#sir pleiades

[loaflovesdoodling]

FINALLY AAAAURGHAGAHAGSG BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS IN THE LAST FOUR DAYS JUST FOR THIS I'M GOING TO CRY

time taken: 15hrs

program used: Ibispaint X :33

#kirby ocs #sir pleiades #miss dulciana #oc ship #dulciades #oc comic #ship comic #it's like #3:20AM now #yeah I'll go to sleep

[boa35]

Cross: I know this probably won't mean much to some of you, but....all you guys done to make each other happy is inspiring to me...

Selene - @moon-mage

Twilight knight - @that-fanperson-meg

Fylass - @george228732

Ava - @avathestarwarrior

Good old times.....Good new times. It's awesome interacting with some of you, & I can't wait to get to know you guys more....

Wisp - @moon-mage

Buddy - @lostsoulau-ask

Dolly - @ilikesillythingswooo

Blossom Dee - @loaflovesdoodling

Although I might not be all that special.....but I know you guys are.....at least to me & lots of other people too... All i'm saying is... All your moments drive me to be better.... and probably other people, too...

Sir Pleiades - @loaflovesdoodling

Dero - @monsterhatdoodles

It's amazing how far you've guys gone.... And I have a lot of mixed feelings about it, but they're all good feelings thanks to you guys.... You guys made a lot of lives better, & my life better....

Thank you all so much.... I just wish I could repay you all somehow...

#kirby #kirby oc #boa35 #kirby ocs #kirby cross #selene (oc) #Dero #fylass #sir pleiades #dolly #blossom dee #buddy #ava #twilight knight #wisp (oc)

[george228732]

Based on a convo with @loaflovesdoodling

Poor Fylass, got anesthesia.

#fylass #my art #my doodles #archie #archieclover #kirby ocs #my ocs #not my oc #sir pleiades #i mean #his hands are there

[the-chaos-axolotl]

More silly songs I associate with poeples oc's

Family jewels by marina and the diamonds and should've been me by ripducer for selene @moonsharkss

Blind and frozen by battle beasts for sir Pleiades @loaflovesdoodling

#kirby #kirby oc #sketch #drawing #art #others oc #if you cant tell sir Pleiades is supposed to be holding candy bars for blossom dee :)

[monsterhatdoodles]

Pleiades is having a rough day

Sir Pleiades belongs to @loaflovesdoodling

Dollmaker (mentioned) belongs to @ilikesillythingswooo

#Kirby #kirby oc #dero #kirby ocs #others ocs

[galakianexplosion]

@loaflovesdoodling .Sir pleiades and Chaos having a cup of tea :D

Tried to make it look a bit dream like and stuff, idrk why i though an outerwordly aesthetic would look nice, i hope you like it!!!!!

#kirby oc #kirby ocs #others ocs #💠chaos💠 #THE SILLIES. #the tea fellows #art #oc #ocs #oc art

[ab--n]

My baby is so cute!

What do you mean what's up with the fire?

Sir Pleiades and blossom dee belong to @loaflovesdoodling

Flyass belongs to @george228732

Selene belongs to @moon-mage

#ab--n art #kirby #kirby ocs #others ocs #first shitpost #i think

[marvelousmockingbird]

Sir Pleiades and Blossom dee!! 🌸❤🗡

I had to Draw the Little One! I just had too!

These 2 Cuties Belong to my Bestie, @loaflovesdoodling Hope u love it!! ☺☺❤❤

[ausetkmt]

The earliest messiahs like Christ were Black and woolly haired.

The earliest messiahs, gods and goddesses on every continent were woolly haired Black people. Historian Sir Godfrey Higgins wrote, “The originals of all the Gods have been of the Black race”.

Below is a partial list of some of these Black Deities.

• Zeus, the top god and father of the gods in Greek mythology was naturally Black with woolly hair, since he originated from Afrika. His chief title was Ethiops, meaning burnt faced.

• Apollo was likewise Black and woolly-haired like his father Zeus. The world famous Apollo Theatre in Harlem was named after him.

• Zaha of Japan was woolly haired and Afrikan in appearance.

• Ixliton is the name of a Mexican god, meaning Black faced. Many ancient Mexican gods are portrayed jet Black with Afrikan features.

• Dilyehe, meaning Home of the Black God, was the name that the Navajo gave to the seven suns of Pleiades.

• Shiva, the husband of the mother goddess Parvati, (right) is the Hindu god of destruction and restoration whose aspect is usually terrifying, but can also be gentle.

