#scattered pages. {mun art.}

[omnipicureans]

# OMNIPURICEANS ━━━ private, roleplay blog for APONIA of HONKAI IMPACT 3RD; interpreted & loved by BARELY ( any pronouns & eighteen ); affiliated with GNOSTIC HYMNS.

NAVIGATION.

i. lawbook ━━━ includes mun information, blog rules, shipping availability, art credit, writing specifics, & more! ii. portrait ━━━ includes muse information, lore, support system, headcanons, & more! iii. abilities ━━━ necessary talents / stats page, as of the affiliated group's rule. iv. interview ━━━ the interview of the muse, better read on desktop instead of mobile. v. pinned post ━━━ notes on both the character's portrayal and interaction information, found below the cut of this post with the explained tags.

PORTRAYAL & INTERACTION NOTES.

within the crux of the elysian realm's chapters, APONIA is said to have committed suicide by sacrificing herself wholly to merge with the realm; hence, her later death when the elysian realm is destroyed in the final battle. since her simulation, too, has been deleted by the herrscher of corruption, aponia is hardly more than a remnant of what she once was. now, the issue of context.

in the theory of her giving the whole of herself to augment the elysian realm, i am taking the liberty of implying that being brought back by elysia to fight in the final battle with the other flamechasers allowed a fragment of her real body to exist outside the augmentation. thus, this aponia is ONLY HER SIMULATION, boosted by the quarter fragment of her real body; hence, the recreation of a more fragile, unstable elysian realm ( as she cannot exist without or outside of it, because of how wholly she sacrificed herself into its being ) .

to bind the flexibility of this, in the hopes of benefiting her place in gnostic hymns, meager lines of aponia’s code have been scattered across worlds to supplement a larger foundation of the elysian realm’s stability. with this, DIVISIONS OF APONIA'S SIMULATION ARE ALLOWED TO APPEAR OUTSIDE OF THE REALM, though they are weaker than the original and are bound to only remember the memories they make within that specific world, not including whatever memories they may already hold. ( for example, if your muse makes friends with the aponia in teyvat and travels to jarilo - vi, the aponia of that world will not recognize them, nor remember being their friend. )

in a similar light, aponia's DISCIPLINE and HEAVEN'S EYE are very significant to her character and thus, are usually difficult to avoid the usage or discussions of, even if done subtly. here's two quick(?) explanations of each;

aponia cannot control her HEAVEN'S EYE, as the threads of fate are always visible to her from where they sprout on people's foreheads. she describes these threads as silk, which break off once out of her peripheral; a limit she doesn't have when seeing the future in glimpses. of course, i will not assume anything of your muse in these cases, since i'd like to play around with that power narratively in more introspective threads. otherwise, it will be up to us whether or not it's fair to imply that she'll become somewhat aware of both your muses' past and distant future upon their first or second meeting.

however, with her DISCIPLINE, that power is more interactive. by default, even without it, aponia is a convincing soul, usually hardly refused; paired with discipline, she is never refuted nor refused, even if the person is aware of what's being done to them. as you can tell, this is beyond godmoding at its core. so, this boundary will only be crossed to make a thread or interaction crazier. to utilize discipline, all aponia must say is please, though i will italicize and adorn the word with brackets so it's clear when she does and doesn't compel it. similarly, discipline isn't simply mind control; it's the process of introducing an order unto another, the manner in which they abide by it depends on their wish. don't worry, it's complicated and can be further discussed later.

CONTENT WARNINGS for this blog, as introduced in the interview, are discussions, mentions, and examples of, but not limited to, child death, mass murder, canon - typical violence, suicide, misunderstood & heavy survivor’s guilt, dehumanization of self, heavy existential - questioning concepts, abstract & concrete religious themes, and morally skewed ideations & thoughts of a religious "prophet".

TAGS EXPLAINED.

