#Circe's requested writings

[circeyoru]

Entertainment & Attachment = Requested

[Poltergeist!Alastor x Medium!Reader]

The Request

For as long as you can remember, you were different from the people around you. No one understood you, no one could be by your side like you’d wanted. You couldn’t rely on others like a human should, as social as humans were made to be, you can’t be normal. You can’t make long lasting friends, and you can’t even rely on your family. For years, you thought you were an anomaly

In your eyes, you see things. Things others can’t. As clear as day, you’d see a transparent figure walking or floating around. Some were fine to stare at, but some were living nightmares to even spare a glance. As a child, you’d point them out and try to convey that there was something there to your parents or friends, they’d all say you were doing all that for attention

So as you grew, you learned to keep quiet about what you saw, even ignoring them altogether. You found out some time later that these were things called spirits, entities of the departed. Or what’s more commonly known as ‘ghosts’

You were lonely and so you did what you anyone would, seek companionship

You approached the little boy that was already in the storage room, he was quite harmless and rarely ever moved out of the room. He was aware you could see him, but he never made any movement to approach you. When you kneeled down in front of him and called out to him, tears came down his eyes and quiet sobs turned to cries. You tried calming him down, yet through his cries, you caught what would make your heart ache

“You noticed me! Someone noticed me! No one noticed me until now! No one cared that I died!”

“... What’s your name? Want me to make you a little burial?”

“What’s a burial?”

“It’s… Something… Something to honour the dead. A place for you to sleep and rest. To move on.”

“I… I want that…”

From then on, you’d try to approach similar spirits like that boy. It turned out, the spirits you saw couldn’t move on and stayed where they died or was most attached to. Hearing their stories was always hard for you, since you’d feel their emotions when they spoke to you like a tidal wave, but all was worth it when you get to see their figure fade to nothingness and a peaceful smile on their faces

While you studied and made yourself a stable lifestyle, you grew to be more adapt in your little world of spirits. You found yourself more at ease there because there was nothing to hide and you were accepted in a way. Everything was so very good for you, there were ghostly friends you’ve made that weren’t ready to pass on because they were busy to something, the most heartwarming ones were them staying to be their loved ones’ presence

There were many that wanted to communicate to spirits like you could hear them. You don’t feel like being a parrot since it lacked that emotional quality. So you built a radio box, or what’s more commonly known as a ‘spirit box’. A device that can allow spirits to communicate through radio frequencies, or something like that

It worked wonders and allowed you to communicate with spirits more easily as well. You slowly modified it to be smaller so you could carry it around, then perfecting it when it hang to your side like a handbag. It worked on electricity, but it has little solar panels so it could constantly charge when you out and about

Yet everything changed when you received a particular call from a homeowner. You made a visit, when you were there, they were positive that their house was hunted. Everytime technology was used, phones, TVs, and even the tablets, it’ll all glitch and malfunction. There was a foul stench in the basement that can never be cleaned. Mostly, the master bedroom and study was always cold

The family tried everything, even trying to renovate the place and destroy the house to build a new one over it. But mysteriously, the workers would fall ill, have unexpectable accidents, tools gone missing ot malfunctions. These were the better endings, at times, someone would end up dead

The parents begged you to do something, they had children, they can’t let this continue. You fail to understand this familial bond. Seeing the little children so close with their parents, how you envied them. But you don’t blame your ability to see or communicate with them, you welcome your title as a ‘medium’. That was in the past either way, this is the now

You couldn’t promise that you’ll ‘deal with the problem’ as they phased it, but you’ll try. Either way, you advised that it was best they were prepared to move out. You can’t say for certain, but you think this spirit was very very attached to the memories in the house, or the fact that it was once their possession

From the moment you stepped through the front door, you felt a heavy weight over your body, you felt a chill around you that was constantly shifting, even more around your little radio invention. You could feel eyes on you, staring at you like a predator has its next prey

You went to the basement when the family left you to your own devices. You had to cover your mouth and nose with a handkerchief so you could stand and walk down the steps. The deeper you gone, the worse it got. You wanted to back away, but you couldn’t help it, you were worried for that linger spirit more so than the family

When you got to the basement, you noticed that it was quite empty and dusty. There was only an old table and a chair, you found a light switch and turned it on, the lights flickered on, but only dimly lighting up the room, giving it an eerie vibe

It wasn’t until you turned on the radio that the stench was completely gone. You were shocked yourself, but not of the lack of rotten smell in the room. More so on the transparent hand that tried to play with the radio while you were still tinkering with the dials

“I’m surprised to see one of these old machines. What with all those fancy technology, I thought radios went extinct! Hahaha! This has to be an invention of your own making. A very well made one I much compliment. Finally someone with taste!”

“What unfinished business do you have? I’ll try to resolve it so you can move on.”

“Oh, you can see me? And hear me? Why! This day is turning out to be quite entertaining indeed! My Dear, make no mistake. I have no unfinished business.”

“Then why haven’t you leave this realm when you died?”

“Because my death was one I didn’t expect nor did I welcome it. Imagine, you minding your own business and suddenly you were shot in the head and mistaken for a harmless deer. Anyone would be enraged by such a death. No, no. I don’t think I’ll ever move on. Though, thank you for asking and trying.”

“So you need to accept your death then.”

“Accepted? Hahaha! Dear, I have accepted my death! I deserve it quite honestly! Do you know why? Because I was the reason why many died.”

The spirit, or Alastor as he introduced himself, was a former radio host. That wasn’t the detail you focused on, it was the fact that he was once a serial killer. He wasn’t a vengeful spirit, more of an unrest one. So that calmed you down, somewhat

It wasn’t the first time you encountered spirits that were once dangerous human beings when living. You met some robbers and even human traffickers, but you listened to their stories and helped them pass on. There were always some that you couldn’t do much to help except warn others away from the area so the spirit wasn’t disturbed

But Alastor. He was the first serial killer you encountered. One so shameless in his crimes and prideful of his work too. He didn’t hide the gory details and his creepy human knowledge whenever you were around

As you didn’t stay at the house and would only investigate the house (him) for the duration of the afternoon, Alastor would talk your ear out the moment you step through the front door. When you left to stay at the hotel room you rented, Alastor would wave you bye and stay at the doorway as though he was the host of the house bidding his guest a good day

Of course, you couldn’t stay forever and you had to leave. With Alastor’s activity, you stayed firm on your advice for them to stay somewhere else that wasn’t this house. Then you left, oddly enough, you didn’t feel unrest that you left things between you and Alastor unsettled. Especially when you told him that was your last visit and he gave you a cryptic answer on whether he’ll continue to ‘haunt’ the house

“The family here will return tomorrow, will you leave them alone?”

“Hmm… I’m not sure, Darling, maybe I will and maybe I won’t. Who knows? I go where entertainment takes me you see.”

“Can’t you answer a simple yes or no?”

“Hm… Maybe!”

When you were back home, you noticed how spirits seem to avoid you a bit. Some even flinching and hiding when you walked pass. The moment you tried to approach spirits, they outright flee like you were a ghost scaring them in a haunted house. You were always left wondering if you did something

Still, it all made sense just as you heard the familiar voice of a spirit that should even be in your room. Looking up from your phone, you saw Alastor smiling down at you with his hands behind his back while he floated over your form on the bed. You took note of the faint trail of red smokey substance connecting him to your radio on the far end of the room

You quickly figured out that Alastor changed attachments, from the house he lived and killed in to your radio. When did it start? Perhaps the day after you saw Alastor, then he slowly moved attachments and connected to the radio. He was a beloved radio host during his glory days after all

“Darling, you approach other spirits too. Why not talk to some more actively ones instead of the common folk? I can provide some assistance. You see, I am quite feared and persuasive too. And I’m sure you know that I am no dainty stick figure. Your noble quest to help spirits pass on, I’ll lend you a hand! For my ongoing entertainment, I’ll protect you from anything. What do you say?”

Now you understood his answer. You were his entertainment and true to his words. He followed you, perhaps follow isn’t the right word. Attach, yeah

Note: Just a treat. I'm getting back my free time so I did this. Hehe. A bit long and boring though. Oh well

Circe Y.

