#karnus

[fashionablyenigmatic]

🎶 - for all the kids you coward

Cadmus: You should see me in a crown- Billie eilish

Benni: I believe in peace- Kate Douglas

Karnus: Masterpeice- Able heart

Syliph: I hear a symphony- Cody Fry

[satyr-gardens]

Gym Time.

The alarm blared at 9 am, jolting Cadmus from his slumber. He groggily glared at the intrusive noise, only to realize he had no plans for the day. Those were the moments he cherished the most—when he could laze around, perhaps indulge in a rejuvenating spa session or treat himself to a relaxing facial. He relished the idea of sleeping in and disregarded the peculiar shadowy figure lurking in the corner of his room. However, before he could fully embrace the day, his tranquility was abruptly shattered.

Oh no. A sudden tendril snaked around Cadmus' leg, lifting him effortlessly into the air. He couldn't help but let out a frustrated cry, "GOD DAMN IT, KARNUS! HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO GET IN HERE?" Cadmus quickly grabbed a nearby silk sheet, attempting to cover himself. After all, he rarely wore anything to bed.

With a mischievous grin, Karnus, his younger brother, maintained his hold on Cadmus, dangling him in mid-air. "Come on, Cad. You know the drill. If I had told you beforehand, you would have made it more difficult for me. It's gym time!" Karnus playfully dropped Cadmus with a satisfying thud, preparing to drag him along for their exercise session.

Cadmus grumpily stood up and draped the sheet around him like a makeshift toga. "I'm not going, it's Sunday! Besides, I have my own gym, Karny."

Karnus smirked, undeterred by Cadmus' resistance. "Yes, I know you have your own gym, but we're going to mine today. You use your gym as a pickup spot, and that's precisely why we're going elsewhere. Now, hurry up and get dressed. Our parents are waiting in the car."

Cadmus raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You brought them along? What's the occasion?"

Karnus grinned proudly. "Well, it's Mother's Day. I thought it would be nice to have a family get-together."

Cadmus let out an exasperated groan. Of course, it was Mother's Day. He mentally reminded himself to send Al and Stan flowers later. "What about Bennie and Syliph? Are they joining us?"

Karnus shook his head. "No, they're both busy. We'll meet them for lunch later."

Cadmus snapped his fingers, instantly transformed into proper gym attire, though his melting eyeliner still made him look a bit disheveled. "Why don't they have to go to the gym?"

Karnus shrugged nonchalantly. "Because they manage to keep up with their exercise without anyone asking them to."

"You little piece of..." Cadmus began, his words trailing off as he realized he was wasting his breath. "Fine. I'll meet you downstairs once I'm ready."

"Just don't make us wait Caddy."

A little while later, Cadmus, holding a coffee cup in hand, joined his family outside and climbed into the car. However, in his haste, he accidentally bumped his horns against the door frame. "SHIT!" he exclaimed, wincing in pain, before noticing his parents seated inside. "Hey Pops, Hey Dad," he greeted them, attempting to recover his composure.

Alphonse and Stan, completely absorbed in each other's embrace, finally acknowledged Cadmus's presence. Alphonse cast a concerned glance at his son. "Good morning, Cadmus... You're looking... pale. You had time to get coffee, but not for us?"

Cadmus smirked and fastened his seat belt, ready for the banter. "Well, considering I'm probably paying for lunch today, I figured it didn't really matter. Do I have that right?" He shot a glance at Karnus, who confirmed the arrangement with a nod.

"Yep! But you really should have just gotten water. Coffee isn't the best choice before a workout session," Karnus chimed in, offering his well-intentioned advice.

Upon arriving at the gym, Cadmus observed Alphonse and Stan, as expected, partnering up and engaging in all the activities that couples typically do at the gym.

Meanwhile, Cadmus found himself compelled to run laps, with Karnus as his coach. He huffed and puffed, his energy depleting until he eventually collapsed, like a house made of sticks.

"Come on, man, get up! Do you even parkour?" Karnus scolded, urging Cadmus to rise.

"Of course not!" Cadmus retorted, crawling back to his feet. "I'm not like you. I don't bound from rooftop to rooftop like some demented Mothman!"

