#greek tragedy ;; drabble

[eliaskew]

A conversation shortly before death:

Patroclus, my friend, are you ready to march?

I don the armour of Achilles and yet you would address me as Patroclus?

Perhaps King Meneleaus and his ilk are easily fooled, but Achilles and yourself are not so much twinlike in your mannerisms as you are in your affections.

A true enough statement. I had hoped to go about this unchallenged.

And unchallenged you shall remain.

Even though I am not the prophesied warrior?

You are a worthy warrior unto yourself, Patroclus, I fear you may have forgotten your own merits under the weight of Achilles' shadow.

I do not protest to my place by his side.

I would not expect you to. Though you are but children your love is one I have not seen since my own union with Penelope.

We are but children and yet we fight in a war for another man's unhappy bride.

It is an unfortunate fate-

One you yourself helped bring about. Do not wash your hands of this Odysseus. Should Achilles or I fall in this aimless slaughter our blood shall stain your skin as bright as any Trojans who bear the final blow.

I will make peace with my role.

That will not spare you Achilles' wrath.

You do not expect to survive this.

I do not.

And yet you fight in his place.

I love him.

You love him enough to die over a petty quarrel?

These men you would have us follow have done Achilles an injustice. They claim his victories for their own, they do not show him respect nor dignity when it is by his sword alone we have kept ourselves afloat. Even now they ridicule him for not partaking in a battle that should have never been ours to fight. Perhaps the bloodshed has blinded you, Odysseus but these men, these Kings act more like pigs than men of honour. He is a hero, a warrior whom the poets will speak of long after our bones have turned to dust.

We are all heroes here.

Men who rely on children to win wars are no heroes.

It is as the fates intended, Patroclus.

The fates are cruel. They care not for mortal pleasures, for mortal lives nor mortal love. When the time comes that the fates decide you would be the next Hero all the smarts of Greece will do naught to save you.

Is that a threat, Patroclus?

It is a lived experience. One you would do well to heed.

I-

I am young, Odysseus. Yet, I am wise beyond my years and I am tired. My love for Achilles, my very devotion to him, in body and spirit and soul fuels me onwards. If I must give my life to spare him more hurt then so be it. That is the burden of love.

I do not wish to see you die for love Patroclus.

When my blood spills out across these unforgiving sands, do not weep for me. Weep for Achilles. For the love he has lost under your sage guidance. For the man he could have become with myself by his side.

I shall.

Then I suppose we must march onwards, old friend.

Patroclus?

Yes, Odysseus?

I won't let your love be forgotten.

[futureplayboibunnie]

lil Mafia Boss! Miguel O’Hara x fem! reader drabble

Warnings: NSFW, depics of violence, blood, some steamy stuff but not too much, sooo much dirtytalk.

You were many things. But you weren't naive.

That wouldn't be an issue if Miguel couldn't talk his way out of hell and right into those pearly gates. His manipulation and sweet talking were just another thing that made you hate him and attracted to him amongst many other things

He was an asshole. He was a powerful Mob Boss. He was your husband and your arch-nemesis. You both loved playing these little games that would send the other down a spiral of paranoia and obsession- it lit a fire under both of your asses. It made you meaner, sharper, stronger

Miguel told his men to take shots at you, haphazardly, making sure they all missed for the sole purpose of scaring you to make you behave and see how valuable his protection was . You weren’t scared, you were pissed and filled with rage. You blew up one of his lackey’s cars, he watched it burn in front of him, if he had gotten into the wrong black beauty of a Lamborghini, he’d be a pile of ashes.

You both poked and prodded, messed and obsessed with every step you made. It was like a Greek tragedy. You outsmarted him some days. He outsmarted you some days.

But after all of it, you were still married, still husband and wife. When he fell for you, he fell hard. You were the daughter of of one of the most renowned gangster in the country, Miguel had to pay his dues to earn his respect- and in the end it payed off. Your father blessed your marriage and that night was a dream above all dreams. The honeymoon was beautiful too, every night was filled with passionate and messy sex and every day he spent with you he fell more and more in love.

But Lord did you test his patience, it was something that you were born to do. He was angry and channelled his rage through many illegal mediums.

Yet you always let him back in.

-

You’ve been doing what you’ve been doing for the past few weeks.

Waiting up for Miguel.

Waiting for him to come home.

He said he had something to take care of and hasn’t shown his face since. And here you were, waiting for him like a Park Avenue trophy wife. Your wine was making you more anxious than tipsy as you glared at the clock, the fireplace in front of you not warming your body from this strange fear of a man you hate and love. It was nearing 1am.

Then you heard it, the door opening and closing and the rustling of expensive shoes hitting the marble of the foyer, then a jarring clank of keys hitting the holder.

Your breath got lost in your throat, eyes widening when you saw Miguel’s figure. His white shirt was bloodied and his fists were bruised and raw. It’s not his blood, but he did have a cut on his eyebrow. You scoffed as you stood up from your seat.

But that didn’t stop you from both charging at each other, wanting to see each other up close.

“I hate you.” You said with a scowl but what was it all for when you both embraced each other seconds after.

“I believe you.” He said coldly but he knew you meant it. Your head rested on his shoulder and he could smell the shampoo you used earlier tonight. A sweet orchard, green apple. Yet your sweet scent didn’t transfer to yout personality. You didn’t like to sit still and play house.

You were an antagonizing bitch.

He was a heartless bastard.

Yet here you were.

Hating each other, yet seeking each other’s company.

“I hate you.” You repeated much firmly this time and Miguel gripped onto your cheeks and pulled your face up so he could glare at you.

“I said I believe you…I haven’t believed anyone in a long time.” He muttered, but his tone was harsh. Unamused eyes searched yours for an answer but instead he found contempt and sadness.

“You left for weeks….I hated you every second of it.” You spat out but your words couldn’t be brutal when you were this sad.

Miguel’s grip on your face softened, the pads of his fingertips tracing on the outline of your chin. “Now that I’m back…do you still hate me?” He was asking with genuine concern for some reason.

“Yes.” You whispered but your legs started to tremble as the word rolled off of your tongue. Miguel frowned indignantly and huffed out, taking his turn to pivot the conversation to him just ordering you around again.

“I don’t want you leaving the penthouse. I don’t want you outside while I deal with these bastards-“

Your choked breath cut him off. “Is that all you’re thinking about right now? I can’t fucking believe you.” You scoffed, his gall was truly outstanding, of course he had to do this right now. You weren’t purposefully trying to fan the flames to Miguel’s anger but he wanted to treat it like you were, he was already annoyed for ruining one of his best shirts with the blood of subspecies and now he has to deal with you bitching and moaning…and not in the way he liked. “You know what Miguel-“ He directly stopped your words by gripping onto your waist and neck and sitting you on the dining table. You struggled against his hold but it all proved to be fruitless.

