#I'm an iris fiend

[silvios-doormat]

Here is part two of what perfumes I think the ikepri boys/men would like to wear (or at least what I think would suit them). I’m sure there are probably better fragrances, but my nose has unfortunately not been able to smell every perfume out there. All of this is based on my little pool of experience, so here it is :)

IRIS! Iris..... beautiful, elegant, powdery, clean. I’ve done Chevalier’s route enough times to know that he smells like roses, but listen, in an alternate universe where he DOESN’T always smell like roses, he’d smell like a very familiar light, powdery floral: iris. 

Iris is the best floral and obviously Chevalier deserves the best. L’Homme is iconic, it has this incredible softness from the iris but is still very clearly masculine, more so then Prada’s other iris fragrances like Infusion D’iris and Iris Cedre (which are also both woody iris scents). L’Homme, in my opinion at least, is one of the classiest fragrances made for men. This is something that exudes this air of power and strength, but isn’t loud about it, it’s subtle and delicate. It gently floats towards you and around you instead of aggressively yelling and punching you in the face. I keep talking about the lightness and softness of L’Homme because it is primarily a powdery floral, but it does definitely maintain the DNA of a masculine leaning fragrance. The cedar, patchouli, and pepper make it spicy and add that little bit of bite that it needs to give it depth and bring it back down to it’s woody accords. 

The last selling point for me is that it is a high quality perfume, both the projection and performance are spectacular. Chevalier is someone that can’t be bothered to waste his time on useless things, if he had to apply his perfume more than once throughout the day he wouldn’t bother with it. I wish I knew of a rose fragrance that has the same impact as this one, but until I find it L’Homme will continue to be Chevalier’s signature scent in my brain and in my heart.

Honourable mention: Nina Ricci L’Extase Rose Absolue

Marketed as a women’s fragrance, this is a smoky, smooth, red rose. Rose Absolue shares a lot of the same notes as L’Homme, notably cedar, patchouli, and pepper, but they don’t come across quite the same. Don’t get me wrong, Rose Absolue is gorgeous, but where I think it fails to surpass L’Homme is how much the base notes deepen the overall scent profile. The powdery rose is present, but the fullness of the vanilla and the smokiness of the incensey patchouli in the opening make it a little darker than I’d like for Chev. I could see this being an evening scent, and maybe even a sleep scent after the dry-down, but not much more than that for him.

[y-rhywbeth2]

Fun things I'm slapping on my Durge as I fully lean into the outsider (evil/fiend subtype) category and the concept that Durge is/used to be Bhaal because if the writing can try and tell me that Wyll Ravengard is an actual devil despite bringing in none of the themes or consequences of what that means, nor treating him mechanically as anything but a regular human with horns, then whatever the writing says on the matter of outsiders vs mortals is 100% meaningless and I can do what the fuck I want:

A silver allergy (but they're reacting to the silver itself, not the traces of other metals in the alloy) A trait devils and bhaalspawn have in common is their weakness to silver (a metal associated with good and purity and etc). While that technically refers to damage reduction when injured, I like the idea that it also causes supernatural allergic reactions and causes burning/itching and hives and stuff.

Weirdly dark veins Going off that thing where Bhaalspawn blood may be black and viscous - I won't go that far, but the idea that it's weirdly thick and sticky and darker in colour than it should be sounds fun.

Black eyes, possibly including the sclera. Because I've always loved that particular dream from BG1 where Bhaal manifests as a raven: "You drop your gaze back to the water so as not to see [your foster father's corpse]. The raven is gone, but your own image remains. Your eyes are black, like those of a bird. 'Like father, like child,' the reflection says." (Logically, the average raven technically has dark brown eyes and white sclera, it's just that the iris is so much bigger. Whatever.) There's also room for the glowing molten-lava flames-of-Gehenna type eyes, courtesy of the Ravager avatar, but I feel that might be a touch melodramatic. I like my subtle creepy.

The ability to grow facial hair despite mechanically being an elf The Ravager has a beard; I can only assume Bhaal had one if he's putting them on his avatars. Vel likely won't grow a beard, but he can have the occasional 5 o'clock shadow as a treat.

Pallor Just drawing inspiration from the Slayer, which was a walking corpse, the dude just looks perpetually dead/ill despite his apparent good health (technically the Slayer is described as "ivory white" I'm just going to note that down as a flowery way to say "looks like it doesn't have a functioning circulatory system")

Instinctual knowledge of specific languages. Sort of like dragons and draconic sorcerers are born knowing draconic, and devils abyssal. As basically a minor reincarnation of Bhaal, Durge instinctively knows Netherese and Infernal (Bhaalspawn seem to align closer to devils in nature than any other outsider). Because I can and I want to.

[lildevyl]

Did the Title Change?

Okay, I know I'm going crazy here. With the launch of the new comic and Lore of the Egos from JackSepticeye. I decided to go back and rewatch some of my favorite videos and theory videos from MatPat.

But like the title here says and I have to ask this because I know it's been over 5 years ago Mayhem (May 2018). Is it just me or did the title of the Video change?

The First Screen Shot is from MatPat's Filme Theory Jacksepticeye Must Be Stopped (Iris Project). Now, at first, I thought MatPat just got confused with the name of the title so I went back to see for myself.

The Second Screen Shot is literally from the capture of the actual video! My Multi-Fandom Fiends, did the title of this video change?

