#I've been interested in Turkish for a while

[salvadorbonaparte]

Maybe in like 2025 or something I can deep dive into Greek and Turkish and then also like learn soooo much about politics

#I've been interested in Turkish for a while #And Greek was never really on my radar but now I'm like why? I love the food and mythology #And so many places in Greece and Cyprus are on my bucket list #Also yes food is a major factor for me in language learning #I want to be able to pronounce dishes and read recipes and go to more international restaurants #If a culture has food I like I'm already guaranteed to be interested in it #langblr

[writersdrug]

Ghost x Reader x Konig: I Don't Need You (Ch. 10)

<- Previous - Next ->

Summary: Thankfully, things have been resolved between you and Konig. You start to settle in more with your team, and Roze shares a few thoughts with you over a smoke. The memories are still there, but just like the winter around you, they're cold and unwelcoming. You and Konig open up to each other a bit more, more than you had ever opened up to anyone.

WARNINGS: implications of masturbation, cursing, angst (if you squint?), plot building, graphic depictions of animal torture and death (PLEASE CONSIDER ALL WARNINGS BEFORE READING THIS, I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME thank you kindly)

Notes: Yes! Hello! I exist!! I've been in a slump, and I really do apologize for that. Many of you have been very patient with me and I love and appreciate you all for it! I had to intake as much CoD literature as I could in the past few weeks to get me motivated, which helped a LOT (not to mention I discovered no fewer than ten works that currently have a hold on my heart). But it's here! I forced myself to write over half of the following chapter so that it would be less daunting to finish up. I also plan to make a wip post for yall, just to share will everyone what goes on in my rat brain.

This was edited at 3 am (god it's 4 am now, i just saw that), so if there are any grammatical or spelling errors you have my full consent to call me out on it! Please enjoy!

(sidenote, I completely didn't research how old you need to be to become a navy SEAL, so reader's age is a bit inaccurate in regards to that. pls ignore lol)

(last sidenote then you can read, does anyone have tips for customizing the layout of their fics? I see so many cool ways to style the font and cute banners and errything but I have no idea how nor what to do)

- - - -

The sky hung low with a blanket of gray. It looked like it was about to snow, although the threat was soon dismissed when noon came around and there wasn’t a single flake. The air was cold and dry, forcing me to zip my jacket up all the way and tuck my nose into the collar. I blew steady, warm breaths into my jacket and tried to soak up the heat into my bones.

It was as if the incident had never happened.

Konig and I ended up driving to the liquor store, which was a blessing, since I had run out of Yeungling (and I didn’t understand enough Turkish to converse with the clerk, nor did I have any of the appropriate money – Konig was graced with both of those necessities). We talked like there had never been a week and a half of silence between us. He talked about how he had nearly forced Ridgeback to drag me out of my room and into the common area, “… but it would have been too early for that.” He commented. That, and I would have rather died.

So life went on as normal: dreary, aside from shooting people and getting shot at. Nonetheless, it was normal, and there was a peace to be found in that.

I leaned against the building to the training room, with Roze to my left. I had intended to come out and soak up whatever natural light I could – when I saw her standing there, possibly trying to do the same, I felt the instinct to play it off as if I was just leaving the building. But she cocked her head in a greeting, and a part of me took an interest in her worry-free aura. Out of everyone, she always seemed to be the least-stressed person in the room, even in the middle of a warzone. It was the balm to my anxious mind that I never knew I needed, but gratefully stood by.

We remained together in a comfortable silence (one I would most definitely would not have been comfortable with a while ago), staring ahead, watching the indecisiveness of the brooding clouds above. I wondered what the rest of the world was doing – if they might have been as calm and carefree as us, or if they were in some kind of peril, and the horrors of it were blocked out by the clouds.

I was drawn back to the present when I heard the click click click of Roze’s lighter. I turned my head and watched as she shielded the weak flame from the wind, lighting the cigarette that hung loosely from her lips.

“You smoke?” I asked.

“Sure do.” She replied nonchalantly. “Want one?” she extended her pack of cigarettes towards me.

I glanced at the box, feeling a sour taste in my mouth.

I lay on my stomach, my muscles still twitching and shaking as I tried to even out my breaths. Ghost had tossed a thin blanket over my lower half. I hadn’t even moved from the position he had ruthlessly fucked me in – my body ached too much to even try, and my mind was still recovering from the past hour.

I watch Ghost as he reclined next to me, pushing the bottom of his mask up to place a cigarette between his lips. It was the first time I had seen any part of his face all day. He grabbed his lighter from the pocket of his pants that were discarded on the floor, lighting the end of the cigarette and inhaling. He tossed the lighter back down to the floor as he tilted his head back, exhaling a long stream of smoke. I watched it swirl in the lamplight, settling in a cloud around us. He continued puffing, staring at the wall across from the bed as I lay beside him, although I felt worlds away from him.

He'd started off the night with a mountain of stress from a mission gone sideways. Instead of the usual slow build, where he would run his hands under my shirt and kiss my lips slowly and tenderly – he had walked in and immediately demanded I remove my clothes while he began stripping out of his. I had assumed tonight was going to be a passionate one, until he threw me onto my stomach and shoved my face into the pillows. It wasn’t the first time he’d been rough with me, but it wasn’t just rough – it felt dehumanizing. An hour of constant, merciless thrusts, and a hand around my neck that restricted both my blood flow and my oxygen, and I had fallen into a state of shock.

But, in the end, I was happy to be caged in by him again.

I was happy.

He turned his eyes towards me, seeming to sense that something was off. He exhaled another puff of smoke. “Everythin’ alright?” he asked, completely void of any genuine concern.

I met his eyes with my own. I felt like I shouldn’t have to answer the question, and it stirred up a bitterness in me. But I didn’t feel like arguing with him, and I certainly didn’t want him to leave – so I nodded my head, slowly blinking my eyes. “Just tired.”

He hummed and faced the wall again. He brought one of his knees up and rested his arm against it. “Want a smoke?” he asked, still looking away.

I shook my head as much as the pillow beneath me would allow. “No.” I replied.

He sighed disappointedly. Apparently, my lack of enthusiasm after being used like an old fucktoy was irking him.

To be fair, I never spoke up about how I felt.

He grunted and rose from his position, snuffing out his cigarette in the ashtray by my bed, and picking up his clothes and pulling them on. My heart ached slightly as I watched him slide his shirt over his torso. I felt the threat of tears sting in my eyes as I wished his hands were holding me instead, keeping me warm and grounded. He pulled his jeans on and fastened them, buckling his belt rather quickly; and all while he faced away from me.

“Well, I know you probably need some alone time.” He muttered, sliding the skull attachment over his mask. “So I’ll get going. I’ll see you around.”

He grabbed his tactical vest and jacket and slung them over his shoulder. He paused by the door. “Thanks for tonight.” He mumbled, before finally leaving the room and softly closing the door behind him.

