it’s nearly midnight i am definitely supposed to be sleeping but anyway-
Alekos
my boy, my baby, this adorable little shit who has legit existed for a day i made him up yesterday cos i needed a young demigod for protectors of the young lol
he’s nine (atm), born legit a couple months post lightning thief. he’s another Apollo kid with two dads and he really doesn’t fit the usual apollo kid mould. like he’s obviously an Apollo kid, what with his golden eyes, but Alekos is a legit hazard in the infirmary - if it can be dropped or broken or done wrong he can somehow manage it
and archery? Alekos loves archery but he has absolutely none of the usual talent. like he is a good archer but that’s because he loves it. he practices constantly
Alekos is just one of those Apollo kids who take more after his Truth domain and as much as he thinks that’s boring, because he’s nine, he’s pretty damn strong with it
(he also inherited a tiny bit of Apollo’s knowledge domain which is why he is so determined to teach Percy the bow)
anyways Alekos is brought to Camp post Titan war by his other dad, Nik, and Percy is the one to give him his introduction to camp and his tour etc and basically Alekos goes ‘him. he’s my new favourite person’ and it’s been true ever since
(And that was before he saw Percy fight lol)
he loves his siblings, he does, they’re great, but percy
which is why he asked percy to take him to his archery competition lol
Okay @sparklecryptid dolls of Anordil! First off we have a human version, for her last life. I pictured curlier hair tbh, but this was as curly as it got. And the skin tones are pretty limited, sorry. Made with THIS DOLL MAKER.
Next up we have a couple of the same maker! Anordil is joined by Glorfindel in both. I tried to do Erestor, but idk the body and face options just didn’t fit. First up is a sort of party scene. They’re in a corner waiting for Erestor to join them and trading comments about some of the other attendees probably! (I wish there’s been some fancier hair choices, but these were the best I could find!) Made with THIS DOLL MAKER (really, check it out for yourself, there are TONS of cool clothing options and expressions to play with)
And this is the same maker, I really liked the blanket over the shoulders so I needed an excuse to use it. SO I guess this is Anordil and Glorfindel rolling out of bed in the middle of the night for some reason. An alarm of some kind? They’ve got their boots on, and Glorfindel grabbed his sword, but not pants.
This one was actually one of the first I tried, and it’s not perfect (no pointy ears option) but I liked that there was a feanorian star type necklace option! The red is a bit too pink for proper House of Feanor colors, but whatever! XD Have Anordil being VERY fancy. Made with THIS DOLL MAKER.
This one was a bit limited, but I chose it bc you can add extra sparklies to the eyes. This is sorta what I meant in my suggestion? Ears are also a lot pointy, but it didn’t turn out too bad! Made with THIS DOLL MAKER.
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Ohhhh that fic sounds amazing! I will be sitting over here, being a proud enabler, and waiting should you decided to post the fic!
Ruthless fucking bastard Regis is /so much fun/
Among other things that delight me:
Titus: /makes a snide remark about what kind of asshole Regis is, since as soon as shit hit the fan he dropped the Wall and raised the Old Wall. And why couldn't the fucking asshole do that since the beginning?
Clarus: ...because his son was still held hostage in Insomnia?
Titus: .../awkward, awkward realization that the Citadel (and most of Regis' court) getting obliterated in the process was not, in fact, an accident.
Clarus: Yeah. Uh. It's okay if you need to sit down. He's Like That, it might take a minute to hit you.
Titus: ...are you trying to tell me that the Wall was a leash that the Lucians themselves put on their own King?!
Clarus: They do have a habit of getting high on all that transcendental magical power.
Regis, drenched in gore: I have no idea what you're talking about.
Clarus: Do you want to tell him why your dynasty doesn't have an ancestral castle seat? Or should I?
Titus: What.
Clarus: They burned it to the ground. With the court inside it. Twice.
