#cosmicpink

Just... well... she is earth, and like you said, she is everywhere at once, right? Even in tartarus... imagine a broken chronos, sprinkled all over the underworld, in pain, angry, feeling betrayed by everyone and overall miserable...

And then he feels it. Despite being torn to pieces he can feel it. His mother's precence, gently and almost shily reaching out to him. As if scared of making him more upset, or maybe scared her precence was no longer wanted by him. And as her precence hugs his, Rhea would be the only one to know his son's fractured face had contorted into pout, as each eye managed to shed tears despite being undone.

Just a mother comforting his son when he is at his lowest...

I do think Gaia visited her son from time to times, although there would be pieces here and there.. She wouldn't show up physically like that always, but it's unfathomable to imagine or draw what their meeting would look like ( i am but mortal)

OH this is so good tho. Zagreus is already a little over Theseus for obvious reasons, and him continuously boasting and gloating about how he could win them over in a heart beat with a single win? Shade and Zag know better but the champion isn’t giving up, much to the wisdom of his Bull colleague. So, it’s off to the races they go.

Sparks fly as metal clashes against metal, the ever recurring battle between the Prince and the Champion of Elysium raging on for what it seems it’s hundredth time. Asterius had fallen not long ago, the minotaur’s body already being taken and sent back to his corner of this warrior’s paradise. Theseus is pushed back from Zagreus with a solid, square punch to the chest with Malphon leaving him a bit winded. Despite this, however, he stands and booms with laughter, clanging his spear against his shield in a taunt that send cheers roaring through the stands.

“Foolish blackguard! You think such a weak strike could harm me? Impossible!” he jeers, smirking at the Prince as the crowd goes wild at the sport. He gestures to you, catching you a bit off guard as your eyes meet his. You frown, not really liking the feeling of not only his attention, but the attention of every shade around you as he speaks. “I know not what this Good Shade sees in you, cur! But I’ll win this fight and tear down that banner so EVERYONE will know who their champion is!”

He charges again, but Zagreus is too quick. He dashes out of the way, coming up to a sharp left and landing another blow to Theseus. Zagreus allows himself a smirk and a short chuckle of his own, quite chuffed to be continuously handing Theseus his own backside every time he sees the need to stop and boast. “Well, we’ll see about that. I have a feeling my banner may not be going anywhere, especially at your hands.” he replies, squaring himself up and Theseus regains himself and raises his spear. A call on a favor, no doubt.

You haven’t been able to relax since the champion called you out. You never realized just how much the extra eyes on you made you feel like crawling out of your metaphorical skin, but there was no helping it now. You try to shake it off, waving your hat in support of Zagreus as he continues to fight off now not only Theseus, but his blessing from Athena as well. As it gets close to the wire, you suddenly don’t feel the stares any longer. Zagreus... Zagreus can’t lose to him of all people anymore, can he?

Your worries, however, are quickly put to rest as the Prince lands the final blow and sends Theseus to his demise. The stadium erupts and you’re quickly on your feet, silently cheering and waving your hat in celebration of another victory for your champion. The chants of his name begins as Zagreus makes his way to you, looking up at you from the ring.

“I dedicate this victory to you, my Good Shade! I knew there was no way I would lose you,” he declares, chuckling soon after and placing his gauntlet covered hand at his waist, “Well, at least not to the likes of Theseus.”

You’re welcome! Also, I completely understand, Halloween starts in September and Christmas starts the very moment the clock strikes midnight on December 1st!

Bubba

Christmas is observed in the Sawyer household, though it may be nontraditional. Considering the location, the isolation, and the family themselves… gifts get weird. 

Nubbins gives dead animal pieces he’s made “pretty”, Bubba tends to make “clothes”, and if you’re lucky Drayton might give you something that is traditionally considered normal. Like a key chain he stole off some poor girls body.

Bubba is a huge fan of most holidays and that becomes very apparent to you as soon as the first one crops up. He always makes gifts, he always decorates the house (best he can), and he always hopes it will snow because that’s what all the cards and Christmas ads have in them.

Unfortunately, Texas doesn’t get white Christmas’s, but there’s no need to dash his hopes like Drayton always tries to. 

When the day finally comes Bubba is the first one up, I mean, he still believes in Santa after all so he might not even have slept. You get to be second, because he makes sure you are too, he’s just so excited. 

Presents are opened, thanks are… exchanged as well as the Sawyer family does, and you end up wrapped up in Bubba’s arms most of the day because… well it’s kind of cold for a Texan but also, you’re still his favorite thing.

Jason

It’s cold this time of year in New Jersey, freezing in fact, so it’s good one of the cabins is air-tight enough to keep put the worst of the chill. Jason keeps a constant supply of firewood on hand, braving the elements whenever he thought you’d be needing more soon, certainly overdoing it but better safe then sorry!

No one came to the camp this time of year, so it gave him the perfect excuse to be around you 24/7 instead of patrolling- not that he really needed one, but even the undead giant could get shy.

To be honest, he doesn’t know what day it is at any given moment, and certainly didn’t celebrate much of anything (besides his mothers birthday, which he always remembered) before you came around.

If you surprise him with a gift he’s impossibly grateful, first of all. It could be a really interesting stone you found on the lake shore or something from town, it doesn’t matter, you got it for him. He loves it. 

    the SANCTUARY always has an ABUNDANCE of alcohol, whenever they take from other communities, he’s sure to remind simon that booze was a MOTHERFUCKING must.  which is why he’s currently drunk, and stumbling around like a NEW BORN COLT.  a smirk slides onto his lips when he spots her, she’s a fierce little thing, and he enjoys fucking with her whenever he gets the chance.  he plops down on the couch, the scent of booze heavy on his lanky form, yet he’s COCKY as ever.  “why the frown, doll?  what has your fucking panties in a twist?”  already he’s in the mood to toy with her for fun, his grin is directly aimed at her.

Oooohh this is kind of cool.

20. Fears?

- Confinement. She’s a creature that has been allowed to move through borders and pass through the living and the dead realm and even to Olympus. She’s never not had the freedom or ability to move and run where she needed to when she needed to.

23. Do they collect anything?

TLDR; you don't need to be an expert, and you are super approachable and nice and we love you

I dont know u but saw ur tierlist and coudnt resist sending my take hahahaha, everything here is said very affectionately <3 have a nice day!

Thank ya lol