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weirdestcornelius · 4 months ago

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Hello again, it's Faerie Anon back to send another long and needlessly in-depth anon comment because writing may too many words about petty bullshit that doesn't matter in the slightest is my curse. Today we're going to be talking about ~Narrative Consistency~ (or inconsistency as I will be talking about here), or as I will call it, the Character Rules. A smaller example of Narrative Inconsistency is Piñata being called the "Birthday Boy" when anthries on Spinch do not know what "birth" is, and Hatchday Hound would have worked better in my opinion.

Now, the Character Rules, as I will describe them, are certain meta rules that apply to each character both in and outside of the narrative. They apply to how the character is allowed to be treated, what they can be called, and even what you can do with them outside of the comic. Certain characters have stricter rules, while others may have rules that are the complete opposite of others. A lot of my examples will be from Cometcare, but I will also go over main-series characters as well.

Let's take Cuddles, the most obvious example. Because he is the series "big bad" and a representation of all of kit's trauma, there are little to no things you can do with him. No shipping, no projecting, you're not even allowed to like him. These are Cuddle's Rules. Other characters who do similar things to him, however (Doom, Puppy, Sunshine) are seen as those who can do nothing wrong and woobified by both the creator and the audience. These are inconsistent Rules.

Next, we have Ally and Howie. Not only are these two given WAY less consequences in Cometcare and would probably be allowed to get away with murder, because they are so personal to Kittycorn, they also have some Rules applied to them. You can't kin them, use pictures of them (even fanart!) as icons, you can't even call yourself their names. These characters are able to do virtually whatever they want while other characters are actually punished for the same shit. These are inconsistent Rules.

Then there's Sly, who's allowed to be the fandom punching bag. Could you imagine someone making fun of Cream for her eating disorder, or Eve for being traumatized by Sly ignoring her? Not at all! And yet, Sly's symptoms of severe depression are allowed to be made fun of because Kittycorn has decided that it is something that the fandom is allowed to do. These are inconsistent Rules.

Oh, but certainly such a queer-comic would be respectful of everyone's identities, right? Well, no. Jay and Orange, who at one point solely used "they/them", were retconned to be "he/they" because "everyone already uses he/him for them anyways". And yet, anyone who uses "he" for Uni when she uses any pronouns, or politely headcanons Sly as using he/him pronouns without trying to make fen a cis man (either keeping them as transfem or having other headcanons, like intersex), everyone loses their goddamn minds. This, DESPITE the fact that Sly was made transfem because of fucking fan headcanons, but all of the sudden those aren't ALLOWED now. Okay. Alright then. These are inconsistent Rules.

There is SO MUCH MORE I could go over. Uni being praised for her sexuality while Levi is demonized for it. Doom "no one is allowed to complain about him ever again" and Hemera "there's still time for the traitor to die". You can make fun of Barry for being schizophrenic but Don't You Dare Make Fun Of Uni or Carrie or some other fan favorite. Every character has different standards that apply to them and if you don't keep track of the main blog ever second of every day you are going to get flayed alive for a mistake! These! Are! Inconsistent! Fucking! Character! Rules!

Now, NONE of this would be a big issue if it wasn't for Kittycorn herself. Narrative Inconsistency in a personal passion project is. Okay. Whatever. It's not MY project so it doesn't matter to me. But with how sensitive and parasocialKittycorn can be with bun's audience, something as honest a mistake as accidentally using the wrong icon can lead to a mob mentality in which everyone attacks this user to defend Kittycorn. You can't even post off-anon on a critical blog without getting death threats, heaven help you if you accidentally make Kittycorn upset for something you had no idea about!

TL;DR: Narrative inconsistency sucks and so does the unusual treatment of characters, but Kittycorn's reaction to it sucks harder.

I rest my case. Thank you.

--Faerie Anon

I'm gonna be honest, I never understood how Cuddles was meant to be the big bad.

He seems rude at most. The worst thing we've seen him do is torture Barry in v1, but Doom, Funfetti, and Puppy also did that with Puppy and Funfetti seeming to ENJOY it. Doom too. Since then he hasn't done anything but be a minor inconvenience to the patients. Like I said in a previous post, the whole thing with him bullying Uni was made out to be a big deal "omg you guys you'll never guess what the bastard did this time!!! It's gonna make your mind EXPLODE!!!!" And it turned out to be him calling Uni's puppets stupid. Like c'mon now, if Barry had been the one saying that people would've done some shit like calling it barruni content. Barry called Uni all sorts of names and yet since it was HIM it was okay. I have very strong feelings about v4 if you couldn't tell.

But the rules for him are also so stupid. If you're making RULES for how people can interact with your content, you are NOT ready to release your content to an audience. Sure, this started as a "comfort oc webcomic", but it's making money now. These are still ocs to kc, but to us they're just characters. It isn't a small personal project anymore even if kit wants to pretend it is, buns has a team working on the comic and everything! More importantly, the comic is supposed to eventually be PRINTED and SOLD. Kc cannot be expecting that the fandom won't grow if it gets printed, because it will. I'm not sure how squeak is even planning on enforcing these rules; what are you gonna do, give a free pamphlet with every comic filled to the brim on the do's and don'ts of the fandom?

The thing with Sly. . .oh it bothers me so fucking much. This fandom apparently wouldn't even dream of making fun of Uni for her autism or Carrie for her eating disorder, but because Sly has depression it's suddenly fine. Oh boy, it's not like depression isn't already constantly made fun of and demonized! The fandom is so so welcoming to those with depression! You make a single joke about Uni and the white knights start flooding your inbox, but Eve and Kc can constantly make fun of Sly without any repercussions. I'm someone who has struggled with hygiene issues for a long time. I do not like Kc because of this. I like sparklecare, but I am very far from liking Kc as a person.

I still remember people getting heated over an anon on a critic blog using Howial as their signoff. "You can't use that name! That's Kc's fursonas ship!!!" I wonder how these people will act when someone who goes by Howie or Ally enters the fandom without knowing about cometcare! I'm sure they'll be so nice and understanding and definitely not bully said person into changing their online name!

It's so annoying to me when Kc has gets upset at someone in the fandom over small trivial things. Come on now, this is a fandom, not a small friend group that's sharing a comic together. People are going to do stuff you may not like. People are going to use your characters in ways you probably won't like. Kc already cut off twitter because of this, so it wouldn't be that hard to just I don't know, IGNORE THE POST instead of making multiple posts on the main blog and trauma dumping on a bunch of teenagers before watching them go white knight for you in the inboxes of the "bad" people. If interacting with parts of the fandom stress Kc out this much then squeak should just ignore those parts of the fandom. I don't like certain parts of the fandoms I'm in, but I ignore the posts and scroll on after sometimes blocking the tag if they have one. It's not that hard. After this amount of time it's on Kc for not blocking the sparklecrit tags.

And before people go calling me insensitive, I've gone through plenty of trauma myself, but that does NOT give me an excuse to make fun of others with different mental issues than me and it sure as hell doesn't give me an excuse to purposefully cause people to get sent death threats and all sorts of other nasty stuff. You can tell me that this isn't what Kc means to do, but people have come to the ZCP to ask them to call off the white knights before and I have never found a post from Kc saying not to do this. It's not that hard to tell your fans off for doing disgusting stuff like that. This fandom is all for mental disability/disorder advocacy and lgbtqia+ positivity until someone does something they don't like, then it's okay to shame them for their mental issues/disorders and violently misgender them all because they did something as terrible as *gasp* having a Howie pfp!!!! Or maybe even doing the ultimate crime of not agreeing with something in the comic! Or DARING to make a post on how their disability that Kc DOES NOT have could be better represented!

#answers #sparklecare criticism #sparklecriticism #sparklecarecriticism #sparklecare discussion #Slydeservesbetter #Cuddleswhy

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techtakesoff · 2 years ago

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Do you have any thoughts on denizens, e.g. how they are assigned to players? :o

I think about denizens uhhhh a completely normal amount I promise. do not look in my notes folder it's fine (/j)

But seriously, I find them really interesting. We see so little of them, but they're deeply important to Homestuck's story and the function of Sburb. Canon gives us a few hints about how they're assigned to players, but there aren't really any hard rules.

The piece of denizen lore that is stated most explicitly in the text is that Yaldabaoth is the deadliest denizen, appears very rarely, and is "usually designated for the most naturally gifted warriors." There is a ton of room for interpretation for who exactly Sburb considers its most naturally talented warriors -- we know it counts Dirk and Caliborn but not Vriska, and presumably none of the other trolls whose denizens were never revealed.

My personal reading is that Yaldabaoth is given to the players with the most set-in-stone morals (not necessarily good ones!) and high ambitions, and being a good warrior is just something that happens to be correlated with those traits; if you have a character who is a hardcore pacifist but rises immediately to any challenge and never backs down, they might end up with Yaldabaoth.

The second most direct piece of denizen lore is that Echidna is assigned to all Space players. Echidna is one of the more benevolent denizens, and appears to have a lot of stake in the players' victory.

She offers Choices that can get them out of dire circumstances, but the terms she asks for can seem impossible to fulfill. According to Jade, Echidna's Choices are usually about facing mortality, and her most powerful abilities may require the player(s) to directly sacrifice themselves (as was the case with Alt-Calliope and the Beforan trolls) in order to enact drastic change.

Players can just kill her, though, if they are unwilling or unable to make a successful bargain, and doing so doesn't seem to have any major consequences. Beyond that, everything we know about denizens is inferred or speculated.

Karkat claims that his denizen might've been the opposite of Yaldabaoth, one reserved for the weakest fighters. Fanon holds that this denizen was Abraxas, but this is unconfirmed (personally, I don't subscribe to that theory, but if it works for your story then go for it.)

We also see that Cetus is associated with Light players, but that leads me into my Hottest Take, which is that denizens probably aren't associated with aspects at all (possibly besides Echidna.) Denizens are much more closely tied to a player's *element* than their aspect.

Cetus, again, has only been seen with Light players, but the legendary monster it's named after has nothing to do with light -- it's a *sea monster.* Rose's associated element is water, and Scorpio is a water sign.

Likewise, Jade's associated element is earth, and Virgo is an earth sign, but Echidna's association to Space appears to override her association with earth when it comes to Calliope (the constellation the cherubim are based on, Ophiuchus, mostly overlaps with Sagittarius, which is a fire sign.)

Hephaestus is a fire god, and Dave and the Aries sign are both associated with fire. The alpha kids' elemental associations are not as clear-cut, but Jane's denizen Hemera has more to do with the sky and air than with Life.

Sometimes aspect ties in with element, as in the case of Egbert's Breath and air, but not always! The Nitrams are Breath players, but earth signs. If your character has a thematic association with something separate from their aspect -- one of the classical elements, a later element from alchemy or chemistry, or really any particular material or even color -- look there for denizen inspiration.

Design-wise, all the canon denizens have serpentine bodies with humanlike heads (or at least faces) and most of them are named after deities or creatures with a similar body shape.

You can always pick something with no existing snake associations and just draw it as a snake, of course, but Wikipedia has a whole category page for "Legendary serpents" from Apophis to JÃ¶rmungandr to Zhulong if you want to stay on theme.

The canon denizens have names drawn from Ancient Greek and Gnostic sources, but there's no reason I see to limit yourself in that regard. Denizens are an extremely powerful tool from a storytelling perspective.

They're very strong, very mysterious, and can serve as a convenient deus ex machina if needed (this is a good thing! Having a way to advance the plot swiftly and dramatically like this is *awesome.*)

Canonically, they have knowledge of all their alternate timeline iterations, which could allow a doomed future self to interact with the alpha timeline using the denizen as a proxy.

Denizens' power over the Incipisphere is, as far as we know, boundless and unparalleled. There is *so much* potential with denizens and I desperately want to see more of them in fanworks.

Consider what could happen if a denizen was prototyped into a sprite, or if a player had the ability to steal their denizen's power and use it for themself, or if two denizens had cause to fight each other directly... again, I think about this a completely normal amount. (/reverse hyperbole for humorous intent)

#homestuck analysis #homestuck #hom3stuck #sburb analysis #sburb denizens #homestuck denizens #mod squarewave #anonymous

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tavtiers · 9 months ago

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hello !! may i request an analysis for the knight of light ? thank you :]

The Knight of Light [symbols: shield, sun]

The Knight class has its basis in the classic knight from Arthurian legend. An example would be Lancelot.

The Light aspect’s main theme is awareness. You can find its official description here.

A Knight of Light is among those who use knowing and perceiving. This is the “classpect group” they belong to. Members include: the Knight, Page, Thief, and Rogue of Void/Light. These classes are all opposites or inverses of each other that use the Void/Light dichotomy (knowing and perceiving). A description of classpect groupings can be found here.

The Knight of Light actively utilizes the Light aspect. Active classes tell themselves what to do and do so for their own benefit. They are more likely to stand up for themselves, but more likely to be cruel. Knights and Pages use their aspect and everything it symbolizes as a tool. Simplified, the Knight of Light is motivated by themselves to utilize awareness.

In personality, the Knight of Light puts on a front to hide an insecurity and enjoys knowing things others don't. Personality descriptions can be found here.

Their archetype is the Defender Scholar, defined by guarded awareness. Archetypes are explained here.

Their opposite is the Page of Void, who passively utilizes the unknown.

Their inverse is the Rogue of Void, who passively steals the unknown.

A classpect or “god tier” is an individual’s best self. All classpects go through a journey from unrealized, to struggle, to realized. When a character is unrealized, they neutrally exist as their inverse. On their struggle, they will wildly flip back and forth between their inverse and true classpect. In their worst moments they will act as their inverse, in their best their true classpect. When realized, they will stabilize as their true classpect. They will still have room to grow, but will become happier, more successful people.

This means that the Knight of Light begins life motivated by others to steal the unknown. When their struggle arrives and they are at their worst, they will continue this behavior in negative extremes. However, when at their best, they will find purpose in instead utilizing awareness for themselves. When realized, they will stabilize and continue to utilize the Light aspect actively, in a positive way.

They share their archetype with the Seer of Doom, the Scholar Defender.

The Knight of Light would quest on a planet similar to the Land of Haze [Knight] and Light [Aspect]. An example would be the Land of Mirages and Solar Flares. An explanation of planet naming conventions can be found here.

Two possible gods, or denizens, to reign over their planet would be Hemera (Goddess of Daylight) or Apollo (God of the Sun). Other Light aspect denizens can be found here.

When the Knight of Light completes their planet quests and dies on their quest bed, they would rise to ascension on the wings of moths (symbols of light). A list of soul animals can be found here.

The characters that I have currently classpected as Knights of Light are: Michel de Chevin from Dragon Age, the Seekers of Truth from Dragon Age, and Meriadoc Brandybuck from Lord of the Rings.

