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[kingsmoot]

i feel like talking about my house bolton oc so let's word vomit some stuff about her and her supporting cast. content warnings for animal death, mild gore, corpse mutilation, age gap, recreational surgery 🫀🗡

her name is helicent bolton which i'm not super attached to but i have found naming her incredibly difficult and this was the option i hated least. she is the eldest daughter of lord beron bolton, from a fictionalized historical incarnation of house bolton that requires me to learn exactly nothing of what goes on in awoiaf or in fire and blood. her mother, lady hela bolton, was beron's first wife. she had multiple difficult pregnancies and stillbirths before nearly dying in childbirth while delivering helicent. her not-all-too aggrieved father gave her an h-name in honor of her mother and her disappointing miracle baby.

helicent is tall and kind of boney. she has her father's sharp cheekbones and long downturned nose, and her eyes are a pale, washed out grey. not entirely colorless, but dull and flat and downturned. her black hair falls past her knees and she wears it braided in a tight crown wrapped around her head.

hela never recovered from helicent's birth, remaining waifish and sickly for all of helicent's lonely childhood. beron had myriad concerns outside of his dour immediate family, and took no youths to foster, so helicent's childhood companions were all adults as she showed no interest in mingling with the household's lower born children. she had a sharp head for numbers and from a very young age was interested in the practical drudgery of running a household (sums and accounting, harvest and production, the minutia of keeping a staff) but not in any of the courtesies a lady of the house would be expected to display. she was a reserved and serious child, with a dull flat affect. she loved arithmetic and history and didn't care for music or embroidery.

hela died just before helicent turned ten, and beron took a second wife (the same age as hela was when they were first wed seventeen years ago 😒) who promptly delivered him three healthy and hale sons: helman (that one stung), luton, and ondrew. the boys were close in age and close to one another. they didn't feel any particular way about helicent and she didn't feel any particular way about them, as she was a naturally cagey, solitary person and found avoiding them both easy and preferable. she felt, as soon as she was told of helman's birth and given name, that she had been put far from her father's mind. she was no longer his concern, now that he had heirs to spare.

this didn't bother her overmuch, as her childhood to that point had been largely free from her father's influence. between her permissive solitude and the company of the dreadfort's household staff helicent had developed an …anatomist's temperament.

she has no interest in inflicting or enduring pain, but a rapt fascination in observing it as it occured in others. she began killing animals as soon as she found the strength to do so swiftly, pulling and prodding at their inert little corpses and finding tools to assist in her amateur dissection. she was fascinated by the inner workings of the bodies that served as her playthings, and would hound the household maester (maester oskirk) for medical texts and lessons. as a very young girl she entertained the notion that she would grow up to be a maester one day and study human anatomy at the citadel, but she was dissuaded of this very quickly. the killing of animals crests at the sudden and inexplicable death of her father's favorite horse. the whole of the dreadfort's staff is questioned and multiple people give solid alibis for thirteen year old helicent but beron, distant and uninterested as he was, was not a blind fool. he told her she was to be married off and cast out of his sight.

she spends the next three years scaring off prospective young northern would-be lords, all second and third sons. she isn't purposeful in spurning their offers just sort of openly and unabashedly demented. at some point a stableboy turns up dead in the snow, with his tongue, genitals, and nipples removed. the mutilation was done to his body after he was killed and the trophies are never recovered. suspicion for the murder and the butchery immediately falls on helicent but there is a large amount of doubt. she's tall but slight, and not physically strong enough to have overpowered the boy, taller than her by a head and significantly stronger. the working theory becomes that someone else killed him and helicent defiled the body. beron announces that she will be shipped off to the silent sisters and may the southron gods dole out whatever punishments they wish for what she does to the bodies left in her care.

the "someone" that it is suspected to have killed the stableboy -- who had struck up a one-sided friendship with helicent, following her around like a lovesick little kid and finding excuses to spend time near and around her regardless of how little she interacted with him -- is the captain of the dreadfort's household guard. a man i have a deep and abiding affection for but who i have not successfully named. i am bad at naming ocs. i'm the worst at it. i made the mistake of mentally referring to him as steelshanks once and it's fucked me completely for finding an actual name for him that isn't just a canon placeholder. no relation to walton steelshanks from the main series they just occupy the same position about a hundred years apart. for ease of this post i'm going to call him rodwell which is on a list of possible names i've been juggling for him and also a dumb dick joke.

rodwell and helicent are of a height - she, tall for a woman, and he, short for a man - but where she is young and slight he is old and broad. he is barrel chested, well muscled, heftier in his old age than he ever was in his youth and not as fast as he was then, but strong as an ox and keen. he wears his once-dark hair down past his shoulders and is lax about shaving his face, so his jowls and chins are usually covered in stubble. he and beron are of an age, and he's been captain of the dreadfort's guard since before helicent was born.