@isa-ghost, @lirulua, @fear-is-nameless, @tracobuttons

[zahri-melitor]

DC's Nuclear Winter Special #1 (2018)

I understand this to be a Santa-free zone, but when I stopped for a moment to consider skipping it I noticed it not only has Rip Hunter, but it has Superman One Million, so I am heading in out of fascination.

The Nuclear Winter Special - Rip Hunter. This is a very Mark Russell story, with all that implies. Using him for the frame story actually isn't the worst idea, as it spreads out the satire. It's on an 'Oogle' campus in the future and skewering tech bros.

Warmth - Batman 666 (groan). Why... why does Damian have a literal bat wing cape on top of his 666 coat? Why does DC persist with this potential future?

Also for the Lazarus Pit fiends (me among them) I note that Ra's has glowy green AND glowy red eyes during this story. Sigh.

Memory Hearth - Superman One Million. J'ONN!!!! THIS STORY INCLUDES DC ONE MILLION J'ONN!!! Okay that's the highlight of this entire issue right there. Also... 'Josh Johnstone' working on the Kent's farm as a handyman when Clark was little? I'm a sucker but that is ADORABLE, J'onn finding and spending time with the other alien on the planet.

Once and Future - Flash. This is Barry reminiscing on why being resurrected was a bad plan about how much he loves Iris and how they are separated by time and space and crises and villains destroying things.

Where the Light Cannot Reach - Aquaman. Arthur gets sent by some scientists to an abyssal trench to look for a radiation-eating microorganism to help with nuclear wasteland that is the earth and sea. He finds it and finds hope.

Last Daughters - Supergirl. Oh GOSH. Sometimes Tom Taylor really can write. In the nuclear wasteland, Kara finds Lucy, a two year old. Kara becomes her mother, and they spend the next two years travelling, until Kara can climb Mount Denali above the radioactive cloud. Kara gets up high enough to see sun, recharges, and then takes Lucy to the Fortress of Solitude, intending to put her in Clark's escape pod and re-enact the end of Krypton. But as Kara is placing Lucy inside, she remembers begging her own parents to come with her...and can't send Lucy alone. So they both squeeze in as Kara cannot abandon her child.

Last Christmas - Firestorm. In our post-apocalyptic world, Firestorm tracks down a nuclear power reading to a dead amusement park, and finds the Nuclear Family, whose power sources are all running down and who are celebrating a final Christmas together. He manages to help them run down at the same moment together (after they try to cause one last moment of destruction by feeding their remaining power to Firestorm to try and blow him up).

Northern Lights - Kamandi. This is a fascinating way to do the Hanukkah story, imo. It's a story of who you are and how your dead relatives guide you. (also it's Phillip Hester both on story and art, so I stared at the art for a while).

Nine Lives - Catwoman. It's Selina raising Holly Robinson's daughter Sophie in the apocalyptic future. (It does amuse me how many times Selina gets stuck looking after teenage girls over the years). Sophie is generous and gives away what they've stolen; Selina is pragmatic about keeping them alive.

Selina is preserving culture by stealing it to store; she goes off to stare at a Bast statue at the Gotham museum and stumbles onto a stockpile of rations at the same time. So she steals the rations, takes them back to Sophie, and tells her she can distribute them to others for Christmas (because Selina, at heart, is a soft touch).

The Birds of Christmas Past, Present and Future - Green Arrow. Ah yes, this story is reminding me why I tend to believe that Dinah has the worst taste in men (Ollie included), and so this is incredibly cathartic seeing Dinah having her own life and family that isn't just raising Ollie's kids. Go Dinah! This is not an apocalyptic future! You can be fond of and love Ollie and realise he's terrible for you!

[cheemken]

Not prev but you and that other anon are talking about ygo so I thought ygo pokemon au?👀

Anon you're on to smth here👀👀

Omf wait no that's dope tho cjxmdm

Anyways here's what I think their ace monsters would be lmfao and like, what summoning method they'd specialize in bc why not lmfaooo

Lance - he would use Blue Eyes White Dragon let's be real, Blue Eyes Alt is his ace and he'd specialize in Fusion summoning, he probs has all the Blue Eyes Fusion monsters too; well, that or Felgrand bc Divine Dragon Knight Felgrand lowkey fits him

Steven - he has the vibes that he knows how to Link summon so let's give him G Golem Invalid Dolmen as his ace

Wallace - lowkey I think he'd have a similar deck to Ryoga and Rio, tho I'm leaning more on Rio's deck bc it fits his vibes so his ace would be Ice Princess Zereort or Number 94: Crystalzero

Cynthia - I want her ace to be Draco Berserker of Tenyi idk it fits the vibes bc it's like Garchomp, really strong but one Ice Beam would probs kill it lmfao

Iris - okay I know she'd have a full Dragon deck I just know it and her ace would be Galaxy Eyes Photon Dragon. And ofc she's gonna be the main charac here and what yugioh mc hasn't gone through their bastardization arc amirite so she's also gonna have Number 62: Galaxy Eyes Prime Photon Dragon

Diantha - look w the pendant she has I want her to use Pendulum summoning okay she would, I want her to have both Abyss Actor and Solfachord decks, I picture her using Solfachord when out in public bc I see her as someone who'd be a dueltainer, and her ace in her Solfachord deck is ofc DoSolfachord Coolia. In her Abyss Actor deck she'd have Abyss Actor Superstar as her ace, and I picture her using this deck out of the public eye or maybe under a persona bc ofc, no one would expect the elegant shining actress of Kalos to use fiend type monsters, but she loves her Abyss Actors y'know, they're theatre kids like her lmfaooo