If any of the links not connected to my blog break, the content can be found on my Google Drive.

Official Aspect Descriptions Personality Descriptions Aspect Denizens

#knight of light #classpecting #homestuck #my post #ask #god tier analysis #michel de chevin #seekers of truth #meriadoc brandybuck #lord of the rings #dragon age

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divinelycrazy · 6 months ago

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I feel restless, so I choose to follow my true nature and post some "fun" facts about greek mythology and its pantheon, enjoy.

Fact 1- Nyx, the primordial goddess of night & Erebos, the primordial god of darkness, have 2 children that are the complete opposite of their parents. Hemera, the primordial goddess of the day & Aether, the primordial god of light.

Fact 2- Helios, the Titan of the sun & and Selene, the Titan of the moon, have a sister. Eos, the Titan of the dawn.

Fact 3- Hades actually did almost cheat on Persephone, twice. The almost is because Persephone shut them down before anything could happen. RIP Minthe.

Fact 4- One of Nyx's children is Philotes, who is pretty much the goddess of friends with benefits.

Fact 5- Every single one of your ten fingers has an individual Greek deity associated with them. No, I am not joking.

Fact 6- Unsurprisingly, Hera's marriage to Zeus is completely without her consent. She never liked him, and especially didn't want to marry him.

Fact 7- Immediately after being born herself, Artemis helped her mother Leto give birth to Apollo.

Fact 8- After ascending to Olympus, Herakles got married to Hebe, the goddess of youth. And before you ask, yes, she is also his half-sister.

Fact 9- Historical research shows that Persephone existed and was worshipped as an underworld deity long before Hades existed.

Fact 10- Aeneas, the mythical founder of the Roman empire, was a son of Aphrodite/Venus.

Fact 11- Harmonia, the goddess of harmony, is the daughter of Ares, the god of war.

Fact 12- The Nemean lion, the Chimera, and Cerberus are siblings. Their parents are Typhon, the king of all monsters, and Echidna, the queen of all monsters.

That's all for now. Do with this info what you want.

#greek mythology #the greek gods #ancient greek mythology #ancient greece #greece #greco roman #mythology #history

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agent-8449 · 1 year ago

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do you have anything to share about nyx? or vlinder, we are very interested in both of them. especially since vlinder’s description in the master post was just “:>”

They are both very silly Wholes that aren't suspicious at all.

Nyx is in space on a mission. But! Doesn't know what the destination is, what his real name is, or pretty much anything about himself really. So it's a fun time. He's also kind of dumb <this is on purpose>. His thirds coexist with him, and he defrosted them from cryogenic storage. Their names are Thanatos <Heart>, Hypnos <Mind> and Hemera <Soul>.

Can't say much more without spoilers, same with Vlinder.

Vlinder is, if possible, the complete opposite of Nyx. Seems to know far more than he should, tttyypesss liikee thiiss, and loves :> emoticons. He has been heavily implied to not be who he says he is. But who is he? He certainly doesn't know.... but he does know that he is a field entomologist. Yeah. Bug dude.

#cjverse chatroom

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coraex · 1 year ago

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𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹, 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓎.

𝐻𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒𝒹, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎.

𝒩𝑜 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀

𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇.

𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓃

𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇.

『⭒ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ⭒』

3 YEARS. That's how long the Clone Wars lasted. 3 years of gruesome battles between the Republic and the Separatists. Worlds were either being freed or conquered, lives were either saved or lost. And at the end... Nobody won.

That's how Hemera Matthews, a young mechanic, and later on, soldier, for the Grand Army of the Republic felt when it officially ended. She knew that neither the Republic, nor the Separatists won. She just knew that both sides fell down the day Order 66 came through.

Hemera, who's been fighting alongside the 501st for most of the war, was with Clone Force 99 - also named the Bad Batch -, on Kaller when Order 66 came through. She has been with the Bad Batch for seven months already when it happened.

This is the day the Galactic Empire was born. The day that changed everything for everyone... Including Hemera and the Bad Batch. And the day Hemera got betrayed by the person she deeply cared about and trusted with her life.

After being forced to leave that person behind on Kamino, Hemera and the rest of the Bad Batch become deserters, and will quickly find out that the Empire is after them for being "traitors". Forcing them to keep a low profile while trying to find what their place is in this ever-changing galaxy.

During a mission with the Batch, Hemera will lose something that was very important to her. Something she was supposed to keep on her, at all times, no matter what. And she will quickly understand why she was supposed to keep it on herself. And this event will bring up a lot of questions. Questions she doesn't have an answer to.

As she's running from the Empire, Hemera will have to find the answers to her questions by herself. Her search will finally let her know more about her bloodline, her biological parents, and why she was adopted when she was just a baby.

Unfortunately for her, the answers she got weren't the ones she was expecting, making her aware of the fact, the Empire isn't the only thing she has to hide from. She also has to hide from her biological parents who have been looking for her, for the past 21 years, but couldn't find her.

For over a month, Hemera will be hell-bent on finding out a way to get rid of her powers, afraid she might hurt someone due to her lack of control over them. But one encounter on Ryloth, with a perfect copy of herself, yet who's her total opposite, will totally change her point of view, and motivate her to learn how to use her powers as a mean to fight the Empire.

Between running from the Empire, completing missions for Cid, fighting her biological family, Hemera will also set her mind on one thing : rescuing Crosshair from the Empire. Despite learning that his chip was removed before the bombing of Tipoca City, she'll refuse to give up on him.

Even when given the chance to move on, and maybe finally letting him go, she will refuse to do so. At first, she may have been afraid to admit it, but now, she knows that, no matter how much he did hurt her, she can't let him go. She never will be able to, simply because her love for him is a lot stronger than what she thought.

But her peace will be disrupted by a rescue mission that will go horribly wrong. In less than 24 hours, she'll lose one of her best friends, the girl she always saw as her little sister, and fail to rescue the man she loved more than anyone else in the galaxy.

However, she won't get the chance to properly grieve as her biological family will contact her with an invitation for a last face to face. And if she failed to come, she would lose the rest of her found family. Leading her into the most brutal, violent and maybe even last, battle of her life.

『⚘ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 ⚘』

𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝒹𝓊𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔...

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓃...

Chloe Bennet as

𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐖𝐒

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄

𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃...

Temuera Morrison & Dee Bradley Baker (voice) as

𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑

WARNINGS : Canon typical violence, blood, war, death, parental abuse (nothing extremely graphic), toxic relationships, sexual content (nothing too graphic), etc... If any of these topics disturb you, do not proceed

《 ♡ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ♡》

I can't put into words how EXCITED I am for you to finally read this story ! I've been working on it since January and the work I put into it is MASSIVE ! And it's also it is my first fanfiction written in English and since it's not my first language, I apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes I could make (if you notice any, feel free to tell but be respectful about it)

If you follow me on Instagram (coraex.wp) you know how much I worked on Hemera's storyline and her background (did a massive research about Greek mythology (I literally did researches for THREE DAYS non-stop) because, of course, Hemera's story was gonna be a lot more than just her relationship with Crosshair and I'm super proud of everything I've created for her ! With all the events of seasons 1, 2 and waiting for season 3, Hemera's character's growth will be really visible.

I have extremely mixed feelings about the summary (basically I love and hate it at the same time haha) and I'll fully rewrite it once season 3 of the Bad Batch will be out. So for now, it doesn't go past season 2, but I'll add season 3 in it when it'll be out.

Anyway, I'm SUPER EXCITED for you to read Hemera's story and hope you'll love it as much as I did writing it !

A/N (specifically for Tumblr) : It's finally here ! I was supposed to post this yesterday but I had something else to do and totally forgot but it's finally here and I'm super excited to finally post it :) And the rest of the story that is already avaiable on Wattpad (extended cast) will be posted tomorrow :)

Taglist (if you wanna be removed, feel free to tell me) : @techs-stitches @verybadatwriting @sinfulsalutations @photogirl894 @kaminocasey

#crosshair #angst #chloebennet #crosshairxfem!oc #enemiestolovers (kind of)#fluff #bad batch #starwars #galactic empire #thebadbatch #hunter #echo #wrecker #tech #omega #theclonewars

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homestuckexamination · 4 years ago

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How do Denizens work? I actively lose sleep over the way they're assigned.

Sometimes the aspect and god association make sense, like Nyx, the Goddess of the Night, being the void denizen.

but then there's C e t u s, who was just Poseidon's random fish monster, but somehow represents Light, the aspect of True information and fortune. The only real connection I've noticed is how Cetus is a constellation.

Yaldabaoth and Abraxas seem to break the whole greek inspiration trend among the Denizens anyways. It makes me think how if Yaldabaoth is reserved for the strongest players, would Abraxas be reserved for the weakest? Considering theyre the only two gnostic gods, and the existence of a denizen being reserved for the weakest was theorized by Karkat.

Maybe more accurately, Abraxas is reserved for the characters weakest in the realm of the physical? Seeing as the physical world is more in Yaldabaoth's court, maybe something about being more spiritually enlightened?? A theme which I can see loosely connecting to Karkat seeing as he never ended up being particularly powerful like his fellow trolls, and how Jake only became massively influential after Aranea rushed him through his character development or something?

I'm just rambling at this point, bluh maybe I'm just seeing patterns where there aren't any. I mostly just want to hear your personal take on all this anyways, how do you think Denizens are assigned to players?

Oh, Abraxas and Yaldabaoth are DEFINITELY special and unique in the assignment, and also the only two Denizens we’ve seen to be given to people of different Classpects. But I think the “Weakest and Strongest” divide is a very Yaldabaoth look at it- Karkat is a massively influential speaker and supposed to help lead the Troll Species back into, you know, being, alongside Kanaya. Jake is the person FATED to defeat Caliborn, so hard, that he ends up stealing his Surname for himself. Abraxian characters are massively influential in their own way.

As for the rest of the assignment, let me blow your mind even more. Nyx makes sense. And Hemera, embodiment of Day, with the color opposite to Nyx, would make sense as a LIGHT Denizen, wouldn’t it? But instead she’s Jane’s Denizen, a Life Denizen. Which leads to seeing the Life-Void duality that exists in-canon better- Shown by the Rings, the Furthest Ring and Being Alive in general, there’s this duality going on that breaks free of just being ‘counterparts’.

And then even more, Cetus is not ONLY weird for a Light Denizen- It is Void Coded. Deep Sea Fish that consumed all life on the planet until it was Empty, with purple scales?

It is entirely possible that the Denizens themselves don’t have to embody the Aspect of the Player, but rather present a path for the Player to reach their Aspect instead, or become some sort of ‘balancing act’ for them.

Remember Typheus and Hephaestus. Their Choices changed for John and Dave/Davesprite, depending on the Timeline or moment they visited them, and unless provoked directly, they held back from directly obliterating them and waited to offer a way out of their circumstance. This lead to John’s quest being completed as a means of controlling the Retcon Powers, something so far outside the realm of canon back when the Quest was first talked about that it was surprising how well it worked out.

And that’s kind of the thing, isn’t it? Quests are generic. Denizens are divine guides tied to the Players. More often than not they’re going to have something to do with your Aspect by virtue of your Aspect being intertwined with who you are, your fate, what you do, but also... There’s not a SINGULAR way to achieve a goal. There’s different people with different ties to their Aspect, different relationships to them, that need different approaches to different ways of growing. And this goes for Quests, and Denizens. Much like how I say that “You can’t know someone just from their Classpect” or how I think Classpect Compatibility is dumb, because people can be a million different ways and still be the same Classpect, Denizens inform not just the Aspect, but in a way, part of the character, dualities at play in a Session, growth necessary, role...

That said, I only understand this kind of fuckery on a surface-level. @optimisticduelist2 has done essays and talking about this Denizen Stuff and in particular, Rose and Cetus, at LARGE, over here.

#Denizens #Homestuck #Cetus #Hemera #Nyx #Long Post #Longpost #atterobro

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gocrazygostupidtheories · 4 years ago

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I tried.

For the past couple of days, I've been freaking out over this image found by @night-rise7474

And trying to figure what sort of thing I could tie it to.

And, I think I have found it.

When I saw it, I thought of the goddess Nyx, the Greek goddess of the night, who was so powerful and beautiful even Zeus was scared of her, the guy who banged practically everything he saw despite also fearing the rage of his wife. It could also be Hecate with the whole statue thing going on, and in some older myths, Hecate was Nyx's daugter, so if could be either.

I also began trying to find things linking to Luz's name (Luz being light, and Noceda apparently being 'field of nut trees.') The most powerful source of light is the Sun, but stars could also count with the reoccurring star motif, so that could lead me somewhere.

Then, I remembered that it is set on the remains of a giant titan thing, and that Greek mythology sure loved titans. Demons are an integral part in The Owl House, Hecate did rule over the Underworld. Though it may not be a perfect fit, we can get somewhere.

So, I wanted to find someone relating to light/stars/the Sun, Nyx/Hecate, Greek mythology and possibly titans and the Underworld.

And I found multiple options.

First was Hemera, the personification and primordial goddess of the day. She was one of the daughters of Nyx and Erebus, a primordial god and personification of darkness. She had a brother called Aether, the personification of the upper sky and the pure air Gods breathe on Olympus.

It was said that Nyx and Hemera greet eachother as they past a threshold of bronze, and while one goes through, the other goes out, creating the day and night sky.

The door Luz goes through to go to the Boiling Isles is coloured with browns, bronzes and yellows that emits a yellow glow once opened/summoned. The door is obviously Eda's with the themes and colours, but it sounds similar to this threshold with the golden glow being a sunrise or a sunset. Because I'm assuming Luz is Hemera and how she's going into the Underworld, it's a sunset and the shadow is Nyx.

As far as we know, there are only two dimension: ours and the realm the Boiling Isles is. Ours has only humans and live animals, while the Boiling Isles has witches, demons and other mythical creatures usually associated with the dead and the Underworld (also keep in mind of how witches evolved from humans, like how ghosts can.)

The Underworld is invisible to humans (note how there needs to be a physical portal for a modern human to get there,) the six main rivers: the Styx (hatred), the Acheron (pain), the Lethe (forgetfulness), the Phelgethon (fire that leads to Tartarus), the Cocytus (wailing), and the Oceanus (encircles the world and separates the east end of the Underworld from the human one.) And how it is an Isle surrounded by murky waters.

The first thing Luz notes about the place is about how weird it is that it even impresses her. Also, this was the original idea for The Owl House:

And where do dead souls go to when they die in Greek mythology? The Underworld. It may be possible that the other Luz may be in the other world, or is the affect of the Boiling Isles taking a toll on her. Afterall, witches came from humans and didn't have to use physical means to do magic. Who knows what affect could happen to a human using and learning magic this quickly and at such a young age (with alot of power by the moon ritual, but that could also just be Willow.)