My eyes lingered on the ashtray with the half-smoked cigarette. A thin trail of smoke plumed into the air – I wanted to throw the tray across the room and shatter it. But it was Ghost’s, so I couldn’t; I couldn’t regardless, because it was a piece of him that remained with me, even when he left.

That, and the smell of smoke.

“Nah, I’m good.” I replied, facing the cold, empty base ahead of me.

“Good.” She said, pinching the cigarette and blowing a stream of smoke. “Stay that way. Did you know these bastards give you cancer?”

I chuckled into the collar of my jacket. “Do they, now?”

She hummed affirmatively, sucking another breath in through the cancerous bastard. “Who would’ve thought…”

We fell back into silence. I continued watching the stillness of the base, trying to see if the sky would follow through with its promise to fall. Now that my free time wasn’t spent holed up in my room, it somehow felt like there were fewer ways to spend it. With another mission on the horizon – a simple recon, yet dauntingly close to a heavily-guarded compound – no one was out and about when they usually were. Finding Roze outside and seemingly not worried was usual, however, and a warm sight, compared to how the rest of the team was on edge. Even Askel seemed grumpier than most days.

I hadn’t been seeking out someone to spend time with, no… that I would never do (or admit). But talking to a familiar face provided a comfort I had grown to need over the past couple of months. And, frankly, I felt like Konig might be getting tired of how much I ran to him when I craved social interaction. Though he had never said anything about it, I felt like I needed to branch out to other team members than just my Colonel. One might think I was trying to kiss his ass (I knew the accusation had already crossed Juno’s mind, but the young soldier was good at holding his tongue – when Konig was around, at least).

“You ever think about how ‘little girl’ you would react to this?” Roze asked, and I turned to face her. She had her nose scrunched, and a tinge of pink dusted over her cold cheeks. “Guns, war, no playdates or days at the beach…”

I sighed. “Probably would have cried.” I replied, allowing my freezing nose to poke over the collar of my jacket. “Especially if I had known that being a princess now adays meant spending more time worrying about becoming a hostage than anything else.”

Roze chuckled. “It’s a good thing we didn’t know then.” Her face was mostly blank, but I thought I noticed a hint of bitterness in the way her gaze landed on the ground. I watched her flick her cigarette with a bit more aggression than usual. “I would’ve tried to convince my entire family to run away to Scotland, live in hiding and pretend the rest of the world was a dream.”

“Scotland?” I asked. Soap’s cocky grin and heavy Scottish accent stirred in my mind, but it felt like nothing more than a small cloud of dust.

“Yeah – heard it’s fucking gorgeous over there.” She waved her cigarette in no particular direction. “Now, I don’t know how peaceful it is in terms of politics and war, but it’s pretty spacious. Simple, too. I feel like if I talked about throwing all my shit away and becoming a fisherman for a living, I wouldn’t get people trying to talk me out of it like I would in the States.” She took another drag, and laughed out the smoke.

“Fisherman?”

“Yeah.” She chuckled, a hardened smile gracing her lips. “I don’t know why it sounds so appealing… it just does.”

I hummed and looked back out at the compound. I wondered about Roze’s past; she had never said or done anything to indicate that it was particularly rough, as it was for the majority of us (us – I still wasn’t used to including myself, but it was becoming more of a habit each time), but the weariness in her eyes when she spoke about her younger self made me question what that girl had been through. Maybe it was just nostalgia. A yen for simpler times. Roze seemed to appreciate the simple things in life.

“You know Askel goes ice fishing?” she said suddenly.

I smiled underneath my jacket. “Seems like something he would do.”

“Every winter.” She continued. She dropped her cigarette to the floor and crushed it into the gravel. “He takes about three weeks of leave, if we’re lucky enough to get it, and goes to Norway. Sits on a frozen lake for hours a day, just waiting for a fish.”

“You make it sound like he’s never caught one.” I point out, my eyes lingering on the cigarette.

She shrugged her shoulders. “So does he. Every time I ask him what he caught, he just laughs. Says he’s never expects to get a bite.”

I closed my eyes and hummed in response. It was easy to picture the scene – Askel, sitting on a thick layer of ice, nursing the hoppy beers that he and Konig loved so much and waiting for a fish to bite. I wondered if he even bothered to reel the line in when he did catch something. Or if he even went fishing at all. Maybe he just went out there to get a sense of peace, to pretend that war and death didn’t exist.

The motion of thick, heavy snowflakes falling from the sky caught my attention. They landed on the skin of my nose, resisting the warmth for a few moments, before they eventually melted into trickles of water. A sudden gust of wind blew a flurry of them towards us, making the both of us flinch.

Maybe fishing doesn’t sound too bad.

- - - -

The shooting range was mostly silent, save for the occasional conversation between me and Konig. The lights were low, easily illuminating the gunpowder and dust swirling in the air. Konig and I stared at the paper target as we analyzed my shots. A few hit dead center, although most of them were clustered around the lower left of the bullseye. My lips were pursed into a scowl as I glared at my sub-par aim – it wasn’t typically so awful, but of course it was while Konig had been watching.

“Eh, are you sure you didn’t lie on your paperwork about being a sniper?” Konig asked as he stood behind my left shoulder, taking the target from my hands and looking at it closely. “You weren’t even ten yards from it. This is very poor marksmanship.”

I scowled in embarrassment, taking my pistol to the counter and pulling out the mag. “Rough day.” I answered bluntly as I started packing more bullets into the small compartment. It wasn’t a lie – I had barely gotten any sleep the night before. I was in the middle of a rather interesting dream involving me and Ghost, until my alarm woke me up before anything of importance happened.

“Very bad…” he mumbled to himself. I clicked my tongue in annoyance.

“Y’know…” I grumbled, loading the mag back into the gun and shoving it in my holster, “I don’t like stereotyping, but the boot really does fit you.” I walked past him and out into the hallway, not waiting for him to follow.

“Hmm?” he made an indignant noise, momentarily stuck in his spot, before he came jogging after me. “What does that mean? What stereotype?”

I chuckled. “Haven’t you ever how Germans are extremely blunt?” I asked.

“Austrian.” He retorted. “Do I need to brand that onto my face for you?”

“Wouldn’t do me much good, with the mask ‘n all.” I replied.

He laughed – rather snorted, as usual – “Ah, you’re right. Maybe I am blunt – just as much as you are defensive.”

I stopped at the end of the hall, right in front of the exit. “Defe-“ I turned on my heel to scowl at him. “I am not defensive! Where did you get that idea?!”

He stopped behind me, his eyes widening. He gestured an open palm in my direction. “This.”

I huffed, turning back around to punch the door open. The snow from earlier that day had ceased, blanketing the base in a thin layer of white. The moon seemed that much brighter against the crystalized ground, and the yellow lights scattered across the compound made parts of the snow look like sandy dunes. My nose tingled from the nip of the chilly air, and I pulled my jacket tighter around my body as the door fell shut behind me and Konig.

