#hopefully some of you will enjoy my insane ramblings

[w2soneshots]

Chris is on Raya, so maybe could you do a fic where he meets an actress and he tells his friends about it and it's kinda unbelievable, cause she is been in Marvel films or a really famous film

And maybe they breakup and everyone's like "Boy, you fumbled"

Almost fumbled -ChrisMD

words: 1.7k+

warnings: angst with a happy ending, intrusive paparazzi (when isn’t it), mentions of a break up, slightly suggestive, George is a great friend.

summary: after you and Chris match on Raya you go on a date, though the both of you have the pressure of your friends and the paparazzi so your relationship proves to be more difficult than you’d have thought.

notes: hello angel, thank you for your request, I’m obsessed with this idea!!🤭 I also love love love marvel so it was fun to incorporate a little bit of it into this. I hope you enjoy this extra long one!💝👏🏼

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user: wait, why is nobody talking about the fact THE y/n y/l/n has liked this👀

-> user: omfg and she lives in London... I ship them tbh🤭💞

"Chris?!" George skirted into Chris' room. He turned to him from his desk. "Yeah?" He asked, slightly confused as George looked baffled. "y/n, from the marvel films, like your fucking instagram post!" He alerted his best mate.

Chris signed I relief, it wasn't something serious. "I know, I matched with her on Raya," he replied calmly. George's mouth dropped open. "You're kidding my ass. You matched with her?" Chris breathed out a laugh. "I was just as shocked to be honest, she lives here though."

"Please can I see her profile," George begged as he sat on Chris' bed with a thump. "I don't know-" "please..." he cut him off. "Alright."

George stared at Chris' phone. "This is insane. Don't fumble this." "I'm gonna try not to, she seems cool. Also... I'm going to dinner with her on Saturday." George almost combusted right then and there, falling back onto Chris' bed.

"Imagine you get with her and she comes round to the flat. What am I gonna say? Act like I've not watch half of her films?" George rambled. "You probably aren't going to have to think that far ahead mate, I'm guessing she'll take one look at me and run for the hills." "Don't be silly, you're a good bloke. She'll like you."

"I have absolutely no fucking clue what to wear!" You shoved another piece of clothing from your wardrobe onto your bed with a huff. "How casual is the dinner?" Your best friend, whom you live with, asked as she sat comfortably on your bed.

"I don't know- like not crazy fancy but kinda fancy... ugh, that makes no sense." "Leather, faux obviously but you know, that's a mix between the two?" She suggested. "Okay, yeah good idea."

You finally found a good outfit and you turned to your friend once you were finished. "Good?" You asked hopefully, since you definitely didn't want to try anything else on. "Absolutely drop dead gorgeous babes."

"So who is this guy anyway?" She asked as you popped all of the necessities into your little bag. You pulled your phone out and clicked on his profile. "Chris."

Her eyes widened after a moment. "Oh my gosh, that's ChrisMD!" "Huh?" "He's a youtuber! My brother used to watch his videos. He did football challenges and they were pretty fun to watch actually." She explained excitedly. "Oh right, cool. I had a quick glance at his insta but I didn't really look much into it, he did have a big following though."

"I wonder if he still does them? I'm checking." She scrolled around on her phone for a second before a video began playing. "Today we're in Munich where we will consume a beverage at each of nine pubs. Welcome back to football pub golf everyone!" The screen played as the both of you watched intensely.

"Jesus he's gotten fitter over the years," your bestie breathed out quietly. You chuckled in response as a slow motion video compilation played of the group posing. "Do you reckon any of his friends are single?" She asked with a smirk, causing you to playfully push her shoulder with yours, to which she just giggled. Though she was being completely serious, they were a group of hot dudes.

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"God... she's beautiful," Chris thought as you followed the waiter through the restaurant and towards the table he'd booked and was already sat at.

"Hi," you smiled warmly when you reached him. He quickly stood from his chair to greet you with a side hug. "You look amazing," he complemented, you could tell he was a little nervous by the awkward way in which he said it but you thought it was cute.

The small talk commenced once you'd sat down. You spoke about where you grew up, how long you'd been in London and then the topic of your jobs came up.

"I already know what you do," you confessed with a cheeky smile. "Oh, you do?" Chris was shocked. "Mhm, my best friends brother used to watch you, you make youtube videos right?" "That's right, yeah. Please don't tell me you've seen any of them," he grimaced.

"Uhm..." "oh god." You chuckled at his embarrassment. "No it's cool. They actually seem quite entertaining and I'm pretty sure my friend has a crush on half of your friends," you said lightheartedly. Chris' demeanour changed and he loosened up a little after your reassurance.

"I know what you do too, but that's probably a given," Chris began, he knew George would be on the edge of his seat if he was listening to this conversation. "Right, brilliant," you replied sarcastically with a chuckle, you didn't mind talking about your work though sometimes it can turn into a conversation all about your costars.

Chris was really chill about the whole thing. He didn't pry or ask anything weird, he actually was more interested in how you got into the industry and the beginning of your career, which was a breath of fresh air.

Dinner seemed to fly by and without even realising it you'd been sat there eating and chatting for four hours. Eventually it was time to say your goodbyes and you were silently hoping that he'd had as good of a time as you since you didn't want this to be the extent of your relationship.

"So... you free anytime next week?" He eventually asked as you stood outside, about to part ways. You smiled happily and then the both of you organised a day.

The next day you woke up to see multiple pictures of you and Chris sat at your table in the restaurant. You signed deeply and then called your manager.

After having the situation minimised, you messaged Chris, "hey, I'm not sure if you've seen but some paparazzi took photos of us in the restaurant yesterday. My manager has had them taken down from the original website but as you can imagine people have screenshotted it. I'm sorry, I probably should've pre-warned you xx"

He replied pretty quickly, "I saw. Don't worry about it, it's not a problem. How are you? x" He didn't seem to be too bothered which really reassured you since you thought you'd finally found a good guy in a sea of dickheads.

You and Chris went on multiple dates, had been to each other's places, had sex an abundance of times and were constantly texting before he eventually asked you if you'd be his girlfriend. Obviously you said you would since you had undeniable chemistry and he'd been all green flags up until that point.

"Hello love," Chris greeted you at his apartments front door, seeming a little... distant. You shared a quick hug before you stepped through the threshold. "Hi y/n!" George, Chris' friend and roommate whom you've become familiar with, enthusiastically waved to you as he walked through the hallway. You waved back with a smile.

Everything was going great, you liked his friends and he liked yours, it was like you were in your own little bubble... then the bubble popped.

You sat on his bed and he sat at his desk, the chair facing towards you. "I feel like I'm constantly being watched," Chris said, completely out of the blue. "What?" "The fucking paparazzi, it's ridiculous. Every time we go anywhere we're in the press the next day. I understand it's because you're famous and all but-" he stopped himself.

He couldn't make eye contact with you properly. Your heart was slowly breaking as you listened to him. This had happened before in a previous relationship and that was the reason it ended, though you thought since Chris was already used to being in the public eye, he would understand.

"What're you saying?" "I don't know if I can do this. I like you, a lot, but the whole being followed thing... I've never experienced that before and I don't think I can hack it."

You were gone within twenty minutes. Tears in your eyes as you let yourself out. "Are you alright?" George's voice asked from behind you. You didn't -couldn't- turn around. "Mhm," you managed, though your voice cracked before you swiftly opened the door and left.

George, now confused and concerned, walked to Chris' room and knocked on the door. "Mate?" Chris didn't respond, he just opened the door.

Chris sighed. "I broke up with her," he muttered. "You- what- why the fuck did you do that?" It took him a minute to reply, "the paparazzi... it's just not for me George."

"You love her don't you?" Chris hesitated then nodded. "So, don't throw all that away over some stupid dicks taking photos. You're perfect for each other, plus you can't fumble a funny, kind, -don't punch me- gorgeous actor," George told his friend. "I'll think on it." "Okay, just- consider how she feels...?"

Within a week Chris had messaged you to ask how you were doing. It was a stupid question really, you were so upset and hadn't really left your apartment since the breakup. You didn't reply to him.

Then he turned up on your doorstep, at ten o'clock at night. You answered the door in your pyjamas, you were just about to get into bed. Your face dropped when you saw him stood there.

"I love you," was all he said, hope in his eyes. You bit the inside of your lip. "But you said-" "I don't care what I said. It doesn't matter because I love you and I was an idiot to ever have let anyone get between that y/n."

That night ended with the both of you -naked- cuddled up in your bed. After that Chris never complained about the paparazzi again because if he was with you nothing else mattered.

[lordprettyflackotara]

Hey Tara, could you do some Toby fluff? Like, specifically a fempov after a nasty breakup...??? Sorry for the weird request ik you usually do smut but I love your style and need some sort of comfort after my boyfriend left me, even if it is just a fictional character... Love you ❤️

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crown || ticci toby

‘wait, you can’t please everybody’

sum: after a messy breakup you’re undeniably heartbroken and toby wants to make you feel better

tw: unintentionally a little angsty but mostly fluff

a/n: my dearest anon, i am so sorry i just now saw your request. i hope this is not too late and hopefully helps you navigate through your journey and makes you feel a little better. i went through a messy breakup around christmas as well and feel like this resonates with me as well. i’m not the best at writing fluff but i tried, i hope you enjoy and are doing well <3

“I-I found you!”

You could hear that Toby was excited, even as your back was turned to him. You had been curled up in a ball for the past hour, hiding in the attic of the mansion. Dust covered boxes were scattered around the room, your small form perched beside the oval window. You didn’t say anything, unable to match Toby’s typical perky energy. Your knees were tucked to your chest, your gaze settled on the grass outside.

Toby frowned slightly at your lack of a response, the young proxy walking around one of the boxes. “Hey, y-you good?” He asked unsurely. Toby wasn’t good at handling negative emotions, or so he thought. The moonlight gave him a good look at your face, which made his eyes go wide. Bags hung under your eyes, your lips chapped so much they were becoming cracked. Your eyes were undeniably puffy, which he suspected to be from hours of crying. He approached you quickly, squatting down in front of you. He shoved his orange goggles onto his head, licking his own dry lips.

“T-Talk to m-me, what’s wrong?”

The concern lacing Toby’s words was almost enough to send you over the edge again. You inhaled, trying to refrain from more salty tears from escaping your waterline.

“We didn’t workout.”

Your words hung heavy in the air, your ex boyfriend’s name on the tip of your tongue. It felt odd to think about, nevertheless say out loud. Toby’s brain instantly clicked, his bandaged hand reaching out to touch yours. “That’s a g-good thing though r-right? Wasn’t he an asshole towards t-the end anyways?” He asked unsurely. Your eyes were sharp as you met his puppy dog gaze, your flicker of anger immediately diminishing. Instead you took a deep breath, realizing how irrational your scattered emotions were.

In through your nose, out through your mouth.

“It’s not that simple. You don’t know, how horrid the actual breakup was. It was like, the shell of the person I used to know. The man I used to know vanished right before my eyes and got replaced with whatever the fuck he is now,” You rambled. You could feel yourself getting worked up, Toby’s eyes softening as he looked up at you. “I spent so much time, so much time with him and now it’s wasted. Gone. Like it meant nothing at all to him, but it meant everything to me,” You continued. Tears flooded your waterline with ease, painful flashes of memories appearing in your mind. You bit your bottom lip, attempting to stop the tears from flowing. “And I don’t know how i’m supposed to do this. How i’m supposed to waltz around like I know what i’m doing. He was my rock and now he’s gone. It’s like he was never here and I feel like i’m going insane,” You whimpered lowly, unable to stop the tears from free falling.

