#osiris (hc)

[dredgen-dumbass]

heavily armored characters just like. lounging on a couch or wtvr especially if the room is small will never not be funny. saint-14 full armor in like… a waiting room. drifter’s obnoxious shoulder guards in the way of sitting back bc he will stab something. Zavala’s armor giving him a bigass blind spot when like… a kid tries to talk to him on that side or smth. can’t convince me there isn’t fluff from feathers everywhere osiris goes. same with shaxx and drifter tbh the three are just constantly shedding. it doesn’t have to be Titan armor to be comedically inconvenient

[lacrimiris]

my beloved hello charlotte doodles 🤍

i'm thinking about making some of these into stickers! maybe all? i know i'll use them :3

[ahamkara-apologist]

Some quick Aeris facts for y'all before I go to bed:

-Really likes lemon-flavored candies and lemon cake. Also a big fan of those fluffy donut holes with powdered sugar on top of them

-Very soft-spoken and usually mumbles when he talks, if he talks at all (yeah I based a lot of him off the Guardian in-game, but the Guardian's voice in game is super deep and that always takes me out LOL). He's also very blunt and has a hard time not sounding either deadpan or having a slightly off cadance to his voice, and most of his 'snappy comebacks' are from action movies or watching other guardians. Because his humour is extremely dry and he has a soft spot for puns, its sometimes hard to tell if this is deliberately done for comedic effect or copied because he's trying to come off as cool

-Will also infodump about his friend's interests and studies if prompted and in a good mood, and enjoys being infodumped to in turn. It gives him a starting-off point for him to engage in a conversation without Ghost's or Marcie's help

-Hates the popularity and 'placed on a pedestal' nature of being The Guardian(tm) and cares very little about fitting in socially, but also really wants to please those he looks up to/not upset people.

-Cannot sit normally on anything. He's a Hunter for a reason. He has to crouch-perch on everything and be on top of the tallest thing in the room. Half the time its just to see that he can do it

-Ghost is still officially named Ghost because he's got a Thing about names being special and also because neither of them can settle on one they like (I've called him Hoarfrost in the past but they are STILL debating on that). Also, he prefers to go by 'Guardian' because 'Aeris' is close to 'Eris' and in his reasoning, 'she had the name first so she gets seniority rights'

-Actually really likes tactile stimuli. He won't initiate physical affection much, but you bet your ass he's gonna cuddle if given the chance, though the person he usually only actively cuddles with is his sister, Marcie, or Ghost

-Has an apartment in the Tower that he never uses. Pretty much lives in the Eliksni quarter exclusively bc they don't pick up on the fact that he's autistic as fast as human people and he really likes that

-He's got Archer Muscles(tm) and is pretty pleased with it. He doesn't think much of his appearance often, but thats one of the few aspects of it that he's proud of

-Crow is one of his best friends, and while they had a whole tense thing with Crow having a crush on him pre regaining his memories that Aeris couldn't reciprocate and felt guilty for, they're still on pretty good terms (thats a whole other seperate thing I can get into tho)

-Actually hates fusion rifles, but was too polite to correct Saint when he said Aeris's favorite gun was a fusion rifle so

-Sexuality is like. Aro/ace/gay. He's aro for sure, and most of the time he barely thinks about or desires sex with people, but when he does it's only with men, his taste in which is...questionable, most of the time.

-(Misraaks. Taniks, if he had the chance. Drifter. You get the point.)

-Also, he's a bottom and likes to be shoved around bc of afformentioned 'doesnt like being treated like the Chosen One' shtick

-Pre death and rez: He's the result of a cocky, boastful human man getting frisky with an Awoken warrior. Said man married for power later, and was VERY unhappy when Aeris was dumped on his doorstep as a kid, esp. since he got his wife pregnant already (that was Marcie)

-Aeris's mother was named Iliya, he was brought to term, born in the Reef, and dumped on his dad bc his dad said they wouldn't need contraceptives bc Awoken and 'normal humans' couldn't interbreed. She pretty much birthed him out of spite

-He DID go back to the Reef a few times as a diplomat from Earth (his dad was politically savvy, if a douchebag), but I doubt his mom ever bothered with him much. Marcie was the only person he was close to, as he was her older brother and he ADORED her, and that was a bond that persisted even after their death and rez together

-she died in the Skolas Incident btw so no meeting her son again post-rez for her.

-This is something that Mara knew vaguely about, bc while Awoken/Humans are viable, they're really rare in the Reef. That she knew of his birth pre-death and who his mother was is part of the reason Aeris doesn't like her- it weirds him out. The only info that he got about himself pre-rez was from Marcie's diary (which was on her corpse when they were rezzed) was that the swearing woman underneath him in a rusted-out shelter in the cold of Old Russia was his half sister and that his father was a no-good whore, so the fact that someone out there knows of the other half of his family...it bothers him

-Despite that, he still has an instinctual connection to the Reef and a longing to fit in with it and gets really shy when Petra calls him 'cousin', since he's not quite right enough to stick in with Humans and too boring to be Awoken back on Earth, so it makes him feel included

[the11tailed]

Thinking of a solar warlock whose fire is so hot that it can cause themselves to turn to ash after prolonged use.

Like they're acting a well if residence and it's BLUE and white and it's so powerful and then someone takes notice that ih my god your face is burning off and floating around you IS THAT A PIECE IF YOUR EYE??

I'd I just think that oaracuasality should have a much more direct effect on its users, especially if they're powerful ones

That def gives me pre-friendship with Kurama vibes from Naruto. Crazy powerful abilities, but you can literally see the flesh burning away.

[pygmi-cygni]

hc for moonknight boys ( pigging off of the preferences hc a little..) with neighbor!reader who is thick as fuck and has a big white cat named Osiris and one day the Boys hear her opening her door in the hall and calling for her cat, the boys being like ⁉️ HUH and then they go over and meet the cat and like they have a huge big fat crush on her

AWW anon this sounds cute.

reader is fem (uses she/her) curvy, fluff, pining, dual POV. no y/n

Summary: reader moved in a week ago and her cat is adventurous. not exactly the way you asked but it mutated hehe

song recs: anything by stephen sanchez or frank ocean

Things had progressed nicely. The furniture arrived yesterday, and you'd got it done in a flash - hopefully the neighbors weren't too concerned with the loud thumps and scrapes. You were most glad that Osiris' cat tree had arrived so he'd stop shredding the carpet.

"Ozzy," you whistled. "Breakfast, bubba." You scraped the rest of the tin into his bowl and waited for the excited jingle of his collar.

Frowning, you peered into the living room. Even in dead sleep, Osiris woke at the prospect of a snack. Part of why you got along so well.

"Osiris?"

Hoping you hadn't shut him in a closet, you set down his meal and knocked on all the doors, checking the shelves and any tricky-to-reach spots. Ozzy often forgot his size and got into places he couldn't easily get out of.

It wasn't a huge apartment, only two bedrooms and a bathroom. You'd done two rounds before nervously figuring that he'd gotten out.

How? The door was closed and locked - you double checked, always.

Your hands fluttered nervously, lip stuck between your teeth. He was a lovely boy but he didn't know the area. You didn't know the area, where would you look? There was one floor below you until the busy street...

"Shit," you muttered, hurriedly pulling on your shoes. The cold air had started yesterday. I'm comin', buddy, don't worry, you thought nervously. You were dressed in a comfy sweater and sweats. Hopefully you didn't look too much like a crazy person.

Slamming your door behind you, you looked both ways down the hall, eyes squinting for a flash of white fur.

"Osiris?"

Marc had enough. Somewhere, a tiny trilling bell was jingling. It was driving him fucking insane. He'd poked through the stacks of books and under the mattress. His phone - Steven might've installed some crazy alarm - but no dice.

He peeked out his door. The hall was empty, but-

"Oh," he said, crouching. "Hey there, little guy."

Steven, now awake, snorted. Not very little, though, is he?

The roundest, whitest cat he'd seen in his life was sat patiently in front of his door. Brilliant green eyes blinked up, and a soft meow carried through the hall. Marc had never been good with cats.

His headmate shoved to the front, greedily reaching out for a pet. "He's so soft," Steve breathed, scratching under the cat's chin. A titanic purr radiated out of the fluffy monstrosity, reveling in the attention.

Steven was in love. He gently picked up the cat, snuggling its warmth. Marc grimaced, tapping on Steven's shoulder. You don't know where that's been, man. Wash your hands.

He waved him off, eyes glued to the cat. It was cold out; the poor thing was probably starving. Closing the door against the cold air, Steven happily set his new friend on the ground.