“Well, what am I supposed to say when you call me defensive?”

“You could agree.”

“But I don’t.”

“Which proves my point.”

I huffed in frustration, despite the smirk curling on the edges of my lips. “So, either I have to agree with you, whether I really do or don’t, or you’ve corralled me into a paradox.”

I can practically hear the gears turning in his head. “A what?”

“A paradox, like a – y’know, never mind. It’s too difficult to explain.” I let him fall in step next to me, although he was the one who needed to slow down to match my pace. “We can just agree to disagree, how’s that?”

“Agreed.” He nodded, and I chuckled. “It won’t change the fact that I’m right, you know.” He added.

I bit my lip and tried to keep my smile from growing ridiculously larger. I looked up at him and patted his shoulder – he looked down at me, and the corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled back. A stray, reddish-brown curl poked through the side of his balaclava, and I found the miniscule detail warming my heart through the cold air. He felt real, and in this moment, too human for this kind of life.

“Why did you choose the military?” I asked, turning back to look at the ground as we walked.

He hummed. “Isn’t that every boy’s dream?”

“Well, yes – but most of the time, it never becomes more than that.” I responded.

He shoved his hands into his pockets, mimicking my own position. “I’m not really sure what made me push so much for it. I almost didn’t make it, for obvious reasons.”

I chuckled. “Size does matter, huh?”

He looked down at me with a deadpan gaze, one that I refused to meet. “It almost did, in a bad way. And I almost backed out before they could be the ones to turn me away. But, of course, they knew they would find some use for my size – so they took me in.”

“And what did they do with you?” I asked, looking back at him.

“A ‘human battering ram,’ as my superiors had so nicely called it.” He framed the description with his hands in the air, as if it had been written on a plaque. I laughed and looked back down at my feet.

“Seriously?” I asked. “So they just had you breaking down doors, and then what?”

Konig laughed with me. “Well, I still had a gun, so I was able to shoot, thank goodness. And I had a bit more gear so I wouldn’t break my bones against the doors – I still dislocated my shoulder a few times, however…” he rolled his left shoulder, as if there was still a lingering pain from how often he had thrown himself at doors. “It was actually during a period of recovery when I proved that I could still be a sniper. My shoulder was still healing, so I had to give up being a battering ram for a while. I was sat with Horangi on the side of the mountain to give him cover. Of course, he was ambushed – he had to fight the Arschgiege right when we were given the order to shoot, so I had to take position behind the gun.” I noticed that his chest was puffed out a bit from pride. “That really knocked their pants off.”

I chuckled, choosing to ignore the inaccuracy of his phrase. “Did it now?”

“It did.” He replied, then looked at the ground. “For a moment. I got a good earful for overstepping boundaries that day, but it’s what ultimately landed me here – so I’m grateful for it.”

I nodded and hummed. “What was Horangi picked for?”

Konig shrugged, his hands now back in his pockets. “He never said what he and Commander had spoken about in his office. But, even if he wasn’t chosen – I like to think we come as a package. If I go, he goes, if he doesn’t, I don’t.”

I felt my heart warm at his words. The memory of how Juno had described Konig couldn’t be farther from my mind. It almost felt like I was talking to someone I briefly crossed paths with in my youth – not a war criminal, not the bloody and stiff soldier who had stepped onto the heli after our first mission. I envied his ability to separate his work stress from the time he had in between missions.

“Why did you decide to join?” He asked, catching me off guard.

It was only fair that I opened up to him, since he was so willing to do the same. Always the one to go first, too. But I had to be careful. I didn’t want this to turn into a pity party, and I didn’t want to dig anything up that I had worked so hard to bury deep beneath my subconscious.

“I was… a weird kid. Like you.” I said, making Konig scoff and roll his eyes. “Looking back now, I hate my younger self. I was so sensitive to what people thought about me, and I just wanted to be independent and strong. I wanted to be a ‘different girl.’” I gritted out the words that left a sour taste in my mouth. “I think I just wanted attention at first – of course, when I heard how everyone said they hated how annoying teenage girls were, and how gullible and weak they were, it just – it made me change. I wanted to prove everyone wrong, it wasn’t just about being different anymore. So, as soon as I turned old enough, I enlisted. Didn’t get to Navy SEAL right away, of course… but I joined every program I was allowed in until I could submit my application.”

I sighed, then chuckled. “Thought my family would say they were proud, that I was successful, that I was doing a good job… they were just angry. Said I was throwing my life away for business that didn’t involve our country.” I opened my mouth to say more, but I ended up scoffing and closing it once again. I felt like I had shared enough.

I looked at Konig, expecting him to acknowledge what I said. “That’s how the story goes…” he would say. But, when I met his gaze, I only saw concern. His brow was creased with what I imagined was pity, and my stomach churned. It was the exact opposite of the reaction I had hoped for. I only wanted to share stories with him, and now it was… this.

“I think you made the right choices.” He said, and I looked away.

“You don’t need to make me feel better, Konig. I appreciate it, but-“

“I’m not just trying to make you feel better.” He said, his accent slightly thicker from his exasperation. “You’re good at what you do. Your parents are just probably worried for you, and they don’t know how to show it.”

I bit down on my tongue, my eyes settling on the building in front of us with a hard expression. If only.

“Maybe that’s it.” I muttered, hoping he would drop the subject. He seemed to understand, and turned to look ahead with a disappointed sigh. My heart sank the tiniest bit at the sound, and I internally scolded myself. Still a people-pleaser, apparently.

We continued walking in silence, the buzz of the lights above us mimicking the static of a communication system that had been severed in a time where it was needed most. The edge of the barracks appeared into our view, just around the corner of the arsenal sheds that stood between us and our destination. I continued to stare at the ground, pretending to watch my steps and try to not slip on the snowy asphalt. My heart twisted with each second of silence that sat thickly between us. It wasn’t technically a fight, but somehow, it felt worse. It felt like the first time I had pissed him off, the first time we had spoken to each other – and god, did I already hate myself for the way I had acted towards him during those first few weeks. I didn’t want to drive another wedge between us, not after the ones that had already been worked back out.

I exhaled heavily through my nose. “Sorry.” I mumbled quietly, but loud enough that I knew it reached his ears. “Sensitive topics.”

He flitted his eyes in my direction, but didn’t bother to move his head. He sighed, and I nearly jolted when I felt his wide hand on my upper back. It rubbed back and forth, and it took me an embarrassingly long time to realize that he was comforting me. Or, trying to, at least.

“I know.” He said, and his hand rested on my shoulder. “I’m sorry for pushing you.”

