#what leo felt was gender envy

[inciexec]

karai shows her younger sister how to do make up like hers <3

#tmnt 2012 #leo 2012 #leonaro tmnt #leo tmnt #karai #hamato karai #tmnt 2012 karai #2012 karai #transfem 2012 leo #sister bonding time #fuck leorai that ship is NOT real #what leo felt was gender envy

[doughliciousfrosting]

What was it like for your Transfem Leo to come out to her family?

Intro:

Oh my god I love this question. I LOVE ANY QUESTION ACTUALLY. Personally I've been debating on whether Leo would come out as transfem before or after Splinter's death. I've decided before for the simple reason that I really want Splinter to have a nice moment with her as her daughter yk? I guess I'd have to start off with how Leo realized she was transfem. I'm gonna be honest prior to this ask I hadn't given it much thought so I'll try my best to figure it out here right now!! If my initial headcanon for this changes I'll make an update post on it later.

Leo realizes she's transfem:

I'd imagine the turtles themselves don't really have a strong sense of gender, since not only are they turtles, they've also spent the first 15 years of their life in social isolation in the sewers. The only idea of gender they really percieve stems from Splinter, and from their perspective I imagine they kind of just interpret Splinter as a ninja and nothing else. So I think Leo initially tries her best to mimic Splinter and his behaviors. I think Leo's view on herself completely shifted when they met April, because she was an entirely new person. I think Leo at first didn't think much of it because April was human, but then when they met Casey she didn't feel the same kind of envy YKWIM?? Like Leo took one look at April and was like "idk what that is but I wanna be that." I feel like this internal dialogue came to a climax when she went to visit the tea girl from S1. I headcanon she still visits and they have cute lil tea parties lol. So the little girl says she wants to give Leo a makeover, and at first Leo is like "haha no." And the girl is INSISTENT she's like "if you don't let me I'm going to scream and get my dad over here" and Leo caves finally, she's like "OKAY OKAY 😰😰" so the girl dresses her up with what she can (obviously the little girls clothes wouldn't fit Leo who has a huge ass shell on her back LMAO) and she tries to do Leo's makeup. Leo looks in the mirror and thinks like wow.. something abt this just clicks for me. And it kind of makes Leo realize like, this is what she had been wanting since she realized there were genders outside of her rat dad LMAO.

Coming out:

April:

With this in mind, I think that Leo wouldn't exactly have a word for what she is? And frankly I don't think she'd immediately take action either. I think she'd go to April for help, and after telling April what she felt, April would be able to explain what Leo is experiencing. So I guess unintentionally, she came out to April first LMAO 😭 and after Leo realizes she might be trans she's kind of like ermrmmm what do I do abt it now.... So I imagine April gives Leo help on where to start! I think she'd recommend Leo come out to her family members one at a time (if that's what she wanted). So Leo thinks on it for a couple of days or weeks.. (Let's be honest, months). And after finally mustering the courage, she picks a sibling to talk to.

Donnie:

I don't know if this is surprising to some people or not, but I feel like Leo would come out to Donnie first. Mainly because Donnie wouldn't yell (Raph) and would be less likely to accidentally tell other people (sorry Mikey..) Since the 2012 turtles aren't as in touch with emotions as the ROTTMNT turtles, I think that it would definitely be very awkward, but Leo would try to approach it as scientifically as possible. Which serves a double purpose of not being confusing and also being a little more devoid of emotion. I think Leo would start like "you know how gender is a social construct and etc.." And then after blabbing over her words Donnie would be like "hold on are you trying to tell me you're trans?" And Leo would be like "erm.. Yas? Unless u think it's weird because then no.." I think Donnie would know what trans means bcuz Donnie studies human society and stuff. I don't think he'd know how to respond, but I think he'd def question Leo on it out of curiousity, not malice. So after a thorough interview so Donnie can collect data LMAO Donnie kicks leo out the lab is like "cool thanks sis," and that's the end of it.

Mikey:

I think Leo would go to Mikey next because I dont think Mikey would care much BAHAHA. I imagine it's just Leo pulling up next to Mikey (whos doing something like hanging out with I.C.K. or practicing skateboarding) and I imagine the convo goes somewhat like this:

Leo: "Mikey?"

Mikey: "Yeah bro?"

Leo: "uhh I'm not ur bro, I'm ur sister it'd be cool if u could call me that from now on"

Mikey: "cool sis."

Mikey and Leo: "...."

Mikey: "do I still call u Leo orrrr?-"

Leo: "Leo is fine! I have to go train now so uhh bye?"

Mikey: "k bye Leo!"

Mikey would be so unbothered I think LMAO

Raph:

I think Raph would be last, why? Because any sort of convo with Raph regarding emotions tends to be very heavy for Leo and Raph together lmao. I think Leo would STRESS OUT, after telling Mikey she 100% has to tell Raph soon before someone else says something. I think Leo would ask to speak to Raph while Raph's in his room. After knocking and being allowed inside, Leo would sit on raphs bed completely silent and withdrawn. Raph would realize the serious atmosphere and give Leo his full attention. After a little awkward silence, raph would get over it and I think the convo would go something like:

Raph: "Whats up leo? You kinda just made urself cozy in my room. "

Leo: "I..... need to talk to u abt something"

Raph: "well yeah I figured that much"

Leo: "right...."

- more silence -

Raph: "so?? -"

Leo: "Raph. Do you hate girls"

Raph: "WHAT???"

Leo: "WAIT NO THATS NOT HOW I MEANT TO ASK THAT"

Raph: "are u asking me if I'm gay???"

Leo: "NOOO NO NO I'M ASKING ABOUT ME"

Raph: ".... Are *YOU* gay???"

Leo: " WAIT NO.."

Raph: "cuz it's fine if u are this is just a rlly weird way to say it"

Leo: "NOO NO I LIKE GIRLS, THATS NOT WHAT I'M TRYING TO TELL YOU"

Raph: "SO SPIT IT OUT ALREADY!!"

Leo: *sighs*

Leo: "okay I like girls right?.. But I dont just LIKE girls, I also like um.. BEING a girl."

Raph: "huh???"

Leo: "LIKE. YOU KNOW??"

Raph: "wait so.. youre saying that youreeeee a girl?...." (Brain processing)

Leo: "yes...."

Raph: "....so are you gonna like wear dresses and tiaras now?"

Leo: "dude. Have u ever been around a girl?? U don't see April walking around in dresses and tiaras!"

Raph: "I was just asking jeez!!"

Leo: "well don't ask dumb questions!! And to answer ur dumb question no, I will not. I'm a ninja first, I don't think doing flips and Parkour around the city in a big poofy dress is very practical.."

Raph: "righttt.... so when are you gonna tell everyone else?"

Leo: *cringes* "emm I kind of already told everybody else besides splinter? ":)"

Raph: ".........."

Raph: "WHY AM I THE LAST PERSON TO KNOW!?"

-- end scene LOL --

Splinter:

I don't exactly have dialogue for this one, but I think it would definitely be the hardest one for Leo to do. I think Leo would feel like shes ruining splinters expectations of her or something yk?? So she starts off on this big ramble about how she'll always be splinters kid and she hopes this doesn't change anything. I think she'd come off as kind of hysterical so splinter would shut her down and straight up ask what's wrong. So Leo would blurt it out and splinter would 100% be accepting. I think splinter would tell Leo that back when he first named them, he assumed them all to be boys bcuz he didn't want another daughter at the time since he was still mourning Miwa and didn't want to feel like he was replacing her. Splinter would tell Leo he's honored to have her as a daughter now, and then ask if she wants another name that suits her. I personally think Leo would decline, I think she'd want to keep it because it's the one splinter gave her and she doesn't have a problem being called leonardo lolol

Conclusion:

Firstly, this was a long read so if ur still here thank u for listening to my word vomit!! Secondly, I'd like to give a disclaimer here.. **I AM NOT A WRITER** HELPMEAHSLAH I don't know if thats clear or not. I have a vague idea on how these events would go, but I can't always articulate them correctly. I hope this was somewhat comprehensible. And lastly, to the person who sent the message thank u for the asking!! This was very fun to answer and it made me give thought to something I hadn't before!

Edit: WAIT LAST THING I FORGOT TO ADD. I AM NOT TRANS!!!! So if the way I describe this experience for Leo doesn't seem right please let me know 😭😭

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt leo #tmnt leonardo #transfem leo #transfem leo lore #queer hcs

[ellilyre]

Ive lose the ask asking for my transmasc!Leo headcanon TT but i have them written down so imma post em like that

Leo transmasc headcanon

(many things are based on my own experience. Especially the dysphoria related things (so when i talk about Leo not being a real boy it is what he thinks bc of dysphoria. It’s not true.))

(warning angst angst (but thats Leo so that was expected)

it was so obvious even when he was small. He always wanted to play with boys, wear boys clothes, ect… His mom was fine with it. She bought him boys toys and clothes and even sometimes called him hijo. She was a bit confused, but she knew it made her child happy and it's all that mattered. 

However, it didn’t go that well with his foster homes. However much he tried, they always stuck to his deadname and she/her. That was a big part of the reason he kept running away. 

There really is no story behind the name Leo. He picked that one bc it sounded cool. 

Once he got a good enough passing, he did everything he could so ppl will assume he’s cis.

Don’t ask me how he gots his hands on hrt. It’s a long and weird story.

The wilderness school was very strict about not mixing girls and boys in dorms. 

Piper was his roommate, that’s how they met. 

In their memories created by Hera, Jason has kinda always known he’s trans. So Leo never bothered to hide it from Jason (as he does with others).

But Jason doesn’t have much (any) education on transidentity… At first he assumed Leo was a cis guy, and then some things were a bit confusing (why was he in fem dorms ? Why does he wear a tank top under his shirt ? Did he just ask Piper for a tampon???) but he just kinda gave up on trying to understand, bc Leo is a nice guy anyways. And with time (and exterior knowledge on the matter) he started to put the pieces together and to understand that “ooh ok that makes sense". 

Otherwise. Leo has no desire to get out of his comfortable closet. 

He has such a fragile masculinity 

Sometimes he acts a little bit macho. He’s aware he’s acting like an asshole but he’s terrified of being perceived as feminine. 

Why does he try to flirt with every girl he sees ? Another attempt to pass better (and comfort himself in his fragile masculinity) by copying stereotypical boys' things.

He overbind so much, GODS. Man will wear his binder for 11h straight (while fighting and running around) and then have the audacity to complain that his body hurts.

Piper tries very hard to remind him to take proper breaks. 

Jason is the biggest gender envy ever. He is handsome, tall, muscular… Leo really loves him but he also is so jealous and envious. 

He is very envious of other boys in general. 

When Percy got woken up in the middle of the night and left his cabin shirtless. When Frank went to take a break in the men’s restroom…

Gods, he would do anything to just be a normal boy. To be like them. To have their bodies. To not have to destroy his body to look slightly more masculine. To not have this constant fear that they’re gonna find out. 

And to add to the reasons why he felt so much like the 7th wheel : Among the 7 there are 3 girls, 3 boys… And Leo. Forever inbetween. Not a girl, but not a boy like the others either. 

Fortunately, with time he learnt to accept himself better and to feel more comfortable with others. 

Piper helped him to go easier on himself. And he had an actual proper talk with Jason.

