#mother of griffons

[thirstforhelmets]

Vergil Loving The Shit Out of His Wife

Even though she childish and bothers him to no end.

Loves getting a rise out of him at every opportunity.

Randomly kisses him but violently cringes whenever he gets back at her with sappy poetry or terms of endearment.

Also he’ll kill anyone who thinks of touching a hair on her head or re-directing their wrath onto her.

That raven that keeps messing with her potted peppers on the front porch though?

Vergil’s cool with them.

#Vergil #Vergil dmc #vergil x reader #vergil/reader #chaotic love interests #Vergil has so much fun everyday with them #he will -never- express it publicly #but hand holding is okay #and his wife knows the boundaries in public #also #it can also be Nero's Mother if you want! #it's free real estate #Vergil sitting on the front porch with a book #pretends he doesn't see the raven messing with the peppers #smiles a lot at it though #makes him think of his time as V with Griffon #bet he wouldn't mind to eventually re-direct the bird to spending time with him #then it starts bringing him all sorts of presents and shinnies #while the wife DEATHGLARES at both of them through the front window #Chaotic Love AU

[laurelsofhighever]

A list of potential cures for the Calling, that we know about, that BioWare has apparently forgotten

Andraste's grace: it's not specified whether the flower the kennelmaster has you pick in the Korcari Wilds is Andraste's grace or if the game just needed a one-off asset and decided to reuse one they already had. However, in the dark future in DAI, Leliana is found to have unusual tolerance for the taint, and in DAO she talks about her mother pressing her laundry with dried Andraste's grace flowers, so it makes you wonder. Anyway, the flower stops Barkspawn becoming a ghoul and seems to make them immune to the taint from that point on.

Maric's longsword: he finds it in the Deep Roads and is suprised it isn't covered in the same Blight-rot as everything else - until, that is, he touches the sword to a patch of it and sees it wither away. Whether it's the dragonbone the sword is made of or the runes on the blade is difficult to say, though if it was just the dragonbone then it would make sense for that to be a more well-known property of the material (and would have been an interesting reason for why dragons were hunted to extinction). If Alistair carries it with him, doesit slow the progession of the taint through his body? Does he know its effects, and give it to the HoF to help keep them safer on their journey to find a permanent cure?

That obsidian dagger Duncan finds in The Calling: the dagger belonged to First Enchanter Remille - who also gave the expedition members brooches that accelerated the spread of the taint. iirc the both the dagger and the brooches are made by the Architect with Blight magic, which means the darkspawn magisters have more knowledge of how the Blight works than the Chantry attributes to them.

Whatever the fuck is going on with Avernus: he hasn't managed to cure himself yet, but he's managed to make it to 200 and the Warden can let him continue his experiments if they don't kill him - and he'd be a really useful resource if the Warden later wanted to send him other potential cures for testing.

Dragons: they have an ability to isolate the Blight in their bodies by forming crystaline cysts around the initial infection to stop it spreading. Useful if it can be more widely applied. Also, it's implied that Maric's reaver blood, which Calenhad gained by mixing his blood with a dragon's, is what somehow cured Fiona of the taint, kinda like a reverse STI, BUT in the Deep Roads they went through an area where the walls were coated in a pale, chalky substance suspiciously devoid of Blight-rot and she touched it, so I'm a bit suspicious of that.

Blood magic: makes sense since the taint is a problem that starts with infected blood. There are two major instances in DA canon where blood magic has been used to purge the taint from an object or being (both by elves btw). The first is Isseya using it to draw the taint out of a clutch of unhatched griffon eggs, which she says is only possible because the taint hasn't yet taken over the hatchlings' bodies to the same extent that it had with the adult griffons. The second instance is Merrill purging the Blighted eluvian in DA2. It's insane that Anders - who is a reluctant Warden and who possibly knows the HoF seeks a cure - isn't more excited about this. She literally removed the Blight from a fully tainted object. Since Isseya proved the same can be done with living tissue, it's probably the closest we've come to an actual cure, but since it also took years there's no telling if it could be a practicaly solution for all Wardens

#dragon age #dragon age meta #da meta #i know HOF is looking for a cure 'deep in the west' but really #we all know that was just to get them out of the way so DAI's problems weren't solved in the first five minutes #grey wardens #hero of ferelden

[pleistocene-pride]

