#pomegranate choker

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Agate pomegranate choker with carnelian ♥ available here.

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This dress is really working for me, don’t you think?

[hyuburt]

I think Fantasy High would look good animated in the total drama style since they’re both chalk full of chaotic sweaty teenage energy. Here are the bad kids on their first day of school

[ID: Two images of the same lineup of characters, with the top one being the colored version and the lower one being the line art. They depict the six main characters from D20′s Fantasy High from tallest to smallest; Gorgug, Fabian, Kristen, Adaine, Fig, and Riz. They are all drawn and colored mostly in line with canon, with some slight variations to accommodate the total drama style. Gorgug’s eyes were stylized into two white dots with slight bags underneath, and he is standing upright with his hands nervously brought up to his chest with a slightly timid expression on his face. His hoodie is a slightly de-saturated purple with grey sweatpants and purple sneakers. He has dark green skin and black wavy hair that falls above one eye. His wobbly, down-turned mouth has a tusk poking out of the higher side (he normally has two, it’s just the way his expression was drawn made it so only one was visible.) His face shape and nose are rounded to give him a softer appearance and there are two little lines indicating the beginning of teenage stubble on his chin. Next to him on the right is Fabian, who stands with his arms crossed and his head turned haughtily to the right, a smug expression on his face. He is wearing his red owlbear jacket with white sleeves, greyish brown loose workout pants, a black undershirt, and red sneakers. He has brown skin and swept back white hair that is shaved on the sides. His nose slopes downwards and he has two eyelashes under both eyes to denote that he is a fancy, pretty boy. He is drawn with a strong, square jawline and a build that is both muscular yet nimble.To his right is Kristen who has a stocky, more rounded build and is wearing a rainbow tie dye shirt with a simplified corn logo in the center, denim shorts, green flip flops, and a rainbow bracelet. She has curly orange hair that curls around her round face, light tan skin with freckles, bushy orange eyebrows, an upturned nose, and dark green eyes that are upturned in a smile. To her right is Adaine, who is slouched slightly with her arms crossed and an unhappy expression on her face as she looks off to the ground. She is wearing blue circular glasses over her round blue eyes, her blue two-piece hudol uniform, knee-high grey socks, and black mary jane shoes. She has light brown skin and short, straight blonde hair swept back from the front of her face in a widow’s peak. She has a small, pointy nose and a circular face with a small pointy chin. Above her is a version of her face without her glasses. To her right is Fig, who is standing proudly with one hand on her hip and the other in a finger gun. She has light reddish skin and brown hair in a braid that has a bright purple streak in her bands and at the end of her braid like it was dipped in paint. She has a long, pointy face and a slightly hooked nose. Her eyes are a dark pomegranate color and slightly upturned. She is wearing purple lipstick, a short leather jacket with a cropped grey shirt underneath it that has a picture of a horned skull on it, a black choker, fingerless gloves on both hands, a plaid skirt and belt with black leggings underneath, dark brown boots, and a single fishnet coming up to her calf on her right leg. To her right is Riz, who is holding a magnifying glass up to his face with one eye squinted to see through it and his other hand on his hip. A single fang peeks through the corner of his small smile. He has a green tail that swishes in front of him. He is wearing his signature brown cap and two piece suit with mauve pants, vest, and tie. His skin is light green with freckles under his eyes, his eyes are light greenish-yellow with slits for pupils, and his hair is dark green and swept back under his cap. Above him is a version of his head without his cap, showing that his hair is swept back from the front and curls away from his face, giving him a windswept appearance.]

[this-is-z-art-blog]

[ID: digital drawing from the legs up of Sam Manson standing with one hand on her hip and the other buried in her hair by her temple, head tilted slightly as she smiles in bemusement. She's wearing a green and black plaid skirt and a light purple tank top with darker text reading 'New Year New Me Still Jewish'. She also has a number of dark earrings, a choker necklace with a silver Star of David, and a pair of thin silver bracelets with a variety of Jewish charms, including stone tablets, a shofar, a hamsa, a pomegranate, and a matza square.]

We're one week into the new year and it's been forty two zero days since I've last seen this canonically Jewish character depicted wearing a cross. Here's to 2025! 💜

[bebemoon]

look for the name: ANETA

{vibes} simone rocha white lace veil from a/w 2o2o collection, ph. estelle hanania

hag & company sheer mnemosyne kirtle cut from vintage cotton-poly percale {"Printed with hand carved blocks representing pomegranates ... Velvet ribbon border at skirt hem. Bodice printed with pomegranates. Cotton coutil lining, synthetic whalebone and nickel plated grommets.}

john fluevog "cubist cupcake" black lace-up ankle boot w/ buckle

jo malone london "pomegranate noir" cologne

rebekah k. bide small ribbon'd metal pendant w/ hanging heart in .925 silver on a black double sided silk velvet choker

[thescarletkiller]

Yog Sothoth Redesign 🧛🏻🦇🩸

Posting something a bit different today. Here’s my personal redesign for Yog. I personally like Yog’s original design but compared to the other nightmares he looks too normal and not monster like enough. So I took it to my own hands to make him look more vampiric.

I also added some more gothic elements to his new design cuz I love gothic fashion so much so it’s a love letter to my favourite subculture.

And I have my grievances with that e-boy choker

Here’s Yog’s bat form 🦇

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I headcanon that the choker that Yog wears conceals his true form. It’s an enchanted choker given to him by Zoth and Chaugnar after an incident where he devoured the human sacrifices during a ritual.

Yog’s true form is a giant bat gargoyle demon that’s 10x his human-like size with an uncontrollable appetite for blood. He has humongous wings that can scoop multiple humans at once and devour them. (I haven’t designed his true form yet. I will one day but it’s gonna be hard to draw).

The enchanted choker also controls his powers and immense hunger. Yog is much more powerful in his true form. All he had to do is to take off his choker and go wild. Another reason he wears this is to keep his powers in check in case he goes berserk again.

He can also turn into a mini bat in case he wants to be stealthy.

For his redesign, I changed Yog’s choker into a pendant to match with his vampire goth look.

If you want my two cents on what the nightmares represent in the neighbours, I think it’s either how the doorman perceives them and knows about their dark secrets OR the nightmares represent each of the neighbour’s respective dark secrets, fears and/or desires. I personally go with the latter.

If we’re talking about SK Francis here, I’d say Yog represents his intense bloodlust and violent desires. My headcanon is that Yog is a glutton. He consumes blood more than the average vampire. While vampires only drink enough to sustain their life force, Yog drinks more than necessary because he has an insatiable hunger to feed on humans. He can suck on an average of 10 humans dry.

Technically, SK Francis did commit the sin of gluttony because he has a desire to kill more and more people and he loves indulging in his sadistic pleasure of seeing so much bloodshed.

Yog consumes animals too. Sometimes they’re his emergency blood supply if he can’t find any humans. Commonly, he sucks the blood out of livestocks like cows or pigs. But he doesn’t drink much animal blood because their blood is too fatty and it makes him too full

Despite his gluttony, Yog is careful with his food. He makes sure that the human/animal he’s feeding off isn’t infected with a disease or their blood isn’t contaminated with alcohol or drugs.

Like all vampires, Yog’s weakness is sunlight. But unlike most of them, Yog immediately turns to stone upon coming into contact with sunlight. If you tip his statue over, he’ll crumble to dust. Luckily for him, Zoth knows how to revive him through a resurrection ritual.

Surprisingly, Yog can stomach human food but he doesn’t eat it often because it’s equivalent to junk food since it’s not part of his diet. He does get cravings for them occcasionally. His favourites are red wine, pomegranate juice, tomato juice, grape juice, rare steak, meat, strawberries and jelly doughnuts.

Btw this is the song I listen to when I redesigned Yog:

[winxanity-ii]

⌜Cycles of You, Cycles of Me | Chapter 10 Chapter 10 | the seasons' god⌟

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As consciousness slowly returned to you, you first became aware of the gentle hands that softly brushed against one of the flower petals in your hair.

Warmth enveloped you—a gentle, comforting presence that seemed to seep deep into your bones.