"Well, perhaps you should, bro. You're really getting out of shape," Karnus chided.

"I beg your pardon! I look as good as I ever did!" Cadmus protested, his pride wounded.

"Yeah, and how much of that is glamour magic?" Karnus questioned, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

Cadmus hesitated for a moment before offering a flimsy explanation, "Um... only a little, just to adjust my makeup."

"Uh huh," Karnus responded, his disbelief evident.

"Besides, magic eats fat. I don't see the point in exercise if that's the case," Cadmus countered, attempting to justify his aversion to physical activity.

Alphonse, who was diligently working on the stair master at this point, chimed in. "Son, magic may consume fat, but it doesn't replace it with muscle. That's why we exercise."

Stan, momentarily distracted from his bench curls by Alphonse's sculpted posterior, nodded in agreement. "Yeah... what he said."

Alphonse let out a playful chuckle, his tone laced with flirtation. "Are you distracted, my love?" he asked, maintaining his energy.

"Very~," Stan replied, matching Alphonse's playfulness, until Karnus intervened with a sharp whistle.

"Hey! This may be a holiday for you two, but this is still my gym. Don't make me separate you," Karnus admonished, his authoritative tone cutting through their antics.

Both Alphonse and Stan rolled their eyes in unison, mimicking the gestures of annoyed teenagers being told to clean their rooms. "Yes, sir," they replied in unison, a hint of mock obedience in their voices.

Turning his attention to Cadmus, Karnus reminded him of their agreement. "And as for you, Cadmus, we made a deal. It's either this gym session or you go through Aunt Irma's Boot Camp, and you know how severe she gets."

The thought of being chased through a Serbian forest by a wild bear did not appeal to Cadmus in the slightest. Reluctantly, he got up and continued his exercise routine without much complaint.

@violeteyedkiller @passimtemere

[passimtemere]

Sushi and Shadows: boarding school years.

Benni, Karnus, and Syliph had just completed a long day at school and decided to convene at their cherished sushi spot, conveniently located near their campus. Before school started, Alphonse had emphasized to them the importance of their sibling bond, despite their individuality and desire for independence, suggesting they make an effort to catch up weekly. Initially, they had brushed off this notion, but being creatures of habit, they frequently found themselves at the same sushi place. Perhaps it was the diverse menu that catered to their varying tastes or the secluded seating area in the back, where Karnus could assume his eccentric positions, Bennie could enjoy some privacy, and Syliph could sink into a comfortable armchair.

Their conversations flowed naturally.

"So, Benni, I heard you've become quite popular in the theatre club. I never thought of you as someone with stage presence," Karnus remarked, dramatically lounging upside down on the couch, making it seem like his legs were doing the talking.

"Well, I guess it's all the trauma that makes method acting easier. Plus, I needed an extra elective besides culinary arts, so I thought I could bluff my way through acting class by mimicking Dad," Benni explained with a shrug.

"Oh, that's funny, I'll be keeping an eye out for that. And Sy, how's religious studies treating you?" Karnus asked, a bit unsure where this topic might lead with his bookish brother.

Syliph sighed. "It's not as diverse or intellectually stimulating as I hoped. The professor seems fixated on exploring colonial perspectives of different cultures, which is disappointing considering he's a universalist. I thought he'd be more open-minded, but the classes are disappointingly one-sided. Maybe he's just pretending to be open-minded; I don't know."

Karnus shifted to lie down on the couch, making it easier to sneak a piece of sushi from Benni's plate and pop it into his mouth. "Wow, that's rough," he said, sounding almost nonchalant, though Syliph seemed to miss the hint.

"I know! There are so many captivating cultural beliefs to explore from different angles. I do all my research by immersing myself in the time and place I'm studying. How would my daily life be perceived through my beliefs? But no, he wants us to dissect these beliefs in a clinical manner. I even wrote a thought-provoking dissenting essay on this issue to the department head, who completely ignored it," Syliph lamented, taking a sip of his boba tea.

Bennie couldn't help but smile at Syliph's intellectual frustrations. "Well, you could consider asking Dad to help you gain admission to collegiate cou—" Bennie began, but Syliph cut them off.

"I'd rather not," Syliph bristled at the suggestion. They all often felt overshadowed by Alphonse's influence, making it challenging to establish themselves independently.