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[ellecdc]

i love ur writing sm!! <3 can i request a poly!marauders x reader who has the personality of kat stratford from 10 things i hate about you? reader speaks her (or their!) mind and known as a "bitch" but shes really a softie for the people she cares about. much love♡

Thank you so much, lovie!!! Hope this is what you were looking for 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

poly!marauders x feisty fem!reader

CW: burn/injury (nothing grave), use of Y/N, jokes at the expense of Hufflepuff House (no hate to the house, I too am a Hufflepuff)

By some brilliant stroke of luck, Professor Slughorn was away at some kind of Potioneer's convention in Sweden which left the Gryffindor and Slytherin's 6th and 7th year potion’s classes hosted by a substitute. That substitute happened to be none other than Professor Binns - the horrifyingly boring History of Magic professor. Normally, the presence of the ancient ghostly professor would be mind-numbing, but seeing as he’d just barely gotten today’s instructions up on the board before promptly falling asleep (and James threw a muffliato spell around him to keep it that way), the class was actually quite lively.

“How was I supposed to know we were only meant to add a pinch and not the whole jar?!” Barty Crouch Jr asked you incredulously.

“Uhm, perhaps by reading the sodding instructions!? Circe’s tits; is it Evan’s turn with your shared braincell today?” You spat as you vanished your soiled potion. The sound of an explosion, followed by Evan’s laughing, followed by Regulus hissing “Rosier!” proved you wrong.

“Ah, the braincell eluded both of you today; my mistake.” You muttered as you began your potion from scratch.

“Reggie! Y/N’s being mean to me!” He tattled from across the room.

“It’s not mean if it’s true, babe.” Regulus responded without lifting his head from his own worktable.

“How rude.” Barty whined. 

“You’re starting to sound like a Hufflepuff, Junior.” You taunted as you swatted at his hands that were vying for your potions ingredients.

“How dare you. I have never been so insulted.” He seethed from his place on his stool.

You smirked. “You don’t listen much, do you?”

“Now, maybe that was a little harsh, L/N, comparing him to a Hufflepuff.” Dorcas called over to you from her worktable.

“You’re just as soft as he is, Meadows.” 

“Nobody is safe…” Marlene murmured with a smirk.

Sirius and James’ potion station made a startling pop sound before James hissed in pain. “Fuck!” He gritted through his teeth.

You looked over to find James holding his arm against his chest protectively, Sirius grimacing at the sight, and Remus rolling his eyes because he told those sods to be careful. You immediately abandoned your worktable and a petulant Barty and made your way to the Gryffindor side of the room.

“What happened!?” You cooed as you gently encouraged James’ arm away from his body so you could inspect it.

“I added too much billywig sting. The potion overflowed and got Prongs.” Sirius offered guiltily. You cooed again and gently kissed the space beside the angry looking burn on James’ arm. 

“Barty! Grab me the medikit from the supply cupboard!” You called over your shoulder. 

Your request was met with a scoff. “I’m not one of your trained dogs, L/N. You’ll have to show me at least one tit before I’m at your beck and call.”

He barely had time to duck as you hurled a beaker at him.

“Okay, okay. Salazar’s saggy balls, you’re wicked.” He muttered as he made his way to fetch the medikit.

Remus was planning to let those bell-ends clean this up on their own, but he relented at how sweet you looked as you fussed over James; unable to hide his fond smile as he made his way over to his three lovers from his own workbench he shared with Peter.

“What did I say at the beginning of class?” Remus asked impishly. Sirius seemed to gulp a little before he murmured “to read twice, add once”.

“Mhm, and what did you do?” Remus continued.

Sirius, now growing tired of feeling shamefaced, muttered “obviously not that…” which earned him a pat on the arse from the werewolf.

Barty returned with the medikit and leaned his cheek forward as if waiting for you to press a kiss to it for his assistance. You whacked him in the head with said kit before opening it to find the burn paste and poison neutralizer.

All contempt melted away from your face as you turned your sights from your potions partner to one of your three boyfriends. “It might sting, but I’ll try to be gentle.” You murmured to James as you began to work on his wound.

As Remus peered at the burn, it really didn’t look all that bad – but the way you were treating James made it seem like you thought he was going to lose his arm. Suddenly, Remus saw a small wet mark land on James’ arm from where you were hovering over him.

“Dovey, you don’t have to cry! He’s okay.” He cooed at you as he began rubbing soothing circles onto your back, pressing a conciliatory kiss to your temple.

“M’not crying.” You muttered somewhat petulantly. “The smell of flesh burning off of Jamie’s arm is assaulting my sinuses.”

Sirius officially seemed more distraught that he upset you than he did about burning James.

“Oh, my poor, sweet girl.” Sirius murmured at you as he pulled you away from James’ arm.

“I’m not done, Sirius!” You argued, though you never tried to pull away from Sirius’ grasp.

“Remus will finish up angel, give Sirius hell for me.” James winked at you. You flushed at the attention and hid your face in Sirius’ chest.

“Poor lovey, so worried about her boys, hm?” Sirius cooed into the crown of your head where his lips were pressed. You hummed in the affirmative.

“What the actual fuck?” Barty interrupted the moment as you all turned to take in his astounded face. “You’re holding a Chinese Chomping Cabbage that close to your jugular, Black? Do you have a death wish?”

“No need to be jealous, Junior. Your boyfriend is right over there.” James goaded from his place as Remus finished wrapping up his wound.

Not needing to be told twice, Barty all but skipped across the room to Regulus before he threw himself onto the quiet boy’s lap. Regulus, hardly sparing his boyfriend a glance, stood and dumped the boy off his lap before returning to his stool and carrying on with his potion. 

You could no longer see Barty from your place in Sirius’ chest but based on the vibrations from his torso and the chuckles of your other boyfriends, you were sure he was flat on his ass.

“I hate it here.” He cried.

[fanby-fckry]

🕸️ angie-fluffy-bootz Follow

24 min. ago

time sensitive question how flirt boy

🕸️ angie-fluffy-bootz Follow

2 min. ago

thanks guys

#the fucking radio demon parody account replied to my post #with extremely UNHELPFUL advice #and charlie #is ur advice unisex? #bcuz if thats how you got vaggie #im judging you both #irl source

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⚪️ Anonymous said

r u dead?

📻 real-radio-demon Follow

4 hr. ago

Ha! Bold of you to assume I can be killed :)

📻 real-radio-demon Follow

4 hr. ago

Show your face and per’’haps,’,’. I’ll come~.to you

🎀 charlies-angel Follow

32 min. ago

This account is fake. Nobody knows where Alastor is, anon. Stop wasting your time.

#this parody account is in really poor taste

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🕸️ angie-fluffy-bootz Follow

Jul 1

if I make it outta this alive, I’m gonna tell my crush I’m in love with him.

🕸️ angie-fluffy-bootz Follow

Jul 1

fuck

🕸️ angie-fluffy-bootz Follow

1 hr. ago

ya know, I don’t think I’ve confessed to someone and meant it in over a decade?

🕸️ angie-fluffy-bootz Follow

53 min. ago

haha would it be crazy if I said I forgot how?

#its literally part of my job to flirt with people #then i catch feelings and suddenly #i get all tongue-tied #i cant fall back on my old scripts either #he hates bullshit #he wants me #the real me #but the real me doesnt know how to do this!!!

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💀 be-gay-do-crym Follow

2 hr. ago

apparently people are canceling @.niffty-lady ? wtf?

🌕 m00nlight-h0wling Follow

1 hr. ago

they are and it’s actually the stupidest thing i’ve ever seen

#and the bar was really fucking low #considering the amount of dumb chaotic bullshit my dad gets into ↯ #niffty lady

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👓 creepz0 Follow

3 hr. ago

It’s time to CANCEL @.niffty-lady

Here’s why:

Niffty LITERALLY KILLED a man in cold blood and now PROFITS off of his death

This so-called “lady” is INCREDIBLY rude to fans, ignoring requests leaving fans on read and answering asks with a NASTY attitude. NOT very lady-like if you ask me

Is associated with the VERY PROBLEMATIC @.real-radio-demon (self explanatory)

Writes TOXIC and PROBLEMATIC ships (spidermoth, radiohusk, reylo 🤢)

Writes NSFW when she herself is CHILD-CODED

PROOF is under the cut ⬇️

. Keep reading

#callout post ↯ #niffty lady #anti niffty lady #niffty critical

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📻 real-radio-demon Follow

3 hr. ago

Despite popular belief, I am not dead!

Well, not any deader than I’ve been since 1933! Hahaha!

↯ #is alastor dead? #ha! no ↯ #alastor the radio demon #real radio demon broadcasts

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⚪️ Anonymous said

isn’t it disrespectful to write fics about someone you killed irl?

🪡 niffty-lady Follow

4 hr. ago

I have no respect for Adam. Hope this helps! <3

#answered ask #anon ask

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📺 voxblr4k Follow

5 hr. ago

Is the radio demon dead?

