Kinda haphazardly throwing things together and probably overthinking it but I'm wondering if the god Avgins worshipped that is independent of the aeon system might actually be Ena the Order, an aeon who no longer exists and was absorbed into the Harmony.
This might be baseless but Ena's form included what looks to be a puppet and a giant eye behind them, which counts three eyes. Most notably the eye looks familiar
Aventurine has the same eye color. He was born on a day of rain and is considered to be blessed by the goddess. If this is the case, it's interesting that his eye color matches Ena's eye.
But Ena is also gone. We don't know what happens to aeons when they are absorbed into other aeons but i wonder if even after their disappearance, their existence still affects the universe. Much like how stars still shine millions of years after their deaths.
Here's some more info about Ena
The planet Aventurine is from has a harsh environment, constantly at threat of asteroids and solar winds. If at some point, his planet worshipped Ena then their decline and eventual collapse would align with what happened to other civilizations that worshipped them.
And if Aventurine is indeed blessed by Ena, his good fortune would come from the Order.
Another interesting thing
Ena was by no means a small or weak aeon. How Xipe devoured Ena is still a mystery. Being so enormous, I think that is why Ena would still have influence on the universe. It would also explain what's happening in Penacony; the Family suspects that the Harmony is being tainted. What if that's Ena? Bits of the Order are slipping through and affecting the dreamscape.
I also wonder if this is why the Harmony affected Aventurine like it did. Of course, I have no other instances to compare to so Aventurine experiencing hallucinations and talking with his past and "future" self could be how the Harmony punishes.
I'm excited to learn more about the aeons, especially the ones that no longer exist. Again this is mostly baseless speculation but i thought it would be an interesting concept to explore.
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ok, once more I realize that my own kindness and friendliness has been taken for implied consent, and as always, the troubles that are brewing now are connected to OCs.
So let me be clear and frank one more time, one last time, because I have NO INTENTION of going through what I went through in 2021.
While I am always immensely happy that my Original Characters are enjoyed and that they can serve as source of inspiration, they are NOT however a template for anyone to base their OCs on.
They are not something that you can take in their entirety, change whatever suits you, and then call it your own.
It doesn't work like that, especially because, and allow me to reiterate this once and for all, OCs are *immensely* personal.
They are an extention of the soul of the person that creates them.
So taking whatever suits your fancy and use it for the "aesthetic" or the "vibes" is immensely disrespectful and, dare I say, rather impertinent, especially when both characters happen to belong to the same fandom.
Now, I am not talking about certain tropes and subjects that are typical of certain genre, of course not.
We are all somehow reinveting something that's already there when we work with OCs and stories.
What I am talking about is taking certain specific idiosyncrasies that make a certain character unique, change them to suit your character, and then being SO IMPERTINENT to just call it your own and parading it around without even having the courtesy to quote the person that has inspired you, taking advantage of the fact that I am just a small creator with a small following.
This is a huge No No for me.
Huge.
I appreciate that other creators might have a different opinion or perspective when it comes to OCs, and while I do not share entirely in that, I sure as hell respect it.
But allow me to be crystal clear: if this happens to me, like it had in 2021, that's the *easiest* way to lose all respect I might harbour for you, and I seldomly get mad or angry.
I am always accomodating, always supportive, and I think I have proven it aplenty in the past few years.
But this is something that I cannot condone nor agree with.
And it's not just a matter of ethic, in this sense: it's a matter of also hurting me, and literally put my whole creative process into shamble.
It's a matter of having respect of others.
Now, you might say: who cares if they hurt you? they are characters that do not exist, just move on and have thicker skin!
Well, as I said above, for when it concerns myself, my OCs are an extention of my own soul, a way for me to formulate and explain feelings that sometimes I have a hard time let out; a way for me to actually face, fragmentize and analyze my own trauma through them;
and most important of all, they are OFTEN a love letter to both the world I am exploring with them AND my own husband and child, such as in the case of Jacob and Dorothea,for whom, as I said often in the past 5 years, I have poured A LOT from myself and my husband's own story.
You could say that it probably my fault for having bared my feelings so much and poured so much of myself into a character;
And you might be correct, because I have learned my lesson, and ever since Dorothea and Jacob, no other character has been infused with as much of my own being as they were.
but that doesn't mean that it stings any less when I see it unravels in front of my eyes.
