#dianthe: writing

[danelloevee-sky]

Cecania’s birthday

During this time, when a child was born with particularly strong light, they were taken in and trained to be a priest. Light priests are responsible for clearing away any darkness that is too dangerous for common folk. Some also regularly enter Eden as a group, with careful consideration to who will journey to the mountain during that week, in order to continue restoring the light.

After some major incidents, becoming a priest is now voluntary and one can retire whenever they choose to

[druidgroves]

got hit with sudden inspiration

[danelloevee-sky]

The gods in my sky world aren't good or bad, they just exist, create, and watch over the world. Light and Dark work to balance each other in order to sustain life.

My god of darkness resides in the depths of the ocean, and is the older than the god of earth and god of light.

While the gods are concerned with making sure that life flourishes, they aren't supposed to directly intervene with the choices of the people and creatures (free will and all that jazz). As such, the gods tend to keep a certain distance and not much is known about their personalities

Even with this distance, the god of darkness has granted blessings to those who are desperate to survive and change allowing them to become her children of darkness instead (krill and evening stars). It seems she's the type who finds it hard to ignore great suffering, and has the power to back her actions. Even so, she is more languid compared to the rather intense god of light, and will take time to make a new decision that may affect the course of the world

I want to see more takes on God of Darkness in Sky fandom. Angst is good, but I'm curious on what other people think. Is your darkness good, or bad or have grey morals? What's their personality? I'm a darkness enthusiast I wanna know...

[seastarblue]

Writemas Day Eight!

YAY ALEKSI TIME

it’s the boy’s time to SHINE go forth my son ✨

the prompts for today!

and the ones I picked were:

Graveyard setting

Dawn

He dropped his shield, and tears streaked through the blood on down his face (shhhh there’s no blood)

“Can you forgive me?”

Ache of wind stealing breath from lungs

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Breathing became difficult at the graveyards. That’s because they were situated so high up on the mountains—placed so that the stars themselves may touch the headstones. Flora decorated each one, a small garden of memorial for each person. One specific grave, however, was almost bare. It was here that one lone man stood, closer than the others dressed like him, his wheat-colored hair standing out against his black clothes and the dreary atmosphere.

He stood, staring despondently at the stone, which read “Dianthe”. Just Dianthe, no surname. Pixies didn’t choose those. When the man asked him about it, the pixie simply laughed and said they didn’t need them, because their lineages were carved into the mountains themselves.

Just yesterday his partner-in-justice was living, flitting from place to place, laughing. Now he was part of the mountain, just as he was before birth. ‘The cycle of life,’ the man had joked when Dianthe showed him where the Niali buried their dead. Now he wished he hadn’t poked fun at all.

No, he wished he had been able listen to Dianthe’s stories, hear his voice again, just see him alive and well. He wished he’d been able to save him.

As he reminisced, grief weighed on him, threatening to crush his body whole. But he needed to keep up appearances—the captain was right there. He could not seem weak. So he stood. And stood. And stood.

He stood until the other knights dispersed, he stood until the graveyard was silent as it could have ever been. He stood until the dawn came, calm, serene, lighting up the world when his was so, so dark.

Then, only then, did he lower his internal shield, and drop to his knees, and let his tears streak down his face.

When he spoke, he could barely recognize the sound. Quiet and broken, like the mountain winds themselves had snatched the air right from his lungs.

“Can you forgive me, Dia?”

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:>

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[utilitycaster]

My current character is Sir Dianthe “Badge” Kallas— a Knight of Solamnia in a Dragonlance campaign, a Human Battlemaster Fighter with Polearm Master and Sentinel. (I wrote an advice ask to you a while back and then went on too much about this campaign already, so sorry about that.)

Badge comes from a long line of knights and servants of the realm. The Code of Knighthood she’s sworn to uphold is rigid; it doesn’t allow retreat, surrender, or attacking your enemy unawares. It often clashes with her fierce pragmatism and desire to save lives.

She’s very much the mundane one of her party, amongst two Sorcerers and a Paladin. She reads maps, strategizes, helps them navigate local politics, and hits things with a big pointy stick. All three of her companions have spoken to the gods and channel their power.

The gods have been gone from this setting for centuries till now, so Badge grew up religious in an atheistic sort of way– steeped in rituals of worship, but never expecting the god himself to intercede. Coping with the sudden presence of the gods has been confusing and overwhelming. She’s now seen dishonored knights face eternal punishment from her god, and believes that the same is her fate, for every time she’s broken her oath.