"Would you like some food, then, little man?" He cooed. The cat meowed again and ran off curiously. Steven watched as it poked and sniffed through his flat, purring the whole way. He noticed a slight jingling sound follow the furball. Aha, he was the culprit.

Means he's got a collar, Marc noted, so he's got an owner, I'd bet. Steven pouted slightly; he wouldn't mind keeping the little bugger. Jake hissed when the cat started wiggling into the closet.

Ay, if that thing steals my gloves I'm takin' it out back.

Steven gaped at the hostile behavior of his friends. "Alright, fine," he relented, "but I'd like to feed it first. It's cold out, y'know."

Whistling gently, Steven knelt down in front of the wardrobe. "Here, kitty," he said softly, clicking his tongue. A fluffy tail tickled his nose. Giggling, he caught the cat in his arms.

"Okay now, hold still for a smidge, lemme look at you-"

The cat squirmed as he felt around for a collar. Truly, the amount of hair on this thing was insane. Jake sneezed.

A little gold tag glimmered. Steven squinted. "O...Osiris? Innat funny, Marc? His name's Osiris!" He dropped the cat in favor of rambling about the deity, hands moving excitedly. Jake frowned.

Isn't that the death guy?

Steven sighed at Jake's vocabulary. "Underworld, mate, very different." The alter snorted. My bad, of course.

Could be an omen, Marc quipped.

"Why're you all being so grumpy?" Steven groaned, raking his hand through his hair, "it's just a cat."

Did the tag have an address? Jake wondered, back on track. The cat had curled up on Steven's lap, so he tried gently to get closer without disturbing him.

"Uh...yes?" The numbers were smudged to hell, so he couldn't really read it. The cat couldn't have gotten too far in the cold, his owner lived close. Steven's disappointment at letting go of his friend was quenched by the intrigue of meeting someone who was interested in Egyptology.

He fed the cat a few pieces of cheese and scooped him up. "Alright, off you pop, let's find your owner, yeah?"

The cat purred in his arms, snuffling into his jacket. Steven whistled aimlessly, locking his door and setting off.

He lived on the third and highest story - so he'd work his way downwards. He paused.

Marc sat back knowingly. See, in order for this to work you've actually got to talk to people, Stevie. Steven faltered. He looked sheepishly in the reflection of the doorknob.

"...Marc?"

Rolling his eyes, Marc slipped in to front, jostling with Osiris. The cat noticed a switch, and curiously sniffed the new alter. Jake backed out; claiming allergies. Grimacing, Marc reached for the knocker on the neighbor's door.

No luck. Nobody on his floor had seen or lost a cat named Osiris - though he did encounter a tearful little boy looking for his hamster. Internally, Marc wondered if the cat had found the rodent first. Steven would switch out every few minutes to stroke Osiris lovingly, before hiding in the headspace if someone approached.

The cat seemed to get used to the different men, eventually falling asleep.

Marc sighed, taking the elevator down to the second floor. This cat was heavy.

He nearly ran smack into someone else as he stepped out. Osiris yowled and he stuttered an apology, blinking at the impact.

A very shocked woman was staring at him, mouth open.

"You've got my cat!"

He blinked again, looking at Osiris. "Your...he's yours?"

You nodded, reaching out for him. Marc clumsily handed him over, still reeling from the coincidence. You thanked him profusely, gently scolding the cat.

You beamed at him. "Thank you so much, sir, I thought I'd never find him. Ozzy's a bit of a pill when we find a new place, I appreciate is so much."

Marc was stunned stupid. Once he'd gotten a look at you, you were really pretty. There was a nice, calming energy radiating off of you like a halo. A flush had brightened your eyes and cheeks from the cold, coloring you like a cherub. The fluffy cat rubbed itself on your legs, tail winding around your supple curves.

Ay, amigo, Jake whispered, you haven't said anything.

"Yeah," Marc stammered, wiping his brow. "Yeah, for sure, it's...it's no problem." Fuck, he sounded like Steven.

The poor brit was in the same sinking boat, brain gone offline in shock. Oi. Oi Marc, don't fuck this up holy shit do you see her earrings? She's got little moons on-

Marc had to mentally mute his friend's babbling, too preoccupied with not looking like an idiot. You were busy cooing after your pet. A cute smile adorned your round cheeks and he had the urge to reach out-

"Hey, d'you want to come in? I've got some coffee or tea inside," you offered, gesturing behind you. Marc had a feeling that was a bad idea, seeing as how fast his heart was beating, but Steven was doing flips with excitement, so he accepted.

Your apartment was lovely. You'd clearly just moved in, the furniture was clean and new. Incense burned at the window, filling the room with a jasmine scent. Marc inhaled deeply, catching whiffs of your shampoo. It made his chest feel a little gooey.

Steven needed a tranquilizer, he was so elated. A small shrine to Ra was on your vanity, with a plate of dates and gold coins. Your bookshelves, unlike his, were neat and organized. Most of the books were on Egypt or horticulture. That explained the houseplants on every flat surface.

If we were mentioning omens...Jake murmured suggestively, nodding to the abundant moon decor and Egypt references. Marc pushed him away, too enraptured with watching you.

You were humming quietly, grabbing mugs and sugar and cream. That wonderful halo was burning brighter the longer he stared. The sweater you were wearing was a lovely shade of blue that brightened your face like the sun. Fitting that she likes Ra, Steven breathed, she looks celestial.

Jake agreed silently, having swallowed his own tongue. He was excited about the coffee, smelling warm and rich from your kitchen. You handed them a cup, gesturing to the milk and sugar.

"Help yourself to either," you said cheerily, patting Marc's shoulder. holy fuck your hands were soft. He watched you disappear into the hall, mesmerized with the sway of your hips.

Don't be a creep, Steven scolded, as if he hadn't been mentally planning a wedding. Marc murmured something unintelligible, awestruck by your lovely figure.

He gulped his coffee too fast to hide the flush on his face when you returned.

"What's your name?" You asked, sitting across from him. You told him yours, voice musical and light.

"M-Marc," he said around a burnt tongue and a lovesick heart. You asked him questions about where he was from, which he tried to answer, though in truth your sparkling eyes and lovely scent were really difficult to think around.

Your curves were quite distracting, and he kept being drawn to your movement, face aflame. His dignity was in tatters now but he'd never seen a person so gorgeous before. Osiris wound around his feet, an almost-smirk on his face.

Marc's gaze was glazed as you continued talking, words going in one ear and out the other. That was okay - he could catch up once he asked you on a date. Currently he was too preoccupied with imagining your soft skin and supple hips and-

Marc.

He scowled at himself, shameful. Jake shook his head, sighing. he didn't show it, but a hot rush of desire was also snaking through his chest. Steven was sat and totally absorbed in your conversation like a child at storytime.

Before he left, he slipped his number onto your kitchen table for you to find later. You caught him as he left and pulled him into a hug.

what.

He'd completely glitched when you pulled him into your soft body. Trembling with restraint, he carefully hugged you back, nose pressed greedily into your sweet-smelling hair. You fit perfectly in his arms, waist wonderfully soft and perfect to hold. Marc's mouth was dry as the desert. His heart was thundering, and he held on for a bit longer than necessary. He couldn't let go, he just wanted to hold you and squeeze and kiss you and oh god he's gonna embarrass himself like a teenager with how hard he's getting-

You waved goodbye and shut the door, leaving him awestruck in the hall.

"I think I've been drugged," he breathed to nobody. Steven had passed out, and only Jake was left to numbly agree.

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[mindscapic-exposure]

I very much agree with the concept that EP3 must have been in mind and in development while Delirium was being made, and I think you can see that in how in presents many concepts/themes here in a comedic light that would be played for drama later in EP 3. (A violent and rebellious Charlotte, a nihilistic and death-seeking character, "Mother", expositional speeches about about failed attempts to keep alive or bring someone back to life, etc. Even Osiris' plan to destroy the metal and meat network, the literal "system" of the world could be considered foreshadowing of Charles' use of ICE-9 on Mother and the True End to EP3.)

Everything you need to know about Hello Charlotte: Delirium!

I played delirium ages ago and, between the short length and non-canonical status, forgot about it :( It definitely has less to offer than the other main games in the series, but there is absolutely some worthwhile stuff in it.

Firstly: Delirium was released in 2017, right between ep2 and ep3. It does not exist within the main timeline, and is instead an AU, where Seth (and puppeteers as a whole) does not exist. It takes place shortly after the events of ep1, and follows a Charlotte who lacks her usual morality and kindness.

