#Ambrosia And Friends

[the-saurian-specimen]

THE GIRRRRLLLL IS BAAAAACK!!! IT IS ONCE AGAIN TIME TO POST CRAPPY PICTURES OF HER!!!

[starsambrosia]

Remembering the time with Apollo i heard some one screaming in the city and i ran towards it (rule no. 1 do not do that youll get ambushed 9 times out of 10)

Apollo told me not to go

I told him i would

I ran

My body freezes up and he says "you will turn around. And you will go home." And my body began to rotate without me and started walking home a bit stiff at first but i gave up fighting after a simple "no."

And that was one of the many times Apollo "walked" me home and most likely saved my damn life.

Though some times he just took over to show off that he was infact who he said he was, as i was at the time...genuinely convinced he was one of gods angels sent from heaven to get me to read the bible more 😭

He is like a watcher whos main goal is to keep me safe from myself

[kiroonsmoon]

Hewwo Arcane Odyssey heads, I bring another oc. More my “mc” oc but also not really because she’s heavily tied with my friends ocs too. Anyways.

Ambrosia is a pirate who simply does anything she wants. Having woken up with no memory, only holding the flower she wears, she simply goes about her day to day life with no care. Distant and cold, she’s ended up on the path of a pirate and founding her own crew on her ship she calls “The Water Hemlock”.

She’s rivals with @tired-needs-sleep oc Raju Elytra :).

[mekha-draws]

oh man tell us about Turuque (#66308507) ? they look really cool

Ah yes, The Scout, the Aimless Mouthful, Ambrosia's babygirl, one of the Altar's most guy of all time, Turuque!

One of the few who willingly joined the Altar's troupe with no relation to them at all. His past before joining is short and unimportant to him all things considered: exiled from his old home due to an untreated variant of gembond breakout that originated with him which took many of their residents down, he was left to his own devices and took the exile in stride. He would make the most with his circumstances no matter what crossed his path and eventually he managed to lessen his gembond infection via herbal remedies and his own stubborness (the treatment did lessen his outbreak but left hole-like colored spots across his scales and th occasional itch and scarring resulting of picking his own scales and wings)

On one of his many traversals across the canyonwalks he came across what at the time was a ragtag gang composed of Queren, Fass, Ambrosia and Cuu. They let him hang around and share a couple meals while he aided them cross the realm to the nearest city. On their last day, Turuque came to them to let him join their gang assuring them that his assistance would be of use should they require it (it being his practical knowledge in medicine, navigation and generally a good around attitude, not much but its honest work), they declined him. With a half-hearted apology and a vacant promise of goodwill they went their way and him his.

Years would pass before he came across the now entourage, named the Roving Altar, being led by the same small gang he met so long ago. He stalked them from a distance with no particular goal, simply enjoying the feeling of getting to hang around with them like the old times even if it had to be in such a disclosed way. One thing led to another and he found himself in the same position from last time: before them at the crossroads, wanting in. This time though, his wish was given more consideration and after a long discussion and explanation from them, he simply accepted; leaving all leaders baffled at his choice. It's not that Turuque dismissed their warnings or didn't know what he was getting into, he didn't even "see" nor "felt" this so called Altar they would claim to be subordinate to, he just enjoyed having them around and belonging somewhere after so much time.

He is among the first to reach any clans the Altar is interested in meddling with, he pitches the clan's strengths and why they choose said clans for their trading group to make business with. Some clans are more privy to these sort of offers from stranged travellers but Turuque is particularly good with his wordings and manages to get his way for them via good word pressed from previous arrangements or placid conversation and a confident approach (something he will admit he wasn't aware he could pull until being put to practice on a whim), sometimes their negotiations cam take days or weeks and while most have been successful, there are the rare declines that simply roll off his shoulders like nothing, not all can be winners after all.