. 96,460 votes • remaining time 6 days, 19 hours

#polls ↯ #alastor the radio demon ↯ #is alastor dead?

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🪡 niffty-lady Follow

6 hr. ago

Forbidden Fruit

Adam x Reader | 10k words | Rated E

⚠️ Major Character Death

Tags: Smut, Whump, Sinner Reader, Forbidden Love, Bad Ending

After a night of reckless passion, you quickly became Archangel Adam’s favorite sin. Your love, as forbidden as the fruit of Eden, was destined to end in tragedy.

https://archiveofoursouls.hell/works/63595697

#niffty lady fic #adam x reader #angel x sinner #sinner reader #smut #whump #forbidden love #bad ending #rpf #aoos link #aoos fanfic

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📻 real-radio-demon Follow

6 hr. ago

Well, it looks like I’ve got some time on my hands!

I’m sure many of you have burning questions you’d like answered

So, ask. me. any’,thing. :)

#ask me anything #ama ↯ #alastor the radio demon #real radio demon broadcasts

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🐍 x-hiss-lord-x Follow

Dec 12, 2019

i can't have beef with the power of friendship trope because if someone wanted to hang out with me i'd probably reconsider my stance on turning the city into the 10th circle of hell

🐍 x-hiss-lord-x Follow

Dec 12, 2019

besides i can always just redirect my dark urges towards being violently protective of my new friends. there's no rule that says you can't do that.

🌈 hells-disney-princess Follow

7 hr. ago

I found Sir Pentious’s old voxblr blog, and I think I’m gonna cry

🌈 hells-disney-princess Follow

7 hr. ago

He made the ultimate sacrifice to protect his friends and the hotel during the extermination. He did exactly what he said he would in this post.

I wish I could thank him for everything he did for us. And I wish I could’ve done a better job of protecting him.

I don’t know where Souls go when they get erased; I don’t know if they go anywhere at all. But I hope that wherever Sir Pentious is now, he’s with people that he considers his friends.

#rip Sir Pentious #we miss you #irl source

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📻 real-radio-demon Follow

8 hr. ago

↯ #alastor the radio demon #real radio demon broadcasts #the ink spots #we’ll meet again #Voxify

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⬜️ voxblr-meta Follow

9 hr. ago

Fanby’s Fake Dash Masterpost

#meta #fake tumblr dash

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[sweetercalypso]

NAVIGATION || MASTERLIST

Friends, followers, and strangers alike, you’re all invited to take part in my 1.5k movie night celebration happening from Jan 18 - Jan 21. Feel free to send as many prompts as you like, but please send each request in a separate ask.

There aren’t enough words to say how grateful I am for all of you, but please know that I’m glad you’re here!! Grab some popcorn, send in some asks, and enjoy!!

🍿—;; tell me your favorite movie and I’ll tell you which tlou character you remind me of!!

🎬 —;; give me a character + a movie and I’ll write an au drabble (ex. Joel Miller and How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days)

🥀 —;; give me a character + a movie and I’ll make an au moodboard (ex. Ellie Williams and Jurassic Park)

🎥 —;; give me a character + a trope/mood and I’ll give you three fic recs (ex. Abby Anderson and friends to lovers)

🎞️—;; mutuals send me this and I’ll tell you which movie I think you’d fit into!!

📼 —;; cym, fmk, would you rather, or any other games you can think of!! Or just stop by and say hello!! Ask me anything!!

tagging a few lovely mutuals below the cut:

@softlyspector @swiftispunk @amanitacowboy @tightjeansjavi @absgrl @pascalpvnk @gracieheartsspedro @psychedelic-ink @joelsgreys @bearsbeetsbeskar @beskarandblasters @clawdee @janaispunk @wethairjoel @wannab-urs @joelsversion @chai-berries @daydreamingmiller @undrthelights @ilovepedro @hier--soir @cool-iguana @atinylittlepain @ohlawdthebirds @heartfairy @dilfspitdrinker @cavillscurls @chaotic-mystery @sp00kymulderr @againstacecilia @adora-but-ginger @d3arapril @kiwisbell @planet-marz1 @covetyou @morallyinept @whore4abby @mrsquill @mrsmando @demonjoel @ems-chaos-corner @joelsranchbaby @joelsgreenflannel @cinnnamongrl @circe-is-struggling @cinnamonmilf @perotovar @worldwidegirlhood @sweetenerobert @pedroshotwifey

[hamzahsonlygirl]

Tease.. (Hamzah NSFW)

- Bsf!Hamzah x f!reader

-Unprotected p! in v!, Dominate!hamzah x sub!reader, oral m! receiving, teasing, backshots, creampie.

-Summary: You and the gang are filming a video when there’s not enough seats and you have to sit in hamzahs lap, things get heated and eventually you and him go back to your place.