• Tyr of Scandinavia was a woolly haired Norse god who preceded Thor as a sky deity.

The Spanish called her Califia and gave her name to their newly discovered paradise which is now called California.

• Scotia was a Black goddess and Egyptian princess after which Scotland is named.

• Kali meaning the Black One was the Great Black Mother as well as the Hindu Triple Goddess of Creation, preservation, and destruction. She is also known as Kalikamata, Black earth-mother and Kalaratri, Black night, and among the Tamils she is known as Kottavei. Kali is worshipped particularly in Bengal and her best known temples are in Kalighat and Dakshineshvara.

• Nidra the sister of Vishnu, is a Black-skinned goddess who is clothed in yellow and dark blue silk.

She was also known as Anath, Medusa, and the Egyptian goddess Neith. She was later whitened like the other Afrikan gods when adopted by the Europeans.

• Kar of Afrika's Nile Valley was the inner soul of Mother Earth. She was a beautiful ebony virgin who was the Heart of the World. Shrines of Karnak in Egypt and Carnac in Brittany were dedicated to Kar who was the Goddess of Agriculture, especially grain. She was called Kore by the Arabs and Greeks, and Ceres by the Romans.

• Circe, who played a great role in Homer's Odyssey, was the most famous female magician of all time. Ancient Greek drawings portrayed her as a beautiful Afrikan woman.

At • Delphi in Greece, the oracles of Dodona and Apollo were founded by two Black Doves or Afrikan priestesses from Thebes, according to Herodotus.

#Black Gods #The earliest messiahs like Christ were Black and woolly haired

[penwrythe]

(Late) Swordtember Prompt 30: Guardian

Sir Luther and his curio, Apolle, spend a lovely day out during the autumn month, Exalt.

Curios are child objects who are the offspring of a deceased living object, called the progenitor. When a progenitor dies a true death, they will yield a withered kernel which will be crushed to extract its germ. The germ is then replanted in a material pile matching their progenitor's material makeup. After a few months, the curio will hatch from their pericarp (egg) and be looked after by their caretaker(s).

Mini-story below:

"So, I have an announcement…," Apolle the cloak said as she and her guardian finally settled in a nice family tavern in Vintie, Southern Longormore. Apolle's Guardian, Sir Luther the broadsword, perks up at her words as he slides into a rack-chair on the opposite side of his daughter.

Luther smiled at her, "Oh, did you get a promotion at the Vintie Well Defense? That's great --"

"No," Apolle sighed, shrugging her fabric shoulders, "I wish. Especially for all the time I had spent writing records all day for them. I got something better instead."

From her side sachel, Apolle pulls out a scroll. On its front side is a wax seal, slightly broken from being opened some time ago. Apolle opens the scroll, revealing an elaborately decorated letter. Luther leans forward, his single eye wide open as he reads the letter's print. He makes a sudden gasp, realizing this letter is from Merope Academy, one of the seven magical Academies of Pleiades.

"This soon?" he said, astonished, "But, Apolle, you just turned 19! How?"

Apolle gives Luther the letter to read. "In my application to Alcyone Academy, I--ahum--mentioned that one time I saved everyone at the Well Defense from a massive fossil outbreak. My boss vouched for me, too," she said with a shy smile, "And I also mentioned that I'm Gwuenevere's descendant and I been studying to become a mage…"

"I never thought…oh my," Luther said, blinking away tears as he finished the letter.

It was twenty-one years ago when Gwuenevere died. She was well known for advancing alchemy and fighting for the rights of all fragilekind. She was a skilled war mage who defended the freedom of Erdestra, Luther's home kingdom where he was once a ruling Arch long ago. She was also his cherished friend and, later, beloved partner.

Someone who he deeply mistreated all those years ago. After Gwuenevere saved his struggling kingdom from his foolishness when she dethroned him during the Cumulus Wars, Luther desired to make up for his wrongs. Years later on the eve of Erdestra's last battle against Janthizera, she requested him to take care of her kernel should she die in combat.

He held true to that promise.

"Oh, Apolle…," Luther said as he looked back up to see Apolle smiling at him, "I'm so proud."

Apolle reaches out and holds her guardian's gloved hand with her own. "Guardian Luthia, thank you for helping me get this far. Your stories about Gwuenie inspired me. I wanted to be just like her when I grew up. Thank you for everything."