Just like the first game, this one is a little tricky to analyze in the main continuity because of it’s AU status. However, looking at the time it was released, it’s safe to assume ep3 was in development and that this is at least mostly in-line with the world and mechanics of ep3 and all it entails (in regards to Charles, mother, etc etc)

I’ll point out the most important takeaways here, but keep an eye out for future posts where I will comment on some specific lines/screenshots :)

As far as we can tell, all of the same rules of the House apply in this world. While  it’s never specified, I would read this as a random channel, spotlighting one of the many Charlottes made by Mother. She’s likely a defective vessel, like Q84, and for that reason doesn’t have a puppeteer.

She probably also doesn’t have the parasite, as she (again, like q84) shows no inclination to fit the expected proper behavior. (Once again, a lot of speculation. Sadly, that’s the brunt of what I’ll have to say on this game.)

What we do know is that:

the tenants exist (unlike in ep2, where Scarlotte made them into delusions) and Charlotte is on good terms with them.

Charlotte has the oracle, and unlike Scarlotte, does not seem to have trouble using its power.

Charlotte has the best relationship with Anri (they’re dating!) and interestingly, Anri’s design is the most different from her true realm design, even though the other characters look relatively the same.

Charlotte has some level of self-awareness in regards to Scarlett, the endless/repeating nature of the House and the “god of this world”. more on this later.

As mentioned above that Charlotte has the Oracle’s power, she uses this to transport to “another world”. For now, I would picture this as a different channel, like the ones Charlotte goes through in the first episode.

Charlotte is either functionally or completely immortal. She shows no averse reaction to both being experimented on by the workers, nor by losing her hand, which immediately grows back. (It’s interesting that she heals rather than switching to new bodies like Q84, but I don’t know if that actually has any significance.) I assume she can’t die until her story in “finished”.

We have a new character to the series, in Osiris. He doesn’t appear in any other game (due to Charlotte finding him in in the new world) and liek many other characters, has a symbolic name. Osiris is the Egyptian god of the underworld. I currently haven’t found any significance for the choice of name except that at the end of the game he controls and destroys the mechanical network, reminiscent of a reaper-like figure.

This Charlotte cannot rewind- most likely due to the absence of Seth, but it also raises questions as to whether or not she has a soul cube. In it’s place as the save file is “memory”. This probably ties to the earlier point about her immortality!

Like most of ane’s games, it dips into commentary about consumption, technology, and capitalism. This game the most out of the three brings technology into the discussion, especially with Osiris who is an AI and the constant presence of Binary as the main language in the other world. This is definitely a concept that will earn a post of it’s own, but the world constant unsuccessful attempts at creating life that ends up being little more than moving meat is definitely connected to an important theme of HC; creation, godhood, and the meaning of sentience and souls. (Think about Felix, Vincent, basically everything in the house.)

Sadly, I couldn’t find any more books in delirium to add to my list, but it was worth the replay. I recommend giving it a go! It’s pay-what-you-want on itch.io!!

[prinzrupprecht]

Insecurities

Anubis x Mesopotamian Goddess

Since a lot of you like Anubis HCs/oneshots so imma be continuing my Anubis fics. We lack information on him in RoR, so I’m adding some of his mythology in this one shot as a heads up. Set and Osiris will be presented. As many of you may know, Egyptian mythology has too many variations. So I’m doing the most known mythology on him, and probably will edit it later during Anubis’s round.

Synopsis: Set never liked you, not even for a moment. He hated how his nephew/son, was all over you like a dog, while Isis and Osiris were completely fine with you courting Anubis. Things could get heated between Anubis and Set.

TW: some violence.

WC: 866

Egypt was normally hot and humid during the day. You were visiting King Osiris with your father Marduk to discuss important diplomatic exchanges with Egypt since your country was neighbours to them.

You had grown rather accustomed to Egypt traditions and admired the wall decorations and architecture in the palace. As you found your way to a room with a fountain in the middle of it while your father and Osiris were discussing trade relations, you took notice of how quiet the area was. As you sat down near the fountain and was about to touch the water, you felt someone’s presence behind you and quickly turned your head nearly panicking. “Ah—! Sorry if this area is restricted!” You weren’t very good at socializing, in fact, your head apologizing silently.

“Huh? It’s not a problem! Besides who are you? Wait, wait you’re not from here actually… hmm,” he was getting really close to you making you nearly step back and trip over your own feet. As you finally glanced up at him, he looked joyful and not mad at all. His long hair was tied behind him in ball sections, and he wore a hat with the face of a jackal. He couldn’t be… no way. Anubis?! You were screaming inside your mind. You met him when you were kids and he has forgotten you. It stung a bit that he couldn’t even remember you.

“No one… it’s fine, I’ll find my way back to my father.” After you tried to dismiss yourself, he called your name making you halt. You basically confirmed his suspicions.

“No way! It’s you! It’s you!” He ran over to you giving you a bear hug of your life squeezing every ounce of air out of your lungs. You were confused by his actions. “I almost couldn’t recognize you, you look prettier and cuter now!” He still hadn’t let you go even when you tried to free yourself. His strong hold on you meant that he definitely missed you all these years.

“My boy! What the hell are you doing?! The king is calling for you.” Another man approached the two of you. Set… he was cold and stoic. Anubis lowered his head as if he was depressed.

Anubis turned to you and gave a cheeky grin. “I’ll see you later—"

“Absolutely not,” Set interjected Anubis who was growing irritated and was ready to defy his uncle. Set mostly hated Sumerians and looped you into his hatred. You were worried about being left alone with Set and silently hoped Anubis wouldn’t leave.

He didn’t, thank god. “And why not?!” Anubis shouted, he was angry. You had never witnessed him like this before. He was seething, Anubis wanted to fight Set.

“No Egyptian god should meddle with the likes of her kind.” Ouch. Set clearly hated Sumerians and you couldn’t help but wonder why. His brother was king, and his adoptive son, Anubis was defying him. Anubis saw your expression change as he was in pure shock at his uncle’s words. He didn’t like seeing you sad after Set put you down along with your people.

“Set, I think that is too harsh.” Isis approached the three of you to stop a potential fight. “This is no matter for you, Isis.” Set was about to raise his hand to Isis but Anubis jumped at him throwing Set against the wall.

“Don’t speak to her like that!” Anubis was pulled back from Isis. He wanted to kill him, the room tension was high. Isis was trying to hold him back and was angry at how her brother was acting this way. Set was cruel and always loathed Osiris and others' happiness.

“You inconsiderate piece of—" Set was caught back by Osiris entering the room with your father next to him. You were thankful that the conflict was stopped. You were saddened by how things turned out. You wanted to catch up with Anubis over the missing years but it seemed like things were impossible for such.

“It seems that I interrupted your squabble,” Osiris turned his head to Set. He was at a loss for words before Osiris told him to leave. He was fuming on the inside and you could tell.

“Are we leaving?” You turned to your father. You had regretted being in the middle of their family conundrums. It seems like your people will never be accepted here.

“What? Now?! Can’t you stay just a little bit longer?” Anubis was practically pouring and it hurt leaving again without any closure like last time.

“Sorry—" you were interrupted by Isis cutting in.

“How about you stay for a bit? I think you can do that, yeah?” She came up behind you and placed a hand on your shoulder. You were blushing a bit since Anubis was excited. Isis knew how depressed he was when the last time you left and it broke her heart seeing him sad for days, if not months.

Marduk and Osiris weren’t opposed to it at all, since they had other discussions regarding you as part of their alliance. It would be for another time to tell you.

You were already set to be wedded to Anubis.

