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@ellette-giselle EPIC is usually what I listen to when writing my fantasy book(s) and has actually inspired some stuff, so do with that as you will😂
✨🎶 penelope, why? you know I'm too shy and terrified ✨🎶
Monster is another fav song of mine from EPIC
✨🎶 penelope, why? you know I'm too shy and terrified ✨🎶
YAY!!! another EPIC fan!!!!!!!! 😍
I’m so happy rn😭😭🫶
Okay, so this was all new to you!!!
YEP! 🤣
Biggest plot twist?
ooh hmm🤔
probably Odysseus surviving…bc I actually cried when I thought he “💀”
and also the whole killing the cows thing and I was just like: Eurylochus, I know you’re hungry, but come on now💀
Did you think he would make it back?
I thought we’d lost him, and I was so sad😂😭😭
so no, I didn’t think he would make it back
Favorite story moment?
Ooh maybe when Athena went looking for him, when Odysseus and Penelope finally reunited, or when Telemachus stood up to Antonius (even tho that didn’t end super well for him😅)
Oh, I kinda also like when Odysseus shows Poseidon who’s boss😝
My favorite sagas:
Ithaca and Troy
All of EPIC is so good it’s so hard to choose
songs:
Would you Fall in Love With Me Again
Remember Them
No Longer You
Little Wolf
The Challenge
Though I LOVE all of them.
Yesss they’re all so good😭🫶
Characters:
Odysseus
Penelope
Telemachus
Great choices🤭
✨🎶 penelope, why? you know I'm too shy and terrified ✨🎶
@ellette-giselle WOO HOO for graduation!! 🥳🥳🥳
✨🎶 penelope, why? you know I'm too shy and terrified ✨🎶
I love Athena and Penelope too tho🫶
and I’m listening to EPIC rn🤭😂
✨🎶 penelope, why? you know I'm too shy and terrified ✨🎶
AHHH!!!!!! YOU’RE QUOTE!!!! YOU’VE HEARD EPIC?!?!?!?!?!?
BEST MUSICAL!!!!!! The Odyssey is SUCH a good story! Oh man! I’ve listen to that about 20 times and sung through the whole thing 3 times. The other day a friend and I took parts and did the whole thing while sitting on the bedroom floor! The Odyssey is the height of storytelling in many ways!!!!
Okay, just had to rant about EPIC for a second.
*SCREAMS*
I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD RECOGNIZE IT AHHHHHH
AND THAT SOUNDS LIKE SUCH A BLAST (I wish someone I knew irl listened to EPIC😭)
EPIC is so. freaking. good. like I cannot get enough of it
OK questions, questions!!!! AHHH
What’s your favorite saga?
AHHH that’s so HARD
Probably the Vengeance saga tho
or the Thunder Saga
One of the two🤭
Favorite song? (or top five)
1. Dangerous
2. Would You Fall in Love with Me Again
3. Legendary
4. Ruthlessness/Thunder Bringer (can’t pick between the two)
5. Suffering
favorite character?(or top three)
1. Odysseus
2. Hermes
3. Telemachus (and Polites😭😭😭)
And I haven’t read The Odyssey but I kinda low key want to now😂
✨🎶 penelope, why? you know I'm too shy and terrified ✨🎶
@theducktator love the aesthetic board!!
It’s so depressing. 😭 I’m concerned…
As you should be🤠
✨🎶 penelope, why? you know I'm too shy and terrified ✨🎶
@elishavet-pidyon I’m glad you like it. And it means so much that other historical fictions make you think of my characters😭🫶
Note: I haven’t killed them in my head cannons yet. I leave that to the resident author who shall remain nameless, Ellette.
Nah, I haven’t killed any of them in my mind because I don’t think @freed_and_redeemed would ever actually do it.
UHHHHHH
I’d never be too sure if I were you @ellette-giselle
✨🎶 penelope, why? you know I'm too shy and terrified ✨🎶
Though I do know soldiers had to be clean shaven at that time…….. 🤭
Shhhh let me have my creative liberty😂🫶
✨🎶 penelope, why? you know I'm too shy and terrified ✨🎶
I find it really funny that whenever I want something quick to read, there’s always a new scene posted on here. XD
Hehe I’m glad😂🫶
Bro has a schedule, hehe. Do royal homework, get wife, produce baby.
Indeed. gotta follow all the steps XD
Is this Michael super attached to his late brother to the point where he isn’t practical (and dismisses his responsibilities), or is this council too dismissive of the grieving period? Both?
Probably a mix of both tbh😅
Are you describing Acheron or the man next to him? Either way, I see you’re having fun with the world-building.
The man next to him, I gotta make that more clear tho
and yes, hehe, I am very much having fun
I’m not sure if Michael or Agnar is in the right, here, but that’s probably what you want. A person can linger too much on their grief and avoid other things, but they can also try to move on too quickly.
