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mermaidchan05 · 2 months

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Vesuvia Weekly: "Not How That's Supposed to Work"

It's fluff time let's goooo!

In which Julian tries to be helpful and ends up causing a bit of a mess, but it all works out okay in the end. Featuring Julian, Malak, my apprentice Damian, and a cameo by his familiar Oswald the bat. And once again partially inspired by another amazing headcanon from @iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia

About 2650 words. No warnings, just a whole lot of fluff and Julian being the amazing drama king he is.

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If that night proved one thing, it was that Julian should never be trusted with cleaning up the magic shop.

Particularly not with sweeping. Sweeping things only ever led to disaster.

True, Malak was partially responsible for the latest disaster. But Julian would never blame him. Not when it was his own move that caused the current catastrophe.

All Julian had wanted to do was attempt to be helpful. His work had—blessedly – ended earlier than expected. But, as was the way of the universe, he had wound up stopping by Damian’s shop at almost the exact moment that Damian was on his way out. So while Damian was off getting more stock for the shop, his trusty bat Oswald along for the ride, Julian took it upon himself to do the one thing he truly could do to make Damian’s job a little bit easier. Cleaning up a bit, he thought, would be a simple but important gesture.

And something that he couldn’t possibly mess up.

He was right. For a little while. Julian was able to sweep up the actual shop floor without too much trouble. It helped that Damian always kept the storefront clean. But their shared living quarters upstairs were an entirely different matter.

In their shared quarters, Damian had a shelf full of little treasures that he had collected over the years. Some were Damian’s own finds or creations. Others were gifts: Asra’s finds from his travels, gifts from Nadia, little abandoned things that Portia had found around the palace… things of that nature. Julian always had to be careful when dusting these shelves. One false move would lead to something crashing to the floor, shattering into a million pieces.

Which was exactly what happened.

One of the trinkets was from a young woman who Damian had once sold a good-luck charm to. Julian had been rather perplexed and incredulous at the idea. Luck couldn’t possibly be altered by magic. It was too great and powerful of a force.

Julian had expected Damian to argue with him. But he’d actually agreed. Good-luck charms, Damian had explained, were far more often protection charms. They simply worked better if the person wearing the charm believed they would be lucky.

That hadn’t exactly clarified anything for Julian, but he was starting to learn to roll with it. Mostly.

Either way, the charm had apparently done what the young woman had wanted it to do, since she had thanked Damian with a handmade little porcelain animal: a striped orange cat playing a guitar. How she had found out that Damian liked cats in the first place was simply one of the universe’s great mysteries. Knowing that Damian played guitar was far less confusing, since he and Julian had done a few impromptu performances together, particularly in places like the Rowdy Raven. Whatever the case, Damian was certainly enamored with the trinket. Julian couldn’t help but agree. He loved the silly little cat guy.

Of course, that was exactly what the broom handle knocked into.

Malak had chosen the exact wrong moment to try to steal something shiny. Admittedly, that was a near-constant hazard when doing much of anything upstairs. Though by now Malak had learned which things his chosen human would be actively angry or upset about him stealing, he still tried to scoop up a few other things. And Julian’s retaliation was instinctive by now. He whirled around and started shooing Malak away. And that was when the broom handle officially got out of Julian’s control.

Julian dropped the broom the moment he heard the crash. And he swore when he saw the mess that he had made. The poor little orange cat was headless now. And the arm or paw or whatever-it-was was nearly halfway across the room. The guitar had snapped so convincingly that Julian was almost surprised he hadn’t heard the twang of broken strings. The poor cat’s tail was in four different pieces.

“No, no, no, no, no…” Julian blurted out. “Oh, Damian’s going to be heartbroken…”

Glad he was still wearing his leather gloves, he scooped all the pieces up as best as he could. Then he stood, carrying the shattered remains of Guitar Cat, and looked helplessly around the room.

“I have to do something about this…” he said to no one in particular. “He can’t see this mess, he can’t… aha!”

The first thing his desperate search found him was the wardrobe. It was a rather small wardrobe, and felt even smaller with all of Julian’s coats taking up more than half of it. So cluttered that it would be very hard to find some pieces of shattered porcelain.

He quickly stuck the broken pieces into a pocket of one of his coats. He practically slammed the wardrobe door behind him. And he leaned against it, letting out a long sigh.

Now what?

Guilt was starting to creep in before Malak cawed reproachfully. Julian was still getting used to listening to the weird magical voice in his head that was apparently Malak just talking to him and not imitating words like corvids could do. But the message was clear enough this time.