Hau - lowkey I see him having the Yosenju deck,, or like,, the Destiny Hero deck, but also the Elemental Hero deck fits him too. But I'm kinda leaning more on the Destiny Heroes one bc that deck plays heavily around the graveyard, and smth smth connection to Decidueye being a Ghost type and all that. Plus it'd be interesting ofc since like the Destiny Heroes deck are said to be based on vigilantes/anti heroes, and it'd be dope to see that while Hau is like, this really carefree guy, he has this side that's like, if you fuck around you're really gonna find out y'know what I'm saying hahah but yeah his ace is Destiny HERO Plasma and like, as a treat he'd also get Destiny HERO Dominance

Leon - okay this one I legit see him having the Odd Eyes deck, he'd also Pendulum summon, I want him and Dia to be dueltainers but Leon's really more on the entertaining side while Dia's there fucking everyone up w her Abyss Actors. It'd be dope too if he snaps he'd summon out Odd Eyes Raging Dragon, but yeah, his ace would be Odd Eyes Pendulum Dragon. Tho, normal Odd Eyes and then Odd Eyes Advance also low-key fits his vibes

Geeta - okay Geeta I'd wanna give her the Six Samurai deck, mainly bc of Kingambit,,, and yeah hahah it'd be dope ig bc apparently there wasn't much?? Abt the Six Samurais until they added Legendary Six Samurai Shi En, so yeah that's gonna be Geeta's ace monster hahah I wanna say she's have that and Shadow of the Six Samurai Shien

[liliallowed]

fiend or foe ch1: extraction route

"any ideas how we can beat that thing...?" they dangled their legs as they sat on a tree branch above.

"you're the one who used to have resets. you tell me." the hooded skeleton shrugged nonchalantly.

"well I did beat him but... it wasn't me. it was the souls... and they kinda... aren't on good terms with me anymore. so uhhh might need to come up with a different plan."

"can't imagine why." he chuckled.

"sans this is serious. I genuinely can't reset. doesn't that scare you? you can no longer count on me to undo everything." they flip on their feet as they cross their legs toghter around the branch and hang upside down face to face with the skeleton.

"it doesn't scare me as it should scare you. bold of you to assume I need you around." mismatched eye lights stare back at them from the black abyss of his hood.

they stay silent for a moment before bursting into laughter.

"sans. buddy. how long have we been doing this song and dance for? seven... eight years? don't tell me all those sleepless nights you waited for me to come back were a lie?" they hop down and look him straight in the face.

"we both know you're too deep in this mess with me to give up now. you owe it to every exp you take you hypocrite. you OWE IT TO THEM TO KILL ME AGAIN. you can't have me leave be can you? you won't be killing me now though. you still can't overpower SIX souls. they say it's better to trust the devil you know than one you don't~" they giggle as they trace the edge of their blade fondly.

"besides we both know we'll betray each other eventually so I'll give you a lifeline. I'm not asking for much. it's just a small gamble of souls. I imagine we'd be strong enough if you absorbed mine-" their words were cut off as they were slemmed into the ground with great force.

"so you can possess me? have yourself a shiney new puppet?"he looked down at them with his iconic grin. his blue iris barely giving off a faint red flame off his socket.

"pfffft. if I wanted your powers I would've just absorbed your soul not offered mine. what? scared I'll over power you and control your delusional mind? don't get ahead of yourself. I'm not at your mercy just because I've lost the reset."they paused.

"besides... if you refuse I'll just boot up another copy of this world and ask again till you agree. a coin won't always land on it head will it?"

he sighed letting their blue soul return to red. they quickly stood up smiling. "so you gonna do it? absorb my soul?"

"not falling for that." he rolled his eyelights, their dim red glow fading into white dots again.

they blew a raspberry. "coward. got any better ideas then?"

"yeah. something that I failed to use against you." he chuckled as he began to walk away.

"karma?" they followed close behind.

"the extractor." he smirked as he pulled them by the hand into the darkness... and in a brief flash, their footprint in the snow ended.

[kitkatt0430]

Iris West-Allen for the character ask game?

1: sexuality headcanon

Bi or pan

2: otp

Westhawne or Westhallen - while westallen did grow on me, I can't say I ever got over the feeling that Iris got together with Barry because she had everyone and their doppleganger telling her that she was destined for Barry and... not because she actually chose him for herself. Whereas Eddie? Saying screw destiny? She wanted that, enthusiastically so.

And, well, close the triangle!! Westhallen!!

3: brotp

When not shipping her with Barry, definitely brotp with Barry. But also Linda and Wally and Kamilla. She deserved more time with those three.

4: notp

Kamilla. I was so desperate for Iris to have a friend again that when she got one I shipped them platonically so hard that I just don't see Iris/Kamilla in a romantic way.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

Iris is a roller coaster fiend. She loves them so much, going so fast and all the ups and downs and upside downs and spins... so of course she loves it when Barry runs with her because it's such a similar experience.

6: favorite line from this character

I have a few different favorite lines, but... summing up why keeping her locked out of the loop was a terrible idea

Did you ever stop to think that looping me in would keep me safe? That if I knew what was out there that I could prepare for it? Maybe I could have helped you and Barry put the bad guys away instead of being in the way!

She deserved to call them out on that and I'm glad she got to.

