Annah-kitathryne - Annaki

Oh I got tagged!

Favourite colour: Purple [I have those painting colour sample straps pinned to my wall] , but I also love a darker blue

Currently reading: comic wise I'm still trying to read through No Man's Land and the rest of Helena's stuff (but the hyperfixation just isn't hitting) and actual book wise I'm reading The Worlds of Medival Europe 4th edition by Clifford R. Blackman.

Last song: Crying In A Bathroom Stall by Dyke Drama

Currently Watching(show): I haven't properly sat down and watched a show for over a year. Last time was Sranger Things and it was because I made a Reade with a sibling. I would sit and watch all of it in trade that they try reading Percy Jackson.

Currently Watching(movie): Indiana Jones was playing in the background today while I hung out with my siblings? We just had the TV set to some movie channel and it was what was on?

Current Obsession: DC but specifically the AU I am making that @gretaghostgirl knows all about. Also got back into pokemon which is interrupting my reading of comics!

Currently working on: Reading medival history books and other places and cultures during a similar time period because I am going to make a DC medival AU better than the Dark Knights of Steel, and it will be really fun the second I check to make sure that I actually am doing the medival era justice, and not falling back on popular medival tripes that are misleading and nonfactual. It's going to be so fun to write it all.

Tagging: @psidrako3 @burritowitch @jasongrey-redhood @sporkberries

[Sorry if I bothered anyone]

9 People to Know Better (except I'm not tagging 9 people)

I don't normally do tag games, but I got tagged in this twice (by @jealous-kippen and @remmixx, my beloveds <3) so here I am! (also as I'm writing this out I am realizing that while both posts were titled the same way, it looks like they had different question prompts??? So I'm just gonna combine the two)

Favorite Color: Purple! Any shade will have my heart but I am partial to more red-toned purples. (PV, if that means anything to anyone who sees this other than me, you know who you are)

Currently Reading: Three things! In terms of actual books, I've been slowly making my way through the Riordanverse since my university did The Lightning Thief in my second year (first school in my state to do it once the rights were released!) since I somehow never got into Percy Jackson as a kid, and I'm currently on Son of Neptune. I'm also one like my third or fourth re-read of Eurydice by Sara Ruhl, since that's the play I'm designing the costumes for for my senior project. And in terms of fanfic, I woke up to a notification about this yesterday and Actually Screeched.

Last Song: Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan (ft. Post Malone), which was a bit of an accident. I use siri to request music while I'm driving and I asked for Dial Drunk and was singing along until I got jumpscared by the slight difference before Post Malone's verse. Although if you look at my spotify, the ROTPL album has been on repeat for weeks.

Currently Watching (Series): I've been hyperfixated on ROTPL and have watched it over a dozen times at this point, which is probably not healthy, so I put on NCIS last night for background noise while I ate dinner and accidentally watched like six episodes.

Currently Watching (Movie): Saw the Barbie movie the night before the actual opening with my coworkers (We don't cross picket lines people! I was not asked nor invited by any company, and I paid full price for my ticket. There's a one-screen theatre in the town where I'm doing summer stock, this relic from the 50's, and they were able to get access to the film a day early and did a special first come first serve premiere.) and we all sobbed the entire way through.

Current Obsession: Rise of the Pink Ladies. Full stop. I'd seen clips of it when it first aired in April but I was iffy on it in spite of how good it looked. Like most, I'm a little tired of reboots and remakes, and while I did clock Cynthia as being queer within two seconds, (I believe my exact words were "That's either a very butch lesbian or the eggiest egg to ever egg.") I was Convinced it was a queerbait situation. Plus I was nearing finals and didn't have time to get into a new show. But then Crushing Me was trending on tiktok and I realized this was not queerbait, so I put it on to have something playing while I packed for summer stock and it's been the only thing I can think about since mid May. It got me writing fanfic again for the first time in years, if that tells you anything. Speaking of,

Currently Working On: A follow-up to my previous fic, Steady, Steady! I wanted to have it up this week, but it is a behemoth. I'm a little over halfway through my plot outline and I'm at 10,441 words. Fun fact, this will be my longest single-chapter fic so far. Not just in the fandom, not just on AO3, but ever (so far!)

No-Pressure Tagging: @merely-a-player, @penguin-writes-books, @el-fandom-birb, @marley-barnes112, @isweartheyregayyourhonor, and @look-at-those-niceass-rocks (since I've already dragged you back to tumblr kicking and screaming)

alright im calling this done!! he's dancing to thrash unreal by Against Me!

thank u @sunnymusingsao3 for letting me use ur script for this i leanred a Lot from doing this <3

One Thousand and One Nights: The Empress and the Cat Thief

the cat thief played her cards right and was granted one night with the empress. her target is the rare set of jewellery adorning the empress’s body, but tonight she might encounter an even better surprise.

In a place left behind, in a time where people were encouraged to lean into their worst impulses, and the one who was meant to stand over everything, meant to be a guiding light, meant to be a savior, a protector, a fighter, a symbol had abandoned it. One who has been chastised and distrusted stood among it all trying to help, trying to make a difference.

