#trojans band au

[kevinsdsy]

honestly i don’t think i’ll EVER write a band au because i don’t think i could pull it off (+ haven’t committed to actually writing something in so long) i’ve only ever read one or two in my life (definitely a marauders band au back in the day and maybe even newtmas??? idek) BUT having 90s damon albarn as jeremy knox fancast did inspire me to make a pinterest board soooo let me share the vibe i was going for

btw this is lowkey a reply to the following comment from @be-g0ne-thot

[codename-adler]

yk its past 3am so im going to sleep now but also i’ve had more caffeine intake than i normally do so my brain is working over hours and i’ve thought about the black hair jeremy knox headcanon

and surprisingly i have a fancast????? if jeremy knox would have black hair his fancast would be the guy playing jess in gilmore girls but specifically the way he looks in the show (i dont think i’ve ever seen anything else w him around that age so idk how different he would look in other roles)

milo ventimiglia????? girl you have so much more good faith than i 😅

i've got no clear face in mind, just like regular blond jeremy, but in the specific events of a band AU + jerm going wild & dying his hair black for the aesthetic, i very much picture a 'bad' hair dye job. as in, it's so obvious it's been dyed and that black is not his natural color, like actors physically getting into character for a role. it suits him v well, don't get me wrong!! he's always pretty.

i don't think there is a world in which i can personally imagine jeremy being naturally black-haired. best i can do is wtv this:

og trojans band au idea: @minyard-05 <3

[aftgficrec]

ack finally caught you guys open <333 thanks for all your work! I was wondering if you have any newer longer fics with realistic characterisation and writing (similar to profenity’s works maybe?) and also any non-fox Neil/andrew fics? Thank you!And sorry for the tall order;;🙏

You’ll find an abundance of non-fox andreil in our recent Staff Recs: Writers post. On our tags page under AUs, explore the shops and jobs sections or other themes from fantasy to band aus.

Fandom writer profenity is known for long, meaty explorations of canon characters and themes. Their ongoing WIP ‘The Unkindness of Ravens’ has more than 380k words and 12k+ kudos! Find it in this Raven!Neil to Fox ask under former writing name crazy_like_a. The author interacts with fans on tumblr @hopingforcoordinates. 

We’ve featured or referred to profenity’s ‘Lessons in Cartography’ and sequel ‘The Cartographer and the World’ in many asks. I’m listing some as a doorway to similar works. For something newer, try the Kevin-centric ‘A Falling Star’ series, featured here. If this answer seems cobbled together — it is. This is my subjective, limited attempt at catching lightning in a bottle. -A

check out other works in these asks that feature profenity’s ‘Lessons’ series:

must read fandom classics here

post canon continuation of The King’s Men here

Neil fights with Jack here

andreil exploring feelings, intimacy and sexuality here

in character andreil smut here

small selection of ‘not new’ recs:

‘Hold me close, in fact bury me’ and ‘Trust Fall (And Welcoming Arms)’ here

‘Black As Is The Raven, He’ll Get A Partner’ here

‘progress comes in small steps’ series here

‘Inked Truths’ series here

‘Baltimore Blues’ here

long recs for a return to fandom here

A Falling Star series by NikNak22 [Rated M/E, 245011 words, 3 complete works, Updated Nov 2023]

NB: the author credits inspiration to ‘To Be Certain We'll Be Tall Again’ by fullyvisible, featured here, now complete.

Part 1: Dead of Night (E, 101589 words) It’s Kevin’s senior year at PSU, and things are…okay. But that changes when a single question from a nosy reporter sends his life spiraling. The descent is slow and maddening – memories and trauma from his past weave together to form the image of the man that stands there today. As Kevin begins to look around him with a new and critical eye, though, he’s no longer sure that man is who he wants to be. So the question is - when faced with the truth, is it a case of Kevin finally getting what he deserves? Or is it about time to prove a lot of people (including himself) wrong? Aka the fic that’s all about Kevin Day.

tw: torture, tw: abuse, tw: child abuse, tw: rape/noncon, tw: alcohol abuse, tw: psychological abuse, tw: depression, tw: self esteem issues, tw: body dysmorphia, tw: body shaming, tw: bullying, tw: assault, tw: homophobia, tw: racism,  tw: self harm

Part 2: Darkest Before Dawn (M, 52365) “This is finally it, isn’t it?” Jeremy whispers. “Oui,” Jean says softly on Kevin’s other side. “I believe it is.” And for a moment, they look so lost. Just two little boys about to go out and face the big, wide world. So Kevin searches until both of his hands find one of theirs. He doesn’t look at them, though he feels their gazes on him. He just breathes deeply and closes his eyes. Then he squeezes their hands as he tells them, “I can’t wait to see what you’ll do next.” AKA the highs and lows of Kevin’s life after graduation and into the Pros.

tw: self esteem issues, tw: panic attacks, tw: minor character death, tw: implied/referenced assault, tw: implied/referenced eating disorders

Part 3: In the Light of Day (E, 91057) It’s been almost five years since Kevin graduated from PSU. Five years that he's played Exy professionally. Five years since he’s learned to live on his own. Five years after discovering he’s in love with his best friends, former USC Trojans Jeremy Knox and Jean Moreau. Five years since he’s figured out, they will never love him back. So, when Jeremy and Jean invite him to their house for Christmas this year, he knows this is it. It’s the finale. The last hurrah. The swan song. The final act. It’s time he lets them go, lets this foolish, one-sided love go, once and for all. But he might find this is harder than he ever expected.

tw: depression, tw: bullying, tw: self esteem issues, tw: body dysmorphia, tw: imposter syndrome, tw: implied/referenced eating disorders, tw: gaslighting, tw: ptsd, tw: dissociation, tw: implied/referenced abuse

[adamsrcnan]

little snippet of the jerejean 10 things au i'm working on !

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Jean put his arm up, pushing Elodie back into her own space and said, "Put your seatbelt on." He turned the key, shifting into reverse as the engine came to life under him.

"You're no fun." Elodie pouted.

"This is news to no one," Jean said, checking his rearview mirror. Jeremy Knox and his band of Trojans were still hanging out far too close to the rear end of his car. He scowled.

"Whatever," Elodie said, leaning over once more to address Kevin. "I'll certainly be there, Kevin."

"Oh? Will you?" Jean said, fixing her with a look again. His eyebrows raised at her audacity.

She crossed her arms over her chest and stuck her chin up, "Kevin invited me."

"Kevin can go to hell."