their relationship began as a genuine and fatherly affection for an odd, neglected child and grew quickly into an inappropriate closeness. rodwell dogs after helicent and helicent indulges his attention for everything he can give her in return. namely, after a few years of sitting in his lap, kissing his stubbly cheeks, reading to him at night because his eyes are "old and weak", she asks if she can cut him open. he agrees.

he's soon covered in faint surface scars from her amateur surgical exploration. after the first year or so she wants to go deeper and he won't let her unless the maester is involved, so helicent ropes maester oskirk into it. the pair sort of come at it sideways though rodwell's like absolutely not you cannot go deeper into the muscle unless oskirk is here to make sure i don't bleed out. and helicent' like ok and stabs straight through into his guts and well. then they gotta go get the maester anyway. oskirk doesn't take a lot of convincing he's sort of been worn down by helicent's antics over the years. frog boil effect.

anyway this post is getting unwieldy. at this point my timeline gets real wonky because i'm still pulling at this like a big tangle of yarn but eventually we get to a point where beron is dead (under suspicious circumstances…) and helman is the very-young-but-not-a-child lord of house bolton whose big sister is in charge of all the practical day to day realities of managing a household. helman and helicent are cordial with one another. he leaves her alone because she wants to be left alone. he is in reality doing her a great kindness by not forcing her out of his house and also not forcing her to marry, but neither of them really see it that way. she's his weird attic-crawling mostly-quiet big sister and no threat to his own inheritance. they are peaceable. they speak to one another like awkward coworkers who do really well on assignment and then turn into stiff edgy deer in headlights if they ever cross paths in the hallway god forbid.

this relative peace doesn't last terribly long as helman is murdered by second-son luton (can't be proven but widely understood to be true) and he wants helicent out of his keep and his life. he arranges a marriage for her to the forty-something lord of a minor house far beneath her station. the lord in question (i also haven't named him i'm sorry i'm so bad at this please believe me i am trying my best) has two mysteriously (not very mysterious, though, is it?) dead wives so far and is the last possible choice for a woman of helicent's station. but she's old now (about twenty seven) and unwed with a weird reputation. turns out being like super efficient at medieval household management doesn't make serial surgical experimentation and murder any easier for anyone to tolerate. surprisingly, these two get on like a house on fire. big hammer horror's countess dracula vibe.

at some point rodwell ends up making the journey down (the minor house is called blyght (pronounced blight) (their sigil is a brown sprig of stinging nettle on an ochre field) and is at the northernmost edge of the riverlands/the southronmost edge of the north) to come see his girl with every intention of rescuing her from her brutish beneath-her-station husband and is shocked to find her well kept and well entertained. the next piece of the yarn tangle is how helicent convinces lord blyght to let him stay with them. they end up sort of being this reluctant duo of graverobber/murderers supplying their lady with fresh corpses for her… experimentation.

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[hoovesandfloorpaws]

there's a difference between loving proof and needing proof.

[thedizzydinosaur]

Day 5 resist (sacrifice/corruption/secret)

Tw: mild gore, mention of death, (temporary) child death

It hurt.

Despite all of the potions and salves that were ment to numb the aria in question, each careful, measured cut of the knife stung like a brand, buring hot and sharp.

But he could not stop, not even for a second. Stopping would make him falter, make him bulk and if he were to do that, he would fail at his task, his vital, time sensitive task.

Viren gritted his teeth, and carefully worked the tip of the blade between one of his ribs and the edge of his sternum.

He had to do this. His son would die if he didn't.

Your son is already dead. A poison laced voice in the back of his mind hissed. Dead and laying on your office desk.

Lissa, his sweet, strong Lissa.. she didn't know his plan. This last ditch, desperate plan that had already cost him so much, that was already staining his skin a ashy grey.

She was yet to find out about soren- no, if she was to find out that he'd passed whilst she was away on urgent business, she would never forgive herself.

He'd lose both of them.

Another rib came away with a stomach twisting sqrunch, and another, and another. Viren kept his eyes fixed on the scene playing out in the mirror he'd set up for this task.

He'd never convince anyone to help him with this. Even Mr experiment on thy self Kpp'Ar, like he'd be any use to anyone any more.

The sight of his own exposed organs was enough of a shock to the system to temporarily nub the pain that came with the handful of ribs that covered his pounding heart.

The fat sack surronding it was a suppriseing shade of yellow, and came away easily from the muscle with a couple of flicks of the knife.

