#this update left me emotionally scarred

[bunnyspine]

‼️Potential spoiler warning‼️

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I'm waaay too emotionally attached to these puppets

I'm not crying over puppets ☹️ you are!!!!!

Also I made this

[readychilledwine]

Training Tensions

A second part of Early Mornings (link in masterlist and coming soon) in a way. Showing the beginning of the mateship/courting between Cassian, our illyrian oc (who now has a name), and Nesta. But with a plot twist so I have an excuse for something that may get posted later.

Summary - Nesta can't help falling harder and harder for Irelina. They've been ignoring it for months now, but the dam has to break at some point

Warnings - fxmxf threesome inferred, oral, mentions of a trouple/poly-relationships, husband encouraging someone else to bang his wife (because Cassian is a king), mentions of impact play, wing play, oh and some actually emotionally stuff. It's NSFW but not as spicy as I've been known to post

A/N - I hadn't intended to add to Early Morning much, but when I'm in a writers block, my mind goes back to her, Nesta, and Cassian, and the emotional bond between her and Nesta. So you may occasionally see pieces of them sprinkled between other updates.

"He's just selfish!" Nesta landed another harsh punch that had Irelina smiling with pride inside despite the stinging in her hands growing. "He just thinks he knows everything," another sharp punch landed on her pad. "And for being able to get into people's heads, he understands nothing." 

The final blow caught her off guard. Nesta pulled a move the young female watched her use while she was sparring with Cassian. A faked right into a left into the stomach. Nesta gasped as she doubled over. Eyes wide in shock as she began to cough. 

"I'm so sorry!" Nesta was at her side, a hand gently touching her back. "I-"

"Don't apologize," she wheezed out. She placed her hands on her knees, taking deep breaths through her nose as Cassian ran over.

"What happened?" Nesta backed away, only for Irelina to reach for her hand and hold her there. Electricity shooting through her at the contact.

"She's a visual learner," is all she said. "She took a fake shot on me and it worked because we had hardly even discussed that yet. I'm so proud of you, Ness."

Nesta's face slightly flushed with the praise before she buried it away. 

-

Training the next day involved her and Nesta in meditation. Focusing on their inner self. "I can feel how unsettled you are. Talk to me." It was a gentle invitation. One Nesta took immediately.

"I just do not understand how you all sat there and did not tell Feyre she would die."

Nesta watched her eyes open. "There was not a single day that went by since I found out that I did not want to tell her. Trust me." Irelina paused, looking towards where Cassian and Azriel were sparring. "It just was not my place. I do agree it was not handled properly, though."

Nesta's mind froze, unprepared to have her feelings validated. "You don't think I'm wrong?"

She shook her head at Nesta, eyes closed again. "I think Rhysand, my dearest brother, should have included his mate and wife in decision making regarding their babe and her body. I feel HE should have told her right away and included her in the search to find solutions."

She opened her eyes, finally looking at Nesta with that gaze that reminded the younger female of molten honey. "I do not think you told her from a place of genuine concern and love, though. That is the only thing I do not believe was handled correctly on your end."

Nesta sook her head. "I do love her, it was concern."

"It is not your love I question, Ness. It's your intention. In your heart, yes, you meant well. In your subconscious, no." Nesta studied the illyrian female, her beautiful face and scarred wings. "I think you are grieving so deeply, Nesta, your heart has begun to be poisoned. You are blinded by your rage and hurt. I understand that heartache." 

"We failed you," she continued. "We failed you, and Elain, multiple times. We failed you when you were forced into that Cauldron, we failed you when you were recovering, we failed you when your father died, and we failed you after the war."

Nesta felt her heart swelling, her eyes beginning to water. She had longed to hear those exact words for nights now.

"I failed you," Irelina said softly. "I failed you when I allowed you to go down the same pathway I did of numbing yourself through booze and sex. I failed you when I wasn't there every day and night holding you. I failed you, and I will never be able to make up for it."

She held her hand to Nesta, then gently laced their fingers together. "Everything you are feeling, little dove, every piece of anger, of longing, of sadness, of self doubt, of absolute burning sheer rage, you are valid in those feelings. You are allowed to feel those feelings." She brought Nesta's hand to her lips, kissing the top of it gently, "it's how we move forward in how you process those feelings, how you let them free, that makes the difference in your soul's peace or turmoil."

-

Nesta was awake before her. Before Azriel and Cassian. Eyes locked in the fire burning in the hearth. Her dreams were haunted by Irelina, but not the way her nightmares had plagued her. 

They were haunted by gentle touches, soft whispered words of love, support, and encouragement. 

They were haunted by memories of the two of them, when Rhys would allow her off her leash and the two of them would spend time reading, finger tips running up and down her arm as Irelina jotted down notes for reports or flipped her horror novel behind her. 

Nesta jumped when soft hands found her waist, a kiss placed on her temple. "Why are you up so early, dove?" She shivered at the sound of her voice laced in sleep. "Want breakfast or coffee? I can steal some tea from Azriel too?"

Nesta's mind flashed to the last time they had breakfast alone, to when Irelina served her coffee and the fluffiest pancakes she had ever had. Nesta had hardly been able to control herself around Irelina and Cassian for weeks after that, but her  rage towards Cassian helped. Her jealousy of hearing him make his wife a begging mess helped. 

"I was wondering if we could not train today?" Nesta asked quietly. "Just take a day to relax, you and me?"

"I'd have to ask Azriel," she said. "But I will work something out with him. Did you want breakfast?"

-

Azriel had not let Nesta out of training. Following his orders to a t, much to both of the females disappointment.

Nesta and Irelina were sparring basic hand to hand and currently locked together. It didn't take her but a spare second to take Nesta to the ground, straddling her hips and pinning her hands above her head. 

Nesta's chest was heaving, her eyes wide and mouth parted slightly.  Irelina's brows scrunched together at the same time Cassian gripped his chest over his heart and Azriel's shoulder. 

She was off Nesta in an instant, moving through the House of Wind as Nesta ran after her. 

She locked herself into the bathroom of her and Cassian's room, sinking against the wall. Nesta jiggled the door handle forehead against the cool wood, "Irelina, let me in." She knocked softly. "Talk to me, please. I know you're scared. I was scared when I felt it too, but you've made me feel so safe, please."

She heard Cassian's footsteps. "Lark? Baby, what's wrong?" Irelin didn't answer. Sitting with her head against the wall, a new silver thread gleaming next to a golden one. She tugged them both before closing the bond down. 

Cassian knew the message, placing a hand around Nesta's shoulders as he saw that pretty silver string too. "Give her a little bit, dove. She's shocked."

"You knew?" Cassian nodded at her question.

"Of course, dove. I knew the second I laid eyes on you in that manor you were mine, ours." Lark and dove, Nesta noted immediately. His little birds. The thought spread warmth through her body. The thought of being his. Of being Irelina's. Of being theirs.

-

Irelina skipped dinner, punching her feelings into one of the spare bags into the early hours of night. 

Nesta could feel her confusion, her excitement, her pain radiating through her hands. 

Cassian and Azriel had left for the evening claiming there was an emergency in Windhaven, and telling Nesta to behave herself while they were gone. Nesta closed her book, walking to the training grounds and sitting to watch Irelina.

She was covered in sweat, muscles and breasts shining in the light of the full moon. She struck the punching bag quick, precise, and repeatedly. She was wearing nothing more than a tight pair of leggings and a bra built for training. Her dark hair was messily braided back with a few pieces framing her high cheekbones. 

Nesta felt her eyes trapped on the muscles flexing in her thighs and arms.  Irelina paused, her head turning to Nesta. She shook whatever thoughts were running through her mind off and went back to beating the punching bag. 

The loud flapping of wings and a soft thud next to Nesta ripped her from the inappropriate place her mind was going. 

"She likes to bathe after doing this," it was an emotionless purr that made Nesta growl. "She likes lilac oils and red wine. Plenty of bubbles."

Nesta glared towards Rhysand. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because Cassian asked me to ensure you took care of her tonight since he won't be here to do it himself. It is your duty, after all, as her mate." Rhysand took off again, flying back to the home he and Feyre were staying in. 

Her mate. The words replayed over and over again like a crescendo in a symphony. Her mate.

-

Nesta prepared a bath for her, pouring the scented oil and wine for both of them, and waited. Irelia froze at the door, already wrapped in a towel. 

Nesta took a step back from the bath, sitting in the vanity chair. "I thought you needed something to help you relax. You don't seem okay lately."

She nodded. "Thank you." She moved toward the tub, stepping shamelessly out of the towel and into the warm water. Nesta was reading her romance novel while Irelina bathed. Her eyes locked on the sultry scene being painted for her between the two female love interests. Her thighs began to squeeze together occasionally, begging for friction. 

Her eyes began to flick to the naked illyrian female. Her breasts were peeking above the water, bubbles hiding the toned body and curves below. 

Nesta was desperate to touch her. To kiss her. To have her. "Your back looks sore," she stated. "Do you want me to come rub it?" 

The scent in the air changed immediately. The lilac oil mixing with something slightly musky. "If you'd like to?"

Nesta swallowed that bit of fear in her bones, moving to the tub behind her and sitting with her legs in the warm water.

