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[sorakazeno]

SM Villains Week Day 2

Scene is from a future arc in Chaos Theory. I'm not sure if is the second arc or the third...

Are you ready to learn more about the purple haired lady? Lets start with learning her name.

@smvillainsweek

Next short will be posted on Thursday, October 10th.

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[autisticabbey]

My customized Pallas and Diamond Moon St. Patrick's day and Charon mesh laundry bags, folding laundry baskets, and reusable movie cups Saturn bath towels set, and my DIY Saturn puzzle piece socks and Charon puzzle piece T shirt and designer sneakers.

[nidusphryke]

psychopomp

[niko-sasaki-dbd]

A detail I love about Episode 4, is the symbol that appears in the music ball Charles finds and the meaning it has when it comes to his own story.

The relief in the ball, is a lyre, Orpheus' symbol. It was the musical instrument that he received as a gift from the god Apollo, who was considered his father in some versions of the original myth.

Note: In The Sandman Universe, Morpheus and the Muse Calliope are Orpheus' parents.

CHARLES: I found one of those at a maritime museum once. The Case of the Drowned Diver, wasn't it, Edwin? Superstitious sailors would use them to calm the seas.

Orpheus was well known as a talented musician; his music could intrigue people's minds with supernatural ideas and had the power to broaden their thinking to new and unusual theories.

When he joined the expedition of the Argonauts, he saved them from the Sirens' music by playing his own, more powerful and beautiful melodies. Later, it was also his music that allowed Jason to accomplish the purpose of his journey.

It makes sense that sailors used his symbol on an object designed to calm the seas and guarantee their safety while navigating.

When it comes to Charles, in particular, the way he ends up using the music ball (in the absence of a more technical name for that object) is both literal and metaphorical.

On one hand, he uses the music ball to put Angie, a sea monster, to sleep, thereby solving the case of The Lighthouse Leapers. On the other hand, he uses the instrument to save Edwin and himself from The Night Nurse—not just by literally pushing her into Angie's mouth with the ball in her hands, but by causing her to meet Kashina. This meeting prompts her to remember Kashi's words later, when Charles tried to save Edwin from returning to hell by pointing out it was a mistake, and again when he asked her to open a portal to hell so he could bring Edwin back.

In Orpheus' story, when Eurydice died from a snakebite, he charmed the ferryman Charon and Cerberus, the guardians of the River Styx, by playing the lyre and singing. By doing so, he also softened the hearts of Hades and Persephone, which gave him the chance to bring Eurydice back to the world of the living.

It's curious that the lyre symbolizes the power of persuasion for Orpheus, as this is a quality in which Charles takes great pride (he is indeed very convincing). Still, I hope that's where the coincidences end.

That's all for now. To everyone who knows about Orpheus' myth and the different versions of his story, I apologize for not quoting specific authors here.

[facts-i-just-made-up]

Facts about Greek Myths?

There are a great many figures in Greek myth and they can be hard to keep track of, so here is a quick guide to which is which:

Ajax- Warrior who invented detergent.

Antigone- Funeral enthusiast who invented civil disobedience.

Atlas- First winner of the Olympic strong titan competition.

Bellerophon- Plot point in Mission Impossible 2.

Cerberus- 7 headed dog tragically born with only 3 heads.

Charon- Lead rower for Styx.

Cratus- God of strength, but not THAT god of strength.

Cyclops- Inventor of the monocle.

Daedalus- Inventor of the Labyrinth, and thus of David Bowie.

Dionysus- Drank 24/7 but very responsibly never drove.

Eris- Goddess of fighting with each other.

Eros- God of doing something else with each other.

Euronymous- God of Mayhem.

Fates- Least creatively named destiny gods ever.

Hera- Goddess of marriage yet only Zeus's third wife.

Hylia- Goddess of triangles and disjointed timelines.

Icarus- God of disappointing ones father.

Io- Space captain and epic 3D short film, still not on blu-ray.

Jocasta- Originator of Jo Mama jokes, mother of Oedipus.

Leda- Swan enthusiast and feathery-fandom originator.

Medea- Even worse mom than Jocasta.

Medusa- Inventor of reptile-safe shampoo.

Megaclite- LOL her name is "Megaclite." Pronounced like "Clitty."

Narcissus- Basically Trump.

Odysseus- Sailor who refused to ask for directions.