“Gah, you’re right, that was a stupid, stupid plan…”

Still in pure panic, Julian tossed the wardrobe door open and fished the remnants of Guitar Cat right back out of his pocket. Then he returned to frantically pacing around the room in hopes of finding a solution. Perhaps by some sort of divine intervention. That seemed the only way to solve this at the moment.

Especially with Damian bound to be home any minute.

“Maybe… maybe we can fix it,” he rambled at last. “Damian has thousands of magical things down there, one of them has to put things back together…”

Malak cawed again. Another very clear message.

“Right… right, glue of course…” Julian mumbled. “But, gah, there will still be cracks everywhere won’t there? It won’t look nearly as wonderful, and Damian will find out that I made a mess of things, and—”

Another caw from Malak. Julian stopped in his tracks.

“Uh, yes, right, of course,” he blurted. “Fix first, worry later.”

Without further ado, he sped back down the stairs and started looking for some way to piece Guitar Cat back together.

He didn’t find much. Not much that he actually knew the function of, anyway. He’d had one too many instances of accidentally causing large problems by touching Damian’s alchemy stuff to risk doing it again. Particularly in the midst of an entirely unrelated crisis.

So Julian resorted to trying to stick everything together like a puzzle. Maybe that would buy him some time, at least.

He was so focused on fitting all the tiny pieces together in any way that he could, that he didn’t even register the fact that said pieces were actually staying put. He didn’t notice the little sparks of magic trailing from his fingers. He didn’t see the way the cracks and shattered edges all sealed up. He was that lost to his own guilt-stricken panic.

Malak, on the other hand, saw it all very clearly. And if Julian had been paying attention, he might have seen the decidedly smug pose Malak had taken up.

After a few more minutes of frantically sticking Guitar Cat back together, Julian was abruptly brought back to reality by a now-familiar hum. Damian was using his magic to open the shop door. Julian’s usual teasing about simply using a key without all the other fuss was far from his mind. He whirled around, paler than usual with guilt, instinctively attempting to hide Guitar Cat behind his own form.

The door clicked open. Julian’s heart seemed to shoot to his throat. There was a familiar little squeak as Oswald flew in first, immediately dangling from his favorite rafter. Malak fluttered up to perch right above him. Julian was sure they were engaged in some silent conversation between familiars. Probably laughing about how stupid Julian had just been. But he couldn’t afford to focus on that.

Not with Damian walking through the door.

“I’m home,” Damian called.

The adorable habit would have made Julian smile on an ordinary, non-disastrous day. And he would have responded with a “welcome back,” and then an increasingly elaborate story about his day. But this time, entirely different words flooded out of him.

“Oh, Damian, my love, my light, please forgive me.”

Damian paused halfway through the door. He raised an eyebrow at Julian.

“Okay...” he said slowly. “Forgive you for what?”

A dagger in the gut would have been less terrifying. And more deserved.

And of course, Julian immediately proceeded to do an absolutely terrible job of explaining the situation.

“I was only trying to sweep the floor,” he rambled, “and Malak swooped after something shiny-- but no, no I can’t blame Malak, and please don’t be mad at him, this is my fault entirely...”

“What’s your fault?” Damian asked. He was starting to look a little alarmed. “Julian, whatever you did, it can’t be worse than the glittering slime incident, can it?”

Julian flushed. “Ah... well... the mess caused by the glittering slime was at least fixable...”

“You broke something?” said Damian, more trying to solve the puzzle than accusing Julian of anything.

Julian let out a sigh. He stepped aside, head bowed.

“I’m sorry, my darling,” he said soberly. “My foolishness led Guitar Cat to a terrible fate.”

Damian walked right up to the shop counter. His shoulder brushed against Julian’s. Julian had to fight the urge to hurry away. Or to cry out that he was undeserving of Damian’s touch. Neither would be helpful, but both felt appropriate in the moment.

Damian hummed thoughtfully. “He looks fine to me.”

Julian’s chin dropped. “Uh... what?”

Damian picked up Guitar Cat. Julian’s heart skipped a beat. He instinctively reached out to catch the pieces that were absolutely not attached to each other in any way and were sure to plop right back to the counter. But somehow, like a miracle, Guitar Cat stayed whole. Damian even twisted Guitar Cat around to give it a full inspection.

“He looks fine,” Damian repeated. He looked up at Julian, confused and slightly skeptical. “Did you drop him on the carpet? Does he have a chipped ear or something?”

