#demigod scion

[audreyscribes]

I was thinking about your scion headcanons and thought of an Hermes kid with Peitho -the goddess of persuasion being with a trickster sounds kinda interesting- and then I found out that Peitho is (sometimes) married to Hermes

And that folks, is how god marriages works lol. Humanity pairs gods together depending on their domain and how often they interact. Like Love and War, Beauty being the inspiration and being in craftsmanship.

Cause you have to remember anon, the gods are concepts that humanity tacked on based on their own culture and society, rather then actual people. They're a reflection of the values, ideas, and life of a civilization that worshiped them.

Besides, I already answered an ask about a Hephaestus having a kid with a legacy of Aphrodite > [Link 1] || [Link 2]

So the goddess of Persuasion being 'married' to the God of Tricksters sounds about right, cause tricksters often have to persuade people. (i.e. Tricksters are not just mischievous or those who wanted to pull scams on people, as tricksters are also known for being smart so being a little bit of a trickster is a good character like Heracles did with Atlas to trick him into giving back the sky)

Also it could still happen honestly and frankly not the worst thing Greek gods have done either. It's not like the Hermes kid is Peithos kid either, if anything Peithos may be attracted to the Hermes demigod because they remind her of Hermes so much which is flattering. So a scion of being born from a Hermes' demigod and the goddess of Persuasion would made Chiron's hair turn grayer faster. Can you imagine the sheer chaos that could happen?

[dumpster-fire-sapphic-failgirl]

I wonder if there is some small part of Delilah that is like “okay, game recognize game” about the purple sorcerer that threatened a ghost multiple times and then led an excursion to a soul plane to rip her love free and being her back to life

like, yeah, she’s a thorn in Lady D’s side. But like, gotta respect the motivations and the hustle

[irregularjohnnywiggins]

Reading through my old Woman of Truth stuff, and by far the funniest joke is that for most of Steve's sections of the first episode, there's a lot of fuss being made about this top-of-the-line stealth jet, fresh from Ferris Aircraft, cost the US millions, potentially billions of dollars, full of advanced technology...

...And after Steve crashes it on Themyscira, in the High Council chambers, Io calls it 'horrifically primitive'. 'I mean, it still uses combustion engines, for Hestia's sake! Do they still not have anti-grav?'

[basic204]

You should never have touched the strange glowing spear.

"You should never have touched the strange glowing spear." I repeated to myself for the hundredth... yeah, it had to be at least that many as I raised my slim, perfect arm, and deflected the tank's sabot round with my palm. I mean sure, it’s amazing being nigh invulnerable to harm, but was being pulled to every area of conflict on Earth 24/7 worth it? I mean the soldiers can't even actually see me as I stalk the battlefield, watching, encouraging, leaning down to whisper "If you run to that boulder, you can throw the grenade into the hatch of that damned tank." Running my hands through the hair a young soldier about to break and run saying "Courage, I promise you will survive this" Touching a general on the shoulder as he pours over his maps and making him see the best way to smash the enemy's flank without losing too many of his men. As amazing as it all is being in this beautiful, perfect form, I'd give it all up if I could just go back to standing while I damned well pee again.

I guess I should explain how this started a little better. After I got out of the Army, I moved back into my parents�� old house. Ms. Stratos been part of the neighborhood as long as I can remember. She was the crotchety old biddy that every neighborhood hates. Weeds in your yard because you've been working doubles for a month, she'd call the HOA. Get together at your house with your friends ran one minute past 10pm, the cops would be on your doorstep because "She called about a wild party". When we were kids, and cut through her yard she would go full scorched earth, shaking her cane, screaming, HOA, cops. I don't think there was a soul on this Earth that she liked.

Not long after I came home, I was pressure washing my driveway, when she walked over and asked if I could do her walkway when I was done. Her voice, which I had only ever heard as a shrill shriek my whole life, was full, rich, and commanding, and did not belong on a wisp of a crone like this, it was more like the voice I'd heard from every colonel, and general I'd ever served with, that is the kind you don't say no to. After I finished her walk, I cleaned her driveway as well since it looked like shit, and frankly, part of me was afraid of half-assing it.

As I was wrapping up, her garage door opened and there was a pair of lawn chairs, and a cooler. Were sitting just inside. She motioned me to sit, fished out a beer, and handed it to me before she sat down. She didn't say a word, and just looked over the driveway with a slight nod of approval. We never spoke a word, just sat drinking our beer, watching the neighbors walk by, giving her glances that ranged from fear to contempt. When the beer was done, I gathered my things, and crossed the street to my house.

Thus it went for a few years. I'd be doing something outside, look up, and she would be there asking me to help her with something. Repairing windows, changing the float in the toilet, replacing a ceiling fan. Her house was a monument to clutter. Souvenirs from all over the world, pictures showing a younger, much hotter version of Ms. Stratos. Each task I completed was followed by a trip to the garage for beer, and laughing at the neighbors.