The first person he actually came out to was probably Annabeth, bc she’s cool and wise and nice. 

And then he saw it actually was ok. She didn’t treat him any differently, she didn’t tell anyone else. She was cool with it.

He then told Frank and Hazel, with Piper’s help (mostly to explain to Hazel all those new terms). And it also went very great ! He then also told Percy and Nico. 

He’s not entirely out, just to his closest friends and his siblings at camp. And it’s enough. 

He still overbinds, but he has ppl to (discreetly) remind him to take care of himself. He’s still very dysphoric but his loved ones know how to remind him that he is their brother, an amazing boy.

#pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #leo valdez #heroes of olympus #hoo #pjo hoo toa #pjo headcanon

[lotus-duckies]

the queerness of 2012 is really weird because it straddles the line of plausible deniability so well and the fact it's so obviously edgy teenage boy coded, so when something kinda queer happens you're like "wait was that intentional or" as opposed to Rise, where the queer coding is blatant, especially with its usage of gender nonconformity and literally putting a rainbow flag into the show

so anyway here's an essay about leo's bisexuality. yes this will be covering his crush on karai in a romantic context even though everyone hates it and wants to rephrase it as gender envy, i'm sorry but someone has to do it

The first question we must ask, does Leo have some kind of indication of having attraction to more than one gender?

There was a tumblr post recounting canon tmnt facts, one of which says the art book states that Leo has a 'man crush' on Captain Ryan.

Which, I am wheezing at the idea that the thing that makes Leo imperfect is the fact he has a man crush on Captain Ryan. Nothing else, just the man crush.

I did google the definition of a man crush because even though I am clearly just so manly what the heck is that.

-an intense and typically non-sexual liking or admiration felt by one man for another. -a man who is the object of another's intense liking or admiration.

Yeah that's approximately Leo's relationship with Captain Ryan, an intense admiration for a fictional man. Obviously, having a man crush doesn't automatically mean you're attracted to men, but given Leo's general behaviors in the show, I'm more inclined to believe he does have Some Kind of attraction to men.

Karai

The thing about Leo's crush on Karai is that it was executed in a distinctly different way than any of his brothers' love affairs.

With his brothers, they're very open about the fact they're into whatever girl the narrative has assigned them. Donnie's crush has been known by everyone since episode 1 and he and Mikey are not subtle about their admiration. Raph was talking about how cool he thinks Mona is and if turtles and newts can go on dates even though she was introduced as an antagonist before becoming an ally.

Karai was also introduced as an antagonist who Leo has some kind of attraction to, but he hid it. He refused to tell his family about it, only telling April who then chastised him about it. His family only found out by accident, and even then he either didn't tell them he liked her, shrouded in excuses of "We both like the fine craftsmenship of swords" and "I can see the good in her, I can save her", or begrudginly added "I guess I sort of liked her" at the end.

This reads as a very queer narrative, closeted kids discovering themselves and only their friends know out of fear of getting rejected by their families.

And this is also why I do think Leo has an Actual Crush on Captain Ryan. Trying to explain it as having an admiration for Captain Ryan and wanting to be a hero is much the same as trying to explain why he was hanging out with Karai, wanting to help her or admire swords.

His personality as a Very Good Boy who follows the rules and cares if they accidentally hurt people exemplifies the changes he went through from Karai's influence.

(also like. if space heroes is supposed to be a parody of star trek. girl star trek is so horny. and Leo says that space heroes has a ton of fans currently, implying he's seen the fanbase, and the very strong possibility that the fanbase is mostly populated by gay fanfiction

and yknow. Leo's the embodiment of 2010's tumblr fangirl, which has a lil queer autistic in it)

Karai is very visibly a lesbian, an edgy punk butch lesbian, and she and Shinigami lowkey embody a butch femme dynamic and the fact Karai is depicted as the more formidable, domineering force with a sword and Shinigami as a bit more pathetic with a cat is reminiscent of the japanese lesbian dynamics from this post. It's all very gay.

And she's an antagonist lesbian to Leo's closeted and internalized biphobia.

She represents the desire to give up and be swallowed by selfishness, forgoing responsibility and cleanliness in favor of having fun.

Leo is resistant to giving in. His attempts to do so immediately get shut down, and he's rejected by his family, even for a moment, for wanting to go do Bad Things. He tries to fix Karai, make her good and acceptable. But he slips further, eventually falling into Karai's circle to be gay and commit crimes against the Foot Clan empire.

In this way his sexuality is explored through self expression, the moral ambiguity, and transition from an absolute rule follower caring deeply about the affects his actions has on others to burning a building full of money. It's very classic "good girl getting corrupted" story telling, but at the same time it isn't, because Leo maintains an overall good moral compass, he just grew up. Sometimes killing people is a necessity, sometimes you make mistakes, sometimes people get hurt.

Being queer stops being this huge shameful, evil thing and it starts just being part of you.

#i'm writing so many words and i don't know if any of them make sense #leonardo hamato #karai hamato #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 #bisexual #analysis

[ryderastrea]

Ryder’s past crushes, because he has no exes

-Chandler Rohul: Ryder’s very first crush in the fourth grade. Ryder never said anything to him, but they wrote Ryder Rohul all over his worksheets, and the teacher had to tell them to stop. They have no idea what he’s doing now. He was never brave enough to talk to him, and they weren’t in the same class again after fourth grade.

-Michelle Dumas: Michelle was in his sixth grade class, and he thought it was a crush, because he stared at Michelle a lot and thought she was really pretty, but it turned out to be “gender envy.” Ryder wanted to look like Michelle more than they wanted to hold her hand. She inspired him to try growing out his hair. That was also when he realized he wasn’t really attracted to girls. 

-Shawn Elkies: They had a huge crush on him in middle school, and it must’ve been really obvious, because Shawn’s friends dared him to pretend to be Ryder’s secret admirer by leaving love letters in his locker. Finally, he asked to meet Ryder at recess where he revealed in front everyone it was just a dare the whole time. There was a lot of laughing, Ryder cried in front of everyone, Robin beat up Shawn, and later on Skylar made him cry. Last Ryder heard, Shawn just graduated from college and has a long-term girlfriend.

-Harley Reynolds: Ryder might have secretly thought Robin’s boyfriend was really cute but ignored it, because he was super off-limits. They felt a little slighted when they found out later on that Harley thought Ryder was cuter, because he could’ve come to them first. They’re a loyal brother and immediately wrote Harley off as the worst after that though.

-Mikey Lee: Mikey was Ryder’s crush throughout most of high school. He was two grades above him and a fellow hybrid, though he didn’t have a twin. He was always really nice and said “hi” to him when they passed in the hallway, but, again, nothing really happened. Mikey had a steady boyfriend until he graduated, so Ryder just pined after him from afar. Mikey is currently engaged to said boyfriend and trying to get his first book published. 

-Leonid “Leo”: As far as Ryder knows, Leo is his first love. The gunner immediately charmed him when he approached him in the jewelry shop and bought a pair of earrings for him. They spent the day together and ended up hooking up that same day. Ryder didn’t see Leo for months after that, which gave them plenty of time to build him up in their head. They thought there might be something more there, even if they couldn’t realistically date, but their hopes were crushed when Leo informed them, very bluntly, at Fallout that it was just a one night stand.

#hc #these are all named after tv show characters from the 90s if you squint lol

[just-december-things]

Alright, done with House of Hades.

Absolutely loved thw Tartarus portions. Especially when Tartarus actually showed up. All the discussion of Tartarus as his body was very cool, and not something people aknowledge all that often, so that was really cool to see. Having him show up was even better, he was a very well written antagonist.

Which brings me to the not so well written antagonists. Khione, Nyx, Pasiphae. Honestly most of the women. It feels rather one note at this point. None of Riordan's women antagonists are particularly imposing. They're all defeated in more or less the same way, playing up the envy of themselves, or thwir subordinates, or both.

Nyx especially I had higher hopes for. She's supposed to be this powerful, primordial being that even the gods fear. She should be as imposing as Tartarus, and have little care for these demigods. But she just came off as petty and self obsessed. As most of Riordan's women antagonists do.

Also, just the sheer number of women who are made into antagonists, it feels like Riordan is determined to make every woman from Greek and Roman myth into a villain. Honestly, I could write a whole paper on Riordan's writing about gender. And I want to, at some point. After I've read all his books. So expect that in a few years, maybe.

On a lighter note: Frank! I was sort of iffy on him at first, but honestly his arc in this book was so good. And Piper finally getting to do something was also nice to see. Leo's felt a little forced to be honest, but he seems less homophobic now, so that's nice.

I am also noticing how important choice is as a theme. Over and over, characters are forced to chose between different paths, diciding what to do with their life and others. I mean, if was kinda the point of the first series, so I'm surprised I only picked up on it now.

I did enjoy the book, depite what it may sound like. It was fun, even if it does have a lot of issues

#liveblogging pjo #percy jackson books #pjo #heros of olympus #hoo #house of hades

[wordsthatache]

4. ravenous

i wish i knew how it felt to be ravenous.

1. i'm twelve years old and puberty just kicked in and the hormones are all over the place and there's a boy. a boy at school. i've known him since primary school but now i'm obsessed with him. first crush, can't stop blushing. super awkward.

now i'm like: was that gender envy? was it comphet? was it just undiagnosed adhd and a brain starved of dopamine?

2. i'm thirteen and i go to a different school and it's all girls. i have a crush on orlando bloom, and another crush on a famous footballer. teen years roll by and i crush on leo, like everyone did. was that comphet? those feelings felt raw and real and i was starving. was my brain just broken?

3. i did not have a crush on the girl who first slid fingers in between my thighs. i kissed her, it's true, but it was all just experimenting. trying things out. did i have a crush on her? did i want her to do those things? i don't know. i don't know what i want. she touches me and i feel nothing and then everything. i lie there not knowing what to do.

"you don't make any noise" she complains and i think, oh, right, am i supposed to make noise? apparently you're supposed to make noise.

4. i'm 19 and go to university, and there's a boy. a boy at school. did i have a crush on him? i think i did but when i asked him out and we kissed and did stuff i didn't feel... anything. i thought it would feel amazing but it just felt awkward. i broke up with him not long after.

5. i'm in my 20s and i have a crush on... no one. i feel broken. i cast around for Men To Like and tell people i'm really into celebrities and pretend i'm feeling more attraction than i am. i pick the closest man and fixate on him and tell myself it's a crush, but the reality is i feel nothing. people touch me and i feel nothing. i work my brain into obsessions over men i don't really like and now i look back and think: were those just hyperfixations?

6. i'm 26 and a man tells me he loves me. we're friends. i think: this is as good as it's gonna get, so i date him and marry him. he touches me and i feel nothing. i dissociate right out of my body and feel nothing at all, except broken. i'm probably doing something wrong. i tell myself this is love, but now i think... maybe i just didn't want to be alone anymore.

7. i'm 30 and i'm ravenous, all of a sudden, out of nowhere. not for the man i married. for a different man. i meet him at work and he's casual and sincere and genuine and i'm hungry again. i want him to touch me. i fantasize about leaving my husband for him. nothing comes of it, not even a hug, but for a few sweet months i don't feel broken.

8. i'm 36 and i leave my husband. he's taken ten years of my life and it's enough. my best friend sends me song recs and i hear the lyric "i don't think i've ever been really loved by a hand that's touched me" and i sob until i can't breathe.