It took Julian a full three seconds to form words. And even then they were far from coherent.

“I... wait, wait, no, this is not... this isn’t possible,” he stumbled. “It shattered. I saw it. I was sweeping upstairs, and I hit it with the broom cabinet, and... I decapitated Guitar Cat!”

Damian’s eyebrow crept higher. “Sounds a little extreme, doesn’t it?”

“Damian, I swear to you, with Malak as my witness, that Guitar Cat was headless before you walked in,” said Julian. “I almost hid his remains in the wardrobe! Malak talked me out of it, and then I tried to fix it, but I didn’t know if there was anything like glue around here, so I started piecing it back together in some vain hope of--”

“Love, you’re rambling,” Damian said gently.

Julian instantly snapped his mouth shut. A blush crept all the way to his ears.

“Uh, sorry...”

“It’s alright.” A hint of a smile tugged at Damian’s lips. “This is a mystery, though... let me test something.”

He must have been testing something with magic, since Guitar Cat was covered with a faint glow. When the glow vanished, Damian gave a rather firm nod, as though the entire mystery was solved already.

“I thought so.”

“You, er, you thought what?” Julian asked.

“You fixed it,” said Damian.

Julian could only blink at him. “I...?”

“You used your magic,” said Damian. “I’d know your handiwork anywhere, Julian. I’d guess your doctor instincts kicked in. You were so determined to save your porcelain patient that you used magic without thinking about it.”

“I... that’s... but, uh... that isn’t...” Once again, Julian’s words utterly failed him. He shook his head and made another attempt. “But that’s not how this works. That’s not how magic is supposed to work!”

“Actually, that’s exactly how this is supposed to work,” said Damian.

“But... but there wasn’t any spell circle, or incantation, or fancy hand gesture, or magical regents, or... or anything!”

Damian slowly put Guitar Cat back on the counter. He turned to face Julian, looking him directly in the eye. Julian started blushing again.

“Julian.”

“Y-yes, love?” Julian stuttered.

“What am I always telling you about magic?” said Damian.

Oh no. He was using his Teacher Voice. Julian had absolutely zero defenses against his Teacher Voice. The only thing he could do was attempt an answer, even if he had no real idea what that answer was.

“That... you have to be careful what you wish for, because of what it will cost to get it?” Julian said hesitantly.

Damian’s smile crept higher. “No. Good job remembering the first rule of magic, though. What’s the other thing I keep telling you?”

Julian was absolutely certain his face had actually caught fire at that point. But he tried again.

“That... magic comes in many different styles and it’s alright that I don’t master every single one of them?”

Damian laughed fondly. Julian adored that sound. He found himself smiling, his expression equally fond.

“Closer, but no,” said Damian. “At its core, magic is all about intent, remember? You must have really wanted to fix Guitar Cat. I’ll bet that was the only thing you were focusing on. And your drive led you to using your magic. Even if you didn’t notice it.”

“I assure you, I did not,” said Julian.

Malak cawed from the rafter, startling Oswald. The poor little bat nearly lost his grip. Damian made sure that Oswald was happily dangling again before speaking up once more.

“Malak clearly noticed,” said Damian. “And I noticed.”

Julian couldn’t help it. He tried to protest. “But I can’t...”

“You can,” said Damian. “And you did. Look at it this way. Fixing things is similar to healing, isn’t it? And your healing magic has grown in leaps and bounds since our first lesson. It’s even better than mine by now.”

Julian ran his hand through his hair. “I’m, uh, not so sure about that...”

“I am,” said Damian. He caught Julian’s hand. “Julian, for as long as I’ve known you, you’ve wanted nothing more than to fix things in any way you could. No matter what that meant you needed to do. And it looks like that meant doing magic you’ve never really done before.”

Julian tried to argue with that. He couldn’t. So he sighed instead. “You always did see the best in me, Damian.”

“That’s because there’s a lot to see,” said Damian. He kissed Julian’s cheek. “Come on. Help me put all this stuff away, and then we can have another magic lesson. I want to see if you can fix that old pot we keep meaning to replace.”

Julian grinned like a little kid. He playfully saluted Damian. “Yes, sir!”

Oswald, watching the proceedings, shook his head at this familiar banter. Malak still managed to look very smug, almost as if he were about to launch into a very long I told you so to Julian.

But Julian was thoroughly distracted by other things. He did actually help put Damian’s things away. And then they both tackled that ‘fixing magic’ again. Julian struggled at first. He couldn’t stop getting in his own head, and trying to recreate the panic that led to the resurrection of Guitar Cat didn’t work.

