#hyacinth fan

[lionillustrated]

Been obsessed with this autistic little guy and I had to draw him!

Hyacinth Park, child of Huntlow, king of abominations, and owner of my heart! Belongs to @catboymoments

Bonus doodles I did of Hyacinth as Varian bc he reminds me so much of them :) Love me some nerdy science boys

[oddsconvert]

Prince Evander and Malachi! 😍😩🙌🏼 My new whumpee and whumper blorbos, drawn by the brilliant, talented and oh so wonderful @sorrowful-hyacinth !!!

Thank you to the ends of the earth for drawing my lil head fellas, they're absolutely GORGEOUS! Drooling over them both - Evanders jewel adorned antlers and that shirt 😌 and MY GOD, MALACHI?! NEED I SAY MORE?🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️

Me when I feasted my eyes on this beautiful art:

Everything taglist for this story! (which I may have a name for...but need to decide for sure 😌): @melpomenelamusa

[fibey234]

Just enjoying the remaining moments of autumn before winter…

Celebrating for the Minister of Autumn a moment before he leaves for vacation..🍂🍁

[aguijonletal]

these two have nothing to do with eachother apart from being my fav characters ever but yea

vampire sasuke and hakuryuu drawings i did separately lol

[pentopaper23]

News articles related to my series of modern Bridgerton one shots - Part One

[mydarlingdearestdead]

The Things We Do For Love - Chapter Seven

The mortal interpretation of an amphitheatre was a mere imitation of that in which the Olympians held council. Two plush thrones sat in the centre, separated from the lesser immortals by two ivory-gilded, waist-high fences, where Zeus and Hera took residence. Each of the remaining Olympians lingered and congregated as their own convenience. The disinterested retreated to the upper balconies, farthest away from the display, whereas the involved and engrossed strived to be close enough to feel the rush of air as the accused spoke. On this day, the trial of Hyacinth of Sparta, the lower rows were bustling and cramped.

With some prick of distaste, Apollo noted Hebe slipping into his favoured spot. It was of no matter, of course, as he would hardly take the role of audience in this play but, regardless, he reserved the right to his own emotion as a matter of principle.

Hades sat alongside Dionysus, whose goblet sloshed with each uncoordinated movement, having been called upon to speak on the matter of raising Hyacinth from Asphodel. Hebe, too, was released from her employment as Cupbearer to consult. Eternal youth, as you know, is her speciality. Ganymede, shrinking in the shadows by Zeus’ shoulder, had been all but commanded to replace her. He paled with each word from Zeus’ lips and the hands which carrier the cup of the gods shook ceaselessly. Hebe looked upon him, glancing over her shoulder, with something akin to pity.

“Today,” Zeus began- And Ganymede flinched-, “We’ll sit council on the case of Hyacinth of Sparta. Hades, Hebe and Hestia have been asked to join us as honorary members of the council. We will vote on the matter when Apollo rests his case in three days time. Questions and input are encouraged- You know the drill.” He addressed his son, “The council is in session.”

Apollo nodded, unsure of how to begin. He thought to thank his father may reveal the resentment bubbling beneath his skin and thus deemed the endeavour wholly too perilous. Eventually, he thought it best to just speak and see what came of it. “We, as gods, have often taken mortals as lovers.” He began unsteadily, as a doe finds balance upon foreign limbs he scrambled for purchase upon the slope of his words, “This is not unusual. For them, it is an honour and for us, an opportunity. An opportunity for a love that will not haunt us for eternity or a friendship without resentment. Take Athena for instance.” He addressed the grey-eyed goddess directly. The owl, residing on her shoulder, hooted as if indignant, “You adored Odysseus, did you not?”

Athena moved to reply, narrowing her eyes. Zeus, however, had not the required faith in his daughter.

"There was no case to make Odysseus immortal." He replied sharply, "This is a different matter."

"Odysseus also wasn't killed by the west wind in a blind rage." Apollo's voice, devoid of melody, rose like Poseidon's tide, "And if he had, you would not hesitate to appease her."

Athena rose her head. She did not protest, nor did her owl release any further ungodly noise. Zeus looked hopefully toward her gilded expression for a long moment. Something unspoken passed between the two, Apollo knew, though even he could not decipher the language in which they conversed. Silence, as someone had once told him, speaks more than the loudest crackle of thunder. Her spear head shone in the final strains of sunlight filtering through the columns, risen by her side. Zeus swiftly faced his son once more.

"What would your mother say?" He attempted, a white-knuckled grip on the arm of his throne. Ganymede, in the shadows still, stood flat-backed against the wall.