"Kevin is still here," the man in question chimed in. "Don't listen to him, Elodie. He's just PMS-ing"

Jean turned his incredulous stare on his best friend before stepping on the gas jerking the car back. Kevin yelped pulling back out of the window, while someone shrieked as the youths behind his car all scattered out his way.

Elodie yelled, "You almost hit Jeremy you jerk!"

Jean grumbled under his breath, "Then I clearly wasn't trying hard enough." Elodie stuck her head out of her window, calling back "Sorry Jeremy!"

Jean vaguely registered the boy shouting back, but he was already turning the car and peeling out the school parking lot as fast as possible.

~

stay tuned for more !

[specialagentartemis]

@needlesandnilbogs Alternate answer I was considering giving:

This is the title that could go with the Murderbot Diaries concept I probably won't actually write but rotate in my mind occasionally. I call it "Trojan War AU" in my head but really it is like Ultimate Bad End. The Corporation Rim has had it with this little freehold continuing to pop up in various places making a mess of things with their media, academic, and legal advocacy for things like "construct rights" and "planetary colony independence" and "welcoming escaping contract-slaves" and "corporations having to abide by laws," and are considering Preservation's rising prominence in these things to be a threat to their business models and general capacity to control their people, so they band together and muster a thousand spaceships and bomb Preservation to shit to Send A Message. Possibly including a false surrender which is Illegal but what do they care, who's going to hold them to account. It's sad it's tragic Indah is Hector and dies just as heroically and some of the Preservationers can escape and regroup on the continent that's mostly uninhabited and still in the process of terraforming and harder to track down people there. The CR has blown the station out of the sky, reduced the primary city to rubble, and Made Their Point. Mensah, her family, Pin-Lee, and Bharadwaj manage to escape to the continent; lots of other Preservationers including MB's other humans were caught in the post-war roundup of the main city which the CR went. Hey. Free workforce. Dividing them up and shipping them off to mines and factories and such because what do you do with a conquered population just sitting there for you to not have to even pretend to pay. (And then ofc Murderbot has to go track them down and rescue them because it couldn't do much on its own against a whole invading force besides try to get its humans to safety, and even though the war is over like hell is it gonna let the CR forces prevent it from doing that job.)

I sometimes think about this when I'm in a Tragedy Mood but it's probably not something I'm gonna write. 

[tyriq-edits]

In the Plain Nysa -

First Draft of the Prologue

This is an early draft of the prologue for my planned Vashwood Fanfiction "In the Plain of Nysa”.

Given this is an early draft, keep in mind that this entire chapter and even its inclusion in the final product are still subject to change.

I also haven’t written fanfics in almost two years so I am a bit rusty and thus any and all constructive criticism is very much welcome. However PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS BEFOREHAND

Content Warnings: Kidnapping, Gore, Blood, War, descriptions of amputations, mentions of murder, attempted murder, descriptions of physical torture, whipping

This level of violence presented in the prologue draft will not appear in the rest of the fan fiction however.

For further informations about this AU and its lore just look at the "in the plain of nysa” tag on my tumblr page

Prologue Draft under the cut

“Hold him down, Pylon”

“What do you think it is I’m trying to do, Lysander?”

Pylon shot his fellow soldier an annoyed look before redirecting his gaze down to the blonde youth struggling against all three trojan soldiers as they tried to keep him down on the floor.

Youth might be the wrong term to describe the wriggling gent beneath him, after all this “youth” was not just a few years but centuries older then Pylon and his comrades combined. For this boy, trashing his body around helplessly like a freshly caught fish on land, to escape his captors’ grips, was indeed a god.

Vash the recreationist.

Vash the bringer of order.

Vash the dancer.

Vash the god of peace.

It felt almost unreal to Pylon that this lad, who was flailing his legs around and fighting against the band of Trojans keeping him pinned to the ground, weiling like an abandoned kitten crying out for its mother to come and save it, was indeed an olympian. Weren’t the gods supposed to be almighty? So how come that they, a group of mere mortals, had been able to capture the messy-haired god of peace and his sister, the goddess of victory with such ease? How come they had been able to kill the goddess of victory with such ease? How come they were gonna kill the god of peace with the same amount of ease right now?

“Iphition, go get a rag or anything to stuff his mouth, he’s gonna wake up the entire neighbourhood at this rate” Lysander hissed at the youngest in their group.

“I can’t keep the brat down and also get up to grab some rags at the same time, Lysander!”

“I’ll take over for you” Pylon declared, now instead of clasping both his hands around the deity’s right arm, reaching out to grasp both of Vash’s wrists and keep them pinned above the blonde god’s head.

“Thanks Pyl” Iphition, releasing the god’s left arm from his clutches, rising from the floor, patting some of the dirt off of his garments before turning around to find anything of use to keep the divine being quiet.

Pylon did not dare to let his eyes linger on his comrades' filthy clothes longer than necessary. Those filthy…. Defiled….Bloodstained garments. Yet, looking at Lysander’s or his own vestments did not offer a more delightful view either. For they were equally filthy, equally defiled and equally blood stained. Stained with the blood of the Tesla. The blood of the goddess of victory. Reminding them of what he and his brothers in arms had done. And what they were about to do to the divine gent looking up at them with pleading, teary blue eyes.

Then again, Pylon thought, this entire room, a dark and dingy basement underneath one of Troy’s countless taverns, wasn’t hailing any differently than their attire. The floor they were kneeling on and keeping the sobbing god pressed against, was still painted in the now dried up, crimson blood of victory. In the dim flickering light of the handful of oil lamps they kept lit, Pylon spotted some loose feathers from her wings strewn around the room. The stale blood splattered onto them, having lost its warm scarlet hue and rust-coloured crust having taken its place.

It is not like killing the dual winged goddess of victory had been their plan from the start, Pylon kept trying to tell himself. It was an act of desperation. They had planned to merely kidnap the goddess of victory and her younger brother and keep them within the walls of Troy to assure Troy’s victory and a quick end to this war.

Their beloved city had been sieged by the Acheans for up to 9 years at this point. 9 years since their Prince Paris had kidnapped fair Helen of Sparta. 9 years since Menelaus had taken up arms to get his wife back. 9 years of being trapped within their own cities.

They were simply tired. Tired of waking up every morning, wondering which ones of their friends they would be forced to bury that day, or if it would be them ending up on the funerary pyre. Tired of living in fear for their family’s safety should the Acheans succeed to defeat the Trojan army and storm their city.