-YALL PLEASE GIVE ME REQUESTS IKK YALL WILL LIKE MY WRITING 🙏💕

-Proof read but lmk if i missed anything 🎀

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Pink - Hamzah

Purple -You

Blue -Mandy

Orange -Martin

~~~~~~~~~~~~~🎀~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were sitting next to mandy as Hamzah and Martin returned to the room. You 4 were playing the sims for a video after the viewers wanted to see more of you. You and hamzah has always been close friends and sometimes even flirty but nothing ever too serious. Hamzah has brought you your favorite snacks and threw some snacks at mandy as well. Martin follows him with waters before sitting down next to mandy. Hamzah is left with no where to sit with there only being three desk chairs.

“Why doesn’t hamzah just sit on your lap?”

Mandy suggests while smiling teasingly

“I would crush her what??”

Hamzah says turning to mandy while waving his hands from the top of you head to the bottom to emphasize how small you are.

“Why not just switch?”

Martin said in a tone which means “How did you guys not think of that sooner?”

You look up at hamzah staring down at you. Today you wore a short white dress with a laced up back and a good amount of cleavage showing. Hey it’s was summer, it was cute, yk you would be on camera so you wore it. However you didn’t know you’d be sitting on hamzahs lap.

“You okay with that?”

Hamzah asks with concern obviously not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

“Yeah of course, it’s cool!”

you say with a smile while your subconscious starts going to a place it shouldn’t. You stand up and hamzah passes you to sit down. As he sits his shorts ride up slightly, you see hips push up as he readjusts himself in the seat. You watch as his hips jerked up only making your thoughts turn more inappropriate. Mandy and Martin were entertaining the camera by doing a first bite review of their snacks. Hamzah now looking up at you through his dark lashes gave you a half smile before patting his lap gently, ushering you to sit down. You felt something pulse in you when he pat his lap. You brushed the bottom of your dress forward so another layer of fabric would be between your growing lower heat and his lap.

Martin and Mandy finish their first bite review and Mandy starts up the game. The fans loved you because you knew everything about the sims they loved your segment of shopping for cc (custom content) for whatever character the group wanted to make. Mandy pushed the keyboard to your side of the desk, forgetting you were on Hamzah you rocked your hips forward trying to push the chair closer to the desk. You heard Hamzahs breath hitch and his hand flew to your hips holding you still. You remembered who’s lap you were on you turned slightly around, trying not to move too much, and apologized with a half smile all the while feeling very embarrassed. He smirked at you after finally taking a breath in.

“It’s okay, y/n don’t worry”

He reached his left arm around your waist and held you down on him while he scooted the chair closer. Only after you were completely flustered did you relaized he only touched you to help you move closer to the keyboard.

Little did you know Hamzah was enjoying every second of seeing you like this. Even if you were just flirty friends, there were moments when you two were alone and the flirting felt all too real. As you were downloading the custom content and all of you were making jokes back and forth when you felt hamzahs left hand (the one facing the wall) start to fiddle with the hem of your dress which was now at thigh length. He made sure mandy and martin didn’t see by doing it this on the opposite side of them. He traced circles and small shapes on your thighs sometimes exploring slightly higher, always making sure the camera couldn’t see where his hand was going. He picked up his phone with his other hand and typed something as he kept tracing your thigh. Suddenly he laughed then said

“y/n, look at this”

He said with a smile on his face. When he raised his phone to you it showed a note saying “don’t make it obvious on camera 💗.” You pretended to laugh as hamzah put his phone down and yall joined the others convo. You couldn’t help but feel soaked over the fact hamzah didn’t want it to be obvious so he did all of that just to keep teasing you on camera.

Awhile passed before martin spoke up and told everyone how late it had gotten.

“Oh shit guys it’s 11” he scoffed not believing so much time had passed.

Suddenly there was a loud bang downstairs.

“Guys where’s carl?” (Mandy and Martins cat if you didn’t know ^_^)

Mandy asks as she looks around and sees no sight of him.

“fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck”

Martin starts chanting as him and mandy jump up to run down stairs and stop whatever mischief their cat is making. When they’re gone the door slams behind them and you quickly realize it’s just you and Hamzah alone. You don’t say anything as you can feel his eyes on your back. As you think about how it’d feel to have his hands push down your back into an arch position his fingers gently connect with the top of your spine; before slowly making their way down.

“Hamzah…”

You breathe out quietly. He makes no reply expect the change in touch, he took his fingers off your spine and started tracing the criss cross pattern on your open back dress.

“hmm?”

He finally hums. You realize what’s going on and quickly try to stand up but hamzahs hands grip onto your waist and hold you firmly on his lap.

“Please don’t run from me, y/n”

He says softly as he leaves small soft kisses on your spine and shoulders. You could feel something hard underneath you. You moved your hips slightly into his; this made him stop breathing for a second and you knew exactly what the hard thing was that pressed against your clothed heat.

You both could hear Mandy and Martin make their way back up the stairs. You looked over your shoulder at hamzah as he put a finger to his lips giving you the universal sign of “shhh” with a smirk on his lips. As you turned you head back around you couldn’t help but notice how attractive he is. As the couple sat down and are distracted hamzah carefully lifts the bottom of your dress from under you so it pools on his lap. He slowly reachers he hand higher up your body; looking into the camera making sure you can’t see. When he reaches high enough hes met with the surprise of you having no panties on. He leaned forward to whisper in your ear. His soft lips brushed up against your skin.

“you’re such a good girl, y/n.”

In that moment you could feel something leak out of you. You had to get out of there. As if the gods heard your need to not be in a room with Mandy and Martin anymore, Martin spoke up.

“Hamzah can you give y/n a ride home, carl made a huge mess down stairs, we can finish filming tomorrow.”

Hamzah almost jumped at the chance to drive you home but he kept his cool and replied with an almostttttttt too eager sounding

“Yeah, of course..”

The drive back from Martin and Mandy’s wasn’t too far but far enough to the point you didn’t know what to say after what just happened. You turned on the radio and the party and the after party came on. Hamzah side eyed you and raised his eyebrow slightly. You blushed not knowing THAT type of song would come on. He reached over the cup holders between you guys while keeping his eyes on the road.

It was dark blue outside and the road was dead. Hamzahs car was warm and smelled nice. His big hand was cold as he places it just a bit too high on your thigh. Without realizing it a small moan/sigh slipped through your lips which filled hamzahs confidence in a way you couldn’t even imagine.

You stare down at hamzahs huge hand on your thigh. “he’s never touched me like this before” you thought to yourself, imagining all the other ways you’d want him to touch you, to kiss you, be in you. He noticed your eyes lingering on his hand, he pushed your legs open slightly keeping his eyes on the road the whole time.

“What y/n? tell me what you want?”

He said while rubbing his middle and ring finger tips on your inner thigh. You knew he was doing that with those fingers on purpose…but it worked. You imagined how his long fingers would feel on your pulsing clit. This was just embarrassing at this point, you could feel yourself starting to drip onto his car. You stuttered at first trying to get out your needs to Hamzah.

“Please t-touch me hamzah…”

Your voice was barely above a whisper but it drove him insane just hearing you need him so desperately. his lifted your dress slightly higher before running a finger alone your wet folds.

“fuck y/n.” Hamzah breathed out softly after feeling how soaked you were for him.

You arrived at your place as hamzah turned off the car and tried to take his hand away you grabbed his wrist. He could see your half lided eyes and your front teeth sink into the soft flesh of your bottom lip. Your hair slightly messy infront. If he wasent rock hard from feeling how wet you were, he definitely was now. He could feel his cock starting to twitch as he continued to play with your clit and folds. You held his wrist inbetween your legs tightly, he bit his lip before speaking softly into your ear.

“if you think this feels good let me show you inside just how much of a good girl you are”

He said barley above a whisper while he placed soft kisses on your neck. Without a second thought you got out of the car and went inside your place as hamzah followed. When the door shut behind you both he pushed you against it. He studied your face for a moment

“can i kiss you, y/n”

This wasn’t you and hamzahs first kiss but it was your first sober kiss. You thought it was sweet how he asked and made sure. You nodded biting your bottom lip craving to know what his lips against yours felt like. He pulled you closer by your waist before leaning in softly to kiss you. The first few kisses were soft and slow, he wanted to remember this moment, remember how soft your lips felt; He thought about how good they’d feel wrapped around his cock. His mind drove him wild as he picked up and held you against the wall, now kissing you rougher.

You felt the bulge in his pants grow continuously as you grinded against him. You moaned as the head of his cock grinded against your sore clit.

“tell me what you want, baby, let me hear your pretty voice.”

He spoke to you so sweetly you could’ve came right there. You reached down to cup his bulge which made his cock throb under his boxers and shorts.

“i want you in my mouth, hamzah.”

You said to him shamelessly as you started up at him through your dark long lashes. He carried you to your bed and took his shirt off. You left your dress on knowing a white, lacy sundress turns him on crazy. (A fact he shared with you while you were both high out of your mind) You got on your hands and knees and slowly made your way up to his waist. You softly kissed down his stomach and v line. As you kissed his v line you started pulling his shorts down as he stared down at you with half lidded eyes. You bit your lip. His cock was throbbing under his now suffocatingly tight boxers.

“You’re so big, Hamzah”

You said breathlessly as you licked his tip through his boxers. His head fell back and his hands found a place in your hair.

“please y/n, i need you so badly.” He sighed while slightly moving his hips closer to your face.

In this moment you slowly pulled down his boxers letting his cock spring out and hit his stomach. Your eyes widened and he smirked and laughed at your reaction.

“aw cmon. you got this baby, who’s my good girl?”

He asked while reassuring you. He pumped his dick up and down slowly before carefully placing his tip ontop of your soft wet lips. His cock was throbbing and wanted nothing more but to fuck you senselessly but he knew good things come with patience.

“I’m your good girl.”

You said softly with a half smile before opening your mouth slightly and sticking your tongue out balancing his erection on it.

“you look so pretty like this…”

He started saying as he slapped his soft pink tip on your plush tongue. Before placing his cock on your face, enjoying the view of how you were HIS slut.

“…so pretty with my cock on your face. Does that make you horny baby, being treated like this?”

“it’s only cause it’s you treating me like this hamzah.”

You replied before grabbing him at the base and slowly licking your way up making sure to keep eye contact with each painfully slow lick. Your lips wrapped around his tip before slowly taking him all in your mouth. Your throat needed a second to adjust but when it did his moans only got louder. You loved how vocal he is.

“Fuck, fuck, that’s so good y/n. just like that!”

He moaned out as you bobbed your head up and down, quickening your pace. You made sure to focus on his tip and the underside of his cock, sucking his tip softly but hard, and making sure your tongue licks up and down the underside of his cock as he goes in and out of your mouth. He pulled your hair into a ponytail and started rolling his hips in and out of your wet mouth. You couldn’t help but giggle softly while seeing how good he was feeling from using you.

“hm? you think that’s funny?”

