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shatteredminds · 2 years
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Zente Halley Rhaghverii Lokison/Lihvatu Holnaki Kisharnva
Others- (those mentioned/appeared)
Hulda Razi Rhaghverala Lokison/Hidasha Mystarona Kisharnva
Castor Leon Rhaghverii Lokison/Wolvisher Tamishtur Kisharnva
Vipin Vivyan Rhaghverii Lokison/Flovidal Linczami Kisharnva
Javid Antin Rhaghverii Lokison/Sanazu Etrnlach Kisharnva
Vulcan Brandeis Rhaghverii Lokison/Infurlion Burnvaru Kisharnva
Ragnar Draco Lokison/Rhaghver Ultmasver Kisharnva
Restus Lawlor Tähtinen/Reshis Novanta
Azura Pixie Rhagherala Lokison/Zaishvaer Noctalsis Kisharnva
Pearl Ekaterina Rhaghverala Lokison/Sevasu Parvasi Kisharnva
The Secret
The click of a cane could be heard as Lihvatu walked, something he's needed since he was the phiscal age of fifteen. A weak back, scoliosis is what his older sister Hidasha called it. How did she know what it was though? No body knew how she knew these things. Though that's why she was called her the Mystery Goddess, wasn't it.
A male vampiric dragon he is, one of the healer class of his family. Never going out on the battle field like his older and younger brothers, some sisters too. He felt like a disgrace to his species, the males were supposed to be warriors.
Wolvisher, Flovidal, Sanazu, Infurlion and their father Rhaghver are all warriors... but he wasn't. He could fight, but was only aloud to if necessary. He hated it, yet he never told anyone. It was his secret, and his alone.
He didn't want others to pity him, especially not his children. Not even his mate Scarlett knew of his ailment. Though it pained his soul to not tell her. He loves her dearly after all, but he was afraid she would leave him. After all, who a would want a weak mate... especially one of his species and status.
Lihvatu's thoughts were interrupted by the babbling of a small child. Walking to where the sound is coming from, he saw Reshis playing peekaboo with his now phisically two years old vampiric dragon Zaishvaer. So he observes him for a bit.
"Where am I?" Reshis says, hand covering his face. Zaishvaer made coos of confusion. "Here I am!" Reshis exlamed uncovering his face, Zaishvaer squeaked in surprise and her little wings fluttered as she giggled.
Lihvatu smiled softly, it's nice to see that his little sisters cerberus was taking good care of her. But he couldn't help but feel some resentment towards Zaishvaer. She was deemed to be the fifth vampiric dragon warrior of Rhaghver's now ten vampiric dragon hatchlings.
Some of his siblings pointed out that he acts quite cold towards the toddler while being the opposite with her younger littermate Sevasu. Though if he's going to be honest Sevasu's region of the empire resides in his kingdom, so natural he's warmer towards her.
He snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a tug on his cloak. Looking down he saw that it was Reshis, the physically seven year old cerberus was one arm carrying the tiny vampiric dragon that he looks after.
"She's hungry." The crimson haired pup says as Zaishvaer whines, "She wants blood but Mr. Rhaghver says I can't feed her mine to often."
Lihvatu nods before saying, "I see, let me have her for a second." Leaning his Cain against the the wall and laking the tiny female from to boy. Zaishvaer tilts her head in curiosity at her elder brother.
'I forgot that this is the first time she's seen me." Thought Lihvatu, bringing one of his wrists to his mouth and using his teeth to create a small opening where the vain is.
He noticed Zaishvaer's small tail twitched and her pupils dilate to slits as she caught scent of his blood. Reaching up to his wrist and making grabby motions with her little clawed hands.
A smile tugged at the corner of the blonds mouth. Lowering his slowly bleeding wrist, watching as the hatchlings little hands latch onto his arm and drag his wrist to her mouth. Turning his wrist, some of the blood that had beaded at the wound and dripped onto her face and she let out a cry.
One of pain, his blood was burning her. He yanked his wrist away, startled by her reaction and what his blood did to her. Reshis was currently trying to get Zaishvaer out of Lihvatu's arms, his cerberus ears flattened tightly against his head and he gripped the elder dragons cloak, yanking on it and growling.
Giving the cerberus's his crying vampiric, Lihvatu licked his wrist to stop the bleeding, grabbed his cane, and walked of while the boy was trying to calm down the hatchling.