: ̗̀ ʚїɞ :: ❝ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇 ・ / in character . ( all posts that are "in character", hence the tag )

: ̗̀ ʚїɞ :: ❝ 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 - 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 . 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 ・ / out of character . ( all posts that are "out of character", ex. shitposts, maintenance, meta, etc )

: ̗̀ ʚїɞ :: ❝ 𝐄𝐍𝐕𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ・ / gallery . ( reblogged art, including possible art by the mun, of the muse )

: ̗̀ ʚїɞ :: ❝ 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓 ; 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐍 ・ / headcanons . ( posts centered around a muse's headcanons, meta, etc )

: ̗̀ ʚїɞ :: ❝ 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐃'𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 ・ / prompts . ( all reblogged posts with prompts, ask memes, sentence starters and the likes )

: ̗̀ ʚїɞ :: ❝ 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐔𝐗𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐑𝐀 ・ / inbox . ( all posts that are replies to an ask, excluding threads made from certain asks )

: ̗̀ ʚїɞ :: ❝ 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ・ / thread name . ( the threads tag )

[umbreonlatias]

(Mobile user almost exclusively!)

Hi there!

Mun's name is Catherine.

Mun is Cis, She/Her.

Mun is an adult, mun is EST-but usually a nightowl.

Mun can dissapear for long periods of time, then do a bunch of stuff at once.

It's part of her ADHD! 😅

This is a sort of Pokéblog so Lola, my Umbreon/Latias OC can talk to others!

PFP is from @/holydramon and @/scrub-slots.

Used to use a free base from Paddedveepaws on Deviantart- still use it for Youtube, but I prefer Roseate's art for Lola! 😁

Header image is from Super Pokémon Mystery Dungeon- Xerneas's Tree of Life.

There's a backstory from Facebook years in the making, but other than that, no story to be heard from here!

Not here to make content, and mun will come on every once in a great while, but others can talk to Lola and co if they wish!

Or she hyperfocusses and keeps checking for new stuff.

I created Lola in 2013 for Facebook after seeing Facebook pages, and RP profiles.

Wanting to try it, I created a few pages/RP profiles.

They're still up, but I don't do anything with them either! 😅

(Facebook kept taking the RP proflies down, so I abandoned them...)

After looking at Pokéblogs, mostly of the ask variety, and of the comic/text based blogs, I wanted to try a hand at one.

Finally got the courage to make one in the beginning of 2024!

I dunno exactly what I'm doing, but I wanna try it out, at least a bare bones kinda thing

I have four other blogs

@coatlscoatlseverywhere - Main blog, asks will come from here. Flight Rising centered

@clanofmikiwing - Flight Rising ask blog

@LuxuryBallQueenCatherine- Secondary blog for everything not Flight Rising

@spiritexplosion - Hisuian Typhlosion Ask blog like this one

More info about me is scattered between blogs, mostly the 1st and the 3rd.

Linktr.ee

Rules Refs Family lore (text)

Lore under cut

Lola is the same age as mun- 29 currently!

March 22 is her birthday- same as mun!

Same orientation as well- Ace, Bi or Lesbian

-She's afraid of the dark- even being part dark type, go figure!

-She doesn't like loud noises, especially sudden ones

-She's wary of those of the Electric type/those that have Electric moves, and will scamper off if not involved

-She's afraid of spider mons, and is not a big fan of snake mons- though the Snivy line's cool!

-She's got shiny Latias wings, and can fly, but chooses to hover close to the ground because of fear of heights

No one knows where the Latias DNA came from, as neither of her parents possess such DNA, maybe Arceus did something to her Eevee egg?

Or kidnapped by Team Flare/Rocket, they did something, and then either returned her, or she escaped- maybe hence all the fears???

-Her and her family live in a BIG tree, deep in the forest near Geosenge town in the Kalos region.- Think Xerneas's tree- hence the header image being the SPMD Tree of life.

-There was a hotel on Facebook, and portals to other worlds even deeper in, dunno if keeping it here.

[thehopcful]

//Binging D ororo the other night and starting to rewatch I nuyasha inspired me to draw up what Hope would wear in those settings. 

[txyknife]

//its heck o clock again so i've begun to draw

//here is one (1) eleri

[eightcurioussouls]

(( local gremlin has a message to all of his friends

original vine! ))

[arcxnumvitae]

I posted 2,601 times in 2022

1,107 posts created (43%)

1,494 posts reblogged (57%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@arcxnumvitae

daily-kanda-yuu

@bottleofbabes

honorableintentions

x0401x

I tagged 2,600 of my posts in 2022

#q 4 cash - 1,507 posts

#{n.s.f.w - 220 posts

#lunarxdaydream - 216 posts

#:outofcash - 215 posts

#{soonhee musings - 160 posts

#{zhaohui musings - 143 posts

#strawberryxdreams - 126 posts

#{vendere answers - 115 posts

#{anon - 100 posts

#{mun - 87 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#judge said something about how a requisite part of a contract is that a 'meeting of the minds' must have occurred and that it was clear from

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

A pact was made, and a pact I fulfill

12 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

#4

“It's a cruel and random world, but the chaos is all so beautiful.”

