𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍—TRAITOR

𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗𝚎𝚍 — ʙᴇᴡᴀʀᴇ.

[ichorflame]

          An independent, highly selective, & low activity roleplay muse for PRINCE ZAGREUS of Supergiant’s Hades. Est. December 2020. Canon-compliant with headcanon additions. AU, OCs & crossovers welcome. Mun & muse are 21+.

                    Foretold by FROST.

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//mobile post to say, yes, i am still alive and will be coming back. work just got really crazy for a bit and also had my birthday. but i’m off for the next week after today, so i shall be back! 🖤

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          okie dokie, gotta go to bed because work. but i got a bit done here, so that’s something. i know i’ve still got some replies to work through ⟅ @trickherald @slvrictus & @a-la-mort i’ll be getting to you three asap ⟆, but i feel a bit better about how i’ve got info sorted on here ⟅ bless carrd and its easy formatting ⟆. which ngl makes me more confident branching out in interactions. so, hopefully i can work up the courage to pick up more activity on here, particularly with other fandoms. fingers crossed. also gotta get around to all my verses eventually too, hmmm...

                    — but for now, i sleep.  (∪｡∪)｡｡｡zzZ

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          Body Language Cheat Sheet

Bold = always applies, Italicized = sometimes applies, Strike Through = never applies

⟅ DEFENSIVENESS ⟆: arms crossed / crossing legs / clenched fists / pointing index finger / stiff shoulders / tense posture / curling of lip / baring of teeth / tail lashing / pinned ears

⟅ REFLECTIVE ⟆: hand to face gestures / head tilted / stroking chin / peering over glasses / taking glasses off — cleaning / putting earpiece of glasses in mouth / pipe smoker gestures / putting hand to the bridge of nose / pursed lips / knitted brows

⟅ SUSPICION ⟆: arms crossed / sideways glance / touching or rubbing nose / rubbing eyes / hands resting on weapon / brows rising or knitting together / lips pressing into a thin line / strict unwavering eye contact / wrinkling of nose / eyes narrowing

⟅ OPENNESS & COOPERATION ⟆: open hands / upper body in sprinters position / sitting on the edge of a chair / hand-to-face gestures / unbuttoned coat / tilted head / slacked shoulders / relaxed posture / feet pointed outward / palms flat and facing outward

⟅ CONFIDENCE ⟆: hands behind back / hands on lapels of coat / steeped hands / smirking / baring teeth in a grin / rolling shoulders / tipping head back but maintaining eye contact / chest puffed up / shoulders back / arms folded just above navel

⟅ INSECURITY & ANXIETY ⟆: chewing pen or pencil / rubbing thumb over opposite thumb / biting fingernails / hands in pockets / elbow bent / closed gestures / clearing throat / “ whew ” sound / picking or pinching flesh / fidgeting in chair / hand covering mouth whilst speaking / poor eye contact / tugging pants or clothes / jingling money in pockets / tugging at ear / perspiring hands / playing with hair / swaying / playing with a writing implement / smacking lips / sighing / rocking on balls of feet / flexing / tapping fingers sporadically / chewing on lip / pacing / tail twitching

⟅ ANGER & FRUSTRATION ⟆: short breaths / “tsk” sounds / tightly-clenched hands / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / rubbing hand through hair / rubbing back of neck / snarling / revealing teeth / grimacing / sharp-eyed glowers / notable tension in brow / shoulders back, head up; defensive posturing / clenching of jaw / grinding teeth / nostrils flaring / heavy exhales / swearing / tail lashing  / pinned ears  

tagged by: @slvrictus​ tagging: @lethewrought​ @hypnosuwu​ @trickherald​ & anyone who wants it, steal it 

[jowellshe]

【Hades】

 I will come back…I promise…!

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          To whom does your heart belong —?

                     Your HEART belongs to the SUN.

          ❝ You are a WILDFIRE waiting to happen, one lit cigarette away from catastrophe. You are passion itself, full of RAGE and JOY and LOVE and PAIN. You are the driving force behind change, so why are you afraid of it? Not all that is new will hurt you. Let others into your life. You will not burn them. You do not cause harm inherently, you are wounded. You will HEAL. I promise you will heal. ❞

tagged by: @slvrictus​ tagging: @aimostatikos​ @a-la-mort​ @wolfdivined​ @styxkissd​ + anyone else who would like to have a go~

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          @lethewrought​​ — ♛.

          Even as sinew snapped and frayed — muscle ached as though beyond repair — the genuinely pleasant demeanor of the battered Prince could not be overshadowed. RELIEF blanketed his bloodied features, coaxing the tension to slip forth from his shoulders and dispel within the temperate atmosphere of Elysium. Though every footfall remained burdened by battles hard-fought, he managed to hold steady across the verdant hills which flourished within the serene chamber. Without an impending THREAT, the ever-watchful heir allotted himself a moment’s reprieve in comfortable companionship. While “acquaintance” would likely still be considered generous to define his kinship to this particular shade, there remained no shortage of RESPECT. Much remained a mystery to Prince Zagreus regarding Patroclus, for their interactions were unfortunately few a far between. What with the Underworld’s tendency to befuddle the mind with its shifting chambers, to encounter the same soul more than once could be considered quite the stroke of luck. Thus the opportunity to probe the mind of the Achaean warrior was quite rare, much to the godling’s dismay.

