#legends areus

[pumperpup]

In the shadow of Mount Taygetos, under the fading caress of the setting sun, a lone Spartan warrior named Areus made his way through the dense, untamed forests that bordered the lands of Sparta. His body, already a testament to the rigorous training and discipline that defined the Spartan way of life, bore the marks and scars of countless drills and skirmishes. Yet, within him burned an insatiable desire for strength that transcended the limits of mortal capabilities.

As the other warriors returned to their quarters, weary from the day's training, Areus felt a restless energy urging him to venture further, driven by tales of ancient gods and hidden sanctuaries whispered amongst his kin. His journey led him deep into the heart of the wilderness, to a place untouched by time, where the air itself hummed with a mysterious power.

It was there, in a secluded grove illuminated by the soft glow of the moon, that Areus stumbled upon a pool of water unlike any he had ever seen. The pool, lit by the light of the moon, shimmered with an ethereal glow, its surface smooth and inviting. A sense of destiny washed over Areus as he approached, drawn by the pool's mesmerizing beauty and the faint, inexplicable pull of the divine.

Remembering the legends of his people, Areus knew this was no ordinary body of water. It was said that such pools were blessed by the gods themselves, offering those who were worthy a gift beyond measure. With a heart pounding with anticipation and reverence, Areus stepped into the pool, his skin tingling as the water enveloped him, a sensation both exhilarating and terrifying.

The transformation began the moment Areus submerged himself. The waters glowed brighter, wrapping around him like a cocoon of pure energy. His muscles tensed, then expanded, growing in size and strength with each passing second. The pain was intense, as if his very fibers were being torn apart and knitted back together, stronger and more powerful than before. His body surged with an otherworldly force, his veins coursing with the might of the gods.

When Areus emerged from the pool, he was transformed. His physique, already formidable, was now a marvel of muscular perfection, each contour and sinew defined with impossible precision and power. He felt an invincibility coursing through him, a boundless strength that knew no equal. The warrior stood, a solitary figure bathed in the moonlight, reborn through divine intervention.

The journey back to Sparta was a blur, Areus's mind reeling from the magnitude of his transformation. As he rejoined his fellow warriors the following day, his newfound strength was undeniable. In training, he moved with a grace and power that outmatched even the strongest of his peers. His strikes were thunderous, his agility unmatched, a testament to the divine gift he had received.

Areus's discovery of the pool remained his secret, a sacred bond between him and the gods. His legendary prowess on the battlefield became the stuff of Spartan lore, a tale of one warrior's quest for greatness and the divine favor that granted it. Areus had transcended the limits of mortality, a lone figure whose strength was a gift from the heavens, forever remembered as the Spartan who touched the divine.

[sparatus]

IS THAT FORTUNATE SON CHAPTER TWO I SEE

YEAH I SWEAR IT STILL EXISTS

wip folder game

fortunate son is an examination of the sparatus family immediately after shanxi, specifically the eldest son areus as he struggles with the changes that come with his father's promotion to councilor. in this second chapter, areus returns home to the citadel in time for his youngest sibling's 6th birthday and his father's inauguration, and notes with growing resentment each new security measure and every desperate microphone now trained on him.

oops i got excited, a snip:

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Dad and Verres weren't hard to find. Verres was nervous in crowds, and Dad had always been an expert in the fine art of camera dodging as long as Areus had known him, so all he had to do was find the quietest corner with the best view, and there they were, plain as day. Ironically, Areus thought, it would have made a great PR photo: the living legend feared by every criminal from there to the end of the galaxy and back again, about to be the most important turian in xenopolitics, gently leaning over his son and pointing out different ships flying through the nebula in a soft voice. Verres followed his hand with rapt attention, eyes wide with curiosity. Shame Dad had threatened the press with every lawsuit possible if they so much as thought about their cameras where his underage children were involved.

Areus glanced down at Cal, still absorbed in her play, and flicked a mandible. “Hey, Callie," he whispered, tapping his thumb-claw on her hand to get her attention.

She halted abruptly and tipped her head with a chirp, and he leaned in conspiratorially. “You wanna sneak up on Siön and Verres?"

Her eyes lit up, and he purred as he leaned down to scoop her up. “Alright, we’re gonna be really quiet, okay?" he murmured, settling her against his cowl.

At her very serious little nod, he chuffed and kept walking. She had to stifle a giggle with her hands, but that was fine. She was only five, after all.

If Dad had heard, he hadn't made any sign, just continuing to watch out the window. “... and there's the Enninion," he was saying as they slunk forward, pointing out the massive dreadnought loitering at the edge of the reserved docking space. “She was at Shanxi. Dreadnoughts need a lot of space to dock, so she's going to wait until these transports get out of the way so she can approach without hitting anyone."

