To me, Machete kind of has the energy of a secondary villain/coldhearted side character in someone else's story that a lot of fans latch onto, moreso than the protagonist. Question is, would he be the villain in anyone's story?
Why, thank you! I'm actually glad to hear he gives off that vibe. I don't think he set out to become a villain but a lot of people certainly view him as one.
So you know how twins of opposite genders are usually pretty hard to find in mythology?
What if Apollo was born as female, but 1 second in he decided "ew no" and changed into the form he felt most comfortable in? In the beginning, he enjoyed taking more effeminate and androgynous forms (see old statues of him), but then maybe someone made a comment about it and he became self conscious of it and dysphoric, hence the change to performative masculinity (see book decriptions of him, his obsession with having abs, his fashion style).
But then Zeus makes him mortal. And this time around, he decides to toy with him some more.
So he assigns Apollo to an afab body, to truthly torture him mentally and to make every second of his mortality nightmarish.
At first, he tries really hard to pass, because he's terrified of the validity of his gender being questioned. And he succeeds for a while. Maintaining a low voice hurts. And he knows running around, fighting, and even sleeping in a binder 24/7 will wreck his mortal body. He doesn't care. He keeps doing it. He runs behind everyone, he struggles to breathe, he has to deal with horrid pain. But he considers it worth it. He loathes his body. He loathes the extra fat that gives him feminine curves. He wants it all to end. He desperately wishes to get his godly form back as soon as possible.
Eventually, he collapses. His ribs are badly bruised, and he can no longer pretend to be cis. As terrifed as he was of his peers' reactions, most of them don't really care. Meg calls him a dummy, punches him, and proceeds to tackle him in a hug and punch him again. Leo tries to crack a joke to lighten the mood. Calypso reminds Apollo back in their days nobody would have given a crap.
Lester tears up. Weirdly, he feels loved. He feels accepted, he feels understood for the first time in millenia.
hello! i am back with yet another…thing. thank u for the tag @lovelymasks <3 (i realised, upon second reading, that this was supposed to be a sunday snippet but i’m an idiot n therefore this is now a saturday snippet mwuah)
I think you should go to a Healer, Sirius.
Why, he’d asked, flippant. What was there to do with a Healer when you were a convict on the run? Besides, Sirius was wrong in a way that couldn’t be made right. He was past the point of return. Healers would’ve barely known what to do with him before Azkaban, let alone in the condition he was in now.
Because you look like a stiff wind will blow you over, Harry’d answered, though the answering flippancy didn’t quite land the way he intended because what Sirius heard was ‘Because I don't want to lose anyone else.’
What Harry didn't say, and Sirius didn’t want to hear, was ‘Because I can’t lose another parent.’
He quietly acquiesced after that. The trembling, hopeful smile growing on his godson’s face was enough to wipe away all apprehensions after that.
Until now, when Harry was at Hogwarts, and he was second guessing this whole business.
Did he really need a Healer, like, really?
One look at the mirror in front of him gave him a solid, sturdy answer.
He was dressed in his old rags and it was a testament to the conditions of Azkaban that clothes from when he was younger, before hitting his final growth spurts, were barely just fitting him now. Sirius’ back was almost constantly bent these days--all days spent curled up in a ball seemed to have reshaped his skeletal structure, who knew--each vertebrae gaining a distinct notch in the column of his skin. His stomach was a fascinating blend of too small and too bloated. He couldn’t keep anything down, but he wasn’t able to eat much either. A mystery for the ages.
Less said about his face, the better. Sirius wasn’t vain, never had any reason to be, but there was a certain…pride he’d maintained, a level of outward appearance that was considered bare minimum for a Black, a conditioning he’d never managed to shake off.
It was that conditioning itching at him now, turning him away from any reflective surface before he could see his distorted features, grotesque and inhuman, staring back at him.
And ultimately, it was that, he realised with a shameful sort of guilt, that pushed him to see a Healer. Not his godson’s pleading look, not concern for his wellbeing--but leftovers from an upbringing that he hated, his mother’s words he couldn’t stop hearing, his father’s sharp commands.
Ultimately, it was his blood that made him give in, as it always did.
further tagging @jmagnabo92 @soopsiedaisies @groundzero-v 💜
The monkey chatters sharply. Marisa glares. Hateful creatures, both of them, she thinks, like broken mirrors only capable of showing the worst parts. Their worst parts have grown wild in isolation, clashing all the time.
Following an impulse, she holds his gaze, then sinks to her knees, leans forward – then, after a moment of consideration, growls. Her upper lip curls to show teeth. Vocal cords strain dangerously. A menacing grumble is rolling somewhere so deep in her throat she didn't know a sound like that could be produced.
Her daemon drops to all fours and mirrors the note, prowling toward her. Golden fur on his neck bristles, he even paws at the ground a couple of times as if aiming for a blow. He wouldn't dare, and neither would she, but both feel rabid for wanting to. Snarling, they inch the distance between them and stare at each other, face to face – repulsive, repulsed, and ugly.
Marisa x daemon + exiled together, in wait of a trial after Edward's death.
Hope you get better soon! Sending threshold hyperevolution vibes your way
ty for this!!! 😭💕💕💕💕💕 i yearn to scream about lizards again. im feeling a lot better today, i totally effed my arm up over the weekend and inflamed it i think WHOOPS lol. still cant straighten it but i guess thats something to work toward. 😤👍
I've been trying my damnedest to finish 'Wrapped Up In Christmas Memories' and even thought I was nearly there last weekend until I went back and reread an earlier snippet...and sadly realized I had no idea how to incorporate it in the second chapter.
Thinking about it on and off this week, my plan is now to make it three chapters. Wherein chapter three should have the most satisfying payoff 🤞🤞🤞 (in my imagination, anyway🫤). Hopefully, for anyone still interested, I will be posting chapter two sometime today.
I want to thank everyone who has been so patient and supportive of my efforts, especially amid the neverending writer's block I'm mired in. With extra heaps of love for those who have come to love my OFC, Hope Collins, and her pairing with Stephen Strange, almost as much as I do❣️
I hope you will find the completed story worth the wait!
I am still waiting for friends to catch up to me to get through Shadowbringers so we can all start Endwalker together.
We were all at roughly the same place as of like May 6th, that's JUST how busy people have been, I am at most like a week's worth of content ahead of them and I'm trying to be patient, but I'm starting to go insane.