#rhunae

[crimsonsairina]

I lovelovelovelove this so much, the feels, omg! Thank you so much! 😍 😍 😍

(Yes, I’m writing a fanfiction about these two, will start posting once it’s finished.)

This was a commission for the lovely Snippets on Twitter X for her just as lovely OC, Trudi, and the ever handsome Brynjolf.

(Rendered in DAZ 3D | Edited in Gimp2 | Commissions open | Patreon available)

[mandalorian-chiara]

Gracie Abrams wrote Risk for Io and Edei and I AM RIGHT

(Yes this is your sign to read Threads That Bind by Kika Hatzopoulou, I’m looking at you Percy Jackson and AGGTM fans)

[maxiwaxipads]

Tuxam Who Visits Bad Badtz-Maru Kingdom! (2/?)

Asphalt timbers the landscape and people decorate the buildings. The wind roams across the city, and the light illuminates below and above.

Badobarm - “It’s a bit crowded than I thought.”

His eyes—the one in black, dwindled across the back-and-forth people’s ravine as it splurged to life’s motion. Stuck in a little gap called an alleyway, he turned to the person beside his left—letting out his hand.

Tuxam - “Badobarm?”

Badobarm - “The crowd here… It’s a bit... Well,—crowded. I’m worry you’ll get lost.”

Tuxam smiled momentarily, as if to comfort Badobarm.

Tuxam - “I’ll be fine. So I’ll stick closely to void your worries.”

Badobarm—gestured forward as they became joint with the walkers. Sound was visualized and noise becoming one with consumption—colored connected and ill-defined. They walked and walked. Veered to the shoes meeting the ground—the bright cheers of advertisers in proclamation. It smelled of fresh product and the grease of good food.

Badobarm - “Hm… Is there anything you want—Tuxam?” “There’s food—but we already ate. There’s toys. Furniture. Clothes. Anything and I’ll get it for you, since it is your day.”

(Badobarm, who waits for a response) (Soon turns around, to not find him)

Badobarm - “…Tuxam?” “Oi, Tuxam! Don’t tell… (Sigh). I didn’t think I’d lose that guy so easily to a crowd…”

Badobarm - “TUUUXAAMMM!” “…I looked down too… I don’t see a flat-as-a-pancake Tuxam sprawled on the floor…”

His shoulders relaxed, as Badobarm closed his eyes. He finished taking a deep breath. Scrouging himself to look up towards the sky, before clasping his hands into a megaphone—

Badobarm - “TUUUUUXXAAAAMMMM!!!”

Echoing. And echoing. Some glanced with confused looks or continued their very way. He repeated this a few times, before pushing across the crowd to see a blue dot in the corner of his eyes. Focusing. Interacting with a shirt in hand, he gouged it with a pair of sticks. Next to him, were a few stacked shirts and plastic bags full of who-knows and whatevers. Pushing through the crowd, as he came forward to him. Tuxam.

Badobarm - “…There you are!”

(But the person he called towards was too distracted…) (He crouched down… Waving his hand towards his face, but he was too into the groove… Disastrous indeed…!?) (You can hear Tuxam mumbling to himself)

Tuxam - “…Ideally the design should be simplified but still recognizable to Lord Sam’s size and shape…”

Tuxam - “…It must express both his handsomeness and his cuteness… That is a must-have.”

Tuxam - “…I should see if there’s any cheaper fabric and thread here…” “…It would be a waste if I used my own…”

Tuxam - “…I should also prepare photocopies of my lord as well—to an artist, I’m sure a reference would be of help…”

(Looking towards the side of the knight who was strangely fixated on fixing a shirt… No. Multiple shirts.) (Plastic bags full of yarn, thread, and bootleg tuxedo sam merchandise) (Badobarm took a small plushie, and in “immaculate” imitation…)

“Tuxedo Sam” - “Tuxam! Tuxam! Look over here! I turned thiiiisssss small!”

(The knight, who was fixated on knitting a shirt, finally looked up in surprise)

Tuxam - “…My lord!? How could—”

(He noticed it was only a plushie, but managed to finish his sentence.)

Tuxam - “—you turn this small.”