Bennie nodded. "Fair enough," they said, swatting Karnus's hand away as he made another attempt to pilfer a piece of sushi.

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@fashionablyenigmatic

[sins-of-the-sea]

✍️ if I may suggest: Karnus covered in poppets

SEND ✍️ AND I’LL DRAW YOUR MUSE!

Slow down, Karnus!! They just want to be your friend!! Really!

[vesperpharsalius]

You (17M) kneel before him (16M) at his bedside while he weeps over his dead brother that you killed. You wipe away his tears, rest your forehead against his, whisper words of comfort and affirmation onto his lips, and bury your fingers inside his beautiful curls that you’re obsessed with. You crawl into his bed and embrace him, letting him sob into your chest and convulse for hours, safe and secure in your arms. You snuggle him, nuzzle him, and tenderly stroke his hair as you coax him back from self–destructive ideation.

You do not think is—in any way, shape, or form—gay. You believe this is a normal interaction between two boys who have known each other for two days.

You are Darrow O’Lykos and you are not bisexual and you are certainly not attracted to Cassius au Bellona—or any Gold, for that matter. What would give anyone that impression?

Chapters 10–12 up now! To all my loyal readers, tysm for your patience! Please enjoy your feast 🍽️

[marauderjojo]

Glory

“All that we have is that shout into the wind – how we live. How we go. And how we stand before we fall.”

Pierce Brown- Morning Star 

[worldwithinworld]

Do you think darrow would have liked the bellona family if he ever got to meet them?

If Darrow met the Bellonas when they weren't beating him up and peeing on him, I think Darrow would like many, if not most of them. He liked Julian and Cassius, despite not wanting to like them. Tiberius sounds a bit like Diomedes or Lorn, so I think Darrow would respect him. At the end of Red Rising, when Nero is trying to recruit Darrow, Darrow thinks angrily about how these families are all fake. They are just teams with no love! And while he's thinking that, he's seeing Cassius and his dad hugging and crying about Julian, and I'm like, Darrow, I know you're understandably emotional right now, but I'm getting the impression that the Augustuses and the Bellonas do not deserve to be described in the same way.

Even with the bloodfeud against him, Darrow had some moments in Golden Son when he felt bad about what he was doing to the Bellona family. He knew they weren't all Julias and Karnuses. It would have been really interesting for him to be a Bellona lancer, because he might have grown attached to the family. Perhaps he would have considered reform over revolution? Probably not, or at least not very seriously. At least working for horrible Nero helped him keep his goals very clearly in mind.

[violeteyedkiller]

The neon buzz of The Lender Bar hummed in the humid night air a purple hue just kind enough for the usual night crowd casting a sickly glow over the cracked sidewalks of Inner City. I adjusted the brim of my hat, a rainbow tie-dye band wrapping around its base, and flicked the remains of a joint onto the street. People said Mothman didn’t belong in the city, especially not in a town like this, where everyone was in someone’s pocket, but they didn’t know what I knew. They didn’t see what I saw.

My wings, folded beneath a trench coat, twitched, sensitive to the static in the air. Something was coming—a storm, or maybe something worse. A half-forgotten radio jingle played from a nearby diner, and through the fog of smoke and streetlight, I saw him.

He stepped out of the shadows, tall and wiry, with long hair tied back in a sloppy ponytail. Sandled feet, bell-bottoms frayed at the cuffs, and a leather vest with no shirt underneath abs that led the eye down that happy little treasure trail, like he’d wandered straight out of some Woodstock daydream. His eyes were wide, pupils blown like he’d seen things he shouldn’t have—things no one should see. As he moved closer, I could sense it: the fear crackling around him like a live wire.

“Mr. Moth,” he rasped, glancing nervously down the alley. “You gotta help me. They’re coming for me, man.”

I exhaled and tugged the collar of my coat up against my fuzz. Another lost soul, caught up in the undertow of Inner City’s dark currents. But there was something else about him. The energy around him wasn’t normal—it pulsed, chaotic, something I hadn’t felt in weeks. Not since the first body turned up. Not since I realized this town’s shadows went deeper than just drugs and dirty money.

I peered at him through the haze. “Who’s after you, man?”