7: one way in which I relate to this character

I've had people try to tell me that I'm obviously attracted to someone that I was not before and since I hadn't figured out I was aro yet I really wondered if they were right in telling me that. It was definitely a very confusing and upsetting experience. So everyone shoving Iris at Barry in S1 and her being confused and upset over it is something I very strongly related with.

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

not so much stuff that she does but the way people often treat her. There's very much a tendency towards other characters to treat her like they've got the right to make her decisions for her and it's super painful to watch when it happens

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

cinnamon roll ^_^

[irisintheafterglow]

iris!! how are you!! am here with some flowers and sparkles to brighten up the season!! ✨💐 i hope you’re having a wonderful weekend 🥺

and i am curious!! (again 🤭) if you were to receive/give a gift from/to your fave/s, what would it be!! 🥺

oh this is a fun question omg okok so

i'm a very quality time love language person but i also like smaller gifts that hold a lot of meaning. i'm a sucker for like subtle matching jewelry or hoodies. i've always wanted to match the howl's moving castle rings with someone like EHASKDFJKADLKJ it's so pretty and so sentimental and beautiful and aghashghgasdf i get all of my delulu from howl and sophie

but also i am a fiend for giving stupid gag gifts so i'd give satoru one of those yodeling pickles before actually giving him the real gift

[earnmysong]

⭐star⭐ 

thank you kindly for inquiring, my dear! because you gave me free rein, i'm going to talk about my beloved 'all those days...' series! i don't know if you've seen the film version of 'in the heights', but that thing ate my brain for basically an entire summer and still rests insanely close to the front of my favorites collection!

once i saw that v/usnavi canonically had an adorable mini human, my fandom heart demanded that the blanks be filled in!

for part one, 'who'd have thought that love could be so caffeinated', as a true caffeine/coffee fiend myself, i was stuck on the idea of v/usnavi still trying to keep this accessory to their connection part of the equation. the second scene was me wanting v to have the credentials to support her talent so she can always douse all future doubters! OH. of course the tide pen was required! there was no way i wasn't bringing that back. that detail in the movie murdered me! also, 'la reina linda' means 'the cute queen' in spanish.

for part two, 'what’s so amazing that keeps us stargazing (what do you think we might see)', i had this very clear image of a parallel between a blackout the night iris is born and the blackout we use on-screen, where v and usnavi were divided and hurt. i was so attached to the thought that i was convinced anything i put down wouldn't live up to my own expectations. however, thanks to the lovely @hell-comes-to-gotham, who enthusiastically requested my extended musings on the matter, i committed words to a page. miracle of miracles, i love(d) what i came up with! do i wish there were thousands more of said words? YES. i'm happy to report nothing feels forced when i reread, which i do - OFTEN - and is my greatest creative litmus test.

[caniasfire]

this is the first time in his life he compliments someone genuinely (it doesn't cross his mind to call it flirting because that concept has been twisted for him by devils and fiends), so to make sure he learns something from this he is going to keep track of his score. any interaction with another being could be graded, after all, and he had to make sure he knew if he got a good score or a bad score. he thinks his score will be positive.

one point. astarion likes the compliment to his hair. amay gives him a small chuckle at his exaggerated movements. he really does like just how expressive he is, he'll make a mental note to bring that up next time, though he's not sure how would he even phrase it. i like how you move your hands? i like how you move, in general?

two points. astarion likes the compliment about his eyes. yellow locks onto red, and amay tries his best not to look away. back in mephistar he'd stand his ground and glare back at whatever devil was looking down on him just to show he was not prey, but this feels different. the tension is different. the way astarion looks at him is different. he's not scared to move because the other might hurt him, he's scared to move because he might ruin the moment. amay's cheeks grow hotter as astarion leans in, and he wonders if he should lean in as well, but he stays put for now. it's not just that astarion's eyes are expressive but that they make amay feel . . . well, good. someone is looking at him so attentively, asking questions about him, saying nice things, and it can't be because he's trying to gain the favour of amay's patron because the party doesn't know who it is yet. he's looking at him. just him. the corner of his lips twitch into a small, embarrassed smile - it's barely there but it's way more genuine than the first one he had offered to astarion. he blinks rapidly as he feels something building at the back of his eyes, keeping it at bay.

then, amay gets a glimpse of something. as someone who grew up to be hyperaware of any slight shifts in the mood of the people around him to survive, it gets burnt into his brain, into his memory, before astarion masks it away. something changed in his smile, in his voice. minus ten points.

"i'm sorry. it was not my intention to call you old." he clenches his jaw, holding back the whirlwind of emotions inside him behind his usual stoic façade. there's rapid streaks of several shades of orange flashing across his eyes, a yellow glow pulsating ever so lightly around his iris as the vertical slit of his pupils grows thinner, the tiny particles around them trembling. the water he felt building up at the back of his eyes is replaced with a burning pain that spreads to his temples. "i am sure you can probably tell, but i don't know what i'm doing." why did he close the book? it will be too awkward to open it back again to avert his gaze by pretending to read, and he refuses to look at the fire, so he's stuck looking at astarion, punishing himself by noticing every single subtle change in the way the elf regards him. astarion says it's sweet, but it doesn't sound like it is. if it had been a few seconds ago he would've said it in a different way, one that made amay's heart feel bigger and beat faster. instead, it felt like there was barbed wire around his heart, pressing down slightly, shrinking around him with every breath he took.

what could he do to fix this? or was the conversation over? maybe he should leave. at least that's what astarion's body language was telling him to do. we're done here. he's honestly quite distressed he can't properly return the kindness astarion has shown him.