Mechanically, it’s really fun to play field control and tank at the same time. Polearm Master + Sentinel + Reach can rob an enemy of a full melee round, Maneuvering attack lets me help the Sorcerers get out of melee, and Bait and Switch is a good fallback, since our healer Sorcerer has an AC of 12. Basically my character has a “you have to go through me” build, and it’s very fun.

Overall Badge is a character who knows she can’t save the world, but she can save her friends and believes they will save the world. Not the most original concept, but super fun to dig into and play out. Might get a dramatic death in this arc– we’ve been playing this campaign for two years now, and I never expected her to live this long. Then again, she does have a lot of Kaladin in her DNA and might end up surviving longer than she’d like.

PS- Thanks for doing this. I’m struggling not to be sick with anxiety today, and writing this out has been a really welcome distraction.

Thanks for voting and showing one of the super cool stickers! [reminder to everyone: if you do not want to reveal where you live, you can send me a sticker privately via dm and then ask a question publicly, I will not tell people where you live]

anyway, obviously "Kaladin in her DNA" is catnip to me personally and for those not familiar with Kaladin, "sworn to a rigid code but loves pragmatism and saving lives" is the vibe. I fucking love pragmatically saving lives. everyone who doesn't is wrong. I also love Battlemasters. I'm playing a fighter for the first time ever right now and fighters CAN be pretty high utility if you do it right, and Battlemaster in particular can really do a lot of crowd control and buffing. I also love the idea of the gods suddenly returning and people coping with that!

[volatilebirch]

Some recent reads

I've been recording my thoughts and just diaries/logs of what I read and what I thought about what I read since 2020 but never posted it anywhere (I don't have a goodreads or anything, I generally trust my own intuition and skimming skills to determine whether or not I want to read something). However I thought people might be interested in them so I'll post them here. A lot are from classes in uni.

The Moonstone (Wilkie Collins):

First novel I read this year, for my mystery and detective fiction course in university. As far as my book review notes state, it is a "really hilarious and exciting mystery novel with a lot of interesting themes, including race, property, ownership, colonization, and religion" and I rated it 9/10. Of course I wrote more in detail about it in my work for the course but who wants to read that.

The Time Machine (HG Wells):

I read this for my course on the fundementals of science fiction. It explores ideas of class and race and how that could influence human evolution, but more closely it tells a tale of how human perception warps reality. 9/10

Of One Blood; Or, The Hidden Self (Pauline E. Hopkins)

7/10. Has a lot of interesting themes (the limitations of the flesh, science versus mesmerism, the African root of mankind, Afrofuturism) and I really enjoyed writing an essay on it for my course (the Sci Fi one) but there were certain chapters that dragged down my rating a little. But that's also because I consider how much I enjoyed a book as well as how technically "good" I think it is when rating, and I got frustrated with Reuel's treatment of Dianthe often.

Indemnity Only (Sara Paretsky)

Read this for my mystery class too. I'm not usually into gritty crime dramas but I love VI Warshawski (the novel's detective) especially because she narrates all the specific things she eats. Like yes, I do want to hear about your cream of wheat, it's important, thank you. 7/10

[tanoraqui]

Sentences Saturday

@thelordofgifs tagged me to share "some sentences" from a WIP (side note: I love how far this has devolved from neat tag memes like "Five-Sentence Friday" or even "WIP Wednesday). As it so happens, I spent yesterday and today writing a short little thing for the Chronicles of the Kencyrath, so here it is in full! Tagging @finxwrites, @smallblueandloud and @words-writ-in-starlight to go next if you want :)

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Smothering, twisting darkness swirled around them in a dancing duel with silver-pale weirding mist, and the mist was winning. Where it cleared away the taint and then itself, it revealed a silent battlefield—exhausted, watching the center where the Tyr-Ridan stood, the living all still alive for now and the dead all staying dead at last. Rathilien was saved. Perimal Darkling was destroyed.

Yet darkness still loomed in front of them, utter, absolute Darkness. Ahead and behind. The ground had stopped shaking—Mother Ragga stood watching with the rest, not far away. But something still shifted unsteadily beneath Jame’s feet. Some loose thread—loose steering rope, loose fate whipping in the winds of history—was left untied.

