#TheRona

[caroldanversenthusiast]

waiting on the corner of needington and fifth🫠

[therona]

Hello! I'm Therona

Hello~ This is Therona or rather the account dedicated to Therona, a fantasy world and hopefully future story being worked on by me (@strawberryroomba). This is account is pretty much just so I can just scream about my OCs and Worldbuilding into the void, and whoever wants to see it, can.

Most posts on this account will pretty much just be text posts and lore about the world that I have. If anyone does end up seeing this, feel free to ask any questions that you may have, I feel like sharing things.

[velvet-apricots]

Preceptor Seluvis seems to have a vendetta against Gideon Ofnir. He targets people close to Gideon, people that were at one point very dear to him. Dolores was Gideon’s only friend/possibly lover. Nepheli is his daughter (I genuinely think at one point they were significantly closer but something changed on Gideon’s part)

However Its also possible that some of his other puppets were also tied to Gideon in someway. The perfumer and in the Omen Killer could’ve been people who worked with Gideon. Therona could’ve been Gideon’s finger maiden.

Idk who Jarwight was ngl. he’s an outlier. Maybe Seluvis just liked the novelty of having him in the collection. “Heehee hoohoo weird lil man for my creepy dungeon”

Anyway, with Gideon possibly being of Nox decent due to his eyes being similar, Seluvis using puppetry could also be a slap and Gideon’s face.

The Nox Twin Maiden puppets clearly indicate that they willingly drank the potion, signifying that it was probably ritualistic in someway. Forcing someone to drink the potion could just be a massive insult to the Nox culture. I’m not sure if he does this intentionally to try and anger Gideon or if it’s just something that came with the Carians misusing what they learned.

Of course, not all of his actions are centered around the guy. him wanting to turn Ranni into a puppet is just him being a fucking creep.

[insidi0summoved]

& therona mcashten. 〃 @huntrcsss

There was something always so delightful in seeing surprise coloring someone's expression when the witch was to suggest something that could have been deemed out of the ordinary.  " What ?  Not keen on finding out if it's a possibility that exist ? "  His tone light, the slightest hint of mirth laced in his questions.

A chuckle was soon to follow, and Nick found himself raising a brow of his own.  " Me ?  Even when you are the one who came up with the idea. "  A pause and a shrug was offered.  " I see how it is, but that's okay with me. "  His tone far too amused.  " Lets wake up some dead, perhaps they'll even enjoy it, after all it's been a while since I visited them. "

[hag-o-hags]

got my therona shot, FINALLY, after being stymied and waylaid SO. MANY. TIMES.

For the record, 1) this is the first one I've had since getting the plague. 2), boosters two and three were absolutely no big thing. But 3), the first shot left me in a feverish, sweating heap praying for a merciful death for the 12 sickest hours of my LIFE. Which leads me to 4), the flu shot absolutely kicked my ass this year in a way it never has before, and at 9 hours out from getting stabbed I think I should prepare my last will and testament.

So anyway I have an appointment with Rheumatology next week.

[theargoninja]

ART FIGHT 2024

Here's the entirety of Art Fight 2024. Didn't think I'd draw this much and probably won't in future art fights, but we'll see.

Characters and Owners include:

Sir Lime for Exoskellet Mori for PicoSheep Akris Spade for Pelinal Amelia for Rabbitlegs Mechzar for Wendiz Zoe for Nopercentmilk Orby for DaydreamingArtist Leone for Malusdraco Cherry Blossom for Mitchika Andrius for Adoren

Mora for TeaGhost Sona for Neriah Lani for Mothbunny Artemis for Pardo Sapphire for Simic Therona for ShadBad88 Tom for DaydreamingArtist Apple Halk for Halkheart Óttar for MajaDraws Immi for AdlerSchwarz

Knight Jorum for NateSuperFamous Maple for ShikiSketch The Mar Noche empatheticAmpersand Tres for bjc

[444names]

Names generated from Italian forenames and Greek islands, excluding the letter "U"

Achakros Aeggia Aenie Aenza Afiako Agianteros Aglimno Agriandra Agrifonisi Aindi Aitheri Alevyti Alori Altanisi Andes Andro Anisi Anisikoni Anissaros Anolza Anteramili Anteras Antia Antikono Antilakidi Antipsada Antisi Antita Apandioea Araso Areganti Armada Armochalli Aroinos Aronisili Arono Arsaros Askoni Asome Asorigelas Astrina Atallo Atecchaki Atroi Avathodos Avelino Avenza Avicia Avryoni...