Toby was never good with dealing with heavy human emotions. Most of the time the responsibility of handling them was handled by someone else in the mansion. But you were the apple of his eye, one his favorite people to walk the planet. So instead he tuned into his instincts, hoping that what he was about to do was even semi socially appropriate. He rose to his feet, sitting across from you on the bench built into the large window. Stretching his long arms outwards he wrapped them around you, pulling you against him abruptly. You tensed for a moment, feeling Toby hold you so close. It wasn’t until your brain registered his warmth and earthy scent that you finally allowed yourself to crumble.

You felt like your lungs were going to collapse, your breath shallow as you nuzzled your face into his chest. Your chest felt tight, your sobs muffled as you cried into his signature jacket. Your soft sounds only made him hold you tighter, the brunette careful to not squeeze you too hard. Toby swallowed, bringing his slender fingers to your hair. Unsurely, he began to stroke it, hoping it would bring you some sort of ease. He continued these actions until you had no tears left to cry, your wheezing now simmering down to deep breaths. “I’m s-sorry I don’t h-have the inhaler,” Toby apologized, regretting leaving it with Tim. (It was in fact Tim’s inhaler).

His sudden outburst made you chuckle, even as a few more stray tears slid down your cheeks. You pulled back a few inches, just enough for Toby to see your face. He didn’t like seeing you like this, so hurt. Without thinking he raised his hand, fingertips grazing your cheek as he tucked some stray hairs behind your ear. “F-Fuck him, you’re the important one, y-you’re the one,” Toby said as confidently as he could muster. You knew his words meant well, even if they didn’t come out the way he meant for them to. He used the pad of his thumb to swipe away the few remaining tears, cupping your cheeks. Your eyes fluttered closed, your face relaxing in the palms of his hands.

Social constructs were a mystery to Toby, truthfully. But he knew in this moment to do what he thought was best. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. He ignored any emotion he felt towards the gesture, his attention completely centralized on you. “Y-You know i’m not the b-b-best with words, but I p-promise everything’s gonna be okay,” He mumbled, his chocolate eyes filled with worry as he tried to catch your gaze. Your glassy eyes eventually met his, your bottom lip trembling as you confessed, “He’s the one who left me, Toby.”

You might as well have shot him dead then and there. Toby couldn’t feel pain, due to a list of neurological disorders he couldn’t bother to remember. But he knew for a fact he felt a pang of despair mixed with anger thud in his chest. “P-Piece of shit,” He grumbled, his hands still cupping your cheeks. The animalistic side of Toby wanted to find him, to make him hurt for causing you so much pain. But the soft look in your eyes, the way you were borderline clinging to him, made those thoughts evaporate. You came first. You needed him. You needed Toby more than you needed anyone. Swallowing thickly Toby tilted your head upwards, forcing you to look at him.

“You’re b-better off without him, alright? I never liked him anyways,” Toby started. Maybe this wasn’t the correct way to comfort someone, maybe he should try a different route instead of spewing insults. He dug into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small joint. “It’s n-not much but, we can s-smoke and talk about it,” He offered. This made a sad smile creep up your lips, your hands moving to open the window. “I think i’d like that Toby,” You agreed. You both readjusted in your seats, turning to face the window. Toby admired the moon as you took the joint between your lips, sparking the lighter. Again, social constructs were foreign to him. But as he threw his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer, he got the sense he made the right decision.

[flicklikesstuff]

Mischaracterisation of Epic!Eurylochus

[1] [2]

We’ve heard it.

He’s “Selfish. Greedy. Power-hungry. Stupid. Whiny. Unreasonable. Hypocritical.”

Believe me when I say I’ve seen the worst of the same bad surface-level takes for a certain character. It pains me every time I scroll down the comments of an awesome Epic animatic and UGghhGHhhGhh just make it STOOOOP-

(Plus, I’m in an analytical mood and I find it fun to yap about anything I hold passionate.)

Before we start, I want to establish that my stand in Eurylochus’ case is not exactly “defending,” but rather “understanding” him better. It’s not the word I’d use since it sorta implies I’m absolving him of fault. I’m just pointing out a different perspective that people tend to skim over. (including some of my own interpretations)

While all Epic characters should be fairly held accountable for their own actions, Eurylochus, HOWEVER, is scapegoated and treated like the devil incarnate to an insane amount. Meanwhile, Odysseus who has done his own share of atrocities is treated “Awww poor baby just wants to see his wife again 🥺🥺💔💔”

Let’s proceed with an open mind, shall we?

(Or don’t. That’s on you though.)

I don’t expect agreement to everything I say nor do I claim that all my interpretations are correct/canon. Again, just sharing a different perspective to view this character in another light.

Now take a seat and enjoy a snack while I guide your hand. I’ve divided and organised this post into sections hopefully for an easier read.

So feel free to skip to specific parts.

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I recommend checking this video out before reading to get an insight into Jay’s brain: https://www.tiktok.com/@jorgeherrans/video/7390086030201752874

Basically, keep in mind that Jay has stated Eurylochus is lost without a purpose. But he finds his worth in being the PROTECTOR of the crew.

This is why he doesn’t have a consistent instrument. This is why he always has the backing vocals of the crew.

Remember this!!!!

Because this serves as his canonical core trait and motivation through the entire musical.

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COLOR Coding: (Emphasis or Fandom Quotes || My Side Comments || Lyrics ||)

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1.) The Windbag:

“He opened the windbag-!!!”

Let’s start with the most common hate against him. Which, yeah. Fine. Okay. Fair enough to dislike him for that. I won’t deny he’s at fault here.

However!

BEAR IN MIND that Eurylochus’ exact reasonings on “why” he did it were never explicitly confirmed or established. (Kinda wished they were though). While this situation is wide open to different interpretations, you can’t confidently say:

“He greedily believed it’s treasure!!”

Nooooo. Eurylochus wasn’t the one bearing interest at the thought of treasure. This COULD be the motivation of OTHER men on the ship, but NOT necessarily Eurylochus’ own.

Which doesn’t even make sense in the first place. He’s never even once brought up treasure as a desire. The ones interested were at least Elpenor and Perimedes among others.

(⬆️ Got this from Jay’s official screenplay for Epic)

Also, Eurylochus is 2nd in Command. And if we say he’s married to Ctimene, we can say he must be of high status as well. What need would he have for more gold? So claiming Eurylochus’ reasoning to be greed is just pulling out weak statements from the wind. (Hehe get it?)

“Eurylochus let his curiosity get the better of him.”

While not impossible, it’s also not very likely. Remember his caution with the lotus-eaters island and Aeolus? He’s strongly risk-averse. If he could avoid any risk to the men, then he would. Curiosity be damned.

It doesn’t sound like him to have opened the bag just to simply satisfy curiosity. Especially when it’s given by a god he didn’t trust in the first place.

Greed and curiosity may very well have been the OTHER members’ motives. Interpretations vary, but if we’re going to blame Eurylochus for the windbag, then AT LEAST do it in a way that makes sense for HIS OWN character.

We can do this by going back to his canon core traits: [Protectiveness and dedication to their crew]

Now let’s step into his shoes:

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Your Captain has just returned with a suspicious looking bag and explains that it contains the storm blocking their way. Okay, makes sense. The sky has cleared when he returned so there’s some semblance of truth. Only…. It feels waaaay too easy….

No way a god would just allow them to leave without a catch, right? (Remember, even Ody had the same suspicion). They’re dangerous and not to be trusted. Is ‘not opening the bag’ really the only simple condition they’ve given?

It gets even more concerning when Odysseus, whom you’ve been through 10 years of war having each others’ back, ever since childhood. Who has trusted you strongly enough to assign you as 2nd in Command, just SHUTS you off.

Suddenly, he’s guarding that bag like a hoarding dragon, staying awake for an ungodly duration of 9 days. Not a word of further explanation. No extra orders given to at least take shifts.

Why is Odysseus keeping it so heavily guarded by himself alone? They were a team, were they not? They’ve defeated Troy and the Cyclops together. Went through the worst of storms alive.

If not the crew, he could’ve at least confided in his own 2nd in Command, right?? But he didn’t…

Even the crew picked up on this strange behaviour as well. Now they’re getting restless. Rumours of treasure, maybe even food are spreading around. And more rumours of mistrust towards Odysseus (which is fair enough, he’s known for his lies and wit.)

You don’t buy the treasure rumours. But whatever the rumours, 9 days is plenty of time for imagination to run wild and fill in these unanswered gaps of knowledge with absolutely ANYTHING:

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—> “Do we really take this god’s word for it? The captain said it was the storm inside the bag, but is that actually true? What if Odysseus had been lied to? Yes, the storm from before is gone. But did Aeolus really place it inside the bag or is that what they just wanted Odysseus to believe?”

—> “For all we know, they could’ve just snapped the storm away and placed nothing inside just to mess with mortals. Because why wouldn’t this god find it funny to be messing up Odysseus’ sleep schedule and watch him stress over nothing?”

—> “While that god’s flying winions seem to be successfully convincing some of our men about treasure, I’m not. But it doesn’t help that Odysseus refuses to entertain any questions. If this restlessness continues, someone’s going to end up stealing it anyway. Maybe even violently and I can’t let that happen to him. I have to reassure them somehow before it’s too late.”

—> “Or what if there’s something far more nefarious inside it. What if the bag’s enchanted with a curse or spell? What if we’re bringing something far more dangerous with us back to Ithaca, endangering everyone there? If that’s the case, we can’t open it within our borders. We have to do it here when we’re still a safe but close enough distance away.”

—> “Fine, if anyone’s opening it, it might as well be someone Odysseus trusts the most. As 2nd in Command, I can take the blame if needed. A small quick peak should be enough to reassure the crew, silence the rumours, ensure nothing is stolen, finally get some closure, and the bag can then be returned instantly with no harm done and maybe not even noticed when he wakes up. Sounds reasonable enough, right-?“

(Note that my mind came up with a bunch of scenarios and these are only within 10 minutes. Imagine 9 whole anxious days of biting what-ifs plaguing Eurylochus.)

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Someone else here said similar points as me. Props to them!

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Overall, what I’m trying to say is that it’s not in Eury’s character to be self-serving. His first lines in the musical are literally about how the mens’ food supply have been depleted. It’s a consistent fact that Eurylochus’ priority is always their men.

Whatever his reasoning for the windbag, he would’ve only been acting out of anxiety.

He only opened it because they ALL already were itching to open it.

Besides, doubt has already long been sowed ever since the team lost their first number of men to Polyphemus.

This mistrust, and the mysterious bag added with Aeolus’ constant whispering in everyone’s ears to steal it (because let’s face it, these Greek gods never play fair), is just what pushes the crew over the line of disobeying orders and most likely pester their 2nd person in charge.

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2.) Aeolus’ Sabotage:

Check out Aeolus’ line:

“I give the fire enough to stay burning.”

They are deliberately sowing distrust and rumours among the men to sabotage and make this game more fun. Why do you think the winions went: “It’s TREASURE! :DD” if Aeolus truly has no ulterior motive and wants to genuinely help?

Because the game was already rigged.

They don’t care if Odysseus wins their challenge or not. Given how they are characterised as playful and mischievous, Epic!Aeolus is most likely just bored and wanted to see how much they could mess with these humans.

They eagerly expected only a matter of time for someone to cave in. And that “someone” just happened to be Eurylochus.

