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altis-of-olympia · 4 months ago

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Addressing Lottie.

Nobody made her address anything. It was not against her will. And the only reason I am responding is because of the slanderous accusations she has made against me and my practice.

If you have not seen Lottie's response, you can read it with this link.

For everything she says on the Acropolises and the screenshots she has from Wings' server, I already addressed that and see no point in harping on that further.

I will preface by saying that this will be a very long post. So please, strap in.

On what she says about me...

I would like to start with things that were left out of Lottie's post. Lottie and I stopped being friends because of the way she decided to bring readings to us, a few people who were friends and shared a group chat with one another. I've censored names of people in these screenshots. But notice the way she comes forward and says that "someone's in trouble."

Notice in these screenshots the ways in which she brings up the fact that someone is in trouble with their patron. She brings it up like it is high school gossip in a group chat full of people who are 6+ years younger than her, might I add. Of course we're going to be anxious. Of course we're going to be concerned. Especially when you look at the fact that she disappears a 9:20 and doesn't come back for another twenty minutes. When I say she uses her Priestesshood as a way to hold things over other peoples' heads, this is what I mean. She comes in when she has an inkling that someone is in trouble. Then she dictates how another Priestx should communicate with their Patron. "Everythings ok, did a quick reading. "Do an In depth one." As if her readings are gospel and infallible.

Now, to move on to the conversation she and I had in dms. I didn't post screenshots to respect her privacy but now that they're out there, let's talk about them. I'll go screenshot by screenshot.

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"You are not in trouble." A direct contradiction from what was previously said, but alright. I'm not one to argue semantics.

Second - The reading itself.

I would like it to be known that every instance before this where I have spoken "with authority" has been with Lottie's permission. In fact, I'll attach some examples here.

In this screenshot, I am anxious about sharing things that King Zeus has said about people consistently relying on others for readings and communicating with the Gods. Lottie encourages me, and even tells me to consider it part of training. Notice how she encourages me to act as an authority on these things.

In these screenshots, notice how she encourages me to act out of anger.

But yet... I'm the one who acts out of ego? I'm the one with the authority issues? Sure. I never acted without permission. I never acted without express permission from her as a server owner.

And these are also actions that I have apologized for here. My actions are my own. But I will not let you sit there and call me egotistical when every time I acted, I acted with your express permission. You tell staff to go offline. You tell staff to disregard what goes on in your server because you are angry at someone but don't want to express your anger yourself. You constantly used me as a scapegoat to do and say things so that you could escape the backlash. But when it came time to own up to these things, I had to ask you to tell your admin team that I was given permission. Because the only time you were willing to own up to it was when it was blowing up in your face.

To the next snippet of our convo.

Third - The reason for the reading and my response.

I want to address a few things here.

First, the fact that here, you emphasize that Priesthood can be chosen. But whenever there was anyone who displayed Priesthood in a way you didn't like, you were quick to do readings on them to denounce and discredit their priesthood and training. You took joy in this, as evidenced by:

Not to mention treating yourself like an authority on deciding who can and cannot be a Priestx:

I no longer have access to this form that she made. But essentially, those who filled out the form would have to wait to get a confirmation reading from either Lotte or the head Admin. This is her positioning herself as an authority. And then she dared to criticize my Priestxhood Confirmation Spread in your post (see screenshot).

The second thing I want to bring up is the way we were actually talking about Priestxhood. Wings and I were talking about the hardships that come with training. We were talking about how stressful and strenuous it was, and why someone who is just starting out their practice should not seek the title. Not only do they have minimal Kharis with the Gods, but they may not even find a home in Helpol and want to pursue other avenues. Unfortunately, due to Acropolises being deleted, I no longer have any screenshots from that convo. But the individual we were talking to got further guidance from Wings and felt better about the whole thing afterward. I took a step back from it because it was regarding Lady Aphrodite, and She is Wings' patron. Not mine.

As for my response to her... well, I still stand by everything I said there. And to reiterate it would be wasting your time. I did a reading with King Zeus to ask why He was angry with me and He instead told me to stand my ground and chin up. He wasn't angry with me. And I would think that my Patron would come to me directly if He was truly so annoyed with my behavior that He pulled her to the crossroads to talk to Lottie. But He wasn't. I asked Him. Several times.

Fourth - Her personal issues with what occured.

My job under King Zeus Horkios, as He has outlined to me time and time again, is to help guide people who seek the Oathsworn path and protect the sanctity of these oaths. My demeanor shifted under King Zeus because I no longer let people walk all over me. I no longer let people dictate things about me. I no longer let you walk over me. I learned to stand my ground and speak my mind and people saw this as ego. I have never once blinded myself to criticism. I take accountability where I need to and ask people to hold me accountable. I have always asked people to hold me accountable. I have never shied away from critique or criticism. I have gotten angry at people calling me egotistical for simply doing my job, something that Lottie has encouraged me to do several times previously.

There is no guarantee that those who seek the path will be chosen for it. You have consistently echoed this in Acropolises. You have said countless times that the path is not for everyone. And you even made a way to verify the path. If it was something that people could simply choose, why do you need to verify them for it? Is that not contradictory?

Five - Me "insulting her Priestesshood."

Saying "I'm concerned because it sounds like your reading with King Zeus was heavily influenced by your own personal feelings on the situation" is not insulting someone's Priesthood. It is not insulting how you serve the Gods. It is criticism. And for someone who claims that I can't take criticism, I would encourage you to look in the mirror.

Personal feelings can get in the way of readings all the time. It is basic psychology. Implicit Biases play a role in everything we do - whether it is for or against someone. Notice how never in this conversation does she reference the word of King Zeus again. Never does she go back to what He said or His feelings. She only focuses on her own feelings and how the conversation came off to her (worth mentioning that no one else read the conversation this way. No one involved took it this way. Just her.) She has done several readings based on her own emotions.

Readings on the status of someone's Priestxhood. Readings asking about people and their situations without their consent.

Lottie lets her emotions drive her every move. And to not acknowledge that is concerning, especially as a messenger.

There is more beyond this, but this is the initial conversation that led me to leave Acropolises and cut ties with her. I did not appreciate how I was talked to towards the end of the conversation at all. She calls my personal experience misinformation when it was not just me who was making statements. I am just the loudest voice when it comes to these sorts of things. I do not want people going down paths and making oaths that they cannot take back. Since when was that such a horrible thing?

From this point forward, I will be addressing the things she said about me in her post.

I would like to start by saying that I have not publically had Lottie's name in my mouth since a little after that first initial vent session we had in the serious chat of Wings' server. So I don't quite know where she's getting the fact that I am still talking poorly about her and making comments about her. Because I am certainly not doing it publically, one, and two, if I am, it has been in confidence with friends who have also had similar poor experiences that we are coming to terms with.

On top of this, she says that her friends are sending her screenshots of these things. To this, I have a few things to say.

Why are you so obsessed with the fact that people talk about you? Why are you obsessed with the fact that people vent about their poor experiences with you behind closed doors and in safe spaces? Because you cannot respond?

Another bigger question: Why do you have friends sending you screenshots of things that are being said by people far younger than you? You constantly get into drama with people who are 6+ years younger than you. Do you not think that is concerning? Do you not think that this is an issue? Why do the opinions of people who are 17-20 concern you so greatly? If you are truly the bigger person, you would shut down the idea of these screenshots coming your way and tell your friends that you do not care what a bunch of undeveloped teens and adults have to say about you.