Then Damian tried motivating him with cheek kisses. That turned out to be the best teaching method yet.

By the end of the night, they had a perfectly pristine pot, a very smug looking raven, and a thoroughly embarrassed little bat.

And Julian was thoroughly looking forward to his next magic lesson.

#vesuvia weekly #not how that works #the arcana #the arcana game #fanfic #my stuff #my writing #julian devorak #apprentice damian #julian devorak x oc #julian devorak x mc #juilan does magic #i just realized i did two stories about one of the LIs breaking something in a row whoops

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darel3ne · 12 days

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OH LORD…

PLAYHOUSE-

It’s like saw…

I threw a bunch of dd characters into a game type thing where they would do challenges and stuff that’s just like saw, but with my own twisted imagination of trauma.

Here’s two of the game names..

Cat and mouse!

RAT KING

The first one is a “tag” like game, and it’s meant to Humble the shit outta the monsters.

It’ll randomly generate a certain characters name and whoever is picked is restrained. they are forced to wear a mask, with gas canisters attached to it that has a narcotic gas in them. The narcotic is called “Joy” and it causes a HUGE change to one’s emotions, and amplifies it by 10, and just makes them go haywire and hallucinate.

The person while under the influence of the gas is released.

Depending on who you are as a person, while you’re under the influence of the gas you could either, run, or beat the shit outta the other people in the game. It just depends on who you are.

The objective of the game is to detach the gas cannisters on the persons back. If they don’t in the timeframe, EVERYONE WILL FUCKING DIE-

WHAT, I LOVE SAW.

THIS AU IS SO- IS SO- ✨MMMMM✨

Y’know what, 👏👏👏👏👏👏

I LOVE IT. Would Malak be Jigsaw, since, y’know. NCINSNI.

#dark deception #doug houser #doug dark deception #dark deception doug #dark deception fan #questions #send asks #answered asks #asks #this is so good #YES #I LOVE IT

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drxgony · 1 year

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2 future Sith Lords and a future Exile walk the stairs of the Jedi Temple, a place they once called home.

Anywho, this is my iteration of the Exile, Alek, and Revan, back when they were Jedi Knights. A close friend trio before everything went as it did.

I have loads of headcanons and lore built for them (they need to start paying rent in my head, I swear) so I'll put it all under the read more!

Alright let's do this. So first and foremost I like to say that in my mind, they used to be best friends, Revan and Exile (I will also call her Meetra at times) being much like siblings, and Alek being a giant m

They would follow the Soldier, Poet, King format. The Exile the Soldier, Alek as the Poet, and Revan as the King. This also translates in Jedi ways with Guardian Exile, Consular Alek, and Sentinel Revan.

I like to imagine that although Alek has the nickname "Squint" as per part of his last name/old planet. It's also cause he needs glasses. For a guy who loves to read, it's a bit apparent.

That being said the hunt for the Star Forge was also aided by the research Alek did beforehand. As well, it was a passion project for him really. An aspect of his research loving shining through.

Revan and Exile are straightup very good, their humour and vibes are so similarly matched that they get along incredibly well. Meanwhile Alek is the "straight man" in situations. (As well, there were times where Alek may or may not have had feelings for one or the either, but was always closest with Revan. Meanwhile for Exile, a bit more of an incel moment, didn't appreciate her as much.)

In order for the Jedi order to have a bit more trouble going after the main gang, Alek dyed his hair black. This is A) for canon purposes, and B) I like to imagine that when the Exile sees Mical, buried deep within his books, she is reminded of him, and cant help but feel nostalgic.

The gang was also very young when they decided to go to War. Incredibly early 20s, like 22 at most (Age from eldest to youngest being Exile, Revan, Alek, but they're all pretty much the same age). The decision was hard but passionate. Revan was furious, Alek still has unresolved beef, and Exile was ride or die. I imagine they maybe even went on a mission and dealt with the aftermath of a planet after Mandolorian control, and that's what truly kickstarted it.

Revan never brought up Kreia, but she was the closest in regards of masters to him, pretty much a mother, and he did visit her to listen to her advice at times. The thing is, I like to imagine it wasn't a great relationship. Dissapointed parent and angry son with a broken relationship. He'd leave meetings with her in an emotional if not angry state. Yet he'd never bring it up to the trio. They knew better then to ask.