Apollo conjured an image of his mother- Lovely-haired Leto- and a soft smile grew upon his lips, "Why, father... If I didn't know better, I'd say you were deflecting." Zeus sneered and, cautious, Apollo retracted, "Good thing I do know better.

“My mother... Leto traversed the Earth in an effort to birth me and my sister-" He held a hand to Artemis, who instead rose and, beckoning him closer, brushed his cheek lightly. A gesture, perhaps, of lending strength. Without a word passed between them, she returned to her seat. Apollo, try as he might, powerless to decipher her action resigned himself to continue, "-And Delos became her sanctuary. Our sanctuary. My mother knew both love and agony..."

He turned from his father in a flash of clarity, seeking the goddess who sat silently by him. "Queen Hera,” He addressed her with an instinctively bowed head, “I will not say I do not hold resentment toward you for your treatment of Leto. But... But I have grown to adore you in every manner of the word despite. I think my mother would respect that... In the few moments before she turns me into a frog, that is."

An eternal moment passed between the council. Hera held Apollo's gaze, ox-eyes wide and inviting. Eventually, she parted her rose-petal lips in a reply, "I do not believe you to have answered my husband's question."

Apollo bowed to her- This, a true gesture of respect- And addressed his father once more, "As I said, my mother knew both love and agony in our birth. I do not speak of her love for you, Lord Zeus, because that is simply false, nor do I speak of the agony of childbirth as Lady Hera mustn't be blamed for that. Love for the children she carried-" Apollo spared Artemis another hopeful glance, "- and the agony resulting from the man who raped her. My mother, should she see me here today, would cheer in my favour."

An uneasy look passed between the remnants of Zeus' children at Apollo's words. They each looked to their father in turn, cautiously dissecting his neutral expression. Apollo remained, flawed confidence unperturbed.

Hebe was the first to shatter the fragile film of silence.

“The case to raise Hyacinth from the underworld, I can understand, but why immortality, Apollo? You said it yourself: Loving a mortal affords you the chance to love without an eternal obligation. Why mess with a perfect system?”

Her father bore down upon her disappointingly. Thunder crackled in the distance and Hebe, instinctually, shivered where she sat. Her wills, however, were stronger than her fear. She did not think for a moment to retract her question.

A small smile grace Apollo’s lips. He replied with dignity, “I soon realised that eternity without Hyacinth would be akin to eternal torture. Without him, immortality is cruel punishment.”

His melody returned and the words dripped from his lips as the sweet nectar of immortality might.

Athena, unimpressed by the proceedings, lay her spear across her lap and took to delicately cleaning the head. Ares looked upon her and began doing the same with the sword which hung at his waist, having taken her action as permission.

Zeus’ voice boomed amongst the council once more.

“We will reconvene on the second day of Thargelia… That if, if you haven’t anything else to say?”

Apollo plucked a minor chord with idly nimble fingers. Dismayed, he nodded in a vague dismissal. Zeus accepted this begrudgingly.

Masterlist

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[fallinginreversefanblog]

Absolute cuteness I wish I owned!!!! 😭🥹❤️❤️❤️

(Can't find the OG owner who I should credit)

[stellawolfearts]

this is what happens when i try to write ts all day and then get stuck all day instead

take it ya fiends/pos

[commander-frostfang]

Still learning how to take screenshots goodly, have some of my favorite little man currently, Hyacinth! He's technically my second commander, with universe bloom, and is a sylvari mesmer ( specifically, virtuoso for lore reasons! ) it's canonical that he goes on to wield Caladbolg in his universe, although split into a dagger and sword ( in comparison to zohar, who doesn't keep caladbolg for a reason i've yet to work out :p )

i love this sassy pink bastard

[rainebowevee]

[kinmokusei-stars]

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Those hydrangeas are such a headache to draw, but it was worth it! (*ˊᗜˋ*) I honestly just wanted to draw some Kouko, even if I have a couple InuKou sketches I could finish up LMAO I thought this pose might be fun!

[yun-ahaha]

Hyacinthe Van Clare. His steps across the stage are feather-light; as the stately music quickens, each of his movements is effortless. Between amber lights and dramatic makeup accentuating the warmth of his brown skin, he practically glows.

Hyacinthe is a character from Royal Affairs by @hpowellsmith !! I tried to be indifferent to him but I can't... I can't resist pretty boys......

[zencaia]

Hya, a very soft and very beautiful ballet dancer~

Scenes from @hpowellsmith‘s newly released Royal Affairs!

[fibey234]

Blinktober 2024 \\ week-2: ministers of seasons.

From a lot of ideas, I decided to draw the ministers in a layout of the four seasons, with each and every one of them giving hands as a symbol of winner teamwork of every year.🍁🌷☀️❄️

Thank u so much, @wethepixies for this fun activity!!! I love the ministers of seasons so much and doing art is my therapy to cope my anxiety and fears. Especially when it comes to the ministers of the seasons🫠💜 hehehe..