But you care far too much to do that.

I posted about you because someone sent in an ask about you and Acroplises. I have nothing to hide. I strive to create an entirely transparent environment with my followers and the community I wish to serve. I want people to come to me and trust me. People viewed us as being close friends. And I reblogged Wayfind-er's response to asks, so they came to me. I did not do it specifically to target you or kick up drama. Not everything is a personal slight against you. Not everything is going to kick up into drama. I spoke my mind and stood firm on my opinions, and here you go again, calling me egotistical and inexperienced.

And then you had the audacity to call into question my graduation. How dare I ask those who have done consecration ceremonies for tips on how one is done! How dare I seek guidance to ensure that I am taking the proper steps to devote myself to the King who has consistently praised and guided my hand! O, what horror!

Get over yourself. When someone does it to you, you get defensive and take it personally. But when you do it to others, again, it's fine. I have been actively researching Hellenic Polytheism for 10 years at this point. I'm turning 21, so yes, I've been doing this research since I was 10. We had an assignment on the Greek Gods in my English class and through that, I discovered Hellenic Polytheism. I have done endless research on the Gods since then. My memory of things is spotty due to my Dissociative Disorder, but I have learned a lot in this time.

I did not start active worship until I was 14, and this started with Lord Apollon. I worshipped Him, and in my worship, I found titles like Oracle and Priest. I did not know that these thing were possible, but I did research on them anyway. You were not my initial introduction to such titles. You were my re-introduction and proof that it is truly possible to seek these paths. Since I was 16, I've wanted to be an Oracle for Lord Apollon and I worked my ass off to get there. I got better at divination, I honed in on my clairsentience training, I practiced endlessly, built immeasurable amounts of Kharis with several of the Gods. King Zeus tried interjecting Himself into my path several times. I didn't let Him. I acknowledged Him, I thanked Him, but I was fearful of working with Him. I have since gotten over that fear. King Zeus told me that a huge part of my training has been building Kharis with the Gods, something I have done in all my years of training. Especially when I got the chance to study abroad last spring.

You then go on this long rant about how you had the privilege to travel to Greece several times, commit yourself to Lord Hermes, and so on. Is this supposed to be a flex? Am I supposed to feel inferior because you have money and I don't? Not to mention you bringing up that you bought me two Oracle decks that I use with King Zeus. Do you mean the Christmas Gifts you purchased for me for "being such an amazing friend"? How odd that you feel you can hold these things over peoples' heads when you're allegedly doing it out of the kindness of your heart.

I organized a Diasia festival for your server within four days after being modded, a position I fought tooth and nail for because you encouraged me to. I wanted to see a change in Acropolises because I genuinely believed there was potential for that server. I have written countless hymns for King Zeus, written several prayers, learned household worship of Him, learned extensively of His domains, and I plan on continuing my celebration of His holidays and ceremonies. I'm sorry that I struggle to memorize hymns because I have memory issues. May the Gods forgive me for that. But you do not get to criticize my Priesthood and training when you said yourself that you were sure I'd make a fine priest.

You do not get to criticize me and my path when you cannot take the heat yourself. Do not throw stones at glass houses.

You speak on my server that you know nothing about. You are not in it. You have friends who have been sending you screenshots of my server, I take it? The server that has resource channels per pantheon that get added to every now and again? With resources that are submitted to and vetted by staff before they get posted? The server that I made to learn about oaths across different Pantheons, where the only one who seems to take issue with it is the one person who is not in it? I do not want a large server. Those who need it will seek it out. I do not need to have a large community under me to feel validated in my practice. I have this platform, which is more fulfilling than any Discord server could be. And that is my preference. I am thankful to the Temple of the Dove for being a space in which I can assist people on their paths and for the Grove of Olympia for being an educational space. The Acropolises is not the only space where people could share information. You did not coin the idea of making Helpol servers. You do know that, correct?

You do not get to speak on my background when you know nothing about it. You are far more privileged than I. You vented in Acropolises about spending 600 dollars on clothes when people around you were venting about being unable to afford groceries and housing. I cannot afford my medication. But you can afford several trips to and from Greece. This is not the power play that you think it is.

Your "bingo card" did not come off as a joke to me. I am autistic. You know this. I took it as something genuine. You do not get to play it off as a joke when it sparked real fear for me in the moment. You do not get to play off the fear you have caused people as jokes and things taken the wrong way when you accuse others of fearmongering. Again, I truly suggest you invest in a good mirror.

For your final section.

How do you know that several Gods are coming to me and giving me tasks? I never told you that. What grounds do you have to assume that I can't source why we train under specific epithets? I never told you that. I encourage you to remove whatever spies you have from our servers. It is not a good look for you. And if they choose to stay and send you screenshots, that's fine. That is a reflection of you, not us.

I looked up to you as a mentor, and this is something that I have told you in confidence. You didn't take an issue with this then. Why take an issue with it now, when I say no one should be looking up to you? Because you think it makes you look better? More mature? If you cannot look inward at yourself and truly understand why someone who looked up to you would advise others against it, you are only further proving my point.

I would like for this to end here. But I know you, and I know your ego. Whether you choose to go in hiding, change your name, and try to move on, or whether you choose to respond to me, I will not let you walk all over me anymore. I have done it for far too long. You chose to slander me, and I chose to respond. Because unlike you, I do not have to rely on attacks on one's character to feel vindicated. I rely on facts with evidence behind them. I encourage you to do the same.

To those who have supported me in my endeavors, I appreciate you greatly. To those who have learned something from my platform, I am very glad that you have. I do not plan on wavering or going anywhere. I am here to serve the community. And part of this is calling out those who choose to spread lies and misinformation in hopes of crawling out of the hole they have dug for themselves. I apologize for ever going to bat for Lottie. She did not deserve my grace. I do not serve her. I serve the community that has blessed me with a platform.

I will continue to put my best foot forward and learn from the things I have truly done wrong and hope that others see the error of their ways. Thank you.

Xaire, Altis.

#helpol #hellenic polytheism #hellenic deities #hellenic polythiest #hellenism #hellenic polytheistic #hellenic worship #zeus deity #zeus devotion #oath keeper #hellenic gods #hellenic polytheist #hellenic paganism #hellenismos #hellenistic

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the-s1lly-corner · 7 months ago

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Surprising Vassago by learning Spanish

Something something trope of "character A learns characters Bs language in secret to surprise them" my beloved

Notes: reader is male, reader is not a native Spanish speaker, admin does not speak Spanish but is trying his best and encourages you to correct him if any translations are inaccurate, short post

CWs: none

God... it's going to be so hard to keep it a secret from him for long enough to actually show off your progress- pretending not to understand the sweet words he says about you (to your face and to others), gossip, little sayings he reserves for Spanish... you must try to fiegn obliviousness

Hiding away your notes and practicing while he's away so you can get the pronunciations right gets hard when he's a fan of popping in unannounced to surprise you

But when you do reveal it? He's head over heels and wants to know everything- how long have you been practicing? How far along are you? Will immediately jump into speaking Spanish out of excitement (and to scope out how fluent you are)

You don't even need to show off anything massive- slip in a "mi vida" or a "Te quiero"

It's so... small- modest and inconspicuous- but it rings deep in Vassago because that tells him in an instant that you've spent even just a tiny bit of your time to try to impress him

More than open to help you continue to learn the language as well

#Vassago x reader #vassago x you #vassago imagine #helluva boss x you #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss imagine #helluva x reader #helluva x you #helluva imagine #helluva vassago x reader #helluva vassago x you #canon x reader #canon x you #x reader

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nishnormp · 1 year ago

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cheavy ramblings

Been thinking about the stinky BLU classic heavy from the comics lately. He's basically the villain of the final issues, and was practically built to be unlikeable from the start so his defeat could be more satisfying; buut since its been years since an update came out and I am slowly going insane, I think it would be funky to explore him more (bonus cmedic feature)

Few disclaimers: I'm not excusing his actions (I myself think hes a bitch) and I do NOT ship him with tf2 medic (also I dont think tf2 medic is unmasked cmedic bc 1)why would he sabotage himself in the issues by acting like That 2)uhh reasons later 3)this panel) also some of my takes aren't original, but I've expanded on em a bit

P1: Medic hater activities

As we all know, cheavy's greatest sin was dunking on + killing tf2 medic

Somehow he and tfc demo got sidetracked by medic's question, but the most hostile he gets towards tf2 medic here is jeering at the fact that they're going to hunt down his old team; which tf2 medic doesn't seem bothered by.