They had first discovered the god of peace, the youngest of holy siblings. Pylon could still clearly see in front of his inner eyes how they had spotted the son of the stars scurrying across the battlefield, hasting to the side of any wounded soldier he could find, putting his hands on them and healing their injuries. Yet what stuck out to the Trojan soldier the mist was how the deity seemingly did not discriminate between the two fronts. Whether you were a Trojan or Achean, if Vash the recreationist saw a wounded warrior he’d run to his side and help him get back on his feet.

So, they took him. When they thought no one on the battlefield was paying attention they simply grabbed the Olympian and dragged him towards their homecity.

And that was when Pylon and his two brothers in arms caught the sight of the goddess of victory flying overhead, leading the Achaean army. Pylon gazed at the ethereal deity, his mind going blank from the sheer awe, when suddenly his and Tesla’s eyes met. Those icy blues seemed to stare right into Pylon’s mortal soul and he physically felt a freezing cold shudder through his entire spine.

That was when the Trojan had realised that Vash, still being dragged towards the gates of Troy, had called out towards his sister the second he saw her. That’s when Pylon understood. That was not the gaze of a benevolent goddess of victory. This was the hateful stare of an older sister seeing her kin in danger. The trio had acted before they could truly process their thought process. Pylon remembers all too vividly as Lysanderhad had taken out his bow and arrow and pierced one of the goddesses’ wings with one clear shot, making her plummet down to the earth.

It was not meant to happen that way. But they had captured two Olympians. They only wanted to keep Victory and Peace in their city in hopes their presence alone would lead to Troy’s glorious triumph over the Acheans. By keeping victory locked and chained up in this basement and by making peace heal only Trojan soldiers from now on. That was the plan. They were going to let them go back to their fellow Olympians the second the Acheans had been defeated.

But it did not happen that way. Mighty and victorious Tesla kept trying to escape so they had to hack off her pure white pair of wings. But yet she kept on defying them. And the Acheans kept winning battle after battle. So they had to make her see that she had to work for them. Maybe then they would finally receive the blessings of victory. So they cut off her feet and legs next. Yet the Acheans kept winning.

So the trio began to grow desperate in the face of the Achaean army getting closer and closer to storming their cherished hometown. They even tried whipping the goddess’s darling baby brother Vash in front of her with such velocity that chunks of his skin and flesh flew off with each crack of the nine tailed whip. However this ended up being counter productive rather fast as well. For even though seeing her little brother in such pain had managed to sway the fair haired goddess of triumph to let the Trojans win some battles against the Acheans at long last, the injuries inflicted onto the god of peace proved to be so severe that he had become physically too weak to even crawl towards the hurt Trojan soldiers, let alone heal their wounds.

Having seemingly been backed against a wall with their “safe ticket to victory” refusing to work for them and their “divine healer” out of commission, they saw themselves forced to act fast.

So , in a last act of despair they did the unthinkable. They took an axe and hacked the goddess of victory into tiny little pieces of bone and flesh, handing them out to the soldiers so each and everyone of them would be fighting with a bit of victory at their side. A finger for Aeneas, a toe for Polybus, an earlobe for Glaucus…

It is for the safety of our friends and family. For our home… is what Pylon tried to tell himself as he watched Lysander’s axe come crashing down onto the poor goddess. The sounds of her flesh being ripped open, the bones cracking into halves and quarters and the goddesses piercing screams slowly dying down…. no matter how much Pylon tried to delude himself with thoughts of “we are doing this for our loved ones” he could never forget them. Hearing them every time he closed his eyes had been plaguing him every night since they had murdered Tesla. A part of him almost hoped the Acheans would just kill him at this point so he could finally be freed from this guilt.

Yet, at the same time looking back at their horrific act, what had shocked Pylon more than the fact that a deity could be wounded and killed in the first place, was how human their blood seemed. He recalled the stories his mother had told him as a small child. How gods could not bleed. How through the deathless beings’ veins flowed instead the ethereal fluid of ichor. He had always imagined for it to shine golden like the sun itself. But instead it was red. Like his.

Yet they still had one last problem: Their joker, Vash, who was supposed to provide infinite healing to the Trojan troops was still far too weak to actively heal any of their soldiers. So Lysander suggested to do it all over again.

“Please”

The pathetic little whimper ripped Pylon out of his thoughts and he once again looked down on the tear filled eyes of the youngest star born deity.

“Please. You don’t have to do this. Please”

His grip tightened, leading to another sob escaping the blonde’s throat. He could not exactly say why the Olympian’s please made him so angry. Was it truly anger he was feeling? Or was it perhaps guilt? But for what exactly? Guilt over murder? But he had killed countless men over the past 9 years on the battlefield. How is this any different from the countless innocent men he had slain before the gates of Troy?

“You think we’d do this if we didn’t have to?” Lysander growled before Pylon could even get a chance to answer Vash himself. The oldest among the three soldiers glared at Vash, while holding down the deity’s legs so he’d finally stop kicking the air around them.

Staring at his companion’s face, Pylon couldn’t help but notice the deep dark bags underneath his eyes, the glassy haze laying over his pupils like thick fog, the new strands of grey hair adorning both his beard and mane. The Trojan had known both Lysander and Iphition since his earliest childhood, literally having grown up with them like brothers. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling as if both his comrades had aged far more rapidly in the past few days since the goddess’s death than over the entire past decade since this forsaken war’s beginning. The way both their faces have grown haggard, with their deeply sunken in eyes, a permanent frown plastered over profile, acting as witnesses to sleepless nights his friends must have suffered through lately. Just like him. Pylon knew he could never say it out loud but it was almost strangely comforting to know that he was not the only one battling with this whirlwind of emotions their cruel deed had left behind. Be that as it may, Pylon also could not rid himself of the underlying realisation that he barely recognises his two best friends anymore. Were these men, pushing aside their own discomfort as they readied themselves for yet another godly slaughter, the same two boys he had shared so many happy moments with over the course of his life? As much as Pylon hoped that they could all just return to the how things used to be after the war, joking with his friends as they shared wine and freshly picked fruit, he knew it was not meant to be. Daring another glimpse at his companion’s face he was once again met with the harrowing reality that the pain, grime and the haunting spectre of their shared sin most likely had changed the three of them for all eternity on every level of their existence with no hope of going back to their once careless and hope-filled younger selves. From their physical appearance all the way down to the very core of their soul.

“Iphition what’s taking you so long?! We are running out of time. Troy is running out of time.” Lysander yapped at the youngest of the trio. Observing his youngest friend’s gloomy expression and paleness, Pylon knew that Iphition was struggling with the shame of their crime on the inside just like him. Despite his comrade’s lifelong reluctance to verbally express his thoughts and feelings, the soldier had known the olive-skinned man long enough to pick up on quirks and hints when Iphition was being plagued by or uncomfortable with something. Such as for example right now him having taken his sweet time trying to find some cloth. He had been stalling time. Trying to prolong the time to perhaps mentally prepare himself before the… execution.