The steam in the room was thick as if it was adding to the tension between the two females. Nesta moved her wet dark hair over one shoulder and began rubbing her shoulders.  A soft moan had Nesta almost pausing before moving lower. "Cassian needs to give you a massage," Nesta joked.

"He tries," she laughed out. "He really does. But he gets distracted."

"I can see how." The words came out before Nesta could stop them. They hung in the air like magic. Lingering in their effect on both of them. Irelina turned between Nesta's legs, wet hands trailing her bare right calf. 

"You can't say things like that, Nesta. Our self control with you is already low." She lifted Nesta's long left leg over her shoulder and trailed a few testing kisses up her calf. "There's so many things I long to do to you, Nesta."

The oldest Archeron sister's face had flushed. She pulled her dress up further exposing her legs, then her stomach, then her breasts until it was off and they were both laid bare to each other. "Show me," Nesta whispered. "Show me what you want to do to me."

So Irelina did.

-

Cassian could smell sex in his room the second the door opened. He knew one scent immediately. Pomegranate and currants, his wife. The other a vanilla spicy musk with touches of amber. 

A familiar moan had him hard instantly as he moved mindlessly to the bathroom door. 

The sight behind that door was heaven. Nesta had his mate laid out on the tile bathroom floor, her back arched as her hands tangled in Nesta's freed long hair. 

Nesta had her head between his mate's thighs, tongue and mouth working her timidly but encouraged by each hair pull and breathy gasp. "Like that, Ness, please, fuck." 

Cassian moved the chair Nesta had previously been in, drinking the wine that was opened straight from the bottle. Nesta looked up, seeing him and pausing, ripping a pleading whine to leave his wife's throat. 

"Don't stop on my account," his voice was deep, laced with arousal as he watched Nesta. "Keep going, Ness. Unless you need me to show you how to make that pretty bird sing?"

Nesta's eyes grew dark at the offer. At the thought of learning how to draw the same noises from Irelina the way Cassian did. He smirked, moving to Nesta. He took one of his wife's beautiful legs, placing it over Nesta's shoulder, similar to how she had pulled Nesta apart earlier. "Do to her exactly what you want done to you, Ness." 

So she did, sucking her clit into her mouth and licking that bundle of nerves. 

"Fuck. Please?" Moans turned into whimpers as Irelina pulled Nesta's face further into her heat.

Cassian ran a long finger down Nesta's spine, feeling every bump and ridge. Memorizing every building muscle. Nesta hummed under his touch, sending vibration through his wife causing another crying moan. "Is this okay, Nesta?" She whined in response, arching up for Cassian. "What a beautiful little thing you are, sweetheart. We've wanted you for so long."

"So long," his mate moaned and confirmed. 

-

Nesta woke up between two warm bodies, two sets of wings caging her in like weighted blankets of protection. She turned to her side and traced Irelia's Face and played with her lashes causing the other female to wrinkle her nose and pull her closer. "Did we hurt you?" Nesta shook her head at the sleepy tone from the other female. "This doesn't have to change anything between us, Ness. We can still just cuddle, read, and be friends."

Nesta swallowed thickly. "And if I want more? If I'm ready for more?"

"Then we're more," she whispered. "But he is part of the deal, so you two will need to work on your…. Current relationship." 

"I don't know how."

She ran a hand through Nesta's hair. "Let him train you with me. Stop pushing him away. Talk to him. Cassian can be rough, but once those walls you two seem to fortify around each other melt and bend, you're both these soft creatures needing love and validation. Gentle understanding."

She pulled Nesta to her, kissing her lips softly. Nesta rolled them over carefully, a hand going to Irelia's Delicate wing, making her arch her back. 

"Oh?" Nesta rose a brow. "I thought Feyre was kidding." 

Irelia shook her head quickly. "Pretty serious. Watch." She watched as Irelina danced long limber fingers on the ridge of Cassian's wing. "Get on top of him. Take what's yours, dove. I know you want him back inside of you." She tugged that string, making Nesta gasp. "Shall we turn him to putty?"

Cassian woke up to Nesta on his already hard cock, riding as she kissing Irelina, whose pretty dripping cunt was just in reach of his happily awaiting tongue.

-

Azriel sat with his hands folded at the table as the three of them emerged one by one. The scent of it was overwhelming. The ridiculously pungent bond. The heavy scent of sex.

He rose a brow at Irelina, knowing the female would tell him everything shamelessly to draw jealousy out of him.. "Anything happen while we were gone? Anything I as Nesta's babysitter need to know about."

She rolled her eyes at him, forcing Nesta into her normal seat next to Cassian and taking the spot next to Azriel. 

"You can join us next time if it makes you feel better, Spymaster." Cassian and Nesta's eyes both lit up. "Maybe I'll even let you beat me with a cane or hang me from the ceiling."

Nesta noticed how that immediately got Azriel's attention. His scarred hand flying to Irelina's neck. "You know better than to tease me, little bat." Azriel smirked at the shock on Nesta's face. "Welcome to the throuple, Ness. Excuse me while I go remind this pretty little thing who is actually in charge between the 3 of us." He took Irelina by her neck back up the stairs, whispering in her ear as he moved with her.

Cassian leaned back with a smirk. "Welcome, dove. Might want to start mentally preparing for that one."

[carterstarlight25]

Hi everyone! So I been thinking hard on a rather unique 3way crossover that I been considering about writing. Please feel free to give me your input.

The 3 way crossover consist of DC x DP x Halo Infinite. With the ships being Jason and Danny (Obviously). Master Chief and Bruce as the second ship to be included. And Tim Simping for Katrina. (Cortana 2.0 from Infinite)

I see these possible dynamics being cute as Chief will learn how to be human, and how to love. Him and Team Phantom Finding Family. Also I don't mean the bull Chief pulled in the god awful Halo TV Show!

Bruce will learn that killing isn't an act of God. It isn't you kill once, and become a mindless murderer. That there is a difference, between a Soldier doing his duty to protect humanity and his loved ones. And a mindless killer, enjoying the horror of its victims as the bleed out with please for mercy. Effectively stealing their innocent lives... Oh also learn to not be as emotionally constipated after Katrina effectively out smarts him into a therapy session with Jazz Nightingale. (Last name changed after she saved Danny from the their parents lab…)

Danny will learn what it means to be apart of a family. And how screwed the GIW are.~

Jason, finds out he’s ghost pregnant and a heavy underdeveloped Halfa. All while the Pit becomes a full ghost that he ends up birthing. Which is gonna be a Dinosaur that will be Jason’s “Nightmare.” To his Fright Knight. (I am really wanting to go for Altispinax, or Spinax Vivosaur from Fossil Fighters series. But idk, might just use the Giga from Jurassic World Dominion. Just to change it up from what I seen people have the Pits become.

How Chief comes into the story however, would be introduced via Clockwork leaving a very obviously placed Halo Infinite Xbox Game case with a unmarked disc inside it. In an Alley Danny was taking refuge in. With a sticky note of course. And a few chapters in, when he was alone in Wayne Manor decided to play the game. And by Play. I mean go ghost and jump into the game. But of course. With his Fabulous Phantom Luck (trademark pending.) A new power began to make itself known as the code latched on him on his way out. Bringing Master Chief and Katrina to life in the real world, with all his memories and Katrina with the entire UNSC Database.)

While that’s how I plan to bring in Chief and Co. the main gist of this will be an all out battle, to destroy the GIW. Outlaws, Sirens, Chief and the entire Batfam Team up.

Despite the JL repealing the Anti Ecto Acts. A few Private donors continue to find them to get their hands on Ectoplasm. The League of Assassin’s, Lex Luthor. And of Course Vlad Masters will be the main villains connected to the GIW.

I can see Jason and Chief getting along like wildfire. And when Bruce finds out Jason is one leading the squad his kids, trying to get them to go on a date with Master Chief. It leads to some funny moments I would think. And of course can’t forget Chief reluctantly surprise appearance in Civies at one of Bruce’s Gala’s. (I kinda wanna make him wear Olive Green suit and dress pants. Black Bow Tie with a white under suit. Black belt. And an Olive Green Military Cap to hide his Neural Implant. Maybe having all his Medals from the service pinned to his chest. At least the ones that match ones in this universe. So not all of them obviously.

And Jason would absolutely catch his father freeze up when he sees the handsome Spartan.

For looks regarding Chief’s face since we don’t know what he looks like. I was thinking Caucasian Male, short brown hair that could be the right height to spike it up at least. Not a complete buzz cut. Rather bright blue eyes. That do not glow like Danny’s. But at least around that color. Of course he will have some scars on his left Temple, his lip and across his right eye. Freckles too. His muscle mass would of course be a bit more built then Jason. Which says something. But, you know. Super Soldier and all. (Update: I did in-fact Draw it ^^. If you want to see. Let me know if you wanna see Master Chief in a suit at the Gala ^^)

The Ages I was gonna go for was as follows.

Alfred: Immortal (Thanks Clockwork!)

John (Master Chief): 46yrs (I know it’s not his cannon Age. But it’s what I want for the story.)

Bruce: 45yrs

Barbara: 29yrs

Dick: 26yrs

Jazz: 21yrs

Jason: 21yrs

Cass: 20yrs

Sam: 20yrs

Danny: 19yrs

Duke: 19yrs

Steph: 19yrs

Tucker: 19yrs

Val: 19yrs

Tim: 18yrs

Ellie: 14yrs

Damien: 12yrs

Katrina: 6 months old

And that’s the little Fanfic I been thinking about. Of course it’s just an idea. but I think it would be fun to write.