"She can't feed off me..." He murmers, "Not only can't I fight alongside my brothers, but I can't even feed the youngest of our species."
He could feel his resentment for the young girl grow. He could feel the curse of Insanity that plagued his kind trying to make him lose control. But he pushed it down, he was one of the few of his siblings that could resist the urges that curse brought with it.
His stomach growled, how long has it been since he himself had fed? Thinking on it, it's been several months since his last feeding. He had his reasons for going as long as he could without one. One being that his mate, Scarlett, couldn't supply enough blood for the two monthly feedings he requireddue to his ailment. Nor did he like feeding of her fragile body.
Another secret he's told no one. Another one no one but him will know. That's just how it will stay, and that's just how he likes it.
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theinfox · 24 days
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Beaver Dam Diaries: Inside the Life of a Busy Beaver Builder
Beaver, scientifically known as Castor Canadensis, is an industrious rodent. It’s not just cute and cuddly (though they’re that too!), they are also skill architects, famous for their astounding feat of engineering – beaver dam. Just envision a sprawling network of sticks, stones and mud, crafted to transform babbling brooks into tranquil ponds. That’s merely a glance into the enthralling realm of beaver dam. Let’s dig deep into their life – from evolution to conservation status. Read the full article
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justmoreocs-writing · 5 months
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‘You might want this,’ Cas said, holding Erin’s spare inhaler out for her. Despite how Charlie had only ever employed him to keep Angel happy, Castor was under no illusions about that, he took parts of it seriously. Making sure there was always at least two inhalers with them at all times was one of the bits he refused to forget about.
‘Thanks,’ Erin said, gratefully taking the inhaler and tucking it into the side pocket of her microphone bag. ‘What’d you think about all this?’
Castor remained silent for a moment, his attention straying to where Angelica was up ahead, talking brightly with her father. Even not seeing Charlie’s face, Cas knew he was holding back a smile, that the babbling of his daughter might be irritating sometimes, but that at least they knew she was OK when she did it. A quiet Angelica was always far more worrying than a talkative one.
‘I don’t know, Erin,’ Castor admitted, looking back to her. ‘But it certainly ain’t anything good.’
‘It’ll be good for the documentary, right?’
Cas hummed his agreement, but he couldn’t help worrying that it wouldn’t be good for them, though. The whole thing was just a little too ominous for his liking. Not that Charlie had listened to his claims that it was a bad idea. He just hoped, for once, that Charlie was right to disregard his concerns. Even if he’d only done it out of pettiness.
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kissgoodknight · 4 years
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4 AND 12 W HERBERT — flyingcircus-ships part 2 electric bugaloo
4 already answered!
12. Are you and your f/o comfortable with saying “I love you” in front of others?
oh this is a good one lmao. i’m more comfortable with it than herbert is, and it’s not that he’s uncomfortable with it per se, but he does like to keep up his facade of “cold and unfeeling scientist.” (i think he’s trying to convince himself more than anyone else, though, cause anyone can see this absolute fool is in love) 
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your-loving-prophet · 3 years
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Castor stares at Sammy in shock and horror. "... M-Mr. Lawrence?" 🖋
*the Prophet’s attention turned from Foil to Castor, a laugh escaping the monster*
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*he is babbling as he steps towards Castor. the words “Sammy”, “food”, and “hunger” can be caught*
@lost-sheep-castor
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clovis-enthusiast · 4 years
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Lotsa Clovis headcanons that you can pry from my cold dead hands
Keep in mind that these are just MY HEADCANONS! None of this is canon unless specifically stated! Feel free to agree or disagree. I juts rlly love my boy and his cabin and will gush about them for hours if given the chance.
Since there is a lot, I’ll put them under the cut so as not to clutter ur feed with my rambling! So uh click ‘keep reading’ to see me babble about my all time favorite character! Hope u enjoy if u read em and always feel free to send me a message about ur own headcanons! (I’m always thinking of more, so this post might be updated every once in awhile!)
He is very French. He was born in France and lived there for a short while before he and his mother (the reason I say mother instead of parent is because it was hinted at in canon that he has a mother. my go to name for her is Camille) moved to the US due to monster related problems. (He has a French last name. Something like Valois is my go to.)