Regis: We established our sacred holy covenant with the Astrals through fucking fraticide, why is anyone still surprised we're exactly what we are? The gods sure as fuck didn't choose the merciful, pious brother, I'll tell you that much.
I see you reblogging Pelna and I would be lying if I said my first instinct wasn’t to think ‘oh pelna would be nice paired with a Jedi or a clone’ but that was my first thought
Also I see your Crowe reblogs and now I’m debating who in sw I would ship her with and also that she would be an excellent mentor to ahsoka
I mean. Padme/Crowe or Aayla/Crowe is where my thoughts immediately went.
Finally caved and wrote this sad Stressed boy OC that has been rattling his cage forever. inspired by the stream of LC OC’s that @sparklecryptid and @secret-engima have been pouring from their skulls. sorry if this is garbage but I haven’t written anything serious in years
Mors’ Bastard OC
Name: Miles Nemo [Neh-moh] Graucus Lucis Caelum
Dark haired, grey eyed. Male. Older than Regis by 9 years.
Mother was a loyalist who handed him over to Mors. He was named Miles (soldier) and secretly raised and trained to serve the trueborn heir by Mors and Lord Amicitia. Miles did not have a very nice childhood, but proved magically powerful and talented. He also bears quite a few scars from his child soldier training. (when Cor came along, Mors already had plenty of practice)
Never verbally acknowledged as Mors’ son, but in classified Kings-Eyes-Only files there are medical and progress reports that record their relation.(this may come in later)
Though Miles was desperately loyal, Mors eventually realized that Regis could never be trusted with the knowledge or use of his older brother servant, the crown prince was much too soft would love him too much, would trust him too much. So when Regis was about 10 and Miles 19, Mors magically “gagged” his eldest from any claim to the throne or royal kin and banished him from Insomnia, with the clothes on his back and little else to his name.
Miles renamed himself Nemo (No one) and returned to his mother’s family, House Graucus, or what’s left of it. His granduncle owned a run down farm out on the edge of a tiny town in the boonies of Duscae and gave it to him to live on. Out of sight out of mind.
Run down is a generous description, but cleaning it up gives him something to do so he doesn’t have to think . Since it’s an out of the way property in the middle of nowhere, he experiments with his magic in his free time. Nemo has no other skills but fighting and is kind of lost with no structure to his life, so he makes structure. He fights daemons at night and depression naps during the day between clean up spurts. Gets pretty good and very subtle with his magic. Eventually he weaves a nearly imperceivable anti-daemon warding around the borders of his farm.
The first night he lies awake in bed, with no daemons trying to claw their way inside, the silence is suffocating or maybe that’s just the heavy bitter seal in his mouth. He spends the rest of the night pretending the junk in the fields are daemons and disintegrates them with prejudice.
Clearing the land takes time for one person even with magic. But Nemo has nothing and no one but time.
No he’s not bitter.
Cleaning the up the farm lets a lot of wild flowers grow back in the new space, and soon there are a lot of bees. A Lot of bees. In fact a swarm of bees has invaded his porch.
On one of Nemo’s rare visits to the tiny nowhere town, he actually talks to the man he buys his produce from for the first time. About the bees. It’s a LOT of bees. He has to keep using the back window to get into his own house. Please help.
Taking pity on this hapless city boy, the farmer (Jeth, apparantly) helps him set up a hive and catch the swarm that has claimed his house. Jeth, seeing the Huge field of wildflowers, hints that he wouldn’t mind the first batch of honey from the hive if Nemo can manage to harvest it, and donates some old equipment from his own farm.
It’s...a learning process, but Nemo eventually becomes the local bee keeper of Graucus Farm. It takes time, but Nemo has nothing but time.
The first honey is almost sweet enough to banish the sharp bitter taste he’s been carrying in his mouth since the day that Father-, and smells like standing in the middle of his field at night under the stars. Jeth finds a jar of honey on his own porch with a dried wildflower on the cover, stuck with a beeswax seal. There’s a terse handwritten note of thanks under the jar, but Jeth has come to find that’s just Nemo’s way.
