#algos

[amaryllisse]

[awesome-casuallyfamouscollector]

Gallente Federation's Algos-class destroyer eliminates enemy frigate. Screenshot from actual EVE Online game...

[camleecomix]

[zilvath]

void-touched

[griefgifted]

[ The Algea ; Greek mythology ] Personifications of pain, both physical and mental. They were the bringers of weeping and tears. Their Roman counterpart was the Dolores. They were the daughters of the goddess of strife, Eris.

There were three Algea; Lupe, personification of pain; Ania, personification of sorrow; and Achos, personification of grief.

[ink-long-dry]

51.What is their favorite thing about themselves? (also 5. What’s their most useless, weirdest, or least marketable skill? if two is cool)

AA THANK U ILL GIVE YOU TWO NEW CHARACTERS...

Fiore pyr Gratia... my beloved Garlean/Rozarrian...

His favorite thing about himself is he is... Very passionate. And not in a romance way explicitly--he's extremely passionate about the values of family, of country and heritage. Incidentally, that is also something he struggles with internally the most.

The weirdest thing... The least marketable thing about Fiore... um... he... likes mecha. A normal amount. 🤡

Mask-San or Algos, my sweet little Ascian

Their favorite thing about themselves is they will find a way to make a situation fun or funny--if at the expense of others. They're just a funny little guy, you know. Completely innocent clown. They've done everything wrong

They're very good at scrimshaw. :)

THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!

[burntoutacademic]

Late nights sometimes give way to creativity. I wanted to chuck this into aether, so dear aether be gentle with me, this is my first poem-esque thing. This is just expression of feelings rather than any proper poem.

Algos and Jupiter

Is the broken heart allowed to say love does not exist?

Can one's misery be so terrible as to insult the poets, the artists in their selfish way?

Those who loved and love so dearly,

despite, or perhaps because of their own trials, that found a beauty and truth to the myth.

Is love pain if it does exist, the hurt one asks?

Is there no delight in suffering? Muse the ones that came before them.

The happiness we all yearn for so desperately wouldn't be so sweet without the torment that came before it.

Even now, when the hope faded out so badly to make you stop believing- is this not just another storm before the calm, the star that is yet to fall for a good wish, the freezing cold before a hot drink?

There is comfort in the pain, for I know it is the bringer of the joy.