[hearts--stars]

There’s like 4 days left until the poll ends (Design showcase). In the mean time, I’ll introduce my version of Poli!

Paulie (Poli)

The name’s Paulie, people usually call me Poli for short. I am the leader of Broomstown Rescue Team, ready to assist anyone in need. If trouble is in your hands, I’ll be there.

Head cannons ⭐️

(TW: Scars, mental struggles, unhealthy habits)

Prefers winter as night time lasts longer and is colder

Would be the person you hold hands and it’s super cold, like metallic cold (literally)

During free times, he would go train on the treadmill the most (sometimes tripped when too tired)

At night he would usually stay up to deal with taxes and other expenses, Jin shares this experience with him.

Feels guilty asking for help emotionally and mentally. But is improving.

Enjoys spending time with his friends, and hopes for a vacation to do activities together work unrelated.

Although he dislikes bugs, he can handle them if far enough, otherwise… I think it’s up to you to imagine

Roy is like a mentor to him. When they would have a break, they would spend time training in head quarters. Supporting each others back.

Amber being a supporter to him, often boost his confidence in operations. He would also reassure her that she is enough for the team and to just be herself.

Like Roy and Poli, Helly looks up to Poli as a mentor and a guide. Helly being the youngest of the team, Poli tries his best to be the best role model to him.

Likes stars, whenever there is no work left which is rare, he would head outside to stargaze (others will most likely to join him).

Usually is calm and approachable.

As an android, he would also learn new stuff during his journey, logically, emotionally, and socially.

Pretty sure I’ve said this but, androids can feel depending on how they’re programmed (or do they?)

Occasionally, he would have bandages around his fingers from writing reports and such. (Mostly from paper cuts and bended fingers due to him writing to much)

Pretty sure I have more but I forgot about them ;-;

I may update this in the future, but for now this is the best I could remember. Take care now!

[ificouldwrite]

My Fic List!

this post has a link of the bbc merlin fics that i’ve written on ao3,  if you’d like to give them a read, that would be lovely! thank you so much :) i’ll also take requests if you want to send one in! 

i don’t write reader inserts, sorry! 

💚 = completed

💛 = in progress

here’s the list in no particular order: 

- To the Brows Laid in Thorn and Weapons Made of Words 💚: arthur finds out about merlin's magic prior to the events of season 5 and post-season 4. he goes into sullen silence to punish merlin for lying to him, leaving merlin in the interim of "does he want me dead or does he just need time?" Major TW: su!cide attempt, su!cidal thoughts, struggling with mental health, graphic depictions of violence, injuries, and death. (there will be a happy ending!)

- Arthur Pendragon Loves Flowers 💚: ~3,000 words, inspired by that one scene in one of the earlier episodes where Arthur asked Merlin where his flowers were, and Merlin proceeds to get Arthur bouquets of flowers from there on out. Very angsty fic, but there is a happy ending! (Love confessions, language of flowers, fluff and then heavy angst, Merlin/Arthur, TW: temporary character death, descriptions of violence, eventual happy ending).

- The Way Things Fall 💚: ~25,000 words (my longest fic!) Modern Crime AU where Merlin and Arthur are detectives trying to solve a serial killer case, but Arthur is emotionally repressed and the mystery may be closer to the heart than they think. TW: graphic descriptions of violence, death, and injuries. (Eventually happy ending, relationships: Merlin/Arthur, Gwen/Lancelot, Percival/Gwaine, Morgana/Leon). 

- Love Me Not 💚: ~3,000 words, post-magic reveal. Merlin/Arthur, past Gwen/Arthur. Arthur is repressed as always. He treats Merlin very differently than he had treated Gwen, and Merlin begins to wonder whether or not he's worth being loved in the same way. Whether Arthur even loves him at all. (Emotional hurt/comfort 4+1 with a happy ending!)

- The Cost of Magic and What a King Values 💚: ~9,000 words, Merlin’s magic revealed. Arthur reacts badly and ignores Merlin’s injuries, and they have a massive falling out. Set just after "The Sword in the Stone" (part 1 and 2). Aithusa doesn't go to Morgana because Aithusa being emaciated breaks my heart, and Gwen doesn't marry Arthur. (Eventual Merlin/Arthur love confession; hurt Merlin, TW: graphic descriptions of violence + temporary character death; guilty Arthur; eventual happy ending!)

- Tell Me You Love Me 💚: ~5,000 words, Arthur Returns fic in modern era, Merlin/Arthur relationship where Arthur is emotionally repressed (as always) and can’t bring himself to say the words “I love you” to Merlin. Angst with a happy ending, character injury. 

- I’m Forever Missing Him 💚: ~8,000 words, upon the magic reveal, Arthur has Merlin hanged. (Major TW: graphic descriptions of violence, implied/referenced suicide, major character death, HEAVY angst, happy ending in chapter 2, guilty Arthur, hurt Merlin). 

- breathing memories 💚: ~6,000 words, Arthur breaks up with Merlin for having magic and relives some of his old memories through a watch. (Modern era, angst with a happy ending, emotional hurt/comfort, breaking up/making up.)

- Oh, the Scars I’ve Left  💚: ~3,000 words. Merlin makes one too many excuses to Uther on Arthur’s orders, and has to pay the price. (hurt Merlin, angst, guilty Arthur, hurt/comfort, eventual Merlin/Arthur, first kiss, TW: graphic descriptions of injuries, happy ending). 

thank you so much for reading if you choose to! this list will be updated whenever i post a new fic. have a lovely day, lovely people :D

[thisismeracing]

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but coming off that toxic relationship left a lot of insecurities in her. insecurities that took longer to shake off than she would like to admit

i think one of the reasons that bono was so mad when he found out about bon and mick is the fact that bon also kept her last lover from him. and he only ever found out months after they broke up and bon told him all the bad things she went through in that relationship.

and him being hit with the fact he wasn’t able to protect her because she didn’t let him into this aspect of her life. that she went through that alone and val and lew knew before he did.

that a man emotionally scarred his daughter and he couldn't have been able to do anything about it and he still can't because he knows next to nothing about this man and bon won’t let up any of the details about this man’s identity because she wants to move forward and leave it in the past.

and when he finds them in the sim room his first instinct is to protect because bono’s only reference for his daughter’s lovers is the toxic ex, when he knows mick is a good guy, but still can’t shake the feeling because this relationship was hidden from him too.

[look at me with 3 bono!reader thots asks in a day! ~the godparents ask that’s collecting dust in the corner and the bono!reader master doc that hasnt been updated since december~ im doing fine 🥲]

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ref

omg yes!!

bono would def be a bit taken aback at first, but eventually he would warm up to mick to the point of them doing stuff together without bb, like going on hikes and stuff (mick's choice and bono followed grumbling, but only because mick agreed on doing something of his choice too)

[mermaus]

I’ll most likely update my rules in the morning to include this but, this is really hard for me as someone who isn’t all for drama/callouts/dni’s/ect. However knowing the person who left me emotionally scarred is still running rampant I can’t ignore it. 

Aside from the callout I reblogged a few days ago, this is the only time I will speak about this. It is something I cannot ignore despite how difficult it has been emotionally to speak up.

I will preface the next statement by saying I do have these users blocked and blacklisted, however I am still shown their name if they appear in a post.

If you interact with the following muns, I beg you to please not follow me, as a victim of one of them and knowing what I’ve learned about some of the others I am disgusted and sickened at the sight of them.

Star (also goes by Usa) *I am one of her victims

Toasty

Pom

Aeryn

Loke (Has also gone by Neku/Nene/Luminary/Parker/Sylvie/Sylv/ and Tangy)

Aku (has also gone by Jelly)

[marika-misc]

Mental Health update

Tw : nothing too heavy I think ? I talk about the eating disorder recovery  process and grief though.

May and june were eventful months.

It began with the anniversary of my grand-father death and I didn’t expect it to hit me that hard. Grief is an all compasing thing and it creeps on you sometimes when you less expect it. It doesn’t help that losing a grand-parent is not seen as a real cause for grief. He was old and he had a good life filled with love and dedication and art. But I still miss him every day.

Luckily I planned a trip to London to see Nye with Michael Sheen on the same couple of days this particular anniversary came in. It didn’t make the grief any less encompassing, but it helped me nonetheless. He would have loved the play.

About two weeks later I had an accident with my cargo bike and the bloody thing fell on me. I had bruises on my legs for days but didn’t think much of it. It didn’t even register that it could be the cause of the mass I felt between my legs two days later. I went on for 3 weeks thinking I could have cancer or a cyst so big it would have to be surgically removed. And, because I’m not dramatic at all (irony), this sent me into a spiral of paranoid thinking. Fun time (no).

This also happened around the time I turned 39. My birthday is always a tricky time for me and all of this didn’t help.  

It left me exhausted and more or less drained from all creativity. I knew this kind of artblock was coming and I try to be kind to myself about it but it’s hard. This also mean that I’m less online and less invested in fandom. It still brings me joy, but I have a hard time interracting with people or getting to reblog stuff because yeah. I’m really tired. And interactions are demanding and so many of my social spoons are already taken by RL events.

