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[kellogbrandvasectomy]

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[dogpawsswapgod]

I Thought My Heart Was Gonna Pop!

Cait and Vi can't bring themselves to admit that there's nothing left.

Part 3 of: The Curtained Sleep

Horror oneshots exploring the nightmares that plague Cailtyn and Violet.

All stories inspired by songs! Playlist

[dramaturgydrakes]

of things i have little power over

odysseus has been on ogygia for a long, long time. hermes pays a visit.

words : 1,111

content warnings : very vaguely implied sa, odysseus being sad

notes : im not going to torture myself w mega fancy talk this is epic fanfiction.. also im very nervous about posting this and am aware that its kinda overly self-indulgent and not like. character-accurate. but wtv great grandpa hermes

the soft pat of feet connecting with sand behind him is different than usual.

“i thought i told you i needed some space,” he says anyway. they’re the only two people on the island, after all.

“i’ll stop by in another five years, then.”

he tenses. has he started to hallucinate again? but, no—

hermes crosses his legs on the white beach, seating himself next to odysseus and casting his head in the same direction—out towards the endless sea.

odysseus’s mind has cast many illusions upon him in the past years. a god’s presence, however—it is undeniable. ultimate. every part of him resonates with certainty.

hermes is here.

he doesn’t know where the god is really looking. little wings cover the upper half of his face; an obstacle meaningless to a divine entity whose true form is boundless energy. the immortal says it’s for the aesthetic, whatever that means.

“i haven’t seen you in forever,” is all odysseus can bring himself to say.

hermes makes a sound without certain definition. “and i see you every day,” he responds. somewhere in his voice, odysseus hears a mournful pain that he could never imagine a deity suffering.

he doesn’t know how to process that. he traces a finger through the sand. “why are you here?” his brow pinches with an upwards glance. “a message?”

one of the wings beneath hermes’ ears flicks, and he hums. “someday,” he says. it’s hopeful, almost. “i’ll see to it. but for now,” and he turns his head so it’s certain his eyes are on odysseus, wings guarding them or not, the smile he’d been wearing now less strained, “can’t i just visit my favorite great-grandson?”

the sound odysseus lets out is something bitter and utterly wrecked. he hasn’t the mind to call it a laugh.

“time really is fickle to the gods if you’re only here now,” he sighs, placing his chin on crossed arms that he’s left draped over his knees. hermes’ smile drops an inch or so.

“i’m sorry,” the god, the immortal, the deity, the all-powerful, who need not have regrets, tells him. “it wasn’t lack of care that kept me away, i…” he shakes his head, expression grim. “it’s unfair to burden you with my excuses.”

odysseus doesn’t want them. hermes doesn’t give them.

“i wish i could take the suffering from you.” odysseus flinches, and the words are quickly rectified. “i mean that… i wish my words meant more to my father. that you weren’t trapped here, if any place at all. that he wasn’t so cruel and inconsiderate to—”

he cuts in like scissors snipping apart a string, hermes’ voice falling away in time with his rising. “to leave me with her.” just the thought has him blinking away stray tears, stomach rolling. “i know. you’re not cruel, hermes. you have more kindness than most gods i’ve had the time to meet.”

hermes is silent.

odysseus once thought that a god was either filled with rage, or their emotions simply remained imperceivable.

it’s just their way, he had told himself, under the cold eye of athena, who never took less than perfection in his every thought and every step.

it’s just their way, he had told himself, when zeus stared him down and expected him to either end the short life of an infant or allow for his life to crumble away.

it’s just their way, he had told himself, as great, mountainous boulders crushed eleven of his ships, while poseidon watched and waited for the perfect moment to end his life.

it’s just their way, he had told himself, when he was again faced by zeus, and had his hand forced in choosing who was to live and who was to die.

but hermes’ guilt—his sorrow, his grief for one of his family’s pain… it feels as though odysseus could take it into his hands and hold it; turn it over and examine every facet, every scratch, every bump and nook, like a jewel not wholly refined.

it’s overwhelming in ways he can’t comprehend, perhaps just for his mortality. and, yet, at the same time, there’s what he could believe to be relief swelling inside him, knowing that there is someone who cares.

the edge of a wing from hermes’ lower back brushes over odysseus’s shoulder, the offer of an embrace hovering in the quiet air.

he relaxes as much as he can, and lets himself be pulled in. it’s the strangest thing, being pressed to the side of an immortal whom he had believed held no real care for him, half-wrapped in fluffy white feathers.

it stretches on, the silence. he isn’t sure if time really passes, or if it’s just the feeling of eternity—but the sun is beginning to set, so he supposes that it must.

“of the things i have little power over,” hermes says as the water is painted red, soft and near inaudible, “i think this is the one that hurts me the most.”

he shifts, and odysseus moves with him.