It was quiet, save for a low, soothing humming that resonated softly through the space. It was a calming sound, rhythmic and gentle, helping to ease the fog of sleep as your senses began to sharpen. As you lay there, your eyes still closed, you savored the feeling of security and peace, the residual stress of the trial beginning to ebb away.

Slowly, your eyes creaked open. The light was soft, the air warm and inviting. You were lying on a simple but comfortable bed, the linens clean and soft beneath you. The room was modest compared to the splendor of Olympus, with warm colors, simple pottery, and homely decorations filling the space, giving it a welcoming feel.

Beside you sat Demeter, her presence calm and reassuring. She smiled faintly as she noticed your awakening, bending down to kiss your forehead gently. "Hello, little one," she murmured as she helped you sit up.

As reality slowly trickled back into your consciousness, your hand subconsciously reached up to your neck, rubbing the choker that felt foreign against your skin.

"What... what happened?" you asked, your voice hoarse from disuse. A trace of embarrassment colored your tone, aware of how you had fainted from exhaustion during the trial.

Demeter's smile broadened slightly, a chuckle escaping her as she remembered the moment. "You stood your ground well," she began, her voice soft but proud. "Zeus has recognized you as a god, the personification of the seasons. He believes you're to play a crucial role in maintaining the balance of the natural world."

A rush of emotions flooded through you at her words. Godhood? It was overwhelming, considering you had spent your life—though a short time here—as merely a tree spirit.

Demeter's smile faded a little as she continued. "Persephone has gone back to the Underworld." She explained a bit more, noting that the young goddess couldn't stay long outside her designated time above ground due to her bond with the pomegranate.

You looked down, a bit sad, wishing you had a chance to see Persephone before she had to go back. You missed her already.

Sensing your mood, Demeter reached out, her hand gently rubbing your back. "She wanted to stay, you know," Demeter said softly. "But she'll be back with the spring. And now, you'll be here to greet her, not just as a spirit, but as a fellow deity."

The thought brought a small comfort, a faint smile tugging at your lips. Even though the road ahead was daunting, knowing you had a place among the gods gave you a flicker of hope.

As you were pondering this new phase of your existence, the gentle clatter of beads at the doorway announced someone's arrival. You turned to see Hestia stepping through, her presence as warm and calming as the hearth she represented. She looked pleasantly surprised to find you awake, a soft smile spreading across her face.

"Oh, you're awake already," Hestia remarked, as she turned to Demeter, who had been quietly sitting by your side. "I'll let Zeus know he's awake," she added before stepping back through the bead-covered doorway.

As she disappeared, another wave of emotions washed over you, mostly anxiety about what was coming next. You cleared your throat softly, turning to Demeter. "What exactly will happen now?"

Demeter, understanding your anxious inquiry, explained that there would be a short ceremony where you would be officially named and declared a god. "You may or may not receive blessings from other gods," she added, trying to prepare you for both possibilities.

Your conversation continued, Demeter soothing any further worries you had with a calm and reassuring tone. Just as you were beginning to feel a bit more settled, Hestia reappeared. This time, she was followed by a familiar figure—it was Ciro, the nymph.

Before you could ask what she was doing here, Hestia began explaining, "She'll escort you to the Great Hall, as Demeter and I need to take our places for the ceremony."

Hestia then nodded to her sister, signaling her to join her, and turned back to you, offering a gentle, encouraging smile. "Don't worry, you'll do fine," she assured you, before she and Demeter left the room.

As Hestia and Demeter left the room, their departure seemed to cue Ciro into action. The nymph bounced over to you, her movements energetic and her voice filled with rapid-fire speech that was characteristic of her lively personality.

"Everyone was so worried when they realized you were missing!" she exclaimed, barely pausing for breath. "Hermes came and fetched me; he's such a character, you know? Then I learned from a few nymphs residing up here what was going on with you becoming...well, a god!"

After unleashing her initial torrent of words, Ciro's features softened, her voice quieting as she leaned in closer. "Are you alright, though? I know you don't really take well sudden changes."

You managed a weak smile, reassuring her despite the turmoil inside, "I'm fine, Ciro. Thanks for asking."

She hummed in response, nodding as if to convince herself as much as you, before a slight shift in her demeanor indicated a change of topic. "Are you ready to go then?" she asked, a hint of seriousness underlining her usual brightness.

Taking a deep breath, you nodded, feeling the reality of the situation begin to settle in. Ciro chatted away as she led you toward the Great Hall, her stories about the other nature spirits and their antics providing a comforting distraction from the nervous anticipation building within you.

Her voice was a constant stream, filling the air as you walked through the hallways of Olympus. While part of you might have wished for quiet to gather your thoughts, her familiar chatter was a lifeline back to normalcy, keeping the overwhelming thoughts at bay.

Soon, the two of you reached the towering doors of the Great Hall.

Guarding the entrance were two majestic griffins, creatures with the body of a lion and the wings and head of an eagle. They moved with a fluid, reverent grace, bowing slightly as they pushed the massive doors open, allowing you and Ciro to enter. The sight of them—so powerful and yet so respectful—was a reminder of the significance of the moment.

As you took a few steps forward, stopping briefly when you noticed Ciro had halted, you turned back, puzzled. The nymph waved you forward, her voice light but firm, "This is where I must stop, but I'll see you after it's done." With that encouragement, you turned back toward the hall, glancing over your shoulder one last time to see Ciro smiling and holding up two thumbs up. A breathy laugh escaped your lips as you shook your head and walked on.

Approaching a small hallway, your eyes were drawn to large murals that adorned the walls, each depicting grand, mythical scenes that seemed to pulse with life. As you walked, the murals guided you to an archway that led to another, more imposing doorway.

Crossing the threshold, your breath hitched.

Before you lay the Great Hall of Olympus, a space so regal and divine it could only exist in the realm of gods. The marble floors shone with a pristine gleam, reflecting the light that streamed through enchanted windows, casting celestial patterns across the room. Towering columns, etched meticulously with the imagery of the four seasons, supported the lofty ceiling, adding to the grandeur of the hall.

In the heart of this divine space, the thrones of the twelve Olympians spanned across in an arc, with Zeus' throne, the largest and most ornate, positioned centrally, commanding attention. Each throne was uniquely designed to reflect the essence of its occupant—Apollo's adorned with lyres and sun motifs; Hera's elegant, draped in peacock feathers; Hermes' austere, decked with random items; and so forth.

To the side, almost blending seamlessly with the surroundings near the room's hearth, was a simpler, yet warm throne designated for Hestia, emphasizing her role as the keeper of the hearth and home.

As you entered, all the major gods turned their attention towards you, their expressions ranging from intrigued to scrutinizing. Zeus sat sternly, his gaze piercing; Poseidon seemed contemplatively calm; Hera observed you with a regal tilt of her head; Demeter's face showed a mix of pride and concern; while Aphrodite gave you a reassuring smile. Athena appeared thoughtful, Artemis was stoic, Apollo looked on with a hint of curiosity, Ares had a challenging smirk, Hephaestus was indifferent, and Hermes wore a playful grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Dionysus, lounging slightly in his throne, looked on with an amused interest.

This assembly, this moment—it was the turning point of your existence, marking the threshold of your new life among the divine.

Zeus' booming voice echoed through the Great Hall, causing you to jolt slightly as he commanded you to step forward. Your heart pounded in your chest as you obeyed, your steps shaky on the polished marble floor. Stopping in the middle of the room, you stood before the assembly of gods, their eyes piercing and expectant.

"Take your place before the King of Gods, Child of Three—born of Demeter's nurture, Persephone's longing, and Hades' shadow," Zeus declared, his voice filling the vast space.

For a moment, you were unsure of what to do next, the weight of his words heavy in the air. Your eyes flicked about briefly landing on Dionysus, who, leaning back nonchalantly in his throne, tilted his head back to take a sip of his wine. As he did, he mouthed the word 'kneel.'

Quickly understanding, you hastily dropped to your knees. The sharp impact sent a jolt of pain through you as your knees smacked against the marble, and you winced slightly.