(He finally noticed Badobarm, crouching down to his level while holding a small tuxedo sam plushie to his face)

Tuxam - “It’s not a good idea to impersonate a lord.”

Badobarm - “It wasn’t my intention, but—I had to get your attention somehow. And I did just that, right?”

(Badobarm placed the plushie back onto the bench, before standing up)  (Looking down to the knight, who awaited to see what he would say)

Badobarm - “Now, what are you doing here?”

Tuxam - “There’s nothing more blasphemous than an incorrect depiction of his handsomeness and cuteness, Lord Sam.”

Tuxam - “In my moment of looking around and admiring the architecture, I spotted the likeness of my lord in one of the—no in multiple shops.”

Tuxam - “As his Knight of Fragaria, it is only my right to do this.” “And I took the challenge of creating designs that could honorably express the image of Lordd Sam”

Badobarm - “Uh-huh.”

Badobarm - “Tuxam.”

(Taking off the hat Tuxam wore, Badobarm delivers a karate chip straight towards his head. It didn’t hurt, but the action was certainly noticeable.)

Tuxam - “Eh…!?”

(Tuxam held the top of his head, in surprise as he watched to see what action Badobarm would take.)

Badobarm - “When I called you out, and suddenly you weren’t there—I thought you got squished by the crowd and flatten yourself into a pancake?!”

Badobarm - “So, Tuxam. Make it an effort to tell me if you see something interesting, okay? We’re both together and spending our time together.”

Badobarm - “But after talking…” “Take this.”

(Badobarm forehead flicks Tuxam.)

Badobarm - “…And this! A personification of my anger.”

(He delivers his final blow…!? A forehead flick…!?)

Tuxam - “…My apologies, Badobarm. I didn’t meant to worry you in that way.”

Badobarm - “I didn’t think you’d be in any danger… But it did worry me when you suddenly vanished like that.”

Tuxam - “Sorry…”

Badobarm - “Take it to heart, will you?”

Tuxam - “I will…”

Tuxam - “But Badobarm, my visor, could I have it back?”

(Badobarm looks at the hat within his hands within a moment, before putting it directly back on Tuxam’s head)

Tuxam - “Thank you.”

(Tuxam readjusts to its position) (Badobarm eyes the bench—a few shirts in a distinct blue color are stacked and seemingly differentiated between each other) (Next to it a single plastic bag stuffed to the brim with Tuxedo Sam merchandise as a ball of yarn spills from it, with the end attached to a pair of knitting needles)

Badobarm - “Could I have a look at that?”

Tuxam - “I don’t see why not.”

Tuxam - “As you can observe, I differentiated the two between what I haven’t fixed and the fixed.”

Tuxam - “It is… Technically meant to be a depiction of my lord, Tuxedo Sam.” “Albeit, a bit poor in taste for my liking.”

Tuxam - “That reminds me! Badobarm, could you—”

Badobarm - “Before you finish with what you have to say…”

Badobarm - “I keep a very delicate line between separating work life with my personal life. If you have something to say, I want you to write a letter to me, ‘kay?”

Tuxam - “…Oh! I’ll keep that in mind then.”

Badobarm - “Good.” “But I’ll carry that for you, if you don’t mind.”

Tuxam - “Ah. You don’t have to do that.”

(Tuxam who takes off his hat.) (And like a magician… He takes the items on the bench and stuffs it within the hat.) (Badobarm blinks a few times.) (He blinks another time—and before he knows it, the continents that once lounged on that same bench is gone.) (Tuxam, who already has hit hat fitted onto him before Badobarm knew it.)

Tuxam - “There.”

Tuxam - “I apologies for wasting valuable time.”

Badobarm - “No—No worries. It’s best if we get going, yeah?”

(Tuxam nods in agreement, and the two of them walk together…) (Badobarm recalls the moment when he managed to take Tuxam’s hat… Wonderstruck if there was a bigger void than he had realized.) (Empathize setting and Badobarm getting lost in thoughts) (Things starting to blur and swirl like getting knocked out, the conscience of a thousand pitter patter of footsteps and the sound of the city becoming noise to the incoherent trace of mind) (something something) (Tuxam - “A gentleman should also be prepared to store his belongings.”) (That’s what he imagined.) (The figment of what a Tuxam might had said if he asked.)

