[ID: Digital art in the style of engraving illustration. On the right, there is a lighthouse behind a small cottage, with trees beside them. In front of the cottage there is an outcropping of pointed boulders, descending to a beach. On the far left, there is a figure standing on the outcropping, one arm extended. The light from the lighthouse’s beam reflects on the clouds and the back of the figure, who seems unaffected by the pelting rain. The windows of the buildings glow orange as though there is someone home. End ID.]
oooh u wanna go read my victorian au ooooooh u wanna go read it so bad
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Between commissions I finally managed to finish this OC set of parent characters! If the looks aren't enough to show you who their kid is, the background colors match them ^_^ but of course more details below!
Name: Thuban
Name origin: The former pole star, before the north star (Polaris), it's name means "Large snake" and is referred to as the “Dragon's tail”
Pronouns: He/him
Age: N/A
Relation: Raised Polaris, though they're not related by blood and have a somewhat distant relationship, until he suddenly went MIA
Weapon: Spear (Same as Polaris's)
Ethos (Power): N/A
Flaw power is based on: N/A
Notes: Make no phallic jokes about the large snake thing and you'll be rewarded
Name: Ananke
Name origin: A moon of Jupiter, named for the mythological spirit of necessity, inevitably, and compulsion
Pronouns: She/her
Age: -
Relation: Bella's mother, she raised her to be a warrior
Weapon: Bardiche
Ethos (Power): Indomination (The ability to freeze the movement of objects and people, and lock them in place)
Flaw power is based on: Her strict enforcement of obedience through authoritarianism, and a lack of concern for the wishes of others
Notes: She believes in tough love. It's better in the long run to give your kid strength rather than affection.
Name: Rhea
Name origin: A moon of Saturn named after the Titan known as the mother of the gods
Pronouns: She/her
Age: 38
Relation: Saiph's mother, though she gave him up to the guild when he was very young
Weapon: None
Ethos (Power): None
Flaw power is based on: N/A
Notes: Was unable to take care of a baby at the time, and gave Saiph to the guild. She wishes she'd visited beyond that but it's probably too late now...
Name: Arche
Name origin: One of Jupiter's moons, it's name comes from the muse of new beginnings and is associated with springtime
Pronouns: He/him
Age: 7
Relation: Saiph's half-brother. Neither currently knows the other exists
Weapon: None
Ethos (Power): None
Flaw power is based on: N/A
Notes: He's just a little guy. He likes flowers and playing with toys. He wants to be a cool hero like his dad
Name: Poerava
Name origin: A star in Tucana, the Maori word for a black pearl of mystical beauty and perfection
Pronouns: She/her
Age: -
Relation: Al's mom. She mostly raised him on her own while her husband was with the knights.
Weapon: None
Ethos (Power): None
Flaw power is based on: N/A
Notes: Probably the best parent of the bunch if we're being real.
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Remember when I wondered if Shuu cooked human gourmet meals just to pretend to be normal for a bit? Consider: he makes gourmet meals but for his pets. Like his horses be eating good. His fish have like, fancy bloodworms and that. Iykwim.
Also. If he considers Hori a ‘pet’, maybe he makes her nice cheesecakes or whatever? Like Shuu seems to be someone who gives gifts bc he doesn’t know how to express love verbally (like he says flowers are a source of happiness and gives them to Kaneki and Hinami frequently), so maybe that’s how he expresses fondness of her.
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i think i read a science article theorizing fictoromance as like, a "trial run" for irl romantic relationships. with sort of the implication being, the irl ones are the "real and valid" relationships.
and yk, maybe this is a thought people have, maybe not, but in any case-- i can't agree with that, as someone who doesnt know if theyre even interested in irl relationships or not. my love feels pretty real to me! i don't want to define it as something thats just a precursor to an irl romance, or even necessarily a replacement for incompatibility with irl romance. because that still treats the irl romance/love as somehow inherently superior, which i don't think it is. the sentiment saying that fictoromance is compensation for lack of irl romance, i feel, is a sentiment saying, "you HAVE to love someone, you have to be the way normative society wants you to be or you're Broken and Weird," but the "broken and weird" is defined here under a cruel and arbitrary lens.
live your life how you want to. do what makes you happy. if its not hurting anyone who cares. love wins
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OKAYYYY I THINK I FIXED THE PROBLEMATIC HALLOWED BODIES CHAPTER AND ALSO MADE SOME REALIZATIONS
And there she is. Standing behind the counter. For a brief second, she’s no one else but herself—someone new to this city but not to him, the bravest parts of him even braver in her. Where has she been? He doesn’t care what he came here for—his sister’s here, hair braying in a tabletop fan, but the rest of her unmoving, unchanged. He can’t remember the last time he saw her. When she’d said goodbye to Harrison at their tent, he hadn’t actually looked at her. So the final memory of her face is filmy, barely clinging to the edges. But even before that, she’s a phantom. If she’d been reading Plath on the cabin’s two-seater, taking breaks only to reheat her stale coffee. If she’d gone swimming in the lake, her hair silverish in the moonlight. If she’d reached over him at dinner for another helping of potato salad or asked him to pass the salt. If she’d been voicing her plans to move into a Midwest bungalow to no one in particular. If she asked him to come with her. If he was even listening. The truth becomes very clear: he does not need a god, or cigarettes, but a sister.
and a feeding habits excerpt as contrast (harrison's pov):
“Where is he?” she asks, fluttering her lashes when Suz pats her arm. If Harrison is right, Reeve hasn’t seen her brother since she peered in on him in the tent, pearled a few smoke rings from Harrison’s cigar, and left for the east. Foster filled him in on the details of her eventual cross-country desertion, though there wasn’t much to say. How he’d last seen her at the motel, a margarita wobbling in her palm, what she’d said to him, to stay special, that there weren’t many people like him left, and how she had vanished like vapour by the time they realized to check. While Reeve hiked across the country by herself, Harrison and Lonan swam through nighttide and badly waltzed in a four-by-four bathroom. She made an anonymous life in New York City, hailing cabs with just her eyes, and learning the easiest cosmetics to shoplift. Alone. Her last memory of Lonan one where he pretended to sleep so he didn’t have to say goodbye to her.
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