[nightingale2004]

Names for the members of the House of Prince of Harry Potter: my Hc

Male:

Rasmus

Erasmus

Tiberius

Ulrik

Dimitri

Demetrius

Vladimir/Vlad

Ivar

Ivan

Damien

Roman

Atreus

Edgar

Craven

Draven

Corvus

Corvin

Corvinus

Morpheus

Tieran

Mordred

Cain/Kane

Raven (gender-neutral)

Ignatius

Casimir

Nikolai

Mordecai

Severin

Ezekiel

Valeriyan

Rasputin

Mortimer

Octavius/Octavian

Hades

Alexander

Voltaire

Osiris

Kieran

Augustus

Mavros

Sebastian

Colin

Edmund

Gabriel

Castor

Drystan

Jericho

Erebus

Hadrian

Thanatos

Kyrell

Cassius

Acacius

Crow/ Qrow

Corbin

Bertram

Victor/Viktor

Orev

Dorian

Nicodemus

Oberon

Hezekiah

Mortis

Azhrael

Umbra/Umbros

Ereborn

Valkhar

Aurelius

Niklaus

Cole

Colton

Cassander

Bartholomew

Arsenios

Severinus

Ambrosius

Cornelius

Nathaniel

Female:

Tatiana

Seraphina

Lilith

Elvira

Dahlia

Hecate

Morgana

Morgan

Morticia

Marcellina/Marceline

Nyx

Magda

Demetria

Irina

Dominika

Sabrina

Safrina

Regina

Gwyneth

Gwyneira

Octavia

Persephone

Morana

Noxaina

Galatea

Constance

Evelyn

Belladonna

Artemis

Quintessa

Roksana

Priscilla

Marcella

Alexandria

Victoria

Selena/Selene

Gwendolyn

Guinevere

Eileen

Corvina

Coretta

Tatia

Nyssa

Irene

Francesca

Hyacinth

Susanna

Lucinda

Aviana

Urania

Aranea

Eretria

Vespera

Darci

Madeline

Nathaira

Tanith

Deyanira

Cassandra

Acacia

Lyssa

Ravenna

Melinoe

Merletta

Mystique

Raquel

Serena

Petra

Mavis

Thalia

Morwenna

Nyxara

Caladrea

Nirvanna

Obsidra

Lunaris

Luna

Draconia

Eclipsa

Meteora

Houses: Ravenclaw and Slytherin

All I got. Enjoy

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

horus and apollo headcanons? (and if possible some ra and helios hc)

they make my brain happy

cracks knuckles

had to think on this for a bit :3

So we've already covered some things I headcanon about them. (and correction: Horus has a falcon head, not a hawk. my brain went H in Horus = H in hawk lol my bad) I shall recap real quick :3

Horus & Apollo

Both associated with the sun in some way.

Identified with each other when Greece met Egypt.

Apollo transformed into a falcon to escape Typhon, and Horus has the head of a falcon.

WE HAVE ESTABLISHED WHAT I HAVE SAID. NOW ALLOW ME TO EXPAND ON SOMETHING ELSE :D

So Osiris was overthrown by Set. Set was overthrown by Horus.

and Apollo is set up to be next in line for the Greek Cycle

I just find it fascinating how the super-powerful son of the king of the gods (who was overthrown) associated with light was identified with the super-powerful son of the king of the gods (who is prophesized to be overthrown) associated with light.

grrrrr i am Stalling on ideas...hrmmm...

Ra & Helios

Real chill with each other. Helios, Ra, and Amaterasu were the main? is that the right word here? like Most Present/Recognizable sun gods so they basically were the defacto heads of the sun god meetings.

Greece was demoted when Helios faded because Apollo was A Child by god standards even if it left Amaterasu by herself wrangling the meetings XD

Basically they are those grandpas who chat over a beer about kids these days while watching Apollo and Horus blow shit up or something XD

Helios: You see, back in MY day, we could blow more things up with the sun.

Apollo: But those regulations make sure we don't fry the mortals...?

Helios: Schematics.

Ra: Well, back in MY day mortals DEALT with the heat and Liked It :)

Horus, patting a confused Apollo's shoulder: It's the generational difference.

^that is more of a joke than actual headcanon but i'm throwing it out there XD I'M SPITBALLING OKAY

Ra: We ALSO didn't let BABIES drive the sun-

Apollo: I AM OVER 4000 YEARS OLD-

Ra: A FUCKING BABY, YOU ARE

poor Apollo. forever destined to be seen as Baby by the Much Much Older Sun Gods rippppp

[anamelessfool]

Duomo di Milano, 1969

Domestic Ficlet of Young Terzo. Inspired by and dedicated to my friends @revelisms and @osiris-iii-bc. They post some really detailed HC and immersive posts describing locations. I've really enjoyed their work.

As always, characterization based on my own Scenes from the Void Ghost AU. Excerpt from an upcoming Terzo-centered fic.

TW: Mentions of Suicide

1969

Giuseppe Lombardi, Archbishop of Milan and spiritual caretaker of the historic Duomo di Milano and distant pen-friend of the current Pope Paul IV, was currently using all of his willpower to not vomit in the back of this police car. Before this moment he was rudely disturbed from his sleep by the housekeeper rapping and creaking the door to his apartments open. He was needed immediately, at the Cathedral. Emergency. He opened one eye, his voice blazing. “At this hour? Can this not wait?” “No, no. Polizia.”

And so here he was, his bones rudely jostled like fruit in a cart as the car drove across the cobbles, lights off. It was an emergency, but whatever incident has occured was already for the most part resolved. Everything was grey, unwelcoming as it all scooted past in the window. It was that boring part of night after the last of the degenerates had staggered elsewhere but before the early pink of morning stirred the ancient stone facades. No emergency, no pageantry, nothing. So why ruin a perfectly good brandy nightcap before bed, just to haul him half-dressed out in the cold? He had been suffering from chronic agita for weeks and it has destroyed his sleep. Maybe it was just him getting old. Or maybe it was the blowback continuing from Vatican II, he wasn’t sure. Bishop Lombardi groaned and squeezed his knees as the car stopped in front of the cathedral steps. The officer respectfully opened the door for him, helped him to his feet but the bishop continued to stare with mild irritation at the priceless stones before him. The sculptures lovingly carved generations ago had no charm to them at this hour, only the weight of the responsibility he did not enjoy at such a time and with so much non-ceremony. Right when he was fully rolling about in his own fabricated misery something caught his eye and gave his brain a swift jerk. A white sheet laid across a body on the cobblestones. Two black heeled shoes peeked from underneath, the feet of a woman. He instinctively looked upward at the white tower surging into the sky, imagining the intensity of the breeze from that height. Marveling at a mental image of those heels against the starry blackness. And they managed to stay on? He was ushered into the Cathedral too quickly to think more about it.

The Cathedral swallowed him like a fish and he stood now in the archway of shadowy overhangs of stone, white fishbones of opulent carvings. The man in the overcoat waiting for him there nodded and shook his hand. “Inspector Rossi, your Excellency, apologies for the late night disturbance.” “What is the meaning of this?” The Bishop wanted his voice to echo across the walls like it did every Sunday but the image of the black heels falling past the white marble facade stalled the voice in his throat. “I brought you in to see if you recognize the victim,” explained Rossi. “She’s…she’s wearing a novitiate’s clothing.” “And you didn’t send for Mother Superior?” He huffed back. “Well, your Excellency it is your Cathedral. And I did not think it would be…an appropriate subject for a woman to talk about. Suicide.” “And you think that’s what it was?” “She left a note. And a child here.” The inspector gestured behind him. “He’s speaking with a doctor now.” “A child?” The Bishop’s head reeled, but their conversation was cut short by the approach of a shadowy figure at the entrance. For a breathless moment both men thought the figure would not cross the threshold, but rather stand there waiting to be let in. It was an odd notion to have about another person, but the way he was dressed in near-mockery of holy vestments prodded a primal sense of doom. There was a beat of hesitation and the man continued his slink over the threshold and into the cathedral, stopping right between the Bishop and the Inspector. He was short, slim, with a smart little mustache and glinting eyes. He clasped his hands together, presenting them with a small neat bow. “I am Cardinal Raphael, pleased to make your acquaintance, your Excellency.” Bishop raised an eyebrow. “I am not aware of you….Cardinal…” His words dripped with the acid that continued to roil in his own guts. His gazed dragged down the man’s appearance, observing the oddly formed biretta, the pendant that at this angle was definitely that of an upside-down crucifix. If it was some sort of perverse statement to wear an out-of-season Carnevale costume, the Bishop was deeply offended but too tired to bluster about it.

Raphael stretched a smile across his face which was supposed to give off a feeling of warmth but was entirely too toothy and smug to accomplish the task. “Not to worry, sir, we shan’t be seeing each other ever again after this moment.”

“You were let into a crime scene, now explain why before I eject you,” stated the Inspector, looking altogether bored with the arcane drama happening before his dark-rimmed eyes.

Raphael bowed his head, nearly curtsying. “You‘ve found a child, have you not? He is ours.”

”Oh? Then you are aware of the victim?”

“Yes, rest her soul,” replied Raphael. “A troubled girl. A convert.”

“Convert? She’s dressed as a noviate, what sort of preposterous—“

“Yes, she wrestled with dark thoughts for a long while. But we took care of her, when no one else would.” Raphael continued his crooked smile. “She was ejected from this very church long before her fateful climb tonight, I’m afraid.”