( @number1yisuchongfan actually brought this up before me) This panel pretty much sums up why cheavy is pissed: medic was implied to have a record of being weird with parts (he lost his license bc he stole a man's skeleton), he blew ALL of his budget meant for healing on exotic parts (that he put in cheavy's teammates), AND he revived the enemy (said enemy slips away a few panels later just as cheavy gets informed that three of his mercs died).

(also, the weird p3do tfc scout and soldier arent included in the 'three good men', since they died much later) Speaking of the 'good men' comment-

P2: Good leader at some point?? Not anymore tho

Hes gruff and an ass, but cheavy has a soft spot for his team; the tf2 mercs call each other strictly by their classes, but the tfc ones know each other names (also see cheavy's way of describing his dead teammates and his immediate reaction to go over there rather than curse/assume their incompetence)

He gets curious about australium, and from here on out he gets fixated on it- enough to be more unreasonable than usual. Cheavy is pretty amicable with Bea, and the way he acts with her is probably more in-character for what he was like back in his prime rather than the hot-tempered man that the later panels show.

I mean . He and his team were highly recommended and even took out ALL of the admin's elite teams, leaving the tf2 team for last. He may be a drill sergeant, but I don't think he was a genuine tyrant for most of his career; they aren't purely business-basis with each other (some of them formed close bonds, like fred and virgil), plus- any elite team would be able to capitalize on an overly prideful and control freaky leader (+a constantly demoralized team) sooner.

With three of his mercs dead and his plans failing against a team that he saw as rejects, the mental strain is showing badly. Tfc mercs don't have much personality in their games (or their own comic about them during their prime) but one of the few dynamics mentioned is between the Heavy and the Engineer+Medic. Tfc engie is the one who stepped up to ask about cheavy's plans, and he also gets the brunt of his anger. Earlier, cheavy answered bea's question and encouraged her, but now he's yelling and mocking the capabilities of one of the men he coordinates with the most.

Tfc scout's line may just be him not understanding/underestimating australium (esp since apparently cheavy had to ask grey mann what it even did), but it also reads as him seeing cheavy having officially gone off his rocker; his shaky grasp over leadership might kill the team before being deprived of yellow rocks does. Both scout and engie are thrown off by his attitude, implying that cheavy isn't usually like this (I can't imagine them being coordinated if they all shrimp away like that).

His line of thinking for both of these situations are pretty questionable. For the first one, he knows that the bots extract australium from the body, but he also knows that the mercs likely have nothing in them anyways (note the emphasis on his dead mercs, this is him taking revenge but also he is NAWT going to get any australium for those extra immortality machines which is still a pressing issue for his engie). In the second one, he first tells medic that they'll try figuring out how to stitch the machine on him, which leads to medic stabbing him and cheavy retaliating. Cheavy then goes all the way with attempting to kill him, stating that he'll just gets his answers from the administrator. Its soon revealed that he wants to fight tf2 heavy, but even that is ??? Like cheavy knows that he and his team are old as hell, but he's going to try having a fair fight with a guy in his prime anyways? He didn't even know that he could just slap on the machine at the time, and the unnecessary risk for what seems to be a quest to satisfy his ego is antithetical to his supposed goal of getting the rocks and making his team immortal. At this point, his hatred of medic has completely overridden his rationality; there were many ways for him to have killed both of them, yet he didn't take em.

P3: Cmedic

I saw some posts abt how cheavy is likely coded as homophobic due to how he treats medic (a presumably gay-coded character) bc of the "stay in the kitchen"-esque dialogue, and the way cheavy undermines him in verbal + physical ways. I do not have a very solid defense for this . aside from everything I listed before.

Just to clarify, I think its cheavy's fault for alienating medic from the start: loss of medical license aside, medic's inventions DO work splendidly for healing. Would it have been more concerning since medic is . meant to heal? Maybe. But mercs are literal murderers for hire, personality quirks should be the last of their priorities. The guy is passionate about showing off his stuff, and he was even enthusiastic about getting on the battlefield and healing cheavy. I'm not saying medic was going to be 100% loyal, but he's willing to do his job for the classics as long as he wasn't disrespected so damn much.

The tfc mercs with personalities are ones that oppose their tf2 counterpart; tfc sniper is a sadist rather than a swift professional, tfc pyro is...also a sadist rather than having tf2 pyro's misguided bubbliness, and cheavy does not respect his team's (current) medic. This in conjunction with the complete and utter lack of not just presence but also mention of tfc medic leads to the popular belief that the guy just up and left because of the disrespect.

(Writing inconsistencies be damned I like to cope) so what if it wasn't the case?

These are one of the few lines in tfc that describe a cooperative nature between certain classes. Like I mentioned earlier, tfc has less media compared to tf2 so its easy to slot personalities onto them as villains (tfc sniper's gun blowing people into giblets kinda helps), but I don't think these can be ignored. Fred was the one who represented the rest of the team's opinions to cheavy, and the phrasing in the second pic is even stronger; the heavymedic duo was always a thing, even in tfc.

Sort of. Gameplay-wise, cmedic is more like a roided out scout armed with a medkit that can give enemies and disguised spies tuberculosis, grenades that can send him across the map, and a gun that can destroy sentries (situational). He doesn't need to cling to his more offensive teammates as much as tf2 medic, and while his kit can instantly heal a teammate to full no matter the percentage + give overheal- its strictly melee ranged and has no ubercharge. In a narrative sense, cmedic would most likely oppose tf2 medic as a more 'grounded' healer. He prevents damage to his team by erasing enemies himself, doesn't go too overboard with his biochemical arsenal (his brew is potent but hes stuck with the melee-ranged kit and no crazy mechanic like uber), and can typically run off by himself (provided he isn't jumped by two soldiers or smth). Its a matter of game design, but can translate to the comics in an interesting way.

Medic is the only one who speaks of cmedic, and while the mention itself has no violent reaction- no one else speaks of him. I can't imagine him being easily forgotten since the heavymedic duo is just too iconic, so what if smth exceptionally horrible just happened to him? If cmedic was close to cheavy than everyone else, his loss/disappearance could explain cheavy's immediate dislike for tf2 med; not only replacing his own med, but with the complete opposite in terms of personality as well.