I didn’t know how to respond. I was stuck on the feeling of the roughness of his palm, which I could gleam through the fabric of my jacket. How his fingers squeezed gently and released twice. There was no hidden meaning, no forced contact or any kind of attempt to put context into the touch. It was… natural. Warm, comforting, and it spoke a thousand words that I wouldn’t have been able to stomach if he had said them. It broke past my self-hatred and walls of ‘don’t be weak’ that I would have used as my defense if he had tried to verbally convey any sort of consolation. It was the first time I didn’t feel awkward about being so close to him, let alone when he was touching me. I wondered if he did this on purpose, or if he had no idea what he was doing at all.

I let myself stand nearer to him, almost tucked under his arm. I looked up and smiled as genuinely as I could – not that it was hard for me, but because I wanted to make sure that he really knew how much I appreciated the gesture. Although, if he knew that this simple act of comfort would pierce through my outer shell, was it really necessary?

“Thank you, Konig.” I said.

He looked down at me and smiled. That damn smile. I wondered how much more refreshing it would be when he wasn’t wearing his mask. It was already too much for my soul to bear when it was just the crinkling in his eyes that I could see.

“Anytime, Bonnie.” He replied, patting my shoulder before tucking his hand back into his pocket. I grieved minimally at the loss of the touch, but I was happy for what it was. “And I mean it. Anytime you need to talk – or not talk, and do that empty staring that you do – just come find me.”

I quirked an eyebrow in his direction. “Anytime?” I asked amusedly.

“Mhm!” Konig replied, his eyes on the ground as he watched his steps. Then, the realization hit him, and his eyes went wide with panic. “Oh- well, eh- I guess, not anytime-“

“You gonna tell me when?” I joked, and he laughed. “You need an open/closed sign on your door.” I jogged ahead, trying to reach the door to the barracks before he did.

“How about this?” he called out, and I could hear the grin behind his mask. “I’ll nail a chalkboard to my door, and if I’m busy, I’ll draw a stick guy jerking off in his bed!”

My cheeks burned after I heard him. “No!” I shrieked, laughing nervously. “You’ll traumatize Juno!” I quickly tried to pin this on someone other than me.

“Juno, hah?” Konig teased, and I had half a mind to run into the building and leave him on the quad. “I don’t care about him. Kid needs to be traumatized.”

I laughed and threw my head back, turning the corner around the arsenal shed. “That’s not very-“

Immediately, my heart leapt into my throat, and I gasped. Konig nearly ran into my back as he skidded to a halt.

Sick, sick, what the fuck, I feel sick-

“Stimmt etwas nicht?” he asked, concerned. “What- oh, scheisse-“

We both stared at the bird on the ground. A crow from the looks of it, though it was hard to even decipher that it was a bird in the first place, due to the state it was in. Its belly had been cut open, entrails and bloody bits pulled from the abdomen and strewn to either side of the bird. Its wings were stretched to their full capacity and most likely beyond it, crushed and missing a large number of feathers. Both of the legs appeared to have been ripped off and tossed to the left of the crow. Its beak was the worst of it all: pried open, the jaw probably broken from how wide it was spread. A haunting look of terror in the crow’s red, glossy eyes made a violent shiver run up my spine.

I exhaled shakily, my eyes still glued to the horror. “Holy shit – what the-“

Konig quickly walked around me and knelt in front of the crow. I shifted to look over his shoulder, still fearfully curious, but he held a hand out behind him, urging me to stay in place. With his other hand, he pulled at one of the bird’s wings, stiff and heavy. Whether it was frozen from the cold, or this was the effects from rigor mortis, I couldn’t tell.

“How – did a fucking fox do that?!” I asked. Are there even foxes in this area? How the hell did one get on base?

“Nein.” Konig replied, still looking at the corpse. His gaze fell upon it with a sense of… familiarity, maybe? “Not a fox, no.”

“Then what? It – whatever it was didn’t even eat-“

“I’ll take care of this.” Was all Konig said. He stood up and marched past me – I was barely able to catch a glimpse of his furious expression. His eyes were hard and narrow, and as he walked away, I noticed that his shoulders were tense and his hands were balled into fists. I didn’t dare say anything to him; he almost looked the same way he did after our first mission together, except this time, his anger seemed to be directed at something, instead of just a post-mission adrenaline high.

“I’ll see you later.” He said over his shoulder. There was an obvious fury to his words, and although I knew it wasn’t intended towards me, it still made me freeze where I stood – almost as if I might anger him more simply by taking a step after him.

Whatever it is… I thought, watching him disappear into the compound, he’s sorting it out. I can take care of myself. Although, with such an abrupt and tense departure, I was at a loss on what to do next. I looked back at the bird; its terrified eyes locked onto the sky above it, frozen in its last wish to fly away from whatever horror it endured.

A shiver ran up my spine, prompting me to look away.

- - - -

Taglist: @igotmajordaddyissues @princekonig @vixionix @v3lv3tvampir3 @theoneandonlykymberlee @luvvnightingalee @dillybuggg @sun-joo @perfectus-in-morte @evilive @satakingslime @comfortless

Please let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist!

#konig x reader #konig x reader smut #konig cod #konig smut #call of duty #cod x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x reader smut #ghost cod #cod #konig #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x reader

[vexillology-for-brains]

Beautiful Non-National Flags, Part 1

So many people see and love the flags of the 193 UN recognized nations, but I want to take a look at a few of my favorite regional/provincial/people group flags around the world.

One of my favorite flags, and I think one of the most beautiful flags, is the banner of East Turkestan

The Kökbayraq, or sky flag, represents both the geographic region of East Turkestan, and the Uyghur people, a Turkic people group located in what is now Xinjiang Autonomous Region, People's Republic of China (PRC). The flag was flown by the short lived (one year) reign of the Republic of East Turkestan (1933-34), and has been used by the diaspora of the Uyghur people as they flee the authoritarian rule of the PRC. In the modern day, it serves as symbol of protest against the ongoing genocide being conducted by the Chinese Communist Property.

The beautiful simplicity of the flag and its striking blue color make the flag instantly eye-catching. It's similarity to the Turkish flag is no coincidence, it was designed to harken back to the Turkish flag. The beautiful sky blue represents all Turkic people. While the crescent and star can represent Islam, in this flag the crescent represents the idea of being victorious, and the star represents the nation itself.

The flag follows a 2:3 ratio and all of the design aspects follow the same guidelines as the flag of Türkiye. It was formalized and adopted in 1993 and the East Turkestan Government in Exile claims it at the official flag of the Republic of East Turkestan

As this is a flag I personally own, I'm more than happy to fly it when I can and speak about it. This flag is easily in my Top Ten list because of it's beauty, and I've used the the exact shade of blue in a couple of flag designs.

I highly recommend anyone interested research the culture and history of the Uyghur people, and learn about their plight as they're subjugated under the iron fist of the Chinese Communist Party.

