#event: a hero's feast

[lastplanetart]

✨💫🪐 MCYT Platonic Heros - Round 1 Piece

“We’re Linked! You can’t choose another friend to win with.”

✨ a lil’ more info!

So… I am taking part in the lovely event by @mcyt-platonic-heros ! My piece is based off Double Life (Life Series), featuring… Mr BDoubleo100!!

This piece was planned with, and the design is based on an AU by the same person, @silkwingbutterfly !! Their Creature of Sonaria AU is really interesting, both visually and the snippets discussed. They’re absolitely lovely, and worth a follow!

The second half of this piece (that’s right, I said second!) will be completed by @rosegoldorigins !! I can’t wait for everyone to see what they have in store for this round!!

🪐 statistics? more info?

Program used for this piece: Procreate

Time spent on this piece (not inc planning, character design etc): 7 Hours 20 Minutes

What I watched whilst drawing: REPO VODS, HC videos, Gamers Outreach (partially live, partially VODS)

Tears spent: Zero. Zilch. Nada. None.

✨💫🪐 last planet… out!

[wxldhxrt]

[ event starter : open ]

After the ambrosia and his powers starting to develop and reveal themselves, Greyson was definitely into the idea of a party. It had been a crazy time, lives turned upside down and a whole new world revealed to them all. Alcohol. It was needed. While godlings and citizens alike mingled around the bonfire, the son of Pan grabbed the first chalice he could find and drank whatever was in it. He was looking for a little buzz to celebrate. "You know, I still think I'm fucking dreaming all this." He chuckled with a shake of his head.

[raging-ale]

@spreademsanji

by this point ale was already starting to get a little annoyed at being at this party. not because of anyone -- just this was not his scene and all he wanted to do was get back to his own cabin with a massive plate of food and keep to himself. the over thinking was starting to get to him and which began to get him upset for no damn reason. this was something that the son of ares was trying to work on - not being so harsh on himself, but enjoy the new fresh start, no one here knowing his past or who he was. yet - all ale can think about was how angry he was at his own damn father, still blaming him for all this - this is focus just on nothing but anger right now, as he walked barely was paying attention as he nearly knocked into the person in front of him. "shit - you alright?"

[deathscn]

☠️ ⋅𓂃 ࣪ for the son of hera ≻ location ; grassy fields ╱ @harleymaguire

                   winter was definitely drunk from the night. after taking a few drinks from the son of dionysus, he was starting to feel the effects of them now. and after finding himself out from the festivities, winter walked around. the place was absolutely incredible here. he couldn't believe it was his new home. and much of his surprise, did it not only have some amazing buildings, it also had some of the most beautiful nature to embrace.

so winter kept walking, until he found himself with another, at the fields, comfortably laying on the grassy fields. it was surprisingly soft. and the person he was with, he didn't realize was the son of hera.

❛ the sky looks gorgeous tonight, ❜ he responded. it was fascinating, to see so many stars like this. living in new york, he never got the chance to see as many like they could here. ❛ i've never seen this many stars before–– have you? ❜

[everestphillips]

@raging-ale

No wonder this stuff was called liquid courage. Everest never drank prior to this since there were protocols in place during competitions, so it was just easier for him not to. Before tonight he always thought it was some sort of exaggeration. Or that maybe he possessed an iron will and would be composed despite being under the influence, but drinking the camp's own supply definitely has him feeling loose. In his defense though, this stuff was probably stronger than anything a mortal could handle.

However, Everest was the only one who was going to feel the effects of his drinking. The godling was in the middle, dancing with everyone, when he noticed a certain someone walking up to the cabin. These past couple of days, it feels like he's only been pestering Alejandro, and unfortunately, tonight was going to be another day to his streak. Smoothly slipping out the crowd of civilians, Everest ran behind the other before he ran past him, putting himself between Ale and the door. "The night's pretty young, Dro~" Ev hummed out, trying the new nickname. "You should come and dance with me before turning in!" He smiled, though his chest puffed out as he tried to regain his breath after the mad dash. "C'mon, what do you say?"

[sonssofhecate]

a small smile made it's way onto sethan's lips as he watched everyone enjoying themselves. people were eating, dancing, and definitely drinking. not that sethan wasn't doing that last one. enjoying what may be the best glass of wine he's ever had in his life. sehtan offered the other a kind smile. sethan was enjoying watching what everyone was doing, and was gossiping with a few ghosts here and there. as the wiccan was finding, they were a great source of information.

sethan turned to walk away from one conversation with a ghost. probably looking crazy as hell. and smiled as he saw someone looking at him. "sorry, was i freaking you out?" he asked with a chuckle as he looked at the other.