"We have to go back." Her lips were numb with the realization. "We have to go back and start it all."

Kindrie shouted, a wordless rathorn cry of grief beyond endurance. He turned away and strode to where Kirien stood, not far behind them (or maybe distance hadn't mattered in…about as long as time hadn’t mattered).

He took her in his arms and kissed her fiercely, then pressed their foreheads gently together. The serpent cloak on his shoulders wrapped around them both.

Jame looked away to give them their privacy.

The final battlefield was full of friends and loved ones, kith and kin, more alive than she would have expected. Timmon and Gorbel were leaning heavily on one another, as were Trishien and Dianthe of Danior, all surrounded by Kendar of a melange of houses. Randiroc’s jewel-jaws were feasting on his corpse, which was fair. A few steps away, Death’s-head had started eating the Dark Judge’s corpse, which would probably give him indigestion. Before Ashe had finally gone still with the rest of the haunts, she’d sat back to back with Harn, who was gritting his teeth over a mangled forearm while Sheth, kneeling beside them, tore and tied his black coat into a hasty tourniquet.

The Kencyr had gathered closest to their lords and lady, but they were far from alone on the field. Gran Cyd bent a bloody-speared Chingetai into a passionate kiss and showed no sign of stopping. Wolvers began to howl, a rippling harmony of triumph tinged with mourning. An assortment of Tai-tastigonian gods, Bashti ancestors and other deities still ran amok, mopping up shadows with spears, fire, frying pans and odder weapons, egged on by Old Man Tishoo soaring above. Through the howling chorus, Jame heard a distinct quonk! Further yet, Arribek sen Tenzi was already stalking around, rallying his hillmen for whatever came next.

He wasn’t the only one. Countless people looked back at Jame and in their eyes she could see that one word from her, the slightest nod, and despite their wounds, exhaustion, and dawning sense of relief, they would stand and follow unflinchingly into the darkness. Brier was already getting to her feet, with blood coating her side and a mulish set to her chin. Yce was glaring past Jame, past Tori, straight into the heart of Perimal Darkling, teeth bared and legs coiled to pounce on the enemy that still hadn’t fully vacated her territory.

Kindrie let go of Kirien at last, and she of him. As he walked back to his cousins, the serpentine Cloak pressed closer and closer to his skin until it sank in completely, leaving only a ghost of snakes’ heads at his shoulders. As it faded, Kindrie shone brighter and brighter, with a white light so pure that it burned Jame’s eyes.

She turned away, and dropped the ivory Knife from her right hand. It disappeared into the shadows curling around her feet and never landed; in its place her claws slid out, longer and sharper and more natural-feeling than ever before. Each would be deadly with only a scratch. 

As usual, Torisen was the last to join them. He hasn’t reacted at all to Jame’s words; his head was bowed over the Book still open in his hands, his shoulders hunched.

With a deep breath, he straightened. The Book flared and fell into ashes in his hands. The fire licked down the bonds that tied the Knorth to their lord, and the Kencyrath to their Highlord, and set them all loose before any could be drawn into the Darkness before the three of them. Pure Creation remained, unbound, and the Kenthiar on his neck blazed as brightly silver as his open eyes.

Jame snapped her few bonds with a flick of her wrist, as easy as breathing for Destruction incarnate. With her other hand, she turned her claws carefully away one last time as she took her brother’s scarred hand, and leaned her shoulder against his. Her odd, black-purple glow was dark against his silver, though still bright against the Darkness.

On her other side, Preservation gripped the loose sleeve of her d’hen, just in case the road was rough.

And so the three faces of the Kencyr god, Torrigien, Regonereth and Argentiel, walked out of Rathilien and into the Darkness beyond worlds, beyond time.

A little while later and thirty thousand years earlier, the Three-Faced god bound together the Kendar, the Arrin-ken, the in-between race that would be known as Highborn, and the short gray folk who had always called themselves Builders, and charged them to fight the purest malevolence of entropy until it was defeated—and then upon its defeat, to the stupefaction of many on a small, divinity-packed world far down the Chain of Creation, released them all at last.