(I could expand on cmedic more, but this post is already long enough as is so I'll probably just make a separate one gah)

#tf2 #tf2 medic #tfc #tfc heavy #classic heavy #tfc medic #classic medic #once again dont take this as a defense post i just want to dissect cheavy like a bug #nish rambles

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wordsofthemuses · 2 days ago

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hello!

i'm going to try and keep this post relatively short, because i'm done dealing with the matter i'll be discussing and i don't feel like giving it more air time (outside of personal servers) than i need to. however, as someone who likes making content geared towards beginner helpols, i feel an obligation to say something.

note: if you do not wish to read past my "don't join the loveliests" message (above the image of the server) and wish to go straight to alternative servers you can join, scroll until you see the purple heading!

the home of the loveliests discord server (pictured below) is one of if not the biggest helpol servers i've seen... and i am going to ask you not to join it.

i, and many others, joined this server as a beginner helpol only to soon discover how incredibly toxic this place is. the owner of the server (who uses she/he pronouns for clarity while reading this post) has shown time and time again that she is extremely manipulative and toxic, and has built a community where people either agree with her or get ousted. this happened when i and the entirety of the server's old mod team, a mix of teens and adults, disagreed with the owner (M) on making the server more pro-nsfw, and the argument ended in almost the entire mod team being banned from the server. M proceeded to badmouth us to the server and expose our private messages, including ones with us sharing our personal traumatic experiences, to a server with 2000+ people in it.

this server has great resources, but at the end of the day, there are other places you can go. you should not prioritize resources over your mental health.

this post exists for a few reasons:

to keep more people from joining this server, as i (and others) genuinely think this server is a bad place

to share other helpol discord servers that i think are better for beginner helpols (and helpols of any experience level)

this post does NOT exist to tell you to bash M (who is, by the way, a literal teenager) in any way. it does NOT exist for you to go and talk about how bad this server is. it certainly does not exist to encourage you to join and see how bad it is yourself, or see if you can rile up M and his mod team. this post exists because myself and my fellow ex-mods are genuinely worried about the members of M's server(s) due to his behavior.

i have no ill intent towards M. i have almost entirely removed myself from further discussions about her and her servers for my own mental health, and because i genuinely worry a lot about M's mental health as well. please do not attack her, her boyfriend, or the server's mod team in any way. just use the knowledge from this post not to interact with them going forward. there is a document with evidence against M & his server that a couple of the ex mods assembled, and i and all the other mods have read and approved it. someday, i may add a link to that doc to this post. as of right now i am not comfortable doing so.

alternative servers to join

NOW! moving on from that, i want to give you all links to some servers i personally have found helpful as a beginner & intermediate hellenic polytheist. all servers are shared with permission from their owners/admin teams.

helpol cafe - this was the first server i joined after starting my practice! it's a lovely place and has a channel & ping specifically for asking helpol-related questions.

helpols safe space - this is a server geared towards education & sharing resources and knowledge. it's a great space to talk to others and learn things about hellenic polytheism!

#helpol #hellenic polytheism #hellenic pagan #hellenic worship #helpol community #hellenic polytheism community #pagan community #discord server #discord #community

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justinspoliticalcorner · 4 months ago

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Mira Lazine at Erin In The Morning:

On Thursday, the U.S. Department of Education opened an investigation into California’s Department of Education over Assembly Bill 1955, a law passed last year that limits the forced outing of transgender students to their parents. The bill, already the subject of multiple legal challenges, has become a lightning rod for anti-trans activists who claim it infringes on parental rights. The Department now echoes that line, suggesting the law may violate the Family Educational Rights and Privacy Act (FERPA)—a familiar argument among right-wing opponents of student privacy protections. What they leave out: a judge has already ruled that parents still retain access to educational records, including those that reflect pronoun or name changes. “There is no forced secrecy in this case; parents are still free to have conversations with their child about gender identity; and parents have the right to observe a classroom, talk to a teacher, and review educational records,” San Bernardino Superior Court Judge Michael Sachs wrote in a ruling on an earlier challenge to the law. This dynamic is not unique to California—schools across the country continue to allow parents access to their child’s school records. In a similar case in New Jersey, courts found that gender presentation changes don't automatically trigger changes to a student’s official records and emphasized that the laws simply protect a student’s right to disclose their identity on their own terms. In both cases, courts reviewed FERPA-based arguments and found the legal footing of anti-trans challengers to be unpersuasive. Up to 40% of homeless youth in the United States identify as LGBTQ+, and 28% of LGBTQ+ youth report experiencing homelessness at some point in their lives—most often after being kicked out by unsupportive family members. Outed youth also face a heightened risk of being subjected to conversion therapy, a discredited and harmful practice still legal in several states. AB 1955 allows students to use names, pronouns, and gender presentation that reflect their identity at school without the fear that educators will preemptively out them to their families. “The agency launched today’s investigation to vigorously protect parents’ rights and ensure that students do not fall victim to a radical transgender ideology that often leads to family alienation and irreversible medical interventions,” said Secretary of Education Linda McMahon in a statement. On Friday, McMahon sent a letter to education officials nationwide reaffirming the Department of Education Student Privacy Policy Office’s (SPPO) opposition to legislation like AB 1955, doubling down on the administration’s broader resistance to transgender rights. The letter reiterates claims from the department’s original announcement of its investigation—echoing the repeatedly debunked narrative advanced by the Trump administration that schools are encouraging vulnerable youth to transition without consent. The U.S. Department of Agriculture also weighed in, issuing a separate letter to California Governor Gavin Newsom, who signed AB 1955 into law, signaling its support for the investigation.

This move is part of a broader push by the Trump administration to curtail transgender rights across multiple arenas, including bans on transgender military service, sweeping restrictions on gender-affirming care, and policies barring transgender people from public accommodations like restrooms. It reflects a coordinated effort to mainstream anti-trans positions within both Republican and even some Democratic circles—an effort that emboldens anti-trans advocates who view the current administration as a vehicle to undermine transgender rights at a foundational level.

[...] State Superintendent Tony Thurmond also outlined that the California Department of Education will remain committed to protecting this bill and transgender students. “Our students must be safe in order to learn,” he said in a statement. “I have heard from so many students and families whose safety has been impacted by forced outing policies. To our LGBTQ+ youth and families, I want to make sure that you hear us as loudly as we hear you: You are heard, you are protected, and you are loved.”

The Trump Regime is threatening federal school funding to California over its student safety-protecting bill AB1955 that prevents forced outing of trans students.