Orpheus- Inventor of impatiently checking the download bar.

Ouranos- Spelling that could've avoided a lot of planet butt jokes.

Pallas- Inventor of weird looking cats.

Persephone- Pomegranate fan, looked like Monica Bellucci.

Prometheus- Stupid fucking movie, especially for using some of H.R. Giger's original designs then putting them up next to a fucking plain white squid. Also let's make the space jockey a tall guy in a suit. How did Scott think that was a good idea? Fuck that shit and double fuck Covenant for somehow doing even fucking worse.

Rhode- Sea nymph yet not technically an island.

Siren- Inverse groupie.

Sisyphus- Limp Biscuit fan who never stopped rolling.

Tantalus- I'll tell you in a minute...

Thanatos- God of dying as easily as snapping your fingers.

Zeus- When the earth was still flat and the clouds made of fire, and mountains stretched up to the sky, sometimes higher- Folks roamed the earth like big rolling kegs. They had two sets of arms, they had two sets of legs. They had two faces peering out of one giant head so they could watch all around them as they talked and they read. And they never knew nothing of love. It was before the origin of love. There were three sexes then: One that looked like two men glued up back to back, called the children of the sun. Similar in shape and girth were the children of the earth. They looked like two girls rolled up in one. The children of the moon were like a fork shoved on a spoon, they were part sun, part earth- Part daughter, part son. Now the gods grew quite scared of our strength and defiance and Thor said, "I'm gonna kill them all with my hammer, like I killed the giants." And Zeus said, "No, you better let me use my lightening like scissors, like I cut the legs off the whales, and dinosaurs into lizards." Then he grabbed up some bolts and he let out a laugh, and said, "I'll split them right down the middle. Gonna cut them right up in half." And then storm clouds gathered above into great balls of fire, and fire shot down from the sky in bolts like shining blades of a knife and it ripped right through the flesh of the children of the sun and the moon and the earth. If you want the rest, see Hedwig and the Angry Inch cuz this is taking way longer to type than I expected.

[siyapara]

Can do the dwarf planets design in full view? (With the oficial clothes)

Yeah 😏😏😏

But beofer Sorry for ingnore you 😭😭 I wanna like this surprises lol

ALSO THEY ARE HUMANIZED DESING THE PLANETHUMANS DESING ARE LIKE THIS

PLUTO/PLUTÓN

And I explain my desing

He is peruvian for a joke, normally the Pluto desing have the funny hat which looks like Peruvian hat

He have vitiligo, I like this, THIS aesthetic for me

He is missing his right arm and part of his left forearm

Him use Prothesis arm in her left arm

It’s a just a stupid headcanon from my head

He is unlabeled, unlabeled is a person what they decide not to label her gender and sexuality

Make Make

He has vitiligo too, at first I see he white people BUT I have seen that apparently it is popular to do it with dark skin, so I wanted to combine those 2 ideas and I did it with vitiligo

He has polycoria + colombaeyes look it up google

He is a Bunny

He used the legs reinforced, him doesn’t walk good

The pins, The first pin is her symbol, the second pin is the asexual falg, the third pin is a Demi-boy flag and the fourth pin is a dwarf planet Make Make

CERES

My headcanon is that Ceres is a just poor children, her closest is a bag trash, he is autistic and blah, blah, blah

CHARON/CARONTE

She isn’t a Dwarf Planet But we are going to tell her

She is a ex-sailor for the Charon in the mythology is a the sailor you give him a coin and blah, blah, blah

for this she like a pirate

She is fat for the joke the Pluto callings her like “fat”

The tape is the queer gender flag

She has the miss eye, leg and hand

She has vitiligo too (I love vitiligo)

She has a wart on his nose and with hair 🫢

HAUMEA

He ate for stress

He is trans male for the old joke from tumblr

The rings now are a hat

They use crutches

THE FATTEST

he burned his face :(

he/they

ERIS (the princess)

My opinion her is a agender or demi-girl

and she doesn’t like her boobs and see like female, for this she took off her boobs

any/all BUT prefer She/her

She is a DISASTER a BIGGEST DISASTER

he is a demon 😈 😈😈

It uses her pijama and a sack on top

they have tatuaje

SUPER CHUBBY

PROTHESIS LEGS!!!