“I’m here, I’m here.” Iphition mumbled, approaching the two other warriors, holding a simple linen cloth in his hand “it’s not much but it’s the best i could find.”

“Well then hurry up, stuff the brat’s mouth and go get my axe.”

“Got it” Iphition responded, more to appease Lysander than because he is somehow eager to watch yet another Olympian get dismembered, kneeling down once more beside the blonde god.

“Please. Please, I am begging you. Don’t do this!” The Olympian wailed, his eyes fixed on Pylon with the same intense stare as Tesla when she had first seen him on the battlefield almost a month ago at this point. Yet his eyes were not filled with righteous rage. They shone with… hope? Pity? Or was it perhaps sadness? Whatever it was, just looking directly at this pair of deep blues made Pylon’s heart wrench and he instantly averted his gaze, looking instead at some imaginary point on the opposite wall.

He heard the muffled sounds of Iphition forcing the balled up piece of cloth past Vash’s lips and vaguely noticing as his comrade went to grab Lysanders trusted axe before once again grabbing the blond god’s left arm and keeping it pinned to the ground.

Pylon felt his heart rate picking up when he could see Lysander’s shadow on the wall. Axe in hand, risen up high over his head. Pylon couldn’t tell if it was the flickering of the candles’ flames or not but he could see his friend’s grip on the axe seeming a bit… shaky? It was almost as if Lysander were hesitating.

However the soldier had no chance to ponder that thought any longer as the stifled screams and cries for mercy and the panicked trashing of the god beneath him was the only thing the soldier registered before he could feel the blast of cold air hitting his face as Lysander’s axe came crashing down onto the god’s left arm.

Another muffled cry of pain rang through his ears before it slowly ebbed into pitiful sobs of pain.

“That was the first arm.” Lysander’s booming voice broke the silence “Now onto the right on-“

Suddenly the murky basement’s door got thrown open, flying off of its hinges, the windblast of the the sheer force blowing out all the candles and oil lamps strewn around the cellar.

“Who in the Chronos’ name do you think you a-“ Lysander attempted to yell at the intruder but his voice failed him the very second he saw it. Even while hidden behind a boar tusk helmet he could see them clearly. Those same golden locks and those captivating blue eyes.

“L-Lord Nai!”

[tma-entity-song-poll]

Battle of the Fear Bands B2R4: The Corruption

BlackBoxWarrior:

“A song about a man struggling with his health (be it mental or physical). The song makes the treatment seem inhumane and just as terrifying as the initial problem. It’s almost like he’s getting sicker and sicker but just won’t die.”

Thermodynamic Lawyer:

““Disease is her primary language” - every line of this is filled with rot and disease and bugs and it’s 100% corruption.”

Lyrics below the line!

BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA:

Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges Roman candles at both ends in his synapses And the method with which he recycled his humors Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior He skipped this town and headed straight down history Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose Around his Lotus jugular when they came Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne" "Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics" His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend He wondered if Christ Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Hello, welcome, why don't you take a seat? Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to Now what's bothering you? Well, why don't we start at the beginning Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs Did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands? Your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your STR'd strands? Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus' bloody nose Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole Did you die before your day? Thursday traction, Tuesday titration My hope is to assess through my objective report of Your subjective conjecture Whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this Transorbital ice pick Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea? It's about the best we could come up with, what, you think ideas spread because they're good? No, they spread because people like them So now here we are once again, holding As it were, a mirror up to your mirror I guess it's just something people do

A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function Coital machinations of the dead Well, you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus And learn to be an animal instead But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi causes Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem Not the things you do but something sick inside Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective CBT don't seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects You've lost your mind and almost lost your life before So you'll be fine

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, and why would you want to look back? I mean, it's no good looking back, so try to look forward now For what? For what? For what it's worth If they were going to get you boy, they would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down…

Thermodynamic Lawyer Esq, G.F.D:

(I hold myself in contempt) Tearing the hair off a black baboon's skull Here's a bitch with some four-thousand names Vomiting lies through her theremin throat As some businessmen pick at her brains Pulls back skinny lips to reveal a proboscis Seems Seth Brindle's at it again Tears pages from spines as she judges the cover And shamelessly spoils the end Blood vessels drying and curling inside are Unfurling from out of her wrists Well, she wrings out a snake and collects all its poison Intending to learn it to hiss Foams at the mouth with a head full of acid And giving some poor illness the blame Knocking the pieces the fuck off the chessboard Insisting that she's won the game So all that I see absolute entropy As the chemical bonds fall apart Well, it seems she broke me But I swear she could not break my heart She could not break my heart, oh lord Makes up excuses for throbbing black bruises And uses them to her advantage Never came down from her last trip, oh Jesus Disease is her primary language Garbled and gruesome, her words so absurd Like a herd of transmissions from Apollo 13 No apology, I request misery So no rest 'til I've twisted her chest round my knee So squeal like a trolley wheel, cry like a baby With autism strapped to a ceiling fan Soil your visage with mucus and twisting of features unable to stand Buckle your knees looking up at me And beg me to spare thee the back of my hand For the sake of humanity, die of your blight We're blessed, you're barren as Mojave sands So all that I see absolute entropy As the chemical bonds fall apart Well, it seems she broke me But I swear she could not break my heart, whoa Now all that I see absolute entropy As the chemical bonds fall apart Well, it seems she broke me But I swear, she can go fucking die (kill yourself) You can go fucking die (kill yourself) Go fucking die (kill yourself) Kill yourself and go die

[ammstify]

Welp, I'm gonna finally talk about it, especially since my moot @greetings-inferiors told me to do it, and my best friend said it was okay!

The self indulgent Persona AU I made for my friend and I's silly, gay, adult men ocs because I'm obsessed with this franchise!

(***NOTE: This post will be split into two parts, 1. To give both characters equal attention, and 2. So it's easier to read! Also will be referring to the characters by their first name initials, sorry!)

Firstly, let's begin with a slight introduction to our first character who I will be discussing; My best friends OC and special man, F.

F is a 27 (if 2022) year old guy, or 32-33 during Persona 3's time (2009-2010), or 41 during Persona 5's time (2016). Regardless though, he's a chubby-ish dorky blond that's a mixture of masc punk and cozy femme cottagecore (depending on the day), who loves nature, playing the guitar, cooking, and hiking through the woods. He is very sweet, excitable, kind, and a complete and utter dork that tries to find the good in everything.

