#Thesa

[the-demon-cycle]

[mangorumpuscandyfactory]

Junelezen 28-Family

Family wasn't defined by who birthed him. Family was not cold-eyes and absent warmth, by blithe profiteers off of of a young child's indignity and shame. Family wasn't the ones who had shown him that the only thing in life worth relying on was oneself.

They had found him a dead man on the other side of the world, and placed themself between him and a sure end. They were the ones who had welcomed him even has he healed from wounds that would never truly mend. Family was here, now. And never had it felt realer than this.

(Credit to @venusbeautyshock again for the wonderful work getting all our characters together!)

[sihdiel]

sihd/o

[kennamchugh]

"Wildfire: The Legend of the Cherokee Ghost Horse" Based on a Hit Song

The # 1 worldwide hit song by Michael Martin Murphey inspired Wildfire. It’s that tale of the Cherokee ghost horse and a young girl coming to terms with a guilty conscience. Directed by Eric Parkinson, Wildfire tells a story of redemption and forgiveness as a young girl deals with her guilt following the tragic death of her parents. With the family facing financial ruin, the survivors move from…

[hamatoredraphael]

Sol: I have maximum care for you as well. I unfortunately can't guarantee my safety. I will miss you, and please tell Lee and Tello that I will miss them as well.

// @askrisedonnie THE "I LOVE YOU LITTLE BRO" MADE ME TEAR UP SO I HOPE YOU KNOW SOL IS HARDCORE SOBBING OBER THAT//

Raphela: i will

Raphela: plerse be careful

Raphela: please

Raphela: even if you camt promise me youll bre safe

Raphela: promuse me youll be careful.

[ibenews]

Singer berdarah Manado, Adeline Thesa rilis single ke-2 berjudul “Over You”

Singer berdarah Manado, Adeline Thesa rilis single ke-2 berjudul “Over You”

iBenews.id – Adeline Thesa adalah seorang singer-songwriter Indonesia yang berdarah Manado, Sulawesi Utara. Lahir pada 7 November 1998 di Tangerang, Adeline memulai karir bernyanyi sejak umur 6 tahun dengan mencoba mengikuti berbagai ajang mulai dari ajang-ajang kecil sampai nasional dan pada akhirnya dapat mewujudkan cita-cita berkiprah pada ajang Internasional mewakili Indonesia dan Asia di…

[jagalart]

❤️ Valentine comm for Thesa and Ma'ara <3 Thank you again!

[ailishmaurafiction]

Indebted to the very demoness she was sent to kill, Thesa questions everything she’s ever known, bonds with the sexy [High Devil] Merijest, and practices her interpersonal skills. Can she help Merijest rebuild her army before it's too late?

Includes:

Slow-ish burn lesbian romance

[System]-lite LitRPG about two characters accustomed to life in a video-gamey world

Steamy tension

A reverse dungeon-crawl from the bottom of a kaiju-sized mimic

An ex-Paladin trying her best not to stare at a casually nude demoness

Weird monsters from the mind of a maniac author with art and simplified bestiary-like entries sprinkled in

Religious trauma. This one is especially going to appeal to the Catholic and Ex-Catholic girlies out there. Nobody does angst like we do, babey! (Nothing inside is strictly allegorical of any religion, but the sensibilities are definitely informed by a Catholic milieu.)

Updates Tuesdays at 11:00am PDT

Chapters hover around 1-2k words each

Cover and monster art by botjira

READ IT HERE

[plantiszour]

Date Night 💓

Mai and Malcolm took the time and went on a date at the club in Willow Creek their Hometown. They fall for eachother everyday more. I'm jealous...

(Thesa baby stayed home with Granny ;p)

[alackofghosts]

got tagged by tumblr user @fourteenthz (loved reading about thesa, by the way <3)! thank you very much!

— B A S I C S

name: lil guy i'm very shy, don't worry about it

nicknames: none based on his name, as it's quite short already, but will also respond to a fond and/or slightly exasperated "hero"

age: 33 as of 6.55

nameday: 27th sun of the 4th umbral moon

race: rava viera

gender: cis man

orientation: gay

profession: adventurer

— P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C T

hair: black, naturally wavy, very thick and soft

eyes: dark brown

skin: warm brown, freckles easily, especially his face

tattoos: none

scars: burn scar on his left shoulder from his fight with ifrit, another burn on his right thigh from nidhogg. a few other scrapes here and there. notable lack of any significant scarring from shb and beyond, because that's how i see astrologian healing working - he feels particularly strange about not having a scar from his fight with zenos in endwalker

