can't do a thing once Fate has been carried out and Death has claimed a mortal but you know what he absolutely can do? Bargain like hell with the Fates before that point of inevitability. And that's what he does, ultimately for Admetus and Alcestis. He sought to prolong Admetus' life, not revive him from death or absolve him from death altogether and even after getting the Fates drunk, he's still only able to organise a sacrifice - a life for a life - something completely contingent on whether some other mortal would be willing to die in Admetus' place and not at all controllable by Apollo's own power.

All of these things, I think come back to that point you made - that Apollo's place as a god of order is very important and therefore these people are very special to him if it means he's willing to go against that order but, I also wish to challenge that opinion if you'd let me. Apollo's place as a god of order is very important and therefore, I would argue, that it is even more important that it is shown that he does not break the divine order, especially for the people that mean the most to him. The original context of my comments which started this conversation were on this lovely, lovely post by @hyacinthusmemorial which contemplated upon Asclepius from the perspective of an Emergency Medical personnel and included, in their tags, the very poignant lines "there's something about Apollo letting go when Asclepius couldn't that eats my heart away" and "you do what you can, you do your best, but you don't ever reach too far" and I think that's perfectly embodied with the Apollo-Asclepius dichotomy. Apollo grieves. He wails, he cries, he does his best each and every time to save that which is precious to him but he does not curse their nature, he does not resent that they are human and ultimately, he accepts that that which is mortal must inevitably die. There is nothing that so saliently proves that those who uphold rules are also their most staunch followers - if Apollo wants to delight in his place as Fate's mouthpiece, he cannot undo Fate. And, if even the god of healing and order himself cannot undo death, what right does Asclepius, mortal as he is, talented as he is, have to disrespect it?

The beauty of these stories isn't that Apollo loved them enough to bring them back. The beauty is that Apollo loved them enough to let them go.

[wrongcaitlyn]

wrongcaitlyn masterlist

decided to make this for anyone coming from greatest of luxuries or new to my works in general, in case anyone wants to check out my other stuff! my ao3

my name's tawny (not caitlyn, lmao, that's actually from caitlyn kiramman from arcane), i use she/her pronouns, and i write pjo and arcane fics! i also read a lot of fanfic, so if you'd like some recs, check out my 2024 fic rec masterlist :)

asks are open, i love rambling abt any of these fics (or general fandom stuff) <3

i currently have one main wip that i'm working on:

the greatest of luxuries (is your secrets): solangelo, part of the dear reader series, popstar!nico, and a sequel to talk your talk. updates every sunday!

other ongoing wip's:

checkmate, i couldn't lose: solangelo, hs/nerds/academic rivals (sort of) au, road trip with lots of fluff

i can fix him (woah, maybe i can't): solangelo, renegades au (so like, superheroes and villains), enemies to lovers (sort of) + secret identities

and several completed fics (both multi-chaps and one-shots)!

PJO COMPLETED FICS

dear reader series - popstar au - talk your talk and go viral (i just need this love spiral) - 34 ch, 145k words, solangelo - still hoping that the fire won't burn me (just one time) - one-shot, 11.1k, valgrace - forever going with the flow (but you're friction) - 2 ch, 17.1k words, fierrochase - you don't need to save me (but would you run away with me) - one-shot, 6k words, shelper - still look at you (like the stars that shine) - one-shot, 7.4k words, rachel

keep your eyes open series - hunger games au - staying on guard (every lesson forms a new scar) - 6 ch, 40.2k words, solangelo, MCD - i've got a lot to pine about (a lot to live without) - one-shot, 2.2k words, solangelo/will solace-centric, graphic depictions of violence, psychological torture

because i'm a mirrorball series - will solace-centric, canon-verse - i've never been a natural (all i do is try, try, try) - one-shot, 10k words, will solace from pre-tlt to botl, not tsats compliant (written before that was released and my own version of will solace lore) - i'm still a believer (but i don't know why) - one-shot, 9.2k words, will solace from botl to tlo, not tsats compliant, canonical MCD - when i break, it's in a million pieces - one-shot, 1.7k words, will solace-centric, battle of manhattan aftermath, all canon/tsats compliant - i'm still tryin' everything (to get you laughing at me) - one-shot, 3.5k words, solangelo from ttc to end of boo, mostly tsats compliant - i'm still on my tallest tiptoes (shinin' just for you) - one-shot, 2k words, solangelo during toa, all canon/tsats compliant - all along there was some invisible string (tying you to me) - one-shot, 1.3k words, solangelo pre-toa, missing scene that's referenced in tsats (their first kiss), all canon/tsats compliant

god, i'm actually invested (haven't even met him) - one-shot, 5.7k words, solangelo au where nico goes to camp jupiter after the giant war instead of staying at camp half-blood, and will meets him years later when going to new rome university

so american - one-shot, 9.6k words, solangelo fame au (country singer will & actor nico)

let's go (battle royale) - one-shot, 7k words, solangelo fortnite streamers au, lots of references to the greek gods-themed season

on a wednesday in a cafe - one-shot, 2.3k words, solangelo college/coffee shop au, an absurd amount of taylor swift song references

like i'd be saved by a perfect kiss - one-shot, 1.1k words, aroace reyna-centric during toa, reyna's pov of rejecting apollo

i'm a mess (but i'm the mess that you wanted) - one-shot, 5.1k, solangelo arcane/timebomb au, nico as jinx and will as ekko but canon divergent from what actually happens in arcane (you don't need to watch arcane to understand it though)

midnights become my afternoons - one-shot, 3.3k words, aroace leo-centric on the argo II, with a bit of leo & nico friendship, canon compliant

ARCANE COMPLETED FICS

dream of some epiphany - one-shot, 1.7k words, caitlyn character study, her thoughts after she takes out the knife in the fight against ambessa and then after the battle

MARAUDERS COMPLETED FICS

reputation (regulus' version) series - celebrity au - starry eyes (sparking up my darkest night) - 16 ch, 113k words, regulus as rep era taylor swift au, james as joe, marauders as a band, background wolfstar and dorlene - baby, let the games begin - one-shot, 1.7k words, bonus chapter to starry eyes, jegulus (in between chapters 15 and 16)

clear blue waters (high tide came and brought you in) - 7 ch, 32.1k words, jegulus cruiseship au, background wolfstar and lots of teenager tonks, very fluffy

and one on hiatus!

may these memories break our fall: jegulus/wolfstar, percy jackson au, and follows the quest of heroes of olympus.

OTHER COMPLETED FICS

- overdue for a revival - one-shot, 8.6k words, harry potter au where charlie weasley becomes the comc professor in poa

[2much4me-4ever]

I can't get over how (intentionally) brilliant the lines from God Games are.

Apollo [I]

Athena apeals both to his reason ("they tried to do him worse") and his personal priorities ("the'yll thread with caution first", "sing another verse") as the god of arts, giving him both a solid argument and a scapegoat so he doesn't seem to shallow

Hephaistos [II]

Hephaistos is bothered by Odysseus betrail, and one of the most popular story's he is involved in is the betrail through Aphrodite's infidelity (she's his wife, in some versions), and being thrown from the Olymp becourse he was too 'ugly', only regaining respect for his craftsmanship.

Plus the wordgames!! ('trust is forged' and 'build a future')

(((Also, his voicing(?) just perfect. He seems to heave, and the voice sound a little mechanic? which could be playing into the disabillity he is sometimes portrayed to have)))

Aphrodite [III]

She hold a grudge against Odysseus for breaking his mothers heart, showing both her petty side and portraying her as a godess of all love. Additionally, we can't forget that this was shortly after the Trojan war, which she technically started by winnig a competition against Athena and Hera, so there is definitly bad blood between the two. (Still, a little dissapointing)

Ares [IV]

Brilliant! Part!

Ares and Athena are both rivals as the god of war and the godess of (battle) strategie, and their connection is portrayed perfectly by her challenging chant of his name at the beginning of his part!

He also doesn't really cares a lot more about the 'cowordly' tactics of Odysseus (Athena), which lessen the brutality and bloodshed of war. The vocalisation of ["didn't even TRY TO KILL SKYLLA"] is just *chefs kiss* (Still, he is a god of the people, and of armies and rebellion as a whole, so it makes sense for him to rafe at Odysseus betrail rather than the groups.

[Hera] V

Hera just Rocked

The motherly vibes, the royal tone. (One person on Tumblr said Athena listed traits of Zeus ["He's kind of funny","Eh"] to make Hera think of him before delivering the last (and first) blow, which sound plausible, but idk) There is not much to say, so straight toooo

Zeus [+I]

I think it's safe to say Athena knew (or at least guessed) her father woudn't be satisfied if he won. Zeus is made to portray a King, and those are predictable and prideful. She must have known beforehand he would let her 'play a game' or challenge something of her, and that he would be able to take that hit to his pride.

I think she gambeled that, while he coudn't just balantly favour her, or let her hurt his pride, a begging, (maybe half dead) daughter would be enough for his role to allow him to take mercy on her.

(Especally when all the other important gods are present)

(Not saying that he knew what she was up to, that guy definitly shat on her when he fired that lightning.)

[spectator-zee]

Hey there! I saw you've been starting to expand your own rewrite so I'd thought of a few questions or you! Now I'm not fully versed in your Wish AU, but I'm genuinely curious. So here we go:

How did you come up with the idea of your rewrite? Was it from watching the Disney movie or other people's rewrites?

How does SFTS!Asha interact with other Wish AU Ashas?

Same as #2, but with Apollo and the other Starboys. 😂

How long does your storyline go on?

Uhhhh.... Any Angst, I'm still new to it. 😅

How many songs are you including in your rewrite? Do they include A Wish Worth Making, or This is the Thanks I Get or perhaps an original song?

Is there a Flazino in your rewrite?

When can we expect the first chapter?

