#was she watching her chosen hero betray her?

[ethannku]

something something jason and piper were forced into a relationship and still managed to love each other, maybe not in the way they were “meant” to but in a way that they chose for themselves, and the moment they tried to explore that other, different, “wrong” love they were punished for it

[recreationalfanfics]

Record of Justice: Wonder Woman! Reader HCs

I am so gay for Diana.

- Brunhilde doesn't HESITAITE to choose you as one of her champions, seeing as you're both demi-gods who come from a warrior race of women, I can see you and her honestly having a lot in common together.

- But yeah, no, Diana's whole thing is that she wants to save the world of man so even of Brunhilde didn't choose her, you would have still chosen to fight because it was your duty.

- So Wonder Woman has multiple origins: Her original one being that she was born from clay by her mother but there are versions she has a dad which kinda switches between Hades and Zeus. Zeus will be your father in this case because I genuinely like the idea of him blowing his fucking gasket when he sees you enter in the side of humanity.

- "YOU KNOW HER, YOU LOVE HER: LADIES AND GENTLEGODS, GIVE IT UP FOR THE AMAZONIAN PRINCESS AND SAVIOR OF MAN: (Y/N)!!!"

- Ares and Wonder Woman have so much beef in the comics so you and him definetly don't see eye to eye now. In fact, Ares would fight you himself if he could but like, you're also kinda scary when you're mad.

- Zeus and Poseidon are literally about to blow a fucking gasket when they see you. Zeus is more subtle as usual as he's all: "Oh, well she's always been the black sheep of the family!" but in reality, he feels deeply betrayed. Poseidon isn't surprised honestly, he genuinely believes you should have grown up with the Olympians instead of on Themyscira because then maybe you'd learn to look down on those pathetic humans instead of protecting them.

- Tbh, Poseidon does have a bit of a soft spot for you as his niece because you're the only one whose ever DARED to back talk him despite knowing his power. He wishes your mother, Hippolyta, wasn't such a stubborn woman. I can totally see moments when you're absolutely destroying Gods and Poseidon just smiling proudly at you but then quickly scowling so no one can see him.

- However the Greek Gods who explicitly still care for you are definetly Hermes, Hercules, and Aphrodite.

- Aphrodite, being your big sister, absolutely adores you even if you two aren't on the same side. She smiles when she sees you and if she can, she will try to catch you in the hallways and pull you into a hug, meanwhile you're kinda suffocating in her bosom. She compliments you on what a strong and beautiful woman you've become, the only reason she isn't upset with you for "betraying" the family is because...well, you've always been like that. It's just nice to see you again♡

-As for Hercules, you both are Demi gods and while you acknowledge humanities faults, you welcomed him with open arms and appreciate his dedication. You two might not be bound by blood but the way you carry each other's ideals and respect and tease each other, its very clear you two have an unbreakable bond.

- Hermes adored you since you were born. Despite Themyscira's laws that men weren't allowed on the island, he was a God, and would happily come and see you to play with you. Taking on a big brother role in your life, he smiles softly as you glare at your father and he thinks you're just as cute as when you were a little toddler struggling to walk on the sandy beach coast of your island.

- As for the human side, they're all in literal wonder of you...which makes sense regarding your hero alias, but when they watched you at work: you impressed everyone while Brunhilde smiled at you and it pissed Zeus off even more when you both shook hands and sent him smug smirks on your faces.

Enemies/People Who Dislike You:

- Ares is a huge hater as I stated before, maybe you humiliated him in the past in front of Zeus, or maybe it was that one time you stole his helmet in a fight and became the New Goddess of War for a while but either way: you and him should never be in the same room together because not even the Gods can predict that disaster.

- Loki thought the rope thing was kinda hot but found out the hard way WHY it was called the Lasso of Truth. Even when he is shaped shifted, he will revert to his normal form if you ever catch him with it AND YOU ALWAYS FUCKING DO. He also can't even try and mislead you by telling you half truths because he just blurts out the truth right away. Everyone absolutely adores you for it, ngl since Loki doesn't even bother pulling tricks when you're around and when he sees you fight for humanity, he throws a huge tantrum...He still finds the rope thing hot tho...

- Zeus. He has conflicted feelings for you, he does love you but he wishes you wouldn't always go against his wishes...though he supposes thats what he gets for having your mother raise you instead of him. You show him respect but you clearly harbour bitter feelings for him betraying your trust and wanting to wipe out humanity and he understands that. It still doesn't give you the right to laugh about him with Brunhilde and he'll be sure to get you back for it.

Allies/Friends Who Trust You:

- Brunhilde is honestly a good friend of yours, I genuinely think she sees you the same way she sees Hercules but she relates to you a little more. (The Valkyries and Amazon's would have martinis on the beaches of Themyscira, fight me on that-)

- Shiva, honestly. He likes that you're strict but you can definetly be fun and silly in your own way. You honestly remind him of Rudra, who he totally tries to set you up with so because you two really have a lot in common!

- Obviously Hercules, Hermes, and Aphrodite but also: Poseidon, surprisingly...sometimes. Again, he does soften a bit when it comes to you and he wonders if you're simply stubborn and brave or stubborn and stupid. You are his favorite niece but also, the one that causes him to roll his eyes the most.

- Honestly, all of the Valkyries. When you heard about Brunhilde and her Völundr's, you knew that it was clever but also: that you couldn't just stand to let your fellow sisters in battle fall, the odds being against them. Also, the will all hug you and tackle you to the ground.

- Sasaki Kojiro is a human you take a liking too, he reminds you of a friend whose clad in all black...except he's more cheerful and happy and might have lost in life, but still: he never gives up. You admire those skills in a human and he gets all shy and flustered when you compliment him but I can totally see the both of you practicing sword fights and even moments where he beats you, which you're proud of him for doing, honestly.

- Adam. He genuinely just is the dad Zeus never was, even though you're not one of his own children, he'll fight like you are. Tbh, the only man that deserves to set foot in Themyscira and the other Amazon's would agree. Eve also gossiping with your Hippolyta in the crowd and complimenting her on raising such a wonderful daughter and they talk about mom things.

Admirers/Characters Who Have a Crush on You:

- Thor, just straight up. Since you're a fellow immortal, you two have somewhat known each other, you didn't really care much for the godly affairs so it wasn't often, but he's had the biggest crush on you. When he saw you fight so fearlessly in the crowd, those feelings came back 10 fold. Definetly wants to fight you because that's his way of flirting. Zeus and Odin 100% want to pair you two together to create an official alliance and while Thor wants you to choose him out of your own volition, he will suggest that it is a good idea.

- Jack the Ripper. HE HAS BISEXUAL PANIC BECAUSE HERCULES WAS ALREADY SOKIND TO HIM BUT YOU?? OH, YOU'RE TRULY DESERVING OF THE TITLE OF GODDESS, your color is so gorgeous; filled with such love and passion. After his battle, after he killed Hercules, he is ashamed to face you. But, amazingly, you do not look at him in disgust or shame. You kneel down and gently hold his face, you are in mourning, but you still kiss his head gently and tell him: "You fought well. Rest." and he just short circuits as you begin to carry him.

- BUDDHA, BABY. He loves how serious you are but also, that you can be pretty goofy honestly. Also loves how you stand up to Zeus constantly. Not to mention he certainly has a thing for strong women. But also, he finds your work inspiring, trying to guide humanity to a better life of enlightment. HIPPOLYTA ALSO TRYING TO SET YOU TWO UP BECAUSE SHE'S A COOL MOM AND SHE'S ALL: "You know, that Buddha has been staring at you~" and you have to be all: "MOTHER!" And he walks over to you and offers you a snack and you take it. Zeus hates him because he thinks Buddha would be a "bad influence" on you.

[ultfreakme]

Nia, Jay, Jon and the 'Last Straw': Quick Analysis

So Absolute Power #2 dropped, and we get to see Nia(Dreamer) rebel fully against Waller regardless of the consequences to herself or her family. Her breaking point is watching a brainwashed and tortured Jon being forced to attack his father.

This is great! This has been a long-time coming for Nia. But this isn't a moment of triumph per se for her. This is not the first time she's seen a friend of hers suffer because she couldn't break away from Waller. Her first time witnessing something like this was with Jay.

Jay got hurt, she lets it happen, she explicitly betrays Jay and admits to her complicity in Gamorra's takeover by Waller, and in his mother's death.

Jon also got hurt, she seems to have let it happen, she's once again aware of her role in this and was about to be indirectly responsible for Jon's father dying.

But why was Jon her breaking point, but not Jay? What was the difference?

This was her reaction to seeing Jon hurt:

But this was her reaction to Jay being hurt

Nia's been put into a terrible situation where she has to choose between her friends and her family. I am not saying she should've let her family die for Jay, but in terms of scale, Jay kind nailed it on the head with Nia prioritizing certain kinds of people over others. She is not intentionally doing this, but this is a thing she does and the theme is brought up in Bad Dream(the Nia Graphic Novel). Her mother and other Naltorians prioritized Naltorians over Cyandiis which led to the large-scale destruction of Cyandii.

Nia has now chosen her people (her family and Parthas), over Gamorra. She continues to choose her people (the hero community), over anything else. No matter how you spin it, Gamorran lives and Jay's imprisonment was not enough of a personal affectation for her to go "no fuck this."

WHICH IS BAD.

Because yes she did the right thing as a hero but the mentality that led to Dream Team's end and Gamorra's takeover is still very much present. This is really good character writing to me, because unlike say Jon or Jay or any of the other heroes, Nia became Dreamer in an effort to connect with her past and the trauma of her mother's death. She wanted to be a hero, but her priorities were in understanding her newfound powers.

She had no guidance, she did not witness the kinds of decisions a hero will have to take. Superman isn't always winning because he's just objectively powerful, he's Superman because he's selfless (to the detriment of his loved ones at times). It's a hard job, you have to put aside your very normal attachments and be willing to sacrifice. It's why not everyone is cut out to be a hero, it's a HUGE ask to say someone should go "yeah I'll give up my family if it means saving the planet". Practically at every turn, a superhero runs into the trolley problem. Many time, they can save both, but there are times when they have to pick and choose, and hope to god that things will work out well.

Nia made a typical hero decision in AP #2, a decision many a hero has to make when she chose to sacrifice her family and herself, to stop working for Waller.

But will she examine why Jon and Clark were her breaking point, but not Jay and all of Gamorra? She's a hero, but is she falling into the old Naltorian cycle?