— F A M I L Y

parents: he has not been back to his home village, for obvious reasons, so doesn't know - but assumes - his mother is still alive and well; never met his biological dad. but because he showed signs of. however the viera would call/conceptualise the inner beast, one of the women called in a favour with a wood warder who was also a warrior, to take him under his wing to train. said wood warder, however, was wholly at a loss what to do with a child, having never taken in a ward before and decided to seek out an old friend, who had since left the forest. ...long story short, he ends up being raised by an all-viera dalmascan resistance cell, who end up packing up and leaving with him in tow after almost being rooted out by garlean forces. he views most of them as Parental Figures and loves them dearly, even if some of them have scattered into the winds after he left to become an adventurer

siblings: he isn't aware of any biological siblings, but the village took a very communal approach to raising kids, so at the time he definitely felt like the other kids were his siblings, regardless of any blood relations. one of the men in the resistance cell was a 'mere' 30 or so years older than him, so he also counts more as a sibling than anything else in his eyes

grandparents: he has definitely met his maternal grandmother, but as with his mother, he's not been back home and doesn't know if she is still alive (but in all likelihood: yes)

in laws and other: THE TWINS. putting an exact name to what alisaie and alphinaud mean to him would honestly not be Good or Close Enough, but they are absolutely like family to him and a reason to keep on going. he also has a very sibling-like relationship with lyse, who is always ready and willing to match his energy, tag along for workouts and tease the hell out of him

pets: he befriends an amaro hatchling at the crystarium during shadowbringers and during a later visit, her handler notes that she's been looking glum without him around. he loves animals, but his living situation has been far too chaotic after becoming an adventurer to accommodate an animal (that isn't his chocobo, who, at least, is much easier to house) and hasn't felt particularly inclined to change that. but after endwalker, he finds himself actually wanting to change that and has the time to do it... so, with a little bit of help from feo ul, he has a little amaro friend with him now

— S K I L L S

abilities: war + drk + pld and all that that entails. skilled and formidable fighter, good at navigating/strategising through a fight on the fly, quick study (as far as fighting is concerned, anyway)

hobbies: working out (especially running and swimming), hiking, he's been learning to enjoy fishing after endwalker

— T R A I T S

most positive traits: protective, caring, insatiable lust for life

most negative traits: too willing to let other people do the talking for him, impulsive, stubborn

— L I K E S

colours: warm red, gold, the bright green of sunlight filtering through leaves

smells: fresh earth, cinnamon, a meadow in early summer, the savoury smell of the stew one of his dads used to make

textures: soft grass under bare feet, tree bark, skin on skin, the scratch of ardbert's beard

drinks: water, pineapple juice, lemonade

— O T H E R    D E T A I L S

smokes: no

drinks: only socially, and even then it's fairly rare. he did drink a little more often as a baby adventurer, mostly because he simply had more opportunities to do so: mingling was useful and it wasn't uncommon to have a rowdy bar night to celebrate a job well done. he is a bit of a lightweight and tends to withdraw when tipsy/drunk, so he actually has more fun when sober

drugs: also no (unless we're counting medicine for this. he won't be refusing painkillers if he's in pain etc.)

mount issuance: his beloved chocobo, who he dotes on very much, especially because it was something of a dream to have when he was just a baby adventurer - he could not have afforded to buy or maintain one at the time

been arrested: he's got in trouble for those rowdy bar nights - he's not the type to start a fight, but if someone were to pick a fight with him or his friends, by gods, he will be finishing it. no serious jail time, more like being hauled off with everyone else involved to sober up until morning, though

[clarisinne]

the latest comic epispde: in which harvey sees cringefail do one (1) competence and immediately has self-combusts

lord i love thesa two idiots with all my heart

hjgnvfdm all greasy and rough....... knowing her way around a motor like ooooof girl changed the TIRES!! Harvey swoons

[kellerankept]

Day 19: Food

It wasn’t as often these days that the Free Company had the time for meet ups, and that made meals like these especially important. Even less times to meet up with family.

So when there was a chance to do both and a dinner to boot? The Ul’dahnians would have adored a two for one deal.

Credit to @venusbeautyshock for my FAVORITE shot of the year! Through her magic power, we managed to get every Oc in Ael’s current story all in one place!