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jojosbingsu · 10 months ago

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your boyfriend!jo post came just as i was about to go to bed and scrolling in the jo and &team imagines tags... omg if this isnt fate idk what is. hes soooo endearing and sweet and patient and cute and kind!! he's the type to stay consistently dedicated when he decides on something, to the best of his ability. he shows it in his love for practicing and improving his abilities as an idol, his relentless love for the simplicity of white rice... his reaction if his gf took him on an overnight date to the countryside would be so cute. he's always waiting for others to finish speaking and takes his time with his words, and he listens diligently and responds to *every little thing* when someone is talking to him. he's so cute. the way his ears almost always turn red every time he speaks?!!? and he said he can feel it, so sometimes he stops speaking until he calms down and they stop being red... i dont want to playfully tease him but the demons inside me want to playfully tease him. 😆and he's such a good sport about everything, he knows he's quiet and he doesn't mind it if it gets pointed out for a laugh. he also follows directions really well, and you can tell he always considers how other people may feel or assumes the context takes precedence over his own feelings before he reacts. like when they were pranked with the fake PD, he didn't react because he thought it was part of the fake personality test he was taking. and when he asked maki to please show him how to cut a bread roll in half ... 😭 he pays a lot of attention to people's details too. i think he would be a quiet, meticulous boyfriend who laughs wholeheartedly very often when he's around you. his openness when something makes him laugh is one of my favorite things about him because it's such a big contrast? to how quiet he easily can be when he laughs loudly. i think k and taki do a really good job of encouraging that out of him. it's also so cute how he easily (and all the members) call things/people cute. bf!jo would say that a lot i think 😖 can you please write bf!jo accepting a handmade chocolate bar on valentines day? 😆

Giving Jo Homemade Candy on Valentine’s Day

Admin: Ellie

Genre: Fluff, Wholesome

Pairing: gn!reader x bf!Jo

Word Count: 1.34K

Notes: Thank you for requesting anon~! I agree that Jo as a boyfriend would be the most wholesome and humbling experience one could ever have in their lifetime. I think Jo would absolutely call his partner “cute” about 1400 times a day, especially if this person went out of their way to dress nicely for him. Wearing his favorite colors, styling their hair in a new way, wearing the jewelry he bought for them, dressing up in new pajamas – I feel like Jo would always find a reason to refer to them as “cute” just to see a happy reaction on their face. I agree that he would notice his partner’s small details and quirks, too! Small things would stand out to him because he’s just naturally an observant guy. I feel like out of all of the &Team members, Jo and Fuma would be the ones who picked up on subtle details belonging to their lover. Whether it’s the subtle reactions you have when you’re stressed out or the habit you have of reaching to touch your ears when you're nervous or frightened (I do this), they’d pick up on it right away and immediately know what to do to make you feel more comfortable. </3 I can’t explain it but I think Taki would probably fall into this category as well. He seems like he REALLY admires the people around him and tries his best to pay close attention to them when they’re talking to him. I think he would pick up on subtleties as well just because his infatuation with his lover lets him see when something changes in their behaviors.

Extra Note: I really hope you enjoy reading this and that it meets your expectations~! As always, you're more than welcome to submit a new request or let me know how you feel about my interpretation of your prompt. :) I look forward to seeing your opinion or next request, anon!

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a soft, golden glow over the park and river as you and Jo sat comfortably on a blue plaid blanket together. It was peaceful, the kind of afternoon where time seemed nonexistent and the only sounds that surrounded you two were the rustling leaves when the wind blew and the soft river water rushing over the rocks just below the overpass that houses the park. You had spent the entire day by Jo’s side, relaxing, sharing homemade sandwiches and sharing your favorite things about one another. This is your second Valentine’s with Jo and you two decided to do something that felt more personal than going out for a traditional and stereotypical romantic Valentine’s Day dinner.

As your picnic started to draw closer to a close, Jo reached towards his backpack and pulled out a small blue gift box, a cute grin slowly finding the corners of his mouth as he brought it to sit in his lap. “I know we said we wouldn’t do anything stereotypical today but I wouldn’t feel right about not giving you anything,” Jo started his explanation while you let out a soft laugh and reached into your own bag to pull out an equally small gift box.

“Ah, before I open that, I wanted to say that I have a gift for you, too.” You offer a smile while Jo offers a surprised eyebrow raise in response, his heart already starting to flutter in his chest at the gesture.

“For me?” His voice was soft as he asked the question, his voice full of wonder as he carefully accepted the box from your hands. You’ve given Jo plenty of gifts over the course of your relationship but he always seems so surprised and curious each time a new one is given to him. - It’s something you’ve grown to adore from him! It’s almost like each gift you give is the first one he’s gotten from you, his joy and gratitude absolutely unmeasurable and unwavering.

“You go first,” You encourage with a loving smile as his eyes seemed to bounce back and forth between the two boxes, Jo moving to set your gift down just in front of you so you could open it as soon as you were ready to do so.

His fingertips brushed lightly over the box as he admired the effort put into the small bow you tied using a red ribbon to ensure it would remain closed while it traveled within your purse. He pulled the ribbon strings carefully as if he was afraid of offending you for removing it, a happy grin coming to rest on his face when he pulled it open to see a small card resting on top of the chocolate just underneath.

Because you’re as sweet as candy!

He picked the card up and set it down on his lap to admire the chocolate bar waiting patiently for his attention. It didn’t look perfect, with the edges being slightly uneven in some spots, but to Jo, this was the prettiest chocolate bar he’d ever laid his eyes on. You could see the blush as it ignited across his face and quickly traveled down his neck and up towards his ears, his eyes widening in awe.

“You made this?” His eyes flickered between you and the chocolate, a loving grin quickly replacing the initial shocked look that had crossed his face. You couldn’t help but blush at the way he looked at and spoke to you in this moment, your heart almost skipping a beat at his reaction.

“Just for you, Jojo! Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Jo’s heart swelled with happiness at the thought of you spending so much time making something sweet just for him to enjoy. He couldn’t resist the urge to immediately reach forward to pull you in for a tight, loving embrace. You would think you had just roped the moon in and given it to him directly as a sign of your love for him at the way he buried his face in your shoulder and whispered a soft, almost trembling statement of gratitude in your ear.

“Thank you so much, (Y/N), this really means the world to me.” Jo pulled back from the hug after a moment but continued to hold onto one of your hands with his thumb brushing tenderly against the skin of your knuckles, his eyes glistening with unspoken affection and pride.

“I know you said it’s just for me but could we maybe share it?” Jo asked shyly, glancing back down at the chocolate with his cute grin coming back to rest on his face. Moments like this where you two are alone and sharing your appreciation for one another have always been special to Jo but the fact that you handmade him something made it feel even more meaningful than before.

You offer a small nod in response and watched how carefully he seemed to pull the chocolate bar from its small insulated box, a hesitant look crossing his face as he broke part of the bar off to offer up to your lips, his heart fluttering all over again when his finger brushed over your lip in the process of trying to feed the sweet treat to you. You watched his reaction carefully and hopefully as he took a small piece to pop into his own mouth, a relieved sigh suddenly leaving your mouth when you saw how his face immediately lit up at the taste that flooded over his taste buds.

“Oh my gosh, it’s perfect.” His voice was as gentle as always, a hint of sincerity on the back end of his tone. “Just like you!”

You offered a lighthearted laugh and noticed how Jo seemed to blush and become instantly embarrassed by his own choice of words. You leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, Jo unable to stop the giddy sounding giggle from erupting out of his chest at the sensation of having your lips pressed against his cheek. The small gesture was something grand to Jo, an act that always made him feel more connected to you than ever. It was all he needed to be reminded that he was yours, you were his, and you were both just content to be there together at this moment.

“Now it's your turn,” Jo reminded you of the gift box waiting just in front of you, another hint of shyness suddenly hugging the boy’s voice and expression as he took another small piece of the chocolate to bite into. “Admittedly, it’s not as cool as homemade chocolate.”

“Nonsense,” You muttered as you brushed off his words and pulled the gift box open to reveal a diary style notebook hidden within. A curious look crossed your face as you pulled the notebook out, your mind racing with ideas for what could be woven between the pages. Initially, you thought he was giving you a special sketchbook he had been working on secretly behind your back and you felt excited to get a look at all of the new art your lover had produced, but you were pleasantly surprised to flip through the pages and see them packed full of small, detailed love letters he had been pouring his heart into since the year’s beginning.