"speaking of swordplay," very natural, "maybe you could teach me how to use daggers sometime . . . ?" he knows his patron would be laughing now. raphael as well, probably. haarlep wouldn't never let him live this down. the texture under his hands feels different, and that's when he gets to tear his eyes off astarion. he looks down at the book in his lap, and when he moves one hand slightly he can see there's a thumb shaped hole in the leather-board cover of his book. he covers it back with his hand quickly, looking back up at the elf.

A smirk dances at the corner of his lips as Amay stumbles through his compliments, each one more genuine than the last. It’s endearing, really——watching the tiefling struggle to offer praise that, for once, doesn’t feel rehearsed or hollow. When Amay mentions his hair, Astarion can’t resist leaning into the playful nature of it, pretending to sweep a long, luxurious lock over his shoulder with an exaggerated motion, his eyes gleaming with amusement. ❛ Ah, yes, my curls, ❜ he says with mock vanity, ❛ they do have a life of their own, don’t they? ❜ His smirk widens as he lets his fingers trace a curl at his temple, playing up the pretense of self-admiration.

Then Amay mentions his eyes, and Astarion pauses for a beat, allowing his red gaze to lock onto the tiefling’s, lingering for just a moment too long. The firelight catches the crimson in his irises, making them glow like embers. ❛ Expressive, you say? ❜ he murmurs, his voice dropping a fraction as he leans in slightly, not enough to break the unspoken tension but just enough to make it known. ❛ I suppose that’s one way to describe them. ❜ He holds the gaze for a moment longer, watching how Amay reacts, enjoying the power that comes with being so closely observed.

But then the compliments take a turn, and suddenly, Astarion finds himself on less comfortable ground. Amay’s words about his laugh lines——about how they must mean he’s smiled often——strike a chord he hadn’t quite expected. For a split second, the playful mask slips, and something colder flickers in his expression before he can catch it.

Smiled? Laughed?

He almost wants to laugh at the irony. Two centuries of servitude, of endless nights spent suffering beneath Cazador’s cruelty, and here he is, being told he has laugh lines. How absurd. The thought sours his mood, and he quickly covers it with a quippy remark, forcing a grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

❛ Darling, I’m far too young for lines on my face, ❜ he teases, voice light but with a subtle edge. ❛ Though I appreciate the thought. ❜ It’s a lie, of course, or at least a partial one. But he’s not about to dive into that particular well of misery, not now. So instead, he leans back, folding his arms with casual grace, letting the fire’s warmth take the edge off his discomfort. ❛ Really, how sweet of you to notice. I’ll be sure to treasure that sentiment… somewhere. ❜ His tone is dry, deflecting the moment with a veneer of sarcasm, trying to guide the conversation back into safer, more familiar waters where wit and charm can shield him from anything deeper.

[jaredthebc]

N with 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️💖💛!!

Oooo good stuff

Orientation- I tend to see him as asexual homoromantic! (and also Aroflux for my projecting teehee)

Gender Alinement- I often see him as transmasc in fanon cause it makes me happy, though in terms of what makes sense for his backstory more so Non-Binary and Genderqueer, mainly He/They pronouns but fine with anything minus It/Its

Happy Headcanon!- I have a TON for this so I'm mostly going to just shoot some of my favorites real quick

He definitely stims by making Pokemon cries himself, just randomly you might hear them go "Twewewewew OOOOO"

A nature documentary fiend, often can nitpick details from his own memory while being amazed at how his friends can do what they do

Often borrows Reshiram/Zekrom from Hilbert, to the point they are basically his own Pokemon. Hilbert doesn't mind the slightest, he's glad that they can be at peace with them

He loves seeing and experiencing new things! Often with his friends but he also likes learning on his lonesome

And most importantly he LOVES running around in nature, it makes them feel so much more connected to the world, being able to be free after so many years of abuse and gaslighting. It means so much to him he can just, run like that

BroTP!- My favorite is N and Hilbert because SIBLING SIBLING SIBLING AAAAA I love them as siblings I could go on massive rants on how much these two mean to each other. N and Hilda are also very much siblings, though Hilda is much more chaotic and probably showed him Teen Titans Go to the Movies as his first film just for the chaos iguhtghuth. He's also very close with the Subway Bosses, Elesa, Alder (basically his new adopted dad), Iris (Other chaotic sibling), Nate and Rosa, and Cheren and Bianca (the last two I think are dating Hilbert and Hilda respectively and I keep thinking about him going to the two like "wow you are both such great friends :]" not knowing much about romance IUHFRUIHGRIGH)

[exilethegame]

Hey! Your game so far is amazing and I'm so in love with my Commander it's unreal! I was just wondering if you had any playlists or maybe just songs that you associate with the different commanders and/or the RO's? I was listening to Overcome by Laura Mvula and Nile Rodgers and it felt like such a good fit for my painted phoenix that I thought I'd take a chance and ask

*Clears throat and proceeds to rummage through all 97 of my playlists*

Worry not, anon. Music is my preferred drug.

As of now, there’s Vethna, ???, and Syfyn’s playlists on the Spotify which you can find here!

But, because I am a fiend for music, I went and found two songs per RO (some are on their playlists, but shh). The first is in reference to a relationship with MC, and the second is just a song that fits them. 