BONUS

TRITON

The children decorated her closet 😭😭😭

He uses prosthesis legs

He is unlabeled too

He has vitiligo too and he ashamed for this 🙁

He has Long hair and piercing :^

AHHH FINALLY FINISHED THEIR DESINGS!!!!

What opinions for my desing :D??? I LOVE THEM they are cutes :333

Your can eat my kids 🙂‍↕️

I go to sleep I Super Tired 😪

[silvermoon424]

The Outer Senshi's castles in Sailor Moon Cosmos. They definitely were done justice!

Uranus: Miranda Castle Neptune: Triton Castle Pluto: Charon Castle

[devilray-art]

Seabird, fly home

Apparently gulls are believed to be, or at least carry, the souls of dead sailors. It made me think of Charon, the ferryman of the underworld and the idea spiraled from there.

[bluestarlett]

Chonny’s Charming Cosmic Confluence; Tridental Regicide AU INFO POST

WARNING; This post will contain a lot of spoilers for the canon Cosmic AU lore! If you haven’t read/finished it yet and don’t want spoilers I suggest waiting to read this.

since someone (@peachphernalia) asked me so politely to tell sun more about this AU, here is a big post explaining it!

Now, I’ve called it a swap/evil AU a handful of times but technically it is neither of those things. I wouldn’t consider it a swap AU because the cast doesn’t completely swap positions or traits with their contrasting character! The lore and events in this AU are just significantly different from canon, which ultimately leads to the cast becoming extremely different people.

I might as well talk about Aster first, since she’s why you’re all here. Well. Technically her main name in this AU is Sidra.

Now, if you’ve read Cosmic, you know how Aster and Gaea’s story goes. Asteria is a naive child who falls in love with a world she cannot have, and when she tells Gaea about her love for the world, about the way she yearns for mortality, he snaps and grants her wish with no returns.

And you know that this comes in the form of… well… Gaea fucking KILLING Aster.

Now this is where the canon kind of veers off 2 lanes to the right and straight into a ditch. If you’ve seen Asteria’s trident design, you know that there’s an equally sharp prong on the other end of its handle. And just when Gaea is ready to kill her, to plunge her own weapon through her heart, she grabs the handle and pushes it back.

I won’t go into a lot of detail here but essentially, she kills Gaea. Curses him to the fate that he planned to cast upon her, and takes his power for herself.

So now, Sidra, this once kind, wondrous child with light in her eyes and a sea of love for the world around her, is covered in the blood of her brother and her god. All of the other gods start to grow scared of her, and for a while she tries to go on as if nothing is wrong, as if nothing has changed, but overtime she grows colder as her friends refuse to meet her gaze, and hold their breaths as she passes them in the corridors. She stops trying to be kind to people that fear her, because if they think she is some kind of monster, then she will give them a monster.

The only one who isn’t scared of her is Iris, naturally. Partially because Iris is a lot scarier (/hj) but also because her love for Sidra will always be unwavering, even when she snarls at everyone around her through gritted teeth, even when her hands are coated in blood that was almost her own. Charon watches over Sidra in the same way that it does for Gaea—because it knows he would’ve begged it to if he had the chance—though Charon itself fears her in a way. It could strip her of her power, of her life in an instant, but it would then be killing the one thing it swore to protect. The one thing every god swore to protect. She is much more vicious and unforgiving than Gaea, because at the end of the day she snaps in the way that a cornered prey animal does, one that snarls at you with rabid fear in its eyes, as opposed to the way a predator does, one that knows it could kill you with ease if need be. Gaea’s anger is fueled by guilt and Sidra’s is fueled by hatred.

of course, there’s more to her than that, but that’s for random posts that I decide to make at 1 a.m. on a Tuesday. (AKA, you and I will learn more about her together as time passes on.)

Now for Saturn. Or Shams, in this AU.

To put it very crudely, Shams is still a weird stoner in the same way that Fluttershy is a weird stoner. They’re definitely just as odd as Saturn, but they’re much more softspoken, much more reserved and a bit timid.