Independent and selective multimuse oc blog, written by Kris

✧ HOME || LAW || MUSES || MUN ✧

Mun is 21+ // Blog may contain nsfw or triggering content/themes which will be tagged

Please read rules and all relevant pages before interacting!

                                                                                  ♔  official art cred  ♔

13 notes - Posted August 9, 2022

#3

Winter’s greetings from Snowball!

13 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

#2

From Boobs(tm) to heartbreaking angst on a dime-- that’s my brand

13 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Birth to my Creation....it is finished. The Angie/Kirei-verse. Of course it was hard to determine what to add and what didn’t need to be so as to not be overwhelming, so I tried to keep it to just the pertinent relationships. (So like, extended family members like the rest of Lucien/Damian’s family and Elias’ family aren’t here even though they also have relations.) And also, some more scattered couples like Amara and Noita or Lyrica and Somnio aren’t here

And thanks to Tay/welivetoserve for giving me the name of the program she used!

14 notes - Posted September 1, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[criimsoncloud]

🌸 🌹 🌲🌼

ask me lots of mun stuff with flowers || ( accepting !! )

🌸 = my roleplay petpeeve

It’s pretty much known how much reblogging my RP threads / posts and how much it just pisses me the fuck off when people cannot fucking read the “DO NOT REBLOG” at the bottom, so other than this, I won’t touch it.

Here’s something different that I get a little pissed about too - this one is more specific to tumblr RPs, and specifically tumblr blogs.

When I click on your blog, and your links are super hard to friggen find– I honestly hate themes that have links scattered all over the character / background art and I end up literally having to guess what your ‘rules’ page is labelled under because fuck it I have NO patience to wave my mouse around your page. Honestly - I get headaches if I have to hunt your links down, and it does actually make me want to RP with a person less. I get it, it’s aesthetics, but URG. It’s not accessible, and I have to strain to guess what looks like could be a possible link or not.

If you’re gonna do something like that… please, have a mobile navigation. 

If you follow me, and I don’t follow back, it could be because I don’t see us interacting. It could be that I don’t want to interact with your character for personal reasons. It could also be because I could not find your rules page and just left.

( This really just boils down to aesthetics vs content, really. I don’t care if you don’t format your rps, I don’t care if you use icons or not. I don’t care if you have a pretty blog or not. What I care for is if I can read your stuff, if I can check your rules, and if I like how you write. )

🌹 = my opinion on your character

( I’M SORRY BUT EVER SINCE THAT STREAM I CAN’T TAKE MUNDUS SERIOUSLY SOMETIMES. THE CRAB RAVE HAS BEEN FOREVER TAINTED FOR ME. )

But in truth, I hope they bring back Mundus in any future games; I personally love villain characters, and I would love to see a return of him in the future as more than just ‘the background evil dude who’s currently stuck in a crab pot can demon time out that Dante stuck him in. I want to witness his absolute evil in full, HD glory–

🌲 = if I ship our characters together

… listen. Listen, Roxas, and listen closely.

Don’t you dare jokeship with me, even as an anon.

it becomes a real ship now and it is now the ship that I’m becoming known for on twitter.

I thought I’d build up my reputation as a DanV artist – and now look at what sort of content I’m doing now.

alsoconfessionidolovemybadendsinallthosevisualnovelsiplayokaybye.

🌼 = a song I identify with your character

Devil in a Midnight Mass by Billy Talent - specifically in regards to Mundus and V–

[thehuggamugcafe]

Mun and Muse

OOC: This, my dear followers, is something... out-of-the-ordinary, needless to say.

Caffeine sparked this musing, and I mean a lot of caffeine sparked this musing.

So, um... I guess I kind of self-inserted myself into the café AU, if only for this musing? Um... Please enjoy, I guess? ☕

“Hey, Boss, thanks for that little oneshot to read with my order. It was really spooky!”

