Some sketches of Skybound and Shattered Silence Dark Pit from college today cuz why not😅
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Also, my friend @chik-misatikalera-the-third did some fanart of my OCs Icarus and Daemonus/ Mirrored Icarus!!🥹🤩
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I love this sooo much so thanks, @chik-misatikalera-the-third , for the awesome fanart!!🥹✨️
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Stay tuned for some more Shattered Silence sketches, and if you guys want to send any asks, questions, or fanart, go ahead!!🥹✨️ (I'll just have to reopen the ask box lol) and if you want to, check out @chik-misatikalera-the-third !! They have some really awesome stuff🥹🤩
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This is my idea for what might happen with the Daedalus Reunion (I'd probably write out the whole scene if asks didn't have character limits): Zag probably isn't there because he is never there for the reunions and stuff but anyways it'd probably start off with a hesitant Icarus not knowing how to apologize because he has so much he wants to say, They're just awkwardly looking at each other because they both have so much they want to say, Icarus probably apologizes first to which Daedalus (1/2)
apologizes for apologizings sake, they just kinda hug eventually in a healthy Father-Son bonding moment that is quite rare in this continuity. Zagreus finds them eventually and may or may not Melt/feel disappointment that his own father could not emulate this moment if he tried. I also probably should've sent this whole thing in a DM but I wanted to share with everyone else. (2/2)
Oh! Oh my!
My friend, you have such wonderful ideas! For anyone who is lost, this ask is pertaining to my fic "The Craftsman's Son" which can be found HERE on Tumblr or HERE on AO3. I'm so sorry it took me so long to reply to this lovely message!
You bring up some excellent points. I really like the concept of Zagreus not being present for this chapter, not only because it feels more genuine to canon and how the Underworld really likes to deal its due diligences, but also because then we would get an entire chapter from Icarus' perspective and get his full thoughts and reaction to the whole piece.
It would likely be hard for him and his father to get those words out. But luckily, time doesn't pass very coherently in the Underworld, so they can talk for as long as they need. And they do, and they don't. At some times, they just sit in a very very long silence. And of course, they don't just talk about the obvious, because they're testing the waters to see if however they managed to meet again has bounds. MUST they talk of Icarus' end and Daedalus' downfall? Or can they simply talk?
Daedalus talks about Icarus when he was young, and the boy's mother. Icarus talks about his favorite memories of their home, and summer days when he got to run and play. They reminisce, and then they reflect on where they are now. And then what led them there.
They don't expect to hug. But when Daedalus starts weeping, Icarus finds himself overcome with emotion for his old father and throws his arms around him and weeps as well. They mourn the loss of what could have been and their foolishness towards each other. They took each other for granted, and Icarus is so touched that his father is finally humble enough to accept that, and that he himself is mature enough now to comprehend, respect and value such emotion.
Man. This gave me many Thoughts. Thank you so much for the lovely submission, @echodance !!
Happy (late) 6th Anniversary Five Nights at Freddy's!!!
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it's been a great 6 years with this game in my life!!!! it came out when I was like,, 12/in middle school and it definitely influenced who I grew up to be!!! so I drew my sona, Icarus, as a nightguard in the classic Rebornica outfit with the good ol' game 1 guys!!!
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(I'm a wee disappointed I couldn't post this day-of but I'm not smart and started yesterday instead of starting the day before :\ )
i drew Icarus from (re)Color because,,,,i really wanted too. he’s just a kind hearted colorful boy who likes good food, pretty flowers, and bright colors.
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[I’m just going to start posting any crap that comes to mind that I want to write before I forget, because I have little time and even littler coherency, so get ready for single-sentence posts of nonsense. I’ll tag this saga so you can watch my descent and i can find it later]
2.7.2021 at 11:10 am: I want to write Pact of Punishment: Extreme Measures Icarus so much.
That would be so scary honestly. Like Icarus didn’t fight much in life so of course he wouldn’t be able to singlehandedly kick Zag’s ass but he’d probably be so OP with the hammer of Daedalus.
Like I’m talking you walk into an Erebus-level altercation and Icarus just rolls his shoulders - some burnt tufts of feathers fall from the wings, but there’s something different about them. Or maybe he’s in a whole different outfit - self-designed armor? - altogether. And Zagreus wants to pass but Icarus has just learned that if he can overcome his trepidation of his past, as well as his shame, and possibly put Zagreus in his place then he’ll break at least one of the two punishments he’s under and get to see his father again. So, Icarus has used what his daddy taught him and OP’d the fuck out of himself, I’m talking in Asphodel with heat resistance and imperviousness, using a repaired and enhanced version of those wings as a shield... Meanwhile Icarus’ attacks break down Zag’s weapon, causing him to deal less damage for x amount of seconds after getting hit...