9. i'm 37 and i still don't know what it's like to be ravenous. i was a ravenous teenager and then as soon as someone touched me, i couldn't feel anything anymore. what's wrong with me? i wish i was hungry. i wish i felt that. i keep digging and digging into myself to try and find that hunger, that craving, that desire. i'm so fucking lonely but my heart doesn't move and my blood doesn't run hot.

i'm dying. maybe i'm already dead.

10. i'm 37 and i don't like myself. i never have. i tell my best friend and we talk about gender and for the first time i say the words "i'm not a woman" out loud. and i wonder if everyone who ever touched me just killed me a little bit. they touched a woman but that's not who i am.

what would i have felt if they actually touched me?

for @nosebleedclub's October prompts

#nosebleed club #prompts #let me tell you a thing #ravenous #gender #the song is 'push' by matchbox twenty #i don't think i'm broken but i feel broken

[elfsidian]

About - Jamor Lavellan

Thank you for the tag, @noire-pandora ! 

(art by https://twitter.com/golemofthewoods) 

Info is below the cut because I got a tad carried away ^^;

Name: Jamor Lavellan

Alias: Sparks, Herald, Inquisitor, Amatus  

Gender: male (trans <3)

Age: He is around 20 at the start of Inquisition, and 23ish after the events of Trespasser 

Species: Elf

Zodiac: aquarius / aries / cancer / capricorn / gemini / leo / libra / pisces / sagittarius / scorpio / taurus / virgo / unknown

Abilities/Talents: A mage with a particular affinity for fire based and healing magics. He also likes to draw and paint, only unfortunately this ability is hindered after losing his left hand. He is extremely empathetic and intuitive, though this can sometimes be a curse as much as a blessing. He also loves reading, and learned how at a young age, with a particular fascination in history. 

{𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙}

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true 

Religion: While Jamor is open-minded to most possibilities, he did strongly believe in his elven creators for most his life. His beliefs were totally shattered by what he later learned in Trespasser, and he is now uncertain and skeptical towards most things 

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages: Common tongue, Elvhen (he gets by), and is slowly learning bits of Tevene from Dorian

Family: His mother was a member of Clan Lavellan, and was, for a time, with a city elf/elf-blooded (still working thru this part lmao), who turned out to...not be a good person let’s say. She had a few children - Jamor being the oldest - with him before the Clan pulled her away from the situation. But Jamor felt a sense of responsibility to all the children in the Clan, the few of them there were at any given time.

Friends: Jamor never really had friends outside of his Clan until the Inquisition. He mostly liked to be alone, or with animals, which he has a sort of affinity with. He got along well with most members of the Inquisition, though Josephine, Cassandra and Varric are his closest friends. He is close to and protective of Cole, and always had a sort of admiration for Leliana and Solas. While both were good friends, there was always something about them that Jamor didn’t trust, especially Solas. While he did grow closer to Leliana, he turned out to be right about Solas. And of course, he was good friends with Dorian before their relationship became romantic.

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bi-/pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

Relationship status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating/ IT’S COMPLICATED

Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

{𝑃ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙}

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other

Eyes: brown / blue / green / black / other 

Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other

Height: 5′3 / 163cm

Weight: (Admittedly, I haven’t really thought about this, but let’s say around) 56kg?

Scars: Some scars on his right cheek, from the battle with Corypheus. Some few scars on his chest, and a few faint ones on his hips. His hands and forearms are often scarred and burned, mostly from childhood mishaps with fire magic.

Facial Features: The easiest way to explain his nose is somewhere between a Greek and Nubian nose, think Greek nose but with a wider base, I guess? His rounded, slightly hooded eyes are a little downturned and framed with thick, long lashes. He has a warm complexion with a few moles scattered about. His lips have a pronounced cupid’s bow and fuller lower lip. Heart shaped face with a strong jawline.

Tattoos: In a deep red ink, Jamor has the Vallaslin of Falon’Din. (I know I want him to have more, but I haven’t thought about it in much detail yet, need time to flesh out ideas more ^^)

{𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒}

Dogs or Cats?

Birds or Hamsters? (Can I swap that for rats and rabbits? >u<)

Snakes or Spiders?

Red or Blue?

Yellow or Green?

Black or White?

Coffee or Tea?

Ice Cream or Cake?

Fruits or Vegetables?

Sandwich or Soup?

Magic or Melee?

Sword or Bow?

Summer or Winter?

Spring or Autumn?

The Past or The Future? As a history nerd, Jamor loves the past, and believes it’s preservation is extremely important. He is also of the mind that learning from the past is one of the best ways to ensure a stable future. Though, despite his grief and regrets often keeping his mind on the past, his duties as Inquisitor and the anxiety surrounding it, keep him focused on the future far more often.

Tagging: @inkhandart @nivenor-krosis @inquisitoracorn​ @ohhgren​ @musetta3​ 

#I spent faaaaaaaaaar too long on this #and it got a little rambley in places #still i hope it was interesting? #i kinda wanna do it for my other OCs but i will be here all day if i do that #oops #tagged #tag meme #oc meme #oc tag #jamor lavellan #lavellan #inquisitor #inquisitor lavellan #dragon age #dai #my oc

[nighttshade]

✧  ⸺  𝐌𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 .

(  naomi scott  ,  twenty - seven  ,  questioning  ,  she/her  )  it looks like MYRIAH MARTELL , the PRINCESS of SUNSPEAR is prepared to play the game of thrones . you know , their PASSIONATE  &  ADVENTUROUS side might help them along the way , but their IMPULSIVE  &  VINDICTIVE qualities won’t do them any favours . a little bird told me that they’re currently AGAINST the tyrell rule and that their loyalties lie with HOUSE MARTELL .  hm , interesting . that same little birdy also told tales of a toned body , barely hidden away by swaths of silk  ;  the brutish laughter often associated with winesinks  ;  bruises , calluses and faded scars , all regarded with a victorious sense of pride . will they win , or will they die ?

HELLO again ! my name is lia , and this is the second of my babies , princess myriah of sunspear ! i’m very excited to meet & plot with all of you <3

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒  .

NAME  :  myriah  varsha  nymeros  martell.

NICKNAMES  :  myr,  “   mary   ”  (  cover  name  ).

OCCUPATION  /  TITLE  :  princess  of  sunspear,  occasional  sellsword.

GENDER  :  myriah  is  questioning  her  gender  identity,  but  still  using  she/her  pronouns   currently.

ORIENTATION  :  identifies  as  bisexual  (  leans  mostly  towards  women  ).

CURRENT  RESIDENCE  :  technically  sunspear  but  almost  constantly  travelling.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘  .

POSITIVES  :  passionate,  adventurous,  captivating.

NEUTRAL  :  tough-skinned,  wilful,  confident.

NEGATIVES  :  impulsive,  vindictive,  debauched.

MORAL  ALIGNMENT  :  chaotic  neutral.

HOGWARTS  HOUSE  :  gryffindor.

ZODIAC  SIGN  :  aries  sun,  libra  moon,  leo  rising.

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃  .

NOTE  :  this  is  subject  to  changes  due  to  plotting  family  relationships.

 the  eternal  rebel  without  a  cause  ᅳ  myriah  martell  suffers  from  the  constant  need  to  define  herself  as  different  from  the  rest  (  and  comes  with  the  westerosi  version  of  a  “  not  like  other  girls  ”  complex  ).  at  the  same  time,  she  often  falls  victim  to  her  passions  and  whims,  anger  &  lust  being  the  most  prominent,  thus  creating:  the  problem  child.

 dorne  is  more  liberal  than  the  rest  of  westeros,  having  been  so  for  hundreds  of  years.  and  unlike  the  speech  myriah  will  undoubtably  give  about  the  restrictions  that  were  placed  on  her  for  being  born  with  the  title  of  princess,  she  had  quite  a  lot  of  freedom,  even  as  a  child  ᅳ  freedom  that  she,  almost  greedily,  took.  

 in  a  strange  need  to  prove  herself,  myriah  had  a  plethora  of  hobbies  as  a  child,  constantly  dashing  off  from  one  tutor  to  the  next.  she  couldn’t  stand  being  upstaged,  even  in  things  she  didn’t  actually  care  about  ᅳ  one  of  the  other  children  at  court  gained  envy  for  her  voice,  and  soon  after,  myriah  was  involved  in  singing  lessons  (  and  put  some  damaging  herbs  in  the  other  girls’  tea  ).  

 the  one  thing  that  really  stuck,  however  ᅳ  was  battle.  spear  was  preferred,  she  was  a  dornish  viper,  after  all,  but  she  did  not  mind  the  sword  either.  it  was  a  good  fit  for  her,  fuelling  her  not  like  other  girls  complex  &  need  to  prove  herself  both.  and  myriah  always  went  the  extra  mile,  gaining  renown  for  her  efforts  quickly.

 despite  that,  myriah  chose  to  leave  dorne  at  the  age  of  eighteen.  it  wasn’t  for  dislike  for  her  home,  no,  she  loves  dorne  deeply  ᅳ  but  she  had  a  desperate  need  to  see  the  world  (  every  need  of  hers  is  always  presented  as  desperate,  but  for  this  one,  it  was  serious  ).  between  that,  and  the  fact  that  despite  her  countless  freedoms,  myriah  still  felt  shackled  to  the  title  of  princess,  she  wanted  to  travel  to  new  places,  meet  people  who  didn’t  know  who  she  was,  or  what  she  could  do.  

 myriah  spent  nine  years  travelling,  through  the  seven  kingdoms  but  also  across  the  narrow  sea.  surprising  everyone,  she  provided  for  herself  too  ᅳ  using  her  skills  with  weapons  as  an  occasional  sellsword  (  though  every  now  and  then,  despite  her  pride,  she  dropped  the  name  martell  ).  she  met  and  fought  dothraki,  travelled  across  the  ruins  of  the  wall  and  beyond,  even  brought  home  gifts  from  asshai.  

 returning  home  was  strange,  but  myriah  found  herself  missing  her  family,  her  people.  the  taste  of  dornish  red  and  dragon  peppers,  the  smells  of  the  sunspear  bazaars,  the  feel  of  silks  in  house  martell  color  covering  her  skin.  she  felt  ungrounded  in  the  world  all  of  a  sudden,  like  she  was  alone.  but  her  family  had  their  fair  share  of  experiences  in  the  years  past  too,  and  myriah  finds  herself  confused  on  where  she  stands.  

 now  a  year  returned,  she  finds  herself  yearning  for  adventure  again.  at  the  same  time,  myriah  is  still  rejoicing  in  the  strange  joy  of  being  at  home.  she  doesn’t  really  know  where  she  belongs  anymore  ᅳ  and  dislikes  the  thought  of  travelling  to  the  capital,  where  she  surely  has  to  fit  into  a  mold  again  (  though  she’s  still  going,  too  curious  about  the  drama  and  intrigue  that  is  likely  to  unfold  ).  

