#flag knight of the olympics

[mrfandomwars]

If people reblog this like. 5 times by different individuals/blogs, I will post tomorrow my 1100 or so word Phantom of the Olympic½ X Knight of the Olympic².

¹Phantom of the Olympic(s), Torch Bearer, The (Mysterious) Individual, etc

²Knight of the Olympic (s), Flag Knight, Flag Bearer, etc

[lecirueblr]

THE TORCHBEARER AND FLAG KNIGHT ARE BACK!!!

[suzieloveships]

Words can't express my love for the ao3 writers

[phantomandknight]

they fell asleep on her shoulder :,)

i see you phantom of the opera fans in my reposts. i know ur there haha, but i dont know anything about phantom of the opera at all. i only know this quote from a passing joke made in a youtube video i watched forever ago

also, edith piaf song reference just because :D ignoring the somewhat mediocre side profile drawing, i hope u guys like the pastel artstyle as well :)

[princess-lvcifer]

An edit I did of them almost a month ago <3

[thatoneacecryptid]

I hope everyone knows that these Olympic ceremony characters will stay in my heart forever

[bebe-benzenheimer]

I FOUND VIDEOS THIS TWITTER THREAD HAS VIDEOS EVERYONE GO DOWNLOAD BEFORE IOC HAS A COPYRIGHT FIT GO GO GO GO GO GO GO

[semioticb]

AZIRAPHALE?!?!?

[phantomandknight]

AND ALSO THIS HELLO????

Hello can you do the masked flame carrier who is my favorite character in Banksy mode please ??? thank you very much

Hi! Please forgive the delay! I have no idea if this fits the brief, but I gave it a go. Also, thank you so much for sending me a question and a request. I have never gotten one before and it was very nice! It was so cool to get a request and it was really inspiring. Thank you, thank you!

[mrfandomwars]

I swear to god I saw and reblogged a fanart of the Torch Bearer/Phantom of the Olympics having their hand kissed by the Flag Knight/Lady Sequana(?) of the Olympics and like

I CAN'T FIND IT HELP

EDIT: I found it!!!! The link is in the reblogs!!! :3

[macknshift]

"GIRL!LEO" . . . a study by a shifter who rlly loves her gf

⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆ dedicated to @junoshifts who wanted to hear more about lou!!! (i hope this inspires you to make a genderswap!percy dr or two lol)

SO. THE BASICS. her name is louise joan (after her grandma) scott, and her 80% of the time fc is sab quesada. her original "debut" is my percy jackson dr, which basically functions as a summer camp romance dr (i will be posting a form to script yourself into this dr if anyone is interested!!!) in which she's an aphrodite kid who is just. Shit Out of Luck when it comes to romance. she's kind-of done with it and that's where i come in <3 (i'm an ares kid who hates violence and would be much better suited to be an apollo kid lol)

A FEW DRS WITH HER INCLUDE:

⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆ PERCY JACKSON / SUMMER CAMP : louise "lou" scott , 19 , head aphrodite co-counsellor. romance skeptic & soccer player. capture-the-flag enthusiast & the "sporty" counsellor. (fc sab quesada)

⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆ INFLUENCER : louise "lou" scott , 20 , olympic bronze medallist in women's rugby. minecraft pvp & fortnite sweat. plays college rugby at university of southern california. mackncheese fan to gf. (fc sab quesada)

⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆ "DISNEY" PRINCESS : lady louisa , 22 , personal knight to princess sofia mignonette of solaria. (secretly the second daughter of king midas of lunaria). skilled swordswoman and friend to any that may need a helping hand. (fc ruby cruz)

⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆ OTHERS INCLUDE : (WIP) twilight dr , gravity falls dr , spider-girl dr &&& a few other WIPS!

some fun things about her :

⊹ in the way that i always smell like a vanilla-lemon cupcake (my hair products are 'lemon dessert' scented & i have matching body wash lol) she always smells chocolatey. like idk what she uses but she always smells like chocolate. (even when she's sweaty. idk how the hell she does it.) her deodorant is cinnamon scented too so we both smell like very different baked goods.

