#charon answers

[acosmicconfluence]

Heart you can have this child /ref.

This is the son of none other than Troy's very own Prince Hector....

”(…Hwuh???)”

“🪽know that he will grow from a boy to an avenger… AVENGERS? ENDGAME SPOILERS?🪽”

“👁️‍🗨️Could we perhaps give Aeolus the Asteria treatment.👁️‍🗨️”

[ask-the-celestial-family]

*pops back into Good Eclipse dimension in front of Charon* And what's stopping us from unplugging every wire that Altair is hooked up to? From dumping waters into his circuits, from tearing out every wire in his body? What will stop us if you kill Sirus? -🐟 Anon (Empty threat, but he doesn't need to know that :) )

What am I…Oh god, what did I do? Siri. Siri, I’m sorry. -Charon🖤

No, no, no! Go ‘way! Go ‘way! *coughs up blood* I wanna Mama! I want Mama! -Sirius🪽

[paper-lilypie]

the before and after got to me

[jacqcrisis]

I can't stop thinking about the rings on Hermes' fingers. I can't. Whats the story behind those? Did he start wearing them because Charon gave them to him as a job well done? The weirdest gift imaginable to your professional associate?

Did Hermes steal them to be a cheeky bastard and got them fitted and put them on for the jokes? Did he start wearing them apropos of nothing? Just happen to start accessorizing like his professional associate? Is it part of a shared uniform? Can we see the employee handbook?

Did Charon go out and get rings commissioned to look exactly like his for not one, but two of his partner in crimes' fingers, slide each lovingly onto Hermes' corresponding digits, and then gently hold his now bejeweled hands in his own to see how they match, knowing Hermes will now carry something of Charon with him when he leaves him for his dangerous work?

I'm just. Asking. Questions. But I swear to God, if we get Charon's portrait and he has a feather or an orange ribbon somewhere on his person, I will be inconsolable for days.

[creator-indy]

Can I get some uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Plutocrat and satellite investors?

*crawls out the tenth pit of hell that is art block and adhd*

Here

They broke my hands

[percabeth4life]

Percy’s getting ready to square up against Persephone, and Thalia and Nico are all “Nothing to see here, totally normal conversation.” The moment all three of them are together, they share one brain cell, and that brain cell is advocating chaos

They are all incredible clever and cunning apart, but the moment they're together they just radiate "chaos and dumbassery" energy. Thalia and Nico bet that Percy can't make a whirlpool in the underworld rivers and he drowns Charon's ship for a bit.

[flame-shadow]

We are here, on your virtual porch, doing a little mantis dance at you. Trick or treat do you have any bugs for us

Thank you for the dance. Here is a treat for you!

i don't see any mantis arms or godly aura around him this time, but maybe that will change hehe

[god-blog]

Do you think the Chthonic Deities like songs like Dumb Ways to Die or Stupid Deaths from Horrible Histories lol

[valiantvillain]

One formative experience from your Rook's past? <3

Thanks for the ask!

There's a lot of moments to choose from for Asala, but one that I'd like to share is from when she was ten after having survived an exploding qunari dreadnought. She awoke during the night to see the Tevinter soldier (and soon-to-be father, Legatus Charon Mercar) who had found her on the battlefield standing guard over her. When she wouldn't go back to sleep, he began to play a word game with her, he would gesture to something and she would tell him the word in Qunlat, he would do the same for her in Tevene. Eventually he pointed to her. Her instinct was to say "saarebas". He shook his head and kept pointing at her, making her think of all these other words to describe herself. Imekari=child. Tal-vashoth=no longer part of the Qun. All these words he made her use to tell him about herself until finally all she could come up with was "Asala", soul. He began calling her that from that day forward and she felt safe around him. It wasn't until years later that she realized the soldier who became her adopted father hadn't been protecting the camp from her but rather the wayward qunari child from a military camp full of potentially vengeful soldiers. And it had been the start of a close bond between father and daughter, something the Qun didn't have words for.

[cannibalcreeps]

Can you tell us more about Bonnie and Charon? some hcs or something like that? They are so cute

Absolutely!

☆Originally, Bonnie was just supposed to borrow the contract and Charon's services to help her find her grandma Agatha's violin. Making a plan with Ahzrukhal to return them both back, which clearly did not go as planned with Charon shooting the shit out of the bastard bartender and traumatising the woman.

☆ Bonnie was terrified of Charon for a very long time during the start of their travels together, stressing in her mind that she would suffer the same fate as Ahzrukhal if she even thought about getting rid of his contract.

☆ At the beginning Charon thought her as nothing more than a snivelling, stupid scavenger that looked like she was going to burst into tears if he just looked her way, which he wasn't too far off as she got nervous and upset whenever he did look at her for long periods of time. He starts to gain respect and feelings for her over a long period of time as events occur.

☆ He may grumble and hates how every place they enter has something trying to eat them or shoot at them, Charon starts to love the travelling they do and having zero responsibilities other than keeping a single small lady holding his contract alive.