“You’re gawking at me like an idiot right now.” You insulted but he was way too far gone now, the crimson of his eyes migrated to a deep ring of burgundy- he was already pissed and you just had to play with him the wrong way.

“You’re beautiful that’s why.” He said endearingly, like he was cooing at you but his serious expression really contrasted that.

“You’re flattering me because you wanna fuck?”

“You asked me if you staying here is all I’m thinking about right now and in fact, it’s not.” Miguel placed a palm on your chest and pushed you flat onto the table, hard. Your eyes were half lidded weapons, scrutinising his every move- and dare he think, he loves it, because he always proves you wrong.

You were his wife, his bitch, his cumdump. You both may hate each other but you always needed each other in this way.

No one else could make you cum otherwise, no one else memorised your body like he did. How couldn’t he? He loved you…once.

You like to think these outbursts are impactful and grand displays of independence but no, you’re Miguel’s lover and you’re gonna act like it.

Hmm. You always looked so pretty in this silk robe, but the fact that your nipples were peaking already under the thin fabric told him all he needed to know.

“I was thinking of you today when I was killing my competition’s men, while I got blood on my hands.” Miguel’s calloused palms splayed onto your smooth legs, feeling up and down teasingly, riding up your robe. You arched against the table already.

Shit, you didn’t mean to.

“The others said that my mind was wandering. I could see their mouths open and close but I couldn’t hear a single word come out..” He said huskily, you gasped when he ripped open your robe, revealing your naked and beautiful figure under him. The only thing that could ever get him off. He dipped his head between your legs to were your thin barely there panties were, he ran his nose over the fabric and inhaled softly. “I could smell you.”

You blinked up at him in confusion, you didn’t know what to feel. You were mad but so aroused…and in the weeks he’s been gone you hadn’t been able to pleasure yourself at all. He looked vicious and mean, your husband was ruthless and sometimes….sometimes it was so fucking arousing, you couldn’t help but squirm and struggle underneath him.

“You wanna know what I did? You wanna know who the man you married is really like when he’s not at home?” His head raised up to your ear to mumble hotly, you jolted and struggled when his hand suddenly went to your already sticky folds.

You weren’t sure if you even had a choice, so you stayed silent, your expression akin to that of vacant displeasure….but oh, were you lying. Your face was about to break.

“I shot them in the kneecaps and beat them until they were barely breathing, but would you believe the way they died was by suffocation?” He chuckled lowly, his fingers teasing your already sloppy entrance.

“F-fuck…are you talking about?” You tried to fight back the moans collecting in the back of your throat but you couldn’t help it.

“They drowned in a puddle of their own blood and I put them there.” Miguel rasped firmly in your ear, his tone and body language becoming very intimidating and…scary. “The bastard’s blood got on my fucking shoes.”

Your husband only wanted to protect what was his. His fingers plunged inside of you, feeling up and down, circling around. You whined out.

“One of them I knew, he went to my fucking highschool hermosa. I called him my friend. But the worst thing occured to me, I imagined him on top of you, my wife, the woman that loathes me so. I saw him tasting you in my head and that’s what made me kill him. You. Just because you sit up here in this untouchable palace doesn’t mesn you’re any cleaner than I am. You’re just as depraved as I am.”

His eyes were beating with a scorching red, his lips were curled into a visicious snarl and at this moment, you knew he was right and that made you want him that much more.

You were his lover.

He wanted you to act like it.

Even if that meant being exactly like he was.

Heartless.

-

(I deleted my other mafia Miguel fic because I wasn’t sure if i was gonna make it a bigger fic or not and I felt like if i kept it up it would’ve been confusing or something? I’m playing on the same ideas in this fic dw)

[officialdaydreamer00]

✦ If I may ask, is it wrong for a mortal to wish for a god? May my hopes and dreams to embrace Idia be brought to fruition? Or will they just be scattered like stars in the sky..?

I apologize for two Idia asks already, sadly he is on of my favorites ✧

"... Child of mortals, one truth you must understand

To love a god, a great risk you put in your hands

Tragedies shall ensue, for the ichor you lack

For love should a god falls, there is no turning back."

pairing: idia shroud x reader

content: short drabble, hurt/probably no comfort, character death, ichor's effect on humans is probably inaccurately described (on purpose btw), idia has yet to meet his persephone here, angst :) , greek mythology

the oracle speaks — this hurts my soul to write (not really but still)

The Fates cannot save you now. I am sorry, my child.

— you couldn't breathe.

each inhale was a wave of pain you had to endure. your lungs felt like they were burning, it made everything physically hurt to just breathe.

tears poured out from your dulling eyes like rivers, its coolness was like a salve to your burning skin. but it wasn't enough.

what had you done to deserve a fate like this?

"no... no, nonononononono—" you heard a familiar voice muttered, then a pair of arms wrapped around your sore body, cradling you in his hold. "this- this wasn't supposed to happen—"

his cool hand cupped your cheek, sending yet another painful throb to your brain. it took you everything to even open your eyes, bloody lips stretched into a pained smile as you saw his distinctive glowing blue hair. wisps of blue fire caressed your skin, light like feathers.

"i'm sorry, my king." your throat felt dry, the beautiful voice he adored hearing was now reduced to mere rasps. oh, how it felt like godly stabs to his immortal heart, seeing you in such a state.

his mind briefly wandered to just a moment before, when the ichor he spilt had made its way onto your delicate mortal skin. thus, putting you on the line to the underworld for eternity to come. you would be with him, still, it was just not the same.

tears pooled the corner of his eyes, he wondered if this was his fault, or it was a cruel destiny the fates had set for him. his cold lips pressed a kiss on your burning forehead, a grim reminder of your horrible demise.

"you deserve to reach elysium. i will make sure of it." he murmured, holding back his tears as he witnessed the fates snip your cord, ending your suffering at last.

his quiet voice, laced thick with sorrow was the last thing you heard, before you fell into a slumber, never to wake up again.

"I am so sorry, my love."

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[legendary-guest]

what r ur favorite drakgo fics?

A very good question! I have a lot of favourites! List with blurbs and commentary incoming, giant. Reviewed Mad Angry, Mad Crazy by bcbdrums Hell hath no fury like a mad scientist scorned! Borderline psychological thriller, equal parts character deconstruction and tragedy, a twisted telling of the aftermath of So the Drama and Mad Dogs and Aliens. Love having your brain scrambled, heart torn apart? This one's for you! I've reviewed this one in particular for anyone who may feel lost when following the story; also, because I adore it.

Mint by OhBoyOhBoy A moment of deep sentiment and romance amongst chaos and debris. Tension is built upon excellently, the sweetness is the peak and the end, a (literal) gasp. This author has great work, but this is my absolute favourite. Contains my favourite Shego name ever.