[athenianwit]

event a heroes feast location the amphitheater 

"you know, i never realized how beautiful the night sky looks out here." atticus heard footsteps coming down the old, stone steps of the amphitheater where he'd snuck off to after they finished dinner. he was starting to feel a bit clausterphobic and overwhelmed by everything that was going on, he just needed to recharge his social battery before he came back.

"all of this has really made me question everything i know about the world." did this person come to join him or bring him back to the party?

[xfireforged]

@cafesascha

Ochre eyes watched the fire in the middle of the feast, the flames licking towards the sky and crackling every so often, and Matai couldn't help but feel a calmness as he stood before it. Truth be told, Matai had always found comfort around fire even before realizing who his father was - the smell of it was warm and comforting, the warmth that radiated from it like a much-needed embrace from a loved one, and the sight of it something that invoked passion within him, that ignited the fire inside of his veins and wanted him to do more and be more. Even imagery of a fire meant a lot to him, part of the reason why one of his tattoos was the imagery of a lion - a symbol of his zodiac sign - on fire and the other even vaguely resembled a flame in a tribal design, and he even named his two dogs after fire.

Now that he knew who his father really was, now that he knew he was the demigod of fire and volcanoes and forges, he understood why he found comfort in it. Because for him, for his blood, in a way... it was home. And even as he stood next to the fire, the warmth of it dancing across his skin, the heat didn't bother him. Instead it was almost comforting, and where most people would have stepped away by now from getting too warm, he simply stopped and stared.

"You know," Matai started as he felt a presence next to him. "Looking back on it, there were signs, I think. Signs that pointed me towards my father. Like this." Gesturing to the flames, Matai took a sip from his chalice before he let out a soft sigh. "I've always found a sense of tranquility from fires. How about you?" he asked, turning to look at the other with a fond smile on his lips. "Any signs from before that pointed you towards your divine parent?"

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP fic Idea: A little bit of Home

One day, out of the blue, J'onn J'onzz asks if he could celebrate a Martian holiday. He hadn't before, seeing as the pain of losing his people and his home was too fresh, but he missed the holidays of Mars. He felt that if he didn't try to bring back some of his celebrations, then they, too, would be lost to death.

His teammates were happy to celebrate with him; they were touched by his sharing this part of his culture. J'onn explained that all they had to do was bring a childhood food item to feast on. He explains that on Mars, recipes were passed down for generations, and having the ancestral food of friends and family was the second most crucial part of his holiday.

They are then left stunned when he admits that the feast is traditionally held that same night, but he had been too nervous to mention it beforehand. He allows them to change their minds, but no one dares to.

Heroes pour out of the Watch Tower, racing home to begin cooking, and the Martian is told that as soon as they have something, they will return in time for the meal.

No one mentions the tears gathering on the smiling Martian's face. Nor do they say that his humanoid form falls away to his proper form, a rare occasion to witness.

J'onn then starts decorating the Watch Tower as the Justice League members work on what they will each bring.

He places a lot of shimmering rocks in patterns on the ground. They weave and curl through the hallways as members are careful with no stepping on them. He then has Batman help him find different minerals that change the color of sand used in gorgeous art portraits of each member. (The man was more than capable of sending him information while helping Alfred bake cookies)

It took a bit of flying around the world, but he was able to return to the tower a few hours later with all-natural colored sand. (Thank goodness for the teleportation technology Bruce installed)

By then, a few heroes had returned, each carrying a food or drink container.

Those he forms in the cafeteria where the feast will be held. A crowd of heroes stands around, oohing and ahhing, as J'onn uses his telekinesis to move the sands and create all of them simultaneously, putting on a show.

He is singing hauntingly beautiful songs while hanging colorful drapes around the walls in the last few hours leading up to the feast. No one could understand the words, but everyone agreed that J'onn had an incredible voice.

Clark, arriving with three Kent apple pies, smiles. "He sang that at my house on Christmas Day."

J'onn informed everyone that the event would be formal wear- and everyone showed up dressed to the nines. Heroes who still hid their secret identity- like Batman- had arrived in their costumes, but they had added bowties or some other little accessories to make it formal.

Seeing Nightwing fix the tophat on Batman's head while Red Hood was dressed in a lovely suit, forgoing his usual helmet for a red half mask, was..... enlightening.