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘  .

 i’m  gonna  be  real  with  y’all,  myriah  is  likely  to  be  annoying  as  hell.  she’s  loud,  she’s  impulsive,  and  has  kind  of  gotten  used  to  just  doing  whatever  she  wants.  after  spending  nine  years  travelling  the  world  &  mostly  paying  for  it  by  being  a  sellsword,  she’s  very  unused  to  court  politics  (  and  unwilling  to  relearn  lmao  ).  similar  characters  will  likely  get  along  with  her,  but  i  feel  generally  most  people  will  ask  her  to  please,  please,  shut  the  fuck  up.  that  being  said…  i  love  a  good  enemies  plot  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

#* ⸻ 𝐌 . 𝐌 . : introspection. #crowns.intro

[lovemesomesurveys]

Can you drive yet? If so, how many tries did it take until you passed? Nope. Have you ever changed yourself to fit in better? Umm, yeah, in some ways I did within my friend groups. Do you prefer fiction or non-fiction books / movies? Fiction. Do you keep old shoeboxes? I used to. I still have a few old ones with old notes my cousin and I used to write in middle school and some of high school. If you could create a perfume, what would it smell like? It would have patchouli for sure. I’m not sure what else I’d add.

What was your favourite thing to do as a child? I was obsessed with Barbies. I played for hoursss. How would you describe your sense of humour? I like corny, punny, “dad” type of jokes. Do you have any useful skills? Which? Nope. I’m lame. What type of food does your favourite restaurant serve? Boneless wings and fries. Do you play I Spy while in long car journeys? No. Have you ever seen an eclipse? I have. Are you an interesting person? How so? I don’t think I am. What were you doing last New Year? I was at home with my family watching the NYE stuff on TV. Is there anything you're excited for that's happening soon? Sunday is Halloween and I’m looking forward to getting takeout and Crumbl cookies. Do you think you're easy to get to know? Hm. I guess so. What is something about you that is typical to someone of your gender? The stereotypical women are moody and sensitive.  What about something atypical? I’m not the stereotypical loves makeup type of gal. Are you similar to what your starsign says you should be? No, I’m so opposite of a Leo. Have you ever taken a career test? What did they say you should be? Yeah, it said counselor or social worker, which was in the realm of what I wanted to do. Is your best friend older or younger than you? Older. When asked to help make dinner, would you make the starter,main or dessert? I could do the appetizer or very simple dessert. I’m no cook. 

Have you ever had a dream about being online? Uhh, probably. Are you one of those people who talks to everyone when they're out? Noo, not at all. I’m not an outgoing, social person. I don’t interact really unless I need to be honest. I had a friend who was like that, though. He would strike up conversations with everyone. What was the last TV show you watched? Did you like it? I was binge watching Arthur earlier, ha. It’s nostalgic and comforting to me and I needed that. What's your least favourite thing about people your own age? *shrug*

Have you ever daydreamt about your acceptance speech? I haven’t wanted to do anything that would require an acceptance speech. Giving a speech would be more of a nightmare for me. Do you get other people to speak for you sometimes? Yeah, my mom with some things. Name a really popular television show you never got into: Game of Thrones. Do you find yourself feeling jealous often? What exactly are you jealous of? No. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt jealous. I feel envy more often. Do you ever insert punctuation in your writing for no reason? No.  What was the best thing that happened today? My mom brought me my favorite breakfast takeout. Did you ever truly believe in the Tooth Fairy? Yes. What was your favourite fairy tale when you were a kid? Hmm. I don’t know. Have you ever had chickenpox? Do you have a scar from it? Yes. I have a tiny scar on my nose. Were you one of those kids who were proud when they had a bruise? No? What is one of your biggest fears? Losing my loved ones. Do you listen to any unsigned bands / singers? Who? No. What do you find really interesting? Psychology. What's your favourite onomatopoeia? I don’t have a favorite. Who is your favourite video game character? The Mario bros.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[whump-tr0pes]

Honor Bound 2 - 69

This is a series. Start here, continued from here. 

This is a sequel to Honor Bound. 

AO3

Cw:  mention/discussion of noncon, thoughts of death, choking, threats of noncon, threats of death, spicy noncon touch, gendered slurs, noncon kiss

NOTE: *heavy sigh*. Yup. It’s chapter 69. I wasn’t planning on having any spice of any kind for this chapter, but you have @lucky-dan and @ashintheairlikesnow to thank for this one. It’s not quite spice, it’s nearly spice, with the plan for spice later. Yup, you’re welcome. I am a slave to the will of the masses.

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Finn didn’t have the first clue how long they’d been stuck in that cell. If they had to guess – gun to the head, if they had to guess – they’d say twelve days. The lights in the hallway – cell block? – hadn’t been turned off once since they arrived. Finn slept fitfully on the cold cement floor, sometimes in short stretches, sometimes for a long one where they’d wake up sore and bruised where they’d been laying. They’d had five, maybe six long sleeps before they’d realized they should maybe be keeping track. They were the only one who hadn’t left their cell, except to take care of the others. Everyone else had been out, had maybe caught glimpses of light through the window, had seen other parts of the house. Everyone but Finn, who stayed in their cell, chained to the floor by their collar except for when the guards felt like giving them bathroom breaks, or when the guards dragged another member of their family back for medical treatment. Finn was absolutely going to lose their shit like this. They could feel the walls getting closer every day.

The others get tortured when they leave, they thought fiercely. The others get cut up or beaten or waterboarded or fucking raped. I have no place, none at all, to complain. I’m the only one who isn’t suffering. I’m the only one who gets to do something for the others.

They saw how it was breaking everyone, too. They saw Tori’s eyes, more haunted each time she was dragged back to her cell. Not just from the pain, but from the torture of putting that goddamned thing on Vera’s face almost every day. They saw it in Sam. Finn had been terrified in their bones when they heard Sam was waterboarded again, but they hadn’t seen any signs of pneumonia yet. It had to have been at least a week. And they saw the deep bruises they were coming back with, new ones every time. As they were shoved, kicked, beaten, abused by the guards as Isaac was forced to watch, every time.

And Isaac…

Finn couldn’t even think about Isaac.

They couldn’t stand to think of the deadness Isaac had in his eyes now, something Finn had never once seen, not in the four years they’d known him. They’d seen Isaac suffer the worst agony, nightmares and flashbacks, pain that left him shuddering and sobbing against the bathroom tiles, but never once had Finn seen… emptiness in Isaac’s eyes. They’d never once before seen the magnitude of bone-deep hatred there, hatred for no one but himself. He hadn’t told the others yet what exactly he’d done with Gavin, or what Gavin did to him, that broke him so completely. Finn knew it was – rape, they had to force themselves to think – but he’d come back different from the first time. The first time was violation, despair. But now, something retched lived in Isaac that Finn couldn’t shake themselves of. They didn’t feel disgusted of Isaac, but rather bitter compassion at whatever was stuck so deeply in his soul. He never came back injured when returned from Gavin’s bed. He came back broken. When he came back from Colleen, he came back with beatings, burns, dark bruises around his neck. All inflicted by Gavin. All things Finn knew Gavin would rather die than do.

The moment he refuses, all of us die. Then Gavin. I could never dream of blaming Gavin for a single minute of this. Finn didn’t envy Gavin. Not in the slightest.

Gavin’s the one who broke them all, and Finn’s the one who put them back together so Gavin could do it all over again.

Finn couldn’t think about Ellis without breaking.

They were alive. Finn new with absolute certainty Ellis was still alive. If they were dead, Colleen would come to gloat and feed off Finn’s anguish, probably with Ellis’s body in tow. No, no one had said a fucking thing about Ellis since they’d been torn from Finn’s grasp. Finn had to tell themselves that, had to believe it. Ellis was alive. Finn had no idea what was happening to Ellis, but they were alive.

That was as far as they could stand to go down that road. They were furiously beating the thought away when the hallway door opened again.

Finn groaned and pushed themselves up to sitting. They wanted to put their hands over their ears, wanted to shut out the sounds of whoever was being taken. I can’t take it, they whimpered internally. I can’t hear them take someone again. I can’t stand to hear how terrified they are. I’m sick of hearing the begging. It doesn’t work. Nothing works. Nothing that stops this pain.

The footsteps got closer, passed by Isaac and Sam’s cell. Tori and Vera, then. Their eyes swam with tears. They were just taken yesterday. Tori’s spasms didn’t stop for hours, even after all the electrolytes I gave her. At least Vera never stayed muzzled for long. That was something they could always do, if Tori was too weak.

The footsteps continued past Tori and Vera’s cell. Dread shivered through their shoulders.

They never come for me first.

I’m not supposed to be touched.

Shame stabbed through Finn at that thought. If it’s my turn to be tortured, I need to take it. Everyone else has suffered so damned much.

A tall figure appeared in the doorway of the cell, and it took Finn a moment to realize who it was.

Leo.

Finn’s body went rigid. They were there, they were frozen in this cell, but they were also kneeling on the linoleum floor in Gavin’s warehouse, staring at Leo with their arm around Ellis’s neck. They were chained down in Colleen’s office, watching Leo carve into Gavin’s back. Isaac had screamed Leo’s name once or twice when he had the nightmares that left him sobbing, shaking, begging Leo to stop hurting him. To just kill him. Finn knew Isaac hadn’t told them the full extent of Leo’s brutality in the five days he’d been in Gavin’s basement.

Oh, god. What is he going to do to me?

“F-Finn?” Tori called. “Finn, what… why is…?”

Leo unlocked the door to Finn’s cell, his eyes riveted on them through the bars. Finn’s stomach pitched at the smile on his face. Oh, god. He’s going to kill me.

“Finn?” came Isaac’s voice, stronger than it had been in days. “Finn? No, they… you’re not supposed to touch them!”

Leo took a large step towards Finn. The ice encased around their limbs disappeared, and they scrambled backwards.

“N-no, no, please…” They whimpered as their back hit the wall, the chain on their collar clinking against the floor. “No, please… please don’t…”

Leo chuckled. “Please don’t what?”

“LEO!” Isaac bellowed. Finn jumped. “Leave them alone, you know you want ME!”

“Actually I don’t,” Leo called over his shoulder, his eyes still fixed on Finn.

For flickering moment, an echo of their Junior Defense Corps training shot through them. Their eyes darted across Leo’s body, looking for weapons. No gun. Knife on the belt. Finn’s body tensed into a crouch as Leo advanced on them. Go for the knife.

As Finn lunged forward, Leo grabbed them by the shirt and slammed them back against the wall. Finn grunted as the air punched out of their chest, their hand going blindly for the knife. Leo jerked it out of his belt and tossed it away.

“You think I was Gavin’s muscle for two fucking years without learning how to handle little shits like you?” Leo growled. “I don’t give a fuck who you are. Try that again, and I will fuck you up.”

“What’s he doing?” Tori wailed. “Finn… Finn…”

Leo’s hand went around Finn’s neck just above the collar and squeezed, just slightly. Finn instantly went still. I don’t fight like Vera and Isaac. My training was for nothing. I’m fucking nothing.

“Tell them you’re okay,” Leo said softly, inches from Finn’s face. “Tell them you’re okay or I gut one of them on my way out.”

“I-I’m okay!” Finn shouted, not able to get the words out fast enough. “I’m fine!”

“What’s he doing?” Isaac screamed. “God dammit, Leo, what the fuck do you want with them?”

“You know,” Leo said, his voice a little louder, “That Stormbeck never let me fuck his playthings?”

“NO!” Isaac roared.

Finn’s head fell back against the wall in a broken wail. So that’s what he wants. He’s going to use me, just like Isaac’s being used. He’s going to fuck me with the others listening.