However, much like many ocs of mine and my friends, he also has his own trauma and demons. But, through the love and support of his boyfriend/husband N (my handsome man), he learns to overcome and live with the trauma, while healing the metaphorical and physical wounds on his body into scars.

F's chosen Persona of course is the Mythological hero of the Trojan War, and the central character of Homer's Iliad, Achilles! The Persona takes the form of a humanoid person, with both masculine and feminine qualities, their body wrapped around and balancing upon their golden spear as if it were a pole dancer.

Most of their body is suspended in the air other than for one foot, which touches the floor, representing how all of Achilles' body was impervious other than his heel, due to it being the only part not dipped within the River Styx as a baby. Alongside that, not only does Achilles' body being suspended represent him being a pseudo-demigod, but also F's high on life attitude, feeling free and happy but still having his own vulnerabilities.

The overall Persona's clothing scheme is a sort've punkish Greek armor, combining a leather strap harness with a corset. Its arms are covered with mesh, studded leather bands etched with the alchemical symbol of Achilles, elbow pads with etchings similar to his shield, spiked wristbands, and fingerless studded gloves. Around their waist is a loose cloth skirt, similar to the red cape Achilles often is depicted donning. They also wear clunky platform boots with Greek sandal styled strapping, with an arrow pierced through the heel of the foot touching the floor. And last but not least, atop the Personas head is a studded Trojan helmet, where a long and luxurious mane of golden hair spills out from the top, taking the place of the plume.

For F, the feminine and masculine qualities of the Persona's outfit represents both his love of punk themed clothes, but also his comfort within his sexuality and gender. The mesh around its arms, the big platform boots, the spikes, and the mohawk are all common items that F has worn before. And in terms of mythological lore, Achilles was regarded to be a masculine and feminine man. During a part of his life, he even comfortably hid as a woman while living on the island of Skyros. It also gives off a sense of etherealness by making the Persona stand out, while balancing colors of black, white, gold, and red, common colors associated with both F and Achilles!

I'm not entirely sure what Arcana Achilles would be, but I'm kinda learning towards either Sun or Chariot! It would likely utilize Agi/Fire magic but focus more on physical skills and some general skills, like Tarukaja, Makajama, or Marin Karin!

So what about his SEES costume? Or his Phantom Thieves outfit in the Metaverse?

For his SEES gear, it would probably be a punk, modified earthy green denim jacket with all sorts of patches and messy writing, with the SEES armband over his left arm and shoulder. F would have a simple tshirt, with baggy 2000's style jeans, some clunky boots, and a black half skirt with a white belt and his Evoker! And over the shoulder, like Yukari and Junpei, he'd have a connecting white strap where he'd hook his big shield as his weapon. Very chaotic and messy, but very him!

Also yes, his weapon is a shield because I couldn't figure out where to places Achilles' signature shield, and thought it would be fitting if F carried one! Not to mention, a tactical shield or ultimate weapon of Achilles' shield would be SICK!

And no, it was not intentional that F too is an excitable, blond haired, pansexual punk with a Persona that represents masculinity and femininity, that uses physical skills and carries a shield, like a certain other someone whose name rhymes with Manji.

....

Mostly.

Anyway! For his Phantom Thieves costume, its kinda simple and a little similar to his Persona! Only, F would have a studded black chest plate, with a black-brown under shirt/cover for his arms, gloves with silver knuckles and red palms, puffy black-brown pants, and some big clunky belted punk boots. He would also have a similar around the waist and over the shoulder belt to carry his shield, and a red wraparound cloth to emulate the skirts Trojan's wore. Like Achilles, he too would have a black and red Trojan styled mask, with studs and spikes lining it, and his mohawk poking through! Think kinda like Yoshida's design from ScruffyTurtles Adult Confidants AU! But yknow, a little more punk!

Of course, we can't forget his Codename, which would just be.... Trojan.

Yeah, its a little simple abd on the nose, but I liked the idea since its befitting of him! The only alternative would probably be Valkyrie, but he's not really Valkyrie themed, and I don't wanna use Titan since ScruffyTurtles used that for their AU Yoshida!

So you might asking, "Ammy, the guy is almost ten years older than the entire cast of Persona 3, and would be in his 40's during Persona 5. What setting would he be in??"

Honestly? Probably none of them! But I just liked the idea of him and N as older Persona users, similar to Zenkichi from P5 Strikers, Kasukabe from P5 Tactica, or the entire cast of P2: Eternal Punishment! Realistically, neither of these characters would probably interact with or exist during the games, let alone even INTERACT with the casts! I just liked the thought of them discovering themselves and fighting with their own Personas, with their own unique attacks and stuff!

As for the other elephant in the room; "Why doesn't he have a Persona 5 themed Persona that's a trickster?"

Well, there's a few parts to this issue.

Because F and N are lovers that aid each other, I wanted their Personas to be characters that are connected together, representing their complex relationship and devotion to one another.

In terms of Tricksters who were actually a gay couple, there was only that really came to mind recently: Stede Bonnet aka "The Gentleman Pirate" and Edward Teach aka "Blackbeard.

While a smart idea, not only do I feel weird using characters who many associate with Our Flag Means Death (a kinda-but-not historical fiction show which is VERY popular.)

But also the main issue; Both of these tricksters were AWFUL people in real life. Stede Bonnet was someone who kept slaves and was a bumbling buffoon who admittedly, caused more harm than good as a pirate. I think it'd be awkward and idiotic on my part to give him to either characters, since F isn't racist and N is POC.

Meanwhile Blackbeard on the other hand was ruthless, FAR more ruthless than Kidd, who SA'ed women, took slaves upon his ship (though he did free some), and likely more.

And overall, their relationship was... Not really gay in real life? They were more awkward friends, and aren't quite like Achilles and Patroclus, whom of which had a lot of romantic subtext within their respective ancient epics and stories.

So, unless if someeone can find a historical gay couple/pair who had gay subtext, who were tricksters, I'm sticking with Achilles and Patroclus! (Also yeah spoiler, Patroclus is N's Persona!)

Anyway, this is getting pretty long so, I hope you all enjoyed reading this! This took awhile to make, but my best friend encouraged me to ramble about it and I thought it'd be a fun, slow way to introduce you guys to our boys! Especially sine they will be slowly becoming more prominent as times goes on.

Keep a look out for Part 2 where I write about N and his Persona, Patroclus!

