#oc: lachesis

[windupaidoneus]

mr mistoffelees performed by lachesis (as rum tum tugger) & hades (as mr mistoffelees) is that anything. can anyone hear me

[irisopranta]

Her name is Lachesis because her story is mostly her dealing with the fate she was dealt. It just worked out even more that the fates in Greek mythos had weaver vibes. Also this conversation made me lean more into it:

WoLQotd! If you have Azem/Ancient OCs, what are their names and how did you come up with them?

[myut0eve]

Strawbunny

[sealixirfairytales]

My three Fates :)

I used the latin names of the Fates from the mythology because I though the greek names (Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos) were super ugly

Decuma is smaller because the "present" is a shorter period than past and futur. Morta is taller because the "futur" is infinite

The Tapestry of Time on Tapas

on Ao3

[the-lights-are-loud]

It’s terrifying. Rumors of relentless assassins and boundless war on the tip of each tongue. It’s not something you would expect a child to be familiar with, let alone fully understand. Nothing was surprising to his ears. Why would it? It had been one of the things he’d known since birth.

Sometimes he would tip-toe around their quarters at night, listening to each room. His parents had hushed whispers, soft arguments, and muffled pacing. His brother was seldom quiet. Impatient flipping of papers, grunts and huffs of arms practice, and frequent escapes to the kitchens. His room was always dark and silent. Tomblike.

There were other whispers. Ones that intrigued his young mind. The whisperings of answers, of hope, of safety. He followed these. The stories of faraway prophecies, curse-breakers, and magical heroes. This was what kept him up at night. 

“Son, you need to focus. These meetings are important.” His father pulled him from a daydream of peaceful uncertainty.

“Sorry, sir. Uh, but if they are so important, wouldn’t it be okay for me to read what the scribes write? That way I can get more out of them?” He immediately shut his mouth, an apologetic expression quickly spreading across his face. It was out of line to speak against him.

His father huffed, “You must learn now that you won’t always have time to review these meetings. You need to be able to make decisions with what you know. So please, pay attention.”

“Yes sir,” he breathed, shaking at the idea of that future. One where he would have to do this. By himself. He suppressed the urge to hide, to panic, to tremble. 

The rest of the meetings crawled by. Each commoner, noble, and guardsman had their two bits to give. He couldn’t help it, his mind wandered, wanting for life, unlike this one. One that was blessed, unkind, and didn’t have the weight of the world. Where he could be free, to choose, to live, to leave, the allure drew him.

“Your Majesties.” The strange tone drew him back to reality, raspy and sour with no fullness to the sound. Standing in front of their dais, directly beneath his hard throne, was a woman. He had never seen someone who looked so young, yet so old. Her hair was a brilliant white, hanging around her shoulders, like thin, fragile crystals. Her eyes were piercing, vivid blue, holding infinite wisdom, and childlike wonder. She had few wrinkles and the ones she did have crinkled at the edges of her eyes and mouth, from years of the practice of smiling. Her robes were nondescript, a simple, rich brown. Her arms were open like she was preparing for an embrace.

“Your Majesties, I bring tidings of hope. All is not lost for you.” She measured her words like they were rehearsed.

“And who are you to proclaim this?” His father interjected. His interest was clearly piqued, but he radiated skepticism. 

“Someone you haven’t heard from in a while.”

“And who might that be?” His mother finally spoke, clearly annoyed with the roundabout exchange. The strange woman smiled.

“I am Lachesis, The Oracle.”

His father shot up, hands balled into fists. “Get you and your black magic out of my home, and out of my kingdom.” 

Terrified of his father’s words, he flinched back. For once, he didn’t understand. She backed away.

“If you seek answers, my library is open, even when I’m gone.” She smirked at him and his brother. “You have made a mistake sending me away before I can save you.”

“Get out of here. Get. Out.” His father’s voice was shaking. He wasn’t the only one. 

“Boys, go upstairs, your tutors are waiting.” His mother ushered them out of their seats. He couldn’t help but try his hardest to stay.