One day, after I replaced her garbage disposal, she pointed at the scars on my arms and asked. "Those still hurt?" I shook my head "Nah, these I don't even notice, its the plates, and screws holding my legs together that hurt like hell." I shrugged "IED, Kandahar. Could have been worse, if I hadn't listened to that little voice in my head to stop, I'd have driven right over it. It was the difference between living and dying." She nodded with a sad smile and laid her hand on my cheek. "Its a good thing you listened to that voice then, most don't." She looked me right in the eyes. "Part of you misses it, I can tell." I nodded. "I miss teaching the young guys so they didn't get themselves killed doing something stupid. Mostly, I just wanted to walk into the HQ, and tell those idiots with the stars on their shoulders, everything that they are doing wrong, and how to fix it." I swear, it was like her eyes lit with fire for a moment and she said coldly. "Is that what you really want? To help the soldiers, and fix things?" I laughed to break the tension and said "Yeah, wouldn't that be fucking great?" I quickly left, as things were getting a bit intense for me.

The siren from the ambulance woke me at midnight, and I went outside in time to see them loading Ms. Stratos into the back. Fighting the paramedics, she clawed the oxygen mask from her face, and pointed at me. Her voice rang clear as a bell. "I'm leaving it in your hands, you can take up the spear now." I watched the lights until they were lost around the corner. I found out that she died on the way to the hospital. A lawyer named Nina Themis contacted me a little while later, informing me that I was the sole beneficiary of the estate of one Athena Stratos, and, with the exception of a few items she had donated to various museums, was entitled to her house, and everything contained within it.

It was a few weeks before I could bring myself to go over there, and start cleaning out the place. When I entered, the place simply felt dead, and hollow without her personality filling it. I spent an hour checking out things that I had always wondered about. A few statues in marble, a stabbing spear I swear must have been a prop from the movie Zulu, a huge painting of the Parthenon, mostly hidden behind a pair of cabinets holding Hummel figurines. I was at a loss where to start when I saw a curious light coming from under a side room. I had to put my shoulder to the door to get it open, but there are advantages to being 6' 3", and 220 pounds of muscle. Moving through stacks of boxes, filled with what appeared to be Jane's Defence Weekly, and Soldier of Fortune magazines, I saw it.

It sat on the armor tree, the metal looking like liquid gold. Burnished bronze was my guess. Breastplate, helmet, greaves over a pristine white tunic, all in the most classical Greek style, right out of the museums, and leaning on it was a spear that, I shit you not, was glowing like a fucking light saber. As freaked out as that was, I just couldn't help myself. If you tell me you wouldn't have done the same, I'd call you a liar to your face. There was no heat, as I grasped it, but the glow enveloped my whole body instantly. I felt a burning sensation as my clothes disintegrated. I felt agony as I looked down to see the hair fall from my rapidly slimming legs, and a wet clank, as the plates, and screws that had been my tormentors for years, hit the floor. My arms slimmed, becoming the color of marble, and my pecs started doing things that I didn't want to think about.. There was an uncomfortable feeling in my groin, and I gave out a scream as, with a pop, everything inverted. The armor on the stand flowed onto my body, and took its proper place. With a final flare, the glow snapped off, and I could feel the knowledge of centuries of combat, and battles flowed into my brain, and I almost crashed to my knees.

I ran into the bathroom, stupid damned spear still in my hand, and flicked on the light. My heart sank as the face of a 6 foot tall goddess of a woman staring back at me. I looked down at my arms, and didn't see a scar, or even blemish on them. I leaned the spear on the hamper, and used both hands to lift the hem of the tunic up, as I watched in the mirror. Bracing, I saw exactly what I was expecting, an innie, where is should be an outie. I looked at myself in the mirror and could only say one thing. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"

[littleeyesofpallas]

I feel like we need some kind of funky dark magic underworld adventure starring Jason, Jason, and Jason. One's host to an ancient demon, one's died and come back, and the other's the demigod scion of the Olympian gods. The villain revealed to be at the root of whatever it is they're investigating should be Jason Woodrue.

[drenched-in-sunlight]

My one Elden Ring headcanon is that the reason that Miquella picked Radahn, and not Godwyn, as the kindest demigod is because Godwyn was allergic to horses, and Miquella didn't know that and just thought he didn't like horses. Radahn met the requirements of not hating albinaurics(assumed from friendly rivalry with Gaius), liking horses, and probably something else basic like not torturing people or something like that.

i know this is kinda meant to be funny but i do take it seriously that Miquella's wish in his childhood is not really sth mature and well-thought out at all 😭 and Radahn instead of being a responsible older brother and putting a stop to that, just run with it (and as i said, not without outside influence, but still) is really why it blows up in everyone's face later.

and tbh? imo Miquella's naive idolization kinda dooms Radahn to continue be a mere copycat of others as well. instead of growing out of it and finding his own thing and becoming his own unique self, he's stuck in a perpetual boyhood of wanting to be like his idols, mirroring Miquella's own curse.

