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Hello hello people, as promised i am writing the circe fic, here It is ready and all for You to enjoy, and the next will be the angelico fic as promised, now If anyone has any ideas of who i should write for i am open for sugestions!

Tw : mention of killing, yandere themes, dark content

Read at Your own risk!

Yandere genderbend circe x hermes!reader

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The first time you landed on his island, Circe tried to kill you.

It was instinct—something feral and unthinking, a reaction to the unwelcome presence of another god invading his solitude. His staff had been raised, his lips had begun to form the words of a spell that would twist your form into something small and weak, something lesser.

But you had only laughed.

Not out of arrogance. Not out of defiance. But something light, something effortless.

A laugh like the sound of the wind through the trees, like the sea kissing the shore.

Like you belonged anywhere and everywhere.

And somehow, Circe had found his hand lowering.

Somehow, he had found himself listening when you spoke.

Somehow, you had stayed.

And then you had returned.

Again.

And again.

Bringing messages, trinkets, news of the outside world. Sometimes, you simply came to rest. To stretch your wings beneath the sun, golden and glimmering, an unnatural thing in a place like this, but beautiful all the same.

Circe had watched from a distance at first, wary, suspicious.

But time passed, and he found himself accustomed to you.

To the rustling of your wings.

To the way you smiled at the waves.

To the easy way you moved through his world without fear.

It was unnatural, how quickly you settled into his life.

How quickly he let you.

It took him far too long to realize that he had begun waiting for you.

That when the wind whispered of a visitor, he looked up hoping it would be you.

That he had begun offering things to you.

A goblet of fine wine. A meal prepared with his own hands. Trinkets left in the places you liked to sit.

It was subtle at first. Nothing you would question. Nothing he would have to acknowledge.

And when you took them—when you smiled, accepted, thanked him with that easy warmth that no other god had ever given him—he felt something simmer.

It was not enough.

It would never be enough.

And then, one day, as you stretched in the sun, arms raised above your head, you sighed and spoke.

“I pity poor Penelope.”

Circe did not care about mortal women. Did not care for the stories of the weak things that men left behind. But he knew that name.

The wife of Odysseus.

The mortal that Odysseus had abandoned.

He said nothing, only watched you, only waited.

You looked at him then, smiling, eyes thoughtful.

“She waits for him, you know. It’s been years, but she waits. I try to help Odysseus when I can, speed his journey along. It’s the least I can do.”

Something snapped.

It was a quiet thing, a slow-burning thing, but it was there, sinking into his skin like poison.

You—his Little careless bird—helped him?

Odysseus? That wretched man?

A king, a warrior, a fool?

Circe said nothing, only hummed in response. But later, when you flew off, when your wings spread wide, catching the sun, he followed.

Not in body.

But in magic.

In whispers and scrying spells, in the soft pull of the world that told him where you would be.

And when he saw you laughing with Odysseus, offering guidance, speaking to the man as if he were worthy of your presence—

Circe ached.

With jealousy. With rage. With the unbearable knowledge that you would always be free.

That if you wished to leave him, you would.

That if you wished to never return, he would have no way to stop you.

No way—

Until he saw it.

A single, delicate feather, knocked loose by the wind, drifting from your wings to the earth below.

Circe’s hand shot out, grasping it before it could be lost.

Soft. Perfect. Yours.

It would be enough.

It would be everything.

And so he worked, pouring over ancient texts, whispering incantations into the dead of night, weaving a spell so deep, so tangled with fate that even you—a god of motion, of freedom, of sky and wind and sun-would not escape him.

You would never know.

Never notice the invisible thread that tied you back to him, that pulled you closer when you strayed too far.

Never know how often he watched, how often he waited.

And when you returned, unaware of the magic that now bound you, Circe smiled.

For the first time in an eternity, he felt at ease.

Until you spoke of Odysseus again.

Until you sighed and said, “I hope he makes it home soon.”

And Circe realized—

Odysseus had to die.

Not just Odysseus.

All of them.

Every foolish mortal that stood beside him, that traveled with him, that took your time, your words, your attention.

He would turn them into pigs.

He would end them.

And when he was done—

You would only have him. And who knows, with the free time that You now had maybe he could finally, finally take It a step further, yes...

He could provide everything You wished for in this island, he's sure anyone would love to settle down here...

Even If that settle down means a broken Wing, he will get YOU to come home, his home, Your home.

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how did starscream's descent go? were his trine and/or the other seekers there to support him through it, did megatron step up and be there for the sake of supernova's safety, would starscream even want him there considering the nature of their relationship?

So! Fun fact: Starscream didn’t even know he was carrying right up until the new spark actually descended. He’d brushed off or outright ignored any symptoms, but there was no pretending anymore when he woke up in the middle of the night feeling like his own spark was being torn apart. Skywarp and Thundercracker were the ones that stayed with him the whole time to help. (At least after Skywarp panicked, kidnapped Knockout from his own berth, and they all finally figured out what was happening.)