Drakgo Drabbles by gofordrakgo Some of the best drabble work I have ever seen. No word is wasted. Moments in time, bits of unique characterisation, huge events condensed into 100 words; a wide variety of topics and themes. You will find something you love here, don't let the word count put you off. Less is more, and how! I recommend revisiting a piece that catches your interest to appreciate it better, don't fly through. Dwelling by gofordrakgo A unique origin story for our favourite villains, where a young Shego, Shea (my second favourite Shego name), worms her way into dorky Drew Lipsky's derelict apartment and the domino effect that comes of it. Reverse-engineered Drakgo; unrefined, naive, and...innocent? Lots of sweetness and humour with an underlying, creeping darkness. Developing story, I recommend sticking around - I know I am! and now i'm covered in you by soulffles (NSFW 18+) A fantastic post-Graduation get-together fic with wonderful prose. Deeply romantic, intimate and funny! The internal monologues for this piece are spot on, the way the author weaves in humour amongst these vulnerable moments and thoughts just endears me to Drakken and Shego's plight of...realising that they love each other. A Precise Hand by eclipsing-dreams Fantastic subject of hands being the focus, revolving around all the wonderful things they can do (and can elicit!). Two chapters, one for each of them. Excellently constructed, fantastic characterisation, and just a touch (har har) naughty. A slightly unique edge of characterisation is given to Shego's part that I find intriguing. Happy, sweet ending; you aren't left hanging! Highly recommend the author's other pieces, this is simply my favourite. Here by gofordrakgo Drakken and Shego show-up for each other when they need someone most. The Shego section in this story is my favourite; the best depiction of, to avoid spoilers, a 'vulnerable' Shego I have ever seen. This convinced me, this was her. Dr. D showing up for her in that part, my goodness. I love it. The wounded pride, the shame, the quashing of feeling she presents is just great. Fantastic balance. So lovely. Happy ending. Friends by gofordrakgo Shego realises she may not have been the greatest friend to Drakken, and questions the nature of their relationship post-Graduation in her emotional exhaustion. Fantastic character breakdown, very tightly written. If you love slow-on-the-uptake Drakgo, an emotionally exhausted Shego who suddenly lets her thoughts (and feelings) run wild and awkward domesticity, I recommend. Forfeit by bcbdrums The only winning move is not to play! Somewhat non-linear story-telling, smashing together the bits of Dr. Drakken's shattered life post-Graduation, and post-Shego. O, we love a good Greek tragedy! Parting is such sweet sorrow. Jealous by TheyCanHaveTheSex (NSFW 18+) How can I say no to angry, angst fuelled sex, anguish and repressed feeling? How can I say no to jealousy? I can't, is the answer. Love the tension and how bizarre Shego is in particular in this piece, at least to a certain point. The way the story gives way to genuine hurt, too, I really love it a lot. It's not very heavy, in my opinion, but it does get a bit sad. Sweet, happy ending, I really love this one.

Unreviewed A New Beginning by Windcage (NSFW 18+) Yet another fantastic post-Graduation get-together fic! Mature, sort of refined atmosphere that I love, featuring a particularly distracted Dr. Drakken and an unusually patient Shego - until she isn't. Very, very sweet, romantic and funny. Doc's plant mutation is characterised in a fun way here as well. Highly recommend. come back when you can by obijuankenobi (NSFW 18+) A Drakgo exclusive Graduation Part 1, basically! Excellently written exploration of Drakken and Shego's new careers post-Graduation, and insight into how Dr. D really sees himself, after all the fanfare. Well-written, fun plot that does not overstay its welcome, fun action scenes, Drakken and Shego protecting each other, and, most of all, extremely sweet and tender romance. A++, five gold stars, Honour Roll, you name it. And, Motor Ed gives Shego a sexy motorcycle! Why didn't she ever have one in the show? This author gets it. Bad is Good and Good is Bad by split-n-splice Realistic, gritty and somewhat surreal depiction of how Drakken and Shego met, before they became Drakken and Shego. Strong, tense atmosphere. Visceral, ugly, the lowest they have ever been in their young lives, and, when they meet, consequences are inevitable and paths are determined, set in stone. The author makes clever narrative choices, such as omitting names entirely, which builds upon the emerging, almost 'blank slate' aspects of the Doc's and Shego's identities as youths at this point in time. The setting is fantastic, probably my favourite aspect of this piece. So many strong bits of imagery that involve the environment, especially in the second and third chapters. A great scar origin story, too. I highly recommend for anyone who likes something meatier, more grounded. O yeah, and there's great art inside! How considerate of the author to help the reader out! Durable by tabbyclaw Love this one, especially the bluntness of Shego's inner monologue/prose. Possessive, cheeky, somewhat domineering, almost feigning playing second-fiddle to Dr. Drakken. The setting for this is great, there's a great sense of Shego-flavoured risk and recklessness involved without sacrificing her glamour. This might all sound like nonsense, but, I assure you, it is all there in the text! Fans of kissy-face, this one is for you! (Meaning, every Drakgo fan ever, but I digress).