Yep
Note: When you describe your characters, from what I remember, you usually emphasize the hair and eyes. I liked how you included some clothing description here! Loosen up a little, describe the posture, complexion, noses. (Ah, noses. Where would we be without them?)
(I’m def trying to work on that, heh😅🫶)
✨🎶 penelope, why? you know I'm too shy and terrified ✨🎶
I have some Fin art🤭🫶
(I apologize for the poor quality, my art program is not the best for uploading😅)
✨🎶 penelope, why? you know I'm too shy and terrified ✨🎶
@everyone
Loving the art, y’all🫶
Y’all are all so talented
✨🎶 penelope, why? you know I'm too shy and terrified ✨🎶
@elishavet-pidyon @rae @koshka @theducktator @ellette-giselle @whalekeeper @savannah_grace2009 @grcr @anyone-else-idk-lol
Little new Leon/Riker aesthetic (with their new (and better) character reference pics🤭 Leon at top, Riker below)
✨🎶 penelope, why? you know I'm too shy and terrified ✨🎶
@ellette-giselle I’m def gonna have to catch up on the sections😅🫶
✨🎶 penelope, why? you know I'm too shy and terrified ✨🎶
@ellette-giselle @whalekeeper @rae @savannah_grace2009 @koshka @keilah-h @elishavet-pidyon @theducktator @godlyfantasy12 @anyone-else-idk
Anyone wanna read a little sneak peek into one of my main projects? 🤭🫶
It was finally the day that marked exactly a year since Aodhán had perished.
Michael Bréagach pulled at a loose string on the sleeve of his blue-and-gold long coat, seated in a red upholstered chair as men of nobility spoke of things he shared no concern nor patience for.
The men spoke of taxes, of law, of history.
They discussed ideas and plans for how their land could further prosper in the absence of some trade routes and allies that had been long since abolished.
But he cared little for any of it.
What could ever be possibly more important on a solemn day than remembering the murder of his one and only brother, the heir to the throne of Aonaichte?
Former heir.
Michael brushed back a few loose blonde curls and sat up straighter, even if only slightly, jaw set.
He would—“My Prince.”
Jarred from his reverie by the cold tone of the oh so pleasant Dargan Ahearn, Michael glanced up at the older man that had been his father’s aide for as far back as he could recollect.
Dargan frowned. “Your father has inquired of you and awaits your response.”
Glancing up at the tall, commanding form of Agnar of Aonaichte, Michael slightly ducked his head. “I offer my sincerest of apologies, father. What was your inquiry?”
“Earl Fergus Cullen has reminded me of all that still awaits you in preparation for your ascension to the throne.”
A conversation he had long since grown exhausted of.
“Father—”
“Michael, I will not and cannot have this discussion with you again,” Agnar slightly adjusted the silver crown atop his gray head, “you know it is necessary.”
It was always deemed “necessary”, but his father had never truthfully explained how, or why, he deemed it so crucial.
“Necessary for what?”
One of the other earls frowned. “Your father cannot remain King forever, much as we would enjoy for such to be so, and you must ready yourself for the days of your own ruling. I highly suggest you first begin to prepare by seeking out a queen fit to rule alongside you and produce an heir.”
Michael’s fists clenched. “But why is it deemed so necessary? Is it necessary so I can waste a day of remembrance discussing law and history and taxes? So I can spend my time that could be used in remembering Aodhán to merely discuss how Aonaichte may prosper, as if his death means not a thing to a single one of you?”
Agnar’s fist echoed on the long, engraved table, and he leaned forward slightly, his eyes hard. “It’s necessary because it is, Michael Bréagach, and you will not question me again on this matter.”
Michael flushed, and he sank back slightly.
How dare his father act as if Aodhán’s death meant nothing? And when had his father ever spoken to him in such a cold, harsh tone, and in front of the nobility no less?
How…how…crude.
A prince deserved better treatment—“Lord Dorchadas, you are late.”
Dorchadas.
Michael’s fists clenched once more.
“I apologize, Your Majesty…it won’t happen again.”
But he had never apologized for…for—Michael’s jaw ticked.
“It best not.” Agnar replied simply, a kind word that carried a small lilt that hinted to a warning Lord Dorchadas would be wise to adhere.
But he deserved far more than a warning.
Acheron Dorchadas deserved public execution for what he had done.
But if Michael spoke his mind on the matter, as he had many a time previously, he wasn’t so sure his father’s patience would last much longer.
So, he bit back his tongue, despite his hatred of doing so.
But he’d make his stance clear as day later if it was so required.
“Take a seat, Lord Dorchadas.”
Acheron obeyed, and Michael glanced over at him but didn’t make eye contact.
He would not dare make eye contact with…with…him, simply.