My relationship with my parents has also been getting more and more strained. From my part mostly. I don’t think they noticed anything different. It’s complicated. There are some things that I can’t forget or forgive. I can’t move on yet because I’m still filled with a rage that I’m only now allowing myself to feel. It’s a whole thing I will have to adress in therapy soon, because it’s eating me alive.

And, on top of that, I’m REALLY anxious about the state of my country (France) right now. I feel helpless and scarred and very insignificant.  

To sum it up : I’m really tired emotionally and mentally and I need a break.

That said, I have been managing all of this better than I thought. It didn’t trigger any death thoughts (except of the sort of "I don't want to die !" when cancer was on the table) and it didn’t set off my hypersensitivity to sounds or my auditory hallucinations. This is good. It still set my stress levels at stratospheric hights but I more or less dealt with it without going full on crazy. This is progress !

I won’t say that my mental state is good, but it’s not that bad all things considered.

On the upside, I’ve also been making progress with the eating thing ! The dietetician  I have been seeing since late april has introduced me to the concept of mindful and intuitive eating. It sounds pompous and well, a bit woowoo, but. It works on me. By working, I mean that I’m slowly starting to deconstruct myths ingrained in me by a fatphobic society (and being a child/adolescent in the 2000’). It’s quite simple actually :

I eat what I want when I’m hungry (which means that I get to have a « goûter » ! Sorry you don’t have the right word in english ! A « goûter » is so much more than just a snack !)

I stop when I’m full

I focus on the joy it brings me to eat things I like

It’s still a process, but I definitively feel less guilt around food and more joy. I’m also learning to stop eating when I’m full and to eat when I’m hungry instead of « waiting for the right time » and « eating the right food ». She also told me to think of food like a fuel that I need to exercize (which I like !) and not to think I need to exercize because I eat. This is such a simple mindshift but it’s a big one for me. It takes away the pressure to exercize and the guilt when I don’t. Hopefully, it will prevent me to over do it again and get hurt in the process.

Another thing I like in this approach is that I’m encouraged to cook pretty and colorful meals ! I like to cook, I like homemade food and I also love vegetables and fruits (I’m not that complicated really), so it’s not a hardship for me and it’s very esthetically pleasing !

I’m going to take the summer to slow down and take care of myself. One thing at a time. As my grandfather said to me one day : « prend le temps, la joie se cache souvent derrière ».

[lapeaudelamemoire]

headache. getting sick of using tumblr actually. getting sick of using everything.

usb-c adapter for wired earbuds got bent out of shape because it's a sticking-out liability. always hated it for that reason but it was the only way i could use wired earbuds. now it's no different from the wired earbuds from when we were teenagers and you had to bend it just a certain way and hold it to keep it going. but wireless earbuds get lost fucking easily and headphones make the keloid scar on the top of my left ear fucking hurt and worsens it by pressing on it.

got a tv to watch things on so my eyes won't be so fucked by watching at a shorter distance on laptop so much but can't fucking watch youtube where many chinese dramas are uploaded because the ads are relentless, and the video players on random chinese streaming sites aren't supported by chromecast.

try to go on tumblr on laptop so i'm not looking at my phone so much. rich text editor is a fucking laggy pos. now i gotta remember to type extra < br > and < p > < / p >s for everything.

can't buy contact lenses online here without a prescription which you have to have updated every two years. who tf has time for that when everything is only open during office hours? you want me to have to take time out from placement for this?

probably have to make another appointment with rent legal aid, which is also limited solely to only during working office hours.

i'm so fucking tired of rent shit taking over my entire month, all the energy and time i have, while trying to deal with school and placement.

that's not even what i came on here to say.

also hate typing on this laptop tbh which is a crying shame but

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i'm not okay and i don't think we should be. i think we should all stop going to work or school or whatever and i don't want to see another mental health practitioner to talk about how i feel about what's going on in the world today and palestine especially because actually i think this is the correct response that we all should be having, we shouldn't be going on with our daily lives, we are being affected as we fucking should, and i don't want to go see someone about it to 'deal with it' so i can carry on going to work and school like this is fine.

i don't want to be 'well-adjusted' aka inured to this happening. we should be feeling shit. we should be doing something about it in the sense of stopping this atrocity, not in the sense of going to talk to someone to normalise it so we can go back to work or go about our day.

i don't mean we should all traumatise ourselves and not attend to our own health mentally and emotionally, but being deeply affected and depressed that this is going on before our eyes is not wrong or a sign that we need to go see someone to diffuse it. it isn't a maladjustment, we're working as we should - as social creatures who co-regulate. and we should be affected enough to be turning out in the streets en masse to stop things going on as if this is acceptable.

[irismydude]

A significant amount of time later:

1-2 months

The ADHD brain made me completely forget that I had made this about and so I did not post. Ugh. The constant battle with my mind to actually perform tasks.

Hi! I’m back with an update. It’s been almost 3 years since I began hormones. I began with patches and elevated to estrodial injections eventually moving to progesterone. I noticed initial changes following a few months regarding bust size and hip size. My leg and arm hair grew back slower and my face got softer. As for a few more physical notices I had no change in my performance and even looked into preemptive hormone additions in case my lower section decided to not work, luckily that did not happen and I do not have a particular interest in bottom surgery.

Over the past few years emotionally, i would say I’ve encountered a lot. To go back to the first week would be like going in a Time Machine. I was still intensively undergoing therapy as I had tried to end my life prior to transitioning, due to immense instability when presenting as the gender I was not aligned with. While at this hospital I slowly began changing things about me such as my name, pronouns and my image.

I met with a hospital appointed therapist and presented as Iris in the hopes that I could find some solace for the battlefield that was my mental health. All sides of me were at war to take over and my previous therapist wondered if I had DID. I had already put my parents through death, loss, rehab, relapse, assault, PTSD, etc. I wanted to finally lose myself. And it’s difficult to explain what that looked like.

Through my meetings members encouraged me to invest in wigs, begin changing other things about my self, and that most of all I was loved and accepted. My family wasn’t completely in love with the idea of validation and my friends virtually never validated me because it seemed like to them I was constantly getting in my own way and destroying life around me. It was here that I learned how to accept being loved and cared for, in a healthy way. When others actually lift you up you don’t struggle nearly as much as when you tell yourself they do.

A conversation in particular I can remember was with my therapist. I was explaining how I wasn’t aware that gender was changeable and that I did not have to be stuck living in the Hell that was my body. I told her how much stock I put into being loved by others and finding love for myself. She said: “would you rather be loved by all and no one to know who you really are, or loved by a few who truly know and accept you, and understand who you are.” I couldn’t fathom how people had the strength to be so different from the flow of society. I knew that my walls were crumbling, my mental health was eating itself alive and that my days were numbered from the scars on my body. I knew that it was time for me to try anything to stop the pain.

When we had family sessions my parents would come in, treat me like an alien and leave for the most part. They could not understand how their child could be different. They couldn’t comprehend their own fear of how society would treat them. Our discussions with the therapist left them jarred and in need of explanation. How is someone trans? How do they know? What does it mean? Would they rather die? So many questions that rattled around in their brain, yet how could I answer? For all I had figured out then was that I did not want to die. For the first few years they argued with me about gender ideals, name changes and surgeries regarding the trans experience.

Eventually I was able to communicate clearly that these things were essential in finding myself and being clear in what I needed from life. That independence can look like a number of things. My father continued misgendering me and my mother tried her best to accommodate. While at work I was harassed by men, and found to be curious by women. Most of my conversations revolved around answering questions for cis women and telling men to fuck off.

For a long time, at least early transition the experience was tumultuous and completely jarring how different I was treated. My boss considered me less than efficient when just a few months prior I was considered to be the night shift manager, when I walked in anywhere I became noticed almost immediately, people asked invasive questions and would either find me repulsive or mildly interesting, and above all I had many people ask if I needed help as if I was incompetent. I made many female identifying friends and finding a partner became slightly more bearable as people were not afraid of me, much like the other way round. I was afraid of them. However, cis girls were very kind to me and I very rarely encountered a woman who did not at least compliment one thing about me. I received notes from men that were vulgar, death threats and so on. It was amazing how quickly the so called strong bonded strong minded men could so quickly deny the existence of something and outright abuse that existence.

I had many times where I knew where I stood in my gender identity and people would attempt to change it using their own ideals to try to manipulate my life and the path I’d chosen. I spent many nights crying and asking why I had been cursed, why my life had come to look like this, and I self harmed once more. Though this time I threw myself into tattoos and made it my very expensive hobby.

I finished my arm sleeve tattoo based on the anime Tokyo Ghoul and Kaneki’s struggle with identity. I found a partner I enjoyed being around and who accepted me for how I was, and things began to look different in outcome. I decided to leave my shitty job and try to outsource into the city. Over the course of all these experiences it had only been 2 or 3 months. I had a lot more to go through yet.

[youraveragekilljoy87]

So let’s try this.