When Icarus defeats Zagreus for the first few times, he says something along the lines of “You knew you weren’t ready for that,” or “Turning back now saves you a more painful death later.” Or sometimes, when it’s been over 5 times maybe, even Icarus starts to get angry because Zagreus isn’t learning his lesson, so his lines after defeating Zag shift into more exasperated, sardonic comments. “How’s the sun look from up there, good Prince?” “Can you taste the ocean?” “At least there isn’t any wax.”
And then when Zagreus finally gets past Icarus, Icarus is torn between feeling fulfilled and fearful for Zagreus. “Oh... I underestimated you.” “Father did warn me... against complacency.” “If I can’t stop you, someone else will.” “Prince Zagreus... be careful. And good luck.”
Anyways I just want to design Icarus in armor and have him fight Zagreus. That’s finna be a chapter later on in The Craftsman’s Son, but I have to do a lot more character development and get Zag to escape before I can pop into Pact of Punishment shih, let alone Icarus trying his own hand at getting reunited with his father again.
The Craftsman's Son is one of my favorite fics in the Hades Tag, I catch myself thinking about things that might happen in it if it continues (I just think about highly unlikely "What happens next?" scenarios for everything I finish reading, whether or not it has a cliffhanger) nearly every day. I love love love your depiction of Icarus! I Just Love it So So Much!
Omg hey!! I let out a delighted little squeak at this ask, so definitely at least a 40% fluster rating!!!
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I'm so so so honored that you love my Icarus fic!!!!! I think about it a lot too, but unfortunately (as all of you clearly know, yikes), Captain Life has gotten in the way recently and I haven't had time to update it in a couple months!! I fully intend to continue it once I'm free for the summer (which should be in about a week!!!!!!!) and I'm awfully excited to get back in the regular swing of things!!
But - my dear, PLEASE tell me what you think might happen???? Because it is an open-ended fic at the moment, I am more than willing to take asks/anons suggesting things you guys may want to see!!! The "plot" of the fic is very loose, I have a direction of interest but do not have pre-constructed chapters as I usually do, just a collection of scenes that will trickle in through each addition.
So, chances are, if you suggest something, it will likely show up in a future chapter!!! Please please please send me your ideas @echodance!!! You can send them in my inbox like this so I can answer publicly and give the rest of you lovely followers content, or if you would prefer to just message me, my DMs are open!!!
I love hearing ideas, I actually usually take inspiration from things I overhear!!! I'm so flattered!!
Hell, this flatter rating went from at least a 40% to like an 80%. Thank you so much! <3
[Note: Hey y’all! So, I mentioned briefly in an ask reply to @silverwindsblog that I have an OC design and layout for Icarus!!! But, since I am not an artist, I have to write a bunch of drabbles about Icarus instead!!
I intend to make this a recurring series, basically just Zagreus meeting Icarus from time to time throughout the regions... It would mean a lot to me if you guys would let me know what you think!!! I have had ceaseless brainworms about Icarus since I started Hades and found he wasn’t in it. Feel free to tell me what you think of him, I can also use prompts/feedback as ideas for more drabbles with him!]
[Summary: In Zagreus' many escape attempts, he runs into a mournful Shade who knows a thing or two of failed escape attempts.
Icarus wanders alone through the levels of the Underworld, too afraid to face his father, even if the man weren't cursed to never see his son again.
Zagreus once again tried to pull some strings with his father's contracts.]
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Chapter 1.
The chambers in which Daedalus forgot his tools were always empty of genuine company when Zagreus arrived – no sign of the master architect before nor following confrontation with any shades commanded to cease the Prince’s forward venture.
Emptier still, were the chambers before much more threatening foes, the terror at the brink of every region. Zagreus had been hoping for Charon’s shop, but instead heard over the bubbling lava of Asphodel the familiar chime of a blessing. Even from a shade, and one who was so meticulous in life now cursed to be somewhat forgetful with his things, the improvements granted by Daedalus’ craft were nothing short of miracles.
Rounding the corner and bounding up the few stairs into that waiting chamber, what Zagreus did not intend to see was a figure already at the tool itself, examining the binding at its handle with such familiarity that the Prince would take to dismiss.
Zagreus slowed his fiery pace and entered the room calmly, though his heart pounded in wary anticipation. “There is usually no one to greet me at these things, mate. I do hope you’re not some new, frightening instillation sent by my father to keep me from getting to that hammer.”
The shade looked up then, wide eyes a dark brown that would be welcoming if not for the hollow expression they took on. The shade was that of a young man, tousled brown locks curling about his ears and in every form of heedless unkempt. The shoulder of his chiton was clasped with one firm buckle, leaving much of his torso bare, as bare as his feet on the thankfully cool stones. Not that shades could feel much, that were, but Zagreus still cringed to think of this young man wandering about the flaming coals with nothing but the skin of his toes as a barrier.
The shade spoke then, and his voice was the deep timbre of a young man past adolescence – yet it carried a wispy, wistful nature of sorrow to soften it. Zagreus’ eyes came back to his face, met those eyes. “No, it would do me no good to believe I could cause you trouble. Just passing through at the same time, so it seems. Would you… like me to fix up that blade for you?”