that being said, i also think Miquella isn't completely false in not picking Godwyn as the kindest demigod out there. living under one roof and growing up with him as older brother, Miquella must know more than anyone Godwyn is the true scion of the old Order. Radahn could admire that same old Order, sure, but he is not of it the way Godwyn the Golden is (which is one of many inspiration i have to draw this)

funny thing is i think Miquella can sniff out that beneath all that sweet and nice image Godwyn has, he's a warrior that will stop at nothing to protect the old Order, yet fails to see the exact same thing in his own Father. and it makes sense! why would he see that when Father is always so supportive of his ideas? why would he see anything wrong when Father taught him Tactical Air Strike 101 when he simply wanted to heal his sister? why would he see anything wrong when Father encourage him to hang out more with Radahn, his other son, not Godfrey's son?

see? it's really a picture somewhere there isn't it...

but it's probably the horse thing as well afksjjdkf

[blasphemousclaw]

hornsent if he lived long enough to see miquella ascend to godhood after renouncing his golden lineage and giving up his demigod flesh only to resurrect the soul of yet another demigod scion of the erdtree as his consort:

[haveyouplayedthisttrpg]

Have you played SCION ?

By White Wolf (1st edition) / Onyx Path Publishing (2nd edition)

Playing humans blessed by or born from the Gods who can eventually ascend to join their ranks. Urban fantasy, but 2e noticeably lacks a masquerade - the fantasy elements are known to the World’s population.

In a world much like ours but not, Priests of a temple of Ra go out for coffee, as followers of Dionysius post pictures of their wine offerings on social media as kids take turns pretending to be Baron Samedi and Quetzalcoatl during recess. The gods of the old world still preside and watch over their people, seeking their worship and answering their prayers but an ancient foe has escaped from their prison. The Titans, the primordial beings of destruction and chaos have returned. The Gods cannot come down to The World and fight back against the evil Titans that plague their followers, less they be victims of fate, changing their legends and fates forever, instead they call out to their descendants. You, a Scion of the gods. You may of been born between your divine parent and a mortal, maybe you were chosen by that god, maybe the god created and bestowed life to you, or perhaps you are the human reincarnation of a forgotten god. As a Scion, you take your divine parent’s place and restore order to The World while also building your own legend, developing divine powers, gaining followers and earning a place in your pantheon. You grow and learn from your humble Origin, to becoming a Hero to mortals, then being recognized as a Demigod and finally achieving the godhead and becoming a God. Can you fight back against the Titans and fate?

[magpie-come-east]

Morgott for the character ask meme!

favorite thing about them

What drew me to him in the first place is how much I related to his character. When I was a religious teen I hated myself so much. I hated my appearance. I hated being a woman. I was in a constant loop of thinking of myself as this terrible waste of space that couldn't get anything right. Just damned to fuck up my entire life and then die and go to hell. Morgott isn't quite so pathetic as I was at 16-17 lol, but I saw a lot of my struggles in him. He believes he is born cursed, that no matter what he does he will be rejected by the Erdtree- an aspect of his religion and God- when he dies. He is misguided at best and vile at worst, but I completely understand why he is the way his is.

Also,

He's gorgeous

least favorite thing about them

The giant scabby looking red bump on his head is kinda gross : (

He doesn't return Mohg's calls enough : (

I wish he had more voice lines : (

I mean, maybe this is a cop-out, but there's pretty much nothing I dislike about Morgott. I love his lore, his fights, his stunning good looks (sans red bump). He's a remarkably fascinating character that has tragic and heroic aspects to him while also being a flawed and a worthy antagonist.

favorite line

"Have it writ upon thy meager grave: Felled by King Morgott, Last of all Kings." (A stone-cold reveal? Sexy voice acting? He hates the player so much it makes him look stupid hot?)

Shout out to "Whose hand graspeth thy leash, I wonder?" It's a cut line but it's Ummph

brOTP

Morgott and Mohg. The literal brothers of all time.

The importance and closeness of twin relationships is prevalent throughout the game. You cannot tell me Morgott and Mohg weren't once so, so close. They are amazing foils, too! Both of them exemplifying the extremes they were driven to by their upbringing. Neither have experienced good and healthy love, thus they search for it in unfortunate places. Both of them grew believing they were monsters, and both behave differently in consequence- with Morgott clinging to servitude and humility and suppression and with Mohg embracing everything being a monster entails. I love it.

I think they still care for one another a lot. Their ideologies just strain their bond.

OTP

Morgott x Tarnished or Morgott x Oleg

Please read Oleg's ash description if you haven't. That man was murdering for Morgott for the love of the game.

nOTP

Morgott x Mohg (romantic)

They're just better as brothers.

random headcanon

I have... many headcanons.

Morgott hates Rykard because he envies Carian siblings for being welcomed into Marika's lineage while he was rejected as her 'firstborn' (shhhh Messmer shhhh). Rykard also figured out he was Omen before the war and offered Morgott amnesty and allyship. Morgott was so offended he resented Rykard forever for it.