Additionally, I don't think Jon is going to be particularly pleased to know that Nia stopped because she saw Jon, but not when she just stood there and let Jay get shot. That is, after all, his boyfriend whom he saved Gamorra with. Like Nia wrecked everything about Jay, and also ruined Jon's first mission as Superman and wasted all his efforts and turmoils. Jon is the type to let himself take the brunt of everything because of his fear of himself- he saw the things Clark put them through. If say, Waller got Jon instead of Nia with the "I'll kill your family if you don't obey" thing, he'd have immediately gone "no, they wouldn't want that, in fact they'd be disappointed if I picked them over a whole country". Jon's already got that hero mentality, and frankly so does Jay (he had no idea of Sara was alive, but he did not search for her because he knew to prioritize at great personal cost. He was even willing to let himself die when fighting Sara).

Like, this just makes Nia even more unforgivable in Jay's eyes because Jon-Jay-Nia were all friends for the same amount of time, they SHOULD hold the same value to each other. But now it looks like Nia has a ranking order.

This is not Nia hate please PLEASE don't take this as Nia hate. She's just.....so utterly human here. Like this is what would happen if a regular person with no support tried to be a hero. Her actions are understandable, but that doesn't mean other characters need to forgive her for it when her learning curve led to so much pain for others.

[aetherialpiplup108]

What the Train Takes With It

“For the record, I don’t trust the military,” Pinako says, fingers flexing instinctively in search of the bottle of liquor circumstances seemed to demand. Alas, it was no longer the 1870’s when she would outdrink those haughty travelers until they lay awestruck under the table, listening to her smack her lips and offer insincere gratitude for quenching her thirst with their dimes while encouraging the terrified visitor to stop by the old sheeptown in a few years because mark her words, Resembool’ s a-goin’ places whether Amestris is gonna follow or not. 

It was no longer 1870. Madam Dendra’s spirited tavern had been robbed of walls and smiling customers alike by the Civil War; hardly any travelers would stop by Resembool now except to catch connecting trains; Pinako herself had to drop a few vices in favor of responsibly raising her children and their children; and it wasn’t like alcohol could compete with the bitterness crawling down her throat as she watched children too young inflict irreparable damage on their bodies and psyche to withstand burdens too big.

“We’ll take care of each other, Granny,” Alphonse says, sweet as always, and his shoulders are rigid in the way an immobile suit of armor should be but Pinako delivered this boy herself and hell if she didn’t know those shoulders would be shaking if that simple right of expression hadn’t been stolen from him, too. 

Edward is made of flesh and metal she herself fused with youthful nerves and he, too, does not shake. He offers neither an apology nor a reassurance. 

He does not meet her eyes.

That says everything anyway. 

Pinako sighs, wondering if Trisha Elric was cursing her from beyond for whisking her children away from one hell only to let them walk into another. 

And that was what the military was, no doubt about it. A staple truth of the elderly woman’s painfully long life. The hometown she had once bragged about to anyone who’d listen was set back thirty years, scared and wounded by war. Every ounce of love the great Panthress of Resembool gave her son was a scalpel carving out her insides at his funeral. And now she was watching Amestrian blue and a silver chain wrap a leash around yet another child she loved dearly.

Pinako Rockbell had chosen to be an engineer because she yearned to rebuild what was broken and protect what was dear. 

And she was damn good at her job. 

A right and true trailblazer in the industry, a godsend for veterans and betrayed civilians alike during the Eastern Conflict, a hero by anyone’s metric.

All that and Pinako still found herself helpless when it came to her own family. 

She should stop this. 

She should have put her foot down and slammed the door in the Flame Alchemist’s face the second he had the audacity to step foot into their house and extend an offer to her child. She should have refused Ed’s reckless demand to cram his recovery into a single year. She should have at least asked Alphonse to stay behind because if she had to lose one of them, why let go of the other as well?

Maybe if she had kept a closer eye on them, none of this would have happened.

In the end, she could only—

(Alphonse sat alone, moonlight glittering cruelly against azure steel as hours blended together in what seemed like an eternity of isolation. "I'm all right," he lied. "Nothing worth worrying about."

Edward leaned forward to grasp her hand, eyes blaring with determination borne not of strength and recklessness but guilt and need as he asked her for prosthetics. "My fault," he rasped. "Let me make it right. Please.")

—let go.

It was a cruel world. Tragic and depraved, cold and unfair.

But it was theirs.

A whistle cut through the air with a sense of impending finality and Ed offered a shaky smile as he took a step backwards towards the stabilizing train. Alphonse matched his step, the locomotive’s doors flapping open behind them leaving a residual image of angels about to take flight. 

They were beautiful, her children. Like their mother, like her son, like Sara.

She didn’t want to bury them, too.

Winry’s palm, still marred with scratches from the wires and metal she spent nights welding together, rubbed against her weary eyes in a futile pursuit to scrub away the water that had not stopped streaming down her cheeks since the first drop of lighter fluid hit a house stocked with memories of an old life, long gone but cherished.

She forced a smile. “This isn’t goodbye,” she croaked, voice dry but sure. She was still so young. “It’s not. When Al gets his body back—and you better hurry up, okay? No dilly-dallying, you two—you’ll come back here. First thing, right?”

Sharpness flashed across golden and crimson stares alike. “Right.” 

They were all such bright children, radiant and young. Pinako scrounged for the hope she had never been able to fully abandon and wished that light would guide them to the future they deserved, if not the one fate had in store.

“I don’t believe in the military,” the old woman repeated as her boys ascended the vehicle, steam beginning to flow out its stack. Ed leaned out the window and watched them frantically with wide eyes, Alphonse close behind, as if trying to memorize the details of their faces to recollect later. It would be a while before they met again, and Pinako wasn’t sure what she’d find in their gazes the next time she saw them. “But I do believe in you. Wherever you go, whatever you see…remember that you are more than capable of making it through.”

“Thanks Granny,” Al whispered, and Ed swallowed, simply nodding as his bangs were swept by the exhaust of the rumbling vehicle. He raised a hand in farewell.

Winry chased after the train until it darted past the station’s border, and they watched as it took the remaining half of their hearts along the tracks to the world beyond.

They stayed there for a while, the old lady and her granddaughter—the ones left behind, the ones that gave the boys the strength to move forward—before the duo trudged back to the warm house atop the grassy hill belonging to a sheep town that had produced some of the strongest people Amestris had ever known. It was quiet now.

But it'd be all right.

Come back soon. Come back safe.

Come back as yourselves.

[oh-snapperss]

Medusa: The Much Needed Shift from Monster to Survivor in Percy Jackson (2023)

I am posting this on request of a couple folks! This is a part of a much bigger portfolio I submitted to my college mythology course, so if anything seems abrupt or short, that's why. Enjoy!

Reader discretion advised: the analysis below includes non-explicit discussion of sexual assault and rape.

From the beginning of the Percy Jackson series recently released on Disney+, it was clear that many changes were going to be made throughout the series both from the book series it derived from, and the myths Riordan first retold in his books. One of the most remarkable changes to the series can be found in episode three, and stood out with the dialogue below:

Percy: “So you’re not a monster, what are you then?”

Medusa: “A survivor.” (“We Visit the Garden Gnome Emporium” 23:22)

The decision to portray Medusa in this light is in stark contrast to any other adaptation involving her. Moments before this, Percy tells Grover and Annabeth that he thinks they can trust her, and that his mother had always told him Medusa’s story with the point “She isn’t what people think,” (21:52). This sets the stage for the following conversation, and the idea that Medusa in the myths may have been misunderstood as just another monster of Greek mythology.

In fact, Medusa’s physical appearance in the series is also markedly different from the original myth. Instead of being “monstrous” with wings, tusks of swine, and hair made of hissing snakes (“Medusa in Mythology”), the actress wears a veil over her hairand eyes, a nice dress, and has perfectly done makeup, with red lipstick. Her appearance brings empowerment to Medusa while also humanizing her, and a sense of fear or apprehension to the watcher. The answer to why these changes were made can be found in the relatability Medusa’s story has for today’s victims of rape and a patriarchal society that is unfair to women who have been assaulted.

Myths of Medusa describe her story without much pity: Either Poseidon rapes her in Athena’s temple or they willingly have sex; Athena, enraged, punishes Medusa by turning her into a monster. Poseidon goes unpunished, as he is a god (“Medusa in Mythology.") However, in current day climates, it is impossible not to draw similarities in Medusa’s story to the way victims are treated often in society. The assaulter goes unpunished, while the victim must live with the emotional, physical, and mental harm of such an attack. In fact, from my personal experience and things I have seen in the tattoo parlor I have gotten tattoos from, some victims have chosen to get tattoos of Medusa as a sign of being a survivor of such an assault. Thus, this brings back the director’s choice to portray Medusa differently in Percy Jackson than before.

Another notable difference in Medusa’s behavior is that she does not immediately attack Percy, Annabeth, and Grover (who would be considered the heroes of the story), instead offering them lunch and her perspective on what happened to her originally. By allowing Medusa the chance to speak her perspective on what happened to her, the directors of the show push for a world where women and victims are able to speak. With the show being watched by many younger teens and children, in addition to adults, an important message is carried to watchers, and her story is handled in a way that any victim watching can hear the message that they are not alone.

The director’s decision to show Medusa in this other light comes to a conclusion with Percy refusing the chance to betray his friends for her (28:03) a few minutes later, and from there the story aligns closer to the myth it derived from. The fight between the heroes and Medusa is not long, ending after Annabeth puts her hat of invisibility on Medusa, and Percy beheads her. Visually, this fight is markedly different to the myth—Medusa’s beheading is done with a hat of invisibility on, so there is no blood or gore shown (31:41). This change can easily be explained by the shows rating of TV-PG, combined with the fact that most likely, Disney would not have wanted such a gore filled scene on their platform.

Overall, the changes to Medusa’s story are headed in a positive direction much needed in the current climate of society, despite not staying exactly true to the source material.

Works Cited

“Medusa in Greek Mythology.” Greek Legends and Myths, https://www.greeklegendsandmyths.com/medusa.html. Accessed 20 March 2024.

“We Visit the Garden Gnome Emporium.” Percy Jackson and the Olympians, season 1, episode 3, Disney+, December 26, 2023. Disney, https://www.disneyplus.com/play/7a078c8a-2a03-4171-a647-a4f5ed12e738.

[morally-grey-girlbosses]

Propaganda under the cut.