Bagine Bagolo Barakolos Baravonto Berio Bisilia Bistallos Biton Boealos Boemisto Bolli Bolza Briganto Cafon Cagos Cagra Calio Callognos Calos Carimo Carra Casonysi Ceglia Cellia Cellos Cenos Cenza Cerisymnos Chachilos Chiesi Chila Chilios Chionia Chriakio Chrotivia Colia Comegana Comodos Comythia Credeste Creviti Dento Desci Dianissa Diceschisi Disientino Dones Donisi Drakinos Dravra Elenza Eloggia Ercollos Eseros Esetamos Faegavgos Faleiriza Faros Flegano Flonikale Folagiria Folfeta Folfettoni Fonia Fontza Forga Forna Freloni Galerano Gantonisti Ganza Gavala Gavgona Gavros Gelaxi Gelonis Genti Gentithra Ginistra Giochiza Giochoinos Giono Glios Graplolza Greno Griana Grisi Grothio Gyaiona Gyarenza Gylio Halasa Halia Halydos Hasora Herissos Hragos Hrakara Hteremici Hydranis Ikefolano Ikros Ikyro Imara Imilvana Imoliarda Itakittani Kakini Kakisto Kaleonysi Kalonisi Kalta Kammoni Kandi Kandros Kanos Kanti Karienisia Karkoneira Karno Karteria Kasklo Kastesena Kateros Kavana Kavicia Kavonis Kefaenza Kefaretsos Kefatipsa Kelino Kellegalki Kelos Kerace Kerison Kidica Klidia Klina Kolia Kolianto Konisi Kontolos Konzari Koplamos Korigna Krognoi Kyntos Kyrno Kyros Kythala Kythodos Kythos Kythra Kyttakyra Labrimadia Laiogia Landi Lavigno Lavrovi Laximiloni Lazandio Leccin Legamoli Legia Legno Lendi Lento Lenza Lertece Leses Letalia Letsos Lifonisi Liomo Madaso Mades Madesi Maios Makino Makioinisi Maklitros Makoniace Makra Manti Manysa Marakra Marapla Maravenis Marina Maros Marsa Maskaros Massalki Mastalos Mateloni Matersoi Mates Matharia Mathasses Matimnos Mavdos Mavelia Megalades Megampra Meglia Megna Megno Mescampoli Mezia Mikyros Minies Ministento Modes Modos Molida Monavas Monisia Moros Motikros Mykonisi Mythri Mythrinoa Nalina Nerga Nesta Omada Omone Omytha Oterra Otischia Oxeissos Palaza Pales Palio Palos Paltandos Pandronali Papla Paredeses Paterifon Paterra Pathakra Patikida Patine Paxima Paximorisi Paxos Pergoli Peria Perigno Perinaxos Peropeza Peros Pescatano Pescin Petalevyti Petso Pettoinisa Pides Piesca Pissaresa Pitossa Pomonisos Ponespes Ponianissa Ponisto Ponos Porago Porifona Pothrakiso Potithodi Pozzo Prafoni Pragri Prakorpia Pranisi Prantia Proko Pronisi Psada Psalos Psaminos Psaros Psarteri Psasi Pserasa Psiaeiros Psikati Psylimo Psyrno Psyros Ragontitra Rakines Redesani Redos Regainos Regavatia Reggia Reisidia Relara Relencegno Rezianza Rhachia Rhino Romezia Rovisi Sacas Sachio Sadelli Sades Salkis Salkona Sanissani Sapla Sathiloro Scara Scatherra Sceggyaio Scela Schalafra Schinisi Schisi Sidilia Sikos Skada Skakamo Skala Skalati Skani Skarissano Sklefoklos Skleggia Sklia Skyntosa Skytherio Skythnos Sondrona Speti Sphaliesi Spidio Sponzia Stessa Stornanisi Strano Strephanos Stros Symanos Syrathonto Syria Syromegio Sytis Telos Tentzo Thace Tharana Thatera Therona Theros Theto Thnos Thonimioea Thria Thydra Tikopomfon Tipse Tretecci Treteccia Troggisi Tronikos Tsona Valatika Valydole Vandios Vandra Vandri Varonissa Varos Vatenzak Vathacteno Velloniste Velos Venos Venza Vicallia Vicatisos Vides Vitenos Vithos Vitola Vitos Vitta Vrastosa Vronisilos Vryoni Zakrosaros

