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𝘼𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 101
Hi! I’m Raven (or Ray), and I’ve been an Ares devotee for almost five years now. You want to start worshiping him? Great! Despite what today’s media makes of him - which I will talk about a lot in this post - , he’s actually a very caring, gentle and (dare I say) beginner-friendly deity! In general, a great choice! (Also, this is inspired by another post I saw but forgot to save - so, credits for the idea goes to that person) So, let's get started.
WHO IS ARES? - MODERN MISCONCEPTIONS
Since I’m assuming you already know the broad strokes of who he is (Greek god of war, bloodshed, violent and so forth), this section will be about some of the misconceptions most people have of Him. If you’ve ever consumed any Greek mythology-related media, I’m sure you’ve seen the following caricature: beefy, misogynistic, violent, stupid jerk, rude and always looking for a fight. While, yes, He IS violent (He's the god of war, afterall), that's far from all He has to offer.
Did you know Ares is actually historically a major feminist? That’s probably the first thing to get demystified about Him when you talk to an Ares devotee or worshiper, so I’m not really saying ground-breaking news here, but since a fair amount of people don’t know about it, I thought it was a fair mention. So, let’s get into the actual myths and proofs for this claim:
Ares was the father of and supported the Amazons in battle, a group of female-only warriors and hunters.
He’s one of the only male deities in Greek mythology to not have sexually harassed or raped someone. Yes, even other deities viewed as “nice” such as Apollo and Hermes have done so (I don’t mean any disrespect for those deities here - I’m also an Apollo devotee).
Ares was held in trial for the murder of Halirrhotius, a son of Poseidon, after he raped one of Ares’ daughters, Alkippe. He was acquited of murder by the gods. Remember, back in ancient Greece, women didn’t have ANY rights - raping one was not considered a crime or even frowned upon as far as I'm aware.
One of His epithets is “Ares Gynaikothoina", which means "feasted by women". During a war between the Tegeans and the Spartans, the women of Tegea defended the city from a invasion led by the Spartan king Charilaus. After arming themselves, they defeated the Spartans following an ambush. Among the prisoners was the Spartan king himself. In commemoration, they would hold a feast in honor of Ares, to which only women were invited.
All in all, Ares is protective, just, and encouraging of His children as well as worshipers and devotees. He’s not the piece of shit jock most people think of when you mention His name. Please stop doing my man this dishonor, He deserves so much better.
BASIC INFO
His Roman counterpart is Mars. He’s the son of Zeus and Hera, and his consourt is Aphrodite (even though they’re not officially married). His divine children are Phobos and Deimos (twin daimones/personified spirits of panic and terror, respectively), Harmonia (goddess of harmony and concord), Antero (erote/god of requited love) and Eros (erote/god of carnal love), all which he had with Aphrodite, as well as Drakon of Thebes (a giant serpent), which he apparently had by himself.
As for hero children; Cycnus (a bloody-thirsty men who was murdered by Herakles), Diomedes of Thrace (who had man-eating horses for some reason), Thrax (who founded Thrace), Oenomaus (Greek king of Pisa), and the Amazons (female warriors and hunters as mentioned above).
His symbols and associations are: spears, swords, helmets, armour, dogs, chariots, shields, The Chariot & The Emperor tarot cards, etc.
FESTIVALS AND DAYS
Tuesdays are holy to Ares and are ruled by the planet Mars (again, his Roman counterpart), which means they’re associated with action, energy, strength, and courage, as well as the color red.
As for festivals, He was typically honored with special rites in times of war or just before battles. There were also two annual festivals: one in the town of Geronthrae in ancient Laconia, celebrated only by men, and one in Tagea in Arcadia, celebrated only by women, where His "feasted by women" epithet came from. There's hardly any info on exact dates (from the Attic calendar or not) or info about any other festivals.
SACRED ANIMALS
Serpents
Dogs
Vultures
Woodpecker
Barn owls
Eagle owls
SACRED PLANTS
There’s no plant, flower or tree traditionally associated with Ares, unfortunately, so I’m gonna give a list of my UPG’s. Now, I’m not a witch, so I don’t know about the magical properties of the plants I’m about to list (if you’re a witch and were looking for something like that, my bad). However, I am a florist and have a special interest in floriography, so I assign them to Him based on vibe, meaning, etc.
Amaryllis (Means “Pride”)
Basil (Means “Hate”)
Water hemlock (Means “Death”)
Snapdragon (Means “Presumption”, but I think he just likes the way it looks)
Poppy (Means “Eternal sleep”, but has a long history with wars, being the first kind of flora to start growing in abandoned battlefields that were previously considered infertile)
Nettle (Means “Cruelty”)
Magnolia (Means “Dignity”)
Yarrow (Means “Cure for a broken heart”, and is said to have been used by Achilles to heal his men on the battlefield, which is why the scientific name is “Achillea”)
Ginger (Associated with “Heat”)
Pepper, spices, etc (idk he just gives the vibes)
OFFERINGS & DEVOTIONAL ACTS
Honestly, the only slander Ares should be getting is that He likes edgy teenage boy things. That being said, here's some ideas/suggestions, first for devotional acts and then offerings:
Workout or do any kind of physical activity
Take care of your mental and physical health
Stand up for yourseld and what you believe in
Learn about past wars, battles, and riots
Do things that make you feel badass/brave/empowered
Go to a protest
Work on managing your anger (especially for my fellow BPD havers)
Pet a dog
Honor His children and Aphrodite
For offerings; any kind of meat, especially red
Anything sharp (cool knives or daggers, broken glass, etc)
Bones!!
Halloween decor (I personally have those fake plastic snakes, spiders, and a skull on His altar)
Black coffee, the stronger the better
Any alcohol, but especially whiskey
Anything spicy
WHY WORSHIP ARES? - A PERSONAL RANT
Living in an extremely physically abusive household, I had to know and be acostumed to violence from a very young age. That violence left with many things - BPD and C-PTSD, to name a few - but mostly importantly, it left me only being able to feel one thing: anger.
I was angry at everything. Angry at the world for allowing me to have to live through such a horrible situation, angry at my mom for not standing up for me, angry at my abuser, even angry at myself for not ever trying to fight back or protect myself (though now I realize that was completely out of the question. I was only 8, what could I have done against a man in his 30's that was three times my size?).
That anger didn't go away after I got away from my abuser. If anything, it grew worse. I'd yell, break everything around me, say horrible things to the people I loved - I was a totally different person. I could barely recognize myself. I was an empty shell, filled with absolutely nothing else than the purest form of resentment and wrath, things that had been brewing inside of me since I was a child. I never had the choice to become anything else.
Ares understands violence. He's the god of it. He knows when it's justifiable and when it's not, when it serves a purpose and when it's out of pure malice. He helped me realize that instead of trying to fight against my anger out of the shame it made me feel, I had to embrace it - become one with it. It's a part of me, at the end of the day. I just had to figure out how to control it instead of letting it control me.
He embraced me when I was too disgusted with this ugly side of me to even look in a mirror. I was scared of myself - he wasn't. He's seen worse. I never had someone accept me and all my flaws before, god or otherwise.
That's why it's so upsetting to see the modern depictions so many people have of him. Someone so understanding and loving being defined by the worst parts of Himself, just like I used to do with myself in the past.
Ares is the god of war, war is not the god of Ares.
#hellenic pagan#hellenic polytheism#ares#ares devotee#ares devotion#ares worshiper#ares worship#hellenic polytheist#my posts
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Ride 750: Blue sky
(Thank you to @monkeyingaround for helping me with a couple of things in this chapter!! <3)
Pag 1
1: Right?
Hahaha
2: 'morning!
'morning!
Did you bring the thing we talked about yesterday?
Pag 2
1: Summer is here
Pag 3
1: Yeah
2: Look at the color of the sky!!
3: It's a crisp blue sky!!
Well, the color is sky blue, after all
4: Ka....!! You're seriously so narrow-minded! Your eyes are so narrow, too, and that's why you're not close with our kohai
My eyes have nothing to do with... huh!? The kouhai!?
Se... senpaii!! Teh
5: Huh?
Pag 4
1: Rokudai!!
Naruko-san, Imaizumi-san
Good morning!!
Why are you greeting us with so much enthusiasm?
2: You have a huge bag as usual. What is it?
Thank you so much!!
Why are you thanking us!!
Oh, Kinaka is here too
Good morning!!
3: We collected
4: everyone's laundry at training camp, and now we're putting them to dry!!
Yes
Don's take it all on yourself!!
5: It's towels and t-shirts used at training camp that we don't know who they belong to!!
Ah yeah, but even so
Pag 5
1: And the weather is nice, so putting them to dry is nice!!
You already finished drying the first round?
An extreme manager spirit!!
2: What about the other first years?
Ah, they haven't arrived yet, teh
They're not coming?
3: I'll kick them out
Huh...!
What a fast decision!!
4: Think about it again, please!!
Hmm, then let's kick out half of them
Waaa.!!
…. that's what I meant, Hotshot
What?
5: Ah, uhm... by the way, uhm... what about Onoda-san?
Ah, he should be here soon
6: Ah, he's not a morning person?
….. no
Pag 6
1: After training camp, Onoda-kun....
2: Fu fu fu
Ratatata, to the sun...
3: I want to go together... fu fu fu
5: Far
6: Far away..!
Fu fu
That student on the city bike i so fast!!
Pag 7
2: Good morning, everyone...!!
3: He watched everything I recorded while we were at the training camp, and now he's here!!
All the anime!!
4: Look, he's gleaming!! That's the face he has when he's in a good mood because he watched a good anime and came to school while singing its theme song!!
Ohh...
5: Interesting... he watches anime, and... his face is gleaming....
You're taking notes about Onoda-kun's life?
Pag 8
1: Ahh, I'm so happy that “Kawazanyou wa at shiro”, shortened in “Kawashiro”, really has good animation as the preview reviews had said
Oh, yeah?
Imaizumi-kun, will you watch it too?
I'll think about it
Think about it...!!
2: And the second part of “People of the dead”, “the bloody battle” was so scary but so good!
Oh, yeah?
3: You have never seen it, but Onoda-kun
4: He hums an anime song during races
5: And he becomes super fast!!
7: Th.... that's so cool...!!
Pag 9
1: Now!!
2: Third years
Make up supplementary lessons for the members of the bicycles racing team that were away for trainig camp
3: It'll be boring like every year, but we'll get through it
Yeah
Tch, supplementary lessons?!