It’s quite likely that they eavesdropped during “Luck Runs Out.” What if Aeolus had already sensed the mistrust between Ody and his men and used it to their own amusement?

(⬆️ Btw, above is my text. I just screenshotted it here.)

And with a chuckle, Aeolus deliberately planted seeds of doubt within Ody. They made Odysseus think his men weren’t capable of being trustworthy, when they ABSOLUTELY can be if given the chance.

And even if not all of them and we can give Odysseus benefit of the doubt, Eurylochus is RIGHT THERE!

You know, the guy who helped him kill Athena’s magical boar as young boys??? If they’ve been friends for that long, Ody has all the reason to trust him again and again.

(⬇️ Yes, this is canon in the Epic!verse)

But like I’ve mentioned before, that trust was already breaking ever since Polites. And it keeps getting worse onwards because apparently, these two grown men can’t clearly communicate with each other.

“Everything’s changed since Polites”

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Though interestingly, Aeolus had also subtly gave Odysseus a hint in winning their game.

“Keep your friends close and enemies closer~”

But to mess with him, Aeolus purposely blurred the line between friends and enemies. What it actually meant was Odysseus can entrust and keep his friends close (Eurylochus + trusted others) and keep his enemies closer. (The bag IS his enemy. Aeolus is NOT his friend. They DON’T care about them getting home. They just want to PLAY.)

Trust is a two-way street. Regardless if you’re the captain or king, you need to lend trust to your team so they can do the same. Not doing so will only weaken what could’ve been effective teamwork.

(I really thought majority of people nowadays are against blind obedience towards authority, especially on Tumblr of all platforms-)

Odysseus isolated himself from his crew for 9 days, missed Aeolus’ subtle hint, drove Eurylochus crazy with worry, and now all of them had suffered the consequences.

“But why else would they mistrust their captain who has lead 600 men to war and not one of them died?”

Well…..

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3.) Trusting Odysseus:

Let’s go back to the point where everything was smooth-sailing (haha).

In Full Speed Ahead, Odysseus is less on edge. Note that in this point of time, as much as he’s excited to get home asap, Ody does not neglect the crew. When Eurylochus brings up the food supply, Ody ACTUALLY listens and reassures him that they’ll make a stopover to hunt for more.

“There we'll hunt for food, my second in command.”

ALSO NOTE that when they found the Lotus-Eaters island, while Ody disagrees with Eury’s “raid-the place” plan, he STILL doesn’t completely dismiss his valid concerns.

“Give me 'til sunrise, and if we don't return

Then six hundred men can make this whole place burn”

He hears him out and compromises that if anything happened to him and Polites past sunrise, Ody grants him permission to bail the both of them out with fire if proven necessary.

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(Side Note: Raiding isn’t Eurylochus being malicious. It’s just him being anxious of not knowing what’s ahead. Strategically, if they strike first, they’ll have the upper hand and suffer minimal or no casualties. They just finished a war. It makes sense for them not to trust strangers.)

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Since Odysseus openly trusted Eurylochus with their back-up plan to lead a rescue, Eurylochus trusts him in return and no longer resists his and Polites’ scouting mission. Still anxious maybe, but at least his worries were soothed. At least the Captain kept a back-up plan they could rely on.

(⬆️ He sings along here, see?)

Like I’ve said, Trust is a two-way street. Expecting only one person to give their trust is just asking for blind obedience. That’s not how effective leadership works. That’s why their teamwork was efficient back then before sht went down.

After the Cyclops saga and Polites’ death, everything falls apart. Their sense of invincibility shattered after the crew have suffered their first losses. Shaken and traumatised, Odysseus becomes fixated on getting home quickly. Because home is where Penelope is. Home is where he’ll find comfort.

And thus, he no longer confides in his crew OR his 2nd in Command anymore. Especially when doing that means slowing down their journey.

“But Eurylochus had no reason not to trust Ody!!”

Well umm actually 🤓, he kinda does.

Athena had called Odysseus out for being “reckless” in ‘My Goodbye.’ Which is true! Ever since the Lotus-Eaters, Odysseus’ erratic behaviour became a lot more evident, consistently nurturing doubt within his team.

Want examples? Here you go:

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(1) You’re telling me you completely trusted the words of absolute strangers on an island to find food in a cave? Okay, a bit of leeway on that because we all went along with it. But then again, the decision to blindly trust their claims for free food was still reckless.

(2) Dude, did you just dox your own name and home address to this vengeful cyclops? I get you’re mad but WHAT-.

(Not using this as an argument, but fun fact: Did you know the crew were upset and begging Odysseus to stop taunting the cyclops, because his loud-ass mouth was allowing Polyphemus to throw boulders in their direction in Homer’s Odyssey?)

(3) In Storm, Odysseus pushes his crew forward through a strong storm that Eurylochus WARNS him are causing them damage.

In contrast to “Full Speed Ahead,” does Odysseus heed his valid concerns? NOPE.

If it meant slowing down, he doesn’t want to hear it. This is already our first and subtle indicator that Ody would compromise his crew to achieve his goal. We know in Dangerous, Hermes explained that Poseidon summoned this VERY SAME storm to “stop them by design.”

So no matter how confident Ody was that they can push through, he was still ultimately going to forcefully lead their ships into imminent danger and death. The only reason they didn’t was because they spotted Aeolus’ island.

Eurylochus isn’t being whiny or being annoying here.

This is the equivalent of being in the passenger seat of your friend’s car and they’re speeding over the limit. Do I value my friend? Yes. Do I also value my own life and not wanting to crash? Also yes.

(4) “We’re going to shoot for the skies!” “What-?!”

Eury’s response here tells that he’s convinced Ody had completely lost his mind at this point. Because HELLO??

Magic island = magical creature.

The last creature they faced had caused deaths. Are we seriously just going to shoot at this magical being’s home and risk them going batshit over causing damage on their property? AGAIN???

(Metaphorically, this really establishes that Odysseus will take to great lengths to reach impossibly high goals. I also think it’s pretty neat that he’s the only one who climbed up. Almost foreshadowing that he’s the only one who can reach them.)

(5) Luck Runs Out seals the deal here.

Like Captain, it’s one thing to anchor our ships to the island for safety. But what do you mean you’re going up there ALONE to make a deal with a literal god?? Okay, fine let’s hear you out on your plan first.

No back-up plan? You’re just going to climb up there and talk? Are you mad??? Did we not learn from last time??

These red flags weren’t missed by Eurylochus. Of course he’s going to speak out about it! He speaks out because he cares so much!

He’s 2nd in Command. Questioning the Captain, pointing out risks, and communicating the crew’s concerns are part of the job description!! We can’t get mad at a cook for making dishes!!! (Although yeah, expressing them publicly was his mistake.)

Also, Polites, his other dear friend, had just DIED. To a beast that killed him after an “Open Arms” attempt. Odysseus (his captain and BROTHER) is about to go do the same thing. Eurylochus is already grieving for one person. He CANNOT go through another one so soon.

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(Bonus Point:)

This one’s a little miscellaneous but I’m going to mention it here.

People get on Eurylochus’ ass for swaying/manipulating the crew’s stance against Odysseus on purpose from the very start.

Oh honey, noooo. You’ve got the wrong man.

Manipulation is NOT Eury’s skill. That’s Odysseus’. Have you not been paying attention to the many times Ody uses his wit? Like I’ve said, Eurylochus worries a lot but his role is being the crew’s voice.

Whatever Eurylochus says out loud IS what everyone else is already thinking. He doesn’t need to sway/persuade anybody 😒

Ody on the other hand? He has to use manipulative means to get everyone on his side. Jay confirms it himself in this video at (2:12)

“Even though several of them died in the Cyclops Saga, I’m purposely trying to be manipulative in this situation.” - Jay

Basically, Odysseus diverts attention away from his misjudgement and failures with the Cyclops. He knows he messed up there, but he wants the crew to brush it aside and focus on his success instead in the war.

“Hey guys, ignore the deaths of our crewmates for a minute. I know exactly what I’m doing here. Now let me do what I have to do. End of discussion.”

Odysseus is blatantly convincing everyone and Eurylochus to excuse his carelessness at the moment because “sitting down to talk through a back-up plan in case things go wrong so we can still ensure everyone’s safety” would take too loooooooong and he needs to go home to Penelope NOW.

Eurylochus wants to go home too. But unlike Odysseus, he’s willing to take his time and avoid as much risk as possible. Placing the crew in peril just to take a shortcut is NEVER worth it in his eyes.

………….

Anyways, that’s the Ocean Saga done, I’m going to do another post or two covering parts of the rest of the Musical where people have thrown as much mud as they could on Eury’s character that frustrate me to death.

For now, I’ll leave this here and hopefully have you reconsidering some things. See ya in the next part, peeps! <33

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[littlespirit-199]

Trying to Decipher the Ages of the Burns Family from Transformers: Rescue Bots Because I Have Little to No Social Life

Apparently Nicole Dubuc once tweeted that Kade, Dani and Graham are 21, 20, and 19 respectively at the start of the show. I couldn’t find this tweet myself, but I did find people talking about it when I tried to look up if their ages had ever been confirmed, and I wanted to set the record straight, because I don’t buy that for a second. Not only does it assume that Graham earned two degrees by the age of 19, it also mixes up their age order. Seeing this made me wonder if I could puzzle out estimates of their real ages based on their respective licenses/careers and compare that to Maine law. If you’re the same kind of insane I am, hopefully you’ll enjoy my ramblings. It isn’t meant to be academically sound or airtight, I’m basically just here to have fun. No one asked for this, but it is my cross to bear lol

P.S. Everyone please thank Graham for being the only one with definitive markers of his age. Most of these guesses are based off of him and his age in relation to the other characters

Kade

He is the oldest child in the Burns family

According to portlandmaine.gov, three years of work and/or educational experience after high school are required to become a firefighter in Maine, so he is 20 at the absolute minimum (some people graduate high school at 17, but statistically, more people graduate at 18, which would push this minimum up to 21)

We see in S3E3, “Too many Kades,” that Kade also has his pilot’s license, but that doesn’t help us here, as you can get that at 16 in Maine, and we already determined that he’s obviously older than that

We can get a more accurate guess by comparing Kade’s age to Graham’s. Graham is clearly at least 24 at the start of the series (later discussed in his section), which would make Kade at least 25

None of these characters are new at their jobs. Kade, being the oldest, has likely been working the longest, so I can guesstimate he has ~5 years experience. This also points to him being 25-26, however, it’s mostly based on speculation and shouldn’t be taken at face value

In S2E13, “The Island of Misfit Tech,” Kade mentions how well he and Graham did at soccer, presumably when they were Cody’s age. This isn’t definitive proof that they’re close in age, however, it nudges me in that direction. Out of the 4 siblings, I believe these two have the smallest age gap, likely only a year or two between them, because they seem quite close and mention how they grew up together more so than either of them do with Dani. For the sake of argument, I’m going to assume that Graham is 1 year younger than Kade.

Final guess for Kade: 26

Graham

Second oldest according to S1E3 “Hotshots”

Apparently a lot of people headcanon Dani as older than Graham, but that directly contradicts what Dani says in this episode.

A high school diploma is required to get a heavy machinery operations license in Maine (though I don’t think anyone was doubting that he graduated high school)

He starts working on his PhD in S1E19 “You’ve Been Squilshed,” meaning he already had a master’s degree prior to that point

If we assume he took an average amount of time earning his previous degrees (4 years for a bachelor’s, 2 years for a master’s), he is 23 at an absolute minimum (more likely 24, if we assume he graduated high school at 18), but I’m inclined to believe he’s at least slightly older due to the fact that he’s clearly been working as an engineer for a while before the start of the series.