“Nothing like a good musing to read while I drink coffee. Thanks, Boss!”

“Keep me posted on future writings, Boss.”

“Amazing work as always! Thanks!”

Such was the typical feedback that Eira received as the customers left the Huggamug Café, whether it was a verbal compliment, or a written one taped or pinned to the small bulletin board that hung on the wall, adjacent to the service counter.

For a few moments, ice blue irises stared at the written words that were scrawled onto little scraps of paper, blinking slowly as she processed the words that all but screamed of admiration for the supposedly mysterious author.

Finally, the dark-haired woman breathed a derisive snort.

“...‘Mysterious’? Yeah, right.”

There were a few things wrong with her customers’ conclusions with the stories that she had supposedly written, to share with her customers and earn their feedback on it.

The first conclusion was that she had written them at all. She hadn’t. She didn’t have a shred of creativity to offer when it came to writing; she didn’t have the patience or the time for it, either. She couldn’t invest hours upon hours of writing anything, let alone thinking of what she was in the mood to write, not when she had a business to run.

The second conclusion was that the “mysterious author” wasn’t wrapped in a veil of mystique, not at all. In fact, not only was she earning her keep at the café in secret, contrary to how the author appeared at first glance...

She was quite shy, in fact.

So it was no surprise to Eira that, after the café closed for the evening, the employees had gone home, and the manager was beginning to doze off, she’d hear the telltale groaning creak as a certain door in the prep area opened. Silence would blanket the first floor of the café before, finally, there’d be a soft click as the door slid shut.

Eira would lie awake in her bed, listening to the soft tap-tap of footsteps as the only other person inside the café crept around on the first floor, stopping suddenly. Most nights, Eira didn’t bother to get up and check, to make sure that she was alright. She’d usually stay awake long enough to hear the footsteps backtracking to that particular room in the prep area, the door opening and sliding shut with a silent click.

The following morning, the manager would be greeted with the sight of a few customers crowded around the small bulletin board, looking quite literally starstruck by the replies written below their comments. Eira didn’t have to see it herself, having seen the author’s writing style firsthand on many accounts; she knew the handwriting was as it always was: legible, but a bit messy.

“I’m glad you liked it.”

“Nothing like something sweet to read to balance the bitter coffee, huh?”

“Thanks for your feedback. I’ll try not to keep you waiting for the next part.”

“Thank you for taking the time to read it.”

Nine times out of ten, the customers would leave requests for the mysterious author to fulfill, jotting them down, taping or pinning them below the “Customers’ Orders” section.

When Eira went to check the bulletin board in the morning, the requests would be missing, as though they hadn’t been there to start with.

Sometimes, there would be a small stack of papers lying innocently at a particular table, waiting for the customer to read it. The story was never a particularly lengthy read; no more than six pages, and rarely longer than eight. Sometimes, the story would be accompanied by a plate of dessert, and a cup of coffee, tea, or hot cocoa, depending on the customer’s preference.

More often than not, however, there would only be a slip of paper with the author’s words written on it, scrawled with the all too familiar legible, but messy handwriting.

“I’m working on your request.”

“I’ll keep you posted.”

“Expect an update soon.”

“Please be patient.”

However...

Whenever Eira was in the prep area, putting together a customer’s order, she’d pause and listen, straining her ears to hear something, anything.

Something other than the fan whirling as she all but lorded over the stove.

Anything other than the pot of bubbling stew or soup.

Something, anything at all would have been fine with the young manager.

Finally, she heard it, exactly what she wanted to hear.

A cough that was stifled by a forearm.

The soft squeak of a chair as the person occupying it shifted where she sat.

The telltale clicks and clacks as the keys of a laptop were hit. The pace of the author’s typing was hardly ever the same. Sometimes, the keystrokes would be slow, methodical, as though the person’s thoughts were carefully trickling out from her mind, pouring out from her fingertips, and splashing onto the word document that was open in front of her.

Sometimes, the keys would be mashed so quickly that it was a wonder the laptop didn’t spontaneously combust, even miraculous, and yet...

Oftentimes, whenever Eira had a few minutes to herself during her break, she’d enter the prep area. She’d stop in front of a certain door, pausing to listen before reaching for the doorknob and slowly, carefully turning it before prying it open, peeking in through a small crack in the door.

