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Leon x Lykos Chapter 9

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♆ Poseidon ♆

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♆ :Etymology: ♆

Greek Name: Ποσειδων Transliteration: Poseidôn

Latin Spelling: Poseidon Translation: Neptunus, Neptune

Study.com Result: The most accepted interpretation stems from the root da-, meaning "earth" or "land." Poseidon's entire name literally translates to "lord of the earth" or "master of the earth."

♆ :Relationships: ♆

Main Spouse: Amphitrite, Goddess of the sea

Affairs: Aphrodite, Asteria, Demeter, Gaia, Hestia, Thetis, Medusa

Siblings: Zeus, Hades, Hera, Hestia, Demeter

Parents: Rhea and Cronus/Kronos

Most Known Children: Triton, Pegasus, Theseus, Polyphemus, Athena

Least Known Children: Aeolus, Asopus, Daimones Proseoous, Despoena, Proteus, Telchines

Nymph Children: Aethusa, Benthesicyme, Herophile, Cymopoleia, Urea, Rhode/Rhodos

Giant Children: Aloadae, Antaeus, Ephialtes, Charybdis, Chrysaor, Laestrygon, Orion, Otus

Animal Children: Arion, Pegasus, Chrysomallus

Mortal Children: Abas, Agelus, Agenor, Aeolus/Hellen, Achaeus, Almopus, Aloeus, Althepus, Ampheres, Amphimarus, Amycus, Ancaeus, Anthas, Aspledon, Atlas, Augeas, Autochthon, Azaes, Bellerophon, Belos, Boeotus, Busiris, Butes, Delphus, Dercynus, Diaprepres, Dictys, Edonus, Eirene, Elasippus, Eleus, Ephoceus, Epopeus, Erginus, Eryx, Evadne, Euemon, Eumolpus, Euphemus, Eurypylus, Eurytus, Eusirus, Gadeirus/Eumelus, Hallirhothius, Hippothoon/Hippothous, Hopleus, Hyperes/Hyperenor, Hyrieus, Ialebion, Caucon, Celaenus, Cenchrias, Cercyon, Chios, Chryses, Cromus, Cteatus, Cychreus, Cycnus, Lamia, Leches, Lelex, Leucon, Lycus, Megareus, Melas, Messapus, Mestor, Minyas, Mneseus, Molionidae, Mygdon, Nauplius, Nausithous, Neleus, Nireus, Nycteus, Oeoclus, Onchestus, Paeon, Parnassus, Pelasgus, Pelias, Peratus, Periclymenus, Corynetes, Phaeax, Phineus, Phocus, Phthius, Poltys, Procrustes, Sarpedon, Sciron, Taphius, Taras, Thasus, Theseus, Triopas

♆ :Sacred: ♆

Animals: Horses, Dolphins, Bulls

Items: Trident

Plants: Pine Tree, Wild Celery

♆ :Devotional Info: ♆

Major Arcana: The Emperor, The Chariot, Wheel of Fortune, Justice, The Tower, The Star, The Moon

Tarot Suits: King of Swords, Knight of Swords, Page of Cups, King of Cups

Color Associations: Black, Blue, White, Gold

Days: 7th/8th day of the month

Seasons: Winter, Fall

Consumables: Tuna/Fish, Wine, Ambrosia, Nectar

Modern Consumables: Literally Anything, but especially Fish and Wine

[4mph1r1t3]

name them all/j

you dare challenge me?

POSEIDON - WIFE

(1) DIVINE OFFSPRINGS

AIOLOS, ASOPOS (Asopus), ATHENE (Athena), DAIMONES PROSEOOUS (Six Diamond Spirits),DESPOINE (Despoena), PROTEUS, TELKHINES (Telchines), TRITON

(2) NYMPH OFFSPRING

AITHOUSA (Aethusa), BENTHESIKYME (Benthesicyme), HEROPHILE,  KYMOPOLEIA (Cymopoleia), OUREA (Urea), RHODE or RHODOS