This is because all of the sirens are like this. After what happens with Sidra and Gaea, Scylla goes from this ruthless, powerful murder machine—one that despises humans and the air that they breathe, one that strikes down sailors and fishermen’s ships on sight because she has seen the way humans ravage and destroy, how they fin her sirens and leave them to drown, how they treat the seas that she calls home as their wasteland—to this scared, skittish creature which hides as deep in the ocean as she can go and holds her sirens close, doesn’t let them go up to the surface, because the surface will hurt them. The sirens become reserved, they become sneaky and quick to hide, and they are curious about the world because it is one they will never know, but very few have ever dared to go to the surface, and even fewer have come back down afterwards.

this means that everyone’s favorite blunt, cunty and somewhat pretentious bitch Saturn ends up translating into this nervous, softspoken, slightly naive siren who is constantly receiving the most mixed messages about the world which they have no idea how to decode. They keep all their interests, though—they’re very book smart still, and just as fascinated with time and space and the surface world.

They’re kind of Nerve-coded? (Aka antiHMS mind.) They’re not all that pathetic, necessarily, just overly polite and apologetic, and kind of jumpy.

They don’t get along super well with Qamar (Seraph) but the two don’t hate eachother. They’re just very different and don’t exactly understand one another despite being siblings, but they’re civil with each other… for the most part. Shams is extremely close with Gaea though.

Now for Seraph I HATE THIS CUNT sorry. Anyway Seraph AKA Qamar

Anyway, much like Shams and the siren species as a whole, the angels are wildly different from their canon counterparts. In canon, the moon angels are these kind, gentle, forgiving beings. What you would think an angel to be like. However here, they’re strict, ruthless, with blindingly harsh judgement. This is a result of Selene herself having a massive fucking shift in personality, much like Scylla.

I do believe I’ve already stated that Selene and Aster were quite close in canon. As SOMEONE likes to put the dynamic into perspective, they shared the same night sky.

Now, in this AU, they fucking HATE each other. Sidra has strayed so far from who she once was, has put everything and everyone against each other, so Selene matches that out of spite. She becomes strict, and relentless, and cold. The angels are less like your closest friends who you just haven’t met, and more like a military boot camp.

…Qamar included. He’s, for lack of a better word, a massive fucking cunt. He’s very pretentious and self-absorbed, and has this kind of holier-than-thou mentality–like all angels, because they believe they are higher than the other species on Tycho. Spoilers, they’re not. He thinks he’s better than everyone around him and will say it to their faces. …nobody really likes him. Shams tries to, but it’s not exactly easy.

…However, he is efficient, and determined, and honestly badass, which is why Gaea keeps him around. The angels are ruthless birds of prey, despite the fact most of them are, by design, meant to be the ones being hunted. They’re resilient. The angels are physically weak, but have the minds of a hawk and the weapons of… well, gods.

…He isn’t exactly the meanest to Gaea, because he isn’t stupid. He knows that Gaea was a god, but he certainly isn’t now, so at the end of the day, he still sees himself as better.

now for my SHAYLA Gaea AKA Almajara

he’s honestly the closest to the general fanon interpretation of his CCCC self? He’s just some guy. /hj

he’s a little bit afraid of Sidra, but doesn’t hold that resentment or attachment towards her the way Asteria does with Gaea. He’s more guilty than anything else, because he knows this is because of him. If he hadn’t acted out that day, none of this would’ve happened—everything would be fine. The gods wouldn’t hate eachother, Sidra would be happy, he would be home. He knows this is his fault, and he can’t change anything. He accepted that early.

He is a lot more loving, a lot more forgiving and merciful, as an attempt to make up for the love he didn’t give Sidra. At the end of the day, he is still the god of life. It is only natural that he is motherly, and nurturing to the world around him.

He’s always in an odd state of discomfort but doesn’t express it the way Asteria does, he doesn’t lash out or hide away from the world. He pushes on because he knows he doesn’t deserve the luxury of giving up.

His relationship with Qamar and Shams is a bit strained, but he never openly expresses disdain for either of them. He’s much closer with Shams than Qamar, the same way Asteria is closer with Seraph than Saturn. Shams showed up first, and was always kind, despite being a bit of a hassle. It was nothing Almajara hadn’t dealt with before. Qamar on the other hand… again, he’s just generally not the most pleasant person to be around, though Almajara still puts in the effort to be kind and forgiving. I suppose you could say it’s to prove himself, in a way.

…there’s more I could say but I can’t think straight right now, plus this is not at all a serious AU. Just for fun and the enjoyment of myself and the rest of the devoted cosmic fans lol ^-^ essentially the equivalent to what VNS is to the CCCC fandom. It’s more up to the fandom to have fun with them and play with them like your touys, not for me to write another installment of chonny’s charming cosmic confluence. Sorry XP

[thehomophobe]

Dusk, the resting hour. 