The thin line of luminescence shone into the room, casting its gentle light over random surfaces and knick-knacks. A work desk with an old TV set, an equally old game system complimented with a retro game controller set up in front of the television, and directly in front of the television screen and video game system was a cushioned wooden chair. Next to the old-school game system were a few other, more modern game systems plugged into the power cord, all plugged into a socket in the wall, ready to be played at a moment’s notice. Scattered across the work desk were various cases, video games that stuck to horror-survival, RPG-style, and thriller/psychological genres.

Two small bookshelves were pushed up against the wall on the left-hand side of where the old-school game station was set up, stuffed with various how-to books, novels and manga of various types, all sorted in alphabetical order.

A few sketchbooks and some art supplies were set in a small space in the bookshelves, ready to be used whenever the owner felt the itch to sketch.

A mini fridge was plugged into the wall next to the bookshelves, gently humming away. Eira knew it was stuffed with various cavity-causing snacks, drinks, and some containers of a few healthy things, mostly ginger-infused rice pudding and fruit-flavoured yogurt.

In all honesty, at first glance, it spoke of—and technically it was—a leisure room. A place for someone to get away from all the hub-bub of the café, if only for a short while.

However, what mattered most in the room was where the glow of a computer screen could be seen, a laptop to be more precise, glaring its bland illumination over a face framed with dark hair. An upbeat song softly blared out from the headset that rested on the woman’s shoulders, clothed by the gray-and-black striped hoodie she wore. The dark colours looked a bit... off, clashing with the bright green apron that was tied around her waist.

The young woman’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, frozen in place. Her lips pursed to form a frown, brows pinching the slant of her eyes, coldly glaring at the blank document in front of her.

Well, it was mostly blank, anyway. Eira could just barely make out a title, and a few short paragraphs of text underneath the title, but other than that...

It was clear that her secret helper appeared to be in what was known as a “writer’s rut,” or so she’d heard it was called.

A knock at the door caused the woman to tear her eyes away from the screen, blinking owlishly at the manager as the glare slowly left her pale visage.

Silence, and then...

A soft “yeah, Ei?” came from the woman, and were she anyone else, Eira would have snapped at her to speak more clearly, but she didn’t.

Bly always put up a brave front, but she was more timid than she let herself on to be. She hated being snapped at or shouted at, even if it was Eira doing it.

“...Break’s over, Bly. Back to learning the ropes.”

“I’m comin’, Ei.”

That was Bly’s reply as she slid the top of the laptop down, pausing only to remove the headset and setting it aside. The chair she sat in squeaked as Bly used her sneaker-covered feet to move the chair; there was a second squeak as she got up, as the chair was relieved of her weight. The dark-haired woman stuffed her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, walking over to where Eira stood, pausing to look at her.

Bly’s hazel irises met Eira’s icy gaze, but if the manager wanted to lean in closer, she would have caught a faint, very faint hint of a ring of blue circling the shorter woman’s gaze.

There were light bags under her eyes, making her hazel eyes look darker than they normally would have been. The signs of light insomnia gave her gaze a look of eternal sleepiness; the yawn that she covered with a hand further drove the inclination home that, yes, she always appeared as though she just climbed out of bed.

After a few moments of eye contact, Bly cleared her throat, raising a hand to rub the back of her neck.

Smiling sheepishly, Bly asked, “...So... What horrendous torture will you put me through this time, Ei? Stew? Bread rolls? Bread?”

Eira rolled her eyes heavenward, breathing a sarcastic “haha” as she voiced a soft “tsk.” She ignored the soft, but clear joking undertone Bly’s soft, mousy voice had.

“Dessert.”

Bly’s eyes shone with interest as she reiterated, “Dessert?” She sounded just as excited as she looked.

“Shortcake.”

“Can I have some of the leftovers this time? Ren doesn’t look like someone who appreciates sweet things, but he always hogs them to himself. What a sweet-hogging whore.”

Smiling slightly, Eira replied, “...I’ll put some aside for you.”

“Now you’re talking my language; let’s get baking, Boss!”