(3) GIANT OFFSPRING

ALOADAI (Aloadae), ANTAIOS (Antaeus), EPHIALTES, KHARYBDIS (Charybdis), KHRYSAOR (Chrysaor),LAISTRYGON (Laestrygon), ORION, OTOS (Otus), POLYPHEMOS (Polyphemus)

(4) ANIMAL OFFSPRING

AREION (Arion), KHRYSOMALLOS (Chrysomallus), PEGASOS (Pegasus)

(5) MORTAL OFFSPRING

ABAS, AGELOS (Agelus), AGENOR, AIOLOS or HELLEN (Aeolus), AKHAIOS (Achaeus), ALMOPOS (Almopus), ALOEUS, ALTHEPOS (Althepus), AMPHERES, AMPHIMAROS (Amphimarus), AMYKOS(Amycus), ANKAIOS (Ancaeus), ANTHAS, ASPLEDON, ATLAS, AUGEIAS (Augeas),AUTOKHTHON (Autochthon), AZAES, BELLEROPHON, BELOS (Belus), BOIOTOS(Boeotus) BOUSIRIS (Busiris), BOUTES (Butes), DELPHOS (Delphus), DERKYNOS (Dercynus), DIAPREPRES, DIKTYS (Dictys), EDONOS (Edonus), EIRENE (Irene), ELASIPPOS (Elasippus), ELEIOS (Eleus), EPHOKEUS (Ephoceus), EPOPEUS, ERGINOS (Erginus), ERYX, EUADNE (Evadne), EUAIMON (Euemon),  EUMOLPOS (Eumolpus), EUPHEMOS (Euphemus), EURYPYLOS (Eurypylus), EURYTOS (Eurytus), EUSIROS (Eusirus), GADEIROS/EUMELOS (Gadeirus/Eumelus), HALLIRHOTHIOS (Hallirhothius), HIPPOTHOON/HIPPOTHOUS, HOPLEUS, HYPERES/HYPERENOR, HYRIEUS, IALEBION, IDAS, KAUKON (Caucon), KELAINOS(Celaenus), KENKHRIAS (Cenchrias), KERKYON (Cercyon), KHIOS (Chios), KHRYSES(Chryses), KROMOS (Cromus), KTEATOS (Cteatus), KYKHREUS (Cychreus), KYKNOS(Cycnus), LAMIA, LEKHES (Leches), LELEX, LEUKON (Leucon), LYKOS (1) (Lycus), LYKOS (2) (Lycus), MEGAREUS, MELAS,  MESSAPOS, MESTOR, MINYAS, MNESEUS, MOLIONIDAI (Molionidae), MYGDON, NAUPLIOS (Nauplius), NAUSITHOOS(Nausithous), NELEUS, NIREUS, NYKTEUS (Nycteus), OIOKLOS (Oeoclus), ONKHESTOS (Onchestus), PAION (Paeon), PARNASSOS (Parnassus), PELASGOS (Pelasgus), PELIAS, PERATOS (Peratus), PERIKLYMENOS (Periclymenus), PERIPHETES/KORYNETES (Corynetes), PHAIAX (Phaeax), PHINEUS, PHOKOS(Phocus), PHTHIOS (Phthius), POLTYS, PROKUSTES (Procrustes), SARPEDON, SKEIRON (Sciron)

TAPHIOS (Taphius), TARAS,THASOS,THESEUS, TRIOPAS

(6) ADOPTED

Lethia, Icey/🧊 Anon, Snowflake/❄️ Anon, Star/Shooting Star/💫 Anon, CC/Cotton Candy/🩷🩵 Anon, Orange/🍊Anon, Neolea, Ghostly Ghoul Anon, Lotus/🪷 Anon, Bubble/🫧 Anon, Sleepy Anon, Lemon/🍋 Anon, Poseidon girly, Maggie, Coral/🪸, Blue/🫐 Anon

APHRODITE - STEP MOTHER (?)