A few drinks were served while people walked around admiring the sand painting that J'onn had made. He depicted not only the heroes but also multiple parts of the world, then a section of their best missions, and finally, paintings of good memories they had all shared.

It was like a walkable photoalbum.

Spirits were high as members enjoyed themselves, smiling at the memories and chatting with friends in the few peaceful times of their crazy lives. No one could hold in the gasp when J'onn finished getting ready and arrived at the party. He had painted himself in different shades of blue, beaming in pride at the praise for his cultural markings.

He asked everyone to sit, standing to pray in his native tongue. A few heroes bowed their heads, and others merely sat comfortably, waiting for the Martian to finish.

He picked up his cup, raising it high in the air with his hand

"Friends," J'onn started, voicing, choked up with emotion. "I thank you all for joining me today. It means the world to me that you come here to celebrate the King's Feast. May Phantom watch over you all and freeze all your enemies!"

His cup floats out of his hand, turning to the side so the water can fall out and take the shape of a strange D. J'onn bowes his head, crossing his arms and muttering more prayers.

John Constantine, who had been attempting to sneak bites from the steak and kidney he brought, drops his fork. He stares in absolute shock at the flouting water symbol above the martian before Zatanna slaps him on the shoulder. "Don't be rude!"

He points one shaking finger at the Martian, turning to her with a pale face. "The Martians worship King Phantom!?"

She blinks. "Who's that?"

John moves his jaw, but no words leave his mouth as J'onn finishes his last prayer. He then holds up a plate proudly, explaining what it is and why he chose it to share. He encourages every hero to do the same, so voices fill the air one by one as they present their offering and the memory attached to it.

No one pays much mind to the blond British man desperately drawing wards on the ground using his green-colored chalk. When asked what her husband was doing, Zatanna shrugs helplessly.

Likewise, no one notices some of the plates mysteriously lose some of their contents. The food appears on Earth in the room of a very excited Halfa, who feeds on the foods and the emotions weaved into the meals.

J'onn later claims that this Great One Day felt like King Phantom was slightly closer than usual.

[nightingale-prompts]

Time Off-DCxDP prompt

Getting Phantom to comply with anything is hard enough. He does his own thing more of the time. He is constantly shifted from team to team as a sort of contracted hero. He goes where he is needed.

So far they have learned a lot about his kind. Ghost were hard to pin down due to how different they behaved. One important thing they have learn is Ghosts have their own rules and one big rule is never skipping out on the holidays. They celebrate every holiday they can from Halloween, Christmas, to New years. They like these days. Other holidays like Independence Day depend on the ghost. But Phantom made it clear that they have their own holidays that were very important. If those days came up he had to adhere to them.

"A meeting. I can't go. Not next Saturday. It's the Veil's Thinning." Phantom said "It's the biggest part of the year."

The Thinning was the day the barrier between realms weakens and allows natural portals to form. It is the one day that they are given free rein to roam. They can visit family or finish their business. They even leave gifts or messages for the living.

"You can't come because of a party? Phantom this is serious business." Natman sighed.

"I am being serious. Your parents visit you every year for the Thinning and you can't even appreciate it. The least you could do is respect our traditions and leave an offering for them this year." Phantom pouted as he jetted off

**********

"I need a date to the Haunter's Ball. Or else Clock's gonna choose someone for me." Danny sighed flopping on the couch.

The Titans all glanced at one another to see who was going to try to claim the title first.

Phantom took the silence as a no.

"The ball is sort of like a fea party. Friendly hauntings, playing tricks on mortals, and attend a grand feast where we eat enchanted food. You have to dress in costume though. It also happens to fall on my death day so its a big deal if I don't go."

He conveniently left out that part that mortals who dare attend may earn favor with the Ancients—or become the subject of ghostly pranks.

************

Not every holiday is a celebration.

One day in particular was The Silence. A day of absolute stillness, observed once per year. On that day, all spirits cease their movement. It is a sacred time of contemplation, where ghosts meditate on their past lives and what lies beyond their new form.

Phantom took it very seriously. He sent it meditating in the Watchtower. J'onn joined him in silent contemplation. It's an emotional holiday.

It doesn't compare to the holiday that has no set date. The Unfinished Mourning. when a great tragedy befalls a world a large number of souls enter the realm on their way to the other side. Some stay, but most don't. Their deaths are often sudden and unfair. Ghosts of the recently departed come together to grieve alongside the living. Those who participate earn a brief moment of clarity, where they may remember their lives and speak their final thoughts before they depart to their afterlife fully.