Audrey Redheart:

Though she's often referred to as a hero, this particular girlboss ready and willing to end the entire WORLD. She also attacks and critically injures the main character and their best friend at different parts of the story.

audrey redheart is a Typical Hero in a game that is not about her and at every turn she refuses to accept it is not about her. chosen by the goddess eya to hard reset the world by killing all of the overseers that guard it, in any other universe she would be the main character fighting bosses for this big goal. but no. this is a game about an irrelevant little bard on a complete wild goose chase to save the world instead. these goals do not actually clash with each other, the mcguffins the bard needs to try to save the world can be gotten after an overseer is dead. the real clash here is that audrey gets very defensive of her God's Favoritest Little Girl marker and tends to start chucking lightning at people who get in the way of her destiny. see audrey is actually a really fascinating character to me because all of her actions come from a newfound sense of purpose, before she was eya's chosen hero she didn't really see herself as much. and now that she has a destiny, an identity and purpose she never had before, she'll go to any extents to protect it. this plus the fact that she's, the hero, makes her a Very tough customer because all of the issues she has I just mentioned have a very hard to refute front of "I'm the hero, this is the way things are meant to go" she usually defaults to when posed with an actual question that may make her vulnerable or in the wrong. because of this it's hard to argue if a lot of her actions are morally questionable, and that's the point. she Is the hero. she's only doing what her god told her she had to do. and as she hurts people who threaten her fate and betrays people because the alternative was giving up what made her special, she keeps telling herself that. in truth, she's scared. of losing herself, but also of the end of the world that she's doomed to cause. but every time she asserts that "this is the way it has to be", we can tell exactly which she seems to fear more. (spoiler alert if you couldnt already guess, even through all this she gets her destiny stolen at the last second Anyway)

Kyoko Sakura:

- A girl - A boss - She's selfish, but still endearing (Little spoilers below, but I assume that as of today, PMMM is in public domain and that these spoilers don't ruin the watching experience) - She's got good reason to become selfish. She wanted to make a wish to help her father but that only made him angry. She deduced that sacrifying one's life for another is stupid and that everyone should live only for themself. - But she's discover that helping others is good! (Or she's just fell in love with Sayaka but shhhh). She's not 100% black. - Look at her grin!

[thebearmage]

My Dolores Au ideas for a full season 3 and 4 rewrite. Below will be explanations of what the story would include and a poll. Please vote for your favorite option.

Option One: Dolores Diamond 1,432 years. That’s how long it’s been since Black Diamond’s sisters sent her to open the portal to Oblivion. That’s how long it’s been since Black boosted her ego to dangerous levels. It’s been 50 or so years since that feeling bit her in the ass. That’s how long Black has been alone, except for her husband, Five. But with the changed timeline, the ​​Doomdays, and the Commission crumbling down, Black “Dolores” Diamond is set free. A crack crossover between Steven Universe and Umbrella Academy, where the Diamonds are the creators of the universe and the machine, Oblivion, that Reggie uses in Season 3. There is a new Doomsday, and Black Diamond has to reassemble her empire with the help of the Hargreeves family.

Option Two: The God Of Time Delores, also known as Temporis, is the God of Time and Space. 100 years ago, Delores' "Chosen" betrayed Delores and locked God's spirit away inside a mannequin. During their imprisonment, Delores watched the world end and, strangely, met a young boy. Over time, they found themselves falling in love with him. Delores was free from their prison when their former chosen was killed in 1963. Delores would then go on to find and foster young children with peculiarities or superpowers and care for them in a Timeloop on the day April 14, 2015. An AU where Dolores is the god of Time and Space who created the Kugelblitz in order to reset the many broken timelines. Their plan was to save Five and his family and transport them to their timeloop when it came time to end the world. But when Reginald Hargreaves interveined, it only broke the timeline more, and now Dolores, with the help of their husband, must fix the damage before all the timelines die. This story stays within the umbrella universe but has aspects taken from Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children and Percy Jackson.

Option Three: Reborn It was odd...waking up with no memory of where you came from. To have people surrounding you, asking if you were okay, where you came from, who you were, and if there was anyone that they could call, and you not having answers to those questions. Dolores knew what that felt like, to be an unfeeling piece of plastic suddenly giving life. She doesn't know what she's going to do with her new life, but there is one thing for certain. She's going to avoid Five Hargreaves at all costs. A much simpler AU where, as an unforeseen side effect of Reggie resetting the world, Dolores is turned from a mannequin to a human. Dolores now has to navigate through life with feelings she doesn't understand, senses she didn't have before, powers she can't control, and thoughts she never knew existed. This story, depending on what power I go for Dolores, might have aspects of Attack On Titan, My Hero Academia, Marvel, DC, or The Boys.

[believingispowerfulmagic]

There's probably a new circle in hell being created for (name/pronoun) as they speak.

Would (name/pronoun) ever learn?

For Ficlet Friday please! (You can also only do one of these if you want, I just couldn't decide!

Would she ever learn?

She was a villain.

Villains didn't get happy endings.

Regina hurried away from Granny's Diner as the scene of an overjoyed Robin being reunited with the wife he had believed dead played over in her head. Each time it felt like another knife being driven into her heart as she berated herself for believing she could be happy.

"Regina!" Robin's voice echoed across the street. "Regina, wait!"

She stopped, looking back at Granny's. Robin stood there, looking anguished. He started to step off the curb and her heart sped up as hope dangerously spread through her.

But then Marian emerged from the diner, looking confused. She hurried to Robin, grabbing his arm. He stopped and they exchanged words. He glanced at Regina and she knew that he was going to choose Marian.

There was no competition, honestly. It didn't matter that they were soulmates. Marian was his wife. He had chosen to spend the rest of his life with her once before and it was only natural that he would do it again, especially since they shared a son. Roland deserved to have two parents in a healthy, loving relationship.

Both he and Robin deserved better than her.

They deserved Marian.

She was a hero who had led the Merry Men right at her husband's side. Like him, she stole from the rich and redistributed their wealth to those who needed it most. Marian had not been afraid to stand up for what she believed was right, no matter the cost.

Marian was the exact opposite of her.

No one would choose her over Marian.

It was the deciding moment, she realized. Marian tugged on Robin's hand and started to walk back toward the entrance. He stood in place but he would have to choose soon. And Regina knew he would follow his wife. He would turn his back on her.

She would not watch that.

Waving her hands in front of her, she engulfed herself in a cloud of her magic. She felt a familiar tug on her stomach as if an invisible string was pulling her forward. Her body felt weightless and her feet dangled underneath her. Regina waited until the tugging stopped and she felt her body again along with something solid under her feet.

The magic dissipated to reveal her foyer.

She was home.

Regina took off her shoes and started walking upstairs, unsure if she needed a bath or to go straight to bed. Maybe when she woke up in the morning, she would learn this was all a very bad dream.

But she knew she would wake up and realize the nightmare continued.

Just as she entered her bedroom, her doorbell echoed around the house. She decided to ignore it, guessing it was David or Mary Margaret coming to check on her. Or maybe it was Emma wanting to beg for forgiveness again.

The Charmings were the last people she wanted to see.

She unzipped her dress and slid it off her body, hanging it up. Regina removed her robe from its hanger and slipped it on, deciding on a bath before turning in for the night.

Turning back to her door, she jumped when she saw Robin standing there. He leaned against the doorway, watching her. "Hello, Regina," he said.

"Robin," she said, breathlessly. She then squared her shoulders before asking: "How did you get in? Did you pick my lock?"

"Not this time," he replied. "Henry told me where you keep the spare key."

She frowned, feeling betrayed by her son. Regina believed that Henry likely had done it because he cared for her and wanted to help but this time, he had made the wrong decision.

"Why are you here?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"We need to talk," he said, stepping closer to her.

She held up her hands, stopping him. "No, we don't. I get it. You're picking your wife. I lose again. So just go home. I don't need your words or empty platitudes."

He stood there, sorrow in his eyes, and she nodded as she pushed past him. She had just reached her door when he said: "I'm choosing you."

"What?" she asked, wondering if she had misheard him. Or maybe she had fallen asleep and was dreaming this.

Regina didn't know what was worse.

He turned toward her. "Look, I'm not going to pretend Marian's return doesn't change many things but one thing it doesn't change are my feelings for you."

"She's your wife," Regina reminded him. "Just yesterday you were saying you would've crawled through hell to get her back."

"Until I met you," he said, stepping closer to her. "I love you, Regina."

She swallowed, still not trust her own ears. But she wasn't going to let the moment go without telling him how she felt. "I love you too."

He smiled, reaching out and gently taking her arm. "Then I think we're in a pretty good place."

"So you just decided that you didn't love your wife anymore?" she asked. "Just like that?"

"No, I wouldn't say that," he replied, slipping his hands into his pockets as he paused. He took a deep breath before continuing. "I was happy to see her. She was my wife and still is Roland's mother. The fact she's alive again is a miracle and something to be happy about."

He paused again. "But when I saw you leave, I knew I had to go to you. Even from across the street, I could see how sad you were and I hated that I was responsible for it."

A lump formed in her throat. "So you're here to alleviate your guilt. Got it."

"No," he insisted, looking anguished. He ran his hand through his hair. "Gods, I'm messing this up."

"I think you should go," she said, pointing to her door. "I think you need time to figure out who you want."

He shook his head. "I know who I want. When I look into Marian's eyes, I don't feel the same way I do when I look into yours."

She wanted to believe him, wanted to believe someone was finally choosing her at last. But she knew it was too good to be true and shook her head. "It's only been a few hours, Robin. That will change," she told him.

"Regina," he started, taking another step closer to her.

"No," she said, putting her hands up. "Please. If you really want to prove you care about me, you'll leave rather than continue spouting promises you'll break in a few days."

He nodded, a resolved look in his eyes. "I'll leave then. But I promise you, Regina, I will prove that I love you and have chosen you. Goodnight."

Robin left her bedroom, closing the door behind him. She slid down the wall and cried, wanting to believe she would get her happy ending but knowing it was going to slip from her fingers yet again.

Villains don't get happy endings.

Even reformed ones.