I am tired.
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thinking about hockey player!kiba who’s forced to sit on the bench throughout the majority of the match, sulking and gritting his teeth in unbridled anger because a player from the opposite team had taunted him and pissed him off a little too much, and his teammates had to drag him off the ice before things could get bad as a result.
so he’s sitting there while his blood is practically pumping testosterone through his veins, breathing hard and heavy and feeling every single muscle pulling tighter and tighter with each passing minute that he doesn’t spend playing. he looks like he’s not handling himself well, taking all the rage that’s bubbling under his skin and showing on his face into account, but kiba is focused despite all of that. he keeps his eyes glued to the prick who had the balls to test him ever since he’s been pulled from the match.
the guy — number 13 — finds the entire thing like a little game of sorts. he keeps on pissing him off with short glances full of arrogance and keeps on throwing provoking motions at him whenever he has the chance, clearly trying to start beef with him for whatever reason.
the best part is that he thinks that kiba won’t do shit since he’s, well, been benched… but that all changes when there’s only roughly two minutes left until the end of the match and he somehow ends up getting thrown back into the ring.
because with all the anger issues that he has going on, our boy isn’t aiming for the puck. no, he’s heading straight for — now unlucky — number 13 and he’s grinning under the helmet while he does it; showing off his mouth guard and hoping that it’ll be the last thing this fucker gets to see.
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yknow what…..im thinking about it. (american) gen z grew up surrounded by talk of climate change and actual school shootings where peers and friends literally die at age 11 and that was just like our norm. the economy is shit so we cant buy houses and can barely afford food, our schools were a war zone, and our planet is dying. that was our youth, death at every turn. a lot of gen z (i think i can go global here, not just america) will tell you like “yeah i didn’t ever see myself living past fifteen much less eighteen. i thought i’d be dead by now” and so now we have like no idea wtf we’re doing and we’re just trying to make the best out of our shitty lives.
anyways merlin also kinda grew up like that as in his very existence was a death sentence and if the wrong person found out he’d be dead. growing up hearing from your mother that you cant tell anyone the truth bc what you are, how you were born, is wrong in this world and that many people would cheer to see you die….yeah what if he had the same thought process and was like “yeah fuck guess my death is inevitable” and just stopped giving a fuck. he’s confrontational and picks fights without regard for his opponents strength or numbers bc hey if he goes out this way then at least he was doing something good and standing up for what he believed in, if he doesn’t die then cool he made a difference. that’s why he goes toe to toe with arthur even after finding out he’s the prince of the most powerful kingdom in albion that started the whole campaign calling for his head.
just merlin being kind of like a medieval gen z lmao like taking no shit and taking all these risks bc hey he never thought he’d make it to twenty so wtf else is he meant to do?? live a life of paranoia and wariness? no. he’s gonna die in the end no matter what, if it happens sooner rather than later….well…he never thought he’d make it this far so he did better than he originally expected. this is why he gets on with gwaine so well bc they both have like passive suicidal tendencies where they take all these risks and make all these choices that put their lives at risk bc they don’t particularly care one way or the other how it turns out. real recognizes real.
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Of anything Valor was expecting to see today, it was not someone with a tattoo of something unequivocally and undeniably from the Boiling Isles. Sure, the human realm had stories about creatures that harkened back to ones that had likely come from the demon realm, but over time their appearances had warped to such an extent that they were quite distinct from the actual creatures they were sourced from.
So to find something that actually looked like something from the Boiling Isles . . .
Someone who'd been to the Boiling Isles was here. Whether they'd always lived there or it was a human that found their way there and made it back . . . He wasn't going to pass up this chance. It'd been more than 20 years since he and Flicker had gotten stuck here, and even if this person didn't have a way back, even just having someone else to talk to that had been in the Boiling Isles and knew what it was like would be invaluable.
The one who'd gotten the tattoo directed him to the mall, and luckily the artist was not that difficult to find there.
He stood at the edge of the hallway watching her for a few moments, working up his courage, before readjusting the bandana that covered his ears and approaching.
"Hello?"
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