“We? And who is we?” The Bishop snorted.

“Takes all kinds to lift heaven and earth, your Excellency,” he replied smoothly. “There’s a child here, no? Little boy, dark hair, big eyes? Arsenio.”

“Child?! What is the meaning—a novitiate with a child, that’s preposterous—“

“He’s correct, a child is here,” said the Inspector. “And he’s right about the name.”

“Maria—well, that was the name she chose for herself when she was with us— stayed with us. We helped her raise Arsenio. Delightful boy, very artistic.”

“And do you have an idea of why she would take her life?”

“I wish…I wish I had gotten here sooner. Perhaps things would have been…different.” Raphael sighed. “We noticed she was gone, and had taken Arsenio with her. Didn’t think it would come to this, Inspector. But her heart held a paradox, and we did our best to help. Perhaps the guilt was still too much.”

The acid in his gut and the boiling in his brain curled the Bishop’s lip into a disgusted sneer. Ah, yes, Cardinal Raphael. Some pimp from some sort of depraved bordello, a mocking parody of his organization delighting in vices and whoredom. He’d have to find this den of filth and see it burned to the ground. But later. Right now he just wanted to end this dance and go home to bed. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “The child will go to the appropriate orphanage.”

“The child is not an orphan, your Excellency,” prodded Raphael. “He’ll go to his father, of course.”

”Oh and who—! Who exactly is his father then?”

”Our leader.” Raphael continued his toothy smile. “Although, the major difference between us is that we’re more open about our leader having any sort of progeny.”

“This is absolutely obscene,” stormed the Bishop.

“Then let me take a nun’s child off your hands, Your Excellency.” Raphael’s gloved hands tightened, the leather squeaking. His mouth was calm, but within his stare grew a fire of mischief. “I would not want the Church to be involved in…obscenity, surely. I told you that you shall not be seeing us again.”

The Bishop gulped like a fish, then relented. There was already enough controversies that he spent most of his twilight years stamping down. A whore nun with a bastard child from some priest-themed den of secular vice was only going to add more gasoline to the fire and years off his life. All he could do was shrug and throw up his hands. “Fine, take him.”

Inspector Rossi took it from there, ,addressing Raphael. “Sir, well, if he can recognize you then he’s yours. Let me bring him here.”

And so the two men of faith were left alone for a moment.

“You're young for a Cardinal.” Bishop Lombardi gave a little prod at the man beside him. If this degenerate was to slink so casually into his house of God, Lombardi was going to do his best to make him crawl out.

“Am I?” Raphael’s eyes grew wide, and he looked around the space just in case the other man was talking to somebody else. “I'm thirty-eight. Respectable. But I still have my knees.”

“I have never heard of you, and I frequent the Vatican.” He would write immediately to the Holy See after this, of course. He just decided.

“Different social circles, I suppose.”

The bishop’s stomach boiled as he pressed on. “And I was not aware of your elevation. What are your merits, your publications? I have never seen your name in print.”

“I said please and thank you,” Raphael announced. “I ate my vegetables. I brush my teeth three times a day. I did not step on any cracks in the sidewalk.”

“You mock my question, sir,” the Bishop hissed, but the short man barely bat an eye.

“Isn't that what God wants for us?” The Cardinal asked, his grin almost catlike. “To do what we're told?”

Footsteps, and the patter of little shoes echoed on the marble again. It was the Inspector holding the hand of a tiny boy. The boy’s face was white like the carved statues that surrounded them, eyes wide and feline. His jacket was too large for his body, he fought with the knit hat jammed over his head. The socks slid from his bird-like legs and pooled at his ankles. On the front of his jacket was a paper neatly folded and pinned like a schoolmaster’s note for home.

“Born so early, did not think he'd make it,” explained Raphael. “Impatient little fellow.”

The little boy held out his arms wide, oblivious to his surroundings. His little loafers slapped the stone floor as he ran into the Cardinal's arms. “Uncle! Uncle Raphael!”

“Ah, kiddo,” chuckled Raphael. He stooped to his knees and gave the boy a pinch on the nose. “You're out past your bedtime, my little potato. Shall we go home?”

“That was easier than I thought,” said the inspector. “Mystery solved. Barely needed you to come by, Your Excellency!”

“You're going to let this…child…go with this—this— offensive, Satanic mockery?!”

“The boy clearly recognizes him,” replied the Inspector. He chuckled, shaking his head. “Some look…Happy Carnevale, Your Excellency.”

“In September?!”

“Thank you, thank you Inspector, Bishop,” said Raphael while Arsenio continued to bounce on his tippy-toes like a spring lamb. “I'll take him home….perhaps in a day or two we will sit him down…explain it all…” A pained expression lanced across his easy smile, then he recovered. “I'll admit now that I will miss the little lad.”

“His father will be grateful to have him back safely,” said Inspector, but the Bishop noticed a small wince from Raphael at that. Or perhaps it was a shadow. Or indigestion.

But whatever disturbance it was fell away and the mysterious Cardinal grinned again. “That's the plan. If you truly wanted to know.”

Bishop Lombardi snorted. “Not surprised she jumped. And what sort of depraved imbecile would run your….institution?”

“A musician,” Raphael replied simply.

“Terrible,” snorted the Bishop.

“An American.”

“Even worse.”

“See, there’s at least one thing we agree on,” Raphael said with a perfect wink. He smiled down at his young ward and muttered kind things to him as he helped him down the stairs.

And Raphael was then good at his word. He and the boy were never seen again.

Terzo and Raphael show up once more in this Secondo and Rebecca Domestic Fic!

[forgottenroderick]

OOC | The Twelve Conquered Kingdoms & the Formal Style of the Emperor

antilla -- HOUSE OF RODERICK'S STEPMAMA, im sort of picturing a spain/portugal mashup || taken from a medieval iberian legend abt a mystical land founded by some visigothic bishop (antillia)

vinetta – think lithuania, latvia, poland, germany, etc || a mythical city at the edge of the baltic sea (vineta)

kvenheim – i was sort of envisioning norse scandinavia || the icy otherworld which the forst giants rule meets a mysterious lost island from medieval and norse legend (kvenland + jotunheim)

kolchis -- HOME OF HOUSE CALAINON, think medieval byzantium/greece || taken from greek mythology, the homeland of medea, the golden fleece, and the cholchean dragon (cholchis)

malakarta – the sun-soaked deserts of the middle east || an invisible realm meets the toll house located between the realm of light and the earth (malakut + matarta)

aarnu -- think egypt: a fertile river running through vast deserts || also known as the field of reeds, the sacred paradise ruled by osiris (aaru)

argadara – a whole country of vast mountains in the fantasy!himalayas || a legendary land located at the core of the earth meets a sacred mountain in the puranas (agartha + mount mandara)

xangadu – the most hospitable part of china basically -- their governing body was called a blogring ;D jk jk no but fr s/o to xanga rip || the mythologized summer capitol of kublai khan, used to represent opulence and splendor (xangdu/xanadu)

aotepo -- sort of pictured a chain of tropical islands! which is also interesting bc i feel like roderick's navy is kinda. ehhh so they def got a work out w this one! def think this was one of the more recent conquests too! || the polynesian realm of light meets its realm of darkness and the ancestors (ao + te po)

alytar – HOME OF HOUSE VASILIEVA, think medieval russia || taken from slavic myth where it is the navel of the earth, a rocky and sacred place, marked w ancient runes and endowed with healing powers (alatyr)

affaraon -- tis scotland ;D and, as such, i was thinking this was possibly a neighbor to astaira? || also known as the immortal land and the 'city of higher powers,' and the 'ambrosial city,' it is the legendary home of a sect of druids dedicated to metallugry and alchemy and is said to be located somewhere in scotland (dinas affaraon/ffaraon)

astaira -- HOME OF HOUSE STAFFORD, &c.

you will note that the og varmont nation is not included on this list, and that is purely bc he did not conquer it but, rather, inherited it. also, except for kolchis and astaira, ofc, these are all place holder names but [ i stole most of them from world mythologlies ] and sort of jostled them about a bit: for exmaple, xanadu aka xangdu is now XANGAdu for reasons ;DDD

INFORMAL STYLE OF THE TRUE EMPEROR

His Imperial Majesty, Roderick the First of His Name, by the Grace of the One True God, of the Great and Holy Empire of [Varmont] and Astaira and of His other Realms and Territories One True Emperor, Conquer of the Twelve Kingdoms, Defender of the Faith, and God’s Own Champion

FORMAL STYLE OF THE TRUE EMPEROR

His Imperial Majesty, Roderick the First of His Name, by the Grace of the One True God, of [Varmont], and of Antillia, Kolchis, Alatyr, Aarnu, Vinetta, Kvenheim, Aotepo, Argadara, Xangadu, Malakarta, Affaraon, and Astaira, and of his Dominions beyond the Seas, One True Emperor, Protector of Vyrajj, God-King of Kolchis, Archduke of the Two Isles and of the Shimmering Seas Overlord, King-Elector of the Astairans, Lord of the Two Lands, Sun-King of the Hauren, Divine Emperor of the Iddenese, the Freefolk, and the Cockaignians, Evenstar of Astaira*, Conqueror of the Twelve Kingdoms, Defender of the Faith, and God's Own Champion

*i hc that that's just the title of the ~lord of stafford~ but roderick still isn't quite taking in the whole premise of elected kings and so he's like 'obv that is the title of the ruler of astaira' and...its not so astairans hear this and they just like 'why that one county??? and why not malconaire or lorcan or smth too?? but ok' alkdjfkljdsf bc i love to laugh at roderick

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Saint and Osiris can both cook delicious meals. However, Saint does most of the cooking.