“Yeah,” Leo said with an amused, gusty breath. “Not even once. Said ‘working for me gives you good money and great benefits. Getting your dick wet isn’t one of them.’” Leo laughed softly. “As if his own fucking father never let his people take a run as whatever flavor of the month was locked up in his basement.”

He’s talking about Vera.

Finn pulled back and slammed their fist into Leo’s stomach. Leo doubled over with a laugh. “Ah, fuck. I don’t remember you being such a feisty little spitfuck. I remember you being so fucking soft.”

“Leo, NO!” Vera screamed.

Leo’s hand tightened around Finn’s neck. “I remember you and that angsty little shit had a thing, though, didn’t you? You still together? Or did Gavin’s little stunt finally drive them off the deep end?”

“Don’t fucking talk about Ellis,” Finn screamed, and threw another punch into Leo’s side.

Leo grunted and slammed Finn back against the wall. They cried out weakly.

“LEO, I SWEAR TO FUCKING CHRIST—”

“Tell him to shut up, or I cut your throat. Say it. Right now.”

“Fuck you,” Finn hissed, their eyes streaming.

“Now,” Leo whispered. “Say ‘stop talking or he’ll cut my throat.’ Now. Or they all die.”

He wouldn’t.

Finn didn’t have a goddamned choice.

“Please, please stop!” they called in a shaking voice. “Stop, stop talking or he, he’ll k-kill me, cut my throat.”

“I can’t listen to him do this to you,” Isaac sobbed.

“Please,” Finn pleaded. If you don’t, you’ll die. “Please, Isaac. Just… just be quiet.”

Isaac fell silent with a sob.

Leo grinned down at Finn, his eyes dark with cruelty. “Better,” he sighed. His hand fisted in Finn’s hair and he drew their head back, his other hand still wrapped tightly around their throat.

“Here’s the thing, though,” Leo murmured, the words hot on Finn’s ear as he pressed them firmly against the wall. “I can’t leave a mark on you. Them’s the rules, straight from Lady Stormbeck herself. And I do what she wants, because she knows how to keep her employees happy.”

Finn whimpered, their eyes sliding shut for a moment.

“But she said, very clearly, no one’s allowed to mark you up. You’ve gotta be in perfect working condition, unlike these other poor fucks.” Leo gestured behind him with his head. “And I’ll be perfectly honest…” His hand released Finn’s throat. They whimpered with relief before Leo’s thumb pressed against their lips, his other hand still clamped down on their hair. Finn’s hands were twisted in Leo’s shirt, pushing him away, unable to move.

“Don’t bite,” Leo whispered, leaning forward, pressing the length of his body against Finn’s. “Open up.”

Finn whimpered, and did what they were told. He’ll kill the others if I don’t. Slowly, they opened their mouth. Tears rolled down their cheeks.

Leo pushed his thumb past Finn’s lips and pressed down on their tongue. Finn squeezed their eyes shut, horror from just this little invasion washing through them, chilling their blood.

“…I’ll be honest,” Leo groaned against Finn’s ear. “I don’t think I could fuck you without marking you up. Otherwise I’d have you bent over in this fucking cell. Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

Finn shoved harder against Leo’s chest. Leo torqued Finn’s head back, forcing their jaw open with his thumb. Finn twisted against his grip.

“I like the ones like you, you know?” Leo rasped against the side of Finn’s face, his stubble scratching their skin. “I like the ones who are fresh. I could tell as soon as I saw you that you just… aren’t cut out for this. And you know what I like to do with people like that?” Leo eased his thumb further in, and Finn gagged. “Hm. I like taking people like that… and destroying them. I like crushing them into dust. I like breaking them so hard they aren’t even human anymore. Gavin could have done that to Moore over there, if he hadn’t been such a fucking pussy. He was so fucking close. One good fuck, and your little bed toy friend over there would’ve been done.” Leo rolled his eyes. “Such a fucking waste. But I don’t go for the broken ones. Stormbeck Jr. has his fucking corner of the market there.”

Finn whimpered as Leo dragged his tongue from the angle of their jaw, up to their hairline. “Just know this, sweetheart,” he growled. “Eventually Ms. Stormbeck’s gonna get tired of you. Eventually, she’s gonna put you down, one right after the other. Just know that when it’s your time, I’m gonna ask Her Highness for a round with you first. And she’ll let me. I’m her favorite.” Leo laughed, and the sound made Finn’s skin crawl.

“Fucking hell, just the way you breathe when you’re scared gets me so fucking hard,” Leo moaned against their neck. “I just can’t fucking help myself.”

Leo withdrew his thumb from Finn’s mouth. They yanked against the hand still fisted in their hair. Leo dragged their head forward and pressed a wet, open-mouthed kiss to Finn’s lips, his tongue pressing in deep. Finn let out a strangled sob of terror and shock.

“Hope she doesn’t keep me waiting too long, Dunham,” Leo whispered in their ear.

He stepped back from Finn all at once. Without the hand in their hair and the friction of Leo’s body against theirs, they toppled bonelessly to the floor. They heaved a dry sob as Leo unlocked the cell door and stalked out, chuckling.

“FINN!” Isaac screamed as soon as the door to the hallway closed. There was the sound of rattling chains, a hiss of pain. “FINN! Are you… what did he do?”

Finn trembled and let out a sob. “He…” They pressed their hands to their face, whimpering. “H-he…”

“Are you okay?” Sam called in a quavering voice.

“Did he hurt you?” Vera snarled.

Did he rape you?

“N-no,” Finn sobbed. “He d-didn’t do anything, he… he didn’t hurt me…”

“Finn,” Tori said, her voice frightened, “What did he d-do?”

Finn swallowed their tears, tried to force out a slow breath. “Um…” Their voice broke. “Uh… he s-said when… when Colleen decides, decides to um… to kill us… he’s going to… um…” They shuddered and wrapped their arms around their chest.

“What, Finn?” Isaac croaked.

You know the answer already. Please don’t make me say it. “Um…” Finn swallowed hard. “Before she k-kills us, he’s going to…” Their voice dropped to a whimper. “…rape me first.”

Isaac made a sound of abject disgust. Vera dragged in a noisy inhale. Sam and Tori sobbed at the same time.

“We need to get out of here,” Sam murmured. “We need to get out of here right now.”

“Gavin will take me tonight or tomorrow,” Isaac said weakly, flatly. “I’ll ask him then. Ask if he has a plan.”

“And if he doesn’t?” Finn tried not to sound as frightened as they felt.

“I…” Isaac whimpered. “I just start killing people again. Try to reach Colleen before she kills…”

Before she kills Sam.

“…before she kills any of you.”

“Do it, Isaac,” Sam said softly.

“I don’t want to do that,” Isaac whimpered. “If I do that, some of us will die. But… she’s got to be getting close. The way she looks at Gavin is… is different. She’s going to kill him soon.”

“Then we better fucking hope he has a plan,” Finn whispered.

Continued here

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[thesunnyshow]

Name: Luna

Nationality: Spanish

Languages: Spanish, English, Catalan

Writing Blog URL(s): @moonlightjeno​

What fandom(s) do you write for? NCT Dream (ot7) and I want to start writing for Ateez. Though you may find a couple of BTS and NCT 127/WayV pieces but those tend to be spontaneous as I don’t feel as comfortable writing for them.

Star Sign: Leo

MBTI: INFP - T

Favorite color: Sunset

Favorite food: Pizza

Favorite movie: Avatar! Yes, the one with blue people.

Favorite ice cream flavor: Cookies n cream.

Favorite animal: Wolf and red tailed hawks.

Coffee or tea? What are you ordering? Neither.

Dream job: Vet for wildlife and endangered species at an animal sanctuary. 

Go-to karaoke song: Have never been to a karaoke so not really sure.

If you could have one superpower, what would you choose? Shapeshifting so I could fly but also be able to breath underwater.

If you could visit a historical era, which would you choose? Definitely the Cretaceous, I just love dinosaurs.

If you could restart your life, knowing what you do now, would you? Most definitely not, I believe that everything one does is meant and we just gotta adjust. So anything I might regret I learn from and everything I’ve experienced has shaped me in some way or form. 

Would you rather fight 100 chicken-sized horses or one horse-sized chicken? As someone who works with chickens (they’re devils) I think a 100 chicken-sized horses because I love horses and they’re a lot more chill if given care. Chickens are crazy dude. 

If you were a trope in a teen high school movie, what would you have been? I guess either the nerd or jock? I’m a mix of both.

Do you believe in aliens/supernatural creatures? Most definitely! If we exist why can’t there be others?

You just won a ticket for a free vacation! Where are you going and why? Africa! In specific Kenya and Zimbabwe as they have some of the largest animal sanctuaries and I would love to both learn more about the culture and see all the animals to help as much as possible. 

Fun fact about yourself that not everyone would know? When I’m writing a new fic I tend to have a playlist in the background and the mood of the fic tends to go in the direction of the music. And a couple of spontaneous dance sessions occur. 

When did you post your first piece? Damn. I think the first official piece that made me want to start writing again was a Yuta timestamp? I wrote for a friend originally and then posted on May 12.

Who is your favorite person to write about? Lee Jeno. I’m definitely biased (as my masterlist can prove) but he’s just easy to write. I love writing other members but Jeno is always a sort of enigma that I can change but still apply the qualities that I just love about. Though I love writing about Cael (an oc from my novel).

Do you write fluff/angst/crack/general/smut, combo, etc? Why?  I tend to write a mix of fluff and angst (sometimes crack but im horrible at humour *sigh*). I’m someone who reads for character development, so i always feel like angst is a way to develop a character especially in longer fics and helps it just make it more poetic. One of my favorite things to write is the description of emotions so angst is always a great way to convey that but then fluff to show the change in the characters. 

Do you write OCs, X Readers, Ships...etc? I write member x reader, and try to make it as gender neutral as possible but at times it is easier to make it female x member as that’s just what I know best. 

Why did you start writing on Tumblr? I’m not exactly sure. I’ve always loved writing and creating stories, I had been on a slump from my novel and wanted to do something more lighthearted (which my novel is not) so when my friend liked the little timestamp I wrote for her about yuta it gave me confidence to post it online. And now here we are. 

What inspires you to write? Music! Honestly I could hear a song and think of a plot on the spot, music is one of the most beautiful and inspiring sources I think one can have. But also daily life experiences and dreams!!

What genres/AUs do you enjoy writing the most? Idol verse is something I always love and adore! But also creating my own world is something that I’ve always found interesting as it allows me more creative direction!

What tropes do you love, and what tropes can’t you stand? Honestly I’m a sucker for the classics, any best friends to lovers or E2L trope I will love. I wouldn’t say I can’t stand any tropes but either werewolf tropes (bc they tend to just focus on the smut or possessiveness without any character development) or like ceo/boss tropes I just don’t really care for.

What do you do when you hit a rough spot creatively? Music music music! There might be a pattern there. But if it’s a specific piece that I was already working on (like the current mark envy fic) I give it a couple of days and see if I can think of a way around whatever is blocking me. I also like to talk it out with my moots (bless them I love y’all) and read different fanfics/books because sometimes it’s just I’m not sure how to express the feeling correctly.