☆ Despite being scared of him at the beginning, Bonnie still felt obligated to make sure he rested and ate. It took a while for him to accept her offers of taking nightly watch and taking the foods she made.

☆ Charon had to teach Bonnie how to properly use a fire arm, the large ghoul actually ended up enjoying teaching someone a skill and have them actually learn and listen.

☆ Both Charon and Bonnie hate bugs, are grossed out by them and it ends up in an argument on who should deal with them. Bonnie has a crippling fear towards Centaurs though, which Charon is more than happy to deal with them.

☆ Charon enjoys making sassy comments at Bonnie about things she does, says or wears, especially when she learned to shoot back at him with her own snark. Finding her getting flustered when she's trying to one up him amusing. See's it as their little thing, gets peeved and defensive when anyone else tries to join in.

☆ Romance does eventually happen with the two, but not until a few years have passed, between that the two have relations with others.

☆ Bonnie has had relationships, though very short at times, before and Charon won't be her first Ghoul.

[marquisedegramont]

Congrats on your greatest work yet! I’m sure it will be amazing to see. Is it Marquis related????

Maybeeee

It’s me putting all my analysis works (on my main) into a fic! All of the knowledge I’ve acquired and all the theories I’ve conducted and all the character analysis I’ve written are finally being written and laid out!! So excited to finish it heeheheeheh ^_^

More on the story under the cut

So basically it’s like a High Table prequel, and it starts off with Gianna and Santino (Gianna mostly because I’ve decided Santino has had too much time in the spotlight) and then eventually it branches out to people like Charon, John, Helen, Adjudicator, Harbinger, Viggo, Marcus and of course— Marquis.

I’ve decided to fully delve into my more “artistic” kind of writing style in which I write it flowery, and of course with symbolism and distinct imagery (which I unknowingly copied off of @thewhumpcaretaker HAHA i stole ur writing style you can’t have it back >:) /j)

I can give a small snippet right now

AT THE BASE of everything that makes a person a human, they are an animal.

The illusion of it is the belief that humans aren’t animalistic. Gianna thinks otherwise. She has seen the ends of both sides; her as an animal and others as animals— ripping away flesh with bare hands and teeth sunk, grasping onto the thin thread of power. That’s the life philosophy that Gianna and Santino were both destined to learn and uphold.

I’m trying to put all my knowledge of the mafia/crime itself, human nature, and some other John Wick lore

Of course, it’s a multi-protagonist thing. Sort of like Arcane, but of course with a clear protagonist duo which would be Gianna and Santino.

I want to write it, I want it for people to read so they can find it both entertaining and in a way, insightful!

Can’t say when I would release the first chapter since I like to write three chapters before releasing the other one

Would love for some advice on how to write long fics tho dhsndhdh

The title is TDFP. Try to find out what that means :)

Love all of you guys who support me and my writing, I know it takes me a long time to write and I love all of you who have the patience <3

[acosmicconfluence]

How do the cosmic gays feel about Saturn eating babies? I feel like I asked before but there are more people to ask!

HAHA Hi, Heart.

“(Ehh… It’s natural for them? The sirens don’t really have the same moral values that humans do, so I really can’t judge.)”

“{Uh… well at least they’re not eating humans. Besides, the babies are just… fish. Prey animals.}”

“|What Aster said. The sirens are meat-eating murder machines, it’s either you guys or the fish. It only really starts to seem bad when you bring the morals that humans have into it, which, like Seraph says, the sirens don’t have.|”

“<I don’t really care. The sirens do whatever they please. They’re a bit of a nuisance, at worst, but it’s their nature.>”

“🌙Ehh… Saturn’s not the only one? It was a little worrying at first but after Finn started doing it too I just… gave up on trying to make sense of it. I think I’d also rather that than what Scylla does.🌙”

“🌊Are you judging me for my eating habits?🌊” “🌙I’m judging you for killing people, sweetheart.🌙”

”🔥Either way, it has nothing to do with me, so I really couldn’t care less.🔥”

🌳agreed. The sirens don’t interfere with us, so we do not interfere with them.🌳

“🪽I know it’s like… normal? Or whatever? I’m not trippin about it. It’s just funny cause I can make fun of them for being a baby eater.🪽”

“👁️‍🗨️You would find humour in that. …As you can guess, I’m in agreement with everybody else. It’s the natural way of living, and doesn’t really harm anyone. Not maliciously, that is. There is no purpose to it other than that the sirens must feed.👁️‍🗨️”

[ask-the-celestial-family]

*Slaps a sticky note in front of Charon that say “Diemnsional travelers. We came from the ballpit, bitch.”*

*rips it up* WHAT DID I TELL YOU!? -Charon🕯️

I…I sowwy… -Sirius🪽

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

What's your favorite game soundtrack?

Well hello Dusa!!

Because I already answered my favorite songs from Hades, I figured I'd tell you my favorite music that doesn't have lyrics!!

When I first started playing the game, I always stopped in Charon's chamber and listened to that soundtrack.

The game can get pretty hectic, especially in the beginning, and if you're used to cozy games like me, haha!

