Hiya, it's your very, very tardy, pink-obsessed blogger, Lilliana! First of all, before we get into today's post, I'd like to apologise for not posting in four whole weeks. (A whole month! 😨) Though this was most definitely a fault on my behalf, I do have good reason for it: with all the new assessments, family matters and friendship changes, I'm weak to prioritising. Even so! I've finally (finally) come with another of your beloved POV's!
But . . .
What, do you have another excuse Lilly?
It isn't an excuse! It's a door to new beginnings!
Uhm sure.
Okay, I won't lie. I just didn't know how I'll be able to create the future fic with a mashup of all my previous PJO POV stories with so many Y/N characters 😭. I needed at least one female lead (I'll make a male one too once I decipher the wonder of men's fashion) who was definite! But do not worry, dearest child of Hades, it's your beloved sister: Keira Asar! If you've read my latest post 'Cabin of Zeus', you'd have the basic introduction of Keira. But even if you haven't, you'll get a hella large information dump on her in this chapter.
Now then, I'll stop my massive intro here.
Thine child of Hades, the King of the Underworld, I welcome you to CHB through the eyes of Keira Asar!
Training
Hades. Even the name strikes fear into a demigod's heart! Until you realise that this petty, all-powerful guy is the type of father who would pull out an unsolicited dad joke in the most morbid situations just because he can. Anyways, that aside, I love Hades! I think he's a great dad, with many flaws, but he just seems so easy-going it's hilarious. So finding an aesthetic for him was easy: wannabe goth (Sadly, that wasn't an aesthetic. It was just goth. Ugh.) But then Hades had a son that gave me the most vintage grunge vibes I'd ever received. It was like he was radioactive with it and just expected me to sit idly by and not design an outfit for him?! No! What type of civilised, patient, hyper teenage girl do you take me for. I must absorb this adorable grunge energy and turn it into a masterpiece ✨. So it was finalised: elegant grunge.
But of course. There was Keira. The baddie daughter of Hades that couldn't give less of a crap for etiquette. Hands down, she's a black baddie. Family resemblance? No, I think not.
I tasked myself with a difficult task: To do grunge as a whole and explore as many sub-aesthetics there were. Needless to say, I failed quite badly 🥲💢. But it's okay, I know you guys will be supportive of me either way 😘.
A girl dressed in black was lying down on the ground, one eye closed and the other wide open, observing the two boys not too far away from her. The sniper in her had grew hot under the warm temperature. Those two finally left their hiding places after almost an hour (those cowards), she thought.
Now. It was finally time.
She smirked and was about to press the trigger when-
"Guys, she's here", Nico, her supposed 'annoying excuse of a brother', shadow-travelled to her hiding place, a McDonalds large fries in hand and a bored expression on his face.
The sniper dropped to the ground.
"Oh, what a shame. They found you, Keira", Nico mocked.
"Nico. Just what do you think you're doing?", I clenched my fists, preparing for a punch. I was practically squinting in anger.
"You can't hit me, I have LGBTQ+ rights", Nico said smugly.
"They're at it again", a son of Hermes whispered to a son of Hephaestus, "Should we call Chiron?".
"Nah, it's fine", the other kid replied, "No one would commit treason on a bright, sunny day".
Suddenly a loud 'whoosh' appeared behind Nico and I practically knocked those crappy fries from his throat.
The sky thundered and my new friend, a daughter of Zeus appeared next to me.
"Sunny day when, Aldric?", the daughter of Zeus glared at the two behind me.
"And I'm lesbian, brother", I retorted, increasingly mad.
"On second thought . . .L-let's ask Chiron to invite the paramedics over again", the two boys walked off, nervous sweat falling profusely.
Blessed by the Prophecy - Questing
For these two, I tried in vain to mush up all the grunge aesthetics together. If you squint really hard and don't question anything, the first set looks like a Nico and Hades aesthetic mashup. We've got the ritzy, black lace crop top and a regal cross necklace to embody Hades' inner fashion icon (I assure you, it's in there somewhere) with Nico's vintage shorts, shoes and shorts-over-tights style. The second set is fully Keira 🥰. (I just needed to add the combat gloves so that you, my amazing readers, can visualize Keira's previous punch)
"Children of Hades", Chiron paced back and forth in front of a seated Keira and Nico. The siblings were worried and knew at this point . . . they screwed up.
Chiron began to speak again, "Before we even begin, would you mind telling me how the two of you were able to get-"
"It was all Keira's fault! She auctioned the sniper rifle at a black market!", Nico stood up, pointing at me.
Time stopped. I blinked. DID MY BROTHER, MY OWN FLESH AND BLOOD, JUST RAT ME OUT FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY ILLEGAL FOR SOME PETTY CENTAUR?!