Rüppell's vulture also called Rüppell's griffon vulture, named after Eduard Rüppell, is a large bird of prey in the genus Gyps which is native throughout the sahel and eastern Africa including the countries of Algeria, Benin, Burkina Faso, Burundi, Cameroon, the Central African Republic, Chad, The Ivory Coast, Djibouti, Eritrea, Ethiopia, Gambia, Ghana, Guinea, Guinea-Bissau, Kenya, Mali, Mauritania, Niger, Nigeria, Rwanda, Senegal, Somalia, South Sudan, Sudan, Tanzania, Togo, and Uganda. Here they tend to inhabit grasslands, mountains, and open woodland. Rüppell's vultures are diurnal and very social birds, roosting, nesting, and feeding in large flocks. They spend much of their time flying at great altitudes, using strong winds and thermals to efficiently soar they are known to regular cruise at upwards of 20,000ft (6,000m) above the ground with some known to go as high as 37,000ft (11,300m) making them the highest flying bird. These vultures locate food by sight only, and often follow herds of animals. Once they find a carcass they swoop down, land a little way off, then bound forward with wings spread and their long neck outstretched. Even amongst old world vultures, Rüppell's vultures are specialized feeders with a spiked tongue and strong beak they can strip flesh with ease, and feed upon pelts, hides, and even the bones themselves.  Reaching around 33 to 41in (85 -103cms) long, 14 – 20lbs in weight, with a 7.5-8.6ft (2.26 -2.6m) wingspan. They are one of the largest vultures in Africa, both sexes sport mottled brown or black feathering overall with a whitish-brown underbelly and thin, dirty-white fluff covering the head and neck. The base of the neck has a white collar, the eye is yellow or amber, the crop patch deep brown. The head does not have feathers. This species of vulture is considered to be monogamous, forming lifelong breeding pairs. They nest on cliffs in colonies up to a 1,000 strong. After courtship a pair will work together to build a nest using sticks, grass, and leaves that they have gathered or stolen from other nests, here the mother will lay 1 egg. Both parents share in incubation of their egg over a period of 55 days. Once the chick hatches, both parents will feed and tend to it for about 150 days when it fledges. Young remain dependent on their parents after fledging, not reaching independence until the next breeding season. Under ideal conditions a ruppells vulture may live up to 50 years.

#pleistocene #pleistocene pride #pliestocene pride #pliestocene #bird #dinosaur #vulture #ruppells vulture #africa #asia #europe #eurasia #flying #griffon #griffin #griffon vulture

[icycoldninja]

the DMC boys (Dante, Vergil, Nero, V) finding out reader is pregnant???

Sparda boys + V x Pregnant!Fem!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Freaks the hell out--not out of disappointment or anger or anything like that, but out of excitement.

-Immediately starts researching dad jokes so he and Vergil can have a "dad-off" to see who can be cornier.

-Also helps you decorate and stuff, giggling and laughing the entire time.

-Talks a lot about his plans for the baby; how he wants to be a better dad than his was, how he wants to prepare it for demon hunting, and how he wants to train it to insult Vergil on sight.

-He's also got a whole-ass list of pranks to pull with the baby prepared, from chucking water balloons at your unsuspecting neighbors to TP-ing the neighborhood houses.

-Other than that clearly childish mischief, Dante's already rocking the "middle aged dad" vibes so he'll do fine.

■ Vergil ■

-His first thought was: "Oh no, not again."

-Vergil was legitimately afraid of having another child after what happened with Nero and his unknown mother, however, you managed to convince him that this would be different and that you wouldn't be going anywhere.

-Vergil had a lot of nightmares and troubled dreams the next few weeks. Though his heart wanted to believe you, his damaged mind had other plans, which it revealed to him in the form of horrible visions.

-With your help, and a lot of time, he got over these dark thoughts and began to see the light in having another child.

-Though he wouldn't dare speak it aloud, Vergil was convinced that the baby would reunite the Sparda family once and for all: Nero would finally have a sibling whom he'd want to visit, allowing Vergil to spend more time with his son, and since he, Nero, and the new baby would all be together, Dante would naturally join in and the boys could be bros again.

-After having that revelation, Vergil became noticeably more excited for the baby's birth.

□ Nero □

-Nero is excited but terrified.

-He's more than happy to learn you're expecting, but since he's so young, he's worried he won't make a good dad. You'd think he'd ask his parents for help, but no...he never knew his mom and his dad is less than pleasant.

-So, what does he do? Nothing. He puts his hood up and sits on the couch, doing nothing in tense silence.

-After an hour or so of brooding, he decides, fuck it, he's gonna wing it and be the best dad the Sparda bloodline will ever see.

-He proudly announces this fact over dinner at Devil May Cry, eliciting mixed responses, particularly from the soon-to-be-grandpa.

-You and Nero will be excellent parents who raise a happy, healthy child, he'll see to that.

● V ●

-Doesn't even know what being pregnant means, and can you really blame him? The only piece of literature he's ever read is William Blake's poetry, it's a miracle he can tie his shoes. Oh wait, he wears sandals.

-Griffon knows, somehow, and explains what it is. The minute the realization dawns upon him is the minute his eyes widen, his mouth drops open, and he nearly passes out.

-A baby, a real life baby is brewing gestating in your tummy and it's his?! He helped make life!? What?!

-V is ecstatic! He can't wait to read this baby bedtime stories, sing it lullabies, and rock it to sleep.

-Even his familiars are preparing; Griffon is ready to give it a light show with his magic and Shadow keeps bringing dead birds as gifts.

-V might be a complete noob when it comes to living life, but hey, so is your baby, so they can figure things out together.

#Dmc #Dmc5 #devil may cry #Devil may cry 5 #Dmc dante #Dmc vergil #Dmc Nero #Dmc v #Dmc5 dante #Dmc5 vergil #Dmc5 Nero #Dmc5 v #Devil may cry dante #Devil may cry 5 vergil #Devil may cry5 nero #Devil may cry 5 v #Dante x reader #Vergil x reader #Nero x reader #V x reader #Requested #thanks for requesting #icycoldninja writes #Headcannons #Fluff #Fluffy

[ventique18]

Edit: this post was made months before Diasomnia release.