#swordtember2022 #characterdesign #worldofrelics #themundanerealm #objectoc #objectxenofiction #xenofiction #newadultfantasy #art #fantasy #tmr Luther #tmr Apolle #tmr Gwuenevere #my art #swordtember #my writing

[loaflovesdoodling]

Pleiades pleaded, as the Dollmaker's dagger dug deeper and deeper into his back, cutting right through his yellowish-colored flesh, golden blood spewing out, he had no way of fighting back, and stabs to the pancreas wouldn't have been enough to shut his cries up anymore.

Leaving him absolutely motionless.

The warrior could feel costant hits on his vertebrae, like a hammer on a nail, it was terrifying, disturbing. painful. His consciousness started fading away. All he could do... was look back.....

...and scream his heart out.

A.F.T.E.R.M.A.T.H.

Finishing her job, she fleed the scene, forgetting her dagger deep inside his back. It was now 2AM. Pleiades coughed, grunted, making a strong effort to roll over on the cold, wet grass. He wanted to spend his final moments of consciousness facing the stars. His only sisters at the moment.

He knew he couldn't die. But he was still scared. Limbo was near. He didn't want to go to sleep. Especially for that long. He tried to inbreathe sharply, but was cut off by violent coughs. He didn't have the energy to even cry. The warrior kept his eyes open, and finally stopped struggling.

"He art not replying... he art not reachable... Just what hast thou gotten thyself into, mine brother..?!" Dero muttered to himself, scurrying across the dirt and rocks. His five eyes curved, expressing concern and frustration. His mouth partially covered by his grey-ish neck fur that now messily stuck out his cape.

Pleiades should've been back from the bar an hour earlier. His phone wasn't available and nobody who was still awake had heard from him. The dim light of the first quarter shone upon the forest, attributing to it a feeling of gloom and dread. It felt like a circle of darkness that only condensed and reduced the already miniscule amount of air. It was obscure, claustrophobic, haunting.

"PLEIADES! WHERE ART THOU, MINE FRIEND?! PLEIADES!!"

The Dark Matter called out loudly.

Still, no response, until he came across peculiar footsteps leading to a trail of golden blood. And he knew exactly who that belonged to.

Running in that same direction, he found himself even deeper inside the forest. Scurrying along, he again yelled: "PLEIADES?? I HATH BEEN LOOKING FOR THEE FOR SO LONG!! WHY ART THOU NOT RESPONDING TO MY CALLS?!" and, again, no answer. His worry only grew with the overwhelming suspense and quiet, that was so long as the moment he picked up on the putrid odor of flesh and venous and arterial fluids. He followed the scent, and finally saw Pleiades.

There lied on the earth Pleiades. Motionless. Cut up and down by the sharp blade that now emerged from his stomach. His eyes open, gazing into the nothingness. His chest flat, not a puff of air leaving his nostrils or mouth.

Dero's eyelids grew apart in shock. He gulped, then shakily exhaled, stuttering as he hurried to his injured sibling:

"..h-how....... wh...at..?"

"P...Pleiades, can you hear me.. ? ..PLEIADES..?!"

"nonononononononono.... no... NO!! Please, please hang in there... STAY STRONG..!! PLEASE..."

"just... just... please just..."

he fumbled with his words, as he bit into the knight's torn cape and lifted him over his shoulder, now noticing the handle of the seemingly familiar dagger on the other side of him, buried far inside his spine; the Dark Matter hicked in frustration and worry:

"just give me a sign... please.."

it was then that, as he cradled him, out of Pleiades came a wispy breath, and there he knew. He was still alive.

"Hang in there, mine brother. Hang in there." he whispered, before hurrying out of the forest, following the same path he used to reach it.

It was another night of work at Cookie Country's Medical Center, as Henri fixed his gloves and face mask, making his way across the white-tiled hospital corridors. Just then, he stumbled across Casipan, who was pushing a medical cart to another room. They looked at eachother for just a second, before Henri acknowledged:

"Do you need help with that? I wouldn't mind performing an extra operation tonight."

"Ah, uh, no, thank you! I was actually just putting these back."

"Oh! Alright! Tell you what, I'll go get us both something refreshing to drink, I was gonna buy another water bottle anyway."

"You're way too kind. Here, let me pa--"

"Nonono, I insist!"

"Fine, but I owe you one."

"Haha, now don't be ridiculous. I'll be back in just a minute."

"Sure."