Raising your eyes, you met Zeus's intense, unreadable gaze. The silence in the room was palpable as the other gods watched quietly, their formidable presence overwhelming yet oddly reassuring in this moment of truth.

Zeus then began to speak, his voice resonating throughout the grand hall as he adressed the assembly of gods. "We gather here today to witness and decide the fate of a new being among us—a being born not from human will but from the convergence of divine elements, a being unlike any minor spirit or nymph."

His eyes then snapped back to you, focusing with an intensity that felt as if it could pierce through to your very soul. "You will start as a minor god, with the potential to ascend to a full Olympian role," Zeus declared, his words echoing around the room. "You are now a god, yes, but untested and young. A god of the seasons—powerful, vital to the world's balance. Yet, you are untrained, and your place among us is not yet fixed."

He continued, the weight of his gaze never wavering from you. "Your creation is a unique blend of divine forces—life, death, and the cycles of nature—shaped by the combined divine influences of Demeter, Persephone, and Hades. Born not of mortal desires but through divine convergence, you embody more than a single realm. Seasons flow through you, as do the profound threads of life and death, growth and decay."

Zeus paused for a moment, allowing the gravity of his words to sink in before outlining the challenges ahead. "To merely wear the mantle of godhood is not enough. You must prove to us that you can wield it without the world paying the price for your inexperience." The king of gods looked at you squarely, his eyes searching for any sign of understanding or hesitation.

He then hinted at the trials you must face to solidify your position, such as stabilizing the seasonal balance and mastering your unique duality of life and death. "These are not merely tasks, but essential proofs of your capability to manage the responsibilities that come with your powers," he added sternly.

Finally, Zeus concluded his speech, fixing you with a look that demanded both your full attention and understanding. "Do you comprehend the gravity of why you stand before us today?" he asked pointedly.

You nodded, a mix of anxiety and resolve settling within you.

"Good," Zeus acknowledged with a slight nod, signaling a shared understanding of the path that lay ahead for you. His gaze then sharpened, becoming more direct. "Now, repeat after me," he instructed, his voice carrying a solemn weight that filled the grand hall.

Hesitantly, you nodded, feeling the weight of every eye upon you as you prepared to speak. Zeus began the vow, and you echoed each phrase carefully, your voice steadying with each word.

"I swear to uphold the balance and use my power for the good of the world." Your voice wavered slightly but held firm as you repeated after him.

"I swear to honor the cycle of the seasons, guiding their passage with care and purpose." The weight of the promise settled deeper in your chest.

"I swear to protect the harmony of nature and time, ensuring their balance is never broken." You echoed him, feeling the gravity of the words tying you to your duty.

As you finished speaking, out of the corner of your eye, you caught a flash of black and gold. Turning slightly, you saw three figures in cloaks approaching.

As they drew closer, each pulled off their hood, revealing themselves: an old, decrepit woman with a gaze as sharp as it was wise; a middle-aged woman whose stern demeanor seemed to command respect; and a young woman whose eyes sparkled with a curious intensity.

Despite their different appearances, the string they held between them—a shimmering golden thread that seemed to pulse with life—clearly marked them as the Fates.

The presence of the Fates at this moment didn't just signify the importance of the ceremony; it also stirred a deep feeling within you about your ascension to godhood. Seeing them, you couldn't help but feel a surge of apprehension about what your future held.

The Fates were entities of immense power, their decisions shaping the lives of mortals and gods alike. The realization that your path was now likely intertwined with their designs added a layer of gravity to the already heavy mantle of responsibility you had just vowed to carry.

Suddenly, Zeus' voice broke through your thoughts, a commanding echo that brought you back to the moment. "From this day forth, you shall take your place among the gods as the personification of the seasons. The balance of life and change shall rest in your care." Standing to his full imposing height, he made the official proclamation. "Now, let the ritual ceremony begin. Those who choose to, may offer you their blessing, granting you the gifts to fulfill your divine role."

After the declaration, Zeus nodded his head, signaling the start of the ritual. Demeter was the first to step forward, her presence as nurturing as ever, yet tinged with the solemnity of the occasion.

"____. You are my creation, born from love and nurtured by the seasons," Demeter began, her voice resonating with a warm strength. "As your mother, I grant you my strength to endure, to grow even in the harshest times. You are the bearer of growth, the herald of life and death's delicate dance, and like the harvest that follows toil, your resilience will carry you."

As she spoke, she raised a hand, and it briefly glowed with a vibrant green light before something materialized in the air before you. It was a staff, made of entwined vines, golden wheat, and budding flowers, symbolizing her blessing of fertility and abundance.

Hesitantly, you reached out and took the staff, feeling its life force pulsing through your fingers. Looking up to Demeter, you saw her smile warmly. "May your roots run deep, and your branches reach ever higher," she said, her eyes gleaming with pride and hope for your future.

The significance of the staff and her words sank in, grounding you with a tangible connection to the earth and the cycles you were now bound to oversee.

As you grasped the staff, a sense of purpose filled you, intertwining with the newfound power coursing through your veins. The tangible connection to the earth and its cycles seemed to anchor your very essence, reinforcing your role within the pantheon.

"Heheh, I suppose, I'll go next~" Aphrodite sanf in a singsong tune, giggling prettily before beginning to speaking. "Love created you and love will sustain you, even when the seasons of your heart change. Remember, love is not only given but returned. I gift you a reminder of the beauty in connection, so you may inspire love as much as you receive it."

With a graceful motion, Aphrodite raised a hand before blowing a kiss in your direction. You watched in awe as a delicate pink heart fluttered down towards you, landing playfully on your nose. You couldn't help but sneeze gently, causing a ripple of laughter from the goddess of love.

From that tiny contact, a warmth spread quickly, a blush-pink glow radiating outward from your nose before swirling inward and vanishing into a single point at your heart. Aphrodite leaned on her throne, head tilted and with lidded eyes, she purred, "And whatever you receive, little one, may it always reflect what was given," she said in lilting and soft voice that seemed to weave through the air like a gentle breeze.

The warmth from Aphrodite's blessing left a lingering sense of comfort and affirmation within you, a subtle but potent reminder of the interconnectedness of all things, especially within the realm of emotions and relations.

This warmth seemed to permeate deeper, settling into your very essence and soothing some of the uncertainty that had gripped you since your arrival in Olympus.

It was then that Athena cleared her throat, indicating she would offer something next. With a poised assurance characteristic of the goddess of wisdom, she began, "Given the uniqueness of your existence and the responsibilities it entails..."

Athena's movements were measured and deliberate as she stepped forward, her grey eyes piercing yet calm. "Wisdom is a steady flame and will guide you through storms and shadow, illuminating paths you may not yet see," she said. "The seasons are a cycle, and with each turn, you'll face challenges. I grant you the clarity to navigate your role—not just as a force of nature, but as a being who must choose how to wield that power."

She then touched two fingers to her temple and pulled them away, holding between them a small, misty orb that glowed with a silver light. With a flick of her fingers, she sent it in your direction. It landed softly on your temple before disappearing; as the glow faded, you felt a clarity settle over your mind, as if your thoughts had sharpened, and the fog of confusion had lifted.

"May your decisions be just, and your path steady," Athena concluded, her voice resonating with a quiet authority that seemed to echo the solidity of her blessing.

This new clarity felt like a light had been switched on in a dark room, making you more aware of your surroundings and the weight of your decisions. It was as if you could see the threads of consequence more clearly, allowing you to anticipate and consider the outcomes of your actions more accurately.

Just then, a voice shouted, "Dibs! I call next!" Before you could even blink, Hermes was leaving his seat, not content to stay put like the others. He jumped up, flying over the assembly; his winged sandals fluttered as he grinned mischievously.

Once he reached you, Hermes couldn't resist a comment about your stature. "I'm not saying you're not powerful, but you're so tiny I could fit you in my pocket," he chuckled, quickly adding, "But don't worry, I've got just the thing to help you keep up with the big leagues."

