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@khaosprim
How droll of you to make attempts to tempt me with material things. Here, then, please in turn allow me this attempt at reciprocity
sideblog (main blog @dshret), independent portrayal of CHAOS from supergiant's Hade I & II. References also taken from mythology research. Due to the nature of Greek Mythology, dark topics will be present and tagged accordingly.
Portrayed by Mar. GMT+ 0 / BST. she/they.
carrd. opens.
Their muse returned so I am back and why is the first ask I see is one about a guinea pig
"Oh, we have met, in a way. I know everybody, here, and there. You wish to leave this place? Then, it is my wish to make your doing so a little bit more interesting... and, if you encounter the Olympians someday, do give them my regards."
@khaosprim asked : sender wraps a blanket around receiver’s shoulders . [ ... ]
THEIR GRANDPARENT HAS ALWAYS FELT LIKE AN ENIGMA. a distant relative, a parent who drifted away from their children. sometimes thanatos wondered if the elusive master chaos ever really existed, or if they were simply the product of his mother's bedtime stories.
with their increased presence, thanatos finds he has more questions than answers for his grandparent. he's grown used to master chaos' ... unusual means of showing affection. they're more surprised at the simplicity of the blanket being draped around their shoulders. thanatos isn't cold nor is he tired. he is curled up on his chaise overlooking the styx with a book resting against his knees. they tilt their head back, shocked to see the face of their grandparent peering down at them, their large hands still hovering by thanatos' shoulders. a crooked little smile twists across thanatos' lips.
"thank you." he sits up a little straighter, tucks his legs beneath him in a criss-cross position and turns to face his grandparent. he pulls on the blanket's fabric, tugging it snugly around his shoulders. "would you like to sit with me?"
Ever watching; their gaze was only focused down on Thanatos whilst they stood silent as ever. There was never a need to speak for the sake of filling empty gaps. It was a strict viewpoint from overseeing a fair amount. Yet it was not long before the hand had been retracted and back once more by Chaos' side.
The finer details, such as what Thanatos was doing and the exact location selected, was hardly of true interest. After so long of being almost non-existent, Chaos had made the agreement to make small attempts yet firmly staying within their own method of doing anything. The regular conversation structures of not speaking unless prompted, or do so anyway and they would never respond.
"..I take it that such an action was, indeed, the correct option." They stated in their common calmness. Ignoring Thanatos' question as it was viewed as an unimportant one that needed no response verbally. "This is a peculiar place to read, yet that simply must be due to this place. Would this be common? Respond."
more random dialogue prompts ,
“why do you have that look on your face?”
“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”
“what have you done to yourself?”
“did you do something different with your hair?”
“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”
“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”
“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”
“there’s something wrong with me.”
“no, i don’t hate you.”
“hey stupid.”
“we’re aren’t them.”
“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”
“you know you’re wrong.”
“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”
“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”
“what makes me so special?”
“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”
“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”
“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”
“how about we don’t do that.”
“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”
“you’re the worst.”
“i don’t need you right now.”
“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”
“i thought you were supposed to call me.”
“take my hand.”
“i need you.”
“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”
“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”
“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”
“why won’t you tell me what happened?”
“you don’t know what this means to me.
“i know it doesn’t make sense.”
“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”
“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”
“your voice is putting me to sleep.”
“did you find what you were looking for?”
“you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”
“well, i guess that’s broken.”
“i thought it was part of the act.”
“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”
“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”
“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”
“how could you do this to me?”
“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”
“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”
“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”
“people think i’m weird.”
“i think i’m losing myself again.”
“you can’t be here.”
“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”
“do you know what today is?”
“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”
“i need to get out.”
“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”
“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”
“you gonna eat that?”
“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”
“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”
“we’ll never make it in time.”
“you’d be late for your own funeral.”
“you should have seen it coming.”
“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”
“why can’t you just be happy for me?”
“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”
“is this how you flirt with everyone?”
“how much longer till we’re there?”
“what have you done?”
“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”
“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”
“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”
“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”
“i never want to hear you say that again.”
“you’re all i have.”
“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”
“i was doing so well until you showed up.”
“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”
“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”
“how can you stand this place?”
“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”
“you need to stop.”
“i don’t like that look, what happened?”
“is that seriously your password?”