[shinynaembi]

( ERIC NAM, 24, HE/HIM ) - That’s GWANG HO HAN, I hear that the CLAIMED SON of APOLLO has been here for TWELVE years! I also hear that he’s OPTIMISTIC & HILARIOUS, but that he’s also SCATTER-BRAINED & OBLIVIOUS!

Hey everyone! I’m CK, and I’m really excited to join the group!

Before I get started here are some links that I’m gonna throw on here that you should check out:

                   About | Story | Backstory Tag | Headcanons | Abilities

Under the cut is some a lot of info about Gwang Ho (and myself)!

☀ Gwang Ho Han (한광호)

“And with each day comes a new happiness, 

But with each day comes a new challenge. 

And with each day comes a new sadness, 

But that’s nothing that I can’t manage.”

☀ Background (Read: Background and Then Some Headcanons)

한광호, Son of Apollo, 24, Korean-American-ish

Gwang Ho was born in Seoul, but moved to Seattle with his mother, Tae Yang, when he was five years old to avoid being caught by some nasty monsters. They were lucky to find an apartment in Seattle above a Korean restaurant that kept him safe from detection by obscuring his scent. They still live there. His mother has found work in that restaurant, and Gwang Ho lives in Seattle with his mother when he isn’t at Camp.

Tae Yang and Gwang Ho live in America as illegal immigrants. Tae Yang originally came on a student visa and went to English school on a two-year curriculum, but when the curriculum ended, so did her visa, and she never was able to make up another excuse to request for a visa renewal. She has an illegally acquired social security number, she pays her taxes, and she has lived in America for 15 years, but, in the end, she is still considered an illegal immigrant. 

Tae Yang’s English isn’t all that great, so Gwang Ho helps her out with learning English and translates for her when they're doing stuff outside. He learned English by growing up in America and going to school from elementary school through high school.

Gwang Ho was claimed when he was five years old, after receiving his name from his mother. He doesn’t remember the experience, but his mother always told him that it was magical. 

He was told about his godly father, Apollo, when he was 12 years old, when his actual powers truly began manifesting. This was also the age when he was introduced to Camp Half Blood. Although many campers have traumatizing stories about the first move to Camp, his trip was relatively easy. Relatively meaning, he almost died maybe two times, compared to the other campers’ three, four, or five.

Ever since he was a young child, he, like all children of Apollo, had an affinity and talent in both archery and music. Gwang Ho plays the piano, the guitar, and other various instruments, and he also sings as a hobby. He refused to play on the Varsity Archery Team, even though his mother urged him to, at his high school because he thought it would be unfair for the other players. And, frankly, it was.

Melee combat though? Not good. His swordsmanship is bad, and his martial arts skills need heavy improvement. This dude is too clumsy and lacks dexterity to do melee.

Gwang Ho’s powers (along with the standard Apollo’s child package of archery, music, and rhyming couplet cursing) include: basic photokinesis (nothing fancy, over-glorified Lumos-type spells), basic healing magic (an extension of his photokinesis, but healing magic really drains him out quickly. As in, he could die if he tried to heal a wound too large), precognition/foresight (gets That’s So Raven-type ‘visions’ sometimes), and the ability to be completely oblivious to any sort of drama that’s happening. (Check out my About page for more info)

I’m serious, it took him more than a year to realize that Percy and Annabeth had a thing going on. More than two years to realize why there were no children of Artemis. 

☀ Personality

 Optimistic. Hilarious. Scatterbrained. Oblivious. ENFP. Hufflepuff.

Friendly, charming, comedic, and very lighthearted, Gwang Ho is known to be a bit of a dork.

He isn’t very good at determining when a situation is hostile or not. I mean, when he is obviously about to fight a monster, then he knows, but subtextual savage disses??? Those fly past him.

Before people get to know him, they might assume that he’s very confident, has high self-esteem, and is an all-around very happy person.

In reality, he is usually happy, but he’s most happy when he’s hiding something that’s bothering him. And he isn’t confident. Although he has a wide variety of inherited abilities from Apollo, compared to his cabinmates, they’re less refined and concentrated. He’s a Jack of All Trades, and he hates that because he feels like he isn’t good at anything. He’s just okay at everything.

☀ Other Notes

He never decided on an English name for himself because of the significance of his Korean name (see: the backstory). He’s also not good at making decisions in the first place.

He’s a meme god.