Second was Melinoë, a cyhthonic nymph or goddess as bringer of nightmares and madness. Her mother was Persephone who had sex with Zeus disguised as Plouton next to the river Cocytus. However, some context may be needed for Zeus.

In the hymn, this knowledge came from the Orphic that had the belief that Zeus and Hades were the same person (Hades in Greek mythology is described as the Zeus of the Underworld,) and two facets of the same god and divine power. Persephone was already upset at her state of being tied to the Underworld and not being able to see her mother, but her loss of virginity and the pregnancy only made it worse for her, made her child inherit her madness and union.

She gave birth next to the Cocytus (there were only four rivers in the Orphic,) She is described with the traits of a typical moon goddess: with bright, long hair and overall very wise and beautiful. She is one of the only Greek goddesses described as being "clad in saffron," the other being Hecate in the Orphic, who is pretty relevant if we're running with my other theory. If we look at Luz, she had short dark hair (that, to note, used to be long,) with a half purple top and blue-ish or purple-ish leggings, who isn't the brightest person ever. The designs are the complete opposite. In an 1887 translation by Thomas Taylor suggests her being a half black and white being from Zeus/Leuke and Pluto, adding onto the duality between our Luz and "creepy Luz."

When they say "clad in saffron," most would turn to the colour, which is a light gold. However, saffron could also be the flower, which is actually purple in colour.

Her name can be linked to the ancient Greek word "mēlinos" which means, "having the colour of quince", from melon which means "tree fruit." The colour of a quince's fruit (a yellowish green,) symbolises illness or death. Again, her last name Noceda that links to nut trees links to a quince: a fruit tree. It's also grown for it's pink and white flowers. The seeds of the fruit contain nitriles, which can turn into hydrogen cyanide (a toxic gas,) that can kill the person if eaten in a large quantity, which is an opposite of a nut which is a safe, edible, dry seed. I may be digging to deep with this one, but I thought it may be cool.

She terrifies humans by turning into night terrors that can drive them insane. She appears on a bronze tablet used for a private ritual known as magic, specifically divination (bronze was known to drive evil spirits away and protect the people performing it.) It's triangular with a hole in the middle, similar to the planchette used for the Ouija board. In mythology, triplicity and the number three is very important. Melinoë, Phoebe and Dione take up one corner of the triangle, with the word Amibousa written underneath eachothers' feet, referring to the different phases of the moon.

Last is the Phosphorus, or the morning star. In Greek mythology, it is Venus in its morning appearance. The name hasn't got a specifc meaning, but common interpretations says it means "dawn-bringer" that could link it to Hecate (closely linked to torches,) or it could be linked to Lucifer. His parents can vary from Astraeus and Eos, Cephalus and Eos, or Atlas. While some sources suggests that Hesperus (the evening star, Venus in its evening apperance,) and Phosphorus are identical but different beings, other myths say they were the same person.

This, of course, could mean that the shadow Luz is a foil of Luz's personality, or a certain type of magic or affect on her by performing so much magic. It could be a prophecy, or it could be a sort of alter ego.

By know, I think you've noticed a pattern with these options and the moon and stars. The symbol for the Blight family is a star, moon rituals are performed when the moon is full, Luz finds her second spell with the stars, the interesting scene on the roof of the Owl House living room is on the ceiling that also involves stars, and this Luz has the pattern of the night sky on her. This is my main belief as to why the main secrets are linked to Nyx and moon/star themed gods and goddesses, mainly the inhabitants of the Underworld. Since Luz means light, and is from the opposite realm, I associated her with either the sun or stars. My point is is that either she has a storm coming or is the storm.

#the owl house #toh #the owl house theory #luz noceda #toh luz

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arandompostarchive · 4 years ago

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SALEM - Ch. 5

SAVED WORK

Summary: In all the centuries of your existence, you had never been dragged out of hiding by another god, put in a superhero team and forced to save the universe. But it seems your luck has run out.

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“I can’t believe you’re all actually considering this.” Tony started. He was sitting on the opposite side of you and Thor. Something he called “debate club 2.0”, whatever that was.

“I mean the guy tried to conquer Earth, killed a lot of people, and I’m sure has numerous other crimes to his name. Not to mention bad hair.”

Thor interrupted, “His hair has gotten better, actually. Not as… pointy.”

“Has it really though?”

“Okay, boys.” You started, “This isn’t about his hair. We need to decide whether he stays in a cell when here’s here or not. Keep in mind, either way, he stays under our protection. And even if he stays out, he’d be with me and Thor. He won’t be going anywhere.”

Steve sighed, “It doesn’t matter. He’s a criminal, he needs to be treated as one.”

Thor interrupted again, “I have reason to believe my brother was under Thanos’ influence at the time. You’ve all fought him. He’s not a kind being, even to the others you view as villains. Steve, my brother is many things. Very many things. But somewhere in there, he’s someone who actually cares about other people.”

Tony laughed, “Oh yeah, Point Break?”

“Yes. He didn’t need to help me back on Asgard, granted it took him a while to get there, but he did. He wasn’t in complete control of his actions.”

Steve sighed. “People are dead because of him.”

You were serious about this. Sure, it was partially a slight longing to just talk for hours like you used to. To be able to spend time with each other. At this point? You’d take anything.

“This team is made of second chances,” Natasha said. She stood up, walking directly in front of him. “Most of us were criminals at some point. And if he stays here, Strange and Y/n can find a way to stop him from using his abilities, we can put him right back in a cell at any time. If he’s serious and there is actually a death god trying to steal the Tesseract, I think we’re going to have to take a chance here.”

Steve slowly nodded. “As long as we have it under control, we can try.”

Toyn clapped his hands together. “Okay, sure. Let’s let the psychopath roam around my building.”

“Tony, I’m afraid you’ll have to get over it. I’m not excited either. Y/n, you and Strange get on that, Thor and Nat, why don’t you bring Loki up here. The rest of us can start figuring out what’s going on.”

You stepped out, walking down towards your own room.

***

“So your mother is Nyx? Like the goddess of the night?”

You nodded and Peter put it down in his notebook.

“I’m a goddess of magic and the goddess of darkness. I used to go by Circe.”

Peter looked slightly confused, “Isn’t Circe a daughter of Helios?”

“I suppose that’s a complicated question. Yes, in myths. But not all myths are accurate. I mean, in myth, Loki is the god of fire. Not everything is perfectly accurate, really.”

He nodded. He was sweet. In the first month of your meeting, he had practically attached himself to you and Tony. Although you weren’t as science-focused as either of them, you were still close. After so long, it meant a lot just to spend time with people. Especially people so kind, even with Tony’s extremely sarcastic personality.

“That makes sense, but my teacher probably won’t like it as much.” He laughed a bit, so did you. A moment to breathe. That’s exactly what you needed.

“Hey, Sal?” You looked at him. It was a small nickname he came up with after 2 months of you insisting he could stop calling you Ms. Salem, you hadn’t bothered to use your real last name in centuries. Too many bad memories. But eventually, he settled for Salem, and slowly he shortened it to Sal. It was nice to have someone so close to you.

“You and Loki… you’re the one that talked to him, right? Do you two know each other?”

You weren’t quite sure how to answer. Obviously, you did, and you were beyond excited to be able to talk again. You know, now that you know he didn’t actually let you die.

“Yeah, we did. A while ago.”

“How long is a while? Because Thor said you first met him in the 1800s? What was it like then? Were you and Loki actually friends?”

You laughed a bit at his curious expression. He wasn’t trying to ask too many things at once, he just really wanted to know.

“We met a few centuries ago.”

***

You sat next to the lake outside of your town on a small bench. Normally, you weren’t allowed out, but every once in a while your father spent a full day in court for some case or another. It meant you had plenty of time to go wherever you wanted in Salem.

You always chose the lake.

You closed your eyes and let the sun hit your skin, taking in the day. There weren’t many people out. With the amount of clothing most women wore, none were really up to spending summers outside, you on the other hand weren’t affected much. You supposed it was part of your mother living in the underworld, hot temperatures weren’t really a problem.

Part of you enjoyed the silence and was slightly disappointed when it was interrupted.

“Excuse me.” You let out a small sigh, turning to the man behind you. He was formally dressed, to say the least. Clearly not from the States, but to be technical, neither were you. His hair was slicked back, and he had gold around his collar. Not something you saw often, not that your father wasn’t inclined to the occasional expensive dress coat. The more you looked, the more you felt it. That sort of… power.

“What are you?” He asked.

“I apologize. It seems I don’t understand the question.”

He sat down next to you, making you move over slightly. He seemed oddly comfortable with you. Especially for someone who clearly wasn’t from Salem.

“Well, you clearly are not human, even if you look it. But I just can’t place it. So, what are you?”

That’s what it was. He was a god. Not Greek, or else it would’ve been much easier. In fact, you weren’t even sure if you’d call him a god. Normally, that implies immortality. Something you weren’t sure if he had. You sure didn’t.

“I could ask you the very same, Sir.” He laughed a bit, a light, genuine sound. It seemed that was something he didn’t do very often. At least, not really.

“The god of mischief, pleasure to meet you, Mistress…?” You laughed. Offly direct for a man you just met.

“I am most definitely not married.” You prayed to Chaos itself that he didn’t see how you moved just a bit closer to him. Ever so slightly, you saw him move too.

“Really now?” You nodded as he turned towards the lake. He was handsome, there was no doubt about that. And a full god? You had only met a few, your mother, Nyx and two of your siblings, Moros and Hemera. Your mother was a kind person, even if she was protective. Moros was exactly what you’d expect for a god of destruction. And Hemera was much too kind for her own good. Always finding some way to help, even when she really shouldn’t.

“Yes, really. I barely leave my father’s house, much less have time to spend with someone else.” He nodded.

“Something I understand all too well. But, that does still leave my question unanswered. What are you?” You smiled at him.

“I’m a demigod, a daughter of night herself.”

He looked surprised.”Night herself?”

You shook your head in confusion, “Nyx. I’m Greek. I’m going to assume you’re Norse. There are limited gods in the world and not many who would come to Earth willingly. The Norse are one of the more accepting gods when it comes to humans.”

He nodded. “You are correct there. My brother certainly likes Midgard, though we aren’t allowed to visit much.”

“My mother likes humans more than other gods. She’s probably the one person Zeus will actually leave alone. But, people don’t seem to like darkness much.”

He didn’t seem shocked by your statement. You had a lot in common.

“Midgard is interesting,” He started. “The people are… difficult to understand. But it is beautiful.”

He had a point there. The sun in your eyes proved it. The sky was melting into a soft golds and pinks, with bright oranges across it. Dark trees swayed in the distance, the static of the blowing leaves echoed in your ear. A beautiful sound. You saw the man glance at you from the corner of your eyes. Hm.

“It’s a lovely sunset. Are they all like this?” He looked towards you. Had he not been here for more than a day?

“No, not at all. They’re all different in their own ways. All beautiful.”

He smiled. “My name is Loki.”

“Circe.”

***

“So he came to Earth for a while? How long? Did he like it here?”

You laughed, “He used to. He wasn’t much of a fan of humans, but he always liked Earth. I’m not sure what happened.”

Suddenly you heard Friday’s voice in Peter’s room. “Salem, there’s an emergency meeting concerning you in the briefing room. I suggest you make your way over there as soon as you can.”

You sighed. “I’ll be back later, Peter. I can help you with that English project too.” He smiled and waved. You knew a huge part of him wanted to be at that meeting. To be a real Avenger.

“You’ll have your day, Peter.” You said, walking out of the room.

It wasn’t hard to find which meeting room they were using, the door was wide open. You walked in with Wanda, taking a seat between Thor and Bucky.

“There was another small energy spike,” Fury said. “It was enough for our agents to handle, so we sent them. But they found a problem.” Steve sat up a bit.

“Was it the woman?”

“I’m not sure if it’s better or worse, Rodgers. There’s just a sentence, written over and over again in what looks like spray paint.”

“Well? What sort of graffiti are we talking about? Just your standard gibberish?” Tony asked Fury.

Fury sighed. “No. They all just say “Doom is Rising.”

***

#loki x reader #loki #salem #saved work #fanfic

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seoulnotes · 5 years ago

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Luce in altis | viii. Hemera, Kingdom of Light

S Y N O P S I S | Passed down from centuries worth of history, the remnants of a hatred between two kings reside in a small village that serves as a border between their two feuding kingdoms. y/n lives in that village and must seek aid from one of the kings. Her trust is tested when she learns of the king that is truly wicked.

C H A R A C T E R S | Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin, reader (y/n) ; (mentions of other members)

G E N R E | fantasy, romance, drama — royalty au ; PG-15

W A R N I N G S (chapter specific) | none

W O R D C O U N T | 4.3k

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The trip to Hemera was as Taehyung described it in his greetings to Jimin when he had arrived in Erebus. Taehyung had allowed me to leave in one of his carriages and drawn by his horses and men. Trailing behind my carriage was a wagon with two chests containing clothes and such. I suppose I should be thankful Taehyung sent me off with such, regardless of him not being present.

They would return when we arrived at his kingdom and make their way back to Erebus.

We made one last stop at the town right before leaving the kingdom, staying the night at a tavern with an owner who was not so happy with the arrival of the entire court of their enemy kingdom. Right after the night, the procession would enter the forest.

We didn’t stop once through the entire forest on the outside of Erebus and I understood why. Creatures of unspeakable origins and hunger prowled the forest and from one look outside of the window of the carriage, I saw that soldiers were ordered to walk right beside each carriage including mine.

A soldier noticed me peering from the window and rode close, bending his head down slightly. “My lady, we are passing through the forest outside of Erebus. His Majesty had ordered me to stay by your side for this trip.”

I did my best to muster a gentle smile in return. “Thank you.”

The trip through the forest took an entire day and a half, much faster on horseback than the trip I had taken on foot. Once we made it clear through the forest, the procession would set camp for the night where soldiers were to build tents for different members from the court.

The soldier who was supposed to guard me for the entirety of the trip helped to set up my tent. Different animal hides were placed on the outside and a rug was placed on the floor of the inside. I realized that my tent was near Jimin’s tent, perhaps it was his order to do so.

When I glanced over to his tent being built, I noticed that he was a part of the building process with the rest of his guard. They tried their hardest to refuse his help, but he still tossed his outer jacket to the side, leaving him in a tunic and him rolling up his sleeves.

The gesture made the corners of my mouth turn and I turned away to hide my looking.

I thought rumors were just by word of mouth and over many mouths passed, it would not be considered the truth it once was but rather a twisted form having gone through wear and tear. However, seeing Jimin attempt to give help to his guards to build his quarters for a single night had proven the rumor of the kingdom of light’s ruler to be just as kind as they say and host a heart of gold.