Things were happier in the past though, they were friends, they got to trouble, and there was always a love an appreciation for one another. Yet during the war, their fight and all of it fuelled their rage, pain, and loss. I know in the wiki it says that at one point, Malak wanted to send HK-47 to eliminate the Exile, and Revan refused... the thing is I simply cannot find the source of that, yet it is entirely possible. I like to imagine specifically, Revan being surprised. It reveals something about Malak to him, in which he is willing to betray the Exile if necessary.

Nonetheless, before it all went to hell, I just like to imagine they were best friends, and truly cared for eachother.

Lastly, here is my playlist about them. I hope you enjoyed these. There will be more in the future.

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allwaswell16 · 2 years

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[[- Oli Fics -]]

A fic rec of One Direction fics that feature Oli as a character. Happy 30th birthday, Oli! 🧡

🧡 Remember Me Before You by @kingsofeverything

(E, 293k, Louis/Harry) Desperate to find a new place to live after he comes home to find his boyfriend cheating, Harry moves into a loft with three strangers. A New Girl AU.

🧡 You Make Lovin' Fun by @homosociallyyours

(E, 109k, Louis/Harry) Harry is a 28 year old travel writer at a gay magazine who gets the assignment to go a lesbian cruise.

🧡 ghost of you by beckywritesthings / @beckydoesthings

(E, 109, Louis/Harry) a Star Wars AU where Harry is Obi-Wan, Louis is Satine, and somehow there��s a love story between the cracks where there shouldn’t be.

🧡 Ante Post by goldearring

(E, 105, Louis/Liam) Liam is a sports reporter and fledgling news presenter who’s catapulted into the big leagues by virtue of his popularity with focus groups. Louis is the maverick executive producer who isn't quite sure what to make of him, at first.

🧡 under thorn and bramble by thedeathchamber / @louehvolution

(E, 32k, Louis/OC) A mysterious stranger boards at the farm and is very intrigued by Louis, but Louis doubts his interest in genuine.

🧡 Where the World has Come Together by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(M, 26k, Louis/Harry) For the crime of elven blood running through his veins, Louis Tomlinson spends his days protecting the human kingdom he’s been cast out of.

🧡 You Bring Me Home by @reminiscingintherain

(T, 22k, Louis/Harry) the one where Louis wants to turn Harry's book into a film, and Harry's very picky about what happens.

🧡 My English Love Affair by @isthatyoularry

(E, 19k, Louis/Harry) The one where Harry writes a song about his English love affair and Louis sleeps with someone in White Eskimo and all he gets is a stupid song written about him.

🧡 house of stone, your ivy grows by edensrose / @holdingthornsandroses

(E, 16k, Louis/Mads Mikkelsen) loosely based on the movie "a royal affair". Louis is a lonely queen married to an odious and imopotent king. Everything changes when he meets the new royal physician.

🧡 It's About A Boy by mynameispiaivy / @missrefridgefreetorator

(M, 14k, Louis/Luke Malak) when a mysterious boy turns your birthday celebration into a night you will never forget, or when it's like, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas unless someone asks for your number and you just don't want the night to end.

🧡 Close Enough to Touch by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(M, 11k, Louis/Harry) Embarking on his first solo tour was stressful enough without his closest friends encouraging him to push even further outside of his comfort zone. Louis definitely did not need a masseuse on tour.

🧡 i can feel a hot one by @turnyourankle

(E, 8k, Louis/Luke Malak) There's something about the fresh air, music, beer and weed that just does something to Louis. But getting some alone time with Luke at Firefly turns out to be harder than expected.

🧡 Don't Want You Like A Best Friend by orphan_account

(T, 5k, Louis/Luke Malak) Louis and Luke hang out a lot, and it doesn't mean anything. Until it does.

🧡 Friend of the Devil by @taggiecb

(G, 3k, Louis/Harry) Harry has to help his friend the Easter Bunny (Ed Sheeran) get ready for Easter. Louis can't wait to help out.

🧡 Let Me Take Care Of You by @tommokat

(M, 3k, Louis/Harry) Louis' in Poland with a fractured elbow and Harry's in California, but all he wants is to take care of him.

#1dficvillage #tracksintheam #trackinghome #1dsource #ficrec #lol did i just make the fastest rec of my life? yes

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thedreamau · 1 year

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How are things currently at the moment?

💤☼ 𒊹𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝑀𝒜𝐿𝒜𝒦𒊹☼: "𝓈𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁... 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝑔𝓊𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓆𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓁 𝓅𝑜𝓅𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓈𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁... 𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽.. 𝒲𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓂.."