“what’s your problem?”
“you had no right to use it without asking.”
“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”
“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”
“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”
“why do you want to help me?”
“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”
“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”
“hey, look what came in the mail!”
“do you want to get a drink or something?”
“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”
“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”
“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”
“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”
“you need to leave.”
“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”
“i do blame you.”
“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”
“you’re no longer useful to me.”
“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”
𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (a series of nonverbal prompts . mature themes present , ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme - send “ + REVERSE ” to reverse the prompts .)
→ 𝐈 . GENERAL
❛ hush . raise a finger in a gesture to silence my muse . ❛ sit . gesture for my muse to sit down . ❛ door . hold a door open for my muse . ❛ tap . tap my muse on the shoulder to garner their attention . ❛ hunger . give my muse something to eat / drink . ❛ cook . present my muse with home - cooked food . ❛ brush . work a brush / comb through my muse’s hair . ❛ read . silently read a book alongside my muse . ❛ hand . hold out a hand for my muse to take . ❛ dressed . help my muse put on an article of clothing . ❛ note . give my muse a note saying : [ content ] . ❛ amplify . turn up the music in the car .
→ 𝐈𝐈 . ANGST
❛ patch . help my muse patch up a wound . ❛ night terrors . hold my muse after they wake up from a nightmare . ❛ company . silently sit with my muse to comfort them. ❛ hospital . my muse is told that yours is in the hospital . ❛ revelation . show my muse evidence of a lie they told . ❛ indulge . find my muse drinking to cope . ❛ downfall . find my muse collapsed on the ground . ❛ console . comfort my muse as they cry . ❛ nurse . give my muse company in the hospital .
→ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . AFFECTIONATE
❛ wink . wink at my muse . ❛ wrap . wrap an arm around my muse’s [ shoulders / waist ] . ❛ caress . gently caress my muse’s face . ❛ tousle . mess playfully with my muse’s hair . ❛ chest . place your head on my muse’s chest . ❛ comb . comb fingers through my muse’s hair . ❛ grasp . run to my muse & jump into their arms . ❛ lean . lean on my muse’s shoulder . ❛ tender . kiss my muse on the [ forehead / cheek / nose ] . ❛ abrupt . kiss my muse out of the blue . ❛ chaste . chastely kiss my muse . ❛ good morning . kiss my muse the morning after . ❛ volumes . gaze at my muse in a way that silently says ‘i love you’ .
→ 𝐈𝐕 . VIOLENT
❛ strike . [ slap / punch ] my muse in the face . ❛ gun . wield a gun at my muse . ❛ twist . twist my muse’s arm behind their back . ❛ throttle . aggressively wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ parch . burn my muse with a hot object . ❛ take down . forcefully bring my muse to the ground . ❛ gouge . wield a sharp object at my muse . ❛ shunt . shove my muse backwards . ❛ stickup . yell at my muse to put their hands in the air. ❛ shoot . [ fatally / non-fatally ] shoot my muse . ❛ stab . stab my muse with a [ knife / other object ].
→ 𝐕 . NSFW
❛ surprise . send an unexpected nsfw image to my muse . ❛ pin . push my muse against a [ wall, table, other ] . ❛ go down . go down on my muse . ❛ choke . intimately wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ belt loops . pull my muse closer by their belt loops . ❛ skinny dipping . go skinny dipping with my muse . ❛ rip . tear a piece of clothing from my muse’s body . ❛ mark . leave a mark on my muse’s body [ specify where ] .