(1) DIVINE OFFSPRING

ANTEROS, BEROE, DEIMOS, EROS, EROTES, HARMONIA, HERMAPHRODITOS, HIMEROS, IAKKHOS (Iacchus), PEITHO, PHOBOS, POTHOS, PRIAPOS (Priapus), RHODOS/RHODE (DEPENDING ON THE NAME)

(2) MORTAL OFFSPRING

AENEAS, ASTYNOOS, ERYX, HEROPHILOS/HEROPHILE, LYROS

(3) ADOPTED

Caleb 

SOURCE; (not adopted)

[camleecomics]

Bedros and Edonus

Leon and Lykos' buddies

[jejesoso]

The List

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Children_of_Poseidon

This has 134 links and somehow isn't complete.

There's Ourea, Phaunos, Cenchirias, Lekhes, Atlas, Gadeirus, Procrustes, Kromos, Nireus, Idas, Dictys, Oeoclus, Aspledon, Onchestus, Chryses, Parnassos, Nireus, Paeon(Edonus), Eryx, Phytius, Torone, Lamus, Onchestus, Chrysomallus, Mygdon, Abderus missing

[trucbiduleschouettes]

Panadu crew (both current and former PCs) now complete!!!

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From left to right, top to bottom:

Tak and Vinegar belongs to Robin

Edonus to @bubbakenzie 

Katellig is mine~

Rosie and Elio are @sessenaa ‘s

Ember is @katarrinskey ‘s 

and Faydra is Jen’s! 

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Leon x Lykos Chapter 8

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Cat was distracted, unfocused, uncertain, until his face accidentally met Zinn’s fist hard enough to bruise. Sitting on his ass, he stared up in surprise. He should have moved out of the way. In hindsight, it was a completely telegraphed attack, and there had been plenty of time to move. Compared to all the times that he had been hit on the head, this was new. All the other times he had been meant to stay still and take it and he had always done well at that, but this time he was meant to avoid it and he had failed.

“If you will be careless, you should not be here,” Zinn said, with a hint of annoyance that Cat had never heard before. Being bad at something was acceptable. Being distracted was irritating. “You are of no use if you will daydream.��

Cat folded his legs under himself, bending his head down. “I’m sorry.”

“Do not kneel in front of me. Do I look like your master?”

“No, Specialist Zinn,” Cat said, but he was utterly frozen. He thought that meant that he should move. He did not know what other position to take.

“I do not care what little personal dramas you are having,” Zinn said, certain that it was only that. It happened with every student at least once. “Tomorrow you will leave them at the door, is that understood?”

“Yes, Specialist Zinn,” Cat said.

“Focus should not be something I have to teach you.”

Cat bit his lip, feeling correctly reprimanded. He had learned focus the hard way, when he was so young that he had barely had any sense of self. A response was required, so he said, “I’m sorry, Specialist Zinn. I will do better.”

“You will,” Zinn said. “I will discuss this incident with both your sponsor and your engineer. You are dismissed.”

“Yes, Specialist Zinn,” Cat said quietly. Twice in two days Zinn had ordered him to leave early. He was ashamed. He had to do better tomorrow.

Cat showered, but he was not in the mood for lunch. He went back home instead, where there was no chance of running into Warm As The Moon or anyone in their group of friends. However, he did not want to be alone either so he sat down in the common area, curling up in one of the couches. Silver settled in his lap and purred as he stroked her. Destiny was in a corner working on something on a screen, and Edonus was playing with Celeste by helping her make shapes out of magnetic building blocks.

Cat kind of wished that he could play with blocks too, but instead he watched tension slide into Edonus’s back and the posture subtly change as Edonus realised there was something in the room he did not understand. Cat waited, predicting almost to the second, when Edonus would turn his head and ask.

“Who are you?” Edonus said.

“I’m Cat. I live here now,” Cat answered, like he always did. Destiny looked up from the screen for a moment, as if to check whether Cat needed any help.

“Did I forget again?” Edonus asked.

“Yes,” Cat said, knowing that it was best to be honest.

Edonus thought about it very hard, then he said, “Are you normally here at this time of day?”

“No,” Cat said. “Zinn sent me out early.”

Edonus frowned. He knew who Zinn was. “You don’t look like a combat specialist.”

“Oh, I’m not,” Cat said. “Zinn is just teaching me self-defence.”