What is your favorite work and why? Your most successful? My favorite work has got to be the Jeno 10 things + then some. I’d had the idea of writing something based off one of my favorite rom-coms 10 things I hate about you for a while and it was supposed to originally be a video edit. But I wasn’t sure how to go with that, and when I looked at the poem (after watching the movie again) it seemed as if my brain just clicked. I knew Jeno would have to be Patrick. It was just clear in my mind, and he was my ult so it was easiest to write. Thankfully everyone seemed to like it and it became my most successful fic too! After almost a month of writing and editing I was very happy with the result and the feedback blew me away.

What do you think makes a good story? When you feel something move. When you finish the story no matter who’s in it (whether bias or not in terms of fanfic) or an original character and you are now attached to the character. I think as long as the story is able to make you feel something, then it’s good. It’s done its purpose. Though seeing how characters change and develop are always a plus it isn’t always possible such as in short drabbles or timestamps.

What is your writing process like? Very very chaotic. Honestly my ideas tend to spring out of nowhere and be really clear or just be very hazy. I tend to have a bunch of ideas in my mind which I’ll write down (the general plot of) but I tend to only work on one draft at a time so I don’t mix the characters.

Do you think there’s a difference between writing fanfiction vs. completely original prose? I think there is some sort of difference, as fanfiction is the expanding of a persons personality. We grab what we think we know and what the celebrity or character has displayed and expand upon it in either our own universe or the world we already know. While original prose is more of a start from scratch on the characters flaws and qualities.

Would you ever repurpose a fic into a completely original story? Most definitely especially the series I am currently working on based of the seven deadly sins. Because I’m creating a completely new world I feel like I would be able to make into an own story but I would have to think about that in the future. I’m happy where i am right now 

How much would you say audience feedback/engagement means to you? Everything! I can’t stress this enough but getting reviews/feedback/constructive criticism is always so great and encouraging. It means that the reader felt something when reading the piece.

What has been one of the biggest factors of your success (of any size)? I honestly couldn’t quite say. I guess the first that pops into my mind are my moots. They tend to always be there to reblog or hype up a new fic which I couldn’t be more thankful for, so a lot of it I owe to them as they had a larger fanbase than I did when I started.

Do you ever feel like people have misunderstood you or your writing at times? I can’t say I can, yet I am pretty new. If this is the case I would do my best to clear up the misunderstanding, especially because I feel writing (like many art forms) is interpreted differently by different people.

Do your offline friends/loved ones know you write for Tumblr? Most definitely not. A lot of them know I write and that I enjoy writing but none of them know about the account.

What is one thing you wish you could tell your followers? Thank you all sincerely from the bottom of my heart for supporting me, whether it’s a simple ask, or you screaming in the tags or us talking to each other. Any interaction and just support makes my day, and I hope I can continue to be able to make you happy with my work. As always, never doubt yourself, you are beautiful and more than enough.

Do you have any advice for aspiring writers who might be too scared to put themselves out there? I'm sure this has been said before but honestly just do it. *cue nike ad* jokes aside if you like what you write, if you are proud or just want to express how you feel and share your craft then by all means I am 100% sure that someone else will enjoy it too. So don’t be afraid.   

Are there any times when you regret joining Tumblr? Hmmm, not really. So far the community has been supportive at times it’s a little bit stressful but it’s good.

What do you hope your readers take away from your work? I don’t think my stories have a message message behind them, so that they get the feeling of the story. If I intended the story to move the reader someway or the other I hope that it can reach them in that way. But most importantly I write so that people can read and if it’s just for a minute that they can get away from the world and just live through the story.   

Do you have any mutuals who have been particularly formative/supportive in your Tumblr journey? Most definitely. I love every single one of my moots, and the more people I talk to on here and become friends with, the more I am grateful but there are two people in particular who have been there from the start. Mylin (@starlit-jeno​) she was my first moot on here and honestly the best introduction to the community I could have had. I absolutely adore her to bits and she’s always ready to help me with any idea I may be stuck on, and one of the just the chillest people. There’s not a day that goes by that I am not thankful for her friendship and everything she has done (esp the mutual freaking out about jeno and contemplating weird life questions such as 119 deserved a grammy at random times of the day). The second moot, honestly I’m surprised she hasn’t kicked me out because I love her so much is @mango-texts (my soulmate bro). She was the first to ever give me feedback on a piece and then answered a random post about me freaking about Jeno (it’s a daily occurrence). Like Mylin there isn’t a day where I am not grateful and just in awe for her friendship. She’s always there, no matter what it is she’ll be there and will never fail to make me smile. Her excitement at times is the reason why I am motivated to finish fics, and she gives great advice and ideas (her mind y’all). A lot of fics on my masterlist I feel like wouldn’t have been published if it weren’t for the two amazing individuals so I am forever thankful and just love em. Also @smolchenle​ who is always there too proofread and give feedback you are the sweetest thank you for dealing with my horrible grammar and chaotic ideas. 

Do you think art can be a medium for change? In every way possible. As someone who isn’t the best with words (slightly ironic but oh well) when it comes advocating for anything art is such a powerful medium because it doesn't just reach one base. It can expand across all not only countries but also cultures. Art can be interpreted in so many different forms, but still when you listen to a song no matter if you speak the language or not you’ll get the *vibe* or message in ways the language of the world. It connects us and expands messages, I find that very powerful.

Ending thoughts: “It is in our youth that our heart’s are touched by fire, but it when we stop loving that the flame flickers out.”

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[arcana-dumpster-on-fire]

✧･ﾟ: *Ignis Maikori*:･ﾟ✧

At some point I will add some more info&details to it - I promise! But before that, feel free to ask questions, I’d love to answer them for sure haha

The wild and free-spirited magician with a great love for gold and luxury, always looking for a new spotlight to jump under ♌ 

Favorite Food: Couscous Favorite Drink: Palm Wine Favorite Flower: Gazania

Height: 5′10.87″   Age: around 27-29 years (bday ~ August 14th) Gender: Cis Female Sexuality: Polysexual MBTI: ESTP Zodiac Sign: Leo

LI: Lucio, Nahara and other OCs

Familiar: Jafari (hafa-ri) the lion Uncommon Abilities: Circus Arts Magical Abilities: Pyrokinesis, divination, and basic spells

Begining: In the distant south, where the ground is roasted by the sun every day, and the rainfall is worth its weight in gold, many centuries ago a city was founded, whose origins have long been consumed by waves of oblivion. However, magic has accompanied it from its very beginnings and it has managed to remain a present, inseparable part of society. In itself, it was seen as an ability to manipulate natural powers, a pure and unstigmatized activity. Only the intentions of the magician made it possible for it to be judged as bad or good. The first one marked itself on the pages of history bringing a lot of suffering and pain, and every time it came, there was a shadow of death and destruction - that is why after years people managed to push it out of the kingdom. After that, it was filled with magic associated with goodness, well-being and help. Not everyone, however, had the ability to perform it, so those affected by magic talents were highlighted above all others by their unique class and role in the society. There were four families marked out in this way, each representing a completely different subjugation of supernatural forces. Medicine - although it was a field of science, here was deeply connected with magic and herbalism. There were not many doctors, but thanks to innovative solutions and treatments, there were also proportionally few patients. The Rain-Makers were thought to possess magical powers, which were given them by the Sky God. Rituals performed by people of this rank required not only the usage of enormous quantities of magic, but also the spiritual support of the public. They were a monthly ceremony celebrated by the entire city, and a big ball was held at which everyone was invited to attend, celebrating not only the coming rains but also the close-knited community that was the kingdom. Another of the houses specialization was called divinaton, an attempt to form, and possess, an understanding of reality in the present also to predict events and reality of a future time. Ignis family was one of them. The last class was the most respected of all magical arts, and its members were called priest-magicians. They had to keep reality in balance in many different ways; understanding the nature of the climates, forms of energy in the universe, the functioning of material objects and the hyper-natural ones. Standing by the rulers and with the help of the other three classes, they tame all the magical elements to help their people. Moreover, it was their eldest representatives who were part of a high council, one of whose duties was to gather at every birth of a child in a magical family and look at its future, its destiny - to read what aura accompanies conception and to give a proper name to the newborn child. On the day when Ignis was born, everything was screaming “fire”, “conflagration”, announcing the arrival of a free soul, devouring everything that stands in its path. In another place that kind of omen might have been received as unlucky, but it must be remembered that the people of Ignis city did not weigh the magic, but the intentions of the user. With a fiery name, the girl grew up far from the title of “head of the family”. From her very branch, a brother and two sisters stood in line in front of her, so the necessity of fulfilling her role was not so oppressive. During her childhood, she avoided learning, preferring to wander around the kingdom, more willingly sitting in the palace than in her own backyard. She was always attracted to what was comfy & luxurious, and from an early age she loved the gold ornaments and rich jewelry of the royal family. So it is logical that in order to stay close to luxury, Ignis did her best to win the sympathy of the royal children. Fortunately, she had an natural talent for it - charisma, a sense of humour and impressive magic arts, which fascinated everyone at the court. It was due to this that she became deeply interested in magic, discovering very quickly her deep connection with the element of Fire. Like every magician in the kingdom, from the day she was born she attracted a particular element, but rarely did anyone focused on it, preferring to devote years to the practice of powers useful to society. Luckily, the young pyrokinetic girl saw only the tip of her own nose and let herself be swallowed up by the flame, to the displeasure of family members. Equally annoying was the lack of a familiar, despite the approaching nineteenth spring, she still did not make up her mind on this subject. Her younger brothers, twins born five years after her, managed to find their spiritual connection before her! Luck in misfortune, it was only a matter of time when she feels her own connection…