From left to right, we have

Temlum Bayquad, retired dominatrix, red mage and Ael’s not-Mom, @venusbeautyshock ‘s character! A certain Doman heir to the throne and his appreciation for Xaela culture has caught her eye…

Kristoff Rockwell, @brokenpocketwatch ‘s good gunbreaking boy and local Lominsan Melwyb/Runar simp

Rhan Kelleran, in the back being the moody stalker-now-adopted-brother a la a stray cat and Ael’s rival for title of Best Brother. Paired duo with Vern.

Thesa Kelleran, adopted sister, battle dancer and technically the reason why Ael’s alive to tell his tale at all. Starting to dance more and more often for a foppy little Ishgardian fellow with a penchant for ballroom dance…

Vern Stinar, back in the back with Rhan, one of the bow hunters who found Aelaeis and the best (if strictest) older sister a group could unofficially adopt. Paired duo with Rhan (and third wheel Rusk).

Samina Olson, a high level Scholar, daughter of a Pirate Queen, and powerhouse who is nearly mythical in the guild itself.

R’hixa Grimm, an accomplished bard and Fangs Brightclaw’s sister, joint paramour to a certain stinky dragoon and de-crystalized kitty.

Fangs Brightclaw, a white mage (by doctor’s orders) and accomplished Ul’dahnian Trading Board mogul whose guild, Triad, accepted Aelaeis and his crew with open arms. Has the ear—and the hand—of a certain beautiful blue Elezen man.

Rusk Atoel, a gadfly and huntress who was among the hunting party to first find Ael all that time ago, funny girl to Vern’s straight man. 🏳️‍⚧️

T’ahlin Ven, another adopted sibling who shares in Aelaeis’ past—and his lack of memory about that past. A Dark Knight with a HORRID sense of direction and a sweet spot for a certain dashing rogue-turned-DILF.

This is Triad, Ael’s Free Company and family. And he wouldn’t trade them for the world.

[lancedoncrimsonwings]

Augusnippets Day 18

Path of Whumperless Whump + Comfort Prompt; "Infection" + "Singing" + "Feverish Caretaking" Part 3

Day 18 of @augusnippets August 2024 Whump writing challenge! (Augusnippets Masterlist)

Characters;

- POV/Caretaker: Gawain - The Green Knight

- Lancelot - The Weeping Monk

(Character Masterlist)

(Ao3 Link)

Wordcount; 752

TWs; feverish caretaking, infection, fever.

Continuation of Day 5 & Day 9

Gawain hummed softly as he tied off the last bandage across Lancelot's back, the source of his fever evident from the troublesome infection raging within several of the lashings there. For the last three days, Lancelot had lain here, battling, Gawain ever at his side.

The fever had yet to break, but Gawain knew it in his heart that it must soon; either Lancelot would succumb to this infection or he would defeat it, and the precipice of which would win out was fast approaching. Lancelot's body shuddered and quaked, the heat pouring off of him had long since caused Gawain to shed his tunic down to his undershirt and even then he still sweat profusely- though not nearly as much as Lancelot, who's drenched skin glinted in the candlelight.

"Come on, Ashman. Are you going to let a little fever beat you?"

Lancelot had fought far worse than this. And yet... Gawain couldn't help the fear that he'd been sick too long now, that it wasn't getting better. The lingering scent of sickness had grown more sinister as of the past day, now more akin to the scent of death, clinging to Lancelot like a malevolent cloud.

"I remember when Nimue was but a young girl," Gawain began, soaking the cloth again and perching on the bed next to him. "She had a fever for three days. 'Twas not long before I left Dewdenn, but I remember how she shook."

Lancelot trembled beneath his touch.

"Lenore would sing to Nimue, you know, as she slept," Gawain wiped Lancelot's brow, watching his heartbeat as it pounded furiously in his neck which alongside his ever laboured breathing had done naught but worsen over time.

"Told me that was a part of the healing, these songs. Lenore taught me them, though I suppose I've never had cause to try before..."

Gawain took a deep breath, willing the Fingers of Airimid to rise to the surface. They came willingly, swarming beneath his skin like they could feel what he was about to do. Carefully, Gawain splayed his hands over Lancelot's chest and shoulder, watching as a vine seemed to creep into Lancelot's skin, a golden leaf shimmering up over the Ashman's collarbone.

"Gang ût, nesso," The words were like invoking a distant memory as he closed his eyes and began to sing. "mid nigun nessiklînon..."

He could feel it like a steady drain of his own strength as the spell began to form. Undeterred, he sung;

"Gang ût, nesso, mid nigun nessiklînon,

Ût fana themo margę an that bên,

Fan themo bêne an that flêsg,

Ût fan themo flêsgke an thia hûd,

Ût fan thera hud an thesa strâla...

