#and took her revenge

[dogstarblues]

im reading a romance fantasy revenge webcomic that reads literally like an Iris Johanssen romantic thriller i read when i was 15 and im living for it

[princessjadyn15]

EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LOOK

ITS OUR GIRL MONA LISA

[transneilyoung]

upsetting photo my friend posted to twitter

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

i wonder how yuzuha dealt with hakkai's death. poor hakkai didn't desevre to be betrayed and killed.

So there's nothing in the canon that tells us what happened to Yuzuha in that timeline and no hints as to what I'm about to suggest. But I always like to imagine her as taking revenge and getting justice on behalf of Hakkai. She becomes someone who works against toman and tries to take them down because of what happened to her brother. We know she would do anything to protect Hakkai but in this timeline she failed. It would've been cool to see her team up with Naoto at some point too, both of them losing their siblings and working to take down the gang responsible. But since Naoto ultimately dies here too, that doesn't happen. But I still like to think of her as taking on a role similar to Kazutora's in the bad toman timeline.

[miracles-and-butterflies]

Antonio: What is an MBTI?

Luisa: It is a personality test.

Mirabel: What? Another one? The weird number one wasn’t enough?

Luisa: Yeah, but this one has fun little avatars, hermanita. And it’s much better. *showing Mirabel her phone* See? Here are all the different ones! We should all take this test later!

Camilo: I already have! Mine is ENFP! I saw it on Tik Tok a while ago.

Isabela: Same, Lola and I did it together. I’m an E… something something something. Fuck, I forgot how horrible I was with letters! Let me log into my account real quick.

Camilo: Okay, while she’s doing that, why don’t you tell us what you are, sis?

Dolores: No. I will remain a complete mystery. I tell every person a completely different answer. None of you idiots will ever know what I truly am. That way you will never be able to understand me and won’t be able to use it against me. It gives me knowledge and power over you—

Mirabel: Introvert, sensing, thinking and judging.

Dolores: HOW THE FUCK DID YOU KNOW?

Mirabel: I picked the description that fit you best. It’s not rocket science, prima.

Antonio: Wow, Mirabel! Your one must be a really smart one!

Dolores:

Camilo, patting her shoulder: It’s okay, sis, I couldn’t find any results for how to prank and gaslight an ISTJ anyways.

Isabela: I did

Camilo: SEND ME THE LINK

[the-insouciant-scientist]

Next up for the character sheets is Caoimhe! (template by @t6fs!!)

[gingermintpepper]

hey I hope you’re doing ok!! For the ask game, 🌈? Also perhaps ☔️?💧, even?

Hello hello, thank you for participating ☆ Once again, I can't comment on whether or not this extract is particularly fluffy but I do think it's rather sweet and it's definitely romantic so I think it's good for filling out both 🌈 and 💧!! It's an extract from what I've tentatively dubbed my 'Women and Apollo' doc which is essentially just a big running document I have dedicated to exploring themes and dynamics between Apollo and the women he's been entangled with! This extract in particular is from my Melia section 🥰

The night is a cold sheet spread across her shoulders. She wakes in pieces; first, her flesh, bracketed between the raw heat of Phoebus' bare chest and the sharp sting of the night air's fangs, then her mind, pleasure's fleeting haze quickly swept aside by panic then worry then guilt. What would Kaanthos say if he could see her now, bare breasted and stained in a male-god's desire? What would Father? No doubt she would have to cede the seat of the temple to Kaanthos. How could a carnal woman serve the people after all? And her river - oh, her sweet river! Would his waters even deign to soothe her scales when she was so completely drenched in the scent of a sky-god?

How foolish she's been, throwing everything away just because of some sweet words and a pretty face. Maybe Kaanthos truly did deserve the temple after all. Maybe Melia didn't deserve such a treasure if she was so easily seduced.

She sniffles softly, slipping gently from Phoebus' loose grip. His heat wafts off his skin like the warmth of a well-tended hearth, it lingers in her bones as she kneels in the grass of this unfamiliar field. It makes the sear of shame dig that much deeper into her heart. Phoebus had listened well to her warnings. He'd carried her someplace far away from flowing water, somewhere distant where her brother's scrying eyes could not reach. The tears welling in her eyes finally fall as she turns this way and that, utterly and completely lost without a source of water to follow. How could she return now? Even she was not bold enough to have the man she planned to reject take her back to her father's house.