- Delusional OC sketches and headcanons: Malleus' mama and papa -

*seduce, not saduce lmao sorry I'm tired

Malleus Draconia never met his parents, but Lilia could vividly remember them as if he only last saw them yesterday. Malleus' father (whose name also happened to be Malleus) was a student of his and had a consistent air of superiority about him-- he walked and talked with such confidence befitting that of the majestic horns that adorned his head like a crown. In dragon anatomy, you see, large, beautifully sculpted horns are a clear indicator of how fertile and desirable its genes were. So there was never a doubt that this man was a natural attractor for many a woman.

... Except nobody ever stuck with him. The prince had a terrible personality. He went on and on, on and on with prattling about anything and everything under the sun (actually mostly about weapons and griffons and philosophy and geography) to the point that ladies thought he was self-centered and was looking for a mirror to marry, rather than a wife. That was not true however. He was simply an excitable boy.

He had reached a record age of three centuries (still wifeless) when he decided that being stuck in Briar Valley was limiting his viewpoint of the world. He had enrolled at an academia overseas, and that was when he met his future bride: Matilda. Upon meeting eyes with her, he had known that it was love at first sight. (It was not. He merely thought having another dragon fae as queen would benefit his country.) And so, relentlessly, day in and day out, he pursued her in order to win her affection.

The lady simply treated him like furniture, however.

Still, everyday he would sit at her table in the library. He would first attempt to flirt with her, but as he noticed how focused she was in drafting her blueprints, he would give up and eventually become engrossed in whatever he was studying. He would scribble down notes and make commentaries to himself about this and that, and to be honest... She found that quite endearing. He had a frivolous mouth, but he was earnest in his pursuit of developing his country.

She had been secretly watching him, and one fateful day, she accidentally let out a giggle. A secretive acknowledgment of his presence. And of course, sharp as his draconic ears were, he returned her gaze and happened upon her beautiful smile.

That was when he realized that the words he sang to her-- the "you're lovely as blooming flowers in the spring", "your voice is as melodious as a crystal bell in winter"-- were all very, very true. The next words he had uttered were finally taken straight from his heart, and then for the very first time since they met, she had replied to him with lips upturned in an elegant crescent.

The following year, when he returned to Briar Valley for the holidays, his mother Maleficia almost squealed in pleasant surprise that her son had brought home a lovely bride. It was a blur after that. Lilia could recall how the castle seemed to have turned upside down with how lively it had suddenly gotten; secretive dates, a wedding, a coronation, pregnancy woes, and... a sudden despair.

The couple had created life, but paid for it with their lives.

Whenever Lilia was recalling this story to the toddler he was tucking under the covers, he would come to a sudden halt. Little Malleus would ask why, but he would just shake his head and ruffle the boy's hair.

"I was just thinking how great a king and queen your father and mother had been. They were strong, and brave, and kind..."

"Will I grow great like them, too?"

Lilia paused and gazed into the boy's eyes. Then, with a smile, he stroked his tuft of hair and patted him to sleep.

"Of course, dear. Now sleep. A future king needs to be strong and healthy to be great. You won't grow up without sleep!"

They were gone too early. Far too early; they never even saw what their child looked like beneath the shells.

For now, he would burn every moment of this boy's tiny smiles in his memory, so that he could recall in detail every moment of this child's beautiful life when he finally reunites with his old friends.

#there's zero lore on briar valley and so i did it myself #twisted wonderland #twst oc #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge

[lizzy-bonnet]

What I can't cope with, OK, is L.M. Montgomery's use of bedrooms as a site of both autonomy and belonging. When Emily arrives at New Moon, she has to share the bed with Aunt Elizabeth and feels she is in bed with a griffon but when she moves into Juliet's old bedroom in the "lookout" she is overcome with the sense of nearness to her mother as well as having true space and freedom for the first time at New Moon. Later, she loses a lot of this sense of place and independence moving into Aunt Ruth's spare room where she doesn't have to share a bed, but can't even choose the pictures hanging on the walls - at the same time she loses her freedom to write fiction. Jane hates her bedroom at 60 Gay Street, finding it "hostile and vindictive" - in many ways just like Grandmother Kennedy, but at Lantern Hill, her father lets her choose everything that goes into her bedroom and she is allowed self expression. Her friends give her gifts to furnish it, as emblems of their love for her. Like Jane, Valancy has no control over the furnishings in her room, from the painted floor to the tacky artwork to the dingy and unwelcoming furniture, but she's so constrained that her only rebellion is to throw the jar of potpourri out the window because she's "sick of the fragrance of dead things". To have a sense of self, she imagines a magnificent castle as an escape and is delighted to find Barney's house is just as good a place to be who she wants to be - free from her family, making her own choices. Anne, upon marking the first anniversary of coming to Green Gables, reflects on the garrett room and finds it "as if all the dreams, sleeping and waking, of its vivid occupant had taken a visible although unmaterial form and had tapestried the bare room with splendid filmy tissues of rainbow and moonshine." Before Green Gables her life was probably a mix of dormitories and makeshift beds in attics that she couldn't change, in versions of her life with no freedom or affection. THEIR BEDROOMS ARE SYMBOLS FOR THEIR LIVES OK. When their rooms are controlled by others, their inner/emotional/creative lives are constrained. When they have their own rooms, they have autonomoy, they choose furniture, they have freedom, they have themselves, they have love, they have me gnawing armchairs about it.