[writers-abyss]

A bit of writing. Fantasy. Lesbians✨️. Second meeting between one of the main characters, Jun, and her love interest (and general badass) Dianthe. Mostly description of the setting (a fantasy casino)

Tw: brief mention of smoking and alcohol, potentially suggestive content (mild)

Jun glanced one last time at the card Dianthe had given her. The name and address matched the flashy establishment in front of her. Although humble compared to the stories high glitz and glamour of the infamous casinos in Arberyn, the Silver Imp was impressive in its own right. It was one of only a few second-rate gambling dens in the city. There wasn’t as much money in the business as there was in the sorts of things Jun ran, but the Silver Imp had made a certain name for itself in the city’s greasy lower half. It was the kind of place that would make Anci cringe and Oriel blush.

Music assaulted her ears as soon Jun stepped through the door. It smelled like smoke and liquor, which was probably the only thing in this place that Jun was familiar with. The lights were bright and saturated. The people were dressed in cheap imitations of expensive fashion. Littered across the floor were tables where people sat and played games, some loud and laughing, some red-faced furious and drunk, some cold and quietly calculated, cards tipped suspiciously away from the others at the table. Waiters, wearing velvety silver and red vests with odd little ties around their necks, wafted between the patrons, carrying drinks and food and bright fake smiles. The dealers were all manner of creature, their uniforms seemingly designed to show off their respective peculiarities. One was scaly, his lower half replaced with the tail of a snake, dressed in a tight turtleneck that complimented his sleek figure. Another had curly hair and a fluffy tail, a dress with a low white top and frilly black skirt nicely complimenting her soft curves. There was one whose red-tinted glasses made the third eye on their forehead all the more noticeable, white gloves covering only the thumb, index, and middle fingers of their six-fingered hands. The only consistency between all the outfits seemed to be the white top and black bottom, with silver and red accessories where needed.

Jun wasn’t sure whether the display was brilliant, unnerving, or just blatantly offensive. It was no wonder Dianthe had found a place here, though. She fit in perfectly with the collection of oddities. For that matter, though, so did Jun…

She banished the thought, continuing her search until she found the dealer she was looking for. Dianthe was on the left of the room, dealing a round of cards for some sour-looking patrons. Her eyes were a sharp silver; a slight smile played on her reddened lips, and her fingers moved with an easy, comfortable grace. Her whole demeanour had changed from the awkward, clumsy girl Jun had met in the bar. It was intriguing.

The flowers in Dianthe’s hair were a bouquet of red, white, and silver- the colors of the club, Jun had realized. There was a large blood red rose right over where her short brown hair would’ve parted, smaller flowers spreading out from it. They formed a sort of crown around her head on one side. On the other, the little blossoms trailed down her face, over her rosy cheek, down her neck and across her collarbone, then down further until they disappeared into the shadows of her partially unbuttoned white blouse.

[rlainarin]

tagged by @big-cheesy-productions to do nine ship songs, so let's check in on my video game children and their beloveds!

1: Angharad/Zevran - Collar Full - Panic! at the Disco

'Cause there's always time for second guesses, I don't wanna know If you're gonna be the death of me, that's how I wanna go

2: Arinda/Morrigan - Jet Pack Blues - Fall Out Boy

She's in a long black coat tonight Waiting for me in the downpour outside She's singing, "Baby, come home" in a melody of tears While the rhythm of the rain keeps time

3: Cyara/Alistair - Not Yet/Love Run (Reprise) - The Amazing Devil

It seems oh it seems To me That you You can’t dance For shit

4: Hawk/Anders - Stigmatized - The Calling

I believe in you Even if no one understands I believe in you, and i don't really give a damn

5: Dianthe Hawke/Fenris - A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me - Fall Out Boy

I don't blame you for being you But you can't blame me for hating it So, say, what are you waiting for, kiss her, kiss her I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late

6: Neil Hawke/Merrill - Get It Right The First Time - Billy Joel

I'm not much good at conversation I never was too smooth at comin' on real strong If all it takes is inspiration Then I might have just what it takes If I don't make no bad mistakes

7: Talbeth Adaar/Sera - Save World Get Girl - I Fight Dragons

Nowhere to runaway, not today Outnumbered, that's the trick of it No more to lose, and so here we go now Don't turn around, we wanna show

8: Adall Lucrez/Ifan ben-Mezd - Laughter Lines - Bastille

You took me to your favourite place on Earth To see the tree they cut down ten years from your birth Our fingers traced in circles round its history We brushed our hands right back in time through centuries.