Casipan joked:

"I swear, more than just a water bottle, we'd need some coffee! It's such a quiet night here today that I might just fall asleep!"

to which Henri replied by chuckling. Until--

"HELP!!!! SOMEONE HELP!!!! PLEASE, WE REQUIRE IMMEDIATE ASSISTANCE!!!!!!!!!"

Dero cried in a muffled voice, barging into the hospital's hall, still carrying Pleiades.

Henri and Casipan looked at eachother with concern and determination and nodded, before hurrying towards the sound.

"Good Void...." Casipan froze upon discovering the source of panic, as Henri immediately ran past him to help, making him follow along.

"Casi, don't worry about this, I'll handle it. Just please go get me a stretcher." the creature nodded before running to the hallway once again.

"You were very brave, Dero. You were very brave--... Please take a deep breath now..." The doctor empathically encouraged, as the Dark Matter inhaled and exhaled rapidly from worry.

"...He will make it. I'm sure he will. Pleiades is a very strong man. He will make it."

"..I...shan..'t......'ve..... all..ow..e..d.......h...im....to....g..o.....d..ri..nk.....alo..ne....." he blurted out in-between each intake of air. Henri placed a hand on his cheek and rubbed its thumb on his face in a fatherly manner, before repeating, once again:

"He will make it."

Casipan reached the three of them with a stretcher before him. Henri quickly thanked him, before setting Ades onto the ground, crossing the unconscious warrior's four hands.

The medic adjusted the sheets and unfastened the straps, before bending the stretcher's metal legs and pushing it down to the floor. On the count of three they both lifted Pleiades and secured him on the hard mattress, then mounting the legs and wheels once again, before rushing to the ER, while Henri looked back at Dero one last time.

He could only sit (im)patiently in the waiting room as the hospital staff made calls to everyone else. Most of them couldn't reply. It was an ungodly hour, after all. Call after call, Dero's only thoughts were of how that could've happened, and why. Part of him was worrying about Dolly, too, but he knew she was safe at his sweet fiancé's house.

The hospital felt so quiet, he could've sworn he could hear the time ticking by with triggering low speed. The air was getting tense.

Ten minutes felt like an hour. Twenty felt like five. It was so maddening he eventually lost track of time, until, a while later, Twilight showed up, panting, as if they just ran a marathon.

"WHERE. IS. HE."

Dero looked over with his head down and his spine curved, completely ashamed. Despite how much he tried, the only thing he could force out of his mouth were mumbles and messy stutters.

Twilight looked at him with a defeated expression, before taking a seat and leaning on him.

"what even happened..? Why..?!"

"I'm sorry I hath not been there for him."

"I-It's not your fault, I just..... I don't have any words.."

"He'll be okay......... I know he will..........." Dero tried to convince himself, trying to drown out all those horrible thoughts.

"I hope so....... I really hope so, Dero."

They waited.

It was 3:37AM when Selene unexpectedly entered the hospital with a look of concern and confusion, walking slowly across the main hall until she spotted her two other relatives, then running in their direction.

"SELENE?! You should be asleep!!! What has gotten into you?!?" Twilight Knight rebuked, worried and dumbfounded.

"Well, I could say the same thing about you!! I don't even know why I came here!! Blossom just started crying in the other room and I went to check her out. Apparently she has a bad feeling something happened, and then I just... saw you were both here, and I decided to reach out to you. And, before you ask, you forgot to turn off your location." She explained as a worried and tired Blossom sat over her head, being only slightly hidden by the silvery fuzz of her antennae, but just enough that they had only noticed her now that she was being mentioned.

"Poor thing...." Dero whispered, then walking closer to the girls and kneeling down, offering Blossom his head, on which she climbed.

It was then that Selene had noticed the stains of golden blood on Dero's cape, freezing in shock then and there. Twilight checked in on her:

"Selene? Selene, are you okay??"

"Hello???"

They waved their hand in front of her face, before flicking their fingers and sternly calling:

"SELENE!!!"

And that yell was sufficient to remind her of how Farron used to catch her attention, except, it was usually followed by a slap or hit. She braced herself, but... the slap never came. Instead, a few gentle pats on the head.

"Everything alright, sis?" TK whispered soothingly.

".. mmyeah, yeah.... it's all good...."

"You sure?"

"..yeah..."

And, just then, they looked at her, before hugging her tight, and explaining.

"Pleiades got attacked. He was really badly hurt and.... unresponsive."