Part 1 - Part 2

[kevinsdsy]

ok i'm looking around and at various idea/images for band au thoughts and i swear i DIDNT EVEN SEARCH FOR IT but look what came up

^^^^^^ jeremy and shawn. To me

SHDJDHFJF ITS MEANT TO BE ‼️ the jeremy knox to 90s damon albarn to band au pipeline is very very real y’all

[mrxcreepypastamadness]

Here's my official WIP for Trojan Vanellope.

Trojan Vanellope

Appearances:

• Skullgirls 2nd Encore (Wreck-It-Ralph AU canon)

• Friday Night Funkin': Sugar Rush Madness

• Power Coin (Upcoming spin-off series)

About: Trojan Vanellope is a villainous alteration of Vanellope for the Wreck-It-Ralph AU canon for Skullgirls 2nd Encore story mode and the upcoming spinoff for the Power Coin series. In the original story mode for Skullgirls 2nd Encore, Vanellope becomes Trojan Vanellope when she is controlled/possessed by the Zeus computer virus and carries out full-on-war against the entire Canopy Kingdom, The Medici Mafia, The Skullgirl, including her creator from Lab 0, Valentine.

Bio (Story Mode):

In the aftermath of the Canopy Kingdom's war against the Medici Mafia, the kingdom was left vulnerable, providing the perfect opportunity for the rogue Zeus virus from Lab 0 to execute their plan to reshape the world in their own image. Seizing the moment, the digital virus itself infiltrated the project Vanellope in the tube and possessed her body, forcing her to carry out unspeakable acts against the Canopy Kingdom.

Vanellope, under the influence, embarked on a destructive path, leaving a trail of bloodshed as she moved through the castle, taking the lives of numerous Black Egret soldiers and her other rebellious victims that encountered her along the way. Her rampage was only opposed when Valentine intervened, preventing her from harming Princess Parasoul and obtaining her Power Coin.

The conflict between Vanellope and Valentine unfolded a fierce war, with both women displaying equal power in their confrontations. However, Trojan Vanellope's battles merely served as a distraction. Once she was strong enough, Trojan Vanellope possessed a vast army of Black Egrets and commanded them in the background to collect every Power Coin scattered across the Canopy Kingdom.

In the final battle with with Valentine, Trojan Vanellope absorbed and collected Power Coins, making her completely unstoppable. Both Valentine and Princess Parasoul were effortlessly killed by Trojan Vanellope. As the Zeus virus observed the destruction wrought by Vanellope under their influence, they decided to relinquish their possession of her to taunt and mentally break her, saying "Is there anything more painful than seeing those you love die?". However, Vanellope used his regained control to end the Zeus virus's plans by stabbing herself in the chest. The Zeus virus tries to repossess and control her in time, but it was too late.

Voicelines:

1. Skullgirls 2nd Encore (Canon AU):

• "You come here to challenge me? Then face me!"

• "Then face me!"

• "Come face your doom!"

• "Nothing can stop me from absorbing the Power Coins!"

• "I had it with you!"

• "Give us your power now!"

• "You stupid mortal!"

• "Your struggling is pointless, we had already won."

• "Your pathetic struggles cannot sway for the likes of I."

• "Especially even the Mafia cannot stop me."

• "Of all histories greatest monsters, you are by far the most wackiest fool I ever encountered."

• "Aw, what's the matter princess? Don't you recognize your own royal friend?"

• "When the feline beast is out of the cage, I will be more than honored to slay the beast."

• "Your pathetic existance will be eliminated just like all the others."

• "Pity, I thought you knew me very well my creator."

• "Even pathethic demons like you get in my way to victory."

• "Your very pathetic for an undead corpse to face your inevitable demise."

• "Big Band? No, how about a big mechanized machine waiting to be controlled."

• "You're nothing but a carbon copy, Your existence is useless."

• "I will not serve with the likes of the Crimson Scourge like you, it is time for you to die."

• "You're nothing but an arrogant fool, trying to be a hero."

• "Looks like I missed one, don't worry, *chuckling* I'll make this quick."

• "Well well well, if it isn't my arch-nemesis of the stars; Annie.

• "Foolish child, you don't even know who you are dealing with."

• "Just as your attempts to stop me have failed."

• "Once I find the Skull Heart, do know I will destroy it's pathetic existance.

2. Friday Night Funkin': Sugar Rush Madness (Content Candy Cosmos):

Trojan Vanellope (Game Over Lines):

• "Is there anything more painful than seeing those you love...

Die...

• Just as your attempts to stop me have failed. And now...

You will die...

• You never stood a chance to begin with.

• "AH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAAAAAH!"

[cr-amber]

WIP GAME

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

thank you @twisted-tales-told @messrsage and @neaverse for the tags!

uhhh draft of sorts, draft 3 i think? - i think that possibly, maybe i’m falling for you

dancing in a snow globe, 'round and 'round

why they lost their minds and fought the wars

Marauders band au

Dancing on my own but make it jegulus

Another Bad Day

Dear Diary (what if i told you i’m a mastermind)

i do have more docs than that but these are all the ones i've actually worked on recently so they're what i'm sticking with!

no pressure tags: @sophsicle @berrylou @ye-olde-trojan-horse @killianthefirst

[b2bcybersecurity]

Cyberkriminalität: Das Endziel ist immer klar - Geld!

