Hi, I'm generally new to this blog, but I needed a warmup to start writing an essay for school and this Au inspired me! Hope it's okay I wrote a snippet for Jonathan's first awakening.
(this is me rn ⬇️)
Jonathan couldn't feel, not really. He hadn't felt in ages, except for the occasional sharp pain over his birthmark. Not enough to tell he was alive, truly, but definitely enough to say he at least wasn't dead. He didn't know what he'd done to deserve this. Maybe Father was right, maybe he wasn't good enough, wasn't perfect enough to protect even himself, much less Erina, or Speedwagon, or anybody he loves-
And for the first time in ages, Jonathan feels.
It begins with a sharp pain in his temple. Far away enough to be written off as his mind finally beginning to betray him, but also there enough to be cause for questioning. Then it's the pain in his abdomen. His shoulder, his leg, his heart. Someone, somewhere is hurting, and it makes Jonathan feel.
It's been a very long time since Jonathan had felt anything, so it takes him a long moment to recognize the feeling. Sadness? Melancholy? Frustration? Anger?
Fury.
Someone is hurting something of his like Jonathan was once hurt. And he had sworn to not let it happen to anyone else.
And, suddenly, Jonathan felt everything.
Jonathan felt bone cracking under his fists, the confused screams of the assaulters, his own throat and hands burning with the strength of his breaths, his life, his Hamon, and his screams. This thing, this boy, Jonathan learned when he looked back at what exactly he'd been protecting, was his, and he didn't like for things of his to be hurt.
Jonathan knelt next to the boy, and was met with a frightened flinch and scramble back. That was understandable, Jonathan must've been incorporeal at best, and a veritable sight at worst. Then Jonathan looked down at his hands to survey the damage.
Purple fingers. Black gloves. Golden knuckles. No blood. Jonathan didn't recognize the body that must've been his. He looked back at the boy who was staring at him like he had murdered an entire city. Jonathan reached out, trying, desperately, to reassure the boy that it was alright.
"Or-"
And Jonathan was thrown back to the unfeeling.
(Just gonna @ you here too in case Tumblr pulls some bull like its done to me before-)
@starry-blue-echoes
This theory has been rotting my brain as of recently ✨so✨
AU where Jonathan is Star Platinum
Jonathan has no idea what’s going on.
He’s pretty sure he died but now he’s floating and glowing which definitely isn’t normal and also there’s this teenager in black who’s being cornered by four guys who are armed so guess he better deal with that- Oh. Oh, he’s a lot stronger than before. Huh.
Oh bother now the boy thinks he’s an evil spirit haunting him, which is a tad rude since sure he might be a spirit but he’s not evil- Oh, now he’s locking himself in a jail cell.
So yeah, Jonathan has A Time in this new day and age
Would yall be interested in an MLA-compliant paper on Ares and his characterization n everything
I’m sorry for not posting anything original in a while, I’ve gotten ✨busy✨ recently and haven’t been able to just sit down and do something. Anyways, ref down here, and enjoy!
*doom music starts to play* I actually kindof like scheduling these kinds of appointments now...
but seriously Fellas, don't forget to schedule a pap smear every couple of years just in case. If you still have a cervix you can still get cervical cancer. ilu
this has been a psa
__ Ares
AU where Penelope starts to lose it and also kills the suitors not realizing her husband is doing the same thing. So there’s two separate murder sprees going on at the same time.
Naked
Covered in blood
Holding a sword
Then suddenly across the dark hallway…
My wife
Also naked
Also covered in blood
Also holding a sword
We proceeded to make out under the olive tree
✨Crackhead redraws!✨
no.4
Where my friends send me dumb photos to redraw because it’s funny!
This one was actually requested by me! I asked my friends to send me a fantasy female piece of art that a man would never be drawn as, and I drew it as a man
Reference here as always!
if you're worried about the new ToS for AO3, please remember that you are primed to distrust because of the way politics are intertwining with the internet right now. remember to look into definitions yourself, fact check, and look through the logic lense before jumping to conclusions.
AFAIK right now, the update clarifies terms that have already existed. it's not changing as much as it is clarity-rewriting. i'm still looking through the legalese (law student, i'm learning as I go) and I will be checking in again later, but don't despair.
however, don't get lax. download fics, connect with the authors, build out your communities. comment and bookmark and save, and please don't stop writing.
You'd take a look at his body and assume he was boasting his invulnerability and strength, and then you take a look at his face and you see nothingness incased in gold and a blood red plume matching the cloak around his shoulders. He is literally depicted as an Everyman, someone for soldiers to strive to be, and yet is faceless so he could be anybody. He's faceless in the war of the gods, a soldier's pawn in the games of his generals. And sure, he is somewhat shown to have his own will in myths, the Net and Jar ones for example, those both ended with him being bound and either mocked or forgotten about. He is the perfect image of the perfect soldier, faceless and yet intimidating, able to survive battle and yet follows orders to the tee because he knows what happens when he doesn't. And the cloak around his shoulders and neck paired with the golden protections around his wrists, forearms, and shins mostly have always screamed a bit 'shackle' to me with its placement. Like he's constantly being reminded of his failures by the very armor he's wearing- though it is limited. An aggressive figure to send into battle, and yet cowed at its master's beck and call with chains of its very own reliance. One that is dehumanized by the very thing that keeps it safe, and yet is shown off by the lack of safety almost everywhere else. The blood red on its plume and cloak reminding those around it of what it is capable of, and that it's not doing that to them because the master has not willed it.
But, maybe I'm just tired
(I wrote this at like 3 in the morning, I’m sort of its bad)
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