#red aus

(This took me 5:04 hours draw her on ibispaint x ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ)

Alphatale red/Lucy by shadikal15himself/viblesssoul

Any asks you may have for this AU are more than welcome!!

the lore so far:

Orpheus!Joe and Eurydice!Cleo

Orpheus!Joe and Eurydice!Cleo pt 2, now featuring Charon!Zedaph

Castor!EvilXisuma and Pollux!Xisuma

a little bit of info on how I choose who will be who

Charon!Zed meets Castor!EX and it's <3

Some art:

Eurydice!Cleo. I love her.

Synopsis: Nobody really knew how Grian showed up in the sixth world of Hermitcraft. Not even he did. He didn’t know where he had come from or anything he’d done before this world, but he didn’t really think much of it, as doing so hurt his head. Not only that, but he could vaguely recognize several other Hermits, some more than others, but could never quite grasp where from.

Yet recently, he’d been getting flashes of what felt like memories, not that he understood them much.

All he knows is that something is very wrong.

But it’s fine.

The link to the hc greek mythology au masterpost is here!

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It was only when Castor lay dying in his twin brother’s arms that he finally understood it.

As long as he could remember, he and his brother Pollux had to share: a face, a voice, a life, everything. They got along well enough--as well as siblings could be expected to, anyway--and there was never any indication that there was anything the matter between them. They were twins, happy and healthy; clearly, the two of them were a blessing to their mother.

But Castor had always sensed it. Pollux had something about him, something strange, something that Castor did not share. Where he used to see perfect equality between himself and his brother, he began to notice the slight imbalances. Like the way Mother smiled wider when she spoke to Pollux. Like the way the townsfolk offered Pollux assistance, even when he acted cold. How Pollux was invited to gatherings first. How all their friends favoured Pollux. How Pollux-- Pollux, Pollux, Pollux, Pollux Pollux Pollux--

Castor was sick of it.

link to the Greek Mythology AU masterpost is here!

Charon!Zedaph is a bored, bored boi. until he... makes a friend?

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Back and forth and back and forth across the River Styx. Day in, day out, there's always one more soul that needs ferrying to the underworld. Back and forth and back and forth. He doesn't want to complain, he knows it's an important job, but it's just so boring.

Back and forth and back and forth. He has so many thoughts that he just can't contain anymore--ways to make life more interesting--but those are "not allowed," says Hades, when Charon suggested some improvements to his ferry, they're "unprofessional, impractical, and wildly unsafe." Charon just thinks Hades doesn't understand the appeal of a speeding death-ferry on water skis. No, Charon just has to go back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and--

And the souls he meets doing this are boring, too! All they do is recount their woes and regrets in life, or beg him to take them back to shore, or tell him to shut up about his stupid contraptions already, they're trying to move on to the afterlife here!! Back and forth. That same things over and over again. Day in, day out. Always.

Until a person--a whole, living person--tossed him a coin and asked to be taken across the river. Living beings asking to be taken to Hades occured occasionally, yes, but never had he met a living being quite like this one. They had white hair, which was strange enough already, but they themself were an enigma all on their own. They listened to Charon when he talked, they even asked questions about his ideas-- the ferryman was overjoyed.

It was the shortest ride across the river Charon had ever had the pleasure to conduct. And then it was over. And then he was saying goodbye. And then the person was gone.

His name was Castor. Charon held the coin tight.