Cyberkriminalität ist ein Business das Geld verdienen will. Es unterliegt Trends, greift aktuelle Entwicklungen auf und ist permanent im Wandel. So ist der Ein- und Ausblick denn auch immer nur eine Momentaufnahme oder ein Trend, wie etwa die Übernahme anfälliger signierter Treiber und Taktiken staatlicher Gruppen. Die Wiederverwendung bestehender Angriffstechniken und das Aufkommen neuer Angriffe sind in der Bedrohungslandschaft üblich. Cyberkriminelle verwenden oft erfolgreiche Tools und Techniken weiter und werden dies so lange tun, bis sie nicht mehr funktionieren. So John Shier, Field CTO Commercial bei Sophos. Cyberkriminelle sind extrem anpassungsfähig Einige ändern und passen ihre Tools und Techniken an, um sie an neuen Zielen auszurichten oder ähnliche Schwachstellen auf neue Weise auszunutzen. Mit der technologischen Entwicklung entstehen jedoch auch neue Angriffsmethoden, und Angreifer suchen ständig nach neuen Wegen, um Sicherheitsmaßnahmen zu umgehen. Angesichts immer besserer Schutzmöglichkeiten haben wir beobachtet, dass Cyberkriminelle anfällige signierte Treiber übernehmen, um Endpoint Detection and Response (EDR)-Tools zu umgehen. Wir beobachten auch, dass Cyberkriminelle nationalstaatlichen Gruppen nacheifern, indem sie deren Tools und Taktiken in ihre Angriffspläne integrieren. Methode egal bei Cybergangster: das Ziel ist immer Geld Der bevorzugte Angriff variiert dabei von Cyberkriminellen zu Cyberkriminellen und hängt weitgehend von ihren Motiven, Fähigkeiten und der Möglichkeit ab, ihre Angriffe zu Geld zu machen. Die Motive und Know-how von Initial Access Brokers (IABs) beispielsweise konzentrieren sich darauf, im Netzwerk eines Unternehmens Fuß zu fassen und diesen Zugang an andere Cyberkriminelle zu verkaufen. Ransomware-Banden sind darauf spezialisiert, hochwertige Ziele wie Server zu verschlüsseln und in vielen Fällen auch Daten zu stehlen. Einige Cyberkriminelle sind Experten im Ausnutzen von Sicherheitslücken. Welcher Angriff auch immer bevorzugt wird, das Endziel ist klar: Geld. Die meistwiederholten Attacken sind diejenigen, die den besten Erfolg versprechen. Bislang bestehen sie aus einer Ausnutzung von Schwachstellen und Phishing. Diese beiden Angriffsmethoden ermöglichen die meisten Netzwerkverletzungen, die oft zu der gängigsten Bedrohung führen: Ransomware. Ransomware bleibt die meistverbreitete Bedrohung für Unternehmen Viele große und kleine Unternehmen aus den unterschiedlichsten Branchen werden täglich Opfer von Ransomware. So wurden beispielsweise allein im März 459 Ransomware-Angriffe gemeldet.Fast ein Drittel dieser Angriffe war auf eine Zero-Day-Schwachstelle imGoAnywhere MFT-Tool für die sichere Dateiübertragung zurückzuführen, die angeblich von der Cl0p-Ransomware-Bande ausgenutzt wurde, um innerhalb von 10 Tagen Daten von vermeintlich 130 Opfern zu stehlen. Eine weitere Zero-Day-Schwachstelle in einem ähnlichen Softwareprodukt, MOVEit Transfer, wird derzeit aktiv von Cyberkriminellen ausgenutzt, wobei viele bekannte Unternehmen betroffen sind. Es ist wichtig sich darüber im Klaren zu sein, dass Ransomware stets die letzte Stufe eines erfolgreichen Angriffs ist, zu dem auch Informationsdiebstahl, Downloader-Trojaner, Cryptominers und viele andere Bedrohungen gehören. Lieferketten sind vermutlich ein kommendes Angriffsziel Was die kommenden Monate angeht, können wir vermutlich von vermehrten Angriffen auf die Lieferkette ausgehen. Diese Attacken scheinen auf dem Vormarsch zu sein. Kompromittierungen der Lieferkette sind für Cyberkriminelle sehr attraktiv, da sie ihnen Zugang zu mehreren Opfern auf einmal verschaffen können. Solange die Cyberkriminellen hiermit Geld erbeuten können, werden diese Angriffe für sie effektiv sein und weitergehen. Unternehmen sollten daher nicht nur sicherstellen, dass sie gegen direkte Angriffe gewappnet , sondern auch in der Lage sind, Angriffe von vertrauenswürdigen Partnern abzuwehren. Robuste Sicherheitspraktiken sind nötig Da sich die Angriffsfläche immer weiter vergrößert, ist es für Einzelpersonen, Organisationen und Regierungen wichtig, wachsam zu bleiben, robuste Sicherheitspraktiken zu implementieren und in Bedrohungsdaten, proaktive Überwachung und Reaktionsmöglichkeiten auf Vorfälle zu investieren. Regelmäßige Sicherheitsbeurteilungen, Patch-Management, Schulungen von Mitarbeitenden und Partnerschaften mit Cybersicherheitsfachleuten sind entscheidend, um neuen Bedrohungen im sich ständig verändernden Cyberspace einen Schritt voraus zu sein.     Passende Artikel zum Thema Lesen Sie den ganzen Artikel

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

modern aus of things like hades always seem hard to do bc of the 'does greek mythology exist' conundrum, but i think the funniest way to solve this is have everyone keep their names but if anything greek myth related comes up give the myths modern names

like,, au where achilles and patroclus go to history class and learn about the trojan war, fought by famed mythological heroes kyle and patrick. au where dionysus shows someone hit song 'the cult of dennis' by popular band, the ryan experience. the comedic potential is endless

[tma-entity-song-poll]

Battle of the Fear Bands B2R3: The Corruption

Entomologists:

BlackBoxWarrior:

“A song about a man struggling with his health (be it mental or physical). The song makes the treatment seem inhumane and just as terrifying as the initial problem. It’s almost like he’s getting sicker and sicker but just won’t die.”

Lyrics below the line!

Entomologists:

I hear, humming Buzzing, buzzing Today marks one long dream Burrowed deep inside Sallowing faces Leaving me behind They talk about me, see? I can hear them They call their friends Entomologists Knock on wood, but I'd rather stay alone And isolate intuition from unknown You've bent my world, now, I'll never figure out What it means, when I see, infestations in my dreams Today marks two long dreams Festering away Sallowing bodies Crawling on all fours They talk about me They get in real close They call themselves Metamorphosis Knock on wood, but I'd rather stay alone And isolate intuition from unknown You've bent my world, now, I'll never figure out What it means, when I see, infestations in my dreams

BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA:

Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges Roman candles at both ends in his synapses And the method with which he recycled his humors Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior He skipped this town and headed straight down history Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose Around his Lotus jugular when they came Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne" "Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics" His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend He wondered if Christ Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Hello, welcome, why don't you take a seat? Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to Now what's bothering you? Well, why don't we start at the beginning Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs Did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands? Your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your STR'd strands? Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus' bloody nose Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole Did you die before your day? Thursday traction, Tuesday titration My hope is to assess through my objective report of Your subjective conjecture Whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this Transorbital ice pick Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea? It's about the best we could come up with, what, you think ideas spread because they're good? No, they spread because people like them So now here we are once again, holding As it were, a mirror up to your mirror I guess it's just something people do

A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function Coital machinations of the dead Well, you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus And learn to be an animal instead But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi causes Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem Not the things you do but something sick inside Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective CBT don't seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects You've lost your mind and almost lost your life before So you'll be fine For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, and why would you want to look back? I mean, it's no good looking back, so try to look forward now For what? For what? For what it's worth If they were going to get you boy, they would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down…

[ellynneversweet]

Whichever side of the ‘Dante counts as fanfic’ debate you fall on, you’ll think better with a coffee in hand. These mugs feature a mashup of mid-century paperback and contemporary site design and two original logos, overlaid with meme-tastic summaries of The Divine Comedy in four versions (Inferno, Purgatorio, Paradiso, and Omnibus) that should not under any circumstances be mistaken for study guides. Available on Redbubble.