He gestured toward Stygius, held firmly in the Prince’s grasp, and the creak of wood and leather, the rustle of feathers suddenly drew Zagreus’ focus away from his face and now to the tattered, scorched skeleton of wings fastened to the shade’s arms. The leather straps of harness bound to his shoulders and over his pectorals was clasped with welded metal, but the wood and wax of those wings melted in bubbled white scarring – melted, combined with the skin of his muscled arms and marred back.
“You’re Icarus,” Zagreus blurted out, and instantly regretted the insensitivity. He had heard of the tragedy of Daedelus’ son, heard how the father mourned in sorrow just as much as his anger. Zagreus did not expect to meet the boy himself at all, figured he had been cast into one of the lesser shades wandering Tartarus for some crime of little achievement.
Icarus huffed a soft, bitter laugh, lips curling into a delicate smile. “I am. Does that surprise you? Son of the great Daedalus wandering about, picking up his father’s forgotten tools instead of working at his side.”
Zagreus stepped forward, comfortable now in the knowledge that he would be done no harm, but guilty curiosity swept over him in this unfortunate legend’s presence. “Not really, just… Well, I’ve never seen your father about these parts either. Always seem to miss him, I usually find his hammers to fix up my own weapons and be on my way.”
“Well, leave that to me, then. You look like you could take a rest.”
Zagreus nodded and handed Stygius over, watching as Icarus examined the blade delicately, the muscles of his tattered arms shifting as he held and hefted the blade to check for imperfections. “This will be better done by the hands of an apprentice craftsman himself, no doubt. Thanks, mate. Really.”
“It’s my pleasure, good Prince. Wouldn’t do well for you to be running forward complacent in this blade’s integrity. I’ll have it fixed up in no time.”
Icarus got to work. Zagreus watched, the clanging of metal ringing in his ears, reverberating off the cavernous chamber, the stalactites above and the stone tiled floors, the rock walls surrounding them. Despite the state of his body, Icarus worked quickly, much more surely with the tool and the blade than Zagreus had in his own attempts to improve his weapon. Being in the Underworld alleviated him of the hurts of mortals, and while the lingering scars remained, his movement was uninhibited by anything more than the remaining bulk of the wings.
“Have you seen your father about, Icarus? One day – or, er, night – I’d like to thank him for his skill. Even with only one of his tools and little crafting knowledge, I can usually make something of my weapons.”
Icarus stiffened slightly for a moment, his smooth motions interrupted with a pause. Zagreus cringed, knowing immediately he had broached an uncomfortable topic. Much like when he pestered Eurydice about Orpheus and she grew heated, Zagreus felt a guilt bloom from that curiosity that still did little to quench it.
“I have not,” Icarus replied sorrowfully. “Part of my father’s sentence here is to work without furthering his legacy. And that means I will never complete my apprenticeship.”
The Prince’s brow furrowed, laurel sizzling. “But thousands of mortals read his writings, follow his plans and skills up on the surface, surely that accounts for something? Daedalus’ legacy is everywhere, even in the walls of my father’s house. How does that make sense to be his curse?”
Icarus shrugged and held up the hammer. “He’s not the man he once was. There are flaws in even the finest of his architecture, now. And the other humans cannot copy exactly what his intentions were.”
“Oh. I… think I see. Still though, surely you’re bound to run into him one time or another, picking up after him like this.”
Icarus frowned again. He resumed the work on Stygius, nearing the end of his repairs and brow furrowed in a thoughtful brood. “Forgive my bluntness, Prince, but I don’t think I could face my father even if given the chance. Here is your blade, how does it feel?” He dropped the hammer handle-first into a slim loop on his belt, the weight tugging the leather down just slightly, but seeming at home tucked against the apprentice’s side.
Zagreus acknowledged the subtle suggestion to change topics, and took Stygius. It felt lighter, somehow, and cleaner. He spun it experimentally a few times, rolling his wrist to follow the motion. It felt lighter, but more lethal. He wondered if it would be possible to pierce armor, now. “Razor sharp.”
Icarus smiled softly, a pitiful twitch of the expression registering on his sad face. “It is. Do be careful, good Prince. I… I know you are determined in your path, so I will not tell you to turn back. But do not underestimate your foes. No amount of confidence makes you impervious to error.”
“I will be careful, thank you, mate. Where will you be next?”
“Somewhere my father had been before, most likely. I hope we do not meet too often, for your success in escaping this place. I know a thing or two of failed escapes.” Icarus looked down, once again exhaling that brief huff as if he had said something painfully ironic; in all fairness, he had. But Zagreus knew it not his place to take any humor in this shade’s cruel fate.
Zagreus nodded, and rest Stygius on his shoulder, walking ahead while waving back. “Until next time then, Icarus. I wish you well in the meantime.”