In S4E1, “New Normal,” he finished his doctorate, which was probably about 5 years working on it in total if we count the time spent during seasons 1-3 and factor in the three year timeskip. This is an expected timeframe for earning a PhD, which could support the argument that he earned his other degrees at an average pace as well.

If we go on our earlier assumption that Graham is a year younger than Kade, this would make him 25 at the start of the series, which fits all these stipulations

Final guess for Graham: 25

Dani

She is the second youngest Burns child, according to S1E3, “Hotshots,” and S4E14, “Hot Rod Bot”

I also believe that there’s a bigger gap between her and Graham, because in S2E22, “A Brush with Danger,” she runs into an old classmate that neither Kade nor Graham remembers meeting. Since Griffin Rock is so small, and we see during Cody’s school scenes that his class is very small, Kade and Graham would have remembered him if they were at the same school at the same time, so this pushed me in the direction that they had either graduated or were many grades ahead of Dani.

In the state of Maine, you have to be at least 16 to fly solo, and 17 to have a private pilot’s license according to umaine.edu

Notably, Maine is one of the few states that allows underage EMTs, with 16 as the minimum (source: https://www.healthcarepathway.com/become-an-emt/maine-emt). However, underaged EMTs have to follow a “junior supervision plan.” I couldn’t find what exactly this entails in my research, but we can assume Dani doesn’t have to follow one considering we see her acting alone many times without her father or older brothers around. This puts her at 18 at least. Considering she also doesn’t go to school, it’s pretty obvious that she’s already graduated (or dropped out, but that doesn’t seem likely considering she becomes an astronaut later, and you need schooling for that)

She also seems very experienced, so we can assume she’s been working at this job for a few years. I’d be willing to put her at 20-21 because of this.

There is an argument for her still being a minor, being that in S4E14, “Hot Rod Bot,” she gets grounded.

The mere fact that this is a season 4 episode essentially disproves that she would still be a minor. If she were still under 18 in season 4, this would only make her 13 in season 1, which is incredibly ridiculous and not even worth discussing

She’s still living at home, so she has to follow Charlie’s rules, and I would say that risking revealing Cybertronians to the public is grounds for a grounding even if you’re an adult

There’s not much to suggest her age other than that, so the full range of possibility for her is 18-24, which is a pretty big range to guess from. We’re trying to sculpt with cotton candy here, so I’m not as confident in this guess as I was for the other two.

Final guess for Dani: 22

Cody

He’s the youngest by a significant margin

Surprisingly, Cody was one of the simpler characters to parse out.

In S3E16, “Time After Time,” we see that Cody and Frankie are in the same class at school.

In S1E11, “Return of the Dino Bot,” Cody says that Frankie is “a little older than him,” meaning she is probably only a few months older (if she were a whole year older, they would be in different classes)

In S4E14, “Hot Rod Bot,” Frankie celebrates her 14th birthday, meaning she was 11 before the 3 year timeskip, and ~9 during season one, since we already established that several years passed during seasons 1-3.

Following this logic, Cody is 8-9 during season one

Final guess for Cody: 9

Charlie

Idk he’s probably like 55 or something he’s old but still young enough to be a first responder and that needs a really good physical condition

Their season 3 ages:

Kade: 28

Graham: 27

Dani: 24

Cody: 11

Their season 4 ages:

Kade: 31

Graham: 30

Dani: 27

Cody: 14

[kaiserpretty]

Dad Bestfriend Hiromi Higuruma Headcannons

A/N : first time writing + it’s 12am. hopefully u enjoy and if not lmk what i can do better :p

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who always likes to check in on you to make sure you’re okay. He’s always there to listen whenever you need to talk. Sometimes you ramble for hours and when you try to apologize he responds with “It’s okay honey. That’s what I’m here for.”

Dads Bestfriend Hiromi who always seems recharged once he’s around you. In a way you were both similar since you were both stressed out all the time. Having each other to lean back on has help create such a strong relationship between you two.

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who always teases you about your looks and how gorgeous you are.

- “Look at you pretty girl”

- “I bet all the boys at uni are just all over you”

- “You look stunning”

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who gets slightly jealous whenever you mention a boys name around him. He plays it cool but will begin to ask questions. What are they like? Do they work? Are they a good influence? You always dismissed her concerns as just being protective over his bestfriend’s little girl.

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who’s more attentive to your needs than your actual father. Need a shoulder to cry on? He’s there. Struggling in a class? Hiromi is willing to tutor you for free. Need a ride? doesn’t matter how far, he’ll be there.

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who enjoys spoiling you. Whether it’s for a special occasion such as your birthday or something as small as aceing exam, he’ll make sure to gift you something. Whether it was something small like your favorite flowers or even grand gesture such as expensive jewelry.

!!! NSFW AFTER THE CUT !!!

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who is awfully playful around you as a way to get you to touch him. He’ll sometimes snatch for your phone, book or drink away from you in an attempt for you to climb on his body to retrieve it back. The way your small hands grabbed his big arms or the way you’d occasionally sit on top of him in order to grab your stuff back turned him on.

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who likes to have you grind on his lap whenever your parents weren’t around. Helping you both relieve some sexual tension between you guys. You desperately rub your panties against his bulge on his black slacks. He grins onto your hips making sure to keep you balanced on top of him.

“Keep going. You’re so needy today pretty girl…” He whispered softly into your ear.

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi whose love language is physical touch. He would sometime sneak in a few touches on your body. Rubbing and holding your inner thigh as he drives you home after he offers to pick you up from uni for your dad. It was just an excuse to have some alone time with you. Some days he tries to go further and rubs your clothed pussy under your skirt. He makes sure to ask before her moved them to the side to finger you. All while he’s still driving you home, making sure you get home safely.

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who would enjoy edging himself to your pictures. He made a secret account just to stalk your instagram. All those seemingly innocent pictures of you, after the gym stories, and simple selfies of your face drove him insane. Just thinking what your moans would sound like. He rubs his bulge through his boxers while looking at a full body picture of you.

“Mmmm~ Just one chance y/n please~ Mmph~ Just let me cum inside youuu~”

“So desperate h-huh pretty girl? Fuck- mmmm~”

“Bet you’re so tight and warm. Just squeezing my cock~”

“Such a perfect little body~ mmm~”

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who finally gets the chance to sleep with you makes sure not to mess up. He’s entirely focused on your pleasure before his. Making sure to flick his tongue all around your wet pussy. Eating you out just the way you like while his nose tickles your clit. You could tell he enjoyed this just as much as you did. You could cum from this alone. He was so gentle with you, making sure not to be too rough or mean to your body.

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi whimpering mess once he finally inserts his veiny cock inside you making such lewd noises each thrust. While in missionary, he holds onto your waist but makes sure not to grab you too rough. The tip of his cock just kissing your cervix.

“Just as how I imagined~”

“Mmm~ You feel so good~ It feels good for you to right my pretty girl~?”

“Yes baby~ Just wrap yourself around my cock~”

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who makes sure to cum deep inside you, not letting a drop escape from your puffy cunt. He hugged you tight once you both finish.

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who makes sure to hold onto you tightly as apart of aftercare.

“You did so well baby~”

“Such a pretty girl. You’re okay. Rest on me okay?”

“I’m here for you baby. Want me to rub your little body? You must be so sore.”

He always prioritizes your wellbeing over his. He continues to comfort you and hold you until you fall asleep. That’s when he finally falls asleep after you. Still holding you close to his chest.

[imagineweasley]

welcome and masterlist!

hi everyone!! my name is bee and welcome to my blog! i write harry potter fanfics on here (oneshots and drabbles but i like to call them blurbs) and you'll see that i tend to write more about certain characters than others (cough cough fred and remus), but i am open to writing about all characters! most of my fics are fluff but also some angst depending on how i'm feeling that week, and some smut scattered throughout. now that i've written quite a few things, i've decided to put together a masterlist, sorted by character. hopefully this will be helpful in seeing the things i've put out!

inbox is always open so if you don't see something in here that you'd like me to write, i'd LOVE for you to shoot me a request!!

alright, enough rambling. happy reading, and i hope you enjoy!!

color key: angst fluff/happy smut platonic * = included in two lists

masterlist by era & character (see below)

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fred weasley: more than chocolate frogs: bf fred, fluff; fred decides that you've been studying too hard and decides to surprise you.

*the price of pumpkins: platonic fic with fred and george; you and the twins face a unique punishment when you get caught after a particularly entertaining prank

fred weasley's remedy to nail biting: bf fred; fred helps you with your habit of nail biting and skin picking

after fred: bf fred and platonic george, sad and angsty; you and george help each other heal after fred dies. please don't read if you don't want to be sad. i made myself insanely sad writing this. [warnings: death, extreme mental illness/grief]

through the lens: husband fred; mr. weasley finds a muggle camera and fred loves taking pictures of you and your newborn baby, little arthur.

bludgering to you: during a quidditch match, fred gets a bit too competitive and crashes into you. he didn't believe in all the clichés about love at first sight before, but as soon as he lays his eyes on you, all that changes.

into the basement for you: bf fred; when you get captured by the death eaters while on the road with fred, george, and lee running the podcast, fred dives straight into danger just to be with you.

[warnings: violence]

george weasley: bf george blurb: fluff about george being obsessed with you

*the price of pumpkins: platonic fic with fred and george; you and the twins face a unique punishment when you get caught after a particularly entertaining prank

harry potter: i love you deerly: fluff fluff fluff very fluffy; you have a moment along with harry after a DA meeting

our scarred hands: fluff, angst; harry tends to your wounds when you get detention for a week with umbridge and form a connection while you help each other heal [warnings: inflicted injury]

we'll be alright [ft. "fine line" by harry styles]: bf harry, angst with a happy ending; a oneshot written to the song "fine line" about the fear, desperation, and relief you feel the moment harry defeats voldemort and pushes through the crowd to get back to you. [warnings: mentions of death and grief]

draco malfoy: steal my girl: bf draco, fluff and angst but with happy ending; based on the lyrics of "steal my girl" by one direction!! a fun little experimental (long) thing i decided to do. [warnings: violence, injury, mention of death]

neville longbottom: shy neville bf blurb: fluff; you're the one who brings out chatty neville

through pinky promises (two pt series): a oneshot and an epilogue about neville taking care of you after a bout of torture from the carrows, and an epilogue of life with him after the battle.

through pinky promises: bf neville, angst, fluff; neville helps nurse you back to health after you have a nasty encounter with the carrows [warnings: physical abuse, injury]

through pinky promises (epilogue): bf neville, very slight angst, mostly fluff; life with neville after the battle when everything is alright again. things are peaceful again. [mention of past violence (battle of hogwarts), mention of scars/injury]

seamus finnigan bodyguard series: when harry goes off to track down and destroy the horcruxes, he assigns seamus to protect you, his little sister. things brings you a seamus closer together, especially you end up having to go into hiding.

bodyguard (pt. 1): friends to lovers, moving towards lowers towards end. pretty angsty (i mean it does take place during deathly hallows) [warnings: violence]

harry and ginny *29 years later: i don't even know i count this as fluff, bittersweet angst i guess; parallel between james and lily, harry and ginny

misc golden trio era drabble how each golden trio era character acts when they lay their eyes on you for the first time (pt. 1)