Saint cooks a lot of foods from his homeland, granted none of them are the original as he lost them after his reset. he settles for collecting recipes from his journeys and the ones he finds on data pads.

He's undeniably an early bird, up at the ass crack of dawn to feed his pigeons, do his morning run, and cook breakfast for you two.

Osiris is a good cook, especially with more complex meals. He often cooks dinner.

You will never ever see this man cook breakfast, he's either still slaving away at his projects or curled up in bed with you.

Osiris, for a long time, hasn't been the best at properly eating. Relies on small snacks to keep him going through out the day.

While he is stubborn, it doesn't take much for him to put his work down and eat with the two of you when you ask.

Both Osiris and Saint like spicy foods.

Cooking with all three of you can be either a calm or hectic experience, it really depends.

[ahamkara-apologist]

Hello!!

I am requesting...... Eramis headcanons. Everything you have. Every single little thing.

ERAMIS TIME LETS GOOOO. She’s my fav D2 character so needless to say I’ve got a lot of hcs about her. Some of these are crossposted from previous hcs I wrote up 2 years ago, so if they seem familiar, that’s why!

-General stuff first: even tho scent is important to the Eliksni, openly sniffing someone and/or making a comment on their scent is a rank thing, because their pheromones can indicate their health and personal affairs, and kells were traditionally the oldest breeding individual of a family group. Only someone that is either higher-ranking or older than another can openly smell and comment on another Eliksni's scent, because it's generally considered that they are supposed to care for those below them. Eramis does this liberally. While it can be done in a mocking manner- and she does indeed do it in a mocking manner if she doesn’t like someone- it’s more just a means of checking in on someone while also reminding them of her age and status.  

-I know this isn't canon but fuck it. She was naturally a sort of dark steely grey Eliksni to begin with, but age and stress have turned her carapace to an indigo blue over the years of the Long Drift. It's a rare epigenetic trigger and is pretty uncommon outside of House Devils and Winter (who were naturally just lighter/bluer), because she’s blue coded in my brain and the eliksni deserve to have funky colour morphs instead of just being like. Mauve. She also has eyes that are a more icey colour than pure cyan

 -She has freckles!! More like mottling, really, but still pretty analogous to our freckles, because I love freckles and think it would be pretty on her. She also has a shitton of small white scars on her throat/chest from hatchlings clinging to her over the years, which was traditionally considered to be a mark of great wisdom and beauty in pre-Traveler Riisian society. Her carapace is like a more desaturated, purply version of this:

-Speaking of tradition, she's very classically beautiful among Eliksni, with a distinctly Dancer boxy, square headshape. While this was not what was favored in the Golden Age (rounder faceshapes, like seen in House Kings, were favored due to the Traveler's spherical beauty) it's still thought to be quite pretty, especially among Devils. She has mixed feelings about this, because she thinks that valuing beauty over an individual’s strengths is quite shallow, but has used it to her advantage in the past when trying to be charismatic

-The horns she had on Riis pre-Whirlwind were sharp and straight, with two long thicker ones pointing straight back and two smaller ones behind her cheekbones, along with the carapace ridges on her cheekbones having a bit of a point to them. Though all Riisborn Eliksni moulted away their horns to conserve nutrients in the Long Drift, she still has some shallow nubs of carapace that indicated where they were, unlike spaceborn Eliksni that never grew them in without the environmental cues necessary to start their development

-The wound that took out her right eyes was pretty drastic, as she took a dawnblade strike to the face from one of Osiris’s echoes at Twilight Gap. The only reason she survived is because she was not the primary target, so it only nicked her, but the wound melted through her flesh and carapace like a hot knife through butter, and gouged open her sinus cavity as well. To make matters worse, it also got infected after the necrotic tissue was cut away, so the scarring there is…pretty bad. She’s not bothered by the disfigurement, but she does keep it covered as much as possible to prevent people from realizing that she has a weak spot + keep as much shit out of her exposed nasal passage as possible. And also because the back parts of her eye sockets were protected well enough for electrodes to be implanted which connects to sensors in her helmet that buzz when something comes up on her right side, making up for her lack of vision 

-Even so, she frequently cocks her head back and forth like a bird to make up for her inability to see on her right side. This is actually canon, but I like to imagine that it's more pronounced when she's calm and not around enemies. Her hearing on that side is much sharper to accommodate her lack of sight as well, so you're not going to sneak up or behind her that easily (as some unruly hatchlings learned the hard way)

-She's big compared to us, but not to other Eliksni of her social status. To them, she's actually pretty fuckin' tiny. Like, 5 foot levels of tiny. Her genetics were not kind to her. She’s also on the more slim side, all wirey muscle with very little fat: if Phylaks was a Titan and Kridis was a Warlock, then she'd be the Hunter of the trio. It caused her health problems in the past re: carrying clutches, but she’s stopped caring about it a long time ago

-She was orphaned at a young age, and part of why she and Athrys had many hatchlings was because they just kept adopting and caring for orphaned or high-intensity care hatchlings. Orphans on Riis were raised communally, with small countryside villages often comprised of 3-4 large families that worked together to share resources, so she had lots of experience helping out her elders with caring for more needy infants. When she and Athrys started their own family, they were the ones in their community who people would go to for advice with premature hatchlings or more sickly infants 

-She actually used to know Variks on Riis; he was a teenager/young adult around the time that she was a child, and he used to let her dig through his notes on things she was interested in whenever he visited the Dancers on official scribe business. That she grew into who she was today is something that he bitterly regrets, while his betrayal/perceived weakness is something that she deeply hates him for. He was almost like an older brother or cousin figure to her, so the schism between them is…really personal 

-We'd probably place her on the butch scale of things in our society, but among the eliksni side of things she's actually high femme. The thing is that, well...eliksni genders are not really much like ours at all, so that's somewhat arbitrary to her, doubly so because she doesn’t identify entirely as female (canonical she/they Eramis my beloved). I just thought it would be a fun thing to fiddle around with via an intersection of human and eliksni cultures

-Her gender is 'she but in the way you refer to a ship, not a woman'. The Eliksni version of femininity is something that she just kinda accidentally phases into, not something that she actually cares about much. Gender is more of a 'yeah sure whatever' than a 'this is me and you better fucking respect it' thing

-She's one of the very few Eliksni that Taniks trusts and respects. This is because she's one of the very few Eliksni who know that trying to put a leash on Taniks is like trying to tie a silk thread over the jaws of a rabid hyena, so she just lets him do what he wants...as long as it is relatively within reason. She also doesn't try to pull rank over him, or snap at him for disrespect, though she won't let him push her around, as Taniks is wont to do. Other Eliksni think that she's absolutely fucking insane for this

-Athrys was her heartmate, and she’s still not over her. While the company of other Eliksni can come close, and many Eliksni aren’t particularly known for being monogamous, Athrys was different in that the trauma of the Whirlwind and losing their hatchlings along with her just. Turned Eramis completely away from the concept of officially taking another mate. She had a little almost-polycule going on with Phylaks and Kridis, but anytime it started to get more serious, she’d freeze up. It’s not that anyone is trying to replace Athrys; heartmates are kind of like soulmates in Eliksni culture, with the exception that they’re not limited to romance like human culture is, so everyone knew how close they were. It’s more that if she settles into the routine of having a partner again instead of something closer to fwb roommates, she’ll start having flashbacks to the last time she had a mate, and it triggers a depressive episode. To make things worse, Phylaks and Kridis befriended her when they were teenagers on Riis, so her attachment to them is also linked to Athrys (who used to affectionately call them all a band of hooligans)