[songofopal]

Some more sonic doodles trying some designs for infinites mum also very proud of the shadow doodle

[pentopaper23]

Collection of one shots revolving around Anthony comforting his siblings while they are injured or sick.

CHAPTER Two - Gregory - The Attack of the Playpen.

Anthony is 19 and Gregory is 2.

Anthony groaned and rubbed his eyes; he had been sitting in the study at Aubrey Hall for the last few hours going through the estate books and banking statements. Benedict had taken the Colin and the girls to the village to give him a moments peace and the nanny was with H upstairs. Gregory on the other hand was sitting in a play pen by the window happily playing with his toys a babbling to himself. Anthony remembers his father doing the same for Ben and Colin when they were younger, and their mother needed a break from all three of them.

Anthony laughed then Gregory pulled himself up using the walls of the playpen for leverage, “Such a clear little man!” he said cheerfully clapping his hands in encouragement. Gregory smiled a gummy smile in response and proceeded to stamp his little bare feet against the blanket Anthony has put down and Anthony smiled back before going back to his papers. Seeming to lose interest in standing up Gregory fell back onto his bottom and started playing with his toys again. The two brothers played and worked in relative silence for the new few minutes, said silence only broken by the sound of Anthony’s pen and Gregory smashing his toys to get and laughing to himself.

Anthony was in the middle of writing cheques for the children school fees when Gregory gave a loud scream of pain and started to cry. Anthony dropped his pen and rushed over to the play pen scroop up the crying boy onto his hip. Gregory had a small bleeding cut on his chin and big fat tears were rolling down his flushed cheeks. Anthony looked into the play pen to search for offending object that has caused the small cut and saw a building block with a tiny spec of blood on it’s corner. Gregory had been playing with it when Anthony had glanced up a before and hadn’t given it a moment thought. He pulled a tissue out of his pocket and wiped the tiny trickle of blood that was running down Gregory’s chin.

“OH such a grievance my little man!” Anthony said using the same tissue to wipe away some of Gregory’s tears. “Shhhh….shhhh,” Anthony cooed as he started to pace around the study bouncing Gregory in his arms, “Did the bad block hurt you? Oh noo…” He continued to soothe and when Gregory's cries continued and went up in octave he laughed and caught himself with a bite of his lip.

“Come now little man, such a noise!” He said pulling a funny face trying to calm down the little boy. It somewhat worked and Gregory’s cries turned in little sobs as he tried to catch his breath. Anthony moved the little boy, so his head was resting in the crook of Anthony neck and shoulder, and he continued to pace.

“Is everything okay my Lord?”

Anthony spun around to see their nanny, Kate, standing at the door with baby H in her arms. Anthony moved Gregory back to his hip and ran a hand over the little boys back, “We have had a minor disagreement with a block. Poor Gregory has been brutally attacked!” He said tickling the little boys stomach. Gregory gave a little giggle but still continued to give little sobs and buried his head in Anthony’s shoulder. Kate stuck out her bottom lip and gave Gregory a little wave.

“Shall we swap? I can clean him up and he is due a nappy chance anyway.” Kate said moving Hyacinth, so she was holding her with one arm. Anthony nodded, “Do you want to go with Miss Kate?” he said running a hand through Gregory’s messy curls trying to flatten them the best he could. The little boy nodded sadly and yet still reached his arms out for her and with a small shuffle the adults swapped the children with a practiced ease. Anthony waved Hyacinth little hand at Gregory and Kate as they left the study and when they were gone, he held Hyacinth out in front of him, blew a raspberry on her little stomach and was rewarded with a loud laugh from his baby sister.

“Hello my little love, shall we sit a while?” Anthony said to Hyacinth who stared down at him with their mothers eyes, “I think so” he said taking a seat on the lounge that was by the wide window. He sat with his back against the armrest and propped up Hyacinth on his knees, “Did you have a good day?” he asked playing with her hands and watching as she smiled at the sound of his voice.

A father wasn’t something that Anthony though he would be at eighteen, but looking down at the tiny baby he knew that he would never have a more important job. The title, the running of the estate and even his own schooling at Oxford would never been more important than the little life that was resting on his knees. He would put every one of his siblings before himself and he would spend the rest of the life insuring that they were happy and provided for. For he was now father, mother and brother to six children that has known more heartbreak in their small life then most adults would in their whole big life. Giving Hyacinth a smile he brought her up to rest on his chest and held her tightly to him placing a soft kiss on her head. He felt as she started to drift off and closed his eyes too, the sun casting them in a warm glow as they both fell into a peaceful nap.