Pag 10
2: Apply this formula
3: Therefore, the value we're looking for is...
6: Go, Rokudai
For us, too
Pag 11
2: Another three minutes
3: I can see a light!!
He's coming
4: Ohh!!
5: I wasn't expecting this, Furuya
Yeah, Murakami
6: The only one among us first years who could run the whole 1000km in this training camp in the time limit is-
Just a little bit more!
You're in time!
Press on the pedals one last time!
Pag 12
1: The former manager and beginner, Rokudai Renta!!
Pag 13
1: The only survivor
2: Two minutes before the time limit, 23:58, the first year Rokudai
3: completes the 1000km...
4: and is ranked
5: sixth
Kinaka-kun!!
Pag 14
1: You did it, Rokudai
2: Kinaka-kun!!
Ugh-!
3: Thank you, Kinaka-kun.... I could have never done it if you hadn't been there, Kinaka-kun, teh....!!
You did it with your own strength
Guaaaa, thank youu....
Pag 15
1: Cough cough
Are you alright!? Is it your throat, Kinaka-kun!?
You slammed your elbow into it
Teh!?
Hahaha
3: Alright now, let's gather around, give an ending ment, and then leave
Yeah!!
4: Please make a firm ending speech, captain!!
Ah....!!
5: Right... a speech... I have to say some wise saying.... wh- what should I do
Kakaka you can just say whatever you're feeling!!
6: Anyway, finally
Pag 16
1 / 3: All six members who will fight in our last Inter High
Pag 17
3: Are here!!
Pag 18
1: Thank you so much!!
Thank you!!
-you!!
-you!!
2: I'm tired..
But you retired so early on
Yeah but the senpai's race was so intense
I know, right
3: Ahh... this year even just watching it from here made my heart rate increase
4: Yes!! It was an intense training camp!!
Pag 19
1: We're counting on you, Rokudai
4: Oi.... Issa, wake up
5: The teacher looks incredibly angry!!
6: Huh? That daifuku is half the price!? Really, Naruko-san?
It's no use, he's sleep-talking!!
Pag 20
1: Everyone worked really hard at the training camp
3: It's coming soon this year, the Inter High
#yowamushi pedal#yowamushi pedal translations#yowapeda#yowapeda manga#yowamushi pedal manga#yowamushi pedal spoilers#ride 750#i'm sorry but page 14 is my new personality ;A;#if it wasn't clear enough already: I LOVE ROKUDAI AND KINAKA SO MUCH THEY'RE MY MOST PRECIOUS BABIES#AND THEY HAVE THE SWEETEST LOVELIEST AND MOST PRECIOUS RELATIONSHIP#AND HUGGED!!! i love when my fave characters huuuug and it doesn't happen enough but it did now!!! watanabe loves me and i love him#after last chapter i started writing a fic when just this happened and now it really did asdahjfgksfgs#useless to say that i am still writign the fic bc my feels are stronger than ever#watanabe really has the talent of creating new characetr and making them my new faves#first with the mtb boys and now these two#also this chapter was really for me huh#my imanaruuuuuuu#they really are always together sadjlasdgjad funniest pair ever#i feel like writing another fic now#also also roku-chan taking notes abotu onoda sfhasdgad hes such a fanboy i love him#also have yall noticed that onoda hasnt done anything yet mhhh sometimes watanabe forgets that hes his main character lmao#how could i forget otaku imaizumiiiii#and naruko telling rokudai the hime hime singing thing that makes onoda faster lmao#the otaku racing team#cant wait for roku-chan to also sing it during this IH
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Moondrunk Monster pt 2 (ghost x reader)
You're a retired combat medic that made a mistake, costing you your cushy office job. As punishment, you're sent to an active war zone, where you meet the 141, a squad of werewolves that slowly accept you as their own. (I know, I know I'm bad at summarizing)
this fic has me writing five thousand words in one (1) day, I am obsessed. you can find pt 1 here
Warnings: um violence. Ghost being a weirdo.
Part 2
After that day, things changed for you.
Gaz was healed within a day, coming to visit you with a Snickers bar as thanks. “I’ve been saving it for an occasion,” he said. “Wolves…well, we can’t really have chocolate without quite a bit of pain so I thought I would give it to you instead. As thanks.”
“All I did was my job, Gaz,” you said, patting his shoulder in a motherly fashion.“There’s no need to thank me.”
Gaz raised a brow. “The other medics would have let me bleed out, doc, I’m here because of you.”
You accepted the Snickers and his thanks, thinking that would be the end of it. But 141 seemed to think you were apart of their squad now, clustering around you at the lunch table like so many guard dogs, following you out into the thick of the desert whenever you and the other medics had to pick up supplies from the routine airdrops, holding down flailing patients for you while you sewed up gashes and cauterized missing limbs.
Captain Graves called it pack bonding. It was common with their kind, and partially the reason why the military liked wolves in their ranks.
You appreciated it in your own way. Soldiers respected you a little more now, the fearless medic that gave her own blood to a wolf.
Lunch today was a mess of shepherd's pie and a tin of pineapples–not bad considering the beans and sausage of yesterday. You sat at the nearest empty table, uncapping a bottle of water.
Within a minute Soap was tumbling into the spot in front of you, a plate of raw meat in his hand. Wolves couldn’t survive on human food alone, so the military made special adjustments.
The adjustments were freezing slabs of raw beef and plating it up still half-frozen. Even supersoldiers didn’t get special treatment.
“Hey, lass,” Soap said, nudging your foot with his own. “Mind passing me a bottle?”
You nodded, reaching behind you for the cases of water while the rest of 141 took a seat, Ghost uncomfortably close on your left. He was odd like that, not seeming to mind human customs like personal space like the others did.
“You never said where you were from, lass,” Soap said, the beginner of conversation as always. He looked at you, blue eyes twinkling. “Bet I could guess.”
You rolled your eyes. “It’s not a hard one.”
“Texas.”
“Not everyone in America lives in Texas, Soap.”
“Florida.”
“Not Florida either.”
“Fine, what is it?” Soap took a bite of flank steak, the noise making you shudder.
Ghost turned to make quiet conversation with Price, his thick thigh pressing into yours.
You smiled. “A small town in Oklahoma.”
“Bloody hell, that’s just Texas.”
“Those are fightin’ words where I’m from,” you said, pointing your fork at him. “You’re lucky I’m too hungry to care.”
Soap barked a laugh. “Oh please, you look like you’ve never been in a fight in your life, bonnie.”
“You know, I was a combat medic back in the day–a proper one,” you said dryly, taking a bite of pie. “I was in the Berlin Incident of 2013, and there were plenty of body parts and wolves flying around in that one.”
The table stilled, eyes going to you. The Berlin Incident was an infamous bloodbath–you still have nightmares about it.
Price blew a breath, looking thoughtful. “That was…you couldn’t have been more than, what, eighteen?”
“Nineteen. I wasn’t even supposed to be there, but…” you shrugged. “Orders are orders, right?”
“Why’d you stop doing it then?” Soap asked, a man that has never shied away from uncomfortable questions. “You must’ve been experienced by the time you could order a beer at a bar.”
Ghost was stiff beside you, watching you eat. Humans would look away, but he never does.
They were memories from a different life. The days of crouching under gunfire with a fistfuls of gauze and adrenaline only resurfaced in dreams. “How honest do you want me to be?” You asked wryly. It wasn’t a memory you liked to remember, especially not surrounded by wolves.
“As honest as you want to.” Soap ripped off another bite, the sound eerily reminiscent of teeth crunching on bone.
“I was mauled.” You peel back part of your shirt, showing the heavy scarring on your collar. “It wasn’t his fault, really, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. It took a year for me to be back on my feet and by then…I was ready for some peace and quiet.”
It was a year of physical therapy and healing, struggling against the infections that come with a wolf bite.
Soap stared, unabashed, until you tucked the scars away. He was silent for a long moment, tapping his fork against the table.
“You saved my life after one of us did that to you?” Gaz said, cocking a brow. “You must be forgiving.”
Ghost shifted, his hand coming up to grip the collar of your shirt. He pulled it down slightly, just barely showing the tip of the scarring.
And you let him, because…well, you don’t know why you let him.
He was wearing gloves, as always, but they were warm when he pressed them against the scars, fitting his fingers into the obvious claw marks.
The 141 was silent, watching Ghost with a mixture of surprise and horror. Price looked as if he were about to intervene, his knuckles white around his fork.
You wondered what exactly Ghost’s file looks like, how many cases of human aggression to make his squad this antsy.
“Why didn’t it kill you?” Ghost asked, the first words he had said to you that day.
Christ, they never pull their punches do they? “He stopped,” you said blandly, your breath catching at the feeling of fingers pressing into your skin. “Like I said, it wasn’t on purpose. Once he realized what he did, he carried me to the nearest medic.”
Ironically, the two of you were still friends to this day. He liked to send you a funeral arrangement and a birthday card every year, writing glad you’re still alive, doc under the Happy Birthday.
Donny always had an odd sense of humor.
It helped that he wasn’t wearing his human face when he did it, it helped you separate the man from the wolf whenever you thought about that terrifying thirty seconds of blood and teeth–bones crunching, skin tearing, muscle turned to crimson thread.
Ghost tugged your shirt collar back into place, oddly gentle. “You’re tougher than you look, love,” he said, turning back to his food with an air of finality.
“Thank you, sir,” you said, like a good soldier.
It felt like approval. You hated that you liked it.
There were times when you couldn’t sleep, so you would sit beside the lip of your tent with a lamp and a book as your patients of the night slept peacefully, some aided by morphine.
The 141 tent was empty, its inhabitants deep in the desert on Graves’ whim. You worried about them, in your own way, thinking about what would have happened if they hadn’t gotten Gaz to you in time.
They were still strangers to you, but the base felt too quiet without them, and your skin felt bare without Ghost’s stare upon it.
That was becoming a problem. He watched you constantly since that day in the mess hall, watching you work, eat, speak, uncanny in his faded mask.
If he were a man, you would think he was into you. You’re a medic, you’ve had several star-eyed soldiers follow you around like ducklings after you dug a bullet out of them, but never like this. Never a wolf.
You didn’t know what to think.
When you asked Soap about it, he shrugged and said, “Lass, Ghost is as strange as they come. Someone messed about with his brain a couple years ago, a nasty bit of torture, he hasn’t been right ever since.”