As he spoke, Hermes began digging into his satchel, continuing, "You've got a lot on your plate, kid. So here's the deal—I'm giving you the gift of adaptability. Change is constant, right? Seasons, emotions, people—they all shift. You'll need to be able to keep up. And if you get lost in the chaos, well..." He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice with a conspiratorial grin. "You'll always know the way back."

Finally, with a triumphant "A-ha!" Hermes pulled his hand from the satchel. In his grasp was a small, glowing feather. He held it in front of you, explaining, "This is one of my molted feathers. It's seen more corners of the world than most will ever dream of."

He placed the feather on your shoulder, where it dissolved into a faint shimmer. "Now you'll never be lost," he declared before flying back to his seat with a satisfied smirk.

The light touch of the feather left a tingling sensation where it vanished, instilling a subtle but profound sense of direction and purpose within you. You felt as though no matter where you went or how far you strayed, finding your way back would always be within your reach.

After a moment of silence, where no one else spoke, Zeus nodded to Hestia to begin concluding the ceremony. Hestia stood up, preparing to speak, but surprisingly, Ares cut her off. "Guess I'll add my gift too," he said, his tone less gruff than usual, which even caused Aphrodite to giggle.

"How sweet, Ares," Aphrodite teased, her voice lilting with amusement. The war god turned to her with a wolfish grin before his intense gaze locked onto you. It was intense, but not unkind, as he began to speak.

"Emotions are the fire of change," Ares declared, his voice resonating like a battle drum. "They burn, they rage, they consume—and yet, from their ashes, transformation is born. You carry the seasons' power, and with it, the chaos and beauty of change itself. I gift you the sensitivity to emotion, to feel it, to understand it, and to channel it. From that, change will thrive."

Ares raised a hand, clenching it into a strong fist. You watched, mesmerized, as a faint red glow gathered around it. Then, he opened his fist, releasing a rush of red sparks and fog that shot straight toward you, hitting you squarely in the chest. A small "oof" escaped your lips as you staggered back from the impact.

As you regained your balance, a heat—sharp but not painful—spread through your body like a flicker of fire. As the glow faded, you felt a heightened awareness of the emotional currents around you, as if the air itself hummed faintly with unspoken feelings.

"Emotions are power. Learn to wield them," Ares said firmly, his gaze still fixed on you, challenging yet encouraging.

The weight of his gift settled within you, offering not just the ability to sense and understand emotions more deeply but also the challenge to use them as a tool in navigating the complexities of your new role as a god.

You could feel every subtle shift in the room, each current of feeling from those gathered—a new layer of perception that was both exhilarating and daunting.

Hestia looked around the room, ensuring no one else intended to offer a gift. Nodding her head, she turned to you with a sweet smile, a softness in her eyes that felt like coming home. "I'm usually in charge of concluding ceremonies such as these," she began, her voice as comforting as the warmth from a fire. "But before I do, I would like to bless you as well."

"The hearth is the heart of every home, a place of balance and peace. I grant you the grounding to remember who you are, no matter how the world changes," she declared, her voice imbued with a gentle authority.

She then lit a small flame in her palm, the fire dancing gracefully before it floated over to you, much like the blessings from the others. The flame disappeared as it touched your skin, but for a moment, a golden warmth covered your body, a sensation like the embrace of a long-lost friend.

"Every cycle needs a foundation. May your spirit burn steady, guiding you through every season," Hestia concluded, her tone imbuing each word with a wish for stability and strength in your life.

As the warmth from Hestia's blessing faded, you felt a profound sense of completeness, as if each of the gifts from the gods had woven together to form a tapestry of divine support and guidance.

With each blessing, you felt increasingly prepared to undertake the responsibilities of your new divine role, each gift a tool to aid you on the journey ahead. As this realization settled within you, a new surge of determination steeled your spirit.

Zeus then stood up, indicating that the blessing ritual was concluding. He walked down from his high throne towards you, his presence as commanding as ever. In his raised hand, a glowing light began to swirl, coalescing into a tangible form before revealing a crown floating within the radiant mist.

This crown was not merely a piece of regalia; it was a mixture of many elements of the natural world—fallen leaves, budding flowers, and icicles—each representing the cyclical nature of the seasons.

He stopped before your kneeling form and officially declared your title as a god of the seasons, setting the crown upon your head to mark your ascension. "With the blessing of Olympus and the consent of the Fates, we recognize you, ____, as a god of the seasons."

As soon as he spoke these words, golden threads of light enveloped you, lifting you off the ground a few inches. For just a moment, your body became transparent, revealing the flow of the seasons within you—flowers blooming, leaves falling, snowflakes swirling—before you solidified again.

Then, your physical form began to shift, growing more radiant and ethereal.

From their spots, the Fates began chanting, the string in their hold slipping and floating over, wrapping around you before melting into your skin. The threads showed that this moment was woven into destiny itself.

Your eyes glowed with newfound power, and your skin shimmered with a dynamic play of colors that reflected the seasonal cycle, indicating your deep connection to the natural elements and your role as their steward. This transformation marked not only your physical change but also symbolized your acceptance into the pantheon as a deity with a unique and essential duty to the world.

When it was over and you were back on the ground, a short but unusual feeling rushed through you; it wasn't exhaustion, but it wasn't raw energy either. It was something in between, a profound sense of being connected deeply to the natural cycles around you.

Some of the gods let out audible sounds of awe or surprise, prompting you to look over yourself; you had to hold back a gasp.

Your skin now had an array of different colors, like the vibrant hues of fall leaves, while flowers print seemed to bloom across your skin.

Your fingertips were green, as if stained by the fresh sap of new leaves, and vines curled around your forearms and legs, integrating naturally with your body.

Your eyes were pitch black, yet they twinkled with the illusion of forever falling snowflakes, a mesmerizing sight that captured the essence of winter's beauty.

You looked over your hands, taking in your new appearance. Bangles adorned your forearms, chiming softly with every movement, reminiscent of the sound of wind through trees or rain falling.

The staff Demeter had given you had also changed; it was now covered in a layer of frost, enhancing its mystical appearance. Your clothes had transformed as well. You were now wearing a knee-length tunic that was currently icy whites and silvers, adorned with frost-like designs that sparkled as if kissed by frost. The fabric appeared ethereal, almost weightless, like woven starlight or clouds.

Around your waist was a cinched, jeweled belt with a central gem representing the cycle of the seasons—a four-segmented design, each segment distinct and symbolizing spring, summer, autumn, and winter. On your feet were simple sandals, but you noticed that every time you moved your foot, you left frosty prints as if walking in the snow.

As you touched the crown, feeling its sharply cold surface, you realized it wasn't just the physical sensation that shifted—it was the crown itself that changed with the seasons. Currently, because it was winter, the crown felt as if it were made of ice, each facet and gem mirroring the frosty environment around you.

Every detail of your transformation was designed to resonate with the cycle of the seasons, from the frosty footprints you left behind to the vines that wrapped around your limbs, now dormant and dusted with snow.

It was a profound reminder of your role as a deity of the seasons, a role that required you to be deeply in tune with the natural world and its ever-changing rhythms.

Zeus stepped back, turning to address the assembly with a voice that commanded silence across the vast hall. "It is done. Let it be known that ____, God of the Seasons, now walks among us. May he uphold the balance and fulfill his purpose." As he spoke, the gods, as well as the Fates, responded by bowing their heads—a formal gesture of acceptance, marking you as one of their own. All then stood to their feet in a reverent acknowledgment of your new status.

Hades was the first to react post-announcement, his form blending into the shadows and disappearing without a sound, a typical departure for the Lord of the Underworld.

Meanwhile, Dionysus, with a twinkling grin and barely contained excitement, boomed, "Time to get a feast started for this celebration!" He then left the hall, pulling Apollo and Artemis along with him, his laughter echoing back into the space.

As the hall began to clear, Demeter approached you, her expression filled with a mix of joy and tears. She reached out, gently touching the side of your face, her eyes gleaming with emotion.