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What if Dragon Ball Super was cool? (Please don't repost my art, reshares are chill tho)

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adhd paralysis sucks bcuz im just sitting there and my brain is like

YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME YOU ARE WASTING TIME

no work done no rest gained. literally no point of this at all

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Penumbra, a small self-indulgent personal project

It was all painted in Photoshop, for anyone curious :)

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Not at all the canon dynamic between these three in the AU but I saw something on tiktok and had a vision lol

Also i made this out of spite

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@empanadastheresurrection AU as a warmup I just think they're neat

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Remembrance of the Flame adoptable taurs pack Sold

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Trying to come up with an angel design based on the cordyceps fungus.

I also thought it could be an interesting idea to explore, evil and corruption spreading on an angel’s body and sprouting in growth that resemble horns… what is a fallen angel if a corrupt being, not in control of their body anymore? I think it’s a cool idea. Still an embryo of an idea tho. I don’t know what it’ll come of it.

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Vados. Wanted that ponytail to have something more. (Please don't repost my art, reshares are chill tho)

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Grand Priest. Iconic single father. (Please don't repost my art, reshares are chill tho)

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FREAKSHOW CARNIVAL - Caine and Pomni

Oh shit i forgot that I refined Freakshow Carnival once...

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destiel december 2020 - doing this thing hosted by @jellydeans and @galaxycastiel

day 6 - angel  (wc - 1.1k)

“Is that you?” Dean grinned as he pointed at yet another angel figurine in the store window.

Cas sighed, his whole head moving with the eye roll, probably questioning every choice he ever made to get to this point, walking hand-in-hand down the sidewalk with the most ridiculous human.

“Once again, no. That is nothing like what my true form looks like.”

“Oh, come on. The resemblance is uncanny.”

“You haven’t even seen my—”

“Well,” he turned from the window display to look Cas up and down. “From what I can see, you’re pretty similar. You’ve both got the looks, but I mean, you’re obviously hotter.”

He pointed at the small figurine with its too-wide eyes and arms that had definitely never seen a fight. “Look, it’s got the wings and the harp and the halo, the whole deal.”

“I told you I don’t have a harp.”

“Yeah yeah, I know.” Dean waved him off, taking Cas’s hand and tucking them in the pocket of the angel’s trench coat as they continued down the sidewalk.

After a beat, Dean’s steps slowed. “Hang on a sec. You said you don’t have a harp, but you didn’t say anything about a halo.”

“Yes, because I do have a halo.”

Dean’s steps stopped altogether, nearly dislodging their hands as he turned to face Cas fully. “You have a halo?”

Castiel frowned. “Of course I do.”

Dean opened and closed his mouth, staring at his boyfriend with wide eyes. “And you never thought to mention this before? Why haven’t I seen it?”

“It’s hidden. Much like my wings, my halo is only partially visible on this plane. And only if I allow it.”

“Oh.” Dean glanced up at the top of Cas’s head. “Well, what does it look like?”

“Your mind would likely perceive it as a ring of fire.”

Dean nodded, trying to fight the pout from his lips. It’s not like he knew much about the angel’s true form. It’s not like he could know much. Just that it was huge and could burn a human’s eyes out, something he would prefer to avoid.

But he couldn’t help but wish he could see it. See him. See Castiel.

Cas laced their fingers together and tugged him along, a small smile on his lips. “Would you like to see it?”

Dean almost stopped again if it wasn’t for Cas pulling him along. The yes hung on his lips like a prayer, something vulnerable and desperate. But all that fell out was a weak “Will it burn my eyes out?”

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Being in a relationship with Axolotl Cryptid!Y/N is like “Shape of Water” but if the monster acted like a derpy dumb cat.

Indra:What are you doing?

Y/N,laying in a pool and stacking rocks only to knock them down again:Anarchy.

Indra:*Nodding solemnly* An in-depth commentary,truly.

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Tobirama:Why are my clothes filled with wet pond weeds?

Y/N:They’re squishy and wet and it’s hot and dry outside.

Tobirama:I’m not amphibious.

Y/N: ?

Tobirama,sighing and giving up:I can do water jutsus so I don’t need them.

Y/N: !

*Cut to Y/N walking around Konoha for the first time while Tobirama sprays them with water,completely stone-faced*

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*Y/N is lying facedown in a shallow part of a pond*

Kakashi:Are you having fun?

Y/N:*Slaps water with their tail and gives a webbed thumbs up*

Kakashi:Cool.

Kakashi:*Faceplants into the pond to join them*

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Y/N anytime the temperature goes slightly up: I have been betrayed. Nature is disgusting I hate this, I feel as if I am stuck in an oven. Someone hit me with an ice pack.

Also Y/N, drinking a whole bottle of hot sauce: this is pathetic. It tastes like water. What happened to sauce that tastes like hellfire? My disappointment us immesurable and my day is ruined.

Kakashi:

Kakashi: you were just complaining about the weather being in the 60’s how can you withstand hot sauce

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I'm gonna make a post with all of the 'stick figure violence' adjacent images I have. if anyone knows any similar ones I'm missing PLEASE SEND ME THEM. I have an unhealthy obsession with them.

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hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god