Though you chose not to go down the traditional route for celebrating Valentine's Day as a couple, you still found a way to make this day special enough neither of you would be forgetting it for many years to come! Good luck topping it next year and.. Just so you know, Jo will ask for your homemade chocolate again in a few short weeks because he’s feeling disappointed by the store bought garbage. He sulks and says “it’s just not as good as the kind you make,” making it almost impossible to tell him you won’t make a batch for him.

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ask-jean-darc · 6 months ago

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Bonjour.

Napoleon: "Mozart! You are a terrible teacher! You have to be encouraging. I teach the children in town—let me help him."

Arthur: "Now hold on, mate. If we’re talking about who’s most qualified, it’s clearly me. Who better than a proper British author to teach him how to write?"

Dazai: "Oh? And what of me, Arthur-kun? I’m a writer too, you know. My works are considered masterpieces."

Arthur: "Masterpieces? That’s generous. Your writing’s all over the place, mate. Admit it."

Dazai: (gasps dramatically, clutching his chest) "Oh, Arthur-kun, how cruel! Do you not see the layers of my genius?!"

Arthur: "Layers? You’re like an onion—makes everyone cry and smells funny."

(The arguing grows louder.)

Leonardo: "Relax, everyone. Let’s not overwhelm him. Jean, just write whatever comes to mind. No pressure, alright?"

Dazai: "Jean, you should make it poetic! Add a touch of tragedy."

Mozart: (sighs loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose) "The real tragedy is that I have to listen to this."

Napoleon: "Poetry? He should learn to write properly first. Start with full sentences."

Arthur: "Jean, throw in a bit of wit, mate. Nothing like a good joke to liven things up. Don’t you agree, Theo?"

Theo: (shrugging) "Don’t involve me in this. It doesn’t matter to me. Let him write however he wants."

Vincent: (encouragingly) "Jean, write what feels natural to you. Express your heart—it’s the most important thing."

Theo: "Of course! That’s brilliant advice, Vincent. Only you could suggest something so meaningful. Everyone else, stop distracting him!"

Dazai: (leans toward Theo with a sly grin) "Are you tearing up? Truly, Vincent has moved you."

Theo: "Shut it, or I’ll move you—right out the window.

Arthur: "Give it a tick, and he’ll show himself out the window, no need to help."

Comte: "Gentlemen, please. Let Jean decide how he wishes to write. This is his practice, not a circus. Perhaps you should all leave, and I will help him."

Isaac: "Actually, Jean...you should consider keeping it simple. Structure is important—Napoleon might have a point."

(Sebastian walks in with a tea tray, calmly setting it down.)

Sebastian: "Or we could just let Jean practice without turning it into a philosophy debate."

Shakespeare (dramatic as ever): "Ah, the grievous toil of the quill! Let thy hand pour forth the tempest of thy soul, and may thy words strike like thunder upon the page!"

Theo: “You realize no one understands a word you say, don’t you?”

Shakespeare: "Ah, but tis not my tongue that fails thee, good sir; 'tis thine own wit that falters in its grasp!"

Theo: "Right. And yet somehow, I’m the one still making sense. Fancy that."

Vincent: “Such good emotional expression, Jean!”

Arthur: "Well said, mate. There’s your first proper sentence spoken with some fire!"

Dazai: "Truly, a masterpiece of brevity!"

Vincent: "See? You’re already improving."

Mozart: (mutters under his breath) "The bar is on the floor."

Arthur: "Right, this calls for a toast! I’ll fetch the good stuff. Well, the decent stuff—I wouldn’t waste the really good stuff on Mozzie."

Comte: “Yes, a toast to new beginnings.”

Jean: (visibly exhausted) “Can you perhaps do that...somewhere besides my bedroom?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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wesleysniperking · 4 months ago

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Welcome to Usopp’s 14-Day Tall Tale!

Hello everyone! I'm excited to share this post early so that everyone can get a head start. After discussing when to kick off our celebration, we've (admin and mod) decided to begin Usopp's two-week community wide birthday week a day early. Instead of starting on Sunday, we will begin today on Saturday, March 22nd, 2025. (community link)

The name of our community event is "Usopp’s 14-Day Tall Tale." Please use the hashtag #usoppdaycom2025 to let us know you're participating.

Read on for more details, including the infographics, to understand how to participate, as well as the writing and fan art prompts. There is also a separate event being organized on a Tumblr blog (by completely different people), and we encourage you to participate there as well. However, please note that their event is completely separate from ours, which will last for two weeks.

Further details about the rules, guidelines, and prompts will be provided later in the post.

related to this older ask answer

For reference, my ask box is no longer open for requests, but this is from before I closed it, so I will be writing for this ask.

Oh, god, yeah, I would love nothing more than to elaborate. I forgot about that idea that we (mostly @sail-not-drift, but I was there, too, lol) floated around, so thank you so much for reminding me. Quaterback by day, slavering team whore by night Steve scrambles my brain, though, so I'm not sure anything that comes out will be fucking coherent, lmao. There's really something about the peak masculinity, pure testosterone, homoeroticism of college football quarterback Steve taking it like a champ that really gets to me. I mean... 😮‍💨😮‍💨

So, here's some more mush-brain thoughts:

It doesn't end when Steve, Bucky, and the rest of the team leave the private, charged space of the locker room away from prying eyes. How could it? Steve walks around looking like that. His looks--all soft, pretty face and hard, rough body--don't fade the moment he steps beyond the threshold of the locker rooms. So, there's no fucking way. And, fuck, he doesn't just walk, he hustles to classes like that, he studies like that, he plays games like that, he practices like that, and, most pornographically, he runs like that. All. the. fucking. time.

So, it's only natural that the boys on their team are on him like hunting dogs on the fresh scent of a raccoon outside the locker room.

At practice, they're running sprint drills, and the sight of Steve launching himself back and forth across the field, going all out pumping his arms and legs, then crouching to touch the white lines painted into the grass before popping back up and taking off again is too much. The immediate moment coach isn't paying too close of attention or wanders off to talk with admin more privately about game ticket sales or whatever the fuck, the howls and bites start.

They're dogs.

Piling onto him, wolf-whistling at him, making lewd comments and gestures, and smacking his thick obliques and broad shoulders and, yeah, those big fucking tits.

He has fucking jiggle physics.

It's distracting, okay?

He's jiggling and wobbling all over the field, his tight dri-fit t-shirt ringed with sweat under the collar, around his pits, and in a line between his pecs. It's unreal. How does anyone just look like that? Flushed a healthy pink, grunting with effort, and sculpted like a young Greek god.

Shit.

And a damn crying shame that when they're playing games that those tits are hidden underneath all his bulky padding--if only everyone watching knew what they were missing. If only everyone, not just his boyfriend and his loyal team, knew what he was hiding under there.

Goddamn.

You know what-?

Maybe they outta show everyone. And then, when that dirty fantasy crosses their minds, the crowd of sweaty, handsy men high on the exertion of a good workout, loose and feeling good, all look towards Bucky, knowing that he's really the one directing this operation. How about it? Should everyone know?

Steve accordingly pouts at Bucky--Steve just a sweet little seal helpless and barely treading water as surrounded by sharks--playfully trying to get Bucky to make them stop and lay off him so he can go back to his workout. He's whining performatively.