He doesn’t sleep. All day, all 24-hours, is daytime for him. There is no night. (Average bedtime = 3 AM, Average wake-up time = Sunrise) Maybe this is a power too???

He’s a bit of a romantic, loves to watch RomComs, and sighs in satisfaction when he sees a happy couple. Gets along well with Aphrodite’s children.

The last time he had real contact with his father was when he was claimed.

He does sometimes (every few years) get a parcel in the mail with a weird poem and some candy. It’s probably from his dad, I guess. Or maybe the local church??

He’s bisexual, but he’s straight-acting in public, which is relatively easy because he does have a preference for girls.

☀ Mun Stuff

CK. He/Him. 19. @hdoubleu

I’m from Washington, and I go back home during school breaks. The uni I go to is still on the east coast, though, so I’ll mostly be active on EST timezone.

I’ve been RPing for about 4 years. Although I’ve been on and off because of schoolwork and what-not, I’ve always loved doing it! I’m a pretty slow writer, so I’m sorry if I take a bit to reply!

I love talking and plotting, so slide into my DMs or ask for my discord! I hope I get to know all of you!

[grimchances]

HOW GUN RUNS HIS BLOG

Speed

I am either the fastest reply you get on your threads, or the slowest. I can reply immediately, or I can reply in a month. Ordinarily I will try not to let threads go longer than a month. Ideal would be not letting anything go past a week.  That being said, Discord is a much more reliable way to RP with me, but I am still scattered and have been on hiatus and struggling to focus on anything that isn’t either COMPLETELY SERIOUS or light, simple, and fun. Everything that’s in between has fallen by the wayside. 

Replies

My replies vary in length depending on what I’m trying to do. Action-heavy replies or things that don’t require much from my character run a few sentences maybe 3. Things where I’m conveying a lot of emotion or trying to get across something specific range into the 3 - 7 category. When given a chance and when I have motivation, I can write PAGES. In terms of other peoples’ replies, I’m not concerned with length. Flowery stuff can be fun to read, but all I care about is what’s being accomplished. As someone who wrote as a script roleplayer for literal years before joining this community, I’m more about accomplishing things than making it look pretty, but I’m cool with anything. 

Starters

I’m great at starters so long as I know the character well enough. I can always throw a starter at people, but most of the time I haven’t needed to. People seem more than willing to start threads from asks (I love sending in asks!!) and/or toss starters at me. 

Inbox

I have the best of intentions, but I’m sooooo slow. I have plans for drawings for things that get tossed by the wayside, or I have to come up with a fun and clever way to word or format things. I know I have a mountain of asks sitting in my inbox, some of them MONTHS old. 

Selectivity

I’m not really selective at all?? It’s easier for me to interact with canons than OC’s simply because I’m not good at reading large walls of text due to getting overwhelmed. So OC’s with long bios are usually too daunting for me to get to know them. That being said, if muns have discord and are willing to chat my ear off about their OC in a way that I can engage, myself, it’s much less daunting! I also LOVE to hear about peoples’ OC’s so I’m always open to this!  The only things that will deter me from RPing with someone are A) not having the time. I’m stupid busy this time of year. B) I have had and/or seen bad experiences with a user in the recent past. C) I cannot find a logical or engaging reason for our characters to interact. Regardless, if you ever wanna talk, just hmu. 

Honest Note

I’m super spacey. I’m really forgetful. I’m tired and have been struggling with depression and motivation. I can go long periods of time without being talkative, but I PROMISE that I love you and I love your character and your blog and your art and probably your icons and writing style. This community is so full of amazing and talented people that it astounds me how incredible so many of you are!! Even if I have a really hard time getting anything started or keeping anything going, it’s nothing personal. I still love you. I love all of you~! Best way to interact with me? Mutual Discord servers. That’s how I be.

I stole this from various people but I’m 99.9% sure that one of them was @tenderpoison

[slimicorn]

Greetings fellow earthlings 🖖🌎

I'd like to mention a couple things about the month I've had and what ive been through so far in our new decade.

I've done lots of thinking, very little sleeping, lots of healing, and too much traveling. I'm weary, wandering, whatever w word you can think of.

... this is where my post may take a dark turn, so take heed and do not proceed until I've inserted a read-more in place of this warning ...