#dark deception au #malak #dark deception malak #KING MALAK #king Malak #dream au

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sweetcandlyliar · 3 months

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BASICS

FULL NAME: THANATOS

» MEANING: Thanatos [ In Greek mythology, Thanatos (/ˈθænətɒs/;[3] Ancient Greek: Θάνατος, pronounced in Ancient Greek: [tʰánatos] "Death",[4] from θνῄσκω thnēskō "(I) die, am dying"[5][6]) was the personification of death. He was a minor figure in Greek mythology, often referred to but rarely appearing in person. His name is transliterated in Latin as Thanatus, but his counterpart in Roman mythology is Mors or Letum. ]

VERSE: How To Kill A King; Night Shift, The Meaning of Forever.

OTHER NAMES: He likes the name Malak so he's been using it walking around the human realm.

AGE: Undetermined; it varies in human form, he appears to be in his late 20'a, 30's.

DATE OF BIRTH: It is hard to pinpoint when Thanatos was born, but his birth was likely prior to the Titanomachy. After all, Cronus ruled during the Golden Age of Man, where men knew no hardship and always died peacefully in their sleep. While this is a prime example of Hypnos-Thanatos teamwork, the root of death may have been more multifaceted at the time.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Underworld.

SPECIES: God.

POWERS

What is Thanatos the God Of?

Thanatos is the Greek god of peaceful death and a psychopomp. More specifically, Thanatos can be explained away as the ancient Greek personification of death. His was a death most ideal. Legends state that Thanatos would manifest before mortals in their final hour and, with a gentle touch akin to that of Hypnos, end their life.

It is important to understand that Thanatos acted on command by the Fates, restricted by the destiny of one’s life. He was unable to act on his own accord, nor was he able to violate destiny and decide when an individual’s time was up.

To do his duty, Thanatos had to have impeccable timing and nerves of steel. He was not a faint-hearted god. Moreover, Thanatos was strict. In the opening discussion of Eurpides’ tragedy, Alcestis, Apollo accuses Thanatos of being “hateful to men and a horror to the gods” after he refused to delay someone’s hour of death.

Thanatos’ response?

“You cannot always have more than your due.”

OCCUPATION: As the personification of Death, Thanatos works under Hades' command and carries humans off to the Underworld once the time allotted to them by the Fates has expired. Thanatos igod or personified spirit (daimon) of non-violent death. His touch was gentle, likened to that of his twin brother Hypnos (Sleep). Violent death was the domain of Thanatos' blood-craving sisters, the Keres, spirits of slaughter and disease.

GENDER: Cisgender Male.

PERSONALITY

Functions and Characteristics

Thanatos was the Greek god or daemon who personified death. A deity without a cult, he was usually met with dread or even hatred. The poet Hesiod described him as having

a heart of iron, and his spirit within him is pitiless as bronze: whomever of men he has once seized he holds fast: and he is hateful even to the deathless gods.[2]

Ever relentless, Thanatos always claimed his prize in the end. He could not be swayed by gifts or speeches.[3]

Occasionally, Thanatos was viewed in a more optimistic light, as a gentle liberator and giver of eternal sleep to weary souls.[4]

Thanatos lived together with his twin brother Hypnos (“Sleep”) beyond the edge of the earth, in the murky Underworld home of their mother Nyx (“Night”).

In literature and art, Thanatos was sometimes represented carrying away the deceased or bringing them to the Underworld. But his exact purpose and function is unclear, as it was more often the god Hermes who was considered responsible for bringing souls to the Underworld, while Hades was the ruler of the dead. Thanatos seems to have been above all a symbolic entity, representing the inexorable approach of death.

Thanatos is indiscriminate, merciless, gentle, determined.

APPEARANCE

Thanatos is often shown carrying an inverted torch (holding it upside down in his hands), representing a life extinguished. He is usually described as winged and with a sword sheathed at his belt. In Euripides' Alcestis (438 BCE), he is depicted dressed in black and carrying a sword. Thanatos is lean and muscular, with a regal face, honey gold eyes, and black hair flowing down his shoulders.

FACE CLAIM: Yoo Ah-in.

HEIGHT: 6'2 [187.96 cm.]

WEIGHT: 205 lbs. [93 kg.]

BUILD: Lean, muscular.

GAIT:

HAIR COLOR: Black.

EYE COLOR: Honey, gold eyesl.

BIRTHMARK: Some.