When the clan gets their way and settle for the coming days of trade and sales, Turuque passes most of his time aiding the traders so their staying is as well received as possible while his friends do their ritual thing (although he thinks he should be more concerned or alert about that part, he knows whatever meddling the Altar does has not afflicted negatively the clans they have visited so he keeps to himself with that). Once all is done and everyone packs to leave he gets to spend time once again with his pals, having now time to chat and play a bit to lessen their worries or talk away what weighs in their minds. He is well aware of Fass' failing mind be it to his delusions or the maybe real thing controlling him around, Queren's sudden absence and Ambrosia's stress and Cuu's fears; he knows he can't do much to really fix anything on his own, he really doesn't know what he is working with and refuses to acknowledge the big That which clearly haunts this whole clan. But it's really difficult to do so when there's nothing at all, so in the meantime he only nods and plays along

[dreamergraveyard]

Holy shit I'm more British than I thought.

[eterniravioli]

In the Greek myths chariot AU (incredible concept btw), is Athena going to be the patron god of Alonso? Me and some friends agreed that Alonso would 100% think of the Trojan Horse and would also outsmart the cyclops but then doxx himself to gloat.

ooh this is so interesting. i honestly hadn't thought about fernando yet but athena makes so much sense, especially thinking about how much he just understands cars and how he has been successful in f1, endurance, rally, etc. he also would ABSOLUTELY doxx himself to gloat he would definitely be like athena in terms of pride after a victory

i don't know if he is going to be making an appearance in the fic, but i did breifly consider making sebastian the patron of athena bc (a) mans a fucking nerd and (b) he is genuinely so smart while racing, i'm thinking specifically about moves like the double overtake in the pit lane where he just knows all of the rules and uses it to his advantage. i eventually decided on a different god though you will have to wait and see hehe

[mestos]

drawingsssss..... ocs as usual :3

[geezsims]

Polar is pretty cut up, but they're taking it upon themself to be everyone else's rock.

[starsambrosia]

Storytime: Apollo and the dislocated wrist

Tw Christianity mentions

So i was a little runt of a teenager who was pretty dead set on the whole christian god. He is the one true god thing even when Apollo showed himself to me multiple times if you know me you know the story lol

So i was being my usual brat of a self and when he appeared again while i was at the park with some friends he said "dont climb that tree, youll fall and hurt yourself" and you wanna know what i did after receiving what i now know was a vision of me doing exactly that?

I climbed

The damn

Tree

Saying "oh yeah? You're so called Apollo??? Im gonna climb this tree just to spite you"

I swear to the gods abouve he has the most patience i have ever seen in anyone because he just crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows telling me once more "do not climb that tree." I cant recall if he made it a command but either way i wanted to go against him so i climbed the tree

And about halfway up i got another vision of me falling about 10 feet and breaking my neck so i froze in fear as i realized...mmmaayybee that was actually Apollo.

Maybe im going to die up here

And the fear that wracked my body made me come scuttling down so fast i slipped and barely caught myself in time, i hear a pop! And my wrist mightve gotten a tad dislocated or sprained but last i checked sprained dosnt go pop

So there i was surrounded by my two pagan friends who were telling me off about how lucky i was he didnt punish me or how i barely got out of that stupidity

All while he stood not far from us giving me this face

Do you know how fucking funny it is to be the dumbest bitch in the room and have Apollo looking at you like THAT 👍 👌 😭

Im glad i got off with a sprained or dislocated wrist, my friends at the time helped me put it in a makeshift cast so thankfully it healed pretty fast. I only assume i got off with just that because i backed off about 7 feet up wich wasnt that high in comparison. Considering it was a pine tree.

Moral of the story, Listen to Apollo.

[laugtherhyena]

I AM NOT NORMAL I AM NOT!!!!!!

[transcakeoutintherain]

Life extremely rules.

[wackulart]

woe oc be upon ye

got super inspired by the oc content i've been seeing recently and also from talking to friends about their ocs and i just wanted to draw some of mine again

he's from a series with my brother @cupidsaer0s that i hope to make a comic of someday!