...Drohtin, uuerthe sô!"

Again did he sing the verses, over and over, until dawn had begun to break on what was now the start of the fourth day.

"Arawn uuerthe sô." Gawain whispered, falling silent, feeling the fingers of Airimid recede as they settled down once more beneath his skin. He opened his eyes to a wave of exhaustion that washed over him, quite remarkably tired now.

With a glance at Lancelot he could see those harsh lines of discomfort had faded away, his breathing was deep and calm, the vein still throbbed in his neck but his heartbeat had slowed too, strong and steady it beat.

It took Gawain a solid moment to realise what else had changed.

No longer did waves of heat radiate from the Ashman, like the rest of him, it had soothed.

His fever had finally broken.

"Thank Arawn..." Gawain whispered, half to himself, daring to try to stand from the bed now and finding his legs had turned to jelly as he quickly thumped back down into his chair.

"g-Gawain?"

Lancelot's voice was weary and hoarse, and his eyes were bloodshot as he blinked blearily up at him.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Gawain hummed, with an affectionate smile. "Did you have a nice nap?"

Lancelot grimaced, wiping his hand over his face and raising a wry eyebrow towards him.

"...no. No, I did not," came the fairly understandable reply.

"How are you feeling?" Gawain grabbed his own waterskin from the side, passing it over to the Ashman, who was attempting to sit up, Gawain aided him with a steadying hand on his shoulder.

"Ugh... Like I pissed off Goliath... and he stomped all over me." Lancelot replied, accepting the water with a grateful smile. He took a deep swig, throat bobbing as he swallowed.

"So, better, then?"

Lancelot chuckled lightly.

"A little."

I sorta ran out of time to edit this one down any further, whoops. What started off this morning as a 75 word idea spiralled quickly...

The song Gawain sings is called "Nesso" by Heilung;

The lyrics are taken from the words of an ancient healing spell from early Medieval Europe that was preserved by the clerics of the Church in a passage called "Contra Vermes" from the 9th Century! The spell itself was originally to draw sickness from a horse, but works well enough for this. Translation as follows;

"Go out worm, with your nine little ones, out from the marrow to the bone, from the bone to the flesh, out from the flesh to the skin, out from the skin (in)to this arrow, Lord make it so" and I added "Arawn make it so" after the Fey Deity Arawn. Thought I'd throw in a little nod back to Gawain and Nimue's relationship in the book and a few moments from the series into this one! Thanks for reading, onto the next!.

[enkisstories]

Anakin will be fine!!!

A Star Wars drabble (~1100 words)

(You'll see why this is tagged "sequel trilogy" instead of "prequels" towards the last 200 words.)

The planet Tatooine, and there a junk dealer’s workshop.

A die tumbled over an improvised table, with four sentients - two humans, a gungan and a toydarian - watching it as intensely as owls ready to swoop in for the kill. For a moment it looked as if the die would stop displaying one of the five red faces, but then, almost as if reacting to a nudge by an invisible force, it tilted and came to land with the blue side up.

“Well, that settles this”, Qui Gon Jinn stated into the toydarian’s direction. “Hand over the kid and you’ll have seen the last of us.”

And while the workshop owner still grumbled, Qui Gon’s padawan already flashed one of a trio of children a wide smile and called out to him:

“Anakin, come here!”

“Huh?” Qui Gon turned around, clearly irritated. “Whoever said we’d take Anakin? I was talking… whatever his name was again. Kitten or something.”

Obi-wan furrowed his brows.

“Enlighten me regarding the wisdom of your decision, master?”

The sarcasm was dripping from Obi-wan’s mouth so intensely that for a moment Qui Gon could see the drops in front of his inner eye. With a sneer the older man replied that his student wasn’t ready for wisdom yet, when he failed at common sense already.

“There is no sense here, neither common nor noble nor anything in between… master”, the padawan insisted. “The plan was to free the little force sensitive from slavery. Now you say the plan has changed. Will you change it any further? Should I start to pray, maybe?”

“Depends. Are you going to talk back to me habitually? Then, yes.”

“But Anakin…”

Qui Gon inhaled sharply and then shouted on top of his lungs: “The brat will be fine!!!”

Now the third group member, the Gungan, turned his head.

“But Master Qui-Gon…!”

Qui Gon didn’t take his gaze off Obi-wan, acting as if breaking eye contact would constitute defeat.

“Look, for Jar Jar’s benefit I’m going into detail. Maybe dumbing the issue down to swamp-frog level will help you understand it.”