Rather, his gaze strayed to the man who stood behind and slightly off to Acheron’s left, who stood a head or two taller than the Lord and was at least several years older, whereas Acheron’s face still held the shape one often associated with youth.
Braiding a custom far more common within the kingdoms and lands to their east but a tradition some within Aonaichte had long since adopted, especially those who dwelled in secret or in the mountain ranges near Rígsteal, the man’s carefully braided long hair and thick beard only somehow added to the fierce look of him.
Not that the mace he carried made him look any less threatening either.
But he was a mere retainer, and one to a measly lord.
Michael did not fear those beneath his stature.
“…Many believe he still lives, Your Majesty.”
Who still lived?
Michael’s gaze darted to Fergus. “Who lives?”
The earl frowned at him and stroked his hand through his white beard. “Some within Aonaichte still believe your brother to be alive.”
Aodhán…alive?
There was a possibility his brother still lived?
“Such rumors were begun and spread by those of ill repute,” Agnar sniffed, tears brimming his eyes, “no one with any ounce of sense will listen to such foolishness. I-I watched my son’s death with my own eyes…”
There was a chance Aodhán could still be alive, and perhaps even still be in Aonaichte?
Could his brother still live?
What if his father had given in to despair or else envisioned something that was not there out of his grief?
What if he had believed Aodhán dead when indeed he still lived?
Maybe they were false rumors.
But how could Michael pass up on the opportunity to possibly find his brother alive and well?
~*~*~*~*~*~
“His Majesty’s orders were carried out efficiently, my Lord.”
Tapping tan fingers on the polished arm of the tall chair he sat in, Acheron slowly lifted to his feet. “Did you face any resistance?”
“Not enough to stop us, my Lord.”
Acheron nodded. “Has the man—”
A retainer shifted in the doorway that stood as the only entrance and exit of the small hall, mace gleaming at his side. He crossed his arms over his burly chest, smiled, and raised two curious eyebrows, attentively watching the exchange between Lord and Soldier.
The younger man glanced over his shoulder, eyes widening at the sight of the man standing in the doorway.
Pushing back the short cape that covered a single shoulder, Acheron waved a hand at the man that remained on his knees on the freshly polished dark floors. “Leave us.”
The young, armored man scrambled to his feet and fled the room, quickly striding past red draperies embroidered with interwoven golden thread, a splash of color in the otherwise dark hall.
“Seems as though he was more than eager to tell you of his supposed success.”
“There is no need to sound so dry, Drasq.” Acheron retorted, flopping back down into his seat, frowning at the older man. “The man stopped an attempt on the King’s life, which is something worthy of praise.”
“And yet the unsuccessful assassin remains alive.”
“It is left to His Majesty to decide the man’s fate. The man is imprisoned and will do no further harm.” Acheron said simply, waving a hand in dismissal.
Drasq frowned and ran a single hand through his full, long, dark beard, glancing at the draperies before settling his cold gaze on Acheron. “He would beg to differ.”
Acheron’s heart pounded.
His hand stopped mid-air
“He ordered for the man to be ended,” Drasq leaned close—he had terrible breath—and sneered, “and you know defying His orders is something neither He nor I can accept.”
“I couldn’t tell the soldier to kill the man when His Majesty ordered for the man to be brought before him. I have already once been blamed for more than enough.”
Drasq scowled and stepped back with a thud, armored boots echoing across the cut dark stone. “None would blame you for the death of a man who attempted to end King Agnar’s life. If they know better, they will be eternally grateful.”
If only it were that simple.
But many had already once blamed him for the death of the older of the princes until he had been proven innocent.
“You don’t understand—”
“You are the one who doesn’t make sense of what is before you, Lord Acheron,” Drasq practically spat ‘Lord’, “nor understand clearly what is at risk as we speak.”
He wasn’t an imbecile nor an idiot.
He understood the risks.
But wasn’t it more proper to obey King Agnar’s orders over…His orders? Albeit obeying King Agnar over Him was far more costly and far less safe.
But how could he risk more disdain?
Did many not already hate him enough?
He ran a finger along the engraved woodwork of his chair and bit down on his bottom lip.
His Majesty King Agnar was far more forgiving than…Him.
And Acheron would be a foolhardy buffoon that had a death wish to disobey His orders any more than he already had in the past.
“Do whatever you desire with the man, Drasq. His Majesty must understand that the attempted assassin refused arrest, and we had no other choice.”
Drasq offered a wide, almost yellow grin. “I will see to it, my lord.”
Drasq fled the room, and Acheron leaned back in his seat.
It had to be done.
For the good of Aonaichte, anyone who attempted to usurp King Agnar deserved justice only in the form of death.
But if it was so right, so true…
Why did it feel so wrong?
✨🎶 penelope, why? you know I'm too shy and terrified ✨🎶