Phantom isn't seen during this time. He is busy laying souls to rest and performing last rights. He knows the names of the dead and marks them all down so that they are buried properly. He tells families, the survivors of their loved ones' fate. He gives them final goodbyes. He takes the blame of angry citizens who tell him it's his fault. He is demonized most in these moments as a harbinger of death. He can not control what he is and knows his role is important. For the living and the dead.

************

On a very special night Phantom invites everyone to his favorite holiday. It was created for him after all. Clockwork named it thousands of years ago when Phantom accidentally created it. Long story.

The Night of Unanswered Whispers. A rare celestial event when the stars align in a specific pattern. Ghosts gain the ability to be heard clearly by the living but only in riddles and cryptic phrases. Many spirits use this opportunity to pass on secrets, hidden knowledge, or warnings. Scholars and mystics would spend the night deciphering ghostly murmurs in hopes of uncovering forgotten lore.

Ot was like a giant puzzle to solve as everyone could write down their messages and try to solve them. The Bat family members liked it as much as Danny did. Diana and Hal just liked the atmosphere. It was a nice moonlit picnic under the stars with wisps providing light.

(That's the end for now. I have 10 more holidays in mind.)

[p-seduonym]

I'll expand another time but these are my notes for the Cult of the Lamb! Reader X Yandere! Batfam AU

A/N: I am very sick, so I can't really expand that much right now. But here are the bare bones of the au. Hope you like it! Also, I chose the name based off of my last playthrough of the game. And I don't know the legality of cults, but lets say they can coast by under the GCPD's radar for a little, okay?

Overall Plot

Bat-Lamb, a Lamb metahuman, is the central figure of a cult disguised as a “home of spirituality.”

Cult is located deep in Gotham's underbelly, with around 40-50 followers.

They don’t refer to themselves as a cult; it falls under a religion legally, so law enforcement can’t do much.

The cult appears idyllic, which makes some heroes (like those in the Bat-Family) suspicious.

The cult's base is called "The Meadow."

Powers and Role

Only Bat-Lamb has powers, granted by the One Who Waits

Their power grows with devotion from followers.

Powers include: mind reading, manifesting weapons, brainwashing, resurrection, healing, making crops grow.

They perform miracles, which leads the cult to worship them more than the One Who Waits.

Bat-Lamb is feared by some members due to their abilities and "unspeakable" punishments.

Cult Culture & Beliefs

Cult members are family-oriented and place huge importance on marriage.

Marital robes resemble cult robes but are longer.

All cult members wear red robes with a white ram’s horn symbol.

They view non-cult relationships as shallow or loveless.

The cult believes only they understand true romantic love.

Festivals (with bonfires and feasts) are common and used to recruit outsiders.

They sometimes hold public-facing events to indoctrinate new members.

Rules & Dynamics

No lying to Bat-Lamb, as Bat-Lamb can read the thoughts of followers.

Bat-Lamb claims to love all followers equally, regardless of their past.

Followers are not allowed to betray Bat-Lamb—betrayal may trigger the "unspeakable."

They often close ranks against outsiders but may have internal betrayals for survival.

Followers show jealousy, squabbling, and sometimes infighting—but Bat-Lamb intervenes to stop it.

Disciples take care of dissenters or those who try to leave, unbeknownst to Bat-Lamb.

Recruitment & Indoctrination

Recruits often include outcasts, homeless, and those with nowhere else to go.

Bat-Lamb offers them a home and a sense of belonging.

Some join out of love, others from desperation.

Dissenters may be “re-educated” through brainwashing or psychological manipulation (often via a pillory).

Missionaries are sent out to recruit followers or gather resources.

Relationships

Although Bat-Lamb views them all equally, Bat-Lamb’s spouse is seen as a higher caste member—used as proof of "true love" within the cult.

The relationship is seemingly healthy, with mutual trust and understanding. But the spouse was chosen seemingly at random.

Other followers may feel romantic or obsessive feelings toward Bat-Lamb, causing tension.

Bat-Family eventually discovers Bat-Lamb’s identity, that being the missing middle child of the Wayne family, and tries to rescue them, but Bat-Lamb refuses to leave.

Conflict & Paranoia

Bat-Lamb is deeply paranoid about betrayal, especially from within.

They believe the cult is their true family and will not abandon it.

The cult is both manipulated by and manipulating Bat-Lamb.

Some members are not true believers, which might lead to drama or eventual collapse.