From Edonus’s expression, this was clearly nonsense, but Cat was saved from having to explain by Ghost’s arrival. Edonus immediately turned all his attention back to his child. It was not fear – it was as if Edonus simply decided that the presence of a controller meant that everything was fine and correct and did not need to be questioned in any way.

“You aren’t at lunch?” Ghost asked.

“I don’t feel like it,” Cat said. He noted that Destiny seemed to be about to die of curiosity in the corner. Awkward.

Ghost gave him a quizzical look. Cat being off food was highly unusual. He led with, “What happened to your face?”

“Zinn hit me,” Cat answered. “It was an accident.”

Ghost tilted Cat’s face one way then the other with a light touch. He ran his fingers over the bruise gently, seeing that there was very little swelling. Zinn had not hit Cat with the intention to hurt – the angle of the blow was a little wrong for that, and it did not look like Zinn had used anywhere near his full force.

“I wasn’t paying attention,” Cat explained, confused by the care Ghost examined him with. “It doesn’t really hurt,” he assured. “It’ll be gone soon.”

“I’m sure,” Ghost said dryly. “Can we talk privately?”

Cat picked up Silver and headed to their rooms with Ghost. He paused in the centre of the living room, cuddling Silver.

“What happened last night?” Ghost asked, once the door was shut.

“Nothing,” Cat said, because it was nothing, really. It had just been sex.

“What were you doing before you came home last night?” Ghost corrected, trying to find the right question. He had allowed Cat to share his bed last night, assuming that Cat’s low mood was due to something unimportant and that physical contact would fix it. He had slept with Cat curled up against his back and a cat draped over his neck, and in the morning Cat had seemed his usual self. But something must have happened.

“I went to Warm As The Moon’s room,” Cat said, a little worried that Ghost would disapprove.

“And what did you do there?”

“They fucked me,” Cat said. What else would he go to someone’s room for?

“Did Ice do something you didn’t like?” Ghost asked.

Cat frowned. “It was just sex.”

“I see,” Ghost said, going to his room to start getting changed.

Cat trailed after, not sure that Ghost saw at all. “It was just sex,” he said again. “They didn’t hurt me.”

“That is a very low bar, Cat.”

Cat watched Ghost put on new clothes, familiar now with the sight with Ghost’s skin. He liked looking. If he could touch, he would have.

“I do not like Ice. I disagree with many of their strategy choices in the field and I do not like how they treat their teams,” Ghost said. “But I warned them that they should not play sex games with you and I do not believe they would intentionally hurt you. So what happened?”

“It was… Just sex. No games. We kissed, and then they fingered me, and then they fucked me. I came,” Cat said, a little defensive.

“And how did it make you feel?” Ghost asked.

Cat took in a little breath. “It was okay. I just wanted… For it to be done.”

“Cat. You did not enjoy it, did you?”

“It was fine?” Cat said, unsure of what Ghost was implying.

“You say that it is fine, but it appears to have upset you,” Ghost stated.

“I just… Expected it to be different,” Cat said, flustered. Ghost was right. It had upset him.

“Maybe sex wasn’t what you really wanted from them.”

“Huh?” Cat asked.

“In some ways it is natural for you to think that sex should be the foundation of all your close relationships,” Ghost said. “No doubt your training would have led you to expect that is all people will want from you. And I believe it is likely that sex is all Ice wanted from you. They have a kind of charm, I suppose. They’ve always seemed to have success in that department. But Cat, not everyone just wants to fuck you. Some people might like you just because you are sweet and charming and have a few thoughts in that head of yours. Perhaps you might have wanted them to appreciate you for those things, not for how nice your ass is or for how you look.”

Cat frowned. “Do you think my ass is nice?”

“Of course,” Ghost answered. “I can appreciate the design principles. You wear them well.”

What a weird thing to say that was, Cat thought. But as he disentangled the two sentences, he realised that it was the kind of compliment he liked after all. “Why don’t you want to fuck me?”

“See, you’re doing it again,” Ghost said. “I can like you without feeling sexual desire for you. It is not because you are not attractive.”

“I heard there was someone you used to have sex with. Architect Sonam,” Cat said.