At the bottom are also two songs that I think fit The Commander in general!

Vethna 

Shelter by The XX

“I find shelter in this way, under cover, hideaway. Can you hear when I say, “I have never felt this way?” Maybe I had said something that was wrong. Can I make it better with the lights turned on?”

Bad Things by Cults

“Bad things happen to the people you love, and you’ll find yourself praying up to heaven above. But honestly, I’ve never had much sympathy, because those bad things, I always saw them coming for me. I’m gonna run, run away, and never come back.”

Nikke

You Know Me Too Well by Nothing But Thieves

“Filthy, impetuous soul, I wanna give it to you, oh, just to see what you do ‘cause I’m so drunk on you. Baby, you’re all that I want. I want you all to myself. Oh, but you know me too well.”

Little Bastards by Palaye Royal

“Sometimes, I’ve been losing my mind running out of faith. Lonely, I’ve been feeling lonely, put me in my place. So fuck you, I don’t even like you, sick of all the fake. No sleep, got another nosebleed, I can’t feel my face.”

Amilia 

Bloom by The Paper Kites

“When the evening pulls the sun down, and the day is almost through, oh, the whole world it is sleeping, but my world is you. Can I be close to you?”

Metaphors by The Crane Wives

“I’ve gotten good at leaning on metaphors. I’ve gotten good at living on someone else’s page. I cut my teeth on secondhand sentiments. You can’t trust a single thing I say.”

Sabir 

Clocks by Coldplay 

“And nothing else compares. Oh, nothing else compares. You are home. Home, where I wanted to go.”

Viva La Vida by Coldplay

“For some reason I can’t explain, once you go there was never, never an honest word, and that was when I ruled the world. It was the wicked and wild wind-- blew down the doors to let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums, people couldn’t believe what I’d become. Revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate, just a puppet on a lonely string-- oh, who would ever want to be king?”

Syfyn

Iris by Chris Lanzon 

“And I’d give up forever to touch you, ‘cause I know that you feel me somehow. You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be, and I don’t want to go home right now.”

Soldier by Fleurie

“Soldier keep on marching on, head down ‘till the work is done. Waiting on the morning sun, soldier keep on marching on. Head in the dust, feet in the fire, labour on that midnight wire. Listening for that angel choir, you got nowhere to run. You wanna take a drink of that promise land? You gotta wipe the dirt off your hands. Careful son, you got dreamers plans, but it gets hard to stand.”

???

Jealous Sea by Meg Myers

“And I don’t think I can stop the jealousy. When it runs, it runs like lightening through my teeth. I want you to tell me what to do. I want you to tell me what you need. When you look at me like you do...don’t leave, I just can’t get enough. Everything’s right, everything’s wrong, when you call my name.”

Virginia Woolf Underwater by Chelsea Wolfe

“Everything you’ve owned is gone. Everything you’ve known is wrong. Everyone you’ve loved has left. Everything you’ve touched is dead. Everyone you know is gone. Everything you’ve touched, gone wrong.”

The Commander 

Numb by Meg Myers

“When all is said and done: tell me how to write this, tell me how to fight this war. I’ll keep marching on, like a broken robot, money back guarantee. I’m in your custody, but I’m not a criminal, I can be your next big thing. Look at what I’v become. Silly little monster, should’ve just held my tongue.” 

Oh Beautiful Town by IAMX

“I grew up blind, just like everyone’s child, in the warmth of milk and deceit. Smothered by love and chemical dust, there was never enough to believe. They chewed me up, they spat me out, of their system and onto their street. And the rest of my life was a sprint to forget all the greatness that could never be.”

[shipersanonymous]

A Flash fan fiction ❤️

By ShipersAnonymous and Annasorayasmith

....

I remember.

I remember it all. In flashes of red. The agony. The betrayal. The sound of my heart breaking. The silence as they each forgot about me.

As they left me behind.

I remember. And I don't intend to forgive.

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Author's Note:

A-hoy there shippers!

So I've been biting my tongue to keep this in cause I'm terrible at keeping secrets! But it's finally here!

I can't tell you how over the moon I am at this collaboration with @annasorayasmith who trusted me enough with her thoughts and let me put them into words.

I've never done anything like this before and this story has so much it's a challenge to find out which angle is better suited to tell the story (their all so good!). I hope that together we can do the story justice and hope that you enjoy it!

We've mixed a little Godly mythology into this with a bit of romance, a lot of familial drama and a splash of angst! It's a Barry/Eobard fic but to my shippers out there don't worry West-Allen will still form apart of this wild mix!

To my lovely co-author, thank you a million times over for sharing your imagination with me and believing in my skills enough to let me copilot. I look forward to reaching our destination but I'm stoked for the journey we're embarking on!

All aboard!!!

XOXO

💜🖤

*************Cliffhanger Warning*************

Prologue

His chubby fingers curled over the bar of gold that formed part of the crib’s frame. With curious eyes, he lifted himself onto the tips of his toes and peered inside. A flushed face, wrinkled and topped with a thin sheet of glossy, auburn hair, rested soundly against the mattress. The creature looked so small and fragile, like if he reached in hard enough he could hold its head between his infantile hands and squeeze with enough pressure to make it burst.

He smiled at the malevolent thought. 

As if sensing his darkened intent, the babe’s lips trembled before a holler, loud and panicked pushed out of them.

Strong voice for such a tiny thing.