9: Kameru Inase/Daeran Arendae - It's Not A SIde Effect of the Cocaine, I Am Thinking It Must Be Love - Fall Out Boy

Put your hand between An aching head and an aching world We'll make them so jealous We'll make them hate us

tagging @wild-houseplant, @mocha-writes, @jellydishes

[vrylium]

Do you plan to write more dianth stories or do a continuation of gbtq 2.0 with her?

It is not likely, as we shall see, the events of GBTQ 2.0 and the dynamic between A&T will be bit more complex than 1.0. I don’t have everything between them written out yet though, just a general outline, so I would have to do an analysis to see if it’s at all feasible or if things are too fucked up for something like that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[danelloevee-sky]

Hi, Here I am to ask

6 and 12 for the sillies (Ved and clement because they are the only ones I know)

SO, I also leave 5 and 11 for any skykid that you really feel like talking about and introducing to curious people like me

6. How does your skykid feel about the Elders?

Ved is a Herald, a people that were Megabird's first attempt at cleansing the corruption on the world and restoring the balance between Light and Darkness. In general Heralds didn't hate the Elders and Ancestors, but they didn't view the Elders positively and thought of them as rather foolish and/or selfish. The one who raised Ved had a kinder outlook on them, so Ved sees them as authority who made big mistakes and are paying the price for it. Not the most positive, but not entirely negative either. They don't really interact with any of the Elders aside from Tsadi on occasion and Lamed (since they lived and work in Vault). They were the ones who let Ved into the Vault where they stayed for thousands of years. Ved respects Lamed for looking after them and because they're their boss. Ved doesn't really go into the Prairie, Forest, and Valley Temples and has no desire to meet with their Elders. Out of all the Elders, Daleth is the one they feel most sorry for.

Clement has a light core but he is not a Child of Light. He is a Witch, created by the God of Earth. Witches are a neutral third party between Light and Darkness. He doesn't really have much of an opinion on the Elders, and respects them in the way a diplomat would respect the leaders of a different nation.

12. Skykid’s feelings on dark creatures?

Ved has seen a variety of Dark Creatures that live in their native Darklands when they were young, and thinks they are rather interesting and beautiful animals. The "Dark Dragons/Krill" in this story are deeply changed Light Creatures. Ved feels pity towards them but understands that they are dangerous and will not hesitate to harm one if needed.

Clement was born after the division of the lands and has only seen smaller more harmless Dark Creatures that stayed in the Lightlands or are brought into the Witches Forest. He secretly thinks the small ones are kind of cute. When it comes to eating them, he gets overly vigilant about making sure they're safe for consumption.

5. How does your skykid feel towards the ancestors? Do they have a favorite? A least favorite?

Mei is a historian and an archivist and thinks the Ancestors are very interesting. Despite being spirits, many of the Ancestors live and work alongside Skyborn. To her they're almost like literal living memories, but regular people at the same time? A lot of the Ancestors remaining memories and stories have already been recorded as much as possible by the time she started working at the Vault, but there are always some small overlooked discoveries every few years. Mei's focus is on the era of the Heralds and always tries to consult the Ancestors on her research as the Heralds are all gone (Ved's identity as one is a secret). Her favorite is Wise Grandparent, who always rambles but looks out for the archivists

11. Skykid’s feelings on light creatures?

Yara loves animals, especially Light Creatures. She first tried applying to jobs that involved them: manta trainer, messenger (works with birds), etc, but it ended up that they would always play too much for a work setting so in the end she became a Guide assigned to Prairie instead

Send asks!

[druidgroves]

i need to do another dianthe play thru before i write fictions between her & gale 🤔

[seastarblue]

this is so funny because

Felix was originally dead at the beginning

then I got attached n I didn’t want him to die

then I decided Dianthe would die

but then I got too attached to HIM and decided to kill him off before the story started

then ALEKSI the LOYALEST BOY EVER was going to betray the gang but I realized that he’s too loyal for that also I can’t write betrayal (yet)

phew so no. I’m not permanently killing off anyone I don’t think. Maybe I will idkkk

which oc are you going to kill off?