French is his first language but because he moved to the US when he was quite young, he is very fluent in English. He often switches between the two languages when he’s EXTRA sleepy without noticing leading to a lot of confusion (and you can bet that he DEFINITELY swears in French because not many people at camp can understand him when he does. Those who do have a newfound respect and fear for him.)
He was initially a longtime member of the Hermes cabin even though pretty much everyone could guess who his godly parent was.
Was DEFINITELY a part of Luke’s army at one point due to the fact that he looked up to Luke as the older demigod had always treated him like a little brother, AND his godly brother Morpheus was also on Kronos’s side of the war. However, Clovis did not stay with them for long once things began to get bad and returned to Camp Half Blood with time. (Morpheus and Clovis now have a strained relationship.)
Best friends with Lou Ellen Blackstone of the Hecate cabin. They were both temporarily on Luke’s side of the war and were held with suspicion and distrust when they returned to camp, so they tended to stick by each other while the other campers warmed back up to them. Because of this, they are now very close and are always goofing around (much to the annoyance of the other head counselors aside from the Stolls, of course.)
Definitely had a thing for Nico di Angelo in the past. As the two boys are both the sons of underworld gods, Clovis had already felt a certain tug towards him. When he heard Nico’s story from the camp’s rumor mill (thank Lacy and Mitchell for that one) he became utterly infatuated. Over time, his curiosity turned more into a little crush which then became a BIG crush, but as neither Clovis nor Nico are really all that great with normal human interaction, the son of Hypnos’s flirting techniques sort of went unnoticed. That’s why Nico seems to be the only one being pulled into Clovis’s dreams at any given time despite Clovis being a ‘very strong dreamer.’ The truth is that Clovis has full control over who enters HIS dreamscapes. He tries desperately to impress Nico and help him out wherever he can, but when Nico eventually chooses Will to be his boyfriend, Clovis, though a bit sad that his first crush in a long time didn’t share the feelings, is VERY supportive. He loves to tease Nico about how hopelessly head-over-heels the broody teenager is over his sunshiney boyfriend. And if the two were ever to break up for whatever reason in the future? Well, Clovis is definitely still up for a shot.
Clovis and Nico are still VERY close. Clovis is one of the only people that Nico feels comfortable enough to be himself around and often confides in him whenever his negative thinking gets the best of him. Clovis also plays a big part in Nico regaining the memories of his past when he’s ready which he will forever be thankful for. The two obviously spend a lot of time together in dreams and greet one another in a warm fashion whenever they come across each other by chance at camp. This confuses literally everyone because literally no one has ever seen them interact before?? How are they friends?? 
Has HISTORY with Drew. No one is really sure what kind of history (it seems as if there was a little bit of memory erasure throughout the camp on the situation... hm...) but most people speculate that the two shared a romantic relation at one point in time. Turns out, they were NOT compatible, and the whole thing went up in flames. Drew still holds a huge grudge against Clovis who acts as though he could honestly care less. He still treats her politely though there have definitely been some not-so-subtle nasty looks cast across the campfire towards her direction before.
Also very close with Lacy and Mitchell from the Aphrodite cabin. Lacy feels terrible about Drew’s trash-talking and rumor-spreading and eventually works up the courage to say hi. They became fast friends, and Lacy definitely has a bit of a puppy-dog crush on him, but she is much too young for Clovis. He sees her as a little sister and allows her to put makeup on him, do his hair, and even tries on dresses and such just to make her smile. Mitchell, on the other hand, became friends with Clovis out of spite in all honesty and ended up liking the sleepy blond a lot more than he thought he would. He might have a teeeeeny tiiiiiny crush on him. Don’t tell Lacy.
Close with Pollux of the Dionysus cabin. Pollux sees a lot of Castor when he looks at Clovis which is a huge comfort to him. The two counselors have a lot of deep talks late at night, and Clovis always makes sure that Pollux is sleeping well without being haunted by nightmares. Dionysus would never admit it, but he is very thankful that someone cares that much about his only son.
Good friends with Rachel Elizabeth Dare surprisingly! He helps her out often, and the two like to sit and chat about mythology, artwork, and prophecies in the big house and at the campfire.
Has allies and friends in high places. Due to his powerful dreaming, he’s been to quite a few strange places and met quite a few strange people... or you could call them the gods, I guess. He knows a lot of the gods and goddesses from all kinds of mythologies (though obviously more of the Greek ones than anything) and they seem to like him well enough for some reason. (Probably because he’s one of the only demigods who doesn’t want to strangle them and doesn’t mind listening to them complain about petty godly things.) He often has little chats with them where he keeps them updated with the going ons of Camp Half Blood and they keep him updated about... godly drama. He kinda lives for it tbh. It’s part of the reason why he’s so informed about the gods.(Annabeth is maybe just the tiniest bit jealous.)