[leauxness]

What I said about #TheRona. 🥺👧🏿🧑🏿‍🦱👧🏾🧑🏾‍🦱👧🏽🧑🏽‍🦱🥺

[huntrcsss]

She almost expects to hear more about whoever the pictured blonde was, the title only seeming to grant her pause ebfore her nose scrunches. The Eradicator. . . not anyone she's ever heard of in her travels before, and if he was some other supernatural being - he's not one she's heard through the grapevine of hunters.

Hands shift to grasp at the attire she adorns, slowly coming to a cross at her chest as she makes her way out of the strange office. ". . .that's such a stupid-ass name. . . and i promise i didn't touch or disturb anything. . ." she might have become some werewolf, but still the same Therona McAshten

“… The Eradicator.”

There’s the distinct way his voice trembles with a thinly veiled anger, though this time it wasn’t directed at her. At least, anyways, Manny seemed a bit too caught up in his own haze to barely remember that Theo was even there in the first place. Trying to focus, calm, count to ten and repeat…

He shook his head as his brain moved on autopilot. Check the piles of boxes, check the file cabinets, just some Perfectly Normal rituals going on here. “Go outside. This is my problem.”

[pugsandfrenchbulldogs]

[therona]

Therona Ask Me Something

Hello! I don't know if anyone will see this, but this blog is dedicated to a little worldbuilding project of mine I call Therona. This blog is meant to sort of let myself scream into the void about it, but if anyone wants to indulge me and ask questions about Therona, my ask box is always open I think. I'd also just like to answer questions about my world, it's quite fun!

[velvet-apricots]

1 and 8 for Elden Ring!

1: A character everyone gets wrong

In order to not go down the holes i have gone through before, lets talk about someone I don't talk about a lot. Fia!

Fia is 100% a kind woman. Is she 100% morally correct? No, but she is kind. She saw Those who Live in Death and how they, like her, were persecuted and so she embraced them. She gave them a voice when they had none. They are alive. Perhaps not sapient, but they ARE sentient and don't deserve to be exterminated like vermin. Proof of this is how Godwyn's body will literally defend her if you attack her. Also? it WAS his body protecting her. Like it literally comes from his corpse. How is it NOT his body?

People call her a liar, and yet she tells the player straight up that in being held she will take some of their vigor and in exchange give them a blessing. She might not say what that vigor is for outright, but given her dialogue its kinda hinted that she intends to revive someone, as she is very open about what her job was as a deathbed companion.

Is it fucked she kills D? yeah, but tons of NPCs kill one another. It's a Fromsoft game. No one is 100% Good (save for boc). Fia had to get back what was stolen from Godwyn to help him. So she took it back.

Oh and she doesn't want the zombie apocalypse. Stop sucking up everything D says as fact. The dude is obsessed with an religion that has a habit of persecuting anyone who is different. Even short people. His words on the matter are HEAVILY biased and should not be taken as gospel.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Again not to bash a horse I have bashed a dozen times before (*cough*gideon*cough*) lets try and find something different to talk about.

I would not say this is common, at least not in active fandom spaces, but for the casual fan who consumes lore videos and takes them as fact it is pretty common. And it is the opinion that Seluvis is Pidia's puppet.

No. Seluvis is his own, horrible person and he relishes in his depravity. He is not a puppet to anyone or anything. Literally nothing about Seluvis matches any kind of puppet we ever see. They all are utterly silent and are only capable of basic tasks such as Therona healing us at the festival.

Why does he pose like a puppet when he's dead and why are we still able to buy shit from his body? Cause someone turned him into a puppet. I like to headcanon it was Gideon feeding Seluvis his own potion, or that it was Ranni doing the same as she found out what he wanted to do to her.