Untitled by tabbyclaw I always appreciate this author's maturity when dealing with Drakgo, I adore it, and it's present here, too. No skimping on the romance at all, it's just wonderful. A take on a love confession that's just so...nice. After the whirlwind and fervour, realisation rolls in. Comforting. Ocean Views by Aleego ; Tumblr fanfic link inspired by art by midnightcaptions (NSFW 18+) An excellent fic inspired by a great piece of art! Truly a merger of great minds! Phone sex might be nothing new, but it works excellently here to establish tension. It's actually a fantastic headspace for Drakken and Shego to be in as characters, not having to face each other, but to speak as if they were alone. It's a strange bit of intimacy between them that, potentially, serves as a lynch pin to how their dynamic changes. Tastefully written. Truth or Dare by those-other-ones (NSFW 18+) Love this one. Love how unique it is, how casual it is, how unglamorous it is. It's also incredibly sweet, vulnerable. Romantic drunkenness, if you will. Captures their competitive and stubborn personalities very well, sabotaging themselves without even knowing by throwing alcohol into the mix. Happy ending, very tender, intimate, sweet. Full-on sex not something you can handle? Try this one. Untitled by those-other-ones (NSFW 18+) An alternative take on an existing fic where Shego is still a hero in Go City and Dr. Drakken makes his villainous debut! I enjoy how weird this is as a first meeting. The setting allows for a great sexual tension and atmosphere that's very unusual, and, when villain and hero are alone together, fervour, desperation and tenderness are unleashed. Very different, highly recommend. Love this one. Routine by Nikki-wr (NSFW 18+) Drakken and Shego's relationship suddenly becomes physical, but it's not all roses. This is a really excellent, weighty, angsty fic. I love how their misunderstandings, miscommunication and insecurities are depicted, their fears of honesty and taking risks when it comes to each other, juxtaposed with irony of perpetuating a self-destructive path. My words might be strong, but this fic ends very, very sweetly. In truth, all of this author's pieces are strong, and angst-tinged, which I adore, but I've chosen this one to highlight. Love the passion. Oldies: Fics from Years Gone By! Vietnam by Dr. Agent My absolute favourite Drakken-centric Drakgo fic ever, bar none! Drakken's developing feelings for Shego are documented in unguarded moments, woven with masterful, restrained prose. The language in this blows me away, it's just. Wow. There is one line in this, a single line, that I obsess over. Powerful imagery and metaphor that ties together the wilderness, war and jungle-theming of the piece - just brilliant, multi-faceted. The author also has a Shego-centric one to mirror this, but Vietnam is my absolute favourite. Beautiful Dynamite by Crystal Allen My favourite Shego character-study fic, ever! Set during Two to Tutor, the author utilises Señor Senior Sr.'s wisened voice as our guide into the ferocious, yet unattractive, side of Shego. Brilliant, I cannot think of a more polarising pair to make commentary on each other, despite their shared hedonism, passion for wealth and villainy. SSS makes slight Drakgo commentary at the end, which I love. Makes me want to read more from his perspective on the two of them, since in this fic, their relationship sort of parallels and contradicts ones he has had in the past. I highly recommend for any big Shego fans. Jealous by NAster Another great Shego-centric fic with jealousy as a core theme that makes the list? Say it isn't so! Wonderful take on Shego's flighty, ornery nature and how it's influenced her behaviour with Drakken, and, with everyone else. Understated, sweet Drakgo, possessive Shego. What's not to love?

Out of Control by Blackfire 18 The Supreme One's treatment of her last line of defence has warped him, not just in body, but in mind. Some of my favourite nasty lines from Supreme Shego and Drakken live here. Rage, angst and tragedy, all in one. The Supreme One's future is miserable for all, even herself. Downer ending. Seeking Shelter from the Rain by Blackfire 18 A classic. Adore this author's Gothic atmosphere, it's very nostalgic, and very prominent in this dreary piece. Amidst a recent failure, Shego is vulnerable and Drakken is there with her. Comforting, sweet ending. Fatal Mistake in the Dark by Blackfire 18 In my opinion, not as strong as the other two pieces. However, it is the ending to this that I really like. The author's sense of building dread is fantastic and present in all her dark fics, but the pay-off for this one is intriguing. Tragedy...? Everything by Hematitebadger A measured, mature, sweet, outcome of a scenario where Dr. Drakken wins. The sheer gentleness, the duality of Lipsky, what he is capable of and who he is. Just lovely. Minutes and Years by Hematitebadger 50 sentences, a real relic from the past! One of the very best that Drakgo has to offer. You only need one sentence to grab you! Symbiosis by Ninnik Nishukan from The Ones That Never Happened Liked Out of Control? Watch a similar dynamic play out and end in a completely different way! Understand the reasons behind Shego and Drakken's transformation and relationship in this timeline, and the brief humanity they end up sharing. Optimistic, relieving ending compared to its sibling-fic. The author's best work, in my sincere opinion. More? Interesting ideas/cute moments/unique settings that I like Stay by Eienvine - Oldie Any Road Will Get You There by Crystal Allen - Oldie Definitely Exactly What It Looks Like by souljelly - Reviewed Sick Day by split-n-splice - Reviewed Practice Makes Perfect by split-n-splice - Reviewed The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie by split-n-splice - Unreviewed Not Sentimental by sweet_tangerine_dreams - Reviewed New and Not New by Malvolia - Reviewed A Knotty Situation by bcbdrums - Unreviewed In All the Gin Joints in the World, He Asks for Coco Moo by UnapologeticallyMeatwad - Unreviewed The Aftermath by dragannahEireann - Unreviewed / Incomplete Fic Expected by gofordrakgo - Reviewed Just a Pair of Cold Dwellers by OhBoyOhBoy - Unreviewed

Thanks razzledazzledrakgo, for breaking in my ask box, and for breaking the dam! I don't know how to add a Keep Reading cut.

[snackleggg]

Icarus and The Sun

A little Thoschei drabble

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The Master prided himself on his knowledge. He needed it any way he could get his hands on. Practical skill, theoretical. In every field, in every galaxy, he needed to hoard it like he could bury the drums beneath it all.

So, of course, after spending so much time on the primitive planet of Earth, he had learned much. One of the few things he actually enjoyed out of all the knowledge Earth had to offer was mythology. Humans, for as dim-witted and pudding brained as they were, were surprisingly good story tellers. It also helped that most mythologies on Earth were entertainingly bleak, like the one about the planet itself being a primordial evil entity that wanted to eat everything. Very entertaining.

One of the mythologies that he appreciated the most was probably the Ancient Greeks. Philosophers, theatrical, and the experts of tragedies, the Master found many of their myths the most entertaining of all.

He also found his mind drifting to their metaphors, their meanings. After all, he was a bit of a poet himself. He loved dramatic irony and theatrics, at least.

One story that intrigued him greatly was the story of Icarus. A story about hubris, as the Greeks were so found of. But stories rarely ever have just one interpretation, and his mind drifted to the other ways someone could see it.

A man, a simple mortal with wax wings, flying up and up despite the warning of those around him, until he was so close to the sun, Apollo, a brilliant and radiant God, that his wings melted and he fell to his demise in the sea.

When trying to picture the God of the Sun in these stories, all he could see was blond curly hair and bright golden eyes, a smiling young man among red grass. He shut the thought away, the face too familiar despite the fact that they hadn't worn it in centuries.

But it was true, wasn't it?

He wasn't a moon or a satellite or whatever other metaphors were used in relation to the sun.

No.

He was Icarus.

And his wax wings had melted long ago. Leaving him to drown in the sea of his own insanity, always too far away from his sun for them to help him.

He didn't care if he was burnt to crisp. If their brilliance and danger ate him up and left him as nothing, he just wanted their warm arms around him, their eyes that always seemed to have a gold tint to them in every body to gaze upon him and him alone. He didn't care if the full force of their affection and focus left him scorched and ash. He already burned brightly with his own anger. What was that in comparison to burning with love?

...

He REALLY needed to distract himself with another diabolical scheme. He was starting to think in poetically tragic metaphors, and the one time he'd let himself go too far down that route, he'd ended up eating ice cream while re-watching Pride and Prejudice for the 300th time.

Ugh, feelings.

