Okay so at this point in time, the only people who have good things to say about Ares and would say it are:
Shimmer (probably not but can’t be completely ruled out), Dolos, Tenebris, Aphrodite themselves, Aion (maybe? If they’re not currently absent?), and….. I think that’s all? I guess Alastor could say something about what he’s like professionally speaking but somehow I doubt it .
Lilith isn’t here yet cause she shows up mid-to-late chapter 2 if I’m not mistaken ? If I am then I guess we could also slap her on this list .
But wait ! If Ares is currently shacking up with Dolos, then this happens after the puzzle surrounding his strange activities - which in hindsight explains why you drew her in her . Well her era , instead of her depressed and repressed guy era .
So that means that whatever is happening…. hey wait, didn’t Ares like…. Quit his job after she’d met Dolos or am I getting the timeline wrong on that ??
He faked his death in order to leave THEN met dolos who he stayed with for a few years. then dolos ‘dies’ and he’s so distraught he goes back to the job he was willing to kill himself to leave. And then he meets Aphrodite.
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And now we have an Adora/She-Ra!
I think she turned out better than my He-Man, partially because I find women easier to draw than men (though with this franchise, I could get in a lot of practice for the latter haha). Though, like with her brother before, the base form was easier to come up with a design for than the empowered form.
I did initially think of Adora with long hair, but given she starts out as Despara in my personal iteration (I need to be more consistent on what I call it XP), I thought of her with short hair and decided... I like that better.
Oh, yeah, bonus Despara:
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HE’S NOT THE MAN HE USED TO BE. He feels it more than ever around his eldest daughter. It’s a curse all fathers face at some point in their lives, where they look around and realize that they are no longer needed, no longer the lead influence, in their daughter’s life . . . But with everything that has happened, he feels it all the more strongly with every little action. When her words make him grit his teeth. When her laugh at his words makes him want to slap her. When the mention of that stupid band makes him want to drown himself in another bottle until he’s forgotten he even has had a daughter. And it’s uncomfortable, all of this. William hasn’t struggled to keep power in a conversation for years. And God, struggling now makes him feel older than ever.
It’s the small things that break a man’s pride most. Here, it’s her insistence on being named Ollie. Ollie, Ollie, with no respect or care that he had named her. Him ! Her mother had wanted something different. He had pleaded. It’s a sign he’s not just lost his daughter, but any influence he had over her too, and it’s enough to actually drive him to action: lurching forward towards her, eyes simmering with heated anger, gait unsteady, cigarette discarded. It’s the least important thing now. He’s stopped by his own awareness of the passers - by and his scraps of sanity ( delusion ), that remind him she is only acting out because she isn’t old enough to know better. She’s young, still, and doesn’t know the lengths to which her father is going for her. For them all ! And so he refrains, barely, from grabbing her. Wouldn’t have known what to do with himself from there. He has never laid a hand on his children. Despite everything, the idea of it sickens him now. “ A grown adult and somehow you’re still an ungrateful brat, ” he snaps, composure crumbling, and for a second he feels like the child, screaming and shouting about something so small, “ your name is Olivia. I don’t care what your little friends call you, I don’t care what you’ve called yourself. You’ll always be Olivia, do you understand ? ” Evan, Elizabeth, Michael, Olivia. His babies, his children. It’s almost impossible for him to reconcile the image of Ollie as a child with the young woman in front of him: in his drunken state, he blames Ollie for taking his daughter Olivia away. Stares her down with a vicious glint in his eyes, evening air biting at his skin.
CONTINUED. / @feardrummed
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L is for 'Lyssa
'Lyssa whispers within the heart of her vessel, becoming more alive...
I’ve returned from the shadows after hiding deep within a bruised heart, called by The Hand and the Eye of the Tower. A Godling for Your Thoughts? This godling etched me upon a coin, breathing life into me from an image, a thought, a wish. She will always be My Tool, My Treasure even if she thinks I am hers. Too long have we been caught in a Web of Inspiration. It’s time to spin one of my own.…
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— 11:06pm
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iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader
a/n: college au! this is honestly just a little blurb i thought of during the day cuz i just can’t stop thinking of iwa these days smh
wc: 643
you sighed, laying your pen down on the table. you were officially done with your weekend assignments and a glance at the digital clock on your boyfriend’s desk told you it was already 11:06pm on a sunday.
iwaizumi sat cross-legged on his bed with his back against the wall, as he played games on his phone. he had already finished his assignments in the afternoon but being the master procrastinator you were, you left it till the last minute (a/n: like me ngl).
you crawled onto the bed and started to wiggle your way into his lap, finally sitting comfortably between his legs. your head was tucked under his chin and your arms hugged his torso.
“you done with your work?” he asked, half distracted by his game.
“mhmm…” you yawned.
the room was quiet except for the sound of the ceiling fan above you, and the sound of gunfire from iwaizumi’s phone. you shifted slightly so your head was against his chest, and you could hear his steady heartbeat.
“i’m sorry babe, i can’t really stop this game right now, oikawa would kill me if i just left him and mattsun halfway through. we’re about to win, though, so just gimme a moment, alright?” he explained.
you looked up and saw that he was in deep concentration. his brows were slightly pinched and his lips were pursed as his eyes darted across the screen. he was mumbling something like “that damn jerk just won’t die”. his fingers hit the screen repeatedly and you giggled at how engrossed your boyfriend was in the game.
the tiniest dimple in his left cheek started to show as he stuck his tongue out in concentration.
so damn cute.
you didn’t mind that he was playing a game with his friends from high school. they hadn’t seen each other since college started, and it was hard to find a time and place for them to meet up. honestly, you didn’t really care what he was doing as long as you got to cuddle with him.
“yes! we got it,” he hissed.
you giggled as he put his phone down on his bedside table and turned back to you. he bent down to kiss you on the lips before reaching over to turn the lights off.
his phone lit up, buzzing with an incoming call just as you two laid on the bed. iwaizumi grunted and reached over to pick it up. you yawned again and closed your eyes.
“iwa-chan~~ where did you go? we’re about to play another game,” you heard the whiny voice of your boyfriend’s best friend on the phone. you peeked at him to see his reaction.
iwaizumi tsked and replied, “go screw yourselves.. i’m with y/n and i gotta sleep, shitty-kawa. i’ll play with you guys next time, okay?”
“ooooh is iwa-chan with his-,” oikawa’s words got cut off as iwaizumi ended the call with a roll of his olive eyes, sighing in annoyance. even after dating for nearly two years, his friends still teased him about being able to “pull” someone as amazing as you.
you often heard quips like “how much did you pay them to be with you?” or “are you sure they can see clearly?” though you were pretty damn sure you could see clearly, because anyone could see that iwaizumi was one hell of a snacc (a/n: ok lyssa chill).
he flopped back into bed next to you and pulled you closer to him, burying his head into your neck and mumbling something about oikawa being stupid and having a class at 8am the next day. you chuckled and ran your fingers through his hair, planting a chaste kiss on his head.
“g’night, babe. i lohvfe youh,” he said from his place next to you, his words muffled.
“i love u more, haji.”
“ ‘mpothsible.”
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