╰┈➤ STARTER PROMPTS : Assorted Gravity Falls Quotes a set of starter prompts, all from the show ! * some edited slightly for context
❝ you shouldn’t have. really. you shouldn’t have. ❞ ❝ [ name ] , you are a delight. ❞ ❝ can’t argue with dr. medicine. ❞ ❝ oh, it’s just my box of mysterious secrets. goodbye forever ! ❞ ❝ not even going to acknowledge. ❞ ❝ i just want to be included . . . ❞ ❝ does mortality really compare to being the high score on a video game ? ❞ ❝ you just read my mind. ❞ ❝ you ! you’re the one who prank called me earlier ! ❞ ❝ [ name ] is the worst, and that’s not jealousy talking. i’d say that to their face. ❞ ❝ help ! my face is on fire ! ❞ ❝ i think i’m picking up radio signals in my head. ❞ ❝ that sounds like something a responsible parent wouldn’t want you to do. good thing i’m an [ uncle / aunt / not a parent ] ! ❞ ❝ remember, bats are more afraid of you than you are of them. maybe i’m thinking of ducklings. ❞ ❝ think about it. the more painful or difficult a chore is, the more likely i’ll have to do it. ❞ ❝ it’s one of life’s great mysteries, like whether or not you can lick your own elbow. ❞ ❝ like the infinite horizon, it eludes my grasp. ❞ ❝ non - specific excuse ! ❞ ❝ more moving ? yes ! i love motion ! ❞ ❝ opening and closing doors is fun ! ❞ ❝ boy, you sure are gullible ! ❞ ❝ oh, yeah ? well, you’re a stink face ! ❞ ❝ that’s why i’m hard on them. to toughen them up — so that when the world fights, they fight back. ❞ ❝ who told you that ? don’t listen to them ! ❞ ❝ enough games ! ❞ ❝ you thought they were joking ? you know [ name ] ’s jokes are terrible ! ❞ ❝ finally, after all these years . . . ❞ ❝ it’s so dark, how will we ever find them ? ❞ ❝ a fire hazard ? no. it’s a fun hazard. ❞ ❝ you think you’re so clever, don’t you ? you have no idea what you’re up against. ❞ ❝ i think i’m kind of adventure - d out for a while. ❞ ❝ i’m not here ! ❞ ❝ wow, is it hot out here, or is it just them ? ❞ ❝ i have always wanted to do that ! ❞ ❝ the inflatable pool duck revolution is at hand ! ❞ ❝ i did mention that the fate of the universe is at stake, didn't i ? ❞ ❝ hurry ! we haven't much time ! ❞
elizabeth held no particular place in mind as she began her walk. exploring her father's domain envoked memories of simpler times before the wars. her mind wanders to her countless hikes through the fields of punishment to visit melinoe, the hours spent harvesting honey in the elysium fields with makaria and peaceful moments in the garden with persephone. the daughter of hades held greater reverence for the chthonic deities of the underworld than those on residing on olympus. her time spent with other demigods had opened her eyes to their cruelty upon their own children. she'd felt guilty having grown up within the house of hades, under her father's care without the threat of monsters hunting her down. however, she knew that the fates would never allow her to continue such a privileged life. the word itself felt wrong, and she doubted any demigod would understand her perspective. it hadn't been until leo valdez had pointed out the mockery in their voice, as they called her 'princess'. that she even registered it.
how long had she'd been wandering again? she stopped abruptly, boots kicking up a small dust cloud around her feet. she knew the underworld quite well - or so she had thought. her instincts told her to run but curiosity held the stronger hand. good thing she has her backpack on full of her usual demigod and witchy essentials - hex bags, nectar, water bottles, book of shadows, etc. elizabeth pulls her stygian iron dagger out of her boot as she advanced towards the gates, entering through the cloud of smoke.
the new voice sent an unsettling chill down her spine. his words were even more frigid than kronos' or gaea's combined. curse her never faltering curiosity; it was certainly going to get her killed one day. she prays that today is not that day. she kept a white-knuckled grip on the handle of her dagger. an uneasy chuckle is given, her words slipping completely from her mind. 'speak before he gets annoyed by your presence and decides to smite you.' her subconscious screamed.
clearing her throat, she stands up straighter. why couldn't she think of this immortals' name? "my apologies, my lord. you are correct in assuming that i am not a mere mortal. i am a demigod, the daughter of lord hades, sir. my name is elizabeth klymenos." yes, using one of hades' epithets as her last name felt more natural than using her mortal mother's surname. "i was out for a walk when i stumbled upon your gates. i grew up in erebus but i have never seen them before." the mere mentioning the fates sent another way of unease through her body. with a weak smile, she remarks. "the fates work in mysterious ways, don't they?" she felt it deep in her soul that the positioning of those gates had to be the work of those ghastly women.
They remained perfectly still and in one place. For now observing this one that had quite a few claims although they were accepted as truth. Although it should have been a significant learning situation when Chronos had once utilised their trust to gain what he wanted, they still were more prone to believing every word rather than questioning it all. And why would someone dare to lie over a lineage of such importance? It would be another major amount of deception.