Circus Life: It was an unusually hot day, and ahead of Ignis some very productive hours of hard intellectual work on a pile of books brought by her grandma. However, it took a split second for the young woman to run out of the building, seeing in the distance a completely new object that she had never noticed before. It would be hard for her to miss the big colourful tent for nineteen years of life in this city, so she, driven by a burning curiosity, she run to see what a new attraction has been put up. The Circus. She assumed that it was the royal family who brought it to the occasion of the upcoming Rain Celebration, so the guests had an original spectacle before a big ball. The closer to the place fenced off by the text “entrance for performers only”, the more strongly Ignis felt a strange tingling in her stomach. It was a completely new feeling, as if something was watching her from hiding, playing cat and mouse. She had been wanting to go behind the fence, ready to explore the whole camp set up behind a huge tent, when suddenly, as if from under the ground, the owner of the whole circus had grown up before her. She was quite literally informed by him where she belongs and how to leave the circus, preferably immediately. It was an incredibly foolish thing on the part of the man, as he only offended Ignis’ blown-up ego and made himself problems for the opening night. Motivated no longer by the desire to discover to a strange inner feeling causes, but with a simple envy, woman came back in the evening. She managed to fight herself a place in the front row and quietly let herself get stunned by the astonishing and breathtaking circus shows. It’s funny how a small fire can cause a big stir, and even more hilarious when the audience assumes that the burning scene is part of the show. The great horror and panic has swept over the performers, while Ignis was having a great fun manipulating the big flames as she wanted, ending this little show with a picturesque scatter of sparks all over the public, as if suddenly all the stars fell from the sky. Shortly after the show ended, a large man with whom the magician saw herself on the same morning took a keen interest in her - her powers precisely. The offer to stand in the spotlight, to focus all attention on herself, crowds paying huge prices to see her - these were arguments that Ignis’ nature could not reject. The woman was hungry for attention, fame and general love of the audience. For this reasons, she accepted the proposal to join the circus troupe almost immediately, making only one condition. Before she agreed, she wanted to walk around the camp. The owner of the business smelled an income per kilometer, so he instantly accepted her conditions, inviting her on a tour. Passing smaller tents lit by lanterns, laughing people congratulating her on her performance, slowly passing exotic animals so friendly and eager to stroke - the woman immediately fell in love with the circus atmosphere, more than with the palace walls or her own home. She never felt so sure she found herself in the right place. She has always felt different from the rest, although probably everyone thought so when looking for more reasons for their uniqueness. Nevertheless, she could not get rid of the feeling of finding more happiness in this place than the kingdom had ever offered her. What for are her banquet romances and charmed faces when someone offers her the whole world right at her feet?! Besides, she was still tingling, not just her stomach but her whole body this time. Something drew her, attracted her, desired her on a spiritual level. That night Ignis not only decided to give her life to the circus craft, but she also condemned herself to a lack of sleep and loud quarrels heard all over the city - about the abuse of her power, about her crying for attention, about signing a contract with a stranger and her whole persona. Fortunately, in the morning, when the whole family was preparing for the Ceremony of Summoning the Rain, instead of hateful looks, she was met with a shadow of resignation and a sad smiles. When she left her hometown, she was leaving in contractual agreement with a mute promise to return when her inner fire would burn out completely. As the troupe left behind the city, she left the princes who fell for her charms and the worried family, and a whole new chapter in her life began - with the release of the animals from their cages. Circassians travelled together, which meant that “dangerous” animals on the road could freely walk between the members, caged up only when a camp was set up close to the inhabited place in order to protect the residents from the beast’s unpredictable behaviour. Jafari ran into Ignis - literally. He jumped on the woman from behind, nailed her to the ground, causing general horror and the belief that the troupe would lose a new member. Instead of tearing the magician’s face apart, a wild cat licked her face with a rough tongue, seeking petting and attention. This is how Ignis found out about her familiar and the reason for the mysterious draw to the camp. With a big lion at her side, Ignis quickly became one of the main circus attractions, which forced her to learn circus arts in an expressive way. She had to understand basic tricks on the trapeze, acrobatics - the worst in all of this was stretching her body and merciless muscle soreness. Luckily, all these efforts were mitigated by the kind and warm atmosphere between her and the other artists. In fact, she won their hearts and minds within the first week and this friendly attitude paid off when her new family showed Ignis unconventional means to deal with inhumane training. This is where the pyrokinetic experience with psychoactive substances began. By that moment she had already dealt with them - during the spiritualistic séances, for example - but she herself had never snorted, consumed or smoked such things. As it turns out, the best choreographies and tricks are created on drugs. For years, travelling with circus artists, the woman has visited a large part of the world. She was in the freezing north, the wooded east, she hooked up to the west and even performed at sea. She was sure she would never leave the stage and the performance would continue uninterrupted until her death. Fate revised these plans, introducing her to Vesuvia. Count Lucio paid a high price to bring the renowned circus in which Ignis performed, as one of the entertainment for the Masquerade, which he organized. The magician had no idea that this would be her last performance - fortunately giving the best of herself anyway, as she did every time the eyes of an audience fell on her standing in flames body.

Pre-Plague Vesuvia: It was an unusual sight - a woman coming out of the flames unharmed with a big lion by her side. Certainly a thrilling and dangerous performance of Ignis impressed the Count, who in contrast did not evoke the same feelings in the magician. A self-centered, attentive and artificially complimented ruler - she knew such a kind for handfuls! Fur, gold, and power were the advantages that spoke for an innocent flirting, as was the artist’s habit when she performed for the upper classes, but something effectively distracted her from this action. It took a good few hours before Lucio managed to catch her on her own, during which she managed to fall in love with the people of Vesuvia. She moved from room to room with Jafari at her side, joining the people enjoying themselves, getting most of the spotlight on herself. She liked all the gossiping and the hectolitres of greate tasty alcohol - there was no better combination at such parties! But Ignis had the greatest fun at a poker game in one of the halls, where she won half of the Vesuvian shop, waving her hand at the slate, with a confident “I won’t stay here for more than a few days anyway”. A few days became a few years, thanks to the Count, who was so unhappy with the lack of attention of the crowd in the confrontation of the unknown sorceress. His attitude, though naturally repulsive, amused Ignis frankly and it would probably have ended there if Jafari hadn’t been interested in Lucio. Familiars are always right to see more than an ordinary man, so this friendly lion curiosity of a man automatically triggered woman’s interest. Her furry friend was calm only in her company or among circus performers, to strangers as a general matter of principle - negative (not without reason he was locked in a cage for years). Wanting to look at this phenomenon, she managed to convince the owner to keep the circus in town one more night. Instead of the desired answers, an unwanted feeling came, because of which intrigued Ignis decided to stay in Vesuvia, taking the opportunity of a poker win. The contract was not binding, she could resign at any moment, but this did not change the pain of separation from the performers. Ignis was afraid that she would regret her decision, and the only comfort was that she could return to “her people” at any time. And that’s how the pyrokineticist moved in with the older woman, finding a third place she could call home. She spent her days entertaining children on the street with her tricks, just like she did during her teenage years in her hometown. In the evenings, she would spend time enjoying herself in taverns, and if lucky enough, she would sneak into the palace dinners or lunches. Jafari stayed in the flat, or run around the forest by himself - he lived as happily as his fiery friend. All relations with LI were passionate and on fire - unfortunately, like every fire, they finally had to burn out, and the biggest bucket of water poured into this love fire was the coming plague…

Plague Vesuvia: From a series of dumb bets, one of them surely was to bet with the Count on the fact that Ignis would be able to learn the medical arts in less than two months. Lucio as way of taking it easy on her, recommended her to a “friend” - Julian Devorak’s, who was very difficult for a woman to get apprenticeship with. Actually, she was going to study at his side, but all that mattered was to rub the Count’s nose and prove to herself that she was smarter than she had expected. The doctor completely disapproved of such an attitude to the matter, especially as the hard times came and the number of patients for unknown reasons tripled. These were the beginnings of the Red Plague, which completely destroyed the lives of many of the people of Vesuvia. It was the worst possible time to train medicine - especially when it was so different from the one known from her home town. There was no magic at all in this art, which annoyed the woman who was forced to look through books and remember an infinite variety of strange useless medical terms. And to top it all off, there was a disease that nobody could find the cause, not to mention the cure! Everything started to fall apart, starting with the great stress put on the shoulders of the fresh nurse that Ignis accidentally became, and ending with an exhausting coughing she couldn’t get rid of at the moment it started. Lucio was dying, it was obvious at first glance, this was yet another distressing pressure on the magician, already in total disarray. She wasn’t even surprised when she noticed one of the one of palace mirrors, when she passed by, her eyes were flooded with blood. She knew what awaited her, but she didn’t want to die in disgrace like others - she was not willing to die at all. The thought of passing away, leaving Jafari alone, paralyzed her with pure fear. All Lucio could do was complain, repeating all her anxieties, making everything worse by supposed “worrying about her”. When the woman looked more like a corpse than a human being, she decided to put an end to her own suffering by freeing herself from her infirm body. She sent letters to her two families - the circus and the blood one. Those friends living in Vesuvia could guess what happened to the talented pyrokinetic. She was supposed to visit Lucio that evening, the man supposedly wanted to tell her something very important, but instead of the palace,  woman went to the island to which the sick people were transported. There was no rescue for her, Jafari sensed it too, and yet he decided to stay by her side, although Ignis expressed great dislike for his presence. She did not want the animal to die because of her, she would not forgive herself even posthumously. On the island, she did not wait for death to get to her, she helped her [death] by committing suicide in the most poetic way that came to her dying mind. She literally burned herself out from the inside, leading to the denaturation of protein in the body, painlessly taking her own life away. A faithful lion remained at her side long after the woman took her last breath. Apparently he felt that this wasn’t the end of the story, and when the story continues, Ignis will need him like never did before in her life.

Main Story: Amnesia is the worst thing that can happen to a man in Ignis’ opinion. Without memories you cannot be yourself, because it is the past that shapes character and person. How can one exist without knowing how a dish that reminds of one’s childhood tastes - what’s worse, without remembering said childhood at all! From the moment she woke up on a grim island, surrounded by unknown characters, Ignis lived in a constant state of fear. She was tortured by nightmares, constant headaches and a bad fear of fire. She had no idea where it came from or why the flames made her so afraid, but she assumed it might have something to do with the strange scars on the inside of her cheeks. As if someone put burning coals in her mouth, or something like that. She devoted every moment of her existence searching for her roots, grasping every letter she could find in her apartment, every little thing that seemed to have a story behind them. In the moments of her greatest anxiety, Jafari was with her - Ignis wasn’t sure how she knew that this was the name of a lion, but something told her that she was right. Animal seemed to be with her long before she lost her memory. A few months before the Countess came to her door in the dark evening, the Magician discovered her connection to the element of fire by accident causing a small conflagration in one of the coastal taverns, drunk falling into the flames. Not only did she leave the fireplace without much damage to her body (not counting the burnt clothes), but she managed to silence the fire caused by the alcohol spilled over the floor. Some people have already told her that they remember her amazing tricks, but the woman never believed them, thinking they were making fun of her. At Countess Nadia’s request, she agreed very confidently, quickly - enthusiastically ready to work. One visit to the palace was enough for this enthusiasm to fall diametrically. The Countess’s dogs seemed to know her, and even liked her, similarly, some of the staff seemed to remember her, although Ignis would not recall ever being there. The wing in which the Count died (nomen omen in the fire - how convenient…) had aroused the great aversion to the woman, mainly because she felt as if something was preferring her from there. She did not want to get involved in spiritualistic séances, avoiding this place as much as she could, trying to fully focus on the task entrusted to her, hoping to find out more about her past, but a visit to the godforsaken wing was inevitable. Jafari took care of this by running there at the first occasion when he found himself with Ignis in the palace - oh the damned lion.

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Leo Baskerville for the give me a character ask meme

OK I FINALLY HAVE TIME TO DO THIS SO thank u sm for sending this in earlier !! 

Asks

How I feel about this character

He’s actually the reason why I had reread the series a second time last year I think haha I’ve always been envious of him as a kid first getting into it because he was just v androgynous looking and he’s pretty. So ofc I joke a lot about him being the holder of my gender envy.

But for real, I find his story kinda relatable. Or at least his coping mechanism is just highly relatable, what with the avoidance issues that we see when he first entered the orphanage and then even after Elliot’s death. 

For that reason, I really loved his character arc. Even though I feel like a lot of it happened off stage, it still felt nice that he was able to face what he used to fear the most and realize in the end that he really doesn’t want to end the world, not when it’s the very world that he had met Elliot and made all these wonderful memories with him. So it just hit really hard. 

Oh actually also the whole self-destruction and projecting it into destruction of the world. I think for me as a 16 year old, I couldn’t help but feel that in a way. Grief is such a strong feeling you know? So it just resonated so deeply when I saw that lol 

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I think the one and only ship I have for Leo is with Elliot lol Oz I might but I’m more prone to seeing them as pals than anything lol 

Leo and Elliot were, no lie, my first big ship and the ship means a whole lot to me and just highlights a lot of stuff I favor too. I think it’s also unique for me because it’s probably the first ship where it’s not smooth sailing right off the bat. And it also helped me recognize the good in debating - in butting heads and all that. 