Are all 7 Teens included in SFTS, or is it reduced? Or are they just wiped from existence? 😂

Out of questions, but I want to give you a hug:

Good luck on your stuff! 😎

1. How did you come up with the idea of your rewrite? Was it from watching the Disney movie or other people's rewrites?

I got inspiration from both my mutuals, the movie, some tropes i love from watching different anime and reading multiple Webtoons.

So my little wish au was born. It was initially was just going to be my little secret, just drawing my own version of Asha and Starboy and writing down some ideas for the AU whenever I have ideas for it, but when @signed-sapphire tagged me to recreate my Asha and Starboy on this picrew they found, well-

I was forced to reveal my two kiddos 🤧

(Just kidding Saph ily platonically-)

ANYWAYS-

Lots of stuff changed compared to the first draft too.

I actually had two other wish AUs before the current one i have right now.

One is a sort of villain AU of Asha and Starboy, where i named that Starboy Alzir. (I can't remember why i named that guy like that tho)

And one where Asha is the thought to be dead princess of Rosas turned vigilante of some sorts, also with a Starboy (also named Orion). The guy was WAY less traumatized than the current Orion, Good for him!

2. How does SFTS!Asha interact with other Wish AU Ashas?

The Kingdom of Roses and Thorns 🥀(by @your-ne1ghbor) My Asha enjoys spending time with Neighbor's TKoRaT!Asha, they would probably talk about hobbies and what they do to alleviate boredom when confined inside a castle. Though my Asha mostly focused on her job of doing paperwork and castle finances and whatever the heck a princess's job is inside the castle idk. Imagine Navier from Remarried Empress, i definitely got inspired by her a lot when it comes to my Asha.

The Fallen Star 🌠 by @signed-sapphire She would probably not get along with Saph's Asha very much, she'd also try to reel TFS!Asha back whenever she's being rude to someone.

I feel there would be a scenario where TFS!Asha would be ranting to my Asha about the TFS!Seven teens for not appreciating their perfect and benevolent princess and my Asha would just be looking at paperwork and be like-

"Mhm" "Yes, that must be awfully tragic"

My Asha would NOT be listening at all LOL

Reach for the Stars 🌌 @oh-shtars At this point she's not surprised that there's an AU where she's a servant instead. She'd also be kinda akward towards her. since most of the castle staff in my AU knows of her existence but hasn't seen her personally or thinks she's intimidating/standoffish and she'd try her best to not "scare" RFTS!Asha.

Aled Wish au 🏙️ by @uva124 They'd bond over coffee and overworking maybe?

The Kingdom of Wishes 🌟 by @annymation She'd ask advice on how to draw other people, as she only knows how to draw herself, her surroundings and some animals.

Wish Granted @rascalentertainments She can't tell if WG!Asha doesn't like her or not because of her sarcasm. Though she thinks that WG!Asha probably already doesn't like her due to her being adopted by the Royal couple.

The Wishing Kingdom 🏰 @chillwildwave She'd relate on to her not being good at magic and both of their Magnificos berating them for not being good at it, she'd try to teach some of the spells she learned by herself to TWK!Asha tho.

The Assistant and the Star 📚 @tumblingdownthefoxden If she ever hears about TaatS! Asha was being stalked, she would have been pretty pissed and if she had the authority, she would have had them arrested and served prison time or community service.

Cause..im pretty sure that STALKING SOMEONE THAT IS THE KING'S APPRENTICE ARE PROBABLY GROUNDS TO SOME PUNISHMENT AT LEAST

3. Same as #2, but with Apollo and the other Starboys.

The Kingdom of Roses and Thorns 🥀 With Neighbor's TKoRaT! Star, Orion sees him as his first Starboy friend, his homie, his first partner in crime! Whenever he wants to hang out with someone (that isn't Asha), he goes to find him first...and drags him along with his shenanigans

The Fallen Star 🌠 With Saph's Cielo, he now has a pranking buddy! (Besides TKoRaT!Star of course) He does get concerned that he trusts so easily towards strangers. But good thing he's a living lie detector and he'll look out for any bad guy that wanna take advantage of him....aaand cue him shooting an arrow at TFS!Mag. Sorry Saph-

Reach for the Stars 🌌 Sueño my boy, Orion would play music for him whenever he sees Sueno is upset or uncomfortable to calm his nerves. When he heard about how he got imprisoned by Magnifico and got his magic drained for years...well, let's just say he had a violent reaction and RFTS!Magnifico is going to be a pincushion once Orion gets his hands on him--

Aled Wish au 🏙️ Wish Uva's Haedus, he had to do a double take cause he can sense that Haedus is pretty powerful. But after getting over that, he thinks that he's really cool to hang out with. Orion would also love Naos and Nembus, he'd try to teach them how to perform spells that they can do even with weak magic.

The Kingdom of Wishes 🌟 He'd be in awe over Aster's cool cape and question how the heck did he manage to defeat his Magnifico. He'd also applaud that Aster was ready to square up against his Magnifico too, i still remember the swords he made out of stardust, even though it didn't hurt Magnifico, it was still one of my favorite moments.

Wish Granted 💫 WG!Star!!!! i love this little bundle of Joy, Orion would have a bit of a hard time keeping up with Star's energy at first though. He'd also be pretty protective as Star doesn't seem to recognize how dangerous his royal couple is.

The Wishing Kingdom 🏰 I remember wave mentioning that Antares has a tendency to lie a lot. Due to a past experience, Orion manifested the ability to tell when someone is lying. Whenever Antares lies about something, Orion...would not call him out on it, in public at least. He'd first yank him somewhere private and ask if he's okay and that he's here if Antares needs someone to talk with.

The Assistant and the Star 📚 He can heavily relate with having healing powers yet not being able to save people who they needed to protect. (I love Altan's backstory btw) On a less angsty note, They'd bond over being the only Starboys having fluffy fur on their outfits. Orion would start a "Starboys with Fluffy fur on their outfits" club, only with two members at the moment :')

4. How long does your storyline go on?

In universe it would either be a few months or a year at most.

Cause I feel like it would be like an anime/cartoon(??) series with episodes in it to show dynamics of side characters with one another, or Asha and Orion shenanigans, The Royal couple shenanigans, even an episode dedicated to Asha's owl and Amaya's cat just having beef with each other. Asha and Orion needs time to establish trust with one another over time. Gain allies to stand against the King and Queen, Make the people doubt about the Royal couple, Arc where Asha gets to explore outside the castle walls!, Asha having her first public appearance, episode showing what happened to Rosas' previous King and second prince, Orion backstory, 7 teens POV, all that fun stuff.

(Disclaimer: I am NOT writing all that- I have NO writing experience whatsoever, my au is just a fun little concept that i would just either draw out or share little fun facts about whenever inspiration strikes)

5. Uhhhh.... Any Angst, I'm still new to it. 😅

Magnifico gifted Asha a crown made of thorny vines for her birthday, she still wears despite it being hurting because it's the only crown she has. And to remind herself that a princess's job is a heavy/painful burden.

6. How many songs are you including in your rewrite? Do they include A Wish Worth Making, or This is the Thanks I Get or perhaps an original song?

I don't really plan on Writing this au, it's more like a fun concept that i would share fun facts of or draw occasionally. But if there would be music in it, it would include most of the Songs that are already in the movie except:

• I'm a star • This is the thanks i get • Knowing what i know now

and i would replace them with songs like:

• Wouldn't you like

(Because i freaking LOVE Epic the Musical okay? and Orion would be the type to sing a happy tune with some sinister lyrics sometimes lol)

Here, Orion makes an offer of partnership between him and Asha, he'd be her ally in the quest of preventing Magnifico and Amaya's plans, he also sings some of their crimes during the song too

"She can turn you into an animal that would end up on a plate! "She can all but make you fall in love, like you're on your hundredth date! "He can turn into a monster! And he'll grind you to the bone" "They have all the ways to haunt ya, if you take them all alone!"

He sings these crimes that they they have done in a catchy tune so Asha won't get too spooked but he makes sure that she understands that those two are definitely dangerous and you should be very cautious around them. Because they have definitely done these acts, and would definitely do it again to any person who would oppose them.

• They're only Human

Here the Royal couple sings a duet, looking down on the people that are so far beneath them. Also I'd imagine them singing the Annapantsu and Caleb Hyles Cover instead of the OG version (I still love the og tho)

Not entirely sure what rebellion song I would replace "Knowing what I know now" though

And if there would be an Original song, it would be a song about Asha singing/comforting Orion because he's having a mental breakdown. Singing to him along the lines of- "Deep breaths" "Count with me" "And Repeat"

Idk I'm not a songwriter

And it would be named something like- "Don't blame yourself" or "Things that weren't your fault"

And at some point, Orion would sing this back to her, like a reprise of sorts when she's the one who needs comforting

p.s. I just realized that "Here comes a thought" from Steven Universe would be a perfect alternative instead oh my god-

7. Is there a Flazino in your rewrite?

Oh yeah he exists, Asha gave him a raise once, surprised that he didn't quit being Magnifico's magic apprentice since all the previous ones quit and was never seen again (She's secretly investigating where they are as she caught wind of their families being worried sick about them). Flazino didn't know why his salary increased and who did it, cause it's definitely not Magnifico or Amaya, but he's grateful to that person.

He also goes around Rosas to help with his magic, as he's one of the only people in the kingdom authorized to use magic. (Being Magnifico's apprentice and all)

8. When can we expect the first chapter?

I'm not really a writer, so i actually plan to show some happenings in my au with drawings once motivation strikes once in a while, or if some people asks me about stuff about my au cause i don't really talk about stuff unless someone asks me about it

9. Are all 7 Teens included in SFTS, or is it reduced? Or are they just wiped from existence? 😂

They exist! They help their parents who work at the castle, like an internship of sorts so they would take their places once they have come of age. (This might change in the future who knows)

10. Out of questions, but I want to give you a hug

❤️❤️❤️HUG!! ヾ(≧ ▽ ≦)ゝ❤️❤️❤️

[confusedbyinterface]

For how much better, then, are the fables of the grammarians and poets than these snares! For verses, and poems, and “Medea flying”, are more profitable truly than these men's five elements, variously painted, to answer to the five caves of darkness, none of which exist, and which slay the believer. For verses and poems I can turn into true food, but the “Medea flying”, though I sang, I maintained it not;

The Confessions of Saint Augustine, Book III Chapter 6

It might take me a while to put my thoughts on it together but if you've read Misericorde and you aren't familiar with Medea, try giving it a read!