Badobarm - “(What else is a gentleman…?)”

(BWAMH! Badobarm stumbles, as he reclaims his footing.) (In front of him, a convenient pole.)

Tuxam - “B—Badobarm!”

Badobarm - “Huh—What…?!”

Tuxam - “…Be a bit more careful with where you’re a walking.”

Badobarm - “Right…!”

Tuxam - “You’re okay? It doesn’t hurt?”

Badobarm - “Yes. I’m fine. Let’s just continue—”

Thus Ends The Story... (so i can brutally battle myself to the death because the reign of writer's block will soon come never...)

To summarize my problem, “I overheated my brain, and my idiocy couldn’t take it!” (And I want to have fun, not have a headache like right now </3)

Story Concepts I Wanted To Explore

The Crownmaker’s Festival revolves around the local folktale about a king who holds a contest to make a crown suitable for his royal-ness. In exchange, the winner will be granted a wish of their choice. Despite all the elaborate crowns presented to the king, a humble flower wreath wins. The person who won asked to become king for a day. 

The flowers that the participant used are known as “Bird’s Wreath." (further notes below)

The idea behind the “Crownmaker’s Festival” is to explore Badobarm’s dream to become king and whatever that entails? I find Badobarm who would rather prove himself than be dependent on a wish to grant him what he wants. (<- and writing this little in a paragraph about this character makes me want to write essays length about what his character could be like)

i remember went to a derail trying to write this...

I tried to write or outline a concrete setting.

So I started with what the atmosphere of Bad Badtz-Maru Kingdom could look like and maybe what Badobarm's house could also be. (I should have written notable landmarks instead, why am I reflecting on this now at this time...!?)

And then I came to the conclusion: "I need to make a map in order to better visualize the setting." And then I got in the process of worldbuilding (nothing complex, more like writing a few good ideas down). And then I made the map. And then I thought it would be cool if the world of Fragaria was strawberry-shaped.

i blanked out during that. i snapped out of it and realized I spent 4 hours doing most of this in this order. time goes really fast...

[teacupchimera]

@lylahammar hi I was the anon from earlier and here is my lady dwarf! I hope you like her :D

her name is rhuna gold-hewn (I headcanon that blonde dwarves aren't very common for some reason, thus the nickname) and I love her <3

[notsopersonalcharlie]

bringing this back because i devoured the sequel. Hearts That Cut takes everything amazing that was threads that bind and not only wrote a dramatic story of adventure and mystery but created a sense of hope weaved throughout. i once again can not recommend this duology enough

everyone go read Threads that Bind by Kika Hatzopoulou. not only is it a beautifully crafted true crime mystery story that includes Greek mythology and the ins and outs of childhood, sisterhood, and found family, but it is also so well written from an LGBTQ perspective because these people just exist. you don’t even find out a character is trans until we’ll over halfway through the book and there is no over explaining just a mention of deadnaming without doing it. i can stress enough the fact that this book drew me in and i can not wait for another one to come out

[shanaraharlyah]

WIP Whenever

I was tagged by @cleverblackcat this week to share something I'm working on. Thank you, my friend!

This is the hiddenline wireframe view of a simple scene I've been working on in the downtime between the six fanarts (still doing them and hoped to have another finished, but migraine took me out last night/this morning x.x). Hellendil loves thestrals, so I really wanted to render him with one. Maybe I'll do another later that isn't as similar to my Baerith and snowlion render, but Hellendil does go to it for comfort.

Tagging @oxygenforthewicked, @kemvee, @iredara, @pookydraws, @rhunae, @raflesia65, @fantasy-art-room and anyone else who sees this and wants to share! And, as always, no pressure!

[yetanothercomicbook]

Siege in Superspace

Star Trek #22

Dense with detail.

"The Enterprise has passed through a black hole ... and lies stranded in superspace. Dr. McCoy, Lt. Uhura and myself have been escorted to Caeminion, now besieged by an army of vegetable-metalloid monsters..."

Both the science and the plotting is highly dubious in this one. Nothing that happens to the Enterprise makes much sense. Other than serving as bookends to the adventure, the black hole scenes add nothing.