Also funny that both Valancy and Emily are tormented at various times by inescapable portraits of queens - I do wonder if LM had one in her home that no one would let her take down.

#emily of new moon #lm montgomery #lucy maud montgomery #the blue castle #jane of lantern hill #anne of green gables #please tell me if this is true in other lmm books because I haven't read all of them yet

[minticecodes]

[ID: 4 digital illustrations around the concept of fem!V. 1) Cartoony coloured illustration of V eating scaly demon meat with a blank expression. Blood splatters her face and chest. A stray hair dangles in her face. She grips the bones coming out of the meat in both hands like a cartoon hunk of meat. 2) Coloured illustration of V looking aside with Griffon perched on her shoulder. They're half shadowed in blue. 3) Hatchlined sketch of fem!V leaning on her cane with an unimpressed expression. She's tall and willowy, in pants rolled up to her calves, and corset under her coat.

4) 4 panel comic. Panel 1: Vergil and Dante walk forwards, Vergil in foreground, Dante in background. Dante (hands clasped behind head, curious expression) 'Say, Vergil.' Vergil (walking ahead, blankfaced): hm? Panel 2: Vergil looks behind to Dante. Dante (back to viewer, hands still clasped behind head): 'Ya got any clue why V looked like a lady?' Panel 3: Vergil looks aside in thought, represented by a 'loading' symbol. Panel 4: Vergil (expression unchanged, but with a transparent trans pride flag in the background): 'It must have been our mother's human half made manifest.' Dante: neat. Dante: Think I'd make for a cute babe? Vergil: 'Don't fool yourself.' End ID]

i think it would be neat if V/Vergil was a lady.

#devil may cry #v dmc5 #dmc #v dmcv #v devil may cry #genderbend #vergil #dante #in those first 2 pics please insert inane mental Griffon V conversations #cough ok the outfit isn't very original but it /was/ stolen from a guy. not much of a choice #after DMCV when Vergil figures out World of V she can go ham with a new wardrobe for V. #Perhaps a stereotypical poet look? Bellsleeves and fancy neckwear #which after some time becomes part of her usual wardrobe too #maybe i'll draw a pt 2

[ystrike1]

The Silent Daughter of a Duke and the Cold Emperor ~ The Child I Found in My Past Life Became the Emperor ~ - By Bekio (8/10)

I love it when a reincarnation story makes sense. It also takes place in an established universe and NONE of the characters are inserts from the modern world. It's cute, quirky, and very dark. I didn't peg the love interest as a yandere until his full backstory was revealed.

Lady Eleanora, an unwanted child of a nobleman, used to be a hideous monster named Pie. She likes her new life, but her snotty family thinks she's miserable because they... frankly look down on her. Pie was a homeless vagabond, so living in a smaller house with unfashionable dresses is no problem for her.

Eleanora is dense, but it's in a fun way. She doesn't feel all that attached to her family naturally, because she used to live alone in the woods. She thinks life as a noble lady is rather silly and boring, but she's not a jerk about it. She still does her duties as a daughter. The mistreatment she goes through doesn't affect her much at all. Some of the humor in this is above average.

Ok, so to be clear Pie has moved on with her life. She's fine with her life as Eleanora. She only had one friend in her former life. A lost boy who kept his identity a secret. His name was Ham. It was a nickname of course, and he gave her the name Pie for an equally random reason. Their relationship was super sweet, but Eleanora thinks he is not her concern. It's been many years. The boy has either grown up or died.

Eleanora still has her hick accent. Hahahaha. It's not a bad joke and it's helpful. Her voice is easy to recognize, even though she doesn't look like a monster anymore. She's pretty but unpopular because of her family. They spread bad rumors about their own daughter. Sofia, her younger sister, is favored over her because her father remarried.

Ham grew up and became the Emperor, Alexei. He is known for his coldness. He took as much power as he could, because he wants to execute everyone who caused Pie's death. I think he maybe did it already. There was a pretty big time skip.

Here's what happened. Young prince Alexei was murdered, but his mother gave him resurrection powers. He can only be killed under very specific circumstances. So, Alexei dies in the woods multiple times before Pie finds him. Here's the saddest part. Pie was never a monster. She was just a deformed human girl, who left her village because "her appearance was causing trouble for her parents"

....sad...

Ham is very happy with Pie, but he cannot let go of his hate. Pie just says that she enjoys his company. If he does have a bad side that's ok. As long as he respects her and treats her well. Most people run screaming at the sight of her, so she appreciates him.