Additional pictures and transcriptions of the back text below the cut:

Inferno Part 1 of The Divine Comedy Dante_Alighieri The Bible, Classical Rome RPF, Greek Mythology

   Dante Alighieri&Publius Vergilius Maro, Paolo Malatesta/Francesca da Polenta,  Dante Alighieri (OC), Virgil,  Homer, Charon, Lucifer, Ulysses, Diomedes, Nimrod, Cerberus, Jason (The Argonautica), Julius Caesar, Judas Iscariot, Brutus, Cassius, King Minos, Thaïs, Nicholas III, Brunetto Latini, Farinata degli Uberti, Pietro della Vigna, Count Ugolino, Archbishop Ruggieri of Pisa, Filippo Argenti, Ezzelino III da Romano, Guido da Montefeltro, Bertrand de Born, Master Adam of Brescia, Mordred (Arthuriana), Ganelon (The Song of Roland) burn book poetry, afterlife!au, philosophy, theology, self-insert protagonist, everyone you love is dead, ensemble cast spanning all of recorded history, angst, damnation, torture, gore, vore, BEES, hell freezing over, demonic possession, rains of fire and rivers of blood, shapeshifting, rocks fall everyone’s already dead, dead dove do not eat, never meet your idols, rap battles, cool motive still adultery, in which the author borrows heavily from Aristotle, Boniface VIII has sacred offices if you have coin, calling out the Church, author doesn't believe in the Church's Temporal Power and will die on that hill, demonic ass-trumpets, suspiciously specific prophecy, Florence is empty and all the assholes are in Hell, Pisa’s magistrates are as crooked as their bell tower, face God (until He twists your head around) and walk backwards into Hell, abseiling off Satan’s back hair, stars in their multitudes

"Abandon all hope, ye who enter here."

Lost in the woods on Good Friday, Dante encounters a ghost.

Purgatorio Part 2 of The Divine Comedy Dante_Alighieri The Bible, Classical Rome RPF, Greek Mythology 

  Dante Alighieri&Publius Vergilius Maro, Dante Alighieri/Beatrice Portinari Dante Alighieri (OC), Virgil, Beatrice Portinari, Cato the Younger, Manfred of Sicily, Belacqua (OC), Rudolph I, Ottokar II, Philip the Bold, Henry III, Currado Malaspina, Nino Visconti, Oderisi of Gubbio, Guido del Duca, Marco Lombardo, Adrian V, Hugh the Great, Statius, Forese Donati, Bonagiunta Orbicciani,  Guido Guinizelli,  Arnaut Daniel, Cimabue  burn book poetry, afterlife!au, philosophy, theology, self-insert protagonist, everyone you love is dead, ensemble cast spanning all of recorded history, waiting for God(ot), making amends, saints and sinners, redemption, courtly love, confession, second chances, hurt/comfort, mountain climbing, spiritual boot-camp, it’s not technically torture if they don’t have a corporeal form, but being told to walk through a wall of fire is still pretty alarming, student surpassing the master, in which the author posits that sin is just love inverted, pride vs humility, envy vs generosity, wrath vs meekness, sloth vs zeal, avarice vs moderation, gluttony vs temperence, lust vs chastity, suspiciously specific prophecy, magically-induced memory loss, gardening in Eden, stars in their multitudes

As ants, in their dark company, will touch their muzzles, each to each, perhaps to seek news of their fortunes and their journeyings.

Dante and Virgil come to the shore of Purgatory at dawn, and once more start to climb. Dante learns of challenges he has yet to face, and rediscovers a love he’d thought lost forever. 

Paradiso Part 3 of The Divine Comedy Dante_Alighieri Dante Alighieri/Beatrice Portinari

  Dante Alighieri, Beatrice Portinari, Piccarda Donati, Constance I of Sicily, Justinian I, Charles Martel of Anjou, Cunizza da Romano, Folquet de Marseilles, St Thomas Aquinas, Albertus Magnus, Gratian, Peter Lombard, King Solomon, Dionysius the Areopagite, Orosius, Boethius, Isadore of Seville, The Venerable Bede, Richard of Saint Victor, Siger of Brabant, St Bonaventure, Cacciaguida, Joshua, Judas Maccabeus, Charlemagne, Roland (The Song of Roland), Godfrey of Bouillon, King David, Hezekiah, Trajan, Constantine I, William II of Sicily, Ripheus the Trojan (The Aeneid), Peter Damian, The Virgin Mary, Peter the Apostle, St James the Greater, John the Apostle, St Bernard, The Everlasting Gardener burn book poetry, afterlife!au, philosophy, theology, self-insert protagonist, everyone you love is dead, ensemble cast spanning all of recorded history, suspiciously specific prophecy, extensive discussion of virtue, Deus Ex Machina, HEA, meeting the man behind the curtain, revelation, further up and further in, all dogs go to heaven (except Cerberus), improbably large marching band formations, ineffable astronomy, O, swear not by the moon th' inconstant moon,  stars in their multitudes 

Loveliness which, even as we climb the steps of this eternal palace, blazes with more brightness; were it not tempered here, would be so brilliant that, as it flashed, your mortal faculty would seem a branch a lightning bolt has cracked.

Virgil returns to Limbo. Dante prepares to meet his Maker.

The Divine Comedy Dante_Alighieri the complete work: Inferno, Purgatorio, Paradiso The Bible, Classical Rome RPF, Greek Mythology

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[kevinsdsy]

thinking about how i get ALL the aftg characters into the band au (bc i do want the trojans/foxes bands to like. meet maybe at a music festival or something)

so i'm thinking. katelyn and the vixens?? girlband?? so naturally this immediately came to mind

plus i'm #1 kateaaron lover so aaron as a drummer who's dating a singer is very important to me 😭😭

ps do the trojans have a cheer squad?? like i assume that they do but i cant remember if they're ever mentioned in TSC if sooo then i am so close to just inventing some cheerleaders to go in this sgjsgd

KATELYN + THE VIXENS AS A GIRLBAND WOULD BE SO MUCH FUN and i think just a girl fits her vibe so well (at least how i envision her) ntm band!kateaaron would be SO MUCH FUN !!!!

i would assume the trojans have a cheer squad tbh but i don’t think they’ve ever been mentioned (and if they did i’ve missed that)