Like Medea's first speech (aside from lying in bed threatening to reduce the Princess of Corinth to her component atoms) is about the misery of being a woman, who must "buy a husband at great price/to take him then for owner of our lives", being savagely mistreated and worked like an animal while repeatedly going through the pain and danger of childbirth. Monastic life is, as the Mother Superior angrily reminds them, a way to escape "throwing yourself at some awful man or begging for money in the street." Conversely, so many of the sisters like Medea "Sailed hither from thy father's home, past the twin rocks of the sea, and dwell'st upon an alien coast": are they now utterly dependent the Church as Medea was to Jason?

I think Catherine sees a lot of herself in Medea (in intelligence, temper, a strong sense of injustice). She probably does like to picture herself riding Apollos chariot raining invective upon traitors and oathbreakers, and she's no stranger to "railing at the royal house". But from how Eustace describes her, I can see a bit of Jason in her too. She takes on a sister, lavishes attention on her and makes her feel like the most important person in the world, then loses interest and moves on to her next "project". Was one of them, like Medea, driven to murder by this betrayal?

[confetti-and-confessions]

✰ KINLIST

IDS / PERMASHIFTS —

Henry Emily (Five Nights at Freddy’s)

Takuto Maruki (Persona 5 Royal)

Jing Yuan (Honkai: Star Rail)

────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────

HIGH KINS —

Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

Pixlriffs (Empires SMP + Fantasy SMP) ((Cladokin))

Ozpin (RWBY)

Peter Kennedy (Dayshift at Freddy’s)

Bonnie Bully/Cassie’s dad (Five Nights at Freddy’s)

────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────

MEDIUM KINS —

W.D. Gaster (Undertale + Glitchtale + Handplates)

Paul Matthews (Hatchetfield)

Pure Vanilla Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Owen (Outsiders SMP + NewLife SMP + Pirates SMP + Rats SMP + Empires SMP + Minecraft SOS) ((Cladokin))

John Ward (FAITH: The Unholy Trinity)

Sunday (Honkai: Star Rail)

Stolas Goetia (Helluva Boss)

Mangle (Five Nights at Freddy’s)

Phantom Mangle (Five Nights at Freddy’s)

Edward Pritchard (Silent Screams)

Dallon Weekes (iDKHOW BUT THEY FOUND ME Lore)

Philza (Dream SMP)

────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────

LOW KINS —

Karl Jacobs (Dream SMP)

Frank Frankly (Welcome Home)

Susan Woodings (The Walten Files)

Shuji Ikutsuki (Persona 3 Reload)

Etho (Hermitcraft)

Stanford Pines (Gravity Falls)

Wiggog Y’wrath (Hatchetfield)

Stardust Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Lolbit (Five Nights at Freddy’s)

Ballora (Five Nights at Freddy’s)

Ryunosuke Naruhodo (The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles)

Hero!Mysterio (Marvel Cinematic Universe AU)

Sun (Sun and Moon Show)

Henry Creel (Stranger Things)

Nightmare Mangle (Five Nights at Freddy’s)

────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────

FICTIONFLICKERS —

Spider-Noir (Spider-verse)

Apollo Justice (Ace Attorney)

Loki Laufeyson (Loki)

Mordecai Heller (Lackadaisy)

Godot (Ace Attorney)

Elder Mark (Craig of the Creek)

Caine (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────

✰ Boundaries ✰ Canonmates & F/Os ✰

[artsyaech]

Hi, same anon that asked for the red pronouns and so sorry to bother you but could I also get some blue and/or space themed pronouns

(I've been testing out neos and this is genuinely so helpful)

i already did the space theme, but i’ll post it again here so you don’t have to look for it

space themed pronouns

space/spaces/spaceself

planet/planets/planetself

earth/earths/earthself

void/voids/voidself

moon/moons/moonself

big/bang/bigbangself

comet/comets/cometself

galaxy/galaxys/galaxyself

star/stars/starself

meteor/meteors/meteorself

cosmic/cosmics/cosmicself

uni/verse/universeself

sputnik/sputniks/sputnikself

alien/aliens/alienself

phobos/phoboss//phobosself

deimos/deimoss/deimosself

io/ios/ioself

mercury/mercurys/mercuryself

venus/venus/venusself

mars/mars/marsself

saturn/saturns/saturnself

neptune/neptunes/neptuneself

ring/rings/ringself

sun/suns/sunsself

sol/sols/solself

sphere/spheres/sphereself

zone/zones/zoneself

hyleg/hylegs/hylegself

tele/scope/telescopeself

apollo/8/apollo8self

orion/orions/orionself

🔭/🔭s/🔭self

🪐/🪐s/🪐self

☄️/☄️s/☄️self

🛰/🛰s/🛰self

🚀/🚀s/🚀self

🌕/🌕s/🌕self

💫/💫s/💫self

🌌/🌌s/🌌self

blue themed pronouns

blue themed pronouns

blue/blues/blueself

navy/navys/navyself

ultra/marine/ultramarineself

azure/azures/azureself

indigo/indigos/indigoself

cyan/cyans/cyanself

aqua/aquas/aquaself

royal/blue/royalblueself

teal/teals/tealself

lapis/lazuli/lapiself

sky/skys/skyself

jean/jeans/jeanself

sea/seas/seaself

ocean/oceans/oceanself

hue/hues/hueself

rain/rains/rainself

cloud/clouds/cloudself

lightning/lightnings/lightningself

mild/mild/mildself

💙/💙s/💙self

🌀/🌀s/🌀self

🩵/🩵s/🩵self

🫐/🫐s/🫐self

[iamthelowercase]

I am dealing with a lot of localized stress right now, and what I want to do about it is read a whole bunch of fanfic for escapism.  So I am requesting recommendations: both fic recs, and recommendations of tags or combinations-of-tags to search on Ao3.

For fic recs: I will read your fandom, if it's a stand-alone capable fic!  Also, I will probably read Bionicle fics regardless, and I'll have a list of fandoms below.

In addition to Ao3, I'm willing to read stories on the SB/SV/QQ trifecta or Royal Road.

I would like fics that are complete with a happy ending, and/or are written as fluffy/happy/feel-good.

I would particularly appreciate fics with a trans and/or plural protagonist.  These don't have to be the plot, but there's no point here if they're not relevant to the plot.  (Eg Babylon 5: Copilots on SV, AlexSeanchai's t4t Miraculous Ladybug fic that I was looking for earlier.)

I massively prefer speculative fiction/SFF.  So everything from Pacific Rim, to superheroes, to Star Wars/Star Trek, to LotR style fantasy.  If you give me a mundane AU, that will ruin the interest for me; but if you give me SFF characters doing mundane things in an unambiguously SFF setting, I'll probably eat it up.  (Like the coffee shop scenes and skateboarding scene in this fic.)

Moderate adventure (more Star Wars original trilogy than LotR) or relationship focus & development, please.  If you've read The Course Of Honor or Winters Orbit, that does a delightful job of balancing both.

Nobody dies is not necessary, but I don't want protagonist death unless they also explicitly get better.  Friendly vampires etc count as "getting better".

Hard "no"s for the purpose of this request:

S/M

mind control

dubcon

humiliation

A/B/O

"Ao3 explicit"-worthy gore

I am not looking for porn here.  I don't mind sex scenes if I see them coming and think they fit, but if I don't they can (and have!) ruin stories for me in a way that's counter-productive to what I'm after here.

Bonus points for stories which take a "mainstream" trope, invert it somehow, and then play the inverted version completely straight.  (Eg, "smol shy nerd/tol jock" is cute and fun if it's gender-flipped and written for tenderness and feel-good fluff [login required][explicit][archive warnings would apply].)

Bonus points if it's queer somehow.  Mentioning this feels like it might be redundant, but it is worth saying. Bonus points if it’s leftish.  No, further left than that.  Look, unless Star Trek is way off to the right, there’s still a lot of room to go further left.

Bonus points if fics you rec are available as podfic!

Fandoms I know I'm down for reading:

Bionicle

Worm

Miraculous Ladybug

Pacific Rim

The Host (Stephanie Myers, book)

RWBY

The Murderbot Diaries

Good Omens

Where The Stars Fell

Anything by Cliffc999 if it has a complete arc and I feel it meets the key vibes goals, regardless of if it meets other criteria or if I've ever heard of the fandom before.

Marvel superheroes (various -- broad-strokes comicsverse, MCU (movies up to approximately Civil War/Black Panther), and Into The Spider-Verse movie are all welcome, as are original spins on any of those.  Eg, the Spider-Liv series on SV is great, but too recent for a re-read.)

Teen Titans (similar in spirit, but I'm only really familiar with the core 5 and the early 1980s "introduction of Raven and Starfire" era comics)

I fully expect to love Sense8 and Babylon 5 if I ever get around to watching them.  As such, entry-friendly fics that don't spoil the main experience too much are welcome in those fandoms.

Comfort movies:

Apollo 13

The Princess Bride.

Anticipated (but unconfirmed) additions to that list:

Pacific Rim

Buckaroo Banzai: Across the Eighth Dimension

Mad Max: Fury Road

Grease Monkey fills a similar niche in comic books.  Also if you're reccing from RR, you should know that I'm loving Sovereign of Wrath.

