#oh pallas

[cream-and-tea]

nightmare, secret, and wound for the character(s) you think have the most interesting answers!!!

~Morri (@memento-morri-writes)

Not Nice ask game here! (all of these questions are pallasbait so i’m going to get that out of my system and answer all three for them lol)

nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?

pallas has a pretty messy relationship with the concept of sleeping in the same way that they have a pretty messy relationship with most Basic Human Needs, so they really only sleep when they absolutely cannot stay awake any longer. but if i’m being honest they’ve repressed everything they could have nightmares about SO hard that they don’t really have bad dreams and if they do they don’t remember them when they wake up. they do have one extended nightmare sequence in the book as i’ve planned it but that happens when they’re actively bleeding out + their entire worldview is crumbling, so it’s really a way to show the way all of their Repression Level 5000 Mental Blocks have started to break down lol

secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?

this is kinda hard to answer because pallas hate hate haaaaates being Perceived in any meaningful capacity, so their view of what counts as “secret” is massively skewed lol. if they had their way no one would be able to access any information about them without going through a fifty step vetting process and a blood oath binding them to never repeat any of it (which isn’t to far off from what they actually do tbh).

apart from one Super Huge Spoiler Thing i think the thing that pallas wouldn’t want ANYONE to know is that they aren’t anywhere NEAR as secure in themself/their position as everyone thinks. they put a lot of effort into coming across as Cool and Detached and Cruel, so to have anyone see past that would be absolutely devastating. because if someone could look and see how much what pallas does is eating them alive they might try to question it and bring them out of it and force them to—GOD forbid—self reflect for once. they’ll take hatred and fear over pity any day.

wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?

heyyyyy character i have with the highest pain tolerance!!!! super powerful bloodflesh magic + incredibly taxing training (to put it mildly) + intense healing factor + functional immortality will do that to you!! due to uhhhhh All Of That pallas’s general response to being wounded is to walk that shit off unless it’s directly preventing them from completing their mission, which is a pretty high threshold. you know that they’re my specialist little guy because they’re constantly being battered physically mentally AND emotionally through the whole story. just put through the absolute ringer. it’s actually kind of hard to choose a worst one bc of that, but i’m gonna say that worst emotional/mental wound happened a year before the start of the book when their best friend nina Died supersuper hard and worst physical wound happens in book two when [REDACTED] [REDCATED]’s them ❤️

[autisticandroids]

FAMINE: That's one deep, dark nothing you've got there, Dean.

[youtube with closed captions]

dean and his father. dean and his family. dean and how bad it is.

(via @closetoyou1970)

[crownedinmarigolds]

For @tzimizce's Palla Grande Event! Kingslayers.

"Freya" she's called but her true name has been long lost to time. Since birth she had been haunted by strange visions and whispers - and when her advice was heeded the village prospered. She was a beloved member of their society and for a time all was well. The eventual southern invaders however found her communications with the beyond blasphemous, and attempted to kill her in the name of God and King. Thanks to a passing Malkavian, she was Embraced before her demise, and she fought back against the invading force near on her own - but had to be banished from her village for the living's own good.

Kings. What's a king in the eyes of that which we cannot see? Little people trying to put reins on forces of chaos of which we cannot comprehend. Freya has no patience for anyone who would wear a crown, and in her pack, she is the sword that strikes any little Prince who thinks they can try and put her down.

[p1nk-pallas]

homophobic elijah volkov (yes that's actually the VA)

[grape-jucie-dog]

After Tonight by TE/MO (Teagan Earley) on repeat + Athena = Oh my good gods I'm super gay

(she's definitely tipsy or drunk in this)

Aphrodite definitely picked the outfit because Athena would NEVER (Well. Maybe. Depends if she's feeling particularly bold.)

(This is actually for a future chapter for my Athena and Pallas AU fic that I couldn't help but draw now lol)

[foxholeprince]

They were taking the best of their soldiers:

- Jord of the short sword 🗡️

- Lydos of the trident 🔱

- Aktis of the spear 🏹

- Pallas, who was triple-crowned 👑

- Lazar, who whistled at Pallas 😮‍💨

Lazar:

[pallas-perspective]

whose Oscar?

Oh you must be new here.

Sorry you're stumbling into such a ✨mess✨ tumblr's glitching out on me.

Oscar's my partner. We're THE high school sweethearts. They were being stupid yesterday and we had a fight and they're ignoring me rn (soooo immature).

Don't worry about them they always come around sooner or later~

If you stick around I'll be back to the usual posting soon. I've got a Delcatty booked in this evening so I'll give a few grooming tips... since all those posts are currently in the distortion world or wherever the fuck.

[shoujo--rei]

petition to replace scissoring with chainsawing? and given that the petition is successful which it will be, is it not lesbophobic that there’s no chainsaw emoji?

every day i wake up and fine beautiful poetry in my askbox

[voidedjuice]

The new Pallas skin is so funny to me

[wintry--mix]

I entered art fight last year and for some reason said absolutely nothing about it here, and thus I’m here to make up for it this year :) filler post GO

In the process of making refs for the probably-way-too-many new OCs I’ve made since last year, I thought it would be fun to make these lil memes with them! (Even if the more unique icons I might make for em haven’t been made yet) However, this is gonna be a LOT of ocs to tag (and it’ll be especially long if I’m IDing them by space in the grid) so uhh here we go (under the cut though for previously mentioned reasons)

OCs:

I demand attention and kisses bc I exist - Kiki (he/him (?))

