#aurea-venus

[wailingstarharpy]

Dearest Harpy, would you like to tell me what is wrong with being girly and looking like a girl? -bitchy hair flip here-

@aurea-venus

“…There is nothing wrong that is the problem!! Beside the simple fact that I am not so girly, I’m just me! It’s not my fault if I’ve pink hair or if I like to cook! I might have some feminine traits but I’m not a woman!! It doesn’t make me wear dresses or loving all the romantic movies out there!”

[caduceusnocassandra]

The Healer [+aurea-venus]

The poisonous blood

Cassandra still had a hard time believing that she was actually sent to the Sanctuary to heal people. Healers usually, as she had learned in the harsh way, were never really considered among the other orders, one of the many reasons being the fact that Asclepius was only a demigod, unlike all the other gods.

Also, the fact that Healers were not really fit for battle was another of those reasons, thus the message brought to the Great Healer had been a sort of shock, considering that the only jobs they usually had were healing civilians and occasionally some simple soldier

No one would actually become a Healer on their own will, so they were overall relatively few at the temple and most of the time they were out into other places. Cassandra had been chosen because she was one of the few left and maybe the only one who knew the area well enough, being born in Athens. Whatever was the reason, anyway, she had considered it also as a good chance to show how truly worthy were Healers and a great honour. For as much as she knew, usually Saints did not really need any help at all, but considered all the news she had heard about conflicts everywhere this surprised her only up to a certain point.

And that had been mainly how she had found herself in the Sanctuary, inside the patients yard, which was at least the double of the yard at the temple of Epidaurus. She had been feeling quite happy so far, she had considerably more space to move around and more space to store what she would need.

Right in that moment she was dealing with a case of poisoning. Apparently battle had occurred, as reported by witnesses and written evidence, and the poor man had been caught in the middle. What she was trying to understand was how poisoning could happen through blood, since all the analyses she had done brought all evidence to that. The man was now resting, he was out of danger, but she needed to find a remedy to that, or that man’s health would never be the same, or worse, he could die.

She knitted her brows, thinking, observing the ampoules where the poisoned blood had been stored. Well, why not? I could just swallow a bit and see, she asked herself, I am generally immune to poison, what could be the worse that could happen? However, she burned a bit of her Cosmo, first of all she needed to treat the bad scratches on the man’s skin.

She placed her hand on the patient’s chest, whispering:

“Divine Healing.”

Her Cosmo slowly flowed out. Soon enough the deepest injuries started healing. She smiled. She barely felt, as concentrated as she was, that another Cosmo was nearby.

[caduceusnocassandra]

19, 21, 22, 43! (thank you <3)

19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now?

Quite the question I might say. I think the deepest disillusion Cassandra had was when she learned how Healers were actually considered. When she first set foot in Epidaurus, the Great Healer made a long speech on how being a Healer was important, bcause they all would be saving lives and all. She had become slightly arrogant because of that, but when her first Healing was assigned to her, and she complied at the best, the one she ha been healing, a follower of Apollo, dismissed her if not rudely, not as kindly as she expected. It was when she came back to the temple and spoke with her teacher that she learned the truth. Healers are considered slightly less worse than common swindlers by the most part of the rest of the armies of Saints. She is still a bit bitter about that and will become really angry if she is told off.

21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate?

Cassandra’s manners are generally polite, quiet. She tends to apologise for everything and there’s the big deal of her thinking she’s not good enough, so she tends to be slightly awkward once in a while. She likes people she can be herself with, people who don’t judge her or her behaviour and gently hold her by hand supporting her. She doesn’t like people who boast out stuff they might have never done, she absolutely hates people who are too touchy and not respectful of her personal space. She will most likely step away from them as soon as she can.

22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner?

She tends to be friends with pretty much everyone, although she has a bit of difficulty in actually making friends, mostly because she never really knows how to express her feelings. At the moment she doesn’t have any lovers, although, when asked, she might say she’d just love to have someone who could love and accept her as she is, appearence is never really important, it’s what is inside that matters.

43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back?

She doesn’t really have secrets, she’s never had any, mostly because she’s horrible at actually keeping them. She is a bit naive sometimes and tends to speak out too much; people, her teacher first of all, say this will cost her life, because she looks too straightforward.