His voice trembled. “The Groovy Gang, dude. They know about me. They know everything.”

And just like that, I was in too deep. Again.

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@fashionablyenigmatic

[winnie-the-monster]

“So it’s pride.”

“It’s always pride.”

“Pride is just a shout into the wind.”

He shakes his head, voice deepening. “I will die. You will die. We will all die and the universe will carry on without care. All that we have—how we live. How we go. And how we stand before we fall.” He leans forward. “So you see, pride is the only thing.” His eyes leave mine and look across the room. “Pride, and women.”

-Golden Son

[virginiaoflykos]

I will die. You will die. We will all die and the universe will carry on without care. All that we have is that shout into the wind—how we live. How we go. And how we stand before we fall

[fashionablyenigmatic]

+ your favorite child

"Oh, what a great question! All my children possess wonderful qualities. Except for you, of course. Now, let's evaluate. Who boasts a rather successful business? Ah, yes, Karnus! His gym is thriving, or so I hear. Yet, no one can rival the achievements of the firstborn...triplet, Benni. I mean, those chocolates are truly out of this world, absolutely divine. And then there's our little mind reader, Syliph, who seems to know which book you need without you even asking—truly incredible talents. I wouldn't dare pit them against each other, and you should refrain from asking me that again, Cadmus, unless you want me to go all out on you. I love you all equally so there is no favorite."

@passimtemere

[satyr-gardens]

The Dark King

Cadmus sat upon his throne, draped in his black and gold robes. His hand tightly gripped a powerful staff adorned with an orb at the top, pulsing between shades of green and purple that were difficult to look at. The Dark King was a sight to behold, with a sharp jawline and piercing acid green eyes. However, his presence was also terrifying, amplified by the throne room's ominous atmosphere. The room was adorned with obsidian stonework, featuring gargoyles and imps glowering down from above.

"L-lord Cadmus, my liege," a royal messenger stammered, bowing before the king.

In response, Cadmus offered a rarely seen polite nod. "What is it?" he asked.

"Y-your Father, the Sky King, sends a request for an audience," the messenger replied meekly.

"WHAT?!" Cadmus exclaimed, his frustration evident as he picked up his staff and slammed it down upon the beautiful marble floor, causing a loud crack that shook the room. "Ugh, but I don't wanna..." he whined, sliding back into his throne like a petulant child. "What does he want now?"

The messenger shrugged, uncertain of the Sky King's intentions. "He said lunch? He also mentioned that, while you keep vampires as your subjects who at least go out at night to feast and have fun, he put 'fun' in air quotes and remarked that your Grace's tendency to stay indoors isn't very healthy."

Cadmus let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah," he grumbled. He couldn't deny that he had been spending a significant amount of time indoors, but with the scorching sun during the sunfall season, even the nights were uncomfortably hot, and he despised the heat—unless it was in his royal bath. "It would be just like him to comment on my lack of activities... Fine, accept his request and schedule lunch for tomorrow at someplace tolerable."

Despite the initial impression one might have of Cadmus, the Dark King, as an evil warlock overlord, the truth couldn't be further from that perception. In reality, Cadmus was a benevolent ruler with a penchant for dark and threatening aesthetics. For example, he had a torture chamber within his kingdom, but it remained empty as he couldn't find anyone deserving of such punishment. Even when he embarked on conquests to expand his kingdom, he did so through diplomatic means.

Initially, the sight of Cadmus's soldiers arriving in towns and villages with their ominous black wings and talon-like claws instilled fear in the hearts of the people. However, those fears gradually subsided as it became apparent that the soldiers were carrying essential supplies, food, medicines, and other necessities. Over time, even the younger subjects came to find solace and comfort in the dark and seemingly malevolent aesthetic that surrounded Cadmus and his kingdom.

The reason for Cadmus's petulant and foul mood stemmed from his latest endeavor to improve the livability of his kingdom—a sanitation effort known as the "Sewer system." Cadmus had witnessed the efficiency and brilliance of such a system in his father's Sky kingdom, though he had no intention of admitting this to his father.