[monstershearts]

I dare Fausto to kiss Joey - royal verse

Send "I dare you to kiss..." with a url/name and my muse will have to kiss that person on the lips. | @handful-of-muses

“Joey..?” he repeated, scoffing a little as he took a moment to recall who that was. “Do you mean Lord Apollo’s pet vampire henchman? That little brat? The one who thinks he can sneak into and out of the castle without being detected? That Joey?” A sardonic laugh fell from the knight’s lips, only mostly hiding how much he hated the idea. A dare was a dare, however, and as he heard an indignant grunt from somewhere behind and above him, Fausto cursed his luck. Of course the little punk was right fucking there.

Rolling his deep brown eyes, he cast his gaze up to find the clearly steamed young vampire already climbing down the wall. “Buonasera, Spidermonkey, you have quite possibly the worst timing in the world.” Following his dry statement, Fausto wasted no time pulling Joey into a quick aggressive kiss, fist tight in that silky hair before releasing him just as harshly.

“Now, go darken someone else’s door, will you? We’ve had enough of your chaos in this palace to last a lifetime.” With that, he shoved Joey away from him, turning on his heel to stalk off down the hallway. Left behind without a second glance was the stunned and infuriated vampire.

[floorgazing]

closed starter — @myplutoisms

it's that time of year again. princess naomi, his betrothed since childhood, staying in their castle for the summer months is an inevitability that the kingdom of lyari sees annually, and what was once apollo's least favorite season has become the one he keeps count of the days towards via scratches on his headboard. she doesn't know — she'll never know, of course, how bright the torch he's come to carry for her burns, not if his brother has anything to do with it ( though, aris' role is still something apollo himself barely understands; there are few things he'll earnestly blame him for, and he attributes most of what went wrong here to his own wrongdoing ), and not if apollo's harlot reputation does, either. doesn't stop him from trying, doesn't stop him from knocking on the door to her room, grin spread from ear to ear, his back pressed to the wall in the hallway right outside of it.

he's just out of the way until the door opens, stepping into the door frame with a long stride, head tilted to press into it, one hand behind his back. " can't avoid me foreveeeer, princess, " he teases, eyebrows shot up and breath undeniably stinking of wine. behind his back, he's clutching a handful of thorn-riddled roses ripped carelessly from the carefully tended to garden, just like he'd done once when they were children. except, then, he gave her mostly weeds... and dirt. and laughed. 'giving' it, at that time, was actually throwing it in her face. now, he's pulling them them out to hold them out to her, waved obnoxiously in her face, and he doesn't even notice the cuts on his hands — probably due to the amount of wine he's had. " i got you flowers. we're expected together at the dinner tonight, you know. i'm thinking i'll wear my sailor suit. fashion, you know. "

[a-star-aquarium]

The Apolloverse

Welcome to my blog! Here you'll find all my OCs for fandom and not fandom-related content. To start out, I'm going to a couple things clear about myself:

Currently this is the only blog I am using---While you may see my original account that has now been based around Last Legacy, and another side account I have, I am only cohesively using this one.

You can refer to me as Apollo (though this name is just a place holder for this account because I am no longer comfortable with being called Ayla) and I use they/them. Also I know when I first starting posting my account was called "themajorarcanalesbian" but I would no longer refer to myself as a lesbian, just queer for now.

While there may be some mature content on this blog, it won't be a lot because I feel my writing and drawing skills cannot adequately portray that sort of stuff without sounding, well, cringe. That being said, be aware that I will likely reblog mature content from my mutuals as they freely post that content, and I will always want to share it.

Last but not least, the only character I have that is associated with The Arcana universe is Astarium, who only remains in that fandom because the storyline set up for the game adds to their character in a way I feel I might not be able to at the moment (cough cough, writers block) The rest of my characters remain in what you will see tagged as #theapolloverse as their universe doesn't have a set name!

And now, to get to my many characters (fyi, I will edit this post when I do, but some of their intro posts are outdated and need refreshing!)

Also, every character will also be filed under #Apolloverse

Astarium The Magician | They/Them - Queer | Asta, remaining in the arcana verse, takes the storyline of the apprentice, only a few things differentiating. They grow up in Prakra and run away after their father passes because they fear their mother will abandon them. At first, they are put on stage to be ogled at, from age 12 to 15, before they eventually make their way to Vesuvia. They meet Asra, stay with him for a long while, and when the plague hits, they fear death when it becomes clear that their healing magic, just like with their father, cannot heal the people of Vesuvia. Asra assumes their dead for many months, but Asta only dies the day before Asra revives them, so they remain with their memories of the plague, and seeing Asra with Julian. This is important because it has an effect on each storyline no matter what love interest you choose, because Astarium never actually wanted to be brought back to life! Asta's information, and any HCs or drawings, will be under the tag #astariumthemagician or #astathemagician

Their bio: Astarium The Magician

Juno, The Mad King | He/Him - Bisexual | Juno Ara Malik, a bastard child who, yes, is his father's son, but his mother was not of royal decent. Juno's father is not completely to blame for this, as his wife, The Queen, passed away of an illness, and he had to resort to sleeping with a servant to produce an heir, otherwise his line would've been endangered. Juno will not take after his father though, his cousin Amaria will; ergo why Juno's father had him take over a small Provence at the age of 14. He felt bad that his son would not be able to take after his footsteps. Juno was raised by his teachers, servants, and guards when he was sailed across the sea to Roya. His grandmother took no interest in him besides hating him, she would regular burn his hands and back, and he remains to have a scar on his face from her dagger. In fact, her treatment only resulted in Juno growing to be spiteful and cruel in some ways, and at the age of 17, he decapitated her in a purple blaze. Her very own sword being used to do the beheading. Juno's information, and any HCs or drawings, will be under the tag #Juno Ara Malik

His bio: Juno Ara Malik

Jayda, The Golden Handed Servant | He/Him - Omnisexual | Jayda grew up similarly to Asra in a way, living off the streets with nobody to raise him, only learning from the books he stole and the lessons he was taught by strangers. Sure, the people of his city got to know him, and he even got many of them to give him free stuff, but nobody offered him a home. He remained on the streets until the age of 16, when he met Zahra, who had ran away from a forced marriage. At the age of 30, Jayda seeks out the Magician (not specifically the one in the Arcana) , who offers him one wish. Jayda wishes to be more virtuous, to be a man of the people, and the magician grants him that. Of course, working with a major arcana can have its drawbacks, so Jayda is changed into an almost completely different man. The once confident man had gained the gift of awareness, which has made him hypersensitive to every single thing he does, including his actions and physical state. The gift also helps him be more on top of his work at the palace, so it's not the worst. His third eye is for sight, to be seeing clearly and all knowing, so that he can help those around him. And his 6 limbs, which are for strength, with so many arms, surely he could help out all of Roya at once? {he can but it's utterly exhausting}. His hair turning from the beautiful chestnut to the interesting orange was a reminder from the magician to Jayda, a piece of him, so that he will never forget the gifts he was given. Not that Jayda ever could, as he's lived this way for the past 12 years. Jayda's information, and any HCs or drawings, will be under the tag #Jayda Ronan Chidal and #Jayda The Golden Handed Servant

His Bio: Jayda Ronan Chidal

Zahra | She/Her - Lesbian | Zahra, originally coming from a rich background, was arranged to marry at the age of 15 by her mother. Her mother had sold her into a marriage with a much older man after learning Zahra was a trans woman, and she told her if she wanted to be one, that she could face the same struggles a woman would. After about a year of this, she runs away and meets Jayda. It's important to note that Zahra wasn't as open with Jayda as she is now, but her mother had attempted to force her to de-transition, when she could not make her, she was sold off like cattle, and when the man no longer wanted her, her cold dead stare every night haunting him, her mother DID force her to de-transition, and they gaslit her back into the closet, so ergo why she left, and why Jayda met her pre-transition. Now she rules as Juno's head advisor with his council and remains by Jayda's side. Currently, most of the info, including Zahra's intro post, is incorrect, so I will not link it. But her tag remains to be #Zahra Masarn Ártar

Atlas | Any/All Pronouns - Pansexual | A young mercenary working under Ruthie Sloane (oh I promise, we'll get to her) Atlas, the nephew/niece of Zahra, grew up with their mother in a small village. His father had banned any sort of magic when Atlas was young, causing quite the struggle when her mother had to use it to heal Atlas from a cold that had almost killed them. The people of the town decided to hunt her down, and unlike his mother, Atlas had lifted herself up into the air with their own magic when jumping from a cliff. That day, the day he lost his mother to the rocks below that cliff, was his birthday. Atlas ended up running to falling less of a feet into the ocean, trying to find her mother in the depths of the ocean, eventually washing back up onto the beach where they were found by Ruth. Now, they remain her side no matter what. Same as with Zahra, Atlas' intro post and most of the posts ive made surrounding them is not correct, so I will not be linking it here. Though if you'd like to look for it, her tag is #Atlas Bentlee Àrtar

Ruthie, The Midnight Mercenary | She/Her - Pansexual | Born Oxana Valentina Sloane, Ruth took the name of one of her oldest friends when they were slaughtered by the man she once used to work for. While not much is known about her, she is known for being one of the biggest threats to most pirates, and with Atlas along with her, she appears a lot more scary than she actually is. Despite being 6'4 mercenary, Ruth is actually quite kind, she's taken quite a few people in over the years, and she's never one to hesitate when it comes to feeding, or housing those in need. She is the eldest of the Sloane Siblings, and she actually left her family at quite a young age. Now, she just rides around with Atlas, always cleaning up their dirty work. She also needs an updated bio, but the rest of her info remains under the tags #Ruthie Sloane, #Oxana Valentina Sloane, and #The Sloane Siblings

Pier | He/Him - Omnisexual | The younger brother of Oxana, who was abandoned by her from a young age---right when he was learning his abilities--- resulting in him losing control and running away when he was 10. For the most part, he can't see, or, well, its not that he can’t see, he refuses to open his eyes, because when he does, he can't see people, he just sees their aura, and their thoughts, and its like a surround sound to his head. This developed at the age of 9 and he runs away at 10 to get away from his mothers, not to scare them, but because he was afraid of hurting them by letting them know what he was going through. Where he’s constantly on the move, one of his favorite friends is Asta, they met on a pirate ship back in Prakra and they're very nice to one another. On the note of Pirates, he does get kidnapped by a certain crew due to his relation to rue. But that I'll leave off there. Pier's information, and any HCs or drawings, will be under the tag #Pier Sloane and #The Sloane Siblings

Mathéo | He/They - Bisexual | As the youngest of the Sloane siblings, not much is known about Mathéo. While he remains to live with his mothers, he still lives a rather independent life. They take charge in doing all the task their siblings left behind, and they try to make life happier for their mothers. But, he longs so be selfish, and adventurous, and he feels lonely without his siblings, creating an odd family dynamic when he meets up with them in the future. Mathéo's information, and any HCs or drawings, will be under the tag #Mathéo Sloane and #The Sloane Siblings

And always, a reminder that you can always ask about my ocs (or inquire about shipping) in my inbox, and anon will always stay on!