“Should I be concerned?” You asked, feeling sympathy unfurl the knot in your gut. Neurological problems made sense, explaining the staring issue and the lack of social awareness.
Soap shook his head. “He’s not the type to hurt women, doc, human or otherwise. He may seem a little rough around the edges but I’ve known him for a long time–he’s one of my best mates.”
That wasn’t saying much. As much as you liked him, Soap didn’t have many rules in the ways of morality, he liked war because he liked killing, he liked being able to chase and hunt with the legal license permitting him to do so.
You talk to Ghost sometimes, when he decides to bring a cup of tea over when the both of you can’t sleep. You didn’t bother to tell him that you don’t like tea, because it seems rude and maybe it would stop him coming to see you completely, so you drained the cup and told yourself you’ve developed a taste for it.
Generally, he listened as you spoke. He was a good listener, paying attention as you talked about home–how it snowed sometimes, during the winter. How hot the summers would get, heat coming off the cornfields in a red haze.
Your family, that you saw three times a year, two weeks each time if you could swing it.
You didn’t know why you told him these things, something about the way he paid attention to you made you feel like you had to fill up the silence, otherwise he might swallow you whole.
Could wolves even be attracted to human women?
You knew that you were strangely attracted to him, to his height, his eyes, the gruff rumble of his voice, the way he commanded fear and respect. But was his…fascination attraction or something else?
You’ve heard of wolves that like to eat their prey. You don’t like to believe rumors or myths but Ghost makes you believe them, a little bit.
You shifted to another side of your hip, adjusting the book in your lap. The night was cool and quiet, the moon above only a few days before being full.
A full moon always meant trouble, with or without wolves.
It didn’t affect them like in the stories of moon-crazed madness. It was more like a calling, an urge to be bare-skinned and free under the moon. Danny used to say it was like being high, all he wanted to do was dance and eat and fuck.
You imagined Ghost, in his massive, graceful body dancing, and smiled to yourself.
You reached into your pocket for a package of powdered donuts, another gift from a grateful patient. She had gotten her leg blasted with an explosive, and you had just barely managed to salvage it, though she had a long road to follow before she would be able to walk again.
Maybe they weren’t healthy, but they were sweet and soft and reminded you of the days that you would sit in a boat with your grandfather, chicken liver hooked to your fishing pole as you waited for the catfish to bite. You were so young then, powdered sugar on your fingers as you begged your grandfather to let you try a sip of his coffee.
You were on your third one when 141 came home, slipping from the guarded gates to return to their tent for showers and a meal. You waved, smiling at Price when he nodded to you.
Soap broke off from the pack to ruffle your hair with his dirty hands, accepting a donut when you offered one. “You always have the best snacks, bonnie,” he said, winking as he slunk away to shower.
Ghost followed soon enough, approaching warily like a feral cat. You smiled at him too, offering him the last donut of the pack. “You’re back, sir.”
He nodded, taking the donut and staring at it as if he was unsure what to do with it.
“I’ll look away,” you said, turning your face to the courtyard. You figured the mask had something to do with the torture Soap mentioned, either scarring or trauma–though most of the time they were one and the same.
You heard him sigh, then a rustle of fabric as he pulled up the mask and took a bite.
You hide a smile. “It’s good, yeah? Processed American bullshit, sir.”
Ghost hummed, then came the unmistakable sound of licking the sugar off his fingers. There had also been blood on his fingertips, from the night’s previous activities.
You don’t want to think about why that makes your belly clench.
“Couldn’t sleep, love?” He asked, mask safely back over his mouth. He tilted his head, unintentionally predatory.
You shook your head, your hand coming up to rub at your shoulder. It aches on cold nights, bleeding memories of teeth scraping against bones. “No, it’s just…old wounds, I guess.”
Ghost shoved his hand into his pocket, drawing something out carefully. It was a notebook, clean of gore and muck, a small blue pen stuck into the spiral binding.
He offered it to you and you took it, because somehow you could never refuse him.
“Saw you scribbling on napkins,” Ghost said, jerking his head to the mess on your desk. “Thought this would do a better job.”
Unexpectedly, you’re delighted. You had been looking for a notepad, having not had enough time to pack yours back at your previous base. You liked to sketch, to draw the people and places around you–it made things seem realer, less like a dream.
“Thank you, sir,” you said, smiling and flipping it open. The pages are bare. “I’ve been looking for one.”
“You’re welcome, love.”
“That reminds me, sir, I’ve got a joke for you.”
“And what’s that?”
“What do you call an Australian visiting England on vacation?”
You can almost imagine him cocking a brow, his silence expectant.
“Returning to the scene of the crime,” You laughed at your own joke, unable to help yourself. Soap had helped you come up with that one.
Ghost’s eyes are creased behind the pale, cracked skull of his mask. You think he might be smiling. “Christ, pet, that was awful.”
You tucked the notebook to your chest. “Had to repay you in some way, sir. Feel free to use it in the future.”
“Negative, love.” Ghost turned to disappear into his tent, unstrapping the heavy duty vest over his chest. You laughed again, picking yourself off the ground with a little less weight on your chest.
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The Generals Daughter
a/n: finally the first chapter is here and the next one is almost ready for upload. I apologize in advantage, because I am still a bloody beginner in terms of writing. still, enjoy!
Chapter I
Conscription day will forever be one of the deadliest every year, right before Threshing. Ever since the first time I witnessed this from afar I hate it with all my heart. All year I have the same “privilege”, how my father would call it, to watch the candidates, that passed the entrance exam six month prior, fall to their death. And those who survive the Parapet either graduate or going to get killed – due to other cadets or dragons. One wrong move and all you will be is dead meat.
Today is possibly my last day on earth. I have to cross the Parapet myself to get into the Riders Quadrant but according to the General, I will just do fine – I am a Melgren and I have ten years of training in my bones after all. I am still not so sure about this, but I have no say in this. Not anymore.
Somewhere in between these masses of candidates must be a certain other general daughter and I really fucking hope she survives this. Even though she doesn't look like she could kill a fly, I believe wholeheartedly in her. She is strong and if someone can do this, it's her, even if she doesn't knows it yet. I tried to talk to her mother but she wouldn't budge, nothing would change her mind. Even Mira tried it more than once and if the General isn't listening to her, then she won't listen to anyone.
The orders from my father five days ago were clear – wait till the end, when everyone else is done, then I'll cross the Parapet alone. On the other side at the entrance to the quadrant will wait a third year that'll bring me to formation into the Dragon Rotunda. Commandant Panchek is informed that I'll join the Quadrant and which wing.
And with that I am waiting, and waiting, and waiting.
I have a good spot to observe these kids, trying to survive this death trail and see some of them already fall. I don't understand how some of them want to become a rider after all. So many of them volunteer to join the quadrant while others don't have a choice, like me. Malek lingers at every possible corner and no one is safe from him. Having a dragon might be “thrilling”, how many officers describe it, but till you possibly get to this point you could be dead, or worse.
These dragons are terrifying, like that beast of a dragon my father bonded all those years ago, long before I was born.
The weather isn't in anyone’s favor today – the storm took a turn at some point. Even though the sunrise was beautiful, it left a bitter aftertaste as the dark clouds covered the sky. For some of them it was their last sunrise ever.
It's been more than two hours since the first one entered the Parapet and there aren't many candidates left. I make out a figure striking over the stones like they own this place and – did they just threw another candidate down?!
My heart starts racing, my breathing becomes uneven, and I feel like I'm having a panic attack. Shit, now?!
`Take a deep breath, Arya. You`ll do this alone, no one can throw you down and no one will interrupt you.’
I just really hope I`ll never have to meet this asshole. I may look tough and have more fighting experience than others, but those people are unpredictable. And I certainly don`t have my father’s signet to see if I could win a fight against him, so I really want to avoid this guy.
A knock on the door interrupts my train of thoughts and when I turn, one of the officers from infantry stands at the door. “It's time” is the only thing he says. Shit.
Around fifteen minutes later I find myself lingering at the edge of the Parapet. No one else is around, the officer walked away the moment, I stepped foot into the tower.
Only a few centimeters separate me and the abyss. Just a few centimeters left and then I'll be out in the open while the rain thankfully eases into a slight drizzle.
`Okay Arya – you`ve got this. Take a deep breath – and step forward.’
Well … it takes me about three minutes, with stumbling and cursing the shit out of every person that crosses my mind, to reach the other side and I am nearing the entry to the famous Riders Quadrant. Just like father told me, a third year is already waiting for me, looking annoyed. But it's not like he can disobey a direct order from above. “Finally, they are about to start” he grumbles. Hello to you too, grumpy, but I know better than to aggravate him, since he has a dragon that could incinerate me before I even have the chance to hide.
We make our way through the empty corridors of the college while I try to sort my thoughts. I really survived the Parapet and now I am allowed to call myself a cadet. Still alive and can't fucking believe I am now part of this hellhole. I already imagine the way the General will stand in his office and rant about how it was predictable that I would succeed. “She is a Melgren after all and it would have been a waste of time if she didn't survived.”
Faint voices in the distance interrupt my thoughts, which get louder with every step we take but before we can even walk out into the biggest courtyard one has ever seen, the chattering grows quiet.
“Three hundred and one of you have survived the Parapet to become-“
The third year, I have yet to know his name, and I interrupt Commandant Panchek, who stands on the dais in front of the cadets.
“I apologize, Commandant, but it's three hundred and two.”
There is a heavy silence that spreads over the rotunda. I stand behind the tall rider, most of the curious glances immediately find him, only a few of them spot me behind. Great.
#fourth wing#fourth wing x reader#iron flame#bodhi durran#xaden riorson#bodhi durran x oc#bodhi durran x reader
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2022 Fic Roundup
Hi, Gallavich family! You're all so talented and put out such amazing work. Here are a bunch of fics from the past year that made me oh, so happy.