Ghost turned to look at Cat as he buttoned a shirt. “You have been listening to gossip.”

“People talk about you,” Cat said.

Ghost sighed, visibly hesitated, and then spoke, “Sonam was the other half of my mind. When we were together, we were one person. It was enough that he felt sexual desire. I wanted it too when he could share those thoughts with me.”

“I don’t understand.”

“No, but maybe you will one day,” Ghost said. Cat had spent too much of his life as a toy for unmodified humans, and he did not even have the implants that would allow for that sort of sync. Ghost sighed. “When I was young, I tried to have sex with people. To feel closer to them, I suppose. Sometimes, even if I felt no particular enjoyment, it was still satisfying to please someone, to make them feel good. Other times it simply felt boring. Sex was never about my own pleasure.”

“Oh,” Cat said. He understood that. His pleasure had always been a by-product, or on someone else’s discretion.

It was time to steer the conversation back on the subject. Ghost look “I am trying to tell you that I understand that there are reasons to have sex you might not enjoy. What was the reason you had sex with Ice?”

Cat frowned, putting Silver down. “I didn’t know how to leave. I thought it was the easiest to just finish it. I don’t know…” He bit his lip, and then turned what would have been a statement into a question, “What should I have done?”

“You could have said ‘I want to go home now’ or ‘I don’t want to do this anymore’, Cat,” Ghost said. “I’m sure Ice would have been disappointed for a few minutes, but that’s the worst thing that would have happened. Here, you are allowed to change your mind. Your body is yours, to do with what you want.”

Cat shifted from foot to foot, uneasy.

“You should talk about this subject with Sometime During Eternity. She will be better at discussing it with you than me,” Ghost said. “Will you talk to her?”

“Yes, Ghost,” Cat said, with that finality in his tone that meant he had taken Ghost’s suggestion as an order.

“Good,” Ghost said.

“Can I ask. What happened to Sonam?”

“Sonam sacrificed himself on mission in order to protect me and my squad. He thought his life was the cheapest, because he was dying anyway,” Ghost answered, a note of pain in his voice. “His name is in the second antechamber of the Memorial Garden.”

“Oh,” Cat said, unsure of what to say.

“Are you going to go to your lessons now?”

“Can I… Go with you?” Cat asked. To wherever Ghost was going.

“Are you sure? It will probably be boring for you. I am only going to a shrine,” Ghost said.

“I’ve never been to a shrine,” Cat said.

Ghost sighed. “Come on, then. I will notify your tutors you will not be attending.”

Cat put Silver down and followed Ghost, a step behind, not sure where they were going. To him, shrines had always been little alcoves in the offices of engineers, usually containing nothing more than a bowl of water and a stone. Those existed even on Shatterpoint – as shorthand for something Cat did not understand and had never thought to ask about.

Ghost paused before he went through a particular doorway, but nothing seemed special about it to Cat. He paused, peering at the notice that informed him there was no network access over the line, and then caught up with Ghost. The doorway opened into a short curved corridor, with long trough of flowing water running the whole length of it.

“Wash your hands here,” Ghost said.

“But they’re clean?” Cat said.

“Do it anyway.”

Watching how Ghost did it, Cat rinsed his hands with the water too. What an odd thing to do. The door beyond led to a large and mostly empty room. All of the walls displayed a feed of real time observations of the anomaly, shaded in cool tones, and in the centre of the room there was a fountain. It was nothing more complicated than clear water flowing over rocks covered with soft green moss. Cat would have liked to touch it, but this would not be like sticking his hands in the water in the gardens and touching the water lilies. Here it would be wildly inappropriate.

Cat inhaled deeply to smell incense and flowers from the arrangements around the edge of the room. There were very few people, all spread apart to have space for private devotions. Ghost picked up a stick of incense from a shelf next to the doorway and lit it, placing it upright into a bowl of sand. Cat wondered if he should do that too, but while he hesitated Ghost moved on into the chamber, so he simply followed instead. Ghost obviously had a favourite spot, because he circled the fountain before picking a place to kneel. After a moment of hesitation, Cat knelt beside him.