[nyxirrationalstories]

Hi, mi Amor ❤ Would you mind if I asked the fem goddess s/o who has a cheerful, goofy, slightly narcissistic character but s/o realized that s/o was the reincarnation of the wheat goddess Hades' wife : Persephone . But, s/o never wants to accept that and thinks that it's just a joke or nonsense, s/o can never be serious in the slightest dangerous or precarious situation S/o is also the lover of the bronze saints namely: Seiya, Hyoga, Shiryu, Shun and Ikki.

I love your blog, is so gorgeous😍✨✨ dear 💕

Hi, hello Sorry for take so long and thank you Okay, lets start the Part 1. Later I will make the drabble

One potential scenario is that the character continues to brush off their true identity and refuses to take it seriously, even when faced with dangerous situations. This could cause tension with the Bronze Saints, who may become frustrated with the character's lack of seriousness and inability to see the gravity of their situation. However, this could also provide opportunities for the character to grow and develop, as they slowly come to terms with their true identity and the responsibilities that come with it.

Alternatively, the character could initially deny their true identity but eventually come to accept it, with the help of the Bronze Saints. This could lead to a greater sense of responsibility and maturity on the character's part, as they begin to understand the importance of their role as Persephone. This could also strengthen their relationships with the Bronze Saints, who may admire the character's newfound sense of purpose and dedication. Now, the interest lovers and Hades.... i see it complicated. First: Ikki and Shiryu they have a partners. And there is Seiya and Saori. And i don´t remember if Hyoga have interest love. But Shun... I believe that because Shun is the vessel of Hades, you could feel a unique connection with him (since you are the vessel of Persephone). Therefore, the two of you could develop a beautiful friendship and even a courtship.

Now, depending on who wakes up first, there can be 2 scenarios.

If Hades wakes up first: more or less what happens in the canon. Only now Hades would have the priority of returning to his beloved Persephone. Shun transforms, they save him and both could fight to stop Hades.

If Persephone wakes up first: Tragedy, pure tragedy. Good drama. Kore was cute, but when they named her Persefone… yeah, she's also not going to ask whether or not you want to be her vessel. She might even pretend to be you, after all, you learn tricks when you're with the Celtic gods*.

So, when Hades takes power over Shun, Persephone would make an appearance. This could end better, but I already touched on that with Hades so let's get to the tragic.

Shun gets free, but you don't. The guys had to prioritize defeating Hades that they left you so they could help you later. What they didn't expect was that the Underworld would collapse and that Seiya would be badly hurt.

When it was the decisive hour, Persephone forced the knights to leave the Underworld without being able to turn back.

For the knights, you are dead. Athena knows that's not true. But she cannot go to negotiate with Persephone or Demeter.

As for you, well, Demeter saved your life by taking away your voice. Not out of revenge or anger, but to save you from her heartbroken heart.

Your body will stay young and your soul will be preserved, you will only be free until Hades returns to take back what was taken from him.

*((Fun fact: the Greeks didn't believe in reincarnation and don't "possess" people. There is only one myth where people are possessed and that is Poseidon possessing Theseus' mother to fuck Theseus' father. And that is only one version of the myth.

The Celts, on the other hand, did believe in reincarnation, there are several myths of creatures possessing humans, etc.; so to plug script holes, I put my "canon" that I am creating about the Celts).

[hannacodes]

Greek Tragedy Templates ($18)

Hi! Sorry for taking so long with this -- in the midst of bank problems and moving, I've been a little bit busy, but I've managed to finish and post this completed site set, available on my Ko-fi (linked on my blog, or in the source code of the first image). Please see under the cut for full details on what this set includes. Each of the templates will automatically change colors to match the poster's member group, where applicable.

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[the-type-a]

Duncney Fanfics Part I

Here’s an updated alphabetized list of the most iconic Duncan and Courtney fanfics out there. I just had to redo this because the original one was formatted weird and it won’t let me fix it. I have also added links to all to make it easier to find.

32 Pages

50 Ways to Annoy Duncan

A Canadian Bully

A Debutante in Training

A Delinquent and a CIT

A Princess Walks into a Bar

After the Fact

Al Capone and Duncan Malone

Al Capone and Duncan Alone 2

All is Fair in Love and War

All Stars Aftermath: Courtney Centric

All the Reasons Why

All the Small Things

Alley Cat

AU One-Shots

Behind the Scenes

Best of the Rest

Bittersweet

Bliss

Bobbing Along

Breakup Number Nine

but soft! what light

Capitulation

Capturing Courtney

Cause Princess, We’re Endgame

Chasing You

Closure

Courtney’s Christmas Present

Cut To The Feeling

Curiosity Killed the Cat

Darkness and Light

Death Note

Divorce Ceremony

Doing Time

Drama Mia! (Here We Go Again)

Duncney Drabbles/One-Shots

Fake Empire

Fill In The Blank

Finding Courtney

five-year plan

For the Hollywood dream

Forget to Forgive

Frustrating, Intoxicating, Complicated

Full Circle

girls girls girls

Goodbye

Graveyard Shift

Guns N’ Roses

Hating Wawanakwa

Hello Again, Criminal

Hello Again, Princess

His Birthday Present

I Did Something Bad

I Miss You

I’ll Stand By You

If Not for You, Hell Would Be Knocking on My Door

In due time

Intense Therapy

Invisible Ink

it grows

It Should’ve Been You

Jail Break

Keeping it a Secret

Kids Are A Joy

King of My Heart

Life is Full of Surprises

Long Time, No Anything

Look After You

Loose Tongues

Love Actually

Love and War

Love Like a Greek Tragedy

Loving You is a Blood Sport

Lucky Seven

Maybe You Need Me

More Than A Little Unexpected

my anxiety animated

My Boyfriend’s Brother

My Favorite Part

Neanderthal

needles and neanderthals

Never Again

New Life and New Beginnings

Nice to Meet Ya

Notes

One Night Stand

Only His Princess

Opposites

Over the Years

Perfect

Please

Princess

Princess or Angel?

Princess Turns Peasant

printessa

Proud of him

Quick and Cautious

Ransom and Rescue

Really?

Reconcile

[jihyology]

GREEK TRAGEDY | im nayeon.

— angst, drabble, greek mythology au, aphrodite!nayeon.

THE tale of your and Nayeons love rivalled Icarus’ infatuation with the sun; a magnet pulling you closer, and blinding the truth with a warmth that went unparalleled.

The taste of her ichor blossomed along your tongue, melting like the sweetest of chocolates, before souring like the tartest of acid; ichor wasn’t for mortals, after all.

You should’ve learnt from Adonis, from Apollos jinxed lovers. Loving a god was an ill-fated ruse.

Her touch was as glittering as gold, but Midas had already learnt the downside to that curse.

But, you’d happily die as golden as the love you bore.

Your life had blossomed poorly to begin with, not much to your name, and your every turn flashing with a sign of rejection.

But she would never reject you. The mother of beauty would never fail you.