You decided to eat outside in the gardens. With the Sun setting, the air turned to a biting cold. You left your shawl in your room so you shivered when the wind blew. You watched the great star lay in the mountains. Imagine, in his physical body, resting his head with crossed arms, watching the citizens go by with white, hazy, lidded eyes and a sleepy smile, resisting the urge to fall asleep so soon. "Not yet" he'd whisper, "just a little longer."

You breathe in the cold air. Good Lords above, you made a fool of yourself. Everyone must think you're crazy. The village idiot, or the town lunatic. You looked at the wooden bowl of fish soup. A sea of broth with little crumb sailors swimming peacefully in the dusk. The soup had gone cold, yet you still drank the broth. Good Lords, you can't stop thinking about today.

What you said was true. Except that it wasn't a vision, but a dream. 

The Moon; he rode on a boat. A canoe made of stardust. Like Charon on the River Styx, he offered you a ride amongst the stars. Glittery nebulas, twinkling stars, myopic planets floating in a vast ocean of darkness. The sea of the night. It's no wonder other monks and priests describe him as a fish; to swim through the night with gallant fins as you practically shift the stars to your command. You told him those tales with lief as you wallowed in the black. He chuckled, watching your ecstatic expression like a parent; the exuberant wonder in your eyes shimmered like stars. He stood up, taking the oar in hand, and guided the little stars rippling from the boat upward. The oar swirled the stars like paint, creating a mural on a canvas of black. Aquila, The Eagle. The King of the skies. You've heard the tales, but even hearing it from The Moon made it seem more tantalizing than how others narrated. His voice was like crushed velvet, deep and silky with a rasp. A waterfall into a babbling brook. A grotto. 

He held you close, whispering into your ears. You felt yourself sink deeper into the night, resting peacefully in his arms.

Then you woke up.

And The Moon's brother rose in the sky once more.

You loved The Moon. How brave he is, how nurturing he is, how tender and caring and benevolent he is. And what you love the most, he listens. He listens to your pleas. He listens to your cries. He listens to your prayers and wishes. Unlike his brother, who's unable to speak in his current form, you'd wished he would talk to you. Lie down on the cleanly cut grass, idling as you chat about anything that pops into your head. 

The wind blew away your daydreams. The Sun had fallen asleep. The other stars had awoken in the dark night, and the lamplighter had ignited the lights. You quickly wished the Sun sweet dreams before scurrying off in the shadows, heading back to your room.

You lied. Somewhat. 

You did go to your room. To get your shawl.

 You wanted to go to the beach before heading to bed. The shore is the best place to find peace, it is the birthplace of The Moon. While the Sun was born in a bed of flowers at dawn in the morning, the Moon was born in deep waters of the ocean in the dead of night. It was said that he had risen from the sea, walking on the water with grace. Many stories of his always reference water in some shape or form; from emerging from the water to answer a poor man's prayer to drowning a beast with the tides to stopping a caustic inundation from dissolving the town. Each story, somehow, always returned to the water. Exactly why you enjoyed walking along the shore at night.

Speaking of night, the moon wasn't out. Only the stars shined from the darkness. Where was he? He's leaving the little ones unsupervised! You kneel in the muddy, damp sand, looking upward, trying to search for your god. 

...

Hmm...

Perhaps he too is asleep. No matter. It doesn't stop you from praying. The same rules applied, only you may speak English to him. 

O benevolent Moon, please grace our land with your protection. Please ward off the demons and the spirits, and protect our children--unborn and born--from the evils. We offer our arduous work and effort from the day in return for peace and sleep. May you too rest, for you deserve the peace you bring to the land. O loving Moon, we are grateful to you. We love you.

 I love you...

You breathe the three words. A little tear formed in the corner of your eye. You loved your god. You loved The Moon.

*squish squish squish*

 Distant steps slap the soak sand. Whoever was coming was getting closer. The sound made you trip over your robes, falling to the sand. The steps stopped, probably noting your fallen form before offering a hand. 

“Thank you.” You exhaled, dusting your robe again.

”You’re welcome, sister.” 

…

”It’s you!” Your hand yanks away from the man’s grasp. It’s him. The merchant. Still in his tawny garbs with his hood up, and two blue eyes. 