Multi-chaps that finished in 2022
The Bloody Summer Massacre by BitterTongue
an exception to the rule by @gallawitchxx
One Hundred Days of Summer by ELLA_CINDER
spice up your life by @squidyyy23
You are my Wednesdays and Coincidences do not exist by @imikhailotakeyouian
pierced skin and tattooed hearts by @mmmichyyy
Workplace Distractions and Broke Straight Boys by @dancermk
Break Point by @energievie
you found me, you knew me by jinlin5
Flower U-Up by @look-i-love-u
WIPs that updated this year
It's Just A Little Thing by ELLA_CINDER
The Language of Flowers by @xninetiestrendx
For Instant Fun, Just Add Water by @grumble-fish
My Heart Belongs To You by @sweetbee78
OnlyFans series by @gallavichgeek
That 'Redhead Babyface/FUCK U-UP' Duality by @whatthebodygraspsnot
Educating Mickey by Milligar
let the bodies do the talkin' by Captain_Jowl
Notting Hill - Gallavich AU by @darthvaders-wife
Suncatcher by @wehangout
they will take me away by smallmickey
These Undomesticated Wilds by @arrowflier
Can We Skip to the Good Stuff? by @depressedstressedlemonzest
Paragraphs by pink_ink
Masked by tbhkindasad
Can't Fight This Feeling by ratedloco
Ristretto by @howlinchickhowl
Selfless Acts of the Illegal Variety by @abundanceofnots
Something Comforting by @psychicskulldamage
What Happens in Vegas by AlyCalypso
The Resurgence Road Hotel by @ianrightsonly
Other cool fics
That's a Wrap and How's That Feel, Private? and Twenty Strangers by @crossmydna
Rat Race and I was enchanted to meet you by TRaena (whose work I have thoroughly enjoyed this year)
Prelude Motel by @whatthebodygraspsnot
serenity by @squidyyy23
A Million Ways to Die and Try Not to Panic and Flight Risk by @mzshko
Two Tops Don't Make it Right by @gallavichgeek
This is Just Pretend, This is a Favor From a Friend by @depressedstressedlemonzest
What He Missed by Reader115
Beginners by @bravemikhailo
Dangerously by @sweetbee78
Icarus Is Online by @mishervellous
Everything happens for a reason by @imikhailotakeyouian
Of Monsters and Men by @wehangout
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Some Erised Recs…
I wanted to post this yesterday but fell asleep while reviewing my blurbs lol so here’s my first 2023 reclist! Just wanted to do a lil something to celebrate these authors and artists as I did not include any Erised fics on my 2022 reclist. Hope you enjoy before the reveals, don’t forget to give these some love. You can find more lovely recs here by @thehoneybeet and here by @epitomereally
Check all Erised 2022 works!
Fic:
🍺 everything you should say by @candybarrnerd (E, 7.4k) - lush rebound fuck buddies to something else, hot and tentative, love the uncomplicated matter-of-fact tone here, sexy and refreshing!
They're not friends. But when Draco offers help, Harry takes it.
🐺 Service Bell by @shiftylinguini (E, 8k) - est relationship but make it complicated, obsessed with this nuanced pining wolf!Draco with his sharp edges and soft heart
Draco is: a werewolf, living in a cabin in the woods, minding his own business, and never going to buy plaid because he's not that much of a fucking cliche (yet). He's also counting down the days until he sees Harry again.
🎤 Meddling, Menswear, and Magic by @writcraft (M, 19k) - I’m utterly besotted with their voices, the superb level of banter oh my god. I wanna live inside this fic’s dialogue and have it for breakfast thank
Draco Malfoy is working in a job he hates and avoiding the magical world entirely, but he really is fine. When a bequest from Severus Snape brings Draco back to a much-changed magical world, he must find his place within it and navigate his growing attraction to Harry Potter in the process.
🐍 In The Company Of Serpents by @corvuscrowned (E, 25k) - an instant fave, fabulous characterization, perfect slow burn, top notch ust and some of the hottest smut I’ve read lately, so satisfying yum 🔥
There’s something wrong with the serpents at the Greengrass Ophidiarium. Luckily, a certain Parselmouth just might be able to help.
⛷️ Historians by @oknowkiss (E, 30k) - fake dating goodness with holiday vibes, the right amount of angsty pining and a gorgeous Swiss background. Just what I needed to cheer me up on a snowy day
It’s the Dumbledore’s Army Reunion Holiday, and Harry’s found himself in hot water with his friends once again, after telling them he has a boyfriend he definitely does not have. In an attempt to fix things, he’s made it his colleague on Level Nine, Draco Malfoy’s problem too. Featuring a ski chalet in Switzerland, a pair of bunk beds, and an agreement that should’ve been simple, were it not for all the bloody feelings getting in the way.
🏉 All Things Go by @sorrybutblog (E, 32k) - an enchanting 8th year romance with strong Heartstopper vibes👨🍳💋 our boys are so wonderfully awkward and young and lovely, my heart is melting! And the scorching UST? Superb
Draco’s back at Hogwarts by court order. Harry’s back for no particular reason at all. Some things change, some stay the same. Neither expects to spend eighth-year living in close quarters, playing rugby (poorly), staying up late, sneaking around, and finally figuring it all out.
⏳Everything is Relative to You by @thehoneybeet (E, 43k) - really brilliant take on time travel/multiverse, inventive concept exploring star-crossed lovers dynamics. It’s about the yearning!!!
Potter was supposed to have lived. Draco is certain of this. That Potter would no longer walk the earth was tantamount to the sun moving west to east across the sky. If only he could have stopped this from happening, if he’d have known… It comes to him as ideas often did: too late.
Art:
🦉Birdwatching for Beginners by dustmouth (G) - so very warm and sweet, I love the cozy vibes, the soft flirting and the ultimate Wizarding fashion as per this artist’s usual
Draco does his best to sneak out early from Ginny and Luna's Christmas party, only to be cornered by a drunk Harry Potter.
🦄 Light in the Dark by @creeeee (G) - stunning art, romantic and evocative. I love the palette and detailed outfits, want those capes in my wardrobe right now
Draco and Harry find themselves encountering more than they anticipated while performing a divine blessing within the deep thicket of the Forbidden Forest.
👔 Routinely Yours (G) by @apriicat - the softest domestic bliss we deserve, gorgeous characters (long-haired Draco!), tender intimacy, lots of cozy cuddling and boyfriending stuff
Morning routines are the best with you.
❄️ Snapshot of Moments by @drarrydoodles (E) - stunning illustrations from daily life scenes, so rich in details and full of emotion. I love how each scene comes with a short description, and the nsfw one is!!!!! 😳🔥
A snapshot of moments in Harry and Draco's relationship.
🎹 The sound of your heart by @pato-roldnart (G) - a charming and moving musicians AU, great storytelling and the prettiest boys finding inspiration together 🎵
Harry is requested to perform a musical piece for a Great Serpent, it can’t be that hard, right? What he does not expect is having to work with an annoying, distracting, good-looking Draco Malfoy.
🛌 Two Wizards, One Bed by dustmouth (G) - soft, hilarious and adorable as usual, this made me giggle the whole night! Draco’s grumpy blushing face is my fave
Harry and Draco are trapped together in a safe house. Fiery discourse ensues (intercourse, more like...)
🪢 This time, tomorrow by @bluebutter-art (M) - talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique etc etc when I tell you my heart missed a beat seeing this beauty, I’m!!!!!
Two souls, bound by fate, destined to meet again and again and again.
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𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 : 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆
☽︎𝑷𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚☾︎
Ch.02 - Ch.04
Series Masterlist
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader
Word count: 4.4k
Y/n lays asleep in her bed, hair splayed across her pillow and lips slightly parted as slow and steady breaths move her chest. Her sleep is peaceful until a distant howl is heard. Her brows furrow and her breathing picks up a bit as she starts to shift in her sleep. Her hands clench and her legs move, her sheets quickly becoming wrapped around them as her head moves to the side. Another howl rips through the air. Her skin is coated with a thin layer of sweat as she starts to pant, her face conveying the fear from her dream.
Screams.
The color yellow.
Bloody claws.
Red eyes.
She sits bolt upright with a gasp, her eyes wide and glowing their violet hue, hands grasping at her chest. She looks down and holds her hands in front of her face. When she sees they're clean she sighs in relief. She rakes a hand through her hair as she takes deep breaths to calm herself. In through the nose, out through the mouth. As she calms down her irises dim to their normal e/c hue. The details from her dream instantly start slipping from her mind and she can't remember anything that happened. All she remembers is the fear when she saw them. The red eyes. They were angry, power hungry, a fire of rage flickering within their depths. She had a feeling she wouldn't be getting back to sleep tonight so she grabbed a blanket and went to the living room to watch TV until it was time for her to get ready for school.
...
"So you killed her?" Stiles asks as he opens the school door, letting Y/n and Scott through before following himself. Scott had been telling them about his nightmare where he wolfed out and killed Allison on a school bus.
"I don't know." Scott shrugged. "I just woke up. And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before."
"Really? I have. Usually ends a little differently."
"TMI, Stiles." Y/n gave him a slightly disgusted look, but still chuckled at his blunt delivery.
"A) I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real, and B) never give me that much detail about you in bed again." Scott continued.
"Noted." Stiles nodded. "Let me take a guess here."
"No, I know, you think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow, like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out."
"No, of course not." Scott looked at Stiles for a moment before he caved. "Yeah, that's totally it. Hey, come on, it's gonna be fine, all right?"
"You know, dreams have a way of showing us our own stresses and desires. We process things through our dreams. That particular one could be your own worries and fears about hurting her." Y/n shared.
"Personally I think you're handling this pretty freakin' amazingly." Stiles complimented. "You know, it's not like there's a Lycanthropy for Beginners class you can take."
"Yeah, not a class, but maybe a teacher." Scott hinted.
"Who, Derek?" Stiles smacks the back of Scott's head and Y/n promptly returned the gesture to Stiles. He looked at her in offense, rubbing the back of his head.
"Don't hit him. He has a point." She scolded.
"You forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?"
"Yeah, I know, but chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real." Scott said.
"How real?" Y/n asked.
"Like it actually happened." The boys open each door and Y/n trails behind Stiles as they walk out only to take a few steps and pause at the sight of a bloody and damaged school bus.
"I think it did." Scott looked at Stiles shocked.
"She's fine, Scott." Y/n assured as she and Stiles followed the now panicked boy.
"She's not answering my texts, Y/n." He fretted.
"It could just be a coincidence, all right?" Stiles tried to reassure.
"A seriously amazing coincidence. Just help me find her, okay?" Scott frantically looked front and back for any sign of Allison. "Do you see her?"
"No."