The adventure itself concerns ridiculous-looking Vegetable Men attacking pacifists. Their desire to avoid using weapons is one of the better elements of the story. But the coincidental significance of the bracelet worn by Rhuna (the woman Kirk is with) is silly.

On Sale Date: November 15, 1973.

Gerry Boudreau (1 of 2).

Alberto Giolitti (20 of 33).

5/10

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🦇 Threads That Bind Book Review 🦇

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

❝ The firstborn was the spinner, who could weave new threads. The second was the drawer; she could elongate or shorten a thread, intensifying or weakening the corresponding feeling. And the youngest was the cutter, able to cut whatever thread she desired, even life threads. ❞

❝ There is violence in kindness, and kindness in violence. ❞

❝ "I think the people we love can be cruel. Our love doesn't absolve them. Nor should it. ❞

❓ #QOTD Do you believe in fate? What Greek deity is your favorite? ❓ 🦇 Io Ora is the youngest of three sisters, each a descendant of the Fates: one to weave, one to draw, and one to cut the threads that connect people to the things they love and to life itself. When she learns someone is abducting women, cleaving their life threads, and setting them loose as wraiths to exact revenge, Io puts her skills as a private investigator to work. The half-sunken city of Alante is filled with descendants of the Greek gods, leaving Io with a long list of powerful suspects. Can she work alongside Edei Rhuna, the boy she shares a fate-thread with, to unveil secrets in the darkest corners of Alante?

💜 Oh. My. Goddess. I've struggled for two days to put my thoughts to page. This book hangover is going to haunt me for a MONTH. Kika Hatzopoulou wove a spell-binding world inspired by Greek mythology, lore, and above all else, sisterhood. Every thin thread (pun intended) Io follows connects to another; no page is wasted, no detail unnecessary. This captivating tale of family betrayal, fate, political power, and societal inequality snares readers from Io's first page and keeps them enthralled to the bitter end. Hatzopoulou uses her well-developed characters, vivid world-building, and carefully plotted murder to give us so much more than a mythology retelling or mystery. This fast-paced YA novel features an innovative culture and history unlike anything we've seen in mythology-inspired masterpieces before it. As someone who wrote her own mystery and mythology retelling in the past, I can only hope to reach Hatzopoulou's level. Io is a real, raw protagonist with faults and scars, making her all more realistic even in such a magical setting.

🦇 Despite having annotated this book more than any other in the past year, I do think there's room for growth in Hatzopoulou's prose. A certain amount of poetic prose would contribute to the mythical magic of Hatzopoulou's world, captivating readers even more. I know I'm nitpicking, but a few word choice changes could have made all the difference. This is a stunning debut, though, and a fantasy novel you CAN'T miss this year. My only other issue was the antagonist's reveal. We're given the mastermind's name, but when they walk into the room, Io skims them from the floor up, then names them again. Removing the antagonist's name and focusing on the description (showing, rather than telling) would have made for a stronger reveal. There are a few pages where Io's narration runs in circles, repeating details as she works to solve the mystery. Repeating certain details ensures readers are on track, piecing together the clues as Io does, but there's more than one occurrence when it's unnecessary. Beyond that, this is a powerful debut with the potential for a wow-worthy sequel or series.

🦇 Recommended to fans of Lore, Song of Achilles, or any mythology retelling. An engaging read for fans of Sherlock Holmes or Nancy Drew who love unraveling a good mystery.

🧵 Greek Mythology 🪡 Soulmates ✂️ Murder Mystery 🪡 Sisterhood 🧵 Prejudice / Equality / Social Change

🦇 Major thanks to the author and publisher for providing an ARC of this book via Netgalley. 🥰 This does not affect my opinion regarding the book.

[chicoryblue]

Famously known for their intimidating (for the hatchlings at least) rendition of the Rhyme King, the primary antagonist in the show Cinder and the Endless Winter. Outside of his role, Rhuna is a, uh... pretty chill guy. Gregarious and supportive in his own quiet way, they're the backbone of their little acting troupe.

[mydarlinginej]

read my full review of threads that bind by kika hatzopoulou here.