Her heart sank. Did she hear that right? Blossom started crying even more, inconsolable. Dero tried to soothe her like a father would with his baby, but, to mostly no avail. Selene almost started tearing up, mumbling:

"..bu..t..... I... th..ought.....A..des.......was............ I-I..thou..ght..... "

She always knew him as a strong and invincible man, so how could've this..?

The clock ticked. It was 3:46AM when, finally, the door to the ER was opened. They all ran torwards Casipan, the only doctor that came out of that room in that moment, sprinting across the hallway.

"Mister Casipan!"

"I'm sorry, Selene. It's a matter of mere seconds here and it could all be over."

He apologized, quickly walking past them.

The coldness in his tone suddenly reminded Twilight of how their mother used to treat them. They knew Casipan meant no harm, but, instinctively, they placed themselves before Selene, shielding her. She squeezed her brother's hand. They scuffed and backed down, wrapping her once again in a comforting embrace.

Dolly woke up feeling strangely lonely.

Usually, she would go to Dollmaker's room and wake her up for consolation, but, for some strange reason, it felt dangerous to do so tonight.

From under the pillow came out Alden, her guardian angel. With a soft and empathetic tone, he warned her:

"Dolly."

"Oh! Mister Alden!"

"I fear something... really bad happened to Pleiades.."

"Oh no..! Did he accidentally swap lunch with a stranger, and eat cabbage, and have an allergic reaction? Mister Pleiades doesn't like cabbage..."

"No, no... it's something far worse than that, sweet child.... I admire your innocence.."

"Did he stub his toe?"

"He got hurt.. that's certain...."

"Oh no! Is he okay?"

"I'm sorry for saying this... he's not okay. I don't know how much time will pass until you see him again."

The Doll got silent. Looking down. Pleiades was hurt?? Maybe that's why she felt lonely.

No.

Dolly doesn't want to be lonely.

Dolly wants to see Mister Pleiades again.

She's not going to be alone. Not again.

She immediately started rummaging through her toybox, looking for something, anything that could help. Until she found it.

A plushie Pleiades had gifted her for Christmas: it was in the shape of a cow, a baby pink color with yellow and blue splotches on it. Inspecting it closely, she found exactly what she needed.

A string of blue turquoise hair, trapped inside one of the two black button eyes. She carefully pried it free, before placing it on her bed as a working surface and taking out her crochet hooks. Now she would have her brother by her side for at least a little longer.

3:49AM. Twilight was hugging Selene tightly, as Blossom Slept, tucked inside Dero's cape collar, with dried tears on her cheeks. He simply shielded the small Waddle Dee with his head as a sign of comfort. Then he suggested to the other two, whispering: "why doth thou not head outside a few minutes for some fresh air while I wait? It could take thy mind off things, I'm sure."

"You're not coming?" asked the older moth.

"Afraid not. I would prefer to wait here anyway, just in case. Besides, she art resting so peacefully...." he replied, looking down at Blossom.

"Y'know... you remind me of how she would be with Ades. She's only slept so soundly with him...." Selene noticed.

"He.... he's going to be okay........... he would not leave her.. or us.." he replied.

"Alright... let's go, Selene." interrupted Twilight, guiding her to the hospital's parking lot.

"Full moon."

"It's.. haunting." they clenched their fists.

"The stars are so luminous, too...." Selene shuddered, recalling the night in which she ran away from the Mapop clan. The moon shone bright, the stars did too. It was all too familiar. Twilight put a hand on her back, patting it as comfort. They needed to be strong for the others, now that Ades wasn't there. They would have been the one to 'suck it up', and they didn't know if they could do it.

4AM. Dulciana sat on his bed. Trying to hold his hand as best as she could while the surgery carried on. Her heart was beating so fast. She wanted to cry. It was so painful seeing him like this. The ghost leaned forward and kissed his forehead, reassuring him, although unconscious, that she would've been there until he'd be back home safe and sound. And now she wouldn't ever leave his side. Not for one minute. Not for one second.

"I love you, StarBright."

4:10.

4:12.

4:15AM.

Henri finally opened the doors to the emergency room, Dero called the others.

The doctor sighed, before delivering the news:

"Sir Pleiades is not waking up."

their hearts were about to be crushed, imagining the worst, but he continued:

"We checked his pulse. His heart is still functioning perfectly fine."

"Although. His time of redevelopment is uncertain and therefore undetermined. We'll just have to pray he awakens as soon as possible."