[huntrcsss]

Grip tightens at the kick to the side of the crate, not rising just yet when the top finally opens and she spots the kit being displayed. Considering he could have simply let those officers know where she was, or gave her up to them so easily. . .It won’t be solid trust, but something least temporary considering her current predicament. Arm loosens from around Abraham, the daemon shifting to rest atop her knee where his head peaks out first, dark gaze flickering between the aeronaut and his hare daemon. 

They don’t seem like they want to hurt us, Therona.

Yea, you said that about the guy that shot us earlier.

Just trust me - i wouldn’t let them hurt you.

After a moment does she shift, pocketing the colt and using her good arm to grip at the edge of the crate, slowly and carefully rising herself until she’s mostly revealed. 

“Thank you, sir.”

“Yea, what he said.” Another pause, seeming to just barely remember manners as hand now shifts over her shoulder, resting with some light pressure over where crimson has stained her attire.

when he saw the woman running, he was tempted to say something, but thought better of it. women that small don't just hide in a stranger's things unless they're desperate, so he simply pretends she's not there as a cluster of cops sprint through the loading bay. they told him they were looking for a girl, he'd told them " ain't we all? " and they left.

well, most of them. a few stood by, waiting to see if she'd materialize. trusting cops less than he trusts a random stranger, lee continued with his work, eventually rising into the air. he figures can drop her off later.

it was hester who first noticed the blood on the deck of the small craft.

" lee. " she'd flicked her ear at the droplets that lead to the crate their guest was in.

" well, that ain't good, " he mutters, beginning to root around for his first aid kit, " lets hope she's at least a lil' friendly. don' wanna get shot. "

cautiously, he approaches the crate, giving the side a small kick to open it. standing off to the side, he holds the kit in front of the now open crate, himself out of sight.

" don' have a white flag to raise, so consider this a peace offerin'. "

[eric-sadahire]

When you think you got the rona because you food tastes like drywall, but then you remember you’re just in England.

[poetrythreesixfive]

The Rona

Once upon a long year dreary, as I pondered weak and weary

over many a curiously crazy story of political lore

about the insanely fraudulent scheming, it felt like I was dreaming

that some crooked, reality show con-artist boor

had become the president of this American shore—

           it had to be a dream, and nothing more.

Ah, unwitting and unwary, I remember it was February

and the freezing snows had not yet melted outdoors

when in quiet winter stillness we first heard of some strange illness,

some new viral illness spreading on a distant shore,

a novel corona virus infecting the distant Chinese shore—    

           and certainly not here, forevermore.

And the crazy quick outrageous spread of the disease contagious

thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before,

so that now, to still the racing of my mind I began pacing,

wondering if this foreign agent would come knocking on my door,

if this deadly, infectious agent would slither underneath my door—

           and kill us all, and nothing more.

Not to mention, conclusions foregone, in the white house sat a moron,

(and if you are a Republican, your forgiveness I implore)

but intellectually, he was napping; and his hair was always flapping,

flapping in the wind that emitted from his mouth forevermore,

ignoring figures, facts and reality itself forevermore—

           this is the truth, and nothing more.

Deep into this quandary peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing,

doubting that this administration full of idiots galore

could possibly save us in case of crisis, from terrorists like ISIS

let alone a pandemic that threatened to spread to our shore,

for anything resembling reality they tended to ignore—

           yet their loyal base continued to adore.

Back into my chamber turning, my feverish forehead burning,

little did I know the Rona had already crossed my door,

had entered our unwary nation by the thousands on vacation

flying into airports and entering unscreened by scores,

pouring into the population, spreading the virus galore—

           unscathed we were, nevermore.          

Open here I flung the shutter to get some air and loudly utter,

“What did you expect from a man who is a cretin at his core?”

who had left us drained and weary with his nutty conspiracy theories

of how the virus was a Chinese hoax and nothing more,

or a plan by democrats to make him look bad, or so he swore—

           and dismissed it all, forevermore.

But the Rona stepped in anyway, ignoring him, and was here to stay,

for the cretin’s cartoonish, buffoonish tweets little relevancy bore,

for we cannot help agreeing, no living, stable, thinking being

ever saw a president quite so petty at his rotten core,

so pompous and tyrannical at his obviously shallow core—

           who refused the truth forevermore.