He asked in a cocky tone before pulling out from your mouth and throwing you on the bed. He slowly pulled down your dress straps while leaving pecks down your neck till he got to your breast. He looked up at you for consent that he could take your dress off. You smiled at him and he immediately untied the bow at the bottom of the criss cross pattern dress. When the top of the dress fell he stared at your bare tits for a moment before taking one of your nipples between his two fingers and rolling it softly while his mouth cupped around the other nipple and slowly began sucking. His tongue playing with your nipple moving it in every different direction. Your moans started to fill the room as your back arched wanting more and more of him. More of his touch.

“Yeah… not so funny now, right?”

He asked with a smirk on his face. He standing at the the edge of the bed with your bottom half right on the edge. His cock pressed against your wetness by accident as he pulled you closer by your hips. He fell slightly forward from the feeling. He couldn’t believe how wet and warm you were, all for him, and his dick was only rubbing against the outside of your pussy. You needed him inside you so badly you’d do anything, you’d beg for him if he wanted.

“Hamzah, please…please i need you”

You spoke softly almost whining, so desperately and needy it drove him insane he felt like his cock was going to explode if he didn’t fuck you right now.

“Cmon baby, talk to me, tell me what you want.”

He rubbed his tip on your clit, his precum and your wetness mixing on your folds.

“Please fuck m-me hamzah, fuck me like a slut i’m yours.”

You stuttered from the feeling of his head circling your clit.

“That’s my good girl…”

He trailed off before slowly pushing his huge cock into your small pussy. He couldn’t help but moan out your name as he bullied his way into your tight cunt. The feeling of him stretching you out for the first time was unbelievable. You wanted his cock to be in you all the time now. You didn’t even want to imagine how empty you’ll feel without him inside you.

“You okay baby, i’m not hurting you right?”

He asked concerned after hearing you whimpering underneath him. You quickly shook your head wanting nothing more then for him to be fully inside you.

“n-no please go deeper Hamzah. please.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at how desperate you were, he loved how you wanted his cock so bad you were pleading without him even asking.

“It’s only half way in, princess…you sure?”

He said calling you something he never had before. ‘princess’ you felt yourself become even more soaked and your juices coating the part of his cock that weren’t yet inside you. He felt your pussy try to suck him in deeper when he called you that and wasn’t about to let it go unmentioned.

“that turn you on…princess? you like when I call you that.”

He asked innocently before sharply thrusting the rest of his length into you. The wind was knocked out of you as you cry/moaned .

“fuck, fuck please do that again, keep going please hamzah”

You begged him, you needed his cock to hit that spot deep inside you again, however for hamzah that spot wasent so deep because he was so big. Every thrust he made into you felt like it went deeper and deeper. He started off with a slow and steady pace making sure your walls get used to his size. As he thrusted into you he mumbled sweet nothings in your ear.

“so…so warm.” “you’re doing so good for me.” “you like when I fuck you like this?”

Every word and every thrust pushed you further and further till a familiar feeling inside your stomach crept up on you. You felt yourself about to unravel on his cock and he could tell by how loud you were getting.

He flipped you over and arched you back down so you were in the doggy position before slamming his cock back into you and pulling you hips back and forth on this cock.

“yeah fuck yeah, just like that hamzah, fuck, youre so good…”

You moaned out as he pulled your hair back.

“Yeah princess tell me how good my cock feels fucking you..”

He quick ended his pace wanting nothing more but to cum together. He watched your pussy as he thrusted in and out of you. in. out. in. out. in. out. It was mesmerizing, the way your pussy sucked his cock in. So needy.

“Your cock feels so good inside me, baby”

You whimpered.

“i’m gonna cum, fuck hamzah im gonna cum…please please cum in me hamzah!”

You begged for his cum which made him slam his hips into your ass, fucking you at a pace and deepness you didn’t think was humanly possible.

“Yeah princess, cum on my cock, i want to feel that pretty little pussy twitch around me.”

Hamzah had learned you loved words and loved being told sweet nothings.

“i’m gonna fill that pretty little pussy up with my cum, so so deep inside you princess, is that what you want?”

This completely sent you over the edge as you came you begged hamzah to cum deep inside you. With a final few thrust you felt his cock twitch before feeling slightly more filled up than you did before. You could feel his cum move inside you as he slowly pulled out. Your body sank down from an arched position and hamzah carefully laid down and spooned you.

“so maybe we should talk about what all this means.”

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Leaving it at that for now!! please send request i need more ideas. I’ll write specific kinks, scenarios rlly anything lol :3 besides anything under the influence, i personally don’t believe you can consent under any substance besides like weed lmao

[onepiecepetalfanfics089]

Well guys it seems you’ve made your choice!

I’m so happy that you want me to write this because I’m SO EXCITED!!

For a short introduction of her, I’ll be explaining her powers overall, personality and a bit of the plot for the story!

Y/N is a beautiful woman with (whatever body type you have because y’all are beautiful) with long curly hair that goes back to her lowe back. (Or whatever hair you prefer) she has your colored eyes and whatever outfit you choose but in my imagination she has a similar dress like mother Gothel from tangled.

( If you don’t know what it looks like it’s this! )

Now to go on about her personality, if you met her in real life you would probably think it say.. “..what a bewitching woman..”

Which is very very true.

To describe her she’s a very passionate, curious and confident woman, especially in her skills she is.

Like Circe she had the power to turn people into any animal she deems fit, a lion? Go ahead! A mouse?! Done! Any animal or even object she’ll turn you into just like that.

But that’s not even all as she has the power to control life, plants and roses of any poissons or thorns that’ll cut you and leave you lying down on the cold floor, your heart slowly stopping a beat in only just a few seconds.

Her fighting skills are very excellent as well, what? You didn’t think all she was good for was magic did you?

She’s very flexible and fast with her attacks, whether she’s hitting you in the chin with a giant vine/ beanstalk, or wrapping your body tight with thorns and knocking you unconscious with a kick she’s very powerful ether way.

She might even learn to use her magic to control more elements than earth..(hint hint)

But of course..she won’t be powerful enough..

This is a yandere story after all..with multiple pirates chasing after that are of course more powerful than her and could knock her off her feet.

But will she escape? Or be in clutches of obsession forever..? We’ll see..

The plot is that she’s living in a island filled with plants roses, vines of all sort. Poisonous and sone to just show off their beauty of course.

She’s currently living with an old woman who taught her the ways of witchcraft and always getting on her case about wanting to go adventure the seas.

Everything was a bit basic and normal..nothing out of place..

Until the strawhats came of course..

They were interested in her like no one else,

Hell even zoro melted like butter!

So peculiar you could say…

Whether she’s making up new moves and combos involving nature with ‘captain’ usopp, or lazing around with zoro on deck and taking a good nap. Maybe even cooking with sanji while he swoons over you and almost had to go to chopper for the bloodloss, even just sitting in Nami’s office while she works on a map and doodling on a piece of paper innocently.

They just can’t get enough of her…and of course would do anything for her to join the crew.

Even if it means ‘sadly’getting rid of a few people…

Of course the straw hat crew isn’t the only ones who’ll be charmed by her..

The others include

Enel, Boa Hancock, Sir Crocodile, Shanks, Mihawk, Law, Kidd and more…

I don’t want to spoil much more so I hope this short introduction helped you get just a bit excited for this story m’y lovelies <3~

And btw I’m still taking requests!!

A new story will be out soon btw!

Love you all 🌸❤️

[jayke0]

Hey can I request female reader's first time and its with Marc. Please make it super fluffy and smutty! Thank you!

Of course! Sorry I took so long to write this.

As much as i love writing rough Marc, soft Marc will always have a place in my heart <3.

Warnings/content: f!reader's first time, p in v, protected sex (condom), praising, fingering/stretching, fluff, probably typos and incorrect grammar.

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Admitting to Marc that you had never gotten further than second base is far more embarrassing than you had imagined.

Here's this incredibly attractive, buff man making out with you, and all you can think about is the fact that you'd only just gotten used to the dildo you'd bought in preparation for... well, him.

When you do finally get the courage to tell him, though, he just gives you a soft smile and a nod. "That's alright, glad you told me," he leans in again, breath lingering on your lips, "and I'm glad you chose me for your first."

His tone and words make your stomach flutter. This time you actually feel ready, of course you're nervous, but there's so much excitement and arousal in your bloodstream that you can barely feel your heart pounding.

"We'll take it slow, alright?" The man scoops you up from your position on the couch with a giggle from you, making his way to the bedroom to plop you down against the pillows. You nod and smile back at him with a "yes", gazing up at the literal god above you as he pulls his shirt over his head.

Admittedly, you'd always gotten a little excited whenever you'd seen him shirtless, but this time it's actually for you, and you feel happiness well in your chest.

"Should i?-" your hands trail to your shirt.

"No, lemme do it. You just tell me if you need to stop, ok?" Marc looks at you with a soft but stern look, and you nod in response, resulting in another smile tugging at the man's lips.

Carefully, his large hands slide under your shirt and over your skin, goosebumps raising over your flesh as his fingers tickle your sides and tummy. He presses a kiss just above the waistband of your jeans before pulling your shirt over your head.

Your face turns crimson as you notice the way he's looking at you, he looks in complete awe, taking in every piece of your abdomen till his eyes eventually land on your boobs, his hands sliding over them. "So pretty," you hear him mumble and watch him gently bite the skin on your tits, making you gasp and roll your hips just a little.

You're not sure what to do with your hands, so you place them on his shoulders to hold on for dear life as your brain slowly slips into a needy state, your hips grinding up again.

This time you make contact with his groin, making him moan against your skin while he's unclasping your bra; it's such a delicious noise that you can't help doing it again. You feel him stop and focus on the pleasure building in his stomach for a little, before he's drawn back to reality by a needy noise from you.

"Sorry baby, just love how you grind on me. Can I get rid of these?" His hands linger on your waistband.

Eagerly you nod, and he's peeling the denim from your hips in no time, his own following shortly after.

"Fuck, look at you." Your boyfriend says affectionately, eyes staring at your figure "shit, i love you." He chuckles. A chuckle from you is interrupted when you feel the warmth of his thick fingers pressing against your clothed mound, two digits circling your clit through your underwear in the same way you do to yourself; except when it's him, it feels so much better.

A moan leaves your lips as you look into his eyes again, and you realize he's been looking at your face the whole time, watching for discomfort, but instead you're rocking against his hand. "More, gimme more please," you beg softly.

He obliges, sliding his hand into your underwear and running his fingers through your wet folds.

"oh, you're so fucking wet, i love that baby."

His fingers tentatively rub circles around your hole, but your desperate cunt is used to this, so you rock your hips again to take his finger.

The man seems surprised, but when notices your blissed face, he continues sliding his finger inside you, searching for that perfect spot.

He hits it, and you feel your whole body explode with pleasure, walls clenching on his digit.

"There, that's good… fuck, lemme take another one," you moan.

