Starri's Collection of Possible Insanity

@starriskiesstuff this ask got lost in the void BUT yes i do have opinions :) i always figure that arthur has A Lot of titles (including Sir--dude has def been knighted) but the one i use the most is Lord because its more prestigious than just Mr. and less uppity than Sir. Sir is for Special Occasions.

the most common way to become a Lord back in the day was related to owning land, and i do imagine that arthur used to have a rural estate somewhere, and those titles are still around today. im pretty sure this is lowkey where we get the term landlord from. but it doesn't always have to be attached to land ownership (and isn't for new lords today i think--pretty sure you can purchase it today, but whatevs. its not being granted for land anymore). as a little aside, in my lions den fics (really just in colossians) alfred used to be referred to as (little) lord kirkland as well because as arthur's eldest son, he was entitled to that title as well, as he would "inherit" the manor if arthur died.

but it is also just a respect thing. like the guys in the house of lords are called lord. there used to be lords in the British admiralty. its just his preferred title among his government. the royals probably ignore this preference and call him Sir Kirkland. but tldr, lords were dudes who owned a big house and a bunch of land, and its not something they're allowed to do anymore i believe. you've got to have special permission or grandfathered in to be a lord in the way that arthur is.

so the land thing - if arthur is just a "lord of the manor" he really needs an "of" in there, you can't just call him lord kirkland. but if he has an actual title of peerage go ahead, and in that case it's lord alfred kirkland as well (with the first name, always!)

pretty much anyone in England today called lord has a peerage, either hereditary or lifetime. that's why the house of lords are called lord, and that's what all the lords in the admiralty were doing (the officer corps was for a long time disproportionately noble, esp. at it's highest ranks, and then anyone who won a major battle or some such usually ended up with a peerage as well - eg. the earl mountbatten of burma)

also remember that British titles have rankings and you always use the highest ranking one

arthur is old enough, though, that there is really no reason why his land holdings shouldn't have at some point translated into a barony by tenure - which also avoids a writ of summons to parliament, sidestepping the problem of having a personification entitled to sit in the house of lords. there are for a variety of reasons no (there might be a couple, but idk) feudal baronies left in England, but arthur might have managed to hold on to his.

I mean, in the books it's clear that her role for Percy is the perspective of a mundane, almost normal life, compared to the demigod life he's used to. And that, in the end, we realize that it's not her who's showing him the mundane path, diverting him from his destiny, but Percy who's showing her the path of the gods and revealing what her true destiny is. Their connection is a balance of who is showing something to whom, and I find that fascinating in the books.

But considering the arcs they're giving Annabeth in the series about her being unable to be anything other than a demigod and how she relates to the mundane world, I believe that having that dynamic between them instead of Rachel and Percy would be an interesting change if it's well developed.

In this case, the idea is to portray Rachel as a representation of everything Annabeth is incapable of being and which awakens in her insecurity, but to transform Rachel's interest in her into a threshold between the world of the gods and Annabeth herself. They clash because it seems they are uninfluencing each other, but in reality, they are showing, in ways they both understand, the different paths they could never have imagined before meeting.

I believe it would bring an interesting complexity to their relationship and that it would provide an interesting conclusion for Annabeth, realizing how to live in the mundane world without abandoning her essence as a demigod, and for Rachel to find herself in the world of the gods as the Oracle without denying her instinctively human nature.

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So, Hazbin is actually pretty easy to slide into the Riordanverse, because in his world literally every religion is both simultaneously real and correct. Gods are mirrors of human consciousness so whoever people believe raises the sun is the one to do it while also science is real

Ergo Christianity is just yet another pantheon that has to play nice but stay separate from the others. Now, I want to say Christianity is both a bit hated and mocked among the other pantheon. Hated because they never really had their own territory, just kind of gained their followers from already occupied lands and pushed them out(said the Greeks, having done the same to the native American gods). Mocked because for the most they're a theism that doesn't really affect the world until their followers' deaths. Sure there's the occasional flood, but that's just a normal Tuesday for most gods. And Lucifer especially is seen as a bit of a joke. What god is specifically weak to his own mortals? God of the rejects they call him

However, Hades has a mostly positive feelings towards him, as do a few other cthonic gods. They know what it's like to be the scary evil ones. And hey, they might need a certain amount of souls passing through their doors to stay relevant and thus powerful(poor Mictlanticuhtli, just not enough blood sacrifices these days) but humanity has long reached the point where none of them are hurting for souls. And hey, every evil soul that winds up with him is one less punishment he has to think up. There's only so many holes you can shove spikes into damnit!!!

So when Luci asks for some "security" for his daughter's hotel, Hades responds that He is under divine law to not interfere with another pantheon, demigods, magicians, and other mortal followers are exempt from such rules as long as they do it willingly. So Hades gives him Nico's contact info and through him the rest of CHB and Jupiter

The demigods think this Lucifer guy is actually pretty chill as far as gods go. He does dad jokes, he gave out free rubber ducks to everyone(Leo LOVED his new firebreathing duck and was already planning a giant flying version) PLUS, he's saying he'll grant any material reward to those that help. They're demigods, they don't get PAID? Usually they just make do with whatever trinkest the gods throw their way. Well, demigods do love a good fight, and things have been pretty chill since Apollo got made new camp director. What the hell, let's go save hell!