I wanted to trust him, but Taehyung’s warning still rang in my ears. I decided to wait longer.

For the night, I dined with Jimin and a few members of his court. Jimin was welcoming as he always was, but his court’s stare reminded me that I was the outsider, the fiance of the kingdom they didn’t have a favor for.

I was not unwelcomed outright, but they made it clear that they didn’t enjoy dining with me at their table.

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It took a week to arrive at Hemera and when we had finally made it through the front gates, it was nightfall. I kept my gaze out of the window and the grand palace was in my sight. Although it was dark, the palace was breathtaking. Rather than the dark looming feeling emitted from Erebus’s palace, this palace had felt every bit of inviting.

Despite the darkness of the night, the light of candles allowed the exterior of seemingly white stone to reflect its light. Like vines of flowers were intentionally overgrown to make the stone less empty with life, they crept up the sides of the palace.

“Your highness, we are here and are to meet His Majesty at the front of the palace,” the soldier spoke.

The carriage came to a stop and the soldier helped me step off of it.

“Since it is nightfall, I will have to postpone showing you around my kingdom until tomorrow,” Jimin said when I had made it to the entrance of the palace. “I will have to be your personal tour guide while you are here,” he smiled and bowed as a joke.

“Your Majesty!” I was shocked that he had bowed even as a joke. A king should never do that. “I am fine just being at this palace; it is beautiful enough for my humble self to be in the presence of.”

Phrasing was everything I had learned through my weeks at Erebus. The politeness in my tone was always there when I spoke.

“I will have a palace staff show you to your room and see you in the morning.” With one last smile on his profile, he had begun up the grand stairs towards what I assumed to be his quarters.

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Servants were at my door the next morning when the sun was passed its rising point. It must have been around nine in the morning.

It was a new feeling waking up in the morning to birds chirping rather than silence and I was given the opportunity to sit by the large window and peer down at the city in the distance beyond the courtyard.

“Your highness, we’ve been instructed by His Majesty to be your personal staff whilst you’re here. My name is Isobel,” a quite short girl bowed lowly and the two staff behind her bowed as well.

Regardless of being served on, I was never going to adjust from being a simple girl from the village to being someone served on. Thus, I made the gesture to return the bow in kindness.

“Needn’t bow to us,” Isobel smiled. “We will help you prepare in the morning,” her tone was suggesting, to let me know.

I took notice of their clothing, rather than the dark tones of fabric worn in Erebus, they adorned a simple dress beneath an apron. Each wearing their preferred pattern or simple tone of color, but much lighter. One of them even wore a dress of simple flowers made from light pastels, distressed over time.

“Thank you.” I returned a smile not sure if I was able to refuse their help.

“We can help you into one of your gowns from your chest if possible as there are not many gowns in this palace. His Majesty has sent for a royal seamstress who will arrive tomorrow afternoon. For now, His Majesty would like to know if you’d join him for breakfast.”

“I’d be delighted to.”

I joined the servants in tearing through the wardrobe Taehyung had sent me with and choosing pieces to hang in the closet. I realized quickly that the fashion of this kingdom was nearly the opposite of Erebus with a style closer to the one from my village which followed more modesty.

Unfortunately, the clothing I brought were mostly dark tones. I managed to find a burgundy dress with white flowers beneath a layer of tulle and hoped it was enough to get me through until the seamstress came to rescue me. With dark dresses, I was most likely to stick out like a sore thumb.

The dress was simple, no plunging neckline or back, rather a scooped neckline that revealed my collar bone with a flowing skirt passed my knees. The sleeve went to my elbow which I was not happy to see the crescent moon right below it. If only the sleeve had been a bit longer.

Isobel helped to pin a strand of hair back, leaving the rest of my hair to flow freely.

Some of the court joined for breakfast and I was glad that I was not the only one who might have dressed up too much for the occasion. The long table was set with different pitches of juices, coffee, teas, and an assortment of breakfast baked goods.

To be completely honest, the scene seemed like a closely knitted group of friends enjoying breakfast together rather than a royal court.

It seemed everyone had left a seat next to Jimin’s right and I was designated to sit there. He was not wearing his crown this morning.

“I hope I’m not too dressed up for this.” I looked down and brushed my hands on my dress out of habit.

“It’s perfectly fine,” Jimin brought a kind smile onto his lips. He reached out to pass a plate with muffins on it to me.

“I know I said I would show you the city today, unfortunately, I have forgotten my schedule and that I was to visit the capital’s schoolhouse and deliver the new books I acquired from the continent.”

“You deliver them yourself?” Confusion knitted in my brows. It was such a small task, anyone in this palace could carry out for him, but he was doing it himself. I peeled a piece from the muffin.

He nodded. “Since the schoolhouse is in the capital, I am able to visit it easily. For other cities in this kingdom, I have them delivered.” He shifted closer to me with a hand covering his mouth as if we were sharing a secret. “I also have some gifts for the school children. I was advised not to do this since my council thinks it might spoil them too much.”

I smiled in return. I was somewhat shocked a king went through such lengths, but it was the type of shock that wore off into happiness. He was indeed a kind king.

An idea struck. “Would it be possible for me to come along?”

“Yes! Yes, it would be a great opportunity to show you some of the capital then.” Jimin grinned in excitement.

After breakfast, we walked to the entrance of the palace. Outside were a few wagons with chests on them and a carriage.

I kept my eyes on the window the entire time, fascinated at the buildings passing. There was a road to one side where many sellers had stands of produce. Most importantly, there were so many colors.

I could not help but once again, compare the two kingdoms. The moment I had stepped foot onto the kingdom’s land, I felt a difference whether it was the change of scenery or the atmosphere.

As we passed through the city, I noticed beautiful shops set up. It seemed the bottom level was a shop, french doors wide open for business selling different crafts. The top-level were living quarters as I noticed clothing hanging on the balcony. It was wonderful to see a casual environment.

The citizens wore smiles of joy, satisfaction of life. Their eyes were kind as they spoke to their neighbors and visitors to the market. Everyone greeted each other as if they had been friends. It reminded me of home.

There answers why those from my village wished to marry into the kingdom of Hemera instead of Erebus.

When we had arrived at a stop in front of a building with many windows, I knew it was the schoolhouse with different young faces peeping behind the glass with excited smiles. The children had to have been around elementary level.

“We’re here.”

Jimin had given me a hand off the carriage as children escaped from the building’s door and crowded around him.

“King Jimin! You’re here!” A young boy shouted, nearly exploding with excitement as he jumped a few times.

“His Majesty,” a young woman, who I assumed to be the teacher, tutted, correcting his language.

Jimin only smiled wider, not minding the use of his name. He kneeled down and opened his arms accepting a small group of children who wanted a hug. Immediately, the few who weren’t particularly shy and young, jumped into his arms, nearly tackling him while the rest who were older excitedly chattered amongst themselves.

“Don’t worry, King Jimin has brought gifts for you guys.” It was strange hearing less formality from him.

The woman who seemed to be regarding formality still broke a small smile and his declaration received happy cheers.

I stood back, my own lips tugging into a smile unconsciously. A young girl raised a finger towards me. “Who is she?”

“She’s the princess of a foreign land visiting,” Jimin said, glancing over to me with a smile.

The crowd gasped and gave a singular ‘oooo…’ in fascination.

I waved to them, not used to the attention of so many curious eyes.

I realized that he didn’t mention I was from Erebus on purpose and I was grateful for it. There was no judgment on the table.

As we entered the schoolhouse, the chests were unloaded from the wagons. I didn’t know what Jimin’s schedule exactly entailed besides delivering the books and gifts. I trailed behind the group and a girl came to my side.

I noticed she had been one of the children who excitedly hug Jimin. She pulled onto my hand. “Hi Princess, I’m Olivia!”

I smiled in response and allowed her to pull me towards the group as they entered a classroom.

It turned out that Jimin planned to spend quite some time with the class. There was a time where the teacher returned to lessons and Jimin simply sat at one of the group tables and worked with the children whether helping them learn to write the alphabet letters or draw pictures to help represent words.

I sat at the table adjacent to his with other children. For the letter ‘R’, my table had chosen to draw rainbows while Jimin had chosen to draw a rabbit and then proudly show it to my group and the rest of the class.

Thankfully being a king didn’t involve drawing talents. I held back a giggle when he presented it. One of the ears was too large compared to the other and I didn’t think it was possible to make a rabbit frown so sadly.

“Why is the rabbit crying?” A student asked head tilted slightly as if trying to interpret the drawing.

Jimin frowned. “It’s supposed to be smiling.”

I was not strong enough to hold my giggle and Jimin passed a false glare towards me.

“Hey! Let me see your drawing then!” He was playing along for the children and crossed his arms.

“An easy drawing, of course,” he teased when I presented my rainbow.

I would never have the guts to tease back, but perhaps it was the atmosphere of being in a classroom surrounded by young children that brought out the child in m. “Of course, with such talents as yours, your rainbow would be indeed as beautiful as a real one, Your Majesty!”

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Ironically during the break, we played an interesting game of saving the princesses and princes. Along with a few other girls and boys, we were guarded by a mean dragon played by Jimin and the rest of the class had to save us with foam swords.

I had not realized we spent nearly the entire school day with the children. The day had washed away with laughter and smiles, something I was not sure I had ever experienced even when I was at home. By the end of it, I felt levels of happiness and carefree higher than my own height.

“It’s always a pleasure to have you visit, Your Majesty,” the teacher bowed deeply. “The children were beyond excited and counted down the days to your visit. Thank you for the new books.” I couldn’t quite read her eyes between admiring her caring king or something beyond that. I’d go as far as to say it resembled something only a lover could produce. How often did Jimin visit this school?

“It’s my pleasure to provide the best for this kingdom’s next generation and it’s always a joy to visit,” Jimin replied, nothing in his eyes resembled quite the emotion she had.

When we got back into the carriage to leave, it was a short ride compared to the one to the palace. “Are we not going to the palace?”

“If you’d like to, we can. If not, we are heading to dinner.”

I shook my head. “Dinner sounds great.”

“Then shall we?” He extended his hand towards the door of the carriage.

I realized this restaurant was not a grand large one, but rather something that represented a small quaint cafe. The restaurant had inviting french doors, wide open, and from the outside, I could see it was quite crowded. Everyone dining inside was laughing or chatting happily.

Then came the aroma of food, many spices were clinging to the air and my mouth was actually beginning to water.

“Your Majesty! I didn’t know you were stopping by for dinner today!” A short woman ran from the door when she noticed the carriage outside. She was wearing a white apron although by now, many stains adorned the white fabric and her graying hair was tied into a bun.

“I wanted to surprise you,” Jimin chuckled.

The woman gave him a feigned disappointed frown. “Always trying to surprise,” she tutted. “You should have told me. Thankfully I always am ready to make your favorite,” her frown adjusted into a wide smile. This time I noticed the wrinkles near the corner of her eyes worn from many years of smiling and age.

The scene reminded me of a mother who was seeing her son again and was ready to feed him until he was too full to move. She was quick to rush to both of us and placed a hand onto our shoulders before bringing us inside.

It seemed that the woman was already prepared to serve a full meal the moment we were seated. She dashed into the kitchen and disappeared for a while, presumably preparing the meal. I had absolutely no idea what was in store.

In the meantime, a different server returned with red wine.

“When I was betrothed, we used to come here every week. She was the one who showed me this place. The woman you met was just a girl when we came,” Jimin kept his stare on the glass of wine. Even though his eyes were not lifted, I saw the slight bitterness hidden in them. Underneath the lightness of his tone, I knew there was something hurting within to speak of this topic. I just wasn’t sure why he had decided to tell me of all people.

“Your queen?” I knew it was stupid to even continue the conversation he had started, but my curiosity spoke before I realized. I never saw a queen at the palace.

“She was. She was a wonderful queen with a kind heart for our people, but I had to learn to rule without her by my side. I-” he paused, words stuck in his throat. “I continued to live and she did not.”

That was that.

Silence took over and I didn’t want to continue down the path of talking of his past love.

“The children call you by your name?” A random thought caught me. I swirled the glass watching the liquid whirl around the side not really sure if I wanted to meet his eyes after the hurt I heard in his voice previously.

He paused for a second as if to gather his thoughts and took a sip from the glass. “I don’t mind. Titles do not make a king or queen. Although it is our position, the person who does the rightful job is naturally the king or queen. A weak king is not a true king even if his citizens grovel at his feet, regardless of the crown he might bear.”

I nodded. A true king he was if he spent much time amongst his people.

“On that note, you don’t have to address me as ‘Your Majesty’,” he added and I realized the previous somber tone in his voice was gone.

“I couldn’t, it would break formality,” I insisted. “I am no person of impoliteness.”

“Don’t worry about it, y/n. See? I broke formality first, so it’s okay if you do so as well.”

It brought on an atmosphere of casualness I had not experienced in a while. “Okay, Jimin.” The name felt weird rolling off my tongue when I had only referred to him as His Majesty thus far.

“Okay! Here we are,” the woman returned with a tray as well as the server holding another tray.

After arranging all the dishes onto the table, there was barely room for the wine.

“This is more than what I usually get,” Jimin mentioned, a feigned frown. He looked like a child and I couldn’t help the slight giggle at the back of my throat.

“You brought a guest and no one is allowed to leave here until they are one-hundred percent full!” She exclaimed.

My mouth watered at the sight before me. There were breads, a variation of roasted turkey and veal, all sliced, and many dishes I had never seen before, although the aroma was enough to tell me they would be delicious.

“I will be back when I see the dishes empty!” She left before Jimin could protest.

“Thank you!” Jimin shouted back as she disappeared behind the kitchen doors.

I was not sure if both of us could even put a dent in the amount of food on the table. I gave Jimin a look. “I don’t think she’ll be returning. We’ll never finish all of this,” I chuckled.

“I agree,” he began to bring food onto his plate.

We were both right because by the time we were full, the food was barely touched.

“Alice, we’re done! I’ll leave money on the table,” Jimin made no movement to get up but slipped me a mischievous smile. It was a tactic to get her to come back out although we haven’t heeded her wish to finish everything.

In a split second, she was rushing back to our table. “No, no, no, absolutely not! You are not allowed to pay!”

“Just enough to break even, to cover the cost of preparing this. How about that?” Jimin suggested.

“It was a pleasure to serve you, that was payment enough.”

“You can’t keep doing this every time I come here,” a whine was present in his voice. I could only stay out of it with a laugh begging to come out.

“Okay, okay,” he raised his hands in surrender, but his eyes all but said that.

“Okay, now take the rest of it back home. Eat it for a snack, give it to your friends.”

I was amused by her casual tone, the nagging to a son as if Jimin was not centuries older than her.

“I will, I will.”