[dangaer]

@deathsmaidens revokes: you never told me that. i can't believe you never told me. + lucifer. i hope you know what scenario i'm thinking about.

a collection of things you never want to hear. (no longer accepting!)

            it's with the most desolate tone that she chooses to address him with, spine stiff and a gaze far colder than he can ever recall seeing either dead or alive and it's telling, in a way, how far gone his attempt of hiding the truth has truly sunk. where he'd anticipated suspicion, uncertainty, he is merely met with the aftermath of such alongside the maloseum of her grief, rage. the aftermath of a ghost no longer seeing the demon standing before her but the angel with his own halo wrapped around his neck, feathers pristine yet rotten in spite. armed with a hesitance that comes only from the woman who had once believed in his guidance, his hope and all else that was taught from the promise of an guardian angel, until it was time for the story to change, for the betrayal to take place, for her to lose it all without the knowledge of a scream that mirrored her own echoing throughout the heavens, the heavenly being that had wished to do more if only to rebel thousands of years beyond, below and somewhere, somehow, it's worse than any sort of guilt that would have eaten him up for guiding her attention elsewhere, allowing them to live in harmony as he'd chosen to destroy their tombs and destroy their hatchets, the better ending for the betrayed and the betrayer / the harbinger of death and her reluctant narrator.

the sorrow sets in before the counter, before a slither of everything, sinking a heavy weight upon his shoulders and burning against his eyes in an emotion he'd long believed forgotten alongside the birth of another ━━ a memory that comes back to haunt him, partially, as the once firm line of his lips wobble into something of an apology and once he finally comes up with the eloquence to speak it is that of a plea to mirror the subtle steps forward to close their distance and oh, it's a juxtaposition to the way he's certain part of himself would want to bolt away from such a situation, to pull her hand to a place far beyond the responsibilities of the hourglass he'd fooled himself in believing would never run out. but neither life or death can offer anything remotely close to such a happy ending / it's long since become impossible to catch sand in his hands, he knows, and can only steel himself in the promise of pushing forward. it is his turn to own up to his very own judgement; not the opposite way around, not now it has become his choices that have landed them here.

❛  all i knew was from an outsiders perspective. ❜ the audience, a spectator; the role of watching the hero and feeling your own heart shatter once someone else stops their own from beating, no matter how often the ending is memorised; ❛  what i saw was never your tale, milou. it was never even your end for that matter, not the end i had wished to see you fall, if i ever had the chance to have a say in it. ❜ a loud swallow, hesitant exhale. they are now face to face, but he's uncertain in looking to her eyes, face, anything other than the still palm that catches his attention ---- that his own hand is gentle in seeking, and reaching, out to.

❛  i have no other excuse than the fact i couldn't bare to see you hurt in my presence once more. ❜ and there it resounds, the one way lucifer is familiar in keeping something safe, to deflect, avoid, in hope that it all goes away. the dissemination of the self as if to control the truth from seeking out. ❛  i only kept you in the dark to see your smile once more, so the only ones who's hands become stained are my own. there is one truth that will remain true until the end of my days: i did not lie when i said i would do anything to keep you safe. ❜ another exhale this time, louder. but you never told me / he never told her but he will now, everything she wishes to know, everything that he can spill despite how much further such secrets will get him down. ❛  i won't say it expecting forgiveness, but i am sorry. for keeping it a secret, for choosing the best option in keeping you in the dark. ❜

he brings her hand to his face, now, pressing his lips against the grooves of her knuckles as he chooses this moment to stare back at her. the uncertainty has quietened, his apology enough of a expose to what exactly he knows deep down he needs to say. but something gentle remains, the harmony of a beast, horns and claws and teeth all out, delegating the most gentle of touches against her skin / a wolf learning to love akin to a sheep in her presence. ❛  just say the word, and i'll do it. ❜ once more, much gentler:

❛  for you, i'll do it all. ❜

[hobblingeuripides]

SPOILER WARNING

Book Review: Ariadne by Jennifer Saint

It has taken me a month and a half to fully collect my thoughts on this novel, and I think I can officially say it has become my favorite book of all time; and I can't wait to reread it and read her other two novels as well.

Upon introduction to this book, before reading, I thought this would be another version of Ariadne's tragic abandoning by Theseus, maybe introducing Dionysus at the novel's close. However, this book breathed life and an agency into the character of Ariadne that mythology and time has neglected to give her. Saint's eloquent and tragic retelling includes the eras of Ariadne's life in her youthful naivete falling in love with Theseus, framing his abandonment of her as a rightfully traumatic event that stayed with her for her entire life. Saint very carefully wrote Theseus' character in the beginning in a way that you understood why Ariadne fell in love with him, despite all his horrible crimes; it is here that I'll stop to admit a very small part of me was rooting for him to turn out as a hero, for Ariadne's sake. The story goes as it has been previously told, and in walks Dionysus to fulfill all of our protagonist's wildest desire. Ariadne finds content in her love and life as a mother until the feelings of neglect, abandonment, and distrust return to the surface. Dionysus constantly travels, and, when he's home, he attends to secret rituals with his maenads (followers) in the woods. As we see Ariadne's distrust grow, we see more of her maturity and caution as a traumatized woman. When her greatest fears are confirmed, I had so much hope as a reader that this would be a chance for her to become a heroine, flipping the original story and creating a "girl-boss" twist on a traditionally patriarchal tale.

Of course I was shocked and left speechless with the story's end that had Ariadne die with her husband and Hera to blame. There was no hope for Ariadne as a woman, as a mother, as a mortal in that harsh reality.

And this isn't even to mention the massive role and tragedy of Phaedra. A woman who longs to defy tradition but is trapped at every corner, and when she goes to lean on the one person she thinks she can trust, Ariadne, she sees that Ariadne has chosen to live that traditional life that burdens Phaedra so. It sparks a sense of betrayal, heightened when Phaedra opens up to her sister about her lust for Hippolytus. The relationship between Ariadne and Phaedra is such a well-written sisterly bond, which left me wanting to drive the seven hours it takes just to hug my sister. There is no one who understands these women better than each other, yet Phaedra is such a tragic character that she dies shortly after feeling betrayed by her sister; she had already been betrayed and lied to by her husband and had fallen into delusion over Hippolytus. I could go on about Phaedra, but I'll leave more for Saint to say.

The way women are represented without negating the harsh realities of what it was to be a woman in Ancient Greece is just so beautiful and refreshing, and Saint writes every word with love and care for her protagonists. We root for Ariadne, just as we mourn for both women as if they were our own sisters. The roles they take on are roles we still see women succumbed to today, yet they fall to shame and criticism in so many modern stories. It has the same feeling as when you watch Greta Gerwig's films: when the different sisters in Little Women (2019) choose to be mothers or writers or wives or artists, supporting each choice they make. Or when the women in Barbie (2023) want to be ordinary without being called basic or stereotypical. Or even when they want to be extraordinary, there should be no shame.

The tragedy is truly that, whatever role Ariadne and Phaedra chose or were placed into, they were never truly free. There can never be freedom and there can be no heroes in a world that is run by gods and men.

I give Ariadne by Jennifer Saint 5/5 Stars

[helmarok]

me & my friendgroup were hoping ganon would get more backstory and humanization in totk for the entire time since the sequel was announced :( the idea that he might get revived was so exciting. i didnt think it would happen but i hoped for a sequel where youd switch between link and zelda at different points- zelda being more lore and archaeology/exploration focused so youd learn more about ganon and the events causing the calamity and how to stop future ones as you also tried to understand why he was so enraged and what exactly happened to him and link engaging in direct dialogue and confrontation with ganon so the player can see his pain and character depth. the game wouldve been more about defeating the calamity possessing him vs ganon himself being bad and acknowledging that hyrule never really tried that route which lead to the constant devastation...sorry for rambling but tldr i feel you 🫡 ur ganons strongest soldier

literally this entire ask. i don't know why i had my hopes up cuz now i'm disappointed over something that was gonna happen anyways... i just wish that after throwing in the excuse of "oh well we use the same formula over and over because DEMISE'S CURSE causes hatred to reincarnate!" they actually built upon that, but they only focus on how the curse affects the chosen hero and zelda. like they never actually go into how the curse affects the man who is born asab (assigned satan at birth 😢)

heres what i think under the cut if youre interested, it's kind of a long story so whatever

my personal hesdcanon completely and totally disregarding anything totk says is that hylia chose ganondorf to be her hero. she chose him and the 'calamity' wasn't actually ganondorf himself based on the more lizard-like appearance of it in the tapestry: it was demise, hence the reason why it not only took a hero and princess but the divine beasts as well.

based on his outfit in the original trailer, i think he was invited to the castle. but while he went dressed his best, it was a trap. throughout his time as hero the kingdom questioned it because of their awful history. after defeating the calamity, ganon was invited for dinner and was betrayed. being poisoned by people he loves and cared about who he thought cared about him but their generational hatred just... led to this.

it broke his heart when they broke his trust because the male gerudo 'king of evil' could never be our chosen hero, the symbol of courage in the kingdom. he's the bad guy, and always will be even if it's a different man from the one in OOT and TP entirely. his broken heart turned into anger and rage while he was coughing and dying at the table as people he cared for watched it happen. his eyes turned red, his mane and tusks grew and his triforce shined. when he tried to grab the sword it burned his hand. hatred took over and changed him- keep in mind that demise's entire being relies on the existence of hatred. with so much hate in his heart the demon was able to grab ahold of it and use that as a second chance to win.

nobody could stop him but the princess, who did with hylia's help. his body and spirit was sealed under the castle before it got too bad. but over time, the betrayal ganon felt had 10k years to brew and demise used it to his advantage. ganon's hurt combined with demise's raw energy- malice- created what we see in botw as that ugly beast calamity ganon.

now here's my favorite part! everyone had to have wondered why the fuck hylia wasn't willing to help zelda this time around when zelda was unable to use the powers in her blood that her mom could use, and hylia never bothered to help her awaken them. well the reason for this is because hylia felt betrayed by her people. her people were so full of hatred that they tried to murder the hero SHE chose! not only that, but after ganon's murder, the sheikah strongly opposed, which led to what you can see in the tapestry- sheikah being pushed by guards, and then the game tells us their technology was destroyed and sealed away.

as punishment for the problems her children were causing, she decided to abandon them. they would get no help from her. no prayers would be answered, no assistance with light magic- they were on their own now. there wouldn't even be a chosen hero- link was actually chosen by fi when fi knew a hero had to come but hylia wasn't going to bother.

hylia only decided to step up after she felt sorry for zelda. when zelda prayed and begged her she ignored her until the hero died and she felt her child's pain. she finally decided to be a mom and make zelda's powers fucking explode. zelda walked into that castle and sealed the demon the best she could without the assistance of a hero. from then on after a hundred years, hyrule basically accepted the flying boar demon cloud over the castle as part of their life along with corrupted guardians and such.

basically i think ganon's story was about hatred and betrayal and that the reason calamity ganon is so insanely powerful, and the reason he takes on a more demonic form not made of flesh but physical hatred, is because of how much it hurt him. he is hurt and hatred took advantage of that.

demise's easy control of ganondorf is kind of a nod at how you'll see that hurt people can often get easily taken over by hatred. a wife who is cheated on might kill her husband. a trans man who has suffered his whole life might bully trans men who are happy. a victim of misogynistic culture might be manipulated by others into becoming a terf. it's sad how easily hate can take over hurt people.

for the hylians, it's how for generations their kingdom was destroyed by a ganon, so they can't think of him as anything other than a threat even if he is a good man.

so yeah, there's my ganondorf take. he's just some guy who is stuck in a cycle and i wish nintendo would stop acting like hyrule is a perfect kingdom and the royal family has no flaws because theyre the Goddess Children when time and time again there's been hints in the games at their treatment of others, especially the sheikah. basically what i want is for them to give their special little good guys and special little race of blue eyed bitches some more depth instead of just being like "theyre good and nothing more because they're the Good Guys so they can't do anything wrong and opposers like ganon are the Bad Guys". cuz it's 2023 and we deserve more advanced stories than "hero and princess defeat the big bad evil and save the day!"