Cat realised very quickly that he was bored. This reminded him of the apartment, of waiting for someone to come back. There was nothing to look at except moss or the slow drift of gas clouds displayed on the walls. Cat saw tension slowly leech out of Ghost’s spine as the silence went on, so he did not want to interrupt. He knew he could sit still for a long time, but he let his neat stance slip, his spine bend. He watched how Ghost’s hands were folded in his lap and copied that for a little while. Ghost could sit very, very still for a really, really long time. Cat felt outclassed in that department. He shifted his weight to one side. The moss was very green. It was very pretty, really. It must take a lot of work to keep it in that state. Cat shifted his weight to the other side.

“I said you would be bored,” Ghost said quietly.

Cat startled and froze, immediately fixing his stance. He had not realised he was fidgeting that much. “I don’t know what I’m meant to do,” he admitted.

“Sit. Think,” Ghost answered.

“What do I think about?” Cat asked.

“This room was built so we could sit and contemplate the universe,” Ghost said. “But I admit that sometimes I just think about how much my back hurts and what I am going to eat for dinner.”

“Oh,” Cat said. “What is. The point?” He gestured at the moss and the rocks.

“It is simply something to focus meditation on. It could be said that all life comes from stone and water, dead things. And yet the moss uses them to grow.”

“There are also the lamps,” Cat pointed out. The moss was very nicely lit.

“Well, of course,” Ghost accepted. “It is all more metaphorical than realistic.”

Cat did not know what metaphorical meant. “And there must be gardeners,” he added. All plants on Shatterpoint took work.

“Yes,” Ghost accepted. “Nothing survives here without help.”

“What did you think about today?” Cat asked.

Ghost contemplated the question for a long while. He decided to be honest, “I thought about how I do not know what to do with you. It is difficult to live with someone after all these years. I considered whether I should have the surgery my engineer recommends. I thought about how much I miss Sonam, and if it is any solace to me that the atoms he was made of are still a part of the universe.”

“Oh,” Cat said. Not knowing what to say, but feeling like he should say something, he said, “I learned what an atom was last cycle.”

“Did you?” Ghost said with a small smile. “Good.”

Cat smiled, basking in how Ghost was pleased with him, distracted by that smile from any questions he might have had. He felt a little happier looking at the moss now. His stomach let out a very loud grumble, breaking the silence.

Ghost turned his head to stare at Cat. “We should go eat.”

Cat rose smoothly with Ghost. In some weird way he did feel calmer after kneeling in silence and having that little conversation.

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[mymelodyisme]