She was quick to pack the food into different containers and walk us out to the carriage with it.

Once the food was settled, I was remembered to thank her. “The food was delicious. If I had space to eat more, I would have!”

She returned a smile, happily accepting my words. “I’m happy you enjoyed it!”

Then Jimin snuck a hand into the pocket of her apron, probably payment of some sort because she reached a hand to slap his shoulder. “Do not do that!”

He already disappeared into the carriage and shut the door behind him. Realizing she could not open the carriage in any way, she turned around. “This child, no matter how old he is,” she muttered under her breath.

“Thank you again,” I chuckled and entered the carriage just in time for Jimin to open the door and shut it.

The ride back to the palace allowed time for me to laugh about how the situation played out. My stomach felt sore by the time I was back in my bedroom.

When I was finally in my room, being alone and the silence allowed my thoughts to surface. I found myself comparing the two brothers.

Jimin liberated me for the first time in a month after being confined in Taehyung’s palace. Jimin allowed me to travel outside of his palace and even see the kingdom’s capital whereas Taehyung never allowed me to step foot outside of the palace.

Taehyung only hid his motives and ambiguous secrets behind the commands he gave me to follow. I didn’t know what he was truly after.

He told me to not trust Jimin yet gave me no reasons as to why I shouldn’t.

He made me his bride through the means to protect me from his kingdom yet he didn’t tell me what I was needing protection from. I was not harmed yet I didn’t know what I could be receiving harm from.

All the while, I was forced into performing the tasks of a bride and went along to plan the wedding even though at the end of the day it wasn’t real. It wasn’t real, but it only pulled me farther away from understanding the man who allowed me to choose whether I would marry him during the Winter Solstice and closer to the man who made me his bride.

In the matter of a month, I only came up with reasons to not trust Taehyung.

With the fresh feeling of freedom and joy that I felt today, it was easy for me to ease my trust with Jimin. I had only been in Hemera for a single day and already, I was not sure if I should heed Taehyung’s advice further or begin to trust Jimin instead.

I feared that it was easier to do the latter.

I shook my head to clear it of the thought. Perhaps it was just the feeling of liberation Jimin gave me mixed with the desperation to find my family that made me want to trust him so easily.

a/n

awww man jimin was sooooo fluffy in this chapter and this chapter was too cute with him playing with the kids. i hope yall’s heart was as fluffed as mine by it :)

yours truly, Selene ♡

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canumoveurseatup-no · 6 years ago

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Shadow and Shade Casting List (Part 1)

(IF YOU ARE TAGGED IN THIS IT IS BECAUSE YOU EITHER ASKED TO BE TAGGED IN THIS SERIES AND I WANNA KEEP YOU IN THE LOOP OR YOU’RE ON PERMANENT TAGS!!)

So I’m the type of person that likes to put a face to a name so I’m making this “casting list” to help y’all visualize the other Gods and Goddesses (Nyx’s children and siblings) for Shadow and Shade. This is my interpretation and how I see them. You of course will play yourself/Nyx and the Avengers will obviously play themselves!!

This took a lot of time and effort when it came to finding information and it was hard to find the abilities/powers and homes of like one or two so I had to come up with that myself based off of their title.

There are more characters but I will be posting in parts so the post doesn’t get too cluttered!!

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Zoë Kravitz as Hemera, Goddess of Daytime:

Daughter of Nyx, also a Protogenoi

Abilities:

-Pyrokinesis (can launch projectile blasts of flame at opponents. Can appear and disappear in columns of flames)

-Photokinesis (create illusions, hallucinations, light shields, force fields, project healing energies, blasts light to impale or blind enemies for some time/ or forever)

Home: Tartarus, during the night

Personality/Traits: Since she is literally your (Nyx) opposite, you two argue and bump heads a lot. As the Goddess of Daytime she is very bubbly. Many Olympians adore her for her positive outlook on everything. She is known to be naïve here and there and because of that she can be tricked easily. She has a kind heart unlike some of her siblings.

Quote: “Then Mother, somehow, all by herself, had me, Hemera, I am Day. Us two never got along because we are as different as... well, you know”

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Keirsey Clemons as Styx, Goddess of Hatred and the River boundary between Earth and the Underworld:

Also daughter of Nyx (I know some myths say she’s the daughter of Oceanus and Tethys but not in this)

Abilities:

-Hydrokinesis: as a river nymph, she possesses a considerable about of power over and control over her river.

-Toxikinesis: Just like her river, she can burn away souls.

-She’s a Binder of Oaths: she has the power to bind an oath of the Gods and punish those who break them.

-Odikinesis: as the Goddess of Hatred, she can sense, insight and remove hatred.

-Power Bestowal: She can bestow incredible power to mortals, giving humans the power to physically challenge a God/Goddess.

-Necromancy: can summon souls of those who have broken oaths, to her aid, as their souls belong to her in Death.

Home: the Underworld.

Personality/Traits: She is filled with hatred but can be nice if those around her are nice to her. She is a pessimist.

Quote: “For thousands of years, you mortals have been throwing in everything as you come across- hopes, dreams, wishes that never came true. Irresponsible waste management, if you ask me,”

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Ashleigh Murray as Keres, Goddess of Violent Death:

Daughter of Nyx. The Keres (singular, Ker) are actually multiple deathly female spirits but come to one when personified, her race is a Daimon which means spirit in Greek. The Keres are the Greek version of Valkyries as they are both war spirits that fly over battlefields and choose those to be slain.

Abilities:

-Death Empowerment: She feeds off death, which means her power increases when people die.

-Poison: She has a deadly poison that only the power of a God, Titan, or similar being can heal.

Home: the Underworld

Personality/Traits: Keres is very dark. She loves dark humor, she dislikes Hemera and Philotes for their happy go lucky attitude. She is very pessimistic and stand offish. She loves making games of the lives of mortals with her brother, Moros.

Quote: “I am full of rage. Die in pain!,”

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Vanessa Morgan as Akhyls, Goddess of Misery and Poisons:

Daughter of Nyx. Also a protogenoi.

Abilities:

-Toxikinesis: As Goddess of poisons, she has absolute control and divine authority over poison.

-Death Mist Control: death mist is a supernatural force. It shrouds demigods and mortals from the presence of monsters

Home: Tartarus near the Night Mansion/Palace

Personality/Traits: Has self-esteem issues. She’s a complete sadist. She trusts no one.

Quote: “Minor Goddess? I was old before the titans were born. I was old when Gaia first woke. Misery is eternal. Existence is misery. I was born of the eldest one- Night and the grandchild of Chaos”

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Sierra McClain as Oizys, Goddess of Depression , Anxiety and Grief:

Daughter of Nyx. Momus, is her twin brother.

Abilities:

-absolute power over pain, suffering, misery, anxiety and depression.

-able to cause her enemies absolute mental and physical anguish

-can make healed wounds feel as if they’ve never healed, causing opponents considerable pain.

-can control mental/emotional misery and sorrow at will, either lowering its severity or boosting it.

-can perpetuate a state of distress, this forces the opponent/victim to focus solely on sorrow and misery in their mind, making them panic.

-empowered by the pain of those around her.

Home: Tartarus

Personality/Traits: She is confident as fuck but she hates the life that was given to her. She hates causing others pain and distress, especially if they are innocent and don’t deserve it. She is a pitiful Goddess and often looks back and sometimes regrets her decisions. She hates fixing them so often she’ll leave them to rot.

Quote: “The truth is... I feel broken inside. Intoxicated with madness, in love with sadness,”

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Kat Graham as Philotes, Goddess of Affection, Friendship and Sex:

Daughter of Nyx. Minor Goddess. She is a force of good things. Literally the odd ball (other than Hemera) of the family because all her siblings are evil and then there’s her. But they protect the hell outta her!

Abilities:

-she is a sexual and spiritual guide to those in need

-can be a seductress/femme fatale

-able to bring love, civility and refinement into the world around her through her value of relationship and deep caring.

-can control love between two people

Home: Tartarus but mostly finds herself on Earth having affairs with mortals.

Personality/Traits: She’s offended by life-destroying offerings (blood sacrifices). Loves dressing sexy or not dressing at all tbh. She’s charming, a big extrovert, adores being the center of attention, and she loves love! She loves bringing people together and has a thing for playing match maker. The topic of sex is casual to her, EXTREMELY flirtatious. She is very sensual, loves everything about the body and being in touch with one’s sexuality.

Quote: “Through me, we can discover our strength, enlighten our minds, own our bodies and celebrate our emotions,”

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Logan Browning as Eleos, Goddess of Compassion, Pity and Mercy:

Daughter of Nyx.

Abilities:

-able to induce and manipulate feelings of compassion, mercy and pity.

-gains strength from feelings and acts of kindness

-able to induce intense feelings of compassion, mercy and pity in her opponents

-She can enter a frenzy in which she has no compassion, mercy or pity for a while. When in this state, she can’t distinguish who is friend, foe or an innocent bystander

-can curse an opponent’s weapon with feelings of compassion and kindness, so that it heals wounds instead of causing them.

-can heal injuries on her or others’ bodies by performing acts of kindness.

-can remove any compassion, kindness etc from a person and/or animal, causing them to fight.

Home: Athens

Personality/Traits: She isn’t happy often tbh but always willing to show kindness. She’s shy, vulnerable and “weak”. As she is the Goddess of compassion, she is often sad. She hates attention and hates to be approached by people.

Quote: “Compassion and tolerance are not a sign of weakness but a sign of strength. So put on tender mercy and kindness as if they were your clothes,”

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So this is part one of the casting list!! Let me know what you guys think!💕 (if tag has a slash through it, it didn’t work)

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jflashandclash · 5 years ago

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Traitors of Olympus IV: Fall of the Sun

Forty-Seven: Ajax

Two Out of Ten Stars on the Monologue

Before Eris could set him down, something took her completely by surprise.

A tree exploded out of the ground beside Eris and slapped her across the face. She lost her grip on him.

Pax toppled away into someone else’s feet.

This certain someone sprinkled another powder over his face.

By this point, Pax’s instinct should have said Foreign Powder: Bad, but he didn’t have much choice in breathing. His mother’s concoction had left him gasping so heavily, all he could do was gulp up the flowery-scented air.

Breathing became a lot easier. The fuzziness erased, so the world became a lot less weeeeee! and a lot more Oh, right, I’m in immense amounts of pain.

When Pax looked up to see who he had to thank for this revelation, he remembered that he was a bit blind from the flashbang.

Everything was still too bright. The flashbang should have warn off by now. Could it really be—

“I LOVE LOW-CUT SHIRTS!” someone shouted from far above. The voice was so distant, Pax wasn’t sure if he’d imagined the spectral perv and wondered if demigods heard spectral pervs before they died instead of God. That seemed to fit Greek mythology to a T.

When Pax blinked a few times, he could see the curtains of Nyx’s cape parting in the sky. As he’d been told not to many times before, Pax stared straight into the sun.

While his eyes weren’t super fond of this decision, his brain was throwing a party: someone was driving the sun chariot.

Pax had to wonder if Apollo had been released, but wasn’t so sure when he heard a figure from far above shout, “Looking good, Daughter of Demeter!”

Apollo was creepy. But, usually, he was a bit more subtle.

However, Pax had to admit, Euna did look pretty awesome and terrifying.

She stood over Pax, strawberry plants and grass growing wild around them, curling around Pax like a protective shield. She held Kronos’ scythe to one side. Her hand rested on it more like a hand on a friend’s shoulder than a hand holding a weapon that would sever Pax in half if her finger slipped.

Black tar dripped off her arms and smeared her shirt.

“Ew,” Pax said, “Is that Phobetor goo? Did you turn him into costume supplies? Oh titans, that’s not the powder you dumped on me, is it?”

Real questions with disturbing answers.

Pax tilted his head to glance at the camp. Sure enough, there was a weird sheen forming around the barriers. Normally, Pax couldn’t see the Mist at work, but apparently Mist repair was a bit more visible.

The God of Nightmares had been keeping the Mist shield down. Euna must have defeated him. And then made motor oil out of him.

A roar sounded in the distance. With Phobetor’s sleep magic gone, Pax had to wonder if a very confused dragon, Peleus, realized he’d been teepeed by campers during his nap.

In the background, ghosts and ghouls screamed along with the roar. There was probably a massive Thriller retreat back to their graveyards with all this sunshine.

Hope lifted his core and made it feel all feathery until Euna took a step towards his mom.

Eris clapped her hands together, the flat edge of her knife pressed between her fingers. She tilted her head to the side and leaned her cheek against her hands like a giddy school girl. Eris didn’t look right in full daylight. In it, he could see the amount of damage that he and Axel had done to his mother: the way she could barely balance on her shredded ankle, how her torso curled towards the ichor spilling out of her side. The injuries didn’t match her expression as she said, “Oh, this is wonderful—it’s beautiful and perfect.”

“You lost,” Axel wheezed out from somewhere nearby.[1]

“But, I never had an objective to lose,” Eris giggled. Her round, dark eyes analyzed Euna gleefully. “Remember, I don’t really plan. I just set bombs and watch them go off. And you, my lovely darling, are a nuclear missile without a honing device.”

Euna twisted the scythe in her hands. “I’m killing you now,” she decided.

Before Euna could step out of his reach, Pax managed to grab her ankle. Upon registering Jack’s head—still mumbling angrily into a flower gag—Pax remembered last time he frantically grabbed Jack’s ankle to prevent Jack from killing Will Solace. That time, he epically failed in the preventative killing measure. “Please don’t make me an orphan,” Pax begged. Despite all of this, his stomach twisted at the thought. “I know those are the first steps to becoming a Disney princess, but I’ll give up that dream if it means you won’t kill someone else in my family.”

Underneath his grip, he could feel Euna violently shaking. Regardless of her resolve, Pax wasn’t sure if she would have the strength to live through fighting his mom. Yea, they were both injured, but Pax imagined killing one god a day would earn a powernap. Killing two..?

“We didn’t get to kill my sister, Hemera, and that’s a bummer,” Eris said, her gaze surveying the carnage around Camp Half-Blood, seeming satisfied. “But we got something much more fun: we get to find out whether parents really appreciate their children more when they’re gone—” Pax assumed she meant the dead demigods in camp, but Eris gestured to the black gunk on Euna. Huh. Hypnos baby. Gross. “We got a godly assassin that wants to murder all the gods. We got the seeds—” Pax wanted to giggle as his mother nodded to Euna again, but he felt a little too queasy. “—to make a third demigod group that neither of the others will trust. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you three sometime soon.”

She winked at Axel, Pax, and Euna.

And with that, Eris slowly stalked off down Farm Road. She didn’t even use a flash bomb or laugh manically. Pax gave her a zero out of ten for dramatic exits or proper villain monologues—a major let down since she and her gang had been doing so well.