Verres whirred. He still chewed on his thumb-claw, apparently, and had it in his mouth as he leaned on Dad’s leg. "Which one had Areus in it, again?"

Areus looked at Callie, who slapped her hands over a manic giggle, and lifted his mandibles as he took another step forward. “It's hard to tell," he whirred before Dad could speak, and Verres's little gasp of recognition was all he needed to hear. “They all look the same, y’know."

Dad twisted his head, Verres spun around, and Areus shifted his grip on his sister so he could beckon his brother in, too. “Hiya, Ver."

He had maybe three seconds to brace before his legs were almost knocked out from under him, again, by the full force of a very large eight-year-old’s surge forward to hug him. He nearly dropped Cal, and would have fallen over if not for the long, calloused hand snapping onto his bicep to hold him steady. “Fuck, easy, kid,” he puffed, shuffling his feet to regain his balance and wrapping his arm around Verres's cowl. “You got strong while I was gone, huh?"

Verres just snuffled, shoving his face against Areus’s fatigues. A deeper, softer voice answered for him, one that made Areus's heart roll over in his chest at the first note. "We’ve been playing clawball after I get off work, to build his confidence.” Dad made sure he was steady before releasing his arm, looking him up and down with mandibles slightly raised. Whatever he saw, he must have been satisfied, because he clasped his hands behind his back and purred. “Welcome home, Areus."

Claw scratched against metal. If Areus squinted, he was sure he'd be able to see his father vibrating with the effort of holding himself back.

Areus had to agree.

He nudged Verres aside, and set Cal down, and crossed the single remaining stride to throw himself into the arms already spreading and waiting for him by the time he got there. Dad's subvocals whirred a whole mess of emotions, grief and relief and ache, but above all else rose love, strong and thrumming and woven into every cell of him, and for just a moment, Areus forgot the last year. This was no councilor-to-be, no diplomat struggling with the PR disaster he’d inherited – this was only his siön, the man who’d taken him outside on clear polar nights to count the stars and taught him to race dazduus across the summer tundra. Councilor Sparatus was a name on an office door, and Ierian was here, holding Areus's face in his hands and weeping that it was solid. “My boy," he whispered, and Areus’s heart sang in harmony with his as the love contained in those two little words flowed between them and overflowed. “My son, my boy."

Areus tried to rumble back, but it came out a whimper. He leaned into the touch and closed his eyes, breathing in the sea-brine and spiced mead that he’d known since before he could remember. “Hi, Siön," he mumbled. “I missed you guys."

Dad just sucked in a deep, shaking breath. “I prayed – I begged Ragged Pelt and Bloodied Track to bring you home safe." The hands on Areus's mandibles trembled. Dad had been raised in the old faith, the ancient gods that protected Tiirtias before the Cipritinians and their spirits came, and you didn't dare speak their names aloud unless you were sure you wanted the attention. Areus guessed the tundra’s native son had earned the right to petition the old ones a thousand times over. “When we heard about Shanxi, I- I carved a hundred talismans, burned a hundred offerings. And they listened, and the treaty was signed, and here you are.”

[snootsnooter]

WHAT DID THEY DO TO PALKIA AND DIALGA AAAAAAAAAAAAAA THEY LOOK SO BAD.

God the only Hisuian pokemon that looks good even remotely is the Goodra line and the zoroark line... the rest are just... awful...

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[octoshot]

maybe this meeting went a little more differently in his head

[traintwin2]

an offer.

Text: Arceus: Hello, I require some assistance. I beg of you to help.

Areus, cont.: I know it is a big ask to leave your life behind..

Unknown Child: Oh Arceus legends huh? Aight I'll help. Under Two conditions!

First Next

[elytrafemme]

first impression: one of callizinc's cool mutuals! there is something going on there hang on what is this thread

current impression: one of my cool mutuals! :D very awesome author and chill person

calli fucking carried me with her clout with like 10% of the mutuals i have girl help 😭

ugh areus you're so cool i cannot believe that eggman meme on me and zie's thread is what led to all of this. absolute fucking legend

[noblezamag]

ICYMI: another historic moment of this year, Cuban-American producer Ozzie Areu becomes Founder & CEO of Areu Bros. Studios — the FIRST Latino-owned and operated film and television studio in the United States! A truly inspiring story where Ozzie went from security, to executive, to then President of Tyler Perry studios and is now creating a page of Latino history. AMAZING. He has partnered with his brother and legend, Gloria Estefan. Can't wait to see what projects they put out in 2020 Q #Nobleza #NoblezaMagazine #Latinx #Latina #Latinos #Film https://www.instagram.com/p/B6jUqWxndmy/?igshid=cqufppqjg6ul

[rottingstar]

im rewatching legend of korra and aREU KIDDING WHY WOULDNT U DATE BOLIN HES SUCH A SWEETHEART OMFG

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