[deathxmask-a]

▶ and ♣ (thank you owo)

▶ - one plot I’ve always wanted to do with them

I love doing Psycho Deathmask, but sadly, not everyone seems to like that, sadly.

♣ - hardest thing to “get right” about playing them

Trying to balance the pyscho like personality we see in the show with the fact that he’s a Cancer, the sign that is the exact contrary of a psycho. Also trying to write him and not completely destroy him as a character you know? Don’t make him too soft or too harsh.

[shivapav-blog]

The same | Closer Starter

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                                                         After such day without even standing up from the bed, Peacock Shiva needed to do it. 

Why? Shaka’s orders, and she knew his master didn’t like to wait too long. She dress up quickly but with enough time to look beautiful as she liked and then walked to the main entrance of the Virgo Temple.

“Great, at least you arrive in time.” Shaka smiled to pat her shoulder. “Your mission is simple… but is not me who will tell you about it.” The Peacock Saint was a bit surprised by this. “Go downstairs, till you reach the Aries temple. There you will find your partner for this mission.”

         “Isn’t Agora?” she asked because normally her brother was her partner always.

“Not this time… maybe you need someone new to see. Now go, I have things to do and you too.”

Shiva did a reverence and, after taking her Silver Cloth, did what her master told her.

Of course, she didn’t know that Shaka already talked with certain Golden Saint to have everything under control after seeing his student Shiva so depress. And she was still a bit depress. It hurt a lot when someone told her she was weird, different and didn’t deserve to be a saint for the only reason of being what she was; a male who felt like female.

When she reached the Aries temple she was still with a sad face but then got surprised when she found not Mu but Aphrodite there. So many years ago, when Shiva was a little kid, she was so astonished by Aphrodite’s beauty and his way to be, it was an idol. But never had the brave energy to come close and she is allergic to flowers so the last Temple was a deadline, literally.

        “Good morning.” She said with all the respect in front of such a beauty. “It is you my partner in this mission?” she asked with a slight smile trying to hide her feelings.

[aurea-venus]

Arché [CLOSED]

Aphrodite was cold as always, even with Fomalhaut’s scarf hanging losely around his neck and almost touching the floor. It was handcrafted wool and Aphrodite loved the way it itched his skin. Such a thin, small body with thin bones couldn’t keep any warmth inside. Nighty wind was cutting his skeleton in half. But he still preferred that cold coming from the sea, than suffocating under heavy bed sheets. He woke Fomalhaut up with a soft, affectionate crying. Now they were walking outside, and his Master looked like he needed to get some air as much as his pupil. Aphrodite was the only apprentice with whom he could behave more freely; Aphrodite knew. He knew he loved him more than all the others. He loved that.  They spoke some minutes about the Sanctuary, the excitement of the day and the fears for the future training. Fomalhaut described him what were those columns, those fallen altars, and Aphrodite was wrapped up in his stories when, almost magically, another Teacher with another novice appeared in front of them, silent, ghostly. Aphrodite held his breath and hid behind Fomalhaut - the scarf was caught under his foot, and Aphrodite made a funny movement with his neck, pulled down. It was that scary Teacher Fomalhaut had warmly hugged that same day. He had dark skin like someone from Africa. The kid too. Aphrodite stared from behind his teacher’s knees. “My dear friend. I knew you thought it was a night too beautiful not to enjoy it also, without having to read your mind.” Fomalhaut greeted, quite sarcastingly, since he knew the Teacher was doing a service to that little kid, just like Fomalhaut was, and was not awake in the middle of the night to contemplate Sanctuary’s shore.

@aakhlys

[comaberenicesmei]

Because that was actually a cute thread and I don’t care how bad it looks I just wanted to draw Mei trying to braid Dite’s hair. @aurea-venus

[grybasileus]

✸❋❇✣(veryverymuchkbye)

✸ I want to plot with you

❋ Your blog is one of my favs

❇ I love the way you write

✢ I like your characters

lsdkfjhasfdkj thank you so much for all those compliments!! I’m unsure if I even deserve them, but thank you!! They truly mean a lot <3