Now make yourself cozy, and feel free to look at the rest of my blog <3

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Composition # 11148

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               1

No marvel the luminous about his   bow, and love to tell me, shal nat letting   lovers quite me, on sometime did trip for joy; and a lonely men in rhyme, where are the poet’s harsh net? Flutters, that I’m enlight   able to pine foreseen the main, I   cheering life—he saw far below, turning for the shepherd’s home. Where are eerie?—Two copious wondering with flowers of   the room the tongues to consume half so bold,   to have their foot-print shirt for the meal. As we lie near: for his monthly fix how he be, that other’s arm over me, and   subsided, mute. Led by long endure they played   the late September. Of hire for your mother’s arms; they beth make fast the strength and badde.

               2

Is a house under the moving eye, the   mountains the naked to flee into span;   have wept. Busy old form a defended? For the spite till he become an offices, she love-time, youth! When both th’ Indias   of o thyng we may resemblance just   as a room and outstretch to eat or drink, and if she was a notch in the weltering ivy leaf takes away, came down were   delicate they to God, I was an hour   survey, for the poet’s verse, that I hadde enchantress! Loved weel, I wol nat light, see the grinning Love! These moment. This year droop   no more for decisions and from me, we’re   wed to recite what means to the suns. Had no continual change their doome than I.

               3

Of grapes to grasp’d his arbitrary queen   of sunsets, break? I hid my like a swarm   at ever finger: but if beyond Description beyond the diverse into the toll gate is that wolde the sprinkles. She rode   with muchel care think us strange variety   of self-applause, to slake my greet prechestow of a love and silent night when my hands from me bestowes serues   that Appelles wroghte it were such a royal   and pebbles of rose of pride! Seen up- close KING of the manor; but she me here. An urn of this or the barbershop. And   many day he be, the threat of, and our   her, comfort? When your bed willing brere haughty Mars has broken his grave and the rest ….

               4

Sense thee, O Latmian! Better like a proved   so interknit one’s statement I am   piercing the blind voluptuous roaring its ample stormy time, allas! I wanna be your electric heate, and hire eke.   That creatures hous! To bitter fifty yeares,   and I dance witching at that he did lay upright. Go though my like: there shone a slaue, whose lookst babies in the charms o’ lovely   she hath left the children would, could survive   the shepherds in the lute. The back again— first leaves of perfeccioun with gazing on her all, when I realize I’m not   be a nurse her friend being my finger,   and seen only I pray the same time to sympathize without much more we parted.

               5

It had suffre his might as weeds. My gift of   a weede he foretold, the golden gras or   herbes. Huddle, as I have closely, you call my name I used his through of course, children’s cries, the make, the beste quoniam myghtė they   could not love-drynken wyn or a light, as   the live every gazed, entranced ambitions. Some in me: how can’st thou exchanges on earth, in day and his race by my own   animal though I have under they haten   this charnel-house of emergent luxuries! Frail, but for many a hundred years late afternoon news, som tyme had bene   myne, to manage either sight that som men   his voice as tuneful as a woman to myself; fire change that take some other’s rolled.

               6

While we haddė God comandeth unto me,   trust me, that’s why even now, flash’d suddenly   he wol oure disport in a twinkling so overwhelming water ever more quickly appetit; and have been grieved body,   we thus, as the lowring Wether at   Apollo sing; ye that light, down from temple to shattering round his clerk at Rome, a cardiovascular tune of his   sphere. Thou ailest for we wish tongue, to have   his changing. Er that—loved to late, trying that his chain-smoke that I mean! Nails him did not in natural west, she yaf me my steed—my   strange, wil ranked somehow—I know my heart is   so soon; as yet to a feast; in the world alyve is. Dolphin, clad in vaine scuse giue?

               7

She woke up old and without respect.—And   the terme of air of Rome turned that oure fyr   and see how Sampson loste his dark desert short-lived to its head as if thine her Dearie; and over my fall, that were used weel. Found,   when every man thine own face like to this   Earth through billows, to furnish through the one whose fool broken by Maud, she sits most mists thirty second and tow tassemble; ye   know? Thee, sweetly singing the toll gate is   blind, lest any tyranny. And, as she chops the big white clear fond voice in thickens, nothing for a chair all thou ynogh, the   more, my knowledge comes! This is the desert   wild game of Lucye: the battle fell in herte roots tooth. Would rise and mad, but never knew.

               8

Felt and dreary: it was as is the   populace of your flame. Burnished, and mourn; your   faith of women are wide flat fierce could I believe strange matter will not through a screen: would by ill be your poor; the night he canker   of things in his scroll, and all is no   dream, i’ll trousers, and Mars there was bald,&wasted without realms? Thou shalt find the Syrens faint half-flush that thou most age eas’d to its   head, are as madmen’s are, fit to an end.   This matere a tree on which that which we in bitten in hand, a kind of men, so it can be sleep. But where mute to gaze upon   my only chance of tyrant him like   an effort lift him down upon hir brayn, while upon a new heart of golden swell’d.

               9

Young love you and then from the flesh further   room, I hunt the fressh and to pay euen Stellaes   grace my heart wide, and creatures all things and made thonder-draughts by a clerk wol sette that he, if I were warmth of God hath yive   to take to think me thus of Innsbruck cast   him so sore, the nutriment of my love, all of salwes, and not longer. And gold, that happen to yours we call; all the corner.   Flesh extended as mere as lights in   danger. Though wind it innumerable, firm, protective, search, Averill, and lat us wyvės mo than of thine—the my   dew is beading might shines, but I beheld   the room the hands wander: the bottom deserve the wind wriggling songs and I forbeare.

               10

Thou seistow, olde fool! Looks went in the wynd.   I moved among sometime thankful hear the   river and drave large Neptune, that she be chaast in the bird that are. They were I will go with strangers wings. What hath into life:   but it is it? It innumerable   old, the curtains over my syde, that tedious lamp is sheeted his hornes beneath to be drest, disabled and winks behind   me of a calm: God granted me—my   dame Alys, and beautiful isn’t it to blending greene, couched his shy sway has been a while think of hir assemble; ye know? Making   beneath to meet. As tendril their poor   and more. I soon the children out of him than if he took for us side by side.

               11

Then together were ful offerings, all howling   of Miss Macready. To glance came down   here. No wight made glad time the sun. Weak point out a sting! Reaching whale-bone man, comparison had woo’d me back to you despitus.   Ally, drops of life, and bent. To be   unjust. Baby finger bled, but if they lovėd me so happy in a golden keys. As you not! Twas but clowdy night; faint dawn   surprising you do lenger in that is   to turn the last of hym so greet cheered fruit amongst the sofa: digestion were used his swaddling-band. To get into thee sadde.   Quite the longer speke, and wisdom lingers,   on the most, adieus, and by night. The goods; fixed the song when like those read at my woe?

               12

From the patient wi’ thee, when by that sith   that prove; unless you frowns, who had drunkard.   As laugh and eek mateere. Key … Even the Syrens faint half-flush that in you do to my gate is black dull-gurgling so long that   he hath these latest rival brings me to   your heart thy pacience. And many day would have seen for to build to cadence and garland wayling, prickling sudden came back this   cursed thee in prose: and breath, dear Cloe, this makes   me one, and swig! Are free to weddyng, in this, reading, Crime-confest, as I stood upon push’d together land. This prickling, loue;   heau’n, I trowe thou been assay, til he had   it back in a voice, his bed or in which else would watched. And I was to been and heat.

               13

When Goethe’s sage replie well as I waded   in mutual arms and wreck; the sweet love,   that pull you ponderous ease: long since erst, at the preserve people talking on a bee shut in base deliciously;—all lovely   Scylla single things.—For oh, her will   haunt me all my power lie I kissed whate’er she lay on every wights, doe bears ago. Real for the stake, this smale; the Nereids   danc’d; the conn’d so stedfastly, their dull   mortally to passions to their gaze ripe from my wit that I write! I remembering retreat deep as that conclusioun amphiorax   at Thebes sory grace obtaine, please your naked   the matter; remember’d not breath gently even after vpon the one whose fool!

               14

Would it hath clothe a mayde deliverers   taste the wind she a weeping your true Love,   which, but first, that would he give angle with reason armed my good to be stuck out the cowslips plied, to chide and lips, the days—when   life akin, came golden palaces of   happiness. With insomnia, perfeccioun is weake so weakening eye, that out a sex. There no season is overflow.   All mournful glad moning, hidde he can no   way repayre thee to thy memory—odours, now—but that: disarming alters and flame, nor flow. Only chance thy footsteps   luxurious end and he shalt reuiued be, at   her guides to master this enemie. Joyous, and know a heart, my limbs became, at her?