Morgott hired Oleg to help him secure his throne in the early days of his power. After all, he was an unheard-of Demigod that showed up out of nowhere to make himself King. He probably faced a lot of pushback. Oleg was there to kill the dissenters! (And kiss Morgott)

Morgott used the mimic veil to appear human to Leyndell. His cover story for his sudden appearance was that he was exiled with Godfrey to the Badlands as a young child. When Godwyn died Queen Marika called him back to the Lands Between, having earned his Grace. Thus, he took the moniker Grace-Given. (Ironically, this would make King Morgott semi-Tarnished in his own story).

Morgott was friends with Godrick before he took to grafting. Godrick was weak in body despite being a member of the Golden Lineage, and Morgott felt some kinship with Godrick's struggles with self-image and his lackluster presence as a scion of Marika.

unpopular opinion

I find it a little disappointing that in most fics where he is a central, vital character he ends up as the mere consort to the Tarnished Elden Lord. I know SOTE told us irrevocably that Godhood is not good at all for mortal vessels. But I kinda wish Morgott was allowed to be Elden Lord or a God more often. I find it cathartic when a person so spurned by the church and God of their faith is made into something holy and powerful.

Also, I think Morgott was the eldest child of the Golden Lineage, and that Godwyn never really knew him.

Morgott is definitely not a virgin.

song I associate with them

Take me to War by The Crane Wives! Dreams Wash Away by Joe Wong!

Forsaken by Savant!

Monster and Arms Unfolding by Dodie!

Torture by Les Friction!

Cirice by Ghost!

Favorite Picture

My commissioned piece for my fic Gilded Apotheosis. The art is by bora-in-tamriel

@barrowlands567

@bad-as-me (since you asked this too!)

[mac-tirs]

the tarnished, loyal blade (sote spoilers)

i'm a little slow on the uptake admittedly, but it just occurred to me right now that there is actually a reason why this dialogue occurs. spoilers below the read more.

i always found it strange that miquella referred to us as his "loyal blade" because while, yes, we ARE the champion of the festival, we've never explicitly served miquella. most of us would've even ransacked the haligtree, his realm and seat of power, and killed his twin sister and half-siblings on our journey to ascending to lordship. we were never charmed by miquella either, unlike the others, and we directly oppose him by slaying his actual loyal followers, like leda, dane, and moore.

but then i thought about it, and yes, we ARE his loyal blade. we enacted his will not only in the lands between, but also in the land of shadow. we slew radahn and mohg, granting him his franken-consort. we became or will become elden lord, becoming the last scion of the old order that miquella seeks to overthrow. we softened the lands between up for a new ruler by wiping out the other shard bearers and allowing a god and lord-shaped vacuum to form, which miquella would have no trouble to fill.

we killed messmer, his half-brother and one of the last demigods, and romina, the saint that caused the spread of scarlet rot through communing with the god of rot, which likely led to malenia being cursed upon her birth.

we meticulously removed the various pawns and pieces on the board that would've prevented miquella from ascending to godhood. despite being a god cursed with nascency, fated to always fail, he actually did achieve godhood, and its all because of the decisions we made and the people we killed that he made it.

don't get me wrong, miquella exerted great effort to get to where he was, but we were on his heels from the moment we entered the shadow lands. he shatters his great rune, one of the last vestiges of his self that remained, potentially morethan halfway through our journey in the shadow lands, meaning he hadn't ascended to godhood yet before you approach the shadow keep or the land east of bonny village.

we are singlehandedly responsible for his rise to godhood. so i suppose it makes sense he'd see us as his loyal blade, even if we were the one to slay him in the end. we served him better unknowingly than most, if not all, of his loyal knights and followers.

[audreyscribes]

what do you think would happen to a demigod born on the camp. like, the mortal parent is also a demigod and is either dead, abandoning the child or like, being kind of an absentee parent and then vsiting sometimes so the kid kinda has to stay at camp from rhe moment they were born?

Oof, this is going to tough. Alright all those circumstances, they vary differently because a parent's action influences a child's life greatly and the situations have a lot of nuance to them. For simplification purposes, the demigod born from another demigod will be referred to as Scion. Also pardon for any lack of proper sense cause I just wrote this as much as I could.

A.) IF THE DEMIGOD PARENT IS DEAD:

It really depends who the other parent is. If the Scion's other parent is mortal, they will probably be handed over to them, and if the mortal parent is dead for whatever reason or doesn't want them, they'll either track down other living relatives from both the demigod parent and mortal parent. Worse case-scenario, they would be probably released to custody and be raised in an orphanage/foster care. It might seem harsh and cold, but Camp Halfblood doesn't have the necessary means to raise a child from as a baby. Plus, there's also giving them as much of a mortal life as possible angle.

If the other parent is a god, well, that complicates things slightly but are largely the same. They'll still try to locate the demigod parent's mortal living relatives but if that's not possible, then relinquishing them to custody, and so forth. Though depending, if the Scion demigod is too powerful or too dangeorus to be put around mortals, then yeah they’ll raise the child. However, let's just say Camp decides to take care of the Scion; putting aside why or when it happens. I'd imagine they would be primarily raised by the nymphs, watched over by Hestia, taught by Chiron, and so forth. I'd also imagine they would attempt to send the Scion to regular school, preferably like Yancy where they have a dorm situation. Again there's the angle of trying to have as much of a mundane mortal life as possible for the scion, plus also just having general education. And whenever there's a long break, they just go back to Camp like every other demigod. If the demigod scion had a mortal parent, they could sleep at the Big House or rest at their demigod parent’s cabin. If the demigod scion has a godly parent, then it’s that godly parent’s cabin. 