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sirius black: puppy love series: a series on you and your friends' journeys to becoming animagi, not knowing that the marauders are also. sirius is straight up pining after y/n and catches onto what they are doing.

puppy love (pt 1): slow burn, some fluff and pining.

puppy love (pt 2): slow burn

puppy love (pt 3): traces of fluff and sirius being all flustered because of how in love he is with you

sirius blurb: everyone thinks sirius is a player, but they don't know that it's an act to cover up his feelings for you.

remus lupin: soundproof (or not): this is straight up smut, people. 18+, mdni [warnings: uhhhh lots of smut]

bf remus blurb: fluff; remus and his scars and how you make him love them [warnings: mention of scarring]

sirius black's guide to overreacting: bf remus, older brother sirius, fluff, comedic reference to "friends" when ross finds out about monica and chandler; you and remus have been dating for a while in secret. sirius finds out and all hell breaks loose.

bf remus blurb: fluff; you and remus have matching scars [warnings: scars]

remus in love blurb: fluff; remus doesn't like being touched by anyone, and realizes he is in love with you when he finds he likes feeling you on him.

date night and diapers: fluff, some spicy language; sirius babysits for you while you and remus go on your first date night out since becoming parents.

peter pettigrew: bf peter blurb: the boys love teasing peter about you

james and lily: *29 years later: i don't even know i count this as fluff, bittersweet angst i guess; parallel between james and lily, harry and ginny

narcissa and xenophilius: love in the shadows: friends to lovers, fluff

・゜: ☆.。: 。 f a n t a s t i c b e a s t s e r a ・゜.・☆ . ・゜☆

newt scamander: a scheme for sparkling eyes: fluff; you are best friends with theseus scamander and when he finds out that about your and newt's feelings for each other, he pulls some strings to make something happen.

[studiogrimm810]

Speak of the Devil >Settling the Dust // part 2

pairings: (established) sam winchester x gn!you, dean is also there, cas is also also there

summary: you are taken by lucifer for over a week and sam damn near looses his head. when you are finally rescued, the trauma of what was inflicted on you has left it's mark and it's up to sam and dean to keep you put together this part showcases the continued part of you seeing lucifer for the first time after being rescued. the brothers call in cas for help as they try to uncover what exactly happened to you during your time with lucifer

warnings: torture, ptsd, flashbacks, hallucinations, graphic depictions of said torture

word count: 2,600

A/N: hi again!! excited for pt 2 and already working on pt 3! i hope you’re all eating up the angst and heartache as much as i am ;) i’m so thankful to everyone reading my works and hope you like this one too,,,okay i’ll stop my rambling, enjoy!!! p.s. special shoutout to @internallysalad for being so hyped about this mini-series and also asking to be tagged in future parts of said series,, your support means the world <3

read other parts here

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He’s there, you can see him with your own two eyes and you can feel his presence. Your spine shivers- and that tickle up your neck- it has to be him, right?

Sam looks behind him again to still see nothing there. “What do you see?” He asks calmly, wanting to get a hold on the situation. Your eyes dart between him while shooting back to Lucifer in the far right corner.

“I-it’s him, it’s Lucifer, I know it’s him,” you try to keep your eyes on Sam, “why can’t you see him?” The desperation in your question makes the moment all more pitiful but you’re too freaked to feel even a heat of embarrassment yet.

“I don’t know, honey,” Sam shakes his head softly, glancing at his brother who is having insane déjà-vu.

“What’s he doing? Is he saying anything?” Dean's gruff voice cuts through the soothing work Sam's voice is trying to maintain.

You shake your head, dragging your eyes back to Lucifer who stood in the far corner still, a mocking smile painted on his lips. The corner almost seemed darker with him there, as if he were sucking out the light from simply just being there. “He’s just standing- staring.”

And just like that, as you blink, he vanished. You look around to see if he’s reappeared anywhere else, sitting up as the tension melts away just a tad.

“He’s gone,” you say upon getting confirmation, looking back up at Sam who looks devastated.

“When Lucifer would hurt you,” Sam started, making sure to speak carefully, “where would you be? Was it that hospital?”

“H-hospital? No, he kept me in some cellar, and it was always dark out, like I was only awake at night,” you explain slowly, not wanting your words to choke you up.

“And how long did it feel like you were there?” Sam continues his questioning.

“Every time he woke me up, he would keep count. Right before I woke up in our bed here, he was on day 23,” you sniffled, starting to feel uneasy.

“Dean, see if you can get Cas here, I think I have a theory,” Sam says, not taking his eyes off of you. He takes his seat back and gently grabs one of your hands to hopefully make you feel a little better.

Dean starts to call for Cas but Sam keeps his eyes on you, tracing over every pained detail of your face. You seem so tired and weak, it worried him.

What else concerned him, was the fact that despite everything you say you went through, your body held no scar, stain, or blemish of proof other than the pricked mark of your IV drip. Yes, of course Sam knows that Lucifer can patch you up with the flick of his wrist, but you said he was torturing you up until the moment you opened your eyes at the bunker. That led Sam to believe Lucifer was torturing you in your sleep, and if that were the case, would he be there the next time you close your eyes?

Cas poofed into the room with a dramatic flap of his wings and he looked right at Dean first.

“Dean, what is it?” Cas asked, his baseline of stoic emotion melted with a tinge of concern.

“It’s them,” Dean turns to look at you, chair still pressed into the corner behind you, “Something’s wrong.”

Cas says your name, a shocked relief overtaking his worry as he meets your eyes, “You’re okay,” he says for verbal confirmation to himself that you’re back in the bunker again- safe and sound. However, the previous emotion takes back over as he sees the dread in your own eyes. “What is it?” Cas repeats, not with annoyance of not getting clarification but of urgency of wanting to know what happened to you while you were gone.

It’s silent for a moment and despite Cas’ appearance, Dean’s pacing and your panic, Sam hasn’t adjusted from his gaze on you. Partly, he’s lost in himself, struck with a mass of memories, fears, and the pain of his time with Lucifer. It’s the same landslide that always hits him like a punch in the gut that leaves him feeling hollow when he hears Lucifer’s name- he’s yet to get over the despair that follows him, the stain of The Devil.

What quickly starts to overtake Sam’s slowly dissociating fear is the reminder that you are now experiencing the aftermath of being at the mercy of The Devil.

That alone could send him into a spiral.

But he has to keep a hold on himself- for you.

“Cas, I need you to check them over for any markings. Anything similar to our ribs,” Sam turns his head to look back at Cas, but tearing his eyes off of you is delayed until he physically can’t reach you anymore, “please.”

Cas doesn’t hesitate as he takes his paces forward. Sam turns his attention back to you as Cas outstretched his hand to hover over your forehead but you instinctively flinch at his speed- it isn’t too fast or forceful, it’s just scary.

Now he hesitates, ticking back his hand so that he’s not close to touching you, his eyes pinching you with this contorted look of guilt.

Your flinch makes Sam close his eyes for a moment, holding back the emotion that threatens to spill over and consume him fully.

You nod up at Cas, your own splay of guilt and now building shame taking front row seats to your perspective. Cas offers a small smile that would comfort you if you could calm down enough to feel safe and off display.

Cas successfully reaches your head this time, hovering his palm over you and closing his eyes. A bright light emits from his palm and you close your eyes to avoid the sting. The warmth following from the beam starts to dissipate 

 a headache you didn’t even know you had.

After a few moments, he removes his hand and Sam is the first to speak.

“Is everything okay?” He tries to bite down how antsy he feels but the itch makes him unable to really stay still.

“There’s no branding or marking. There are remnants of Valerian and a few other herbs- it was to keep them asleep and bound,” Cas says, still looking at the spot his hand hovered over you. Your hold on Sam’s hand tightens as you try to make sense of what that means.

“Bound?” Sam repeats, a little confused on the meaning.

“It seems that they were given a potion or spell of some sort that kept them unconscious and mentally bound to someone or something- in this case Lucifer,” Cas explains, now looking in your eyes as he does so. Sam’s gaze drifts as he pieces together what this means and Dean is still pacing through the kitchen as he absorbs the information at his own pace.

“The IV drip-,” Dean pipes up as he stops in his tracks, “That must’ve been a constant supply,” he looks at Sam but Sam doesn’t meet his brother.

“IV drip?” Cas asks, turning his attention to Dean. Dean explains the entirety of the situation to Cas, filling him in on the hospital, the demons they killed, the room they found her in- all of it. Cas nods as he listens.

“Yes, that would make sense,” Cas agrees.

“What about me seeing him?” You ask, your words shaking with their lack of usual confidence. “I saw him and no one else did- am I going crazy?” You look up at Cas, hoping his answers will provide you all the comfort you need.

Sam’s eyes snap back to you as you speak, the caving of his chest into the hollow pit in his stomach only cracking deeper as your fear radiates through him. He doesn’t want you to think you’re crazy, and he doesn’t want you to be sacred. Not like he was.

No one deserves that.

“It could be a remnant of the spell- lingering after effects,” Cas optimizes, hoping that was the most comforting and likely reasonable thing he could say.

“Or the trauma,” Sam says, and to him that was more comforting.

You don’t know which will help you feel better, though.

“Is there a chance that it’s really him?” This was your biggest fear, really. The thought of Lucifer watching you.

Sam wants so badly to dismiss that thought, to do anything to make you feel better, safe, just generally okay again, but he refuses to lie to you.

“There is a possibility that maybe he can still bind with you due to any traces of the spell in your blood, but that won’t last,” Cas explains, hoping that fact will make you feel a little better.

“What if I see him again?” You turn your attention to Sam, a deep rooted aching worry in your gut. You thought that when you opened your eyes to see Sam again that everything would settle, but seeing The Devil reappear out of nowhere has completely rattled your sense of security.

Sam’s eyebrows pinch and his head tilts with just enough pity to make you feel like a child. He squeezed your hand softly and clenched his jaw, hoping to keep the tremble out of his voice as he spoke. “Then we’ll handle it,” he nods with such certainty- an abundance of determination flooding his words.

Sam remembers the hollowing effects that came with his own terrifying hallucinations of Lucifer and the feelings of pure despair he would feel. He wishes you weren’t experiencing this at all but since there’s nothing he can do about that then the one thing he can do is just be there for you. He refuses to let you feel alone.

“We’ll figure this out, honey,” Sam brings up his hand to cradle your cheek and you instinctively turn into it, letting the warmth sizzle your skin with smiling heat.

Dean has stopped his pacing to keep a watchful eye on his brother and his reactions. Dean knows the impact Lucifer had on his baby brother and the way that it changed him completely, he also knows the empathy Sam holds for people and to think that you are the one experiencing something so similar made Dean furiously depressed- it physically weighed on him.

Your eyes dart around the room, the overwhelming weight of everyone’s eyes and radiating concern make you feel on display and your face flushes with fresh embarrassment.

“C’mon, honey, you should get some rest,” Sam nods with a small curling smile at his lips to try and make the idea simply inviting, hoping that his gentle approach will coax you into a small bubble of safety at least.

You force your eyes to ignore the other men in the room and let yourself focus on Sam. You nod in response, ready for a little space from pitying eyes.

Sam stands and pulls your hands up to guide you with him. He places his hand on your lower back and pulls you close to his side, guiding you to the doorway of the kitchen.

“Thanks for your help Cas, we’ll talk more in the morning?” Sam turns to face the angel who returns his thoughtful eyes with a nod of reassurance- showing his consistent commitment and loyalty to the betterment of the Winchesters and those in their care.