Y/n could hear his rapidly increasing heartbeat. "Scott, you need to calm down. Allison is just fine." Her words fell on deaf ears as he anxiously raked a hand through his hair and turned a corner. Y/n and Stiles fell back when he leaned against a locker. He gripped it as he breathed harshly before yelling out and punching the locker so hard the door dented and swung crookedly on one hinge. Stiles went to go to him but Y/n stopped him. "Just wait. I've got a good feeling."
"How can you have a good feeling about that?" He flailed an arm loosely in Scott's direction.
She turned to look at him. "Just trust me." He looked between her eyes, his own showing hesitation, before he nodded. They watched as Scott backed away from the locker and into the adjacent hall where he bumped right into Allison, accidentally making her drop her books. Allison smiled and said something they couldn't hear and Y/n could practically see the relief on Scott when he realized it was her. "See? I told you." Y/n smiled at Stiles in triumph and he just huffed a laugh at her. Everyone's attention was then drawn to the PA system as an announcement was made.
"Attention, students, this is your principal. I know you're all wondering about the incident that occurred last night to one of our buses. While the police work to determine what happened, classes will proceed as scheduled."
There's a collective groan from the students and Y/n chuckles at their reactions. "Come on, let's get to class." Y/n grabbed Stiles hand and led them down the hall.
In Chemistry, Mr. Harris writes on the chalkboard. Y/n sits in the farthest back corner away from the teacher due to the fact that she wasn't a big fan of him and sitting there, there was less chance of her being called, him being a douche, and her responding in kind resulting in detention. No matter how much she tried to hold her tongue something in her blood made her snark back at him.
"Maybe it was my blood on the door." Y/n's writing pauses as she hears Scott quietly talk to Stiles who was sitting right behind him.
"Could have been animal blood. You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something." Stiles speculated.
"And did what?"
"Ate it."
"Raw?"
"No, you stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven. I don't know, you're the one who can't remember anything."
"Mr. Stilinski, if that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while." Mr. Harris said snidely. Y/n had to clench her teeth and close her eyes at the ass of a teacher. "I think you and Mr. McCall would benefit from a little distance, yes?"
"No." Stiles denied but his mind was set. Mr. Harris gestured to different seats farther apart and the boys obliged.
"Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much." Stiles scoffs a laugh and settles in the empty space next to Y/n.
"You guys need to learn how to whisper better." Y/n actually whispered with a teasing smile. Stiles nudged her with a small smile and she quietly snickered until a gasp rang through the room.
"Hey, I think they found something." A girl jumped from her seat and everyone followed her to the window to see a group of EMT's wheeling an injured man on a gurney to an ambulance.
"That's not a rabbit." Scott pointed out. The man sat up and screamed, making everyone in the class jump back and scream. Scott backed up more than others in shock.
"Hey, this is good, right?" Y/n asked when she noticed Scott and followed him, Stiles coming a moment later.
"Yeah," Stiles agreed, "this is good. He got up, he's not dead. Dead guys can't do that."
"Guys..." Scott called. "I did that."
...
The trio grabs their lunch in the cafeteria and goes to an empty table. "But dreams aren't memories." Stiles said.
"Some people dream about their memories." Y/n pointed out.
"Then it wasn't a dream." Scott reasoned as they sat down. "Something happened last night. And I can't remember what."
"What makes you so sure that Derek even has all the answers?" Stiles asked.
"Because during the full moon he wasn't changed. Ask Y/n, she saw him." Stiles looked at the girl who shrugged and nodded. "He was in total control while I was running around in the middle of the night attacking some totally innocent guy."
"You don't know that." Y/n denied.
"I don't not know it. I can't go out with Allison. I have to cancel."
"No, you're not canceling, all right?"
"You can't just cancel your entire life." Stiles agreed. "We'll figure it out."
"Figure what out?" Lydia's voice appeared with her sitting her tray down next to Scott and across from Y/n.
Stiles practically choked on a laugh and Scott was caught off guard at the sudden appearance so Y/n rolled her eyes and spoke up. "Just homework." Y/n smiled at her friend.
"Yeah." Stiles agreed and then whispered to his friends. "Why is she sitting with us?" Scott gave him a look that said he didn't know while Danny sat next to Y/n, Allison sat next to Scott, and another boy and girl took the empty spots on either end of the table.
"Hey, Danny boy."
"Hi, Y/n." He smiled in greeting. While Y/n didn't get along with Jackson, his friend Danny wasn't so bad.
"Get up." Jackson ordered the boy sitting at the end next to Lydia and Danny.
"How come you never ask Danny to get up?" The boy complained.
"Because I don't stare at his girlfriend's coin slot." Danny sassed back. Jackson practically shoved the boy off the chair and sat down himself. Y/n grimaced at the new addition to the table. "So I hear they're saying it's some type of animal attack. Probably a cougar."
"I heard mountain lion." Jackson said.
"A cougar is a mountain lion." Lydia smartly corrected. Jackson gave her a weird look and she smoothly backpedaled into an unsure look. "Isn't it?" Y/n raised her brow at Lydia's act, shaking her head with a small huffed laugh.
"Who cares? The guy's probably some homeless tweaker who's gonna die anyway."
"Literally no one asked for your thoughts on that, Jack-ass." Y/n glared at Jackson who returned the gesture, but before he could retort Stiles piped up.
"Actually, I just found out who it is. Check it out." He held out his phone so everyone could see the news report being played.
"The Sheriff's department won't speculate on details of the incident but confirmed the victim, Garrison Meyers, did survive the attack. Meyers was taken to a local hospital where he remains in critical condition."
"I know this guy." Scott realized.
"You do?" Allison asked.
"Yeah, when I used to take the bus, back when I lived with my dad. He was the driver." Scott, Stiles and Y/n were slightly stunned by this revelation but it didn't really mean much to anyone else.
"Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please?" Lydia asked. "Like, oh, where are we going tomorrow night?" Allison looked at Lydia, chewing her food in a surprised manner. "You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?"
Scott looked at Allison and she swallowed. "Um, we were thinking of what we were gonna do."
"Well, I am not sitting at home again watching lacrosse videos, so if the four of us are hanging out, we are doing something fun. Y/n, are you coming?"
The h/c raised her brows at Lydia. "Uh, no, I'm not. There'll be enough estrogen with you, Allison, and Jackson there so I'm good." Lydia playfully glared at her while Jackson rolled his eyes.
"Hanging out?" Scott questioned and Allison looked like a fish out of water. "Like, the four of us?" Stiles put a hand over his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut to block out the horror going on. Scott looked at Allison again. "Do you wanna hang out, like us and them?"
"Yeah, I guess. Sounds fun." Y/n watched this exchange in utter amusement, sipping on her drink to hide her grin.
"You know what else sounds fun?" Jackson asked and picked up a fork. "Stabbing myself in the face with this fork." Stiles rolled his eyes as he drank some of his water.
"That does sound fun! Let me do the honors for you." Y/n brandished her own fork with a sickly sweet smile.
Lydia reached over and snatched both of their utensils. Then she gasped. "How 'bout bowling? You love to bowl." Lydia looked at Jackson. Stiles munched on a fry and desperately tried to signal to Scott with his eyes to get out of this situation.
"Yeah, with actual competition."
"How do you know we're not actual competition?" Allison challenged. "You can bowl, right?" She asked Scott.
"Sort of." He replied not-so convincingly.
"Is it sort of, or yes?" Jackson dogged down Scott.
"Yes." This time Scott sounded more sure. "In fact, I'm a great bowler."
"You're a terrible bowler." Y/n laughed as she and Stiles followed Scott through the halls.
"I know! I'm such an idiot."
"God, it was like watching a car wreck." Stiles observed. "I mean, first it turned into the whole group date thing. And then out of nowhere comes that phrase." Stiles gripped his head in remorse at the dreaded phrase.
"Hang out."
"You don't hang out with hot girls, okay? It's like death."
"You guys hang out with me. Am I not as pretty as Allison?"
"No." She raised a brow at Stiles like you really just, and he quickly backpedaled. "That- that's not what I mean. It's different with you."
"How?"
"It just is." She scoffed and rolled her eyes, picking up her pace because now she has to go to the Clinic with Scott today because Stiles kept her from it the other day.
Stiles turned back to Scott. "But once it's hanging out, you might as well be her gay best friend. You and Danny can start hanging out."
"How is this happening? I either killed a guy or I didn't."
"I don't think Danny likes me very much." The two boys now having very different conversations.
"I ask Allison on a date, and now we're hanging out."
"Am I not attractive to gay guys?"
"I make first line, and the Team Captain wants to destroy me, and now-" Scott looks at the time on his phone, "now I'm gonna be late for work." Scott caught up with Y/n as they left the school.
"Wait, Scott, you didn't- am I attractive to gay guy-" he tried yelling out but stopped himself, "you didn't answer my question." He muttered and walked the other way.
...
"Don't worry, Scott. It's just a couple minutes." Y/n assured as she and Scott dismounted their bikes outside the Animal Clinic. Scott rushed in while Y/n went at a normal pace.
"Sorry. Sorry." She heard Scott say once he got to the back room.
"You're all of two minutes late." Alan said.
"Told you." Y/n smiled once she also got into the back room.
"I just don't want you to think I'm slacking." Scott explained.
"Scott, I guarantee you, you're one of the least slacking kids in this town." Scott smiled.
"I hope I'm one of the others?" Y/n looked at Alan.
"Of course. When you actually make it in, that is." He joked.
"I said I was sorry for the other day! I can't help Stiles dragging me this way and that." Y/n helped move a box around and Scott smiled at the exchange, but it faded when he saw the Sheriff at the door. He became anxious until the door opened and he saw one of the K-9 police dogs with him. Y/n looked over at the noise and instantly went into doggy voice mode. "Hi there, buddy. Are you ready to get your stitches out? Huh?" She kneeled down to the German Shepherd and petted his fur. "Hiya, Sheriff." Her voice was normal when talking to the humans.
"Hi, Y/n. Hey there, Scott. You staying out of trouble?"
"Yeah." Scott said simply. Alan helped Y/n lift the dog onto the exam table. He whimpers as his bandaged front leg is moved but settles down onto the metal surface.
"Oh, you're such a trooper." Y/n cooed and stroked the dog's fur to calm him more.
"Hey, listen, while I'm here, you mind taking a look at those pictures I was telling you about? Sacramento still can't determine an animal." Noah handed an evidence envelope to Alan.
