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Writing up a Percy Jackson fic and I’m having a weapons crisis.

Context - she’s a daughter of Aphrodite that’s a social butterfly, heavily reliant on her emotions/intuition and low key fearless.

But our girl is kind of a sucky fighter (at least in the lightning thief) which will be one of two points of development at the show.

Without giving too much away she kinda becomes a spy in the other books so using her beauty as a weapon and being underestimated is a key part of her character.

I’m squealing right now I’m so excited

Contestant No. 1 - A Staff

I kind of like the idea that unlike Percy and Annabeth, she’s not violent and battle efficient like most demigods. It keeps her enemies at a distance while still being quite a powerhouse. A headcanon would be that Chiron gave her one because when she was given a sword she nearly cut her finger off XD.

The only downside is that it’s not the most aesthetically pleasing in my opinion but who knows I might get over it.

Contestant No. 2 - Some kind of Flail

If you don’t know what a flail is, it’s basically a stick with a chain attached to it. At the end of the chain is a ball with spikes on it. I kind of liked it because it can kind it requires grace and control to pull it off which has potential for more development.

Her wielding a ball on chain can help make fight scenes more creative and it’s a unique weapon that isn’t used in many fanfics.

Contestant No. 3 - Throwing Knives

This is a bit of a contradiction to my first point but I was looking at it from the perspective of her becoming a spy later on. It fits this idea that she’s so naive that she wouldn’t even try to carry weapons only for her to have a small arsenal of knives hidden in her clothes is kinda iconic. Everyone assuming less of her only for her to possibly be one of the deadliest of them all.

The only downside is that it’s a little boring I guess and kind of goes against the less violent thing.

Anyway that’s all of them. If you have any suggestions that’s not a bow and arrow or a sword please help a girl out XD

When you’re sick of moody, not like other girls ocs so you make a daughter of Aphrodite who’s personality is inspired by these gals

Ah….fun times ahead

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Read 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 from the story 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐒 by xxCocoiixx with 2 reads. kingslanding, daen...

𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔， 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝐻𝑂𝑇𝐷 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑐

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘? 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 the allure? Something that pleases the aesthetic senses. Some find it things, silk, jewels and other ornaments of grandeur.

But beauty within others isn't down to a feature, wavy dark hair, sharp noses or soul capturing eyes. No, beauty within people belongs to the intangible.

Beauty is birthed from love. The mother of two being the driving force of all manner of life. And it's child is is the eye of the beholder.

But Love also breeds Conflict. It is the sharp blade and once the victim bleeds, it's very hard to stop its flow.

Belladonna Dorée was beauty personified. Even by age six she was applauded for her gentle disposition and soft features. Her Aunt June, saw this and decided to play. Her own little doll to snip, pluck, lace, chop and change as she pleased. And once she was, she wanted to share that with the rest of the nation.

At the time Bella saw no issue with it. After all, she was pretty and other people were just acknowledging it. A bunch of little girls lined up for display, fighting tooth and nail to destroy each other simply to prove that they were the standard. Looking back the red flags seemed to pile up from the start.

Contrary to popular belief there is a science to beauty. You had to balance the hair, the clothes, the grace and most importantly confidence. Never arrogance, confidence. There is a difference mind you.

A girl could never be arrogant. To imply such a thing would be treason. Arrogance is loud. Uncouth. Most of the time it's told and never shown.

But you still had to own the stage. It didn't matter if you were the strongest speaker or the most soul capturing singer. You had to dominate your space, you had to grasp their attention with a vice like grip and pray you never let go because it only took a moment for it to slip and you would become every other wayning star. Fallen and forgotten.

Belladonna chanted that like a mantra as she danced. Every stretch of the leg, every pointed toe, every turn that was commanded by the beat of the music again, and again and again was meant ooze a pool of talent at her feet like nectar.

And she smiled, preening under their praise. Including the non-verbal ones. The judges that were once investigating for any flaws in her system or cracks in her performance. They were now subdued, relaxed even. As they fixed the gazes in the young girl in awe.

They mirrored her docility like a snake charmer to a snake, forever hypnotised by her

And The funny part was...

She was only five.

But that didn't stop her because at the time her stage was her battlefield. Armed with nothing more than her blinding grin and doe-like eyes Belladonna was bound to give the performance of the ages.

She will laugh at the thought when she's older.

It didn't change the fact that she was the embodiment of their insecurities, their envy, the target of their fury that they had no choice to silence out of propriety. Belladonna Dorée was the catalyst of their quickening pulse, she was the shaker of their bones. She could strike fear into the hearts of any that simply watched her for long enough because she was, in fact, inevitable.

- 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥

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