Also again: Leo’s grief just speaks so much towards how much Elliot meant to him,, so it’s just kinda hard for me to not lol 

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Oz for one Vincent for another. 

Oz I like because as Leo said before “the tie between us was Elliot and now he’s dead” but Oz saw it otherwise. Even if they had conflict with each other, in the end, they winded up working together to save the world, and the fact that Oz knows what’s going on with Leo (because my boy is so perceptive I love him) and is able to cut right to the core for what’s going on with Leo (what was the scene? How Elliot would probably punch Leo if he saw him now?). It was just sooo good

Likewise for Vincent. I think it’s the fact both feel very similar, the guilt that they hold because their existence meant hurting the person they loved, bonding over that, but in a horrible horrible way. I found that really interesting to see! And in the end, even when Leo changed his mind, Vincent remained loyal and carried Leo’s new wish out so,,, I treasure it. 

My unpopular opinion about this character

While I do say I really like Leo, I feel like my feelings are not as passionate towards his character compared to everyone else in the fandom. I think it mostly comes from the fact that we’d have such a long period where we wouldn’t see him at all and so he was never at the forefront of my mind. So he winds up falling short on my passion lol 

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I just....wish that the rules for reincarnation wasn’t the way they were because I just want Elliot to be reincarnated and meet Leo again ;; 

#snow answers #thank u !! #generalherasyndulla

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20 FOLLOWERS I’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER

Tagged by: @ingrid-matoi​ and @hckurei

1) Name/Nickname: I go by Artiphex online most of the time.  Real name’s Alex, which I’m comfortable sharing because it’s such a ubiquitous name.

2) Gender: Male

3): Star sign: Leo

4): Height: 6′2′’

5): Hogwarts House: Pottermore says I’m a Gryffindor, which is pretty cool I guess.  Forgive me for sounding like a “hipster”, but that’s so mainstream...

6): Favorite Animal: All of them  No seriously I can’t decide.  I just love animals.  But I think I’ll go with rabbits.

7): Hours of Sleep: 6-7 during the week, 7-8 on weekends~

8): Dogs or Cats: I love both.  I can’t choose ;_;

9): Number of Blankets: Only 1 (but it’s a thick one)

10): Dream Trip: For some reason I’ve always dreamed of going on a cross-country roadtrip.  Visit some famous places, try the cuisines in different places, and see my old college friends along the way~

11.) Dream Job: Doctor.  Currently waiting on the applications I just sent in to medical schools... 

12.) Time: 10:55 am

13.): Birthday: August 17

14.): Favorite Bands: No particular favorites, but I’m always a sucker for ZUN’s music

15.): Favorite Solo Artist: Barring ZUN, Danny Baranowsky does incredible work.  And Jake Kaufman.

16.): Song stuck In My Head: The King’s Court - Cuphead

17.): Last Movie I Watched: Finding Dory

18.): Last Show I watched: Brooklyn Nine Nine

19.): When did I create my Blog: May 2017 (for this particular blog.  I’ve been around on Tumblr much longer though)

20.): What do I post/Reblog: RP replies, asks, ask memes, and the occasional post or artwork pertaining to my muse

21.): Last thing I Googled: "puush” (I’m in the process of redownloading all my old software onto my new computer)

22.): Other Blogs: @scripterofphantasm (pretty much dead admin blog), @theconcealedgoddess (my Okina RP blog~)

23.): Do I get Asks: A decent amount, I’d say~

24.): Why I chose My URL: Because it’s fitting, I feel.  I had to think on it for a while, and this just felt right -- coming up with names/URLs is always hard for me.

25.): Following: 111

26.): Followers: 272 (holy crap)

27.): Lucky number: 3 is always a good number

28.): Favorite Instrument: Piano.  I can even play it somewhat decently too!

29.): What am I wearing: Shirt and pants :T

30.): Favorite Food: A loooooooot.  But I’m particularly a fan of burgers, tofu, sushi, and curry

31.): Nationality: Hispanic and Asian

32.): Favorite Song: Dangit man don’t make me choose!!!  But then again, you can’t go wrong with Necrofantasia from Magical Astronomy.  You just can’t.

33.): Last Book I Read: I started reading To Kill a Mockingbird again a while back, but I kinda lost the drive unfortunately.  Which is a shame cuz this book is a lot more enjoyable than I remember it being back in middle school (when it was required reading)

34.): Top Three Fictional Universes I’d Like to Join: Touhou (but not if I’m just your run-of-the-mill human who gets spirited away and either dies immediately or manages to adapt.  To be quite honest, I quite envy the fairies -- they live such easy, carefree lives free of worry.  They even get immortality on top of it all!), The Adventure Zone (post-finale.  It’s such an interesting world that blends sci-fi and magic/fantasy in a fascinating way~), Avatar the Last Airbender (again, such an interesting world to live in.  And if I could be a bender, that’d just be icing on the cake -- I could see myself being an Earthbender)

Tagging: I’m guessing most of you who were going to do this have already been tagged, so I’m not gonna bother and just say that if you’re reading this, and haven’t done it yet but want to, then consider yourself tagged~

#ooc

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Hermione Granger x male reader (you're a Slytherin dude who's arch enemies with Draco)

The sun peeking through the windows woke (y/n), the stinging pain of the sunlight hitting his eyes did the trick. He peeled himself off from the bed and contemplated about his life for a second, and then moved on. He trudged his way to the room's bathroom and took a warm bath. The warm droplets trickled down his lean yet muscular body. After spending ten minutes and a half in the bathroom, he finally finished and started putting on his Slytherin uniform. Just as he was putting his shoes on, his roommates started waking up.  "Oi, (y/n)! Why didn't you wake us up? We only got five minutes before breakfast starts!" grumbled Leo, who furiously fixed his bag and bed.  The (h/c) haired boy rolled his eyes, "your fault for not waking up early." And with that, he left the room. A sigh escaped his plump lips as he observed the halls, the paintings... the houses. For some odd reason, the whole Slytherin boys hate him and of course a couple of girls here and there. He's been pondering for reasons but he just can't put his finger on it.  He continued his way to the massive mahogany door of the dining hall. He opened it and went inside, ignoring the stares from other Slytherin students who were there earlier than him. He sat down in the farthest part of the table. The Gryffindor table being near to theirs he stole a glance from a certain female. The brightest witch of her age, none other than Hermione Granger. But when Hermione is there, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley are there too. He rolled his eyes at the two boys, always clinging beside Hermione. He secretly envied them, hanging out with the love of his life more often than he could. The last conversation he had with the brunette was when they bumped into each other last summer. Sadly, it was short-lived. Oh how he'd die for just one more conversation, he loved how his name rolled off her tongue. Unknown to him, a certain platinum blonde git saw the eye roll (y/n) directed to the boys of the "Golden Trio" as what some would call.  "Hey, boys, it looks like little (y/n) has turned into a big boy and took a liking to a certain... mudblood!" he spat the words like pure venom. (Y/n) clenched his fist so hard that the knuckles turned white. Crabbe and Boyle chuckled making their double chins wiggle furiously, the other Slytherins joined in too. Hermione's chocolate eyes pierced (y/n)'s (e/c) colored ones. The brunette flashed him a warm smile that melted his heart, he forced one in return. He stood up abruptly as Draco and his fools took a step back, clearly not expecting him to do that. The silver-haired bitch cleared his throat realizing it was too late to back down. He examined (y/n) with his eyes, raising a judgmental eyebrow, he finally spoke up "huh, I bet a cow fucked your mother and gave birth to you," came his loud shrill voice. By now the ruckus caught the attention of the other students. (Y/n)'s (h/c) colored hair bounced as he shifted his weight to his other leg, his arms folded, a devilish smirk rose to his lips  "Well yeah? Your mom's legs are like a library... open to the public!" the newly formed crowd gasped most of them were, of course, Slytherin and some from the other houses, especially Gryffindor... well, hooted. The confidence surged through the boy, a scoff emitted from Draco. Hermione's eyes still never leaving (y/n), oh how she liked him. From his strong broad shoulders to his lean yet muscular torso, to his long limbs. Hermione bit her lip, she thought for a moment, 'hundreds of girls were and are swooning over (y/n)!' She had no chance at all! Her thoughts were interrupted by a very loud and painful scream, from none other than Draco. Her wild eyes darted to the now bleeding pure blood on the floor. Blood oozing from his nose down to his chin, tears welled up in his eyes. (Y/n) on the other hand stood there tall and proud of what he did, obviously, he sent a very hard blow to Draco's nose. Pansy Parkinson's panicking voice filled the large space screaming for someone to call Madame Pompfrey, but none of the others moved. Deep inside, all of them knew that Draco deserved it. The bitch sent a cold glare to the (h/c) boy hovering him, trying his best not to cry. For what seemed like a decade, fellow Slytherins assisted him up to the clinic. As they left, there was a moment of silence. All the Slytherin students left their tables to go attend to Malfoy's needs, some didn't want to but were forced. Because his "Father will hear about this" scared the others. He was the only one left standing on their side of the table. Suddenly the whole room cheered as if he just caught the snitch. His eyes widened in surprise, as they all gathered around him and chanted his name. He felt loved, he felt himself smile a real smile this time. Both genders rooting for him, even Hermione! And she even threw him a wink! (Y/n) blushed internally, after the event everybody went to their classes. Casually giving him a pat on the back whenever someone passes him. They must really hate Malfoy. Just then, a fuzzy haired girl came into view. Her smile widened as she saw (y/n) walking towards her direction. She muttered something to Harry and Ron and left her with a pat on the back. Hermione's blush became evident as (y/n) is now standing in front her. "U-Um..hi (y/n)!" Hermione practically squeaked, her hair covering her face slightly. "Hello Hermione, long time no see, eh?" his American accent now evident. Before he came to Hogwarts, he used to study in Ilvermony placed under the house, Thunderbird. Which was quite weird when he came here and got placed in Slytherin. Hermione looked into his crystal orbs, "I guess it has been!" The young boy stood there awkwardly, this was the very reason why every conversation he has with Hermione is always short lived. He's a stuttering mess! Always having a fight with his inner and outer self. "Hey," he started off, feeling the blood rushing to his face, "want to get some... butterbeer sometime?" By now, his face is on fire. He fidgeted with the lower button of his uniform. "I'd love to! How about tomorrow? I mean... I'm totally free, are you though?" Hermione's words scrambled up as she was too excited. Her dream is now her reality. Her eyes looked deep unto (y/n)'s whose is filled with nervousness and excitement. "Sure! Meet me under the oak tree in the courtyard," he smiled widely, his pearly whites showing. The bell rang signifying the students the first period is about to start, Hermione nodded and gave him one last smile. She walked into another direction and so did he, but "Hermione, wait!" (Y/n) looked back as he saw the said girl stopped in her tracks, "Yeah?" Came her sweet sounding voice, "It's a date!" he gave off a chuckle as he saw Hermione turn her head around to look at him. Her eyes were widened, and her mouth slightly agape. He winked at her and continued on his way to potions. Snape was probably going to kill him but hey, he asked out his long time crush on a date. Hermione smiled widely and bit her lip, what a good day it is.

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