He’s a year round camper because it would be much too dangerous for him to go back to living with his mother. He stays in contact with her via dreams, letters, and Iris messages though!
MUCH more powerful than he lets on. He just doesn’t like conflict. 
One of his most frightening abilities is the ability to summon terrible creatures from people’s nightmares and use them to fight. He doesn’t like to do this as it can be very traumatizing for the people he uses it against, AND it’s not always a guarantee that the nightmare creatures will obey him.
His other more battle-ready powers are the ability to put an entire battle field into a deep slumber and memory alteration/erasure. He can use his memory alteration/erasure on monsters of weaker defenses AND demigods (though he feels much more comfortable using it on monsters.) He uses these powers to alter how monsters/enemies perceive demigods. Because of this, there are quite a few friendly hellhounds and scythian dracanae wandering about the camp. All of his powers are VERY draining and take a lot of concentration in order to work as intended. He will often sleep for days after a battle because of this.
He is also capable of fighting whilst asleep. In fact, his senses are heightened, and he tends to perform better this way. He also heals much faster while he is asleep. 
It is speculated that he will either grow wings from his head or his back, but it will not happen until he grows older. It’s a rare trait that few Hypnos kids (and Thanatos kids) develop, but due to Clovis’s power level, everyone is pretty much waiting for it to happen.
He can change his appearance at will in his dreams, but his aura is still the same, so he can still be identified pretty easily by people who know him personally. (As a side note, his eyes pretty much change color on their own to reflect the mood of the dreamscape he’s currently in. Gold, emerald, and violet are the most common colors. His true eye color is blue.)
Doesn’t really care about gender all that much. He has absolutely no problem with people referring to him using any pronouns (she/he/they) and is quite comfortable with himself in general. Many demigods who are questioning their gender comes to talk to him about it, and he’s always open to hearing them out and giving them advice.
VERY bisexual. Likes girls, guys, literally anyone who can keep him awake and interested for more than five seconds.
The unofficial official camp therapist.The role used to belong to Will Solace, but the truth is that the son of Apollo is much more comfortable dealing with physical ailments and problems he can fix medically than he is with dealing with feelings and mental ailments. Clovis is a very good listener despite the popular belief that he’s too busy nodding off to actually hold a conversation with properly and has a very calming aura that helps people feel safe enough to be vulnerable with him.
The go to babysitter of camp. Due to his Hypnos kid vibes, he is able to keep even the most rambunctious demigod and satyr children under control. His nap times are legendary. 
VERY big on respecting people’s privacy and boundaries. He tries his best not to enter any dreams uninvited, and he never talks about what goes on in people’s dreams ever. He also NEVER looks into people’s memories without their permission. He makes sure his siblings follow these guidelines strictly.
He literally lets anyone come into the Hypnos cabin at any time to get a good rest. The cabin has an open door policy.
New campers are often allowed to stay with the Hypnos cabin if they’d rather not face the chaos of the Hermes cabin.
Contrary to popular belief, his cabin is actually NOT the messiest cabin. The Hermes cabin wins that one though they’re followed closely by the Ares and Hephaestus cabins.
He and his siblings are some of the closest in the camp. They meet up and hang out in each other’s dreamscapes and have family nights. Clovis is the oldest AND is a head counselor, so he is very protective and responsible when it comes to his siblings.
Gives AMAZING massages. Leo and the entirety of the Hephaestus and Ares cabins are regular customers. Fight me. 
Actually a very good strategist when it comes to battles and such given that he’s awake enough to actually communicate his ideas. If you get them on your Capture the Team game, you’re already doing good. Annabeth and the Athena cabin love the competition, and they’re nearly unstoppable when they work together with him.
Clovis suffers from TERRIBLE narcolepsy, even for a son of Hypnos. It’s gotten him into a lot of bad and dangerous situations such as falling asleep mid battle, mid conversation, and even in the bath once when he was little. He has developed a fear of heights and water due to his condition.