"I'm not exactly an expert." Alan pulled out the photos and looked at them. "This is the guy who was attacked in the bus?" Scott's head picked up at this and Y/n glanced at him.
"Yeah. And we found wolf hairs on Laura Hale's body."
"A wolf?" Scott asked. "I mean, I think I read somewhere that wolves haven't been in California for, like, 60 years."
"True enough, but wolves are highly migratory. They could have wandered in from another state driven by impulse or strong enough memory."
"Wolves have memories?"
"Long-term ones, yeah." Y/n informed.
"If associated with a primal drive." Alan added. "See this one here?" Alan showed a picture to Noah.
"Yeah."
"Those are claw marks. A wolf would have gone for the throat or the spinal cord with it's teeth." He curled his fingers in front of his neck for demonstration.
"So what do you think, it's a mountain lion?"
"I don't know. A wolf could chase down it's prey, hobbling it by tearing at the ankles. And then the throat."
...
In the evening it was only Y/n and Alan left in the Clinic. They had finished closing up and they now stood in the back room, Y/n had just told Alan about Scott's 'dream'. "And the weirdest part is I had a dream too. I can't remember what it was but I remember red eyes. And I think I heard howling, but I'm not sure."
"You think it was the Alpha that attacked that man?" Alan asked.
"Yes. Scott isn't like that, he wouldn't attack someone like that. But the Alpha... I feel like he definitely would. And the eyes... It's not a coincidence."
"He must have at least been there to have a dream or memory like that."
"He can't remember. If I wasn't hiding I could try and help him remember but..." Her brows furrow and she frowns.
"It's okay. You're not ready to share who you are and that's perfectly understandable considering your past."
Before she can respond she gets a message from Stiles saying that he was picking her up with Scott. "Looks like I'm going out." She sighs as she puts her phone away and gathers her things.
"I know you're capable, but just be careful, all right?"
She gave him a smile. "Always." She gives him a hug before they part ways, him going home and her waiting for Stiles. Once they arrive she hops in the back and they fill her in on where they're going. Derek had told Scott to go back to the bus and let his senses remember for him.
Stiles pulls up near the closed fence of the school. The three get out, Y/n leaning against the front of the Jeep while the boys walk off. "Hey, no, just me." Scott said to Stiles. "Someone needs to keep watch."
"Y/n's doing that."
"Stiles."
"How come I'm always the guy keeping watch?"
"Because there's only three of us and the more eyes watching out, the better."
"Okay, why's it starting to feel like you're Batman and I'm Robin? I don't want to be Robin all the time."
"Nobody's Batman and Robin any of the time."
"Not even some of the time?"
"Just stay here."
"Oh, my God!" Stiles groaned and trudged back to the Jeep. He gets into the driver's side and she gets back into the back.
"What's wrong, Stilinski? You don't like keeping an eye out with me?"
"No, I just don't want to be on the side lines." He pouted.
"You're not. This is just... This is something he needs to do alone. He needs to be absolutely focused on his senses so he can remember." They lapse into silence for a while, watching Scott's figure inside the bus as a light rain started. She glances over at Stiles after a minute and noticed he was still pouting. "Don't pout." She chucked him under the chin. "You're too cute to pout." She smiled and winked. His eyes slightly widened at her actions, and before he can even think of responding lights caught their attention, drawing their eyes away from each other and towards the bus. "Crap." She reached over and started honking to get Scott's attention.
Scott scrambled out of the bus and clambered on top of a red car, somersaulting over the fence. "Come on, come on." Stiles urged as Scott hurried into the Jeep.
"Go! Go! Go! Go!" He yelled and Stiles peeled away from the school.
"Did it work? Did you remember?" Stiles asked frantically.
"Yeah, I was there last night. And the blood- a lot of it was mine."
"So you did attack him?"
"No. I saw glowing eyes in the bus, but they weren't mine. It was Derek."
Y/n perked up at this. "What color were the eyes?"
"Why does that matter?"
"What about the driver?" Stiles cut in.
"I think I was actually trying to protect him."
"Why would Derek help you remember that he attacked the driver?" Y/n tried to reason.
Scott sighed. "That's what I don't get."
"It's got to be a pack thing." Stiles theorized.
"What do you mean?"
"Like an initiation. You do the kill together."
"Because ripping someone's throat out is a real bonding experience?"
"Could be, who knows? But the point is you didn't do it, which means you're not a killer!" Y/n gave him a smile.
"And it also means that-" Scott cut Stiles off.
"I can go out with Allison." Scott smiles with relief.
"I was gonna say it means you won't kill us." Stiles gestured to himself and Y/n.
"Oh, yeah. That too."
...
Y/n sits in the corner of her room, the corner she has dedicated purely to art. Not many people would guess but Y/n loves to paint. Granted she doesn't do it that often but when she does it's either because she had muse to or because she just needs to get her thoughts and feelings out and a great way to do that is through art. When she's in these moods it usually takes a lot to drag her away from her easel.
With everything going on lately she definitely needed a night to use her favorite outlet. She set up a large-ish canvas, about 18" by 26", on her easel and set her paints on a black card table, speckled with paint from previous works. She has a tall Mason jar filled with water and paper towels to dry and clean her brushes. She ties her hair up, rolls up her sleeves, turns up her music, and gets to work. She goes into a type of trance, the kind where you're so focused on what you're doing the outside world is faded and you don't even really notice what you're doing either. She lays a foundation of black, scarring the inky surface with angry reds and blazing oranges. She pours everything she's been feeling lately into this piece. Her frustrations, her fears, her worries, her nightmares. Everything.
She finally takes a break after a while when her phone starts to ring. She glanced at it and saw it was Lydia. She sighs and puts the brush into the cloudy water, turning down the music before answering. "Hey, Lydie."
"Hey, N/n."
"What's up?" She sat on her bed.
"Oh, nothing. I'm just with Allison getting ready to go out. Are you sure you don't want to come? It'll be fuuun." She added in a sing-song voice.
"I'm sure it will, but as much as I love being a pain in Jackson's ass, I don't really feel like being the fifth wheel tonight."
"Aw, boo." Y/n could practically see Lydia's playful pout now and smiled. "Alright, well if I can't convince you I'll let you go to do whatever weird things you like to do."
"Why, how gracious of you!"
Lydia sighed. "I know. You're so lucky to have me as a friend."
The two laughed. "I sure am. Bye, Lydia. Say hi to Allison for me."
"Will do. Toodles." Y/n laughed to herself again as she hung up with the red head. She set her phone aside and turned her music back up to finish her painting. It would be another few hours before she decided she was done. She put the brush in the jar and stepped back to really see what she had painted.
A black sky was dotted with glowing embers that rose from a raging fire that was taller than a man. A pile of wood was set ablaze and in the middle a woman was tied to a stake. Face tilted to the sky, hair flying upwards from the heat of the flames and slightly obscuring her features. Her eyes are specks of amethyst in the ruby inferno. Her flowing white dress is billowing and charred at the ends. Behind the fire, barely hidden by the flames, are a pair of red eyes, glinting sinisterly in the firelight. The edges of everything were a bit blurred, giving the whole picture a dreamy haze.
She jumped slightly when her phone went off, but this time it was a text from Stiles.
The bus driver succumbed to his injuries.
She frowned at the news and glanced back at the painting, the scarlet orbs holding an extra layer of blood in their depths.
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#taeswolfie#Just a Feeling#JaF#stiles stilinski#stiles stilinksi x reader#stiles stilinski x fem!reader#stiles stilinski x y/n#stiles stilinski x you#stiles stilinski fanfiction#stiles stilinski fanfic#fanfiction#fanfic#teen wolf#teen wolf fanfic#teen wolf fanfiction#x reader#x fem!reader#x female reader#x y/n#x female y/n#x you
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recs for a beginner in greek? my interest is spurred via ancient greek, but i'm sure there are tons of tv shows and films that i'm missing out on
Do you mean Greek course recs? Or media recs? Couldn't tell.
If this is about courses, right now Duolingo is the one I would recommend the most for beginning up to reaching a low intermediate level.
Tons would be... an overstatement haha I do have some good recs though. You can watch all content in ERTFLIX, the ott platform of the Greek state TV channels, which is entirely for free and available worldwide. The TV series I personally recommend there is Καρτ Ποστάλ (Card Postal), it is gorgeous, introspective, philosophical. Then there is another famous show there, Κάνε ότι κοιμάσαι (Pretend you are asleep), which is crime / mystery / thriller, but I haven't watched it. A lot of people also love Τα καλύτερα μας χρόνια (Our best years), which is a family / period show set in the 60s-70s. I haven't watched this one either. Another personal rec would be Αγάπη παράνομη (Unlawful love), which is based on an old novel, but it gets very dark in a realistic way, so that's something you should know. Other than that, ERTFLIX also has foreign content with Greek subtitles, with which you could practice. And it has great Greek documentaries.
You could watch Maestro in Blue on Netflix. Season 2 will be out this spring! Beautiful show, fantastic performances, great music.
There's also a man, George, who has been making English subtitles for various classic Greek series, comedies and dramas, including top tier Είσαι το ταίρι μου (You are my soulmate), a hugely clever and unusual rom-com, Στο παρά πέντε (In the nick of time), a crime and mystery comedy which is considered one of the two best Greek comedies ever and must have the thickest plot I have seen in a comedy (very popular show with the Greek tumblrs here) and OF COURSE ΤΟ ΝΗΣΙ ΑΚΑ THE ISLAND, a drama which is the best Greek series to date and for which I have entirely normal reactions. Here I link the post I had made about George's platform.
If you don't care to have subtitles at all you can find these shows and many others in DailyMotion and especially the website greek-movies.com. (this needs vpn, you know). This one has it all. Literally all, including the classics, classic Greek cinema of the 50s-60s-70s was by far the best era.
I am currently watching Η Μάγισσα (The Witch). There are some talks that it could go to some international streaming platform after it ends but you can watch it in the aforementioned website anyway without subtitles. I love this show, it's semi-daily, so this season will have 70 episodes, and obviously it comes with the limitations of daily shows, but as semi-daily shows go, it is bloody fantastic, I am obsessed right now.
YouTube also has a lot of old Greek series. The first thing you should do after starting any Modern Greek course is to start watching Κωνσταντίνου και Ελένης (Constantine and Helen's) on youtube, the best Greek comedy, or maybe the best comedy in the universe, with only slight exaggeration 😜😇 The aforementioned Είσαι το ταίρι μου, is also available on youtube with George's subtitles.