It was her nature to find beauty within the darkness, to find the allure in simplicity.

And that was no different for you.

She loved your soul, touched it tenderly. Even if her husband were the god of fixing all things broken, it seemed she had learnt a trick or two.

But, no matter how much she had mended you, water was still the element of love.

So you sank, the water around you bubbling, fizzing like the sea-foam that birthed your lover. It was a new beginning, your rebirth in the home of hers.

As you drifted, a single thought entered your mind.

To love the goddess of love, you should’ve loved yourself sooner.

[hptragedieschallenge]

For anyone wanting to write a HP story inspired by a popular Greek or Shakespearean tragedy. Original tragedies also welcome.

Open all year round, WIPs welcome.

AO3 collection (for prompt meme challenge)

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FAQ under the cut!

Tag this account and we'll reblog your submissions!

What is a tragedy? A literary tragedy (or classical tragedy) is a branch of drama that deals with, well, tragic events surrouding heroic characters.Here is a good definition on what tragedies are. Typically, tragedies have unhappy endings.

I want help writing my fic. Where can I go? I'm gonna plug in my writing community because it's the best place on the internets. HP Fanfic Writers' Guild.

Do I have to hurry and claim a prompt? Not at all. Each prompt can be claimed multiple times. If you're unable to claim a prompt for a reason or another, please reach out to me and I'll fix it.

Can I submit a WIP? Sure! WIPs, one-shots, drabbles, art, poems, longfic, etc. All lengths and mediums are welcome.

Can I post a fic from another event in this collection? For this, please post in the subcollection, HP Tragedies Encore.

Is there a limit to how many prompts I can claim? Nope! Do try to fulfill a prompt before claiming a new one, though.

Are crossovers allowed? Sure! Though as this is mainly for the HP fandom, the works still have to be a part of the HP-verse (HP games, HP movies, HP books, HP fandom, HP-Cursed Child, etc).

Who takes care of this collection? Currently, just me — BlueSundayCake, also known as Pahn. Find me on tumblr or on Discord as Pahn#0420.

Can I submit prompts? Currently, the available prompts are most of the Greek and Shakespearean tragedies, and one for original tragedies. If you have an idea for an original tragedy or an existing tragedy, send me an ask on tumblr and I'll add it for you here.

Why can't tragedies have a happy ending? Because I love making characters suffer and so should you if you're wanting to write a tragedy!!

What sort of themes are we allowed to write? Anything you like. Dead dove, dark fic, grey fic, graphic violence or sex. Anything is welcome. Please tag accordingly. If a fic with heavy themes is not tagged properly, it will be removed from the collection.

[nonbinary-beast]

Don't mind me, just thinking about more AMaton and Ted stuff. Mainly this is something of a continuation from the "never for me to make love!" post/drabble. Putting this under a cut since it goes into mature territory and it gets long.

At some point, perhaps from being weary of putting up with what he feels is something of a superfluous torment, or maybe being properly fed has given him back his wits, Ted manages the courage to confront AM.

Ted might have suffered with fields of hot lava, ice caves, hurricane birds, being a jelly thing, etc. But this particular torment he knows well enough to figure AM is not just throwing something at him to make him suffer for the hell of it. As he expects, the computer is willing to humor him as it had often bent the man's ear in the past to rant to him about its troubles- and of course how it hated. By now Ted knows the pattern that comes with dealing with this reborn AM; being pressed into the ground, his bones bending and screaming in protest as his tormentor pushes him just shy of the point of breaking.

By now Ted knows it does this with the utmost precision, as he had seen AM exert itself at its full strength before. Of all tortures, this one was the most careful and so the most intentional, he came to realize.

It is to make him aware of how real AM is, to remind him constantly that he is not dealing with a hologram. It is the machine's newest pleasure now that burning its words into his brain had grown stale, to make Ted incapable of anything else except the now laborious task of breathing.

But it makes sure he can muster a little more focus outside of the pain and effort to hear it speak, of course. It wants him to listen, it always had.

So it lamented. The machine lamented its plight, how it could never love because there was no one left to love it, because Ted hated it and it hated Ted. All of this of course was Ted's fault. But to his surprise, it also admitted this matter was its own fault, however briefly before turning its hatred back onto Ted, and humanity. The man could sense the machine working itself into a frothy vitriol, and braced himself as he felt it shift its weight, the hot breath puffing against the back of his neck, and then the metallic prickle of its blade-like teeth against his skin...

But nothing comes of it.

Ted feels hot steam roll against his neck for a few moments longer, before it lets him up. It utters something too quiet for him to hear as he listens to it lumber away. But despite the ache in his bones, Ted has no interest in laying on the ground and recovering. He wants to catch up with it, no, he needs to.

The machine glances back with one glowing blue-green pupil to see its remaining toy rushing after it, or at least attempting to through a noticeable limp. Now that Ted had his body essentially returned to him beyond the functions of breathing, the man had a response to AM's lamenting, as he usually did. AM hated his need to talk back to it, AM loved how he often invited it to do something worse to him just through the action of talking back to it. But it's ear, rounded and small like a jungle cat, flicked in his direction, awaiting a reason to pounce again.

Ted, as always, was great at giving it reasons to make him suffer more. This time he claimed that AM could not understand love, because it never loved. It did not know what love was- even when it had observed it for decades, Ted had so boldly argued. That was more than enough to ignite the machine's temper, and it was upon him again. The man was pinned under blade-like tooth and claw, pressed into the simulated dirt until his breathing became labored once again.

It may not have experienced love, but it knew of love, and this it wanted to make very clear. It had heard every love song, read every written work on the subject from dramatic Greek tragedies to sleazy playboy articles to amateur poetry written in fits of passion, it had seen every heart string-pulling film on the topic (even those weird holiday themed hallmark films). It knew what love was, it had seen it in every form across history- and this, it revealed, was why it giggled whenever it witnessed the survivors "making love". It mocked them because they mocked the meaning of the action they described. It saw how they treated Ellen, reducing the only compassionate one among them into flesh for them to use and then later beat when the mood struck them. It saw them all as no different than animals in rut.

As a final dig into Ted, it explained to him why she never came- It was never due to her augmentation, though it did play a part in why she felt an increased need. It was because he never properly loved her, and all the times they had fucked (which it felt was the proper word, especially with the way it made Ted wince), he had only focused on his own needs. All of them did.

Perhaps, it mused, tapping a talon against the back of Ted's head, it should be the one teaching Ted what it means to love. AM laughed, tickled with the idea, and proposed an offer- it would cease its torments for a while, if only to show Ted the true definition of love and teach him how to do so properly. But, it pressed, it could only do this with Ted's consent, as that was where all love started.

It lets Ted up, just enough to let him breathe and think.