-Phylaks wanted to have hatchlings with her at one point. The conversation about that…did not go well. Eramis still has those mother instincts going strong, and to be a good Kell among the eliksni used to mean being like a parent to everyone under you (at least, before the Whirlwind), but Eramis cannot think about what it might mean to have more hatchlings of her own without losing it

-Also tying into her gender fuckery, her pining for Athrys, and her thing with Taniks is the fact that they used to be heatmates; I hc Taniks as being the Eliksni variant of bigender, which he only ever felt comfortable revealing to Eramis, while Eramis wanted someone who was the exact opposite of Athrys to share her heats with specifically so that she wouldn’t turn into an emotional mess during it…and Taniks is about as far from Athrys as you can get. It’s kind of a crack headcanon with my friends that this is how Eido came about, lmfao. Though in my iteration, Eramis has zero idea that Eido is her kid, because Taniks was in denial about being gravid until he actually laid the eggs (reminder, in my hcs Eliksni males carry the fertilized eggs in a specialized broodpouch, much like seahorses do), and then he panicked and stuffed them into the vents of a ship he was working on so he wouldn’t have to deal with them later  

-She fucking loves citrus- specifically, tangerines and oranges. Its the one thing she actually enjoys among Earth foods, and no, it's not because she's a space pirate. Eliksni don't get scurvy. She just really really likes the taste of them. She is also particularly fond of seafood and organ meats, and though she used to complain endlessly that prey from Sol tasted nothing like that of prey from Riis, you’d be hard-pressed to hear her complain about anything regarding food post-Prison of Elders

-Out of their clutches, almost all were carried by Athrys, because Eramis has issues with carrying clutches to completion. Eliksni can change sex pretty easily, and initially same-sex couples will oftentimes alternate during breeding seasons if they dont find a surrogate, but a mixture of Eramis being small and narrow-waisted meant that her broodpouch never would develop to full capacity when she'd go through a sex-change molt. It's something that she still bears a lot of trauma about, though she hasn't thought about since the Long Drift.

-Lost her lower legs in a ship crash, but that doesn’t impact her mobility much. She’s just as capable of running on all four arms as she would on all sixes if her prosthetics are absent or compromised. It’s not dignified in the slightest, but then again, dignity is something that she gave up on when she got locked into survival mode during the Whirlwind

-Her breathing has a slight snuffly, wheezy sound as a result of the damage to her snout and sinuses, but it's very subtle and doesn't impact her quality of life. It just pisses her off if you comment on it. She also got minor cases of Eliksni pneumonia on Europa after a bad cough that went around in the Prison of Elders got to her as well, so she’s hyperaware and afraid of getting chronic respiratory infections and WILL snap at you if you mention it. There's a reason why her suit covers her spiracles as well as her mouth

-Can cook a handful of generic dishes extremely well and the rest either passable or poorly. This is entirely due to the fact that she used to take cooking and teaching duty for her hatchlings on Riis while Arthys worked, so she memorized a set number of recipes everyone agreed upon and nothing more. She’s hyperaware of the fact that she’s not a cook, but don’t let her into the kitchen regardless she'll hover around and scold you like a middle eastern grandma if she thinks you're not cooking to her standards

-Not very talented on the creative side of things, but absolutely wicked with machines. She can hotwire practically anything in the Sol system in under a minute. The tips of her hands are covered in scars from electrical burns; she and Arthys used to joke that she traded her impulse control for her ability to break apart and rewire any piece of tech she gets her claws on

-She was a strict mother to her and Arthys’s hatchlings, but she was also the quickest to turn her eyes away if they were being mischievous/pulling pranks; that, or she’d join in and make their shenanigans even worse. She imposed and kept rules to keep them safe, but respected their desire to push back against the more arbitrary ones, because she used to be the same way. She’d be tougher with hatchlings she didn’t know, but not in a harsh way, just in a ‘I won’t risk your harm’ sort of way. And if her own kids didn’t play nice with the others, she’d be sure to give them a scolding: her entire shtick is very mamma lion coded, ngl, and that’s a good chunk of why she couldn’t stop herself from caring for Eido during Plunder. She’s essentially been locked into the ‘angry lioness just saw someone kill her cubs right in front of her and now she’s on the warpath’ mode for centuries, and even though she’s tried to snap out of it so as to not seem weak, she hasn’t had much luck

-The name 'Eramis' roughly translates to 'raging storm' in old Eliksni. Anyone who has met her would agree that it's quite an apt description of her

-She's also fond of being squashed while sleeping or cuddling. You'd never expect it, but Eramis, Kell of Darkness is a little spoon. Or, rather, the bottom pancake of the stack. This has waned in favor of her sleeping in front of her loved ones as a guard post-Whirlwind, but despite all her pride about being short, she really does love being compressed, be it by a brood of hatchlings draping over her or her harem curling around her. A weighted blanket would probably absolutely blow her mind

-She doesn’t actually hate humans, though she doesn’t exactly like us either. Eramis is very politically savvy, and she’s very, very good at appealing to the ranks of Eliksni who despise humanity. She hates Guardians and the Vanguard, but she hates the abstraction of their forces and what we represent than humanity as a species

-The Darkness acted like a parasite to her on Europa, and she was its intermediary host (we were its final target). Almost all of her behavior during Beyond Light was the result of centuries of constantly being stuck in fight-or-flight mode paired with the trauma of the Prison of Elders and the euphoria of finally having some measure of power over her own life again being amplified to a dangerous, irrational level by the Witness in order to draw us in to accept its ‘gift’ of Stasis. Being betrayed helped her to snap out of it and come to the realization that she was being used, which is what nuked her anger and had her spiraling into the depression that she’s canonically in right now. She’s burned out the last of her anger, made quicker by the Witness’s torture, and now she’s hollowed out and so, so tired of all the injustices that the universe has to offer her

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Hiiii, I've been seeing your content for a while now, and I think it's great, could you tell me the headcanons you have of the Egyptian gods,especially from Taweret, I love reading them😈

*pull up a chair* oh boy, this is gonna be long. How much time do you have?

Just to let you know, I don't responsabilize myself for how many hcs I have here but im so happy you asked it

Ok, this is a little long and I have more. Press at your own risk

• Osiris and Isis raised Anubis from a baby because Nephthys was afraid to raise him near Seth. Seth was extremely sad about this separation, but refused to ask for his son because of his proud

• Ironically, as the years passed, he became closer to Seth than to Nephthys and still had the good education his uncle and aunt gave him.

• Horus and Serket married after he took the throne and had Hapi, but they never saw each other as a couple and they became good friends over the years. When Horus asked for a divorce to marry Hathor, Serket was happy to help prepare the wedding

• Tawaret and Thoth love to bet on the gender of the pharaohs' babies, the two have been tied for centuries

• Shu loves crafts and sometimes makes small souvenirs by hand for others. He says they are from Tefnut.

• Ra has a perfect memory and yet he still gets his children's names wrong

• Anubis is the kind of guy who just gets tired and leaves a place. Sometimes he does this during conversations and never brings up that again.

• Tawaret and Bes are very close and they often help travelers with small children together, especially if a woman in the group is pregnant. This brought them very close and he always makes her laugh a lot with his jokes.

• Hathor cries at romance movies and likes to randomly quote her favorite scenes. But she is really into mystery series and will give huge speeches about them.

• Heka never ceases to be amazed by humanity's medical advances. Yes, he already knew the cure for this disease, but isn't it amazing that they discovered it too?!

• Thoth loves the color purple and light blue, his outfits are always in this palette.

• Anput started wearing her hair in braids after seeing some foreign women wearing them. She looks stunning

• Osíris is the kind of father who would send a good morning message with flowers and a loud audio in the family group

• Isis and Tawaret are good friends. Tawaret helped her during her pregnancy with Horus, and Isis is extremely grateful for everything. They go out for tea and gossip about the pantheon.

• Hapi and Imseti are very close and are partners in crime. If you see them both running in any direction, go the other way.

• On the other hand, Ihy and Kebechet are a very well-behaved and calm duo. Despite being two children, literally, they are both very easy-going and spend much more time talking than being chaotic

• Horus and Anubis get along very well and see each other as brothers, but neither of them will admit it. Anubis is Horus' right-hand man and always helps him make decisions for the pantheon.

