#warcrowned

❛     WHO THE HELL are you talkin` to   ??     ❜

opinion on

character in general: okay okay listen i like ocs i love them gimme all those original characters and tell me about their stories and stuff I LIVE FOR THAT but pen ?? is one of those ocs that i’m so interested in like i wanna know so much more i don’t really know much about her story but i wouldn’t mind sitting down and reading all of it for the next ten hours bc she’s ?? such a captivating oc like i like ocs but it’s rare for me to be like hell yeah i wanna know everything about this oc  but with pen ??? sign me the FUQ up i want her to step on mehow they play them: pen is ur oc so i mean who better to play your own oc than yourself ?? d UH ?? but dfkjsbd obviously you write pen so wonderfully like you’ve taken her character and made it so incredible you breathed life into the character which is why all your interactions are so good to read ! and speaking of your interactions, your writing ??? is so good ?? if i could bottle your writings, i can sell it as liquid perfection skdjfh everything is good there’s no complaints anywhere tbh at least not from methe mun: listen,,,, you listen to me. shadow ???? is a damn SAINT. an ANGEL. the SWEETEST BERRY IN THE PATCH. and if anyone tells you otherwise, they’re nothing but liars. i haven’t known you for long but ??? i’ve already changed my mobile header for you and i’m ready to fight and defend your honor skduf bUT HONESTLY ! you’re such a gem on the dashboard and i love ?? how much love and thought and time you put into pen and into your headcanons and posts of her like ??? you’re one of the few people i know who give so much to their character ??? your writing and characterization makes me so hap and i lov how absolutely precious you are ♥

do i

rp with them: i don’t think ?? we have a thread want to rp with them: uh hell yeah let sora cause all sorts of trouble with pen pls

what is my

overall opinion: i said it above but shadow is a magician who can make characters come to live with their writing and pen is an incredible oc who is just so interest and unique when it comes to ocs look i’d give my legs up for both of them alright and i like my legs i don’t give those to just anyone. shadow and pen ?? they can have my legs. like ten thumbs up 1000000 / 10

She witnesses the tears cascade and takes pause, steadfast as mountains as the woman before her weeps, weeping for the years—the long centuries—kept apart by the rivers Death and for grief, that weighted sensation nestled deep within the heart like burs. Two tragic, tragic queens are reunited with misery tangled within their threads and the thoughts left unspoken—regrets that couldn't be shared, forced to remain silent for centuries on end—coming forth like the deluge over a battered dam. When will they cease to know tragedy?

Darling Penthesilea, her dearest treasure and beloved sister, with an aged wistfulness and grief e'er painted over those eyes that were never the same after her—Hippolyta's—death, the fearsome figure upon Troy's war-torn shores. Aye, she knows the misfortune that befell after her passing, for the Grail whispers these ill-fated truths and the knowledge pours forth like the ewer of gods ( and like Ganymede, Hippolyta was ferried away prematurely, too soon for a girl with youth still shining bright in her eyes ), leaving every sacrilegious detail bare and naked for even the judgmental eye to purvey.

The lion-blooded girl ( fierce heart, loving hands, the kind of love that the Achus mourns for ) lifts a hand to brush away those violet locks, drying the endless tears that pour their souls out for Charon's ferryboat with her sleeves, all as her heart breaks and mends for her sister a hundred times over.

“My dear sister, what is it that makes you weep so?”

Why must you weep over the dead girl that still haunts your dreams?

The cordolium sings loudly in her ears, clear as the muses' singing—a preamble for every tale—yet she couldn't help but smile, smiling in gratitude that the Moirai pardoned their maelstrom of misfortunes and permitting them this brief respite outside of time, where the greatest sorrows can be laid to rest, if only for a short while. She thanks every god and goddess, every nymph and creature and concept—Ananke, Aion, the Horae—and mercy itself for being kind to their weary souls, as if they hadn't suffered enough for whatever unspoken cruelty they had committed in the past. This is all she can ever hope to ask for. Hippolyta’s smile grows wider, assurance in the lines that crease at the corners of her lips.

penthesilea: a cup of still-warm blood beside the cup of earl gray, lips that shine like rubies and eyes that glow like fireflies, shattered rose glass, the rumble of thunder, bare feet silent on tile floors, biting winter air filling your lungs as the sky hums above, taunting your struggle, but ignorantly unaware of the future: where you break boundaries to the beyond, blood under your nails and vengeance in your teeth, to settle on your rightful throne of stars.

She really should have known not to read up on how humans viewed her story; it always varied after all. Still, she was curious, how had the historians saw certain legends, which was closer to the truth ? Oh look, one wrote how she was male, another was how she && Hati weren’t Fenrir’s pups. She started to switch the books she was reading with another, this time about her father, an eyebrow raising with each work she noted.

there are daughters who are born bloodied, daughters who will readily take up arms against their own hearts. teeth ache, knees knock — stripped bare of everything else other than a gentle hope. for as much strength there shall always be weakness shimmering beneath & it is not a flaw, nor a curse but rather a blessing ( even gods are known to shudder & fall ).