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They’re close with him now, they call him Dad, but Arthur was hesitant to get close with them when they were children because of his Trauma™️ losing Alfred. I feel like Arthur would have deployed the use of Nannies more often with them, and he might have even missed the “birth” of Jett because it would have been in the 1790s and he wasn’t jumping to have another kid at the time. Arthur would have found out about him but not gone to Australia himself until later. He would have had Jett sent to him instead. He’s going through a depression, he’s just had a big swathe of influence bloodily removed from the empire, now is not the time for him to be having new kids. I honestly thing Matthew would have had more to do with the raising of Jett than Arthur did. #parentification. By the time Zach came around 40ish years later, he would have been better. And Matthew didn’t just stay living in England indefinitely—he’s got to go become his own person in Canada eventually. But it would be severely delayed because he doesn’t fully trust to leave Jett alone with Arthur. Not that he thinks Arthur is going to be abusive, he’s just worried about leaving a kid alone with someone who is mentally unwell. He would have been out of the house by the time Zach came around.

How To Draw A Circle

1. You’re going to want to find something to trace around. This story has happened before. This story will always be happening. When you look at your hands, you think of your mother. When you stand at the mirror, your father looks back. You have never known your father. So you have never known yourself. We’re all just footprints in the end, left by hand-me-down boots. Boots, blood, and a name like an echo. These are the things your father left you. Boots, a bloodstain that won’t come out of the hardwood, and you. These are the things your father left behind.

A picture of a hand tracing around a cup with a pencil.

2. You can always make things more difficult. Draw it out. Make it interesting. Oh, you don’t want to follow someone else’s blueprints? Oh, you want to create something new? Too bad. We can’t all be architects. Some of us were born to lay the bricks. Some of us were born to hide the bodies. You’ve been building this house since you were born, just like your father. Just like your father, you will not live to see it finished. The house has been a nursery. The house has been a burial site. The house is swallowing bodies before the blood has dried. Your inheritance is a knife’s edge. Your inheritance is a culling. When the time comes, even your coffin will be a family heirloom. Come, make sure the measurements are right.

A picture of a pencil being affixed to a compass.

3. Your sister haunts you. Your sister held your hand and washed your hair. Your sister sang when your father was listening. You do not remember what she sounded like. You do not remember her at all, but these walls echo. The house is an echo. The house is a wound. Your sister was wounded, long before she was killed. Your sister has always been wounded. Once, you believed you would hold flowers at her wedding. That dream, too, is a wound. There is a string tied to your finger, and no one else can see it. No one else can feel it.The other end is trapped inside a tomb. At night, dead hands tug on it like stringing a piano. They know your hunger. They want you to come to dinner. They want you to come home.

A picture of a hand holding down a piece of string on a sheet of paper. The other end of the string is tied to a pencil.

4. Your father loved your mother. That was his first mistake. Your father tried to reinvent the wheel. That was his second. A wheel is just a circle that goes somewhere. You are not a wheel. You have never left this house. Your mother was a war widow. The war was her marriage bed. When is murder not a murder? Perhaps when it’s inevitable. When it’s inherited. When it’s earned. In this story, the king knows the queen will kill him, and he goes home anyway. In this story, the king has always been dead. The house has always been haunted. Your mother’s hands have always had blood on them. You have always known, more than most, what it is to be dead.

A picture of a hand tracing around a protractor with a pencil.

5. Your brother is not coming to save you. You thought he survived, didn’t you? No one survives this story. What a nice fantasy you invented, where you could be the hero and damsel both. Stupid girl, always dreaming of being rescued. Lonesome girl, always desperate to be touched. Rageful girl, always hungry for something to sink your teeth into. Something carved fresh from the bone. You were once a little girl who knew what it was to be tender. She haunts you now, too. In this story, no one else commits the crime for you. Matricide is the killing of a mother by her child. But you have never had a mother. You have only this knife, these hands, this screaming that has been echoing for generations. Scabs re-opened; stains re-made. Your hands have always had blood on them. You got them from your mother.

A picture of a thumbtack pressed into a sheet of paper. A string connects the tack to a pencil. The string is being held taut to draw a circle.

6. If you’re feeling brave, you can try to draw free handed. It almost never turns out the way we want it to. You’re better off fetching an empty glass. You’re better off watching it shatter. In the house filled with bodies, you are patching the drywall like bullet holes. You are peeling wallpaper like flayed skin. You are covering the dining room in lead-based paint. The walls look like they’re bleeding, and paint or blood, what’s the difference? It’s all red. There is paint on your hands, poison seeping into the blood stream. And it won’t ever wash out but you’ll scrub anyway, with soap from a different country. Each time you smell it, you will think how nice it would be to visit. You will never go. On the wall, you’ve begun to draw a circle without noticing. You will always be drawing a circle.