After Pie is killed by his Knights, who invaded the forest to find him, he feels guilty. He really loved Pie, and he also doesn't trust anyone. The Knights who came for him had ulterior motives as well. Nobody really cares for him. They just need him. Big difference. Anyway he's a really tough guy now. He's nearly impossible to kill. Only death by aging can get him, basically.

Alexei is devoted to Pie, even though she is dead. He has no thoughts of love. Only revenge and his power. His servants fear him. He's unpopular with fussy nobles because he's impossible to corrupt. He has a goal he will not let go of. I'm sure that he's managed to kill a bunch of the Knights already, but that's not going to be super relevant...

Pie is back. He...might let go of his darkness and be happy with her. Eleanora doesn't recognize him. He recognizes her first, and he's very happy. Also, Pie/Eleanora can communicate with magical beasts. She is a powerful and beautiful potential Empress. I like this kind of reincarnation plot. It's like a classic fairy tale. True love over beauty. Griffons everywhere. The atmosphere is nice!

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #manga #otome isekai #isekai #The Silent Daughter of a Duke and the Cold Emperor ~ The Child I Found in My Past Life Became the Emperor ~

[bigsnaff]

morally questionable things koorn has done:

used inquest research to transfer the consciousness of dokks' elderly griffon into an experimental cyberscale without permission. didn't understand the big deal. "I helped her! she was old and infirm. much like someone else I know."

has tased cyna in the leg for calling him short and then cried about it (being short) afterwards

threatened phyroh with a taser to get back on the operating table so he could start dissecting him

threatens to tase people in general actually

while at rata primus whenever somebody would ask him where the bathroom was he would instead just lead them to a supply closet and lock them inside

has sewn two different severed arms together, revived it with necrotic magic, and called it "army"

forged his mother's digital signature to get a shipment of spiders sent to his rival in rata primus

#guild wars 2 #gw2 #my characters #koorn

[gigi-does-art]

Continuing to assign RE characters a species of birds! Now with re7 and re8 characters (plus Barry because I forgot to add him to the previous one qwq)

(Part 3)

Ethan Winters: Mourning Dove

Mia Winters: White-tipped Dove

Eveline: Groove-billed Ani

Alcina Dimitrescu: Trumpeter Swan

Karl Heisenberg: Eurasian Griffon Vulture

Mother Miranda: Long-tailed Shrike

Rosemary Winters: Diamond Dove

Barry Burton: Bronze-winged Jacana

#ethan winters #mia winters #eveline resident evil #eveline #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #karl heisenberg #mother miranda #rosemary winters #rose winters #barry burton #resident evil #kind of got distracted so this part took a bit longer qwq #basically all the winters are a species of dove #thought it would be fitting for them! #also lady dimitrescu’s daughters are all cygnets #I cant believe baby swans aren’t called officially swanlings #that’s such a missed opportunity 😭 #part 4 will most likely include characters from the shows and movies #as well as some characters from other games

[put-me-out-of-my-destiny]

With all the talk about Sparda's fate lately, I'm imagining that there's a demonic afterlife where Sparda's just been waiting around.

Imagine Sparda laughing his ass off when Beowulf arrives, and tells him of his defeat at the hands of Dante and Vergil.

Imagine Sparda swelling with pride when Griffon arrives, and tells him how Dante showed him compassion, then seething with rage when Griffon tells him what Mundus has done to Vergil.

Imagine Sparda's heart soaring when his beloved wife - somehow - makes her way into the demon afterlife... Only to realize that she was someone else entirely. Imagine Sparda getting to know this young devil who, like himself, served Mundus before waking up to justice, and gave her life to defend his son. Imagine Sparda learning that Vergil was slain by none other than Dante, wondering why he never arrived - perhaps he is with his mother now? Imagine Sparda bidding this woman farewell, and wishing her luck finding a sense of home in the human world.

Imagine Sparda welcoming a young man-turned-demon who once served evil in his name, before giving his life to protect those he loved. Sparda learning from this man that he has another descendant, and realizing that he's a grandfather.

#devil may cry #headcanon #sparda dmc #i'm not gonna tag for every character of course #quen speaking

[the-griffons-saddlebag]

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#illustration #digital art #dungeons and dragons #dnd #d&d

[kendo413]

Wenclair prompts

Wendnesday shows up next semester wearing the snood nearly at all times. She also seems to be carrying weapons everywhere, pulling them from the snood itself somehow.

She won't tell Enid specifically what she did to repair it, but whenever someone compliments the snood Wednesday nearly smirks when she replies, "Thanks. It has pockets."

(Wednesday gave the snood pocket dimensions because there's a stalker on the loose, and she won't be caught unarmed. Kind of inspired by the Eldritch Scarf item from Griffon's Saddlebag)

Enid gets sent to Normie school since her mother says she is barely a real outcast/werewolf anyway. She is drawn to Wednesday Addams: the girl who radiates grayscale.