“Young Prince, you will come looking for me soon,” she cackled, those eyes that were once wise, now insane.

“Konrad,” his mother snapped at him. He was rooted in place as he watched Lachesis be dragged from the room. “Konrad, leave.”

His feet walked him out of the room, but his mind was still on his cold throne, watching his father yell, his mother scream, and guards close the hall's doors. He could still hear the maniacal laughter ringing in his ears.

[socially-reluctant]

Lachesis holding Wren, a very tiny baby clone

so i had this little side story/arc that involved Sunny finding and adopting a very small (possibly premature) mantis clone

she names it Wren because its so tiny

of course Hal's like 'thats going to grow into an adult man someday you know that right...? you can't just *adopt* it like a kitten'

and Sunny just gives him the puppy eyes until Hal's just like 'fine, i guess im raising a baby psychic now'

but any way Lachesis is the only one of the two original clones that ends up joining Vesper in his compound, as he is very agoraphobic and mostly blind, so he never left the facility he was born in even though it was long abandoned and crumbling

Vesper ended up taking him in after he found Lachesis, as he was ill and emaciated due to running out of supplies

while Lachesis was recovering in Vesper's compound, Vesper would become aware of the clone Sunny had found

Wren was weak and on the verge of dying after being rescued, so Vesper got in contact with Hal to see the clone they found

They brought Wren to the compound and Wren had stopped breathing

Lachesis left his room for the first time since arriving there, taking Wren in his hands

Lachesis reunited Wren's soul with his body, effectively bringing the little guy back to life

i have more lore on Lachesis to extrapolate but this post is already too long

tl;dr baby clone technically dies, Lachesis brings him back

[lizathatcher]

my and @buried-stars' ocs, cassie and lacey!

[candor-creator]

forsaken champion of despair... one hell of a guy

Lachesis (and this little sweetheart of a vessel) belong to @bettsplendens !!!

[smurf-ffxiv]

Better to die standing than to live kneeling.

[interplanaranathema]

Hey I just learned that Biomancers are a thing in Warhammer 40k, Psykers capable of controlling the biology of other living things with their minds. So I was curious if Lachesis was psyker biomancer?

I'd like to think so but you need an incredible amount of discipline to do other people. I believe that one of the best canon biomancers was a T-sons Apothecary! But Lachesis IS a biomancer and his legion used to temporarily graft body parts (like wings more so) for the tactical advantage and that was aided by his librarians. He's much more practical about his biomancy, and doesn't use it unless he finds it's needed. Other than that he keeps that ability a more closed off so not a lot people know about it. Horus did know about the true extent of it. He kinda stumbled upon Lachesis testing out his mount one time in the lab.

This is his "mount" and he seldom uses it when he's around his brothers as that he's is cautious on how they'd view it. After all, his apothecaries are seeded throughout the region AND some of the non-11th apothecaries were trained by him as well. Something about know a legion's medical history and being able to manipulate the body like this does NOT bode well (light hearted).

This ammount is, as you can probably tell, the same type of form his warp form soon takes. ANd That's another ramble for another day

[windupaidoneus]

lachesis is so cunty. i need to finish modding him so i can show him

[lunefaer]

otp doodles for my birthday

used : prismacolor col-erase in purple, 3b mechanical pencil, ikea måla markers, zig fabricolor light carmine

and digital art.

[myut0eve]

My Open Legend character, Lachesis, in casual clothes

[serenofroses]

Darth Lachris Lachesis: [10/?] sw:tor Nevrakis legacy. note: was originally meant to be Darth Lachris but I went and retconned her into Echani-Sith Hybrid with a name change. she still remains as Jadus' younger half-sister in this canon divergent.

[lucislibari]

I PROMISE I PROMISE I do more than sketching!! That’s just a lot of it rn!! what else am I supposed to do during games or during my breaks at work!! Work on any of my WIPs?! As if!

[socially-reluctant]

quick and shitty line and color of Lachesis