B.) THE CHILD HAD BEEN ABANDONED: 

I mean this is more or less what happened to Jason Grace, sort of? And he was dropped off at Lupa’s and then got sent to Camp Jupiter. If this were to happen, Chiron would have to make a secret call to Lupa what to do and remove all the wolf aspects and reappropriate them to satisfactory human activities. 

Otherwise, I feel like Camp would temporarily hold them while they search for their demigod parent since they’re more or less likely alive. Though it might be hard because at that point, the demigod parent is an adult (I HOPE) and therefore the threat of monsters is much less than when they were children; so they’re not probably coming back to Camp for safety any time soon. 

They would send out people to look for the demigod parent to bring them back to have answers or to make sure they’re alive, because if they’ve been dead to a powerful monster this entire time well-

There’s also the fact if the demigod parent abandoned them at Camp, there’s gotta be a reason right? In the sense that the demigod parent is being an ass and doing the same thing their godly parents did to them; so they’re probably going to find out why the demigod parent left them at Camp. Is it because something or someone is chasing after the demigod parent? Or is it because the Scion is too powerful and they honestly think they’re safer at Camp but why not just say so and stay?

Not going to lie, there’s also a chance that the longer the Scion has been at Camp, the more Mr. D would take over as a temporary guardian/patron before becoming a parental figure. He’s still hung over Theseus abandoned Ariadne because that’s what ‘demigods do’ so seeing the Scion being abandoned by their demigod parent? Oh man-

The satyrs and nymphs will be employed to watch over the demigod because in his words, “there’s no telling what danger this child will get into, especially with the clear lack and horrible parenting”- 

Kidding aside, Mr. D is a lot softer than he says and there’s also Hestia too. 

Though if the demigod parent comes back at some point, depending how long its been, oh boy, watch out-

on the other hand, Ariadane is going to be happy to have someone to look over.

C.) ABSENTEE DEMIGOD PARENT: 

Well it’s not really any better and the results will be very similar to what I just said in B. Though the difference is it by their own accord or is it because of a quest/mission?

Like if its the former, it’s just the same as B. If it’s the latter, then well that’s another story. 

The Quest/Mission is something demigods have to answer to and if it’s something the Camp requested or need, well what can you do? So they would watch over the Scion as best as they could. Making sure they’re safe, trained, and attend mortal schooling and etc. 

Though Mr. D would still take on the guardian/patron rule and becoming a parental figure in a way. 

Overall and in general, there’s also the angle that Dionysus’s cult were all equal, regardless of who and what you were (i.e. slave, commoner, etc) and everyone had a place and were welcome to Dionysus’ cult to be free and all that. So I have a feeling that Mr.D taking in the Scion child would be something under his domain. 

While Camp Halfblood is safe with their protection from monsters, it doesn’t really have the facilities needed to support a long livelihood, unlike Camp Jupiter and New Rome. 

[bracketsoffear]

The Iliad (Homer) "(Unless otherwise noted, translations are by Peter Green.)

"Goddess, sing of the cataclysmic wrath of great Achilles, son of Peleus, which caused the Greeks immeasurable pain and sent so many noble souls of heroes to Hades…" (translation by Emily Wilson)

The Iliad is the archetypical war story. It traces the destructive path of the demigod Achilles, who sets in motion a devastating series of events when he refuses to fight the Trojans in a pique of pride. The infamous catalogue of ships in Book 2 gives a sense of the mind-numbing scale of a war fought over something as intangible as the pride of men and gods. The lavish descriptions of battle and the accounts of individual deaths and wounds give a sense of the utter devastation of war and the grief it leaves behind:

"Not in vain from [Diomēdēs's] hand did the missile fly, but struck Phēgeus full in mid-breast, threw him clear of his horses. Then from the fine-crafted chariot Idaios sprang down, but dared not make a stand over his slain brother, nor would he himself have escaped the black death spirit without the aid of Hēphaistos, who saved him, hid him in darkness, to ensure that aged Darēs [father of Phēgeus and Idaios] was not wholly undone by grief."

Without the help of Achilles, the Trojans begin to gain ground on the Greeks. Torn between his pride and his concern for his comrades, Achilles agrees to let his beloved Patroclus disguise himself in Achilles' armor to hearten the Greeks and scare the Trojans:

"All at once [the Greeks] came charging out like a swarm of wasps by the roadside that boys have a way of provoking to fury, constantly teasing them in their nests along the highway, as children will, creating a widespread nuisance, so that if some traveler passing by should happen to annoy them by accident, they with aggressive spirit all come buzzing out in defense of their offspring-- like them in heart and spirit the Myrmidons now streamed forth from the ships, and an endless clamor arose…"

Hector, prince of Troy kills Patroclus and unleashes the unbridled wrath of Achilles, who becomes so enraged he slaughters every Trojan in his path so gruesomely he enrages the River itself:

"Achilles, scion of Zeus, now left his spear on the bank, leaning against a tamarisk, and charged in like a demon, armed only with his sword, horrific deeds in mind. He turned and struck at random, and ghastly cries went up from those caught by his sword: the water ran red with blood…"

"My lovely streams are currently all awash with corpses; I can't get to discharge my waters into the bright sea, I'm so choked with the dead, while you ruthlessly keep on killing!"