Euna’s shakes, meanwhile, became worse. She collapsed backwards. Her butt crushed the air out of Pax’s diaphragm, making pain explode in his shoulder. Jack made a mumble of protest through his gag.

Pax squeaked when Kronos’ scythe sliced into the ground right beside his head.

This felt suspiciously easy and anticlimactic. And he didn’t like his mother’s “this isn’t over” type speech. When Pax squirmed, the pain in his shoulder intensified. His opposite hand wouldn’t respond. He wanted to complain to Euna, but a loud snore signaled how thoroughly she’d listen.

While taking a massive, mid-day nap sounded appealing—

Panic seized him when he remembered Eris’ knife digging into the avatar’s chest. Axel was lying somewhere close, potentially dying, and he was concerned about his mom’s proper villain etiquette. Pax didn’t even know where his brother was.

“Axel, help. I’m being crushed by a beautiful, hot woman,” Pax said, figuring that was the best way to gauge how Axel felt.

In the moment of silence that followed afterwards, Pax assigned an Axel rating system.

“Don’t objectify her” would be somewhere between 8 to 10.

“Ajax, shut up” would be a between 4 to 10.

A grunt: 2 to 4.

No response…

“You’re a sore sight for tired eyes, Leonis Caput,” someone said before Axel could.

Pax released a massive sigh of relief, something he never thought he’d do around a Roman.

Reyna strode towards them. With that hint of amusement in Reyna’s tone as she approached, she couldn’t think Axel was too hurt, and Pax knew that comment wasn’t for him.

Pax squirmed to look around when he heard Axel’s weak, slow response, “I take it it’s time to party?”

Pax immediately stopped squirming when Reyna said, much more serious, “I think it’s time to finally arrest you.”

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! I know this battle sequence might feel a little anticlimactic, but Mel and I agreed that if felt proper for Pax. Stay tuned next week for Calex’s chapter, A Punch of Home.

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Footnote:

[1] Mel beta, “I just imagine him popping up with leaves in his hair and looking all frazzled and confused like a guy just popped out of the forest.”

#Traitors of Olympus #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #Heroes of Olympus #fanfiction #Pax #Eris #Helios #Axel #Thank god the battle is over #Can you tell writing massive battles terrifies me? O.o T.T

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heirs-of-prythian · 6 years ago

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Pretty Colourful!

Hi, guys! I am back with a one-shot! No this has nothing to do with Wanted: Lila, since my brain kinda refuses to let write it down, even if I know how it is going to end. But whatever, I now have for you a fluffy fic about Rhys and Art having some fun with paints together (and Feyre will show up at the end again)!

Word count: 3k

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It's midday on a wonderful summer day and three year old Artemas has woken up from his nap not long ago. After being fed some mashed potatoes, baby-carrots, peas and butter cookies for lunch, Art was cleaned up and brought into his room to play by his father.

For a toddler, Art has a really big room. The floor is mostly covered in midnight blue fluffy and soft carpets. One wall is painted completely dark blue and golden and white stars are dotted around in constellations. As well as the phases of the moon, in a circle directly above the bed, which is Art's favorite thing on that wall. Even the falling stars from Starfall are seen in their bright blue glowing glory in the right corner beside the bed. The other wall opposite is painted with mountains in different shades of blue, and the other two do look like forests in dark green, brown and black. The walls were, of course, painted by Feyre herself, when she was pregnant with Art.

The room has two floor-to-ceiling windows, which both lead out to the same big balcony. The glass doors are sealed shut with magic since Art has tried several times to jump down from the balcony. Both Feyre and Rhys don't want their little baby son doing that and getting hurt, not to killed since they highly doubt that a jump like that could kill him, with their baby having strong magic like that, but they aren't taking any chances. Now the blue curtains are open and the room is flooded with warm daylight.

The room has also three doors. The first one is next to the window on the right and leads into the hallway. The former black wooden door is now adorned with various colors in different forms. Some look like moons, stars, suns, shooting stars, flowers, even a hand print here and there, and some basic forms. This door isn't the only door that looks like this in Art's room. The other two painted doors are opposite the first door, but in the far two corners of the room. One leads into the rooms own bathroom and the other into the closet/storage room for Art's toys/Art's "secret" playroom.

Beside the doors, most of the furniture also have been painted on. The room has now a tiny bed, a nightstand, a big armchair, shelves upon shelves filled with various stuffed animals (who are all named, and sorted both alphabetically and from most favorite to least), a tiny desk with bookshelves around it and a massive bookshelf between the windows with a fast growing book collection of storybooks of all shapes and sizes.

Even the walls aren't save from the paint, one corner between window and door is known as Art's little atelier. The whole corner has been used as a canvas from floor to ceiling. A small shelf stores canvases, palettes, various containers of paint, brushes, sponges, colorful pencils, crayons, chalks, pastels, papers, and other art utensils. Art likes to imitate Feyre as much as possible, when it comes to painting and art in general.

Now father and son are sitting in the middle of the room at a colourfully painted tiny table. Which Art has demand like a spoilt little prince to have been brought from his playroom by his father. Art has meanwhile plopped himself onto the carpet and looked over his paints in his corner. When Rhys came back with the table and set it in front of his son, said son has looked up to him, pointed one finger at the corner and simply said "Paints." At which Rhys just had risen an eyebrow and didn't move. Art's brows creased at that, not used not being obeyed, but than his face cleared.

"Thank you, daddy. Can you please get some paints?" Art has said slowly and carefully to pronounce every word correctly. "You're welcome, little moon. Now was that so hard, Artemas?" Rhys smiled at the head shaking Art, and started to move to the "Ala" (Art's little atelier). "And of course, what colours do you want?" "Blue," it came from Art before Rhys even finished the question, "red, yellow, green, white and black."

After Rhys has grabbed the paints and settled beside his son, summing papers and paintbrushes, while opening the containers and scooping the colours on a palette.

Feyre had made sure that the paints are save for Art to eat, since even the Heir of Night is a normal baby and now toddler and puts almost anything in his mouth. So now Art can go wild with it.

Meanwhile Art looks excited at the colours, a big smile attached to his face. Grinning, Rhys ruffles Art's short black hair, looking forward as to what Art will paint.

"Thanks, daddy!" Art grins up to his father, a brush already in hand.

"For you, everything, little moon." Rhys says sincerely and moves his head down until their noses meet. Art's impossibly big grin widens even more. For a few seconds, neither of the two moves, but then Art goes in for the kill, Rhys is only a millisecond to slow.

"First!" Art cheers loudly, after he kissed his father's nose. Both start grinning at each other again and than dissolve into laughter.

Cauldron, he loves his son so much.

After the laughter died down, Art faced his paints and paper and started dipping the paintbrush into blue paint. Now concentrating on painting, Art ignores his father, who has slung an arm around him, and the world around him. He barely registers the kiss on his head by his father. Rhys smiles into his son's hair, as Art barely reacts to him.

Mother, when he is like this, he is so much like Feyre. It's so adorable.

But when Art is like this, there's isn't much to do, since Art will probably not move from his spot for some time. Being content with painting in peace, Art is completely distracted and has no desire to do anything else right now. It's like he is in his own world right now.

So Rhys is just happy with watching Art paint, listening to Art's mumbles, which most of the time make absolutely no sense at all, and looking out of the window at the Sidra. Since interaction with his son when he is in this state is practically nonexistent, Rhys doesn't even try. He also doesn't react when his son paints over the ends of the paper and onto the table. Art does it constantly and the table is full of paint because of that.

It's something Feyre does often as well, painting on something that isn't a canvas or papers, usually walls or furniture. And that shows to Rhys at least that his little moon is more like is mother than him, despite looking like him. And Rhys loves it.

It's been almost half an hour when Art gets bored painting with brushes. So Art puts the still covered in red paint brush down. Then without hesitation, Art puts his whole tiny hand into the palette, still mumbling to himself. Cold paint squishes between his fingers. He giggles at the feeling.

Art loves this feeling. Just the paint simply on his skin.

He didn't really paid attention into what colours he put his hand, so now blue and red are covering his hand, mixing slightly into purple. But Art doesn't care, so he just continues painting, starting a new story in his head, at least to him. To everyone else, Art's mumbling while he paints is mostly incoherent and nonsensical words mixed with words and sentences he knows. And for a three year old, Artemas knows a lot of words, courtesy mostly to his older cousins Cadan and Hemera. Who try to get him as up to speed with them as possible.

Rhys didn't even noticed that his son has gone from brush painting to finger painting. His hand is still on his mumbling son's back, who made no indication himself that something has changed. Rhys is absently drawing circles with his thumb on the tiny back and just stares almost vacantly out of the window, without really seeing anything, thinking on an slight issue with the Lords of Hewn City. Which he will take care of tomorrow. But in his head he is going over the issue and the solution he and Feyre came up with. And then is thoughts lead him into thinking of his beloved mate Feyre.

The High Lord of the Night Court is as lost to the world as the Heir of Night is.

But Rhys was abruptly thrown off his thoughts when he feels something cold and slick gliding across his right cheek. And a giggle follows the disappearance of the feeling. His son's giggle. Casting his head down, Rhys looks at his giggling and at his face pointing son. The palm of the hand that points at him is covered completely in paint. Red and blue are mixed into purple, while yellow almost completely disappeared into green, and white and black merged into various shades of grey. Non of the colours are dried yet, so the palm is glinting wetly.

The other hand is clean and is clutching Rhys' shirt to keep the laughing toddler upright. Whose giggling transformed into a full blown laugh.

"I don't think that that's so funny, little moon." Rhys says grinning, loving hearing his son laugh like that, even if it is apparently on his expense.

"Daddy, .... real ... pretty... now!" Art gasps out between laughing, not even bothering with sentence structures or the correct pronunciations of the words, causing him to say "Leal" and "pletty".

"Oh am I now?" Rhys asks amused, violet eyes glittering like stars. Art just nods while still laughing, not noticing his father's finger dipping into blue paint.

"How about I make you pretty?" Rhys asks as he taps his son's nose, painting it blue.

Art gasps and stops laughing, blinking at his father, who now laughs at his son's stunned face.

"Little moon, ... real.... pretty .. now." Laughing, Rhys imitates his son, also pronouncing it incorrectly.

Art crosses his arms, smearing paint into his blue shirt, and pouts at his laughing father. But then he has an idea. Uncrossing his arms, turns to his father, who has calmed down and is facing the ceiling, eyes closed and grinning widely. Tugging at his father's shirt and a "Daddy", Art gets the wanted attention from his father. Rhys hums and brushes strands of hair away from his son's face.

"I make you pretty!" Art explains or better demands, points from him to Rhys, "and you make me pretty!" The finger points first to Rhys than to Art again and than to the paints on the table. Throughout the demand, Rhys eyebrow has risen, but than he sighs and smiles.

"Okay, little moon, let's paint each other's faces." He obeys amused, already knowing that his stubborn son will not take an "no" for an answer, well at least not if it isn't satisfiedly explained to Art. And it does sound like a lot of fun.

Rhys needs to duck down a little so the blue-nosed toddler can reach him comfortably. So father and son start painting the face of the other.

They paint until no patch of skin is clean and untouched, covering their face in shades of blue, red, purple, yellow, green, orange, white, gray and black. Rhys has drown a white full moon, a yellow crescent moon and a red waning moon on little moon's forehead. Art has only put stars on his father's entire face, in all colours, all shapes and sizes overlapping and mixing together, only a few stars are still recognisable as such.

Satisfied, both father and son lean back, hands at hips, admiring their work with a critical eye, but than smiling widely, mirroring each other. Violet eyes meet blue-grey eyes. And both start laughing again.

"You are very ... very pretty now, Daddy!" Art wrings out between his laughter, hands clutching his stomach, smearing more paint into his shirt. The "r" is again a "l", except for the "are".

Cauldron, his little moon is so cute and wonderful.

Rhys was about to give his son the compliment back, but than they hear from downstairs a voice, shouting.

"I'm home, boys!"

"Mommy!" Art has straighten and stopped laughing, but now excited to see his mother. Getting to his feet, he has completely forgetting about his paint covered hands and face. But Rhys catches his arm as he was about to run out, stopping him completely. Art turns his face and sees a mischievous smile on his father's face that immediately gets his interest. Art is always up for some mischief.

"How about we show Mommy our new masterpieces, little moon?" Rhys whispers softly, the smile still on his face.

Art grins and than giggles, nodding, he puts his arms up, silently demanding to be picked up. Rhys stands and swoops up his son in one fluid move, not caring for the paint that Art smears on his shirt. With a little magic, Rhys makes the paint in their faces instantly dry, so they couldn't accidentally destroy their masterpieces. Going down the stairs, they scan the foyer. No Feyre in sight.

"Mommy?" Art shouts. "In the kitchen, little moon!" Feyre shouts back. Turning left, Rhys almost tiptoes to the kitchens door, hoping his mate isn't facing them. And he is in luck, Feyre has her back to them, preparing a tea. Seemingly not noticing them.

Impatient as ever, Art makes a noise and says "Mommy look! We are pretty now!"

At her son's weird sentence, Feyre turns around, prepared to say that they are always pretty, but the words died down at the sight of her most beloved males: her mate, and her son. Stunned, Feyre gaps at them, taking in the paint covered faces. Blue is the dominant colour in both faces. Rhys' face seems to be covered in a similar shape over and over. Feyre can make the shapes out to be stars. Art's face seems to have a blue background with things painted over it. The most eye-catching are the three moons on his forehead.

And to be honest, Feyre can't decide who has more artistic talent, her three year old son or her well over 500 year old mate. But she leans slightly towards her son, and she is not biased with that opinion. Not even a little, and Rhys would agree with her.

This isn't what she expected to welcome her home, but she welcomes it nonetheless.

"Look, little moon, we are so pretty, we made your mother speechless!" Rhys says proudly. Art makes a proud noise of agreement, while nodding his head.

"Feyre Darling, tell as how pretty we are!" Rhys requests dramatically to his still speechless and gaping mate. "Tell us! Tell us, Mommy!" Art chimes in, excited. At this, Feyre snaps out of her stupor, and laughs.

"Both of you're beautiful!" Feyre smiles brightly and advances towards them. The second she is within arm reach of Rhys, an arm is slung around her waist, drawing her closer. Feyre brings her arms around her mates waist and her son's back. Art leans an arm around his mother's shoulder, the other is already on his father's.

Hugging each other, the small family stays like that and enjoying the closeness and the warmth.

Bending down a little, Rhys kisses Feyre. Both smile into the kiss. But they don't kiss for long with a impatient toddler in their arms. After breaking the kiss, Feyre tiptoes and kisses her son's cheek.

"What happened?" Feyre asks amused, looking closer at their faces.