#vexillography #vexillology #flag design #flag #flag summary #east turkestan #xinjiang #free east turkistan #flag of ethnic group #nonnational flag #regional flag #uyghurs

[octuscle]

Chronivac Support! Help! I, out of curiosity, started tinkering with settings. I accidentally fucked up the range! It keeps saying “Error: Range at maximum, unable to decrease range at this time. Error code R-408, please contact Chronivac Support”. What’s the maximum range?!? Because I also accidentally hit the “alpha Arab” preset under the popular presets thing!

…so, how badly did I mess things up? Is everyone on my block going to change? Everyone in my neighborhood? Or did I really, really screw things up even more?

Well… What can I say… We already had a quite similar case…

However, I had hoped that after the experience we had there, the possibility of mass changes would have been deactivated… Obviously the automatic update did not work for you. And now we are in trouble! At least I was able to stop all pending transformations. And that were DAMN many!

Unfortunately, there are also a lot of transformations running within a radius of 5,000 km around your location. There are really many of them. In the meantime, I have found out that usually random people were selected for the transformation and this then "infected" people in their immediate vicinity. Here, for example, it hit the chess club of a small town in northern Spain. The transformation has progressed to different degrees. Not everyone has a beard yet… But all are already cut and are on the way to the sunset prayer. When the prayer is over, the man in the middle will be the muezzin of his congregation. And the four other students of a Koran school. With takke on their heads and bushy full beards.

These two guys here worked in Bavaria as social workers in a project for young people. The transformation on the body has only begun, in mind it is already quite far advanced. Neither of them speaks a word of German anymore. At most, they still speak a gibberish that is made up of German, Turkish and Arabic. And they are no longer interested in the socialization of young people. Their lives now take place only between the gym, the shisha bar and the car-tuning garage where they work. It won't be long before they're casually hanging their monstrous arms out of the windows while cruising in their show-off cars.

And really hard hit was this cricket team in Bath in southern England. Not much is left of the snow-white clothing. The audience has also been hit hard. Turkish oil wrestling is on its way to becoming the new English national sport.

Amazing enough: you are obviously not a bit concerned…. But if you're into cut dicks of Arab alpha stallions, you'll have plenty to choose from in the near future. And I've got a hell of a lot to do to fix the mess you've made.

Pictures are from @lovelyangryheart and @kiffarab

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #male transformation #muscle transformation #race change

[indigostudies]

it's been a while—a bit more than six months!—since i first made an intro post for this blog, and since then, i've gained a lot of followers, and my focuses have shifted slightly, so i wanted to make a langblr reintro post to reflect that.

you can call me jiayi (家宜). 2023-2024 is my third year in post-secondary education overall, and my first year working on my bachelor's degree.

originally, i was an intended combination STEM-humanities major, but due to a variety of reasons, i am now exclusively focusing on humanities. my majors are chinese, middle eastern languages and cultures, and linguistics. i'm also passionate about translation and sexuality studies and asian languages in general, especially turkic and sinitic languages.

i am west asian and speak english, chinese, and turkish as my mother tongues, and i am more or less functionally conversational in german, at around a B1 level. my current language focuses for independent study are kazakh and korean, but i'm also interested in mongolian, vietnamese, shanghainese, and kurmanci.

for my study tools, you can find an ask i answered here that extensively details what programmes, apps, and sites i use to study (slightly out of date currently, but not wildly so). besides that, you can find my collection of resource posts generally under the tag #resources, my chinese-specific posts under #汉语, and answered asks under #inbox.

i'm always open to asks and dms! i want to use this account as a resource for other people with interest in learning languages, and i'd love to make friends :)

#langblr #langblr intro #langblr reintro #chinese langblr #mandarin langblr #uni student #college student #undergrad #pinned intro #indigostudies #indigo ink

[mightyflamethrower]

On Saturday, Iran initiated a barrage of drones and ballistic missiles at Israel. Thankfully, most of them were successfully intercepted and caused minimal damage. Of course, in a stunning move, President Biden is pushing Israel not to retaliate. It's hard to imagine why Biden would do that, except when you consider that Joe Biden has been appeasing Iran since his days as Barack Obama's vice president.

With that in mind, it's also not surprising—though it's still shocking— that Joe Biden not only had prior knowledge of Iran's assault on Israel but also technically gave it the green light under certain conditions, according to a report from the Jerusalem Post.

Iran informed Turkey in advance of its planned operation against Israel, a Turkish diplomatic source told Reuters on Sunday, adding that Washington had conveyed to Tehran via Ankara that any action it took had to be "within certain limits." Turkey, which has denounced Israel for its campaign on Gaza, said earlier on Sunday that it did not want a further escalation of tensions in the region. The Turkish source, speaking on condition of anonymity, said Turkish Foreign Minister Hakan Fidan had spoken to both his US  Iranian counterparts in the past week to discuss the planned Iranian operation, adding Ankara had been made aware of possible developments.  Earlier this week, US Secretary of State Antony Blinken spoke to Fidan to make clear that escalation in the Middle East was not in anyone's interest. "Iran informed us in advance of what would happen. Possible developments also came up during the meeting with Blinken, and they (the US) conveyed to Iran through us that this reaction must be within certain limits," the source said.

I've said before that, despite his public support for Israel, Biden has not been a friend to the Jewish state. And this report proves that. Joe Biden publicly told Iran not to attack Israel. When it was clear they didn't give a hoot what he said, the Biden administration basically said it was fine to attack Israel as long as the attack was "within certain limits." 

And then Joe went on vacation.

Related: Trump Warned We Were on the Brink of WWIII Under Joe Biden, and He’s Been Proven Right

Considering the size and intensity of the attack, it's reasonable to question whether Iran heeded that warning, but I would say it's obvious Iran's leaders did not. 

So, let's recap the facts here: Joe Biden told Iran's leaders not to attack Israel, but they ignored him. Then he said they could attack Israel with some restrictions, though they clearly ignored that as well. Now, Biden is telling Israel not to retaliate.

In short, Biden is still appeasing Iran.

Why is Joe Biden still kowtowing to Iran and throwing Israel under the bus? I can't answer that, but I know that Israel can't listen to Biden because doing so threatens its existence. 

Will the mainstream media report on this interesting development? Not likely. Make no mistake about it: The media will always cover for Joe Biden. They will spin this conflict as Joe Biden displaying leadership and resolve on the world stage. They’ll prop Biden up as a strong and confident leader, hoping it will become true if they repeat the lie often enough, while we're supposed to pretend that we're not on the precipice of World War III.

Future generation will say....."Look right here. This is where America sealed it's doom. They never came back after that."