When the River almost drowns Achilles, he's terrified--not of death, but of being robbed the glory of his promised death at the hands of the Trojans: "If only Hektōr had killed me, the best-bred warrior here, / then noble had been the slayer, noble the man he slew…"

In The Iliad, war is destruction and grief but simultaneously honor and glory, and Achilles is only one of the many characters who move through its battlefields like the incarnation of Slaughter itself."

All Quiet on the Western Front (Erich Maria Remarque) ""I am young, I am twenty years old; yet I know nothing of life but despair, death, fear, and fatuous superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow. . . ."

This is the testament of Paul Bäumer, who enlists with his classmates in the German army during World War I. They become soldiers with youthful enthusiasm. But the world of duty, culture, and progress they had been taught breaks in pieces under the first bombardment in the trenches.

Through years of vivid horror, Paul holds fast to a single vow: to fight against the principle of hate that meaninglessly pits young men of the same generation but different uniforms against one another . . . if only he can come out of the war alive."

[miquellah]

aiming my Frenzied Flame character at you maliciously

ghdfgd I liked thinking about Frenzied Flame characters as these possessing agents who go around being incredibly unsubtle and so I made Aberdon... for his story when the tarnished (prophet who had a Different kinda vision of flame) died to the grafted scion they just. didn't come back. (and additionally was a kinda manfailure who was already Going Through It and was barely getting himself to keep going to the point he died)

Then enters Aberdon! Possessing a copy of the body the same way Hyetta does with Irina or Shabriri with Yura. His particular flavor of Frenzy Plan is "I need to prove to everyone that the lord of frenzied flame is the correct choice." So his run involved doing every single NPC quest, and whenever they got to the point where they might Wish For Death he would deliver it - and the few who decided that they would continue on despite him waiting for them to reach their moment of despair he would just Kill Anyways because it just Incensed Him.

Like the whole thang is he's a spirit of despair born of a truly pathetic person who just wishes to justify his own unhappiness by giving it to everyone else. Going through betraying everyone and just sitting around waiting for them to decide life was no longer worth it.

ghfdg and as a final sidenote while I love evil chars it was also difficult to actually put myself thru it cause I did feel bad a lot when it came time to actually kill npcs for the sake of the character concept

REALLLL not enough people actually put the reincarnation lore to much use, especially in regards to like. whatever the FUCK hyetta and shabriri are doing. that’s so cool… the grafted scion fight actually having Consequences also feels very demons souls, so extra fun

i feel like that sort of route also rly capitalizes on the frenzied flame’s schtick of both “mercy killing” as well as “choosing what (i feel) is right for you”. shabriri obviously tries to coax the tarnished with the END of the path being the big mercy kill, but i haven’t actually thought about all the npc routes fleshing that out as well! nod nods

my frenzy guy is kinda similar, albeit he’s a demigod so its more Personal. he doesnt terribly try to convert others to understanding the chaos tho, he’s a lot more tight-lipped with the intent of just. more or less springing it on everyone at the end HAHA. i would say Aberdon making such a mess might attract a bit of undue attention, butttt when you’re killing everybody in the path regardless, and ABLE to do that. well shouldnt be too much problem then lol

AND YEAHHH ACTUALLY FOLLOWING THROUGH IN-GAME CAN BE SO!! ROUGH. i LIKE playing through each character’s file as IC as possible, but sometimes i will skip particularly painful bits and go “ok well in canon it went another way. WHATEVER”

[silvokrent]

Nobody asked, but here's a snippet from an Elden Ring fic that I've been working on.