OVERVIEW: » SCARS: »

TATTOOS: YES. To be added.

BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: The Underworld.

RESIDENCE: The Underworld.

NATIONALITY: N/A.

ETHNICITY: N/A.

FINANCIAL STATUS: He's got money..

DEGREE: Degree in he'll come for you and you won't be able to do anything about it.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: He can speak any language.

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS & SIBLINGS: The Greek poet Hesiod established in his Theogony that Thánatos has no father, but is the son of Nyx (Night) and brother of Hypnos (Sleep).

CHILDREN:

PETS:

SIGNIFICANT RELATIONSHIPS: » Hades, Persephone, Hypnos, Fates, and Eoduun.

What Was Thanatos’ Relationship with Other Gods?

Since interaction between Thanatos and other deities is scarce, his relationship with each is up to interpretation. He likely kept them at arm’s length, save for his twin, parents, and a select number of his other siblings. This would include the Moirai, or the Fates, as he relied on their control over man’s destiny to know when he should intervene with his… services. As an Underworld resident and directly handling the death of mortals, it is likely that Thanatos interacted largely with Hades and other members of his retinue. The Judges of the Dead, Charon, and the many water gods that inhabited the rivers of the Underworld would all be familiar to Thanatos. Furthermore, Thanatos likely had extensive interaction with Hermes, who acted as a psychopomp leading the souls of the dead to the Underworld.

Is Thanatos Related to Hades?

In a complicated sense, Thanatos is related to Hades. All Greek gods and goddesses are somehow related to one another, and Thanatos and Hades are no different. They are 1st cousins once removed.

Nyx is Gaia’s sister and since Gaia bore the 12 Titans, Nyx is Hades’ great aunt. Due to this relation, the Titans are also Thanatos’ 1st cousins. Since there is a generation separating Thanatos from Hades, he becomes his 1st cousin once removed.

The relationship between Hades and Thanatos has been misunderstood in the past. They have been mistakenly identified as father-son, with the King of the Underworld in the parental role. Another common misunderstanding is that Thanatos is an aspect of Hades, or vice-versa. This is not the case.

They are two completely separate deities who, by virtue of their connected realms, have a working relationship.

HISTORY: Thanatos, in ancient Greek religion and mythology, the personification of death. Thanatos was the son of Nyx, the goddess of night, and the brother of Hypnos, the god of sleep. He appeared to humans to carry them off to the underworld when the time allotted to them by the Fates had expired. Thanatos was once defeated by the warrior Heracles, who wrestled him to save the life of Alcestis, the wife of Admetus, and he was tricked by Sisyphus, the king of Corinth, who wanted a second chance at life.

Why is Thanatos the God of Death?

There is no real rhyme or reason as to why Thanatos became the god of death. He was simply born into the role. If we follow the trend of newer generations of gods replacing older ones, it could be argued that Thanatos – and his realm – are no different.

It is hard to pinpoint when Thanatos was born, but his birth was likely prior to the Titanomachy. After all, Cronus ruled during the Golden Age of Man, where men knew no hardship and always died peacefully in their sleep. While this is a prime example of Hypnos-Thanatos teamwork, the root of death may have been more multifaceted at the time.

In Greek mythology, Iapetus was the Titan god of mortality. Coincidentally, he was also the stubborn father of the mighty Atlas, the cunning Prometheus, the forgetful Epimetheus, and the foolhardy Menoetius.

Since mortality is a huge realm afflicted by various human conditions and external forces, it is likely Iapetus’ role was divided amongst a handful of other beings. Other divinities that could have inherited aspects of Iapetus’ realm include Geras (Old Age) and the spirits of brutal death, the Keres.

ROMANTIC HISTORY: NADA...

Who is Thanatos in Love With?

Being the god of death is demanding and depressing. As is the tendency for Chthonic gods and Underworld denizens, duty came before romance. Most do not have established affairs let alone marriages. In the rarity that they did settle down, they were strictly monogamous.

As a result, there is no record of Thanatos having love interests or offspring. More modern “ships” have tied the god to Makaria, a daughter of Hades and Persephone and the goddess of blessed death, but again, there is no evidence of this outside of people’s flights of fancy.

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS: Hades, his boss.

THOUGHTS ON LOVE: ...

HEALTH

PHOBIA(S): None.

HANDICAP(S): None.

MENTAL DISEASE(S): Depression...

PHYSICAL DISEASE(S): None.

PREDISPOSITION(S): None.

#{ character sheet: thanatos }

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Search your works for the given words and post the context of what you find!