[nostalgiachan]

Cry

Twenty-Eighth Prompt: The Elder Brain has been defeated or dominated. What is Vier feeling?

Act Three Spoilers

Summary: Vier did it. She saved the day. She should be happy, but... (831 words)

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Truly, in her heart of hearts, Vier wanted to feel happy. She wanted to celebrate the fact that she and her companions dear had just saved the Sword Coast, if not the world. She wanted to round everyone up, head on over to the Elfsong, and throw the biggest, loudest godsdamned party the city had ever seen because they fucking deserved it. They killed three of the gods’ own Chosen, a devil in his own sanctuary, and an Elder Brain the likes of which had never been seen before on the face of Toril. Frankly, they’d performed miracles.

But she couldn’t. She couldn’t feel much of anything, honestly, beyond the desperate want to weep. The world had been saved, yes, but everything else had fallen apart in swift order.

The Emperor, without whom she would have long-ago succumbed to the Netherbrain’s influence, had betrayed her at the last for reasons she genuinely could not understand. She’d done everything asked of her, placed her faith in him so thoroughly, but in the end, he could not do the same for her. Why? Because she wouldn’t consent to giving up her form, her self, to become like him? Because he couldn’t fathom working with a mortal that he did not enthrall? She would never know the reasons why, and it gnawed at her inside. She had taken little pleasure in slaying what had once upon a time been the Hero of Baldur’s Gate.

Then, there was Orpheus. To be imprisoned for thousands of years, to have your powers siphoned away and to helplessly watch your people die around you, only to be released and asked to turn into the thing you devoted your life to destroy. How would Vier honestly live with this, knowing that she damned a hero to this fate because her will faltered at the very last? She may have convinced him to live on and to see his people prosper, but how could that be anything more than small comfort?

And then there was Lae’zel, taking up Orpheus’s mantle and immediately riding off to war in the Astral Plane. She wanted so desperately for Lae’zel to stay in Faerûn, to make a life for herself away from the endless violence that her culture had raised her to enact. Yet, in the face of true freedom for the githyanki from the grip of a queen who would see them burn to fuel her ascent to godhood, such a wish felt deeply selfish. So instead, she wished her friend well as she saddled up a red dragon and took off for parts unknown.

Next in the cavalcade of suffering came Karlach. Vier had worked so tirelessly for so long trying to find a cure for Karlach’s condition. All along their journey, she had proven preternaturally good at finding a third option for any situation; she ran herself ragged ensuring that everyone, everyone, would get their happy ending when all was said and done. But in the end, she simply couldn’t for Karlach. When faced with the options of either burning to ash, turning into a mind flayer, or returning to Avernus, there really was no other way. She had to go back.

And poor Wyll. Vier had pulled the trick of a lifetime to free Wyll from Mizora’s contract and rescue his father, but now, all that meant was he’d be going to Avernus with Karlach without magic to aid him. They’d both be placing their lives on the line each and every day until, by some miracle, someone managed to discover how to stabilize her engine outside of the hells. But how long would that be? Months? Years? Would they live long enough to see such a thing realized?

And then, of course, there was the shuddering spawn cradled in her arms as they both huddled behind a crate away from the dawn’s rays. With the tadpoles destroyed, and Astarion having given up his chance at ascension, he was no longer immune to the light. Cold fear gripped Vier’s heart as she watched the sunlight carve silver lines into his flesh, smoke rising from the growing wounds as he began to disintegrate.

It was nearly enough to make her curse Lathander in her heart. After everything they had done, no exception could be made for him? They had slain a creature that even the gods had feared; did that not warrant some kind of blessing? Why must he return to the shadows now?

As she held her darling close, she knew she needed to get him up and moving. She knew they would need to find a new place to hide as the sun crawled across the sky. But she simply couldn’t find the words. She no longer had the strength. All she could do was hold him and cry.

Cry for herself. Cry for him. Cry for their friends. Cry for everyone they had lost, everyone they had damned, everyone they had saved.

Cry until there was nothing left.

[screamingatanemptyroom]

“I’m sorry.” 

The whispered words of the Goddess of Light faded into the darkness. The intended recipient of this apology rested comfortably nearby, the all-consuming black masking her amused grin as she watched the goddess struggle to maintain a calm facade. Panic had obviously long set in, beginning to give way to despair. 

Good. I like her better like this. 

“Midnight, please, talk to me.” The Goddess of Light was struggling to hold back tears, her normally bright and confident voice cracking. “Please!” 

Midnight really wanted to let her hang a little longer… just long enough for a bit more of that beautiful uncertainty and sadness to color her sister’s annoyingly light face and tone… but she knew she had reached her limit. Pushed any further and the Little Miss Sunshine might run away. 

And that wouldn’t be any fun now, would it?

“What is it that you desire, Goddess of Light?” Midnight asked, her voice barely above a whisper, hoarse with disuse. 

The goddess turned towards the sound, her golden eyes glowing with excitement and relief. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

She moved closer, the bright halo surrounding her body pushing back the darkness around the pair. Midnight squinted with discomfort as the light hit her eyes.  As her appearance became visible, she heard a gasp in shock. 

“What happened to you?” 

Sighing, Midnight raised a slender hand up to the light, admiring the grey skin stretched tautly over shriveled sunken flesh and bone. 

“What happened is exactly what you wanted, Dawn, when you betrayed me. Your Hero trapped me in the Empty, cut me off from the power of belief from the Faithful. Don’t pretend to be so innocent, while the blood from the knife in my back is still fresh, dripping from your oh-so-clean hands.”

“How dare you!” Dawn sniffled, her golden eyes filling with tears. “You know that Kristian only did what he had to do. You were a danger to the entire world! You had to be locked away!”

“Was I a danger?” The Goddess of Darkness sighed quietly. “Or was your previous hero just making excuses to get rid of me? Of course you were only too happy to oblige given the… history between us.” 

Dawn snarled, stepping closer with a threatening glare. “THERE WAS NOTHING BETWEEN YOU TWO!!! He loves ME!!! He worships ME!!! He locked you away in the Empty to ROT!!!!”

As the goddess of light’s face neared Midnight’s own, a cat, black as night with glowing green eyes, leapt out with a loud warning hiss. Sweeping out a paw with outstretched claws, the attack forced Dawn to retreat with a yelp. 

“What is THAT???”

Midnight smiled reaching out a hand to pet the still bristling animal. It immediately calmed down, rubbing its body along her palm, a loud purr filling the air. A unseen spark passed between them, and Midnight’s skin slowly filled in, becoming smooth and pale once more. Her long dark hair grew out, mixing in with the cat’s fur. The purr became louder, almost vibrating in the air between the two goddesses. 

“You remember Cat. You’ve met him before.” 

“Yeah, I met your cat OVER A THOUSAND YEARS AGO! Why is it still alive?!!!”

Glancing down at the cat, seeing its bright green eyes stare back, Midnight shrugged. “Seems like a rude thing to ask a cat.” 

“What do you…?”

“Midnight.” A low, calm voice broke through Dawn’s hysteria. She stopped immediately, scooting closer to the glowing figure with love clear on her face. 

“Kris! Why are you here?! I told you I was going to take care of it!”

The hero smiled, his golden hair and eyes that marked him as the Chosen of the Goddess of Light shining with its own light. “I wanted to make sure you were safe.” His tone was warm, but there was no affection in his eyes, only calculation. Midnight shuddered at the sight, clutching Cat to herself. 

He is very different from the first time I met him.

In her mind she could still see him: a small boy, his skin dirty and bruised. His dark hair was clumped together with dirt and blood, hanging in tangles around him. His eyes were black as night, filled with rage and despair. 

She had reached out to him, pushing away the crowd that had gathered around to stone him, to take his small life for the sole crime of having features reminiscent of darkness. 

It seemed only fitting that the Goddess of Dark save him. 

“Do you want to live, Child?” She had asked him that calm morning, her pale hand barely visible in the morning mist. 

He had slapped away her hand, curling back in on himself. “Why would you save me? I’m a monster?” 

His slap wasn’t painful, the weak blow of a malnourished child. Midnight only smiled in response, and offered her hand once more. 

“What a coincidence. I’m one too.” 

Midnight stared silently at Kristian, the glowing golden hero in sparkling armor, and he stared just as calmly back at her. 

I suppose after hundreds of years anyone can change.

“Midnight.” He spoke again, his voice filled with a carefully hidden emotion. Hatred? Love? Desire for possession? Midnight didn’t know, nor did she want to find out. “You don’t seem nearly as weak as you should after 400 years. How... fascinating.” 

“Thank you… Who are you again?” The Goddess moved her gaze away, and stared down at Cat with a blank, bored expression. She could feel his anger at her response radiating off of him in waves, and a slight smile crossed her features. The cat was silent, resting on her lap, its fur causing it to blend into the darkness. 

“Don’t pretend.” The hero whispered, his face stony and cold. “Don’t you dare.” 

“You wouldn’t have the slightest clue what I would ‘dare’ to do, mortal.” She raised an eyebrow as she met his gaze once more. “Hasn’t it been centuries? You’re starting to show your age.”