I need medical help because I exist - Ed (he/him)

I’m going to try to hide the fact that I exist - Clara (she/her)

I demand attention and kisses bc I caught a cold - Violet (she/they)

I need medical help because I caught a cold - Hyacinth (he/they)

I’m going to try to hide the fact that I caught a cold - Jet (he/him) (OH AND PS. He got into a tournament, will RB something from it later)

I demand attention and kisses bc I got a stab would - Liz (she/her)

I need medical help because I got a stab would - Suha (she/her)

I’m going to try to hide the fact that I got a stab would - Marella (she/her)

Ok so I’m lonely - Pallas (he/him)

Please help me I’m lonely - Saber (he/him)

I can’t talk rn, I’m lonely - Odyssey (she/it)

Ok so I’m hungry - Momo (she/her)

Please help me I’m hungry - Tyche (she/her)

I can’t talk rn, I’m hungry - Callie (she/her), note that I already entered her last year but I brought her into the second one bc I was running out of new guys

Ok so I hate you - Maki (she/her)

Please help me I hate you - Kitsune (she/her)

I can’t talk rn, I hate you - Roman (he/him)

[animalpetcel]

Aaaaah why

I can’t even go further because I promised myself that I would stop at the first 6* (even if I got them during free pulls, as shown above) because Degenbrecher, Zuo Le and R6S are a higher priority for me

But why didn’t it have to be Nearl

Virtuosa would have been fun

And Viviana is at least pretty

Nearl was like my least favorite event, limited and female character (actually I probably dislike Suzuran more that Nearl but I will forever be disappointed on how Blemishine got nothing post her own event so Mylnar and Nearl will always be on my hit list)

I could have gotten Skalter finally (since I’m tired of high end guides that actually need her and not just a medic)…I’d have even accepted Texalter (might not be a fan of her kit but her event really helped make her more interesting in my mind now that I know her background)

[cream-and-tea]

oh man the judge/calliope and pallas&agnes thoughts are really eating holes in my brain tonight,,,,,,

[darknymfa]

Some kitty pictures from the zoo today. Didn't see the (new!) snow leopard unfortunately, but the clouded leopard was also very cute. The Pallas cats was also new (for me, at least) and a lot easier to spot (and also upset because there were birds walking around).

[latinthusiast]

haec ubi deflevit, tolli miserabile corpus imperat, et toto lectos ex agmine mittit mille viros qui supremum comitentur honorem intersintque patris lacrimis, solacia luctus exigua ingentis, misero sed debita patri. (Vergil, Aeneid 11.58-62)

When he has mourned these things, he orders the pitiful body to be moved, and he sends a thousand men chosen from the whole battle-line to accompany that final honor and be among the tears of his father, a meager consolation for a huge loss, but one owed to the heartbroken father.

[underthehedge]

Source is Wildlife Instincts: Pallas's Cat - Master of the Plains on YouTube

What a good day to be filming a nature documentary.

[loiyaltie]

his brother has every right to despise him, did he not garner the favour of the world while his brother rotted in the shadows, their father’s tactic to remove them from each other, to allow one to prosper, despite the suffering he endure and the other to represent him, as a sacrifice, in the end - was this not what their father deserved. Gepard glances up, hearing the other’s footfalls before they step out of the shadows, through the shattered windows silver moonlight sprays across the floor, shards of glass glistening. he had come here - did he believe he would be understood ? that with their father’s blood still drying on his hands that his brother would not recoil from him. Gepard’s eyes, once warm brooks teeming with vitality, look vacuous and exhausted, everything had been drained from him in that one, violent crescendo, the come down had been devastating. “ i didn’t know where else to go.” he said, almost helplessly, as woefully so as he had been as a child. “ I should have sent a message - something ahead of time.” ( a late ask <3 )

"Too late for that."

The blunt words come coupled with a brutality, one fostered in hardship and isolation, the consequence of separation from the world. When he had been cast below and refused right to the glisten of sunlight dancing across the snow plains, he had festered in the dark, that which had once made him joyous and engaging whittled away by hardship and the increasing awareness of his discarding. Left like a toy no longer necessary, broken in the Underworld with nought but the one staff member deigned to care for him till he came of age.

Pallas learnt the grim reality of the Landau world before he had reached the prime of adulthood. His days of youth vanquished in Fragmentum and Geomarrow and the increasing knowledge that he had been cast away, the spare part of the family portrait.

Cobalt hues study his mirror image and his lips curl, wondering why the fractures are so obvious, why in Gepard he can now see the shattered fragments being pieced together, unmasked by the actions undertaken. "Looks like you had a rough night..." Observation cast, he begins to piece together the clues, the dried blood and hollowed stare. The regression to someone he might almost deem familiar.

He sees now that this may require a delicacy that he has long since lost. Serval would be better for it, Lynx even. Pallas does not know what it is to be gentle, his edges sharpened and honed for a world in which he had not belonged. The target to blame when the Overworld closed its doors and stole away what little resources the people had. There was no space for gentle when the crowds came to his door, when he had been chased from the last shelter held and persecuted as the scapegoat for understandable rage. Still, he can try. He can pull the little remains of his heart back into place for the one he was stolen from, his other half.

"Tell me what happened... mission report style, just give me the facts..." He steps closer, narrowing the space and presses a hand against cheek, an anchoring line, drawing the other back to him. There is no horror he cannot endure, just as Gepard is the bastion of the battlefield, and he is the stockade, the enduring force that lingers in the depths, able to continue no matter what the situation. He's had to be.

"We will deal with it. Trust in me, Gep..." ( @fortifice )