"Your son,-" Rhys starts but Feyre interrupts him. "My son?"

"Yes, he is your son only when he paints, Darling. He is so much like you when he does." Feyre laughs at that.

Well, he isn't wrong.

"Anyways, little moon has decided that my face would be prettier with paint on it and followed his impulse," Rhys continues amused, smiling at Art, who smiled back innocently. "And I just copied him, making him prettier as well. And than this little artist here decided that we should paint each other's faces to make the other pretty. And that's all there is to it, Darling."

"Both of you are definitely pretty" Feyre agrees, smiling. "Are those stars, little moon?"

"Yes!" Art answers proudly. "All of it! Stars!"

"Is that a new masterpiece, little moon?" His mother inquiries, tracing a line of a half visible star on his father's face. "To bad we can't hang this one." Rhys laughs at that. "To bad, isn't it." He agrees. "But you could paint us later, Feyre Darling." Rhys suggests it because of a growing frown and sad eyes on Art's face.

"Can you, mommy?" Art is immediately onboard with the idea, excited to be painted by his talented mother.

In his eyes, Feyre is the best artist there is and he wants to be as good as her, no maybe even better than her!

"I can and definitely will!" Feyre promises, "As soon as I have time, this is going to be my next project! Because this needs to be immortalised"

"It does, doesn't it!" Rhys agrees, grinning. Art nods his head wildly in agreement, looking rather smug.

Than he hugs his parents closer and buries his face in-between them, making a happy purr. Feyre and Rhys laugh and smile at each other.

What did they do to deserve such a wonderful gift, like their son.

"I love you both!" Art mumbles, his head still buried between his parents. But they can hear the smile in his voice.

"We love you, too, Artemas." They say together, smiling down at their son.

And not even two weeks later, the High Lady of the Night Court has finished her newest favourite painting. It shows the High Lord of the Night Court and the Heir of Night, cheek to cheek, smiling, eyes sparkling like stars in the night sky, paint covering their faces in various colours and shapes, making them prettier and pretty colourful.

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Heirs of Prythian Profiles

Name: Artemas "Art"

Birthday: 31. December

Age (600 Years after Acowar(a.A.)): 571

Epithets/Nicknames:

Moon's Hunter

Nightbringer

Most Powerful Fae/Being/Future High Lord

Archer of Destruction and Death

Little Moon (by family)

Position/Titles:

Prince of Night

Heir of Night

Future High Lord of the Night Court

Magical Abilities:

Misting

Glamouring

Winnowing

Healing

Daemeti Power

Flight by Wings

Magic of all Courts (Same as Feyre's)

Family:

Rhysand and Feyre (Parents)

Arianna and Asteria (little Sisters)

Nesta, Elain, Leda Morrigan and Amren (Aunts)

Cassian, Lucien, Azriel and Varian (Uncles)

Hemera, Helena, Aurelia, Callista, Felicia, Cadan, Cleon, Echo, Morena, Morpheus, Pluton (Cousins)

Tamlin, Rosary, Primula, Briallen, Rubin, Jaicen (In-Laws)

Sexuality: Demisexual

Romances:

Jemima (ex-girlfriend)

Laverna (Mate/Wife)

Best Friends: Cadan, Hemera, Nikos, Rubin

Squads:

Heirs of Prythian

Night Court's Future Inner Circle

Night-Archeron Cousins

Hem-Cad-Art Trio

Hobbies: Painting, Hunting, Reading

Three characteristics to describe them:

Lazy, Charismatic, Cunning

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Aesthetics: 1 & 2 & 3 & 4

Well I would love to know where to start with him.... But he is in fact the only character who I have developed in so much details in my head so far .... But let's see ... This is going to be a long one ... Ah I know!

On the last day of the year in the early hours of the evening, the High Lady of the Night Court was going into labor, the heir would be born soon, in excitement und anticipation the family of the High Lord and Lady waited in front of the room, the High lady was giving birth in. After hours of waiting, in the middle of night, the heir was born with a mighty scream that shook the whole night court itself. The newborn heir released so much magic that all the other High lords took notice.

And with that Artemas announced his presence, his magic, and his power to Prythian.

Of course the Court of Dreams (and family) were surprised, they did expected strong magic in Art but not on that level nor at that age, since he was not even a minute old. But after the first scream, no other powers were released from Art, but they still could feel the power radiating off him. But this didn't hinder nor squished the joy of the family to welcome their newest member. The High Lord himself was crying while holding his son.

Art was powerful from the very beginning and had strong magic as a baby. His temper tantrums - from when he was young - are very famous in the Night Court, because if he felt something too strongly, his magic acted out.(It still does that sometimes, but only when he gets a panic-attack. And when he does have a panic-attack, don't try to help, just run and wait until the dangers of dying are over. Only then help him. He is probably unconscious by then and save to approach.)

When he once was 6 months old, he started crying so hard and so loud, that he plunged Velaris in complete darkness for half an hour, because than Feyre, Rhys, Nesta, Cadan, Elain, Hemera (the Archeron sisters were meeting for tea and cake with their children and Rhys winnowed later in panic to them after the darkness came) got him to calm down and sleep. This is one of the famous "temper tantrums events" Cadan and Hemera (especially Hemera) will tease him about for eternity. And Art is actually really easy to tease, because he will blush and huff and pout and whine no matter his age.

Rhys doesn't have the ability to really say no to his children or his nieces and nephews. So Art, Ari and Asta are spoiled, none of them will deny it. So therefore Art always gets what he wants one way or another. When he was little, he simply mostly made puppy-eyes and pouted at the adults and he almost always got whatever he wanted. But now he uses mostly loopholes, manipulation and a little blackmailing. He is very cunning and knows exactly how to talk to people to get what he wants.

Art was on both parts a very easily to entertain and a very easily distracted child. It depends on how you try to entertain him. Because if you gave him paper and colourful crayons (or at least the Prythian equivalent of that) or paints, there was a good chance that he will barely move from his spot for hours.

(Fun story: Elain was once babysitting Art when he was 3, but it was good weather outside, so she decided to do some gardening outside. So she put Art on the magical enchanted blanket, like she did with Hemera and Cadan before, under some shadows with some paper, fingerpaint, colorful pencils, his bottle with juice and some snacks. The blanket had spell on it e.g. to warn her if the baby wants/tries to leave the blanket, to keep the baby on it until someone is there to take baby, to warn Elain if something is wrong with the baby, to keep the baby from harming itself accidentally, etc. Everything to keep a baby safe, in one place, alive and protected. And she didn't go that far off, to do some gardening. At first she looked after Art every few minutes, but after three hours straight, she realised she hadn't looked at him once and no spell was activated. So in growing panic she turned around and is stunned. Because Art was lying on his stomach, talking to himself and drawing. His bottle was almost empty and half of the snacks were gone. And Art looked happy that nobody was bothering him. Elain didn't want to disturb him but it was getting late and she had promised Art to decorate his favourite cookies (sugar cookies (he loves to decorate them)). So she gently asked him what he was doing and Art almost jumped out of his skin, turned his head, looked Elain dead in the eye, smiled and said: "Auntie Elain! I forgot about you! Sorry!" He only then looked at his surroundings and than sat up and yelped: "We wanted to decorate cookies!" He stood, took a giggling Elains hand and dragged her inside. And with that everyone found out later how easily you can entertain Art, if you leave him to himself sometimes.)

Or you could read him/let him read a story and if it is either a love story/fairy tale or a spooky/horror story, he will listen/read wide-eyed and curious/awed glimmer in his eyes. Everything else was a gamble, if he would be entertained or would abonden it and do something else.

Art is a logical thinking Fae even as a child, he understood pretty early on how powerful he is or even more going to be. Which makes him on some level practically invincible, so little Art came to the easy conclusions that no real creature/monster could kill him, so his last shards of fear of them fall away on a very young age. But he never really got scared of anything to begin with, nothing is too horrifying or terrifying to him.

He finds Bryaxis cute (when he was five, he begged Rhys and Feyre for months to allow him to make Bryaxis his pet. They only allowed him that as long as he stays in the library when they are in Velaris and that he will never ask them again, if he could have any other creature as a pet. Because he did that a lot.), the Suriels are really interesting and cool (he liked to sit in their laps when he was little and listen to the stories they would tell him), various monsters, that haunt the forest of Prythian, are either pretty, beautiful (on an odd level) or cute and also very easy prey. No Creature or Being scares him. He even finds Hewn City aesthetically pleasing and appealing to the eye (he still doesn't like most of the people there but he likes to chill and party there with friends).

The only thing/being Art is scared of, is the Cauldron itself. At first he wasn't afraid of it, but when he was about 300 years old, they (Night-Archeron Family) visit Drakon and Miryam on their island. And since the Cauldron is hidden there, It wanted to have revenge against the Archerons and Amren. And It wanted it to happen, where it would hurt them the most, so It attacked their children. However the spells and enchantments on the Cauldron, prevented It from killing them directly, so the overgrown bathtub took a more mental and also more painful approach. And so after a few minutes after the Night-Archeron Family touched down on the island, Art, Ari, Asta, Cad, Cleon, Hemy, Hely, Aura, Feli and Pluton (yes, not Calla because the Cauldron loves her) fell to the ground spamming, screaming and holding their heads. The Archeron Sisters and Amren of course had felt the Cauldron and It's doing, tried to counter It. But their Children started bleeding from their eyes, noses, mouths and ears. The Cauldron had released a loud white noise in their heads. Their brains were being fried and they came very close to dying. But Rhys, Mor and Az had all of them winnowed as far as possible and as fast as possible. They barely survived and they needed months to recover from that horrible experience. Since then Art and the Rest are mentally scarred for life. And the Cauldron still sometimes taunts them in the back of their head. Even the mere possiblity of the Cauldron being in near proximity to them, will send all of them running in the opposite direction. (Yes to answer your unasked question, if Art could get close to it, he could destroy it with only a few little problems. But he will never (if the world isn't ending) get close to it.)

Artemas did go to the Illyrian Training Camps, because he mainly needed allies from the Illyrians (and to know how to fight without magic, but that was just an afterthought). Art's Dream for when he is the High lord is to a unifie the Night Court between the Illyrians, Hewn City and Velaris. And with that create a strong, more peaceful and powerful Court. But for that he realised he needed allies in both Velaris and Hewn City. But he also needed close friends and allies from the Illyrians to get most of them on his side. So he went to the camps with the full intend to make as many friends as possible there. That friends making wasn't the problem though, because Art always has been a very charismatic, kind, funny and respectful. Making friends is easy to him. This is also where he met and befriended his best friend/future Commander of the Illyrian Armies Nikos, and his future General Commander Of the Night Court's Armies Marcella (short Marcy).

The only problem he had, was that he didn't like close physical fights, because his first instinct for everything is magic. And since he had a lot it didn't end very well for him and his opponent, when he accidentally used some while sparing. So he needed very early on a lot of restrainers on him, to block his magic but the older he got and the stronger his magic grew, the more restrainers he needed because he kept breaking them a lot. But his magic wasn't the only thing that hindered him but also his sheer dislike of physical confrontation and fights. They made him uncomfortable. (well they still make him uncomfortable and also send him sometimes into panicking) Because of that he developed a fighting style, that mainly is about distance, dodging, hiding and getting the opponent defeated as fast as possible and with as little contact as possible. It worked but none of the camp lords nor most of his opponent were any kind of happy with that. He was always walking on a thin line in the camps when it comes to the rules and traditions. It was also here, where his enjoyment of loopholes and finding the easy way out began. The camp lords were angry and annoyed with this behaviour and he was almost punished every other week (no not leashes (he only got 3 leashes in his entire stay there) just some work here and there, some cleaning up etc.) And through that he learnt a lot of patience and discipline (which he lacked as a child). And this was the only other good thing that come out of his stay and training. He still very lazy though, that didn't change much.

All of this is also the reason why his preferred weapons are bow and arrows. He loves it. The distance, the concentration, the calculation, the easiness to hold a bow, the elegance, the creativity with the arrows. He swears he was born to be an Archer. It is perfect for him. Feyre had taught him when he was around 7, because he saw her using a bow and was immediately interested. But he honed his skill to near perfection in the camps. This was one of the only things the camp lords were never annoyed about with him.

He ended his training barely within the standards and was actually glad to go home and not partake in the bloodrite, but after he was almost done with packing and only a few hours before the bloodrite, the camp lord informed him that he actually would participate in it. Art's Brain shut down after the lord was done explaining and it only restarted when was already thrown out in the forest for the rite. But the rite wasn't actually that hard for him. It still wasn't easy, but not as hard as he feared it would be. Marcy found him by accident and was surprised to see him there. They started to search for Nikos right after. After they found him, they come to the agreement that Art would provide them with the fastest and safest way and how to survive in this wilderness. Marcy and Nikos would fight the others off. So began the literal hide and seek between the other Illyrians (who wanted either revenge for lousy fights or just wanted to get their hands on a quarter-breed and the heir of the night) and Art (who didn't fought once in the entire bloodrite and was glad about it), since he avoided them as much as possible. And within a week the come to the top of the mountain and finished the bloodrite almost as fast as Rhys, Cass and Az did. Art spent his Bloodrite just hiding and running away from fights. And he will proudly announced that to anyone who asks him about it.

Art has absolutely no pride in being a warrior or being from Illyrian blood, he finds the notion of having pride of something like that very stupid for himself. Though he does respect people who has that kind of pride in them, it's just not up his alley. He will admit publicly that he is not good at fighting and that almost anyone with combat training could beat him, well as long as it is purely combat, but if magic is allowed, you will get your ass handed to you in seconds, because even then Art doesn't want to fight anyone any longer than he needs to.

There is also another reason for why he will avoid fights involving any kind of weapons like his life depends on it, but more on that someday later. It has something to do with his PTSD. He has three triggers that will give him panic-attacks. They have various levels of how fast they make him panicking and lose control. The slowest is being surrounded by at least three armed individuals who are trying to kill or fight him. The next one is being hanged by his wrists over his head. It gets worse if he can't touch the ground with his feet or if can't use his magic. And the fastest is having any kind of blade near his throat or neck. If he panics in any of this situation, he will shortly after fall unconscious and his magic will explode out of him and destroy everything in a few miles radius. (he once almost completely halft a Mountain) If you are really close to him when that happens, you are most definitely death, since Art has no control in that moment. But these moments don't happen really that much since Art is avoiding them like they are a plague and with almost childish stubbornness.