Her shadow was not long, and she did not hold enough meaning for the masses to fear or respect her. She tried, and she put her best foot forward, yet she could not succeed. Not while wearing the brighter colors, not while wearing a symbol to small to make an impact.

So the creation of something bigger happened. In this land that entered a new, darker, era happened. The fabric was cut and the hands moved in a sturdy sewing pattern. She took what she had, which was greater than what many now had, yet was nothing in comparison to where the symbol started, and forged a worthy successor to the symbol, a good boot to fill the footsteps, and the will to bring her city back to order.

It was her city now. Her's to look after. Her's to uphold in the new age. He held no right to the city, not since he left it to die. He should have been here but he wasn't. She was though, and she would be good enough. She has to be. She will be.

She respects the meaning of the symbol, and respects the code that belongs to it. She is no longer the other, she is now part of a larger legacy. She doesn't leave what was before behind. She still does both. Something the other's didn't. In that respect she excels. She achieved something the other's hadn't.

However she will forever be tied to a lineage, a legacy, a mantel, and a symbol. She will not go down in the books like the others will. She will not be remembered like the others will, but the stitches that hold together the fabric of the symbol will be remembered and will be passed on. They will be worn by the next woman, and the one after. The fabrics sewn together in an apartment in the dawn of the new era will live to close the era and welcome a new one.

The fabric will be sewn and stitched, torn and burnt. But it is still the same suit. With each new thread and each new peice of fabric to replace peices too torn to stay, a story is told. A story of blood, sweat, tears, emotion, and a legacy that they will never have full control of telling.

It's poetic that the forgotten one helps forge the remembered, and the remembered leads to the new era. It's all part of a larger story. One that connects then to the first, the original, but is disconnected. The first was a legend taken down too soon, but rose likr the Phoenix even brighter and more powerful than before. She was taken from thr position against her will and in a story not of her own but as another peice to another's. The first would eventually pass the name officially to the third, but the first will always be disconnected from the legacy she created. It is the way of mantels that it would be so. The first never asks for the second, but approves of the third. It's a cycle seen time and time again. However this is not a story about other firsts and thirds and the seconds that were crucial. This is a story about the start and the end of an era and the symbol that brought it.

The second in this story, this legacy, never meant to replace the first. She meant to replace the one who had left behind a home in cry of help, in cry of someone to do something. She stepped into the shoes of the biggest role to replace. She did it knowing that he wasn't there to be a guiding hand -a patronizing hand-; He wasn't there, but she was, and she was going to bring her best and be the best that she could.

Though her best was never going to be enough. It was never going to be up to his standard that not even him makes. That becomes more apparent later. When an impossible task is given and the solution she makes was not good enough. Of course it wasn't good enough for the man that stands above it all. The man who lives outside of it all and above it all. He gave her three unfair calls on a unfair playing field and called out. It was rigged.

In the city where no rules applied. Where everything higher up had failed, so did he fail the one who gave meaning to the symbol again.

The hand stitched and sewn material was removed in a show of superiority and power that gave the second, gave the one who stayed, no choice but to leave, to give it up. It was not a true choice, as he who controls all would never give the fair choice. It is not within his nature to do so.

The second had to leave the legacy behind too soon. She tried to be the ideals that the legacy brought. And she did, but she didn't embody them like the third did. Like the one that the symbol would approve of.

The story of third is one of tragedy, choice, happiness, and the personal unforgiving of an action that would never be truely the fault of her own.

The new era of the city was in full motion, and she would be there as a piller to that era. Standing among the greats and the other symbols. She would embody the ideals of the symbol. To a degree that would only bring a downfall, if it wasn't for the first. The first showing the third that there was more to the symbol.

A lesson that the second and fourth already knew, but the third had to learn.

To completely embody that ideal is to not be anything outside of the symbol. It was what the symbol wanted, it was what he promoted, what he expected. The first wouldn't allow it. The third needed to be someone outside of it. She would learn and one day she would forgive herself.

The third had a legacy in stone, in blood, and the words learned along the way. The bonds forged through the uphill battle with a city where the worst seemed to crest and there was always something bigger to climb on the horizon.

She would be considered by the best to many, and would be seen as the symbol, more than even what the symbol was. Yet she never lost herself fully, only gained.

However even symbols need a break, even the ones who embody the best and the worst can crack, can fall into the fractures made from carrying the weight too long. The third left it behind. In an event that took meaning away and would never come back. The symbols were gone and new one's had started taking their place.

It was only a matter of time.

It was the end of an era. Yet the stitches still remained. The patched of hard fought battles still sat ready for the next. The fourth came in a glory not unlike the others. She burned bright and hot. She had large shoes to fill, and she was going to fill them.

She had been seen before. In another legacy. In another story of cycles and eras. She was no stranger to the death and birth of the cycles and stories.

She forced her way in, and it was time for the stitches and fabric to be retired.

They had been through fight after fight, had seen many battles and stories.

The suit started as a means to fill the boots of the symbol ended with the need to fill the boots of the suit.

So the last tears were made, the last adventure happened, and the suit was done. It was time for the fourth to forge a new suit, forge a new era for Gotham.

@gretaghostgirl for being the one who continued to give me brsin worms with their reblog -> [here]