The story of the puppet

There once was a shop in an old begone town. It was a shop of puppetry and magic. The seventy year old man who lived in and runned the shop was named Gustov Maximus. This town was small and had very few entertainments for the children who lived around. Gustov often invited the young children into his store to play with the more, modernized puppets. Oh, he let them play for as long as they liked and with whatever puppet those chose. Except... Little Rosalinda. Rosalinda was a fine marionette puppet from many days past. She was a precious jewel to the old man. Her skin was made of the finest wood imaginable, her hair painted a delicate black, her dress sewn intricately by hand with a soft design of roses, and her little face, also, painted by hand, with baby blue eyes and little red cheeks. When a child, either unfamiliar with Rosanlida or rather stubborn to play with her, tried to reach for the beautiful marionette the old man would seat his hand away and scold the child with "No one touches Rosalinda! She is far to precious for your unworthy hands!" Oh how the children feared Rosalinda. They simply could not fear the old man. For he is old and does not know any better! But he does. Rosalinda stood tall being held by a stand. Everyday she'd watch the children play and wonder "when will I be free?" She longed for the day, for that wonderful day, she'd be picked up by someone other than the old man. You see, Rosalinda despises the old man. He keeps her locked away as a prize. No freedom, no fun. The only time she's ever been played with was- Ding dong The large clock from the church tower rang. The children covered their ears quickly the avoid any damage to them. The old man, suffering hearing loss didn't need to, and simply made his way to Rosalinda. "It's time my pretty." When the noise of the clock had finished surrounding the children they all spread themselves about a carpet before a beaten wooden chair waiting a glamorous red stage excitedly awaited their "story of the day." The old man took Rosalinda from her pedestal and sat in the chair that was as old as himself behind the stage. "Today's story is about.." He takes a moment to think, which is quite a challenge at his age. One child raises his hand. "Yes Castiel?" The child lowers his hand and smiles, "Sir can you retell the story of Rosalinda and Edonus?" The old man blinked in surprise at such a request... "I would be happy to." It was a peculiar story indeed, but it was his favorite. Rosalinda was not happy. Though she was idolized by this man, she was also fairly abused. It wasn't noticeable among the shop children, but it could be seen in his stories of hate, jealousy, and perverse nature. The old stood up and picked another puppet named Edonus. Edonus was another old marionette, but he wasn't as finely made as Rosalinda. His wood had been chipped many times in his life. His hair was once black was the color has faded to a barren gray. His clothing was that of a broken prince, lost, confused, and dressed quite improperly in the eyes of royalty. His eyes seemed rather lifeless, and his face no longer cheery. He returned to his seat and reached over the stage and lowered the broken Edonus down. In a raspy voice, the old man smoked endlessly in his younger days, he began. There once was a prince named Edonus. He was the most handsome prince in the land. All the women loved him dearly and wanted to marry him. Yet, Edonus did not love any of them, in fact, he thought of them all as poor ugly old hags. He pondered the idea of getting married. You see, his father was dying. Edonus, as the oldest, was next in line for the throne, but an old rule states that the king must have a wife to keep him from becoming a disgraceful ruler. Edonus desperately wanted to become the king of his land, but he did not want to be held down by the morality a wife must ensure. One day he went out for a walk among the forest hidden behind the royal castle. There he found a tower. He was quite surprised, for there shouldn't be a tower or any home for the matter outside of the royal view. Angrily, he walks up to the tower and searches for and entrance. He finds a hidden door and enters the tower. "Who lives here!?" He yells at an empty space. "Come out!" That's when a beautiful lady walks down the rounded staircase. The old man slowly lowers Rosalinda onto the stage and attempts to speak on a more feminine voice. "H-hello good sir.. May I ask why you are in my home" The prince stares at her in shock. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. "She would make a fine wife", he thought. The prince grabs Rosalinda by her shoulders. "I had no idea a fair maiden lived in these woods... Oh your beauty slay my being.. Will you be mine?" Rosalinda looked shocked. She was not looking for a husband when, she clearly had one already. "Good sir, I must refuse your offer, I am already married to the most wonderful man this world can offer. The prince grew angry at her response. "I will not take no for an answer! You must marry me! Or I will never be king!" He pushes her away away with his mighty strength knocking her into a wall. "I will marry you, even if it means ending the life of your husband." Rosalinda rubs her head, as it was hit against the wall and looks up in horror. "Please, no!" But it was already too late. The prince had left and was now searching for his victim. The old man sets Rosalinda down behind the stage curtain and continues his story. Rosalinda, unable to move, was extremely unhappy. Not only was this the story she liked the least, it was the story the caused her the most pain. Oh how she wished she could be the one holding the strings. She wouldn't be so cruel to any one, except, the old man. It was now sunset, the prince, cleaned the blood from