A/N: ya ain't a true Wayne child unless you're paranoid about literally everything. I might get into the Batfam's relationship with Bat-Lamb later when I'm not dying from consumption (/j). Also also, i used Mashed on YouTube's animation of Cult of the Lamb as some inspiration. Really good, give it a watch!

[chickren]

the amount of people who can’t parse the significance of the way george chose to tell jaime’s story drives me batshit

i swear there are people out there doing analysis on these books as if they’re reading a bunch of historical newspaper articles about an event and not a work of fiction with a narrative where an author is trying to do character work

grrm introduces jaime as a pov character with brienne chained to his side because brienne is a stand-in for the reader. brienne hates jaime like george assumes the reader does. george even gives her narrator levels of access to jaime’s actual full list of crimes just so the reader can’t later go, ‘well, she didn’t know everything.’

when you see brienne in feast running around losing her mind at the way people misconstrue jaime’s character and motives, that’s george trying to give the reader permission to root for jaime themselves. if brienne, grrm’s rigid, unbending paragon of virtue can throw her lot in with jaime, bitch so can you

grrm’s not a heavy handed storyteller. he never forces the reader along, he just presents his characters and the world and the plot and lets the reader decide for themselves how they feel about things

but lol if you don’t understand that grrm, the man who’s like lemme take a few weeks and write my boy some fanfic where he’s besting one of the eldritch horrors and beating every other fantasy hero, wants you in jaime’s corner, you have misinterpreted his intentions within the narrative entirely

devan put it perfectly one time, when he said something like: you can choose not to come along where george is trying to lead you with jaime, but you can’t pretend not to see the journey he wants you to take

[raging-ale]

@lunarxtique

the thought of so many people around in one place always made him feel so out of place. this felt like it was not going to be any different, so he was going to make sure to just walk in and grab some food and keep to himself. hopefully no one was actually going to bother him while he was here. this was his chance to open up, meet the people that he was going to be putting his life on the line for - and all he wanted to do was eat and be left around, even if deep down he did want to break out of that hard shell, let someone in - just he couldn't bring himself to for the safety of the others around him. looking down at his food, he began to start over thinking on if he should even be here anymore. his head racing and that was when he began to start getting angry at himself. the urge to just jump up and toss his food out was riding the edge - he needed a distraction, to calm down.

[deathscn]

☠️ ⋅𓂃 ࣪ for the son of hecate ≻ location ; at the tables ╱ @magesethan

                   winter had lost count how many plates he had. the amount of food there was, the different stuff that was being offered, of course, winter had to grab his favorite. he didn't know how it was possible, but all his favorites were there. and then there were other things that he never tried that he definitely wanted to give a go. so when he saw what the other was eating, he was curious what it was.

❛ what's on your plate? ❜ winter asked, looking over at the food and then back at the other male. ❛ is that some type of indian food? smells good. ❜ winter chuckled, as he took a bite of his chilaquiles he had on his plate. a basic food, but oh so delicious.

[everestphillips]

@thanes-thrall-md

Even with all the things that was going on at the party, Everest caught someone sneaking away from the pack. Usually, he had more sense than to wander away from everyone, especially now that things felt eerily similar to a horror movie. But with who knows how many drinks in his system, the godling decided to peel away and follow this mystery person. Still, with a bottle of the wine that he's been enjoying throughout the night.

At first, Ev was leisurely following behind the other man until a certain point where lost himself in the flora. It was actually rather peaceful walking through it, even if went in a circle or two. However, with a sudden scream, he was pulled back from his own world and started running towards the commotion. With the bottle in his hand held like a makeshift weapon, Everest stood there ready for whatever may come his way. "What happened? Are you alright?!"

[sonssofhecate]

@raging-ale

sethan was totally not sulking. not at all. so what if he wasn't asked to help with the food? it's not like that would upset sethan. there are plenty of other things he can offer people! like...creeping them out by appearing to talk to himself when he's talking to a spirit. or watching as people cringe away from him when naga slithers their way around his arm when they wish to leave the cabin with him. sethan let out a small sigh as he finished off his drink, smiling at the person he was talking to.

"well...i hope you have a good...afterlife?" sethan finished awkwardly. he flashed them a sheepish smile before standing up and literally walking through them. however, in the process? he ended up running straight into someone. someone familiar. "ah, crap," sethan groaned as he looked at the other. "sorry, didn't mean to walk straight into you. i was...preoccupied." he said, shooting a glare over his shoulder at the spirit that was giggling mischievously before they wondered away. "have you been enjoying this little feast?" sethan asked with a smile.