Dearest @rose-fairryy,

To start off, my cat went nuts and decided it was a wise decision to pounce on my arm and scratch it. There was very little blood and I was able to clean it, but now I have dark purple bruising on my elbow. However, the scratches do look like old scars, so it’s very aesthetically pleasing and worth the pain. Besides that, nothing has really happened today. My family is on their way home (or so they say) and will be back tonight. I’m not sure how I feel about them coming back. I like the freedom of them being gone but at the same time it doesn’t feel amazing to be alone so much. I finished Dota DB and it has left me emotionally scarred. I feel like it’s one of the only series I’ve ever seen that I could rewatch, others being a series of unfortunate events and probably Avatar TLA. I started Castlevania as well, so I’ll be sure to update you on that. Don’t forget to take pictures of the illustrations inside that les mis copy you mentioned, as well as literally everything else because I miss you and I want to know what you’re experiencing every second. Don’t take that too seriously, though, please enjoy yourself. I say that too much, don’t I? I don’t want this to be too long, but I also worked out for the first time since the Descendants showings started and everything is incredibly sore; even my legs are sore despite me not ever doing leg days ever and only working out my arms. The night before last I stayed the night at Alani’s house and we sat in her room and talked about existential dread and philosophy until five in the morning. I also told her basically my entire life story, which she was weirdly interested in. I’ve discovered that as gay as I am for her due to our arm wrestling rivalry, I don’t think I could be any more than friends with her because she’s a lot like Ananya; she argues the same way I do, but her beliefs are drastically different, so it’s like an immovable object meeting an unstoppable force. This is very long now. Please get back to me when you can. I miss you so much! -Mac

[liecoris]

added some more things!! ( since @zorkaya's post gave me some more inspiration :3 )

updated/added stuff: putting it under a readmore b/c it got long after a while lmao

— In her personal questline, in Act 2 she'll tell you her real name ( Mukuro not Avarice ), and in Act 3 she'll inform you that she's a song dragon and open up more about her past.

— She has a noble background but b/c with baldur's Gate being the type of place it is, she has deep routed ties to the shadier side of everything, so she'll know a lot of the Guild, some fellow assassins, and generally other shady individuals while also knowing high nobility.

— When Tav/Anyone connects with her via tadpole, they'll see images of grand parties with nobles, an assassination of a noble from the viewpoint of the assassin ( her ), a perspective shift of someone of humanoid height to something larger, and feel an untamed rage.

— Because she's a song dragon, she'll be softly singing to herself in battle or humming a tune softly, or in her head ( because she doesn't want to draw too much attention to herself ). And she'll be signing as she bathes.

— Also being a dragon, and being on the evil alignment, Mukuro can and will go into fits of pure rage ( especially if left in camp for a long time w/out being taken out with the party ) and that'd result in her sneaking off at night to just hunt for sport basically, so the next day somewhere there'd just be a bunch of corpses with large bite marks on them/whole chunks bit off of them.

— because of her innate ability of tongues, she can read infernal and thus knows what Astarion's scars say. depending on how well she's gotten along with him, she'll chime in that she knows infernal and can translate ( if asked nicely enough ) otherwise she'll just play dumb and be like ' I dunno ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ' but if it's then revealed later that she knew infernal this whole time and she'll just respond with ' well you never asked if i knew - you just kind of assumed and we all know where assuming gets you~ '

— it's very rare for her to change in and out of dragon form ( because she doesn't want people to know ) but it takes 30 seconds to change from human to dragon and 120 seconds to change from dragon to human. The change can happen when she wills it or automatically when she hits 1hp remaining.

— The dialogue/actions that'll gain her approval will be things like; not stepping in to save Sazza, teasing or being rather mean to people, being nice to children and animals, and any type of 'deception' or 'intimidation' choice really.

— When/if romanced, Mukuro won't be jealous so long as she isn't the first person in the camp/party to be slept with since she'll see that as just wanting to be friends with benefits.

— She'll get super jealous if you sleep with her first and then go off to someone else in camp. Honestly, it would cause MASSIVE disapproval lmao - one could go from max to 1/4 of the 'attitude' bar b/c of that because she hardly lets herself actually fall in love with anyone ( it's only happened once, maybe twice ) since a lot of her ' lovers ' have been targets for assassination ( or a way to get more money ), she doesn't get close to anyone really. So the moment she thinks her feelings are being toyed with she'll be pissed for a moment and then just depressed ( what goes around comes around after all ).

— If led along/toyed with emotionally and/or ended up being broken up with, depending on the dialogue chosen, Mukuro will stay ( somewhat ) friends with them or leave the party permanently and you will have to deal with her at the end when she's sided with Gortash and she will be in dragon form.

— She's open to developing her skills with the tadpole but will not evolve she kind of doesn't have all that much control of her rage sometimes and fears that if she evolves/lets herself go more then it'll be impossible to contain

More little fun facts about bg3 mukuro lol mainly about her equipment but then just some fun little tidbits

— has dual daggers that have features to them, one being added damage while obscured by shadow and the other is added necrotic damage to KO'd and Sleeping targets.

— has a pair of rings, one granting shrouded in shadow and the other one grants misty step

— Of course, her three ( 3 ) body piercings have passive features to them too :) they all give a +1 to Charisma ( for +3 total ) and two of them give an added +1 to deception ( for a total of +2 ).

— a choker that grants Pass Without Trace

— boots that give +1 to acrobatics and stealth

— fingerless gloves that give +1 to dex

— armor that's 12 + dex modifier

— she can be easily recruited/join the camp/party lol

— she's not a Tav/Custom Origin character - she's someone that can be found out in Act 1 area

— you can either find her on the bridge in front of the goblin camp, or in the DANK crypt where you get withers ( she's already cleared it and you can get both her and withers ) - She's set her own little camp there b/c she absolutely turned into a dragon to escape the pod she was in and since that has water access she just swam in there after having a little rage fit and once she calmed down some she explored it some and found the button that activates the skelemans

— When she's in camp she's either doodling other camp people or just lounging really - she probably volunteers to cook for everyone when she's been at camp all day because " I need SOMETHING to do - I've been here bored all day and I can only draw so much " she probably will also offer to scout at night more than the others since she really doesn't need sleep

— Honestly this tadpole in the brain thing is the thing that's made her the angriest b/c with just a simple probe of her mind one could uncover that her real name is Mukuro, not Avarice, that she's a dragon, not a human, and she's been alive for like 900+ years lmao and she HATES that the secrets she's kept so harshly under lock and key could be so very easily accessed and damn near impossible for her to stop them from being accessed

[grieverled-moved]

So far, I only have these Verses available. I’ll definitely be tweaking them  &  updating the list on as time goes on. If you want to know anything else about them, or even request one be made in the future, just let me know.

                    𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈.  ◆  FINAL FANTASY 8 VERSE

                            𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘.       A SeeD Operative planted into the role of a Leader, though not by choice of his own. As trials progress, pressures raising, the question of whether or not Squall Leonhart will grow into a successful one depends solely on him  &  him alone. His decision on whether or not to embrace said role is tested as his world  &  his old views are challenged, changed by those he meets along the way. Following closely along the original events of FFVIII, it can also take place anywhere before the games events  —  most threads can take place during Squall’s time as a SeeD Cadet in Balamb Garden, or after he graduates  &  becomes a mercenary operative. Depending on preferences, threads can be canon compliant or canon divergent. Squall is very cold  &  detached at first  &  is hard to get close to as he keeps a firm wall between him  &  others emotionally, but gradually he warms up with continual effort  &  patience through continued interactions. For the most part — despite his prickly nature, Squall is a candid yet fair leader who does his best to help others in times of chaos.

              𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒.  ◆  POST FINAL FANTASY 8 VERSE

                            𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘.         Takes place anywhere from a few months to a few years after the events of VIII. Squall is usually portrayed as 24 - 25 in this Verse. Years have passed since since Ultimecia’s attack, Squall still left to deal with the fall out of the war  &  chaos caused as Commander of Balamb Garden  —  though he finds things aren’t always as clean  &  easy to deal with as people may think. Squall begins to question his relationships, navigating the shaky peace of his new life  &  his responsibilities as he tries to figure out what his true purpose is  —  his genuine wants without all the battles  &  fighting, the commander position or the knight duty.

The after effects left to fix  &  heal aren’t just environmental either  —  lingering mental scars of his time left in Time Compression begin to make their marks known through shifting memories. His relationships are tested, the traumas of war running far too deep  as the residual damage rises to the surface once more  —  &  amidst all the change, new truths are discovered. The battle is far from over.

                       𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒.  ◆  KINGDOM HEARTS VERSE

Interactions set in this verse can take place between ANY of the KH games. I should also warn that there are two versions of my KH verse depending on the muse requesting it.         One that takes place directly after Dissidia — more directly aimed towards other FF muses who want to still interact with my KH Leon  &  one where Leon grew up in Radiant Gardens — more meant for muses from other media and games. Think Sora, but less helpful with Heartless.   ( The only major difference is that Leon still has his memories of his time in Dissidia  &  from VIII. )

                             𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘.               ( 𝐊𝐇𝟏 ) Leon resembles his Final Fantasy VIII counterpart a lot closer here — being a bit standoffish, distant  &  cold upon first meeting, though despite his lone wolf attitude, he is endlessly kind  &  shows his care through his actions. He offers his aid whenever possible to those in need of world or in Traverse Town without expecting anything back. He leads the rebellion against the Heartless  &  is known to do regular patrols around Traverse Town to try keep its inhabitants safe. Leon travels frequently off world using his gummi-ship to study other places affected by the Darkness, trying to find a way to reverse it. When he comes across a falling world, since he doesn’t have access to a key-blade to truly defeat the Heartless, he focuses his efforts more on evacuation  &  defence — escorting survivors to safety from their falling world to the safety of Traverse Town whenever possible — something heavily reminiscent to when Cid saved him  &  the others from the falling Gardens.