On one of their return visits to Leyndell, an idea occurred to Vyke. The dragons were the first Elden Lords. It’s their power that governed this world at its inception. Perhaps the Order has forgotten their absence. Tendrils of electricity crackled at the spear tip, as he stood before the thorns. Let us reacquaint them. Only later, as Vyke perched on the dais steps, a searing pain climbing up his arm, did he have his answer. “Witless, insolent martyr,” Morgott hissed. There was a familiar comfort in the litany of insults muttered under his breath, in between snippets of incantation. “Bereft of anything approximating sense. What madness compelled thee?” “A theory,” Vyke said, because desperation didn’t capture the same air of scholarly rigor. “I didn't think it would rebuff me as it did.” Morgott chose not to dignify that with an answer, although his brow furrowed—in concentration, or annoyance. Perhaps some quantity of both. More golden motes suffused the empty chamber as he spoke them into existence, giving the Erdtree Sanctuary a luminous aura. Like stray embers, drifting from a fire, before winking out one by one. Vyke’s teeth clenched as the magic washed over him, and in spite of himself, he found it difficult to look away. Under the pulse of amber light, skin knitted itself back together along the interstice. Blisters scabbing at unnatural speeds. The fractal burns lost some of the intensity in their color, but didn’t fully fade, as the sensation ebbed. Abruptly, the grip that had been steadying his arm released him. “There. For all the good it will do thee.” His shoulders hunched as he scowled down at his handiwork. “That scar is beyond my mending. Thou willst bear it in perpetuity.” Vyke inspected the raised lines branching across his skin. The residual pain had faded to a dull ache, and he exhaled silently. “Thank you for tending to—” “Of course, it would have been avoided altogether, hadst thou a shred of reason.” Vyke jerked back as the glowering face was thrust nearly into his. The sudden proximity, and the impropriety of it, were either ignored or beyond his care at the moment. Not all that surprising, since he was preoccupied with his own self-righteousness. “The thorns repel all manner of attack in equal measure. What didst thou think would happen when thou blasted it with lightning?” “I thought I might die and be spared another one of your lectures.” It was an irreverent thing to say to a demigod, let alone a scion of the Golden Lineage. But the aftereffects of the incantation had left him feeling lightheaded. His eyes drifted to the curtain of vines overhead, cascading in verdant arabesques, so that he didn’t have to meet his ornery stare. “At least we now know it doesn’t work.” Something about the absurd matter-of-factness appeared to mollify him. That, or the dissonance of Vyke's answer, with the precipitating event, had convinced him that lecturing was pointless. Which was why it startled Vyke when a calloused hand shot forward, and roughly seized his chin—and suddenly, he was forced to meet his gaze. Under the clinical scrutiny, he felt dissected. An insect with its wings pulled off. Whatever Morgott had been searching for, he either didn’t find it, or he was disappointed by what he did. The viselike fingers didn’t relent as he turned toward the woman observing nearby, arms folded over each other with practiced indifference. “Didst thou counsel him toward this lunacy, maiden?” She peered out from beneath the ornate fillet, the lacework rendering her a portrait framed in powdered snow. “I take credit for his achievements, not his follies,” she said. The faintest amusement crept into her voice. Then, more soberly, she continued. “I neither advised nor discouraged him, my lord. With the battery of tests we’ve already run, it seemed inevitable. What harm was there in trying?” The single, golden eye turned downward, toward the fractal pattern radiating across Vyke's skin. "What harm indeed."

His momentary inattention had loosened his grip, and Vyke extricated himself from it. He reclined a little against the steps, grateful for the support of the marble. “There’s not much point in proceeding with caution,” Vyke said. Not when resurrection had already turned his body into a thanatotic constellation of scars. If Vyke wanted, he could unfasten his other vambrace and show him the countless pale lines crisscrossing his skin. The physical memory of lacerations. Or shed the hauberk under his armor—the steel ringlets a pale imitation of the Great Runes humming below his chest—and reveal the shallow pits in his abdomen left by crossbolts. It was difficult to say if there was any part of him not marred, not touched in some way, by the endless cycle. His flesh was a mosaic of death. A small wonder, that self-preservation now felt antithetical.  Vyke had hoped the pragmatism would appeal to Morgott. Reassure him, maybe. He didn’t intend for Morgott’s expression to darken. His eye closed, and he breathed out a noise like loose parchment. “Maiden, kindly fetch him some water. There’s an ewer in my study.” She didn’t contest the dismissal. With a polite bow, she departed, her robes scattering erdleaves across the hallowed floor.

The fic this was taken from, Far Beyond the Sundown, is my interpretation of Vyke after he was brought back Tarnished. I'm a huge fan of @redzombie's headcanon that Vyke and Morgott knew each other. (And that Vyke was the only Tarnished that Morgott endorsed to become Elden Lord, way back when. Their alliance was kept a secret—especially after The Incident.)

[animentality]

you guys think the dark urge ever tried to kill gortash before the tadpole?

I think so, except it wasn't with a sword through his guts or a lightning bolt coursing through his heart, it was when gortash asked if he could stay for the night, just this once, and they did, because they knew, their time was coming and this was the only way for him to survive. he could handle orin, the way he could never handle them, and they knew how much it was going to hurt him, but they are the demigod of hurt and inflicted losses, the harbinger of grief and destruction, they are the scion of death and decay.

they'd never killed someone like that before. holding him in their arms, and silently saying goodbye.

[salemelas]

OC Masterpost

hihi! having to redo this because my previous one got borked, and posting it publicly so that i can link it easier without redirect issues (^^ゞ y'know how tumblr is, etc etc.

warning: this post is very long and has multiple images! (and speaking of those images, this site was used to create the tokens seen below.)