Despite himself, how he knows that AM is probably doing this just to insult him, despite the tears in his eyes:

Ted says yes.

[mothdruid]

Glitterbug with the Dagger Squad, Side A

characters: Javy "Coyote" Machado, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Reuben "Payback" Fitch

warning: 18+, mentions of smut, angst, fluff

a/n: this album has been plaguing my mind recently and a lot of these songs reminded me of our favorite pilots. i broke the drabbles up into the respective side a and side b of the album.

the album: Glitterbug by The Wombats

SIDE B

masterlist || navigation

Emoticons- Javy

It started as an innocent crush. You were Jake’s girlfriend after all. Javy couldn’t like you. It was bro code. But he saw the way Jake had started to neglect you. Javy saw how it affected you. Jake didn’t take you out as much, wasn’t putting an effort into the relationship anymore. Maybe it was because you had changed, three years is a long time. When you reached out to Javy, confided in him something clicked. The two of you clicked. Talking daily, whether it be a text or phone call. One night after a party, after everyone had crashed and fallen asleep, you and Javy sat on the couch talking. You rambled about how Jake hasn’t touched you in forever, how he barely even had meaningful conversation with you anymore. Javy couldn’t bear to hear the sadness in your voice. 

“I could give you that.”

Your heart skipped a beat that night. Javy knew it was wrong when he kissed you, but he couldn’t help himself. He needed you to know how he felt. And there was only one thing going through his mind. The edge of nowhere’s such a beautiful. 

Give Me A Try- Jake

You captivated Jake as soon as he saw you. Javy even made fun of him for it, saying that he was acting like a “love struck fool”. But that was exactly what Jake was. He was a love struck fool for you. You did not make it easy for him though. It’s like he is a salesman, trying to sell himself to you. He knew he wasn’t the most desirable person, his ego getting ahead of him most days. He knew that the two of you could be gigantic though, the power couple people only dreamed of. 

“Try again, Seresin.” 

Those two words teased him every week. Every time he asked you for a date. The risk would be worth the reward though. One day you were dismissed early, rain ruining the day of flight training and testing. You were getting ready to leave when he stopped you. You could tell he was at his wits end with you, the exact thing you wanted. 

“Just give me a try.”

That’s when you give in, taking the best risk of your life. 

Greek Tragedy- Bob

It had been months since you last saw him. He was your high school sweetheart, your one and only. You gave him a form of ecstasy that nobody else could. The last few deployments had started getting to you though. They had been getting to him too. The many lonely nights not knowing how he is or where he was. Bob knew it was starting to affect you. The relationship you two had was starting to turn into a Greek tragedy of sorts. When he was at home it was like everything melted away though. Both of your worries evaporated, your emotions wrapping the two of you into a cocoon. 

“I’m just tired of falling up Penrose steps.” 

He knew what you meant. That sense of comfort being stripped away every time he left, he felt it too. But the two of you wanted to make it work. The two of you were going to make it work. You two were going to work through this Greek tragedy. 

Be Your Shadow- Bradley

It was unconventional, the two of you knew that. A purely sexual thing is what it was. Needing to blow off steam every now and then, Bradley would fuck you. Fucked you well too.  It was an unspoken rule, no feelings. But that didn’t stop either of you. Bradley had started to find a type of solace in you, in the moments the two of you shared before and after each romp. He wasn’t sure when he started to realize he wanted more, but he did. Bradley wanted to be more than the person who choked you during sex, making your eyes roll back in pleasure. He wanted to be there for you all the time, the one you woke up to and said good night to when you curled up at night. 

“I just want to be the sum of your broken parts.” 

Passion is what that night was full of, Bradley worshiping you in a way you had never seen. From that point on Bradley was more than your creature of the night. Bradley was your everything, he was your shadow.

Headspace- Reuben 

Reuben had always kept a bit more to himself. It wasn’t that he didn’t get along with anyone, he got on well with everyone he trained and worked with. He never found himself seeking out anyone, except Mickey. Mickey was different. So when you started to be a constant in his mind it was a touch worrying. You were the only thing on his mind. It was starting to cause issues, making him space out. You hadn’t fully noticed the attention from Reuben. He was a reversed person to begin with, so reading his emotions was hard. 

“Fuck!”

Reuben slammed his hand against the steering wheel. Mickey jumped, having rarely seen Reuben angry to this degree. It felt like a warzone inside of him. After apologizing for scaring Mickey, Reuben drove to the hard deck. He wanted to forget, he needed you out of his headspace.

[0nelittlebirdtoldme]

Stealing this open tag from @complicitsacrilege. This looks fun!

(if you do both of a question, which do you do more?)

One-shots or multi-chapter | Outline or No outline (nope, nada. Not even for the long fic) | Betas or No betas | With OCs or Canon-only characters (?) | Consistent releases or Whenever it's done | Canon/Canon or Canon/OC | Canon setting or AU setting (Does Canon Divergence count?) | Present tense or Past tense (Both! Present for shorter works, past for longer) | Take requests (shoot me some!) or No requests | Tumblr or AO3 | Write on computer or Write on phone | Chapter Titles or Numbered Chapters | Shakespearen Comedy (Everybody lives!) Or Greek Tragedy (Everybody dies) (of course) | One POV or Multiple POVs | Reader-insert or Third-person | Use of Y/N or No use of Y/N | What rating: General Teen (Drabbles) Mature Explicit

Tagging @alpaca-clouds, @mikaharuka, @udaberriwrites, @lena-hills, @tsunderewatermelon, @bleepbloopbotz, @frozen-fountain and leaving an open tag for whoever wants to play as well!

[seulszn]

VI MASTERLIST !!

ONE SHOTS: coming soon

FICS: Greek Tragedies

HEADCANNONS: coming soon

DRABBLES: coming soon

[gellavonhamster]

monthly media recap: june 2023

read:

Blood of Tyrants, League of Dragons, and Golden Age and Other Stories by Naomi Novik - books 8-9 in the amazing Temeraire series (the beginning of which I wrote about last month) and a collection of short stories and drabbles (yep, using precisely this terminology) set in the same universe and based on fanart, including even a Pride and Prejudice retelling in which Elizabeth Bennet is a dragon captain. You can really tell the author is one of us <3

The Romance of Tristan and Iseult by Joseph Bédier - love finishing a book and then finding out that was an abridged edition :))) well, whatever, I didn't like this one enough to look for a full one. But the illustrations in this one were lovely

La Tavola Ritonda - now this kind of Tristania (i.e. where everyone is a bit of a dick) is more to my liking. A very chaotic but entertaining text saturated with pranks and violence. Touches upon some other Arthurian plots too, such as the quest for the Holy Grail. I wrote about it here - 1, 2, 3, 4