It was only then that you noticed you had grown. You weren't as imposing as Zeus or Ares, but you were noticeably taller than before, now standing at a height that reached Demeter's collarbone—a significant change from being at her mid-thigh previously.

Observing your surprise at your new height, Hermes couldn't resist floating over to join in the moment. With his usual playful smirk, he commented, "Well, look at you now—still small, but I wouldn't dream of pocketing you anymore." His words brought a light-heartedness to the moment, easing some of the solemnity from the earlier ceremony.

Embarrassment warmed your cheeks, and the flowers in your hair responded to your emotions by curling up slightly, which drew a teasing "aww" from Hermes. His laughter bringing a light-heartedness to the moment, easing some of the solemnity from the earlier ceremony

Before the moment could continue, Zeus ambled over with a few other gods. He turned to Demeter, his voice carrying a tone of urgency. "Your presence is needed in the mortal realm—winter still continues and needs to be maintained," he said, clearly outlining the necessity of her role in managing the seasons on Earth.

His eyes landed on you momentarily, a mix of stern authority and subtle reassurance coloring his gaze. "You'll remain in Hestia's care until your home—your palace—is built here on Olympus," he explained. "Normally, a minor god would not receive such an honor, but given your unique heritage and divine parentage, you'll be given the simple honor of having your own residence in the divine realm."

You stuttered out a "Thank you" as Zeus turned to leave, Hera's arm linked with his, both moving with the poise and confidence of rulers.

Behind them, Aphrodite lingered with Ares. She turned back to you with a playful glint in her eyes, "Don't be a stranger, dear. Do stop by to visit one of these days," she purred, reaching out to caress the underside of your chin lightly, her touch as mesmerizing as it was unsettling.

You managed a stuttered "Bye," watching as she sashayed away, holding the arm of the war god, uncaring of her husband's—Hephaestus—watchful eyes as he limped slightly behind them.

Hermes, still near you, chuckled lightly, his voice tinged with amusement and a hint of warning. "Careful," he quipped, "she'll have you wrapped around her finger faster than you can say 'Zeus's lightning bolt!' Just look at my muscle-head brother."

Your gaze followed their departing figures just in time to see Aphrodite, with lidded eyes, caress Ares's face, the god leaning down as they rounded the doorway corner. The interaction, brief as it was, painted a vivid picture of the complex relationships and dynamics that thrived among the gods of Olympus.

As you were still processing this glimpse into the intricate web of divine interactions, Hestia's voice gently pulled your attention back to the present.

"Hermes, you'll do right not to influence this young god with your trickery," Hestia chided, her tone light but firm, hinting at the deep respect and order she upheld within the pantheon.

Hermes just laughed, a sound rich with amusement, as he held both hands up in a gesture of mock surrender. "Who, me? Never," he quipped, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Then he turned to you, his expression softening into a grin. "I'll see you around, Sprout." With a wink, he flew away, his departure as swift as his arrival, calling out over his shoulder, "Arty! Just the goddess I wanted to see," as he playfully bothered Artemis while she walked out.

With Hermes' departure, the grandeur of the Council Hall felt more pronounced. It was just you, Hestia, and Demeter left in the vast space. The echo of Hermes' laughter still lingered slightly, reminding you of the lighter sides of divinity amid the solemnity of your ascension.

Hestia's presence was calming, a steady flame in the center of potential chaos, while Demeter's nearness reminded you of your roots and the journey that had led you here.

Together, they represented a spectrum of care—Hestia with her broad guardianship over hearth and home, and Demeter with her focused nurturing of life and seasons.

Demeter sighed, a wistful expression crossing her face as tears shimmered in her eyes. She spoke of returning to the mortal world, her voice thick with emotion. "I've always known you were special," she confessed, her voice soft. "I'll try to visit as much as I can, whenever I can," she promised, giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

You stared up at her, your own eyes misting over, and in a moment of profound connection, you croaked out a term you had never used before, "Bye... mother."

This was the first time in your entire existence you had called her that. For a second, Demeter's lips parted, her hand flying to her chest as if struck by the weight of the word. Then, she rushed forward to engulf you in another embrace, murmuring, "My little one," her voice thick with emotion.

When she finally pulled back, she turned to her sister. Demeter's voice held a plea as she looked at Hestia. "Please... look after him," she asked, her tone laden with a mother's concern.

"Of course, I will," Hestia assured her, nodding solemnly. Her tone was warm yet resolute, a promise from one sister to another, sealed in the sanctity of their divine roles.

With a final hesitant touch, a soft caress that lingered a moment too long, Demeter stepped back. Her entire form then lit up in a brilliant display of green and gold auras. She minimized into a glowing golden orb that floated around your head twice, as if saying a final farewell, before zipping away to the mortal realm.

The room felt emptier without her presence, the lingering warmth of her touch a stark contrast to the cool grandeur of the throne room. You stood there for a moment, lost in thought, reflecting on everything that had transpired.

Hestia's voice gently broke your reverie, "Would you like me to show you to your room?" she asked kindly. You agreed, grateful for her guidance.

As you followed the Hearth Goddess out of the throne room, you couldn't help but wonder what lay in store for you. Each step felt like a move towards a future filled with unknowns, but with the support of the gods and the newfound powers you possessed, you felt a cautious optimism about facing whatever challenges might come.

A/N: thank you so much for taking the time to read 𝐂𝐘𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄, 𝐂𝐘𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔. this story holds a deeply personal place in my heart, and knowing that you’ve given it a shot means more to me than words can express. 

when i started writing this, i was in a dark place—like so many of us were during the early days of covid. i lost my father during that time, and it shattered me. my dad was my biggest supporter, always telling me how much he wanted to read my stories. but back then, i couldn't bring myself to show him my work. i felt like it wasn’t good enough, like i wasn't good enough.

now, i'm doing what i couldn't do then. this story is my way of honoring his memory. it's about finding yourself, about rebirth and growth, even when the world feels cold and dark. it took a lot of time, tears, and healing to get here, but i'm proud of what i've created.

i hope this story speaks to you in some way too. whether it's the mythic adventure, the emotional undertones, or just the escape of diving into another world, i hope it brings a little light to your day.

thank you for being part of this journey with me. ❤️

—XANI 🌺

[oros-ash3s]

.˚ ⋆ ˚⊹ 𖤐 Character Introduction 𖤐 ⊹⋆.˚⋆

Elmira Koroleva: The Thorned Rose 🥀 ໒꒱ 𖥔･₊˚ ⨯⁺ 𓂅

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Basics

Name: Elmira Tania Koroleva

Name Meaning: Elmira is of Russian origin, meaning “electrification of the world”, and is derived from the Germanic word for noble.

Age: 24

Date of Birth: January 7th

Gender/Pronouns: Cisgender (She/her)

Sexuality: ???

Ethnicity: Russian + Polish

Classification: Human; a member of the Koroleva House. She’s a retired assassin of the Nightwalker Elimination Association (NEA) due to an injury she received when she was younger.

Goal: Protect her younger sister Aurora, no matter the cost. She wants to save her from the same cursed fate she faced, and bring her out of this life of revenge and death.

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Personality

Elmira is the eldest daughter of the Koroleva siblings and holds much more burden than the rest of her brothers and sisters because of it. From a young age she was responsible of taking care of the smaller kids and was parentified due to her parent’s emotional distance and neglect. She’s nurturing and caring, especially to her siblings, and tries her best to do what she believes is the right thing. But she’s also very passive, and can be easily swayed by others, which causes her to go against her own morals and beliefs to please the people around her. Unlike many of her siblings, she never felt very strongly about her life as an assassin, and does not hold the same hatred towards Nightwalkers as the rest of her family. All she cares about is keeping the rest of her siblings safe — she can’t lose anyone else important to her.