◈ Elder Scrolls

Rildras Moon-and-Star

Male, he/him

Dunmer

The Nerevarine and Nerevar reborn

Father of Vedyra, grandfather of Vedathyr, son of Nedrala and Azura

Former lover of Dagoth Ur

May be a demiprince, but hates the daedra (and admittedly also the aedra) with all his heart

Sword warrior and destruction caster

Retired to a life of being a mushroom farmer after raising his daughter to adulthood

#oc moon and star (tag is attached to post)

Dagoth Vedyra

Female, she/her

Dunmer

Scion of House Dagoth and Founder of the House Dagoth Reforged

Daughter of Rildras and Dagoth Ur, mother of Vedathyr and Strides-Through-Ashes, granddaughter of Nedrala and Azura

Arcanist

Scholar with a focus on the dwemer, especially their disappearance

#oc vedyra (tag is attached to post)

Dagoth Vedathyr

Male, he/him

Dunmer

Heir to House Dagoth

The Last Dragonborn

Member (not the leader!) of the Companions, werewolf

Dual-handed warrior

Son of Vedyra, grandson of Rildras and Dagoth ur, great-grandson of Nedrala and Azura

Mercenary much to his pleasure, legendary figure of history much to his displeasure

#oc vedathyr (tag is attached to post)

Nedrala

Female, she/her

Dunmer

Ashlander exile from the Urshilaku Tribe

Former consort and chosen of Azura

Potter by trade

Mother of Rildras, grandmother of Vedyra, great-grandmother of Vedathyr

No tag yet

Strides-Through-Ashes | Dagoth Nehota

Female

Argonian, she/her

Found by Vedyra as an abandoned egg

Shadowscale aspirant, assassin

Adopted daughter of Vedyra, biological parents unknown

Member of House Dagoth

No tag yet

Dagoth Tsabi

Female, she/her

Khajiit

Found by one of Vedyra's scouts as the sole survivor of an ambushed khajiiti caravan

Vedyra's apprentice for dwemer studies

Illusion and restoration caster

Scholar with a focus on dwemer technology

No tag yet

Dagoth Nenyael

Female, she/her

Altmer

Joined House Dagoth after being abandoned as a teenager by her family in Morrowind following a tryst with a dunmer boy that resulted in a pregnancy

Mother of a yet-to-be-named son

Vedyra's apprentice for arcane studies

Arcanist

Scholar with a focus on Apocrypha and Hermaeus Mora

No tag yet

Dagoth Dralyn

Male, he/him

Dunmer

Was once a of House Redoran, but was exiled for sympathizing with Vedyra's desire to rebuild House Dagoth; was subsequently welcomed into the House Dagoth Reforged with open arms

Restoration caster

Dabbles in a little bit of every trade that he can get his hands on

No tag yet

Lyrius | Wades-Through-Deep-Waters

Male, he/him

Altmer

Hero of Kvatch

Listener of the Dark Brotherhood

Was adopted by two argonian fishermen after his parents died in a shipwreck off the coast of the Black Marsh

Has worshiped Sithis since he was very young, as that his adopted parents worshiped Sithis

Dual dagger fighter

Accidental daedric prince

Lover of Lucien Lachance

#oc lyrius (tag is attached to post)

Kanbael

Male, he/him

Dunmer

Vestige

Champion of Vivec

Nightblade, dual-hand wielder nonetheless

Devout believer in the Tribunal

Part of the Thieves Guild

No tag yet

◈ Dungeons & Dragons

Vesper Dysgeyma

Nonbinary, they/he

Tiefling (Mammon)

Demigod of Umbra, god of the dead and dusk

College of Spirits bard

Lawful neutral

Joined the party to help them kill a despot king seeking immortality, stayed for the food

#oc vesper (tag is attached to post)

◈ Dragon Age

Talasan Mahariel

Male, he/him

Dalish elf

Hero of Ferelden (main)

Lover of Zevran

Father of Kieran and the glorious Barkspawn

Two handed weapon warrior

Brokered for peace between the Dalish and the werewolves

Sided with the mages

Sided with Prince Bhelen and Paradon Caridin

Saved Connor with the Circle of Magi's help

#oc talasan mahariel (tag is attached to post)

Andromache Surana

Female, she/her

Circle elf

Hero of Ferelden

Lover of Leliana

Spirit healer and blood mage

Brokered for peace between the Dalish and the werewolves

Sided with the mages

Sided with Prince Bhelen and Paragon Caridin

Sacrificed Isolde to save Connor

#oc andromache surana (tag is attached to post)

◈ Baldur's Gate 3

Vharis Zhendiae

Male, he/him

Drow

Dark Urge

Paladin of Vengeance

Lover of Astarion

Rejected the Urge

Twin brother of Luminara (my boyfriend's Dark Urge, who is not listed here for the reason of not being my OC)

#oc vharis zhendiae (tag is attached to post)

Red

Nonbinary, they/them

High elf

Dark Urge

Assassin rogue

Lover of Karlach

Rejected the Urge

No tag yet

Not yet added:

Dragon Age: Garrett Hawke; Inquisitor Athevera Lavellan; Inquisitor Ilrian Lavellan, Rook

Mass Effect: Ariane Shepard

Baldur's Gate 3: Azran, Serene