Sam spares Dean a quick look that Dean can't quite put into words, but understands nonetheless.

As the two of you make it back to your room, Sam closes the door behind him and flicks on a few lamps to help the room glow a soft warm instead of the tingling fluorescent that’s built into the bunker's ceilings.

You stand, completely lost, in the middle of the room, your wrists bound by your fingers and checking over to make sure you don’t see him again.

Sam feels sick.

“Sweetheart?” He coos softly, taking a casual step towards you. Your eyes land on him after you finish your scan of the room and he has a small thump of victory in his chest at how you didn’t startle at his voice.

“What was it like?” It’s such a vague question but it registers with Sam immediately. He drifted his eyes off to the side as he shuffled through his thoughts, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He doesn’t know if he should sugarcoat it.

Sam had discussed his history with The Devil in the past with you before- the cage, the visions. Along with the other dark matters that make him up, such as the demon blood or his soulless self. Something that Sam never really imagined was having such a kind hearted soul like you absorb all of that mess and still somehow find the good in him. The deep empathy and pure love you both had for each other seemed to break binds and all laws of reasoning. 

That connection was now slowly deepening further with horrid understanding.

“It was-,” he takes in a deep breath and puffs up his chest like he was ready to lie it all out for you to inspect and prepare for, but he fell mute.

He held his breath waiting for the words to find him.

They didn’t.

You look down and back around your surroundings for anything fuzzy or just different.

“I’m scared, Sam,” you admit.

“I know,” he says sadly.

Something that didn’t leave Sam was the paranoia that came with hallucinations, not knowing what’s real or how to distinguish the senses.

His eyes dip down to your wrists and he takes note of how often you’ve moved to that hold. He carefully reached up and let his fingers clasp the free space on your wrists- an echo of your own hold.

“It’ll be okay, you’re safe,” he looks right into your eyes, watching closely to make sure you’re looking, “this-,” he tightens his fingers lightly, “is real, okay?”

You tense as his fingers touch your skin and you look at the delicacy of his placement. You look back up at him and as he tightens his hold you seem to drop some of the tension built under your skin. Your feet grip the ground tighter and your head is a bit more level.

“This is real,” you repeat, squeezing your wrists similarly to how he did. Sam feels a flutter of relief at the mimicked motion on your behalf and he tightens his own hold again, this time a bit harder.

“Yeah, honey, real,” Sam nods with a smile that warms your stomach.

The two of you stand like this for a few minutes, just enjoying the simple hold on each other.

“How about you get some rest now, hmm?” Sam reaches up a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, eyes roaming about your face as he does so. You nod and close your eyes, feeling the weight of events start to really press you down.

Sam’s hand caresses from your ear down to cup your jaw and pull you in so that he can kiss your forehead, keeping his hold firm and secure.

“I love you, baby,” he mumbles into your skin, barely breaking the kiss to do so. You smile in immediate response but force yourself to vocally address him as well.

“I love you too, Sam,” your voice is just a whisper as you hiss out the words past your tired smile.

He helps you into bed and holds you close as you try to will yourself to sleep.

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thank you so much for reading!! <3

>pictures are not my own, i have the originals linked here (pinterest) >>check out my other works here

[disappearenceofsomeone]

[SECOND PART HERE!!!]

small note!!!: I am…. bad at characterising!!!! or at the very least, just bad at portraying characters accurately , so take every action these stupid sillies do with a grain of salt (it’s a first time for me !!!! hopefully it’ll be better the next time I do this!!!!)

SPECIAL THANKS TO MY POOKIE OF ALL TIME @egotisticalweirdo FOR HELPING WITH DIALOGUE BECAUSE I KID YOU NOT WHEN I FIRST SENT IN MY DRAFT TO THEM THEY TOLD ME AUGUSTINE SOUNDED WHITE AS HELL 💀

OHHHH MY GOD IM FINALLY DONE!!! AUGEIWHSKSJA IM GONNA CRY IVE NEVER DEDICATED THIS MUCH TIME FOR A PROJECT LIKE THIS… AT ALL… IM SO NOT USED TO THIS!!!

anyways I’m gonna ramble about past self’s bad decisions here BECASUE I KID YOU NOT I WAS KINDA BEATING MYSELF UP AFTER THE TWO WEEKS THIS TOOK !!!! WHY DID I THINK I COULD GET THIS DONE WITHIN TWO WEEKS THATS INSANE… so uh yeah this took a month because my motivations can only last that long before I get tired of doing the same thing!!! 

another thing! I am notoriously bad at keeping an artstyle! so if some scenes looks wonky or coloured weirdly or just different altogether, you can blame past me for somehow never taking note on how they did things. ALSO I DONT JNOW WHY THEYRE SHADED DIFFERENTLY!!!! I never got the memo of making things consistent oops that’s gonna be smth to work on…

anyways!!! Im still very happy I got this done!!! it sucked ass after the first two weeks but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited to post this!!! I hope you guys enjoy!!!! I am sweating bullets as of typing this I do hope people like this

[wowowokay]

Alright after forever here are some fic recs!!! (Note at the end like always lolol)

Keepsafes - metroidspeedrun

Okay so ngl haven’t read this in a min like last time I read it they had 55 chapters out now it’s at 91 lolol anyways but it was honestly an amazing fic at least where I left off basically it’s about if Martha and Thomas Wayne survived and what all their lives would be like but it has such amazing writing and it’s just so good!!!

Words: 124,918 Chapters: 91/?

Sparky Sparky Boom Brain - alchemistsarego

Okay I love this one if you’ve looked back at the fic recs I’ve posted you can probably see an abundance of sic fics and this one’s a good one basically Tim Drake gets diagnosed with epilepsy and the fic is him trying to come to terms with it and the whole family trying to help out and it’s just so amazing, amazing writing and pretty realistic when it comes to the seizures in the fic I’ve personally seen and assisted while someone was having seizures multiple times and it’s always a pet peeve of mine when done unrealistic in fics (even though realistically I know most people have never seen a seizure happen in real life) but in this fic the protocol is really accurate from what I’ve experienced sooo yeah definitely give it a read!!!

Words: 71,924 Chapters: 23/23

(Also! It’s just one of a five part series so far but the series is still ongoing!

Note!:

I am so sorry for not posting for so long!! Life honestly just got insane and my depression decided to kick in along with the stress of school and work it just got super difficult but I’m gonna promise y’all a not super consistent schedule but kind of a schedule lolol basically my plan is to post every one to two weeks and my minimum will (hopefully) be two fics a post! I’ll hopefully be able to post more in a couple of months since I’ll be done with school soon and I’ll only be taking one summer course but that will only take me like a month to finish so yay! Hopefully I’ll be able to give y’all lots more fic recs and rambles soon!! Enjoy!!! <3

[devochive]

IDEA FOR CAINE. so you knnow how pomni tought she was in dream? ok so what if we enter the digital circus and thnks its a dream to? where wes tart to do what ever becuase "oh its just a dream" and do it with caine to prove its not but soon later figure that you had actually fucked the ring master and now you have to live with that untill you abstarct. also, i love you...................re writing alot

thank........... you <33

hopefully this is okay! i accidentally made Caine a little mean at the end oops, poor reader.

Caine/Fem!Reader.

nsfw themes. | artwork.

minors dni.

You've been staring at the ceiling all night. Everyone was right.. you don't need to sleep. You don't even feel the urge, it was so.. strange. Unsettling.. it was making your mind feel like an endless void when you thought about it a bit too hard.

You closed your eyes and sighed before hopping out of bed and taking to the halls instead. You needed a walk, get your body moving to distract your mind just a little.

Which did little to help, in fact you were back tracking to your first theory.. surely this all had to just be a dream, you just had to figure out how to wake yourself up. yes that's it! a small sliver of hope.

"Hmm.." You pondered out loud, walking down the long corridor of rooms. Everyone else must be sleep or.. just relaxing their eyes more like. "Caine.. maybe if I.." you were muttering to yourself, walking back and fourth as if you were in some kind of trance.

Little did you know Caine was already watching, one of his eyes were tucked away in the corners of all the large open spaces , including the corridors. He was only half paying attention until you started—

"[Censor] [Censor] [CENSOR!]" Began screaming out every curse word and you would keep doing so until Caine showed up. Which, like clockwork he did.

"Now, now what's all this, y/n!? you'll wake up the others! Not to mention the potty mouth you have! Haven't we been over this already?" Caine said in a cheerful yet assertive tone, staring at you with his hands planted on his hips and waiting for your response.

But you didn't give him one , instead you reached up and gripped his suit collar and yanked him down, planting a kiss onto his jaw just to test the waters. He scrambled and pulled back, "W.. Woah now! What's gotten into your my dear!? You haven't even taken me on a first date yet!" He teased and continued to ramble about how inappropriate and unlike you that was.

Seduce the ringmaster... make him break his own rules, boom. Maybe.. the dream will backfire on itself so bad that you'll wake up?

Or maybe this entire idea was stupid and you're insane!

You shoved that little voice to the back of your head. You had to try something, the whole prospect of being trapped here in the first place was insane!

"A date..? Caine, you've been trapped here for ..well ever! ... Surely you want.. more than just a silly date!" You huffed, and tried to get closer to him but he was keeping his distance. Weary of your actions.

He tugged at his collar as if to fan himself, seemingly a bit tempted by your words, "W—Well , be that as it may, here at the digital circus we have to keep it family friendly we're to be enjoyed by all ages my dear!" He said and twirled his baton a few times within his gloved fingers.

"I know.. but, isn't there somewhere around here we can have a little.. privacy, Caine..~ Just the two of us? I promise no one else will see!"

Caine didn't say anything, he simply cleared his throat and took you by the waist and teleported you both to his quarters. It was grand and a little silly. A red and black theme that matched his outfit, and decor befitting for someone like him.

Caine sat at the edge of his bed and patted his lap.

Oh, god you were really doing this.. was it really this easy??

He tugged you onto his lap, and now you were flushed. But.. he didn't make a move to touch you at all.

"Now my precious , y/n we can start our date! We must take things slow to set a good example!" He said excitedly and flipped on the small tv in front of you both.

Oh we was serious. This.. this wouldn't do... it'd take too long.

You tuned out the television and Caine seemed to just tap his hand on your hip as he laughed at the corny jokes on the tv.

Just then a light bulb went off in your head and you shuffled a little in his lap, ass brushing and grinding against his crotch. You felt him stiffen and try to adjust a little.

"Something wrong?" You said oh so innocently.

"O-Of course not dear! I do hope you're enjoying the show! Bonding is very important for relationships!" He said , seemingly unphased but the sudden hardness poking against your ass was telling you everything you needed to know.

"I agree.. bonding is very important." You said in a low voice while squriming on his lap again, and his hand suddenly gripped your hip. Keeping you still.

"Ahem, heh, I think its best if you keep still dear! Don't want any.. accidents!"

He laughed, albeit nervously.

You took this chance and to turn around on his lap so you were facing him and shoved him onto the mattress. You were straddling him and keeping your palms flat on his chest as you grinded against his clothed erection, "That doesn't feel so family friendly in between your legs Caine.. just loosen up a little.~" You cringed hearing yourself trying to sound sexy but it seemed to be working. He was stuttering and making excuses but didn't push you away. In fact you could feel him twitching beneath you.

Fuck, you were getting more turned on that you thought you would.. when would this dream end..?