[seastarblue]

Enter: Sea’s Story #1– ‘Interwoven’ (Masterpost)

💫GOOD DAY 💫

⚠️ THIS IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION! ⚠️

Synopsis:

(uh)(it’s a-coming gimme a sec)

Tropes:

Found family, queer cast, big cast (8 main ones hoo boy), crime solving, enemies to friends (bc that’s a thing right), high fantasy, outcasts coming together to Do Things, will add more.

Themes:

Friends and their importance, ‘maybe the world isn’t as good as we thought it was’, loyalty, power, justice, trust (both in yourself and in others), identity and belonging.

Characters (linked to their bios—ps you can find more on specific characters under the tag: #osea: *first name* (ex: osea: Kaiden will take you to Kaiden’s stuff!) and for the whole gang #osea: the interwoven gang)

Kaiden Evania

Felix BonaDea

Zhao Li Hua

Harper O’Kennedy

Noha de Escarra

Mehri Al-Adwan

Evangeline Pierce

Aleksi Eskola

Dianthe

Lloyd Santhuff

Vivirette Hawthorne

The Weaver

Groups:

The Nikasa

The Fifth Order

The Emerald Guard

Worldbuilding:

The World

The Nations

Languages

Magic (and an ask on the Deathless curse —extra bonus content on Goose the Doggie)

Species

Gods

The Azari Knightage (Ask)

The Noble Houses of Nialon and the Council

Writing:

Masterpost here!

Miscellaneous:

Picrews (more on the way!)

Skits (more on the way!)

[cathplayssims]

The Witch And Her Puppy Part - 5

(Notes: I changed up the writing style but don't worry it still fits into the plotline that I have planned, this part was soo fun to make, it's far from perfect but hey, it worked out at the end?🤔 In this part Candice got herself in trouble during her battle with Dianthe but her cute puppy ended up saving her in the end).

[eternalflowershipping]

If there is life after the Earth-life, will you come with me? Even then? If we're meant to be something, why not together.

Dianthus of Oenoe (also called Dia or very rarely Dianthe) is my main sona / self insert / etc. She's basically me but if i was in Hade game's setting <3 more info below! ( Art credits: Laurel (TH) / 2nd drawing is by me )

She's physically in her 20s and about 5'4. Her father was a human merchant from somewhere in Sub-Saharan Africa, and her mother was Chloris, a nymph-goddess from Etruria. Due to being half nymph Dianthus has some powers over plantlife herself, but they're very weak and mostly useless. Her hair and body will sometimes sprout flowers or even fruit, but it tends to happen randomly, and like any flower they eventually wilt overtime! She met Theseus while still alive, and aided him in his battle against the Bull of Marathon. Afterwards Theseus returned to Athens, but he intended to return to Dia's home so that he may have her hand in marriage. Unfortunately, however, Theseus was soon sent off to Crete to deal with another bull problem overseas, and Dia had to leave her home to avoid an arranged marriage. After this and up until her death, she became a Maenad, a member of the retinue of Dionysus, and thru him became associated with the Eleusisian mysteries. When she died, her body was transformed into a carnation. Later, in Elysium, she reunited with King Theseus, and helped him again, this time in the task of bringing Asterius to Elysium! Within the blessed fields, she works as a librarian. She's a rather sweet girl for the most part, and tries her best to be kind to others. However... she can also be a bit arrogant and self centered as well. She's very stubborn and headstrong when she needs to be, but also won't hesitate to give up on a task if it proves to be too much- she's very concerned for her own rest and relaxation, after all. When it comes to Theseus and Asterius, she often has to remind them to take breaks as well! Silly funfacts: ~ She writes gay fanfiction of heroes even more ancient than those of greece. ask her about her gilgamesh/enkidu yaoi collection (don't actually ask her she'll get embarassed) ~ within a plaza of elysium, there's a board within the plaza where shades can come by and pin things they've written. one user of this board is only known as "championsgirl01" and writes some very passionate posts... most of them in defense of the king himself.

~ Her favourite flower is actually the sunflower, but she also loves pink roses and carnations, her namesake. ~ She collects merch of the champions, and is the vice president of their fanclub. She also watches every match! ...In reality, though, she really doesn't care that much about the sportmanship thing. She just likes watching sweaty buff guys battling it out. ~ Friends with Patroclus, Achilles, Dusa, and surprisingly, Alecto. Has a weird frenemies thing with Zagreus. Co-workers with Hypnos but he's always asking what Asterius is up to which makes her look at him with daggers in her eyes </3