Likes: Her siblings, cooking, pomegranate, journaling, photography, black-and-white cinema, reading, gift-giving, libraries

Dislikes: Herself, needless violence, her father, the NEA, business meetings, fighting, long lines, slow walkers, tardiness

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All the words I couldn’t say to you, fill up spaces in my chest / like spare coins poised on the tip of my tongue, I make a wish and hold my breath | The Crane Wives — The Well

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Appearance

Elmira, out of all the Koroleva children, looks most like her father. With his same pale, smooth skin; strong, pointed nose; and dark, charcoal-black eyes, and tall height, she’s almost a direct mirror. She has just barely-noticeable hearing aids in both her ears, due to the hearing damage she sustained as an assassin. Her right leg is missing from just below her knee, replaced by a prosthetic and leg brace. Thick, dark pink scars run all across what remains of her leg and up her hip, a tell-tale sign that she was once more than a just a doctor. Unlike her days as an assassin, where her physical appearance was very prim and proper, she has let loose a little in recent years. Her hair is straight and layered, with blunt bangs, and falls just below her collarbone, cut almost in the same style as a wolf cut. And although she doesn’t put too much effort into her makeup, she can always be seen with thick black eyeliner around her eyes and a dark lip tint, which gives her a more mature look.

Most of the time, Elmira can be found wearing her uniform or very casual, baggy clothes on her days off, when she’s just relaxing in her apartment. But when she finds herself not so busy running after Aurora or fixing up one of her father’s messes, she prefers to wear alternative-style clothes. She rarely wears colour, and can never be seen in more than a pastel tone. The most standard item, in her closet, is long, flowy, gothic skirts. She also likes jewelry, and despite not caring as much about her appearance as an average person (she’s just too busy to worry about it), she has a wide collection of chokers, necklaces, bracelets, and rings that she wears frequently.

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The Nightwalker Elimination Association

Elmira did not become an assassin out of choice, instead being merely born into it because of her father — who is the most renowned assassin inside the NEA. She went along with it willingly for most of her life, but it was around the time that she was eighteen where she began to question her place at the organization. Her performance on missions decreased dramatically, causing her to get into multiple incidents that ended up leaving her heavily scarred. It was the incident when she was 20, which left her as an amputee, and she was forced to retire — something she was more than happy to comply with. After studying in the medical field for two years, she took up an official job as a doctor, although most of the time she just works for her father, not branching out to help other assassins.

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[sea-owl]

Who remembers my Gothic Featheringtons omegaverse posts? If you need a reminder here there are.

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So I've been thinking, I kinda want a rut post and gothic Penelope seems like one of the few who is okay with going with the flow and seeing what happens.

It shouldn't have counted as a chase. It shouldn't have. Colin couldn't even see her when his carriage followed her hired hack. His inner alpha disagreed though.

Must catch omega

He didn't even feel the signs coming on. Didn't feel his temper rising, in body heat or anger. Didn't notice that he was becoming more jittery. He just knew he needed to get to Penelope.

And god help her if he found her with a lover

Our omega. OURS

They stopped at a church. Stopping at a church wasn't that odd for her, the Featheringtons loved going to churches for the ghosts . . .at night. During the day though?

She was alone in the church, if someone were to walk in they would think she was a woman in mourning with her black dress and veil. Colin watched as she hid a letter. He had to get that letter, and grab his omega.

Penelope sniffed the air, her body growing tense. She could smell him. Good.

Penelope turned towards him. "Colin?"

Hearing her voice say his name, it snapped whatever control he had left. Colin rushed forward, caging her body with his own. One hand holding her close the other was under her veil and in her hair to pull her head back. His face buried in her neck, mouthing at the choker that protected her mating gland.

Pomegranate and lotus. Colin groaned at the smell.

Penelope gripped at his arms, her breathing becoming faster. "Colin? Colin what are you doing here?"

Colin pulled back, his grip on her did not loosen at all. He stared down at her, her brown eyes wide. "I followed you," he told her simply.

Penelope's jaw dropped. "You what?"

Colin didn't answer her, he was becoming more twitchy. He and his omega were too open. He had to get them home, but first he needed that letter. Letting go of her hair Colin reached for the letter.

"No!" Penelope exclaimed. "Please don't, it's a secret."

"A secret worth risking your safety over?" Colin growled at her.

"Colin please."

Colin fully let go, and Penelope ran off.

His eyes skimmed the letter. It wasn't to a lover, oh no it was something so much more dangerous to his omega.

your's truly,

Lady Whistledown

Colin's alpha voice came out full force. "Penelope stop!"

Penelope froze in the doorway of the church. Like all unmated omegas she was helpless to any alpha's voice. Colin would have to change that.

He grabbed hold of her again, he needed contact with her. Needed to know she wasn't going to leave him. Her hack was gone by the time they left the church. Good. He herded her into his carriage, hitting the top of the roof for the driver to go.

In the closed space Penelope began to take a closer look at him. "Colin you're acting like a beast in rut. It's . . .exciting."

Colin didn't like how little he was on Penelope. The heat was becoming too much, he felt like he couldn't breathe with this damn cravat on!

Colin pinned her under his body, his face burying into her neck.

"Please stay with me Penelope," Colin begged, mouthing at her chocker covered gland. His mouth trailed up to her jaw. "Stay." Lips ghosting over her's, her chest heaving into his. "Stay."

"Si, mi amor."

They trip back to his home in Bloomsbury was a short one. As soon as Colin's feet were steady on the ground he swooped Penelope into his arms. He couldn't risk his omega being taken away. Penelope wrapped her arms around his neck, her face flushed yet intrigued.

"Draw a bath, and no one is to disturb us until morning," Colin ordered.

Dunwoody nodded and Colin carried Penelope to his room. He would not let her go until the staff came and left with the bath. After that Colin began to loosen the fastenings on her dress, stripping her bare besides her chocker. Her skin was cool against his heated hands.

God he wants to be in her, but first he has to make sure she knows she's his.

He dumped her in the bath.

"Colin Bridgerton!" Penelope shrieked, the first time he's ever heard her do so. She opened her mouth again, probably to curse him in either English or Spanish, or maybe a mixture. Colin cut her off with a kiss. His hands washing her body with his soaps.

There, now she smells like pomegranate, lotus, and him.

Unable to take the heat any longer Colin began to strip himself as he made his way to his closet. As much as he wants her to be in nothing, he knows he needs to see her surrounded by him.

He goes through his shirts. He does not want her in white, it is not her. Penelope has always worn jewel tones and black. They are her family's happy colors. Blue, yes put her in blue. Not Bridgedrton blue, but a navy. Combine them both.

She looks gorgeous, like a goddess. Colin picks her back up again, this time laying her down on the bed. He once again attaches his lips to her mating gland. He lets out a growl when he realizes there is no choker blocking his path.

[winns-stuff]

Hi,hello! Not sure if you remember me, but I'd submitted some asks and brought up discussion topics in this blog way back then! I'm back from the dead after an exasperatingly long school year and some other daunting crap!Hope you're doing fantastic!🧡❤️💜💖

I saw that thread of beyonce's beautiful pink gown and thought about how I would've designed a dress for persephone's wedding . I did some digging and found a drawing I'd painted earlier this year inspired by lore olympus and RS's long- discontinued gothic-neovictorian comic "the doctor foxglove show".

The flowers are asphodels to represent persephone and I feel like the gothic traditional regal vibe would fit her nicely.

I also have other ideas that unfortunately I'm not gonna translate into drawings anytime soon 'cause of a bunch of other stuff I'm busy with

So I'm afraid you're gonna have to use your imagination.The wedding dress doesn't have to be white( how they made demeter "force" perse's dress to be white to further antagonize her and STILL ended up drawing persephone in a white dress anyway is still beyond me tbh )her symbols could beautifully be incorporated into her dress .

Exhibit 1:a "portrait of madame x" black outfit with a bat wing-like two part cape(her sacred animal:bat) that is bejeweled with black pearls and diamonds and smokey quartz ,the tiara in that portrait is a reference to diana the roman goddess of the hunt AKA artemis,so it could be a nice tribute to her friendship with artemis in the comic .

exhibit 2: a fully bejeweled gown made out of her symbolic gem stones:Lepidolite, Rhodochrosite and Smoky Quartz, signifying her marriage to the god of wealth(I know she's meant to be anti -capitalist but the comic doesn't follow through with it so ...)the sleeves or other parts (like dress layers)could take the shape of the flower petals of asphodel or Narcissus. Maybe a jewel faux- lily crown too. Along with rubies and spinels to form the shape of pomegranates all over the whole fit.