Another finger enters your hole and you arch your back against his chest, feeling his own heart pounding as he kisses over your neck and shoulders. His beckoning motion does wonders inside you, creates sparks in your groin and makes you writhe on his fingers, begging for more.

"Oh shit love, ah- that's so good, feels so good-" you whimper. When you look down briefly, you can see him rolling his hips into the mattress, which only brings you closer to your growing orgasm, that is… until your stupid boyfriend rips it away from you by sliding his fingers out.

You whine and slap his shoulder lightly, which only has Marc laugh softly in response. "Hey! Don't get mad at me just 'cause I know how to finger you." That makes you giggle softly and tug him down for a kiss.

Before you know it, the man is settled between your legs with latex sheathing his thick cock, running the tip up and down your folds. "It's big, ok? But you can take it, I'll go slow," he leans over you once more, necklace dangling above your collar bones, "but you tell me when to stop, mhm?"

"Yes love, I will. Now fuck me, please."

Marc groans at your words before slowly sliding just the tip in, watching your face for discomfort, though instead your eyes just plead him further, so he notches inside you, inch by painstakingly slow inch.

As much as it's driving you crazy, you appreciate his slow pace, because that man certainly is big, bigger than your fake cock.

"Good. Just relax honey, I've got you."

It stretches you open the further he pushes inside and takes your breath away for a few seconds, only to be brought back to life when you feel him bump that spot. A loud moan erupts from your lips as your legs clamp shut around him.

"There, there it is, that good baby?"

You nod and tilt your head to the side, whimpering as the love of your life just barely ruts his hips to continuously stimulate that place.

"That's it, just feel it inside you."

You can tell he's not fully in, but you think you'll explode if he pushes any further, so you instead urge him to start thrusting; and that he does.

His pace isn't fast, but it feels like it is, the feeling of his fat cock sliding in and out of you is overwhelming your senses and making you grip onto him again.

"Oh baby, you're such a good girl," he praises, "so good at taking it." The man's breaths are already becoming pants, since he'd wildly underestimated how good and tight virgin pussy feels. It's making his head woozy, and his hips suddenly accidentally snap at a particularly harsh angle.

"Shit, 'm sorry sweetheart, are you ok?"

Before he can apologise again, your hands are moving to his ass to push his hips. "Yeah- please do that again Marc, felt fucking good."

Well, you don't have to ask him twice.

Your body tenses and fills with hot white pleasure that practically blinds you. It makes your eyes squeeze shut and your head tilt back as moans explode from your chest and probably travel through the walls to your neighbours apartment, but you don't care about that. All you care about is the beautiful man that's bringing you to heaven and back with each thrust.

"Fuck baby, i dunno how long imma last- shit this pussy feels good.." Your boyfriend rambles, and your hand instinctively comes down between your legs to rub your clit… which is what pushes you over the edge.

You're cumming in seconds of rubbing yourself, back arching into the man as you jolt and scream, walls clenching around his cock and ultimately milking him as he spills inside the condom with moans that are seemingly just as loud as yours.

The man rests his head on your shoulder and kisses your neck lovingly, all the way to your cheek to eventually speak after a few minutes of heavy panting and calming down. "You did so so good, baby. Was it ok?"

You blush and nod shyly "amazing, love. Sorry that i uh… didn't last very long."

"It's ok," he chuckles endearingly, "it's a compliment to me… and anyway, I barely lasted two seconds either."

"Lightweight."

"Shut it," your boyfriend laughs, shoving his face in your neck to nibble the skin and make you laugh too.

[rightwheretheyleftme]

How to pray to the chthonic gods 🪦 🌒

Position

When praying to underworld deities, we should direct our prayers downwards. An example of this is seen in the ninth scroll of the Iliad when Althaea prays to Haides and dread Persephone by kneeling and beating her hands on the ground. Whereas women wore their hair up or covered for ouranic rituals, they wore their hair down in chthonic rituals. The prayer should be murmured.

Offerings

Chthonic Theoi received special nighttime offerings of black animals, unmixed wine and special libations of milk and honey. Animal sacrifice was always done in a holókaustos--a sacrifice where the entire animal was burned and none of the meat was saved for human consumptions.

Homer in the Odyssey writes Circe advising Odysseus how to perform a libation to the dead:

"Draw near then, as I bid you, hero, and dig a trench two feet square, then pour a libation all around to the dead, first of milk and honey, then of sweet wine, thirdly of water, sprinkled with white barley meal."

Prayer format

The format is the same as when praying to any other theoi: Invoke the god, introduce yourself, make an argument as to why they should listen to you, and make a request .

Who are the underworld deities?

- Haides, King of the underworld

- Persephone, Queen of the underworld

- Hecate, Goddess of magic

- Thanatos, God of death

- Hermes Athanatus Diactorus, the chtonic aspect of Hermes in which he guides souls to the underworld

- Nyx, primordial Goddess of the night

- Hypnos, God of sleep

- Charon, ferryman of the dead

- Cerberus, guardian of the underworld

- The Furies, goddesses of vengeance and retribution

Sources:

- ‘Greek Religion’ by Walter Burkert (1985)

- Baring the Aegis blogspot

- Hellenic Faith blog

[ladybugpowermakeup]

Okay. Okay. Hear me out. Because I'm Greek mythology trash.

An Odyssey AU for Miraculous Ladybug. Think about it. Adrien is the most Odysseus character I've ever seen. Fake piano playing? Hiding in a fountain? I mean, it practically writes itself. And Marinette as Penelope is equally as perfect - she creates, but she's smart enough to pull it all apart at the end of the day.

Now here is where things get a little strange: Telemachus. Being an avid MLB fanfiction reader (and ignoring all of seasons 4 and 5), I'm very well aware that Adrienette's kids are supposedly going to be Louis, Hugo, and Emma. Now tell me, what could Emma be short for? That's right, Telemachus. So hear me out - Adrien was drafted into the war *Before* Emma was born, so he never knew he had a daughter and his last request for his child was to name them Telemachus. But when she was born a girl, she was nicknamed Emma. Hugo and Louis don't exist in this version, obviously.

So we have our main family, what about everyone else? Well, we have Adrian's two crewmates, Polites and Eurilochus. Or in this case, Nino and Felix. Nino is his friend who fought at his side and is tragically killed along the ride back, causing Adrian to go into a spiral of grief, whereas Felix is his somewhat suspicious and angry second in command who can't understand why Adrien is being so reckless with his own life and that of the crew to get back to his wife and child. So eventually he starts straight up sabotaging the trip to try and get through to Adrien, which doesn't ever work because when Adrien is in love, he doesn't notice other people.

As for the people they meet on their travels:

Circe is Lila - this one feels pretty self explanatory, except for the fact that Lila would never care that much about the nymphs around her, so I'm thinking she lives alone on the island and basically functions as a non-water siren - she draws men in with comfort and beauty and then turns them into pigs.

The wind god Aeolus is just Trixx - they're weird and whimsical and would absolutely give someone a bag of wind with the word "gold" written on it.

Calypso is Chloe, left there alone on this island for "protection" from her overbearing father, a minor deity. Again, this just kind of makes sense in my brain. And she gets a little bit of a redemption when she finally willingly lets Adrien go home.

When the crew of the ship go down into the underworld, they meet "Tyresius", who in this case is Master Fu. Weird cryptic old wise guy who's maybe dead? Yeah. That fits.

And finally we have the deities themselves. Like I said, Trixx is already accounted for, so we have three main ones - Posideon, Athena, and Hermes.

Posideon is most definitely ShadowMoth - not really any meaning behind this, we're just making him mysterious and powerful and angry at Adrien for seemingly no reason. But he's doing his best to keep this man from reaching home, possibly because early in the journey, Adrien was instrumental in killing a sentimonster, which canonically is kind of a piece of the creator.

Athena and Hermes are two of a pair - Tikki and Plagg, obviously. Wisdom and trickery, sounds just about right to me.

Anyway, this has been on my brain. Enjoy the weird crossover! If you do anything with it, please tag me!

[circular-bircular]

Oh also, for those not understanding the complaints about the mass of tag spamming recently:

Syscoursers (such as myself) have been requesting that community tags (like #actually did, #dissociative identity disorder, #didosdd, #plural, etc etc etc) be removed from syscourse posts. This is because people have the right to scroll through their community tag without encountering syscourse.

“But Circ, you’re a syscourse blog! You’re writing about it right now!”

Yes. And sometimes, I like to do things other than syscourse. Like, say, scroll a tag about my disorder. But it’s everywhere in the tags!

“Just block the tag!”

And unblock it every time I want to see syscourse? Because I still want to. I like participating in these spaces.

Yes, it’s possible to curate your own spaces. But we shouldn’t have to be putting in the extra legwork, all because some asshole with a stick up their ass decided that my existence with a disorder is now deemed discourse.

[flowerprose]

writeblr intro ♡ flowerprose

hi there! call me krys. i'm a libra sun, in my late 20s, and i love to escape into writing. ultimately, my goal is to finish my novel, namesake, by the end of march, revise it throughout april, and spend the rest of 2023 querying until i land an agent.

please note that this blog is a side-blog. i follow, reply, like, and send asks from @peresephones!

greek mythology, fairy tales, science fiction, and fantasy have always burrowed closely within my heart, and really shaped the sort of writer i am now.

i chose my username because i write in what others have described as a "flowery, lyrical, or poetic” style.

a little about me: i recently started work at a new job that i love. i have two tabby cats who happen to be sisters and gorgeously precious. my fondness for flowers and plants tends to leak into my writing, more obnoxiously in namesake than anywhere else.

for me, writeblr is a sense of community and i love getting to read another person's craft and talk with them about their process. i'm less receptive to asks these days bc of how busy i am, but i do try to send out asks whenever i see games flooding my dash!

i'm also gay and will probably favour your female characters above all else.

you are always welcome to tag me in tag games or add me to a tag list of your wip if we are mutuals. (in fact, tagging me is a lifesaver bc i can't always check the dash anymore and i'm prone to missing things!) i'm not stingy about who i follow, although i personally try not to follow or engage with minors.

favourite books: lullabies for little criminals by heather o'neill, the girls by emma cline, circe and the song of achilles by madeline miller, all the ugly and wonderful things by bryn greenwood, the princess bride by william goldman, deathless by catherynne m. valente, we are okay by nina lacour, fangirl by rainbow rowell, her body and other parties by carmen maria machado, bunny and 13 ways of looking at a fat girl by mona awad, sharp objects by gillian flynn, writers & lovers by lily king, son of a trickster and dogs in winter by eden robinson, poison study trilogy by maria v. snyder, on earth we’re briefly gorgeous and night sky and exit wounds by ocean vuong, and lastly, red hood and damsel by elana k. arnold.

favourite writers: anne carson, madeline miller, heather o'neill, louise gluck, emma cline, gillian flynn, leigh bardugo, elana k. arnold, richard siken, eden robinson, mona awad, ocean vuong, and maria v. snyder.

works in progress

n a m e s a k e ⛓🏛🌷💀🌿🌾

summary: a hades and persephone myth retelling in which kore, newly dead, is taken to the underworld to rot as mortals do. when hades discovers she is the godly offspring of his older siblings, he tricks her into eating pomegranate seeds and siphons her abilities into his own domain, unleashing a curse that ultimately causes him to start to decay.

wip intro | writing | character intros

at home, with graves 🪦💀🥀🐺🌒⚰️