his nose and walked towards the castle. "I didn't expect to have an actual fight.. But at least now he's in the dungeon. Oh my sweet beautiful lady!" He uses the secret door and reenters the tower. He looks around but does not see her. "Fair maiden? Maybe she's gone to bed.." The prince travels up the stairs and finds one large bedroom. In the bedroom he finds Rosalinda asleep in her bed. The prince found this to be quite fitting for himself. He slowly slid into the bed beside her. Rosalinda, being asleep, didn't realize it wasn't her husband and began to cuddle closer. "Yes my love move closer to your king.." Rosalinda did so and muttered, "my king" in her sleep. Then she realized that wasn't her husband and immediately removed herself from the bed. The prince was highly unamused. "Did you not enjoy that?" She trembled and pointed her finger at him. "W-what h-have you done to my h-husband!?" "The sniveling whale is in the dungeon. Now come, we shall be wed in the morning." He pats the bed and grins maliciously. "B-begone!" The prince didn't take kindly to this and took Rosalinda by her wrist. "If I am to leave you are to follow!" He drags her down the staircase against her will. "P-please set me free!" The prince blinked and smirked with an idea. "Alright.. I will set you free, on the condition that you marry me in the morning. Then, after I am crowned king, you will never see my face again. What do you say?" Rosalinda stared him in the eyes. "I.. Alright..." The prince smiled and continued to drag her along through the forest. "Tomorrow you shall be Princess Edonus of the kingdom of Mystere" The old man was getting exhausted by the second. He's much to old for this now. He quickly went through the wedding portion of the story, for he needed to rest. Many days after the wedding and correlation, Edonus looked at Rosalinda. "My love, do you still wish to leave me?" Rosalinda frowned. "Edonus, you have wed me, and have had your way. I wish to leave as you have promised." Edonus sighs loudly and gets out of bed. "I will escort you myself." Rosalinda stands,nods and begins to dress herself properly. The prince remains the way he is attired and begins to pull her. "I-I wasn't finished getting ready.." He ignores her comment and makes his way towards the dungeon. "Why are we going here? You or iced my freedom!" He steps into the dark closed off room and tosses her into a cage. "I promised that you would never see me again my dear, not your freedom." He smirks. "I've already gotten what I wanted." She began to panic. "B-but don't you need to be married!?" He laughs. "My first order as King was to be rid of that blasted rule, and now that I have done it, farewell." He nods slightly and makes his leave. Rosalinda was left to wallow alone in her cage until the day she was executed, that is, after baring the son of the man she hates. Edonus ruled his kingdom vainly and bent everything to fit his own needs. He was happy indeed. The end. The children clapped happily at such a "happy" ending. They didn't know better. But the old man did. The old man took a look at the time. "You children should be running home before the church bell rings again." They did so without a question each saying their good bye as they run out. Poor sad little Rosalinda was put back onto her pedestal. "Good night my fair beauty.." The old man yawned and walks into the back room where his home is and presumably went to bed. Rosalinda stared at the wall. "I wish to be free," she thought. "I cannot handle this abuse any longer!" Suddenly, Rosalinda began to move on her own. She raised her arm and took a hold of her strings and with some difficulty, she managed to tear them. "I must leave..!" She jumps down from the counter, injuring, or rather cracking her arm in half. Rosalinda leaves behind her Now useless limb and runs for the door. "I'm almost---!" The old man steps in front of her. "You aren't leaving me." He Picks her up and walks back to her pedestal. "Not today Rosalinda." He sets her down once again. "And you've broken your arm this time.. Stay put and I will fix it. Then.. The. You will be punished." So the man turns and begins to look for her arm with his strained eyesight. Rosalinda sighs sorrowfully. She had begun to lost all hope when she noticed the man had left a box of matches beside her pedestal. "Freedom means escaping... That is one way..," she thought and proceeded to make her way to the matches. The next morning the children all sob into their parent's arms as they are told the news of the fire at the puppet shop. Every aspect of the shop was burned to a crisp and nothing could be restored. To this day, the sight has been riddled with rumors a possible spirit, perhaps the old man. But it is most likely a lie. How do I know? Well you see, legend be told.. Rosalinda and the man's body were never found in the fire's remains.

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edonus replied to your post:So because I don’t have Undertale yet, I decided...

Yes, yes the full game will ruin you……AND IT WILL BE GLORIOUS. IF YOU HAVE THE MONEY PLAY IT.

I will gladly walk into this hell. My heart will never forgive me if I don’t, but it’ll also never forgive me if I do.

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edonus reblogged your post edonus reblogged your post Whats that ... and added:

THIS PERSON REGRETTED ITTHEY PROBABLY THOUGHT THEY WOULDN’T.

Cee hasnt done a genocide run

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Slowly making it through the Panadu (ex and current) PCs... I love those lil guys, even those I haven’t technically met like Elio but heard about- 

Rosie and Elio belongs to @sessenaa 

Ember is @katarrinskey-art ‘s 

And Edonus is @bubbakenzie !

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