Exhibit 3:an elegant coat-like dress made out of deer (her own sacred animal)and black ram (hades')and fur . It would be a good nod to the fur coat hades gifted her in S1 and the underworld is cold too so why not(holy ginger snaps I just realized how impractical her official queen outfit is! Like we've been told in that episoide that underworld is cold and yet persephone's dress is sleeveless!girlie's freezing!) Also pearl/alabaster-made faux deer horns could be sprouting from her back like wings

Exhibit 4:a feathery dress as a tribute to her sacred animal:parrots most of the dress could be a nice shade of green with some red and yellow feathers which would be common colors for a parrot and also the color of the bridal dresses for ancient greek and roman noblewomen .

Exhibit 5:Like I said red and yellow /gold were bridal dress colours for greeks and romans,what other things are red and yellow?!wheats and tulips! Demeter's symbols!this could've very well been a sweet tribute from daughter to mother ! Imagine a multi -layered flower gown with deep scarlet and black petal-shaped fabrics to look like tulips and a multi-layered veil to match!!! And then imagine golden embroidered threads in the shape of wheat branches and golden wheat shaped necklace and earrings too! And an emerald ,olivine and topaz choker in the shape of a gecko(demeter's sacred animal)

Of course one could also go ham and just combine all these ideas together and make a maximalistic, artsy,chaoticly gorgeous outfit.I personally like it because it could be a symbol of how playful and fun spring is but also how unpredictable and strange death is!I feel like if rachel took her time and didn't rush things she could give us something extraordinary!!!!!!

As always I hope this ask finds you in good health! Bye bye🌹☘️💖💜🎀💚🌺🌸❤️💕🧡👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻

I remember you! I’m so glad to have you back! Your design is so beautiful by the way and honestly it’s very easy on the eyes too! I could see Persephone wearing something like that and also I’m honestly gushing about all of your exhibits because they’re so sweet and I absolutely love the detail you put in them. The tributes would’ve made the dress not only memorable but also very impactful to her character since Persephone was always supposed to be a more family oriented person (at least in season one when was characterized to be most comfortable with physical touch and around people) and it really would’ve showed us how strong her relationships have become over the past seasons, her friends are really just accessories at this point and they’re only brought up when it’s convenient. Hell even some signifying detail about Hades’ details would’ve been romantic like if they both wore parts of each other’s sacred animals or something like you incorporated, Hades never wears anything to represent Persephone and yet Persephone is supposed to be the one wearing dark colors now it’s just so one sided honestly.

But enough rambling, this was honestly such a sweet ask and I absolutely loved going through all of your ideas! They were genuinely so sweet and I hope everything is going great for you! <3

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[ovilis]

Twenty Tav Questions Meme! tagged by @fiddlin-across-faerun kinda

I. what do they smell like at their freshest? (and/or after a tenday. your choice)

Pomegranates and tart cherries.

II. what would their blood taste like to vampires?

It'd be something a little spicy and warm. Kinda like a chai latte would taste in modern times.

III. how would they kiss their LI?

It's always with a sense of passion. She's a passionate woman and she's not afraid to show it.

IV. how do they sleep with their LI (what position, does one steal the blankets, is one too hot/cold, etc)?

She does run hot so it would entirely depend on the weather conditions. If it's summer, she's within touching range. If it's cooler/colder, she's right there like a second skin. There's little in between. Also tends to hog the pillows as opposed to the blankets.

V. what does their tent area look like? where do they prefer to pitch their tent (next to water, covered on three sides, etc)?

Her tent area is a mirror of herself. It's covered on all sides and if you don't where to look, you aren't gonna see it. She mostly stays inside it, but if she does venture outside, she has a little stool she'll sit on. This is a good time to sharpen weapons so most of the time she's tending to her daggers or just trying to tame those wild curls of hers.

VI. if they had a set of dnd dice, what would they look like?

Green glass with gold inlay for the numbers and borders.

VII. do they collect anything (gems, bottles, keys, etc)?

Tea sets. Full on tea sets. Also chokers and daggers

VIII. if either, are they part of the astarion/gale book club (magic & literature) or the wyll/shadowheart book club (trashy romance novels)?

Definitely the Wyll/Shadowheart book club. It's her guilty pleasure

IX. if they had to be put in a “get along shirt” with a companion, who would it be?

Gale of Waterdeep 100%

X. do they prefer speak with dead or speak with animals?

Prefers to speak with animals as they observe a lot of interesting things.

XI. what are their thoughts on clowns?

Fuckin' hates them. RIP Dribbles

XII. their companions are gossiping about them behind their back! who is it and what are they saying?

Anyone, really. She's a bit strange in her nearly ritualistic ways of caring for her weapons and horns. They're important to her and she relishes in taking the proper time for them.

XIII. what makes them laugh? what does their laugh sound like?

Dark humor gets her to laugh the most. Puns make her chuckle. She's got a very feminine laugh; it's soft and sweet. Has a habit of hiding her laugh behind her hand, though.

XIV. do they have any inside jokes among their companions?

Out of everyone, her and Shadowheart have the most inside jokes. Her and Astarion have a few, but she instantly clicked with Shadowheart.

XV. what’s the description of their camp clothes in the inventory menu?

"Well worn and well loved. There's signs of repair in certain spots. And is that a sewn in holster for a dagger?"

XVI. what’s the description of their underwear in the inventory menu?

Simple black panties. Nothing special.

XVII. how do they celebrate their birthday?

Every year she goes out for dinner. It's always an expensive place and she dresses the part. There's always the yearly purchase of a new dagger and choker.

XVIII. what modern day tv show would they binge over a weekend? do they get their LI to watch with them?

Crime shows. Forensic Files and the like. Mostly so she can sit back and go "You dumb fuck." every time the criminal slips up. Absolutely forces her LI to watch, too.

XIX. do you have a playlist for your tav? if so, what’s the title + description

I do! I haven't touched it in a year or so, but it's named after her favorite snack.

XX. if you were to try pickpocketing them, what would they be carrying?

A three layer diamond studded choker, more gold than she could possibly need, a little can of loose tea leaves, easily three daggers and a vial of poison she coats them with.

[amortean]

𝟐-𝟓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 .

I. Blue — At the risk of sounding cliché, her eyes are like staring into the deepest, bluest reaches of the sea. Her attire, too, encompasses a wide range of blues, most often dark navy or cerulean.

II. Black — The shape of her silhouette as a hole in the world. The imperceptible voidspace lurking behind her head.

III. Tarnished Silver — Buckles, clasps, rivets, and any other metallic accent. Lustre lost with the passage of time and lack of care, much like herself.

IV. Dark Red — Thick rivulets of blood trickling down from her nose and bisected throat. Hands stained and dripping with pomegranate juice.

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 .

I. Blood. Faint to most unless you linger near her throat (why are you so close?), but those who are tantalized by the scent can smell her from a mile away.

II. The soap she currently uses for her hair & body smells like honey infused with chai spices, date sugar, tonka bean, and red musk. Sweet, slightly spicy, warm, and rich.

III. The ocean's salty breath clings to her hair and her clothes when she washes ashore.

𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 .

I. Scarves, chokers, bandages—oh my! She's always got something covering her neck.

II. Thighboots never go out of style.

III. Sweaters a few sizes too big to swallow her frame. Chunky knits or cute animal prints—as long as she's cozy and you can't see her shape, she's happy.

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒 .

I. Pomegranates. Usually two, sometimes three, always somehow at the ideal level of ripeness and striking the perfect balance between tart and sweet.

II. Several pages of sheet music that have begun to yellow with age—all duets, notably. Slightly crumpled from lining the bottom of her bird-bag, every corner bent one way or the other, the edges frayed and curling inwards.

III. Mystery mint tin. Contains mysteries in the form of pills, mints, hard candies, and sugar cubes. Eat a handful, see what happens.