#fanfiction prompt #wednesday #wednesday and enid #wenclair #wednesday addams

[megatraven]

Astoria Kiddos and Parents

hi im meg and i like astoria sooo much but im soooooo normal about it!!!! anyways todat ill be looking at all the astoria kids and how they look like (or don't look like) their parents :] and maybe some extra stuff

⚠️⚠️LONG POST AHEAD⚠️⚠️

The Cyprins

(This is the only pair i can use a last name for. tragic. but so so so good. ill explode. <stuff a normal person says about their normal interests)

(pictured: Alex, MC, and Jason)

Jason takes after both of his parents, though Alex more than MC. His hair is short and swooped, like Alex's, and he has Alex's eyes (both shape and color). His hair is darker than MC's, but lighter than Alex's. He's got MC's face shape, but takes after Alex in skintone.

In terms of Aura, his sheepdog doesn't really take after the deer or the peacock that his parents have.

He inherited a love of music from his parents, particularly Alex.

The Hydras

(that's as good as the category naming will get for this post :) but i enjoy it nonetheless)

(pictured: MC, Misty, and Hydra)

Misty inherited Hydra's dark black hair, though her hair is long like MC's currently is! Her skintone is closer to MC's than Hydra's, and she has MC's eyes.

Like Hydra's serpent aura, Misty also has a reptilian friend... a lot, actually! Though her aura snakes are still small, they'll be growing with her, as her power does. She takes after her dad in this respect.

And, like her dad, she has a big love for ramen :)

The Medusas

(pictured: Medusa, Saffi, Celeste, MC)

Saffi and Celeste are a good blend of their parents; they both have brown hair with red streaks, though the brown is notably darker than MC's. Their skintones match MC's more than Medusa's, and in addition to that, they have MC's eyes.

Celeste's aura is a lion cub, and Saffi's is a seahorse, neither of which relate to their mothers' auras.

Saffi is more introverted, like Medusa, while Celeste is more of an extrovert, like MC.

The Astraeuseseses

(pictured: Astraeus, Juno, and MC, and Juno)

It's a little hard to tell what color eyes she's got, but they definitely look more brown- like MC's- than purple like Astraeus'. Her hair takes after Astraeus, dark black.

We don't know too much about her since she's so young, but she has started developing an aura at this age (Extremely Early!!!!!!) and helped take down Hercules, so it's safe to say that she'll grow up to be a badass like her mom. And her dad. But mostly her mom. (I think Astraeus would agree.)

The Hades...es

(i did not think this method of category-naming through!)

(pictured: Hades, Osiris, and MC. And than Hades and Osiris again)

Osiris looks a lot like his dad! His hair has pink streaks in it, just like Hades'. I can only assume that Hades must have naturally black hair and he dyes it lavender, on account of Osiris having black hair where neither of his parents do. (<This is a joke. Just like genetics are.) He also has Hades' skintone. His eyes don't match either parent, but they would definitely be closer to MC's brown than Hades' purple. His eyebrows are thin like MC's :)

This little cutie's aura is an owl, which is much closer to matching MC's peacock aura, than it is to matching Hades' reaper.

And for the sake of accuracy...

(pictured: Nemean, Orthrus, and Cerberus)

None of Hades' boys look like him, save for Cerberus in terms of skintone. His hair actually does look a lot like Osiris', though, now that I think about it... Anyways, they don't look like Hades because they're his adopted sons, but they're his sons nonetheless and I will include them :] And because MC married him, they are also now her... sons-in-law... even though they're all older than her :D

The Cerberuses

(i'm done with the names that end with 's'!!! woo!)

(pictured: Cerberus, MC, Davy, Hyacinth, Griffon, Ceres)

[claps hands together] these two need to stop having kids!!!! damn!!!

Davy's hair is the lightest of the bunch, and his eyes are more golden than anyone else's... except Cerberus! Who also has gold eyes typically, just not in these two CGs for some reason. Curious :0

(pictured: Cerberus, for proof of golden eyes!)

Davy's skintone is closest to Cerberus, Hyacinth's pretty in the middle of his parents, and Griffon and Ceres both match their mother. All of them (minus Davy) have dark brown hair, just like both Cerberus and MC. Hyacinth, Griffon, and Ceres all have brown eyes, like their mother.

The boys each have a bear for their aura- definitely closer to Cerberus' dogs than to MC's peacock. Not just in being cute, fuzzy mammals, but also in that together, they're three bears. Like Cerberus' three dogs :) Just as well, Ceres' arctic fox aura is closer to Cerberus' dogs, too.

The Chimeras

(last one!!! other names to call them: the royals. the future in-laws to the valentine gang. the last ones.)

(pictured: MC, Robin, Gawain, CJ, and Chimera)

Good to know that ten years down the line, Chimera is still lowkey obsessed with hotdogs. Anyways.

CJ and Robin have Chimera's bright green eyes, while Gawain has MC's brown ones! They're all blond, like Chimera, though Robin's is a little darker than the rest. CJ, ironically since she's Chimera Jr, has Chimera's skintone. She's basically what Chimera would look like if he was about 60 years younger and grew his hair how. Gawain takes after his mother here again. Robin is closer to Chimera's skintone than MC's.

(pictured: Robin, older)

I also just wanted to share an older picture of Robin, the only one of the kiddos we get to see grown up, as they're a character in another Lovestruck series, Villainous Nights.