“NO HE’S NOT!” Dawn leapt between them, blocking her sister’s view of the golden hero. “He has been blessed to remain youthful and strong as my Chosen! “ She grinned triumphantly her tone proud. “One day, after we are wed, he will be truly immortal as my Consort!” 

“Is that what he told you, Dawn? That you would be wed?” At Midnight’s skeptical tone, the Goddess of Light’s face turned red then pale. 

“O-of course he did!”

“Then why haven’t you done so in the last 400 years? What are you waiting for?”

“We… we can’t marry while the world is still in jeopardy!! The Hero of Light would never abandon the world for his own selfish happiness.” She seemingly cheered herself up, continuing, “That’s why we’re here. That’s why we need your help.”

“My help?”

“The world is dying.” The hero’s voice was barely audible. “When you were trapped in the Empty, the darkness faded, the world was nothing but bright. The plants and animals are dying. Oceans and lakes are drying up. The land begs for rest. We need the Goddess of Dark once more.”

“So you’ll release me? As if nothing ever happened?” 

A strange light filled Kris’s eyes. “No, not quite.”

“We need you... but a BETTER you.” Dawn stepped forward, placing a hand on her hero’s shoulder, not noticing the annoyed frown on his face at the contact. “That’s why we have you change you on a fundamental level.”

Kristian brought out a glowing orb. It was formed of multiple colors, swirling in constant motion, it was so small, but seemed unfathomably enormous at the same time. 

“The time/space orb?” Shaking her head, Midnight struggled to speak in her shock. “How did you get that off of the Goddess of Life?” 

“She offered it freely! Turns out she doesn't like you too much." Kristian glanced down at the powerful object in his hand. “This allows me to create a world, to place you in a new reality. You will be shaped by new memories, experiences… all crafted at my will. Only through a true fundamental change within yourself will you be able to break free and back into the world once more.” He laughed, the sound filled with a terrible patience. “Until then you will live your life as a mortal, unaware of your powers.”

Midnight struggled to stand, but was too weak to move quickly. “What change…?”

“You will become a loving and obedient sister! We’ll be friends again, just like I always hoped we’d be.” Dawn spoke up, her excited expression lighting up the room even further. “Plus…” She hesitated, “You won’t covet things you weren’t meant to have anymore. “

“I don’t want…”

“You’ll be perfect, Midnight.” Kris leaned forward, a bright light shining out from the orb. “No more stubbornness. No more being above me. You’ll be exactly how you should be. At my level.” His voice lowered even further as he neared. “You WILL love me this time.”

He was only inches away from her face. Before she could react, a claw swiped out with a loud hiss, scraping his cheek. He jumped back, staring at the cat with shock, rage and horror. “What are you doing here? NO…!” He reached out towards the cat, but it was too late. 

The light from the orb consumed them all. 

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“Where am I?”

A teenage girl sat up In her bed, staring at the blank wall with confusion. Running a hand through her hair, she tilted her head, thinking hard. “Who am I?” Her voice was hoarse, her throat and eyes sore. It felt as if she had been crying for hours. 

Suddenly, years of memories poured into her brain. Midnight groaned, clutching her forehead as the painful expanding sensation continued for what felt like hours before slowly fading away. 

“Midnight.” Her name was Midnight. Ok. That was a start. 

“I am seventeen.” Almost eighteen. Her birthday was in a month. 

“I am… mortal.” Seemed like an odd fact to focus on, but her brain seemed stuck on that memory. Wasn’t everyone mortal?

Slowly Midnight got up, moving through the barely furnished room, the bedding threadbare and worn, the desk and chair wobbly with chipping paint. 

“…” Searching her new memories, her family was well off. They often had the newest appliances, frequently switching out cars. Vacation homes in multiple locations. But her room was left bare and broken. 

She was an unloved child. 

Moving to the cracked mirror, Midnight studied her appearance.

“…” She couldn’t see much.

She was tall… that much was clear. But she was wearing a baggy bright yellow dress, which hung around her, obscuring her form. Dark hair hung like a curtain around her, hiding her facial features. Dark blue eyes, so dark they were almost black, stared intently back at her from the broken frame, but that was the only discernable trait. She was hidden behind cloth and hair, almost to the point of absurdity. 

Midnight searched her memories, shaking her head at the answer. 

She was a twin. Her sister, Dawn, was born first, with golden hair and light green eyes. She was the favorite child, the one their mother doted on. Everything new and good had to be given to her. She was a shining light, the person everyone wanted to be around. Cheerful, bubbly, bright and beautiful. 

Midnight was the opposite. Dark hair, pale skin, her mother often referred to her as the “Grim Reaper.” Shy, quiet, unsure of herself, she faded into the background of every room she entered. She idolized her sister, wishing desperately to be more like her. She even wore bright clothing, hoping to emulate even a small piece of her sister. 

If only I was more like Dawn.

The thought crossed Midnight’s mind and she shook her head violently, trying to clear it. It was foreign to her, even more so than the strange memories that seemed to almost not belong to her. 

No. I am no one else. I am ME. The eyes in the mirror filled with determination. 

Pulling at the bright colored dress with disgust, Midnight dug through her closet until she found a black t shirt and jeans in the bottom, tucked away unseen. She changed, appreciating how the different clothes highlighted her long legs and figure. 

That’s better. 

It’s not like Dawn. I want to be like Dawn. The intrusive thoughts appeared again but she determinedly shoved them back. 

Now the hair.  Her sister had short cropped hair, the golden locks gently curling around her face. Midnight had kept her hair long, the desire to hide behind it even stronger than the desire to emulate her sister. 

As she reached up to comb her hair, however…

___________

A dark room, filled with the singing faithful. 

An acolyte devotedly braided her goddesses’ hair, the intricate folds telling a story in themselves. The Goddess called up a mirror of black glass studying the hair as it was braided.  

“Well done.” She complimented with a laugh

__________

Midnight stared into the mirror, confused by the intense vision that had filled her mind. A memory? A delusion?  Her hands kept working, as if they had a mind and memory of their own, forming the intricate braids she had seen in the mirror. As she finished her work, she leaned back, mildly surprised by the change it had on her overall appearance. The braids seemed to lend her face an ancient, timeless air. Smiling with satisfaction, she headed for the door. 

Apparently, it was time to go to school. 

As she left her room, heading for the stairs, she felt a gaze fall on her from the corner of her eye. Following her senses, she had time to see a glimpse of black hair and bright green eyes before a door slammed shut, cutting over her gaze. 

Midnight shrugged, still sorting out her memories to think of who the door slammer might be. As she descended to the bottom floor, she heard a shriek of dismay. 

“WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?” 

A middle aged woman stood in the living room, her beautiful face marred by a disgusted expression as she stared at her.

Looking down at herself, Midnight answered in confusion. “Clothes?” Her memories did not seem to indicate that this was an odd clothing choice for a normal mortal young woman. 

Do normal young women add the “mortal” part, though?

“You look like a beggar in those rags!” Her mother snapped, breaking her bemused thoughts. “Go back up and change!”

“Mother, calm down! Perhaps my sister is trying out a new style.” Her sister Dawn stepped up with a friendly smile, placing a gentle hand on their mother’s shoulder before studying Midnight’s outfit. Her smile faded a bit. “I know that you might want to try something different… but have you thought that these clothes and your hair might make you seem…”

“UGLY! FOOLISH!” 

“Old fashioned?” Compared to her mother’s shrieks, Dawn’s careful voice seemed very reasonable. As if summoned by the sight of her, the intrusive thoughts began again. 

Dawn doesn’t like it! I look terrible! I need to change! Look more like her!

She struggled internally, but her face showed no sign of the turmoil she felt. “I think this outfit suits me just fine. I’ll just stay in this.” 

Both Dawn and their mother showed shock at her refusal. Midnight’s memories made it clear the girl had never dared to disagree with them both. More fool she. Why should she waste any energy trying to please a harpy of a mother and a sister…

Pain filled her mind and the negative thought about Dawn was pushed away before it could be completed. 

Dawn is perfect! I need to be more like her!

She took deep breaths, trying to push past the increasingly annoying thoughts and the pain in her mind. Her mother continued her tirade, newly incensed by her refusal to comply. 

“You little brat! This is my house, and for the short remaining time I must  suffer your presence here  you will follow my rules! You WILL get yourself upstairs THIS INSTANT and …”

“Midnight.” A low calm voice called out. 

As if controlled by another force, Midnight swung her head in the direction of the sound, her eyes eagerly seeking out the owner of the call. 

KRIS! KRIS IS HERE! The thoughts were back again. Stronger and more insistent then they had ever been before. 

Kris. The neighbor boy. The golden child that parents used as an example to their own children. Student body president. A top athlete. Top student in the school. 

Almost every girl in the school had a crush on him, but no one made a move. They didn’t dare. They all assumed Dawn and Kris would be together in the end, and no one wanted to be the person to try to come between the golden couple. 

Midnight frowned, her memories confusing her. From what she could tell, she had grown up with a hopeless crush on the boy, hoping desperately for him to look her way for even a moment. She watched him longingly from a distance, envying her sister for her close relationship with him. In fact it seemed that most of her desire to be like Dawn stemmed from an even stronger desire: To be the only one in the eyes of the golden haired boy in front of her. 

I love him. He’s like a Prince Charming, a knight in shining armor. I just wish he could notice me!

Midnight felt sick. This isn’t right. I don’t feel this way. 

I love him! 

I don’t! 

I want him to look at me! 

“Midnight, are you all right?”  Kris asked with a knowing smile as he watched her struggle. 

Her mother snorted derisively. “Don’t waste concern on her. She won’t appreciate it. More importantly… have you asked anyone special to the Senior Dance?” She raised her eyebrows at Dawn, who blushed prettily at the suggestion. 

Kris continued to stare at Midnight, his unwavering gaze causing her hackles to rise. “I might have a girl in mind.”

Dawn giggled, paying no attention to the increasing tension in the room. 

I wish he would invite me to the dance!

I don’t want to go anywhere with him!

Midnight struggled to step back, to get away. She felt like she was suffocating, being pulled in a direction she didn’t want without any way to break free…

SLAM!

A door upstairs slammed loudly, causing everyone to jump. Feeling freed from her silent fight, Midnight turned and ran out the door, grabbing her schoolbag as she left. 

“GET BACK HERE!” Her mother screamed, but she only ran faster. 

Thank goodness for whoever slammed the door upstairs. I don’t know what’s going on with me… I should stay away from Dawn and Kris for now. 