Tagged by @mxanigel to find the words hope, smile, choice, and settle. (Thanks for the tag!)

Tagging (if you'd like to play) @deedeemactir, @hinterlost, @dairine-bonnet, @illusivesoul, and anyone else who sees this and wants to give it a shot! Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to find the words rise, pride, relief, and hold.

Hope (From So Long as the Music Plays We Dance)

“It's a display of support," she finally said. "I'm hardly in a position to refuse.”

Loghain stopped.

“Shouldn't Fontaine be handling this?”

“Fontaine is not here.”

“Then wait until she comes back.”

“I can't do that. It could be months! Empress Celene would take offence.”

She couldn't help but notice how Loghain bristled slightly at the name. Old habits died hard.

“Then let her take offence. She benefits from this far more than we do. Show the Wardens are on her side and hope Gaspard gets the hint. Her inviting you to this... ball of hers is hardly disinterested. Celene is a politician, first and foremost. An Orlesian politician, to boot. She's not to be trusted.”

“No, she's not. That doesn't mean I'm walking into the lion's den.”

Smile (From To Hell and Back)

The woman starts scribbling.

“Lord Malak,” she says, “am I to understand that you are no longer affiliated with the Sith Empire? Are you then to be tried as a citizen of the Republic?”

Malak feels his knuckles crack. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t care. What he does know, right now, is that he wants her gone.

“Lord Malak?” she repeats, and if she says it once more, he’s going to explode. He has no answers for her. And from what he can tell, Revan doesn’t either – not that the woman pays her much heed. That doesn’t stop her from stepping forward and leaning towards the journalist, as if to whisper in her ear.

“It’s classified Jedi business, Miss. Now if you’ll excuse us…”

The woman frowns, but relents.

“Well, then,” she says, handing Revan a card, “should any developments arise… you may contact me at any time.”

Revan slips the card in her pocket and forces a smile.

“I’ll bear it in mind.”

The woman nods and walks away.

“Tell me you’re throwing that away.”

“Nope.”

“Fantastic.”

Choice (From A Woman of her Word, short WIP)

Some things - she realises with bitter amusement - do not change. She watches in silence as Korris closes the hatch behind him, still fuming from their talk, and she knows for a fact that he would have slammed it, had its design allowed it. Let him throw a fit if it pleases him, it changes nothing. The Geth, in many ways, are like spirits - scarce venturing beyond the Veil, as similar and as different from organic life as entities from another realm can be. Like spirits, they cannot be trusted. And like spirits, they can be subdued. That some are capable of emotions - of compassion, even - should not matter. Does not matter. Not when the stakes are this high. Because for all the other Admirals’ distrust, for all they vilify her when they think her out of earshot, she is a woman of her word. They will re-take Rannoch, when the time comes, and she will find a way through the Veil. Whether it is wiser to cross it or remain here... she does not know. Though she is loath to admit it, there are advantages to not being a hunted apostate. Not quite as many to being stuck in an enviro-suit. Still, at this point, the choice is hypothetical, and it is up to her to ensure it does not remain so.

Settle (From Long Live the King)

“See, that’s just the thing. They all want me to be Maric. I’m not Maric.”

“And judging by the stories I’ve heard, I’m not so sure that’s a bad thing.”

“Oh, so the pillow-talk also revolves around my father. Good to know.”

“What? No! Stop deflecting.”

“Why should I? It’s what I’m best at. Oh, got a new shield, by the way. Does just that. Deflecting. Or it… would if I used it more.”

She took a breath. Do not take the bait.

“That’s not true, and you know it. You’ve got this. Being King. Besides, who cares that you grew up in a stable? You’re rebuilding Ferelden now. That’s all that matters.”

“Perhaps.”

Another wave hit the hull, and Alistair brought a hand to his mouth. It took him a moment to straighten up and look at her again.

“So… not that I have a bet to settle or anything but… how long?”

Erin smirked.

“That’s rather vague, your Majesty.”

“Oh, you know what I’m talking about. How long have you had it for…” he winced and gestured towards the stairs leading up to the quarterdeck, where Loghain was still sitting hunched over his map. She laughed.

“Long enough.”

“Since the Blight?”

Erin didn’t answer. Alistair sighed.

“You’re mad.”

“You say that as if you’d just found out.”

#tag game #my fics #erin amell #loghain mac tir #darth revan #darth malak #morrigan #alistair theirin #some of those need editing but umm... later. in a vague and distant future 😅

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