[itstokkii]

do you think they have any shared interest or hobbies :0

they definitely bake! uzbekistan was nomadic for a while before settling down, so the food she has is definitely tasty, but for survival. making something sweet would have been a luxury these nomadic tribes didn't feel the need to have, hence her small array of desserts.

turkey however was given a lot of time to sit down and crave something sweet. not just that, he was surrounded by cultures that had something to bring to the table, which is how you get food like baklava, lokum, kunefe, and others.

so you have someone who doesn't know how to bake, and someone who has years of experience. he'd definitely teach her how to bake sweet treats!

in turn, she teaches him how to make her food: dimlama, somsa, and of course, osh/plov! heavy emphasis on the last one, this one time turkish food creators were trying to cook osh, they did it in a frypan... WHERES YOUR WOK !!

but its ok because when uzbekistan teaches turkey to make uzbek pahlava, he almost cries inside. raisins?? a meringue layer?? what??

they both also watch turkish dramas. though it's funny because when they watch it at her house, some parts sadik was absolutely sure were in the episode are just gone.

🇺🇿: see we had to get rid of the not halal parts of the episode

🇹🇷: so you got rid of like. half the episode???

🇺🇿: i got jumpscared by a guy and a girl eating their faces off once it's not happening again

so anyways the marketing team for mendirman jaloliddin definitely called them over and took promotional pics with them.

they also probably watch those russian true crime dramas about cases from the ussr(rip uzb is a true crime girly)

dancing! when turkey goes to uzbek weddings with her, she(and the local grandmas) teach him how to dance. she falls on the floor in stitches every time. halay is easier for her to get used to, until the music randomly speeds up and slows down.

unrelated but... in my mind...miss nargiza is so so good at lazgi. this is my sign to draw her in a lazgi fit. it's how she trains herself to smile at world meetings, since you need to keep a smile on the whole time. watching her dance is...kinda uncanny...

museums, sometimes? uzbekistan loves going to art and history museums, she likes looking at the legacy her people have left behind! she brings turkey along as well. depending on what kind of museum, he'd be down for it or he'll pass

🇹🇷: but i've already seen you in those outfits like 3 centuries agooooo

🇺🇿: ok but have you seen these tapestries?? never probably

music. rubob-baglama duo when

reading! i like to think sometimes they'll chill and read

oh omg clothes shopping too. again I can see turkey flip flopping around: sometimes he likes it sometimes he hates it but I imagine they spend time picking out each others' outfits <3

#hetalia #aph uzbekistan #hws uzbekistan #aph turkey #hws turkey #nargiza yusufqizi #sadik adnan #turkuzbek #tokki writes #tokki answers

[guardevoir]

Fiber arts update:

Warped the loom for a second, simple scarf for practice purposes: (the camera is lying to you btw, the blue is actually really vibrant)

I'm figuring out several things here: Firstly, just plain horizontal stripes are boring. Secondly, my shuttle is a mess because I didn't pay attention to the direction colors would be coming off of it again. Made it work, but notes taken for next time. Thirdly, I've found SO many fun and spicy new ways to utterly fuck up my warp tension! I am studying those fuck-ups like particularly odd bugs. Fourthly, there are ALSO so many interesting ways to fuck up your selvedges! The same thing applies. Fifthly, despite all the ????? I've got going on, I adore doing this nonsense and I can't wait to have my wheel free so I can spin for weaving.

Then, spindles! Still working on the alpaca/merino stuff on the big spindle, and having an excellent time with it, even if alpaca is fuzzy bullshit. I like the way this spindle spins; the slowness of it takes some getting used to, but the more rim-weighted distribution of the weight here is just so forgiving and chill compared to my regular bottom-whorl spindle. You have to fuck up SO badly to drop this one by comparison, too.

Then, the viscose nonsense is also progressing well: Worked on it on the train a lot a couple days ago, because that's something you can actually do with a spindle that small - less space being taken up by the spindle shaft means more space for yarn, even while sitting. Pretty neat!

And on my regular spindle, I've got Merino/silk now! 'Tis the season for not having a single easy, straightforward fiber on a drop spindle, apparently.

Didn't get too much done on it yet, mostly because this one's harder to use while sitting than the Turkish ones and I haven't done a lot of standing around lately.

And on the wheel, I still have the royal blue Merino I'm working on. Also not a huge amount of progress there because I've been out and about quite a bit (also, new shiny loom), but I'm slowly chipping away at it every day!

And on a Temperature Project note: Still haven't made a decision; I'm just tracking temperatures for now while I figure out what I want to do.

I'm also currently looking at blending boards so I can get more creative with my yarns, but idk whether to go for 19cm or 40cm width, and whether I want a prebuilt one or trust myself to find a good cutting board and handle a staple gun.

#guardy's fiber arts tag #hand spinning #yarn spinning #drop spindle #turkish spindle #rigid heddle weaving

[queenofpurgatoryq]

KURAK GÜNLER / BURNİNG DAYS

TD;lr: Turkish goverment is trying to mess up a movie with a queer storyline, its a great movie and you should watch it to support it.

9/10

Besides the stunning cinematography and excellent acting by all of the leads (especially Selahattin Paşalı), this movie is a setting stone for Turkish cinema for a political reason, too.

TURKISH GOVERMENT AND QUEER SUBTEXT

Without giving the plot away, I want to note that while I would not consider this movie as 'queer cinema' it has a storyline revolving around its two male leads, their chemistry is undeniable and one of the main drivers of the story.

The spoiler free version is that, there is a queer relationship and even while it does not have explicit scenes, it has been getting a lot of attention from right wing media from the moment it aired in festivals. After negative press about "homosexual propoganda" the ministry of culture decised to "get their funding back, with interest."

This is the most pathatic thing I've ever heard tbh. The movie's first draft apparently did not include a queer aspect to the two leads' relationship and the ministery approved to support it. (Its an art house film that was suppose to attend many festivals world wide and it is currently doing so.) Then they revised the script and sent it to do the ministery as well, 20 months ago. And now they want their money back because homophobes are mad.

I believe anyone who lives in a country with corruption (I guess most of the world, sadly) will relate heavily to this story and share the frustration of living in an unjust world.

A QUICK SUMMARY WITHOUT SPOILERS

Hopefully you are as pissed as I'm and would like to watch this movie to say 'fuck you' to bigots, you should be able to find it many cities in Turkey and Europe.

The movie revolves around a young prosecutor named Emre and it starts with him moving to a small town. The elections are close and the town has a plotically divided atmosphere and Emre finds himself in the middle of an open case that revolves around the town's water source.

The movie highlights the injustices of a currupt town and a goverment and the helpless feeling of trying to fight this injustices but struggle at every turn. Along side a rape case of a young girl, the town's main focus shifts to a rumor of the nature of two men. This highlights the irony- nobody cares about a Romani girl getting raped, but everybody talks about these men. Its frustrating, the movie set in a setting without water, everybody is thirsty, its hot and its suffocating. The setting creates a helpless feeling in Emre and the viewer.

It is an absolute thriller that had me at the edge of my seat. At Emre's every moment where he stood his ground, I was holding my breath.

QUEER "SUBTEXT"

If you read this far and want to now more and do not care about SPOILERS, go ahead.