Even the thought of avoiding them caused her significant pain. Clutching her backpack to her shoulder, she focused on the road ahead of her instead, following the directions in her memory that would lead her to school. Gradually, the pain lessened and she could breathe a sigh of relief. 

SLAM!

Midnight slammed directly into a person, stumbling back a few steps. Looking up, she saw a large angry young woman. 

She must of jumped out to get in my way… Janet. Her memory slowly supplied the name. Her sister’s “friend” Janet, she acted more like a lackey. Running errands, complimenting her, but most importantly, scaring or beating up anyone who dared try to interfere with Kris.  Although Midnight had never had the courage to even talk to Kris while making eye contact, Janet still found many reasons to beat her up. One day she didn’t like Midnight’s dress that day. Another had to do with a bad expression on her face. Any reason was used, but one thing was clear:

Running into Janet meant trouble.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Janet asked with a snarl. 

Midnight felt a deep-seated fear raise up with in her, lingering from memories of past beatings. She forced her expression to stay unimpressed. “Now Janet, I know you aren’t that smart, but even you should know that there’s school today.” She sighed loudly. “It must be very difficult to live your life with such confusion.” 

Janet’s face darkened with rage. “You watch your mouth!”

“Just give me whatever excuse you’ve come up with for beating me up this time and get it over with.” Midnight smiled sympathetically. “Try to at least make it something creative this time.”

“You made Dawn cry! She just called me about how you were wearing weird clothes and hairstyles, making fun of her and your mother, and batting your eyes at Kris.” Janet stepped closer, grabbing Midnight’s arm. “She is sobbing now, wishing she had been a better sister to you, while you stand here cracking jokes. You don’t deserve her!” 

“So you’re beating me up because my ‘caring, better sister’ called up the person who she knows has beaten me up several times to let her know that I deserve beating up… I thought you were going to try to be creative, Janet. You’ve used that one already.”

With a grunt of rage Janet dragged Midnight off to a side alley. “Scream all you like you pathetic knockoff of Dawn. No one comes by here and there’s no cameras to catch what happens.” She smiled, moving both of them further away from the street and into the shadows where they wouldn’t be seen. 

“How convenient.” Midnight looked around for a weapon. There were some broken wooden planks near the alley entrance, but she would have to break free to reach them… All these memories in my head and nothing about unarmed combat? I’d like to make a complaint. 

As Janet’s first punch connected with her stomach, however, a different sort of vision came over her, similar to when she had looked into the mirror earlier. 

____________

A valley filled with blood and fire.  Weapons broken, golden blood pooled on the ground. 

The world was burning, and only destruction was left. 

The gods had gone to war. 

A goddess grabbed her attacker by the wrist, flipping over his shoulder and twisting his arm behind him. With a wave of her hand, a blade of darkness formed, piercing through the attacking god’s heart. 

A fallen god struggled to get up from the ground. Recognizing his markings as belonging to her side, the goddess reached out with a smile “Now’s not a good time to be sitting down on the job.” 

____________

As the vision cleared, Midnight found her body moving on instinct, using her weight at the right angle to flip the larger girl over her shoulder onto the floor. Janet tried to stand up, only to be kicked back down again with a loud thud. 

“You… you… what…?” Janet sputtered with unbelief. 

Midnight grinned. “Good question. The old Midnight who used to let you beat her up regularly is gone. New, angrier, more violent Midnight is here to stay.” She cracked her knuckles. “Thanks for bringing us to a place where no one would find us. Now it’s all the easier to take some sweet, sweet revenge!” 

“NOOO!” 

Loud crashes and thuds filled the air. After a short amount of time had passed, Midnight straightened up, stretching. “Now this seems like a much better way to start the morning!”

Janet moaned, clutching her bruised and swollen face, but otherwise did not reply.

“It does seem to be a rather creative approach to getting your cardio in.”

A calm comment broke Midnight’s composure. She looked up, startled by the young man standing in front of her. 

“Saz.”

Her memory supplied the name. Tall, thin, black hair and bright green eyes, she quickly recognized him as the face she had seen in her house upstairs before the door had slammed. He was, if possible, an even more awkward existence in that house than her own. 

Initially, Midnight’s mother and father thought they would be unable to have children. After a few years of attempts, they made the decision to adopt. Sal was the infant they brought home. For two years they doted on him, treated him as their own. 

Then her mother found out she was pregnant. 

From the moment the twins were born Sal went from being a beloved son to an afterthought and embarrassment. They couldn’t return him without damaging their reputations, but they also didn’t want a constant reminder of their previous desperation. 

As a compromise Sal was mostly kept in boarding schools. When he turned 18 he returned home to help his adopted father with his business. What had started as a proposed charity case on the father’s part, however, turned into a gold mine for the company. The business had tripled in size, mostly due to Sal’s ingenuity. Now being dependent of him for the health of his business, Midnight’s father insisted that Sal live at home with them and be a part of their “loving family.” The mother had protested, of course. She hated Sal, and everything he represented. But at the father’s insistence Sal stayed, a child of the family but not. An unloved, unwanted son. 

Midnight felt they had a lot in common. 

“What brings you here?” She asked, wiping away the dirt from her face with the back of her sleeve. 

“Just going to work, heard a commotion down the alley and was curious.” Sal glanced at Janet’s bruised figure and laughed. “Glad to see you’re starting to defend yourself.” 

“Had to happen sometime, right?”

“I suppose late better than never.”  He took a step back surreptitiously putting something down behind him before stepping to the alley opening. “Aren’t you going to school?”

Midnight smiled. “I suppose. Wouldn’t want my morning exercise to cause me to be tardy for class.” She leaned down, and patted Janet on the head. “See you tomorrow. Try and come up with a better excuse when we meet again. That way we can have more fun!” 

Janet shrunk back in horror from her words, sputtering and unable to respond. 

Midnight followed Sal out of the alley, glancing over at what he had put down as she passed by.

A wooden plank, one of the ones she had spotted earlier. He must have grabbed one with the plan to help whoever was being beat up, and changed his mind once he saw us. What a nice guy.

As they left the alley Janet tried to stumble to her feet, but as she looked up she caught a glimpse of Sal’s eyes. Shuddering in fear she sank back down, grabbing her knees and trying to breathe. “And I thought she was scary…. he’s a monster.” 

Midnight was dropped off at the school entrance by Sal, and waved goodbye as she entered and sat at her regular seat. Ignoring the shocked whispers of the students around her, she thought through all of the events of that day since she had woken. Up. As she sorted out the her situation, she arrived at a fairly obvious conclusion.

I’m not Midnight. Or at least… not the same Midnight whose memories I have. Her jealousy of her sister. Her love of Kris. Even her fear of Janet… none of it feels MINE. But if I’m not her… then who am I? And why am I here? 

Looking down at her pale hands, she clenched her fists tightly. I will find out who I am and how I got here. But first… I need to change a few things. 

The former Midnight had lived her life hoping for her mother’s approval, for her sister to look up to her, for Kris to notice her. That was all well and good, but none of those things were going to happen by just sitting and waiting around. 

Maybe if I can make this life successful, and become someone others notice and look up to… perhaps I can find out more about how all this came about and who I really am. 

So first… school work. 

Midnight looked down at the notebook labeled “AP Calculus” and opened it up, studying the notes within. 

… What in the world is this nonsense?

_________

Far away in a different world a shadowy form stared into an orb. Inside the orb the form of a young woman with dark hair sitting at a desk reading a book with a frown could be seen. 

“The plan is proceeding just as I hoped.” A soft voice whisper, too quiet to discern who or what may have made it. 

“That hero was all too easy to provoke. And now I have her right where I want her. This time… Midnight will be destroyed.” 

Your sister the goddess of light and her chosen heroes have sealed you the god of darkness away. You relax in your eternal exile, when you are brought back years later by your desperate sister. You know exactly what she wants and why she brought you back.

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

The Lightning Thief Prophecy: How Aricka Jackson changes things

(Aricka and Percy Jackson; Aricka and Annabeth Chase: Aricka and Grover Underwood, Aricka x Casper Manaia)

“You shall go west, and face the god who has turned,

You shall find what was stolen, and see it safely returned,

You shall be betrayed by one who calls you a friend,

And you shall fail to save what matters most, in the end….”

While Percy didn’t trust most of the people at Camp, therefore only telling half the prophecy he’d received in public, he knew his big sister would be the one he could always trust and depend on.

“Percy, our uncle Hades wouldn’t want a war. War means death; meaning he would be even busier than he is now. Prophecies aren’t always clear until afterwards,” his sister says, as she packs up his bag, knowing more about what he would need than he did.

He watches as she packs her weapons- Ocean and Chosen One, twin daggers made by the cyclops under the sea, and strapped her necklace Hurricane around her neck, which would become a trident when in use.

“Okay, so keep an open mind,” he says; as he takes a look around the cabin for what would be the last time for a few weeks. “So, I find the bolt and I’ll see it returned to Olympus. But I don’t like that third line.”

“I know,” Aricka says, “but don’t worry about it right now. Focus on returning the Bolt to our overdramatic and overly paranoid uncle. I believe in you, little hero. We can do this, together. You said you wanted me along for a reason. Annabeth and Grover are good choices as well. We can do this and come home together. And maybe save our mother in the process.”