Holds a lot of frustrations towards himself. Frustrated that he ever turned against the camp that offered him a home, frustrated that he couldn’t help Jason restore his memories, frustrated that couldn’t help more in the war against Gaea, just... frustrated. He tries to sleep off these negative moods because he doesn’t like to bring people down.
Absolutely not opposed to cuddling with people who are okay with it (he always asks first!) It’s a surefire way to get a good night’s rest since you’re so close to him, plus he’s very soft and warm!
Has a good singing voice, but just isn’t confident enough with it. He pushes through his insecurities to sing lullabies to those who really need them though. His lullabies are unmatched. 
Adores cats with all of his heart due to their lazy and relaxed nature, but he knows that he could never be able to care for one well enough. 
ALWAYS wears pajamas. Like all the time. Chiron has given up on enforcing the dress code. He also made sure to have custom made camp bracelets instead of necklaces to be sure that none of the Hypnos kids are choked/strangled by them if they happen to fall asleep in a bad place or position.
Lives in the past. Old movies, old music, old slang, you name it. I mean, he practically sleeps for the majority of his life, so it’s not all that surprising that he’s a bit behind the times. He thinks the modern age moves much too fast for him to keep up with.
The demigods of camp take turns making sure Clovis and his siblings are taking care of themselves. Walking them to the showers and dining pavilion, making sure they get a little sunlight each day, and the bare minimum of training.
He is the best boy.That is the only FACT that I do not accept criticism on. Thank you.
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lizmisfitmuses · 3 years
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Castor and Fams Past
So my friend @theoneandonlymagiscientist asked me about Castor and Fams Past which I am probably not going to include in their bios. (I will most likely link this post in there but most of this is going to be under a read more because super angsty backstory tbh)
(tw for child abandonement, child abuse and child neglect)
Okay so Helios, Nerida, Celiban and Castor grew up together at an orphanage. They were all abandoned for different reasons. 
So Hellios had just turned five when he was abandoned at the orphanage. He only had a note saying he was “cursed with fire” and that his parents couldn’t let him hurt his other siblings. 
Nerida was the next to show up, abandoned a few months later as a babbling infant a few months old. She was left with no note but it didn’t take long for the older kids to figure out why she was abandoned when they gave her a bath and her legs turned into a tail. 
When Nerida was two and Helios was eight, five year old Celiban apeared with a large scar across his jar and stitches over his left eye hidden by his hair. He had flickered invisible while his father was drunk and his father shattered a bottle of whiskey over the childs head. The head of the guard of the town he was from took him on horseback three towns over to this specific orphanage with orders to never tell Celiban where he came from. 
The last to appear would be Castor at no older than a week. He was left with a note writen by his mother that he was cursed with evil magic but she didn’t have the heart to kill him. Eleven year old Helios took responsibility for him when he first arrived. 
The lady who ran the orphanage was a sadistic monster. Not many of the children who lived at that place ever aged out. The older kids did their best to help raise the younger. It wasn’t a large orphanage, no more than fifteen or sixteen kids there at any one time. 
Helios did his best to take care of the three ‘siblings’ he took under his wing. Celiban was a brilliant theif from a young age and was able to steal food from the nearby town without the Orphan Keeper finding out.
The other children were terrified of Helios and his siblings. /Especially/ Castor when his powers first started showing up. Luck manipulation mixed with stressfull situation is a terrible combination. 
(Next few paragraphs are about how Castor got his scars, last chance to bail)
When Castor was about five and a half the Orphan Keeper pulled him aside and offered him a deal. She would provide his siblings with more food and clothes and things in excange for him doing her little ‘favors’. Castor, wanting to absolutely anything to help his older siblings agreed immediatly. 
Unfortunatly those favors were the Orphan Keeper torturing him. Broken bones, whips, red hot pokers, knives, anything the sadistic monster could get her hands on. She knew dark magic, enough to heal his wounds enough for him to hide them from his siblings but it was painful. The wounds didn’t heal right and the scars look horrific because of the botched healing magic. 
His necklace, which he claims was a gift from a friend, was actually from her. She stole it off the corpse of a moon elf. Castor uses it to mask his scars making his body look normal despite the deep damage done to it.
It was Celiban who figured out that the orphan keeper was hurting Castor, though to this day he has no idea how bad, just that Castor was limping on time and it was gone the next day. Even after all these years Castor is just as stuborn about making sure that they never find out about it.