Some additional links of older posts to check:
10 best animated movies to watch in Greek (foreign ones with great Greek dubs)
My favourite Greek movies
Check my #greek tv series and #greek movies tags for more.
#greece#greek language#language learning#duolingo#greek tv series#greek tv shows#greek shows#greek movies#anon#ask
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Terraria has got to be the most funniest and chaotic game i have played (also spolier warning ig!!!), you start the game, make a character, create a world and then you're just plopped in there. No tutorial, nothing. You see some dude with brown (i think) hair and just press right-click, see a dialogue option labelled 'help' and think "oh! this gotta be how to go to the tutorial!" and NOPE! Think again fucker 'cause you better chop some wood and build a house because the night is dangerous (OoOoOoOh very spooky). So, you look up "Terraria Beginner Guide" (or something along the lines of that) and y'know you just get going, build houses, explore the underground, maybe built a hellevator, and you even built an arena (im so proud)! Then suddenly the text "You feel an evil Presence watching you" pops up and you know that you better get to your arena 'cause its very spooky big eyeball time (hooray).
So after you beat the very big Eye of Cthulu you get some loot, fast forward to The Wall of Flesh. This is it. The final challenge in Pre-Hardmode. The Gate to see if you have what it takes to go to Hardmode. And now, it begins. After you throw the doll of the person who pranked you out of a Tutorial into the lava below, you hear a roar, before a wall made out of flesh with two huge Eyeballs and a gaping wide Mouth comes at you. It was a great battle, with you seemingly being at equal with the giant fleshy wall. You threw everything you got at it: Bullets, Fire, Ice, even that Imp you found on the street. Ater a long Battle with many Hardships, you won. But only now....
The Fun really begins.
Oh, you thought that you could go out at night? Think again fucker, mf-ing Werewolves. You thought that Molten Armor/ Meteorite Armor was gonna protect you? Dont make me laugh. "Atleast I have my NPCs?" Wrong! You feel vibrations from deep below. Hardmode is the game's most challenging part imo, because not only is everything new, but also beefier, stronger, and more annoying to deal with. Oh, there's also a new Biome where, you guessed it! Everything kills you! It isnt as bad if you're more experienced and prepared alot of stuff, but unfortunately, most newer Players dont do that, and I've even seen some leave permanently because dying constantly wasnt fun anymore. But we dont quit, do we? No. Because our Mamas didnt raise us to be quitters! Uhh motivational quote, yadda yadda yadda etc. So. you actually persist, get better gear, and even kill a mechanical boss! So you get better weapons and gear, kill another Mechanical Boss and the last one is now dead. So you get clorophyte (No i will not look up how it's spelt and i really couldnt care less), get better-er gear and fight Plantera. This pink plant bitch is probably one of the best bosses in the game, and i am sad that it has some of the worst loot in the game imo. anyways, you unlock the temple, kill golem (Man Re-logic really need to buff this dude) get better-er-er gear and fight the lunatic cultist. Kill him, get the only drop (Man Re-logic really need to buff this dude's loot) and fight the celestial pillars. cool, you can now make weapons from SpAaAaAaaAAaace. Each of which correspond to a class (Solar=Melee, Vortex=Ranged,Nebula=Mage,Stardust=Summoner). but suddenly, the screen gets darker and more wonky, the music is gone and then,
The Moon Lord has Awoken!
Out of bloody nowhere, the final boss is here. The Final Challenge. The Wall between you and the End. After having improved so much and died so much, like, WOW those are alot of deaths, you are at the final blockade. And after a battle you will remember forever, you come out on top, victorious. You are at the top of the 2d Mountain. You have beaten everything. You have beaten
Terraria.
#holy fucking shit#this took so long#its like 4am#i dont even know if there was a tutorial or not#terraria#oh thank god it's over#just wait till you find out about calamity
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Idk how to use Tumblr
Hi, I go by Lucky and I love g/t and vore, so be warned. I'm an artist and a (beginner/new) writer. This is my first time using Tumblr- Idk how to use it properly so come along on my journey of using Tumblr/hj
I'll post my g/t story Fangs and Fur here, it's yet to be finished but I'm getting there! Hehsjjs It's a bit more for mature audiences, mainly cause it will be a bit more 'brutal' with a lot less fluff. I try to give a warning If something is a bit too bloody or so.
Every damn time I try to write fluff I just end up making it depressive lmao (I need help).
I'm autistic so I'm sorry if I ever come.off as rudem I usually use tone tags to make sure people understand me properly, without assuming I'm trying to be disrespectful towards them. If I'm asking a question, I'm genuinely asking, unless I add a tone tag such as /j, /sar, /nsrs
Sorry for the long ass introduction.
-Lucky
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Soo one day im thinking about writing a book (not really a serious idea, but i’d really enjoy it !) and since i particularly enjoyed your way of writing ABM, i wanted to ask for advice… also i dont have a litterature degree (yet..?idk if i’ll get one), so the advice im asking for is very much beginner level
Also the book i’d like to write is sort of utopian/futuristic, but also entails graphic descriptions of a painful past…like i have a whole lore in my head and i have 0 idea how to turn that into a book..
Hello! I'm happy you like how ABM is written! I'm not sure how old you are (and I do think age is relevant to the advice I can give here), so I'm going to hopefully assume you're 18-19.
First, you don't need a literature, english, or creative writing degree to write. They're only really helpful if you want a career in academia, teaching, or you're planning to get an MFA, which I don't recommend unless you want to write literary books. Don't get an MFA if you want to write genre books — fantasy, sci-fi, romance, etc.. This said, I do highly recommend taking a writing class or two and working really hard in them, as opposed to taking a whole bunch. Take criticism and edit, not to make all the critiquers happy but to understand how your work comes off to people.
For general practice in plotting, by the way, I really recommend reading short stories and writing your own. Read books and watch movies and try to understand how narrative beats happen, how tension rises.
For me, when I have a lot of lore and ideas in my head, I try to put that all aside to decide on the protagonist and then summarize the plot into a single pitch sentence. For ex., my story Midnight Invitation is about a young man in early 1900s Mexico who works in a hacienda, struggling to love his father who works there with him, and is putting up with the landowner's sickly son, who is fixated on him sexually, and it's about colonialism, and de-indigenizing; BUT, I've summarized that to just "the son of a gardener visits the son of a landowner."
Another example: Game of Thrones / ASOIAF is an insanely complicated series, but it's central idea is "bloody political power struggle in a fantasy world."
I don't remember who taught me to do this, but this is both good for explaining your story to people and understanding the purpose of your story. You should give your story a purpose beyond "fun to imagine," not because that gives it more "value" or anything, but because it'll guide you in plotting and theme-ing.
You probably want to dump all your ideas/lore in a doc and take from them while you outline a story based off your central pitch/idea. There's some stuff you won't be able to include in the end, but it's okay. Outline and learn consistency. Set word count goals for the week goals and try to meet them. Write until the end. A finished, terrible draft is better than a perfect draft that you will never finish.
Before anything, be patient with yourself and learn to love the process of writing itself, instead of loving your idea of the finished product. This is good for both your book and your mental health. trust me.
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Here to state my public support of you since I was asked about it and followed by someone involved (promptly blocked)
Let it be known I don’t fuck with sneaky shit- my liking of bimbofication does not make me anti feminist or automatically against you like a not so subtle anon of mine assumes. Adults have different opinions, we get on with it and don’t bloody attack one another.
You have done nothing but be kind to me and other content creators. When my account was brand new you took the time to answer a DM of mine even though you didn’t have to on top of your busy schedule. I’ve never seen anyone else show love and support like you have toward writers, beginner or not, in this community.
My love and support always, Ange ❤️
I will always have time for you, Jay 💕 Thank you for being so lovely. I appreciate that you are comfortable on calling me out on my bullshit when you need to, and that we can still be friends even when our views don’t align.
You’re an absolute G, and I love you! I will be back on Sunday with a fic update, and to pester all my favourite writers into sharing their fic links with me so, so I can catch up.
In the meantime, here’s this!
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hey Peach, certified book rec list enabler friend here, can you give us a list of those classic lit recs? 👀
HEY MIA
so i know you asked specifically for classic lit for beginners and i think that is a fantastic idea for a book rec list but im going to give some disclaimers
DISCLAIMERS:
these are simply classic lit books that i like
classic lit books that i like tend to be easier reads FOR ME, not necessarily for other people
my personal definition of "classic lit" is incredibly loose
under the cut is each book with an elaboration on what it's about/what to look out for/my thoughts on it which got a little long, so here's a snapshot of each of the books i included on this list:
Much Ado About Nothing (Shakespeare)
Lady Audley's Secret (Braddon)
Brave New World (Huxley)
Peter Pan (Barrie)
Frankenstein (Shelley)
Dracula (Stoker)
Olive (Craik)
Herland (Gilman)
At Night All Blood is Black (Diop)
Fun Home (Bechdel)
so anyway here are my recs in no particular order
Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare
by far my favorite shakespeare play - it's truly funny and emotional when it needs to be, and snappy and bickeringly in love benedick and beatrice really steal the show here. reading it is fun, but since it's a play i'll say my favorite adaptation is the stage production with david tennant and catherine tate as benedick and beatrice. there's also a web series adaptation on youtube that is absolutely phenomenal
2. Lady Audley's Secret by Mary Elizabeth Bradden
by far my favorite book that i've ever had to read for a class !! this is a mystery novel from the mid-1800s, and it's GRIPPING. it follows a distinctly queer-coded lawyer whose best friend goes missing around the time that he meets the lawyer's new hot young step-aunt. i actually posted an alternate ending on ao3 a while ago (it was my final assignment for the class) (i got a good grade). the language in this book is relatively easy to follow, and there's a lot of interesting stuff happening with gender/women/sexuality in there. i cannot recommend this book enough
3. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
a fun dystopia from the 1920s! i think if you wanted to get English Major about it, this is a great companion read for 1984 because of how both of these books are dystopias that revolve around what freedom of speech/thought might mean, but they address that idea in complete opposite ways- compelling! while 1984 is all about repression through submission, brave new world is about repression through overt sexuality and substance abuse. i think 1984 is good, but brave new world is a better read; it's emotionally investing and impactful with the words it chooses to use. there's some race/gender/sexuality tension in there that i think is really interesting. reading it in high school changed my life a bit i think.