                            𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘.               ( 𝐊𝐇𝟐 )           After the events of KH 1, Hollow Bastion was finally restored  &  everyone returned back to their home worlds. But things are far from being finished. Following Maleficent’s reign on the barren world, it’s fallen to ruin over the long years spent abandoned  &  is hardly liveable for the first few months between all the needed repairs and the residual Heartless lingering around. Though it does little to truly upset Leon. It’s something they can fix  &  at the end of the day, they’ve made it back home. He’s a lot less closed off, more prone to cheekily joking around with the other Radiant Garden members following their world’s return  &  restoration. The man works himself tirelessly to try restoring Hollow Bastion back to it’s former state, while also continuing to lead defensive efforts against the Heartless  &  Dusks that linger about. Leon is definitely a workaholic — always preferring to be busy to avoid someone else having to do his jobs, but he finds some joy in it  &  takes comfort in the fact that it’s all for a good cause.

                            𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘.               ( 𝐊𝐇𝟑 )         By far the most calm  &  optimistic version of Leon you can meet ( before the ending anyways… ). He still retains some remnants of his stern commander-like personality — strict  &  on top of everything going on inside of Radiant Gardens walls, but he’s far more lenient  &  fair, more friendly to chat with overall, if a little aloof at times. With the Gardens finally finished in their repairs  &  the threat of the Heartless becoming greatly manageable, there’s less stress following him around these days. Leon doesn’t travel often from Radiant Garden, out of some lingering fear that if he returns it’ll vanish again or he won’t be around to defend it, but occasionally he will leave to check in on those from Traverse Town. He still performs a lot of the older duties he used to before his world was properly restored, only now he works alongside the old Radiant Garden Guards to help keep things safe  &  under control. Old habits die hard.

                            𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘.               ( 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐇𝟑  /  𝐑𝐄:𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ) Following Sora’s sudden vanishing — Leon does all he can to help aid the Guardians of Light in their search. He views Sora as his responsibility — almost like a younger sibling  -  a son  -  so Sora’s loss affects him a great deal once he learns of it. He manages to keep in touch with Riku following the news  &  works closely with those in the castle to share their findings  &  possible clues. For the most part, Leon spends a lot of his time going over old reports kept throughout the years, scavenging through old castle remains  &  snooping around off world when he can. While still optimistic  &  hopeful, he is notably more forlorn  &  guarded.

              𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐈.  ◆  FINAL FANTASY 7 ( TURK ) VERSE

                          𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. Squall Leonhart, sometimes referred to as his alias, “Leon”  —  was born in Junon, though currently, he resides in Midgar. He was orphaned as a young child  &  taken into a foster family  &  trained with the main intention to join SOLDIER from that point on. It wasn’t long before he caught the eye of a Shinra Turk  &  not soon after, he was recruited. Though the profession he’d ended up pursuing, thriving in had shifted greatly.

Closed off from a young age at the trauma the loss of his family had caused, it only further worsened over the passing years to where he was able to shut everything off near completely by throwing himself tirelessly into his training  &  his work. It gave him a goal to work towards over the years, however hollowed it felt, something to cling to  &  focus on. With little outside interactions / bonds formed from his younger years up until adulthood, aside from focusing solely on his missions, Squall is notably more bristling, suspicious  &  distrusting of strangers, yet heavily duty bound — his missions always come first, his personal feelings far later.

While he is somewhat aware of how nefarious Shinra’s true plans are, Squall currently holds little drive or incentive to oppose them or leave. Though they have done horrible things, in his eyes, they’ve done good as well. With a world view consisting of things being more grey then simply sorted inbetween good or evil, his views are tested over the course of the game, his motives changing to grow along with them. He is able to be swayed should the right bonds be formed.

                      𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐒.  ◆  FINAL FANTASY 15 ( HUNTER ) VERSE

                          𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. Takes place anywhere over the main events of XV. Squall is usually portrayed as 23 - 33 in this Verse. In his younger years, Squall’s family grew up around Cape Caem’s Outpost for a short while, though as relations between the two Nations shifted  &  Daemons began appearing around the continent, maintenance of the areas local lighthouse grew far too dangerous  &  difficult to upkeep. Once warm  &  inviting, the Cape was left cold  &  deserted, overrun with Daemons  &  barren of human activity that only further worsened as the years passed.

After the loss of his family in the fray of everything, it’s then that Squall chooses to take up the Alias “Leon” as he joins the paramilitary civilian organization, Hunters. After watching his own home fall to ruin because of the rising monster activity, Leon chooses to help more directly in combatting the threats while providing protection to locals with the skills he’s developed. As a hunter, he is often tasked with destroying Daemons  &  aggressive forms of wild-life by accepting bounties from local Tipsters across Lucis, but he is known to do other forms of work to help those living on the out-lands. Examples are escorting travellers through the more dangerous of locations, patrolling local havens, investigating ruins, delivering goods,  &  even helping with farm work in areas that have become infested with monsters.

During the Long Night, he spends a large majority of his time training new Hunters  &  accompanying them out of hunts of their own, while focusing on defending cities  &  still running Outposts against Daemons.

                     𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀.  ◆  DISSIDIA VERSE

                          𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. Since he has retained his memories from Prior Cycles, Squall is now more open to relying on others. While not so keen initially, now he won’t hesitate to offer his help should someone need it, though he is still awkward  &  a little distant. While he still wants to go off  &  do his own thing, he doesn’t mind company  &  generally gets along fairly well with his fellow warriors after warming up to them. While he doesn’t go out of his way to find or join groups, he’s definitely more accepting when it happens. Squall is not interested in the cycle overall  &  simply wants to go back home, but he does have a fondness for the gods’ world  &  those he’s met  &  befriended along the way — enough to yield a crystal doppelgänger to fight in his place.

                           𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃.  ◆  RESIDENT EVIL VERSE

                         𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. A skilled Ex Mercenary who used to work for the Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service (U.B.C.S.). It was a private military force that specialized heavily in rescue operations during biohazard outbreaks  &  was employed by the Umbrella Corporation. Squall, during his time served among their ranks, held the position in his assigned Platoon as back up  for his Squad, where he also functioned as their weapons technician / specialist. He was somewhat close to the gunsmith Joseph Kendo, also knowing Barry Burton  &  making his acquaintance through the Kendo brothers.

He is one of the few survivors of the deployed squads who served during Raccoon City Destruction Incident.

In the aftermath of Raccoon City, Squall went into hiding somewhere on the coast of the United States, residing there until he was able to form his next course of action. He feels a deep set sense of guilt  &  regret for his hand in serving under Umbrella, feel partially responsible for the destruction the group has caused,  &  therefore, still harbours a long-standing anger towards them. Once he caught wind of the formation of the B.S.A.A., he lept at the chance to join their ranks, contacting Barry Burton to get a leg in the door.

He now functions primarily within as evacuation aid  &  helps with restoration / relief efforts following bioterrorism attacks. He sometimes transfers between TerraSave  &  the B.S.A.A. depending on where the extra effort is needed more.

𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑.  ◆  FANTASY HUNTER AU

                   𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. Squall Leonhart, better known under his alias’ — the ‘Lion Hunter’  /  ‘Leon’ — is a young man who attained his status as a full-fledged Hunter after years of training following the fall of his home town to a night-creature raid. He managed to survive, though he lost the others in the process. Squall clings tightly to his past using the guilt  &  regret as a heavy motivation to continue with his ruthless hunts under his Guild’s orders — all in the name of protecting the innocent.

Over time, he starts to question their motives, on whether all creatures of the night and supernatural are the true mindless beasts, or if that title goes to his Guild. Much of this verse focuses on Squall as he navigates the world around him, taking up missions  &  meeting other Hunters or the occasional Supernatural being — centred around his conflicting worldviews  &  how each interaction will shape him further from who he once was and what he believed.

* CAN BE TWEAKED UPON REQUEST.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ORIGINALLY — this started off as a Vampire Hunter AU — but it’s versatile enough to work into any Hunter-themed dark fantasy verse with monsters. Open to adjust for muses to meet — just ask. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━

                                   𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃.  ◆  WEREWOLF AU

             𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. Growing up in a quaint, pastoral town, Squall had a normal childhood, raised in a small family of four. His father was one of the lead Hunters in the area, while his mother ran a local Inn  &  flower shop. His father was often called away on missions far away from home, leaving their family  &  town alone for extended periods of time. During one of his missions, a sudden  &  vicious attack is waged on their home — Ellone  &  Squall unfortunately lost their mother during the attack. During their scramble to flee, Squall is left injured by one of the beasts,  barely managing to make it away after Ellone saves him. Following the chaos, the siblings are left with no choice but to leave — their home no longer being safe to stay in. With no sign of their father’s return, they assume the worst, moving away  &  try their best to restart with what little they’re able to salvage. 