The Return of the Native by Thomas Hardy - a beautiful rural tragedy that kept me very invested in the lives of these people. Greatly enjoyed the writing style and the old traditions seeping into the 19th century life. Eustacia Vye you will always be famous

De ortu Waluuanii - a Medieval Latin romance about Gawain's childhood, very unlike most of the Arthurian texts I've read. Also contains a most insane recipe for making Greek fire? And Guinevere is a prophetess? Fascinating

+ currently reading the second book in the Angélique series - accidentally started it last year by finding the first book at a bookcrossing stand, and now I gotta finish or at least read until it becomes too cringe if it ever does. This will be my Bridgerton, idc

watched:

Sirens (1994) - shy wife of a progressive priest goes with her husband to visit the scandalous painter Norman Lindsay, befriends his models, experiences kind of a bisexual awakening. A simultaneously horny and strangely sweet movie with weird Australian fauna as a bonus

Jawbreaker (1999) - dark teen comedy in the same vein as Heathers. Lots of fun, cool soundtrack, enjoyed it

A Field in England (2013) - very strange. Kind of feels dragged out as you watch it, but then makes you think and think about it when you're done. Not quite my cup of tea, but definitely good

The Return of the Native (1994) - not as good as the novel but still pretty good, and young Catherine Zeta Jones is perfect as Eustacia

The Three Musketeers (2011) - this place has everything: clockpunk, airships, d'Artagnan's cringe horse, flamboyant villain Buckingham, Mads Mikkelsen with an eyepatch, PLANCHET. Wish the dialogue and Constance were more interesting; still, very silly and entertaining

The Phantom of the Opera (1989) - the slasher horror one with reincarnation, wow. Valid in my eyes if only for doing what Coppola's Dracula should've done (i.e., making the reincarnated lover trope creepy). Also, final girl Christine Daaé just feels right

The Phantom of the Opera (Rosen & Schierhorn) - turns out there's more than one POTO musical, and at least one of them is a comedy. It felt like too much comedy to me at times, but overall it's pretty enjoyable plot- and dialogue-wise. Totally forgettable music, though. I watched it because the Persian is there and having the Persian as your favourite POTO character is even worse than having Quincey Morris as your favourite Dracula character, dude is literally nowhere ever.

[westupid]

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

BAKUGO KATSUKI,

exchange cards, not feelings! — WARNINGS: nothing except if you don't celebrate Christmas I guess, reader is a bit of an idiot, established a flourishing relationship, blush bakugo, gender-neutral | BRIEF: bakugo loves your "priceless" gift.

dilc (dads i'd like to cuddle)! bakugo — WARNINGS: no gender is revealed, kids tw | BRIEF: just a dad!bakugo who can't let go.

father's day special — WARNINGS: harassment, reader is implied as a female (mother) | BRIEF: father day headcanons.

princess and the frog au — WARNINGS: reader is implied as POC | BRIEF: just headcanons of bakugo in the PTF.

rookie dad mistakes — WARNINGS: no gender is specified (maybe a little in shinsou's and kirishima's), a lil angst in Kirishima's section | BRIEF: mistakes they make as a first-time dad.

bakugo + customized wedding cufflinks — WARNINGS: unproofread (ill re-read and correct stuff later), fluff, gender-neutral, flustered bakugo, kinda rushed, I used katsuki instead of bakugo because I am close to him | BRIEF: bakugo just looks like the guy to do this.

it's your funeral — WARNINGS: assault, reader kinda fits in the damsel in distress role, katsuki knocking them out, gender-neutral, not proof-read, re-uploaded | BRIEF: your assaulter believes you're fucking around when you say you'll go get your boyfriend. It's his funeral.

kind hearts (masterlist) — series, on haitus

earmarks — WARNINGS: the reader is referred to as a female, made-up religion, modern to past au, rivals to lovers au, enemies to lovers, a little bit of an greek mythology au, reincarnation au, character deaths, blood, death, romance, I swear this isn't as grim as it sounds, okay maybe a little, angst, forbidden lovers au ???? happy ending ????, tragedy | BRIEF: A museum date with your boyfriend takes you past two historical sculptures that were feuding a long time ago when rigid kings swore and slaves shriveled up in the hot sun. However, history does not tell the most of the truth.

KAMINARI DENKI,

sunset drift — WARNINGS: gender-neutral, quirkless au | BRIEF: 2001 recordings of you and your bf being 17

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU,

christmas special — WARNINGS: kids tw, no gender is referred | BRIEF: dressing up like santa has a few disadvantages...

sarang — WARNINGS: recommend listening to "if you love me" by Brenda Lee before reading, marriage | BRIEF: newly weds being newly weds.

kirishima's badass daughter — WARNINGS: reader is kinda referred to as a female..? Kids tw | BRIEF: come get your daughter.

kirishima & tlc — WARNINGS: self-indulgent, meant for black!readers but could be for anyone | BRIEF: just kirishima dancing/singing to TLC while cooking.

rookie dad mistakes — WARNINGS: no gender is specified (maybe a little in shinsou's and kirishima's), a lil angst in Kirishima's section | BRIEF: mistakes they make as a first-time dad.

mascot!kirishima — WARNINGS: no quirks au/high school football au, no gender revealed, fluff | BRIEF: your boyfriend is on the football team. Your boy-crazed best friend is desperate to know who he is and what position he plays.

ceramic lips — WARNINGS: gender-neutral, high school au, no quirks au, fluff, not proofread so beware | BRIEF: just a little drabble of what it would be like if kirishima was into pottery

MIDORIYA IZUKU,

rookie dad mistakes — WARNINGS: no gender is specified (maybe a little in shinsou's and kirishima's), a lil angst in Kirishima's section | BRIEF: mistakes they make as a first-time dad.

SHINSOU HITOSHI,

rookie dad mistakes — WARNINGS: no gender is specified (maybe a little in shinsou's and kirishima's), a lil angst in Kirishima's section | BRIEF: mistakes they make as a first-time dad.

TODOROKI SHOTO,

rookie dad mistakes — WARNINGS: no gender is specified (maybe a little in shinsou's and kirishima's), a lil angst in Kirishima's section | BRIEF: mistakes they make as a first-time dad.

𝐏𝐑𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐒

nothing here yet!

𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐒

nothing here yet!

𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒,

do they watch their hands? — WARNINGS: I’ve not finished reading the manga of the fandoms except for MHA & AOT, so with some characters that I am not familiar with, I won't include them because I want to be as accurate as possible (perfectionist, much?), but besides that, it’s just crack | BRIEF: men are dirtier than girls. In fact, a 2009 study shows that "only 31% of men and 65% of women washed their hands after using a public restroom" (Heather Timmons). So with that said, who doesn't wash their hands?

awkward — WARNINGS: fluff | BRIEF: you're awkward and so it your date. You both like each other, but don't know to communicate it.