          ❝ Nonsense, such pleasantries pose a welcomed respite compared to your fellow shade up here. They favor to use me for target practice, rather than conversation. ❞

           A somewhat humorless laugh escaped the weary Prince, which quickly decayed into a fit of wet coughs. Bruised frame hunched from the force as his gut hacked forth a distinctly metallic flood to the confines of his mouth. With a bitter grimace, Zagreus refrained from emptying the little contents that remained within his stomach upon the lush greenery at his feet. No amount of BRAVERY could mask the pained expression which now marred his features. He had little doubt that he appeared as BROKEN as he felt, if not more so. Blood-spattered and exomis tattered to obscure little of the damage beneath, the reckless young heir proved a poor reflection to the expectations of ROYALTY many demanded of him. Such trivialities held little importance to Zagreus, only too eager to cast his title to the deepest pit of Tartarus in exchange for a chance at FREEDOM. However, he was not without his pride — as such, to stand before a renowned HERO, beaten nearly to his grave was somewhat humiliating. Yet he smothered the sensation in exchange for rest, however brief. 

          ❝ These runs rarely do. ❞ With a grateful nod, the godling limped his way through the clearing. Not one for grace, he slumped against the stone monument with a hiss as his wounds burned in protest. The distance to his companion was comfortable — the undeniable impression that he was a foreigner in strange lands begged him to keep a moderate distance. ❝ The Underworld tends to uphold the will of the King, rather than that of a rebellious Prince. ❞

          With a halfhearted shrug, Zagreus reclined his head against the chilled stone at his back. Despite his injuries, the position proved agreeable to his battered body enough so that he released his DEATH GRIP upon Varatha. The battle-hardened armament slipped forth from his grasp with a sigh to settle among the grass. Each blade mirrored against the golden edge of the eternal spear, its delicate curves warped each image. Despite the countless shades it had dispatched, Varatha bore not a scratch or trace of wretched blood. PERFECTION — the gilded aspect of his mentor shone brilliantly against its bed of greenery ⟅ a stark contrast to the ragged visage of its wielder ⟆. In his calloused hands alone, this weapon had seen the expanse of the Underworld countless times over and had become somewhat of a personal favorite to the Prince. Though he knew not the entire history behind the blade — for Achilles remained tight-lipped about his conquests in life, even within his own Codex — Zagreus was well aware it had seen innumerous WARS in the grasp of both mortal and god. The legacy of Varatha far outlived his own and its triumphs paled his meager attempts to essentially run away from home. Moments such as these where he near-sensed the warm current of the STYX lap at his feet only further instilled the idea that he was incredibly unworthy of this grand weapon. No doubt the blade dulled in his hold, its GLORY sapped away by his repeated failure. 

                         ...What would Achilles say if he saw me now —?

          ❝ Your generosity is a rarity in this realm, sir. I thank you. ❞ Sincerity shown bright within the weak smile the godling offered. Still, he remained baffled at the friends he found within these hellish passages. Though sparse to encounter, a soul not prepared to send him back to the House was a true blessing. In his current state, Zagreus knew not how to repay this KINDNESS, yet he remained determined to do so one way or another. Surely his position within the Underworld allotted him some semblance of power, enough to properly return the GRACE which these shades have shown him. A way to lessen the burden of Sisyphus’ PUNISHMENT or a residence less desolate and reeking of brimstone for Eurydice to cook and sing to her heart’s content.

          But for Patroclus, what could he provide...? What could he possibly give that the bounty of Elysium did not already offer?

          ❝ Sir, if I may... ❞ Mismatched hues settled upon the hero to study that expression which entirely lacked the abundant joy he had been told thrives within this Realm of the Dead. ❝ All my life I had been told the Elysian fields are the oasis of the afterlife. That only those who died heroes as mortals could find respite here in death. This should be paradise —  and yet you appear discordant with all I have come to understand. Rather you seem... ❞

                          Lonely.

          The word held fast on his parched lips, stifled beneath another small fit of coughs into his closed fist. With a wince, the Prince offered up a pleading hand, his voice hoarse,

          ❝ Forgive me if I’ve overstepped a boundary in asking, but are you dissatisfied with what Death has to offer as an eternal reward? ❞

[ichorflame]

          ....mmmmm so i did a thing???? that farmboy!zag verse (aka the verse where he is raised by persephone on the surface instead of hades) is gonna be a thing. and, yes, i am already thinking of some sort of weird, myth-ish way for it to be a thing. but first i couldn’t resist making this (because my dramatic ass needs snazzy icons). 🥺

[ichorflame]

          farmboy!zag verse is gonna be a thing and you can all blame @viortum​ for it. 😐

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          Big Brain™ thoughts: if zag had been instead raised with persephone on the surface ⟅ like idk if she stuck around for him to be saved by nyx or he wasn’t stillborn to begin with and she just took him and ran or sometHING ⟆ , he would have definitely been like big westley vibes —

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          The BLOOD-BATHED Prince emerged from the churning, crimson depths of the Styx, an unrestrained grin igniting his chiseled features in an aura of triumph. Satisfaction drips from his personage much like the ruby drops that trail in his wake as he swipes away those which cling to his skin.

          ❝ None too shabby. And that’s one step closer to the surface. ❞

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          *squints @ those tags on the reblogs of my new promo* ur all hyping me up way too much smh don’t make me cRY  („ಡωಡ„)

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          ❝ Strong enough to seal away the TITANS — but not ME. ❞

                         foretold by FROST — ♛.

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          zag hearing discussion of burning the stadium and just watching this shit go down like —

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          ❝ Party? In this old House? Now that just might be worth sticking around to see. — I’ll bring the ambrosia. ❞

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          zag @ a “no shirt. no shoes. no service” sign:  (｡•́︿•̀｡)

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          true facts with mun frost: when i see these high quality blogs with these well thought out muses i heckin’ panic. and when i don’t know their source for canon muses i’m like o shit.  ლ(¯ロ¯"ლ)