The small moment of peace doesn’t last for long, as Squall soon finds himself infected following the attack with Lycanthropy. Years pass  —   &  between the increasingly worrying gaps in his memory between each shift, Ellone’s mysterious loss weighs on him like a noose, guilt  &  regret only growing each time — only further spurring on his internal war with his newfound wolf-side as he remains packless  &  alone. In this verse, Squall travels across the countryside from city to city, never staying in one place for too long as he masquerades as a Hunter in his personal quest to find a cure for his lycanthropy. Between getting attacked by other Hunters  &  threatened by other wolves, Squall makes the acquaintance of a few strangers willing to offer their protection  &  help.

                                                 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍.  ◆  GHOST AU

                    𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. Passing abruptly through unfortunate circumstances, the spirit of Squall Leonhart is forever restless. Though he still retains some of his old memories, the years have started to wittle them away  &  make them weaker  —  in turn, his physical forms appearance starts to take on a shadowed hue. Lose anymore of himself  &  he’d soon be just another mindless Shade. He appears around the abandoned home’s vicinity, tirelessly guarding the area  &  scaring off the living  from the dangerous terrain, not remembering the reason why — only knowing that he feels strongly about preventing others from getting hurt.

A benevolent spirit overall, Squall isn’t overly malicious or aiming to truly terrify others. Usually when confronted, he makes a quick escape, hiding  &  making himself as scarce as possible. He’s bound to the old building he met his untimely end in — to both the overgrown property surrounding it  &  a dirty, rusted pendant he’d left behind while living. After many years isolated alone in solitude, he finds himself roused from his solemn  &  withering state at the sudden appearance of a bold blonde willing to renovate  &  fix the old home up. 

Cloud Strife — the new home owner, is the one who finds his lost pendant  &  thus begins the unlikely friendship between the pair as they try to figure out the mystery behind how Squall died  &  how to help him move on.

                                      𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒  &  𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐒.  ◆  ROYALTY AU

                     𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. Squall Leonhart  —  Prince of Balamb  —  a small, peaceful Island nation that ironically specializes in military training,  &  newest Commander in charge, must resort to marriage to secure an sudden Alliance between his Kingdom  &  that of Nibelhiem, against their shared enemy.

After the neighbouring Trabia is mercilessly overtaken by the rivalling country, it prompts panic, spurring the ocean-side nation to bolster what forces they can so they don’t lose their freedom in the wake of the dawning invasion. The two Kings do their best to guide their Kingdoms to victory while also trying to navigate the newness of their own bonds as the battle wages on.

[pinkykats-place]

Jealous BakuDeku [Bakugo is jealous of Todoroki]

SFW

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None of the stories linked are mine.

None have smut … still read AO3 tags.

Art not mine - credit to @selpuku

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Mine by Catsired

Summary: Todoroki has been spending a little too much time around Deku lately, and Katsuki isn't gonna stand for it.

{One Shot}

I watch you from afar (but I want you in my arms) by mnxyre

Summary: He wondered if the scars were more predominant up close. Maybe that’s why Todoroki was staring so intensely – staring at the way the thin slivering lines wrapped around Deku’s strong hands as he wrote.

He did notice how much that thought pissed him off.

— — —

Or Bakugou is jealous over how close Todoroki is with Midoriya.

{One Shot}

you could be the one that i love by yuhwanker

Summary: Everyone thinks that Izuku and Shoto are dating, but they couldn't be more wrong.

{One Shot}

Jealousy Trial by izukvs

Summary: A jealous Katsuki Bakugou makes a move on Izuku Midoriya before it's too late.

{One Shot}

Nitroglycerin by bubbleguchi

Summary: Since childhood, every glance from Katsuki has left Izuku in pieces, absolutely shattered by the feeling of being seen.

— — —

In which Izuku can't figure out what's got Katsuki so mad.

{One Shot}

Just the Right Height by Fawn_Eyed_Girl

Summary: Izuku is too short to reach all the items in the kitchen cabinets. Luckily, Todoroki-kun is always there to help him. But why does that make Kacchan so angry? Izuku needs to know.

{One Shot}

fuzzy inside by fromthefarshore

Summary: Bakugo is jealous.

{One Shot}

The Bakusquad's Guide to Wooing Your Crush

Summary: “Really?” Sero pressed his index finger against his chin and thumb under his jaw, looking up briefly before meeting Katsuki’s red eyes. “It sounds to me like you are scared. If you aren’t, then asking Midoriya out should be a piece of cake for you.”

“This is, like, the best thing I have seen in my entire life,” Kaminari whispered not so quietly to Ashido who was holding onto his arm.

Finally, after a moment of tense silence, Katsuki sat back down angrily on his chair. “Fuck off, Soy Sauce Face. I will ask him out.”

Complete | 5 Chapters

The roommate by silverynight

Summary: Most of them are ready to see if the guy is worthy of Todoroki's time, ready to tell him he'll have to face them if he ever hurts their friend…

But then he opens the door and all they see is bright green eyes (like emeralds), messy green hair and a face that's covered in freckles and the most blinding and sincere smile they have ever seen.

"I'm so happy you're here!" The young man says excitedly, his enthusiasm is contagious and honestly adorable. "I'm Midoriya Izuku!"

And just like that Midoriya charms his way into their hearts as well.

Pro Hero AU | Quirkless Midoriya

19/? CH | Last Updated May 2024

You & Me, Me & You by mynameis152

Summary: They were still the Wonder Duo. They were still best friends. The only real difference was that they didn’t go home to the same apartment, didn’t sleep in the same bed, or share lazy kisses in between breakfast, showers, and on-duty hours.

Katsuki was fine.

{One Shot}

Stupid F**king Kiwi by red_sneakers

Summary: “WHERE’D IT GO?” Katsuki's hands groped Deku’s stupid, fuzzy head of their own accord, tilting it from side to side, searching for remaining long hair and finding none. “HOW COULD YOU?”

“I—I . . .” Deku stuttered. “All Might said it’d make me more aerodynamic?”

-or-

Deku gets a haircut, and Katsuki’s fuming mad about it, for some reason. Then it’s Mina and the Bakusquad to the rescue! Mission: Help our emotionally constipated idiot get his mans.

Complete | 7 Chapters | UA Students

Movie Interruption by Tilly_1255

Summary: Bakugo has an extra movie ticket and reluctantly invites Midoriya to go with him. All is going according to plan until Todoroki shows up to the same showing…Cue a jealous Katsuki and a completely clueless Izuku.

{One Shot}

Of Shirts and Strawberries by EnduringParadox

Summary: He looked down at his shirt and gasped. "It is. How did that—oh, the laundry. I must've grabbed it by mistake. I'm sorry, Todoroki." Midoriya blushed; the tips of his ears turned red.

Shouto shook his head. "Don't be sorry. We had a really late night. It's fine. It looks better on you, anyway."

"I don't know about that, but thank you," said Midoriya with a chuckle.

There was a loud snap. Shouto glanced at Bakugou sitting at the table with Kaminari and Kirishima, textbooks splayed open and highlighted in an assortment of colors. For all that Bakugou was determined to bring their classmates' grades up, his temper sometimes got the better of him, as it now apparently had; Shouto saw the source of the noise was a pencil not so much broken in half but pulverized in Bakugou's grip. His jaw was clenched, and his teeth were grinding alarmingly.

Sounding both delighted and scandalized, Kaminari asked, "What's this about a late night?"

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Shouto and Midoriya manage to bake a cake together. Afterwards, Midoriya accidentally takes Shouto's shirt, and Shouto is confused as to why Bakugou becomes so much more irritable.

{One Shot}

love in the mirror by endthisdream

Summary: “Kacchan,” Izuku said, amusement dancing in those bright, green eyes. “Just because we’re married to each other doesn’t mean that our parallel world counterparts would be too.”

Bakugou’s scowl deepened. He ignored the smug look in the Icyhot’s ugly face and the annoyingly similar sheepish grin on his husband’s copycat.

One Shot | Aged-Up BkDk

[itsclydebitches]

Jumping off your V6 Giftbag nit-pick: Considering emblems are/were a thing, I'm surprised we don't see a lot of interaction with clothing in RWBY. How cool would it be if Ruby's cloak belonged to a silver-eyed ancestor? Or that the purple sash on Yang's leg was a symbol of good luck from her dad? Or Weiss modifying her family crest or Blake getting piercings in her cat ears instead of wrapping them in a bow? All these little things that would add so much to their characters.

Yes, stuff like that would be amazing! Now that I think about it, RWBY has already made space in the show for that kind of characterization, they just made it... bland. AKA, the outfit changes in Volume 7. Rather than having a couple of characters generically change their hair for no reason other than what the audience might headcanon (I guess killing your stalker ex with your maybe girlfriend makes people crave a haircut?) actually tie the change to the character and to whatever they're personally going through.

The one example I can think of where RWBY did this decently is with Jaune: upgrading with Pyrrha's armor and then later incorporating a bit of her sash (even if I question, from a world building perspective) why he has her personal effects + how he got them in the midst of/following a horrific battle. Especially when Pyrrha disintegrated.) But still, we understand both why he's changing now and why that change is emotionally significant. It adds something to his story rather than simply being change for the sake of change.