[evtoine]

I AM NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME

[tired-needs-sleep]

contrary to how she is now, raju in the earlier chapters was very unsure of things. a little insecure, even. everything about the world around her was new, save for acelia and ambrosia, and she constantly worried that she would get someone hurt because of her ignorance

[unravelingwires]

High

Ambrosia has an encyclopedic knowledge of narcotics. No one in vampire society knows how she got it.

Well, nobody left in vampire society.

[yandere-romanticaa]

"Oho, I did not see you there!" chirped the white haired hero, his blue cloak trailing behind him as he walked straight towards you. It was difficult trying to maintain a calm demeanor and your best to ignore the heat in your cheeks and thumping of your heart. Not too long ago, you had parted with a friend and said friend was not shy in expressing his feelings towards you.

His pride and ego would take a massive hit if he was even aware that you were even entertaining Lord Phainon to begin with, but that was its own beast.

Right now, a beast as white as snow stood before you, his lips stretched out in a wide grin, pearly white teeth shining so brightly beneath the sunlight that it had you wondering whether or not he was going to sink them in straight into your delicate neck.

He probably would if he was not so impeccable at keeping his desires at bay. Or so he liked to say.

Phainon was many things, many wonderful, glorious things. And the moment you stepped foot into the city, he had been nothing but attentive, sweet, kind, generous, suffocating...

And that was not going to change any time soon.

He stood before you, arms opened wide as he hoped you would leap into his arms for a hug. Fearing to see him upset, you obliged his request, just not with the vigor he so desired. His scent overtook your senses the moment his body came into contact with yours - pretty white hair tickled the side of your neck, big arms entangled together as you heard him mutter something but were ultimately unsure of what.

As suffocating as he was, it could be hard to resist him at times. This was one of them.

Staying in his arms felt like sweet bliss, sweeter than any ambrosia as Phainon cheekily brought his lips closer to your neck and blew a hot breath on it, causing you to yelp in surprise. He shook a little as he laughed, the sound loud as it rang in your ears but the chorus came to an abrupt end just as soon as it started.

Phainon stood still as a statue, his back stiff and arms tight like a vice, as if he was contemplating something.

Icy chills went down your spine once you felt him softly inhale your scent, knowing damn well that he was going to find something a little more extra there. The musk had been entangled with your own scent and you prayed to every god in the known universe to grant you the mercy of a peaceful afternoon, but that plan was simply not in the cards.

The man said nothing as he cradled you in his arms, the silence deafening as the world around you continued to spin and move. No one seemed to notice the two of you, which just added another layer of horror to this already bad situation. A brisk shadow covered Phainon's face but it vanished in an instant, his blue eyes sparkling like jewels as he gazed down at you with fondness.

"I see you bought a new perfume for yourself. I am not sure what to make of it!"

With a gulp, you chuckled as your mind kept going through the several possibilities at hand - was he giving you an out? Did he hope you would come clean and say that someone else had hugged you tightly just as he was right now?

Was he perhaps playing dumb? Acting ignorant on purpose to lower your guard down?

Who knows. Maybe he really did think that you had bought a new perfume. But, that uncertainty was what shook you to the core. You just could not know, not unless it was too late...

In a split second decision, you choose to coyly say that you had indeed picked something up for yourself in the market. It was on sale and it was so pretty, how could you not buy it?

Phainon laughed, the sound loud and boisterous.

"I could have bought it for you, it really wouldn't have been any trouble for me!"

His grip became impossibly tight once he felt you trying to pull away, that damn grin still plastered on his handsome face. He looked as if he wanted to swallow you whole and if he really wanted to, he probably could in some way.

Suddenly, the sound of a church bell chiming in the distance distracted you both, granting a moment of reprieve as you swiftly but carefully stepped away from him. You put on your most convincing grin and waved him goodbye and you made sure to blow him a kiss for extra measure.

Phainon pretended to catch it with his hand and pressed it close to his heart, his gaze never once leaving your form as you quickly became nothing but a shadow in the distance. Today, he would let you go. He needed to be calm and smart about this, he cannot just charge right in and have you as his own, it just did not work like that.

Besides, he was never one to turn down a challenge. Phainon simply just did not know the meaning of giving up.