His mother came rushing in, the worry in her eye unmistakable, fuelling his hatred. She swooped the hollering child into her arms and pressed it against her bosom. With the honey milk voice she used to reserve just for him, a song echoed from her chest and ruffled the clouds that they called home. The love in each note pronounced. The admiration and affection clear in each word.

The lullaby breaking his heart.

He shuffled to his mother’s side with his head hung in sadness. With the gentleness mastered only by a child, he tugged at her skirt for attention.

“Ami?” he called, a name he’d lovingly kept from his days as a babbling infant learning to speak, but his call went unanswered. Her attention had been captured by the creature that now laid still in her embrace.

The embrace stolen from him.

“Ami?” he tried again and this time her gaze turned towards him, her body continued its gentle sway as she danced with the little god.

“Achilles, my sweet, hush a moment and let mama put Apollo to sleep.” she pleaded softly, the affection in her golden eyes shining through like the rays of the rising sun. He could never deny her a wish when she smiled at him so warmly. So he swallowed down his pride with hopes that his good behaviour would win her favour enough for him to keep her love. As she carried on singing and swaying, he diligently held on to her skirt.

His tiny palm began to sweat and he tightened his grip. His unripe muscles thumped with a dull ache and stiffness, yet little Achilles persisted.

He was too afraid to let go.

At last she replaced the child in its bed of gold and turned her full attention onto him. His heart beat hopeful that his determination had paid off and when she smiled down at him he reached out his arms, begging her to pick him up. Needing to be encapsulated by her warmth, reassured that he hadn’t lost her. Instead she knelt down before him and drew him in for a hug.

“My sweet, sweet Achilles. I’m afraid I no longer poses the strength to carry you like I used to. You’ve grown so much,” she says once they pull apart and her eyes sparkle with a gleam of sadness, coloured by a hint of maternal pride. But little Achilles, small as he was, failed to read the emotion on her face and simply attached meaning to her words.

Was he now too big because she had a smaller model to compare him too? Was she now too weak because her strength had been exhausted on the creature that lay fast asleep in his crib? Regardless of the reason, there was a single common thread in both explanations.

Apollo.

This fiend he had to call brother had stolen from him the one thing he treasured most. The one fortune the stars had granted him. The love of his mother. He could feel it in the core of his very being.

“Iris!” his father’s thunderous voice boomed from a distance and she turned her head towards the sound.

“In a minute my lord,” she called back.

“Your father is in need of me, I must make haste. I plead thee, Achilles, do not wake thy brother,” she asked and he nodded.

As a reward for his compliance he received a kiss on the forehead before his mother took her leave. He waited till he was truly alone and approached the sleeping babe. Peering into the cot once again, he was filled with a dark determination to see his beloved mother rid of the parasite that harmed her so. With no one there to bare witness his eyes flickered a deep red and the corners of his lips turned up into a grin that rid his childish face of all its innocence. The old woman had warned him that the child that grew within his mother would bring nothing but misery. If she was right about that she must have been right about his quest.

It was his destiny to save his Ami. To rid the heavens of the abomination that shared his father’s blood with him. To be a hero that only a son of Zeus could be. As the seed planted itself into his naïve little heart and took root, the red glow died out of his eyes but it did not disappear completely. It simply slumbered behind the hazel of his irises, awakening each time he laid eyes on his bother.

…

The red in his eyes glows brighter than ever before as Eobard, triumphantly gazes down at a semi-conscious Barry. The loud roar of thunder drowns out Barry’s pained whimpers but the grimace on his bloody and bruised features is enough to appease Thawne’s sadistic hunger for the time being.

The blood stained rain drops, drip from his fingers to pool at his feet where it joins the river of red streaming from Barry, whose breaths are shallow. Each inhale agonising as it vibrates through his shattered ribs. Each exhale bringing him closer to his end.

Barry’s vision is blurred from the swelling of his eyes and bloody rain that wets his lashes, and yet he can still make out the haunting red orbs that glow like demon flashlights.

“W-Why?” he manages to whisper, searching for closure. A reason for his sudden and unjustified demise. Eobard let’s out a spine chilling cackle that slices through the night air, bleeding into the symphony of the storm.

“Poor, unsuspecting fool,” he spits.

“So naïve!” he punctuates his point with a kick to Barry’s side. The young man groans out in pain, a soft, tortured sound as he is too weak to scream.

“So unaware…” another kick.

“…Of the gift you’ve been granted. The honour bestowed upon you. So unworthy of the blood of Zeus.” A sneer of disgust crosses his lips as he gazes down at the weak, trembling figure at his feet. The thought that he is somehow connected to the whimpering mess, shames him. It dulls the glory of the Godly name bestowed upon him.

“Your existence is a mistake! A universal miscalculation. An error bound to bring misery to who’s ever path you cross.” Eobard sneers as he takes the two steps needed to close the distance his kicks had opened between them. Barry simply lays on his back, barely conscious, his eyes closed, his mind flipping through his memories with Iris to help ease his physical pain.

Her smile. Her touch. The sweet smell of her skin. The softness of her lips. The feel of her hair between his fingers. The lively sparkle in her eyes.

“But I intend to fix that.” Thawne declares as he sinks down on one knee and violently grabs Barry by the collar. The brisk movement sends a shock wave of pain through the injured boy’s body and forces his eyes to open as much as the swelling will allow.

Fear slithers into his heart.

“It’s why I was born. My destiny. And believe me when I say….”