Personally, I love the idea of Blake getting some awesome earrings, moving from hiding her ears, to letting them be natural, to actively showing them off. I've wanted Weiss to move away from the pincess-y look for a while, just because it's so closely tied to the image her father sculpted for her. Give me a short-haired, practical-but-still-stylish looking Weiss (similar to Winter, perhaps?) who never could have passed as Jacques' perfect heiress. Maybe even a callback where Ruby notes that she's dropped the combat skirt and Weiss admits that it was never really her thing. Yeah, give us an ancient, tattered cloak that's been passed down through multiple SEWs, old enough that Maria recognizes on sight it even though Ruby dyed it red after her mother's death. Give me a Yang who, after getting blindsided by Adam, gives herself an impromptu buzz cut both to symbolize this new stage of her life and so that no one can ever use her long hair as a combat weakness. I want Nora's scars to be on her face (cowards) and for Ren to incorporate something of Nora's alongside his dad's dagger; for Oscar to hold onto pieces of his farmboy identity and Ozpin to carry bits of the past that aren't just random bomb-canes. Why can't the gears in Qrow's weapon be a nod to his long relationship with Oz? (A great nitpick I saw recently). Why can't Ruby and Yang both have a splash of purple to represent their family? Why have these characters traveled across a good chunk of their world now, but visiting all those places have barely left a mark? Why can't all the characters wear clothes that MATCH THE ENVIRONMENT THEY'RE IN? Sure, they've changed physically, but the changes are largely, randomly cosmetic, devoid of any meaning outside of, "It's a new Volume and we need new models for the next three-ish years. Better give the characters an outfit update. Incorporate the meaning of those changes into the story? Nah, too much work."

[hermesmoly]

tysm for the tag unni!!

The Rules: Tag People you want to know better and catch up with and answer the following!!!

Four Ships:

1. Wangxian (Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian from MDZS) - greek mythology was one of my passions, still kind of is, but lately I've been venturing out to danmeis and man what can I tell you, Wangxian's love story is beautiful and worthy of the countless retellings (a 5 book series, a 50 episode LA/ the cql, a donghua, a manhua, a chibi anime, YOU NAME IT!!) The way they portray selfless love got my heart all melting up into so many happy pieces (Wangji carrying the 300 strikes on his back, raising WWX's kid, okay i'll shut up now). I may not retweet/reblog them as often as other MDZS content but that's only because if i think about them too long I go clinically insane (j). Shoutout to SangCheng being my favorite MDZS secondary pair tho, Jiang Cheng & Jin Ling as my fav platonic pair and 3ZUN for my favorite poly ship.

2. Sukka (Suki/Sokka from ATLA) - Migrating to twitter to join the ATLA fandom in 2021 was... an experience. But if there was one thing that kept me going through every drama popping out, it's them 💚💙 god i love mutual respect and rivals to lovers and the way they look so simple yet their love is so strong like they found each other in the war EVERY. DAMN. TIME!! Also I'm weak for the goofy guy and the cool girl dynamic, and they nailed that dynamic to the ground. It's a very important pair to me, at least enough to make half of my edits on twitter about them and a dedicated account to daily pictures of them that I don't really update that much anymore.

2. Arenos (Ares/Hypnos from Hades Supergiant / Greek Mythology) - I've had lots of greek myth ships, Zeus/Hera once occupied my mind a lot. Now, maybe it's because both these gods are hardcore favorites, but i love this ship a lot. It's about the war/dream dynamic, the guys struggling through parent issues and finding healing with each other, Ares only being soft around Hypnos and Hypnos letting his guard down for once and allowing himself to be angry and sad towards the one person who understands it (at least Hades!Hypnos would, as he is the reason I love Myth!Hypnos a lot more now). I just think they're neat :>

4. Ninglan (Ningguang/Yelan from Genshin Impact) - One of the first pairings someone would mention when talking about Genshin is Beigguang, the really really popular ship between Beidou and Ningguang. I, however, chose pain. Ninglan excites me because it's a lady in a high position and her operative who does her dirty work,,, but it's more than that. Yelan also helped Ningguang get that position (thru legal but errr still sus means). Yelan is someone who thrives off of danger and pain, Ningguang gives her a job that makes her feel fulfilled, but when Yelan was at her lowest point, when her colleagues died and left her emotionally drained and scarred you know who was with her? Ningguang. It's about the mutual understanding and trust they place in each other, to look at each other and understand what the other is saying by just a glance. They're the embodiment of Phoebe Bridger's "Graceland Too." I love them a normal amount.

Last Song: Funeral by Phoebe Bridgers. I relate to it, after my cousin died. Everytime I feel sad I listen to it and think of my tita (aunt). It makes me feel less alone, and the song is relateable ("I don't need you to tell me what that means, I don't believe in that stuff anymore.") A worthwhile listen when feeling melancholic.

Currently Reading: Mo Dao Zu Shi Vol. 1!! Already finding the donghua and cql, I need a doctorate in this story because I love love love it.

Last Movie: Do series count? If so, my last series was with my mom, In the Name of God: A Holy Betrayal, which is basically a netflix documentary of fucked up Korean Cult Leaders cases. It's quite respectful about its topic and uses real life testimonies. I'm throroughly disgusted by their actions but the marites in me wants to know more.

Craving: for my little cough and cold to end ;) and maybe cheese popcorn. I miss popcorn.

TAGGING!!! hmm whoever wants to!! also @lifeofroos @pocketsizedfish @greekschist @yngwiemalmsteens @venomorphs @maikasaa @crashthemode @bellatrixobsessed1

<3 thank you @papillon82fluttersby :D

The Rules: Tag (9) people you want to know better and/or catch up with, then answer the following:

Four ships:

Zeus/Ganymede: feel like it'd be a crime not to start here, haha. I've always been into mythology, but randomly thinking about Ganymede's myth a couple years ago now (that long!!) got me wanting to read Greek myth stuff, and I started with the Iliad (for the Trojan-related angle) and the Bibliotheke, and so. I might currently be more focused elsewhere but this is still my beloved ship <3 You can do so much with them, and, especially, I'd say, by interpreting them as mutually in love. There's obviously other m/m couples in Greek myth and even one of those that at first looks tragic doesn't need to end that way (Apollo/Hyacinthus) but there are so many reasons Zeus/Ganymede is the one that has me by the throat.

Menelaos/Paris: Honestly, looking back I'm not quite sure how I didn't zero in on this one from reading the Iliad itself the first time, because this is definitely one of the flavours of ships I love. This ship is also what led to, first, Helen/Menelaos/Paris for me and then Helen/Paris, because 99% of the time I just don't care at all about het ships. This ship is also why I currently am like I am about Paris! Make no mistake, I didn't hate or dislike him before that, either, like the majority of Tumblr (and elsewhere) seem to do; reading the Iliad I mostly thought him kinda hapless and inoffensive, so going from there and liking him wasn't that big of a step. The possibility of them having bonded during those nine days in Sparta (or in Troy!), going from friends (or more) to enemies with complicated feelings still in the background is just so damn juicy to me.

Carmilla/Laura: original novella flavour! One day I hope to do a rewrite/retelling of my own, that would definitely end with Laura going or otherwise together with Carmilla, one way or another. The way Carmilla talks to/about Laura and what they feel for each other is just. so great. The caterpillar quote. The one about Laura loving her or hating her, and especially "love will have its sacrifices; no sacrifice without blood". And you know. The boob-biting to feed is extremely inspired and very hot, even if Le Fanu undoubtedly didn't mean it that way. I don't care. They're mine now. :)

Darth Vader & Luke Skywalker: Since I am so deeply into gen&family ships aside from romantic/sexual shipping, it feels, again, like a crime not to mention these two. The ST might have broken the back of my fannish engagement in SW currently, but these two? I love them. I love Luke's impossible and earnest belief in his father's inherent goodness, I love that fucking scene at the end of ESB where Vader reaches out and Luke reflexively, despite everything, says 'father?' HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE IT???

Last song: Oh, uhh... I don't remember, but it's possible it was Teeth by 5 Seconds of Summer (happens to be one of my Helen/Paris songs for late war lol). I end up listening to a row of songs while drawing, sometimes (which is the only time I can listen to music and actually do something else at the same time), but it could have been another one, just as well.

Currently reading: Iliaden - en cover, by Dimitrios Iordanoglou, which is a (pretty heavily, sometimes) abridged and modernized version of the Iliad where the language is extremely slangy sometimes and the setting has been moved into "present day". Everyone uses guns and stuff. Apollo's main epithet is now "the Bomber" lol and he uses bombs and grenades. It's both extremely fun(ny) and really interesting, even if the language used sometimes make me wince even when I get why he's chosen it. But it's exactly because I know the changes he's made etc. that makes it extra interesting. When he keeps lines word-for-word from the Iliad they both stick out and fit in very well and it's interesting to see that, too. Also, and much longer than the above, is Paris in the Epic Tradition : a Study in Homeric Techniques of Characterization by Roberto Nickel, his thesis from 1997! I've mentioned it before; Nickel is exploring the possibility of the Iliad having changed/presented Paris (a lot) differently from how he might have been in traditional oral epic material. It's really interesting!

Last movie: Dungeon and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves! Loved it, a lot of fun, and despite how long it was, it all moved along at a good clip, nothing dragged.

Craving: Uh... :C Fics/art for my rare pairs? lol

Tagging: @a-gnosis @battlinghurricanes @crowlilies @my-name-is-apollo @scribeprotra @kebriones