"Another spawn of Hades? That is unexpected and I was unaware. Perhaps Nyx had her reasons. I have met with two other spawns of Hades within past, Zagreus and Melinoë. I do miss their visits." Chaos' tone remained neutral as it always had been throughout time, yet they were saddened by that fact. To once have had two guests that were so insistent on, in the case of the first sibling, reconnecting them with their daughter and both having actively ignored their need to organising conversations. All because of the pair, they'd learnt a fair amount of how everything had changed and how to improve. Albeit the smallest amount that could be possible.
A few strides as they had wandered somewhat closer with not even a single glance to ensure the floor plan was in the same position as it was prior. That was the curse of an ever changing domain. Upon a closer look, it had been determined for certain this was not one seen prior. Her name would likely be remembered but unlikely to be uttered frequently. Yet the mention of never seeing the gates came as a surprise whilst also not being simultaneously. "I do not reach out therefore they are often appearing for certain people." It was a simplification but to them it did not matter in the end. Seeing a gate and entering was the choice made.
"however, I shall agree that the fates can be mysterious to those unaware of their work. They are but three of my granddaughters and Moros, their guardian, is my grandson therefore I am more aware. They are rather infuriating in the refusal to let me have gifted everything to the mortal world. You seem to have partial awareness based on your words. Do respond."
How every Chaos and Mel interaction goes.
There had been quite a few shifts within recent years and that was something the Primordial one found peculiar. Nyx gave little information and so they were left to simply contemplating what it all be caused by. For now, Chaos stood beside one of the many tall standing pillars in their more "regular" size. Eyes engrossed on the neverending expansion of their domain. The rippling night sky water that melded into what made the sky. It all remained quiet. It always had been since those days when every child left for their duties, or when Nyx had not decided to visit following that reconnection centuries ago. But their eyes snapped towards that familiar sound of someone entering.
"for you to have entered through the chaos gate, your mental fortitude is more than a mortal above." Ramblings had been spoke a loud as they came to turn a little. "The fates failed to inform me of such a guest and yet it must have been set for a reason. As I did not request for anyone, I assume there is some form of reasoning behind a visit. One that is uncommon as of late. Your response?"
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Slaps them down on the dash. This is a starter call for any point in the timeline.
The only details I have currently for chaos’ pjo verse is that the Demi gods are certainly allowed to visit and able to compared to regular humans. Those within the underworld get to witness them wandering around when visiting family and then vanishing as if nothing occurred. They do ask a lot of questions.
A FEW VARIOUS SENTENCE STARTERS
❝ i wouldn't find the need to tell you 'i told you so' if you weren't so allergic to admitting i'm right. ❞
❝ there are better hills to die on but i find this one quite comfortable. ❞
❝ would you come with me please? i adore your company. ❞
❝ that's not the worst thing i've ever heard but it's certainly up there. ❞
❝ i would love to help you but i'm afraid i'm suffering from a terrible case of 'it's not my problem.' ❞
❝ could you just think about anyone other than yourself for once? ❞
❝ i'm not going to stand here and argue with you about how much you need to get some rest. if i find you passed out on the floor i'm leaving you there. ❞
❝ would you be a dear and shut the hell up. ❞
❝ i know i need help but i'm not quite ready to ask for it. ❞
❝ do you know where we're going or are we just trying to get lost now? ❞
❝ i have confided this in you, please do not betray that trust. ❞
❝ do you like it here? with me? ❞
❝ are you still happy? with me, i mean. with us. ❞
❝ i didn't lie, i simply presented a selective truth. ❞
❝ do you actually like spending time with me? because i feel like all you do is argue. ❞
❝ one of us will eventually have to have the strength to be honest with ourselves about each other. ❞
❝ i want to tell you something i just need a moment to figure out the right words. ❞
❝ if you were the religious type i would challenge god to win your devotion. ❞
❝ don't tell me to quit being melodramatic it's the only time i have any fun. ❞
❝ were you ever going to tell me or were you just going to make me guess what you're thinking and feeling. ❞
They are not nosey, however Chaos cannot help themself from asking multiple questions about each grandchild's duties. It is not small talk to them as it is more a learning opportunity and the fact they shut down the conversation when it becomes repetitive information and not worth their time.
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