Henri then reminded himself:

"This is the weapon we found stuck inside his torso. the cuts on his body all seem to match the length and width of its blade." he handed over the Seam Ripper.

"If you have any idea to who this might belong, your help would be greatly appreciated." he looked at Dero, who now appeared shocked and guilty.

"When could we visit him..?"

"Tomorrow. We still ought to move him to a safer, more comfortable and hygienic room. I suggest you all head back home to rest. I'll call you as soon as I can." he gave the usual fatherly smile, and so they silently walked back.

"Do not worry. He won't be alone. I'll be right beside him."

7:40AM. Fylass woke up. The chimera took a big stretch, before sleepily rubbing their eyes and checking their phone on their nightstand, and noticing they had a voicemail that was not yet read. Upon listening, the words they heard made them drop their phone on the floor.

"Hey Fy. How are you doing? Listen, this might really upset you. But Pleiades was brought to us tonight. He was fatally wounded, and... agh..... he's... he's in a coma."

Dero belongs to @monsterhatdoodles

Dollmaker and Dolly belong to @ilikesillythingswooo

Twilight Knight belongs to @that-fanperson-meg

Casipan and Selene belong to @moon-mage

Henri and Fylass belong to @george228732

Sir Pleiades and Blossom Dee belong to me :))

#kirby ocs #sir pleiades #blossom dee #miss dulciana #< my goobers #dero #twilight knight oc #fylass #selene (oc) #dolly #dollmaker #henri lewin #henri #stigma #casipan (oc) #< friends' silly goobers :DD #tw gore #tw gore mention #tw stab wound #tw body horror #tw hospital #tw angst #tw coma #tw trauma #tw surgery mention #tw alcohol mention #tw screaming #tw abuse mention

[boa35]

Ok This is really confusing for me, I just read @that-fanperson-meg's Family chart. I realized that Cross & BYT3 have more cousins than I thought. Or at least I think that's the case. I don't really know how my brain works lel.

So I re-edited my chart, too. I really hope this doesn't annoy you guys.

Selene - @moon-mage

Twilight - @that-fanperson-meg

Dolly - @ilikesillythingswooo

Pleiades - @loaflovesdoodling

#kirby #kirby oc #But fr I really hope this isn't annoying :( #boa35 #twilight knight #selene (oc) #sir pleiades #dolly patchwork #kirby cross

[george228732]

just saw derodoll wedding

OMG AAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THIS BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOO

(Also thanks for drawing this, I appreciate it so much :))

@loaflovesdoodling

@that-fanperson-meg

#asks #fylass #twilight knight oc #sir pleiades

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Prometheus (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Bringer of Fire, The Doomed Titan by the people of Olympius

Sir Know-it-All by Zeus

Mr. Wise by Ares

Dad by his children

My Boy by Iapetus

Age- 32 (immortal)

Location- The Underworld

Personality- Prometheus is very straight-laced and sophisticated. Because of his ability to see into the future, anticipating impending events makes him exceptionally enigmatic. He's careful and methodical, always thinking before an action. He's particularly sensitive around those he cares about.

As the Titan god of forethought, crafts, and counsel, he has many abilities like summoning and controlling clay (and mud as well), pyrokinesis, stretching his entire body like clay (for healing purposes as well). Although this ability has been weakened, he can terraport (teleporting through earth and clay). He can see into the future though the events are merely possible and not 100% set in stone. He can also project illusions.

Prometheus has been handling his punishment with total humility- being chained to a rock in the Underworld and having his regenerating liver being eaten out by an eagle. He's not particularly ashamed about the events leading up to his punishment unlike his mother Clymene (Titaness of fame & renown). The only thing he can't stand is how his punishment is affecting his kids and wife. He's been grateful for his father Iapetus (Titan god of mortality, pain, & death) who has been supporting him since.

He's also aware of the state of his relationship with his twin brother Epimetheus (Titan god of afterthought). Prometheus told him not to get with Pandora. He had always tried being there for his brother, giving him sound practical advice, but he always ended up disregarding it with reckless abandon. Before his punishment Prometheus was still fairly close with his other brothers Atlas (Titan god of strength & endurance) and Menoetius (Titan god of rage, violence, & rash actions). Before his punishment, Prometheus also used to be good friends with Dolos (god of deception & treachery) as well as Ktesios (god of the household), Horkos (god of oaths), Favian (god of philosophy), & Axiótimos (god of honor).