Bucky doesn't call off the dogs. He blows the whistle instead, encouraging the rowdy behavior, pushing off the side of the stadium with his shoulder as he finishes gulping down some cool water. A drop of it clings enticingly to his shapely bottom lip, as he suggests with the quirk of a predatory eyebrow that, yeah, maybe they should. And, you know what, Halloween is coming up. Maybe it's time they show off what Steve really is. Star quaterback, sure, that's one word for it, the G.O.A.T is another, and allstar, too.

But... Bucky gets that dangerous look in his eyes, the one that makes Steve weak at the knees, knowing he's fucking in for it now. And instinctively, he sways more into the hands all over him, squeezing at his sore muscles, needing support for the rising fever.

Also, he's the college's cash cow, isn't he? Maybe it's time he lives up to the name. They may as well pop him into a little cow print bikini for the holiday. His tiddies would look good in an itty bitty bikini top, don't you think?

And a cash cow with tits like Steve has..? They're gonna be milking him for a while.

Suddenly, practice ends up being cut short without coach supervision on account of everyone desperately needing to test a theory: can cash cow Steve cum from just having his nipples and tits tortured, no below-the-belt stimulation whatsoever? They need an answer.

And they're gonna fucking kill Steve through sheer embarrassment and pleasure, he swears it. He's gonna drop dead on the field one day. Every day that he shows up to practice is another step toward that occasion. Today, there is no exception with Steve's weak knees leaving him with no choice but to be hauled off the field by too many hands to count, all of them wanting a piece of him, carrying him away like a flood-swollen river, the current too strong to fight.

The answer turns out to be yes. Yes, Steve can cum from just having his poor tits abused, leaving his hard, hard nipples swollen and red and the smooth, milky white skin of his plump pecs bruised badly. He'll be biting his lip every time he uses his arms or flexes his chest for days.

And start a fucking petition for Steve's tits because the torture of them doesn't stop there...

It's on that exactly fucking occasion where the only thing going down is messing with those perky tits and deliciously pink nipples that the entire fucking team discovers how gorgeous Steve's face looks when in that particular flavor of agony. Pressed between a rock and a hard place, crumbling apart.

So, quickly, tit play becomes a favorite of every pervert on the team (re: all of the bastards). It's always been a favorite of Bucky's, which is partially why he pushed the team to those two hot spots sitting high on Steve's sculpted chest in the first place, but regardless, it's good for Steve. It's good for everybody, a little bit of agonizing pleasure that turns Steve into a mess of urgent squirming and high, pleading whimpers--begging for more or begging for it to stop, not even Steve himself knows when he's drowning in heat. Molten lava pouring over him, submerging him entirely.

It's plain as fucking day to see whenever anyone starts being mean to his sweet nipples but it's especially apparent when he's also got a dick in his ass. He's a slut, he needs filling. So, of course, he's most out of his mind when he's full and he's tortured just enough.

The rock and hard place of it all are two (or more) slabs of pure muscle in the shape of college boys having their way with Steve. And Steve is rubble between them, ground down to nothing. Nothing but bliss, making the most obscene faces as he's fucked full and his nipples are flicked, twisted, and pinched. His glassy eyes roll right back into his skull while his hot, red mouth drops all the way open, his jaw clattering against the floor. He's a whore for it. Drooling, sweating, and turning the same color as a fucking bright red cherry.

That face he makes when he's right at the edge, swollen lips quivering, about to cum from the love of being filled, clenching down, and having his tits groped, needs to be photographed and framed.

Put that shit in the Louvre.

Steve's a mess then--tits touched, ass fucked--and he's an even bigger mess in the locker room showers where he's supposed to be getting clean, not dirtier.

But Steve is nothing if not dirty. He can't help himself! It's in his fucking biology; the same as being a freak of nature, too good at football, is being a whore. It comes so naturally for him to slobber over cock that might as well be written into his DNA, right next to his all-American-football-star gene.

So, in the locker room showers, he's sucking Bucky's dick like he's starved for it and doesn't get this all the time, while a few different boys play with his puffy, pretty pink hole. Bucky's muscular back is slammed against the cool tile wall, his head tipped back, cock shoved deep into his boyfriend's too-skilled throat; Steve's on his knees in front of him, getting hit with the spray of the shower and melting under its hot water, dripping in vast, rushing rivers over his too-pretty curves and plains; the others are dogpiling into the tiled area wherever they can fit themselves in, hounding each other just for a piece of Steve.

It's energetic and chaotic, slippery and heady.

They're squeezing in just to feed Steve's hungry body a few fingers, aching to feel his velvet-smooth walls from the inside that clench around anything they stick up there like he'll die without it. Fingers. Tongues. Cocks. A fist. Even, Jesus Christ, the tips of footballs, taking bets on now much he'll be able to take before he can't stretch any wider and ends up whining through watery whimpers to stop and please, please, please just fuck him instead. Anything. He'll do anything to have a real cock and not a tease. He's that much of a slavering whore for being fucked.

While Steve makes pitchy, desperate sounds around Bucky's cock, gagging for it, their teammates are cracking jokes about how if Steve's athleticism weren't his money maker than this sweet little pussy definitely would be. He'd make a fortune in porn. And, hey, he could use the same kinds of fucking moniquors, couldn't he? Golden boy. Allstar. Playmaker. Captain.

Then, later in the season, they're crammed together, not in a shower but on the busses--the bus time comes with the game. Always does. They have to travel between stadiums 'cause they can't always have the home field advantage, as much as they might want it that way. The treat for such exhausting travel, though, is the post-game ritual involving, of course, Steve.

After a game, it's always so late, and in the dead of night, driving down desolate, lengthy highways, the team is free to wind down. Someone's playing music over their Bluetooth speaker, just loud enough for everyone to hear, but not blasting out anyone's ears. There's pockets of conversation and the white noise of a few players' snores and snuffles as sleep finds them. And, also, there's the shuffling, quiet sounds of each of the team all taking turns helping Rogers with his own cool-down ritual, getting up from their seats to pay him a visit all the way in the back, back row of the bus away from the driver's view.

Bucky stays with him back there for the whole ride, petting his golden hair and keeping an eye on him while everyone else comes and goes. They know how to share intimately well, and everyone knows they get a few minutes--maybe longer, depending on the length of the drive--with Steve's hot mouth around their cock. They just gotta be patient and wait for it to be their turn.

After such exertion that comes with the all-out blitz of a game, Steve doesn't have the energy to actually blow anyone, so he's not. It's not a blowjob for everybody on the team. No one is nutting; they're bonding. It's just a few minutes of safe keeping in Steve's warm, slick mouth.

The sensation of countless cock after cock, heavy and musky and soft in his mouth with thick thighs pressed against his ears and a hand in his hair, stroking him as if he's a kitten purring away in their lap, keeps Steve calm and easy. He drifts all the way home like that. Somewhere hazy and glittery above his body. Out of his body. It takes true fucking brainpower to think on the fly, assessing the whole field, every player and every potential outcome, and modifying team gameplay plans and strategies to fit, trying to lead everyone to victory, so it's no wonder that afterward, Steve just wants to float. He doesn't want to think. He just wants to feel.

He loves the feeling of cock. Heady, thick, and weighty on his tongue.

He loves being full and warm and kept. All the way down the back of his throat.

Especially after a loss--he takes those too hard, being the golden boy of the team and star of the show, after all--cockwarming everyone on the way home, winding down, is what he needs.

It's the perfect ritual.