“but i do have plenty of power over this.”

for the first time in years, odysseus is hugged and held in arms that do not make him ill.

he did not think the gods to be affectionate. not even hermes. and, yet… maybe his pain is enough to take what he didn’t think he could be given, without question, just this once.

he finds tears running down his face when they part, and hermes smiles in a nervous, apologetic sort of way, gently patting his head. “i may try,” he says, “but i’m not that good at this. gods… gods were never really built to be parents. or great-grandparents.” odysseus sees milky golden eyes peek out from under small wings, but they’re quickly hidden away again as the god sighs heavily. “there are no words to describe how sorry i am. perhaps because gods are not built for apologies either.”

while hermes’ laugh is dry, odysseus feels a smile tug his lips. it’s surreal, how this whole evening has so deeply subverted his perception of his divine ancestor.

a god cares about him. a god cares about him without expecting perfection in return. a god cares.

a hand grasps his shoulder. “if you call to me,” hermes tells him, “i’ll come. for any reason that you need me. i will suffer every ounce of my father’s wrath if it means you are not left alone here.”

the wings lift away, and though his eyes are nothing but pure golden-white, odysseus still searches them.

and he still finds sincerity.

so, he tries his best to smile, weak and wobbly as it is.

“thank you, hermes.”

[magolordidsomethingwrong]

awesome toon i liked when homestar did this that was nice

[battlebirth]

i know i don't owe anyone apologies for being busy but im still sorry for the lack of actual written content because i waaannnnt to do my replies and craft stories and plot and yap together ! i should quit my job

[santafeilure]

hi. not to alert you that i'm back on this blog, but i am. my wheel said to come over here. so. anyways. i'm gonna write something for @thesinglethreat and it'll probably be about them kissing AGAIN. and that's okay. it's because we were robbed of it in the show because SOMEONE was a cuck about it. 😒

[anextravagantliar]

work will likely put me in the pokey this week so I apologise if I become shitpost city for a few days or I stand on my soapbox and yell about themes or kirkwall

[jackoftheace]

hello nerds i am alive i was just sick as shit

i have Zone Things™️

gotta make 2 posts bc tumblr is a coward and wont let me post 10+ images i use mobile cri

[pitruli]

i was scrolling through my page to find something and i found back my post surgery message explaining stuff

did anyone understand me that time ? cause the number of typo is hilarious i'm genuinely laughing haha

[truly-quirkless-a]

[@emerald-might | Plotted a starter!]

"...there are a lot of things I don't share with the general public, kid..." Yagi exhaled. His hand trailed away from the tea-maker, watching it without raising his gaze. Young Midoriya had already surprised him a few times...so he supposed it was only fair he surprise the kid in turn- but this...would definitely be out there.

"I didn't just drag you back here to enjoy lunch- though that would help." A calm atmosphere. That was all he could employ to aid in this minor discovery. Like many things about All Might, for years there had been speculations...that his power had once been weaker than it was now. Not in the normal sense- in a sense that had him tugging subconsciously at his suit's sleeve.

He'd left his phone on the coffee table- face-up so he could read any notifications that might come through. It was...strange, with young Midoriya. He had shared an integral secret of his life- something so few knew, that he kept hidden for so long...and now here he was, offering another one to the kid- though the precise 'why' was beyond him. Maybe- he just liked not having to keep things hidden, anymore. Not having to keep every secret wrapped up in a tight ball in his throat, refusing to let him breathe.

He gently moved a cup under the tea-maker's spout, letting the concoction fill the cup below- before holding it out to the teen. An offer that the youth could accept or refuse, if he wanted.

"....I'm sure you've heard the story," He did seem like a pretty big fanboy, after all- but still. "--about how the world-famous 'All Might' didn't have a soulmate, yes?" It was too dangerous...the universe had painted a target on their back- as he had painted a target on young Midoriya, by giving him One for All.

[truly-quirkless]

Twenty Day Challenge - Day Fourteen

Type: Fluff Piece Timeline: Sometime during the Endeavor Agency Arc Location: Various

This is so short...

"Neither Yagi nor myself are women, so...who's getting the chocolate for Valentine's...?" Fin shook their head, even as they put down the required yen for a special box of chocolate-themed soft bars. "...eh...I'm the one who's anatomically a woman, so I guess it's me."

"Now then, I think I ordered some cake...where is it...?" They had to make sure it was just right... Should they get him some soup ingredients, too?- No. That...might be a bit shallow. Well. More than a bit. They wanted to get something specific to Yagi...but...what did one get a man who claimed he didn't want anything?

That was when they spotted a box of lavender tea...and quietly reached for it.

Meanwhile...

"...and that should be the last of it.." Valentine's was nowhere near as big a celebration in Japan, and the customs were definitely different..but he'd spent enough time in America to guess Fin's expectations.

He couldn't do too much with his injury, but he'd decorated the joint dorm with a few heart-shaped decorations, and bought one of Fin's favorite candles...one of their favorite movies was resting on the couch, just waiting for a chance to play.

Now all that was left...was waiting. Toshinori's foot tapped against the floor a few times, trying to sort out what he could do as the time slowly ticked by. He reached for his phone, only to pause- a small idea forming in his head...but he wouldn't be able to use it until after all the festivities.

Well, that hardly mattered...

[dramaturgydrakes]

i have other writing projects to work on, i tell myself.

does my evil little writer brain care? no. no it does not.