"And it's you, dear." He joked, chuckling softly before grabbing his sleeve as he looked. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to startle you."

"What are you doing here?" You asked.

"Just walking around, enjoying the peace and quiet." The merchant answered. "I...heard you praying." 

"Oh...that was just a small hymn." You said sheepishly. (Why though?) 

"To whom?"

"Um..." You looked upward. The stars playfully winked at you. "Him."

The merchant looked up with you, trying to find who you were talking about. He blinks, noticing the missing piece in the sky. "Oh. He's has been quite unresponsive lately." He mirthed. "Frightened?"

"A little. I have seen him in a dream once." You stated. "The vision I told at the gathering."

"That was a dream?"

You nodded. The merchant hummed. "I told a lie, yes, I know the great lords would scorn me for it one day." You sighed. "But it seemed unfair for The Moon to be excluded from today's gathering."

The merchant chuckled, or whatever it's called when you exhale a short breath through your nose. "I believe you've done him a great honor." He smiled. 

"Really?" You asked; honestly, you weren't sure about that at all. The shame of what you said; a lie, a "half-truth" about your god. You couldn't dare to face him in your sleep, hence why you went to the beach. To ask for forgiveness. Yet through all your internal overcompensation, the merchant nods. 

"I've been through most of the gatherings in the past and frankly, it's been nothing but lies, or half-truths." He said. "The horrors and terrors of the god of night. How he slaughtered the nocturnal animals at midnight, how he flooded cities out of boredom, how cruel and evil the stories exaggerate he to be." He hissed, "To this very day, people still believe he's the god of death, that the ocean is truly the river of the dead, and that he killed his brother....out of envy."

The anguish exhausted from his mouth like smog. The tension was thick, dark like the night. The grottos dimmed in disgruntle as the merchant's mouth thinned. He then shakes his head, clearing away the smoke. "My apologies. I've grown bitter in the last few days."

"You needn't apologize." You said, "I do agree though; it seems our gods are slowly being forgotten with time." 

"But that's what your role is, is it not?"

"..."

"It seems to me you still care for The Moon. Even if he's not present." 

The merchant was right, your prayers were always listened to, always heard by him. Even when you couldn't see him floating in the night, he watches. You sighed, getting up from the damp sand. It's getting extremely late. At this point, the other priests would be worried sick trying to look for you. You dusted off your garbs, looking down at your crusted feet. You're gonna need to wash them. And you rather not use the ocean. 

"I wish I could talk to you more, but I have to get going. The high priestess would scorn if came back this ragged." You looked at the merchant, still sitting on the beach. His eyes shined crystal blue again as a soft smile rested on his face. 

"If you want, we could meet at the marketplace again. The same stand in the corner is where I'll be." He offered. You nodded, that would be nice.

"You're not going home?"

The merchant hummed, gazing at the horizon. "Not yet. Just a little longer..."

You smiled. The night was truly beautiful.

[artaphant]

Here's my headcanon of what happened after God Games.

Athena goes to the Underworld. Goddesses don't die, but this is the only time she could speak with Hades, and the only way down is dying. Doesn't help either that this allows Zeus to be the winner and get his way. In typical Greek fashion, she arrives at the river Lethe and waits for Charon's ferry.

Now, traditionally, gold pieces are placed on the eyes of the dead to pay Charon's fee. Soldiers and sailors do not get that luxury, so they will work their way rowing the ferry.

Athena climbs aboard to find all 600 of Odysseus' men have been rowing Charon's boat for seven years, waiting to finally see their captain. A quick conversation with Eurylocles and they have a plan.

600 men strike.

Hades cannot let the ferry sit in the waters, Charon cannot outrow these hardened soldiers who have decided this boat will not see a shore again until their demands are met.

[autisticabbey]

My DIY Charon puzzle piece long sleeve shirt, and my Mercury and Charon puzzle piece socks, my customized Mercury and Charon bath towels sets, and my decorated Charon vintage heels

[assignedpeanutallergyatbirth]

Need someone talented to make an edit for Kaos (specifically Riddy/Caeneus, Nax/Theseus, and/or Prometheus/Charon) to “Sailor Song” by Gigi Perez

I mean “I don’t believe in god but I believe that you’re my savior”

Please tell me someone sees the vision

[queereads-bracket]

Queer Fiction Free-for-All Book Bracket Tournament: Round 1B

Book summaries below:

Under the Whispering Door by T.J. Klune

Welcome to Charon's Crossing. The tea is hot, the scones are fresh, and the dead are just passing through.