Thawne holds his free hand up for Barry to see and though his vision is still impaired, Barry hears the moment his hand begins to vibrate. It’s a gut twisting sound that creeps into his bones and paralyses him. He’s never heard it before but something in him recognises it as a bad omen.

Death is coming.

“… that I’m going to enjoy the honour of ending your worthless life.” An evil smile of satisfaction thins Thawne’s lips as the prospect of his victory gives him the last bit of strength he needs.

A bolt of lightning lights up the sky with the brilliance of stadium lights.

A thunder clap, deafening like the roar of a mighty lion, rattles the wet earth.

Thawne, oblivious to it all, begins to lower his deadly hand onto Barry’s chest.

[moonlit-imagines]

Ayyy I'm Kiwi. She/her, asexual but only attracted to men. A DC ship mayhaps? I'm super short and I dye my hair a bunch of colors (silver next week), I've got some heterochromia so the area around my pupils is green and the rest of my iris is blue. I'm an animal lover, and I adore physical affection. I seriously crave affection so much. Im a writer. Im a nap fiend and can and will nap at any opportunity. Super sarcastic and i tease to show affection. A first meeting or first date for scenario?

I ship you with Garfield Logan (DC)

You met Gar at a charity event for shelter animals. He stood out in the crowd, no doubt about it. Gar bumped into you while you were holding a pile of flyers and, well, you can guess the rest. The flyers flew, and this clumsy green-haired boy’s cheeks went red. He apologized profusely while scrambling to pick everything up. “I’m so sorry. Oh, God, that’s a lot of flyers. Is there any way I can make this up to you? Do you wanna grab some coffee after this is over. Oh, jeez.”

[abigailinc]

honestly i'm too lazy to go look but also i wanna ask u questions bc ily so any of the greek pantheon asks u haven't answered yet have a good night :*

casey u always know just what to say

Apollo: Do you have any talents?i dont have what any typical talents? like sports or good grades or anything you could get a job with But i am really good at knowing when im being lied to and i can read microexpressions and i can make small talk and pretend to like people in social settings like nobody’s business

Ares: What small thing makes you angry?i guess it’s not always small but pointless problems that could very easily be solved by the other person clearly communicating or not being stubborn irritate me to no end

Artemis: What are you hunting for in life?that money and also meaningful longterm emotional connections

Athena: What is/was your best school subject?english, always, i’m a grammar fiend and a stickler for spelling and a slut for good writing,

Demeter: Do you miss anyone?i’m coming to terms with it but yeah always

Dionysus: Do you drink alcohol? If so, what’s your beverage of choice?oh boy do i! and anything above 10% alcohol within 10 miles

Eros: How do you define your sexuality?hot people only

Gaia: Where’s your favorite place in the world?i wanna say i don’t really have one, it’s more like my favorite way to feel when i go anywhere like i’m at home wherever i am because i’m me and it’s good and it’s so inexplicable but it makes me feel full

Hades: Have you ever had a near-death experience?yeah in ur moms 🅱️ussy(jk yes i have and we Don’t Talk About It)

Hecate: What do you think of magic?i think it’s fucking Lit and something to be respected even if you don’t 100% believe in it (hey white people stop fucking around with ouija boards)

Hephaestus: What’s the coolest thing you’ve ever made or built?i have a string of lights i arranged really well above my bed and they’re really pretty and calming

Hera: Are you the jealous type?hmm. sometimes? i don’t get jealous of people’s possessions because if i want something enough i can get it but sometimes i get jealous of people’s attention but only very specific people

Hermes: Have you ever stolen anything?i own over $400 dollars worth of makeup and at least $800 worth of clothes. do you really think i paid for any of it

Hyperion: Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?depends on what mood i’m in. sunrises are calming; sunsets are exciting

Hypnos: What was your most recent dream about?screaming into a corpse’s teeth to reanimate it (it was one of the weirder ones)

Iris: What’s your favorite color palate?uhhh probably some soft blues and greens

Nemesis: What’s a time you helped deliver justice?every single time i have ever stopped a creepy guy from being creepy to either myself or a girl/person i see bein creeped on

Nike: What’s your most recent accomplishment?i’ve started eating full meals again!

Pan: What do you do for fun?hmmm im listening to music constantly, i love the internet (the band and the invention), i love viddy games (platformers and rpg’s usually), i love reading and painting, i love memes, i love my friends, i lo

Persephone: What’s your favorite season of the year?it changes based on the year? two years ago it was summer, last year it was spring, this year isnt over yet so idk but im having a feeling its gonna be fall

Poseidon: What’s your favorite sea creature?those fuckin weird ones that live at the very bottom that have shit growing out of their noses and like 20 feet

Rhea: What’s your favorite type of nature?this is rly vague but okay listen. i have this thing that i do where im constantly picking dandelions (both the yellow ones and the kind that u blow and wish on) and with the yellow ones i put them in people’s mailboxes or on their car windshields and stuff like that, and u know im all about making those wishes son

Selene: What’s your favorite phase of the moon?the new moon is fucking powerful as hell dude but i love me a perfect crescent

Tartarus: What’s your personal hell?being nearly drowned or suffocated and then brought back to life times infinity orrr being alone forever probably

Thanatos: Is there anyone you just really, really hate?nah man i used to genuinely despise my mother and if i had the chance to kill her today if im being honest id probably take it but like…i dont actively hate her anymore because grudges are so toxic for whoever is holding them and im out here trying 2 be the best me i can be