A few years pass. Nemo has planted a couple of flowering herb patches on Jeth’s recommendation, and planted hives in them for when the swarming season comes. At night he weaves wards over the hives, protection and calm, until he can check the well-being of a hive at a glance. The smell of flowers and the soft hum of the hives lulls him to sleep at night, and he feels like maybe one day he’ll be fine.
After a while he has more honey and herbs than he can sell or give away locally in his tiny nowhere town. Jeth asks if he’s ever heard of mead. He hasn’t but the local barflies are enthusiastically supportive and Nemo ends up with a distillery set up in his shed. Every town visit has the locals asking about how it’s going, and well, it’s certainly going that stain on the shed ceiling will never come out. But more and more of them know the reclusive beekeeper by name and it’s.not...bad.
It’s a process, (and if he quietly experiments with infusing his honey, herbs, and mead with magic...) but Nemo has nothing but time.
He lets Jeth have a taste of his first good batch, a bottle with a dried wildflower pressed into the hand written label made for him by Falx, the owner of the bar. Graucus Farm Wildflower Mead. A little silver bee stamped in the middle. Nemo takes the rest of the barrel down to the local bar as a thankyou to the rest of the town. Falx made him his own seat in a quiet corner of the bar. The mead is sweet and floral on the nose, with a dry bite at the end, and it almost disguises the bitter weight on back of his tongue. The old tv on the wall celebrates the Crown Prince’s 18th birthday. Nemo is 27 as he drowns old wishes and nightmares in mead.
One night when Nemo goes out to his shed to check on his latest batch of wildflower mead, he finds a half-dead hunter bleeding all over his lavender. There’s a bloody trail carved through his flowers all the way to the broken fence on the border of his farm. Daemons wander and search in confusion beyond the buzzing of his wards, but cannot find their prey.
He may or may not heal her up with “salves” and “tinctures” (not potions, what would a humble beekeeper in the middle of nowhere be doing with potions) made from his Perfectly Normal herbs and honey and then in the morning puts her to work cleaning up his ruined lavender. Then he feeds her a late lunch, reverse pickpockets one of his many, many jars of honey into the hunter’s pack and kicks her out.
Nemo doesn’t expect to see her again, but she comes back a few months later. With friends. Who are bleeding all over his sage.
Nemo is not a bed&breakfast clinic, he would have you know.
This happens a few more times as his bee farm becomes known to the local hunters as a safe place to stay and recover, (for some strange reason daemons avoid the place like it doesn’t exist. might be the big magical Fuck Off sign Nemo made years ago) and the honey, salves, and tinctures seem to have real rejuvenating qualities. He’s not quite a witch, but the hunters think he might be some kind of green mage. Nemo is not.
Nemo gets so fed up with these hunters (and one repeat offender in particular, she has to be doing on purpose, Astrals know why) that he complains to the Auburnries and tells them to get their hunters Off His Lawn. Instead he gets a caravan set up just within his property line. The Meladico Hunters HQ even pays him rent and a little extra to keep it stocked. He sulks about it a bit, but stocks the caravan with mead and not-potions so they’ll stop trying to come up to the house and trampling his flowers and disturbing his bees. His mead becomes quite popular with the hunters, and they keep on their best behavior, lest the green mage curse them. Nemo is Not a green mage.
That cuts down on the amount of trespassers by 99%. That one particular hunter insists on seeing the (very fetching in her opinion) bee keeping witch personally whenever she gets a booboo. And if she says she stomped one of his flower bushes on the way in, well it gives her a reason to stay and “apologize” to him don’t it? Nemo shouldn’t find this charming, but somehow he does.
Some of her hunter friends think she’s nuts and are worried she’ll get herself cursed. Instead Dacia eventually gets herself a husband.