• Khnum sometimes makes personalized statues of the gods he doesn't like and then crushes them. It's therapeutic.

• Tefnut and Nephthys are very sensitive, sometimes they meet and talk about their feelings to make it easier to deal with them.

• Seth and Isis are a great duo, but they can't stand being around each other for too long.

• Nefertem, Sekhmet, and Ptah are a good family and are very close. Even when Ptah and Sekhmet are having a hard time due to their different personalities, they still put Nefertem first and appear at social events together. It's a little chaotic at times, but he makes her smile in a way no one else can.

• Duamutef has an appreciation for music and has learned to play all different types of instruments.

• Ma'at rarely appears to the pantheon, too focused on her work in the Duat to maintain order and peace. She appears once every few millennia, so she and Thoth always go on cute dates and enjoy the few hours they have together. This time apart has never affected either of them, as Thoth is also very busy, and they are a very much in love couple.

• Bastet is definitely a daddy's girl and loves to rub it in her siblings' faces.

• Khonshu has a collection of pictures of the gods falling/making weird faces for fun

• Anubis and Anput are very affectionate and they will stop appearing at some pantheon event to simply be together.

• Qebui likes to race with gods from another pantheon, like Hermes, and the results are between acceptable and chaotic.

• Heka and Apollo are friends and sometimes hang out together.

• Wadjet has caused at least three fights among the pantheon by accidentally saying something too loud.

• Nekhbet is the type of person who doesn't like you and say it on your face

• Heqet is a very sweet and kind goddess, but she is also very gossipy and loves to know all the news of the pantheon.

• Seth, Sekhmet and Sobek are a chaotic and rude trio, but they trust each other a lot. Trust me, you wouldn't want to be against their team

• Nefertem and Seshat are very intelligent and calm gods, but they have -1 IQ when they are together and even laugh in the wind. Osiris don't let them sit together during meetings because they kept disturbing Horus with their laughter.

• Nut is a complicated goddess at times. She is a good mother and grandmother but loves a bit of chaos so her reaction is unpredictable sometimes

• Gebe, on the other hand, is really firmer in his principles. It's easy to know how he will react to certain things and generally the gods feel comfortable talking to him. When Gebe gets angry, which is very rare, earthquakes and volcanic eruptions happen

• Kebechet is attached to Anubis and learned everything from him, which she is very proud of. Physically, she looks a lot like Anput.

• Khonshu and Ihy really like each other. Sometimes Ihy sneaks out of his parents' house to show Khonshu her new songs. Khonshu travels a lot, but he always brings back a souvenir for Ihy.

• Bes is a great cook and listener. Unintentionally, he became a therapist to several gods because of this.

• Ptah and Khnum sometimes get together to create their sculptures together, but they don't talk much. It's a nice, peaceful silence

• Naunet has a terrible fashion sense and no one has the courage to tell her that

• Bastet is great at gymnastics and likes to use artistic moves during combat. She confuses Seth with this, especially when they are in the middle of a battle.

• Nu can appear in a physical form and interact with other gods, he just chooses not to do so because he is too lazy to interact socially and does not want to get involved in the frequent chaos of the pantheon.

[enneadau]

What are your current HCs (that you can talk about) for Jurai and GX?

Yuki Jurai, will be a powerful Duelist and Mage. However, as of the current moment in time, she's only about 6 years old and hasn't grown the strength to harness her full strength, or had any training.

She looks up to Mutou Yugi, the Queen of Games, who takes an interest in her after meeting her just after the Battle City finals, when Hanaq, the dark wrath of Ishizu Ishtar given life, defeated Kaiba Seto by kidnapping and using his brother against him, and stole the souls of everyone in the theme park who wasn't protected from the Shadows.

Yubel protected Jurai, who then met up with Yugi and got her number. The Queen of Games protected Jurai by sending her to V.I.P. Box One, where she met up with the Kobayashi triplets, whose older sister was the reincarnation of Kisara and whose dragonic form protected the children until the situation was resolved and she could return to her parents.

Jurai will meet up with Yugi again before she leaves the island and again after, but I won't give details here other than to say that Yugi gives Jurai permission to stay in contact.

During his recovery from the incident on the island, Kaiba will launch his competition to 'teach aliens to duel' and Jurai will take part. She will design cards that get sent to space. However, because Yubel is jealous of Yugi's mentoring of Jurai, she destroys Jurai's phone in a fit of rage, cutting her ties to Yugi and accidently hurting Jurai, leaving her unconscious.

While she's out cold, Jurai's parents take Yubel's card and sends it with the other cards, to protect their daughter, and when Jurai wakes up, she's concerned but believes her parents when they say it's for the best. That removes the danger from the household, but after a couple of months, Jurai starts having nightmares that can't be calmed down.

However, due to a later incident in Ennead, magic isn't exactly a secret, just ignored by those who choose not to believe, so instead of taking Jurai for the brain surgery that her parents do in canon, her parents instead show up on Yugi's doorstep and ask her if she can help.

Yugi, who at the time is a student studying Game Design in Tokyo, agrees to teach Jurai and when Jurai is allowed to apply Yugi's teachings, she doesn't get nightmares, but Jurai's parents don't like magic at all and don't want it in the house. So they don't always allow it and the severity of the nightmares scare them until they drop Jurai on Yugi's doorstep for good.

And Yugi takes Jurai in as her daughter.

Jurai gets raised, from age 8 to age 14 by Yugi, her husband and the family she's built around her, with her mother, aunts and uncles teaching her a lot.

The day she goes for the Duel Academy test is the first day she calls Yugi 'Okaasan' or Mother.

When she goes to Duel Academy, it's under the name Yuki Jurai, not because she's embarrassed to be a Mutou, but because she both doesn't want to embarrass her mother by being a failure and an Osiris Red, and because being known as a Mutou will make making friends hard.

There she meets Marufuji Shoko, the little sister of Marufuji Ryu, the Kaiser of Duel Academy and makes friends, as well as earning the respect of others and when the Shadow Rider/Seven Star Assassins start throwing magic around she steps up.

I have more headcanons and events based within GX, but I'm about to go to bed, so if you're interested let me know and I'll post more tomorrow.

Part 2 here

[godsofhumanity]

I just want you to know, following this Hera/Leto saga you have quasi-ongoing with Hera haters is fuelling me. It's unlocking my chakras. It's developing my brain. I absolutely want to draw that cuntpost interaction LOL

OMGGG HAHAHAHA my pleasure 😊 honestly i dont hate that anon for hating on me because tbf i phrased it pretty mean, but in my defense, i didn't think anyone would take me seriously lol 😭

anyways. not to be a freak but i saw ALL ur tags and replies and i need to respond to two of them..........

kronos posting

PLEASEEEEE CHECK OUT MY #KRONOS TAG IM A CRAZY KRONOS-POSTERRRRR and also, here's my top 3 favourite kronos posts of all time: one, two, three

2. what i think some of the gods from the greek, egyptian, and norse pantheons look like

ur tags made me blush so badddddd hee hee im SO GLAD u liked my designs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i'm really glad especially that you mentioned Hades, because i loved his design a LOT and no one really commented on him :( .... i know he doesn't look TOO different from everyone else's version of Hades, but i thought he looked very nice and handsome and brooding.... i based his design off rowan atkinson's blackadder coz i thought he looked hot LMFAOOO 😳😳😳

surprisingly the egyptians' jewellery wasn't too hard, but the norse patterns on freyr, freyja, and tyr's armour was HELL!!!! had to redo that like 5 times 😭

for Set, i chose blue because: 1) i wanted a different colour for him. i wanted all four siblings (Osiris, Isis, Nephthys, Set) to have different colours, and i've already got Osiris with blonde hair (not drawn), Isis with black-- i wanted Nephthys to have white hair because i hc Anubis to have white hair (white = purity = death), and so, i guess i thought that Anubis' signature jackal head is usually a darkish blue, so i gave that attribute to Set! so he has blue hair now. and the second reason is, 2) i didn't want everyone to have black hair because that's boringggg T-T

if you liked those pieces, you may be interested in my PART 2 which has: Demeter, Iasion, Thanatos, Tezcatlipoca, Itzpapalotl, Thor, Sif, Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi, Susanoo but tbh it's not as good lol

i saw ur suggestion for my PART 3 to include Khnum, Satis and Anuket! i definitely like the idea of Khnum... stay tuned 👀

anyways... yayyy!! thank u for lookign at my blog and leaving such nice messages ❤️