That was their breaking point. They were planing on waiting until Helios turned eighteen to flee but unfortunately it didn’t turn out that way. 
Celiban ended up killing the orphan keeper. Castor helped him while Helios and Nerida packed everything they could carry so they could get some distance from the orphanage before anyone found the body. Not like they would for a while after Celiban basically cremated her in her own torture dungoun after she died. 
So the four of them were on their own and on the run. Caster had just turned seven at this point, Nerida was thirteen, Celiban fifteen and Helios almost eighteen. 
It was several years before the siblings met Florus and Aella. Castor was the one to come home with the two children in his arms when he was twenty two. Florus was nine and little Aella was only a few months old. They all instantly adopted the two children into their family. Nerida taking the main role as care taker while the others worked, though her siblings are all very close to the two of them in their own ways. 
(Okay I wrote this all in one go because I am typing fast. I am /sure/ I am going to revise this later)
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enastrcs-moved · 3 years
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{ @freedomscall​ asked: 💋 | for castor, im not sorry } send 💋 to shut my muse up with a kiss
He was babbling. Rambling nervously about feelings and friendship and just how much Anders means to him and the conversation had turned entirely one-sided. Castor hadn’t even noticed when Anders stood up and approached him until it was far too late. Worn hands held his face and then his words were cut off by Anders’ kiss.
Kiss. Kissing. He’s kissing me! 
Castor’s mind blanked for a moment as he attempted to grasp what was happening. Anders’ lips were soft and warm, but his kiss was firm and meaningful. Shut up, idiot. His breath tickled his nose. Anders pulled away after a moment and Castor chuckled bashfully.
“Yeah, alright. Fair enough,” he said with a smile before kissing the mage again.
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housamodrabbles · 5 years
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Ok your probably getting tired of me but this will be my last ask for a while so don’t worry😉
My ask is a HC of MC being Pollux missing brother, Castor. from his wiki and methodology Pollux is bast off of his brothers name would be Castor. And how would Pollux react as well as the beserker because I’m pretty sure they all know about Pollux search for his brother annelids recognized the sort of resemblance in the eyes and wings?
Hmm, Imma go under the assumption that MC still has memory loss, so if it isn’t to your liking I sincerely apologize!
Pollux:
Pollux was in the Berserkers guild for two reasons: 1) It’s a thrill to fight against strong opponents, and 2) he knows his brother is the same way. Though, if he had to be honest with himself, he was beginning to lose hope that you’ll ever come here for a fight. As much as he loves his brother, he still holds some doubts about how Castor feels to him. He shared his immortality with him, without really taking into account his thoughts on it, so he always had this thought that his brother might hate him for it.
When you finally show up, he was absolutely jumping for joy that you’re finally here. He saw you show up for your first fighting match, and as soon as you got out, he bounded to you ready to babble about his adventures here in Tokyo.
However, he was hurt when he found out that you were here for Kengo and not for him. He didn’t say anything about it though. It only hit him when you asked for his name, as if you didn’t know him. Pollux doesn’t know what happened to you when you went missing, so having amnesia wasn’t so far-fetched.
Brotherly instincts start to kick in, and now here he is, helping you whenever he can once more. You’re sweating? Here’s a towel! You’re hungry? Got you a shit ton of snack! You want to nap? He’ll sew the blankets if it’s faster!
Well, to Pollux, it doesn’t really matter how many memories you’re missing. The both of you have enough time in the world to make more. He’s happy to finally have his brother back
Ko-fi
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"I'm surprised how content you seem to let me run this operation."
"You've been leading it the entire time. Why interrupt? You know what you're doing."
"I do, but, all due respect, you've been very quiet about how much training you may or may not have on a planets surface."
"I have about as much practical experience as the rest of this team," Castor pointed out to the collection of units babbling under the next overhang, "All of it in enemy territory, most of it alone, and none of it in this reflective crap."
"Roger that."
"Burkley?"
"Yes, Cap'n?"
Castor looked out at the blizzard, "Someone fresh off the line could do my old job in this weather. Tell me really, what chance do we have?"
"After this long? We don't have one."
Castor only nodded
"I'm sorry"
She looked at the bright red of his uncovered nose and pointed to his scarf. "Put that back on. Stay warm."