He placed a little of the fat in a bowl - it would be needed for the final spell.

Viren paused, and steeled himself. One wrong move here, and it would be all over.

Over for him.

Over for soren.

Just over.

But there was no time to think about that now. He took a deep, steading breath, angled the knife just so, and cut into his beating heart.

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He was cold.

It was probably the shock of what he'd just done.

And blood loss. Probably. There was a high chance that that was starting to catch up to him, too.

But he'd managed to put his ribs back into place and slap some potent healing salve on under the banages that now bound his chest together before his strength finally failed him.

He could feel the magic seeping into his skin, flesh, and bones. Each breath, shaking and wheezing like he'd just run up the steps of the north tower from courtyard to ramparts, was slowly getting easier, and less painful.

Small drops of relief against an ocean of pain.

He flopped, boneless and weak in his chair.

His time piece, a delicate metal marvel that Harrow had gifted him on his wedding day chimed Somewhere behind him, telling him that at some point the it had stopped being late at night, and started being early in the morning.

He turned his head to look at the sad, still bundle that was his son, still wrapped in his blanket and cuddling his plush dragon to his still chest.

In a few short hours, Claudia would wake up, and come looking for the two of them.

And Lissa was due home not long after.

.. he couldn't fail them.

Viren pushed himself to his feet, ignoring the way his head swam and his chest burned, and hobbled over to his desk, leaning heavily on his stalf for support.

He still had so much work to do, and so little time to do it.

[imnotaman]

What do I do???

Okay, so. My cat, Penelope (Female, 42) has recently killed a group of 108 mice who call themselves "the suitors". She's been really depressed since then and I don't know what to do.

She won't leave the house, she won't talk to anyone, she won't even look at me! She's just been mumbling about all of the cats and mice she's killed. She's even stabbed a Dog 600 times with a trident!

I need help, I have no idea how to help my cat... I'm worried for her.

- Ares

[fraternum-momentum]

🧸 thats one of the emojis of all time truly

[narcissisticpdcultureis]

npd culture is "hey i already let you talk about your conversation topic about you so why are you talking about a second topic that's still about you.... it's my turn...."

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[servant-of-circe]

Sigh.. mod.

Show them the hold them (Telegonus) down song.. :(

"...what the fuck."

"Teleg... Teleg, I can explai-"

"Can you!? Can you really!?"

"..."

"Leave. Leave my room now."

[kingsmoot]

helicent, lucamore, and rodwell 🩷🖤

maker sauce: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1855819

[marylily-my-beloved]

my fav emojis at your request:

💀🧍‍♂️🦇😭🗡🧐🫀

THANK UUUUUUUUUUU SO MUCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH <333 I WILL MAKE AMAZING TAG FOR U <333

[imnotaman]

"This is my husband, Odysseus. And this is Odysseus's boyfriend, Poseidon. And this is Poseidon's wife, Amphitrite. And this is Amphitrite's girlfriend, Aphrodite"

Tagging the other members of the chart bc why not

( @king-of-the-fish @odysseus-of-ithaka @4mph1r1t3 @notesbyaphrodite )

[luv-lenore]

hello! welcome 2 my selfship sideblog!!

♡ i usually go by lenore or ezra on here!! i also respond 2 beatrix or lydia ^_^ (lenore is my s/i's name, ezra + the rest are me for-realsies !)

♡ i use she/he prns and am nonbinary!! any gendered terms are fine!! im also a lesbian!!

♡ i am a minor but adults can interact!! 18+ pls dont dm!!

♡ sharing is totally fine!! i selfship for fun!!

♡ proship + nsfw dni pls

♡ my strawpage!: ♡♡♡ (wip </3)

romantic f/o's !!!!

♡ ricky potts (rtc) (🐈‍⬛🛸⭐️) **

♡ chihiro fujisaki (dr (sorry 💀)) (💻🧸🧶) **

♡ ashley graham (re4) (🐭🧡🌼)

♡ cassandra dimitrescu (re8) (🗡🍷🪰)

♡ donna beneviento (re8) (🧷🖤🌱)

♡ mother miranda (re8) (⚜️🕊⭐️)

♡ zoe baker (re7) (🌾🚬📞)

♡ lottie matthews (yellowjackets) (🦌🍂🪵)

♡ shauna sadecki (yellowjackets) (🫀🐇📕)

♡ travis martinez (yellowjackets) (🫎🏕🪓) **

♡ laura lee (yellowjackets) (💐🧸⛪️)

♡ kaoru seta (bandori) (✨️🎭🎵)

** i have differing gender hcs than what is canon (or whatever chichi has going on) pls be normal abt that pls and thanks!!

other f/o's !!