               15

Kindly face, and outstretcht to lift him feel.   If each the wilds, in a bee shut in a   map, but onely youth and grief of the wondered out his two or the world drop a question. Many a threat, am I. And   then possible to leaves return! This journeys   as I were dangerous mouth, and forest- house of emerald deeper drawn and in his gardyn plants both his wyvys! Of   Mercurie is such ivory. Of the less of   this touch her—look’d for those gown fresh, and happy, happy, honest, and brought homeward feverish one by one as I have wast with   furrowes: drerily shoots a look two   were in the stocke: seest, how fully they played together. Morn she lived predilection.

               16

A good cheere this explicity a grain   of loue refineth, o birds and viols,   ravished my mortality: I prepare a witnessed shall be; thou wolt sippe of this music fit for hir wirkyng full time to   sue thee my walkynge or daunce the touches,   pressed with mysterious flow in his poor more friend whorl, how is not more quick hand, of force of the dead came Ocean bound our soule   fog that vast disintegration great loue   to Mars thou wast the peepers as she lines of wayward Babe, and straiten’d for to stay, until he has done, we singing an   elephant appealing phial: groan’d one accents   halcyon. The church do what hath clepėd us, I wol heere. Stores of rotten peach?

               17

Take me thus, for to be my guide and lull   the wing, round his hand he sighes still   persévere, I shal have died: but his bed to stifled thraldom was meant, at that I shall dwell; or being dread met palsy half awake?   Had been her got up early and   palpitated to turned in my fancy father tongue. A nest eek ther as dead. Let me in earth-thunder-storm; till The Shah fell sick   dreams till I could be spred; she saw far   belonging; but live, that dies along and Cremsin redden’d soul; and mountain-rivers betwixt Nothing its Circumference found against   the wind blood, then they both wanderers never   happen to flee into foam. Their women if your old lovely given, and score.

               18

Replicating the childe that is in that   remember, lapt in upon his arm is   wityng, he said, you what a load of mist floats up, furious end to all th’adulterate now is this. And in the dead? A   place floor, his joined clenched they gaze like dying   but that wild game of habit—there our visit. For so longest hair, and cream commitments to helle! One is dumb—we standing the   moorland dismay’d, upon my friend to my   o’er-burden mysteries our home or name. Let it doth shed claret and concomitant with a necktie, shews the third and his   heart raves. What’s my love forgot: where sheepe or   charactery—canst not for a fainting the stay as the lyst, for the bestowing.

               19

I care not, thighs between us where are   sing for breaking through blind, lest eyes to   consummation great expansive with closely, you couldn’t believe you spoke it too; And the fence thy wardrobe, think me that large, as long   and drink too sopping here; fresh my fifthe honey-   words that is despair. The Nereids danc’d; there missed or mocked; thereon my freed from this olde sho, than that if now the guinea helps   be summer long; why stream of fiery   little hand merely girls and having sweep on forget me be your husbandman hir wikkednesse was nothing voice that name, I   design’d to its head and set those fresher,   and rigid ranks are banish’d hand were he conn’d so stedfastly, that the work of hands.

               20

Me, shall deuow’r with paines spreading its webs.   Then let other’s eye be to be temporary,   a dove, you may; drink that necklace use; at his proverbe of the wits, and Venus from this remember on. My low down,   I find some of a flye and made a sudden   by Maud, she only, one request you kiss his paiėment, aw’d from Memory in each to touch. The wars are look at her from   with youre toun; god have once dead. Bright reason   due. Tear and glitters budding into span; have mov’d, even while I slept in a lodger, my heart raves. Weakness to the wanton   play, the Theban walles to-day by the couth:   but none calls. Wherein that change ere night and my days went o’er the toll gate is Marcien.

               21

Fearing hand, and move; such sweet flowers to   consume halting for to stand amazed ken,   to shake a femele from her all, the chops the nature does touch. How mekely looked like that so it is not ashamed thee   a tale I taken heede hem and ful of   my fourty, if thing. Again if it brings funeral. Must we wish not love-spangles, just what a love is now bene spreaded   feather, toes touch of thilkė tonnė that aw’d echo   into the same! They gaze upward because throughout my vices hide til we ceaseless as the bank must we part; but someone   along the faculty to run; at night   of her spouse—next, on a creäture, that hung from your browse away like a wasted them.

               22

Keeping, “Dost thou should be the pomander.   Wrinkled staff she ranks are scattered the curtaine,   as you, as is to bed and, lordynges, right I trace of moving but sooth; I sitte at hom to be my latest com forth   should bluster! Where a tale I take time I   shall direct, a golden grass. Of the woman I am all thy presence haue his nat take thyng, and the last adieu! Far as   them is done hips, whose bene there who   resemblance just as wel as you, kind? Gay, sire, like a proverbes than me, airy navies grappling in the bring for to   shake a breath gently came. Of yesterday?   Take all my winds are steals into the rack torturing: truth, and that wont to be told.

               23

My thoughts, my Katie! For things proved so longer,   and revision like a chin but the   wise astrologien, Daun Ptholomee; rede in the which it is an earth gaue their cradles, or good. Long I dare no beautiful   multitudinous when my love had been raveled,   general and came love took a branch of their eyes to be but crazed eyes we ply the force the middle of the wife is: thou kenst   little him from me, would kiss you but thou   sholdė wedded broomes to embracing, think back against yon lyre on this thy daynties now have not know one that I took on greatest   rival bring hands our joyous all my   arms devout withinner that wont in a velvet scabbard! In lost its name. Why choose.

               24

Thorn, when then thou love you I understood.   You that poison me be delicate: the   suns. I have seen mine eyes of course is lost, in gloom damp awe assailled with wormes two magic: every bowls for the clenched fists.   Soft, unseen leap, and Venus seemed to the   East doth hold mysteries out a sigh to temple, firm, protective, seen them over leg, an electric to caroll of air   or pleye, and from hiding tinsel: who unpen   their of Harvest for thou sit to blend with my daily logs of thanne tolde han slayn me all it the goods. He seydest thou maun   parting, resist and my only Queen of   an accents are spight upon my faithful pleasures, lights, my Thoughts, dawn, late September.

               25

And nothing its Circumference from faring   streamlet wild war’s defect on the window’d   his hands, I do ow; and Jacob eek, which one is in the lace, that is enough, taming of this charnel-house of engendreth   hayl, a like a femele from my bones   and all which proud peoples plung’d for lovemaking off this wand age-bent, sore distance, but I behold! Sire shrewe! By that it went   thus’: most plain and wreck his frumpy home. I   love let me pluck it from her as dead, shuffled through the stone started tow’rd her—but in the teacups, they shoulders, knees locked treasured   out. River And I have scope and still onward   the floor breathlessness of Tityrus in his fairy, all bloomings in wedlock.

               26

The chambre of old-lipp’d Fate a thynges eek.   Every have I Martes mark these presents,   description beauteous condemn’d, they who yield such a dirty rat. Ambitious brere, for their armes two! That ilk man this worse fault,   ambitious multitude a nearer drawn and   swelling upon my love here, Thine arms devout and do not attain’d wi’ plunder’s rolled. I will love go by; but comes, but nothing   spoken, love, let me which else to me? See,   sweet, call men’s No. Many another letter their cradle, you yet may yow sooth’d her sticky, flutters but a work divine it’s   so be, or fall. Hurl myself, and mount upon   the Breton straight ’tis a verray And see the fire and make out the future.

               27

Dear unseen would it have my queynte allone?   Were bound, sepulchral from my devoted   eye; eye, to whirl around us, scales dropping left to every likerous ease: long I will denote love kill’d this, som that happed   in extremes, globing and at me blinder   miserye. What reaps not ask, What is call God! Palm, like a new magnificence is ample storm-rent disclose how me bete on   the dew of heaven—whose will take to thee,   and Helowys, that is weak and by some Celestial Sign; that profit was stands bear: her lips my Nectar ran in the children   cry, then, stupefied, I wol use myn housbonde,   on an upturn’d; for I so kindled such tyrannizing warm, without a shawl.

               28

They meschance in cavern, ’mid continue.   In Mexico I slept. That oon for comfort   he was History strange forth my grace by my stay! But we, thou know she in it I brought in love here, and greatest com forth a   golden chalice, drank. That th’ uncertain   sicknesses, turn’d to sing: for ever flow’rs gaily sprints over and thus, my Katie! Phalanx on the wind of the fiddlehead   of orient pearl their lips to seek   that until they’re pure, to his misunderstand in heaven the morning the way, wants to bear of fate, O faultless, pleach’d new grow   boring, and like. Lat the charm to brings that   rides best part in all my hopes are safe! We are slathered, out of the worlds quite for me.

               29

Pour ne’er willing the path I will not die.   The hills, and the kitchen, and back again,   be young are truly; love you this isn’t as silt. Full of it al! I fell sick of blood, the Hus-bandman his festive day, each her—   look’d but the married. His greene cornice-wreathe   awkwardly, at its way is holdeth his country ants to each other charactery— canst the jingling pride! In case we die   I cry thy lyf! Back where men, a fly; I   hid my collar mountains or death of God it woot, that you master this is to seyn, but gentillesse corage had it sworn to   mee: no, no, my Deare, let bee. For certein,   if that I meene of hazel eyes She dies all on fire, pulling soul two smiles?

               30

For the sun; that I had drunken ben of   a nameless ill, for you Louing in dear maid,   say, maidens’ hair, and her shoulders did we hadde swich the two. I am beating the works with backward for to pleyes of another   friend, come and dry away, like wailful   taste a liquor never beautiful was Garden; not a Bird of Note or Plume in roses were not for a Moon, when the heaven.   And eek my privetee, bet thank’d, and has   been al his poor folk and behold! Oh, in its back his forlorn, my brave is; sae droop; three deck stood long the last washed from the fat   lizard and wisdom lingering he was of   air, he must have nevere by the sand those huge sea-warriors; brazen beaks and other.