So to make one thing clear, Art is a lazy ass. Everyone knows it. Art is lazy. If he finds a way not to do something himself or an easier way to get it done, then he will not hesitate to use that way. He will also never hesitate to ask for help, if he thinks someone will make it easier or do it completely for him, because they can do it better than. Art knows what he can and can't do, therefore he will not waste time and energy to try to do it himself, when he can just ask someone right away to help him. Art never does more than he absolutely needs to do. And these things he will do fast, efficiencently and perfectly. It is an absolute nightmare to get him to train, because you will need literal years to have him agree to training. He almost ever refuses to do everything that is taxing or tiring (except hunting, flying, archery(he loves all that shit)). But also if someone, who he loves (his friends and family), loves that activity that they ask him to join in, than he will probably do it for them with a lot of complaining (in a mostly teasing and humourous way)(well except for fighting even if it is Ari's and Echo's favorite thing in the world). Art loves to make people happy and likes to help them. But he will never go completely out of his way for anyone (except for Laverna), but he will try to help as best as he can manage.

He has a lot of people employed in his office even before he is high lord, because they make his life a lot easier. And yes he has an office building, because his parents are giving him a lot work to do, to prepare him to take over the Night Court. He also has three writers employed just for his paperwork, because him writing something longer than half a page is preposterous. He would either mentally or verbally dictate what they should write down. (They also have a better handwriting than him. Artemas handwriting is messy, rushed and inconsistent, which contradicts his artistic side and makes him mad at himself.)

(Fun Story: The Heirs need to do reports about their findings and solutions in the Biannual "Prythian Court Meeting", since they have their own little meeting. Art tried to get his writers to do it for him, but Rhys (as a little revenge plan) made the law about them so airtight that Art - to his horror and dismay - was forced to handwrite all the reports. But since all the heirs were not that happy with this law, they decided to make their longest report yet. This was their revenge, because their parents need to read them. So they made a 150 paged report, were every possible solution was listed and every solution was explained in excruciating detail and also how effective they would be etc. It was informativ but also very painful to read, because the writing style was awful and overly overcomplicated. And the High Lords and ladies needed to read them. And the heirs even controlled and tested if they read them with some buzzwords that were hidden in the texts. And since neither the HoPs nor the High Lords and Ladies wanted this to ever happen again, so decided that the maximum number of pages is 50. The only really good thing that came out of this, was the combination of two solutions for the problem, of which one the high lords and ladies never thought of.)

Art at this age has already a complete Inner Circle and all of them are monster when it comes to magic, powers and/or combat. His Inner Circle has ten members (if you count the future high lord and high lady in than they have 12 but I don't so just ten). Five males and five females. (Five of them are family to Art) They are going to be the strongest and most efficient Court in whole Prythian and also in history. And also the most independent, since Art is "training" and "designing" them into being able to function without him or with only the minimum input from him.

Since this is already over 3k Words long, I think that this will be enough for now. And I am not done with Art yet, but I don't think I will write for any another of my HoPs even close to that number. I will probably continue Art someday, since I love him so much. He such a Lazy Smartass. He is the best. 😉

If someone has any questions about Art or any of the other Characters, feel free to ask. I'd love to answer them. 😊

Which one of the Heirs should i do next? (please no little siblings except for Ari, because i don’t really want to do younger siblings berfore older ones. Thanks)

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bloodroyalsrpg · 7 years ago

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CONGRATULATIONS, JEN!

You have been accepted for the role of ISLE OLLIVANDER. ”she was no earthquake, she wasn’t even a rock unless you needed someone to lean on” sold us one thousand percent. From start to finish this application was absolutely beautiful. We love all the way that you expanded on her personality, her values, and especially on her relationships. There’s a common misconception that kind, introverted characters are boring but your Isle’s quiet resolve, artistic empathy, and conscious effort to see beyond the blinders of her own privlidged upbringing are thoroughly and undeniably fascinating. We look forward to seeing how she grows into her own over the course of the game. Please look at the CHECKLIST for next steps. Welcome to Blood Royals!

♕ I: OUT OF CHARACTER ♕

NAME / ALIAS: Jen

♕ II: CHARACTER INFORMATION ♕

FULL NAME: Isle Hemera Ollivander

Isle – a diminutive of Elisabeth which ended up being something of a compromise between her half-German mother and British father when one wanted a classic name and the other wanted a name that would be remembered other than just her surname.

Hemera - the primordial Greek goddess of daylight and her mother’s name.

Ollivander - means ‘he who owns the olive wand’, suggesting a Mediterranean origin.

FACECLAIM: I’d like to change her fc to Laura Harrier please!

DATE OF BIRTH: March 14th, 1952, Pisces

Pisces are selfless, they are always willing to help others, without hoping to get anything back. Pisces is a Water sign and as such this zodiac sign is characterized by empathy and expressed emotional capacity. Ravenclaw Pisceans spend so much time dreaming or reading books of legends that it’s a wonder they ever come down to earth. Care must be taken that they do not neglect their material needs, including those that involve sleep, food, and drink. They are quiet students, not always the best in their classes, but tend to be brilliant at subjects which they are personally interested in. Shy and nervous, they are easily bullied or intimidated, and need some looking after by more assertive students.

HOGWARTS HOUSE & YEAR: Ravenclaw, 1963 - 1970. Isle was a hat stall, with The Sorting Hat torn between Hufflepuff for her soft heart and longing to belong, and Ravenclaw for her natural curiosity and fascination with just about everything. In the end it took her own decision into account with her hoping that a house that challenged her more might help her reach the heights her parents hoped for.

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Isle identifies as female and uses she/her pronouns.

SEXUALITY / SHIPS / ANTI-SHIPS: Panromanic, demisexual. Isle has an almost whimsical nature about her at times, the idea of romance something she holds very dear to her heart when it was always so lacking in her parent’s lives. Her soft heart means that she finds herself getting easily attached to people and she has more than a knack for finding something good and worth admiring in almost everyone she means. This means that she is almost constantly drifting in and out of love (in all its varying forms) with those around her but she can never quiet allow herself to be so free with intimacy when to her it should be something special and far from gratuitous.

My main ship for Isle would be her with chemistry (although the idea of her and Corban is so interesting to me and so much could be done with that. Opposites attract is my kryptonite so I have a lot to say but don’t want to babble or get ahead of myself XD I also think her feelings for Royalle could go either way as well) and of course that means that my anti-ship for her would be no chemistry.

OCCUPATION: Wandkeeper and assistant wandmaker to her Great-Uncle at Ollivanders.

ALLIANCE: Neutral. She’s doing her best to remain balanced between the two groups, avoiding too much talk of the war and its sides even if she is more sympathetic towards the Order.

POLITICAL VIEWS: Her parents are immensely proud of their pureblood status and what it means for them in their society and some of that pride rubbed off on Isle at an early age. It wasn’t until later that she started to question just what exactly made her apparently so much better than those who weren’t members of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. But even now, their lessons are hard to unlearn and she finds herself having to apply compassion to ensure that she’s seeing the situation for what it is rather than what she’s told to see. But for the most part, Isle tries to distance herself from politics when it’s such a divisive subject and there doesn’t seem to be an answer that two people can agree on to any topic. So while The Order might tug on her heartstrings more, Isle is determined not to take sides when everyone she knows seems to be being pulled in different directions.

KNOWN FACTS:

Despite being something of a wallflower, Isle rather enjoys all the balls she’s encouraged to go to due to the fact the her natural delicateness lends itself rather well to being a good dancer.

While his uncle is renowned for his wandmaking skills, Isle’s father Gerrell Ollivander chose not to pursue the same career and instead forged a name for himself in the Wizengamot. His known to be a hard man to appease when he feels as though the law has been broken but there’s whispers that he is far more sympathetic to those who share the same level of blood purity as he does.

Her mother has one of the finest personal collections of wizarding antiques in Great Britain and perhaps Europe. It was a tradition started by her mother and some of the pieces date as far back as Medieval times. The collection is her pride and joy and it’s little secret that she speaks more fondly of it than her own daughter.

Isle is making something of a reputation for herself in the wand-making trade with her designs gaining in popularity with each one she completes. She might not be able to match the speed of her great uncle but the wands that she creates are so beautifully and intricately carved that it’s almost obvious that each is a labour of love.

BOGGART: Ollivander’s burning, all of her hard work and the one place she felt she truly belonged being taken away from her.

AMORTENTIA: first scent is warm, rich and comforting - hot chocolate with smooth undertones of hazelnut. She smells pine - fresh and clear - reminding her of cool autumn days and hours spent in amongst wands. The last scent is dark and smokey, heady and intoxicating, out of place yet soothing all at once. It almost makes her want to abandon the other two familiar scents altogether.

PERSONALITY TRAITS: At least four detailed personality traits

Trusting and naïve - her ability to seek and believe the best in people is both one of her greatest assets and biggest weakness. Gossip is something she hears but rarely pays any attention to, preferring to instead to make her own decisions about whether a person is good or bad. Despite being empathetic and sympathetic, she tends to take people at their word and at face value, making her very easy to deceive and lull into a false sense of security.

Adroit and hardworking - Her natural understanding of wands is perhaps something that it could be argued she inherited but Isle prefers to see it as a combination of natural talent along with her desire to learn as much about it as possible. Once she starts working on something, she’s almost always adverse to stopping until it’s finished and keeping people waiting. As far back as her time at Hogwarts she used to pour all her time and energy into studying and her own personal research with little concern for anything else. Even now she has a habit of losing herself in her work, time passing without her noticing and all other necessities forgotten about.

Compassionate and selfless - there’s no other way of putting it, Isle is just softhearted. Other people affect her deeply and she without fail will always want to help them with anything that’s troubling them. She will always make herself available to those who reach out even at the expense of her own time and even health. It’s where she feels most at ease around other people and she’d by far rather be the listener than the sharer.

Artistic and imaginative - her designs are truly something to behold, sketches coming to her at all times of the day and night as she find inspiration in the smallest, simplest of things. She has a tendency to be a dreamer, to let reality slip away just enough so that she’s living in the ideal world where tensions aren’t rising and everything is at risk.

Shy and unsure - while Isle doesn’t necessarily think lowly of herself and knows that she has her strengths, she struggles to believe that they lend themselves well to life or success in the society that she was born into. With her own parent’s disinterest, she feels as though everyone else might eventually come to the same conclusion about her and it makes her hesitant in conversation in the hopes to delay their decisions a little longer.

Curious and inquisitive: might have struggled to always perform well under the stress of tests but there’s no denying that the young woman still has a thirst for knowledge. It might not be for anything particularly academic but if it catches her interest then without a doubt she’ll have bought two books on the subject within the hour. She has an almost constant sense of wonder at the world and feels as though her interest curiosity will never be sated.

SPECIAL SKILLS: While Isle will be quick to claim that it’s nothing but a simple indulgence in her free time, she’s quite a talented piano player which dates back to lessons that her parents used to pay for for her and a love of music that quickly followed. Though perhaps not the most clinical with her technique, her light touch and the feeling that she pours into each piece make up for what she might lack technically.

BIOGRAPHY:

Born to two proud Slytherins whose ambition and need for advancement seemed to know no bounds, Isle never quite possessed the same iron-hearted will that they did. Instead she inherited her mother’s looks and took her father’s name but remained all together more soft than they had hoped for. A difficult childbirth meant that she was to remain sibling-less and though she never failed to do everything she could to please her parents and be the pureblooded princess they wanted her to be, they grew more and more disinterested and distant with every bird she tried to save or poor soul her eyes filled with pity for. Their high hopes would never be realised and for that disappointment alone they threw themselves into their work, leaving their daughter either in the care of family - mainly her great uncle where she spent hours enraptured by his work with wands- or the house elves.

With every year it became obvious that she’d never have the qualities needed to shake up society and progress to the very top. She was no earthquake, she wasn’t even a rock unless you needed someone to lean on. Instead the daughter of Hemera and Gerrell Olivander’s daughter was more like water, calming and soothing but with hidden depth most people never saw when her quiet demeanour was only the surface. But just as it became more obvious to her parent’s that she wasn’t what they’d wanted, Isle herself began to see that neither of them were truly happy. Their marriage was one of convenience, two like minds joining together to conquer what they could, and while they knew how to put on a good face as much as the next Pureblood, behind closed doors it was painfully obvious to her that even if they accomplished their goals they’d never be truly happy or satisfied. It seemed like a hollow way to live any way.

Vows were made to her younger self to not become the shadows of people that her parents were, to keep some sort of love and hope to light her life and prevent her from following the same path that they did. From the moment that she entered the Great Hall, Isle was almost convinced that she’d end up in Hufflepuff with her parents convinced of the same thing and almost despairing of the idea that their offspring had fallen so far away from them. Except she managed to surprise them all when her quiet intelligence and natural curiosity earned her a place in Ravenclaw. From that moment on her parents stood a little taller when they claimed her as theirs and began to take some sort of interest in her once again which she welcomed though was hesitant to let herself become too reliant on their attention.

The rest of her time at Hogwarts was characterised by her unassuming way of going about her work, the hours that she used to have to spend in the library to keep up with her peers mostly going unnoticed. She kept herself under the radar - despite her parents urging to put herself out there more - but still managed to garner herself something of a reputation for being the best listener and shoulder cry on, always more than happy to be there for anyone who needed her. But as her final year approached, she found herself worrying about what she would do with her future. It wasn’t until she spent the Easter break working with her uncle as she had taken to doing since she was fourteen while her parents jetted off elsewhere, that an offer was made by him for her to come and work with him after she finished her studies. With that weight off her shoulders Isle was able to focus on her final year and achieve the grades that she wanted. The day after her last day she had little hesitation in going to see her great uncle and she’s been working there ever since with long says surrounded by wood and cores only broken up by the events her parents still urge her to go to unless one of her friends pulls her away to have some fun every once in a while.

CONNECTIONS:

Royalle – the other woman is a force to be reckoned with and Isle almost envies her that ease within herself but she’s never been one for negative feelings so instead all she has for the other woman is admiration and a sense of love. While Royalle seems to rely on her for support, Isle relies on her for company, though she’d never voice it out loud. There are days when she doesn’t know what she’d do without the other girl who helps her feel more at ease in her own skin and she’s always thankful that she chose her to be her friend.

Corban - his reputation means little to her when she’s always liked to make her own mind up about people and never judge until she knows them. Almost deaf to the rumours, Isle is instead draw to him for reasons she can’t explain. There’s more to him than meets the eye, of that much she’s certain, and it peaks her curiosity and empathy enough that she’s been unable to forget their interaction even if she’s far too hesitant to think of starting up a conversation again.

Garrick Ollivander - he’s the man who gave her a place to feel as though she had some sort of calling in life. Something useful and endlessly engrossing so that she could make peace with the idea that she was never going to follow in her parents’ footsteps. But she’s still able to stick to her family’s roots, just not with the inheritance most expected but it’s a chance she’ll always be grateful for.

♕ III: FREESTYLE ♕

I’ve created a mockblog here that has a few of these things on it as well as a few inspiration posts!

#accepted #isle ollivander

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