Back to the topic at hand, CJ's aura is a chimera, just like Chimera's, though it's turquoise in color. A nice mix of gold and green- a nice mix of MC's and Chimera's :) Gawain has a Bird of Paradise, which is closer to MC's than Chimera's. And Robin's is a Hyena (like the one on their shirt when they're older), which is... closer to... the lion part of Chimera's aura :)

Thank you all for coming to my TED Talk today

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Hey-ho, go on and tell us about how much everyone in DMC swears and do include your characters!!

Oh bless you for asking me an easy one on a Monday evening lmao. I do have thoughts a-plenty.

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Let's start with the least sweary of the bunch and work our way up.

Vergil is almost as obsessed with dignity and an honorable appearance as he is (or was) with power. Swearing is uncouth and very un-Sparda-like, in his opinion. The worst you'll get out of him is a highly threatning "You..." with a full gamut of implied swearing. Or something like "buffoon" or "cretin". He's entirely capable of digging through a thesaurus for obscure ways to insult people.

On the other hand, V will say "shit" when things truly are as dismal as they can get. Quietly, under his breath, but with pathos. Griffon does 90% of the swearing for him. And if we believe Griffon, Shadow does about 9% of the rest but he refuses to repeat what she says, claiming it's too vile. But it's Griffon, who buys it, right?

Now, Kyrie, sweet and lovely Kyrie is a master of the Precision F-Strike. She has the patience of the saints and she's raising three boys and a whole-ass adult child who swears like a sailor. So her moments of dropping F-Bombs are very rare, but always editorial. Kyrie however has the amazing ability to be insanely passive-aggressive when annoyed, all while being incredinbly pleasant... and capable of making "thank you" sound like "fuck you, you soulless bitch".

Roy, Tess' elderly, sweet familiar, has a patience threshold that reaches beyond the moon. He is the epitome of the unflappable, stiff-upper-lip Brit without being British. It takes a lot to motivate him to swearing, but get him there, and he swears quite heartily like a Scottish sailor... and not above employing long-dead languages. But do expect you to insult you on the sly or call you a "silly cabbage" which is somehow more insulting that being called, say, "fuckface", coming from a being as old as he is.

Contrary to his image, Dante swears surprisingly little. He needs to be made really, really mad to start dropping F-Bombs and again, his threshold is pretty high. Childish insults don't count, which is why he'll happily call some hapless demon "buckethead" and shit all over their skills in battle without swearing.

On the other end, Trish will swear only when inconvenienced, and mostly under her breath. She learned swearing from Dante and has become aware that a lot of Dante's swearing is incredibly childish and infantile and therefore cringe. Her association with Lady is definitely helping. She's more likely to laugh at someone than call their mother something unpleasant.

Lady swears when particularly frustrated, which is rather often. And much of the source of her frustration is Dante. Or demons. Or shenanigans that cost her money. Or hijinks that damage her equipment, which costs her money. The woman has many reasons to let it rip and she does. She's very fond of rude gestures.

Nero is the problem child, this kid will start swearing loudly and heartily at the slightest provocation and loves pissing people off by insulting their mothers. He's not very creative about it... yet... but he's getting there as he hangs out with people who know more swear words than he does. He's very good at stealth insults.

As angry and sweary as he is though, there is yet another level he can only aspire to achieve... and he pays attention.

The sweariest and most vehemently offensive of the bunch is Tess who makes up for her small stature and unassuming looks with a wellspring of vulgarity and cursing that is as deep as outer space. Piss her off enough and her speech becomes a constant, uninterrupted stream of vile swearing that can go on without repetition for 5 or 6 minutes in about 4 different languages. Nero is in awe of this woman and Dante winces when she suddenly goes off like a grenade. He is wholly convinced this is a matter of stature-- "She's tiny, so all her rage and spite and swearing gets super concentrated."

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[draw-you-coward]

memory of a lover

ao3

The Grove is vast in its bareness, the arching boughs of the Pale Tree the only established structures in the open space. Trahearne considers this now as a brother presses him, concern in his wringing hands.

“I do not wish to harm her,” he entreats. “Say I can shape my Dream, Eldest Brother, and I shall at least have your word’s security behind my sculpting hands.”

Truth be told, Trahearne has no idea what will harm their dear Mother and what will not. “Do what you will, but start small,” he advises. “Come to me if you have any hesitations at all, and I will speak with her to guide your path.”

Kahedins clutches his arm with both hands, squeezing in thanks. Trahearne watches him leave, uncertainty nibbling at his vines. But he dismisses himself with a brusque shake of his head—even with all their emptiness, there is no space in Mother’s branches for his doubt. He must lead his fellow sylvari in their endeavors, staying strong and flexible as a young tree no matter the winds that batter it.

“Another crisis averted by your leading hand,” a voice murmurs into his ear. He barely represses a shiver, turning his head to the side.

“Riannoc,” he greets as a hand cups the back of his neck. It is an easy to thing to give in, to taste the warm mouth pressing to his. It still feels new, this, despite them being joined for many months now.

“Eldest amongst us,” his lover returns, just scraping low enough to be teasing. “Have our siblings worn you out yet today?”

