#delightfull

[circleofouroborus]

Hiii

[kythwena]

I never go anywhere alone, not anymore, but these things have certain protocols and not even the High King — or I suppose especially not the High King — is exempt.” “The Queenswood,” Quentin said. “Don’t tell me.” “But I am telling you.” Eliot finished his wine, and a rangy, shaven-headed young man refilled his glass without his having to ask. “I went back to that ridiculous meadow of yours, the round one. You see, you’d been right to want to go in. It was our adventure after all.” “I was right.” Quentin felt crestfallen. He stared down at his hands. “I can’t believe it, I was right!” If he hadn’t been so tired, and a bit drunk, it probably wouldn’t have struck him the way it did. But as it was he felt himself filling up with a sense of—how could he put it? He thought he’d learned a lesson about the world, and now he was realizing that the lesson he learned might have been the wrong one. The right adventure had been offered to him, and he’d walked away. If being a hero is a matter of knowing your cues, like the fairy tale said, he’d missed his. Instead he’d spent three days faffing around on Earth for nothing, and nearly got stuck there forever, while Eliot was off on a real quest. “It’s true,” Eliot said. “Statistically, historically, and however else you want to look at it, you are almost never right. A monkey making life decisions based on its horoscope in USA Today would be right more often than you. But in this case, yes, you were right. Don’t spoil it.” “It was supposed to be me, not you!” “You should have gone on it when you had the chance.” “You told me not to!” “Janet told you not to. I don’t know why you listened to her. But look, I know.” Eliot put a hand on his arm. “I know. I had no choice. Whoever is in charge of handing out quests has a damned peculiar sense of humor. “At any rate, off I went. And I did feel something, you know, as I set off that morning. Nip in the air, sun on my armor, a knight pricking across the plain. I wished you could have been there. “Though I looked much better than you would have. I had special questing armor made, just for that day, embossed and damascened within an inch of its life. I won’t lie to you, Quentin. I looked magnificent.”

The Magician King (The Magicians, #2) by Lev Grossman

[hws-gods-au]

Mun Information: Name: Gypty Age (You must reveal if you’re under or over 18 years at the very least): 24

Main Blog: Aph-Portuguese-of-wine

Type of AU blog (art, writing, cosplay, greek pottery, let us know): Art 

What is Shiv’s favourite colour (Refer to the Rules)? Orange 

Muse Information:

Name (For Gods- whatever name they had when they ascended/ a name they are formally referred to as by the other gods): Diogo 

Nation/ Place being represented: Portugal 

God or Human: God 

Personality: 

A kind of guy who is straight to the point, but is so with a relaxed personality, Highly approachable as long as you have no mean intent and will greet you as a mi casa es su casa…even though it’s a forest or something. If threatened, you will probably not be seen again but otherwise thrives on your happiness. 

If a God

 How did they attain godhood?:

 Chicken master Divine wine crafter, worthy of the gods. Often had to make his craft and take it on the go with his travelling coup in fear of envious robbers or saboteurs…or worse, upset gods. Diogo was always half blessed and half cursed by the gods. For his wine was so valuable, it became a symbol of prestige even among gods that it gave him gifts of favours or blessings (water for crops. Minerals for plants. Sun for growth etc.) and then if a God was to become spiteful he would usually be forced to live a harsher life (no food, roving into dangerous territory, beast ruining his crops) So in short, the gods always invested themselves so much in his life they terraformed a path for him to be ascended among the gods. 

What do they offer their worshippers?:

 Giving a bonafide excuse to aimlessly run to the beaches and get lit. Sometimes the harvest they pray for in his name can be selected for divine offerings of high calibre, so you know, getting you on the good side of any gods you need the help of 

Additional background: Don’t question the authority of his chicken. Please make it a cause for celebration when you are in his presence. He is a wine god, harvest god (comes with needing grapes for wine) God of madness to those who hate it when their labour force leaves for a good time. God of pudding…..be afraid. Keep him from silk and bacon. 

Please include examples of your art/ writing/ etc. and if possible, a snippet or piece dedicated to the AU character below:

[organicgardendreams]

I always have been fascinated by garden follies, these often delightfully frivolous, romantic, small buildings which were primarily constructed for decoration and pleasure rather than function. They were very popular in the 18th century English and French landscape gardens and often resembled Roman temples, Chinese pagodas, Indian pavilions. This somewhat run down beauty which I photographed during one of my first trips to England, I don’t even remember where it was exactly, is such a wonderful example for these types of garden buildings. Do you also have a thing for garden follies? #folly #follies #gardenfolly #gardenfollies #england #18thcentury #delightfull #frivolous #pleasure #decoration #gardenornament #romantic #beautiful #romantemple #organicgardendreams (at England) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bmvon0JFh9w/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=124flowt5hk4h

[kythwena]

“That’s awful,” Quentin said. “Jesus.” “It was! I was lolling in my bath of an evening, as one does, blameless as a newborn child—more so, if you’ve ever met such a creature, they’re absolutely horrible—and one of my own towel boys came creeping up behind me with a big curvy knife in his hand. He tried to cut my throat. “I’ll spare you the details”—which is what Eliot said when he was going to march you through everything blow by blow—“but I grabbed his arm, and he went in the water. He’d never been a particularly good towel boy. Perhaps he felt he was meant for better things. But he was no great success as an assassin either, I can tell you. He got his knife against my neck, but nowhere near the artery, and he hadn’t braced himself properly at all. So in he went, and I scrambled out of the water, and I froze it.” “Dixon’s charm?” He nodded. “It was no great loss. I was about to get out anyway. I’d put in so many bath salts I didn’t know if it would take, but it froze solid right away. He looked like Han Solo frozen in carbonite. The resemblance was actually quite striking.”

The Magician King (The Magicians, #2) by Lev Grossman

[throwbackjoker]

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[allin-lightfoot-1981]

[tamarahughes107]

As far as I know, I’m delightful 😏 . . . . #delight #delightfull #tuesday #tuesdaymood #tuesdayvibes #womanpower #womeninbusiness #bosslady #boss #bossbabes #skinlogic #skindeepformulations #bossassbitch #tamtalk #tamtalks #trueauthenticself #authentic #authenticself (at North America) https://www.instagram.com/p/CXcNB6rPdVa/?utm_medium=tumblr