⊹ at least in my influencer dr, she's got 6 tattoos - a tramp stamp that says "most valuable ass" (not even fucking joking?????? i have no idea where it came from) in cursive, 2 (two) patchwork tattoos on her arms - one each of mj (her twin sister & my bff)'s cats (that are also practically her) named luna and nova, a little safety pin right on her hand before her pointer finger, a bunch of sparkles like the kaomoji i use in my posts (in brown ink too so they kind of look like freckles from far away) on her arm, and the olympic rings where her right underboob is. i'm pretty sure she has more but those are the ones i have found so far lmfao

⊹ in my influencer dr she was originally a fan of mine! she watched my minecraft streams when i was a minecraft lore streamer in the dark ages (unfortunately the dsmp is in my lore. it helped kick-start my voice acting career though so i'm a big fan lol) and dm-ed me on instagram when i went to paris in 2024 to go to the olympics!

⊹ the bodyguard trope is a STAPLE in my drs lol it's in three drs - my marvel dr, my princess charm school dr, and my "disney princess" dr (i call it this bc it sort-of follows the plot of the original disney animated film i star in in my influencer dr lol) and i will never tire of it esp bc she's in a suit of armor lol

⊹ lou and leo are literally the same person obviously (just genderswapped) so there aren't any emotional / personality changes BUT! she's mj's twin sister instead of mj's older half-brother (i'll explain the lore someday lol) so her upbringing is probably a bit more pleasant lol

soundtrack to her life . . . fresh out the slammer , taylor swift. bags (live from electric lady studios) , clairo. capable of love , pinkpantheress. bad religion , frank ocean. fable , gigi perez. part of me , noah kahan.

⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆ as we can tell, i love yapping ab any version of leo/lou so if u have any qs send them my way through my ask box!!! i'll be posting about some of these drs soon as well :D

[prideknights]

Looks like the pins are winning. I am curious to know what you had in mind for the flags?

The fabric would definitely been of premium quality. A couple years ago I actually found a company who makes the official flags for the Olympic Games. It is a heavy soft material. I would say it is about 8 times heavier than the Pride Flags most people have simply because no one is selling this quality yet. For the header (the white strip) I would have attached a long double sided black label with the Pride Knights battle cry in cursive silver embroidery. Problem is the price. Producing 1 would cost $450 per flag design. 10 would be $70 per flag. A 100 would be $30. To include everyone in the community you will have some flag designs that sell 10 times, others 100 times. So in order to set the selling price, you would need to estimate the average. I would roughly put that at $35. And that is pretty expensive seeing that you can get a pride flag for $7-15 most places (poor quality though).

[missriyochuchi]

The Torchbearer and the Flagbearer

Summary: The Torchbearer and the Flagbearer meet in the Jardin des Tuileries after the Opening Ceremony and commiserate about the Olympic Games.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Established relationship. Mentions of death.

Notes: I imagined these two like otherworldly beings blessing the games, what with the Olympics being invented by ancient Greeks as a partly religious event. As such, I would have preferred to keep them gender neutral, but because I’m writing this in a pinch and want to be able to distinguish between them without constantly using their names, I opted for gendered pronouns. But nothing about their physical descriptions are particularly gendered; I’m just leaning on the old linguistic quirk lol Also, how tf is there no video of the Flagbearer!? I wanted to gif her/their entrance but couldn’t find a damn thing! She/They deserves more love!

Read on AO3 - Part 2 - Part 3

Darkness cloaks the Jardin des Tuileries. Even the cauldron floating above its center offers little illumination on the ground. Shadows play along the perimeter, tourists passing in the midnight hour, their idle conversations lost to the humid air. The soft patter of rain echoes across the masonry scattered throughout the empty park. Only the occasional creak of metallic plates and restless hoofbeats betray the garden’s solitary visitors.

The Flagbearer looks up at the orange orb in the sky. She marvels at the city’s ingenuity. Decades of oil and gas have finally given way to an electric fire. Only with such technological advancements could engineers even dream of safely flying the eternal flame above the City of Lights. If only the future was as assuredly bright, the Flagbearer thinks. Her gaze drifts back down to the darkness below, the surrounding chill creeping back into her senses. Her horse stirs beneath her and jostles her mind back to the present.

“Easy, Zeus,” she murmurs as she presses her legs to the animal’s sides in an attempt to soothe both their anxieties. “Patience.”

