I Bet You Didn't Expect Something Like This? I Decided To Return To A Spanish Fandom)

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Max

Age: 28

Height: 175

Weight: 60

Profession: Gardener (Spy sent to Felicia)

Calm, friendly and helpful young man, ready to help anyone. But do not forget that he is a soldier of the King of Spades, so I advise you not to trust too much.

My interpretations of Ares and Aphrodite recovering after the war.

Of course they would! I can even say, that they would be proud about it)))

A Thought Occurs to me...about the Horror Twins.

Since Ares is the second hottest male god in terms of raw looks on Olympus (and first place if you account for overall charisma) and Aphrodite is...Aphrodite. ...Would Phobos and Deimos also be hot?

Don't worry) I like this idea and with our passion we can no something for this au)

I can't get the headcanon out of my head that Phobos is a big papa's boy and Deimos is a mama's boy.

Phobos is the personification of the warriors' fears. What they fight for. They are afraid of losing their loved ones if they lose, so they continue to fight. They are afraid for themselves, so they go on despite the pain. They are afraid for their friends, so they try to fight together.

Only fools are not afraid.

Deimos is the personification of what warriors are willing to do for love. Father need to kill everyone for the safety of his family? He will. Mother need to distract the enemies so that the children can go unnoticed? So be it. Death guarantee peace? Fine.

The influence of the nightmare twins without context is frightening, however, when you start thinking about it from a different angle, you understand that not everything is so simple and clear.

Oh...

My...

GOOOOD!!!

THAT IS THE GOLD!!! I HONESTLY CAN FEEL HIS RAGE AS A FATHER!!!

Let's be honest: If Odysseus had offended one of Ares' children, he wouldn't have even been given a chance to justify himself.

Ares would have immediately attacked him, piercing him with his spear.

A strange, but at the same time cool idea arose in my brain.

What if, along with the wakfu of the deceased eliotrope, their memories are also transmitted? feelings that they have ever experienced? The last moments of death in the form of phantom pain? Nightmares?

Just the curse of eternal memory in the face of dreams and simple visions.

Meet Lena. My OC from fandom 13 cards.

Age: 24

Height: 165

Weight: 54

Profession: ballerina (Spy sent to Verona)

Graceful and elegant, with her skill this lady will cloud your vigilance and find out every secret of the state. She hides her eyes under the bangs, because it’s harder to see through it in a lie. Loyal to her homeland and friends, but ruthless to enemies and traitors.

Predator Golden meet original Fred :)

I just wanna tell about my headcanon, that Golden is a perfect liar.

Did Oropo really exist as an independent creation?

Unfortunately, the eliotrope doesn't know. He clutches the fabric of his cloak tighter and slides between people, trying to blend into the crowd. The smell of fresh, delicious-looking food hits his nose and his stomach begins to rumble treacherously.

The physical body in which Oropo woke up... It was definitely real. Even stronger than it seemed. All sensations were heightened, from which the young man had to get used to everything for several days. He woke up in the forest and from there walked on foot to Bonta.

- I'm sorry...

The salesman looks at the young guy in cloak and sees a small hand full of money. Eyebrows rise upward in surprise.

- What can I buy for this amount?

- Oh, well... - the man scratches the back of his head, and then glances at his product. - Forgive me, pal, but there’s only enough here for-

- I'll pay for him!

Oropo feels his heart pounding down to his heels at an unprecedented speed. Tristepin, who gave the small bag to the man, takes a small bun with icing and a couple of apples, holding out the eliotrope.

- Here! - the man smiles at all thirty-two. - Everything for the sake of those in need!

Oropo can barely restrain himself from laughing nervously.

...Oh gods...