The casual regard for his wellbeing makes his heart swell. “Kahedins seeks only a path forward,” Trahearne defends regardless, not entirely knowing why. “If I can assist him, why shouldn’t I?”

Riannoc holds his face, worry in his brilliant eyes. “I do not wish for you to stretch yourself too thinly, dearheart,” he says. “Kahedins—or any of them—can wait until the morrow.”

Trahearne leans into the touch, although he is caught on how to feel about the words. Yes, they can all wait, but they do not have to, if he can help them. Then again, why does his soul yearn so for the rest and care his beloved provides?

“I suppose you’re right,” he acknowledges, perhaps a bit too easily. Riannoc smiles, radiant as the sun.

“Perfect,” he says. “Make no mistake—I harbour no desire to discourage our brother from his pursuits. He has even said he will shape us a house, though the Grove is already our home. Imagine that—privacy. We can do much out of sight from seeking eyes.”

This time his tone is certainly teasing. Trahearne feels himself flush. It is ludicrous how easily this man can summon such a response in him, when his role amongst them all is to retain his composure. Ludicrous, embarrassing, and a little dangerous. Riannoc probably delights in his mysterious ability.

A strong hand winds around his waist and he yelps at it, caught by its grip and surprise. Riannoc grins, his daring spiking the Dream—he has too much, more than enough for both of them and then some—and pulls him close.

“But nothing that cannot be done beneath a shadowed enough canopy,” he says.

“Rian—noc!” Trahearne pushes at him, though his indignation is spiking to something warmer. Riannoc is—he is a lot, sometimes, and he wants… things, other times, perhaps more than Trahearne would want them, but that are nonetheless thrilling. And he has a way of getting what he wants, just as he had gotten Trahearne, and speaking of having Trahearne—

Roza surfaces from the Scrying Pool with a cooling inhale, shaking the water from his head. Well. Never should anyone say that history is boring. Trahearne, seated on the pool’s lip, reaches down to help him out.

“Did all go well? You emerged rather abruptly,” he asks in concern as Roza swings his legs out of the water.

“You were about to start fucking. Thought it might be best to make my exit.”

Trahearne makes a face like he has just stepped in a mountain of griffon shit he somehow hadn’t seen directly underfoot. Roza grins at him, wringing out his braid.

“Not that the show wouldn’t have been entertaining,” he says, “But I have better things to do with my two minutes.”

Trahearne doesn’t even argue that. “Thank you for—by the Tree. There should really be some sort of censor.”

“I could feel everything you were feeling—woo!” Roza fans himself. “You definitely have a type, by the way.”

Trahearne gives him a long-suffering look. Roza chuckles and bends down to his diary on the ground to note his observations. Strong build, slightly above average height, strong grip. Woo. And a twinkle in his eye that he does not think a commemorative statue can capture.

“It is a kind thing you are doing,” he says when he has written all he can remember. “The newborn need guidance now more than ever, in this new chapter of society. Your home will give them a connection to the past that is ever more elusive.”

Trahearne shifts, always uncomfortable in the face of sincere praise. “It was not just my home,” he replies. He looks down. “Is not. He… would not have wanted it to stay empty and purposeless as it has been all these years. To turn it into a place of learning is a connection to our younger generations he never had the chance to form. I think I just did not want to share.”

Roza lays a hand on his arm. “He was very special to you,” he says in a lower voice. “I could tell. The respite he offered to someone in your position must have been so very rare and precious.”

Trahearne looks sad. “It was,” he acknowledges. “We had our disagreements, but… in the moment you just saw, he was mine alone. Then he died and became everyone else’s.”

Roza squeezes his arm. “I am sorry,” he says softly.

Trahearne swallows his sudden grief. What is it, to attack him here? Not just for Riannoc himself, but for every circumstance they were in in those early days. How could they have known how much they would lose? They barely knew how to live, and then they knew how to die.

“Thank you for agreeing to do this in my stead,” he says. “I do not know if I could have… well, you are aware.”

“Of course, darling.” Roza tips his head to the side, a gleam in his eye emerging not unlike one from thirty years past. “Do you want to stop at the Diving Pelican? The Priory?”

“As a consolation prize for knowing you nearly experienced getting skewered by my old lover firsthand?” Trahearne grumbles good-naturedly.

“As a consolation prize for perhaps never getting to do the skewering yourself, hm?” Roza bats his eyelashes. “Although you did not seem to have any issue with that.”

This is what he gets for opening the gates to the wilderness. “Let us away to the Priory,” Trahearne chooses, getting up. “I am taking advantage of your pass to the restricted section.”

“Didn’t seem terribly restricted,” Roza shoots in right before the gates close. Trahearne taps him on the tip of his pointy nose as admonishment.

“Get it out of your system before we get there,” he sighs, resigned. They wave to the gate guards as they near. They salute smartly.

Roza salutes back. “We are heading straight for the erotica,” he bargains without moving his mouth.

“Deal. But no stealing,” Trahearne returns similarly.  

“We’ll see what you say when we get there.”

Which is fair. Trahearne takes his hand, and they step through the gate.

#trahearne #riannoc #roza #writing #drabble #gw2 #i have written it 👁👄👁