No Olympic Games are ever truly free of political problems, an inevitability of any gathering between disparate peoples, but they weigh heavier on the Flagbearer’s mind now more than ever. Her part in the Opening Ceremony is small but significant, and though she spends less time among the crowds than her eternal counterpart, she catches enough to gauge that tensions are higher than ever before. The darkness of the night seems to encroach and bleed into the darkness in her mind as she ponders human history and her role in it. Before her resolve could lurch under the gravity of her thoughts, the light crunch of gravel announces his arrival.

“You are late,” the Flagbearer intones harshly. She steers her steed to turn around and face the approaching footsteps.

Enough ambient light creeps across the park to distinguish the Torchbearer’s silhouette, catching on the gauzy pieces of his attire bobbing in the breeze. His stride is sure, his stature straight, betraying neither weariness nor arrogance. Only a few meters away, he shrugs and raises his palms out at his sides, teasing, “I did not have a ride.”

The Flagbearer is unmoved but in no mood to quarrel. “How are you, my love?” Her voice floats soft and light through the misty drizzle.

“Exhausted.” His shoulders slump fractionally, perceptible only to his eternal flame facing him. “And you?”

“Concerned.”

The Torchbearer reaches for the horse’s muzzle and runs a familiar hand along his nose. “I hope you are not as troubled as your rider, mon joli cheval.” Zeus bows his long head and huffs in response. His palm runs along the animal’s left flank, lifting once he reaches the Flagbearer’s side. He extends both hands to her gloved ones and helps her to the ground.

“What ails my sweet?” He pinches her chin.

She hums and takes one of his hands in both of hers, squeezing hard enough to convey her worry. “In all our years shepherding these games, did you ever know the atmosphere to be this—”

“I know. The world is—”

“Restless.”

“Yes, and—”

“Not at peace.”

“Never has been, my love.”

“I do not remember it ever being this—”

“Your worries are not unfounded, cherie, but you must redirect your attention elsewhere.”

They circle the base beneath the cauldron, hand in hand. Zeus follows close behind, his reins tied to the saddle. While the nightlife bustles beyond the park’s pocket of silence, the few security guards on duty watch the hooded figures from a distance.

Event organizers had explicitly and numerously instructed personnel not to approach or engage with the Torchbearer and Flagbearer. They were both host and blessing to the festivities, and decades of tradition dictated that a respectful, neutral distance be maintained between the host nation and the two Olympic guardians so that there would be no suspicion of impropriety or favoritism during competition.

The Flagbearer recoils, incredulous. “How can you be so indifferent to the violence and rhetoric—”

“I am surprised that between the two of us, you, in your glittering armor, are the first to lose hope and declare defeat.”

“I have not!” She stops them in their orbit and shoves his hand back to his side.

The Torchbearer laughs. He crooks a finger under her chin and raises her gaze. She sighs and closes her eyes as the backs of his fingers graze her cheek. Her hands come up to open and press his palm to the side of her face, his pressure more than his warmth a soothing balm to her inner turmoil. Her voice is low and leaden when she continues.

“I merely wonder if the gods have not tasked us with an impossible mission.”

The Torchbearer falls silent as he contemplates the Flagbearer’s concerns. She did not interact with humans as much as he did, a natural consequence of their separate roles. While the Olympic torch exchanged hands with every kind of man and woman, the Olympic flag exchanged hands with a significantly select few. As a result, the Flagbearer’s opinion of humanity often leaned towards the optimistic while the Torchbearer’s leaned towards the pessimistic. He had come to know, better than she, the complexities of human nature, their heavenly highs and their hellish lows. They spent decades arguing about the tenuous balance. Now, as he watches his partner’s shoulders sag with the weight of the world, he finds himself despondent that she seems poised to concede to his viewpoint and knows it, knows that she lost this one important battle. He wraps an arm around her shoulders and guides their walk away from the cauldron.

“Plus vite, Plus haute, Plus fort.” The Torchbearer rattles off the Olympic motto.

“Citius, Altius, Fortius, my dear. Latin may be dead, but it is still your mother tongue.”

“‘Ensemble.’ C’est la partie importante. And that is precisely what they are doing and continue to do.”

“But for how long? We do not have a future if they do not, and my darling, I do not see—”

“We cannot predict the future any more than humans can. It is none of our concern. The gods will take care of us.”