So listening to Charon's chill and peaceful song calmed me down a bit!

It really helped before the Meg fight!

Boy, she was TOUGH.

What's yours??? <3

[jacqcrisis]

i think theseus deserves a little treat

He most certainly does not. He deserves to be angrily beset by the big spooky boatman selling goods outside the arena who won't talk to him or fuck fight him, no matter how many times he offers.

Like they have to have met in canon at some point, and given Theseus' angry attitude towards the foul and his "'appreciation"' for the strong and big, I have to assume he has thoughts about Charon. And there is nothing funnier to me than the idea of the underworld's most self-important pompous muscle head not wanting to admit to wanting to get railed into the next life by the skull faced man so so bad that it's making him stupid... and then Charon just doesn't even acknowledge his presence. Charons got other shit to think about: ferrying the dead, gold, Hermes, selling goods, smuggling nectar, Hermes, Nyx, his brothers, Zagreus and his whole deal, Skelly I guess, Hermes...

Oh look the blonde guy is back. He's saying something about Charon being awful, disturbing, captivatingly frightening or whatever. Does he have money? No? Who cares. Charon goes back to his paying customers and continues to think about what Hermes is doing, when is he coming back, will he give Charon a little kissy, just a little smoocherino on his cheek-

[snailsgoingdowntown]

can you write a drabble fluff for Eliot Charon & Hebaron Nirtha (separate) x female reader about how she doesn't seem to realize how attractive she is. She doesn't know why men always seek for her hand in marriage. You can choose any of the characters above, it your decision to write what you feel is appropriate. Have a nice day

I just learned that a drabble is actually 100 words and this 600… oh well, I guess.

I couldn’t think of anything for Hebaron, so I’m sorry about that. I also hope you don’t mind the suggestive nature of this… I tried; I really did but this was the only thing that kept popping in my head. I hope you like it and thank you for requesting!

Minors/blank blogs dni

Warnings: slight jealously, mentioned past harassment

Not-sfw warnings: suggestive

Blog contains dark content/dead dove, don’t eat.

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You were an extremely beautiful woman.

Lovely as roses, smile as bright and warm as the sun, eyes shining like jewels – so beautiful, so lovely. Eliot himself had fallen at first sight, but it was a puppy crush then. And well, four years later, and two weeks after returning from the campaign, he’s proud and grateful to call himself your fiancé.

But when he did return, something was amiss.

You were clingier than usual, more openly affectionate. One would think it would only be natural, considering he was away for three years, his life on the line and survival uncertain. It was added to the mix, yes, but it didn’t take him long to realize you were making a show of it; at first, he thought you were marking him in a way, telling every young woman that he was off the market. He was wrong, apparently.

For a week after his much-wanted return, you had told him in bed, naked form cuddled into his chest.

“Men kept proposing to me after you left.”

His fingers brushed against your shoulders, your hair tickling his chin. Eliot hums in response, grip on you becoming a bit tighter. He kisses the crown of your head, loving the way you nuzzled deeper into the crook of his neck, hands sprayed across his bare chest. He should have known as much.

You were a beautiful woman, extremely so.

It would only make sense that others would take the chance presented before them. Of course, they would never have dared to act in such a way. But with him gone, on a dangerous mission at that, uncertain if he would return alive or not…

Of course, they would target you. Why would they not? A pretty lady would mourn her fiancé’s death at any given moment. Waiting for his return, and even if he made it back alive, who’s to say that he didn’t find another lover on the trip? Or if he lost a limb or two? Became a different person, harsh and rash instead of the gentle giant?

They probably told you those things. Said how you can’t live without a husband, and what good is a woman if she is unwed? Unless you’re a high-ranking servant, or a servant in general, how could you make a proper living?

They told you things like that, didn’t they?

“I see. I assume they did not give up easily?”

“Mm, they kept harassing me to say yes. They were practically buzzing flies and annoying dogs… hounding me like that…” you throw a leg over his, skin as smooth as he remembered. And between your thighs was a mess – a claim, of sorts. Something you had begged for. Maybe it was the events that went on for three years that made you beg for it, reckless and yet, he was too.

He just missed you so much.

“Majority of the other women were left alone, even though it was their husbands and fiancés who left for The Campaign as well.”

The annoyance was starting to burn hotter in his chest. “Did they get physical?” Eliot holds you closer to him, tighter if possible. When you shake your head ‘no,’ his fingers slowly loosen their hold on you. He closes his eyes, kisses your forehead, threading his fingers through your hair. “That’s good,” he says, letting out a sigh.

“I just don’t understand why they were so… persistent. Every day, a new one would come, and every week I had to shoo them away. I just don’t understand why me, and why they leaped at the… ‘opporuinty’ once you left.”

Oh, if only you knew…

Instead of saying it – he plans to, tomorrow – Eliot raises, supporting himself on his arms, palms pressed against the bed. And when you look up at him with those eyes and kiss-swollen lips, who can blame him for starting another round?

Might as well make them hear who you crave and love.