Nemo gets married, though he couldn’t tell you how it happened. Old Jeth is his best man, and the hunter that trampled through his flowers is his wife. The wedding is attended by nearly the entire town and his wife’s hunter friends. It’s loud and bright, and Nemo is hugged by everyone he knows at least twice.
His Granduncle does not come (travel is unkind to his joints), but sends an orange sapling as a wedding gift. Nemo is startled to see it signed for Miles & Audacia Graucus. No one in his nowhere town knows him as Miles, and it’s jarring to see it again. He pretends he’s not terrified that someone draped in royal black will come as if summoned by his deadname. He pretends he’s not somehow still hurt when the night passes with no sign of acknowledgment from the crown, after all, it’s not like he sent...that man an invitation.
Nemo always thought that even though he had been banished, Mors might have kept watchers on him. He had half-expected a threat of some kind delivered among the wedding gifts, a reminder to stay in his lane and not get ideas above his station. But it is almost worse to find that Mors has decided to forget about him entirely. That he meant so little in the end as to not even merit a warning.
He sends a message reminding his granduncle of his name change not that he even has any papers to begin with in the thank you letter, and plants the orange sapling in the empty space between the house and the brewing shed. Nemo wishes he could bury Miles and all of his twisted feelings in the ground along with it.
It’s strange to be married. His Dacia comes and goes with her work and his house is becoming a home. It takes getting used to. Jeth reminds him that it’s a process, just like life. It takes time and no little effort, but Nemo has someone and not as much time as he used to, and it’s...good.
Eventually, just as the young orange tree starts throwing blossoms, they have a baby. She is the most beautiful thing Nemo has ever seen, and when he holds her for the first time, their magic sparks between them in a way he’s never experienced in all his life. Warm and Safe and Loved. The way family was meant to be. He cries harder than he has ever cried before or since. He names her Kara. Precious. Beloved. So she never ever doubts.
The day of his daughter’s birth is the day the boy who still loved Mors, in spite of everything, finally dies.
He’s free of Miles. And a bit angry. Nemo makes a trip to his mother’s grave on the main family property and pours a bottle of mead over the headstone. They never had contact after she handed him over, and granduncle doesn’t talk much about her. She died a few years before he was banished, so Nemo supposes she was at least spared the shame of it. Both he and Dacia only had to hold their daughter once and knew that they would never have given her away to anyone. He never knew his mother or her circumstances but he finally cuts her out of his heart too and walks away.
Eventually he stops being angry. There’s literally no time with a baby and a wife and friends on top of the honey, herbs, mead, and caravan.
Eventually Prince Regis goes on his pilgrimage. Nemo holds his breath as news of the retinue’s approach trickles in from the hunters. He sends Dacia off to Lestallum to visit her parents with Kara just in case. The prince bypasses their little nowhere town and Nemo can breathe again.
Eventually there is a death and then a coronation. Nemo brings his best cask of mead to the town bar to watch it commence on the old tv and is not bitter. Everyone else in the bar is drunk and joyful. No one much liked Mors, Astrals rest him and so forth, and Regis at 23, seems more personable at least. But the new King is a son of Mors, and Nemo doesn’t trust that smile as far as the horizon goes. After all, he too knows what it means to be a son of Mors, and there was never any room for love in it.
Nemo is quiet sitting in his booth, swirling his glass. He’s the only one at the bar and probably most of Lucis who actually has an inkling of what this truly means for the young king. Even in the tv broadcast on a shitty tv, the ring flickers menacingly at him in the sunlight. Nemo wonders if Regis has felt its teeth before the day of their father’s passing. Perhaps there is no room for love under Mors’ shadow, but there is room for pity.
He toasts his would be master little brother’s image on the screen and thinks, better you than me. The mead is floral on the nose and goes down smooth and sweet, and Nemo is not bitter. Long live the King.
/
Regis is not King for more than a week when the Restricted Access files become known to him.
In those files meant for the King’s Eyes Only, Regis finds a brother.