Speaking of rituals... in the same way rituals are baked into sports, so are superstitions. Everyone knows that. Lucky socks, numbers, and chants. But, also, venues. Home field advantage is a very real thing with familiarity, more of the team fans turning out and cheering, etc. but it's also a superstition. You feel better at home. Other venues, besides being unfamiliar, can be off-putting from something as simple as getting put in the shittier locker room pre-game to something as complex as resting overnight in hotels with reputations for being haunted. Anything to throw someone off their game and get the upper hand.

So, once, when they're away visiting another team, far enough that they have to sleep before traveling all the way home, they're put up in a complimentary hotel by the league, and that hotel turns out to be one of the supposedly haunted ones, naturally, all the way there, the boys whisper in Steve's ears and sneak up behind him, prodding him in the sides, slapping him on the ass, and asking him if he thinks he'll have a visitor in his room that night. A non-living visitor, specifically, 'cause otherwise he's used to a lot of visitors. Especially at night. And, knowing you Rogers, you'll like it? Yeah? You wanna be fucked by some ghost, hm? Wanna take any cock you can get, even if it isn't flesh and blood, yeah? You take silicone already. What's the difference between that and ectoplasm, ay, champ?

Then, because they're all immature college asshole jocks, the team absolutely pranks Steve that night in the haunted hotel.

They do it in the most creative way, at least. Pranking Steve by playing clips of some of the hot, filthy amateur porn they've made of Steve--filming him on their phones, blurry and shaky with the worst lighting and greedy zooms to display the messy, slick gape of his hole around two cocks pistoning in and out of him, the drooling, swollen, tight-fit of his mouth around another cock, and his eyes while they roll back into his head in overwhelmed bliss--in the neighboring rooms and out in the hall. Surrounding him, yet again.

They just wanna see how long it takes for him to realize those wailing, feminine moans are his own and not some little lady ghost crying out to him from the other side.

Plus, if he gets scared enough, maybe he'll need more than Bucky to hold onto, and he'll crawl into all different players' beds one. at. a. time. whimpering and shaking, begging to just be put to sleep with a good old fashioned exhausting fuck because he can't take staying up anymore.

Sure, it's a little mean, but it takes more than one well-orchestrated prank to throw their golden boy off his rhythm. He's got this shit in the bag.

#asks #fandomfluffandfuck #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #steve rogers x everyone #consensual name calling #sports au #lots of other filthy shit #you know how it be

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specialagentartemis · 9 months ago

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knocks on your door on october 30th (sending this early because if i wait until tomorrow i will forget lol)

TRICK OR TREAT!!

i will accept any tricks or treats you have but if i get to pick a specific candy out of the bowl i would love to hear more about your anthropology fic OCs 👀

YEAH

So. Early on in the story. Murderbot and Thiago get dragged along to... SECUNIT FIGHT NIGHT

(it feels a little cliche but also. who doesn't love SecUnit Fight Night)(Murderbot doesn't)(Thiago doesn't either and he makes a big deal about it and Murderbot has to haul him bodily away if he keeps going on about SecUnit Rights to the CobriReyna humans. It does not feel good about this but it feels even worse about causing a Confrontation and having to seriously talk about SecUnit Rights with a bunch of humans while pretending to be an augmented human security consultant. It sucks for everyone involved. Anyway)

The sport of choice used to be boxing between actual humans, but a while ago the mine administration banned boxing on company property which is in practice the entire moon. They're encouraging more wholesome sports instead with mixed results. However, what they actually replaced boxing nights with was SecUnit Fight Night. It's free entertainment, and in a situation where CobriReyna owns the feed satellites and the feed is throttled and downloads are expensive, no one's passing up free entertainment.

Tahmineh and Yeongsuk do not like SecUnit Fight Night. Tahmineh thinks it's insulting and tacky, a show of power by the mine administration of just how much power and violence they have control over--and could direct at the miners, if it came to that. She hates that people like SecUnit Fight Night. You shouldn't be cheering for this show of power by the company! (She's also skeptical of the reasoning for banning boxing. She was a pretty good boxer in the boxing rotation, she appreciated it as an Outlet and a competition--she likes winning--but she can hardly deny that people were getting bloody and hurt. Officially it was banned to prevent the increasing number of injuries workers were sustaining in the boxing matches, but Tahmineh thinks the admin was afraid of worker powerand wanted to reiterate that the mine admin has sole legitimate right to weild violence. Yeongsuk, who never loved the boxing either and was kinda worried for Tahmineh in the ring, thinks that Tahmineh is ascribing to the admin more fear of the workers than they actually have. They're both a little right.)

Yeongsuk dislikes SecUnit Fight Night because she finds it gross that violence is entertainment. She never really liked boxing much either but at least that was treated like a sport, where opponents played fair and treated each other in a sportsmanlike way. But SecUnit Fight Night doesn't need that, and it's just violence for the sake of seeing new and creative forms of violence. Also giving people something to bet money on, which it's not like any of them are rolling in. It's about control. Control through money and violence, and even if Yeongsuk is not yet at "SecUnits are people," her view is kind of that SecUnits are at least somewhat animals, and it's akin to dogfighting, and it's gross.

Clelia mostly thinks it's about betting tbh. Mine admin controlling the flow of money between workers and the bookies--CobriReyna overseen, of course--taking a cut. She's also just on a practical level worried what their worker co-op of their union dreams is gonna do with a bunch of violent trigger-happy traumatized bots used so often for fighting. Like those must make for shit security.

Berto has kinda been shamed by Tahmineh into thinking it's tacky, and it's not that he doesn't, but like. You can't just condemn 'em all for liking to watch it, Tahmi, don't you find it a little cathartic to watch the mine admin's weapons of oppression go after each other for a bit rather than bothering any of us?

Something they all agree is tacky and unnecessary is what the admin has hit on as a fun new opening event, where they send Limpy out to get torn apart.

Honestly a large chunk of the audience is like. Rooting for Limpy to finally win one one of these days, but at the same time, there's a large contingent that finds it funny when it eventually gives out. It rarely wins, and only if its opponent is given a novel handicap that means it can win in a way that doesn't require running or high maneuverability. But Berto's not wrong that it's cathartic to a lot of miners--many of whom have machinery injuries they didn't have the money to get healed right--see it taken out on a SecUnit who also wasn't healed right. (Its knee joint was crushed in a catastrophic mineshaft collapse and the part is proprietary enough that the cubicle's attempt to reconstruct it didn't work right, meaning its knee joint doesn't connect right and it walks with a distinctive lurching gait. If it tries to do too much too fast it sometimes does just collapse.)(Yes it hurts all the time. This is not really considered by anybody.)(The mine admin doesn't super care because they will be returning that one next contract cycle with a warranty complaint anyway.)

SecUnit Fight Night is horrible whump fun but something under-explored in fic imo is why humans like to watch it, and while you do get the SecUnit side of it - I think you probably know who Limpy is :''') - I was also interested in what the humans thought of it and why. Why it's a popular enough thing to be implemented.

Also yeah this means that sometimes SecUnit A gets sent to do the Limpy Beatdown against Sky and this is fun for nobody, except for me. (SecUnit hurt/comfort after the fight - trying to express "I didn't mean to hurt you, I wouldn't if I had the choice" "I know" without really being able to say it - is such angsty catnip to me. But also the way it turns SecUnits on each other, I will hurt you because the other option is to get hurt myself and if it's gonna be you or me I'm gonna make it you so it's not me. Something they will also have to like... figure out if they're going to make a union work.)

#asks #ilovedthestars #inbox trick or treat #The Murderbot Diaries #Anthropology Fic #my OCs

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