The queer relationship revolves around the prosecutor Emre and the town's journalist Murat. Their relationship was definietly beyond subtext, eventhough it was open to intrepretation to how far they have gone with each other, it was clear they were drawn to each other one way or another.

The relationship is beyond subtext because for starters, Murat is introduced as an outcast of the town, a journalist with a sharp tongue and from the start people tell Emre of his 'unorthodox ways'. Murat's sexual oriantation is a talk of the town and its clear that he had been bullied and harrased for a long time. As they get close, both the nature of their relationship is questioned as well as their their stand against town's traditions.

The lack of clear water in town was portrayed stunningly. Especially for Emre's and Murat's relationship. Everytime they were around each other, it was near a lake or a shower and even then they were not able to relax due to external pressure of the events around them.

All in all, Selahhatin Paşalı's portrayel was amazing, his feelings were more subtle and open to intrepretation yet much more powerful in my opinion. I liked that even in very intimiate moment they were calling each other Mr. And called each other with the formal 'you' until the very end.

The main focus of the movie is not their love story yet their dynamic elevates the rest of the story and brings attention to very important topics. I hope it will get the attention it deserves, from outside of Turkey, too.

#kurak günler #burning days #selahattin paşalı #ekin koç #movies #turkish cinema #queer cinema

[avenger-nerd-mom]

In case you didn't know-

All the posts I've had the last year with "character inspo" and photos and gifs of the HOT Turkish actor, Can Yaman-

That book is now available! It's sweet and steamy-

Which is a little problem...

The Zon has started to crack down on independent authors and their content. If books are marked 'erotica' or 'not suitable for readers under 18,' book titles and authors are not popping up on general searches on that website. The Zon has even limited regions of the world where books with those designations can even be sold- for example, even though both of the male characters in Since Forever are Indian, the book can't be purchased in India!

So even though I've got this great romance (I might be biased), readers can't FIND it unless they know about it.

So if you found my Can posts, or if you supported me when I wrote fan fiction, please share this post!

Up and coming artist, MinaDot, created the commission artwork for the cover. Honestly it brings tears to my eyes every time I see it!

Since Forever

He’s the internet’s new boyfriend, but to her, he’s the one that got away.

Successful journalist Andi Jennings has been sent to write a fluff piece about social media influencer Arin Collins, and she’s not happy about it. Back home, he’s the boy next door, her high school nemesis… And her former college sweetheart.

While on assignment, Andi unexpectedly runs into Arin’s older brother, Rayaan. After all these years, Rayaan is still guiding Arin’s actions and behaviors- only this time, professionally, as his manager.

Andi hasn’t seen Rayaan in years, but their connection when they meet again is undeniable. Sparks fly in all directions as their families get together for fun on the lake, just like old times.

Barely able to wrap her head around the two handsome brothers vying for her attention, this plus-sized, independent woman is torn between the pull of her past relationship and the temptation of a new one. Andi is faced with an impossible choice, one that could change everything.

***

Thank you for all the support you've shown me over the years! This story has a lot of special meaning to me and I'd love for more readers to find it. It has my signature sassy, curvy girl main character, and devilishly handsome love interests. It's got heat in just the right places, and you can read it all on the page.

A perfect HOT summer read!

Love,

Cass

Since Forever

#can yaman #character inspo #support writers #writers of tumblr #romance books #romance novels #amazon #indie author #share the love #cass michaels #since forever #anm

[zalrb]

did you like chronicles of narnia? i don't think I've ever seen you talking about it and i would love to hear your thoughts on the movies and/or the books if you have anything to say

hmm, yeah, i don't think i've ever spoken about the chronicles of narnia, i liked it a lot as a kid but it never really stayed with me as an adult probably because without getting into the blatant religious overtones, it really is quite heavy-handed and very much for children although i did write a paper in high school basically saying that while i was a fan of harry potter, the books just treaded on a lot of what narnia and lotr already did hahaha. some notes my teacher had about my premise, which is interesting

the first thing i ABSOLUTELY need to say about narnia is that as a kid, i read the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe many times. i read it at home (there was this actually this one audio book that me and dad listened to when that i really loved because of one line when lucy takes them to the wardrobe and it's still just a wardrobe and peter in the most sarcastic voice goes, "what a surprise" and i BURST out laughing particularly since i don't think that's even in the book??) then we read it in my grade 3 class and one day my teacher brought in turkish delight and i was freaking the fuck out because i always wanted to know what was SO good about turkish delight that edmund would sell out his entire fucking family, i was like i need to know what this tastes like. my teacher, miss k, took out this really pretty red tin and i was excited AS FUCK. then i tasted it. i don't think i have ever been more disappointed in my entire fucking life. i HATED it, i hated the texture, i hated the taste, i was furious. and i remember talking to my teacher because she was like you have to understand that they're growing up during the war and things like candy were a luxury and i was like fine but for THIS candy? no. absolutely not. no. nope. NOPE. flashforward to about three days ago, i'm scrolling through IG and there's this one reel where this woman was like, ok we need to discuss edmund and turkish delight again because i know we ate it and were like this is a mediocre treat (for me i actually almost threw up when i took a bite so a bit worse than mediocre) and she reread the passage where he eats it and c.s. lewis describes it as basically once you eat it, you just want to eat more so the woman in the reel was like edmund basically gave up his family for the kiddie version of cocaine so we should be more lenient and i was like LMAO fair.

so, for the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe i remember thinking the movie was pretty much exactly how i pictured the book. except for the white witch that's not how i pictured her but i was like, that's absolutely edmund and lucy and susan and peter, that is great casting and i particularly liked when mr. tumnus gets lucy to sleep because i thought the movie really elevated that part of the book and really leaned into the eeriness and creepiness of it. aslan's death was also very stressful for me.

OKAY. prince caspian. i haven't seen prince caspian since i saw it in theatres so i'm only going on what i remember from the movie, which is that i didn't like it, i didn't like the peter vs. caspian (ugh demon eyes) thing because that's not what happens in the book if i remember correctly and it seemed unnecessary and it made me uncomfortable because susan and caspian were having their little thing whatever that was and peter felt like his authority was threatened and it oddly felt like a weird love triangle because susan was caught in the middle and i was like i don't like any of this, please keep it. and i didn't like it so much that i didn't bother watching voyage of the dawn treader.

i really liked the magician's nephew, which is probably the most overlooked book of the series even though it starts it, i was obsessed with the wood between worlds as a kid, i just loved the way it was described

kind of like how i was obsessed with the ents in high school, lmao, i just harp on things sometimes, out of all of them, i actually think it's the most magical book.