4. Peter Pan by James Barrie
i think we're all pretty familiar with the story of peter pan, but reading the original text is just a whole other beast. it's a short read, so it can be pretty casual to just pick up. it's a profoundly weird story and i think more people should know about that. a lot of race/gender/age stuff going on there
5. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
a given. a bit of a slower read at points, but i've always thoroughly enjoyed reading frankenstein. key things that i like: the russian doll format, how stupid victor frankenstein is, henry<3, the creature<3
6. Dracula by Bram Stoker
also a given. all the tumblrinas should know about this one. key things that i like: the polyamory vibes, quincey morris<3, jonathan harker<3, mina<3. also how bloody and graphic it is<3
7. Olive by Dinah Mulock Craik
this is a relatively little-known marriage plot novel from the later end of the 1800s and i gotta say. i was Into It the whole time. of course there's some weird stuff in there, but overall this is a book about a girl with a physical disability that gets to be in love and be loved with a happy ending (!!). that kind of thing was nearly unheard of back then, and so even though the language/treatment of all characters isn't perfect, it's really genuine in what it wants to say (which is that people with disabilities deserve love and happy endings). it's a pretty religiously dogmatic text, so be aware of that. the copy of olive that i have came with craik's short story The Half-Caste which is ! well it's a short read and it's a weird one!
8. Herland by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
an early 1900s utopian novel! this one is particularly interesting because there's three (or four, can't remember) male main characters who end up stumbling upon a secret society comprised of only women that is essentially a utopia. how each man reacts to seeing women control, live, and thrive in their own society is really pointed. obviously a lot of gender/sexuality stuff happening in there. my only disclaimer for this one is that sometimes utopian novels can become a bit stagnant, but this one manages to avoid that for the most part because of the conflict the male characters bring in
9. At Night All Blood is Black by David Diop
this is a book that was published in 2018 but i actually didn't know that until i looked it up just now! what! it concerns a sengalese man named alfa who ends up fighting for the french during world war I. after the tragic death of his best friend, alfa begins a descent into madness due to his guilt and his rage. this is a short novel, but it's unbelievably heavy. there's a lot of graphic violence and hard emotions, but it's written so well. it also provides a picture of world war I from the perspective of the african men who were forced into the trenches that isn't normally depicted. it's truly thought-provoking and beautifully written.
10. Fun Home by Alison Bechdel
yes, bechdel as in the bechdel test. fun home is bechdel's graphic novel memoir that was published in the early 2000s, and it details her youth in rural pennsylvania as well as her complicated relationship with her father as she navigated her sexuality as a butch lesbian. it is astoundingly poignant, and the format as a graphic novel means it's a welcoming, quick read (although when i read it i really did dwell on the amazing art panels, and it did make me sit and pause for a while because of how insanely good it is). this is a great snapshot of a particular kind of queer life in the 1960s-70s, and how bechdel depicts her father and her relationship with him is particularly compelling. be aware of themes of sexuality (of course), but also themes of abuse and pedophilia. everything is depicted with care in my opinion, but this one can also get a bit heavy.
and that's it! ive read a decent amount of classic lit, but these are the ones that i enjoyed the most/would be the most welcoming to people who don't normally pick up books like this.
happy reading!!<3
#ask#book rec list#miabrown007#book rec#classic lit#as you can see i am partial to the victorian/modern eras of literature. that is both by circumstance and by choice#i think modern lit is generally easier to digest and i think the problems back then really mirror problems now WHICH is really cool.#however i ended up following a professor through a lot of the classes she taught and she basically forced me to like victorian lit because#she's so cool so now im a victorian lit girlie i suppose. my professor's slogan is 'we still are the victorians' which honestly?#can't help but agree with sometimes. there's some weird shit happening in victorian novels and i for one love to see it#some honorable mentions: the importance of being earnest (wilde) the comet (dubois) (that one's a short story) angels in america (kushner)#wide sargasso sea (rhys) and city of god (cuadros)#why are these honorable mentions and not on the list? great question!#it's because i already typed everything out and now im remembering others that i really like#if you want elaboration well. you can always ask :)
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Best Rikuo x Tsurara Moments
Part 3
Battle of Tsuchigumo
Man oh man, this battle was so intense. It absolutely blows me away how insane both Tsurara and Rikuo got when they saw how injured the other was.
The way Tsurara's body just flies and lands on Rikuo here had my heart in clutches. And Tsurara, although beaten and bloodied, still faced her young master with such a happy smile.
But Rikuo "enraged" here just makes me shiver. The calligraphy art style of the mangaka here just made the scene so much more intense. You could feel the rage pouring off the page.
It reminds me of the battle on Gyuki mountain where Rikuo first protected Tsurara. It makes me really happy that most of the turning point for Rikuo, where he finds the most strengths, have to do with protecting Tsurara. Really superb battle. This one is probably hands down my favorite.
Battle Aftermath
I just love how Rikyo has Tsurara's head cradled here. And you can see him gently holding her hand. So sweet.
The trope of the captured damsel in distress still hits hard for me, ngl. I like how even Tsuchigumo knew that taking Tsurara would hurt and motivate Rikuo most. You know it's good when even the villain ships them hahahaha.
Tsuchigumo Rematch
Rikuo just looked so handsome here. Had to add it in xD
The whole beginner where Tsurara wakes up to find out she's being taken captive just had me in its clutches. It was just so heartwarming that she kept thinking about how if he was still alive, she could still protect him. She is just wholeheartedly one of the most loyal and best bodyguard I've ever seen TT_TT
It got a little dark since she was wholeheartedly going to sacrifice herself if it meant that Rikuo would be safe. But it just makes me admire her all the more. That determined look she has as she looks at her ice naginata is just so haunting.
But Rikuo comes to save the ice princess! I think Rikuo knew that Yuki Onna was close to sacrificing herself, which is why he appears protectively behind her like a guardian angel. I just love this scene so much! The absolute devotion to one another is unrivaled.
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Hi there! Sorry this is random, but I’ve really been looking to find an answer to my question regarding figure skating. I look online and there’s nothing I can find, so it’s just all over the place lol. But I see that you have an interest in skating, so I find it awesome!
As a fellow fanfic writer, I came to ask if a figure skater could also be a coach, at the same time?
Hi and thanks for the ask!
I must preface this by saying that I've been a figure skating fan for only about two years, so I haven't dived overly deeply into the aspects of the sport that go beyond rules, technique, and competitions, but as I'm writing about a skater-coach/skater relationships and know some things from skaters I follow on social media, I have some thoughts on your question.
For all I know, it's possible for a skater to coach another skater or even several skaters (any other skating fans reading this: please correct me if I'm wrong!). I've heard of older skaters coaching younger skaters, such as some skaters choreographing for other skaters. Many skaters study, go to school, or have a job in addition to their training--in this sense, coaching could be treated like a job. Sharing one's knowledge is also beneficial to one's own understanding of the sport. I know that at Champéry, the two senior skaters Koshiro Shimada and Deniss Vasiļjevs have taught younger skaters (I don't remember whether it was novices or bloody beginners), and I bet they aren't the only experienced skaters transferring knowledge to rink mates or less experienced skaters. It's a great way to get a taste for coaching.
Here are some things which imho are worth considering for your character design in advance:
Training locations
Unless your characters aren't already rink mates, it might make sense to have them practice at the same rink. Travelling is expensive and time-consuming and might include adjusting to the new time zone depending on where your characters are based. They already travel to competitions and so it makes sense for them to minimise travel times if that's compatible with their lives. Some irl skaters train not at the rink where their coach teaches and so they meet up only occasionally for a few weeks each season, but as your characters would both compete, they might not want to lose practice time to travelling. Plus, if both practise at the same rink, that would make it more convenient to supervise the other skater. As your coach would still be quite inexperienced in coaching, they will need the extra time with their student. Of course, this depends on what kind of story you have in mind and if you want to make different training locations a source of conflict.
Age/experience
That's my personal opinion, but I think that the skater who wants to coach another skater should be a senior skater due to their greater maturity and experience. There's nothing wrong with a junior skater teaching tricks to another junior skater or a novice skater, but in this case, the your character's coach would likely dissuade them from starting a coaching career that early in their life due to a lack of experience.
Coach and/or choreographer?
Some coaches also choreograph for other skates while others don't. (Some skaters lean more towards creating programmes than coaching and so become a choreographer after their competitive career, or even while they're still competing, e.g. Jason Brown). Usually, they have already some experience in choreographing programmes for themselves and are highly creative and have an excellent sense for music and interpretation.
Rivalry issues?
I've seen people voicing concern about a skater coaching another skater if they compete in the same category (e.g. men's singles or women's singles). To me, this implies that these skaters already regard each other as rivals, in which case they wouldn't start a coach/student relationship in the first place. Plus, figure skating is an artistic sport, which may skaters practise to express themselves on the ice and push themselves to see how far then can go--a skater's focus is usually on themselves. Apart from the famous rivalries of Harding and Kerrigan or Plushenko and Yagudin, I haven't heard a lot about skaters developing unhealthy attitudes against their co-competitors (which doesn't mean they don't exist, but imho such attitudes contradict the artistic aspects for the sport and a good coach would help a skater to re-direct their mind to healthier attitudes). Many irl skaters are friendly with each other and from what I know from interviews, each other at best, they maintain a friendly rivalry to push each other. So, coming back to your characters, rivalry could only be an issue if both of your skaters compete in the same category and on the same level (e.g. both are senior women/men who compete in the top 10)
Ideally, a coach who still competes should be mature enough to not only share their knowledge but to not let feelings of rivalry influence their coaching. If you want to turn this into a conflict in your story that arises once your characters start working together (which could be the start of an interesting character arc and exploration of this character and their relationship with the character(s) they want to coach), then it would make sense to have other characters, who know this one character closely, voice their concern about their plan to become a coach in the first place. Ideally, this character's own coach knows them well enough to voice their opinion.
I hope this was helpful. Please let me know if you have any further questions!
In addition to this, you could research former competitive skaters who became coaches not long after they retired from competition, like Stéphane Lambiel or Jorik Hendrickx. Sometimes, they talk about this in interviews and I know that people doubted Lambiel's aptitude due to his young age.
I've tagged this post as "figure skating" to give other skating fans the chance to add to this discussion.
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