“And you’re gonna be with me, right?” Percy asks for assurance purposes. Aricka nods, handing him the backpack before hugging him, Percy closing his eyes and letting his big sister comfort him again. “You’re a son of the ocean. I’m a daughter of the sea, we can’t be restrained. Let’s show them why you don’t mess with the wrath of the water.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

@astralshipper @rosieshipper @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @hyperionshipping @tsundere-selfship @callsign-revenge

[treelightcitystory]

Character Chart 

Character’s full name: Ginger Farline

Reason or meaning of name: Pure, Maiden

Character’s nickname: Gingy

Reason for nickname: Short for ‘ginger root’

Birthdate: 10/7/97

Physical appearance

Age: 19

How old does he/she appear: 17

Weight: 109 lbs

Height: 5’5 ft

Body build: Slim

Shape of face: Chubby

Eye color: Pure Hazel

Glasses or contacts: None

Skin tone: Chestnut

Distinguishing marks: None

Predominant features: Her dark red hair

Hair color: Copper Red

Type of hair: Short

Hairstyle: Curly

Voice: Articulate

Overall attractiveness: Her eyes

Physical disabilities: None

Usual fashion of dress: Off-shoulder shirt, skirt, capris pants, tank top, belt, skirt shawl

Favorite outfit: Off-shoulder shirt, skirt, capris pants, tank top, belt, skirt shawl

Jewelry or accessories: Wrist and ankle bracelets

Personality

Good personality traits: Dedicated, Hard-working, Careful, Open-minded

Bad personality traits: Stubborn, Wary

Mood character is most often in: Serious

Sense of humor: Yes

Character’s greatest joy in life: Her family

Character’s greatest fear: Outlanders destroying Treelight City and the Hidden Realms

Why? They would destroy them for land and profits

What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? If the Hidden Realms are discovered by untrustworthy outsiders

Character is most at ease when: around her family, friends, and Brittany

Most ill at ease when: around someone she feels she can’t trust

Enraged when: someone betrays her and her family/conflicted with decisions

Depressed or sad when: torn apart from friends and Brittany

Priorities: Brittany’s happiness and family’s well-being

Life philosophy: “If you are driven by fear, anger or pride nature will force you to compete. If you are guided by courage, awareness, tranquility and peace nature will serve you.” ― Amit Ray, Nonviolence: The Transforming Power

If granted one wish, it would be: N/A

Why? Already has everything she wanted

Character’s soft spot: for Brittany

Is this soft spot obvious to others? Yes; upon first glance

Greatest strength: Maple Honey Fudge

Greatest vulnerability or weakness: Trapped in conlfict

Biggest regret: Unable to see her grandfather one last time

Minor regret: Standing up for what she believes in and loves

Biggest accomplishment: Helping Alli, the Renegades, and the Gang save Treelight City

Minor accomplishment: Becoming one of the best warriors of her tribe

Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: N/A

Why? N/A

Character’s darkest secret: None

Does anyone else know? N/A

Goals

Drives and motivations: Duty

Immediate goals: Protecting Treelight City from Vivianne and Dark Ones

Long term goals: Keeping her people and home safe

How the character plans to accomplish these goals: Train as hard as she could

How other characters will be affected: Proud and supportive

Past

Hometown: Suntide Valleys, Hidden Realms

Type of childhood: Happy

Pets: None

First memory: Watching a warrior competition with her father

Most important childhood memory: Being chosen as one of the best warriors in the future

Why: She made an oath to protect her people and home

Childhood hero: Blue Feather (One of the Elder Warriors)

Dream job: The leader of the Warrior Front

Education: Taught by village teachers

Religion: Like Christians

Finances: N/A

Present 

Current location: Suntide Valleys, Hidden Realms

Currently living with: Her parents and family

Pets: Fang the Wolverline

Religion: Like Christians

Occupation: Leader of the Warrior Fronts

Finances: N/A

Family

Mother: Sitara of the Farline Tribe

Relationship with her: Decent, supportive

Father: Cheif Elion of the Farline Tribe

Relationship with him: Pride, supportive

Siblings: None

Relationship with them: N/A

Spouse: N/A

Relationship with him/her: N/A

Children: N/A

Relationship with them: N/A

Other important family members: Grandparents on both sides of family, three cousins

Favorites 

Color: Green, orange

Least favorite color: Black

Music: Folklore

Food: Chicken and rice

Literature: Action and adventure

Form of entertainment: Theatre

Expressions: “Oh, dear Gods…” (spoken in her people’s foreign language)

Mode of transportation: Fang the Wolverline

Most prized possession: Warrior Ceremonial Necklace

Habits

Hobbies: Training

Plays a musical instrument? No

Plays a sport? No

How he/she would spend a rainy day: Collecting raindrops on roof for water

Spending habits: N/A

Smokes: No

Drinks: No

Other drugs: N/A

What does he/she do too much of? Training

What does he/she do too little of? Letting her guard down around Foreigners

Extremely skilled at: Combat and self defense

Extremely unskilled at: none

Nervous tics: Eyes averting

Usual body posture: Back straight

Mannerisms: Her curly, dark-red hair

Peculiarities: Her orange eyes

Traits 

Optimist or pessimist? A bit of a pessimist

Introvert or extrovert? Introvert

Daredevil or cautious? Daredevil, sometimes cautious

Logical or emotional? Logical

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Methodical but messy

Prefers working or relaxing? Prefers working

Confident or unsure of himself/herself? Confident of herself

Animal lover? Yes

Self-perception 

How he/she feels about himself/herself: An excellent warrior of her tribe

One word the character would use to describe self: Determined

One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: Ginger, the daughter of a proud Chief and the best warrior in her tribe, is ready to face hell and back to keep her people and home safe. 

What does the character consider his/her best personality trait? Her dedication to her people and home

What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait? Her stubbornness

What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? Her scars (from past battles)

What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? Her eyes

How does the character think others perceive him/her: As a headstrong warrior

What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: Learning to trust and respect outside people

Relationships with others

Opinion of other people in general: Knows there’s some good in the world, but also bad as well

Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? Not always

Person character most hates: Lady Vivianne

Best friend(s): Alli, Daleville Gang, Renegades

Love interest(s): Brittany Ambers

Person character goes to for advice: Her parents and grandparents

Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: Her family and people

Person character feels shy or awkward around: Brittany Ambers

Person character openly admires: Brittany Ambers

Person character secretly admires: Brittany Ambers

Most important person in character’s life before story starts: Her tribe and Renegades

After story starts: Her tribe, Renegades, and Daleville Gang

[yeonniesblog]

Bakugou was always famous among the hero community, in his early teens for his temper, during the starting of his hero career for being so good at what he did.

Though now as you scroll through twitter and bakugou is the number two rising hero, you can figure out how the gruffy man was chosen to be the sexiest hero this year.

Shots of the pro hero dynamite has been going viral for few weeks now, simps, his fangirls as well as the fan boys have gotten his and yours attention about this matter after trending the #daddybakugou hastag.

bakugou didn't care about it, the posts actually fed his ego if you were honest. He would just scoff at the comments and roll his eyes and give the aura that screamed as if he didn't already knew he was a 'double course snack'.

And you yourself have to admit his abs does look really good, not only in the shots but also when he comes out of the shower after another tired mission, another tired 'I think we need a break' and you pretend you could ignore his issues which he tries to forget through you, but it isn't easy— even if you keep trying to priortise your sexual desire when you watch the hot water of shower dripping off his defined eight packs— ah they were definitely drool worthy.

But. But the one thing the world or any of his lover couldn't see or be proud over was his back after you leave the marks of your nails all over them. The work of art of several red marks on the rising top hero, which you can bet his past lovers wish they could mark on but unfortunately for them though— seemed like bakugou only liked those marks by your familiar black painted nails.

The bite marks digged onto his broad shoulder, that turns purple in the morning and you can't get enough of it. You are proud of the nails mark over his sturdy back that everyone relies on, yet look at how they are at mercy under a certain manicured hands.

So a lazy smug smile has been stuck on your face since you saw bakugou putting on the t-shirt that he threw somewhere in the corner of your room last night, groaning when the fabric was touching his skin littered marks.

“you did this on purpose didn't you” his piercing red eyes looking back to your twinkling mischievous one through the mirror. you just continue to smile at him.

another roll of his eyes because of your lack of response as he continues to look for his winter coat he always seemed to wear during the season he hates.

“wanted to make your girlfriend jealous” you chipped, lips pursued into a smile but your throat felt like it was burning. You stretched your arms, letting the blanket fall of your topless body, chest littered with similar marks left on the hero infront of you.

“she isn't my girlfriend” he stopped putting on his watch, raising his head to look at you again through the mirror, eyes flickering noticing your naked soft skin. Will he be too later for a round two?

“Uh— yes you guy are on a break again” you dragged the uh a little, picking up the fallen robe on your wooden floor, you sighed closing your eyes. “sorry forgot you didn't cheat like her”

Your obvious voice mocking him in the face, bakugou turned around, clenching his fist to throw any snarky comment he could think of but he couldn't because the girl he was hanging still on for did betray him. And he couldn't change the fact.

You stepped off the bed but as soon as the pressure fell on your feet you could feel the soaring pain through your legs. cramps jerking up between your thighs.

“fuck” you cursed trying to stand properly and tie the knot of your robe, while the piercing red eyes followed your movements.

“oh did I go too hard on the number four hero?" The smug look on bakugou was evident, arms over his chest as he stood leaning against the door frame of your bedroom ready to leave for his empty apartment.

You just returned a fake smile followed with a roll of eyes. He doesn't know why he puts up with your bratty act or short tempered mood swings. Maybe next time you shouldn't be able to walk at all for two days straight. He makes a mental note of that.

Stumbling over to the bathroom you were just about to step on the white tiles, but your left foot slipped. The fabric of your silky lace bra was thrown across the room by the certain blond last night and now you could feel you are loosing balance and you were going to land on your butt but before that two big hands held you by your shoulder.

“fuckin’ idiot” bakugou growled, breathing sharply— the wooden floor of your bedroom was surely hard enough— he had felt it well and hard after accidentally tripping over your charger and hitting his head when you were in the bathroom but it was too embarrassing of a story for the crude man to share.

“You could have asked me if I was okay first mister bakugou” you stood up, untangling yourself from his big veiny hands which were plunging inside your repeatedly last night. You inhaled deeply thinking back at the memories. This dude surely needs to slow his shit down.

“Oh? I am mister bakugou now ? last thing I remember you were screaming 'katsuki! Please Katsuki more'” he mocked mimicking your voice in a pitch shrill voice, failing miserably ofcouse, you sound nothing like that.

Giving him a eye closed smile, you swiftly pinched at what you remember the last place you saw your marks on his back, causing a low groan to escape from his mouth.

Satisfied— your closed the bathroom door on his face after entering quickly, laughing to yourself by the amusing yells and curses thrown by the pomeranian from the other side of the door.

You knew well that he could break the door and get you but his urgency to go to her was proven once again when you heard the fading footsteps leaving towards the exit of your expensive apartment. Nudging off to the shower to get ready for your work, you took off your robe.

Letting the hot drizzling water flow over your body, you relaxed closing your eyes, not realising tears also started leaking through the corner of your closed eyes. You wonder when the games between the both of you would end.

But the proud smile on your face was etched once again when you remembered the dark mark on his back you left. So even if the world gets to see his abs through a ripped piece clothing or the girl who is so proud after achieving a label on their on and off relationship by the blonde you already knew how to make bakugou yours. Even if that means you play a little dirty.

Guess you will accept the date proposal from the one and only number one hero.

Sequel : honey trap