“Ribbit”, Jar Jar uttered, well aware that he shouldn’t find this as funny as he did.

“Anakin is super-gifted. At his age he is already an experienced mechanic and additionally can call upon the force”, Qui Gon Jinn recapped what they all knew. “He is therefore a valuable asset to his present and future owners, they will protect their investment. And even if things don’t work out so well, he can react to danger before it even occurs. As I said, Anakin will be fine. Kitten to the contrary is a run of the mill kid, the dime of the dozen. He has nothing going for him. As such he'll get used and discarded, maybe before he reaches adulthood. As the representatives of justice in the galaxy we’re obligated to take Ki…”

Qui Gon stretched out his hand. He moved his fingers as if to tickle the air and promptly a translucent datapad manifested in front of the man. After swiping twice, the Jedi master nodded and finished his sentence with “Kitster” before dismissing the datapad with a flick of his fingers.

“Kitster is the one in need of protection and guidance. Not Anakin.”

“This nosa how thesa game is played…” Jar Jar said.

“But that’s exactly how it is played!” Qui Gon insisted. “If you wanted a tactical challenge, we wouldn’t have to wear those helmets. We could sit around a Dejarik table right now. This game is about making decisions and dealing with the consequences.” With a side glance to his padawan, Qui Gon added: “Like the adults some of us pretend they are.”

Again Jar Jar spoke up: “Look, mesa is aware that some personal issues of yousa play into…”

The remark only served to make the Jedi master snap at him: “Leave my “personal issues” out, I’m warning you! Mouthy padawan gets a facefull of lightsaber now!”

Reaching for his lightsaber and turning to face the Jedi learner was the same movement.

“Or he can still back down. His choice.”

“The hell I will! Back OUT, more like it! You’re stir crazy, man!”

And with these words, Obi-wan Kenobi vanished from the scene.

Jar Jar shrugged in a “yousa should have seen this coming” manner.

Meanwhile Padme, the handmaiden, who had dozed through the negotiation, pushed herself up a little using her elbows. Still lying on the sand, she asked: “Are you done? Can we switch to a combat scene next?”

“Pfft”, Jar Jar spat. “Lord Overemotional here already turned the negotiation into one.”

“I’m don’t tolerate getting talked back”, Qui Gon hissed.

He blushed when he realized that his grammar made no sense, but Jar Jar had already picked up on it and grinned.

“Oh stuff a sock in it!” Qui Gon grumbled.

He raised his hands as if pull off an invisible helmet…

…and the next moment stood in the Steadfast’s officers’ gym, wearing a powder blue jumpsuit and holding a VR helmet in his hands. The face underneath that helmet turned out to be pale and crowned by a neatly coifed orange thatch. It wasn’t the face General Domaric Quinn – or “Jar Jar Binks” - had expected to see.

“Wait, what, YOU played Qui Gon Jinn?” he sputtered.

“Yes, of course. Between Ren and myself I’m the ol…”, General Hux started in irritation, then caught himself. “Wait, you didn’t know?”

“No!”

“And couldn’t tell either?”

“I saw one player getting carried away by their emotions and assumed that was Lord Ren.”

“Ah. Of course.” Hux nodded. “A reasonable presumption. Speaking off, where’s Ren gotten off to?”

“Where-ever we’ll find the boarding demolished by a lightsaber, that’s where Lord Ren will have passed by”, the third person in the room, Chief intelligence officer Tishra Kandia, stated.

Kandia had played the handmaiden, but had really been in the simulation to analyze the game that was becoming so popular in the New Republic firsthand.

“He’s going to put the damage on my tab”, Hux growled, but General Quinn shook his head.

“I wouldn’t be so certain. Ren seems to have passed you over to Pryde. I’m his primary red cloth nowadays.”

Hux’ fingers bore into the VR helmet, until he felt uncomfortably like Kylo Ren just for holding a helmet.

“The Sith filth thinks they can run the show, but it is ME who grew up with the First Order, who carried it and who will… Ah, forget it.”

Realizing that he was still had the prop that the system would recognize as a lightsaber inside the gameworld slung around his wrist, Hux put the helmet on a shelf and then removed the sling.

“The bringers of order and civilization”, he mused while putting the toy lightsaber away, too. “I’d have to lie would I claim that I didn’t identify with this role. But I see now why this game is outlawed in the First Order. It leads to all kinds of… disorder of the mind. Dejarik again next time!”