You were going to pull back, feeling as if this wasn't working but then you felt two large gloved hands on your ass tugging you back towards him.

"C.. Caine..?"

"Well, it seems I've just thought of way to keep this family friendly and satiate your.. more carnal desires dear! I didn't think you'd be so bold and I must say I'm impressed!"

"W—Well, I just.. I didn't think you'd actually—" You fumbled over your words and Caine took his chance to flip you onto your stomach, snapping his fingers and you were completely naked.

"C.. Caine!? What happened to taking it slow??" You said trying to cover yourself but he made sure you stayed on your stomach , his baton planted on your lower back with a bit of pressure.

"Ubupbup! None of that Y/N," He interrupted and tapped your inner thighs with his baton. Silently signaling you to open your legs and slowly you did, nuzzling the blankets in embarrassment.

"Tsk, tsk, just as I thought! You're making an absolute mess!" He shoke his head in disappointment. Making a spectacle out of your arousal.

"W.. What are you going to do..?" You whined and glanced back at him , his erection straining against his black pants quite clearly.

"Well, I'm going to give you a lesson in sexual education of course! Maybe then you'll believe this isn't a dream."

Your lips cracked into a unsettling smile, realizing the position you were in and.. well you were fucked, literally and figuratively now.

"Oh, don't give me that look dear, where did all that vigor go!?" A silly sound effect followed his teasing words,  "I assure you you'll feel just fine by the time I'm done with you!~ Or... you'll abstract and I'll have to throw you into the cellar with the rest of them! Either way, I have a lesson to get on with!" He said while planting himself behind you , gloved hands gripping your hips.

"Keep still, will you?"

[kyrawaff]

So, im a little dumb and didn't realize till today that Kjera's OpRec was released during Ride to Lake Silberneherza.... let's ramble for bit why don't we!

Ok so arknights has a hand full of relationships that are exceptionally on the nose without out right saying it because they of course can not do that in a gacha game.

That said, there are quite a few wlw relationships like that. Think Franka/Liskarm, Ceylon/Schwarz, Shu/Shennong, etc.

Besides Shu/Shennong, who's fairly recent, one that's kind of been stuck in my head has always been Enya and Kjarr. (I prefer to use these names over their op names, sue me)

We all know these two are attached at the hip nearly. Sure, Kjarr is her head maid and has a job to do. But you'd be kidding yourself if you thought that's all there was to it. They are constantly entwined with one another even when not physically together.

In Break The Ice, there's a lot going on and so not a lot of time to focus on them specifically. That's said, what we do see is that there is a lot of mutual trust between them and some banter.

In Enyas OpRec we just get a casual mention that they are very much collaborating to get Enya out of the controlling environment of the Vine Beart Court.

Then we have Kjarr's OpRec. In it, we see Kjarr having a conversation with "herself" about how she has changed from her time among her people. And a lot can be taken from it, but there is one line that stands out to me

Then we finally get to RS, probably my favorite event story/writing wise. It's just bursting with personality! From Degenbrecher just eating every scene she is in with her dry humor, Harold being just absolutely fantastic all around, and Monch reuniting with her wife (let me be a bit delusional).

On top of all that, we get to see so much more of Enya and Kjarr together. And what do they do? They banter, they flirt, they tease one another, and they trust one another basically innately. Enya trusting Kjarr not to step in regardless of what may happen. Kjarr trusting Enya to help pull her people through this. Just like they talked about. All the seriousness of a deep relationship, with all of the fun that comes with it too like moments such as this:

To me, this is just as solidified a relationship as FriskArm. And of course I don't think it gets appreciated quite enough as it should. I've done a little of my own part with a shirt Fanfic, and I plan to do more in the future hopefully. There are also those creating absolutely beautiful stories and art like @ queeragandr who has two insanely wonderful stories about these two.

Anyway, I've rambled enough. Enjoy these two characters together, as they are meant to be lol

[eilaafterhours]

Wrapped Around Your Fingers [Ais]

Content: Box Au, Switching POVs, Reader is a BAMF, Smut, Sexual Tension, Grinding, Thigh Fucking, Possessive Ais (TOUCHSTARVED), Written Before Game’s Full Release, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: None (AFAB)

Continuation of: Heart on Your Sleeve, Jaw on My Knuckles [Ais]

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This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

Just as he thought, a cold shower didn’t cut it. However, when he did say fuck it, and let go, it didn’t work. Yeah, he came (more times than he wanted to admit), but that didn’t stop his mind from wandering. From remembering things that happened under a new…sexual lens, or making up completely new things. 

Like you putting him in his place (which wasn’t too far from what you already did, but he wouldn’t mind if you got more handsy with him).

Alright! That’s enough thinking for tonight! He needed another shower and to hit the damn hay. 

Ais did not sleep well that night (he came a few more times in the shower, and attempted to go to bed with a raging hard-on). 

The days flew by, and it was like he hadn’t been jerking off to you every night. It was a miracle that he was able to act like his mind wasn’t full of filth. He guessed that since your regular business attitude was rubbing off on him.

(But what if you treated him like that in be—)

Alright, that’s it! He needed to go blow off some steam (and train).

Your brows pinched together as you watched Ais jump up from his desk, snatch his duffle bag, and fly out the room. He had been acting weird these past few days. He kept his distance, didn’t make the childish-ass jokes he used to, and would leave the room multiple times a day. There was only one answer.

Mans had it BAD for you. 

You smirked to yourself as you continued working. Finally, you weren’t the only one feeling something. Despite your completely perfect work ethic, you still could see that Ais was an insanely attractive man. You were never going to pursue anything, let it be a fleeting thing until someone else came through (as if there could be anyone other than him(well there was Ocudeus—). However, with the new development of his feelings for you, things have taken a turn. 

Boss made a dollar, you made a dime. Time to hatch a plot on company time.

To be honest, you didn’t have to do much. Turn up the charm a bit, dress a little more “I’m fucking my boss” casual, and tug his leash a bit more. 

“Ais, this is the fifth time you’ve gotten up.” You hadn’t even looked up at him, fingers still flying across the keyboard. “Sit your firm ass down.” 

He did as was told, but slump down with his head on the desk. 

“Cute.”, you thought. He was that big, but nothing but a soft dork. 

Soon to be your dork, hopefully. 

Probably. 

He lifted his head up, turning his attention back to his own work. The raging blush and hopping knee both telling you:

Definitely. 

Ais had absolutely no clue how he ended up in this situation. 

“Are you gonna keep breathing down my neck, or are you gonna do something, Ais?” 

“I’d go beat that bastard up now,” His hands were on your waist, threatening to go lower. “If it didn’t end up looking bad for you.” 

“Then you need to make it quick.” Was your answer.

But he sure as hell wasn’t asking any questions. 

His hands, that had been creeping, immediately went for your belt buckle to work your pants off. You helped him with it, but stopped him before he could really get his hands on you.

“Stay outside. I don’t want to take your dick for the first time here, of all places.”

He nodded his head, shoving your pants and underwear down to your knees. “Whatever you say, beautiful.” 

“Ais…”

“I’m being serious.” He was sure you were glaring at him through the mirror, but he was too busy looking at your dripping cunt.

You spread your legs for him. “Well then, hurry up. The match starts in ten minutes.” 

Yeah, and if he didn’t feel you soon, he was gonna burst just from looking at you. Regardless, though, he was going to commit all of this to memory.

“Damn, you’d think you’re the one who’s needy here.” He had freed himself from his shorts and boxers, and quickly placed himself against your slick. “Oh, wait, you are.”

“Just…mmh, shut up and get me off.”

He didn’t say anything, just started grinding into you. He relished in the way his pelvis smacked against your ass and thighs, and how each stroke became smoother as your arousal coated his cock.

But he wanted more.

So once you were both slick enough, he instructed you to close your thighs tight, and to hang on to something. 

And he went to town on you. 

If anyone else hard the vanity banging against the wall, no they didn’t.

Everything that went on in this room was meant for the two of you alone. For him, it was how you tried your best to stay quiet, to keep your eyes from rolling back, and the feeling of your thighs quivering as they attempted to stay closed. He was sure that despite everything you were feeling, you were committing things to memory yourself. 

“Ah—mh…Ais—” Your thighs slammed close as you came.  Ais was already on edge as well, so when you pulled his dick into an even tighter grip, he came as well. 

Now the room was quiet, except for the both of your labored breath.

Until your phone’s alarm went off, signalling that he had a minute to get out there.

You were the first to move away, reaching for your bag. He sighed as he adjusted himself. He really hated how things ended there. It made him feel gross, like he just used you for himself.

“The quicker you finish the match, the quicker we can get back to your place.” 

“Then you better be ready in twenty, sweet cheeks.” 

At this point, Ais couldn’t even remember what his issue Ocudeus even was. It really was as simple as beat his ass, then go home with you.

“You think you’re slick, but I know you. I know that stupidass dopey face. So, what’d that bitch do? Gave you head, or what?” He smirked, attempted to cut him with a right cross, “I doubt it, though. Rather be choking on my dick instead.”

Oh, yeah. It was his fucking mouth (amongst many other things).

He socked him a good one. Didn’t knock him on his ass like he wanted, but hey, he still had another six minutes to fuck with him before he needed to be back with you.

The car ride to Ais’ place was quiet. You can tell that there was some anger simmering within him. Ocudeus probably had said something to him, probably about you and him.

Oh well! You (and your pussy) would help him realize that whatever the fuck that loser said wasn’t worth it.

And it didn’t take long for you to get started on that because the moment he locked the door, his hands were on you. 

Your lips curled upward as he shoved your bottoms down. “Guess we’re not making it to the bedroom.” Your smile widen as his gaze found your little surprise. “But it’s okay because we can skip the foreplay.”

Ais sighed something fierce, then he looked you in the eyes. “I promise to do this right another time.”

You pushed your bottoms down the rest of the way and stepped out of them. “Of course you will. You always keep your promises, Ais.”

:) So, I was told (THE VOICES) to leave it there, so I guess I'll see y'all in another part lol

If you wanna hear me be on some shit, here's my Bluesky~

Masterlist

[vesanal]

₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊The 13th Day of Writemas₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊

Howdy there again! It’s December 13th! Did you know that according to the 12 days of christmas song, today we would be left with 364 gifts! That’s insane! And most of them would be birds! 184 to be exact. Insane literally who needs all of that. Wait. Oh, right, I’m a writing blog. Uh, anyway, it’s the 13th day of Writemas! Here is the invite post if you still wanna join/look at the rules for writemas and here are the prompts I am going to be using today!! It’s all back on topic down there please direct your attention away from here lmao. Disregard my ramblings above. 

Prompts used:

Feeling: The ache of longing 

Setting: A vehicle(carriage)

WOW It sure has been a while since I last wrote for Perci. Like 5-6 days ago, which isn’t actually that long but still! I’ve been neglecting him too much!! Hopefully this one will make up for it.

Read about the WIP here!!

Please enjoy!! 

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The raw air of the darkest night ran cold. Nothing else could send such a piercing bitter feeling down to Perci’s heart. It was the twilight of the night he left his family behind in the snowy apocalypse of a village. Luckily for him, it was only half a day's ride away to Haukrosen. Others on the trip weren’t didn’t have that luxury. Some had to travel for weeks on end—restless, grueling weeks, toughing it out through frigid cold and snowstorms—to make it to the capital. About a handful of potential soldiers didn’t make it, which when added up, hinders the growth of the army the Queen so desperately needed, for whatever reason. 