And the Rona spread, beguiling all the victims who weren’t smiling,

circulating from mouth to mouth with every sniff and cough and snore,

and not the least exception made he, not a minute stopped or stayed he

but infected every lad and lady from Atlantic to Pacific shore,

and perched above the busts of Washington and Lincoln and more—

           and conquered America forevermore.

Much I marveled at this insanely infectious bug that so plainly

cared not for political party, creed, class, race, location, or

whether or not you believe it existed, or how much you resisted,

a ghastly, grim, and virulent Rona from a distant Asian shore,

who could be stopped by simply wearing a mask inside the store—

           but some would not forevermore.

So the scientists spread the word, and every rational person heard

that if you simply kept your distance and wore mask in the store

and every time you encountered folks, for this virus was no joke,

we could stamp it out like other plagues that had come before,

stop its communal spread within weeks and shut the door—

           but some would not listen forevermore.

Startled by the ignorance broken by advice so aptly spoken

some idiots instead listened to their witless leader they adored,

attending maskless parties and rallies, and no one keeping tallies

of who was infecting whom, spreading the Rona around galore,

and hundreds of thousands perished from shore to anguished shore—

           and the Rona continued forevermore.

And then it started spreading faster, and unmerciful disaster

dispersed across the entire land to nearly every single door,

until the hospitals were flooded, yet the Rona, so cold-blooded,

continued its march unimpeded like an invading force at war,

until one day there appeared a vaccine for which we did implore—

           and the Rona was invincible nevermore.

Then, methought, the air grew lighter, for the vaccine was a fighter

ready to knock out the Rona and kick its ass across the floor,

Savior! I cried, hope has lent thee, by science God has sent thee

to save us from the relentless Rona that had conquered our shores,

but whose virulent ass the vaccine would kick out the door—

           and eradicate forevermore.

Be that word our sign of parting, viral fiend! I screamed upstarting,

get thee back to thy dark, infectious hell-spawn shore,

leave no spore as a token of all the lives you have broken,

leave us alone and never again knock upon our nation’s door,

take your wheezing, feverish hands off our folks and find the door,

           and get thee gone forevermore.

But the Rona, never quitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

on the minds and memories of all those affected from before,

and that time has all the seeming of a nightmare we were dreaming

and the aftereffect will forever throw its shadow on the floor,

and the soul of our nation from out that shadow

           shall be lifted nevermore.

                          -G.J. Filip, 12/2020

                           2020 was the 175th anniversary of Poe’s ‘The Raven’

[ashymcgee]

What ever you are hearing in the media isn't true. . It is extremely peaceful. There is a lot of graffiti but that is only within the Chaz. . Other than that, everyone is calm. No broken glass. The park has been converted to a tent town where those who have time sleep in the Chaz. . It is extremely organized with medics, volunteers, donation stations and clean up crews. There are gardens. There are vendors selling food and other items. There are corners where you can eat for free. . In contrast, because I'm about balance, the cops were peaceful despite the growing crowd of protesters 'oinking' and screaming 'pig'. There also were some very entitled protesters who felt like their whiteness should allow them to take over speeches and demand praise for their time. . I call them 'Hippy Hanks' and 'Hippy Hillaries'. My dreadlocks was a beacon for them and the followed me around, trying to get me to go do whatever public facing task would give them 'color cred'. Obvious, I did not, but it did sadden me that white privilege couldn't take a back seat. Not even in The Chaz. . One of the humorous moments was seeing quarantined tech bros walking their dogs and trying to pick up Protestor chicks. Yes. It was like Grub Hub for Hoes. If she was wearing Burning Man jeggings and had green hair, you saw the Tech Bros introducing their golden retriever to them. . All in all, it was an interesting experience. It was cool to see the white people who did not want praise spouting off history and rattling off police brutality statistics. . It was cool to see people cleaning up after themselves and policing themselves. Note: You can be kicked out of The Chaz if you're an asshole. . I can see why Trump is terrified. If this is what happens when people govern, feed and care for themselves, then what do we need him, or the police, for? . #coronavirus #therona #quarantinebae #stayathome #covid19 #seattle #blackgirlmagic #chaz #capitolhill #blm #georgefloyd #spd (at CHAZ) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBTtpV8Diqa/?igshid=1ndet8q64skg2