IV. A thick stack of kami in a rainbow of colors. Wrapped in a plain white kerchief and secured with a length of twine.

V. Kalimba! The first instrument she's touched in over a decade. Thirty-four shiny steel tines arranged over a smooth slab of dark-stained rosewood.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 .

I. Sitting with her legs drawn and arms folded across the tops of her knees, staring off into nothing.

II. Hands quaking as her fists and her jaw clench tight, biting back a decade's worth of molten rage; her eyes blaze with all the unspoken furies she dare not unleash.

III. Crossed arms pulled tight against her breast; the pressure of her nails digging in breaks the skin as she tries to still the trembling of her hands.

IV. Rarely—a fleeting, ragged smile tinged with melancholy.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

I. The ebb and flow of the midnight sea on a cloudless night. The swash lapping up against the shore scintillates a bright blue from bioluminescent life.

II. An insatiable void born of stellar collapse, a hole in the universe itself, devouring all traces of light caught in its indomitable gravitational pull.

III. A tiny round songbird with an injured wing nestled safely in your palm.

IV. Pressed forget-me-nots slipping from between the pages of a dusty book.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 .

I. "Oceans" - Saint Mesa

II. "Everywhere and Nowhere" - FFXIV

III. "Saturn" - Sleeping at Last (Instrumental Version 👀)

IV. "Gravity" - Vienna Teng

V. "Lay Me Down" - In This Moment

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[monstershearts]

Fausto Damiano

Species: Dhampir (formerly human)

Age: 100 (turned at 21 in 1942)

Nationality: Italian

Ethnicity: Greek, Italian, unknown

Gender: Cis Male

Sexuality: Biromantic, Demisexual

Alignment: Neutral Evil or Lawful Neutral

Occupation: Army Field Medic (formerly), Antique Dealer (current)

FC: Damiano David

Appearance: Dark hair, brown(occasionally red) eyes, pale skin, several tattoos, 5'11", medium build. Usually wears a leather motorcycle jacket that he’s had since the ‘40s with several pins, patches, and enchantments on it(functions as +1 armor and a Cloak of the Bat), as well as ripped jeans, black biker boots, a studded black belt, several rings, bracelets, wristbands, tied handkerchiefs, and occasionally chokers. Also tends to wear eyeliner and smudged black eyeshadow.

Personality: Snarky, self-serving, a bit of a coward but for very good reason, flirtatious, clever, sharp wit, devoted to Hades and Persephone, cares deeply for humans but pretends he doesn’t, refuses to leave his humanity behind, deeply loyal, family is incredibly important to him, highly charismatic, somewhat socially awkward, high anxiety.

Powers/Abilities: doesn’t age, can walk on walls and ceilings, can cast healing and necromantic spells given to him by his gods, inhumanly fast and agile, vampiric bite, can transform into a bat because of an enchanted pin he always wears, will become a full vampire once he finally kills a human, immune to disease, talented cook, fashion designer, musician, and seamstress.

Weaknesses: Mortality, emotional manipulation

Mental Health: PTSD, anxiety, depression

Likes: Cooking for his partner, pomegranates, designing and making his own clothes, flirting, singing, dancing, guitar, bats, black cats, traveling the world, D&D.

Dislikes: Guns, fireworks, rich assholes, being used and manipulated, small spaces, fascists, bigots, most vampires.

Languages: Italian, Latin, Greek, English

Background:

Fausto Damiano was a soldier on the wrong side of a war that had no right side. A field medic with no love for violence and an outright hatred for those who used it to gain power over others, he did his best to help his fellow soldiers after getting drafted, but he could not find it within himself to truly believe in the cause they were fighting for. It wasn’t long before he made a plan to desert. His escape from the battlefield was nearly flawless; no one noticed him slinking away amidst the chaos and bloodshed, and he made it out unscathed.

He spent the next year hopping from town to town, village to village, stealing whatever he had to in order to survive and romancing every beautiful, naïve young lady he came across. He enjoyed the freedom he’d earned for himself without a care for what it might have cost others. However, in time, there was a girl he met who managed to catch more than just his eye. She was the daughter of a nobleman, already betrothed to marry another of her station, but she was far too good for that. To Fausto, she was every bit as radiant as Juliet was to Romeo, though she was equally as cunning as she was beautiful. As these stories are wont to turn out, she gripped his heart and became his downfall. He began to court her in secret, walking the streets by moonlight and sharing stolen kisses and secrets. It only took a month for Fausto to propose, and after careful consideration, she accepted…on one condition. The man to whom she had been betrothed had a mysterious yet incredibly wealthy benefactor who was rumored to be in possession of a very powerful amulet. She so coveted it, stating that it would make her happier than any engagement ring.

Naturally, Fausto set out to steal it for her, using all of his wile and guile to infiltrate the ancient mansion of the benefactor. He’d managed to get the amulet in hand when he was finally caught, though the fate that befell him was much worse, in his mind, than any prison sentence or death penalty. The benefactor and owner of the mansion was deceptively youthful and beautiful, appearing to only be a decade older than him at the most. Rather than calling for guards or law enforcement, the man gave him a crooked and disarming smile that made him question a lot of things about himself, then politely informed Fausto that his lady love had tricked the boy in order to make good on a deal they’d made. He then explained that he was a Vampire Lord by the name of Count Mortimer Ambrose, and that he desired to turn Fausto rather than kill him because of his inhuman beauty. Fausto tried to run, almost refusing to believe any of it, but the Count caught him easily, seducing and bedding him before feasting on his blood and transforming him into a vampire. A part of him died that night that he thought could never be reborn.

The half-century that followed was miserable for Fausto. He tried several times to escape, but was never successful, even after the Count moved his coven to America following the end of the Second World War. Forced to comply and watch as countless innocents were slaughtered by his coven, he eventually concluded that it would be best for him to simply play his part until the perfect opportunity finally came along. He devoted himself to learning magic in the meantime, leaning on the guidance of Hades and Persephone to aid him and give him at least some shred of hope.

Finally, on Halloween of 1985, Fausto managed to manipulate a group of college kids who were dared to stay the night in the manor into helping him escape, framing it as him helping them to survive his Maker’s dark machinations and escape with their lives. The group fought hard, having raided the armory with Fausto’s help, and the desperate Dhampir took the opportunity to extricate himself from the manor amongst them before disappearing into the night. He’s spent the last few decades roaming up and down the Eastern Seaboard, staying in certain places long enough to either grab a quick meal and a bit of a rest or blend in and lay low. New York is by far his favorite haunt.

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[mortemhq]

MERLIN’S BEARD, SINEM SEFIK (AFRA SARACOGLU), IS THAT YOU?  it’s been so long – i thought you might’ve been dead! i mean, you never know in times like these. well, it’s good to have you back in the fight. come on now, there’s no time to waste – we need you to re-enter the fray within the next 48 hours, or else i fear all might be lost. don’t let us down – the world is counting on you.

[ she/her, cis woman ] greetings to all of our listeners! we start today’s potterwatch with a long-awaited update on sinem sefik who was finally spotted alive just last night, wandering the streets of london. for those of you who haven’t tuned in before, they are a 26 year old half-blood (¼ veela) witch who is oddly reminiscent of piles of untouched love letters sent by various admirers; a private greenhouse full of venomous tentacula; sighing dreamily while writing "killing and violence" with little hearts above the i's; wearing a pearl choker with every outfit — you hold it dear as it belonged to your mother; specially crafted pomegranate lip gloss that doubles as a poison, which makes sense considering their captivating, kittenish, passionate, gossiper, debauched, and cruel nature. you might know of them as the biological child of kivanç and esila sefik, and we’re sure that their family will be relieved to hear they’re safe and sound — or at least as much as you can be, in times like this. to all our listeners, if you catch a glimpse of someone who looks a bit like that muggle afra saraçoğlu, that’s them. before approaching, please be aware that they’re rumored to be affiliated with the death eaters, so best proceed with caution. these are dangerous times we’re living in. well, thanks for tuning in, folks. we’ll play ourselves out with murder party by not the main characters. [ kier ]