Stupid girl. Foolish. How could she have been so short sighted?

"Melia?"

His voice is laden with sleep's husk, his arm makes little grabs at the grass searching for her shape. She swallows her tears and bids her voice to not betray her, "Here I am, my lord. You may go back to sleep."

The mildest furrow of his brow. When he turns his head, his hair flows like rich golden oil over the dark grass, "Come here," his hand keeps searching for hers, patting the ground, dragging long fingers over the dirt and frowning when he does not find her. "It is not yet morning, why have you fled so far from my side?"

Melia cannot help but laugh at his visage, clumsy and squinty-eyed, less the graceful gentleman who promised her a taste of change and more a bumbling kitten desperate for its mother's teat. She wipes her tears as quickly as she can muster, "If you but open your eyes, I'm certain you would find me."

He makes a grumbling noise, some cross between a boar's grunt and the crow's deep bellow, "Is this another of your games? I'm much too tired for games Melia." Finally, his finger grazes the edge of her ankle and like a child, he lights up, eyes still stubbornly closed but smile positively radiant, "Ah, there you are!" Diligently, he traces the shape of her leg with his open palm, measuring the smoothness of her calf, the swell of her knee, the broadness of her thigh, then he lays his head upon her, cheek pressed close to her stomach, heated back like warm coals against her skin. "So cool," he murmurs and kisses her stomach, throws his arm around her waist and nuzzles further into her skin, "Tell me when you've need of the water -" a dreadfully wide yawn interrupts him. "- I'll fetch it for you."

Melia finds herself laughing again, just a tiny thing as she runs her fingers through the thick waves of his hair. What is she to do now?

As for a fic idea I'd like to talk about since I don't know if I'll ever write it: Among the many, many, many things I'd like to write but probably never will, I really wish I could just sit down and write a story about Tenes and Hemithea. There's a lot of reasons why I have no plans to ever properly tackle anything regarding the Iliad - chief of which being that there's just too much information and the amount of research would be insane - but a lot of what I would potentially focus on have to deal with people and places Apollo loves and his inability to protect those things throughout the conflict starting with Tenes. I absolutely adore exploring Apollo's paternity in my writing and considering how fiersome Tenes was and how both he and Troilus would die protecting their sisters, I've just always wanted to dig into an exploration of their lives and connection with their father and how Tenes' death specifically would've affected Apollo. Like yeah, I know Troilus is usually the point of focus for such works especially because of the manner in which he was killed, but Tenes was also beloved! Also considering he was originally punished for being falsely accused of sexually assaulting his stepmother, I can't help but want to write his wrath when he realises what it is Achilles intends to do to Hemithea. Alas though, I don't think I'l ever get to do more than think longingly about it, at least right now lmao.

[veveisveryuncool]

sucker for big sister sailor dee and baby brother bandana who had a Tragic Sibling Fallout during revenge of meta knight (who later reunited because i can't handle angst)

[apollostrials]

was having a good day and then i remember btvs acted like a black man was in the wrong for wanting revenge for his mother’s death caused by a white man and for wanting this white man in question dead. then the narrative proceeds to shift the blame on the woman and paint her as a bad mother for leaving his son to protect the world. season 7 was wild for many reasons this once included.

[outism-had-a-purpose]

If Ishmael gets to kill the 'bastard' in her canto and finally gets the catharsis she needs, wouldn't it be kinda symbolic if she cuts off her hair to symbolize her letting go of the weight of avenging/looking for her crew.

Honestly I'm just writing this because I want to see Ryoshu pulling out her odachi and going "BBG, IGY" when Ishmael throws the idea of cutting her hair around after canto v

[even-michael]

me: *taking off my MCR hoodie* my dad: “how will anyone know you like MCR now” me: *reveals an MCR shirt underneath*

[marciliedonato]

rip yoru you would have loved seven devils by Florence + the machine

[perilegs]

bg3 + an unfortunate sims 2 attempt

[pumpkingeorge]

[sweetandglovelyart]

It’s a little bit late for Valentine’s Day but here’s the reveal of my cursed Kirby crack ship as promised: it’s Dyna Blade/Captain Vul and I envision their relationship dynamic as being like Donkey and Dragon’s relationship dynamic in the Shrek movies.

[thatsforaiitime]

been mourning subscorp for months

the day it was revealed that subscorp in the new timeline were bi han and kuai liang i havent been okay since