In a world where the children of the gods inherit their powers, a descendant of the Greek Fates must solve a series of impossible murders to save her sisters, her soulmate, and her city.

Descendants of the Fates are always born in threes: one to weave, one to draw, and one to cut the threads that connect people to the things they love and to life itself. The Ora sisters are no exception. Io, the youngest, uses her Fate-born abilities as a private investigator in the half-sunken city of Alante.

But her latest job leads her to a horrific discovery: somebody is abducting women, maiming their life-threads, and setting the resulting wraiths loose in the city to kill. To find the culprit, she must work alongside Edei Rhuna, the right hand of the infamous Mob Queen—and the boy with whom she shares a rare fate-thread linking them as soul mates before they’ve even met.

But the investigation turns personal when Io’s estranged oldest sister turns up on the arm of her best suspect. Amid unveiled secrets from her past and her growing feelings for Edei, Io must follow clues through the city’s darkest corners and unearth a conspiracy that involves some of the city’s most powerful players—before destruction comes to her own doorstep.

my review:

Much like everyone else, I’m a big fan of Greek mythology-inspired books, so when I first read the summary for this book, I knew I had to read it! The worldbuilding sounded really interesting, and I’m a sucker for the soulmates trope. In Threads That Bind, a descendant of the Three Fates must solve a deadly mystery alongside her fated soulmate.

Io Ora is a fate cutter; she and her two sisters are descendants of the Three Fates, with each of them inheriting the gods’ powers. She uses her powers to hunt down people for her job as a private investigator. One day when she’s on a job, she encounters a woman whose life thread is severed yet is alive—which shouldn’t be possible. From there, she is roped into investigating this mystery by Bianca, the mob queen who runs the Silts. She sends along Edei, her second-in-command and coincidentally Io’s soulmate that she’s avoided for her entire life, to aid in uncovering the mystery. As Io and Edei follow different leads, they come closer and closer to uncovering a deadly conspiracy.

The worldbuilding was very interesting. It took a little for me to get into it, but then once I was more immersed in it, I understood everything a lot more. In this world, descendants of different gods—not just Greek, but also from other regions, like Egypt—inherit some of their powers. The caveat is that this is only true of gods with siblings; the descendants also similarly have the same number of siblings, and each person inherits one god’s power.

read my full review here.

[rhunae]

Nevermind that "Rook" was the Hero of Fereldan, that was 20 years ago, the more recent 'transgression' wasn't so much for not listening to an order, but the First Warden wants to do something truly heroic before he answers the Call. Rhue thwarted that.

She was there at the right time, right place, while he was too busy fluffing his feathers miles away.

He got to his position from politics, easily bribed from wealthy donors, and rubbing elbows with the elite.

She has the scars from getting things done.

Being the Hero of Fereldan, she isn't afraid to speak her mind. Many of her fellow wardens respect her for defeating the Archdemon.

Her insubordination galls him. It pricks his jealousy any time another report crosses his desk of her heroics. He thought to prick her pride by demoting her.

A rank she really doesn't give a shit about. She knows her capabilities.

She also not afraid to tell even her higher rank commanders, including the First Warden, where to go and how to do it.

She could have gotten out of being dragged to a Grey Warden prison (more then the dialogue tree allowed), but the save by a certain Tevinter Magister was a nice entrance.

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 3/5

Book Blurb: In a world where the children of the gods inherit their powers, a descendant of the Greek Fates must solve a series of impossible murders to save her sisters, her soulmate, and her city. Descendants of the Fates are always born in threes: one to weave, one to draw, and one to cut the threads that connect people to the things they love and to life itself. The Ora sisters are no exception. Io, the youngest, uses her Fate-born abilities as a private investigator in the half-sunken city of Alante. But her latest job leads her to a horrific discovery: somebody is abducting women, maiming their life-threads, and setting the resulting wraiths loose in the city to kill. To find the culprit, she must work alongside Edei Rhuna, the right hand of the infamous Mob Queen—and the boy with whom she shares a rare fate-thread linking them as soul mates before they’ve even met. The investigation turns personal when Io's estranged oldest sister shows up on the arm of her best suspect. Amid unveiled secrets from her past and her growing feelings for Edei, Io must follow clues through the city’s darkest corners and unearth a conspiracy that involves some of the city’s most powerful players before destruction comes to her own doorstep.