Cadmus believed that implementing a sewer system in his own kingdom would greatly enhance the cleanliness and overall well-being of his subjects. However, the project was proving to be more challenging and frustrating than he had anticipated. The complexities of designing and constructing an efficient sewer system were testing his patience, and he found himself grappling with the details and logistical issues involved.

Amidst his vexation, Cadmus couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance at the thought that his father's kingdom had effortlessly implemented such a system, while he struggled to do the same. Nevertheless, determined to improve the living conditions for his subjects, he persevered, albeit with a rather sulky disposition.

Cadmus let out a sigh, rising from his throne and exiting the hall. An attentive Imp attendant followed closely behind, ensuring that the Dark King's long robe didn't drag or get caught on anything. He arrived at a prominently displayed Crystal ball, setting it up on an ornate stand and raising his staff aloft before inserting it into the stand. The pulsating light from the staff's orb transferred into the Crystal ball, causing it to pulse with energy. Cadmus began to wave his hands above the ball while reciting an incantation.

"I call upon the forces in the aether, to contact one of my blood. Spirits of connection, let me speak to my brother Karnus."

The light within the crystal ball swirled and shifted, briefly showing a horrific beast with sharp fangs before fading away, revealing a young man in a precarious situation. Karnus stared back at Cadmus, whispering, "Cadmus... I'm not in the best situation at the moment..."

"Well, what are yo—"

"Shut the fuck up... Man," Karnus interrupted curtly. "Look, give me a second."

Puzzled, Cadmus watched as Karnus moved around the crystal ball, eventually realizing that his brother was standing on the edge of a tall building with a dagger in his hand. Shocked by the sight, Cadmus whispered, "What the fuck are you doing?!"

Karnus remained silent, focusing on finding solid footing on a larger outcropping. He ignored the mirrored surface of a nearby window, which reflected his older brother's image. Finally, he found a secure position and replied, "Guild business, what does it look like?"

Cadmus pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times... The Thieves Guild is not a recognized organization! Couldn't you just find your thrill in the Adventurer's Guild like everyone else?"

"I could, but why would I want to be like everyone else? Besides, the Adventurer's Guild is overrun with jackass wannabe paladins," Karnus retorted. "Now, what's with the call? Do you have any idea what time it is?" He rummaged through his belt, searching for something.

"...Why did I call you?... Oh yes. Has Father contacted you?"

"Regarding what?" came Karnus's curt response.

"I don't know what goes through his mind; he's so scatterbrained."

"A trait you share in spades, dearest brother. No, Dad hasn't contacted me. Why does it matter?"

"Because he contacted me, and I wanted to make sure this wasn't a family affair I was unaware of."

"Well, if it were, I'm sure half the world would know. You know how he loves his parties," Karnus said, leaping from the edge of the building, which startled Cadmus.

"KARNUS!" Cadmus screamed-whispered at the Crystal ball, waving his hand somewhat frantically. He watched as his brother fell past several windows, only to realize that Karnus was wearing a harness and had a rope. Karnus stopped and flashed a cheeky grin at another window, where Cadmus's pale face had turned stony white, glaring at him. "That wasn't funny."

"You are a worrywart. Besides, you know we're mostly immortal," Karnus replied, repelling down the building even further.

"Yeah, 'mostly' doesn't stop us from turning into paste on a sidewalk," Cadmus muttered with concern.

"Listen, Caddy," Karnus began, his tone softened. "When was the last time you even had a meeting with him? Hell, with any of us? You have a bad habit of shutting the world away and overworking yourself—a trait Dad also shares with you. He's just worried, no ulterior motive... well, maybe except the occasional suitor, but honestly, I don't know anyone, aside from the demons you summon, who can last five minutes in the same room as you."

"Fuck you," Cadmus replied, feeling a mix of irritation and resignation.

"Aww, Caddy, fuck you too," Karnus said cheerily, flipping him off. "Goodbye, bro." He waved his hand, causing the crystal ball to turn translucent again, severing the connection between them.

Cadmus stood there, staring at the now empty crystal ball, a mix of emotions swirling within him. He couldn't help but acknowledge the truth in Karnus's words. Perhaps it was time for him to step out of his self-imposed isolation and reconnect.

@passimtemere

[satyr-gardens]

@passimtemere

"....So that's what I slipped on in the lounge."