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abalonetea · 5 years
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okay, so! @thebisexualpirate brought to my attention that I haven’t done a wip introduction for Groundhog Day for a while! so, to old followers that want a reminder, and to new followers just starting out, let me introduce you to the light of my writing life, Groundhog Day!
on a meta level, dual video games were released. Fields of Fara, a classic rpg fantasy, and Fara Falls, a more gritty counter-game. these games take place in lands that are almost the same, with characters that are almost the same. they are part of a larger set - the Fara Chronicles - in which every game model is based off of Fields of Fara.
on a level that is far more pertaining to the story, we follow a motley cast of characters within the confines of their two versions of Fara, as their games glitch up horrible, and they are set down a path no one expected.
a long time before the story begins, the First Glitch descends on the world of Fara. at this point in time, the kingdom loses their king, their prince, and their princess...and in her grief, the Queen takes off to lands unknown, trying desperately to hold her HEART together, and leaves the kingdom in a state of disarray. so when Midnight, a queen from lands forgotten, comes to offer her aid, they happily hand her the crown.
and for a time, all is well. at least, that’s what the masses think. but then the First Glitch evolves, and suddenly, the time loop that the kingdom is trapped in can be remembered by more than just Aba, the plant elemental forced into a villain’s role. suddenly, Blue, a paladin that doubles as a Royal Scientist, can remember the loops, too. and, suddenly, more glitches are cropping up all over the land.
this is where the story begins - with a new glitch, one that sends Blue into the neighboring game of Fara Falls, and his counter part, Red, into Fields of Fara. what follows is a race to get home before Blue meets his Game Over that quickly turns into something else, as new bonds are made, family is forged in coding and Hope, and a New War threatens to shake Fields of Fara to its very core.
who’s the cast?
Queen Midnight, of Fields of Fara: the most beautiful woman in all the lands, and a refugee from Twill, a land deleted during the Beta Wars. she seeks to turn Fara into a utopia, where no one ever ages, where no one ever dies, and will do anything to preserve her kingdom...even kill off half of it.
Blue: a paladin in Fields of Fara that works as a scientist in the Royal Labs, helping research the Code of the World and, in his free time, studying the multi-verse theory. hit by a glitch that has him at one HP indefinately, fighting is far from his mind. he can summon Looney Tune style black holes to cross throguh the Void.
Locke: a knight-in-training from Fields of Fara, and the Goodest Good Boi in all the lands. he’s dating Blue, and they’ve been living together for years. fights with bone magic and fire magic. has a thing about killing, and is always looking for the best in people.
Motti: one of the Butterfly People from Fields of Fara, and Blue’s lab partner. she’s a tired little worker moth that doesn’t have time for any of this bullshit.
Flame: a fire elemental and the general for the Fields of Fara Royal Guard. he’s a war hero from the Delta Wars that drinks too much and lives alone with his bird dragon, Wrinkles. his loyalty is wrapped up in too many promises, and he’s something of a personal mentor to Locke.
Polynya: a water elemental and captain of Fields of Fara’s Royal Guard. she’s the Queen of the Seafire and led the guard through the Delta Wars. she will do anything not to have to fight in another war. dating Ginia.
Ginia: a plant elemental that runs a flower shop in the Capitol. she was a paladin during the Delta War, and now dates Polynya. during the story, she’s wrangled into the position of Royal Gardener.
Aba: the first character to be caught in the glitch. his coding has been altered by Kee, forcing him into a plant elemental state, as well as changing his title from HERO to VILLAIN. near fifteen years of dying and loops has left his mental state altered, his HEART damaged, and his code fractured.
Kee: the villain. don’t trust her.
other people of note in Fields of Fara include Miss Denna, Razzle, Cordial, Cocoa, the Collector, the Butterfly People, and the Witch of the Woods!
Queen Midnight, of Fara Falls: lost to her Level, she is a fracture of her former self, twisted and bitter and violent. she rules the kingdom with an iron fist, and hosts balls that double as executions. her Level is 100.
Red: a paladin who lost his magic due to a head injury when he was younger, he’s been living with Bolte since they were just kids. he’s a fixer, of clothes and flesh, and tries his best to patch Bolte up when he comes home bloody. bitter and filled with a lot of inner turmoil.
Bolte: the General for Fara Falls’ Royal Guard, a knight that fights with bone and fire magic. with a Level in his 30s, and a lot of scars under his belt, he’s traded in his Goodness and Hope for the world, in favor of keeping Red alive. would burn the country down for Red. very brusque. comes off as an asshole.