“The gods have abandoned us, just as the humans have abandoned them.” The Flagbearer catches the ice in her voice and does her best to warm her vitriol. “We do not exist outside these games, my love. And if these games end, if the world can find no purpose to these communal competitions—”

Silence. The specter of death looms large in their periphery. Every Closing Ceremony marks the end of their days on Earth, a return to a darkness beyond darkness. And every two years, they are reborn and reimagined back into existence to inspire and perform and protect the Olympic Games. Despite the constancy of this cyclical event, the eternal guardians find humans increasingly less hospitable to the ideals they represent. What is sportsmanship to a world where even the rules of war no longer hold?

“Steel your heart as this city has steeled your form.” The Torchbearer steps close enough for the edge of his hood to kiss hers. “The next host cities have been decided, their venues under construction. We still have a future. There is no reason to despair.”

“For now.”

“For now.” He sighs at her obstinacy, but knows not to push further or risk wasting precious moments on a fruitless fight. “In the meantime, the games have begun, and we do not have much time together.”

A smirk plays beneath the Flagbearer’s hood. She perks up at her partner’s motives. “Sixteen days is not enough to spend with you.” She steps closer and brings her forehead to his. She squeezes his biceps, and he rubs her elbows in return. They exchange breaths for a moment of eternity.

“Come.” The Torchbearer takes her hands and swings her in circles. Their laughs echo as they near the horse. “Much of the city has changed since we were last here, and you will not see them if you continue to sulk beneath the cauldron.”

The Flagbearer mounts Zeus and extends an arm to help the Torchbearer take a seat behind her. He presses his front to her back, unbothered by her damp cape. He slides his arms along either side of her waist and rests his hands atop hers on the horn of the saddle. The horse ambles forward towards the city streets.

Buoyed by the Torchbearer’s embrace, the Flagbearer regains a sliver of her hope and optimism. “The Italians will call on us next. Perhaps we will meet a changed world by then.”

“We always do. I wonder what forms they have planned for us.”

“I quite like this form on you, my dear. The cut of your jacket complements you well.”

“As does this armor on you, mon amour.” His hands find the edge of her cuirass and sneak nimble fingers to the suit underneath.

She giggles at the light pressure below her ribcage. “I will miss hearing you speak this city’s language.”

The Torchbearer tightens his hold on the Flagbearer, impressing his being into hers. “You worry about community and forget that we are in the City of Love.”

“Paris is not the world, my dear.” They sway in sync as Zeus carries them towards the edge of the garden.

“Perhaps, but the Olympic Village is, or at least, as close an approximation as the humans are capable of producing. If it is unity you seek, we will surely find a certain kind—”

“You said you were exhausted.” Amusement lightens the Flagbearer’s tone, her heavy mind now fizzy with thoughts of the Torchbearer’s amorous intentions.

“Never enough to deter me from you.” He presses his chin to her shoulder, his words vibrating down the expanse of her armor. “Would you waste the energy of the players’ liaisons?”

Her hood whips to the side as he squeezes the unarmored flesh of her upper thigh. Before she can answer, he takes the reins and brings Zeus to a gallop towards the Olympic Village.

“No more talk,” he heaves with urgency. “I need you before the sun rises and our duties begin again.”

Footnotes:

mon joli cheval - my pretty horse cherie - dear Plus vite, Plus haute, Plus fort (French) / Citius, Altius, Fortius (Latin) - Faster, Higher, Stronger ‘Ensemble.’ C’est la partie importante. (French) - ‘Together.’ That is the important part. mon amour - my love

“The 100% electric flame burns no fuel. The ring of fire uses 40 LED spotlights to illuminate the cloud created by 200 high-pressure misting nozzles.” (source)

According to the engineers who built the mechanical horse, its name is Zeus.

[phantomandknight]

”Solitude is the punishment for your failures.” ”All those you meet, will eventually meet their ruin.”

(proper post coming within the next 2 days cdsjkbsdnmkm)

[yatori-morgana]

This is wild 😭

Words can't express my love for the ao3 writers

[37-children-of-the-dreams]

With Paris 2024 having the Masked Torchbearer and the Silver Knight Flagbearer, I suggest that the LA 2028 Olympics have an Avengers/Justice League themed Torchbearer and Flagbearer or have a group of superheroes protecting the torch and flag from obstacles because it both honors the history of American comic culture and would just hype up the Olympics like those two did.

Come on America and LA 2028, just make a team of heroes for Olympics. It would make the Ceremonies not boring.