   “My blood type is barbeque sauce.” 

[vesperpharsalius]

I read the quote you posted from golden son and I didn’t immediately read the tags so I was going crazy because I remembered the scene differently, but since I have only read GS translated in my language I thought it was a translation change. But now I feel dumb because what are the RR snippets I need more of whatever that was because that was beautiful, the lancelot part got me screaming crying and throwing up. please help😭

Thanks for the ask!

My copy of Red Rising (which is just a standard American mass–market paperback I bought back in 2016) has a teaser for Golden Son at the end, excerpts from Ch. 11–12, which cover the Gala.

It is mostly consistent with the corresponding parts of GS, with less dialogue and detail and overall polishing than the actual book, but there’s the occasional thing that got cut or changed in the final version. Strangely, the teaser at the end of my GS is identical to its corresponding scene in Morning Star—it’s the prologue—so I’m not sure whether this was deliberate.

Here’s the official version of THAT scene:

He of the bloodydamn golden curls is with the girl who nursed me to health in the winter, who helped me remember Eo's dream. His hand on her waist. His lips whispering into her ear. As surely as Cassius au Bellona put a sword in my stomach, he now sticks a dagger in my heart. His hair thick and lustrous. His chin cleft, hands steady. Shoulders powerful, made for war. Face made for the hearts of court. And he wears the rising sun of the Morning Knight. The rumors are true. It rips through the party. The Sovereign has made him one of the twelve. Despite the fact that I won the Institute, he's risen higher, tearing through the Dueling Circuit on Luna like an ancestor possessed. I've watched him on the HC, watched him stalk around the Bleeding Place as another Gold lies near death. But here, now, he dazzles, charms. Face split with a white smile. In his Golden body he has all I have and more. He is faster on his feet than I. As tall. More handsome. Wealthier. He has a better laugh and people think him kinder. Yet he has none of my burdens.

And this is the teaser from RR:

He of the bloodydamn golden curls is with the girl who nursed me to health in the winter, who helped me remember Eo's dream. His hand on her waist. His lips whispering into her ear. As surely Cassius au Bellona put a sword in my stomach, he now sticks a dagger in my heart. His hair thick and lustrous. His chin cleft. His hands steady. Form powerful. Shoulders made for war. Face made for the women of court. And he wears a crown badge. The Sovereign has taken him for one of her lancers. Despite the fact that I won at the Institute, he's risen higher, tearing through the Dueling Circuit on Luna like an ancestor possessed. I've watched him on the HC, watched him stalk around the Bleeding Place as another Gold lies near death. He stalks like a famished beast as if one life cannot sate the hunger that roils inside him. Here, now, he dazzles, charms. Face split with a white smile, he is the man fit for stories of romance, a Lancelot galloping from myth to steal a woman who could have been, but never was, my Guinevere. His is a charmed birth. He has all I have in his Golden body and more. He is faster on his feet than I. As tall. He is more handsome. Wealthier. A golden knight. He has a better laugh and people think him kinder. He does not have my burdens.

As you can see, the final version is a little more eloquent and better–worded. The teaser is rawer and a little clumsier. But… whoever cut the Lancelot and insatiable beast bits out should go to Deepgrave, fr, because they’re just 🤌🏽

With the exception of THAT scene, the differences are minor, the Final Cut being obviously superior and often opulent by comparison. Still, there are some notable omissions that didn’t make it, like:

A brief but important conversation between Darrow and Karnus (where he guzzles like, four glasses of wine in less than a minute; Eagle Rest needs an AA chapter, apparently) about butter, in which they establish that A) Lunese food has too much butter and not enough salt and that B) butter is disgusting and makes them feel like pigs.

Karnus also mentions that Julian loved butter so much he ate it by the stick, alone. Wtf, Julian.

Darrow also remarks at one point that A) Martians pride punctuality and always arrive on time, that B) Venusians disdain it and are always fashionably late, and that C) Lunese either come first or last, to keep people guessing and mess with their heads, ofc.

(I like to imagine the Raa being equally punctual and Dido coming to dinner two hours late wearing a diaphanous dress and body glitter, getting criminally offensive side–eye.)

Secret canon facts! Reblog for Lancelot Cassius and Carny Julian.

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