I started the new year waking up to bury my last remaining pet, in the rain, with all my other pets I tried and failed to take proper care of when I was too young to understand. Colorful, gray, brown, bland, silly, ditzy, and fiercely independent. That was everything my other dear pets were to me, and Rosie was all of those to me. Her name came to me naturally at the time.

Since a traumatic 7 years of elementary school, puberty, wandering around, looking for family, the meanings of my dreams, a creative outlet I could understand on my own, and my twin flame both romantically, intimately, sexually, platonically, and every other historically emo and poetic word you can find. I've studied nearly every world religion, independently and without direction or guidance. I've found albums, bands, musicians and songwriters that spoke to my intuition, stars that aligned and called my name, the balancing act of scientific fact and spiritual belief in something beyond ourselves. Ufology, physiology, psychology, sociology, obstetrics and gynocology, feminist theory, intersectionality as a sociological concept, different ways of feminism and outcast rebellion. Lost friends, family, loved ones and pets appearing in my dreams. Shedding my skin as my top surgery scars swell, flake, turn lilac, and fall. My roommates tattoos, faeries, magic and studio Ghibli. The thought processes of singer songwriters with many solo acts, names, SoundCloud. And of course, the one that motivated me to remake in the first place, unicole unicron xemself.

~*~

All of these souls are my prophets, my personal jesuses, my muses and muns. As I seek noise cancelling headphones to mute the fluorescent lights of department stores, art supply stores, arenas, music in crowded coffee shops. For me, this all traces back to one source, the spirit of uni, the one force, love, and universe that unites us all. If you've ever followed me, met me irl, called me on Skype or discord, or connected with me in any way in my life, living or deceased, you have made your mark. Under all my urls, all my kins, all my starseed connections, constellations, zodiac chart, alien slime blobbiness, I'm still the same person. Wandering in the void of space, being a beacon of light while I find my own direction.

My current incarnation began in late spring, near early summer, in the year 2000. My prophets are everyone that has contacted me, left their mark, and planted a memory, real or imaginary. Neuroplasticity is real, and I'm learning about it to make it my bitch. Finding creative outlets. Beauty, makeup, tattoos, diy clothing, thrifting and flipping, doodling, weaving. Something to process. And of course, creation, dusting things off, and creating music and art that touches others.

No matter your spiritual beliefs, community, sense of belonging, we're all looking for the same thing. Love. Imagine that man <3

I sound like a hippy, a clown, a fool, all that. But I also know I'm right about some things and wrong about others. I'm finding out how to worship, create, and vent my anger, frustration, and sorrow. I don't need pity, I need support. We all do. We're human beings.

We're taking back the earth just like our forefathers did. Finishing what we started. Picking up the pieces that they left behind. We're all indigo children, Chrystal children, and rainbow children, whatever that means to you. It's magical, a bit mythical, and really fantastical. But we're all healing.

We're doing this together.

Everything tagged #u on this blog is something positive I wanted to share. I'm renovating all my socials, and will update all the pages, unlock my pillow fort account, and rebuild and regenerate. We need it. All of us. No matter how old or far along. Heal. Find salvation from your own karmic misdeeds. Follow the fluid movements of the coursing river. Whatever calls your name, follow, pursue and rebuild.

I AM still affiliated with unicult. I am an official member, albeit lvl one. My prayers are being answered. I'm finding my own salvation, my own enlightenment, my own prophets, my twin flames (plural), and those near and dear to my soul currently scattered across the globe.

May you all find peace and best of luck on your 2020 adventure towards clarity, health, and prosperity.

May the spirit of uni be with you always, blessed be, and live long and prosper 🖖👽🛸💞🙏💫💦💖😘😇

-Andy

[eightcurioussouls]

“C’mon, Gracie! How’ll you protect your kids with that weapon o’ yours if you keep dodging? Think for a moment!”

(( i had an urge to draw a battle scene and i went with it sdfsgfhgfh ))

[eightcurioussouls]

* . . .

* I miss him.

[eightcurioussouls]

                                           “I love you guys...”

Ft. @a-persevering-soul‘s Lillian and @seven-bitter-souls‘s Emily.

[eightcurioussouls]

(( doodled some kids for @shadeyshopinc 's event 👀👀 ))

[eightcurioussouls]

(( summertime gracie...... ))