◇ ethan winters (re) (father-ish) (🌱🔦🧩)

◇ claire redfield (re) (thats oomf 😭😭) (🏍🌃⛽️)

◇ misty quigley (yellowjackets) (no idea but she's here!) (🧸🏩🧶)

[narcissisticpdcultureis]

npd culture is wanting to tell your fp everything but you don't want to stress or burden them with it. that's the only person ive ever liked!! what if they get tired of me!! that's not allowed!!!!

—🫀🗡 (i hope that's not taken)

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[hotdigitallegend]

astro observations ☿⌁ // neural downloads

1. mercury in gemini 🧠⚡

these ppl are working with 8 mental browser tabs at once and still hit you with the funniest line you’ve ever heard. humor is their weapon & it’s laced with data. don’t try to lie to them, they saw the glitch in your sentence before you finished it.

2. ♄ saturn in the 8th 🕳

emotionally mature but deeply suspicious. won’t let you in unless you pass 17 internal audits. their trust is sacred code. once you’re in you’re encrypted into their soul forever. betrayal? system wipe.

3. ♀︎ venus in pisces ☁︎

in love with the ghost of someone who might not even exist. writes poetry to memories that haven’t happened. you don’t date them, you step into a dream where boundaries dissolve and nothing is as it seems.

4. ☽ moon in aquarius 🧊📡

they feel like wi-fi signals; subtle, everywhere, kind of cold but you need them. emotions processed like code: “analyzing… uploading… archived.” they care, just not the way you’re used to. love feels like space.

5. mars in libra ⚖︎🗡

fighting you with charm and calm logic. conflict is art to them. they’ll seduce you mid-argument, serve justice with a velvet glove, and have you apologizing for starting it. beautiful, terrifying, diplomatic assassins.

6. neptune in the 1st 🫧👁

you look at them and forget what you were saying. people project fantasies onto them like screensavers. they shapeshift in real time, and sometimes even they forget who they are underneath the projections.

7. chiron in the 5th 🎭🕯

childhood wounds covered in glitter. pain woven into performance. they turn trauma into theatre and applause into medicine. healing comes through creation, when they laugh, cry, dance… they’re rewiring the past.

8. uranus in the 11th ⚙️👽

never part of the group, always above the group. an update to whatever room they enter. brings revolution in casual conversation. weird? yes. necessary? absolutely. the alien.

9. sun square pluto 🔥☠️

that constant internal death & rebirth cycle. .yeah, it’s personal. ego forged in disorder. always on the edge of either total destruction or pure transformation. you never meet the same version of them twice.

10. 6th house stellium 🧼📋

hyper aware. skin always smells like eucalyptus. thrives on routine but hides an existential crisis under their to-do list. self-worth tied to how much they can fix, even if it means breaking themselves first.

11. mercury retrograde natally 🔁📉

think in spirals. their voice bends time, memory, and meaning. misunderstood as kids, prophetic as adults. when they speak, listen again - it’s layered.

12. jupiter in cancer 🫀🌊

empathy is their mother tongue. nourishment as a worldview. they want everyone to be full - emotionally, spiritually, and physically. loves like soup simmering all day, comforting, warm, made from scratch.

[deertism]

yr retheme is so lovely !!! :3

Thank you so much, Ether!! How is our favorite yorkie doing?

[servant-of-circe]

An echo filled the main room as a man - probably about 19 or so - entered the Palace of Circe

Knowing the regular routine, Antinous forced on a smile and walked towards the man. It's been a while since there was a new addition to the pig stable, after all.

"Welcome!" Antinous began, shaking the young man's hand. It felt surprisingly warm, the familiar blue eyes almost reminded him of that little Wolf from Ithaca in a way.

The boy seemed... weirded out, slowly pulling away from the shake. "How... long have you been here?" He asked, as if Antinous was the one unwelcome there.

"Oh, well. I've been here for about 3 weeks, maybe a month?" Antinous continued smiling, he needed to keep his composure, or the visitor could grow suspicious.

"...then why hasn't she dealt with you yet...?"

"Excuse me?" Antinous' head snapped up, hus facad nearly fading away. "Nothing! You must have misheard something.

"Uh huh..." Antinous nodded, slowly regaining control of the situation. Control was always a very important thing here in Aeaea, and Antinous was put in charge when Circe was gone.

"And who may you be, you handsome man?" He didn't find the boy attractive at all, but Circe had taught him that the best way to have a man be more comfterable around you was seduction.

"...my name is Telegonus."

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!!!Telegonus is open for asks!!!

[pjackk]

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