He was mentored by Anchiale (Titaness of fire).

Prometheus loved working with clay- through doing pottery, miniature figurines, and making sculptures. He lived in a behemoth sized brickhouse mansion in Achaea with his wife Pronoia and their daughter Aidos (goddess of shame, modesty, humility, & respect). His oldest, a son Deucalion came from his previous relationship with Celeano (one of The Pleiades). Prometheus' son would spend the weekends & holidays there. The house had a massive fireplace (used for making popcorn and roasting marshmallows) and a spacious kiln (for his works). He also cooked sometimes, his signature dishes being smoked sausage penne pasta and green bean casserole. After he was sentenced, Pronoia ended up having a mental breakdown and was unable to care for their daughter.

He'd give anything to have a glass of red wine or to smoke a cigar. He always called it "his treats."

One of the last memories he holds fondly before his punishment was when he went to New Olympus with his kids to The Frozen Spoon, where they all shared a huge chocolate fudge brownie sundae with extra chocolate sauce & loads of whipped cream. Another memory he replays in his head often was the last time he & his wife made love.

"The fire within burns the brightest."

#my oc #my oc character #my character #oc character #prometheus #oc intro #character intro #oc introduction #character introduction #modern greek gods #modern greek mythology #greek myth retellings #greek gods #greek mythology #greek pantheon

[monsterhatdoodles]

favorite ocs of frens?

Uhhhhh let me see we got uhhhhh

I really like her cause she's a ruthless killer who would also cry if she burned her food in the microwave

76 belongs to @teaciadoodleslol

If I had a nickel for every time I became obsessed with an evil woman oc who used her mom-friend personality to cover up the fact she performed horrific experiments on the innocent I would have two nickels which isn't alot but its weird it happened twice

Dollmaker belongs to @ilikesillythingswooo

Marigold belongs to @mantisgodsart

The elderly that could beat me in a fight

Sir Pleiades belongs to @loaflovesdoodling

Celeernyx belongs to @moon-mage

Vibrato belongs to @george228732

There are also alot of other bug fables ocs i really like (Elizant 3 by @niko-jpeg for example) but i think youre mostly looking for kirby ocs

#kirby #kirby oc #others ocs #Marigold is a bug fables oc btw #Not tagging as bug fables cause it's just her

[averycanadianfilm]

AveryCanadianFilm: Ottawa

A Scene From 'A Very Canadian Film'

Setting: It's a hot summer's night in Ottawa. Samuel H. Lawson has just returned from India and is passing through Ottawa on his way to Toronto. He and Jane, a young woman he's just met are sitting on a bench in Mooney's bay park, near her apartment building and not far from where he grew up. They're looking at the night sky, she's drinking a beer. Jane: {Has a far-away look in her eyes and a dreamy look on her face. She looks at Samuel and smiles.} Ever get the feeling that you keep meeting the same woman, over and over again? Samuel: {Smiles and Shrugs} Jane: {Looks startled} Wow, I can't believe I just said that. Samuel: {Points toward the sky} A channeling moment. {Laughs} Jane: Ya, but who or what was I channeling? Samuel: Probably your higher self. Jane: Does that make sense what I just said? Samuel: {Laughs} Ask Pallas Athena. Jane: What? Samuel: When I was in Mumbai, the clerk at the check-in counter started to laugh as I walked into the lobby of the first hotel I checked into after I'd had a health crisis. Jane: Why? Samuel: That's what I wondered. I get to the desk and he's laughing as he looks above my head, to my right and then to my left and then he says the strangest thing, "Sir, I should offer you the group rate, would you like the group rate?" Jane: What? Samuel: Exactly, I say, "Group rate? Is it less expensive than the.....regular rate?", he says, "Yes sir it is, it's against policy....but given the circumstances, given the circumstances...", then his co-worker, an extra-ordinarily beautiful Indian woman, arrives and he turns to her and says, "I've offered him the group rate..", she looks at me for about a minute and says, "there are seven of them", and they proceed with the paperwork as if nothing unusual has happened. Jane: What the fuck!?? Samuel: {Laughs} Exactly.

note added: This scene was written many years ago, probably around 2012. The entire script is being re-written and this scene probably won't be in the final draft of the new script. I'm re-posting it now because the pleiades remain in the script.

#AveryCanadianFilm #Script #Hubert Hugh Burke #huberthughburke #pleiades #The Pleiades #Ottawa