When a reaper comes to collect Wallace from his own funeral, Wallace begins to suspect he might be dead.

And when Hugo, the owner of a peculiar tea shop, promises to help him cross over, Wallace decides he’s definitely dead.

But even in death he’s not ready to abandon the life he barely lived, so when Wallace is given one week to cross over, he sets about living a lifetime in seven days.

Hilarious, haunting, and kind, Under the Whispering Door is an uplifting story about a life spent at the office and a death spent building a home.

Fantasy, romance, cozy fantasy, contemporary, humor, adult

The Forever Sea by Joshua Phillip Johnson

The first book in a new environmental epic fantasy series set in a world where ships kept afloat by magical hearthfires sail an endless grass sea.

On the never-ending, miles-high expanse of prairie grasses known as the Forever Sea, Kindred Greyreach, hearthfire keeper and sailor aboard harvesting vessel The Errant, is just beginning to fit in with the crew of her new ship when she receives devastating news. Her grandmother--The Marchess, legendary captain and hearthfire keeper--has stepped from her vessel and disappeared into the sea.

But the note she leaves Kindred suggests this was not an act of suicide. Something waits in the depths, and the Marchess has set out to find it.

To follow in her grandmother's footsteps, Kindred must embroil herself in conflicts bigger than she could imagine: a water war simmering below the surface of two cultures; the politics of a mythic pirate city floating beyond the edges of safe seas; battles against beasts of the deep, driven to the brink of madness; and the elusive promise of a world below the waves.

Kindred finds that she will sacrifice almost everything—ship, crew, and a life sailing in the sun—to discover the truth of the darkness that waits below the Forever Sea.

Fantasy, adventure, climate fiction, secondary world, series, adult

[sailorheadcanons]

The reason that Sailor Pluto is the Senshi of Time and "daughter of chronos" relates to how the Time Gates came to exist.

The planet Pluto was originally one of the planet-sized moons orbiting around Saturn, and due to Saturn's magical affinity with death and decay (and by extension entropy as time passes) they used Pluto as a site for forging powerful weapons and experimental artifacts. The Silence Glaive was originally forged on Pluto while it orbited around Saturn.

The Time Gates were created as an accident when the mage-scientists were attempting to create something else, and everyone was iffy about having something that dangerous in the middle of the Solar System but didn't have a way to safely destroy it, either. The Queen before Queen Serenity used the Ginzuisho to put Pluto in orbit at the far edge of the Solar System so that the Time Gates destabilizing wouldn't have horrible casualties, and set Sailor Pluto to guard the gates against time travel abuse with a few guards in Charon Castle. Pluto was never formally inhabited any more than Antartica or the international Space station is today, though.

Pluto's remnant connection to Saturn and their shared affinity for death, decay, entropy and senescence (old age) are why their magic and myths seem to overlap. Pluto's Dead Scream spell is technically watered-down Silence magic, for instance.

[fanaticartisan]

Having some thoughts about the Merchant as a psychopomp/Cheron

Not saying anything is canon, this is just fun to think about.

1. If Merchant = Charon, he is waiting to bring all the souls to the other side, they are stuck there because of the plaga infection

2. It’s also interesting to note that Merchant is usually hanging around the typwriters – save files – where Leon must return to every time he dies (not allowed to leave until you finish your task, perhaps?)

3. Fixation on coin – he only accepts pesetas in game, despite them being not used since 2002 and the game takes place in 2004

4. Rubies or rubbish it makes no difference – he doesn’t really care about the value of what he is buying (he’s very wealthy after all, it costs two coins to cross the river and Everyone Crosses the River) – what he is trying to do is get more coin into Leon’s hand

5. He wants Leon to have coin so Leon will upgrade his weapons

6. The more Leon upgrades his weapons, the more plaga infected he will kill

7. Hence freeing up the souls of the villagers to finally be released for ferrying to the other side

8. Merchant’s accent might be cockney because it’s what Leon + Ada subconsciously expect a boat man /sailor to sound like

9. There is an old boat crashed in the middle of the lake. It holds the most powerful pistol in the game…

10. Could it be that Merchant is such a Leon fan because Leon ALSO freed a lot of infected souls back in Raccoon city…?