summary: Nearly eight years prior, Lovey and Olly were rescued from a man they called “Bishop”, a serial killer who imprisoned their mother and raised them like his own. In the present day, a documentary about Bishop and his infamous slayings starts filming in their hometown. As the twins near their eighteenth birthday, true crime enthusiasts begin to reach out, requesting intimate insight of what really happened in Bishop’s cabin. While their grandfather, their now sole guardian, slowly loses his battle to grief, Lovey starts to keep track of how much of Bishop was implanted in Olly, and how to avoid the fate of a victim.

wip intro | writing | poetry

[circeyoru]

heyyyyy, ive been reading your stuff for a while and ive been watching some paranormal youtube videos<3<3<3 and was wondering if you could maybe write about a medium/empath reader who like lives in alastors old house from when he was alive or is like trying to rid of him for someone else but he like attaches himself to her maybe through a radio? I think if he was a spirit/ghost he would stay in the living world because of the way he died like hes kinda restless because he got caught not because of any unfinished business. Maybe he also offers to help her talk to more agressive spirits/ghosts for her so she wont get hurt? Thank you so much!!!! :))))

Nice idea~

And keep it on the down low. I'm just procrastinating with my irl work so I did this. Shhhh

Entertainment & Attachment = Requested

[Poltergeist!Alastor x Medium!Reader]

Will out in 30 minutes or so~

My Works: MASTERLIST

[xjulixred45x]

Hello!Can I please ask for a request for generator rex with Rex and a male (or gender neutral if you prefer) evo reader jealous of Circe? Male reader thinks he’s not worthy but he’s still very protective of Rex and always stays beside him making sure he’s safe and happy. Thank uuu so much for writing for this fandom btw~

Hello sweety! Thank You for the Request!

Rex Salazar x Male! Evo! Reader who is Jealous of Circe

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: Male

Warnings: Jelousy, insecurity, Fluff.

okay, technically you already knew Circe.

It was hard not to when every time she and Rex were in the same place, Rex would run to her and try to convince her to leave Van Kleiss.

and that's why I don't bother you.

for a while.

At first your own relationship with Rex was somewhat similar, him trying to convince you to join Providence.

and you found it fun in a way, it became a kind of game that you really enjoyed because you honestly didn't trust Providence, but you trusted Rex.

He seems like a good guy after all.

and in a way Rex thought the same about you, an Evo boy who had a lot of potential but seemed to be "wasting" it instead of helping people.

He tried to make you see things from his perspective, but he could never make you trust Providence. But he already assumed it, but he was fine with at least having you as an ally.

and thus a beautiful friendship was born.

Noah may be Rex's "normal" best friend, but you were his Evo best friend. best friend, yes.

For the first time in a long time you had a friend, which made a new side of you awaken, wanting to protect him, if Rex ran into you on a mission, you would make sure he finished it and suffered as little damage as possible.

Rex always wanted to protect you too, but you never gave him the chance, you would always be the one to throw yourself into danger with a smile on your face knowing that your friend would be okay. friend.

Why did this word start to bother you?

Rex would OBVIOUSLY scold you afterwards, especially if you threw yourself in front of some dangerous Evo like the Pack or even Van Kleiss, he is already reckless enough, why would you be reckless too? Youre supose to be the smart one! He says.

It's around these moments that you realize that you see Rex in a different light. and understand WHY referring to him as a friend bothers you.

Damn.

You see him MORE than as a friend.

and you also realize something else.

You don't feel like you can do anything about it.

Rex is a great guy, a great MAN, who constantly helps people and tries to save the EVOS even when the government wants to exterminate them. Even when the world is against him, he is a good person.

and you...you only live your life causing problems and you only started to do something useful when he arrived, but apart from that you don't feel like you are someone...worthy.

But when you see when Rez goes after Circe trying to save her from Van Kleiss.

Circe, the same one who has saved his life on several occasions. a person who does have a chance to live a good life with him.

You're not lying to yourself, you're obviously upset when Rex drops everything to go after Circe, but if you were in her situation you'd do the same thing.

However, you don't realize that Rex himself also begins to see you in a different light.

Only unlike you, he's pretty determined to do something about it.

Rex greatly appreciates your protection, he is used to being the one who protects others, so seeing that you treat him like someone who also deserves that same care warms his heart.

In general, he really likes being able to be a normal teenager around you and being THE SAME with you. Seeing how happy you are with just his happiness gives him a serotonin boost.

He also fell hard.

but at the same time he is dense, he does not realize that his efforts to help Circe can be seen as a further interest, and yes, perhaps at the beginning it was like that, but because of how time has passed and he has met more people , has met you, can tell that Circe doesn't interest him in the same way.

But he wants to help her, he won't let Van Kleiss mess with vulnerable people.

but then he notices that you get bitter every time the topic of Circe comes up.

It's not that you get defensive or anything like that, but that you....shut down so to speak.

and he tries to find out what's wrong with you, but either you change the subject or you simply don't respond, which rather than taking him away from the topic makes him cling more.

It's a day he talks about it with Bobo and Noah that makes the connection.

You are jealous.

LIKE OF HIM-

IN THE SAME WAY HE LIKES YOU!

Very happy.

Rex is quite direct, so as soon as he realizes this, he will go straight to telling you everything that is on his mind. It doesn't matter the answer, you have to say it.

and when you tell him your reasons why you were jealous or insecure, he will be quite confused.

Why would you think that you are not worthy? YOU? NOT BE WORTHY OF LOVE? Partly he can't believe it, because you always seemed confident, but he understands that one can pretend a lot beneath a smiling face.

He assures you that, first of all, Circe is nothing more than a friend who he should help, because she was an important part of his investment in society, but that you should never EVER feel jealous of her, you are you, after everything and he loves you.

(It would be quite ironic if you and Circe became friends after she left with the Evos in Hong Kong, in a quieter environment and with the passage underfoot. Rex doesn't know whether to be relieved or scared).

In general, Rex tries to make the relationship equitable, both protect and take care of each other, both physically and mentally.

Regardless of everything, You two handle it very well.

Thank you for Requesting/Reading❤️

[jarondont]

Waiting for Love (part 2)

[The journey did not go as planned...]

Part 2: Circe

Things went downhill quickly. It all seemed like a blur to Odysseus — Ismarus, the lotus eaters, Polyphemus, Athena’s departure —

Polites. Odysseus’s eyes moistened at the thought of him.

And on top of all that, Poseidon was after him.

When would this nightmare end?

Odysseus wiped his eyes and sighed, gazing out over the wine-dark sea. He still couldn’t believe what had happened. Ithaca had been right there. His kingdom had been right there.

Penelope had been right there, just a few days ago.

He had been so close to a peaceful life. But his crew just had to open the bag of winds. Now he was once again so far away from home, this time with no idea of how to get back.

But he would try. Even if it would take an eternity.

He silently requested Penelope to hold out for some more, then followed Eurylochus to land.

•••

Odysseus was used to close calls with death. But this one … this one felt different. Sure, Circe had turned out to be helpful in the end, but for a little while, Odysseus had been scared.

Really scared.

But not for his life. He was afraid she’d force him to do the unthinkable — turn his back on Penelope and give in to Circe’s pleasure.

He had made it out in one piece, but he felt as if someone had picked him up, shook him violently, and then slammed him back down on the ground. His senses were on high alert all during their journey to the Underworld.

“Get some rest, Captain,” Eurylochus would advise him.

But Odysseus refused. “You know what happened the last time I failed to keep my eyes open.”

So Odysseus thought of something else to do — something he should have been doing a lot more over his journey.

He opened a drawer back in his quarters, and picking up a blank sheet, he started to write.

Dearest love of mine, Forgive me for taking this much time to get home. I should have heeded the wind god’s warnings and kept a closer eye on the bag. Indeed, I tried to, but sleep won me over. I will not give up yet, however. I will see you again. But that is not what I need to tell you about. See, after escaping the god of tides, we washed up on the island of Aeaea, home of the witch Circe and her nymphs. After Eurylochus went with some of the crew to take a look around the island, only he returned. He explained that Circe had turned the crew into pigs. Although he begged me to do otherwise, I felt it necessary to go save them. After what had happened with Polyphemus, I couldn’t afford to have any more blood on my hands. So I confronted Circe; asked her to release them. But she had other plans in mind. As much as it pains me to say this, my love, I cannot hide it from you. She wanted me to make love with her. I tried to fight her, but even with Hermes on my side, there was so much power. She almost won. Then, at the last second, I thought of your love. Of your wisdom. Of you, and how in my darkest days, you are my power; my drive. I begged Circe to let us leave, to let me get back to you. At last, she agreed. It was a close call, my love. I promise it will never happen again. Now we are headed to the Underworld, sent by Circe to consult a prophet who, she claims, can help us get home. I pray to the gods that our journey will be over soon so I can hold you in my arms once again. I will make it home, my Penelope. I promise. Wait for me.

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[wednesday-appreciation-blog]

Wednesday x Enid request! Wednesday breaks her foot. In between giving Wednesday piggyback rides and carrying her books to class, Enid tries to convince Wednesday to let her decorate her cast.

summary: in which wednesday gets injured and enid takes care of her.

cw: nothing, i think. let me know if i should add something.

an: this was so much fun to write! it's pure fluff

i suck at titles, so i might change this one later on

the book wednesday reads is circe by madeline miller (indeed, the author of the song of achilles). it's an amazing story, pls read it if you can!

Wednesday and her Goth Persona

"You shouldn't do this," Wednesday grumbled, her head resting on Enid's back.

"Don't care!" laughed Enid cheerfully, adjusting the smaller girl on her back carefully. "The doctor said you need to rest, and I'm here to make sure you do."

Wednesday didn't reply, burying her face in Enid's neck to avoid making eye contact with anyone as they passed through the corridors of Nevermore. Of course, she didn't care what anyone else thought of her. But appearances needed to be maintained, even with a broken foot. It wouldn't do for the holy terror of the school to be seen going on piggyback from class to class. What respectable Hyde would be scared of her?

"Hey, by the way..." Enid began, thoughtfully. "Did you look at the pictures I sent you? You know, the ones about ideas for doodling on casts."

Wednesday sighed. "I didn't deem them worthwhile of my attention."

"Wednesday! How am I supposed to know what you want me to draw?"

"I will say this once more only," Wednesday warned. "You are not decorating my cast with art from Pinterest. It sounds ridiculous."

"It's not! I'll even do it to fit your goth persona." Enid promised.

"Do you even know what a persona is?" Wednesday complained as she slid off Enid's back as she came to a stop outside Miss Thornhill's greenhouse.

Enid giggled. "Of course not! I got it from you." She handed Wednesday her bag and her crutches. She was a lot stronger than she looked, and was able to carry all of Wednesday's things as well as her own.

"You are exhausting and inexhaustible." Wednesday glared at her girlfriend. Her wonderful, caring, loving girlfriend.

Enid lowered her head to kiss Wednesday's forehead. "I'll pick you up after class, okay? Don't do anything stupid, like break your other foot or something."

"As if," Wednesday scoffed and walked into the classroom.

The blonde shook her head in amusement, before racing to her next class.