I was about to leap up and send him another punch when Chiron cleared his throat.
"Did I say you could stand up, son of Hades?", He asked, looking down on Nico.
"H-huh? But-", my brother started.
"I was talking about the McDonald fries, Di Angelo! Did you even get permission from the front desk to leave our grounds and go to some over-rated, oil-infested, deformed excuse of cuisine?!", Chiron was fuming.
Nico was flabbergasted, "They're not overrated! They're the pinnacle of human creation! It doesn't get any better than McDonald's fries, you old goat!".
The room froze. I stared at my brother. Oh. He. Did. Not.
"Nico Di Angelo! Go straight to the infirmary! Once you've had that puncture in your brain fixed you shall go and plant strawberries for the rest of the week!", Chiron boomed.
"Fine! I wanted to see Will anyways!", Nico stormed off.
Chiron sighed and turned to me, "Now then Keira. If you could do me a favour and walk yourself to the Oracle's chambers, it would be much appreciated. Oh, and you may keep the rifle".
I stared at the centaur sceptically. What type of blatant favouritism-
In the end, I ended up having to go with all the other children of different cabins to some quest. Apparently, my rifle will be one of the most revered and powerful weapons in all of creation. All this for a $50 gun at some wannabe black market?! Hah, Nico would be pissed.
Campfire
Okay, before you say anything about the second set just hear me out- I was reading a gothic, Victorian-era manhwa before I made this! You may go forth and behead me now. I still have no regret making it despite it having little resemblance to anyone in Hades' family except for Hades himself! Though the first set was more of a kawaii x baddie x grunge look which I would've been so proud to show off if Keira wouldn't've unalived me with her sniper because I called her cute.
I watched observantly as I very, very carefully placed the small branch of black grapes on top of my plate. Even if all the world had decided to go to ruin, I won't be leaving until I've eaten these grapes.
"C'mon Keira, you've been fixing those grapes for like, the hundredth time", A Poseidon child, who would be accompanying me to my quest soon, chided me.
"Shush. This is an act that requires my full attention", I retorted.
A child of Athena snorted, "I wouldn't be surprised. Judging from how blistered your hands are, one touch and you could splatter those grapes into nothingness".
I glared at her, "Don't jinx it".
Poseidon's child poked at me, "Hey Keira, isn't that you're brother?".
I turned my head around and almost passed out from laughter. Nico was covered in dirt, strawberry stains and bandages, Will fussing over him like the gay boyfriend he is.
I cackled like a witch at the two of them. My companions stared at them before Poseidon's child joined my in dying laughter whilst Athena's child was trying in vain to calm down, often resulting in laughter of her own.
Nico glared at me and I smiled back. We somehow ended up with Will, my new friends and I circling Nico and holding hands singing 'boombayah, my lord' as a ritual to excrete all the pent-up anger within him. Did it work? No. But it was hella funny.
Until he squashed my grapes. Then all hell broke loose.
Nighty-Night
I honestly think these two are quite decent. I'm not lying when I say I would actually wear the first one (If it was pastel). But the second one is a no for me. Besides that, I absolutely love the skull scrunchie on the first set. I scourged the internet like a maniac trying to find it and when I did, I almost cried! It's beautiful, is it not? (Statement, sweetie. 💖😘)
Nico was still laughing while we walked back to our cabin, even with the occasional coughs. I was doused in water and almost electrocuted when I threatened that I'd use my sniper on Nico when he squashed my grapes.
But it's not like I stopped for something as puny as that. Nico sent a freaking complaint to father like the jerk he was. Honestly, I wasn't even trying to torture him or anything. Just a quick, painless death.
"Hah, that was worth it", Nico continued to chortle through pained breaths.
"Goddammit Nico", I swore.
"Oh yeah, and good luck for your quest tomorrow", Nico added.
"Thanks, whatever", I rolled my eyes.
A bright idea popped into my head and I added: "I know! I'll file a complaint to Chiron".
Nico's eyes widened.
All done! I'm surprised you've gotten this far. Even from writing, I feel like this fic will be one of my longest ever. Either way, I'm grateful that you took your time to look and read through these posts. It means a lot to me and writing these posts helps me to explore the world of fashion which I'm already obsessed with! That aside, what did you think of this week's designs? I'll admit, they definitely weren't my greatest but the stories was a joy to make (even if I only did make them on the spot). As always, I've stayed up late making this and tomorrow I'll probably look like a panda but this was surely worth it! Thanks again!
Goodnight, Child of Hades! Your story begins now, and it's up to you how you want to play it.
-Lots of Love,
Lilliana <3
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