[shay-the-maker]

Miak and Thesa

Two characters for one of my stories (tentatively titled) "Demon Eye." Miak summons ghostly cats while Thesa controls the element of fire.

[owl-writing]

As each generation of divinity passes and is brought up, they become closer to things important to the mortal races.

All divine races are associated with a number of the four elements. Generally speaking, primordials are associated with all four, titans with three, gods with two, and the demigods and daimones with one each.

These races do not have any form of gender binary. They often choose to present themselves in whatever gender may allow them to work most seamlessly among the mortal races.

Primordials will always give birth to titans, titans to gods, gods to demigods and daimones, and demigods to mortal heroes. Daimones are unable to have children.

PRIMORDIALS [generation one]

The primordials often rule vast concepts and geographical features. They are notoriously distant from mortal races.

Deses: day, light, the sun, life

Drakhaos: chaos, discord, strife, madness

Ekaus: night, darkness, the first moon, death

Eonekho: time, aging, youth

Eusthike: the wilderness, forests, travel, protection of cities

Kato: ocean, sea, natural disasters, weather

Rergas: mountains, volcanoes, destruction

Thesas (the first leader, usurped by Oumes): childbirth, procreation, fertility

TITANS [generation two]

The titans are a step closer to representing things that are important to mortals. They are the first generation to have temples and ceremonies in their honor, but are still seen as fairly distant.

Aimphekia: agriculture, food, fertility – air, earth, fire

Draeus: home, hearth, hospitality, pottery, weaving, sculpture – earth, fire, water

Eioboston: divine law, protection of adults – air, fire, water

Gon: the dead, destiny, fate – air, earth, water

Keonaeus: prophecy, divination, future, past, present – air, fire, water

Kheurges: strategy, war, intelligence, wisdom – air, earth, fire

Laos: the sky, astronomy, astrology, the stars – air, earth, water

Oumes (the second leader, overthrown by Ria): war, criminal behavior – earth, fire, water

GODS [generation three]

The gods are much closer to the mortal races than the generations before them. The gods even walk among the mortal races, sometimes laying with them to create powerful demigods or daimones.

The gods do not have children with each other, seeing their fellow gods as siblings and wanting to avoid the “oops incest” of Eioboston and Oumes.

Aethia: disease, healing, alcohol – air, earth

Kaia: blacksmithing, the forge – earth, fire

Koulkon: music, writing, language, poetry – air, fire

Mypes: arts, crafts, diplomacy, messenger, travel – air, earth

Okon: courage, cunning, diplomacy – earth, water

Opes: protection of children, athleticism, war – fire, water

Ria (the third & current leader): magic, rulers, law, order, justice – air, water

Rys: herds, flocks, animals, hunting – earth, water

Tenes: messenger, night, darkness, the second moon, prophecy – air, water

Tios: love, passion, marriage, pleasure – fire, water

DEMIGODS [generation four, part one]

Demigods are the children of the gods. Their other parent is very often one of the sapient races of Kephea, but there are exceptions. Demigods always have some kind of visible or magical indicator of their non-mortal natures. Unlike most other divine races, they do have a concept of gender that usually aligns with the genders of the cultures of their mortal sides.

All demigods are under the protection of Opes as children until they become old enough to start making names for themselves. Opes is also the only deity to not have children of their own, instead seeing the children of their fellow gods as their own spawn.

Aethia: air, earth

Kaia: earth, fire

Koulkon: air, fire

Mypes: air, earth

Okon: earth, water

Ria: air, water

Rys: earth, water

Tenes: air, water

Tios: fire, water

DAIMONES [generation four, part two]

Daimones, like demigods, are the children of the gods and have no mortal parent, instead created solely from their parent’s power. Their names comprise of just their title and elements that go beyond the primary four, both connected to mortal races and detached from them.

While there are only eight types, there are many individuals within those eight types. These daimones often turn themselves into stones, which allow mortal races to harness their abilities. Many mortal nobles tend to use these crystals only as decoration, but adventuring types and heroes do well with some daimon crystals too.

Why do they do this? Hell if I know, I just wanted this in my story.

Opes is also the only deity to not have children of their own, instead seeing the children of their fellow gods as their own spawn.

The Blood Aristocrat: water, amethyst

The Dust Aristocrat: earth, quartz

The Electric Aristocrat: fire, carnelian

The Ice Aristocrat: water, sodalite

The Sand Aristocrat: earth, hematite

The Smoke Aristocrat: air, amber

The Steam Aristocrat: fire, jasper

The Storm Aristocrat: air, citrine