Perci laid his hand on the rim of the carriage sides. The metallic cold instantly hit his fingertips and stung as it gradually made its way up his hand. He looked away from his hand and towards the outside beyond them. The landscape was ever changing as the . He stared, thinking. What were they doing at this time of night? Were they asleep? Perci knew that no one could sleep on a night like this. Definitely not his mother. Shaking his head to rid of his thoughts he drew his attention back into the cart. He was glad he was going to the capital, since otherwise, such nice carriages wouldn’t be wasted on a trip. The cart itself was much more sturdy than he had ever seen. If Perci shook the railings right at that moment they wouldn’t fall off, which was something he was happy to get used to. Plus, the seats were nice and plush. Perfect for a long ride. Maybe there were some upsides to this. 

His attention was then drawn to the two others in the car with him. One was a woman who, despite her younger age, looked to have seen it all. She had a nervous expression on her face, and further intensified by the large bags under her tired eyes. The other was a man, a Queensmen that Perci had talked to and befriended—sort of, all he did was learn his name—before they got into the carriage for the ride. He looked to be middle aged, and seemed to hold others and himself in high regard, never letting anyone get away with anything outside of the rules. Something about this man drew Perci in, like he was someone to depend on. He wasn’t like any of the Queensmen that occupied his village, he felt more approachable. So, Perci decided to approach the man through conversation.

“Queensmen Hyde, sir, I have a question.” Perci forced out of his mouth to make conversation with the older man, it was going to be a long ride, after all.

“Fire away, Tarros, there’s no rush.” The Queensmen said, 

Perci kept his mouth open, slightly to even dare to ask anything to a man who had so much power over him, but continued on with his question, “Is it true that the gates keep Haurkrosen so hot?”

“Well, yes. The Gates of Gunnhildr do keep the winter winds out, but it also has properties that act as a shield to all cold. And thus, the temperature stays warm all year long, with no snow in sight between the walls. The grass grows green, the people thrive. Harmonious, right?”

“Is it magic? The same kind we use?”

“Yes. Yes it is.”

“Is there some kind of source for this? There has to be for an entire city

“Not that I know of. I’m sure many researchers in Haukrosen could make up so many wild theories about it, but if you ask me, Tarros, all we know is that it’s there, it’s some kind of magic and the people are happy.”

“Interesting. Perhaps it is from the core of the stone.” Perci muttered.

“Perhaps indeed.”

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[osmanthus-wine-addiction]

Hello, hi! This ask might come out as weird, strange and you can ignore it as insane rumblings, but thank you noticing this.

I just noticed that my favourite blog about genshin and Zhongli specifically has been archived without any ability to read old works.

I knew this could happen eventually. People grow, lose motivation and move on.

And I understand that people are fragile, and they have right to do anything they want with their work.

But

I'm afraid

I'm afraid things that happened to us, moved us, won't mean nothing at all and we forget about it completely.

I know this is silly. I know this game

But, do you? Do you feel unmotivated, jaded, wanting to dissappear? Would you delete your account all the same as if it all meant nothing?

I'm so scared even though I know I shouldn't. Thank you

awww i totally get you anon. fic writers disappear sometimes and it can really be a depressing thought that something you read before and enjoyed is now unable to be revisited. Like Zhongli says, every journey has it's final day. Fics will steal our hearts and then one day they might not be there anymore, for a lot of reasons that we might have no control over.

I don't read as much as I used to and I can't promise I'll always be writing, but as long as Zhongli continues to be my muse, the keyboard tapping won't stop. Honestly, when I first started writing fics for him, it was out of personal hunger. I was just writing to feed myself lol. The truth is, I've been writing for over ten years and Genshin is not the only fandom I've written for and Zhongli is not the only muse that's pushed me to vomit words on a notepad. He is my god-tier muse though. This fictional man has inspired me to write more fanfics than i've ever written about any other character. Zhongli's even hijacked my motivation to work on my own original stories. He's that unstoppable lol. So no, I won't be disappearing anytime soon.

As for posting fics on this blog, it's half to share with other Zhongli enjoyers and half to house my own fics in case my harddrive dies and takes my fics with it. at least they still exist on the internet where I can easily recover them. I know that's different from archiving a fic blog. the writer still has access, I think? I only started this blog like a year ago so maybe I haven't been on tumblr long enough to be jaded. I heard that interaction has really dwindled over the past years. It could be that Genshin isn't as popular anymore or Zhongli is just an old character so the newer folks aren't simping over him enough to read/write as much as they used to. Zhongli was more popular around when Genshin first released and now he's just one out of 35 husbandos. I could make up all sorts of theories, but in the end of the day, I try to just be thankful that people still love him enough to be reading and leaving notes on my fics.

I don't derive all my motivation to write from the interactions I receive by posting fics and I believe it's the same for other writers. Zhongli alone provides the motivation I need to write. He also makes me giddy to share the result of that brainrot, so that I can hopefully get some of yall to join in the degeneracy. I refuse to quietly simp over him, so I'll always be tossing my fics out into the void and hoping fellow simps bite. It brings me joy to feed the hungry fishies lol. I still get readers that come back and tell me they reread my fics a year after it's finished and it warms my heart every time. Imagine in 2030, people are still reading Zhongli fics, even if they're not mines. How awesome would that be? I want to see that, so personally, my fics aren't going anywhere.

This post is mostly ramble and my personal thoughts responding to anon about this particular topic. It got me a bit sentimental so this got kind of long. Not condemning any fic writers or authors out there who feel like shelving or already archived their fics/blogs. They have their reasons and those reasons are valid. Fics are deeply personal to their writers and gifted to the fandom freely. Writers have every right to do whatever they want with them. Even though I don't see myself shelving or restricting access to my fics today, I can't say that about myself a year from now or five years from now. I don't know what my state of mind or what circumstances might come up that would bring me to a decision like that, but if that does ever happen, I hope that the readers that had a chance to read the stories I posted had fun reading them.

[narrators-journal]

Dear darling

So, for those of you who lurk and for some reason read and remember my silly little babbling blurbs over on my tumblr, you might recall that I have something of a yandere prompt list I’ve kinda built up. This! Is inspired by that, and I just kinda picked a person at random. Someone outside of persona so that I could feed my ever starving other fanbases lmao. Which, might’ve bitten me in the ass, because I am so insanely rusty on Dazai, holy shit, even with that kinktober ask under my belt, this feels shockingly ooc. But! It’s Yandere, so character accuracy is kinda(?) a secondary concern! Just enjoy this interesting little snippet, I’m sure I’ll eventually post more yandere works for random bitches, I’ve got them on the to-do list, I just need to get the motivation.

CW: Yandere vibes, creepy note format, stalker implications are also lightly sprinkled on top. It’s yandere content, so, hopefully you know the dark implications you are dabbling in.

Dear Darling mine,

I know you don’t know me, but you’ve been on my mind since the first day that I laid my eyes on you. I remember that day very fondly, all around. The thought of your outfit, the scent of you, your hair, it all sticks with me. It haunts me like a ghost. But! A good ghost, a lovely ghost. I enjoy thinking about you day in and day out. It almost gives me the motivation to continue living! And when it doesn’t bring me that joy, I find joy in the thought of the time we’ll spend together eventually, or the inevitable beauty of our double suicide.

And that makes me all the more eager to introduce myself to you, love. It’s been years since I’ve been this energetic and excited for something in my life! In fact, I’ve been so excited to finally have you to myself that I’ve had to resort to spending a lot of my down time making sure my house is as comfortable as I can for your eventual stay with me in order to keep myself from acting too hastily. So, I’ve made sure that you have plenty of room for your hobby, a room all prepared for when you move in, and I’ve even been keeping a list of all your favorite foods and shows so that we can enjoy them together!

As a slightly funny consequence of this method of coping, my work partner is rather proud of me, I can tell in the way he’s lessened the frequency of insults he throws at me. I’m sure to him and my other coworkers it simply looks like I’m simply pulling my life together. Like I’m working on myself and striving to improve my mental health. But, just between you and me, I’m only doing all of this work for you. That is how much I love you, darling. That’s how excited I am to be able to come home to you each day.

Hell, I’d even learn to cook if I could, but it’s like I’m cursed whenever I set foot into a kitchen. Last time I tried, a certain Chibi had a tantrum over some cooking wine I used and a stove’s burner. So, sadly, I think you might need to be the one to cook when you move in. Though, I don’t mind dinners of macaroni and cheese or take-out, lord knows I have the money to spend on that.

In fact! I have the savings and income to ensure that you never have to work again! With my connections and work history, I can give you a very luxurious life with no worry. Which, just makes me all the more excited for the day that you move in with me. I truly cannot wait much longer for the time that we will spend together. All the nights I can have cuddled up to you, the conversations we’ll have before bed, it all keeps me going, darling. And, I’m sure you’ll grow to await those romantic moments too. Of course, after you get through the adjustment period.

But, I’m rambling, aren’t I? I mostly only wrote this little note to sort of introduce myself to you. Not legitimately, though, I work until the evening, and I didn’t want to just wait outside your home like a creeper to say hi when you come home from work. But, I was too eager to wait until I got a day off, so I settled for this little note. Just to let you know that I love you dearly, I’m thinking about you, I’m excited for our time together, and I might move up the planned day of our proper introduction. I love you, darling, see you when the time is right or I lose my patience.

Love, Osamu Dazai

[averycutesalamander]

Hi Sal!! I hope youre having a lovely day <3 congratulations on reaching 150 followers!!!!

I wanted to join in on the Boothill date thing 👉👈 IDK how detailed you want it so like im just going to ramble a little and you can pick and choose!!!! Hopefully thats ok (if not im sO SORRY AJDJSJEJ) (I added the more specific things under the ~~ just in case!)

I am a very flexible person when it comes to interests and hobbies! I love making things (digital art, crocheting, paper dolls, etc), reading, learning (whether it be new skills or useless facts), exploring/adventuring, driving, gardening, being with/taking care of animals, cleaning and organizing, etc. The only things I kind of hate is grocery shopping and cooking.

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As for unique things, uh, lets see,,,

I have an incredibly weird knack for connecting with people. Like, I will talk to a person for two minutes and they will tell me their whole life story, invite me into their homes, confide in me, etc. Im a very genuine person and enjoy helping others and seeing them smile/laugh!

Im also disabled and, even though im a busy body and enjoy being out (like hiking or going to new places) I cant anymore :(

I used to work in a Mushroom Farm (the gourment kind, not the fun kind), Ive worked at farmers markets, and my most recent job was at a year-round haunted house. I have absolutely adored all of my jobs, and they include my interests!

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Anyways I hope you have fun writing these (even if you choose not to do this one), I think the idea of a date matchup is very cute and creative and I love reading the ones youve done so far!!

Ok ill shut up now byeeeee <3

hmm, i see i see... hmmmm..... i think boothill would take you on...

A road trip!!

Now, whether this is more local via car or more broad via space ship is your choice, because he's happy to do either. He's more inclined to hit the road (literal or figurative) without any kind of plan and just see what catches your eye, but he can help you plot out some destinations if you'd prefer something a bit more rigid. See a theme park that catches your eye? Want to stop at that weirdly haunted looking antique store? Feel like going backroads driving for a while? Got a hankering for a particular food? Consider it done!

Normally he's a truly insane driver (I'm sure he's set some kind of record for traffic crimes by now) but if you want a break from the wheel, he'd behave himself just for you ♥ No weaving through traffic on the highway today. (Probably.) Make sure you grab souvenirs!!