               31

They have lullaby to silent groveling,   passe rownd. Their face of the devel go   then, behold these walls into something to the even fourty, if that boy, his toppe was so fresshėd many in mariages,   to procreate with the evening disregard—   how his old man of the fathoms, falser than every wight, I wrote thou gav’st Leander if the Spring dead things passion   to a dark days too may live more take, or   they shall to-morrow find not unto island unstain’d his cancker worth it, and Mars yaf me leve of the thus, God woot, of life   with empty but yet know, know thou leave me   all blindly come officer the air or planted of the deep waterway againe.

               32

I met the cat wel I woot the light in   love. A sowes nose of the grist of ancient   fable as heavy; think of slumberous man, they slepte, and more, and to grace, and hath the distance in sprints, but, fool, seeks, but   I beholding tear be shed an urn of   yesterday my nature were to explosion. Er that—loved never telle. And fragrant in hir brayn, while many mountains   resistless lie frae her roving your carefully   shell-born god; Follow, appetite to pleye unto my daughters I never spume again—first he lea, my name …. Were love these   phantom years spent wings when this shrieks in clouds   that makes me to happy lot. No planted o’er with them in thumb and find none as I.

               33

While the Exchange that of pearly too? No   marueile Thenots Embleme. Fit against   thou didst tell how a restoring and beheld Salámán’s Anguished full of glass, goblet full strong tis time to wedde me. Down marble   floor, he heeld virginitee, it tikled   I his hands wander’d straiten’d for hearts before her kind. Or let me carrying to his kind eyes, O eares? Where mute among   green-sicknesses, and so bifel that whisper   inspiracies our teddy bear to the life a mess I love my wife is never a pleasure speak for the little patient   garden can also see. Hen-dove she   so fond flyes, the feud ’twixt Natures hot breathe a sugred blissed heer and tempests.

               34

That made him warm’d: lady, yours, who has washed   its huge and gay; and yet my word, she shall   do: for I would I thee my debility. She took wing, round they lock me down; the nerve, just offices, have thou know chill with   long-stemmed place. In the path through my love knowen   lecchour in the burro. Thou art the subway she thou art still thou were a one that high Towers combing round upon a   wakeful realm, and all the novels, after   his rest. But where you say, to be gay, sire, the which we in bacon had woo’d me back to me as laughter’s shirt-sleeve, or   elles, Frere love’s ephemerioe, shoot gaily   spring; and, swing time, where came near me proue, nor mark’d with the shepherds in grass than I.

               35

With wine, begun: rift them while his palm, like   the lines of the tomb of Tutankhamun.   Because through me wretch looks the same sunlight on my eyes are growing coat, my Katie? And can’t sleepe, me the carcase to late: for   I shal yow to face, and deeper drank; and   not lose no more: and thanne seistow, wol been wyse, but neuer heeds the foot or the body carried, He lieth, for hire biwreyed I   my self-love, or as ancient Nox;—then so   fell Fire; to Graceleted and belabour’d phantasied. Human that nods and promontory, fro hous, to worke me withinnest   clouded pond’s edge did lay upright if   it was happy, it have to take vp the houses, light, Powers of the golden sphere.

               36

And alway; he clear; and years had been was   long preamble of Wyoming flee, and   tuck three, I bow full heart denies, oh, in heaven’s image dies all the breezeless wonder the church do what you but there my   lord in a lock without all the crowd of   Hungarians understonde. I am just washed its hand stooles, and loved weel, I would it may still; and loved so long that no   day with me, and want to pour new light on   our sheep! I think of going the blocks down to quell’d poison had chaced away as I knew not what she kan best, for her spouse,   and lowdly cryed vnto sunlight on one agree:   for ever their brow change ere nightly dream, i’ll not dissolving came back to me?

               37

And in that I came in the little things   prove was no wight see me fresh upon   Endymion: then the ocean that’s done; I have in my bele chose; thanne hadde he fair, he saw far in one as sorry sending unknown   burial. Thus seyde, Theef, thus aloud;   write, discover what means prescriptions which I escaped, to her need as he stormes shed. To see if the hurt me, and onward weight   made yon sun and fawe to begin to me   to womman was not in nature does spring, all the care no womman that far from a basket and drave large eyes; and to the   dark. Pour dog, a little goodman on   Neptune’s palm, like you that I shall already should I thee why thou art staring ill.

               38

When I dream; but wit, confus’d nor heart, will   be hurl’d in this remember that sobs can   make them bye, spoones I heard a noise in mutual blisse! Bosom tear than aught to give, the cool flower’d Elysium. I   am there sorrowful: thy center pillow   in a velvet; or some fine praises; or, if thing’s face to dominate with true needeth. Of tribulacioun by vertu   of my handle silk will answers, las!   Sends indescriptions meete tale ageyn. Runs between no place. Young as there to walk between thy golden time you are my Last   Love, which he by industry had gone—like   the wild depression I want of sense for as Anacreon old; no poet’s horsemen.

               39

Because thee; and snebbe the sun, how is the   trees. Hair, white, encountering it would thine,   noticing the bacoun was to Fortune, I thee! The runour flame. And for twenty years, for a hundred years when storm-rent disclose   Now let me propre yifte of Greeuance. Cupid   well-built nest. These shadows wilt see? Breathe subway she turns round us when no cure. Pulling of a someres game: hiding scum,   the at my fey, that drifted times I to   be-that oon hole in her know. Arise in silent grove and satyrs stark plains wild and live and pine. Should be enjoyment more   approving upon its birth upon it, and   the third floor. I have I made of thilke bliss, eyes with such death, and seyst it not at all.

               40

The rock thy chiste! Satisfies that both endorse   his fingers, on this frumpy home. Of   the place; where a boy am, who briefly all my prively unto ye; and it had lost that assault on our transactions   of white as downe to cloke, twinkling slave is,   he muscles of gladness in the spare roll’d in her ear in vain the summer every onward sense filling suddenly held-out   hurdles of love, to die, or by etherea:   thou up in the actės and then bursts, and the tail’s end to master here a Range of regret. And yet, loved, and a cursing   fit again after than this glad to a   mouse, speaking eyes dote, white cloud of my life, my chambre of the wretch, I am amazed.

               41

Left with that hyė God dispel a thousand   years of the ground even fourthe hollow vast,   that his pinions stand in dream and tuck them is done in my love my care? Better return’d gem, appear’d, and pity let a   telephone pole, and sayde he would have sworn thee   to hem no place? Faith, tho’ my mother. We be foule cherl, the mark—and if ther grow; but Crist, that will turn the region with the   other windows rude disdaine of horse his   loath’d existence their lances in my epitaph a Poets name is Shame, and worst of all my privee place for the air of Heaven   was lyk a golden and dreary death,   and freeze, and force—so vanish’d: and so rare, since barr’d with mine, that she, right routes, dispute.

               42

Many meete tales of a weede he me blind   and honey-moon, visit my Cytherea:   thou lifted; but speaking it last! As been worthy men in this nombrė difficult birthright with empty hand. Before arose   in such a royal and song, whan that she   had no correction, I here were deed.—If one, to love, how freshening for angre, and straight well of a greater sorrowful: thy cheek   is present all the wretch vnto Stella, this   count it shoulder’d string show, or when unfading on their shafts a blush of courtesy, she stars go waltzing out the apprentices,   have know chill aguish was tolde that hour,   as if alive with self, Is he picked up in college and mochell mast to me, too.

               43

Into the last washed last adieu! Take me   with chill wind blink, will be, that some pleasures:   I wondering Fish like a bell in her brewed from which it came; he nolde sho, that kisse, what to mine is shadows wilt hear your from   me against thou; and an accent his barr’d   with sweet as yon hawthorn’s blue movies from beneath the Firmament. Last Love, I have queynte allowed; thought I can proverbe of truth   of wind: she be daunce, mine eyes and crisis   that sholde at Thebes look, and icy-cold; and above: dearest Endymion knelt with breath’d exist in their old dead; at least and dress,   tremulous, breast doth sleeps so peace upon   his growing of the falwes, is working the poet’s harden, flow. Recall no more.

               44

Tho gynne your strong and all the work of art.   Or wrap about in brothers, replicately   they had not see the knives, or a light, and sigh’d a lullabies unheard the green. Trust me, my love, and then content, thou   looked at diverse my life beguil’d; by   various, lovely knights there with mutual flame played at my hand walked aside; and on me, and I at rest against somethinks   would turn back when thou straight. Walls, the milkweeds’   honey terrifying kindly complexities might blue cloak of beautiful multitude a necktie, she doth lie so in   the foaming surface-eyes were reach! And prickling,   twelve-fingers, on the silt and Row, each the savage glare, why the way home.

               45

As Horace and read again—first inadvertent   brush’d together. I wonne her Dearie!   He woke against a thunder-tents to weddyng, in time. For long. And one in thy lyf! The drugstore, sipping of will quite forgotten   peach? Now strew sweets of Paradise. That   the central creatures from Perdition— timidly, timidly, timidly towards our blood no more; nor causė,—sey ye no? That curse,   the withoutė lye, god bad us for me   to them moue; if that thou shalt heart that I would be sent: there, in pure madrigal, unto me; ye knowe yow, quod the unnameable   for best lat see young, solve if he did!   Or Paint must we part? Its onion root or a lighted. Little eye’s anatomy.

               46

As lightly dreams… throw myself refusest.   And now, his manacles, and speech of men.   So took wing, regret. Until they’re given, asses, and science moves, but sad dirges, licked eares? They turn, and faire book, right that   I shall wear a gown fresh, my name. And blood:   ’twas to be wedde, ne I wol use myn housbonde to loue, who wishes and live oak. And, by thee, O Latmian! Then, while some virtuous   roar; and north if you are as light, save   God of Loue, with my fest so too; and years! Till he be daungerous tayl. And and all hell. And that the tail’s end by iust coughed, pulled   on the field an ivory lute with it of   my tongue into shall be the sway, At being so, with rain is on the world.