~~~

Enid exhaled through her nose, burying deeper into the blankets. "We should go to sleep..." she mumbled.

"If you wish." Wednesday replied. They were both curled up on Enid's colourful bed, covered in blankets and stuffed animals, Wednesday's foot propped up on some pillows. Enid was scrolling through her phone and Wednesday was intensely reading a book called Circe.

"I'm not sleepy, though."

"Then don't sleep."

Enid got up energetically, disturbing all the stuffed animals on the bed. "Wait! Can I draw on your cast? Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

Wednesday would have said no. But she was tired, and anything seemed plausible at that moment. "Fine. But only in black and white."

"Yeah, yeah, your goth persona and all that." Enid giggled, searching for her permanent markers.

The dark haired girl rolled her eyes. "It is not a persona. I really should give you a dictionary for your birthday."

"That's what Google is for!"

Half an hour later, Wednesday had finished her book and was now trying to see what Enid had written on her cast.

True to Wednesday's request, the blonde had only decorated it in black. It was an intricate pattern of lace with little words hidden in between the lines.

"Its beauty will be celebrated for the next five weeks." Wednesday commented seriously. "What did you write on the sole?"

Enid grinned at her girlfriend. "You'll find out when you take the cast off."

"Or I can just use a mirror."

"Don't you dare!" Enid mock-threateningly pointed her clawed finger at Wednesday.

And that was how, five weeks later, Wednesday discovered the loving message written one her bandages, and blushed for the first time in her life.

This foot belongs to the love of my life. XXX Enid

PS. I finally know what a persona is!

[nyxhaven]

*•master list of my writings•*

•feel free to request anything, nothing to crazy nsfw wise. my dms are always open 💜

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

•my favorite books

-a secret history by donna tart

-circe by madaline miller

- the priory of the orange tree by samantha shannon

- a certain hunger by chelsea g. summers

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-my writings

• A Knights Honor (au gale x gn tav)

part: one (first day on the job)

part: two (a tender moment)

• a forbidden chapter (gale teacher x tav 18+ smut)

•A Drunken kiss (Gale smut, 18+ minors dni amab!)

• Seeking A Warm Body (gale x gn reader smut 18+)

• under the peaches (halsin x gn tav smut 18+)