Review:

in a world where children of the gods inherit their powers, a descendant of the Greek fates finds herself trying to solve a series of impossible murders in order to save her sisters, her soulmate, and her city. Io is the youngest sister of three, she is a descendant of the Fates, and she is a cutter. She cuts the threads that connect people to things they love and to life itself. Io has always wanted to find her soulmate, the one true love thread that connects them... yet when she discovers he already has a girlfriend she is determined to never think of him again, to the point of considering severing the thread. Io’s job means she is a P.I. essentially, she watches people and cuts threads for her clients. Yet on her latest job she is attacked by a wraith, and soon she finds herself being forced to work alongside her soulmate... Edei Rhuna, the right hand of the infamous Mob Queen, and the very boy who shares her fate thread. Io tries to keep things professional as possible with Edei since he has a girlfriend but she can’t help feeling more for him. The investigation gets even more personal when her eldest sister returns home after two years on the arms of the prime suspect in her investigation. Soon Io finds herself in the middle of a dark conspiracy and a dangerous game of the gods, who can she trust and who is really behind all the deaths? To complicate things her feelings for Edei are growing and if Io doesn’t get a handle on things everything will fall apart. With betrayals on the horizon and hearts about to break. can Io save everyone she loves before it’s too late? This one had an interesting start but kind of fell flat for me. I was really interested in the premise and I do enjoy a good murder mystery, but I found the story itself to feel a bit anticlimactic. I didn’t really care for the relationship and angst between Io and Edei and honestly would have preferred if she cut the thread and just moved on and focused on the mystery and family drama. Edei didn’t really give me much as a love interest. I am interested to see where the next book goes with the mystery and how everything goes for Io after the ending of this book. Overall if you are interested in young adult fantasy stories with mystery and contemporary settings give it a go.

*SPOILER*

Io found out that the person orchestrating this was her eldest sister who was working under the gods. They had turned Bianca ( queen of the mob) into a wraith, and Ava (io’s youngest sister and Bianca’s girlfriend) betrayed them. Io is prophecized to destroy the entire world. Edei and Io acknowledge that they both know about their thread and Edei says he doesn’t want to follow the thread and that what is between them could be only because of the thread and he wants the choice. Yet they part ways after he is injured and he says he’ll find her when he’s better (? seriously dude ) Io and Bianca strike up a deal to investigate and fight and take down the gods together to get revenge. 

*Thanks Netgalley and PENGUIN GROUP Penguin Young Readers Group, Razorbill for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[quotidian-quotes]

"Oh, come off it," Io said. "Cheering on teenage romances is a balm to the tormented soul." "I remember," Edei said, voice lilted with humor, "a certain very grand declaration of love that teenage Bianca commemorated with a poem-" "You shut your mouth, Edei Rhuna," Bianca snapped. "Please, don't, Edei Rhuna," Io countered. She leaned across Bianca to widen her eyes at him. "You were saying something about a poem?" "Oh, yes. A love poem. It actually won a newspaper award, I believe... "There are public copies of it?" Io's voice was hued with exuberant thrill. "Oh, yes," Edei repeated. "If someone very thorough looks into the Alantian news records of eighteen years ago, they might even find it." "The moment we're back in Alante, I'm going hunting for it," Io said. "'l'll help," Edei offered. "The mob queen's first foray into romantic poetry is bound to be a riveting read." A nearly hysterical giggle escaped lo's nose, the sound undistorted even by the mask. "Yeah, yeah, you're both hil-arious," Bianca said dryly. But she was, amazingly, smiling, and staying in place between them."

Kika Hatzopoulou, Hearts that Cut

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[shanaraharlyah]

Thank you so much for the tag for this picrew @valyrra! 😘

I'll tag @rhunae @sallowslytherin @charmedcleric @raflesia65 and anyone else who wants to share their OCs! ☺️

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Starting off with my boys, Sarovanya the warrior/fighter and his baby brother Hellendil magician/sorcerer.

Then we have Tarwen the ranger and Ysmeria the cleric.