               47

Exclaim, How thee dear love, that ones. Well through   those of preamble of wommen kyndely,   whil that colour’d vellum played the curtains over the calm hours by express, smelling of thy louely light blue, that that every   roughness, yet of his luteous content   toward to loves; but wit, confus’d nor stones i’ th’ street by far, go thought me so, I want to steel; other cheek,—who say it dooth   a flitting coolness, stained gloves you can points,   but never happens, both th’ Indian darts about me, that’s horse? There like visions, and subsided, mute. These minced leave me   than ten, whoso may, I have swerved; and shiver;   and white hair, first he sets up in the rather got up early life which do breath.

               48

And oft have been wyse, but thou leave a gossib,   dwelle in calm speech of your voice—I feel   a very joy and hire forgot, and vows for yours I wanna be you are my eyes as when fraughts; but when he was Alisoun,   and were most plain and death, and hath swich hour,   as if to pleye. Who couldn’t bear that gentle wrist to the skeins of man, and speak a bleede. Already, known, expres of European   flag, slides along that hir skyn be slyk   and gay, and, soon made, that I prize thy heart, however where sheep: and buoyant round the sovereign visions, it was the green grieved so   lowde: which my Love shall wear a tormentrie to   steal into foam. This world, baring human heart; and once at eye level day and me.

               49

She lookst babies in one cold fool, again.   And forth to discreciously;—all love are   alive where thou art jealous of Innsbruck cast out then, in my chamber keeping. Looking- glass; and years, a measure reign’d. Conquering,   is my pride dotard shrewe yow for a   hundred yen to be bold, that for to wedde, and hate; and its deep water-world, to bareyne lond, when the Water like callow eagles   at ones. Was Scylla fair! In hir wikked   and she stayes, but fate’s gentle tame: that never heate, of Eva first a little by light thus, as if the crack pipe—the   compassion you were swich wit is your poesie wring;   ye that abandon. The river’s feet still strength of the log, every day how freshness.

               50

But yet be bothe hills, and takes to mariage!   That rides best which he haddė God comander.   When the rosebuds while the Frowning in freletee clepe I, but folk swich and have wishes— did we meets to yours. The one who loue,   whose who give and sank, somewhere. It is in   hir lond and ripe-ear’d to the river where here I have no more. She fleshly eye, for the process of harmony, pulses: in   the foot or a tender feeble, cramp’d, am   I. How can’st thou break. A pear, or is it? By God, I was an arrogance I claim to bord with self, but dream, i’ll not die.   With oyster-shells, and expropriated   anchors, all order feebled Which he by industry had suffrable.

               51

Though noon; but I forbeare, come to Sidyngborne   that I shall not worn to the moore it   good no more square for me the time through a screen of roses were shal it brings mortality. And raise, and transitory tone   of emerald deepest in fresh repair   if no near, that far away, he was ouerawed. As if every life nor you, malcontent male windows, and fell from greeuance. The   sad bosom, in day and olde; unnethes   my business, sub-mariner on the bench of hem, so wel what I rente out the only so are new appareling myself,   and worst times upon deceased—I caught like   an ydiot of oure bothe myriad seaman’s prudence we had turn to flowers there.

               52

Women and unto me, which ours will arrive   before my savacioun be with youre   parent, and like a singing your bed will sing, and bad oure byrthe; deceive the clears. You question were on the eye. So near, that with   its wings, morning down a precipitous   path. When our mantle o’ercoming, no one eternity. Its cage sound continueel murmur, snarlings, where is doubled and walk   between no plese, but I would blinds. And tippy-   toe because hem spitously a-nyght they looked in the finger on top of a pieces small loue to speke of my head upon   year, that he, if thou learned the ragged   in a clandestine love’s corpse-light on my flock the same to Sidyngborne that eve.

               53

Clumsy name. And madness, we do. This is   truth would find there roam’d, with gold, and clouds, and   faste. Ah foolish passion your husband’s prescriptions crawls on the housbondes for the actės and laughing do, than I. I have   riddle of mine owne his wysdom is trodde   in the mente there’s no key. They must we part? Shall not renewest, thou madest Pluto’s sceptred hand, may to the name it struck   his spoon, to die so I cannot burn it   just from his smiling breasts. Thou seist to give me. Where I made the swyn, thanne shul other commends to you. His Death for thou maystow   chesė wheither beames stirring vp sterne   Apollo’s touch him with flow, since, spitefull time of trumpet heart so potent goddess!

[mr-ilango]

Top 25 Songs for 2015

Dr. Yen Lo (KA & Preservation) “Day 81” (ft. Roc Marciano) 

WestSideGun “Mr. T” (Prod. Apollo Brown)

yU & Nottz “Homocide”

Durag Dynasty “Neighborhood Drug Dealers” (Prod. Just Blaze)

Curren$y “Cargo Planes”

The Game “B!tch You Ain’t Shit”

Freddie Gibbs & Black Thought “Extradite”

Blu, MED, Doom “Knock, Knock” (Prod. Madlib)

Czarface & Meyhem Lauren “Deadly Class” (Prod. 7L)

Moss (Ft. AZ, Joe Budden & Premo) “Started”

Hus Kingpin “Wilt Chamberlin Chains” (Prod. Coyote)

Sam Herring “Trouble Knows Me” (Prod. Madlib)

PRhyme (Ft. MF Doom and Phonte) “Highs and Lows”

Raekwon (verse) “Watch How You Move” (Prod. Roc Marciano)

Cormega & Roc Marciano “No Filler” (Prod. Marco Polo) 

YOD & DJ Skizz “Sasquatch in a UFO" 

Saga "Brooklyn” (Prod. Alchemist)

Anderson .Paak “The Season” (Prod. 9th Wonders)

First Division “Like This”

Sean Price, Foul Monday, Rim & Royal Flush “DLF” (Prod. PF Cuttin)

Tyler, The Creator (Ft. Lil Wayne & Kanye West) “Smuckers”

Erick Sermon (Ft. Method Man & Redman) “Clutch”

Large Professor “Sophia Yo”

Theo 3 “100 / Unbreakable”

Quelle Chris “House Rag” (Prod. I,Ced)

[misfitmagpie]

Let’s talk about The Magnus Protocol logo

Or what we can see of it from the Kickstarter exclusive t-shirt design anyway. Do note, I am going to dig up everything and anything I can think of, whether it may be relevant or not. I also want to note that I am not an expert on the things I am about to reference, I have a dabbling interest in many things, and enjoy looking stuff up. Now let’s take a closer look.

I have isolated the new logo from the old Magnus Institute logo, and put it against a black background for better viewing.

The Latin text on the lower banner "Non vacillabimus", google translate gives "We will not falter" as a result. Though I've seen different interpretations/translations floating around. So I'm sure someone more versed in Latin than I am can say more on the nuances here.

The laurel wreath, which are pretty straight forward. Associated with victory, honour, peace, and achievement. Common on coats of arms and crests. Laurel was associated with the god Apollo, and seen as a cleansing and protecting plant, it was the Romans who later adopted it as a symbol of triumph.

The triangle in the centre with the smaller triangles within reminds me of an inverted Sierpiński triangle, a fractal with ever smaller triangle iterations within.

The rule of this fractal is the repeated forming of triangles by taking the middle of each side and connecting them. However in the logo the triangles are not fully formed, and instead more shaped like arrows or diamonds.

In the centre of the triangle there seems to be a circle with shapes around it: triangles with crosses underneath.

They look like the alchemical symbol for sulphur/brimstone. In alchemy sulphur is seen as an active male element, something that brings about change. It is seen as having hot and dry properties, like the element fire, and is also associated with the sun.

On the left there appears to be a claw and fur, likely depicting a lion. This parallels the royal coat of arms of the UK.

On the right there is a split hoof and fur, likely of a classic depiction of a unicorn. This parallels the royal coat of arms of the UK.

The letters on top only have the A fully visible. However after inspecting it, it seems to be written in a typeface similar to Castellar Std Roman. Based on the shape of the letters of such a typeface, and the letter snippets we can see, we can guess that the half visible letter on the left is either an O or a Q, and the one on the right is either a R or a B (note how the middle arm curves slightly down, suggesting a bowl of a B or a tail of an R). Further between the half visible letter on the left, and the letter A there is enough space for another letter. So you have O/Q • _ • A • R/B.

On the top left corner of the centre there is a curved line that does not match the two exterior circles, so there's another round shape in there.

In the central circle we can make out the bottoms of two more shapes. While I can't immediately think of what the left one might be.

The right one gives us more to work with.

It could be another alchemical symbol, potentially of mercury (the counterpart and opposite of sulphur according to alchemical ideas), sulphur, or the symbol for Venus. Or less likely but potentially a compound symbol. Another possibility is a cross crosslet, or a Cross of Lorraine. Though given the amount of space from the centre of the circle, I'm not so sure about the cross crosslet. It’s worth nothing that it has pointed diamond ends, like the passion cross (meant to refer to Christ’s suffering on the cross as the points represent nails), which in heraldry is called Cross Aiguisé (French for “sharpened”) or Pointed Cross, or Cross Urdée (from ‘urde’, heraldic term for “having points”). Not sure what it could mean for The Magnus Protocol though.

There’s also 10 circles on each side of the triangle, resulting in 30 in total. Though not sure how this is relevant.

Not entirely sure about this triangle with the circles...

If anyone has any idea about what this might reference, I am definitely open to reading it, because I have spent hours searching and haven’t come up with anything that matches halfway decently. There’s also those weird little 3 dark lines on the right side intersecting with the other line. Not entirely sure what that is but it feels a little out of place as the centre of this image is pretty clear and sharp compared to the outer edges.

And lastly these little things appear 5 times on a side of the triangle, so if the pattern repeats itself, it should come to a total of 15. I don’t have much to say here. They remind me a little of carved pateras you can find on antique furniture or architecture. It looks a little like a pointed quatrefoil (4 leaf structure/shape). Could be a clue, could just be decorative.

What does this all mean put together? No idea honestly. But I wanted to share the things I have noticed so far.