[shepherds-of-haven]

Hello :) I've been obsessively lurking for a few days (hope it's okay!) and I'm absolutely in awe at your worldbuilding and story. It's SO catchy and captivating, I can say without exaggeration the best thing I've read in 2022 and one of the best fictional settings Ever. the fact it's fantasy and still brilliantly unique and very interesting among a sea of elves vs humans worlds is like… writing goals. amazing. bowing and clapping rn thank you for writing it <3 it lives in my head rent free rn and forever, i think i read the first 3 chapters too much i memorized it @_@

plus: I was so caught off guard by the Turkish swear word I stared at it for a while lmao like.. am I hallucinating.. oh no no that is turkish :o

Ah, I'm so glad you're enjoying the game, thank you so much for your very kind words! 💖 They're really motivating! (And I don't mind lurking/enjoying the blog at all, that's what we're here for!)

And haha, I've talked about this before, but yes, there are some real-life curse words peppered throughout the game that I wasn't originally aware were Earth words! I started writing the world of the game somewhere around 20 years ago, so my memory is definitely fuzzy, but I'm 95% sure what happened was that I typed in "fantasy curse word generator" or maybe just "curse word generator," assuming it would feed me a combination of syllables like any other generator I used at the time (and still use to this day)--like if you type in "goblin words generator," it'll give you a lot of words that sound "goblin-ish," perhaps with a lot of z's and v's or what have you--but whatever generator I used just fed me swear words from other languages, which I just assumed were made-up! :') Now that it's been pointed out to me, I think it's quite a funny goof, but I hope you enjoyed the surprise! 😂

#Shepherds of Haven #FAQ #curse words #swear words #<3

[katieslittlethoughts]

istanbul!

last week I had the absolute privilege of going to Istanbul on a study trip ! I've been taking a history class about the middle east and it's been the first class in college where I feel like I'm learning things I have never been taught about. the lack of knowledge we're taught about the middle east is embarrassing.

there was so much history everywhere in Istanbul -- I'm seriously so glad I went with my school so that I could take advantage of having guided tours and having someone else show me things I should do around Istanbul. Since I went during Ramadan it was very interesting to go into different restaurants that didn't serve food until sundown.

while in Istanbul I got a Hamam and wow...seriously one of the best experiences of my life. I'll admit, I might be singing a different tune about my trip if it wasn't for the Hamam. traveling with 30 people is no joke, lots of different personalities, waiting around, and my friends and I got lost in the Grand Bazaar.

the cats around Istanbul was also so special. I love how everyone takes care of these cats and that they go into the stores and sleep. speaking of stores, the stores in Istanbul was also a definite highlight. I got some silk scarves, so many rings, a bracelet, and other knic-knacks.

overall I had a fantastic time in Istanbul and enjoyed that the city sat right between two different continents: Asia and Europe! I have some Turkish Lira left so Istanbul has definitely not seen the last of me...

#study abroad #studyabroad #studygram #study inspiration #studyblr #paris #college #university #life lessons #daily life #self reflection #istanbul #turkiye

[slaymate]

So what is the story behind your Hades x Persephone AU? I don't know much about modern Greek history or the fire you've referenced, and I'd love to learn more!

Thank you for asking! The various historical retellings I've come up with were mainly in response to Westernized versions of the myth, as a way to reclaim the story a little. The retelling you mean is probably the 1920s one, which is what I've been drawing almost exclusively these past few years. These OCs are very dear to me and have at this point turned into individual characters instead of simple alternate versions of ancient deities, but the parallels remain.

I've given a summary before, and the plot is still the same, but in case you don't want to go through all those bullet points: The Hades & Persephone AU I draw and call Phlegethon is a love story about two riches-to-rags Greek refugees from Asia Minor, who meet and aid each other during the Great Fire of Smyrna, but end up setting up a fake marriage to survive in mainland Greece, only to find themselves falling in love while forced to share a room (it's grumpy and sunshine, but grumpy sleeps on the floor).

While I, to my knowledge, have no roots in Asia Minor, I've been interested in the fallout of that Greco-Turkish War ever since I read a (very graphic) Greek children's book about it some 20 years ago. I keep doing research in my free time and adding to the OC lore, which I'm always happy to talk about when prompted! I know I've said before that I have no plans to ever write a novel, but now I might as well, with all the time that has gone into this fancy of mine.

#ngl I've dabbled in creative writing #who knows... when I retire there might be some time #(clown emoji) #answered #OC lore

[tetsunabouquet]

The Wicked Powers Book 1: Heir To The Lands Forword;

Alright, considering books usually start with a forward, and I am hereby making my own ideal imagined version of TWP, I have decided to start each book with a forword too.

Well, hi everyone. I have been working on drafts for this for like, forever. This is a project I've been really wanting to do for a while now.

I'm one of the Shadowhunter Chronicles OG fans as I picked up the Dutch City Of Bones translation not long after it came out. I've been here before the movie and everything, I even was one of the first admins on the Dutch Shadowhunters wiki and made like, the first few character pages before I quit because of my personal life demanding me to do so.

So I'm making this project with nothing but love for the franchise in my heart.

It's just that there are the occasional things I cannot look away from, precisely because I'm a long-time fan of Cassie and now some of her old fanfic work like the entire Draco trilogy.

Like the fact almost every big, romantic male love interest being clearly inspired by either Draco or Harry and many of their love interests/heroine of the story clearly being inspired by Hermione or Ginny. And I can definitely see the self-insert allegations happening even in her portrayal of Ginny.

Which, on the topic of Dru and the way she got portrayed to be 'mature for her age', etc because she has curves, to be low-key fetishizing and sexualizing a character who was thirteen at the time. The fact Dane even gets killed for it should mean it's fucking wrong but the way her love interests were already set up and set up to be physically older then her is sending alarm bell after the other off- trying to introduce Faerie time shennanigans to twist this into NOT resembling grooming or ending up with shady age gaps is just problematic.

If you have to introduce various twists and turns to make a ship NOT seem icky, then it's a bad ship to begin with. This is why there are people who still don't like Clace because the numerous of twists and turns to not make it seem incest-y (and Jace is technically still her adopted brother thanks to Valentine), just makes for a poor ship.

I'm definitely trying to steer away from that throughout my version of TWP, though for the sake of interesting drama and actually making a good stance on this subject; this will be a topic throughout the entirety of my version of TWP and I will not settle for a solution in chapter one.

As I stated in earlier conception posts, I do want to do foreign cultures justice as whilst Cassandra Clare does know more about cultures then the average American thanks to her childhood, she does has share the American habit of not trying to do cultures she's unfamiliar with justice.

I have tried to ask for help in regards for a Turkish character, but despite making a post and reblogging it like twice in an attempt to get the word out there, I have received zero response so I just had to wing the last name by taking a Turkish last name that's comprised out of two words from a name site. I hope that's fine.

With all of this in mind, I hope you will enjoy my version of TWP!

-Tetsuna

#the wicked powers #twp #shadowhunter chronicles #shadowhunters #the shadowhunter chronicles #tsc #forword #heir to the lands