Captain: head of the Royal Guard, a crocodile woman with more scars than scales. missing an eye, and with a booming voice, she cuts an intimidating figure. very close with Bolte, and biding her time until she can over throw the Queen.
Celeste: the genderfluid spider bard that runs the Casino, and a host of other illicit activities. sometimes snacks on people, with a flair for fashion and a strange fondness for Blue. they’re better than you.
other people of note in Fara Falls include Denna, Castor, Rattcliffe, Anna, and the Corrupted!
a brief glossary of terms
HEART: the physical embodiment of your life force
Game Over: dying
Inventory: an endless space where you can store items
EXP: points gained for killing someone
Level: the weight of your HEART
finally adding my tags to this! going through the “Tag later” tag oops
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Amateur Classics Hour: Naming Nero
Fun fact babbling time!
Historically speaking, the guy we generally know as Nero was born Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus (his father being Gnaeus Domitius Ahenobarbus). He shared this name with his paternal grandfather and countless other forebears, as Romans were generally not big on creative nomenclature. Ahenobarbus means “bronze beard”; legend had it that an ancestor’s beard was turned red after an encounter with the divine twins Castor and Pollux. 
Then he was adopted by his stepfather/great-uncle, Claudius, and renamed accordingly to Nero Claudius Caesar Drusus Germanicus. After Claudius died the Drusus got swapped out for an Augustus, hence Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, which may or may not be burned into your corneas from countless loading screens. This was a mashup of names from various sides of the imperial family. 
Nero’s stepbrother Britannicus, who was not happy about being supplanted, was said to needle him by refusing to stop calling him Domitius. A Roman historian writing over a century later attributed a rousing speech to Boudica in which, among other impugnations of Nero’s masculinity, she called him Domitia.
As seen above, the feminine form of Domitius would be Domitia, or possibly the diminutive Domitilla; Nero’s paternal aunts were named Domitia and Domitia Lepida. 
Caligula canonically refers to Nero as, well, Nero, though historically he would’ve been well dead by the time Claudius adopted her. Not the first time Nero and Caligula’s timeline doesn’t quite mesh quite aside from the entire male/female thing. My own headcanon is that it was her nickname for some time before it became official. It was a family name, after all, and one of the most recent bearers happened to be an older brother of Caligula and Agrippina, who died imprisoned in exile under extremely questionable circumstances. 
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frankensteined · 6 years
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today at a very local con (’local’ as in literally less than ten minutes from my house lol) i got to send my latest custom rudy to a brand new home! he’s with ari millen now! so, that was definitely a cool experience, and ari was of course super nice (and super patient when i was nervously babbling for like a solid ten seconds at the beginning like the extremely uncool person that i am, so thanks for that, ari!). and he signed my castor log book!
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now, i’ve gotta actually set up a twitter account soon, cuz i told him i’d make one so i can tweet him the picture of the others i made last year
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shy-necromancer · 6 years
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16 with... emcas?
16. Over and over again, till it’s nothing but a senseless babble"I love you." Emrys murmurs as he presses another kiss to Castors face. He sat straddling Castors lap, hands resting on the sides of Castors face as he showered him in kisses."I love you," He says again, kissing the tip of Castors nose, "I love you, I love you, I love you." He mumbles, pressing a series of kisses to Castors cheek. "I love you. I love you I love you." he continues peppering kisses along Castors jaw, words slipping together until it was just sound as he continued down Castors neck, he presses one last kiss just below Castors ear before pulling back, resting his forehead again Cas', "I love you so, so much."
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your-loving-prophet · 3 years
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[Well this... this didn’t seem good. Or sound good. This probably was a terrible situation. Goddammit. They’d thought they had seen just about everything there was to see at this point, but NOPE, THEY WERE WRONG. Seeing Sammy get stabbed would have been bad enough on it’s own, but... This made it so, so, so much worse. Upon seeing this they let out a small squeak. Saying they were scared would have been an absolute understatement.]
~ 🦋
*Sammy did not even notice them. he’s taking steps towards Castor, his movements twitchy and erratic. he is growling and babbling about food. hunting. lambs*
@lost-sheep-nix
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difficulttoforgive · 3 years
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SOMETHING about ‘i write down good reasons to freeze to death/ in my spiral ring note book/ but in the long tresses of your hair/ i am a babbling brook’. broom people in general is somewhere between castor and modern wuxian
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